#bad neighbors x ps reader

[queenimmadolla]

I need a part in the penny verse where the whole Eddie telling baby bump penny that her mom is going to be a MILF comes into play.

Like one we day the reader is picking up penny from school and maybe another kids dad flirts with her or like a new neighbor of theirs does and maybe Eddie’s reaction to that

Not even gonna front with you, I've been sitting on this for a min because I wrote it and then freaking forgot about it. I did take some creative liberties, but I think you'll like what I got for ya. Ps, ‘baby bump penny’ had my heart throwing up, I always forget that we get her in different phases of her existence and she was once in reader’s belly 🥹💘

to everyone else, sorry, I can't link shit but this is a follow up to a ton of other pennyverse entries so you can search that on my tumblr until the links work again. and i'm trying the keep reading cut again, let me know if it fucks up the post.

(dad!eddie munson x mom!reader)

Summary: Something's been bothering you these last couple of weeks and you won't tell Eddie what it is. Like that'll stop him, he's determined to figure it out.

warnings: a creepy (and freaking terrible) dad hits on reader, implied unwelcome advances, crude comments about reader and the female body (eddie sets this fucker straight), protective!eddie :)

Eddie knew you. He knew every fiber of your being, every marker in your past, all the ways you liked to style your hair, how you decided on what makeup to put on that day—if you even wore any—,the different types of silence you’d sink into and what they meant, your body (god, he was intimately in tune with it), and every different smile you wore. Eddie knew you.

  He just didn’t know exactly what went on in that beautiful head of yours. Eddie was positive he had a sixth sense catered only to you, it’d let him know whenever there was something wrong, something bothering you. It prompted him to approach you, watch you even more than he already did. Putting himself metaphorically in your shoes usually helped him figure it out the rest of the way, but for this particular occurrence, he had nothing to go on.

  For the past couple of weeks, since Penny had started preschool, you’d moved your work schedule around to go in earlier so you’d be out in time to pick Penny up from school and snag the baby from Maude and Wayne, who watched him while you and Eddie were at work.

  Eddie noticed a change in you. It was minor at first, a little frazzled when he’d get home, but you hid it well. Now, you looked bothered. Always zoned out, with a frown on your face. You never left the house like that, always gave him and the kids kisses before you went on your merry way (well, as happy as you could be going to a desk job), so it had to be something that happened after you left home that bothered you.

  It wasn’t work, you’d rant to Eddie about it if you had a bad day but you liked to leave work problems at your desk when you left it, something about not being paid to worry or think about work after hours.

  It bugged the fuck out of him. He’d tried to approach the subject before, leaving you openings to tell him what was going on but you always shrugged it off and went on about your day as if you hadn’t been upset over something. You couldn’t hide it completely, though. Not from Eddie, he could still see those split seconds where your mind wandered off and the corners of your lips twitched down.

  Given how stubborn you were, Eddie decided he’d need to take a more hands on approach. Since he suspected something was happening after you left home in the mornings and before he got home from work, he’d have to be present for that timeframe. 

  He’d left work around lunchtime, Norm was understanding about it and didn't really care all that much since it was a relatively slow day for business.

  His son had been delighted when he picked him up from his Grandpa and (grandma) Maude’s, squirming and wiggling in her hold until Eddie got a hold of him. Baby Wayne had immediately placed his hands on Eddie’s jaw, urging his dad to bend his head so he could rest his forehead against his own, those big eyes of his fluttering shut the moment they connected and soft coos of dada mumbled in between them, unlike Penny had, Wayne caught onto the baby babble of mama and dada. Penny hadn’t because one of you was always helicoptering around her so Princess Penny hadn’t felt the need.

Eddie would never get over how much his baby seemed to love cuddling with his parents, everytime baby Wayne was affectionate, he turned into goo, melting in his chubby hands. They lingered in the trailer for a couple of minutes while Eddie and big Wayne discussed how things were going in the apartment, though it had been more than a year since they’d moved in. Naturally, Wayne had asked why he was stopping by so early to pick up the baby so your change in demeanor came up in conversation.

  “Mmm, I been noticin’ ‘er actin’ odd whenever she comes to pick up little man. Seems fine when she gets ‘ere. ‘S when she leaves, she seems a little…”

  “Hesitant?” Eddie supplied and Wayne nodded, mouth pressed in a firm line.

  It was then that Maude Maple spoke up, something the widow rarely did in the presence of anyone other than Wayne, and it was with great hesitance.

  “She—she mentioned something once, about the pick up at Penny’s preschool. She didn’t go into too much detail, I think she’s bothered by it.”

  “Looks like I’m on pick-up duty today.” 

  After leaving Wayne and Maude’s and asking the latter to give you a call at work to let you know he picked the baby up, Eddie spent the rest of the afternoon with baby Wayne. It involved a food fight—yes, Eddie flung some back at him, he had it coming, when Wayne had decided he was done being fed and done with food that wasn’t coming from your boob so he’d thrown the macaroni at his dad’s face—a shared shower to rid evidence of said food fight, jamming out (terribly) on toy musical instruments before Eddie gave him a bottle and some cuddles while he put Wayne down for his nap. . . And fell asleep with him. 

  You came home to a suspiciously quiet apartment, a little too clean, save for a couple of toys in the living room. You found your boys in Wayne’s nursery, both of them in the crib. 

  It was a heartwarming and comical sight, Eddie’s legs were dangling outside of the crib and the baby was curled up on his chest, though he stirred at the sound of the door opening, pushing himself up off his dad as he blinked lazily at you, mouth parting to reveal a couple of little white nubs in his gummy smile, teeth coming in.

  He cooed softly, once. When you didn’t immediately go pick him up, he let out a stream of coos, loud and demanding but still loving as he tried to entice you over. When you still stood there giggling, he got mad, seemingly joining you in your laughter with his fake and very forced sounding baby laugh which quickly morphed into fake cries as he pushed himself to his feet and stood on Eddie’s chest, clinging to the bars of his crib as though he were a locked up criminal.

  Eddie groaned, hands moving to grab your son and you finally made your way over, picking Wayne up—much to his utter delight—to relieve Eddie of his weight.

  “Ouch, dude. You can’t just stand on people like that, it’s rude.” He croaked out, as his son’s weight was lifted off of his chest.

  Eddie couldn’t even be annoyed, not when he could see Wayne scrambling eagerly in your arms, face rubbing into your neck, chest, cheek, anywhere the little guy could reach in his desperation and excitement to be as close as he could to his mama.

  After giving Wayne’s tummy some tickles, amplifying his excited wiggles with a few ‘so excited, so excited’s, you leaned over so the both of you could stare down at Eddie, amusement cloaking your pretty features.

  “I think it might be time to get you a big boy bed.”

  Eddie huffed out a laugh and then groaned once more as he tried to sit up as much as he could, which wasn’t a whole lot given the fact half of him was hanging out of the crib.

  “This is gonna be fun,” he mumbled, but eventually he was able to maneuver himself out of it without breaking it. He placed his hands on his lower back, arching until it gave away to a satisfying pop.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s good.”

  “Daddy’s so silly, huh?” You asked your son, bouncing him in your arms as you placed a kiss on his curly head before directing your next question to Eddie, “Is everything okay, baby?”

  “Just peachy, honey.” He was definitely gonna have to ask you to rub his back tonight. “Wanted to have some one-on-one time with him, even if he regularly abandons me the moment you’re in sight.” 

  Eddie reached a finger out to tickle Wayne’s stomach, smirking when he laughed and tried to hide further in your hold.

  You smiled at their interaction, though the joy quickly flitted from your expression, “Do you want to watch him? While I go pick up Penny?”

  Another obvious tell something was wrong: you’d chosen to come home, put an intentional stop between getting off of work and picking up Penny. It was almost as though you needed time to prepare yourself, which was a giant freaking red flag to Eddie considering you used to drive straight over to her school and wait for her. 

  “Why don’t you stay with him? I can go pick her up.”

  The light returned to your eyes.

  “Really? I mean—I don’t mind, I don’t want to get in the way of your bonding time.” 

  “He’s clearly over me,” The sentence was whispered at his son with fake aggression, which left Wayne a giggling mess once more, Eddie chuckled and gave his son’s chin an affectionate squeeze and wiggle, “I’ll pick up Princess Penelope, she loves the disapproving looks people give me.”

“Shut up!” You laughed, leaning up to give him a kiss before he snatched his keys off the counter.

“I’ll see you soon, beautiful.”

“Say bye-bye to daddy!” You encouraged your baby, bouncing him a little against your hip. “Buh-buh.” He waved his chunky little hand, smiling wide for his dad. 

When Eddie collapsed into the door, hand clenched over his heart, you added, “Blow daddy a kiss!” Baby Wayne lifted his palm to his mouth briefly before extending his arm out in Eddie’s direction, “Mah!” Eddie pretended to catch it, smacked the invisible kiss over his mouth and blew one right back at his baby before he forced himself out the door.

   His kid was so cute, it was a federal offense. The drive to Penny’s preschool was short, thanks to living close by. Eddie hopped out of the van–he and a couple of the guys from the shop installed a backseat prior to Penny’s birth–and made his way to the waiting area. Eddie had never gone to a preschool as a kid so he couldn’t exactly judge the pick up and drop off routine, but Penny’s preschool rarely allowed anyone in. They simply walked  up to one of the entrance doors, rang a special doorbell attached to the building, and one of the teachers or aides or whatever would verify the adult picking them up if they didn’t recognize them and then bring the kid out.

  Which meant Eddie had to stand around with other adults. There’d been a couple of them already waiting when he’d arrived, so he’d made himself comfortable on a nearby column as he waited, mind once more preoccupied with reasons as to why you didn’t seem to enjoy picking Penny up anymore. You liked Penny’s teacher, could it be one of the aides giving you a hard time? No. That’s something you would have told him.

Eddie was so distracted, he hadn’t noticed another body settle against the wall across from him.

“You a new dad? Haven’t seen you around before.”

  “What?” Eddie blinked, roused from his thoughts. The guy across from him looked like he was in his mid thirties, dressed in a skeezy suit that looked like it belonged on a car lot rather than an office, and had really big, overly white teeth he couldn’t seem to put away.

“Not a new dad, a new dad to this school. Although, you do look a little young.” The stranger clarified with a shrug.

There was something about him that Eddie immediately disliked. He could tell this was not only their first interaction, it would also be their last.

“No, I usually do the drop off.” Eddie stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket, eyes flashing back to the entrance door just in time to make eye contact with one of the aides, he saw the recognition in her eyes before she closed the door again and felt less annoyed with the situation knowing she’d be retrieving Penny. 

  He hadn’t really left room for conversation, but the guy still continued.

  “Gotcha, gotcha.” His head bobbed around, Eddie thought if he listened carefully enough, he could hear his brain rattling in there, “I used to be on drop off duty myself, but I hated getting the kids ready. I’ve got four of those little monsters, every little task takes goddamn near twenty minutes.” Oh, no. This guy didn’t say it with annoyance, no, he seemed contemptuous when he talked about his kids. Eddie didn’t like that.

“Wouldn’t be so bad if my wife could just get a grip on them,” Maybe she could if she had help, you’re clearly useless, “Name’s Neil, by the way.” Eddie just raised his chin in acknowledgement. One would think ol’ Neil would catch on to Eddie not wanting to talk to him, but one would be wrong. “Yup. ‘S why I’m not on drop off duty. Sure, the pick up has its faults, kids always smell like a stale fart from all that running around and they’re babbling non-stop the whole ride, but I think you’ll find you’ll like being on pick-up duty,” Then he leaned in, like he was telling a secret and whispered out, “Most of the hot moms do the pick-ups.”

  That sixth sense Eddie had for you? Yeah, it was on freaking fire, hot red and jumping around. He was positive he now knew the reason behind your discomfort with picking Penny up. 

  Some fucking creep wouldn’t leave you alone. Eddie’s jaw ticked, hands clenched into fists from the insides of his pockets. He didn’t say anything, but that wasn’t necessary with this guy.

“Man, you should see some of them. You gotta wonder why they only have one kid, I’d be all over that.” He gave a low whistle before he let out the most unflattering of cackles.

  “You missed most of the show, but there’s this one mom–god, the body on this one. . .and she’s always done up, think she works in an office or something, but she’s a sight for sore eyes. A real MILF. She’s only got one kid, too. Little girl she picks up, so you know she’s tight.”

Eddie would be committing a crime, because he knew he was talking about you. He was going to murder this asshole. He was gonna strangle Neil with his own intestines and get rid of the body in the town dump where he belonged.

  He must have not noticed the crazed glint in Eddie’s eyes because the idiot kept going, “I know what you’re thinking, I’m not actively planning on doing anything. Haven’t seen her in a couple of days, pretty sure she’s working late or something because she’s gotta be snatching this kid up late. Heard she’s married to some greasy mechanic and a pretty little thing like that coming to pick up her kid with these dads around? Shit, I wouldn’t be letting her out of the house. He’s signing her up for this. You gotta wonder if she likes the attention. She’s got this shy thing going on, though. Always so meek when I’m chatting her up. Not like my wife.” Neil’s face contorted in disdain, “Four fucking kids, man.” Okay, Eddie would be murdering him on behalf of you, and his wife. And the rest of the human population. He’d had enough, it was time to make sure this shit wouldn’t be continuing. “You got any pictures?” Eddie asked, feigning interest for the first time since he’d come up to him. Neil scoffed and dug around in his pocket, “Wife won’t let me go anywhere without them, you know how it is. Constant reminders and all that, like she doesn’t trust me to not forget.”

Eddie tried not to snatch the photo out of his slimy hands, frown deepening when he realized Neil’s story about having a wife and kids was not in fact made up. Four beaming little faces stared back up at Eddie, with a pretty fifth smile in the picture. She was severely out of her husband’s league, seemingly juggling all the responsibilities on her own, all of them underappreciated and unfortunately stuck with him.

“Beautiful family,” He commented, eyes flashing to the door just as it opened to reveal Penny and the aide. He returned the photo and pulled out his wallet from his pocket by its chain. Eddie flashed the photo inside to Neil, who immediately looked like he was going to shit himself. The photo was of you sitting on the couch, Wayne sitting between your legs and Penny standing on the cushion next to you, clutching your shoulder as you all smiled for him.

  Eddie slipped the wallet back into his pocket, and just as Penny began to run over, he leaned in to whisper like Neil had earlier, “Here’s what’s gonna happen: you're not ever gonna talk to my wife again or I’ll fuck you up. If you so much as look in her direction, I’ll kill you. If you think about her, I’ll beat you 'til the bones of my knuckles break through the skin. I’ll make sure you experience pain like you’ve never felt before. Bones can heal, but I promise you they don’t grow back, you pathetic fucking worm. You don’t deserve your wife, who gave you four fucking beautiful children, and you don’t deserve your kids, either. If I ever see her in public, I’m gonna tell her that so you’d better start appreciating her now. I’ve got a friend who wants a ton of kids and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me sending him their way. Got it?” Neil, good ol’ clammy, pale faced Neil swallowed hard and silently nodded as Penny finally reached him, arms already outstretched. Eddie swooped her up before she ran into him, relishing in the way her arms wrapped tightly around him in a hug. And this fucker was annoyed to have four little people who gave him these.

“Hi, sweet pea! Daddy’s just gonna finish up this conversation with Neil here and we’ll head home to mama, okay?”

Penny nodded eagerly, turning her head to stare inquisitively at the man she knew was her friend Izzy’s dad.

  Eddie took Penny’s backpack off of her with her help and slid it over his free arm, “I’m glad we understand each other, Neil. And if we don’t, my buddy Steve’s on speed dial.”

  He smirked as he walked away, leaving Neil both dumbstruck and terror stricken. Eddie didn’t even stop when he recalled a small inaccuracy Neil had mentioned, calling over his shoulder, “And we have two kids!”

What a jerk.

“Tell me about your day?” Eddie asked as he slid open the backseat door and leaned forward so Penny could climb into her booster seat. “Oh, boy, daddy! It was long! First, teacher said we were gonna draw with crayons but she change-ed her mind and we got to paint with our fingers instead!” She displayed her clean, paint free fingers for him as Eddie buckled her in, “Oh, yeah? Did you paint me a picture?” “Yeah, ‘s in my pack pack. But we only gotted to paint for a little while ‘cause Stanley tried to eat it.” “Not again, Stanley.” “I know!” Penny filled him in the rest of the drive home, while he got her out of her seat, the entire walk into the apartment building, only stopping when he opened the door for her and she caught sight of you. “MOMMY!” She let go of Eddie’s hand to run into your waiting arms. “Hi, baby! Did you have a good day at school?” You asked after you’d gotten in a good cuddle squeeze. “Uh huh! I painted with my fingers!” Penny ran back to Eddie and dug around in the backpack now dangling at his side until she retrieved a very poorly folded piece of thick paper. “I gotta show Waynie, first!” She bypassed you and ran straight for her baby brother, who was clutching the seat cushion of the couch and bobbing up and down. He’d be walking any day now. Eddie set Penny’s yellow backpack down on the counter as he closed the distance between you, arms wrapping around your middle to pull you flush up against him. “I don’t know how you do it, they make you wait forever.” He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours as you laughed. “It’s not that bad!”

“Yeah, well, regardless, you should be having a much easier time picking her up.”

It was easy for you to read between the lines and pick up his real meaning. Your eyes widened in surprise for a moment before they softened, and you leaned further into him, hands resting on Eddie’s shoulders. “Thank you.” You’d been afraid to mention the invasive and unwelcome attention you’d gained from one of the dads. Ashamed. He’d been vulgar, blatant and creepy. Even on the days he wouldn't approach you, you could still feel his eyes on you, on your body. It made you feel gross and cheap, even though you hadn’t done anything wrong. You’d politely tried to get away from him when you’d find yourself in that situation, but where you went, he followed. Soon, you’d begun waiting in your parked car until Neil left, and when that wasn’t good enough, you’d either go home and wait until just before they closed–which you hated because you didn’t like to keep Penny waiting there when she could be at home–or wait in the parking lot at work until you’d make it when all the other kids were mostly gone. It was draining, and made you dread the end of the work day. 

“You never have to thank me,” Eddie leaned down just as you leaned up to kiss him, mouths mingling a little more on the wet side since you knew neither of your kids’ attention was on you. When you finally broke away, Eddie licked his lips and sighed. “Seriously, though. I don’t know how you do it. Men are gross and creepy, I wanted to deck him before he even really said anything. And what he did say–ugh. Let me know if you see his head turn in your direction, honey, ‘cause I made a promise I’m eager to not break.” You hummed appreciatively as you leaned up for more kisses, “My hero.”

[frost-queen]

Secrets of the well (Reader x Ed Warren)

Requested by: @slowlyghostlydream, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine

Summary: You and Ed have been married for a while now & take on a case about a young boy. (ps. I didn't do a full on case as that would require me to like write sooo many pages haha)

The suitcase clicked shut as you took a deep breath. A pair of hands moving up your arm to your shoulders. It made you inhale deeply, leaning your head back. A presence neared as the touch of lips in your neck, tickled you. You slowly turned around, facing your husband Ed. – “What is the matter love?” – he asked wrapping his arms around you. As a reaction you shrugged a shoulder. – “I’m not sure.” – you responded.

Ed grabbed you by the chin, titling it up so that you were forced to look at him. – “Tell me.” – he insisted upon, knowing very well what kind of life he was leading with you. You took another deep breath, something uncertain reflecting in your eyes. – “It is just… a feeling…” – you said cautiously. – “A feeling?” – Ed repeated with half a smile. Rolling with your eyes, you moved away from him. – “No, no wait honey!” – he called out, grabbing for your hand to pull you back. He had it, moving you back in front of him.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” – he said tugging some hair behind your ear. He brought your hand up, looking teasingly at you whilst leaving a kiss there. – “Please… tell me.” – he stared yearningly at you, hoping he hadn’t been too much of an ass just now. You sighed hard, chest falling with the intensity of your breath. – “It is just a feeling I can’t shake off.” – you told him nervously.

Ed smiled sympathetically at you. – “Maybe I should go alone?” – he said not wanting to put you in any danger. – “God no!” – you cursed with a glare. – “We are in this together Ed. It is you and me or nothing at all.” – you reminded him with a firm poke in his chest. Ed laughed loud. – “You and me darling.” – he smiled before kissing your cheek. He reached around you for the suitcase, taking it with him from the bed. You took a deep breath, staring at the window for a moment.

Letting your hand rub over your neck, you stared yourself lost at the glass. Caught up with your own thoughts as they whispered loudly in the back of your mind. – “Y/n!” – hearing your name made you snap out of it. Turning your head, you saw Ed stand in the doorway. – “Are you coming love?” – he questioned. You nodded, taking your coat from the table, and heading down with him. Ed was carrying the heavy suitcase up to the car.

Opening the trunk to stash it there. You stepped onto the driveway up to the car. Ed greeted a neighbor before closing the trunk. You moved your hand to your neck, feeling the cross necklace underneath it. You took it between your fingers, rubbing it softly. You then walked over to Ed who held the car door open for you. He started the car, driving off.

You were looking outside of the window. Following the passing of the car as Ed drove past the town’s sign. Suddenly the music on the radio stopped, only static coming through. – “Stupid radio.” – Ed called out, turning on the knob to switch between stations. You stood with wide eyes, staring at the radio as out of each station kept coming static. Ed didn’t seem to be bothered with it. – “Ah!” – he said finally finding a station that played music again.

As quickly as it came, it was gone. You looked at your husband who was tapping his fingers on the wheel on the rhythm of the song. For some reason it didn’t bother him. To you it felt like a bad omen. As much of a bad omen as the feeling snuggling deep inside of you. You must have fallen asleep cause the next thing you remember is Ed nudging you awake. – “We are here darling.” – he whispered as you slowly sat yourself better. Looking outside you saw the light outside had darkened.

Changing into a vibrant orange as the sun was setting. Ed and you got out of the car, eyes focused on the house seemingly in the middle of nowhere. No neighboring houses nearby. The door opened as a lady got in sight. Ed and you walked up to greet her. – “You must be Ms. Field.” – Ed spoke, shaking her hand. – “And you Ed and Y/n Warren?” – she responded, shaking your hand. – “We are.” – you answered. Ms. Field led you inside.

You admired her interior. Not too fancy, not too simple. Just ordinary. She guided you towards the living room where you saw Mr. Field and their two children. – “Honey, these are Ed and Y/n Warren.” – She said as her husband got up. – “Nice to meet you.” – Ed said, shaking hands with him. You smiled, suddenly drawn downwards. The youngest of the children, a boy clutched onto his father’s leg. You tilted your head a bit to the side with a warm smile. – “Hello.” – you said. The child tilted his head equally to the side, staring right back at you.

His eyes widened briefly with mischief. He brought a finger to his lips, quietly shushing you. It made you swallow nervously. The young boy curling up a smile. You diverted your gaze to the father and the daughter. You noticed how afar she stood from her father and the little boy. Her hands folded neatly in front of her. Gaze locked onto your husband. Ms. Field offered for you to sit. Ed and you sat down. Ed jumped back up, taking out a toy from underneath him. – “Sorry.” – Mr. Field said taking the toy train from him. – “No problem at all.” – Ed responded, checking behind him to be certain there weren’t any more toys up to surprise him.

Mr. Field ordered the children to go play upstairs to leave the grown-ups to do the talking. You kept a watchful eye on the youngest boy. Something seemed off about him. He looked over his shoulder to you with the coldest glare you had anyone ever seen you give. His chin tilted down with a cold stare.

It made you shudder. If it wasn’t for Ed taking your hand, you might have trembled to the bone. You and him shared a glance. You alright? He mouthed. You nodded reassuringly, holding his hand tighter. As usual Ed began with a set of questions. He needed information to know what kind of problem he was looking upon. Poltergeist? Lost spirits? Demons? He needed to know for sure to know what kind of approach he should take on.

