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billyharringson · 4 months

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My contribution to the @harringrove-relay-race is some cute Christmasy fluff. Thank you @greyghoulclub for the introduction.

Christmas had never been all that special to Billy, even as a child. The only Christmas that he could remember with any fondness had been when he’s been eight and his parents had brought him his first surfboard, and even that was marred by the memory of Neil’s drunken rage later in the evening, the fact that he couldn’t use his present for two weeks after he got it and not because the weather was bad.

Then his mother left and any pretence at Christmas or being a ‘happy family’ disappeared. Christmas was just another day, another day where the people around him rejoiced and Billy just tried to survive. Even after Susan and Max arrived things didn’t really change, now Billy just had to watch as Max opened gifts. Any longing for presents of his own had died long ago and Max’s lingering, guilty glances did nothing but drive home that this holiday, just like everything else in his life, was not for him.

He wasn’t sure why Max seemed surprised, she’d been there for his birthday, she should already know that he wasn’t getting anything.

They moved to Hawkins and other than the weather Billy anticipated a Christmas like all the others, at least this time he had his car, he could escape before the fists started flying, before the thin veneer of the ‘perfect American family’ disappeared as it always did.

He just never factored Steve Harrington into his vision.

Billy had been smitten with the doe-eyed, floppy haired boy since day one, and had done everything in his power to dispel everyone else of the notion that he had a crush. Somehow, despite his posturing, his insults, and his generally prickly nature Steve had decided that Billy was his friend. And despite knowing that fraternising with people he genuinely liked only increased the chances of Neil finding out and turning his ire on the poor, undeserving teenager, Billy accepted his friendship.

He accepted the invitations to smoke at the quarry, to drink by the lake. The apparently constant and unspoken invitation to hang out at Steve’s place, that large empty house that just seemed to exist as the physical embodiment of Steve’s loneliness.

It was at Steve’s house where Billy’s view on Christmas changed.

They were lounging in Steve’s bedroom, still high from their last joint when Steve asked. “So, what are you doing for Christmas this year Billy?”

Billy shrugged from his spot on the floor, continuing to stare up at the popcorn ceiling. “Same as last year I guess, watch Max open her gifts and then hide in my room until Neil passes out.” Billy had been surprised initially when Steve had guessed, within one week of knowing him, just what Billy’s home life was like. But Billy quickly learnt that while Steve may not be smart in an academic sense the way that Billy was, he was very smart in an emotional one.

So, whilst Billy continued to hide behind the veneer of loud, bad boy in public, when he was with Steve, he was more honest, more himself.

“What are you doing?” He asked, anticipating an answer filled with opulence, of going to a second home in the mountains, skiing, all that stuff that rich people did.

“Same as normal as well, I guess. “Steve replied, his head turned towards the bedroom wall so that Billy had to strain to hear. “Watch whatever’s on TV and drink until I pass out.”

Billy frowned, propping himself up on his elbows. “What? You mean you’ll be here…alone?”

Billy knew that they both drank more than was good for them, that they drank for very similar reasons, just as he knew that Steve only drank to excess when he was left alone, when the echoes of his empty house got too loud.

“Yeah, mom and dad have already gone to Colorado, they’ve got a lodge there.” Steve finally looked at him, a faint blush on his cheeks that caused butterflies to explode in Billy’s stomach. “Do you…what if you came here for Christmas?” Steve asked shyly. “I can’t promise you a full Christmas dinner, but we can have a feast, the freezer is well stocked.”

“You serious?” Billy was sat up properly now, staring at his friend.

“Yeah, you think your dad would let you?”

“He wouldn’t even notice I was gone.” Billy replied, which was as good as a yes and Steve clearly understood that because his face lit up with a smile.

“In that case, you wanna come over Christmas eve then? We can put up the decorations and then we’ll have the whole of Christmas day together.”

Billy wasn’t sure what he expected when he turned up on Steve’s doorstep on Christmas eve, his overnight bag slung over his shoulder, but it wasn’t the sight of Steve opening the door in a full festive getup. He had a hideous red and green sweater on that appeared to have had a fight with a tinsel factory and lost, a floppy red Santa hat perched atop his precious hair, and honest to God sunglasses in the shape of Christmas trees covering his eyes.

“Billy.” Steve crowed, having to shout slightly over the Christmas music blaring through the house. “Merry Christmas.”

“It’s not Christmas yet, pretty boy.” Billy replied with a snort, shucking his jacket and accepting the glass of sherry that Steve handed to him. “You really do go all out when you’re expecting guests.” He continued, gesturing to Steve’s getup.

Steve laughed, removing the glasses and placing them on the table. “Nah, I just wanted to see your expression when I opened the door.” He replied, tossing the hat onto the sofa and combing his fingers through his hair. “I’m keeping the jumper on though.”

“Shame.” Billy hummed before he could stop himself, flushing to the roots of his hair when he realised what he’d said. “You said we were decorating.” He said in a desperate attempt to change the subject, gesturing to the bare Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room.

“And we are.” Steve replied chipperly. “The decorations are in the garage.”

Billy grumbled but helped Steve carry the three large boxes from the garage to the living room.

“We used to have a lot more, enough for the whole house but with my parents always away for Christmas it was too much effort so it’s just the living room stuff now.” Steve explained as he opened one of the boxes and pulled out a long garland. “That one has the tree decorations in it.” He gestured to the box that Billy had just put down with his chin. “Why don’t you focus on the tree, and I’ll do the other bits?”

“Sounds like a plan.” Billy said.

They decorated to the soothing sounds of Bing Crosby, the room seeming to grow warmer and cosier as more ornaments were set out. Billy felt both giddy and completely relaxed at the same time and wondered if this was what Christmas was supposed to feel like.

If it was, he wondered if he would be able to have it every year.

He placed the golden star on the top of the tree with a contented smile, stepping down off the stool that Steve had provided for him. “There, what do…Steve?” Billy turned towards the door where Steve was hanging what was unmistakably mistletoe, and Billy felt himself flushing again.

Why had Steve brought mistletoe if it was only going to be the two of them?

He felt a brief flicker of hope in his chest that he tried desperately to suffocate. This was probably just a tradition that Steve hadn’t thought much about, either that or he’d organised a surprise Christmas eve party or something.

“What are you doing?” He asked, that little flicker growing stronger when Steve blushed.

“Putting up mistletoe?” Steve replied quietly, bashfully.

“Why?” Billy pushed, swallowing loudly when Steve held out his hand towards him, like he wanted Billy to take it. Trying not to second guess this too much Billy slipped his hand into Steve’s, allowing him to tug him into the doorway, directly beneath the mistletoe.

“Why else would people put up mistletoe?” Billy followed Steve’s gaze upwards to the little green and white plant. “To have an excuse to kiss the boy I love.”

“Steve.” Billy breathed, feeling tears pricking at the backs of his eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Billy.” Steve said quietly before leaning forward and pressing a sweet, chaste kiss to Billy’s lips.

If this was what Christmas was supposed to feel like, then Billy could finally see the appeal.

“Merry Christmas, Steve.” He whispered, returning Steve’s kiss with one of his own.

(I'll post this on AO3 at some point as well)

And introducing @racketti who is next up on the list :)

#billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington #harringrove #relay race #harringrove relay race

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slasher-dasher · 4 months

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White Christmas

︶꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷♡꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦︶

(trans!Billy Lenz x gn!reader; Warnings: NSFW, eating out [Billy receiving], somnophilia if you squint, ropes, marking/biting)

The door closed surprisingly gently behind you as your foot pushed it shut. Your hands were too preoccupied with bags and boxes to worry about the sleeping figure on the couch for the moment. He must have been waiting for you, not wanting to go to the “mandatory” work party nor be left alone, to the point that he practically begged you to fake an illness so you wouldn’t have to go. You placed the items in your arms on the counters and put the cold things you had stolen for Billy in the fridge as you settled down from the event. Speaking of, he was still being quiet. You crept over to him, carefully pushing a few stray strands of hair away from his eyes. Billy slept on his stomach most of the time, so seeing him splayed out on his back like this was a rare (and beautiful) sight. His arms were crossed behind his head to use as a pillow (despite him laying on two of the throw pillows), head turned to press into the side of his arm. His sweater rose and fell with his gentle breaths and almost hid the slight curve of his waist under the stitches of the yarn. You had made this one for him last year, and it very quickly became his favorite. The jeans he had fallen asleep in looked uncomfortable, to say the least. They clung to his hips in a way you knew made him uncomfortable, which is probably why he was sleeping on his back. Your hand moved to wake him up, to let him know you were home so he wouldn’t worry, but you stopped yourself. Billy had been good this holiday, and you had promised him a present when you got back.

Billy’s eyes flutter open to the feeling of your lips against his skin. Soft kisses peppered around his face and neck, two of the places you know he’s always comfortable with. A smile spreads across his lips as he moves to wrap his arms around your neck, but finds them tied behind his head.

“You looked so pretty on the couch, but I thought you’d be more comfortable on the bed,” you spoke between kisses, pressing a deep one to his lips as your hands ran across his thighs. Sleep is still present in Billy’s eyes when you pull away and his body arches into yours instinctively. Good. That’s a sign he’s okay with this. Your lips find their way back to his neck while your hands work on the jeans. Despite looking like paint on him, they slip off with ease, revealing cute Christmas-themed stockings underneath them. Billy let out a soft gasp as the air washed over his skin, the sound turning into a moan once your teeth bit down on a spot that made him writhe. Luckily, he was very easy to work up. Your hands ghosted over his skin while your teeth kept marking his neck. The sweater had stayed on, but you pushed it up to rest just above his stomach, making note of the whine that had escaped Billy’s throat as you did.

“Do you have something to say, pretty boy?” That name made his eyes snap to you, a blush growing across his cheeks.

“You woke me up to tease me,” he pouted, eyes threatening to flutter closed at any second. A chuckle left your lips, and you lowered yourself to trail kisses down his navel. He shuddered, eyes now locked on your movements with anticipation. Billy’s breathing picked up as you got closer to his arousal, whining loudly every time you moved to mark one of his thighs instead. You relented after a particularly desperate squirm, knowing he’d been patient for long enough. The sound that followed was heavenly to your ears. A loud moan erupted from Billy as he arched into your tongue. His legs were lifted onto your shoulders, tightening almost immediately as your tongue lapped at his growth like you were starving. In a way, you were. He’d been reduced to a moaning mess, head thrown back against the pillows and hips pressed firmly against your face, the legs keeping them there shaking furiously as you slipped your fingers into him with ease. It didn’t take more than a few pumps for him to completely unravel under the pleasure, pulsing around your fingers as he fell limp against the bed. Stray moans left his lips and his breaths were long and labored as his eyes met yours, lips weakly melding into a loving kiss while you untied his wrists.

You cleaned Billy up quickly, grabbing a new pair of pants for him before he could protest. Billy rarely wore anything more than boxers with you now, but a little extra care and clothes wouldn’t hurt for tonight. As you were about to ask if he wanted to be left alone, as he usually did, he tugged you into the bed, snuggling into your chest like you were his lifeline.

“Merry Christmas Billy~” A soft smile and a nod from the other was the only response you were getting tonight. Arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled in a lazy mess, he was at peace.

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upon-a-starry-night · 1 year

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A Perfect Christmas Pt8-The End

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Summary: You're used to doing Christmas activities alone- but there's a certain couple who plan on changing that this year, and maybe you'll all get the Christmas gift you're really hoping for!

Pt1 Pt7

It was 10 PM on Christmas Eve and you had no idea what to do with yourself. You’d had the most fun this year than you’ve ever had during the holidays but you still felt like you wanted to do more. Tomorrow was Christmas and after that was New Years and then the next major holiday to look for was… Valentine's day and you weren’t really looking forward to that one.

So despite it being late and cold you put on your coat and headed to the elevators. You didn’t really know what you wanted to do yet but you’d had a sudden burst of creative energy that you needed to release.

You were slipping on your shoes in the hallway when you heard voices coming your way, you lit up as you recognized who it was

“I think we should tell her tomorrow…” Nat’s voice was heard first, then came Wanda’s

“But how do we do it? I mean-”

The pair stopped when they spotted you, eyes lighting up with curiosity at your attire

“Y/n!”

You smiled at the couple, tugging on the heel of your shoe before standing up fully.

“Hey guys, can’t sleep?” You noticed neither of them had changed into their pajamas yet, which was odd because pajamas were the only thing you guys wore yesterday.

“Something like that,” Nat responded, watching as a few strands of hair fell in front of your eyes. She wanted nothing more than to tuck them behind your ear and kiss you right after. “Are you going somewhere?” The two were curious to know where you planned on going at 10:30 pm on Christmas Eve of all nights

You shrugged your shoulders and began patting your pockets for your scarf, it had been snowing all day which meant it was extra cold outside tonight. “I was probably going to go play in the snow” you spoke as you successfully found and wrapped your scarf around yourself.

You looked between the two as you fished your gloves out of your pocket, after the snowball fight fiasco Wanda had lent you a pair of her gloves, and while you knew you could just ask Tony for a new pair you really didn’t want to.

“Can we join you” You looked up from tugging your glove on in shock, you didn’t really expect anyone to go with you, it was Christmas Eve after all.

Still, you lit up at the idea of your favorite redheads joining you and nodded your head excitedly “of course! It’d be nice to have the company,” The pair smiled “as long as you promise not to beat my ass with snowballs again” You joked, and all three of you giggled at the memory.

“No promises”

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After Wanda and Nat had put on more layers the three of you went out to find a nice large area of snow, luckily there were lots of parks around and most of the people who would play in the snow were eagerly anticipating Christmas's arrival in their beds.

Dark clouds filled the night sky as you walked, usually, you enjoyed admiring the stars but snow and rain clouds were the exceptions to your stargazing habits.

You spotted a large patch of snow up ahead and ran towards it, carefully laying yourself back into a patch of untouched snow. You giggled as Wanda and Nat approached you, feeling giddy just at their presence.

You began moving your arms up and down and your legs open and closed as you formed what you were sure was going to be the best snow angel ever created.

Natasha and Wanda watched on with fondness in their eyes, there was no doubt about it, they had to make you theirs.

You got up as carefully as you could, trying not to ruin your design and when you stood up Wanda giggled at the amount of snow in your hair. You turned to give her a questioning glance but she just waved you off with a smile.

As you observed your angel you realized you must have ruined the bottom part when you got up so you walked to a new patch of untouched snow and lay yourself down once again. This time Wanda and Nat lay down next to you in the snow, leaving enough space for each of you to form your snow angels.

As you made the wings of your angel with your arms you felt your fingers brushing against both of theirs on either side of you. Despite the cold, you felt your face getting warm at the contact.

You started laughing once again in the snow and this time Nat and Wanda couldn’t help but join you.

You felt your whole body brimming with joy at this moment you were all sharing, you wished you could freeze time so you could stay in this moment forever.

Nat was the first to get up, and you could feel the cold beginning to seep into your coat but as you went to get up Wanda stopped you. Nat helped her up and Wanda began swirling her hands as you realized what she was doing. You let the familiar feeling of her magic envelope you as you lifted off of the ground. After all, everyone knows the best way to not smudge a snow angel is to lift yourself directly off of the ground into the air.

Wanda brought you over to them and carefully set you down as you all observed the snow angels, after careful consideration you all agreed Nat’s was the best.

As you were looking at the angels a thought came to mind, “we should make them a friend” you concluded

“As in another snow angel?” Nat questioned, looking over to the first snow angel you attempted

“No…” you looked around for the perfect spot for your ‘friend’ “we should build a snowman”

Natasha snorted “okay Anna”

You grinned “I take that as a compliment”

Wanda smirked as she dusted some snow off of your coat “nobody said it wasn’t”

You bounded over to the spot you selected for your snow friend and began forming a small snowball in your hands, without saying a word Wanda and Nat each began making their own snowballs. You were building the body while Nat built the torse and Wanda built the head.

All three of you were rolling your snow around until you had to pick it up and roll it in another area so that you didn’t take all of the snow from around where your snow person would sit.

After a while of rolling, you realized you might have rolled it too heavy to carry, but that problem was easily remedied but Wanda’s wiggly-woo’s.

Since yours was the biggest you’d finished last and by the time Wanda placed the body down you were able to assemble the snowman.

While you were rolling around your ball Wand and Nat had found some sticks and rocks to give the snow friend eyes and limbs.

You all assembled the snowman together and you, of course, made a joke about ‘Assembling’ and Nat swatted you on the shoulder for it.

All three of you stood back to admire the snowman, you had to admit it was one of the best ones you’d ever made.

“If this snowman could talk what do you think it would say?” Wanda inquired

“hmm… ‘oh my gosh it’s the two coolest Avengers in the world!’ ” you guessed, referring to the two Avengers you were currently with

“Well yeah but what about Wanda-oof” You knocked shoulders with a laughing Nat as Wanda playfully shoved her over, already used to Nat’s teasing.

“I think it’d ask to be your girlfriend” You and Natasha both looked over at Wanda who was staring at the snowman with a warm smile

You laughed a little pained, wrapping your arms around yourself “I think this snowman is too good for me” you tried to joke, instead, you got two Avengers looking at you with upset expressions

“How could anyone be too good for you?”

You stared at the snowman and refused to look into their eyes.

“Y/n,” Nat started, turning her body to fully face you “You don’t really believe that do you? That everyone is too good for you?”

You sharply inhaled, squeezing your arms tighter around yourself

“Y/n,” Wanda moved to stand directly in front of you next to Nat, she tried to catch your eyes but you just stared at your shoes “Look at me моя любовь” You looked up at the nickname, the other day you got the chance to ask Bucky what it meant and he blushed and asked you if Wanda or Nat were calling you that, to which you responded yes and he told you it was better if they told you.

“Nobody is too good for you Y/n, you’re the epitome of kindness”

They were too good for you, you thought, and Wanda flinched

“No.” You furrowed your eyebrows “No, we’re not too good for you, you’re too good for us”

Your heart started pounding, what were they saying? You needed answers

“What does моя любовь mean?” they laughed a bit at your pronunciation but Wanda began turning red

“It means..” she seemed hesitant “it means My Love”

The world went quiet. You couldn’t believe your ears, all this time Wanda had been calling you her love? They both had?

You searched their eyes for an answer and found exactly what you were looking for in the way they were both looking at you.

You felt tears at the corners of your eyes, another cold sensation hit your face and you looked up to see it snowing. Talk about perfect timing.

“You’re too good for us Y/n-” Nat expressed

“No,” you cut her off with a watery laugh “No I think we’re just right for each other”

It was a leap of faith but you had confidence now that they felt the same way you did.

Nat’s watch chimed and she looked down at it before looking up at you and smiling

“Merry Christmas Y/n” She closed the distance between the two of you, pressing her lips softly against yours as one hand came up to cup your jaw. She deepened the kiss a little bit before pulling away panting lightly, you barely had time to recover before Wanda’s lips were on yours, delicately pressed against you she held your face in her hands as she kissed you. Tears slipped out of your eyes as you were kissed by the loves of your life and the snow fell gracefully around all of you.

You pulled away and you all started at each other before you let out another watery laugh

“What’s funny?” Nat challenged

You smiled warmly at her, shaking your head lightly “it’s nothing, it’s just… I love you guys”

Both of them beamed at you “we love you too” they admit.

The three of you huddled together in each other's arms and watched the Christmas snowfall, and you thought to yourself, maybe you could look forward to Valentine’s day next year.

(моя любовь- my love)

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That’s the end! Feel free to tell me what you thought about it! I had the best time writing it <3

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bluenet13 · 1 year

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Love in the Line of Duty (a Chenford Valentine’s Day Story)

Despite Tim's careful planning, unsolicited suggestions from their friends, and their anticipation for the occasion, Tim and Lucy never make it to their Valentine's Day dinner.

AO3

Tim climbs the hill with the most advantageous view of the space below and crouches behind a tree, his eyes never straying too far away from the people he's watching. He looks on proudly as Lucy expertly takes down one of their marks from her position hidden behind some metal barrels and follows it with his own two shots. One hits its mark but the other bounces off the ground and misses its destination completely.

Before he can pull the trigger again, his attention is pulled to the roof of one of the buildings that overlooks the field. He sees a spark of sunlight hit the weapon on someone's hand and shouts a warning, "Lucy, get down!"

Lucy tries to dodge to the side, but there isn't much space in her hiding spot and instead Tim sees her slump forward, two smudges of red coloring her side. Minutes tick by as he waits for movement, but the only motion that comes is Lucy's body hitting the ground hard.

"Shit," Tim mutters, because this is not at all how he had planned to spend their first Valentine's Day together.

-x-x-x-

January 28

It had taken Tim one deployment to realize that giving up your life for the greater good also meant giving up your holidays. As a cop, things hadn't changed much, and he had been forced to miss many holidays in his time with Isabel.

The first few years of their relationship, and then marriage, had been good. But even then, they rarely got to celebrate on the actual day. It was usually at least a day or two early or late, but they had been together, and they had been happy. Until they were not.

It had started with a year in which they got fast food takeout for Christmas because they had been too tired to do anything else. And the problem wasn't the takeout, because they both loved their In-N-Out. It was more so the fact that he ate in his truck, and she locked herself up in their room. It was followed by a New Year's Eve where they didn't make it past eight, with him falling asleep on the couch while she took the bed. Then, a Valentine's Day that wasn't celebrated until March 14th. And it all ended with a year in which Tim spent all his holidays alone.

The memory hurts now, but it taught him that with Lucy, he wants things to be different, better, from the start. And by the power of God, or maybe Commander Grey and Lieutenant Pine, they both have Valentine's Day off.

Early one Saturday morning, he shoots her a text. "Don't make plans for the 14th." Quick and simple. He smiles, pleased.

Her response is immediate, and he smiles until he actually reads it. "14th of March? April?" That little devil, he thinks, and that's just the emoji Tim sends, followed by the blue heart and the cup of wine.

Belatedly, he remembers that Lucy once said that she used to spend Valentine's Day with Jackson, on the couch, watching rom-coms and eating overpriced holiday candy and junk food. And that it's now a tradition she shares with Tamara.

So, Tim quickly sends her another text. "Tell Tamara you can watch your corny movies on the 15th after shift. I'll bring the discounted candy."

"Who says you're invited?" Tim frowns, but before he can even begin typing an answer, Lucy sends another text. "Who am I kidding? You're always invited." Followed in quick succession by, "Don't forget the Lava Cake Kisses and Tamara's Raspberry Crème Kit Kats."

Lucy follows up the three texts with the smiley face with the three hearts and Tim's face inadvertently breaks into his best imitation of the emoji. He shakes his head, wondering when he reverted back to a smitten teenager, and sends her a final text, promising to do as requested.

-x-x-x-

As soon as Lucy feels the pain on her side, she knows she's been hit. The stickiness clinging to her shirt is another dead giveaway. She had heard Tim's shout and tried to run to safety, but the projectile had been faster.

