ugh time to go to sleep

Keith: Lance. Lance wake up

Lance: what time is it

Keith: Time is irrelevant. I didn’t want to wake pidge because she barely sleeps as it is but-

Lance: Keith

Keith: right okay so. Say they did actually land on the moon when they say they did. They didn’t but let’s say they did.

Lance: Keith this is-

Keith: What was the name of the man that supposedly walked on the moon for the first time in mankind history.

Lance: what? Neil Armstrong? Keith we were in a space exploration program you know this-

Keith: what’s the last initial of his name

Lance: Keith-

Keith: say it

Lance: uGH it’s ‘A’

Keith: ‘A’

Keith: Neil A.

Lance: yes it’s Neil A. Can I go back to sleep yet-

Keith: spell it backwards

Lance: why

Keith: Lance

Lance: A L I E N

Lance:

Lance: holy SHIT

Keith: I KNOW

anonymous asked:

how would saeyounf react if in his route he had to bring mc to his apartament and he's still trying to ouser her away so she spends the most of the time with vanderwood and he actually make her smile and they got really close to each other how would saeyoung feel?

Countdown to the Cake: 6


Microwave me

SevenxMC

Angst-ish?

Silence. It was so quiet that a needle hitting the floor would be heard and echoes down the hallway of Seven’s bunker-house.

He didn’t know how silent it was until he took his headphones off. How long has it been since the last time he heard your compliments about his decoration taste, your relieved and thankful tone telling him how happy you were he got you out of that apartment, your apologies for barging into his space like this, it’s just… you were worried about him not going to sleep or eating. Ugh… what was the time he heard your voice?

Why wasn’t him feeling any better? If he pushed you away, it would be better for both of you, but… it wasn’t helping him at all! He couldn’t stop wondering if you were comfortable in his place, if you had eaten, if you weren’t bored, if you… hated him for everything that happened to his brother and for putting you in so much danger… oh, why the simple thought of you hating him caused this much pain in his chest? Even though he knew deep inside that it should be the right feeling right now?

At the same time, why is it so…warm having you wandering around his place? Laying in his couch, taking showers in his bathroom, cooking with Vanderwood in the kitchen… wait, what? Is he seeing what he thinks he’s seeing through the cameras in his apartment? You and Vanderwood cooking? What is Vanderwood doing here, did he come back when he realized Seven was back as well? Why didn’t he say anything? Why didn’t he reprimand him for bringing a girl to his place where there’s so many secret information hanging around? Why is he… smiling?

Oh no… is Vanderwood trying to get your trust just so he can convince you that going away is the best option for you? Or worse… what if he holds you hostage in order to make Seven finish his work? That sneaking bastard! He’s paying for this if something bad ever happens to you, what the agency will do with him later doesn’t really matter anymore, he just needs to protect you, he did it from Saeran, he’ll do it again, that’s all he can do anyway… ugh… how come Seven took you to the safest place on Earth and yet you’re still in danger? He’s so useless…

Shit! Where did you two go? Oh no… he’s leading you to a trap in the garage, isn’t he? SHIT! Seven jumps out of his chair and goes after you, yep, you’re still in the garage, he knew attaching a little GPS device in your clothes was a good idea!

As Seven gets closer, he listens that very familiar threatening sound… THE TASER GUN! Shit! If Vanderwood is hurting you, he’s such a dead man! He bolts inside the garage.

“MC!” you and Vanderwood jump, looking at him. You’re… fine, you’re okay! Oh, thank God!

“Shit, Agent Seven, you scared us!”

“Are you okay? You look pale…” you turn your body towards him. “See? I told you he would look like this after not eating for so long…” you turn to Vanderwood, who nods. “Don’t you wanna sit, Seven? I don’t want you to pass out…” Ugh… why do you worry so much about him? He doesn’t deserve it!

“I’m… don’t be ridiculous, MC, I’m fine.” Did he just tell you not to be ridiculous? Asshole! “What are you doing here in the garage with… him?”

“Hum? Oh… Vanderwood is teaching me how to use a taser gun, see?” Vanderwood fidgets the device in his hand. “He told me I needed to learn how to defend myself after everything that has happened.” Wait? Did you really tell Vanderwood about the hacker being his lost sibling and about the bomb? What the fuck, MC?

“Everything that has happened…” Seven mutters to himself, getting ready to yell at you for sharing something he asked you to keep as a secret.

“Yes, she told me about you rescuing her from a stranger in the apartment.” Stranger? Oh… so you didn’t tell him… well, okay then…

“He was showing me how to use it and he promised to teach me some personal defense moves while the food is in the oven!”

“Which reminds me, time to take it out, MC. We still need to finish that sauce.”

“Yes, of course. Let’s go!”

You pass right beside Seven and smile, which makes him look away before he blushes, how can you smile in this situation? And why such a cute smile? Ugh…

“Hey! Have some manners and be nicer to your guest, she’s not the one to blame for your own mistakes, agent.” He whispers as he puts a hand on Seven’s shoulder, which might look like a friendly gesture if the grip wasn’t so tight and painful.

“Yes, maa’m. “ Seven rolls his eyes and walks back to his house. Well… at least you’re okay, after all.

“Now, MC, the secret to a good roast beef is to let it cook slowly at a low temperature, then sear it in a hot skillet.”

“Got it! Whoa… look at the little crust, it looks amazing!” you say as you take it out of the oven. It smells really good…

“Yes, it does! Good job, you learn pretty quickly. Unlike some other people…” Seven doesn’t even bother to look at him.

“You’re just a good teacher.” Now Seven looks at Vanderwood, he’s… embarrassed. He’s… blushing. Oh my God! Are you two flirting?

“So, MC… have you decided what you’re doing about RFA party?” Seven asks without looking at you, though he is paying fully attention, looking for any signs of some flirting going on.

“I… am still answering the guests’ emails, but… I won’t attend it if you say it’s risky, Seven. I trust your judgment.”

“Even when you shouldn’t, though.” He feels a foot hitting his leg behind the table. Goddamnit, Vanderwood! “I mean… do as you wish.”

“Yes, don’t feel pressured on doing what this dumbass wants, he doesn’t even know to treat a guest politely.”

“Oh, I’m not a guest, I’m an intruder. It’s… it’s fine, I don’t mind.” Oh… why would you even say this? He… he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re not welcomed here, even if he can’t really welcome you properly.

“You’re not an intruder. Don’t say things like that.” He says bluntly, though he feels this need to look you in the eye and tell you how good it is to have you here.

“Don’t you think she’s feeling like an intruder because you’re treating her like one?”

“Vanderwood, it’s fine, I…”

“No! If he was stupid enough to put you in danger, he should at least be nice to you. I don’t really approve what’s going on here, but since it can’t be helped, he should make sure to protect you, teach you how to protect yourself, answer all the questions you probably have. Why are you still defending him, MC?” how is it possible that he wants to know the answer and at the same time, he doesn’t? Is it because he already knows the answer? Is it because… he would answer the same? Is it because he lov…

“I won’t stand here to listen to your hypocrite bullshit, Mary Vanderwood the 3rd, have fun babysitting while I try to take the actual danger away from her.” He gets up and makes his way to the hallway.

“Seven, won’t you really eat? I don’t think this is healthy, I…”

“I already told you I don’t care about what you think. Pay attention to his lessons and go to bed early. And… be careful, Mary is still a guy, after all.” He was expecting for tears, but there’s nothing, just your curious worried face that makes him feel like hugging you and apologizing immediately, which… he can’t really do, so he walks away, resisting the need to look behind.

“Are you okay, MC?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I… can’t say the same for him, though…”

“He’s a big boy, don’t worry about him so much. Let him work and clean this mess, that will be a first, for sure.”

“Okay, I’ll… I’ll give him some space for now.” You turn to face Vanderwood, who’s watching the roast beef. “Thank you…”

“For what?”

“For trying to help me, and… for making me company even when you don’t want me here.”

“I disapprove this situation as an agent, but I never said I don’t want you here. I… really appreciate the company from someone who’s interested in learning how to roast chicken.”

“Don’t you mean roast beef?”

“No, the next lesson will be chicken. Are you ready?” you nod and smile, and he… surprisingly smiles back.

Seven keeps watching this improbable duo cooking and cleaning the kitchen a little later. Why do you keep being nice to these filthy cockroaches who are Vanderwood and him? How come you’re so bright and warm in a situation like this? You’re not even judging his brother after what he tried to do, you’re so… sweet and lovely. You deserve so much more than having to learn how to break someone’s nose just in case…

And you cook pretty well, but he just found this out when he sneaked to the kitchen after you went to sleep and saw this spared plate with a note “Microwave me, Seven ~”

Unbelievably adorable… he can’t help imagining how would it be if he could taste your food like this everyday, or if he could cook for you, if he could join you in his bed right now, finally get some sleep and wake up with you… Unfortunately, all he can do is settle for this micro waved food and go back to find a way into Mint Eye. It’s all he can do for you, and it’s much more than he deserves.

Or… he could finish installing that 707 simulator in the Robot Cat to make you laugh a little. Vanderwood’s jokes must be awful.


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Ok but why?

Why do writers do this?

Every time they get a kickass awesome character 

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 they make them everything we could possibly want in a protagonist 

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They make us love them, adore them, see them at their best

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And you think how could anything possibly go wrong

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but there it is

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The motherfucking kick.

Now excuse me as I cry myself to sleep

Alrighty Darlings, Here it is Mating Season

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Originally posted by sweetly87

WARNINGS: NSFW AND SMUT

Newt and Fem Reader

You were at a night club with Queenie, Jacob and Newt called the Hawks Nest. Queenie had suggested that you all go out and celebrate the release of Newts new book. 

The two of you had been travelling together for months now and had grown quite close. To your embarrassment and hilarity you had even witnessed some amusing mating rituals performed by Newt and the animals in response. It always left you laughing and curious about how he’d be. You had known him to gaze at you a little too long once in a while or hold you in a hug slightly longer than usual.

One day Queenie picked up on this and suggested you all go out. She ordered a whole bottle of Firewhiskey and a pitcher of Butterbeer to mark the occasion. 

Somehow Jacob got to telling the hilarious tales of watching Newt do a mating dance for an Arumpant and how it had saved his life. To which Queenie had responded with 

“Well than Mr.Scamander should have an equal effect on women then huh honey?” she winked looking at you. You blushed furiously and excused yourself. Newt noticing this got up and followed you sensing your distress.

“Don’t let Queenie get to you (y/n) she means well.”

You sighed. “I know, I just wished she’d stay out of my head.” you ran a hand through your hair pacing.

Newt raised an eyebrow at you. “ And what exactly was going on in your head (y/n)?”

You stopped and looked at him. “Nothing.” you said brushing off the topic and trying to head back to the table. But Newt gently grabbed your arm.

“(Y/n) you can tell me, we’ve been together for over 11 months now.” he pulled you off to a side room to give you some privacy.

“It’s just…ugh how do i even begin to explain this?” you threw your hands up in the air.

“Queenie please get out of my head.” Newt whispered.

She peaked her head around the corner. “Sorry to interrupt but Jacob and I are going to have some…..alone time so we’re heading out. The bills been paid for but you’ll have to sleep in the case tonight I’m afraid hun.” She winked at you. 

“Don’t wait up and don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” she winked and giggled with Jacob as they waved.

“What did she mean by don’t do anything i wouldn’t do?” Newt said blushing.

You took another shot of Firewhiskey. You examined the other men in the bar but none held a flame to the Zoologist. Newt leaned his back against the wall taking a shot and propping his one leg out. He looked irresistible. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. 

“Nothing, you know what happens when Queenie and Jacob get together.” you mused downing another shot.

:”They have nothing but mating on their minds” he laughed taking another shot. Then something clicked in his mind and he started to choke on his drink.

He was laughing as you handed him a hanker-chief. 

“Yes it seems they’re an ideal match.” you laughed.

“Everyone’s a match for someone, all you have to do is find the right mate and impress them.” he said looking at you with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“And tell me Mr. Scamander how would you initiate a mating ritual?” you turned to him and asked seductively wandering about the back of the bar.

“Well” he cleared his throat, his face went beat red and he tried to address you in his most professional voice.

“For starters I would examine what you like best in a suitor, and from what I know from examining you here is that you like them to be tall, well mannered, kind and relaxed. So I would approach you like this.”

He threw his jacket off followed by his vest. He undid his bow tie and threw it on the pile as well. Shrugging out of his suspenders he loosened a few buttons on his shirt so it hung open, revealing a few scars. He rolled up his sleeves and ever so slightly brushed a small bit of hair from his eyes. You bit your bottom lip. He was in his element now.

You took a sip of your Firewhiskey eyeing him but trying not to look more intrigued than you felt. “Go on then, impress me Scamander.:” 

He locked eyes with you, grinning at the challenge.

“And I also know that scars both intrigue and arouse you. You also like seeing peoples little quirks. Here he folded his arms and had begun pacing, studying you. 

“For example you always bite your bottom lip whenever you see me roll up my sleeves or whenever I get focused and do little things like stick my wand in my mouth when i’m juggling with animals or potion vials” He walked towards you He brushed your cheek with his thumb.  “How’d you-” but he cut you off.

“i keep telling you love, we’ve been together 11 months.i know you by now” He easily towered over you and your breath caught in your throat as he placed a hand above the wall behind you. You’d been travelling together for 11 months, but up until now your relationship had always been platonic, because you didn’t dare ask him in case he didn’t feel the same.  

“I also know you love the scent of cedar and freshly fallen rain which is why I went out and fed Frank and the Bowtruckles before I came in here.”  He smiled amused. Still studying you.

“And what would your ideal mate be Mr.Scamander.” He put a finger up to your lips to silence you.

“Newt” you said correcting yourself.

He smiled hearing his name from your lips. “Well she would have to have lovely (h/l) (h/c) hair and entrancing (e/c) eyes. And a beautiful smile. She must have a deep love for animals and….”

He turned around and handed you a shot of firewhiskey “A knack for surprises and adventure.” He downed his fast. You took it and eagerly drank it your head rushing with his sudden seductive nature.

“There’s something else I’ve noticed about you too (y/n) you have a very sensitive spot just here on the back of your neck.” He smiled whispering into the spot, his breath tingling your neck as he moved your hair aside and placed a gentle kiss on it. You turned away trying to hide the massive blush spreading.

“And you also have one here on the small of your back, and he gently ran a hand down the back of your dress the slip dipping low enough that his fingertips brushed against your bare skin, giving you goosebumps. 