Your gaze went upwards to the ceiling, knowing the children were playing upstairs. Ed and you jumped out of the sofa when the girl came running downstairs with screams. Mr. and Ms. Field getting up as well. The girl stormed into the room, holding her wrist. – “Mariana what happened?” – the father asked. – “Michael bit me!” – she cried out, showing her finger to her father. Ed and you approached. Ed’s eyes widened at the clear bitemarks around her finger. – “Michael!” – Ms. Field called out angry.

You looked up to the staircase, seeing Michael sit by the railing in clear darkness. No light falling onto that spot. He smiled, yet not with a smile of his own. His shoulders shuddering with laughter. If you focused it was almost as if you could hear an older voice laugh. It was there and then that your suspicions around the boy became clear. He was the cause. Ed helped aid Mariana’s finger with care.

Ed and you went to your hotel nearby. Ed sat by the small table, looking through some notes. – “Ed honey…” – you said worryingly. – “It’s the kid.” – he answered to your surprise. It made you widen your eyes that he was spot on without even hearing your words. He turned round in his chair to you. He took a deep breath. – “I could tell by your reactions something was off. It wasn’t till the bite, that I pinned two and two together.” – he said, getting up to join you on the bed. – “Ed darling, I think we aren’t talking about some silly hauntings anymore.” – you spoke with concern.

He nodded, brushing his thumb against your cheek. –“I know…I believe we are at demonic possessions.” – he sighed out, wishing it hadn’t been true. You took his hand, rubbing your fingers smoothly over his skin. Ed and you crawled into bed, giving each other a goodnight kiss. You turned to the side as Ed wrapped his arms around you. Snuggling very close to you. – “Good night darling.” – he mumbled falling half asleep.

“Good night…” – you whispered, staring right in front of you. The darkness in the hotel room gave you an eerie feeling. As if you were to expect something. Aware of your own heart beating loudly in your ear. Taking your cross necklace in your hand, you finally closed your eyes.

Somewhere in the night, you were tossing and turning your head on your pillow. Laying on your back. Ed’s arms nowhere around you. A sense of frightens crawling up to you. Starting from the toes up till your shoulders. Like long fingers it stretched over your body with the slightest of tingle. Your hand plopped to the side. Brows furrowing together in your sleep as you felt something wet. It was sticky as it wettened the back of your hand. It made you widen your eyes. Sitting up straight, you brought your hand up to your eyes.

Yet it was too dark to distinguish what it was. Bringing your hand even closer to you, you took a sniff. Eyes widening at the familiar smell of blood. In a panic, you tossed over, fidgeting to turn on the nightlamp. In a second lighted the hotel room up. The wetness on your hand suddenly clear. The red stain staring luringly back at you. It was dark and seemed fresh. Furrowing your brows once more, you felt a wetness by your side. Staining your nightgown. You looked to the side; a scream caught in your throat. It trapped itself deep down your throat. Blooded hand moved trembling to your mouth upon the horrors.

Eyes were widened so far it hurt your eye muscles. You wanted to scream, cry, vomit at the sight. Ed. Your dear Ed, laying lifeless beside you. His throat slit, laying in a pool of his own blood. Body shuddered as a scream found it’s way out. A cry in pure agony. You grabbed Ed’s shoulders, pulling at him. – “Ed!” – you cried out in a panic. – “No…no please… don’t leave me! I need you Ed!” – you screamed, tears streaming down your face.

His eyes flashed open. Pure as white making you jump back. Eyes snapped open, making you look to the side. A sigh of relief hitting you as you saw your husband breathing peacefully with his face towards you. It was but a dream…no not a dream, a nightmare. You shot up, needing a moment to process the dream that felt so vivid. You screamed again, seeing the little boy stand in your hotel room, surrounded by darkness. His white teeth reflecting through the darkness.

Eyes widening, you shot awake with a loud gasp. Having risen from your sleeping position. Ed shot awake as well. – “Y/n! what’s wrong?” – he immediately stood in defense mode, looking around. You were panting. Sweat dripping down your back and neck. You looked at Ed, bursting in tears. He wrapped his arms around you, cherishing you. – “It is alright… whatever you saw it is gone…” – he told you, tightening his grip around you.

You kept crying, pinching Ed in his cheek. – “Au.” – he called out humorously. – “What was that for?” – he asked. – “To be certain you are real.” – you responded. – “I am real.” – he said seeing how scared you were. You laid your head against his chest, snuggling up to him. How was this possible? You thought for sure you had already woken up… twice. Could it be? A dream within a dream?

The next morning you were wary to go back inside the house and be confronted with the child. There was no doubt it somehow tried to scare you. You staid close to your husband while he swept the house with his device. You followed him around like a stray pup rewarded with treats. Ed and you were in Michael’s bedroom. Ed knelt down by the bed as he let his device sweep over the matrass. – “Are you searching for ghosts?” – you turned your head seeing Mariana stand in the doorway. Ed turned to look worriedly up to you. – “I know what you are.” – she said staying in the doorway.

“Can…can you rid my brother of this evil?” – she asked fumbling with her hands. Ed and you looked at each other as he slowly rose. – “That… that isn’t my brother anymore. He’s different. I can feel it. He’s scary…” – Mariana confessed. – “He should’ve never…” – her lip started to tremble. – “I told him to leave it… but he wouldn’t listen…” – she cried out desperately. – “What? What did you tell him Mariana?” – Ed asked curiously. – “The token.” – she whimpered out.

You rushed over to her, calming her. You looked worriedly over at Ed. Ed nodded agreeing with you. – “Tell me about this token Mariana.” – you asked brushing her hair back. Mariana shuddered with tears. – “It was… round… hay woven around it as it stuck out at several points… like a star.”- she explained. – “It…it had some hairs woven between the hay… hair with red tips…” – she continued.

Ed looked frantically at you. – “Where did you find this?” – he asked. Mariana moved a trembling finger at the window. Making Ed and you look. – “The well.” – she said shaking. – “Show us.” – Ed demanded gently. You helped Mariana up to her feet. The three of you went downstairs to the front door. Mariana guided you around the house, far onto the property. By an old willow tree stood indeed a stone well. The leaves of the willow rustling carelessly in the absence of wind. Mariana came to a sudden halt, not wanting to come any closer.

Ed approached the well as you staid by Mariana’s side. – “Y/n, come!” – he called out. You let go of Mariana, giving her an encouraging nod before joining your husband. – “It’s boarded up.” – he told you. The pit of the well was indeed boarded up with wooden planks. –“Father did it!” – Mariana called out. – “After Michael had fallen in.” – Ed hummed loud. – “How could anyone have fallen in?” – you whispered to him. – “Unless something lured him in?” – Ed added thoughtfully. – “We have to open this up.” – he said as you put a stop to him.

“Are you certain? Perhaps things are best left untouched. We do not want to open Pandora’s box.” – you responded with concern. Ed placed a warm hand on yours that laid on his arm. – “Darling, we must… to understand Pandora’s box, we must open it.” – he said. You exhaled deep, taking a step back. – “Where is the shed?” – he asked Mariana. She pointed at the side as Ed made his way over to it. You staid with Mariana, moving your arm around her. – “What are you doing?”

You gasped spinning around. Eyes widening at Michael near you. He tilted his head to the side, looking past you to the well. He narrowed his eyes at you. – “Michael…” – you said eyeing the shed. He turned his head, seeing Ed come out of the shed holding a sledgehammer. His eyes widened. – “No!” – a loud voice came through, not sounding like his. You gasped when Michael ran up to you with claw like hands. He grabbed you firmly pushing you up against the well.

Your back arched when you hovered over the wooden planks. Michael grabbing you firmly. His face contracted with pure anger. He started shouting and cursing in a language you did not understand. His eyes darkened as for a moment you saw his face physically take on another shape. Something monstrous. It made you scream loud as it tried to keep pushing you onto the wooden planks, so you’d break through and fall. Mariana was screaming and crying.

It kept raging on, black goriness dripping down his mouth. You kept shaking your head to not have it fall onto your lips. – “Y/n!” – Ed screamed out, running over to you. He knocked Michael in the back with the handle of the sledgehammer. His grip faltered on you. Ed grabbed your arm, pulling you off the well. – “Are you alright love?” – he asked holding your hand firmly. You nodded shaken. Ed furrowed his brows, wiping some blackness of your cheek.

You wrapped your arms around him. Ed looked concerned down at Michael unconscious. The claim was firm on him. It wouldn’t be an easy job to release Michael from the demon taking possession of him. Ed kissed your cheek; glad you are unharmed. For that was his biggest worry. If you had fallen through the wooden planks, you could’ve broken your neck and lie dead at the bottom.

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It is I!! With (yet again) another small Idea I JUST had

Imagine this: Corpse x Apartment neighbor reader, where one night Corpse just Scream to the top of his lugs and then the reader screams back just for fun and then they get to know each other that way

I found it kinda funny honestly but that's like a rough idea of what I just thought let me know if ya liked it, k?

-with love Miss Kia

PS: Remember to take care even if it's just sleeping a bit or a glass of water okay?🥰 Whatever you do is good enough for us

PS2: Please tag me with it done, if you do make it ☺️

Hi dear! I know it's been literal months since you sent in this request but I've finally gotten around to it and I hope the final product makes the wait worth it. Love you with all my heart, Vy 💕

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of Anxiety and Stress, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: see request above

As you slump against the only standing piece of furniture in your otherwise barren living room, you can't help but sigh. Boxes surround you, silently judging you for leaving them in their status quo for yet another day. Postponing the inevitable unpacking awaiting you isn't much of a choice with your busy schedule but it is what it is and anything else would be making excuses. And there's nothing you hate more than making excuses.

You moved into this new apartment three days ago and yet you have only spent twelve hours in it total. Your stuff is still in boxes which you are quite frankly afraid to open, worried of all the broken crap you'll find because the movers you hired turned a blind eye to the large bold letters the word FRAGILE was written in.

Working two jobs is the only way you can pull through your final year of college but it's starting to feel like you're digging your mental health and sleep schedule a grave instead.

You wanna scream. Scream your fucking lungs out. But you can't with these shitty thin walls. You don't want your neighbors to think you're a nut-job. At least not already. Hell, they haven't even seen your face. You could be living next to Leonardo DiCaprio and have zero clue.

Ok, full disclosure, the building is filthy, so Leo is certainly not living next-door but a serial killer might be.

And speaking off....

Just as that ridiculous though passes your mind and causes you to chuckle, the aforementioned thin walls are straight up rattled by a guttural scream, the vibrations of which nearly bring the ceiling down on you.

You let several moments go by as the building settles in it's slot in the Earth following that vocal earthquake. You stare blankly at the wall behind which the scream emanated from, the wall separating you from your neighbor.

That serial killer thing seems to check out, you think to yourself as your loopy, exhausted brain hits the wrong instruction button, sending you in a fit of quiet giggles.

They can't think I'm a loose canon if they're just as bad, can they?

You decide they can't and go on and rip your friendly neighbor a new one. A scream much stronger, louder and longer that simultaneously establishes your dominance as well as deflates the tension that had built up in your chest.

It's the relief you've needed for a while now.

Similar silence follows your scream, leaving you to catch your breath, head tilted back with peace you haven't felt since you decided to move.

At least until there's a knock at your door.

"Hey, um, you good in there?"

The knock maybe put you on edge, but the voice is what seriously caught you off-guard. In all honesty, it intrigued you more than you'd like to admit. Not enough to get you to open the door, but enough to get you up from the couch and get you to approach the door at least a little.

"You're one to talk. You started the chain, pal." You retort without a second's hesitation which probably should have been considered, with the whole serial killer theory and all.

You hear the guy chuckle, "Desperate times call for desperate measures. It's not like I own a stress ball."

Another step brings you closer to the door, "I mean, they don't really do much. And therapy is expensive. Scaring your neighbors is free."

"I scared you?" He has the audacity to sound shocked, almost offended, "You scared me!"

"You bet your ass I did. Gotta let you know who the boss is around here." You sass right back, unable to prevent the bubbling laughter from escaping you.

It mirrors his, "Well, boss, wanna open this door? I feel a little looney and I probably look so too. Talking to a door and all."

His comments provokes a mumbled apology from you as you, against all the better judgement your 2-minutes-ago self possessed, go to open the door.

And my, oh my, did you win the neighbor lottery. You got a lethally cute one.

"Hi there, neighbor." You greet the taller figure crowned by a mop of messy dark curls. His dark eyes barely peer through the curtain.

But you still manage to make out his smile, even with the mask blocking it from direct view, "Hello to you too, neighbor."

"Y/N, nice to meet ya."

"Corpse, the pleasure's all mine."

His name wouldn't help his serial killer case if you weren't so focused on the few features of his you could see.

There's a brief beat of silence he puts an end to with a shy yet still witty comment, "I know you're supposed to bring baked goods to new neighbors but I can't cook for shit....I got beer though?"

A smile brightens up your face which clearly releases some tension from him, "Say no more, Corpse. You got my full attention. Even if you might be a serial killer."

His eyes blow wide, "What?"

So do yours, "What?"

Well, if that isn't the most rom-comy thing ever. Hallmark and audience approved.

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Forever And A Day (KTH x READER) series ♡ The Art Exhibit (Chapter 6)

Summary: your lifelong friend is forced to face his true feelings for you once he breaks the number one rule of becoming friends with benefits: dont fall in love. He knows he loves you, but you on the other hand need more convincing of the most important thing: the right decision.

Genre: fwb. Roommates, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, the whole 9 yards tbh.

Pairing: taehyung x female!reader

rating: 18+ (minors dni!!!)

word count- 5k

chapter warnings!- swearing, alcohol, this is kind of a fluffy ass chapter, but the end is a little frusterating. NO BAD VIBES THOUGH! reader is finally happy rn. tw: annie.

a/n- Hi guys! first of all, HAPPY SPRING! Also happy Ramadan to anyone who is celebrating!! I really wanted to publish this by last Monday at least, but I ended up getting a cold, and then I had an exam this week too that I crammed studied for. I wasnt happy with the ending of this chapter and wanted time to fix it up a bit!! we are getting to the good stuff now so I really hope you enjoy! (ps. another thanks to all the likers, rebloggers, commenters, it means so much to see feedback, ily guys.

The song of this chapter was on repeat while I wrote it !!

This week had been good.

For the first time in what seems like forever, life was actually giving you a break....sort of.

"Kwan, cmon! I promise French isnt that hard if you just sit and let me teach you!" you exhale with a wide smile, looking at the 6 year old who was now running around the living room.

Since Tae quit his job, you decided to start picking up after school shifts to tutor your neighbor, Mrs.Chin, and her bratty 6 year old. You used to tutor her other child, Mimi, who was always well behaved, but she went to study abroad, leaving you alone with the devil reincarnated.

"I dont wanna! its stupid!" the younger child yelled back, making you take a moment to breathe before responding. "Kwan, I would appreciate if you let me teach you, or at least if you even sat down and listened to me read." you said calmly.

You looked over at the pouting boy and his action figures, arms now crossed over his chest as he glared. You sighed and ran your hands over your face, lets just say if the pay wasn't $90 an hour, you probably wouldn't submit yourself to this.

"Kwan." you said, getting up with your textbook and sitting on the floor next to him "your mommy hired me to help you learn, I really want to be able to teach you something here, because whether you realize it now or not, learning a second language is a really beautiful thing" you show him all the pages of notes youve taken from your own classes, watching him view it over.

"I wanna be here for you, we can be buddies, ok? no more fights, no yelling. How about this-" you turn around to him "If you let me teach you for a half an hour, 30 minutes, you can have 20 minutes of playtime, yeah?" you spoke softly

"mmkay.." he looked at you, nodding gently.

"aw, see, you are a good boy I knew you were, cmon, sit and i'll teach you how to introduce yourself in French, so when you go to daycare tomorrow, you can show it off to everyone" you smiled and gently tickled the boy, making him giggle loudly.

You really did enjoy teaching and learning, something about it just made you feel incredibly intelligent, and yes, you loved acting too, but the idea of being able to offer something new to someone genuinely got you excited. If you could go back and change your major to anything, It would probably be French or some other foreign language, teaching abroad doesnt sound too bad.

-

At the apartment, Tae had been cleaning a little bit more. He figured if he was going to have more free time, then he needed to learn to help out around the house....He also needed a distraction from the fact that tomorrow night is the art exhibit, and to say he was nervous was a complete understatement.

The work he'd been creating is done, but like always, he wanted to change it last minute. You sat with him last night and explained that it didnt need to be changed, and he needs to be more confident with himself and his art.

His thoughts were interrupted when you walked through the door, offering a quick smile at him before walking off into the kitchen. He put down his broom and walked over to you, "How did tutoring go?" He asks softly, watching you pour coffee into a mug. "It was okay" you shrug, looking at the clock and internally sighing, it was dinner time and you hadnt prepared anything.

"You okay?" he asks

you look back at him and lean against the counter, "yeah...Kaito was supposed to pick me up at 8, and I sat outside texting and calling him until 8:30, when I decided to just get an Uber home"

"why didnt you call me? I would have drove over there" he frowns, leaning against the opposite counter. "ah, didnt want to bother you" you shrug.

He sighed and looked down. "I made you dinner, by the way" he spoke, making you look up at him warily. "by made, I mean bought, dont worry theres no food poisoning here" he rushed, making you giggle.

"thank you tae, I really appreciate that" you walk over to hug him gently, telling him you were gonna wash up and shower before eating.

He finished cleaning the living room before finally crashing on the couch, watching as you left your room with a towel on your head, making him laugh. "are you gonna tell me my fortune"

You scoff and grab your bulgogi, sitting onto the couch next to him.

"yummy?" he asks, searching for something to watch, "mhm" you smiled and offered a bite which he gladly took.

"oh also, Because tomorrow night is the art show, I was thinking afterwards we should get dinner or something..." he trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

you turned your head to him, smiling softly, "hm that sounds fun. are we thinking Mcdonalds?" you giggle, making him laugh as well.

"nooo, no" his head shook, "I dont know yet, I'll look around."

"we can go to that Korean barbecue place that just opened, and celebrate your win" you shrug

"we dont know if Im gonna win, there are many talented artists participating. I have like no chance, y/n."

you scoff and shake your head, "you are telling me, that THE Kim Taehyung has no chance? I dont believe this!"

He smiled and watched as you rambled about how he has worked for this and deserves it, laughing quietly.

"yeah...I dont even care for the money to be honest. I Just want to go to Paris again...it was fun when we went last time" he sighed.

You chewed your food and nodded, standing up in front of him with your hands on your hips, "Mr.Kim, I am putting it into the universe now, that if somehow you dont win, I will make sure we both go to Paris once more"

"really?" he spoke after a moment, unable to take you seriously with the towel head.

"really"

"I dont think Kaito would like thattt" he sung jokingly, getting up and grabbing the blanket from the other side of the couch, covering himself in it.

"I dont careeee" you sung back before jokingly jumping onto him, squeezing his face as you continued to speak. "I dont even know where he is right now, probably drunk or something"

"does he get drunk a lot?" tae asked, smiling as you poked around his face with your hands. "yeah....kinda. He can handle it most times but.." you cut yourself off, not wanting to say anything else.

"but what?" tae asked, head turning to yours as you laid on him. Your eyes simply scanned over his face as he did the same with you. The urge to kiss him was there, but you knew better.

You got up and off him, making him sit up and look at you. "but what?" he repeated

"nothing" you smiled before stealing his blanket and running off to your room, making him get up to chase after you.

You were both laughing, but Tae was still catching his breath. You looked like you wanted to kiss him, no? His mind ran around in circles, ultimately convincing himself that he really does need to drop this and stop over analyzing everything.

He sat into his bed that night, looking over at his painting which leaned against his desk. He so desperately wanted tomorrow to be perfect, he wanted to win, but he also wanted to impress you.

His mind wandered down the rabbit hole. was it too clingy to ask to go to dinner after? was he annoying you and you didnt have the heart to tell him?

He rolled his face against his pillow, sighing heavily as tannie ran up and jumped on the bed, cuddling with him.

Across the hall you paced your room, glasses on as you tried to memorize your studying and figure out an outfit for tomorrow.

You gently hummed to yourself before moving the coat hangers around to see what you had, you dont exactly have 'art show' worthy clothes. You knew that ultimately it didnt matter, it wasnt about you, it was about him.

You climbed into bed and wrapped up your homework, deciding to pull your phone out and see if your boyfriend called or texted.

0 notifications

you sighed and opened up messages, texting him quickly.

you: hey....I hope you are okay? You havent texted or anything, im a little worried. you were supposed to pick me up today and then go for like coffee or something. did you forget? its okay if you did, just hope you are safe.

you bit your lip as you sent the message, waiting for a few minutes for a possible reply, but ultimately receiving nothing.

-

"ah, Yun Y/n, you really have impressed me, this is amazing"

you looked at your theatre teacher with hopeful eyes, glad that she appreciated the project script you stayed up to finish last night.

You bowed politely, "thank you so much, that means a lot"

"of course" she responded, taking her glasses off, "I really do hope you decide to take this class next year, you are one of my best students and I think the incoming freshmen would love to learn from your writing skills"

you smiled and nodded, "I dont see any reason why I wouldnt stay" you laughed lightly, making her nod, "good!"

she handed you your papers back with the received grade, allowing you to walk out into the hallway to see a certain someone.

"um...hello?" you spoke, aggravation evident in your voice. Kaito looked up from his bag at you, a guilty expression now showing.

"y/n, baby im sorry about yesterday"

"Look, I dont care about the pick-up thing, why couldnt you text me this morning even? I thought you died or something"

he laughs yet you were not amused. "My phone broke" he cleared his throat. You sigh and look around. "you know how many phones are on campus? you also have so many classes with Chae, would it kill you to relay the message?"

"im sorry, ok?"

you glared at him. 'Sorry' had become his broken record repeated phrase lately, and honestly, it didn't sound all to genuine anymore.

"yeah" you shrug and begin to walk away before he stops you. "Oh, are you free tonight?"

you stop and turn, shaking your head, "no, I have plans"

He scoffs, "doing what?"

"I have an art show with Taehyung and its late, we are going right home after"

"I see" he nods sarcastically, obviously pissed off. "are you going to the party that Jungkook is throwing at least?" he adds

"oh yeah....Dahyun invited me, I'll be there I guess" you mumble

"good" he smiled and held your cheek, making you look up at him. "dont bring him, okay?"

you look over his face before rolling your eyes and turning to walk to your next class.

Things lately with Kaito havent been as well as you had planned. When you two first started dating, the romance was there, there was a spark within sharing similar interests and likes, there were cute dates, late night conversations. As you find yourself walking down the hall, you wish that perhaps you never got to know the quiet boy in your acting class. You ponder about what would have happened if you two just remained friends, strangers, even.

His drinking was something you had been made aware of by a few classmates, but you can only blame yourself for ignoring them. As much as you hated to admit it, you didnt care in the moment. You are a young girl, who has vulnerabilities and of course wishes to find someone that makes her feel special....but given that....you also deserve pride, and the power to know, or to walk away from situations that arent helping you grow.

You dont ask much of kaito, he couldn't even pick you up on time and let you know why. It was borderline pathetic. He was pathetic, and the marks still evident on your wrist were enough to prove it.

you dont know what you had done in a past life to get such shitty treatment from men, but you could only pray that either the universe sends you in a different direction, or fixes the broken path you are currently trying to fight through.

-

"I called the restaurant, they take walk ins" Taehyung cheerfully spoke, barging into your room to see you sitting with your back towards him, papers sprawled around your desk surface.

"thats good" you mumble, refusing to turn around at the excited boy.

Taehyung notices the shift in your voice, the way your back is slumped over as you hid yourself in the piles of paper and homework. As he walked over, small droplets of tears resting on the wooden desktop below you are visible. You had been crying. A gentle hand comes up to graze against your back, remaining still for a moment before he spoke. "Y/N, whats going on?"

