Word Count: 1169 Pairings: Bucky x Reader Warnings: Christmas, Dirty Santa, Sexy Husband, Smut, Smutty Smut Smut!
“C’mon, baby! Time to sit on Santa’s lap!” You exclaimed, pulling your four year old son along. The mall’s Santa looked extremely realistic this year and your son lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Santa!” He babbled over and over again, making grabby hands toward the man’s face. Bucky chuckled deeply behind you.
You grinned and nodded, “Gotta be nice, okay? You can’t pull Santa’s beard like you do your daddy’s.”
Santa was quick to pull your son onto his lap before he could run away. When he looked up at you, his mouth seemed to drop slightly. He cleared his throat, and in a low tone he asked, “Would Mommy like to sit on my other leg?”
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volunteered to help Raphael to try to talk to him, get to know him better.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t working out so well. It turned out that managing a
food drive was a lot harder than Simon had anticipated. And whenever he did try
to engage Raphael, he was met with short one word responses before ordering
Simon with another task.
“You love him.” It
wasn’t a question and Magnus’ voice almost sounded awed by what he said, what
he realized, when he looked at his friend at his side whose head snapped to
look at him, no longer watching his fledgling.
He managed to sit on
the bench for at least ten minutes before his phone was in his hand and he
started browsing Twitter for anything entertaining before updating his account
with a Clary abandoned me in the art
museum once again message
with a sad emoji before he decided to take a silly selfie for Instagram to kill
some more time. Just when he took the photo and the camera sound went off - of
course, he forgot to mute his damn phone when he went into the museum, fuck - a shadow fell on his form.
“Did I ever tell you that we feel
everything? The clan, I mean. If I focus enough, I can tell you who’s sad and
who’s angry and who hasn’t been sleeping properly. I can tell you who’s been
having nightmares. There are no secrets here.”
“You know that moment,”
he said “when you wake up and turn over to put your arms around someone
–someone you love, someone who means everything to you.”
Magnus’ expressive eyes were soft, soft, soft.
“I feel so alone,” Simon whispered. “Not in the
post-Clary sort of way, either. In the way that I’m supposed to wake up to
someone and they’re not there.”
“I’m missing something,” Simon went on, voice
cracking. “I’m missing someone but no matter how hard I try I just can’t
“I… I’m sorry. You just looked like the
typ of person who drinks their coffee black.“ Simon stutters and rubs his neck,
trying to hide the shaking of his hands. “What do you want then?“
The guy actually smirks at him and lets
his eyes wander over Simon for a moment, before he answers.
“What I want from you would be really
inappropriate to say out loud in here…“ he trails of for a moment, letting the
words sink in and then smirks even wider when Simon flushes bright red in the
matter of seconds.
“But for the coffee, I would like a caramel macchiato.“
The one where everybody thinks that
Simon has a sweet tooth and Raphael loves the bitter stuff, but it’s actually
How do you stop loving
someone? How do you separate your world from theirs, when you’ve been on a
collision course since you were six and sharing crayons, your smiles so
intertwined that death doesn’t separate you? How do you say goodbye?
You don’t, Simon thinks dizzily, dropping to his knees in front
of Raphael. You say hello to someone else.
Honestly, no matter which way you put
it, telling anyone you live in a hotel is pretty fucking weird, and it’s not
like Raphael has the excuse of a twin brother or a singer mother who works
there or the wacky hijinks that ensue.
Or: a brief look at Raphael in a world
where Shadowhunters no longer need to exist.
“You’re not planning on giving him
a plain black shirt for a few hundred bucks, right?” Raphael asked when
his best friend was about to enter one of the fancier clothing stores the mall
had to offer and the other raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m not planning on buying him a
black shirt at all.”
“All he ever wears is black. The
most colourful your boy gets is wearing grey,” he commented dryly and his
lips curled into a smirk when Magnus huffed, unable to disagree because Alec
really didn’t wear any other colours. If black and grey could even be
considered a colour.
“Well, that’s why I brought you
because you always wear clothes as dark as your soul and might actually be
helpful in this case,” Magnus replied sweetly and glanced at the store
before looking back at his shorter friend questioningly.
Simon’s eyes land on
his good looking guy at the table next to him and when he and his table partner
start talking in Spanish Simon find this as the perfect opportunity to test out
his Spanish knowledge.
