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I’ve been awol for a while because I’ve been working all summer and I’ve recently moved back to school and life has been busy but I’ve actually been working on this for four months (between my episodes of writers block and working on my other wip) but I am finally back with another one shot! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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Description: Phil finds himself stuck in an airport in Florida when a nasty storm blows in from the coast. His phone is dying and his will to live without it is too. He stumbles across a cute brunette who may be just as dorky as himself, and of course flirting ensues. And maybe this cute stranger has a charger to spare? Really your goal as a reader is to solve the incredible important mystery of whether or not he gets his phone charged (and maybe have a little Phan story along the way)

Warnings: mentions of depression, swearing, smut, the usual

Phil hated airports.

Actually, that’s not entirely factual.

It wasn’t that he hated the airports themselves, although they weren’t anything to write home about, honestly. He was actually just a little annoyed with the delays. Like, how many times can a flight be delayed before it’s just cancelled altogether? Phil didn’t know, and he really didn’t want to find out.

His flight back home to London had already been delayed twice, each time for another hour. He couldn’t tell much from looking outside other than the fact that it looked like it was nearing midnight, although the clock on his phone told him it was barely four in the afternoon. In theory, he knew that this meant the storm was really bad and he should be concerned for his safety, but he didn’t see the point in being too fussed about it, considering he was in a massive building and they weren’t on the coast.

Luckily, his family had flown back the day before. Since he was now a responsible, financially stable adult, he’d bought his own tickets and hotel room. Unfortunately, he had misunderstood the dates that the rest of his family was flying out, and he’d booked everything a day late. Which really hadn’t upset him all that much anyway, since it had been a week-long trip. He was just annoyed about it now that he was having to wait in the stupid airport while his family was already safe and sound back in England. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t upset about the part where his family was safe; obviously he was glad they’d gotten home fine, but he was just irritated at the inconvenience of waiting.

He’d gotten bored sitting in the boarding area of his flight, so he’d been wandering the airport, staying close enough to check to flight board every now and then as he popped into the different shops throughout the massive building. He’d stumbled into a little airport café at some point, and after ordering a caramel macchiato he’d settled into a booth close to the front. Bored, he pulls out his phone with the intention of playing flappy bird. After only a few tries, he gets the message that his phone battery is at twenty percent. Wonderful. His charger is wherever his main suitcase is, so he’s out of luck for now.

He sighs, looking out of the window to look at the unideal weather they were stuck in. If someone had told him that his trip to America would be this hard to come back from, he’d never have gone in the first place. Well, that probably wasn’t entirely true either; he loved going to Disney World with his family, and just because he was stuck in the airport due to some sort of hurricane didn’t mean he regretted going on the trip entirely.

Phil tries very hard to keep this in mind ten minutes later when he’s walked out of the café to check the flight board, only to find that his flight has been delayed another three hours. He lets out a long, annoyed breath, apparently startling the man standing next to him. “Sorry,” he mumbles, embarrassed. He normally wasn’t such a sour person, even in the face of inconveniences like this. He fully blamed it on the fact that not only was he stuck in the airport, but he didn’t have his phone charger.

“’S fine,” the man responds, his voice causing Phil to take a second look.

He wouldn’t have bothered if he hadn’t heard a familiar accent, but upon realizing this man is also British, Phil can’t help it. He takes a moment to survey the man’s profile, trying his hardest to be casual about it. The man was tall, maybe an inch taller than himself, although it’s hard to tell from the poor posture he possesses. His hair is a deep brown, and so curly that Phil can only marvel at it for a moment. He’s dressed almost entirely in black, aside from the white t-shirt that he’s wearing under the black bomber jacket. It’s a good look on him, Phil thinks, although, he could probably use a little color.

Almost as if his thought has summoned the attention of the stranger, his heard turns, catching Phil staring at him. Too embarrassed to do much of anything, Phil looks down, feeling his face heat up. “Where are you headed?” The man’s voice says softly, breaking the silence.

Glancing up, Phil takes in his dark brown eyes, unsurprised that they match his hair perfectly. “London,” he answers with a nod to the board. “I mean, I’m obviously not headed there for another eighty-four years, or however long it takes the storm to pass,” he attempts a joke, smiling broadly when the brunette laughs.

“Right? I’m going to be collecting social security by the time we get on the damn plane,” the brunette rolls his eyes, bringing a hand up to brush a stray curl back. Phil unashamedly follows the motion, returning his gaze when his hand falls away.

“Definitely,” Phil says, a little awkwardly as he scrambles for something else to say.

Before he even has the chance, the man’s phone begins ringing, and he shoots Phil an apologetic smile as he fishes it out. “Nice meeting you, mate,” he says easily before turning and pacing away, bringing his phone up to his ear as he goes.

Phil tries his hardest not to pout, but he is a little annoyed at this turn of events. He’d wanted to keep talking to the rather attractive stranger, if only for some company with someone who isn’t American. Nothing against Americans, of course; he just felt it was easier to hold a conversation with someone he had more in common with. That and, well he was rather attractive, and Phil definitely wouldn’t have been averse to flirting with him a bit.

Sadly, all of that is now out of the picture, as the brunette turns a corner, disappearing from his sight, probably forever. Phil heaves a deep sigh. Oh well. It’s not like he was seriously looking for anyone, especially not just someone he happened to stumble across at an airport.

Resigning himself for a life devoid of cute British brunette guys who have a sense of humor that matches his own, he finds himself walking away from his terminal yet again, on the lookout for something interesting to occupy his time. When he finds the Disney World merch store, he’s intrigued, but decides not to stop. He’d had his fill of the little cartoon mice this week.

Instead, he finds himself in the Kennedy Space Center shop. It was always amazing to go in and see all the cool space stuff, and he quickly forgot his encounter with the cute stranger as he searched through the various t-shirts on a rack.

That is, until he glances over at another shopper and finds none other than the cute stranger himself. Although he’s a little surprised to see him again, Phil finds himself smiling, casually making his way around the circle of clothes to get a little closer to him. “Fancy seeing you again,” he says casually as he shoots the man a friendly smile.

The brunette’s gaze shoots up at his voice, his lips quirking up into a small smile. “I see you’re a nerd as well, then.” His cheek dips with the indentation of a dimple, and Phil nearly swoons on the spot.

Nodding, he grins. “Oh, absolutely. Space, Pokemon, Buffy, the whole nine yards for sure.” He holds a shirt out and grimaces at it; it’s tacky, with ugly cats in space suits on it.

“Right. You look like the type,” the brunette smiles, leaning his elbow on the rack closest to him and observing Phil as he goes to put the shirt back. “Wait, wait. Can I see that?” His eyes flick from the ugly shirt up to meet Phil’s gaze, and he makes a face but hands it over.

Phil watches with distaste as the other man turns the shirt around, looking at how the cats are shown from the back on the back of the shirt. He’s got this adorable little smile on his face, and Phil can’t help but thinking even though it’s possibly the ugliest shirt he’s ever seen in his life, it would probably look fantastic on him. He considers that it’s probably a strange thing to think of a complete stranger, but that still doesn’t stop him from saying it. “That’ll look cute on you.” He smirks when the other man’s cheeks flood with a light pink color, pleased by this reaction.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, tucking the shirt back in the rack before filtering through it, probably looking for his size. He glances over his shoulder at Phil before smiling sweetly. “I’m Dan. I don’t think I said that earlier.”

Phil smiles back, leaning against the clothes rack. “Phil. Nice to meet you, Dan.”

Dan finally pulls out a shirt and holds it up to his chest, glancing down. It’s by far too big for him, but he just smiles and tucks it under his arm. Phil quirks an eyebrow, and Dan just shrugs. “I think it’ll make a nice sleep shirt.” His cheeks flood with color right after he says this, and Phil smiles at him.

“It looks very comfy,” he agrees, his attention drawn to a shoe display next to him. He turns and begins scanning the shoes there, a certain pair of sneakers catching his eye. He can tell that Dan is still standing close by, but he pretends not to notice as he looks at the cool patches on this shoe, the kind that are Velcro and can be removed and replaced with different ones. He begins looking for his size, smirking when he sees Dan begin looking at a rack of space-themed jewelry on the rack beside him.

“So, you’re not from London, are you?” The brunette finally asks, his eyes studying a necklace that Phil really doesn’t think he’s interested in buying.

He smiles as he stands up straighter, unable to find a size eleven in the shoe he wanted. Which sucked, because they were freaking cool shoes. “What gave it away?” He asks, affecting his voice with his nearly-lost Northern accent.

Dan grins, shrugging. “Some things you say just give it away, mate.”

Phil rolls his eyes at this. “Well, you sound a bit like Christopher Robin yourself, so I don’t think you get to judge.” He smirks when Dan grimaces at this.

“I love Winnie the Pooh, but you can’t just say that,” Dan says, flicking the jewelry rack so it spins around.

“I’m not surprised. You’re quite posh.” Phil is thoroughly enjoying this, but Dan seems only mildly embarrassed, so he’s pretty sure he isn’t actually offended.

“Well…” Dan shrugs before a smirk tugs at his lips. “Is it terrible if I ask you to say “ace” so I can get the full effect of your northern accent?” He asks, his brown eyes dancing with mischief.

Phil pretends to be completely offended, but his laughter ruins the effect. “It is, but you’re cute, so I’ll do it.” Dan blushes at this before Phil speaks again. “Ace,” he says, his voice sounding deeply northern when he does.

Dan barely gives him a minute before he’s giggling hysterically, a dimple carving itself out in his cheek. Phil struggles not to focus on that little indentation, but it’s so endearing he can’t help but smile. “Oh my god,” Dan nearly gasps. “That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. Ace!” He mocks, this sending him into yet another fit of giggles.

Phil rolls his eyes, crossing his arms at the brunette. “That’s like racist. Or… regionist! Yeah.”

The brunette bites his lip, trying to contain his giggles. “If you say so.” He shrugs then, before glancing over at the shoes Phil had been looking at. “They didn’t have your size?” He guesses, stepping closer to look at the shoe Phil had been looking at.

Sighing, Phil shakes his head. “Sadly no. No one ever does, my feet are too big.” He frowns as he glances over shoe boxes, almost every other size besides an eleven.

Dan smirks, and even though Phil doesn’t really know him, he can tell this is going to be bad. “Well, you know what they say about men with big feet.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively, and if he hadn’t made it incredibly dorky with that expression, Phil probably would have blushed.

Instead, he bursts into laughter. “I’m sorry, were you trying to be sexy? That was bad. That was so bad.”

Dan’s lips twitch into a frown, and he shrugs one shoulder. “I mean, I was just being factual. I don’t know where your head was, mate.”

Phil smirks at this. “I think you know exactly where my head was,” he suggests, raising an eyebrow.

The brunette glances away from him at this, and Phil’s almost positive he can see a light pink tinge to his cheeks. “Well now who’s being sexy,” he mumbles, stepping over to a different rack of shirts.

Phil steps around him, casually following him without seeming too creepy. “I mean, you are, but thanks for the compliment.” He grins at the way Dan’s eyes widen. Phil was honestly surprised with himself. He almost never flirted, especially not with strangers in an airport. Yet here he was, flirting with this man he barely knew. Scratch that, he didn’t know him, at all. All he knew was his first name, he had a questionable taste in clothing, and an even more questionable taste in humor. But Phil knew he was a sucker for that sort of thing.

Dan seems to fumble at this, and Phil finds it completely endearing. But he finds that ten minutes flirting with this stranger is probably more than enough, and with the intention of not making himself seem like a creepy stalker, he turns to leave. He heavily debates inviting Dan to go eat dinner with him, but he figured that was a bit far, even for him. So instead, he just waves to him. “It’s been nice talking with you, Dan. See you around.”

As he says this, the brunette glances up, looking a little disappointed. “Yeah, see you.” He does a little two-finger salute that Phil thinks is probably the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.

Smiling to himself, he leaves the store in search of an airport restaurant that isn’t disgustingly overpriced, a certain brunette occupying his thoughts as he makes his way through the maze of shops and terminals.

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Phil isn’t sure how long he spends at the little Chinese restaurant he’d found, but people-watching everyone around him keeps him occupied for a while. He sips his Coke as he watches the various people milling about, creating stories for each of them in his head. It’s the kind of life he’s stuck with without his phone to keep him occupied. He didn’t want to buy a new charger, as it seemed like almost everything about airport shops were more expensive, but he figured eventually he’d need to.

Eventually he grows tired of his people-watching game and goes instead to find somewhere to hang out at his terminal until his flight boards, or more likely, gets delayed yet again. It was almost completely black outside now, even though it wasn’t that late, and if they were closer to the coast, Phil would’ve been a bit more concerned about how bad the weather seemed to be getting.

He’s looking around at all the occupied chairs at his terminal when he spots a mop of curly brown hair by the window, sitting on the floor due to the lack of available seating. Without thinking about how creepy this will probably make him seem, he makes his way over to Dan. As he gets closer, Phil realizes he’s got an open journal of sorts on his lap, his hand moving quickly across the page as he writes. Phil pauses for a moment, debating whether he should interrupt him, seeing as he looks rather busy.

Almost as soon as the thought has entered his head, Dan suddenly glances up, his warm brown eyes widening slightly as the meet Phil’s gaze. Rather than be disturbed by Phil’s presence, the brunette only smiles, which Phil takes to be an open invitation.

“It’s incredible that we keep bumping into each other,” Phil teases as he steps closer to Dan, their proximity forcing the brunette to tilt his head back to hold his gaze.

“We’re on the same flight, mate. I don’t think there’s a whole lot of mystery there.”

Phil nearly blushes at that, feeling quite daft now that it’s been spoken so bluntly. “Well, yeah,” he stutters out, bringing a hand to the back of his neck rather awkwardly.

Dan smiles at this, nodding to the floor beside him. “You’re welcome to join me if you’re just looking for company,” he says easily, shifting so that Phil has more room to sit.

He hesitates, but another look at Dan’s cute dimpled smile has him sitting down almost immediately, curling his legs up in a criss-cross fashion. Dan looks pleased, but turns back to his journal, writing along a page with quick, messy strokes of his pencil. Phil doesn’t read what he’s writing, but he does glance over and take note of the slightly-below average handwriting that is only barely better than his own.

Too awkward to just sit in comfortable silence like a normal human, Phil shifts so he can look out at the rest of the people in the terminal, sitting properly side by side with Dan. “So… busy airport, huh?” He says nonchalantly, any semblance of normalcy from their earlier conversation leaving him. He wasn’t sure what it was making him feel so nervous; he thought maybe it’s the casual atmosphere of sitting down next to someone rather than talking to them in the middle of a store.

Dan glances up at him, a thin smile on his lips. Phil feels his stomach drop and hopes that Dan isn’t already tired of him being there. The brunette reaches up and pushes one of his curls back, and Phil’s eyes follow the motion. “It is, probably just a lot of holiday travelers. Florida’s a popular place, you know.” He shrugs, his eyes flicking back down to his journal.

Phil nods at this, awkwardly glancing down at his hands as he struggles to come up with a conversation topic. He glances at the notebook again, getting an idea from that. “Are you a writer?” He asks, thinking it an innocent enough question.

Apparently, this assumption is wrong, if Dan’s subtle flinch is anything to go by. “Um, no,” he says, a breathy laugh escaping his lips.

He offers no further explanation, so Phil is left to stare at his profile, his mouth shifting into an awkward ‘O’ shape. Fumbling for anything to repair this awkward conversation and maybe get back to their earlier conversational chemistry, he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind. “Do you like video games?”

Honestly, someone should just take away his vocal chords now, because that would be less painful than the sting of embarrassment he feels immediately after saying this. He imagines a plane careening into this part of the terminal, just to destroy him so he won’t have to face the undoubtedly annoyed response Dan is likely to have to his weird question. Sadly, well actually maybe not, this doesn’t happen, and he’s left to glance over at Dan after a moment, hoping that he’s not completely weirded out.

The brunette is staring at him with a strange look on his face, but he’s smiling. Phil counts this as a blessing. “I do, actually. I’m a big fan of Guild Wars, but I like a lot of the classics, too. How about you?”

Phil grins after hearing this, nodding. Games were his area. He could talk about video games with a willing listener for hours, if he’s completely honest. “I don’t play a lot of Guild Wars, but I’ve played before. I’ve been into Fortnite a lot recently, but as far as classics, Crash Bandicoot, all the way.”

Something seems to shift in Dan then, going from politely interested to excited all at once. The chocolatey brown of his eyes light up and he shifts around so he’s facing Phil, his journal falling shut. “Yes! That’s literally one of my favorites. None of my friends ever want to play it with me, because they say it’s for kids.” He rolls his eyes at this, as if he’s never heard anything so ridiculous in his life. If Phil didn’t like him before, he definitely did now.

“Right? It’s so hard finding someone to play with. I usually end up playing with myself instead.” He shakes his head in mock disappointment, his smile dropping when he catches sight of the strange look on Dan’s face. He’s biting his lip, holding back laughter. “What?” Phil asks, thinking over his words. His face heats quickly when he realizes what it sounded like he was implying. “Oh my god, that’s not- I don’t, I mean, I do, but- fuck.” He’s a stuttering mess with Dan watching him in amusement, and he can’t help but feel a little self-conscious about it.

Dan bursts into laughter then, clutching at his stomach as he leans over. “Oh my god, Phil. You really just said that.” He takes a moment to catch his breath, sending a charming smile Phil’s way then, as if he hadn’t just been in hysterics over Phil’s unintentional innuendo and everything that followed.

Shrugging, Phil glances down at his hands once more, trying to will his blush away. “Sometimes I say things that I don’t understand, and it’s just… it’s just not a good time,” he admits bashfully, not meeting Dan’s eyes.

The brunette bumps shoulders with him, clearly good-natured enough not to tease him about it too long. “Don’t worry, I think it’s cute,” he informs him, a cheeky smile on his face when Phil’s head darts up to look at him.

Phil rolls his eyes, trying to hide the flipping of his heart in his chest at Dan’s soft gaze and easy smile. “Yeah, well,” he grumbles, stumbling to formulate a cohesive response. “Your mum,” he finishes lamely.

Dan giggles at this, the sound bringing a grin to Phil’s face. “Your mum,” he repeats, shaking his head. “Phil, that’s hardly mature,” he says with mock disappointment.

Keeping up his appearance of a child, Phil sticks his tongue out at him, crossing his arms to add to the effect. “Yeah, well, no one says you have to be mature. I’ve lived long enough I can make my own rules,” he announces, lifting his chin petulantly.

“Yeah? How long have you lived, then?” He asks nonchalantly, sending Phil a smirk.

Phil rolls his eyes at this, shifting around a bit. It wasn’t like he was ashamed of his age; that would be ridiculous. But sometimes saying that he was actually thirty-two was a bit disheartening. “Um, would you believe me if I said twenty-six?” He jokes, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Dan was obviously younger than him, probably twenty-three if Phil had to guess, and he seriously didn’t want to scare him off by being way older than him.

The brunette snorts at this. “I might’ve if you hadn’t asked me that. Now I’d just think you’re lying.” He bumps Phil’s arm with his elbow good-naturedly, a dimple carving itself onto his cheek as he smiles.

Tearing his gaze away from the little crescent of cuteness on the other’s skin, Phil looks across the terminal, biting his lip. “Well, if you must know,” he sighs dramatically. “I just turned thirty-two.” He cringes as the words leave his mouth, unintentionally. He can’t help but glance at Dan for his reaction, barely surprised when he sees that his chocolate brown eyes have widened. Phil was right, he never should have told him, he’s disgusted, Phil’s basically a pedophile, and- wait, he’s laughing.

“Phil,” Dan giggles, shaking his head. The ease and familiarity of hearing him say it worries Phil, but he reasons with himself that it’s just due to the fact that he’s heard his name is whole life. It has nothing to do with Dan himself.

“What?” He demands, slightly defensive.

Dan smiles, leaning back against the wall. “You’re acting like you’re really old,” he claims, propping his arm up onto his knee, which he’s pulled closer to his body.

Phil shrugs at this, unable to argue. He was. He felt old, might as well act it, too. “I mean, not all of us can be twenty-three and spritely, Daniel.” He softens the sharpness in his tone with a small smile.

The brunette looks dumbstruck, his eyebrow arching up in surprise. “I’m twenty-seven, twenty-eight in June, mate.” He looks a little uncomfortable saying this, but Phil’s not entirely sure why.

“Really?” When Dan nods hesitantly, Phil shakes his head slowly. “You really look younger. And I mean that as a compliment, I promise.”

Dan laughs at this, rolling his eyes up to look at the ceiling. “Well I would sure hope you could come up with better insults,” he teases.

Phil shrugs, looking to the side. “I’m not very good at trash talk, actually.” He considers this for a moment before adding, “I do get a little vicious during Mario Kart, though.”

“I’d love to see that, actually. Are you a sore loser, too?” Dan shifts so that his shoulder is leaning against the wall and he’s more fully facing Phil. Phil likes this, because he feels like he has his full attention. Something about that pleases him.

“I mean, I don’t think so, but some liars say that I am.” He’s definitely thinking back on his friends who frequently game with him, and they definitely think he’s a sore loser. And maybe he is, but still. Dan doesn’t have to know this.

Dan grins, his dimple taking Phil’s attention immediately. “I think you definitely are,” he says decidedly, nodding along as if he’s got Phil all sorted out.

Phil raises an eyebrow to this. “I guess one day we’ll just have to put that to the test, Daniel.” He’s only half-joking. If they’re both living in London, it actually makes plenty of sense for them to get together sometimes and hangout, since they seemed to have a lot in common.

The brunette’s cheeks fill with a soft pink color, and Phil bites back a grin as he turns away, nodding quickly. “Definitely,” he agrees quietly.

There’s a pause while Phil debates the morals of asking this near-stranger out right now. He considers the fact that they’re stuck in this airport for the foreseeable future, with nothing to do, and seemingly very similar interests. Taking a shot in the dark, he knocks his knee against Dan’s. “Let’s get coffee,” he suggests, cringing when it comes out sounding like a statement.

