#so she's basically... attached to the kitchen at this point

[starlostjisung]

- this is how it’s supposed to feel like

PAIRING: han x reader

GENRE: fluff; slight angst if you squint; friends to lovers

WC: 3.1k

CW: nothing

SUMMARY: after being friends for a long time with han and the boys, your friend sets you up on a date and you realise something: you are in love with your best friend

hi!! this is my second story here and i’m still try to figure out how this works and everything but i’m slowly getting there. again, any comments or thoughts are deeply appreciated, hope you enjoy it <3

You didn’t expect a knock on your door this morning, not when you were getting ready to go shopping with one of your close friends.

Especially not from Han Jisung, who had the biggest smile on his face and was carrying what it looked like two hot chocolates and some cupcakes.

“The chocolates are at the perfect temperature and the cupcakes are the sweetest thing that I could find but of course they’re not as sweet as me.” He said as he made his way past you into your apartment. “Well, hello to you too. I’ve doing well and I hope you’ve been fine too.” You laughed while you closed the door. “Yeah whatever, just come here and have breakfast with me, I’ve bought this on my way to the studio and I don’t’t have much time before I have to go.”

Han Jisung, your best friend and the person you had been attached to the hip basically since the moment you two met all those years ago. Lee Know and you had been best friends ever since you both wore diapers. You two did everything together and that meant that when he became a part of this idol world, you went with him. Lee Know being a member from Stray Kids meant that you had 7 new friends, having a more special relationship with Han.

You made your way to the kitchen and had lunch with Han while you talked about everything and nothing at the same time. He told you about the latest 3RACHA writing session. “We were so tired that Changing fell asleep at some point and Chan threatened him with using Lee Know’s air fryer on him.” You told him about your plans for the day with your friend. “Her cousin is getting married in a couple of months and she still hasn’t got an outfit so she wants me to go with her and help her find one.”

Conversation flowed just like that. It was easy. Like everything between you two. You two understood and completed the other to perfection. When one of you had something to celebrate, the other was there to be the number 1 hype person. When one of you was feeling one, the other was there to offer the shoulder to cry on, the comfort of a movie to let your minds off everything, or simply was there. That’s how your friendship worked. And that’s how you always thought that love was supposed to work, but life had proved you wrong a couple of times.

“Me and Minho were thinking about having a quiet night in. You know just some food, some movies and stuff. You should come too, it’s been a while since we last did that.” Han said while finishing his breakfast.

“And whose fault is that Mr. When I’m not on some world tour, I’m working on a comeback for 2040 and when I’m not doing that I’m doing some other thing?”

“Oi!”

“It’s true.”

“All the more reason for you to come and hang out with us. Please, pretty please, pleaaaaa-“

“Fine, I’ll go” you finally agreed before he gave you a headache with his antics.

He smiled so hard that you felt yourself smiling at that. Because it was normal to feel happy when people around you wanted to spend time with you. But it was even more special when the person who wanted to spend the little time left he had with you was Han.

Yes, this is how friendships feel like. Right?

~

“My cousin is being extremely picky with the wedding and all that. Which, I mean, I get it because you only get married once, or at least you hope for that, but I’m telling you, she’s super close to going absolutely crazy and getting married with just the two of them or something.” You and Y/FN had been looking and trying different things for a couple of hours and while, bless her heart you loved her with everything in you, there was something else on your mind today. Or rather someone.

Ever since your breakfast with Han earlier this morning, your thoughts were full of him. Him bringing you breakfast. You two eating together in your kitchen. You two laughing and talking. Mundane things.

“Y/N? You there?” You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed that your friend was showing you a blue dress she has found in one store. “Yes, sorry Y/FN. That dress is beautiful, I think you should try it on.”

“Let’s go and eat first, I’m starving and you look like you may need a break from all this walking around.” You felt sorry that your mind had been elsewhere today, but there was something in your mind that you couldn’t name yet. Or you were just afraid of giving it a name.

Once you found a restaurant and the waiter took your orders, your friend finally asked the question. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you or do I have to guess?”. “Nothing, it’s just that I have had a lot on my mind recently and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed to be honest.” It’s not that you didn’t want to tell her what you were thinking, it was that if you couldn’t understand yourself, you thought no one else could. “Are you sure that it’s only that?”. “Yes, I’m sure” you smiled at her and she seemed to be happy with your answer, for now.

After your food arrived, you ate it while talking about your jobs or the plans that you had for the following months. But when she started talking about her next trip with her boyfriend, you realised you should have seen it coming. “You know what you need?”. “What?”. “A date”. There it was. Really, you should have seen it coming. “Y/FN…”. “No, listen to me, I’m not talking about going out and getting in a relationship if that’s not what you want, but just, going out and meeting people, meeting someone new. I know the perfect guy, he’s new in my office and I know you two would get along just fine.”

Your last relationship had ended some months ago and the ending had been bittersweet to say the least. You had closed yourself off to the world and you were slowly becoming yourself again. Everyone knew that and helped you during the process. Your friends. The boys. Lee Know. And Han, especially Han. Your friend was just trying to help you. “Please, Y/N, just a coffee or a movie or something, for me please”. You knew she was trying to help you, you really did, and while you were not completely on board with this, part of you felt like you needed to accept because she was just trying to help you.

“Okay”

“Really? That’s great! I promise you he’s a great guy and you will not regret this believe me.” You wanted to believe her, but something stirred inside you. You thought it was just your nerves and anxious thoughts of going out and meeting someone new. They had nothing to do with a certain big eyes and bright smile boy you already knew, right?

~

After finishing your meal (during which your friend sent your number to her new co-worker after having talked to him about you first without you knowing) and trying in some other shops with no luck, you said your goodbyes and you made your way to Han and Lee Know’s dorm for a quiet night in, which if you were being honest, you really needed. On your way you got a call from your friend’s co-worked to introduce himself and plan your date, which would be a simple coffee the following day. While he seemed nice and friendly, something inside didn’t sit right with you. It would be the nerves of going out with someone new after a long time. Yes, let’s say it was that.

~

“Please, do tell me why I would let you go inside my dorm”. “Oh please, Minho, you know I’m basically living here and I’m officially the unofficial third member of this dorm.” He smiled at that, he knew you were right. All these years, all the distance, could not keep you two apart. You wouldn’t have that any other way. You made your way inside and got comfortable with him on the couch, Han was still out writing with the other boys. You told Minho about your job and how you had been doing lately and he told you about his recording sessions, the rehearsals, and all in between.

“Right Y/N spill it.” “What?” You knew he wouldn’t buy it. If there was one person in the world who knew you better than yourself, that was him. “I know there’s something on your mind so you either spill it or you’re going into the air fryer”. Lee Know style. So you told him everything that had happened with your friend that day. That you two had gone shopping. That she had told you about her co-worker. That you were going on a date the next day.

You decided to not talk about your thoughts regarding Han that day, because you were almost completely sure that that were normal friendship thoughts. Just friends and nothing else. But of course, Lee Know knew better. “And do you think that your nerves about the date are just because you’re meeting someone new and nothing else?”. “What do you mean?”. You knew what he meant, you just couldn’t admit it. “I have eyes and I see the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you. You may be fooling yourselves but you’re not fooling anyone else, at least not me. You two are friends, but can you honestly say that you are only that?”

Direct and straight to the point, that was Lee Know. And he was right, at least on your part. You didn’t see Han as only your friend. You were friends, the best of friends even, but was that enough for you? And for him? Was Lee Know right about Han just as he had been right about you? Just before you could ask him any questions, Han arrived to their shared dorm. After putting his things away and telling you two what he had done that day in the studio, you three started your quiet night in.

However, your mind was anything but quiet. While the two boys were eating and laughing at whatever was happening in the movie you were not watching, you came to the realisation that you were in love with your best friend. You were in love with him. This is not what a normal friendship is supposed to feel like.

~

It was late when the movie ended so you stayed in the boys dorm like you had done many times before. You and Lee Know shared his bed, but you couldn’t sleep at all. Your mind kept replaying every moment you had spent with Han during these years. The laughs. The tears. The important moments. The normal ones. How you hadn’t realised yourself that you were in love with him was beyond yourself. Or maybe, you had known all along but were scared of the possibility of not being reciprocated. Because that could be a possibility. You were sure that he didn’t feel the same way because you were friends and friends aren’t supposed to be in love with each other. You wanted to go home and cry to yourself.

Once morning came, you decided to go to the kitchen and have breakfast. You got up quietly so as not to wake Lee Know up, and when you left his room and went to the kitchen, you saw that Han was already there.

“Hi.”.”Hi.” You smiled at each other. “You’re up early, that’s not something you usually do”. You told him. “Yeah well I had this idea in the studio yesterday about a song and I could not sleep well because I’ve been think about it the whole night so I just decided to get up, eat something and go finish it.” Of course, the ever working Han Jisung.

“And you? It’s early for you too.” “I couldn’t sleep either so I decided to just stop trying.” “And why couldn’t you?” Because I’ve just realised that I’m in love with you and the possibility of being rejected kept me up all night but no worries. You couldn’t tell him that. So you decided to tell him the next big thing. “I have a date today”

Time stopped. He put his food that was mid-air on his plate again. His eyes were fixed on a point on the table. You swore you heard him gasp. “A date.”. “Yes, Y/FN set me up with one of her co-workers and we’re meeting for coffee later.” This wasn’t right. You didn’t know if you wanted Han to cheer you on or to tell you not to go. You just wanted to go home. Something wasn’t right. And then he looked at you and you saw it. Something wasn’t right within him either. But before you could ask him he started talking. “That’s great Y/N, I’m really happy for you, you deserve to be happy really.”. “Han…”. “I should go and get started on that song and you should go and get ready for the date too. I will tell Minho when he wakes up don’t worry.”

And just like that, he got up, went to his room and closed the door. You didn’t know what had just happened. You just felt something breaking inside you. This isn’t how love is supposed to feel like.

~

You don’t know how you did it, but you left the boys’ dorm, went home, got ready and went to the coffee shop for your date. You were immersed in your thoughts and all that had happened in the last 24 hours or so when your date arrived. “Y/N? Hi, I’m Wooyoung, sorry to have kept you waiting, traffic was horrible.” “Don’t worry, I haven’t been waiting long.” And just like that you two started talking about each other. You talked about your hobbies, your jobs and different things.

He was nice, really he was, but he wasn’t Han. He wasn’t the guy who would spend hours telling you about his new song ideas. He wasn’t the guy who would accompany you whenever it was late at night and you wanted to go and buy ice cream. He simply wasn’t Han.

So you decided to tell him, you couldn’t keep doing this. “Wooyoung, I’m really sorry but I don’t think I keep doing this. I accepted the date because of my friend but since then I’ve realised I have feelings for someone else and I can’t do this. I’m really sorry.”. Thankfully, he seemed fine with this. No harm done. So you left and ran to the place you shouldn’t have left in the first place. To see Han.

~

Seconds passed before you knocked on their door and the door opened but those seconds were enough for you to start spiralling again. What if Han didn’t feel the same? What if he didn’t want to be with you? What if you lost him because he didn’t want to be friends anymore after you confessed your feelings for-

“Y/N? Weren’t you supposed to be on a date?” This wasn’t the Han you knew, there was something you couldn’t place, but the Han that left you alone in the kitchen that morning was still here. “Yes, I-“. “Lee Know isn’t here right now, I can tell him you came to tell him about your date and he will call you later.” “No, Han, I came to talk to you”

He couldn’t hide his surprise. He let out in and closed the door while you looked around. The same place that knew by heart now felt unfamiliar and cold. What if you ruined everything now?

“What did you have to tell me?”. You turned around and there he was. With his arms closed. You couldn’t breathe. “Y/N?”. “I left the date.” You saw how confused he was. “What? Why? Did he do anything to you?”. He got closer to inspect you. This was the Han you knew, the one that would do anything to make sure you were fine. You laughed while you felt your eyes start to get watery. “Then why did you leave?” he said while looking at you. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Because it wasn’t you” just like this morning, time stopped. His eyes on you. He gasped, you saw it this time. “What?”. “He wasn’t you, Han, and I didn’t want to be on that damn date if it wasn’t with you. And I know you may not feel the same and I may be ruining things with us but I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed to tell you and I-“. You couldn’t go on.

His lips were on yours. It took you a couple of seconds to realise what was going on. Han was kissing you and he had his arms around your waist, holding you like the world would end if he let you go. So you reciprocated. You put your arms around his neck, hands on his hair. You felt him deepen the kiss. You let out some tears. You swore he let some too.

When you needed to breath, you broke the kiss, but you kept your foreheads against each other. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” he told you. “You have?” “Yes, for a long time. And all this time I didn’t tell you in case you wouldn’t feel the same way, so when this morning you told me you had a date… I thought I lost you”. “You’re not losing me, Han, I’m not going anywhere without you.”

He kissed you again. Slowly, like he was trying to say all that he had kept quiet all this time. When his tongue tried to open your mouth, you gave him permission. The kiss deepened, hungry and sweet, while your hands explored each other and all that you had missed all this time, knowing that you had all the time in the world now. You couldn’t help but smile through the kiss.

“Why are you smiling?” he separated long enough to ask you that. “Nothing, it’s just that we both have been idiots all this time.” he mimicked your smile. “That’s part of our charm, being idiots together.” You laughed at that. “Yes it is”. “If you want, we can continue being two idiots together that are dating instead of only being friends.” “I love how that sounds.” And you kissed him this time. Feeling happy. Safe. Excited. This is how love is supposed to feel like.

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12 Grimmauld Place Floor Plan

So, I like making floor plans, so, I decided to go back to the books to find all the information I could regarding the layout of 12 Grimmauld Place. The following post is all the collected quotes divided into floors and rooms and notes about some additional rooms that are likely part of the layout due to it being a 19th-century townhouse in London. I also added a quick sketch of the floor plan, it's very basic, but it gets the point across, I think.

This is something I made for my own fic purposes, but anyone writing HP fics might find it useful too.

Basement

This is the floor we know the least about. See, the upper floors of townhouses were usually smaller, while the basement sprawled way more since it needed to include various rooms for all the servants, a pantry, a scullery, a still room, a kitchen, a cellar, a coal room to power the gas lights and more.

1. Kitchen

Harry, who had expected a better welcome, noted how hard and bitter Sirius’s voice sounded. He followed his godfather to the bottom of the stairs and through a door leading into the basement kitchen. (OotP)

I assume next to the staircase there is a door leading to the basement stairs and that the Impervious Charm was cast on it for this to make sense:

“Tonks told me how to find out,” said Ginny. “You just chuck stuff at the door and if it can’t make contact the door’s been Imperturbed. I’ve been flicking Dungbombs at it from the top of the stairs and they just soar away from it, so there’s no way the Extendable Ears will be able to get under the gap.” (OotP)

2. A pantry exists and connects with a door to the kitchen:

Mrs. Weasley was the only person in the basement when they arrived there. She was standing at the stove and sounded as though she had a bad head cold when she wished them Merry Christmas, and they all averted their eyes. “So, this is Kreacher’s bedroom?” said Ron, strolling over to a dingy door in the corner opposite the pantry which Harry had never seen open. (OotP)

3. Opposite the pantry there is Kreacher's "room":

Harry peered inside. Most of the cupboard was taken up with a very large and old-fashioned boiler, but in the foot’s space underneath the pipes Kreacher had made himself something that looked like a nest. A jumble of assorted rags and smelly old blankets were piled on the floor and the small dent in the middle of it showed where Kreacher curled up to sleep every night. (OotP)

I assume the "old-fashioned boiler" is a copper boiler/wash copper (used for washing clothes at home before the washing machine) and that this is the scullery. The scullery was often attached to the kitchen or close to it and used to wash dishes and/or launder clothes, hence why the washing boiler is there.

4. Coal Cellar / Coal Vault

Since Harry mentions gas laps:

He heard a soft hissing noise and then old-fashioned gas lamps sputtered into life all along the walls (OotP)

These gaslamps would need to be poured by combustion, in the UK, the type of gas most often used was coal gas, which was still used in the UK into the 1970s. Many Victorian houses in London had a vault/cellar for storing coal in the basement to power these gas lights.

The basement is likely larger and probably includes a:

5. Wine Cellar

6. A still room (Was used to make household concoctions, from distilling alcohol, making candles, smoking foods, making medicine to literally anything else you need in your home. It's possible in a wizard house this room is basically a small Potion's lab).

7. Larder(s) (cold rooms to store perishables like meat or milk but also pastries and bread by the 18th century).

Potentially any other number of store rooms.

Ground Floor

1. Narrow entrance crridor:

He heard a soft hissing noise and then old-fashioned gas lamps sputtered into life all along the walls, casting a flickering insubstantial light over the peeling wallpaper and threadbare carpet of a long, gloomy hallway, where a cobwebby chandelier glimmered overhead and age-blackened portraits hung crooked on the walls. (Ootp)

2. Staircase Hallway (large opening above that the kids look through)

The three of them looked cautiously over the banisters. The gloomy hallway below was packed with witches and wizards, including all of Harry’s guard. They were whispering excitedly together. (OotP)

The staircase is at the end of the entrance corridor:

Pressing her finger to her lips, she led him on tiptoes past a pair of long, moth-eaten curtains, behind which Harry supposed there must be another door, and after skirting a large umbrella stand that looked as though it had been made from a severed troll’s leg, they started up the dark staircase, passing a row of shrunken heads mounted on plaques on the wall. A closer look showed Harry that the heads belonged to house-elves. All of them had the same rather snoutlike nose. (OotP)

The entrance to the kitchen (and basement as a whole. Likely it's just the door to the servants' staircase) is across the staircase hall:

“We’re eating down in the kitchen,” Mrs. Weasley whispered, meeting them at the bottom of the stairs. “Harry, dear, if youll just tiptoe across the hall, it’s through this door here — ” (OotP)

And visible from the Entrance Hall:

There were hurried footsteps and Ron’s mother, Mrs. Weasley, emerged from a door at the far end of the hall. She was beaming in welcome as she hurried toward them, though Harry noticed that she was rather thinner and paler than she had been last time he had seen her. (OotP)

3. Dining Room

They moved from the drawing room to a dining room on the ground floor where they found spiders large as saucers lurking in the dresser (Ron left the room hurriedly to make a cup of tea and did not return for an hour and a half). The china, which bore the Black crest and motto, was all thrown unceremoniously into a sack by Sirius, and the same fate met a set of old photographs in tarnished silver frames, all of whose occupants squealed shrilly as the glass covering them smashed. (OotP)

4. Possibly a parlor.

A drawing room is basically the family living room (although it could be used for hosting larger company), but it tends to be less grand than the parlor. The parlor would be a sitting room, usually on the ground floor that is meant to show off to guests. It's usually grander and more polished. And you know, the Blacks would have an ornate sitting room to show off to guests.