As if by reaction you leaned back into him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and held you close gently placing kisses from your cheek to your neck to your collarbone to your shoulder, then to that delicious spot on the back of your neck. You gave a small moan and Newt knew he was winning you over.

But he wasn’t finished with you just yet. And you weren’t finished with him either.Months had been building up to this. Months of sexual tension and feelings and stolen glimpses. He turned you back to face him and he ran both hands up to rest on your neck and ran his fingers through your hair. He looked you in the eyes, his green eyes boring into your (e/c) ones.

”And I would follow with telling her just how much she truly means to me. That she makes me a better person. That before I met her I was in my own shell, observing the world but never getting to know it. And now from sunrise to sunset all I can think of is her warm smile and her kind heart and her laugh. All I can think of is what I can do to get her to speak to me to get her to look at me, to spark her interest and see her eyes light up with just a hint of mischief and longing. To see that she desires me as much as I do her. And then I would kiss her like she’s never been kissed before.”

He pulled you into a side closet and pushed you back shutting the door behind him. He hovered over you just for a moment. His sheer height towering over you and you could feel his breath. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him kissing you passionately. Slow at first but then the need to explore overcame both of you. You also wanted to tease him and ran your tongue along his bottom lip to which he eagerly opened his mouth and the two of you began exploring. You gently began biting his bottom lip, eager for more. He slipped off your dress and it fell to the floor as you began unbuttoning his shirt, he then pulled off your slip and pressed you close to him. Your now bare chests pressed together.

“Then I’d pull her even closer if she so desired me too.” He whispered seductively. You nodded and ripped off his shirt and began unbuckling his trousers. He threw them off and kissed down your neck to your breasts, gently caressing your nipples, he then kissed his way between them well still fondling your breasts with his hands.

Kissing down your stomach, your hips your inner thigh and back up again and only when you pleaded did he slowly remove your panties. He ran a hand down from your breast tracing his fingertips as he went along down your body until he reached that wonderful sweet spot. He gently began rubbing up and down causing you to moan and become wet. It was then that you noticed his arousal.

“And when she was ready, only then would I penetrate her, for I want her full attention as we mate.” And here he grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around him and he leaned you back against the shelf. You then pulled off his briefs and saw in full pleasure his arousal. He was wonderfully sized and he gently and very slowly slid himself into you, Filling up any available space inside you. He slowly began to rock back and forth. Both of you letting out a small sigh from the wonderful sensation that had been nagging you inside for months.

“Then what would you do Newt.” You moaned his name as he picked up his pace. Without speaking he pinned your arms up above you with one hand and pulled your hips forward with the other. You both moaned at the wonderful new sensation rippling through your cores and it caused you to arch your back which only made Newt moan more.

“Are you ready for the finishing move my love?” he whispered.

You only nodded silently begging him for more as he kissed you urgently. Pressing himself deep within you he started pumping harder and faster as your climaxes started to peak. “N-Newt.” You gasped. He pulled you onto him and you held on tight as he pushed you over the edge both moaning loudly. You ran your nails up his back and into his messy hair and he kissed you and spun you around still out of breathe as he continued to ride you, you were gasping for air.

The two of you sat down as you semi dressed yourself again. Catching your breathe he leaned over and gently kissed you, placing his fingertips on that sweet spot on your neck causing you to giggle into his kiss. He gave you that adorable smile blushing. “Sorry, I’m not normally that……confidant.” He smiled at you. You laughed lightly. “That’s alright darling you can just blame it on mating season.” He laughed and kissed you again.

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secretlyshycomputer said: Can we have more sassy reader fics I adored the Sherlock one!

A/N: thank you! I love writing these. I decided to do another Sherlock one. This hints a slight Sherlock x reader romance but it depends on how you interpret it. Otherwise, romance is not intended.

Warnings: swearing.


“Hello, my people!” You called from downstairs. You dragged your suitcase through the door. You had decided to take a holiday and now you had returned to your lodgings at 221B.

“Huzzah,” Sherlock groaned and rolled his eyes. “Y/N is back.”

John chuckled. “You love her really.”

“I don’t love, John.”

“Whatever.”

“What did I miss?” You asked as you entered the flat, your luggage trailing behind you.

“Nothing much,” John said smiling. He stood up and hugged you.

“Well it’s good to be back.”

“Yes, for some people,” Sherlock muttered.

“What’s that, Sherlock?” You replied and put your hand behind your ear. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you as I was too busy looking for the fucks I give.” John chuckled. A grin formed on your face. “I’m kidding. I’ve missed you.”

“I suppose I’ve missed you,” Sherlock sighed.

“Awe! Bring it in, Sherly!” You walked over to him and hugged him tightly. This received another eye roll from him.

“Y/N, I don’t think physical contact is necessary.”

“Yes it is!” You hugged him tighter which made him very uncomfortable.

“Yes… Well then…” His phone buzzed. He whipped his head around to the direction of his phone, which was laying on the table, however he couldn’t see the screen from where he was. "John! We have a case!“

"Yep!” You said after you let go of him and phone. “Lestrade just sent you a text. Oh! How fun! I’m coming too!”

“You’ve just got home!” John pointed out.

“But I’ve missed this!” You spun around. “Come on, let’s go!”

 

 

The detective, the doctor, and their fabulous friend (this was you of course) arrived at the crime scene like the three musketeers. Sherlock lifted up the yellow tape for John and yourself to go under.

“Morning, you lot,” Lestrade said. “Hello, Y/N. How was the holiday?”

“Good,” You replied with a smile. “Glad to be back though.”

“Oh look!” Donovan announced as she walked up. “The bitch is back!”

“Ah!” A smirk formed upon your face and you turned to face you. “One person I haven’t been looking forward to seeing. Still shagging everyman you find?”

“I don’t sleep with everyone. Ugh! You’re so annoying.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that you’re a fucking whore.”

“Alright!” Lestade announced as John and Sherlock tried to stifle their laughter. “Calm down.”

“Sorry,” You responded. “I just don’t like this constant inhaling exhaling thing she’s got going on.”

“Right, Y/N!” Lestrade threw his arms up in the air. “I hate to have to do this but you have to leave.”

“What?”

“I can’t have you arguing with Donovan all the time.”

“Fine!”

 

 

“My boys are back!” You shouted as you heard the door below shut.

“You need to stop arguing with Sally!” John called as he climbed up the stairs after a successful case. “One day, Lestrade will stop you coming to the crime scenes altogether!”

“‘Sally?’ I didn’t realise we were on a first name basis with her.”

“Shorter than Donovan. Easier to say.” John entered the flat after Sherlock.

“You haven’t even unpacked,” Sherlock noted.

“No,” You replied with a smile. “I guess I’m too eager to jump back into the action.”

anonymous asked:

A surprise party for the twins? But they get all suspicious and MC is trying to hide the surprise in the best way she can. Sorry if m english is bad and this don't make sense, love your writing so much <3

Countdown to the Cake: 1


The Cake


“Hey, MC. You know I gave you that Arabic dictionary so you can come in here whenever you want, right?”

“Yes, I know, Saeyoung. I just forgot.” On purpose. You needed to buy more time, getting stuck on their door would do the trick for a while. “I was just so worried my laptop wasn’t working, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah… let me see the damage.” You take the laptop off your bag. “Well, I’m not familiar with Jurassic technology, but let’s see what I can do for you.” You knew keeping this old laptop in your closet could be useful one day. More time to buy.

“So, uhm… where’s Saeran?” you look around, trying to get a hold of him.

“In his bedroom, as usual.” He says, opening the laptop without any trouble.

“Oh… is he sleeping?” this could be a problem if he’s sleeping.

“Probably not… why?” he looks at you. Relax, MC… he doesn’t know anything, he doesn’t suspect a thing… calm down and act naturally.

“Nothing. I was just wondering if you two would like go out and hang a little after you do your little magic there.” Little magic? Ugh… what’s wrong with you?

“Oh, we can hang out right here.”

“Yeah, or… we could go out. I didn’t put on a nice dress to stay inside a bunker that smells like honey and soda. No offense.”

“Not taken.” And he goes back to the laptop’s circuits, whew… that was close.

“You really put on a nice dress, MC.” You look behind to find Saeran standing next to the door.

“Thank you…” even though you know he’s not really complimenting you, it’s more like an observation.

“And what did you do with your hair?” shit! You knew changing your hairstyle could make them suspect something…

“I… combed?” both twins nod and look at you. Shit…

“Makes sense.” Saeran says, heading out of the room. Whew! That was close… how long do you still need to stall?

That’s what you ask Yoosung over the phone when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. How long do you need to keep the twins distracted while the other RFA members organize the surprise party for their birthday?

“I don’t know, MC… we didn’t know Jumin ordered such a… handful decoration, so it’s taking a while to put things in place. You need to hold them a little more…”

“I’m trying. I even brought a laptop with Windows Vista on it, but… they’re suspecting something, Yoosung, I can tell!”

“I doubt it. They probably don’t even remember what day is today. Calm down and keep going with the plan, you’re the perfect bait!”

“Yeah, I should be used by now…” you hang up and go back to where Saeyoung is, only to find the laptop functioning normally. “What did you do?”

“I fixed it! Like you wanted.” He smiles widely. Shit! You forgot you’re dealing with a genius here.

“Oh… oh yeah! Thank you! Are you really sure it’s working?”

“Well, yeah! Are you doubting my skills, MC? I’m offended!” he does a dramatic gesture before smirking teasingly. “Now let’s get out of here, the world needs to see you in a pretty dress and combed hair.” No! Too soon!

Or maybe not… the plan was just holding the twins, there was nothing about keeping them inside their house. Maybe you can stall in another way…

“So what you wanna do, MC?” Saeyoung asks when the three of you go inside one of his cars. You look at both of them, Saeran isn’t happy about getting dragged out of the house, it took your persuasive abilities  (whine until he is tired of listening to your voice, that is) to convince him to come along. This is a party for the twins, you need them both there.

“Hum… I was wondering if we could go to uhm…” your phone starts buzzing, you look at who’s calling you “Zen?” you say out loud.

“Zen’s place? No! It’s too small there!” Saeran complains, that’s when you realize you said it out loud. Stupid!

“Z-Zen? Did I say Zen? No, uhm… that’s now what I meant, I… need to use your bathroom again, be right back!” you get out of the car and run inside the house again. “Hello?”

“Achew! Hey, babe! So, uhm… achew! Remember I was supposed to pick the cake at your place? Achew! Why didn’t you tell me your neighbor has a cat?” For fuck’s sake, you forgot about Mr. Cat Damon!

“Oh, Zen… I’m so sorry. Is everything okay?”

“With me? Achew! Yes, yes… my throat is just a little clog, you probably noticed my voice isn’t as soothing as usu… achew!”

“And the cake?” you feel bad for him, but now there’s a cake at stake! Well, not really, but still…

“Oh yes, it’s fine… you have a lovely decoration, by the way, it really suits you… achew!” oh yes, Zen. Perfect time to flirt… “I just couldn’t make it to the kitchen, because the cat was there, how did he get in?”

“Mr. Cat Damon always finds his way in… that sneaking little thief.”

“Oh, just like in Ocean’s 11?” Ahh, a reference to Matt Damon… clever, Zen… wait, there’s no time for this! “Anyway, I… I’m trying to reach Yoosung, Jaehee and Trustfund, but none of them are answering.” Of course, because they’re busy with the decoration!

You tell him to get out of there before his allergy gets worse and that you’ll find a solution. In the meantime, you call Jumin… nothing. Jaehee? No answer. Yoosung? Voicemail… what now? Well… it looks like you’ll have to discreetly get the cake, find a way to hide inside Saeyoung’s trunk, pray it doesn’t melt, and hope you’re not caught by two smart former hackers… god help you.

“I’m sorry we have to go back to my place, Saeyoung. It’s just… I really need to grab something I forgot there.”

“It’s fine, MC. Maybe we can come up and hang out there, then…”

“NO!” you yell, making both twins stare at you. CALM. DOWN! “I mean… no… my house is such a mess right now…”

“Ah, darn it! I thought I was finally going to see Mr. Cat Damon again… does he still breaks into your apartment?” Does he?

The ride to your building is silent. You’re worried about letting something spill everytime you open your mouth. Thankfully, the twins aren’t that talkative. You wonder if it is because they know what day is today, but they prefer avoiding thinking about it? Knowing everything you know about them now, you can’t even imagine what kind of sad memories revolve their birthday…

“We’re here!” Saeyoung states, that’s when you notice how much you were spacing out. Focus, MC! This party means a lot more than you can possibly think!

“So, uhm… can you do a favor for me? I need you to let the trunk door open…”

“Why?” both twins tilt their head in confusion.

“I… need to put something mine in there. It’s… personal…” well, you can’t use the bathroom excuse on this now, can you?

“Oh, I see what’s going on here…” Saeyoung looks at his brother and gives him this weird smile, no… shit! They know? “You’re on those lady days,  ain’t you?”

“What are you saying, idiot? Don’t make her uncomfortable!” Saeran says, blushing. Oh my God… they think you’re on your period? So embarrassing, this is… this is… perfect!

“It’ fine, Saeran. Yes, I… yes, I am. And I need to grab a bag with some spare clothes and… other things, in case of an… you know, an… accident…” this is more embarrassing than if you actually were on your period.

“Oh, things… as in tampons, right?” Saeran asks.

“Yes, Saeran. Tampons. So uhm… keep the trunk door open and whatever you two do, don’t leave this car, okay? I’ll bring… I’ll bring a lot of tampons, and it’s kinda embarrassing, so please…don’t look!” well, this is weird, but maybe will be enough to keep their curiosity away. For once, men’s lack of knowledge on how periods work will save the day.

You go to your place, and the cake is in the balcony, like you instructed the guy from the cake store to let. Okay… now you need a bag to put the box inside and pretend it’s a lot of tampons! What a genius plan! Now where is that bag? Maybe you have one big enough in your room. You go there and look for those old paper bags from fancy stores you kept to remind you bought something from a fancy store before, ugh… isn’t it amazing how your dorkiness is working in your favor for once?

You go back to the kitchen and when you’re about to place the box inside the bag… you hear Saeyoung’s voice next to the door.

“Come here, Mr. Cat Damon!” NOT THIS FUCKING CAT AGAIN!

“Ugh, that’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard!” Is Saeran here too? Well, yeah, Saeyoung would never leave him alone with one of his babies, he’s so possessive with those cars!

