#i don't remember a time when they weren't in the fridge so it's just habit to do the same as an adult

[kirayaykimura]

im begging, pls explain the nail polish in the fridge thing!! is it to make it like,,,keep for longer? and if so how did you figure that out, i'm genuinely SO curious!!!

i like drinking the polish cold rather than at room temperature

[endo-bunny]

Sit Down Now and Rest

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Description: You had anxiety and depression, and Tony and Bruce were more than happy with getting you anxiety meds the moment that you asked. When you stop taking your meds, your mental health plummets and spirals as well as your physical health, and everyone notices. Don't worry though, they're there for you.

Pairing: (Platonic) Avengers x Teen!Reader

Type: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Depression, anxiety, sickness, fainting, dizziness, taking meds(both medicated and just vitamins/iron supplements), dehydration, insomnia, depressive and hurtful thoughts, reader doesn't talk very much in this, nicknames(Kiddo, Kid, Hun)

Word Count: 1,627

Note: I may or may not have written this with too much of myself being present… But it's fine! I also wrote this at like 2 in the morning so it's kinda rough but I just needed to get this typed out so here ya go! Also, the characters might be kinda ooc because I haven't watched any marvel movies in a little while but I've been hyper focused on fics with them lately so yea. And I am working on my tlou and tech fics, it's just hard to find the motivation to write them, but don't worry, I'm working on em.

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You were quick to notice that you stopped taking your meds. You knew that they helped you, but you couldn't get yourself to start the habit of taking them again. You wanted to, most definitely, but you couldn't. Every day was the same. Wake up, look at your meds, contemplate taking them, saying you'll take them later, go train, eat, and then not take them.

You also stopped taking them at night too. You had even set alarms so that you'd remember to take them, but it didn't help at all. Natasha was the first to notice that something was up, being the closest one with you. When she realized that something wasn't quite right, she made sure to keep a close eye on you. She was quick to pick up how dizzy you looked when you'd get up, sometimes not even being able to stay standing before you crumbled back onto the couch. You'd always play it off as if you just lost your footing but she and everyone else knew that that wasn't the case.

One morning you had gotten up much later than you had recently been getting up. When you checked the time, it was around two in the afternoon. You got up and went to the kitchen, feeling extremely hungry after forgetting, and also just not wanting dinner the night prior. When you arrived in the kitchen, Tony was there. He had kind of taken up the father role in your life.

The moment he saw that you had finally arose, he was quick to make a snarky comment in good fun, “Ah! The beast has finally awoken from their slumber, now off they go to find their beauty.”

You only roll your eyes, ignoring him. You felt exhausted, even though you got close to ten hours of sleep seeing as you fell asleep around 4 in the morning. You couldn't find anything easy to fix or that looked appetizing in the fridge or pantry so you just opted for a bottle of water that you would only take a sip or two of then leave with your other five almost full water bottles on your nightstand.

Before you could go back to the confines of your room, Tony had to ask you a question, “ Hey kiddo, did you take your meds?”

The question caught you off guard, not expecting him to ask seeing as he hasn't asked in a real long time.

“Oh yea! I, um, took them earlier but fell back asleep. Yea, that's what I did!”

You try to make it seem like you weren't lying through your teeth, but weren't very successful because of how exhausted you were. However, before Tony could confront you, you book it to your room. You hide there for the rest of the day, not coming out for Dinner. Steve had come by to tell you that dinner was ready but you told him that you weren't very hungry as you just kept your

on the book that you had your nose in. You kept your light on all night, not feeling tired.

The next morning, Nat knocked on your door around eight, coming to get you so that you could train with her. When she opened your door, she saw you laying on your back staring up at the ceiling. You looked exhausted and had dark circles under your eyes. When Bat opened the door, you flung up in surprise. You hadn't heard her knocking so you weren't expecting for the door to randomly open. You couldn't tell who it was at first because your vision went fuzzy black as your body tried to accommodate the sudden movement that you caused. Nat waited for you to acknowledge her.

When you did after a couple seconds, you looked over at the time, confused. It had just been two the last time you looked at the clock. How could it be eight all of the sudden? You were brought out of your thoughts by Natasha trying to talk to you. You zoned back in, giving her a questioning look.

“I said, are you ok? You look exhausted Hun. I came by to get ya to come train but it looks like you need to rest for a couple days.”

“Oh! No, I'm fine. Just give me a couple minutes to get ready and I'll be down and we can get to work in no time!”

She gave you a skeptical look but nodded, closing your door behind her.

When you got down to the training room, Bucky and Steve were there with Natasha. They smiled upon seeing you walk in. However, Bucky and Steve's bright smiles dropped upon looking at your figure. You were slouched, tired eyes not fully open and your eye bags were extremely dark.

Bucky was the first to point it out, “Hey Kid, you ok? You aren't looking too good.”

You only shrugged, your body aching and your throat feeling scratchy and sore for some reason.

As you're sparring with Natasha, you continuously have to stop the match because you go into coughing fits. As finish with your last coughing fit you go back to Natasha, but she's packing her stuff up.

“Wait, where are you going?” You're voice comes rather harsh and rude as you ask the red head.

“I think you should rest for the rest of the day Hun. I'll come check on you in a little while. But go take your meds and also some cough syrup and eat something.”

You didn't say anything as you grabbed your stuff and walked back to your room. This was stupid. It was just a little cold. You can still fight. You need to train. Deep down though you knew you needed to listen to her and do as she said. In the end, you don't. You go back to your room, take a sip or two of water, get a small snack and then sit down in the living room with a book.

You try to read it, but you can't stay focused for long enough to. Your mind is spiraling and racing. You kept replaying how training went. You were so pathetic. And rude. How could you be so rude? Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. You slam the book down onto the sofa, huffing.

You hadn't noticed that some of the others had joined you in the living room. They look up at you, surprised. They weren't used to seeing you like this. You tried to get up quickly, wanting to get away from this embarrassing situation.

The moment you get up, the world goes black, buzzing and ringing is the only thing you can hear as you collapse. You feel something picking you up and setting you down on the couch. You blink your eyes a couple times, slowly feeling sensation being restored in your body. You look around you and see that Bruce is coming over with a damp cloth and water. Nat has your head resting in her lap and Tony has your hand in his. They all look worried as they stare down at you. You hear gasped as Steve and Bucky walk in.

Questions are being thrown at you, too fast for you to comprehend. You instinctively put your hands on your ears, feeling overwhelmed. They all quiet down upon seeing this. Tony is the one to ask the questions from then on.

“Hey, it's ok. We're sorry, didn't mean to overwhelm ya like that. Can ya sit up?”

You nodded, feeling embarrassed now. Tony nodded and Nat helped you sit up, allowing you to lean against her.

“Ok, drink some water, you're ok,” Tony hands you the water that Bruce had brought over as Bruce is wiping your face with the cold damp cloth.

“Ya feeling better?”

“Ya, I'm fine.”

“Have you been taking your meds, kid?”Tony doesn't hold back, knowing what it looks like when you don't take the meds that have been helping you produce what your body needs.

You sheepishly look down at your hands that are fidgeting in your lap. You inhale sharply before shaking your head no.

They all sigh, Natasha being the one to talk this time, “Why haven't you been taking your meds, Hun?”

“I-I just don't want to… I don't like the feeling.”

They looked at each other, wondering what to say. As they look at each other, you go to stand up, but they make sure that you don't get up.

“Sit down now and rest,” Bucky's voice comes from behind you, his hands still on your shoulders.

“I'm sorry…” Your voice comes out in a whisper.

“You're forgiven kiddo, but ya gotta start taking your meds again.” Steve comes over and sits on the other side of you as he speaks.

“I know.”

“How bout I take my medication with ya? God knows that I haven't been taking it as much as I should be,” Tony chuckles as he tries to negotiate with you.

You didn't know if it would actually help you but you were open to the idea.

“Good, drink some more water. Now what do you want to watch? Hm? TV's all yours,” Tony stood up, giving you the TV remote as everyone decided to sit down on the couch.

You picked your comfort movie as you snuggled up with Steve and Nat. Tony had gotten you some actual food, and by the time the movie was over, you had drank all the water, ate all the food, fell asleep, and almost everyone else had fallen asleep as well. You felt safe with the people that cared about you all around you. You knew that this would be a journey, but you also knew that you weren't alone.

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Tag list: @fakegingerrights @macchiato-dreaming22 @silnebula

[yellowroseswrites]

Spencer Reid x Ed! BAU! reader

"Studies show"

You change your habits again, only this time your super smart profiler best friend notices

[TW, disordered eating, disordered thoughts, use of y/n (way more than I would have liked), rushed writing. If there are anymore pls lmk!]

-this is a part of my little comfort blurbs to write while I'm not home, this wasn't a specific request, but feel free to request either a blurb or a full fic in my asks (just specify which one) thank you for reading <3-

It was a great morning, it really was. You woke up, got dressed, and got to work just in time to pour yourself the last bit of coffee left in the work's coffee pot.

Then you walked to your seat.

You didn't think much of it really, you used to drink coffee black all the time. Sure, you prefer filling it with cream and sugar, but you really didn't need it. this was fine. You drank your black coffee and got through the day.

The next morning was a bit rougher. You had to leave for Texas for a case, and it honestly just slipped your mind to eat before the flight took off. You always forgot meals, it wasn't a big deal, it certainly didn't mean anything.

That evening you were getting ready for bed in the hotel room that you were sharing with Spencer Reid. You and Spencer had been friends since he began working with the BAU and it wasn't unusual for you two to be in one room together.

It felt off though.

"Hey, y/n," Spencer started, "I have some pretzels in my bag if you want some."

Sure, you were a little hungry. You were too busy with the case to eat the rest of the day. So you calculate that at about 26 hours without eating.

"I'm good, thank you though." You couldn't risk it You aren't quite sure what you're not risking, but the thought of eating anything makes you want to run in the opposite direction.

Spencer didn't accept it though, "At least drink something then. How about a coke?"

"Do they have diet?"

So, Sure, maybe you are being a little picky.

"You know, studies show that diet sodas contain a chem-"

"Spenc I love you, but I really don't want to hear about how it's going to give me brain cancer."

He grabbed your drink from the fully stocked fridge and walked it over to you, "You know you can talk to me right?"

You opened the soda and took a sip before responding, "Of course, why?"

"Your new thing with calories."

You didn't have a thing.

"There's no thing." You placed the drink down and stood up. You began to make your way to the bathroom, you didn't want to have this stupid conversation. A conversation that definitely didn't have to happen, because it was pointless. There was no problem. Sure, you cut down your calories, and sure, you re-downloaded MyFitnessPal, and sure you haven't eaten since last night, but that didn't mean there was a problem. You weren't small or tiny, and only tiny girls have problems. You didn't have a problem.

"Y/n?" Spencer's voice buzzed in your ears. You blinked and focused your eyes on where you were. You were leaning on the wall. Why were you leaning on the wall?

"Y/n you need to eat something."

Oh, so you were blacking out. But you didn't actually pass out, because only sick people pass out, "I'm fine Spencer I'm just tired."

He grabbed you by your hands. When did he even get over here? Your senses were fading in and out, you were on the bed now, you don't really remember getting there. You swore up and down you didn't have a problem, so why is this so scary?

"I'm going to get you some food okay?"

No no no no no no no no no

"Y/n?"

He said your name so gently, like you were fragile, like he could break you. You looked back up at him, at his kind eyes. You broke.

"I don't know what's wrong with me."

He sat next to you as you fell into his arms. You cried onto his shoulder.

"It'll be okay. We'll get you some help. It won't be so scary anymore, I promise."

[aliorsboxostuff]

hey there! love your work. was wondering if you could do an overstimulated neurodivergent/autistic reader hurt+comfort with tangerine boyfriend? if youre uncomfortable writing that its okay just an idea!!! have a nice day :)

A/N: ABSOLUTELY ANON yk im somewhat of a neurodivergent myself aha. And while I'd like to say i'm experienced with writing these sort of fics, each and every one of us experiences overstimulation differently, so in this fic, i want to take the idea of Social Overstim (Where you're used to follow a specific pattern or schedule in a day but it suddenly doesn't go the way it should've) Enjoy y'all!

Pulse

TANGERINE X M!READER

tags: Tangerine x m!Reader, autistic!Reader, soft!Tangerine, domesticity, panic attacks, overstim (and not the good kind :[ ), hurt-comfort, cuddling

What happens when your usually efficient schedule turns on its axis, so now it's up to Tangerine to take care of you.

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you prided myself on being an efficient and vigilant intel agent. You weren't necessarily the tidiest; with your reports usually being bull points of highlighted information squished together with habits your nitpick from the target, but you send them on time and with enough information, so, the title goes. Efficient and vigilant. 

The agency has benefited from your intel multiple times, making you the head of the agency's intel program. You remembered the ceremony when they promoted you; Tangerine and Lemon stood behind the crowd of executives, proud smiles on both of their faces. You could never forget the way Tangerine pulled you aside and gave you a bone crunching hug, not to mention the soul sucking blowjob later that night. 

Your brain's functions simply; follow schedules, add chores that needs to be done for the day, don't forget to kiss Tangerine goodbye for the morning, and do hobbies after work. Each and every day, you follow that specific pattern of events in order to maximize your productivity. Maybe that's why you were efficient, you have a schedule and that schedule must be followed.

Today isn't any different.

You awake minutes before Tangerines, soaking up the warmth of your boyfriends bare chest while you study the little details on his serene structure. The slight flutter of his lashes, sharp bones shape the devastatingly beautiful face of his, parted lips that tempt you to kiss them, even down to his mustache, slightly askew from moving around at night. You smile, pressing a kiss to your boyfriend's temple before sliding out of the bed and padding into the bathroom.

