I have to mess with the timeline again but I need
another Christmas in here before Maggie dies so I’m putting one in and shifting
the rest of the timeline … sue me … 8^)
Maggie had lay down the law with his previous year’s
Christmas gift. It was a smartphone, a simple one, one without a camera on it,
one attached to her cell plan, one that she insisted he keep on now because she
was getting old and if she fell, he would be the first one she’d call and he
needed to be reachable at all times.
He tried to argue but she shut him down,
good-naturedly and with mother’s love abounding but still, she told him to be
quiet and do as he was told. He’d fought her but she was more stubborn than her
daughter had ever been and much scarier so he relented, taking her at her word
that she’d be calling him at random times just to check that it was on.
It didn’t annoy him.
It made his heart beat a little faster, however, at
the prospect of something on in his house at all times that wasn’t ‘firewall-paranoid-Frohike
would be proud, technologically protected from everyone in the world who was
not him or Scully or Maggie’. He did, once he got home, stare at it for a long
while, power it down, felt the crushing guilt of having turned it off, turned
it back on, plugged it in in his office, shut the door, went to bed, returned
five minutes later to retrieve it because he had sudden visions of Maggie
falling down the stairs, Maggie burning the house down, Maggie getting in an
accident, Maggie showing up to read him the riot act for having turned it off
in the first place.
It took until the next morning for him to use it to
call her with one simple response to the whole situation, “why wouldn’t you
just call Scully? She’s closer and can sign forms and stuff and won’t need to
wait for a cab to get to you.”
Maggie honestly had no idea it would take him this
long to figure that out and she laughed, “just leave it on, Fox, for me.”
Now he called her like a normal human being, she
called him and somehow, Scully began calling him … not often but at least once
or twice a week, sometimes just to see if she had any mail there or if he was
doing okay or if he needed anything …
Scully’s standard mode of caring when she wasn’t
sure if she could handle admitting she cared.
He accepted the erratic thud of his heart when he
saw her name flash on the caller ID and the second thud as he hit the accept
button. It returned to its normal beat two minutes later when she deemed the
conversation over, having satisfied some nameless need buried deep inside for
another few days.
He accepted this, too.
They hadn’t eaten a meal together in nearly two
years but Maggie had called about a dripping pipe and Mulder had come, even
though it was a Wednesday and Scully had dropped by unannounced because it was
Wednesday and not Tuesday and the moment she saw him, soaking shirt with a
wrench in his hand and he saw her in a messy ponytail, keys dangling from the
Apollo keychain held precariously in her teeth while she tried not to drop her
purse and what looked like Maggie’s mail, her mother/his adopted mother felt a
spark in the air, a flutter in the ozone, a blip on the radar and breathed a
sigh of relief because, regardless of what may have happened between them in
the last 24 months, the magic was still there, sleeping but stirring awake once
again and palpable in her freezing living room.
“Dear, would you shut the door, please? Fox is going
to freeze solid and I don’t think he’ll enjoy that.”
Scully quickly gathered her senses, dropping keys
and mail, shutting door, opening door again to retrieve dropped keys before
finally standing up, blowing stray hair from her eyes with a sudden puff
upwards, “sorry. I just … wasn’t … sorry.”
Maggie nearly giggled but managed to contain her glee
at her two people finally in a room once again, “it’s fine. Come on in. We were
just about to have some dinner. Fox came over to fix a pipe that was dripping.”
Twisting her hands gently, “old things don’t grip quite as well as they used
Mulder scrambled out of the way, “yeah, sorry. Come
on in. I’ll head out in a minute, just need to find a dry shirt.”
“Fox, I promised you dinner and you are staying.
I’ve made your favorite so you don’t have much of a choice in the matter.”
Shrugging but smiling, he looked at Scully, “she
really enjoys ordering me around.”
Returning the smile before quickly looking away,
“she does it out of love.”
“She must adore me something fierce then.”
Tentatively touching his arm as she passed, “she
Dinner itself wasn’t as awkward as it could have
been but there were definitely moments, moments of dead air that pressed down,
compressing the spine and shoulders, back hunching involuntarily under the
weight of the silence. Scully excused herself to the bathroom in one moment …
Mulder to blow his nose in another … both stood in unison for the third to bolt
then both smiled shyly for a moment before turning their looks to a Maggie
simply shaking her head, “we need some dessert and music. Dana, go find a
decent station on the radio for me, please.”
All in all, it was a happy night, all three parties
going to bed at ease with the world.