The shock on Dan’s face is almost comical, but it honestly just makes Phil a little nervous, wondering what kind of shock this is. He hopes the good kind. “Like… when we get back to London? Or- now? Like right now?” He stutters, his hand rubbing along his knee in sort of an anxious fashion.

Phil immediately feels guilty for putting him in an uncomfortable position, and he’s quick to try and remedy it. “We don’t have to, obviously. But, um… yeah, I meant now, if you want. Or back in London. Or now and back in London, preferably. You know, if you want.” He’s tripping over his words and his cheeks are burning in embarrassment, but Dan has a soft smile on his face as he watches Phil fumble for the right thing to say.

“Okay,” the brunette says easily.

A little surprised at how easy that was, Phil purses his lips. “Oh. Well. Right.” He’s frantically trying to remember where the café he’d been at earlier was, but quickly realizes there’s a coffee shop down the corridor from their terminal. Turning to face Dan, he rolls his shoulders back confidently. “Meet me at the coffee shop down the hall in ten minutes?” He requests.

Dan’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, and he glances over to where the sign of the shop could just barely be made out from where they’re seated. “What? Why can’t we just walk together?” He inquires, looking baffled.

Phil grins, moving to stand. He ignores the slight ache from sitting on the hard ground for so long, instead paying attention to the way Dan’s eyes slowly drag up his long legs and up to his face. He smirks when Dan flushes and looks away adorably. “We have to meet there, you goose. Otherwise it doesn’t count as a date.”

“A date?” Dan squawks. Phil smiles at the blossoming pink on his cheekbones, secretly very pleased with this reaction.

“Sure,” Phil says with a shrug. “I mean, who knows when the flight will actually be rescheduled, why not go on a coffee date while we’re here?”

Something shifts in Dan’s face then, as if he’s just realized something, and his eyes flicker to the ground. Phil barely catches the downward curve of his lips into a small frown before the expression is gone and Dan is glancing back up at him with a half-smile. “Sure. See you there, then.”

Phil nods a little slowly, suddenly uncertain if this is even something Dan wants. What if he’d read the signs wrong and Dan isn’t interested in him at all? Before he has time to panic, he sends him a smile before turning to make his way to the coffee shop, determined not to let himself ruin this before it’s even begun.

Ten minutes later, Phil is standing just on the inside of the little coffee shop when Dan walks in, looking a little awkward as he brushes a hand through his curls. He gives Phil an awkward smile when he sees him, walking to stand beside him. “Hi,” he says quietly.

Phil grins at him. “I’m so glad you could make it, Dan! It’s been too long!”

Dan gives him a strange look. “It’s… It’s been ten minutes, just like you asked.” He sounds adorably confused now.

Rolling his eyes good-naturedly, Phil leans closer to stage-whisper. “I’m just playing into the typical date-script. People always say stuff like that when they’re on a date with someone, you know.”

Crinkling his nose at this, Dan shifts back on his heels. “Well, yeah. I’ve been on dates before, mate. I know how they work.” He almost sounds bitter as he says this, and Phil wonders if he’s seriously annoyed with him. Before he can spiral too much, though, Dan shoots him a smile. “But I guess I’ll let it slide- if you’re buying.”

Phil gapes at his cheeky grin, but quickly recovers. He nods with a laugh, gesturing to the counter. “Of course. It’d be a shit date if I wasn’t a gentleman who paid.”

Dan glances over at him as they step up to the counter, shrugging. “Bit heteronormative, if you ask me.”

Phil shrugs as well, glancing over the menu as he responds. “Not really. I think if you ask someone out, you’re implying you’ll pay. If you’d invited me, I’d be pretending I didn’t have my wallet right now,” he teases.

“Yeah?” Dan responds, quirking an eyebrow.

Grinning, Phil bumps his shoulder against Dan’s. “Course not. I’m not that much of a prick. But, assuming you want to go on another coffee date when we get back to London… I’ll be paying then, too, since I asked.”

Dan frowns at this, but it’s their turn to order and he can’t respond when the barista asks them to go ahead and place their order.

A few minutes later and they’re sitting down at a small table close to the front of the shop, each of them with a caramel macchiato. They both laugh a little when they realize they’ve ordered the same drink, and Phil thinks it’s incredibly endearing when Dan begins nervously fiddling with his hair as they settle at the table they’ve chosen.

“Your hair looks cute, you know,” he comments after they’ve sat sipping on their drinks for a few moments.

Dan glances up immediately, a surprised look on his face. “Oh, um, I-“ he stumbles over his words, glancing away from Phil and continuing to run a hand through his hair.

Phil smiles at this and leans closer. “Are you nervous?” He whispers loudly.

“No,” Dan says adamantly, ducking his head. Phil can just tell that this is a lie, and he hesitates for barely a minute before pressing his foot against Dan’s under the table.

“It’s fine, if you are. I’m nervous too.”

“Right,” Dan snorts, glancing up at him with a roll of his eyes. “I’m sure you’re just shaking like a leaf.”

Phil is a little taken aback by the bitter tone in Dan’s voice, but he brushes it away. “I am nervous,” he shrugs. “I don’t go out very much, and I definitely don’t go out with cute guys very much.”

Dan looks down at the table once more, tracing the grain of the table with his fingernail. “Really?” He asks quietly.

Smiling softly at the man in front of him, Phil brushes his foot with his own yet again. “Yes, really.”

They’re quiet for a few minutes before Dan lets out a quiet groan and sits back in his seat. Phil watches him with raised eyebrows, a little concerned that he might have changed his mind about going out for coffee. He’s surprised when Dan speaks next. “This would be so much easier if you weren’t fit,” he mumbles, trying to wash the words down with his coffee.

Phil gapes at him for a moment before his lips curl into a smirk. “Yeah?” he says teasingly.

Dan rolls his eyes at this. “Shut up,” he rolls his head back to look up at the ceiling. “Wanna play desert island?” He asks, shifting the conversation completely.

“Sure,” Phil says easily, going along with whatever whim it seems that Dan has had.

So that’s what they do for the next hour or so. They take turns sharing their top five movies, books, tv shows, and even dive into music. Only a few minutes into the music topic, however, Phil realizes that Dan is much more of a music enthusiast than himself and he quickly concedes that whole conversation. Honestly, it was entertaining to see Dan seem to get so worked up over something so objectively simple, but Phil still wanted to learn so much more about him. He made a mental note that if they did continue this when they got back to London, he’d devote an entire afternoon to Dan’s musical musings.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a charger, would you?” Phil says at some point, realizing his battery has drained to seven percent since they started talking.

Dan smiles and nods, fishing around in his bag for what Phil assumes is a charger. He hands it over with a triumphant grin, which Phil copies. “Here you go.”

“You’re an actual lifesaver, Dan.”

The brunette smiles at this. “Just don’t lose it. You seem like the kind of guy who loses things a lot.” He has a knowing sort of look to him, as if he really does know this.

“I do not!” Phil protests. It’s not entirely a lie. He does lose things, but not like, all the time.

Dan quirks an eyebrow. “Where’s your charger?” When Phil goes quiet, Dan smirks, shaking his head in amusement. “And there lies my point,” he laughs.

Phil juts his lip out in a pout, feigning offence. “Well, I assume it’s wherever the rest of the luggage is. But I most definitely did not lose it.” He sends up a silent prayer that it’s still in his suitcase where he left it. Wouldn’t it be ironic if he opened his suitcase later only to find that his charger was gone?

“Sure, bub. Whatever you say,” Dan drawls.

Phil rolls his eyes but tucks the charger into the port and plugs his phone in. “Well now you can’t escape for a while, because I’ve got your charger,” he says smugly, hoping that Dan takes this to be casually flirtatious instead of too forward.

Dan shrugs. “It’s my spare.” Phil’s face probably noticeably falls upon hearing this, and Dan’s face shifts into one of panic. “Oh, I didn’t mean- like, I don’t want to, um… I didn’t mean I was going to leave. I just… I carry two chargers,” he explains hurriedly, looking a little embarrassed by the end of his rant.

Phil takes a moment to just smile at the brunette before he bothers responding. “Honestly, I’m just impressed that you’re smart enough to carry two chargers,” he says, hiding his smile behind a sip of his drink.

A fleeting look of amusement crosses Dan’s face before he seems to register what Phil has said. “Wait, does that mean you don’t think I’m very smart? That’s pretty damn offensive, Phil.”

“I never said that!” Phil protests.

“Yes, but you did sort of imply it.”

“I’ll imply your mum,” Phil shoots back, biting his lip when he realizes how childish that was.

Dan barely blinks before he begins giggling. “Oh my god,” he gasps through the laughter. “You’re like, a proper nerd, aren’t you?” He asks, sounding nothing short of fond.

Phil shrugs, feeling his cheeks heating at the question.

Seeming to catch onto Phil’s slight embarrassment, Dan presses his foot against Phil’s, smiling gently when their eyes meet. “I’m proper into nerds, so don’t worry about it.”

“Glad we’re on the same page, then,” Phil smiles.

---

“So, let me get this straight,” Dan says through a gasp as he struggles to contain his laughter. Phil is flushed with embarrassment with Dan’s reaction to the story he’d told him, but all things considered, it was warranted. “You mean to tell me you broke your hand by doing a piggy-back race with someone shorter than you?”

Phil shrugs, and pretends to be very intrigued by the cup in front of him. “Yeah… that’s about it, yeah.”

Dan shakes his head, a fond look on his face. “Phil Lester, man of many talents.”

“Oh, come off it, I bet you did stupid things in uni as well, don’t try to lie.” He intends this to be teasing and completely harmless, so he’s surprised when Dan’s face morphs into a grimace, his gaze dropping to the mug in front of him.

“Yeah, like drop out,” he mutters bitterly.

Phil isn’t positive what to make of this, but he stutters out an apology for bringing it up. “I’m sorry, Dan, I didn’t mean to-“

Dan cuts him off with a sigh and a dismissive wave of his hand. “It’s fine. Not like I go around advertising it. You didn’t know.” He shoots Phil a reassuring smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

Feeling a little guilty and also a little embarrassed for bringing up something that was clearly a sore subject, Phil blurts the first thing he thinks of. “It isn’t for everyone, you know.” At Dan’s confused stare, he continues, stumbling over his words awkwardly. “University. Not everyone enjoys it, and not everyone needs it. Hell, I have two degrees and I don’t really use either of them.”

Dan tilts his head at this but seems a little less reproachful of the topic than he did before. “Yeah?” he prompts.

Phil nods. “English Linguistics and Video Post-Production. Yet I work at a publishing company instead.”

At this, Dan’s eyes light up. “You work at a publishing company?” His voice is pitched up an octave, clearly excited about this new information.

“Yeah,” Phil shrugs, feeling a little awkward now. “I’m not like, a top-tier editor or anything. I do edit, but I’m not like, great at it. It’s really just a job for me.”

Dan nods in understanding before drawing his bottom lip between his teeth and looking out towards the corridor. “What company?” He asks timidly.

Phil rattles off the name and Dan only nods. It goes quiet for a moment, and Phil is struggling to hold himself back from asking, once again, if Dan was a writer. Sure, he’d said no earlier, but maybe now that they know each other a little more Dan will feel like sharing something like that? And it wasn’t like Phil was some sort of recruiter, although he’d probably be in his boss’ good graces if he did find a promising new young writer.

It feels too personal too ask, considering Dan’s earlier response, so he decides to just leave it alone. For now.

Before he can go as far as asking anymore questions, a pleasant tune is played over the airport intercom system and a feeling of nervousness settles in Phil’s stomach. He hoped they’d finally have an answer about the flight rescheduling.

“Good afternoon, Orlando International Airport travelers. Due to inclement and dangerous weather, all international flights have been cancelled until further notice. If you would, please see the flight attendant at your gate for information about flight rescheduling. We apologize for the inconvenience and wish you safe travels!”

“Well, fuck,” Dan says, eloquent as ever.

Phil bites his lip to stifle a surprised laugh at his bluntness, but nods. “Yeah,” he says weakly. “Did you have anything you needed to rush back to London for?”

Dan rolls his eyes with a smile. “Oh, yes. I definitely needed to rush back to my empty flat and my existential crises. I’ve been missing that something terrible.”

“Oh,” Phil lets out, a little uncertain if he’s kidding or not. There’s an edge to his tone like he might not be, and Phil isn’t entirely sure how to interpret that.

“Kidding, mate.” Dan reaches across the table and lightly brushes his fingertips against Phil’s wrist. “I do need to go pick up some antidepressants, but I think that can probably wait until I can safely cross the Atlantic.”

Phil frowns a little at this, pushing his empty cup around on the table. “Do you have enough with you? Like, the antidepressants?” He asks quietly. This definitely feels like crossing a line of casual friendship with a near-stranger, but Dan’s the one who brought it up, so surely, it’s safe territory.

Dan has a soft smile on his face as he looks up at Phil, and Phil can just feel his heart melting at the sight of the dimple on his cheek. “I do. Thank you for asking.”

Relieved that Dan didn’t seem to feel like this was too personal a topic, Phil nods before glancing down at his cup again. It’s quiet for a few minutes before Phil realizes they’ve been sat there for probably over two hours. He needed to call his parents and tell them what happened, and Dan probably didn’t want to spend all of his time with a stranger.

“I should probably go. Gotta call my mum and let her know I haven’t died yet or anything. And I should probably let you get back to your writing.” Phil doesn’t want to leave but he just doesn’t feel that he should stay, either.

Dan nods quickly, but Phil is almost positive that he sees a look of sadness wash over his face before it disappears. “Yeah, yeah. Sure. Well, I guess, um… I’ll see you later?”

Phil smiles at how awkward this seems to be for Dan. He hands him his charger back and then unlocks his own phone, pulling up a space for a new contact and handing it back to him. “Here. So I can get in touch with you when we get back to London.”

The small smile that works its way onto Dan’s lips is gorgeous, and Phil finds himself staring at his lips like an absolute creep while Dan types in his information. “I texted myself, so I’d have your number, too.” Dan tells him when he hands the phone back.

Glancing down at the screen, Phil finds this to be true. After typing in his information, Dan had sent himself a message, which was only an emoji spoon beside a boy with brown hair.

“Is this your way of saying you want to spoon me?” Phil teases him.

Dan flushes, shaking his head. “No! I mean, not that I wouldn’t- that’s not what-“

Phil cuts him off with a giggle. “It’s fine, Dan. I’m only teasing.” He stands from the table then, and Dan follows suit. “I’ll see you later, Dan. Have fun writing.”

Before he can lose his nerve, Phil steps just a bit closer, almost as if he’s going to step past Dan entirely, and then he presses his lips to Dan’s cheek softly. When he pulls away, he catches the surprised look on Dan’s face, but it’s replaced by a smile as Phil turns to walk away. “Bye, Phil.”

And Phil hadn’t had a whole lot of great first dates, but he already knew that he would be impatiently waiting for their second.

---

Phil calls his mum after he and Dan part ways and lets her know about his flight being cancelled, and while she’s worried initially, she’s relieved that he’s safe and will be coming home as soon as the weather clears up. He listens to her worrying and her concerns for a respectable amount of time before telling her he should probably go to save his battery percentage. This starts another lecture on forgetting his phone charger in his luggage, which he reluctantly listens to for nearly a half hour.

Eventually, though, he makes his way back to his terminal and spots Dan sitting beside the big windows that outlook the blacktop, just like before, and he quickly comes up with another excuse to get off the phone with his mum. He loved Kath, he really did. But right now, he wanted to go talk to his cute new friend, and he couldn’t exactly do that while on the phone.

Deciding that he’s pretty much become the creepy stranger who just invites themselves into conversations anyway, he makes his way over and plops himself onto the floor across from the brunette.

Dan glances up almost immediately after Phil sits, jumping a bit. A smile takes over his surprised expression, but Phil feels a little guilty for startling him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” he says awkwardly, raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck.

“’S fine.” Dan smiles at him and closes the journal in his lap. This makes Phil feel a little guiltier, because he feels like he’s interrupted something.

“I’m sorry, I’m being rude. Do you want me to go so you can write? I completely didn’t think of that before just inviting myself over. I can go-“ Phil is halfway to standing before Dan reaches a hand out to stop him.

“No, you’re fine! I promise. I, um… I could use the company, actually.” He bites his lip after saying this and shifts his eyes to the floor as if he’s embarrassed.

Phil smiles at this, missing Dan’s touch as soon as he pulls his hand away from his arm. “That two hours didn’t ruin your opinion of me?” He inquires with a laugh.

Dan rolls his eyes good-naturedly, his lips twitching into a smile. “No, surprisingly not. I mean, I think you’re a little odd, sure, but I think I can tolerate a little odd.”

“Oh, so you’re only tolerating me?” He can’t help but tease him.

“Would you prefer I did something else?” Dan smirks, his eyes gleaming in a way that makes Phil feel hot.

Phil isn’t entirely surprised by this bold almost-flirting that Dan’s doing. He did a lot of that over coffee earlier too. Even still, it takes him a moment to form a proper response to the blatant flirtation. “I guess it depends on what you’re offering?” He cringes as it comes out more like a question, but Dan seems unbothered, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip.

Shrugging casually, Dan leans back against the window, allowing his head to be propped up by the glass. “I think there’s a few too many people here for you to receive anything on the menu for now,” Dan’s lips pull up into a smirk, and Phil is almost positive that this man is going to be the death of him.

“Oh,” he croaks out, glancing around at the other weary passengers milling about the terminal. “That’s a damn shame,” Phil mumbles, glancing down at his hands with what is probably a blush on his cheeks.

“Mhm,” Dan hums. There’s a silence that wraps around them, but before it has the chance to feel suffocating, Dan is speaking again. “Have you talked to the flight attendants about getting a new flight?”

Phil drops his gaze to his hands again as he shakes his head, feeling embarrassed. Honestly, it had slipped his mind, but even if it hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t have done it yet. He hated talking to people about things like that, which was probably a little odd, considering his willingness to flirt with a stranger in an airport.

“I, uh… I don’t do so well with things like that, so no. I’m working up to it, though.” The admission has him cringing at himself, and he really hopes that it doesn’t ruin Dan’s opinion of him so soon.

Instead of laughing, which is what Phil expected, Dan reaches over and brushes his knuckles over Phil’s hand. “Do you want me to go with you to ask?” He asks sweetly, a gentle smile on his face when Phil finally raises his gaze to look at him.

Bless him, honestly, for being such a sweetheart. Phil nods, smiling sheepishly. “Um, I’d appreciate that, yeah.”

Dan smiles at him before tucking his journal into his backpack and standing, holding a hand out to help Phil up. Phil takes it with a smile, more than pleased by the contact, and even more pleased when Dan doesn’t pull away even after Phil is already standing. Instead, he leads Phil over to the attendant’s counter with their hands still intertwined, quietly commenting on the fact that the only attendant there looked a bit like Shakira.

“Hi, we’re on the flight to London, and we were wondering when we could get that rescheduled?” Dan takes the lead the moment they stop in front of the attendant, a charming smile on his face. Phil stays silent, his nerves making it hard for him to hold eye contact with the employee stood in front of them, who gives them a surveying look.

“Of course,” She says slowly, turning to her computer with an almost bored look on her face. Dan shoots Phil a look, pursing his lips as if he’s noticed how rude the lady is as well. “So, our earliest open flights to London aren’t until Monday morning, nine am,” she announces, glancing over at them with a plastered-on smile that Phil can tell is fake.

Dan gapes at her, and although it takes Phil a moment, he realizes that today is Saturday. Meaning they could be stuck in this airport for two nights. “You’re joking,” Dan deadpans, his voice full of disbelief. His hand slips out of Phil’s suddenly, instead clasping his other on top of the counter. His eyes narrow at the attendant, and Phil shifts awkwardly behind him. “It’s Saturday evening, ma’am. And you’re saying we’ll be stuck in this airport for two nights?”

His voice is growing louder, and Phil glances around at the other travelers, some of them giving them strange glances. Phil shifts on his feet, feeling incredibly awkward and out of place with the scene Dan’s causing. “Dan…” He warns quietly, reaching for his elbow.

“Well, you can still leave the airport and go to a hotel,” the attendant says, her smile gone in favor of a blank stare.

“Will the airport be offering accommodations?” Dan says, his voice taking on a sickly sweet quality. Phil has barely known him for three hours, and yet he can tell it’s full of sarcasm and irritation.

The lady has the nerve to smile back at him, and Phil can tell from the stiffening of Dan’s back that it just pisses him off more. “I’m afraid not, sir. We’ll only be covering the cost of the plane ticket.”

Dan blows out a breath, and Phil can sense an argument coming. Already nervous enough from the attention of the other passengers, Phil quickly grabs his arm, tugging him away from the counter. “Thank you so much, we’ll think on it.”

Before Dan can say another word, Phil slides his hand down Dan’s arm before intertwining their fingers and pulling him back over to their spot beside the window. Dan’s muttering to himself and when they come to a stop, his hand falls limp in Phil’s grasp. “I wasn’t finished talking to her,” he snips, his tone making Phil pause. Dan had yet to say anything snarky to him in a serious fashion, so this was a little more than surprising to him.

Phil shrugs, moving to sit in the floor and patting the space beside him. “Maybe not, but you seemed like you were getting a little upset.” When Dan doesn’t immediately sit down, instead pacing around in front of Phil, the older man sighs. “Thank you for talking to her for me,” he says softly. He hopes his tone, or his words, will get the brunette’s attention.

Somehow, his assumption actually works, and Dan pauses, glancing down at him. His gaze shifts from annoyed to almost fond, and he lets out a small sigh before moving to sit. “You’re welcome,” he says quietly. “I can’t believe they aren’t paying for hotel accommodations,” he continues, his voice bitter.

Phil gets the feeling that maybe this isn’t exactly about that, but probably more about Dan’s ability to pay for the hotel himself. After a quick moment of deliberation, Phil decides to go out on a limb to confirm his suspicion. “That doesn’t mean you can’t still stay in a hotel,” he says casually, waiting patiently to see Dan’s reaction.