She tries to get up, but her breathing is already shallow, and she only manages a step before she falls hard against the ground. Nearly out of breath and with her side burning, she allows herself a few seconds before she quickly gets up and takes cover behind a rundown shed.

Lucy isn't sure how long it will be able to protect her, but it is the best she can do with limited resources. Crouching so as not to be seen, she begins to assess her injuries. She winces as she removes the extra layers above her shirt and gently touches her side, wishing she could go back to a time when her biggest concern was her friends' inquisitive questions.

-x-x-x-

February 2

Lucy sits across from Angela and Nyla at a high table at a bar and quietly sips her Cosmopolitan. The conversation has just moved from Jack and Leah and baby pictures and now they're recounting their latest case. She laughs in all the right places, even asks a question or two as they go back and forth, but eventually sighs as she checks her phone and sees her notifications empty. She was supposed to be at dinner with Tim, but his case had run late so she had ended up joining the detectives for their usual girl's night, Wes and James having taken the kids to a movie.

Lucy checks her phone again a few minutes later, doing her best to hide her disappointment when Tim still hasn't texted, and sets it face down on the table.

That seems to be the sign Lucy hadn't known Angela was waiting for because she suddenly grins and turns to face her with an interest that makes her feel a little uneasy. "So, what are you girls doing for Valentine's Day?" Angela asks excitedly, making Lucy wonder if she's got fantastic plans already or if there's an ulterior motive to her question.

"Oh, James is taking me to dinner and Donovan is having Leah sleep over. Lila is very excited to show her little sister some changes she made to her room," Nyla says, then turns to look at her expectantly.

Lucy squirms in her seat and makes sure to level her voice as she explains, "No plans. You already know Chris and I broke up."

Angela and Nyla nod but their matching grins have Lucy's defenses rising. Her suspicions are proven correct when Angela shakes her head, looking at her with an amused smile. "I wasn't talking about Chris."

Lucy's eyes narrow as she tries to figure out if they can possibly know something and, if so, how much. She takes a sip of her drink then another and another, trying to buy herself time. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not seeing anyone." They had decided to keep things a secret and Tim hasn't said otherwise so she's willing to go down with their lie.

Angela shakes her head disappointedly, and Lucy knows she's planning her next move, but it's Nyla who speaks next. "We already know you're dating Tim."

Lucy's glad she hadn't been drinking then, or she's sure she'd be choking right about now. Nyla sounds matter of fact, which really doesn't surprise her, but there's a slight inflection to her tone that makes Lucy suspect she's only trying to make it sound like a fact, while in reality she's asking a question. "I don't know what you're talking about," she repeats, playing it cool, even if butterflies are making a ruckus in her belly.

Angela signals the bartender and asks for two vodka doubles, then adds, "Tim told me. There's no need to hide anymore."

Lucy has the distinct feeling this is how suspects feel while interrogated by the detective pair and considering she's guilty as charged she should be looking for a way to get out of this conversation, but she knows her friends are not about to back down. "There's nothing to tell," she tries, knowing Tim would have said something.

"Okay, he didn't tell me, not voluntarily," Angela says, accepting their drinks from the bartender and thanking him as she sets one in front of Nyla and pushes the other towards Lucy, grabbing her water and taking a long sip. "I questioned him, and he caved."

"Uh-huh." That sounds more like it, Lucy thinks, but is almost sure Tim would have mentioned it. She smiles at her friends and slowly begins drinking her vodka, biding her time and hoping she doesn't break first.

Surprisingly, it's Nyla who gives in before the other two. She throws her arms in the air and makes a sound that can only be described as a petulant whine. "Oh, come on, you had like five people quit or switch positions only to get Tim a new job."

"Yeah. And?" Lucy wonders, matching Angela's amused smile. "I would have done the same for you both if you were miserable at your new jobs."

Angela nods and pats her hand. "And we appreciate it, but that's not the point."

"We have seen the glances, the near touches. Your personal space was always this side of unprofessional but now it's basically nonexistent." Nyla piles on and Lucy realizes they're really not that good at hiding themselves. But they must be good enough because the other two are clearly grasping at straws now.

"You two almost kissed when he gave you the news!" Angela states, and Lucy just shrugs, grateful she possesses an uncanny ability to infuriate others, as she's done with Tim oh so many times.

Angela huffs and Nyla groans, and Lucy only smiles wider in return. "You're really not going to tell us?" Nyla asks incredulously. "I thought we were friends."

So, they're over playing bad cop and now into the good cop routine, Lucy realizes. Glad her college degree and UC skills come in handy when it comes to calling their bluff. "There's nothing to tell," she repeats, getting up from the table when she feels her phone vibrate. "But if there was, I'd say he's taking me to dinner in Malibu, then for a walk on the beach, before we end up with a movie on his couch. And maybe other activities in his bedroom. I got him a gift that we got to try out."

Lucy winks and excuses herself to the bathroom, leaving two wide-eyed detectives in her wake.

-x-x-x-

Tim isn't worried at first, but the moment Lucy stumbles and falls, his world is reduced to slow motion. He hears the echo of his own scream, then, just as suddenly, the victorious chants of the others as they celebrate. He isn't sure how he missed the one person who had Lucy in sight, but he had fucked up, and there is no denying it.

Even from a distance, Tim can see the pain etched on Lucy's face, but she doesn't make a sound. And he knows he has to act fast. He quickly makes his way down the hill, using trees, bushes and anything else he can find for cover.

Tim grumbles and ducks behind a boulder when he hears people coming. Forced to sit back and wait, he thinks back to the previous week and their friends' antics and wishes he had paid attention to their suggestions.

-x-x-x-

Week leading up to Valentine's Day

Tim Bradford prides himself in being a romantic man. Not when asking the wife who broke his heart for a divorce or when trying to convince her to open up to him for the millionth time. Not with a girlfriend who tries to get him to change every other date, or move to the other side of the country, or retire at the first injury she sees. And certainly not when he's playing a drug trafficker or practicing going undercover. But for the right girl, the one who's given him his heart back alongside hers, Tim can be the most romantic man on the planet.

For Lucy Chen, Tim calls in three favors, promises two of his own, and exchanges some of his Rams' tickets to get them seats at one of Malibu's most sought out restaurants. And he does all that for a place that offers mostly fish and vegetables and only has two steaks on the menu. But unfortunately, his friends don't know that, and he can't as well just tell them since he and Lucy are not supposed to be anything more than friends.

It all starts on Monday morning. Tim closes the door to his truck and walks to the elevator, then hears Harper's voice asking to hold the door for her. He does and a minute later she steps inside, holding a box full of folders. "Need help?"

Harper shakes her head but pushes up to look at him over the top of the box. "No, thank you. But if you do, let me know." He must give her a confused look because Harper smiles and adds, "For Valentine's Day. I know Lucy so if you need help shopping for a gift just give me a call."

The elevator pings its arrival and Harper is out and walking away before Tim can even pick his jaw from the floor.

Then it's Thorsen on Tuesday. They're standing in line at the food trucks when Thorsen turns to him with an apprehensive look. Tim wants to tell him not to bother with whatever it's he wants to say, but before he can make up his mind about it, Thorsen is already going on about a guy. "Hey, I know the guy that manages a lot of the top restaurants in LA, let me know if you need help with a reservation."

Tim shuffles on the spot, flustered and unsure what to say. "Uhh… okay? Thanks?" He mutters, trying to maintain his signature brand of stoic indifference, but Thorsen pays him no mind as he's in the middle of offering the services of his flower guy, chocolate boxes guy, and more surprisingly, even when it really shouldn't, his limo guy.

Then it's Juarez and Bailey. On Wednesday, he runs across Celina in the hall outside of booking, and she spouts some nonsense about horoscopes, compliments him on how beautifully his and Lucy's auras have aligned recently and hands him a list of presents for her moon sign, before running behind Nolan and conveniently avoiding him for the rest of shift. Then that afternoon he gets a text from Bailey reminding him which wine Lucy liked the last time they went to a barbecue at Nolan's. At that one, Tim rolls his eyes and sends a simple 'thank you', almost pointing out that he's known all of Lucy's favorites for years.

And it's like all of his friends had planned this and decided to leave the worst for last because on Friday morning Grey calls him to his office and asks how things are going.

"Everything is going well, sir," he answers, pleased to report good news even if the commander is technically not his boss anymore. "Already acclimated to the new unit and hopefully making a positive impact."

Grey nods his understanding and lets out a barely suppressed grin. "That's good to hear, but that's not what I meant."

"Sir?" Tim asks, confused.

"I meant you and Officer Chen," Grey says simply, hands folded over his desk and his expression calm as if they were just talking about the latest Dodgers game. "I've paired a lot of officers, and some have grown up to have great partnerships, if I do say so myself, but this is the first time one extends past the doors of Mid-Wilshire. So, you can say I have a lot riding on this."

Tim chokes on his next breath and Commander Grey chuckles, passing him a bottle of water. "We're doing well, sir," Tim says eventually, absentmindedly wondering if that's why he saw Grey passing Smitty a $20 bill last week.

"Well, that's good to hear. Luna and I have been to some very nice hotels in towns within driving distance of LA, just so you know, if you ever need a recommendation," Grey offers and Tim wonders if he's somehow crossed into the Twilight Zone. "Now, you're dismissed. Stay safe out there."

And just like that the conversation ends as if they had just talked about the latest case and not Tim's love life. He nods and leaves Grey's office looking positively dumbstruck.

Then on Friday evening, Tim is sitting alone in his new office, going over some paperwork, when he sees Angela walking to him. Instantly he wishes he was out on patrol where she couldn't do whatever she's about to do. This has been a long week and Tim is over being ambushed by his so-called friends.

"Timothy," Angela calls as she walks inside and pushes the door close behind her. She sits down on the corner of his desk like it's her office too and sets her hands expectantly on her knees. "Need any tips for Valentine's Day?"

Tim knows they're past the point of denying it, but that doesn't mean he has to open up either. He rolls his eyes, giving his best friend a classic Tim Bradford annoyed expression and turns back to the document in front of him.

"Hey, you don't have to accept or deny anything, okay?" Tim looks back up at that. He turns his head sideways and waits, knowing there's no way she's letting this go so easily. "We can just talk in hypotheticals here. I just don't want you to mess this up."

He scoffs, leveling Angela with a disbelieving gaze. "I was married for more years than you have been together with Wesley, you know."

"Yeah, and we both know how that ended up." Angela's tone is teasing but she still regrets the words when Tim's eyes darken, and he crosses his arms over his chest.

"That wasn't my fault," he says, trying but failing not to sound hurt.

Angela's grin fades and her eyes slowly widen, she puts her hands up in a placating gesture. "I know. I'm sorry. That wasn't meant to be a jab. It's just…" She trails off, shakes her head as she searches for the right words, settling on the truth. "I was by your side when things ended with Isabel, and I never want to see you like that again. And these last few weeks… I've never seen you this happy before. I don't know what happened, how it happened or who finally made a move, but happiness is a good look on you. And I just really want this to work out, you both deserve it."

Tim's expression softens and he nods, knowing that Angela might act like an annoying little sister, but like Genny, they only want what's best for him. "I know. But I've got everything under control, I promise."

"Okay, if you're sure. But if you change your mind and want some recommendations, you let me know," Angela offers. She gets up and turns to leave but hesitates with a hand on the handle. She turns back to Tim, looking like she wants to say something, but in the end shakes her head and opens the door.

Tim recognizes that look and, in that moment, countless days with her best friend flash through his memories and he realizes he owes her more than whatever this conversation was. "Ang, wait," he calls and mirrors her smile when she turns around expectantly. "If you're up for it I can stop by this weekend, and we can talk. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before but if you're interested, I can tell you how I asked her out. I'll even bring beer."

"Tim, you finally got the balls to ask the girl you've been pinning after for months, if not years, and she said yes, of course I want to know everything!" She walks back to his side of the office and squeezes his shoulder before ruffling his hair affectionately. "But make sure you bring some Ginger Ale and Lemonade too."

He starts to swat her hand away but stops mid-try, his eyes going wide as he splutters, "Gin… Ginger Ale? Wait… Wait, does that mean what I think?"

Angela's smile turns bashful when she nods and sets a hand over her belly. Tim gets up so quickly that he almost knocks his chair down and envelops her in a hug. "Congratulations," he breathes out, happy for Ang and Wes but also for himself because he gets to be an uncle to another baby boy or girl. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, Bradford. And I'm happy for you too." Angela pulls back and looks at him with a wry smile. "Mostly for us, because we're all tired of having to deal with your nonsense. But also, for you and Lucy."

Tim chuckles and pushes her away again. "Now go away, I actually have work to do. I'll see you on Sunday," he grumbles, although with the soft smile still lingering on his face, his words lack their usual gruffness.

As he says the words, Tim realizes he's actually happy about it and looking forward to an afternoon at the Evers' residence. Lucy has Tamara to talk to, and now he gets to do the same with his best friend. And it will be like the old days, when he used to bring a six-pack on Friday nights and tell her stories of the girl who broke his heart. Only this time he will tell her about the girl that put the pieces back together, even the ones missing since childhood.

And speaking of childhood, when Tim wakes up on Saturday morning, he sees a text from Genny asking if he needs help picking his outfit for Valentine's Day dinner. His only response is to throw the phone across the room and snuggle closer into Lucy's warm body.

-x-x-x-

Her side is throbbing, and her breathing is slow, but Lucy concludes that she should be okay for the time being. Turning around, she searches for Tim at his favorite vantage point, but he is nowhere in sight. She sighs, realizing he must have moved while she got to her new cover.

Alone and injured, Lucy closes her eyes and tries to formulate a plan. She knows Tim is coming for her, but she can't risk staying here like a sitting duck waiting for him to get here only so the others can take him out too. The pain in her side is also increasing by the second and she knows she should be trying to get to a first aid kit.

Lucy winces as she rises from the ground, leaning against the wall of the shed for support. She discards her gun, now useless, and clutches her side, gritting her teeth through the pain. She takes a few unsteady steps before her legs give way, so she carefully lowers herself to the ground with a muffled groan. Her breathing is coming in heavy, and she knows she won't be able to make it far on her own. Resigned, she closes her eyes and leans her head against the wall, distracting herself with memories of that morning, until her eyes snap open a moment later as she hears footsteps coming up beside her.

-x-x-x-

Earlier That Day

When Lucy wakes up alone on Valentine's Day she wonders if the last two months have been a dream but then she blinks awake and registers Tim's bed and now very familiar room and knows it's all really happened. Next comes in the delicious aroma coming from outside the room and Tim's voice softly humming to a love song she can't believe he's playing voluntarily, and Lucy is getting up and out of bed and tiptoeing to the kitchen before her next breath is even fully out.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Tim says, chuckling when she lets out a squeak at being caught trying to sneak up on him.

"Happy Valentine's Day," she whispers against his neck and wraps her arms around his waist, pulling him into a gentle sway to the music. "What are you making? It smells delicious."

Tim grins and sets one hand over Lucy's while he flips a pancake with the other, his smile growing impossibly larger when, instead of waiting for his answer, he feels Lucy rise onto her toes and set her chin on his shoulder, humming in appreciation when she takes in the pancakes and bacon.

"I hope it's okay," he says shily, turning to plant a kiss on her forehead.

Lucy tilts her head sideways, tapping a finger against her jaw, as if truly considering her answer, and takes advantage of his hesitation to steal a chaste kiss. She reaches behind him and snatches a piece of bacon from the pan, taking a bite and offering him the other half. "It's perfect," she breathes out, and kisses him again, just because she can.

Tim deepens the kiss before pulling back but not far, smiling against her lips. "Food's almost ready, I'll bring everything to the table."

Usually they do this part together, moving around the kitchen perfectly in sync as they cook, plate the food, and set the table, but today she nods and steps away so he can finish.

As Lucy turns around, she notices a bouquet of sunflowers on the kitchen counter. "Tim, these are beautiful! Thank you so much." Her eyes fill with tears of joy as she walks over to the counter and picks up the bouquet, breathing in its sweet fragrance.

A piece of paper falls from the base and Lucy kneels to pick it up, finding a card that reads, "For my sunshine on this Valentine's Day. Thank you for lighting up my life." And her smile in that moment puts all the sunflowers in the world to shame.

Lucy squeals and Tim almost drops the plates when she launches herself into his arms. In his rush to set them back down on the counter he loses his footing as he catches her and they both end up on the ground. They laugh, even as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her tight against him. "You're welcome, baby. I wanted to do something special to show you how much you mean to me."

Lucy looks up at him with as much adoration as Tim's ever seen directed at him and pecks him quickly on the lips before she tucks her head under his chin. "You always do, Tim," she whispers against his chest. "In words or in actions you've been showing me I'm special since my first year as a Rookie."

"Yeah." Tim sighs, managing to sound wistful even in the one word. "But back then I couldn't do this." He gently pulls her back and kisses her like their lives depend on it. She reciprocates and they keep going until their breakfast lays forgotten and cooled down on the counter above them.

As they lay there on the kitchen floor, surrounded by the delicious smell of bacon and the sweet fragrance of sunflowers, Tim and Lucy get lost in their love. The world around them fades as they take a moment to cherish each other, letting their bodies say what their words sometimes couldn't.

Finally, they sit up and Tim helps Lucy to her feet. They share a bashful smile as Tim hands Lucy her kimono and slips his shirt over his head. Breakfast ends up being colder than expected but the warmth within them is enough to compensate.

After breakfast, they head to Tim's room to get ready for the day. Tim watches Lucy step into his shower and takes a whole two minutes before he's going in after her.

Once they're both dressed and ready, somehow only being an hour later than scheduled, they head out into the world, knowing that as long as they're together, it's bound to be a great Valentine's Day.

-x-x-x-

Tim peeks around the edge of the boulder separating him from the people trying to shoot him and smiles when he sees two of his friends approaching. Confident of his abilities, he exposes himself, aiming quickly and taking out the two men with successive hits. He allows a moment to smile proudly at the small victory before he's sprinting down the rest of the hill.

Finally, he sees Lucy on the ground with her back resting against the wall of some kind of shed and rushes to her side. She seems to hear his footsteps and turns around, wide-eyed, one hand raising while the other presses against her side. But the moment her eyes land on Tim, she visibly relaxes and reaches for him.

Tim kneels down in front of her and opens his arms. Lucy comes in willingly but lets out a pained gasp when his arms close around her and he quickly pulls back, frantically looking all over body. "Luce, are you okay?" He asks, as he sits beside her, brushing the hair from her face.

"Y-yeah," she breathes out, shakily. "Just a bruised rib, I think."

Tim signs and runs his hand down his face, his expression a mix of concern and anger and a lot of guilt at the turn of events.

"Hey, this isn't your fault, alright?" Lucy says, squeezing his knee and trying not to wince when the movement justles her side.

As always, she knew him too well and could read him like a book, which is unfortunate for him when he's trying very hard not to ruin their Valentine's Day any further. "This was my idea and now you're hurt."

"It was your idea because you knew I would love it, Tim. And I did, I do. Shit happens, we know that." She gives him her best reassuring smile, but it disappears as she tries to stand up.

"Don't move," he orders, carefully pushing her hands away to inspect her side. His eyes narrow as he surveys the injury, gently prodding around the affected area. "Damn, that's gonna bruise. We need to get you out of here. Can you walk?"

Lucy wants to point out her side is already one big bruise but if that's what Tim needs to feel better about the whole situation, she's willing to give him that one lie. She nods, but then takes him in more clearly, noticing the lack of paint on his clothing, and shakes her head instead. "Wait, you haven't been hit yet. What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" He scoffs, but can't help but laugh at her question, even if the situation isn't even remotely funny. It's just such a Lucy thing to say. "You're hurt, paintball doesn't matter anymore. Now come on, I'll give you a hand."

"Paintball always matters!" Lucy cries, but still extends a hand and lets Tim pull her to her feet.

Tim helps her up, encircling a hand over her waist to support her weight as they make it back to the starting point. "I'm sorry," Tim says, regret and guilt heavy in his voice.

"It's okay, we couldn't know this would happen," Lucy says, trying to reassure him. "We have been here a bunch of times and never even seen an injury. It was just bad luck."

Tim nods, but silently wonders if he's the one that's bad luck. Luckily, he doesn't have much time to delve on it because they reach the lobby of the paintball park. He finds a nice spot for her to rest and sets her down on a bench while he goes to the front office to get a first aid kit.

There's not much he can do about a bruised rib, but he checks the area, using his army and LAPD knowledge to make sure it's in fact bruised and not actually broken. When he's confident in his assessment he gets her some ice, a bottle of water and some Ibuprofen, then wraps her abdomen, making sure she's comfortable before sitting down next to her.

Lucy chooses that moment to change positions and lay flat on the bench, head resting on his legs. She grabs the ice from his hand and settles it over her side, sighing in content at the instant relief.

"I'm sorry, Luce." Tim takes her hand in his, running the other through her hair. "I should have never suggested we do paintball on Valentine's Day."

Lucy shakes her head, and turns to look up, directly into his eyes. "It was just an accident, Tim. I'm okay."

He leans down and kisses her forehead. "I still feel terrible. Now we will miss dinner and you will be in pain the rest of the day." He decides then to call Aaron's restaurant guy and call in more favors to get them a new reservation for this following weekend.

"I've lived through worse," Lucy says, and squeezes the hand holding hers when he visibly tenses. "But it's okay, you'll make it up to me. Not that you have to."

"Is that so?" He questions, but the way his hand moves down from her hair to her side and barely past the waistband of her legging says that he definitely agrees so.

Lucy smiles, a wry, wicked one, and kisses him again, a promise of things to come. "Yes, definitely. We might not be able to go to dinner, but I've always believed we do the best celebrating at home."

Tim's eyes darken while another thing hardens but he tells his downstairs area to tone it down. "You're hurt, we won't be doing any funny business tonight."

"You're no fun." She pouts and punches his side playfully. "Too bad you'll be missing out on my gift then. I've got a very sexy babydoll with your name on it. And it's emerald green."

"Chen," he says, trying to sound threatening and bring back his T.O. voice, but her smile tells him he hasn't succeeded. "You're going be the death of me," he mutters under his breath.

Lucy chuckles and places her hands on either side of his face, pulling him in for a kiss. When they part, she looks proudly at his blown pupils and whispers, "Then it'll be a happy death."

Tim rolls his eyes but nods anyway. He's confident that she won't be the death of him, not yet at least. If he has any say in the matter, they'll have a long and happy life together, complete with a ring on her finger and children, grandchildren, and maybe even great-grandchildren.

"Now, take me home, Bradford," Lucy says, interrupting his thoughts.

Her words pull Tim back to the present and he breaks into a smile. Her Bradford sounds so familiarly exasperated and equally soft and it takes him back to her rookie year and the first time they came to this paintball field for a match. A mere months before that day, they had been forced together by default, but they had chosen each other every day since.