“Simon! Dios mío, what
Simon dropped the fire extinguisher, a sheepish
look on his face. The stove behind him covered in smoke and fire extinguisher
gas. “Uh, I was just, uh, trying to make dinner?”
Sure, Simon wasn’t a great cook, but he
certainly wouldn’t consider himself a horrible cook, Raphael’s kitchen was
just… very different from what Simon was used to using. Raphael was a
professional and so was his kitchen.
That’s what everyone said about
them.Raphael Santiago was a fire and, Simon Lewis was the gasoline that only
further fueled the other.
“I’m in love with you.” he came out as barely a whisper.If Simon didn’t have
vampire enhanced hearing, he might’ve not heard that.
Raphael sat on the
living room chair, the cup of tea Magnus had practically forced on him balanced
on his knee, while Magnus himself was slouched on the sofa, laughing. “You,”
he wheezed in between hysterical fits of giggles, “are going to propose? ToSimon?”
Raphael pursed his lips, praying for strength from anyone.
Simon Lewis is a
Hufflepuff that seriously needs to pay more attention around him. Especially
the part where he thinks that his best friend, Hufflepuff seeker Clary
Fairchild is secretly dating his Slytherin chaser crush, Raphael Santiago.
It’s not gay, it’s not gay, I’m totally
not checking him out, he just had that stain on his right trouser leg….
Raphael is, apparently, a rich as fuck
vampire, because the suit shop they go in is fancy as hell. They park in the
basement, because, uh, sunlight, and even though dusk has fallen it’s better to
be safe than sorry (sorry meaning dead). Raphael keeps smirking, which does
nothing to help Simon’s inner mantra that consists of
I’m straight, I’m straight holy fuck is
he licking his lip- I’m straight..
“This,” the vampire announces as they
walk into the shop, smiling faintly, looking, almost for the first time since
Simon’s met him, as if he’s relaxed, “is the greatest place in the world, Simon
He looks at him then, grinning, eyes
dark, shining, looking more polished than ever but somehow oddly vulnerable,
and Simon’s breath hitches, his insides turning to goo.
His mantra becomes
Let me not jump him, or, at least, not
Clary took a sip from her coffee before
putting it back down, her face slipping from confused to serious. “Simon. Are
you serious? You didn’t know?”
Simon sputtered, his fancy pastry that
cost him a pretty penny of 5.78$ flying everywhere from his mouth. Of course, the one time he decides
to spend money it gets wasted. “Clary. Oh my god. Clary, I’m dating
Based Off This Prompt:
Saphael, College roommates AU who find that they have been totally boyfriends
for months and hadn´t even realized. Brownie points for cuddling!
“Er.” Simon says, but
that seems to be enough.
“The one and only.” He says weakly, making jazz
hands even though he knows Raphael can’t see them. “Heyyy, Raphael.”
“You – why is your number in the Pandemonium
It starts because Jace and Simon get drunk
together one night without Clary, and since Clary serves as about eighty-five
percent of their impulse control they’re hammered within two hours and ready to
implement all of their Very Bad Ideas, the ones that are horrifying enough to
make Alec grind his teeth and potentially slap them upside the head.
Simon comes back to
them immediately. He’s pounding on the door the next night, and Raphael
stiffens as he smells the scent of the fledgling.
“I’ll go get him.” Lily says, and runs off, her
face harsh with anger. She appears a second later, hauling the boy by his
collar. His face is ashen with fear – Simon is no good at hiding his feelings.
What was it he’s said before? He was born afraid? And his eyes are dark and
beautiful, just like always, and Raphael wants to shake him until he
understands what heartbreak feels like.
Of course Simon comes back, and of course
Raphael is still unbearably in love with him.
“Thank you, Raphael, really. This is
truly the touching reunion I had imagined for us,” Simon says, ignoring the
fact that he’d imagined several possibilities but all of them had ended in
Raphael ripping him to pieces.
Once, hidden in the dark and
uncharacteristically intimate for both of them, Raphael had mimicked Simon’s
movement in bed, inch by inch, like a game. Simon burst out laughing, pulling
an outlandish face, and gripped Raphael’s chin. Raphael reached out and pinched
his chin in return.
They lifted each other’s faces, moving
it left and right, leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. They let go
and traced a finger slowly from their collarbone to their belly button.
Like a challenge, they held each other’s
eyes, all traces of humor gone.
