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Ten Ways to Say “I love you” - Jim Kirk

Summary: There are a lot of ways to say something without actually saying it.

Warnings: language

A/N: a little long. also if jim kirk called me starlight, i’d probably cry n profess my love right then and there. forgive any n all typos. enjoy it and lemme know what you think! 


One

The absurdly bright lights lining the corridors of the Enterprise pricked your eyes— you were forced to squint as your legs carried you. The air pouring through the vents pinched any of your skin that remained unclothed. You flexed and contracted the oddly tired joints in your fingers— you could hear tiny pops and the soft sounds felt like battering rams against your eardrums.

You cursed yourself for two reasons: losing your left boot as the time-consuming search for it resulted in your inability to replicate a much needed mug of coffee, and drinking so much with Leonard the night before. While you accepted the former was entirely your doing, you split the blame on the latter— half of it was your fault, and half was Leonard’s. It’s those stupid puppy eyes, you told yourself.

You leant your shoulder against the transparent wall of the turbolift you solely occupied and crossed your arms over your chest. Your teeth were gritted— as if grinding your teeth to nubs would give you the day off and rid you of the heavy weight crushing your skull.

The doors slid open before your desired deck and you didn’t bother stifling a sigh that carried the weight of two starships. You dropped your gaze to glare at your scuffed boots rather than subject the new lift patron to your scowl and dagger eyes.

“Rough night?”

You lifted your head at the sound of his voice and met his eyes. You frowned immediately and nodded twice. “Bones and I had paperwork.”

“What would you say the ratio was this time?” he asked, his crossed arms rumpling the command gold fabric that was firmly stretched over his chest. He was smiling slightly in amusement as he took in your appearance— messy hair, half-zipped left boot, heavy lidded eyes.

You shrugged and eyed the ceramic mug in his hands. You could have moaned at the smell steaming out of it. “I’d say about two charts to one glass.”

“How many charts in total?”

“Fourteen each,” you winced at the revelation and took your eyes from Jim’s when the amusement painted his features red.

Seven glasses of whiskey in one sitting,” he said with a laugh. “No wonder you look like that.”

You narrowed your eyes. “How dare you! I look adorable— like a celebrity running errands.”

“‘Cept you’re about to start an eight-hour shift.”

You sighed so your shoulders slumped. “My rough night’s turning into a rough morning— I didn’t even have time to replicate coffee because of my stupid missing boot.”

Jim glanced down at his mug and thrust it in your direction without thinking twice. “Take mine.

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Ult charge, ult chARGE, ULT CHARGE

Zenyatta, bless your ult being ready.

To my Dearest Regret, With Hope

Request: Listen. I’m legit bawling. I’m crying. My heart has been broken and scarred. You did that! I need a part 4 please or I might just die, M. Your writing is gonna kill me someday, you queen of angst, you. AND other sweet comments! THIS IS A PART OF THE To Newt, With Love series

Word Count: 2,627

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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Newt stares at the brick house in front of him, taking a deep breath before dipping his head and walking toward it. The leather case in his hand bounces against his right leg with every quick step he takes. He times his steps, falling into the same familiar rhythm as the creak of the neighbor’s porch swing.

Climbing up the three hole-ridden steps, Newt curses under his breath. He pauses at the top and sighs. It’s now or never.

The door slams open halfway through his third knock. He nearly smacks his mother in the face as he stumbles forward, but she just ducks under his hand and wraps her arms around his stomach.

“Erm, hi mum.”

“You finally remembered I’m alive!”

Newt rolls his eyes over his mother’s head. “I never forgot it. That would be hard with all the owls you kept sending.”

She steps away from him, leading him into the house. “How could I not send them? You never replied. I didn’t know if you were getting any of them.”

Newt pulls the door shut behind him as he steps inside. “I’ve been busy.”

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Scamander waves her hands, walking down the hall to the kitchen, “Your animals mean more than your own dear mother.”

“That’s not true.” He follows her, eyes trailing over the pictures of him and Theseus at various ages, hanging in rotting frames on the cream walls.

“Well, you aren’t very good at showing that, are you? Come in here, I just finished baking some biscuits.”

Chuckling at a picture of him and Theseus grinning ear to ear in front of the ocean, stacks of shells balanced on their sopping curls, Newt heads into the kitchen. It hasn’t changed much since he was young. The same dog and cat salt and pepper shakers sit above the stove. The same row of flower vases with the same nine vases are lined up on the far counter, like soldiers ready to march at any moment. The same wooden frames hold up the same moving pictures.

Well, almost all the same pictures. Newt tries not to see the different faces in three of the frames, changed courtesy of Theseus.

“How have you been, honey?” Mrs. Scamander sets a cup of tea and a plate of two bite-sized biscuits down in front of Newt.

“I’ve almost died five times since I last saw you.” He fights a smile at his mother’s frown as he bites into a biscuit.

She falls into the chair across from him. “Do you want to kill your mother? Merlin’s beard, Newt, didn’t I raise you better?”

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An Imaginary Life

For @loveinpanem   LOVE IS prompt. Thank you ladies for hosting another beautiful event. Your creativity, care, and thoughtfulness w ith each prompt is always inspirational. Hugs and kisses.

This story is dedicated to my friend @norbertsmom who reads my meanderings and manages to make me  sound brilliant and to  @arbyeatscheesebuns Happy Belated birthday my dear friend. MAY you have a marvelous year!

Rated: G & all Mistakes are entirely mine..


“Come on!” Primrose urged as she tugged on her coat. “Come on,” she stomped her foot as Katniss calmly put on her coat. “Hurry up Katniss!” Prim dragged Katniss out of the house.

“Really Prim,” Katniss grumbled but she didn’t really mean it as a complaint.

“We’re gonna be late,” Prim said her eyes twinkled, the apple of her cheeks were pink with the cold.

“The stores aren’t gonna get up and move Primrose. It’s Saturday and it’s my only day to sleep in.” Katniss scowled but it didn’t reach her eyes, her lips twitched upwards threatening to form a smile, even as she stared at her sisters face.

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Good Girl CH 3: In The Morning

There is something warm on my cheek. My hand that was tucked against my chest wanders up to find a hand resting against my cheek. I open my eyes to come face to face with a familiar cat like man.

“Good morning little one,” He purrs in a sexy morning voice. I’m surprised when he leans forward and places a soft kiss on my lips; he rests his head back on his pillow and waits for some kind of reaction. I just blink at him, dumbstruck by this hot stranger. A million things run through my mind as I try to understand what is going on, where the hell am I, how did I get here, and who is this sexy man?

Out loud I answer my own question, “Kitty?”

A smile spreads across the man’s face, “Yes?”