And as Tim helps Lucy up and into his truck, he knows that he'll always choose her. Before they head off, he turns to her and takes her hand in his.

"Luce, I know today wasn't exactly what we had planned for our first Valentine's Day, but I wouldn't have wanted to spend it with anyone else," Tim says, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Tears glimmer in her eyes as she looks at him, and she leans in to kiss him on the cheek. "Today was perfect, Tim. You make every day special just by being you."

Tim's heart swells and takes over his brain as he blurts out the words that have been on the tip of his tongue for months, "I love you."

Lucy's eyes widen and she smiles. "I love you too."

They sit for a moment with only the echo of those words filling the silence before Tim starts the engine and drives off into the night. The sun has set, but their love continues to shine brightly, and they know it will only continue to grow stronger with each passing Valentine's Day.

#the rookie #Chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #chenford fanfic

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Merry Christmas, Darling | NCT

FANDOM: NCT

PAIRING: Yuta x Reader

WORD COUNT:

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: You and Christmas aren't exactly on good terms. Your boyfriend has a scheme to maybe help your point of view on the holiday...with a little help, of course.

You and Christmas have never really gotten along. There has been a lack of the so-called "Christmas magic" in your soul for some time, and despite having a beautifully lit tree sitting in the patio window of your apartment on Christmas eve night, it just doesn't feel like Christmas. You know your boyfriend was busy with his little band of brothers and likely calling his own family. You're sitting on the floor in front of your couch, a cup of hot chocolate held between your fingers as you stare blankly at the tv as nothing in particular plays. Yes, you may have turned the tv on and spent ten minutes clicking through things and then randomly picked something that was holiday themed, but you don’t have it in you to actually pay attention; you’re much too lost in your own head. You can’t recall the last time you actually, truly enjoyed a Christmas. And while some would say to spend time with a significant other, you and Yuta have only been together for a few months, so you don't expect him to stop his usual holiday plans and cater to you. The sound of a familiar tone chiming has a distracted smile curving your lips as you open your phone to read the message.

{From; Yuta 💙}: How's my princess?

It's a simple question and yet, somehow, that helps you feel better. You want so badly to lie and say you’re fine, but you know at this point, anything that sounds dismissive will alert Yuta and he’d be at your door in minutes. You can’t ruin his usual plans to be selfish.

[⇚]: I’ve been better. At least I’m off tomorrow.

{From; Yuta 💙}: Do you want me to come over?

[⇚]: Yuta, no. You have plans with the guys already. I can’t intrude on that. You can always come over tomorrow. I’ll be fine, I promise.

You regret sending the message when you realize the last line of text. That’s one of the things you didn’t want to say. You frantically move to type in a reassurance, but the reply has already come in.

{From; Yuta 💙}: Are you sure? I can come get you, you know.

Emotions are already raw enough right now, and the way Yuta always takes care of you, even when you say you don’t need it, is one of the reasons you adore him so much. Your heart melts at the way he treats you like royalty, and it’s such a strange thing compared to any relationship you’ve ever had.

[⇚]: You enjoy your night with the guys, baby. You can come over tomorrow.

It takes a little longer than anticipated before the reply comes in.

{From; Yuta 💙}: Remember to stay warm. I love you.

He doesn't have to tell you, you know he loves you. He knows you know, but he does it at least twice a day anyway since the first time either of you said the words. 'I don't want you to ever forget.' he had said when you asked one time while he'd visited. You'd had a terrible migraine and he had come to take care of you, ending with your head in his lap as you laid on the couch listening to music quietly in a dimly lit living room. Small moments like that keep you going when work keeps the two of you apart. A smile has curved your lips in fondness as you reply back.

[⇚]: I will. I love you, too. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

{From; Yuta 💙}: Bright and early. 😜

There's a laugh at the reply, and you shake your head a little. The group is barely four days into post-tour right now, which means the chances of Yuta actually being able to get up early, let alone get Johnny up to bring him over because his license test isn’t for another few days, is slim to none. Jet lag and overall exhaustion from giving their all will no doubt have them sleeping in another day or two. You lean back onto the front of the couch, deciding to try and pay attention to the show you’ve put on. It takes a couple of episodes, but you’re finally starting to enjoy the show and the chaos that’s ensuing on screen when there’s a knock on your door. A glance to your phone shows there’s no other message from Yuta, but you aren’t dumb. There’s no one else who would just show up at your door at this hour. Getting up from your little cocoon, you find yourself sighing as you make your way to the door. “Yuta, you didn’t have to make Johnny drop-” you cut yourself off when you open the door to find not Yuta, but all nine men standing on the stoop of your apartment. There are presents being carried and a few bags of gifts held in hands and you stare at them despite the cold seeping into the warmth of the apartment. “What are you guys doi-”

“We couldn’t let you be alone, Y/N.” Johnny begins, grinning.

“Yeah, it’s Christmas!” Jungwoo chimes in with childish glee.

You open your mouth but can’t speak, so instead you use the next few moments to take all of them in. Johnny clearly drove, you can see the keys in his hand, but he’s carrying a large bag that’s taped shut with a bow on it. Taeil is smiling, carrying a few of the boxes himself as he regards you curiously. Mark and Haechan look like children seeing Santa because it’s the first time you’ve met them in person. Jungwoo is balancing a large box under one arm and leaning into Jaehyun, whose hands are tucked into a jacket, but there’s a bag of gifts hanging from his left arm. Doyoung looks to be the most cold, hovering in the corner with a set of presents in his arms. Taeyong stands just behind Yuta, looking like a big brother as he rests his chin on Yuta’s shoulder, looking at you. Yuta himself is front and center, hidden behind a stack of boxes, but you recognize the jacket he’s wearing and the familiar sight of the silver dragon ring you gave him for his birthday.

“You guys…”

“Are you gonna invite us in, Y/N?” Taeyong teases. “It is kind of cold out here.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach to remove the stack of presents from your boyfriend’s arms, carrying them to the tree that only has a small batch of presents beneath it. The others follow you inside, placing their own carried packages around the tree. You step back so they can arrange everything, unable to keep from chuckling as you start toward the kitchen to put your kettle on - you’re going to need more than the little keurig for warm drinks. Yuta catches your wrist as you walk past where he’s closed the door and locked it, pulling you close to seal his lips over yours in a quick kiss. You let him hold you, not caring about the chill in his jacket as you return the gesture, one hand resting at the side of his neck. “Yuta, you know you didn’t have to come.”

“I wasn’t going to let you be alone, princess.” he whispers against your lips. “Not on Christmas.”

“But the guys-”

“Have been wanting to meet you anyway. If they weren’t asking me, they were asking Taeyong and Johnny.” Yuta cuts you off, reaching a chilled hand up to brush some hair out of your face. “They wanted to come. You’re a part of our family now, baby.”

Despite the chill of his skin, you lean into his touch, watching him with the pure adoration you regard him with at any given time. “Thank you. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. And I never want you to forget that.” Yuta replies. The quiet moment of assurance between the two of you is broken when you hear Johnny from the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/N, where’s the big kettle? I know you have one in here.”

Both you and Yuta laugh softly, and you lean in to steal one more quick kiss and usher Yuta towards the mass of bodies in your living room. His arms move from where they hold you, taking his jacket off, which allows you to join the eldest of the ‘95 liners in the kitchen to open the cabinet above your stove. Johnny goes to reach for it, but you smack at his chest playfully. “No, sir. You are guests.”

“Family is never considered guests.” Johnny counters, staring at you sassily while easily reaching over you to pull the kettle from the shelf. He chuckles at the indignant huff you give him, but turns away to fill the kettle with water. “Go get settled.”

You shake your head and sigh at his words, turning instead to the breakfast bar to open the cabinet above and pull out mugs. You find that you’re lucky you’ve acquired such an odd collection of mugs over the years, otherwise you may not have enough for all ten of you. Johnny doesn’t argue when you get mugs first, but you don’t have to see his face to see the playful look to know he’s amused at your determination. You find yourself moving towards the living room, nudging Jaehyun from in front of the couch enough to sit and curl against Yuta’s side, your fingers finding his to lace them together. Mark insists on finding a movie to watch, and you nod to where the remote sits on the end table furthest from where you and Yuta are perched. It isn’t hard to notice the way the members who haven’t met you - which is most of the group - watch not just you but the way the two of you kind of settle into each other. Your mind is starting to spiral when Yuta’s hand squeezes yours and brings you back, laying a kiss at your temple.

“Breathe, Y/N.” he explains. “They wanted to come, to see you.”

“Why?” you whisper back, tucking further into him.

“Because I love you, and they want you to know you’re welcome.” The words make you smile just the littlest bit, turning your head to kiss him.

“What would I do without you?”

“You’ll never have to know. You’re stuck with me now.” Yuta answers.

“You’re stuck with all of us, really. But mostly Yuta.” Taeyong counters as he finds the place next to Yuta, having heard the last of the conversation. Your eyes take note of where everyone is making themselves comfortable, letting your head rest on Yuta’s shoulder. Jungwoo sits on Taeyong’s opposite side. Taeil has found a place on the chaise next to Doyoung with Mark and Haechan nearby on the floor. Jaehyun has moved down to settle between Taeyong and Jungwoo’s leg space, one arm draped over Jungwoo’s thigh casually. Johnny is still in the kitchen, making sure glasses are set up and ready for when the kettle screams at all of you. You know there have to be questions they want to ask you - ones they’ve probably already hurled at your boyfriend, but none come. Whether they’ve been told not to or simply don’t want to pressure you when literally all of them are there, it doesn’t matter. You’re grateful for the lack of interrogation.

“How was work?” Mark finally asks, clicking play on a movie before turning to look at you.

“Busy. I’m glad we closed early today.” you answer. “Last minute shoppers can be such a headache.”

“I’m glad we already had all our gifts bought.” Jaehyun muses with a laugh. “We thought about coming to visit, though.”

“Visit me? At work?”

“Yeah, but someone wouldn’t disclose where you work, so it fell through.” Haechan replies, only to be met with a stern voice as Taeyong scolds them for wanting to bother you on your most hectic work day.

You can’t help but smile, and the familiar vibration of Yuta’s chuckle makes you nuzzle him gently, enjoying the way it feels and wanting to remember the moment forever. It’s a familial presence to be around, brothers coming over for the holiday just because they can. The feeling is something you’d forgotten you’d even missed. Tea is made and sipped (with a few mugs of cocoa), pizza delivered despite the unusual hour, games played and movies going as background noise as you hear stories about insanity that happened behind the scenes during the latest tour. You aren’t sure where the time goes, you don’t even remember falling asleep, but you wake up when it’s still dark out, tucked in your bed with the familiar warmth of Yuta laying beside you. Blinking a little in the darkness, you blindly reach for your phone, double tapping the screen to wake it up, wincing at the brightness as the clock reads 3:52am. You sit up on one arm, rubbing at your eyes and reach to turn on the lowest setting of your bedside lamp, just enough to see by. You probably should be, but aren’t surprised when you look beside to find dark eyes looking up at you, half asleep as well.

“I’m sorry, baby. Did I wake you up?”

Yuta shakes his head a little at your question, moving to sit up and press a kiss to your cheek. “The others are asleep, too.” he adds with a yawn, running his fingers through your hair.

“When did they go back?” you ask sleepily, leaning into the touch and smiling as he kisses you. When he doesn’t answer, you tilt your head. “They did go back to the dorm, right?”

Yuta shakes his head again before explaining softly. “You fell asleep around one-thirty, and the rest of us were already settled in, watching tv. Taeil was asleep by two on the chaise, Jaehyun was asleep on the couch with Jungwoo by then. Once we realized that Doyoung, Mark and Haechan had fallen asleep on the floor, there wasn’t a point in trying to get back to the dorm. I showed the guest room to Yongie and Johnny. They’re on those beds. We made sure everyone had pillows and blankets, then I carried you to bed.”

Listening to him, you lean over to press a kiss to his lips. “My prince. What would I ever do without you?” you muse again, moving to stand. “Let’s go check on everyone real quick? I just want a head count.”

“You sound like Yongie at an airport.” Yuta teased, pulling back the blankets and following you down the hall to the living room. Despite being told, you’re still surprised to find that the living room is indeed filled with six of the members. Blankets from the hall closet are draped over the three on the furniture; Taeil is facing the wall behind the chaise while Jungwoo is curled into Jaehyun on the couch, his head tucked under Jaehyun’s chin. There’s a single blanket cocooned around Doyoung by this point, and the ones over Mark and Haechan have tangled by now as the pair lay facing each other. It’s a giant holiday sleepover, like the kids have fallen asleep waiting for Santa to show up. The sight warms you, and you tilt your head as you take in all of them. “I’m glad they’re comfortable enough to be affectionate and relaxed like this here.” you say quietly, looking up as Yuta’s hand takes yours. “None of us were surprised when Mark and Haechan admitted to their relationship. Those two, though, I think caught us a little by surprise.” Yuta answers, nodding towards the couch where Jungwoo and Jaehyun sleep.

“It’s family though.” you reply, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. Your eyes close when you feel Yuta press a kiss to your head. There’s a warmth in your chest, a happiness you didn’t even realize you’d been missing until this moment, standing in a living room full of Yuta’s friends, knowing all of them wanted to spend this time with you simply because their friend loved you. “Alright, let’s check on the other two, let these guys sleep some more.” Yuta gives a nod and leads you back down past your office and to the guest room, where the door is still open. Taeyong is on the main bed, half curled in a ball while Johnny is on the trundle bed, head on the opposite end of the leader’s which sadly has him facing the window. You enter the room quietly so that you can close the curtains, knowing the fabric is room darkening and will help. Returning to Yuta, you slip your arms around his neck and lean up to kiss him. “Alright, let’s go back to bed.” you whisper. “Tomorrow is Christmas and I get the feeling it’s going to be a long day.” He keeps you from moving for a moment, and you find that you’re alright with that despite the way your head tilts curiously.

“Are you okay now, princess?” Yuta asks genuinely as the two of you stand there, looking down at you in the gray-ish light the dimly lit lamp of your room gives you to see by. You can see the concern on his face and one hand moves to cup his face as you lean up to steal another kiss.

“Much better, thanks to you, Yuta.” you reply, moving to pull away and head back to bed. You know he’s walking with you, closing the door as you crawl back into bed. As you settle into the blankets, Yuta’s there behind you, draping his arm over your waist.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as the two of you settle into each other’s warmth and relax. Your eyes close as you smile, adjusting so your arm lays over his, tucking your fingers between his.

“Merry Christmas, Yuta.”

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist 2

part one

Complimentary Colors (ao3) - zenkitty555 stephen/tony 32k

Summary: Tony Stark is learning how to let go and live a little after giving his all for so long. Stephen Strange is still trying to balance all of his duties and find some time for himself. When Tony has to give him some bad news, the two start to realize that they may be able to help one another out in a few different ways.

Compression (ao3) - NamelessDragon bucky/loki 102k

Summary: Bucky's been in Wakanda a while, trying to keep his head down and learn to enjoy life again in the wake of the removal of Hydra's programming.

Then one day he falls down a hole into a secret lab.

Things don't get easier from there.

Dissonance (ao3) - stuckybarnes peter/wade 121k

Summary: Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.

Do No Harm (ao3) - AuroraWest, the_genderman loki/stephen 69k

Summary: When Loki stole the Tesseract from the Avengers, he hadn’t been trying to break the universe. Nor had he anticipated a wizard saving his life.

Now, Loki finds himself in the New York Sanctum, helping Stephen Strange hold the universe together—while he himself falls apart. But trouble finds the God of Mischief whether he invites it or not, and good things don’t last for Loki. As his universe crumbles and takes another with it, he’ll be faced with a choice: the greater good or the people he loves.

Halo (ao3) - paxlux loki/tony 35k

Summary: The timeline starts in a fall of glass. There’s a staggering loss of gravity as Tony stares up at the suddenly blue sky.

i'm fine all alone (but its nice to be here with you) (ao3) - soliloquent steve/tony 9k

Summary: “Steve is content with spending the holidays alone. Being alive in a safe world — that was reason enough to be grateful, however fleeting this sense of security might be.

He is more than surprised to learn that Tony plans on spending it alone, too.”

—⎊—

or: Two months after the Battle of Earth, Tony, grappling with post-retirement uncertainty and an identity crisis, invites Steve on a Christmas trip to Jamaica. 🍹

Kingdom Come (ao3) - soniclipstick (veriscence) clint/phil, steve/tony 85k

Summary: Clint can't let go of his guilt, Phil knows something isn't right about his resurrection, and everybody knows Nick Fury lies.

There's an epic love story in there somewhere, if only Clint and Phil could look up from their wallowing and see what they have right in front of their eyes.

Hawkguy-616-MCU mash up. Beware the continuity.

Revenant (ao3).- stele3 steve/bucky 73k

Summary: Post-movie AU in which Bucky didn’t just leave Steve on a river bank...he took him.

Rock Me Gently (ao3) - enigma731, invisibledaemon gamora/peter 479k

Summary: “She is our--She is Gamora,” Nebula says. “There is only one Gamora and I know her better than any of you do.” She pauses and glares at Peter, clearly challenging him to protest that. For once, he doesn’t dare. “This Gamora has jumped forward in time nine years, but she is the same person at her core. Just as you are the same despite not having experienced the last five years I did. We are all just--out of sync at the moment.”

Take Me Home (ao3) - dabblingwithwords steve/bucky, pepper/tony 78k

Summary: “I’m so sorry, I’m gonna help you I promise, just don’t move, fuck, I ran over Captain America–” the man apologized, over and over, and all Steve managed to say was, “You’re really attractive,” before passing out on the guy’s lap in the middle of the road.

Terrible Idea (ao3) - MountainRose, szzzt steve/tony 55k

Summary: Steve and Tony get captured by AIM. Steve can handle bad wine and worse monologuing, but when he gets back to the cell, Tony's not quite how he left him.

It doesn't slow them down much.

The Contract (ao3) - Laily loki/stephen 60k

Summary: An awkward dinner party brings Doctor Stephen Strange and Loki of Asgard together; though ill-at-ease, still they seek the company of each other, being the odd ones out. One wakes up somewhat rested, the other in the worst pain of his life.

Thor is not a happy camper.

The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark (ao3) - jibrailis steve/tony, loki/sif 42k

Summary: After contracting an Asgardian virus, Tony starts forgetting things. And people. And Steve.

The Road to Courage (By Way of San Francisco) (ao3) - Sproings steve/bucky 89k

Summary: A road trip with Bucky sounded great. Except for the corporate sponsorship. And the strangers who’d be going with them. And the way Bucky always said they were “practically brothers” when Steve wanted ...

He tried not to think about what he wanted.

It was going to be a long drive to California.

The Tears We Hold Back (ao3) - Scarlet_Black wanda/natasha 115k

Summary: After losing her brother and her home, Wanda moves in with the Avengers, where a friendship grows between her and Natasha - and eventually develops into something more. But life catches up with them when someone interferes with the missions Wanda goes on and Natasha finds out that the Red Room is still operating.

This is a slow burn, post AoU tower fic (that takes place in the Avengers compound).

the shadows of beasts and kings (ao3) - GrimRevolution 43k

Summary: madness /măd′nĭs/ noun

1) A defense against terror.

2) A defense against grief.

til the clocks run down (ao3) - andibeth82 clint/laura/natasha 257k

Summary: "I think I do love her."

The words don’t shock her -- not really, not when she lets herself think about it. She does believe that Clint hadn't been sure about how deep his feelings for Natasha went the first time he admitted his attraction to her. But Laura would have been a fool to believe there wasn’t something more developing, especially after being around them in the few times they’d visited together since Clint’s confession. It had been easy to tell how their partnership was becoming comfortable, a relationship as worn and cozy as the one Laura’s built for herself with the man she’s loved for almost eight years.

[the beginning, the middle, and the journey home]

Things Unseen (That Are Captured on Film) (ao3) - scifigrl47 steve/tony, clint/phil 41k

Summary: In which the Avengers discover the video footage of Tony testing the Iron Man armor, and that goes about as well as it could be expected. Steve Rogers attempts to make peace with his lover's rather cavalier attitude to his health and safety, and starts learning more about Tony's family along the way, both the one he was born into, and the one he's chosen. And, of course, the one that's chosen him.

Subtitled: It's all Clint's fault. No one is surprised.

Whatever you say darling (ao3) - XtaticPearl bucky/tony 9k

Summary: Tony has been trying to woo Bucky for about a year now. He flirts, he builds him things, he kisses him on the cheek after movie nights and does almost everything he can think of to convince the guy that he really wants to date him. Bucky is strangely steadfast in his answer though: No, they can't date. After an explosive argument about the issue, Tony leaves the Tower for Malibu, making the team wary of a moody Bucky. When he comes back after two weeks, things are a bit...different.

Tony is actually doing exactly what Bucky asks. And it is creeping the team out while making Bucky go crazy.

what pain it was to drown (ao3) - winteratdusk steve/bucky 37k

Summary: It was November of 1941, the air was bright and clear and cold, and Bucky was starting to feel like he was living at the end of the world.

Or, with the world at war, responsibility on his shoulders, and the draft looming closer by the day, Bucky's just trying his best to stay afloat. Drinking seems to help, until it doesn’t.

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'Twas the Vamp Before Christmas

pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

summary: it's christmas in the bunker and you and dean are tired of beating around the bush.

warnings: comfort/hurt, short reader(?), mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of alcoholic beverages and eating/food, basically supernatural stuff, christmas(idk?), kissing, fluffy ending, let me know if i missed anything

word count: 4.5k

a/n: i’m writing something for dean cuz BRUH THAT MAN? so, SO fucking fine. and deserves every ounce of love. also, i'm not apologizing for how long this is. ;) okay maybe a bit cuz i did NOT expect it to be this long but i don't want to split it up into parts... i'm sorry 😬

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'twas the night before christmas, when all through the bunker, not a creature was stirring... well except for you.

the guys had gone out on a hunt, cas going with them, though dejected because of the face you gave them as they left. but, despite your protests in wanting them at home to put up the tree and decorations, winchesters will be winchesters.

you sigh deeply, hanging the four stockings on the mantle, smiling softly at the first letters of all their names stiched on the front. sam promised that they'd be home by christmas eve, but so far the bunker was empty and it was already 10 pm. leaving you slightly annoyed and worried.

but as soon as you heard the garage opening, baby's engine sputtering in, and the sound of their voices floating into the house along with shutting doors, all those worries faded away. you sat on the couch in your pajamas, all ready for a night of relaxation. a small smile on your face as your blanket covered legs remained tucked underneath your body, a book lain in your lap.