For a little while, Simon and Raphael
felt as if they were mirrors of some kind. Opposite, but the same.
Soon after, though Simon hadn’t made the
connection, the first flicker of blue had appeared.
Soulmate AU where you slowly start
seeing color. Let the angst begin!
The feeling began to become home. More
of a home than vampirism would ever be. He’d stand alone, attempt God, and feel the pain. This is how it is,
this is what I deserve, this is what I have become. I am this now. I will
always be this. I deserve to hurt—
Until the day that God finally left his lips and remained in
his throat, no choking, no burning. Just Raphael and God, severed.
Simon, on the other hand…
"Raphael,” he whispers,
“I’m so sorry. I thought—”
Raphael feels a twist in his stomach. It
is a feeling that he hasn’t experienced in a very long time. He needs to lead
the clan, he needs to give them justice, but he’s alone with Simon, most secure
room in the Hotel DuMort like a past life, and all that he can feel is want, hunger,
is no room for justice in human want. It’s sick. Raphael is very, very sick;
this is the only explanation for the humanness, the only explanation for the
“Do it again,” Raphael says,
his entire being turning into a betrayal right against Simon’s body. “I
When Simon has to
transfer to another school - the DuMort Academy -, the only thing that could
save him from going mad would be to join the school’s Glee club. Of course,
life is not as easy as it could be, and he is denied to join just yet. He
somehow manages to persuade the club’s leader, Raphael, to prepare him so he
can join in the next semester.
Simon greeted the animal and reached out, gently scratching behind the dog’s
ear. Ezekiel tilted his head, playfully nudging the man’s lower arm and stared
up at him in clear anticipation. He huffed out a soft laugh and reached into
the pocket of his light jacket, presenting the dog with a thin postcard with
the message “Mail for Ezekiel” with two hearts scrawled next to it
and beneath it he had written “have a dog-tastic day”. Ezekiel seemed
pleased as usual and ran off with his delivery while the off-duty-postman
turned around to leave.
“What do you think you’re doing, idiota?” Raphael asked wearily and
frowned at the other’s surprised yelp, followed by a pained sound when Simon
dropped the heavy book right on his sock-clad foot. He quickly picked the book
up again before directing his wide-eyed gaze at the clan leader who stared back
at him with the most unimpressed expression possible.
“You’re back already?”
expression was a mix of disinterest and boredom but his gaze swept over the
things strewn across the room in a silent order to answer his question instead
of stating the obvious.
“It’s not fake concern. I…I know
I’ve been preoccupied with my own problems and that I didn’t…that I didn’t
think much of the consequences or of…of the position you’re in,” Simon
mumbled sheepishly, hands pushed into the pockets of his hoodie and head
lowered while trying to keep up with Raphael’s quick steps. It was actually
pretty difficult to stick close to the clan leader despite the vampire speed
because Simon still wasn’t fully used to it and he could more quickly but not
as smoothly and effortlessly looking as Raphael.
“The position you put
me in,” Raphael bit out, correcting Simon’s statement with a bitterness
that seemed to cut right through the slightly foggy air.
Raphael was extremely
confused. Extremely. He didn’t understand this. He had never felt this before,
and yet here he was, feeling it and he didn’t know where it was coming from.
But it was here and now he had to deal with the fact that he was apparently homophobic
because the sight of seeing his roommate kissing another boy made him want to
“You’re my roommate who’s super cute and
it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel
pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to
kiss you” AU.
Obviously Simon had
missed the memo about his sexual orientation, but he can’t help thinking there
might have been smarter ways to find out than by letting himself be seduced by
someone who sort of scares the shit out of him.
Simon walks into the
Starbucks in only a thin shirt, because he’s an idiot and forgot to take his
jacket with him in the middle of november, and opens his mouth to greet his
friends, but they are not there.
Instead there’s another dude standing behind the
counter, his green apron doing nothing to hide his beautiful body and sadly
neither his grumpy expression.
Simon wilts under the pressure, but
needing to have the last word he replies sarcastically, “Sure thing Dad”.
Raphael’s eyes widen “What did you just
call me?” Simon looks up at him, placing the now empty glass back on the table
in front of him as he licks fresh blood off his lips, “Dad, y’know, Daddy, cos
like you’re making me –“
Raphael waves his hands in front of
Simon “Please stop” he looks around uncomfortably before speeding away.
