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wonwoonlight · 9 months

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my way to you:

of dreams and moonlight / jeon wonwoo

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // est relationship // best friends to lovers <3 // fluff // slice of life // theyre too fucking in love its sickening // wedding talks

➝ warning: curses, so much fluff it's disgusting, kissing, they love each other so much im just projecting bc i want this!!!! D:

➝ word count: 8k~

A/N: happy new year! a little something from me to any of you who might remember this couple <3 i miss them and i love them sm. tell me if you enjoy this?

my way to you masterlist

[✾✾✾]

You and Wonwoo don't want a big wedding.

Yes, you do want the extravagant, over the top wedding because you've always liked celebrations and you're not gonna miss out on the celebration between you and Wonwoo. But you don't want it to be a big one with a bazillion people you don’t even recognize: just an intimate one with your close friends and family.

Naturally, you can't always get what you want.

You also understand why both of your parents insist on having a big one. In a world where your prestige matters more than anything, a wedding between the youngest son of the Jeons and the only heir of the Yoons simply can’t be anything but more than perfect. The biggest, most perfect celebration of the century, if possible. It needs to be something that the word ‘grandeur’ can’t even comprehend because it’s out of its league.

So you settle for a middle ground.

“Okay.” You say as your mother and Mrs. Jeon brief you on the wedding concepts they have come up with. You don’t even listen to half the things they said, because you know they would do better than you anyway. They wouldn’t pick anything not to your standard, and while some details you might not agree with, you believe the whole wedding would be perfect even without your input.

“Dear…” Your mom starts, hesitates a little because she doesn’t want you to think they’re pushing you into this. “We… We would like your opinion on this, you know? You’re a planner yourself, we'd understand if you have other thoughts regarding this.”

“Mom…” You bite back a sigh, not wanting her to think you're tired of her. The relationship between you and your parents are getting better ever since, and even though it's been almost two years since that incident, all three of you are still trying.

It's a long time coming, and while the relationship is better, it's still not what you'd call harmonious nor ideal.

It's okay though. You have your faults and they have theirs. It's not going to be easy to change the dynamics of your family, but you're glad all of you have recognized that some things need to be changed and the three of you have been putting in efforts albeit the sweet time you're all taking.

Understandable. It's never easy to change a habit and the way you treat people--even your own family.

“I simply think you and auntie will do a better job than I am.” You say in what you wish to be a gentle tone. You don't want to come off like you're complaining, but you can't be faulted for not being too enthusiastic because you know from the beginning that your wedding wouldn't be your dream wedding.

It's okay, though. You're not complaining–it's just a thought you keep to your own self and you really are grateful that your mom and Mrs. Jeon seem to be very excited about the whole thing. After all, you're an only child and Mrs. Jeon doesn't have another child's wedding she's going to be a part of.

When you and Wonwoo announced that you're engaged, the two women cried so much that your father, the man who barely blinked even during a car accident he found himself in, panicked.

It was quite funny, if you're being completely honest. But since then, you could tell that they both are more excited about the wedding ceremony than you are.

And while there's a small voice inside you that's still disappointed because you're not going to have your dream wedding, you're genuinely happy that the two women who will mostly be in charge of it are, well, very happy about it.

You can give them this.

“It's your celebration, too.” You give them a small, genuine smile. And even though they wince a bit at what you might be implying, you don't mean anything bad, so you correct yourself before they get the wrong idea. “I understand, Mom. We kind of have no choice but to make it big, and it's okay. I told you I've accepted it. We didn't tell you about our wish to make it small to guilt trip you and Auntie. It's just something me and Wonwoo have talked about but it's okay. It's really okay. Just consider it silly musings on our part?”

Your mom, ever since the whole missing accident, has gotten very soft, too.

Well, either that or you simply haven't spent enough time with her before to be aware of her emotional tendency.

“Oh my–why… why are you crying?!” You panic, looking at Mrs. Jeon who seems to know exactly why your mom is crying.

“It’s just…” She clears her throat and composes herself, softly apologizes for the sudden emotional burst. “When… did you grow this mature?”

Feeling awkward, you're not sure how to answer that. You're not the most talkative in front of your parents, and sentimental talks like this are the worst thing ever because, as much as you appreciate it, you never know how to respond to them.

Not that you ever had to until now.

She didn't become like this right after that incident, but once the wedding planning begins, you find yourself spending a lot of time with her (and Mrs. Jeon, of course, but you've always been more comfortable with her than your mom) and that's when she becomes more open with you.

“Uhh…” You turn to Mrs. Jeon in desperation, asking for her help with your eyes. She simply smiles though and mouths you not to worry.

The wedding discussion continues for a little after that, but after you convince them that you're really giving them full control and they can proceed with anything while you'll simply join the discussion from time to time and for the final decisions, they know that there's no use trying to change your mind.

At least you're not completely abandoning the discussion, simply prefer to not be included in it intensely.

You go home (read: Wonwoo's penthouse) after that, and it's thirty minutes later that Wonwoo also returns, finding you unmoving on the couch, seemingly deep in your thoughts.

“Hey, princess.” He greets you, which you return with both of your arms extending towards him. He chuckles and happily pulls you into a hug, maneuvers the both of you so you're sitting on his lap and you just melt into his chest. “Long day?”

“Met Mom and Auntie for the wedding prep discussion.”

Wonwoo actually laughs, and you pout at him and pretend to get away only for him to tighten his arms around you.

“Did they give you a hard time?”

“Just… I don't know.”

He hums as he takes in your face; you don't look like you're annoyed, just a little tired and somewhat disoriented. You're probably still deep in your head and need more time before you're able to tell him.

“I'll wash up, then dinner, and we can talk about it later?”

You look up and stare at him for a few seconds, gathering your thoughts before you nod and peck his lips.

“You know me too well.” You kiss his cheek after that. “I'll order some Thai food?”

“Anything you want, my princess.” He teases you and avoids your punch just in time because he knows you and your violence tendency when it comes to that particular pet name paired with a certain tone of his.

An hour and a dinner later, you found yourself cuddled up on Wonwoo's bed–at this point your bed because you rarely go back to your place anyway and you've basically moved in with him the moment you got together–his fingers playing with your hair as you try to look for something on YouTube as a background noise to play on his TV.

You take your time, which Wonwoo doesn't complain about. He never does. He knows you too much to complain about anything that you do at this point, not that he has much to complain about to begin with. God, he’s too whipped it doesn’t make sense.

“I told Mom that I don't want to get too involved in the wedding prep.”

“Yeah?” He nudges you to continue, already aware of how you feel about the wedding preparation talks. “And what did she say about that?”

“She's not too happy, I reckon. But not in an angry way; I guess she and Auntie want me to be fully involved. But…”

“You're not enthusiastic because it's not gonna be your dream wedding anyway?”

“Yeah.” You sigh, in which Wonwoo can easily detect the guilt. “But Iike… I'm really grateful for them, Won. I really am. They seem happier and much more excited than I am planning the wedding, so I thought: why not just let them plan the whole thing? Plus it's not going to be easy to pretend to be invested in it all the time. I know I'm going to sound so spoiled and ungrateful but… I just want to get married to you surrounded by people who matter, you know?”

Wonwoo holds back a grin, still finding the idea of the two of you actually getting married to be surreal. He literally proposed to you again even if you've already proposed under the privacy of your hotel room because you deserve it. Obviously, you say yes. And yet, when anyone mentions your wedding and marriage, Wonwoo still can't believe it and he's very giddy inside.

“I know, love.” He caresses your hair and rests his cheek on top of your head. He presses his lip together as the gears in his mind turn, thinking if there's anything he could do to help. “You're right about them being excited, though. Dad says it's the only thing Mom talks about now.”

“Right?” Your smile is genuine, that much he can obviously tell. “That's why I thought I'd just let them do the whole thing. It's going to be their last chance to do it, anyway. After me and you, they probably won't be able to do this anymore.”

Wonwoo hums, but you're seemingly not done yet.

“Unless we divorce and you decide to remarry, I guess.”

“What the fuck?” He curses out of shock, not expecting those words to come out of you, and you laugh heartily at how scandalized he looks. “Why would you say something like that?”

You can't stop giggling, because Wonwoo rarely curses and when he does it's usually out of frustration that's been piling up. It sounds so childish to laugh over something like this, but you just can't seem to stop laughing despite the mock offense on his face.

Wonwoo pushes your cheeks together with his palms, making your lips purse like a duck, as he narrows his eyes at you.

“You do not speak like that, okay?” He reminds you seriously. “Don’t even joke about breaking up with me. You’re stuck with me, marriage or not.”

You scrunch your nose, and after struggling for a while, Wonwoo finally releases you and you grin at him as your arms wrap around his neck.

“You talk like it’s a bad thing.” You whisper shyly with a kiss to his cheek. “It would be my pleasure to be stuck with you.”

“Good.” He states shamelessly and it’s his turn to drop a kiss on top of your head. He’s getting brazen like that when it’s the two of you, which is a good thing because he’s now much more open to expressing himself instead of holding in whatever he’s feeling–good or bad.

Being with Wonwoo romantically for almost two years now, you find that there is still stuff that you don’t know about each other; that you still have a lot to learn and you’re happy to learn every single thing about him. You bicker quite often, because you’re the type to bring things to the surface as soon as possible while Wonwoo tends to bury them first and only uncover them later when it becomes a problem.

You’ve both learned how to take a middle ground for each other.

“Tell me about your dream wedding, then.” He says as you lay together, ready for bed. “I don’t think I’ve heard you talk about it after Jinyoung’s wedding.”

“You really want to listen to me talk about this?” Skepticism fills your voice and you look up only to see him shrug.

“Amuse me. I want to know what kind of wedding you actually want.”

You ponder for a bit, not actually having a detailed image of how you want it to be. During Jinyoung’s wedding preparation, you have a lot of opinions on what to do and what not to do based on his ceremony, but, funnily enough, you’ve never really thought about what your wedding would look like.

Having been the project manager for Yoon Holdings’ functions for years and now arranging Daisy Studio’s events and projects, you’re used to listening to what the other party wants and bringing them to life.

But to have what you want brought to life…?

“Do you not actually know?”

“It’s not that.” You whine and sit straight. “I just don’t know exactly the details of what I want.”

Wonwoo laughs at this, and he hugs you back into his arms before he lets you go to follow your posture. “It doesn’t have to be detailed, love. Just tell me what you have in mind right now?”

It’s then that you realize you’ve never talked about this with Wonwoo. Yes, you’ve mentioned some of your preferences during Jinyoung’s wedding preparation, but to actually talk about your dream wedding…? On top of you not having a real idea about what you want it to be, it just doesn’t occur to you to talk about it to him.

“Well, I want it to be an intimate one. Just our… main family? Maybe close cousins. And then Chaeyoung, of course. Soonyoung, obviously. Jennie will probably come, I don’t mind her being invited.”

“And that’s it?”

“Don’t tease me.” You glare at him. “I know I don’t have a lot of friends. You’re one of them.”

“Wow. Getting friendzoned, aren’t I?”

You look at him in warning once again, and he knows to drop it and he ushers you to return to his arms with a laugh. And when you settle on his shoulder, he tells you to continue which you find a hard time answering.

“I want the theme to be… celestial. I don’t know. I’ve always liked the stars and the moons, you know that, right? I definitely don’t want it to be an outdoor wedding. Hmmm…”

“Tell you what,” he cuts your musing. “Tell me everytime it comes up in your head?”

“Everytime?”

“Everytime.”

You grin at him playfully, settling inside the blanket to ready yourself for bed now that you don’t have to talk about your dream wedding anymore. You were actually excited to talk about it with Wonwoo of all people, and you were a little afraid if you don’t talk about it now, the topic wouldn’t come up again and you’d miss an opportunity to talk about it with him.

“Don’t complain once I do that everytime, mister.” You playfully wiggle your finger at him.

“I will never.” He smiles, and your heart melts once again and you didn’t even know it was still possible for you to fall for his smile when you see it everyday. “Now go to bed and have a good night, okay?”

“Alright. Night, Won.”

You dream of a wedding beneath the moonlight with no one but you and him.

[✾✾✾]

[sent a picture]

Soooo pretty right? But it- still a little outdoory for me

Won🤍: How is it not gonna be outdoor-y if it's a glass house, princess?

Shut up

You told me to tell you everytime!!!

I didnt do this so u would get smart w me😠

Won🤍: Alright, alright. Sorry.

Won🤍: So which part of it did you like?

All the flowers and the glass ceiling 🥹

Just look at them ugh

[✾✾✾]

“Hey. Sorry, I was in a meeting.” Wonwoo calls you back immediately after he got back to his office, noticing a miss call from you and a text with a single picture attached with no other message. “Anything happened?”

“Ooh, the one with SVT Inc.?” You recall him telling you last night. “How did it go?”

“It went better than I expected. I'll tell you at home. What's up?”

You hum from the other side of the call before answering. “Umm. I was trying this new fine dining with Chaeyoung and their table decorations are to die for. Like. For real.”

“Yeah?” Wonwoo smiles, already knowing where this is going. “Tell me about it.”

The both of you know Wonwoo is bad when it comes to design; that you could be explaining things in the easiest way possible for people to imagine and Wonwoo would still not get it unless you show him a picture, which you did. Still, he doesn't actually have the eyes for them and he couldn't really tell what matches with what and what do you exactly mean by “the colors seamlessly blending with each other”.

But you like talking to Wonwoo and Wonwoo likes listening to you, so the conversation goes.

“Anyway, I just wanna say how pretty it was.” You conclude almost sheepishly. “But you told me to tell you everytime!!”

“I did.” He laughs through the phone, his posture relaxes more and more the longer he talks to you. It's almost like the tension from the day all dissipating into thin air just through your presence. “And I'm not complaining, am I?”

“Alright. See you at home?”

“See you at home.”

[✾✾✾]

“Oh my… look at that.” You sit up, a little in awe at the scene in front of you. You and Wonwoo are watching a movie together, some random movie on Netflix that you don't even remember the title of. But a wedding scene is playing out and you can't help but gasp at the beauty of it all. It's not entirely possible for an actual event to look like that, it's not practical and it's really just pretty.

Wonwoo hums and proceeds to do the same thing he always does, asks about which part you prefer from this wedding scene and listens to you talk about the technicality of it all and the details that you loved on the scene in front of you.

He never cuts you off as you talk about everything at once, and only comments once you pause or when you ask for his opinion. You don't mind this, because you know his silence doesn't mean he's not paying attention.

“Huh.” You suddenly stop mid sentence and turn to Wonwoo with furrowed brows, and he tilts his head in confusion. “What's your dream wedding?”

Wonwoo blinks, never expecting this question. He ponders for a few seconds as you wait patiently, now leaning on the sofa and never taking your eyes off him.

Your eyes are full of anticipation as he finally looks up and smiles at you, his arm moves from his lap to your shoulder and pulls you close to plant a quick kiss on your lips.

“With you as the bride.”

You’ve never cried faster in your life before.

[✾✾✾]

The wedding is in three months and, decoration wise, everything is almost settled.

“What do you think about this?”

“Hmmh. I like them. But would you mind changing the shade of the tablecloths to a slightly darker one? It would fit better with the overall ambiance of the hall decorations.”

“Of course!” Your mom happily agrees, her assistant taking notes of everything next to her. Mrs. Jeon agrees too, and you think they are just content with the fact that you have an opinion you don't mind sharing. It's always like this everytime you open your mouth and ask if it's okay to change some things, they would just agree without much fight and proceed with your opinions.

You think it's probably their way of compensating, still feeling bad for not being able to give you your dream wedding even though they've toned down on the apologetic look, which you greatly appreciate. On the contrary, they look more energetic these days, which you might guess has to do with the fact that the wedding is so close by at this point.

“What are you doing after this?” You ask once the discussion ends, your mom's assistant already back to her office.

“We want to try this new tea shop in Gangnam, actually. Want to join us?”

“Oh, the one Mrs. Song has just opened?”

“Yeah. She's been asking me to go but I didn't have the time. So I thought I'd just go with Mrs. Jeon here.”

“I see. Do you have time for dinner with me and Wonwoo after that?”

“Of course!” Your mom says a little too quickly, in which you share a look with Mrs. Jeon and laugh at her embarrassed expression. It's then that you realize you've never really invited her to meals and have only shared meals together when it's a formal occasion or when you're over at the family house.

It's sad, if you really think about it. But you've decided not to dwell on your past relationship with your parents anymore. It won't do you any good, and now that you know what to do, that's more than enough.

“Give me or Wonwoo a call when you're done?”

“Sure thing, dear. We'll see you at dinner?”

“Do invite Father & Uncle if they're available, we don't mind.”

Your mom looks like she's about to cry at this point, another thing you still have no idea how to react to. Though you awkwardly smile at Mrs. Jeon and quietly ask for help with your eyes yet again. And as always, she comes to the rescue, taking your mom by the arm and tells you goodbye before she actually cries.

It's hours later that you see her and Mrs. Jeon again in a Japanese restaurant, a craving you've been having since last week. You and Wonwoo arrive first, your mothers not long after.

“Feels like I haven't seen you in so long, son.” His mom greets him as she sits down on the seat opposite of her son. “Drop by the house soon?”

“It’s been busy, sorry. But I’ll make sure to drop by, Mom.” He nods to your mom in greeting, then asks them about what they were doing prior and if they had fun.

“Yeah, how was the tea shop?” You join in, dropping the menu on the table now that you've decided what to order.