5. Maybe a library, but a library could also be on the first floor or even in the basement if they wanted a particularly large one.

First Floor

1. Drawing Room (essentially the living room)

Harry and Ron, who had dressed and breakfasted quickly, entered the drawing room, a long, high-ceilinged room on the first floor with olive- green walls covered in dirty tapestries. (OotP)

2. Bathroom

Harry hurried up the stairs to the hall and then to the first landing, where he dashed into the bathroom and bolted the door again. Grunting with pain, he slumped over the black basin with its taps in the form of open-mouthed serpents and closed his eyes. . . . (DH)

Depending on when this bathroom was installed, it's very possible it's a larger room (the size of a bedroom) and not a small bathroom as that's what they did in the 19th-century when indoor plumbing was first introduced — transformed less used rooms into water closets.

As Harry, Ron, and Hermione all comfortably stand inside, it is a larger bathroom for sure (I'm just, not sure how large):

He had shouted out, he knew it. He got up and unbolted the door; Hermione toppled inside at once, regained her balance, and looked around suspiciously. Ron was right behind her, looking unnerved as he pointed his wand into the corners of the chilly bathroom. (DH)

3. The bedroom shared by Hermione and Ginny:

“Asleep, yeah, right,” said Fred in an undertone, after Hermione bade them good night and they were climbing to the next floor. “If Ginny’s not lying awake waiting for Hermione to tell her everything they said downstairs, then I’m a flobberworm...” (OotP)

4. Probably an office/library.

Second Floor

This floor likely has multiple smaller bedrooms. My guess is 4 (2 at the front of the house, 2 at the back):

1. Harry and Ron's bedroom. It could be on the first floor from text alone, I placed it on the second floor to: a) limit the number of bedrooms so they'll have a reason to share in the first place. b) due to how Harry describes the drawing room as being on the first floor, it gives the vibe the room he stays in is on a different floor.

He led the way out of the door and onto the landing, but before they could descend the stairs — “Hold it!” Ron breathed, flinging out an arm to stop Harry and Hermione walking any farther. “They’re still in the hall, we might be able to hear something — ” (OotP)

The following bedrooms are likely on this floor, one of them might be on the third floor though:

2. Bedroom used by Arthur & Molly.

3. Bedroom used by Remus.

4. Bedroom used by Bill.

Third Floor

There are likely 3 bedrooms on this floor.

1. The large master bedroom on one end of the house:

said Sirius, who had just entered the room carrying a bloodstained bag of what appeared to be dead rats. “I’ve just been feeding Buckbeak,” he added, in reply to Harry’s inquiring look. “I keep him upstairs in my mother’s bedroom. Anyway ... this writing desk ...” (OotP)

2. The bedroom Fred and George slept in, as it's mentioned to be upstairs from Harry & Ron's room:

“It would have taken you about thirty seconds longer to walk down the stairs,” said Ron. (OotP)

And when Harry looks down the banister at the Order, he looks up to see Fred and George on the landing above the one he and Ron are on:

A thin piece of flesh-colored string descended in front of Harry’s eyes. Looking up he saw Fred and George on the landing above, cautiously lowering the Extendable Ear toward the dark knot of people below. A moment later, however, they began to move toward the front door and out of sight. (OotP)

This also means there is a large opening around the stairs up to the third floor (and perhaps above).

3. Another bedroom for other Order members to crash / one of the bedrooms I placed on the first floor is actually here and the spare bedroom is on the first floor (or it's a bathroom). As Hermione says they cleaned most of the bedrooms:

“We have,” said Hermione quickly. “We’ve been decontaminating this house, it’s been empty for ages and stuff’s been breeding in here. We’ve managed to clean out the kitchen, most of the bedrooms, and I think we’re doing the drawing room tomo — AARGH!” (OotP)

It's possible this is one of the bedrooms they haven't cleared out yet (along with Sirius and Regulus' rooms upstairs).

Fourth Floor

This floor only has two bedrooms across from each other:

1. Sirius' bedroom

Harry continued up the stairs until he reached the topmost landing, where there were only two doors. The one facing him bore a nameplate reading SIRIUS. (DH)

2. Regulus' bedroom

He agreed, but grudgingly, and followed her out onto the landing and past the second door that led off it. There were deep scratch marks in the paintwork below a small sign that he had not noticed in the dark. (DH)

They moved over the threshold together, gazing around. Regulus’s bedroom was slightly smaller than Sirius’s, though it had the same sense of former grandeur. (DH)

It's possible this fourth floor has more rooms. This floor was often used for the nursery and the maid/nurse who took care of the children there. In a wizard house, there will be no need for a maid room, though, so it's possible Regulus' room was originally meant to be a maid room.

Floor Plan

I made a quick sketch of more or less what Grimmauld Place's floor plan would look like. More or less, this isn't perfect (Maybe I could make it in the sims, or make a better plan and edit/reblog it here later).

Some notes:

Usually, the basement would have rooms for the servants. As wizards don't really give their house-elves rooms, I just added a large library underground.

I added a library/office on the first floor since it's kinda functioning as both. It's an office with bookcases basically in my headcanon, but it can be whatever you want it to be.

The rectangular "area" that exists on all floors right above the main staircase is an open area where daylight can enter and allow windows for light in interior rooms that weren't on either end of the house. And ventilation for the larders.

I also included a small garden and the attached stables and coach house, which I assume isn't used as a stables/coach house. I put a greenhouse there that is in a unusable state by OotP, but it could really be anything.

I have no idea what they did with the loft above the coach house/stables if they had one, hence why I left it empty.

The bedrooms for the adults (Remus, Arthur & Molly, and Bill) can shift between their locations and also one of them could be the spare bedroom on the third floor. I change who's where often enough, this sketch is just to get the idea of how much space I'm working with.

Harry mentioned hearing footsteps of the Order coming upstairs after their meeting, so I put his and Ron's room next to the stairs.

Regulus is room can be passed by on the way to the stairs from Sirius' room, so I tried to get that to work.

[sunday-bug]

@umaficwriter request that I think is cute so I wrote a lil drabble ❤️

A BuckyxReader fic where Bucky is a congressman and reader is his devoted wifey and the fic is basically their life together, routine and stuff alike SOMEBODY MAKE IT HAPPEN!

Pairing: Congressman Bucky x wife

Content: fluff with one cheeky comment from Bucky

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She won’t be home from work for another hour, so Bucky decides to get dinner started. He wants their night in together to be perfect, and that starts with a nice meal. He figures he could flip through a bill proposal while things simmer on the stove.

Life has been hectic lately with his campaign, so he has been looking forward to this free night with her all week. Coming home to his wife when she was already fast asleep lately has taken a toll on him, and he wants to spend all night next to her, talking and being close.

He tastes the sauce, added necessary spices, and keeps stirring, paging through the proposal. He wants the night to be romantic so he peruses through the vinyl collection in the living room, searching for the record she’d gotten him for his birthday. He finds it and places the needle on. Billie Holiday’s rich voice cracks through the speakers. He then grabs the matches from the side table and lights a few candles around the dining and living rooms. Better.

By the time he’s set the table for two, he hears her key in the lock. He begins plating their meal, “Perfect timing, love,” he says with a smile as she comes around the corner.

“Mmm, it smells amazing,” she says, “and it looks so nice in here. This is so sweet, babe.” She rushes over, kicking off her heels, to hug Bucky. He lets out a sigh, relaxing in the comfort of her arms. “What is it?” She points to the food he’d made.

“Um, I actually don’t know how to pronounce it,” he admits, “but it’s from the cookbook your sister gave you. Looks Italian.”

“I can’t wait to try it, but I’m going to freshen up really quick. I’ll be right back,” she says, heading upstairs.

Bucky nods, picking up the bill proposal and reading a bit. His stomach growls and he glances down at his plate. Might as well taste test it, he thought. He picked up a piece and took a bite. It was delicious.

“Ah,” he sighs, as red sauce drips onto his clean shirt, the bill proposal, and into the crevices of his vibranium arm. His wife walks back into the kitchen at that moment.

“Oh, Buck,” she says with a giggle, “let me help.” She helps him out of his dress shirt and inspects his arm. “It really got in there, huh?” She says.

Bucky sighs, exasperated.

“You know what might work?” She asks, biting her lip.

“What?” He questions.

She walks over to the dishwasher and opens it, gesturing at his arm.

Bucky laughs, “Worth a shot, I guess.” He removes his vibranium arm and places it into the dishwasher. “I’m going to run it on a quick wash cycle. I want both hands for after dinner,” he says with a wink.

She brings the plates to the dining table, and they enjoy their meal, catching up on work, life, and each other.

“I love you, James,” she says softly out of the blue, making him look up from his now empty plate.

“I love you, Mrs. Barnes,” he replies softly, cheeks flushed with the lightest blush. She still gave him butterflies. He stands up from table as the dishwasher beeps.

“Pop that thing back on and dance with me,” she says sweetly.

“You got it, babe,” he replies as he saunters back to the kitchen, feeling his bones relax from just being in her presence. He removes the arm from the dishwasher and re-attaches it before heading back into the dining room to dance to Billie Holiday with his beautiful bride. Bliss.

[dearestzaychik]

Our Forsakened Destiny.

This Fanfic is for those starving Forsaken Fans out there by the way!!

(( same here ngl... ))

[ Forsaken x Isekai'd Reader ]

[ Gender Neutral Reader ]

TW : Cursing, Touching Jokes ( only mentioned once ), DoubleFedora Mentioned but It's not something that will happen during the actual story.

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[ PROLOGUE ]

READER’S POV.

Clouds up in the skies, in a bustling city during the afternoon as they woke up to the sound of ringing.

“..What time is it already?”

Stated the individual, picking their phone up from the stand as they glanced at the upcoming discord notifications and a call from their friends. Their messages flickering in the channel as the Voice channel looked to be active as well. Looks like Peanut is the most active in the channel as of late.

MENTAL ASYLUM

The NUT :

@Loser101

Join.

Naps :

They might be asleep nut..

The NUT :

at 2 in the afternoon

I don’t think so

Their waking up bc

I said so!

Loser101 :

Boo

Hobo :

Oh my goodness me

Toilet

Menoes :

WAITT THEIR BOTH ALIVE

Hobo :

Im pooping rn

Loser101 :

Hold your horses I jst woke up..

The NUT :

Did you

stay up late..

again

Loser101 :

Yeah…

Menoes :

I think we might have gotten [ Y/N ] addicted to Forsaken..

The NUT :

GOOD

Now join us!!

@Loser101

Naps :

Don’t forget to join VC as well!

Stupid Idiot :

[ Sent an Attachment. ]

Loser101 :

Hold on I still need to get up dawg..

The NUT :

well be quicker

Menoes :

Veen I’m gonna touch you.

Stupid Idiot :

Yeahhh I’m switching out of 07..

Menoes :

WAITT NO I'M SORRY—

Naps :

Oh my days, Just play the game already the match is starting!

[ Message #general ]

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Right, Your dear friends. A few days ago, they seemed to pull you into a game called Forsaken on Roblox. Usually, you don't play games such as Roblox, preferring Identity V over games like that. But they somehow pulled you into a Roblox Game that had somewhat of the same mechanics as Identity V, hence the heavy persuasion from Peanut especially.

“Impatient as always.”

You quoted, knowing how impatient Peanut can be. They already seemed to have started before you, but nevertheless they can wait a little longer. After all, you just woke up and you at least needed to get ready for the day.

THIRD PERSON POV.

Getting up from the bed, slipping into your bunny slippers as you walked to the Kitchen. Turning on the Coffee Machine.. It was just a normal day like always, Thankfully there was a Holiday during Friday meant it was gonna be a Long Weekend. You didn’t need to worry about going to work for now, that’s for sure.

Peanut and the others are still waiting, but they wouldn’t mind waiting for a little while longer. Even though you played the game, you didn't know much compared to how the group knew the Techniques and Story for each character. Maybe the basics of the gameplay you definitely grasped, but the Story behind the characters? Not so much. Maybe the simplified version, but even so it's still limited knowledge about the game itself.

Maybe one day you’ll finally find the time to actually start reading and looking into the story itself.

Ding! Seems like the coffee machine is done making your coffee, you can actually start going through your day.

READER’S POV.

As you were about to take a sip of your freshly brewed coffee, a notification rang in the air once more.. Right, Peanut and the others were still waiting for you. As you opened Discord, you didn’t bother to read the messages in the channel as you immediately joined the VC.

“Oh my god… The whole entire server is targeting us at this point!”

Stated Naps, seemingly frustrated at the current situation she had at hand.

“We’re healers, of course they would target us because we are practically a whole healing buffet for the survivors if we keep surviving!”

Meos replied to Naps, At this point not taking everything seriously as he laughed it off.

“Finally, [ Y/N ] joined the vc... Join us right now in Forsaken or else I’m gonna fucking loose it.. I’m about to be killer right now and may Zeus strike me down if I’m lying, I’M GONNA MURDER THIS FUCKING GUEST-”

Peanut suddenly shot out, before muting her mic. She doesn’t usually open her mic unless it's to call something out or rant about a player, either way Peanut is just.. being Peanut.

“Alright, alright.. Just give me a moment to open my PC then I’ll join.”

You, along with Meos and Naps continued to chat in the call as you joined the server. Looks like Veen was in here too, but he didn’t have his mic opened. Either way, you managed to join in time as the Round loaded in, With Peanut being the Killer as Mafioso.. While you played Chance, unable to switch characters either way since you joined as soon as the round started.

“WAIT OH MY GOD THERE’S A 007N7 IN THE ROUND–”

“Meos, No.”

Surprisingly after that whole thing as well as Peanut killing off the Toxic Guest she wanted to kill, The round was a friendly round as Peanut didn’t seem to want to kill anybody else.. Other than the fact that she was approaching you slowly of course.. She shipped DoubleFedora, but was very open to other ships of course. The pinnacle of being a Multishipper..

“No, no, no. Stop being gay...”

Naps stated, trying to body block Peanut away from you, definitely done from Peanut’s shenanigans.. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, this was the usual events that happened during your gameplays with your dear friends. Sadly, Caleb and Debt didn’t seem to be able to play today, but there were still plenty of times to play with them either way.

“Sorry guys, I prefer 1x1x1x1 x Sonic the Hedgehog as my OTP..”

Veen suddenly stated, jumpscaring everybody with how randomly timed he opened his mic. Earning a questionable silence in the voice call before the collection of sudden screams replied..

“..WHAT-”

After the round ended, A Message popped up onto your screen. It quoted..

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[ team c00lkidd join today! ]

- [ YES ]

- [ NO ] [ YES. ]

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“..Guys, do you know what this message is?”

Although it seemed to be somewhat in themed of what you’re playing, considering there was a Killer that was themed around c00lkidd, but you couldn’t help but feel wary about the message. After all, none of your friends ever mentioned a message like this.

“What do you mean by a message? Did someone message you?”

Meos asked, seemingly clueless about the message you received. His tone feigned concern, earning you Naps and the other’s attention as well.

“..No, it's a message box that popped up in the game. It says `team c00lkidd join today`.”

Before you could even get a reply from any of your friends, your PC started crashing as multiple errors seemed to come out while everything else was becoming glitchy and distorted. Your friends tried reaching out, feigning even more concern when you didn’t respond.

“..[ Y/N ]? A—-re yo[] there?—”

“Can yo[] 6ear u—”

The voices of your friends glitching out before an uncomfortable silence lingered in the air, their voices long gone as the only thing you seemed to be able to hear was a static noise coming from your PC. Suddenly, there was a force pulling you in specifically from the Monitor itself. No matter how hard you tried to pull yourself away from it, the harder it was to get out of this predicament. Eventually, the force overpowered your feeble strength as a human, getting sucked inside the Monitor as everything around you seemed to crumble apart and glitch out even more.

You were scared, frightened to say the least. After all, You still had so much to live for. Looking at your hands as you fell into a black abyss, you can see yourself glitching out as well. Although it was painless, it sent a wave of sickness through you. As the further you fell, the more it was a struggle to even open your eyes. The last thing you could see before you passed out was a pop up in red stating..

[ Welcome to your new home. ]

:)

Whether that message was meant to comfort you or not, It definitely didn’t help. Whatever was happening to you, it was far from normal against Human standards if it weren’t so obvious enough. Cursing yourself as you couldn’t open your eyes any longer, succumbing to the abyss that pulled you further and further as your little life was about to take a turn. 

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[ ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED. ]

Welcome to Hell.

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Onto the next chapter..

Chapter 1 :

NOTES

I'm starving so I decided to cook food myself.. It might look like a bit of a joke first but we can take some jokes then and there! Especially since this is just the prologue :3

Right now, this is a small introduction to a series so do hope in mind that everything might not stay the same!

[ghettogirly]

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑮𝑬 𝑩𝑼𝑬𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺:

-> summary: how i think paige would represent the five love languages!

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𝑷𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯:

- she’s definitely touchy but i feel like it would be more private.

- slight hesitation to do pda, just due to how much attention she gets online? i just don’t think she would want to subject you to any online hate.

- always got her arm around your waist, peppering warm kisses along your neck if you’re cuddling.

- coach paige would go harddd, if you wanted to learn the basics of basketball she would NOT go easy on you.

- slapping the ball away from the net whenever you shoot it , then chasing you and picking you up if you attempt to walk off the court and sulk.

- she’s always resting her head on your thighs, maybe resulting in a quick munch session.

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𝑸𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬:

- she’s such a big fan of working out together, especially in the weight room if you’re also an athlete.

- her spotting you as you bench press, looking up at the blonde haired girl who just smiles down at you in support.

- she would appear in the back of your videos you take of yourself and you wouldn’t even realise until you watch the back. This results with you hitting her with the nearest pillow as she laughs.

- dinner dates are also a must , i secretly think she’s bougie.

- treating you to 5 star restaurants, holding your hand across the table as she orders drinks for the both of you? oh yes.

- she would even take you to the games she coaches at overtime, pointing to you in the crowd whenever one of her players scores or gets a turnover.

- overall, being with paige is so fun.

- of course you guys would have the odd movie nights here and there.

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𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵

- she definitely calls you “princess”, not other way around it.

- again, back to her on the gym. she would be praising you constantly whenever you complete one of her sessions or press a higher weight than you usually do, complimenting your physique.

- this girl apparently never goes to classes, so she’s always thanking you whenever you give her the notes for the recent lesson, loving the fact she can rely on you.

- she’s ALWAYS commenting on how stunning you look whenever you go out on dates, reposting your posts or stories on her IG to let the world know.