You took your time getting ready after a shower, spraying your favorite cologne before combing back your hair, the suit you laid out last night already worn as today's armor. 

When you exit the bathroom, Tangerine is still sleeping soundly, though his position has changed. He's no longer on his side, opting to curl in on himself and cuddle your pillow, grumbling slightly. When it was the start of your relationship, you were worried Tan was having nightmares with the way he clings to your leftover scent, but now you know he's just missing you in bed so he acts as a sponge to the smell on your pillow. You chuckle as you walk past him, opening the bedroom door softly to walk into the apartment.

You set yourself on making him breakfast, as usual. The coffee maker is already running so you scour the fridge for breakfast items. You noticed the eggs have run out, and so has the pancake mix. You'll have to add that to the grocery list. For now, breakfast will have to be toast with butter. 

When you've pressed down on the toaster and started to work on your beverage of choice, you hear a slew of swears, before the steady thrum of the shower follows, notifying you of your boyfriend's awakening. 

Sure enough, not long after you've settled on the kitchen island with two plates of toast and sipping on your mug, Tangerine walks out ready for the day. Immaculate suit accentuates your boyfriend's lean body as he saunters to the island, crisp gray suit and pants, sleek tie in place, equipped with his shoulder holsters that pushes at his dress shirt making you look away in order to avoid a tight pants. taking his seat next to you, he kisses you with a mumble of "Good morning" before he starts eating.

When you've finished your plate and placed them in the sink, precisely on time; Lemon comes barging into yours and Tangerines apartment with a cheer. "Morning brotha's!" 

He slips next to Tangerine, steals a toast, before he starts debriefing the man with any and all upcoming missions, against his will of course. He doesn't mind, it's the way the twins start their morning, so it has become a part of yours and Tan's routine.

While Lemon gives Tangerine a choice of either going to Prouge or Jakarta for their next mission,—"Because we're ain't goin' to Germany again mate,"—You got your case ready, umbrella in hand.

"Don't forget your dagger belt and extra ammo dear, I've shined your favorite butterfly knife and left it on the dresser so bring that too alright?" Stepping around the boys as you made sure you've strapped on your watch and rings, before passing behind Tangerine and pressing a short kiss on his lips, earning a smile from the brunette, and patting Lemon on the back before you make your way to the hallway leading to the door. 

Last check for any stray hair strands before you deemed it sufficient, and slip on your work shoes. 

"Have a great day love! See you tonight!" Tangerine calls. You couldn't help the familiar smile.

"You too dear, love you!"

"Love ya' too!" And the door closes behind you.

The start of the day is like any other, setting up for another perfect day.

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Is what you would say, if it did turn out per scheduled. 

When you arrived at work, at your usual time which is 8 AM sharp, you fellow intel agents seemed on edge as you made your way to your desk. Not a minute passes before an alarm rings, indicating a mission gone rogue and a number of Intel agents are needed on their desk. An emergency you anticipated of course, if it weren't for the multiple rogue missions, needing every agent on deck.

So you spent the better half of the morning making sure Lioness—a rookie agent that transferred from the Philippines—did not get shot in an alleyway in Europe and finally secured at her extractions site. The whole time you needed you constantly spin a pen in your hand in order to maintain focus. 

Another half of the day was spent compiling all of the lost files from the rogue missions and making sure your coworkers were compiling theirs, asking them to send it to you once they have. Hence, another 3 hours in front of your monitor while you organize each and every incident report, damages and expenses needed to be covered by the agency. 

When you finally have time for yourself, the clock strikes 3 PM which is already past lunch, but despite it all you still walked to the cafe to get your usual meal. You'd usually order yourself a cup of coffee and a pastry of your choice, the thought of a sweet baked goods to fix the day excited you. 

When you arrived at the cafe, sadly what's only available was your coffee since their baker has fallen sick today, so the cafe is unable to provide any pastries. You smile, says it's alright, and took your coffee back to your desk. 

5 PM rolls around, your coworkers begins filling out of their work areas. You packed your case, made sure to throw out any trash that was on your desk, and follow the others as they make their way to the elevator and up. Once on the surface, you said your goodbyes and head home.

On the train ride home, it was oddly crowded that what you're used to. People lining up and pushing you until somehow you ended up in the middle of it all, holding on for dear life. Maybe you've miscalculated the time you went home because it's never this crowded, never this humid. A miscalculation, of course.

"Honey, I'm home," You called, hearing Tangerine shuffle inside the house.

"Kitchen!" He relies, clearly engrossed in whatever dinner item he's making. You slip off your work shoes and loosen your tie, oddly enough you feel it as if it's choking you. While you walk through the hallway shedding your jacket, Tangerine, with his pink 'kiss the cook' apron, peaks his head from behind the opened fridge doors. "Are we outta eggs?" 

Fuck, the eggs! And the pancakes, and the… I was supposed to go grocery shopping today. Shit! Why did i… no, fuck, i forgot i-

"Hey, hey, darling?" You blink, blurry vision unable to identify the person in front of you, though the velvety voice gives you an idea. "Love, angel, are you alright?" His voice wavers, worried. Why was Tangerine worried?

Strong hands hold your arms, not pushing or pulling, just there. Slowly, blinking the droplets away until they run down your cheek, you make out the striking blue and adorable curls in front of you. His brows are furrowed, bowing until he reaches your level. Slowly. painstakingly slow, he leads you to the couch until you've sat, then he cradles your head into the crook of his neck, the sudden scent of Tangerine—Your Tangerine—makes you slightly dizzy. 

"Slowly, my dear, focus on my pulse," He whispers, running gentle hands through your hair, pulling you closer. You breathe in, the smell of sandalwood and cigarettes and Tangerine fills your lungs. Breathing out, you feel the steady pulse of your boyfriends under your ear. "There we are," He continues to comb your hair, occasionally rubbing at your nape, down to your back.

"I…" You began, before tears spilled over and you had to hiccup and force yourself to inhale in order to not choke on yourself. Tangerine holds you through it. "I'm sorry it's…" 

"Don't apologize love, it's alright," You inhale, shakily you find the energy to crawl into Tangerine's lap, your boyfriend hauling the rest of your weight into his lap until you sit comfortably. 

"Tired…" You finally managed through ragged breath. "Everything was… wrong. Too much,"

"Okay. Alright angel," He cuddles you closer until you hear the beat of his heart, your head against his chest, large hands securing your back and rubbing gently. The wall broke. Thick droplets run down your cheeks, your breath coming in short as you bury your face into your boyfriend's shirt. Knuckles white as you cling to the fabric, quivers wreck your whole frame. You try to inhale, only to sob and double over, curling in on yourself while trying to burrow deeper into Tangerine's warmth, become one and leave the living because everything is too much. 

Tangerine holds you through it, a steady rhythm of heartbeats and rubbing soothingly up and down your back. Occasionally, he runs his hands through your locks, untangling the stress of today. He waits, oh so patiently. until your breathing slowly comes back around, your body's shaking subsides and the tears are dried into sniffles. 

"Alright?" His voice lulls you, you meekly nod in response. Tangerine nods back, before he stands up with you in his arms, making you jump and wrap around his neck.

"Tan!" You chuckle into his curls, the man simply hums as he walks through the house, carrying you bridal style. "What are you doing!" 

"Takin' care of ya. Obviously, dinner can wait, but you my dear," He stops, blue eyes meet yours. "Can not wait." 

He unceremoniously dumped you on the bed, making you giggle. He drapes the comforter on you and fluffs the pillow. "M'gonna grab some water and a snack, be right back alright luv," 

Oh, does his accent get thicker when he's sappy like this? You thought, which made you grin into the pillow you're currently hugging.

True to his words, Tangerine comes back with 2 bottles of water and your favorite chips, the ones you saved for movie nights when you and your boyfriend get the chance. He places them on the nightstand before stripping his shirt, your eyes rakes the expanse of Tangerine's defined abdomen.

"Let's get you outta these yea?" He gestures to what's left of your suit. 

"Oh! right, yeah," You shimmy out of your vest and dress shirt, then your pants, leaving you bare with your undershirt and boxers. 

"You want a sweater or a hoodie tonight?" Tangerine rummages through the dresser, his brows furrowed in search of your chosen article.

"Sweater, i think," He nods, grabbing one of your softer ones and helping you settle in them. Once you are nestled in the cocoon of pillows and blankets, Tangerine joins the pile and wraps his arms from behind you, pulling your body until you're settled between his legs. You sigh, arching your head until it rests on your boyfriend's strong shoulders.

"I know how important your schedule is," He runs his fingers through your hair. "And how overwhelmed you can get,"

"Tomorrow, we'll take a break from our pattern, spend a day at home, yea?" 

"What about your mission?"

"I'd drop the whole world to spend time with you, the mission can kiss my arse," 

You spend the rest of the night talking about your day to Tangerine, your boyfriend listening intently and answering if needed. He also explained the briefing with Lemon and what his next missions entails, when he's going to leave and with who. But honestly, you could care less about when your boyfriend is leaving if he's currently spending his precious time pampering you.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

GETTING MATCHING NIPPLE PIERCINGS W EDDIE (gender/poc up to you)

You are the literal devil. I will be billing you come Sunday.

Anywhoosies. Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral Reader. This one is short and sweet, but I hope you like it anyhow!

Send me request here! Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

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You don't know how the conversation came up. You think it might've been after the second beer and definitely before the fourth. But if you're honest, you don't care to remember how it came about. It was just supposed to be a silly fleeting thought. It wasn't supposed to take more air than needed to utter. It wasn't supposed to take on a breath, sprout legs, and come to life. It's all supposed to just be a not fully sober bo9t not tipsy thought that you let slip over your lips after it jumped up your throat and it's supposed to die just as quickly as it's uttered.

But in the time it takes for you to laugh it out, "What if we got nipple piercings? That would be hot," a seriousness and a desire plants itself in Eddie's chest. He manages to laugh with you in the moment but when you crawl into his bed later in the night, taking both pillows to hog leaving Eddie to prepare for the fight that will ensue with your unconscious body for one of the pillows back, Eddie creeps into the kitchen. He settles down at the counter, digging out the phonebook that he's not sure how they acquired--it feels like it's always been like the wrappers and cans--and flips through until he reaches the t's. Tattoo shops being his first line of defense. He'll try P's if nothing else strikes him.

Eddie grabs the white pad that he and Wayne use mostly for grocery list as haphazard as they are, and starts to scratch down names, addresses, and numbers. Only of the places he thinks the van could get there and back and that sound halfway decent to him. Besides, it could be a fun weekend trip to go into the city on a Friday look through the shortlist and then on Saturday make it a day of getting the piercing.

He knows he's doing a lot for something that you may not even actually want, but goddamn does he love the idea. So the least he can do and show you that he's for it.

It's not a shock that you rouse awake before Eddie. You always would. He had a habit of staying up. You weren't sure if he was trying to outlast something--ensuring that he would be the last one awake, or if he was trying to exhaust himself so when he did fall asleep no other thoughts could plague him. However, given the habit, you know he'll be out until almost noon. You creep into the kitchen, knowing Wayne is most likely just getting to sleep or has only been asslep for a couple hours.

Sure enough on the cot, you catch Wayne's sleeping frame and catch just the tail of his snore. You're as quiet as you can be to grab the box of cereal of the top of the fridge--a box you know they only have for you and you get the milk from the fridge with minimal rattle from the door hinge. It feels like any other Saturday morning until you catch the sight of the open phonebook.

Now you're here, sharing a receiver with Eddie to ask shops about healing times, proper after care, shop times after what what supposed to all just be a drop in the universe and never take stake. You don't know whether to thank or curse that beer. You don't know whether or not to thank or curse the universe. But you see the glee in Eddie's eyes as you narrow down to four different shops.

You're picky and Eddie's okay with it only because you're agreeing to the whole plan. He'll let you be as picky as you need to be; it only matters that you keep saying yes each time he asks if you really want it.

"What if I cry?" Eddie asks the question paused outside the glass doors. "If you go first and don't cry, I'm going to look stupid."

You roll your eyes, taking his hand again. "Then you'll just have to look stupid."

He squawks at you, "Hey! You're supposed to tell me it's okay to cry because it's manly to cry and then I'm supposed to say I'll go first and show you it's not a big deal."

"Next time, director, give me a clearer script and I'll follow it," you tease, yanking open the door.

"Welcome in." A lanky man and a shorter woman greet you as you two approach. You smile at them and return a greeting before launching into your desire for a piercing.

The woman nods, "Hazel, I'm the piercer here. I think I remember your voice. Y'all called about a week ago?"

"Eddie," you say pointing over your shoulder and then point to yourself and give your name. You don't even think about the fact that you're still holding his hand until Hazel asks who's going first and Eddie raises boh your intertwined hands.

You sigh. "Him, please tell me he can get a lollypop after. He's nervous."

"I think that can be arranged," Hazel laughs.

The two of you pick out your jewelry. You going with a simple internal threaded bar with what almost look like opals at the end that screw the piercing in place. Eddie goes for silver hoops though Hazel warns they might be a bit rougher to heal. Hazel wavves for Eddie to follow her after all the forms are signed. "Bring them with you," Hazel calls out when she notices it's just Eddie. "I'll let you hold their hand. How does that sound Eddie?"

"Honestly, wonderful." He turns to you and you can see the plea in his big brown eyes--the stare is almost hypnotic and you push out of the leather seat at the front and follow behind.

Hazel is thorough, wiping down the chair. She washes her hands, slips on gloves and then as Eddie remove his shirt. She explains all the steps again, the dots to make sure they're even, the forceps to keep the needle straight as it goes through, the jewellry, her screwing the ends on. It doesn't sound terrible. Not fun, but not horrible.

