Warnings: Periods, injury mention, a load of badly written fluff
Words: 861
a/n: This is the most self-indulgent thing I've ever done. It's been a rough month, filled with procedures, sickness, and a car accident. All I wanted when on my period, was someone to cuddle with. And thus, this was born. It is not good, but maybe it'll be comforting to someone else.
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Dividers from @firefly-in-darkness
There was nothing worse than waking up in a cold bed alone. At least, that was how you felt today. You woke up without Steve in your bed and all the man did was leave a note. You had asked him time and time again to wake you up when he had to go on missions late at night, but he never listened. He insisted that you looked so peaceful sleeping. Normally this wouldn't bother you (for longer than a few minutes, that is) but this wasn't a normal day.
It was shark week, hell week, Aunt Flo's visit. Whatever you wanted to call it, it was awful and all you wanted was to cuddle up to Steve. The serum increased his metabolism, which meant that he ran hot. So when he was there, he was your own personal heating pad. But alas, Steve was not here, leaving you to find a real heating pad, and maybe some chocolate.
Groaning as a cramp ripped through your lower abdomen, you rolled out of bed. Heading into the bathroom, you turned on the shower, hot. After a solid half an hour sitting under the warm water (and mentally reminding yourself to thank Tony for the amazing shower you had), you got out and set about getting a pad and your comfiest jammies, which happened to be Steve's stolen t-shirt and your sweatpants.
Content for the moment, you ventured out of your room and into the kitchen. There, you retrieved a large mug of hot chocolate, securely contained in your Captain America mug that you only had to bother Steve, and a heating pad before getting comfortable on the couch, intending to watch a load of terrible rom-coms.
Settling down, you turned on the tv. The news channel appeared. Across the screen, images showing an intense fight were displayed. You could see Steve get hit by some weird robot. He got up again, but you could see blood running down your face.
On a normal day, while you wouldn't be happy about seeing Steve hurt, you knew he'd be fine.
But today, your hormones caused your emotions to run high. You were already tense from Steve not being there to cuddle with, an injury just sent you over the edge. Tears started streaming down your face, and you missed the note at the top of the screen that read "previously recorded."
Shutting the tv off to prevent further anxiety, you curled up on the couch, stress eating a load of chocolate, and waited for Steve to return. At some point, you fell back asleep.
After a long debrief and a quick shower to get rid of the blood on his face. Steve was on the way back to their rooms. He knew y/n wouldn't be happy with him for leaving without telling her, but it was 2 o'clock in the morning! While that was a good enough reason for him, it definitely would not be for her.
So, to make up for it, he had a box of her favorite beignets. Y/n always wanted them, but she complained that they had too many calories and that they would add too many pounds to her. Steve always disagreed, she was perfect, and always would be, but she was serious.
Though, every once in a while, Steve would buy a box as a surprise for her. Once they were in their rooms, Y/n couldn't resist (and it didn't hurt that Steve liked them too.)
Opening the door with one hand, while trying to balance the box in the other, he stepped in. It was dead quiet, which was odd, usually, Y/n would be awake by now, working on a project for her job, or going about her daily routine.
Steve set the box on the kitchen counter, near the entrance to their rooms and walked in further. Quickly, he found Y/n asleep on the couch, tear tracks staining her face.
Concern immediately rose in Steve, Y/n wasn't a crier, something was wrong. Stepping closer, he saw the heating pad on her stomach, the light blinking to indicate it had been on too long. There was a box of chocolate truffles next to her too.
"Crap."
He quickly put together that it was that time of the month. He always liked to be there for Y/n, her cycle was rough on her. And if he couldn't be there, he at least liked to warn her.
Gently, he picked her up and settled back down. In her sleep, Y/n nestled closer to him, the warmth comforting. Settling his hand on her lower stomach, Steve allowed sleep to overtake him too.
Waking up, you felt much better. You were warm, and your cramps weren't nearly as bad as they had been that morning.
Blinking your eyes as you adjusted to the brightness of the sun streaming in, you realized you were on Steve.
You shifted a bit, looking at his face where you had seen the blood earlier. Now, there was barely a scratch, his healing abilities at work. Content with Steve back with you, you closed your eyes again and allowed a much more calm sleep to overtake you.
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thanks to @bearlytolerablethethird who prompted me to write this during our chat last night over on the discord channel she created. Check it out! This was fun to do! Fennecs, and elf ears, and Solas fluff. Solas is now officially âThe Fennec Whispererâ! (tm)
Pre-Relationship, romantic tension. Under the cut because long-ish.