"well, if i hadn't checked your left, that vamp that came out of nowhere would've eaten you. so, you're welcome, merry christmas." dean's gruff voice carried through to the living room, scolding his brother lightly while sam critiqued the man's hunting choices.

upon entrance to the main room, the three men halted in surprise. you smile to yourself looking up at their tired figures. "y/n? what is all this?" sam questioned you, his eyebrows raised and eyes slightly glittering with the strung lights around the room.

however your eyes were only focused on dean and his childlike expression. his eyes were popping out of his head, his lips quirking up into a grin. the sight alone making your heart pulsate faster than it already did at the man's presence.

"well, it is christmas, isn't it? or did we set the calendar wrong again?" sam just chuckled, fully stepping into the room and setting his bag down on the table. he then rethought his actions and threw it on the floor, too tired to endure a scolding from you.

cas, in all his confusion, looked around the room in wonder. "you got a christmas tree?" he asked, referring to the six-foot tree that sat in the middle of the room. with a smile, you nod, having been the most proud of that addition.

the angel made his way over to inspect it. the smell of pine drawing him into the room, leaving only dean to stand and stare at the remainder of the room in wonder.

"you- you did all this?" again, you nod, moving to stand in front of him as his green eyes finally met yours.

you took in his figure, noticing all the cuts and scrapes that littered his face. how the sleeve of his shirt was cut and drenched in blood. "dean." you began to scold, resisting the urge to take his face in your hand.

he, as always, pushed his injuries aside. "it's fine, just got a little scratched up. do i smell pie?" the scent of cherries and dough wafted in from the kitchen, making dean's nose twitch in anticipation.

rolling your eyes, you follow the man into the kitchen as his mouth was practically watering at the proximity of the pastry. "yes, for after i fix you up. go sit down, i'll be right back."

leaving the man to begin on devouring only one of the pies you made despite your instructions, you hurried to get the first aid kit before he sniffed out the other two that were tucked away in the oven, hidden from sight. before heading back to dean, you peek into the other two boy's rooms, looking them over for any apparent injuries.

"sam," you rap your knuckles quickly at his open door, making the man look up and smile at you from his place on the bed, "got any open wounds?" you lightly shake the kit you were holding in the air.

with a laugh, he shook his head as you stepped into his room. he showed you his arms and, from his shirtless figure, you could see that his torso was injury free as well, minus a couple of scrapes and forming bruises.

"remember to ice those bruises or they'll hurt in the morning." worry in your voice about a purple mark on his back that was bigger than you would've liked.

sam just smiled at you once more, thankful to have someone who pays so close attention to them. who takes care of them as good as you do. "thanks y/n."

not bothering to check up on the angel who could heal himself, you leave sam's room and head back towards the kitchen. but dean's open bedroom door and a soft but deep humming catches your attention.

you stand in the doorway of his room, watching as dean moved around the space trying to gather together some clean clothes with one good hand. "need a hand?" you call out, making dean's head whip around to look at you in surprise.

he looked down at the shirt that he held between his teeth while he grabbed his pajama pants, smiling sheepishly whilst nodding. laughing, you step forward and take the shirt from his mouth, placing it on the bed and gently pulling him to sit as well.

you ask for him to take off his soiled flannel so you can have free access to his wounds which he had the majority of. knowing he had probably taken the brunt of the fight, leaving sam and cas with little to no injuries.

he does as asked, although always reluctant to allow help to be given to him. wincing as you helped him pull the item of clothing down his arm, you muttering out a soft apology.

"it's not too deep, i can glue it together." you say after assessing the source of all the blood. his shoulders relaxing at the mention of just the glue and not a needle and thread. looking to his torso and how he held his right hand to his side, you bite your lower lip.

"can i?" your voice timid and careful as dean shrugged.

he lifted the shirt off his body, his bruised and scratched stomach slowly being revealed to you. a grunt is heard from him as he tried to raise the shirt over his shoulders, but failing to do so.

"here, put your arm through." slipping his arm through the hole, you were able to lift it over his head and down his left side. with a small smile, you toss the black shirt in a small pile with his flannel, watching how his back curved and he slumped into himself.

quickly you gathered the materials needed to assess his cuts and bruises, slipping on a pair of gloves as a precaution. dean chuckled softly at the sight of your hands in the latex material.

"what?" you asked, curious as to what was so funny, you turned around and faced the man.

dean smiled, and you couldn't help but smile back. it was so charming, he was so charming. with his bright green eyes and pearly whites. his great big heart and beautiful personality to match. it was all so endearing to you.

"you look like a nurse. 's a fantasy of mine." your sweet thoughts were cut short by his dirty ones as you narrowed your eyes at the man. your action only made him laugh harder as you moved closer to him. you press a cotton swab with rubbing alcohol on it to the cut on his nose, in one fluid motion, making him hiss.

smirking, you move onto his arm, cleaning it carefully before applying the glue and telling dean to press the cut closed. while you both waited for the glue to dry, you tend to his other wounds. various cuts and bruises that cover his torso and chest, your hands gentle and caring as they glide against dean's skin.

eventually, every injury is taken care of on dean's body, the silence that filled the room during the process having been comfortable. however neither of you noticed how close you had gotten in the meantime. nor did either of you really care.

dean pushed some of your hair behind your ear, your face inches from his, the urge having been irresistible. you simply smiled as you placed a bandaid over the cut on his temple, eyes flitting between his green ones and the small wound.

"y/n." you hum, not really focused on the fact that he was calling your name and more on searching for more cuts on his body. that was, until his fingers reached underneath your chin to force you to meet his eyes.

nerves sprouted in your stomach, the action being both intimate and gentle, something dean often was not. however, when it came to you, that caring demeanor came out more often than he'd like to admit.

"thank you. for everything. the decorations, they look beautiful. and for- for patching me up. you don't need to do all this but you do. i just wanted to thank you." he suddenly turned shy, dean didn't know why he turned shy, but his hand was retracting back into his side as quickly that it had risen and he was slipping on his robe around his shoulders.

stepping into his bedroom slippers, he smiled at you. "you coming? i want some of that pie." the mention of the dessert awaiting him had dean nearly drooling and you laughing as you stood and threw away all the materials used in the cleaning of the man's injuries.

"some, yeah right. as if you aren't going to eat the whole thing." with a simple shrug, dean opened his door, allowing for you to step through and lead the way to the kitchen.

after cutting up four slices of the pie and smothering it with whipped cream, you and dean take them all out to where the bare christmas tree stood, all the ornaments and lights next to it.

"sammy! cas! come out here!" dean called for the remainder of your family as he set down the two plates of pie he held next to the other two on the table. watching as you grabbed a box of lights and read over the back with intent.

the sight was something to see. your tongue poked out between your lips as you concentrated, dean only seeing this much focus from you when there was lore to be read. your brow was set in a furrow, your nose slightly wiggling as you opened up the box and studied the size of the bulbs. kneeling down to the outlet, you unraveled the wire and plugged them into the outlet. a soft gasp escaped you out of excitement due to the shimmering lights coming to life.

dean adored this side of you, though he may never admit it. it was always so soft and gentle and easily pleased, as you often were. your face looked absolutely ethereal in the shine of the warm lights. your smile wide as ever when you looked up at dean who was leaning on the edge of the table. it was almost as if time stood still in that moment. when your eyes met his, his crossed arms and your kneeling figure stared at the other, grins both apparent on your faces.

"what? what happened?" being rudely interrupted by the younger winchester stumbling into the room as if it were on fire. dean shot his brother a glare before shoving a plate of pie into his hands, sam utterly confused.

you had returned back to your lights, rifling through the box of ornaments to search for the one you always hung on the tree first. an annual tradition for both you and the rest of the group.

the men sat down on the couch, watching you with content as they devoured their pieces of the cooked pastry you made. "aha!" you exclaimed once you had found the ornament, holding it up for them to see.

a smiling picture of the four of you in front of jody's house, taken by the woman in question one summer after visiting her. the ornament was in a frame that had the word 'Family' underneath it in curvy letters, the whole of it hanging by a strong thread. it was given to you by jody as a present two christmases ago; the best gift, as far as you were concerned, that you had ever received.

you placed the frame on the strongest branch in the middle of the tree, grinning as you did so. stepping back to admire the minimum work that you did. looking back at your family, they shared a smile with you.

"merry christmas, y/n." dean said, toasting you with his glass of whiskey, a winchester staple. you smile, ushering the boys to get off their asses and help you decorate, each of them taking a different job.

the tree was almost done, after a couple of teasing remarks at how you were shorter than the three of them and glasses of spiked eggnog. you all stood back and admired the work you had done, smiling at the nearly finished product.

"all it needs it a star." sam said, looking down at you who had your hands on your hips. smirking up at him, you nudge his side, a small laugh escaping you both as you did.

you rush over to snatch up the star that sat on the coffee table, not expecting dean to come behind you and grab your waist. with a gasp, you look up at him as he smirks down at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"you don't expect to get the star up there all by yourself, do you?" with only a small shake of your head, you were hoisted up onto the man's sturdy shoulders, now at eye level with the tip of the tree.

dean made sure to hold onto your legs securely, your ankles tucking themselves underneath his arms in fear of falling. your hands reaching up to push the star onto the top of the pine, a smile breaking out on your face as you complete the action. your hands find their way into dean's soft hair as you all admire the glowing star.

in one swift motion, dean carries you to the couch and lets you flop onto the cushions, and half of cas' thigh, despite him wanting to keep you on his shoulders for all eternity. a giggle escapes you as dean sits with your legs perched on his lap, his strong hands rubbing them up and down.

"looks beautiful, y/n/n." sam said from his place on the floor. his shaggy head of hair leaning back to look at you with a smirk. you shove his head sideways with your own smirk, a laugh escaping the man. "thanks." was all you could reply back, with full honesty.

the four of you sit in silence, watching how the lights all around you bounced off the corners of the room. enveloping you all in a multicolored cocoon. cas was the first to speak, excusing himself to his room.

"i'm going to my room. see you all in the morning." bidding goodnight to the angel, you smile as he lifts you gently from his leg with a quick ruffle to your hair. you sat with the two brothers, sam eventually catching onto the vibe the room had fallen into and deciding to head to bed as well.

with a loud yawn, sam stood up and stretched. his shirt rising slightly so his v-line and happy trail was fully exposed. "i'm beat. i'll do the dishes, you guys relax." with a sly wink to his brother, and a dismissive wave from dean, sam sauntered into the kitchen. his hands piled high with the dishes from earlier.

and then there were two.

you grin at dean as he returns the gesture, continuing to press his hands into your legs. jazz music, as you deemed it christmas-y enough for the season, resonated in the background while you both sat in comfortable silence once again.

"wanna help me stuff the stockings?" you ask, eyeing the clock as it ticked closer to 1 in the morning. with a small smile, dean nodded, lifting your legs off of him slowly before standing.

rushing to the kitchen, you peek inside, hoping sam had finished the dishes and gone to bed. with your luck, he had, allowing for you to sneak into the pantry and pull out the boxes filled with small gifts for the guys. dean, having joined you shortly after, helped you take the two boxes into the other room, making use of his muscles to lift them with ease.

in the boxes were things you had been collecting over the past few months that the men had pointed out they were mildly interested in. for sam, a multipurpose keychain, a Swiss Army knife with his name engraved on the side, and a couple of stickers for the back of his laptop with movie and book references only the two of you understood.

for cas, a magnet he had wanted when you guys had a case in California, one that had the Hollywood sign on it. along with that was given a snow-globe from an antique store that seemed to fascinate him. the scene of a family of deers in the forest created inside. both items he had adored. neither of which, you knew the reason as to why. but if it brought a smile to his face, you would've bought a thousand.

the eldest winchester's stocking stuffers and gifts were the ones you were most nervous to give. his being the most difficult to purchase as he was a hard person to get gifts for. but you managed to settle on things you knew he would enjoy and appreciate. a couple of new rings, ones you had custom made and fit for him. a pair of flannel socks, partially as a joke, partially not. finally some of his favorite cologne. the scent of pine, some sort of wood, and a hint of the bitter aroma that was beer perfectly associated itself with dean winchester and only dean winchester.

you had put their favorite candies into each stocking as well as the wrapped mini gifts. a goodie bag of fresh chocolate chip cookies made it into the sock too, puffing them out so that they were stuffed and ready for their owners in the later morning.

not noticing it before, there was already a gift under the tree. small and wrapped as neatly as possible in holographic paper and a silver ribbon wrapped crookedly around it. if it weren't for the reflection of the lights on the paper catching your eye, you never would've seen it.

"what's this?" kneeling down to reach under the tree, dean turned away from stuffing his own poorly wrapped gift into cas' stocking, the edge of it sticking out the top, to look at you.

smirking to himself, dean moved to sit in the chair next to the tree, watching as your face lit up when you read on the tag that the present was for you. you met dean's gaze, eyes wide and filled with curiosity.

"for me?" the man simply nodded and gestured for you to open the gift.

"technically, it is christmas day. so, why not?" your grin was something dean would never get tired of, seeing how excited you got like child whenever someone thought of you.

you were always thinking of others, dean figured it was about time to repay the favor.

unraveling the ribbon with a soft laugh, you tear into the paper carefully, inconspicuously shaking the present to see if you could hear what was inside. you couldn't and that made the pout that dean loved so much appear on your lips.

opening the small box that was about the size of your hand, you cover your mouth, eyes glimmering as you take in the whole of dean's gift to you. "oh, dean. you shouldn't have."

in the box, lain atop a fluffy layer of cotton, was a pair of earrings that you had been wanting since your birthday considering the fact that they had your birthstone, encased in diamonds.

you smacked his shoulder lightly, making the man shield himself from you while laughing. "dean winchester! these were so expensive!" though your scolding did nothing for dean except earn a smile from him, a glint of awe in his eyes.

"and you were worth every penny. besides, charlie's card paid for them." he paused and looked to the ground before saying his next words. "you're always taking care of us, y/n. i saw you talking about those and figured it was worth it to see your face when you sacrifice so much for us all the time. consider it a thank you."

your smile was, indeed, worth it. the way your face lit up and your fingers delicately pinned the jewelry to your earlobe, the colors of the stone and diamonds shining not nearly as much as your eyes. bounding into his arms, nearly knocking him over in his chair, you wrap yours around dean, the man standing to properly hug you to his chest. "thank you, de." and there was a pinned smile on dean's face as well as a few tears when he placed a small kiss to the top of your head.

meeting his teary eyes with your own, you swipe a finger under your lash line with a light laugh. your idea, for dean's own present, crossed your mind. you knew you were taking a risk, but you felt a certain air in the room, something was different and new and had been for a while. and you needed to know if dean felt it too.

so, with butterflies bouncing in your stomach, you take his hand in yours, dragging him to the bottom of the staircase that led up to the front door. confusion coated the man's face, his hand squeezing yours gently as you grinned up at him, your eyes blinking in anticipation.

"what? what is it?" dean's voice was a kind of soft you had never heard before. his tone held wonder, kindness, and love. though you were trying not to get your hopes up about that last one.

glancing up in one swift motion, dean's green orbs followed yours. both of you smiling once your gaze landed on the green plant hung high above on the ceiling. "oh." dean stated, for once at a loss for words.

laughing nervously, you tuck your hair behind your ear and look down at the ground to where your feet mirrored dean's in his house slippers. the way the two of you stood in your pajamas under the mistletoe was a sight that you probably would've smiled at in adoration if you were watching it from the outside. however, now that you were experiencing it first hand, it didn't seem all that funny.

you felt as if you were going to cry, puke, and faint... in that order.

but dean's charming smile was what tethered you to Earth, as it always did. it was what caught you, hook, line, and sinker in the first place. what made you stay with them in the bunker when he begged, putting on his puppy dog eyes and smile when you agreed.

"y/n." dean calling your name drew you from your rushing thoughts, his hand coming up to cup your face. the rough callouses of his palm rubbing against your cheek.

your breath catches in your throat as you take note of the distance you two have crossed between each other. "dean, if you don't feel the same way, we don't-."

"y/n?" you look him in the eyes and his smirk is the same since the day that you met him. "shut up." and with that you did.

when dean finally pulled you up to meet his lips, everything fell into place for you both. the way he completed you like a second turtledove, your missing puzzle piece, was something so indescribable. your hands fell into his hair like second nature, using it as anchorage to press your chest against his, a smile on both of your lips as you melted against the other.

dean swore was in heaven, he was seeing stars. his first time didn't even feel this magical. feeling like a teenager who was having his first kiss again, he brought his hands down to tentatively rest on your hips.

he wanted nothing more in this moment.

with you on the tips of your toes, you felt like you were floating and falling into dean wholeheartedly, throwing caution to the wind as you did. eventually, you regrettably pull away for a breath of air, a short laugh escaping you as your arms wrapped around dean's neck. dean, with a chuckle of his own, spun you around and kissed your cheek repeatedly. hiding your giggles in the man's chest, the both of you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders and forgotten now that you were in each other's arms.

when you had calmed down, dean kissed you once more, sighing deeply after the fact. "i have waited too long to do that." his words earning only another giggle from you before it was broken by a yawn.

a slight smirk danced on dean's lips as he led you two back to the living room, "getting tired of me already?" you smacked his chest at the mention of ever getting tired of him, to which he snickered at.

"as if. i've already spent eight years with you. may as well set up shop for the rest of my life." the hidden implication of marriage in your words made both of your stomachs ignite in butterflies as you settled on the couch.

dean pulled a blanket over the two of you, bringing you to lie between his legs, using his chest as a makeshift pillow. the best pillow, you thought. your ear found his heart as quickly as the man himself could sniff out pie, the tired analogy that you made caused you to smile while you curled further into him. dean's arms came to wrap around you protectively, shielding you from the horrors of the world as he knew he would do so long as you would let him.

"thank you, dean." you mumbled before allowing yourself to slowly doze off. dean just smiled and kissed your head once more, listening to how your breathing evened out before relaxing and snuggling further into the couch and you.

"thank you, y/n. merry christmas." was the last thing the winchester said before falling into the most peaceful slumber he's ever had. that's all it took, was you in his arms, and a few dozen kisses to make dean winchester's christmas.

with the two of you sleeping well into the late morning, sam emerged from his room. softly groaning and yawning while sneaking out the three presents he had for his family to place under the tree. the sight of you and dean's tangled frames on the couch as he put the gifts down made him smile and roll his eyes.

but not before he was grabbing his phone and taking a picture for future blackmail on his brother.

"not a sucker, my ass." sam grumbled to himself, dean's snore cutting off the end of his insult. he just shook his head at his chump of a brother. "idiot." was all he said, heading into the kitchen to try his hand at breakfast for himself and the rest of the house.

happy christmas to all, and to all a good night...

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader

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winter days: underneath the tree

☁️a/n☁️ this made my heart very warm to write even though i pulled an all-nighter to get it done because my time-management has gone to shit after finals. requested by @sachirou-senpai. thank you, ellie, for giving me a reason to bring back my boys. i’ve missed ‘summer on you’ so much. this can be read as a stand-alone or as a spin off of ending b, my fave. either way, merry christmas to my babes who celebrate! i have one more christmas fic for tmr and then i’m hiding away to plan + write an smau.

includes: female!reader, poly!seijoh four, post-timeskip (very minor manga spoilers), lots of domesticity, a little suggestive bit, a lot of eating and sleeping now that i realize, a christmas tree, matching pajamas, a very special christmas gift, makki slapping your ass once, a lil teary moment w tooru, homemade curry + pancakes (but not together), lots of cuddling, lots of love, happy holidays, 4.35k words

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shivering slightly, you unlock the door to the rather spacious apartment you shared with your four boyfriends later into the evening than you would’ve liked.

yes, four boyfriends. whom you love very much and are loved by in return.

living with four towering hunks has it’s ups and downs, but you wouldn’t trade tooru’s extensive skin care regiment sprawled across the bathroom counter; hajime’s bag of protein powder that he always forgets to put away; issei’s boots that you always tripped over when you came through the front door; or takahiro’s costco-sized box of cream puffs in the freezer that he insisted he would finish by the end of the month, almost half a year ago, for the world.

you made sure to stomp off the snow stuck on your boots before entering the building, but you couldn’t help but sigh at the warmth that greets you once you toe them off.

“ahhh,” you think. “thank goodness tooru convinced us to invest in heated floors.” another perk of having four boyfriends was that two of them brought in enough bank for you to seriously consider becoming their cute little housewife. snorting, you shake your head, though the idea of prancing around in a maid outfit to tease them seemed very appealing. “maybe we should make hiro dress up and clean the house since he still hasn’t found a new job yet.”

“what’s so funny, sweets?” speak of the devil. makki’s head pops out from the bathroom nearest to the front door, steam rolling out and droplets falling from his hair, signifying that he had just taken a hot shower. wordlessly, you stare at him, lost in thought imagining the water caressing his toned body, but a second later, he gets a better look at you and laughs. “you look like a wet dog!” your glare loses some of its edge when he takes in your own damp strands.

“did someone say something about a dog?” tooru comes bounding round the corner, and you could’ve sworn he drooped a little when he realized it was just you in the hallway sans dog. turning your icy glance on the setter, you open your mouth to complain about how mean the two of them were being to you when your prince charming comes in to save the day.

“you two, stop bullying the poor girl and let her take a warm bath before she gets sick!” iwa chides as he helps you unbundle the layers that protected you from the snow and sharp winds of the winter. pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead and promising to pick out comfy clothes for you, he ushers you into your spacious en suite where a steaming tub full of rose petals awaits you. hajime chuckles at the starry eyes you give him, heart warming at the love and appreciation shining clear as day on your face, before he leaves to grab a clean pair of underwear, one of issei’s t-shirts, and a pair of his own sweats, knowing you much prefer to wear their clothes at home.

submerged in the bath, you exhale contentedly, eyelids fluttering shut as you enjoy the product of iwa’s consideration and foresight. letting the stress of work and the chill of the outdoors melt from you, you stay in the water until it cools and your fingers prune. a lone thought of how much more you would’ve enjoyed the bath if the boys had joined you flits through your mind, but you jolt when you open your eyes and find issei sitting on the counter with a towel and your robe in his lap, some of the water sloshing over the side of the tub.

“oh thank god, i was scared you fell asleep and would drown or choke on a rose petal.” you giggle while he wraps you up in your robe before gently toweling your hair dry. “you can’t leave me to deal with the three of them alone.”

rolling your eyes, you retort easily, “if anything, i’d feel bad about leaving hajime to deal with the three of you alone. the poor man puts up with enough from his team, he doesn’t need you guys ganging up on him, too.”

“well i’ll have you know, sometimes he really enjoys us ganging up on him.” his cheeky quip paired with his wiggling eyebrows earns him a smack on the chest but regardless, you let him sweep you up into his arms and drop you on the massive bed the five of you shared. “get dressed, babygirl. as much as i’d love to spend more time with you naked, i gotta help haji finish dinner.” with a quick peck on your lips, issei leaves you to do just as he said.

emerging revitalized and relaxed, your mouth waters at the smell of homemade curry, distracted enough to not notice tooru’s arms wrapping around your shoulders and waist.

