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i just want the boys to take a nap is that too much to ask?

Slider sat in the chair, the steady beeping of the heart monitor his only company. He looked over his best friend, still a commanding presence despite his current frailty. He rolled his neck on a sigh as he glanced at the clock.

He hoped to have two more hours before the whirlwind arrived. A glance at his phone revealed messages from Wood and Sarah. Wood is on his way to get the hurricane, Sarah was on her way back to the hospital.

Ron knew he needed to be strong today, they had all been blindsided by the speed of events. Tom was diagnosed three weeks ago and Mav was due back next week. Surgery was scheduled for the week after that, but when Tom collapsed in his office the day before, the timetable was thrown out the window.

Surgery had gone well, the pathology was not back, but the knew Tom would have some amount of follow up treatments. Sarah walked into the room, two large cups of coffee in his hand. As she passed him a cup, she trailed her hand over his shoulder, squeezing the right muscle. "Did you sleep at all?"

Ron lied through his exhausted smile, "Some. I'll be ok. He should be here soon." Sarah knew Ron was lying but they didn't say more as Tom groggily opened his eyes. "Tom, you can't talk, don't try." Sarah's voice was kind, but firm. Tom pushed himself to open his eyes wider. He looked around the room, disappointment apparent on his face as a scanned the room. Ron stepped forward, "Don't do that Tommy. He's on his way. You blindsided us all yesterday. Wood's on his way to get him."

Tom nodded and opened his lips. Ron shook his head fiercely, "NO TALKING!" Sarah slid the whiteboard into Tom's left hand and a pen in his right. "Surgery?" He wrote, handwriting shaky.

A voice from behind answered, "Admiral, nice to see you awake. Surgery went well. We got the margins, but we are going to make a treatment plan. It's too soon to know about your voice yet. Don't try to use it if you ever want it back." Tom nodded in understanding, appreciating the directness of his surgeon. As soon as the doctor cleared the door, the sounds of running boots echoed through hall.

Sarah and Ron stepped away from the bed, clearing the space for the runner. The boots skidded to a halt outside the door before making their way into the room. Pete looked exhausted, he's been on the air when the call came in and on transports for 20 hours since then. Tom's eyes slipped closed as he waited for Pete to say something. Pete collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face. The surgery must have gone wrong, Tom wasn't awake. Pete wasn't ready to talk to the doctors yet and face the future, right now he needed to lament what was lost.

Wood and Wolf stood outside the door, neither wanting to be far from their family nor wanting to interrupt. From his spot on the floor, Pete heard a soft tapping, his name in Morse code. He looked up to see Tom's green eyes looking at him in confusion. On the whiteboard, "Pete, are you hurt?"

Pete took a deep breath, exhaling on a soft chuckle. "Only my heart, dear. You scared the hell out of me." Ron and Sarah waited, glancing out the door at Wood and Wolf nodding for them to come in.

In the bed, Tom scribbled on the whiteboard and wiggled slightly closer to the side with the monitors and opened his arms wide, whiteboard out, "C'mere"

Pete sat frozen, afraid to get to close, to hurt Tom. Tom pointed at the whiteboard with his head and shook it slightly for emphasis. Pete looked over at Ron and Sarah, earning an eye roll from Tom. Ron nodded and Pete launched himself off his knees and rushed to the bed. He stopped, trying unsuccessfully to remove his boots.

Ron huffed, "Just get in the damn bed, Pete. I'll get them." Pete crawled into Tom's open arms and the two sighed in unison. Everyone else in the room shook their heads, never have any two people been more in love, they were sure of it.

Ron untied Pete's boots, struggling to get them off. Pete's feet and ankles were swollen, a sure sign of the long hours of travel. Ron leaned over the pair, "You get two hours and then I'm taking Pete to shower and eat. I'm guessing he hasn't done either of those since yesterday." Pete ignored Ron, even as Tom nodded in agreement.

Tom held Pete tightly, taking the comfort he needed from his husband. Tom wrote on the board again, "How long do I have you?"

Pete grinned, "Forever and a day." Tom smiled as he fixed the question. "How long are you in for?"

Pete shrugged, "I'm done." Murmurs of confusion on the room were interrupted by Wolf, "I thought you had a month left."

