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dakotalun · 1 year

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You Belong With Me | Eddie Munson

pairing: Modern!Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: Part 1--Eddie is hung up on Chrissy Cunningham, but there's someone who's available that would love to be his.

warnings: none

word count: 2.6k

a/n: Taylor really has me in a chokehold with this song!

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

Eddie Munson is not known for his ways with the ladies. He leaves that to Harrington, but he can’t deny the fact that he’s got his eyes set on one girl in particular, and wishes it were him and not Harrington who could get the girls. Sadly that’s not the case plus she’s already dating someone, the captain of the basketball team, Jason Carver. Eddie knows he’ll probably never have a chance with her but that doesn’t stop him from sneaking into the games to watch her cheer.

And you are with him every step of the way, even if it does hurt you to see him this way. You’ve been in love with Eddie since you met him. He was the first person to talk to you at school, and he even lived a few trailers down from you so it made the friendship easy. You and he were basically glued at the hip.

So when he told you about his feeling for Chrissy Cunningham a few years ago you were hurt but put on a good face and tried to be supportive. There were a few times when Eddie would think he had a chance with her; only for her to not even bat an eye in his direction. It hurt him, though he wouldn’t ever admit it to anyone but you.

You’ve kept your feelings for him bottled up and hidden in the dark corner of your heart, knowing they’ll probably live there until you die. That’s what made tonight so fucking hard. He’s on your bed, lying on his back staring up at the ceiling. Chrissy had bumped into him today on her way to class, like the literal chest-to-chest, books, and papers falling everywhere type of bump.

Eddie claims it was just out of a movie. He was quick to help her pick them up and when he handed them back to her their hands touched for a split second. No more than .5 seconds to be exact. And of course, being his best friend he had to tell you about it immediately.

So now he’s here telling you all the details about it, again. Both of you are sitting on your bed, your legs draped over Eddie’s chest. You’ve been flipping through a random magazine your mom kept in the living room just nodding and “mhmm”ing ever since her name came out of his mouth. It’s not like you hated Chrissy, she was a nice girl. You just hated the fact that she took up more of Eddie’s mind than you did. She always has.

“The way her eyes sparkled under the lights it was, Jesus Christ, it was like magic,” You held back the urge to roll your eyes at his comment, “Then when she thanked me and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, dude I swear I almost fell out then and there. Hearing her talk directly to me, I almost got a boner.”

“Gross dude!” You shove him in the side with your foot, “I do not want to hear about your boners for Chrissy Cunningham.”

“Y’can’t deny love, babe,” The nickname sent a shiver down your spine, “And I do love her.”

“Even though you’ve barely spoken two words to her since you met, yeah right.”

Eddie sits up on his elbows to look at you, “It’s true sweetheart, I’m in love. I’ll get her soon, you just wait and see.” He lies back down bringing his hands behind his head, his muscles flexing in the process. You stare at him, the way he’s so relaxed with you, so at ease. It’s always been this way and you wouldn’t change it for the world, you just wish he was thinking about you at the moment.

“Alright whatever,” You close the magazine, throwing it somewhere in the vicinity of your desk, “It’s late and I’m getting tired. I’mma take a shower then head to bed. You staying over?” You remove your legs from Eddie’s chest, he doesn’t even hear you, being too lost in thought.

“Hello? Earth to Eddie. You there?” You wave your hand in front of his face, snapping to get his attention.

“Huh?” He looks over at you, slightly confused on how you’re now on the other side of him.

“I said I’m gonna take a shower then head to bed, you gonna stay or no?”

“Oh uh nah, I gotta check in with Wayne. Make sure he hasn’t set the trailer on fire and all,” He gets up from the bed, pulling his jacket and shoes on before heading out your bedroom.

“Alright, well see you tomorrow then,” You walk him to the front door, leaning against the kitchen counter as he checks his phone, “7am?”

“Like always,” He winks at you before heading out. You stand there for a moment looking at the place he just was. Wondering how someone like him would ever pine for a girl like Chrissy.

You shake the thoughts from your head then go take a shower, hoping to wash away the thoughts of Eddie and both of your clearly one sided loves.

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“Oh come on, no way dude,” Mike is yelling at Dustin about some weird sci-fi movie.

“I’m telling you Aliens is way better than Back To The Future! If you can’t see that then you have terrible taste in movies,” You laugh at the boys argument and look over at Eddie, who’s flipping through one of his D&D books. Probably planning for the next campaign.

You get up and walk over to him standing behind his seat. You lean over his shoulder to see what he’s writing, “Wha’cha doin’ over here?”

“Just trying to figure out what these idiots are gonna fight next. I need them to level up after this but nothing I find will give them enough XP,” He’s talking to himself mostly but you listen closely trying to help, even with your minimal knowledge of the game, “And I don’t wanna give them one hella over powered monster because I mean they’re good at the game and all, but they’d get absolutely pummeled trying to deal with a fucking high ass level monster.”

“Well what if you split them up,” You reach over him to point at his notebook, “Half the group can fight this one,” You point at one of the monsters written on Eddie’s notebook page, “Maybe make some traps and chests they can find to upgrade gear and get potions and shit, then the others could fight this one, but make it their choice to split up so they don’t suspect anything”

You point between the two monsters marked in Eddie's book, “That way they only have to split the XP between those groups, not the entire party. Granting more XP per player and they’ll be prepared for the boss fight afterward.”

You look over at him as he thinks about what you just said, “You know that just might work,” He leans forwards and starts frantically writing in the book, “Shit! That’s awesome, I could kiss you rn!”

You blush at his words, wishing he’d make them true. You lean back a little to hide your rapidly heating face from Eddie, but still standing behind him as you watch him work. It’s always been a thing you love, seeing how involved in D&D he got. The way he would just block out the entire world to focus on his campaigns. It was mesmerizing to watch.

There were very few things that could break his concentration; you, the idiot possé (Eddie’s nickname for the Hellfire Club, one he only uses with you around and of course) and Chrissy. It’s like Eddie was a search dog, always looking for her. Even if he was in deep with whatever was in front of him, he’d drop it and look at her, just like right now.

Chrissy was walking into the cafeteria linked up to Jason, looking at him with puppy dog eyes. You roll your eyes at their PDA, wishing they would just can it til the entire school wasn’t in the room with them. In .2 seconds Eddie’s head shoots up to look at her. The way his eyes light up and dilate pains you because you know it’ll only hurt him later when she rejects him.

He sits back in the chair, almost crushing your fingers before you retract them from the back. The pair walk across the lunch room, straight to their regualr spot with the rest of the stuck up rich bitches at the school.

You’ve never understood how Eddie fell in love with Chrissy. Sure he’s told you plenty of times it’s just that you never understood why he liked her. Yes she was beautiful, and popular, and rich, but she was the complete opposite of Eddie. She never wore black clothes, unless it was a fucking mini skirt. She didn’t listen to Ozzy, or Dio or even Sabbath, nor would she like it if she did. And finally she didn’t like D&D!

You on the other hand, were his perfect match. You weren’t popular, or conventionally beautiful and sure as hell weren’t rich. Come on as if a rich person would choose to live in a trailer park, and then there was the music taste. You loved Sabbath, Ozzy and Dio, you even listened to Def Leppard when you were with Eddie, because you know how much he loved them.

You’ve spent the last 8 years slowly becoming the girl of his dreams, not on purpose it’s just how you are, only for him to fall for the complete opposite of that. Pretending it doesn’t hurt is getting harder and harder everyday. But you’d rather keep it a secret than get rejected by the one person who you really trust.

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A few days later, on Friday, you’re sitting on your bed reading a book when Eddie comes rushing into the trailer, not even bothering to knock, like always.

“Come to the basketball game with me.” It’s not a question, more of a demand. You normally would but after these past couple of days you just weren’t up for seeing him drool over Chrissy some more.

“No thanks. I’m good right here,” You say without even looking up from the book in your hands.

“Oh come on, please? It’ll be fun,” He walks closer to you, taking your book and tossing it to the side, “I promise.”

“No. Eddie-” You were now getting dragged from your warm bed by him.

“Come on please! It’ll only be for a little bit. Just a quick pop in and pop out. Not that big of a deal,” He had your wrists in a death grip, “We can smoke afterwards, and you won’t even have to pay me for it.”

“I don’t pay for it anyways,” You mumble under your breath. You’re getting more annoyed with him asking now.

“True but-”

“But nothing Eddie,” You look him dead in the eyes, “I don’t want to go to the stupid basketball game just so that you can drool over Chrissy Fucking Cunningham! You can go,” You rip your hands away from him, “But leave me out of it!”

He looks stunned that you just spoke to him that way. You two have fought in the past but it was always solved with the promise of a smoke after whatever stupid thing you were arguing about. He’d never seen you this mad before.

Eddie’s been talking about Chrissy all week and you’ve had enough. After their little run in you just couldn’t take his obsession anymore, everytime he’d start to talk about her you’d change the subject.

“Okay then,” You can hear the pain and betrayal in his voice, “Fine. Stay here see if I care,” Then he leaves. He didn’t even say goodbye, he just left.

You knew you came off harsh but you’re tired of seeing the man you love fawn over someone who barely knows he exists.

You flop back onto your bed and curl into your blankets. You hate being mean, especially to Eddie, but you really weren’t in the mood to see him drooling over Chrissy. You never were, you were typically better at hiding it though. Which only made this worse.

Eddie stomps to his van, slamming the door when he gets inside. What the hell was that about?! She never acts this way. Maybe shes on her period or something. Eddie didn’t feel like thinking about this anymore so he starts his car and speeds off towards the high school.

You lay there in your bed, trying to figure out a way to apologize to Eddie later on, you don’t wanna just leave things here, you love him too much and you can’t fathom the thought of him being mad at you over something this small.

You think about all the possible things Eddie loves when you hear a knock on your front door. You climb out of bed and throw a blanket around yourself. You walk slowly to the door, worried it might be Eddie coming back to yell at you or something. You open the door and come face to face with your mom.

“Mom wha-”

“Left my key card, I can’t seem to do anything right this morning,” She walks over to the couch and starts rummaging through the cushions to find her card, “Is Eddie here? I didn’t see his van outside.”

You lean up against the counter, watching your mother search frantically, “No he just left, we sorta got into a fight and then he stormed out.”

Your mom pops up from behind the couch, “Wait what? But y’all never fight. What happened?”

You sigh and start picking at your fingers, a nervous habit you have, “Well he wants to go to the basketball game tonight but I’m just not feeling up to it but when I told him it came off a little harsh.”

Your mom stops her search by the couch and moves towards her bedroom, flinging blankets and pillows all over the room, “Well maybe just tell him that you didn’t mean for it to come out so strongly, but you just don’t feel up for these basketball games anymore!” She yells from her room “But remember you gotta do what feels right I mean- OH YES!!” Your mom rushes out of her bedroom, key card in hand.

“I would if he didn’t seem so pissed at me because of it. I mean I love Eddie, but this obsession with Chrissy is just too much.”

“Wait. This is about a girl?”

Your face drops at the realization of your words. You’re mom knows that you and Eddie aren’t dating but she’s always thought that maybe there was a chance at some point, this just opens up a new problem.

“Maybe…”

“Oh sweetie,” Your mom walks over to you and places a comforting hand on your shoulder, “Eddie and you have been best friends forever, don’t let a girl come between that.”

You nod at her words, “I know. I know, it’s just he’s so obsessed with her and I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m gonna give you some advice that I was given, girlfriends and boyfriends come and go but this,” She motions between you and the direction of Eddie’s trailer, “This is forever. You can’t let this crush get in the way of that, got it?”

“Got it,” Your mom pulls you into a hug, squeezing tightly, “Did you steal that advice from Friends?”

“Maybe but it fits. Now I’ve gotta get back to work, be back later,” Kissing the top of your head and grabbing her things your mom heads out the door, “I love you!”

You smile at yourself as you head back to your room. Maybe your mom was right, maybe you should just stick this through until either he gets rejected and gives up or somehow finally gets Chrissy. You look at your phone on the nightstand, knowing what you need to do next.

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fure-dcmk · 2 months

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FINALLY WATCHED THE MOVIE first impression rambling >>>

[MILLION DOLLAR PENTAGRAM SPOILER WARNING]

HEIJI WAS SOOOOO COOL. HANDSOME. TERRIFIC. the first 20 minute is just me losing my mind from all the heiji details

>> heiji and kid bantering about fairy lips in the intro. kid going your fault for not noticing hmmp! <- huh? are you a tsundere heroine

>> HEIJI ORIGINAL DUFFLE BAG!!! CAMEO-ING IN 2024!!!

>> 4 new outfit from heiji that fits him so well... handsome guy

>> a fairy lip redraw. i died

how the hell did heiji brought his bike with him all the way in HOKKAIDO. you can almost way osaka to tokyo is only half of the travel to hokkaido how many day trip would it take to reach that far. also a jp tweet i read once brought to question how a high schooler was able to use the high way. did he brought kazuha with her in this extreme trip? with the excuse that he's going for a kendo tournament... when his bigger agenda is to confess. everything about the bike being there doesn't make sense but i give it a pass for being cool 😁👍

and the heikazu scene.,.. i came there fully expecting to not care at all but they actually made me invested. ran was SOOOO CUTE her excitement directly influenced me to also want to see heiji succeed. heiji asking if the legendary 100 million night view is better than big ben and ran agreeing just to placate him for the sake of her otp 😭

THE STUN GRENADE! the fact that kazuha immediate reaction is to protect heiji ears.... her self sacrificial nature a call back to mermaid island in the most subtle way 🥹🥹🥹 heiji shocked eyes was so cute. and heiji confession speech isnt cringe and is actually cute! shocker! (sorry trauma from heart anniversary lines its so awful im dnfuebdjfjf) devastated such an ideal confession scene was wasted. but its from kazuha trying to save heiji SO FORGIVEN

need to make sure ppl know im a momiji enjoyer. all her faults are forgiven purely cuz she is funny. let a rich girl be delulu !

also loove how they keep cannonizing her keen hearing from m21 THIS IS THE APPEAL OF KAZUHA THEY GET IT

touichi gifting a lost national treasure to his little brother yuusaku for winning the macademy award, as well as keeping in touch with him and gifting various trinkets.... meanwhile keeping his own son completely in the dark that he's alive this entire time...

conclusion 1: worst parent award goes to kuroba touichi 🥳🥳🥳

conclusion 2: ah he's definitely a brocon huh

kills me that everyone is dejected that the katana with the star shaped guard is a lost treasure. meanwhile its quitely sitting in kudo yuusaku's store room cuz his big brother gifted it to him LIKE SDJDJFF!? turning your justice leaning lil bro into an accomplices. the gag potential here is so made for me

shoutout to sonoko who took up haibara's usual information provider role. every scene with her was animated so cutely IM SHOCKED m27 doing excellent job at showing off her cuteness. there is a fun parallel to think about, sonoko was the first person heiji went to to get information on kudo's whereabout, and now heiji is also going to her for information ♥️ heiji-sonoko friendship crumb thank you for the food

this movie really play a lot with the crumbs from kendo school tournament arc. heiji-ran friendship makes me want to cry, ran efficiently karate chopping hijiri to make sure theres no distractions for heikazu 🥺😭 ive been convinced on okita's cuteness the past 3 month cuz if the okita fanart boom in my corner of jp twitter but watching it for myself... he really have it bad for heiji LMAO wdym "it's boring if hattori ain't here~" how much did you say this for kaitou kid to catch that its a good trait for an okita disguise. im glad this movie give a good balance of real okita and fake okita, m10 still makes me so sad for having ZERO real hakuba 🥲 kid's dosu e~ is so moeblob

ah i still got so many word vomit on this movie it seems to be never ending 😭😭

my final review of the movie is this is my no 1 fav conan movie of all time, 2nd place is bride of halloween. i still havent rank anything below that properly. im truly entertained by this movie it got so many characters i care about with a lot of bombastic scenes. as much as i want to say my ultimate fav is m7 and m21, both of them are kinda... slow with all the deduction talk. im here for eye candy after all 😔 mixing kid's energy is doing wonders for the tone of a heiji movie. heiji's presence is also doing wonders for KID as well cuz gosh!!! KID has never emit this much childlike moe blob energy. heiji and conan being the straight man to kid's prank is the dynamic really help to emphasize his whimsical energy

and the final theme i caught; parallelism where hijiri is willing to do anything to protect his father's legacy only for us to find that its all for naught.... now why does this sound familiar 🤔🤔🤔

rewatching the movie tomorrow so ill probably do another ramble on it

#m27 spoilers #million dollar pentagram #100万ドルの五稜星 #personal

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gutterfuuck · 2 months

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NERD MARK NERD MARK NERD MARK NERD MARK I JUST NEED TO GO DOWN ON HIM AND HEAR HIM CRY EVEN BETTER IF WE'RE IN A LIBRARY AND HE HAS TO BE QUIET AAHDVSVBABDDN😫

-❄️ anon (if they're isn't already one of so just magic one 4me💗 IM 21🚨⚠️🗣️)

hello! i make my triumphant return to tumblr haha! i have been absent for a while but i am back, and this ask caught my attention!! i hope that you all enjoy!! and yes, you will be named blizzy anon!! i hope that is okay!

cw: VERY SHORT I AM SORRY!! is poor excuse for a return but we are so back, public sex(?), oral, subby mark, fem!reader, college setting!, mark has glasses & braces because he just does, lmk if i missed anything! i haven’t written in a while so i am sorry for spelling mistakes and poor writing and such! this feels kind of rushed but i am certain to rewrite it as soon as i am not in a rush haha!