“It was better than I expected.” Your mom starts. “You should go some time and try their scones. You like them, don't you?”

You actually do. And you think that's the first time your mom ever says something like this to you and gets it right. A lot of firsts today, but you're accepting them with open arms and refuse to think about them too much.

“I will, mom.” You smile. “Father and Mr. Jeon couldn't make it?”

Your mom nods with a sorry smile, and you shrug before you tell them not to worry about it. After you order, the wedding talk starts once again, this time about the cake and menu, as you wait for the food to come.

As usual, Wonwoo listens and doesn't talk much, because he's gotten a lot of updates from you already and has pretty much told you about his preferences if any.

“You'll both be present for the cake tasting next week, right?”

“Yes, Mom, don't worry. I'll actually be there for once.” He grins cheekily. “We actually invited you for dinner because of that: to thank you for taking care of our wedding. It must’ve taken a lot of your time and energy.”

“Yes, I’m sorry we couldn’t really participate more and if you feel like we’re making you do everything, but we’re really thankful you’re doing all of this.” You add.

“Nonsense. We’re happy to do it for you guys. Don’t be sorry, alright? We’re the ones who are sorry we couldn’t make it your dream wedding but–”

You whine, something that your mom hasn’t really seen a lot of, and she smiles to herself at that, a reminder of how you used to be as a kid and the times she missed as you grow up.

“Stop it, Mom. I told you it’s okay. I’m already beyond grateful that you’re doing all the wedding prep, asking for my dream wedding is just too much. Please, stop feeling guilty. I'm not that spoiled, I promise you.”

Knowing you’d rather change the topic, Mrs. Jeon turns to her son. “You should've stopped by every now and then, too. Why would you make your fiancée do everything?”

“She knows what I like, Mom.” He nudges you softly, to which both mom laughs. “She knows what I want for our wedding.”

With you as the bride.

The words ring once again in your head, and you bite your lip to contain the stupid smile threatening to bloom. How can he still make your heart flutter like never before after all this time? You look down to your phone to hide your smile, pretending to answer messages you don’t really care about.

“By the way, about what you asked for yesterday…”

Wonwoo looks at both women wide-eyed and shakes his head just enough time for you not to notice.

“Huh? You asked Auntie for something?” You try to rejoin the conversation, putting your phone back into your purse.

“Yeah. Remember that meat pie Mom used to make when we were in university? I was just craving for them.” He makes up something on the spot, which his mom nods at, adding that she's making sure if it's okay to make them next week.

“Ooooh! Yeah I remember them! Gosh, now that you say it, it's been long since we had them, huh? Why didn't you tell me you asked Auntie for some?”

“Must've passed my mind.” He smiles sheepishly, glancing at the women across him sharing a quiet laugh. Just in time, the beverage you order comes in and the topic stops there and moves to another thing.

Blissfully unaware, you miss the knowing glances shared between the three parties of the table, too busy raving on the pretty cocktails they're serving you.

[✾✾✾]

“Do you want to come to my wedding dress fitting?” You ask one night in the middle of your skin care routine, Wonwoo scrolling on his phone on his bed.

“Isn't that a thing? Not to let the groom see their bride on the wedding dress?”

A sudden silence blankets the room, and you two stare at each other like some kind of realization hits at the same time. That you’re really getting married to each other.

That you’re his bride and he’s your groom.

Wonwoo jumps in panic when he sees you tear up, but you cover your face in embarrassment and tell him to go away instead. Wonwoo laughs as he relaxes, though he engulfs you in a hug despite your whine. Your arms hug him back though, and you tighten your arms like he’d let go.

“We’re really getting married, huh?” He whispers against your head, to which you nod and sniffle at, still trying to calm yourself down. “I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah. We’re really getting married, aren’t we?”

“Getting cold feet?” He asks jokingly, but your answer is short and firm, making his heart beats louder than he thinks possible.

“Never.”

You stay like that for a bit, until it occurs to you that Wonwoo hasn’t replied to your question so you ask him again.

“I’ll pass.” He decides, wanting to spare himself the heart attack he would get seeing you in a wedding dress. There’s a chance he would faint anyway, but he’d rather not have several fainting episodes before the wedding. “You can send me pictures if you want? Or I don’t mind being surprised too, whatever you feel like at the time, okay?”

“Hmmmkay. I’ll see when it happens then.”

“You’re going to do a fitting for the cocktail dress too, right? Did you say Jennie helped with the designs for that?”

“Yeah. Mr. Jang and Jennie collaborated for the cocktail dress, I think they made two or three even though I told them one would be enough. But, well, I can always use the cocktail dress for other functions so it’s okay.”

“You’re most excited about this, aren’t you?”

You nod happily, finally getting out of his hold to grin at him. Your eyes are twinkling like a child in a toyshop. “You know I love my dresses. Jennie showed me some of the final sketches before, and apparently they’re almost done, just need to make sure that my size hasn’t changed. But she wouldn’t let me see the dresses because she wants me to just see it with my own eyes.”

His phone pings, which cues him to let go of you to let you finish your skin care routine then checks his notifications, pressing his lips together to hide his smile.

Park Chaeyoung : One is enough right???

Park Chaeyoung : How can I convince her though?

Just discuss with Jennie and Mr. Jang. They probably knew which one would look best on her, too.

Also, you’re her closest friend. You would know, I’m sure.

Park Chaeyoung : I hate you😭😭😭

Park Chaeyoung : This is too much of a responsibility!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know it’s for her, though.

Park Chaeyoung : I still hate you

Park Chaeyoung : Be thankful I know how much she loves you!!

Thanks.

By the way, the YSL bag that you said was out of stock in every store in the country is being delivered to your place. Mr. Lee is delivering it to you himself, so let him up.

Park Chaeyoung : Perhaps I like you a little

[✾✾✾]

Yoon Jeonghan : were all ready on my side

Joshua Hong : im abt 95% done!!!

Joshua Hong : so all shud be ok and finish on time

Thanks guys.

You've worked hard.

Would it be okay for me to go and check a day before?

Joshua Hong : sure!!!!

Yoon Jeonghan : just say when you go

Yoon Jeonghan : ill drag her smwhere so she wont get suspicious

[✾✾✾]

Kwon Soonyoung sent a picture

Kwon Soonyoung : this ok?

Great.

Send your sister my greetings.

[✾✾✾]

Kim Jennie : Oh. You're so going to die ;)

???????????????

[✾✾✾]

“Everyone's so busy these days…” You complain over lunch, eating take outs in Wonwoo's office after his meeting because you're craving for some katsu place nearby. “You're busy. Chaeng’s busy. Jeonghan's busy. Shua's busy. Even Soonyoung is busy. What are you all even up to?”

He tenses a little, then apologizes and says perhaps it's just that time of the year. The year is about to end, and even though it's still the middle of October, things are already picking up. Plus, with Young Master Jeon and Young Miss Yoon getting married by the end of November, Wonwoo’s company and Shua's studio are trying their best to wrap as many things as possible before you and Wonwoo leave for honeymoon.

“You know what this reminds me of?”

“What?” He indulges you.

“That time when everyone's busy and only Soonyoung was possible.” That feels like a long time ago now, something that you both can look back and laugh at even though it hurt before. “You were babysitting Jennie.”

“And you fainted because I took my eyes away from you for like three seconds.”

“Stop exaggerating.”

“And now you're all buddy buddy with her.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs and you join soon after, the rest of your meal flows in the blink of an eye. Time works in a funny way when you're with him, and you wonder if it'll change once you get officially married despite all the time you already spend with him.

“The wedding is already next month, isn't it?”

“I know, right? Felt like it was just yesterday I proposed to you.”

Wonwoo pauses, and you look at him in question as he stares at you in silence.

“Did you know I cried that night?”

“...what?”

“Yeah.” He smiles to himself, putting down his chopsticks and replays that night once again in his head. He doesn't think he'd ever forget the way you look and the way you ask him that question. He's pretty sure sometimes he still dreams of you asking that, over and over again like a broken player that he doesn't want to get fixed. “After you fell asleep. I cried for a bit in the bathroom just in case you woke up.”

It's weird what goes over you upon the confession. Wonwoo doesn't cry easily, and even though you've seen him cry three or four times before, you've never thought he'd ever cry because of you. Knowing that he has… You can't even think of teasing him for it, your heart filling with love beyond its size upon realizing someone out there really loves you to the point of crying because you ask them to spend forever with you.

“Thank you for telling me.” You say, surprising him. “You already know I cried when you proposed even though I knew it was happening.”

“I heard you cried when you're trying out your wedding dress?”

“Who betrayed me?”

Wonwoo laughs at this, but tells you he's not naming anyone and he's definitely not teasing you about it.

“I will probably be crying too when I finally see you in the wedding dress.” He says easily, making your heart skip yet another beat at how effortlessly he spews those words.

Fuck Jeon Wonwoo.

[✾✾✾]

There's a party you're attending tonight. Jennie said it's some kind of party that she's hosting to celebrate her last line of designs before her expected return to Ruby Corp.

She has told you to wear one of the cocktail dresses you tried the other day: the white one that stops right above your knees. You love every detail of it: from the subtle way silver stars and moons decorate the seam of the dress, to the lace that is just enough without making it look tacky.

It accentuates your body in all the right ways, but if you look at it long enough, it looks somewhat like a mini wedding dress, which is why you decided against wearing it to the after party because you don't want both your dresses to be white. You’re not sure if it’s really okay to wear it before your wedding considering how much it resembles one, but Chaeyoung’s insistence and Jennie’s confirmation convinces you because you actually love it the most out of the other dresses, which is why you're kind of excited when Jennie told you it’s really okay to wear that one.

She has told you to get your makeup done at the salon, too, because she's invited a lot of media and she tells you it's okay to do a more glamorous makeup than what you're used to. You still want a natural one, but Chaeyoung once again convinces you to do more and you give in because she looks way too excited for some reason.

Currently at the salon with her, you've decided to try one of the hairstyles you want for your wedding. It's something you still haven't decided, but your wedding is in two weeks, and you suppose it wouldn't hurt to try out some of the simple hairstyles you're considering.

Your hair is styled to beautiful curls, half of your hair is up in a bun that's sprinkled with star accessories, making it look like there are stars scattered on your bun. Chaeyoung takes a picture of it and shows you, to which you squeal at because it's simply too cute.

Despite how much you like how you look, you feel a little over the top. But Chaeyoung reminds you it's a fashion party so there would probably be people who dress way more excessively and you're completely fine.

“Wonwoo's not answering my texts at all. Wonder if he's okay…” you frown at your phone, your text from this morning left unread and unanswered.

Chaeyoung hums, not seemingly bothered by your concern.

“Maybe he's just busy. Your wedding is in two weeks and you're leaving for honeymoon almost immediately. He's probably making sure he won't be bothered during then.” Her answer is a little too perfect to the point where you might consider it scripted, but you're a little too concerned about Wonwoo to think about it and you quietly agree with her despite how you feel.

“I haven't been able to reach Han and Shua either…”

“Looking for me?” A familiar voice greets you and you wave at Joshua who's already dressed for the party. “Sorry, got classes all day.”

“‘Skay. Where's Han?”

“I think he's in a meeting with your father. Something about a merger?”

“Huh…” You frown, trying to remember if there's any talk about a merger that you've heard before. But, then again, you haven't been involved in the company for about two years now, you're not always updated and it might even be about some sub company that you don't know existed. “Makes sense. Why are you here?”

“Jeonghan will be late to the party so I thought I'll drive with you.” He grins. “I don't want to arrive there alone.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“Seungcheol.”

“Of course.” You should've known, really. Seungcheol never fails to report to Wonwoo, Jeonghan, or Shua everytime they ask your whereabouts. “Why are you dressed like that? It's a fashion party, dude.”

“Heh.” He shrugs, not minding the way you frown at his suit, definitely too formal for Jennie's party. “I got too busy and didn't have time to look for a fashionable outfit.”

“You still have time to change.” You try to convince him, not wanting him to embarrass himself there. “We'll probably be done in thirty minutes.”

It's then that Joshua takes a good look at you, looking at you from head to toe as his eyes water a little, which he blinks away quickly before you even notice.

“You're beautiful.” He says, startling you at the sudden honesty.

He's looking at you so softly that you're a little unsure how to respond to that, so you take the easy way and joke it away.

“Thanks. Wait until you see me at my wedding.”

This seems to make him smile even wider, and he carefully pats your head before telling you he'd wait around and he's too bothered to change so you don't have to worry.

Exactly thirty minutes later, you're on your way to the venue with Chaeyoung and Joshua. You're still trying to reach Wonwoo, but your call wouldn't go through and your text is still unanswered. You tried texting Chan, but he simply tells you his boss is busy and hasn't been able to check his phone, that he'll remind him to text you once he's able to.

That's enough to tame down your worry a little, and remembering you have a party to go to, you decide to let go of it and try to get in the mood. Good thing you have Chaeyoung and Joshua with you.

The three of you arrive in front of the building about forty minutes later, and you wonder why it's a little too quiet remembering how much of a fuss Jennie made it to be. But perhaps it's because you're still in the lobby; the party is on the top floor, after all.

Once you get to the very top level and you get off the elevator, it's still very much quiet, which makes you a little suspicious. But there's no reason for you to be suspicious of Jennie, so you ask instead if you're at the right place.

Just as they're about to answer, the lights go off and you jump at the pitch dark you suddenly find yourself in. You call for your companies and try to reach for them, but they're nowhere and you start to panic when something soft drapes over your eyes.

It's a blindfold, you register. A silk one by the feel of it, but that's not important because why are you blindfolded and you're trying to fight whoever's behind you.

“Trust me, okay?” Joshua’s comforting voice echoes against the empty corridor, and you relax a little as thousand different scenarios enter your mind. If there’s anyone you can trust, it’s Joshua, so when you feel his hand clasping yours and he leads you forward with Chaeyoung following close behind, you walk despite the way your heart is beating a million beats per second.

But when you hear the door open and close again, dark still engulfing you even after Joshua says you're allowed to take it off, what you find in front of your eyes once the light goes back on is beyond your imagination.

You see Wonwoo on the other side of the aisle, presumably smiling at you even though you can't really tell due to your vision getting blurry.

You take your time to look around the room, a glass ceiling displaying the night sky with the moon right above you, there are roughly only six tables in the beautiful room, decorated by your favorite flowers, your favorite color scheme, and every single thing you've mentioned to Wonwoo all that time. Somehow, even the stars are more visible than they have ever been.

“Princess?” You register your father's voice, his arm slightly open for you to take, and you don’t remember the last time his eyes stared at you with such gentleness. “Let's go. Wonwoo is waiting.”

You nod despite your unshed tears and your confusion, and as you walk down the short aisle and get to the end of it, you spare a few seconds to look at who's present. And upon realizing that they're all the people that are dear to you and Wonwoo, your eyes tear up once again at the realization of what's really happening.

“I told you I would do everything for you, right?” He whispers as you meet his eyes, trying his best to keep it together because, fuck, you look so beautiful it doesn't make sense. “I hope this is how you imagined your dream wedding to be.”

Before you can answer, the officiant, Yoon Jeonghan, cuts you off and proceeds to start the wedding ceremony. You can't even concentrate on anything, only focusing on Wonwoo and everything he's done for you.

Your brain is starting to put pieces together: the dress Jennie made you, the way your mothers seem less guilty, everyone being busy–how did he convince everyone to do this for you when they're all busy as hell?

Wonwoo starts his wedding vow, and you realize you'd have to do it too but you don't have anything prepared because you literally didn't know it was happening. You considered using the vow you're planning to use on your… well… wedding day, but you think that might not be fitting for this special day.

Your day.

“First of all. Thank you to all of you here who have scammed me and betrayed me by helping Wonwoo.” You pretend to glare at them, to which they all laugh to because despite your words, you look the happiest they've ever seen you be. You’re glowing, despite the tears that are threatening to fall and the way you’re trying your best to hold back a sob. “I… I'll save the lengthy vow for the wedding in two weeks and I'll make this quick. I've gathered that a lot of you probably helped Wonwoo in this, and I want to thank you for all the time and effort you've put into this–and even somehow hiding it from me to the point where it didn't even occur to me to be suspicious of any of you. I've always wanted my wedding to be a small one shared by the people who matter, like all of you here, and to know that everyone of you are involved somehow… thanks for making anyone who might surprise me in the future fall short to this. And to Wonwoo…”

You finally look at him in the eye, both your eyes tearing up as you share a moment between you two. You try to calm yourself down, and you grip his hands harder before you sob right then and there.

“Thank you for making my dream come true. You should know that as long as it's with you, it's my dream wedding already.”

Jeonghan takes the cue to announce you as husband and wife, and as your lips meet under the night sky, you could've sworn the moon has never looked so bright before tonight.

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✾BONUS✾

“You look so beautiful, dear.” Mrs. Jeon softly dabs her eyes with tissue to stop her tears from falling down.

“Thank you so much Aun–uh…” You pause mid sentence only now realizing she's no longer just Auntie for you. “Mom…?”

She cries when you call her that, and Mr. Jeon laughs at how dramatic his wife is being, though he officially welcomes you to the family as he tries to calm her down.

“Wonwoo made you both work overtime, huh?” You joke, but your mom shakes her head and mentions they volunteered for it when he brought up the idea. Your fingers, clasped around Wonwoo's, tighten, and his thumb caresses your knuckle as if reminding you to calm down. “Thank you so… so much. Wonwoo couldn't have done it without you guys.”