Maggie had her normal, raucous Christmas with the
family, sans Charlie and Bill but with enough grandchildren and grand nieces
and nephews to fill her house to cacophonous capacity. She had invited Mulder
but he was nowhere near ready for that and politely declined, telling Maggie
he’d be around on the 27th with her gift and to help her clean
behind the oven and refrigerator. Instead, he settled with an orange cat on his
lap, a bag of Cheezits so if some got on the animal, he’d never know and six
bottles of ice tea and root beer.
Nearly asleep, with the cat ninja-like attempting to
steal snacks from the open box, he startled awake at the sound of a quiet knock
on the front door. Jerking upwards, the cat, the crackers and two empties
clattered to the floor, the yowling cat jumping immediately to the coffee table
to give Mulder a piece of her mind at the disturbance.
He ignored the cat, optioning to panic at the
midnight rapping at his entryway. Peering cautiously through the front curtain,
he saw Scully’s car and pulled the door open immediately, “what’s wrong? What
happened? Is Maggie okay?”
His intruding presence, inches from her, panic look
on his face made her smile, arms automatically going to his chest, pushing him
back slightly into the house and out of the freezing wind, “we’re all fine,
Mulder, I promise.”
Next he pulled her further in, shutting the door, softest
touch of coiled steel to her forearms, “are you sure?”
“Yes, honest, I swear to you. She’s fine. I’m fine.
Everyone’s fine. I left there about a half-hour ago and everybody was just
going to bed.” Still bundled in her coat and knit rainbow stocking cap with the
tassles on top, her pink cheeks peeking through her matching rainbow scarf, “I
just wanted to come wish you a Merry Christmas.”
Studying her for another second, he deemed her
honest and let out a sigh, “you scared me.”
“I’m sorry. Truly. I didn’t think. I should have
called to warn you.” He saw the doubt at her side excursion creeping into her
eyes, which began darting around the room, then angling towards her escape, “I
can go though. Sorry … sorry again.”
Finally smiling in her direction, “get in here. I
need help drinking my root beer.”
Raised eyebrow met crinkling forehead, “root beer?”
“No liquor for me anymore. Interferes with the
meds.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, he nodded over his shoulder, “me and
Flab share us some of that fine New England root beer every so often. Keeps us
Hearing her name, the cat jumped from table to couch
to end table to chair back to Mulder shoulder in silence, perching as if she
were queen of the kingdom and Mulder was her throne. Scully laughed, “Flab?”
He scratched the cat’s chin, “Flab.” Finally
remembering the rest of his manners, “shit, sorry. Would you like to stay?”
Great debates raced through her mind, even as she
was shrugging out of her coat, stuffing scarf and hat into her sleeve, “for a
Twenty minutes later, they were settled on the
couch, Scully on one end, Mulder on the other, Flab stretched to maximum
capacity in the middle, head pressed against his thigh and feet pushed against
hers. The TV was on but mute and making the darkened room glow blue, “so, don’t
hit me for this but I can’t ask your mom and I’ve been wondering for awhile now
… what the hell happened with Charlie?”
Scully could only shrug, picking at the label of the
bottle in her hand, “nobody really knows. Mom won’t tell me, Bill talks to him
occasionally and can’t get anything out of him, Sarah, while she loves us and
is around all the time, we’ve stopped asking because it just makes her cry and
that bothers the kids and so … we just … ignore it, I guess. The kids bring him
up sometimes and we all are fine with that but usually it’s just to say what
they used to do with him or something he would have liked.” Turning her head
and resting it on the couch, “I hate to say it but it’s like he’s died and
we’ve moved on but he’s still alive and we don’t know how to move on.”
Moving his hand to touch her automatically, he
discovered his reality a moment too late and instead of hanging there like an
idiot, he nonchalantly dropped his hand to pet Flab instead.
Scully was not an idiot and knew what his hand
movement had been about though she couldn’t fault him since her body
anticipated the touch, craved it and standing up, she turned, then sat on the
table, knees touching his, bottle still in hand, although not for long. Setting
it down beside her, she let her fingers float over his denim, loose fitting
cotton over hard thigh. She didn’t move any further up than just past his knee
but it felt warm and comfortable and right.
“Nothing’s going to happen, Mulder. I know it can’t
but I haven’t touched you in centuries.”
His hand drifted to cover hers, digits between
digits slipping in divots and dips. Fingerprints circle knuckles, palms against
backs as his thumbs finally settle softly against wrists, “I miss you everyday,
Scully. Every hour, every minute, every second, every millisecond and whatever
the hell comes after that.”
She couldn’t begin to echo the sentiment, even come
close to how much she missed him. Needing to break eye contact with him before
she came apart completely, she looked around the room, letting the emotions
settle, “not decorating this year, I take it?”
Beginning small circles on the softest skin known to
man, he felt the delicate tendons under her skin, the underside of her wrist
his sole dream in that moment, “I haven’t decorated since you left. I didn’t
see any point to it. Have you decorated?”
