#'just' shy. not scared. not stuck on trying to figure out what face to make. what expression to show. what should be shown. what should be

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just shy

[lovebugism]

how abt eddie x shy reader , she meet’s wayne accidentally & she brings like sm food for the week he LOVES HER but shes so shy

a request deep from the archives that i haven't stopped thinking about since i got it hahah please enjoy xoxo — you spend a fluffy morning in with the munsons (established relationship, fluff, 1.2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Eddie rouses from his sleep like a king on a sunken-in couch. 

Saturday morning cartoons play on the TV just ahead of him, mostly on mute ‘cause you’ve got the radio going in the kitchen. Something soft and soulful and too low for him to hear. The trailer swells with the scent of something sweet, of syrup and cooked sugar. 

Speaking of sweet…

His flushed cheek rubs against the arm of the couch when he looks up to find you. He can see you just over the top of the counter, like a scene from a movie. You’ve got a bowl of something wedged in your elbow, and you stir at it with your free hand — half-distracted because your nose is stuck in an open recipe book on the counter. Your glasses fall slowly down your nose. You try to push them up again with your shoulder, but they slip back down a second later.

Your gentle humming fills his ears, and Eddie figures this is what heaven must be like. There’s no greater nirvana than this.

He rises and stretches and walks the very short distance to the kitchen. Still warm with sleep, he wraps himself around you, chest flush to the expanse of your back. “Whatcha doin’?” he lilts, muffled into your sweater.

“Cookin’,” you answer in the same tone, only softer and a little more sheepish.

Eddie breathes hard once. You think you feel him smiling. “Dumb question, huh?”

“Did you sleep good?” 

“Too good to be passed out on the couch for an hour.” He lifts his head to prop his chin on your shoulder. It bobs against you with every word. “You were supposed to be sleeping with me, by the way.”

“I tried. But then I wanted to make you breakfast.”

“Correction. You wanted to make Wayne breakfast.”

Your giggling is as soft and sweet as the cinnamon concoction you’re stirring at. “Well, I don’t want either of you to starve, actually. So sorry for making sure the Munson’s are taken care of.”

Eddie’s chest swells. His heart starts to warm so much he’s scared it might burst. He tucks his face back into your neck and holds you tighter. “Don’t apologize, sweet thing. ‘M just being stupid.”

“That nickname’s not gonna stick, Eds,” you tease, tilting your head until your cheek meets his wild hair. “You can stop trying now.”

He scoffs and pulls back from you. His eyes, still softly swollen with sleep, are wide and glittering. “Why not?” he shouts, a bit too loudly to be so close to your ear. “You’re sweet and you’re my thing— it’s literally the perfect nickname.”

“You’re thing?” you echo with a distant laugh. “I’m not a toy, Eds.”

“Not all the time—” His boyish giggling is followed by a scoffed breath when you elbow him with your free arm. You shove him away halfheartedly, pushing him out of the tiny kitchen. “What?!” he exclaims, laughing loudly.

“Get out of the kitchen!”

“What’d I do?”

“My french toast tastes good ‘cause it’s made with love, and you’re tainting it.”

“How? I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.” He gravitates back to you despite your efforts to keep him away. He plants a smacking kiss to your lips and grins wide when he pulls away. “See? Now it’ll taste extra sweet.”

You’re glaring at him one moment, then happily accepting another one of his kisses the next.

The front door opens, squealing in protest and rushing in the cool morning air. It’s unsurprisingly Wayne. His work boots stomp heavy on the carpet. He holds a greased hand over his forehead. “My eyes are still closed,” he jokes, voice deep and gravelly. “You two have about three seconds to stop touchin’ each other.”

Eddie scoffs but steps back from you anyway. “That was one time!” he argues boyishly. “And we weren’t even doing anything!”

Wayne laughs a sharp breath, just like Eddie had, but a little bit gruffer. He forgoes the petty banter and shoots you a smile — tightlipped, barely-there, and weighed down by the exhaustion of the graveyard shift. “How ya doin’, sweetpea?”

“Good,” you answer, shrinking into your shyness. “I’m makin’ french toast.”

“That’s my favorite,” the older man grins. “How’d you know?”

“‘Cause it’s my favorite,” Eddie insists.

“It’ll be done soon,” you tell him, all quiet in your sheepishness. “If you wanna get changed or whatever.”

Wayne heads to the hallway, stopping short in the kitchen to muss at Eddie’s curls and pat you gently on the shoulder. “Thank ya, sweetpea,” he murmurs, voice dripping with fatigue. His accent always gets real heavy when he’s tired.

“You’re welcome…”

Eddie doesn’t say anything until he hears the bathroom door shut. “So Wayne can call you sweetpea, but I can call you sweet thing?” he asks, features swirled with offense.

“It’s different!”

The boy follows you to the cabinets like a lost puppy. Then, when you have trouble reaching the vanilla extract on the top shelf, he leans over you to grab it. “No, you just have favorites,” he argues, passing you the small container.

“That’s not true!”

“Whatever,” he grumbles, still pouting as he leans against the counter beside you. He mourns the lack of your attention when you give it all to the french toast mixture on the counter. You spoon in the vanilla with a practiced touch. “…Are you staying over again tonight?” he mutters, shier than you are now.

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “If it’s okay with Wayne, then—”

“Wayne! Sweet thing’s staying the night— is that okay?” Eddie shouts before you can blink. The trailer rings with the volume of his voice.

“Eddie,” you scold quietly.

The bathroom door squeaks open. A grunt sounds from the hallway, a nonverbal answer you’re not totally sure what to make of. The man returns in the pajamas he pulled from the hall closet — a thin t-shirt older than Eddie is and a pair of plaid pants.

“I’ll make dinner before your shift tonight,” you tell him with a soft grin that neither of the Munsons can say no to. “I promise.”

Wayne makes another scoffing sound. A laugh, maybe. A smile hints at the corner of his bearded mouth as he pours himself a coffee across the counter — in the painted mug Eddie made him for Father’s Day, several years ago now. 

“Well— In that case, I’m afraid I have to insist on you stayin’, sweet pea.”

“Thanks, Mr. Munson.”

“Call me Wayne,” he tells you, playfully chiding in a parental sort of way. He gives you a pointed look over the cup he sips from and heads back towards the living room. “You’re feedin’ us too good to be so polite all the time.”

You smile to yourself and laugh a quiet, slightly forced laugh.

The sofa squeaks when Wayne settles onto it, sprawling out the same way Eddie had before. Too tired to reach for the remote on the coffee table, he watches He-Man re-runs with heavy eyelids.

“Alright, sweet thing— what do you need me to do?” Eddie asks with a clap of his hands, making a very pointed effort not to drop the nickname. You get all flustered when he calls you that — smiling softly to yourself and then ducking your gaze to hide it from him. You’ll have to pry the name from his cold, dead hands.

You turn to peer at him from beneath your lashes. “You dip the bread, and I’ll fry ‘em?”

“Sounds like a plan, sweet thing.”

“Eddie.”

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⋆˚｡⋆୨✧୧˚ 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚

✨summary: when thanos shows back up at your place after four months of no contact, you learn information you never thought you would. and he shows you truly how sorry he is. ✨word count: 2.8k ✨18+, mdni! sexual themes, mentions of fighting/verbal abuse. ooc thanos.

Thanos and you were destined for failure from the start. His drug addiction and party lifestyle was the exact opposite of how you lived your life. In fact, you’re not even sure how the two of you made it work for as long as you did. You first met him at Club Pentagon when your friends dragged you with them, but soon left you alone to get drunk and dance with guys they’d met. He approached you at the bar rambling on about how you were so beautiful, blah, blah, blah. His words were slurred, body language and pupils blown out indicating he was obviously high off something. You gave him your number anyway. You didn’t know why exactly, but something drew you to him. For months the two of you would hook up and even though the two of you weren’t dating, you had vowed not to sleep with anyone other than him. You knew it was a one sided promise. Thanos always had a new girl with him; he was never shy about it either. He’d post them on his instagram, or snapchat like it was no big deal–yet he’d always find his way back to you.

There were countless nights when you had to pick him up from some party because he was too fucked up to figure out how to get home. You’d receive incoherent phone calls from him and you never questioned it. Always showed up, brought him back to your place and let him sleep it off. He tried to get you to join in, but you stuck true to your word that the party scene wasn’t your thing. Whatever type of “relationship” you had was toxic. The fights between the two of you became constant. Arguing about him not taking care of himself, him telling you that you don’t know what was good for him. He’d throw stuff and punch the walls. Get in your face and scream as loud as he could muster, just to get under your skin. Call you names that cut deep into your soul. It never scared you though. You knew even in his drunken or high stupor he would never hurt you, not physically at least. You rarely fought back. Mostly just listening to him, but sometimes you couldn’t help yourself but raise your voice. Try to stick up for yourself. The last fight the two of you had ended with you throwing all of his stuff outside into the rain, telling him never to come back. A few neighbors in your apartment building came out to see what the commotion was, while others peeked through their windows.

He laughed at you. Right in your face. Told you how you’d come crawling back to him; saying he never cared about you. To him you were just another fuck; girls threw themselves at him and he wouldn’t be lost without you. It embarrassed you. But you still didn’t cry, not wanting to give him another excuse to make fun of you. So you slammed the door in his face, locking it and that’s when you allowed the hot tears begin to stream down your face.

That was four months ago. You hadn’t heard from him since. No texts, no phone calls. In fact you had not seen a social media post from him either. Yes, of course you still stalked his accounts because even if he treated you like nothing more than the dirt on his shoe…you still had feelings for him. And you hated yourself for that. It worried you seeing him so silent. What if something bad happened? You were sure you’d hear about it somehow, or see his friends post about it. During that time you tried to go on a few dates, and even slept with a couple guys but nothing compared to Thanos. You never called any of those men back. They didn’t know your body like he did. Didn’t know the right words to say to make your knees weak. As much as it pained you, you knew going back to Thanos was never going to happen. You couldn’t let it happen. You grew to enjoy your own company and stopped feeling lonely after a couple weeks. Other than leaving for work you would sequester yourself in your apartment.

It was winter now, and you sat in the warmth of your tiny apartment watching how it snowed outside. The television provided a comforting noise in the background while you tried to read the book you held loosely in your hands. Your friends tried to get you to go clubbing with them, of course you turned them down. They hated how you turned into a homebody, but you didn’t care. The time on your small wall clock showed it was getting late, almost 10pm now. So when you heard a knock at your front door you froze. Who would be knocking this late? Maybe it was a neighbor who needed something, you thought. Or a delivery person who accidentally had the wrong apartment? 

Slowly you stood up from your comfortable spot on the couch, tossing the blanket on the back of it. You wore only a pair of panties and a sweatshirt that hung low on your thighs, you were sure it was one of Thanos’ but you didn’t care. It was comfortable, you slept in it almost every night. You walked towards the door when the mystery person knocked again. It was times like this you wish you had a peep hole in your door–maybe you’d talk to your landlord about that. Reluctantly you opened the door just enough to peek your head out. You stopped breathing, your body froze when you saw who stood on the other side. Thanos. He wore a pair of baggy gray sweatpants, and a hoodie. The hood was pulled up tightly over his head but his faded purple hair stuck out some. He was damp and shivering from the snow storm outside.

Thanos kept his eyes glued to your feet not daring to look up at you. Once you snapped out of your trance you went to slam the door shut, but he quickly stuck his foot in to keep it from closing. Your name rolled off his lips, “listen, I need somewhere to stay.” he muttered, his voice as silky as you remembered it. But his words were clear, no slurring. His eyes still never met yours. You let out a short laugh. “No fucking way.” you responded, trying to continue to close the door even with his foot in the way. Again he repeated your name. Your hands shook as you tightly gripped the door. “Can I at least come in to talk? It’s fucking freezing.” his tone growing irritated. Shaking your head you replied, “Leave or I’m calling the cops.”

He laughed at that, knowing it was an empty threat. You stood tall trying to show him you weren’t fazed by seeing him–but you were. Your hands were clammy, your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt that familiar tingle in between your legs. How could this man still have this effect on you? You swore you had gotten over those feelings. “I just got out of rehab,” he admitted, his eyes finally locking on yours. It was the first time you saw his eyes without his pupils dilated. “I was staying with Nam Gyu before, but I just…I can’t go back there right now.” you hadn’t expected to hear him so hesitant. It wasn’t like him. Thanos had always been so sure of himself. So bold, but now he stood before you like he was embarrassed. You were surprised to hear he went to rehab, that must’ve been where he was for the past four months. Maybe he hadn’t actually been ignoring you. No, don’t think like that. This is the man who always made promises to you and always broke them. Men like him never change.

The two of you stood staring at each other for a few minutes. His shoulders were slumped, his hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket to seek any warmth he could. Silently you stepped to the side, opening the door just enough for him to enter. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Stop him now, a part of your brain told you. Don’t let him in–he’ll just hurt you again. Once inside you closed and locked the front door but didn’t leave your spot. It dawned on you that you were standing in front of him in nothing but your panties and hoodie. His fucking hoodie. You felt so exposed, wrapping your arms around your middle to cover yourself. Meanwhile Thanos kicked off his wet shoes and pulled his hoodie off. His shirt briefly lifted up revealing his tattooed back before falling back down. He shook his head like a dog to get the snow out of his hair.

You stood in the same spot, not daring to move. Realizing he was probably still freezing you decided to offer your help–after all, he was still a human being. “Do you wanna shower?” you mumbled, eyes glued to the floor. Thanos responded and waited to follow you towards your bathroom. He knew where it was, but he waited for you to lead anyway. Once you heard the water running and you were sure he was behind the curtain you dropped a set of clothes on the counter for him. You allowed him to shower and you waited for him in the living room. A blanket wrapped snugly around you with your knees tucked into your chest. His footsteps against the hardwood floor caused you to tense up. Thanos plopped down on the couch next to you, thanking you for the shower. You nodded. What the fuck were you supposed to do now?

“Did you really go to rehab? Or are you just trying to use my kindness against me?” you muttered, your voice sounding ruder than you intended. He frowned, shoulders slumping. “I checked myself the day after our fight,” he admitted. “Got really fucked up that night…it was scary.” you sat, completely silent as you listened to him. “And I stayed there for four months because I was terrified that if I left, I’d just go get high again. That’s why I came here–you were the only person I could think of that wouldn’t have any drugs.” he chuckled lightly, and it made a tiny smile come across your face. You took a deep breath and tried to think of what to say. “I’m proud of you.” you finally said. His eyes widened, not expecting to hear that from you. “That’s a really hard thing to do…and you did it. So, I am proud of you.”

Thanos cleared his throat, shrugging as if it was no big deal. There was the smug man you knew. “Baby, I–” but you cut him off. “You don’t get to call me that.” you whispered. “Sorry.” he mumbled, shocked that you stood up for yourself so quickly. “I am sorry about–well, everything. You’re a great girl, you never deserved the way I treated you and for that I am sorry.” it was the first time you heard him say those words. Thanos was never one to apologize to you. A small “thank you” was all you could muster up to say. You felt his frame inch closer to yours and as much as you tried to resist the urge, you leaned into his side. He placed his hand lazily on your exposed thigh, tracing small circles on your skin. “I’m sorry too,” you whispered, face buried in his neck. You could feel his pulse quicken. “I knew you needed help, and I never offered it.” slowly, you placed your hand against his chest. Thanos stiffened underneath your touch. He explained how you didn’t need to apologize, but you weren’t really paying attention. You were too focused on his hand now gripping your plush thigh. As much as you tried to tell yourself to stop, tried to tell yourself it was a bad idea…you couldn’t stop yourself.

Slowly you slid yourself off the couch, kneeling in front of the taller male. His eyes watched your every move. Your hands slid up his thighs and rested upon his waistband. He whispered your name. You shook your head. “Let me,” you whispered, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down just enough to expose him. “I have missed you more than words can explain.” you took his length in your hand, slowly pumping it up and down. Thanos’ breath hitched. “Baby girl,” he groaned, and you didn’t correct him. You couldn’t. Because hearing his sweet nicknames for you made you feel so special. You sat up on your knees to take his cock in your mouth. Your head bobbed up and down, using your hand to pump whatever you couldn’t take in your mouth. His tattooed hand roughly tangled in your hair, but you felt him correct his. That made you smile.

He helped move your head and you removed your hand to grasp onto his thighs. You let him thrust his hips up, forcing his cock deeper in your mouth. Your eyes locked on him which made his breath falter. Your nose was pressed against his skin before he pulled you away and allowed you to catch your breath. Tears welled at your eyes but your head moved back down on his cock. Thanos writhed and groaned underneath you, whispering praises and curses. “That’s it,” his tongue shot out to wet his lips. “I missed this, I missed you.” he admitted, your hands squeezed against his thighs. You never expected him to say that to you. “Such a good girl, you miss me too?” Thanos asked, and you hummed while his cock hit the back of your throat. He hissed, using your hair to pull you off him. Drool ran down your chin and you stared up at him with wide, needy eyes. 

Thanos gently tugged your hair to force you to stand up. Quickly you stood in front of him, watching as he reached to lift off your sweatshirt. He admired you momentarily before standing up and throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed, always finding it hot how he could toss you around like a ragdoll. One hand rested on your ass as he made his way towards your bedroom, dropping you on the bed. He slowly pulled your panties off along with his own shirt. The two of you now fully naked just stared at each other. Your breath came out in pants as you needily reached out for him. “Please,” you begged him. Thanos flipped you over, pulling your ass towards him and pushing your face into the bed. “You fuck any other guys while I was gone?” he questioned, hands kneading your skin. You hesitated but finally nodded. “Not as good as me, huh?” Thanos teased, gently pushing the tip of his cock against you. Your hips shot backwards trying to rush him, but he held you still. “Answer me.” he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“They never made me cum,” you mumbled, straining your neck to turn back and look up at him. He let out a playful gasp, pushing himself inside you barely. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum.” Thanos assured you, smirking down at you. You knew you looked like a needy mess underneath him, but you didn’t care. You knew he loved to see it. Thanos thrusted his hips to push the rest of his length inside you. Your walls tightened against him momentarily before relaxing. It made him moan in response. As he began pounding into you he held your waist tightly, knowing it would leave fingertip sized bruises on your skin. Oh how you missed this. The both you panted and moaned as he fucked you into the mattress. You whined, feeling how Thanos pulled himself out of you. Then he did something he had never done before. He flipped you over to lay on your back. 