“oh- o-oh, fuck,”

mark groaned as he bought his hand to his mouth, trying to stop the onslaught of moans that escaped his lips as you squeeze his knees with your hands from your position on the floor. he tried to keep quiet, it was a library after all.

you looked up at him, head bobbing up and down on his sensitive cock as you swirled your tongue around the base, making mark jolt as he held onto the arms of the chair, tightly clutching onto them as if they’d save him from the way you were sucking the soul right out of his cock.

you pulled off of it with a wet pop before you planted a kiss on his tip, mark’s face flushing as he adjusted his glasses, breathing heavily. his dick twitched, craving more of your attention as you gave it a light tap, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough for him to register it as a slap.

mark flinched and groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking upwards as you tapped his leaky cock, your hand coming up to rub your palm along the slit, spreading your saliva and his spit all over him,

“n-noo-ngh..”

he whined as you continued to rub your palm over his leaking cockhead, watching as he twitched and writhed around in the chair above you. the library was quiet enough, all it would take is someone to walk around the corner, walk over to the studying area to see mark disheveled in the library’s chair, glasses fogged up, lip pulled between his braced teeth, trying to keep himself quiet…

you almost wished you would get caught, “y-y/n-! ‘s too much..!” he tried to whisper yell, throwing his head back as your tongue traced a prominent vein on his length, his composure slipping as he struggled to stay silent

you lifted your head up again, applying kitten licks to his sensitive dick tip as you massaged his thighs with your hands,

“too much, huh? so you don’t wanna cum?” you asked mark, to which his body stiffened up for a second and you swore you could almost hear his thought process as he immediately shakes his head, trying to backtrack as he let out a soft whine,

“i… i wanna c-cum,” he spoke quietly, one wrong move and he’d alert someone. one wrong move and he’d be exposed to anyone who walked this way.

you wanted to tease him, wanted to make him cry and beg but mark already looked like he was at his limit, his thighs trembling as you squeezed them in your hands,

“g-g’nna— ah, o-oh..- fuuuck, fuck fuck,”

mark couldn’t hold it anymore, cussing as if it were a mantra, the way your plush lips met his base with a rough smack, smack, smack-ing sound, the way he bit down on his knuckles to keep himself from falling apart in the library…

you took the chance, deepthroating him, his cock hitting the back of your neck as you tried not to choke around the girth, making the most sinful sounds as he neared his orgasm, thighs trembling almost violently, his moans and whines rising in volume.

“y-y/n-!”

he damn near squealed, your throat wrapping around his dick snuggly. you could feel it, the throbbing in your throat as mark huffed out breathily,

“i-i’m cum-ngh.!”

he blurted out, flinching as you sucked hard around him, cheeks hollowing out before his fingers tangle into your hair, pulling you right up against him so his pubes tickled your nose, right up against the base

you trembled for a minute as he held your face down, struggling for a while, sitting there and taking it in the library like a cocksleeve as his hips stuttered and his grip slowed, head hanging back… and that was it, mark’s body shook with pleasure, eyes going black as he felt like the most depraved person on earth, having his cock sucked deliciously by you, you were basically forcing orgasms out of him at this point

“y/n, cumming..! f-fuck— shit-“

mark cried out as he let out a shaky breath, followed by a silent moan, his grip tightening in your hair as he held you there for a second, your eyes rolling back before you tapped at his thigh to let you breathe… he let you go, his chest rising up and down as he huffed in short pants. you sat up, his cum still in your mouth as you reached down to grab at his chin, forcing him up to look at you, your thumb parting his lips

he obediently opened his mouth, letting you stand above him, holding his face in your hands as you let the messy combination of cum and saliva drip from your tongue and into his mouth

he swallowed right away, almost eagerly before he wiped the pleasured tears that pricked at the corner of his eyes.

this was supposed to have been a study date…

#mark grayson x reader #invincible x reader #mark grayson smut #invincible smut #bff!mark grayson #💬 sparkie is typing…#❄️blizzy is typing…

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sanaexus · 3 months

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please please please- "this better be a fucking joke"

keeping your phone back in your pocket, you try to think of an solution which isn't the easiest thing to do when your ex is breathing down on your neck. but hey! positive thoughts only right? he didn't recognize you yet, which made sense considering the last time he saw you, you probably looked like an oompa loompa with a haircut that could rival michael kaisers's, but that was in the past (right?)

suddenly something clicked, if he didn't recognize you, you could just leave without being noticed and feeling bad. so that's exactly you tried, until a voice called out to you.

"leaving so soon?" the heterochromatic called out.

"just like you did every time?" oh. OH. you weren't supposed to say that, you didn't even realise you said that.

he let out a chuckle, "credit where credits due, i was a pretty stupid kid."

"pretty is bit of an understatement no?"

"debatable, i guess i own an explanation huh?"

"you kinda sorta definately do."

"well should we head out? not anywhere far away of course, just not with much people around"

"yeah alright" is all you said before you follow him to some corner of the arcade, looking around you spot a certain blue-headed man, an unconscious smile graced your lips, which didn't go unnoticed by the man beside you.

"who's got you smiling like that?"

"can you shut up and get to the point?"

"yeah yeah, but before i do, just hear my side out i know it doesn't excuse what-"

"nothing's ever gonna excuse cheating ok no sorry continue"

"like i was saying before i was VERY rudely interrupted, i know no matter what i say, it won't justify what i did but that aside-"

suddenly you see a mop of light blue hair infront of you, T-posing for 'asserting dominance' "DON'T FEAR WHEN I AM HEAR-oh fuck wait am i interrupting something important?"

"hiori OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"gaslighting gatekeeping girlbossing of course" the man flipped his almost non existent hair and shaking some of that gyatt

"get out please get out oh my god why are you like this"

hiori before glaring at the purple headed-man, "this creature is staying?"

"yes now go, i'll call you when i need you okay?" you do a shoo-ing motion as hiori skips away.

"right uhm are they always like that..?"

"no, not really, now please for heavens sake stop stalling and explain yourself already"

"right so uh i'd like i was a very dumb high-schooler, and no doesn't excuse me cheating but i was a horny fuck, and you were always so busy i just couldn't do it anymore.."

"first of all you're still a horny fuck, and second why didn't you just end it then why did you have to resort to cheating..?" you were trying really hard not to cry but the voice crack probably gave you away, even just the thought of you not moving on from him nearly 2 years later, disgusted you.

"i don't know, i liked you i really did and i didn't wanna lose it but i didn't want to stay either, and i couldn't exactly explain myself, so i resorted to cheating." he explained, it was confusing if he really was feeling guilty and regretful.

"oh, uh i forgive you, ok no i don't but i've moved on from that, we were just kids and shit happens and i can't always hold it against you relationship goes both ways and so does the break up."

"i'm glad we got that cleared out wait you forgive me, so does that mean i can take you out on a date maybe?" he asked a bit hopeful

"oh my god aik-oliver you haven't changed at all, have you?"

"not aiku this time? you wound me, but is that a yes?"

"nope i still need some time to think uh how about you give me your number and i text you within this week if we can go out?"

"yeah that sounds nice." you take out your phone handing it to him as he types his number and saving it as "baby daddy"

"oh ew oliver ew!" you make fake gagging noises.

"hey! i'm not that disgusting...right?"

"i never said that, you're putting words in my mouth, but it was nice meeting again i'll see you around yeah?" and before you could reply you run off to find hiori and when you don't (big shocker) you figured you'd let the gc know (big mistake btw)

please please please ¡! - an isagi yoichi social media fic

synopsis modeling was fun, especially when you go to make friends and what happens when that exact friend goes to the same high school? the friendship of course continues into college. where you get your heart broken and the internet gets to know but then you meet a certain someone that makes you fall for them. so what happens then? chaos.

taglist is open¡! : @fairlyfuji , @semisutopia, @someprettyname , @csbnova , @ashlovelys , @chateaaa , @yeurisstuff , @starchivves , @m3gitsune ,@muffin-0 , @gojosexpiredcum , @bbmsxlene , @profesionalglazer

divider by @/xxbimbobunnyxx. all credits to her!

sorry guys no funfacts today 🙁 GUYS TRUST ISAGI WILL COME JS LET ME COOK PLS 🗣🗣💯💯🤬🤬😎😎💣💣🔥🔥‼‼💯💯🔛🔝

also I AM SO SORRY WHY IS THIS SO BAD WHY CAN'T I WRITE SHIT OMG I'M GONNA CRY also maybe double update bc i dont wanna fall off and seeing 99+ notifs makes me happy

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casablancarossa · 8 months

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Lipstick Smudge << a [fluffy] taemin x reader scenario>>

For the anon who asked:

hii ^^ could you possibly write something for taemin where you guys are doing that chapstick challenge where you put on different chapsticks and he has to kiss you to guess what flavor it is. Or even that one tiktok trend where you smudge your lipstick and then he goes to fix it and the camera turns and he has lipstick marks all over his face. 🙏🙏

Reposting this because it's a shame it didnt pop up in tags.

You re-align your camera, trying to get a perfect view of the corner of your room. It was the only place that wouldn't have any reflection of the rest of your space. It wasn't that the 70% was dirty or unseemly for an influencer, but most of the time it was to hide the man with the shit eating grin, trying to distract you from creating any good content while he was around.

"Jagiya, I feel offended, you really are trying to hide me huh?" Taemin whines as he catched his hoodie with his face.

It has been 20 minutes since you tried to make sure that you were trying to hide items that might relate to him. Chucking items left and right, out of sight.

"You know, none of my stuff will link back to me...", he lets out a sigh, pouting as he sits on the other side of the phone setup, fiddling with various cases of lipbalms, with the labels frayed and torn off. "Beside you want to live stream don't you?"

It's no secret to those who follow you, that you have a boyfriend and make the excuse that he was the one who isn't interested in being in front of the camera and would rather support you from the side, hidden. Taemin smiled as he picks up of the chapstick and quickly swips the bullet against his lips, before making kissing noises, his lips puckered and pointed at you with that stupid smile on his face. "You're an idiot if you just want a kiss, an plus that's for the challenge!", you cried out halfheartedly as you slide into the seat with a spare phone in hand, ready to post a story that you were about to go on live soon.

For weeks, Taemin was very into the idea of at least making sure that your viewers didn't think you were full of shit by saying you had a boyfriend and just didn't want to show him off. Haters often comment that you were lying and you were completely 'motae solo'. Soon it went viral that you were single and delusional when in fact you had purposedly shoved Taemin into the bushes during one of your walks when Dispactch caught you walking at night by the Han River.

You re-adjust yourself in your seat, counting the numbers of people who had viewed your story before turning on your Insta live and sat back, waiting for your viewers to come in. Your fortnight lives was something that you enjoyed doing, whether it was cooking challenges or just late night pillow talk, you were appreciative of the fans who had swarmed in from TikTok, to join you in your lives.

Soon, you were greeting your followers, conversing with them through the comments they have left and began to introduce the fact that your partner was behind the camera, really wanting to do the chapstick challenge with you. Taemin had caused a ruckus by trying to slide one your indoor clothes line into view, with a perfectly draped sheet on it, so he could hide behind it.

Meanwhile, the comments were in a frenzy, saying how they had never heard you sound so relaxed and giggly before. Some comments were even teasing you to pull down the sheets so they could see your boyfriend. It came to the time where Taemin had reapplied the lipbalm he kept on hand, yelling at you to taste him already.

At his comment, you snorted and laughed, deeming his words as inappropriate because people might take it the wrong way.

"Yeobo, fine, shut up!" You laughed as you wheeled your chair towards the curtain and dart your head to peck his lips before popping out so the viewers could see you smack your lips, hmm-ing and haa-ing about the flavour.

"Cherry?"

"Oh? Is it? I don't know.." Taemin teased.

"What do you mean?", you asked bewildered, reaching back behind the curtains to grab the component out of his hand and reading the underside of it where you had written the flavour. "Ya. Lee-ssi, you need to read the bottom! The fans will get angry at you!", you laughed in defeat as Taemin lets out a loud giggle, enough for the fans to comment about it. "It was cherry by the way.", you speak to the camera.

You reached forward to grab another two unlabelled chapsticks, throwing one towards the back of the curtain for Taemin to catch as you apply one on yourself, the distinct smell and flavour should be easy for him. "All right, I'm ready.", you grinned before moving your head.

An aggravated groan left your throat as you saw Taemin, sheepishly applying the new flavoured balm on his lips. "Yah..", you put out a struggled smile as you were fully slumped into your seat, one hand on your face, massaging your temples. "It's supposed to be my turn, for you to guess the flavour...", you whined as your eyes catch the over flowing number of laughing emojis dancing across the screen.

"Ah okay okay, I got too excited.", Taemin giggles, attempting to wipe his lips before puckering them again for you to kiss.

You lean in to peck his lips, hoping that he would get the right answer. "Ahh! Lemon!", his answer was too confident for your liking.

You had shifted back closer to the phone, to look at the comments with an unamused look on your face saying "No." to his guess, encouraging to try again. Taemin went suddenly quiet, and through the screen, behind the draped sheets, you could see two arms pop out holding a phone with your livestream playing. "Yah, you look shit, when you are pouting like that.", he laughs, teasing you like always.

"What?! You are such an idiot." you breathed out in defeat as the viewers teased that your boyfriend, is such a troublemaker and seems to get a kick out of annoying you.

"Yes, everyone, he has been the bane of my existence for a year now."

"A year?! I'm hurting..."

"Okay, two??? Three?"

"Probably halfway to three? Way before I joined the army."

"Almost three years, he has been a pain in my head" you smiled towards the camera before looking back at the sheets, now seeing the faint glow of a phone screen behind them.

"Was it orange?" He finally comments out.

"Yes... Your turn.", you let out a sigh before returning to look behind the improv-ed covers to see Taemin, smiling at you. He couldn't resist and held your seat by the armrest and pulled your seat towards him so he could plant a soft kiss on your lips before peppering small pecks around your face. Taemin lets out a small cackle before pushing your seat out, causing it to roll back to your desk.

The seat was still swiveled to face him and as you turned around you made your guess. "Was that strawberry? It tasted like strawberries." you muttered.

As you turn to face the camera, it took a while for you to process that the lighting in the room, made it hard for you to discern that your face was now covered in faint tints of pink kisses. While inspecting your face through the screen, you could see Taemin's hands slowly sliding out from the side with his thumbs up followed by an 'okay' sign followed by a series of breathless laughter. "You look like I just mawled you."

"Wow, y/n eonnie, he must really love you. Wah eonnie, you are so lucky.", you read out the comments out loud, snickering at each one, which made you blush.

"Why does he have such femenine lips?", Taemins voice erupted from behind the sheet. "Reported!"