Truth bubbled up, threatened to pour forth in a
torrent of painful, hurtful words but a quick intake of air shored up the dam,
“no. Haven’t been in a Christmas mood the last few years. I do well at Mom’s
but I go home and I don’t want that there.”
“You don’t want what there?”
Shit, she couldn’t stop it now, “I don’t want that
sense of permanence, the notion that I’m going to be there long enough to have
to go out and get more decorations, pack things up and put them within easy
reach for the next year. I’m not ready for that. I want a place that is mine
but I’m not ready to call it my home yet. Decorations are for a home, Mulder,
not a stale apartment in the city.” Tears pricked her eyes but always the
expert at pushing through them, she blinked rapidly, although not fast enough
to hide them completely, “I will someday but not yet.”
Checking the clock and seeing they still had about a
half-hour, he squeezed her wrists lightly, “what do you think about decorating
now? We could put up all our regular stuff and make this place look like it
Suddenly, she missed him so much her chest ached, a
stabbing pain across her breastbone reminding her she did indeed have a heart,
still broken but very much there. Fighting the logic racing through her brain,
she nodded, “I’d like that.”
Slipping into old habits instinctively, Scully set
up the tree while Mulder hung stockings and garland. Both quietly placed
ornaments until Scully came across the one her mother had made him. With a
smile, “I knew she made you one, too! She didn’t answer me when I asked but she
had that ‘I’ve got a secret’ look on her face.”
“What color is yours?”
“Red, white lettering.”
He scooted just a little closer, brushing shoulders
with her, “you should have bought yours with you. We could have added it to the
“Maybe next time I come by.”
Mulder wanted to smile at the prospect of her coming
by again but he couldn’t look forward to it, knowing disappointment would set
him on edge so he chose to continue staring at the tree, feeling her warmth,
her energy, the life he had once and would give almost anything to have again.
Scully felt it, too and nudging his hand with hers,
no commitment, no expectation, just touch, “you got any hot chocolate around
“I think I got some on my last shopping trip. Flab
likes to drink it with me on our Saturday dates.”
Following him to the kitchen, “you have a standing
date with your cat on Saturday nights?”
He knew she wasn’t judging so he told her over his
shoulder as he rummaged through cupboards, “yeah. We have tuna salad, carrots,
biscuits and hot chocolate or steak, baked potatoes, spinach and hot chocolate.
We eat on the couch and she gets to share and then she gets to lick my mug when
I’m finished. After that comes brushing and then she falls asleep while I watch
Deciding the past wasn’t as forbidden as she thought
it was when she knocked on the door, “that sounds surprisingly like our Saturday
date nights used to be as well.”
With a glance at her hair, “speaking of brushing,
what happened to your hair? I mean, it looks good but it’s not the right color
suddenly. I noticed earlier but forgot to ask.”
Self-consciously touching the strands against her
shoulder, “yeah, so I was at the hospital and Methylene blue sprayed on me and
dyed my hair a lovely shade of splatter-pattern Cobalt and it wouldn’t wash out
so I had to bleach my whole head and then the woman who went to dye it back to
my regular color did something and it came out like this. It’s paler than it
used to be but I’m getting used to it.”
Reaching out to feel it, “are we mentioning the
With a smile, she batted his hand away, “we are not
and I was also informed that if I try to color it again in the next six months,
it’ll all fall out of my head so I’m living uncomfortably with it until further
“Good to know.” As he pulled the hot mugs from the
microwave, he handed her one, “I’m liking it, if that’s any consolation but I gotta
say, I would have liked to have seen you as a blonde again. It’s been awhile.”
“Well, next time someone tries to turn me into a
Smurf and I have to bleach, I’ll be sure to call you.”
Grinning, he nodded, “I’ll be waiting.”
Mugs in hand, they headed back to the couch, where
they proceeded to sit until well after 3am, when half-asleep on his end of the
couch, he suddenly remembered, “shit! Aren’t you due back at Maggie’s in two
Scully, more than half asleep on the other end,
grunted quietly, “then I’ve got an hour and a half to sleep. Be quiet.”
Flab, happy to snuggle on the lap of the strange
lady invading her home for the evening, stretched, kneaded, wiggled and purred
her way to sleep, notifying the stranger, in no uncertain terms, she wasn’t
going anywhere anytime soon.
“I don’t think the cat was going to let you leave
“My kind of cat. G’night, Mulder.”
Baffled as to how she got out of the house without disturbing
him, he awoke to Flab on his lap, the Christmas tree lights still on and a new
ornament on the tree.