“I know. My son sucks at making events.” Mrs. Jeon adds, already calmed down. “But at least he has the head to think about this.”

“Alright, Mom. Thanks for your compliment.” He rolls his eyes in a joking manner, though he drops a kiss on her cheek and sincerely thanks your mom too for making the ceremony possible. “And thank you… uhh…”

You giggle at the same predicament Wonwoo finds himself in, but surprisingly it's your father who speaks up.

“You're our son, now. Call us Mom and Dad, Mother and Father, whichever you prefer.” He offers a small smile, which startles you because you did not expect this at all. You know he's happy you're getting married to the Jeons, but there's another kind of happiness in his eyes that you haven't seen in a really long time. “You've always taken care of our daughter, even when we're not able to. Continue to do it, alright? I'm glad she has you in her life.”

Wonwoo hides his smile and excuses the both of you to greet the other tables, and when you come to Shua, Jeonghan, Jinyoung, Jisoo, Jennie, Chaeyoung, and Soonyoung's table, you finally burst into tears even though you meant to pretend to be angry at them for deceiving you.

You blink repeatedly in hope your tears would vanish behind your eyes, but it's hard to do that when it's your father saying this. It's a confession you did not expect happening, but a part of you is relieved it did, and when your father pats your cheek and tells you not to cry, you nod despite the tears pooling in your eyes.

"Yes, Father. I'm glad I have her in my life, too."

Jinyoung and Jeonghan laugh, but the rest of the table panics and even the other tables are amused at your sudden emotional episode, nothing but adoration filling their eyes.

“How–how could you guys do this to me?!” You say between sobs, Wonwoo grinning sheepishly to anyone whose eyes he meets on apology even though he knows no one actually minds.

“How dare you guys not say a thing!”

“We made sure you look your best, though.” Chaeyoung squeaks, to which you glare at before you break away from Wonwoo and engulf her in a hug. Then Chaeyoung starts crying too, and soon so are Jennie and Jisoo, and even Lisa and a few members of the studio who you've gotten very close with start crying on their table.

“I love you so much.” She whispers as she hugs you tighter. “I'm happy you found each other even though you've known each other since forever.”

“I love you too.” You kiss her cheek, careful not to ruin her makeup and yours. “Thank you for making sure I look my best on my wedding that I wasn't aware was happening.”

You look up to the rest of the table, take turns to hug each and everyone of them because all of them are apparently in on it; Chaeyoung and Jisoo with the overall preparation, Jennie with the dress, Soonyoung with the catering, Jeonghan with the venue, and Joshua with the flowers.

“You don't deserve a hug because you didn't help but I will hug you because of Jisoo.” You narrow your eyes at Jinyoung.

“Hey! Who do you think helped your little husband here and convince him it's okay to do all this?” He teases you both and drops a quick kiss on your head.

Husband.

You look at Wonwoo, who seems to be stuck in the same word as you do. You share a look, and then smile at the same time and Wonwoo squeezes your hand until Jeonghan puts a stop to the serene moment and breaks it up.

“”Kay. That's enough. You both are too sappy. Let's move on to the first dance.” He shoos you both to the dance floor, and you laugh through your tears as Wonwoo takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor, right in the middle of the room beneath the night sky.

You look up once again, the moon exactly above you and him as you move together with the music. Your eyes are glassy the moment you find Wonwoo's which are also glassy, you don't try to hide your smile though, and you share that moment between you two, uncaring about the rest of the guests staring at you two.

Wonwoo leans down to kiss you square on the lips, and you press your lips back to his, the both of you smiling into the kiss.

“Hey, husband.” You whisper with a giggle, still shy with the title.

“Hey, wife.” He bumps his forehead into yours. “The moon is very beautiful tonight, isn't it?”

“Yeah.” You agree, your thumb caresses the apple of his cheek. “The moon is indeed very beautiful tonight."

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A/N: happy new year! idk if i'll be writing a lot this year but we'll see ig? i didnt think this would reach more than 5k lol. do talk to me if you enjoy this <3

#wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fluff #khione.fics #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #seventeen fic #seventeen scenario #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #wonwoo au #wonwoo imagines

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celaenaeiln · 1 year

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Jake and Mari meeting Damian for the first time

Jake: *watching Dick struggling to piggyback a 260+ lb man* Dad who is HE?!

Mari: Why're you carrying a man twice your size?!

Dick: *Wheezing but refusing to let go of his hold on Damian's legs* He's...he's my son...s-say "Hi, Damian."

Jake: I'm your son!

Mari: Jake's your son!

Dick: *gasping* Yes...but Damian's my first born."

Jake & Mari: *turning to look at Damian*

Damian: *looking back at them then turning his nose up and smirking*

Jake & Mari: *instantly activating their powers* This means war.

Dick: *jerking his head up* Wait-what?

Jake and Mari complaining to their Uncle Tim about Damian

Jake: You won't believe what he did! He hit me on the head with dad's eskrima!

Mari: He also punched me!

Tim: *snorting* Let me guess, he also stuck his tongue out at you two while Dad-DICK-wasn't looking?

Jake: Yeah! And then dad scolded all of us but when he was scolding me and Mari, Damian took dad's eskrima, put into his pocket-

Jake & Tim: *finishing together* -and mouthed "Mine."

Jake: Uncle Tim, you get it!!

Mari: *narrowing her eyes* speaking from experience?

Tim: *scowling at her*

Tim: .......hmm.

Tim and Jason forced to team up for a family mission

Tim: ...So I heard something interesting today.

Jason: Can we just shut up and work in silence so I can go home and eat and clean my guns in peace?

Tim: Jake and Mari told me they fought with Damian.

Jason: What? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! It must've been over Dick! It's the only thing that matters to that demon brat.

Tim: *smirking* yup. Remember when we fought over Dick?

Jason: Heh. I beat your ass. Good times, good times. I mean-what were we even fighting over, huh?

Tim: Liar, I totally won. And I know right? It's completely obvious-

Jason: Without a doubt-

Jason & Tim: *finishing confidently* I was Dick's favorite.

A ringing silence echoing in the batcave after that statement.

Tim: *smirk dropping* Did the pit wipe whatever brain you had managed to scrape by with? Dick obviously loved me more. He taught me how to analyze people, how to do laundry, and he even cooked for me! Me! He never cooks for anyone.

Jason: *sneering* And here I thought you were a detective but it turns out you were a "dumb-tective" instead. Has he ever gone skiing with you? Has he ever come up with a code-nickname for you like he did with "little wing" for me? Has he ever protected you from seeing seeing stuff cause he thought it wouldn't be appropriate?? Has he ever done that for you?

Tim: hE CALLS ME ALL THE TIME-HE LOVES ME MORE!!!

Jason: HE OPENS UP TO ME! IM THE ONE HE LOVES!

Tim: *screeching and lunging* I'LL BE SURE TO KNOCK YOUR BRAINS INTO PLACE!!

Jason: *grappling with him* AND I'LL MAKE SURE TO PUT YOURS BACK IN YOUR HEAD!!

*one hour later*

Jason & Tim: *Bloody, silent, and seething*

Tim: .....hey.

Jason: *gritting his teeth* what.

Tim: Did you and Bruce ever fight over who Dick loves more?

Jason: *mind exploding with memories of the two of them using sly, underhanded tricks to have Dick's attention for themself and sometimes even coming to blows over it* no. And I'm not the one who fought with a ten year old.

Tim: But you did.

Jason: You were thirteen.

Tim: No, I mean you and Damian fought.

Jason:

Tim: It's okay. I used to have a cold war with Bruce.

Jason: With Bruce? Why?

Tim: Because Bruce didn't want me but Dick did and Bruce is a possessive asshole who loves Dick but doesn't like sharing.

Jason: Damn. Yeah, that actually explains a lot. I'm still the favorite though.

Tim: *cracking his neck* You wanna go again?

Dick: *entering* Hey guys-woah, what's with the tension?

Jason: *Sidling up next to Dick and wrapping an arm around his shoulder* Nothin' Dickie. Heard your kiddies got into a fight.

Dick: *sighing* You heard already? It was a disaster. I'll tell you about it later. How're you doing, Tim? Everything okay, buddy?

Tim: *walking forward and grabbing Dick's hand* *furtively catching Jason's eye* Good Dick! I'm really glad you're back.

Dick: *immediately ruffling his hair and then Jason's* Awww! You're the sweetest. Both of you. I'm going to make sure the Bruce doesn't burn the kitchen down thinking he can suddenly cook in his old age.

Jason & Tim: *Turning to each other after Dick leaves* This means war.

Canon based

Dick is Tim's idol

Dick is Jason's idol

Dick teaching Tim panels I already posted before but here's him teaching Tim to fold laundry.

Dick protecting Jason's eyes from unsavory sights

Dick calling Jason Little Wing

Dick took Jason skiing when he was robin

Bruce being manipulative about wanting Dick back (another addition)

Jason is just like Bruce

And for fun XD

#it's back!#sorry I had 12 am impulse and 7 am rethoughts #love you guys #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #jake grayson #mari grayson #bruce wayne #batman #batfam incorrect quotes

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wheeboo · 1 year

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emergency contact {pt. 2} | choi seungcheol

SYNOPSIS. in which you and seungcheol first meet. PAIRING. choi seungcheol x gn!reader (ft. popular cousin!joshua and other members) GENRE. fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, basically a prequel to the first part WARNINGS. reader has anxiety from large crowds, depictions of an anxiety attack, cheol says a singular curse word WORD COUNT. 1.5k

requested by anon: Hello! I hope you don't mind but may I request a second part for emergency contact? Like maybe how they met &/or how the reader got into the accident? I really love the story!

notes: hi anon! honestly i didn’t expect for anyone wanting a part 2 or intend in making one, but coming across your msg i thought of an idea and had to do it since your my first ever request 😊 i didn’t want this to be too long, so this is about how they first met cuz i don’t think i can do the accident scene justice (im sorry!!!). i guess this is for the people who are curious behind their relationship. feedback is highly appreciated!

← part 1 | part 2 | part 3 →

Crowds aren’t your thing. Parties aren’t your thing. They never have been.

It’s the first thought that pops up when you show up in front of Joshua’s place as the early evening breeze sends its chills up and down your arms.

Despite you coming earlier to the birthday party then expected, you already notice some figures in the house already, assuming it’s Joshua’s friends coming to help set up. The thought of meeting people you haven’t met before hasn’t been helping in easing your worries away.

However, you take a moment to gather your thoughts and remind yourself that tonight is about celebrating Joshua's birthday. He already told you upon inviting you that you didn’t need to show up if you weren’t up for it. But he’s your cousin and one of the only people you share a close, familial bond with𑁋you want to show you at least have some human decency, even if it means stepping out of your comfort zone.

Taking a deep breath, you walk up and knock on the door. It swings open just a few moments later, but you aren’t met with Joshua. You’re met with a man who appears similar in height, a denim jacket covering his shoulders and his dark eyes widened in surprise just as you are. The brief, eager dimpled smile that you saw for a moment quickly fades away into... disbelief? Shock? Did you suddenly grow a second head? You couldn’t tell. And maybe you didn’t want to know.

You let your eyes scan over his somewhat familiar features. You recognise him𑁋he’s one of Joshua’s friends, obviously𑁋but your mind can’t exactly put a name on him, and it didn’t help that Joshua was quite popular himself. Yet there’s a curious flutter in your chest as the two of you lock gazes for a single moment.

“Hi, um,” You greet awkwardly, feeling your face flush with heat from the embarrassment. “Is, uh... is Joshua home? I’m here for his birthday party...”

The man blinks back to reality, stepping aside just a tiny bit. “Oh, yeah, he’s home. I can go get𑁋”

“Y/N! You’re here! I’m glad you decided to come.” Joshua’s voice interrupts his words.

Then you turn to greet Joshua with a smile and a quick hug. “Had to show I have manners, you know?”

He gives you a few comfortable, reassuring pats on the back. “Don’t worry, you know I wouldn’t complain if you decided not to come. And you can leave anytime.” As you fully insert yourself inside the home, you notice the mysterious door man making his way back into the living room area, and you feel the subtle hole of disappointment sink into your stomach.

Joshua leads you into the living area, where you catch sight of a few of his other friends that you also recognise. Two of them is Lee Seokmin and Boo Seungkwan, who are also quite popular. Then you notice Yoon Jeonghan, one of Joshua’s closest friends from way back when. And then... you notice mysterious door man setting up a table full of drinks in the back. He’s the only person you couldn’t put a name on.

“Everyone, this is my cousin, Y/N,” Joshua announces to the room as all boys turn to look in your direction. You give out an awkward wave as your eyes scan their faces, and when you meet back with mysterious door man, you see him give you a small, polite smile.

Progress, you think to yourself. It’s small, but it’s something.

Seungkwan and Seokmin greet you quite warmly and excitedly, and Jeonghan was really the only person you knew more about the others. For some reason, the interactions feel more comforting than you think.

“...and that’s Choi Seungcheol in the back over there. He’s a close friend in my year. I think you’ll get along with him.”

You catch Joshua's words and your eyes immediately shift to the figure at the drinks table. So, his name is Choi Seungcheol. The name buries a rightful place in your mind, and a sense of familiarity washes over you, as if it's a name you've heard before, even if you can't recall where or when.

“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me...” You mumble your way through some groups of people, the weight of the crowd pressing upon you suffocatingly.

You knew what you were expecting for a party hosted by Joshua, a popular person surrounded by a circle of equally popular people. But the more you can remotely feel the presence of a stranger next to you, you feel something gnaw at your insides and all the vibrations and sounds heightening up your senses. You hate it. You hate your anxiety.

You try to look for Joshua, for anyone in general that you may recognise, but you find yourself lost in the swamp of people. All kinds of conversations were entangled in one another, making it difficult for your mind to distinguish one voice from the other. The noise becomes a jumble of unintelligible chatter, and your heart pounds anxiously in your chest as you hike your way up the stairs and into a nearby corner, hoping that the sounds will die down.

And by the time you reach the top, you squeeze your eyes shut and focus on your breathing, feeling the brimming tears in your eyes fall down your face. Inhale. Exhale. One. Inhale. Exhale. Two. Repeat.

But the tears keep only keep flowing, a silent release of pent-up emotions. The frustration and vulnerability weigh heavy on your shoulder. And it's in this vulnerable state𑁋out of all possible circumstances𑁋that Seungcheol finds you.

“Y/N?”

Seungcheol's voice breaks through your chaotic thoughts. Startled, you slowly open your eyes, the dampness blurring your vision. As you glance to the source of the familiar voice, you see Seungcheol's concerned and frantic expression.

“Shit, Y/N, are you okay?” he asks worriedly.

The concern in his eyes makes your heart ache. But in that moment, you feel a leap of hope amidst the suffocating weight of your anxiety.

“Sorry, yeah, I...” You sniffle, swiftly trying to wipe away any tears, but he sees them clearly. “The people, um... They’re not really my thing.”

His expression softens in an instant. Seeing your tears gives him the intrusive urge to wipe them away, but he refrains himself.

Instead, an idea pops in his head as he scurries to take off his denim jacket before gently draping it over your shoulders. For a moment, your eyes quickly catch sight of his exposed arms.

"Here," he says softly. "It might help you feel a little more grounded."

You gratefully accept the jacket, pulling it tighter around you, his scent lingering into the air. The gesture, small as it may be, brings you a sense of comfort and safety, more than you expected it to be.

“Thank you,” You respond appreciatively, voice quiet and low.

Seungcheol couldn’t help the satisfied smile on his face as he shoots his gaze down to the floor, hoping that you weren’t able to see it. As you wrap his jacket around in a more comfortable position, he takes a step closer.

He clears his throat hesitantly. “If it isn’t working, then uh... I heard that hugging someone can also help too.”

You nearly let out a cough at his suggestion. No one has ever proposed that kind of idea before, and frankly, you hardly thought about it. But in this moment, with Seungcheol standing before you, and the thought of his arms circling around you, brings nothing but a certain jump to your heart and a sense of comfort that you sought.

So you let your shoulders relax and mentally prepare yourself as you give him a small nod.

Seungcheol steps closer and carefully opens his arms, inviting you into his embrace. With a mix of anticipation and nervousness, you take a step forward, finally closing the distance between you.

As his strong arms encircle you, you feel an immediate wave of calmness. The world around you fades into the background, and all that matters in this moment is the warmth of Seungcheol's embrace. It’s the only thing you can focus on. His presence envelopes you, as if creating a shield around you.

Hesitating for a second, you rest your head against his chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It's a comforting sound that reassures you, as if to simply convey, It’s okay, I’m here. You never thought that being in this position with Seungcheol𑁋a mere stranger, but also not entirely𑁋would alleviate your body into surrendering in his comfort rather than pushing him away.

The hug becomes a silent conversation; it’s awfully intimate and intense that if it were to happen again, you’d still feel the same as right now. Seungcheol holds you firmly but gently as you let your limbs fall weak in his arms. You feel the emotions begin to build once again, causing a whimper to escape your lips.

As the tears fall, Seungcheol holds you even tighter. His presence feels like a lifeline, helping to keep your thoughts grounded in the present moment.

Minutes pass, and eventually, the intensity of your emotions begins to subside. Your breathing steadies, and you start to regain a sense of composure. Slowly, you loosen your grip on Seungcheol and pull back away from him.

“Feel better?” he asks you.

You give him a grateful nod as you take off his jacket and give it back to him. “I... think I needed that more than I realised. Thank you.”

And as you were about to leave, the last thing that he says sends that hopeful flutter through your heart.