I saw a prompt on
tumblr : I usually talk to my friends through sign language in class but…
apparently you know sign language too… and now you know I think your butt is
cute.Simon secretly loves Professor Raphael’s butt and accidentally spills his
secret to the professor himself!
Part of him was hoping that he would
never have to see Simon again; you
rip the bandage off fast so it’s less painful, you stitch up the wound quick so
it’s less painful, you let it heal slowly. These things take time.
But - who was he kidding, he’s going to
be entwined with Simon until the end of time, it seems. Quite literally.
His dark hair stuck against his forehead
in wet, messy curls and every annoyed huff showed in form of a little white
cloud leaving his lips and disappearing into the sky. He was a supernatural
being but it was obviously too much to ask for some kind of immunity against
the temperatures. Sure, he had to appear human but that didn’t mean he
basically had to be human.
“Just find the target, make the guy
fall in love with the girl and the freezing is over,” Raphael mumbled to
himself through chattering teeth and pushed his hands deeper into the pockets
of his hoody. At least he couldn’t get sick but this didn’t make the weather
any more comfortable. His whole body seemed to be slowed down and stinging from
the cold, icy wind pulling at the material of his jeans and the hoody he wore
over his t-shirt, his boots kicking up snow with every step.
“You can’t say it back. Why haven’t
you said so earlier? All the other times I said it? I thought you just weren’t
ready yet but if you already know you can't love
me, why not say it outright instead of leading me on?!” Raphael tried to
hide the pain and anger swirling in his chest, masking his emotions with a cold
Magnus had warned him, told him it was a
bad choice to start something with Simon because the guy had almost managed to
two-time and even if he had been 16 at the time, he still seemed so very
undecided when it came to his love life. He clearly couldn’t make up his mind
about what he wanted, not back then and not now. Raphael had known it was a
risk and he had to fight down the urge to place the blame on himself - to
revert back to the thinking that maybe him being asexual and aromantic was the
reason why Simon couldn’t commit to this.
The one person he developed romantic
feelings for, the one person he actually fell in love with, and here they were,
apparently about to break up on Valentine’s Day. It felt like a big, cosmic
joke and Raphael suddenly felt so damn tired.
“I know you’re about to close but
maybe I could get a coffee?” Simon asked and his voice almost broke on a
few words. He squinted a little because of the beads of water on his glasses
that probably blurred his sight but Raphael could see that his dark eyes were
mostly unfocused behind the smudged spectacles.
“You look like you rather need some
tea and a bed,” he commented dryly and rounded the counter to walk up to
the door, flip the sign and then the lock as well. Raphael didn’t care that
they were supposed to be open for 20 more minutes. Nobody came in at this hour
anyway and Simon’s current state was a more pressing matter anyway.
“So, that’s a no? You do realise I
can’t leave when you lock the door, though, right?”
Simon was fidgeting and raised his arm
to hide a cough in the crook of his elbow, the sound muffled by the wet
material of the hoodie he was wearing - not exactly the right choice of
clothing for October if you asked Raphael.
“It’s Valentine’s Day, someone
probably just wanted to lighten the mood,” Lily commented with a shrug and
it might have been a slightly weird thing to do so with almost insulting
messages on pastel coloured candy hearts but most clan members did think they
were funny and a few had actually started a competition about who could find
the most hearts - and the ones with the best messages.
“There’s one with lol no balanced
on top of the picture frame in the main hall. I have no idea how they even got
it up there,” Elliott informed them while strolling into the room and he
stopped behind the couch, right next to Simon’s shoulder who tilted his head
back and blinked up at the other vampire frowning at him.
“You have one stuck in your
hood,” the other informed him and before Simon could react he had already
snatched it up, eyebrows rising when his eyes read the message on the piece of
To Clary: I don’t think
I can do this Clary. Is this even a good idea??
From Clary: Simon you have to do this. For
yourself. Don’t worry, no matter what happens I’m here for you.
To Clary: You’re right, thanks Clary. Omg we
just pulled up outside the club.
From Clary: Go inside and stop freaking out.
To Clary: I’m not freaking out
To Clary: I know your eyebrows are raised. Okay,
yes, I’m freaking out. I miss him and I want him and I don’t know why he
invited me here. It’s been 3months and 16 days Clary. Why now? Why would he
wait so long to contact me for whatever reason? Why was I such an idiot? Oh god
what if it’s just to return something I left at his or what if he tells me he’s
met someone new and he’s moved on.