Well, new to the tree but matching the one Maggie
gave him the previous year. She’d smuggled hers over, sneaking it onto the tree
before disappearing to her Christmas morning chaos. Picking up his puddle of
cat, he held her, showing her Scully’s ornament, “that’s your mom’s. She’ll be
back someday I hope but for now, I think we should decide to have truly enjoyed
last night then move on to breakfast. What do you say … eggs? Pancakes? Tuna?”
The cat simply purred, licking his hand for a moment
before going back to sleep.
He kissed the top of her head, “Merry Christmas,
Request: Could you write a Taehyung x Reader where Jungkook is flirting with you and Tae gets protective and stuff. But you weren’t dating and he eventually had to tell you why he was jealous. (Mostly Fluff and Angst, maybe a Smut if you feel like it.)
Taehyung x Reader
He just sat there glaring; the anger and jealousy was clearly seen on his face. All of Bangtan were in the practice room, but for some reason, Jungkook had all of your attention. What started off as a pleasant surprise, quickly turned into bitter annoyance for Taehyung.
Everyone was scattered around in the practice room. Jin was standing next to the stereo, his phone was plugged into it as he played some music. Yoongi was sitting on the couch, directly in front of the mirror, slowly drifting off to sleep as he rested his head on the armrest. Hoseok had his phone in his hand, earphones in his ears as he playfully danced around in the center of the practice room. Namjoon sat in the left hand corner of the practice room, nodding to himself as he wrote down a few bars for a new song he was writing on his phone. Jimin was laughing as he recorded Hoseok dancing around like a fool. Taehyung was sitting next to Yoongi on the couch, his legs crossed as he bit the nail of his right thumb while you and Jungkook sat side by side, your backs leaning against the mirror. Jungkook was holding out his phone in front of the two of you and Taehyung assumed that the two were on snapchat, due to the fact that he heard Jungkook call you adorable with the dog filter. Taehyung watched as the two laughed together after Jungkook gave you a kiss on the cheek. Though he didn’t want to watch, Taehyung couldn’t bring himself to look away. He felt that if he looked away for just a second, he would lose sight of you forever.
“Jungkook!” you shouted as you leaned away from Jungkook, the latter had his teeth attached to your cheek. You had deleted the snapchat video Jungkook recorded and as a punishment, Jungkook started to bite your cheek.
“Apologize.” Jungkook said through his teeth as he tried not to smile.
“Alright I’m sorry!” You laughed. Finally getting what he wanted, Jungkook stopped with his biting.
“We’re going to try this again. If you delete this video I’m beating you up.” Said Jungkook.
“We all know you can’t beat me up.” You turned to look at him and gave him a heartfelt smile. Jungkook turned to face you and tried to keep a straight face, but your smile was contagious.
Taehyung saw how close your faces were to one another and that alone was enough to make him lose his cool. Taehyung was angry; angry at Jungkook and at you. He was angry and disgusted. The fact that Jungkook shamelessly flirted with you left a sour taste in his mouth. He bit his bottom lip as he desperately tried to stop himself from catching an attitude with the duo. But with their laughing, it was difficult to not say anything.
“Out of all the members of BangTan, (Y/N) loves me the most.”
Hearing those words leave Jungkook’s mouth as they recorded a snapchat video was the last straw. Taehyung glared at Jungkook before clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention.
“Can you two stop? It’s disgusting.” He spat. At that, everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Taehyung.
“Who are you talking to?” Asked Namjoon as he locked his phone and looked up at Taehyung.
“Jungkook and (Y/N).” He said nonchalantly.
“If you have a problem then leave.” You said. For awhile now, you knew that something was eating at Taehyung, but decided to not say anything until he calmed himself down. But since Taehyung had an attitude, you weren’t bothering with him.
“This is our practice room, you’re the one who don’t belong here. So you leave.” Taehyung shot back. At that, Yoongi sat up and slapped Taehyung on the arm as he looked at him in annoyance.
“The hell is your problem?” Is what he asked. Taehyung simply ignored him.
“Leave.” He was now looking at you and you alone.
“I’m going to act like you never said anything.” You said to Taehyung as you looked at him up and down.
“Then I’ll leave.” Without saying anything else, Taehyung stood up and stormed out of the practice room.
You all watched in bewilderment as he left the room. None of you knew what was the cause of his attitude towards you and Jungkook, but you were going to find out one way or another.
“Alright… Since he wants to play, I’ll play. I’ll be back.” And with that, you stood up and went after Taehyung.
“Tae!” The said male ignored your calls as he contact his way down the hall.
“Tae!” Even though you shouted a little louder, he still ignored you.
“Taehyung!” Now you were getting annoyed.
“Taehyung stop playing games with me! Seriously!” The anger in your voice was as clear as day.