You sniffled, wishing that you could just be alone but also refraining against sending the boy out, he just wanted to help. "Im just stressed" a simple shrug and a blow of the nose make taehyung sit on the end of your bed as he faces you, deciding its enough distance from you, but not too much. "do you wanna talk about it?" he asks softly, his hair resting in front of his eyes, its grown so long these days.

You looked back at him and remained quiet for a moment before opening your mouth, "no" you shook your head. "I just....I just want tonight to be fun, I want you to have fun, I want this for us, just one day without anything pulling us down, okay?"

Taehyung nodded slowly, not sure what could have sent you into a spiral like this, but respecting your decision to not speak on it. "Okay, yeah, we will have fun okay?" he whispers, hand now holding yours as he got closer to you, wiping away your tears. "don't cry, everything will be alright sweet girl" he brings you into a tight hug as his words are close to brining you to cry again. You can blame it on being hormonal, but something about the comforting nature of the boy in front of you made you just want to constantly be there, support and love him for what he is. You would cling to him like a koala if you had the chance.

but he wasn't yours, and you were not his.

You had not been the best friend to taehyung for the past few weeks, something youve tried to make up for by either cooking, or buying him new art tools. You even stayed up late with him a few nights ago just letting him rant about all the shit on his plate. It made you realize that this boy would tell you every little detail about his life, he trusts you so much, yet you couldnt even be honest about the kaito situation.

Guilt was the best emotion to describe the feeling in your chest.

The best thing you could do tonight is to treat him like he were king of the world, he deserves a break, and it would kill you to have to be the one to ruin it again.

You sniffled and looked back at him, "so are you gonna show me the menu of the restaurant or what?"

Taehyung laughed lightly, squeezing your hand as he helped you up and led you out into the living room with him.

-

Every time Taehyung see's you upset, he feels as if those emotions transfer to him. If he could snap his fingers, or wave some magic wand, he would make it so you never cried again. A part of him was upset that you didnt feel comfy enough to open up about what exactly was bothering you, yet at the same time, he was able to understand your reasoning. You two fought more in the past few months than you have in your entire lives, it felt like walking on eggshells every time he spoke, he was fearful of losing you as a friend, so he made sure each word that came out of his mouth was nothing but delicate, kind, and loving.

He buttoned up his suit, smiling at himself in the mirror as he sprayed on some cologne you bought for him last Christmas. He remembers how much you loved to cuddle up to him when he got home from work, hiding your face in his neck, complimenting how good he had smelled.

Seems like those memories are so distant, in a way he almost mourns them. He is grateful to even have you at all, but as time goes on he truly believes he may never get over you, that you will always just be the one that actually got away.

He looks down at his drawer in his bathroom, the drawer that had been shared by you whenever you had used his bathroom. It hadnt been open in a while, but as he looked through it, he couldnt help but laugh.

purple nail polish.

You asked him if you had left it in his bathroom and he told you no. He thought it was cute that its the shade youve always worn. He even bought you a new bottle just so he could keep the one you left behind.

His mind flickers back to when you had begged him to let you paint his nails, after about 30 minutes of pestering, he finally gave in, letting you give him the full spa treatment.

He softly smiled as he examined the polish, carefully putting it back before walking out and into the living room.

"AHH you look so cute!" you giggled and ran up to him, squishing his bread cheeks. Tae had never worn a suit before, but you took him shopping a few days ago and convinced him he would look really good in one, and he has to admit he feels pretty well fit in it.

You fluffed his hair up and smiled softly, watching his eyes scan over you, something that made you blush. "You look really good, is this a new dress?" he asked quietly

"wow you noticed" you teased

"Of course, you look so pretty in it" He wanted to go on, he wanted to tell you how beautiful your smile looked and how it didnt matter what you wore, because in the museum full of brilliant art, he probably would only be able to look at you tonight.

"thank you" you shyly spoke, "are you ready?"

He held up his canvas, smiling brightly and nodding. "Here" you placed a plastic bag over the art so it wouldnt get destroyed or ruined in any way, especially since it was raining out.

"thank you" he spoke, lifting it up again before grabbing the umbrella and walking towards the door. "Lets go win that prize and rub it in everyones face" you tease, cheering as you made your way down the hall, tae walked behind and watched your childish nature, giggling to himself.

-

It was crowded.

You didnt even know there was this many art students in your school.

"just stay with me, its okay" Tae whispered to you after dropping off his artwork at the front table so they could enter it into the contest. He noticed your fidgety state, gently grabbing one of your hands with his own. You offered a light squeeze in acknowledgment.

"Taehyung!!!"

You both turned around to see Annie running up, smiling brightly with a glass in her hand. "Uhg Im so glad you made it, did you submit your work??"

"yeah I just gave it to them" he pointed at the adults working the table. "great, I seriously cant wait to see your work hung up, I know whatever it is will be beautiful."

"ah thank you, you are too kind" he spoke softly, feeling your grip on his arm tighten.

"Hi Annie" you spoke, annoyed that she chose to ignore you. "Oh hi!" she waved. "Im sorry, I forgot your name, what is it sweetheart?"

Taehyung scoffed quietly, stopping you from speaking before him "Her name is Y/N, I only talk about her all the time" he looked down at you, offering a reassuring smile.

"Oh, I forget everything im sorry" she giggled loudly. "cmon, lets go get something to drink" She tugged on his other arm eager to get him away from you.

"do you want anything?" he mouthed to you, making you shake your head. "no, go have fun" you offer, watching him give into annie's aggression with a sad smile, walking away.

You took your time walking around the exhibit, stopping at each frame to read the small descriptions and notes. You were never super artsy like Taehyung was, but it was impressive to see how dedicated he was.

you made your way through the large crowds of chatter, searching for taehyung before spotting him in the corner by the food stand. You walked over and gently hugged him from behind, it wasnt an act of anything, you just hated being in crowded areas, so you clung to him as best you could. His hand gently grazed along your arm before turning, a audible scoff from Annie is heard as he turns to face you.

"Hi sweet girl, You okay?"

"yeah" you nod, "I was just looking at all the art, which is beautiful but I think they have nothing on yours"

"Youre biased" he chuckled

"tsk tsk, I tell the truth" you giggled, hugging him as you rested your head on his chest, his arms around you loosely. To any onlookers, you two were a couple.

You both are naturally cling people, perhaps it can be to blame for how you both fell so easily into the friends with benefits thing.

"I didnt know you guys were dating" annie took a sip of her wine, gesturing between the both of you.

"oh no, we arent" you quickly spoke, "we are just really close"

"ah..." she trailed off and gave a knowing look to Taehyung, making him shrug. He didnt like to be mean, but he also liked seeing how jealous she got of you. He would never date Annie, and he felt guilty for maybe leading her on, but he feels pride in knowing that shes jealous of you.

you are his girl whether you were dating, friends, anything, everyone knew that.

"they have food if you are hungry" he suggested, patting your back to get your attention.

"Oh, thats okay, im saving room to stuff my face with Tteokbokki later" you both giggled,

"lets go look around, yeah?"

you nodded and grabbed his hand, leading him away from the judgmental girl watching you both like a hawk.

You noticed his frown as you sat in front of a canvas filled wall, "whats wrong, tae?"

"these are all....amazing..." he gestured towards a few, head lost in thought and self doubt.

"bubs, i promise you, yours is just as good if not better. remember what I said, no matter what happens, the outcome will be okay" you rubbed his shoulder, watching a small smile appear on his face.

"everything will be okay" he whispered to himself, taking a deep breath before nodding

-

As the night went on, guests were informed that the ranking and award ceremony would be taking place in just 15 minutes. Taehyung had been wrapped up in conversation with another one of his classmates, eyes absent mindedly searching around the banquet hall for you.

You told him a bit ago that you were gonna go grab a drink, and its been 10 minutes.

Across the room, little to his knowledge, you were wrapped up in your own conversation with a boy who caught you admiring his own work. "It took me a few months" the boy spoke softly, both of you standing in front of his painting. "You didnt want so submit it into the competition?" you asked, watching him shake his head. "I dont need people judging my art, it doesnt matter what they think. I like being able to just put it out into the world for what it is, I dont need a prize for that"

You were taken back by how well and soft spoken he was, unsure how to respond, "Whats your name by the way?"

"My name is Jung Hoseok" he bowed his head lightly, smiling brightly at you. "Ah nice to meet you Hoseok, Im Yun Y/N"

"pleasure meeting you" he spoke, shaking your hand. "so are you here tonight for your own art?" he added

"oh no, no, I am definitely not an artist", you giggled. "Im here with my best friend, he is the one participating tonight"

Taehyung finally found an out in the conversation and began his search for you, pushing through the room to see you standing next to some stranger. He would be lying if he said he didnt like to see you with other men, especially Hoseok, who was in his art class. He would rather you be standing with Kaito at that point.

"Oh taehyung!" Hoseok greeted the man you didnt even know stood behind you, making you turn and smile. "Sorry, I got lost" you giggled, taking his hand as he moved beside you. "Hello Hoseok" tae bowed his head.

"Y/N told me you are trying for the contest, good luck, I heard the judges tend to pick favorites" he laughed and tapped his arm, making him awkwardly smile. "I think he will be ok, wait until you see his painting, its beautiful" you spoke up

"Im sure" he looked at you both, bowing politely before walking off into a new conversation with his nearby friends.

"dont let his charm get to you, he isnt the nicest person" taehyung turns and speaks, gently leading you back to the front of the banquet hall.

"What? he seemed so sweet" you spoke

"I heard he is kind of....you know....like, he likes to play with multiple women at once" he explained as best he could, making you smile, "a man whore" you suggested, making him laugh. "yeah, a man whore"

"dont worry, Im not interested. Ive had enough boy drama to keep me away from any penis within a 5 mile radius" You spoke, watching Taehyung burst out in laughs. "speaking of him, is kaito mad you are here?"

"If he is, I dont care, tonight isnt about him, only you"

-

A few moments later, everyone had gathered into the front of the banquet hall, a panel of 3 judges proudly standing on the small stage ready to reward the prizes in rankings of the top 5 works of art submitted tonight.

"I am so nervous" Taehyung whispered, not directly at anyone but himself. You looked back and smiled, grabbing his hand and entwining it with your own. "Stop stressing, your hair is gonna go grey." you both quietly giggled before the lady on the mic began to speak.

"Thank you all so much for coming to our annual art banquet show, this is the 11th year we have been graciously welcomed back and we could not be more excited as the number of participants grow each year." she adjusted her glasses before speaking again. "Tonight is not about winning, or being the best, it is about recognizing talent of all unique levels, seeing things from other peoples eyes, its about the beauty of art"

The audience clapped lightly, making you smile as you looked around at everyone piled up together in anticipation.

"With that, I believe we are ready to begin the gift ceremony. The other judges and I graded on not only the art itself, but the impact received through it, we were looking for those who went outside the box, and we are happy to say we were not disappointed."

Taehyung looked at the black cloths that hung over the art work that was pinned on the wall up front, unsure if his was one of them or not.

"I'll remind everyone of the prizes, 5-3 place recieve a generous cash prize, as well as a discounted art session for next semester, 2 place recieves a larger amount of cash, while 1st place gets a visit to the Louvre Museum in Paris France, fully paid!"

The crowd happily cheers, the excitement in the room can easily be felt. You were nervous for Taehyung, not because you didnt think he could win, but you knew how much he wanted this trip. You wanted to see him happy, and most importantly, you wanted him to be proud of himself.

"We will now begin" The older woman walks to the lined up art, standing in front of one. "In 5th place, we will happily be awarding this to...." she gently pulled the black sheet off, revealing the art as the crowd clapped happily.

"Seo Yoon, with 'a walk with existence'"

you looked around to see the girl stand up and go to collect her certificate, bowing and thanking the judges.

"4th place, goes to.... Park Jimin, with 'serendipity'"

Everyone cheered as the younger man walked up to join the others.

You felt taehyungs hand squeeze yours lightly, as the 3rd person was revealed and it wasnt him, now he was eager. He either got 2nd, 1st, or none at all.

you gently rubbed his back as the woman went to reveal 2nd place. "In 2nd, we have..." the painting was revealed, "Kang Annie, with 'daydream'"

You both looked at eachother, "I didnt think her art was that good" taehyung claps but whispers in your ear, making you giggle and hold his arm for support. The tension in the room grew as the judge made her way to the remaining painting, the cloth gathering in her hand.

"and for first place, we, the judges have decided to reward...." the curtain felt like it fell in slow motion, taehyung quite literally on the edge of his seat.

"Kim Taehyung with 'Forever and a day'"

You jumped up immediately as his name was called, his beautiful painting on display for everyone to see as claps and "congratulations" were gifted his way.

"I won?" he mumbled, standing as you grabbed him close, hugging him tightly. "I fucking knew you could win!!! Im so proud!!!' you cupped his face and smiled, making him smile as well.

"get up there and claim your prize" you mumble, urging him up to the stage where he went to collect his prize and certificate. "Congratulations to everyone who won, and everyone who participated! lets get a round of applause for all the talent here tonight"

The room clapped loudly as you caught his eye, smirking and chanting loudly, maybe a bit too loudly for an art show. He laughed and congratulated the other winners, giving annie some bullshit answer when she joked about being his Paris plus one.

"You have no fucking idea how proud I am, Taehyung" you hugged him once more as you two started to get ready to head out. He made sure you took 10 million photos of his painting on display, making it your lock screen on your phone.

"I still cant believe I won.....it doesnt feel real" He joked, linking your arm with his as you both made your exit after saying goodbyes to everyone.

"wait until it hits, you are gonna be so proud of yourself. Paris....PARIS, taehyung, this shit is huge. Im not gonna lie, I almost cried when I heard your name"

"you did not!" he chuckled as you both walked to your car.

"Yes I did, you just dont get it" you teased "felt like such a power moment, you just know annie was pissed too....little bitch"

Taehyung bit back his laugh as he sat in the drivers seat, pulling his seatbelt on and resting his head back as you got in. "Thank you for everything, for coming....for just being my support" he spoke kindly, wide grin stuck on his face.

"dont thank me, im always gonna be here for you, seriously. Now, lets go eat until we get full, order dessert we cant finish, take it home and get drunk" You put your seatbelt on, car filled with excitement and giggles as he began to drive to dinner.

He really did feel excited, He was mostly in shock on how he was able to win something he threw together last minute.

Blame it on the alcohol, but some deep part of him wanted to come clean in this very moment, as you were now in the crowded restaurant, music blasted as you sang loudly, you looked so beautiful and alive.

The painting was about you.

Taehyung spent hours dedicating himself to that painting, and it was about you. It seemed like a perfect time to just rip the bandaid off right now, a night where everything was going right.

"y/n..." he mumbled, watching as you happily looked over at him, his heart now in his throat. you stopped dancing and made your way over to where he sat at the bar, your drunken self leaning forward to hear him over the music.

"I just wanted to tell y-"

"youre so handsome, jesus christ I hate you" you interrupt, words slurring as you look at him lovingly.

He knows you are drunk, but the comment still made him laugh, "thank you" he whispered as you walked back out to the dance floor, dragging him with you.

"ah y/n, im not really a dancer"

"you dont need to be, just listen to the music and feel it" you shout, jumping around and holding his hands. He has to admit, seeing you away from your usual tight knit persona was really attractive, of course he admired you always, but he never saw this side before, it was new and exciting.

He allowed himself to relax a bit, taking another shot before finally giving in and dancing with you in the crowded bar. "thats it!" you yell, jumping around with him as you both fell into fits of giggles. "cmere" you turned around and pressed your back to his chest, and even in his drunken state, his heart still fluttered at the sudden contact. You carefully danced against him, not in a promiscuous way, simply just a light sway.

You two ended up spending a bit too much money at the bar, making tae ultimately put a cap on the drinks for the night. You werent ready to leave yet, so he ordered a basket of fries and water, sitting at a table with you in the next room.

"we have to sober up just a little bit, I still have to drive home" he giggled and sat beside you, taking a few fries and shoving them into his mouth. "thanks bubs" you slur, eating the fries and chugging water like you havent had any in weeks.

"are you having the best day of your life?" you ask, making him smile, "yeah, I am actually" he held a fry up and fed it to you. "good, me too" you spoke, mouth open and full of food.

the two of you sat and spoke until you felt some of the alcohol waving off, "hmm, do you wanna go home?" you asked him, noticing how tired you both were getting.

It had been almost 5 hours youve been here, and you didnt want him to only stay because you wanted to.

"yeah...its kinda late" he smiled softly, standing up and helping you.

"youre okay to drive?" you ask, watching as he looked into the next room, listening to the jazz song that was playing.

"tae?" you walk over, watching him turn and smile. "wait, before we leave.." he held your hand and led you into the other room. "dance with me, just one last song" he looked down at you, and there was no way to say no to him.

You two were surrounded by some older couples, all of them turning their attention to you as you made your way into the center of the floor, saxophone blaring through the speakers.

Taehyungs long arms wrapped loosely around your waist, resting just above your butt, your arms reaching up to hold his shoulders as you two slowly swayed to the music.

"Why are you looking at me like that" you mutter, thankful for the dark lighting hiding the current blush on your face.

"Like what?" he smiled

You shrug, giggling softly, "I dont know" you bit your lip and looked at him, alcohol still able to be felt deep in your veins.

"whats so funny, hm?" he teased, looking directly at you with a wide smile, "whats my girl always laughing about?"

you shyly looked down, the weight of his gaze too much. Your head rested against his chest as butterflies filled your stomach. this was wrong.

"you cant say that" you whine quietly

"why not?" he stood back and gently spun you around, making you smile as your hands returned to his shoulders.

"because....im not your girl" you mumble, eyes fixated on both of your feet below.

He sighed and rested his head against yours, words not needed, yet actions saying much more as his hands squeezed your waist gently, rubbing up and down carefully.

you looked up at him finally as the song was coming to a close and allowed yourself to just be, smiling as he looked at you. "You will always be my girl" he whispered so only you two could hear, he quickly turned, grabbing your hand. "lets head home"

You felt breathless, and most of all guilty....but not in the way most would think. You were guilty about not feeling guilty. You had fun, and you werent going to apologize for the mindless flirting that occurred tonight.

-

The both got out of the car and jumped under the hood of your apartment complex, looking at the rain pouring.

"I had fun, tae..."

"I did too" he looked at you hopefully, his hand returning to yours.

"we need more time for just us, we've been so wrapped in other shit" you sigh, the sound of rain surrounding both of you.

"I agree, I dont care what we do, im always enjoying myself with you"

You smirk and jokingly jump towards him, embracing him tightly "ahhh tae tae...what will I do with you, little art boy" you smile as he laughs.

You both pull away, arms still on eachother as you stood outside your home. There was a moment of quietness, eyes scanning over eachothers faces.

"Tae...." you whisper, gathering your thoughts before he slowly leans in, nose brushing yours. The top of his lip grazes against yours as you lean in, suddenly realizing what was happening as you pull your head away.

He didnt react sharply, just watching you with sad eyes.

"we cant" you whispered, shaking your head

"why not?"

"because we dont know what we are doing tae, we know better than this." you firmly say

"do we?" he spoke calmly, eyes still fixated on you.

"yes.."

He looks down at your hands, squeezing them "please...."

You frown when he isnt looking, dragging your hand to pull his wet hair out of his face. "Im sorry" you softly spoke, rubbing your thumb over his cheek, "lets go get some rest, yeah?"

he waits a moment before nodding, silently following you into the apartment.

You werent sure what exactly was in the air tonight, but you knew something changed, and maybe it was the universe finally answering your call.

A/n: sorry ...

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Love and Support

Teddy Sanders x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1610 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Teddy doesn’t know where to go when Pete gets engaged, so he goes to the only person in the world that he can always count on. 

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When Pete got engaged, Teddy realized that he didn't have anywhere to go. It had just been the two of them all through most of high school and all of college. However, now that Pete was doing the whole marriage thing, he was no longer interested in living with his best friend.

So, he went to the one place that he knew he would always be welcome...

Your house.

You and Teddy had been on and off most of your relationship but more than that, you were also best friends. You had always had his back, and always would so even when he was lost and had no where to go.

He knew that he was always going to have you...no matter what.

Which was why you didn't even ask questions when he knocked on the door of your apartment, wearing nothing but his track pants.

Instead, you ushered him in and sat him on the couch before heading into the kitchen to grab him a water. As far as you could tell, he'd actually ran all the way from his house, and not super successfully.

"Thank you" he hummed, taking the glass in one hand, and running his free hand through his hair, which was slightly damp with sweat.

You nodded, plopping down on the couch beside him. You knew that you should have been upset with him, considering the two of you hadn't talked in what seemed like forever...but you weren't.

The two of you weren't exclusive and Teddy didn't owe you anything. Right now, he just needed someone to look after him for a while. He only came to see you when he really needed it and you weren't going to turn him away.

"Did you lose your shoes or just not wear them?" you wondered, breaking the silence in the room. You wanted him to open up to you at his pace but a little bit of context would have been nice.

It wasn't every day that he showed up like this, and he was being super quiet.

Typically, Teddy was super affectionate and was all over you as soon as you opened the door but today he was in his head.

Something really intense must have happened to get him like this.

You hadn't seen Teddy like this in a really long time.

"Didn't wear 'em" he muttered, downing the entire cup of water like he was shooting tequila. He was really upset, and to be totally honest, you hated it.

You just wanted to make it all better for him. "Oh, poor baby" you cooed, pulling him into your chest lightly so you could play with his hair. He had always liked to cuddle like this when you two would spend the night together.

That was the best thing about the two of you and the relationship you shared. You were comfortable together and there was no room for shame there.

Whatever was bothering him, Teddy was going to have to own up eventually because you were here for him, but you didn’t have all night. The sooner he told you what was up, the sooner you could help him work through it.

“Are you going to tell me why not?” you wondered, running your fingers through the slightly curly hair at the base of his neck.

Once Teddy got comfortable enough, he was going to tell you what had prompted his arrival at your door...all you had to do was wait for him to break the ice.

Which he did, after a hefty sigh into your lap.

“Pete is getting married”

The sentence came out as a strangled huff against your thighs, which he was face down in currently...but you caught enough of it to understand.

Pete and Teddy had been together for even longer than the two of you had, by a very large margin and with him moving on with his lover, it was understandably hard for him to grasp.

If your best friend was getting married, you would have struggled too. It didn’t help that the both men lived together too, because now Teddy didn’t have anywhere to go.

Everything had snapped into place with a single sentence.

“And you don’t want him to abandon you?” you finished, filling in the blanks as best you could. In the mood that Teddy was in right now, he was most likely not going to finish a whole thought.

He could be kind of spacey when he got emotional...and this was a very emotional topic for him.

“Of course I don’t want him to abandon me!? I just want him to appreciate me” he whined, wanting more than anything to just have everything go back to the way it was before.

Everything had been perfect, but now that Pete had Deran, he didn’t need him anymore. It was hard to feel like he was being tossed away for a different model. He didn’t want to throw away everything that they had built together as brothers.

You got it...no one wanted to feel that. You could definitely understand where Teddy was coming from, though you still weren’t one-hundred percent certain where you’d come in.

“But you know that he appreciates you right? You know that he loves you” you reminded, trying to stop the dramatics that Teddy had in store for you.

He was dealing with something that was hard, but not impossible.

“You should be happy for him Teddy bear, because he’s happy” there was something pretty calming about your words. You had a point, there was no reason that any of this had to be about him because the wedding was for Pete.

The whole thing was about Pete, no matter if it hurt him in the process.

It wasn’t about Teddy, and he just had to realize that.

“Thank you Y/N, I can always count on you” he purred, sitting up finally to sit beside you. His hair was disheveled because of your playing with it but not too much for either of you to care.