"Imagine if that isn't her boyfriend... Reported." he continues on.

You placed your arm on the desk, propping your chin up as you converse through the comments asking that you should make a TikTok with him right now. You stated once more, you weren't sure what challenge you could do that wouldn't impede on his privacy and internally, it disheartened you that you couldn't scream to the world that you were in love with someone without saying his name, and Taemin couldn't think of ways to console you. He wasn't afraid to admit he was in a relationship with you and it wasn't the first time you two had been linked together anyway. But you kept rejecting the idea because you assumed, both of you may not have the mental constitution to keep fighting the haters.

A couple minutes went by and you resumed doing the chapstick challenge, commenting there was probably 4 more flavours to try. Each one turned more chaotic as Taemin had caused a scene because he was determined to shift the sheet screen closer so he could steal he muscat grape chapstick from your desk without being seen. Your spare phone lit up from under you with a message from Taemin with a link. You opened it up to see the new lipstick tiktok trend and underneath the link, he messages you once more. 'My love let's do this...'

Before you could even collect your thoughts, Taemin spoke out once more, now speaking towards your viewers. "Everyone! Be patient right now, we'll film something okay?"

"Really??", your eyes widened, unsure how to react.

Taemin stood up, his head was just fortunately cut off from view of the camera. He mouths a few words which you understood as, 'lower the camera so we can walk around comfortably'. You followed through, lowering the camera so it focused more on your desk, but still had enough view to see that you and your boyfriend can now be seen from the waist down and were now walking around and there were indeed two people in the room.

"We still have the stream running up and we are viewing it through another phone, so we can still read comments and respond to everyone" you called out cheerfully, hoping the numbers don't die down.

You quickly grab a dark lipstick and carefully applied while Taemin looked at you with such an endearing stare. "Please god tell me why I was gifted such a beautiful partner.", he gleefully jumps and down, barely controlling his excitement.

"Such a con-man, you are only doing this because you are on camera my love."

Effortlessly, your lips began to retaliate with kisses across Taemin's face, each time, he giggles. Every time he checks his reflection through his phone camera he would voice out his displeasement that some of the kiss marks were uneven and that you should either kiss his face harder, or top up your lipstick.

Y/N-nie, what was the most stupid thing he did?

"Oh...? There was that time he said he could walk across the frozen pond and if he got to the other side, I owed him a new kitten", you started much to Taemin's behest. "Well.. He fell halfway in and was super super grumpy but I got him a grey and white kitten a week later."

Once he was satisfied with his over all look, Taemin takes off the jacket he was wearing, boldly showcasing more of his figure, but in his head, no doubt people wouldn't confuse him with a look-a-like, people would know it was him. Lee Taemin.

How did you two meet?

"We met an an event. She was panicking so hard she skipped greeting me and shook hands with my friend instead." Taemin replied, causing you to smack his chest.

The lipsticks swipes across your lips for the final time to get it even before asking your boyfriend if he was ready to film. He passes a phone to you, with the front camera at the ready. You proceed to start recording with one hand while lipstick in the other, bumping your arm to cause a smudge at your lower lip.

As Taemin's hand reaches up to caress your cheek, he guides you by the chin to look at him as you pan the camera towards him, his side profile in sight, obviously covered with stamps of your painted lips, looking at you lovingly before casting a devilish grin from the corner of his lips. The camera pulls back slightly, so that both of you were in frame, smiling contently as you look at each other, before facing the camera with a cheeky smile as he pecks your cheeks, leaving another faint tint of the strawberry chapstick.

As far as content making goes, it was perfect and you felt like if you could, you would post it as is, one try, one take. But you saved it as draft after viewing it and placed the phone down. Commenting out loud, there was no need to redo it, it looked perfect enough, Taemin agreed with you before adding that he thinks it would go viral. Your head spins to throw him a frown and pout, objecting to the idea despite the fact he knows, how much you would love the thought of finally no longer keeping things a secret.

Will you be posting it?

Please post it. What did you film? Will it be uploaded soon?

Guys... They were suspiciously quiet... Guys.. It's okay to turn of the livestream now if you want.

You and Taemin giggle at the following comments before he lunges behind the camera as you tilt your phone upwards, letting it re-focus as you waited in front of it as you continue talking to Taemin. It was obvious to anyone who was watching you that you loved your boyfriend so much. Your eyes were so soft and endearing towards him and you looked at him as if it was he first time you saw him and Cupid had his arrow at the ready.

"Hmm, I'm not sure I'll post it, but it's on drafts so you never know", you sang in a sweet teasing tone. "But please ask questions.."

Y/N eonnie's boyfriend. Do you think, eonnie is the one?

"Do you think I'm the one?"

"Everyday.", Taemin replied eliciting causing a reaction on your face that could only be described as look of awe and constant realization how in love with you were.

An hour had somehow passed by and Taemin was more than happy to air out embarrassing stories, habits of yours that he found adorable and personal questions about his likes and dislikes. Everyone was ecstatic to know that he was more keen in being in lives if he was allowed to be more present.

"Everyone.. Once I finally reveal myself, hopefully you keep on supporting y/n and us." Taemin announced.

"Jagiya, you are giving them too much hope, we have to end the stream soon and get to our dinner with your...friends..", the last word caused you to stumble almost saying 'manager', which might imply that your boyfriend was somewhat more of a big-deal.

You were finally addressing your goodbyes reminding your viewers that you will be back on again and on your next post that they should comment what they would like to see next. However your attention was caught by the alarming statements that flooded your screen.

Wait is this real? Eonnie? You are a lucky bitch. How the heck did you catch a guy like him. Gosh you could see it his eyes, this isn't a joke. Y/N and Taemin look good together. Is 'dinner with friends', actually dinner with SHINee?

The last two comments had made you dizzy in your seat. What was going on? Your hands would instinctively fumble around your desk so you could find your phone to check what was going on. If it weren't for Taemin, clearing his throat you wouldn't have looked up at him. There he was leaning over he desk, resting on one hand while the other was waving his phone with the screen pointed out to you.

It had not occurred to you that it was your tiktok account that was logged in on his phone and while you were too distracted trying to read the comments, Taemin had handed his phone to you to film instead and while he was answering questions, he was oddly pre-occupied with his phone. From what you could see between his phone and how your spare phone is going insane with notifications. You quickly open your phone to check. It was official. Taemin had posted the video on your behalf and even linked it in Instgram, tagging his ID.

"I'm not scared to tell the world that I love you. So I posted it.", he smiled.

Taemin smirked as worry had set on your face, lips slightly gaped in shock as Taemin made the first move to publicize your relationship. Like he was the first one to say I love you almost three years ago. Like he was the first one to chase after you after a serious argument. Like he was the first one to do informal introductions with his family.

The woman was too stunned to speak kekekeke. Holy shit, she really didn't expect this. You guuuys, you are too cute. Please don't break each other's heart.

Taemin quickly rushed around the table and knelt down beside your seat, wrapping an arm around you. Your eyes followed his line of movement, never breaking away, so many questions in your head and so much more emotions. Primarily, you were ready to cry.

"Okay, while y/n recovers, see you in two weeks guys!", he waves towards the camera.

Your body slumps down onto the desk, struggling to let out a pained chuckle before sitting up slightly to cover your suddenly flushed face with your hands. You were so embarrassed that you continued to try hide your face with one hand as you waved at the camera.

"You are insane Lee Taemin. You idiot", you giggle, smacking his shoulders playfully in a repeated manner as he leans forward to end the livestream, flashing a playful grin and thumbs up as it cuts and the live has ended.

"Yeah, I'm insane about you, but now we don't have to hide it anymore. Plus, the old Dispatch articles didn't have a lot of hate comments on it...", he calmly stands up and leans on the edge of the desk,

"Yeah.. But your fans are going to rip me apart... I'm not really.. Conventional?"

"We'll figure it out okay?"

"Okay..."

"So... It was viral years ago. But do you think fans will realize you were the girl at the fan event and you struggled to shake hands with me and greeting Onew hyung instead?"

"Yes, because Onew laughed at you because you kept your hands out waiting and just shook your own hands when I didn't go back to you.."

Taemin rolls his eyes, remembering the video in question, reaching forward to pull the seat you were in, closer to him. He rests each hand on an arm rest and looks down at you with, kissing the crown of your head before catching your lips.

"Well now I got you back, and you are mine.."

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cookiescribble · 1 year

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Just a Little Chilly (Dick Grayson x Male!Reader)

A/N: Hello there! This is not only the very first published fic on this blog, but also my first x reader fic so please be nice <3 Also, I used Brenton Thwaites's Nightwing as a reference but this version of Dick Grayson is mainly written with my own masterpiece of headcanons in mind. Enjoy! <3

-Mod Ghost

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I was reading in the library when I heard the telltale signs of Dick coming home from patrol,

The entrance to the cave opening, the sighing, the shivering—

wait a minute.

I stood up from the corner where I'd been for the past few hours while my boyfriend was out, nearly passing Tim and Jason playing chess. I guess this was one of the days they were getting along with each other. I looked between the two of them, as if they had the answer.

“Hey, do you guys hear that?”

Both of them turned to look at me, a bewildered expression on each of their faces.

“Huh??” Tim was the first to actually speak, staring up at me like I had three heads.

"Hear what?" Jason happened to speak up at the same time, which made them stare at each other as if they were wondering when they became the twins from The Shining.

I sighed softly, they might have been too focused on beating each other at the game to hear the racket. Or I might not have been as focused on my book as I thought.

“Nothing, I’m gonna go find Dick. Let me know who wins.” I ruffle Tim’s hair then run off through the study and the living room to catch Dick at the bottom of the stairs.

“Dickie!” I called, running up to him and grabbing his arm to get him to turn around. He stopped shuffling along and turned to look at me, trembling and wet with his hair plastered to his forehead.

“What happened to you??” I ask softly as I push his hair back away from his face, cupping his cheeks which nearly startled him. As if he wasn’t fully aware that I was there.

“Huh?? Oh-I, I, uh, was f-fight-t-ing F-freeze and uh—i-it was obv-v-viously c-c-cold.” he stuttered and slurred through his words, his entire body quivering.

“Jeez, okay, c’mon, let’s get you warmed up.” I tutted as I led him up the stairs and down the hall to his room, helping him tug his suit off as soon as the door was closed completely. Immediately, I helped him into pajamas and a hoodie, rubbing along his arms to help his body heat rise.

“I’m not totally sold on the fact that it was just cold, my love. You’re soaking wet and your suit is, too. I’m not trying to scold you or anything, I just need to know how to take care of you.” I whispered to him, leaning up to kiss his forehead before sitting him down on his bed and grabbing a pair of my fuzzy socks to help him put them on.

“W-Well, while I was trying to um…to bring him in, I…I…” he trailed off, letting out a long yawn.

“Shit, okay, we’ll talk about it later. Let me see if I can find Alfred, he can make something warm for you.” I hissed under my breath, noticing the signs of hypothermia as I stood up from where I was kneeling. I hoped that we’d caught it early enough that he would be okay—

I stopped in my tracks when I felt his shaking hand wrap around my wrist, turning to look at him.

“Don’t…Don’t leave me…Please, Y/N…” He begged weakly, looking up at me with wide watery eyes.

“Alright, move over, I’m coming. Don’t worry, I’m right here.” I spoke quietly as I immediately started opening up the blanket just enough to shuffle underneath it with him then pulling him close to me. “Shh, it’s okay, c’mere.”

As soon as I was underneath the covers with him, he clung to me and pressed his head against my chest while I shushed him. Considering he was taller, he was a bit scrunched but I could tell that he wanted the comfort of being close to me. I gently combed my fingers through his hair, my other arm wrapped around his back to keep him close to me.

“I haven’t been that scared on a patrol in a long time. I couldn’t stop thinking that I was gonna die, Y/N. That I wouldn’t come back to you…”

“Hey,” I tilted his chin up, forcing him to make eye contact with me as I held him there, “You’re here, and I am not letting you out of my sight until I know that you’re okay. Got it?”

He nodded meekly, before I let him tuck his head back against me. I took out a thermometer that I kept in a makeshift first-aid kit under the bed and stuck it under his tongue, waiting until the little device let out a soft beep.

I slid it back out to take a look, seeing that it was 95 degrees fahrenheit. If there was any sign of hypothermia before, I was less concerned now seeing that he was warm enough to be considered normal for a human.

It was a long time before I heard him again, and even then, his voice was soft and he sounded like he was half asleep.

“There is a way that both of us could warm up pretty fast, if you wanted to try that, y’know…” Dick suggested, grinning from ear to ear as he peeked up at me.

I laughed and playfully nudged him, shaking my head as I rubbed my hand over his back under his shirt to help him continue to warm up.

“I’m not cold, Richard, but it seems like someone’s starting to feel better, huh?” I teased, unable to help the laughter that escaped. It comforted me to hear him making jokes, like he was slowly getting back to his normal self.

“Maybe. I guess we’ll just shelf that idea for later then, but don’t think I’m about to fuhgettaboutit,” Dick drawled the end of his sentence in a thicker accent than his usual bit of New Jersey twang and I nearly started cackling as Alfred knocked and came into the room.

“Is everything alright in here, Master Dick? Master Y/L/N?” He asked in a much more proper tone than the one Dick had just used, holding two mugs filled with something warm and sweet smelling.

“Yes, Alfred, thank you. What’s in these?” I answered before Dick could speak up, taking the Blüdhaven mug with the bisexual flag on it that I assumed was my partner’s so I could hand it over to him before taking the other one.

“For Master Dick, I have made Egyptian Chamomile and for you, I have made English Breakfast. Made to your taste, of course.” Alfred explained, watching Dick start to drink his. “I will leave you two alone now, however, Master Bruce has requested my help in the Bat Cave. I trust that Master Dick is going to be in good hands?” Him and I made eye contact over Dick’s head as I nodded, giving Alfred a smile as he started to leave.

“Thank you very much, Al.”

“You’re welcome, sir.” Was the last thing he said before he closed the door again, which made me turn my attention back to the man currently sitting on top of me.

It looked like he was going to fall asleep in his mug, his slow sips and half opened eyes giving him away.

I chuckled and kissed the top of his head, carefully taking the mug from him without spilling what was left of his tea so I could set it aside and laying back on the bed so he could be more comfortable but keeping him in the blanket burrito with me.

As he slowly drifted off, he let his back relax to lay a bit more comfortably. “Goodnight, Dickie.” I whispered up to him, kissing just under his chin. Within 10 minutes, he was out like a light with his head on the pillow just above mine as he finally fell into a deep state of sleep.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x male reader #batfamily #batfam #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #tim drake #fanfiction #dc comics #brenton thwaites #dc universe #dc titans #dc fanfic #also i looked up a floor plan of wayne manor just for this #i'm so normal about him #anyway enjoy #mod ghost #ghosty

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Rescue Titus

Author's note: This is the next part of the Bully(ing) Cato Sicarius fic. Other fics here

tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts

warnings: none? Please ask me to tag something if I missed something

summary: You discover some inconsistencies, and begin to research further

You stare at the dataslate that holds a seemingly endless amount of paperwork for you to do. Despite normally finding form-work like this to be soothing, if not a little dull when the information contained within isn’t stuff that you need to know, or find interesting to read about… You’ve been unable to focus for more than ten minutes at a time, before your mind wanders. While you are safely tucked away in the fortress monastery of the White Consuls - a successor chapter of the Ultramarines - Cato, Demetrian and most of the second company are currently deployed, fighting against the Tyranid menace that threatens to consume the entire galaxy, if they are not stopped.

You want nothing more than to believe with all your heart and soul that both of your lovers will come home whole, healthy and victorious… But you’ve seen the ravaged, stripped wastelands that a Tyranid hive fleet can reduce entire systems down to, if they are not driven off of the worlds they attempt to consume and killed or driven out of the system entirely. You’ve seen some of the reports of entire chapters of Astartes being wiped out by Tyranids. Not just a squad of astartes. Not just a company of Astartes, but entire chapters of Astartes being killed and consumed by this insectoid menace from beyond the void of night.