It must’ve been the tone of your voice that caused him to stop in his tracks. After hearing what you said, he ceased all movements. He didn’t even turn to look at you when you approached him from behind.
“Why do I have to talk to you like a little kid for you to listen to me? What’s with your attitude?”
Taehyung turned around ever so slowly; his bottom lip was caught in between his teeth as he looked at you with absolutely no emotion.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“You left Jungkook to ask me that? I’m surprised you noticed.” Taehyung said sarcastically.
“Is your problem between me and you or you and Jungkook?”
Taehyung licked his bottom lip as he turned his back to you. “You two should figure that out.” And with that, be began to walk away.
“Boy don’t walk away from me. Who is your problem with?!” You could feel the anger boiling within you. Taehyung must’ve felt it too because he immediately stopped yet again.
“Tell Jungkook to stop flirting with you.” Taehyung spoke in a low voice.
“Turn around and speak up.” You demanded.
Taehyung did as he was told and turned around. Instead of glaring, Taehyung had a look of desperation on his face.
“Do you really like Jungkook more than me?”
“Where is this coming from?” You walked closer and placed a hand in his.
“Do you really like Jungkook more than me?”
You never seen Taehyung look so helpless before. It looked as if he was going to cry at any moment. You could hear his need of comfort through the words that left his mouth.
“Tae… I don’t like him more than you or anyone else.” You rubbed a circle on the back of his hand to calm him down.
“Why did you let him flirt with you?”
It finally clicked.
“You were jealous… Tae…”
“I like you, and I didn’t like how he was flirting with you.”
“We’re not in a relationship Tae. You can’t act that way towards the guys I interact with, that’s not fair to me.”
“Then show me attention too.”
“I can do that.” You say with a slight chuckle.
You and Taehyung looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before he leaned forward and attempted to kiss you. Taking a few steps back, you placed your hands on his chest to push him back. Taehyung looked at you in confusion as you shook your head and crossed your arms over your chest.
“Um… Excuse me mister… You’re not kissing me. Not before you and I go on a date Saturday night. If the date goes well, I’ll give you all the kisses you want.”
Taehyung’s entire face went red as he smiled happily at you. Quickly nodding his head, he covered his face with his hands to hide himself.
Ransom and Holster go see Power Rangers together and relaize half way through the movie they are actually on a date. With their best bro.
“I can’t believe there is an actual Power Rangers movie, bro! And we’re seeing it! I feel like a kid again.”
Ransom led Holster down the row, wanting the perfect seat to watch the movie. When he found what felt was the ideal middle spot, he sat and pulled a still talking Holster down into the seat next to him.
“Who’d you always want to be? I always said red, but I think I liked blue better.”
Stealing a handful of popcorn, Ransom grinned. “Green was definitely the best, bro. He had all the moves.”
“You mean like these?” Holster started karate chopping the air and when he went for the high kick, Ransom watched their bucket of popcorn sail through the air and land on its side in the row ahead.
Thankfully, the theater was still pretty empty and seeing Holster’s forlorn face at the loss of their popcorn had Ransom unable to control his laughter.
“Bro! Our popcorn!”
“I know, Holtzy. Good thing we got the big one. Free refill! I’ll save our seats, you go replace our popcorn.”
Ransom shook his head and pointed to the door. “Nope. You karate kicked it to the floor, you get the refill.”
Holster opened his mouth to argue, but Ransom just raised an eyebrow and continued to point to the door.
When his best friend hopped over the row of seats below them to grab the bucket, Ransom thought nothing of the fact that he watched the way Holster easily leapt the seats and scooped up the bucket before turning on his heel and walking toward the door. Holster was a good looking guy and Ransom wasn’t blind. And he knew they’d both checked each other out on occasion.
While he waited for Holster to get back, Rans leaned back in his seat and watched as the theater began to fill up. It was a Saturday night, which meant date night. Ransom watched a few friend groups come in and try and find seats, laughing to himself as each group argued over where there were enough seats and where the best spots were. Most of the people coming in, though, were definitely on dates. Rans watched them filter in, giggling with each other and holding hands and staying close.
As more couples came in, Ransom tried to see if he could figure out who of them were on their first date and who were long time couples. He had been enjoying himself for a few minutes, and trying not to wonder what was taking Holster so long, when a voice startled him.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
Looking up, Ransom found a girl pointing to Holster’s seat. “Yeah, sorry. I’m saving it for someone.”
The girl smiled. “No problem. It’s good you and your date thought ahead. Wish mine had. Have a nice night!”
Before Ransom could correct her, the girl walked off and Ransom was left alone with his thoughts. His mind wandered through all the times he or Holster had bought each other dinner, or taken the other out for a movie or something fun. It had always just felt so comfortable with Holster. The easy teasing and laughter and some of their deeper, more serious conversations had happened on those nights. Was this a date?