Pairing: Solavellan
Rating: Teen for the mention of battle-related violence
Daisy
An unpleasant squelching sound met her ears, as the spell hit the bandit square in the face, singeing his skin to the bone. He crumpled to the ground with a gurgling noise as he choked on his own blood when Lokil heard running footsteps pattering on the grassy ground behind her. Still transfixed by the unpleasant sight, she turned too late and couldn't entirely evade the short blade the man swung straight at her chest. As it was, he only grazed her arm, leaving a long but shallow cut. Before he could get her back into his sight, having rushed straight past her, she hit him in the back of her head with the blade of her staff. The rich golden metal glinted in the bright sunlight, blinding her. When her eyes had recovered, she could see a deep gash in the back of his skull, and he too toppled over, falling on top of his companion.
Her ears, folded close to the side of her head in concentration, were ringing with the echo of metal clanging against metal. When she recovered, she looked around to make sure there were none of the bandits left.
"Inquisitor!". She turned to see her companions hurrying to where she was still standing, trying to catch her breath. Solas was striding towards her, wearing a strained and anxious expression, his brows knitted together, with Varric in his wake, struggling to keep up on his shorter legs, his expression one of smug admiration. Cassandra brought up the rear, looking stern as ever.
"Nice job on two-face there", Varric remarked in an appreciative and light-hearted tone, nodding at the dead thug and winking at her.
Solas was less pleased. "What were you thinking? Running straight at them?" He seemed overly upset, considering this was their daily bread now, and apparently struggling to keep himself from outright shouting at her.
"It's fine. It's just a scratch.", she replied in a dismissive tone. "How about you? Are any of you hurt?", she asked, looking to Varric and Cassandra.
They shook their heads. But Solas hadn't finished venting his disapproval. She looked at him, waiting for an answer to her question, and he went on, bitterness making his voice sharp.
"No, I am not hurt. I was fighting from a safe distance. You are a mage, not a common thug. You are not equipped to fight any enemies by rushing head-on into the fray."
"Excuse me?" Cassandra's voice cut over his. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
But no one paid her any attention. Lokil could feel anger bristling inside her at his words.
"I wasn't asking for a lecture. I can take care of myself!"
He snorted derisively, his lips pulling up in a sardonic grimace. "Don't be petulant!", he snarled. "He would have killed you, had you hesitated but a moment longer."
"Look, Solas, I appreciate your concern, but it's unnecessary. I'm perfectly fine and I-"
He showed every sign of interrupting her, but she held up a hand, as he drew breath to spit a reply at her.
From somewhere close by, she could hear a faint whimpering. Lokil could feel her ears twitching, trying to make out which direction it was coming from and wondering if one of the bandits was still alive. But she quickly realized that this was not the sound of a human voice.
She pushed between Varric and Solas, nudging Solas aside with a hand on his chest, searching for the source of this strange noise.
"What is it, Flower? Something wrong?" There was suspicion in Varric's voice.
"Can't you hear?" She asked, not looking at them, but almost able to feel Solas' brow furrowing. "There's something there, behind that tree, I think?"
She made towards it, instinct tingling inside her, but still unsure of what she was hearing.
As they got closer, she could make out a small shape huddled in a patch of daisies at the roots of a tall pine tree. It was quivering and obviously the source of the whimpering noises. She slowed down, and treading carefully, so as not to spook the small animal, approached, her arm stretched out behind her to tell the others to stay back.
It was a fennec.Â
It was curled up, its bushy tail hiding its face, with only its long nose peeking out from under it. It was trembling violently, and just as Lokil was beginning to wonder why it hadn't jumped at the sight of her and run off, she could see dark liquid clinging to the fur on its flank and dripping down over its back and staining the innocent-looking flowers that were sprouting from the wet ground, one of the early messengers of Spring.
"Oh no!", she gasped, her voice hushed and strained, her insides squirming with guilt. She knelt down at its side, unsure of whether to touch it, not meaning to frighten it. "It's hurt! And-", she bit her lip, "I think that was me. I was trying to hit the one who came rushing out of the bushes on this side and the spell must have- Oh no!"
Varric let out a sympathetic noise behind her, and Cassandra huffed.
"Here, let me.", Solas said quietly, just a hint of annoyance still discernible in his voice. He knelt down beside her, his bare toes sinking slightly into the soft mossy ground as he did so. He gently patted the animal's head once, muttering a few low words in the elvhen language. "It is alright. Be calm and let me look at you. You have nothing to fear from me, little one."
He leaned over the fennec and examined its wound for a moment. Then he carefully brushed its tail aside and lifted its head with one hand under its long and thin snout to look into its eyes. But it pressed them close, clearly terrified and still trembling all over.
"Do not be alarmed. I mean to help. It is alright now." He spoke slowly, his voice so uncharacteristically tender and warm, Lokil could feel a sinking feeling in her gut.
Having spent most of her life living in the deep, lush forests of the Free Marches, she had grown up with a deep respect of and love for all things living and breathing. Nature was more to her than the world she moved through. She cared. Seeing it bleed always made her heart bleed with it. And to be the reason for this small, defenceless creature's pain-
At Solas' words, however, its quick, shallow breaths slowed somewhat and, opening them, it let its large dark eyes flicker nervously back and forth between the group standing around it, its body frozen in fear at this unknown and uncomfortable proximity to humans.