I sit up as things from the night before fly by in my mind. Kitty follows my movement as he scoots closer to me, his arm wrapped securely around my waist in case I run. But my mind is swimming and I doubt I could walk at this point if I tried. I see myself at the club with Jihyo, the shots, both kinds, and I remember the alley. Turning to look at Kitty I just stare as I think about how cold he looked, how heartless and cruel as he stood over that man’s body. But looking at him now, I just see a cute man with concern and nervousness in his eyes, nothing of what I would expect from a killer.

“Do you remember?” He asks a bit hesitantly.

I just nod.

“And?” His grip on me tightens.

“And nothing.”

“Are you afraid?”

I’m surprised by my lack of hesitates when I shake my head, “You didn’t hurt me.”

“But I killed a man.”

“You didn’t kill me. You haven’t hurt me when I know you’ve had the opportunity to do so, why should I be afraid?”

He stares at me dumbstruck, but he quickly shakes it off and gets closer to me, his cat eyes narrowed on any reaction I could have. But I do nothing; I actually find his closeness comforting. I guess it wasn’t just the tequila.

“You are a strange girl.”

“I get that a lot.”

“So if I let you go, you won’t run off will you?”

I shake my head, “I won’t know where to run even I would.” Satisfied with my answer he releases his grip on my waists and lays back down, his hands behind his head. I just stare at him as I try and access the part of my brain that normally stores my common sense but come up empty when I still feel nothing but relaxation with him. Jihyo must have jinxed me, fucking with my alarm, ugh that bitch. As that thought passes through my mind I snap my head up. I wonder if she got home okay, if Hoseok got my message but I decide not go for my phone with Kitty watching me so intensely.

“Are you hungry?” He asks as he sits back up.

I nod.

“Come on,” He grabs my hand and pulls me off the bed. We leave his room and wander down a long corridor with a bunch of doors on one side and a wall of windows on the other. On the other side of the windows is a beautiful pool that has a just a pretty view of a forest. So we’re in the middle of nowhere, delightful.

He leads me to the kitchen where he is disappointed to find no one there. A cute pout graces his face as he opens the fridge and finds nothing already made to eat.

“Kyungsoo is usually up by now, I’m starving.” Kitty grumbles as he closes the fridge.

“I can make us something,” I say a bit shyly.

He raises his brow, “You can cook?”

“My grandma taught me how to make traditional Korean food.”

He grins like a child, “Can you please?”

I smile back and nod. “Go sit down at the island.” I wave him into a seat out of the way. He sits on the other side of the island I start putting ingredients on. Thankfully they have plenty of eggs and rice so omurice seems like a pretty easy option. Their kitchen is absolutely beautiful, completely modern with black cabinets and white marble counters. It’s like the kitchen I’ve always wanted. I switch back and forth from counter to counter to the stove and back again, far too focused on making breakfast to notice the audience that gathered on the other side of the island. Kitty grabs 13 plates for me and helps dish out the rice on each plate while I top each pile with a fried egg, a simple dish that always tastes amazing. With a satisfied sigh I gather all the pans in the sink and turn around to finally realize all 12 men staring at me with interest.

When none of them say anything I give them a shy smile, “Good morning, I made breakfast.” I gesture to the plates lined up on the counter.

“Does she not remember?” The dimpled man from last night asks.

They all look to Kitty who is just smiling at me, “She does.”

“Are you sure? Did you threaten her or something?”

Another one asks, “Are sure she even saw?”

“I’m with Yeolie on this one,” The puppy says from his spot on one of the stools, “There is no way she would be this calm if she saw.”

With a sigh Kitty says, “Tell them what you saw last night little one, I’m going to eat while they freak out.” He reaches across the island for a plate.

All eyes turn to me, “I saw Kitty shoot some guy threw the chest and threw the head.” I explain simply dragging one of the plates in front of me and I start eating. They stare at me as if I have an arm growing out of my forehead.

“Maybe she thinks this is a dream or something,” One says.

“She could be a sociopath,” Another one suggests.

“Or she could be someone like us,” A third says.

Annoyed with their antics I slam my fork down on the counter, “Eat your food before I throw it away. And if I had to pick the best of the three I’m most likely a sociopath.”

They scramble for a plate, fighting each other for ones that have more, acting like complete children. I scoff at the fact that these men were in charge of taking care of me last night.

After a few minutes of silence and obvious staring one asks, “So you aren’t afraid of us?”

I look up from my plate to see bitch face from last night staring down at his fork; he nibbles on his lip while he waits for my answer. I scan all of the other men’s faces to see the same anxious curiosity.

“No, I’m not afraid of you.” Just as those words leave my mouth, the alarm in my head goes off. I twist and jump on the counter, my legs stretched in front of me, keeping the tan man who was sneaking up behind me away.  

With an impressed smile he says, “That alarm of yours’ is absolutely amazing.” He steps closer so my feet are on his stomach.

“Kai,” A few of the men behind me growl warningly. Kai sighs in defeat, his hands go up in surrender as he backs away.

“What are we going to do with her now?”

I glance over my shoulder, also curious about this answer. The four sitting in the stools look to each in a silent debate, Kitty, Dragon, Deer, and classically handsome. From the way the others who were stuck standing watch the men, I can tell they must be the oldest or the leaders. I watch Kitty and am a bit taken back by the sudden cold he is radiating, Dragon is next to him doing the same killer expression as they have a stare down with the other two.

“I say we keep her,” Kitty says sternly.

“Hyung, she is not a pet,” Handsome snaps back.

Dragon huffs, “I’m with Xiumin on this one.”

“She probably has a family that she needs to get back to and if she is the same age as Sehun and Kai, she has school,” Deer says in a soft voice trying to keep the situation calm.

“Since when have you two had a conscience with girls? You guys are usually the first to get rid of them. In fact I’m surprised you haven’t tried to kill her yet or even suggested it. Face it, you like her too.” Kitty snaps as he stands up, slamming his fork on the counter.

The other two look away, a blush crossing their faces. My focus is taken away when I feel the alarm again and I turn around to find Kai closer than before. His hands are on my thighs with him resting in between my legs, only inches away. I can’t help but scream at his sudden closeness, not feeling the same comfort that I have when Kitty is this close, instead I feel threatened. My instincts kick in and I throw a punch, landing right on his cheek, making him stumble back. With my fist up, I glare at him, expecting him to retaliate or something but he doesn’t. He holds his cheek, grinning like a maniac, he looks to the others who are either staring or glaring at the dumb boy.

“I vote on keeping her for a little while, I like a girl with some fiest.”

“I swear I’m going right for your man hood if you try that again,” I threaten.

He just laughs, “I could kill you if I wanted to beautiful, so you better be a bit nicer.”

“Please go right ahead.”

He stares at me for a moment, and I can feel the others’ eyes on me as well, “I’m not playing around. You saw what Xiumin hyung did to that guy last night just for him being in the wrong place, imagine what we would do to someone who wrongs us.”