“I’m proud of you, just so you know.”

A small, genuine smile forms on your lips as you take in his words. "Thank you, Seungcheol.” And maybe, just this once, I am a bit proud of myself too.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seungcheol angst #seungcheol fluff #choi seungcheol angst #choi seungcheol fluff #scoups angst #scoups fluff #choi seungcheol x reader #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #svt #svt x reader #seungcheol imagines #choi seungcheol imagines #scoups imagines #svt fluff #svt angst

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savannahsdeath · 1 year

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okok but like reader being tommy and maria's daughter, Joels niece, Ellie's gf, you cant tell me that wouldn't just make her the town princess <33

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! but i think its minors safe this time!!; reader crying

writers note: its short and just two of my thoughts but still decided to post it🤗 ALWAYS when i make sum scenarios in my head i imagine im tommys and marias daughter cus !! its like so abziabshh being joels niece too ??? omg.

as tommy's and maria's daughter, the risk of you getting hurt was always lower than other residents'. being a favored princess, only doing little jobs somewhere in the town, you were living a dream of most girls your age. you didn't have to patrol, to risk your life, to be used to hold a gun like it's nothing. and you could shoot - joel teached you, just in case. but you pointed your weapon at a living target only a few times. your life was just.. calm.

there's no reason to complain, right?

right??

you hated it. you wanted nothing more than to go outside and be a hero, find supplies and kill those monsters.

you felt useless, sitting in jackson and doing only paperwork or gardening. you didn't care it was important too. you wanted to be a soldier with a holster swinging down your hip, maybe a switchblade with a cool design in your pocket. after a long day in work you'd meet up with your friends, share your memories and tips. maybe even trade some cards you found while scavenging.

you spent so much time complaining and begging your parents for a chance to go outside and face the dangers of the world. but you were always met with the same answer - that you were too precious to risk, too valuable to put in danger.

you never understood why they didn't see you the same way they saw ellie. you felt that you were capable of just as much as she was, if not more. but it was always her who got the spotlight, while you were left to your own devices, growing bitter and resentful.

one day, not just a typical day but your birthday, you found your family - tommy, maria, joel and ellie - waiting for you in the living room. you hated the awkward 'my little girl is becoming a lady!' things, but you put on the best fake smile you could. it turned to a real smile pretty fast, just as you heard about your gift.

"we'll allow you to patrol." maria smiled, before quickly shaking her head. "only with ellie, though!"

at first you stood in silence. you felt like both tommy and joel wanted you to go outside for a long time before. being locked up in a safety zone wasn't doing any good for you. if something was going to happen to jackson, you'll be left clueless in the cruel, unknown world. but how did they convince your protective mother, maria?

ellie smirked at your reaction and leaned against a wall. "you have to listen to me, too."

you knew she'll act all cocky and demanding, but it didn't ruin your happiness. in fact, you were glad to be paired with her.

and so you became one of the tough, badass survivors you wanted to. but you were still an innocent princess in their eyes.

so they couldn't stand seeing you hurt.

as soon as maria caught you sobbing onto your pillow the other day, everyone was there in a second. you were sitting in your bed, in your mother's arms. ellie placed herself next to you, caressing your hand and rubbing reassuring circles on your thigh. joel was pacing around the room, trying to not point his gun at anyone who made you feel this way, while tommy wether kneeled in front of you or joined your uncle in lame attempt to calm themselves down.

"what the fuck happened?" your dad leaned against a nearby wall.

ellie rolled her eyes, thinking his aggressiveness is useless. "it's about jane."

jane was a girl your age, freshly welcomed to jackson. she didn't know much about it so she was the first one to judge. and well... let's say she didn't like how popular you are.

joel frowned and repeated quiet; "jane?" as if to make sure he heard it correctly.

you sniffled and wiped your tears on your sleeve, feeling the overwhelming attention of everyone in the room.

"well, jane's got some real issues if you ask me." joel growled, his voice quiet and dangerous.

"indeed." tommy nodded, his mind already brewing up a plan. "we should send her packing before things escalate."

"no, we can't do that." maria frowned, thinking hard of a solution to the problem. "don't forget she's here because she saved ellie."

to that, your girlfriend quickly let you go and stood up. "saved me?!" she threw her hands in the air in frustration. "she killed one infected that was after me, i'd handle it myself just as easily!"

your mom held her hands out in an attempt to calm ellie, but the girl was too angry and frustrated to see a reason to.

"hey, hey!" maria chided her. "it's not worth arguing. let's just settle this and move on."

ellie gritted her teeth as she took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. "fine." she said through clenched teeth. "but she better not pull anything again, or i swear i'm gonna-"

"ellie!" tommy shouted, cutting her off mid-sentence.

"no, ellie's right." joel said in a stern, serious tone. "jane's no hero and we can't let her sabotage our community. she won't stop after a pathetic little warning."

your parents froze for a moment, the words finally hitting them.

"joel," maria finally started, her tone serious and concerned. "we can't just kick someone out like that. that's not how we handle things here."

"well, how do we handle them then?" joel shot back. "because letting someone like jane stay is gonna be a threat to our safety."

after a short moment of silence, maria finally spoke up again. "i get where you're coming from," she nodded and repeated; "but this is not the way we do things."

your uncle just huffed in frustration, his arms crossed. "fine." he murmured quietly. "have it your way."

ellie, on the other hand, was quietly seething. she wanted to go up to jane and knock some sense into her head, but she bit her tongue and kept quiet.

as maria left the room, ellie's rage came spilling out. "she's trouble!" she hissed, pacing back and forth. "she just needs someone to put her in her place. can i-"

"no." your dad cut you off, his voice firm. "maria said no. we're not doing this."

ellie bit her lip in frustration as she looked back and forth between him and you, torn between wanting to listen and wanting to see jane struggle, like you do now. eventually, she took your mom's place in comforing you.

with joel out of the picture, you and ellie shared a deep glance. the shared anger and frustration in your eyes was something only you two understood. it felt like you communicated telepathically. without saying a word, she wrapped her arms around you. this sort of closeness was something you rarely shared in front of others, but in this moment it just felt right. you two were bonded by the same negative feelings, and in that moment you were both on the same wavelength.

maria came back to see you, face buried in ellie's chest, as she made some shushing noises into your ear. she shared a concerned look with tommy and joel, which agreed to leave you both alone for now. your mom felt satisfied by the fact ellie decided to let jane be.

just a few days later you were able to come out without worrying about bumping into her, because even when you did, she'd apologize and quickly walk away. you never asked anyone what happened, no one told you anything too. jane wasn't the type of a person to get offended by words, so whatever happened, it must really affect her..

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #reqs open #ellie the last of us

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lvrcpid · 1 year

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𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 - 𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙮

paring: ethanxfem!reader.

warnings: implication of murder. blood. ethan being the worst best person on the planet. manipulation. character death. spoilers!!

listen: smooth operator by sade

notes: your honor he’s innocent!!

‘congratulations you’ve been accepted to blackmore university’. the letter in your hand reads. you couldn’t help but smile a bit. you were finally getting out of woodsboro. you wanted nothing to do with this hell hole anymore.

being almost brutally murdered by one of your closest friends was definitely not on your bucket list. but hey you couldn’t complain, at least you made it out alive.

similar to tara, you didn’t really like to acknowledge what happened to you back home. you wanted to forget about everything. but the feeling you were being watched never left you.

for weeks on end after, you suffered from panic attacks. you refused to be alone, afraid that phone would ring and in one clean sweep, your life would be over. you’d be damned if you faced the same fate as your foes.

you moved into your apartment with tara and sam, along with your roommate quinn, on campus not long after that, mindy and chad also attending the same school. you were glad your friends were there not only just for you, but for each other. you all had been through a lot together, instantly turning you all from a group, into a family.

you were sat in tara’s room as she hung her clothes in her closet, the comfortable silence filling the air as you spoke “do you think it’s over?” tara didn’t say anything as she stopped what she was doing, gripping onto the shirt in her hand. she just sighed and looked at you, shrugging and moving to sit down next to you. “that’s behind us and you know it..” she tried her hardest to empathize with you but tara hated living in the past of what happened to you all.

you couldn’t help but disagree, the fact you did showed in your expression. while she was right, you didn’t like the fact your friend was so okay with pushing down what happened to her. you cut the conversation short , not wanting to egg her on, squeezing her into a hug and sighing. “we’re safe now, we can live our lives normally.”

but oh were you so wrong.

you met ethan shortly after you moved to new york. you were walking to your debate ethics class when you bumped into someone, quickly pulling your headphone off to apologize.

‘oh im sorry-‘ ‘no it’s okay im sorry!’ you turned to meet the person you bumped into. you were met with a boy slightly taller than you, fluffy hair and the cutest face. ‘i-i’m ethan! sorry about that..i should’ve watched where i was going..’ his face turned red as he scratched the back of his head.

you found the boy cute. he reminded you of a puppy. you couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. ‘no really it’s okay, it was my fault. i’m (y/n)’ you held your hand out, watching as he hesitantly shook it.

ew. his palms were sweaty. but aw, he was nervous.

from that point on you and ethan became inseparable. you both constantly went out to movies and cafes. he even came over for study time at your apartment! you really liked ethan and all of your friends could tell he really liked you too.

it was a random night in october, the wind was chilly and the leaves scraped across the ground like nails on a chalk board. sam and tara were out shopping and quinn was over at some boys dorm. you seriously couldn’t keep up with that girl.

your roommates absences left you alone in the apartment. that same feeling of being watched crept up on you slowly as the wind blew more and more through the open window in the living room.

you sucked your teeth as you pushed yourself from the couch, going to shut the window. as you looked outside you swore you could’ve seen the frame of a black cloak disappear into the distance. your blood ran cold as you just shut the window and locked it. “nope nope nope fuck that-“ *RING RING RING* your phone rang, vibrating on the table.

shit. you stalked over to the table where your phone sat, your heart practically beating out of your chest. you knew better than to answer the phone, so you just let it ring, not even going to check who it was. you didn’t even want to know.

you sighed as the ringing stopped, just for it to pick up once more. you mumbled slightly before picking up the phone, seeing it was richies contact. how is that even possible? richie died. you just held the phone to your ear as you spoke, “hello?” “hello (y/n)..miss me?” you could’ve passed out right then and there. that same voice that tormented you and your friends for days was back. you just stomped to the knife block as you spoke once more.

“i fucked you up once , im not afraid to do it again..” you grabbed the largest knife you could, power walking your way through the apartment. “relax sweet thing..i’m not at your place..i just wanna..talk..” you just rolled your eyes at the name and gripped your phone tightly in your hand. “listen you sick piece of shit, leave me and my friends alone or else i’ll-“ “or else you’ll what? kill me and run away like a coward?! now shut up and listen.” you went silent, not really believing his words about not being in your apartment.

“you know you’re really pretty right..? i’m always watching you..always..” the voice calls, chuckling and sighing as you were horrified. your theory was correct. “god what i wouldn’t give to see you scream for me” you could hear that asshole smirk over the phone. you just scoffed and gripped the knife tighter, making your way through your apartment for the second time, really making sure he wasn’t playing tricks on you. “who the hell even are you..” you asked, pushing open a door and making your way through it.

“ah ah ah- we’ll save that for our next conversation..until then pretty girl..also..chilly night we’re having isn’t it?” then the line went dead. you quickly moved to call sam, shakily dialing her number as you paced the floor, biting your thumb as you tried your best not to cry.

when the sisters bursted into the door, you immediately broke down in tears, crying into sam’s shoulder as she brought you into a hug. you looked to tara as she gave you a sad, worried, almost terrified look. “tara..ignore everything i said..”

this isn’t over.

the next day you were on edge, hesitant to even step foot out of your dorm. you laid in bed , staring at your ceiling fan as it spun around, trying to distract yourself from what happened the previous night.

the only noise that can be heard was the sound of your fan and your jagged breathing. suddenly your phone rang, again. you quickly turned over to silence it, trying to forget that it’s even there. but seeing richies contact and picture pop up was enough to send chills down your spine.

you took a deep breath before answering the phone. “calling me in broad daylight? you’re getting bolder by the second” you spoke into the phone. “relax pretty girl, i just wanna talk to you” the raspy voice came back to you. you just huffed and rolled your eyes. “we aren’t leisurely friends. you’re actively trying to kill me and mine.”

“be happy i’m taking the time to speak to you instead of killing your friends one by one.”

you just huffed as you got out of bed. “what the hell do you even want?!” you’re growing frustrated. why is this killer talking to you like you both are friends. “i missed hearing your voice beautiful. it’s not often i come across a girl as pretty as you. it makes me wanna hurt you even more”

you turned your face up in disgust. is this fucker really flirting with you right now. “are you fucking serious-“ “i’d also be careful about sam and all..i heard that serial killer stuff..runs in the family. who knows, maybe one day she’ll snap and kill you all.” the voice chuckles.

sam? never sam, she doesn’t want to be like her father. “sam would never-“ “don’t bank on it.” then the line went dead.

this went on for days. the same person calling, taunting you, feeding you information that seemed believable after a while.

maybe sam really was setting you up. maybe she really did want to kill you.

you found yourself finding comfort in a killer. even waiting and anticipating their calls.

you didn’t know if what you were feeling was right or utterly wrong. so you brought it up to ethan.

the boy was laying on your chest, as he always did when he came over to your dorm. you ran a hand through his hair as you spoke. “ethan can i trust you with something?”

the boy looked up at you and hummed in response. “is it bad that i’m attracted to a killer?” you expected the boy to have a greater reaction than the shrug he gave you. “i mean if you’re into that sort of thing-“ “ethan stop i’m serious” you sat up, looking at him.

“i genuinely think sam is out to get all of us, you included” the boy just sighed and pulled you into his arms. his reactions were concerning you. how was he so calm?

you looked up to ethan and noticed the look he was giving you. it sent chills down your spine. he looked like he wanted to strangle you. you scanned his face quickly before snapping your fingers in front of his face, breaking him out of whatever look he was giving you. “ethan..you okay?” you asked, looking at him. the boy just looks down and nods.

“mindy it’s strange- the killer is here he just hasn’t done anything-“ “woah woah woah run that back- you’ve been talking to the killer, the one who tried to murder ALL of us last year, he hasn’t attacked you- and you’ve grown fond of him? (y/n) what the hell” mindy crossed her arms, a disappointed look across her face. “i don’t know if it’s a him or her- mindy i don’t know okay! and ethan was acting really strange when i told him about it..”

mindy scrunched her face up as she looked at you. “ethan..he’s at the top of my list! i’ve always suspected he was the killer!”

“woah woah woah mindy, it can’t be ethan! ethan’s too sweet for all of that- plus-“ “remember what i said? never trust the love interest”

later that night anika was murdered. she fell from the ladder that stretches from across your apartment to sam’s boyfriends danny’s apartment.

and she was right. never trust the love interest.

you stood beside tara, your mouth dropping in pure horror as ethan revealed himself as the second ghostface killer.

“ethan..” you breathed out, tears streaming down your cheeks.

ethan just gave you a look of fake sympathy before laughing. “god (y/n)! you made it so easy! for me” he pointed the knife in your direction. “a few phone calls, a bit of sweet talking and i had you wrapped around my finger! just like that!”

your swear your heart stopped. it was ethan this whole time. “no..no no no..” “yes..believe it pretty girl”

your world was spinning in two. the boy you were slowly falling in love with was a killer the whole time.

you didn’t have time to think before ethan charged at you with his knife, slicing a deep slash in your arm. you let out a loud scream as you quickly applied pressure to the wound, the thick metallic smell filling your nose. a smell you were familiar with.

you quickly ran away as ethan chased you down, somehow dodging his many attempts to stab you.

as you stood in front of him, near the brink of sobbing, blood coating your arm and hand, you asked; “why- i thought you liked me-“ “liked you?! no no no pretty girl. you got it all wrong..i never liked you..i liked the idea of you. guess you can say i played the part well. the sweet boy next door. the lover you can cry to? god you’re so pathetic” ethan just laughs.

you felt your heart breaking into two as he continued

“falling for a killer over the phone! who knew it would be so easy..gaining your trust so easy..making you doubt sam- it’s perfect” ethan lunged at you, tackling you down to the floor, easily taking you down and raising his knife above your heart. “it’s a shame i gotta kill you, because you’re so pretty” ethan grinned, moving to lower the knife but stopping.

you watched as blood began to pool at his mouth, his body shaking like a leaf as he dropped the knife, his body falling over yours.

holy shit. ethan landry was dead.

you quickly pushed him off of you and scurried away, looking to see who was behind him.

it was sam, her fathers knife in her hand. you blinked at sam as she stalked towards you, knife still in her hand. maybe this really was the end. you were surprised to see her hand extended towards you, a small smile on her face.

okay so sam didn’t wanna kill you. fantastic.

you walked out with sam to meet tara. you looked to the side to see detective bailey, dead. that was new.

you cringed at the sight before sitting down next to them, your body aching.

