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readyplayerhobi · 4 years

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Flower | 29

; Hoseok x Reader

;Genre: Fluff, slight angst

; Warnings: Discussions of periods and contraception

; Word Count: 4.6k

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: I know it’s taking a long time for me to update this but I hope you enjoy it :D Please reblog if you do and let me know what you think my commenting on this or sending me an ask!

; Flower Masterpost

“Hey, meeps,” You hear Hoseok’s voice calling to you from the end of the aisle, his new nickname for you now gaining its own nickname as well. “If sunflower oil is made from sunflowers, and coconut oil is made from coconuts...then baby oil…”

He trails off, raising his eyebrows and giving you a scandalous look as he holds up a bottle of baby oil. For a moment, you just stare at him blankly before sighing and rolling your eyes in amusement. Taking the bottle from him, you place it back down onto the shelf before linking your arm through his.

Thankfully, he lets you direct him back to the little section they have in this makeup and skincare store that’s fully dedicated to Korean beauty. This is one of those strange stores where they have tons of products that are basically on sale yet also have branded stuff alongside it. Not that you cared though; it had the Korean brands you swore by for your skin and you were more than tempted to try out the Japanese beauty stand next to it.

For someone who isn’t particularly bothered about the whole concept of skincare, though you had managed to convince him to at least improve his routine, Hoseok was being a pretty good boyfriend right now. He hadn’t complained about the half an hour you’d spent perusing the makeup to find new stuff to put into your collection and he still wasn’t complaining as you filled your basket with face masks.

If anything, he’d managed to entertain himself quite well.

But you think he was being good purely because you’d gone with him to a concert last night. It had been for one of his favourite bands, Metallica, and he’d ended up with a spare ticket as Jungkook had ended up ill with food poisoning. He had been about to go on his own, but you hadn’t liked the thought of him being lonely so you’d gone with him.

You’d recognised some of the songs they’d played from whenever Hoseok played them in the car or the house but it hadn’t been your scene. Still, it had been fun enough and you’d more than enjoyed seeing Hoseok happy as he’d rocked out to his beloved band.

It did mean that you were exceptionally tired today though as the two of you hadn’t gotten home from the stadium they’d performed in until after 2 am. That had been the closest performance apparently and you’d been shattered, sleeping until well after 11 am. Hoseok had promised you a day of relaxation, which you’d jumped on by asking him to do a full Korean skincare routine with you tonight.

He’d agreed, and you’d eagerly dragged him out to this store to replenish your supplies. The makeup was just because it was there and you couldn’t resist it. Already you were coming up with ideas for looks in your head that you could create and then put onto your Instagram. Moving places had meant that you hadn’t done many looks lately and you were eager to change that.

Especially now that you had a yard to take nice photos in. Hoseok and you had both been working hard on the weekends and evenings to transform the yard from the overgrown mess it had been into something nice. Nothing too amazing or expensive as it wasn’t your own house but nice enough that it made from some pretty aesthetic photos.

Placing a final bottle of moisturiser in your basket, you smile at Hoseok and hold it up proudly. He just looks at you in amusement for a second before smiling back.

“All done! We can go to pay now.” While you pay for all your new stuff, he goes and waits outside for you. Which you discover means he intently window shops at the video game store, getting that look on his face when he wants to do something.

Feeling that your bladder is a little too full right now, you glance over to where the public restrooms are and move over to Hoseok. “You can go in if you want, I’m going to the restroom so I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He takes your bag for you like the gentleman he is before disappearing inside, immediately making a beeline for the Playstation 4 section. You have a feeling he might be about to drop some money given how interested he’d been in some of the new games that have been released in the last few months.

Any thoughts of games are wiped from your mind very quickly though when you’re on the toilet. The sight of red staining your underwear has your eyes widening in horror as you realise that your period has decided to make an early appearance. For a moment you simply stare, brow creasing before you reach for your bag and grab your phone.

The period app you use says that you shouldn’t have started for another four days and you curse your body for doing whatever it likes. Scowling at the stain, you attempt to clean it before sighing in defeat, acknowledging that at least you were wearing black jeans today.

Another rummage in your bag causes you to find another problem, this one sending ice water running through your veins. Grabbing it and placing it onto your knees, you visually scan through every space and almost pull out the entire contents before letting out a small sound of despair.

You had no tampons.