"Can you help?", she asked Solas, her struggle to fight back tears clear in her constricted voice.
He hesitated. "It is badly wounded. It has lost quite a bit of blood." Her heart sank. Solas turned his head towards her, and the stern, concentrated look on his face shifted to one of curiosity and puzzlement at the sight of her obvious pain for the little creature. "I can try. But not here, magic alone will not be enough. This animal needs care".
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The sun was setting, painting pink and golden streaks in the sky. The scent of spring blossoms and warm grass sweetened the cooling air, making the crickets sing their peaceful song in joy at nature's return to life after a bitter cold season.
But even the rewards of her favourite time of day could not stop Lokil from pacing up and down around the camp, getting into everyone's way and fretting over the little creature's fate.
"Ugh." Cassandra made a disgusted noise as she bumped into Lokil, where she was still walking in circles, worrying and wringing her hands, unable to get any rest. "Try to sit down somewhere, Inquisitor. Or go check on the animal, if it troubles you so. It does not help anyone if you stumble around the camp in blind worry, getting into everyoneâs way. If you cannot help-" She caught herself. There was work to do. But the camp was already buzzing with activity, working her up even more, and they didn't really need another pair of hands tonight, especially not a fumbling and nervous one. "I am sorry.", Cassandra sighed. "It speaks well of you to concern yourself with something as small as this fennec, even in the midst of all these troubles."
Lokil smiled in happy surprise at those kind words. She had sensed a tender heart in Cassandra, more tender than the Seeker wished for people to know.
"Thanks, Cass.", she smiled back.
"Ugh. Don't call me that.", she chuffed and walked off. Lokil looked after her, still smiling, a moment's relief from her worries easing her mind a little.
"Inquisitor." Her heart jumped uncomfortably at the sound of Solas' voice and she turned around to see him striding towards her.
"What is it? Is it-", she gulped, "Is it... dead?"
Solas had come to a halt in front of her. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes intent on her face, wondering. "No." He paused. "Come and see." But he didn't move right away. Instead, he looked at her with an intensity that made a tingling warmth creep up her cheeks. She didn't see it at first and was already wondering why he didn't turn to take her to the tent where he had brought the fennec. But then he looked down and, following his eyes, she saw that he had extended his arm slightly in her direction, his palm turned up. She looked up into his face, unsure and taken aback at this familiar gesture. Lokil put her hand lightly in his, still hesitating; but Solas wrapped his long fingers around it and turned, pulling her on.
When she entered the tent and looked around for the fennec. Varric was sitting in a chair by a table, puffing on a long wooden pipe, body leaned back and clearly at his ease. Then she spotted the fennec sitting in his lap, its back to her, and slapping at something she couldn't see. Varric looked up at the sound of rustling fabric, as Solas pushed aside the tentâs entrance flap.
"Flower!", he exclaimed, his usual cheeriness back in his voice. "You came just at the right moment. Look." He pointed at the furry creature in his lap. "He's eating! That must a good sign, right?"
Solas had pulled her into the tent and stood still in front of Varric, still holding on to her hand. "How did you manage it? When I left to look for her-" Lokil wasn't sure, but she thought his hold of her hand tightened slightly as he said it, "When I left to look for her, it was still refusing anything I offered. And I think it is a she.", he added.
"I can be very persuasive.", Varric grinned, his eyes flitting down to their intertwined hands for just a fraction of a second. "Right, little fellow. Time for Uncle Varric to find some supper." He stuck his pipe between his teeth and carefully picked the fennec up with one hand and a small wooden bowl with his other, placing the animal on some furs on the table and the bowl within its reach. He turned and squeezed between them, forcing them to let go of each other's hand, with a smirk for Solas and a wink for Lokil. When he reached the tent's entrance, he turned, looked past Lokil at the fennec behind her and added with a smile: "You should probably think of a name for her. I think she likes you." It was only when he said it, that Lokil felt something rough and wet on the back of her hand. She hadn't noticed, her skin still tingling from Solas' touch. The fennec was licking her hand, and she smiled and turned to examine it.
They had wrapped a bandage around its body, a small red stain on the side where she had hit it with her spell. Her throat constricted slightly at the sight. "Is it going to live then?", she started, "Her, I mean. Is she going to be alright?"
"I think so." His voice sounded low and heavy. Lokil turned from the animal to look at him, still bent over the table. She lingered for a moment, trying to figure out why there was a sad edge to his voice. He looked at her with such serious intent and something else she couldn't put her finger on; it seemed so inappropriate for the moment and her shoulders tensed, as she tried to slow the sudden and unexpected fluttering feeling in her chest.
"How did you manage it then?", she asked.
He didn't answer right away. His expression lifted slightly as he spoke.