Dan doesn’t surprise him. He scoffs softly, dropping his hand to pick at the ugly carpeting. “In theory, sure.” He’s quiet for a moment, but then he sighs and glances up at Phil with a sad sort of look. “I don’t really… I’m not really in the position to be spending money on hotel reservations. I just barely had this flight paid for, and…” he trails off, but Phil’s heard really all he needs to know.

After a beat of silence where Phil contemplates this news, chewing on his bottom lip, he finally decides to just go for it. “Stay with me, then.”

Unsurprisingly, Dan’s head jerks up at the words, a look of shock on his face. “What?” He breathes.

Phil shrugs, trying to appear more casual than he feels. “If we’re going to be here until Monday, I’m renting a hotel room. I want you to stay with me.” Feeling awkward with the almost-demanding way he’d said that, he continues. “Er, I mean, only if you want to, obviously. You don’t have to, but I just… I don’t want you to stay here, all by yourself. And… If you want, you can pay me back someday, after we’re back in London.”

Dan looks shocked, his brown eyes swirling with emotions that Phil can’t quite name. Eventually, he seems to settle on skeptical. “But… You barely know me. I barely know you. We just met, like, today, Phil.”

With a careless shrug, Phil says, “I know. But, I don’t think you’re the type to kill someone in their sleep, and I can assure you I’m far too lazy and squeamish to try it. Plus, I would love to see you in your cute cat shirt.” He grins as he says the last part, his tongue poking out just a bit.

Dan flushes, dropping his gaze to his hands, which are now fidgeting in his lap. “This is crazy,” he mutters.

“What is?” Phil asks him softly.

Waving a hand vaguely at the space between them, Dan lets out a short laugh. “This. Whatever we’re doing. We just met, and you…”

“I want you to spend the night with me. Yeah. But, honestly, Dan? Is it any worse than having like a one-night stand with someone? At least we sort of know each other, and it’s not like we have to sleep together or something.” Phil ducks his head to try to catch Dan’s gaze. “I won’t force you to, obviously. But I’d really love it if you’d come stay with me. I don’t want you to be alone.”

Dan seems speechless at this point, but after several seconds of intense eye contact, he finally nods slowly. “Okay,” he says softly.

“So, you’ll come with me?” Phil asks, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.

“Yeah,” Dan shrugs. “I don’t see why not. But, um…” He flushes, and Phil wonders what he could possibly have to be embarrassed about now. “Will we… you know…”

Phil studies him, confused. “Will we… What?” He asks, shaking his head uncertainly.

Dan ducks his head, covering his face with his hands. “Oh god. Please don’t make me say it.”

Lost, Phil lets out an awkward laugh. “I’m not sure what I’m not supposed to make you say.”

Dan huffs, but then glances back up at Phil, an almost determined glint in his eye. “Sleep together? Are we going to sleep together?”

Startled at the blunt way it was phrased, Phil is left a little speechless himself. “Oh, um…” He glances around, hoping no one in their immediate vicinity is listening to them. “I mean, if you want. I’m a cuddler, so we can share a bed if- wait, did you mean-?”

“I meant like- yeah.” Dan nods, his eyes darting off to the side. “But, um, that too, I guess.”

Phil can’t help the chuckle that escapes his lips, and Dan glances up at him in confusion. “You’re cute when you’re nervous,” he says fondly. He stands up then, reaching a hand out for Dan. “C’mon. Let’s go tell the lady that we’d like to reschedule our flight, and we’ll sort out the rest after that.” Dan, although looking a little unsure, nods and allows Phil to pull him up. “And by we, I mean you, because she scares me.”

Dan lets out a laugh at this, reaching over to grab Phil’s hand again. “Fine, I’ll deal with the scary airport lady. Do you want to look for a hotel while I talk to her?”

Nodding, Phil reluctantly releases Dan’s hand to move over to an empty chair, pulling his phone out of his pocket to google the nearest hotels. Dan moves over to the attendant’s desk once again, and Phil frowns when he sees the way the lady barely smiles at him. Americans are truly something else.

Just as he’s clicked on the website for a decent looking hotel, Phil hears his name called. He glances up, his eyes finding Dan’s. “Can I see your ticket, love? I have to prove we were actually on this flight.” He rolls his eyes at this, since the attendant can’t see his face, and Phil smiles.

Tugging it out of his backpack, Phil moves to hand it to the brunette. “Here you go,” he says cheerily.

Dan smiles briefly before ducking his head slightly. “She thinks we’re together, so I’m going to let her think that and get the new seats together- if that’s alright, with you.” His voice is just quiet enough that the flight attendant probably can’t hear him over the sound of the other people milling about the terminal.

Phil nods, his lips curving up. “That’s perfect.” Fully aware of the attendant’s gaze on them, he leans forward and pecks Dan’s cheek gently. “I’ll go ahead and book us a room.”

“Oh, and I asked about luggage. She said it’s not likely that they’ll even be able to retrieve it, do you want me to try anyway?” Dan asks before turning back around.

Suppressing his disappointment at this, Phil shrugs. “No, it’s fine. You don’t have to bother.”

Dan nods and runs a hand through his hair. “Be right back, then,” he replies before turning back around to the attendant. Phil hears him talking politely to the lady, so he takes that as his cue to return to his seat to work on the hotel thing.

Five minutes and a freshly booked hotel room later, Dan returns with two new tickets, handing one of them to Phil before tucking the other into his own backpack. “So, everything sorted?” He asks, shrugging the bag onto his shoulder.

“Mhm. We have a reservation under Lester at the Marriot. I ordered a car, and that should be here in like half an hour, I think.”

“Perfect. Wanna head to the front of the airport to wait?” Dan’s still standing, obviously expecting Phil to agree to this.

“Sure, that works.” Phil stands, tugging his own backpack onto his shoulder. He sneaks a peek at the flight attendant at the desk and noticed the sneer on her face as she watched them. Something he really hated dealing with was homophobia, and he was less prepared now than ever to handle someone who didn’t know them, or their situation, to be judging them.

He’s just about to make a remark to Dan about leaving, but the words die in his throat when he feels Dan’s hand slip into his. His eyes dart up to Dan’s, and he’s pretty sure the surprise on his face is likely very suspicious. Dan has a half smile on his lips, and he quickly leans in, brushing his lips against Phil’s cheek as he whispers, “I see the bitch glaring at us. I’m giving her a reason to glare.”

The grin that breaks out on Phil’s face then is really impossibly to stop, considering the fact that what Dan has done just fills him with adrenaline. He was out to his family and close friends, but he was never really offered the whole PDA option with his previous partners. It probably had something to do with his very unfortunate habit of falling for men who were closeted, or in some cases, men who thought they were straight but eventually realized that they weren’t.

“Ready to go, babe?” Dan says, in an overly sweet voice, clearly put on for the attendant.

Phil snickers but covers it with an unconvincing cough. He replies with an affirmative before he and Dan make their way to the front of the airport, where the car would hopefully come to pick them up soon. Phil fully expects Dan to drop his hand once they’ve made it out of their terminal and the flight attendant’s line of sight, but he makes no move to do so. Maybe this makes Phil blush, but he’d deny that if anyone were to confront him about it later.

After waiting in front of the airport for about ten minutes, quietly chatting about the weather and how much they missed England, their cab finally pulls up in front of them. “That was fast,” Dan remarks as he goes to climb in first.

“That’s what he said,” Phil mutters behind him.

The remark has Dan stopping in his tracks, slowly turning to stare at Phil, halfway in and halfway out of the car. Phil grins innocently. “I don’t have words, Lester. There are no words for how much I hated that.”

Phil rolls his eyes, shoving him forward gently. “That sounded like a lot of words to me, mate.”

Dan scrunches his face up as he slides into his seat, shooting the look at Phil as he climbs into the car as well. “Get away from me with your logic.”

Just to be a pest, Phil scoots as close as humanly possible to Dan, smiling innocently when he rolls his eyes at him. “What? I’m just getting comfy.” He doesn’t let Dan answer, instead choosing to turn around and give their driver the address of the hotel, just to be sure he knew where they were going.

The car ride is surprisingly quick, and Phil plays Crossy Road on his phone, Dan watching over his shoulder the whole time, both of them a little too awkward to make idle chit-chat with their driver. When they pull up outside of the hotel, Phil hands the man a few bills, not missing the way Dan purses his lips from beside him.

“What?” He asks as he climbs out of the car, holding the door open as Dan follows.

Dan shrugs. “I could have paid for that,” he says quietly as they walk to the hotel doors. Unlike when they were in the airport, Dan doesn’t reach for Phil’s hand.

A small weight settles in Phil’s chest at the thought that he’s hurt Dan’s feelings, and he frowns as he holds the door open for him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think- you can buy dinner, okay?”

Apparently, that’s the right thing to say, because Dan smiles brightly and nods. “Okay. I’ll hold you to that,” he says with a grin.

Phil rolls his eyes playfully. “You better,” he teases back.

There’s no one in the queue line, so they walk right up, smiling nervously at the clerk behind the counter. She smiles thinly, glancing between the two of them before her eyes settle on Dan. “Hi, how can I help you?”

Dan’s lip quirks up as he steps closer to speak to the clerk for them. “We’ve got a room booked for Lester,” he informs her, spelling it out afterwards and glancing over at Phil with a small smile. The relief Phil feels at not having to converse with her himself is immeasurable, and he sends Dan a grateful smile in return.

After a moment, she glances back up, a pitying smile on her face. “Sorry, there must be a mistake here, that reservation is in a room with only one bed.” She glances between the two of them again, biting her lip in what she probably thinks is an attractive manner when her gaze settles on Dan.

Dan smirks, shaking his head. “No mistake. Do you guys do room service? We might fancy some wine later, right babe?” He turns to smile at Phil, his eyes filled with mischief.

Phil struggles to hide his laughter. “That sounds lovely.” He turns back to the girl, digging in his pocket for his wallet and handing his credit card over, as well as his ID. “Here you go.”

Although her expression has shifted to one of contempt, the girl nods stiffly before running his card and fishing out their room key cards, sliding them across the counter with a pen and a form. “Sign at the bottom, please,” she mumbles, her gaze no longer focused on either of them.

Phil dutifully signs the paper and grabs their key cards, handing one to Dan before tucking his own into his pocket and grabbing his credit card. “Thanks!” With a cheerful wave, he turns away from the counter, making his way through the lobby of the hotel as if he has any clue where he’s going. He vaguely hears the receptionist suggest that he take a left to find their room, and he nods, tossing another wave over his shoulder, tugging Dan along by his hand.

“Did you see her face? She was so shocked!” Dan giggles, lacing his fingers through Phil’s as they walk. His excitement is palpable, and Phil’s lips quirk up into a smile at him.

“She did look pretty surprised,” Phil agrees with a nod. “Are you okay? You seem kind of hyper.”

Dan nods, then shrugs as he pulls out his keycard, checking the number before stopping at a door. “Yeah, I guess the gay part of me just thrives off straight shock and blatant homophobia.” He says this nonchalantly as he opens the door, but the words make Phil giggle.

“Wow, you’re really a hero in a rainbow cape, aren’t you?” Phil jokes as they step inside their room.

Dan crinkles his nose. “Rainbow isn’t really my aesthetic, I’m more of a monochrome person,” he says with a cheeky grin.

Phil rolls his eyes at this, tossing his phone and keycard onto the desk, followed by his backpack. “Alright, Edgelord.” He kicks his shoes off haphazardly before flopping down on the bed. “Oh my god, this bed is so nice,” he gushes.

There’s a soft laugh, and Phil tilts his head to watch Dan. The brunette places his backpack down beside Phil’s before leaning down and moving his shoes, tucking them under the desk neatly before taking his own off and doing the same. Phil watches as Dan stands up, his gaze still locked on their shoes. He seems to shake himself out of whatever thoughts he’s having, turning to face Phil. A blush covers his face when he sees that Phil’s gaze is already on him, and he quickly moves to sit on the end of the bed, looking rather awkward all of a sudden.

Phil smiles at him before patting the space beside him. “Come here.”

Dan obediently moves to the end of the bed and crawls up to sit beside Phil, staring down at him with those wide brown eyes. Phil can’t help himself, so he reaches out and brushes his knuckles against Dan’s knee, craving physical touch. Their gazes are locked as he continues the motion, and Dan slowly shifts closer until he can more comfortably drop his hand onto Phil’s arm. He drags his fingertips up the length of Phil’s arm, dipping under the sleeve of his t-shirt before trailing back down.

“You okay?” Phil murmurs.

“Yes,” Dan answers almost immediately, sending Phil a smile.

“You’d let me know if I made you uncomfortable, right?”

Dan looks surprised at this, then purses his lips amusedly. “Yes, of course I would.”

Phil nods, happy with this. “Good.” He moves to sit up then, pressing his back against the headboard. There’s a thought nagging in the back of his head, and he knows he needs some kind of clarification on it before their night continues. “I don’t know how far you want to take any of this, so to avoid any embarrassment or mistakes on either of our parts, I think we should talk about it.”

“Okay,” Dan nods easily. He tilts his head to the side, studying Phil closely. “How far did you want to go?” Despite the fact that this is what would probably be an awkward conversation with anyone else, Dan seems completely comfortable with discussing everything beforehand. This is a huge relief for Phil.

A smirk tugs on Phil’s lips. “Well, I’m up for anything. Like, if you want to properly sleep together, or if you just want to watch a film, or somewhere between the two. I’m genuinely happy with whatever you’re comfortable with, Dan.” Phil tries to sound sincere, because he is, and he wants Dan to feel absolutely comfortable with him, especially considering the oddity of their circumstances.

There’s an odd look on Dan’s face as he seems to process Phil’s words, and he swears softly as he looks down. A confusion filled moment later, his eyes return to Phil’s, and he sighs. “This is going to be so sappy, but you may honestly be the nicest person I’ve ever met, Phil.” He shakes his head with a laugh before moving to sit closer to Phil, their knees pressing together in the criss-cross way each of them are sitting.

Phil smiles at this. “I hope that’s not a nicer way of saying you think I’m boring.”

Dan fake gasps before grinning. “I would never!” He denies through a giggle.

“Oh, sure. I believe you.” Phil nods, trying to maintain a serious expression.

A pout pulls at Dan’s lips, and he tilts his head down to bat his eyelashes at Phil. The expression is so adorable, and it emphasizes the dimple on his cheek, so Phil really can’t help it when his body tells him to lean forward and press a gentle kiss to the concave skin. He feels Dan let out a shaky breath against his own cheek, and suddenly it hits him that he’s definitely just crossed a boundary.

Sitting back, horrified with himself, Phil hurries to apologize. “I’m sorry- I wasn’t-“

Dan cuts him off abruptly, a rosy patch appearing on his face. “I didn’t mind. I, um… You can do it again. Like, proper, if you want.” He stares down at the bed, but he’s chewing on his lip anxiously as he waits for Phil’s response.

Phil tries to hide his smile as he leans forward, trying to catch Dan’s gaze. “Would you like that?”

His cheeks more noticeably red now, Dan nods, his eyes looking anywhere but Phil’s.

“I need some words, Dan,” Phil says gently, moving his finger to stroke Dan’s jaw. “I won’t kiss you without your full verbal consent.”

This has Dan’s head snapping up, his wide eyes falling onto Phil’s face. His look of surprise would be concerning if it wasn’t so amusing. Phil quirks an eyebrow at him, tilting his head. “I don’t think… I’ve never had someone check like that before kissing me.”

“Oh.” Now it’s Phil’s turn to feel surprised. “I’m sorry? I just… I don’t know, I like to ask?” He says this almost as a question, suddenly a little unsure of himself.

Dan smiles at him, a fond look on his face. “No, I actually… I like that. I like that you asked first.”

Phil grins at this, tilting his head. “Well, you never actually answered me…”

With a smirk, Dan shifts closer, dropping his hand onto the base of Phil’s neck, his thumb stroking up and down the column of his throat. “I want you to kiss me.” Dan presses forward, his mouth hovering closely to Phil’s. “I want you to do way more than just kiss me, though.”

Phil shivers at his words, and he doesn’t waste any more time after that. He presses forward quickly, connecting their lips. An audible sigh tumbles from Dan’s lips at the contact, and the noise only encourages Phil to press forward more insistently. He tugs gently at Dan’s shirt, trying to guide him to sit on his lap. Dan seemingly misunderstands, reaching down and tugging the fabric up and over his head.

Smirking, Phil leans forward and runs a hand across Dan’s chest, dragging his thumb against a nipple as he goes. “That’s not quite what I meant, but it’ll do,” he teases.

Dan looks surprised, which is beautiful coupled with the way his skin is already flushed. “That’ll do, donkey, that’ll do,” he says suddenly, a Scottish lilt to his words. His face immediately floods with color and he reaches a hand up to cover his mouth, as if he hadn’t actually meant to say that aloud.

Unable to help himself, Phil tilts his head back and starts laughing loudly. He feels tears of mirth spring to his eyes as he giggles, struggling to get ahold of himself once he sees the mortified look on Dan’s face. “That was- oh my god, Dan,” Phil gasps. “That was so funny.”

“I- that was embarrassing!” Dan snaps, clearly more upset about it than he’d let on. “I- that wasn’t something I meant to- ugh.” He pulls his knees up to his chest, ducking his head to hide his face.

Phil sobers up seeing that Dan’s genuinely embarrassed. He reaches forward, petting Dan’s hair gently. “Dan, love, it’s honestly not as embarrassing as you think. I thought it was funny. I laughed.”

“Yeah, you laughed at me because it was stupid,” Dan mumbles bitterly, tilting his head to get Phil’s hand away.

“It was funny, Dan. You have a good sense of humor.” When Dan doesn’t respond to this, Phil decides to approach it from a different angle. That angle is by playing Dan at his own game. “I like your sense of humor. It’s one of your layers,” he says slowly. He’s staring at Dan so intensely that he sees the way his shoulders tense up, as he clearly starts to understand the reference. “You know what else has layers?” He grins brightly when Dan slowly raises his head.

“What?” Dan asks, almost smiling but trying to hide it.

“Cakes. Everybody loves cakes! Cakes have layers,” He says brightly, doing a horrible imitation of Eddie Murphy.

Dan’s lips quirk up into a half-smile. “Ogres are not like cakes,” he mumbles.

Phil grins before reaching over and brushing a curl out of Dan’s face. “No,” he hums in agreement. “I reckon they’re not.”

A soft look is on Dan’s face when he leans forward, pressing his lips to Phil’s in a soft, timid kiss, worlds away from the hot kisses they’d shared only moments before. “I really like you,” he whispers against Phil’s mouth.

“Guess what?” Phil whispers back, pressing another kiss to Dan’s lips before pulling away again. “I really like you too.”

“Can we…” Dan trails off, as if he’s unsure about what he wants to say.

“Can we?” Phil prompts gently, rubbing his thumb across Dan’s cheekbone slowly.

Dan takes a deep breath, leaning into Phil’s touch. “Can we not have sex tonight?”

Surprised, and a little confused, Phil leans away. “Oh- of course. We don’t- I mean, we won’t if you don’t want to do that… with me.” He feels an irrational sense of hurt in his chest, and he knows damn well that it’s unwarranted.

Dan’s eyes widen as if he’s been misunderstood. “No, no, that’s not what I meant. Of course I want to, I just…” He trails off, his eyes roaming the wall as if his thoughts are written there, ready to be read off like a script. “I don’t think I want to go that far tonight. Not since we just met.”

Phil nods slowly, trying to wrap his mind around exactly what he thinks Dan wants, considering they’d been on a completely different page only minutes before. “Okay… That’s fine. We don’t have to do any of that.”

The brunette chews on his lip, contemplating. “Can we maybe, like, do some of it? I-“ he flushes then, as if he’s seriously still embarrassed. “I want you, but I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. And I feel like maybe we should have something to look forward to… for later, you know.”

Suddenly, Phil gets the idea that this is likely not about Dan’s aversion to sleeping with him at all. It’s about his aversion to only sleeping with him once. His anxiety settled, Phil smiles at the younger man. “Of course. We’ll need something to look forward to after our next date,” he says cheekily.

Dan laughs, but scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “About that, actually,” he starts.

Phil immediately goes back into panic mode, his eyes widening in surprise. “Oh are you- did you not want to-“

“No, no, no, let me talk,” Dan reprimands gently, flicking Phil’s elbow as punishment for his interruption. He ignores the way Phil pouts, rubbing the skin as if it actually hurt. “I want to, of course I want to. But, I don’t want to go get coffee.”

Phil frowns, confused. “Okay, well, did you-“

“No!” Dan says, louder this time. “Let me ask!”

Startled at Dan’s outburst, Phil leans back a bit, chuckling. “Okay, okay. Go ahead, then.”

Dan takes another deep breath, as if he’s trying to prepare himself for something. “I want to take you to dinner. There’s a restaurant near where I work that I’ve been dying to try, and I want to take you with me.”

Phil tries to force down the flattery he feels at the fact that he rode in the same train of thought as the other everyday parts of Dan’s life, at least for now. “I’d love to go with you,” Phil responds after realizing he hadn’t answered him yet. “When we get back to London we’ll figure out when to go.”

Dan smiles, appearing relieved. “And I can pay, right?” He sounds excited by this, to Phil’s amusement.

“I can-“

“You told me earlier that whoever asks is who pays. I get to pay, right?” Dan interrupts.

Phil sighs, staring at the other man with far too much fondness, all things considered. “Fine, yes, you can pay.”

Dan grins brightly. “Perfect,” he replies, leaning forward to kiss Phil quickly. “Can we order some food?” He asks then, placing a hand on his stomach. “I need to feed the baby.”

Phil blinks.

“The what?”

Dan smirks. “The baby.”

“What baby?” Phil asks, cautious in a way that he shouldn’t be, given that Dan is, as far as he knows, biologically a male and thus unable to carry children.

“Me, I’m the baby,” Dan responds, his eyes sparkling with joy when Phil huffs.

“Oh my god, shut up,” Phil groans, shoving at his shoulder lightly.