“so it was ethan the whole time huh?” tara turned to you. you just nodded and leaned back. “yeah..he sure knew how to sweet talk a girl.”

the three of you just laughed, pushing yourselves up and leaving the theater, the light from outside was almost blinding.

your brain flashed back to that night in the apartment. it was ethan the whole time. he murdered anika, and tried to kill you too. sick bastard shook her to her death. why kick a girl when she’s already down? the image of her bloody body hitting the cold, hard ground still engraved in your mind.

you just squinted as you let out a sad sigh. never would you have guessed it was ethan behind this. never in a million years. but once again luck was on your side.

you made it out alive.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry scream #ethan landry scream vi #scream vi #scream x reader #scream #jack champion #jack champion x reader #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n

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appocalipse · 2 years

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Oh yay! Im glad u r. Could u write a blurb with steve and reader where they are secretly dating and the gang doesnt know and maybe reader says some secret about steve to the gang and steve hears and says "oh you wanna start telling secrets?" and begins to say about their relationship but she covers his mouth and pulls him away. Something of that sort. Only if ur interested.

if i'm interested? babe i'm foaming at the mouth with this request ♥

"He doesn't seem superstitious."

“Steve, not superstitious?” you laugh at Lucas' assumption, knowing very well it's not true. "Yes, he is. He has a pair of sneakers that he calls his lucky sneakers, for God's sake.”

“Really?” Dustin asks, probably surprised to find out something new about Steve at this point. “Why would he think that sneakers give him luck?”

“Well…” You dip your foot into the water absently, sitting by Steve's pool and deeply enjoying the summer sun. The kids are staring at you with puzzled expressions. “He was wearing them when he got the job at Scoops Ahoy and at Family Video, and now he thinks they're really-”

You stop talking because someone has just come to a stop right behind you, shielding your body from the sun. Someone with a wonderful scent that you find terribly familiar, something fresh and citrusy mixed with the signature scent of sunscreen you'd all shared earlier.

You lift your chin and look up at Steve with an expression that probably looks guilty. He's got his head angled down to look at you too, quite calm.

“Ohh, you wanna start telling secrets?” he says slyly, an evil grin slowly taking over his handsome features. “I also wore my lucky sneakers when I asked if you wanted to-”

You get up so fast it's a miracle you don't trip and fall right there, but you're so focused on getting Steve to stop talking that you don't even think about what you're doing. You do the first and most effective thing that comes to your mind: cover his mouth with your hand.

You can feel his lips forming a smile against your palm almost instantly. Was he really going to tell them that you two are secretly dating?

You don't have to look to know; Max must be raising an eyebrow right now. Dustin is sure to have a lot of questions he's dying to ask. Kind of panicking, you start pulling Steve by the arm towards the house before anyone can say anything.

“Ow, ow,” he complains, stumbling along the path but allowing you to drag him without any resistance. "What's it?"

You close the door behind the two of you and see he has a big smile on his face. "What's it? Steve! You were going to tell them that the two of us...that the two of us-”

“-that the two of us...?” he encourages, apparently having lots of fun.

You slap his arm lightly.

“Steve!”

He takes your waist into his hands and pulls you closer than you should probably let him, touching the tip of his nose to your cheek affectionately. “You're the one who started it.”

“I thought it was supposed to be a secret.”

"You wanted it to be a secret."

“You agreed,” you remind him.

"Because I wanted to be with you anyway."

Your palm is warm on his chest when you gently push him a little to stare at his face. "You don't mind if people find out?"

You stare at each other for a few seconds before he's moving closer again, lips seeking yours but finding only the corner of your mouth when you turn away, giggling but still worried about the high probability of some of the kids coming in here out of nowhere and finding you two.

“I only care about you,” he murmurs, angling his head so he can kiss your neck. You sigh, your skin heating up under his attention.

Trying to think clearly, you take a step back and swallow hard. Steve places a firm hand on your back and pulls you flush against him, even closer than you were before. The side of your nose touches his and you blink.

“Steve,” you sigh.

He leans in and presses his lips down on yours for barely a second. “I want to kiss you in public,” he murmurs.

"Steve."

Another kiss.

“I want to walk hand in hand with you.”

He kisses you again, this time longer and sloppier. You're pretty close to melting, you're sure.

“Steve,” you say again, weakly. Your throat is getting dry, your heart performing all kinds of jumps inside your chest.

“Fuck, I want to show you off,” he smiles and you laugh, putting your hands around his neck and lifting your chin, hoping he notices you're expecting a proper kiss and gives it to you.

He notices, of course. But Steve only gets close enough so the two of you are breathing the same air, lips barely touching. “But if you don't feel comfortable telling people yet, that's fine too. I can-"

“Okay,” you cut him off.

"Okay?"

You kiss the tip of his nose lightly.

"Let's tell them," you say, grinning like a kid in a candy shop. "Let's tell them now."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things drabble #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington blurb

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hoverboards-and-dragons · 4 months

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How does God and Lucifer’s siblings view the sins? Are his siblings jealous they have been replaced or are some of them glad that Lucifer has found others who he can be a family with?

Also, do Asmodeus and Lucifer ever indulge in bird like behavior together?

God is very pleased Lucifer has them, He intended for it and a lot of the needless cruelty of the fall was to ensure Lucifer was found, endeared and open(desperate enough) to accept the help of the demons princes.

A full power emotionally destabilized Archangel wasn't going to be quick to make friends in hell. And Yes, I am very much looking forward to unpacking God's 'Ends justify the Means' mentality and 'Father knows best' approach to making decisions that affect other people without their say.

He likes them if only cause He's less guilty for losing Lucifer's original family if he ends up with another one.

However they as individuals are very foreign, while nothing is like Him, He has an understanding of creatures that strive for His perfection. He does not know what to do with those that have no interest in His order. Especially those created outside His will.

He skittish around Fat Nuggets as He is the Sins its very amusing

He's immune to Fear of Unknown by nature of being All knowing, they aren't Other to Him - He's perfectly aware they are complex people with depth and value. Which has unlocked some other, far stranger emotional response that like a morbid intrigue.

The sins and archangels' dynamics do have some posts here and here but im always up for an excuse for a proper mindset deep dive!

Because of implicit and explicit bias his brothers think of hellborn demons as lesser, Heaven is just like that, not necessarily bad just insignificant in the wake of God's Will and Order.

They see them as pets Luci is using to fill the void they left behind, the best he can do, while they're not necessarily upset at the situation by itself...

They are absolutely affronted at Lucifer being closer and more comfortable with the sins than he is or really ever was with them.

All he does is complain about the sins and how he has to manage them! (context) They were under the impression he barely tolerated them what do you mean he finds the demons' company preferable and there's a undercurrent of unbreakable trust and unconditional love in all that taunting and banter.

His siblings aren't jealous of being replaced however they are extremely jealous of being superseded.

They also... see the sins as bringing out Lucifer's 'worst traits', (mainly, Pride) because Christianity Heaven runs on shame and repression so nothing's more terrifying to them than someone being unapologetic in themselves

It's like, the worst parts of Catholic guilt and Protestant evangelical beliefs mixed together.

He has to miserable in hell in every way because if he was even the least bit happy away from the church Heaven that would have to mean something was wrong with him... or it. They don't want to see their brother like that but they're unwilling to compromise their worldview either, for who are they without God? Who is God if He's wrong?

Lucifer is cringe(and damned) but he is free etc etc

I'm so glad that near decade I spent studying Christian dogma and culture is coming in useful, there's so much texture and potential in this family dynamic

Yes, YES!!! I have waited my whole life for someone to ask about this, Bird solidarity!! Asmodeus unfortunately doesn't have a beak (it's different from claws or fingers and not even other angels can replicate it, fuck he misses his Dad) but still mutual preenings!! Billing!! Nestling!! Headbutting!! Wing tucking!! Someone who gets it!

I think Lucifer feels way more fondness for the Ars Goetia than he has any right to just cause a lot of them are birds.

Yeah they're pompous arrogant pricks but, those are endearing quirks to him if it's birds (okay he sees these as basically pets)

Paimon is still around despite his everything because he has a beak and is one of the few Goetia to truly prioritize ass kissing over dignity or prestige and will groom him without acting like it's weird.

#I have so many thoughts i dont even know until someone asks #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hellaverse #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel god #helluva boss #helluva boss asmodeus #hazbin hotel archangels #@vrtlkm #vrtlkm

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madlittlecriminal · 9 months

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I do not know if you still accept requests, but I would like a fanfic about Peter B with glasses so badly, please, he could be like a nerd or something 🤭

(It would be awesome If It could be NSFW with Fem Reader, and praise kink or just cute, soft sex, please)

Anyways, thanks for reading☺️

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Behind Closed Dorms ↬ Nerd!Peter B. Parker × Kind!Popular!Fem!Reader [a.u]

i wanted to do something different because i read a lot of fics that had to do with reader being the mean popular girl. nothing against them since i do indulge in reading them sometimes, but i wanted a different fic, especially since the request asked for soft sex & praise.

Warnings: smut, praise, soft sex/love making, they are both in college, he's a bit possessive so sue me, mention of cockwarming, the glasses stay on, protected p in v.

im just putting a disclaimer here. i do wear glasses, but for the sake of glasses not being universal as either some people don't wear them or they use contacts, so to my fellow glasses wearers, I apologize.

happy new year!

If Peter was being honest, he hated parties, but he only came to this one because it was your friend's birthday and you asked him to come with you. He didn't mind it, but now he was curious as to why you kept his hand on your waist. "You okay?" He whispered in your ear, earning a nod. Did he believe it? No. You were never this needy if he was being honest, but he let it go. However, when he looked up, he saw your ex and quickly put the pieces together.

Just because he was a nerd, didn't mean he was shy. He adjusted his glasses before pulling you on his lap and wrapping both arm around your waist. You let out a soft gasp before turning your head and he chuckled before placing a kiss on your shoulder.

"Just because he's here, doesn't mean I'll shy away from showing him how happy you are." He whispers against your shoulder, causing you to smile and peck his temple. He smiled back at you.

"I hope I'm not hurting you."

He gave you a playful glare. "You've sat on my face before, and I didn't complain. I'm still not complaining. You. Are not. Heavy. Got it?"

You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words before nodding. "Got it."

The party dragged on with you talking to a few of the cheerleaders, the study group you're in and to a few jocks. Neither you nor Peter cared, but now Peter was regretting putting you on his lap. The skirt you were wearing was flowy and he hated that he was now thinking of you cockwarming him. He shook his head and cleared his throat. You turned around and raised a brow.

"Everything okay?" Peter looks up at you and you saw the brown in his eyes grow darker and his pupils dilate. You quickly got up and took his hand before rushing out of the frat house that your friend's party was held at.

"Wait, angel, where are we going?"

"Your dorm or mine?"

Peter's face flushed red before smirking. "Mine. My roommate is visiting family for the weekend."

You both headed to his dorm before you pulled him into a kiss. He rested his hands on your hips and kissed you back. The kiss wasn't aggressive nor was it filled with hunger, but rather, it was soft and sensual. He led you to his bed, letting you fall back without breaking the kiss and his hands staying on your hips. "I love you, you know that?" He whispered against your lips.

"I love you too," you whisper back, your hands tugging on the hem his graphic t-shirt as his hands trailed under your blouse.

"Wanna take off my shirt, baby?" He asked softly and you nodded. He pecked your lips once more before you took off his shirt, but being careful not to let his glasses fly off his face.

It happened before when you both were desperate. It didn't ruin the moment, but you both took notes to not be too aggressive with clothing removal after that.

He took off your blouse afterward before letting his lips trail down from your neck to your shoulders. "So beautiful. So perfect and I'm so glad you're mine." You felt your cheeks warm up at his words before running your fingers down his back.

"And I'm glad you're mine." Your lips met his once again as he reached behind you and removed your bra with ease. His lips went down to your breasts before kissing each of them softly. His hands go down your sides before his hands reach the waistband of your skirt. He pulls it down with ease before going down and kissing your clothed cunt. You bite your bottom lip as you moan softly, your fingers quickly tangling into his hair.

He chuckles before taking your panties off. He then trails kisses from your belly button up until he reaches your neck. Your hands go down to the button of his jeans before undoing it and pulling them down along with his boxers. He reaches over to his bedside table before pulling out the foil packet you were too familiar with and opening it. He slid it on his cock before planting a kiss on your lips. Peter slowly entered you, making you moan.

His thrusts were slow, but they still made you feel good. If you were being honest, it was most likely because it was Peter and sex with him, no matter the form, was always good, if anything, the best you've ever had. "Pete," you moan softly as you wrap your arms around his neck before your lips met his. The kiss was slow, sensual and filled with love. Peter didn't stop his thrusts, continuing the slow and passionate pace. He broke the kiss briefly, his glasses slightly smudged and fogged up, but he didn't care.

"You're so beautiful, my love." He whispered almost breathlessly against your lips. You ran your fingers through his hair and bit your bottom lip. "You always feel so good. I'll never get tired of you and this pussy of yours." You felt your cheeks warm up at his words before you wrap your legs around his hips with a moan.

Peter groans and takes one of your hands before interlocking his fingers with yours. You squeeze his hand softly and he smiles softly, but his hips never faulter from their slow and sensual pace. "You look so pretty like this, my love."

"Do I?"

"You do. So pretty. All mine."

You nodded with a moan. "All yours, Peter." His lips met yours once again while his free hand trails down to your clit. Another moan you let out was swallowed by his kiss as his finger began circling around your clit with the same pace as his thrusts. Your legs tightened around him, his cock going deeper inside you as his finger never left your clit. You broke the kiss and threw your head back at you felt how deep he was now. "Oh my god, Peter!" You moan out as his lips connected to your neck.

"I'm right here, baby. Don't worry." His words brushed against your neck causing your eyes to roll back and cum. Shortly after, Peter finished into the condom. He rested his forehead against yours as you both caught your breaths. When his eyes met yours, you both couldn't help but let out a breathy chuckle. "You did so well, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

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Stitching Him Up.

Hiya!! This is my first fic so bare with me- Also it's really short so sorry about that! when i was writing it i was expecting it to be longer than it was- Anyway I don't really know what else to say so...Enjoy!

P.S: Remember you can give requests whenever you want, im sure i will get round to them!

Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are sitting in the academy with a nice book when five walks in obviously hurt, you help him get cleaned up and he confesses to you after thanking you for helping him

Warnings: blood, needles, injury, my writing

You were sitting in the living room of the academy, quietly reading a book when Five stumbled in, clutching his side. “Are you okay?” you asked, looking up at him with a concerned stare, squinting your eyes a little when he waved you off, hobbling over to you.

“I’m fine, what were you reading?” he asked. You knew there was something wrong, but you told yourself to leave it. If Five didn’t want you to know, then you weren’t going to pry, if he needed help he would come to you, you thought.

You looked at him wearily but answered his question none the less. “oh! its just this book ben was talking to me about, he said I would like it and let me borrow it! How nice is that?” you smile, holding out the book to Five.

Five took the book out of your hands, taking a look at both covers and flicking through the first few pages, nodding along to what you were saying. “Hm, that is nice of him.”, he said, thinking to himself and wincing as he sat down on the sofa opposite you clutching his side.

“Okay, are you hurt or something? I can tell there’s something wrong!”

“I’ll live, it’s fine.” he grunted, but you could see the pain etched on his face. You got up off the sofa and moved to his before you gently lifted up his shirt to see what was wrong. A nasty cut ran across his side, and you could tell it was deep. “I need to stitch this up,” you said, looking at it while softly running your fingers across his skin, getting a hiss from Five. “Sorry! Sorry, one sec’ I’ll get the first aid kit.” you said, standing up and walking into the kitchen to get the kit from under the sink.

When you get back to the sitting room, you find five with his head back against the sofa, clearly in pain. You wished he would tell you when he was hurt, but you knew he never would. It would hurt his ego. “you ready? This might hurt a little.” you, told him, with the reply of a nod yes.

You set to work, carefully cleaning and sterilizing the wound before threading a needle. Five hissed in pain as you started to stitch, but he didn’t complain. You worked quickly and efficiently, making sure to close the wound tight. “There,” you said, tying off the last knot. “All done.”

“Thanks,” Five said, breathing a little easier now that the wound was closed. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

You smiled at him, feeling a little warmth in your chest. Despite his gruff exterior, Five had a vulnerable side that only a select few were allowed to see. You were grateful to be one of those people. “Anytime,” you said, packing up the first aid kit. “Just don’t make a habit of getting hurt, okay?”

Five chuckled, wincing a little at the pain. “I’ll try not to,” he said, leaning back on the couch. “But you know how it is.”

You nodded, knowing all too well the dangers of their world. You had stopped the apocalypse three times now, and you were relieved to have a bit of a break for a while. But with each passing day, you were glad to have the Hargreeves by your side. And you were especially grateful for Five. He could be a dick sometimes, but he would always look out for you and his family.

“So, what happened? Not another apocalypse, I hope.” You joked before shaking your head and muttering “sorry, that wasn’t funny.” Five looked over at you as you packed away the first aid equipment. “I ran into a few men from the commission. Guess they had a sort of problem with me. Anyway, one of them had a knife i didn’t know about and cut me. I got them back for it though.” Five stated, sounding pretty proud of himself despite getting hurt in the process.

“Just..be carful, okay? I don’t know what I- we would do if something happened to you” you told him quickly correcting yourself hoping he wasn’t listening and didn’t catch it but oh of course he did, he always listened when you talked, it was like your the only person in the world and he just had to listen to you.

“i will.” he said. He seemed to be thinking of something before he finally spoke up. “I really care about you, you know. More than most people and I know it’s not just because of how much we’ve been through together, though that does help.” Five nodded along with himself almost like he was agreeing to what he was saying.

You look up at him, feeling yourself freeze as his eyes meet yours, feeling your heart start to race. Was he really saying what you think he was saying? What you had been wanting him to say for years now?

He took a deep breath, his hand reaching out to touch yours. “Well, what I’m trying to say is that I love you. That I’ve loved you for a long time, ever since we got partnered up together in the commission, but I was too afraid to tell you. And I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.”