What really mattered was that he seemed much more calm about the entire situation than when he first arrived at your door. There was just something so reassuring about having you in his corner at all times...

Teddy should have known that you would always be there.

He was so lucky...and he only just realized.

“I’m in love with you” he blurted out, shocking you both with his confession. He hadn’t ever said that to you, even when you were more serious and you weren’t sure how to react.

There was no way that Teddy was actually in love with you. He was probably just feeling emotional right now and wouldn’t see you again until he had another problem.

That was just the way that it went and you were comfortable with that, you liked it that way.

“What?”

You were positive that your eyes were as wide as saucers as you waited for him to clarify but he only shrugged, turning toward you fully to get a better view into your eyes.

“I am in love with you...and I always have been” he hummed, reaching out to take your hand in his own to give it a squeeze, as if that would somehow prove it to you.

In any other situation, you would have assumed that you two were just messing around, or maybe he was too emotional right now to think clearly but when you looked at his face, you knew differently.

Never in your life had you seen Teddy like that. There was a look in his eyes that told you that he was serious...

And Teddy was rarely serious.

He acted like his life was one big joke, and that had always been a problem that you had with him. However, this was completely different.

Teddy would never play with your feelings like that...you knew that for a fact. He might have been a bit goofy, and unmotivated but he had a heart of gold, no matter what happened.

So you had to believe him.

"You're in love with me?" you repeated, only repeating it to make sure that you weren't totally insane. You wanted to make sure that he was a hundred percent sure before admitting anything to him.

Sure, you'd always been in love with Teddy, it would have been impossible not to be. However, that didn't mean that you were completely ready to be vulnerable right now.

This was about him, this was about his feelings and how hurt he was about his best friend getting married. The last thing you wanted to do was talk about your history, not when he was in this hyper-emotional state.

Still, you were open to having a conversation about it...in the morning.

For now, you just wanted to make sure that Teddy was alright, and then you two could go to bed. It would be much better to talk about such a sensitive issue over pancakes and orange juice.

"I love you too Teddy bear, now lets get you to bed" you allowed, taking his hand in your own to lead him to the guest bedroom, where he'd spent many nights since graduating.

As tired as he was, it was definitely a good call to wait until he felt a little better to talk about it. The two of you may have been in different rooms as you fell asleep but you knew that you were just as much on Teddy's mind, as he was on your own.

You just couldn't wait for those pancakes in the morning, so you could get to the bottom of what he'd told you tonight.

[forever-rogue]

Hey, I broke my foot yesterday and I've kind of been in my feels about it. Would you be willing to comfort a poor fluff starved fool with some comfort from Steven/Marc?

I appreciate you a lot and love your work so damn much.

AN | I just really want to give nothing but the best to this bb 🥺🥰 PS - I appreciate you and hope you're doing okay!

Pairing | Steven Grant x Fem!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Moon Knight

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“This is ridiculous,” you huffed as you tried to use your crutches to get up the stairs to your flat. You tried to unsuccessfully get up the first step before stopping and almost throwing the stupid things down and trying instead to hobble up the steep concrete stairs. 

You just had to go and break your dumb foot. You just had to be clumsy enough to trip over yourself and land just wrong enough to go and create a fracture. Who does that? Who breaks their own foot?!

You were tired and worn down, exhausted enough to just plop down on the front step and wait a few minutes. You pulled out your phone to see if you could call someone to try and help you but unfortunately your phone was dead. In your current state, it didn't take much to push you over the edge. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tucked the phone back into your pocket. This was quickly turning into a horrible day - worse than horrible. Terrible.

"Excuse me?" The soft voice was enough to pull you out of your little pity party as you wiped away your tears. You looked up and blinked away the remaining tears to find your neighbor looking at you with concern, "is everything alright?"

"Yes," you said without even thinking about it, "I mean no, not really at this moment. But I guess overall I am. I'll move out of your way."

"Oh no," he insisted as you raised an eyebrow at him, "I was…do you need help? I've never had a broken foot but it looks like it'd be quite a pain, yeah?"

“I don’t think the pain’s fully set in yet,” you sighed lightly, “I just left the hospital and they gave me some pretty heavy pain meds. But it’s still a hassle so far.”

“Did no one come to help you?” a genuine note of concern colored his voice as you just shrugged your shoulders. Did you really want to admit that you had basically…no one? You didn’t need even more of his pity; not that you thought he was trying to be anything but kind. You’d seen him around the building often enough and spent some time talking to him and he had never been anything but sweet when he saw you.

“It just happened this morning, so fast,” you explained, not ready to admit the full magnitude of your clumsiness, “so I just took myself in-”

“How did you manage that?”

“Hobbled to the elevators and out here and then to the cab?” you replied unsurely as if you hadn’t just gone through it a few hours ago, “to be fair, I didn’t really know it was broken. I just thought it was a bad sprain or something.”

“Oh dear,” he opened and closed his mouth a few times, almost as if unsure of himself. You couldn’t help but smile lightly at the flustered expression on his face. Before he said anything else, he picked down and picked up your bag, and slung it over his shoulder, “at least let me help you up to your flat so you don’t hurt yourself more. Last thing you need is a broken arm on top of it, love.”

“Are you sure?” a warmth bloomed in your stomach and slowly radiated out to your entire body as he just nodded and smiled. He was so kind when he had no real reason to be like that; it was a nice change of pace compared to how cold and horrible people could be, “you really don’t have to. I can...manage. Just have to take a few moments to rest before going up.”

“I insist,” he picked up the crutches you had discarded in haste before offering you his hand to help hoist you to your feet - well foot. He was gentle in his touch and movements but still felt solid and strong. Before you could find your balance, you started to fall forward and he quickly caught you by wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you to his chest, “easy there.”

“Thank you, Steven,” your whole face felt warm under his intent gaze and you had to look away from his soft eyes, “I tend to be pretty clumsy…almost took you right out too.”

“You know my name?” his eyes widened as you laughed before nodding. He didn’t think anyone paid him enough attention to actually know his name. The thought alone made him feel…something. 

“Of course,” you grinned, “Steven-with-a-v Grant. You work at the museum gift shop.”

“How did…you know that?”

“You’ve told me,” you reminded him, giving him a curious expression. Did he think he was just as invisible as you felt?

“You remembered…”

“Yes,” you promised, giving his arm a gentle squeeze, “I wouldn’t forget something like that. You’re always…nice when we see each other. I like talking with you.”

For a moment it seemed like his brain was nothing but fuzzy TV static as he watched you with soft eyes. He whispered your name, and for a moment you were surprised he knew it, but then again if you’d remembered his, naturally he would remember yours. You were starting to feel like you were more similar than you originally thought, “come on, let’s get out of the cold and upstairs.”

“Yeah, okay,” you bit your lip and looked away for a moment before letting him take your hand and slowly help you up the hard concrete stairs. It was difficult with his assistance, you couldn’t imagine how hard it would have been without his help. You already felt winded once you were at the top, taking a moment to catch your breath before stuffing the crutches under your arms. Steven held the door open as you slowly (painfully slowly) made your way inside and to the elevator.

“Slow, love, easy does it,” he matched his steps to yours, his hand on the small of your back just in case something happened. The kindness and care he showed you was enough to make you want to cry - you knew it wasn’t just the pain medications doing that. How wonderful it was to have someone carry out such an act of kindness without asking for a single thing in return.

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Once you arrived at your flat - which was conveniently just down the hall from his - he pulled out your keys before fumbling with the lock. It was the first time you genuinely laughed that day; he was so flustered but looked so cute as he tried his best to keep his cool. He finally managed to get the door open and held it so you could make your way in. 

His eyes immediately flitted around the flat, taking it all in. It was filled with warm colors, and everything looked so cozy and inviting. He thought it suited you perfectly. You noticed him studying everything with interest, which caused you to immediately wonder what he would be like to spend time here with him. What would it be like to be curled up on the couch and watch a movie with him? How would it be to make dinner with him in the kitchen? 

“You can just throw my bag anywhere,” you pulled yourself out of your little daydream fantasy. It was better not to let yourself get too far gone, “you’ve been absolutely wonderful, Steven. I really appreciate your help.”

“Don’t mention it,” he set your stuff down on the small table by the door before coming to help you settle on the couch, “how are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you admitted, “sore. I wish I could sleep and wake up to find that this was all a bad dream. But…then you wouldn’t be here and…you’ve been the best part.”

“Maybe I should have found an excuse to come over earlier,” he joked lightly as a flush of crimson crept into his cheeks. He moved the crutches out of your way so there was no possibility for you to hurt yourself - he was a quick learner. You couldn’t hold back your yawn, which prompted him to pull the blanket from the top of the couch and draped it over you, “you should try and take a nap and get some rest.”

“I have things-”

“You need to rest,” he insisted softly, but with a firm enough edge to where you didn’t argue, “I’ll go and make you some tea and then you rest. Whatever you need to do, let me know and I can help.”

“Really, I’ll be okay. I’m sure you’ve got plenty to do-”

“I want to do this,” he whispered, “let me take care of you.”

The simple words washed over you and caused emotion to well up inside of your heart. No one had said anything like that to you in so long. It was easy to try and be independent and strong all the time but it was even easier to let those walls come down. You blinked back a few tears before shyly nodding, pulling the blanket tighter around you. 

“What kind of tea do you like?” he headed toward the kitchen before stopping suddenly, “wait a moment. I’ve got some I know you’ll love. I swear it could solve any of your problems. I’ll go and grab it and come right back.”

He was out the door and gone before you could even say anything else. You settled into the couch and let yourself relax. Even if this was all temporary, lasting only for today, you decided that it was okay to let yourself enjoy it - enjoy his company.

By the time Steven came back a few minutes later he found you already half asleep. He was going to say something, but stopped himself, opting instead to let you rest while he prepared tea. 

“Steven?” you sounded half out of it and he couldn’t help but smile as he busied himself with the kettle and getting some mugs. 

“Yes, love?” the term of endearment came out without him even needing to think about it. 

“Thank you for everything,” you said in between a yawn, grabbing a pillow and tucking it under your head, “no one’s done anything like this for me for a long time.”

“It’s my pleasure-”

“And you’re really cute,” were the medications making you loopy or your half asleep state speaking what was on your mind? Either way, you weren’t with it enough to care about your confession, “I’m just going to close my eyes for a few minutes.”

“O-of course,” he was properly flustered now but peeked over to find you bundled up. You thought he was cute? That alone seemed like a miracle, coming from the neighbor he’d pined after for some time. He stood there silently as he listened to the water boil before meticulously preparing a cup for himself and for you. 

When he came back into the living he set the cups down on the table. You didn’t seem to be deeply asleep and he contemplated waking you up, but decided against it. The tea could wait, but you needed to rest. He couldn’t stop himself from gently pushing a few strands of hair out of face and tucking it behind your ear. 

Before he could sit down in the armchair next to the couch, you opened one eye and caught his attention, “will you stay? Please?”

“Yes,” he grinned, “of course. Whatever you want.”

“You,” you smiled lightly, “make yourself at home. Thank you for the tea. I’m sure it’ll be great later.”

“I’ll even make it fresh for you then.”

“I know,” you whispered, “that’s just the type of person you are. So kind.”

“Just rest now,” his whole body felt like it was on fire and before he could overthought everything, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You were already asleep but he could see the way your lips curved into a small smile, “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Thank you.”

[lfklhp]

Yoongi 🐱 Fic Rec

Note.

💜 = personal favorites / ✓ = completed / ✐ = ongoing / ✗ = discontinued, on hiatus / strike through = deactivated, deleted

Oneshots/Drabbles

Supernatural / Fantasy / Magic/ Superhero AU

Crescent Bound {M} - Yoongi 💜 s | werewolf au

Part of the Crescent Bound Series

Sexy Drug (5.9k) s | werewolf au

Part of the wolf au by the author

Hold Me Tight (3k) f | hybrid au

The Woman with the Black Cat on Her Shoulder 💜 (8.1k) a s | dystopian au, shapeshiftercat yoongi

Wild Card (9k) s a | alice in borderland, horror, dystopian au

Part of the Fics On Screen, Horror Movie Special

Wild Strawberries f, s | lucid dream au

Epilogue: Morning Blues

The Dark (18k) s | demon au

Part of the Nightmare on Tumblr.com

Hogwarts AU

The Write Ups (10k) f | hogwarts au, enemies to lovers

Part of The Reputation series

Slytherin to My Heart (9.1k) a f | hogwarts au

Better Place (14k) f | hogwarts au, friends to lovers

Interconnection (8k) f | hogwarts au

Roommate / Neighbor AU

Slip (5.2k) s | roommate

The Good Part (5.3k) s | roommate

Not Alone (9k) f s | college au, roommate

Settle Down (14k) s a f | roommate, enemies to lovers

I Wanna Hold Your Hand (1.4k) f | roommate au, friends to lovers

Next Door (10.3k) f s | neighbor

Ps. I woof you (26k) f s | neighbor

Friends / FWB / Sibling’s Friend (vice versa) / Step-Sibling AU

So I Heard You Like Bad Boys (4.7k) f | college, best friends to lovers

Oblivious (0.5k) s f | best friends to lovers

The Back of Your Car (3.3k) f s | friends to lovers

Overstayed Welcome s | friends to lovers

Baby, Can I? (5.5k) s | friends

Stained Glass (18.2k) f, s, a | architect au, friends to enemies to lovers

Prologue

Maybe I Love You, Maybe You Love Me (2.9k) f | friends to lovers

Make Me (4.4k) s, f | pwp, friends to lovers

Matchmaker, Matchtaker (3.2k) f | match making au, friends to lovers

Bloom 💜 (14.5k) f s a | brother’s best friend + Drabble

This Summer (12.3k) f a s | brother’s best friend

College / High School AU

Basketballcaptain!yoongi 💜 (18.4k) f s | college, basketball player

An Out of Bounds Umbrella (10.2k) f | college, basketball player, enemies to lovers

Min Yoongi, Library Services (7.3k) s | college, co-workers to lovers

Hug-o-gram (13.3k) f | college

Intimidation (2.3k) f, little s | college

Sequel: Intensity (3.9k) a s f | established relationship

Lining’s Silver (14.1k) s f | college, enemies to lovers

Carpool (17k) a, f | college au, enemies to lovers

Yoongi's pov: Those Unspoken Weeks

A Heart Full of Love (10k) f, light a | high school au, actor au, enemies to lovers

Artist / Idol / Band AU

Strike a Chord 💜 (15.8k) s | pianist

The Raindrop Prelude (14.8k) a f | pianist

Delicate (4.3k) s | pianist

Piano Boy 💜 (25.3k) f, a | dance au, pianist au, high school au

Switching My Positions 💜 (40.1k) f, a | artist au, fake dating au, friends to lovers

Little Do You Know (22k) a f s | idol au, established relationship

Eight (5k) f | idol au, friends to lovers au

Subscribed (15k) f, s | asmr artist/camboy yoongi, college au, strangers to lovers

Drabble: Record(ing) (2.3k) f, s, crack

Co-workers / Work / CEO AU

Suit & Tie (21k) f | co-workers to lovers, ceo yoongi

His Hands (6.6k) s f | co-workers to lovers

First Love (11.3k) s a | co-workers to lovers, fwb, friends to lovers

Yoongi, it's Y/N (13.9k) f, little a, s | racer au, co-workers to lovers, driver yoongi x mechanic reader

Want a Taste? (18.3k) s, humor | friends to lovers, shopping mall au

Part of the You Never Shop Alone series

Brighter Than Fire (11k) f s | camp counselor

Other AUs

When the Power Goes Out (7.2k) s f | established relationship

Tongue Tech (3.5k) s | established relationship

Souvenir (3k) some a, f | established relationship

First Loves f | established relationship, married au, parents au

I’m Not Your Daddy 💜 (2.5k) f | parents au

The Seventh Muse (6.7k) f, s | friends to lovers, librarian au

Part of the To All the Folks I’ve F*cked Before series

Wallflowers (9k) s | strangers to lovers

Part of the Party Favors collection

Love Grows Where You Go (11.4k) a f s | arranged marriage

Dandelions are Hard to Kill (9.9k) a | arranged marriage au, idol au

Fortuitous (7.2k) s, a | arranged marriage

Part of the Bound series

Roses (3.6k) a | hanahaki au

Part of the Flora & Fauna Series

Romancing the Tome 💜 (22k) s | treasure hunter

Beloved 💜 (17.4k) s | drama, thriller

Okay, Bloomer 💜 (10.2k) f | florist au

Spin-off of Petal to the Metal (7k) f (jungkook x reader)

Baby, You Can Drive My Car (24.6k) little a, f | mechanic yoongi

Sequel: Maybe, She Can Drive His Car (11.6k)

First-Date BAIT! 💜 (11.3k) f + Drabble

Part of the Service Series

Treble Clef a f | soulmate, strangers to lovers

See You Soon (7k) f, a | soulmate au

Straight Shooter (14.3k) s | cyberpunk, frenemies to lovers, hitman yoongi

Cream & Suga (14.8k) f s | coffeshop, barista

Part of the Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tropes

Hypnotic (6.1k) s, f, slight a | zookeeper, strangers to lovers

Part of the Zookeeper Bangtan Series

Completed Series

Supernatural / Fantasy / Magic/ Superhero AU

A Wish Out of Water f, humor | genie au (2 ch ✓)

Inheritance f, s | hybrid au (6+1 ch ✓)

Friends / FWB / Sibling’s Friend (vice versa) / Step-Sibling AU

Buzz s | friends to lovers (3 ch ✓)

Not Your Fairytale a f | brother’s best friend, friends to lovers (3 ch ✓)

Mixtape 💜 s, little a | brother's best friend, friends to lovers (4 ch + Extra ✓)

Back-Burner 💜 a f s | sister’s best friend, best friends to lovers, family trauma, doctor (15 ch ✓)

Please be Naked s a | fwb, rebound (8 ch ✓)

College / High School AU

The Singularity Theory 💜 f s | college (3 ch ✓)

First Love s a f | college, fuckboy, tattoo artist (25 ch ✓)

Heartstring Melodies a s f | college, fuckboy, soulmate (9 ch ✓)

Playing with Fire s a f | high school (8 ch ✓)

No More 💜 a f s | college (2 ch ✓)

Spin-off: No Blueberries (12.3k) a f | college (taehyung x reader)

Uni!yoongi drabbles | college (series of drabbles - see tag)

Co-workers / Work / CEO AU

Take Five 💜 a f | doctor, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓)

Drabble: Christmas Gifts Drabble: Jealousy

Spin-off: Nine to Five s f | doctor (jimin x reader)

Cut Me Open a, s | married couple, doctor au, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓)

Spin-off of Cardiovascular Palpitations f, a, s | fwb, doctor au, co-workers to lovers (2 ch ✓) (jungkook x reader)

The Early Shift s a f | coffee shop, enemies to lovers, co-workers to lovers (3 ch ✓)

The Truth between Us 💜 f, a, drama | enemies to lovers, co-workers to lovers, with various aus throughout the story (7 ch ✓)

Other AUs

Signed in Black f s | soulmate, badboy (7 ch ✓)

Carousel a f s | arranged marriage, heir (17 ch ✓)

Set Me Free a f s | arranged marriage (13 ch ✓)

Daydream f a s | single dad, strangers to lovers (20 ch ✓)

Opposites Attract a, f, eventual s | strangers/enemies to friends to lovers, love triangle (ft. namjoon) (2 ch ✓)

Incompleted Series

Love Lockdown 💜 a f, eventual s | zombie apocalypse, enemies to lovers (6 ch ✐ - Jul 8, 2022)

Three Tangerines 💜 s | brother’s best friend, fwb (14 ch ✐ - Nov 20, 2022)

Mortalised f, s, slight a | best friends to lovers (2 ch ✐ - Nov 15, 2021)

Drabble: Dawned in (3.1k) f, s

Womyn with a ‘Y’ s f | high school, yoonji/yoongi (4 ch ✗ - Aug 27, 2020)

This Is Just To Say f s a | soulmate, college (10 ch ✗ - Sep 11, 2020)

Choices f, eventual s | hybrid (4 ch ✗ - Jul 6, 2018)

[ggukkieland]

📕BTS Fic Reads - 2021 April pt. 1

Thank you dear authors for these gems. Words are not enough to express how much I appreciate these stories 🥰 And if you’re a reader who stumbled upon this list and liked any of the fics, please don’t forget to show appreciation by reblogging their work or giving positive feedback to these authors 😉.

Note: Most of fics have smut content. FOR MUSLIM READERS, THIS IS NOT RAMADAN-SAFE (only few fics are SFW).  A lovely reader requested for SFW fic recs so please enjoy these lists instead:

🌷 Fic Recs (SFW) Fluff/Angst Stories:

Part 1 (Recommended Authors + selected fics) for fluffy/angst content (SFW)

Part 2 (Recommended Fics)

Taehyung | Jungkook

 Tip: If link doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist

🥕 S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst

🌷 with reaction/review on some completed fics (if reading these help)

--- Some are new, some re-reads, while some are past reads that haven’t been reblogged yet. Mostly mature (minors dni).  M x F pairing.

🥕[Ongoing Series]

Ongoing fics will be in a separate post moving forward so I can better keep track of them. All fics listed are completed series or one shots I enjoyed reading and re-view-blogging this month.