The Tyranid threat is so intense that you’ve found yourself murmuring prayers to the God-Emp-... To Him on Terra, despite having been ordered not to do so by Lord Guilliman (he himself who brings victory wherever he goes. The last loyal son of the Emperor. More than a few worlds consider him to be a deity as well, though subordinate to Him on Terra). You… You try not to give into that temptation, but your faith has been something that you’ve been taught is Right and Just… Abandoning it has left a void that you grieve, especially when you are left alone to your thoughts.

You had not been left without a protector entirely, though the escort you have been given is not one you would have chosen. You peek at Sargeant Leandros from the corners of your eyes, careful to keep your head turned toward the dataslate in your hands and suppress another sigh from leaving your lips… Wait, what was that you just read? You blink, straightening out of your stupor a little as you refocus on the first of the series of reports that the advanced scouts into the next system to be re-integrated into the greater Imperium of Man. The one that is currently fighting to stay out of the endless maw of the Tyranid Swarm.

“My lady?” Sergeant Leandros asked, his helmeted gaze snapping to you as he noted your movement. “Has something caught your attention?”

“It has… I’ll need to cross-reference what this says, with what the others have sent to me… But I think that - ah. Things may be more fraught than they first appear in the sector where most of the Indomitus fleet is currently embattled.” You respond, reading through the information as quickly as you can without skipping words or whole phrases that could be key.

The Ultramarine is immediately at your side, reading over your shoulder from the way he leans into your personal space. “What do you mean?”

“There was a recent change in power, in the past few years. The cause of the switch over had something to do with an Inquisitor and a suspected gene-stealer Cult that the former Governor may or may not have had ties with. Or at least, that’s what the Inquisitor said. You and I both know how accurate Inquisitors can be when they want something, and-... Huh… Can you bring up a list of Ordo Hereticus Inquisitors who have gone missing or were presumed to be killed in that and the nearby surrounding sectors, please? There’s something about this Lady Evergleam that bothers me.” You answer, the mild frown on your face deepening.

“Yes ma’am.” Leandros answered, snapping you a quick salute.

Despite your reservations about the sergeant, there are aspects to him that are endearing… Mostly when he reminds you of Demetrian, or Cato. One of the corners of your mouth lift up into a small smile “Thank you, Sergeant.”

Months of careful planning and research had led up to this moment. You walked confidently into the large throne room and called out “Lady Inquisitor.” There is a professional smile on your face, and ice in your eyes as you walk over to where Lady Evergleam, Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus was currently standing “What is it that you are doing?”

Lady Evergleam was far too close to a helmet-less and visibly uncomfortable Demetrian, the latter of whom was leaning away from the powerful baseline woman.

The Inquisitor had one hand lightly touching his chest plate, the other raised, likely to signal several of her retinue who were standing in different points in the room. She took a half-step away from Titus and lowered her hands, answering with an equally professional smile “Merely inspecting one of the Ultramarines off-duty, as the others are helping doing clean up while dealing with the aftermath of the xenos invasion.” She looks you up and down, raising an eyebrow at you “From your dress and brazenness and interrupting me during my sacred duties, you must be Lord Guilliman’s head diplomat.”

You had gotten an SOS message from Demetrian, just before you had been about to present certain information to Lord Guilliman. You’d handed him a dataslate that had a copy of the information that you had gathered before informing him that you needed to help Titus out of an awkward social situation.

Lord Guilliman had been amused and had allowed you to leave, a light chuckle rumbling from the Primarch and a warm if small smile on his face.

You had used the serfs’ paths in this palace to get to where Titus was faster than using the general access hallways and rooms that were much more winding and circuitous. Your eyes narrow a little as you walk purposefully towards Demetrian, placing yourself between him and the handsy Inquisitor. You are still smiling politely at her “I am indeed one of the diplomats who work directly for the IMperial regent, yes.” You scrutinize her further before answering “I have reviewed inspection protocols, of which you are in violation of several. Lieutenant Titus, should he require Inquisitorial Inspection, should have an Ultramarine Apothecary and Chaplain present. Additionally his superior officer may be in attendance as well, or at the very least should have been informed of this inspection beforehand, which he has not.”

“... Lieutenant Titus? Last I heard he is a captain.” Lady Evergleam inquired, a confused expression flashing across her face.

Your eyes narrow a little more at the incongruity. Titus shifts a bit behind you. You want to reach out and hold one of his hands, but that would be a breach of etiquette that neither you nor he can afford at the moment. “How strange. I would think that an Inquisitor such as yourself would keep up to date on such things. Besides, Even if Titus was a captain, his superior officer would be the chapter master who had not been informed of your… Inspection, either.”

She bristles at your tone, her eyes narrowing some “And just what are you trying to imply, you silver-tongued -”

You deliberately interrupt her, to provoke her further “Only that you have breached protocols several times, and have outdated information. Which is ill-fitting of an Inquisitor of your status, Lady Evergleam.”

“If you are accusing me of something,stop dancing around the point, you Ultramarine branded harlot!” Evergleam hissed, glaring harder at you.

Normally, an Inquisitor glaring at you like that would make you nervous. But Cato’s voice rumbled in the earpiece you were wearing “I’m in position. Father is coming. Time to unmask her in front of her court.”

Your smile turns sharp “You are not who you claim to be. After all, Lady Evergleam has been listed as KIA for over a hundred and twenty years. Her ship was destroyed along with everyone aboard her ship after the ship’s Gellar fields fell during a warm storm. You may have taken her face and voice, but you are not her. Nor are your companions her true retinue.”

“How dare you accuse me of being an IMposter! I will have you arrested for the sheer cheek! Guards -” The false lady Inquisitor growled, playing every inch the offended and innocent party “Guards! Arrest this woman! We must have been displaced in time and the wreckage of another ship and crew were found and mistaken to be myself and my retinue.”

“So you still claim to be Inquisitor Evergleam?” You press, raising an eyebrow at this interloper. She had been playing petty tyrant on this world for several years. Even if she was who she claimed to be. Her actions since she claimed dominion over this world had earned her a swift execution.

"I don't claim to be anyone. I am Inquisitor Amela Evergleam!" The Inquisitor growled, "And you're one to talk about people being declared KIA, Lt. Titus here was declared KIA on Graia, during the Ork invasion of that world." She huffed.

"He was taken into Inquisitorial custody, actually," Primarch Guilliman called out, resplendent in the Armor of Fate, the Sword of the God Emperor in hand and unsheathed, psychic flames dancing along the blade, "That Inquisitor lied about Demetrian's status, among other things, for which he was killed. You stand accused of subverting the resources of an Imperial Word, Inquisitor. How do you plead?"

Evergleam sputters indignantly (and probably from fear. The cool fury of a Primarch is no small thing to bear the brunt of). "We have been trying to fulfill the Imperial Tithes imposed upon us. But recent seasons have been harsh, and an illness has been running rampant among the populace. I offer what we can spare, so as to not starve and slowly kill those left alive, my lord," She paused for several moments before falling to her knees, hands clasped together as if in prayer, "Lord Primarch, I took control of this world due to the mismanagement and foolishness of it's previous rulers. I have been working day and night for three years since I took governorship, to fix what I can... I have been plagued by bureaucratic bloat and internal obstruction and sabotage. I swear on all I hold dear that i have been doing all I can do-"

She fell silent as the Lord Primarch lifted his free hand in a silencing gesture. "Cease your begging and self-aggrandizement. My agents infiltrated your government months ahead of my arrival, to discern the truth of things. I declare that you have been found wanting. I offer you a choice: either you retire and live in quiet luxury, away from the halls of power of this or any other Imperial World... Or I will end your life now. Choose."

Guilliman underlined his words by pointing the tip of the Emperor's Blade at the kneeling Inquisitor, staring down at her, his face an inscrutable mask.

The Inquisitor froze on her knees, eyes wide. Her retinue had scattered away from her at the Primarch's approach, falling to their knees in terrified supplication, "My... my Lord Regent, is there no way I can prove myself an able planetary governor?"

"No, Choose. Wealthy retirement or execution." Guilliman rumbled, unwavering and unreadable.

"I... I will... I will retire quietly, Lord Regent and I thank you for your mercy. I don't know how or why you feel that I failed you, Imp-"

She was cut off by a frown on Guilliman's face, her own growing paler, "Cease. Talking. You need to pack your personal belonging and leave the governor's mansion by the end of the day. Begone." He commanded.

Lady Evergleam scramble up onto her feet and fled, her staff scurrying after her. The rest of her court immediately begin to whisper and murmur to one another.

A particularly ambitious looking nobleman dares to approach the still thunderously frowning Lord Guilliman, for reasons you can guess at. Your focus, however, is drawn to Demetrian, as he places a large, armored hand on one of your shoulders. You look up into his eyes, smiling gently.

“You came…” He breathed.

“You called.” You answered, smiling gently up at him. “Cato is watching, nearby. Care to go for a walk with me, lieutenant? It’s a tad crowded in here for my tastes, and the Imperial Regent is going to be busy sorting out this lot for some time, I think.”

Titus hummed in agreement, the hand he had on your shoulder sliding gently down to your elbow “It would be my honor, my lady.” WIth that you and he walk into the meticulously cared for gardens.

A tall, broad blue and gold blur slams into Titus as soon as the doors close, hiding you and him from sight.

Titus lets out a startled “Fuck! What the -”

“Shut. Up.” Growled Cato, holding the older Marine in close, a low, warning rumble in his voice “That SOS you sent both of us worried the fuck out of me. Last time you were that close to an Inquisitor, you went missing for three centuries. If Father hadn’t ordered me to watch through a damn sniper’s scope I would’ve-”

“Done something reckless and stupid?” Demetrian teases, pressing his forehead to Cato’s, pulling you in to hug you as well.

One of Cato’s arms wraps around you, the other still holding tightly to Titus. “No. All of my moves are calculated and well thought out.”

“You’re just awful at math, half of the time.” Demetrian teased, a crooked grin on his face.

“Oi! Slander! Dearheart, he’s bullying me! And that’s after getting cornered by that shitty bitch whose been stalking him for weeks. I knew that she was planning something. You just thought it was because she was grateful you saved her life. I knew it was some kind of shady shit. Inquisitors are trouble.” Cato groused.

You chuckle and go up on your tiptoes, kissing both of your beloveds on the neck, which was the highest point that you could kiss both of them, while they were in their armor. Especially since Demetrian had crossed the Rubicon Primaris. He’d somehow gotten even taller. “I think we can head home. What do you think loves?”

“Yeah. We’re off-duty, officially and Father is being watched over by the fourth company. I don’t envy Ventris. When father starts yelling like that, he gets… Really intense.” Cato rumbled.

“Poor lad. He really has some shite luck. Hopefully he won’t be harassed by either of the Lunatics after his ass, now that Father has taken the Imperial Helm.” Demetrian sighed, shaking his head a little.

“Blegh. We’ve already fought Tyranids. Please don’t try to summon Renegades, or throne forbid Chaos down upon us. They are annoying as shit to fight.” Cato grumbled.

You smile softly as you hold hands with both of your lovers, enjoying listen to the two of them bicker and banter with one another, occasionally teasing one or both of them as well. They tease you back, of course.

#my writing #bully(ing) cato sicarius au #demetrian titus #cato sicarius #roboute guilliman #fem reader #reader insert #writing prompt #titus x reader #cato x reader #titus x reader x cato #leandros

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rae-pottah · 1 year

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I Just Stood There.

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Rossi's daughter! reader

Y/n = your name

L/n = your last name

Warnings: she/her pronouns, shitty writing?,fluff.

Summary: after embarrassing herself in front of her crush, Y/n rants to Penelope, bad idea.

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*Y/n's POV*

Hanging out with my dad's coworkers was fun. Except when it came to my tiny little small incy weenie crush on Dr. Spencer Reid... And I think everyone knows...

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Meeting the BAU team was a blast! I had been coming by to see my dad, seeing as how we don't spend much time together anymore.

First I bumped into SSA Derek Morgan, and Tech nerd Penelope Garcia:

"He-llo, momma!" said Morgan

"Don't scare her away already hot stuff!" Penelope hit his arm "Hi honey bunches, I'm Penelope, this is Derek, who are you? Are you a newbie?"

"Haha! No, I'm Y/n, I'm here to see my father!" I laugh, they looked confused

Next, SSA Jennifer Jareau (otherwise known as JJ) and SSA Emily Prentiss

"Who's this?" JJ asks Garcia

"This is Y/n, she's here to see her father!" Garcia tells her, confused. None of them letting me speak JJ asks

"Who's her father?" With a confused face as well

"Wh-" Garcia starts to ask me a question when my Father, and Uncle Aaron walked in

"UNCLE AARON!" I ran up to him and jump hugged him

I could see my dad off to the side holding his arms open with a playful confused/hurt look on his face, looking from side to side

"No hug for dear old dad, no sirey, just here for the money" he said sarcastically to no one

"Glad you know" I joked, and gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek

"So I have lunch I was hoppiii-" I stuttered off as I watched a beautiful man, a genius, a fluffy haired, angelic, smart, kind man walk by me, his name

Doctor Spencer fuckin Reid

"Aaand she's gone" my dad said bringing me back to reality, now noticing everyone smiling at me, him not even noticing I'm here put his stuff down at his desk

"Wwwhat his papers are insanely good" I whispered looking at my shoes

"Well, I'd still like to know what the hell is going on?!" Morgan asks

"This is one of my daughters from my second marriage" he finishes the sentence with a kiss to my head

"Also I already knew your names, my father has prepared me well" I laughed

"Huh and I guess you know pretty boy?" Morgan asks with a smirk, still working at his desk (I'd have to meet him later) I nodded quickly with a blush

"I think she knows him more than she knows any of you, and she's actually met you guys now" my father answers, while everyone starts "oouu" -ing and laughing, I just blushed with my head down

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I eventually met Spencer when everyone came to our house for a cook out, walking backward with a chair isn't a good idea when you can't see behind you.

"OUFF" hit a wall, wait... walls don't make noises

I put the chair down and turn around "OH MY GoD, Im So SorRy" my voice cracked as I spoke to the man in front of me "Are you okay?" I asked

"Haha yeah I'm fine, it was my fault anyway, I wasn't looking where I was going. You're Y/n right?" I instantly blushed

"y-yeah I am, Doctor Spencer Reid, if I'm not incorrect?"

"yes!" He smiled, absolutely beautiful. He helped me move the chair and we talked slightly, me stuttering the entire time.

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Again visiting my father at work, today was gonna be a good day.

I was getting ready to turn the corner to my fathers office when I ran into someone

"Sor- oh hi" it's like his ears were hurting, why do I have to run into you while I'm thinking about what a domesticated you would look like

"Hi, how are you?" He must have just woke up because his voice was deep as hell, and he had dark circles under his beautiful brown eyes

"-hi-" I couldn't think of anything else to say, I walked away quickly

"Hey can we go for lunch?" I asked my dad quickly

"Sorry kid, we got a case" disappointing but at least I can talk to Garcia alone (we've become good friends)

A while after they left:

I just walked straight into Garcia's office

"I SAID HI, TWICE" I said terrified

"Woah woah woah, what are we flipping out about" she looked very concerned

"I said hi twice! We bumped into each other and I said 'oh hi' and he said 'hi, how are you?' And I JUST SAID HI AGAIN?! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO REDUCE MY IQ TO 3?!"

"Wai- you mea-" I cut her off

"Spencer! Yes! Duh! Why does he have to be so hot and smart and adorable, I mean have you read his paper on quantum physics?! Only a perfect man could be that smart and THAT HOT!" I flopped on the couch in her bat cave

"Okay, baby doll, please don't be mad at me, I tried to tell you!" Only then did I look down to see the little red light being produced from the phone

"No."

"Yes." She said in a sorry voice

"Who are you on the phone with?" I asked nervously

"Oh! Actually hotch!"

"I'm not afraid to remove your knee caps Uncle Aaron." I said dangerously

"I'll help her hide the body!" Garcia shouted

"Ha.Ha. you want the bad news or good news?"

We stayed quiet

"Okay bad news is, the entire time Garcia's been on speaker, including the time that you ranted about boy genius, also bad news I'm sitting around everyone"

I could have cried until he said

"Good news is, is he can't stop smiling"

"EA" I let out a small yelp from Garcia nudging me and the information.