You didn’t know what to say. You had always suspected that there was something more between you two, but to hear him say it out loud was almost too much to handle. “I love you too, Five,” you said, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

He smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his face. “Good,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. It was a soft, gentle kiss, full of all the love and tenderness that had been building between you two for so long.

As you broke apart, you knew that this was just the beginning. There would be more missions, more battles to fight, but you were ready for them all as long as you had Five by your side. Together, you were unstoppable. You always had been.

#five x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves fluff #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves angst

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rainthespiritual · 1 year

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Omg for your pre-death Tate fanfic maybe you could do them as friends at childhood and they slowly drift apart and y/n sorta forgets about Tate but he thinks about her everyday and then she catches him doing cocaine or cutting himself in the school bathroom and y/n realises Tate needs support so she be's that for him and stuff

pt 1 , pt 2

PRE-DEATH TATE LANGDON FIC

Okay im kind of really proud of this fic ITS SO GOOD (or maybe I'm just delusional... anywaysss.)

btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse , depression , suicide , and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty

TRIGGER WARNINGS : tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be and thats all... for now.

Summery: Y/n stumbles into the bathroom only to find old childhood friend Tate...

also sorry if formatting is shit I'm using my phone fml

You walk with your friends down the hall you've seen again and again, tuning them out almost completely like usual. They talk a lot of shit about people you don’t even know. And while gossip can be fun, they are just over the top with it. Every day, it seems they’ve found another thing to complain about.

"___ are you even listening? This is way serious!" you look towards them bags under your eyes they didn't even notice, they never ask or worry about you but expect all of that from you. It was extremely draining, and you often wondered why you still hung around them. But the fear of being alone was stronger than the need to be treated better. You didn’t have anyone else.

"oh no sorry, I was thinking about the project I have to do for Mrs.Ross. Hey, you guys go ahead of me I gotta head to the powder room real quick.." they try talking to you more but you manage to peel yourself away from them as fast as you can, basically sprinting to the bathroom.

You fall sitting on the floor releasing a sigh, glad you could now get a moment of peace and silence.

"___?" your eyes dart open hearing a familiar voice.. a familiar male voice.. in the girl's bathroom?

"Tate? what- what are you doing in here?" you look at him, slightly shocked. You hadn’t spoken to him in what seemed like forever. But truthfully, it had only been a couple of years, well maybe more than that, but long enough for him to have grown. He looks less like a boy, and more like a man now.

"I mean, I should probably be asking you that.. this is the boys' bathroom." He smiles slightly and you notice he's sitting on the counter where the sinks are.

"oh, I- I must have come in the wrong one. I'm sorry.." you look at him again, noticing how much older he looks than when you last saw him. Well, you saw him in the halls and even smiled or waved at him slightly, but you never really talked to him.

"ahh, it's fine. No one else is here just me. I think everyone's in class or at least getting there. The bells are about to ring." he smiles again wiping his nose slightly sniffling it, and you wonder why. ‘Maybe it's allergies’ you think.

"What are you doing up there?" You ask, signaling to the way he's sitting.

"Well, this bathroom is the least used so no one comes in usually.." mumbling a bit he avoids the question, now nervously playing with his fingers.

"I didn't know that, that doesn't answer my question tho. why sit up here?" you stand going to where he is climbing up to sit next to him.

"well just normal stuff I guess." he looks at you slightly thinking a bit before pulling a pack of cigarettes out making you gulp slightly. The only cigarettes you had encountered had been your father's. You tried smoking one when you were 13 but you immediately regretted it vowing to never smoke one again.

"you want one?" he asks smirking slightly at you.

"Oh- no thanks I don't smoke." he laughs slightly putting one in his mouth and lighting it.

"didn't think so." he inhales and puffs the smoke out and you wonder how he can do that without feeling completely ill.

"what does that even mean, I didn't think you smoked but you do so...." you fumble with your fingers slightly nervous around the now much older boy. The last time you talked to him he had to be 11. Maybe 12. It had been years, and you wondered why, why didn't we talk why did we stop being friends..

"well you look innocent, and like you've never touched anything ever." he laughs slightly, "could be wrong though." he continues smoking the cigarette, shaking the ashes from it into the sink. you assume so they can wash down.

"Well I've smoked once, I just absolutely hated it. mostly did it to spite my dad I guess" you admit, slightly watching him.

"How old were you? you always did hate that fucker. I remember us hiding his beers and shit so he wouldn't be able to find them, he'd get so mad." He states you both laugh slightly.

"I was thirteen? Maybe fourteen. somewhere around there. and I don't hate him, he's just overly annoying all the time."

he laughs slightly thinking the way you feel about the whole thing is cute.

His eyes look you over multiple times, he is clearly taking you in. He had seen you around since the last time you talked but not this full on. Only from afar, never up close. He enjoyed seeing the way you grew into the body he once knew, the face he knew. You looked so much older now it kind of made him sad, seeing how much time had gone by. It really made him think. He wished he had talked to you or atleast tried too, but seeing you with your new friends made him nervous. He never was one to fit in with the popular crowd so he avoided you. And now he deeply regrets it realizing how stupid he was.

"Well. If I'm remembering correctly you kind of did hate him. He was an asshole to you, don't know if that's still true but.. it's what I remember so." you sigh knowing he's partially correct.

"So you're just in here to smoke? or what. I mean you could do that after school or whatever." You ask slightly to change the subject but also because you just are genuinely curious.

"Well.." he starts but stops to think looking away fumbling with his pocket slightly and you can tell there's something inside. It seems to be a little tin but you can't be sure. "I just wanted to be alone I guess , away from the chaos that is a highschool hallway." he finishes putting his cigarette out and back in the box, you assume to finish later as you've learned from your dad. You both sit in silence for a bit and you realize how weird it is that you came to the same bathroom for the same reason, but there's also a slight comfort in the thought. Knowing you weren't the only one sick of all the noise was comforting because that meant you weren't that weird. Or at least you weren't the only weird one. Either way it made you feel a little better, and it made you wonder more and more why you let this sweet sarcastic boy go.

"That's why I came in here too, I just was.. Over it I guess. Done with being around other people.." you look away slightly avoiding his gaze, him staring at you so intensly made you nervous. Without hesitation he asks you something you don't expect.

"Do you like to be around me?" It's such a bold and forward question that you don't really expect from him. His tone is serious and you realise how much closer he is now, his eyes look into yours and you stare back. The silence says more to both of you than words ever could and it feels like forever almost, when in reality it was only like 30 seconds.

"I do yeah, I feel like you actually know me." He smiles at your words looking away for a moment taking it all in. His eyes meet yours again and he leans in closer. His eyes go to your lips and back to your eyes a couple times, and your eyes do the same.

"Excuse me is anyone in here?" Both your eyes widen slightly hearing a teacher opening the door slightly. Tate jumps off the sink now looking at the door then at you. He signals for you to hide in one of the toilet stalls, which you immediately do. You sit up on the toilet so your feet aren't seen through the slit at the bottom and you hear him start the sink. You think, 'probably to wash down the ashes'.

The teacher walks, his voice loud.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class Mister Langdon?" You cover your mouth trying to conceal your breathing, and you hope it works.

"I mean yeah but.. Y'know.." You can't see him but you assume he gestures towards the bathroom, and the teacher let's out a loud sigh.

"Uh huh, and any idea why the bathroom smells like smoke?" the teacher talks in a angry tone and you feel bad hoping he doesn't get into trouble.

"No idea sir, it smelled like that when I got here." The teacher sighs again almost like he doesn't believe him.

"Okay well come with me, I'll make sure you get to class on-time." you hear them walk out, and the door shut.

Still slightly frozen you stay for a moment but tense up when the door opens again.

"Meet me here again tommorow, same time." you take a sigh of relief realizing it's just Tate again. With that he walks out again saying something about how he got what he left in the bathroom.

You sigh in relief again kind of asking yourself what the hell just happened. It was weird seeing how affected you were from it all day. It was all you could think about in class, and at lunch. Even at home when you were laying in bed alone, it was weird seeing how one boy you knew so long ago could effect you now. You kind of enjoyed the feeling. The anticipation. You were excited to see him the next day, and you wondered what would happen.

'I guess I'll just have to find out tomorrow..' you thought to yourself. I guess you just will.

#ahs #evan peters #ahs murder house #tate langdon fanfic #american horror story #i am cringe but i am free #Pre death tate langdon #i forgot to tag my post so i had to edit it whoops #tate langdon being an angsty king #tate is a baddie tbh #hope yall enjoy lmao #tate langdon series #tate langdon except hes not as big of a psycho as he is in ahs.. i promise #i edited it again but added a gif 😭😭😭#tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon x you

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A movie night and a bad, worse, not-so-bad night

– aaron hotchner x coworker!female reader

summary | a different version of the ending scene in criminal minds 7x02 that ends in a confession

warnings | some self-deprecating thoughts because it’s Hotch, aside from that none i think, fluff attack

word count | 5600

a/n | hi, this is my first fic and this is just also me trying to give hotch a happy ending. im glad to be sharing this (finally), so if you have any comments, tips, or reactions for me, that would be greatly appreciated!

Working in the BAU has its ups and downs. There’s never a way to predict what will come next. Something will always catch you by surprise whenever you think that maybe you’ve seen it all. Not that you’re complaining, you love this job and the additional family you have now. But with the cases you wish aren’t true, you made it a task to find a way to pull yourself up when it gets too deep. Something that will remind you that everything will be okay; you’ve done well. Even though there are millions of other ways an easy or a rough case could’ve gone, something to be thankful for is that you and the team are safe in your homes; you still would be able to make a difference tomorrow.

However, after a few cases, you find it challenging to find something that will always cheer you up. Shopping only works if you need something. Going out isn’t an option since you only want to go to clubs when the team decides to celebrate. So then, it started to get on your nerves when you couldn’t find anything permanent. So after racking your brain and searching on google for “relaxing ways to treat yourself,” you realize that doing what you already like is the easiest way to relax. And what better way it is to treat yourself than getting in your comfiest sleepwear with food while watching? None, right? It gives you a sense of normalcy and comfort that things will be better, no matter how hopeless your situation is, and that is precisely why this specific routine is essential for you. Or what the team calls your after-a-case-special-treat. It’s just your thing.

Through your routine, you have also realized that having one thing constant in your life helps you be grounded and away from going crazy. It’s nothing excessive anyway; a simple meal you’ve been craving or a take-out food you’ve been eyeing matched with a movie you’ve heard from Pen is how most of it goes. But sometimes, when there’s a case that plays with your head, you take an extra step by searching for new restaurants near your area or finding new recipes you can recreate to even discussing with Pen the food and movie pairing that you have in your mind to ask for her opinion. So it’s good to say that you look forward to it after every case; it gives you a way to compartmentalize till you’re ready to face the more serious aspect of life.

Drinking all the coffee left in your cup, you start to fix your things when you hear footsteps that emit sunshine all over the floor.

“How is my favorite profiler?” Penelope asked in a sing-song voice while sitting in front of your desk and taking your notebook filled with notes about your after-a-case-special-treat.

“Hey, hey, baby girl, I thought I was your favorite profiler.” Derek intruded, or as Pen calls him, his chocolate thunder intruded.

“You know you are,” Pen answered with that flirty voice that made you remember that time she almost got herself in trouble when Strauss was on the receiving end of a phone call. Smiling at the memory your mind played, you continued to fix your things to go home while letting the two continue their banter. Doing a mental checklist in your head, you looked around and noticed that the air isn’t suffocating or solemn, and no one seems stressed, which is good. Although you wouldn’t describe the case as easy as there was some trouble with the local police, nothing new, but thankfully, no one got hurt during the entire period, and the unsub was caught earlier than the team expected. Finishing the case yesterday night and opting to stay and just fly early as everyone had their own room this time.

After grabbing your notebook that Pen was looking at until Derek distracted her, you looked up. You saw that even Emily is arranging her things, looking excited to go home to Sergio and Rossi walking into Hotch’s room, probably to bother him. At the same time, Pen and Derek still continue their banter- Spencer, of course, already left hours ago, being the first to finish his reports.

“Wait! Where are you going? The Oracle of Quantico is not finished with you yet.” Pen shouted at you, crossing her arms in front of her while Derek stared at you with a playful expression before speaking, “Yes, you insensitive subject, how could you dare go when my Goddess is not done with you yet?”

Squinting your eyes at Derek and scoffing at him, you turn to Pen to do a curtsy, “I apologize for my mistake. I thought I was interfering and decided to remove myself.” Unknowingly, Emily stopped to look at the childishness the three of you were displaying while Hotch, Rossi, and JJ, who all stepped out of their office, looked with amusement at the play you guys were showcasing.

“Hand me over that notebook. I shall look to see if your film and comestible pairs well and if it satisfies me so I would not be disappointed if I ever decide to crash your night later.” Pen asserted while taking your notebook out of your bag.

“I’d be happy if you ever decide to join me. However, I must inform you that I do not plan on having my usual occasion tonight as I have planned to clean my home and do it tomorrow.” You answered while doing yet another curtsy that brought a smile to your other team members, that are now invested in whatever the hell you three are doing.

Taking advantage of the still early Friday night, you decided to move your routine tomorrow so you could pretend to be a college student relaxing on a Saturday night as you pick another movie in the list that Pen and you made whenever you have free time or when she sees an exciting trailer.

“Well, you have another room for one?” Derek asked, looking at the Pen and you, asking for your permission.

“Ohh! Ohhh! A movie night with moi chocolate six-pack. I love it! We have room for another one, right right?” Pen looked at you intently while trying her best at puppy eyes- which is working. Debating whether to say yes since you considered you will be doing a general cleaning today, so technically it would be presentable tomorrow for other people.

“I promise I won’t steal anything.” Morgan playfully told you while raising his eyebrows which you returned with another glare. But looking at Pen with hopeful eyes, guess you’re gonna invite-

“How about I host movie night tomorrow?” Rossi asked, well, more like announced, gathering the attention of the three of you and Emily, who was now sitting at her table.

“Now that’s more I like it, movie night with the team and at a mansion? Count. Me. In.” Garcia answered in a heartbeat while returning your notebook to your bag and running to her cave. “But still dibs on picking the movie!”

Looking around to see some cars and silhouettes inside the house meant that the other members were already inside. You expected that anyway as you chose to walk. It felt like your plans of relaxing at home were replaced by a better one, like an economy seat getting upgraded to a suite one as you walk near the door of Rossi’s mansion. Pressing the doorbell and taking one final deep breath as you smile to yourself, excited about where the night would take you, a miscalculation that you did not look forward to has entered your mind as you see your Unit Chief opening the door wearing casual clothes and homely and just so— handsome. Oh, dear. Imagine coming home to that every day.

“Hey, the others are all in the kitchen. Rossi is teaching everyone the right way to make pasta.” He said. While smiling. And looking at you. Why would he do that? Why would he smile and look you in the eye and be handsome?

“Hey, you okay?” No. I am not okay.

“Yeah, didn’t think I was gonna be late for a Rossi special class.” Yeah, that was smooth. Good thing your hearing is still intact while admiring him. Good job, self. You can do this. Just enjoy the night. How hard can this be?

The answer is: it’s extremely hard. Not even ten minutes have passed, and your thoughts are already focused on your boss only as you find yourself seated beside him while trying to entice yourself into Rossi’s cooking. But it’s also hard when Pen is looking at you from the other side of the table, trying to send you a message using her eyebrows. Does she know about your tiny massive crush on your boss? What exactly is she trying to do by wriggling her eyebrows at you and looking at Aaron as if the man isn’t beside you? And why are you calling him Aaron?

“And that’s how you make yourself a great pasta. Here, have a taste.” Oh. Rossi is already done with his lesson, and you understood nothing spiraling about your boss. Oh no. You are in deep trouble, you like like Hotch, as in truly like him, you see him as a man you could date, and he’s not just a boss to you, he’s-

“Hey, are you sure you’re alright?” Hotch whispers to you. He whispered to you, and you could feel him at your neck, and oh, that feels so-stop.

“Yeah, yeah, just feeling a bit tired. I kinda cleaned some stuff before coming here, so yeah.” Yeah, that’s a good excuse. Cleaning some stuff, ’cause you were cleaning stuff yesterday. Why did you say stuff? What kind of stuff is there to be cleaned? Oh, why did you say that? How is he so near? He has really nice eyes, sort of calming now that he’s up close to you and-

“If you two are done gazing at each other’s eyes, you can raise your glass now.” Forcing yourself back at the table, you now see the team looking at you and smiling suspiciously, and even Spencer eyeing you weirdly while Pen continues to wriggle her eyebrows at you, and oh no. Everyone knows your crush for Hotch, don’t they?

“To more successful case, to family, and even more.” This is gonna be a bad night.

Helping Rossi clean the plates with Emily seems a proving task to get your mind straight as they both eye you, waiting for you to talk. The only question is, would you take the bait? With all the embarrassing actions and stiffness you’ve exhibited today, you are 100% sure that they know your not-so-secretive secret. Hence, there’s no more reason for you to indulge them and embarrass yourself further. Nevertheless, not knowing when they’ve been suspicious of you is also bugging you, and this seems to be a perfect chance to ask them how foolish you’ve been looking while you think you were secretly admiring your boss all this time.

“Should I ask the question, or will you talk?” Emily looks at you expectantly with the glint of mischievousness not leaving her eyes.