“Than kill me, I’ve got nothing too important to get back to.” I deadpan, feeling nothing in my words, no hesitates or fear.  

“I get why she isn’t afraid of us,” Kai scoffs, “The crazy little girl is suicidal.”

I shrug at his words, putting my plate on my lap so I can continue eating, “I wouldn’t say I’m suicidal, more like I’ve had all the time I need and I can go at any moment now. So if you want to kill me, kill me. If you don’t, than eat and stop trying to get in my pants.”

It’s quiet for a while, I continue eating, some of the others behind me snicker at Kai’s antics. Kai leans against the counter opposite of me and just watches me eat. Twenty minutes pass of the only sound being people eating and forks clanking against plates. When I finish my food I start the dishes, which only takes fifteen minutes with them having a dishwasher. The boys are hesitant as they hand me their plates that I place in the washer for them. Done with that I wash my hands before turning around to find all of them still staring.

“So what now?” I ask, eyeing Kitty and Handsome since they seem to have the most say.

“What do you mean?” Handsome asks.

“Well are you going to kill me, keep me, or take me home?”

They are all surprised by my bluntness but Kitty just chuckles, “What do you want to do little one?”

“This isn’t a debate for her to take part in. She should go home,” Handsome says as if it’s final but by the look on everyone else’s face I know it isn’t over.

“But she saw us kill someone, she saw our faces, she knows where we live, we can’t just let her run around with that information,” Puppy reasons stepping into the conversation.

Deer defends me this time, “She doesn’t look like the type to run to the police.”

Kai scoffs, “What does she have to loose? She already admitted she isn’t afraid to die so our usual death threats won’t work.”

“That’s why we should just keep her,” Xiumin states once again. “We all seem to like her anyway. None of us can take our eyes off her. I can admit that it’s weird that we all like her this much already but that doesn’t change that I know the rest of you bastards want to keep her too.”

Their argument is cut off when a door opens and the sound of more rowdy boys coming down the hall. I grimace at the possibility of their being more of them but as these voices get closer I realize that they sound really familiar. The new group of boys rounds the corner, joining us in the kitchen, seeming completely at ease as they bow.

As their arrival sinks in I say excitedly, “Oppas?” I try and rush to them but I’m surprised when Kai’s arm wraps around my waist holding me back.

“Joo-ya?” Namjoon questions taking a step toward me but is automatically cut off by Dragon while the others stand up too, creating a wall in between my oppas and me. “What is going on here?”

“Why do you guys have Joo?” Yoongi questions, suddenly hostile.

“Joo,” Hoseok tries to come forward but steps back when Kitty glares at him and ends up settling for peeking at me in between them, “We’ve been worried about you. I’ve been waiting for you to text me back since last night, I thought you got caught up in the mess if it.”

“How is Jihyo?” I asks ignoring Kai’s tightening grip as he glares.

“She has a pretty bad hang over and a bruise on her cheek, but nothing she isn’t use too. But how did you end up here?”

At the same time those same words appear in my head, “What are you guys doing here?”

“How the hell do you all know each other?” Dragon asks, stepping away from the wall they made to get me from Kai’s grip, noticing my discomfort. He easily lifts me on the counter near Kitty who pulls me closer.

“She is a close friend.” Namjoon says stepping forward, being the over protective oppa that he is, he watches their hands on me. He narrows his eyes on Kitty when he turns to look up at me, positioning himself like Kai had before, in between my legs. Kitty cocks his head at me curiously as he wraps his arms around my waist, something I don’t question from him at this point.

“Is that true little one? Are you friends with these boys?” Kitty asks me.

I nod.

“How did you meet these naughty boys?” Dragon asks leaning on the counter closer to me.

“We met through my friend Jihyo, she goes to the same school as them.”

Kai scoffs, “You expect me to believe you’re friends with that slutty girl at school?”

I glare daggers at him but before I can snap at him Namjoon does it for me, “I would watch what you say about Jihyo in front of Joo, she will hurt anyone who says anything bad about her little Ji.”

“Is that why you guys look so familiar?” I gesture to bitch face and Kai. “Are you those mysterious, hot guys she always talked about?”

Grinning, Kai brushes his sandy brown hair out of his face, “There aren’t many like us, so I’m guessing yes.”

“And does that mean one of you are the hot principal that is related to them?” I scan the men I’m guessing to be the oldest and stop at Handsome. “You,” I point a small finger at him, “It has to be you.”

“Why him sweetheart? Am I not hot?” Dragon pouts cutely.

“You are way too hot to be involved in any kind of education institution. But Handsome oppa,” I look back to Handsome, “You are classically hot, so it has to be you.”

“Handsome oppa?” He laughs cutely.

“I don’t know names, except for Kai so I’ve just been making them up in my head.”

“What do you call me?” Deer asks perking up in his seat.

“Deer oppa.”

“What do you call them?” Deer gestures to the two men hanging on me.

“Kitty and Dragon oppa.”

“This is fun and stuff but can we get back to why you have Joo?” Hoseok asks bring all eyes to him, none of them kind except for mine.

“Why is that any of your business?” Dragon snaps.

“She is our friend and we know you guys well enough that there must be a very good or bad reason for you to bring her to your house.”

“She caught us killing someone, so we couldn’t let her run off to the police,” Kai says as if it was obvious.

“Joo-ya,” Jin comes closer, trying to give me a once over with Kitty basically on top of me. “They haven’t hurt you, right?” Poor mommy Jin looks nervous asking the question but with twelve glaring men hovering, I understand why. I try to jump off the counter, something Kitty does not agree with.

“Let me down,” I say nicely.

“Why?” Kitty basically growls.

“Please.”

He sighs, “You have two minutes,” He steps away from me, allowing me to jump off the counter. I get down quickly and go over to Jin who welcomes me into a hug. Jin steps away holding me at arms length he gives me a once over.

“I’m fine Oppa, they have been nothing but nice to me,” I try to calm the older man and myself. When he finds nothing wrong with me he lets out a sigh of relief but that makes worry creep up my neck, should I be more concerned about what could happened to me? I mean other than my death?

“I’m sorry but if you knew their normal reaction to someone seeing them kill someone, you’d understand my worry.”

I take that as a yes.

“Ya!” Handsome snaps coming toward us, his sudden hostility makes me jump, “You just need to keep your mouth shut about that.”

“Kai already threatened to kill me, so I doubt it gets much worse then that.” I look over my shoulder at him trying to appear calm and collected. Remember they don’t set off the alarms, that usually means I’m fine, I should be fine, right?

“Trust me, it does,” He says only loud enough for me to hear. Jin stop scaring me, you aren’t helping the situation!

“Can we talk to her for a few minutes?” Namjoon ask wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

“About what?” Deer asks, suddenly appearing a lot more threatening than I thought someone like him could.