“hey, cutie, i’ve missed you,” he sings, face snuggled into the junction of your shoulder and neck. you spin around in his hold to slip your arms around his slim torso, relishing his firm lines against your soft curves.

“‘ve missed you too, tooru.” and you really did, grateful that all of you were able to take time off work and he was able to come home a week before the holidays, giving the five of you a whole month to spend together before he had to jet back to argentina for his next bout of training and practice games.

“hell yea! group hug!” makki comes running towards you guys, only for you to twist out of his reach at the last second, sending him straight into the sofa behind you. “oof, that was cold, y/n.”

you stick your tongue out at the strawberry boy. “yea, well that’s what you get for laughing at me when i got home. sucker.” still entangled in tooru’s embrace, you feel his body shake with mirth and bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from dissolving into giggles when you see a pout take over hiro’s pretty face.

“dinner’s ready,” comes iwa’s call, beckoning the three of you into the kitchen before you could antagonize each other some more. once you all got your servings of curry, you settle into your proclaimed seats on the large sofa, your body comically small compared to their tall frames dwarfing the cushions. noting the way tooru threw his long legs over iwa’s and how mattsun and makki leaned against each other as they ate, you fold your legs to tuck your feet under takahiro’s thigh and dig in to your meal with some trashy reality show lighting up the tv screen, completely certain that the warmth in your chest was from the company of your loved ones more so than the piping hot potatoes in your stomach.

during breakfast the next day, you blearily rub the sleep out of your eyes before taking a sip of your coffee, a satisfied “ahhh” escaping your parted lips as you lean against the kitchen counter. slowly peeling your eyelids open, you notice all of their gazes were focused on you. “yes? can i help you?” you ask amusedly, awake now that caffeine had be introduced to your tired body.

“how are you still so gorgeous in the morning?” you blink at the dreamy look on iwa’s face propped up in his hands with his elbows on the surface of the island. looking around, you see the other three matching the athletic trainer’s pose and expression next to him. thinking over your messy bedhead, mysteriously stained pajamas, and almost impressively dark eyebags, you want to scoff, but the unfairly handsome men giving you their undivided attention despite all of that (“because of all of that, y/n-chan,” tooru would argue) make you blush instead.

“you’re one to talk, haji,” you opt to remark, hoping to divert their focus from you and your rosy cheeks. “and don’t look at me like that,” your pointed finger swinging wildly between the four of them like the needle of a compass. “you already know you guys are way outta my league, you don’t need me to tell you that.” with one last flourish, you wave your hand dismissively before grabbing your mug with both hands, palms warming against the ceramic.

“as wrong as you are, you can’t blame us for wanting to hear the love of our lives compliment us first thing in the morning as we admire her natural beauty,” mattsun grins once he sees the success his words have at deepening the flush on your face. tooru nods gravely in agreement, but it’s makki’s one-two combo of a wink and an air kiss that breaks you. you roll your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a laugh but release it immediately when the playful atmosphere takes a heady turn. clearing your throat, you pay no heed to their hungry expressions, knowing full well that they all noticed your little action and how they would react to it.

“a-anyways,” you stutter, “i’m gonna go get ready ‘cause i have things to do today so-” you try to slip by, leaving your empty cup in the sink, only to get caught in your tracks by hiro’s long arms.

“ah, ah, ah, princess. and where do you think you’re going?” soon enough, you find yourself surrounded by your smoking hot boyfriends and heat up in anticipation of their next moves.

“this so isn’t fair,” you complain aloud, though you were just as eager as they were to get you out of your worn sleep clothes.

“tough shit, babygirl. guess you’re just gonna have to add four more things to your to-do list, huh?”

naturally, you leave your errands for some day later in the week when you’re able to walk properly again.

the opportunity comes when you rise earlier than the rest of them, a rare occasion where you found yourself graced with the freedom of sleeping on the outside instead of being sandwiched in the middle of the bed. tiptoeing about, you brush your teeth and get dressed, somehow managing to not wake any of the sleeping beauties. you scribble little love-filled messages on post-it notes and stick them around your apartment on your way out, but not without one last soft smile in the direction of the bedroom, the sight of the four of them cuddled together through the door left ajar renewing your motivation to accomplish your tasks and come home sooner.

with your laptop bag in tow, you set out for your first destination, settling into a corner booth at the coffee shop with a full cup and a pastry. once you finish your breakfast, you pull out your laptop and get to work, scouring the internet for the perfect gifts for your lovably imperfect partners. you rack your brain for any recollection of any moment where they would’ve let a potential present slip into conversation and light up when you come across volleyball print pajama pants. you check the availability of the sizes you needed and upon realizing that they were all in stock and would be delivered before christmas, you place your order without a moment’s hesitation. satisfied with your progress, you pull up the animal shelter’s hours before heading out of the cafe, the barista’s greetings and the jingling bells echoing behind you.

by the time you return home, it’s late in the afternoon and you’re greeted by a wall of warm bodies as soon as you step through the front door.

“where’ve you been, babe?” once again, takahiro is the first to meet your return, but this time he plants a sweet kiss on your lips with his long fingers encircling your waist after his inquiry.

“oh, you know,” you sigh, dazed from the saccharine embrace. “out and about.”

“busy day? hope it was productive.” you nuzzle into tooru’s chest, feeling the timbre of his voice through your skin, and nod.

“as a matter of fact, it was.” their eyes soften at the proud grin stretched across your face. but your grumbling stomach just had to ruin the moment, making the three of you stare at each other before bursting out in chuckles.

“you skipped lunch?” oiks asks, wrapping each arm around yours and hiro’s waists and guiding you into the kitchen. you rub the back of your neck sheepishly.

“i guess so? i didn’t really notice i was hungry until now.”

“good thing we saved your favorite from that chinese place down the street for you,” mattsun comes up behind you and lands a kiss on the crown of your head. you beam gratefully up at him and skip over to the fridge to retrieve the takeout.

“welcome home, love,” iwaizumi emerges from the bathroom to complete the set and gives you a once over. “you look tired.”

“gee thanks, hajime.” he rolls his eyes playfully at you while you wait for your food to heat up in the microwave.

“what time did you get up this morning?”

“uhhh,” you start, mouth full. at iwa’s stern glare, you swallow before answering, “seven-ish? earlier than i would’ve like for a vacation day but it was worth it.”

“hm, well i’m glad you had a good day at least.” you shuffle over to kiss his cheek before dropping yourself on top of where tooru and hiro were cuddling on the sofa, eyes drifting around the room to take in the holiday decorations adorning the space.

“thanks, haji. but you’re right, i am sleepy.” suppressing a yawn, you lean back against the broad chests behind you and tuck back into the paper container. “can we take a nap once i’m done?”

“sure thing, babygirl.” the innocent smile mattsun sends your way turns mischievous with his added comment. “we really tuckered ourselves out while you were gone.” you nearly choke but makki’s hand thumping your back helps you dislodge whatever food got caught in your throat. iwa shakes his head and looks to the side in an attempt to hide his face, but the reddening tips of his ears give him away. meanwhile, oikawa catches your eye and winks.

“how else did you suppose we keep ourselves occupied when our baby wasn’t home?” you get up to toss your now empty container, shaking your head as you go.

“i’m glad to see you at least got the christmas tree up before going at it. god, you’re all insatiable.”

“i mean, it’s hard not to be in this relationship,” hajime grumbles.

“aww, iwa,” makki pushes his lips into an overexaggerated pout. “you make me hard, too.” full-bellied chortles escape the four of you, ignoring iwaizumi’s indignant huffs.

“whatever,” comes his miffed reply, but you know he takes all your antics in stride. soon enough, he returns to the living room with a stack of blankets and finds you and issei added to the pile of limbs tooru and hiro founded. somehow, hajime situates himself to fit perfectly in your cuddle fest, blankets sprawled about to keep you warm.

one last yawn leaves your mouth before you mutter a sleepy, “night, guys. love you,” barely registering the quiet “love you”s you get in return as you drift off, the lights adorning your christmas tree twinkling above you.

christmas day, you wake up before the others again, this time more than willing to feign sleep and revel in the warmth of your shared bed. luckily, you don’t have to wait long for your boys to stir. sitting up, you stretch your arms above you head and begin to climb out of bed only to be caught by the wrist and dragged back down.

“haji, please,” you draw out. “we can finally open the presents under the tree!”

“i don’t care, it’s too early for you to leave me, princess.” you hum as he pulls you closer to him, revisiting your mental note that iwa is much more openly (and selfishly) affectionate in the mornings.

“oi, the rest of us are still here you know.” face buried against tooru’s back, mattsun’s muffled complaint gets hajime to loosen his hold on you.

“yea, yea,” he props himself up on his elbow to lean over you and kisses the former middle blocker’s temple. “unfortunately.”

“so mean, iwa-chan,” oikawa pipes up, stretching his arm across you to caress your boyfriend’s toned arm before lacing his fingers with makki’s. the pink haired man himself, still half-asleep, squeezes tooru’s hand before sitting up.

“hey, wait. it’s christmas, isn’t it?” takahiro’s question reminds you of the package you received a couple days prior, prompting you to spring out of bed before one of them could reel you back in. the four watch you rifle through the closet and resurface with the pajama pants you ordered.

“merry christmas!” you cry excitedly, tossing each boy their respective pair and eagerly awaiting their reactions. “they’re matching pj’s! look, i got one for myself, too.” thankful that you chose to go to bed in just one of iwa’s godzilla t-shirts and underwear last night, you rush to slip on your volleyball print pants. the boys take in your childlike joy, chests tightening at how precious you are. “hurry up, i want you to try them on so we can match!” at your insistence, they roll out of bed and dutifully don your gifts.

“oh these are actually really soft,” tooru murmurs thoughtfully, fingering the fabric on his thigh.

“right?” you pipe up, nearly bouncing off the walls. “i wanted to do something to commemorate our first christmas together in this apartment and i thought these were really cute since volleyball is what brought us together in the first place.” eyes meet each other as you all reminisce that special summer, grateful that you stayed close despite your individual journeys after graduation.

suddenly, the doorbell ringing catches your attention. a brief glance at the clock on the bedside table tells you it’s much later in the morning than you though, but you’re quick to answer the door.

“who could that be?” the boys are left wondering, wandering out into the living room in time to see you wave goodbye to whoever it was with a large gift-wrapped box sitting on the floor next to you.

“babe? who was it?” tooru is the first to ask the question on all of their minds.

“oh, just my best friend. they wanted to drop this off on their way to their parents’ house.” you gingerly pick up the box and bring it to where your boys were waiting for you. “go ahead!”

“go ahead?” hajime parrots.

“yea! open it!”

“it’s not for you?” takahiro ponders.

“well yes and no. c’mon just open it already!” you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet at this point. tooru finally takes the initiative to remove the lid of the box, eyes widening when he sees what it hid.

“oh my gosh,” he breathes. the other three nearly knock heads with how quickly they lean over the opening.

“is that-?” a furry little head pops up over the edge of the box, round eyes peering up at the four of them.

“a dog! yes!” you squeal. “he’s a shelter dog!”

“he is?” hiro is in awe, slowly reaching out to cradle the little guy in his arms.

“i met him the other day when i woke up early and ran errands without you guys. isn’t he just the cutest?” big hands dwarf the small pooch as they gently pet his head and stroke his fur.

“does he have a name?” tooru has the good sense to ask.

“mhm, the lady at the shelter said his previous owner named him ponyo.”

“ponyo…” issei whispered, eyes shining.

“i know we’re nowhere near ready to start thinking about kids,” you start, the topic of the conversation instantly drawing their attention. tooru even ignored ponyo’s little tongue lapping at his fingers. “but i thought we could use an addition to our family.”

“y/n, princess, we obviously all love him already, but we’re busy with work- well, most of us are. who’s gonna take care of him?” hajime questions, almost reluctantly.

“i mean, hiro is home all the time since he’s still unemployed (“i said i was looking, damn!”), but i actually got promoted so my schedule is way more flexible and i can work from home most of the time.” your voice trails off bashfully, but they give you no time to be embarrassed, swallowing you up in a huge hug.

“why didn’t you say anything sooner, baby? we’re so proud of you!” now you know how the dog felt being smothered by their affection, not that it was anything new for you.

“uhh, surprise?”

“fuck yea, surprise! god, you’re incredible. lemme make a list of things we’ll need to get for ponyo once the stores reopen tomorrow.”

“actually…”

“you didn’t.”

“i did, with help from my best friend.” going into the lowest cupboards in the kitchen, you show off the bag of dog food and water and food bowls you bought soon after visiting the shelter. “his bed and crate are in the other closet by the washroom.”

“how did we get so lucky?” takahiro asks aloud, making you blush as the others nod in sync, all of them blown away by your thoughtfulness.

“this is nothing. i just wanted to show you guys how much i love you.” you play with your fingers, a little overwhelmed now that the initial excitement has worn off. “oh wait!”

“there’s more?” tooru asks, shocked.

“but wait, there’s more!” mattsun and makki chime in simultaneously, making you laugh as you retrieve the last present. you hop over to where tooru was sitting on the sofa with ponyo on his lap, scooping the dog up and locking the two of you in the bathroom. a couple minutes later, you open the door to let ponyo scurry over to his dads, who coo softly once they see him come around the sofa.

“when did you have time to do this?”

“my pants were a little long, so i hemmed them one night after you guys passed out on the sofa watching your old volleyball matches. i kinda guessed ponyo’s measurements based on standard info i found on the internet, but it fits perfectly so i’m glad!” looking at the little sweater you made for your new family member out of the extra fabric from your pj pants, you couldn’t stop the pleased grin that broke out on your face. “now even ponyo matches with us!”

while your gaze was trained on the tiny dog that was exploring his new home, theirs were stuck on you, your resemblance with a proud mother struck something in them, giving them thoughts of you with their children. yes, children. but for now they shoved those images to the backs of their minds, meeting each other’s stares to confirm they were all in silent agreement.

“we’re gonna make breakfast, you just sit there ‘n look pretty while you watch ponyo, yea?” issei announces before pulling you into a searing kiss as he walks by.

“not that that’s hard for you,” iwa tags on, kissing your cheek and ruffling your hair following mattsun into the kitchen.

“but i’m always hard for you.” you yelp when hiro playfully slaps your ass, flipping him off as he trails after the other two with a loud hoot. tooru comes up behind you and rubs your sore cheek, spinning you around so that you were face to face.

“why’d you do this to me, y/n-chan?” you meet his frown with a confused look of your own. “now it’s gonna be even harder for me to go back to argentina.”

“oh, tooru,” you wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes to bring him close. “you have the next few weeks to spend with us and our new baby.” as if he knew you were talking about him, ponyo pads over to sit by your feet, tail wagging. oikawa sighs melodramatically.

“a few weeks is nothing compared to the months i’ll be gone!”

“oi, shittykawa, you better not be complaining after everything this morning,” hajime hollers from the kitchen.

“love you, too, iwa-chan!” tooru calls back instinctively then he looks back down at you, his eyes giving away how much leaving will hurt him and it nearly makes you tear up with him.

“tooru, baby, it sucks every time you leave us, but you’re following your dreams and doing what you love. and we want to support you all the way, even if it means doing so from across the world. but with my new work schedule, i’ll be able to call or text you pretty much whenever. and just think how much sweeter it’ll be the next time you do come home to us. so don’t be too sad, okay, my love? we’ll all be here waiting for you.”

as the last words leave your lips, tooru has you pulled flush against him, arms wrapped tight around your body. his face was hidden, but you could feel the sobs in hot breaths against your shoulder. you guided him over to the sofa and let him cry, petting his hair and peppering kisses on his tear-streaked face until he tired himself out.

issei, hajime, and takahiro come out of the kitchen with stacks of pancakes and all the fixings, setting them down on the coffee table in front of you once they see tooru snoozing in your lap. iwa picks ponyo up before he could get a bite of your breakfast while you gently shake your boyfriend awake. mattsun and makki set up ponyo’s crate and bedding, leaving him with a toy to keep him occupied while the five of you filled up your plates.

sitting in the living room of the apartment you shared with your four boyfriends on christmas day, stuffing your face with fruit and whipped cream topped pancakes that they made, in matching pajamas with your new rescue dog scampering about, you couldn’t ask for a better gift underneath the tree.

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remedialpotions · 3 years

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Off The Train

Thanks to @mertronus for tagging me in the HPRomione Discord Popcorn game thingy! The prompt she gave me was: "I can finally see you."

I'm tagging @acnelli with the prompt: "You can't just keep pretending things are fine!"

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”I can’t wait until you get off that train,” says Ron, his voice low and lazy with fatigue, “and I can finally see you.”

Hermione shifts in her bed so she’s lying on her side, mirror held out before her. This way, she can pretend - if she squints a bit, and ignores the crimson hangings of her four-poster bed - that he’s lying next to her, and not hundreds of miles away in London.

“What do you mean, ‘finally’?” Hermione, too, keeps her voice quiet. It won’t do, in her final days as Head Girl, to be waking her dormmates. “You’re looking at me right now.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same. I can see you, but I can’t touch you, or...” The corner of Ron’s mouth twitches up into a crooked smile. “Or do anything else for that matter.”

“Right. Well,” she says, trying to infuse positivity into her voice, despite the weeks since the Easter holidays dragging into what felt like months and years, despite missing him so much that it’s like a heavy fog surrounding her. “It’s only a couple more days, right?”

“Can’t it be now?” Ron looks like he’s reclined in bed too now, his fiery hair stark against the deep navy of his sheets. “Just get to Hogsmeade, then you can Apparate-“

“You know full well that I cannot,” she replies briskly, even though it’s tempting, really tempting. “It’s-“

“-behavior unbecoming of a Head Girl,” Ron finishes her sentence. “I know. I just miss you, that’s all.”

“I miss you too.”

“I love you,” he adds after a moment’s silence, before his eyes widen with inspiration. “Oh, I’ve got it. What if I Apparate to Hogsmeade, and then walk to the castle - I bet Hagrid would let me through the gates-“

“It’s only two days, Ron.”

He sighs. “Fine.”

“And I love you too.”

He grinned. “Yeah, I know.”

•••

Pigwidgeon is the last owl to fly into the Great Hall, his little wings beating wildly to keep him aloft. With a scrap of parchment clutched in his tiny talons, he struggles over to the Gryffindor table before somersaulting down into Hermione’s lap.

Hermione’s heart sinks, and not just at the sight of the exhausted little bird currently burrowing into the crook of her elbow. Their two-way mirrors mean they don’t usually have to resort to writing letters. Not unless...

Hermione, the parchment reads when she unfolds it. Got called on an emergency mission. I’m not allowed to tell you where or why or even how long but I’m hoping it won’t take too long. I’m still going to be there at King’s Cross, because I’m dying to see you and I can’t wait until all this is over and we can just be together. Anyway, I love you and try not to worry too much. I promise to do my best not to die.

Ron

“Oh, good,” comes Ginny’s voice from beside her, and Hermione turns to see her peering intently at the parchment. “He’s promised not to die, that’s a relief-“

“He’ll be there,” interrupts Hermione, tucking the note in the pocket of her robes before Ginny can further infringe upon her privacy. “If he thinks it’ll only take a day, then I believe him.”

Ginny blinks. “I never said he wouldn’t be.” Plucking Pigwidgeon from Hermione’s lap, she offers him water from her goblet. “I’m sure he knows what he’s talking about.”

“It’s probably just a quick day trip,” Hermione rationalizes, eyes focused hard on Pigwidgeon as he drinks so she doesn’t have to see the sympathy she knows is etched on Ginny’s face, “and he just wanted me to know in case - well-”

“In case he dies?”

Ginny’s attempt at a joke falls flat.

“Well, just in case, you know, something were to - to happen,” Hermione stammers, “and anyway, it’s just good for me to know - I like to know what he’s up to - not in a controlling way or anything, just-”

“Of course,” Ginny interjects bracingly. “I’m sure he just wanted you to know, that’s all. I’m sure he’ll be there.”

Hermione picks up her mug of tea and holds it close to her face so the steam washes over her. She knows what they’re both thinking but are unwilling to say: that in the year Ron and Harry have been Aurors, neither has had a mission run shorter than a week.

•••

And so Hermione sits with Ginny and Luna on the train, watching the Scottish Highlands slowly transform into the low, tidy hills of the English countryside outside her window and hoping against hope that Ron will be there on Platform 9 and ¾. But she hasn’t heard from him since that first letter, and his mirror has gone dark. This doesn’t worry her - not for his safety, anyway - but it does make it difficult to share in Ginny’s gleeful anticipation as the train pulls into King’s Cross.

She busies herself with tending to Crookshanks, who is furious about his prolonged confinement in his basket, as Harry and Ginny embrace on the platform. It’s not that she’s upset, not really. Ron is doing what he needs to do, and she would never want him shirking his responsibilities just so he can kiss her on a train platform for the first time since April. She just wishes things could be different.

After Harry and Ginny depart for Grimmauld Place, she flags down a taxi and rides alone to her parents’ home. The family car is parked in front, which is unusual for a weekday, but when she goes inside, she finds her parents have been eagerly awaiting her arrival and can hardly let her set down her trunk before whisking her away to an upscale restaurant in South Kensington.

“So, tell us about school,” says Mum with an eager smile once they’re seated at their candlelit table. “How were your exams? I want to hear everything.”

“I will later,” Hermione replies, raising her brows and tipping her head pointedly in the direction of the waiter currently pouring red wine into their glasses.

“Oh, right, right, of course. Well, anyway, dear,” she begins as the waiter sets down menus and strides away, “your father and I have a little surprise for you.”

It’s foolish, she knows, but her mind leaps instantly to Ron. Maybe all of this business with his mission has been a ruse, and he’s here in London after all, and she’ll be able to come up with an excuse to spend the night at Grimmauld Place…

Until she notices that her parents are still talking, and there’s no tall, lanky, red-haired wizard to be seen in this high-end French restaurant, but there are three Eurostar boarding passes laid out across the tablecloth.

“Sorry,” says Hermione, shaking her head to clear away the daydream, “what’s going on?”

“We’re going to Paris!” announces Mum with delight. “We thought it would be so lovely to spend time together since you’ve been away for so long, and you’re about to start your new job - and I know you’ve always wanted to go there. We’ve got ten whole days, and everything’s booked, so all you’ve got to do is pack.”

“That - that’s - that’s brilliant,” Hermione musters, forcing her lips into some semblance of a smile. Her parents beam so brightly back that it’s almost difficult to look at them. “Erm, so when are we leaving?”

She crosses her fingers under the table, praying they’ll say August, or her birthday in September, or Christmas, anything but-

“This weekend!”

Of course.