- if you send her outfit of the day pictures, she’s always quick to respond and compliment on how good you look.

- who knows, she may even pop out in similar clothing so you can match.

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𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑪𝑬 :

- definitely someone who cleans around the house constantly.

- i don’t know what it is, a clean house just makes her more productive.

- she also loves the twinkle you have on your eye when you smile at what she’s done, especially when you was dreading coming back to wash up some dishes after a long day at college.

- she definitely looks after your car, taking it to the garage whenever it needs to get serviced OR to a car wash to surprise you.

- i just think she would be the more dominant one: taking out the trash or walking the dogs early in the morning (if you have any).

- she just loves how happy you get when she does something for you that you don’t even ask for.

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𝑮𝑰𝑭𝑻 𝑮𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮:

- she’s such a promise ring girl, argue with the fucking wall.

- 5 months into the relationship, she’s surprising you with a crystalline promise ring, it being wrapped with ribbon in a tiny little box. A card would be attached to it, expressing how much she loves you.

- your heart would just MELT, tears threatening to fall but you manage to not crumble at the thoughtful gesture.

- she always pays for your food on date, it’s a non negotiable.

- you’ll mention something you saw at the mall one day when out with your friends, bummed that you couldn’t get it.

- next day, it will be on the kitchen table with a bouquet of flowers next to it.

- you’re one hell of a lucky girl.

[hurtspideyparker]

The team learns about Peter's stress baking fairly quickly after he moves into the tower.

"Why does this place smell like cookies?" Tony asks suspiciously, "Pepper put an end to homemade care packages after that Cap incident."

Steve protests from the dining table. "Hey, that fan seemed totally normal. Y'know in my generation you do not mess with baked goods, that's sacred."

Natasha pats his back comfortingly as she joins the conversation.

"They came from the kid. They're actually pretty good, here."

Nat hands a still-warm cookie to Tony, who bites it curiously.

"Damn, it melts in my mouth like buttery ambrosia and still has a perfect crunch around the edges. Is that a nutty aftertaste?"

"Yes!" Peter yells from the other room, a clatter sounding before his head pokes around the wall, oven mitts still attached to his hands.

"I brown the butter, it really deepens the flavour!"

"Good on you kid. What's the occasion?"

Peter stutters, "uhhhh, no occasion. I just like cookies!"

He disappears around the corner again, and Tony sends a confused glance towards his teammates.

Steve shrugs his shoulders, mouth still full of cookie, and Natasha sends him an arched brow. Tony isn't sure what that means, but feels intimidated enough to exit the room anyway.

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The baking lasts the rest of the week, until Peter comes home yelling, "I aced my calculus midterm!!!" running out of the elevator with a stapled set of papers in his hand.

"So no more baking?" Nat asks neutrally.

"Nope! Woohoo!"

Just like that the kid is gone, jumping down the hall towards his bedroom.

Tony looks at Nat quizzically.

"It was midterm week. He baked 3 dozen cookies, 2 types of muffins, and a cheesecake."

"So he stress bakes?"

"He stress bakes."

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It becomes a "thing" in the tower.

Sam eats toast from freshly baked bread one morning while watching Bruce quiz Peter on his upcoming AP history test. Each slice is cut, toasted, and buttered to perfection by Peter while he explains sectionalism in the 20th century.

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Bucky grates carrots while Peter mixes a bowl of dry ingredients furiously, the boy mumbling to himself non-stop.

"Has he gone insane?" Clint asks from the doorway.

"Spanish oral exam," Bucky replies.

"Ay caramba."

"Tal vez pueda sobornar a mi maestra con glaseado de queso crema..." Peter starts mumbling. (Maybe I can bribe my teacher with cream cheese frosting...)

Bucky and Clint share a concerned look.

Clint approaches the boy, "put down the spatula Pete, let's talk about this."

Peter looks up in alarm.

"In English! Just English!"

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"What's up kid? It's spring break, what could you possibly be stressing about."

Today Tony walks into a full kitchen; Wanda, Natasha, and Pepper are occupying the space while Peter pours something creamy into a metal bowl.

"He's asking MJ out tonight, so he's making cookies and cream ice cream in case it goes wrong." Natasha crosses her arms when she replies to him, eyes focused on Peter's mixing.

"Does ice cream even count as stress baking? The very meaning of 'bake' is to put under heat. But I suppose it does feel wrong to call it cooking."

Peter looks up, his brown eyes large and sad like a baby cow, "I still baked the cookies from scratch."

"Yeah he's a real Nara Smith!" Wanda adds enthusiastically.

"Oookay... I'll pretend I know what that means. And since when do we have an ice cream maker?" Tony points to the fancy hardware out on the kitchen counter.

"Oh, I got that for him. We lacked a lot of the tools for basic baking recipes," Pepper informs him.

Tony ponders how ice cream machines count as a basic baking tool, and decides not to argue with three powerful women and their favourite lovesick teenager.

Peter picks up his bowl and moves it into the freezer, clearing away a couple frozen pizzas and a bag of peas.

"Should I even bother with the cones?" Peter asks with a pout.

"Pete she's gonna say yes! Also if you're wallowing in misery with a tub of ice cream we still want our cones so we can emotionally support you with a crunchy treat," Wanda says with a supportive smile.

The others nod along.

"You're right!" Peter agrees before turning around and grabbing an honest-to-god waffle cone maker, with the cone shaping kit to boot.

"Why..." Tony begins to protest, "y'know what, I don't care. Let me know how it goes kid."

The man is ignored as he moves through the kitchen to grab a banana, the women coaching Peter on his manners, flirting, and first date ideas as he exits the room.

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Thor hums around the delicious treat.

"Mmm. You know young Peter, you could have a shop for your creations. Is there a Stark Industries for baked goods?" Thor asks the young lad, crumbs falling from his mouth as he chews the cookie bar.

"I didn't invent the blondie Thor. I was just trying to explain what it is, a cookie brownie! I did decorate them all by myself though," he says with a satisfied grin.

"Ah yes," Thor lifts up another blondie by the pretzel stick Peter put in the squares, attached with a bit of melted chocolate so they're shaped like Mjolnir, "now you are all worthy of the hammer. Ha! This is funny, I'm sure the others will find your talents equally amusing."

Peter picks up his own mini-Mjolnjr and waves it around, "it is I, son of Odin. Don't worry puny Midgardians, I will protect you with my mighty hammer and beautiful hair!"

Thor laughs thunderously at the impression, clapping.

Bruce walks into the room, enticed by the laughter.

"Ah! My friend, Peter has made edible Mjolnirs so you, too, may be worthy. It's delicious and hilarious. Imagine Banner wielding my hammer, ha! Ridiculous," Thor is all too amused by the situation.

Bruce gives Peter an offended look as Thor continues laughing with himself, the younger just shrugging. Bruce takes one of the treats anyways, pointedly not holding it by the pretzel stick.

"Y'know Pete, have you ever considered opening a bakery? You are quite talented. I think the Avengers alone would keep you in business," Bruce asks politely.

"Well I only like to bake when I'm stressed. That wouldn't be a very stable business model," Peter points out.

"True. Although running a business can be quite stressful, so maybe you'd have a continuous supply?"

"Hm. Efficient and unhealthy," Peter nods like it's the perfect plan.

"Wow you really are Stark's intern."

Thor bursts out into another bout of raucous laughter.

"Imagine Stark wielding my dessert hammer," Thor barely gets the words out, "Stark being worthy-AH HAHA."

Bruce and Peter share a look of wide-eyed alarm before joining in on the laughter.

They all share the moment before Bruce straightens up a bit to ask, "what are you even worried about anyways Peter?"

Peter wipes a tear from his eye, "I forgot to call Aunt May this morning like I always do and she only let me move here if I promised I wouldn't neglect her. So now I'm too scared to check my phone."

"I see," Bruce sympathizes.

"Yeah, baking is good for procrastinating. I pretend I'm being productive while also creating comfort food for after my breakdowns."

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Tony steps into the dining room one afternoon to find Peter slicing apples while Steve sits across from him cutting intricate patterns into pie crust. There is an array of leaves and flowers set out on the flour-sprinkled table.

"So is the ornamentation necessary, or is Cap also developing a delicious self-soothing habit," Tony inquires.

"I was just talking to Peter about pie recipes from the 40s and he asked if I could help make his prettier," Steve smiles up at his companions, "it's actually a lot of fun, I can't say I've ever used food to make art before."

"He's a natural talent Mr. Stark!"

Tony agrees with the quirk of an eyebrow and cheeky sideways nod. He observes for a moment before asking something that's been bothering him recently.

"Pete, I gotta ask. Why baking? You inherited your Aunt's terrible cooking skills, and it's not like you're built for other domestic duties. Your room is a mess. What gives? How are you so... refined?"

Peter pauses his chopping to look up incredulously.

"It's science Mr. Stark. Baking is just chemistry! I'm great at chemistry," he says with a grin.

Tony thinks about it.

"Huh. I guess you're right. So, what has you stressed this time? Girl troubles? You get too good a grade in P.E. and Flash is suspicious? Decathlon competition?" Tony lists off some of his previous turmoils.

He hopes it's the decathalon again, those butter tarts were divine.

"Um. Can I finish my apple filling before I tell you? I'll lose motivation if you start yelling at me..." Peter says with a hopeful smile, strain lying underneath it.

Tony's eyes narrow.

"Okay so I maybe blew up your test tubes when trying to develop fire webs and Dum-E may have covered your entire lab in fire supression foam."

Tony's jaw clenches, "I'm gonna let you stew in fear for a bit longer because apple is my favourite - if this was pumpkin you'd already be squashed - but best believe I'm not done with you yet." Tony slowly takes a deep breath before pointing a finger at Peter. "Never change kid, never change."

Tony leaves, distinctly in the opposite direction of his lab, and Peter goes back to slicing apples, now with a genuine smile on his face.

[popcornforone]

Little Red Bows

A Dave York Fan Fic

Merry Christmas everyone

Time for some festivities from our favourite stabby murder daddy, David Christopher York. Oooh & it’s rather delicious. Sorry shouldn’t hype it up but I’ve enjoyed writing & editing this one. Daves still number 1 for me.

Synopsis:- Dave admires your special wrapping skills so much so that he can’t wait to open his own Christmas gift.

Word Count:-3100

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Sex, lost of sex, including oral & anal, good play, innuendo, alcohol, swearing, chocking, teasing. Basically if you’ve read any of my Dave fics before you know what’s coming. Also the use of the word Daddy (I know it’s a trigger for some of you). The reader is Daves wife & the kids mum but you are not Carol (unless you want to be)

Thank yous lol so much for reading. Have an amazing festive period.

“Night night molly” he said as he kissed her head. Slowly leaving her bedroom, making sure the night light is glowing purple stars for her. He Silently closes the door. Not even a click. Being an assassin he’s good at that. Can get in & out without a sound. She’s fast asleep not even knowing she’s nodded off. Alice fell asleep much earlier.

Dave makes his way back down stairs & into the kitchen getting some ice from the freezer for his whiskey. As the top come off the bottle her hears you humming. You’re sat on the floor of the little snug area just down from the kitchen, headphones in, crafting away. Dave looks up to see you looking all cute eating a chocolate oranage wrapping up gifts. He gets another glass & pours you a whisky too before he slowly comes to join you. Even with your headphones on you can work out where he’s coming from. You take out the left ear pod & smirk.

“Both asleep?”

“Snug as a bug baby” he says as he leans down & hands you your glass. He goes to move but you grab his shirt. “Forget something did i?” He asks.

“You know it” your eyes widen & soon your lips meet deeply. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve kissed Dave it still feels so good. He’s always desperate for your touch & you are just desperate to be seen by him. He slips his tongue in for a few hungry seconds before pulling back & sighing. He sits on the sofa behind you putting his drink on the table & looks at the scene in front of him.

“How many more gifts to go” he says. In front of you are gift tags, stars, snowflakes, tape ribbons, bows, brown paper, wrapping paper, glitter paper, & lots of different colour pens.

“Tonight & tomorrow morning & we should be done except for whatever you’ve got me Dave but I can’t exactly wrap that up” you say. He rubs your shoulders.

“You do such a good job baby”

“I mean you said I didn’t have to go all out but it’s nice, I get some me time, I get to craft & create & it’s fun”

“Yes & then they get the gift & take off all the hard work you have done”

“You gonna have to open your gifts so slowly now on Christmas Day Dave” you point a gel pen at him as you write the next label.

“True but just look at this…” he hold up a ribbon you’ve curled with tape & attached to a bow. “… I mean yes I have a specific set of skills but this is beautiful.” You laugh “no seriously, these little bows, those ribbon curls, the personalised gift tags, it’s astonishing”

“It’s really not that hard Dave” you smile but are also secretly so proud. It takes a lot to impress Dave & he’s heaping praise on you. Or maybe he just wants his dick sucked. Or both. Probably both. “I could teach you” his hands roam over your shoulders. Yea he wants his dick sucked.

“Really,” he rests his head on your shoulder. “Show me baby.” He kisses your neck & you let out a tiny moan & sigh. You get out the ribbon & the scissors & show him how to curl it. Not that he’s looking at it & not that you care. He’s looking at the at the way your lips move as you speak, how your eyes light up with passion, how that mole on your chin is the most perfect beauty mark that people would pay thousands for & yet you’ve had it since birth.

“& then you cut their throat” you say bluntly. Dave shake his head in shock.

“WHAT!?” You giggle.

“I knew you weren’t listening Dave”

“Did you now” he grabs the scissors out of your hand. “You know I could kill you in 13 different ways with these scissors”

“But you’d never be able to make a pretty bow” you smirk as he pulls you into his lap. He’s hard, he’s very hard. You gulp down a few swigs of your whisky. You place your glass next to his as his hands roam your body.

“I think I’d have other pressing issues instead of bows & glitter” he says. His hands on the outside of your trousers rubbing the material so that it rubs against your clit.

“Dave stop” you moan but enjoying every second.”or at least promise you’ll help me tidy up a little for in the morning after this.”your own hand goes on auto pilot undoing his belt after you turned to face him. The zipper sound louder than the music in your remaining ear pod.

“You got it baby” he sits back on the sofa & man scapes. he’s got thick thighs but an even thicker dick that he just flops out of his boxers as you tie your hair up & gulp some of his whiskey down.”hey that’s…” but your lips meet his to shut him up. Passionate doesn’t cover the ferocity of the kiss.

“Yours baby, just like me Dave, I’m all yours” you trails your hands down his body eventually get to his penis. Leaking precum, erect & ready for pleasure. “Hello big boy” you moan before licking across the top of it, before looking up at Dave & spitting on his shaft. He loves it when you do that. He always tense up when you do it.

“So good to me sweetheart” his hand runs around a your face & he smirk & nods. He watches down as you engulf him. Bobbing. Taking him into your mouth, slowly. Gagging for his enjoyment. “That’s my girl” he thrusts into you & he grabs where you’ve tied your hair up. “You look all sweet but damn you love getting a facial” he keeps your head in place watching your eyes stream as he fucks your mouth. “God I love it when you gag, so fucking hot” he whines. You can see when you look into his eyes, he loves eye contact, he’s intense at everything, that he’s already approaching his peak. His eyes so dilated. The hand not holding your head gripping to the arm of the sofa for dear life. “Fuck sweetheart, fuck fuck fuck I… oooh fuck” hot ropes of cum spill down your throat & your mouth. He quickly lets go of your head & pulls his cock back. Splatters land on your face.”oooh fuck baby” he finishes to make sure your face glistens. He then looks at you, hands in your lap looking up at him pleadingly to mop up your face. He’s still breathless as he looks at you, trying to calm down.

“Dave”

“Hmmm” he then smile coming back to reality. “Kiss first then clean up & then I’ll look after you”

Christmas Eve has now rolled around. You spent the day with the girls baking cakes, cookies & getting some prep done for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner. Dave went & delivered a few gifts & apparently went to get your Christmas present, but you’ve worked it out already. He’s good at secrets on a life & death situation but not when it comes to the surprise 10 day trip to Jamaica he has for you. Also you notice he asked for your passport & a few other travel items. You just don’t know when he’s booked it for.

After Dinner you Dave & the girls sit on the sofa & watch the muppet Christmas Carol as a family, the girls have hot chocolate & marshmallows in them & a big bowl of popcorn. You have an espresso martini & Dave as always has a whiskey. You sit there & laugh & cry & sing along to the film. This is all you really want for Christmas. Gifts & food & excess is nice but just to have a little time where the 4 of you can just be you. For a brief moment in time your just the Yorks. No worrying about if Dave will walk back through the door after a mission, or if you or the girls will be used as bait. It’s just you sitting here doing what all other normal families do this evening. Once the muppets are done you give the girls each their stockings to hang on the fire place. You would usually light the fire but tonight you didn’t.

“We don’t want it to be too hot for Santa when he comes down it do we” you say to the girls.

“Oooh no” says Alice. “His beard might melt off” you & Dave both laugh.

“So when you wake up in the morning girls your stockings will be filled, with all of little Santa gift.” He says as he ties them up. “Now what do you want to leave out for Santa to drink.”

“Milk” says Molly. Dave sighs.

“But everyone will give Santa milk, maybe he’d like something else”

“Chocolate milk” you laugh at that reply Dave trying not to roll his eyes.

“It’s still milk though, why don’t we leave Santa some alcohol” he says “give him a needed boost cos all the milk he will have drank will make him sleepy”

“That’s not what the books say” says Molly. Dave has tried so hard to convince them but neither girls are buying into it.

“I tell you what girls” you say. “Why don’t we leave an empty glass for Santa with a bottle of whiskey next to it & a carton of milk when me & daddy go to bed” Dave raises his eyebrow, not at your suggestion but at the word daddy. He likes it when you moan it just before you cum. “& he can pick what he wants to drink. That way next year you will know what he likes so you can leave the right one out”

“But what if he wants both” even you sigh.

“Well he can have both” you say & the girls run off to the kitchen to get the milk & cookies & carrots they sorted out earlier. You look at Dave as he puts the whiskey down & an empty glass. “I tried baby”

“That’s not what you did” he pauses then wink “daddy appreciates it”

With the girls supposedly asleep you & Dave do some sorting out for tomorrow. The table is laid, the gifts are under the tree & everything is prepped to make Christmas lunch easy. All that’s left to do is for Dave to do his Santa bit & fill up the stocking.

“I’ll go get ready for bed Dave” you say before he heads off to the shed to get the Santa gifts. Easier place for you to both hide all the gifts. The girls will never think in there. As Dave heads to get them you quickly head into the lounge to hide something for him to enjoy.