Ransom scoffed. Of course it wasn’t. He and Holtzy were just bros, nothing else. As that thought went through his head, he suddenly felt sad. He wasn’t sure why that made him sad. He loved being bros with Holster. Holster was…well, he was Ransom’s person.
Leaning his head back against his seat, it hit Ransom, that yes, he and Holster were essentially a couple. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong, bro?” Ransom jumped as Holster took his seat and handed over the popcorn. “Come on, Ransy-poo, I even over buttered the popcorn just how you like. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Ransom was silent as the lights started to dim. He had planned on assuring Holster that he was fine and that they should just watch the movie, but as the first preview began, he blurted out. “Is this a date?”
Holster started to choke on his popcorn and Ransom started to panic. “Never mind, just forget it, bro. Sorry. Can we just forget I said anything? Please just tell me I’m an idiot and-”
Catching his breath, Holster shut Ransom up by grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together. “This is definitely a date.”
Ransom had heard the slight catch in Holster’s voice and felt a little better knowing he wasn’t the only one who was nervous. He looked at their hands and smiled before giving a slight squeeze. “Good. I’m glad. A real date. Great.”
Holster rolled his eyes and rearranged the popcorn so he could lean over and kiss Rans’s cheek. “So great.” Ransom opened his mouth to say something, but Holster shushed him. “Movie’s starting. We don’t want to miss any of the morphing goodness.”
~~2 Hours Later~~
Bro! That was totally ‘swawesome!”
Ransom walked out to the car, hand still in Holster’s smiling as he listened his best friend extol the virtues of the movie.
At the car door, he reluctantly let go of Holster’s hand and turned to face him. “What was ‘swawesome was that you thought the classic ‘yawn and arm over’ move would work.”
Holster leaned in close, forcing Ransom’s back to the car. “Worked on you, didn’t it?”
“Only because I was tired of you looking at me with those big puppy eyes.”
Holster barked out a laugh and started to back away. “And to think I was gonna give you one kiss here and one back at the Ha-”
Ransom grabbed his best friend by the collar and quieted him with a kiss. Holster was frozen for about two seconds before kissing back and pushing Ransom up against his car. They were both content to stand there and continue kissing until the sound of a horn startled them and reminded them both, that they were in the movie theater parking lot.
Sliding into the driver’s side, Ransom waited for Holster to get in and started the car.
Holster reached over and rested his hand on Ransom’s thigh. “Next date, we’re making out in the actual theater.”
You and Yongguk were having a casual Saturday night date. You went out for dinner and now you were at home curled up together on the couch and watching old classical movies. You were on your third movie ‘All About Eve’ when your eyes started to get droopy. Your head was placed on a pillow on Yongguk’s lap and he was gently kneading his fingers on your scalp.
Soon enough you were out like a light. Yongguk continued to watch the movie but went to ask you a question about one of the scenes and smiled when he seen you asleep mouth wide open. He shifted to laying down on the couch and brought you into his embrace before falling asleep with you.
“Goodnight baby girl”
Himchan had returned from dance practice not to long ago to find you already in bed scrolling through your phone. He showered and joined you in bed to which you automatically curled into his side and went back to your phone. He flipped on the TV to some drama and fully immersed himself in it while he rested his head on your back and the other behind his head.
A few minutes later he heard a snore come from his chest and looked down to see your phone still lit up flat on your face and your hand resting on his chest. He chuckled and removed the phone from your face, switched off the TV and turned the lamp off before joining you in slumber.
“You’re so silly jagi”
Daehyun stepped out of the bathroom rubbing his wet hair with a towel. Your face was planted in the pillow and you were singing loudly into the pillow. Daehyun chuckled and threw the towel on the top of the dresser, he sighed knowing what the singing meant. He climbed into the bed and you immediately dug your face into his neck and inhaled his scent. He began to softly sing to you and eventually you were out like a light. D
Daehyun turned off the light and buried you and himself in the blankets and wrapped his arms around you before turning his attention to his phone.
“I love you jagiya
Everyone knew youngjae was a competitive person. So when you guys had settled down to play mariokart and he lost all hell had broke loose. He wanted rematch after rematch since he kept losing and he began to think you were cheating. While you guys were in between a rematch he noticed the once the countdown said go your character did not move.
He turned his head and seen you asleep on his shoulder, controller hanging limply in your hands. He sighed with a tsk and then laughed. He picked you up and carried you to your guys room placing you in the bed and joining you himself.