From Clary: Simon stop. Stop overthinking this
and go inside.
Simon is about to text back to delay entering
PanDEMONium but Clary beats him to it. She knows him too well.
From Clary: You’re going to be fine, just go.
Simon enters PanDEMONium expecting it to be the
usual vibrant, enthralled and booming place but it’s empty apart from a grand
black piano where Raphael sits playing a few notes. Simon knows he does that
when he’s nervous.
What hurts the most, the thing that
makes him really ache, is how familiar he is with Simon. He knows the way that
Simon smells; sickly, because every fledgling smells sickly, but with Simon
it’s all different. Simon smells like – life, like something sick coming back to life. Like hope crawling out of its
He knows the way that Simon sounds; the
unnecessary breaths, the way that his voice mumbles when he talks because he
still hasn’t gotten used to his fangs, the wrong thing in his mouth, and the
way that he taps his fingers, the exact sound that he makes when he wakes up in
the morning. A yawn like a wolf’s howl.
But worst of all, he knows the way that
When daylighter Raphael
Santiago is forced to kill a rogue Warlock, the warlock’s deranged lover curses
him to never have a happy ending. Whoever falls in love with the vampire is
destined to die if they touch him. To Raphael, who has long viewed himself as
unlovable, this seemed like nothing. Of course, he didn’t count on the
persistent idiot known as Simon Lewis.
“Angels touched by man cannot stay
divine, Raphael. I thought I was very clear on that matter.”
And Raphael knows. He knows. But when he
thinks about letting Simon touch him, about his lips pressing down on his,
about his fingers tracing his skin, Raphael does not feel doomed. He does not
Raphael Santiago had always known that
his soulmate would not be anything like what his mother had dreamt for him.
Simon Lewis, on the other hand, had always dreamt of a soulmate that was
nothing like what he got. But are dreams all that important? When real life is
a thing that happens, and that you get to actually live?
This is the second part of a series in
which soulmates are found upon the touch of skin. Each part will have a
different pairing at it’s centre, though all three are linked and together they
form a fuller story.
“Yes,” Simon snaps, “Yes, Clary, my
number is 71. It’s right there,” he waves her wrist around, a little too
aggressively, so it’s actually impossible to read. “The seven and the one. 71.
My soulmate’s going to be 71 when we meet.”
Or, everyone has a number on their wrist
that indicates how old their soulmate will be when they meet. Simon is trying
to deal with the fact that his is abnormally high. It turns out not to be such
a bad thing, after all.
When they had become engaged, it had
been like a switch had flipped with their mothers. They were still very happy
for them and they both were waiting with open arms to welcome the other into
the family. No, the problem was not dislike.
The problem was that for some reason,
the minute a ring came into the picture, both Raphael’s mother and Simon’s
mother somehow immediately and independently became obsessed with their son’s future husband
converting to their religion.
Simon, well, he has the
most unusual / off the beaten path twist of words etched across his ribs that
he’s ever heard of. The font is an elegant black crawl with perfectly dainty
pretty loops and swirls, and it says “Dios, I’m going to eat you if you don’t
Raphael sucks in a
sharp, unnecessary breath, eyes snapping up to meet Simon’s gaze, and he
sounds, for the first time, the way Simon feels; like he’s coming apart at the
seams with no hope of being pulled back together. Simon looks away, wants to
backtrack and erase his temporary moment of weakness, because he’s not allowed
to have that.
It always comes back to this - Simon trying to
run away but being rooted to the spot by everything that lies between them.
There are two ways someone can whisper
into your ear with their lips against your neck.
For one, it can be sweet, gentle, soft,
hot, pleasant. A warmth, the feeling of being loved,
someone taking care of you, kisses, relationships, compliments.
And then there are the times it’s
threatening. A knife against your throat, death so close in front of you, fear.
You feel scared, uncomfortable, want to cry. Screaming, kicking, then staying
still, shaking, hurting, hoping, praying.
Simon unfortunately had to experience
both ways in his rather short period of living.
Raphael hasn’t been
home for the holidays in years. Still being haunted by a tragedy that happened
years ago, he isn’t planning on visiting this year either. Until he gets a very
persuasive email from a very angry man named Simon Lewis.
After a fight with his
current roommate Raphael Santiago is left with moving in with his old friend
Magnus Bane. Naturally, this means lots of headaches for him and weird people
stepping into his life.