Namjoon clears his throat as he tries to think of a good response, “We just want to make sure she’s okay.”

Kris growls, “She said she is fine.”

“You guys can be a bit intimidating we just want to walk to her,” Yoongi answers.

“I say no,” Bitch face says.

“I’m with Sehun,” Kai agrees.

One I haven’t really heard talk yet, Dimple, says, “They are going to make her afraid of us.”

“Hyung,” Puppy whines to Handsome, “Don’t let them take our new friend away.”

“We haven’t even had a chance to play with her yet,” Elf chimes in. My friends tense at those words.

“Handsome oppa,” I slip away from Namjoon to grab on to Handsome’s large hands and smile up at him. “Can’t I just have a little talk with them, please? I’ll play with you guys after.”

He sighs holding my hands comfortably tight, “Fine, you convinced me but you have to convince Xiumin hyung too.” I cock my head at him confused, “I mean Kitty.” I look past Handsome to find a very cranky looking Kitty. I give him my best smile.

“Kitty oppa, please?” I try to use the same trick on him that I used on Handsome but from his glare I know it won’t work.

“No.” He deadpans before I even reach him.

“But oppa,” I whine as I wrap my arms around his neck. Any fear I have disappears when I see the fear in the cute man’s eyes. How he can do such a switch, from possibly murdering a group of boys to looking like a kicked kitten.

“I said no little one,” He pulls me close, his hands firmly on my hips. “I don’t want them to make you afraid of me, afraid of us. I like that you don’t flinch or try to move away when I touch you.”

“If you let me I’ll stay,” The words come out before I can stop them.

His eyes light up, in fact everyone’s, except for my friends, eyes light up like the forth of July. I don’t have the heart to take my words back, regardless of the horrified look in my friends’ eyes.

“Deal,” He kisses my forehead, “You can’t take it back now.” He lets me go and holds me at arms length so I’m not touching him anymore. “Now you guys have 15 minutes, use that time wisely, you can use the living room.”

“You boys watch your mouths,” Suho threatens with a cold voice and eyes that could kill. “If she comes out of that room any different towards us, there will be hell to pay,” He gives them a killer smile, “Understand?”

The boys all nod, fear obvious in their eyes, before dragging me out of the kitchen into the living room, just down the hall. Jin hesitates as we pass the entry way, his desire to just take me and leave is obvious to everyone.

“Don’t even think about it Hyung!” Namjoon warns as he continues pulling me along.

“But Namjoon,” Jin whispers, he grabs my free hand, “How else are we supposed to get her out of here? Or are seriously thinking about leaving her?”

Namjoon huffs, “No, I don’t want to leave her but I don’t want the head of EXO trailing behind us! Do you know what would happen to us if we just took her from them? I don’t that for us, we worked hard to get here. Now all we can do is try and figure out what happened.”

hummingbird heartbeat pt26

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Bitty drove Kent to the airport in the afternoon. Kent alternated between lacing their fingers together and letting his hand rest on Bitty’s thigh. After a week together, sending Kent away felt heavy and cold. Bitty chewed his lower lip as he drove, eyes on the road.

“Eric,” Kent said, once they’d been driving for a half hour. “Are you okay?”

“What?” Bitty glanced over. “Oh! Yeah! No, I’m fine. I’m just – I was just thinking.”

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Broken Glass | Johnjae (NCT)

Genre: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 1096

Summary: Since you were the shortest person in your relationship with Yoonoh and Johnny, naturally, they’re going to use their height to their advantage, and also to mess with you.

Warning: This scenario contains a poly relationship.


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Breakfast at the Bar : Ethan Imagine

You woke up to sounds coming from the kitchen. It sounded like silverware falling on the floor and bowls being placed on the glass counters. You stretched with a smile upon your face as you heard your daughters voice floating through the house like an air horn in an empty stadium. “Daddy! I want strawberry!” Then came your husband’s voice. “Darling, I told you we have to be quiet. We don’t wanna make mommy!” You could practically see your daughter nodding her head and her ponytail whiling around her face. There was more noise coming from the kitchen as the refrigerator doors opened and closed, and the chairs from the bar being pulled and pushed. With a giggle from your daughter, you decided to finally get out of bed and see what the two of them were up to. You tiptoed down the stairs and peeped around the corner to the kitchen. The sight you saw shocked you to say the least, but it was a great view nonetheless. Ethan, your husband, and your daughter were sitting at the bar with bowls of strawberry ice cream right in front of them. You had told them numerous times that ice cream was only on Wednesday nights, family night, yet here they were! You stalked to the doorway of the kitchen with your hands on your hips. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” You raised your eyebrows as you spoke to them. You daughter gasped and looked at your husband, shock in her eyes. “Well, we’re just here having some breakfast. Say… what are you doing up so early?” Ethan asked you with humor and a tad of intimidation in his voice. “I heard a little girl and her daddy in the house talking about ice cream flavors.” You shot a look at Y/D/N and smirked at Ethan. You walked over to the cabinets, your family members not saying anything, and grabbed a bowl. “But.. I couldn’t let them have all of the ice cream…” Your voice trailed off while you opened the freezer to get the ice cream out. Your daughter laughed and looked at her dad. “I told you mommy wouldn’t be mad!” This made the entire family laugh. After you scooped your ice cream, you spent the morning talking and laughing with your daughter also making her scrunch her face up when you and Ethan shared a kiss and her saying, “ew!”

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Unlike some people in this crazy superhero team, Clint knew how to take advantage of enforced vacation time. Fury had barely finished his sentence before he was on his feet, slinging his bow across his back and heading for the door at something that wasn’t so far short of a flat out run. Straight to the locker room, back into jeans and sneakers, bow tucked away a little more discreetly in a duffle he swung onto his shoulder, and then he was haring up the stairs and out into the sunshine. It had been literal days since he’d been out in it, and he took a long moment to tilt his head back and just bask.

Clint took a deep breath of exhaust-smoke and cart-coffee and the barest gently green edge of spring, and felt a grin spreading across his face. He had no plans – Clint was not a man that planned, it was part of his genetic make-up or something – but there were certain essentials that needed attending to, and Ravi the Coffee Guy wasn’t gonna cut it on this sort of day. Good coffee was worth a little effort, when you had a little time.

Taking the subway felt like blasphemy when the weather was so fine, so he sauntered along the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. He fished out his phone, typed ‘SUN!!!’ and an indecipherable string of emojis, sent it to Tasha – who was probably sparring with Steve, see previous comments about inability to use vacations appropriately – and after a second’s thought sent it to the rest of the team, too. Sam responded instantly with his own set of cheerful emojis, because Sam was nowhere near Clint’s favorite but always edged higher whenever electronic communication was involved. A few seconds later his phone buzzed again, and he was a little startled to see a text from Barnes; even more so when it turned out to be a picture of the goddamn grumpy cat, because who the hell had educated the guy about memes?