“I’ll get my rematch baby girl”
Jongup was practicing the new dance for the title song of their upcoming comeback. You however were not apart of BAP, so you were laid out on the wooden dance room floor with Jongup’s duffel bag being used as your pillow. You had fallen asleep a few hours after you told Jongup you would leave when he does, so here you two were.
The song came to an end and Jongup turned away from the mirrors to get water from his bag and seen you sleeping peacefully on it, your face bunched up in a cute manner. He laughed and brought his hands to his cheeks before picking you up out of the uncomfortable position and placed you on the couch.
“Why didn’t you move to the couch babe?”
Zelo and you had decided to go to the beach to learn to surf. Well today was not one of your days and you learned that you were not a balanced person at all. You had fell off your board many times before you decided to give up and wait on the sand. You watched your boyfriend move across the waves like he was a professional and before you knew it you had fallen asleep in the shade of a palm tree.
Zelo exited the water upon seeing you asleep and shook his head at your lack of protection for yourself. He woke you up and made you slip your shorts back on and he let you climb onto his back. You fell back asleep on the journey back to your house but Zelo didn’t mind this time.
Here it is, 4.6k words of angst! And I’m dead tired! This was so difficult to write because, well, the request was very unspecific and I had a clear goal in mind and ended up going too far! But it’s okay, I think! I hope! Anyway, this is Shinsou angst for a good friend and all of you lovely readers~
Saturday night is date night, since it’s the only day you and
Shinsou don’t work.
Being a pro hero is hard, but it’s a job you know Shinsou worked
very hard to get. You didn’t want to be a hero, but you supported his dreams
completely and got a job that would allow you to stay up to date with the
things he does. You work as an editor and second designer in one of the more
famous hero magazines, and it’s a lot of work to read and criticise article
after article, and make changes to the magazine’s design to match the flow of
the stories. It leaves you with very little time to spend away from a keyboard,
so you’re often working from home.
Shinsou, on the other hand, is barely home. Sometimes it is
lonely, but you’re comforted immediately after you change into one of his baggy
jumpers or the much larger sweatpants he wore to bed the night before. Even
after washing them, his clothes always smell distinctly like him – although of
Your friends from high school sometimes express how rare it is for
two people with such hectic occupations to still be together. They’d tease and
giggle about how cute it is that Shinsou and yourself are still like a new
couple, when the reality is that you started dating 4 years ago.
Even before you started dating, you and Shinsou were casual,
comfortable friends. It was really just a last minute mutual decision to start
introducing yourselves as a couple to people who asked. You’d spent so much
time together in the general education class during your first year that it was
considered, as Monoma from Class B had called it, “a cold day in hell” whenever
you were not seen together.
In recent days, you’re not see together unless you’re both
sleeping (Shinsou is usually only sleeping for two hours at most before he’s up
again, moving around the room as quietly as he can as he get’s ready for
another day at 4 in the morning), or it’s a Saturday.
This time, it’s Saturday, and you’d both come to the agreement
that date night wouldn’t be anything too big or special this week. A movie,
some real food (“I can’t believe all you’re eating is delivery food and cup
ramen every day.”, “Well I can’t believe you’re not eating anything at all on
most days. What? Don’t give me that look; you think I don’t see your cheek bones
almost protruding out of your skin?”), and lots of cuddles. Shinsou was not
going to let you get up to pee without holding onto any part of you within
reach for as long as he could.
Unfortunately, it was more like you’d have to cling onto him until
you physically couldn’t anymore, and that was when he was standing at the front
door dressed head to toe in his hero gear.
Minseok (Xiumin) —You and your boyfriend, Minseok, originally planned on going out for dinner to celebrate your 1 Year Anniversary, but was later ruined when rain started to fall from the sky. So the both of you decided to have a movie date night instead. With Netflix, a projector (that Xiumin borrowed from a friend), and a bowl of popcorn, everything was fixed and ready.
You both laid down on your shared bed, the room was dark, the projector being the only source of light. You snuggled against Xiumin’s chest while waiting for the movie to start. His scent of Calvin Klein filled your nose, making your eyes flutter at the familiar scent that you loved.
You’d trade anything in the world just to pause this moment. The sound of the rain, the warmth of his skin, and the beating of his heart.
Junmyeon (Suho) —You didn’t know how or when it started, but you found yourself watching a documentary about a mythical creature together with your boyfriend. You laid on the other side of the couch, your feet resting on Junmyeon’s lap. It was getting late, 12:48am to be exact, and you started to feel tired. Crawling next to your boyfriend, you were about to invite him to bed only to notice he was already fast asleep.
How could you be so lucky. The boy who is loved by millions of girls around the world is right here sitting in front of you, with his heart in your hands. You took the time to examine his features, from the arch of his eyebrows to the tip of his nose and the pout on his soft lips. He was so beautiful.