•••

Paris is beautiful. It exceeds every single one of Hermione’s expectations. She and her parents consume copious amounts of bread, cheese and wine, they visit museums and cafes and old bookstores, they ascend to the top of the Eiffel Tower and take in the view. She thinks of Ron constantly as she walks the cobbled streets, as she crosses the Pont des Artes and sees the countless locks affixed to its railing. Before she left, she sent Harry an owl to tell him that she was leaving, so Ron would know where she was if he returned home before she did. As they can’t communicate when she’s staying in a Muggle hotel, she truly has no idea where he is, but she tells herself that he’s still on his mission. It feels better that way, imagining that even if she stayed in London, there would still be obstacles keeping them apart.

On their last day, she nearly empties out a patisserie buying eclairs and macarons for Ron, and then they board the Eurostar back to England. Nervous anticipation grips her stomach as the train barrels through the tunnel (idly, she wonders if Ron’s dad is aware of this train that travels underwater, and makes a mental note to tell him), because she has no idea what awaits her back in London. What if Ron’s still away? Or worse - what if something’s happened to him, and she’s been off enjoying a holiday while he’s been suffering?

The train can’t move quickly enough. Hermione can focus on nothing - not the paperback romance novel her mother has loaned her to read, not the Muggle newspaper that her father is engrossed in, not even the argument of the couple seated across the aisle from them. It’s only a two-hour trip, so why does it feel like it’s taking days?

She checks her mirror, but it’s still dark.

“You go ahead, sweetheart,” says Dad when the train finally rolls to a stop in St. Pancras station. “We’ll get the cases.”

Hermione looks up at the luggage rack over their heads, then at her parents. “Are you sure? I’ll bring mine-”

“We can manage. Go on ahead, get some fresh air.”

She doesn’t bother reminding them that train station air is hardly fresh, and instead heads down the aisle with just her purse and the box of pastries in tow. Truly, she’s not sure why her parents have sent her off the train without them; with the station as busy as it is, they’ll surely lose track of each other.

But then she sees him. Standing a head above the crowd, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, his bright blue eyes scan the throngs of travelers. At first, she doesn’t believe her eyes. Surely, she’s just become so desperate to see him that she’s actually begun hallucinating.

But as she draws closer, he doesn’t ripple into nothingness, he doesn’t fade away. He’s really, truly there, his red hair curling behind his ears, one knee jiggling with pent-up energy the way it always does when he’s particularly impatient. As he turns his head, still surveying the crowd, their eyes lock and the rest of the station recedes into the background. Finally, they’re within sight of each other after months of hushed mirror conversations and stolen moments borrowing Professor McGonagall’s Floo. Hermione picks up speed, nearly skipping across the concrete in her haste, and flings herself into his waiting arms.

She fits against him perfectly. The fabric of his faded t-shirt is soft against her cheek as she breathes him in, and for the first time in recent memory, words fail her completely.

The box of pastries thuds to the ground.

“Hi,” he mutters, lips brushing her skin and sending chills up her spine.

“How - how did you-”

“Harry told me where you’d gone.” He presses a kiss to her cheek, and then, at long last, their lips connect. “It’s not that hard to look up train schedules.”

As reluctant as she is to pull away from him, she leans back just enough to look up at him. Behind the freckles scattered across his face, his cheeks have gone pink. “You’re amazing,” she tells him, rising on tiptoe for another kiss, unconcerned with the passersby and the blast of nearby train whistles.

Ron lifts one shoulder in a casual shrug when they break apart. “Had to meet you on a train platform somehow.”

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ktheist · 3 years

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finale — show me yours & i’ll show you mine

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 2.1k

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ synopsis.

“show me yours and i’ll show you mine.”

“be nice," taehyung mouths across from you as he sits next to mina.

the red handprints on his cheeks becoming more apparent with each passing minute. it was half-believable to say taehyung fell face first in the snow, got stuck there for more than two minutes and voila, sported a red face upon your return to the kim’s.

but now, you’re just lucky no one’s pointing out the very obvious palm shaped mark on his pudgy cheeks as he stuffs his face with food.

“oh, mina, do you have any plans tomorrow? you could stay over and spend christmas morning with us," mrs kim asks as she passes the bowl of the roasted potatoes seokjin’s been boasting about.

“o-oh,” the brunette stammers, holding the fork with both hands as if citing a prayer of hope, “no, i couldn’t intrude on you any longer.”

“no such thing, we’re all family here.” mrs kim waves a dismissive hand and even that brief gesture feels warm, “___’s mother and i have known your mother since we were kids and i watch you two grow up with my boys - you’re basically daughters i never had,” she shoots you a smile, eyes crinkling in the corners.

not seeing the remark coming, you end up almost choking on the mushroom soup you’re just in the middle of enjoying.

“i can’t say i’d love to have tae as a sibling but here we are,” you jest, half-heartedly while laughter erupts from everyone at the table.

if there’s a god, please don’t let mrs kim find out i fucked her oldest son.

“i heard yuukal co is interested in your flower arrangements and wanna buy exclusive rights to have you deliver them to the company whenever they have an event lined up?” namjoon chirps up, dimples digging into his cheek as he digs into his

“the secretary of yuukal co was an acquaintance of mine in college, that’s probably why.” the brunette says shyly, pushing her hair to the back of her ear.

“so, you’re not planning on going back to college?”

but it’s your voice that makes her blink once and stare at you like you’re some tricky math question.

“what- oh,” she shakes her head, as if shaking away the trance that delayed her response, “i don’t know, my major has nothing to do with what i want to do so i’m thinking of taking another year off.”

you nod casually. understandingly. “i’m sure the college has plenty of spots for people who actually wants to be there, i guess.”

it’s not a new low. but it’s a kind of low you never usually stoop to.

no one seems to notice though, as mina laughs. obviously uncomfortable by your remark, “haha yeah.”

“taehyung got offered a job at the company he interned in last year,” with a smack on the aforementioned boy’s back, seokjin proudly announces.

and just like that, taehyung takes the spotlight to himself.

“oh my god, that’s wonderful news. kim taehyung, when were you going to tell us?” mrs. kim is the first to say something, eyes brimming with anticipation as she looks at him, waiting for him to tell everyone at the table more about it.

but the fact of the matter is, kim taehyung is torn between working a nine-to-five, subsequently making his parents proud or going professional as a full time gamer.

he breathes out an ‘uh...’ before his lips curl into a forced smile.

“surprise?”

some time after dinner, you end up drinking and playing card games. mrs kim already went to bed and it's a hour past midnight and all four of your find yourselves in your house to not disturb the kim couples.

the grinch is playing in the background because you, taehyung and mina won against namjoon and seokjin who wanted to watch frozen.

“frozen is so unchristmasy,” taehyung complained.

though, at one point, you did backtrack a little - only a teensy bit - and sided with seokjin who looked like he just won a lottery when you casually say, “i mean frozen’s got that wintry feeling and christmas is in-”

“oh girl, not you choosing a man over your best friend,” taehyung started tickling your sides as giggles erupted from your lips while trying to beg for forgiveness.

“okay! okay! i’m grinch team all the way!”

“is that allowed? yah! you can’t say that after converting to team frozen!” seokjin’s rebuttal sounded every bit casual.

in retrospect, him joining taehyung’s ticklish assault would have felt out of character had you not fucked behind taehyung’s back nor kissed like you were star crossed lovers just hours ago.

“two against one! not fair! seokjin- ah- hahahaha!”

one good thing came out of it though: you ended up sitting next to seokjin. it made you a little too conscious of him - of his cologne, of his thigh that brushes against yours with every movement you make and pretend like it’s nothing and of the ghost of a touch of his pinky finger that lingers on your knee when he seemingly places a hand on his own knee.

still, it’s the closest you could ever be in public and it’s enough to tell mina to back off.

she doesn’t seem to notice but her compliments are equally distributed to everyone in the room. she seems to be the giggly drunk. giggling at every single thing everyone say.

somewhere deep in your heart, you feel the guilt gnawing because of your uncalled for hostility.

“i better get home,” she starts to stand at 3:07 am and you wave a dismissive hand, “no, it’s so late. stay over. please. you promised to make me your special hot chocolate in the morning.”

she objects at first like she turned down mrs kim’s invitation to spend christmas morning at the kim’s. and that’s how you know your views have been blinded with jealousy to see mina for who she is - a cute, lovable girl who’d be the heroine of every romance novel there is.

“oh thank you, thank you!” her arms flail around before they wrap around you in a drunken hug.

you laugh, hugging back.

the memories of how you huddled together like children and fell asleep in the living room, is hazy but when you wake up - the time on your screen displaying a 6 something am - you find a blanket draped over your body.

the light from the kitchen pours over the living room but not enough to wake the slumbering bodies there.

seokjin shoots you a smile when he sees you ambling over to the dining table with hair pointing in every direction, eyes squinting trying to block out the light while holding the blanket around your shoulders.

“you’re working? jinnie, it’s christmas,” you whine, head resting on his shoulder, feeling your heartbeat skip at the small contact.

he chuckles, bumping his cheek against your head before you hear the sound the keyboard again.

you stay like that, blanket curled around your body, seokjin typing away at his laptop.

that is, until his velvet voice cuts through the silence.

“so... i reckon that red handprint on tae’s cheek isn’t because he fell face first in snow.”

“it was because i slapped him in the face,” you wave your injured hand that’s now wrapped with a panda printed band aid instead of the duck ones seokjin used in the beginning.

he takes your hand, making sure not to apply too much pressure on the injury and kisses the top of your hand, “why would you do that?”

your cheeks warm at the gesture but you clear your throat, trying to play it cool, “because he told me we looked good together after all that shit he put us through.”

silence lulls in once again.

it feels like the longest you’ve ever gone with your heart palpitating inside your chest and unspoken words hovering over you but not quite reaching the who they’re supposed to reach.

“do we?” seokjin muses.

“do we... what?” you ask despite having an inkling of what he means.

“look good.” he turns to you, one arm on the table, thumb brushing against your pinky finger.

“i don’t know- we never even took selfies together.” you shrug.

“i think our selfies would look cute,” he pauses, naturally pouty lips curling into a smile, “so cute that the guys in your dm’s would be devastated to know that you’re dating me.”

“i can’t... do this,” the words slip out of your mouth like a waterfall like it’s bound to pour out of your heart through your mouth at some point, “because taehyung was... right. i don’t have a love language - even if i did, it’d be being jealous of every girl that talks to you. lashing out at those girls even though it’s completely understandable why they’d have heart eyes when they talk to you because you’re just that amazing... and... and... you like me? why?”

seokjin’s eyes look like someone personally plucked stars from the sky and trap them in those dark brown irises.

no- actually, he’s looking at you like you’re the star and he’s the moon that shines silver white rays just to have you notice him.

“who’s to say i don’t get jealous?” he cups your face, brows furrowing like you’re a math question without a solution and he’s going mad trying to figure you out, “i get so jealous at the thought of guys sliding into your dm’s, let alone make a pass on you but then i thought ‘if she’s not looking at me then i just have to try harder to make her notice me’ and i might or might not’ve reciprocated mina’s passes to make you jealous...”

you feel the corners of your lips tugging into a smile as you smack his chest lightly, “ass.”

that earns a chuckle from the man before he goes on, “but i’m not even sure what my love language is either, last i used it, i ended up getting dumped because apparently i’m too boring.”

“you’re not boring...” red flashes in your vision as you spit out the word, offended, “your dad jokes are bad but that’s what makes them so lovable. you’re so tall but you’re a literal walking teddy bear. you have biggest, kindest heart... and you’re so hung.”

something devious and prideful flashes across his eyes for the briefest moment before he asks ever so softly, “yeah?”

“yes.” you take his hands and grip them tightly, wishing the touch would convey your feelings.

“isn’t that kind of your love language?” his thumb feels callous against your skin as he rubs circles on the back of your hand. but that’s what makes this feels real - an affirmation that you’re not dreaming, “so... show me more... show yours and i’ll show you mine.”

you’d want to say you share a deep, passionate kiss to seal your promise for each other. but when you open your eyes - not knowing when you closed it - you’re staring at the white ceiling with neon starry stickers tacked up on it.

and seokjin?

he’s nowhere to be found.

the morning air sends shivers down your spine as you pull your blanket over your head, trying to tune out taehyung’s voice.

but the universe seems set on kicking your sleepy ass of your bed when the door swings open with a bang!

“get up! get up! it’s christmas!” the tall boy literally screams in your ears before hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potato and setting you down on the toilet in the bathroom with a “you better wash your face by the time i come back!”

you do as told.

eventually.

since the presents are all set under the christmas tree at the kim’s and you’re not looking to upload a christmas morning story in mismatched pj’s, you change into a cute totoro onesie.

mr and mrs kim got mina - she thanked you for letting her stay over last night even though you woke up to an empty house, she even has different clothes on than last night - new kits for the florist.

taehyung almost hugged you to death when he unwrapped his new ps5 that he’s been dying for.

namjoon got a new pair of gucci loafers from taehyung and booked an interrogation slot with their mother because-

“kim taehyung, where did you get all this money?”

you suspect he’s going to reveal his gaming channel to her where he got sponsors from to buy namjoon those loafers.

and seokjin gifted you with a heartshaped necklace as well as a new pc set for taehyung and a signed book of namjoon’s favorite writer that he’d been talking about for ages as well as an all expense paid trip for his parents to thailand.

“thanks for the necklace,” you lightly bump seokjin’s elbow as you come to stand next to him at the sink. he’s washing the mug he used for hot coffee.

he steals a glance at his family and mina in the living room. they’re laughing over taehyung having his head down, sitting on his calves like he’s asking for the forgiveness of a lifetime after confessing that he didn’t want to work a nine-to-five and wanted to go pro.

then his eyes find yours again. the glint in them makes your heart stop before he leans down, lips brushing yours ever so gently yet very seokjin-like.

you think your heart just burst as you freeze in your spot, staring up at the man with slightly parted lips and warm cheeks like a high school girl whose crush very obviously hinted he likes her back.

he raises a quizzical brow at your reaction before realization settles on his face and his lips curve into a smirk, “what? did you think last night was all a dream?”

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ageofevermore · 4 years

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Adore You

summary → in which Harry goes away for a few weeks and upon his highly anticipated arrival home your daughter doesn’t recognize him.

word count → 1.7k

note → this was meant to be set when Harry’s in Italy, but I screwed up so he went to Miami instead.

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Harry had been away for weeks, leaving you home alone with Goldie and a recently adopted goldfish named Finn. The coast of Miami was beautiful from your little corner of the world back in London but from speaking with Harry so frequently, his experience had been filled with bad luck and pissed teenagers. He had been productive in developing new business relations, but he missed you both immensely.

Goldie wasn't handling the separation well either. She had spoken to Harry on the phone nightly, but even then she was inconsolable between every nap and clung to your torso desperately. Your little daddy's girl was in desperate need of a proper cuddle, yet the man for the job was oceans away.

His flight was set to come in Monday, narrowly avoiding a wicked storm as it passed directly over London. Goldie had been reassured for weeks upon weeks that Daddy was coming home soon, but every night she pitched the same prompt that he was lost at the shops.

Her sweet worry had come from memory of a trip down to the shops a few months back with you and Gemma. She had dropped her favorite stuffed animal out of the trolley and had gone hours without saying anything, only when you got to the car did you notice the missing stuffed elephant.

You promised her night after night that Daddy wasn't lost at the shops, but every morning her little green eyes filled with tears upon his prolonged arrival home. When Monday came it would have the same reaction as Christmas, only making the wait even harder to bare.

The sun was setting overtop of London, signaling another bedtime prep filled with sniffled and mindless babbles. At almost two Goldie wasn't all the interested in talking. She could formulate coherent words and short sentences, but you and Harry knew her expressions well enough to cater without verbal assistance. Some would consider her spoiled, and you couldn't completely disagree.

Bath time had become an acoustic concert, Fine Line playing softly as yours daughters preferred lullaby. Her little green eyes were barely open as she soaked in the overpriced bath bubbles, your hand never straying far from her back in fear of her tipping over from exhaustion. When you had drained the bath water and covered her little body in Harry's sworn by lavender baby magic lotion, she was asleep against your chest in minutes. The night was stripped of routine whining and crying, and that almost made it worse.

She just couldn't understand that daddy was coming back. Three weeks was the longest she had ever gone without him, not that she would remember his absence having been a newborn, but this four week excursion was weighing on her patience.

You went to bed that night with a heavy heart, ready to have your husband home and warming the bed beside you.

Monday had finally come.

You had woken up that morning to Goldie. It had been months since your daughter woke up crying, startling you into consciousness. Your first instinct was to grab the baby monitor, but that had been forgotten downstairs after a fight to the wash room last night. Rushing to your toddlers aid, your baby was laying on her stomach, reaching for the two pacifiers she had dropped over the edge of her crib.

"Monkey." You cooed, catching her attention. Your palms were up towards the ceiling, ready to pick her up and hold her close. At this point you were just as desperate for Harry as she was, and cuddling with his mini-me seemed like the best coping mechanism. "I miss Daddy too." You promised her, allowing yourself to tear up briefly.

"Dada?" She pleaded, clammy hands pushed against your cheeks and squishing your lips together into a fish pout. Any other day she would have laughed at your tight featured, but her little eyes were filled with too much sadness to find humor. "'ome?"

"Yeah. Daddy's coming home." You promised, nuzzling your nose against the soft blush covering her cheeks. She didn't seem to believe your promise, not that she had in the four weeks since he left, but she laid her head down on your shoulder and let her lashes flutter anyways.

Your morning carried on as it normally did, however it was hard to push aside your desire for Harry. Breakfast had taken thirty minutes, whereas it typically took close to an hour. Goldie was fussy, you were running low on diapers, and the laundry had still yet to be done. Tasks were piling up as weeks went by without your best mate helping you along.

You had set Goldie up with some cartoons in the play space downstairs, finally getting to the cutlery keeping home in your dishwasher. It couldn't have been six minutes since you stepped away, but already had your curious toddler gotten into something. The sound of plastic hitting the wooden flooring an obvious give away to her clumsy discovery.

"Bubba." You cooed, bending down to your toddlers level when her eyes filled with tears. She had just dropped a cup of water all over herself after whining that she didn't need a lid. You couldn't find the strength to be cross with her trembling face, so you forgot about the puddle on the floor, instead cuddling the confused and frustrated mini-Styles to your chest. "A few more hours, Gold."

After you had fixed her up with Harry's new merchandise and requested princess slippers, she clung to you miserably. Her nose continued to rub against your collarbone while curious fingers shoved into your shirt and held tightly to your bra. She had been doing the same thing for months, finding comfort in being so close to you.

You had sorted through a load of laundry with her in your lap, curiously poking at the warm clothes as they came from the dryer. She had tried to help for a few minutes before tugging at your shirt, little eyes begging to nurse.

You had only just pulled your shirt back down and over your bra when the front door opened. Just over two months ago Harry had gotten the rusted hinges fixed, therefore giving him the capability of sneaking up on the two of you.

A grin broke out across your face, wanting nothing more then to rush into the arms of your husband, but having to be mindful of the fussy baby on your hip. You set Goldie down, thankful that she didn't wiggle her way back into your embrace, and turned her body towards Harry. He was dressed in your favorite grey sweatpants from Nike, and a black shirt, his worn adidas shoes loosely tied around his feet.

"Whose that, baby girl?" You cooed, brushing your fingers through her golden locks of hair. She giggled, ready to run when suddenly her face crumbled and she fell backwards into your embrace. Your brows crinkled, looking up to share a worried frown with Harry.

Goldie had never had that reaction towards her Daddy.

"Monkey," You cooed, "What's a'matter?" You picked her up, holding her tightly against your chest with panicked thoughts.

Walking her closer to Harry despite the increasing volume of her terrified sobs, your husbands heart looked like it had shattered into a million pieces. His hands, usually adorned with a multitude of rings were bare, and clammy as he wiping down the sides of his sweats. You passed the toddler off to him, wincing when she desperately grabbed a handful of your hair.

"No Mama." She cried, reaching out for you. You had seen her get worked up with strangers before, but that was always during tour when somebody would grab her from Harry after sound check. "No."

"Calm down, Petal." Harry tried to soothe the toddler, a hand pushing her face into his neck the way he knows she loves, "Just me, s'just Daddy."

You scanned Harry sadly, watching him try his hardest to calm the waterworks. Your eyes fell from his, down to the sculptured patch of light hair above his lip. Your heart hammered when you realized why your daughter was so distraught, and you giggled. She didn't recognize him, used to his bare face or occasional stubble. Stepping closer to the struggling pair, you gently grabbed one of Goldie's flailing limbs.

"Look. Hey, hey we don't hit, Indie." You reprimanded softly, bringing her little hand up to softly caress Harry's mustache, "It's just Daddy. I know, he's got that silly thing on his face, but it's just Daddy."

Harry knew you weren't fond of his mustache, you had made that very clear the minute you saw the first picture. What he hadn't prepared for though, was the possibility that his little love wouldn't recognize him. She was quite skittish, much like he was as a child, but he figured with your anxiety, he gave his little Goldie quite the fright.

"Be right back, love." Harry handed you the clingy toddler, rushing off towards your en-suite with a simple kiss to the forehead. Your eyes followed as he went, but you stayed with Goldie by the door. You figured familiarity was best right now, having never been in this position.

It was a few minutes later that Harry came back down, freshly shaven and barefoot. Goldie had calmed down since he left, but her usually bright eyes were puffy and red.

"Look at Daddy." You cooed gently, coaxing her into turning her head and looking towards the man that loved her more then anything in the world. You knew that if push came to shove Harry's first priority would be Goldie, and seeing him so distraught earlier only highlighted his complete adoration for her.

The blonde toddler in your arms squealed, whining and reaching out for Harry to hold her. You grinned widely at your husband, happy to see them both so relieved and ecstatic. Once he was close enough for Goldie to reach, she thrust herself into his arms. Her head down his chest and her hands went to wrap around his ringlets, sighing contently into his hold. Her little green eyes red, but filled with such love and admiration.

"Dada." She babbled, leaning closer to place a wet, open mouthed kiss on his collarbone. She had done the same thing nightly, and Harry hated how much he missed his slobbery kisses while in Miami.

"Yeah, Daddy's home, baby love."

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #dad!tony #harry styles imagine #husband!harry #fine line #harry styles fluff

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angeli-marco-writes · 3 years

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Ann’s Old Masterlist

UNUSED AS OF JULY 2021 - Current masterlist here

Rules for my page. PSA.

All works are original and legally my own. Do not repost. More works coming soon: each Saturday currently, schedule will change.

Please read the warnings at the top of every post: Items marked 18+ are mature/smut, and I don’t recommend you read if you are under eighteen, but it’s up to you to mediate your media consumption. The warnings you heed are entirely your responsibility.