Eddie's hands shake just a little and you forward, Eddie being in front, to take his pinkie with yours. He squeezes the digit for a second and then loosen the grip, but never letting it fall. Eddie can breathe a bit easier with your touch. You are a buoy. You keep him floating in a thrashing sea.

In the end, Eddie doesn't cry--as in he doesn't blubber during the piercing, but his eyes definitely water and you press a kiss to his cheek when it's done. "A true badass," you tease.

"I know you're teasing me, but it's actually helping so please continue by all means," he returns, bringing the back of your hand to his lips. It's a quick brush before Hazel brandishes a small clear dishes of lollypops. "Oh, fuck yeah."

Hazel winks up at you. "Keep them for the parents that want their daughter's ears pierced. You'd be shocked at how much a piece of candy does the trick."

"I concur," Eddie slurs out around the red lollypop he's chosen.

You slip onto the table after Hazel gets it resantized, gets into a new pair of gloves and grabs new and clean equipment for you. Eddie offers his hands, a wiggle of his digits and brows, but you shake your head no. He pouts. "It's okay if you do," he whispers.

"Do you want me to hold your hand so you aren't the only one who needed it?"

"Absolutely." He says it so definitely and you can only snicker before taking his waiting hand.

Eddie will admit he keeps waiting for the squeeze. But all you do is lay there. Even as Hazel pinches, pierces, threads, and screws into place, you lay there. The only sign that you're in discomfort is the held breath. You release it as Hazel finishes up on the left side and Eddie watches in the mirror as you take in the sight of your new piercing. He smiles when your face lights up.

It is undeniable hot to see your nipples decorated so pretty, but it's going to be a long twelve weeks. Though he wonders now that he's back in his shirt, if it just never wearing a shirt would help make the time go faster.

[jaybird-fanfics]

Villain Roommate |Chapter Nineteen|

"What are you doing?" You ask, still in shock from his actions. He was still hugging you, he felt...warm. "Just shut up and relax." Dabi muttered. You didn't know why, but your arms rose, and wrapped around him as well. "Good, now just focus on your breathing." Your eyes slowly close, and you did as he said. You breathed in and out slowly. "That's it." Dabi says, surprisingly softly. He didn't know why he was doing this as much as you did. But he was. "Thank you." You suddenly say. "For what?" He asks.

"I just didn't want you going back to that state before at your work." You silently agreed. You didn't want to feel like you did back then ever again. What you couldn't figure out, is why him of all people was so comforting in this moment. "I think I'm ok now." Dabi pulled away as soon as you said that. "Alright. Now, let's get a drink. I'm stressed as fuck right now, and need to relax a little myself." Dabi walks away from you. "How are we going to do that? You can't exactly go out to a bar anywhere." You ask.

"I saw the wine in your fridge." Dabi says as he looked over his shoulder. "We're you saving it for a special occasion?"

You shook your head no. "One of my coworkers gave me that for my birthday. And I uh, never really got around to it." Dabi gives you a confused look. "Your birthday?" He distinctly remembered that wine was not there in your old house, which means...

"Yeah, my birthday was a few days ago." You awkwardly admit. Dabi hummed in response before pulling out the wine. It wasn't his choice of alcohol, but it will do. "Then, let's celebrate." He popped the top off of the wine before taking to glasses from your cabinets. You didn't have any fancy drinking glasses, but neither of you minded. "Celebrate? Why?" You ask. "How old are you turning anyway?" Dabi asks. "Twenty three, but wait, you didn't answer my question."

"How about you answer this instead." Dabi takes a sip of his drink. "Why didn't you do anything for your special day?" He asks. You walked over and picked up your own glass, you took a sip. It was actually pretty good. How much did your coworker spend on this? Hopefully not too much. "I stopped doing that a while ago, doing something for my birthday that is. I...I was super depressed for a long time. And I just, stopped doing nice things for myself, I felt like I didn't deserve it."

Dabi set his glass down. "And what about now? You still depressed?" You shook your head. "Not as bad, at least. But, I just don't do anything for my birthday." Dabi finished his drink and poured another glass. "I see."

"Easy." You chuckle. "You're going a little fast there, savor your drink."

"Nah, I drink to get drunk. Though, it'll take a lot more than wine to get me drunk." He smirked. "You a lightweight?" You scoff. "Boy please. I can handle my alcohol."

"You said you were stressed, I thought you smoke when you're stressed, not drink?" You took another sip. "I'm trying to drop that habit." You raise and eyebrow. "Drinking isn't a good substitute you know?" Dabi laughed. "No, no it's not."

Things seemed to have calm down between the two of you after that. Though, you couldn't help but to think back on that argument you both had. You really shouldn't had gone as far as to assume something happened to Dabi, in order for him to turn out the way he is. Maybe he didn't have a motive, maybe he was evil simply because he wants to be. Either way, it rubbed you wrong.

You glance at Dabi, who's bored eyes were set on the TV in front of you. You looked down at your hands, fingers awkwardly fiddling together. You sigh, catching Dabi's attention. "Problem?" He asked, not taking his eyes away from the screen. "Yeah..." You mutter. "What is it?" He asks. You weren't sure how you would go about answering him. So, you just came right out and said it. "I'm sorry for assuming something happened to you. It was wrong of me and way out of line." Dabi finally looked at you, his bored expression stayed the same.

"Ok? What else?"

You met his eyes. "That's all. I just wanted to apologize." Dabi rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You're not totally wrong." You blink in surprise. "You don't have to explain yourself to me. I just-"

"Nah, it's fine. Let's just say...me and you got a lot in common when it comes to shitty fathers." Dabi said before turning his attention back to the TV. You half expected he continue, and he noticed that. "That's all you get for now." He finished. A part of you liked that "for now" part, curious to know more. While another part of you needed to remind yourself that he didn't have to explain anything to you, and that it was really none of your business.

Did you even want to know, like really want to know him? What if he's much worse than he acts already? Curiosity killed the cat, as the saying goes. And it was about to get you murdered. "I'll tell you a little about me if you tell me a little about you." Dabi gave you a look. "I know a lot about you already, don't I?"

"Do you?" You counter.

Dabi shrugged. "Fair enough. Go on then." Were you really about to explain your daddy issues to a villain? Well, telling by what he said, he had some issues himself. You took a deep breath before speaking.

"My father is a business man, to say the least. His quirk isn't anything to look at, but his money is. It's why he's got the position he's got today, he works at the best hero internship in Japan. When he and my mother had me, and when I got my quirk, you could imagine he was eager to basically exploit my powers to the best of his abilities." Dabi Listened as you went on.

"Ever since I got my quirk, he's been wanting me to put it to good use. But not like how my mother wanted me to, he wanted me to become a hero. To make him even more wealthy than he already is. But I refused to go to UA once I was old enough, you could also imagine the disappointment he had for me. But that didn't seem to stop him, to this day, he tries to make me a hero. He wants so desperately for me to become something I'm not."

"Oh and get this. Way back when I was a teen, I told him that I had thought about becoming a doctor. So then I could really put my quirk to good use, like he wanted me to." You felt anger bubble in your chest as you remembered what he told you. "He said, don't you want to become a real hero? Like doctors weren't shit, you know? It didn't take long after that for me to stop wasting my time on him."

You lean back into the couch with a sigh. "And that's my dad story. Your turn." Dabi was silent for a moment or two. He leaned back as well.

"My father, is a complete and utter scumbag...He was an abuser from day one, he's a big reason why I'm doing this whole villain thing. He wanted the perfect child, and he got a failure. So he tried, and tried again...until he finally got it. The perfect child. Then I was nothing to him, nothing but a stain on the family name. I eventually broke down, and left with nothing but the clothes on my back. I faked my own death just to get away from it all."

A dull ache filled your chest at his words, you had no idea. He went as far as to fake his own death. You couldn't help but feel for him.

"Was Dabi always your name?" You suddenly ask. He faked his death, surely he changed his name as well. "No it wasn't." Dabi stood up from the couch and began to walk to his room. Before he closed the door, he said this.

"But, I'll tell you when the time comes."

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[michinnyun]

A Quiet Life

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Summary: Life is different when the danger's over. Not bad. Just different

Tags: Soft Steven Grant (Marvel) × Picnics × Romantic Gestures × Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD × Steven Grant Needs a Hug (Marvel) × Hugging × Gentle Kissing × Fluff × Tooth-Rotting Fluff × Established Relationship x No use of y/n

Words: 1.1k

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It’s a glorious summer day, and you're stuck inside at work.

Things are slow. Your favorite coworker isn't here. The hours tick by and you sneak glances at your phone to see if one of the boys texted you. Nothing.

You sigh, tapping your fingers on your chin. Steven’s the one that fronts most of the time nowadays, since he's the one who's most equipped to hold down a job that doesn't involve killing people. He’s been absorbed in his Egyptology books, drinking his fill on his favorite subject. You thought he'd be tired of it after everything with Jake and Khonshu, but old habits die hard. You don't like to disturb him. You know he values his alone time, just like you value yours. Besides, you still have plenty of time together in your days off. It'd just be nice to hear from him once in a while, that's all. Just because you're so bored.

The minutes finally trickle away until it's time to leave, the moon high in the sky on your walk home. You shiver despite the warm weather, remembering who keeps watch over the travelers of the night. You weren't spared in Khonshu’s quest for vengeance, and you hope you won't be meeting him again anytime soon. You'll take your boring life over another cosmic quest for balance or whatever, thank you very much.

Your key slides easily into the lock of Steven’s door. Expecting him to be curled up in his office chair with another book on the Ennead, you almost drop your bag when you see what he's done to the flat.

Electric tea lights are on every surface and a big cozy blanket is covering the floor, festooned with pillows. The window is wide open and moonlight illuminates Steven sitting eagerly on the floor.

“What’s this?” you ask quietly, shucking your jacket and taking in the room in awe.

“A little surprise!” he says. “I thought we could have a picnic after work.”

He jumps up and grabs some plates from the fridge while you toe your shoes off.

You sink into the pillows, surprised to find that the floor doesn't feel so hard on your bottom. He must have put some sort of foam pad down before the blanket. He really thought of everything.

Steven comes over with food and a bottle of wine, as well as some glasses. A laugh bubbles out of you in amazement.

“You did this all for me?” you ask. He nods. “Why?”

Steven shrugs. “Haven't seen you in a while. We've both been so busy, I didn't want you to think I’d forgotten you. Jake and Marc had their say in what we should do tonight, but I wanted to do something special for you.”

He’s talking with his hands a lot, and you get the sense that he's nervous. It's not that you don't believe he would arrange something like this, so incredibly romantic and kind. In fact, it's perfectly in character for him do to something this thoughtful after the long day you've both had.

But you also spend every night with him, listening to him mutter in his sleep and watching his face change due to nightmare after nightmare. You've been through things together, and you know him a little better than he thinks. You place your hand on top of his, and he stops fidgeting.

“Steven.” You force him to look at you. “What's wrong?”

He just stares at you for a little bit, stammering. Then his lower lip trembles. You smooth his hair, and he leans into the touch like a particularly affectionate cat. It's like something in him breaks.

“Things have been quiet,” he mumbles. “We both have jobs. Normal jobs. We’re normal people. I don’t… Sometimes I don't really... know what what to with myself. I don't want you to become bored of me.”

You lick your lips. Out of the three of them, Steven is definitely the most sensitive. Marc made him take the brunt of his psychological trauma their whole lives, and it breaks your heart that sweet Steven still thinks that's all he's good for, even when the danger is long gone.

You cup his cheek. He leans into you, practically sagging until you're laying in the pillows, him snuggling into your neck like he’s trying to bury himself in you.

“You know what I was actually thinking on the way home today?” He hums. “That I’m glad things are normal. I’d take a boring day of working or reading or doing chores with you over everything else.”

Steven presses his warm lips to your neck, and you shiver. He wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you down so he can properly kiss you. You sigh. It’s been a long day, but you're glad you get to end it with Steven. You're glad you get to end every day with your boys, but today in particular, you're glad it's him.

You pull back and look into his eyes, warm and dark and full of fathomless depths of affection.

You smooth out his crow’s feet with your thumb, thinking about how prominent they've become since he was freed from Khonshu’s service. Signs of good, happy years. You press a kiss to the corner of his eye.

“You make me want a quiet life,” you murmur.

One thing you love about Steven is how vulnerable his face can get. It’s unnerving how different his expressions can be from Marc's. Jake is an entirely different animal that you're still figuring out, but Steven. Sweet Steven. He looks like you’ve just peeled open your heart and offered it to him in slices.

“I love you,” he says, wisps of stubble scratching your cheek as he pulls you in for a tight embrace. “I wish I could absorb you. Like an angler fish.”

You laugh. “I don't think you've got enough room in there for one more.” You card your fingers through his curls and scratch his scalp. He shivers in pleasure. “Besides, male angler fish are much smaller than the females. Wouldn't I be the one absorbing you?”

He grunts. “Details. Technicalities. All rubbish. We're not actually angler fish, and I can do whatever I want. And I want to absorb you.”

You kiss his cheek, smiling. “Okay. You can absorb me. You win.”

He laughs triumphantly, tangling your legs together. You sigh, inhaling the smell of his pomade and body wash that you love so much.

The food Steven brought out sits untouched for a good while.

[nightingaelic]

Companions reaction to the Courier just casually having 36 gold bars from the Sierra Madre Casino?

"Yep, that's pretty much it." The courier gestured at the Lucky 38's empty cocktail lounge. "You've already seen the penthouse, and this is the last floor before that one, so that kind of concludes the tour. Make yourself at home, and all that."

They snapped their fingers, but whatever Securitron they appeared to be trying to summon was apparently not within earshot. With a sigh, the courier headed over to the bar themselves. "I thought I told them I wanted this place staffed, as long as I was home. I don't fucking remember how to mix a cosmopolitan... ah, whatever."