Cursing to yourself quietly, you finish up and make do with an almost ridiculously large amount of toilet paper. Rushing out, you wash your hands before moving over to the machine that always had condoms, sanitary pads and tampons.

Only to see the ‘sold out’ sign on both the buttons you need. Groaning quietly, you do a little dance of frustration as you realise there are not even any other women in the restroom for you to ask. Not that you would. As if your social anxiety would allow for that!

So instead you have to slink outside and into the game shop, lip jutting out in a slight pout as you become hyper-aware of yourself. Can other people smell the blood? What if you leak through all the toilet paper and it does somehow show through your jeans?! What if you leak through onto a chair!

Hoseok wanted to get something to eat after this and you were dreading having to sit there for ages. Playing with your fingers nervously, you move over to where he’s crouched in front of the PS4 stand. He already has two game cases in his hand and is reading the back of another one, your bag of goodies on the floor between his feet.

Glancing up at you, he grins brightly before showing the cover of one of the cases he’s got.

“Look! The Spider-Man game is on sale! You want to play this, right?” Absentmindedly, you nod. The back of your mind takes in the fact that he’s also got Divinity: Original Sin 2 in his ‘buy’ hand and the other case he’s considering is the Doom remake. You wish that you could let him browse more but the drug store wasn’t close by and you didn’t want to just abandon him suddenly.

Still, the thought of what was going on down below was overwhelming and you found yourself shaking his shoulder slightly.

“Hey, are you done? Can we go?” Reaching down, you take your bag back and stand back as he rises, the crease between his brows letting you know he’s a little confused as to why you’re suddenly rushing him. He knows full well that there’s nothing important you need to do.

Still, though, he doesn’t question it and instead nods slowly. While he goes and pays for the games he’s buying, you go to wait by the entrance. Wrapping your arms around your waist, you realise that the low ache in your back that you’d had for a day or so was one of those early symptoms you got of your period.

Only you hadn’t thought anything about it. Not when you’d spent a few hours last night stood up. You’d just thought it was because you’d done a lot of work in the yard combined with the concert. Apparently not.

You’re pretty much already walking in the direction of the drug store by the time Hoseok comes out, causing him to have to jog to catch up with you. All you can think about is whether or not walking faster or slower would make things worse.

“Woah, hey, where are we going?” Hoseok asks, matching his speed to yours. You’re just thankful that there are not too many people out shopping today because it would only increase your stress levels if there was a big queue that you had to wait in or something.

“Just, to this store.” Admittedly, you’re not being very open and honest right now. But you’re embarrassed. Hoseok is fully aware of your periods and that they’re very much a thing that happens. They’d become a little more irregular recently as you’d had a copper IUD put in around a month before moving in with him.

Nothing drastic or anything, but then again they were also sometimes longer and a little heavier than you were used to when you were on the pill. It wasn’t exactly something you enjoyed talking about with anyone though; Soyeon and Chungha were pretty open about this kind of stuff but you had always mostly stayed quiet whenever they talked about it.

Which was silly. They were women who fully understood what you were going through and Hoseok understood that it was a monthly event. So it wasn’t like he’d be shocked to find out or anything. If anything, you’d probably done a bit of a bad job in explaining some things to him as you’d always got too shy whenever he’d asked things.

That was bad, you were well aware. But you’d only really got comfortable talking about sexual things with him. You knew that there were guys who thought it was gross that women bled for a week or so. Hoseok had never made those kinds of comments, but still. You were a work in progress.

“We’ve already been in here, why are you dragging me like Jason Voorhees is running after us with a knife?” He whines when you enter the store. You’re not surprised he’s confused because he’s right, you had come in here earlier and picked up what you needed. Still, though, he follows close by.

“I thought we didn’t need anything else.” Comes from him next, his lip pouting and you get the sense that he wanted to spend more time in the game store. A rush of guilt and shame washes over you, causing you to grip his hand even tighter as you shuffle awkwardly in place for a moment.

Finally in the store though, you realise just how silly you’re being with him. It’s not like he’s going to get outraged or upset. And you’re sure he’d have been much more willing to come along if he hadn’t been dragged along half the street with no idea what was happening.

Leaning into him, you cough slightly before swallowing as you feel yourself go hot with anxiety.