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Nothing Away
  • Series: Overwatch
  • Pairing: Boombox (Junkrat x  Lúcio)
  • Chapters: 10/10
  • Words: 10.835
  • Subject: sligthly alternated universe in which a fanboy Junkrat fucks everything up.

@scarecroweyes wanted me to publish this so here it is :) 
It’s a ten-chapters-long fic that will probably either make you squeal or cringe or both so be prepared. Last warning, I like streams of thoughs.

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Phan One Shot

Title: Will You Be My Valentine?

Summary: Dan, who works at the florist shop, works across from the tattoo shop. One of the boys who works at the tattoo shop comes in everyday after Dan’s lunch breaks and buys a flower and leaves. On the day before valentines day, something goes a little bit different.

Genre: Fluff

Tw: None

Word count: 3.2k works

A/N: Thanks you so much @skinnyjeanshowell​ for writing this valentines day fic with me! Without you, I don’t know how this really would’ve turned out, so thanks, Tori.

Extra tags: 2009!phan, pastel!dan/punk!phil, oy, valentines day

Every day at Dan’s job, there was a certain black haired, blue eyed boy who was covered in tattoos entered the florist shop he worked at after Dan’s lunch break. He always bought a different type of flower each time he came in. After a while, Dan noticed that the black haired and blue eyed boy who came in everyday worked at the tattoo shop across from the shop.

Today was a bit different.

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117 Hours

Pairings- Clint Barton x Reader

Requested by anon- Hi! I hope you’re well. I love your writing! Could I request a Hawkeye x reader? One where SHIELD still exists and the reader works in the labs, Hawkeye notices her and volunteer for guarding the labs after a break-in, just to get close to her? Thanks xoxo

Also. *gets down on knees*

I heartily apologize for the delay. I spent a few of the past days at the state sports meet (and I won a silver medal! Yippee!) but for the rest of the days- I was just bone lazy. I’m really sorry for the delay anon. 

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Anytime, Darlin' (Skinny!Steve x Pregnant!Reader)

Summary: Set in the late 1940’s, Y/N has to cope with the unpleasantness that is pregnancy.

Masterlist


You woke up from a feeling in your stomach that made you squirm with nausea. Not again. You reached over to the other side of the bed, sighing as you grasped the cool and empty sheets. Of course he wasn’t here. He had to go to work, and you hadn’t expected him to just put everything on hold just so he could be with you twenty-four hours a day. You had told him that was out of the question, anyway.

Not that having him around would be a bad thing. In fact, right now you were a bit annoyed you had made such a big fuss about him carrying on as usual, as you could really use his company right now. You shook your head softly to yourself. You couldn’t think things like that. It was selfish, and he was only doing it because he had to provide money to pay for food and rent. Something you shared expenses in.

A wave of nausea hit you again and you groaned. You had errands to do today, anyway, so you had to get up. But hell if you were doing it right away. You lay there and thought about him for a few moments. He hated you doing errands in your state. He hated it so much. You didn’t want to be just lying around helplessly either, but you understood that he only wanted you to be safe.

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Alone (14)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; epilogue.

Chanyeol tightened his arms around your slim frame, lifting you up in one swift movement without breaking the kiss for even a second. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist while your fingers buried themselves in his hair. You let out a little gasp as his teeth pulled at your bottom lip but Chanyeol took that as encouragement. He deepened the kiss, lips moulding into each other, tongues crashing together, and carried you towards the bed.

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Beauty and The Beast  - Seven

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Previous Part ||

Fairy-tale & AU Series Index

Word Count: 4.1K

Please excuse any errors.


As I was coming to my senses, I realized I was laying on something soft. Though I was partly awake, I refused to open my eyes. My ears began to tune into the sounds around me. There was water running from a faucet not too far from me. The heat from the sun that was shining through the window was warm on my face.  

I heard the water turn off before there was a light knock at the door. My eyes fluttered open, and I turned from my back onto my side, giving me a view of the white double doors. Oh yeah, I’m in Suho’s room. I slowly sat up on the big king size bed, looking to my right and finally noticing the empty space.

My eyes turned towards the bathroom door which was closed, but it was easy to see that the lights were on. There was another knock on the double doors before a small voice spoke.

“Young master?” It was clearly Nadia. She sounded slightly worried, her voice strained.

“Is everything okay? Both Kyungsoo and I received a call from Y/N. We were worried that something happened.”

I glanced at the bathroom door before sighing and sliding out of the bed, slowly making my way to the door. Without thought, I opened one of the double doors meeting Nadia’s shocked eyes. The shock in her eyes changed to confusion, before quickly transforming to anger.

“What are you doing in Junmyeon’s room?” She spoke through clenched teeth. I rubbed my eyes as if attempting to rub off the sleep that lingered on my shoulder. She stood there wearing a plain green shirt with some black jeans and sneakers. I’m not sure if it’s her day to work, but she sure looks prepared to work.

“He wasn’t feeling well.” I answered simply, “I was taking care of him.”

“Well, that won’t be necessary anymore. I’m here.” She almost snapped. I was so thrown off by her tone, that I physically leaned back. My eyes widened at her stern facial expression.

“Well, I’ll leave if Junmyeon wants me to leave,” I replied smiling slightly, “He’s currently in the bathroom so let’s just wait on him.”

“Junmyeon doesn’t like to be disturbed on weekends.” She shot back.

I rolled my eyes and begun to lose my patience.

“Ms. Nadia, he is the one who called me over. I don’t think I was disturbing him. I don’t understand why you’re acting this way. You are aware of my relationship with Junmyeon, so you should be used to seeing me around by now.” I argued.

Her brows furrowed as she glared at me.

“You’re awake?” A familiar voice spoke from behind me. 

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Before the Sun Is in the Sky - Part 2

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

PART 1

Summary: Breakfast. Like that’s all it is.

Warnings: I think there’s light cursing in there. Barely. Which is weird because I curse like a sailor.

Word Count: 3,206. (Yay, rambling.)

A/N: YOU GUYS ARE ALL SO FANTASTIC. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AND ALL THE LOVE. Tbh, I expected like, eight notes on the first one, but y'all exceeded my expectations. If I had the money, I would buy all of you puppies and kittens and chocolate and food and the works. Thank you so much!! I present to you an entire load of trash.

SIDE NOTE: Also again, thanks to @ourforgottenboleros for being my second pair of eyes and editing and proofreading. GO READ HER STUFF. I AM HER NUMBER ONE FAN. JOIN MY FANCLUB.

“I’m thinking bagels,” Lin suggested as you both journeyed south 165th Street. “Are you thinking bagels, Doc?”

“You read my mind,” you replied with a grin. “I’ve been dying for a bagel since yesterday morning. And please, Y/N works just fine.”