Pete shook his head, "I'm quitting." Ron's eyebrows shot up, as did Tom's, "Quitting what?"

Pete snuggled into Tom's shoulder as he casually replied, "The Navy." The room stilled, nobody moved a muscle. The only sound was Tom's monitor, the rhythm faster now. Tom kept his left arm around Pete as he wrote on the whiteboard with his right. "NO!"

Pete didn't look at the board, he knew what it said. "I'm not asking, Tom. I was halfway across the world, it took me more than a damn day to get here. What if I had been too late?"

"NO!" Pete furrowed his brow, that was a commanding voice. He lifted an eyebrow at Hollywood, standing at the foot of the bed. "I don't remember asking permission, Rick."

"Technically, Mav," he trailed off, but Pete knew where he was going. "Fuck," he muttered. Wood was up the chain of command for Mav and would have to sign off on discharge papers. Mav's contract wasn't up yet so it wasn't as straightforward as not renewing. Tom's silent laugh shook in his chest.

Wolf jumped in, "You can't quit, Mav. We will sort this all out, but you can't quit. You COULD stop pissing off admirals though."

In the corner, Sarah spit coffee at those words. She dabbed at her mouth and nose, "Sorry, but that's like telling Tom to stop being an admiral. File it under things that will never happen."

The group nodded and Pete looked over his shoulder at his sister-in-law. She was as steadfast a person as any in his life. She knew the pair of them too well. He jutted her chin at her, "I promise I'll do my part if Tom will take extended leave."

Nobody looked over, they heard the tapping of the whiteboard and knew the answer. Pete shrugged. He looked at Wood, "Do they still have an opening for a test pilot out in the desert?"

Ron huffed, "No work talk today. Today is a family day!" Just as he finished his declaration his phone rang. He screwed up his face as he looked at the number and answered, "Admiral Kerner."

The group laughed as Ron stepped out of the room. "Isn't it ironic," Wolf sang as the chuckles continued. Tom's eyelids drooped and Pete's eyes slid closed. Sarah turned and shooed the two admirals out of the room, closing the door softly behind them. She walked over to the bed, turning the lights in the room out. She fluffed Tom's pillow as Ron reentered the room.

"Help me get Mav's flight suit off his arms. If he has a nightmare, I'm afraid he'll hit Tom as he flails." Sarah knew she couldn't talk Pete into leaving yet, but he hated sleeping in long sleeves and they sometimes they triggered his nightmares. Ron and Sarah worked gently to pull Pete's arms from the flight suit without disturbing the pair.

Tom's eyes fluttered open and he locked eyes with Sarah. "Thank you," he mouthed to her. She nodded as she slipped a pillow under Pete's head and pulled a blanket up over them.

She closed the blinds sat on the couch making space for Ron. "You too, Ron. I'll take the watch." Ron snuggled into his wife, head on her lap as she pulled a blanket around his shoulders. She sipped on her coffee as Ron slept, watching over the most important men in her life. She would make sure they all got through this.

Just one kiss sir just one please I beg of you! 😩

Has a Richard’s lips appreciation post already been done? 👁️

Hi! While we have commented on his gorgeous smile 😊 💋, I don't think we have dedicated a post to his lips yet, but I am more than happy to do so! Every inch of this man is a masterpiece! ꈍ︹ꈍ

I would love to give him kisses 24 hours a day for the rest of my life. 😘 To be fair, I'm sure almost everyone would like to kiss him, even Richard himself.

Anyway, let us zoom in on his lips for science! 🔍

his cheeks 😭  

he :]  😭

JK: “my happiness started with Rap Mon hyung” (cr)

more soft junghope moments 💕 (pt 1)

Tae’s little habits (III) - “I need to have someone or something (to hug), that’s when I can sleep soundly.”

© TAETAELAND | Do not edit. (1, 2)

he looks so comfy

color your bias day two: your bias in black

i’m not looking at his chest……wym?