Dave loves doing this. He’s a serious professional man until it comes to a little bit of festive fun. Leaving some fake shoe marks in the hall way. Eating a cookie. Snapping off parts of the carrots, including dropping an end next to the fire place. He then pours himself a shot of whiskey & downs it, but as he goes to put the drink back down he notices something that the girls didn’t put down. A little red bow. One you had made. He lifts it up with a smile & sees there’s a post it underneath. Your beautiful hand writing make him smile.

Come unwrap your present daddy!

He has never triple checked the house is locked so quickly in his life, he almost forgot to turn the kitchen light off. He’s also trying to be quiet so the girls don’t wake up & the Christmas magic is lost. But it’s not long before he is opening the bedroom door. His jaw hitting the floor instantly.

You are lying face down. Hair in a braid going over your left shoulder. Wearing nothing. A sparkling red bow & some mistletoe stuck on top of your bum. There’s a gift tag tied to your foot. Dave drops to his knees. His mouth instantly sucking the toes on the foot with the gift tag. You moan & then you hear him breathily read out loud, once he has stopped sucking.

“Your gift needs a good stuffing Daddy” he says in his bedroom voice. “Oooh sweetheart fuck sweetheart” you’ve not turned your head but you can hear the clothes hit the floor. “Gonna fuck you so hard you will struggle to stand up to cook Christmas dinner” he snarls.

“Is that a promise Dave” you then hiss as he spanks you hard & your bum lifts up. You then moan as his lips connect. Pulling your cheeks apart & lapping always at both your holes. “Fuck Dave” you can feeling your inner pleasure building up already. His hand moves the bow & mistletoe off you & you then feel his penis drag through the mess he has just made. Your arsehole puckering for him.

“I get the best for Christmas” he says before thrusting his penis into your arse. All the way. Deep enough that his balls bounce against you. “Fuck” he growls & you bury your head into the bed as you moan. “So fucking tight. all your holes”

“They are all yours tonight Dave”

“Seriously?” He’d paused his next thrust upon hearing that. His hands gripping your flesh as you are now on all fours pushing back into him.

“They always are but as a Christmas treat you can go all night for as long as you want”

“You little cum slut” he says & smacks your arse again. You rock back & forth in time. You will have marks on your torso tomorrow from him gripping so hard. He’s thrusting away like he will never have sex again or like he has just gotten out of a mission that could have meant his end & he’s happy to be home to you. “Taking me so well” you put a hand on your clit but Dave smacks your arse hard.

“Fuck”

“No clit touching until I can see it. Want to see how over stimulated you get” he says.

“Then flip me over”

Dave doesn’t need an excuse. He quickly withdraws & turns you so your face up & he laughs.

“The fuck”

You have put a little bow over each nipple & one just above your sex. You giggle impishly back as you suck on a small strawberry candy cane you have.

“Liking your gift so far daddy”

“You’re driving me insane.” The bows are pulled off your skin & he plunges his sopping penis deep inside your moist cunt. Your moaning in seconds, especially when he grips you around the neck. “You’re a naughty girl” he moans. Sloppy thrusting noises filling the room when the two of you aren’t experiencing pleasure.”naughty & nice, nice sopping pussy, naughty girl for touching her clit”

“Fuck Dave” you groan.he squeezing your neck more. His eyes alight with desire & list. You quiver taking him all. Clamping constantly around him. He’s big but tonight he feels bigger.

“gonna fill you up sweetheart, gonna lap up all our cum.” He says before he takes the hand that was around your neck. You gasp for air gives him enough time to take the candy cane you were sucking & for him to suck it as well. Then he strokes the sticky sweet over your clit, rubbing it furiously. Your own eyes close. Pleasure taking over.

“Yes Dave yes yes yes, fuck”

“Like that sweetheart” he says before he slips the Candy cane into your mouth again. You make sloppy noises on purpose to get him to thrust faster. It’s rapid his pace, neither of you are going to last much longer. Dave is giving you his best.”like being so needy for daddy”

“Yes daddy, fuck yes yes yesss”

“CUM FOR DADDY!” He says loud enough that it could wake up the girls. Neither of you care.

“Fuckkkkkk” you spiral down your first orgasm of the night. Everything contracting. Pleasure beyond compare. A warm & wet sensation that’s added to with a snarl of your name as Daves seed spill inside your cunt.

“Fuck” he says with a jolt. His eyes rolling in the back of his head. His body dripping in sweat. His pecks flexing from the spasms of his release. He’s still griping you tight. Panting loudly. You eventually open your eyes to look at your glorious husband, bathed in your own sweaty sticky mess.

“Still just as fucking fabulous” you say as you sit up once he’s pulled his cock out of you & sit next to him, caressing his face before your tongues do their usual make out dance after sex. His saltiness after sex always tastes good & arouses you further.

“I ain’t done yet sweetheart” you then gasp as the hand that what caressing your breasts finds your sex, the thumb on your clit, two fingers inside you. “I need to clean you up first” . His head is between your thighs in seconds as you hold it in place rubbing it for ever more friction as he eats you out.

“Oooh fuck Daddy, Dave yes”

You sit in the lounge as the girls open their stockings on Christmas morning. Dave rubbing your shoulders as you watch the girls open Santas gifts. You both desperately need a shower, certain you both smell of sex.

“Dad” Molly ask “what time did Santa get here last night”

“Well it’s after everyone’s asleep including me & mummy why”

“Well” Molly starts “I head something that sounded like it was hitting my wall at 3am, I went down stairs & saw the gifts where there already, but couldn’t see a raindeer outside”

You blush straight away. Molly had heard you & Dave fucking last night. Dave realised this & then looks at you & puts his hand on you knee.

“Could have been, he’s magic so it could have been his quick get away” Molly seems to bye this. Alice hasn’t been listening she’s too busy trying to solve her rubix cube already. Dave move his hand up to your thigh. “Turns out we did bring the Ho ho ho” he says quietly with a wink & a smirk, before kissing you deeply.

“Dad Mum stop” says Alice.

“Sorry darling” you say. “But Christmas brings out the magic in all of us” you say looking directly at Dave. “Christmas after all is a time for giving & receiving”

[reiverry]

Can y'all please hear me out on StanLotte siblings AU for a brief second? Please?

It first started as a silly "hehehe gay brother and lesbian sister" type of stuff but then I felt like pouring my venting in headcanons and it kinda of rolled downhill from there.

So Inagaki-sensei mentioned at some point that Stanley (and, be extension, Xeno) was a problem child, right? His rebellious phase in this AU ties to his family (he fucking hates them). The father (I think I named him John Snyder) is your typical macho he-man woman hater who wanted Stanley to be a tough masculine brainwinner like he is (was very much delighted to hear his son will serve in the marines) and Charlotte to stay in the kitchen because how DARE she be a woman (was NOT delighted to hear his daughter will serve in the air forces). Mrs Snyder is a silent doormat, there's nothing particularly interesting to say about her. The current Mrs Snyder is Charlotte's mother and Mr. Snyder's second wife. Stanley's mother was "too rebellious because of her own stupidity", according to him. So yeah, they're half-siblings.

Charlotte was always like a tagalong kid to Xeno and Stanley. Home always felt kind of lonely, and she thought that Stanley's rebellious phase was cool. Charlotte has huge attachment to Stanley because he was the one she had to nag about her basic child needs, and idolized him a lot. Stanley... It's complicated.

He's pretty aloof toward her, although it's obvious he cares about her to some extent (at least much more than their parents ever will.). Things worsened after the military service and petrification. Stanley is way too radical on professionalism, and Charlotte spends her time being torn between grief about being shooed away and avid admiration for her brother (who quite literally raised her).

Oh, and don't get me started on Charlotte always third-wheeling and feeling left out because of Stanley's hopeless crush on Xeno. Everyone is a third wheel when it comes to Stanley's hopeless crush on Xeno.

Anyway, uh, everything went smooth, the why-man situation has been resolved, and they're cool now (Even though Stanley still has an emotional range of a toothpick and Charlotte needs to work on her inferiority complex).

[fires-of-ninjago]

Ninjago Headcannons - Holiday Edition!

Wow, it's really been a while since I've done one of these, hasn't it?

Since we're heading into the end of the year (and the bulk of the holidays), I thought it might be fun to go through what everyone does during this time of year!

KAI: - Kai has a tendency to go a bit over-board when it comes to the holidays; especially the really big ones (Trying to make sure your little sister has the chase to celebrate and enjoy the holidays that you did will do that to you). - He keeps appropriate decorations everywhere they stay (even every version of the Bounty has a special "Holiday Storage Locker" aboard). - Kai might be able to cook some basic dishes and general comfort foods, but even Zane knows better than to interrupt Kai or offer help if he hasn't explicitly asked for it. - He also doesn't mess around whenever it comes to festivals and making sure that everyone

COLE: - Cole loves helping decorate with the others, and it's totally not because he can carry all of the supplies in one go mainly because he's one of the only ones who can keep Kai in check from trying do anything dumb. - He absolutely ADORES the warmth and food that just permeates the monastery during the holidays, though he typically has to put his stealth-skills into action if he doesn't want to get caught making off with a tray of goodies while Kai and Zane's backs are turned/fighting over ingredients. - The one thing that he can't stand though, is how often his dad seems to pick the absolute worst time to call him to tell him about the latest gig his group is playing (When? Tonight in about an hour of course! Kai already bought everyone tickets and has the Bounty fueled up. See you soon!)

JAY: - He's a lot like Kai in terms of celebrating the holidays (though he's more about enjoying the simplest setups rather than going all-out). - Jay can tell when Nya's about to go into all-out decorating mode, so he makes sure to distract her before Kai can get into the full swing of things... - He always makes a point to bring at least Nya with him to see his parents (and totally not because they can and will hunt them down bring the holidays to them (and also totally NOT because Kai will trade baby stories about Nya in exchange for Jay's with them).

ZANE: - When he first struck out on his own after his father's first death, Zane approached the holidays with an inquisitive detachment. Since he really didn't have any attachment to anything, he really didn't feel anything at experiencing the festivities, except for the how familiar the food seemed. - It wasn't until he met Kai and Nya that he really started to understand the whole point of what the holidays were about. Now he looks forward to them, though he makes it a point to keep Kai and Nya in check. - After he came back from the Never Realm, something in him changed: Now instead of simply looking forward to them, he's started going all-out in planning the celebrations. - Him and Kai have ended up pulling knives on each other in the kitchen more than once while cooking. In their individual defenses: They completely ruined each other's special holiday dishes...

NYA: - She's a lot like her brother when it comes to holidays. Kai might go all out, but she's (a little) more chill about it. - She can cook, and she'll sometimes help out her brother, and disarm him when anyone tries messing with his cooking before it's absolutely ready though she'll normally take care of setting up the atmosphere and making sure that all of the boxes get put away mostly so that won't kill himself trying to do everything himself. - The one thing that Nya really loves about the holidays, is how everyone makes a point to strike out and spend time with their extended families outside of the Monastery.

LLOYD: - He used to love to sit back and watch the others do their things and would just soak up the fruits of everyone's festivities. - While everyone was distracted with their preparations, he would sneak in with Cole to grab a few trays from the cooling racks. - Once he aged up though, he would start volunteering to help Nya keep Kai and Zane from going too far in the kitchen (He's take Zane while Nya would grab Kai). - While everyone else is off visiting their families, Lloyd will usually stick around with Kai and Nya, or Cole or even Zane (mostly because Wu is busy meditating, and his mother's usually off on another dig).

[mechs-headcanons]

my headcannons for everyone's mobility aids that I can think off off of the top of my head and other things I'm too tired to think:

Nastya: Blue cane, transparent, sparkles in the light. She has similar looking crutches, but also sometimes the Aurora just helps her along with her cables (the best mobility aid. trust me.) She also has alot of braces

Jonny: The Dr House cane. He probably has a cheap shitty wheelchair somewhere that he got because he refuses to accept that he actually is in that much pain that often and only really uses it to try and hit Nastya with.

Ivy: Crutches, but they have pouches attached to them to carry books. Probably forearm crutches, but the elbow ones. I think they'd either be plain black all over, or they'd be red and gold to match her asethtic. (She uses them very rarely though, only if her brain is refusing to let her use her legs at all. I feel like it's obvious I project on Ivy sometimes.)

Tim: Cane. I love the headcannons of Tim being the most fashionable on the Aurora(or one of them.), so he has an entire collection of canes. Ones got dragons on it:) (he also gets back pain.) or a plain white cane if his eyes don't want to work that day.

Ashes: Cane but also maybe a wheelchair. I think they'd have problems with balance and keeping their breath, and also, the lungs have got to be so heavy that's got to take it out of them.

Marius: Crutches. I think this should be made canon. He loses his kneecaps all the time (which same here, that's basically the same as constantly semi dislocating your knees trust me am doktor:D.) it would make sense for him to struggle with balance and have to need to use them more often than the other mechs. He's also probably a ambulatory wheelchair user because of this too. His crutches are almost definitely covered with stickers though. (Ivy probably has matching pouches with him so he can carry her books too.)

Brian: Cane, crutches and a wheelchair on occasion. If his entire body and brain was remade, there's no way there's not going to be chronic pain, or issues with signals. His canes probably an old man wooden one, his crutches are probably the cheap £30 ones you can get from Amazon and his wheelchairs probably Jonny's when it's not being used. All in all bloody hell Brian you can get better equipment.

I think they definitely have it all semi? Scattered about, but I also think each person stores their aids in specific locations. Like Marius's crutches are always nearby him as he's an almost full time user, whereas you could realistically say that Jonny ate his cane and I wouldn't shrug. The most common place for mobility aids though would probably be the bedrooms or in the main living/common room. Or the kitchens. Or if your name is Dr Baron Marius Von Raum in the mouth of an octokitten.

-🪿

ouh reading:0 my brain is SLIGHTLY fried from all the asks so excuse me if this is incoherent. i’m gonna go through these and then add the people you missed :}

nastya: yes. give her a sparkly cane/crutches. i also do like that the idea that the aurora helps her around:} she probably also has knee pillows for when she’s fixing stuff and she has to be on her knees or crawling for long periods of time.

jonny: his cane is probably also set to the wrong height cause no one taught him how to use it right and he refuses to change it when someone points out it’s wrong. i bet he only uses the wheelchair if someone pushes it for him cause he’s dramatic like that /lh

ivy: mm yeah :D she probably doesnt use a wheelchair because she gets antsy sitting for too long :} i think when her brain doesnt let her use her legs, it feels sorta like when your foot falls asleep but on her whole leg and for a longer period of time.

tim: definitely. he matches his cane to whatever colour eyes he picked that day cause he’s coordinated like that. when his eyes malfunction i think he doesn’t have any in at all (cause i think of his mechanism sort of like a prosthetic) cause it’s irritating when he has non-working eyes in. also the coloured bits and the actual mechanism are separate:D

ashes: wheelchair ashes mm, they definitely have a decked out one with stickers and like a fire decal over the wheels. they dont use it much on the ship unless they’re having a bad fatigue day, only when they’re going long distances on a planet so they don’t get tired.

marius: crutches marius<33 i bet his armpits are bruised/have issues cause of his crutches but he refuses to admit that it’s an issues. (i do trust you, you are a doktor /silly). even when his kneecaps aren’t missing, i bet they’re loose and click/shift/lock up quite a lot (i’m projecting cause that’s what happens to me) love the book bag on his wheelchair for ivy omg yes :} his wheelchair is the nicest in the crew’s cause he uses it quite a lot

brian: i bet all of brian’s aids are second hand but he doesn’t want to get new ones cause in his words “if it aint broke, dont fix it” (it is broke, and it does need to be fixed). brian also regularly disappears into dark corners of the aurora when he gets migraines because he refuses to admit he’s in pain. i think the only think of his that isn’t second hand is a hip brace that raphaella forced him to get :}

OK now for the guys you missed oh geez i’ve been writing for three years (or so it feels like /silly)

raphaella: i think she’d have back pain from her wings, cause they’re metal and really heavy. she probably has a special back brace so she doesn’t screw her whole spine up. she also has some knee pain but doesn’t use a cane for it, just some more braces.

TS: ok ik it’s literally made of wood but like let me have joy and make it disabled, it’s my favourite,,, i think it’s joints rub together, especially in it’s hands and ankles because the joints there are smaller (arthritis ✨✨). i also think it’s joints lock up. it wears compression gloves and socks :} it also uses a cane, not cause it needs it but because it wants to fit in :D

i think that’s everyone,,,

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

:3

Riz’s fever broke the night after Fabian left but he still felt awful. Goblins generally didn’t get sick very often but when they did their immune systems tended to go for a scorched earth policy when it came to ridding their bodies of any invaders. Most of the time they didn’t survive the onslaught but thankfully the healers in the palace infirmary were very good at their jobs.

He levered himself into a more upright position after a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, muscles still aching and thirsty from the prolonged fever. Nurse Mistgift spotted him gulping down the glass of water left next to his bed when she came by to check on him and proceeded to give him the scolding of his life while he had to sit there and take it. He was too exhausted to make his escape, simply nodding along with drooping ears as she told him off for pushing himself too hard while injured and especially for not keeping his wound properly cleaned while he did so. The infection he gave himself had made him so ill that he’d been delirious for nearly three days until she managed to get in under control.

She at least let him leave the infirmary after checking him over again, banning him from his duties for the rest of the week and making him promise to get more rest in his quarters. Now that he was more awake she was aware he wouldn’t be able to relax in the infirmary, the space far too open and noisy for him to be anything other than stressed out. He agreed readily to her conditions, too exhausted to argue and with plans of a hot shower in his quarters to make himself fell less gross before trying to get some more sleep. That seemed to calm her ire somewhat, the head nurse promising to get the kitchens to send him something he’d be able to keep down around dinner time as he thanked her and left.  

He'd managed to get back to his quarters without much issue, tiredly waving at the guards as he disappeared inside and beelined straight for the attached bathroom to get himself cleaned up. Fabian had these quarters prepared for him even before he took his oath, his friend getting his entire office back home transported over to the palace and set up directly next to the Kings study so the goblin could work and watch after Fabian at the same time. He didn’t often use the attached bedroom for sleeping, preferring to get his four hours in the official nohecharei quarters next to the Kings where he could be close by if Fabian needed him, but the bed here was soft and comfortable and he found himself falling asleep fairly quickly despite how much he’d already gotten recently.

Thankfully his dreams this time were less confusing and certainly less upsetting. His memories of returning to the palace after closing Fabians case after so many years of having basically no leads, the reason he’d even met Fabian in the first place, had blended together with his fever delirium into a confusing mess. It was to the point that he couldn’t even quite remember with certainty what had happened beyond giving his King the good news and stumbling his way down to the infirmary afterwards. At least he was sure he’d found out who tried to kill Fabian all those years ago, that part certainly hadn’t been imagined.