"You'll have to wait till we get back to ask her out, Rossi quit death staring him, you already knew, here's your fifty"

I ran out of the room and home, soon enough a couple days later there was a knock at my apartment door

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year

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here, have this little drabble that was totally not going to be for mine and my moots little 500 word challenge at the end of the month but was too long

steddie / T / 768 words

It was Dustin’s idea, actually.

Well...kinda.

He just wanted Steve to finally play D&D with them, but Steve was gonna take it and run with it.

What better way to show a Dungeon Master you have big sappy feelings for him other than through the game itself? What could go wrong?

The Hellfire leader was the second of the older teens to come out to the party after everything happened with Vecna (following a similar confession from Steve himself), and Steve has been floundering ever since. Back and forth between ‘Oh my god, I actually have a chance with him.’ and ‘What am I talking about, he wouldn’t go for me.’

It was Dustin’s insistent nagging, the “C’mon Steve, Eddie would freak out if you said you wanted to play!”, and a suspicious ‘Does he know I’ve got a big stupid crush on his DM?’ squint at the kid that led them all here, to Steve’s basement.

It was just a oneshot with the kids (even Robin is there, heckling them all from the sidelines), and after a grueling battle with a dragon (and math), they were conferring with their quest-giver and NPC Eddie’s been voicing, Princess Edina, about their reward.

“As for your reward Sir Stephan,” Eddie says in a goofy high-pitched voice, looking down at him from where he’s standing behind his screen. “I believe you are owed a kiss for your efforts.” he tilts his head down, “Only if you still desire one.”

Steve seizes the opportunity.

His stomach is simultaneously wound up in tight knots and completely liquified with nerves, but he stands on wobbly knees, steps around the corner of the table, and reaches up to brush a stay curl out of Eddie’s face, the rest of his hand following the motion to cup his face.

Eddie seems to melt into the touch, swaying forward briefly before freezing completely in his hold when Steve murmurs, “That I do.”, against his lips.

Steve’s eyes fly open when Eddie shoves him backward, hard, and storms off up the stairs.

“Dude.” Mike’s voice pulls Steve’s attention from the stairs. “What the hell was that??”

Steve shakes his head and darts up the stairs to more protests and wild complaints.

“Eddie!”

There’s a chilly breeze that falls over him when he reaches the top, luring him out the still slightly open sliding back door.

Eddie’s sitting on one of the abandoned sunchairs, shoulders stiff, staring off into the woods behind the house.

“Eds?”

“What the fuck was that, Steve?”

He lets out a long breath. “I’m sorry Eddie, I get it if you hate me now, completely understandable, I just…” he trails off. There is no excuse.

“There’s no excuse, Eddie. I’m sorry. I wanted to show you I could be into your nerd things, and have the opportunity to–”

“Opportunity to what?” Eddie’s voice is sharp, his shoulders hiking up against his ears.

“I dunno, woo you? Sweep you off your feet or something.. And now all I've done is assault you in front of a herd of teenagers.”

“And why would King Steve wanna do that, huh? What could you have possibly gained from ‘woo-ing’ the Freak, huh?”

“I just thought–”

“You thought it’d be funny to make fun of me during the one thing I really have for myself?”

“Make fun of y— No, Eddie, never! ...I didn’t think I’d ever have a chance with you unless I…played D&D with you.” he finishes lamely.

After a beat, Eddie says, “‘S’not funny, man.”

“I’m being serious, Eddie.”

The way he says it must have indicated something to the other man, because his shoulders start to fall as he slowly turns to face Steve.

“I’m being so serious, Eddie.” he repeats, stepping forward with each following statement. “I am so serious about the way I feel about you. So serious about the way my stomach turns to Jello whenever you’re around.”

Steve lowers himself next to Eddie on the lounge chair slowly, as if he’s some skittish creature. “So serious about wanting to kiss you.”

Eddie’s eyes dart all over his face, and Steve lets himself be examined. Eyes falling over every part of Eddie’s face in turn.

When he does come to his conclusion, Eddie’s hands come up to either side of Steve's face.

His hands are chilled from the wind around them, and Steve’s hands grasp onto them on instinct, attempting to warm them with his own.

“Can I kiss you, Steve?”

Steve grins the best he can, given his cheeks are squished between Eddie’s palms, “I thought you’d never ask.”

#steve would totally flirt with all eddie's NPCs #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #st #steddie drabble #stranger things #noelle writes

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aviradasa · 8 months

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Love long lost Pt2

Aaravos x Fem!reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

{angst} @delusional-mushroom @hubba-hubba1 @jellyfishxxi

Warnings: blood, wounds, depicted Self inflicted wounds,

Hey my little goblins guess what time it is! Time for my ass to post part 2!! I am honestly loving this little mini series so I've decided a part 3 maybe 4 will be seen in the near future lol. Anyways I hop you all enjoy and thank you for your patience also I will be @ ing all the folks who ask me to!

Ps: don't forget to leave a request! I will be linking my masterlist here please read it before requesting! Anyways have a happy read!

Masterlist

Pt 1 linked here

Pt three linked here

Pt 4 linked here

It takes a moment for my eyes to open again but when they don't see the stone walls of the storm spire, No all I see is that I am in an old Human tavern, As I look around everything has a blue tint-like that of the magic that Aarvos used on me, looking around i see large groups of human and elves sitting at tables, drinking, talking, and listening to the upbeat music, I can even smell the various foods being Cooked in the back the rich scents wafting about and mixing assisting in making the atmosphere even more warm and inviting.

I walk through the tavern and head to the front bar and take a seat in front of the barmaid. I don't know where I am, it seems familiar but I just can't place it. I need to know why Aaravos sent me here and why.

“ Hey, there miss, busy night huh?” I ask the barmaid, earning no response. Maybe she just didn't hear me over the music, I think to myself so I decided it best to possibly try and ask again. “ hey miss, it sure is a busy night huh?” I ask once more. The barmaid does not react at all and I start to wonder if she even knows it there. She has to know I’m there. I'm sitting right in front of her, maybe she just isn't in the talking mood. I think to myself as I stand up, I walk over to a human man who is sitting at a table with some other people and way my hand in front of his face earning no response. He just continues talking to the other folks at the table, and that's when the panic starts to seep in.

I run table to table seat to seat tapping, screaming, hitting everyone I see but I get no reaction each time, no one in the tavern can see me, hear me, or feel me. I am simply a phantom in this place. Once I've exhausted my options I run to the door of the tavern and try to yank it open to no avail, I tug and pull, kick, punch, and scratch at the door until my nails are shredded and bleeding alongside my knuckles, leaving bloody scratch marks on the tavern door as I weep, not just because of the pain I've inflicted upon myself in the moment, but because I am trapped in this place alone and scared. What makes it even worse is that Aaravos put me here and I still have no idea why.

A few moments pass and I wipe my tear-stained face, and take a seat at a darkened table in the back of the tavern. It almost seems like the light from the firepit in the middle of the room is too fearful to illuminate the spot . Once I take my seat the sound of the music in the tavern is changed to a more eerie circus-like sound as one of the bards step onto the stones surrounding the firepit. It appears he is a moonshadow elf mage. Suddenly he casts a spell and The room dims slightly as he begins to speak.

“My good friends old and new, We have a special show for you tonight, filled with frights, lights, and One of the most beautiful creatures of the night. You know her,you love her, she's the one and only Y/n!” he says as a black sheet appears on the floor in front of him. The mage sprinkles some sort of powder onto the sheet before grabbing the corner of it. The mage lifts the sheet spinning it elaborately, sending the purple dust into the air of the tavern giving the little light in the dim room a purple glow before he dramatically throws the sheet into the air, revealing an elven girl dressed as a dancer. Posing in the middle of the room as the whole tavern erupted into cheers.

“y/n?..” I ask myself, I'm confused in every way possible, but before I can think about what I'm witnessing I hear someone speak.

“Amature magic at its best.” I hear an oddly familiar voice say beside me, I jump in my seat turning my head so fast I could have broken my neck. I know that voice anywhere but could it be? My whole body freezes in place as I stare at the figure In the seat next to me, they are wearing a very elaborate cloak with an odd symbol on the hood. They are sipping from a tankard, with their eyes glued to the girl in the middle of the room. But just as I look back to the middle of the room the performer turns her head and everything goes black.

I awakened once more in a forest, it had the same blue haze as the tavern did but this time it was lighter than before. I spin around slowly taking in my surroundings but stop suddenly. Right in front of me is a small pond in a small clearing of the forest, it is surrounded by many types of Xadian flowers and plants being illuminated by the moonlight that is cast upon the small pond’s waters, and standing beside the pond with their back facing me is that same cloaked figure from the tavern.

Suddenly I hear a voice quite like mine call out in a whispered shout, “Aaravos is that you?” the voice says, the cloaked figure turns around and takes down their hood revealing the familiar elf, he looked nothing like he did when I saw him through the mirror, his skin is a more vibrant purple and the star freckles on his face glow brighter than they had when I saw him, his hair is neater and pulled out of his face, its held in place by a golden circlet. He looks divine and ethereal, he almost looks like he shouldn't belong to Xadia, but some far-away planet that we could never even dream of.

I turn around to see the elven performer girl from the tavern, this time I can see her face clearly she looks like me.., but I only see her for a moment as a smile creeps onto her face and she runs to him wrapping her arms around his neck, he returns the embrace and her smile as he wraps his arms around her waist and spins her around for a moment as their laughter intertwined with the wind. She shares my voice and from what I saw my face. But how can this be, Who is she? I wonder as I watch the scene play out. But once her feet touch the ground, their laughter fades and it all goes black once more.

This time I woke up in a cave. I take a moment to gather myself and let my eyes adjust to the darkened area before I feel comfortable to stand. I hastily make my way to the cave entrance and look out and see the edge of a new forest. I hear a loud crack and snap my head in the direction of the sound. I can't make out much but the light the stars provide is enough to illuminate two silhouetted figures moving through the trees in a panic. the taller one dragging the other by the wrist as they run, I have a good idea by now of who those two figures are and I am proven correct when they enter the cave.

They are both visibly disheveled with her hair being knotted with twigs leaves and mud, her clothing is freshly ripped and torn, and she has cuts, bruises, and blood scattered along her skin. His appearance is similar, but his hair is less messy and his clothing is more dirty than tattered, though they share the same amount of wounds it seems. “Aaravos…What did you do.” the girl says wiping away tears but smearing the blood and dirt on her skin more by accident. He doesn't respond to her, he just looks away avoiding eye contact. She visibly gets frustrated and shoves him with all the force she can muster as she chokes out a sob. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” She screams at him through tears.

He still doesn't look at her nor does he respond. He doesn't even seem affected by her shove or screams, he just stands there. She approaches him once more and hits his chest “YOU BASTARD TELL ME WHAT YOU DID! WHY? WHY WON’T YOU TELL ME.” she screams again, I jump back When all of a sudden he snaps back “ I DID WHAT NEEDED TO BE DONE!” he screams back at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her into the cave wall behind them as she chokes out another sob. “Let go, please… Let go, it hurts.” she cries. He drops her and she collapses onto the ground as he turns his back to her slamming his fists into the cave's jaggad walls. He didn't flinch once his blood started pouring out of the wounds he just placed his head against his bloody forearm and let it bleed, as his love cried in the background.

Then once more the scene went dark. But this time i did not appear in another memory.

I feel myself being shaken awake “y/n! y/n wake up are you ok? Y/n! Guys she's waking up!” I hear Raylas voice call out as my eyes drift open. I take a sharp breath as I come to and I shoot upright. Grabbing onto Raylas shoulder for support and i take in deep rapid breaths i feel a stinging on my forehead and when i reach up to touch it,it burns my fingertips. When i get my bearings I look around at everyone with a fearful,and shocked expression.

“You guys aren't gonna believe me when I tell you what I just saw.”

#tdp #tdp rayla #tdp s1 #tdp spoilers #aaravos #tdp callum #tdp s5 #tdp claudia #aaravos the dragon prince #the dragon prince #aaravos x reader #startouched elf

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rattymess · 1 year

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Kabedon-ing Headcanons w/ Moon Knight System

Genre: Fluff (but it might get a leeeetol explicit ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )) Pairing(s): Steven Grant x Reader; Marc Spector x Short!Reader; Jake Lockley x Tall!Reader Summary: In which you want to kabedon the moon boys Word Count: 1500-ish Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing, (I can't think of any more at the moment) Author's Note: I thought of this at the late hours of the night (as rats tend to do) ┬┴┬┴┤(･_ ├┬┴┬┴ ...anyways, here's a youtube link if you don't know what a kabedon is: https://youtube.com/shorts/YpoqG_VBNas?si=Wywo9pQ2clL6ZbsW

STEVEN GRANT:

You’re both getting ready to go home after your shift at the museum

As he’s fiddling with his coat, you remember a video you saw on the internet and stare mischievously at Steven

“Hey, Steven?” You motion for him to come closer

He stops adjusting his coat, putting all of his attention on you

“Yeah, love?”

“Do you know what a kabedon is?”

He’s a bit confused, eyebrows furrowing inquisitively at your question

“K-Kabedon? What’s that?”

Seeing your shit-eating grin, he gets a little nervous and starts fiddling with his fingers

“You’ll love it,” you say as you take his hands in yours

Honestly, he wouldn’t be that anxious if you weren’t quietly chuckling so hard

“Move by that corner of the wall over there.”

“H-Huh? Oh, okay”

“Put your hands together like this,” you say as you grip your hands together

He’s sweating a little but he cautiously does what you say

“Put one of your hands up, Steven.”

He gulps

“Steven, I’m not going to kill you. Come on.”

Trembling, his right hand slowly lifts up from his hold

You slide your right hand into his, holding his fist

“Now that wasn’t so bad, right, Steven?”

A little bit flustered by your touch, he clears his throat

“I guess not…but what are you–OH!”

You quickly lift your right hand onto the wall above, teasingly pushing poor Steven into the corner with your left arm with a small thud

He’s turning red now, a fluttering mess that’s looking everywhere but your face

You hold your right hand still, with little to no resistance from Steven

You gently prod his chin up to stare into your eyes

You examine his face, from his quivering pink lips to his pinkening cheeks to his messy curls that are a little tousled by the wall, and then down to his widening doe eyes that are locked onto yours

“You’re so much cuter up close, Steven.”

“H-Huh?” He sputters out, his brain still trying to get a sense of the predicament he’s in

“I said,” you repeat louder. “You’re so much cuter up close.”

His words get choked up in his throat, rendering him silent

Thinking you might’ve crossed a boundary, you gently put his hands down and swiftly disentangle your hand from his

“I-I’m sorry, Steven. I think I did something I shouldn’t have.”

You back up a step from his figure, lowering your head in shame

“N-NO!”

You look back up, confusion clearly littering across your face

“Please hold my hand again,” Steven blubbered out, desperation clinging to his words

Oh?

You slowly reach your hands out to Steven, as if one wrong move might startle him again

He clasps your hands together, flustered and still a little bit embarrassed after what just occurred

“Guess you really liked it, huh?” You say, grinning ear to ear as you tug him out of the corner

“Yeah,” he replies, reciprocating your grin

“I guess I did.”

MARC SPECTOR:

“Hey, Marc!”

Marc’s normally-scowling face softens as he sees you sprint to him from across the hall

“Can I try something on you?”

“Hm?”

He eyes you cautiously, trying to figure out your intentions. You aren’t usually this chipper

He sighs.

What can you possibly do anyway?

“Fine.”

You bounce on your feet, beaming as you point to his door

“Can I come in?”

He shrugs, fitting his key into the lock and twisting the handle to open the door

“Be my guest.”

Before he can even walk past his doorway, he sees you quickly kick off your shoes before darting into his living room

“STAY RIGHT THERE!” You scream behind your shoulder to Marc

He furrows his eyebrows, crossing his arms as he waits for you. What the hell?

You come back with one of his chairs in your arms

“Sit down.”

You pat the chair in front of you lightly as you place it right in front of the door

Marc cocks his eyebrow, a slight frown evident on his face

“Why?”