Dan giggles, catching his arm and pulling him closer. “No,” he sing-songs. “You like it! You think I’m funny!” He says gleefully.

Phil rolls his eyes, suddenly adamant on not agreeing with that very true statement. “Eh,” he says nonchalantly. “You’re okay.”

Dan pouts before apparently deciding he feels like being cheeky. He swings a leg over Phil’s thighs, so he’s settled on his lap. “Say it, say you think I’m funny,” he demands, dropping his arms to rest on Phil’s shoulders, his hands playing at the ends of his hair.

“I think you’re funny,” Phil deadpans. Smirking, he continues. “Funny looking!”

“Phil!” Dan whines.

Phil smiles, unable to help himself as he leans in and captures the other man’s mouth in a kiss. “You’re cute,” he mumbles against the chapped lips.

“Yeah,” Dan agrees absently before pressing closer, moving his lips against Phil’s gently. Pulling away a little, he bats his eyelashes at him. “I’m also hungry,” he reminds him.

Phil’s laugh echoes around the room. “You’re like a pet, or a kid. You have to be amused and fed and all this stuff. It’s really a lot of work, huh?”

Dan quirks an eyebrow. “At least you don’t have to change my nappy,” he jokes.

Phil’s lips curl up into a smirk. “I still want in your pants, though,” he says coyly.