—[♡] jimin packs 🌹

icons and headers: @stuffmin 💒 like if u save/use 💫

just jungkook (back and side) hugging his hobi hyung ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls

This was so sweet, I want to be this loved as well 🥺💔

My Peace

“You took my hand, added a plan, you gave me your heart.”

simon x reader list

Warnings: smut, blood, violance, swearing, fluff, angst, mentions of torture

You sighed as Simon sucked the side of your neck. Biting down hard as he rolled his hips in you. You felt his hard cock lay against your thigh. His hand trail down your leg gripping the meaty part of your thigh. His hand will run up to you stomach holding it there for a moment. “Fuck y/n, what have you done to me?” He whispered, grunting as he felt his cock rub against you.

You giggled that lead into a long sigh as he played with your panties. You were soaked, you knew it just from him moaning loudly. He slipped his hand down your panties and inhaled deeply. “Christ my love,” He mumbled dipping a finger into your cunt. “Fucking soaked.”

“Just for you Simon.”

You opened your eyes once more as the man in front of you carved the knife into your arm. You had to be in your safe space, your safe space being him. Simon. It was hours of the man torturing you. Water boarding, cutting, cigarette burning, he even started to break your fingers. You knew your ribs were shattered. Blood seeping through your nose and wounds they made.

The bastards didn’t let off for more than 10 minutes. Making sure to scare you and try to get you to give the information. Instead of focusing on here you thought of Simon. The last private moment you had with him. Yes it was sex however, it was the best moment you could think of. You also thought about the way he would softly chuckle when you tried to make jokes. The way he would stare at you. You had to disassociate yourself from being tortured. You had to think of your peaceful place.

It happened fast, you were retreating back to the LZ with civilians but it was too late. “Bravo this is Bravo 9-0 we are surrounded! You gotta take off!” You yelled as the solider that stayed with you shot back to the enemy.

“What? No we are comin’ to ya!” Ghost yelled back.

You shook your head, shooting back as the solider covered to reload. “Negative! I repeat negative! You have to get out of here!” You yelled again. When you turned your head, RPG came into view. “Fuck! RP…” Then black.

You kissed Simon as he lined up his cock into you. Pressing against your entrance. “I love you.” You whispered holding his cheek.

At first Simon was shocked, at first you thought he was going to zip up and leave. Then he crashed his lips into you pushing fully in. You gasped at the feeling, his cock ripping you open in the most painful satisfying feeling. He slowly pulled out to slam back in. Simon’s breathing was becoming more pants as he picked up more. Grabbing every part he could reach, loving how you would wrap around him. Hold him near you. feeling your heartbeat thump harder. Faster.

You jolted awake, your head bobbing forward. “There ya are.” You glared up, softly. You knew that voice. Your body shivered. Simon.

“Simon.” You whispered as you felt the restrictions become weakened.

Simon held your cheeks as Soap broke the ropes and chains. “It’s me baby girl,” He tried lifting your face to look at him. “Open your eyes.”

You sighed and tried to but to close them back. “It’s,” You moaned as you felt him shift you. “Ow.”

Simon looked over at Soap. “Let’s get her out of here, take point.”

“Fucking hell y/n,” He whispered into your neck. “You feel…fuck…You feel amazing.” He bucked harder into you as you held onto him gasping from the contact. You gasped louder as he started to go faster feeling your pussy clench around him. His mind buzzing with nothing but pleasure.

How did he deserve her? Have her say those fucking pretty words? He couldn’t be loved? He couldn’t love? Yet here he is, feeling his heart flutter anytime you laugh, look at him, talk, moan, cry. He loved being around you. Being close to you. Never in his life has he felt this way especially with a solider that worked beside him.

He grunted loudly as he hit that one spot you craved. “Si fuck right there don’t stop please pleeease!” You cried clinging onto him for dear life. Seeing stars as he kept pounding into that spot over and over. Your body on fire.

“Price we are losin her!” You heard Simon yell as the movements of what you think a car.

Your body felt like it was burning all over. You groaned anytime someone put pressure on anything. You opened your eyes at some points seeing Simon, his eyes panicked, his hands bloody. You wanted to reach for him to tell him you are okay.

You didn’t even remember how you got into the medical bed. Simon next to you holding your hand. “Si.”

“I’m right here, I’m never gonna leave,” He struggled saying anything feeling his spine tingle his skin flaming. God how you made him feel was out of this world. He wanted to say something more. Give you more. Feel you more. He didn’t know how to. He moaned loudly. “Fuck my good girl taking me all in.”