They take away the good in Raphael and
reduce him to teeth like talons, a heart of stone. They don’t even have to say
the words when his name comes up - “He’s a monster.”
No, Simon wants to say. You’ve never
witnessed him stripped bare, armor lying at his feet with a softness in his
eyes that makes Simon want to turn away. But they were present when the high
walls around his heart became a weapon. They heard the words “Kill
them” and glossed over what wasn’t being said - ‘Of all the people, why
did it have to be you? I wanted you to stay.’ Nor did they hear the full extent
of Simon’s betrayal, how it cut straight into tendons where it bled the most -
'Is it too late to go back?’
He heard the sound again and it made his
hair stand on end because the creaky wood noise sounded like someone walking
very slowly, dragging their feet with every step and it was like right out of a
horror movie. Simon suppressed the ridiculous urge to go knock on the door to
his mother’s and sister’s room but he also felt like these sounds were far from
normal and what if ghosts were
real after all?! It
was the middle of the night, he was still tired and his brain did not function
properly - he was allowed to think stupid shit!
Simon couldn’t tell why it seemed like a
good idea to snatch up his key and leave his room but that was exactly what he
did. Not to investigate the creepy sounds, he knew how such things turned out
and he didn’t have a death wish, but to get further away from the noises. The
dimmed lights in the hallway made the old hotel look even eerier and a few
steps away from his door he severely regretted the decision to leave his room.
He turned around to head back, saw a dark silhouette at the other end of the
hallway that definitely moved and…he bolted. No.fucking.way!
Simon Lewis is an
average high school teacher just trying to make sure the future generation gets
there. He never asked to get his room moved next to the one guy in the whole
school who probably hates him the most. That’s all Luke’s fault.
said pushing his Spanish text book away, he leaned back in his hair and watched
as Raphael chewed on the bottom of his pen in concentration.
“Hypothetically” Raphael repeated, propping his
head up on his hand to show that he was listening.
“If I liked someone, but I don’t” Simon hastily
said when Raphael quirked an eyebrow “but if I did and I wanted to know if that
person likes me back, what do I do?”
“Niall.” You whispered and at first you didn’t think he heard you, so you slowly wiggled your body closer to him. You nudged your feet between his knees and when you felt his body jerk you knew he was awake. He threw the covers off his body making them land on you as he sat up and rubbed his eyes a bit before turning and looking at you. You couldn’t help but give him a smile as he looked at you with droopy eyes.
“Ya need somethin love?” His voice was horse due to just waking up, he ran his hands through his hair as he let out a yawn as he looked at the clock on the nightstand. “Bloody hell its half past four in da mornin.” You just rolled your eyes as you got up out of bed and walked over to him.
“We could really go for some cookies and peanut butter.” You placed your hands on his cheeks and gave them a squeeze. “We are starving.” He just let out a light laugh as you took your hand away from his face. He placed his hands on your growing tummy and slowly started rubbing circles.
“My girls are hungry?” You just nodded and smiled as he stopped rubbing circles on your belly and reached around you to grab his keys off his nightstand. “Let’s get on da road then, don’t wanna get stuck in da 5am rush hour.” You just laughed as you turned around and headed to the closet to slip on some comfy pants and your shoes.
Soon you and Niall were parked outside the closest grocery store to your house. He was still half asleep but you were wide awake and on the prowl for anything that would satisfy your craving. You were out of the car and headed into the store before Niall could even unbuckle himself.
“Slow down love, the store isn’t goin anywhere.” You just rolled your eyes as you stopped and waiting for Niall to catch up to you. He grabbed your hand before the two of you ventured off into the store looking for the certain items you were craving at the moment.
“Hmm do I want double stuffed or just regular Oreos?” You tapped your index finger on your chin as you took in your options. “Oh! Niall they have Oreo thins!” You grabbed the box of cookies before you turned around and when you saw Niall leaning on the basket with his eyes half closed you couldn’t help but smile. You slipped the box of cookies into the cart and slid out your phone so you could capture the moment.
“Oi! I’m up!” He shot up and looked around as the sound of the camera went off. You just laughed and leaned over the basket and placed a kiss to his cheek. “What did ya pick lovey?” He looked down into the cart and shook his head when he saw the two jars of peanut butter, one smooth and one crunchy and two boxes of Oreo thins.