The groan he receives in response is quickly becoming one of his favorite sounds, usurped only by the whine of “Phillll,” that immediately follows it.

~~~

“I’m so full,” Dan announces a full room service-ordered pizza later.

“We ate a whole pizza. We’re gonna explode,” Phil complains, throwing an arm over his eyes. “I actually feel ill.”

Dan laughs quietly from beside him. “I can make you feel better,” he murmurs, his voice closer.

Phil moves his arm enough to look at Dan with one eye. “No offense, but I’m not in the mood to be sexy right now.”

The brunette rolls his eyes, reaching forward to flick Phil’s temple. “I didn’t mean it like that, you freak. I meant I can put on a film and snuggle you.”

Phil blinks. “Oh.”

“So?” Dan prods.

“Sure, yeah, let’s do that,” he agrees easily enough. He hands Dan the remote to the television since it’s closer to him. “Pick something good,” he instructs as he goes to slip under the covers.

Dan raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to take your jeans off?” he asks.

Phil stops, glances down at himself, and then turns to Dan slowly to smirk. “Are you trying to get me out of my pants, Daniel?”

“Tactless, Philip, absolutely tactless,” he mumbles. “Still, take them off. If we’re going to share a bed I will not be sharing it with someone who’s going to be rubbing denim all over me.”

“Who said I’ll be rubbing anything all over you?” Phil teases as he stands to shimmy out of the jeans.

Dan meets his eyes with a steady gaze. “I did,” he responds, his voice low. “Shirt, too.”

Phil feels a shiver run through him at this turn of events. “Oh- okay.” He tugs the shirt off at the neckline, and for once in his life, the movement is as smooth as he imagined, and he drops the fabric to the floor. He turns his gaze to Dan, finding him staring back, his gaze dark. “Better?” Phil asks, attempting sultry.

The brunette blinks slowly. “Are you always this messy?” He asks, his tone as unreadable as his expression.

Phil startles at that, having expected an entirely different reaction. “Sorry?” He stutters out.

Dan gestures to the clothes on the floor. “Those don’t go on the floor,” he chastises, his tone somewhere between amused and disapproving.

Blinking, Phil shifts his gaze to the clothes he’d carelessly dropped. “Oh. Well, I don’t have my luggage, remember?”

Dan opens his mouth as if he has something to say to that, but apparently, he decides against it, snapping his mouth shut again before shrugging.

Insufferably curious as usual, Phil can’t help but prod. “What?” He asks, placing his hands on his hips.

The brunette shakes his head, smiling thinly. “Just a pet peeve, you’re fine, c’mere.” He holds his arms out, inviting Phil into his embrace, but Phil doesn’t take the bait.

“No, just tell me. Is it because I threw my clothes on the floor?”

Rolling his eyes, Dan drops his arms. “If I tell you will you quit being weird and come snuggle me?”

“Maybe,” Phil sticks his tongue out childishly.

Dan snorts. “I just don’t like clutter.”

Phil blinks.

“That’s clutter?” He asks, gesturing to the crumpled clothes.

“Yes,” Dan confirms with a nod.

“Oh.”

“Come here now?”

“Let me-“ Phil cuts himself off, bending over to collect his clothes. He haphazardly folds them before laying them on the desk where he’d sat his backpack earlier. When he turns around, he finds Dan studying him with a soft look.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. Again, he holds out his arms. “C’mere.”

Phil shakes his head, turning around and grabbing Dan’s backpack, which he knows contains a certain adorable cat shirt. “Pajama time,” he says enthusiastically.

Dan flushes. “Uh…” He trails off, the rosy patch adjacent to his dimple drawing a smile from Phil’s lips.

“Please? It’ll be comfier, and you’ll look so cute,” Phil says cheekily. Maybe he just wants to watch Dan undress, but there’s more to it than that. He wants to snuggle with the other man and snuggling with him in nothing but a t-shirt and boxers is just incredibly tempting to him.

The brunette rolls his eyes and lets out a huff but sits up and holds a hand out. “Hand me the shirt.”

Phil makes a gleeful noise before digging through the bag, tugging at the white fabric when he sees it. He makes sure to take the tags off first before handing it over, watching as Dan tugs his other shirt over his head. When he catches Phil’s stare, he flushes even more.

“Quit looking at me!” He whines, tugging the fabric over his head quickly so that Phil can no longer see his bare skin.

“Sorry,” Phil says, very little remorse in his voice. “I just think you’re very fit.”

Dan stares pointedly down at the shirt he is meticulously folding. “Whatever,” he mumbles.

Even with his pouting, Phil can see the small smile on his pink lips.

“Are you taking your jeans off?” Phil asks as he finally settles onto the bed beside him. “You’ll be comfier that way,” He tries to encourage.

Dan snorts. “You are absolutely thirsty, aren’t you, mate?”

Phil shrugs unashamedly. “I’m gay, and you’re hot. Simple man, simple pleasures,” Phil explains with a smile.

He expects the eyeroll he gets, and he doesn’t bat an eye as Dan stands and begins tugging his jeans down his legs. Their gazes meet briefly, and Dan freezes briefly before seeming to gather some courage, turning away and very obviously bending down to push the material down to his ankles. The position gives Phil a perfect view of Dan’s ass, which is obviously his intention.

Suddenly Phil doesn’t care quite as much about watching a good film.

When Dan is finished, he folds his jeans, placing those and his shirt onto the desk beside Phil’s neatly. When he turns around, there’s an innocent sort of smile on his face. “What?” He asks, clearly catching onto the shift in Phil’s energy.

“C’mere,” Phil rasps, patting his thighs.

Dan quirks a brow, putting a hand on his hip and giving Phil a disbelieving look. “You want me to sit on your lap?” he asks, sounding dubious at the very idea.

“Yeah, I do,” Phil answers confidently. “Please,” he adds, softer.

Dan’s face softens at this, and he immediately moves forward, climbing onto the bed and tossing a leg over Phil’s and coming to rest his ass atop Phil’s thighs, just as he wanted. “Okay?” He whispers, bringing a hand up to card through Phil’s inky hair.

Phil drops his own hands onto Dan’s thighs, just below the fabric of his boxers. “Perfect,” he replies, just as quiet.

The air around them is heavy with silence as they sit there, studying each other closely. It should feel awkward, or intimidating, but it only feels intimate, and dare Phil say it, safe. He traces small circles onto the skin of Dan’s thigh with his thumbs, and revels in the way Dan scratches at his scalp gently.

“I feel like I’ve known you forever,” Dan interrupts the silence with a whisper, his voice wavering as Phil watches his eyes flood with emotion.

“So, do I,” Phil replies. “It’s…“ he trails off as he tries to think of a way to describe it. “I feel like you’re someone I’ve known forever, but I’m only just finding you again.”

Dan ducks his head at this, letting out heavy breaths against Phil’s shoulder, his body beginning to tremble. “Fuck,” He whispers.

“Are you- I’m sorry, that was probably creepy and totally weird. I understand if you think I'm a serial murderer now,” Phil apologizes quickly, wincing as he recounts the very strange thing he’d just confessed to this man he’d only known for the past ten hours or so.

“No, I just-“ Dan takes another heavy breath. “It’s a lot, for me. To feel like this.”

Phil dares a question into the lull of silence. “Like what?”

Dan’s quiet for a long time.

Finally, he speaks. “Like I’m not alone.”

Phil’s positive his heart breaks at those words. His hands move to wrap around Dan’s back, tugging him into a hug. “I’m right here, love.”

After a few moments of him stroking up and down Dan’s back, coupled with pressing soft kisses to his hair, Phil finally manages to calm Dan down. He leans away slowly, carefully avoiding Phil’s gaze as he rubs his hands over his eyes. “Thank you,” he mumbles. “God, I’m sorry I’m so weepy and emotional, like that’s not what you signed up for, fuck,” Dan rambles, leaning away and running a worried hand through his untamed curls.

Phil shushes him gently. “I signed up for you, Dan. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Dan stares at him for a moment, his gaze hardening. Before Phil can even think to question it, the other man leans forward, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss. Phil startles, but gently kisses back, trying to coax Dan out of his harshness. Dan’s not having that, though, nipping at Phil’s lips and rolling his hips down to grind against the older man.

Phil’s heart races at the change of pace, and not in an entirely good way. Gently, he presses his hands against Dan’s hips, halting his movements. “Dan,” he whispers against his lips, pulling away when Dan tries to follow. “You need to slow down,” He reprimands gently.

Dan huffs, shoving Phil’s hands off his hips and rocking down once again, making Phil gasp and shudder at the friction on his clothed cock. Dan doesn’t stop there, gripping the back of Phil’s neck and pulling him in again for another kiss.

As much as Phil is turned on, the concern he feels for Dan’s well-being is eclipsing the feeling his cock is trying to convince him he should focus on. Knowing that Dan isn’t fully stable right now, Phil once again presses against his hips, forcing them to a reluctant stop.

The cry that falls from Dan’s lips once his movements are stopped again is enough to break Phil’s heart all over again. He sounds positively wounded, and Phil can’t stand it. But he also can’t stand the idea of Dan forcing them to go too far right now in a fit of emotion. “Dan, stop,” he says, his voice authoritative in a way he hasn’t been so far.

Dan whines, he actually whines. “But-“

“You aren’t actually ready to go that far, you already told me that,” Phil reminds him, stroking his thumb over Dan’s cheekbone.

“I changed my mind,” Dan argues petulantly.

Phil levels him with an unimpressed stare. “That’s a lie, and we both know it.”

“You don’t know shit,” Dan snaps immediately.

Phil is a little taken aback by the sharp tone, but he tries to hide how hurt he actually is by it. “Okay,” he concedes quietly.

Dan’s face immediately falls as he catches himself. “I didn’t mean- Phil, I wasn’t-“

Phil cuts him off with a shrug. “It’s fine. You’re right, I don’t know as much as I probably should to be making such rash judgements.”

The brunette shakes his head adamantly, chocolate curls swaying over his forehead. “No, no, no, you know plenty. You’ve learned more, and listened to me more, in the past ten hours, than most of my friends have in the past ten months.”

Still not fully convinced that he hadn’t meant it, Phil shrugs. He’s going to try not to let his now sour mood cost them their comfortable evening, though. “Wanna watch a film still?”

Dan nods, swallowing hard. “Are you cross?”

Phil shakes his head, moving under the duvet. “No, I’m not cross. C’mere so we can snuggle.” He holds up the covers to allow Dan to crawl under them and get settled. Despite how comfortable they’ve already established that they feel with each other, it’s a little awkward as they try to maneuver into a position that’s comfortable for the both of them.

They end up with Phil resting his back against the head board, Dan sat between his legs, his back to Phil’s chest. It’s cozy, and Phil finds himself petting Dan’s curls gently as Dan channel surfs for something to watch.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” the younger man whispers.

Phil presses a kiss to his neck, not missing the way Dan shivers. “It’s okay.” He hesitates, a question burning on his tongue, but he’s almost positive he’s crossing a line. Rather than ask what he’s desperate to inquire about, he chooses a different path. “Do you need to do anything before you go to sleep?” He asks.

Dan stiffens in his arms, and Phil panics, thinking for sure that he’s messed up. “Brush my teeth?” He says, his voice lilting up as if it’s a question rather than an answer.

His attempt at asking about his medication indirectly foiled, Phil releases a small sigh. “I meant, like…” he trails off, pondering how to phrase it without sounding insensitive.

“Are you asking if I need to wank before I sleep?” Dan deadpans when Phil fails to respond.

Phil splutters at the question. “No! I mean, if you still wanted to like, not like- but- that’s not what I was asking.”

Dan turns enough to meet Phil’s gaze. “Then what the hell were you asking?” He’s smiling, clearly amused at how flustered Phil is.

Closing his eyes tightly to avoid any sort of anger Dan might harbor, Phil speaks without thinking. “I was trying to ask if you needed to take your medicine tonight. I wasn’t sure how to ask that delicately.”

He waits for an outburst, to feel Dan shove him away and curse him for being so nosy, but it doesn’t come.

Instead, he feels a hand cup his jaw before soft lips press to his. “Phil,” Dan breathes through a laugh.

Phil slowly opens his eyes, surprised to find Dan staring at him with the softest gaze. “I’m sorry,” he blurts before he can stop himself.

“Don’t be,” Dan immediately says. “I think it’s really sweet that you asked me that. You’re actually right, I need to take it before I sleep, but it makes me really drowsy, so when I take it I’ll be out pretty quick.” He says the last part with his eyes downcast, as if he’s embarrassed for some reason.

“Okay. Do you want to take it now? It’s getting late.” Phil honestly doesn’t care at all what time it is, but he doesn’t want to mess up Dan’s body’s chemistry by keeping him from taking his medicine when he should.

A grimace is on Dan’s face as he glances over at the clock. “Remind me in an hour?” He requests, his voice soft.

“Sure,” Phil replies with a smile. He grabs the discarded TV remote, continuing the search for something to watch. “What’re you in the mood for?” He asks, moving in to rest his chin atop Dan’s shoulder.

“I reckon I’m in the mood for you,” Dan says cheekily.

Phil rolls his eyes and tilts his head to lick Dan’s ear. He intends it to be a punishment for Dan’s inappropriate behavior, so he’s not expecting the quiet gasp and the shiver that rocks Dan’s body. “Hm,” Phil hums, intrigued at that response. “That’s interesting,” he teases. Dropping the remote after clicking play on a random title, he wraps his arms around Dan’s chest, holding the younger man in place against his body. This time he deliberately drags the tip of his tongue along the shell of Dan’s ear, pressing a kiss there before moving down to the spot just behind the lobe.

“Phil,” Dan breathes, his hand coming up to grip Phil’s arm.

“What?” Phil whispers. “Do you want me to stop?” It comes out sultry but it’s a serious question, and if Dan says yes he knows he’ll drop it immediately.

“No,” Dan nearly shouts. “Feels good.” He arches his neck, giving Phil more room to work.

“Good,” Phil hums before dropping his lips back to the expanse of skin, kissing a line down from his ear to the base of his throat. “Can I leave a mark?” He breathes, suddenly obsessed with the idea of leaving this piece of Dan covered in marks. Phil doesn’t generally think of himself as a possessive person by nature, but this time he feels is an exception.

“Fuck yes,” Dan all but moans. “Please.”

Phil smiles against the skin before opening his mouth and sucking, just hard enough to bring a little color to the area. He didn’t want to hurt the other man, obviously, but in a sick way, he wanted Dan to feel him even after they parted.

His teeth graze the spot just a little, and Dan’s body jerks. “Fuck,” he moans, long and drawn out. Phil glances down, smiling proudly to himself when he sees the obscene way that Dan’s boxers have tented with his arousal.

“More?” Phil whispers, double checking that Dan is still into this.

“Please.” It’s almost a sob.

So, Phil goes back to his gentle assault, scraping his teeth along the bites after each suction. He’s had this done to himself, he knows how electrifying it can feel to have the already tender area grazed like that, and from Dan’s physical response, he’s a fan of it.

“Please, please, please,” Dan chants.

Phil pulls away just a bit. “What do you need?” He asks.

“Touch me, please, I’m so close,” Dan babbles, practically thrashing in his arms at the pleasure.

Phil pauses at that. “You’re already close? Just from this?” He asks, breathing deeply against Dan’s neck before licking a stripe up the side.

“Yes, yes, fuck,” Dan whines.

Phil hums. “Think you could come just like this?” He doesn’t seriously think Dan could, but the imagery is.... intoxicating, to say the least.

Dan twists in his arms, trying to get friction on his cock. “Nuh-uh,” he protests. “Can’t- not close enough-“

“Okay, shh, I’ll get you there.” Phil’s mind is whirling with all the possibilities here, his own straining cock forgotten in favor of getting Dan off. He could easily wank him off in this position or he could even reposition them to suck him off. While both of those are equally as tempting, he almost loses it at the idea of wanking Dan while still sucking on his neck.

Phil drops a hand down to palm over the front of Dan’s pants, and the boy shudders against him. “Phil,” he gasps.

“This okay?” Phil whispers, moving his hand to dip his fingers under the waistband of the material.

“Yes,” Dan breathes.

With permission granted, Phil shucks Dan’s boxers down to his thighs, unconcerned about properly removing them right now. He makes a soft noise as he gets a look at Dan’s weeping cock, gently wrapping his hand around his length and giving it a squeeze. “What a beautiful cock,” he breathes into Dan’s ear, darting his tongue out to lick inside.

“Phil, don’t-“ Dan protests, his brown eyes wide as he tilts his head to stare at the older man.

“It is, though. Absolutely gorgeous, love,” he praises, stroking slowly as he whispers into Dan’s ear.

“Gonna come,” Dan whispers, dropping his head back to rest on Phil’s shoulder.

“Yeah? Your pretty dick is going to come all over my hand?” Phil hardly ever talks like this in bed, but something about Dan is intoxicating and he feels absolutely drunk off it. “Go on, then. Come for me.”

Dan whines, his hips rutting up into Phil’s hand as he chases his relief. “Close, close,” he whines helplessly.

Phil presses a kiss to his neck, nipping gently before licking over it. His left hand crawls up from where it had been resting on top of Dan’s stomach, rucking his shirt up as he goes. His thumb brushes against Dan’s nipple and he stills for a moment before moaning, his hips moving even faster up into Phil’s hand.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants.

“Shh, we’re in a hotel,” Phil reminds him, a little worried about being caught out.

Dan whines loudly at that, and Phil shrugs his shoulder so Dan’s head rolls to the side, just enough that Phil can capture his lips in a heated kiss. He presses his tongue inside, licking into Dan’s mouth and swallowing his noises as he strokes him faster.

He feels the moment that Dan’s orgasm overcomes him, his body going rigid and his mouth slackening against Phil’s before he shudders and moans into Phil’s mouth. Then he’s spilling wet and hot over Phil’s fingers, his hips still rolling gently as he rides out the pleasure.

“Good boy,” Phil murmurs on a whim.

Dan whines at this, his body slowly relaxing as the last waves subside, until he’s laying completely limp against the front of Phil’s body. Phil brings his wet hand up to his mouth, sucking a finger into his mouth to clean Dan’s come off. Dan opens his eyes at the noise, and his face goes a shade darker when he sees what Phil’s doing.

“Want some?” Phil offers with a smirk, holding his hand out.

Dan stares at him, his eyes wide, but he slowly, hesitantly opens his mouth in invitation. Phil smears a little onto Dan’s lower lip before pushing a finger into his mouth. He’s shocked when Dan closes his lips around the digit and begins sucking, swirling his tongue around as he swipes the mess clean. His gaze never falters, and Phil is mesmerized at the wrecked look on his face.

He moves onto the next finger without being asked, and within just a few moments, his hand is completely clean again. “Thanks for the snack,” Dan says with a smirk, appearing to be completely at himself again.

“That was...” Phil trails off, unsure of how to even explain how that made him feel.

Dan’s expression shifts to one of shyness. “Sorry, was that too much?”

Phil gapes at him, slowly shaking his head. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he informs him matter-of-factly.

If it’s even possible, Dan’s rosy cheeks just become darker at the compliment. “Really? I didn’t know if maybe it’d gross you out or something, it’s-“

Phil has to cut him off there. “No, fuck no. That was hot.”

Dan smiles genuinely at him before wriggling out of his grip and turning to face him instead. Phil’s legs part immediately to give him more room, his prominent erection very obvious at this angle. Dan makes no move to tuck himself back into his pants, and instead he pulls them off entirely, tossing them to the end of the bed.

“Thought you didn’t like clutter?” Phil teases.

“Sex clutter doesn’t count,” Dan snips back.

“Round two already?”

Dan grins. “Actually, this is more of part two to our round one. You still haven’t come once.”

“Hm, interesting observation,” he coughs out. Phil has been painfully aware of this fact, but since he was unsure what all Dan was comfortable doing, he didn’t want to push him any further yet. It seemed that Dan didn’t have these same reservations.

With a cheeky smile, Dan lays down, making himself comfy on the bed. “Don’t worry, I’m here to help.” He glances up at Phil then, quirking an eyebrow. “You’re okay with this, yeah?”

Phil nods. “Yes,” he assures him quickly. He’s aware of how desperate that probably sounds, but he can’t find it in him to care.

“I’m gonna suck you off, okay?” Dan asks, looking up at Phil with doe eyes.

“Fuck,” Phil whimpers. “That’s more than okay, yeah, shit.”

Dan smiles before leaning in and licking up Phil’s length, flicking his tongue over the tip before bending his neck to take the tip into his mouth. He swirls his tongue, suckling lightly before momentarily popping off. “Teeth?” Dan inquires.

Phil pauses before shaking his head. “No.”

Nodding, Dan goes right back in, this time bobbing his head to take more of him into his mouth. Phil groans when Dan hollows his cheeks, unable to help shifting his hips up a little to chase the wet heat. “Sorry,” he mumbles, flinging a hand up to grip at his own hair.

Dan peers up at him, pulling off with a frown. “Here, give me your hands.” He takes Phil’s hands and guides them to his hair, pressing them down against his scalp until Phil gets the picture.

“Oh,” he breathes.

“You can pull on it, I like that,” Dan says, his voice a little shy.

Phil takes a shuddering breath before complying and tugging Dan’s hair a little, enough to guide him back to his leaking cock. “There we go,” he murmurs when Dan’s lips part for the tip. “Good boy,” he says tentatively, testing it out. Dan had responded well to it when he was on the brink of release, but he was unsure if it was still a thing now.

Dan moans around him, and Phil relaxes, relieved to find something Dan is into as well. He chews on his lip as Dan works on taking him deeper, his red lips stretching beautifully around his length. Phil nearly purrs when Dan sucks just right, bobbing his head slowly before pulling off almost entirely and lapping at the precum.

Phil can’t help but groan at the way Dan is licking him. “You look like you’re eating a fucking ice lolly,” he pants.

Another lick and Dan pulls his mouth away long enough to smirk. “Tastes even better,” he says, his voice low and rough.

Even though he knows that Dan is trying to be sexy, Phil can’t help the snort of laughter that falls from his mouth. “Fuck, Dan.”

“Hm, maybe later, I’m busy right now,” Dan says cheekily.

Phil can’t help but roll his eyes at this. “You’re so- oh fuck,” he moans when Dan suddenly deepthroats him. Phil grips the sheets tightly, using all his willpower not to fuck into the wet warmth, knowing that in this position it would absolutely choke Dan. “Fuck, fuck,” he mumbles, moving a hand to stroke gently through Dan’s curls. “You’re so good at this, baby. So good.”

Dan hums, and slowly shifts his jaw. Phil feels it just as much as he sees it when Dan swallows around him, and Phil drops his head back with a groan. He’s close, he’s so close, but he doesn’t want to hurt Dan and he knows that when he comes he’s not going to be thinking about keeping himself still.

Gently, he grips Dan’s hair and pulls him off a little bit. Dan’s eyes are wide and slightly panicked when he looks up at him, but Phil only smiles reassuringly. “You’re doing lovely, but I don’t want to hurt you finishing like that.”

Dan crinkles his nose. “I don’t think someone has ever called my blowjob skills “lovely” and I’m not entirely sure what to make of that,” he rasps, his voice wrecked.

Phil rolls his eyes, tugging on a curl playfully. “My mum raised me right, I know how to give a man credit when credit is due.”

“Your mum raised you to give compliments to guys who are good at blowing you?” Dan asks sarcastically, that same smirk on his lips again.

Narrowing his eyes, Phil leans down and drags his fingers over Dan’s lips. “These are moving an awful lot, but not in the right way.” Unprompted, Dan’s mouth falls slightly agape, and Phil takes the opportunity to shove two fingers down into the wet warmth immediately. Dan’s eyes are wide, but he obediently begins sucking and bobbing his head. “There we go. Be a good boy and do it that way, okay?” He'd never fancied himself this bossy in bed, but here he was, being bossy and directive, but judging from the way Dan's eyes nearly roll back in his head, he doesn't mind.

Dan nods excitedly before sliding his mouth off of Phil’s fingers, settling back down between his legs to get back to work. Phil can’t help the soft noises falling from his lips as Dan works him to the edge, and when his orgasm hits a couple minutes later, it comes as a pleasant surprise. “Oh,” he gasps, tugging gently on Dan’s hair as he feels the feeling crash over him. “I’m-“ he tries to warn him, but Dan doesn’t catch what he’s trying to say, instead winding up with a mouthful. “Sorry,” Phil apologizes as he tries to catch his breath. “You can spit it out, I won’t care.”

The brunette gives him an apologetic smile, his mouth still full, as he slides off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom. Phil hears him spitting the contents out, followed by the sound of running water. He can’t even be offended honestly, he wasn’t the greatest at swallowing himself, and didn’t do it very often.

“Sorry,” Dan apologizes almost immediately upon walking back into the room, his smile one of guilt. “Haven’t learned to love the taste just yet.”

Phil laughs at that. “Mate, I don’t think I’ll ever love the taste, it’s fine.”

Dan crinkles his nose. “Don’t call me that, I just sucked your dick.”

Phil blinks. And then he promptly bursts into giggles. “Sorry, I just-“ he loses it again when he notices the indignant frown on Dan’s lips. “You just look so cute, all offended about that.”

“I’m not cute!” Dan protests.

Suppressing a smile, Phil shrugs. “Sure, whatever you say.” He tosses the sheet over himself then, not bothering with pulling his pants back on or anything. He felt loads more comfortable and confident than he had earlier, and he wasn’t about to lose that by retreating into his clothes. Unless his nakedness made Dan uncomfortable, of course. But judging by the way he too crawls under the blankets, naked aside from his cat t-shirt, Phil concludes he's not all that fussed about it.

“I’m tired,” Dan announces then, staring up at Phil as if it's his responsibility to change that.

Phil gives him a soft look. “I bet. And I hate to do this to you since you just sat down, but you still need to take your medicine.”

Dan groans. “Fuck. I forgot already.” He rolls over and looks up at Phil, his eyes wide and pleading and gorgeous. “Phil, I would be forever in your debt if you’d fetch my meds for me,” he says sweetly.

Phil responds with a snort. “I dunno, sounds like a rough deal. You get drugs and I’m stuck with you forever, or until I decide you’ve paid me back?”

Rolling his eyes, Dan’s mood seems to shift. “I know it’s a shit bargain, but I’m too lazy to get up.” He tries to force his casual, funny tone, but it falls flat, and Phil realizes he’s seriously annoyed about what Phil had said in jest.

“I was kidding, Dan,” Phil says gently. “I’d be honored to spend as much time with you as you’re willing to give.” He puts all the sincerity, all the honesty, that he can into those words.

Dan’s gaze falls down at this, and he fiddles with the corner of the pillowcase as a distraction. “Yeah, well…” He trails off. “Don’t be sappy,” he grouches.

Phil carefully reaches out and pets Dan’s curls. “I’m not. You’re not giving yourself enough credit. You’ve been nothing but lovely to be around, and I’ve been thrilled to spend the day in your company. Don’t sell yourself short, Daniel.”

A soft groan sounds and Dan’s rolling over to bury his head in Phil’s naked chest. “How do you exist?” He grumbles.

Phil grins. He can do the whole sarcastic, playful bit. Just maybe a little less direct this time. “Well you see, when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much-“ He begins.

Dan yelps at this, pulling his head away from Phil’s chest like he’s been burnt. “Oh my god! No! I don’t want to hear about that!”

Cackling, Phil can’t help but lean in and press a kiss to Dan’s full lips. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“That was horrible. I’m considering withdrawing all admissions of my affection for you,” Dan announces pretentiously.

Phil smiles softly at this, slowly running a finger along the shell of Dan’s ear. “You have affection for me?” He asks, his voice almost a coo.

Dan’s face goes a shade darker at this. “Not anymore,” he proclaims.

Pushing his face against Dan’s hair to hide his grin, Phil hums in disagreement. “No, I don’t think so. I think you like me a lot, actually. I think you fancy me a bit.”

“Mm, maybe,” Dan says, half-heartedly.

Phil smiles and presses his face closer to Dan’s, shifting so that his mouth hovers just over Dan’s ear. “Well guess what?”

Dan tries to feign nonchalance when he says, “What?”

“I fancy you a lot,” Phil whispers.

The shiver that runs over Dan’s spine is impossible to miss. “Yeah?” He asks.

“A whole lot more than I should fancy a stranger I met in an airport,” he admits. And honestly, it’s the first time he’s really let himself process it. Here he was, meeting a man in an airport of all places, and falling for him in the span of a day, as if he has any right to get that close that quickly. And yet, he didn’t feel like a stranger. He felt like he’d known Dan forever, like there wasn’t a time that he hadn’t felt his heart beat faster at the short breaths he took, or the sight of those brown curls. It was insane, and maybe he was insane, but he felt so completely at home with Dan that he couldn’t imagine lying to the other man about how he felt.

“I don’t want to be a stranger you met at an airport,” Dan says quietly. His voice is so low Phil nearly doesn’t catch it, almost as if Dan hadn’t intended for him to hear.

His heart twists uncomfortably at those words. “No?” he asks.

“I wanna be more than that to you. I want…” Dan trails off, and his voice is wavering with uncertainty even when he finds the words. “I want to see where this goes. I don’t want to just be the guy you met at an airport and screwed around with in a hotel afterwards.” Phil opens his mouth to protest but Dan beats him to it. “See, I know you’re going to say I’m not that, but I want you to prove it.”