Disclaimer: I do not know any of the people I write about, nor do I claim to, and I simply write about fictional figments of them. The fictional worlds I write within (the MCU, Harry Potter etc.) I do not own either, I do not own the characters or the settings, but merely write about a further fictional figment.

I currently only write Fem!reader. Works marked Ღ are the most popular. My inbox is open to requests but they may take a while to get a response.

Ann's TS 200 blurb event! (Mini Masterlist)

Regulus Black

Romeo, Juliet & Quidditch

Summary: One very eventful Quidditch final can do more than Regulus and his Juliet ever imagined; strengthening family ties, Y/N's mind, and Reg's feelings all at once.

Charlie Weasley

Secret. (18+)

Summary: You have a secret regarding the dragon taming Weasley. The only issue is that he sees you as the child you were a few years ago. When you become legal, he seems to seek you out wherever you are. Maybe he has a secret too.

Couple Blurbs

Lily & James Potter - First Kiss.

Summary: When Lily sees a new side of James, she thinks maybe falling for him isn’t so bad after all.

Albus & Scorpius - Before You Go.

Summary: At the 5th year prom, Albus and Scorpius find they can’t hold back their feelings anymore. Just one dance, before you go

Bill & Fleur - Our Spot.

Summary: After the final task, Fleur finds herself in despair, and goes to the only spot she can think of to unwind, not expecting to be approached by a handsome stranger.

Dean & Seamus - At Last.

Summary: Years of tiptoeing around one another and hidden feelings come to a head when Seamus finds a stack of art beneath Dean's bed. At last, something might happen.

Doctor Stephen Strange

ᲦBaby Blues & Tattoos (18+)

Summary: After a tiring mission, the last thing you want to do is have to crash at a hotel, especially with the cockiest man alive. Will things change with the fact there's only one bed on such a sleepless night?

Loki Laufeyson

ᲦDress.

Summary: This dance between you and Loki has been going on for far too long. The night of the palace ball gives you the chance to make your next move, wearing the dress you bought only for him to take it off.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man

Everything Happens for a Reason.

Summary: Stark!Reader x Peter Parker, post endgame. Months after the death of your father, your aunt, and your uncle, you find yourself in a sticky situation, and to make it even worse, your childhood crush doesn’t even recognise you now. Then again, doing most of your growing up while half of the population is dead doesn’t exactly bode well for your love life nor your commitment issues. When things finally start to turn around while learning to live with a disability, will you still be taken away to live with your step mother, or will love pan out at last? After all, everything happens for a reason.

Steve Rogers, Captain America

Promise? (18+)

Summary: Being an apprentice at the Avengers Tower is never easy, especially not when you make a promise to your favourite person there and fail to keep it, through no fault of your own. In a matter of seconds, your world comes crumbling around, but Steve seems to come around in order to pick up the pieces.

Clint Barton, Hawkeye

Rough. (18+)

Summary: After the snap, you never think you’ll see Clint again. Hanging around the tower alone day in and day out becomes tiring, especially when your hormones are in overdrive and you can’t stop thinking about the one avenger you haven’t yet had in bed, until he walks through the door more attractive than ever. (Seriously read the warnings for this, it’s very kinky).

Tom Hiddleston

Ღ BAFTAs.

Summary: Tom thieves your panties after you rile him up the night of the BAFTAs, and he doesn't anticipate the consequences of keeping underwear in his pocket on the red carpet. (Definitely mature with heavy implications, but no explicit smut)

Ღ Stripped Sunday

Summary: Sunday's are always the best, especially when you and Tom walk around the house nude, but it's been a while. Too long a while. So, obliviously, you take matters into your own hands...

NSFW Alphabet. (18+)

Summary: An incredibly explicit NSFW alphabet about Tom Hiddleston, detailing his deepest fantasies and darkest truths; or how I imagine them to be, at least.

Tom Holland

Just Friends?

Summary: You and Tom have been best friends for a long time, and inseparable for just as long. The boys welcome you as one of their own, and you’re basically a part of the family. That’s your main issue, because when you begin to harbour feelings for your best friend, you’re not sure if he feels the same.

Harrison Osterfield

Quarantine. (18+)

Summary: Quarantine with a bunch of sex deprived twenty-odd year old boys isn’t your idea of fun, especially not when the only one you want refuses to pay even the slightest bit of attention. Taking measures into your own hands is only simple until you get caught.

A Happy Day (& A Puppy)

Summary: Today is the day you and Haz get a puppy. It's the next big step in your relationship, and despite your anxieties, you know it's a happy day.

Sebastian Stam

The Ballet Teacher.

Summary: Ballet teacher!reader. Sebastian's daughter attends a very prestigious ballet school, but when she's late out one day, the last thing he expects to happen is to meet her wonderful new teacher, who has him head over heels.

Timothée Chalamet

Ღ Concerto. (18+)

Summary: At a classical music concert, the last person you expect to meet is a young man as charming and suave as Timothée. And the last thing you expected is for him to invite you back to his flat. Turns out music really is food for the soul, and other things...

Fair Game.

Summary: Your boyfriend, Tim, has hurt you for the last time. You didn’t realise you could ever feel this broken, especially because of someone you once loved so much, but maybe, just maybe, it’s for the best.

Tom Felton

Risk.

Summary: After your break up, one that pained you to the bone, you try to escape and you find yourself taking that one risk you always thought you should, travelling. A simple day out, and the one person you don’t want to see is the one person who can help you with your car troubles. Could he help with your heart troubles too, over a reminiscent dinner perhaps?

Baby on the Brain.

Summary: Visiting Tom’s brother and his new baby should be a walk in the park, really, but some unwitting truths come to ahead that you can’t refute. You’ve always wanted a family, but does Tom? (Request for Tom Felton: you guys meet his brother's new baby and then decide to have your own.)

Elizabeth Debicki

Gorgeous.

Summary: Elizabeth is gorgeous, just look at her, the world can see it. A drunken night leads to some tipsy confessions, but does Elizabeth feel the same?

Christmas Morning. (18+)

Summary: Christmas morning in a hidden wintry lodge is everything you could’ve dreamed of. Then again, it’d be perfect even without the setting and the heating, because all you want for Christmas is Elizabeth, and that she gives you. Wholly.

Reunion Revenge. (18+)

Summary: At first, when your brother roped you into attending your high school reunion with your wife, you hated the idea. Now, all eyes are on you, all the focus on your career, and maybe this is the revenge you always needed, of course aided by Liz's quick thinking and hidden surprises.

Hailee Steinfeld

Live.

Summary: The first night of Hailee's tour, you're a guest singer... and her girlfriend. Everything will go to plan, surely, even when she looks that good and sings that well...

Sherlock Holmes

Ღ Kiss Me, Mr Detective. (18+)

Summary: After a fight with John leaves Sherlock feeling particularly down, he calls on the one person who is always there to support him. Only tonight, it’s different. Feelings come to a head, exploration ensues, but is this just a one time thing? That depends on whether she stays the night…

Chuck Bass

Safe.

Summary: A small British village version of Constance & St Jude’s. The aftermath of your drive home from Saturday’s house party becomes haunting and brings out a new side in you. Not that you’re complaining, especially not when you have the well-versed Chuck Bass as your friend and safety.

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perishman · 3 years

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The Prodigal Son

Hey so this is for @nastyburger and their Dannyverse AU. Just so you know, it’s an AU that may not make sense without checking them out

Danny B. Fenton snorted, ashen grey smoke erupting from his nose as Dani landed behind him. For the first time in years, he was at Fenton Works for christmas, home of now world famous ghost hunters Maddie and Jack Fenton, as well as their elder child, Jazzy. It was once his home too. He knocked on the door. He didn’t know why, since he was expected. He supposed he just hoped it was Jazzy who opened the door. He was afraid to phase in. His parents might not buy that they “just didn’t hear him come in” when he was the most anticipated part of the holiday.

After a few seconds of silent waiting, Dani turned to her brother, silently asking if he really wanted to go through with this. And B wasn’t entirely sure he was. But, he’d promised Jazzy he would make an effort. The Fentons were old by now; it was why the elder child had returned home. The door creaked open, violet eyes glancing out before it was thrown open to reveal Madeline Fenton, hunched over with hair more grey than red, her hands rough and boney. Danny’s smile was still half formed when she latched onto him with a hug. Maybe it was his Core that had always caused him so much trouble, but she was cold to the touch. Most humans were. Silently, Maddie waved him and Danielle in. As soon as they crossed the threshold, Danny felt the house take aim at them, reacting to their shared ecto-signature. Danny had once removed its ability to sense him and Dani, but Jack had yelled at him when he’d realized. Danny had pointed out that it could’ve been Jazzy, but the Fenton patriarch had rebuffed that by pointing out Jazzy followed instructions.

Soon, Jack approached from the tree, a somewhat strained smile on his face as he said, “‘Ello Daneil. It’s good to see you. Same t’ ya Elle.”

Danny nodded, “Hi Ja- Dad. and uh, yeah. Glad to see you both as well. Merry christmas.”

“If yer more comfortable callin’ me Jack, call me Sparrow for all I care. Haven’t been yer father in years,” Jack said gruffly. Danny noticed it sounded more irate than sad. More bitter than apologetic.

The halfa siblings each raised an eyebrow and held up some bags (Elle had food, B the gifts), to which a younger, less bitter voice rang out from behind, “Food on the counter, presents are hidden in the guestroom.”

Danny hugged Jazzy much tighter than his mother had done to him. He’d been meaning to call her for ages, bur grading and hunting had been eating up his time. Despite not being back here in ages, he didn’t need to ask where the guestroom was, given that there was only one option. When he got up there, he snorted. The bright blue walls still had the fades that came from his posters; it was the same desk, so on and so forth. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“They didn’t touch it for years, ya know. They were hoping you’d,” Jazzy said with a pause, “come home.”

The redhead ran his hand through his hair and laughed horsley, “Considering how I left? Why don’t I quite believe it was a bilateral decision?”

Jazzy pursed her lips, not having a response to that. There had been a lot of yelling that night. Ancients, it had been Christmas Even then too. For the longest time, the most that Jazzy, Sam or Tucker had heard was that Danny Phantom was more and more active than had been normal. That his fire had been tinted blue. It had been a terse few weeks, and everyone was frightened out of their minds trying to figure out where Fenton was staying. When they found out Vlad had taken him and promised to hide him… It had been a difficult time. Loathe as the Phantom was to admit it, Plasmius had supported his human half in a way no one else could, and Danny was in his debt.

Looking around the room some, Danny said, “I need to think about some stuff. You mind?”

Silently, Jazzy nodded and left the room, closing the door behind her. Danny looked around some more, and eventually found something he hadn’t seen in years. A picture of him with Sam and Tucker at eighteen, with the imprint of Dani in a nearly invisible red spot that almost no one else would see. If Danny had to hazard a guess, he was 19 here, and it was one of the last times he was happy at home. He sighed as he pocketed the picture and walked out. There was nothing more for him in that room, bar whatever present Jazzy had gotten him, he supposed.

“Look who decided to join ‘is family afta all,'' snorted the old man from the living room. Danni glared at Jack, who snorted.

Spitefully, Danny glared at his father and blew a smoke ring with his ghost sense. He knew it was childish, but Jack had been nothing but rude the entire time. To his surprise, it was his mother who glared at him with… a contempt usually reserved for Phantom... . Jack, for his part, almost seemed apologetic, before the mask was back on and he scowled. Both Jazzy and Danni rolled their eyes at their brother.

Sensing the tension bubbling beneath the surface that threatened to lash out, Jazzy turned to Danielle, and asked, “So. Elle? What’ve you been doing lately? Last I saw on instagram you were in, Madrid, right?”

Danni nodded, “Yep. Met a cute girl or two, which was nice. But Spain isn’t for me; not a fan of their food compared to Italian. Actually I spent the last few weeks of my europe trip in Milan. But I guess I forgot to post it…” she shrugged.

“Ooh, Milan. You have got to tell me all about it,” Jazzy said with a smile before she glanced at the falling snow.

Danny tried to listen, really. But Danni had already told him about her time in Milan (and the girls she met there in some form.) He felt himself zoning out, before his father jostled his shoulder and led him down to the lab. Danny wasn’t sure what he expected, but the lab was still the best kept part of the house bar hi- bar the guest room. His father had to take an automatic chair to carry him down. The radioactive green of the portal still illuminated the basement, but there was now a glass container that Danny could tell was lined with ectoplasm to prevent phasing. Smart. The eldest fenton offered a beer, which the son silently turned down. But soon Jack had sat the two of them down, like when Danny was a kid. Then, Jack had called them their ‘boys talks,’ but now it was clear what this was. Two broken men, trying to fix themselves by fixing the other.

“Now, you were always a bit oblivious on your best day. Which this most certainly isn’t. Suppose that’s my fault a bit. But, in case you hadn’t noticed. Your mother hasn’t said a word all day. Why do you think that is?”

Danny knew immediately, “Throat cancer. Jazzy told me a few weeks ago, when I was in Canada with Vlad… I tried calling, but…”

Jack snorted, whether he believed his son or not being unclear, “Right. Ya know, when you were a tyke, I wanted you t’ meet Vladdie,” a snort, “more than anything in the world. But now? I wish I’d never met ‘im myself. Would’ve saved my family. Would’ve saved him, come to think. Regardless. I want you to tell ‘er. Before she goes. So she knows who you really are.”

The room went cold, as Danny knew exactly what Jack meant, and he tried to force the hurt down in a level tone, before asking, “You knew? For how long?”

“Knew you had powers immediately. Saw you fall through your floor, but you were too comatose from the accident to remember. Didn’t know you were Phantom for a while, but when Vlad won his first term- unanimous votes my ass- I realized somethings about him. Things were cemented when I saw you beat him into transforming back to human. If somethin like that could happen from Vlad’s accident…” he gestured to Danny.

Danny stood, eyes burning with tears and ectoplasm as he snarled, “You knew. You had to know I wasn’t some druggie. And you still let mom send me to rehab? You still wasted weeks of my life. You tore me from my friends. You still sided with Mom in almost every fight. How dare you ask for me to give her my secret now? You don’t care. You just want your guilt off your chest and think I can do that.”

“I’m the reason it was rehab and not the dissection table. Maddie was on to you, you know. By timing alone, and the devices going off. But I lied to my own wife, your mother, for months. I regret what I had to do, but not what I did. I saved my son.”

That gave Danny pause. He wanted to believe it. But years of being alienated from his family made him wary. Part of him screamed that if Jack was being honest with him, he wouldn’t have let Danny risk life and limb with minimal intervention. He wouldn't have shot at him. But the boy that wanted to be a family again ached at the possibility opening up. At being his parents’ son again.

“Fine. I’ll do it. But after this? I don’t want to hear from you again, You’ll see me at the service, but after that, I’m gone.”

As he walked up the stairs, Jack sighed. Tears streamed down from the old man’s face. It was better Danny was angry at him, than the dying woman who’d nearly convinced him to experiment on his own son when they’d realized what happened. Jack didn’t see the incidents with Danny’s powers, it had been Maddie. And Jack had sent his son to rehab while he tried to talk his wife from the edge. He’d saved Danny, and all it cost him?

His son.

#Danny Phantom #dannyverse #danny b fenton #dani phantom #jack fenton #Maddie Fenton

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badb1tchbokuto · 3 years

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Alone, Together

Miya Atsumu x F! Reader

“Lame.” Typical.

“Self-righteous prick,” Okay that one hurt a little, but fine.

“Your game is weak.” Atsumu would like to think it wasn’t. It was just that he’d never really had to try. Whereas he focused all his efforts and love on the game of volleyball, he never really put in much effort on the dating game. Casual flings, short term relationships, one night stands - he was no stranger to all of this. He was attractive, successful, and had a steady career that allowed him to afford VIP tables in pretentious places like this. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be into that?

You apparently.

...In which Atsumu experiences his first existential crisis after you reject him at a club.

wc: 6k

tw: alcohol consumption, swearing, mild smut, slight angst, lots of fluff

(crossposted on Ao3)

Thursday, 10:00pm JST

Tokyo is alight and alive. The autumn sun is steadily dimming against a sea of ultramodern buildings and bright billboards that are beginning to light the city in incandescent neons. Crowds are meandering through the busy capital, with tourists slowly walking and stopping at every turn to take photos and gaze at their seemingly surreal surroundings, friends chatting vividly as they make their way to dinner, and employees ambling towards the crowded subway stations to line up and finally make their way home or just find some respite.

You, somehow, are a combination of all three.

Twenty four hours ago, you landed in Haneda from Charles de Gaulle. Jet lagged and bleary eyed, you stuttered your way through customs in your broken but passable Japanese, lost a suitcase that had most of your professional attire needed for the next day’s back to back meetings with investors, then had to be comforted by your driver as you explained the situation in distress all the way to your hotel in the business district of Minato.

You couldn’t help but feel unsettled and overwhelmed as it was after all, your first trip to Japan for professional matters. All your other times in the country had been spent with family, past lovers or on study abroad trips with best friends, but this time it was just you.

Adult you, in your first big girl work trip, in your dream field of fashion, in your dream city of Tokyo.

It has almost been twenty fours since you landed in the capital, and you’ve miraculously survived your first day. Barely. Admittedly you slept in a little too late after downing the entire complimentary bottle of Daiginjo from the hotel by yourself the night before, and this morning you spent over thirty minutes trying to transform your jet lagged mug with a “no make up make up” look only to end up still being asked by the sweet door people if you were heading to a special party. The upside is that the sake made you sleep like a baby, and smartly you paired your unexpectedly dramatic make-up with a killer outfit, resulting in you being recharged and sharp throughout the day, impressing your boss and potential investors alike.

Friday, 8:30pm JST

You had just emerged from your hotel to freshen up after a long day of work, now heading to dinner in Shibuya to meet with friends you’ve studied abroad with who were now living in Tokyo. Clad in a slinky Jacquemus silk dress and your favorite stilettos, you stand outside the grand entrance of the Tokyu Plaza, sending your girls a quick text to note that you got there a little earlier than expected, informing them that you’d be waiting at the restaurant’s rooftop bar instead.

The restaurant your friends chose was on the 17th floor of the building, a French fusion restaurant that turns into a nightclub after midnight and promises to have the best rooftop views of the Tokyo skyline. It seemed especially busy tonight, as there was already a line of young men and women eager to wait just to get into the club despite the area not opening hours from now.

Overhearing hushed snippets of conversations around you, it sounded like some celebrities were going to be there tonight. You brush it off, looking forward to having a moment to yourself to sip on an espresso martini, maybe even a few truffle sliders while waiting on your friends to arrive.

Busy thinking about whether you have time to eat one or three of the sliders before dinner, you absentmindedly made your way to the host at the front of the already buzzing line.

Halfway there, you feel a gentle but firm tap on your shoulder.

You turn, only to face a very toned and very broad chest dripping in two thin yellow gold snake chains layered over a printed silk button down, a piece from Gucci’s latest season. “Impressive.. ” you think to yourself as you lift your gaze as slowly and as nonchalantly as you can to see the man’s face, even though your eyes are probably already dilating in anticipation, because if the chest was already impressive and you were already having sinful thoughts about dragging your tongue on his chiseled pecs then moving down, well then...

“Yes?” You reply softly as your eyes roam upwards, starting with his strong jawline, to his warm, sugary brown gaze, up to his soft tousled blonde hair, and back down to his full lips, his canines and pink tongue slightly peeking out, adorned in a confident smirk that both turned you on and pissed you off.

“Fuck. I’d definitely let you ruin my life..or my pussy.” You couldn’t help but immediately think to yourself.

Without introducing himself, he slowly licks his lips, then cooly offers. “You headin’ up to Ce La Vi? My friends and I have a VIP table up there so you won’t have to wait until midnight to be let in. You can skip the line with me.”

“No thanks.” You curtly decline, irritated and offended that he assumed you needed his help to skip the line, let alone afford to enter the establishment for dinner.

You swerve past him, thinking that he’s another sleazy club promoter. Very attractive yes, but you’d like to think you were past making those types of mistakes at this age. Sexy guy leveraging his social status so that he can two pump chump you then ghost you until he needs pretty girls to fill up his club table? Hard pass.

Atsumu on the other hand, is confused.

That simple line never fails; it’s not aggressive but is still quite direct, and it wasn’t creepy. At least he didn’t think so. If anything, he thought he sounded nonchalant and cool.. Almost like Suna...right? Although he’d never let Suna know that he tries to emulate him when trying to pick up girls. Or that he thinks Suna is “nonchalant and cool.” God forbid he gets roasted on the group chat for yet another reason. Also, isn’t it always a great opportunity to skip the line at some overhyped dining club and get wined and dined by a handsome athlete like him? He’s never really had a problem using that line before, in fact his body count was proof of its success rate, so why did it not work on you?

You definitely seemed like you would be impressed by status and flash, considering you literally made his head turn because of your confident strides, wafting a luxuriously sexy scent. A melange of rose, vanilla, maybe the homemade marshmallows Samu makes in the winter... And definitely a tinge of the special perfume he was gifted by the Tom Ford team that he only reserves for special occasions. Something with tobacco and oud. Plus, he also definitely remembers shelling out 300,000¥ to buy the same Dior purse you had on for his ex-girlfriend last Christmas.

You saunter ahead of him, completely ignoring the screams and flash that followed. “Ah..So the celebrity has arrived.” You think to yourself. “They’ll probably be escorted to some special entrance anyway.”

The doorman checks your name on the tablet and leads you to wait in front of an elevator. As you scroll through your phone, waiting for the elevators to take you up to the restaurant, you see him awkwardly standing behind you, rapidly typing away on his phone, very obviously trying to avoid your gaze.

Unlucky for both of you, you two were the only ones cleared by the front desk to go on the elevator.

The ride up to the 17th floor felt like an eternity, a palpable awkward silence marred by elevator music eerily like the Wii theme song dragged the seconds on.

Atsumu couldn’t wait to get out of the cramped space. He wanted so desperately to rush out and find Bokuto, Hinata, or honestly, he’d even practice his abysmal English with Adriah at this point just to get the hell away from you.

It wasn’t that Atsumu found you repulsive, quite the contrary actually. He found you so goddamned sexy, poised with a distinct self-assured stance that he only knew his former high school volleyball captain to have. You were magnetic, like an invisible force just happened to transfix Atsumu’s attention to you when he saw you standing at the plaza, leading him to follow you to the restaurant, thanking his lucky stars that he was also heading the same way since he most definitely kind of looked creepy staring at a lone woman in the middle of the street like that.

The fact that you were immediately repelled by his kind suggestion to skip the line with him boggled him. Feeling claustrophobic in a roomy elevator decorated in mirrors that showed your reflection from all angles, he tries even more desperately to avoid looking at you, so he resorts to giving a play by play to his brother over text, only to get obliterated by Osamu.

“Lame.” Typical.

“Self-righteous prick,” Okay that one hurt a little, but fine.