You gasped as you looked up at him. His brown eyes piercing into you, his jaw clenched anytime you clenched around his cock. His mouth slightly parted letting out huffs and pants. This is what you lived for, him, all of him. Ghost to Simon. Simon to Ghost. Didn’t matter to you. He was your love. Your peace. “I’m all yours. I’m all yours. No one else.” You reached up to place your hands on his cheeks as you felt that band start to snap.

Simon placed his forehead against yours as his hips started to stutter. “Oh fuck,” He growled gripping your hips hard. “That feels…Oh god.” He mumbled as his pace was brutal.

You could hear both of your juices mixing in together. Both of your sweat sticking to one another. Both of you just intertwined. “Cum for me Si! Please please! Pump me with your cum!” You whined, moaning loudly choking back a sob.

Simon slammed his lips into yours, swallowing both yours and his moans. His body shook as he came hard inside your pussy, having you moan softly. He kept pumping until he couldn’t move. Simon moved his lips to your neck kissing softly. “Stay here.” Simon asked holding you closer.

“Y/n,” He whispered gripping your hand. His eyes roaming everywhere, his stare was like you were not real as if he just believed someone telling him that you were here. “Ya here.”

You smiled holding his hand tight as you could. “I’m here love.”

You could tell it was Simon, his eyes soft, maybe fear in them. “I…we almost lost ya.” He whispered looking away.

You frowned. “But you didn’t.”

Simon grunted in agreement, nodding his head softly. It was quiet for a moment. “I love you,” Your heart froze and your skin warmed. He turned to face you. “I love ya so much that I was afraid of losing ya.”

Your eyes started to tear up. “I know. I know Si,” You reached more of him. He followed your actions, as you moved over he laid next to you. At first he was cautious but then laid down fully. “Stay here Simon. Hold me so you know you didn’t loose me.”

“ you've been avoiding me all day. “ for Jin please 👀💗 (work your magic, I just need some Seokjin in my life)

(ellinor, my love, i have finally finished this for u. i cheated a little since "karaokejin" was in my drafts for a very long time but i have fleshed it out & finished it and i hope you enjoy! ♡)

"you've been avoiding me all day"

pairing: seokjin x reader

wc: 2k

warnings: some swearing, i think? otherwise this is mainly miscommunication + fluff + best friends 2 lovers

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“You’ve been avoiding me all day.”

Seokjin immediately looks like he regrets opening the door. His hand twitches and you think he’s going to slam it in your face, but he just clenches his jaw and blinks at you. “No, I haven’t.”

“You have.”

“Have not,” he argues petulantly.

You roll your eyes, shifting your weight between your legs. Seokjin has been avoiding you—not only today, but for the last week and a half. Ever since that cursed night at karaoke where he’d drank too much and wound up belting a love song into the microphone that, by his own words, was dedicated to his best friend who was dumb and oblivious to his feelings.

You’re not dumb, so that remark had stung, but oblivious? Clearly.

“Explain this, then,” you say, shoving your phone under his nose, open to your text thread. Clear proof that he’s been ignoring you. All twenty of your messages have gone unanswered.

Seokjin squints, pretends to study it closely just to be a shithead. “Looks like you’re a serial double-texter,” he concludes. “Totally unbecoming of—”

“Oh, shut up,” you snap. “You—you can’t do this, okay? You can’t just say what you said and then ignore me for ten days. That’s not how this works. Not with us.”

Because, you see, it’d started like this:

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Seokjin stands in your doorway in a full nylon outfit, the arms of his windbreaker swishing comically when he raises them to gesture at himself. “Yah! What do you mean? It’s vintage.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s an abomination, is what it is.”

“Take that back,” Seokjin says, clothes swishing again as he side-steps you into your bedroom. “I’m your best friend and this is how you treat me?” You scoff. “Besides, I paid a lot of money for this bad boy on eBay.”

You weren’t exaggerating. Your best friend’s outfit is truly a mess. Neon colors that are still somehow muted, Jazz design plastered across his chest prominently, an equally garish pair of Nikes on his feet. When he’d told you it was ‘90s Night at the karaoke bar the two of you frequent, you really hadn’t thought much of it beyond what songs you wanted to sing. But, having known Seokjin for most of your life, you should’ve known better.

Seokjin does nothing half-assed.