"I know some healing magic that stopped the wound from bleeding. I tried to calm the animal, once we had managed to feed her some herbs from my pack that lessened the pain. She needed rest and a warm place and a few hours to recover a little. And she did.", he added with a warm smile towards the fennec, now licking and nibbling its front paw. "She is strong."
Lokil looked back at the animal, smiling too. "I think I should give her a name." She turned to look at him again. "Any suggestions?"
Solas thought for a moment. Then, looking around the tent, his eyes found Varric's crossbow leaning against his now empty chair and he smiled quietly again. "Varric calls you Flower, does he not? Why not call her Daisy? I seem to remember she was lying in a patch of flowers when we found her. It seems to fit. Daisy and Flower."
Lokil felt too stunned at his tenderness at this moment to react right away.
"Right. Daisy. I like it.", she answered, still not smiling. She hesitated. Then the question she had meant to ask for a while now burst from her lips. "What is going on Solas?" He raised his eyebrows at the strange question. "Why were you so angry with me before? I wasn't really hurt, I think that was pretty clear." She felt herself blushing again. "What is the matter with you? Something has been... off about you lately." She didn't really know him well enough yet to make that judgement, but this had been bugging her for a while now.
Something in his face tensed at her words.
"Is something wrong? Did I offend you or...?"
He still didn't answer. Frustration at his guarded and sometimes aloof manner made the corners of her mouth turn down.
"No.", he said, hushed, but somewhat urgently. "No. Not at all."
She waited.
"It is nothing." Was he... nervous? What was wrong with that man? He cleared his throat.
Fine. If he didn't want to talk, she would have to accept that. He clearly wished to be left alone, and she wasn't one to force her company where it was unwelcome. So she hummed - or huffed - in reluctant acceptance of his silence and made for the exit, but not before scratching the fennec behind the ears once. "Good night, little one. Get some rest.â She turned to look at him again. âAnd thank you, Solas. For saving her."
She turned to leave. But she hadn't made it two steps, when he reached for her hand - just her fingertips -Â and made her swivel around again.
He had taken a step after her, almost as soon as she moved and was standing much too close now. He didn't speak. He just stood there, stroking his thumb over the tips of her fingers resting in his palm, looking at her. The tension was almost gone from him, but Lokil could still see the sad longing around the edges of his eyes. She could feel the warmth of him against her skin. It made her want to squirm in embarrassment, sure that he must feel the thudding of her heart up close. She didnât know what it meant, and she wasnât sure she was ready for him to know. But she couldn't move. He smelled like the trees surrounding their camp. She felt dizzy.
"I was... concerned.", he said quietly. "You gave me quite a fright. I saw that man running up behind you and I thought-"
A disbelieving huff escaped her lips. "You worried?", she snorted, but she immediately regretted it. He looked even sadder then. "Ugh. I didn't mean it like that", she said, rolling her eyes at herself. "I'm sorr-"
But she never got the apology out. With an audible outlet of breath, he crossed the little space between them and brought his lips to hers, one hand at the back of her head, fingers digging into her hair, the other squeezing her hand.
She gasped and sighed into the kiss in surprise. His lips were soft and warm and his touch made the little hairs on her arms stand up. Solas bent her back a little in his fervour, but he held her close to him. If he hadn't, she felt sure her knees would have given way. And so she let herself melt against his broad chest, stroking once over his ear with the hand that wasn't holding his.
By the time he broke the kiss softly to look at her, she felt so comfortable she was unwilling to let him draw back just yet, and she unconsciously followed him to catch his lips again. He chuckled in a low voice and she smiled. His embrace was the safe space she now realized had been missing these past few weeks, in the midst of all her troubles.
"Daisy.", she grinned up at him, feeling lighter than she had for too long. "I really like it." She looked over his shoulder, standing tiptoe, to see Daisy curled up in a ball, eyes closed and sleeping peacefully.
When she woke up the next day, she felt able once more to fully appreciate the chirping of the birds, the whisper of the cool morning breeze and the soft tickling of the furs covering her.
She turned over once more and snuggled into the side of Solas' body, his warmth flooding her own body and her heart.
âDonât you love me?â Tiberius whined petulantly which caused Eli to sigh as he slipped the glass away from his idiot of an lieutenant and gently pat Tibâs head as the other young man pouted at him.
âNow youâre just being dramatic, Tiberius.â Eli sighed as he leaned back against the counter. âAnd you know I love you.â.
âI do?â Tiberius asked innocently as he narrowed his surprisingly warm eyes at Eli, which earned a chuckle from the Kiffar. He honestly loved seeing Tib so open and relaxed like this, even if it meant dealing with a hungover grump in the morning.
âYes, you do. You just like acting like an asshole.â.
âOh.â Tiberius said as he looked up at Eli affectionately while he sat up. âIâm sorry, itâs justâŚ..sometimes other peopleâs moods really affect me.â.