Mr. Cat Damon comes in and meows at you. One of these days… Mr. Cat Damon, one of these days…

“MC? What’s going on?”

“I… I…” need to go to the bathroom? Forget it… there’s nowhere to run.

“What’s in the box?”

“Tampons?”

“Do you really think we’re that stupid?” Saeran asks, glaring at you. Uh oh… “You’re up to something, ain’t you?” Well… you can’t really keep on lying, can you?

“I… I am, and the other RFA members are too. Zen was here before, but Mr. Cat Damon showed up and made him sneeze, and nobody was answering because they were busy with the decoration, so I tried not to ruin the surprise because everybody put so much effort on making this a happy birthday for both of you, since you guys deserve so much after everything you’ve been through, and I want you too to be happy and loved, and protect you two because I care so much about you guys and… I’m not really on my period!” You say as you feel the tears rolling down. Saeyoung and Saeran look at each other completely lost.

“Oh… we… kinda forgot it was this day of the year?” Saeyoung asks his brother.

“Yeah… so used to not celebrating at all for all those years…” oh god…

“So… so… I just ruined the surprise?” more tears, and Saeyoung runs to you.

“Hey, it’s fine… you didn’t ruin anything. Well, except for Saeran’s innocence with that tampon thing, but… don’t worry, MC. The biggest surprise here is seeing how much you tried to make this day special, it’s so good to know we have someone so willing to make us happy.”

“Oh, but that’s no surprise! You already know how much RFA loves you, guys! The party was supposed to be a surprise!”

“I think surprises suck.” Saeran states, crossing his arms. “So stop crying and feeling so bad on yourself.” He glances at you quickly “… please.”

“Yeah, you can’t ruin your make up that goes along with the nice dress and the combed hair, girl!” Saeyoung shakes your shoulders lightly. “So, come on, I’ll help you put the cake in the trunk while we teach Saeran how to pretend he’s surprised.”

“Thank you, guys.” You smile at both of them, Saeyoung chuckles, and though you’re not sure, you think you saw Saeran smiling a little. “Yes, let’s take this cak…”

SPLASH! You just see the box with the cake hitting the floor and Mr. Cat Damon looking at what he did… then he looks at you like this was completely natural. You open your mouth in shock.

“This cat… is the incarnation of the evil! I’m going to kill him!” you go towards Mr. Cat Damon’s direction, yelling.

“Whoa, calm down, MC!  Calm… down!” Saeyoung holds you against him, you two lose balance and fall on the floor, splashing cake frosting everywhere.

“It’s… It’s ruined. Just like the whole surprise…” You say, your voice starts breaking again. 

“Oh no no no… It’s not your fault, MC. Don’t worry!” Saeyoung hurries in comforting you. 

“Yeah, silly. It’s just cake, we can get another one tomorrow or next year, whatever. There will be plenty of birthdays for us to have cake.” You and Saeyoung look at each other, then at Saeran. Did he just say he wants to celebrate in the years to come? 

“Awww MC, did you hear that? Saeran just said something sweet!” you two giggle, but he doesn’t look that happy. 

“Oh… So you like it sweet, huh brother?” He asks, kneeling before you two and grabbing a fistful of cake. “Is that sweet enough for you?” He shoves the cake on Saeyoung’s face. You look in shock and try to hold your laugh, but it’s impossible.

“Now what are you laughing at?” Saeyoung throws cake frosting on you, and before you know it, this is a food war. Your kitchen is a mess, and Mr. Cat Damon ran out of there, but you didn’t even notice, you were too busy laughing and having fun with the twins.

Which… was interrupted by a clearing throat sound, clearly made by Jumin. The three of you freeze as you see the other RFA members judging and watching this curiously.

“What the hell is happening here?” Jaehee asks, shocked.

None of you know what to say and just keep looking at each other, like “who’s gonna talk?”

“Well, uhm… surprise?” Saeran asks.



You can see the other days here!

April 2nd.

This is for @sad-af1121 @thatawkwardtinyperson and @bxckyfxcknbxrnes because they are awesome and I wish I can be half as good as them. 

Notes: started as a drabble but now we are here. super spur of the moment. fluff. tell me what you think! my second fic ever. be nice pls?

Originally posted by petallica


April fools!

Those two words keep playing in your head over and over again. You’re an idiot. You are a self proclaimed idiot. Jokes on you this time. 

You turn to your side and look at your boyfriend sleeping right next to you. Ugh. He’s perfect even when he’s sleeping and here you are trying to not to work yourself into an anxiety attack over your stupid mistake. 

I’m an idiot. Who the fuck can’t tell their boyfriend that the joke you proclaimed as an April Fool’s prank is the truth?

It’s not like you planned for your joke to be a joke. You just found out on April Fool’s day.  That little blue stick does not lie. Nor did the ten others you made Wanda go get you and swear on her life that she would not tell anyone about what is going on with you or…rather in you. 

And when you went to tell Bucky, Bucky, the man with the steel blue eyes and the wicked smile and the love of your life that you are pregnant,  p r e g n a n t, you froze. You panicked. And his shocked expression did not make you feel any better so you thought quick and told Bucky it was a joke and was crushed when he sighed in relief. 

You look over Bucky now,  to glance at the clock on your bedside table. 12:01. It’s officially April 2nd. It’s no longer April Fool’s. You’re still pregnant. It’s not a joke. It’s April 2nd, and you’re still pregnant. 

“Babe as much as I love to keep you up at night, why are you awake?” You flinch as you glance at Bucky. He peers at you with one eye open and furrows his brows. 

Oh fuck, oh fuck. He’s awake. fuck. fuck. fuck. 

I swear it’s nothing babe, just going over the mission details for tomorrow in my head” blabbering it out like an idiot that you are and turning to your side only to bury your face into the pillow and hope to God that Bucky does not feel you try to avoid the subject.

“You know, I would believe you if you haven’t been awake and fidgeting for the last three hours” Bucky chuckles and pulls you closer. 

“Talk to me doll, what’s on your mind?” Bucky turns you over and you peer up at him. You search your mind for the right words. 

Hey Buck, remember that time after the mission when the adrenaline was getting to us and we got back to the jet and I tackled you and you took my pant– or that time during Tony’s party last month when you slid your fingers under my dress– or two weeks ago in the shower when you took me up against the wall and—

“Babe I can practically see you thinking but I need words.” He smirked as he leans closer into you, your foreheads are touching at this point. 

“So funny story…” you begin and you look up once again into those eyes. 

I’m fucked. Well we fucked. And now you’re fucked. Because we fucked. And we made a baby. I’m pregnant. Jokes on you and me. Oh shit.

Talk to me doll, you’re starting to worr–” he’s cut off before he can finish the sentence. 

“So I know I told you it was an April Fool’s joke, but I’m pregnant. I’m actually pregnant. And I took about ten tests to make sure I was because who the fuck learns they are pregnant on April Fool’s? And I tried to tell you but then I panicked because you didn’t plan for this, I mean we didn’t plan for this and I saw the relief in your eyes when you heard me say April Fool’s. but Bucky, it’s officially April 2nd, and I’m pregnant. I’m actually pregnant. Please don’t ha–”

This time, you’re the one that’s cut off from your babbling. Bucky’s lips smash into yours and you can’t help but moan at the force. His tongue teases yours a little and you blink your eyes a few times because you are left dazed after a kiss like that. 

“You’re pregnant?” “You’re actually pregnant?” “I’m going to be a Dad?” he whispers as he pulls slightly away from you. 

You stiffen as you come back and hear Bucky’s words. You look at him and you see the biggest smile on his face. 

“I’m pregnant” You say with a little more confidence. Bucky leans back into you.  “I was hoping it wasn’t a joke when you told me yesterday doll, I only looked relieved because I was trying to hide how disappointed I was.”

This time you’re the one who yanks Bucky towards you and in the process he’s on top of you. You reach up and give him a quick kiss before leaning up to his ear. 

“You’re going to be a Daddy, Buck. No April Fool’s joke this time. Happy April 2nd Bucky.” your breath tickling his skin as you trail back to his lips. 

“Happy April 2nd Doll, best non April Fool’s joke ever.” He leans down and joins you into your kiss. 

April Fool’s didn’t turn out so bad.


Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 2)


Part 1 

*Word Count 6,116

Love Is In The Air… Again? 

On again and off again couple, Y/N and Harry Styles are reportedly on again. The two were both in NYC last weekend, Styles for his appearance on SNL and Y/N for her show on her Y/Tour/Name Tour. Y/N was seen on Styles’ best mate, Nick’s snap chat in the SNL audience and fans took to twitter saying they saw Styles and his group of friends at Y/N’s show. 

It’s also rumored that Y/N’s newest song that she performed at that very concert was all about her rekindling a relationship with now Solo artist Harry Styles. 

We’ve reached out to both Harry and Y/N’s camp, but neither has responded to the rumors. 

One would guess we would just have to wait and see if our favorite Pop couple is once again a thing. 

**

You have had a long couple of days during your tour and since tonight was your off night, you decided just to have a quiet night in your hotel room. You put some candles on and some music before starting the water for a bath. You took off your robe and got into the water and closed your eyes. 

A few minutes later, your phone rang and you groaned. You reached over for it and saw that Harry was face timing you. You smirked and accepted the call. 

“Baby!” he smiled waving to you. “Wait, where are you?” 

You laughed. “I’m right here, hold on,” you said. “I’m in the tub, so I had to look a bit decent.” 

“Aw come on… You don’t have to do that,” he smirked. “I wouldn’t mind a little sneak peek.” 

You rolled your eyes turning the camera to face you. “You’re such a perv,” you joked. 

“It’s not pervy if you’re my girlfriend,” he smirked. 

“Whatever,” you giggled. “So, what have you been up to?” 

“I just finished rehearsing,” he said. “So, my voice is a bit gone, but it’s all good.” 

You nodded. “When do you have to record for the show?” 

“Um, it airs on Friday night, so sometime Thursday, I think,” he said. 

“Well, make sure you rest of your voice,” you said. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed. 

“Did you that we’re trending again?” you asked. 

“Yeah, I did. My Mum called me and asked me about it,” he said. “I told her we spent time in New York and that we’re going to give ourselves a second chance.” 

“How did she react?” you asked. 

“I think she was a little hesitant at first, but then she asked me if this was what I really wanted and if being with you made me happy and when I told her it did and it is what I wanted more than anything, she said that was all that matters,”  he smiled. 

“Well, that’s good,” you smiled. “Especially since your mom hasn’t always liked me in the past.” 

“It wasn’t that she didn’t like you, she just didn’t like the situations surrounding our relationship,” he said. 

“Which is understandable,” you sighed. “Do you think you’re going to get asked about our relationship during the interview?” 

“I don’t know, maybe,” he said. “It’s only supposed to be a short interview so there might not be time for it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there was though.”

“And if there is a question, what are you going to say?” You asked. 

“I’m not going to confirm our relationship,” he said. “I might just say we’re friends or something.” 

You nodded. “I think that’s best especially since we’ve only been back together for a few days. It’s one thing having the media and everyone speculating, but people actually knowing we’re together will cause a bit of a frenzy.” 

“And besides no one but us and our close friends and family need to know if we’re together or not,” he said. 

You smiled. “I miss you,” you sighed. 

“I know, it’s only been what three days since we saw one another and it feels like that didn’t even happen,” he sighed. 

“But you’re still coming at the end of the week, right?” You asked hopefully. 

“Yep. Since we finish recording the show on Thursday, I have a flight leaving on Friday morning,” he smiled.

“Really? So, you’ll be here Friday?” You asked. 

“Well, not there obviously, because you’ll be in Miami then, but yeah, we’ll be together on Friday,” he smiled. 

“I can’t wait!” you smiled. “And I can’t wait to go shopping!” 

“You’re waiting for me to go shopping?” He laughed. 

“No, I’m talking about going shopping for some things for when you get here,” you smirked. 

He looked at you confused and then it suddenly dawned on him. “Oh, OH, oh, now I really can’t wait for Friday to get here, especially looking at you right now,” he smirked. 

You giggled. “Well, I have a show Saturday Night and Sunday night, so that will give us a bit on Friday and all day Saturday and Sunday to enjoy each other and the sun,” you smirked. 

“We’ll there be any enjoying ourselves in the sun?” He said cocking his eyebrow. 

“Oh, of course. There will be swimming and be walking on the beach,” you smiled. “Oh and I’m sure we can rent some jet skis.” 

“That wasn’t exactly what I was implying, but okay.” he laughed. 

You giggled. “Don’t worry, they’ll be plenty of time for that.” 

“There better be,” he smirked. “We have lots to catch up on.” 

“Yes, we do,” you smiled. 

“I love you,” he whispered. “And I wish I was in that bath with you right now.”

“I do too, it’s been a bit lonely in this hotel,” you sighed dramatically. 

“Well, I’ll be there in a few days,” he smiled. 

“Can’t you just record your parts before Thursday and come now?” You pouted. 

“If I had that kind of power, I would already be on a plane to you right now,” he said. 

You smiled. “What time is it over there?” 

“Uh, just after 1 in morning,” he said. 

“Oh, well you better get in bed,” you said. 

“But I want to talk to you,” he whined. 

“I know, but you need your sleep,” you laughed. 

“Ugh, fine, fine,” he sighed. “You’re so bossy.” 

“You love me though,” you smirked. 

“That I do,” he smiled. 

You giggled. “I love you too.” 

“Night baby,” he whispered. 

“Night,” you smiled. 

**

It was the next day and Harry was going out to lunch with his sister. He had already told his Mom about the two of you, but he hadn’t told Gemma yet. He was a little more nervous about telling her than his Mom because there was actually a time where Gemma didn’t really like you with him. 

He never told you that and it was years ago, so hopefully, Gemma wouldn’t make a big deal about it. By the time Harry got there, Gemma was already there. She was typing away on her computer when he sat down. 

She looked up at him and finished what she was working on before putting her laptop away. 

“Finally,” he groaned dramatically. “So rude.” 

“Oh, piss off,” she laughed. “Anyway, how’s my baby brother doing.” 

“Great,” he said. 

“How was New York?” She asked. 

“It went well…” he coughed. 

“That wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain ex, would it?” She asked. 

He took a sip of his water and looked at the menu. 

“Don’t play coy with me,” she said. “The evidence is out there that you two were together at some point.” 

He sighed. “Yes, we were together in New York.” 

“Really?” She sighed. 

“Why are you saying it like that?” He asked. 