🥕[Completed Fics/Series]

Namjoon

Always in my Dreams @sunshinekims - one shot | 15.4k | Soulmate AU, Dream AU | F, S, slight A 🌷

A Very Personal Assistant @mintjoonlep - one shot (with follow up drabble | 7k | CEO AU, Assistant!Reader, Idiots to Lovers, contract personal companion | S, F 🌷

Bewitched, Body & Soul @kithtaehyung - one shot/drabble | 4.2k | Pride and Prejudice AU, Husband AU, PWP | S (full fic to be posted)

Break Up with Your Girlfriend @lovetrivia - series [3/3] | 16.5k | College AU, TA!Namjoon, Tease OC | S, F 🌷

Closure @namjoonchronicles - one shot | 3.7k | hurt/comfort, Established Relationship, Husband AU | A, F

Discolorare @akinnie75 - one shot | 22k | Fantasy AU, Beast!Namjoon, accused witch Reader | F, A  🌷 #holygrailfic

Empiricism @papillonsgf - one shot | 7.5k | Med Student AU, Strangers to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers (themes) | S

Gardenia @tangerineyoongles - drabble | 1k | Florist AU, Strangers to Lovers | F 🌷

There’s a First Time for Everything - @jcwriting - one shot | 2.8k | Idol AU, Namjoon never experienced bj before | smut, pwp

Seokjin

Made Up Love Song @floralseokjin - series [10/10] | 94.9k | Single Dad AU, Teacher!Reader, CEO AU, dilf!seokjin | F, S, A 🌷

Royally Fucked @couture-kookie - one shot | 14k | Royalty AU, Prince AU, Personal Assistant, Hybrid AU, Dragon!Seokjin, Black Panther!Reader | S, A, F 🌷 (this is amusing too)

View @noteguk - drabble | 2.1k | CEO!Seokjin, Lawyer!OC, exhibitionism, established relationship | S 🌷

Withering Away @agustdjoon - one shot | 10.8k | Hanahaki AU, Idol!Seokjin x Staff!Reader, Heavy Angst | A

Yoongi

Come Home @kookiesjoonies - one shot | 3.2k | Exes AU | S, A, slight F (reblog of old faves)  🌷

Cut Me Open @hayjeon - two shot [2/2] | 30k | Divorce AU, Marriage AU, Doctor AU, Surgeon AU | A, S, F (reblog of old faves)  🌷

First Loves @yukheii - drabble | 2k | Dad!Yoongi, Daughter!Yoona (wife is mentioned), seriously this is adorable | F, F, F!  🌷

I Don’t Wanna Love You @moonnightyoongi - series [3/3] | 18.5k | Break Up AU, College AU | A, slight F

Playing With Fire @houseofdemi-blog - series [8/8] | 21.4k | Fake Dating AU, Rich Girl AU, Producer Yoongi, Bad Boy AU, lin | A, S, F (reblog of old faves)  🌷

links per chapter lead to author’s old url. to access the chapters, I posted the hyperlinks here

PS I Woof You @gimmesumsuga - one shot | 26k | Fur Parents AU, Pet Owners AU, Neighbor AU | F, S  🌷

Quickie in the Closet @xlovelyyoongix - drabble | 930 | established relationship, idol au | S, pwp (kind of crack-ish in the end) 🌷

Sticky Notes @threeletterslife - one shot | 5k | established relationship, on the rocks | A, slight F 🌷

Tears of a Villain @jimlingss - one shot | 15.3k | Superhero AU, feat Villain!Seokjin, don’t be fooled by the cute description this is Heavy Angst 😥) | A, F (an old read  and I don’t know why I tortured myself reading this again)

Upgrade @joonsgalore - one shot | 4.1k | FWB AU, feat FWB!Taehyung, one night with Min Yoongi was enough to ruin you for absolutely anyone else 🔥 | S (reblog because of an ask)  🌷

Hoseok

Coin Flip @flowerwrites06 - two shot | 17k | Butler!Hoseok, Spy AU, Royalty AU | A, S 🌷

Dance to This @bobagukk - one shot | 3k | dancer AU, fuckboy AU, kind of dom!reader | S, pwp 🌷

Get Wet @prolixitae - drabble | 2k | established relationship, shower sex, pwp | S (this is so amazingly written! As I was putting this list I just realized it’s only 2k and yet the level of details in the scenario ugh what an amazing writer) 🌷

Make Me a Match @btsarmy9593 - one shot | 4K | Dystopian AU, Arranged Marriage AU | F, S 🌷

Not Interested @sehunpeachy - one shot | 20k | Enemies to Lovers, Swimmer!Hoseok, Coach Assistant!Reader | A, F, S 🌷

Say, Cheese! @artaefact - drabble | 1.3k | photographer!hoseok, strangers to lovers, brokenhearted OC | F (really cute) 🌷

To The Beat of my Heart @jeonggukingdom - one shot | 7.2k | Dancer AU, mirror smut | S 🌷

Jimin

Lost & Found @alpacaparkaseok - series [17/17] | 62.3k | Soulmate AU, Idol AU, red string of fate (OC cut the string) | A, F 🌷

Mile High Club + Business Meets Pleasure @geniuslab - two shot | 9.8k | Co-workers AU, Office AU, kind of strangers to lovers (both assigned to attend the conference and OC doesn’t interact with PJM before the “airplane smut”) | S, F 🌷

Moon Karaoke @singguks - drabble | 2k | Coworker AU, sudden outage | F (cute) 🌷

Sanctuary @chimchimsauce - series [16/16] | 20k | Hybrid AU, Wolf Hybrid!Jimin, Barista!OC, feat sanctuary staff Taehyung, hurt/comfort | F, A 

Unloved Letters @mintemps - one shot | 3.2k | break up AU, epistolary (letter form, but there were long dialogues in the letters, so more of half-letter?) | A

Taehyung

Allegro @ironicarmy - one shot | 10.9k | Enemies to Lovers, College AU, Music AU, Choir AU | F, A, S 

All That Glitters @/bobagukk - drabble | 1.6k | hybrid AU, dragon hybrid!taehyung, sugar daddy AU | S

All This Stigma @army-author | two shot | 14.9k | Heir AU, FWB AU, College AU, Unplanned Pregnancy AU, Arranged Marriage AU | A, F  🌷

Bibliotheque @joonbird - one shot | 15k | College AU, Librarian!Taehyung, Literature themes, Enemies to Lovers (more of rivals over scholarship) | F, A,S (a reblog of old faves) 🌷

Black Magic @chickenkooks - one shot | 18k | College AU, Magic AU, Magic School, Outsider!Taehyung, Fantasy AU, Witch AU, feat. annoying Jimin 🤭 | S, A, F (the smut scene in the magical world is 👌) 🌷

Do You Want More? @7deadlysinsfics - drabble | 1.6k | actor!taehyung x maid!oc, pwp | S

Guess Who @silhouetted-beauty - two shot [2/2] | 6.8k | established relationship, idol AU (I guess?), threesome with a mystery member (That was the fun part! Guessing who the other member is) | S 🌷

I Choose You @btsqualityy - one shot | 5k | abo dynamics, werewolf AU, Mating AU, soulmate AU | F, S 🌷

Komorebi @jungkookiebus - drabble | 1.1k | strawberry farmer!Taehyung, sensory fic (This is amazing! The way it was written has a real calming effect. Not much on plot but it is a sensory-focused writing 😅) | F 🌷

Love or In Love @rookiegukie - drabble | 1k | doctor AU, persistent Taehyung (really cute) | F 🌷

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Jungkook

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🥕 posted: 2021 Apr 23

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Pull Up J.WS  (M)