“My period started.” You whisper, keeping the words quiet enough so that he can hear them without having anyone else overhear. Though the rational part of your mind knew that you shouldn’t give a flying fuck what anyone else thought. It was a natural, bodily function and all that.

Your mind has never quite done things rationally though.

Hoseok has heard you though, you can tell by the way his head tilts to the side ever so slightly. But his expression is blank for a moment before his brow creases in obvious confusion, lips pursing as he contemplates what you’ve just told him.

“Okay...so why are we here?” Annnnd there it is. That famed male obliviousness to female problems. You couldn’t get annoyed at him though, not when he was good with you on everything else. He was cute.

“It’s early? And I have nothing to use. So I need to buy some.” His face changes immediately when he understands finally, mouth curving into an ‘o’ shape as he lets out a noise of recognition. It then contorts into worry for you, his eyes glancing down to your crotch area with wide eyes.

“Wait, so that means you’re...just…” He creates a rushing gesture with his hands, imitating a waterfall as he makes a ‘whoosh’ noise with his mouth. It’s a little too loud for your liking and you hiss at him, poking at his stomach before quickly pulling him over to the menstrual health aisle.

“I’ve used some toilet paper but it probably won’t last. It’s come on pretty hard and fast today. Please don’t laugh.” You beg him and his face sobers immediately, eyes darting over your own as he takes in your distressed appearance. Licking at his lips, he inhales deeply before nodding.

“Okay, you use tampons, right? So like...which ones? You never keep the box.” Automatically he starts to look over all the boxes of tampons; staring at the brands, types and absorption levels like he’s reading signs in Mandarin or something. It makes you want to laugh, despite the situation.

You appreciate his eagerness to help though, even when he points at random boxes with absolutely zero knowledge of what it was.

“What’s the difference in the brands? Is there a difference? Or is it like...when you buy those store brand biscuits and realise they taste the same as the branded biscuits only to find out that they’re made in the same factory and just relabelled?” That makes you snort with amusement, particularly as he’s now holding up a box of Tampax and a store brand to try and see the difference.

He’s not finished yet though, and even though you still feel the urgency to just grab some and run, you can’t help but let him entertain you. Because that’s what he’s doing. You’re not oblivious, you’ve realised over time that if you’re feeling anxious or uncomfortable or shy, Hoseok will often use humour to distract you away from your negativity.

It’s nice, which is why you let him carry on for a minute or so more.

“What are the drops for? And what’s the difference between regular and super? I mean, I think you’re pretty super but is this like...super big or something? Wait, is this plastic?! How does it absorb blood if it’s plastic?” Rolling your eyes at him, you bite your lip to stop the laughter that wants to escape before reaching past him to grab the box you usually buy.

Lifting it, you decide for a quick crash course in tampons. As your boyfriend, you never know when you might need him to run out to the store for some and the last thing you need is him bringing the entirely wrong type back.

“I use Tampax, purely cos it’s just the brand I’ve always used and I’m familiar with it. Super and regular are like the absorption so you’d use a super for the first few days when a period is heaviest. Hence why I’m getting these. The drops are the absorption rating too basically and it’s not plastic, that’s just the applicator that makes it easier to insert.” You say it all pretty quickly, but quietly enough that only he hears.

Not that there’s any need, the store is loud enough that your conversation can’t be overheard and on top of that, there’s no one in this aisle anyway. But Hoseok nods thoughtfully, scanning the front of the box carefully.

“When we get home, I think I need a crash course in periods because I’m feeling pretty useless and dumb right now.” Laughing, you lean up to kiss his cheek quickly before heading in the direction of the cashiers.

“We can do that for you. It’s better to be educated after all. This is where I find out that you have this bizarre knowledge that is unbelievably wrong and I cringe.” Hoseok doesn’t answer back to that, causing you to look back and chuckle at his meek shrug and wince.

“What can I say? I’ve never had a girlfriend long enough to learn and education in high school was terrible. I’m not even gonna try to defend myself.” Humming lightly, you grin at him as you pay before heading out of the store. Looking in the direction of the toilets, you twist your lips as you consider your options.

“You want to eat at that place, right?” You ask, nodding your head towards the Japanese place that was down the opposite end of the street. Hoseok looks that way and nods, confirming his desire to you. Already you can feel your stomach rumble as you imagine the delicious food.