“Because you’ve been down that road plenty of times and it’s always ended the same,” she said. 

He sighed. “We’re in different places in our lives, Gem. It’s not going to end the same way.” 

“You’ve said that exact same thing the last two times you gave it a try with her,” she said. 

“Why don’t you like her?” He sighed. 

“It’s not that I don’t like her. Y/N and I were really close when you two first got together, but then I saw how your relationship with her was affecting you and how it hurt you were, so excuse me for not wanting to see you go through that again,” she said. 

“I get where you’re coming from and I don’t want to go through that ever again, but being without her in my life is just as painful if not more,” he sighed. “You don’t know what it’s like seeing all your friends or your sister being happy with their significant others and being in love. Or having to go home to an empty house every night and thinking about if you’re ever going to have someone to cook dinner with or open a bottle of wine and listen to music while sitting in front of the fire? And then you think about how you did have that, with that one person that you can’t get out of your fucking mind and heart because they’re the only one that you’ve ever felt anything with. Y/N, is my person and yeah, I’m scared as hell that it might not work out again, but at least I know that I gave it one more shot.” 

She sighed looking at him. “I know that you love her, and I know that she loves you. I’m not doubting that, but sometimes love isn’t enough and people aren’t meant to be.” 

“Wow,” he said shaking his head. “After everything I just told you, you’re really going to say something like that? I understand that you’re looking out for me and quite honestly I’m sure if roles were reversed, I would be the same way, but I would also support your decision if meant that you were happy.” 

“I do want you to be happy, but I also want you to really think this through and just not jump back into a relationship with someone that you haven’t even been around for over a year?” She said. 

“We’re not jumping into anything. Yes, she’s my girlfriend, but we’re taking things slow,” he said. 

“Then you didn’t sleep together in New York?” She asked. 

“That’s none of your business,” he said. 

“Damn it, Harry,” she sighed. 

“Who I have sex with is my decision,” he said. 

“I know, I know, but don’t you think it’s better to build your relationship emotionally instead of physically,” she said. 

“It’s not like we only have sex,” he sighed shaking his head. “Our relationship is more than that, it’s always been more than that.”

She sighed. “Okay, okay, I won’t say anything negative about Y/N or your relationship anymore. If you’re willing to give her another chance, then so am I,” she said. 

“That’s all I ask,” he sighed. 

**

You were now in Miami for the next few days and since Harry would be arriving tomorrow, you decided to go out shopping with your stylist, Maxy, and makeup artist, Manny, who were your best friends from over the years. 

“Not that I’m complaining, but what’s brought on this sudden shopping trip?” Maxy asked. 

“We’re in Miami, why wouldn’t we do a little shopping?” You said innocently. 

“Normally, I would accept that answer, but our shopping trips don’t usually involve purchasing new lingerie,”  she smirked holding up a red lacy see- through bra from the rack. 

“Girl, don’t you know? Y/N’s little boy toy is coming into town tomorrow for a few weeks,” Manny smirked. 

“He’s not my little boy toy, he’s my boyfriend,” you laughed looking through different options. “And I wanted to get some new things to wear to spice things up a bit.” 

“I didn’t realize that you and Harry were already official again,” Maxy said. “I mean, I know he was at the show and you two were quite on top of each other, but I didn’t know it was that serious again.” 

“It’s always been serious between me and Harry. After we first met initially, we only talked back and forth for about two weeks before we went out on our first date and then we became exclusive in a relationship after our third date,” you said. “If you know that you want to be with him, why should I wait a certain amount of time before we get back together.” 

“I don’t know, it just seems sort of fast, you know? You two were broken up and hadn’t spoken to one another in over a year, but then you meet up for one night and you’re already in a full blown committed relationship with him flying here to be with you,” she said. 

“I can see where you’re coming from, but it’s not like Harry was a one-night stand and now I’m in a relationship with him. We have history and we love each other, those feelings never went away even during our year apart, so to us it’s not like we’re rushing in or moving too fast,” you shrugged. “And honestly what’s so bad about us being together, we don’t want to see other people, so what’s wrong with already being exclusive.” 

“Nothing is wrong with it,” Manny said. “It’s your and Harry’s relationship and if you two love each other, that’s all that matters. We can tell you our thoughts or opinions, but at the end of the day as long as the two of you are happy and in love, then don’t worry about it.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“Now, that’s settled, let’s pick you out some things for your man to take off,” h smirked. 

You all laughed and finished looking through the store. Once you had a handful of lacy bra and underwear sets, you went back to the dressing room. As you were trying each set on, you smirked to yourself as you got a bit of an idea. You took a few pictures of yourself in the different sets. 

You went to your messages and clicked on Harry’s name. You picked a few pictures that you had just taken to send to him with, “Out shopping, which one is your favorite? ;)” as the message. 

You changed back into your clothes and grabbed the sets you tried on. 

“So, which ones are you getting?” Maxy asked. 

“Um, out of these probably the red, the black, and the dark purple,” you said. “ 

“Great choices!” Manny said. “He’s going to lose his shit when he sees you them.” 

You laughed. “He probably is already losing his shit. I might have snapped a few photos in the dressing room and sent him a bit of a sneak peek.” 

“Damn girl, I didn’t know you were the type to sext,” he gasped. 

“Usually, I’m not, mostly because of the whole like hacking and iCloud issues and things getting leaked, but there are ways around it. Especially, when you’re away from your significant other, it helps the time pass by a bit,” you smirked. 

“Ew. I don’t need that visual,” he said shaking his head. 

“Oh, but it’s perfectly fine picking out lingerie for me and talk about my sex life, but god forbid we talk me sexting with my boyfriend,” you giggled. 

“Oh my god, stop talking about it!” He laughed covering his ears. 

“Anyway, I’m going to go pay for these and then we can go get lunch,” you said. 

“Sounds good to me,” Manny said quickly.

**

Harry was finishing up his packing before he had to head to the studio to film for the Graham Norton show. He was literally counting down the hours until his flight would leave and he would be seeing you again. The conversation with his sister the other day had stuck with him a little bit and it made it wonder if she would ever really be happy that you and him were together. 

While it didn’t really matter to him about her opinion on you and your relationship, he still wanted his girl and his sister to get along. He heard his phone beep a few times, while he was packing, but he didn’t think anything of it. 

Once he zipped up his suitcase, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and saw that you had sent him a few messages. He slid his finger to open and his eyes widen when he saw the pictures that you sent. 

“Bloody hell,” he mumbled to himself. 

“Out shopping, which is your favorite? ;)” he read the text along with your pictures. 

How was he supposed to choose just one? You looked fucking amazing in every single one of those and all he wanted to do was see you in them before he ripped them off of you. As he continued to stare at the pictures, it was obvious that a bit of a problem was growing. 

“Damn it, Y/N!” He typed into his phone. 

“What?” You sent back with an innocent looking emoji. 

“You know very well, what I’m talking about. You can’t just send me photos of you half naked looking fucking amazing without some sort of warning.”

“What? I was just asking for your opinion, but it’s nice to know that I looked good in all of them.”

“Of course you did! Please tell me you bought them all?”

“Nope, not gonna say, which or how many I bought. That’s something you’re going to have to wait and see.”

“But…but..but,” he sent with a pouty face. 

“You can whine all you want, but it’s not going to happen. Patience is a virtue.”

“Fuck patience, I want to know! It’s the least you could do since you’ve got me all hot and bothered over here! Did you forget that I’m going to filming a show in like two hours? I’m gonna have a fucking hard on and it’s all your fault!” 

“It’s not my fault you’re like a horny teenager.”

“Only for my beautiful, sexy, amazing, gorgeous, hot, girlfriend who I love more than anything in the world.” 

“You’re so sweet, but buttering me up is not going to work on me telling you which ones I bought.”

“I’m offended that you think I was trying to butter you up into getting what I want.”

“I’ve known you for almost 5 years, Styles, I know how you get when you want something.”

“And what I want is you…” 

“Tomorrow you can have me all day and night…”

“Fucking… You’re not helping my situation.”

“Maybe, I should let you go take care it before your big show.”

“Or you could help me take care of it… Video Chat?”

“I’d love too… but I’m out to lunch right now and I’m quite sure others around us wouldn’t be too keen on that type of video chatting.” 

“Damn it! Well, in that case, I’m gonna go have a nice cold shower. I’ll call you after the recording.” 

“Looking forward to it, and you never know you might get another little sneak peek then too ;)” 

“You’re having fun with this aren’t you?” 

“Loads.” 

“What am I going to do with you?” 

“Anything you want. ;)” 

“Okay. Cold Shower is definitely happening now.” 

“Sorry! ;) Talk to you later! I love you and you’re going to do great tonight!” 

“Thanks, baby and I love you too!” 

**

Harry was at the taping of the Graham Norton and as he sat in the dressing room with his parents, he wasn’t as nervous as he had been for SNL, but he still had a bit of nervousness. 

“You’re going to do great,” Anne smiled. “I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thanks, Mum,” he smiled. 

“So, how are things going with you and Y/N?” She asked. 

“Great,” he smiled. “You know I’m flying out to see her tomorrow morning right?” 

“Yes, I know,” she laughed. “I think that’s the real reason you have that stupid smile on your face.” 

He blushed. 

“It makes me so happy to see you happy,” she smiled. “This is all I’ve ever wanted for you and Gemma,” she sniffed. “And now you’re performing your own music that you’re so proud of and you’re with someone that you love and I’ve never seen you this happy before.” 

“Mum,” he laughed hugging her. “Why are you crying?” 

“Because I’m your Mum and that’s what I do.” she laughed dabbing her eyes. 

“Mum, you’re gonna make me cry,” he laughed rubbing her back. 

“Okay, I’ll stop. I’ll stop,” she said. 

He laughed kissing her head. One of the show’s producers peek their heads into the room, “The show starts in a few minutes,” she said. 

 “We better get to our seats,” Robin said. 

Harry nodded and hugged his mom one more time before they both left. He was alone in the room, except for his band. They were all trying to get into the zone for their performance that was coming up. 

It was a little more than halfway through the show when it was time for Harry to perform. After he nailed his performance, they brought him out onto the interview stage with the other guests. 

“Harry, Harry, welcome, you did a fabulous job,” Graham said. 

“Thank you,” Harry smiled. 

“So, we’re going to do this little game that we did with one of our guests last week and we’re going to talk about some of the craziest rumors about you and we’re just going to go off of your facial expression,” he said. 

“This could be fun,” he laughed. 

“Yeah, and there’s going to be camera zoomed in on your face,” he added. 

“Oh, god,” Harry laughed sitting up. 

“Okay, is it true that you took a carrot cake to a Fleetwood Mac concert?” He asked. 

Harry smirked and laughed. “I did, I didn’t take a carrot cake to a Fleetwood Mac concert. I like carrot cake,” he shrugged. 

“And Fleetwood Mac, hopefully,” Graham said. 

“Love,” he laughed. 

Graham continued to ask about different rumors and so far they were all easy, until the very last one. 

“Now, this next rumor is quite recent,” he said. “And is it true that you and Y/N have rekindled a bit of a romance.” 

Harry tried so hard to keep a straight a face and he did good for the most part, but then a little smile broke through before it went back to straight face. 

“Oh! That’s a yes, that’s definitely a yes,” one of the guests laughed pointing to him. 

“I didn’t say that,” Harry said. 

“You didn’t have too,” he joked. 

Harry coughed and sat back with a smirk. 

“Well, we’re out of time, thank you to our guests for joining us tonight and thank you to Harry Styles for performing his new single,” he said. 

Harry smirked and stuck his head into the view of the camera giving it a wave. 

**

It was the day Harry would be arriving. You didn’t have plans that day, so you used it to get ready for his arrival. You picked up your clothes that covered the floor and put them away. You went into the bathroom and tided up your hair and makeup products a bit and then you took a quick shower to freshen up and shave your legs and what not. You pulled out your candle stash and put them throughout the room, but away from the curtains and other possible flammable items. 

You then went over to the shopping bag from yesterday and tried to decide on which one you would wear. You decided on wearing the red lace one and quickly put it on before putting your robe on. You then went and fixed your hair a bit and put on a little bit of makeup. 

You knew that you didn’t have to put this much trouble into it, but you wanted to make it a little more romantic setting than just a random hotel room. You looked at the clock and saw that Harry should be arriving within the hour. 

You felt that nervous-excited feeling in the pit of your stomach. Seeing him this time was different than New York because you knew where the two of you stood and it wasn’t a short visit. You would actually have more than a few hours to be together. 

You kept pacing around the room as you waited. It felt like Christmas morning or the night before your birthday. You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a knock on the door. You were sure it wasn’t Harry because he wasn’t supposed to be landing until about now and it would take a while to get here from the airport. You tightened the knot on your robe and walked over to the door and opened it. 

Harry was standing there with his bags in his hand and a huge smile on his face. 

“Oh! What are you doing here so early?” You smiled. 

“Where you expecting someone else?” He asked. 

“Of course not, I’m glad that you’re here, I just thought you wouldn’t be in for another hour,” you said. 

“I was able to get an earlier flight,” he smiled. “Can I come in or is your other boyfriend in there?” he joked. 

“Don’t worry. He snuck down the balcony,” you giggled. “So, come on in.” 

He smiled walking in the door and putting his bags and guitar on the floor. 

“Now, come here,” he said pulling you to him after you close the door. 

You giggled wrapping your arms around him and he holds you close to him, kissing your head. 

“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you smiled. “These last four days were torture.” 

“I know, especially with you teasing me,” he laughed. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” you smirked. 

“That’s the problem, I loved it,” he laughed. 

You smiled. “Well, we have plenty of time to make up for it,” you whispered leaning up to kiss him. 

He smiled into the kiss bringing you closer to him as he deepens it. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood on your tip toes. After a bit, you pulled away. 

“No offense, but you smell like an airplane,” you laughed. 

“Is that your way of telling me I stink?” He pouted. 

“Pretty much, yep,” you giggled. 

“I guess I’ll jump in the shower really quick, wanna join?” he smirked. 

“Normally, I would, but I spent a good amount of time on this look and I’d hate to ruin it in the shower,” you said. 

“You know you don’t have to get all done up to impress me or anything,” he said. 

“I know, but I wanted to look nice,” you smiled. “Now, go and shower.” 

“Ugh, fine,” he said grabbing his toiletry bag. “I’ll be out in a few,” he said kissing you quickly and going into the bathroom. 