Smiling to yourself, you wrapped your arms around his waist, positioning yourself next to him. Leaving a soft peck on his cheek, you rested your head on his chest before falling asleep. “Good night, Junmyeon.”
—Maybe you should have insisted on watching a chick flick instead of horror. Because if you did, you wouldn’t be squishing yourself to Yixing’s side, desperately trying to hide your face from the TV screen. It was Date Night Saturday (something the two of you created) and you chose to watch a movie.
Yixing firmly sat on the couch, continuing to watch the movie without flinching, even during jump scares. You felt slightly embarrassed on how you were acting up, being a small girl trying to hide yourself in your boyfriends embrace.
Your boyfriend didn’t mind though. He loved knowing he was your source of protection, the one you cling on whenever you get scared. The movie was actually terrifying, but just to keep you cuddled up against him, he didn’t let his emotions show. He’d let you know he’ll always protect you no matter what happens.
—Besides the presence of you and Baekhyun, the cinema was practically empty. It was late at night and this was the last showing for the day, so the lack of people didn’t surprise you.
The room was huge, and very cold. You were shivering in your seat, your skinny jeans and hoodie not giving you enough justice. Of course, your boyfriend would notice once your fingers start to feel like ice.
He’ll lift the arm rest up, pulling you in his embrace. Your hands will feel warm instantly as Baekhyun rested it inside the pocket of your hoodie together with his own. Feeling warmer, the two of you continue to finish the movie.
—The movie was boring. You were more of an Action Movie type of girl, but Jongdae wanted to rewatch The Notebook. The Notebook was a great movie, you’ll admit, but rewatching it again for the 10th time takes the excitement away.
So rather than watching the movie, you were staring at your boyfriend. You leaned against him, inching closer to his face. He’ll notice your sudden closeness, eyeing you in confusion. Without giving him an answer, you’ll just snuggle closer while giving him a sly smile. Kissing the top of your head, Jongdae will encircle his arms around your waist.
He won’t stop watching the movie, however. So you spent the whole 2 hours staring lovingly at your boyfriend. You were nervous if he can feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest.
—You weren’t even watching the movie that was playing on the TV screen. The voices served as a background while you and Chanyeol played rock, paper, scissors. No, this wasn’t just a playful game. Chanyeol left the popcorn in the kitchen, so instead of just going and picking it up, he was too lazy and challenged you in a childish game. Who ever loses will get up and bring the popcorn.
Except, your ‘first to reach 3 points’ turned into ‘one more round’ until the two of you were just sat there playing, ignoring the points you two had. You’d shout at Chanyeol from time to time when he makes up random hand gestures to beat your paper. He defended fire can burn paper.
“The popcorn is probably soggy now.” you were finally done playing after Chanyeol gave water bending to beat your scissors. “Aww don’t be upset you lose the game.“ he’ll tease, pulling your arm, soon having your back pressed against his chest. with his arms encircling you.
You didn’t lose, you were always the winner as long as Chanyeol loved you with all his heart.
—Kyungsoo was never the one to first initiate PDA. He’ll sometimes hold your hand under the table, but that’s it.
The boys invited the two of you for a movie night in their apartment. You enjoyed the other members’ presence so you happily accepted. Movies wasn’t your forte, but dog movies are your weakness. After a few minutes into the movie, the room became silent. The other members had fallen asleep except for you and Kyungsoo.
To your surprise, you felt a hand creeping to your sides. You looked down and saw Kyungsoo awkwardly positioning himself closer to you. You smiled at his attempt, snuggling closer to meet him halfway.
The night was filled with stolen kisses, mini tickle fights, and tummy rubs.
—Unlike Kyungsoo, Jongin couldn’t get his hands off of you. Even in public, when you go to the mall or buy coffee at Starbucks, his hands would always be on you. Imagine him having you all to himself as the two of you watch a movie in your living room couch.
His fingertips softly tracing your skin before lightly pinching it. The warmth of his hands sending butterflies to your stomach, his breath fanning against the back of your neck. You love his affection towards you. He was usually away, his busy schedule causing you to see him less and less.
But tonight, it was just the two of you. White Chicks playing, fingers intertwined, and you locked in his arms.
—The night was silent, a thick tension surrounding you and Sehun. You had a short argument while watching the movie, resulting to cold shoulders and blank stares.
You didn’t mean to bring it up, but Sehun’s health is just as important as his career. After telling him he shouldn’t push himself too much to the point he might break himself, he pressed you to stop worrying about him and just enjoy the movie he picked.
“I’m sorry“ just those two words broke the walls between you and Sehun.
The night suddenly turned soft, his arms around you with sugar lips pressed to your cheeks.