Including ‘90s Night, apparently.

“Oh, Jinnie,” you coo, prompting an automatic eye roll from him, “you really shouldn’t have.”

“Well, I’m so sorry one of us actually put in some effort.”

You look down at your outfit, which is more grunge meets modern standards than food court chic, and frown. “Hey, I put in effort!”

“Sure, Jan. I had to exchange this windbreaker for a larger size, I’ll have you know. Twice. I suffered for this look.”

“Of course you did,” you acknowledge. “They didn’t make shoulders that broad in the ‘90s. But that still doesn’t change the fact that the only thing suffering here are my eyes.”

There’s an indignant squawk from somewhere behind you. “Can you just grab your things so we can leave already? I didn’t come across the hall to be bullied.”

“Then you shouldn’t have worn that outfit.”

Which had turned into:

Much to Seokjin’s horror, he is, in fact, the only person dressed up.

The underpaid, chronically overworked, and extremely unimpressed bartender barely raises an eyebrow at your best friend’s noisy attire as he orders your first round of drinks over the sound of someone wailing a horrible rendition of an *NSYNC song on stage.

Seokjin looks entirely too smug when he hands you your strawberry daiquiri, the design on the cup the same as the one plastered across his swishy suit.

“This is the worst day of my life,” you lament.

He throws a long arm over your shoulder. “Take a chill pill—”

“Don’t even start,” you warn him, pinching his side for emphasis.

“As if! You’re totally buggin’.”

You’d learned a long time ago that the best—and sometimes only—way to survive Seokjin’s antics was complete disengagement. If you didn’t encourage him, he’d eventually grow bored of trying to get a response out of you and give up. Sometimes, like right now, it backfires and you find yourself with your eyes rolled permanently into the back of your head as he relentlessly fires off terrible joke after terrible joke.

He’s halfway through a time capsule of ‘90s slang by the time the two of you submit your first song choices. Seokjin decides on a classic—“No Scrubs” by TLC, since you’d strictly forbade him from performing “Wonderwall” when he’d first broached the topic. You, on the other hand, decide to live out your ‘90s Hair Goals dreams by performing certified Christina Aguilera bop “Come On Over (All I Want Is You).”

(Your mother still brings up the time you’d tried dyeing the entire underside of your hair fire engine red because of that music video—which wouldn’t have been so bad, she claims, if you hadn’t used peroxide and Kool-Aid to do it.)

(It hadn’t worked, of course, but you have no regrets.)

Halfway into your third daiquiri, Seokjin’s name is finally called. He sings his heart out, wins over the crowd in record time, has everyone clapping and hollering when he does a slut drop at the end and pretends to toss his hair over his shoulder.

You smile like a fool throughout his entire performance. You’re still wearing it as you watch him navigate the mass of people, doling out handshakes and polite thank yous as strangers congratulate him on a great performance.

“How’d I do?” he asks even though he already knows. He just wants the praise.

You shrug, unwilling to give in. “Alright. Not as good as that time you did ‘Love Shack,’ but nowhere near as bad as your ‘Mamma Mia.’”

Seokjin scoffs, whacking you on the shoulder. Your drink sloshes a little in your cup from the force of it. “Stop lying. My ‘Mamma Mia’ was legendary and you know it.”

“You stop lying. They put your picture on the Wall of Shame for that one.”

There’s an argument on the tip of his tongue that gets swallowed when the emcee calls you to the stage. You’d be the first to admit you’re a terrible singer—Seokjin would be the second—but what you lack in singing skills, you make up for with performance. The crowd is wrapped around your finger by the end of the first line.

Unbeknownst to you, so is Seokjin.

Which, of course, had turned into:

“What song are you doing?”

Seokjin just hums an acknowledgement, turning his body just enough to hide the sign-up sheet. His shoulders are massive enough that you can’t see a thing and you pout, hoping he’ll turn around and feel such an overwhelming sense of guilt that he’ll tell you.

“Stop pouting,” he says instead.

“Ugh. Why are you being so secretive? It’s just a karaoke song.”

Except it’s not just a karaoke song. Over the last few weeks, the songs Seokjin has chosen have been more and more romantic and he won’t tell you why he’s pivoted so hard to ballads, just gives you a vague they suit my voice better. Which—fair. Karaoke is very clearly his thing and you are very clearly the best friend who only tags along because it makes him happy. Plus he’s got that massive ego to feed, so his reasoning checks out.