While Harry was in the shower, you lit all the candles and put on some music. You had some champagne brought to the room and you opened it to pour two glasses. You also had some fruit sent up as well. You set everything up and lowered the lights. 

The shower turned off and a few minutes later, he came out wrapped in a towel. He looked around at the candles and smiled. 

“Someone’s trying to be romantic,” he smirked walking over to you. 

“Well, I figured it would be nice to have a nice night in without feeling rushed,” you smiled handing him a glass of champagne. 

“A romantic night in sounds amazing,” he smiled. 

You grabbed the plate of fruit and climbed on the bed. Harry smiled joining you and laying next to you before grabbing a strawberry. 

“So, how did the show go?” You asked. 

“It went well. I had so much fun,” he smiled. “And the performance was amazing if I do say so myself.” 

“I’m sure you did great,” you smiled. “What about the interview?” 

“Really short, but we played this little game about asking about rumors about me and they zoomed in on my face. Most of them were ridiculous, but then they mentioned about us and I tried to keep a straight face, I really did, but I broke a bit and recovered quickly, but everyone was taking that as a yes,” he laughed. 

“Way to go,” you joked. 

“What? I’m not good at lying!” he laughed. 

“Apparently,” you said. 

“I’m just happy,” he smiled. 

“So am I,” you smiled. “Happier than I’ve been in a long time.” 

“Same here,” he said. “So, I told Gemma about us.” 

“How did she react?” you asked. 

“Not good at first,” he admitted. “She just kept bringing up our past and how it doesn’t seem like a good idea that we’re getting back together. And that she didn’t want to see me get hurt again, but I told her about how much I loved you and how happy being with you made me and she eventually decided that she would support my decision.” 

You sighed downing the rest of your champagne. 

“Hey,” he said taking your hand. “It’s okay, she’ll come around.” 

“I hope so,” you sighed. “We used to be really close, she was like my best friend, but then everything changed.” 

“Well, hopefully, the longer we’re together, the more you two can work on your friendship,” he smiled. 

“I’d like that,” you smiled. 

“You know what I’d like?” he smirked leaning closer to you. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Some of those kiwis,” he smirked leaning over you and grabbing some slices off the plate. 

You laughed. “Didn’t you eat on the plane?” 

“Yeah, but I’m still hungry,” he smirked. 

“We can order some food you know,” you laughed. 

“Nope. I don’t have time for that,” he said. 

“Oh, really?” You asked. “Why not?” 

“Because” he smirked pulling you on top of him. “We have things to do.” 

You giggled looking down at him. You tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned down to kiss him. He deepened the kiss as soon as you lips touched and put his hands on your hips as you straddled him. 

As you kissed him, you moved your hips a little causing him to let out a moan against your lips. He ran his hands up and down your thighs before sitting you both up. 

“Let’s see what’s under this, shall we?” he smirked pulling away and untying your robe. 

“I have a feeling you’re really going to like it,” you smirked. 

He let the sides of your robe fall and he pushed the robe off of your shoulders. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I see you got the red one.” 

“I did,” you smirked. “What do you think?” 

“I think I want to see more of it.” he smirked. 

You giggled getting off his lap to stand up next to the bed. He was staring at you with both lust and admiration. You smirked and turned around to show him the back. 

“Fucking hell,” he mumbled. “Now, get back over here.” 

You laughed as he pulled you back over him. He kissed your stomach and ran his hand over your bum. “You’re so beautiful,” he said with a kiss along your stomach. “And sexy,” he whispered with a kiss over the tops of your chest. “And fucking gorgeous,”  he whispered against your neck. “And funny,” he smirked kissing along your shoulder. “And talented,” he whispered. “And nice. And the best person I know. And did I mention beautiful?” 

You nodded. “You did.” 

He nodded turning back around you face you. “And you’re mine,” he whispered before pulling you in for a kiss. 

**

Later that night, Harry laid his head on your chest. You smiled playing with his hair. 

“I love you,” you whispered. 

He turned his head to look up at you. “I love you too, baby.” 

“So, we should probably order some dinner,” you laughed. “I’m starving.” 

He laughed. “Me too, but I don’t wanna move. Your boobs are the best pillows,” he smirked. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed. 

“What? It’s true,” he said. 

You giggled. “Remember that time after we first started dating and you were at backstage at my show and you didn’t realize I was changing, so you walked into my dressing room and you stood there forever before you realized I was a bit naked and then you tried to leave the room super fast and ended up running into the wall,” 

“Oh god, that was so painful,” he laughed. “I had a huge bruise on my forehead for weeks and the entire show, I kept thinking about you and I felt so bad because we obviously hadn’t taken that next step yet.” 

“Yeah, you were so embarrassed,” you giggled. “It was cute though.” 

He laughed. “I was just trying not to think about it so I didn’t pop a boner.” 

“Aww,” you laughed. 

He smiled. “You know this right here is what I think I missed the most about us being apart,” he said. “Just laying here and talking. Just being together.” 

“We used to do this all the time,” you nodded. “We would just stay in and be together. I think that’s why we grew so close because we didn’t always go out for fancy dinners or a night out at the club. We were both fine with just having a quiet night in watching movies or something.” 

“Among other things,” he smirked looking up at you. 

“That’s true,” you laughed. “Can you hand me the phone? I’m gonna call in an order.” 

He groaned dramatically before reaching over for the phone and handing it to you. 

You dialed the number for room service and waited for the to pick up. While you waited to place the order, Harry smirked to himself and started kissing down your stomach. 

You gave him a look and he looked back at you innocently. 

“Oh, hi, I would like to place a dinner order to be delivered,” you said. 

“Okay, whenever you’re ready,” they said on the other line. 

Harry had now disappeared under the sheets and was kissing your thighs. 

“Stop it,” you whispered pulling the phone away from you. 

You felt him smirk against your thigh and you rolled your eyes. 

“I need two cheeseburgers with everything and fries. I would like a bowl of the house salad with the dressing on the side,” you said. 

Harry smirked while he moved your legs apart a bit and kisses his way your thigh. 

You gasp and pull the phone away from you. “I’m on phone,” you gasp. 

He shrugged and you groaned. 

“Okay, so two cheeseburgers with everything, fries, a bowl of house salad with dressing on the side, and would you like more champagne?” They asked. 

You were holding back a moan as you listened to them list off the order. 

“Ah…yeah…that’s uh… fine,” you mumbled out. 

“Great. Everything will be delivered in about twenty minutes,” they said. 

“Sounds….Good,” you said before throwing the phone to the side. 

Harry sneaked out from under the sheets and looked at you. 

“What the hell was that?” You asked. 

“Nothing… Nothing at all,” he smirked. 

You playfully glared at him. “Well, you better finish where you left off with that nothing.” 

“Don’t mind if I do,” he smirked. 

**

By the time, you two had finished a quick round of fooling around there was a knock on the door. You quickly rolled off of Harry, who got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his waist before walking over to get the door. He took the cart of food from the guy and gave him a tip before thanking him and closing the door. 

“Food!” You laughed putting Harry’s shirt on. 

“Did I say you could borrow that?” He asked bringing the food over to the bed. 

“Didn’t have too. I’m pretty sure I bought it for you a few years ago and it looks better on me anyway,” you smirked. 

“Damn, you didn’t have to mean about it,” he whined. “But yeah, it does look pretty good on you.” 

You laughed and grabbed your plate of food and put some of the salad on the another plate. 

“Want some water?” He asked. 

You nodded and he grabbed two bottles and handed one to you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled giving him a kiss. 

After you both ate, you laid down on the bed and turned on a movie. Harry wrapped his arms around you and held you to his chest. You smiled as you cuddled into him and he kissed the top of your head. You two spent the rest of the night watching a movie before finally falling asleep. 


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To say Yuuri was tired wouldn’t have been the proper chose of words.

No, it wasn’t enough, it needed more force, more emphasis…Exhausted? Maybe, it sounded better. But it was still incomplete. It still lacked a certain something, a certain feeling of fatigue, and maybe a few more kilos on his heavy lids…

Yuuri felt like dying.

Yes, that was the term he was looking for. Yuuri was dying.

He had never worked so hard in his entire life. Never had woken up at six, only to squeeze himself into his skating clothes and gulp down his breakfast in unhealthy speeds, and going jogging with his stomach still full for an hour to warm up his muscles. He had to make sure he was standing at the edge of the ice rink before the clock hit eight. Viktor didn’t like it when he got to the rink and Yuuri wasn’t already there, with his skates on, waiting for him.

“Back when I was a competitive skater…” he always said, as if he hadn’t retired just some months ago “…by the time you wake up in the mornings, I was already practicing quadruples and…”

The funny thing was that he spoke as if they hadn’t been married for years, and as if Yuuri hadn’t witnessed that all the stuff he said, wasn’t exactly true.

He actually missed those days when they were both still in competition. It had been barely last season, and yet it felt like an eternity of time, a way too distant feeling of warmness he could only invoke in memories.

As a coach, Viktor wasn’t nearly as fun than as a rink mate. He might have been goofy and fun, but he was actually really demanding too. He was just as obsessed with the idea of gold as Yuuri was, and he wouldn’t rest until he saw his husband on the top of the podium.

Only that, from the podium, his poor husband fell directly onto bed; trying to ingratiate with his own wretched body until his head stopped spinning and his muscles ceased burning.

After every competition, Yuuri felt drained. He wasn’t as young as he used to be. Time added candles to his birthday cakes and new noises and aches to his joints as he stretched. And he knew that, in the term of one year or two, he would be just where Viktor was right then: from the other side of the rink’s railing, standing on solid ground.

That’s why he pushed himself past his limits, too. That’s why he let Viktor squeeze more and more training into his crowded schedule, force him into a strict diet, and cut out his hours of sleep. That’s why he didn’t mind when he felt like dying.

Those may have been the last years at the sport, his sport. Their sport. And he wanted to seize them to the fullest.

However, that didn’t change he was shattered.

And it wasn’t only training what tired Yuuri out, no, it was way more than that. If there was one thing that managed to drain every drop of remaining energy from him after a long day, was dealing with paparazzi.

Don’t get him wrong, he was always very kind and answered all the questions about his routines with no complaints. There were a bunch of gossip magazines that liked to ask him on his relationship with Viktor as well, but he had also (somehow) got used to those too.

But sometimes, what he saw as he left the rink after a competition, weren’t reporters but a damn horde.

Being an introvert person, he wasn’t comfortable with being in the center of a camera circle, squished between hurried legs and bumping shoulders, with a thousand microphones pointing at his face.

He usually managed to slide away in the shadows, escape the multitude before someone recognized him and pushed him into an unwanted interrogation. But there were other days where the crowd would suck him in like the sea’s current and there were no more vital signs from Yuuri Katsuki for hours but the televised picture of his exhausted face.

That day had been one of those days.

The worst part was that, instead of answering the usual questions about his routines and his passion, he had been forced to talk about something rather intimate instead. And no, it didn’t have to do with Viktor, at all. It had to do with himself:

His retirement.

Reporters didn’t seem to mind pressing a finger on the sore. And, by the end of the day, Yuuri’s brain was suffering short-circuit.

When he finally managed to run away from the microphones and his own insecurities, he hopped onto the rented car where Yurio, Yakov and Viktor were already waiting for him to get back to the hotel. How Yurio had got away from the mob before him, he had no idea. He didn’t care, either.

Right then, with the lulling sway of the car’s engine and the heat and perfume emanating from his husband right next to him, all he cared about, was resting.

“Tough day, huh?” Viktor chuckled, as he saw him rest his head on his shoulder.

Yuuri barely hummed in agreement, feeling his lids already getting sticky with slumber, and the noise of the street beginning to fade away.

“Is he asleep? Already??” Yurio tried to get a peek of his face, but it was hard to see when it was buried so deeply onto the other’s coat. The way his shoulders were slowly raising and dropping though, together with the light snoring, were more than enough evidence “Pathetic”

Vikotr shushed him, wanting to keep Yuuri from waking up, since he felt fairly responsible for his exhaustion. He shifted his body kindly, with the delicacy and tactfulness he had only ever cared to show on the ice, wanting to make sure his husband was comfortable and that nothing interrupted his sleep.

“Lower your voice, Yura” he said, tracing his fingers through dark, gelled hair “the trip is quite long, and he needs some rest”

“Ugh, can’t you wait till we get to the hotel to be loving and disgusting?” Yurio added, turning to look through the window and away from the cuddling couple.

However, as he was about to allow his mind to get lost in the view, he heard quite an odd noise coming from behind his back.

“What’s that?” he asked, perking his ears to catch the babbling slipping through Yuuri’s dozed lips.

“Oh, he sometimes talks in his sleep” Viktor chuckled softly, the vibration of his laughter causing his sleeping beauty to move a little as he continued with his mumbling “Poor thing” he said, tucking a lock of hair away from his itching nose “he only does that when he’s really exhausted”

“What is he saying, anyways?”

Both of them made silence, attention fully set on the senseless mouthing.

“Hmm…no…I don’t….I don’t know, miss”

“Oh, he’s talking in English” Viktor said, surprised “most times he just mumbles Japanese”

“But what is he talking about?” Yurio insisted, getting nearer.

“Please no…I won’t…answer that, miss”

“He’s dreaming about the reporters, whoa, he surely is stressed” His husband debated if he should maybe wake him up, since he didn’t deserve to be troubled even in his sleep. But then he realized that would have been even worst, and decided to try another strategy instead. Slowly, he leaned in and warmly whispered into his ear: “Yuuri??”

“What are you doing?” Yurio stared, rolling his eyes at the sweet affection on the other’s voice “Didn’t you say you would let him sleep?”

However, Viktor ignored him.

“Yuuri, calm down, it’s ok” He murmured gently, watching the small, confused frown forming between his brows “Can you hear me, Yuuri?”

“I hear you, miss….but I can’t answer that question…please don’t…”

“No, Yuuri” Viktor giggled, trying to muffle the noise. Even Yurio laughed a bit, staring in disbelief “I’m no miss, it’s me”

“You…who?”

“Santa Claus” Yurio replied mischievously, and Viktor pushed him away, not missing the way Yuuri sulked uncomfortably.

“What…hmm…why does Santa…”

“I’m not Santa, babe. It’s me, Viktor”

“Vitya?”

His heart went from beating solid to boiling liquid in about two seconds.

“Yes, love. I’m here”

“Oh…thank god”

Viktor chortled, caressing his face with his knuckles, noticing how his expression began to relax.

Yurio kept silent this time, pretending disinterest, as he stared with the corner of his eye.