Their companion drifted over as well, watching while the courier crouched down to retrieve a clean martini glass and a few bottles of liquor. The Mojave's most- or least, depending on who you asked- fortunate individual then turned to the miniature refrigerators that were concealed under the counter, opening one to a collection of fresh desert fruits and one to a variety of cold sodas before yanking open a cooler completely filled with gold bars.

"Oh, whoops," the courier said in a casual tone, swinging the door shut again. "Wrong fridge. Forgot those were up here, actually."

Arcade Gannon: "Oh, sure," Arcade said, nodding as he slid onto a bar stool. "Yeah, I know I have a habit of leaving gold bars lying around my tent at the Old Mormon Fort. I'm just tripping over the things, it's a huge hassle."

"Mmm-hmm," the courier agreed vaguely. They were still perusing the liquor cabinet's contents and clearly weren't listening.

"Six."

"Hmm? What?"

Arcade leaned over the bar. "Why do you have GOLD BARS in your goddamn refrigerator?!?"

"Oh." The courier waved the question off. "Got kidnapped, wound up at the Sierra Madre, ran a heist. Long story."

"Then make me one, too," Arcade demanded, indicating the martini glass. "For that much gold, I've got the time."

Craig Boone: Boone eyed the fridge with misgiving. "How'd you get that much gold up here? It's got to weigh..."

"Almost 1,300 pounds, yeah," the courier agreed, flashing him a grin. "Same way I usually get my drinks up here. Securitrons."

"Right." Boone shot a suspicious glance toward the elevator, back the way they had come. "Why?"

"Collateral." The courier stood up and plunked a bottle of tarberry juice on the bar, next to the vodka and unidentifiable liqueur. "Currency. Hard asset backing, conversation starter, you name it. Gold is just useful to have, even if I don't need it that often."

"When was the last time you used it?"

"Ah." The courier began pouring vodka into the martini glass. "You heard about the Kings' gripes with the NCR moving into Freeside? Well, I've got 36 of those babies up here in my fridge. The King has number 37, and I hear the two groups have been getting along much more smoothly since I parted with it."

Lily Bowen: "You should hide your valuables somewhere safer than the refrigerator, dearie," Lily suggested, squeezing onto a barstool. The stool groaned dangerously, but it held her weight.

"We're on the top floor, Lily," the courier replied, unearthing the bottle they were looking for. "Well, second from the top. With a whole squad of Securitrons between here and the ground, and no chance of anyone just wandering in and raiding my liquor cabinet."

"What about that nice lady with the caravan?" Lily said. "Oh, what was her name... Rosie! She does like her drink. A little too much, if you ask Grandma."

The courier chuckled and uncorked the tarberry juice. "I'll be sure to tell Cass that you disapprove of her lifestyle, next time I see her. Don't worry about the gold, Lily, no one knows it's up here but you and me."

"If you say so." Lily smiled. "Make Grandma's drink a virgin, pumpkin. She's watching her weight."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: "Espera un minuto, Six," Raul said crossly as the fridge slammed closed. "I was looking at those."

"Well look, but don't touch," the courier replied, moving to open the door again.

Raul leaned forward over the counter. Sure enough, gold bars. He counted them one by one, then turned to the courier with a bewildered look. "Treinta y seis, Dios por encima de nosotros. How did you come by them?"

The courier shrugged. "I earned them. Some idiot decided to slap a slave collar on me one moonlit night. In exchange, I took him for everything that he had."

Raul whistled. "Sounds like a good campfire story, boss. Got time to tell it?"

The courier popped up from behind the bar again and offered him a beer. "Maybe in installments, if you ask nicely. Like those pre-war telenovelas you're always on about."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: "You're stashing gold in your icebox?" Cass said, scrambling behind the bar to get another look at the treasure. "Who even are you, Six?"

"Thirsty," the courier complained, nudging her out of their way with a well-placed bump of the hip. "Come on, I'm already being forced to make my own drinks today like some dusty saloon owner, leave me alone."

"Give me that." Cass yanked the bottle of tarberry juice out of their hand. "I'll pour your damn drink for you, just give me one of those gold bars you're hiding."

"No."

"Fine." Cass uncorked the juice with her teeth and began guzzling it, ignoring the courier's cries of protest. She let out a theatrical sigh of satisfaction when the bottle was empty. "Delicious."

"I have more," the courier said reproachfully, going back to their search of the bar. Cass grinned and settled herself onto a stool with some whiskey, content to heckle them for the rest of the evening.

Veronica Santangelo: "Uh, Six?" Veronica leaned around the bar and stared at the closed fridge. "What are... what are those up here for?"

"Eh, it seemed like a good place to keep them," the courier replied, moving on to the next fridge. "I'm not good with remembering combinations, and the basement of this place is beyond creepy."

"Yeah, but... a fridge?" Veronica smirked. "Gonna shave off some gold every now and then, throw it on a drink as a garnish?"

"We could." The courier popped up with some tarberry juice and a smile. "House did things at his parties that were loads wilder than eating gold. He's got pictures up in the penthouse from his early days, if you know where to look."

Veronica wrinkled her nose. "I don't want to know. And neither do I want to eat gold. What I was trying to ask was, why do you have a stash of gold at all?"

The courier uncorked the juice and gave her a good, long look. "You said you used to have a girlfriend, and a kind of... grandpa figure, out West, right?"

ED-E: ED-E tilted its speaker down toward the fridge full of gold, then up again at the courier in silence. It did this a few more times before the courier finally noticed. "What?"

ED-E gave them a blat, then shook itself. "Well don't look at me," the courier replied. "I didn't even know about the gold before I went trudging off into the desert looking for the Sierra Madre. That... that just sort of happened, and I already told you, I wasn't walking out of there without some kind of souvenir for my trouble. Keeping you in the dark about the gold was for your own safety, you bucket of bolts."

This wasn't enough to satisfy ED-E, who continued on with some blips and buzzing. The courier sighed. "Yeah, I told Veronica about her... everything. Why do you think I'm up here with you instead of running around the Mojave with her? I'm stuck here, playing the waiting game."

They turned back to the next fridge. "God, I'm going loopy up here without human contact."

Rex: Rex, unbothered by the hoard of gold in the courier's fridge, nuzzled his way into their path and began sniffing at the contents of the liquor cabinet himself. "Rex," the courier complained, nudging him gently out of the way. "I don't think there's anything up here that you would give two... wait a minute."

They reached into the back of the cupboard and withdrew a very old box of dog treats. Rex stared at the box and whined.

"Huh," the courier said with a shrug, opening the box and tossing him a bone-shaped dog biscuit. "Yes Man really thought of everything. Either that, or House was into some weird stuff."

[tartagliaxx]

helloo for the event i was thinking maybe petunia with kaeya/dainsleif?

“ KAEYA + PETUNIA ”

━━ ☆ PAIRING: kaeya/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff/comfort

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: petunia | anger, comfort, feeling good with someone

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: established relationship, spoilers on kaeya's backstory

if you forego the knowledge that kaeya often dances with the darkness as if it's his mistress then you would find that kaeya made the ideal knight. for starters, he was swift-footed and agile. you've lost count of how many times you stood in awe as he twists his body with ease to appear at his enemies' most vulnerable points. second, he was quite the gentleman. most of the grandmothers in mondstadt knew him to be a man who stops his work to help carry their load during sunday morning market runs. not to mention he never fails to greet you with a fleeting kiss on the hand despite the many years you have known him. there was, however, one thing that stood out the most and that is kaeya's incredible patience.

you'd see it in the way he nudges the right people to make the right move while he sits back and watches as the show he set up unfolds in front of his very eyes; feel it in the way his calculating gaze falls heavy on reconnaissance reports; hear it in the amused chuckles that slips past his lips while waiting for a minor slip-up in long, winding conversations. above all, kaeya's patience shows best in the way his face is perfectly schooled to make sure nothing oversharing shows on it.

very early on in your relationship, you found yourself quite... distraught as you never know what he's feeling. it's not like kaeya would approach you and talk about his fragilities either. in a way, it placed a distance in between you two that you didn't know how to cross and for a long time, you stayed like that— distant and unwilling to be two halves of a whole.

even now, after years of devoting yourself to recognizing as many of his ticks and habits, you weren't confident enough to say that you could read kaeya. in fact, you doubt anyone in teyvat could ever do so because he was just too rigid and cold in that aspect.

your curious line of thought broke when you heard the door creaking open. oddly, he didn't call out for you as he usually did. placing the book you were previously reading right by your lampshade, you hesitantly moved to the living room. there was something foreign in your stomach that screamed 'don't go! something's wrong!' but it wasn't like leaving kaeya alone would help ease your anxieties. still, you made sure not to irritate the floorboards too much in the case that feeds on his, as you assume, agitation.

"kaeya?" you kept your voice low and soft as the first thing that you spot as you step into the entryway was his tense shoulders.

he didn't reply nor did you expect one in the first place but you still tried. you knew that if kaeya wanted to talk then he would come to you himself so instead, you retreated to the kitchen and began heating some water for tea. it was by far, your safest bet.

you inched closer to the fridge next, moving glass bottles to look for a light snack, perhaps something sweet, to accompany the black tea you were brewing for him. you remember hearing from albedo that sugar weakens the body's response to stress, therefore calming you even if it's only by a small percentage.

deep inside your thoughts, you didn't notice kaeya's presence until he plopped his head on your shoulder. you heard his sight of content as his arms snaked around your waist to keep you close. taking that as permission, you ran a gentle hand through his hair.

"i made you some tea. do you want to move back to the living room?"

kaeya made a noise of agreement so you slowly pried yourself off his grip. surprisingly, he didn't complain as he probably would if he was in the right state of mind. tentatively, you reached for his hand that was almost bruised up from the intensity of his grip earlier.

"do you want to go on ahead? i can bring the drinks for you..."

"i'll help." it was only a short sentence but it was enough for you to recognize that he was feeling too much— that he was drowning in a miserable landslide of bottled-up emotions that you couldn't decipher quite yet. after all, there was very little to go by in the unusual raspiness in his deep, charming voice.

you hummed in relief because at least he wasn't pushing you away. giving his hand a small squeeze of appreciation, you went back to the task you were doing before his intrusion. you felt kaeya's anger through his gaze. it wasn't directed at you but the remnants of the frost still fell on your skin. there was the curiosity, of course, but you tried to stop yourself from pushing him to talk when it didn't seem like he wanted to.

"alright, i'm done. let's go?" kaeya didn't respond, choosing instead to turn around and lead you out.

you didn't know precisely how long you sat around in silence, cups long drained out and legs numb from the lack of stretch. interestingly, kaeya hadn't moved an inch since he sat down, and yet he didn't appear to be as affected as you were. did he always mull over his thoughts like a cold, dead marble statue when he was frustrated? it was a little disappointing that you didn't know.

"kaeya?" his hands twitched in recognition. "i'm going to the bathroom for a bit and run you a bath, alright? i'll be back soon."

before you could plant your feet to the ground, kaeya's hand moved to grip your thigh lightly. "can i vent to you?"

you blinked, clearly not expecting him to open up but you didn't entertain your surprise any longer than that. "of course." you hoped that the way you turned to face him spoke enough of your willingness.

"we lost an arrest today. if it weren't for that junior knight—"

you weren't scared of kaeya but the way he seethed those words out had you fearing for that knight's life. "kaeya."

instinctively, kaeya's tense shoulders relaxed at the sound of his name in your tender voice. it didn't even matter to him that your call was actually a warning.

"it shouldn't even push me off the edge but— we've been looking for this man for quite some time now and because my men apparently doubled as toddlers who needed watching over, we now have to start from scratch."

"is this man that big shot treasure hoarder you told me about?" kaeya's eyes widened, shocked that you even remembered his off-handed comment before nodding with a small smile.

"that's the guy. my sources say that he's planning something big by the end of the month and—"

there it was— the reason why he lost himself in his fury. his death anniversary was coming up soon and kaeya always pushed himself further in work whenever it was this time of the year. perhaps it was his way of honoring him, maybe even an act of apology if you were the sentimental kind of person. either way, you dared not linger in trying to figure out what kind of thoughts spun around his brilliant mind. there was no hope in trying to figure that mystery.

"i feel like i failed him."

it was barely an audible whisper but you managed to catch wind of it. inching closer, you let your head rest over his chest where the beat of his heart almost sounded melancholic.

"i never knew him personally so i can't speak for him but... if he was truly as great as the man you make him out to be then i do not doubt that he'd be proud of you. i don't think he ever expected you— or anyone for that matter— to be this infallible protector that would never fail to hunt down the city's enemies. i think he just... wanted someone to stand and try their best. seeing you like this now, i'm certain that he couldn't have asked for a better son."

it took kaeya a good minute before your words sank in. meanwhile, you busied yourself by tracing abstract shapes on the small patch of skin that showed through his gloves. too intrigued by his hands that did everything a little too well, you didn't notice the way kaeya's eyes were glossed over with love.

"who would've thought you were such a good talker?"

you huffed, faux annoyed that he was back to being honest with his teasing nature but it was clear to anyone that your true feelings lied in between relief and ease.

"don't test me. i'll finish up all the warm water and leave none for you."

kaeya laughed, thoroughly amused that of all the comebacks you could possibly pick, it was that one that you fired back. "well, i wouldn't have to worry about that if i sneak in during your turn, right?"

you couldn't help but whip your head, aghast at his sudden proposition. "i swear to god—"

before you could even begin scolding him, kaeya hunched over, his loud cackles echoing against the walls. to your untrained ears, kaeya's laughter was that of mocking but to him who knew his heart best, it was a laughter of relief and joy. joy because he felt good— undeniably and genuinely good for the first time in ages. joy because he found you who could calm him down when no one else could and finally, relief because for once, someone stayed to give him the comfort he needed when everyone else ran away.