He heard the servants knock on his door at some point in his doze, ear swivelling towards the sound to check who it was (Miss Silvergrove, vetted and safe enough to let her near Fabians quarters) before speaking up to let them inside. The tray with what smelled like a chicken soup getting left by the door when she entered, spotted the goblin still curled up half-asleep on his bed, and exited again as quickly and quietly as possible. He still wasn’t hungry. He should probably eat. He was just so tired.

Riz let himself drift back to sleep as the soup slowly became cold on its tray near the door, deeply enough that he completely missed the quiet, whispered conversation in the Kings study two rooms away despite his sensitive hearing. None of the wards in his office were tripped to wake him up either so he flinched rather hard at the gentle hand laid on his back to wake him up. The goblin rolling over to blink groggily at the intruder before sucking in a sharp intake of breath as he woke up properly.

“Adaine?”

“Hey~ Gods you must have been worse than Fabian said if I was able to catch you asleep.”

Riz was sure he looked incredibly confused as he pushed himself to sit up, still not quite awake enough to mask his emotions as he rubbed his hands over his face trying to dispel the rest of his sleepiness.

“Mmmm, pretty bad. I already got yelled at by the healers if that’s what you came to visit for.” Riz gave her an amused look, taking one of her hands to give it a fond squeeze. The goblin making a small chirping noise when she flattened her other hand into a blade to thwack him lightly on the forehead with it.

“Good to know you haven’t changed much, still almost working yourself to death.” Adaine grinned, shifting her hand to scratch the top of his head instead which he leaned into happily. The rogues eyes squinting shut as he allowed his friend to pat him as she liked.

“Can’t help it. My excuse is I FINALLY got a good lead on an old case.”

“Yeah I heard. You finally closed Fabians case huh?”

“Yes. Umberlee below that was so much work. I even found the enchanter that was making those weapons and sabotaged as much shit as I could before leaving.” Riz grinned wide enough to show off his canines, tail swishing audibly against the blankets behind him. He was CLEARLY very pleased with himself.

“And then you kissed Fabian.”

The goblins tail went completely still behind him, his eyes snapping open as he reached up to snatch Adaines wrist and make her stop petting him. “No? I…. no?”

//No? What? He… Did I imagine it?// Fabian sounded so utterly perplexed, listening in on their conversation from his office so as to not crowd Riz too much. He wasn’t even sure Riz realised he was there, though he was probably still at quite a disadvantage on his perception if Adaine had to get as close as she did to wake him up.

//Hush, stay there and let me sort this out properly.// Adaine shushed him over their psychic bond, giving Riz’s hand that was still holding hers a light squeeze and trying to put on a sympathetic expression.

“Yes. You did.”

“Fuuuuuck. I thought I dreamed that.” He moved his hands to cover his face, dropping onto the bed heavily to lie on his back as the realisation set in. “Gods… I’m an idiot… Do you think I could play it off as fever delirium?”

“Probably? Why would you want to though?”

“Because the implications suck too hard for me to want to think about?” Riz peeked through his fingers at Adaines confused face, tail giving a little flick as he sucked in a calming breath. “He didn’t kiss me back Addy. I have a crush on him for years that I can’t act on and the instant I can I’m too feverish to think things through and just go for it and…. Gods it was such a non-reaction…”

The rogue pressed his palms hard against his eyes, trying to push the horrible feeling down because it was threatening to come out as tears. He’d kissed his friend. He’d kissed his King. Then been rejected by Fabian pretending it never happened.

“If I’d finished that fucking contract sooner it would have been fine. I could have told him earlier and been shot down and that would be it but now I’m bound here and I’ll have to spend every day pretending its fine so I’m better off just laughing it off as a fever fueled mistake so we can at least be friends without all the weirdness.”

Adaine frowned, plopping Boggy on Riz’s chest where the familiar settled as a cool, comfortable weight to help him calm down. The oracle waiting until his breathing had evened out a bit from the panic attack he’d been working himself up to before speaking again. “Wait, what does the contract have to do with it?”

Riz lifted his hands away from his eyes, shifting to hold Boggy as he sat up and scooted towards the edge of the bed. Standing up made the floor feel like it was dropping out from under him but he recovered after a couple seconds. The familiar getting plopped on top of his head as he wandered into his office to dig through his files to find exactly what he was looking for. It wasn’t Fabians contract, that he kept sealed away in a secret compartment in case he wanted to collect on the payment later, but he did still have the standard form he used to make his clients sign.

There was a long standing rumour floating around the court about the Kings strange goblin guard. The one that commanded shadows and could move about so unseen that it was almost like he wasn’t there. Why would an Elven King keep a goblin as his nohecharei anyway? Surely there had to be a reason such a creature was granted the privilege. The general consensus had been that Riz was some sort of Fae the King had bound to his service during his travels and forced to be his protector. They’d only been partially correct, Riz was never bound to Fabian until he took the oath himself, and he was only sort of Fae. His family had left the Fae wilds nearly three generations back, the magic wasn’t as strong any more but contracts still held sway over them if worded correctly.

 Riz scanned his eyes over the form quickly before heading back over to Adaine, sitting on the edge of his bed and holding it out for her to take. “This is the same form I had Fabian sign when he hired me. Clause fifteen.”

Adain took the form gingerly, the rogue hugging Boggy to his chest as he flopped onto his back on the bed again. The elf scanning down the page until she found the section Riz had pointed out and trying very hard not to sound too amused by it.

“Why… Why did you have a clause forbidding romantic or sexual relations with your clients baked into your contracts?”

“Look, in my defence, I was seventeen and pretending to be older so people would take me seriously and so many of my clients were hiring me to get proof of cheating spouses. Some of them GET that proof then immediately try to hit on the closest warm body as a way to process those feelings and I needed some way to turn them down more efficiently.” He frowned, giving Boggy a little squeeze which made the frog croak soothingly. “It wasn’t a problem until I found myself wanting to but stuck with a case that was FRUSTRATINGLY hard to solve. That combined with fae ancestry bullshit means I effectively cockblocked myself.”

Adaine tried very hard not to laugh at his wording, she knew he had some issues with things like this since it had come up in their adventures before and he’d always been fastidious about his wording when it came to promises. “Oh. Damn… Cockblocked is an interesting way to phrase it though… for you anyway. Sure you kissed him but that certainly has a different connotation. You’re usually so… offput by sex stuff. I thought you’d call it kissblocked or something.”

“I’m aware. My choice of wording was entirely deliberate.”

>:3

Fabian had never been so appreciative of the distance between himself and his knight than in this moment, as Riz’s last words sank into his very being. There was no way he could hide how wide his eye got and how low his mouth dropped.

Cockblocked.

But that would mean… No!

Riz had mentioned years ago, back during their time in the Feywild when he’d accidentally become the Goblin King (long story, another time.), he didn’t do relationships and definitely not sex. In turn, Fabian had squashed down the beginnings of his crush on him.

Obviously, it was an unsuccessful attempt, but it had certainly been made. And he’d kept making it throughout all of their adventures together and right up to this very moment. Even on the way back from the Oracle’s Summit, with Adaine constantly reinforcing that Riz had feelings for him, Fabian had been tempering his expectations. Because, sure, feelings did have the ability morph, shift, and change. It’s simply that…

Fabian just had never thought that Riz’s could or would.

Certainly not for him.

Taking several steps back away from the door that he’d been practically stuck to for the past handful of moments, Fabian felt the back of his legs bump into his desk chair and took the liberty of collapsing back into it. Long, slender fingers raked through his dreads as his hands soon found their way to his head. A head that was attempting to wrap itself around the last ten years of his life.

Umberlee below, he was more than thankful that Sir Durden wasn’t in the room for any of this either. He’d been a bit on edge ever since they’d arrived back at the palace. Sir Durden’s usual charming, laissez-faire smile had been replaced by lips pressed into a thin line and set jaw. His wrinkled brows were settled over narrowed, darting eyes. Fabian had almost asked him what was on his mind, but he’d gotten distracted by Riz and Adaine’s conversation.

Only a few moments later, Sir Durden had requested the ability to check on something for a moment. Giving a nod toward Riz’s office as if to say that Fabian wouldn’t be in danger if he left. After getting the okay from Fabian, Durden bowed and quickly left the room, muttering to himself about something regarding empty guard stations and sun cultists as he went. Now that he thought about it, perhaps he should’ve asked what that was all about…

It seemed like the longer he spent as King, the more oddities his “model” servants and subjects had. A comforting notion, at the very least. Like, Zayn! On his first day as Fabian’s secretary, he’d seemed as stuffy and distant as his advisors, but now, almost a year in? Apparently, the all-black, mourning chic ensemble he’d worn on the first day was his preferred aesthetic. As was the black eyeliner he forgot to take off one morning after his day off.

Now that he thought about it, he’d been gone for a day or two, Zayn surely had things for him to look over and/or sign. Glancing over his desks, Fabian found a, thankfully, small stack of papers and parchments neatly placed to one side. Along with a short note from Zayn, giving him context for each thing.

Something was wrong, though.

Not with anything on the desk, no. Everything looked exactly how it should. The problem was what wasn’t on his desk. The original list of potential brides and his list of his top three picks were missing. Fabian’s heart picked up speed as he rifled through all of the papers on his desk once, twice, thrice. Drawers were yanked open and dug through. He dropped to the floor to search underneath the damn thing.

Shit, shit, shit!

Of course, Zayn had found it!

In his haste to find a way to reach Adaine, he’d left it on his desk (where Zayn would obviously find it) and hadn’t thought about it since. This is just what he needed at the same time that he found out that his best friend, whom he’s been in love with for almost a decade, does, in fact, want him.

Alright, okay, Fabian could still fix this. Zayn most likely hadn’t notified the potential brides’ families yet. He still had time before he’d technically gotten anyone’s hopes up. All he had to do was find Zayn, get the list from him, rip it up, and then maybe make out with Riz a little bit… Maybe a lot. If he’s into that.

“That does sound like a solid plan. One of your firsts.”

Fabian jolted at the sudden appearance of Riz’s familiar timbre, causing his head to smack up against the heavy oak desk he was under and all of the papers on top of it to scatter.

“FUCK!” Fabian hissed at the spike of pain on the back of his head, one hand coming up to hold it while he shuffled out from under the desk. Coming face to face with still semi-unwell looking Riz, who stood there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his lips. Through the pain, Fabian recognized the insult Riz just paid him and scowled. “One of my—I’ll have you know that my plan to kill all those giant centipedes would have worked.”

Riz couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Yeah, if it weren’t for the fact that you hated the crunch that happened whenever we hit them.”

“Utterly disgusting,” Fabian muttered, nose wrinkled in disgust at the memory of his blade and Riz’s bullets crunching through all those exoskeletons. And all of those spindly legs all over him? They would’ve uprooted anyone’s plan. Ugh. With a shake of his head, Fabian tried to rid himself of those memories to focus on more important things. Like the fact that, while on his hands and knees such as he is now, he and Riz were of comparable height. A lovely sight, if he did say so himself. Words filled with warmth, Fabian softly said, “Hello there.”

“Hi,” Riz said just as softly back. “So, what’s this about kissing a little bit or maybe a lot?”

Shit! Fabian reared back until he was sat upright. Holding up a finger, he clarified, “I don’t—you kissed me.”

“Yeah, I did didn’t I? Wasn’t sure at first. You know, because of the fever and everything,” Riz said as a flush crept across his cheeks. Turning his head away, perhaps in an attempt to hide it, he muttered, “Certainly not the first time, though.”

Fabian’s eye narrowed and brows furrowed as he leaned closer. “Not the first time? When else have you tried to—?”

“On your cheek, while you were sleeping. Remember a couple days into your reign, you rushed me to the infirmary in the middle of the night beacause I had a horrible migraine?” Riz asked, staring off and wincing at the memory of the attempted kiss, most likely.

Fabian did remember that night, though. He’d only woke up because Riz had, in his pain, fallen off the bed and made a loud enough thump to rouse him. The rest of the night had been a blur. Rushing through the stark and empty halls of the palace, running into Sir Durden on the way and having him race after him. Waiting at Riz’s bedside as Nurse Mistgift did a routine check up before having Riz shoo him back to bed.

Horrible time, really.

And all because Riz had tried to kiss him? But that would mean—

Fabian’s lapse of judgement all those years ago, after an adventure in Seawatch when they were curled up for warmth and he’d leaned in for a kiss… He hadn’t slammed into a wall put up by Riz. Well, at least not to purposefully reject Fabian’s feelings. The heartbroken, embarrassment-fueled bender he went on Leviathan was for nothing.

Huh.

“Cockblocked by arcana, that’s a new one, ” Fabian murmured, revelation still plain on his face.

Riz chuckled, his head still lowered, unable to look at Fabian yet. Though, soon his brows were furrowed as well as he finally remembered the scene Adaine had shoved him out into. Crouching down, he picked up a stray paper and asked, “What were you looking for?”

“Nothing!” Fabian squeaked, snatching the paper out of Riz’s hand just in case there was anything incriminating on it. The last thing Riz needed to know about right now was this fucking marriage thing. “Zayn took some important paperwork that I was still working on. Need it back.”

“Oh,” Riz said, a little startled by Fabian’s sudden mood shift. Pursing his lips, he frowned a bit. Feigning being in thought as he reached for another paper. “Was it about that the twin bridge project that the artificers guild petitioned about?”

Fabian surged forward and slapped his hand on the page before Riz could touch it. Smiling up at Riz’s slight frown. “Yeah, there was a few things that I wanted to —”

“Hmm, strange. Seeing as I just made that up,” Riz said with no real anger or indignation in his voice. Only apprehension as he looked down at Fabian blinked dumbly up at him. “Can you answer my first question, my King?”

Part of Fabian wanted to scramble to his feet just to get out from underneath Riz’s disquieted gaze. Raising himself high enough above his knight to avoid the question by sheer disinterest. Kings don’t need to answer any question they didn’t want to. But he couldn’t bring himself to.

No. In this moment, he needed to be honest.

If not, Riz might not trust him to be ever again.

So, on his hands and knees, Fabian ignored the thumping in his chest and the tightness in his throat, wet his lips and took a steadying breath.

“Zayn had held off on discussions and the ultimate decision of my future Queen as long as he could. He came by the other day with a list of all the eligible ladies of the Court. I picked three,” Fabian said before cutting himself off at the sight of Riz taking a step away from him and lifting his chin. As if defiantly facing down an execution. No, no, no! Before he could take another step, Fabian grabbed Riz’s wrist. Keeping him in place as he frantically said, “Don’t! I’d only picked the ones I did because I was trying to…“ He trailed off, hesitating in the face of actually admitting his feelings to his best friend. Which only lead to Riz yanking on the hold Fabian had on him and letting out a small warning hiss. Dammit. Full honesty, right? “I was trying to make myself forget about that kiss and how much I was—am in love with you.”

Riz’s tail went limp behind him as all the fight in him that was ramping up was gone in a single moment. Lips slightly parted as he raised his eyebrows, his question clear as he echoed, “… In love?”

Fabian’s heart leapt.

“Desperately,” He said, a silly, sappy grin growing on his softening face. Squeezing Riz’s hand, he sat back on his knees once more and tried to gently pull him closer as he went on, “You’re not the only one that cringes whenever the topic of Queens and heirs comes up.”

Allowing himself to be pulled closer until he stood straddling Fabian’s legs, almost chest to chest with him, Riz said, “I don’t—I know it’s unavoidable. Zayn’s asked me about it before. Asked if I knew any of your… preferences. Suppose he got tired of waiting on me to write down my answers.” Riz lowered his head, keeping his eyes away from where his and Fabian’s hands were intwined. “In the end, I couldn’t decide if… if I loved you so much that I wanted to pick someone who’d make you happy or,” He winced. “Someone who’d make you miserable.”

Using his other hand to lift Riz’s chin to catch his gaze once more, Fabian softly asked, “So that I’d run from her bed to yours?”

“Awful, aren’t I?” Riz asked back with a half-hearted, wavering smile and a shrug. “Could work, though. Kings take mistresses—”

“What is with you you and Adaine?”

“—all the time. I could…”

“Could what? Be my mistress?” Fabian asked with a little more heat than he orginally wanted to, yet he committed to it regardless. Riz needed to know how much he hated this idea. Hated the idea of the Court—of the country—thinking that the feelings that he held for Riz were trivial and frivolous compared to what he felt for a Queen. “Live with me being married to someone else and being with you on the side? You’d be happy with that?”

“If it means that your position as King is safe? Yes!” Riz said, matching his aggravation beat for beat as he yanked his hand out of Fabian’s hold and stepped away. Running a hand through his hair as his tail jerkily flicked from side to side, he huffed, “I don’t want to make your life harder than it already is!”

“You’ve never made my life harder, Riz. Not once,” Fabian pleaded, reaching a hand out to take Riz’s again.

Only for Riz to snatch it away, keeping it close to his chest as he shot back, “An heir will make your life easier, though, and to have one you’ll need—”

“You!” Fabian said, a notch away from shouting. He couldn’t help it. How could Riz ever think—he was always so damn pragmatic! Putting his feelings and his wants away to get a job done. But Fabian didn’t want to be a job. Didn’t want to just be a client. Didn’t want to just be his King. Umberlee below! He wanted to be his.So, Fabian didn’t let up, even as Riz stared at him in silent shock. “I need you, Riz. Nothing else. Just you. We’ll figure out the heir problem. Together. I know we can find a way through this but I don’t want the solution to be to keeping you as a dirty little secret. Or as second best.” Even the thought of it turned his stomach. Lip curling as he spat out, “Never.”

Fabian let his words hang in the air for a moment. Hoping beyond hope that Riz would let them fully sink into his very being.

It looked like, for a moment, he was fighting it. Riz’s eyes darted around, refusing to settle anywhere near Fabian. His brows pulled in and his nose wrinkled as the cogs in his brain whirred to find a weakness in Fabian’s plan that was dangerous enough for him to disregard both of their feelings to keep Fabian safe. He’d die a thousand times over before he’d let the wants of his heart lead Fabian to ruin. So, his mind searched. And searched. But, after a handful of moments, it came up short.

Fabian could see it do so.

Riz’s expression finally softened as he let out a shaky laugh, his eyes finally landing on Fabian with a spark of hope within them.

Fabian couldn’t help the wide grin that tugged on his lips as he offered Riz his hand, “What do you say, Detective? I think your star client has another case for you.”

And with only a moment’s hesitation, Riz reached a trembling hand out and wrapped it around Fabian’s. The difference in sizes made Fabian’s heart leap.