“Did they ask too many questions? Where they torturing you, love?” what started with sincere, kind intentions, turned into a laughing matter as Viktor tried to get advantage of  his drowsy vulnerability “Tell me, Yuuri, what happened”

The poor guy nodded in his sleep, and his husband had to bite his lip as not to squeal from the adorableness.

“They asked…many questions…I…” He mumbled, shifting a bit “…they were rude”

“I bet they were”

“Hm…but you are here…”

“Of course I am” Viktor fooled around, enjoying the whole situation much more than he really should “I needed to save you from the press, after all”

“Ah…thank you” Yuuri smiled, sinking further onto his hold “hmm…I love you”

And that, ladies and gentleman, is how Viktor Nikiforov broke.

“AIIISHH I LOVE YOU TOO” He screamed, taking his husband’s face between his hands and kissing him everywhere. Mouth, nose, cheeks, forehead…no place was safe from the assault “YOU ARE SO CUTE OH MY GOD”

“Uh?” Confused, Yuuri woke up. He blinked clumsily, batting his heavy lids, and trying to understand where he was and what was the fuss all about “What?”

“You woke him up, you fucking idiot!” Yurio complaint, pointing at the puzzled ball of slumber.

“Why is he…?” Talking and breathing were both difficult with the attack of eager kisses cutting him off “What happened?”

“Aww, Yuuri!” Viktor exclaimed, rubbing their cheeks together affectionately “You just said you loved me in your sleep!”

“Hmn…don’t I say it enough while I’m awake?”

“You two are repulsive” Yurio bickered, turning back to stare at the window again “Ugh, don’t even talk to me”

“Hmm, Vitya?” Yuuri yawned “what time is it?”

“It doesn’t matter” he answered, kissing the top of his head and hugging him against his chest again “go back to sleep, love. I’ll wake you up once we get to the hotel”

“Oh…ok” he mumbled, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, and taking in a big breath “Thank you”

“You are welcome” Viktor smiled, cuddling against his sleepy husband “I love you, too”

Yes, Yuuri was tired, Yuuri was exhausted, and Yuuri felt like dying.

But Yuuri was also in love, both with the sport and with the man who had pushed him through it. And when Yuuri was in love, just like on the ice, he was unstoppable.

taylor-tut  asked:

I'm so excited you're writing! Maybe a prompt where Lance gets sick and goes into Keith's room to ask for help, but finds Keith havin' a crisis about the stress of maybe leading Voltron some day, or about a crush he has, or something. So Lance is helping him out and they're just sitting on his floor, chatting Keith through his feelings, and Lance gets progressively quieter and makes less sense until Keith finds out he's got a fever and was here for help and decided Keith was more important?

Yeeeeeees. Thank you so much for this prompt!

My first sickfic, y’all! This takes place after the end of season 2.

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Lance may not be confident about a lot of things in his life, but he knew one thing for sure:

He was sick.

What began as a low throbbing headache a day or so prior had since escalated to a full-fledged migraine, accompanied with congestion, and dry clamminess of what he hoped wasn’t the start of a fever. He had tried to brush it off, telling himself that it was just exhaustion from the back to back missions they’d been on, but the way Lance woke up that morning made him finally accept the fact that it was more than just being tired. He pulled on his jacket with a bit more effort than normal before he stifled a sneeze or two into the crook of his elbow as soon as he got the jacket on. He groaned in pain as the throbbing in his head worsened and he had to admit it: he needed help.

He crossed his arms, walking out of his room as the door hissed open. Who could he go to? Allura and Coran were no doubt neck deep in plans for their next mission, he didn’t want to bother them. And Pidge and Hunk had been talking about staying up all night to work on some tracking tech to find Shiro, so he assumed they were either still working or passed out by now. He walked out of his room, his eyes half lidded as he looked down both ends of the chilly hallway. Man, what he wouldn’t give to be able to tell Shiro. He probably still wouldn’t have, he hated to worry the team on his behalf, but his leader’s kind eyes and gentle actions were badly missed right about now. It had only been a couple weeks since his disappearance, and the loss still fell heavy on the team. No one was resting easy, not until they found Shiro, but of course it had to be Lance that fell ill from it all. He bit his lip glancing to his right as he walked down to the next door.

“Keith?”

Lance knocked weakly on his door, suppressing a couple coughs under his breath as he waited for the door to slide open, or Keith’s voice to beckon him in. He heard neither. Lance frowned and glanced around, had he gone to the training deck? He seemed to be doing that a lot after Shiro’s disappearance… well, even more than he had previously. Out of everyone, Keith had taken it the hardest. It made sense, him and Shiro had known each other before they became paladins, and now with him gone… well, Keith had voiced to everyone Shiro’s wishes of a replacement leader.

Lance was about to turn and go back to his room when he heard a noise come from inside the room. He frowned, so Keith was in there. Was he ignoring him? ‘Ass.’ He thought to himself, his sour mood from being ill flaring even more with the thought that the one person he thought he could go to on this ship was ignoring him and damn it, he was going to give Keith a piece of his mind. He reached over and pressed on the button to open the door, the panel sliding open with a hiss. Lance already had his mouth open, ready to spew his thoughts on the matter before it all faltered. Keith was in his room, sitting on the ground with his knees pulled up to his chest and his gloved hands rung and gripped into his hair.

Lance’s eyes widened and any form of negativity flew out the airlock as he walked over hesitantly.

“Keith? Hey, buddy… you okay?”

“Leave me alone, Lance.” A muffled voice sounded from in between his knees. It was a little too shaky for Lance’s liking. He didn’t like hearing Keith like this.

“Hey, come on. If something’s bothering you, you know you can talk to me, right?” Lance suggested as he sat down next to Keith, crossing his legs as he put a hand on his head momentarily to try and stop the room from spinning. He shook it off as he continued, “I know you think you have to go through all of this alone, but know that we’re all going through this too—“

Before Lance could finish his sentence he was cut off by Keith, who finally looked up at him, the threat of tears glistening in his violet eyes.

“You’re not all going through this too! You’re not the one Shiro put in charge to lead Voltron! You’re not the one who now has to make sure we all don’t die! You’re not the one who will be blamed if all of this goes to hell in a handbasket!” Keith was yelling, his breath erratic as he gripped his hair again, his voice softening if only in defeat, “I don’t know why Shiro thought I could handle this… he should’ve given the command to Allura. Allura would be an amazing leader! I… I’m just some damn dropout who relies too much on instinct to even think about leading a team and—“

“Keith.” Lance interrupted, putting a hand on his fellow paladin as he subtly cleared his throat, all thoughts of telling Keith how he was feeling had disappeared, he needed Lance much more right now. “Calm down. Breathe.”

Keith looked down at the floor he sat on for another moment before taking a few breaths, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he leaned back against the side of his bed. “I can’t do this, Lance…”

“Nonsense.” Lance gave a grin, “I mean, obviously Shiro chose you for a reason, right? I feel like we should give him the benefit of the doubt that he knew what he was doing.” He said in the most cheerful way he could. “I mean, look! You basically lead us through our last two missions, and they turned out fine! I think you’re doing fine.”

“Yeah?” Keith glanced over at Lance slightly, noting that it was strange how pale the blue paladin seemed. But perhaps it was just the harsh lighting of his room.

“Yeah! Like, holy quiznak, when you took down that drone right before it could fire at me, you saved me dude! That seems pretty leaderly to me. And when—“ his peptalk was cut off by a string of wet, congested coughs that he buried once again in the elbow of his jacket. “—And when—“ he tried again. When had the room begun spinning again?

“Lance??”

He could hear Keith’s voice, but it sounded muffled. Like he was underwater. He looked at Keith’s face, it took far too long for him to register that the black haired boy was looking back at him with a wide eyed look of concern. “—when—“ he tried to start once more before the room tilted sharply, his body following along with it.

“LANCE!”

When Lance came to, he was in a bed. His bed, he concluded by the smell of his conditioner on the pillow. How had he gotten here? He opened his bleary eyes and brought the heel of his palm to his eye to try and rub the blurriness away when a shift from the bottom of the bed made him jump and look in that direction. At the end of the bed was the red paladin himself, his arms crossed and his head leaned back against the wall the bed stood against, his eyes closed. Keith opened his eyes slightly after a second, glancing at Lance like it was something he had been doing regularly before he did a double take and sat up straight, “You’re awake.” He didn’t even try to mask the relief that coated his words.

“Y-yeah” Lance rasped, his sore voice not cooperating as he coughed a few times into his pillow.

“No, no talking.” Keith scooted up closer, “you scared the hell out of me. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well??”

Lance opened his mouth to speak before a warning look from Keith made him close his mouth with a frown. “You want me to answer you or not??” he choked out.

“I just—ugh.” Keith groaned as he exhaled, “Just try to go back to sleep, okay? I told Hunk, and he’s trying to make you the space equivalent of chicken noodle soup. So…” Keith’s voice softened, “just rest up until he figures that out.”

Lance simply gave a nod as he turned on his side glancing up at Keith as his tired eyes slowly began to shut.

Keith sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, and Lance’s final thoughts before dozing back off was that that was a habit Keith had definitely picked up from Shiro over the time being spent together.

He knows Keith is going to do just fine as leader.

Music Series: My Everything by Ariana Grande

Ugh! If you aren’t sure about this story, blame Jimmy and Harry. Their episode of SNL replayed tonight, distracting me, and I stayed up way too late after getting little sleep the past couple of days, and driving a few hundred miles since yesterday afternoon.

I rewrote this entire story three times, unhappy with the direction it was going and still not sure that I love it, but I need sleep and wanted to post it first. I did save the original versions for use with any other lyric they may fit, but I hope this one makes sense in my bleariness.

I hope you like it, Anon, and thank you for requesting! (I apologize for it being a bit shorter, too, but I literally keep falling asleep in front of my laptop. Much love to you!)

This is “My Everything” by Ariana Grande. You can find it HERE on Spotify, if you would like to listen.

zzzzzzz…….

Shelli

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I cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them

And then it was clear

I can’t deny, I really miss him

To think that I was wrong

I guess you don’t know what you got ‘til it’s gone

Pain is just a consequence of love

I’m sayin’ sorry for the sake of us

“I’m sorry,” you say into your phone to Harry. “Please, can we just talk?”

“I don’t know,” he replied softly. “I think, maybe, I need a bit of time. To think.”

You sniff and Harry’s throat catches slightly, knowing you are trying to hide the fact that you’ve been crying.

“Listen,” he says, breathing out audibly. “You accused me of cheating on you. I’m so hurt by that! I would never do that to you. How could you think…”

Harry hears you crying and wipes a tear from his own eye.

“I need some time to think about this, I’m sorry,” Harry said, and with that you heard the call disconnect.

He wasn’t my everything 'til we were nothing

And it’s taking me a lot to say

But now that he’s gone, my heart is missing something

So it’s time I push my pride away

'Cause you are, You are, You are my everything

You had been so sure. Everything had made sense at the time. Harry had been spending so much time away from you, that doubts had started creeping in, and your history of bad experiences and heartbreak didn’t help. He always said it was work, but the more it happened, the more your insecurities took over, and you began feeling like you were losing him. When you started seeing photos online of him with a beautiful woman, you began thinking the worst.

But it wasn’t until one evening, when Harry had told you he was working late, that you finally broke. As you sat at home by yourself, you had checked your social accounts and found you had been tagged in many posts. It wasn’t unusual, being associated with Harry…it happened often. But the attached photos seemed to tell a different story.

Your heart shattered when you saw Harry with the beautiful woman, both dressed to the nines, smiling happily in every photo, with her hanging all over your man. Even now, believing him when he said it wasn’t true, it still hurt seeing the images in your mind.

I know you’re not far but I still can’t handle all the distance

You’re traveling with my heart

I hope this is a temporary feeling

'Cause it’s too much to bear

Without you and I know sorry ain’t the cure

If I cross your mind just know I’m yours

'Cause what we got is worth fighting for

'Cause you are…

You respected Harry’s request and left him alone to think. No texts…no calls…no going to him to beg forgiveness or to talk. You had explained everything already, and you knew as soon as you saw the look on his face, that you were wrong. You hurt him by asking him if he was cheating on you with the woman in the photos. You didn’t even know who she was, he had never mentioned her. Now you hated yourself for not trusting enough.

When several days had passed without Harry contacting you, you assumed he wasn’t going to, your answer found in his silence and shunning. Your head on your tear-dampened pillow, you sniff, grabbing your phone and texting him one last time.

‘I’m so sorry. I’ll always love you, Harry, and I hope you find your happiness with someone who deserves your love.’

You waited to see if he would reply, and when he didn’t, you cried, knowing not only was it over, but you wouldn’t be able to stay there any longer. Being in the same city as he, it would be too difficult and too tempting to not let go, making it harder on both of you.

All you wanted was to leave, to be far away from the world with Harry that you knew. You were embarrassed and ashamed, and you didn’t deserve someone like Harry. You should have trusted him completely, instead of listening to the stupid comments on social media, and looking at the photos until you were convinced he was unfaithful. The woman was so beautiful, and you should just feel lucky that you had the time you’d had with Harry.

“Please, stay and…and I’ll call Harry for you,” your roommate begs, grabbing her phone to make the call. “He’s just upset. Guys like to make women a little crazy sometimes, you know? Just, don’t go. How will that help you get back together with him?”

“He never texted back. It’s over. I fucked up and he won’t forgive me. He doesn’t want me anymore,” you sulked. “I can’t stay here. He doesn’t want me here.”

Packing your things, you made your flight arrangements and apologized to your roommate for leaving so suddenly. After a tearful goodbye, you grab your bag and leave as soon as the taxi arrives. The entire drive to the airport was miserable. You were sure your cabbie thought you were completely insane.

As you sit in the airport, hearing your flight called, you stand and grab your bag, walking with the flow of people, before suddenly feeling a hand grab you.

“Don’t leave!” Harry nearly shouted, gasping for breath, having ran the entire airport to find you. “Please, don’t leave!”

You weren’t my everything 'til we were nothing

And it’s taking me a lot to say

Now that you’re gone, my heart is missing something

So it’s time I push my pride away

You are, you are, you are my everything

Late Night (Connor Murphy x Reader)

AN: This is a last minute drabble I needed to write so I would feel better. Its unedited and short– I’m sorry, loves. I also did this on mobile so its not particularly fancy.

TW; swearing, weed?