It was around 5:15 in the morning, the sun already piercing the night’s veil of darkness, cueing the pigeons to rise and harass the inhabitants of the Big Apple.

This definitely wasn’t what you’d anticipated. You were supposed to do one last round in the ER, make sure you’d discharged everyone, if not already admitted the more serious cases, then gone home to sleep for the mere five hours before it was time to start your life again back at the hospital. And what exactly were you doing now?

Completely disregarding your body’s desperation for sleep. Going for bagels. With a stranger.

No matter how much you wanted to reprimand yourself, it seemed as though part of you had already come up with logical excuses for your irresponsibility.

Disregarding your desperate need for rest? You function perfectly on three hours of sleep. You’ve trained for this. This is your life.

Going for bagels? You haven’t had a solid meal in about eighteen hours. The most you’ve had to eat was a cookie an attending doctor had offered you late yesterday morning.

With a stranger? He’s cute. That’s that. (Because Lord knows you have a handful of other reasons why it’s a good thing to go out with this guy, but let’s not even get you started.)

He nudged you with his elbow as you both made a left on Broadway, breaking you away from your internal interrogation between you and your conscience. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Not wanting to make him feel bad for not only keeping you an hour longer at the hospital but also cutting your time for sleep even shorter than it already is, you simply smiled at him, feigning confusion. “I’m just so hungry, I can’t decide what kind of bagel I wanna get. They all sound so good right now.”

“Well then, don’t let me tell you about what kind of spreads you can get too because that’ll just throw you for a loop.”

Both of you shared a quick laugh and you nudged him right back. “Thanks for the invite,” you said. “I really appreciate it.”

“Hey, when she’s gorgeous, I can’t just let her slide.” Lin simply shrugged as if this was no revelation to either you. He turned his head to look at you and chuckled a little. “But in all seriousness, I didn’t want the conversation to end, so I took a shot and thankfully, you said yes, and here we are.”

“Well then, I’m glad you didn’t throw it away.”

“Not as glad as I am.”

The two of you walked the rest of the way in content silence, basking in each other’s presence like this was a daily ritual of yours. Your steps fell in sync with his, left foot, right foot, all the way down the busy sidewalk. When you reached the door of Mike’s Bagels, he held it open and gestured for you to enter the lively bagel joint.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the growing group of people crowding around the counter, giving you more of a view of the assortment of bagels.

“Onion, sesame, poppy seed, chocolate chip, cinnamon raisin, blueberry, spinach, spinach and cheese, just plain cheese…” He turned his head to look at you, searching for an answer.

You simply stood there looking down at where both of you connected, too distracted by the fact that he still hadn’t let go of your hand.

“There are a lot of choices,” he started. “But might I suggest the cinnamon raisin with strawberry cream cheese? Because that’s what I’m getting and that’s the best one, in my not-so-humble opinion.”

Finally managing to break your gaze away from both of your hands, you flashed him a quick smile.

“Then make it two,” you replied. “I trust your not-so-humble opinion.”

Lin brought you back over to the end of the line (crowd, really, because apparently no one knew about single file here,) and you both waited for your turn. Without a single word, he laced his fingers between yours, intertwining them with ease.

Lord, I’m gonna die by the time this is over, aren’t I? you thought.

“Have you been here before?” He asked you, bringing you back to reality from your internal monologue.

“No, but I walk past it every day. I typically go to Bagel Boss.”

“Looks like we’ve got a new place then.” The corners of his mouth curved upwards into the sweetest of grins, and it was nearly enough to melt you into a puddle of helplessness and glee.

We? What do you mean by ‘we’?

Just as you were about to question his word choice, you were silenced by the sound of the teenage boy clearing his throat from behind the counter in an attempt to capture your attention.

“Two cinnamon raisin bagels with strawberry cream cheese,” Lin ordered before turning to you. “Baby, do you want it toasted?”

Baby?!

You couldn’t do anything but nod with an incredulous look etched on your face.

“Both toasted, dude. Oh, and coffee. Two medium drips? Yeah, medium drips.”

Had he not let go of your hand to reach into his pocket for his wallet, you would’ve stood there for the rest of the day, dumbfounded and speechless.

But hey, Mama didn’t raise no freeloader, and regardless of whether this breakfast was a date or not, you weren’t about to let a stranger pay for your food. You quickly reached into your messenger bag and grabbed your wallet, immediately pulling out your debit card and handing it to the cashier.

“No!” Lin quickly interjected, pushing your hand away. “Please, let me take care of it, Y/N.”

“I can’t let you do that,” you answered with a shake of your head. Bringing your attention back to the poor confused kid behind the counter, you stretched your arm out further, encouraging him to take your card.

After a bit of a struggle, you heard grunt followed by a victory whoop coming from Lin, and next thing you knew, the kid shrugged.

“Sorry, ma’am, he just reached over swiped his card.” The cashier snickered a little as the receipt printed from the machine. He ripped it and handed it to Lin. “You guys are order number 58.”

Lin placed his right hand on the small of your back and ushered you down the long counter before finding your hand to hold again.

“How’d you that? Why’d you do that? I told you not to do that.”

Words were flying out of your mouth, and no matter how hard you tried, they just wouldn’t stop.

He motioned towards an empty booth at the very front of the already tiny, hole-in-the-wall shop, gently pulling you to it.

“Y/N, it wouldn’t be a proper date if I didn’t take care of the tab.” He replied with a laugh. “I told you, I got it.”

You slid into the booth and watched him follow suit with his Rico Suave moves. “But I told you not to–”

He cut you off quickly and patted your hand. “Shh, shh, it’s all over now.”

You tried your hardest to remain frustrated, but the tone of his voice, the warmth of his palm on yours, the sweetness in his eyes – you were melting.

And there you both were, practically front and center of the entire place, gazing into each other’s eyes. It was just as cliché as it sounded. Screw your already fucked up sleeping pattern, forget your dire need to satisfy your voracious appetite, never mind the fact that the man who just invited you out to breakfast on a whim was a complete stranger. Something about this, about him, felt normal.

Lin stood up to pick up your order from the end of the counter, leaving you with both countless thoughts racing through your mind and endless subconscious silence.

“Tada!” He proclaimed as he set the basket in front of you. “Shit, he forgot the cups for coffee. I’ll be back.” He began walking back to the cashier, but came back four steps later. “Cream and sugar?”

You looked up at him and simply smiled, nodding quickly before watching him walk backwards with a sly grin on his face to reciprocate your own.

The sweet aroma of the warm bagels before you made your head spin, and you suddenly remembered how desperately starving you were. Without missing a single beat, you dove in, practically devouring nearly a quarter of the entire thing in just a single bite. You were one with the bagel. There was no such thing as you and the bagel. It was you and you were it.