You groan.

“Just do it, Marc.”

“Fine, fine.”

He roughly plops himself down onto the chair, arms still crossed

He kind of looks like a primary school child in time-out, honestly

You’re now just at a slightly higher level than him

Looking down, you can tell that he’s calculating your next move based on the way his eyes are trailing you

“Okay, Marc. Hands together,” you instruct, positioning your own hands together to demonstrate

He grumbles, begrudgingly clasping his hands together

“You know I have things to do, right?”

“Right hand up,” you continue, choosing to ignore his previous comment

He rolls his eyes and lifts his hand up

You quickly slide your hand into the space between his fingers, grasping his fist tightly as you pound it above him against the door

“Hey! Wha–!”

Marc thrashes against your grip but to no avail. You’ve got his hands completely incapacitated

“Not so strong now, huh, Spector?” You smugly tease

It’s rare to see him in such a powerless position…you kind of like it

He growls, continuing to pull against your hand

“Let me go,” he snarls, anger pooling in his eyes

“Make me.” You motion towards his hands with your head. “What are you going to do without your precious hands, Spector?”

He looks down and smirks

“This.”

He kicks your feet from under you, causing you to gasp and fall (not so gracefully) onto his lap, hugging him tightly with your free arm

“I’ll use my feet, sweetheart.”

You can feel his deep breaths against your neck. (It's comforting)

Feeling your heart suddenly quicken in your chest due to your close proximity (and the endearing nickname he just so casually muttered out), you quickly scramble off of him, untangling your hands in the process

“W-Well played, Spector,” you stammer out, flustered from the incident just seconds prior. “You win, okay?”

He lowly chuckles, sensing your embarrassment

“Let me try now, sweetheart.”

JAKE LOCKLEY:

(Author's Note: GOOGLE TRANSLATE IS HAVING A FUCKIN FIELD DAY W THIS ONE LMAO)

You were the last passenger of the day for Jake Lockley

But if he has to be honest, he’d rather spend another hour with you than have to close up and head back to his place

Normally, customers would try to keep to themselves, maybe engage in a bit of conversation before ultimately quieting down to a mildly comfortable silence

But you? Yeah, no. You talked about everything

But it wasn’t like you weren’t passively engaging him in the conversation

You can feel Jake indulging your thoughts and stories with his hearty chuckles and tight-lipped grins from the rearview mirror

So, when he finally parked by your street, you were a bit disheartened that you may never see him again

“Jakey?”

“¿Sí?” (Yes?)

“Do you know what a kabedon is?”

He loses himself in thought for a second before shaking his head

“¿No, qué es eso?” (No, what is it?)

You cheekily stare into the rearview mirror to catch his eyes

“Do you wanna know what it is?”

Sensing your teasing behaviour, he cocks his eyebrows in question but slowly nods his head

“Can you come out of the car?” you ask as you begin to pull the door handle to leave

He tuts his tongue against the roof of his mouth in apprehension

“I promise I won’t mug you,” you jokingly quip, climbing out of his car

Hey, what did he have to lose?

Sighing but getting out of his car anyway, Jake breathes in the cold night air as he closes his car door

It's a beautiful night

He fixes his cap as he turns to face you

“¿Que sigue?” (what’s next?)

You grin, glad that he was going to indulge in another one of your stupid shenanigans

“Okay! So, put your hands together, like this,” you direct him, cheeky grin still plastered across your face as you grip your hands together tightly

“Uh huh,” he mumbles as he mimics your actions

“Then put your right hand up.”

“Mm.” He looks intently at your fingers

“And thennnn…” You purposely reach your hand out to clasp his fist, holding it in place

You then quickly and swiftly raise his hands onto the car’s roof, hearing a soft thud and groan as his body comes in contact with the door

“That happens,” You say, hovering over him

You scan his face for any signs of hurt or discomfort (and also because, let’s face it, he’s a pretty attractive guy)

He cracks a smile, letting you see the canines of his teeth (GOD that’s hot)

“Eso era bueno” (that was good)

“Yeah? I saw it on the internet,” you chuckle in relief as you start releasing his hands from your grasp. “I’ve always wanted to try it on someone.”

Jake intensely scans your chuckling figure through his half-lidded eyes, a smirk now gracing his face

Just before you can react to what’s happening, he grabs you by the waist and pushes toward the car door, eliciting an unexpected gasp from you

“Déjame devolver el favor, hermosa/hermoso” (allow me to return the favour, beautiful)

...

(im going to have to assume that they traded numbers after that ‘cuz no way in hell did they just leave that tension unresolved)

#moon knight #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #DEFINITELY NOT BETA-ED ENOUGH #i wrote this at like 1 am so you know its gonna be unhinged as hell

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Kintsugi 13

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, non-idol!au, angst, smut, tiny bit of eventual fluff

Summary: In a fit of spiteful, post-break-up self-improvement, you sign up to a baking class. Yoongi, in a bid to appease his demanding girlfriend, signs up, too. Determined to make him your friend, you end up with more than you ever imagined.

Word count: 7k

Content: just a teeny tiny lil bit of kissing

A/N: I honestly think I'm being way too good to you, given I posted the last chapter like, two days ago. But my little fingies would not be stopped and this came out!!!! So here we are!!! thanks to @quarter-life-crisis2 for beta-ing!

Chapter Twelve | Masterlist | Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Thirteen - Damage Control

Yoongi was lying face down on the sofa when there came a knocking at the door. He ignored it. Anyone he might have been willing to see knew the code to let themselves in. But the knocking didn’t stop. Then there was a louder noise—Yoongi assumed a kick—before silence. If he strained his ears, he could hear the person, on the other side of his door, talking animatedly, perhaps angrily.

Then the knocking started again.

“Yoongi!”

He didn’t recognise the voice at first, not when his name was being screeched like that.

“Let me IN!”

He lifted himself onto his elbows and frowned.

“Suri?” he asked Cherry, who was busy washing herself on the coffee table.

“For fuck’s sake, Yoongi! Open the door!”

There was one reason and one reason only that Suri would be trying to knock down his door and that was if Namjoon had sent her. And if Namjoon had sent her, she would not be going away without a fight. Yoongi didn’t have the energy for a fight. He hauled himself off the sofa with a groan and plodded to the front door.

“Finally,” Suri said, ignoring the need for a greeting and walking straight into his apartment without being invited.

Yoongi blinked at the empty space in front of him for a second or two and then closed the door with a sigh, returning to slump on the other sofa, since Suri had taken the one he had been lying on.

“Are you here to try to cheer me up or something?”

She snorted.

“No. You think Namjoon would have sent me for that job? I think we all know each other better than that.”

“Then what? Talk to me about how happy you and Namjoon are and ask don’t I want that, too?”

“Also no. I assume you get enough of that from Namjoon himself.”

“Tell me off for being an idiot?”

“Sounds like you already know.”

“Fine. I give up. What are you here for?”

Suri shrugged.

“We don’t have to talk about anything if you don’t want.”

Yoongi sat up straight at that and fixed her with a glare, a flash of embarrassed, defensive anger lighting in him.

“I’m being babysat? What, does he think I’m going to fucking kill myself or something if I’m not supervised around the clock?”

“Woah, no, no, it’s not that.” She raised both hands in surrender. “Namjoon wants me to give you a whole talk about being scared of letting people in and stuff like that but, well, like I said, I think we all know each other well enough to know that isn’t going to happen. I’m still not good enough at the letting people in shit to want to tell you anything, to be honest. But Namjoon asked me to come and, if you must know, if I really have to say it, Namjoon is responsible for at least 80% of my happiness these days so I do what he asks me.

“But we don’t have to talk. I’m the last person who should be giving anyone relationship advice, regardless of what he says. So we can just sit here in silence if you like, until Namjoon comes back to pick me up.”

Yoongi relaxed back into the corner of the sofa and shrugged. Suri picked up her phone so he did the same.

“Did Namjoon tell you I'm getting a divorce?” Suri asked after about ten minutes of silence.

“You are? No, he didn’t say.”

“Huh, thought you guys told each other everything.”

Yoongi glanced over but Suri was still scrolling on her phone, feet up on the sofa, not looking back at him.

“Namjoon’s pretty private when it comes to you, actually.”

That got her attention.

“What? He says people tell him he won’t shut up about me.”

“Yeah, about you, about him but not your personal stuff.”

She considered that for a moment before turning back to her phone and letting silence return.

“Am I supposed to say congratulations?” Yoongi asked after a moment or two. “I don’t know what you say for divorce.”

She shrugged.

“Depends on the circumstances, I guess. For me, yeah, it would be congratulations, but I’m not actually divorced yet. Takes months. I’ve just finally done the first bit of it.”

“Well... Congratulations anyway.”

“Thank you.”

“How did Namjoon react when you told him?”

She laughed.

“He was over the fucking moon, as you can imagine.”

Yoongi stopped there and let things settle again for a minute, studiously keeping his eyes trained on his phone, feigning disinterest, when he asked his next question.

“What does it feel like, getting divorced?”

He didn’t look over when she didn’t answer immediately. He wasn’t going to push the matter if she didn’t answer at all. She wasn’t making him talk and he would repay the favour.

“I don’t really feel anything at the moment. Like I said, this is just the first step. All I did was fill out some forms. I’m still married. For now.”

She shrugged and Yoongi nodded as if he understood when he knew that he couldn’t.

Namjoon’s friends had been singularly incensed when he’d told them Suri was married. As if it couldn’t get worse, the situation couldn’t get messier, as if she couldn’t fall any further from grace... but she managed it. He insisted they didn’t understand. He swore up and down that they would understand if they heard the whole story and refused point blank to tell them.

It had made things clearer for Yoongi. He maintained that Namjoon should have kept his distance, should not be getting involved, but he began to see Suri a little differently. Sometimes we carry things around with us that change who we are, that make us do the wrong thing, act the wrong way, hurt the wrong people. It’s still wrong, but you find that you can’t help yourself, can’t stop yourself. Yoongi understood that. And he was going to support Namjoon whatever he chose, even if he made a decision Yoongi didn’t agree with, because that’s what you do.

And now look where they were. Namjoon and Suri sickeningly in love. Suri sitting on Yoongi’s sofa, at Namjoon’s behest. Yoongi as far from that as he had ever been. Farther maybe. He had never had what they had. He wasn’t sure he ever would but that thought made his soul shrivel and blacken and he had been spending far too much time with it recently. He turned back to his phone for idle distraction.

“So... do you want to talk about it?”

They had been sitting in silence for some twenty minutes before she asked.

“Don’t have anything to say.”

Suri hummed, in that irritating way that people did when they didn’t believe you but weren’t going to challenge you.

“What?” Yoongi took up the challenge instead.

“Do you not have anything to say, or do you just not want to say it to me? If it is me, that’s fine; like I said, we don’t have to talk. But there is a reason Namjoon sent me and not anyone else.”

“Because you’ll do whatever he says-”

She laughed, a harsh bark of laughter that disturbed Cherry in her slumber.

“Ok, can you please tell Namjoon that? Because he thinks I’m stubborn and I never listen.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“What do you want me to say about it?”

“Look, I’m in a tricky spot here. I want you to be happy; I want everyone to be happy. If I can, in some way, help with that, then I want to. But I also know how I reacted every single time someone tried to help me last year; I didn’t want help then and it made everything worse feeling like people were always telling me what to do. So I don’t want to do that to you. What do you want me to say?”

“There’s nothing to say anymore. I’ve fucked it. Game over.”

“Why is it game over?”

Yoongi turned to her, not sure if she was being deliberately obtuse or playing his therapist’s favourite game.

“I already said no. That’s it. Th-”

“Do you know how many times I rejected Namjoon? It‘s not over ’til it’s over.”

“She’s not Namjoon.”

“No, but she’s with him right now and you know how persuasive he can be.”

Yoongi had suspected that was happening, that they were tag-teaming the two of you, but hearing it confirmed was not a comfort. He dreaded to think what conversation you were having with Namjoon. He could imagine all the things you might have been saying and it made his heart physically hurt.

“I’m joking,” Suri said when Yoongi didn’t reply. “He’s just going to see if she’s done. If she is, he’ll let you know and you can continue being sad. If she’s not, he’s going to make you talk to her. I assume I’m not telling you things you don’t already know. You know Namjoon.”

He did. And he had been wondering why he had been so quiet over the last couple of days. Now he knew. Yoongi shook his head. He couldn’t see a future in which he walked it back; he couldn’t see a way that he could just suck back what he said, or say what he didn’t, and it would all just be ok. He hadn’t heard from you since Friday, which is the longest you’d gone without texting since you got his number. He felt empty.

“You don’t have to do it,” Suri said, a little softer. “Obviously you don’t have to do what he tells you. You don’t have to do anything, but you should be clear on why you’re doing it.”

“People make it sound so fucking easy. It’s not. It’s not.”

Suri chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I said. Everyone told me, repeatedly, that it was easy. They didn’t have a fucking clue because it was not easy and you have to keep doing it. I couldn’t just say to Namjoon, ‘yeah, ok, we’re together now’ and then carry on exactly the same way. I had to let him in over and over and over again, and that shit is hard. They say it’s easy but what they mean is it’s simple. You have two choices; you are in or you are out and you have to pick between them. It’s not complicated.”

“It is now.”

“Well, wait to see what Namjoon says... but I bet it’s not. I’m not counting you out just yet. If I can fucking do it...”

“I don’t know if I can.”

Suri shrugged again.

“Ok, then you don’t. Decision made.”

Yoongi didn’t reply. The finality of that statement felt like a knife in the gut. Ok then, he doesn’t. Then what? Then nothing. Then no you. Then thoughts of you every time he picks up a knife or bakes brownies or goes to the beach. But no you. The absence of you in every crowd. The absence of you in his echoing apartment.

His breath stuttered and he shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts away. He didn’t know how he would live with that. You had become as vital to him as breathing; your presence in his life had become that natural, that easy. And now he couldn’t fucking breathe.

He sat up, trying to sit straight and fill his lungs, trying to do it inconspicuously, in a way that looked casual, normal. Suri got up and moved into the kitchen, opening cupboard doors and closing them again. Yoongi watched her, focusing on that, using it to distract himself, wondering what she was doing.

“Why do you not have anything nice in this house?” she called. “Chocolate? Biscuits?” She opened his freezer. “Ice-cream?”

Yoongi shrugged, though she wasn’t looking at him to see.

“I don’t know,” he answered. “Just don’t.”

She turned to look at him.

“You’re allowed sugar you know. Or do you just deliberately keep your life as miserable as possible?”

Yoongi chuckled. But she was right.

You and Taehyung were lying, one at each end of the sofa, scrolling mindlessly on your phones whilst ostensibly watching whatever it was that was playing on the TV, when your intercom sounded. Taehyung got up to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hi, it’s Namjoon?”

You could hear his hesitation, having expected your voice at the other end, not a man’s. He clarified that it was indeed your apartment and Taehyung looked at you when Namjoon asked if he could come up so you could talk.

“Who is this guy?” Taehyung asked you.

“It’s Yoongi’s friend. I’ve told you about him,” you answered and his face instantly darkened.

“What the fuck does he want?”

“To talk, Teddy; he just said it. Let him in.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, it’s fine.”

Taehyung turned back to the intercom and hit the door-release before coming back to the sofa.

“Ok,” he said, “but I’m going to stay.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I’m going to.”

“No, I mean, I don’t want you to. I can have a conversation, Teddy. I’m fine.”

You were not ‘fine’ – you were some way from fine and Taehyung knew it – but you didn’t want to speak to Namjoon with Taehyung around. He was too angry, too protective of you; you knew he wouldn’t let either of you say the things you wanted to. You didn’t hold it against him. You appreciated how readily he slipped into guard dog-mode but you weren’t about to head into combat so you didn’t need him. You wanted to hear what Namjoon had to say. You needed to.

Taehyung answered the door when Namjoon knocked and he stood for a couple of seconds in the doorway, eyeing him up, transmitting whatever telepathic threats he wanted before he stepped aside. Then he looked expectantly at you and held up his phone; you knew the drill. He was a phone call away. You only had to text him and he’d be right back. Just as he always was.