-pairing: fwb! wooseok x female reader ex-boyfriend! changgu x female reader

-genre: angst and smut

-words: 4.8k

-A/n: this is my first work on this platform and i hope you enjoy this! (ps. I really wanted to add a pic of him from the visual motif but it didn’t paste right T^T) >>Masterlist

~~~ It had been a rough week. A hella rough week. Although Wooseok shouldn’t have been complaining. He had known that he was bad when it came to flings. Especially when it comes to you. His old habits of fucking around were too damn hard to break. He knows the many times he had let you down these past years. The many times that he had put you aside for another person then went right back to you. The times you screamed and yelled at him, and the times that you just cried in his arms while he cradled you. Wooseok smiled bitterly while looking down at his glass. God had he messed up. God how it had hurt him when he went to call you only to find out that you had blocked him. He must have deserved it. And he did. And he regretted every decision right now, still knowing that it is way too late for that. He scoffed and gulped down the drink that was in his hand. 

He grabbed his car keys on his kitchen counter. He was going to visit you tonight even if it was going to be the end of him. His breathing was heavy and he was a bit frustrated with himself. How could he be so stupid and continue to be? I mean come on why would you forgive him this time? What was a good reason? There wasn’t. The only reason there was was that now he had really notices how stupid he was and that he probably was in love with you. But were you in love with him. He huffed and ran his hands through his hair. He hadn’t even started the car? How could he. This was a bad fucking idea. He wanted to speed down and pull up to your house telling you he loved you but he had nothing. Should he bring flowers? Was there any flower shop open at this time? Would you even accept his flowers? Would you be happy and kiss him? Damn. How he missed your kisses in the morning after you woke up in his bed. The way you’d wake up and just be happy to be with him that you’d pepper kisses all over his face when he was supposedly sleeping. How he’d pretend to be asleep all that time just to receive them from you. His little secret. 

Now Wooseok was smiling to himself. He came to one conclusion: He needed to get flowers.You were stuck in your house crying. You swore to yourself that you hated him. Hated Wooseok. Why did he always have to be a jerk. Why did you love him so fucking much. You wanted nothing to do with him anymore. You couldn’t just let him play with your heart like that. You’re more than that.. You threw a pillow at the wall. Why were you even guessing yourself over again? All fucking week you’ve been hovering over that goddamn block button and the moment when you press it, you regret it. Your whole world comes down because now you’ve realized how deep you’ve dug this goddamn hole. You had stayed home on and off this week not wanting to run into Wooseok through friends or just on your route to work. That man had a way of coming up into your life. He just loved popping up whenever it felt convenient for him and you hated that. How could he be so goddamn self centered? You threw another pillow. Then shamefully walked to pick the two pillows up because you actually needed to reuse your amo. 

Was it really that bed that just knew you went back on every intention to not see him to wanting to see him? You laughed at yourself and threw a pillow over yourself. You really were in this deep. You proceeded to scream into the pillow loud enough to not disturb the neighbors. When did this even start?Oh, right.You were at a Christmas party in college with all of your friends. You all were absolutely wasted and the music was blaring so loud that sometimes you could only hear the bass as the beat of your heart. It was an amazing nigh so far. You were usually quite a quiet person, but when it came to special occasions like this you were wild. You were dancing on top of a table to a random 2000s song. The whole playlist was composed of them-- ‘cause most of it was lit music. You were jumping and busing random moves with random people cheering you on. At this point you were lost in the moment. Too lost to not notice one turn and you would fall, and you made that turn with someone catching you. You fell into Wooseok's arms and heat immediately reached your face. Your gazes automatically locked. You hadn’t really noticed him before, like really noticed him. Wooseok was just a guy in the group you hung out with. He was very easy to get along with and you hadn’t scraped any deeper than the surface. He put you to the ground immediately and you yelled a ‘woo’ to bring the moment back up.You closed your eyes smiling and when you opened them you were met by Wooseok hovering over you and looking at you with awe. Either that or it was just the liquor in both of your systems. You smiled at him and grabbed his hand. You led him further into the crowd. It was definitely the alcohol  that made you do this. That was your thing, not a logical reason at the time. It wasn’t because  you were dying to see that gaze for the whole night. You danced with him for the rest of the night. He didn’t try to leave, nor did you. You had heard a few things about Wooseok in the past, how he was such a seducer. You hadn’t believed that till now as your hips swayed and he spinned you. He was really good at this. He was so damn tall too. You tugged on his shirt for him to reach down to you. You smiled at him and tried to make yourself taller to whisper into his ear. You whispered in his ear, “I want to kiss you.” He smirked. When you looked at him he fucking smirked. He bent down more and his hand grazed your face. He smiled before he kissed you. You kissed him back and could’ve sworn that no one's lips were ever that soft. You pulled back after a few seconds. He stared at you intensely and you wanted to hide. You hugged him and  stuffed your face into his chest. You could feel his chest vibrate as he laughed. His hand went to your head and caressed it. You smiled while he began to sway you two. You smiled and laughed looking up at him. You smiled back and you reached back up to give him a kiss this time. This kiss was filled with more passion than the last. It was something so sweet. Definitely a drive for what you were about to do, or maybe it was the alcohol. You tugged onto his shirt and he bent down to reach you. You whispered in his ear, “I want to go home, wanna join?” Wooseok looked at you for a moment. He stared as if he was asking you if you were sure about this. Fuck that. You dragged him out of the part grabbing your and his jacket on the way out. You giggled once you were outside the building. You handed him his jacket and kissed him on the lips. You giggled as you pulled away and he laughed back. “We can go in my car. I’m still a bit sober.” Wooseok said. You blinked your eyes. He started to walk to his car. You followed behind. Sober was he? But he does this usually right? He’s a flirt to those who talk of him. You felt a bit stupid. Once you got into the car his hand went straight to your thigh. A sly smirk formed on your lip and you had the urge to lean over and kiss him. You did so receiving a squeeze to your thigh and his hand slid further up. You bit your lip and looked over to him. He had a slight smirk on his face as he turned the corner. All you could think about was how large his hands were on your thighs and how much space they could possibly fill up inside of you. You sunk deeper into the chair, your body was relaxing more. Wooseok noticed the change in your posture and moved his hands further up, going beneath your skirt. He played with the fabric making your ability to breathe a bit harder. You bit your lip as he went under the fabric of your panties and played with your folds.A small guilt crept up that you weren’t doing much for him at all. You looked towards him again. “Wooseok?” He hummed back as a response. His attention was still focused on the road. He had squeezed your thigh while giving you a side glance, but you had stayed quiet. “Is there something wrong?” Wooseok said with a little concern. You sucked in a breath. “Is there anything that I could do for you?” You watched Wooseok with anticipation as he cracked a smile. Alcohol often made you vulnerable and by the looks of it he noticed. Your lips slightly curved down. “Are you making fun of me..?” Wooseok let out a little laugh, not really making matters any better. “No, I'm not a sweetheart. You just sounded so cute there.” He smiled and it was warm and happy. “Don’t worry about me either because tonight it’s about me treating you well. Don’t think I forgot about what Changgu did. You deserve to be loved and treated like a princess.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           You blushed, he was actually quite a charmer. Although, the statement about Changgu had left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. That whole ordeal was another story for another time and you were still quite sour about it. Wooseok's hand rested on your thigh now. He slowly rubbed it, trying his best to make you feel better. Wooseok was now looking back at you frequently, having half of his attention on you. The rest of the car ride was silent after that. Wooseok stopped making moves in order to not step over the bounds again, and you couldn't seem to find  a good icebreaker. The alcohol slowly makes you a bit sleepy. You quickly shook it off and looked back at Wooseok. Part of you knew that if you fell asleep now you wouldn’t get laid and those hands. You hand found its place on top of his. You grabbed his hand and led it back to your inner thigh. Wooseok took a sigh. It wasn’t loud at all. If you hadn’t been so on edge due to your raging emotions you might have heard it. He usually wasn’t one to get too caught up in these type of things but suddenly when you had fallen in his arms tonight and him knowing why you had drank so much he couldn’t help but feel his heart soften. His fingers traced circles onto your skin. They slowly creeped up to your panties and rubbed on them. “Take these off..” Wooseok demanded. His voice wasn’t harsh, but it was definitely an octave lower than what it usually was. You hummed in response, picking your body up to take them off. You let them fall  to the floor as Wooseok parked the car. You looked at him with a confused look. “Why would you ask me to take them off if we were already this close?” He turned to you and smirked. “Maybe because I didn't want you to walk in my house with them?” He looked at you with a serious look before he dropped it then started laughing. You didn’t really get where the punchline was, but his laugh was just so inviting for you to join him. He led you into the apartment complex to his own apartment. You followed closely behind him holding his hand. Once both of your feet were past the threshold he locked his lips onto yours and closed the door behind you. He hiked you onto the door, your legs wrapped around his waist like you had done this before with him. He held you in his arms and carried you to his room. Wooseok was much larger than you and made sure to be gentle with you. Compared to him you were so tiny and he didn’t want to hurt you. He really was serious about treating you tonight. His kisses went from your lips to your jaw to your neck. He slowly sucked on random places while his hands were working to get your dress off of you. You whined when he pulled away to remove the dress over your head. Once your dress was off he had stopped to stare like he was in a trance. Even though that moment felt like it could go on forever he snapped out of it now focusing on getting his own clothes off of himself. He was quick with it too. Wooseok didn’t dress up too much, his style was fashionable but simple. Once he had the last piece of clothing off he crawled towards you on the bed and kissed you again. Now he let his hands roam wherever they wanted– to your boobs, waist, thighs, and the place you needed it the most. He pressed a digit onto your hole before dragging it and pressing it onto your clit. Wooseok smirked when he heard another whine come to your lips. He pressed down one again and circled your clit while he made his mouth busy by kissing your tummy. You let out another whine when Wooseok stopped his movements. It wasn’t too long before he had inserted his finger into your hole. You let out a shaky moan as he added another lengthy finger. He pumped them slowly into you while making small scissor movements. Your eyes were closed, focused on the feeling of his fingers as his pace.  You could feel your orgasm getting closer and your body squirmed with anticipation. You were so close then– Wooseok pulled his fingers away from you. Your eyes shot wide open and you glared at him. One of his eyebrows shot up in amusement. “I was debating on treating you tonight, but I honestly don’t have enough patience for that.” Wooseok moved from his position on the bed to move closer to you. He kissed you again. The kiss started off sweet and slow as maybe an apology, but he got impatient again and the kiss turned heated. He moved his body to hover above yours. He kissed your neck  and lined himself to your entrance before entering you. You watched Wooseok as his eyebrows creased in the middle and his mouth hung open.  It’s when he started to move that you got caught up in your own pleasure. You let your hands roam all over his body, first his arms then his shoulders then to his neck. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck and pulled him closer towards you. Your lips enclosed into a fast sloppy kiss as Wooseok’s hips slammed into yours. You moaned loudly as he it your spot. Your head hit his pillow and you pushed your body into his. He took this as a chance to thrust harder into you as you heels him as close as you could, You kissed his neck sloppily to busy yourself. He whimpered every time you nipped at his neck. You marked him as he had probably marked you from before.You tapped Wooseok’s back as a signal that you were close. You picked up your leg as an attempt to help the orgasm as Wooseok quickened his pace a bit.“You can wait for me right sweetheart?” He looked down at you, and you nodded. Your grip on him grew tighter as he chased for his own orgasm. His thrusts got sloppier as you two got closer to your orgasms. Your thighs started shaking.

“I don’t think I can hold on any lo-” Wooseok thrusted one last time hitting your spot before he quickly pulled out and ejaculated on your stomach. He hovered over you looking down as he tried to catch his breath, and when he did, he leaned down and gave you a soft peck on your cheek.

“I'm going to get something to clean you up, okay?” Wooseok's voice was softer now. There was care laced into it and you couldn’t help but feel warm about it. He got off the bed and grabbed a pair of boxers to put on before he left your room. You giggled as he struggled to put one of his legs through the hole. He was back as fast as he was out. He held a towel that he had run hot water over with and cleaned you with it before setting it on the nightstand. “I should get you something to cover yourself with– hang on.” Wooseok moved somewhere across the room. It was too dark for your worn out body. He was too cute though. The way Wooseok was now alert and frantic about getting you the care that you need. He came back to the bed with a large white tee. You slipped into it easily and you scooted over for him. He had also put on a pair of sweatpants while you were busy admiring him. You cuddled into Wooseok’s embrace once he got  under the covers with you. You stared at him even going as far as to squint your eyes.  You smiled before saying, “You’re so hot woo~ Why didn’t I notice it before?” Your hand was in his hair.

He looked at you before humming. “Because of him..” That hit you like a truck. Of course. How could you always forget about Changgu so easily?  You responded with a small ’oh’ before you snuggled back into his chest and slept. ~~~~~ That’s how it all started. You end up in Wooseok’s bed, and the countless times it repeated after that. Surprisingly, you two had managed to keep it a secret from your friend group. They were very nosey when it came to everyone's love life, and considering your breakup they would push you with random guys whenever you guys went out. Wooseok always watched you closely. He gave you a stare that meant not to bother with those guys you were being pushed towards and for some reason you listened.

At some point that rule seemed to be lost because you had heard from those same friends that Wooseok had started sleeping around again. That caused some sort of possessiveness to rise up in you because you had snapped at them to be quiet about it. You still remember their reaction to it. They never talked about it– for a couple of days at least. You smiled a bit to yourself. You cried a bit more and you missed Wooseok. You especially missed his arms around you cradling you every time you cried.Then you had an idea– a bad one. What was the reason Wooseok had made the move in the first place? Changgu. How could you pay back a little bit? Changgu. You did feel a little guilty for trying to use him, but it’s not like he gave a shit about you. He made that one clear when he had broken up with you and confessed that he had felt nothing for two months. At the time that had broken you. Maybe that’s why you found yourself at that party- going crazy. Maybe that’s why you had ended up in Wooseok’s arms.

You dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring. “Hello?”

God his voice gave you goosebumps– and not the good kind. “Come over. Same passcode.” You hung up before he could reject you. Even somewhere you had hoped that he wouldn‘t come over. You were hoping that he would reject you, but he had noticed the way your voice sounded. He heard the hurt that was underneath the confidence, and so he showed up coming in. He let himself into your room and hugged you. No he didn’t love for you or care for you in that manner, but he did still care for your feelings. 

You hugged him, sinking into his embrace. You somehow managed to cry more and tell Changgu everything that had been on your mind for the past four months. When Changgu heard about your hook-up with Wooseok something changed in him. He had changed his whole mood. His gaze turned darker and he was still holding you but a little tighter.

Changgu couldn’t take the fact that Wooseok would do something like that to you. He felt some Possessiveness creeping into him. Thank god he didn’t know about it when it went down because he might’ve beat Wooseok up. He held your chin and pulled it towards him. The look of hurt in your eyes was still as big as it was before. He leaned in to kiss you. That was it for you. You melted in the love filled kiss, or what was supposed to be. 

The truth is that Changgu was filled with a sort of jealousy. That was something he made clear in the kiss. The physical touch that you had been craving was filled. The feeling of being with Changgu was so similar but so foreign. Have you really gotten used to Wooseok’s touch? Or was it that Changgu had once again lost his loving touch that was placed with the roughness of his burning jealousy. Maybe it was both. Your hands were so easy to travel to his hair pulling him more towards you. Your body already knew to straddle him. How soft his touch felt as he picked you up and carried you to your own bed. He gave you that same look that he used to always give you and you stripped while he did too. He leaned closer into you for another possessive kiss.

“You were always mine, and I’ll make you mine again.” Changgu kissed and nipped your neck to mark you. Part of you knew what was going on and the other part of you wanted to continue to live in that ignorant bliss. The bliss of his wants playing with your breasts as he kissed your neck. You buckle your hips to his. No one needed to know what was going on between the two of you.

“Needy, are we?” Changgu rubbed your side as he picked his head up to look you in the eyes. You nodded. Changgu chuckled and shook his head as he lined himself up and pushed in. God how you needed this sort of release, this sort of intimacy. You rolled your hips onto his. If one thing was for certain Changgu made sure to leave marks on your body. He was pounding into you like there was really no tomorrow. He let a hand snake up to your neck and press down on it. You let your eyes shut as you arched your back in ecstasy and came. 

You heard Changgu chuckle again, “Oh, really? It took you that quick to cum?” Changgu caressed your side as he now chased for his own orgasm. “I guess… he wasn’t that good at pleasuring you then.” You whined into response to his words. You weren’t really sure of what it meant yourself. Was it because you hadn’t gotten a good orgasm from Changgu for so long, or you miss the orgasms that Wooseok gave you? Changgu took it the first way which pulled him to his own climax.  Have you treated you softly, finally coming down from his height of jealousy, you felt guilty. 

One thing was for certain, you still missed Wooseok. Even when Changgu went to help dress you and clean up any mess that you two made, it still felt distant. You missed the personal-ness that you had with Wooseok. He always made you laugh and feel good in anyway that it was. Sleeping with Changgu didn’t fix it. It didn’t fill that Wooseok-sized hole that was in your heart.

By the time morning arrived Changgu was gone. You sulked back underneath the covers. It’s okay no one will know about it.. Like how no one knew what you had going on about Wooseok. You convinced yourself to get off of your bed. Slowly… step by step. 

Your phone rang and you picked it up right away. It was your friend screaming over the phone. “YOU SLEPT WITH YEO CHANGGU? ARE YOU OKAY?! YOU NEVER DO THAT KIND OF SHIT” You could’ve sworn that your heartbeat was speeding up with every word that this woman spoke.

“FIRST OF ALL SHH! SECOND OF ALL, why don’t you let me explain to you before you go arounds screaming at me?”

“Yes.. Yes.. Now tell me what the hell is going on with you!” You explained to her the feelings of loneliness of not being close to anyone. It was Wooseok who you were desperately missing his touch that you wanted, you knew that deep inside of you but you couldn’t say that. That would cause a disaster. You really blamed it on the break-up like you did every time you and Wooseok fought and your friends caught you spending all day in your room.The only thing that wasn’t clicking to you about this whole situation was how the fuck she found out about this. You for sure hadn’t told anyone.

 A spark of anger lit inside of you when you realized that Changgu probably told everyone. All the words that he was saying in bed clicked. Personally, he was infuriated by the fact that Wooseok had taken advantage of you in that state and then fucked you over at the same time, maybe worse than he did. You only hoped that Wooseok hadn’t heard  of it yet. Wooseok had heard about it much earlier than you had. He had woken up to a headache, probably the hangover, and to his phone blowing up. His heart started racing, it was a good racing like the type that you get when you’re excited for something. He hoped that you had finally unblocked him and texted him. Then when he saw it was from a group message he had rolled his eyes. Although Still curious, he had opened it to check what it was about. The subject, yours and Changgu's intimate exchange, was something that he couldn’t take.

 Then his heart started pounding, the kind that beats at your chest so hard that it hurt. Now he knew. He knew deep down inside that he couldn’t wait a second longer to go and visit you. He knew that he just couldn’t stand by anymore and let the time pass by. He knew that he had to clear things up between him and you for him to somehow be okay and live with himself. He didn’t even take the time to get too dressed up, just the small things that you would say about his clothes he made sure to pay attention to and apply it to his outfit. He stopped at a CVS too to get flowers. Girls always love flowers right? They’re always nice to receive right?

By the time he reached your house he couldn’t control his tears of fear of losing you. His knocking was more like banging., which made you scared in the beginning. You were crying too in fear that now Wooseok wouldn’t want you and that he had seen you differently. Barely holding back your tears you went to meet Wooseok at the door. You opened the door slowly and peeked your head out to meet a crying Wooseok. It broke your heart to see him like that. You opened the door widely and just hugged him, repeating your apologies to him. Wooseok dropped the flowers to hug you back and cry with you. He caressed you back as you cries and repeated it's okay and apologized too. It went on like that for a while, just the two of you in each other’s arms crying. Wooseok leaned his head against yours looking deep into your eyes while sniffling. “I was so scared I was going to lose you.” He cried a bit again.

“Me too. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You sniffled again, kind of laughing now. Wooseok reached your face to brush off some of the tears that still remained.

He kissed your tear stains before saying, “Promise me that you'll unblock me and become my love.” He held out his pinky.

You laughed, how could he still be this cute and sincere. You connected your pinky with his and closed your eyes with a smile. “I promise.”

[justnerdystuffs]

A very Merry Christmas

Yelena Belova x reader

This is for @startrekkingaroundasgard's Winter Gift Exchange, with @marvelouslytrekking as my giftee! Aimee I'm sorry it's late and I hope you like it. PS: This miiight count as a meet-messy and not a meet cute, but I trieeed,,,...

Approx 1.3 K words

Warnings: Hawkeye spoilers!!

This was written at 2am with no proofreader, so all mistakes are mine.

When you met Yelena Belova, you had no idea it would change for life forever.

It had been in November, and it was pretty strange. You lived in a fairly decent sized apartment, in a very average part of New York. In hindsight, you could see how it made sense for your closest neighbor to be an undercover Avenger’s safehouse. Which to be fair was just a benefit for you. When Clint wasn’t home, which was usually, that just meant that you had at least one quiet neighbour. It was good. Your life was a bit boring at times maybe, but overall good. That all changed when a certain blonde with a heavy accent, an awesome vest and kickass makeup knocked on your door.

She introduced herself outside the door, and you could feel her eyes scanning you as she did. “Hi (Y/N) (Y/L/N), neighbour to Clint Barton. I’m Yelena. I’m not gonna bother you, I’m just letting you know that I need to find Barton, and I want you to text me if he shows up here, please?” The woman smiled at you and handed you a mostly black and completely blank business card. “Huh, that’s useful and not at all kinda scary. How do you know my name?” You paused. “Wait. How come you need to find Clint, you know his address, and my name, and yet you can’t just.. Call him?” Yelena’s smile widened. “I’m going to kill him.” she stated. You laughed, figuring she was joking. She wasn’t. In fact, her face was completely neutral, save a spark in her eye. “Can I come in?” she pointed into your living room, making a move to enter before you stopped her. “Hold on, Yelena “Random stranger with a vest”, I don’t let just anyone into my apartment” you half joked. She quirked her lip. “I’m not “Just anyone” (Y/N) (Y/L/N), I’m Yelena.” she quipped back. You smiled warmly at her. “Now that sounds like a threat.” Yelena actually laughed. “It’s a promise, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Remember to text me if he shows up!” With that, she stepped back and walked quickly away down the hallway. “Nice vest by the way!” you yelled after her. As a door shut you heard a muffled “Right!?”

Little did you know she was already planning on how to see you again. After she’d killed Barton.

It just so happened that when Clint did show up next door again, you only knew because you could hear someone else with him. A part of you wanted to text Yelena. Another wanted to know just what Clint had gotten himself into since she “wanted to kill him”. However, fortunately for him, the business card stayed resolutely black and void of text.

Which was why you found it mildly rude when you recieved maybe only hours after he arrived that only said “Why haven’t you texted me yet?”. You almost managed to convince yourself you didn’t know who the text was from. In the end you decided to accept your fate. “Because your card is pure black. With no text.” A moment passes before your phone dings again. “Really? My bad.” then another. “Well, now you can. Tell me”. You paused. “Tell you what?” you sent. “Tell me that Clint is there. WIth that girl, Kate.” You let out a confused laugh. “Clearly you already know”. The reply was instant. “Yes.” Followed by “But I want you to tell me.” You paused again. “Why?” You didnt get an answer.

You and Yelena continued to text, sometimes you flirted, but otherwise your life went on. She occasionally asked you about Clint, but you had nothing to tell her. December came. You started getting little presents on your door. The first was a candy-striped scarf. It had a note. The note read 1. “On the first day of Xmas…” You decided it had to be a calendar of some sort. Your mind went to Yelena, but you pushed it aside quickly. You barely knew her well enough to consider her a friend, despite your talking and flirting. Besides, you’d only met her once. Ignoring your doubt, you decided to text her and ask. “Do you know who gave me a present?” The answer didn’t and still doesn’t surprise you. “Why would I know?” she asked. You rolled your eyes at her attempt at deflection. “We both know you have cameras on Clint’s door, you can definitely see mine too.” A few minutes passed and you were sure she wasn’t going to answer you. “I’m not telling you. I’m not a Grinch.” You laughed. “Sure. You can accept stalking, but not Grinching. Noted ;D”. You almost got whiplash from how quickly the next text came in. “HOW DO I DO THAT” then another “PLEAAAASE TEACH ME”, and your original conversation was forgotten from there.

The gifts continued through December, one more thoughtful than the next. You’d tried all manner of ways to catch your secret gifter, not limited to setting up traps, deduction, bribing, pestering and pleading with Yelena. None of which worked. At one point after you found the present inside your apartment you asked her if you should move, and she’d brushed you off with a question of “Do you think I’d let it happen if you were in danger?”. It probably shouldn’t make you feel safer, but it did.

After the scarf it was mittens. A beanie. Candy canes. The perfect Christmas tree ornament. Chocolate bombs. The book “The night before Christmas” and the album American Pie. A pair of crampons the day after you slipped on some ice. Every two days you’d come home and find something. The mixture of generic and obscure yet so perfect drove you nuts. The tenth day you assumed it had been lost to the dog Clint apparently had now, and you met Kate for the first time. The eleventh you had been completely exhausted, and you’d come home and found everything ready for the perfect self-care routine.

On Christmas Eve you came home from a dinner with some friends to find a crying Yelena sitting on your couch and eating Mac n’ Cheese. With hot sauce. Geez, this woman was a mess. You didn’t ask what was wrong. You’d heard Clint on your way in. You simply sat down and opened your arms to her. She crawled over and cried in your arms, hugging you koala style. You rearranged yourself so you’d both be comfortable and settled in. You let her cry herself out, hiding her face in your neck. When you could feel her calm down, you rubbed her back a bit, then whispered to her. “The presents were from you, weren’t they?” You felt her nod into your neck and bit back your smile. “Why?” you asked. She pulled back and looked at you, face stained from running makeup, eyes red from crying, and still the prettiest thing you’d seen that holiday season. Her voice was a little hoarse but unbelievably soft. “Couldn’t ask you out just yet, so I decided to test my chances with those.” Hearing her words you stopped checking your smile, and reached for her hand. You slid your hand along her arm, down to her palm, feeling the soft skin. You intertwined your fingers and looked her in the eye. “I’d like that.” you whispered. And she smiled.

The rest, as you say, is history.

[gaiuswrites]

King of Cups || Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Tower

Archive: ao3 | masterlist | two

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Summary: You’re apart of the Refugee Relief Movement, an intergalactic organization providing aid throughout the systems, and you find yourself assisting at a resettlement camp in Lothal when disaster strikes, changing your life forever, intertwining your path with that of a certain Mandalorian bounty hunter.

Word count: 3.7k~

Rated: Mature

Warnings: descriptive violence, blood/injury mentioning, danger, mature language

Notes: Hi y'all, welcome. This fic is going to be set during Season 2 of The Mandalorian, and will be what I like to call ‘canon adjacent’. ALSo, this chapter is very much so Reader focused, setting up the scene and the general pacing of the story, but naturally, Din will be more and more featured as things progress. I’m a sucker for backstory and a slow burn, so ye be warned. Please feel free to reach out to me. :) I’d love to hear from you lovely little beans. Be safe out there, friends.

Lothal was a planet all too familiar with occupation.

You remember seeing a quote somewhere that read ‘Look no further than Lothal if you want to see what happens when the Empire takes control of an entire world’; and although the Imperial chokehold had loosened when the Empire fell, the planet, even all these years later, still found itself gasping for breath. 

Off world migration from the Core Worlds had been popularized since the expansion of the Imperial government bureaucracy, which brought booming business opportunities for the fortunate few, but as the rich became richer, the poor grew poorer. The Lothalites were forced out of their homes, off their own lands—refugees on their own planet; forced to resettle and relocate with nothing but the clothes on their back and the possessions they could cram into their pockets. The only heirlooms passed on from generation to generation were that of poverty, tall tales of former splendor, and the greatest of ancestral traumas: disillusionment.

The truly desperate turned to crime, and what couldn’t be solved by back-dealings and blaster fire was managed with fear mongering and the bitter flair of xenophobia. There was always a species to blame, and it was always the one who seemed to be doing better off, no matter how slight the margin. 

Greed. Fear. Despair. These are the currencies in which the galaxy trades. 

And so it was then, and continued to be, cycle after cycle. History, always finding clever ways to repeat itself.

On bad days, pollution still loomed heavy over the atmosphere—remnants of the fires from the Imperial occupation still clinging on to Lothal’s weary bones. She had been stripped during that time; gutted and strung up by her feet to dangle from the Empire’s meat hook, exsanguinated slowly, drop by drop, until she had nothing left to give. Her resources and minerals and ore and water and seed, robbed. Pillaged.

She’s free from it now, but the scars remain— the planet remembers. Her people do not forget. Like muscle memory, they all ungulate to this synthesized rhythm they can’t seem to shake, day in and day out, wandering. Forever unsettled.

The planet had always had a diverse population and had become something of a safe haven for other abandoned people fleeing their home worlds, determined to find somewhere - anywhere - for them to survive. Lothal provided that for them. It wasn’t rich or bountiful by any stretch, but it was simple and safe—safe in the way hidden things in plain sight are. One could blend into the crowd of many, unique faces, of all races and backgrounds; you could be anonymous, if you wanted. You could be free.

That’s how you’ve found yourself here in Jortho. You had been with the Refugee Relief Movement for the better part of what felt like forever, and they had transferred you to this planet not six weeks ago. You were out on rotation; the RRM sends someone new twice a cycle for the span of a month or two to varying locations to supply rations, aid with the influx of refugees, organize resettlement lodgings, and generally be of assistance when and where you could. However, your tenure on this temperate planet was coming to a close, and soon you’d be flying back to the headquarters on Coruscant before being bounced to another post somewhere out among the stars. 

You love your job. You know it’s unpopular to say, but you do. It’s fulfilling and impactful and indescribably special. The individuals you meet, the stories you hear, they’re invaluable— priceless and precious, like handmade trinkets crafted by the fingers of a child; you press them all to your heart, holding them there. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t get to you— the weight of it; the plights of all of these people, all of these lives, burdening your conscience. It isn’t always painless— you aren’t immune to it. Even so, on most nights you manage to sleep easy, tucked away aboard the transport freighter you flew in on with the batch of settlers newly assimilated into town knowing Maker, at least you were doing something— anything— everything you could.

And really, to call Jortho a town would be an insult to all towns everywhere—but ‘town’ has a certain charm to it that ‘refugee camp’ simply did not, and it gave the people hope. Pride, even. That they belonged somewhere.

You suppose that’s all anyone wants. To belong. 

A feather soft gust of wind tickles the golden blades of prairie grass as the sun, bleary and tired, starts dipping from the sky. The crickbeets begin their song early, trilling, sensing Lothal’s moons still coyly tucked away, hiding somewhere along the horizon. A smile adorns your face, private and serene, as you bring a bowl of broth up to your lips, humming when the warm liquid meets your tongue. You sigh, contented, taking in the sights before you; how the dusk blurs the aromatic air, making it opaque, the shuttles docked across the way from you casting long purple shadows onto the flat plains, the snowcapped mountains in the distance bordering the cant of the planet’s surface, nestling Jortho in a shallow valley.

You feel calm, at peace, and take another sip.

An easy moment passes, and it’s the last one you get before silence stalks up from behind you.

You don’t notice it at first, like any patient predator, it goes undetected: the white noise, the nothingness— until finally, you do and then suddenly it’s everywhere. On top of you. Smothering you. Goosebumps stipple your skin and you bristle. The insects have stopped chirping. The breeze has stilled. The air hangs dead. 

And then—

Chaos.

You’re hit with a blast of crushing heat, the sheer power of it picking you up off your feet and onto your side, sending your body careening into a nearby structure. Your shoulder takes most of the blow, but your neck still snaps backwards unnaturally, the back of your head colliding with the stone wall behind you with a dull thwack. You let out a groaned cry at the impact, the wind knocked out of your lungs as you crumple to the ground.

For an instant, your vision goes white, stars popping and fusing out in front of your pupils, and it’s like you can feel everything and nothing all at once, hollow but overwhelmed, and all you want to do is close your eyes and drift asleep— Maker that would feel like a luxury, just right here on the damn dirt. And you almost do, you almost let yourself slip under and sink— until you hear a piercing scream from somewhere close. 

Immediately your eyes shoot open, desperately blinking away the blurriness that threatens to over take them, and you try pushing yourself up by the heels of your scraped hands, failing once - twice - before finding your footing. You’re shaky at first, uncoordinated and dizzy and redownloading bipedalism, before that sweet drug of adrenaline starts to course through your veins and finally, finally, you take in your surroundings. 

The ships that once stood across the field are gone, obliterated, and in their place only metal ribcages remain—empty carcasses like dead birds splayed on their backsides, imploded from the inside out, their bits strewn all around you. 

Your breathing comes hard and heavy, fighting down panic, and cloudy eyes search through the thick black smoke billowing up in stacks, trying to pin point the source of the scream you’d heard just moments ago. You cough a strained wheeze, sputtering against the charred air, and wade your way through the debris— it’s only then that you realize the magnitude of the explosion. It’s not just the landing bay, it’s half the kriffing village. The buildings that neighbored the airfield had been decimated, burning roofs and crumbling fixtures, homes collapsing onto themselves, scorch marks and shrapnel branding the outsides of the shanties left standing.

It looks like a battlefield. You’ve seen holovids of this—what war can look like, how it can ruin a people… But you’ve never had to stand in the middle of it, head on. 

Your heart drums against your chest as you break into a hobbled run, desperately scanning the area for any signs of life, up and down, left and right, straining against the waning daylight. It’s then that you hear your name, urgent and frantic, and you whip your head in it’s direction, knees nearly buckling in relief. You immediately recognize your friend Hareem, brandishing her arms at you, waving you over to her. 

“Thank the Maker, you’re alright!” the Balosar cries out, trembling hands finding purchase on your shoulders, bracing you. You don’t know if its for your benefit or her own, but either way you’re grateful for the grounding pressure; for the first time since the initial blast, you feel solid, like you won’t just float away, atomized and weightless. Worried, you look her over. A sliver of fresh scarlet blooms from her scalp, a small line trickling down past her temple, but she otherwise looks relatively unharmed. You grasp onto her wrist, squeezing firmly.

“What the hell happened?” You ask, voice low and pitched, wide fearful eyes drilling into her.

“T-There was a man-” And she shakes her head, mouth clamping shut, deep wrinkles framing her face.

“Hareem,” you reassure, giving her another squeeze. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.

She tries again with a steadying inhale, “I-I saw him. A-a man. He had a device with him, and he set charges, and Maker I don’t know— I don’t know— it went off a-and he ran towards the center of town!” The Balosar is in hysterics, tears spilling down her dirty cheeks, and it takes your brain a moment to catch up, to wrap your mind around the words she’s stuttering out. 

A man. 

Device. 

Charges.

A bomb. This wasn’t an accident; this was an attack—and he’s still kriffing here. You cup her cheeks, thumbs rubbing against the pale skin, smearing away the blood that’s nearly dripped to her chin. Your friend’s gaze is flighty, everywhere and nowhere, and you try giving her a smile, but you’re not quite sure you manage it.

“Hareem? Hareem. Hey, shh, you’re okay. You’re alright…” You peel your eyes off her to glance around hurriedly. “We need to find cover.”

///

You’re holed up in one of the few remaining homes on this side of the encampment, crowded into the small space with three other survivors. All four of you, packed in and silent and petrified. Unsure of any further threat, you stay completely still. Helpless. Laying here, idle, for whatever awaits you behind that feeble, wooden door. You feel like prey for the wicked, just passing the time.

Minutes inch along like this—or maybe its hours; time moves eerily different when you’re attempting to become invisible—and eventually, you almost begin to relax.

Almost.

But a new sound breaks the din, hard to recognize at first, indistinct from all the commotion outside their hut, but you hear it. You all do. The youngest of you, a teenaged Devaronian, grips onto the hem of your shirt, knuckles creasing with anticipation. You tense, spine going rigid. Footsteps. They’re slow, guarded, but they’re getting closer. You bring an arm up, for all the good it’ll do, creating a human shield in front of the boy at your side. Closer. Someone behind you muffles a whimper. Closer. A Bardottan you hadn’t even met until today let’s out the faint whisper of a prayer, lips barely ghosting over the phrases. Closer- 

and then, nothing.

They’re here. You can sense him, see his shadow sweep across the gaps in the entryway. You all hold your breath, as if the air is being syphoned out of the space… And the door is flung open, nearly breaking off it’s hinges as it slams into the inside of the house, shuttering the rickety walls with a jarring bang. 

You don’t know who looks more astonished: you four, or the Mandalorian before you, dripping head to toe in silver plated armor, pointing a blaster directly at your head.

“Where is he?” He asks, hard edged and modulated, and it’s more of a demand than a question—but he lowers his weapon all the same, holstering it at his side. You gape at him, guppying wordlessly. “Volcur X’elo. The bomber. Where?” He hasn’t moved an inch out of the doorframe but he’s still managing to loom over you, completely filling up the archway, shoulders set and impossibly intimidating.

You gulp, finally finding your voice. “In town, i-in the center of town…” Kriff, you had not idea if that intel was good or not, but it’s all you think to say. Seeming satisfied with your answer he turns on his booted heel, cape whipping behind him, leaving just as soon as he arrived. The dust barely has time to settle as the door teeter’s on its hinge, its rusty squeaks filling the void in the Mandalorian’s wake.

“Fuck,” you hiss, exhaling a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, doubling forward, propping your palms up on your knees.

///

After deliberating it with your group, you all come to the agreement of braving it outside. Better to be out under the open sky than die under a concaving apartment, clambering over each other to get to the exit. After all this, at least your dignity was still partially in tact— normally, you reckon you’d chuckle dryly at that. But you don’t. 

Can’t. 

You lead the pack through the mazelike streets. The sights that once seemed so familiar after weeks of living here become like strangers to you, and you sleepwalk through Jortho, snaking down paths marred by rubble and fallen wreckage— you haven’t seen any bodies, but maybe that isn’t true. Maybe you’re just too scared to notice them. Maybe they’re there, hovering just outside of your peripherals, haunting the corners of your vision… 

You keep your head fixed forward, jaw clenched.

Your feet move on their own like this, only vaguely aware that the red-skinned boy still hadn’t let go of your tunic. You forge on. Have to. You have to. Your only purpose on this kriffing planet was to help these people, to bring them aid, and if that means simply planting one foot in front of the other, then so be it. You take side alleys, double backing here and there, ducking under canopies, looping around yourself, only stopping when you catch a glimpse of beskar, the orange setting sun glinting off the surface of his helmet.

And he’s not alone.

You freeze suddenly, as do the rest, and the Devaronian bumps into you, stumbling under his lanky legs. Some paces in front of you, the bounty hunter has the other man, this Volcur X’elo, by a punishing grip on his shoulders, shoving him forcefully out in front of him; his wrists are bound and he’s fitful without the stabilization of his arms, his feet staccatoed and flailing wildly beneath him as the Mandalorian marches him forward. 

The wind shifts, and on it you can hear the bomber rant madly, only catching snippets of the vile nonsense that spews from him.“- like swine, they are a plague to the system! And they must be purged from this planet, and the next, and the next— every last filthy one!” You spare a glance to Hareem, to find her watching the scene in hypnotized horror, but your eyes snap back at the sound of something maniacal, drawing your attention. It’s laughter. The zealot begins to laugh a twisted, mocking cry that makes you want to vomit. “You might have me in binders Mandalorian, but you’re too late. You’re too late. This isn’t over!” He’s practically giggling, gleeful and demented. Disturbed. “You’ve only found one.”

Your blood runs cold. 

Only one? Oneoneoneone, one what-

The realization hits you with a punch to your gut. He’s only detonated one of his bombs. Somewhere, nearby, there must be another.

Without another word, the Mandalorian whips the smaller man around, pulling him sharply by his collar to collide with his breastplate, completely dwarfing him with his beskar frame. “Where is it, X’elo?” Nothing. Only laughter. High pitched, terrible roars. He tries again, patience ebbing. “The bomb. Now.” X’elo’s head tilts back and he howls another crowing shriek, keeping private his own sick joke, as if clutching a secret to his chest with slimy hands. 

The bounty hunter had heard enough. He clearly wasn’t getting anything more out of him, and with a quick strike, he rears his blaster and pistol whips the terrorist with it. The body drops. Volcur X’elo crumples, unconscious, blood streaming from where he was struck. You hear the Bardottan behind you stifle a cry with her fist. 

And with that, Lothal’s sun disappears completely, stealing away the last of it’s light as it furls into itself, shrinking out of sight. The dark ushers a new wave of dread, creeping over Jortho like a miasma, poisoning the very air.

The Mandalorian wheels around, searching for his heading in the labyrinth of the town. Others have gathered now, poking their heads around corners, stealing glimpses through windows. He turns, his head on a swivel. “Where is your power generator?” he demands, addressing the small crowd, but you’re all too stunned to speak. “Anybody. Generator. Now.” There’s something new in his voice, something muddled, and it takes you a moment to interpret it. It’s desperation, you realize, tinny and deep through his vocoder, and with a surge of adrenaline you move forward, furthering yourself from your group. You swallow. “I-Its this way.” Upon hearing your voice, he spins around, his visor latching on to you, and with a nod you both set out. 

“Watch him,” the Mandalorian growls past his shoulder, stepping over the bounty’s limp body.

///

You’re still not really sure how he knew where it’d be, you wonder to yourself, gravel crunching under foot as you both trudge on, an eery quiet settling over them. You’d say it was a lucky hunch, but judging by the way the Mandalorian carries himself, you doubt luck had much to do with it. 

You had led him to the power generator hub on the other side of the sad excuse for a city, traveling in tense silence, and when you came upon that tall, bulky machine he sprang into action, circling it until he found what he was looking for. The bomb. You stood back, rooted there, and after some grunting and rewiring— or maybe he just hacked at it with a vibroblade, you had no idea; his wide frame engulfed his work and you couldn’t tell what he was up to, all you knew was that his methods proved successful— the man managed to disarm the second device. You had thought you noticed his shoulders release, slumping with relief, after the red flashing lights on the rudimentary interface flickered and then went dark.