Positioning his cock again he thrust back inside you, keeping his pace quick as he leaned down to kiss you sloppily. Your hands didn’t know where to go. They scratched down his back, gripped his biceps, and ran through his hair. He never fucked you while facing you. It was always in a position where you couldn’t look at him. This made the whole act feel more intimate. Thanos’ eyes never left yours as he moaned out your name and you knew he was close. You were too. “I love you baby girl,” he whispered against your lips. You felt your orgasm take over, screaming as you pulled him down close to you. Your legs shook ever so slightly when you felt him feel you with his seed. The two of you stayed still, sweaty bodies pressed together. “I love you too, Thanos.” you replied, fingers tangled in his hair. You knew in that moment things would be different. He really had started to change. He came back to you. He apologized to you, and you believed him. Thanos was finally yours again, better than ever.

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✨a/n: thanos really does things to me omf. feel free to send in fic requests!

[aviradasa]

hey! I stumbled upon your work, and instantly loved it. would it be ok if you could do a Sal fisher x flutter shy! like reader? Im sorry if this doesn’t make sense, but reader who has the same personality as flutter shy and is also good with animals?

Awww, love fluttershy this is a bit short and sweet and lightly proofread i apologize!!

Sal x fluttershy like reader HC

(Art from Pinterest)

You guys most likely met in school.

Sal almost instantly wanted to try and be your friend because you seemed so sweet.

But you were really, really shy.

So when he first tried to talk to you and you kinda seemed scared or uncomfortable, he automatically figured it was cause of his appearance.

He was kinda sad about it, honestly, but at this point, he was used to it.

But then he found out you were really close with Ash, and he decided to ask her about you.

After sal told her what happened, she burst out laughing. He stood their for like 3 minutes, waiting for her to calm down as she leaned against the locker catcher, her breath with a big ass smile.

"Oh god dude no no no. It's not that she's scared of what you look like she's just scared to talk to people in general. She actually thinks you're pretty dope she just struggles to talk to people. But don't worry, I'll help you." Ash says, patting his back as she continues to chuckle.

It reassures him a little. Ash said she would introduce you guys, which was nice but also a little scary. He did not wanna freak you out.

But once ash does Introduce you guys shit lights up.

You all are besties.

The first time you came to his apartment and saw Gizmo, you almost ran to that cat. Picking him up and talking to him. To sal it was almost like Gizmo understood you.

A lot of the time you guys hang is sal playing games or playing guitar while you play with Gizmo.

It's the only time that cat gets any exercise cause whenever sal tries to wave the shoestring in his face, Gizmo looks at him stupid.

After some time of hanging with Sal, you start to come out of your shell more. Opening up a bit and starting to chat more with others without being as easily spooked off.

And he also learned that you liked to sing. Alot.

He will catch you sometimes. But he knows if he mentions it, you'll stop, and you have such a nice voice, so no way he'll do that.

One day you mentioned how much you wanted to be a singer but didn't have the balls and he convinced you

Somehow

To sing while he plays guitar. It's a nice little bonding moment.

Ash has a picture of you that she just loves so much of you holding gizmo while singing with Sal in the background just looking up at you.

She gave you both copys.copy's.

It was really embarrassing for you. Sal, on the other hand, put that shit in his locker, and it's his favorite picture

Now you are full of surprises. One thing sal didn't expect was for you to have so much build-up rage.

Now, it was the day Travis punched sal, and you weren't having that shit. As soon as Travis's fist collided with sals prosthetic, your backhand made contact with his bare face.

Nobody was expecting you to bitchslap him. After you stuck your finger in his face, almost yelling at him as you back him up against a wall before you actually manage to scream at him.

Jesus Christ.

Once Travis was gone, you went up to sal and Ash back to your normal self.

You never spoke of it again. And they were kind of too scared to ask.

With Sal, you are more open, and the group loves you to death.your love of animals is deeply loved by sal and your hidden anger. (While being a surprise) He kind of found cute cause he never thought you could be capable of it.

If yall do end up dating, expect to end up running around in the woods looking for demons and or raccoons.

We won't get into how you befriended the ghosts or how the red eyed demon won't attack you. ( it's like a little discord fluttershy situation like how they became friends)

Sal gets freaked out when it appears in front of you the first time, and you waved to it while he was trying to figure out how to escape.

After that you had some explaining to do lol.

But back on track, you guys dating is the fluffiest,cutest, toothrotting, lovely, type of relationship you will ever see.

[hwaslayer]

vivrant thing (jwy) | four.

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—SUMMARY: after getting into a little accident, wooyoung decides to do his sister a favor by pretending to be your date at the company summer party. as soon as the night ends, wooyoung would go back to his usual routine of hanging out with his boys, keeping his distance from committed relationships and being a typical brother to jiwoo. except, the favor comes with more than what wooyoung expects and he finds you occupying his mind more than usual. 

—PAIRING: jung wooyoung x f. reader

—GENRE: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriend’s brother au | fluff, angst, smut

—WORD COUNT: 6.2k

—CHAPTER CONTENT / WARNINGS: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, angst angst angst, accusations are being thrown, jiwoo is mean, wooyoung is angry, hongjoong tryna play peacemaker, oc is sad, crying, its kinda a mess??, some insecurities coming to surface, mentions of past relationships and wooyoung's fuckboy history

One thing you also don't expect at Jiwoo's family lunch is how incredibly tense and awkward you and Wooyoung are. Maybe you need to wake up a little more and sit with your reality, but you surely hate the feeling it brings. It's almost obvious how you both freeze at the sight of each other, the both of you trying your hardest to keep it together but avoid eye contact.

Wooyoung's first mistake was keeping you [somewhat] at a distance after the party. Truthfully, he was scared as he sorted through his thoughts— not really sure how to make sense of any of it. Even though, he knew deep down that he did have newfound feelings for you and it wasn't something he could ignore. It wasn't like anything he's felt before, and he knew it'd only grow despite him trying to push it aside to buy him more time.

Wooyoung's second mistake was leaving you that morning without saying much afterwards. Leaving you and him in limbo. Though, this was the one core moment when he could honestly and truthfully say his feelings grew for you. He was locked in, and there was no going back. He should've told you right then and there instead of making you feel like one of them.

One of his hookups, his tap-n-dash's, his toot-it-n-boot-it's. 

You were not that. He meant every word he said to you that night, and he should've fucking told you. Now, he's stuck with not knowing how to do it after some time has passed.

—FLASHBACK

Wooyoung's eyes flutter open to the sun beaming into your studio, causing him to squint and shift a bit in his position. He tries not move too much when he realizes your back is pressed against him, and he's got an arm around you. Luckily, the movements don't wake you and Wooyoung can't help but smile to himself at how tired you seem to be. He snuggles against you for a few more minutes, giving you tiny kisses on your shoulder, the back of your head. His hand gives your side a soft squeeze, and he finds that this is how he'd like to wake up every morning.

With you, in particular.

But as equally as the thought is exciting, it is also frightening. Because every moment seems to make this more and more real and he's not sure how to act. So, he freezes. Those 'few more minutes' are suddenly over, and he's slipping himself out of your bed gently. He needs time to figure out what to say and how to say it without sounding like an idiot. He slips into his clothes and finds a stack of post-its nearby, scribbling a quick note to leave on your nighstand to at least let you know he's thinking about you. He is, he truly is. He doesn't wanna rip himself off you, but he has to cause he needs time—

morning cute stuff! text me when you wake up. had to run off cause im shy and don't want you to see my morning face lol jk need to meet up with san for a workout. talk to you later! hope you slept well :)

Which, isn't entirely a lie. He does need to meet San for a workout, it's just hours later.

He darts out anyway, giving your door one last look before he heads to his car and begins his journey home. When you wake about 15 minutes after he leaves, your heart drops when you realize Wooyoung isn't behind you anymore. You were giving him the benefit of the doubt, thinking he might be locked away in the bathroom.

But, nothing.

His clothes are gone.

Wooyoung is gone.

And although the note leaves a small smile on your face, you can't ignore the way your chest tightens knowing he left in somewhat of a hurry; at least, before you could wake up. Was it because this was always how Wooyoung was? Did he really mean everything he said last night?

Or were you just like them?

The thoughts don't make it any easier on you, and you've swallowed the lump in your throat in an attempt to push the tears back. You can't help but feel hurt despite knowing how Wooyoung was. You weren't any different, and you shouldn't have relied on that. You shouldn't have gotten so comfortable, you shouldn't have opened up to him the way you did.

You were a favor to Wooyoung, nothing more, nothing less.

jiwoo: goodmorning to my baby!!!

jiwoo: sorry i didnt text you last night after dinner, we can catch up later!

jiwoo: come with me to my family lunch tomorrow? we can have a girls day after since i feel like its been so long

jiwoo: we can get our nails done and go shopping then just cry over our favorite movies!!

Then, the reality hits you even more. You're gonna have to tell Jiwoo what happened because even if you try to hide it, you're terrible at lying and Jiwoo will catch on eventually. She'll know something has changed, she'll know something has hurt you.

And you're not ready to tell her it's her own brother.

you: okay 😌 i'm down for lunch and a girls day tomorrow. i need it.

jiwoo: okay, yay! 💕 me too!! i'll pick you up around 11:30 tomorrow.

you: sounds good.

—END

"The most important people have arrived! Sorry to worry you guys. It was kinda traffic." Jiwoo says, greeting her family and San.

"No one asked." Wooyoung glares at her before making a face while she hugs him tightly. "Get off." He whines when she doesn't pry her arms around her brother right away, making her giggle mischievously. When she finally lets go and moves onto San, Wooyoung shifts his attention to you.

"Hey Y/N." He says with a pursed smile, bringing you in for a one-armed hug that feels forced and too stiff.

"Hi." You softly respond, avoiding all eye contact. It sucks, it sucks, it sucks. You didn't end up texting him that morning. As much as you wanted to, you didn't wanna look sad and desperate even though you longed for Wooyoung's company. You spent time with your grandpa to get your mind off of it, but it was difficult. He didn't take the chance to text you either, so that told you more than you needed to know.

Sometimes silence can be the most deafening.

You scurry along to say hello to San before greeting their parents, back to hiding behind Jiwoo as you all wait to be seated.

"Where's Hongjoong?"

"Not here because it's a girls day after this." Jiwoo links her arm with yours as she follows her parents into the restaurant when they're called, Wooyoung and San following behind.

"Girls day? What are you ladies doing afterwards?" Their father asks as all of you settle at a round table. You fall in between Wooyoung and Jiwoo, of course, and you almost wanna tell his sister to switch just for your own sake.

But, you don't. You suck it up. 

You sit. He sits.

It's quiet.

Wooyoung grabs chopsticks from the center container and passes them out to his parents, San, then you and Jiwoo. He doesn't really say anything else, he can't really look at you just like you can't with him.

And all of this is so awkward for no reason.

Well, there are reasons, but it doesn't have to be this way and Wooyoung is constantly calling himself dumb for creating this divide, this distance. For making you feel this way. All he wants to do is hug you, kiss you a few times, hold your hand. Be all cute with you.

He's an idiot.

"Gonna get our nails done and go shop."

"I'm surprised Yeosang didn't come." Wooyoung pauses as he's skimming through the dim sum menu, hoping you don't catch the way his jaw slightly clenches. How he almost rolls his eyes at the sound of his name. He doesn't have a reason to dislike Yeosang at all, but he finds himself getting irked knowing that Yeosang has feelings for you. He shouldn't, though. He can't claim you like that, especially if he's being dumb and not knowing how to be upfront about his feelings properly.

"Oh, no. That probably won't happen for awhile." Jiwoo says.

"Aw, why not? Is he just busy nowadays?"

"Busy sulking." Jiwoo mutters playfully. "Didn't snag the girl of his dreams." She teases you and you roll your eyes.

"Stop that."

"He'll live." Wooyoung adds nonchalantly while him and San check off items on the list, and Jiwoo doesn't even bat an eye at the comment.

"What happened?" San whispers to Wooyoung and he furrows his brows at him. "Did Yeosang ask Y/N out or something?" But before Wooyoung can respond, his mom cuts in with the same question—

"Aw, no! Did he ask you out?" At this point, the waitress brings water and a kettle full of hot barley tea.

"Yeah, but we just decided to stay friends." You look at her so innocently Wooyoung can't fucking take it. Jesus Christ. Kinda reminds him of the other night.

"We, more like you." Jiwoo teases and you glare at her.

"Well, she was honest and I'm sure he appreciated it." Their father chimes in. "You don't ever wanna force anything, that's the number one rule." 

"If he truly values you and respects you as one of his good friends, he'll understand and won't treat you differently from before." Their mom adds. 

"That'll be awkward for them." San says lowly to Wooyoung just as he hands the checklist off to the waitress in passing.

"He's a grown ass man, he'll get over it. You win some, you lose some." San furrows his brows at Wooyoung's reaction. He truly can't help but notice that his bestfriend has been on edge ever since you and Jiwoo came. He's not sure he's ever seen Wooyoung so awkward and.. weird. And he knows you're pretty shy, but you're also acting very weird and.. avoidant?

"I guess so." Is all San says.

"Is there someone else?" Wooyoung almost chokes on his water. The heat instantly rises to your cheeks and you feel somewhat suffocated from the question alone. "Jesus, Wooyoung. I told you to drink slowly." Their mom adds. 

"Mother chismosa. All up in her business." Jiwoo laughs at Wooyoung's response.

"I'm just wondering! She's like my baby, too." She furrows her brows at her son before returning to you with a smile on her face. 

"Oh, um. No. There's no one else." You pause, missing the way Wooyoung is looking at you through his peripherals. "Just thought we're better off that way."

"I see. Well, you know Y/N, the right person will come in time. Don't rush it."

"Sometimes, I wish Wooyoung could find a nice girl like you." His dad chimes in. "He is a pain in the ass, though."

"I'm sorry, I'm confused. Did we gather around over some dim sum just to get on my ass? Did I miss the agenda?" Jiwoo and San snicker.

"Stop it, you're making him embarrassed." Their mom shifts her attention back to you. "Y/N, anyway. How's Papa been?" Jiwoo pours you more tea to drink.

"He's been okay. I spent the day with him yesterday. He hasn't been feeling the greatest, though."

"Oh? Is he sick?" You shrug.

"He seemed to be fine yesterday. He just says he's more tired lately, been feeling this on-and-off dull pain in his lower back. I told him we should go to the hospital, but he doesn't think it's a big deal. He thinks he just needs to keep exercising and stretching properly."

"I see. Otherwise he's been okay?"

"Mhm." You give their parents a small, toothless smile, tugging your turtleneck sweater up when you feel everyone's eyes on you for a second. "He's the same." Underneath the material are the little marks Wooyoung left, and they've barely started to fade away.

"That's good to hear. Please bring him by soon, we'd love to see him again." You nod.

"Girl, aren't you hot wearing that turtleneck?" Jiwoo tugs on the material and you kinda shimmy away from her grip.

"No, I'm okay."

"Is it just me then? Am I getting hot flashes already?" Her mom clicks her teeth and tells her to stop being so dramatic. At this point, the food is rolled in and placed on the table like a game of tetris. Everyone automatically digs in, passing food along until everyone's satisfied with their first serving. Usually by now, Wooyoung has at least teased you one way or another, cracked a joke or poked fun at you. That's how he typically is with you. Today, you're seeing a very different side of him, and you're not sure what you did wrong.

When you finish your food, you try to reach over for another piece of dimsum but it's a little further out than expected. Suddenly, Wooyoung grabs a few pieces and places it on your plate— still not making any eye contact with you.

He's so confusing.

You're not sure if you want it to be like this.

You quickly decide that you don't. You don't want to be this way with someone, you don't want someone to ever be unsure of you. You don't want someone to make you feel the slightest bit of doubt. Which, is crazy to think about. Because Yeosang could've been that person, but you were too busy wanting Wooyoung. You were too busy having feelings for Wooyoung, and even though you still feel guilty about the whole thing with Yeo, there was no way you could've forced yourself to feel a certain way.

Wishful thinking, perhaps?

At least, now you know, and you'll never allow yourself to do that shit ever again.

You continue to eat and engage in small conversation with Jiwoo and her parents, Wooyoung and San mostly in their own world together off to the side. He was seemed to be fine with San, and you don't know if you made it worse for you. You tried to push it to the back of your head, trying to tell yourself that you shouldn't feel this way. That you didn't need to be so hung up over Wooyoung. That you didn't do anything wrong.

Still hurts, though. You wonder if he'll ever talk to you again or bring it up.

When lunch is over, their parents pay for the bill and leave a hefty tip, passing out the little candies that were brought over with the receipt. Jiwoo quickly shuffles you away, thanking her parents for lunch before taking you down the street to a popular nail shop for your appointments. 

The nail shop is as busy as it gets on a Sunday, but you don't wait long before you and Jiwoo are seated at the spa chairs for the pedicures. Jiwoo starts to tell you about how her and Hongjoong are going on a last minute trip to Japan and that you were welcome to come along if you wanted. You've gone on little trips with Jiwoo and Hongjoong before, and they've never made you feel like a third wheel. But, you wonder when you'd get to go on trips with your own special someone, your person.

Would this change things in the future? When Jiwoo and her family invite you on their trips?

Would this change everything?

It makes you feel like you really should've thought about your decisions before letting things escalate that night. Everything feels like a hard ass lesson, and you hate it. Everything is reminding you of your recklessness, of how you relied so much on the way Wooyoung treated you at the party. You can't say you regret it though, but it's starting to feel like a mistake.

When you politely decline and tell her to have fun with her boyfriend, another tech comes to work on your hands, beginning your gel manicure while the other tech continues with your pedicure.

"Has Yeosang texted you?" You shake your head.

"No." You sigh. "We probably won't be the same for a bit. He did say he needed time."

"I'm sorry." Jiwoo looks at you with a small pout. "He'll be okay, though. I know he cares about you regardless."

"And I care about him, too. I just want us to be okay."

"Are you sure you don't wanna come with us? Leave this place for a few days. Work won't care if we're both off last minute, we have enough team members to cover." You chuckle.

"I'm good. Promise."

"What do you wanna do after? Should we shop, then pick up some takeout so we can watch our movies?"

"Sure. I do need to buy some new clothes. I haven't spoiled myself in a bit." She gasps dramatically.

"Same."

"You went shopping when we bought our dresses."

"And that was awhile ago." She shrugs. "I'm on the lookout for this thick zip-up jacket. My brother has one and I keep taking it from him. He keeps getting mad." You don't respond. "I hate to say it, but Wooyoung has taste. Sometimes."

"Hm." You hum.

"Did you notice Wooyoung being all quiet today? It's not like him."

"I guess so."

"Well, he was quieter than usual. It's so unlike him."

"Why don't you ask?"

"Because my brother won't say a thing. I could tell him all my problems, but he won't tell me most of his. You know this. I dunno if it's some kinda façade or front to maintain this strong, older brother image. I know things bother him, but I also know a lot of things don't. It's difficult to read him." Ain't that so, you think. He is terribly hard to read.