“Just some late night snacks.” You answered as you continued down the aisle making sure there wasn’t anything else you and the growing baby in your tummy wanted. “Oh babe! They have beef jerky!” You immediately took off towards the stand holding the bags of beef jerky and your mouth instantly started to water as you looked at all the flavors.
“Love, do ya think all this is gonna be good t'gether?” You heard the wheels of the cart coming up behind you and soon you felt his chin resting on your shoulder. He turned his head and gave your neck a quick kiss as one of his hands came and squeezed your hip.
“We want it,” you grabbed the original flavored jerky and before he could say anything you opened the package and took out a piece giving it a smell before popping it into your mouth. “Oh my god.” It came out more like a moan causing Niall’s eyes to go a bit wide as he looked around making sure no one was paying attention to the two of you.
“Uhm lovey ya tink we could get a move on now?” He asked as you slowly started making your way towards the front of the store. You just nodded as you placed another piece of jerky in your mouth causing Niall to lightly laugh and shake his head.
“Thank you babe, we love you.” Was all you said to him as you walked further ahead of him towards a check out lane. He just watched you walk ahead of him and couldn’t help but smile as he noticed your walk was turning more into a slight waddle due to the belly that was continuously growing. He couldn’t help but imagine how soon there would be an infant carrier in the basket and grocery shopping would be an event instead of just a quick pop in and out trip.
He also knew this was only the beginning of the craving stage of your pregnancy, he didn’t mind the midnight snack runs or in this case the early morning snack runs. Just like he didn’t mind when you would steal his shirts because that’s the only thing fitting you at the moment, he didn’t mind holding your hair as you got sick due to something you ate not agreeing with the baby growing inside you. He would do anything for you if you told him it would make you and the baby happy, the little girl inside your tummy already had him wrapped around her finger and he was totally okay with it.
shouted, just as the flash from the camera went off.
He was mid laugh, having the best time of his life with Anna,
when Sven jumped in front of them and shouted “Cheese!” Next thing he knew, Anna had a hand on the
side of his face, pressing his cheek against hers, and he was suddenly blinded
by the light from the phone.
They were both still giggling as Anna removed her embrace,
and Sven had navigated away from them to some of the other people in the
He looked over at her and he was captivated by her
beauty. Her eyes still shimmering with
humor, and her smile was to die for. Her
pink-flushed cheeks, made him want to reach out and touch her, and before he
really even knew what he was doing, he did.
She became still, as his hand cradled the side of her face
and his thumb caressed from the side of her nose, across her cheek, to meet his
own fingers. The words were there, on
the tip of his tongue, but he was momentarily lost in her eyes.
Her gaze went to his lips a half a second before she leaned
forward and kissed him. He gave into
her, yielding against her, relishing
in her, when she suddenly pulled back.
“I love you.” She whispered.
“I love you too.” He
said, breathless, without hesitation, barely getting it out before she claimed
his lips again.
His last thought before he completely lost himself, was that
he had to make sure that Sven sent him that picture. He wasn’t overly sentimental, but he simply
needed to have a small memento from the night they said they loved each other;
the night he felt that the life he always wanted, had started.
i can’t believe i’ve managed to do like six of these but okay let’s get it till i run out of gifs/pictures and energetic commentary.
#1 - a recent one that literally just flew to the top because??? kiho moments are either always interrupted (minhyuk) or off camera. skdjfhjdk but FOR ONCE minhyuk just went on his merry way i really love lee minhyuk for not warning wonho okay :( // vid here
#2 - i really dont know why there aren’t gifs of this, same fansign as #1 and just as beautiful. i mean wonho really did that™ standing behind ki and just?? checking him out or whatever he was doing behind him and then the way he smiles afterwards ksjhfjdks mood // vid here
#3 - i just love how wonho went hard with his cheese™ for kihyun’s birthday like, giving him his jacket, glancing at him, comparing him to a fucking flower we love a whipped man // full gifset here
#4 - ah the rare moments wonho remembers he’s actually older than ki and can actually kick his ass when he gets annoying. it’s just how kihyun ran lmfao if that was hyungwon coming at him he’d probably just laugh but soon as he saw wonho he blasts (truly makes ya wonder how wonho is when he’s angry huh)
#5 - of course how can we forget this. another rare uninterrupted moment in a fansign the way kihyun pauses when he finally realises he’s been stared at and then continued just to make wonho smile really just deflated my heart or smth :/