“How could I refuse such a loyal patron?” Riz said with a shy smirk. No pulling neccessary this time, he moved closer to Fabian, situating a leg on either side of his hips until they were chest to chest again. His keen eyes flicked from Fabian’s lone silver one down to his lips and back. “And I think I’ll leave fraternizing clause out this time.”

“Excellent,” Fabian whispered. Placing a hand at the small of Riz’s back, he shifted just a bit closer to Riz. So that their faces were perhaps an inch apart. There was nothing in the world Fabian wanted to do more than to kiss him right now. Yet he waited. Wanting for the feeling to be mutual. Wanting to be wanted just as badly. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait more than a second.

A clawed hand clutched his robes as Riz closed the gap.

Fabian’s heart wouldn’t stop racing as his mind emptied of every other thing that wasn’t kissing Sir Riz Gukgak. And while it didn’t feel neccessarily like bursting fireworks, a swelling orchestra, or a gilded happily ever after, their first kiss did feel like the only thing that really mattered in the end.

It felt right.

Not fairytale perfect; it took a bit of adjusting for their differing sizes, and noses got in the way and—Hold on, Fabian. He needed to take a breath. Okay, where were they?—Not perfect, but pretty damn close, in Fabian’s opinion.

Especially since there was this strange squeaking noise in the room that wouldn’t stop. From the way Fabian’s hand had moved to cup Riz’s cheek, he could tell that Riz was hearing it too. His ear flicked about and bumped into his hand as it tried to get more information.

Oh, no.

Wait!

“Riz—”

“What is that?” Riz asked, his eyes narrowed as he fully pulled away from the embrace he’d been locked in for the last minute or two.

Fabian quickly tried to pull him back into it and away from a clue (something he suspects he might be doing for the rest of his life). Pressing a kiss to his cheek as he murmured against it, “Probably nothing.”

Rolling his eyes, Riz gave Fabian one last kiss before investigating the source of the squeaking. “Sit tight, my King. I’ll be only a second.”

Slumping into a crosslegged sit, the King of Falinel crossed his arms and pouted like a child as his Knight left him behind to go follow a strange occurrence. One of his favourite things.

Unfortunately for him, he didn’t even get to wallow in his self-pity for a minute before Adaine’s voice cheekly chimed in over their telepathic bond, “That’s rough, your Majesty,”

By Wren’s Blade, did she hear all of that?

“Astute observation, Oracle,” Fabian grimly shot back at her. “Get out here and say it to my face!”

Two doors opened simutaneously. As Adaine burst through the door that led to Riz’s office, eyes alight with mischief, ready to lay into Fabian, the squeaking had led Riz to open the door to Fabian’s bed chambers. Revealing tiny, spotted rat squeaking as it dashed over to Riz’s boot to scratch at it furiously.

Without hesitation, Riz crouched down to pick it up and struggled to keep it in his hands as it refused to calm down. “Whoa, hang on a second, Edgar!”

“Oh, you know the rat?” Fabian asked, slightly concerned at the ease with which Riz had picked the rat up. In his opinion, it should’ve taken at least a minute. He has no idea where its been!

“He’s—”

“Zayn Darkshadow’s familiar,” Adaine answered for Riz as she fully stepped into the room and made her way over to Riz to see Edgar better. Rubbing two of her fingers over Edgar’s head in an attempt to soothe the poor thing. Shrugging at Riz and Fabian’s questioning looks, she explained further, “What? He apprenticed under Runestaff once upon a time.”

“Well, that’s just perfect,” Fabian mumbled as he finally got to his feet, dusting himself off before joining the other two. Once he peered over Riz’s shoulder, he did have to admit that the rat did look familiar. Hard not to remember his little face when it had always accompanied Zayn’s. Speaking of, “Where’s your master, little one?”

That seemed to reignite the fire inside the little rat.

Minding his teeth, Edgar squirmed out from under Adaine’s pets and took her fingers in his mouth and tugged them in the direction of the bed chamber. A deliberate action that was underscored by his panic-stricken squeaking. Exchanging glances, the trio allow themselves to be led by Edgar into Fabian’s bed chamber. It took them a moment to figure out where to go next seeing as nothing seemed out of place. Not until Edgar finally broke free of Riz’s hands and scurried as fast as he could over to a slightly ajar door to the offical Nohecharei Quarters.

Strange.

Riz stuck out an arm, as if to shield both Fabian and Adaine from harm, signalling them to stay put as he crept over to the door. Snagging a dagger he’d hidden underneath a coffee table long ago as he went. With his back pressed against the wall next to the door, he took a breath, still a bit out of it, before peering into the darkened chamber.

A beat.

Riz’s tail stilled.

He whipped around, eyes wide with panic as he shouted, “Call Silvergrove and tell her to get a healer!”, before darting into his quarters.

Adaine immediately raced after Riz while Fabian obeyed his command. Casting Prestidigitation to alight a signal candle (connected to its twin down in the servant’s hall) with a silver flame before running in after both of them.

Standing in the doorway, Fabian was greeted by Riz, Adaine, and Edgar, huddled over (or on top of) the tensed form of Zayn Darkshadow. His pale skin turned awfully sallow as he shuddered and grimaced through not only the pain of a dagger to chest but also the focus of non-stop spellcasting on said injury.

As Fabian slid to kneel by his side, it took a moment for Zayn to realize he was also there, but when he did, he shakily began to talk, “Your Majesty, apologies—”

“None of that now, there’s nothing to apologize for,” Fabian said, hushing him as he took in the severity of the stab wound from a closer angle. Umberlee below. With a smiliar feeling of fury he’d had when Riz took that dagger for him all those weeks ago, he asked through gritted teeth, “Who did this to you?”

“Human mercenary, I-I think. Not too sure. Even with my darkvision, it was hard to make them out,” Zayn said as he took another deep yet shuddery breath. His magic, dark yet glittery as it swirled around his slim fingers and his wound, stuttered as well before settling once more.

Riz’s scowl deepened, and he bared more of his fang as he muttered, “Must be one of Blayde’s men then.”

“Makes sense—Don’t!” Zayn yelped as he saw Fabian move to cast Cure Wounds. “The blade’s the same one that got your nohecharei, sire.”

Fabian’s head whipped around to catch Riz’s equally shocked eyes. “I thought you ruined the supply?”

“They must still have a few left over from before.”

“Necromancy?” Adaine asked after observing Zayn’s spellcasting for a few moments and flipping through her spellbook.

Zayn nodded, and even through the pain, his voice held a bit of a wizardly pride as he said, “Not necessarily healing in the same way as a Cure Wounds. Can’t stop, though.”

“For a moment, you can,” Adaine said as she shook her head. Making sure to place Boggy on Zayn’s lap next to Edgar, she moved her hand directly over his and began her casting. Giving him a firm nod once her magic, bright and slivery, took over. “I’ve got you.”

“Thank you,” Zayn said, letting his hand drop to his lap so that both Edgar and Boggy could nuzzle it. Giving him advantage on the Constitution saving throws he was no doubt making right now. Hopefully Miss Silvergrove was on her way. Though, she really should’ve been here by now. Hmm. No matter, with a significant portion of his mind freed up thanks to Adaine, he turned to Riz and said, “I know what you’re thinking and this wasn’t another failed attempt on the King’s life. It was an attempt on yours. I’d heard that you’d left the infirmary and came to speak with you about—” His eyes darted from Riz to Fabian and then back. “—certain matters.”

“No need,” Riz said, wrapping his hand around Fabian’s without even looking, just by feel. And Fabian couldn’t hide how his face brightened just a smidge.

Without a single hint of judgment, Zayn blinked a couple of times as he looked between the two of them in surprise. “Huh. Well, I suppose you wouldn’t be the first, but never mind that,” Zayn murmured before waving the thought away. “I think the assassin had the same idea. We both came to your official nohecharei quarters—”

“Instead of my office quarters,” “Riz said, his mind whirling a million miles an hour as he tried to piece together the reasoning behind this assassination attempt. “Guess they saw how badly the last dagger fucked me up. Wanted a second shot at it.”

Fabian nodded. “They wanted me without my nohecharei and the best time to do it would be when you were still recovering your strength,” He said, giving Riz’s hand a steadying squeeze at the mere thought of losing him.

“The thing is, if they had succeeded, what would’ve been the next step?” Riz asked out loud, though it was obvious he was having a smiliar conversation with just himself in his head.

SLAM!

All four of their heads whipped toward the clamorous sound of a door bursting open and hurried feet approaching them. Fabian and Riz’s hands went to their weapons as Adaine moved to shield Zayn from whatever was coming.

Luckily for them, the thundering footsteps belonged to an out of breath Sir Durden, who almost missed the open door in his haste.

“SIRE!” Sir Durden eeked out between heavy, heaving breaths. Fabian rose and took the handful of steps between Zayn and the door to meet Durden where he was. Before he could ask what in Spyre was the matter, Sir Duden grabbed his shoulder tight and lowered his voice to a grave whisper. “Sire, it’s Everpetal. She’s rallied a force of royal guards and soldiers allying with Helioic cultists to take over the castle.”

It was like all of the air in Fabian’s lungs was siphoned out in a split second. His stomach roiled as a chill moved down his spine… There just simply was no way. Whispering back, Fabian said, “She wouldn’t.”

Sir Durden looked like he didn’t want to believe it either, but he persisted. “She’s holding the Court and servants hostage and demanding you face her in the throne room or else…” He trailed off, his hold on Fabian’s shoulder soon becoming a death grip as he lowered his head and tried to steady himself. Gulping down as much of his fear as he could, Durden lifted his eyes and said with more seriousness than Fabian ever thought was possible for him, “Or else she’ll start picking off anyone still loyal to you until she has full the Court’s full allegiance.”

A tidal wave of dread threatened to wipe Fabian off of his feet.

This is it.

Months and months of work, court politics, snide comments about his Human half, and getting used to a life that was no longer fully his. Enduring all of it with a charming smile, only to have it all be violently taken away at a moment’s notice. On the whim of a noble who saw anybody that stood in the way of a crown as only another body to drop. His most of all.

Umberlee below, a part of him just wanted to run.

Wouldn’t it be easier?

Abandon the crown and the sword, take Riz, leave this island, and never look back. Let Penelope do whatever she wanted with it. It’s not like he was a good person. He’d been told countless times before of his arrogance and selfishness. Who would truly blame the stupid, spoiled rich man for grasping at power and getting in over his head before fucking off completely. If he’s lucky, his short reign would be a footnote in Falinel’s history.

“Fabian?” Riz’s voice broke through his doom-filled thoughts like a lighthouse’s blindingly bright beam. Glancing over his shoulder, Fabian found the concerned faces of Adaine and Zayn staring back at him. And then there was Riz. Whose jaw was set, chin lifted, and eyes lit with pure determination as he placed a hand over his heart where Fabian’s emblem would’ve been. Voice low and steady, he said, “Whatever you do, my King. We’re with you.”

I’m with you.

It went unspoken, but Fabian felt it all the same.

What was he even thinking?

He’s a Seacaster.

He’s the goddamn King!

Time to actually fucking act like it.

Squaring his shoulders and lifting his chin, Fabian unsheathed Fandrangour, turned to Sir Durden with a gaze of unbreakable steel, and started giving orders.

“Find the Captain and tell him to rally every guard and soldier we have left to defend against whatever bullshit forces Everpetal and her allies have gathered. They’re trying to take over the palace? Don’t give them an inch,” Fabian said, his voice firm but not cruel. As soon as he began, Durden stood straight, mirroring Fabian’s stance as he took in his every word. “Once you’re finished, take a handful of the guards best at crowd control and find me outside the throne room. You’ll be focusing on getting as many people out of there as quickly as possible and protecting the ones you can’t. Penelope is a sorcereress and will be flinging spells around trying to kill me, I don’t want anyone caught in the crossfire. Got it?”

Sir Durden raised his hand in salute. “Copy that, Sire.” And just like that, he was gone and out of the room as quickly as he’d entered it.

“Adaine,” Fabian said, turning to face her. “Teleport Riz and Zayn to the infirmary and then find Aelwen as quickly as possible. I know she’s an abjurer, but she’s also damn good at conjuring. I’m going to need as many elementals as she can summon and for you two to get the palace’s Oak Warrior defences up and running. Send most of them to help the Captain and the rest to me. Sound good?”

“NO!” A wide-eyed Riz said as he scrambled to his feet. Still a bit sluggish, Fabian noted as Riz rushed over to grab his arm in a death grip. Shaking his head with a frantic fire in his eyes, he repeated himself. “No. I am going with you. I took an oath to protect you.”

Fabian kneeled to Riz’s eye level, clasping his hand over where Riz’s claws dug into his arm as he softly said, “You just got out of the infirmary. I’m not going to throw you to the wolves and let you die because of a fucking oath. That’s an order, Nohecharei.” At the sight of Riz’s unconvinced shaking of his head, Fabian brought him closer and pleaded with him, “I can handle this.”

“I-I… I feel like I failed you,” Riz said, his voice cracking as visions of all the ways Fabian could die today flashed before his eyes. “I said I’d squash the embers of a coup, and yet here we are. Fabian, I’ll be fine, just let me—”

“You haven’t me failed yet. I’m yet still the King, am I not?” Fabian joked, bumping his forehead into Riz’s with a small smirk. “Besides, you’ll be there with me, in a way,” He took a moment to reach into his pocket and pulled out Riz’s fang. Holding it from top to tip between his two fingers as he pantomimed a wink. “I still have your good luck charm.”

Riz’s gaze lingered on the intricately carved fang. A rueful smile tugged at his lips as his big, amber eyes grew glassy. Taking a deep breath, he slowly nodded and whispered, “Okay. Just… don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

Fabian smirked and pressed a kiss to Riz’s cheek, “No promises, darling.”

[ragnarockz]

The Tape

Part 3: Hiding the Tape

Part 1, Part 2

@sapphictea & @whomstthephucque 😁💔

Please know that all lawyers that have been sicced on me and the need to provide financial compensation for your pain and suffering...UNDERSTOOD!

Volcano Girls by Veruca Salt

They used to find her amusing whenever she would walk in with her big boots and her girlfriend attached to her hip.

Not anymore.

They had a store employee follow her around now; watching diligently in case she got the smart idea to lift another bottle. She had done it before. Maybe twice or three times. But she had done it. Now they watched her like a hawk as she pays. Now they make her leave her bag with them until she's done. Now they hold the door open for her, not in chivalry or respect, but a definite last push to get her to leave.

The bottle is open even before she takes a step out onto the sidewalk. Lip to mouth as she walks aimlessly and drinks what she can afford. It was the last of her pay from another job she managed to blow off.

You've come too many times too late.

You've come too many times drunk.

You don't come at all.

Wasn't worth the hassle, she mused as she kept walking. She felt like her boots were too big for her now. This wasn't her anymore. Maybe none of it ever was. They were just playing pretend; playing dress up. They were just eating each other out and sleeping in the same bed and pretending to be girlfriends because it was convenient and attractive. Because it fit a weird and strange narrative.

She crossed the street to avoid the coffee shop entirely.

She crossed back when she got closer to the bar.

She left the empty bottle outside, placing it down before she wiped her hands and the back of her mouth and tried to fix her hair and clothes. Tried to stand up a little straighter and keep her eyes open. She didn't want to get kicked out the second she stepped in.

It was loud and noisy and people were everywhere. She made her way to the bar and took a seat at the far end. Held her breath before she breathed out and asked the bar tender for whatever was cheap. Eyebrows rose, but there was no argument there. Agnes sighed some relief.

She felt an elbow in her back and spun her head around. Some drunk fucking prick had bumped into her and was now laughing with his friends. It was funny; it was cool. Laugh it off and brush it off and drink another shot because why does it matter. Why should it matter.

But it did. It always does.

Agnes was off her stool before her own drink hit the table and her arms and hands were up before the dickhead even realized she was standing in front of him.

A solid punch to the jaw; upward angle because she was short and he was tall.

He staggered back, more so from being tipsy and not so much from her power in her punch.

The bar went quiet for a split second before it got louder than it was before, and the asshole pushed himself back up with his hands up.

"Who's this fucking dyke?!"

Asshole's friend screamed as she laughed; that booming obnoxious laugh that made him feel like he was the center of the world with the biggest cock between his legs.

Agnes winced with hate. Raw and pure and unfiltered hate. Hands still up to protect her face.

"You think I'm gonna fucking fight you? You stupid bitch!"

Dickhead basically spat at her as he drew his hands down just enough for Agnes to land another punch right between his eyes.

He crashed back down again, and suddenly, there were arms holding her back and wrapping around her own. She was being put into a press in a lock. She was being pulled away from the scene. Guided backward to the back of the bar near the door to the kitchen and the bathroom. She was thrown against the wall.

"Did you think you were going to win that fight?"

Some guy with a mustache was looking at her and pointing his finger like it was her coach. She barked a laugh and nodded her head; let it rest on the wall. She was fucking exhausted. She was done. Her bones felt like jello, and her head was about to explode.

"You're better off putting all that anger and brain power to better use than stealing from the liquor store and then getting into bar fights..."

Agnes squinted at the man. How the fuck did he know all about that? How would he have-

Fuck.

"Fuckin' cop..."

She whispered under her breath, shaking her head as she smiled. Busted.

"Fuckin' cop is right. Look, I don't know what kind of trouble you're going through but...people used to tell me you were good."

"No one's good, Chief..."

"Officer. I'm not a chief yet."

"Whatever. What the fuck does it matter. You're still a cop."

He rolled his eyes as he dug into his pocket. Agnes flinched, not sure what was going to come out. A notepad and a pen. He scribbled something down, ripped off the sheet, and put it into the top pocket of her flannel shirt.

"You look good in blue. I think it suits you."

And with that, he stepped back and turned to walk away.

Agnes quickly assessed the bar and the people in it. No one was looking for where she had gone just yet. She quickly followed in the cops footsteps and left before shit truly hit the fan.

But now and then we fail and we admit defeat

We're falling off, we are watered down and fully grown

The apartment was an open wound whenever she stepped inside. There was basically no sign of life. Alice had taken most of what was in there; a lot of it hers to begin with.

The kitchen table was still there, and the microwave that sorta worked. The couch was too big and not needed for her to haul. The couch they had countless times fucked on; fucked each other on. No TV and no CD player and no nothing.

The bedroom that was supposed to be hers from the start before she infiltrated Alice's bed was still set up for her. Alice didn't and couldn't take that. Agnes needed somewhere to sleep. She had left it plain; didn't decorate it. Didn't have the heart to.

Alice's old bedroom door was closed, and Agnes didn't dare open it. Let the ghosts live there now, she thought. All our dying wishes and hopes and dreams. That was their space.