You were too focused on relishing the flavor of the cinnamon with the occasional raisin here and there, all intertwined with the creamy strawberry spread between both halves – you were in heaven.

And you would’ve remained in heaven until you’d consumed the entire bagel, but you were interrupted by the scent of coffee rising up, sending the synapses of your brain into near neurosis.

You saw two coffee cups stacked, one standing on top of the other’s lid. For a moment, you didn’t put two and two together and your lack of comprehension broke you away from your split-second of nirvana.

Lin picked up on your brief lapse of confusion and showed you his bandaged left hand, reminding you that the poor guy only had mobility of his free hand, and suddenly, you were hit with an pang of guilt because you knew damn well you should’ve gotten the coffees instead of allowing him to struggle.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, I should’ve helped you,” you started to apologize.

“I told you, it’s a date. Not to enforce gender norms, but this is what I do. So this is yours, two creams, two sugars,” he spoke as he handed you the top cup before taking a seat across from you.“I wasn’t sure how you took your coffee, so I went super generic.”

“Either you’re psychic or you’re just fantastic at assumptions,” you replied, graciously taking the cup in front of you and taking a quick sip of its contents. “Hmm, is this French Roast?”

Lin froze and grimaced. “I-I can switch it out for you if you don’t like it. I just didn’t know what–”

“I love French Roast. You really must be psychic.”

“Well, I mean…” he began coyly before breaking into a soft chuckle. “Columbian was out, and that was right next to it, so it was just chance. But hey, if you wanna believe I’m psychic, then I have no problem playing the part for you.”

You threw your head back in laughter and he joined you, his hearty laugh seemingly harmonizing with yours.

He took notice of your partially consumed bagel. “Good, right?”

“The best, honestly. I’ve eaten at Bagel Boss since I moved to the city, but this place has managed to open my eyes.”

“Wait ‘til I show you my version of NYC.” He brought his hand up in the air to mock the presentation of a billboard. “‘Lin’s New York City Tour.’ Restaurants, record shops, bookstores, I’ve got a list of all the hidden gems. Does that sound enticing to you?”

Your mouth full of yet another bite of the bagel, you gave him an affirming nod.

It did sound enticing. Despite the fact that you were born and raised in New York, you still weren’t too familiar with the city. You were accustomed to suburban living having grown up on Long Island. Sure, you and your family ventured into the city every now and then, but there was nothing Long Island didn’t have that you needed to leave it. And even though you’ve lived in the city for a solid eight years, you never really had the time to explore because of how much of your life you spent in a lab or at the hospital. The most you knew about your new surroundings was the fact that your workplace didn’t require you to take the subway and that your upstairs neighbor had two toddlers that enjoyed pretending their apartment was a jungle gym. Of course, you knew more than that, but the point was you never really had the time to familiarize yourself. To this day, this was a foreign place to you and the unfamiliarity of the city only made you wallow in loneliness more and more every second you shared with your own company.

“Alright, I already talked your ear off back at the ER, so I think it’s fair that you get a chance at revenge.”

After taking a long sip of your coffee, you shook your head with a smirk plastered across your face. “You didn’t talk my ear off, Lin. I told you I enjoyed the conversation.”

“Y/N,” he began to whisper, holding a hand to his cheek as he leaned forward. “That was your cue to tell me all about you.” He sat back in the booth, a sly grin growing quickly on his face.

“You could’ve just said it like that, you dork.”

Lin feigned offense, pressing his palm to his chest overdramatically. “Oh, my feelings!”

“I rest my case,” you giggled before finishing the last bite of your bagel. “I don’t really have an interesting story, especially compared to Hamilton.”

“Don’t be so modest, Y/N, you’re already interesting to me and I did all the talking earlier.” He reached across the table and took your hand in his. “And plus, I’m not on a date with the dead white dude on the ten-dollar bill. I’m here with you.”

Damn it, your cheeks were burning yet again, and at this rate, you were positive they were perpetually red. Of course, you had to play it cool though.

You simply rolled your eyes. “Such a charmer.”

“I’d beg to differ,” he teased sweetly. “So, what’s your origin story?”

It wasn’t a fantastic one.

Born in Queens, raised in Hicksville, attended private schools your entire childhood. Your parents divorced when you were thirteen, just three months after your one and only sister was born, leaving you to grow up faster than anticipated. With your father completely out of the picture, you suddenly found yourself being your mother’s rock, your sister’s keeper, and the glue that held the three of you together. High school went by quickly, not only because time suddenly flew, but you were lucky enough to graduate two years sooner than the usual student (despite having to juggle helping your mother parent your sister and homework from your countless AP classes), Pre-Med at Tufts, Allopathic Medical School at Cornell, internship at Columbia University Hospital, and you were currently completing your residency there.

“And now you’re all up to speed. The end.” You brought your cup up to your lips and took a drink, emptying out the remainder of its contents, not making too much of an already boring story.

“Now she’s a big shot with a gigantic needle and stitches.” Lin’s grin spread across his face from ear to ear. “Tell me more.”

“There’s not much more to tell,” you replied truthfully.

There really wasn’t anything else to tell.

“Sure there is,” he quipped.

You brought a hand up to your mouth to cover up a yawn as you shook your head.

“Okay, okay, let’s get you home, sleepyhead,” he said as he started to clean up.

“Told you my story was boring,” you half-joked, lending a hand in tidying up the table. “Even I was on the brink of sleep.”

“Now who’s a dork?”

He made a goofy face at you as you both slid out of the booth and stood up. With the two coffee cups your hand and the empty baskets in Lin’s, the two of you shuffled around the ever-growing crowd in the shop before approaching the trash bin.

And of course, like the sweetheart he was, he held the door open for you and escorted you out of Mike’s Bagels and back onto the sidewalk.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close, and you did nothing in protest.

“Thanks for breakfast, Lin,” you murmured softly, your exhaustion reaching its peak. “I had a lot of fun.” In your periphery, you could see a faint smile growing into a toothy grin.

“You made it fun, so thank you.

Dropping his arm, his hand found yours once more and this time, you had no problem letting your fingers intertwine with his.

“Wait, are we walking in the direction of your place or am I just leading you nowhere?” He asked suddenly, slowing his steps.

“No, we’re going in the right direction. I’m just on 156th Street,” you assured him.

“Good,” he replied with a squeeze of your hand.

Silence surrounded both of you, and the two of you simply enjoyed it, feeling perfectly content in each other’s company. You strolled past the building traffic along Broadway, amidst the other inhabitants of the city whisking by, in the middle of blaring horns and cursing drivers, there was still nothing more that made you feel more at ease than merely holding his hand.

In a matter of six minutes, you and Lin had journeyed all the way down to your apartment building.

“Well, this is me,” you told him as your footsteps came to a halt. “I really enjoyed your company today.”