Namjoon stood uncertainly in the hall and you ushered him in.

“Don’t mind Teddy,” you told him. “He’s just being protective. He’s like that.”

Namjoon nodded.

“Got it.”

“What can I do for you?”

Namjoon sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“Firstly, I want to apologise. I am not apologising on Yoongi’s behalf – we'll get to that later – but I’m apologising for me. I interfered a little, because I couldn’t stop myself, because I was so sure of what would happen and I was wrong and now you’re hurt and I’m sorry for that.-”

“Namjoon, literally none of this is your fault.”

“No, I will take some responsibility for it. I thought... I didn’t think this would happen and if there was any inkling of it, I guess I just didn’t want to see it because I knew what I wanted to happen. I’m sorry.”

It made you want to cry that he was here. Sweet, innocent Namjoon apologising to you when he hadn’t done anything. When all he had done was be a friend to you, even when you were a stranger. The care and consideration he was showing you made the hollow in your chest ache. He was pushing on an open wound, but he knew it and he was being so gentle.

“I don’t know if you want to talk about it or hear what I have to say and, if you don’t, that’s ok. You can just tell me to go and I’ll go, but I want to be upfront that I am here for Yoongi. Your friend-” he gestured vaguely to the door and raised his eyebrows in question- “told Yoongi, in no uncertain terms, to not contact you again. Not now, not ever, not by any method. So he is not going to. He will not contact you because he has been told not to. So I’m here. And if you stand by that, again, I will go and you won’t hear from either one of us. You have my word on that. But if there’s a chance, if there’s any possibility that you will talk to him, that you will give it another try, I’m here to beg you to do that.

“So, what do you say? Can we talk? Or do you want me to go?”

You didn’t want to talk; you weren’t sure you could really manage talking about it, but you did want to know what he had to say. You nodded.

“We can talk.”

“Great.”

Namjoon visibly relaxed, his shoulders lower, that easy smile a sign of his relief as he sat back against the sofa.

“Ok, the first thing to know is that Yoongi fucked up and he knows it. Believe me, he knows. It was all wrong—he got it wrong. I’ve got no argument there... The other thing you have to know, though, is that Yoongi does not know how to be loved.”

You bit your lip hard and blinked, trying to clear the stinging tears as they formed. It hurt because you knew it was true and you didn’t want it to be. It broke your heart anew to hear his best friend say it. He didn’t know how to be loved. You knew it already but hearing it said so plainly, it struck you like an open palm to the face.

“He has always picked terrible partners, terrible people who make him feel like shit because they validated the way he already felt like shit about himself. And growing up, his family, I mean... I wasn’t there, I don’t know exactl-”

“I get it.”

You hadn’t been there while he was growing up, but you had been there. And you hadn’t said it at the time but you’d thought it: that they took advantage of his guilt as well as his wealth; that he carried their burdens as well as his own, even while he considered himself one of them. That there hadn’t been enough to go around when he was a kid and that apparently extended to love, too. That they treated him like a black sheep, despite everything he’d done. That he wasn’t comfortable there. That it wasn’t just grief for his grandfather; it was a different kind of grief altogether. For a life he didn’t have, for something that had always felt out of reach or out of place. Grief for the very real past and an impossible future.

You hadn’t brought it up because there was no need to make his time there any harder than it already was and he hadn’t brought it up since so you’d never spoken about it, but you could see it. You could walk the path of his childhood and find him here now. You got it.

“Right, exactly. Yoongi doesn’t know how to be loved; he does not know how to let somebody love him. I have known him for twelve years and he still sometimes won’t open up to me. To say he’s a hard nut to crack would be a little mean because it’s not really his fault, but it is true. And that’s why you’re different.

“It’s not my place to say any of this shit, really, but I think we’re past that point now so I’m going to say it all. He fucking loves you and he is terrified of that. He is terrified of you. He’s like a startled possum playing fucking dead because he doesn’t know what else to do.

“You’re a good person. You are kind to him and you like him and you make him laugh and you make time for him and you make him feel good about himself. That’s practically a miracle in itself. And then you caught him off-guard. Really caught him off-guard. How he reacted, what he did, that wasn’t right and I’m not here defending him; I’m just trying to explain. He didn’t do it to hurt you. He acted purely out of panic. And what he said wasn’t true. Look at me and believe me, please trust me when I say that he does have feelings for you. He does want to be with you. And he is killing himself right now because you put that opportunity right in his hands and he thinks he destroyed it.

“I’m here to ask if he has.”

You took a deep breath and tried to think carefully, tried not to speak yet, not until you’d really heard what Namjoon was saying, until you’d thought about your response.

Taehyung had been livid. As soon as you’d woken up on the Saturday morning, you felt it. He had been sweet and gentle with you, even as you were drinking yourself into bed, but when the morning had come, his resolve had hardened and the frustration came off him in waves. He was angry with Yoongi, furious, actually, that, after everything, he would do this to you.

Part of you wanted to be angry, too, but you weren’t. You couldn’t be. No one can control their feelings so it wasn’t Yoongi’s fault that he didn’t feel the same way as you. You didn’t want to be angry with him, to hate him, to be bitter about it. Though that might have made it easier.

You felt as though you were sitting at the bottom of a pit, staring way up at the hole at the top. You had no equipment and no tools but somehow you had to get out of it. It was too big. It was Yoongi. You had spoilt it all, by daring to believe that you could have more. More than you deserved. You should have been satisfied but you pushed it. You told yourself a story and leant all the way in. That wasn’t Yoongi’s fault either.

You’d been talking to yourself for days now. Repeating mantras to yourself as if your life depended on them. All day, little phrases buzzing in your head, reminding yourself that you were ok, that this wasn’t a reflection of your worth, that you would survive this, that you were strong. You weren’t at the point of believing them yet, but their repetition gave you something to think of that wasn’t the wide, pitch-black chasm inside you which threatened to eat everything: all that you’d learnt, all the progress you’d made, every good thing you had done for yourself in the last year.

Hearing Namjoon say, so clearly, so emphatically, that Yoongi wanted to be with you made your stomach swoop as if you’d imagined an extra step on the staircase and your foot had fallen through air. You couldn’t believe it from Namjoon; you couldn’t believe it because Yoongi had said the opposite. But you wanted to believe it. There was still hope, somewhere inside you, that wanted to throw your arms around Namjoon and thank him, and tell him yes, again and again, tell him that there was more than just a chance for Yoongi. You would give him everything. All he had to do was ask.

At one time, you’d probably have done just that. But you were older now, a little wearier, a little warier. You’d put yourself on the pyre once already and got burnt; you would have to think twice before doing it again.

“If he says no again,” you started, your voice small and quiet.

“He won’t,” Namjoon interrupted. “I promise you he won’t. If I have to force it out of him myself, I -”

“I don’t want that.”

Namjoon stopped and waited for you to continue.

“I don’t want you to force him. I don’t want him to be forced to be with me.” The embarrassment of it made your voice crack. “If he can’t want me on his own, then he doesn’t want me at all.”

You paused, trying to pull yourself together. You took a sharp inhale and breathed it out. You would take your time on this. You had to. Your heart was racing, uncomfortably stuttering, and, for a moment, you wished Taehyung had stayed, because he was your pillar of strength and he was so angry that you knew he would have demanded what you were trying to ask for.

“I deserve to be loved out loud. He can want me and tell me or he can want me and not tell me, but if he doesn’t tell me, he can’t have me.”

Your voice wavered and it did rather spoil the illusion of your resolve, but you had to say it even if you didn’t really feel it, didn’t really believe what you were saying. You had to say it. You knew, even if you didn’t believe, that you deserved it. If Yoongi wasn’t willing to tell you himself, then he wouldn’t be willing to give you what you wanted, what you deserved in a partner. You couldn’t settle for coercion, for a shy, reluctant Yoongi telling you with a gun to his head.

“You’re right, you’re right.” Namjoon raised his hands, in defence or surrender. “I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry. I just mean that this is something that will be really difficult for him – not being with you, but letting you in, y’know? Taking that step? – but I know and he knows that it is what he wants, so I will be there supporting and encouraging him. That’s why I’m here. So I can reassure him, so that I can feel secure knowing I’m not sending him into a lion’s den.

“Like I said, if you tell me to go and that you never want to speak to him again, I will respect that but I need to know that before I talk to him. Do you know what I mean? I have to be sure what you want. And you don’t have to decide right now, either. I’m not trying to pressure you. It was not a good move on his part and I totally appreciate if you need time to decide, to think about it. Whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

You nodded. You knew what your answer was going to be. There was never any real question of that. You would always say yes to Yoongi. You took another moment to remind yourself of how far you’d come. You had met Yoongi in the middle of your break-up with San, your biggest heartbreak, at your bitterest and most spiteful. You weren’t spiteful anymore. You and San were fledging friends again. You had broken completely when Sungbin tried to cool things down and you had crawled your way back from that. You had made bad choices and good choices and you were a very long way from where you had been a year ago. You could do this.

“You can,” you told Namjoon. “You can tell him he can-... We can talk.”

Namjoon smiled and nodded, his eyes squinting as he scrunched his nose.

“That is fucking great news. Thank you. I promise you your faith in Yoong is not misplaced. He’s one of the best people I know. And I know you already know that, but in case you have any doubts after this, I’m saying it will work out. Your trust will not be wasted.”

You nodded and he nodded again.

“Ok, well, I’ll get out of your hair. Thank you for letting me come. I appreciate it.”

“Thank you, too.”

Namjoon stood and let himself out of the apartment. You fell onto your back and sighed, blowing out the air as hard as you could. You didn’t know what you had let yourself in for. You had no idea how Yoongi would approach you, what he would be like, what he would say. But you had said he could come so all you could do now was wait and see.

Wait like an anxiously stewing pot threatening to boil over. You hoped he came soon.

Yoongi could have let himself in but he buzzed up from outside and you were there, sitting anxiously, teeth tearing your lips to shreds, awaiting his arrival.

The last time you had been this nervous to see him was the day you told him you just wanted to be friends. The irony did not escape you, but it couldn’t bring a smile to your lips. Then, you had been preoccupied by what you were going to say; tonight, it was what you were going to be told. You remembered the desperate way you busied yourself, giving yourself a task, cooking and chatting and accidentally disclosing a lot more about yourself than you had meant to. It had been a turning point in your relationship in more ways than one.

And now you were here again.

You heard him approach, the way you heard everyone approach, footsteps echoing down the bare corridor, the noise carrying through your thin walls. You heard him stop outside your door and waited with a held breath for him to knock.

It took a minute or two and you imagined him, standing out there, fists by his side, or fingers twisting the hair at the nape of his neck, building up the courage. It made your guts twist.

Then he did knock and you almost jumped out of your skin. It took you a moment to be ready, too, standing on the other side of the door, gathering yourself.

You opened it and there he was. There was an intensity in his eyes you hadn’t seen before but you barely had a chance to register it as Yoongi was stepping forward, his hands reaching for your face, pulling you closer, and then he was kissing you. You thought you should stop it; this wasn’t the right way to start things; you couldn’t just kiss when you had things to talk about. But your body had already responded. Your fingers in his hair, your body pressed close to his, your tongue in his mouth.

You could taste whisky on him and you usually hated it but it had never tasted sweeter than at that moment. He kissed you deeply, his hands moving down your body to grip you, vice-like, at the waist. He kicked the front door shut; you backed against a wall and he pushed you into it, not allowing a breath of space between you. This was what you had wanted. This was all you had wanted. His hands on your skin; your lips on his; your heart beating so fast it was vibrating in your chest.

You just about managed to break the kiss. Eventually. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours, his fingers still digging hard into your skin. You kept your eyes closed, knowing any resolve would crumble if you saw him, dissolve into the aether if he looked at you like that again.

“Are you drunk?” you asking, breathless and gasping.

You felt his head shake.

“No.” His voice was gruff and low and sent a thrill straight through you. “I just had one. To get me here.”

You were no stranger to Dutch courage. You nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he said, whispering now and, as if he had only just realised he was doing it, he released his hands, his fingers jumping off you, hovering over you before retreating to his sides. He took a step back but you still didn’t open your eyes, not yet. You could still feel him there, so close to you and you didn’t trust yourself to move an inch.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I shouldn’t have done that... I just... I had to-.. I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Are you really?”

You hoped not. He couldn’t just kiss you like that and then take it back. You didn’t want him to be sorry for it.

“No, I mean... I don’t know what to say. I didn’t- I hadn’t planned to do that. I just...”

He moved another couple of steps away and you decided it was safe to open your eyes. He had his back to you, his hands in his hair, his back heaving with heavy breaths.

“I’m sorry,” he said, still facing away. “I’m sorry for everything.”

He sighed and turned around, leaning against the counter. Namjoon’s words came back to you because he did look terrified. Somehow flushed and pale at the same time, tired, eyes wide and fearful. He was stumbling over half-started words, shaking his head, rubbing his face and gripping his hair in frustration; all he could say was ‘sorry’ like a compulsive stutter he couldn’t get past.

He had known it was going to be difficult but he hadn’t expected to fall apart so quickly. He wished he could just be kissing you. He didn’t want to have to say all of this (though he knew that he did have to, that you were owed it); he just wanted to kiss you and then you would know and all of this would be behind you.

He closed his eyes to take a deep breath and they flew open again when you reached out and took his hand in yours.

“It’s ok,” you said quietly.

“It’s not,” he returned.

Seeing him struggle like this made you feel sick: because you knew the feeling, you knew the terror of putting yourself out there and you knew Yoongi but you had never seen him like this before; and because it made you wonder if he could really do it. Could he actually bring himself to let you love him? Seeing him now, you didn’t know.

“It’s ok,” you repeated. “Take your time. Do you want to sit down?”

And you meant on the sofa, somewhere comfortable, but he sank where he was, so you sat, too, barely out of the hallway on the hard fake-wood floor.

“I didn’t mean to say no,” he began, his eyes on the floor. “I wanted to say something else, but it was like-” he reached a hand up to his neck- “it was like I was strangled. I literally couldn’t say it. I wanted to. I didn’t want you to leave. I didn’t know how to ask you to stay.”

“You can always ask me anything.”

He flicked his eyes to you and you looked at each other; he was wary and shy and you really wanted to scoop him up in your arms and forget about it. Forget about this conversation and move past it, pretend the last week hadn’t happened or pretend that it had gone a different way. But that wasn’t the point. He needed to say it and you needed to hear him say it. It was important as much as it was difficult.

And it was difficult for you. You hadn’t expected it to be. You thought it would hurt to see him initially, all that fresh heartbreak still bleeding all over your clothes, but then you thought it would be easy. You trusted Namjoon when he said Yoongi wanted it and you trusted Yoongi and you thought you would talk and smooth everything over and then you would get to the soft part, the best part, the part your heart had been aching for since before you had even realised it was Yoongi it wanted.

“You know how you always call my ex a cunt?” he asked, sounding a little more confident this time.

“Because she is, yeah.”

“Well, they’re all like that, actually.”

‘He has always picked ... terrible people who make him feel like shit’. That was what Namjoon had said.

You nodded but he was looking at the floor again.

“You know when, um, when I didn’t come to baking class for a bit? And you came to my apartment? And found out about Cherry?”

“Yeah.”

“It was true-... It- I... No one has ever taken care of me like that. Until you did. No one’s ever cared about me like that before.”

It was on the tip of your tongue and your lips were open before you were able to stop yourself. You were going to say that that wasn’t true; of course people cared. Of course it wasn’t just you. But that was the whole point, wasn’t it? Namjoon had said it; Yoongi had said it twice now. No one had loved him how he deserved to be loved; no one had cared for him how he deserved to be cared for. It seemed impossible to you. It was unfathomable that anyone could meet him and treat him badly. Because it was Yoongi. And Yoongi was the best person you knew.

Yoongi could at least hear his heart beating now, solidly in his chest. It had stopped beating so fast it hummed. He felt your soft, warm hand on his and he kept going back to it, every time he thought he was going to panic, every time he thought his breath was going to get away from him, he went back to it. Your soft skin, the warmth of your palm, the gentle way you squeezed.