She peeled off her clothes and dropped them wherever they fell. She was standing naked in her sad little empty room with a headache and a sore fist that was split at the knuckles. A sour taste in the back of her throat.

She ran to the little washroom and threw up in the sink and didn't let her eyes catch herself in the mirror. She wasn't going to like what she saw anymore. Laughing a little to herself; she was thankful the vomit was just from the booze and the bad lack of sleep; the awful food she ate and not from another pregnancy.

Stumbling back to her room, she swiped her flannel off of the floor and dug her fingers into the pocket to fish out the piece of paper. A phone number next to initials P.J.

She slammed the paper onto the night table before she got into bed and curled up; facing the door and the closet on the opposite wall. She could see the fucking brown, white and black box tucked in the corner. She mumbled to herself as she pushed off of the bed. She slammed the closet door before returning to her spot.

She was good at that now, she thought, closing doors and leaving them closed.

[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way Halloween Special 2024

Dazai Osamu x Reader

Chuuya Nakahara x OC

Halloween Special

Mouse Note: Happy Halloween to all! I hope for more chapters to come soon, we'll see!

            “Happy Halloween, everyone!” greeted (Y/N) as more people walked into her apartment—and Dazai’s at this point (they had basically moved in together at this point).

            “Happy Halloween,” said Atsushi, smiling. He had dressed up as a werecat, and Akutagawa stood beside him in a priest costume.

            (Y/N) smiled at both. She had stopped thinking it strange that Akutagawa always accompanied Atsushi to these sorts of things. Honestly, they came as a pair these days.

            “You look really nice,” said Atsushi.

            (Y/N) smiled. “Thank you.��� She was a fairy, complete with the flowery green dress and the crystallized wings attached to her back.

            “She always looks nice,” said Dazai, appearing behind (Y/N) and throwing his arms around her.

            (Y/N) smiled and covered his hands with her own to complete the hug even with him behind her. Dazai had on long blue and purple robes—a wizard. (He had to go as something magical to fit with (Y/N), after all).

            “Thank you, my dear,” said (Y/N), turning their head and kissing his cheek.

            Dazai grinned widely, proud of getting the affection.

            “Hi, Dazai,” said Atsushi, smiling.

            “Hello, Dazai,” said Akutagawa.

            “Hey, Atsushi,” said Dazai.

            (Y/N) frowned and pinched his hand.

            “Hello, Akutagawa,” said Dazai. He pouted at (Y/N), but she just raised a brow. When she was around, Dazai wasn’t allowed to play his games with Akutagawa when the boy tired to get his attention.

            Akutagawa brightened at being acknowledged.

            “You two can help yourselves to any candy or drinks you want,” said (Y/N). “We’ve got music, too, but I don’t know if you guys like dancing that much.”

            “Thank you,” said Atsushi, smiling.

            “Yes, thank you, Miss (Y/N),” said Akutagawa. He didn’t want to be rude to Dazai’s girlfriend.

            “Of course,” said (Y/N). “And just call me (Y/N), Akutagawa.” She watched the two boys walk farther into the apartment. “I wonder what’s going on with them. They’ve gotten close.”

            “They’re like Chuuya and I, a talented fighting force,” said Dazai, shrugging.

            “Uhuh, so they’re definitely…into one another?” said (Y/N). “Like you and Chuuya?”

            “…I never told you that,” said Dazai.

            “Everyone who meets you knows you two at least had some messy feelings,” teased (Y/N).

            “You don’t care?” said Dazai.

            “You’re not the type to cheat, so no,” said (Y/N). “Plus, Chuuya is cute.”

            “Hey,” whined Dazai.

            (Y/N) laughed. “I can say that about Akira, who Chuuya is interested in, and you have to agree with that.”

            “Fair enough,” sighed Dazai. He paused. “You and Akira—”

            “We definitely had a moment, but it was more just fun. We’re not interested in each other in that way,” said (Y/N). “You know that.” She laughed. “At this point, you and Akira need to kiss, and Chuuya and I need to kiss, and then we’ve completed the square.”

            “You’re spending too much time with Akira,” said Dazai, chuckling. “That sounds like her idea.”

            “There’s a reason we get along,” said (Y/N), turning around in his arms. She nodded to the kitchen. “But you don’t need to worry, look over there.”

            Dazai glanced over and grinned.

            Chuuya, dressed as a werewolf, stood with Akira, dressed as a vampire. Chuuya was trying desperately not to look at the cleavage showing in her low-cut dress, but with Akira in heels, Chuuya’s…shorter stature meant his eye-level was precisely there.

            “They’re still working things out?” said Dazai.

            “If that means not communicating feelings but flirting incessantly whenever they’re near each other, then yes,” laughed (Y/N). “But neither is like that with anyone else, so it’s pretty clearly a relationship to everyone else, if a bit messy.”

            “I’m going to hold this over his head,” said Dazai, grinning.

            “I’ve still told you no,” said (Y/N).

            “But it would be so much fun,” said Dazai.

            “You have enough on Chuuya already, I’m sure,” teased (Y/N).

            “Fair enough,” said Dazai, grinning. “I’m assuming you also have things on Akira since you’re so close?”

            “Oh, yeah,” said (Y/N). “I know way too much about her.” She laughed. “But she knows the same amount about me.”

            “Anything scandalous?” said Dazai, smirking.

            “How dare you ask me that?” said (Y/N), pretending to gasp. “I’m a lady.”

            “I’m sure,” said Dazai, his hands dropping to her waist. “But you’re my lady.”

            “Am I?” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Of course,” said Dazai. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

            “I like that trade,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “I do, too.” Dazai leaned in and kissed her.

            (Y/N) let him drag her closer and kissed him return. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips.

            “I love you, too,” said Dazai.

            These were the moments that mattered the most—the small ones. The domestic ones. The times where (Y/N) and Dazai were just together and happy with their family and friends around them.

Taglist:

@snowy-violet

[fuutakaijyama]

Es introducing a new prisoner, how do all the other prisoners react, what is Es’ reaction?

PRISONER 011

warnings ? : brief mention of alcohol

ES VER.

Es doesn't really care as long as you don't give them trouble

If you came in after the first trial Es doesn't know how to feel should they do a separate trial just for you?

Despite not being extremely close to you they do their best to help you

One time you got sick and Es got scared so badly that you were going to die so they sent you to the hospital.

Other then that they treat you like everyone else (but your their overall favorite no doubt about it)

SAKURAI HARUKA VER.

At first he's scared of you (especially if your younger or shorter than him)

After a while he’d constantly follow you around like a little duckling following its mama.

He got a snack? He’ll share it with you! Are you cold at night? Come cuddle with him!

T2 exclusive: If you don't like Mu he’d be more inclined towards following you instead of her (but he’d still be kinda close to her)

Overall he’s attached at the hip to you almost like a little kid

KASHIKI YUNO VER.

From the start she views you as a little sibling, constant playful nagging and teasing, ruffling your hair, squishing your cheeks, or kissing your forehead.

One time her and Mahiru got makeup and basically gave you a Disney Channel makeover, “Hold still!~ Jeez you're so jumpy!~” She'd tease as she rubbed the brush over your eyelids.

During mealtimes she’ll always share her leftovers with you, as she puts it “Growing people have to eat” before shoving a cookie into your mouth.

If the cells are cold she’ll smuggle you a blanket or an extra pillow.

Whenever she sees you she’ll wrap her arms around your shoulders or waist saying “[N/N]!~ Hiya!~ How’ve you been~”

FUUTA KAJIYAMA VER.

At first he stands his guard, constantly wary of you even while in his cell, always sitting away from you during meals.

One day they gave you all a nintendo switch, during the day you would all play on it, one night in particular you couldn't sleep, you decided to use it but as you entered the room Futa had beat you to it.

Safe to say for the next few hours you and Fuuta would be cheering, yelling and praising each other.

During the colder days he’d cuddle up next to you while you played with a blanket draped over the both of you.

Safe to say he quickly warms up to you, having the dynamic him and his sister had before he was brought to MILGRAM.

KUSUNOKI MUU VER.

At first it feels like she's forcing herself to interact with you, constantly trying to talk with you even if she's clearly not sure how.

After a while she hands you some kind of french pastry saying that Es got it for her, that started her relationship with you.

She’ll walk around the prison with you, going around and around and around talking about anything and everything.

One time she got so excited to see you she almost pushed you to the floor.

Safe to say you're her best friend or she hates you.

KIRISAKI SHIDOU VER.

Given that your younger than him (and probably the same height if not shorter) he treats you like a child or more specifically his child.

Constantly making sure your well fed, getting proper exercise and being aware of your surroundings.

However there's a specific memory that stands out to you: Es let you in the kitchen to make breakfast and you burnt the eggs. Shidou: Feeling bad for you, taught you to properly cook them. (you fed the burnt eggs to Jackalope after.)

One time you scraped your knee to the point that you could barely stand up right, he took you into your cell and practically forced you to rest.

In conclusion he treats you like his child, even if you aren't his child.

MAHIRU SHIINA VER.

Very social and definitely treats you with loves of love and respect with her big heart

Sure she's not the sharpest tool in the shed but she tries her very best for you!

If you ever get hungry and tells you not to get more food Mahiru’s got you! Let's just hope she doesn't get caught too

Again: If you ever get a TV or cable in the prison she's going to make you watch KDramas and romances with her.

Overall loves you a lot and would do anything for you and your affection

MOMOSE AMANE VER. (PLATONIC)

Given she's a child she either hates you or loves you.

If you're around her age range she’ll love you to death, holding your hand on the way to and from meals, playing board games with you, and finding random things in that hardcased backpack she owns.

If either of you get any kind of sweets or drinks you’ll be sitting in her cell talking about how life is going in MILGRAM.

If you ever get some kind of cable or TV or something you can watch programs on you’ll watch her favorite ones for hours on end.

Overall your both like clingy siblings and people think it's cute.

KAZUI MUKUHARA VER.

This man is a father with ten kids. You are one of them.

Immediately taking you under his wing so Kotoko doesn't come and attack you and introducing you to Mikoto and Shidou.

If you ever get hurt he's doting over you like the father he is and taking you to Shidou.

He’s kinda boring because he's old but he's still fun, sometimes you’ll play chess with him because it “helps sharpen your brain”

Even if he talks like a grandpa we love him (my favorite grandpa fr)

MIKOTO KAYANO VER.

IMMEDIATE CHAOS. Like the kind of chaos where it's midnight and your having hallucinations of random things on the wall while sipping coffee kind of chaos.

You’ll grow close either super quickly or super slowly, given how much of a character he is but you’ll become close either way.

Late nights with him include: booze, card games, Mikoto smoking cigarettes (and maybe you too) and big fuzzy blankets

T2 Scenario: After Mikoto’s fight with Kotoko he’ll make sure to defend you at all cost, even if that means fighting her till one of them is dead.

Overall: It's chaotic but still fun.

KOTOKO YUZURIHA VER.

Kotoko is both social and cautious, she feels like as much as she wants to befriend you she also doesn't want to be too close in case you backstab her.

You’d be on talking terms for a while till you went back to her cell she said something about welcoming gifts and she’d give you a pocket knife (you never questioned it but you wondered how she got it inside)

T2 Scenario: If you were voted guilt she’d try hitting you in the head with her bat only for you to stab her hand with the knife she gave you (now regretting giving it to you.)

She’ll always make sure your eating well occasionally giving you her leftovers if she can't finish all of her food.

Kotoko's cautious but she’ll never intentionally put you in harms way.

[reasonsmandy]

A letter?

Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Hi!!! Love your writing so much!! Not sure if you’re still doing requests lol, butttt I have a really specific one so if you’d be able to do this I’d like actually die omg. Okay so I’m a fashion student from LA and I was thinking, the reader is like basically siblings with billy and Graham, (her dad and their mom started dating when they were kids so they were practically raised together) but she’s closest with Eddie in particular. They’re best friends. They’ve basically been attached at the hip since they were kids. They’re both secretly harboring feelings for each other and everyone knows it but themselves. She’s been there for them since the band started, like Camilla, making them outfits for gigs and stuff. and Eddie even takes her to prom when her date ends up being a jerk to her. Butttt the reader ends up moving to LA to go to fashion school (maybe eventually she can be their costume designer for the aurora tour 🙏) and Eddie slowly stops talking to her god knows why. Fast forward- The band moves out to LA and they stay with her until they’re stable enough to be out on their own. The tension is super high between her and Eddie and EVERYONE notices. Super Angsty. Ends in fluff and love confessions 🫶 maybe angry billy lol. AGAIN THANK YOU!!! I know that was super complicated. YOUR WRITING AND EDITS ARE AMAZINGGGG !!

✧.* you're reading part one, here's the sequel — You matter to me

✧.* summary — You and Eddie were a story in the making, which you were sure had been finished after the way you left. But now with your reunion, perhaps there is a reticence.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 3.2k

✧.* 🎸 — Eddie's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I love this ask! And I'm working on part two for it already. Please, lmk what you guys think of this back and forth writing dynamics.

You drop your keys into the jar that was on the table next to the door, then hang your coat on the hanger as you try to speed up the process to finally rest from a long day. The apartment was dark and you didn't bother turning on all the lights, contenting yourself with just the orange light from the kitchen, you went to the counter, checking the letters you had received and also collecting some newspapers from the previous days to throw away.

Days like these make you miss the constant movement and excitement that your life in Pittsburgh contained, your thoughts from time to time hovered over delicious memories that you, whether or not you wanted to have a taste of once again. It had been a few months since studying fashion had brought you to LA, and even if you were satisfied with several friends and studying what you loved, there was a huge lack of what remained there.

With the feeling of nostalgia tugging at the pit of your stomach, you head to your phone to call the number you used to answer. At the end of the line you hear three rings before the hiss and finally a voice.

“Hello?” The unexpected voice makes you wonder if you had the wrong number.

“Uh, I'm looking for Mrs Dunne?” Your voice was tired, at this point you just wanted to kill the longing.

“Y/N?” You hear the questioning after a silence, and recognizing the voice makes the butterflies in your stomach rise.

“Yeah Eddie, it's me.” You say in a breath, and once again you receive silence.

“Y/N my dear, how is everything going there?” You try to avoid the feeling of sadness about what had happened, swallowing hard.

“Everything good, and things there?” You are amazed at how natural your voice sounds.

“It's actually a bit chaotic, the boys are packing everything up in a hurry to move.” She says in a nervous laugh.

“Move? What do you mean?” You try to remember having received this information before, but you can't find it.

“Didn't you receive my letter? They will try to grow the band in LA, you might even meet up. Isn't it great? Your brothers miss you.” You didn't know if you believed the last sentence, at least not in the plural. Graham and you talked sometimes, but you and Billy hadn't talked since your move.

“That's awesome! I'm happy to hear that.” You indeed were, but you couldn't help but feel the confusion of why all this was happening now.

…

You have a vivid memory of sitting on the floor of Graham's room as he murmured about how unfair life was, and at that point you tried your best to help your half brother with any advice you came up with. Your face was resting on the bed when you and he looked at the door when you heard Billy knock three times, indicating that he was going to come in. They were your brothers since you were two years old, when your father married the boys' mother you grew up together in that house mostly without any problems.

They were kind to you, they always were, even though Billy was more distant. You knew someone that he was marked by something that you weren't here to witness, but in a way you understood how much a parent was missed.

The older Dunne sits on the edge of the bed, watching his older brother frustrated, you notice that he holds back his laughter feeling the nostalgia of something that perhaps he has already been through. You thought about whether you should go out and leave them alone, but you figured that if you stayed quiet it wouldn't get in the way.

“They'll be other girls.” Billy tries to comfort him, Graham for the first time stops staring at the ceiling to look at his brother.

“And how'd you know that?” You watch them talking and try your best to go unnoticed.

Billy looks at you, his gaze urgently asking you to help him with this.

“Because you know how to play the guitar" Your voice barely comes out, since you hadn't spoken for so long. Your older brother looks at you with a subtle look of 'what the fuck?'. You shrug, completing the sentence. “What? I heard it's something girls like.”

Graham lets out a muffled laugh and you're happy to have made him laugh, Billy frowns and you can see a bit of jealousy there which makes you smile.

“And besides.” Billy continues, looking at Graham again. “You’re fourteen years old!”

You laugh and your brothers accompany you. It's a comforting memory, one of the moments when you felt welcomed and loved.

However, from that day onwards Graham's obsession with having a band was born. You thought it was a good idea, after all, you spent the afternoon idly after all your homework was done, and when you sat down to design different types of clothes and sometimes sewing something with Mrs. Dunne Graham hovered around making sounds of boredom, you knew that would be good to entertain him.

He had invited his best friends, who you had been attending since you had moved in at the Dunne house. You can vividly remember the morning you were woken up by the thunderous sound of drums coming from downstairs, you curse and mumble, getting up to find out what it was about.

When you get to the bottom of the stairs, you come face to face with Warren trying to arrange his drum kit in the living room of your house, you blink a few times trying to shake off the sleep that still resides within you, Eddie's figure appears soon after with his guitar hanging around his neck. He smiles at you and you give him an even wider one.

“Does Mrs Dunne know what you guys are doing here?” You say in a laugh, Warren turns to Eddie for that answer, his messy curls reaching his eyes.

“I guess so…” Roundtree answers you, moving closer to you. And your body demonstrates a fact that you had hidden from your brother: the girl who was attracted to men who played guitar was you, and he was the boy you felt attracted to. “Do you know where Graham is, sunshine?”

Your legs shake at the nickname that gradually became common coming from him, you shake your head, spending as much time as possible observing Roundtree closely. “I literally just woke up. But assuming that you guys already looked for him in his room, you should try the garage.”

“On it!” Warren exclaims, heading towards the garage but not before winking at Eddie who rolls his eyes.

You frown, and are slowly eroded by the silence that surrounds you and Roundtree. He clears his throat “I think they made omelets, if I were you I'd run before Chuck finds out.”

“Would you like to join me?” You ask in a whisper, afraid of the answer. "I mean, if I'm not busy with all this.” You gesture to the instruments piled up on the couch and Rojas' drums.

“I'd love that.” He smiles, leaving you with the pleasant nervousness of falling in love.

…

Now the orange light wasn't enough to make you see your surroundings without your eyes hurting, so getting rid of the vivid memory you decide to immerse your thoughts in what you loved the most ‘create clothes’. Recently you were obsessed with a specific style you had noticed on the streets of the city, and the way women in particular looked most beautiful in the prints you had in mind, your goal now was to create a line to present in the same style and this had involved your last thoughts and efforts in the last few days.

You didn't know how to shake off the bittersweet feeling of having your childhood experiences in the same city, it was good when it came to homesickness, but you couldn't shake off the thought that would always go to Eddie Roundtree. After all, even after so long you couldn't shake the love that arose in your chest when his face came back to memory.