His fingers still locked with yours, he turned to face you. “When can I see you again?”

Despite having spent just a few hours with him, you basically knew how to play his game.

“When did you want to see me again?” you asked devilishly.

He wasted no time with his reply.

“Tomorrow.”

Even though you thought you knew the answer, his response still caught you by surprise and you found yourself giggling like a goof.

You gave his hand a quick squeeze. “I’m a busy person, so I’m gonna have to check my schedule.” You let go of his hand so you could rummage through your bag for a scratch piece of paper and a pen before jotting down your number.

Taking his hand in yours, you pressed the paper in his palm. Your gaze was locked on his for a moment before you were transfixed by his lips.

Inhale.

He pressed his lips against yours, feeling him grin into it, and you couldn’t stop the corners of your mouth from tugging into a little smile of your own as you reciprocated with just as much tenderness and sweetness.

“Tomorrow,” you whispered against his lips when you pulled apart.

Letting go of his hand, you slowly started up the stairs, still grinning back at him.

Once you reached the door, you unlocked it and stepped inside, waving to him from the other side of the window.

“Tomorrow,” Lin repeated with the same goofy grin still spread across his face, watching you walk away until you were no longer in his line of vision. “Tomorrow.”

Hot Cocoa and a Kiss || Chan || Oneshot

Originally posted by amillionwon

Word Count: 1843

Genre: fluff, holiday cheer, oneshot, drabble

Summary: Chan wasn’t the best at getting gifts or picking up hints.


“Hot cocoa for my bestest friend in the world.”

You looked up, watching as the cup was placed in front of you. You watched the steam rise from the mug and smiled, pulling it closer and allowing it to warm your hands. Chan grinned and pulled out a chair, sitting down. He leaned against the palm of his hand, watching as you carefully took a sip.

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Nervous

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prompt- can you do one where its your first night home with your new baby and you want to take a shower or something and leave Nial aloone whith it and he gets nervous and it starts crying and stuff. I love your dad niall imagines. and can you make the babys name be Maribel  

~ 1109 words 

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Niall breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into the driveway and turned in his seat so he could look at you, sat in the back seat watching over your sleeping newborn in her car seat. “How are my girls doing.” He whispers gently, voice tired from the stressful few days that was spent at the hospital. 

“We’re doing okay.” You smiled, running a finger gently on her soft cheek. 

He got out of the car walking around to your side opening the door for you and helping you step out. He placed a sweet kiss on your cheek before he leaned into the car unhooking the baby carrier from the base and lifting her out of the car. He moved slowly as if she was going to break. “She’s a baby, Niall. Not a bomb.” You giggled as you grabbed your bag and the diaper bag from the car before shutting the door and followed your husband into the house. 

You followed him into the kitchen where he sat the carrier down on the counter before he stretched a yawned. You smiled at him, he did so well over the last few days even though he was just a scared as you were. Niall never left your side, always holding your hand and kissing your forehead, he even let you all but crush his hand when you were in the peak of labor. His hair was a mess, and facial hair was well over grown from not shaving for three days. 

“Hey Ni?” You said coming up behind him and rapping your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder and looked at your sleeping baby. 

“Yes petal?” He smiled grabbing the baby’s small pudgy hand. 

“Would you mind if i got in the shower? I feel is bit gross from being in the hospital.” 

You could feel him tense a bit, “uh, i- uh.” He tried to come up with an excuse, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to spend time with his new little girl and he knew that you taking a shower would make you feel better, he was just worried. Worried that he’d do something wrong. 

“Ni, baby, you’ll be fine.” 

“What if i don’t hold her right or what if i hurt her somehow.” 

You smiled at him and kissed his stubbly cheek, “Here ill show you.” You said unbuckling the small infant from the carrier. Small hands grasped at the air and a whine was heard from behind the pink pacifier. You cradled her to her chest and kissed her head. 

“Okay Niall, all you need to remember is to always support her head.” He nodded and wiped his nervous hands on his jeans before you gently placed the baby in his arms. She started to whine. 

“See, (Y/N). I did something, i hurt her.” He said wanting to hand her back. 

“Babe, calm down. You didn’t do anything. We woke her up with all the moving. And you’re holding her too far away from you.” You gently spoke moving his arms so that she was now cradled close against his chest. Maribel quieted down and snuggled into her fathers warm chest. 

“If she gets fussy again just bouncer her or talk to her. And if that doesn’t work she might be hungry, put the bottle in the bottle warmer for about 4 minutes.” You told him before laying a kiss on his chapped lips before walking away leaving him standing in the middle of the kitchen. 

Niall sucked in a shaky breath before looking down at the baby. “Okay, we’re gonna be okay. Momma is just gonna take a shower and daddy n’ you are just going to chill and get ta know each other.” He took the soft pink blanket his mom bought as a baby shower gift and walked to the living room and sat down on the couch, and made sure to keep the baby pressed to his chest. 

He was still nervous, his heart stopped every time she moved or made a small noise. “Your mom and i are so happy you’re finally here Maribel. Daddy is so scared that he’s gonna mess up somehow, I just want to make sure everything is absolutely perfect for you.” He smiled as he watched her dummy bob in between her little lips, her cheeks a light shade of pink and her tiny hands were balled up into little fists. 

A sigh left Niall’s lips as he tilted his head back so it rested on the back of the couch. The home was silent, the only noise was the faint noise of the shower and the suckling noises Maribel was making. His eyes started to close, but were soon shot open when the baby made a sharp cry. Niall’s heart started to race thinking about all the things you told him to do if she woke up. 

The little girl started to cry making her father panic slightly scared he had somehow hurt her. “Okay, shh. It’s okay. Please dont cry little love.” He said starting to gently pat her bum, something he saw you do before. 

Her face grew red as she got herself more worked up, “Uh, are you hungry?” He asked as if she could answer back. Niall stood from the sofa being mindful of the small infant. Walking to the kitchen he got a bottle out of the diaper bag and sat it in the bottle warmer that was already set up. He amazed himself that he was able to do this with all one hand. The baby continued to cry, the timer finally rang but it still took way too long in Niall’s opion. He took the bottle out off the warmer and tested it to make sure it wasn’t too hot. Deciding it was okay he slipped the dummy from the little girl’s mouth and replaced it with the teat of the bottle. 

He sang quietly while swaying back and forth as his daughter drank her milk and started to calm down. A since of pride rushed through Niall as Maribel looked up a him with big bright blue eyes. 

“Ni?!” You called through the house as you searched for your husband and daughter. You cute your shower short after hearing your baby’s cries. You soon found them in the kitchen, Niall looking down at the girl as he fed her her bottle.  

“See, you’re a natural. I knew you’d be fine.” You said walking over to your tiny family. 

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once again, a really sucky ending but oh well. Hope you liked it and requests are open.