"Do you think it's over a girl?" You awkwardly ask, looking to see what her reaction is.

"Wooyoung sulking over a girl? I doubt it. I haven't seen him do that since him and his exes broke up, and that was years ago. I'm convinced stuff like this isn't worth it to Wooyoung anymore. I haven't seen him be different around anyone."

"Oh." 

"Yeah, well. Whatever. I'm sure he'll get over it."

"Yeah, I think so." You respond softly, which Jiwoo kinda catches on. She sees how quiet you've gotten and how you've managed to hide back in your shell— you probably tried not to make it so obvious, but as your bestfriend, it's easy to pick up on your switches, too.

It is a little odd, but she won't bother. She just wants to have a good girls day with you.

After the nail appointment, the both of you make your way down to the biggest mall in town to shop, especially for her trip. You find a few new outfits, one you can't wait to wear out and flaunt. Wooyoung briefly comes to mind, but you shake it off and correct yourself— because no, you're excited to wear and flaunt the new outfits for yourself. 

No one else.

You were genuinely happy for the first time today. You felt good about yourself.

Until tonight comes, and all of that goes out the window rather quickly.

When you get back to Jiwoo's apartment, the both of you are pretty exhausted from the long day being out and about. It's a little past 6pm when you drag yourselves in. You take a quick shower and wind down for the evening, changing into comfier clothes that you've packed in case you wanted to spend the night at Jiwoo's. You lay out the food on the living room coffee table while Jiwoo takes her shower. You've already decided on a lineup of movies tonight: Brown Sugar, The Wood, Love and Basketball. As you wait for Jiwoo to be finished, you scroll through your phone to see if there's been any new updates, new texts.

Nothing.

Though, you've noticed Wooyoung has posted on his Instagram story. You're not usually one to peep, but you are curious; you can't help yourself. For the most part, they're just random photos of the city, San. There are two photos that do catch your eye and you're not sure if Wooyoung meant to post this for a particular reason or just cause. The first photo that catches your eye is an old vintage poster of Spirited Away. It's alongside other vintage Studio Ghibli posters, but he posted this one in particular. The second photo is of the view. You remember that Wooyoung goes there to clear his mind. You wonder if San tagged along.

"What a day!" Jiwoo comes out of the bathroom, hair still damp. She rushes over and plops next to you on the floor in front of the coffee table and TV, sending Hongjoong a quick text. "Ready, babe?"

"Mhm." You nod, the both of you popping your lids to your bowls open as the movie begins. "Thank you for today."

"Of course, are you kidding?! I love a good girls day with my bestfriend." She smiles at you, digging into her food. You swallow the lump in your throat when the truth settles in the pit of your stomach, almost making you lose your appetite completely. She gives your arm a good squeeze. She's so happy— you can't believe you're gonna be the reason why all of that changes. You needed to be honest with her, if not yourself. 

Because what happened, happened. There was no going back to change it.

You give it a good hour or so, making sure the both of you have finished your food and are satisfied while you sit in your thoughts and determine it's probably a good time to talk to Jiwoo about everything. The night has settled, the climax of the movie has passed. You don't wanna wait too long, and you feel like you shouldn't; somehow hoping it'll lessen the damage, lessen the blow.

"Jiwoo." You poke her arm softly.

"Yeah?"

"Can we talk?"

"Sure, of course." She looks at you with concern, pausing the movie. "What's up, babe?"

"You know the other night, when I had dinner with Yeosang?"

"Mhm."

"There were other things I didn't get around to telling you."

"Did something else happen with him?" You look at her and you already feel the impending breakdown ready to take over in about 0.5 seconds.

"N-no. Not Yeosang." You physically shrink as you try to gain the courage to continue on.

"Huh?" Silence. "What is it, Y/N? What're you hiding from me?"

"I-I—" You feel tears welling up in your eyes. "Your brother. I meant to text you while I was drinking at the convenience store, but I accidentally texted your brother. He ended up swinging by and he walked me back home. A-and—" You pause, tears now slowly streaming down your cheeks and they seem to keep coming even with you constantly wiping them away.

"And, what?" Quite frankly, she knows where this is going. Jiwoo just doesn't wanna believe it. But, she has no choice when you hit her with the:

"We hung out for awhile, and things went further."

"Further as in?" You start to cry a little more. "Further as in.. what, Y/N?"

"Things just escalated so quickly, I'm—"

"Escalated? Did you sleep with my brother?" She's in utter disbelief and her tone says it all. She doesn't even need to hear a verbal response from you because your face completely gives it away.

"Jiwoo, I'm sorry. Things just happened and—"

"My brother? Out of all people? Was that why you were so quiet today?" More silence. "Y/N, what were you thinking?! He's no good for you! All he's gonna do is hurt you like he does with every girl that gets tangled up with him. He doesn't care, he's—" She stands as she keeps going, but you aren't hanging onto one word she's saying. You just wanna get this over with, you just wanna get away. You don't wanna hear what you already know. It's your fault; she told you so. You should've known.

"Jiwoo." You plead with your eyes, hoping she stops. It doesn't make anything better, and you feel like a child getting scolded.

"What did he say to you?" She pauses. "What did he say to you? Did he say some sweet shit to get into your pants or what? Were you really that naive?"

"Jiwoo, enough. Please." You cry. "He didn't have to say anything to me, things just happened and it wasn't just Wooyoung. I played a part in this, too." You're not really sure why you're explaining it the way that you are, but you feel as if you have no choice at this point.

"Yeah." She says, almost mockingly. "So, what now? Has he even talked to you after that?" You shake your head pathetically and your tears fall even more. "Exactly, I thought so. Because that's who he is, Y/N. I thought you knew that! He's not gonna change. Now you're here crying over him like the rest of them usually do!" You cry harder, feeling like you're about to be shoved in a corner for timeout. "You can't tell me you actually have feelings for him." She scoffs.

"I'm sorry." Is all you say. What you're sorry for, you're not sure. For yourself? For how things quickly unfolded? For having feelings for her brother?

All of the above?

"Did he even tell you he had feelings for you? Did he tell you anything before he ran off and got what he wanted from you?" You shake your head. "Unbelievable." She grabs her keys and her purse. "You should go."

"I'm sorry. I thought—"

"Please, Y/N. I need some time to process this."

"Where are you going?"

"To my brother's. Quite frankly, I can't look at the both of you right now, but I need to talk to him." You shake your head.

"It's not gonna change anything."

"It's not, but he also deserves to hear it since you're here crying in my living room about it." She furrows her brows in deep disappointment before giving you one last look. "Thought you knew better than that." She turns on her heel and leaves you in her living room. You cry, and you cry. You cry that you don't even know what you're crying over, what you're feeling hurt over.

You cry because one bestfriend is mad at you, and the other bestfriend needs his time away from you.

You cry because you have feelings for Wooyoung.

You cry because you feel so naive and stupid for admitting it, for going along with everything.

Were you wrong for feeling the way you do over him?

You quietly clean up and gather your things, sadly throwing the duffle bag over your shoulder as you lock her door from the inside and walk out. Your head hangs low when you start to walk to the nearest bus stop, taking the long way back home so that you can clear your mind and stop by Papa's apartment on the way over. Honestly, you don't blame Jiwoo for acting the way she did. You knew she was very protective of you, and you knew she was coming from a good place. You kinda just wish everything went down a little differently.

So, you continue quietly. Tears streaming down. Phone tucked away and on silent. Shutting down and ignoring the rest of the world like you always do when things go awry.

"Baby, don't you think you should just simmer down first before talking to your brother?" Hongjoong says over the bluetooth in her car.

"Simmer down for what? I can't believe he'd do that to her."

"Well, you don't really know if he actually had bad intentions. It does take two to tango. You ever think maybe, he's always had it for her and just never realized until he had to be her date? He probably needed the time. I don't think Wooyoung would mess around with Y/N like that."

"Kim Hongjoong. Aren't you supposed to be on my team right now?"

"I am, that's why I'm trying to tell you this is probably not a good idea."

"He was wrong, okay! She's naive, he knows that." She groans, causing Hongjoong to sigh.

"There were better ways to go about it, sure. I just don't think he's intentionally trying to hurt her like you think he is."

"I'll hang up in 5 seconds, Hongjoong." He clicks his teeth.

"Where is Y/N anyway? Thought you two were having a girls day."

"We were until she dropped all of this on me. She's probably on her way home."

"Why did you just leave her?"

"Because I'm angry and I can't deal right now."

"Then, go back home. You can yell at your brother any day, but you shouldn't leave her."

"I'll call you later. I'm at Wooyoung's."

"Jiwoo—" But before Hongjoong can say anything else, Jiwoo is ending the call and shutting off the car. She slams the driver's door and heads into the lobby, furiously pressing the elevator button to bring her up to the 6th floor. When she gets off and heads to his door, she repeatedly knocks until she hears shuffling on the other end.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Jiwoo storms into Wooyoung's apartment as soon as he swings the door open. He knew this would happen at some point— he just didn't think it'd be tonight, exactly.

"You really don't have to yell—"

"My bestfriend!? Why would you sleep with her! She's not one of your fucking girls to toy around with, Wooyoung!" He's actually appalled at the way Jiwoo is coming at him right now. Most of the time, he can handle her. Today is just one of those days where he can't, and he feels himself losing it a lot quicker due to the sensitivity of the subject. He hates how Jiwoo looks at him this way, and he hates how she's so quick to badmouth him, especially when it comes to you.

What if he truly, truly cared about you?

"No one said she was!" Wooyoung matches her tone and San is awkwardly sitting off to the side, unsure of what to do. He didn't think he'd ever hear it this way, let alone didn't think Wooyoung would ever sleep with his sister's bestfriend. It wasn't a secret that Wooyoung thought you were cute, attractive. He just never crossed those lines because he didn't think he should, especially with the way he had tendencies to be a dick.

San is so unsure of how to take all of this.

Did Wooyoung just cave after the party? Did he plan for this to happen? How did he even get you to do all that with him?

"What else can I call it? Why would you take advantage of her—"

"Slow your fucking roll, Jiwoo. I never said I was just using Y/N for anything, nor do you have the right to assume that." Wooyoung says seriously. It's true, and he finds himself hurt at the wild accusations Jiwoo is spewing out. He wasn't always good, but he wasn't entirely bad. He's made some terrible decisions and acted poorly in certain situations, but he never failed to  learn from his mistakes and be the bigger person about it. He'd be honest, and in the end, he would never let his pride win just to get away with it.

"What am I supposed to think with your amazing track record?"

"I don't care if I made some mistakes or fucked around in the past, you don't get to say all that just because you're angry."

"All of a sudden you're good and pure when it comes to Y/N." She groans. "I swear to god, Wooyoung. The favor was supposed to be just a favor, not a window for you to add her to your roster—"

"Aye, stop while you're ahead." Wooyoung cuts her off. "You don't get to come into my space and yell at me for shit you know nothing about. Stop painting me like that, Jiwoo. I'm not this shitty person you like to think I am. For real. I don't appreciate it. You're spitting out all these crazy accusations when you have nothing but my past to refer to. I was never planning to 'put her on my roster' or treat her that way, I never meant to hurt her in any way. It's fucking wild you'd assume that."

"Then, why haven't you talked to her if you wanna claim this is different, Wooyoung?"

"Because I just need time to sort through my shit, okay! As much as I wanna talk to her, I don't know how and I'm trying to figure it out, that's all. Sorry. I'm not tryna mess this up more than I might've already done."

"You're unbelievable." Jiwoo glares at him. "Do you have feelings for her or not? It's a simple yes or no. Stop dragging it out so unnecessarily—"

"No. We're not doing this right now."

"Wooyoung!"

"I don't care! That's not for you to decide, so don't push it." He says sternly. "I'm not answering your question cause we're not talking about this right now, not when we're both angry. We're gonna go in circles like we always do and we're not gonna get anywhere. So no, I'm not saying anything to you, especially until you stop yelling and accusing me of things." He glares at her. "I sure as hell hope you didn't come at Y/N this way because she didn't do anything wrong. You don't get to talk to her like that either." He pauses. "Where is she?"

"I told her to go home."

"Oh, so you left her alone just to do this? The hell is wrong with you?"

"Can't I say the same shit about you? Leaving her that morning without saying a word." She scoffs while he bites his tongue, hoping she'd leave after getting this out of her system. "I thought so. You better fix this properly." Is all Jiwoo says before she turns on her heel and slams his door shut.

"And you should fix your attitude while you're at it!" Wooyoung yells. He groans loudly and plops onto the couch with a loud sigh. "Sorry." Is all he says to San, who is still dumbfounded over the argument that just went down.

"It's all good." Wooyoung is running a hand down his face before tossing his phone onto the table and resting his head back against the couch. As much as he loves to push his sister's buttons, he doesn't enjoy it when they fight. He doesn't like it when they're heated and angry at each other. He knows she can't help but protect you [rightfully so], but he hates the way she treats him like he has zero common sense. He wouldn't do that to you, especially out of all people. 

You would never be just another girl to him.

"So, what happened exactly?" Wooyoung lets out a breath.

"It was the other night, after she had dinner with Yeosang. She meant to text Jiwoo while she was drinking at the convenience store, but she accidentally texted me. I swung by to make sure she was okay, and things just escalated that night."

"That's why you two were weird around each other today."

"Yeah, but that's mainly my fault. I ran off when I shouldn't have. I didn't talk to her the way I wanted to because I froze. I haven't really felt like this in a long time and it scared me. It's a dumb excuse."

"Woo, are you sure this isn't just a phase or something?"

"A phase?" San shrugs. "You're not serious, right?"

"I don't know. I just have to ask. I feel like you've had moments when you thought you liked someone, but it wasn't like that."

"San." Wooyoung almost looks hurt when he turns to him. His expression says all.

"Hm?" Wooyoung shakes his head.

"It's not like that at all. I-I genuinely have feelings for Y/N. I really, really like her."

"Oh." San looks at him, a mixture of confusion and concern plastered on his face. "Oh, okay. So it is like that."

"Fuck." Wooyoung groans. "I fucked up. I should've just told her. Fuck!" He repeats, now pacing around his living room. San doesn't even respond because he's not sure how to. He watches as his bestfriend runs his hand through his hair, quickly texting away before making a call.

Wooyoung's third mistake is letting this linger. Now, everyone, including you and his sister, are continuing to paint him as this bad guy; a bad guy that he has a tendency to be, had a past history of being. But, with you, he's different. He needs you to know that. He should've done this differently.

He just needs to be honest, and he knows he can't put this off any longer. It's time.

Wooyoung feels the inner panic when he tries to call you a few times, but you don't answer. He sends a few texts asking where you're at. If you're safe. If he can come see you so he can talk to you because he really needs to.

wooyoung: y/n. i know you probably don't wanna talk to me right now, but i really wanna explain.

wooyoung: i'm so sorry y/n, i fucked up. can i come see you so we can talk about this properly?

wooyoung: at least let me know if you're okay and safe if you don't wanna talk tonight.

And you see the missed calls and texts from Wooyoung. But, they're overshadowed by the missed call notifications from Papa. You barely get a chance to let it marinate, especially when you approach his apartment and all you're welcomed with is chaos.

Bright lights. 

"Papa?" You walk closer to his apartment, seeing the paramedics coming out with your grandfather on a stretcher. "Papa!" You cry, pushing your way through them to get a good look at your grandpa. He's conscious, barely clinging onto it, though. He gives you a small smile as you hold his hand and climb into the truck, sitting right by his side. He called because he needed you, and you weren't there. You weren't there because you were too busy justifying your actions to Jiwoo, you weren't there because you were too busy trying to find out how to tell her you had feelings for her brother.

You weren't there, and he's here.

Wooyoung is the last thing on your mind right now.

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All Aisle Ever Need 03 | jjk

chapter: 3/ ?

summary:

pairing: Jungkook x fem reader.

story type: series.

genre: exes to lovers, second chance au, right person wrong timing, lack of communication, forced proximity, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut.

rating: m. Mdni

wordcount: 3.7k+

warnings for chapter: troubled parental dynamics/figures. It's implied that they are both grown, Jungkook is older than reader (the age is subjective). cussing. found family, flashbacks. none really from here on.

a/n: this is when we get into a little more of the back story.

A/n: it's not a friday but here you go...

date: 13/05/25

note: this is not the first chapter

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Waking up early on a no-work day is great, though it does feel like a self-inflicted punishment today. Your body aches, and you can hardly move your neck. Your bed has always been comfortable and brought you nothing more than that. But last night, the sleep you got was in intervals. And that's rare for you. Each beginning had you slipping off because of how tired you were, but then your eyes snapped open from a dream.

The dreams varied from random childhood memories to Jungkook leaning against the door frame and smiling at you, still in the outfit you gave him. It felt too real. The waking you would say that was a nightmare, but the dream never caused you an inch of discomfort. It's nothing but a dream.

Maybe the smile was a threat. Everything feels like a threat to your life, to never let it be the same again. Because from now on, your life won't be the same.

Regardless of being able to sleep or not, you like waking up early. You have more time in the day that way.

You still don't know how to process yesterday. You try to remember the happy moments, but they get covered with his face. Yesterday, you were so angry at him and at everything, and today you're still upset. Now it's more about yourself. Maybe you should just take this oppo—no.

You don't have to take shit; this doesn't mean a single thing. It was a fucked-up coincidence.

You’re married to your fucking ex... sigh.

You're a meme to the universe at this point.

But of course, your ex is the best choice but the worst at the same time.

You thought sneaking out extra early to take your dress to the laundry would help you deal with this, but no... it’s making you feel worse because now you have to wonder if Jungkook is awake or not.

He sleeps longer than you; it’s not a surprise.

Something in you wants to avoid him at all costs, and after he leaves your house, you plan on doing that. But right now, you have to deal with it.

You’ve never been the type to kick people out, but you've never been shy to tell them when they've overstayed. Has he overstayed? Honestly, he should’ve never stayed, but—your fault again.

You’re kinder than you thought you would be. Because you should’ve called that Uber yesterday.

You sit in your car, thinking about whether you should go in or not, and you’ve never felt more childish. It’s your house; you shouldn’t be afraid to just walk in.

You don’t have to speak to him anyway; just walk in and do your stuff.

“Morning.”

You should’ve stayed in the car longer.

You scare yourself; the first thing you hear is his voice. You thought he'd still be asleep.

His voice is slow and flows out casually, clearly still in the hands of sleep.

You glance at him once, still stuck and taking your time to close the door. He eyes you from behind your island counter, wondering why you stand frozen.

“Thought you ran from me.” He smiles, licking the drop of coffee off his lip.

He thought you ran? Did you?