âI know, Tibs. Thatâs why I talk you into this.â Eli says as he eyed the tihaar and wondered if Bo mightâve spiked it, since Pre was usually above that. âAnd I do love you.â.
âReally?â If Eli wasnât familiar with a drunk Tiberius, heâd assume that Tib was messing him.
âMhm.â Eli leaned over to kiss Tibâs forehead which caused Tib to beam at him. âLet's get you to bed, yeah? Before Pre discovers what I did.â.
âOkay.â Tiberius complied as he stood and stumbled into Eli. âAnâ I think youâll have to be more worried âbout tryinâ tâ seduce his heir than that.â.
âNot my fault you have a better taste than he does.â Eli smiled as Tiberius started giggling at that.
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Eli sighed as a hand caught his wrist and pulled him back into the bed. âYou did this.â Tiberius snipped at him blearily and cuddled up against his side. âYou get to share in the suffering.â.
âDonât you want any caf?â Eli asked as he looked towards the chrono, it was still kinda early.
âNo.â Tiberius stated curtly as he rested his head on Eliâs shoulder and gave a content sigh.
âA shower.â Eli offered which caused Tib to shake his head in return.
âNo.â.
âHow aboutâŚ..?â.
âI want you in the bed, youâre warm and we both have no idea what kind of mood my brotherâs in.â Tiberius muttered as Eli played with his hair a bit. âI donât like Dooku or how heâs treating Pre. I feel like heâs using us for his own games.â.
Eli nod slightly. âWouldnât be the first time Mandos were used by Sith like that. And taking into consideration of Pre starting to act like TorâŚ..â Eli found it best to leave the sentence there.
Tiberius hummed in agreement. âSo, you stay here and reap what you sow.â.
âLucky me.â Eli muttered before squirming away from Tiberius. âNo tickling! Bad Tiberius!â.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about, Elijah. Absolutely no idea.â Tiberius remarked as he grinned mischievously then winced and rubbed his temples. âMy head is killing me.â.
âIâm sure you donât.â Eli gently reached over to pull the blanket over Tib. âAnd Iâll get the curtains.â.
(Four days in a row and then one day for rest and then again with four days until Christmas Day)
Warning: a lot of cursing
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Your pov
Have you ever had those days where you're stressed , and you need someone to make into a burrito blanket and watch movies till both of you fall asleep?
Yeah well , that's today
I work in VS, measuring peoples' bra size and cups. And today a customer decided to come in and make a huge fucking scene , adding that this customer had the most gigantic fucking tits I've ever seen in my life. This huge scene she made caused me five more hours on schedule (no pay) as a punishment.
But here I am , in my car , with the biggest fucking frown and a huge urge to just watch Christmas movies and drink hot chocolate with my boyfriend , and guess what? That's what I'm gonna fucking do , of course if the damn traffic and obnoxiously big amount of snow lets me arrive before he falls asleep.
I decided to text him so he just knows , that I'm on my way and that I'm needy for attention and love.
You 10:30pm
Yah, Mark !
Markiepooh 10:30pm
Shit , I swear Jackson broke it! We were talking and then he got goofy and started running around , breaking it in the process
You 10:30pm
Shut up, I'm not talking about anything broken , too much happened , so please just ... banana?
Markiepooh 10:32 pm
Oh right , hehe nothing's broken :) and sure banana it is
I can't help it but smile , he's just so cute. Banana is when one of us feels stressed or mad , we know what to do.Its fucking freezing , but tomorrow's Saturday so it's alright .
3rd person POV(or however this is called)
As soon as you arrived you were greeted by a very messy haired mark and a couch full of pillows and blankets
"I'm just finished making the hot chocolate, pick one of the movies from the ones I set on the table and while I serve the hot cocoa and popcorn"
"I fucking love you , shit you're the best"you smiled lazily at him
You went to your room and changed into your pijamas (which consisted of Rudolf's nose on you nipple area)
"Are you supposed to be in a cuddly mood or hot and bothered ?" Mark asked chuckling
"Shut up , I put on elf " you said giggling , taking the chocolate and bowl of popcorn from his hands
He positioned himself beside you and put his arm around your shoulder kissing your temple and pressing the play button the movie starting
"I love you and your grumpy mood , tell me about your day?" He said looking at you like you were a diamond in the rough
You proceeded to tell him everything , then the movie really started
"So..." you started and Mark looked at you expectantly
"What did you and Jackson break" you asked and his eyes grew wide
This night was going to be so fun.
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SOOOOO ! First day of "twelve days of Christmas :) " I don't feel like posting this twelve days before Christmas cause I'm just so exited , but anyways . Let the fun begin
Group: Pentagon
Member: Hyunggu aka Kino aka ultimate bias wrecker aka mister perfectly-adorable-i-love-him-so-much
Genre: You already know itâs gonna be Fluff
Best friends donât always stay just best friends.