And so here you are. The two of you, bathed in the bright light of Lothal’s twin moons, their bellies hanging full in the blue-black night, illuminating the trail of blood staining the dirt beneath your boots as the Mandalorian roughly drags the body by his ankle behind him— through the exploded rubble, through the fragmented lives of the people around you, already displaced and estranged. They’ll all have to move, you think, pack up their lives, or what little is left of them, and relocate. Again. The thought sinks in you like a stone, sobering you. 

Even with the weight of a fully grown man to lug, the bounty hunter is still a few long strides in front of you and your eyes are trained on the unconscious form, taking in the way his mouth lolls open like an animal, his hair matted with thick blood, eyes rolled back into his head. You’re talking out loud before you even realize it.

“How sick do you have to be,” you mumble, transfixed. Your voice, it’s not angry; no, shock has effectively robbed you of that— it’s not anger, but bewilderment. Quivering, broken bewilderment.

“H-How hoodwinked and warped you’d have to be, how disturbed... For you to think like that. To do all... all this...” 

“Hey,” his gruff voice shakes you from your trance, and you blink up at him, tearing your eyes off the body. “Focus,” he urges, and you can only nod dumbly back at him, suddenly feeling a ripple of nausea slither through you.

The ramp to his ship is lowering as they come upon it and you plant yourself at the base, feet seeming to stop on their own accord, and frankly you’re not really sure why you’ve even followed him this far in the first place— always a step behind him as he hauled his bounty all the way through the vestiges of Jortho, across the arid prairie to where he first touched down. Maybe it’s because you feel untethered, unmoored, and all of his steeled surety is like a lighthouse, a beacon, guiding you away from the rocks. 

He heaves X’elo up the ramp and you’re left standing there, staring unseeingly into the durasteel, becoming more and more aware of the ringing in your ears. The longer time passes, the more it’s as if you’re underwater, the background blurring into the foreground, sound gargled and far away. A high pitched buzz pinches your ear drums, and it takes you a moment to realize the Mandalorian is calling out to you, trying to get your attention.

“— Dala.”

Does he sound annoyed? Kriff, you think he might... If you had your wits about you, you might be able to recognize it. But as it stands, you don’t. You’re not here, not all of you. You’re splintered. Suspended.

“Hmm? Sorry, what..?” Your mouth is as dry as Jakku— parched desert tongue darting across your cracked lip, tasting soot and ash and something metallic. Brow furrowed, you touch a shaky finger to the flesh and when you pull it back, crimson red dots your skin. 

Oh, you think, numb. Huh. 

Your eyes skitter back up to the Mandalorian, towering over you, nearly at the apex of the incline, and his stance is broad and his fists are clenched. You’re almost positive he’s glaring down at you through his visor, and you don’t even know the man, can’t even see his damn face, but you can tell he’s peeved— Maker, just how long had you been ignoring him?

A scratched noise comes through his helmet’s vocoder and his next words are clipped, punctuated. “I said, do you have a way off this skug hole?”

[sen-no-yume]

23:35

❀ pairing : bakugo katsuki x reader

❀ summary : the last twenty-five minutes turned out to be way more valuable than the past twenty-three hours and thirty-five minutes of the day you missed. 

❀ notes : i got this request from anonymous. im sorry for taking a long time to make this and not making this the exact way you want it, but here you go and happy belated birthday! PS. we all knew that hes an early bird but oh well..

❀ anonymous : Hello! I saw that you requests where open and I wanted to request something as yesterday was my birthday and not a single one of my friends remembered expect for one of my friends parents who text me happy birthday so I was hoping you could do a bakugo x reader where he and the bakusquad forget the readers birthday and maybe his mam or some adult asks him what he’s doing for the readers birthday and that’s when he remembers 💚💚

You were never fond of birthdays.

Call it a party pooper or whatever, but the sole fact that birthday pisses you off will never leave your subconsciousness. It might or might not have something to do with the fact that you have a very low level of presence, so people usually never notice nor try to ask for your birthday date. Some people – no, actually a lot wouldn’t even realize and would spend their days just like how they usually do. It just unintentionally became offending when they try to surprise other people on their birthdays in front of you sometimes.

Well, you can never completely blame other people for that. You always stayed low to the point people won’t recognize you until you talk, so the whole ignorance wasn’t solely anyone’s fault. However, sometimes you hoped that at least someone would wish you a happy birthday, just a bit.

This year wasn’t as different as the last. Forget the candles and cakes, nobody even wished you a happy birthday except for your family. Well, that was to be expected. Although you feel a tinge of hurt, you spent your day pretending nothing special was happening. It wasn’t such a big deal anyway, you kept ensuring yourself.

After all, this happens every year.

That was until half past eleven at night, you heard the vibrate of your phone. You were in the middle of studying, but you went to take a peek and saw that Bakugo sent you a message. Curious, you opened your phone to see what the message was.

Call me when you see this.

So you did.

It didn’t take more than two seconds when the other line picked up. You could hear rustling before Bakugo greeted you.

“Hey.” Hearing his raspy voice, it sounded as if he was irritated about something. Although Bakugo was usually yelling, this time he sounded uncharacteristically quiet. As if he was contemplating about something. What, though, you didn’t know. You decided not to mention it because you wanted to ask about something else instead that piqued your curiosity.

“Hi, so why did you ask me to call you?”

There was a recognizable pause. “You didn’t tell me.”

You raised your eyebrow despite knowing the person on the other line couldn’t see it. “Tell you what?”

“Your birthday. It was today.” Despite Bakugo trying to mask the guilt with an annoyed growl, you can still sense it was there.

Oh.

You decided to laugh to lighten the mood, “Wow, who told you? Not even one of our classmates actually realized it so-”

“Stop trying to make it sounds light, you dumbass. I should have known you’re too stupid to tell anyone by yourself.”

You rolled your eyes. There came his casual insult. You can never hold one conversation with Bakugo Katsuki without him throwing an offensive remark somewhere along the topic.

“Well, no one asked,” you countered, trying to ignore the twinge of hurt you felt even though you pointed out yourself. It was the truth, anyway. You assured your own self.

The other line went silent for a good second. Another pause before Bakugo decided to answer, “Let me make it up to you.” Although he sounded gruffier than usual, it didn’t sound like he was angry. The tone sounded more like frustration. Even though he didn’t say it out loud, you know he was guilty of not realizing the date sooner.

You blinked although you know he wouldn’t be able to see it. “Make it up? What do you mean?”

“Open your window.”

His last words left you confused. Your window? Why would he-

A subconscious gasp left your lips once you registered. No way, is he outside?

You ran towards your window, slid your curtains and saw him standing right in front of your house. He was still grabbing his phone in one hand, his eyes staring right at yours the moment you opened the curtain and saw him.

You opened your window door in attempt to lessen the distance between yourself and Bakugo, gaping in disbelief, “What are you doing here?” You asked through the phone so you didn’t have to scream and disturb your neighbors – as much as you wanted to scream.

“Trying not to feel bad because I spent the whole day talking with you without realizing it was the day you were born.” He muttered to the phone, still looking intensely at you.

Despite being too far for you to hear it directly from his mouth, the way he said it through the phone made you shudder instinctively. The voice sounded closer than it actually was, with the phone placed right next to your right ear. “We still have twenty-five minutes before today ends so go down right now.”

He didn’t even give you a room to discuss. You couldn’t even ask for him to wait until you change from your pajamas. You decided to just follow his instruction and went down right away in mixed feelings because he actually visited your house at this ungodly hour.

The moment you opened your front door, Bakugo was already in front of you – standing with a small cake and a single candle lit up; he shoved the cake to your face until it was mere inches away from your nose.

“Happy birthday to the stupidest person I know.”

“Rude,” you frowned, “don’t you know you’re not supposed to mock someone on their birthday?”

“You’re not supposed to dismiss the day you were born as well,” he retorted. “Yet, here we are.” You rolled your eyes and Bakugo just pushed the cake closer to you. “Hurry and make a wish, you’re going to be late for your party.”

You blinked, trying to comprehend what Bakugo said. “Party?”

“You don’t think I’m the only one who’s frustrated at you for dismissing your birthday, don’t you? Everyone is waiting so blow the damned candle before your day runs out.”

You did as he told you to do. You made a quick wish which you kept by yourself and then blew the candle. He gave you his signature smirk before pulling your arm, leading you outside. “Let’s get going then.”

“To where, exactly?”

“That’s a secret,” he answered smugly, “don’t expect you can get home early tonight. It’s a compensation for celebrating your birthday too late.” Even if you wanted to complain, you really couldn’t with the way Bakugo dragged you so hurriedly, desperate not to let another second wasted.

As you followed him without saying another word, you couldn’t help but think that the last twenty-five minutes of your birthday turned out to be way more valuable than the past twenty-three hours and thirty-five minutes of the day you missed.

[pascalpanic]

Here for the sentence starters!! "I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater" and "I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do." Feel free to do both or either or whatever you prefer with either of the Marcuses! I'm in such a fluffy mood rn and these will make my day :)) (PS I adore you and I hope you have a good day xx)

Making Moves (Marcus Moreno x f!Reader)

Summary: Your neighborhood superhero, Marcus Moreno, is being nagged by his daughter to find love. Lucky for him, just the right woman moves in down the street.

W/C: 2.7k

Warnings: language, brief talks of death (just to refer to Marcus’s wife who passed away), brief mentions of sexual stuff. it’s tame.

A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN. I love some good Marcus Moreno. He’s such a cutie and these prompts made it so fun! You can still send me prompts from this list with a character, just mind the taken ones! p.s. my emotional support Brit @maxlordsgf see how I used patio/backyard??

The Moreno household was cozy. You wondered if it was Marcus who’d decorated the beautiful home, or if his late wife. You supposed it didn’t matter. You would’ve liked the former Mrs. Moreno, if Marcus could love her like he did. 

He lived a few houses down from you. You’d moved in a couple of months ago, into the nice Craftsman style home you currently rented. The best thing about the house was the beautiful front porch, which exposed the lovely suburban neighborhood. The porch had come with a swing, and you’d decided that it’d have to be your new morning coffee spot. After all, this is California, where the sun was plentiful and the air was just cold enough to be refreshing in the mornings.

The time that you drank your coffee on the porch also happened to be the time that your neighborhood Heroic, Marcus, went for his morning runs. He’d been excited to see that the house was sold, and Missy was too. They planned on bringing over some sweets once you were settled. Several weeks after the sold sign went up, he saw you for the first time. 

You looked like an angel, he thought. You wore a fuzzy robe with patterned capri pajama pants peeking from beneath it. Your glasses rested on the bridge of your nose, slightly fogged from the steam of your coffee. You sat on your porch swing, knees pulled to your chest, reading from your tablet. He was immediately caught off-guard. Your new home was at the beginning of his running path, but his breath was already gone from his lungs from your beauty. 

Pushing his own glasses up his nose, he gave you a little wave as you looked up. You’d smiled at him, a grin with your teeth visible. The man was handsome, you’d noticed. Dark hair, a little scruff, eyes that scrunched when he smiled at you. He was fit, too, his muscles evident beneath his tight t-shirt and running shorts. He kept running, unsure what he could say to you. 

Marcus returned home some thirty minutes later to find Missy awake. “Hey, the new neighbor moved in,” he told her as he walked to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Ooh, tell me all about them.”

“Well, we didn’t talk. I still don’t know if it’s a family or anything,” he admitted. “But there was a woman sitting on the porch.”

Missy’s eyes lit up. “How old?”

Marcus shook his head. “I don’t know, muñeca,” he told her and kissed her head as he walked past her to sit at the table. 

“Old enough to date?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and stuffing her mouth full of cereal. “Did she seem single?”

“Stay out of it,” he teased her and poked her forehead, right between the eyes. 

She flinched back a bit but laughed. “Dad, come on.”

He shook his head. “We can bring over a housewarming gift tonight, huh? Then we can see.” -

Well, it turned out that night was too busy to do so for the Morenos.

You saw him the next morning as he ran past again. You wore different pajamas but sat in the same position. You’d waved back.

That’s how the next couple mornings went for the two of you. Every day, Marcus could swear you looked prettier. With you looking like that in your pajamas, he couldn’t imagine how beautiful you’d be at any other time. 

Finally, Friday night, he and Missy put on some music and got to baking.

“What does she look like?” Missy asked curiously as she cracked an egg into the bowl- she’d learned the hard way that her father was not to be trusted with egg duty.

Marcus described you to his daughter, his eyes far off and a small smile on his face. “She’s very pretty.”

“Well, duh. You’re simping over her, of course she is.”

“What’s a simp?” He’d asked, brow furrowing.

-

The knock came an hour or two later. You’d gotten home from work an hour or so earlier, so you were in relaxed clothing, the remnants of your makeup on your face. 

Behind the door stood the handsome runner you saw every morning, and a miniature, carbon-copied version of him with longer hair and more feminine features. “Hi! We’re the Morenos. We live in the blue house down the street. I’m Missy, and this is my dad, Marcus,” she introduced herself cheerfully. She held a tray of brownies. He held a bouquet.

“We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” the man- Marcus- says with a warm smile on his face.

“Oh, thank you!” You grinned and took the tray Missy held out. “Well, come in, please,” you invite them. “Do you drink, Marcus? I was just having some wine. Oh, and Missy, I have some soda if you’d like that.”

The three of you sat in your half-constructed living room for a while and chatted. You learned about the former Mrs. Moreno and how she’d passed a few years ago. You shared that you were living alone and single, due to a bad breakup that led you to move here. The two were good company, you learned quickly, bantering back and forth more like siblings than a father and daughter.

As they stood up to leave, you apologized for the mess. “Sorry. I’ve been trying to hook up my TV lately, and I haven’t done anything else yet. I want to get the TV up first, but I’m practically useless with electronic stuff,” you admitted with a chuckle.

“Oh, Dad is great with electronics,” Missy told you with a grin.

“Not great. Competent would be a better word,” he chuckled. “I could help you set it up, if you’d like that.”

“I would, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all. Here, we can exchange numbers, you can text me when you’d like me to come over,” he offered and pulled out his phone.

“Sure,” you said and told him your number, which he enters into his phone and sends you a text. “Perfect,” you nodded and saved his phone number. “I’ll see you two soon, hopefully.”

They said goodbye and you heard Missy giggling as the door shut behind him. It’s muffled, but you thought you can hear Missy anyway: “That was smooth, Dad!”

-

That was months ago now. You’d developed a relationship with the both of them, visiting each others’ houses often for dinner or just to chat. 

When summer rolled around, Missy invited you over for days at their pool. You two had enjoyed yourselves, Marcus playing the role of your butler for the day, serving you mocktails and teasing his daughter. It became a common occurrence during the summer. You even had a reverse day on Marcus’s birthday (July 12th) where Missy served the two of you. It was almost like a date. That was the day you both realized you’d fallen hard for the other.

As much as you spent time with Marcus, the girl positively adored you, and always sent you texts from her father’s phone.

We’re having pizza tonight! Wanna come over?

Dad says he sucks at math. Can you help me with my homework?

My friends canceled on me. Are you free to eat Ben and Jerry’s and watch Mamma Mia with me? 

You’d become like a mother figure to her, helping her when she got her first period, taking her shopping for middle-school dances, giving her boy advice.

Marcus liked you just as much, if not more. You liked him too. He was a funny man, kindhearted and warm. He’d listen to you talk when you’d had a shitty day, bring over a bottle of wine when he needed some comfort, cook dinner for the two of you when Missy was at Anita’s.

One night, you’re eating dinner with them on their patio. It’s nice, overlooking their backyard and their pool. Missy is going to a friend’s later, to sleep over, but Marcus had cooked food for the three of you on the grill, something you’d learned he was fantastic at, and you’re inside getting more food. The door is slightly cracked, and you can hear the two of them talking. 

“Dad. You have to make your move, and you gotta do it tonight! Otherwise, she’ll go for Kent a couple doors down. You don’t want that, do you?” she asks in a hushed voice.

“It’s not that easy, muñeca. I’m so in love with her I don’t know what to do.”

Your heart catches in your chest, fluttering. Marcus likes you. Not only that, he’s in love with you. The past few months race through your head, and you hyper-analyze every little interaction the two of you have had. It’s clear now, in hindsight. You swallow hard, putting back down the skewer of vegetables.

He’s been the only thing on your mind the past few weeks, you have to admit. Your visits to each others’ homes had increased, with you spending more and more nights a week at the Morenos’. His laugh makes your stomach flutter as Missy says something else to him outside. You bite your lip. Tonight’s the night. If he doesn’t make his move like Missy insisted, you’ll do it first.

The conversation is light for the rest of dinner, and you’re a bit detached. Marcus can tell, but he doesn’t comment on it. You simply stare out into their pool, listening to Missy ramble on about the plans that she and her friends have for tonight.

A while later, her friends’ parents pick her up. You stand in the driveway and wave a thank-you to the girl’s parents as they drive off with Missy and her friend in tow. “Love you guys,” she shouts out of the window. You grin and shout it back, in sync with Marcus.

The two of you return to the backyard. You walk a little farther apart from Marcus than normal. “Hey,” he says and stands right next to you, his shoulder nudging yours. “What’s wrong? You’ve been off all night,” he mumbles softly.

You shake your head. “It’s nothing, really,” you chuckle, looking down at your feet. 

Marcus is oblivious to the fact that you heard the two of them earlier. You and Marcus have always had a playful relationship, and the idea strikes him to help cheer you up. “Hey, vecina.”

“What- ah!” You squeal as Marcus lifts you in his strong arms. He walks the two of you to the side of the pool as you wriggle in his grip, laughing. “Goddamnit, Marcus! Let go of me!” You screech as he holds you over the pool, though you’re giggling the whole time.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he laughs, your feet kicking as they dangle over the chlorinated water. 

“No, you asshole!” You laugh, wriggling. “Put me down, Moreno, or God help your poor soul when I-” 

He sets you down on the edge, backing up a bit. “There, fine. Just trying to help,” he teases. He did, he thinks to himself. You’re smiling again. 

You’re painfully close to him. Your hands find his hips and he looks down at your hands in confusion as you pat the pockets of his shorts. No phone. Perfect. There’s a devilish grin as you wrap him in a bear hug and fall backwards into the pool, taking him with you.

You let go once you’re underwater, shooting up to the surface from under him and laughing. He comes up moments later, wiping his eyes and pushing his hair back. Your laugh is maniacal and loud, completely content and proud of yourself. “There, I cheered you up at least,” he shakes his head and smiles. He walks to the shallower end of the pool, and you follow.

“I wasn’t in a bad mood,” you shoot back.

“Well, something was off. Will you tell me now?” He asks, your eyes wandering to his- oh, he’s ripped, goddamn- abs beneath his wet t-shirt. His eyes remained trained on yours, ever the gentleman.

Swallowing hard, you nod and walk closer to him with a smile. “I heard you and Missy when I was inside getting more food,” you tell him, biting on your lip to hold back an excited giggle.

His brows furrow in confusion then lift in surprise as it hits him. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you nod, wading a little closer and then even closer. You can hear his heavy breathing and look into those big brown eyes with a grin. 

“Well, I-” he starts stammering, unsure of what to say, until you place your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s okay, Marcus,” you mumble soothingly, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I know you said it’s not that easy. Why don’t you let me take the reins then, hm?” You ask teasingly, bringing your face close to his. 

He grins, taking the opportunity as he sees it. His lips crash to yours happily, his hands finding your waist over your sopping wet clothing. You smile softly against his lips. They’re so soft and warm, the very lips you’ve been staring at for a long time, imagining this. He’s gentle but loving and you deepen it. He follows immediately, parting his lips against yours and he sighs into your mouth. 

The two of you stand there, in his pool, making out, for quite a while. Finally, when he breaks away, looking at you through his water-drop-stained glasses, you grin. “This is your fault, you know. I’m gonna have to go home and change into dry clothing.”

“Or you could borrow some of mine,” he offers with a shy smile, and you grin.

“That works too.”

He kisses you one more time. “Will you stay the night? We don’t even have to… to do anything. I don’t even really want to yet. I just want to keep holding on to you.”

You nod and kiss him softly, for just a moment. “Of course I will.” -

You awaken in the morning to the smell of cooking. You live alone, and it makes your brow furrow in confusion, eyes still shut, until they open and you find yourself in Marcus’ home. His bed, specifically. 

You smell like chlorine and your hair is damp still, but you’re wearing a big black sweater that smells like detergent and cologne and sleep. It’s Marcus’s, you realize with a smile. 

Last night was truly perfect. No, you didn’t sleep with him yet, but it was still perfectly intimate, the way you held each other and whispered sweet words and pressed soft kisses all over each others’ faces and torsos. You’d made out for a fair amount of time too, just like teenagers again, but it was meaningful. 

You pad down the stairs, wearing just your underwear and one of Marcus’s big sweaters. He’s cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and your heart melts as you see him. “Good morning, superhero,” you coo as you wrap your arms around him from behind and press a kiss into his neck.

His body warms and melts into your touch. “Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?”

“Amazing. Your bed is insanely comfortable,” you chuckle and snuggle in against him, resting your head against his back. 

“I’m glad. Go sit down, breakfast will be ready in a bit.”

You nod and do exactly that, sitting across the kitchen island from him. He puts some pancakes on a plate, drizzles them with syrup, and slides it to you. “Bon appetit.”

“Thank you,” you grin and waste no time in cutting into them with a fork and taking a bite.

You sigh happily and Marcus’s heart can barely take the sight of it. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“I can’t get over how cute you are,” you tease and pop another bite in your mouth. “The good news is that you can get over it, because I’m coming over here for breakfast in your clothes every day now.”

“Or you could live here.”

The proposal is so quiet, so sudden and nonchalant that it takes you aback for a minute. “What?”

He shrugs. “I know we’ve only been together for, what, 10 hours now, but Missy and I both adore you. You’re over here all the time anyway. Why don’t you? Save us both some money, too.”

You bite your lip to hold back a grin. “I might have to think about it.”

He nods. “I get that, I-“

“Done thinking. I’ll do it,” you grin happily. 

“Really?”

“Really,” you nod, giggling excitedly. 

Marcus leans across the kitchen counter and kisses you softly. “Be prepared for a lot of Moreno loving. Missy’s a cuddler.”

“I think I can take it,” you smile and press another kiss to his lips, with all of the love in your heart. 

-

translations:

vecina- neighbor (female)

muñeca- in this context, doll

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[weasleyswizardpleases]

And the Living is Easy (Fred x reader)

Summary: You spend the first night of summer vacation getting into trouble with the Weasleys + Harry and Hermione. Fred x reader. Fluffy mischief mostly, but sex is discussed and implied. 

Warnings/Notes: Light sexual content but not all out smut, alcohol, heights, language. I wrote this to be a stand alone, but I enjoyed it so much that it might become part of a loose series of slice of life-y reader x twins fics set at the burrow over the summer! ps i did not edit this at all after writing it at 2am so. uh

Summer at the Weasley’s is my favorite time of year. After my mother passed, you were tossed around from boarding school to boarding school, relative to relative, never really having a say in where you went, or with whom. But ever since becoming fast friends with Fred and George while repairing brooms for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, you’ve pretty much been considered an honorary Weasley.

You stow your suitcases in the overhead and squeeze into a seat next to Fred and George. Across from you, Ron, Lee, and Harry are packed in. 

“Do you reckon you’ll ever make it out to the burrow, Lee?” asks George pointedly. 

“Yeah, you don’t know what you’re missing out on. Mrs. Weasley’s hotcakes are out of this world.” Harry says.

“And there’s loads of space to play quidditch.” you say.

“And loads of secret spots not even Mum knows about where we can basically do whatever we like.” adds Fred.

“You know my mum will hardly let me out of her sight for a day. Merlin’s sake, she’s practically ass to elbow on me all summer.” Lee says, faking a pout. “Quit ribbing at me, would you? Or I’ll spend the summer in my room coming up with derogatory names to call you on the Quidditch pitch.”

Murmurs of “Come on, we’re only joking.” and “Fine, fine.” fill the packed compartment. You lift your rat Pansy up to the window to show him the scenery.

“Bet you’ve never seen the fine English countryside like this, eh Pansy?” you baby-talk at him, scratching his little noggin.

“You know that thing is never gonna talk back at you, right Y/N?” says Fred, rolling his eyes. 

“You never know. Look what happened to Scabbers.” you say, wiggling you eyebrows. “This rat could also secretly be a creepy little pervert who watches me undress at night.”

“I suppose it isn’t unprecedented in the rat community,” agrees George. Ron scowls in disdain.

“That’s my pet we’re talking about!” he says, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

“Yeah, fine pet he was.” says Harry, grinning.

“I will say, Ron-” Fred begins, clearing his throat. “You’ll never find another like him.” He claps his little brother on the back and stands up, peering down the hallway. “Oi, it’s the trolley, look alive Georgie.” George rises and straightens his coat. The boys have been planning for ages to charm the trolley witch into selling their skiving snackboxes. They run off down the car towards her. You tuck Pansy back into his cage and watch the scenery go by yourself. Before you know it, you’re being shaken awake by Fred and George. 

“C’mon, Dad is waiting!” says George. 

“Got you some chocolate frogs, but that means you owe us one.” says Fred, shoving a wriggling paper bag into your hands. Delighted, you expertly open the bag, catch a frog, and slurp it up before it manages to escape. 

“Tank -ou” you mumble, your mouth still full. Lugging your trunks over to meet Mr. Weasley, you smile with excitement. Every summer with the Weasleys is a blast, but you know this one will start off with a bang because last week Fred absconded with a jug of top shelf mead from Filch’s office. You’d all agreed that you needed it more, since you want to have fun and have no money, while Filch obviously dislikes fun and ostensibly has some amount of money squirreled away from all his groundskeeping or lurking or whatever his job is. 

After greeting Molly, you and the twins bound up to their room- and, when you’re here, your room- pushing and shoving your way up the narrow stairwell. You toss your things down and throw yourself onto a bed, spreading your arms as if making a snow angel. 

“Oh, boys, it is good to be home!” you say, laughing. Fred and George always joke that their mother likes you, Harry, and Hermione better than any of her own actual children, and you love teasing them about it. 

“Speak for yourself, she’s already got that sending-us-to-de-gnome-the-

garden-while-hungover gleam in her eyes,” retorts George good-naturedly.

“And get your shoes off my bed! Mum will have all three of us beating out the rugs if she sees that.” says Fred. You close your eyes and pretend to be asleep, baiting the boys into attempting to push you off the bed. You wind up making such a ruckus roughhousing that Hermione comes in looking concerned, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. You all three pause from your compromised position to look at her, you releasing a vise grip on Fred, George dropping your left leg, which he had been twisting violently.

“When did you get here?” you ask, running to hug her. 

“Just apparated over, my parents would never forgive me if I didn’t at least drop by for dinner before practically moving here for the summer!” she replies, turning to greet the twins. 

“Are you going to be participating in our little soiree tonight, ‘Mione?” asks George, raising an eyebrow. 

“What are you three planning?” she asks sternly, stifling an excited smile.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” you say. 

“But don’t wear white shoes.” warns Fred. Hermione gives you all a funny look before running off to finish her greetings. 

“Where are we going tonight, Freddie?” you ask, looking up at your tall friend. He gives you a cheeky glance.

“Oh, out by the bog. There’s a huge hill between there and the house, so we can make a fire and nobody will see.”

“And there’s a huge stand of trees and a pond between that spot and the neighbors’,” says George. 

“You two have got it all figured out. And you’ve got the firewhiskey! What a night, what a night it shall be.” you say, your voice singsonging as you dance exaggeratedly. 

“Too bad nobody invited any girls.” says Ron from the doorway. He’s been standing in the hallway looking in the mirror for some time now, fussing with his hair.

“What am I, chopped liver?” Ginny shouts from her open door down the hall.

“YOU don’t count!” Ron replies.

“We know you’ve got someone else in mind, little brother.” George says, flicking Ron in the ear. 

“It’s pretty obvious,” Fred agrees.

“You get all flustered when she corrects your grammar,” you say.

“And you let her braid your hair.” says Fred.

“And you-” begins George, but Ron interrupts, his face beet red.

“Shhhh! Buzz off you two, or I’ll start blabbing on about who you’re interested in as well.”

The twins exchange a somewhat threatened glance, but say nothing.

“That’s right, I’m not as dull as you lot like to think, thank you very much. I notice things. So let me alone or I’ll sing like a canary!” Ron finishes, turning back to the mirror for a final glance at his hair before trotting downstairs. 

“You two have crushes?” you demand, turning to stare down the twins. Fred shrugs with his usual attitude but you notice a light blush spreading across each of their cheeks. You swat him across the chest. “Why didn’t you tell me? Who is it? You motherfuckers.” You grab George by the collar. “George, tell me who it is! A crush, my god.” You throw your hands up in the air. They’re being super weird, so you decide to drop the subject. “When you snog every girl and half the boys in the school, between the two of you, you practically hold us all down to tell us the details but now you’ve got a crush and suddenly you’re like a couple of mimes.” You look each of them in the eyes, and both avoid your stare. “Fine! Don’t tell me.” You throw your hands up in mock anger and lead the charge downstairs to begin setting the table for dinner.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~After dinner, you pass the evening playing cards and chatting until Mr. and Mrs. Weasley retire for the night. Then, you’re left with all your friends and Percy, who it has been agreed simply cannot know you’re sneaking out to drink in the woods, because he is a killjoy. Using a previously discussed maneuver, Hermione attempts to trick him into believing that she and Ginny are going to bed, hoping that he will get nervous about being bullied if left alone with you and the twins, and elect to follow them to bed soon after. However, Percy is in an unusually jovial mood, and so Ron and Harry are forced to retreat as well. As a last line of defense, you pretend to fall asleep on George’s shoulder, nuzzling into his sweater. When Percy gets up to go to the bathroom, you dash outside into the moonlit yard, covering your mouth so your giggles don’t give you away. You run to crouch behind the garden shed, doubled over with laughter. 

“I thought he would never stop yapping.”

“God, how are you two related to that bore?”

“We can’t help it.” Fred says, bending to gather rocks from the ground. 

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Watch!” he raises his hand to throw a pebble at Ginny’s window, but you grab his wrist.

“Have you lost the plot? Percy will hear! And probably your mum too, with your aim. I’ve got a better idea,” you say, peeking around the garden shed while gesturing for the boys to stay put. You pop out of the shed with a dusty, rickety broom. 

“Does this thing still work?” you ask.

“Well enough,” says Fred, getting a running start and jumping on the broom. Wobbling a bit, he sails up to Ginny’s window and confers with the girls, then moves on to Ron’s window, where he perches on the sill, one foot dangling out the window.

Beside you, you’re aware of George’s presence beside you in the cool, sticky night.

“Bloody brilliant,” he murmurs, elbowing you gently. “How’d you even know that thing was in there?”

“Lucky guess. I mean, with a family full of Quidditch players, there’s bound to be a broom lying about someplace.” 

Fred jumps down onto the broom and turns a few experimental loop de loops overhead before nearly falling and coming to a shaky landing near your feet. 

“That one belongs on the rubbish heap, honestly,” he says, laughing as he tosses the old thing aside.

“Oh, sure, blame it on the broom,” you tease.

He’s soon followed by Ginny and Hermione on Ginny’s broom. They glide down and come to a halt next to you, stepping down gracefully.

“How are Harry and Ron going to get out? They’d have to go right by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley’s room, unless Harry has his broom up there with him, but I think I saw it in the foyer.” says Hermione, looking at Fred worriedly.

“Well, err, I told them to climb down,” says Fred earnestly.

“What?!” says Hermione. “They’ll be loud as bison, besides probably breaking their necks.”

“It’s not my fault they’re too dumb to pass their apparation O.W.L.S! They’ll be fine.”

As he finishes his sentence, Ron’s window slides open and Harry’s head pops out. He lowers what appears to be a rope made of sheets and blankets tied together. Hermione’s brow furrows as she watches, helpless, while Ron artlessly slips one leg out the window, before even checking to see that the “rope” is nowhere near long enough to reach the ground. Ginny giggles, biting her lip when she sees Hermione’s distress.

“Do something!” Hermione hisses, nudging her. Ginny groans and soars over to boost Ron onto the back of her broom, going back to do the same for Harry.

“Shite! The firewhiskey,” you whisper, smacking your forehead. Everyone lets out a collective groan, but before you can send someone back up to hunt down the alcohol, Ginny opens her backpack, revealing the gleaming jug. Everyone cheers, but then quickly realizes that loudly cheering may have blown your cover. Fred and George scurry off into the brush and you all follow them down a lightly trod path through the countryside, eventually reaching the open bank of a large, murky pond. This is a spot you’ve never been to before, probably because it’s a fair stretch away from the house, and apparently from any civilization at all. 

Hermione quickly conjures a large fire, creating a pocket of warmth in the chilly night air. You lean against a large rock and shiver when the cool stone brushes the back of your neck. Ginny pulls out the firewhiskey and hands it to Fred, who pops the cork, shouting with glee before knocking back a sip and passing it to George, who passes it to you. The familiar sickly sweet liquid burns your throat and warms your stomach, and you feel your (already barely existent) inhibitions begin melting away.

Before long, Ron suggests that you all play a game, and you run through your options: truth or dare, spin the bottle, a wizarding game you’ve never heard of, and hide and go seek. Hermione refutes hide and go seek on the basis of safety, and Fred refutes spin the bottle on the basis of the fact that four out of six of you are siblings. Not everyone brought their wands, so you can’t play the magic game, and you’re left with truth or dare as the apparent winner, which you were rooting for anyway, because you want to see what you can get the twins to do. It almost makes you wish Percy was here so you could put him in a compromising position, but knowing him, he’d find a way to make walking on hot coals boring. 

“I’ll start, I’ll start!” you volunteer, looking around the circle. “My first victim will beeeee…” you look at Hermione, who cringes nervously, then spin around to point at Harry. “Harry Potter. What will it be, Mr. Potter, truth or dare?” you ask.

Harry shrugs. “Hmm.. I’ll do.. Dare, why not?” he replies. 

“Alright Harry, I dare you tooooo.... Oh, easy. I dare you to smack Ron every time he says something you think is stupid tonight. And be honest, or we’ll smack you,” you say. The twins nod in agreement. 

“That’s not fair! That’s barely a real dare!” protests Ron. You raise an eyebrow at Harry, who turns and gives his friend a good wallop. 

“Alright Harry, your turn.” 

You play for nearly an hour, all the while passing the bottle lazily between you, until everyone’s good and tipsy on the strong liquor. Several good dares are exchanged: Fred is dared to give you a lap dance, which he does with gusto and an uncomfortable amount of eye contact. You dare Ginny to race you across the pond and back, and you both strip down to your skivvies and plunge into the chilly water. Ginny wins, of course, but you just wanted an excuse for a swim. Fred lends you his cloak, patting it onto your shoulders to dry them before you pull your pants back on. George dares Ron to walk back to the house and get food, which he reluctantly agrees to after everyone bullies him into it. By the time he gets back with a basket of pastries and jam, you’ve transitioned to mainly truths, because the well of dares has run dry. 

When it’s Hermione’s turn to ask Fred, she blushingly asks if he’s lost his virginity. 

“What, do you all think I’ve snogged every girl we know without scaring? Have a little faith, please.”

“Clever, but that’s not an answer!” slurs Hermione, pointing at him and grinning. “Have you actually had sex before, or do you just talk a big game?” 

“Well, have you?” you ask, laughing as he tries to bluster out an answer.

“”Course I have. Ask anybody. Everybody must think George and I are the male sluts of the century, the way you people talk.” 

“Still not an answer!” you say, looking at him mischievously. 

“How’s this for an answer, then?” he retorts, pulling you to his waist and kissing you on the lips melodramatically, throwing you up against the rock, practically fucking but for the clothes. What’s probably thirty seconds of kissing at most feels like an hour. Everyone goes “Oooooh!” and when he finally lets you go you’re flabbergasted, but you recover your senses.

“Point taken, then. Alright Freddie, your turn,” you say, straightening your clothes and trying not to look like you enjoyed that. 

“I dare Hermione to let us play hide and seek, for fuck’s sake,” he says, lazily.

“Ugh! I might be drunk but I’m not letting anyone stumble around alone in the pitch black plastered out of your mind. Ask me a real question!” 

“What if we weren’t alone?” Harry asks, looking around. “I mean, we could go in pairs or little groups. Like team hide and seek, basically.”

“I call Fred and George!” you cry, throwing your arms around their sweaty necks. 

“Fine, but please be careful. And everyone should be on a team with at least one person with a wand,” says Hermione, who teams up with Ron. That leaves Harry and Ginny on the last team.

George produces his wand and casts an illumination spell.

“Not it!” You shout, immediately echoed by Ginny. 

“Alright, we’ll count to 50” says Hermione, but Harry and George protest until they finally agree to 3 minutes.

Fred tears off into the woods and you and George follow, bushes thwacking you in the face, vines snagging at your ankles. You break through the brush into a field, panting, and stop for a break. 

“Where are we going?” you ask, looking around. “And where are we?” 

“No idea!” Fred says gleefully. 

“What about over there?” George nods towards a patch of grass and trees down in a glenn. You lope down hill through high grass and crash to a halt in the stand of trees, crouching low. Fred huddles next to you and George clambers clumsily into one of the trees, flattening himself into one of its crooks.

You can feel your stomach churning after your run, but you manage to successfully push down the acrid taste rising in your throat. Above you, you hear George belch, and just manage to slip out of the way as he spits a pitiful glob of vomit to the ground.

“Oi, we’re down here, you lout,” hisses Fred, ducking.

“Look at the state of you,” you drawl, bumping into Fred as you readjust around George’s vomit. He groans from his spot up in the tree and lies back down sleepily. To your surprise, you feel the urge to pull Fred closer rather than pushing him away. The earthy smell of the forest floor calms your stomach, and you find your mind wandering to his lips, his hands on your waist and neck. Buzzing with drunken impulsivity, you wrap your arms around his slender waist and pull him to sit beside you. He looks surprised, but readily slouches against the tree trunk next to you. You can feel his chest rising and falling with each breath. The air is still and cool in that settled way characteristic of the night.

Overhead, you think you can hear George beginning to snore. 

“Freddie-” you begin, but before you can say a word, his lips are on yours, his hands tangled in your hair. You push him down and roll over so that you’re straddling him, gripping his jaw in one hand as you kiss him, hard, then gently. His lips are softer and more relaxed than they were when he kissed you earlier, and his body less certain. There’s no false bravado in him now, and you bite his lip gently, your tongues barely batting together. You reach down to unzip his pants but he pulls back.

“Y/N- I- Look, I may have lied earlier,” he says, his face flush with desire and embarrassment. You look at him quizzically, your drunken mind not connecting all the dots. 

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I haven’t… done this before. I’ve only ever kissed. Although I’ve done quite a lot of that.” he says quietly. You blink.

“Oh. Oh! You total freak. Why go to all that trouble to convince everyone you have?”

“Have you considered that maybe I just wanted to kiss you?”

This shuts you up. He pulls you back down to kiss you again, this time on the cheek, on the forehead, the neck. 

“Don’t do anything you don’t want to do,” you say carefully, brushing a bead of sweat from his forehead. 

“No… no, I’m ready. I want this now,” he says, tugging at your shirt. You pull it off over your head and toss it into the grass, the game of hide and seek forgotten. Let the shirt be a warning flag to any nosy passerby. Fred kisses across your chest. 

“Freddie, we’re drunk,” you remind him, your breathing growing heavier as his tongue flicks across your nipple.

“I want you,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck in between kisses. “I want you, I want you, I want you,” he says. You kiss him in reply, and move again to unzip his pants. You feel his hard member ready to burst out of his jeans, and it sends a thrill through you.

You had considered that you might one day wind up with Fred or George, and honestly, you had figured it would be on some less-than-sober whim like this, but you never really pictured it. You certainly never imagined Fred like this, innocent and tame, hoping for someone else to take the lead.

“Will you show me how?”

“Yes,” you breathe your reply into his mouth.

“Will you go slow?” he asks sweetly, his coy submissiveness sending tremors through your body. 

“Yes. Come closer.”

In the morning, you groggily open your eyes at the sound of birds chirping. You sit up, your head throbbing, and look around. Above you and a few feet to your right, George is sleeping soundly on his belly in the flat convergence of an oak tree’s branches. To your left, shirtless and smeared with dirt, is Fred curled on top of his cloak, also fast asleep. 

“Guess they gave up on finding us,” you mutter, running a hand through your hair to smooth it into place. You remember what happened last night well enough, although some parts are cloudier than others, and you don’t remember deciding to fall asleep at all. You suppose it just happened at some point. Your heart beats faster, wondering if you and Fred will be an item after this, or if he’ll want to keep it quiet, or if you just won’t talk about it. You’re not sure what you want, yet. It’s still purple pre-dawn in the countryside, the sun not quite peeking over the horizon yet.

You know you enjoyed yourself, and you adore Fred- as a friend, certainly. As something more? Maybe. You brush away your anxieties and trust that you’ll settle things when you’re less groggy. Suddenly, it dawns on you that you’ve got to get back to the house before Mr. and Mrs. Weasley wake up and notice your absence. You stand up as though the ground caught fire, kicking at Fred and shouting at George to get down.

You fetch your shirt from a nearby bush, and pluck a twig from Fred’s hair as he looks up, dazed.

“God, my head,” he says, squinting up at you. “What the hell time is it?”

“Never mind that, you’ll have worse than a headache if we don’t get back to the house by like, yesterday.”

“Merlin!” George exclaims, perking up and basically falling from his perch to the ground. Recovering he stands up, taking his surroundings in. “Hold on, what the hell happened to you, Fred? Where’s your shirt?”

“No time for all that, go!” you say, shoving George in the direction you suppose the house is in. You muster as fast a pace as you can and follow him, Fred scrambling to gather his cloak and tee shirt before catching up with you. With George’s back to both of you, you exchange a goofy grin and a wave of relief runs through you. He obviously doesn’t consider last night a mistake, either. You slip your hand into his and make your way into the breaking dawn.

[kinda-c0nfused]

Jack Thompson x reader, you two are tolerant towards each other and someone decides that you two need to go on a blind date together. Thank you!!!!

YES I LOVE JACK THOMPSON WITH MY ENTIRE SOUL MY SWEETEST BOI I WILL WRITE HIM TIL MY FINGERS BLEED♥️ i love u anon thank u

I mean just look at him😍🥺 i love

Summary: Y/N and Jack work together at the New York SSR. After a chat with one of her neighbors at The Griffith and the setup of a blind date, will they be more than colleagues?

Warnings: It has like two curse words that usually aren’t considered curse words? Better safe than sorry🤷‍♀️ I read through it like twice checking for errors, so it should be okay.

(h/t): hair texture (curly, kinky, straight, wavy, etc.)

PS. Melody is just the name I use on the internet, so that’s me :)

Word Count: ~1.3k

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•Y/N POV•

I sighed as I walked into the office on a sunny Monday morning. We had just wrapped up a pretty big case busting an arms dealing ring last week, which means all the guys would want me to file their paperwork. When I arrived at my desk, there was already a teetering pile of files that swayed with each light gust coming through the open window. I hung up my coat, grabbed an armful of files, and shuffled to the filing room. It was gonna be a long day...

Jack walks out of his office just as I’m returning to my desk for another load of files, and raised an eyebrow at me.

“If you’re wondering why I haven’t made the coffee yet, ask the other agents why they can’t file their own damn paperwork” I grumbled as I walked past him with another load to put away. He chuckled at my misfortune a little before turning back to his office to finish his own paperwork.