“You went into my room?” You finally move from your spot and into the kitchen. You’re so hungry. You knew you should’ve stopped by a café, but heaven knows what stopped you. Because now that you’re here, you don’t feel like anything you eat will sit in your stomach.

How would he know you weren’t here unless he looked into your room? You haven’t done your bed shit... did he go in your room? You don’t know why you panic at the thought of someone seeing you at a low point.

Because you’re not yourself right now.

Maybe you were running away.

“Wouldn’t dare.” He chuckles, staring deeper into his coffee.

He knows better than to. You already expressed that he wasn’t a guest here, so he doesn’t plan on doing anything further to anger you. Even making this coffee was a question mark for him.

“You left the door open,” he explains.

You freeze.

“I did what?”

“You left the door open,” he repeats. What? Are you about to yell at him?

You scoff, shaking your head. “Doesn’t sound like me.” You brush him off because you would never do that.

“Just telling you.” He retreats; it’s not something important to have a discussion on, but he thought you should know. If he wasn’t here and you did that, who knows what would’ve happened? You do live in a more secure apartment building, but nothing’s 100%.

He knows it’s something you wouldn’t do, but you look ‘not yourself today.’ Is it because of him?

You ignore everything; that's the affirmation of this whole thing, right? So that’s what you’re going to do. And something that helps you with that is your coffee.

So, pulling open your cabinet, you search the perimeter for the coffee bags you had. You swore you had them. They'd be almost done by now, but they’re there.

“You finished the coffee?” you turn sharply to the only person with a cup of coffee.

“I’m sorry.”

Great, now you’re going to have to drink tea. It’s fine; you like it, but coffee has always been a better stress reliever. And of course, it just had to be him to ruin the only thing you found solace in.

You accept it and choose to just reach for your mug—“It’s fin—are you using my mug!?”

“Am I?” He stares at the mug. It’s the first one he saw, and it was pretty. He didn't realize it, though. Are you upset? At this point, everything is a landmine in this house.

You roll your eyes. “You’re kidding, right? Is this how you act elsewhere?” He doesn’t respond. “Don’t be so comfortable.”

“You can have it...” There’s definitely a better way for you to set your boundaries with him, but like you said, it’s your house. Honestly, he should just go home. Nothing about being here feels welcoming.

He wants to give it back, but you’re already grabbing another.

You're both silent as you make your cup.

Words itch at Jungkook's throat as he just watches you. There's a lot he wants to say, but where to start? The thought of your reaction has him doubting if he shouldn’t just go home.

Mornings with you were once different from this. Back then, he'd be hovering over your shoulder as you both made breakfast. He preferred you sat, but you didn't like the idea of just sitting when you could help out.

And even when Jungkook forced you to just sit down and watch him, you couldn't just sit. So you would repack his pantry.

He smiles.

“You need to refill your pantry,” he suggests, not as hastily as you hear it, but as an observation. And maybe a conversation filler.

“With some new stuff as well.” Years back, when he would come to yours, he’d find the same type of food you have right now. He’s not sure if you’re just a super fan of the brands, and that’s cool, but you surely can’t have the same taste.

“I’ll be fine.” You walk past him.

You didn’t want to think much about it last night when you gave him the pants, but now you realize you should’ve sacrificed some sleep to find him a shirt. You hate it, but you've got eyes, and he's right in front of you. You hate how you notice how much he's changed. He's bigger—muscles, of course. Not that the pants are hiding much. Geez. You really don't like the best for you.

You never thought tattoos were something that were interesting to look at. Your mother said they were a useless commitment. But now, looking at Jungkook... they aren't that bad. But maybe it's just him. He looks good in them; you'll give him that.

But away from that type of thinking, you do hate that he doesn't seem uncomfortable at all. He's too casual with this.

And the flashbacks to days when you’d stay over at his (which was all you ever did). Thoughts of you laughing at something stupid he said or him—No. No, think.

“How did you sleep?”

Him speaking doesn’t help you in any way. It’s exactly what you don’t want to do.

“We don’t need to speak, you know?” You spit out. What are you even looking for? You can’t keep walking around.

Breakfast—you wanted to make breakfast.

“We’re going to have to.” It’s a truth you want to avoid. But it’s possible if you both agree that you don’t have to talk about anything. Doesn’t he realize that that’s better?

Still walking around, you pretend to not hear him. “Did you leave my room how you found it?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at how you ignore him, but he’ll bite.

“Thought room service was going to do that.” He laughs, and you’re not amused. You can dish out so many remarks but can’t take them.

Not trusting him at all, you’re quick to take a peek at the guest room.

It’s clean. It’s clean.

“Not gonna cuss me out?” The smug look on his face has you rolling your eyes. Fine, he did one small thing you didn’t expect of him, so what?

“I don’t usually leave my pillows like that, but you tried.”

He laughs lightly.

Shit has never been this awkward between him and a woman before. And he’s never not known what to do. But you always seem to take him out of himself, honestly. You’re really going to be the test of if he’s changed or not.

Finally deciding to get serious, you open your fridge, and you groan at the sight. Not much to see, honestly.

“I told you, you need to refill.”

Being so caught up with the wedding, you forgot to go grocery shopping. In truth, you didn’t think you would need to. After the wedding, you thought you and your husband would move in together or find somewhere else to live, and that would be that. You didn’t want to waste food.

Maybe it was dumb to think that.

But it’s fine. You just grab a snack.

“We can go out for breakfast,” Jungkook suggests warmly, walking over to the sink to rinse it.

“Who’s we?”

He pauses.

“You wouldn't want to?”

You don’t answer for a second, but your stomach does a good job at speaking for you. You hate it sometimes.

Jungkook chuckles internally, and it threatens to slip past his lips when you try to deny it. If it was life or death, you would really rather die than let him help you. It’s a shame.

“Just because we’re married doesn’t mean you need me in your plans.”

“I would do this for anyone,” he's quick to correct.

“So generous.”

He rolls his eyes. But he won’t let your stubbornness stop him. “I’ll bring you back something then.”

You raise a brow, but you can’t deny the idea speaks to you. Even through your frustration, you won't deny that Jungkook is caring. He's a lot of things you can't seem to put together.

The day you left, you promised you'd never try to decipher what Jungkook was or was not because it didn't matter. It doesn’t matter.

“You’re coming back?”

Jungkook thinks for a second. He has overstayed, huh? Maybe he's running away from going home too. “Now that you’ve said it, no.”

It’s what you wanted; why is your chest tightening?

“But I would appreciate it if you could drive me back to mine.”

“J-just call an Uber.”

“Are we gonna discuss this again?” he chuckles. “We know how it’ll end.” He teases for your kindness last night.

"You slept with him?"

You roll your eyes at Jisoo’s reaction to you telling her Jungkook slept at yours.

Taehyung hasn't said much since you called them. You have no clue what has him busy behind the camera.

When coming back home, you stopped by the store just to buy food that will last you till you have to leave for the honeymoon.

You sigh. You're excited to be going out of the country, but the circumstances aren't ideal, so you wonder if you will enjoy it. You want to because it's been a while since you went on a trip and just relaxed.

While dropping him off, Jungkook offered for you to come in, and he could make something for you. But just like him, you didn’t want to have to speak to his mother, so you dodged that.

"What the heck? No, I didn't." The scowl on your face tells them how you feel about the idea.

Why the hell would that be the first thing she would think to ask?

"He just didn’t want to go home. And honestly, I get it." You shake your head at the memory of Jungkook's parents. His dad's cool, but his mother...

"His mother is kind of a bitch?" You question if that's how you should refer to her. It's not like it's wrong. You wouldn’t say it to her face or Jungkook's, but you do think it. Jungkook would get it, right? He's said it to you before.

"Is that how you're addressing your mother-in-law?" Jisoo laughs teasingly, and you follow.

"Honestly, if you met her, you would agree." You say defensively. You respect elders, but Jungkook’s mother? Lol.

"So he's got mommy issues?" Taehyung finally speaks.

You pause to think. "I guess you could say that." You frown when you think about it. And when you think more, you connect the dots and realize... "She's like my dad."

Small hums fall out of your friends' mouths.

It's only now that you're realizing how similar you and Jungkook could be. But you don't know much about him still. Why the hell did you love him in the first place? You barely knew a single thing about what you should’ve known about him. You guess you knew him; that’s enough, right?

You met his family. He's never met yours; maybe you're the one who wasn't serious.

You're shocked his mother didn't walk up to you at the wedding. Maybe she didn't remember you? But with the way she analyzed you that day, she should be able to remember.

What does she think of you now? Everything she says is so backhanded, honestly; you don't care to know.

"You seem to be feeling better."

"Yeah, you were a bitch yesterday."

You laugh out when Taehyung abruptly spits out his drink. You almost spit out your latte. "I was not." You definitely were. And the side eyes they give you are evidence of their disagreement.

You're not normally like that, but when you are, you're glad you have friends to tell you. They're never shy to do so. "I'm sorry for that. I was just so—"

"It's okay; we understand."

You pout and share a smile with them.

"So would you care to share what happened between the two of you?"

Oh—you could only dodge so far.

"If you want to," Jisoo adds, so you don't feel any pressure.

You have no issue with sharing it with them. Who else would you tell? But it’s definitely going to be embarrassing.

"It's nothing Shakespeare-worthy." You blush, embarrassed, hands over your face. Are you really going to have to relive it?

It really isn't anything special. You'd been with him for two years. Two years, and you were inching away from being anything serious the more days went on.

It was confusing because everything about you two felt serious.

You shared 'I love yous' (him first). You spent most of your time together and talked often. Jungkook would never go a day without sending a "hi" text. Everything felt set in stone and serious.

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Flashback: Two Years Ago

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"You okay?" Jungkook coos, brushing the loose hair off your face.

"Huh?" You finally tear your eyes off the one spot you've been staring at.

Jungkook, noticing the blank look on your face, pulls you in playfully. "You look sad." You laugh when he nuzzles his nose into your neck. "I don't like when you're sad."

Laughing, you pull him away and speak through a giggle. "I'm not sad."

He pauses his attacks to look at your face. "Then what's wrong?" He stares at every inch of your face and watches it closely as it falls once again. There's definitely something bothering you, and his brows furrow at the thought.

You stare at the wrinkles on his white duvet. How do you ask what you want to ask?

You pick at your cheek.

"Don't do that." He strokes the cheek that your teeth attack, and immediately you stop.

Whatever it is you want to say requires a more serious tone. So he sits up, the material sliding down his torso. You sit up as well.

"You can talk to me, you know, right?" He reassures you. You rarely get this nervous or awkward. But of late, he can definitely feel a shift on your part, which has led him to draw back a bit. But not enough to make you feel like he doesn't care.

He wouldn't say he's the best at this, but he tries; he wants to be good at this.

Honestly, he doesn't like where your silence is going. What are you about to say?

"I know." You know you can talk to Jungkook about anything, but there are things that are just so hard to talk about with someone you doubt could be there the next few years. You hate to trauma dump on somebody, and then the next moment, you're breaking up, and he's using those things against you. Would Jungkook do that? You're not sure.

Jungkook has honestly been a breath of fresh air for you in terms of relationships. But you're getting older, and you can't keep playing around. You're not even in an established relationship.

You never questioned the non-commitment in the beginning because you never thought things would last between you two. It was just a hookup, but the things turned casual, and soon casual hookups turned into casual conversations and casual laughter. Months turned into a year. And things would have been great if you both clearly didn't feel deeply for what you had.

It's honestly the most complicated situationship. You were basically a couple without the title.

Why? On your part, you would say you were scared things would change once you brought up commitment, or maybe you weren't the commitment type. You have no clue what it is you want, that's why it's hard to bring it up. But maybe whatever he says may push your mind to one direction.

"Talk to me, baby." He says, pulling you into him and placing a kiss on your temple.

You hate this. Hate this confusion. So you pull back and get off the bed.

Jungkook's confused by your actions. He sits at the edge of the bed.

"I can't do this."

Communication is so crucial, but you've been too carried away to do so. You never had goals or intentions for this relationship; it just happened, and you just let it. It was nice to not have expectations for anything.

How the hell did you survive this for almost a year?

But things are getting confusing, and now you realize.

"What do you think we are?" It's a genuine question, one with weight and could change a lot. You never really knew; you hooked up, but it never felt like that, and honestly, it was never always that. You always hung out and did non-sexual stuff. You talked, you laughed, and you even cried in front of him once, though it was because of a movie. If somebody saw the way you hung out, honestly, they would pin it as a friendship. Were you two friends? A fucked-up way to be friends.

"Huh?"

Yeah, you're just as confused.

"Where's this coming from?"

You roll your eyes.

"Don't you wonder?" You take a seat by his desk that's at the end of his bedroom. Jungkook watches your every movement. There's a lot of stuff he'd like to notice, like the way his shirt slides up when you sit down or the way your skin glows from the rays of sun from his window. But he can't; all he's thinking about is your question.

What are you actually?

"I don't know," he responds, and you scoff. "We never talked about it, really."

"We should talk about it."

If you weren't upset over nothing before what he says after surely guarantees that.

"What's there to say?" He chuckles. What's there really to say?

You scoff. "Well, do you want to be something?"

Jungkook pauses, stands, and walks over to you.

Just like you, he never really thought much of this in the beginning. But as time went on, he did grow feelings for you. And it was nice to not have a label or to even think of labels. It's not like he cheated or was disloyal to you. He was all yours, just without a label.

And there's nothing wrong with that to him. Labels aren't that serious. He doesn't need a label to treat you right. He's been doing that just fine.

"Huh? You want to be something?" He caresses your cheek as you look up at him. Why does he make your knees weak? That fucking smile. He's always too calm and always know show to calm you.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. "I don't know, Jungkook. I just... I don't want to keep pretending like this is nothing when it feels like so much more."

A embarrassing to say but you feel like you can trust him with it.

He nods slowly, processing your words. "I get it. I really do. But what if we just keep it like this for a while longer? No pressure, no labels. Just us."

You want to argue, to push for something more concrete, but the sincerity in his eyes makes you hesitate. Maybe he’s right. Maybe you both need more time to figure things out.

Maybe labels don't mean much.

"Okay," you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. "But we need to be honest with each other."

"Deal," he replies, a smile breaking across his face. "I promise."

But being honest with eachother was the last thing that happened...

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A/n: we're now going to get into more of the back story so the following chapter will be flashbacks. I know its not a Friday but I wanted to get this out cause i missed Friday...

A/n 2: i'm sorry if this chapter was ass, this week's been busy and mentally draining. if you didn't like it please don't tell me and if you did like it please let me know.

i'm getting to the point where i'm getting insecure about everything i put down, so i hope i get through that but anyways i don't mean to sob... I will keep writing it though, I'm not giving up...

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cw; dark themes, written and edited half asleep

thinking about a nightfall by penelope douglas type of situation with blackchurch, but instead of it being emmy getting dumped in with will and co, it’s reader being dumped in with tf141. (brief summary of context here)

the boys are stuck there, have been for years without any outside contact, especially not from women. they’re immediately enraptured with you, obsessed with your every expression and movement.

you met simon first; waking up in a panic then stumbling out into the hallway, desperately trying to figure out where the hell you were, freezing at the sight of a dark figure, barely concealed by the shadows. he’s tall, and visibly very strong, his face completely hidden, but you can feel his eyes on you, the heavy weight of his gaze locked onto you, watching you like a predator would its prey. you stammer out a few words, anything to get him to drop his eyes or tell you what was going on. he stayed silent, and you could’ve sworn you saw his shoulders shaking lightly, was he laughing at you? completely losing your nerve, you spun on your heal, running down the hall as you heard the man’s heavy footsteps behind you, heartbeat pounding in your ears.

price was next, you turned a corner and bumped right into his chest, strong arms catching you as you fell back with a squeal. he held you steady, raising an eyebrow as the corner of his mouth twitched up, holding back a smile. he’d waited so goddamn long for this, he almost couldn’t believe you were real. you looked so scared, wide eyes staring up at him as salty tears spilled down your cheeks, a quiet whimper escaping your lips as you feel simon press up against your back, sandwiching you between them.

price shushes you, asking you what your name was kindly, smile finally slipping past his grasp at the deep flush of your cheeks, before guiding you to the living room and sitting down next to you to ask you some questions. you were too scared to run again, knowing that there’s no way you could get past the two of them, yet alone run faster, they’d catch up in mere seconds. simon always loomed near, staying with his back leant against a wall in the living room as he watched the two of you talk. you couldn’t bare to look at him, far too terrified to meet his eyes in the much lighter room. the mask didn’t help. you weren’t quite sure what it was of, weren’t quite sure you could cope with knowing yet either.

johnny and kyle were last, loud barks of laughter echoing down the hall, interrupting your shy and brief answer to another of price’s questions. they trailed into the room, their conversation coming to an abrupt end at the sight of you, johnny’s eyes nearly bulging out his head as kyle’s jaw dropped.

price ordered them to sit, observing your reactions as you watched warily, very aware of the fact that you seemed to be in a house full of men in the middle of nowhere, no where to escape to and no one to protect you from them. kyle gave you a small smile, obviously trying to calm you whilst johnny looked like he might explode with excitement beside him, beaming at you before going into a erratic ramble of questions, giving you no time to answer before asking another one. you shook silently on the sofa, wracking your brain for some kind of a solution, hopelessly begging your mind to wake up from whatever horrific nightmare this was.

fearful tears streamed down your face, trying to slowly distance yourself from the men, shifting down the sofa and towards the door. you nearly jumped out of your skin when simon pushed off the wall to move closer, walking up to you before kneeling before you. your heart leapt in your chest as you finally met his gaze, the realisation that his mask was a human skull, making you whimper again. his head tilted as he just looked at you for a minute, your brows furrowed and chin quivering at the terrifying man knelt in front of you.

eventually, he smacked his lips together, exchanging a quick glance at price before returning his focus back to you, “you’re ours now, lovie, and we’ve been waiting a very long time for you.”

[brianwashere]

hello!! saw your writing today in my tags and got interested, read some more and you seem really cool :D i got one fic stuck in my head though, the one you posted earlier today with the 7 foot spider reader! it was really cool but i kind of thought about a follow up (and I made sure to check your rules before this)

i was thinking, m/n is really big, intimidating and generally a badass- however. in bed (nsfw) he’s inexperienced, shy af, and ends up just being really submissive (you actually didn’t specify if you prefer dom or sub reader, i assumed you mind neither, but if u don’t feel comfortable with this then just ignore)

thank you, and keep up your great works so far :D

Anon, you’re officially my favorite fucking person ever. Oh my god. This req. warmed my heart. Idek what. It just did. Thank you for reading my other fics too. Wow. I’m reeling rn.