Your major compared to Hyungguâs was completely different, something that spoke true to your personalities. He was a dance major, always in the arts building working on new choreography for a class or helping freshmen and other sophomores with their choreography. He spent so much of his time in that studio in hopes of making a name for himself with his dancing. Something you wished for almost as much as he did because youâve watched him grow since the beginning.
You were apart of the Humanities, Fine Arts and Psychology program as a psychology major. The mind just fascinated you its every aspect, from how someone develops their personality to the social aspect of society and itâs psychology. You were enthralled always reading new articles on research and looking the bigger picture rather than the small details of someone.Â
While both of you were majors in a field associated with the arts, you two only ever saw each other on the weekends or whenever you made time to study together.Â
You had set the date to study together today in fact, but Hyunggu almost cancelled due to an evaluation on a choreo he hadnât perfected yet came much sooner than he thought. Instead of cancelling, you opted to sit in the back of the dance studio and work while he practiced. It was an expressive contemporary he had been working on for about two weeks, the music was all instrument and it actually helped you focus quite a bit.
You peeked up from your social psychology book to make sure he wasnât overdoing it, which he tended to do often, in time to see him land a graceful midair double spin. You might not know too much about dance like the technical terms or too many different types outside of what Hyunggu dances but you appreciated everything he did because he put his heart and soul into every performance.
At that moment, he was much more interesting than anything you had talked about in social psych that day and you noticed youâd closed your book to watch him. It wasnât like you hadnât spent hours before watching and critiquing his dancing, letting him know what you thought about a performance from an entertainment aspect. You always told him honestly how each performance made you feel, from the music to the way his body flowed to his expression. It all meshed together to create something beautiful.
You watched on in awe as he moved to the music in his own little world, just him and the music. The melody was light and uplifting, but his movements were a little more harsh and much more emotional. You could tell just by his movements that something was off, he wasnât in his usual state of mind to dance. You continued to watch silently wondering what could be wrong when your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. Hyunggu faltered for a moment before going back to his routine but you say it. The worry and fear in his eyes, they werenât Hyungguâs eye right then.
As the music came to an end you clapped quietly, smiling up at his tired and sweaty figure.
âIt was good Gu.â You gave him two thumbs up. âBut--â
âBut everything was wrong.â He walked over to you and dropped to the floor on his butt. His back flattened against the wall as he stared up at the ceiling. âI havenât been able to practice right for the last few days. Itâs all wrong, the steps are wrong the movements are wrong.â He sighed.Â
âThis is wrong.â He murmured. âWhy donât you want to talk about it?â His focus turned to you, who had been watching him with fatal focus, trying to figure out what was wrong to help him.
âAbout what?â You muttered, watching his expression fall a little more.
âThe kiss?â His voice broke, something you hadnât heard since high school. âWhat happened Monday in the library. It was nothing spectacular but we still... Do you really want to forget that it ever happened?â
Your face was blazing by this point, your earrings even felt hot as you messed with one. You didnât know where to look as you thought about what you wanted to say.
In truth, you hadnât stopped thinking about your little kiss with Hyunggu since it happened. You had kicked yourself when your rushed out a âsorry, letâs pretend this didnât happenâ because honestly youâd been in love with Hyunggu since day one. Every since you met in middle school as a nerdy little 12-year-old meeting another nerdy little 12-year-old who liked to dance. You had never seen anyone else but Hyunggu, he was your person. The one you rushed to tell everything to, the first person you wanted to share the good with and the bad. When your dog died Hyunggu held a little funeral when you were 14. When he got his first girlfriend at 16 you swore youâd get over him and that you two would be just friends but it didnât last because Hyunggu valued you over some girl who wanted him to choose.
Even now as sophomores in college, with the few guys that have come and gone you only ever looked at Hyunggu yet youâd accepted he wasnât yours. youâd moved on and were okay with supporting him and being his best friend but in the library it changed. In that place of old books and dusty shelves and hidden nooks you two had been studying at the beginning of the week, well goofing off. And with goofing off came physical contact because Hyunggu just canât keep his hands to himself. You were so close to him trying to get your book back, you were flush against his body. Youâd hugged before, even slept in the same bed growing up, but this time was different. The look in his eyes was different and the next thing you knew you had kissed him. Not a good luckâ kiss on the cheek but a full on lips on lips kiss.
You never felt so high before, like you were soaring through the clouds so close to the sun, oh you were so warm too. It was everything you had dreamed and more. When the kiss ended the two of you just looked at each other and in those few moments you realized the line you crossed. You threw your things into your backpack, made up some excuse to leave and said that neither of you should mention this, that you both should just forget it happened. And you ran. You texted him the next morning making sure he didnât skip breakfast and asking if he slept well. You two went on like nothing happened and you werenât sure you were all that happy about it.