WC; 519 I think

A sigh escaped your lips as you rolled over in bed, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You were being haunted by insomnia, and insomnia was a bitch. You grunted as you leaned over and reached for your phone the third time that night. You didn’t know what you were going to do on it, but it was better than staring into the darkness of your room.

You had ended up scrolling through your contacts somehow, debating on calling Connor or Evan. You looked at the digital clock on the side of your bed.

“2:13, and I can’t sleep.” You mumbled, pity weaving its way into your words.

Evan was probably asleep, but maybe Connor was awake.

“Ugh. Connor- that beautiful son of a bitch.” You giggled to yourself, the lack of sleep getting to you.

‘Hey– u awake??’ You texted Connor, almost immediately getting a response.

‘Yes. Call me??’

You clicked the face time button, rolling onto your side. It rung for a second, then was answered.

“I said call, not FaceTime.” Connor grumbled, an orange light illuminating his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I wanted to see you.” You mumbled, your eyelids heavy.

Connor’s face turned pink, and he exhaled smoke. His eyes were red.

“Are you smoking?” You squinted, a tired laugh emitting from your lips.

“Smokin’ hot.” Connor blew out more smoke, a smirk on his face.

“True that.” You grumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“I can’t even see you, turn some damned lights on.” Connor complained, leaning in towards the camera.

“No- too tired.” You whispered, your eyes closing. Connor chuckled and set his joint down.

“Go to sleep, then.” Connor smiled slightly.

“It’s not that fuckin’ easy, Murphy.” You mumbled, putting your hands on your eyes.

Connor was silent, trying to think of ways he could help you.

“Sing for me, Murphy.” You whispered.

“What? No.” Connor could’ve laughed, but he knew you were serious.

“Sing.” You said sternly, making Connor blush.

“Jesus, fine, fine.” Connor cleared his throat and started to sing a slow song awkwardly. He wasn’t the best singer, but it was good enough to lull you to sleep.

You smiled as your eyes closed, and you whispered a barely audible goodnight. Once you were asleep Connor stopped singing and turned red, smiling at you.

“God, you’re a cute one. Love you, (L/n).” Connor didn’t end the call, but he went to bed with the camera still on him.

The next morning you had woken up few
minutes before him, watching him sleep until he woke up to hear you talking.

“I’m in love with you, Connor.” You mumbled, your face in your hands.

“Well, that’s good, because I love you too.” You heard Connors morning voice croak, and you looked up and blushed.

“I’m coming over, by the way.” Connor smirked.

Shut up! (Mojo Rawley/OFC)

Fandom: WWE

Rated: M for smut

While Gronk and Mojo are downstairs in the gym getting hyped for another match, Mojo’s girl is upstairs trying to sleep. When she finally has enough, she goes downstairs in nothing but Mojo’s old football jersey and tells them to shut up. Mojo is surprised and oddly turned on by his angry girlfriend.



“LETS GO MOJO! LETS GO!”

THWACK!

“GET HYPED! STAY HYPED!”

I lay in bed listening to my boyfriend and his friend Gronk get hyped for about an hour. Mojo had a big match tomorrow night, and Gronk was here to give Mojo his infamous hype up. Ever since they posted that one video on Instagram, this was a regular ritual for every big match. I wouldn’t mind it as much if they didn’t do it this late. Suddenly more yelling and another smack against Mojo’s chest echoed all the way upstairs. Trying to drown out the sound, I threw the blankets over my head, but it didn’t help. “Damn it, Mojo!” I groaned throwing the blankets off. Swinging my bare legs off the bed, I fixed Mojo’s jersey I was wearing and head downstairs.

The sound of their ritual was getting louder and louder the closer I got. Gronk and Mojo were screaming like crazy. I walked down the stairs to see both men jumping around screaming, “LETS GO BABY!!! LETS GO!!!” Their screaming was annoying, but the sight of my boyfriend shirtless wasn’t a bad view. All across Mojo’s chest was red marks from Gronk’s slaps, and his face was red from screaming. Finally I had enough, “HEY!!!” Both men stopped jumping around and looked at me standing on the stairs. Mojo’s eyes scanned my entire body, and his stance was tense from all his hype.

“Can you two shut up?!? I’m trying to sleep!!!” I growled.

Gronk took it upon himself to answer, “Sorry, girl, but we gotta get Mo-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah get Mojo hyped. I don’t mind that y'all do that, but not this fucking late!!!” I yelled.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Mojo said.

“Do you two have any idea what time it is?” I nearly yelled.

“Not really. We lost track of time,” Mojo answered almost sheepishly.

“Damn, girl. Chill out,” Gronk added.

I glared at him, “Just…ugh! I’m going to bed. Keep it down.”

As I headed upstairs, I heard them talking about something. I didn’t pay any attention to it because I was fuming. Throwing myself onto the bed, I didn’t bother to throw the covers on my body. Off in the distance, a door opened and closed followed by the sound of heavy footfall walking towards the bedroom. “Baby?” Mojo asked as he walked. I didn’t answer. I just rolled onto my side. I heard him shuffle around before he spoke again, “Have I ever told you how hot you are when you’re angry?” His voice sounded strained, and I turned over and saw his tense form standing at the end of the bed.

My eyes ran over his muscles all the way down to the giant bulge in his sweat pants. I had to admit he was incredibly hot right now, but I was still angry, “I’m still mad at you.”

“I know, baby,” Mojo said.

I could tell he wanted to ask for something, but he kept quiet. The thought of having angry sex with my hot, sweaty, and hyped boyfriend sounded great. The dirty thoughts wouldn’t stop and Mojo’s heavy breathing were wearing me down. “Oh fuck it!” I said jumping up and throwing myself on him. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck. Our lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Mojo groaned into my mouth as I gripped his neck tighter. Mojo shoved me up against a wall and started to grind his hard against my core. I moaned and gasped as he sucked on my neck. “You know we were live streaming when you came down there,” he groaned, “All my fans saw how sexy you looked in my jersey.”

“What they say?” I asked before I moaned.

“They thought you were sexy as hell,” he growled, jealousy in his voice.

One of his hands came up and grabbed my breast. “You’re my girl! Ain’t nobody allowed to say shit like that about you!“ he growled. “Oh my god just shut up and fuck me!” I moaned. Mojo suddenly threw me on the bed and practically tore the jersey and my panties off. I saw a wet patch on the front of his sweats where he had been grinding against my soaked panties. I watched Mojo grab his dick through his sweats, and I involuntarily rubbed my thighs together. His hands roughly spread my legs apart, and he quickly kneeled down until his mouth was over my pussy. “You’re hot when you’re mad!” he growled. I arched my hips up closer to his mouth, but he held my hips down before taking a long lick up my core.

“You suck!” I whined as he teased me.

“And you swallow,” he smirked.

He started to eat me out faster, making my back arch off the mattress. Mojo’s calloused fingers gripped tightly to my thighs to keep my legs open. “C’mon, baby. Cum for me,” he groaned. His beard scratched my skin as he sucked on my clit, sending me over the edge. “Mojo!” I whined. He licked me until I was squirming with over-stimulation. I watched as he pulled away, licking his lips and messing with his sweats. I sat up, impatience and need fueling my actions, and pulled his sweats down. “No time for that,” he growled shoving me down. Mojo laid on top of me and snapped his hips roughly against me. I cried out feeling him stretch me, and I dug my nails into his back.

“You still mad at me?” he panted.

“God yes!” I growled.

Mojo started moving at a rapid pace making me moan and cry out in pleasure. My fingers dug into his tense back muscles, “C'mon you can do better than tha-AH SHIT!” One hand gripped the back of his neck while the other held his flexing bicep as he sped his pace up and pounded into me harder. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re like this, baby!” I moaned. He suddenly picked me up and pinned me against the wall. My back ached from it hitting the hard surface, but I didn’t care. He fucked me deeper, and I thought I was about to fall apart. “That better?” he growled. My nails dug into his biceps as I gasped and moaned like a pornstar. Mojo’s hand suddenly came up and pulled my hair, exposing my neck for him to suck and bite on.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum again!” I cried.

“Not yet you ain’t!” he groaned as he stopped moving.

I whined in protest, “Mojo! Please baby.”

I tried to move my hips for me friction, but he held me still, “I thought you were still mad at me?” I could feel the smirk pressed against my neck, satisfied with himself that he was winning, “Say you love me, and I’ll let you cum.” I groaned in frustration followed by a whine of need. “Please baby,” I whined, urging him to move. Mojo shook his head no, “Nuh uh, baby. Say you love me.” I might have been mad at him for keeping me up, but I couldn’t be mad at him forever. “Alright. I love you, baby,” I finally said. He smirked as he suddenly began to pound into me senselessly, “AH FUCK!”

The sound of his grunts and moans in my ear pushed me closer and closer back to the edge which I was dying to fall over. I wrapped my arms around his neck and forced his lips against mine in a rough kiss. He bit down on my lip, causing a moan to escape me. Suddenly, I felt myself shudder around him and scream my release into his mouth. Sucking on my lips and pounding into me, Mojo helped me ride out the rest of my high. Releasing my mouth from his, I felt him suddenly pick up again, “My turn.” A smirk was plastered across his face as he worked on his own orgasm.

I moaned and whined as he moved at a fast pace. It was almost so pleasurable it was torture from how sensitive I was from my previous release. “Cmon, daddy. Cum for me,” I urged, raking my nails down his muscular back. “AH F-FUCK!” he came inside me and pressing me more into the wall. His mouth kissed the side of my neck as he panted and held completely still against me. I held his head close to me letting him relax. Mojo suddenly pulled out, picked me off the wall, and walked to the bed. My back met the soft bed as he set me down, and the mattress dipped as he laid down, wrapping his arms around me.

Laying my head on his chest, I heard him sigh in satisfaction, “We should have angry sex more often.” I giggled, “Keep me up at ten o'clock at night, and we might.”

“I’m sorry we annoyed you, baby. I’ll stop getting hyped,“ he apologized.

“No, don’t stop being hyped! That’s the only reason I’m dating you!” I teased.

“Oh, so you’re only with me so you can ride the hype train, is that it?” he teased.

I laughed and hit his sweaty chest, “Yup!”

We both laughed as he laid on his side to look at me, “I love you, and I’ll keep it down in the middle of the night. Unless we’re fucking. In that case, Imma be loud as hell.” I just laughed and pecked his lips, “I love you too.”

  • Monster from under the bed: Hell~o there sweetheart~! Afraid to go to sleep? Don't worry, I'll make it all better~
  • Cute girl in pajamas: Oh! You'll stay with me tonight? Thank you so much! This is my first time living on my own and I'd like the company
  • Monster: What? No no I'm about to consume your thoughts.
  • Cute girl: Come on! This may be a twin bed but I'll make space
  • Monster: Ugh, fine, but in the morning you're mine
It’s a Date

Anon asked: could you do a haechan we got married scenario pls :) similar to the Mark one but you can change the theme if you want

yO I LOVE. MY KIDDO. so much that this turned out longer than i anticipated but whaTever. i also still know next to nothing about wgm so. here you go i hope you enjoy.^^

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Zhang Yixing//Oh God


Prompt:
You’re a teacher filling in for another class, and having trouble from one of the students. In an attempt to sort it out, you discover that you’re a lot more friendly with his parent than you originally thought.
Scenario: Fluff, smut mention
Word count: 3,837

The walk of shame had actually been more of a parade of triumph this morning, if you were going to be completely honest.
He’d been tall, handsome, muscular and well, you could say he was somewhat talented. You’d been stunned waking up next to him after your slightly drunken one night stand and it was revealed to your sober eyes that he was still as good looking this morning as he was the night before. You’d sneaked out of his room at 7am, down the dark hallway and out of the apartment quietly - as proud of yourself as you were for picking up such a gorgeous man, you weren’t up for the sheer embarrassment that would come with having to part if you’d woken him up too. So you’d bolted out as quickly as possible, texting your best friend and coworker Rani to meet you at the closest coffee house.

So you sat, ignoring the uncomfortable ache in the pit of your stomach - God, you were having flashbacks of his wonderful pelvis in action - and sipped on your coffee, trying to work out what details you’d give to explain your disappearance the night before. Rani spotted you immediately, short dyed blonde hair swinging as she plonked herself down across from you.
“You got laid!” She squealed, and you had to shush her as the other patrons were giving you a disapproving look. “You got laid!” She repeated, quieter, and you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah.”
“So - good or bad?” Her eyes were sparkling with anticipation, “Come on, we need to make this quick, I have an entire class’ homework to mark by tomorrow and I need to facetime my Naniji because it’s her birthday, although God knows what she’ll say about my hair. She may cry.” You took a deep breath in and grinned at your friend’s rambling.
“Okay, okay. So it was really good.” You relented, and she squealed again. “So he spoke Korean, but I’m pretty sure he’s Chinese because on certain words he’d sometimes have an accent.”
“Ooooh.” Rani grinned, and you flicked her forehead from across the table.
“Oooh indeed, because he was the most perfect specimen that’s ever been within a hundred yards of me.”
“Do tell.”
“He was a good height.” You tilted your head, thinking, “He was like…lean but completely ripped. Full on six pack of abs. He had the best hair too, it was all slick and dark and there was this one tendril that kept falling into his eyes and - oh, his eyes.” You could see Rani practically living for this. “They were so intense. He kept doing this thing where he’d look up from under his lashes and slow blink and it was amazing. Like, the biggest turn on.”
“God, I’m so single.” Rani sighed, and you grinned at her again,
“Shall I continue?”
“Yes. Please. He sounds like a slice of heaven.” She leaned her head on the table, looking up at you. “How was he?” Your cheeks burned slightly, but you told her anyway.
“Amazing. Like, best I’ve ever had. I think he must be a dancer or something, because those hips - umph, I can’t even think about it.”
“What kind was it?” She propped her chin on her hand, henna poking out from her sleeve and travelling down her fingers. “Like, slow and sweet or…sexy-time sexy time?”
“Dude, honestly - both.” You warmed your hands on the coffee cup, sighing deeply. “I’m ruined. How the hell am I ever going to drunkenly phone my ex and sleep with him again after this? I don’t think seven minutes in the back of his car is going to cut it after last night’s suitor.”
“Ugh, when was the last time you phoned your ex?”
“Ages ago, don’t worry. My drunk brain seems to have forgotten him.” You giggled, and she looked relieved.
“Thank God.” You swirled the coffee round with your pinkie.
“I didn’t leave my number or anything, I just ran. I just wanted to leave the perfect one night stand the way it was, no disappointment or embarrassment.”
“For once, I’m going to disagree here.” Rani shook her head. “You find a man that can move his hips like that, looks that good and is caring and hot at the same time during sex? You put a ring on it, damn.
“I don’t even know his name.” Her phone buzzed on the table then, and she jumped up.
“Oh God, it’s my Naniji. I need to take this -” She weaved her way through the chairs of the coffeehouse, and you could hear babbled Hindi flowing from her mouth like water in a creek. You shook your head at her hectic personality and life, getting up, too. You needed to finish marking your own class’ reading homework before tomorrow, and frankly, your hangover was not being kind either.