But “Iris” by The Goo Goo Dolls is not a Seokjin type of song.

Something’s up, and you’re going to figure out what it is.

Which culminates in this moment:

Seokjin is an absolute mess by the time it’s his turn to perform.

You’ve never seen him this drunk, which is a feat in and of itself considering you’d gone to university together. There’d been so many panicked plz come pick me up I’m trashed texts sent your way that the two of you eventually came up with an emoji code: Carousel Horse for rapidly entering shitfaced territory, please leave soon and Do Not Litter for I’ll be passed out in a bush by the time you get here so please bring a change of clothes, some toast, and a receptacle for me to throw up into.

Then he starts slurring words into the microphone and you realize—he’s drunk, sure, probably close to Carousel Horse level, but what you mistook for Do Not Litter is just… nerves. He’s nervous.

“This—this song is de-dedicated to my best friend.” The crowd cheers. Dozens of drinks are hoisted into the air in toast. “She’s an idiot,” Seokjin continues, and the air is immediately sucked out of the room.

What the fuck are you doing? you mouth at him. He ignores you.

“I’m—I’m in love with her.” The crowd’s back to cheering, but you feel like you’re underwater. Drowning. Whatever Seokjin says next doesn’t register because all you can hear is I’m in love with her I’m in love with her I’m in love with her.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, you think. You’re still holding his half-empty gin and tonic in your hand. Your nail polish is chipped. The club is so hot you can feel your makeup sweating off, and you know from experience and hundreds of Snapchat selfies that the house lights do nothing for you. The couple standing next to you stinks of cigarette smoke.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

Because, perhaps naively, you’ve imagined this exact scenario a million times. Seokjin’s not the only one in love with their best friend, but he’s the only one going off script. Sometimes you imagined it being romantic. He walks across the hall to your apartment, asks you to go have lunch with him, tells you he has something important he wants to talk about. You know what’s coming, or at least you think you do, so you throw on a cute sundress and do your hair and makeup nice. He takes you to the park where he sets up a picnic and tells you, in great detail, how he feels about you. And you smile and kiss him and it’s perfect and you tell him you’re in love with him, too.

Other times it’s a cliche, passionate confession in the rain. The two of you are bickering like you always are, except one of you says something that strikes a nerve. It turns serious. Both of you throw accusations around, but Seokjin just slumps, tormented and frustrated as he runs his hands through his wet hair, and looks at you and you just—you know. You know what he’s about to say. I love you, he screams. Is that what you want me to say? And it is. It’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted to hear.

Not once, in all the times you’ve daydreamed of this moment, has it been a drunken confession in a karaoke bar. It has never preceded him drunkenly wailing “U Got It Bad” by Usher into the microphone.

It has never been the last thing he says before he completely ignores you for ten days.

Which brings you back here:

“You’re an asshole,” you continue, because it’s been ten days. “If you—if that’s really how you felt, you should’ve told me, but instead you just… you dropped that bomb on me and ignored me for a week and a half.” You suck in a deep breath, trying to find the courage to look up at him. “Why? Why would you—”

There’s a hand under your chin. Seokjin has always had this funny way of helping you find your courage. “Because that wasn’t how it was supposed to go,” he answers, voice dangerously soft. “Because I know you, and I know you probably had all these ideas in your head. All these expectations.” When you meet his gaze, there’s only softness there. A little regret, a little guilt, but a lot of tenderness. A lot of love. “I wanted to do it right, but I chickened out and got drunk and went rogue so I was embarrassed. Thought I’d fucked up my one and only chance to do it properly.”

Seokjin’s looking a whole lot like the love of your life, but you’re nothing if not a little petty. “Maybe you should do it again, then.”

He laughs. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The hand under your chin moves to your cheek. “Okay. Let’s go to brunch. There’s something really important I’d like to discuss with you.”

It’s not lunch in the park, you think, but it’ll do.

ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as you’re parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.

Chance meeting

Of Course~

you ever just wanna teasingly flirt with god? no? Just Cove o3o?

Bonus page :D

as promised

Used my other narilamb because they’re my old married couple.

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