âI canât think straight because of you (Y/N).â Hyunggu pulled you from your thoughts. âIâm so distraught over this. Why kiss me then tell me to forget about it?â He stood and stretched. âI canât focus, I canât listen during lectures, I canât sleep, I canât eat. After that I looked back on our friendship to see what happened, when I started to see you differently.â
He stepped up to you and pulled you to your feet.
âWhen we kissed what did you feel?â He held your hands to keep you relatively close to you. âAnd be honest.â
âLike I was flying.â You uttered in all honesty, may the gamer in the sky who controls you smite you if you were lying. âI felt like I was sky, clouds being separated by my fingers as the sun warmed me from the inside out.â
He just smiled. He left you in the middle of the room to move towards his laptop. He replayed the song he dance to earlier, except this tim he lead you to dance with him. You followed his movements and steps, soon moving as one. This time his steps were light, like the music. He seemed to be floating too. You peered up at him confused as the two of your swayed in a slow waltz.
âWhat does this mean?â You questioned, unsure if what to expect.
âWhat do you think it means?â He quipped, that smirk already annoying you.
âWhy do you think Iâm asking G-- Hyunggu.â
âYou kiss me then call my by my real name. Come on now.â He pulled your face towards his and kissed you. â(Y/N), youâre distracting me and I need my focus back. So Iâll distract you for a little bit.â He moved you to the music again, holding you closer. âMy little distraction.â He murmured into your hair.
To say you were flying was an understatement, you felt like youâd grown wings to never leave the sky again.
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Warnings: self-hate, a little depression, slight smut
Authorâs Note: This is my first ever Jensen story and I wanted it to be fluffy and cute and well this is also my first fluffy and cute story as well. I know Crazy Love was written by Jason but for the sake of the story pretend otherwise. I hope you all enjoy!
You never understood how you ever got lucky enough to be able to call Jensen yours. You never thought of yourself as attractive, neither did Hollywood, or even some of Jensenâs fans. The hate had been frequent here lately and Jensen had always tried to tell you just to ignore it but you could never help it. The things they said you believed because you already thought most of it about yourself. With the hate came the depression and it was always at its worst when Jensen was gone to a con or filming. Today he happened to be filming and a couple of minutes on twitter led you to where you were now. You sat in the bathroom floor after looking at yourself in the mirror and picking apart your flaws. The tears had started flowing and you slipped into the depression. You never knew Jensen was even home till he was in front of you.
â(Y/N) baby hey look at me,â his voice pulled you out of your mind.
You let your eyes look up at him and there was panic all over his face.
âWhatâs wrong sweetheart?â
âNothing Iâm fine,â you mumbled.
âThis does not seem like you are fine (Y/N). Please talk to me,â he begged.
You let out a sigh and you could feel the tears threatening to fall again but you held them in. You nodded agreeing to finally tell Jensen everything. He slid down next to you and looked at you ready to listen.
âIâve never been very happy with myself. Nothing about the way I look or the way I am makes me happy. I donât even know how I got you and neither does anyone else. Hollywood, your fans, none of them believes I deserve you and they are all right because I donât. I am the farthest thing from your type and I have no idea what you see in meâŚâ your voice cut off as more tears started to fall.
âIâm going to stop you right there because everything coming out of your mouth is so wrong. Sweetheart you have no idea how incredible I find you and I am so sorry if I have not told you this enough. (Y/N) I think you are the most amazing and beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes on. I donât give a crap about what Hollywood has to say about you and for my fans they are just jealous of you. I never want you to doubt yourself or think these things about you ever again and I will do everything I can to keep you from doing so because I love you so much and it breaks my heart to see you like this. It hurts me so much to know you think those things about yourself,â Jensen had turned your face in his hands so you were looking each other in the eyes.
You had started crying harder but there were no longer tears of sadness it was all happy and a smile had spread across your face and Jensen matched it right away.
âThere she is,â he chuckled.
âThank you Jensen for loving me and for everything. I donât even know what to say,â you smiled softly.
âBaby you donât have to thank me for any of that.â
Jensen let his lips softly fall on yours and you kissed him back. He pulled you close wrapping his arms around you.
âBaby let me show you how beautiful I think you are,â his voice was so soft and gentle it gave you chills.
You simply nodded your head and Jensen wrapped his arms under your legs and around you before picking you up and carrying you bridle style to your shared bedroom. Â He laid you down softly on the bed letting his lips attach to yours. Â It was slow and soft every movement that was made as Jensen started to undress you and you him. The both of you were completely naked and lips barley parted each other. He started letting his lips travel around your body. His eyes locked to yours and you looked down at him letting your fingers lace lazily in his hair. He was laying kisses everywhere there was empty skin.
âBeautiful,â he would whisper between every single kiss.