“Your game is weak.” He’d like to think it wasn’t. It was just that he’d never really had to try. Whereas Atsumu focused all his efforts and love on the game of volleyball, he never really put in much effort on the dating game. Casual flings, short term relationships, one night stands - he was no stranger to all of this. He was attractive, successful, and had a steady career that allowed him to afford VIP tables in pretentious places like this. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be into that?

You apparently.

“Oh well, your loss.” He tries to reason with himself.

As soon as the doors open, Atsumu lets you pass like the gentleman he was raised to be. Okay, maybe he checks you out one last time, because damn that ass... and maybe he also tries to catch a whiff of your intoxicating perfume… but no one had to know that.

He walks away to find his teammates inside the VIP dining area, wanting to just forget about you and move on with his night. You on the other hand, leisurely make your way to the open rooftop bar.

Shortly after, your friends Yuki and Kaori arrive, apologizing for their tardiness and promising a good time as they insist on going out clubbing with some of their friends from high school.

You hadn’t seen the sexy arrogant promoter or his “VIP” group throughout dinner. You forget about him or at least try to, happy to finally munch away on the anticipated dinner, reminisce about your wild college days and catch up with old friends.

Friday, 11:30pm JST

A couple of hours later, inhibitions loose from the free flow of alcohol offered at the restaurant mixed in with a bottle of champagne to celebrate your reunion, the three of you egg each other on to take shots at the bar before checking out the now bustling dance floor, surrounded by the VIP booths inside. Not a minute more after walking indoors do you hear a loud energetic voice holler, “YUKIPPE?!”

“Bokuto-san!!!” Yuki excitedly calls out, dragging you and Kaori over to greet a boisterous, incredibly buff man with two toned spiky hair. Behind him sitting on the plush rounded couches is a small group of young men who are all just as attractive and well-dressed, with an orange haired male capturing most of their attention, spinning an animated tale that had the table howling in raucous laughter.

The only one whose attention was away from the tanned male you heard is called Hinata is the promoter from downstairs, looking directly at you in shock.

“Oh fuck.”

Three buttons on his shirt were now unbuttoned, giving you a more intimate view of his chest. The same, broad, muscled chest you fantasized over earlier. His gaze is unrelenting, and you realize you had also been staring back at him when Kaori waves her hands in front of your face, trying to get your attention.

“Giiiiiirl? Hello?”

You revert your attention back to your group, acting as if you definitely weren’t just thinking about jumping on the blonde’s lap then and there, pulling him into a kiss, grinding on him as you unbutton his shirt and pants in a desperate, heated haze and then...

Kaori interrupts your thoughts with, “This is our friend from high school, Bokuto-san! His boyfriend Akaashi-kun will be joining us later.” Bokuto is beaming down at you with a megawatt smile and pulls you in a bear hug as you move to shake his hand.

Yuki introduces you as their friend from university that just moved to help launch a Japanese edition of a niche French fashion magazine. She adds, “Bokuto is the star ace of his volleyball team, and these are some of his teammates from the MSBY Black Jackals.”

At this, Bokuto bellows a “ HEY HEY HEY!” that garners the attention of his teammates and onlookers alike.

His teammates warmly welcome you and the girls to their table, as if you’re all old friends simply catching up. Comfortable, you engage Hinata and Meian in a lively conversation about your common experiences while traveling in Brazil. From your shared love of pao de queijo, debating where the best feijoada can be found in Rio, all the way to sharing the wild scenes you’ve all seen in Ipanema's legendary posto 8, banter flowing easily.

You were having a great time, happy to make new friends.

Atsumu had been stealthily watching you throughout the introductions. You acted as if it was the first time you’ve met him, then gracefully jumped into a discussion with his captain and newest teammate as if you were all best friends, when in fact for the last two weeks since Shoyo had joined the team, he’d nervously run to the bathroom every time Meian tried to talk to him for longer than five minutes. Now here he is, laughing with you and the captain about your shared culture shock in realizing how comfortable Brazilians were with skinship.

Atsumu met you less than three hours ago, but every little detail he picks up about you fascinates him more and more. There wasn’t a single thing about you that he didn’t like so far, leaving him intrigued, pining to get to know more. Except for one little big thing.. you flat out rejected him, so now he’s actively avoiding you out of respect for the boundaries you set initially.

Still, he was riveted. He wanted to get to know you one way or another, even if it was trying to casually listen in on your conversations with his teammates.

“What a creep.” Sakusa interrupts his thoughts, rolling his eyes at Atsumu.

Bokuto leans in and attempts to whisper in a hushed tone, in an octave that was definitely too loud to be a whisper, “She’s super cute Tsumtsum! Go for it!”

“Just talk to her, you’ve been staring at her the entire time. It’s starting to get weird.” Sakusa adds.

For arguably the first time in his adult life, Atsumu is insecure.

How does he approach you for the second time? He doesn’t even know what to talk to you about. Here you were, casually conversing about your world travels when he’d never even left Japan except for international matches. You, decked out in designer items he’d gifted different ex-girlfriends as apologies or appeasements for every time he prioritized volleyball over them. You, who were already chummy with his teammates even though it took him months to warm up to them. For fuck’s sake, sometimes his jokes still fall flat, but here you are cracking jokes and making even Omi chuckle. Who the hell are you? And how can Atsumu get to know you? Does he want to be like you or be inside you? How does he even get your attention without seeming like a desperate jerk? Why the fuck does he care what some random girl thinks of him?

He never really cared about what others thought of him outside of volleyball, but when he can’t rely on his one true love to speak for him, who is he and what does he have to offer?

Having an existential crisis at an ostentatious club at midnight was definitely not something Atsumu wanted to do. Yet here he is, feeling as dejected as the day he wore the Jackasuke costume and slipped in public for the whole world to see.

Swirling the melting ball of ice on his crystal glass filled with Yamazaki 18, he didn't notice that you had moved closer to him.

“They say whiskey is a depressant. Is that why you look so sad?” You joke, then gesture to his drink with a small smile.

Atsumu lifts his head to look at you, then freezes upon realizing your close proximity. He counters, “Really? What should I have for a good time then?”

“Me.” You cheekily reply and wink at him.

He grins at you, confidence steadily regaining at realizing that he might have a chance with you after all.

Saturday, 12:00am JST

Pouring a newly opened bottle of Ace of Spades on two champagne flutes laid out on the table, you make amends.

“Sorry for being so rude earlier. I get really defensive when I’m randomly approached by men, especially because I thought you were a promoter looking to get girls to join your table… I didn’t know I had mutual friends with some hotshot athlete.” You smile awkwardly.

He laughs and jokes back, but there is definitely some weight to his sentiment.

“Ah, but since Imma hotshot athlete, s’all good now right?”

You replace the whiskey glass in his hands with a champagne flute and shoot back. “Nah, I really thought you were trying to pimp me out to your flashy friends who bought tables from you, or worse, that you were just trying to get a quick fuck.”

Atsumu chokes on his own spit at your frank reply, and you giggle before lowering your voice so only he could hear.

You counter, “For the record, I would have been down for the latter, except you didn’t even introduce yourself. You should also know that I don’t ever need your help to get places.”

You smile innocently at him as if you didn’t just confirm that you were down to fuck if only he had played his cards right. His mind fogs, instantly imagining dragging you to the nearest bathroom to fuck you silly. He thinks about what it would feel like to sloppily kiss your full lips, moving his hands from your hair down to your neck and shoulders, feeling the curves of your body graciously skimming the silk fabric of your dress, only to unwrap you like a prized gift and worship you with his tongue.

You clear your throat, well aware that Atsumu’s most likely imagining fucking you given his glazed over eyes and parted lips.

With a blush, he tries to cover his reddening cheeks and neck by downing his drink. He bounces back with a, “Well then. The name’s Atsumu, 23 years old, professional volleyball player - the best damned setter the MSBY Black Jackals and the Japanese National Team has ever seen.”

Atsumu realizes then that he never really had to introduce himself. Not seriously anyway. Most people around him already knew who he was; his teammates, coaches, players within the league, aspiring volleyball players, fans of the game, fans of his.. even people around him who didn’t have interest in volleyball just generally knew of his reputation as one of Japan’s most talented athletes and eligible bachelors.

How does he tell you about himself without pulling out his phone to show you his current stats or videos of his top sets as proof that he really is as good as he says? Without looking like an ass? Even worse, what does he tell you about himself without volleyball being the main subject?

You smile, intrigued at how he suddenly seemed so sure of himself while talking about volleyball, emitting pride and passion as he describes his profession.

So you continue to ask him about the sport. Atsumu visibly relaxes, his love for the game evident as he discusses their most recent friendly match, the reason why their Osaka based team is in the capital just before some of them start training for the Olympics. The other boys jump in and out of the conversation, with Yuki and Kaori clarifying certain terms to you when they see you furrow your brows in confusion.

As the alcohol keeps flowing and the conversation moves to the upcoming Olympics, you and Atsumu have veered off the multiple group conversations and are transfixed on each other.

He asks you what you’re doing in Tokyo and how you ended up there, so you tell him you graduated from university recently, originally intending to become a Doctor but decided to pause and move to Paris upon graduation, wherein between random side hustles you somehow landed a job in editorial fashion. Thus landing you in Tokyo on an extended work trip.

Atsumu is bewildered at how you could switch careers so easily and still succeed, that you have multiple passions and follow them according to your whims.

He couldn’t imagine living a life like yours, volleyball being the only thing he’s actively pursued since realizing he had to make a living somehow. He wonders whether he chose volleyball as a career because it was the only thing he was good at and the only thing he could think of when his high school teacher asked him about his options for the future.

Deep down he knows that he loves the sport more than anything else, the driving force and principle behind his very essence. Still he can’t help but wonder, what if he chose do something else? What if he found a different passion to pursue? Would he have made a good doctor? Lawyer? Entrepreneur and chef like Samu? He shudders, lost for answers. He settles his raging thoughts by simply asking, “How could you switch careers so easily?”

You pause to think for a while, then casually respond.

“People are multi-faceted. I think there’s different versions to us as we navigate life. We fall in and out of love with different people, hobbies, places, food, aesthetics... There are just so many variables, so many moving parts as we get older.. Who’s to decide that we have to be tied to the same job or pursue the same passion for the rest of our lives?”

This confuses him even more, and he decides that despite you having the same self-assured aura that Kita-san has, you’re the complete opposite of him, different from everyone around him actually. Him, his brother, his friends, his exes, all of whom either have a clear direction or some semblance of goals and dreams for the future.

You on the other hand, are all risk. You boldly trek into the unknown, unafraid and ready to face the variables and twist them so that they fall to your favor. Atsumu supposes that in this way, he relates to you.

He replies, “Huh. Weird but I guess I kinda get it. It’s like when I’m on court observing opponents. I have to sniff out and adapt to whatever bullshit they’re on, tweak our plays and my settin’ style to make sure we crush them. Sorta like a gamble.”

“Exactly.” You confirm.

“Eh..but nothing feels better than winnin’. How do you even know if you’re winning when you don’t have set objectives?” Atsumu counters.

You playfully roll your eyes at him.

“I do! My objectives are just adjusted to my current surroundings. I’d say pondering over the inherent philosophical value of career choices in a rooftop bar in Tokyo with a sexy volleyball setter is winning.”

“Touché.”

He grins, aiming to pour more champagne to your flutes before realizing that you two polished off the bottle of Ace on the table and that your friends were all in various states of inebriation.

Yuki dancing with her boyfriend, Kaori grinding on Adriah, Bokuto and Hinata on the dance floor twerking on the older MSBY members to Reggaeton, Sakusa and Akaashi watching all of this in amused horror.

“Wanna dance?” Atsumu asks.

After topping your glasses with overpriced bottle service liquor, you move towards the dance floor at the center of the club, joining your friends.

You’re shocked at how well Atsumu can dance, easily gripping your hips and moving with you as you gyrate against him to 90s hip hop jams. Hinata finds you both and proceeds to dance on you, laughing as you twirl him and sandwich him between you and Atsumu.

After a couple more songs, you, Bokuto, and the girls end up dancing on top of a random table screaming the lyrics to the newest Megan Thee Stallion song.

Yuki somehow proceeds to wrangle you all back to your table to take shot after shot, fueling the night to go on.

Saturday, 3:00am JST

Your group stumbles out of the rooftop bar, with the married MSBY members calling it a night. Bokuto on the other hand, is already ordering an Uber Lux to take you all from Shibuya to an even more upscale club in Minato, on the other end of Tokyo for a good nightcap.

Atsumu holds your hand as you enter the club, the most he’s gotten to touch you since dancing with you earlier.

Your group downs more bottles of champagne and vodka, all dancing on each other at your table.

Emboldened by the alcohol in your system, you pop your ass a little more against Atsumu’s crotch, swaying more seductively to a random top forty hit. Feeling him hardening against his fitted trousers, you turn to face him, skimming your fingers on his chains and chest as you continue to dance. In turn he runs his hands up and down your sides, moving more liberally to each drop of the beat, grazing up the underside of your breasts and back down to cup the curve of your ass. His hands feel warm on your body, steadily stoking a growing fire in you.

You gaze up at Atsumu, tilting your head to lightly graze your lips against his neck, trailing upwards towards his ear, effectively sending shivers down his spine. You whisper, “Would you consider this winning, hotshot?” licking the shell of his ear, resulting in Atsumu groaning lowly as you move your head to look back at him.

With hazy eyes, Atsumu looks at you, then whispers, “Winning would be when I’ve made you come with my mouth so many times you’re beggin’ me to fuck you.. but until then pretty girl, this is pretty close.”

You pussy throbs as his lips brush against your skin with every whisper, but before you can even respond, Atsumu kisses you.

His soft lips press on yours, capturing your lower lip in a soft bite that elicits pleasure that starts in your belly then moves down south. His hands continue to move up and down your sides, now more possessive in grabbing your ass to bring you closer to him.

You teasingly lick his parted lips, prompting Atsumu to dance his tongue against yours.

Lost in open mouthed kisses that have you both desperately groping each other’s clothed bodies on the dance floor, you feel Atsumu brush his knuckle over your breasts, motions languid and repeating as your nipples arouse and become visible through your silk dress.

Your entire body is overheating. You moan against his mouth.

He whispers, “Wanna take this somewhere more private?” You nod immediately, then rush to tell your friends you’d catch up with them over brunch tomorrow.

Atsumu is waiting by the exit, but as soon as he sees you, he is so turned on he can’t help but sear you into another heated kiss, leaving you both weak and wanting.

Saturday, 4:30am JST

Miraculously, the nearest Uber is 25 minutes away and the cabs are far and few. Atsumu starts to dial a private car service, but then notices you wandering down the street.

“Oi!! Where you goin’?” He calls out.

You pout. “I’m hungry.”

Atsumu offers to order you room service at his hotel but you decline, taking his calloused but surprisingly moisturized hand as you skip down a tiny alley way towards a conbini.

Inside, you fill your basket to the brim with an assortment of junk food. Chips, instant ramen, sandwiches, daifuku mochi, fried chicken poppers, and every other snack you find with cute packaging before finally leading you to the end of an aisle, choosing between which types of onigiri to purchase.

Atsumu goes along with you, advising you which brands to get, which to avoid, even putting his favorites in the basket. Although he knows his trainer will punish him with brutal training sessions if he sees the shit he’s about to put on his body, he thinks it’s all worth it. He knows he’ll feel guilty come morning, spending hours at the gym to burn it all off, but right now he couldn’t care less. Not after seeing you starry eyed at how many options of onigiri there are, and how absolutely adorable you look when asking him about which snacks he thinks could fit in your purse to save for later.

Trying to impress you, Atsumu comments. “Y’know, I make a mean tuna onigiri.”

No he doesn’t. His brother does, but you don’t know that. Not yet at least.

“Oh yeah? Want to make me some one of these days?” You respond.

Securing a date with you before the night even ends? Hell yeah.

Atsumu thanks his lucky stars, confidently confirming. “Sure, how does tomorrow evening sound?”

“Baby, our night hasn’t even ended and you’re booking me for tomorrow already. Are you trying to cuff me?”

“Yes. Then wife you.” But Atsumu holds his tongue for once.

Instead he winks at you, responding with a casual “Only if you want me to” with a wide, cheeky, canine bearing smile.

Laughing, you roll your eyes at him as he swoops in to carry your basket and insists on paying for your drunken munchies haul.

Saturday, 5:15am JST

Somehow you and Atsumu end up sitting on a park bench, sharing the food he bought from the conbini. Like two excitable school children on a field trip, you trade half bitten snacks with each other while talking about everything and nothing in between.

He tells you about his twin brother Osamu, who he insists is definitely uglier and the bummy version of him; how they did everything together up until Samu decided to open up his own restaurant and stay in their hometown of Hyogo instead of playing professional volleyball like him.

Atsumu tells you all about their childhood, from catching bugs to keep as pets and sneaking them to their room only to hear their ma screaming about it in the middle of the night, to how he always took from Samu’s secret snack stash, always denied doing so when confronted, but always paid him back with interest by secretly dropping a chunk of his monthly allowance on Samu’s piggy bank. The same one that Samu would later break open to help fund the opening of his restaurant. All the petty fights that turned into brawls, only to act like nothing happened despite being covered in scratches as soon as their tired mom walked through the door after a long day of work. He talks about his twin in such an easygoing manner, love overflowing in his voice and reminiscent of when he was speaking about volleyball, but this time there’s a twinge of wistfulness and melancholy to his tone.

“You miss him.” You softly conclude.

“That idiot? Nah.”

“It’s okay. I won’t hold it against you for blackmail.” You tease.

Atsumu concedes. “Okay maybe a little.”

Loose lipped from the alcohol still flowing in his veins, he continues.

“Samu and I have always been together. Startin’ at the womb for fuck’s sake, fightin’ each other over stupid shit, getting our asses kicked by our ma, sharin’ a room, spewing random thoughts to each other only the two of us would understand, goin’ to the same school, on the same volleyball teams, with the same friends, or rather him havin’ friends that ended up adoptin’ me to their group.”

He chuckles. “I think I took it all for granted, havin’ someone there always with me.. Even if he always got on my ass for the littlest things and it used to always piss me off. Deep down I knew he was always just lookin’ out for me, just didn’t know how ta’ show it. I mean, I didn’t either.”

He laughs because he knows he still doesn’t know how. “It’s almost been four years since I moved away from home and...”

He doesn’t finish the sentiment, but he doesn’t have to.

Atsumu is alone, and although he loves to brag to Osamu and their friends about the freedom having his own space brings, he knows he’s also so fucking lonely.

You finish his thought for him by empathizing. “I get it. I mean, kind of. I don’t have a twin so I can only imagine, but I’ve been living on my own for quite some time now, in between countries with parents who don’t support my career change and friends always in different places than where I am. It’s isolating. But hey, that’s why we put ourselves out there right? Why you acted like a sleazy promoter in front of the club and why I acted like a stone cold bitch earlier only to come at you? Our lame attempts at easing loneliness in hopes that one day, someone might finally understand... or just be there to try.”

You chuckle half-heartedly, nudging his shoulders to try and ease the somber tension.

He turns to look at you, smiling up at him, listening and just trying to understand. He can’t help himself. He pulls you into a sweet kiss that tastes of strawberry daifuku and expensive champagne.

Atsumu knows that you’ll never understand what it’s like to have a twin, to live a life away from them, to suddenly pursue a passion you thought was shared only to have to do it all on your own.. He thinks it’s amazing that you’re even listening to him rant about his nostalgia, even when he knows his thoughts seem incoherent, even when he currently doesn’t even know how to define himself.

In a dimly lit park in Azabu, you and Atsumu find solace in each other’s solitude.

He doesn’t know how he managed to basically word vomit to a stranger issues he finds too embarrassing to even mention to his brother, yet here he is. He doesn’t even know why barely two hours ago you were feeling each other up at a club, about to go back to his hotel room and drunkenly fuck, but now here you were at a park in the middle of a ritzy neighborhood in Tokyo, sharing snacks, stories and innocent kisses.

Talking to you, kissing you, hell even drunkenly shopping for food with you felt like second nature to him, as if you had been with him all along and this was just part of you two’s routine. Atsumu doesn’t know why though, since you couldn’t be more different from him.

You, who finds sparks of interest then bravely torches it aflame, letting it change your life as you go along. Then there’s him, lucky to have found his passion early on, pursuing it steadfastly since then, letting it consume and define him.

Perhaps it was the fact that you found each other incredibly attractive and you both were just looking for some sort of release, sexual or not.

Or honestly, maybe it’s the shared loneliness of being newly minted adults, trying to navigate life on your own without the familiar crutches only youth affords.

Whatever it is, Atsumu finds himself even more drawn to you.

“Being alone, if it’s together with you, isn’t so bad after all,” he thinks.

He watches you as you look up to observe the night sky rapidly fading to make room for the soft pastels of dawn, a soft smile painting your pretty lips. He doesn’t realize he mirrors your smile as soon as he sees it.

At 23, Atsumu doesn’t know the answers to a lot of things. He knows now that you don’t either, but he definitely knows then that he wants you to be there with him as you both figure it all out.

Saturday, 3:45pm JST

“I need a favor Samu. I need to make dinner to pair with onigiri. Oh wait, actually I also need to make onigiri. Tuna scallion.”

“You? Cookin? What?”

“It’s for this girl...”

“A girl agreed to let you cook for her? Is she sane? Conscious? Did you force her?”

“Fuck off!”

“Bet.”

Osamu hangs up.

Atsumu panics and calls him back immediately.

“Fuck I’m sorry!! I’m sorry! I… mighthavetoldherIcookwelltoimpressher.”

“Ah so you’re posin’ as me. I knew I was the superior twin.”

“You wish!! But please... I really like her. It’s the girl from yesterday.”

In all 23 years of being Atsumu’s brother, Osamu had never heard of Atsumu wanting to impress a girl by actually doing something for her. Buying them all the shit they could want, taking them out to eat wherever they want, sure. But actively taking time out of his day, time that could’ve been spent training, to do something for someone else, not even sure if the end result might pay off?

This was new.

Knowing Tsumu’s lack of patience and short attention span, the food will be barely edible. He knows Tsumu expects this to happen already; so he’s intrigued that his brother really insists on trying.

He’s always known Atsumu to be a gambler on court. Off court, he takes the safe routes. So for him to suddenly take a gamble like this, you must have been pretty damn special.

“Alright, scrub. I’ll send you the ingredients list. Facetime me when you’re back in the kitchen.”

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Notes: The places noted in the story are based on real locations in Tokyo. See below if you’d like to imagine more vividly where you and Atsumu’s adventures took place. :)

Locations used:

1. Rooftop bar/restaurant - Ce la Vi, Shibuya

2. 3am club - 1Oak, Minato

3. Conbini - Lawson's (any one of them in Azabu)

4. Park - Mamiana Park, Azabu

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