~~~Time skip to that evening~~~

As I sat down to dinner at the Griffith, one of the girls brought up the fella she’d been seeing. Talking about how kind he was, and all the lovely dates they went on together.

“Is there any special guy in your life Y/N?” The girl asked; her name was Melody. She was a pretty tall girl, with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair.

I heaved a sigh, knowing that the pestering was going to begin soon. Why aren’t you looking for a husband? How are you expected to get married if you aren’t putting yourself out there? My mother asked the same questions every year when I returned for the holidays. I was so invested in proving that a woman could be just as good of an agent as a man, I had no time to go out dancing.

I plastered a smile on my face, “I actually don’t have a fella right now, they keep me awful busy down at the phone company,” as Melody’s face fell, I added, “but having a man might be nice.”

She perked right back up. Her eyes flashing with excitement, I was worried she was gonna try to pair me with her brother, whom I had seen too many pictures of: his pinched face and angry looking features making me wonder how Melody was so pretty and happy looking. She definitely got the looks in her family.

“That’s great! I know this guy, he’s a family friend of mine and he’s been looking for a gal to take out dancing. He works for the government! Super secret job, wouldn’t tell me much about it. War vet, tall, blond and handsome. What do ya say?” Her eyes begging me to say yes, I nodded, making her clap her hands excitedly. One blind date couldn’t hurt right?

~~~~The evening of the date~~~~

I showed up to the real snazzy jazz club that Melody told me was his favorite, right at 7:00 when we were supposed to meet. I was wearing one of my favorite outfits to dance in, boosting my confidence as I saw a woman smack the man’s arm next to her, since he was no longer paying attention to her. I walked in, my eyes scanning, looking for the booth near the far corner of the room she told me he’d be waiting in. As I slipped between people to get to the back, I saw the back of his head: well kept dirty blond hair, swooped to the side. Reminds me of Jack’s hair. I thought to myself.

I sat in the booth, and when I looked up, I came face to face with none other than my boss, chief of the New York SSR, Jack Thompson.

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•JACK’S POV•

As I was sitting waiting for my date, I looked again at my watch, seeing that it was just now 7:00. She should be here any minute, I thought. At the thought of meeting her for the first time, I began to get nervous.

What if she doesn’t like me and I like her?

What if I don’t like her and she likes me?

What if my breath smells bad when we are dancing? Wait did I brush my teeth-

As I was running through all these thoughts in my head, a woman sat down across from me. As I looked up, I locked eyes with Y/N L/N. Of all the girls in New York, Mel sets me up with Y/N L/N? Not that I disliked her, but we weren’t exactly the best pals in the workplace. I internally cringed at the memory of me laughing at her this week for having to do all the filing.

She looked gorgeous, as per usual, but you don’t just get to tell your coworkers that, especially a coworker you outrank. Her (h/t) hair was styled to perfection, as per usual, not a strand out of place. I just stared at her in shock, not knowing how to go about this. Was it right to dance with her tonight, or would it disrupt our professional relationship?

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•Y/N’S POV•

HOW ON EARTH DID MELODY KNOW JACK?! I was screaming to myself. Of all the government workers in New York, this was the tall blond war vet she knew? I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to have wasted an evening by coming here for nothing, but was it the right thing to do to dance with your boss in these circumstances?

I offered him a tight smile, and stood up from the booth, making up my mind. He looked at me in confusion when I held my hand out to him.

“Did you really wanna come here all for nothing? I’m sure I’m not the ideal dance partner, but I won’t step on your toes” I said over the fast music coming from the bandstand behind us. He smirked, and stood up as we walked arm in arm to the dance floor.

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Jack and Y/N danced for hours, talking and laughing about their childhoods, families, and their futures. Fast swinging songs, and slower songs where they could really focus on the conversation. They danced as if they had been dancing together for years, on tempo and completely in sync. They danced and danced until they got kicked out because the band was done for the night.

As Jack walked her up to her door and bid her goodnight, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t gotten to know her sooner. She was one hell of a gal. As he walked down to his car to drive home, he smiled softly, looking forward to next friday when they had already planned to go dancing again.

He’d have to thank his cousin Melody for this.

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I hope this was to your liking! :)

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