Phil pauses, trying to make sure Dan is finished before he tentatively asks, “How?”

Dan tilts his head so that he’s staring straight into Phil’s eyes, honey and caramel and chocolate drawing him in. “I want to date you. I want you to go on a date with me when we’re back in London, and I want to stay over at yours and have you stay over at mine and I want us to go to movies and dinner and be cheesy and lame and have sex and I want you to want to introduce me as someone besides the guy you met at an airport.”

His words are rushed and aren’t all coherent, but it’s a beautiful speech, and Phil’s heart is pounding by the end of it. It takes him a moment to figure out how to respond, and another to figure out how to make his mouth move again. “Okay. I hope you like horror movies and popcorn and cuddles because that’s what you’re getting yourself into.”

Dan nods, his face totally serious. “And sex. I like sex.”

Phil has to laugh at that and press another lingering kiss to Dan’s willing mouth. “And sex,” he mumbles. Dan brushes the tip of his tongue across Phil’s lips, but instead of opening his mouth to him, Phil pulls away a little. “I hope you like “boyfriend” too, because I’m particularly fond for that word.”

The sound Dan makes then is a cross between a gasp and a squeak, but Phil is quickly swallowing it with his own mouth, leaving very little room for argument or response of any kind.

And maybe they were stupid and naïve, and this would never work, but maybe they were willing to try and put in the effort anyway. And Phil knew there was more to Dan than what was meeting his eye, but so far, he was willing to accept every part he’d been willing to share. There would likely be other conversations, logistics on how they would see each other when they didn’t even know where in London the other lived, but it wasn’t anything a google map and some patience couldn’t solve.

And maybe it wouldn’t be perfect, as things rarely are, and this would all fall apart in a month. Or, maybe they would be as close to perfect as he could want. The likelihood of either was really just a gamble at this point, but that was something he was willing to try for.

Phil hated making mistakes. He hated being a failure.

But he hated the idea of giving up on a good thing before it had even begun even more.

#phan #phandom #phanfic #airport au #dan is a lonely introvert writing in his journal #phil is a simple gay man who wants to woo this curly haired nerd #also dan's cat tshirt bc im soft for that #smut #fluff #depression

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Cornfields

Holy shit, an update. Sorry it’s not Owner guys, I swear I’m working on it! But for now, enjoy Yoongi as an awkward as fuck alien.

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Traveling through space with an alien was weird.

Like, being a human aboard a spaceship was unheard of in these times, but it happened...

It started like any other, dark and kinda cold. You lay in bed, contemplating what the following months would bring. Dreading the day you’d pick your marriage partner. The human species was slowly going stagnant. If the race did nothing, humans were going to die out, and that apparently wasn’t an option.

So now, you had multiple tests done and fertility clinics were all the rage. People were chosen for one another based on successful impregnation statistics and compatibility of gene pools.

Was this to be the rest of your life? Living with a man you didn’t really know, just to produce more people for a dying race? Some found it noble and accepted their new fates with big shoulders to rest their burden upon. You?

The idea of being stuck on this planet for the rest of your meagre life seemed a bit dull, to be completely honest. Ever since new lives and new species started coming to Earth, many of humanity had left the planet, rathering to travel the stars in search of a better tomorrow or some shit.

A loud crash and a bright light encased your room. You bolted from bed and looked at the scene before you. A ship, lodged into the cornfield next to your house. This felt like a cheap old movie from the early 2000’s, almost two thousand years ago ironically. However, enticed by the cliche you ran down the stairs to find an alien staring at his ship in distaste.

He was something to behold. Looking almost humanoid, except his eyes were bright green and his hair a naturally occuring royal blue. He also had body markings over his slightly gray tinged skin. He was a sight to behold in this boring world.

“Well this is, what do the humans call it? Unfortunate,” he said, staring at the crumpled piece of metal with mused interest.

“Hi,” you said lamely, trying to figure out how to keep this person’s interest. Slowly, he turned and looked to you.

“Are you human?” He questioned, coming slightly closer. You backed up slightly, but held a firm stance.

“Yes, why?” you confirmed.

“Just wondering if the stupid GPS got me to the right planet, and it didn’t. I typed in Humanix, stupid thing took me to the closest planets with humans instead. Great,” he huffed, annoyed.

“Are you hurt?” you asked, looking at the state of his vessel, then to him. He shook his head and pointed to an escape pod a few hundred meters down the field.

“Ditched it before it crumpled under the pressure difference of your atmosphere. Stupid thing really wasn’t worth the credits I spent on it.”

You spent the night speaking with whom you found out to be Min Yoongi. A Uzmanic from the planet Utheridian. They were fairly close to humans, however they didn’t die as quickly nor were they a favorite amongst the people of the universe. They had been known to worm their way into politics and cause chaos and throw the worlds into disarray for the short handed amusement it would create. They don’t particularly care for much. However, they are truly beautiful to behold.

Yoongi, as you discovered, didn’t really like a majority of his kin and ditched them. Rathering to research the stars and the people they harbored.

It was a noble enough cause, so you naturally wanted in.

He had stayed with you for three weeks, working on his ship everyday and carving his way into your heart. The morning he was supposed to leave, you walked out with him, in the same field where you’d met.

“Yoongi, I’m going to miss you,” you said, biting your lip as he ran a few more diagnostic tests.

“Well, seeing as how I have become a constant in your life. Now that I am going to depart, sadness is to be expected,” he announced, not looking up from his device.

“Are you going to miss me?” you asked, feeling human emotions of possessiveness and the need to be wanted running rampant.

“For a bit I guess, but I’m young and I’m sure I’ll forget you one day,” he said, the sharpness of his words cutting you like a knife.

In the time you’d known Yoongi, you’d quickly figured out words were not his forefront. He often said things without thinking about the consequences they’d have on more emotionally fueled species, humans being the main example.

“Ah, I see,” you said, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. Yoongi’s head lifted at the waver in your tone. He hadn’t heard that sound from you before. The wetness in your eyes confused him. What were you doing that for? It seemed inconvenient after you had painted your face with ‘cosmetics’ as he noticed your eyelashes looked clumpier.

“What are you doing?” he asked, coming closer. You pushed him away and rubbed your eyes in frustration.

“Crying you idiot, it’s what humans do when they’re hurt or sad,” you explained, trying to save your makeup with a tissue.

“I know you’re sad ‘cause I’m leaving, but it’ll be alright. You’ll meet that marriage partner you were telling me about, have someone to be with,” he tried to make you feel better. But that only made the crying continue, at a much more alarming rate.

Sobs echoed through the field, birds going silent for fear of the unknown sound. Yoongi watched as your face turned red and your eyes produced an astonishing amount of liquid. He’d seen other creatures do something similar to this crying, but it wasn’t as hideous as this. Your nose was running as you fell to your knees. Yoongi, now worried for your safety followed you down and tried to see where the injury was.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, wondering if sadness truly was the cause of this outburst.

“Yes,” you whimpered, unable to really speak through the mess of snot and tears. Yoongi’s heart rate jumped. You were injured! He had to help you! The human race was rare enough as it was in the cosmos, and even more so on their home planet. To hell he’d let such a species die right before him.

“Where? Where does it hurt, what happened?” he asked. You pointed to your chest, right where the human heart should sit.

“My heart hurts,” you said, a tear falling from your eyelashes and hitting the ground below. Yoongi reached forward, touching your chest in a hurry. An unexpected pain hit his face and he held his cheek in astonishment.

“You hit me,” he said, his tone incredulous.

“Don’t touch my chest you weirdo! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” you screeched, tears stopping and face turning less red, a more pinkish color now, focused mainly in the cheeks.

“You said your heart hurts, I’m trying to save your life! And now my face hurts, you jerk,” he said, rubbing his tender flesh.

It was deathly quiet, before a snort erupted from your throat. Suddenly, you were laughing. The sound reached Yoongi’s ears and the familiarity of it soothed his worried mind. Yoongi offered a cock eyed grimace with no real malice inside. Just pure wonderment at a species that could literally change emotions with two or three seconds.

Once your laughter died down, you gave him a smile. Yoongi felt confusion sweep over him again. You still had tears of sadness in your eyes. But a smile generally meant humans were happy, did it not? How could you hold two emotions on your face? Humans truly were incredible.

“I really am going to miss you,” you said, reaching out to touch his face. Yoongi flinched, but then relaxed into the warmth of your palm. Uzmanics general run ten or twenty degrees lower than humans. Helping them adapt to the heat of their planet.

Yoongi felt a pang inside of his chest. An emotion unfamiliar to him.

Sadness.

He was sad that he was leaving also. But he knew there was much to do out in the universe. It was vast and unexplored and there was much to see. He couldn’t live here with you...

Uzmanics had a telepathic ability. If touched on the skin, they were able to see what the other was thinking. Generally, they had to get the person to relax and open up allowing them to see inside their mind. However, he didn’t have to search for your thoughts. They were there, almost pushing their way into his mind.

Yoongi’s face smiled back at him. The corn in full bloom. Your hands outstretched before him, reaching for his form. He came running back, taking your hand and leading you out into the blazing field, drenched in the afternoon sun. He watched as the two of you played in the field of corn, running amongst the stalks and laughing. When the night became dark, Yoongi saw himself in your bed next to you, sleeping soundly. Next he saw you looking down at your stomach, a wide bulbous mass in front of you. Yoongi was on his knees before you, placing his mouth against your skin. Then there was no longer a large mound on your body, but a small bundle in your arms, a tiny face with bright green eyes peering up at you.

A child, looking at it’s mother.

When you took your hand away, Yoongi almost followed. Wanting to continue to live in that fantasy you dreamed up for him. However, when your touch left, so did your emotions. He realized how ridiculous that was. Staying here? A dying Earth with a species that was already abandoning the ground for the skies. There wasn’t a chance he would stay here... Except, maybe for you.

“Yoongi?” you asked as the two of you stood from the ground. His hand was on the clasp for the ship, readying himself to pull open the door.

“Hmm?” he asked, turning to you.

“Can I ask a favor?” you offered, coming closer.

“I guess, what is it?” he said, dropping his hand from the metal.

“It’s human tradition to hug when there is a departure... I was wondering if we could hug, because your leaving and stuff,” you said, biting your lip.

“How do we hug?”

You chuckled at the question and came forward, wrapping your arms around his torso and leaning your head on his chest. Yoongi wrinkled his brows in confusion, but mimicked your behavior. The sensation was one of comfort, he realized. You didn’t want him to leave, so this was your way of seeking his comfort for the departure.

“I have to go,” he said, pulling his arms off of you.

“I know,” you said, doing the same.

“Hope your life goes as you want it to. Don’t die young, don’t be stupid and don’t cry so much. You look really gross when you do that,” he said, offering his advice. You laughed softly and nodded.

“I’ll try my best, thank you Yoongi,” you said.

“For what?”

“For crashing into the corn,” you explained.

Yoongi wasn’t sure how his desecration of your crops was a good thing, but he didn’t question it. He nodded before hauling himself into his ship and beginning to start the engines. His mind can’t shake that image though...

The look of pure happiness on his face, how happy you longed for him to be...

You were back on your porch, watching the spaceship beginning to depart. Your heart was breaking a thousand times over again. He really was leaving, he wasn’t going to stay with you... No matter how much you dreamed for it to be true.

Yoongi looked and used his heightened abilities to gaze at you on the porch, the tears were apparent still. But it wasn’t sobbing like earlier. It was just broken, small hiccups that shook your frame every now and again as you saw the engines begin to phase in correct alignment.

Pain gripped his heart as he saw you in that state. He didn’t know why the pain was there, but he didn’t like it one bit.

A fairly stupid idea struck him...

Perhaps you couldn’t live in a corn field together... But you could travel the stars together...

Yoongi jumped from the ship and ran across the field. You noticed his frame and began to run as well. Tripping over your legs and rushing to be by his side again. Once near each other, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Yoongi, unsure of what kind of expression this was quickly unraveled your limbs and took your hands.

“Yoongi, what-”

“Come with me,” he demanded.

“What?”

“Get into that spaceship, and come with me,” he said, pointing to the door.

“Are you serious?” you asked, smiling at him then the ship before you.

“Of course I am, but are you?” he asked, raising a blue eyebrow at you.

“Definitely.”

And that’s how this journey started. In a field of corn, with a dream.

* * *

Now, you had been traveling with Yoongi for almost two years. The two of you were the best of friends. The only friend he’d ever had, really. The Uzmanics don’t really form bonds with others, it is seen as messy and kind of unimportant to tangle yourself with other individuals in their eyes... But, when they do form a bond it is an intense one.

Yoongi and yourself had seen many things together. Some terrifying, some incredible. And everything was still ahead of you. There was too much out there to see, and not enough time to see it. But like fuck if you weren’t going to try.

Yoongi had decided upon another topic of research... Saving species. How to do so and how to make them repopulate in an efficient manner. He’d been reading for almost three months, and you were getting rather bored with it all. The last planet you’d been on had a stagnant population and was dying out rather quickly. It was a similar background as yours, but a few stages further along.

Ever since Yoongi saw the dead fetus in their laboratory, something struck within him. He never wanted to see that again.

Although, being on warp speed for a few months can get really fucking boring.

Time to pester!

You wandered down the halls of the ship, making your way to Yoongi’s study. He’d spent most of his time in here as of late. And you were not happy with the abandonment.

Knocking on the door caused a muffled groan of ‘enter’, from Yoongi’s lips. You strolled in, smiling and ready to cause mischief, it was one of your specialities.

“Yoongiiiii~” you breathed, sitting on his desk next to him as he read his book.

“What is it, Y/N. I’m busy,” he announced.

“Busy, oh I see. Am I that uninteresting that you’d rather read your book?”

“If that’s how you want to take it, sure,” he said.

You peaked at the book he was reading.

Anatomy of the Human Male - Volume 12

He was reading about your species? You wondered for what purpose.

“What are you reading that for?” you asked, leaning against his shoulders.

“The human race is one of the races closest to extinction. I am wondering if breeding with other species will help the gene pool become more varied, helping with fertilization. I’m studying up on the males to see what sort of species could be compatible,” he said.

“Wow, you really want to save us,” you explained. Yoongi looked at you and nodded.

“I never want to see the result of infertility again. It was horrific,” he swallowed thickly.

“Well, what species have you found to be compatible?” you asked.

“A few, humans are a fickle race. Females don’t breed easily, and when they do the fertility has to be timed and cycled correctly for the egg to be bred correctly, then the female has to take care of the-”

“Yoongi, I know all about that. I happen to be a human female myself,” you commented.

“That’s right, I forget that sometimes,” he sighed. “The Adamantians might be a good fit, however their abandonment of young might not feel correct for humans.”

“Absolutely not,” you said.

“What?”

“Is that the thing you’d have females breeding with? Hell no, for my fellow human females I’ll be the one picking here. Show me another one,” you said.

Yoongi flushed slightly, but continued with his list. “The Extraxians also pose good numbers, however the males are a little awkward to say the least... The females might have good luck with human males though,” he noted.

“Ew, gross. I could never have sex with that,” you stated. Yoongi sighed and continued on down the list.

Failure after failure. Yoongi kept running into the same problem.

His lack of knowledge on the actual act of breeding, as well as the females anatomy. All of the books of female reproduction and breeding are highly sought after, due to their rarity.

“Y/N, quit making gagging sounds over there and help me figure this out,” he said rubbing his face in frustration.

“Well, Yoongi it sounds like there is a lack of data for the experiment. So, gather more data. Find more books to read and stuff,” you said, pushing your hair out of your face.

“I can’t gather data on a dying race, there isn’t enough of them. Plus, the books on female anatomy are far too expensive, I’d have to sell everything in order to purchase just a chapter,” he said, rubbing his face.

“Yoongi,” you whispered, biting your lip yet again. He was worried for the skin there.

“Hmm?”

“What if I told you, there was something better than a book that could tell you everything you wanted to know about female anatomy of the human race?” you said, blushing. Yoongi was confused to say the least. What could possibly be better than one of the most sought after pieces of literature in the modern age?

“What are you talking about?” he asked, taking his glasses off to look at you.

“Yoongi, I am a human female.”

“Yes,” he nodded. “We’ve discussed this,” he muttered, losing interest.

“Which means I have female human anatomy,” you said. Yoongi thought about your statement.

“Y/N, it’s so kind of you to offer, but I don’t want to kill you and cut you open for science. You’re a friend of mine,” he said, pushing his hair up off of his face.

“What? No! I don’t want you to dissect me! I’ll show you on my body, Yoongi!” you said. Yoongi thought about it for a moment. It seemed like a rather good idea.

“Alright, that’s fair. How would you like to proceed?” he asked.

“Well, I guess you could ask me what parts you’re confused about and I’ll show them to you and explain how they work,” you said, coming closer. Yoongi nodded and looked at his book.

“Alright, so the hips seem to be mentioned frequently. Can you show me your hips please?” Yoongi asked, you nodded and slowly lifted your shirt, exposing your stomach to him. He marveled at the smooth texture it appeared to have.

“My hips are here,” you said, pointing to the joint just underneath your ribs and the skin that slightly flares out. Yoongi nodded and came closer.

“Am I allowed to touch you?” he asked, looking up for permission.

“Yes,” you breathed slowly. Yoongi nodded and reached forward, his skin touching yours. Ever since the two of you began traveling together, he put up an impressive mental wall to keep your thoughts yours and his thoughts his. But your skin was beautiful. He loved how soft and supple it felt against his hands. As primal as humans could be, they had a very lovely feeling.

“So your bone should be,” he gripped a bit tightly. “Here.”

He smiled and turned to his notebook, writing down a few obscure scribbles.

“Next the Iliac Crest,” he announced.

“It’s kind of hard to show you, let me guide your hand,” you said, reaching your palm towards him. He nodded and let you move his hand down your stomach along the side of your hip that sloped towards your lower body. “Do you feel that dip? That’s the Iliac Crest,” you confirmed. Yoongi nodded and felt your skin, enjoying the sensation.

“Interesting, how about the breasts?” he asked. You squealed slightly, moving up to cup your chest from nerves. “Where are they?” he asked, wondering what was taking you so long.

“U-um, well. Those are considered intimate parts to humans...”

“Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you. It’s scientific, I promise you. I just want to help,” he said, rubbing his thumb against your hip gently. The feeling made you crumple and you nodded.

“This is embarrassing for me so, don’t be so... blunt, please,” you said, pulling your shirt over your head. Yoongi stared at the new skin revealed to him. You had more fabric on underneath the shirt you were wearing... How much clothing did you need?

“So, where are your breasts?” he asked yet again. You blushed and unhooked the oddly shaped clothing item and let it fall to the floor. What he saw were two peaks with a beautiful rosy nub at the tip.

“T-these are, um... My breasts,” you said, trying not to cover yourself.

Yoongi stood up and surveyed the territory. Men didn’t have these, that was for sure.

“What do you have these for?” he asked, looking at them, wondering about their purpose.

“To feed children when they’re born. Much like animals with their kids, human mothers produce milk from their breasts full of nutrients to help their young,” you explained. Yoongi nodded and wrote down the information.

“May I, uh, touch them?” he asked, not wanting to over step.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Just be gentle... They’re, ah, very sensitive,” you commented. Yoongi nodded and reached his hands forward cupping your skin in his palms. The rounded buds poked at his skin.

“What are the pink colored buds at the end of your breasts?” he asked, continuing to feel your chest.

“A-ah, they are my nipples... That’s where the child feeds from,” you said, biting your lip. Yoongi squeezed particularly hard and a moan ripped through your throat. Yoongi dropped his hands and looked at you with concern.

“Are you alright?” he asked, touching your shoulder. You nodded quickly, eager for his touch.

“It’s fine, like I said it’s just... sensitive...”

“Okay, that’s alright... Um, well. The next thing would be the mons pubis?” he said, looking at you expectantly.

“Oh,” you said, looking at the ground.

“Is something wrong?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, that’s a woman’s most sensitive place... That’s our genitals. Everything we need for making the baby is down there,” you said, pointing to your pants. Yoongi nodded.

“I don’t have to see it, if you don’t want me to... You can just explain and I’ll try to find out from there-”

“No,” you said firmly. “I want to help too. If me being a little embarrassed can help save humans then I can tough it out,” you said, getting up on his desk.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at your position on his desk.

“I need you to help me take these off,” you said, undoing your pants. Yoongi nodded and came forward, helping you push the material off of your legs. You sat on his desk, clad in only your light blue panties. Yoongi observed you, assessing the situation.

“Are you certain we can continue, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he said, touching your knee.

“Yeah, it’s alright, I’m alright.”

Yoongi nodded and slowly pulled your panties down and off your legs, exposing your vagina. Yoongi dropped to his knees before you and pushed your legs apart slowly.

“Alright so where’s the mons pubis?” he asked, gazing at the pink tones.

“Up here,” you said, moving your hands against your pelvic region. Yoongi nodded and took a few notes.

“Alright and-”

“Don’t you want to touch it?” you asked, Yoongi flushed.

“I don’t think that’s going to be necessary you seem nervous and-” he was cut off as you moved his hand to your skin. He felt the soft hair that collected there. As well as the heat that was radiating from further down.

“W-what’s next?” you asked.

“The Labium Majus?” he stated. You moved your hand and his down to the lips of your center. He touched the hot skin there and grabbed his pen once more.

“Right here,” you said, panting at the attention he was giving you.

“I see,” he noted, writing again.

“Where else do you want to see?” you asked, waiting for instructions.

“The Labium Minus,” Yoongi said, lifting his eyes from his books to look at your center.

“Those should be, right-ah!” you gasped, feeling his finger brush against your clit. Yoongi looked to you with concern.

“Did I hurt you? Are you alright?” he asked, moving his hand away. You nodded quickly.

“You didn’t hurt me, but that’s another part I’ll teach you quickly. That’s the clitourous, it-it’s one of the most sensitive parts on the female body. It provides pleasure during intercourse,” you explained, trying to keep your heart rate under control.

“Oh, I see...” he commented, looking at the small bud with curiosity. “Can I touch it again?” he asked, wondering if your reactions would continue.

“Yes, please,” you begged. Yoongi moved his thumb over your pearl again and you arched your back into his touch. Yoongi noticed your reaction and made a note of it in his mind. A willing female participant and a compatible alien...

The final and most likely pair to create an offspring was a human female with a male Uzmanic...

Yoongi kept his pace up, watching as your skin began to flush and turn a soft shade of pink. He stared at your center as it began to lubricate itself, or he assumed that’s what you were doing.

“Y/N, you’re creating a substantial amount of fluid-”

“I’m wet for you, Yoongi,” you breathed, staring into his eyes.

Uzmanic males had similar biology to human males. They looked rather similar from the books that Yoongi had read, however Uzmanics were a tad bigger than the average human male. However, they had the same set up. Testicles and a penis all in the same areas on their bodies. Although he had a feeling his intercourse was much different than the human’s.

Although Yoongi couldn’t figure out why human men had nipples. Since you just stated females used them during feeding their young, did males feed the young as well? Seemed a little much to be completely honest.

“Y/N, I need to tell you something,” Yoongi said, pulling his hand away and lifting you up towards him. You looked at him with slightly glassy eyes, a hunger set within them... But you were still attentive.

“What is it?” you questioned, suddenly feeling the chill of your nakedness. Yoongi brought you closer to himself.

“After you’ve told me your biological set up, and from the few things other anatomy books have had to say. I believe I have a perfect match for the female human specimens,” he stated.

“Alright, but if it has tentacles I’m out,” you said, resting your cheek on his chest.

“Uzmanic males would be a highly successful test subject with human females. Uzmanic males share many traits as human males do,” Yoongi sighed.

“Wait, what? You mean your kind and mine would have a good chance with having kids?” you questioned. Yoongi nodded.

“Yes, Uzmanic males are very virile, due to the process being rather uneventful not much comes out when ejaculate is produced, so what is given to the females has to be effective,” he stated, thinking back on the times he took part in breeding on his home planet. It was usually quick, boring and slightly messy. All together, it was an uninteresting experience.

“Yoongi, are you suggesting we... we try to have a baby?” you asked, lifting your head and looking at him with curiosity. Yoongi thought about it for a moment.

“Well you responded nicely to my touch not too long ago, so perhaps we should try it. We could figure out if intercourse between our species is successful. Some species don’t react to each other, so the mating process can’t continue,” he explained.

“Uh, so you want to try having sex with me?” Yoongi thought for a moment, he wasn’t feeling particularly aroused by you, but he was curious.

“We could try, I suppose,” he said, looking at you.

“Will I get pregnant?” you asked, feeling a sense of overwhelming nerves hit you in the stomach.

“I’m not too sure, we’ll have to see,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Yoongi, do you know anything about human intercourse?” you questioned as he took his boots off.

“Not particularly, but I know how my species breeds so I’m assuming it’s fairly similar. Seeing as how our species have some mimicry in our structural set up. Why, is there something I should know?” he asked, coming closer.

“Um, no... Just, not sure about this,” you breathed, looking at the marks on his skin with interest.

“If you aren’t sure then we don’t have to do this. You’ve shown me a great deal, so I can just go find another human female who might be more comfortable with the idea-”

“Absolutely not,” you stated, feeling jealousy burn in your cheeks.

“But, Y/N if you don’t consent then I won’t feel comfortable-”

“Put whatever thing you have into me and don’t mention another girl ever again,” you growled, gripping the desk with rage. Yoongi was startled at your statement, not expecting such ferocity from you.

“Alright then, when would you like to have intercourse?”

The desire for him you felt earlier was slowly fizzling out with all the scientific talk, you had to salvage this.

“No time like the present, I’m already naked so,” you said, covering yourself slightly. Yoongi nodded and continued where he left off. You watched as his markings became more apparent to you. His skin was rather beautiful to behold. The deep royal blue that weaved with his muscles made your heart race. Yoongi looked at you watching him. You truly were entranced by him, and he felt something stur in his stomach. What was that feeling?

“Okay, how do we proceed?” he questioned, looking at himself then to you. Your mouth was dry at his appearance. Already, you could see striking differences between him and other human men. First, he had no belly button or nipples, it was a smooth expanse of skin that all wound around, covering his flesh. His eyes were bright green against the pale gray of his body, making your stomach clench. He was truly something to behold.

“H-How do you guys have sex?” you asked, looking at his length, sitting flaccid against his thigh. Yoongi shrugged.