You smile when you remember that innocent and calm love that always surrounded you two, the first of so many things for each other, your firsts were his and his were yours. And even though he seemed to try, distance wouldn't erase that, but of course, the thought that he wanted to delete such memories hurt.

Of course, you weren't sure about that, you had no way of knowing if he actually wanted to erase everything you lived through since you didn't speak to each other anymore. But it was customary for you to always expect the worst so as not to be disappointed if it turns out to be true.

…

You accompanied your brothers to band practice with your sketchbook in hand, with no other plans for the afternoon other than watching them play while using the band and their inspirational styles. You guys liked the idea that in the future you would be successful as a fashion designer and they would be the biggest band in the world with you making every outfit they would wear off and on stage.

“Hey Y/N, glad you're joining us!” Chuck says as he opens the garage door for you to enter, you smile.

“Thanks for having me.” You thank him, already taking your place on the ottoman he used to leave for you there. "Cami, You came!" You say running towards your good friend, and now, sister-in-law.

“But of course, I wasn't going to miss a preview of your prom show.” She says hugging you back, then looking at the boys.

“Yeah, about that…” Your voice makes all the boys look at you scared. "No! Oh sorry, now that I noticed what you could understand, What I meant was that I don't even know if I'm going.”

“What? Why?” Warren asks, twirling one of the drumsticks in your left hand.

“I thought you were looking forward to it.” Graham adds, intrigued along with concerned.

“She was, what happened sunshine?” Eddie asks, you could see he was very confused.

“I just don't want to be alone, you all already have dates." You try to explain, they look at you intently. "And my friends too, so..."

“I thought you liked our dates." Chuck says, trying to tell you that you would still have their company.

“Yeah, and besides, you know Amanda is looking forward to meeting you.” Rojas says, referring to his date and new girlfriend.

Eddie didn't say anything, but you feel his gaze on you the entire time, which makes you avoid his gaze.

“Are you being serious?” Billy asks, his tone sharp as usual. You shrug. “I thought that Jamie guy was going with you." You can see he's holding himself back from rolling his eyes, and Eddie stops looking at you to look at him.

“Jamie?” Warren asks what everyone was wanting. "Really?”

“You said that it was a bad idea.” You say angrily to Billy, because he was acting like he wasn't partly to blame for this.

“Yes, but if you're going to complain about going alone, you'd better accept the invitation." You suck in a breath, and Billy triggers a deafening silence in the room.

“I'm going out for a walk.” You say leaving, if you let no one stop you or ask you to stay.

“Really bro?” You hear Rojas' voice as it fades out as you move away.

You don't know how long you spent kicking pebbles on the sidewalk outside your house, slowly becoming grateful that your house wasn't so far from Chuck's and that soon you were on your own. You feel the presence of someone approaching, and decide not to look at whoever it was, it was still daytime and you didn't feel threatened by being alone on the street.

“Billy is a dick!” Roundtree speaks, sitting next to you, and you laugh melancholically. “I'm sorry about him, you know that if you don't want you, you don't have to do anything, right?”

You nod, still looking ahead and not at him. And that's why you don't notice how nervous he was, thinking minutely about his next words and how to do it. He opens his mouth and closes it without saying anything a couple of times before getting straight to the point.

“Go with me.” That's all he says, and you look at him with a frown.

“Is this a joke?” You start to get irritated just by this prospect, he holds your thigh so you don't get up.

“No.” He makes it clear, and you try to understand what the hell was going on. “I don't have a date.”

“But you said…”

“Let me be clearer." He says, holding back a laugh. "I don't have a date anymore.”

“You didn't have to do that." You say, with a bittersweet feeling of happiness.

“I wanted to, and besides, you know my times with you are always amazing.” You feel your cheeks burn as your smile widens. "So, what do you say?”

“Of course, I'd love to go with you." You hug him, feeling your body fill with butterflies. "Thank you, really.”

“I'll pick you up at eight?" He says, seeing you get up to go to your house.

“But don't you go early to check the sound?" You say holding back a smile.

“Oh yeah, forgot about that.” He says scratching the back of his head. “Then...”

“We can meet at Chuck's.” You say, completing his reasoning.

…

You take a deep breath before you knock on the door, automatically holding your folder with your drawings close to your chest, as if that would protect them from any judgment you theorized could happen.

When the wooden object opens, you can't contain your smile, and open your arms to welcome your brother in a hug. He squeezes you with longing and happiness, in the corner of your eyes you can see the rest of the band smiling when they look at you. When breaking away from the hug, everyone in the band gets their due "hi" and "I missed you!" of you, as soon as you finish talking to Karen and getting to know her you turn to Roundtree.

“Hey.” You say in a low voice, as if anything that involved you and Eddie was a secret. Perhaps a force of habit.

“Hello Y/N” His voice comes out harshly, something you hadn't imagined coming from your reunion.

“Good to see you.” By this time, you were feeling the tension building up. “Look, maybe we should talk about…”

“I don't think that's a great idea.” He cuts you off, avoiding looking deep into your eyes.

“Oye Eddie, check out this vest that I brought!” Rojas' voice calls him, and you try to ignore the tightness in your chest.

“I'll see you around.” He says, walking over to the curly-haired drummer.

“Everything alright, honey?” Camila's voice makes you jump in fright, but when you come face to face with her, your body melts.

You hug her immediately, gradually feeling calmer. "I'm so glad you're here, you have no idea”

She notices your gaze fixed on Eddie when you leave the hug, and knows (more than anyone) what that gaze held. All the history you had since that prom, which was put on hiatus due to the reticence caused by your departure.

“So you and Eddie?” She asks, looking concerned.

“I fear that's not even a thing anymore.” You swallow your upset, and put into practice what brought you there. “Hey y'all, gather here! I can't wait to show you what I came up with since I knew you were coming.”

“You know we don't even have a record company yet, right?” Billy asks, but not in a harsh, rude tone. But in fact, genuinely curious.

“I know, but you wouldn't come here if you didn't believe you were going to wear these clothes on stage one day." You smile, causing your brother to do the same. “So shut up and come and see it.”

You see they laugh with you, not noticing that Eddie was holding his.

…

Your hands shook as you positioned the letter in front of your boyfriend, if you could call him that. For everyone, Eddie had only done you a favor on the day of the prom, but in reality you had been sneaking out ever since.

The vivid memory of the cold wind hitting your skin took you to that night, ‘The Dunne brothers’ had already made the show a while ago and he didn't take long to grab your hand and guided you to the roof. You had no idea if they were allowed to be there, but fuck it, you had finished school and nothing would be important after that night.

You sat together eating some food that you had brought, and the comfortable silence hovered between you. You feel his gaze on you, and you slowly gain the courage to say what you've been thinking since that day began.

“Thank you.” Your voice comes out in a whisper. “For doing this with me.”

“Are you kidding?” He says between a laugh. "I always have a blast with you. And to be honest, I kinda want this to last forever.”

“Yeah me too.” You look deep into his eyes, and see him get closer, interspersing his gaze between your lips and your eyes.

It stops when you are inches close, You feel his breathing and his intense gaze, little by little the party music fades away, being replaced by the beat of his heart.

“Why did you stop?” You whisper, looking now at his lips.

“Your brothers are going to kill me." He says jokingly, making you smile. “But I never cared what they thought anyway.”

One of his hands goes up to your cheeks, caressing your skin before kissing your lips. You didn't know what an explosion it would be like when it happened, but your body surrendered to it every second, and since then, you two haven't been able to put an end to it. And honestly, you didn't even want to.

Eddie takes the letter in hand, knowing that your nervousness probably indicated something. He wasn't angry, but disappointed, and it broke your heart.

“You were going to leave me a letter?” He speaks in disbelief, a few tears appearing in his eyes.

“Babe, let me explain…” You say but he interrupts you.

“You were going to leave, and I was going to be the last to know…” Your voice was choked, and you felt your tears running down your cheeks. "Damn sunshine, a fucking letter?!”

“I couldn't find the right time to tell you. " You say taking his hands, sitting next to him. "I didn't want to upset you…”

“Did you really think I was going to be upset?" He looked hurt by it all, and you wanted to disappear. "That I would be upset watching my girlfriend achieve her dream?"

“When you put it like that, well.” You close your mouth before finishing your thought.

“I wish you the best." He stands up, and you watch him closely. “You will rock, I'm sure.”

“Where are you going?” You say through tears, and he turns so you don't see his.

“I need some air. " He says, opening the door, and leaving.

You didn't see him in the days after, and on the day you were all packed to leave… he left you a letter.

...

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So basically I have this story in my head since a long time now but I can't choose which scenarios I like more so if maybe I could have your opinion on it ?? :) and sorry if it's too much (you can say no ofc!) but I would love to see how you'll extend those stories in your own way <3

Jake had been in love with you since a long time but never had the courage to tell you anything about it. To the point where he won't even try to show hints of a possible attachment. You both weren't best friends but still more than unknows.

You and him are in university and you started talking to each other when he got to sit next to you in class.

Jake has a best friend, which by time decided to go on a collocation with him and are now roomates. They know each other like no one else does, they talk about everything and knows everything about the other, true best friends. Jake's best friend is called Sunghoon. As much as you never said it, you can't deny Jake's beauty, inside and out. He has always been funny, nice to you and showed the greatest personality while he would also show to school with the most handsome face and fit every day.

Still, when he invited you to come to his house and that you accepted, meeting his friend was a whole new feeling. Kind of love at first sight ?

1 - You could see in his eyes that he also felt something, as big as you did. Jake introduce you both and you see a discreet smirk on his lips as he greets you. You then visit the house quickly before going to Jake's room. You both talk, play, laugh, and then you felt hungry so you went to the kitchen to eat. Jake stayed in his room, waiting for you.

Once you enter the kitchen, you see a tall figure, a handsome figure. It was Sunghoon. He was simply drinking water but gosh, the sight was incredible. How could someone look so handsome doing something so basic ? You were in your own thoughts when you finally meet sunghoon's gaze. You quickly look away and go towards the fridge. If you avoid eye contact, he'll not catch anything, right ? You got it wrong.

As your looking through the fridge, you feel hands around your waist. You turn around only to be kissed suddenly by Sunghoon. Nothing to crazy, it lasted maybe 4 seconds, but that was enough for you to want more. You dive in and kiss him back.

This time the kiss was more passionate, his hands on your waist tighten as one of his hands goes towards you neck, while your hands are on his chest and hair. You wanted this moment to last forever but...

"What are you doing?" You both stop in your tracks as you hear a voice coming from the door. You both stop the kiss and look at it, only to find Jake. He's looking at you only, not minding Sunghoon at all. "So? I asked you a question" he says as his gaze never leaves you. "I..."

You can't formulate any sentence right now, the scene is absurd. You look at Sunghoon for a bit only to find him chuckle. Does he thinks this is funny? It's so embarrassing, you thought. Sunghoon looks at you and peck your lips. Before you could say anything he stops you. "He saw us already, why not continuing. I'm sure he'll like having his crush being all over another man". Crush? Jake likes me? And what does he means by continuing? There's to much to process but he doesn't mind. He's gonna prove Jake that he is the one, not him.

2 - As pretty as he is to you, he doesn't seem to be as impressed by you. "So this is Y/N. She's gonna stay this night" . His best friend dosen't question it and just bows at you before going to his room. What was that ? "Sorry, he's a bit cold with people he doesn't know, I promise he's kind". You understand more, he might be shy or introvert. Still, you wish you could have talked to him "I understand don't worry" you say. "He's name is Sunghoon by the way". Sunghoon. Sunghoon. The name resonates in your head. Sunghoon, what a pretty name. And he's pretty too.

After some time, you and Jake are in his room. You both played some video games and are now laying in his bed. You promised him you could sleep on the couch but he insisted so you stayed with him, after all one night can't be that bad right, plus with a man like Jake...who wouldn't want to sleep with him.

You won't say you are in love but still enough to get shy when he's getting to close or jealous when he's friendly with other girls classmates. You both talk about nothing and everything until one sentence catches your mind.

"Do you...by any chances have any crush?" How was I supposed to answer this. Should I lie? I should probably lie. "I don't, what about you". You can see Jake's gaze being everywhere but towards you. He keeps quiet a bit before talking again. "I do...since a year maybe". Well that hurts, you can't really explain the feeling but imaginating somebody you like liking someone else, what could you have done to make him love you ?

"Who is it?" You ask. Jake dosen't answer, he simply looks at you and smile before looking at his phone. "It's getting late, should we eat before sleeping?" Oh boy, you won't change the subject like this. Before he can get up, you take his hand in yours and pull him towards you slightly "Tell me, I want to know" you both look at each other for a moment and without any other word said, he kisses you.

The kiss is starting gently, before getting more and more sensual. Hands going up and down on your bodies as you start to feel pretty hot by the scene you're living at the moment. "Jake, can I borrow your charge-"

Sunghoon's stops as he sees his best friend and you. Exact same as you do, Jake stops the kiss as he looks at his best friend. You can't hear them but you see Jake mouthing words to Sunghoon. "What are you doing? Get out!" , "But I need your charger" , "Bro..." , "Sorry, sorry. You can enjoy".

Sunghoon says teasing his friend as he leaves the room (without his charger). After this weird and kind of cute (?) interaction between the two boys, Jake looks at you. "Sorry, that's so embarrassing" he says but you promise him everything is fine, it wasn't his fault after all. Still, Sunghoon appearance surprised you, you loved Jake indeed but seing Sunghoon...you don't know what to think anymore.

You and Jake passed the whole night cuddling and kissing each other, you both started chatting about when you guys fell in love and stuff, not knowing that Sunghoon was behind the door the whole time. Firstly waiting for his charger, but mostly because even without showing it, he did felt something for you too when you entered the house. But he guesses your heart is all to Jake now, isn't it ? Or maybe would he try to make you his ?

SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LONG MESSAGE OMG

I'm sorry if it's bad too, I'm absolutely not a writer. I just had this story in my mind and didn't know what to do with it. Anyways love you and love your work too ❤️

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OMG I LOVED THIS

To be honest, I liked the second scenario better because I confess that I'm a big fan of clichés. I felt more involved in the second idea because Jake has liked the reader for a while, so I think it would be more satisfying for the two of them to end up together.

However, the story idea with Sunghoon is not bad either. It would be good wrote this idea in a separate story, like one with Sunghoon x reader.

Jake's attraction to the reader is greater than Sunghoon's. And about what Sunghoon feels, I think it's more of an attraction, while Jake is already in love, you know? (that's what I understood 😁😁). Therefore, Sunghoon would get over it faster than Jake, who would suffer a lot from a broken heart.

Also, in the first idea, since Sunghoon knows about Jake's crush, he would come across as a backstabber, girl stealer, douchebag, whatever you want to call it, which is a little funny. But still, Sunghoon would be a very bad friend 😭😭

And then there's... the third option, which would be a threesome 🤒🤒. The character is a little confused about what she feels towards the two, and they are both attracted to her, so nothing better than combining the useful with the pleasant and making it Jake x reader x Sunghoon 🫦🫦

Jake had been in love with you for a long time but never had the courage to tell you. You two weren't best friends but were definitely more than strangers. You started talking when he got to sit next to you in class, and since then, there was an unspoken bond. One day, Jake invited you to his house, and you accepted. Meeting his best friend, Sunghoon, was a whole new experience. The moment you saw him, you felt a strong attraction. You could see in Sunghoon's eyes that he felt something too. Jake introduced you both, and you noticed a discreet smirk on Sunghoon's lips as he greeted you. You all spent some time together, and later, you and Jake went to his room. After some time talking, playing games, and laughing, you got hungry and went to the kitchen. Jake stayed in his room, waiting for you. As you entered the kitchen, you saw Sunghoon standing there, drinking water. The sight of him doing something so basic was unexpectedly mesmerizing. Lost in your thoughts, you met Sunghoon's gaze. You quickly looked away and headed towards the fridge, hoping to avoid eye contact. As you rummaged through the fridge, you felt hands around your waist. You turned around only to be kissed suddenly by Sunghoon. The kiss was brief but enough to leave you wanting more. You responded by diving in and kissing him back, this time more passionately. His hands tightened around your waist, and one of them moved to your neck, while your hands were on his chest and hair. The moment felt like it could last forever, but then...

"What are you doing?" The voice startled both of you. You broke the kiss and looked towards the door to see Jake standing there, his eyes fixed on you. "So? I asked you a question," he said, his gaze never leaving you. "I..." You couldn't formulate a sentence. The scene was absurd. You looked at Sunghoon, who chuckled. Did he think this was funny? It was so embarrassing. Sunghoon looked at you and pecked your lips again. "He saw us already. Why not continue? I'm sure he'll like having his crush being all over another man," he said. Crush? Jake likes me? And what does he mean by continuing? There was too much to process, but Sunghoon didn't mind. He was going to prove to Jake that he was the one for you. Jake stepped into the kitchen, his expression unreadable. "Sunghoon, stop it," he said, his voice firm but controlled. "You know how I feel about her."

Sunghoon's smirk faded a bit, but he didn't back down. "I know, Jake. But maybe she feels something for both of us." You stood there, torn between the two of them. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Jake walked up to you and took your hand. "Hm... is it true? Do you have feelings for both of us?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for answers. You hesitated, but the truth was undeniable. "I... I don't know. I feel something for both of you," you admitted.

Jake sighed, looking at Sunghoon, then back at you. "What do we do now?" he asked softly. Sunghoon stepped closer, his confidence unwavering. "We could share her," he suggested. "If she's willing, we can make this work. We both care about her, and maybe she cares about us too." You felt a rush of emotions-excitement, confusion, fear. The idea was unconventional, but the thought of being with both of them was strangely appealing. "Are you both okay with that?" you asked, looking from Jake to Sunghoon. Jake took a deep breath and nodded. "If it's what you want, I'll try." Sunghoon grinned. "I'm in," he said, pulling you into another kiss. This time, Jake didn't stop him. Instead, he stepped closer, his hand resting on your shoulder as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. The night was full of exploration and discovery as the three of you navigated this new and unconventional relationship, the two friends' hands ran over your body, adoring you, as you felt the trails of their wet kisses and licks drying down your body. There were moments of jealousy, where Jake wanted to have more of you than Sunghoon, marking his hickeys over sunghoon's, making your moans and cheeky laughs from the younger one. That night and beyond, the three of you learned how to balance the relationship, making sure all parties were satisfied.

Sorry if it didn't meet your expectations :(

And I think you should really start writing! You have talent and I would read all your stories.

I also have more experience beta reading stories than writing them, and I really enjoyed giving my opinion on this idea of yours. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🤍🤍