━━ ☆ NOTES: i did kaeya because i don’t write for dainsleif yet. thank you for joining the event and i hope you liked it! view the rest of the shorts here! 💐

[seacottons]

[ idol!au ] — ateez x 7/11 employee reader

notes: this is so fucking stupid i'm cackling. some are based on their vlogs : minkiway, achallenz, ateezlog, and 1day vlog.

— hongjoong

"Let's get the strawberry yogurt smoothie."

"But we already got too many custard and pudding cups?"

"Do you want San to mope for the next two days?"

"No?"

"Alright then. So, get the yogurt smoothie."

You hear the commotion and bickering before even spotting the two, a faint smile finding itself onto your features. You most definitely weren't eavesdropping. Their bickering was audible throughout the entire expanse of the small store, and you finally peered up from organizing the display of flavored gum to spot the smaller of the two give the taller an exasperated expression.

"You know I don't like spicy! Why would you even suggest that, you bum?"

"You asked for my opinion, Joong," Seonghwa rolls his eyes, gaze locking with yours in the process. A knowing smile crawls its way onto his visage for a brief second, before it's replaced with a faux look of concern, "Oh! Y/n! Why don't you suggest something new for Hongjoong to try out?"

At the sound of your name being called, the smaller male stiffens considerably, hand nearly loosening around the packet of kimbap in his hands. With a suspicious glare, his head instantly snaps to his friend, who in return sent a friendly smile towards you. Seonghwa nearly laughed at the flustered male in his peripheral vision, before nodding in acknowledgment towards you once you made yourself towards the aisle. Hongjoong helplessly watched as you conversed with Seonghwa, your laughter ringing in his ears like soft, melodious chimes.

The tips of Hongjoong's ears burned red, his hand subconsciously reaching up several times to tussle his tresses and hide the obvious signs of his infatuation and nervousness. Seonghwa's eyes glimmered with mischief as they briefly darted to eye his sweating comrade.

"I really like this one," you picked up a warm pack of the spicy cheese kimbap to offer them a look, your eyes flickering to Hongjoong immediately, "But you don't like anything spicy, right Hong-"

"I'll take it!"

Seonghwa merely casts him a look of surprise, and Hongjoong almost stutters as the taller scrutinizes him. Was he that obvious?

"I've actually been enjoying spicy food for the past few weeks," he claims defensively, shoulders straightening and frame subconsciously leaning towards your own as he quickly picks up a conversation with you, cheeks red and lips tugged up into a jaw-breaking smile.

When the two step out of the small convenience store, plastic bags in hand, Seonghwa waste no millisecond to address the elephant in the room, tone complacent and all.

"You're whipped."

— seonghwa

You stare at the blue cart filled to the brim with yogurt cups, and you give the tall male a puzzled look. You were accustomed to having the eight men from upstairs purchase an abundance of food, from dried goods to ready-to-eat meals, but this was new.

"Seonghwa, is this really for all eight of you? Just.. yogurt," you mused curiously, hesitant hands reaching towards the yogurt cups to begin scanning and bagging them.

"Yes and no," he offers a soft smile, hands reaching towards the number candle display, rolling it to the side in search of the desired numbers. He places a number 2 and 3 onto the counter, and you're even more confused than before, "It's for Hongjoong's cake. His birthday is today."

"Then why do you need the yogurt?"

"The yogurt is the cake."

Your lips form a silent 'oh' as you nodded absentmindedly. The two of you share a moment of silence, before your shared laughter erupts throughout the convenience store.

"How thoughtful of you, Hwa," you drawl out teasingly, gaze unwavering from his chiseled face, "That's cute. I bet he'll love it."

Seonghwa nods silently, a polite smile brightening his features as he helps you with the items and bags, insisting he'll pack up the yogurt while you scan. He had a habit of always needing to help and making sure he wasn't being too much of a bother. His head snaps up once you call his name for nth time, and a faint dusting of pink blooms on his facial features as he meets your gaze, "Oh. Sorry, did you call me?"

You giggle lightheartedly as you finalize the amount of his purchase, eyes curiously meeting his, "If you were to pick a non-traditional birthday cake, what would it be?"

"Ah, tteokbokki," he states without a second to lose, eyes sparkling underneath the fluorescent lights of the store, "it will definitely be tteokbokki."

"When the time comes, I'll gladly make you a tteokbokki birthday cake," you accept the cash from his hands, before closing the cash register with a bump of your hip, hands working on tying the two plastic bags filled with yogurt cups, "I mean- of course, if you don't mind that is?"

A bashful smile nearly breaks his face into two as he accepts the bags, hands purposefully brushing against your knuckles a second too long as he nearly laughs in amusement at your nervous smile, "I'd love that, Y/n."

— yunho

You wrap the damp rag around your lithe finger to wipe around the buttons and crevices of the dusty cash register. Once it was practically sparkling, you decided to wipe away at the glass fridge displays, roughly rubbing the stubborn fingerprints that remained on the surface.

The doorbell chimed, and from where you stood, you were unable to see the customer that had just walked in. The sound of a group of males pierced the silence of the store, along with the rumbling of the vending machines in the corner. Nevertheless, you called out with a warm welcome and hastily wiped the last of the few glass doors. Your co-worker was supposed to be here minutes ago, while you were slaving around cleaning the place all on your own and dealing with customers simultaneously.

Removing your gloves, you internally grumbled at the fact your co-worker was late from lunch for the third time this same week. Stomping your way towards the cash register you failed to remember to add a wet-floor sign onto the area you had just mopped, utterly forgetting about the whole ordeal as you made yourself to the front of the store. As you turned the corner, your sneakers skidded loudly against the slippery tiles, your frame instantly thrown off balance as a clipped yelp left your mouth, hands bracing in front of your face to shield it from any damage.

It took a few seconds for you to realize a pair of arms were secured around your waist, and you silently gaped at the male above you with a stupefied expression.

Of course, it had to be him.

The very same man you've been crushing on for a few months now. The very same man who worked three stories above you.

Yunho was so graceful for someone so tall.

"Oh, thanks," he laughed in amusement at your shocked expression, your hands reaching up to clamp around your mouth in horror, "Are you okay though? You... uh, you should put a wet-floor sign. Wouldn't want anyone suing you for falling, now would you?"

Heaven knows you were never more thankful for your co-worker being late again than ever before. You were so close to him, you can practically smell the cologne sprayed on his neck.

"No! No, of course not! I'll get it right away!"

When you scurry from his arms and to the back to rummage in the closet, Wooyoung's voice and laughter ring out loudly behind you.

"But you fall harder every time we come here! Just sue Y/n alread—" a muffled sound of a punch and a loud squeal of pain followed suit, "Ow! Hulk hands! What was that for!?"

— yeosang

In the late hours of the evening, you found yourself guiding Yeosang through the aisles of the convenience store for a mission he had to complete for a series they were filming. When you spotted no cameras around, you sighed in relief.

"You know you're cheating, right?" You ask as the male crouches down to examine the array of rice balls and other food on display.

"There are no cameras here. No one will know."

You pause momentarily to glance at the security camera nestled in the corner, before rolling your eyes and crouching next to him to aid him in his task. This isn't an uncommon occurrence. Yeosang has come down to the store numerous times to grab items for the vlogs he filmed. One time it was utensils and a bowl, and the other time was an abundance of gummy bears.

"I can't believe you're making me do this for you," you laugh in disbelief as he stands to watch you look around for a particular item.

"You know what my members like more than I do," he muses with a soft smile, "they practically live here."

"Yeosang," you called out with a quirk of your brow, "you live with them. If anyone's capable, it's you."

"I know. I still need your help though."

You internally sigh and get to work, not that you minded in the slightest. Your heart was practically hammering out of your chest the moment he stepped foot inside the store.

"The guys usually get this pack of ramyun almost every visit, along with this rice ball," you arrange the food in his cart, before dragging him into another aisle, "We also got this new shipment of honey rice cakes- I'm sure Seonghwa will like them. He usually prefers the older types of snacks. Wait. Do you need Mingi's diarrhea medicine too?" You joke with a lighthearted laugh.

Yeosang gives you a grimace, and his judging eyes study you for a second too long that has your neck and ears heating up rapidly, "No, Y/n. Mingi's digestive system is doing just fine now.."

Yeosang nods absentmindedly as he's dragged to and fro from one aisle to the next, unable to focus on the words that come flying rapidly from your mouth "..And Hongjoong always tries new potato chips every time he visits, but these are his favorite, I can tell. San likes anything sweet. If there's no more yogurt smoothies left, just get a chocolate bar."

You peer at Yeosang who remained silent the entire time, his unfocused gaze trained on you. With a snap of your fingers in front of his face, he startles at the sudden sound, eyes wide and darting rapidly in confusion, "Oh! Sorry, Y/n. I got distracted there. Did you say something?"

"Cute," you laugh airily at his flustered expression, thumb jutting behind you towards the drink display, "I almost forgot the most important item- coke! You guys are the reason it's always out of stock here."

Taking a look at the clock above the door, you gawp in disbelief as you wait for the male to fish out his wallet, "Yeo, you've been here for the past half hour. They're going to think you got lost."

"No, that's alright," Yeosang mumbles as he hands you a sufficient amount of cash for the items, eyes looking anywhere but your face, "We should do this again sometime."

"Hm," you glance back up at him questioningly, "Sure. Whenever your next challenge is, I suppose. I don't mind helping."

He reaches up to awkwardly scratch his neck, lips pressing together into a firm line before he has the courage to meet your eyes and reply, "Oh- no. I meant.. on our own free time. No challenge. Just us two. Hanging out? Buying snacks?"

You almost stumble over yourself at his words, hands clammy and face burning. Nodding subtly, you fail to realize the goofy, flirtatious smile settling on your face as you hand him the receipt.

"Challenge accepted."

— san

"And they said it tastes like toothpaste! Can you believe them?"

You reached out to pat a hand onto the taller male's back in a caring manner, nodding when he asked you how ridiculous the other members' statements were.

"Yes, of course," you console him as you carefully organized the new shipment of chocolate bars on display, allowing the male to vent to you in the aisles of the convenience store he frequently visited from upstairs. He's also been trying to persuade you to join his mint chocolate cult for the past two weeks now.

"Mint chocolate doesn't taste like toothpaste! Toothpaste tastes like mint chocolate," San brushes a hand through his pink locks, eyeing you for a reply in agreement. You think he only came down here not only to vent, but to also fuel his ego by finding another person to agree with his statements and judge his friends' taste in food- other than Mingi, of course, "don't you agree?"

You nearly laugh at the awaiting gaze that overtakes his features. He was very serious about this topic, so it was safe to assume his older friends bashed the flavor to the point San took it almost personally, "Yes, San. For the hundredth time, mint and chocolate are the perfect pair. They're like.. peanut butter and jelly. Cheese and corn. Strawberries and bananas. And-"

"Me and you."

You think you hear wrong as he quickly dashes towards the ice cream freezer to grab a handful of mint chocolate ice cream pints.

"What?"

"Hm?" he has the audacity to tilt his head in amusement, eyes practically twinkling with mischief, "What's the matter, Y/n?"

How dare he fluster you like this. Your jaw is slack as he walks back over to you with the same, bright smile and dimple on display. The words nearly die in your throat as he looms over you with a look of mock curiosity and innocence, "N-nothing, uh- do you want me to check you out?"

"You're more than welcome to anytime, Y/n. No need to ask."

His smile stretches in amusement as your eyes widen in shock. He knew what he was doing to you. You choked out a response, nodding your head as you made yourself over to the register counter.

Once placing the ice cream pints and eight plastic spoons in the bag, you handed it to the bubblegum haired male, whose eyes crinkled happily, "No need to be shy, Y/n. Sometimes, all you need is," he reached over to press the tip of your nose back with the pad of his finger, "encourage-mint."

His laughter rung like the bell chime that signaled his departure, and before he turned the corner to go back to the entertainment building upstairs, he sent you a quick and mischievous wink.

— mingi

The steam from your ramyun cup swirled up to meet the cold air as you sat alone in front of the convenience store for your lunch break. You watched as people scuttled through the streets in an attempt to avoid the light misting of rain. The cup of steaming noodles helped warm your hands though, and the store awning provided enough shelter from the rain.

Taking a generous amount of noodles in your mouth, you slightly wince at the searing temperature on your lips.

"Y/n? What're you doing out here?"

A voice caught your attention, and your head snaps up to meet the eyes of the well-dressed male standing nearby with a to-go bag in hand. You stare with stuffed cheeks and wide eyes, quickly ducking your head to drop the remaining noodles hanging from your lips back into the steaming cup. You don't know why he's asking a question like that. He, along with the others, have numerously visited the store or were nearby when you were on your lunch break. Even Yunho memorized your lunch schedule throughout the week.

"Mingi! Hi-" you cough out suddenly, hand quickly reaching up to wipe the sauce from your lips. He makes his way over to where you're sitting, before plopping beside you and proceeding to open the bag in his hands. You give him a questioning look, and when he feels his eyes on you, he turns to you with a smile.

"You don't mind if I eat lunch with you, yeah?" He snaps his chopsticks apart and gives you a hopeful look, "You just seem all bored and lonely by yourself."

You stare flabbergasted at his words, before shaking your head almost too quickly after a moment of silence. You didn't mind the lack of company actually, but Mingi was too sweet for you to deny, "No, of course not. But it's okay, you don't have to-"

"One doesn't let their friend eat all alone," he simpers, before eyeing his styrofoam box and thrusting it in front of you, "Here! You should try some barbecue eel. It's perfect for this kind of weather."

The two of you spent the next half hour conversing and stuffing your mouths full of food he had gotten from his mother's restaurant. His eyes sparkled once you complimented his mother's cooking skills, and a contagious smile found itself on his visage as you asked for the name of the place. He slurped another strand of noodle into his mouth before boisterously replying with a raised brows and a bright smile.