Also you didn’t specify who with so I just did HCs for Noir and Miguel

Pls req again soon! You’re so sweet

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from marvel or sony **

Summary: look at req

Tw: explicit activities ehehehehe, language

-Miguel-

The first time you two try anything he’s expecting you to be all dominant and get his ass blasted

Y’all two are making out and he’s ready to take it to the next level

And you’re nervous cause you know he’s expecting you to be this super experienced “knows how to make you scream immediately” kinda guy

The truth is you haven’t had much experience because while people may be into the whole “huge man” thing they’re too scared to actually come up to you and even have a conversation

And you’re also scared of hurting your partner

Just a mix of things that led you to little experience

It doesn’t take long for Miguel to figure it out

As soon as you glanced at his face nervously he knew something was up

At first Miguel is surprised bcc he would’ve expected men and women to practically be hanging from you

Once he recovers from the initial shock he’s down with topping and showing you the ropes

It’s a bit of a boost to his ego, not to mention a massive turn on for him

He never lets you shy away from him/cover your face. He loves seeing you. He knows he’s not stronger than you but he’ll still pull your hands away/pull you closer

But sometimes he does wanna be on bottom

Queue very erotic teaching sessions

When you do something he likes he’ll definitely over exaggerate so you’ll know

He also loves marking you up in more…intense ways because he knows it won’t really hurt you

Clawing your back. He’ll claw the SHIT out of your back.

Biting you too. Sometimes he just can’t help it

He finds out you have god tier stamina and impecable recovery time and will definitely use that to his advantage

*cough cough* Overstimulation and denial *cough cough*

He’s down to do whatever you’re comfortable with but sometimes he really needs some stress relief i.e. getting a blowjob or just fucking you senseless

He won’t admit it but he likes when he’s the little spoon after you two are done

~Noir~

You got nervous and told him the first make out session that you had practically no experience

He was a little taken aback, again, you’re so big and so hot how could people not be lining up for a piece of you

It makes him feel even more lucky to be with you though

“Oh…that’s ok, dear. We’ll take it slow, then.”

Then he finds out your submissive too and he’s pretty sure he has a heart attack

Now he was pretty vanilla at first but then he found the internet and stumbled upon some kinks and did some…research

Behind. He loves seeing your back muscles move and twist under him

He likes tying your wrists together with some of his webbing

It’s strong enough that it could actually hold you if you tried resisting, maybe not for very long, but it wouldn’t snap like thread at the slightest pressure

He loves praising you. Praise. All the time. Always praise. You could breathe and he’d be on his knees for you

Every time he does something new he asks if you’re ok with it

He’ll be gentle if that’s what you want but he figures out that’s usually not the case

Usually you want everything he’s got, as much as he’ll provide you

He does love soft romantic nights with you though

Where he gets to enjoy your large beautiful frame and your contrasting shyness

When he gets to slow down and drink in ALL of you

The noises you make, the small movements, your incoherent mumbling

He loves ALL of it

He’s so down bad for you not even a joke

A little guilty pleasure for him is kissing you senseless

He loves being the big spoon for you, even if it just feels like a backpack is attached to you

[tatsumessy]

when you get hurt badly - {blade (honkai star rail)}

you and blade had been dating for a while now but you having a shy personality and blade having more of a cold personality you were always put off a bit. not in a bad way but in a way to where you don’t want to do anything that might jeopardize the relationship. you both hadn’t discussed anything as important comparing to the future cause you were both busy with work but ever now and then he would make it known to people that you were in a relationship.

whether you two were in the same vicinity he’d always stay at most five feet away from you or just hover behind you while you do whatever you were doing. other than that, that was the most stimulation the two of you had with each other. but then there were sometimes where so many people would ask you because you were more prone to be talked too if you and blade broke up and you would say no with a little hesitation. because you were confused as to why they were asking such a stupid question.

things like this made you reminisce on your relationship that you should’ve tried harder on. currently you and three other people were dispatched on a mission to a dangerous deserted town that housed dangerous thugs and vigilantes. this would’ve been a piece of cake if you weren’t stuck with trainees who had a smaller power level than you. they all got caught off gaye’s and got beaten to a pulp, you were yelling at the last girl to stand up while you fought some guy but she wasn’t moving.

fear struck and your assumption was that she was dead, that moment of hesitation and confusion got you punched in the face. the man then proceeded to step on your leg breaking it. screaming out in pain you pulled out your weapon and started swinging at the man. he didn’t take your half assed threat seriously as he pushed forward knocking you harder onto the ground, your head hit the concrete with such impact that before you passed out you could feel him stab you in your stomach then a familiar voice of your mentor.

when you woke up everything was foggy, you remembered everything but your head hurt like a bitch. “your awake.” your mentor spoke, you sat up ignoring the pain and reopening your wound up trying to figure if the girl was okay. “she is fine. lay back down so i can stitch you back up. you have a concussion, a busted lip, two broken ribs and a broken leg. and you’re worried about someone else. reckless.” you rolled your eye while biting on your fingernails, “this is my fault. i should’ve paid better attention…” you said staring and wincing at the needle piercing through your skin again.

“you did fine, apparently they knew you were coming and planned that attack. you did as best as you could y/n.” she said cutting the excess off then grabbed bandages to wrap around your waist. suddenly the room door swung open and it was the last person your were expecting. blade was rushing into the room frantically looking around for you. once his eyes locked with yours he walked over and pushed your mentor out the way then grabbed your face to look at you. “what the hell happened. first of all, why didn’t you tell me you were going out on a mission?”

“it was an easy one i could’ve done it in my sleep.” you responded darting your eyes away from him, he was awfully close and your face was starting to heat up. “yet here you are with a broken leg, busted lip, concussion and broken ribs y/n. like i said what the hell happened out there? who did this to you.” “i was protecting someone i was incharge of. rather me than her.” you said trying to push him away so you could get some breathing room but he stayed put.

“no, better her than you.” he placed his hands on his hips and glared down at you. “i’m okay, it wasn’t a big deal blade.” for a second you could see a slight red dark glow in his eyes, it quite frankly scared you. he turned towards your mentor, “can we have the room please.” she nodded her head yes then left the room quickly, even she could sense the tension between the two of you.

“do you have a death wish or something? you. could. have. died.” he said emphasizing each word, you felt like you were getting scolded by your parent but really it was just your overprotective boyfriend. “but i didn’t. i was doing my job protecting the trainees.” he sighed and rolled his eyes before sitting down right next to you on the already shaky bed. you looked at him in confusion, he put his arm around your shoulder and forced you to lean into him. “i wish you leaned on me more y/n. i know i haven’t done my best on trying to move our relationship forward but come on.”

you wanted to laugh at his facial expression to mask the pain that you were in because this was a momentous occasion. blade actually opening up to you which with the pain you were in already made you emotional. tears fell down your cheeks, you wrap your arms around his abdomen and cry into his chest. “it hurts so bad…and i felt so helpless” you whined out, he laughed softly at your crying happy that you weren’t hiding things from him anymore especially when you were in pain.

[jelestes]

jelle x good luck babe!

a headcanon

_______________________________________________The first time she heard the song she was cleaning the house. Henry was scrolling to whatever social media teens were into these days and the melody got stuck in her head. She kept murmuring it for weeks, whistling here and there, it got to a point where she would mumble the melody in her sleep. It was an earworm.

She didn’t know the name of the singer nor the name of the song, she tried asked Henry but it was no use, he didn’t remember either. JJ was finally accepting she had no other choice but to drive herself mad trying to figure out the name of the song when Tara heard her mumbling the melody and stated — in what JJ could only describe as a mix of disbelief and surprise — that she would’ve never pictured JJ as a Chappell Roan listener. JJ was confused for a second but she connected the dots, gave Tara a shy smile and ran her hands trough her purse blindly grabbing her airpods.

As soon as she typed the singers name the song came on, it was like scratching an itch in her brain, she felt relieved. Then she heard the lyrics. Every new sentence hitting her harder than the prior. Her mind wandered to her.

Elle Greenaway.

Just the thought of her name sent a cold shiver down JJ’s spine. Elle was her first in many aspects, she was also her last. They had broken up before she ran away, she remembers perfectly.

Everything was going well, perfect even, JJ had never been that happy before and all it took to make everything crumble down was one phone call.

Her mom.

She could still hear Sandy begging, pleading with her to let this “nonsense” go, it’s been almost 20 years and till this day JJ is unsure on how her mom found out, what she knows for sure is that she should’ve never listened to it. She should’ve listened to Roslyn, she should’ve remembered that summer Roz caught her drawing hers and her middle school best friend name repeatedly inside a heart, she was so scared, tears were clouding her vision but she could see Roslyn smiling at her, the older sister kissed the top of her head, held one of her hands and said “It’s okay, Jayge. Don’t be afraid, you’re doing nothing wrong” then sat on the carpet and helped JJ finish her coloring. That’s what she should’ve remembered, not her mom’s poisoning words.

It was too late now, heck, it was too late then.

She remembered going down to Elle’s apartment the same night, she remembered telling her she was confused, she wasn’t sure anymore, she wasn’t into girls in that way, that this was all fun, it wasn’t serious. Elle thought she was playing at first but at the sight of the very real tears streaming down JJ’s face she knew it was over.

Then the fisher king happened.

JJ saw Elle crumbling before her eyes and she wanted nothing more than to hold her, to kiss her, to make it all go away but she couldn’t. She shouldn’t.

She tried to convince herself that their friendship would bounce back, that Elle would understand her, that they could be friends once this nightmare was over. But that never happened.

She never had the chance to tell Elle that she loved her. She was gone six months later, leaving only her badge, her gun and JJ’s bleeding selfish heart behind.

She received a letter a year later. Elle was doing okay, she met someone, she still thought of JJ, she hoped onde day JJ could break free from herself.

Then there was Emily.

JJ wasn’t sure when or how but she started feeling those feelings again, she couldn’t go there, not again. So she thanked the heavens when Will came along.

She liked Will enough, she could see herself with him. But she tasted Elle’s mouth when she kissed him, she missed Elle’s body when she was with him. She came close to breaking up with him so many times, but he was so nice, her mom adored him, he treated her right, he loved her and Elle was history.

Then life went on, as it always does.

Life gave her Henry and Michael, a stable relationship, a house, a husband that loved her and yet she still had this lingering feeling like a ghost that followed her around.

JJ got up from her desk, her airpods still on, the music still playing.

She opened her old office’s door, grabbed her keychain and opened up a drawer. She held onto the now 20 something old picture of her and Elle. She brushed her fingers across Elle’s face then touched the name, her name, stamped over the wrinkled old letter as the song went.

JJ did tried to stop to world, but she could never stop the feeling.

JJ was finally free.

[sleepyficss]

hiiiiiii same taco loving girly girl as before. previous request was my first time sending a request to a blog like this and i do really like the post!!!!!!! super cute :3 romantic headcanons for taco regarding each of the five love languages? same concept for reader as before. please and thank you ueeeehhhhhhh

love languages.

taco x reader

authors note:

aghh i love writing about love languages, there's so much i could ramble about here. ty ty for another request !!! i'm glad you liked the other one – keep the good ideas coming!! /lh

words of affirmation

- this ones' first up!! i feel is very important to her.

- some days, she gets in stuck in her own head, and starts to convince herself that you aren't going to stick around forever. she gets scared that you'll decide that, no, you don't forgive her for her past actions; and that she'll lose you like mic, and pickle –

- taco definitely needs to hear your reassurance, reminding her that you wouldn't leave her willingly for any reason.

- let her know that you don't hold anything against her for her past actions, and nothing will change your current relationship with her <3

- taco also understands how other peoples' words/opinions may affect you.

- as previously mentioned, she knows how it feels to be scared of possible abandonment – she isn't afraid to talk you through it, and to let you know how much she loves you.

- reminds you constantly that she couldn't imagine being with anyone else, not that she'd want to be, either.

quality time

- taco has stated before, that she thinks better when she has another person to talk to.

- so, please PLS just sit down next to her, while she's working on a project, or even just playing a game like sudoku (she's such a nerd, did u see her calculating her fall into the water in s1?? & i mean that with pure affection LOL).

- it may even help her figure things out along the way if you ask her what she's making/planning/how to play, so she can explain it.

- you may end up sitting there having no clue what half the words she's saying are, but its the thought that counts!! just nod and smile, she's too buried in her own work to notice that you're completely lost.

- leaning against her on the couch while you watch television, or read a book, or literally anything!! just relax by chilling around with her.

physical touch

- you're looking at the most touch-starved object in existence here (mephones a close second, i won't lie).

- especially after s1, where she was alone for so long before making a series of even worse decisions, barely anyone even bothered to LOOK in her direction, much less interact with her.

- the first time you hold her hand, she's almost forgotten what it was like to feel the touch of someone that actually cared for her.

- taco is surprised by your touch, and you almost go to retract your hand out of fear that she isn't comfortable with it – she's quick to reach back for it though, quietly asking you to not let go.

- (now she won't ever let go of you, good luck! she's super glued your hands together.)

- jk jk. but she's so shy about any affection for a while, that you almost think she won't ever get used to it.

- but OH BOY. when she does get more comfortable with initiating it? taco becomes quite the flirtacious menace.

- she's learnt of the affect she has on you, originally with just her voice (don't lie, she could say 'hello' to me, and i'd swoon), but now her touch? she loves seeing you flustered.

acts of service

- one of taco's greatest skills is her problem solving abilities, so she won't hold back when trying to come up with solutions to any of the issues you confide in her.

- especially after all you've done for her, trusting her, staying with her, and loving her, despite everything she's done?

- will do anything just to see a smile on your face (if not because she loves you, then to make herself feel more confident in believing that you do love her, but she won't admit that to you – she knows you'll scold her for it).

- she does really appreciate if you try to do the same to her, whether its trying to help her with an issue she's having, or if its just making a cup of tea for her.

- taco isn't used to it, as she doesn't usually get any sort of help from others unless they're getting something out of it. she almost expects you to want something in return, but is happily surprised when she is told otherwise.

gift-giving

- she already finds joy in inventing things, so its even better when she's able to to make something for you!!

- always tries to make it something you'll find useful, like... ..

- if you get overwhelmed by sounds easily? she's made you a pair of noise cancelling earbuds that can be easily hidden from view!

- or, she'll take apart and analyse the bowtie she took from test tubes lab, just to make a second one for you to match with her! except, depending on your style, it may be a hair accessory, jewellery, etc. instead!

- (i can imagine you convincing her to pull harmless pranks on the others with the invisibility ability – it reminds her of how silly she used to act in s1... and how much fun she used to have with pickle.)

- in turn, taco cherishes literally ANYTHING you give to her. whether its an expensive item you bought, or a hand-made gift.

- she totally keeps all of it too, including holiday cards, somewhere safe, and she likes to pull them out and look through everything if she's ever missing you :(

- but she would be so devastated if any of it ever got lost or ruined, depending on how much it matters to her, she may even end up crying.

- in general, i think taco's main love languages are for sure words of affirmation & acts of service.

- she's not quite used to showing her love to others, but she'll do anything she can to make sure you know how she feels about you <3

[wenclairfamily]

Enid and Wednesday Addams Star In: "Accidentally Naked and On the Run"

Wednesday and Enid accidentally lose their clothes when alone in a classroom, and have to sneak around the school completely naked as they try to make it back to their dorm room unseen.

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Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair. They were a duo that shouldn't have worked... but they did... and somehow their relationship resulted in marriage and two twin children - Harmony and Ana: two incredibly resourceful and talented teenage girls. Harmony, who carries both of her mother's special abilities, continues to grow and explore the world alongside the love of her life: Megan. Ana meanwhile is a very "different" type of girl without special powers, who is still trying to figure out what she wants to do with her life, while going on adventures with her ghostly boyfriend: Gerard. Despite everything seemingly going well in Wednesday and Enid's lives now, they have been dealing with a lot of difficult challenges lately; resulting in the two desperately needing to relieve some stress via the best means they know possible...

"Accidentally Naked and On the Run"

Story: Guest Writer: "Konge", With Edits/Alterations By: "Fun But Shy Girl"

Early one morning at Nevermore Academy, Wednesday Addams was peacefully walking the halls towards her office. Wednesday's peaceful walk however was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a cat screaming. Wednesday turned her head, and saw the family cat running down the hallway looking scared. Wednesday's daughter Ana also appeared running behind the cat as she had a somewhat terrified look on her face. Wednesday got in Ana's way as she spoke sternly to her daughter.

"Ana, what did you do this time?"

"It was an innocent mistake mother." Ana replied, "I was just listening to my early 2000's music playlist, when suddenly one of the ancient questions of the universe began to dwell on my mind, and I felt a strong deep desire to want to know... who let the dogs out? So I grabbed one the books from the Nightshade library to help begin a séance to find the answer to that question... only for a portal to a weird corner of some alternate dimension to open up, and then..."

Ana's voice was suddenly interrupted by a loud dog like roar. Suddenly, a giant three headed dog, with flames covering parts of its' body, appeared walking down the hall towards the two.

Ana backed away scared as she said, "Well, now we know who let that dog out... Me, apparently."

Wednesday groaned in frustration as she said, "Ana, can you try to go a full week without unleashing some form of terror on this school!?"

Ana however tried to put on an innocent face as she said, "Hey! It is not my fault that beast was unleashed. Stormageddon the Conqueror was the one who cast the spell this time."

Suddenly Ana's cat stuck his head around the hallway corner as he angerly yelled, "Rowr!"

Ana however looked back at her cat as she casually said, "Oh, come on. In cat years, you're way older than me now. It's your turn now to be the responsible adult!"

As the three headed dog roared and moved towards them, Wednesday groaned in frustration again. Then she took out her sword as she rolled her eyes while saying, "Just stand back. I'll be done with this in about a minute."

Two minutes later, Wednesday walked into her office with blood stains and fur all over clothes and skin. Wednesday sat down behind her desk, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly began to relax her muscles. Suddenly though, the sound of students screaming outside in the court yard could be heard. Frustration went across Wednesday's face as she softly spoke to herself.

"God, could you please just let this one problem fix itself?"

Suddenly, Wednesday's longtime friend: Eugene ran into the office looking scared and out of breath as he spoke.

"Wednesday, my young bee keeping students tried making this artificial nectar that was supposed to make our bees stronger and bigger... only for them to grow to giant sizes. Do you think could help us..."

Wednesday immediately interrupted Eugene as she stood up and grabbed her sword while saying, "Yes, yes, I'll take care of it as fast as possible!"

Ten minutes later, Wednesday sat back down in her office covered in blood and honey as she was facing a school administrator. Anger was in Wednesday's eyes as she spoke.

"What do you mean you won't approve my request for time off!?"