“Okay, we’ll just go there and I’ll go straight to the restroom in there. Come on.” Reaching you, you take his hand and smile up at him, your walk not so hurried now compared to before. Not that you aren’t completely aware of the fact that you’re free bleeding from your vagina right now, but walking faster might just aggravate it more.

You had what you needed, so now you could relax a little more.

“Why are there so many steps in this? Don’t you get bored?” Hoseok mumbles, his words a little slurred due to the fact you’re rubbing serum into his cheeks. He’s already been here for ages in the bathroom as you’d used a cleanser to clean his face before exfoliating and then using toner on some cotton pads.

You could tell that he was amused by the whole situation, even though he’d seen you do this many times before. But it was different experiencing it for himself you supposed. Still, he looked so adorable and you cooed to him, squishing his cheeks even more in amusement.

“No. It’s relaxing. You’re supposed to relax.” That makes him scowl, the expression not nearly as intense as he was going for given you’ve got his lips in the cutest pout. Still, you’re finished with that part so you let him go, laughing as he runs his fingers over his skin.

“I’m not relaxed. More...manhandled.” Scoffing, you roll your eyes as you get to work rubbing the serum you need into your skin, focusing on your eyes. The dark circles beneath them were far too...well dark for your liking.

“Okay, how’s your skin lately? Dry? Oily?” Frowning at you, he twists his lips as he considers your question. He’s been taking better care of his skin than he had been before dating you, but you knew that he still didn’t care that much. Surprisingly though, he has an answer for you.

“Dry?” Nodding to yourself, you reach through your box of face masks and pull out a moisturising one. Handing it over to him, you take your own and rip it open, pulling out the mask and carefully putting it on. Hoseok watches you intently before opening up his mask, his face immediately twisting into a cringe.

“Ewwww, oh my god. Why is it so slimy?!” He whines, holding it over the sink like it’s some monster that might kill him. With the mask on your face, you can’t laugh properly like you want to.

“Stop being a baby and put it on.” With a little more whining, he does so, lining it up and putting it onto his face. What follows is then complaints that it’s also cold and feels weird, causing you to roll your eyes at him once more as you help to smooth out any creases in it.

“Right, we’ve got to keep this on for twenty minutes so let’s go watch some Netflix,” Looking over him, you take in how he still manages to look handsome even with a white sheet mask on. “It’s not fair that you always look so good. Honestly.”

Hoseok just shrugs before licking his lips, his reaction immediate as he registers the foul taste. “Oh fuck me, what the fuck. This tastes fucking vile!”

“...you’re not meant to eat it, babe, they don’t make it for the taste.” He washes his hands in the sink to get rid of the remaining residue before following you out to the couch in the living room, Netflix still paused on the large television screen. Kasumi is curled up on her cat tree, fluffy body small as she sleeps quietly.

For around ten minutes, neither of you speak as you continue to watch Warrior Nun. It’s surprisingly got both your attention hooked, so you’re a little surprised when Hoseok suddenly speaks up and distracts you.

“Hey...I know this is a weird time to talk about this but after your whole period thing today it reminded me. So, I’ve been thinking lately. You definitely don’t want kids...right?” He looks at you and you get the impression he would raise his brow if he could. When you nod in response, he blows out a breath slowly.

“Okay...how would you feel if I said I wanted to get a vasectomy? I mean, I know you’ve said you don’t want kids but there’s always a chance that you might and a vasectomy is pretty final. Despite what people say.” Now it’s your for your expression to be mostly hidden by your face mask, your eyes widening until your eyelashes are uncomfortably touching the edges of the holes.

“You want that? I thought guys normally got all weirded out at that prospect. And I don’t want kids, ever. Full stop. Are you sure?” Of all the things you were going to be discussing tonight, you did not expect it to be this. It’s almost amusing that Hoseok has decided right now is the time for something so serious, when you both look so silly.

“I do. I just...I don’t want to risk a pregnancy and I know you’re scared of that too. Also, it’d put less stress on you, I know most birth control is usually aimed at women except for condoms and it’s a lot easier for me to get a vasectomy than for you to get anything done.” That makes you snort in acknowledgement, shifting on the couch until you pull your leg up and wrap your arms around it.

“Yeah, because god forbid a woman not want to fulfil her natural duty and pop out a kid, right?”