Monday was slightly more hectic than usual, as another class’ teacher was ill, making you cover for her when you should have been having a break, as your class was on a school trip for the next few days. But no, you were stuck covering for the youngest and most boisterous class in the school, so all you expected was constant crazy, non-stop action.
One particular group of 5 year olds, lead by a surprisingly quiet, small boy, kept up the highest energy, making sure you were never off your feet - Zhang Baozhi was like a quiet storm. He had taken a notion in the last few days to constantly convince other kids to do stupid shit, but never take part so as not to get into trouble. You started to miss the 10 year olds you usually taught as you were cleaning paint off the face of the quiet leader of the class that his friends had covered him in.
“Come on Changyun, really, settle down.” You scolded the main perpetrator, but the kid shook his head violently.
“Baozhi told me to!” You looked to the boy whose nose you were wiping sunset orange from delicately, his eyes blinking at you slowly.
“Is that true?” You asked him, your tone serious as you crouched down to meet his eyes. He blinked again, seeming indifferent. “You don’t want to get your friends in trouble, do you?” He sighed, an awfully mature sound coming from this three-and-a-half foot tall child.
“I told him to.”
“See!” Changyun stuck his tongue out at you, then grinned at his friend before hopping back to his seat. You grasped Baozhi under his arms and sat him up on your desk to be able to clean him up without crouching down.
“You can’t keep telling your friends to do these silly things.” You said, your tone soft - not because you thought he was sensitive, but because you knew there was no need for The Teacher Voice, as he would respond the same either way. “We don’t get our friends into trouble, alright?” He shrugged, again, indifferent, and you shook your head slightly, perplexed by the kid. You finished mopping up the hues of blue and pink from his little face and pulled him down from your desk, patting his back to let him know he was free to go back to his seat.

The next day, Baozhi caused much more ruckus with his influence on the other kids, stressing you out to no end. He started a food fight at break time by nudging Jeonghyun to throw his yogurt at Minwon, which took your proper, strict Teacher Voice to defuse that situation. Then, he convinced Eunhye and Dahyoon that it would be fun to braid their hair together, which got horrifically tangled and caused a lot of tears, making you painstakingly sit and part their hair for a half hour while the other kids drew their mother’s day cards. By eleven, he had started a game of whispers round the room, ending with Moonbin shouting at the top of his lungs a Chinese swear - which you only knew due to your old college roommate Biyu, who was an exchange student from Beijing. The last straw was when every kid in the small class other than Baozhi dunked their hands into the class fish tank to try and catch one. Thankfully, you’d managed to stop that before any fishes were harmed, but you decided enough was enough. You had to find out why Baozhi was acting out this way - you’d covered this class before, and he’d never given you a problem then - and so you pulled him aside an hour before school ended to ask him who collected him at the end of the day.
“I get the school bus.” He’d said, and you pursed your lips. You’d just need to phone his parents and ask them if they could come and pick him up so that you could speak to them personally about him. And so, when the kids were taken by the P.E. teacher to run around in the school gym for the last part of the day, you sat in the now-quiet class and dialed up the number you’d found in the office. It almost rang out, but then it was answered by a worried voice.
“Hello?”
“Hi there, am I speaking to the parent or carer of Zhang Baozhi?” You confirmed, tapping a pen against your notebook with all of the small child’s crimes written down.
“Yes, this is his father speaking, why? Is he alright? Why is his school calling me?”
“It’s nothing to worry about, Mr Zhang, I assure you, Baozhi is physically perfect - I’m just calling as his behavior has been slightly, um…” You sucked in at your teeth, “…questionable, these past few days. I was just wondering if there’s any way you could drop by to talk and try to work this out.” There was only silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, and you noticed the similarity between the father and son with their quiet pauses.
“I can’t come by today, but if he stays a half hour later tomorrow after school then I can pick him up and talk then.” You found yourself doodling on the page.
“That sounds good. I can put him in with the after school club in the next classroom, and we can talk while he plays.” You blew air up into the loose strands of your hair, continuing, “Does that work for you?”
“Yes, that’s fine.” You nodded as though he could see you. “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then, Miss.”

3 o’clock rolled round the next day, and you sent Baozhi into the after school club that Rani was taking charge of, hastily cleaning up the classroom of the mess that the kids had left. You,yourself, were quite the sight to behold. At the beginning of the day, you’d been downright adorable - your hair sat perfectly, your makeup was blended and cute, you had on a spotless striped blouse tucked into a black skirt, black tights, little heeled boots.
And by the end of the day, by now, you had green and orange paint spattered across your face like alien freckles, you’d had to roll up the sleeves on your shirt, your skirt was back-to-front, your tights had been ripped at both knees where you had to kneel down to help coax a child out from under the slide in the playground. Your hair was sad and out of place, strands escaping haphazardly, and you’d cast your heels aside for some battered sneakers, but it didn’t matter what you looked like, you thought pathetically, it was just a Bhaozi’s dad. It didn’t matter because all that did matter was making sure he was alright and fixing what wasn’t. So you dashed around, taking paint pots to the sink in the corner and wiping crumbs off of desks when you heard a throat clearing from the doorway. You whipped around, and your eyes widened considerably.
Imagine your surprise when your one-night stand from the weekend was standing in the door, tall and handsome, looking around the classroom curiously, having not lain eyes on you yet. He was dressed almost identically to the way he was in the bar on Saturday - light washed jeans, black fitted tee, sneakers.
“What are you doing here?” You squeaked out, and he let his slow eyes land on you. You watched as his expression mirrored yours, and his mouth dropped open.
“It’s - you - you work here?” He stammered, and you straightened up a little. “You just left…” You could feel your cheeks heating up, especially when you looked down and caught sight of the ladders in your tights. When you looked back up at him, you could feel his discomfort, as though he was trying to figure out an explanation to his appearance. You got impatient then, embarrassed,
“Could you please - can we do this later? I have a meeting scheduled with a kid’s parent right now so could you…” You trailed off as you studied his face, and it dawned on you. The slow blink, the almost indifferent attitude - it was mirrored right here. “Oh my God.” He took a few steps inside the classroom, shutting the door.
“You called about Baozhi.” He said, his voice quiet, and you felt your face drain, bracing yourself against your desk. Rani would have a field day with this one.
“I…” He was looking at you as if bracing your reaction. The thoughts were whirling almost violently in your head, especially when you caught sight of a ring on his finger. “You…oh my God.”
“I know this isn’t ideal-” He started, but you stood up straight, shaking your head violently to cut him off.
“Ideal? This is the worst thing,” His face fell completely, and you felt disgust at yourself and at him overwhelm you. “You have a child - you’re the father of a student I teach -”
“If you-”
“No!” Teacher Voice was on, and he stood stock still. “So you’re what married with a child and you take me home? Are you nuts? Do I - do I look like a home wrecker? I’m a freaking primary school teacher-”
“I’m not married.” He cut you off quietly, and you froze, looking at him suspiciously.
“You have a child and a ring.” You pointed out, your frantic tone dying down. He looked down at his hand and realisation dawned on his features.
“This is actually a family ring. My father gave me it. It’s not a romantic thing.” He twirled it on his finger, turning it and extending it to you so that you could see the Chinese characters spelling out Zhang on the underside.
“Oh.” You leaned back against the desk. “So…you didn’t cheat on anybody with me?” He nose wrinkled slightly and he shook his head determinedly.
“Definitely not. There’s nobody to cheat on.” Another thought burned in your mind and you cringed.
”You better not tell me that Baozhi was home when I…when we…” You shuddered at the unprofessionalism of it all, saying a silent prayer.
”No! God, no, he was staying at Changyun’s house at the weekend.” His face was pale, “I wouldn’t leave my 5 year old son home alone while I went to the bar and took someone home.”
“Alright then.” You muttered.It was quiet then, awkward. You stared at his sneakers, clean white, apart from a scribble in biro pen on the side, which you assumed was down to the child in question. He cleared his throat.
“Uh, so, what’s the matter with Baozhi?” You almost jumped to attention.
“Oh, right!” You gestured for him to follow you round the classroom as you explained all of his child’s misdemeanors and blame ridden leadership of the class. As the final piece of evidence you whirled round to face - oh God, you didn’t know anything other than his name was Zhang Something and that he had rock hard abs under that tee and a pelvis that moved like - Jesus, that was enough, stop thinking -
“This is the last thing he managed to convince the kids to do,” You said, staring him down. He stared right back, occasionally blinking.
“What?” You scrunched your nose.
“Paint,” You clarified, the colours across your face moving as your nose did. He let a small smile creep onto his face, and you stepped back. “So I want to figure out why he’s acting like this. I’ve taught him before and he was a sweet kid. Now he’s like a little dictator. I mean, he was supposed to be writing out his mother’s day card, and all of a sudden, I hear this whisper going round the room, and bam, there it is. Chinese for ‘fuck’.” Zhang’s eyes narrow slightly.
“Wait, what did you say?”
“Chinese for ‘fuck.’”
“No, before that.” You raised an eyebrow at his prying for detail.
“He was supposed to be writing out his mother’s day card?” And it was then that he groaned and stepped back, bumping into a sitting position on a desk.
“What does that have to do with it?” You didn’t get it.
“Baozhi isn’t mine by blood,” He explained, his voice slightly thick, “I took him in as a baby…he never knew his mother, and he doesn’t have anyone like a mother to him.” Your hands flew to your mouth realising that you’d been asking a motherless child to write a card explaining how much he loved his mother.
“Oh my God. Oh my God, I’m the worst.” You whispered, “I should have made sure before I set them the task - oh my God. I can’t believe I did that.”
“No, it’s an easy mistake to make.” He tried to clear it up but you were on full guilt mode.
“Jesus, I might as well have just asked him to bring her into school, oh my God I’m an idiot.”
“Hey, no, it’s fine, I’ll talk to him.” He stood up, his hands on your shoulders, and you sighed heavily.
“I’m so sorry.”
“It’s really alright.” He then let out a huff of breath, letting his hands drop. “I should’ve have noticed Mother’s day was coming up. I usually let the teacher know - Miss Banner knew already, that’s why I didn’t this year.”
“I’m just covering this class right now.” You let him know, “Just so you don’t need to worry about Baozhi being left with me at all times.” Your joke was feeble and he shook his head.
“I’m really sorry that you’ve had to deal with…” He gestured to the rips in your tights, your face splattered with paint and then around the messy classroom. “…all of this. When he gets upset he acts out.” It was then that your door opened, and Rani, panting, poked her head in.
“(Y/N), seriously, I really need you to come in and help me out, one of my kids has her head stuck inside a drawer and -” She noticed Baozhi’s dad then, and her eyes widened at his …well, his everything. You gave her a look, saying through gritted teeth,
“I’ll be there in a minute.” She ducked out the room, and you heard your name repeated from behind you. You turned to look at -
“Yixing.” He said, a little crooked smile tugging at his lips. “Since we didn’t get to, um…introduce ourselves properly on Saturday.” You found your cheeks heating up.
“That’s…a really nice name.” You said, lamely, and he let out a chuckle. “Um, now that we know why Baozhi was acting up, I’ll let you go take him home-”
“He can play in there for a minute more,” He fiddled with his jeans pocket, nervously looking down at you. You could feel the nerves affecting you, making you bite the inside of your cheek. “Why did you leave without a word?” You scoffed, and looked at everything but him, positive your cheeks were radiating heat of up to 50 degrees Celsius.
“I - I just didn’t want to, ah, impose.” You gave him a pleading look, as if, please be okay with this answer.
“Ah, right.” He nodded and turned, walking towards the classroom door, and you felt your lungs deflate in relief. It was as his hand touched the door handle that he spun once more, looking you in the eyes. “It’s just that I had a good time on Saturday, and I’m pretty sure you did too by the sounds-”
“Hey hey hey, that’s enough!” You panicked, rushing over and placing your hands over his mouth, feeling him smirking underneath your palms. You narrowed your eyes at him, keeping your hands firmly placed. “Saturday was very fun. And I may have left super early because I didn’t want you to totally regret it once you woke up, and I figured it would stay a nice little fantasy of a great night if I just left.” You saw his eyebrows raise, but still you didn’t budge, keeping him mute. “Alright, fine - I was scared you might be a total douchebag and that it would ruin the memory of the amazing sex. Happy?” You saw his eyes turn into little crescents and his laughter was muffled against your hands as you pulled them away.
“You thought that it was amazing?” He looked proud, and you pouted.
“Would I have said that if it wasn’t true?” He shrugged, a huge grin still on his face as he leaned against the door.
“Well, you did say on Saturday that you’d give me your number, but I don’t recall that happening.” You scoffed, arms folded, but a sudden rush of confidence ran through you, making you grab a pen from a nearby desk and pull Yixing’s arm out towards you, scribbling your number onto his skin.
“I do what I say I’ll do.” You said, proudly, and re-folded your arms, earning a blindingly bright smile from him.
“Good. So, uh, dinner tonight?” It was your turn to slow blink.
“What about Baozhi?” You fretted, “There isn’t anyone to look after him, is there?” Yixing laughed, and you frowned at him again. “What, is this funny? Poor Baozhi, after I messed up his little life for a week his own father wants to-”
“He could come along too.” You blinked again.
“Huh?”
“If you don’t mind, he could come too.” You felt a grin work it’s way across your face although you tried to suppress it.
“I’d like that.” You grabbed your coat from the hook by the door and put it on, much to Yixing’s surprise. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get Baozhi and then get pizza.”
“Pizza?” He cocked his head at your decision and you shrugged.
“He wrote down for his make-a-sentence homework the other day that it was his favourite.”
And it was at that moment that Yixing knew you wouldn’t be getting rid of him for a long time.

Don’t Play With Me, Boy | one

Originally posted by jjks

Word Count: 818

Warnings: none for now

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fluff, slight smut, celebrity!reader au

Song: Blackpink’s Playing With Fire

A/N: BOi this fic is gonna kILL ME and aLL OF US

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