"I'm sorry Mrs Addams", the school administrator said, "But as busy and preoccupied as you've been of late, you haven't accrued enough hours recently to have a vacation. Also, the school is a bit short staffed right now in both teachers and security; so until it isn't, it's absolutely necessary you remain on campus for the time being. Please understand, your services are well appreciated."

The school administrator then left the office, as Wednesday's left eye began twitching.

Several hours later, Enid was sitting in her bedroom in front of a mirror as she was happily brushing her hair. Suddenly, all peace was gone as Wednesday stormed into the room looking extremely irritated.

Enid turned to look at her wife as she said, "You doing okay Wens?"

Wednesday then fell onto her bed, covered her face in a pillow, and then muttered, "Smother me now... please."

Enid had a look of love and sympathy on her face as she got onto the bed, and laid near Wednesday. Wednesday remained silent as Enid spoke.

"I know you've been stressed with everything that's happened to you recently Wens... and I know you need a vacation... but I also know it's gonna be awhile before we can get another. Which is why, instead of waiting months for a chance to relieve ourselves... I think we should find some way right now to get the stress out of our systems in a fun way."

Wednesday then took the pillow off her head, and looked at Enid as she cautiously asked, "What kind of fun way?"

Minutes later, Enid was dragging a confused Wednesday down the hallway.

"Where are we going? - Wednesday asked Enid.

"You'll see..." Enid said with a big smile.

Soon the two reached a vacant classroom inside the school. Enid giggled as she closed the classroom door behind them.

"The science classroom? What are we doing here?" Wednesday asked her wife with a puzzled look.

"Well, Wens-babe... back in the early years of our relationship, I know how doing very naughty things in how we expressed our intimacy for each other got you so excited. However, we've been playing it too safe lately. So to help bring some of that old spark to our lives, and more importantly: help relieve you of some stress... I thought we could have a little fun in this classroom here without any clothes on."

Wednesday's eyes widened as she watched Enid starting to unbutton her dress. As she slowly removed her clothing, Enid made a very lustful look in her eyes, and a sexy smile on her mouth. Wednesday however looked a bit nervous as she spoke.

"Enid... we've been nearly caught doing this before. If we were to be caught again..."

"Come on, Wens. Lets recapture the flame we felt in the old days. I wanna feel the thrill of doing something super naughty with you. Lets feel alive and young again..."

Enid was now down to just wearing her underwear; a pink bra and matching panties.

"Are you saying that you feel old at this stage of your life now, or are you saying that I am old now?" Wednesday said with her arms folded. Enid scoffed.

"N-no... I didn't mean it like that Wens... it's just..."

Suddenly without warning, Wednesday moved lightning fast and took Enid in her arms and kissed her. Enid was surprised at first, but then kissed her wife back. The two married women soon wrapped their arms around each other. Eventually, Wednesday stopped kissing so she could look into Enid's big blue eyes.

"My attempt at sarcasm... did you detect it?" Wednesday said with her typical deadpan face.

"No... but nice try..." Enid said, right before she kissed Wednesday back. Enid soon found herself grabbing Wednesday's face with both her hands, and their kissing became more and more passionate. Enid soon found herself helping Wednesday take off her clothing too, leading to the two throwing all their clothes on the floor in a big pile. Soon, underwear sat on top of pile of clothes. Wednesday and Enid now were completely naked as they stood before each other in the classroom. The sunlight illuminated the whole science room, and their bodies looked almost ethereal now in the bright sunlight. The bright sunlight made Wednesday's normally very dark brown, almost black eyes sparkle a lighter brown color in the light, and Enid couldn't stop looking in her wife's eyes, feeling her heart flutter and skip a beat.

"What is it Enid?" Wednesday asked.

"Y-your eyes... I've never seen them so bright before... you look different... but good... come here, Wens-babe..." Enid says as Wednesday moves closer slowly and then they embrace each other and kiss gently. After a moment passes, Wednesday looks at Enid and looks a little surprised.

"Your eyes too, look brighter in this light, Enid... a very light blue... it is... pleasing to look at." Wednesdays says, and Enid blushes.

"Wednesday Addams... being romantic all of a sudden...? That's not like you... but I like it..." Enid says smiling and they resume kissing.

However, suddenly they both stop as they can hear what sounds like creaky wheels coming closer.

"Is that...?" Enid says in a panicked voice.

"The head custodian... her cartwheels always creak like that... hurry, Enid... hide...!"

Wednesday gets off of Enid, and she crawls under the teacher's desk, and Enid jumps down. Cramped, they scurry inside facing each other without much room and they can hear the doorknob opening as the school's head cleaning lady comes inside.

"What is this? A pile of laundry, here...? What else is new... oh, well, I better take these to be cleaned before they get sent to the lost and found..." The cleaning lady says and picks up both Enid and Wednesday's clothes and puts them on the cleaning cart.

"Oh no...!" Enid whispers, as Wednesday shushes on her.

The cleaning lady begins to vacuum the floor except behind the teacher's desk (due to students always leaving messes around their desks, but teachers always keeping their area clean). After that she washes the floor with soap water and a mop while humming a melody. Both Enid and Wednesday can feel their bodies ache a little, all cramped up in awkward positions under the teacher's desk; their naked bodies pressed up against each other. After being done with her work, the cleaning lady leaves and Enid and Wednesday emerge from their hiding spot.

"W-Wens-babe... what do we do? The cleaning lady took our clothes!" Enid says trying not to panic.

"It is quite the predicament we find ourselves now in Enid... but logic suggests, the longer we wait, the sooner someone will find us. This room is used for evening classes, so we cannot simply wait here until nightfall. I propose we run back to our room as hastily as possible."

"Y-yeah, sounds like a plan... you lead the way... oh God, this is so embarrassing..." Enid says in a worried voice.

"Not yet... it is only if we get caught, that embarrassment should be considered." Wednesday says and looks Enid in the eyes.

"R-right... now let's go, Wens..." Enid says.

Wednesday goes over to the door, slowly opens it and peeks out, turning her head both ways and then walks out, a little crouched down, tip toeing, not making that much noise. Enid is covering herself up as she sneaks behind Wednesday, trying to keep up. As it turns out, Wednesday is very quick and fast on her feet, even though she is tip toeing.

"W-Wens... wait..." Enid says as they can hear someone talking, coming closer.

"Enid... hide!" Wednesday whispers. Enid in a panic hides behind a very large vase on display with a plant sitting in it, while Wednesday hides behind a bulky suit of armor. The two women peek around their hiding places and see their daughter Ana walking down the hallway, with her ghostly boyfriend Gerard floating behind her, while Ana's cat trails closely behind them.

"So what do you think of Nevermore?" - a smiling Ana said to her transparent boyfriend.

"It's nice Ana... but are you sure it's okay for me to wander these halls? I'm still a little uneasy just waltzing around public like this, making myself completely visible."

"Nonsense Gerard. Nevermore is the most inclusive place in the world. We're got vampires, gorgons, and even people with no faces that attend this school. You'll fit right in. I was hoping to have my mom and mother give you the tour though. I wonder where they are. They weren't in their room."

As Ana and Gerard continue to move down the hallway, they walk by the vase and the armor that Enid and Wednesday are hiding behind. Ana and Gerard don't notice the hiding Wednesday and Enid at all. However, Ana's cat quickly smells the scent of a familiar person as he begins to look behind the bulky set of armor. Noticing the naked Wednesday, Ana's cat looked curious as he said, "Rowr?"

"Go... shoo...!" Wednesday whispered with an evil scowl. Ana's cat then hisses at Wednesday, and quickly rushes back to Ana.

"What is it Stormageddon the Conqueror?" Ana said looking down at her cat. "Did you spot something interesting nearby?"

"Maybe he spotted a mouse, or a rat..." Gerard said.

"Ooh... we should catch it and use it to play a prank on mom and mother..." Ana says turning back towards the armor and big vase.

However, Gerard got in Ana's way as he spoke.

"Perhaps we shouldn't. Your mother has been through a lot recently. Your mom too. Let them be."

Ana sighs as she says, "Fine... but can we at least spook my math teacher?"

Gerard smirks as he says, "Oh, of course. Math teachers always give too much homework. They deserve to be haunted."

A smiling Ana and Gerard begin to move further away, while Ana's cat follows after them. Once the coast is clear, Wednesday and Enid come out from their hiding spots, and make a dash down the hallway as they try to make it back to their room once more, both trying to be as fast and as quiet as possible.

As Enid and Wednesday continue to slowly creep down the halls getting closer to their room, they suddenly hear voices of students approaching around the corner. The two women turn their heads and realize the only hiding spot they can reach in time is the nearby girls locker room. The two women rush into the locker room, and catch their breath. Suddenly though, they hear the sound of feet beginning to enter the locker room. Needing a concealed place to hide, Wednesday and Enid quickly go into a shower stall, and close the shower curtain behind them. As the two remain still behind the curtain, both Enid and surprisingly Wednesday cross their fingers, hoping no student will pull the curtain back and discover them. However, as Wednesday and Enid remain still in the shower stall, waiting for whoever entered the locker room to leave, the two women begin to hear something they weren't expecting...

"I want you so bad... let's do it in the shower right now..." the voice of a girl says.

"You dirty girl...!" the voice of a boy says. Suddenly both Enid and Wednesday can hear the sounds of kissing, followed by the sound of clothes hitting the ground.

Enid looks at Wednesday and smiles, seeing the complete irony in this unusual situation. Here they were. Two teachers hiding due to a result of their desire to have sex in a public room... and now they had to hide from two students having sex in a public room. Wednesday however felt very uncomfortable and upset with the current situation. Normally, Wednesday would be completely on top of this blatant violation of school's code of conduct, and would be using cruel and unusual punishment on any boy that entered the girls locker room... but given their current predicament, taking her typical form of justice would be very difficult now.

The teen boy and girl can now be heard going inside the shower stall not far from theirs, and they start moaning out loud. Wednesday reaches out for the shower curtain, tempted to punish this male student now despite her lack of clothing... but Enid stops her, and shakes her head. Wednesday takes a deep breath, and looks furious, as she reluctantly remains with Enid in their shower stall. Enid then looks at Wednesday, and with one hand she caresses Wednesday's cheek and gives her a soft smile.

"O-oh God...you're so big...!" The teen girl moans and Wednesday's eyes open wide, and Enid does the same, covering her wide open mouth in a shocked expression.

"You're so warm and tight...!" The boy says and keeps going.

Enid meanwhile bites her underlip, and stares at Wednesday with a certain look, and Wednesday just looks at Enid with no expression. The two didn't want to admit it, Wednesday especially... but... the two women were becoming very aroused by this situation.... and begin kissing each other.

As the teen boy and girl get louder, Enid and Wednesday get more frisky in the shower as well as they begin touching each other everywhere. Eventually, Enid and Wednesday hear the female and male student leave. However before they leave too, Enid looks at Wednesday with a tired and satisfied smile, and she gives Wednesday a big sloppy kiss, followed by mouthing the words: "I love you... thank you."

Wednesday soon peeks out of the shower curtains, looking left and right and then looks back at Enid.

"The coast is clear... let's go." Wednesday says, and Enid nods, looking determined.

They both sneak out of the locker room, and continue down the halls naked.

Minutes pass, and Wednesday and Enid move as cautious as they can with each turn. At one point, Wednesday bends over and carefully looks around a corner.

They can once again hear the voices of students approaching around a corner, and they swiftly hide behind some big vases with flowers in different colors, the two of them crouching down behind them. However, due to the flowers being near their faces, Enid can feel she is about to sneeze and makes a funny face. Wednesday looks on with a shocked look, and as Enid fights the urge and is about to sneeze, Wednesday takes two fingers and blocks Enid's nostrils.

Two students walk by them without noticing them, and after the students are gone, Wednesday removes her fingers from Enid's nose.

"T-thanks, Wens... that was close..." Enid whispers and Wednesday nods.

"Indeed. Now lets go". Wednesday says and they come out from hiding continuing down the hall quietly.

They are not a very far from their dorm now, and both hurry up, sneaking as fast they can. It was around dinner time now, and the two adults knew that nearly all the students preferred to eat their food away from their dorm rooms. So if they could just make it to Ophelia Hall, they would be home free.

But just before the homestretch, they can hear another group of students approaching around a corner, so both Enid and Wednesday head towards a nearby classroom to hide. Since it was dinner time, they knew no students would be in class right now. However, as they both go inside the classroom backwards (keeping an eye on the hallway to make sure no students spotted them going in), Enid feels her butt hit something (which Wednesday also hears). Their eyes both widen as they slowly turn around while they hear a male adult voice say, "E-Enid? We... Wednesday?"

Enid and Wednesday then realize standing right in the classroom looking at their naked bodies is Eugene. Both Enid and Wednesday make big shocked expressions, eyes wide and freezing on the spot.

"H-hi..." Enid says, nervously waving with her hand.

"Wow..." Eugene says with very wide eyes, "It's the moment I've dreamt about happening for over twenty years... and it's more beautiful than I ever could've imagined..."

Suddenly Eugene's eyes rolled back and he immediately faints, falling flat on his back as he hits the floor. Enid stood in shock as she looked down at the fallen Eugene.

"Why did he just faint?" Wednesday said, clearly looking confused.

"Seriously Wednesday?" a surprised Enid said, "I thought you had improved in your interpersonal studies by now. You seriously need me to explain why a 34 year old virgin man, who has only had us as his only two female friends for twenty years, just fainted?"

"Yes." Wednesday simply said.

"I... I'll explain later." Enid reluctantly says, "But for now... Eugene looks fine... I think. Maybe he'll wake up and assume what he just saw was a dream. I mean he's probably dreamt of this exact scenario dozens of times before, so it's plausible."

"Why would Eugene dream of us avoiding detection from our students in this classroom?" - Wednesday said, clearly seeming confused again.

Enid chuckles a bit, and then says, "Wednesday... I'm actually glad you never fully figured boys out. It's probably for my benefit anyway."

Minutes later, Wednesday and Enid are making the last stretch to their dorm room. They rush naked down the long hallway of Ophelia Hall. Their room is within reach. Wednesday reaches the door first, opening it in a swift move and hurries inside. Enid is just behind her, but stumbles on the doorstep and smacks right into Wednesday, and the speed sends them both flying through the air and they land on their bed with a big bump, softening the fall.

"S-sorry, Wens... are you okay...?" Enid says with a worried look.

"Yes. I am fine... just a bit surprised... and you... are you harmed?" Wednesday says and looks at Enid.

"Ow...!" Enid says, showing a big bruise on her stomach.

"I guess... just a little... darn..." Enid says while getting up and closing their dorm room door.

"Well... do you feel young again?" Wednesday says looking at Enid, and Enid scoffs.

"I did... for a little while back there... but this... I could do without..." Enid says as she sits down and rubs her stomach gently in small circles.

"Do you require assistance... painkillers?" Wednesday says looking down on Enid's big yellow bruise on her stomach.

"N-no... it will heal... but thanks, Wens..."Enid says and gives Wednesday a loving smile.

"Of course... you are my spouse, this your well-being is a priority." Wednesday says and Enid smiles.

"Well... it was fun today, feeling the thrill of almost being caught, several times... even though Eugene did... sort of... if he can remember anything when he comes to anyway..." Enid says.

Wednesday meanwhile grabs a nearby ointment in a jar and presses it out in her hands, rubbing them together and moves closer to Enid.

"This will help with the pain." Wednesday says and gently touches Enid's yellow bruise on her stomach, and like magic, the yellow bruise stain slowly fades away and Enid can't feel the pain anymore. Surprised, she looks at Wednesday.

"How? What was that?" Enid says with a big smile.

"I have been working on that healing lotion for a while, and it seems it is working properly now." Wednesday says and dries off her hands in a paper towel nearby on their nightstand.

"You know, Wens..." Enid says, "I'm sorry, if I called you... us... old before. No matter how much time passes... making love to you at any age is always the most amazing experience ever."

Wednesday looks at Enid with her eyes that typically show no emotion... and yet in that moment, a little begins to show as Wednesday says, "Enid... there are some who fear slowly withering away alongside their life partner. However... I cannot imagine anything more beautiful."

End smiles, and then grabs Wednesday's arms and pulls her into bed as the two married women begin making love.

An hour eventually passes, and now Wednesday and Enid are laying besides one another looking much more restful and satisfied.

"That was... more pleasing than usual..." Wednesday said with a straight face. Enid gives Wednesday a loving look and smiles softly.

"I'm glad you thought so Wens. I guess one doesn't have to try to be young again, to feel absolutely wonderful. So... are you in a better mood now?"

"Being with you..." Wednesday began to say, "...is always a vast improvement versus being apart."

Enid smiles as she reaches out and hugs Wednesday. The two then just lay there a little while, feeling the warmth of each others bodies, their hearts beating as one, and their older souls feeling more united and content than ever.

THE END

Next Week: While Wednesday and Enid take a much deserved break, their daughters: Harmony and Ana will take center stage in "Love Finds a Way"

Then in Two Weeks: Gomez, Morticia, Pugsley, Lurch, and Thing All Visit Wednesday for a Special Story Titled:

"THE CLASSIC ADDAMS FAMILY REUNITES"

[janeths]

You aren’t real

I was listening to Vermilion by Slipknot, I know some people have their own interpretation of the lyrics but for me it’s about how they want to love her but are too shy and thinks she isn’t real because they never received such kind of feeling.

I think you can kinda tell by that summary for this fanfic. Except that Bowser is overthinking instead of being shy.

Warning: Angst to wholesome. Heartbreaks to lovers, mentions of blood as well, Bowser hurting Y/N. Crying Junior, good ending though.

I think I made Bowser a bit ooc, so sorry about that . Also I didn’t think this mini story would be long💀😭

Gender neutral pronouns, but Junior calls you mama on some parts

“Hah! I finally caught you again Princess Peach!” Bowser shakes the cage, to wake them up. Y/N rubs her eyes and look at him, pulling their “hair” down for him not to look into their eyes. “I will crush that Mario if he comes! And once I crush him, oh ho! We’ll be together.” Together? Wow…Even though he’s trying to act tough and scary, I can’t help but want to stare at him… “Trust me, Mario isn’t gonna come this time.” They awkwardly laugh and Bowser turns around confused. Walking towards their cage, “What do you mean, “Mario isn’t going to come and get you? Hold on… You have a different smell…” He immediately opens the cage, gently grabs them by the waist and pulls their wig off. Oh my! He’s quite strong… kinda hot- no wait- “And who exactly are you?! Where is she?!” “Hey! No need to yell! I’m right in front of you! And to to be exact, I have no idea where she is!” He huffs and points into her face. “She was sick and tired of your crap! And asked me to replace her for a while.” “So I’m stuck with you?!” He huffs, smelling smoke from his mouth.