“I’ve been looking into it, I’m pretty sure I could get one. If not, I’ll just talk the doctor’s ear off until they let me. Because it’s gonna happen. It’s way easier and less stressful than anything you have to do.” His dual concern for not wanting to cause an accidental pregnancy that neither of you wanted along with not wanting the burden to fall too heavily on you warms you, causing you to reach out and grasp his hand tightly as you squeeze at it.

“Is it easy? Or quick?”

“Apparently. Some guys say it doesn’t hurt at all, others said it hurts. But...I’m pretty sure I want it. I just wanted to check with you that you’d be okay with the idea too. As I said, it’s final.” Hoseok smiles at you as best he can, causing you to shuffle a little closer to him. You’d like to rest your head against his shoulder but you’d just get it covered in face mask gunk.

“I mean, it’s your body. It doesn’t have anything to do with me.” Pointing this out to him, you look up and tilt your head, your statement almost a question.

It makes him sigh and focus on your hands, shifting them until he could interlink his fingers with your own. You let him do so, figuring he should probably be taking the lead in this conversation. It is about him after all.

“We’re in a relationship. A serious relationship and this decision would affect both of us. It’s cutting off the chance for biological kids, despite people saying you might be able to reverse it. I feel you should have a say too.” Nodding slowly, you hum lightly as you consider his words carefully.

“Well, if you want it then I’ll support you completely. I never want children so you don’t have to worry about that. It’s your decision, but I just want to make sure you think it over properly and do research, okay? Don’t go rushing into it.” That makes him snort in amusement.

“Meeps, if there’s one thing you should know by now; it’s that men do not take decisions regarding their dick and balls lightly. You can be damn sure I’m going to be 100% in my decision if I’m going to let someone come near my balls with a scalpel or somet.” The way he says this is so matter of fact that you can’t help but laugh, the sound not as big or bright as you’d like it to be given you still had your mask on.

“Man, I can’t believe I’m talking about someone knifing my balls while I’m sitting here looking like a dollar store Michael Myers.” Hoseok points at himself, his bemusement clearly obvious despite his poor Halloween costume and you giggle softly.

Reaching out, you run your fingers through his hair that’s currently being held back by a bandana and smile at him softly. “Come on, let’s go get these off and start looking human again.”

Hoseok follows you immediately, already peeling the face mask off and making casual comments about how the mask isn’t as slimy as it had once been. You take off your own and drop it into the small bin in the bathroom, making sure that he does the same.

“Okay, rub it in and pat it dry. Make sure you get the excess to go on your throat and stuff, it’s good for your skin there too.” Hoseok looks in the mirror, his face shining obscenely from the residue leftover and grimaces.

“Ew, this feels...gross,” One hand presses to his skin, rubbing it in and cringing. “Is this what it feels like when I cum on your face?”

The comment is so random that you pause for a moment, all thoughts disappearing as you comprehend what he’s just said. A glance at him makes you realise he’s being completely serious, his expression focused on rubbing his face as you’d told him. It’s moments like this that make you love him even more, the blasé comments he makes that are so funny and yet also x-rated.

“No...not really. That’s more...well it’s not all over, you know? And it’s thicker than this. And I don’t know why I’m explaining this to you. You know what your cum feels like.” A snort from him gives away his bemusement.

“Yeah, but I’ve never smeared it all over my face before.”

“Maybe you should. Experience it for yourself for once. It’s not all that good for you by the way, despite what people say. It has protein but it’s not enough to make it worthwhile or anything, so don’t think I’m going to be asking you for your special facials anytime soon.” Looking away from him, you grab the next item on your routine before looking at him with a smirk.

“Damn, there goes my plan to be self-sufficient. Could’ve made a whole organic spa thing out of it.”

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fourmisfitz · 5 years

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#13 for the drabble prompt with BxRxR?? Xx

“It’s all over the walls” Theyre such kids oh my god have fun

You pushed open your apartment door with your hip, carrying two boxes that had been delivered.

You leaned your shoulder back to close it and started reading the labelled stickers to figure out where the packages came from. As you did so, Ben’s head poked out from down the hall and tiptoed down.

“Hello, love.” A soft, low voice cooed right in your ear from behind you, making you jump.

“Christ,” You breathed, a chuckle forming as you turned to see the face attached to the voice. You spun around and Ben lingered a quick kiss on your lips as he relieved your arms of the weight with a smile.