He had rehearsed. He had planned so carefully how he was going to do it. He had to get it right so he wasn’t going to go in pell-mell. But then he was on his way and he found himself forgetting it all, forgetting those turns of phrases he had crafted so carefully. And he felt so sick at one point that he got out of the taxi and crouched on the pavement for five minutes. That threw the rest out of the window and when he got back in, he felt two things: fear and desperation. He was desperate to get it right this time and petrified of doing it.

With all of his words lost to him, he had begun to panic because what would be different this time? How could he avoid a repeat of what had happened before when he couldn’t even think of the words, let alone say them, let alone say them in front of you? He had had to pause next to your building, collecting himself, talking himself into it again. He had no words, that much he was sure of. And if he couldn’t say anything, he was going to have to do something.

So he did. He had kissed you and it had felt like all the disparate pieces of his broken self were coming back together. And now this felt painful—it was excruciating, really, all his wounds open to the air—but you were there and you had not just let him kiss you but you had kissed him back and you were holding his hand and he would do it. He would.

“I broke up with her because of you,” he told you and you started.

You remembered your happiness when he told you she was his ex-girlfriend. The relief you felt. That you had no right to feel, given you knew next to nothing of her at the time. You had been happy for Yoongi. You had no idea it was anything to do with you.

“You were nicer to me than she was,” he explained. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about it. You. Then I found out she was cheating on me anyway, so I guess it wasn’t all you. But I think I’d have done it anyway. You’ve always been...”

You waited for him to finish the sentence. You didn’t know if he would. His fingers curled around yours and he looked up at you again.

“It’s always been you actually. It seems impossible that we only met last year. I feel like I-”

He paused and cleared his throat, a high flush coming through on his cheeks, his eyes back down.

He felt embarrassed in a way that was different from the way he felt exposed. He felt almost silly saying it, like it was some grand dramatic gesture when he was sitting on your floor barely able to string the words together. But he felt like he had been waiting for you his whole life. He knew you weren’t the answer. You weren’t a key that would unlock a secret passage that would make him happy forever more. You weren’t going to fix him. That wasn’t how things worked.

And it’s not what he wanted anyway. He didn’t want anything from you but you. He wanted to give to you. Everything. Anything. He wanted to make you feel the way you made him feel: alive, warm, happy, like at least part of the world was turning right on its axis. He had so little to offer, he knew that, but you could have it all.

“I’m happy I met you,” he settled on and it was poor. It was an impoverished confession, an understatement of titanic proportions.

“Me, too.”

“I do think about you,” he continued and he looked at you this time, held your gaze, and he found that it was easier this way. Now, with you looking at him like that – soft and sweet and kind – he found that he could say it. “I do want it... I- I want to be with you.”

Then your eyes were sparkling and you pushed your lips together hard to stop yourself beaming. Your chest felt tight and you were doing your best to keep it together when you wanted to cry with the relief of it, the joy of it. He had said it and he had meant it and he was still looking at you with open eyes, his face honest and still a little anxious and you wanted to crawl over to him and kiss him until you could no longer breathe.

“If you still want to,” Yoongi added in a rush and you laughed, harder than you’d expected to.

You dragged yourself forward, closer to him, and took his hands in yours. With your face just inches from his, you nodded.

“Yes, I still want to.”

And you kissed him.

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badjoy-17 · 1 year

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The Playfellow Crew

Chapter 1, Part 1

1969, December.

"Where is it?" Ritzy was busy looking for the apple she grabbed to work. She woke up late that day and had no time to prepare her meal. "Anyone? Does anyone seen my apple?" She yells at the studio filled with busy studio crews dragging and moving props around the set. She was frustrated, it was the umpteenth time this happens to her for last three months.

She went to Fionn Finnigan in the Art department, slamming the door open and walk near him."Piyon! Can you help me..." (She had hard time seeing the difference of F and P pronunciation) Rambling about how she was late at work and didn't made herself a lunch box and was opt to grab an apple that is now missing.

"Is that about an apple again?" Fionn was a man in 20's yet still younger than Ritzy and yes he has seen this scene before.

"Yes?" Still sobbing. "I'm already tired and I'm hungry and ...."

"Why don't just buy your meal here, Ritzy?"

"I'm still your senior so address me Mrs. Ritzy?"

"Why the hell will I do that? You're the only one addressing people like that!" He glared at her annoyed and taking a deep breath to listen.

Her eyes grew bigger and looking up to this tall figure. "No, I'm not! And they like it even so I'm the only one..." she pulls him down as she notice herself getting a bit louder. "Also I'm saving my money for my family, remember? I can't be just spending money here and there!" She slumped to the side of his desk and lowers her head.

Fionn stood up to his drawing desk with a straight face and drags Ritzy away from the Art department. He takes a deep breath and spoke "Ms.... Er... No. Mrs. Santos, here have this cash and buy something in that vending machine." He hands her a few dollar and points out to the vending in the corner.

She looks at him with hesitation and mutters, "But its your money!"

"No buts, You can have that!" He still pointing to the vending machine and waiting for her to move.

She looked at him, embarrassed with the cash she received. She nods and thanks him, she felt humbled and went to vending machine. She took two energy bar, glances at him and suddenly runs to him. "Here, take this, Piyon."

Fionn wants to correct Ritzy but he didn't, she might be older but for him he should the bigger man in this situation.

"I know I've been making a big fuzz about this apple thing, but this job is too frustrating... Imagine, for the past 3 months since I started this video technician-ing thing, things are getting weirder and weirder in set. Apples starts disappearing, few staff getting injured, and sometimes the whole footage of the show just kept on doing those weird glitches. Like, that's my job to look after the final footage, it was all running smooth until all of a sudden that freaking thing happened."

Fionn turned his head to Ritzy, alarmed hearing about that incident. "You know what? I have the same experience like you..."

She turns her head to Fionn after hearing those word. "Really?"

"Yeah, You know me, right? I'm a part of the animation and art direction of the this show, right?"

"Uh huh.." she got herself invested and leans in his side.

"Yet everytime i check our panels and plate, there's this weird scribbles on the each animation panels... Wait." He then stood up and drags Ritzy to the archive, took an envelope and pulls out a several animation board panels. "...here look at this. I don't get it ... I swear, look! Those are not there before... Those are evaluated and inspected before getting approved and I... I received it spotless but...."

Ritzy examined each panels and laid them to the light table. "You're saying you don't understand these scribbles? was it from anyone in your department?"

"Yeah, they seems to be drawn by a kid, based on the handwriting strokes, it has difficulty to grasp with pen, here" he points into a pressed squiggly line in the panel "The line got no control on... The strokes are shaking and heavy, it ruins the whole panel."

"Yeah, you're right... But why they are sabotaging our works?" In her peripheral vision, there was someone's watching them from the door. More like a shadow. "D'you see that, Piyon?" Ritzy glued her eyes to him like telling him not to move and act like nothing happened.

"The what?" He looked at her puzzled.

"There was someone watching us from afar... I don't know why but it might be a ghost or something." Her trembling hand reached into her pocket, wrapped her pearl rosary in her hand and hold on it tightly. "Piyon, stay observant, okay?" This gesture confuses Fionn yet he nods obediently. "Oh, about this ..." She shook the wrapper of energy bar, "I owe you." Then she left looking around for something in the Art department

#welcome home puppet show #Playfellow Co. Au fanfic #Feat. Fionn Finnigan of Real World Au by @Chez/Chezzy on tiktok #welcome home #WelcomeHome

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neopetting · 6 months

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Maybe five or six for the ship prompts!

5 - write about a casual kiss between your ship

The kitchen floods with light—his body with panic. Bob winces. Briefly, stupidly, he considers trying to shove the bread behind the toaster oven and making up a lie about the butter. I was… just… taking it out so it would be soft for breakfast. No, Lin, I do this all the time. Well, you’ve never woken up while I was doing it before!

He has a good five or six inches on his wife, but the steely look in her eye makes her shape fill the doorway. Arms crossed, she pads angrily over to him on her tiny, pointy, kicky, bare feet. Some merciful facet of his brain that isn’t currently terrified registers the way her hips move under her nightgown. He tries to swallow, but all his spit has disappeared. And his mouth is full of evidence.

Bob lowers the piece of bread in his hand and attempts to form words around the chunk still in his mouth. “I’m—”

“What? Sorry?” Linda reaches him, instantly all up in his face, her voice uncharacteristically hushed to account for their sleeping kids, yet somehow still deafening. “You’re sorry I caught’cha, Bobby?” She narrows her eyes, hissing out the next part so it sounds extra venomous. “With your mistress?”

He squints back at her, finally choking down his glorious, yeasty, perfectly-buttered bite of bread. Focusing on the taste puts some fight in him.

“…You know what? I’m not sorry.” Bob tenses his whole body to keep from chuckling as he watches her mouth fall open in exaggerated shock. “Yeah, that’s right. You kicked me awake, and then I couldn’t go back to sleep thinking about the bread all alone out here. It probably thought we didn’t love it enough to eat it right away.”

Linda is leaning on him now, squashing her torso against his arm with considerable force. Is she… trying to physically intimidate him? Or maybe she thinks she can seduce him into defeat by pressing her chest against his side, drumming up some cleavage. It wouldn’t be the first time. Plenty of Lin’s wiles begin with her just kind of… putting her boobs on him.

Bob surveys her coolly. “Also,” he says, tapping a finger against the loaf on the counter, “it’s not my mistress. It’s like… my child.” His voice rasps with sudden emotion. “This bread is our fourth child.”

One corner of Linda’s mouth lifts into a lopsided smile, but she stays incredulous. “Oh, so you were on daddy duty, huh? Came to check on our little bun-fresh-out-the-oven?” Delighting herself, her smile is the real deal now. “Didja hear it rye-ing over the baby monitor?”

He rolls his eyes so hard it almost hurts, but can’t hide his amusement. “You know it’s not rye. It’s—”

“Garlic sourdough woven with rosemary-thyme whole wheat sourdough,” she chimes in, doing her best Dedicated Chef Bob impression—a deep, goofy voice that sounds nothing like him. She wraps an arm around her husband, breaching the waistband of his boxers to slide her palm against his soft, warm hip. Planting her chin on his shoulder, she stifles a yawn. “See? I listen. I’m a good flour mama.”

Bob hums, a floaty sensation ballooning in his chest as she parrots back to him the recipe he’d been mentioning all week. It’s not surprising, anymore, how Linda pays attention to the things that excite him. But it’s never stopped feeling good.

“You are,” he confirms. From the corner of his eye, he takes a second to study her. Lin’s glasses are sitting a bit crooked, probably from hastily throwing them on to catch him in the act. Her thick, wavy hair is mussed from sleep. She notices him sneaking a stare and trains her ridiculously dark brown eyes on his. Definitely not for the first time, Bob thinks about how her eye color perfectly matches just-ground espresso after it’s been tamped down tight, waiting to be brewed. Sometimes he struggles to maintain eye contact, even with someone he’s loved for fifteen years, but he holds her gaze. Waits a beat. “You’re one in glu-ten million.”

She blinks once. Twice. Then she’s snort-laughing much too loudly and giving his love handle an affectionate squeeze, making him yelp and twist toward her. “Look at youuu, bein’ all cutesy-wootsey!” Her free hand skitters up his chest and brushes over his mustache as she beams at him. “Must be the Thanksgiving Eve magic. You gonna kiss me under the wishbone tomorrow before you go full crazy-pants kitchen troll, or what?”

“Mmmaybe.” Bob smiles gently against her fingertips. “Tina will fight you for the wishbone, though. I guess I could… kiss you under some giblets? Uh, before I start the gravy.”

“Ooh, giblet kisses. Romantic,” Linda coos. Her hand slips out of his shorts and he feels her fingers patter against the underside of his butt cheek. She points her chin toward the bread, eyes bright. “Now gimme a piece!”

Grabbing the serrated knife, Bob can’t suppress a wobbly giggle. “It’s so good, Lin. Better than I thought I could get it. I think the test loaves really helped.”

Earlier in the week, he had baked each dough recipe into two smaller, individual loaves to get their proofs right. Then, cautiously happy with the results, he’d launched the main event—meticulously braiding the batches together, then reshaping them into a single round, bubbly, perfectly-marbled mass. He’d been consumed by bread stuff for days. At one point, Linda had resorted to wrestling the laptop away from him when he’d stayed up until 2 AM researching techniques to keep sourdough properly inflated. But it was worth it. The final loaf is crusty and deeply golden all along its surface, the lighter and darker dough shades contrasting beautifully. Specks of the chopped herbs mixed into its whole wheat portions are visible in the scores, which look like stalks of wheat. The bread is downright gorgeous. Every time Bob lays eyes on it, he wants to burst into tears.

“Aww, my little Bobby baker,” Linda says. She stares hungrily as the knife glides through the loaf with several satisfying crunches. “I feel kinda dirty, though.” Her nails tap against the countertop in anticipation. “You made a whole big show about nobody eating it ‘til tomorrow.”

Bob snorts. “That was just so Gene wouldn’t eat literally all of it. He’s as excited about it as I am.” He slathers Linda’s slice in the fancy farmer’s market butter he’d safeguarded to use exclusively with his bread, then presents it to her.

She reaches for it, eyes shining, but furrows her brow when he pulls it back slightly. Shifting closer, she goes for it again. Bob holds the piece out of range, eyebrows raised and wearing the faintest of smirks. Linda scrunches her nose at him, about to complain, before she tracks him looking at her lips and realization dawns. She laughs tenderly and balls a fist in his shirt, leaning up and in. He meets her halfway. The kiss is quick, but so sweet that both their eyelids flutter shut.

“Ooh, mm,” Linda exclaims. “You taste like butter.” She yanks firmly on his collar. “Give me the friggin’ bread.”

Bob offers it in earnest. Suddenly, he’s plagued with nerves.

She gingerly takes it from him, her bottom lip jutting out. “No toasting?”

He gives his head a curt shake. “Doesn’t even need it.” Why does he feel like he’s just asked her out and is desperately hanging on a response? Dumb, he thinks.

Linda sinks her teeth into the bread. Bob’s eyes feel way too big for his face as he watches her chew. Slowly, she brings a hand up to cover her mouth, then locks gazes with him. He worries he might accidentally pee a little.

Swallowing, Linda flashes him a megawatt grin. “Oh. Bob. Hon.” She touches his chest. “It’s really good.”

“Right?” Blinding triumph ricochets through him. “Thanks. I kind of can’t believe it came from me.” He picks up his own piece, raising it to his mouth, then pauses. “Is this what giving birth feels like?”

“Yeah, sure,” Linda says around her second bite. “Little more sweat and blood with a human baby, maybe. And you don’t eat it after. It’s been a while.”

Just as Bob’s lips reconnect with his slice, the unmistakable creak of a door opening slams into him. Linda freezes mid-chew.

Gene’s voice, cushioned by a heavy yawn, sidles out from down the hall. “Is that butter I smell…?”

Bob’s eyes bore into Linda’s. “How is he smelling the butter?” he asks frantically, barely above a whisper.

“He’s very talented!” she hisses back, jabbing a finger into his upper arm. “You made him! Get down, get on the floor. I’m going.”

Bob has only seconds to hide the bread and butter before Linda’s pushing him to his knees. “Oh, God. Lin—OW,” he grunts, belly hitting the linoleum. It’s not lost on him that none of this is necessary.

Linda spins on her heel and trots through the doorway, her tone sing-songy as she rushes to intercept their son. “Genie weenie beanie baby,” she calls, “you’re… dreamin’. Oooooohh, I’m the, uh… ghost of Thanksgiving future. You gotta go back to bed. Or the turkey’s gonna be dry.”

“Nooo,” Gene drawls after a sleepy moment. “You’re a mom-poster. Dad’s turkey would never be dry.”

Bob snickers to himself, huffing as he uses the counter to regain his footing. He pulls out his masterpiece and cuts a slice for Gene.

A/N: their love language is shitty puns <3

#fanfic #writing prompts #boblin #bob/linda #bob x linda #bob’s burgers #bobs burgers #bob belcher #linda belcher #otp #1500 words…. ok. alright. guess man CAN live on bread and boblin alone

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