“My lord, why don’t you just kill them?” Says his loyal adviser, Kamek. “Oh what’s the use of killing them without the fun of scaring those plumbers. They even aren’t going to come and save them.”

Y/N sighs sadly, rocking the cage back and fourth. “I guess I didn’t really think this through, did I? Well I did want an adventure so…Though… The thought of seeing him again… makes me kinda- No! Wait! He’s the villain..” “You there! Who are you?!” A young child voice yells, Y/N turns around to see a little kid in the shadows, his figure looking like Bowsers, only smaller. “When I ask you something, you answer me back!” “I uh- I’m Y/N!-” “See that wasn’t so hard was it!” The unknown child walks from the shadows and presents himself. “I am Prince Bowser Junior the second! But Prince Junior sounds more fitting. Why are you here? Shouldn’t it be Peach? Hm! I don’t know what papa sees in that princess.” “Bowser… is your papa?!” Y/N seems shock at the thought that Bowser has a child. “I didn’t know he had a child!” Wait so maybe he isn’t as bad as we all thought?

“Does that scare you? Are you afraid of us?” Junior shakes the cage. “If I’m being honest, you don’t scare me…” His eyes widen, and stop shaking, looking around the cage then to Y/N. “But… papa says humans are scared of Koopas... They don’t like us for the way we are… You are strange one.” “You looks so young Junior… this isn’t a place for you. You need to leave if your father finds out you’re here-” “Junior!” The beast swarms the doors open, seeing his son talking to the prisoner. “What are you doing here?! You are not supposed to be here!” He storms out towards them. “And you!” He opens the cage and grabs Y/N them by the waist tightly, feeling his claws in their skin. “Ow! You’re hurting me-!” Y/N yells. “Papa! Leave them alone! They done nothing wrong!” Junior hits his father on the leg, leading them to look down. “Junior! What has gotten into you?” “Please papa leave them alone! Please!” Bowser hesitates, why in the world was his son pleading? Why does he want them to live? Bowser turns to look at Y/N, all scared and bleeding, feeling a bit of guilt. My… claw.. I.. Y/N sniffles. I’ve hurt someone- I… What’s wrong with me? What’s this feeling? Shame? Guilt? What? I don’t understand!

Bringing himself back to reality, gently placing down Y/N and leaves without saying a word. Y/N sits and falls to the ground. “Y/N! Are you okay? Y/N? I’ll bring some band-aids! J-Just stay here!” He quickly runs to the doors. Looking around the place made Y/N head dizzy. Feeling the heat of the lava, looking to their left, sees other cages dangling with no floor. “Geez… whats wrong with him?” They sat up and pulls their shirt up, revealing claw marks, pouting a bit. I don’t think Peach has to go through this… does she?

On the other side of the kingdom, Junior was running to his room, fell, stood up again, and ran to the bathroom. “I know I had band-aids here… ”

The other room, in the bathroom was Bowser, looking down on his hands, bits of blood in his claws. Feeling that he was about to hyperventilate, he washed his hands quickly, and stared at himself in the mirror. “What is wrong with you? What.. is this feeling? Why do I feel so much shame of what I did? Why do I feel bad? Why do I want to help them? They didn’t do anything- WHAT IS THIS?!”

Junior runs past his fathers room and decides to look for him, maybe not the best time, opens the door quietly, and hears him in the bathroom. “I’m setting a terrible role model to him… I don’t want him to end up like this…” The young koopa frowns and thinks to himself, Papa wants to be a good papa, he doesn’t want to hurt anyone… A few seconds past and he turns around running towards the hallway.

I’m not losing that much blood am I? It was just a scratch… what am I gonna do? Does he have so much hatred? Anger? He feels alone? I wonder…

“I’m back Y/N!” He tries his best to patch the wounds, but Y/N also helps him. “There all done!”he smiles and draws a smiley face. “You’re gonna be okay alright? I don’t know what’s gotten into papa, but-” They both hear the doors open and got startled, Junior stands in front of Y/N, trying his best to protect them from the harm of his fathers burns. “Junior? Y/N…” For the sake of his reputation, he keeps a poker face. “Y/N come.” “What? Where are you-” “Do you want to sleep in the cage?” “No-” “Then let’s go.” Junior helps them stand up, and leads them to their father. What’s he’s gonna do to me? If it were something bad, he wouldn’t let Junior come.. “I’ll help Y/N, Junior, you can go to your room, it’s bedtime for you.” “Aww man, I uh mean right away! Goodnight Y/N.” He huffs and runs to his room locking it, leaving Bowser and Y/N alone together. “Right this way..” he broke the silence, and proceeded to walk the hallway. They were halfway when Y/N fell to the floor, “grh!” “Let me-” Bowser raises their hand. “I can do it on my own.” They hesitate struggling to stand up. Such a strange and awkward scene. Bowser did want to apologize, but didn’t know how. His heart was racing, feeling hopeless while they were trying to stand up, looking at his claws. They both begin walking again till they stopped at the front of a door. Opening it up, leading to a bedroom. “I uh… hope you like it here for the time being. Once you get healed, you can leave.” They both enter the room, feeling strange by the atmosphere they created. But Y/N breaks it, “Thank you.. for the hospitality.” “I uh… dinner will be served in 10 minutes, rest for a bit.” Y/N lays on the bed, Bowser looks at them in pity, or rather himself, as he exited the room he mutters, “I’m sorry Y/N..” and closes the door.

Does he feel bad about what happened? What a strange man… I guess I should go and eat with him. Hmm… I mean he somewhat apologized. He gave me a room, running water, even invited me to eat with him.

“So you didn’t kill this Y/N, why’s that my lord?” “Something about them… the way they looked at me, telling me to stop hurting them- it opened something in me I didn’t even know I had.” “Well have you hurt the Princess before?”

“I don’t think I have. Have I?” “Sire if I may add something, it sounds like a part of your heart opened.” “My heart? My heart?! That’s ridiculous.” Bowser scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Lord Bowser, sit down next to me. At least try to hold your anger. It’s part of why you got into this mess. Let me explain…” Like a little child waiting for them to read their favorite book, Bowser looks at him. “Then tell me, what am I feeling?” “You feel bad. You feel terrible about what happened. You’re scared that you may hurt them. Since it wasn’t Peach, your obsession with her has been broken by this person staying here. Though it did open my eyes a bit.”

Three months has passed, it was early spring but you couldn’t really tell much due to the lava around the kingdom. Junior asked Y/N to accompany him while doing his homework, since his father was away for a bit, to which they accepted. So now both sitting in a kids table. “Look Y/N! I drew me and you! See! Here’s me, you, and papa.” He hands you the drawing, the picture he drew was him and Y/N holding hands, smiling, along with his father, though he wasn’t smiling but… red? “Oh? Whys yours papa red?” “Hmm, I don’t remember if it was because he’s blushing, or ate too much red beetles or for the exercise.” “Oh I see.” What a funny a little prince. “I’m keeping the drawing though.” Y/N squishes his cheeks. “Hey! I’m not a baby!” “Well you’ll always be a baby in my eyes.” This makes Juniors eye twinkle, at the thought of being someone else’s baby. Mama… no… there not mama… Papa doesn’t like them anyways. Y/N takes notice of a frown face and says, “Hey let’s stop doing homework for now. We should go outside in the fields to refresh your memory for a bit. How does that sound?” “Alright! I wanna go to that one stream that’s close.”

Junior immediately jumps into the water and splashes all around, then splashes onto his face. “Oh!” He look towards Y/N then to their right some plants he adores. “Oh! It’s my favorite berry! They look like blueberries.” He bites into them and melts. “You want to try it? They are so delicious!” “Uh sure why not. Can’t be that bad.” Junior hands them a wannabe blueberry, doesn’t think much of it and eats it. “Every-time papa would go to fight Mario, he would always bring me these.” “That’s quite wholesome of him.” Oh boy, Y/N should have learned about these berries back in science class, because now they started coughing, feeling their tongue hot. Standing up they collapse on a tree. “Y/N! What’s wrong?!” Junior immediately runs to them, they start feeling their vision blurry, running around and falls to the floor, Junior trying to catch them. “Y/N!” He touches their forehead, it was burning hot. “Junior take me to Kamek… I think…” They feel their heart race in anxious. “Junior…! Help me get there…” Him in shock not knowing what to do, grabs their hand and starts pulling them towards the kingdom. “Come on Y/N!” They were halfway to the kingdom when Y/N fell again, “Junior.. I can’t..” They twist and turn on the dirt, feeling their fever get extremely high, their stomach in sharp pain. “I’ll call papa! Please don’t die! Papa! Papa!”

Y/N feels a stomp and made them jump into the air, while someone catches them. Y\N feels lightheaded and somewhat hallucinating. Feeling that they got picked up and saw a blurred vision of the man rescuing them. “Are you my Prince Charming?” They giggle. Bowser being confused, then remembering about the symptoms it creates of the poison berries. “Not quite my dear. King fits better.” He holds them gently, and jumping into the sky.

“Ow… My body hurts so much!” Kamek gestures his wand around their body detecting for any harm in them. “Just a fatal poison berry, nothing much. I’ll have it removed by hand.” “Hand?! Oh look, it’s Mario.” Just with that they plank to the bed, getting unconscious. “Kamek! Now!” He swifts his wand leading the dead berry out of their mouth. “Are they..?” “Fine. There good now. Now if you excuse me my sire, I’m going to write this…” He position his glasses to see better. “This BellaDonna… in the book ‘poisonous things to humans.’” He walks away, leaving them two alone. “That was very dumb of you to eat that.” Bowser says looking at them, while they wok up and stated coughing loudly. “Me? I just wanted to try it! Junior said they were delicious, so I wanted to try it.” He facepalms, “This is partly my fault. I wasn’t there to tell you.” Y/N looked confused. “‘To tell you?’ What? What do you mean? I mean it’s not entirely your fault, you didn’t know we were there. I should be the one to blame-”

“No. I should have been protecting you. But I wasn’t and you got hurt.” Bowser..? Showing some emotion? And sentimental ones too..? “Look Bowser...” They hold their hand for reassurance, Bowser eyes widen, and raises an eyebrow. “Huh?” “Bowser look. I’m completely fine. See, I’m here. I’m awake talking to you and I feel great thanks to you,Kamek and Junior.” But Bowser wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying, all he saw was they were talking with a beam of smile, looking down at his hand.

What is this? Why are they holding my hand? Are they reassure me, or do they feel some type of way? What… I feel warm. My chest feels warm. My face feels red, I feel… happy? No- it can’t- I can’t. He quickly removes his hand from them, Y/N face changes from having a warm smile to soft frown. “Yeah that’s good then. Well then… since you’re good, we both can go into our duties then. “Right…” “If you need anything, just holler or come by my office.” Bowser leaves the room, and sighs deeply. “What was that about…” He look at his hand. Why would they want to hold my own hideous hand?

I held his hand… I held his hand? I HELD HIS HAND?! I’m literally going to squeal. Should I now ask him? But… he did swipe his hands off of me… but that doesn’t mean anything right? Or maybe I scared him…

Throughout the months, Y/N has been trying to get close and closer to him, but he always rejects them, not because he doesn’t want to be with them but he’s scared to love them, not knowing what’s about come. But he does come around and get flustered everytime he sees them. Even Kamek teasing him telling him that Y/N behind them, scaring him. For Kamek and Y/M seem fun to tease him, Bowser keeps getting so confused about his feelings. He keeps asking himself, why do I feel a certain way every time I see them? Why does my heart bounce and my face get red? Is this love? But why haven’t they left the kingdom? Why are they still here? Is this a trick?

“Hey Bowser, I want to ask you something-“ Y/N runs and smiles at him “The king is busy. Go ask Kamek.” He immediately runs away from them, leaving a mark in their heart, again. They feel their eyes watery, feeling dull and numb. Why don’t you understand that I have feelings for you? If I’m making you uncomfortable just tell me so I can leave… You won’t have to deal with me. “Y/N are you alright?” Kamek wakes them up from their mind slumber. “Oh uh-?! I’ve never been better.” They force a smile. “Dear, you think I’m that stupid? I wasn’t born yesterday. Bowsers trying, he really is. But he wants to do it by himself.” Y/N thought for a second, he’s trying? “It’s obvious though. If I didn’t have any feelings for him, I would have left the kingdom ages ago, but no I didn’t. I chose to live here with all of you. But no matter what I do or say, he always ignores me or runs away. It’s been months Kamek. And… he knows.” “Well one things for sure, he adores when you play with Junior, he says ‘it brings me some type of peace.’ ” Kamek smiles and thumbs them up.

Their voice… their laughter, their smile, their name… brings me so much emotions I can’t quite figure out. Why Y/N? Why did it had to be them? Why can’t I stop thinking about them? What’s is that feeling? Every time I think about them, I want to hold them, I want to make beautiful memories with them. I want them to be a mother figure to my baby. I want to dance with them. Why is it that every time I call their name, I feel like my demons go silent, and make the angels come near us. Is this love? Have I fallen for someone, that I think their not real? They can’t be real. Y/N isn’t real.

Y/N walks towards his room, and stands ther, hesitating and thinking. Should I do this? I don’t know if I can anymore… maybe he doesn’t really have feelings for me, he’s just toying with me… but he really does seem to care. He’s been wanting to get close to me.. if this doesn’t work… maybe I’ll leave… Y/N knocks on the door, “Um Bowser, it’s me Y/N… I came here to talk about something…” “Go away, I’m not here.” They scoff. “Bowser please let me in. I need to talk to you.” They push the door in, and sees his room torn apart. “Bowser?! What’s wrong-”

“Get away from me.” He points at them in full anger, leading Y/N in shock and terrifying worried. “Bowser?! What’s gotten into you?” “You can’t be real. You’re not real. You’re just a cheap distraction. A robot. A mere magical spell. You were created to distract me from destroying the world. The princess forced you to stay here, to toy with my feelings!” “That’s not true! What you are saying is all wrong! I’m real! I have feelings for you! I wasn’t forced to come here! I wanted to come here and meet you!”

“Don’t lie to me-”

“I’m not lying Bowser! Why would I lie? If I was forced to come here, why haven’t I left? Why haven’t I tried to “escape?” Oh boy now he done it, Y/N felt tears coming out of their eyes, felt their heart go down into their stomach from the lie. Y/N was heartbroken. Now crying from the miserable lies, Bowser felt bad. “If I made you that uncomfortable, why didn’t you send me away, huh? If you want me to leave that badly I’ll just leave and never come back!” Y/N storms away from his bedroom, crying. So that’s it then?

“Mama whats-?” Y/N rushes quickly to the hallway, ignoring the question Junior made. He called me mama…

“Y/N what’s wrong? Mama?” He continues to call them, but completely ignoring them.

“Mama? Come back mama!”

Y/N heads towards the gates open, and walks away, heading the cries of the little Koopa.

“Mama!”

“Prince Junior, what is wrong?” Kamek appears and sees Junior laying down next to the wall, curled up into a ball, sobbing and weeping. “Grandpa Kamek…” He quickly hugs him, still weeping. “Mamas, gone. Y/Ns gone! I called to them and they ignored me, and ran out of the kingdom!” “Hey now, now, we’ll find them. I think your papa and them got into a small fight, no worries I’ll go see. You stay in your room, I’ll sort things out.” He cleans his snot and and wipes his tears away. “No I’m going with you!” “Junior…” “I don’t care what papa says, I’m going with you to find Y/N.” Kamek nods, they both went ahead to the King Koopas room. “Damnit damnit damnit… why did I do that?” “Sire!” Kamek opens the door and yells at him. “Language! Not in front of the boy!” Bowser turns around to see an angry father and a crying child. “Junior I…” Bowser begins to say but gets interrupted by the cries of the Prince. “Why you yell at mama?!” Junior squeezes Kameks hand in anger. “Ma..ma? You see Y/N as a mother figure..?” “Yes, my lord. What did you even say to that poor human?!”

“I’m going home!” Y/N says to themselves and walks on some path going onto the forest. “I think this is the way… Wait, is it? Or is it that path? Oh no… I can’t believe I lost my way.” They sit down next to a tree, hearing the birds sing, bringing some nostalgic memories. Y/N sighs sadly and closes their eyes. This reminds when Bowser and I would walk here, talking nonstop… then suddenly there would be silence between us, all we could hear is the birds, frogs insects sound. Such peace… oh well. Y/N keeps thinking of their memories, not knowing that they been getting tired up to a Piranha plant. They get pulled up, Y/N yelps, it wasn’t your typical Piranha Plant , it was a Naval Piranha! “Hey stop it!” Within seconds they cover them in spiny vines, all all around their legs and arms, gripping them, leading Y/N to bleed. They twist and turn but nothing works, only making them more bleed. They slowly pull Y/N towards their mouth. “Ah! Let me go you stupid plant!” They try kicking it but only makes the Piranha in anger, pulls them up to the air. About to get eaten, Y/N hears a roar, the Piranha plant looks up, and gets caught by a spitting fire. From the burns, they screeched, lost their balance and let’s go of Y/N, dropping them to the ground till he jumps up and caught them tightly onto a bridal style carrier. “Hey hey, I got you. You’re safe…” Y/N feels his big hands and arm, his entire body actually, knowing who it is. “Bowser?! Wh-what are you doing here?!” Y/N looks at him, tears in their eyes. He ignores their question, looking around their body for any marks, “Are you okay? Let me look at you…” Y/N hugs hugs him tightly not wanting to let go “B-Bowser…” “I got you…Y/N this is all my fault. I never should have yelled at you. I’m sorry I said those harsh words to you. I didn’t… mean it.” He said struggling to find the right words for them, not wanting to hurt them again. “Kamek and Junior would always tell me, but I didn’t listen… I was so worked up, overthinking I didn’t even think about you…I…” Bowser didn’t know if it was because they got scared of the plant or they scared them but Y/N completely fainted in their arms. “Oh Y/N…” He touches their cheek, rubbing it.

Returning to the kingdom, he thinks to himself, Why are comforting words so difficult to say?

The king places them in their room, bandaging up their scars, and waiting patiently till they woke up. “Bowser…” “Y/N are you okay? How do you feel?” “Why did you rescue me? Didn’t you want me to leave…? Didn’t-” He shushes them putting his index finger on their lips. “I was wrong. I was wrong about everything. I’m sorry. I really am. I want to set things right..” He holds their hands close to his chest, making them jump in happiness.

“Y/N please stay with me in our kingdom. You always made me feel like… warm, comfort, in peace. I never felt such things before. Everytime I hear your name, every time I would see you, my angels would run around, and your name would always silence my own demons. Every time I see you, I feel like I get blind for looking at a god(ess). If you left us, it would have been so much torture. I would do anything for you… You made me feel a certain way. I’m so ashamed that I kept rejecting you so much, even though we both knew we had a deep connection. I want us to have a healthy relationship.”