“God, you’re a gem.” He marveled at your facial features.

“Well you’re in a good mood,” You raised eyebrows at him, smiling back.

He shrugged, “Someone has to be.”

You began to give him a questioning look when a third voice cursed loudly down the hallway.

Ben rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath as he jerked his head towards the ajar door to follow him, hugging the boxes.

The pair of you entered what was designated to become your shared office space when another irked remark was muttered from Rogers’ lips.

“Ohh, my Go- what the hell are you doing?” You asked, already exhausted at the sight.

“Rog? Something you’d like to tell us?”

Apparently the sight had intensified since Ben last saw, too.

“Oh, hey guys,” Roger’s rings clattered against metal as he tapped his fingers in a nervous rhythm.

“It’s all over the walls, how did you even manage that?” You looked around, petrified.

He looked around from the ladder he had stationed himself on all afternoon, ogling the walls. They had been painted a light taupe shade but now ropes and freckles of white were splattered about them.

“It’s gonna get ugly before it gets pretty.” He shrugged, attempting to excuse himself.

“Yeah but,” Ben set down the delivery and walked over to offer Roger a hand down. “You were supposed to repaint the ceiling, not avante-garde the fresh walls.” He chuckled.

“Sparks creativity.”

You looked around the room, your feet shuffling atop the littered newspaper.

“Every. wall.”

“At least I’m consistent.” He defended.

Roger clattered down and the boys watched as you continued evaluating the situation.

“It’s not gonna change the more you stare at it, love.” Ben spoke nervously.

Roger pointed a finger to the messily painted ceiling, “Tequila. Lots of it.”

You nodded your face in your palm as your other hand clung to your elbow, too tired to be upset.

_____

You were laying against Ben’s warm chest as the three of you sat in the room, blankets and pillows cushioning you. The three of you had just recently moved into a temporary flat together until you could get a proper house sometime down the line, and your new living space furniture had yet to arrive, so you settled for the floor. It was like a wholesome, cozy fort guarded by limbs and giggles.

The only light in the dark room was shone from a table lamp that had been placed on the floor by an exposed outlet. You held a whiskey glass of tequila in one hand as your other forearm folded against your chest, left hand clutching your right bicep. Roger sat cross-legged with the bottle in hand, making Ben the mom of the night, but he didn’t mind.

Roger swished the liquid around with his thumb covering the hole, creating a contained whirlpool in the glass bottle.

“You know,” You stripped a slice of pizza from the box beside you, tilting your head to look around again, “It’s kinda growing on me.”

“Yeah, not as bitter as your preferred vodka.” Roger bit his lip in concentration, intensifying his swirling motions.

You looked over as Ben was already removing the drink from his hands. Roger whined before Ben’s torso stretched beneath you to place a sweet kiss on his temple.

You shook your head gently, “I meant the room, idiot,” chuckling to yourself.

Ben had wrapped his arm around you, overlapping yours as his other remained in Rogers grasp on the floor.

“I could get used to the abstract look.” Ben offered.

Roger let out a sassy ‘hmf’.

“How did you even manage that, anyway, Rog?” You looked around at the stripes wisped around the walls.

“Was hard to paint with just the brush.” He rasped, slumping down to lay back on one of his fur coats.

You yanked a bite off your slice.

“Hey, Rog…” Ben began.

Roger hummed sleepily beside him in question.

“What did you order?”

He let out a slightly more intrigued hum.

“In those boxes over there that got delivered today, what did you-”

Roger shot his head up, wide-eyed in the direction of the stacked pile. He jumped to his feet nearly knocking over the bottle of tequila and turned to you before bolting out the door, returning moments later with a pair of scissors.

He split the blades and swiftly cut open the securing tape of both as you and Ben exchanged a glance.

Rogers back hunched over slightly to peer into the packaging and moved the other to the side. He tore off some plastic and tossed it before his head dropped with a disappointed groan.

“Well, what is it?” Ben chuckled.

Roger turned around slowly, a paint roller in one hand and a spill tray in the other, offering a small guilty laugh.

“Roger,” You groaned, dipping your head back into Ben’s shoulder.

“Are you kidding me?” Ben’s voice vibrated against your back.

“I’ll repaint it tomorrow.” He groaned before you could scold him, low and quiet.

You glanced up at Ben for a moment before pushing yourself to your feet.