"I'll see if I'll have time this weekend to visit it," you accepted the napkin he offered you to wipe your mouth, before crumbling it and tidying up the area. He stands to discard the empty boxes of food and bags before checking the time on his phone.

"I'd love to spend more time with you, but Hongjoong will have my ass if I don't go back in time," he laughs loudly while dusting his clothes to rid himself of any fallen crumb, "Oh! Here's a card for my mother's restaurant! I always carry some with me wherever I go."

You accepted it with a grateful smile, brows knitting in confusion at the numbers scribbled on the corner of the small business card, "Oh, there's a number here? Is it their new number?"

"It's mine," he says while patting your head with a cheeky smile, "Next time, we should eat together there— where it's warm and not out here in the freezing cold."

You gape in awe at him, face flushing almost immediately. Mingi smiles, internally reminding himself to thank Yunho for the idea later.

— wooyoung

"Y/n! I can't believe you betrayed me like this!?"

Peeking your head up curiously, you quirked a brow in the direction of the heaving male, "What are you talking about?"

You place the last stack of cash into the register before closing it shut. The display of candy near the register needed organizing, and you sigh to yourself before you begin working on it. His friends stand outside, in front of the store, conversing amongst each other as they waited for him to finish grabbing 'something extremely important'.

Your friend nearly reached over the counter to shake you by your shoulders with an exasperated cry of anguish, "You told me you'll save me at least one of the BTS cold brew bottles! They're all sold out! Again!"

Oh. Of course that was the problem.

You roll your eyes at his dramatic rant, elbows resting onto the counter as you leaned forward teasingly. You were grateful no one else was in the store while Wooyoung had his meltdown. He would've probably frightened them anyway.

"I told you when the new shipment comes in to save me each version of them!"

"Wooyoung- it's just canned americano. We have plenty more brands to tr-"

"No! It has BTS on the packaging!" He explains quickly, "Don't you realize it's a godsend to have packaged food and drinks with their faces on it!?"

"You're going to throw the packaging away anyway! What's the point?" Your unimpressed face studies his in confusion. Internally, you smile to yourself at his frustrated tone. You love to rile him up.

When you were met with silence, you scrunched your nose in distaste, arms crossing in front of your chest defensively. He looks a bit flustered at your gaze, shoulders shrugging silently.

"Gross! Wooyoung, were you seriously planning on keeping and collecting them? Aren't you overdoing it?"

He lets out an indignant squawk and pins you with a pointed stare, which you returned with a blank blinking of your eyes.

"I don't tell you how to live."

Rolling your eyes, you turn to rummage through your bag tucked beneath the counter, before fishing out two cans of the americano. Wooyoung's eyes open wide in astonishment.

"You're lucky I remembered. My manager only let me buy two."

"Y/n?" He scrambles to the counter to take a good look at the cans, before he finds himself tugging you forward by your head with a loud cry of excitement, to which you groaned in protest, "I knew it! I knew you wouldn't let me down!"

Your face flushes at the close proximity and when the bell chimes signaling a new customer, your heart drops to your stomach in fright. You did not need anyone witnessing this. Wooyoung's grip was relentless as he squeezed your cheeks together and continued to praise you for being the most trustworthy person he knows.

"Wooyoung, how many times have I told you harassing someone isn't the way to express your feelings," Hongjoong's annoyed voice calls out from the front.

— jongho

You attempted to remain inconspicuous as you huddled over your phone over the counter, eyes glued onto the screen displaying the current live video. You swore you could hear their rackety footsteps and shouts from three stories below. You wouldn't be surprised if one of them came crashing down from the ceiling one day. An infatuated sigh and droopy smile tugged at your lips as you leaned your cheek against your palm.

A few minutes later, you had to mute your phone to attend a customer ( because heaven knows how loud and rowdy they get when they're all together. And you didn't need their argument about butts to blast out throughout the store ). To your displeasure, another few came strolling in. You wanted to groan in frustration at their impeccable timing. Of course, Ateez would start a live during your shift, and of course customers came flocking in as if the convenience store was suddenly a magnet.

By now, you've missed a good portion of the live, and some of the customers gave you wary looks as you trembled to hastily bag every item they purchased. You nearly ripped the register out in the process of your haste.

You thought it was finally the last of the burdensome customers, when a handful of bags of chips, ice cream pints, and ramyun cups were placed onto the counter. Sighing subtly, you glance up to give the customer a fake smile, only to gape as the male across from you has his eyes set onto your phone screen.

You feel the force of heat rush to your face like a volcano spitting out molten magma, and with a noise between a strangled gasp and cry, your hand quickly slams on top of your phone to shield the screen and hopefully save the last bit of dignity left in your system. You gripped it against your chest with a panicked grin, and his eyes flickered down and then back up to meet your own.

The last thing you wanted was for the boys to know you keep tab of their activities and projects. You were just supposed to be the friendly clerk downstairs. You muster up the energy to not feel too affected by the questioning stare the other is giving you.

"Well," the male chuckles at your perplexed and flustered expression, "I've caught you red handed, Y/n."

Your smile falters at the accusation.

"It's not what it looks like. It just popped up from my notifications- I wasn't even-"

"Hey, hey!" He suddenly quips playfully, arms out in front of him in defense, "No need to be so defensive. So, I take it you were lying when you said you weren't an Atiny?"

Your silence was a dead giveaway, and his smile only grew wider as you attempted to shrink into yourself.

"Who's your bias?" He tried again, and you laughed it off, quickly changing the topic by asking him how many napkins and spoons he needed for the ice cream. He reached a hand up to brush the red bangs from his eyes, before looming over the register a bit suspiciously. When your head snaps up to give him a look of confusion, his attention is suddenly drawn to the gas medicine displayed on the counter. You sigh in relief as you hand him the bags before wishing him a good rest of the day.

"Y/n?"

Before he bid you farewell from the door, he waved a hand up, mischievous smile plying at his lips, "Nice photocard you have there on your phone."

Your eyes glance down immediately to your device resting on the counter, breath leaving your lungs in embarrassment as the same red-head smiles back at you from your phone. Jongho's laughter can still be heard from outside even with the door shut, and you suddenly wish the floor will swallow you up to save the remaining crumb of dignity you had left.

[ramblingnoonas]

Steam

Pairing- Jungkook x female reader

Genre- smut & angst

Warnings- NSFW 18+, oral (receiving) edging , Dom JK,  shower sex, marking

Work count 1.5k

Summary- Jungkook is tired of your crazy work schedule and not getting enough time with you. When you get home late from work one night and take a hot shower to wind down Jungkook decides to join you and show you who your real boss is.   

Written by noona i                                                                       

   You let the warm steam fill your lungs and allowed your muscles to relax under the hot water of your shower as you think about the last few months. This was starting to become a bad habit, getting home at 1am from a long day at work, dinner now cold left on the table with a candle burnt half way down. Everything in your apartment is off except one light that is over the island in your kitchen with a note.

“Dinner’s on the table - JK”

 The notes have become shorter and shorter over time. They used to be filled with love, support and understanding. Now they are filled with disappointment and are straight to the point. You worry someday you will come home and the notes won't be there at all and shortly after neither will Jungkook. Leaning your head back into the warm water you don’t even feel the hot tears that are running down your face. You hear a noise that grabs your attention, it sounds like the bathroom door opening. It couldn't be Jungkook, you had looked into the bedroom before your shower seeing him asleep on the bed, phone still in hand from the messages he had sent you that you couldn't seem to answer because you were too busy again.

Ignoring the noise you go back trying to clear your mind and just enjoy the warmth of the shower. Hearing a noise again you open your eyes and are startled to see Jungkook entering the shower. He looks tired, eyes a bit swollen as though he had been crying. Looking at him breaks your heart, you know you have neglected his kind soul. A lunch bag packed in the fridge everyday, dinner set on the table in hopes you would make it home in time for it to still be hot, love songs written just for you. Jungkook was everything to you and you haven't made him feel that way in a long time. You’re not even sure what to say to him as he enters the shower, and you have too many things to pick just one. You manage to reach a hand out to him trying to take his in yours and mummer to him in a pitiful voice “ Kookie, i’m---” he cuts you off taking a step closer to you, thighs brushing against yours. He raises his hand behind your head grabbing your hair and roughly tugging your head to the side. He leans in and in a sweet voice that doesn't match his actions says “Noona, please. Not now, just let me have this.”

 With those words you completely surrendered your entire body to Jungkook. He starts kissing and viciously sucking down your neck to your collar bones making sure to leave marks that were going to last. If you weren't going to be with Jungkook as much as he'd like the least he can do is let other people know you were all his. Dark purple bruises were already starting to bloom as Jungkook made his way to your chest. One hand still tangled in your hair as the other hand massages and grabs your breast guiding it to his mouth. Sucking and biting at your nipple you feel it begin to harden and your want for Jungkook to touch you grows. He can feel the way you begin to squirm beneath his touch and it drives him wild, feeding his desire to be in control tonight. He lets your breast fall from his mouth and his strong tattooed arms that are now glistening from the water grab you by the shoulders and turn you so Jungkook's back now faces the water. He gets down on both knees while he slowly runs his hands down your entire body. Over the bruises on your chest to your warm plump breast down your stomach and to your hips where his hands grip them hard, rings digging into your bones which only make you weaker for him.

You lean your back against the wall and look down to see Jungkook soaked between your legs. He looks up through his wet bangs eyes full of lust, water dripping from his earrings onto his strong shoulders. Hips still pinned against the wall he begins to tease your folds with his tongue. With just the tip of his tongue he licks them up and down. You mindlessly spread your legs to allow him better acces of where you crave his tongue. “So needy for me aren't you baby.” Moving his hands from your hips he places them on your thighs helping to keep them spread for him. He traces your inner lips with his tongue then licks a wide strip right up the center of your entrance. Your knees buckle at the action but he helps you to regain your stance and places his lips where you want them the most. Taking turns between sucking on and lightly biting your clit, not forgetting to add his tongue back into the mix and you can feel your stomach already start to tighten. The view of Jungkook's face buried in your pussy as the water flowed down his body was enough to make you orgasm. He can feel your body starting to get close so he pulls his head away earning a loud moan from your mouth. He starts to suck on your inner thighs desiring total control over your high, and you wanted to let him have it, you needed someone else to take charge for once and make you feel powerless. While he sucks your inner thighs his hands move around to your ass massaging it. The way his body moves so smoothly against yours in the warm water feels so good and comforting. You notice a hand being removed from your ass and feel Jungkook's ring wrapped fingers enter into your heat without warning. Taking your breath away it forces you to lean over top of his head. You stick your hands out and hold onto his back and can feel every muscle in it working as he thrust his hand and arm in and out of you. Standing straight up again you take a second and listen to all the different sounds. You can hear the water splashing onto your skin, the thick metal chains on Jungkook’s wrists chiming together and your juices getting sloppier by the second as he plunges his fingers deep within you. Moans are spilling out of your mouth so loud that you can barely hear all the wonderful noises coming from within the shower. Your vision starts to blur as you get close to your high once again, and all of a sudden it stops. Your chest raising and lowering practically gasping for air Jungkook looks at you pleased, he sends you a dirty smirk starting to enjoy this power all too much…. If only he knew what it did to you.

  “Not...Until…I...Say…Cum.” Jungkook demands. Hooking one muscular arm around the back of your thigh for support he buries his face back into your aching cunt. Tongue feverishly licking up and down on your clit he takes his other hand and slowly slides two fingers back into your entrance stroking at your g-spot. Your legs start to shake and you don't know how much longer you can last. Grabbing his dark curls and entangling them within your fingers you push his head harder into you not being able to help but to grind yourself onto his face. “Kook-ah ah , baby, fuck, please, please let me cum. The sound of you begging, of you letting Jungkook be in control was making him harder than he has ever been. His cock swelling with blood feeling as though it was going to burst if he didn't get his own release soon. “Cum for me baby” Jungkook uttered in the most seductive voice you have ever heard him use on you. With that you came undone, your body feels as though it has an electrical current running though it sending a tingling sensation to every part. Your eyes squeezed tight, fist still clutched in Jungkook's hair you continue to feel your pussy pulsate around Jungkook's fingers until he removes them and replaces them with his tongue lapping up every last bit of you for his greedy self.

Breathing heavy, a smile crosses your face. You don't remember the last time you felt this close to Jungkook. When you finally look back down you see him beginning to palm his erect cock. He slowly starts to run a hand up and down his thick shaft while he wipes the water and cum off his face with his other. Jungkook stands to his feet, towering above you so close that water from his hair drips on your face and you can feel the head of his dick pressed against your stomach. He looks down with fully blown out eyes and tells you “First you're going to get down on your knees, and then you're going to taste me.”

[glitterge1pen]

Have You Ever Considered Craft Supplies Instead Of Drugs? Then This Might Be For You.

Kyōtani Kentarou x reader, sfw, fluff, 1,691word count 

His room for the most part was clean. It’s main function was for sleep though. This was apparent. His clothes, which were mainly basketball shorts and blank t-shirts, were scattered about in a way that told you he threw them there when going to bed.

Kyotani had told you to give him a few minutes, while he was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and struggling with the cap of his eyeliner pen. You felt comfortable enough in his apartment to check the fridge and see if anything was worth your while. But still you felt a bit like an intruder in his bedroom, which is where you had wandered off to.

The walls were white, mostly bare. There was a poster up for some band you didn't recognize, and another one advertising the Sendai Frogs that looked like he had ripped it off one wall to get onto his. You smiled at the thought of him stealing the poster from the grocery store display window or stadium parking lot.