“Nothing too exciting. The females release a pheromone into the air that gets us males enticed and then we approach. Once the female consents to the union she takes us into her opening and squeezes, providing us with stimulation that’s enough to produce ejactulate. Once that’s over she’s usually pregnant,” he said, rubbing his arm. You blushed.

“Where are the females openings?” you questioned. Yoongi’s hand came to your skin and poked your belly button. You squealed at the sensation, making him crack a smile.

“Around this area, we ejaculate directly into the womb, seeing as how our females don’t have a great deal of reproductive organs,” he explained.

“Mine is a tad lower than my belly button,” you stated.

“Belly what?” Yoongi asked, looking at your stomach in confusion.

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll tell you later. Let’s focus on this right now,” you said, taking his hand.

“Fair enough, but how do you humans have sex? Is it different?” he questioned, looking at your belly button with mute wonder.

“A bit, firstly you don’t stick anything in my belly button,” you laughed.

“I still am confused on that part, but continue,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Well, you have a penis. So that makes things a little less confusing for me,” you said, gazing at his cock with a throb going straight to your center. “And you put it in my vagina, then we sort of, just go at it... Pretty simple,” you said.

“What do you mean, ‘go at it’? Do you not squeeze like female Uzmanics?” he questioned, wondering what kind of stimulation you provided to get his semen.

“A bit, but I don’t do all the work like the other females do. We work together to finish,” you explained.

“Finish what?” he asked. You smacked your forehead.

“We both ejactulate,” you tried again. Yoongi screwed his face in distaste.

“Well I certainly don’t want to get pregnant,” he said, looking at his stomach. You sighed, rubbing your face in frustration.

“Yoongi you won’t get pregnant. Women orgasm, it’s a rush of pleasure that signals the ending of sex... Sometimes. Women can generally have multiple orgasms. There’s research to suggest that it’s a reward to promote more sperm competition and things of the like. Generally, women just want sex because it feels good. However, we’re working for a very specific goal so I don’t necessarily need to orgasm to get pregnant,” you said, already hating the idea of being left high and dry by this male.

Yoongi seemed to think for a minute. “Sex feels good for you?” he asked, looking to your vagina with curiosity. You swatted him away and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Yes, it does. Pleasure is the way that keeps humans from dying off... However, that didn’t help when gene pools became stagnant...”

“That’s interesting, so say you did get pregnant and have a child. You’d want to continue having sex after the birth of this child because it feels good? You wouldn’t feel like sex was just a means to have a baby?” he quizzed. You nodded.

“Most humans don’t have sex to produce offspring, they do it to feel pleasure and to become closer to another,” you explained. Yoongi nodded and grabbed his notebook quickly, jotting your statements down.

“I see, that is very different from Uzmanics. Women only breed once then are finished,” he said. “So you’re saying that you can have multiple children in succession to one another,” he confirmed.

“Yes, but it is very difficult on the female body. Usually women try to have children with a few years between them so their bodies can recover from the stress of bearing a child,” you stated. He seemed to understand this and continued his note taking. “However, we’re getting very off track. We’re supposed to be having sex,” you said, reaching for him. Yoongi looked at your outstretched arms with confusion.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at you.

“I want to kiss you...?” you questioned, wondering why he was so weirded out by your approach.

“I don’t know what that is,” he said, looking at you and raising his eyebrow.

“It’s a way of showing affection, we put our lips together and... Uh, kiss,” you said, struggling to come up with better explanation but failing.

“Is it necessary for breeding?” he questioned, looking at your lips with curiosity.

“It will help me relax,” you said, lifting your gaze to his. Yoongi nodded and accepted your advances this time.

Slowly, you leaned forward and placed your lips on his in a soft kiss. Yoongi sat there wondering what this had to do with anything. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it or anything, it just seemed a little unnecessary. Yet again, there was the stirring in his stomach that made his penis twitch oddly. He jumped from the sensation and your lips seperated with a pop.

“Are you alright?” you asked, looking at him with concern in your features. Yoongi nodded, looking down at his genitals, disoriented.

“Yeah, my penis felt weird for a moment. Anyways, let's continue,” he said, coming forward and moving to press his lips to yours this time. You didn’t have time to question his little outburst before his mouth hit yours. You felt his cool skin against your lips and sighed in pleasure. He wasn’t moving, just sitting there with his mouth touching yours. It was a bit odd, so you started to move your lips slowly, trying to encourage him to do the same. Yoongi pulled back for a moment, staring at your mouth.

“Yoongi, this isn’t going to work if you keep moving away from me,” you sighed, exasperated at his constant stopping.

“This isn’t doing anything, why are you insisting upon it?” he asked. You bit your lip and wrung your hands together.

“It’s apart of human nature to show affection during this process. Since it’s in our biology to do this to make a child, it’s a romantic gesture... Usually it isn’t so test tube and scientific, the mood isn’t right. I can’t relax when you keep acting like a stranger,” you accused.

Yoongi frowned. Was he truly too detached from this experience? It was obviously putting you in a negative mood, something not helpful when trying to produce a child. He wanted you to be comfortable and happy during this time, perhaps he should attempt a different method.

“I’m sorry,” he began. “You know I’m not good with emotions, no Uzmanic is. That’s probably the biggest difference between humans and us. You are creatures of feeling and sensation. Uzmanics believe in logic and science above all else. That’s where we’re getting stuck,” he explained. “So, I will try to get out of my own head and be here in this moment with you. Because, I’ve found over traveling with you for so long... Being in the present, the here and now seems to be the best place for me... As long as you’re there with me,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours in an affectionate way.

Yoongi waited for your response with bated breath, hoping that his little show of emotion would help break down his walls and help you come to him. A small smile lit across your face, burning away the sadness and discomfort of earlier.

“Thank you, I appreciate that. I think another reason we’re getting stuck is that I’m in your study and not on a comfortable surface. Let’s try moving this somewhere else,” you suggested, standing up.

“That could be a good idea,” Yoongi agreed.

“Alright, let’s go to my room.”

* * *

Yoongi was sat on your bed, a robe wrapped around his frame. You insisted that this would help set the mood. He had been waiting for you to finish in the bathroom, yet another thing you said would be crucial in the long run. He ran the fabric between his fingers, letting the softness warm him. However, a sour taste reached his mouth as he realized... It wasn’t as soft as you.

Eventually, Yoongi was certain you had fallen asleep in the bathroom and was going to abandon this for the time being when the door opened. You stood there in a robe similar to his, but much shorter and made out of a different material. The color was a deep, royal blue... A color familiar to him as he looked at his skin.

“Are you ready?” he asked, watching as you came forward.

“As I’ll ever be,” you breathed, standing right in front of him.

“So, how should we proceed?” he asked, looking at your wet hair. “Did you bathe?” he questioned, taking a strand between his fingers. You nodded and lifted your leg onto the bed.

“Touch,” you offered, pulling the robe up off your thigh slowly. Yoongi nodded and reached out, placing his hand on your shin. Your skin was warm to the touch, his cool skin meshing with your own nicely. He heard you sigh in content, closing your eyes and relaxing. “Go higher,” you suggested. He did as instructed, moving his hand up over your knee. The skin he found was so smooth and soft, it was pleasant to feel.

“You’re soft,” he said quietly, admiring the way you reacted to his touch.

“Thank you,” you commented. “I’m going to take my robe off, but keep yours on alright?” you requested. Yoongi nodded and closed his eyes.

“You may disrobe whenever you like,” he said, keeping his eyes shut. He felt your hand on his cheek, causing his eyes to lift open. You were staring at him, a soft look in your eyes.

“Don’t look away, I have something to show you.” Yoongi nodded and did as you asked, keeping his eyes open and on your body.

With patient movements you undid the tie around your waist, pulling the silken fabric apart. Yoongi wasn’t sure what purpose this served, but it was almost irritating how slow you were. He wanted to see you again. He came to the conclusion that he like how you looked naked. You were different than Uzmanic females, of course, but it wasn’t a bad different. The pink tones of your skin made him more worked up than he had realized.

Finally the robe fell to the floor and you stood before him with more material over yourself. He recognized the design of the clothing, but didn’t know what they were for. “You still have more clothing on? How long does the mating process between humans take?” he asked, propping his head up on his palm. You made a sort of distressed squeak and crossed your arms over your chest.

“This is called lingerie, it’s used to help women arouse males with pretty fabric,” you said, turning around to show him. Yoongi did think that it looked nice, but it was still on you and keeping him from touching your skin.

“Seems a bit redundant when it’s just going to be taken off anyways,” he feigned irritation, raising an eyebrow. You huffed in annoyance at your seducing techniques going AWOL.

“I’m trying to arouse you! Do Uzmanics really not enjoy sex to the point when a woman offers themselves up to them on a silver platter, they turn around and say they wanted gold?”

“I never said I wasn’t aroused,” he said, keeping a level face. Yoongi couldn’t deny that you looked good. But it all seemed a little useless when the process wasn’t going to be very long.

“A-are you aroused by me, Yoongi?” you asked, a blush rising to your cheeks.

“Sure,” he said, not conveying any kind of emotion to back up his statement.

“Sure? I’m stood here in the nicest set of lingerie I own and all you can say is sure? What do I have to do to get you excited to have sex with me?” you asked, coming closer.

Yoongi thought about it for a minute... The female pheromones that were released during their breeding sessions usually made him feel a little sick, not aroused. But he wasn’t sure if he’d ever been truly aroused in his life. The women of his home were pretty, sure, but nothing of great importance. You were already much more beautiful in his opinion. Especially with your soft skin...

“Not too sure, I don’t know if I’ve ever been aroused in my life... Uzmanics don’t use sex as a means to procure pleasure. We do it so our race doesn’t die out. Necessary evil if you will. It’s painful for the woman and the men don’t generally get much enjoyment out of hurting their partner, so it’s all together kind of boring and unsatisfying,” he said.

“Is your penis sensitive? Like, do you gain pleasure from being inside the females?” you asked. Yoongi thought back and nodded.

“Yes, it feels nice when we’re inside them. But generally they are screaming so you feel bad to gain any kind of pleasure from the encounter,” he explained. You sighed in relief and went to your knees.

“Then I have an idea,” you said, crawling in between his legs.

“What is it?” he asked, looking at you being so close to his length was sort of awkward.

“I’m going to blow you,” you said, moving his robe aside and looking at his length with determination in your eyes.

“Blow me what-ah!” Yoongi yelped as you took his penis in your mouth. He gripped your shoulders and bit his lip, not knowing what to do with the sensations. It was so hot inside of your mouth. Since Uzmanics have their lower body temperatures the feeling of being enveloped by something so warm and wet was incredible.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft and began pumping up and down, ensuring every inch of his cock was covered in slick. Yoongi trembled at the sensation, eyes closed shut from the feeling. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath as he focused on your touch. The way your skin felt against his, caressing his length unlike the females he’d been with before.

“Do you like it? Does it feel nice?” you asked, licking the underside of his shaft and sucking on the tip like a popsicle. Yoongi wasn’t sure he could speak, so overwhelmed by you. Every slight adjustment of your grip on his dick made him shiver slightly. He gave a nod, biting his lip harsh enough to draw blood.

You stared at his face, feeling pleasure course through your core. It was almost embarrassing how soaked your panties were, enough to stick to your center. Yoongi was slowly losing grip on his mental state, slowly feeling your thoughts sweep into his mind.

He could feel your pleasure just from sucking him, how much you got off on it. Your emotions plus his own physical state started pushing him towards an edge. He’d ejaculated before, obviously, but this sensation was something completely heightened. Different than the times he’d bred before.

“Y-Y/N, I feel really weird,” he warned, trying to get you to stop. But you wanted to taste him, more than anything.

“It’s okay, Yoongi. Let it out, let me taste you... I want it, please give it to me,” you whined, pumping him aggressively. Your words caused a wire inside him to snap.

He came with a shout into your mouth, surprising more than you with the velocity and the amount he produced. He couldn’t seem to stop, he wanted to fill you up... When the sensitivity set in, Yoongi pulled himself from your mouth. You swallowed his cum and wiped your lips, looking Yoongi in the eyes with desire. Without knowing why, Yoongi surged forward and captured your mouth with his, causing you to fall back onto the floor. He followed you, not severing the kiss, moving his palms to yours. You interlocked your fingers and encouraged him to kiss you deeper. Yoongi seemed to pick up quickly, licking into your mouth with fervor.

Yoongi pulled back and licked his lips, tasting himself on your tongue. “I can see the appeal of kissing now,” he breathed, leaning back down and swallowing your mouth once again. You gripped his neck to keep yourself grounded. The lack of air made your head spin, but you didn’t want to be seperated for even a moment. Yoongi finally let you pull back, as a gasp filled the air.

“Touch me,” you pleaded, pulling at his robe. Yoongi nodded and ripped the material off, relishing in the smooth feeling of your skin. You moaned as Yoongi licked at your throat. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to lick and kiss every part of your body. Leaving bruises and marks in his wake.

“I feel like I can’t think straight... What’s going on with me,” Yoongi wondered out loud, looking at your frame beneath him.

“I know... I feel it too. Please, please fuck me,” you moaned, trying to lift your hips for any kind of friction. Yoongi almost yelped from the sensation of your wet heat trailing across his aching length. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, biting your lip intensely. Yoongi moved forward, kissing your stomach then lower, right above your center. He wasn’t sure why, but the smell coming from there made his mouth water uncontrollably. He wanted to lick you there, taste you as you tasted him.

“Y/N, can I?” he begged, gazing up to you for permission. You nodded quickly, brushing his blue hair from his eyes. Without any form of restraint he dove into your center, tongue laving a large swipe from the base of your core to right below your panty line. An agonized moan left your mouth at the sensation. It was almost too good. Yoongi went right back to your mound and licked at your center like a man possessed. He’d never smelt something so arousing. He felt he could burst again at the taste of your liquid sliding onto his greedy tongue. You arched your back and felt his nose brush against your clit, causing you to hiss in pleasure.

“Yoongi, my clit... Please focus there, I wanna cum,” you murmured, tangling your fingers into his hair. He complied, moving his muscle over your sweet pearl. He sucked and pulled at the flesh, wanting to hear more of your sounds. You panted his name, watching as he kissed your clit multiple times. The building of your orgasm was beginning to reach its peak. Yoongi couldn’t seem to get enough, kissing your lower lips and sucking to get more of your flavor in his mouth.

“So sweet,” he moaned against your core, pulling your leg over his shoulder so he could move deeper into you with his tongue. He found a hole towards the bottom of your vagina. He experimentally dipped his tongue inside to explore, when you cried out in pleasure. Yoongi looked to you with worry, but you shook your head quickly.

“Yoongi, please don’t stop. Feels good, keep going baby,” you pleaded, almost on the verge of tears because you wanted to cum so badly. Complying with your request Yoongi slowly pushed his tongue back inside your cavern, feeling the velvet of your walls touch him softly. He moaned at the feeling, wanting to put a different part of himself in this place.

He was rock hard against his thigh, dripping down onto the floor, making a mess of the carpet. However, he couldn’t find a single fuck to give at the moment. All that mattered was you. The sounds you were making and how you felt against his body.

“Gonna cum, ah-ah!” you whined, back arching off the floor and you flooding Yoongi’s mouth with your juices. He swallowed, slowing his licks, as you shuddered from your high. You dropped to the ground with a thud and your chest was rising and falling with the effort of breathing. Yoongi could feel your heart rate thrumming in your inner thigh and he was almost alarmed at the pace.

“Breathe, Y/N,” he coaxed, kissing your stomach slowly. He relished in the softness against his mouth. Every part of your body was enticing to him. How hadn’t he noticed before this night? How beautiful you were? How fast you made his heart beat...

When your breathing evened out, Yoongi nudged your cheek with his nose. Sleepily, you turned your head and caught his lips in a kiss. He parted your lips with his tongue and you could sense his urgency against your thigh. “Yoongi,” you whispered, hand coming up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch and gazed into your eyes. “Make me a mother, please,” you begged, wanting to be filled up so much you couldn’t walk the next day.

A possessive growl filled the room and Yoongi hauled you from the ground and onto your bed. A searing kiss placed on your lips made you moan, wrapping your arms around Yoongi’s neck as he pulled at your bra with irritation. “Get this off,” he demanded, sitting back on his haunches. You sat up and undid the back, letting the material fall off your wrist and onto the floor. Yoongi pushed forward, gripping your breasts with his hands, kneading your sensitive flesh.

“Ah!” you cried out, giving Yoongi’s neck open mouthed kisses as he fondled your chest.

“These will be swollen with milk for our child,” he moaned, moving his mouth to your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. You cried out and ran your fingers through his hair. Encouraged by your sounds, he continued, flicking the bud with his tongue and gently nipping with his teeth. You could feel your wetness sliding down your thighs as Yoongi continued with your breasts.

“Please, please stop teasing me and put it in,” you sobbed, shaking from want. Yoongi pulled back and nodded, grasping his length and pushing it against your center desperately.

“I-It’s different than our females... W-where do I?” he asked, looking to you for help. You gripped his length and guided it to your entrance, feeling it dip in slightly due to Yoongi’s work earlier.

“There, just be slow... It’s going to sting for me a little bit,” you said, shifting your hips slowly. Yoongi felt his heart jump. Sting? It was going to hurt you like it hurt the other females?

“I-I can’t hurt you... I won’t,” he stated firmly, beginning to pull away.

“No!” you cried, reaching for him desperately. Yoongi was shocked at your outburst, but remained still. “I need you, please... Please put it in, I want the pain... I want it all because it’s you. I want all of you with me, forever. Yoongi please,” you whispered into his neck.

“I crashed in your cornfield, I probably destroyed hundreds of years of work,” he stated, already losing his moral compass at the feeling of your breasts pressed against him.

“Then make it up to me and plant another seed,” you said, taking his hand and resting it on your stomach. Yoongi stared at your hand and his, interlocked over where your womb should be... His heart throbbed at the want... A family that he could be apart of. Not one that only wanted him for a few moments. Someone who wanted him because they desired his company and enjoyed being around him...

“I will,” he said, cradling your head in another kiss and following you down onto the mattress. Yoongi found your entrance with ease and looked to you for one final blink of permission. You nodded and he slowly pushed forward.

The heat hit him first. It was hotter than your mouth, tighter too. The feeling of being enveloped so entirely in the plush walls of your core. Yoongi gripped your waist and kept you still. A soft yelp came from your kiss swollen lips.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi,” you sighed, leaning your head back on the bed and gripping onto his bicep for some kind of traction to keep you in reality.

His throbbing, thick length had you gasping for air. You’d never experienced something quite like this before. So cool, yet pulsating in rhythm to Yoongi’s heart beat. His hands were practically glued to your sides, making you squirm from the unrelenting pressure.

“Please, move Yoongi. Fuck me,” you cried out. He stared at you with confusion. You weren’t squeezing like you were supposed to.

“How am I supposed to move? Why aren’t you clenching tightly?” he questioned, sweat pouring down his face.

“Oh I’m sorry I’m not tight enough for you,” you said, trying not to clench out of spite. Yoongi whined, rutting against you almost instinctively. Unsure of how to continue, he kissed your lips for reprieve.

“How? How do I do it? Y/N, tell me how do I fuck you?” he asked, licking into your mouth with such wanton desire it was contagious.

“Your hips,” you rasped. “Move them back, then forward again. Build a rhythm,” you said, trailing your hands to the flesh of his ass and gripping tightly. Yoongi squawked and bucked into you harshly, drawing a grunt from your lungs. The harsh strike of pleasure hit your spine and you arched into him.

“Like this?” he questioned, pulling his hips back then pushing back into your heat again. You nodded, drawing marks down his skin. Watching as they swelled up and rivaled his natural skin tone.

“That feels so good,” you panted, watching as his cock disappeared inside of you and reappeared with your fluids covering it in the glimmer of the dim light. You observed as Yoongi’s eyebrow furrowed with effort, trying to keep his pace as well as deliver pleasure to both parties.

“Shit, I’ve never felt anything like this... What is this sensation, being inside of you is so incredible,” he gasped, his head falling into the crook of your neck. Yoongi splattered kisses there mindlessly, so focused on the feeling of you consuming him. You gripped onto his biceps and rocked your hips against him, easing him into the rhythm.

You couldn’t breathe evenly, Yoongi’s thrusts becoming harsher as time went on. “Oh fuck, Yoongi!” you yelped, digging your nails into his beautiful flesh and watches as blood pricked against his skin. He hissed but the pain only egged him on. He plunged into your heat with desperation, the sensation becoming overwhelming.

“Y-Y/N, I feel really weird,” he warned, continuing the watch the lewd scene before him.

“Are you gonna cum, Yoongi?” you asked, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, forcing your hips down against him. Yoongi whined at the feeling of your walls clenching down on him.

“W-What’s does that mean?” he asked, grasping at your chest. Kneading the delicate skin to provide you more pleasure.

“Means you’ll finish in me, and get me pregnant,” you breathed. Yoongi gasped at the statement.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, tensing up. Suddenly, there was the overwhelming heat that signaled his release. The watching Yoongi’s face cloud over in pleasure sent you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around Yoongi, pulling another shot of cum from his length.

A few moments later, Yoongi collapsed onto the bed. You felt his length slide out of you, causing a shudder to rush down your spine. Yoongi and yourself were panting harshly, feeling the afterglow of your orgasms flood your system.

Silence rested in the room, not uncomfortable or unwanted. Yoongi’s breathing began to even out and your mind became a little less foggy.

“Yoongi?” you whispered, feeling the dampness between your legs grow uncomfortable.

“Yeah?” he whispered back, turning his head to look at you.

“Can you get me a washcloth?”

“Why?”

“Because your stuff is drying on my legs and it’s disgusting,” you stated. Yoongi cleared his throat in embarrassment but quickly got up and went to the bathroom. He was back a few moments later and crawled onto the bed, between your legs once more. You couldn’t help the thrill of pleasure that ran down of your spine at the sight.

“Don’t clench like that or I’m going to fuck you again,” he warned, wiping your legs down.

“Well... Maybe we should make sure I really do get pregnant.”

Silence.

“God damn it, get on your knees.”

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You woke up three weeks later, fitful stomach the only thing on your mind.

Quickly you threw yourself through the bathroom door and emptied last night's meal into your toilet. Yoongi ran in, sleep still present in his face but concern running through his veins.

“Are you alright?” he asked, coming next to you with a cold cloth to press against the back of your neck. You nodded, leaning into his touch.

“Stomach is upset,” you complained. Yoongi’s head perked up, looking at you with raised eyebrows.

“Is this morning sickness? Are you pregnant?” he asked. You thought for a moment. You weren’t due for your period for another week, however it didn’t hurt to check.

“I’m not sure. I’m not late, but you can give me a test and I’ll take it,” you said.

Yoongi booked it out of the room and grabbed his medical supplies kit. The dreaded white stick was handed to you and a timer set.

You walked out after washing your hands. Yoongi and you leant against the wall, waiting for the test to develop.

“Do you want to be pregnant?” he asked, looking at you with his bright green eyes.

“If it’s with you, then yeah,” you breathed, gazing down at your fingers. Yoongi’s heart rate sped up, a sense of longing coming over him.

“Me too,” he said, taking your hand in his.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Do you want to see it?” you asked, coming out of the bathroom.

“Just tell me,” he breathed.

“It’s negative,” you said, holding the stick out to him. Yoongi frowned.

“I wonder why, we’ve been having unprotected sexual intercourse.

“Sometimes women need a couple tries before they actually get pregnant. The human fertility cycle is a fickle thing,” you stated, rubbing his shoulder.

“Are you disappointed?” Yoongi asked, throwing the used test in the garbage.

“A little, but at least I have an excuse to have sex with you again,” you smiled.

“You don’t need an excuse, I like having sex with you,” Yoongi stated, a blank expression on his face.

“Oh, I’m glad you enjoy it,” you said, feeling a little offended that’s all he liked.

“But I think I like it because it’s with you, I don’t know if I’d enjoy having sex with anything else,” he said, pulling his face into a confused look.

Before he could open his mouth again you covered his lips with yours. Yoongi fell into the rhythm quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

“I might like kissing you better than sex, however,” he stated, resting his head against yours. You smiled and started leading him towards the bed.

“Let’s try again,” you breathed, laying down.

“Try what again? Sexual intercourse? I thought I was improving, you seem to be enjoying it as well. I thought you made me deaf in one ear from all the screaming,” he said, rubbing his ear for effect.

“Getting me pregnant, idiot. I wanna have a baby with you cause I like you,” you said.

“Oh, I like you too I guess.”

You frowned.

“Never mind, take me home,” you pouted, sitting up and crossing your arms.

“Why? Did I offend you again?” he asked, sitting on his knees.

“Yes, you’re being an asshole.”

“I don’t see how my inability to understand you relates me to the place you defecate from but whatever,” he sighed. “But I do like you,” Yoongi confessed.

“How?”

“Do you want an explanation of how I like you or the reason or-”

“No for fucksake Yoongi I want to know if you like me cause I give you sex or because of my personality,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead in frustration.

“I liked you before we started having intercourse. I wouldn’t have brought you along with me if I hadn’t. You’re my first friend, first kiss, lots of other things too. First cornfield to crash in,” he said, counting on his fingers.

“Yoongi, do you love me?” you asked, letting your walls down for once.

“Is that the human emotion that you talk about a lot?” he questioned. You nodded in response. “Then, yes. I do love you, Y/N,” he said, smiling a little at the end of his sentence.

You were quiet for a moment. Yoongi bit his lip, had he upset you again? Damn, he really tried that time. Suddenly you launched yourself at his mouth. He almost didn’t have enough time to breathe with all the mouth action going on.

“D-Did I-” Kiss. “Say something-” Kiss. “Right for once?” Kiss.

“I love you too, Yoongi. Now take your clothes off.”

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edream93 · 6 years

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prompt idea - something during harry's childhood or the hook siblings childhood if you wanna include harriet and cj. idk if you want specific prompts or not so just incase hmm.. maybe captain hook teaching harry (or all of the hook kids) to play the organ/piano/whatevs??

Hey anon! So…this may me a little bit of cheating…I say cheating because when I received this ask, I was actually working on a scene from Harry’s childhood for “We’ll Light the Fuse”. Not sure if it’ll actually make it to the next update but it doesn’t have an spoilers so…why not? I’ll also try to do the piano/organ thing too later. Don’t worry, though, you don’t need to have read WLTF to understand this.

But for now, hope you enjoy this product of coincidence?