“Or maybe we should just let her eye the boss more and pretend we don’t see it. We’ve been doing it for months anyway.” Rossi instigated while smiling.

“You know what, you’re right. Let’s just leave her be. She can do this on her own. Not very well, since we all know it, but she’s still doing it.”

Interrupting their banter you asked, “Is it safe to assume that everyone in the team knows I have a crush on, you know—him?” Even if Penelope is not a profiler, you think that she knows with the look she spared you earlier and all the eyebrow wriggling she did. But did Hotch know?

“Yes, the team knows. Stop spiraling in your head alone. It’s just the three of us here. Might as well voice everything out.” Okay. That’s great. Let’s just do that.

“Do you guys think if maybe, there’s a chance that you know, Hotch also knows?” Asking this might be stupid, but it’s not easy to not stare at him and just enjoy it. I mean, he’s very very pleasing in the eyes.

“Well, he’s a profiler and our boss, so I think it’s also safe to say that everyone does know.” Well duh. Of course, he knows. You probably did a lot of stupid stuff while ogling him, and he’s a great profiler, so yeah, he must know it.

“But then again, he’s also a man older than you with a son. We all know how Aaron’s mind runs. Even if he puts on a brave front, he’s still cautious and afraid of some things. Does he feel you staring at him every day? Sure, it’s not that hard to miss, you know. But would he conclude that you like him? Maybe. No. We don’t know. The only way to find that out is if someone truly asks him.” Yeah, Rossi has a point. Maybe you can nudge Pen to ask Hotch if he thinks you staring at him is bothersome, or just ask him about his opinion of you.

“And by someone, I mean you.”

“Ah- what? I just- I can’t just ask him if he knows that I like him that like you know that would be the same as confessing to him.”

“Mia cara, I know you think there’s no chance of being more with him. But you are incredible and bright, and that’s just some of the reasons why we love you.”

“But he’s Hotch. He’s more than incredible. He’s amazing and more than me in all aspects. He’s one of the best profilers, a supportive and loving father to Jack, a great, reliable friend, and just a— stopping yourself to find the word to describe him, you stare at him both before concluding —great man.”

Humming before chuckling, Emily intervened, “Well, that’s the kind of stuff you should be telling him, not us. As much as I enjoyed you two’s heart-to-heart talk, you should be saying those in front of him. I know it’s scary, and you have some doubts, but that’s how it is. But you should know that we’re not pushing you to failure.”

Eyeing her questioningly, you followed her as she put the remaining dishes on the drying rack. “What do you mean by that?”

“Hmmm? By what?” You could see Rossi smirking as you tried to pursue Emily.

“You said you’re not pushing me to failure.”

Looking back and straight at your eyes, “Look, it’s just that we sometimes notice things too. Even if we did say “no profiling” each other, just sometimes, you know, we can see that Hotch also looks at you.”

“Do you mean like he looks at me the way I look at him, or he looks at me like he thinks I like him, or is he just looking at me because I’m weirding him out or-”

“Okay, that’s enough cleaning for me, how about we go join the others now.”

“What, you can’t just drop that info on me and leave, you- Rossi?” Staring at the older man, asking for help or any clarification at the bomb that just dropped on you.

“No comment.”

“But you also said-”

“Hey guys, Em is already seated, so I came to pick you up! Come on, popcorn and movie are ready to go!” Penelope held your hand and dragged you to the seat next to her in the living room as she gave you another bowl of popcorn, smiling widely for your comfort. “Here are your share and your partner’s share. To divide the popcorn equally, Dr. Reid has weighed and advised us to pair so he can equally and easily divide the popcorn.”

“Partner? Where did you even get a scale to weigh the popcorn?”

“It’s better not to ask so we can start the movie now.” A new voice answered you from your right, making you shiver.

“Hotchy, where did you go?” Garcia asked as Hotch took the seat to your right, which is beside you, which is very close to you— again. Oh-like really close, you can actually feel him-oh no. Pen dragged you so you would sit beside her and beside Hotch.

“Just called Jack to say goodnight to him.” You can feel yourself shivering. Again. Why would Pen do that? Why is he your popcorn partner? Is Pen up to something? Is the team on it? Oh, but if you guys share popcorn, your hands would accidentally touch and-

“Hey, you okay? You’ve been spacing out. Are you sure you’re okay to continue? If you need to rest, I can drive you home.”

Why is he so caring and so close? Look at his eyes and- no, stop, answer him.

“Yeah, I’m awesome. Let’s watch!” I’m awesome? Who says that? How many times am I gonna embarrass myself in front of him? Wow, this night is just gonna go from bad to worst.

Pen picked a movie starring people and a dinosaur. There could be more you can describe in the film if you were actually watching it, but that only happens under normal circumstances. Now, however, you can only seem to focus on the man beside you. All of your senses seem to hyperfixate on him as you swallow your saliva for what appears to be the 12th time while thinking of a way how you can focus on the movie when the man you just admitted to two of your teammates that you like is sitting beside you. And it doesn’t help that every time he eats popcorn, he keeps offering it to you, and you stupidly keep accepting it. Maybe that’s the reason you keep swallowing? Water should fix that, right? It’s totally not because you can smell him so much that you keep fantasizing about him and swallowing your saliva; not at all. Just subtlety check for water and maybe catch your breath in the bathroom-

“I know I keep asking you this tonight, but I’m gonna ask it again, are you alright?” No. When you’re this close to me and looking at me with those eyes and that face is just- oh- his lips look great like great kissable.

“Just parched, ya know, with all the popcorn and stuff.” No, no, no, no. Stop saying stuff, please. What stuff are you even talking about?

“Okay, let me get you-” “Ahhhhh! He’s gonna eat him! That something saurus is gonna eat him!”

“Babygirl, calm down. He’s one of the main characters. I’m sure he’s not going to die this early.”

Looking at the screen and your teammates, you notice that everyone is engaged in the chase between a man and a dinosaur, while you’re the only one distracted and absorbed with Hotch. Shifting in your seat and examining the screen, you see a man running for his life, and you realize that it’s the most confusing moment of the day because you don’t know what the plot is about. So you stare at the man, try to root for him, and wish that he also doesn’t die because you don’t even know his character name yet. Sitting straighter and focusing on the film, you tell him to run faster in your mind, and when he doesn’t, you unconsciously clench your fists, irritated that the man seems to be running plainly without any plan. Forgetting the interaction and shame you felt earlier, you lose yourself in the movie’s events, annoyed at the continuous dumb decision the man keeps making.

“Oh! Come on! He should’ve tried to hide behind all that big stupid rocks!”

“Yeah-” voicing out your agreement with Pen, when suddenly another dinosaur joined the chase, you hold the first thing your hand came in contact with and tried to use it as a shield for your eyes when you felt cotton and immediately went to bury your face in it for comfort. But instead of being comforted, your forehead hurts now, and you find the cotton too sturdy- or rather hard?

“It’s gone. You can look now, sweetheart. But I really don’t mind if you wanna use me again as an eye shield.” Your cotton said. Wait- grabbing what seems to be a mounted- oh, that’s a chest. Your hard cotton is Hotch, and he’s staring at you— warmly?

“And suddenly he can kill a dinosaur?” Hearing Pen’s voice took you out of your daydreaming state. You hurriedly let go of Hotch or rather Hotch’s chest and find yourself swallowing nothing again and trying to fix your hair, hoping it would get rid of the mix of shame and fluttery you’re feeling right now.

Gazing at the tv with no thought, every event of what happened since you entered Rossi’s mansion seems to play in your head on repeat. You try to process everything that happened today and try to tie it with what Hotch just said to you. The events of this day seem to be overworking your brain as you can’t stop overthinking what Emily said. It doesn’t help that his last comment made your heart flutter and gave you a spur of confidence; maybe you could hint that you like him? Flirt with him a bit? Well, speaking realistically, it’s hard to do that to your boss, and oh, all the possibilities it could go wrong. Maybe it’s better to leave this matter be and ask for a girl’s night so you can plan better.

“I never knew you were interested in movie credits. Are you also planning on emailing the director some of your thoughts just like Garcia?”

“Credits?” Your eyes widened, and as you looked at the screen, you saw the names of people rolling.

“Yup, yeah, I think I have some thoughts for the next film.” Lies. You don’t even know what the movie really is about. Let’s just hope the no profiling rule doesn’t fail you now.

“Well, should we go now so you can start with your email?”

“Sure-wait, what about the others?” How could you only notice that now? The mess on the floor and couch are evident, but you can’t see o hear anyone. Even Rossi is nowhere to be seen. Did he go to his bed already? Oh no, they really planned something, didn’t they? The room seems to be void of people but you and Hotch only.

“Morgan offered to drive Garcia and JJ while Reid and Prentiss went out talking about a Russian film.” Hotch quipped.

“Oh, uhm, thanks for offering to drive me home.” You whispered, scared that your voice might betray you if you spoke any louder.

As he stood up, you heard your heartbeat getting louder. Standing up to follow him to his car like you’ve been entranced. He waited for you at Rossi’s door, holding it open and smiling at you as he did earlier. Smiling at him to say thanks, you notice his expression mirroring you, yet the feeling of warmness spreads inside your chest like wildfire. Does he also perhaps feel the same when you smile at him? Is there a chance that he feels something for you? Something different than the comfort a friend or a coworker brings.

“I know it’s just a 10-minute drive, so if you wanna go get anything, you can tell me. Jack is at Jess tonight, and I’ll be seeing them both tomorrow for Jack’s soccer game.” Nodding slowly, you try to think of a place you wanna go. But you don’t even like going out unless it’s necessary. Why would he even ask that of you? You try to fight the urge to ask him as you get seated in the passenger seat. But what if he’s the one who wants to go somewhere, and he’s deflecting the question to you? Maybe he wanna spend more time with you?

“If you wanna pick a song, feel free to do so. But the choices might be limited to mine and Jack’s preference, so just don’t put them on shuffle.” He tells you as the car goes out of Rossi’s driveway. Driving to your home, he seems more relaxed while you get frustrated. Why are your thoughts suddenly getting bolder than the previous one? Why didn’t Em nor Pen tell you about how obvious you were? What does Hotch think of you? If he knows, why isn’t he saying anything? Does he think less of you? How could he look this good when he’s just driving? Does he also think of you the way you think of him? The sudden song change made you realize how fast you guys are going with almost no people on the streets, but most importantly, you realize that you haven’t said a thing since you’ve left Rossi’s house.

As you see the silhouette of your house, your hands start fidgeting unconsciously as your mind can’ pick a topic to focus on. You continue to make up questions about almost everything. You try to think of ways to thank him properly and how to act without being odd about it. But most importantly, you can’t seem to decide whether to confess to him and possibly destroy the night and your life or just simply say thank you and leave things as it is. As the car slowly stops in front of your house, you take a deep breath and glance at him.

Parking the car, he looked at you and smiled, “See you on Monday?” Opening your mouth to say yes and find the words to say what you’re feeling, you freeze as a part of your mind tells you to run inside to stop embarrassing yourself.

“Is there something that concerns you? You can tell me, you know, we’re out of the office now. I’m just Aaron right now.” Aaron. Ugh, how you wanna call him that.

“No, nothing. I think I just need to sleep. Thanks for the ride, Hotch I-”

“Aaron, you know you can call me Aaron, right?” Why would he say that while staring at you straight in the eye? This isn’t fair. Your heart is experiencing too much today; it might really explode. Why is he even looking at you like that? It’s like he wants to talk to you more. Stop. You’re reading too much about the situation.

Flustered, you answer him, “Aaron, thank you for the ride.”

“You’re welcome, and thank you for believing in me.” Confused, you look at him, waiting for an explanation at the sudden thanks.

“Hmm?”

“Uh, I know it isn’t right to eavesdrop in a conversation, but uh, thanks for believing that I’m doing good as a profiler and as a father.”

He meant that.

Oh no

There’s no way you can escape this situation now. You should’ve said thanks and ran. Now it’s too late. This is gonna go down as the worst night of your life. Oh no, no, no, I am not in the right mental capacity to be turned down. Oh! Say something first, ignore what he said- play dumb, say thanks- then run.

“Hmm, I don’t know what you’re talking about. But thanks for the ride, Hotch.” Nice! Unfasten the seatbelt fast. Now escape! Yes- no, the door won’t open. Why is it not opening?

“Right now, it’s Aaron. And no, I haven’t unlocked the door because I need you to listen to me. If I don’t do this now, I don’t know when I’ll get the courage to say this. So please, just— listen to me.” God, please don’t have the courage, I truly don’t, please help me, and I promise to be good. Cowering in your seat, you prepare your heart for the rejection while slowly turning to face him and the truth that will shatter all of your fantasies of him- and a possible relationship with him.

“I’m not that incredible at all. I try my best to handle the team and be present at all times with Jack. But most of the time, I think I’m still lacking, and I don’t know how to fix that. I try my best to take it one step at a time, but I get frustrated when things don’t progress as I want.” That’s not the truth you were expecting. Why does he look so sad? That’s normal. Everyone’s like that.

“I’m not that great. And I didn’t think I deserved your kind words— or any love anymore with everything.” No. False. That’s not the truth that you want him to believe and hold. Your heart aches, and the beating starts to continue, but now you feel a different frustration. Why would he think like that? Why doesn’t he realize how amazing he is? Why does he think he can decide what you deserve?

And before you realize it, your body urged you to hold and kiss him. To stop his thoughts once and for all, to comfort him, and for you to state the obvious and your truth. You want him. You need him. And if he wants you too, he has you. Forever, if he would like. This is what you deserve, and his only option is to accept it. You channel all the frustration you felt into the kiss. Holding his cheeks with both hands, you feel him touch your right hand to tangle his hands with yours. Slowing the kiss yet deepening it, he holds your neck as he dominates the kiss, leaving you almost breathless yet yearning for more. But as he slows down and breaks it, his forehead lays softly against yours. It’s quite funny how your heart is now calm. Too calm compared to all the times you imagined yourself kissing him or just simply the idea of him. But it feels perfect, just right. And in that all-consuming kiss, you wished it rid him of all his fears and insecurities, as it did yours.

Without saying anything, the both of you hold each other. Allowing yourselves to bask at the moment. But you’re greedy, or maybe overconfident at the moment. You want to see him and tell him how much he truly means to you, so you break the spell you both are in. Grasping his hands once again, you pick up the courage to say the words you’ve buried deep down.

“I like you. I can’t tell you exactly how I feel because this is the first time I’ve felt strongly for someone. I like you for so many reasons but what you’ve heard is just the tip of it. I think you’re more than great, and with everything, you deserve to love the most. And it would make me the happiest if you give me a chance to do so.” Looking at him while pouring your heart out, you feel like a burden is lifted from you.

Waiting for him to answer, you see him give a smile that makes your heart burst again. “It should be me saying that, but I’m glad we feel the same because I want you as well. Thank you for believing and liking me and giving me a chance.”

You’re now sure you can hear your heartbeat with all the excitement you can’t contain. Tearing your hands away from him to engulf him in a hug, you feel both his arms hold your waist as one of your hands gently cupped his hair, one of your dreams come true. You feel him turn his head and kiss your cheek as he asks you,

“Would you like to come to Jack’s game? I know it’s not an ideal first date, but we could see each other tomorrow and-”

“Any date with you is an ideal one” Cutting him fast to face him once more as you smile at him, feeling your heart getting fuller if that’s even possible.

You both stare at each other for a few more minutes, afraid to say goodbye and end your moment even if you’ll be seeing each other in a few hours. He starts,

“I’ll pick you up later.”

Smiling even wider, you answer him, “And I’ll be waiting. I’ll see you later, Aaron.”

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” He answered as he kissed your hand goodbye and finally unlocked the car. Opening the door, you took one last look at him and kissed him on his cheek, “See you later.”

Exiting the car, you wave him goodbye and walk to your door with an extra spring in your step. Taking out your keys, you turn and wave goodbye to him. Smiling at you and waving back, you take that as your cue to open the door and get inside, knowing that he won’t go unless he sees you inside.

As you closed your door, your phone vibrated in your pocket. When you scoped it to see a text from him, Goodnight. Can’t wait to see you again. You text him a simple goodnight with an overly smiling emoji, knowing fully that you won’t even get a wink of sleep with the excitement you’re feeling right now, but you also tell him that the feelings are the same. As you open your window curtain, you see his car gets further, and with that, you hurry to your closet to plan for another day. Wishing that this feeling would also be part of a new routine that you have and share with him. Turns out, this night wasn’t so bad at all.

Endnote | thank you for reading! i also have some more hotch fic that i would be posting and hopefully some more next so if you wanna chat do feel free to drop by!

+ also that gif took me too long to make because i have no idea how to but i like that i got it done

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Let's Play Pretend

A/N: Karlach really wanted to make her thoughts known and this was the result. Full length on AO3 and as always happy reading

A/N2: If you ever wanna see specific scenarios feel free to poke my inbox :) im enjoying seeing where this goes

Let's Play Pretend

Gale tugged at the sleeve of his robe once more. He used to enjoy going to parties, granted it was often because he was performing feats of magic most people could only dream of doing. But the conversation was also stimulating.

He wasn't meant to rub elbows with Lords and Ladies. Or rather, he didn't want to. And he was really only there because-

“Gale!”

Gale let out a soft oof and chuckled as he was enveloped in Karlach’s arms. He hugged her back. She smelled less of sulfur and the hells this time around. More like oranges and sandalwood. It’s warm, but not a burning type that might sear his skin if he’s not careful. It’s comfortable.