You give his room one last once over before turning to leave. On your way out you trip over a shoe box. You would have just ignored it but a few tufts of paper flew out from the lid. You bend down to collect them but find that these aren't just trash from the shoe box. Quietly, and with a tinge of guilt, you kneel down to gently put the papers back in the box. The little scraps of paper you had found were actually sticky notes, you couldn't decipher the writing on them because of how faded and old the paper was.

You get one quick glimpse inside the shoe box on Kyotani’s floor. There are dozens of papers, printed photos, receipts, tickets, and what you assume are old keys. You feel like you've seen something very private of Kyotani’s and when you turn around to find him standing in the doorway, you gasp in shock.

“What are you doing in here?”

He seems more concerned and confused about you versus the fact that you are in his room. You decide sarcasm is the best choice of action.

“What? You embarrassed about me being in your bedroom?”

“Shut up and get out!”

Kyotani puts his hands on your shoulders and tosses you out into the hallway.

“Hey, hey, what time is it because we might actually be late to the movie now,”

You say pulling out your phone to get a glance at the clock. There was only twenty minutes before you were supposed to be at the theater.

“We’ll be fine, the trailers always play for too long anyways”

He says leading you out the front door.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

When the team wins a game and you head out to eat with the guys afterwards, your eyes don't usually follow Kyotani’s hands so closely. You hope that no one else has picked up on your new habit. But last week's venture into his bedroom has left you reeling in thought.

Kyotani doesn't really like to be hugged. During movie nights he sits separate from the pile of pillows and bodies. He tolerates head pats and high fives. When he hangs up the phone you can feel how difficult it is for him to say something like “bye I love you” platonic or not.

You hadn't really considered it before, at least not so intently in relation to Kyotani. Most people were easy to understand in their affections and how they garnered it. Or if they weren't so obvious, they made some sort of distinction, a simple “I don't like when people do this” or “I prefer this”.

Being friends with Kyotani you had assumed that he was content with what people gave him because he never asked for more. He didn't hug you when you two parted ways, and you never forced him to. He didn't ask or push on others boundaries but now after seeing that shoe box you wondered why he had never advocated for his own. You thought perhaps it wasnt that Kyotani disliked those other forms of affection or care, but rather he didn't regard those other acts as affections at all.

The sounds of the restaurant fade back in as your thoughts simmer down. You feel Tsukishima and Yamaguchi next to you. Enthralled in a conversation about some show they had been binging together. Apparently Yamaguchi had watched a few episodes without Tsukishima and everyone found the annoyed, bitter expression on Tsukishima hilarious, the table erupting in laughter.

“You good? You've been staring at nothing for five minutes,”

Kyotani said to you before taking another bite into his food. He sat across from you, his elbows propping him up over his plate of food.

“Yeah, just tired today,”

You say shaking your head as if trying to wake yourself up.

As the evening wears on, your eyes still follow Kyotani’s hands. Trying to catch the moment of thievery in action. To see if your contemplations are grounded in Kyotani’s actions or rather thoughts with nothing to hold as they pass you by.

But as everyone files out of the restaurant, the bill already split, the copy of the receipt abandoned on the table, you watch as Kyotani lingers for just a moment, to pocket the slip of paper.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You couldn't remember the last time you had attempted to burn a CD. Was it you who did it or a friend? It was years ago though that was for sure. You had made three playlists on spotify, checking and double checking that they were private playlists. After arranging them and finding the songs that fit just right with each list you started finding youtube videos of each song. From there you converted the links to MP3 audio.

While your computer whirred and the audio filed loaded onto the disk you thought about decorating the CD cases. Of course covering the clear plastic case with glitter gel pen and cute stickers was very tempting. But you weren't sure that was Kyotani’s style. At the same time this was supposed to be a gift from you. You met yourself halfway.  Decorating one CD case like how you would have wanted, and the other with more of a Kyotani flair, the third somewhere in between the two.

When the CD’s were done you carefully placed them into their new plastic homes. Grabbing a black sharpie to scribble the playlist names onto each. You felt like wrapping them would be too extravagant so you settled for tying a ribbon around the two.

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“What the hell do you want?” Kyotani says as he pulls up next to you on the curb outside your place. You had texted him earlier while he was at work, asking if could stop by after he got off. He has the window rolled down and you take it upon yourself to unlock the passenger door and climb inside.

"I wanted you to test these out"

You were hoping that you had done everything right with the computer.You hand him the CD's, he flips them over in his hands inspecting them.

“Is it cool if I take these ribbons off?”

You nod and he turns the car radio on to insert the CD’s. As the first song starts playing you turn to him.

“This is that band you like right? The one on that poster in your room?”

Kyotani is visibly flustered by this.

“Yes? Did you...did you make these for me?”

You throw your head back in a laugh.

“Yes, I made them for you,”

“Oh,”

He says in a rather soft amazed tone.

“Look, I didn't mean to, but when I was in your room the other day I tripped over that shoe box you have,”

You keep your eyes trained on the street outside the dashboard window. Unsure and a bit nervous to see what Kyotani is thinking. Tempted by curiosity though, you do look at him for a brief moment, only to find him also intensely staring off into the street. His face lit up red with embarrassment.

“I’m glad that I saw it though. Because that stuff is important to you and I want to know what you think is important”

The air in the car feels like it is clinging to your skin with tension. You think the pressure will start to crack your bones when Kyotani’s voice splinters the suspense.

“It's easier to feel something when its tangible, when you can hold it, it's why people still buy polaroids and go to museums and shit”

You nod, a jovial ease overcoming you as he continues to speak.

“I don't really like, uh, I guess physical affection or even talking or it’s not like talking, people call it words of affirmation or whatever,”

You hold the smile of your lips down, you don't want him to think you’re teasing him in this moment. You're just happy that he is comfortable enough with you to say such things.

“I know lots of other people like to have those types of things though, and I worked really hard to get used to stuff, but I don't know, this is what I like,”

He says gesturing with the CD case to you.

“I mean so like, birthday cards, post-it notes, bus transfers? Things that are directly attached to memories and people? Anything else you want me to know about?”

While it hurts a little that he’s struggling to talk about this matter, you can't help but revel in the unusual brash shyness of Kyotani. He does mutter something, but when you lean in closer to signal that you didn't hear him the first time he repeats himself.

“Event pamphlets. I know it's trash but I like it”

“Promise you won't get mad?”

You drawl your voice out and make it sweet so he knows you're messing with him.

“Hm?”

He says, eyebrow quirked in question.

“I think you'd be really into scrapbooking”

“Shut the hell up before I kick you out of my car”

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A/N: Took a break from my current writing obsession to spit this out .

[miss-smutty]

The Destructive Secret

Chapter 3

A/N- The secrets out! Well to you guys anyway 🤫

Summary- You've got a secret to hide and it's going to cause complete and utter destruction. It's only so long until your lies are going to catch up to you.

Word count- 3,258

Warnings- Swearing, lies, deceit, cheating

Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X you / Liam Hemsworth X you

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 25th May 2021

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings

Chapter 1 + 2

"Morning babe, I tried to let you have a sleep in. I didn't wake you did I?" He asks, preoccupied with the washing up.

"No, I actually had a good sleep for once." You say nonchalantly while searching through the kitchen cupboards for a mug in a half asleep haze. "That's not going to last long when I have to spend the weekend in a hotel bed though."

Finally finding your favourite mug right at the back of the cupboard, you slam it on the counter a little more aggressively than you expected, startling you out of your daziness. Your boyfriend raises his eyebrow at you questioningly and you just shrug your shoulders back at him. It was definitely going to be one of them days, those days where nothing goes right. You would question what you'd done to deserve it but you already know the answer to that.  You were just going to have to put up with karma kicking your ass at any given moment for the rest of your life.

"Aww I know babe, at least it's only two night's though." He comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You've just reminded me -" He presses carefully, the way he shifts his composure telling you he's uncomfortable with what he's about to say and your heart begins to beat a little faster. " - I know you're going away tomorrow and I really wanted to have the night alone..." He pauses again.

"Just tell me, what is it?" You ask, trying to keep the annoyance from your voice.

"My brother called this morning, he sounds in a bad way so I said he can come over and hang out tonight. You don't mind do you?" Now your heart stops beating completely, what the hell is he playing at? 

 "I'm worried about him, he's not been right lately and he's going away for work tomorrow night too so it's the only time I can see him really." You're angry with him for saying he's going away too, how more fucking obvious can he make it? You're just both suspiciously going to be away with work at the same time. You can't protest about it now, you don't want to raise any more questions.

"No of course not, babe." You agree reluctantly, still seething with anger on the inside. "Right, I'm going for a shower and then I better start packing." You sulk.

"Do you want some help?" He ask as you kiss him on his cheek while you're passing. 

"It's ok babe, you know how meticulous I am with my packing." You say smiling softly at him.

"Gotcha, I am not getting involved with that. Give me a shout if you want a coffee." 

"You're the best." 

                         ****************

Using the tap to muffle the sound of your voice while you make a call. This was starting to become a habit now, the sound of running water in the background whenever you speak to him, a memory that you will never forget. Whenever you run your bath or fill the sink you're going to be reminded of your lying and cheating. Great! Just another thing to add to the list of things to look forward to in the future.

You never thought you'd be a cheater, especially to someone you loved and cared for so deeply. You'd always despised people who cheated, could never understand how people could have multiple lives and cheat multiple times. Naively thinking that if they weren't happy they should just tell the person they are with and stop all the hurt but it doesn't always work that way. You didn't suddenly think 'hey I'm not happy, I'm going to go fuck someone else'. You certainly wouldn't have chosen his brother if that was the case. Over the years it just happened and you hated yourself for it. You weren't even unhappy in your relationship, so that throws all your theories of 'cheaters' completely out of the window. The sound of the dial tone snaps you from your thoughts.

"Hi babe." He answers almost immediately, leaving you with no time to regain your composure. "Hello?" 

"Oh erm.... Don't 'hi babe' me." Not a great start, you have to admit.

"What's wrong?" You can tell that Chris is amused with your tone of voice and it makes that anger resurface.

"You know exactly what's wrong, why the fuck are you coming over here tonight?" 

"Erm to s-" you don't even give him time to speak before you interrupt him. You don't believe that he's just coming to see Liam, you know he's coming to see you no matter what he says.

"As if it's not awkward enough without having you both in the same house together... You have to cancel." The thought of them both being together with you filled you with fear. How were you supposed to act around them both? The idea of it fills you with chills.

"I'm not cancelling. I haven't seen him in a while and he invited me. It'll be fine, I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise. I get you all to myself tomorrow anyway." 

"Exactly so why do you need to come over here and make everything all awkward?"

"Babe I'm coming to see my brother, you get me to yourself tomorrow. Don't be selfish" you could hear the amusement in his voice, you're sure he enjoys this.

"Pfft." A huff is about the only thing you could manage right now.

"You get to have both your favourite people in the same room, at the same time... Hey maybe we can have a threesome?" 

"Fuck off." You murmur, although you have to admit the thought of it does turn you on slightly. In a perfect world that would be the best possible outcome but it's not a perfect world and that most definitely would never happen.

"I'll see you tonight, wear something sexy." He laughs.

"This isn't funny." You reply before hanging up the phone and you're left alone with the tormenting sound of flowing water.

This is going to be a disaster, you can't help but think that tonight is the night it all comes out. Surely this isn't what he has planned, he wouldn't want to hurt his brother in such a viscous way. To announce at dinner that he's fucking his girlfriend and that they've been going behind his back and fucking for years. Surely not?  You're pretty sure you're being paranoid but know you're going to be on the edge of your seat all night, frightened everytime he opens his mouth to speak.

                                 **************

You're sure you've downed almost a full bottle of wine before he's even arrived, you try to remember how many glasses you've had when you finally hear the dreaded chime of the doorbell. Your head is dizzy with bubbles already, your stomach churning at the thought. It wasn't the cleverest of ideas to drink so much already, not when you need to be sharp and aware of what you're doing and saying. Fuck.

The way Chris' eyes light up when he sees you reminds you exactly why this is all worth it. You feel your nerves settle slightly now the first step was over and it wasn't so bad was it? You don't know what you were actually expecting, him to walk through the door and kiss you passionately sounds about right though.

"Chris! Hi, how you doing?" You act, standing on your tiptoes to hug him. It's so hard acting like he's your brother in law and not your... Boyfriend? Lover? You don't even know what to call him.

"Hi, beautiful." He whispers into your ear, making your stomach flip when you feel his lips graze against your neck. "I'm good thank you, how are you guys?" He says louder, moving away from your arms reluctantly and standing against the counter. The glint in his eyes and the smirk on his lips make him look sexy as hell, you bite onto your lip as hard as you can. Hoping to draw blood so you can concentrate on the pain and not the fact you want to rip your boyfriend's brothers clothes off.

"We're great" Liam replies.

"I'm sure you are." Chris says sarcastically under his breath, luckily Liam didn't hear him. You give Chris the glare, reminding him to be on his best behaviour.

"But how are you? You didn't sound too good the other day." Liam asks, opening a bottle of wine.

"I was probably just tired bro, you know how it is. I don't get much sleep nowadays." 

"Oh yeah, is a woman involved by any chance?" Liam asks, laughing to himself.

"Yeah, something like that." Chris subtly grazes your hand as you walk into the kitchen to help Liam. You freeze on the spot, looking into his eyes you see a desperately pleading look. You know this is torture for him, that he just wants to grab you and hold onto you. Even though he tries his best not to, he hates his brother for it, he hates that he gets to have you.

"Anyway, it smells great in here. What you making?" Chris says locked in eye contact with you. 

"I've just thrown together some dinner." You say casually, although deep down your heart is tugging and your hands are shaking.