“Oh Bowser…”

Y/N face went red, blushing and feeling flustered, this man, the King, THE King of Koopa, the only man whose the biggest, also has a huge heart? Feeling flustered and embarrassed, revealing his feeling to them? He’s actually confessing his feelings?!

“So please…” He puts grabs their chin lifting it up, showing his crimson eyes staring at them, his pupils dilate in so much love. “Y/N….” He smile slyly. “Will you be my lover? And spend the years with me?” Y/N eyes beam and dilate. “Yes!” Their face get red hot and hugs him tightly.“I want to spend my life with you. Forever…” He bites his lip, smiling derpy, feeling a squeal wanting to come out. “Heck yeah baby! Now I can show you off around then! ” Kissing their cheek. “So you gonna turn your life around and not try to destroy the world?” “I’ll destroy this world if someone ever did harm to you, my love.”

Love?! Baby?! These words coming from his mouth?! I’m screaming

They were both leaning to each other, about to kiss till they got interrupted by the door slamming. “Y/N! You’re alive!!” Junior squeals and jumps into the bed, hugging them. “I say, sire, you do have a way with words.” Kamek grins and gives him a thumbs up. “Junior! Oh wait be careful! I’m still a bit hurt. Come here you! Papa want to tell you a secret.” “Secret?! Papa what is it?” Bowser grabs him, and let’s the secret be revealed. Juniors eyes widen, grinning, feeling so much happiness, feeling his eyes dilate to stars. “I have a mama! Papa! Mama! Both! This is amazing! Oh my stars!.” He kisses both on their cheek and snout. “I’ll be right back!” He runs off, outside the room. “I’ll chase after him. I’ll leave you two alone then.” My son, Kamek thought to himself, he finally has someone to love. Ah yes, so happy for them. He hears a loud explosion from Juniors room. “Young prince! What are you doing?! You better not be committing arson!”

“So where were we again?” Bowser smirks, holding their hand. “Hmm I have no idea-” Y/N grabs his shoulders, his eyes in shock and flustered. “come here my big man!” Y/N immediately without thought pulls him into a kiss. Bowser was so happy, he felt like this was a fairytale dream. He didn’t want to wake up, but boy he know it was real. He kisses them back passionately. Knowing they’ll always love each other.

BONUS: (cause I’m like that lololol)

“It’s been strangely quiet.” Peach sips her tea. “Too quiet actually. What’s Bowser planning?” Mario’s sips his tea as well. “Should we go and check?”

Bowser and Y/N have been sitting out the kingdom, giving each either kisses, like teenagers in high school.

“No stop!”

“No you stop!”

“Bowser!”

“Y/N!”

“What are you two doing?” Says a feminine voice, behind them, leading Bowser and Y/N in fear. “And who asked-” Y/N turns around to see Mario and Peach. “Oh! Princess!” Y/N slaps Bowser, eying that it’s the princess. “It’s very nice to meet you!” “Oh princess peach, Mario. I’m happy you sent Y/N. If I never met them I wouldn’t know what to do.” “Send who out?” Peach questions. AH CRAP! SECRETS OUT.

“This lovely person here.” “No… it was nice of you to pretend to be me- uh Y/N but… I have no idea who they are.” “Y/N?!” Oh boy…looks like this cat is out of the bag. Y/N will admit it, they didn’t know the princess, but really wanted to meet the King of Koopas so they decided to dress up as Peach. “Uh… I may have lied about one part..”

Yippie! I have never ever made entire small “short” story and completing it. I am quite surprised :3 so yeah 😎 me like it very epic 🧍‍♀️

[dearestvante]

stuck with you; kth. | 02.

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader , namjoon x fem!reader genre: non-idol au, exes to lovers (?), roomates au, angst, fluff (??idk), miniseries warnings: short chapters, lowercase writing, swearing, kinda toxic relationship, unrequited love, fear of commitment, use of petnames (baby & honey), lil suggestive, taehyung is no longer an asshole, you kinda are tho (this sounds weird asfgsf you'll see) wc: 1.3k

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losing you took a toll on taehyung, even though it was all his fault. too scared of change, of commitment, he chose the easy way out. and he had been regretting it ever since. he wanted you to hate him, to treat him like he doesn’t even exist, but you were too nice. yes, you might’ve been angry sometimes - rightfully, cause he was provoking you - but you didn’t hate him. it would’ve been so much easier that way to move on, but if he couldn’t, he figured, the best he can do is make sure that you do, and that you’re happy. it took some time to come to that conclusion, consodering he still pretty much hated your new boyfriend, but as far as he could tell, he made you happy, so he slowly came to terms with it. he tried, at least. from that moment on, there were no more jokes or insensitive comments made whenever he saw the two of you. he even apologized to namjoon, and to you for being such a dick. was it genuine? not really, but as long as that smile never disappeared from your face, he was willing to do anything.

slowly, the differences have been resolved, up to the point where you could ask taehyung to stay for dinner, with you and namjoon. it was a bit too quiet for a while, but as the night progressed, the ice broke. sure, there were a few times when taehyung had to hold himself back from saying something he would definitely regret later, but he did well. at least for a while.

after dinner, both of the boys helped you wash and put away the dishes. you said you would do it later but they insisted. during so, all three of you got into a conversation, which was - surprisingly - kept going by namjoon himself.

“so, taehyung, are you a student as well?”

“no, i dropped out” he replies, and quickly continues, after seeing namjoon panic. “no, it’s okay. my parents made me apply for business but i hated it and left”

“oh, that’s sad. so i guess you work?”

“i do” taehyung nods in agreement “i make album cover designs at a record label. same one that y/n works at. we even worked together for a while, actually”

“what?” namjoon turns to you, surprised. “you never told me you do designs!”

“and she’s really good at them too” taehyung continues, making you blush.

“no, i am not.” you say, with a shy smile forming on your face.

“you’re too humble, honey”

for a good second, that feels like an eternity for taehyung, and based on the look on your face, for you too, the whole room goes quiet. namjoon’s eyes dart between taehyung and you, both avoiding eye contact with him, but mostly with each other. he’s the one that breaks the silence, with a nervous chuckle, that pulls taehyung back to reality.

“i am so sorry, i didn’t mean to..” he says, his face turned towards namjoon, but still, his words are meant for you.

“eh, it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever said” namjoon shrugs, a bit confused as to why are you two acting so weird over, what seemed to him was just a slip of the tongue. and he wasn’t wrong about it, what he didn’t know - or couldn’t know - was the origin of that nickname, that was what made the whole situation so awkward. taehyung gave that nickname to you, after your first time together, saying you taste like honey. and no, not just your lips. you. every time he used it, even after it had become a habit, he thought about that sweet time you two shared. and so did you. your rosy cheeks always gave it away.

“i think we’re done” you say, trying to leave the kitchen as fast as possible, with namjoon following you closely.

taehyung leans towards the kitchen counter, with his face buried in his hands, mumbling nothing but these three words to himself.

“you fucking idiot.”

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when you first met namjoon, you thought he’s gonna be the one for you. wandering the hallways on campus, you were looking at the artworks displayed on the tall walls when he walked up to you.

“captivated by the brushstrokes of monet?” he asked, planting his feet next to you, looking at the painting.

“not really. it’s too peaceful and simple for me” you replied, glancing up at him, from the corner of your eye.

“oh?” he turned his face towards you now, soft smile spreading on it. “who do you prefer, then?”

“i like frida kahlo’s work” you replied, looking up at him, head tilted slightly.

“interesting. i’m namjoon, by the way”

“y/n” you nodded “nice to meet you.”

something about him caught your eye that day, at least that was what you thought back then. now, looking back, it seems like you only felt attracted to him cause he was nice to you. the reason you were at campus that day was because you applied for a new major, but you got rejected, again. if taehyung was there, he would’ve told you not to give a damn about it, cause it’s their loss, but he wasn’t. he broke up with you a few days before, so having someone else there that seemed to care, made you think that you’re in love again. you felt a tiny spark, and too afraid to let it die, you jumped into a new relationship, hoping it will last. namjoon was the perfect partner, someone you always dreamed of as a little girl. he was tall, handsome, kind and intelligent. his soft features turned even softer when he smiled, revealing two dimples, his eyes forming thin crescents. he was, what you would call, a picture-perfect boyfriend, who would make you feel loved and protected all the time. but for some reason, that wasn’t enough for you. that tiny spark that lit up when you met him, probably vanished soon after, no matter how hard you tried to revive it. it was time to face reality, the one in which you weren’t in love with namjoon.

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the movie has been going on for almost an hour now, but if someone asked you what is it about, you’d probably stare at them blankly, with no clue. your mind is a mess, it almost feels like it’s chanting one sentence to you, and the only way to make it stop is to say it out loud. soon enough, you start to feel more and more uncomfortable being so close to namjoon, so you pull away a little, which he notices immediately, stopping the movie.

“something wrong?” he asks, raising his eyebrow slightly.

“well..”

as you prepare to say the words, they get stuck in your throat, you’re starting to feel like it’s not right. you’re gonna hurt him if you say it. but if you keep lying and pretending, that’s even worse. he deserves to know the truth, he deserves someone who actually loves him. you suck in a breath and collect your thoughts. it’s now or never.

“i want to break up with you”

the chanting in your head stops as the words leave your mouth. you feel relieved, until you look back into namjoon’s eyes.

he scoffs. “it’s about your ex, isn’t it? oh, i should’ve known..”

“what? no, it’s not!” you deny, though he’s not entirely wrong.

“cut the crap, we both know that it is” he turns back to you, but you can’t read his expression. “you used me for rebound, and now that you’re on good terms with him again, you don’t need me anymore”

you feel tears burning your eyes and don’t even understand why. you just stare at namjoon, unable to say anything as his look turns from hurt to disgusted.

“don’t cry now, i don’t need your pity party” he gets up and rubs his forehead as he continues. “i would’ve never expected this, not from you. i loved you, i really did, but if that’s what you want, i can’t stop you.”

“i’m sorry..” you start walking up to him, but he stops you.

“just leave, please.”

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a/n. finallyyyyy the second chapter is here. it's not my best i know, but hopefully the third will make up for it. this week is kinda busy for me, but hopefully i can get back to writing when it's over (i really hope so cause my ideas are killing me i need to write ㅠㅠ). alsoo question, would you like some teasers/snippets from my wips? lmk if you do, til next time, take care ❤️‍🩹

[brookezephyr]

Brooke's Children (Canon Divergent)

(A version of this blog was originally posted on my Kofi)

!WARNING FOR NSFW SUBJECTS/SEX TALK!

Haven't decided if Brooke will canonically have children in the future or not... but I have a few drafted.

Includes some of my head canons on the boys.

I don't have a particular interest in being pregnant/giving birth, but I thought it would be fun to theorize what my children with my fave boys (Lucifer, Simeon, Levi + others opinions) would be like. (might change them in future) 

Lucifer

 Lucifer is inpatient when it comes to intimacy. If there is something wants he'll ask for it. However, he is a very private person and likes to be in control of who he shares things with. He would prefer to have Brooke to himself, but hes not upset that they love his other brothers romantically. Hes cool with polyamory (hes also with Diavolo). At the very least he might be a little annoyed that Simeon made a move on Brooke.

Side thought: Do condoms exist in the demon realm?? 

Lucifer likes kids, he's used to taking care of his brothers. But he's kinda traumatized after raising his first child, Satan, who is prone to outbursts and doesn't appear to like him. When he finds out Brooke is pregnant he has a bit of a panic moment "Oh crap I made another one."

Once hes over his shock, Lucifer is very happy and supportive. Dotes on Brooke. Diavolo also offers a lot of support for the two of them. The others while a bit surprised do their best to help. 

Lucifer is even more attentive when the child is born. Determined to give this child more support and love then he had been able to give Satan. 

Child #1 - Hes a lot like Lucifer, but a bit softer. Thinks his older brother is a bit manic, but cool. Doesn't get along great with Child #3.

Child #2 - Brooke wasn't sure who was their father until they were born. Lucifer was scared it was him: was not ready for another kid. Levi to his despair knew it wasn't him. Everyone thought it was Beel for a while. It turned out to be Simeon, who was also surprised, but very happy. 

Levi when they were trying to figure it out: "You aren't sleeping with anyone else right?"

Brooke: "No, only you three."

Child #2 is very baby like and joyful. Child #1 and #3 baby him a lot despite him not being the youngest. 

Levi

Levi is very shy and has trouble expressing his feelings to Brooke tho they are clearly expressed on his face. Cuddling before and after intimacy is very important to him! He would prefer a mono relationship with Brooke, but also doesn't want them to be sad, so he tolerates it. Things get better after having the kids and he learns to respect Lucifer and Simeon's contributions. However, he is very upset finding out he is 'third' once again (honestly probably what leads to baby number 3 being conceived).

Kids? Levi never really thought about it. They seem like they would be a pain and disrupt his otaku activities. He's very good with kids tho, from helping with his younger siblings. Levi is very happy when Brooke is pregnant because they are happy. He is very clingy during the pregnancy.  

Levi has a bad habit of being envious of his son. 

Levi: "You were inside her 9 months. That's longer then I ever was."

MC: "... please stop saying stuff like that to our child."

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Levi: "If you want to hug someone with my face hug me."

Brooke: "Levi he's four."

Child #3 - hes more outgoing then his parents (would willingly go camping with Lucifer). He loves his parents and siblings, but doesn't get along with Child #1 very well. Thinks hes stuck up. Also thinks Levi is cowardly; rolls his eyes at him a lot for it. 

Simeon

 Simeon is just going with the flow. He loves Brooke and is curious. But he listens to her when they say no. Open about his feelings, but doesn't go out of his way to make others notice. Hes not really sure how to take the lead, but learns quickly. Doesn't mind Brooke having children with others. Has a bit of a breading kink.

Simeon always wanted a big family that was close, like he and Lucifer's brothers used to be. Wanted more kids, but Brooke said no. Uses gentle parenting style.  Always willing to help out with any of the kids. 

Wasn't in the Devildom for part of Brooke's first pregnancy, which he feels bad about. Would be troublesome if the celestial realm found out about his kids, so he's not around as often as he would like to be.

Child #2 - looks a lot like him.

Child #4,5 - twins? look more like MC?

Diavolo

Diavolo  wants kids. He's also supposed to give birth to the next demon king, but can't with Lucifer. However his father is asleep and can't say otherwise at this time. Mostly involved with Lucifer and Brooke's kid. He's willing to babysit to skip out on work if needed. 

Mammon

 Mammon is not okay with this. Wanted to be the one to have kids with Brooke,  but its kinda too late for that. He has bittersweet emotions hanging with the kids. He tried to put on a brave face for her, but was a crying mess during every labor thinking Brooke could die. He always insists on being the first one to hold the babies. 

Asmo

Asmo is super cool with all this. Overjoyed to have such cute nieces and nephews. He's a huge support to Brooke during and after pregnancy since everyone else was a mess. "Solomon aren't they cute little creatures? What if we made our own :3." 

Satan

Satan was not too pleased with the pregnancy announcements. He thinks Brooke made the wrong choices. He is particularly mad at Lucifer who neglected him when he was younger and is now having another kid. He vows to have nothing to do with 'Lucifer's spawn', but once Child #1 is born he changes his tune and becomes determined to be the best big brother! 

Beel + Bel

The twins are specifically attached to the children of Simeon and MC, always spoil them. Maybe its due to the fact they have both Lilith's and and angels blood. They found out the hard way how far that bond would go when MC was pregnant with Child #2. Beel became aggressively protective of MC (Hence why everyone thought Beel was the father) and could not be left alone with them or no one could get near them later.

When Beel started acting weird again, MC knew they were pregnant with Child #4,5.

Bel feels very relaxed with the kids, like a missing part of him has been filled again. 

Barbatos

Barbatos is cool with the whole thing as long as it doesn't cause him more trouble. 

Luke

Luke doesn't understand why MC would chose to have children with demons. Hes disappointed in Simeon for getting involved, but won't expose his secret. Would Simeon's kids be Luke's siblings? 

Thirteen

Thirteen is not sure why she was asked her opinion on this matter. Would help MC out if they asked. Kids have sparkly souls! 

Solomon

Solomon did not plan for things to go this way. No one really knows his opinion on this, but he is silently seething with rage. 

Other Notes

One of the kids might be named Lilan or Lilith after Lilith. 

Picrew by anjubatus: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1918788

[thatoneguy031]

The party ended, and...

A lot happened, and I don't know how to feel about it.

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I was terrified. I couldn't just back away, that lead into the bathroom again. Why the heck didn't that stupid Eevee think about putting armor on his hero outfit?...

I needed to get out of there.

I growled, trying my best to look intimidating in hopes that the human would actually back off. But that's hard to do with a Buneary mask on, unfortunately. I was probably as intimidating as a Maschief.

"Easy, easy," the Trainer told me, reaching into his bag. In his hand was a smaller bag, full of what I assumed were pastries. "Here. I don't want to scare you."

He grabbed one, and held it out in front of me as they knelt down on the floor. I slowly walked in front of him again. I took a sniff at it, and after nothing bitter or salty hit my senses, I took a bite. It was very sweet, like a sugar cookie if you've had them before.

"See?" The Trainer sounded really caring, but I kept my guard up. "...I wanna guess... Deku, Luz and... I wanna say that's one of Sora's outfits?"

"Actually, it's-" I stopped myself, remembering that he can't understand any of us. I stuck my paw in Suicune's satchel, taking his notebook (I left mine in the same bush my helmet's in), and began writing.

<It's Neku's.>

The Trainer looked surprised. "Oh, the kid from the other game that that dude worked on! Didn't think a Suicune would be into that."

<I chose the outfit for them. It was their first year celebrating Halloween.> I was really hoping that this human would leave me alone, but I didn't want to be rude and just ditch them. What kind of Samurott acts like that?

"Really? Was it a good time?"

Mx. Suicune nodded, and even if his face didn't show it, I could tell that he was as uncomfortable as I was.

"Awesome! I actually brought some of my own Pokemon here too, but a lot of them are a bit shy... Oh, apologies." The Trainer lowered their head. For those that don't know, that normally means that a Pokemon is trying to show a high level of respect towards another, at least in the wild. Why would a human know that, though...?

"My name is Blair, and I'm a Trainer travelling Unova. I have my sights set on becoming the next Champion of the region."

I figured that I could at least give him a chance. I don't know why, but he, Blair... was different. He was part of the exception that I normally reserved for eeby-deebies.

<My name is Guy, and I>-

There was a loud sound, although none of us could tell what it was. It was like an explosion I think...

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I'll make a part 2 eventually, but it's getting a little late for this.

Cherry can probably cover for me, I'm tired from what happened after.