Familial.

She was happy as they let go of each other. And he admired her choice of attire. Simple, elegant and entirely her. Her dress, Gale notes, is in the Ravengard house colors. Form fitting, sleeveless but with thin straps over her shoulders and a slit up the left side to show off her toned legs.

“Do you like it?” She does a small twist this way and that. “It was the least god-awful thing I could get them to make me. No movement in anything else ya know? What happens if we have to go into battle?”

“And what would we be fighting?” Gale asked.

“These stuffed up tarts,” she answered. “Minus Wyll and his father.”

“If I’d known we’d be doing that, I would have brought my quarterstaff,” Gale joked. She smiled and leaned against the wall next to him with her arms crossed over her chest.

“How ya been Gale? Feels like ages since we’ve seen each other,” she nudged his shoulder.

“Just about a year I think,” he nodded and sipped his wine. “How have you been?”

“Oh you know, fighting imps, killing demons…found a forge master fixed my engine right up,” she grinned and tapped her chest. “Part of the reason we're here. Wyll’s been a real friend, keeping up with me in Avernus and first thing I told him once my engine got fixed and could survive out here, we'll take a break so he can spend time with his dad.”

They both looked over and saw Wyll talking with his father. Both Ravengard’s enjoying each other's company.

“I ain't complaining about the break either. Even got my own little private villa,” Karlach grinned. “And his dad really knows his cigars.”

Gale smiled. “I'm glad. You deserve it Karlach. You both do.”

“So where's Fangs?” She asked. “Figured he'd be all up for a chance to rub elbows with all these stiffs.”

“He had some business to take care of. We agreed to meet here,” Gale answered. He drank more wine and scanned the room for one of the servers with another tray of glasses.

“And things are good with you two?” She asked.

He doesn’t miss the inquiring tone of her voice, borderline skeptical.

“Of course, why wouldn't they be?” He asked.

“Just, two of you, kinda sudden ya know? We all go our separate ways then Withers gets us all together and you and Astarion are living together, engaged. I mean fucking hell, am I gonna come back after another year to find out you two adopted or something?”

Gale snorts into his wine and coughs. He quickly sets the glass on the table to keep from spilling the remainder all over himself and a few people are looking their way. Karlach usher’s him outside to one of the emptier balconies patting his back.

She’s joking. He knows she’s joking but god’s does that still make him squirm. Marriage, even one of willing convenience is one thing. But a child? He wouldn’t even subject Tara to this kind of life let alone a child.

She winced and checked over her shoulder to make sure they weren’t being watched by prying eyes.

“Sorry, sorry,” she apologized. “Bad joke?”

He coughed and took the napkin she offered to wipe his mouth, and let out a potentially strangled laugh. “Just a bit Karlach.” He patted her shoulder. “And...it just sort of happened.” He wanted his wine.

“Alright well, how?” She asked.

“What do you mean?” He frowned.

“You say it just sort of happened, but you've never actually answered the question. Even then, ‘oh ya know, just one of those whirlwind things’,” she tried to imitate his voice. “‘You know Astarion, he’s never one to do things half-assed.’ ‘Just swept me off my feet…’”

“My voice is not that high,” he crossed his arms over his chest and caught the engagement ring in question on his finger.

Gold band with ruby center. Diamond’s set on either side. It’d been enchanted, so the only way it was coming off was if Astarion wanted it off or Gale cut off his own finger. He just didn’t have the nerve.

“It kinda is,” she replied.

He ran a hand through his hair. “There isn’t much to tell Karlach. It really sort of just…happened. I was surprised as you were but, when he looked at, when he asked me, when he…when he told me, I suppose I got caught up in it all. Isn’t that what they say love is supposed to feel like? Like your hearts caught in a vice?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” Karlach put her hand on his shoulder.

“There you are!”

They parted as if burned. Astarion stood in the open doorway with his hands on his hips. Red eyes flitting between Karlach and Gale. Her hand still hovered in the air from where it’d been on Gale’s shoulder.

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cal-daisies-and-briars · 1 month

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Lets goooooooo!!!! I’m back with oh so many emojis and oh so much gratitude to you for writing for them! It genuinely brings me a lot of joy and I really appreciate it!

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🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(that last chapter was fabulous! Here comes covid and potentially a buckley parents visit? Very curious what that looks like in this world)

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👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑(i love the name! And im so so excited to read this one!)

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I so love all your work (in case I haven’t been clear about that :p) but one thing I’m currently so impressed by is that you have three separate wips where buddie is established and yet the stories all feel so distinct from each other - they all stand alone and feel in character and aren’t repetitive! It’s so impressive and you’re such a talented author!!!

Thank you so much for this! Lots of love from your biggest fan!!!

AHH THANK YOU! That makes me so very happy to hear. I am so glad they all feel distinct and not repetitive to you! YOU ARE SO KIND!!!!

51 for ⚡️ (AH THANKS! I am really just trying to get them to a place where I'd be happy to leave them, you know?):

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Eddie laughs. “Watch out, Los Angeles.”

“It’s okay if we don’t get it,” Buck says pragmatically. “We don’t have to get it.”

“There will be other places,” Eddie agrees.

“But I could see us in this one,” Buck says. “I didn’t feel that anywhere else.”

“Same here,” Eddie says. “I have a gut feeling about it.”

“Hmm, a gut feeling,” Buck teases. “Like the universe?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Sure.”

Definitely the universe.

☆☆☆

On their last shift before the wedding, Eddie knows he’s not exactly tuned into work. It’s not like he’s doing a bad job, but it would be fair to say his head is a little bit in the clouds. Maybe more than a little bit.

In his defense, there’s obviously a lot going on. He’s only got his vows half written. They’re waiting to hear back about the house. Different family members are flying in on different days. Chris is unhappy with his haircut. His parents are flying in, but are of course not willing to stay anyway near each other, so he’s got all his family’s different travel plans on the brain. He has about a hundred emails in his inbox from the venue - a restaurant in a beautiful old, stone building who are also catering - and the tailors. Most of which, Buck answers. Thank god. It’s just a lot. A lot of noise.

Not that Eddie is complaining. He’s over the moon. Life has never been this smooth or good for him, really. If there’s a bit of noise as a result, he’s welcoming it.

But that doesn’t mean he’s welcoming it and focusing on work very well.

At this particular moment, Eddie is trying to check fluid levels in the engine, and finding it rather hard to focus. He’s checked and rechecked three times, and keeps losing track of the numbers before he manages to write them down. He feels like his brain has atrophied. He’s finally managing to scribble the correct numbers on the sheet on the clipboard - really, is he the right person for the clipboard chore? - when he hears Buck calling him from the edge of the mezzanine.

Eddie shifts his body to a better position to look up at him.

“What’s up?” He calls back.

“Gianna’s calling,” Buck points at his phone.

Gianna’s calling! About their house! Their maybe house?

Eddie tears away from the engine so quickly he nearly stumbles. He jogs to the stairs and takes them two at a time as Buck answers the call.

“Hi, Gianna,” Eddie hears him say. “Yeah, I’m good. How are you?”

Eddie hurries to Buck’s side once he reaches the top of the stairs, resting a hand between his shoulder blades.

“That’s… Wait, really?” Buck asks.

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Yeah, that would be insane. That would be torture.

“She’s going to be so mad at you for not telling her,” Buck teases.

Eddie makes a little sound of complaint.

“You’ll be right there in trouble with me.” He warns.

Buck guffaws.

“No way. Not me. I’m not precious to them like you.”

“Precious?”

“You heard me.”

“You’re crazy.”

Buck really hopes it doesn’t end up causing social conflict for Eddie. He really wants to avoid that. Eddie is having a hard enough time with everything, with Chris gone, to also be in a bad spot with one of his closest friends. He hopes they can simply keep it under wraps for another week, then politely come clean after Buck gets his shield.

In his brain, it should be straightforward.

Reality? Never quite so simple.

iii.

They make it until the shift before Buck’s official probationary graduation. Really, so close. So tantalizingly close. Eddie feels like an idiot for not being able to hold it together better.

The problem lies with Eddie. With Eddie’s emotional confusion lately. Maybe confusion isn’t the right word. Emotional scatterbrain? That. That feels better.

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He couldn’t even find it in himself to feel bad about it. The scent of his blood filled the air. Eddie couldn’t even feel that hungry for it, either. The twinge of want was there, but the desire to avoid death was stronger.

The man screamed in agony, and presumably toppled forward. Presumably, because Eddie’s not sure what else would have caused his rifle to go off. Either way, an ear-splitting crack of the gun discharging filled the air.

Eddie thought for a moment he must have accidentally shot himself in the head, because the screaming stopped. What an easy end to all of it that would have been. But after a moment of shock, his wailing started again. He shot himself, but not fatally. But he could still be holding the weapon.

Eddie had to be careful. He couldn’t die there, after besting the asshole. After proving himself something more than a mindless monster. More than helpless prey.

He crept as quietly as possible out from his hiding spot and craned his neck to see the man. He lay moaning in a sort of fetal position, shin snared by the animal trap, mangled and bloody. His right arm was more or less blown off. Something about the sight of it brought Eddie right back to Afghanistan. He’d seen so many limbs that ended up just like his. Three bullet wounds of his own over there, and it was a wonder none of his ended up the way.

The important part, the crucial part, was that the rifle lay discarded, several feet away from the vampire hunter. In his state, the man couldn’t reach it before Eddie.

Which meant Eddie was the hunter now.

Or maybe not a hunter. Maybe that was the wrong word. Maybe Eddie was more like some sick scavenger bird. Picking at what was already practically a corpse.

He walked out, into view. Heard the man give a little moan. He bent down in front of the gun, removed the magazine and tossed it in one direction, then chucked the gun down the hill in the other. It rolled into the creek, lost. Good. When someone eventually found his body, the gun would be identifying. Registered to him. Better it be gone.

“Please,” the man moaned.”Don’t kill me.”

The muscles in Eddie’s face had twitched with revulsion.

“You would have killed me,” Eddie reminded him. “Came all the way back here to do it.”

“I’m a man,” he sobbed in response. “I’m a human. I’m a father.”

If Eddie hadn’t been resolved to let him die before then, that did it.

“So am I.”

After that, he did what he had to. He knew he needed energy for what he had to do next, so he drank. Not everything. Not enough to drain him. Though maybe that would have been kinder. Eddie took only what he needed.He took his money and chucked his wallet into the stream, same as the gun. He stole his car keys. He wiped his blood from his mouth. He left the man dying on the forest floor, covered in dirt.

Later, he would change the plates on the car. Later, he would do all he could to separate himself from this crime. And when he heard about it in the news later, there were no suspects.

He feels bad about it sometimes. In small, quiet pockets.

He shouldn’t.

The guy would have killed Eddie first. He wanted to kill Eddie first.

Kim did kill Eddie first.

She killed Eddie first. She lured him. She trapped him. She hunted him. She stopped his heart. She left him for dead. She infected him. She stole over six months of time from him and his son.

She did it first.

So Eddie shouldn’t feel bad about this, either.

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A still, tense air to it. Something that makes Buck want to turn around and walk the other way.

Instead, he follows Bobby and his family inside the house.

The first thing he notices is the burnt kitchen. Singed wallpaper and damaged appliances. All the tell tale signs of a small kitchen fire. One that hasn’t had a chance to be properly cleaned and repaired yet.

Is that what happened? Is that how Timothy Nash died? Buck has responded to a lot of small blazes like this in the seven years he’s been a firefighter. Not one of them has ever been fatal. It’s possible, but it seems unlikely.

Bobby walks purposefully towards a plainly decorated bedroom and closes himself inside. Buck follows him, ending up on the same side of the door as Bobby’s private grief. He watches as Bobby throws himself onto the bed, curls into a ball, and stares at the wall. Outside the bedroom, Buck can hear the muffled sounds of Bobby’s mother and brother having what sounds like a rather serious discussion. Bobby’s face twitches as his brother raises his voice, but otherwise, he seems to ignore it.

Buck looks around the room. There’s a pair of ice skates in the open closet. Hockey trading cards on a bookshelf. A discarded walkman on the floor. Buck checks what Bobby was listening to last. Who Can It Be Now? By Men at Work.

Hmm.

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“Like the radio!” Chris exclaims.

Maddie scrunches her eyebrows. “The radio?”

“Maddie on the radio!” Chris insists.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Maddie tells him.

Eddie chuckles. “I’ve been teaching Chris Morse Code. Something to pass the time as we travel, you know?”

Wow, what a really fun dad…

“Sure,” Maddie offers.

“Some radio stations are still picking up transmissions. People putting out messages. Trying to reach people, spread info,” Eddie explains.

Maddie nods. She’s heard a few of those. Never knew what they were saying though.

“We came into range for one recently that uses the name Maddie.” Eddie says.

Maddie raises her eyebrows. “Like the broadcaster?”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “The message. It’s just one phrase on loop.”

Maddie feels a little cold.

“What phrase?”

“Maddie, I am alive,” Chris recites. “Sun. Books.”

The wind could not be more swiftly knocked out of Maddie if someone broke the rest of her ribs.

“What?” She asks, barely a squeak.

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The Buckley’s Beverly Hills mansion is very square. Very white and square and modern. Everything feels neat and sleek. It feels very Beverly Hills. Very new money. But, somehow, not very Maddie. Though, maybe he doesn’t know her well enough to say.

A valet parks Chim’s car for him. He wonders if they notice the LAFD bag in the back stuffed with the clothes he’ll need to swiftly return to reality.

When he walks into the elaborately decorated party, complete with waitstaff passing out trays of drinks and food, Chim feels like he’s in a strange fairy tale. Like he’s the thriving entrepreneur he once dreamed of being, invited to a party to network and schmooze. Like he’s the kind of son his father would have wanted. Would being at a party like this make him proud? The whole thing makes Chim feel a little dirty. A little out of place. In fact, a not insignificant part of his body is urging him to turn and walk the other way.

But then he sees Maddie.

He sees Maddie, and he remembers why he came. Why he needs to be here.

Maddie is standing across the wide, open foyer of her parents’ home, wearing a loose, knee length champagne colored dress that twinkles a little when she moves. She’s talking to someone. The man from the Christmas card. Her little brother. The one that was in Peru. They each have a half-full flute in hand.

“Champagne?” A passing server asks Chim.They must see him eyeing Maddie and her brother and assume he wants what they have.

“No, thank you,” Chim mumbles.

They keep walking.

Chim doesn’t quite know what to do. He doesn’t want to interrupt Maddie’s conversation. But he also doesn’t have any other reason to be here or anyone else to talk to. He feels a bit like a creep, standing there, staring at her. He must look entirely pathetic.

After a moment, her brother notices.

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“Well, uh… Alright then. I guess let me know if you need help building stuff?”

They end up showering. Not the long shower she’d hoped for, but something quick and efficient. If Eddie comes over - and Buck doubts he will - he doesn’t want him to arrive in the middle of that. Actually, the thought sort of horrifies and embarrasses him. Though he can’t say why.

And, as it turns out, not even five minutes after they’re done and dressed, there’s a knock on the door. Buck is genuinely floored by this.

“Guess that’s a no on needing help,” Ali mumbles as Buck heads downstairs to answer the door.

When he opens it to see Eddie standing before him, his first thought is that Eddie sort of looks like shit. This is not the sort of thought he’s used to having. He’s used to feeling a strange sort of jealousy he doesn’t quite comprehend regarding the opposite thought. But here Eddie stands. He’s unshaven. There are dark circles under his eyes, which look a little puffy. There are indents in his bottom lip from where he’s been anxiously chewing on it.

“Eddie? Uh, are you okay?”

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“I guess not,” May mumbles eventually.

She’s staring very hard at her mug of tea.

“Hey, another question,” April says, stepping closer to her. She smells like eucalyptus. That’s fucking annoying. May likes the way eucalyptus smells. Cool and earthy.

“Sure,” May replies, voice suddenly an octave higher than she’d like it to be.

“Are you done your paper for Professor Kellerman yet?”

Ugh. And there it is. Reality check. Right, because April is a bit of a shark. May gets a ninety? April will get a ninety-one? May finishes a day early? April has been done for a week. Fucking typical she’s bringing this up, right after implying that May needed help at the paint night social.

“No,” May says. “I’ve got a few hundred words left. Some closing arguments.”

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She is more hyper than ever. Pacing more than she usually does, like she had that first night in Buck’s apartment, when everything was unfamiliar. She’s blowing him off on his commands sometimes. It’s not like her at all not to listen. One time he caught her rifling through the trash.

The dog is bored. Buck is bored. Chris is bored. And they’re all getting a little bit of cabin fever.

There’s a lot Buck cannot fix about this situation. And, hell, a lot he can’t even complain about. Really, he and Chris are so, so lucky. They’re safe, housed, fed, and not really exposed to any illness. Buck doesn’t want to feel miserable, considering. But some days he does. Even if he loves Christopher and Cranberry immensely.

“We’ve got to do something,” Buck announces one day in early May.

“Something?” Chris asks.

“Yeah,” Buck nods. “We’re all bored. And getting a little frustrated with each other, right?”

Chris sighs. “Yeah. Sorry, Buck.”

“Don’t be sorry, bud. You’re not the only one. And it’s not your fault.”

Chris looks from where he’s seated at the kitchen table to where Cranberry is lying on the floor.

“Sorry, Cranberry.”

Cranberry had picked up one of Christopher’s socks from the floor earlier that morning and he’d sort of lost it. Yelled at her. Then cried because he felt horrible for yelling at her.

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