You took the objects under your armfrom his dangling hands before lifting his chin and placing a reassuring kiss to his lips.

“Don’t you dare.” You whispered, giving him a little smile, which he immediately mimicked.

Just as you and Roger got comfortable in each others eyes, Ben had hobbled up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, but as he did, his foot twisted in a blanket on the floor.

The tools you held clamored to the floor as you fell forward into Roger’s weak stance, and it produced a domino effect, knocking Roger into the ladder behind him.

White. Went. Everywhere.

The three of you stood there, mouths agape, shoulders to ears in a brace, frozen as a paint can swiveled on the ground.

“You put the can of paint at the top?” You asked through a tense jaw.

“What else was I supposed to do?”

You huffed, relaxed your shoulders and bent down to the mess at your feet.

“Oh, no no, it’s fine, yeah, just um,” You dipped a slender brush in the can as a tipsy Roger began nodding in acceptance of your apology, “as long as white is your colour.”

“As long as white- love what the-” You cut him off by shamelessly flicking a heavy glob of paint at him. It dripped down his old t-shirt as you stood there, stifling your bubbling laughs with a hand.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, but that’s what you-” You gasped as Roger rolled a wide stripe from your shoulder to your opposite hip with the dripping roller. “Ohh, you are so on.”

Ben stood behind you in amusement, his mouth wide open as you pursed your lips and lunged toward Roger, painting his neck white.

You hummed in approval. “I was right, white definitely suits you.” You giggled proudly, but your mouth quickly formed into an ‘o’ as you felt a cold swipe smear across your forehead.

“Ben!” You whined, trying to hold back your laughs.

A wide toothy grin covered his cheeks as he dabbed a fingertip of white on your nose before pulling your jaw in for a tender kiss.

You hummed in contention for a moment until your eyes sparked open to see Roger lifting the can above his head behind Ben. You shrieked and hopped back as Ben got covered in the remnants of paint that hadn’t spilled around your feet.

The metal of the can hit the floor instantly.

Everyone paused for a moment before Roger began apologizing as it was meant for you.

Ben closed his eyes and bit his lip, slowly reaching out to you for your paintbrush. You gladly obliged and handed it to him with a small smirk on your face.

“Ben, really I’m sorry,” He snickered, only being semi-genuine in his guilt as streaks poured down his neck.

Ben turned around, waving the brush in his hand as Roger took a cautious step back, grabbing the other box and holding it up as a shield.

“Oh you better run, Taylor.” He dared.

Ben chased him out as you looked around and sighed, but couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

You shook your head with a smile on your face, walking over to pick up the abandoned can and try to pour the paint from the layered sheets protecting the hardwood floors back into it. You were so focused, you didn’t hear company tiptoe up behind you.

Your eyes flickered to the silhouettes of two people cast on the wall in front of you from the doorway behind you.

“Finally get even?” You murmured, turning your head over your shoulder in your crouched position, but just as you did, a stream of paint poured over your hair.

You gasped and tensed up, squeezing your eyes shut in astonishment as it ran down your back.

The boys snickered as you wiped a stream from your hairline than began to trail down your face.

“What was in the other box?” You asked monotonously, though it was pretty much a rhetorical question.

“ ‘Nother can of paint.” Roger shrugged as Ben bit his lip.

You stood up and walked over to their unit.

Roger raised his roller to block any oncoming attack.

“Hey- I still know how to use this,” Roger began to warn you.

“Hold your fire, blondie.” You calmly gripped the wet tool and lowered it as you kissed his sticky cheek.

“You’ve got white on your lips, now.” Ben laughed, his thumb gently wiping it from your mouth as you smiled.

“Not the first time she’s been told that.” Roger quipped, earning a darting look from you before you looked back at Ben. He nodded promptly at you.

“Hey!” Roger exclaimed, your white hand ruffling his hair.

“Alright, kiddos, let’s get cleaned up.” He clapped his hands and sent a nod towards the bathroom but you and Roger were already sharing a look as if someone had just tested you.

“What?”

“You called us kiddos.”

You withdrew your hand from Rogers nest of hair.

“We’re childish but we’re no children to mess with on this playground.” Roger declared.

“You better run, babe.” You tilted your head at him, swaying the roller you’d taken from Roger as you gave him a head start.

Needless to say it was a messy, messy night…

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