(Note: My headcannon for now is Harriet is two years older than Harry and CJ is three years younger.)

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Once upon a time… there were three siblings that could only depend on each other. One night, the eldest sibling left, wanting to start her own life on the other side of the Isle after years of looking after and protecting her younger siblings…

“Hey! Enough of those tears, Cali! They’re not gonna change Ettie’s mind!” a ten year old Harry Hook yelled throwing a somewhat clean rag at his crying younger sister. His gesture, though he meant well, only seemed to make the seven year old cry even more. He faced palmed.

And Uma calls me dramatic, he thought. The fact he knew the tears probably weren’t real and merely an old trick Harriet had taught her when CJ was still too small to be anything other than a distraction didn’t help him be any more sympathetic either.

Harriet had left in the dead of the night, collecting all of the few personal objects she had along with the red jacket that she had outfitted from one of their father’s old coats… Harry had suspected she would desert them for the past month now. She already had a ship, one of their father’s better ones given a month earlier when she had turned twelve, and her crew was easy to come by since most of their father’s crew all had children of their own who they had grown up with.

Good riddance! Harry thought bitterly, ignoring how much his sister leaving had felt like betrayal. He may only be ten, but he knew getting too close with anyone, even family was a risk. Blood wasn’t always thicker on the Isle after all. His strenuous relationship with a father who most of the time couldn’t bare to look at him was a prime example.

So he ignored how he would miss Harriet’s cackle of a laugh when he did something that really helped carve an impression into the minds of those of the Isle that he was a pirate not to be messed with. He ignored how he would miss their daily spars where woven in between sarcastic remarks and insulting names, there would actual be tidbits on not to get himself killed, much more helpful than his father’s suggestion slurred suggestion to just run himself with a sword. (The frequency that Hook made that comment and ones similar had started to wear off…that is until the old Captain actually tried to force his suggestion onto the boy himself.)

“You’re gonna leave me just like sissy did!” the young blonde cried throwing the rag right back back at him, anchoring him back to the present.

Harry refrained his desire to just shove her off the boat and into the murky water below but a voice that sounded too much like his older sister reminded him that all too familiar sneer of hers that if “precious Calista Jane” went overboard their father would have his neck. And Harry quite liked his neck.

“Stop that cryin’ right now! Ye hear me?” he growled, trying to repress himself from turning into a useless heaving ball, curled up on the deck of the ship, struggling to breathe and waiting for the world to stop spinning like he did when he first found Harriet gone.

He took a deep breath, causing CJ to look at him with wide teary brown eyes. For a moment, the young boy thought that one of his sisters was finally listening to him, that was until CJ stomped on his foot with as much force as she could (which was a lot for a seven year old) before kicking his shin.

“Holy crocodile! Ye little goblin!” Harry howled falling to the ground and clutching his lower leg.

“No!” CJ cried, stomping her foot, though this time thankfully nowhere near his own. “You can’t leave! You can’t! You can’t!”

“Oh shut up you idiot! I’m not going no where!” the boy rolled his eyes, flopping back on the deck of the ship. There was only a few of his father’s crew above deck at the moment, many of them somewhere else, roaming the island, or sleeping off whatever questionable moonshine they managed to get their hands on. He was bored. He idly wondered what Uma was doing and if she was stuck working her mother’s shop again.

“Promise?” CJ prodded, hovering over him, blonde hair knotted in a poor attempt at mimicking the braid that Harriet always struggled with taming into submission. Her bottom lip was trembling and the only tell that this wasn’t completely an act was the way the younger child bit the inside of her cheek. When Calista Jane was pulling a con she bit her bottom lip.

Oh Davy Jones, he thought sitting up. He was never really good when CJ got like this, when she looked at him expectantly as if he could actually keep a damn promise on this pitiful rock that they called home. He wasn’t stupid. He hadn’t made a name yet like Harriet. Still known to too many as just one of Harriet Hook’s bratty little siblings. But maybe…one day, with a certain sea witch, he would be so feared on the Isle that he could make a promise to his sibling without his stomach twisting at the uncertainty of being able to keep such a promise.

“Yeah, yeah. I promise,” he said pushing her away none too gently as he got up to his feet. “We’ll even go on a grand adventure one day,” he muttered, sarcasm heavy in his voice but CJ didn’t seem to hear it as her eyes grew wide, any remaining traces of her crying now long gone and she let out a squeal before running off to another part of the ship yelling “ADVENTURE!” and needing to go find that Freddie brat loudly.

Harry rolled his eyes again, glancing at the dock where a familiar turquoise figure caught his eye waiting impatiently for him, a mischievous smirk instantly fading away his concerns for the time being.

He ran down the ship’s board, his usual mischievous smile on his face until he caught sight of an unpleasant head of purple hair waiting next to Uma.

“Mal,” he ground out. Before turning to Uma. “Why’d ye bring her here?” he hissed.

“Yeah, I thought we were going to have some real fun, Uma.,” Mal sighed, sounding almost bored as she barely gave the boy a glance. “Didn’t know we were gonna spend the day with this charity case.”

“Ye wanna say that a bit louder, pixie?” Harry fumed through clenched teeth, taking a step closer to her.

Uma pushed her way between the two. “Both of you, chill!” she growled before tugging Harry off to the side. “What’s up with you? I thought you’d be up for causing a little bit of mayhem,” she said, glancing back at Mal before in a lower voice saying, “I heard about Harriet and…ya know, thought it would cheer you up.”

(Davy Jones.That weird stomach fluttering thing always seemed to happen at the most inconvenient of times, he thought, taking in her rare look of concern.)

“I do like causing mayhem but with ye, lass. But not with that purple tadpole. I just don’t see why ye would even want to hang out with her. She’s got no real substance! Everyone knows she’s just her mother’s clone. And not even a good one.”

Uma rolled her eyes. This wasn’t the first time Harry had made his feelings about her friend from the other side of the Isle clear.

“Look Harry,” she growled irritatedly, poking him in the chest. “Mal and I have each other’s back. We’re gonna rule this island and then we’re going to take over Auradon together and shove all those sugary sweet royal brats off their thrones. Now, I can do that with or without you, Hook, but if you’re with me then you need to shut your clam about Mal. She and I are partners.”

Harry knocked her hand away from him, ignoring the part of him that wanted to ask weren’t they partners.

“This is n’t going to end well, Uma. I can feel it. Mal. Is. Bad. News,” he said putting emphasis on the last few words. “And not in the way ya wanna mess with.”

Rolling her eyes, Uma turned around, speaking over her shoulder, “You’re too paranoid, Hook. Mal and I have a plan. Like I said, you’re either with us or against us. When you come to your senses, Mal and I will be the docks by one of your old man’s other ships,” she said before starting to walk back towards where the purple half-fae was smirking triumphantly at him.

(Damn pixie.)

The young boy bit his lip, holding back a curse as he watched them both disappear around a turn, hearing a faint conversation of needing to find something slippery and smelly for their next prank. His stomach twisted with a sense of foreboding that something irreversible was going to occur soon…

A few hours later, he would realize that he hated being right…and once again, he hated how he felt powerless in protecting what was his.

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Yep, I bet you can guess when this took place… So I was going to cut it off right after Harry sees Uma but…then my fingers slipped across the keyboard…repeatedly…and…well, yeah…

Hope you enjoyed, anon! And I’ll try the piano thing at some point too.

#edream93 answers #disney descendants #descendants 2 #harry hook #harriet hook #cj hook #hook siblings #uma #mal #edream93 fanfiction #edream93 writes #edream93 fanfic #we'll light the fuse #descendants fanfiction

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jaeminlore · 7 years

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Illustrated Haiku // Ten Chittaphon

the prompt: a soulmate!ten au where y/n loves to write poetry on her arms, and ten likes to illustrate them.

words: 4157

category: fluff

authors note: this isn’t a request, it’s just something I was working on so I hope you guys like it! (also appreciate the gif below of my lil bub)

– destinee

Never in your life had you been so bored. Then again, you had once been to your grandmother’s birthday party which consisted of your mother forgetting the cake and everyone having to sit around for twenty minutes while your grandfather told stories about his years as a sales manager.

No, usually you enjoyed your classes as a major in creative writing. But you were a poetry major, and Professor Park was teaching you medieval history. Not to mention the fact that it was a Monday, and also happened to be the day Mother Nature dropped by for a painful visit.

You sat in the back of the class, resting your head on your outstretched arm while the other hovered over a notebook. Note-taking was what you should have been doing, but everything you heard you seemed to forget before you could write it down.

You were tired and hungry, ready to go home after your lecture and take a sleep. Unfortunately for you, Professor Park had fifteen minutes before he would have to dismiss his students.

To pass the time, you pulled out your favorite purple-inked pen and positioned it against your skin. Often when you were bored, you would write poetry about your current situation to pass the time. It also helped you practice your trade.

The biggest task of course was picking which type of poetry to use. A good five minutes passed as you mulled over the possibilities. Finally, you decided to write a haiku.

I am cursed with pain Mr. Park won’t stop teaching Get me out of here

Satisfied with your little poem, you sat back, now determined to write at least one note based on coat of arms and family trees.

You didn’t notice the vibrant colors appearing on your arm, right over your brilliant haiku.

As soon as you entered your apartment, exhaustion riddled your body. You wondered why you had decided to take night classes, where you barely got home at midnight only to get up and go to work in the morning.

It was worth it, however, because you were living independently from your own hard work.

You yanked the refrigerator door open and reached up for the milk to complete your cereal.

“What the–?” Your eyes widened as you finally noticed you arm, where a little painting covered up your poem.

Using the light of the fridge, you made out a girl who seemed to be done with the world. She was small enough to fit in your arm, but big enough to cover your poem. You unknowingly pouted at your work being covered up.

Still, the picture was cute and it captured your then-feelings very well.

Forgetting your current state of hunger, you extract your phone from your waistband and dial your best friend’s number.

“Y/n, it’s almost one in the morning. What do you want?”

“It happened,” you said in a rush, excitement running through your veins. “My soulmate and I are linked.”

“Y/n!” Y/f/n laughed. “It’s about time! You’re such a late bloomer I thought you were going to end up alone.”

You frowned at her words, “Hey, I’ll have you know that I’m still very young. Just because you’re getting married next week doesn’t mean anything.”

“Speaking of which, you are taking the day off to come to the wedding, right? Johnny and I really want you there.”

You scoffed, “As if I’m going to let anyone else take my place as maid of honor. I might miss the rehearsal dinner though.”

“Of course you will,” You could hear the scoff in her voice. “Since when is working at a coffee shop more important than me?”

You chuckled humorlessly, “Come to me when you help pay off my student loans.”

“Fair enough. Just be sure to come. You also have to be at the final dress fitting tomorrow.”

“Dresses?”

“Yes. And I set the appointment for after your shift so don’t you dare step out on me.”

“I won’t,” you rolled your eyes.

“I asked for soy milk in this.” An angry tween glared at you. She thrusted her small coffee into your hand.

You smiled, composed, “Ma'am, I used soy milk. I promise.”

“Well, it doesn’t taste like soy milk.” she sneered.

You closed your eyes and slowly counted to ten. There was no way a fourteen year old was going to get you fired. “Alright. Give me a second and I’ll make you a new one.”

You made the coffee in front of her this time, so that she saw you pour the soy milk. When you handed it to her, she gave you what could’ve been considered a smile and left the shop.

You decided then would be a good time to take your break, so you grabbed your bag and moved to one of the empty booths. The only other customer was a boy your age that sat behind you, listening to music through his earbuds.

You felt content as you heard the soft acoustic tunes the leaked through the headphones.

After taking a sip of your water, you dug through you bag for a pen. Then, sticking out your arm, you decided to write another haiku:

Grumpy customers why don’t they leave tips for me? I’m trying my best.

The music behind you suddenly stopped, startling you for a moment until it turned into an upbeat hip hop track.

You watched in awe as lines began to appear over your words. Soon, a drawing of a coffee cup filled with dollar bills appeared on your arm.

Your heart warmed at the sight. Perhaps this was your soulmates way of comforting you. It was a strange concept, but you found yourself become attracted to it.

Soon, your break was up and you had to get back to work. Since it was slow, you took to cleaning and refilling the machines.

“Excuse me?” A voice made you stop your action.

You made yourself visible to your new customer, only to see a handsome man standing there with familiar earbuds hanging out of his ears.

He reached out a hand. In it, was the pen you had used to write on your arm. You took it gingerly before looking up at the man and thanking him.

“No problem,” he shrugged, offering you a soft smile. “Wouldn’t want to keep your soulmate waiting, would we?”

You followed his gesture to your exposed forearm. “Oh.”

He suddenly leaned forward to examine the picture. “It looks like scribble.”

“It’s a picture,” you argued.

The stranger stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth as he examined it. “I think my four year old nephew could do better than that.”

“That’s what you think,” you retorted. “It doesn’t mean that’s the truth.”

He shrugged nonchalantly, as if he really didn’t care. “I’m only getting you riled up. It’s fun to see your cheeks turn red.”

This boy–

You clutched your fists under the counter and gave him the sweetest smile you could muster. “Thank you for returning my pen. Have a good day.”

“Can I get your name before I go?” He sent you another cheeky smile, which made your brain feel fuzzy for a moment.

“It’s Y/n. What about you?”

“I’m Ten.” He told you before making his exit.

“At least tell me a better fake name than that…” you grumbled under your breath at the strange encounter.

What a day. In an hour, your shift would end and you would have to go to a dress fitting. As if that wasn’t torturous enough, you still had an evening lecture to attend.

Y/bff/n took you and the other bridesmaids to a convenience store to get a cheap dinner before dress shopping.

You were scanning the aisles for chocolate milk to eat with your ramyun, but all you could find was plain milk.

With a sigh, you took a plain milk and went to pay for it before sitting down with the rest of the bridal party.

Everyone in the bridal party had stories to tell and things to gossip about. You were content to just take the time to eat.

With the sound of everyone’s laughter as your background music, you took out your trusty pen.

Out of chocolate milk but I’m craving chocolate milk an inconvenience

It was a habit you had acquired before you had a soulmate, so it was safe to say you still got a bit surprised when you saw someone else’s ink on your arm.

You were happily slurping your noodles when Y/f/n started to squeal, pointing at your forearm. “Y/n!”

“Huh?” You swallowed your food and looked down to see the face of a crying baby.

Is he calling me a crybaby?

Insecurely, you pulled the sleeve of your jacket down to cover up the drawing.

That didn’t stop everyone from hounding you about your newfound soulmate.

“I don’t know him!” You finally shouted, causing an elderly couple to glare at you.

You sat down, glaring at your noisy friends. “You guys owe me another bowl of noodles.”

“We’ve wasted too much time already,” Y/f/n said, clapping her hands together excitedly.

You forgot about your anger as you saw the excitement in her eyes. The day she came to your house to show you the stupid aye fam looks like we’re destined to be together on the back of her hand was still fresh in her mind.

Johnny had been a character, but it was all in good fun. He was goofy and eager and always cheered Y/f/n up no matter how bad she felt.

That was a year ago. Now they were ready to take the next step as soulmates: get married.

You knew Y/f/n was in good hands with Johnny. There was no person on this earth that matched her as well as him.

One could say you were jealous of their relationship, but it was more self-pity. There were many days when you felt so overwhelmed with your busy life that you just wished you had your soulmate’s arms to crawl into.

“This one is perfect!” Y/f/n said as one of your fellow bridesmaids came out in a dress.

You had to admit, it was beautiful. A short black dress with a billowy a-line skirt and a top with a sweetheart neckline.

You could imagine yourself in it, with uncomfortable heels to match. But as long as your best friend was happy, you were happy.

Until you tried the blasted thing on.

The waistline was so tight you could barely breath. You sat down inside the dressing room and tried to loosen the waist, but you couldn’t reach the zipper.

Now, you could barely stand up. So, you called for your friend, who in return told you to give her five minutes.

With five minutes to distract yourself from dying, you decided to write another haiku yo your soulmate.

this dress is too tight I bet it was the ramyun I cannot breathe, help

Instead of a comforting reply, you received a picture of a boy laughing with tears streaming down his face.

You huffed. So much for a supportive soulmate.

The next five minutes felt like five hours before your best friend finally decided to make an appearance.

“Finally,” you breathed. “You can’t just leave me like that.”

She giggled. “Sorry. Johnny called and I wanted to talk to him. He is taking the boys to get tuxes.”

“That’s great,” you turned around, “Please unzip me before I actually faint.”

“You’re so overdramatic.”

“So?” You pulled the dress off and threw it across the dressing room. “Get me a bigger size or I’m rioting.”

She snorted. “You remind me of one of Johnny’s friends. He’s really funny as well.”

“Ew,” you crinkled your nose. “Please don’t associate me with Johnny or any of his friends.”

“Why not? They’re hot. Most of them are single.”

You shoved your forearm into her face. “I have a soulmate, remember?”

“So?” she said. “Have some fun before you meet him.”

You scoffed. “No matter how much of a twerp my soulmate may be, he is still mine, as I am his. There will be no “fun” without him.“

“Fine,” she smiled, “Let’s get you a bigger size.”

“Thank you.”

You woke up the morning of the rehearsal dinner with a bitter attitude.

You had to work from six in the morning until eight at night when the rehearsal dinner actually started.

You also managed to trip in the shower and skinned your knee against the shower floor. It felt like rug burn times ten and you were not in the mood for it.

After covering your wound with a Hello Kitty bandage and getting dressed, you grumpily walked to your workplace.

“You’re late,” your boss greeted you.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You sighed. “It was a rough morning.”

“Well it’s about to be a rough shift because you’ve already got a customer waiting for you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You had learned months ago that it wasn’t worth arguing with your boss. It was better that you just obey him and get your shift done as quickly as you could.

“Hello, what can I get for you today?” You looked up at your first customer, bracing yourself for an angry customer.

Instead, you saw Ten standing in front of the counter.

He looked so attractive you had to physically step back. Since it was morning, he seemed to be half asleep. His hair was disheveled and hanging over his forehead. Prescription glasses covered his eyes as he read the menu above you.

He seemed to be in his own little world as he sluggishly read out each of the muffin options.

You watched him almost-fondly as he suddenly leaned against the counter and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. “Would you recommend the blueberry muffin or the banana nut muffin?”

Forgetting all about his annoying attitude from the other day, you drummed your fingers on the counter as you answered. “I’ve only ever had the blueberry muffin, but banana nut is a good flavor so I would assume it tastes better.”

Ten straightened up. “I’ll have one banana nut muffin and one black coffee.”

“Okay,” you gave him the total and moved to the back to fix his coffee.

Once the coffee was ready, you placed muffin on a plate and moved to the both where he was sitting.

He didn’t see you at first, so you got to see the sketchbook opened in front of him. There was a sketch of a girl, but it wasn’t detailed yet so you couldn’t make out any distinguishing features.

“Ten?” You set the tray down while he hastily hid his sketchbook. You handed him his coffee and the muffin. “Here’s your order.”

“Thanks,” he looked up and offered you a sleepy smile. “Do you want to try the muffin with me?”

You stopped. “I don’t have a break until–”

“Just a bite.” He promised. “You have to compare it to the blueberry so I know what to get next time.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up as you slid into the booth across from him.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered as he used a plastic fork to cut the muffin in half. “I won’t tell your boss if you won’t.”

You studied his face as he focused on his task before him. His dark skin tone along with his black hair was an attractive combination. He unconsciously stopped to push his glasses back up his nose.

“Here, you try it first.” He gave you a forkful of the muffin.

You pushed it back toward him, “You bought it.”

Ten smirked, “But chances are you helped bake this, so if it’s poison, I want you to try it first.”

You rolled your eyes. Every time he was sweet to you, he turned it into teasing. Either way, he was offering you free food so you couldn’t really complain.

Ten poked your closed lips with the fork. “Try it.”

You obliged, opening your mouth and taking a bite of the muffin. “I was right!” you cheered after you swallowed the breakfast dessert.

“So I shouldn’t even try the blueberry?” Ten questioned as he stuck a forkful into his own mouth.

The fact that you two just shared the same fork flustered you, so you stared at the table to try and hide it from him.

“You’re red again,” Ten sang softly.

“Shut up.”

“Y/n!” Your boss appeared suddenly, causing you to bolt up and hit your thighs against the edge of the table.

“Are you okay?” Ten said, reaching over to help you out of the booth.

“Don’t worry about me,” you whispered.

You stood up and faced your boss, who was glaring at you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You bowed your head. “I’m sorry, Sir. There were no customers so I thought I could sit for a spell.”

“One more warning, Y/n. One more and I will fire you.” He threatened. “Now get back to work.”

“Yes, Sir.” You hastily moved to get back to your position.

Ten stayed a while longer, finishing his breakfast. You tried not to stare as he slowly forgot his coffee and continued his sketching. You wondered who the girl was.

Soon, the rush of morning customers came and you had no time to think about Ten again.

You didn’t notice him leave.

By the time your shift was over, you were tired and hungry.

The last thing you wanted to do was go to a rehearsal dinner. Still, you changed into formal clothes and took the bus to the destination of the wedding.

On the bus, you pulled out your pen and decided to write a new haiku for your soulmate:

I tried a muffin I also have a new friend His name is strange though

It was already nine when you walked into the building. Your eyes met about twenty other pairs from the table where they were all eating a very nice steak dinner.

“Sorry I’m late.” you said.

Everyone greeted you, save for one boy who was bent over his arm, writing something. It wasn’t a rare sight to see young people writing on their arms. That’s the only way to communicate with their soulmate, after all.

Thinking about it made you look down at your own arm. There was a little sketch of a muffin over your haiku, that made you smile as you sat in the empty seat.

You looked up as the waiter set a meal in front of you, put you barely noticed the steak because the person sitting across from you had just looked up from their arm.

You and Ten locked eyes.

“Y/n!” Y/f/n squealed, “I see you met the best man, Ten.”

You looked confused, “Your name is really Ten?”

“Yeah,” he answered, shooting a smile your way.

You and Ten talked the rest of the night and you didn’t feel yourself getting sleepy once.

“I’m not ready!” Y/f/n cried as she pulled on her wedding dress.

You stood there in your dress with your hair and makeup all ready. Your best friend, however, had yet to get her makeup done because she couldn’t stop crying.

“Y/f/n,” you pleaded with her. “Your wedding starts in one hour and we have to get your makeup done.”

“What if this is the wrong decision?” She cried, covering her face with her hands.

You sighed, “I’m going to go get Johnny.”

You sprinted down the hallway in your three-inch heels, trying to find the groom’s dressing room. On your way, you ran into Ten.

“Hi,” you breathed. “Can Johnny come give Y/f/n some reassurance? She’s worried.”

Ten sighed and ran a hand through his hand, worried. His neat bangs became ruffled and unruly the more he messed with them.

You tsked and reached up to fix his hair. “You just got this fixed, don’t mess it up,” you mumbled softly.

Ten watched you fondly. “Thanks, Y/n.”

Your face heated up and you immediately moved your hand back to your side. “Sorry.”

“Your cheeks…” Ten reached out and gently brushed his knuckles against your flushed cheeks.

Your eyes met his and you made the horrible mistake of glancing at his lips.

He leaned closer to you, so close that your noses brushed and you could feel the warmth of his breath. Then, he bit his lip anxiously and backed up.

He cleared his throat, “I’ll, um, I’ll go get Johnny.”

You nodded. “Right. Go do that.”

The wedding ceremony went by in a blur. You couldn’t stop thinking about Ten. At the same time, you were struggling inwardly because you had a soulmate. Why were you feeling things for Ten when you had a soulmate?

The speech you gave as the maid of honor was filled with words about soulmates that you weren’t sure you could even believe at this point.

You were stoic in your seat as Ten stood up to give a speech about his best friend.

“Hello, everyone! I’m Ten, the best friend of Johnny. Hopefully, I’ll become Y/f/n’s good friend as well,” he offered the bride a smile which she returned. “The concept of soulmates has always been strange to me. I was always worried whether or not it was real, whether the emotions behind the connection was just a figment of everyone’s imagination. But then I met my soulmate.”

You swore you could’ve felt your heart drop to your feet. He already had a soulmate?

He continued, “I met her at her workplace, where I immediately noticed the drawings I draw for her on her forearm. I’m still learning about her, but that is my favorite thing to do so I never mind. And because of her, I understand Johnny and Y/f/n’s love. I understand all of the love Johnny has for Y/f/n. The soulmate bond is unpredictable, but it brought this beautiful couple together. It brought me and my soulmate together. So here’s to the soulmate bond, for bringing Johnny and Y/f/n together.”

You lifted your wine glass along with everyone else, to toast to your friends.

After dinner, everyone was mingling either on or off the dance floor.

You stood to the side, watching your friends closely to make sure they didn’t do anything stupid.

Soon, a soft song played through the speakers, and you watched your friends slowly stumble off of the dance floor.

You felt someone tap your shoulder. Turning around, you were surprised to Ten smiling down at you. “Wanna dance?”

Even though you knew you shouldn’t have, you accepted his hand and let him lead you onto the dance floor. You followed his lead and tried your hardest to ignore the feeling of his hand on your waist.

“Did you like my speech?” he asked.

You tried to smile, “I’m sure your soulmate liked it.”

Ten’s grip on your hand tightened. “That’s why I’m asking you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

A beautiful, genuine smile appeared on Ten’s face and the two of you stopped dancing

“What are you doing?” You asked as Ten suddenly pulled up his sleeve and showed you his arm. There, was the faded drawing of a muffin over your little haiku.

“It’s you,” he smiled. “You write me little poems every day and I draw you pictures in thanks. I knew it from the moment I saw your arm first in the coffee shop.”

Your cheeks flushed and your jaw dropped slightly. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. You were Ten’s soulmate?

Ten laughed brightly, “It’s really fun to see you turn red.”

“Don’t make fun of me!” You hissed.

With a smile still on his face, Ten pulled you close by the waist. With your foreheads touching, Ten closed his eyes and exhaled softly. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

With a sudden burst of confidence, you managed to speak, “What’s stopping you?”

“Nothing, I guess,” he murmured against your lips before he held your waist tighter and pressed his lips against yours.

You kissed him back immediately, your hands instinctively going to his hair.

The slow song ended, and suddenly a dance song started, causing a ton of people to rush to the dance floor.

The two of you pulled away and moved off of the dance floor.

Johnny and Y/f/n ran towards the both of you, screaming. “I can’t believe you two are soulmates!”

Ten grabbed you hand and squeezed it gently. “Yep. She can’t ever get rid of me.”

You rolled your eyes on the outside, but on the inside, you wanted to say, I would never want to.

~the end~

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