You smiled as you watched him unable to keep the few tears that were coming down your face. You felt overwhelmed with the love Jensen was showing towards you. It wasnât that you havenât felt it before, he always made you feel loved but tonight you needed it more than normal. Once he let his lips trace over ever place he could reach he came back to your lips. The both of you were not in the mood for foreplay so he lined himself up and slipped inside. It was the most emotional sex you had ever had. There were sweet nothings spoke to you in your ear and some tears were shed. Jensen made you feel incredible for the first time in a long time. You both hit your highs at the same time moaning the others name and more sweet nothings. Jensen pulled out of you but never away leaving you close to him. He kissed you once again before kissing your forehead.
âThank you Jensen,â you mumbled.
âPlease donât thank me sweetheart. Now get some sleep,â he whispered to you with a smile.
You dozed off to sleep with a smile on your face.
***
The next morning you woke up your eyes fluttering open to soft sunlight making its way into your room. You saw nothing but empty bed beside you and then you smelt food.
âGood morning sweetheart!â Jensenâs voice made you look at the door and there he stood with a tray full of food and a small vase of flowers.
âJensen you didnât have to do this,â you smiled softly as you sat up and he brought the tray to you and sitting on the other side.
âOf course I do. My girl deserves breakfast in bed,â he gave you a smile.
There were two plates piled with his famous pancakes, eggs, and bacon. You both dug in eating in a comfortable silence.
âEverything was delicious Jensen thank you,â you gave him a soft smile.
âStop thanking me sweetheart. I got one more little surprise for you,â he walked over to his guitar in the corner of the room and took a seat again in front of you.
You messed a little with the tuning then gave you a smile before he started to strum a soft but upbeat tune before his voice came in.
I can feel her heart beat from a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
I'm running to her thatâs where I belong
I'm running to her like a rivers song
             She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
             Sheâs got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling down
And I'm running to her when the sun goes down
She takes away my trouble, she take away my grief
She takes away my heartache, and I go right to sleep
She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
Yes I need her in daytime
And yes I need her in the night
Yes I want to throw my arms around her
Kiss her hug her and I kiss and hug her tight
             When Iâm returning from a long day
She gives me some sweet lovin It brightens up my day
It makes me righteous, and yes it makes me whole
             It makes me mellow right down in to my soul
             She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She gives me love, love, love, love, crazy love
The song came to an end and your smile could have broken your face.
âJensen that was beautiful,â you sat you and gave him a soft kiss.
âIt was no problem I sat up all night writing it for you because I couldnât get it out of my head,â he smiled softly at you.
âAll night? Jensen you didnât have to do that.â
âSweetheart I wanted to.â
âI love you,â you chuckled at him.
âI love you too sweetheart,â he smiled before his lips crashed against yours.
When Santana finally gets home she finds Brittany in the kitchen making a bologna with salt and vinegar chips and ketchup sandwich.
"Hey, Sweets," Santana smiles.
"Don't 'Hey Sweets' me, Santana Lopez. I'm not sweet; I'm fat," Brittany states emphatically before taking a huge bite of her sandwich. "Your baby is an even bigger bottomless pit than you are," she says with her mouth full.
"Britt, you're pregnant. You are not fat."
"I feel fat."
"You look beautiful," Santana insists. Brittany roles her eyes and keeps eating.
"How was work?" Brittany asks, not really caring about the answer.
"Long, boring. Nothing ever happens on a Saturday morning. Ted totally wants to ask if the hormone changes have turned you into a sex maniac, but doesn't have the balls."
"Dickwad."
"Right? I mean, if they do, just let me know; I am totally down with that--"
"Oh, shut up," Brittany grouses, not returning Santana's cheeky grin.
"Or I could rub your feet. Or we could take a nice hot, soapy, naked bath. Or--"
"Which of us is supposed to turn into a sex maniac?"
"Hey now, Sweets, you knew I was a sex maniac when you married me," Santana says as she sneaks around the island to wrap her arms around her unhappy wife where she's seated on a kitchen stool. "You want some apple juice?"
"I drank all the apple juice."
"You want something else?"
"No."
"You want me to go buy more apple juice?"
"Yes."
"OK. Did we start a grocery list?" Brittany points to the pad with the list.
apple juice
chocolate milk
Mrs. T's cheddar perogies
sour cream
salt and vinegar chips
apple juice
"OK. I'll be right back, then. I'll have my phone if you think of anything else you want... strawberries to feed you in the bath we'll take when I get back, or--"
"Would you just go?" Brittany says, exasperated.
"After you kiss me," Santana replies.
"You don't want to kiss me, I'm eating a bologna and salt and vinegar chip sandwich," Brittany reminds her.
"With ketchup. I'm not going til you plant one on me," Santana smiles.
"Fine," Brittany huffs, and leans to give her a peck. Santana's arm slides up Brittany's back to her neck, holding her fast and deepening the kiss for a moment before releasing her.
"I'll be right back, Sweets. Feel free to wait in the tub," Santana whispers and then walks out of the kitchen while Brittany glares.
"Don't forget the strawberries!" Brittany calls out after her.