"Her food is fucking amazing, I probably should have made sure you hadn't eaten first though?" Liam puts his arms around you and kisses your cheek as you carry on stirring the food on the stove. You're glad you have your back to Chris because you dread to think of his reaction. How you have to pretend you don't know each other on that deep level. You had tried to warn him that this was a bad idea.

"Yeah, no that would be awesome. Thanks" You can tell by the way his voice broke that this is causing him pain and there's nothing you can do about it. 

                              **************

"Do you want a beer or are you ok with wine?" Liam asks Chris as you sit down at the table ready to eat.

"I'd love a beer bro" Chris replies. You watch from the corner of your eye as Liam heads to the fridge, your heart beating a little faster now he's out of sight. Looking to Chris nervously.

Chris takes the opportunity while Liams back is turned and grabs your hand under the table. Stroking your palm with his thumb he mouths the words 'love you'. You can't help but feel sorry for him, this horrible situation you're all in. You mouth the words back to him before he lets your hand go when Liam comes back into sight.

All the way through the meal Chris can't take his eyes off of you, you're worried Liam will notice but he's paying no attention. Obviously he has no reason to doubt his loyal girlfriend and protective big brother, why would he? Which makes your betrayal even more unbearable.

"This is great Y/N." Chris says after tasting your food and moving your dress a little higher so he can place his hand on the top of your bare thigh under the table. The shock makes you jump and you hit your knee on the top of the table.

"Are you alright?" Liam asks looking slightly confused.

"Sorry, yeah. I just burnt my mouth." There's a slight hint of amusement in your words, you're a bad person but the situation is just too much not to find it slightly funny. The feel of Chris' hand on your thigh makes you feel butterflies in your stomach at the same time as the deep sick feeling of dread, your mind in a giant conflicted turmoil of feelings.

You can see Chris is also trying to hide his laugh as he takes a sip from his beer, one hand still on your thigh. Why the fuck am I sat in the middle? You hadn't thought about it when you'd sat down but now realise it was a massive mistake and also subconsciously the perfect place for you. The playing piece in a match against brothers, only one player is unaware there is any contest at all.

Chris finishes his beer and puts it down on the table loudly, filling the awkward silence between you all. You can understand the awkwardness between you and Chris but why is Liam not speaking? He wanted to see Chris to figure out what was wrong with him but he's not asking any questions. Has he figured it out? Did he see Chris touch your hand earlier? Had he seen you both whispering? You wriggle in your chair, feeling deadly uncomfortable and hoping Chris would move his hand. He didn't take the hint.

"Do you want another?" Liam asks Chris, already getting up from his chair and not waiting for an answer. Something is definitely wrong. Chris's hand moves further up your thigh, grazing the lace of your panties with the tip of his long finger. He's also completely oblivious to your awkwardness, drinking too much is numbing his senses and becoming dangerous. He's playing with fire. 

You fling your chair back from the table, standing abruptly, your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and nervousness.

"I'm just gunna get some more beers from the basement." Liam announces, Chris sat cooly in his chair with not an ounce of nervousness.

"It's ok I'll go, you guys have a chat." You say, desperately needing to escape for a minute to catch your breath.

"Don't be silly, it'll only take me a minute." Liam says, already walking towards the door.

Chris takes his cue again, standing from his chair and moving over to you. Standing closely so he can whisper in your ear, his arm pressed to the small of your back while he holds you against him.

"I can't wait to have you in my bed again tomorrow Y/N. I've waited too long." 

"Chris, shh." 

"No, you shh. I wish I had you now, right here. I could just sit you up on this counter and fuck you right here -" He moves his hand up your skirt, gripping your ass in his big hands. "- You want that don't you? Tell me." His teeth graze the skin on your neck, making your head hang back loosely. You want it so bad, all your tension melts away as your muscles relax in his arms.

"We've got all weekend Chris, we can't do this here. It's too risky." You sigh, carefully wrapping your arms around his neck and listening for any sign of Liam.

"Fuck I know but it's so hard being here with you and not being able to fucking touch you." He moves away from you, running his hand though his hair in frustration.

"I told you how hard it'd be." You say.

"How hard what would be?" Liam asks breathlessly. Fuck. You hadn't heard him coming back, how much more had he heard? 

You're lost for words, completely frozen in shock. If he hadn't heard or seen anything it was still way too close for your liking.

"To shoot this ball of foil into that bin from all the way over here." Chris replies hastily, you're incredibly impressed with his quick thinking.

"Let me have a go then." Liam says, taking the foil from Chris. Typical competive brothers. Chris turns to you and winks devilishly, you're perfectly aware of how desirable he looks but you try to push that thought aside. You can't be thinking about that, the things he had just been saying and the thrill of almost being caught, all at once. 

"My turn." You say raising your eyebrows at them both as you swing your hips, confidently over to the fridge. Chris bites his lip as he watches you walk over. "Watch and learn boys." This is quite possibly the strangest situation you've ever been in but you might as well make the most of it.

You shoot your shot and land the foil ball straight into the bin. Turning around and bowing, you're wide eyed when you straighten back up. They both moved towards you as if they were going to kiss you, luckily Chris stopped himself in time.

"Only you could've landed that shot." Liam says, picking you up in his arms, leaving you with no choice but to wrap your legs around him while he kisses your lips deeply. 

You risk a glance at Chris over Liam's shoulder and he's seething with anger, you can see it written all over his face. 

"I'm gunna go outside for some air." Chris announces blankly while Liam sets you back on the ground, a look of concern on his face.

"You alright bro?" Liam asks with no reply from Chris as he walks out of the door.

You get on with the cleaning up, distracting yourself and hoping Liam hadn't noticed Chris' reaction. You can sense Liam behind you, stood on the spot thinking. He's working it out, he's putting together all the pieces and finally working it out.

"I've worked out what's wrong with Chris." He comes up behind you, emptying the plates into the trash. Fuck, here we go.

"What do you mean?" You ask gently, not really wanting to hear his conclusion.

"You know, the reason why he's been moping about all the time." You don't turn around, you just listen, hiding your face and any reaction you're showing. "Well he's quite obviously jealous of us." He adds. There we go, he's worked it out or he's definitely worked out Chris' part in it all.

You felt your stomach drop, Chris was so obvious it wouldn't take a genius to see something was wrong.

"What makes you say that?" You press, carefully. Your back still turned to Liam while you clean the surfaces.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice how he just acted when I kissed you." Of course you noticed, you just hoped Liam hadn't. It won't be long until he puts all the pieces together and figures this all out, if he hasn't already. You pour the last of the bottle of wine into your glass, gulping it greedily. Lord knows you're going to need it.

"He needs a girlfriend, can't you fix him up with one of your friends?" You can't describe the relief you feel right now and a small twang of jealousy at the thought of Chris with one of your friends.

"I'm sure your brother isn't short of admirers Liam, he doesn't need me to fix him up" Your tone of voice was a little too short. Pull it together.

"I suppose you're right but he doesn't have the best taste in women does he?" You can feel your cheeks burning, you're fighting the urge to defend yourself. Telling Liam his brother had the same taste in women when it came to you, wouldn't go down quite so well would it? 

"I'm seeing someone actually Liam." Chris says, overhearing your conversation as he came back in after finally composing himself.

"Oh really? You never said." Liam asks curiously.

"Yeah, we're keeping it to ourselves for now... Until she tells her boyfriend." What the actual fuck? You can't believe he's just said that, he looks at you defiantly, completely over this whole thing.

Liam nearly spat his drink out and you're sure your cheeks are beetroot red, you don't have a clue what to do in this situation. 

"Is she married? Do I know her?" Liam questions further. You're hoping and praying he stops with the questions, Chris is ready and willing to come clean, you can tell by his expression.

"No not married but you do know her. You know her really well actually." Chris says while avoiding your gaze purposefully...

[btsrmono]

Trial & Error | chapter 1.

A/N: hey guys ik this is really random for my page but i got bored lol pls enjoy?? 

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun 

CHAPTER 1

"I still can't believe you're moving."

 You sighed, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Don't remind me."

 It had been a month since your parents had told you about the big move and school would be starting the next week, which is when you'd be moving.

  Ryan lied his hand on your thigh as he squeezed it a bit. "I was thinking, you know," he started, "since you're moving and all... y/n, don't you think it'd be better if we--"

  You already knew where this was going. "Break up?" you finished for him. He didn't say anything, causing you to chuckle a bit. "It's alright," you told him. "I've been thinking the same thing."

 "You have?"

  You took your head off of his shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah. I mean, it only makes sense, right? What would be the purpose of staying together?" You gave him a small smile of which he returned. You and Ryan had only been together for 5 months, not really making it a big deal.

"You know I care about you, right?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "Same goes here. Just because we're 'ending this', doesn't mean we're ending us. I'll still keep in contact with you and check up here and there."

 Smiling at you, he stuck his pinky finger out. "Promise?"

 You quickly interlocked your pinky with his. "Promise."

                                                              ~~

  Turns out, saying your goodbyes to your friends wasn't the hard part. You already knew this was going to be a problem but you had been in Korea for over two hours and still had yet to find someone that spoke English. You guys began to settle in your apartment with the help of moving guys, and you had decided that you wanted to take a look around, maybe buy a snack.

  Little to no avail, you couldn't find many American snacks like you were expecting to, and when you did, they surely didn't taste the same. Anyway, you was trying to make your way back to your new home when you realized you didn't know where you were going. Google Maps was acting up, and you were too afraid to attempt the Korean you actually did know with local natives. Therefore, you tried to ask, using as much broken English as you could to make it simple on them. However, they weren't very helpful but at least they all seemed nice. You thought maybe if you made one more attempt, you could have hit the jackpot. "Uh, excuse me sir."

The older man stopped in his tracks and stared at you. "Uh... Yes?" He asked, sounding quite nervous.

Right then and there, just from his tone, you knew he wasn't going to be much useful. You politely smiled. "Never mind." You bowed and he went on with his day. Ugh, why were you so scared to speak Korean. You were actually pretty good at it at some point due to your childhood best friend, Shi Ah. Practically her sister, you two were around each other all the time and you easily picked up the language. It was fun because you guys would always say things about people with them right there without them knowing what you two were speaking about.

 But, unfortunately, Shi Ah had to move to China Freshman year due to a job opportunity for her journalist parents. The goodbye was extremely hard but you both eventually moved on, you becoming best friends with Mariana and Riley, her doing God knows what. You even fell out of touch so you had no idea what she’d been up to the past few years. It was sad but it quickly became your new normal.

 Anyway, you knew, eventually you were going to have to get over your fear of speaking Korean but until then, you sighed and took in the scenery surrounding you to see if anything looked familiar, but nope. You stood there, deciding that maybe it was time to call a parent. As you went to dial your moms number, you suddenly become very distracted.

"Lost?" you heard a voice say.

You looked up from your phone to the girl that now stood in front of you. "You speak English?" you stupidly asked. The girl laughed. "I'm sorry," you apologized, realizing how rude you probably sounded.

"Don't be, it's understandable. What can I help you with though?" The girl was really pretty. She had perfect skin with long blonde hair and bangs that made her wide eyes stand out.

You let out a breath, looking down at your phone. "I need help getting back home."

She giggled. "Already? Come on." She then proceed to walk ahead of you as you, confusingly, followed.

"But wait, you haven't even asked where I live."

"Its alright, we're in the same neighborhood. I saw you earlier," she explained. It then made sense. However, you had not seen her. The girl was gorgeous, you must admit, so you would have remembered seeing her.

"So we're neighbors," you stated.

"Yup."

"What's your name?"

Still walking, she looked back at you and smiled. "Jinsoul. But my English speaking friends call me Zoè. Say which ever you'd like."

You nodded, repeating her name in your head a few times. A habit you picked up in order to remember people’s names. 

"And you?" she asked.

"Y/n."

"That’s pretty," she complemented you. “It’ll be hard to forget.”

Only a short block later, you guys were back into the neighborhood. "Thank you so much," you said as you began to reach your doorstep. "I owe you." 

 After exchanging numbers, she informed you that she only lived a corner away from you and that if you ever needed anything, you could just ask.

______

 The next day, you were starting school. You walked around the corner and saw your mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You knew that your Dad didn't leave the house until 9 am. "Morning, Mom," you greeted her.

She turned away from the pancakes she was in the middle of making and smiled at you. "Y/n! Morning baby, are you excited for school?"

 You shrugged your shoulders while smirking as you placed your back pack on the kitchen island table. "I guess. I don't really know what to expect though."

"Well if there's any advice I can give you, it's : Don't stress. Seriously, it'll make everything go wrong."

Instead of a reply, you sighed, still feeling sleepy. "Why are you up so early?" you asked her.

She then proceeded back to making the pancakes. "For you."

"Oh no, you didn't need to do that, Mom. I'm about to leave out."

She looked at you with a confused expression on her face. "Well then what are you going to eat?"

"There's a store around the block, I was just gonna grab a quick snack and head to the school early."

"Early?" she wondered.

You shook your head. "Yup. Want to get my schedule 100 percent accurate and get a mini tour of the building before it gets too crowded." Your mom kind of smirked, looking at you from the side of her eyes. You giggled. "What?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, it's just nice seeing you be responsible and positive on the first day. I know you didn't exactly picture your senior year to go this way but I just want you to make the best of it and I think you're off to a good start so far, sweetie."

You smiled. She was right, you guess. You did feel very out of place but not in a bad way exactly. You'd rather be home but you weren’t. You were in Seoul, South Korea and what would you be able to do about it? Nothing. So why not do what you can and make it a good experience rather than a negative?

She then turned the stove off and fully looked at you. "Get going. Have a nice day of school!"

As soon as you left the apartment building, you saw the girl from the day before walking in your direction. She beamed widely at your appearance. "Y/n!" she yelled.

You gave her a gentle smile, waiting for her to catch up with you. Once she did, you both continued walking together. "You look nice for your first day."

"Thanks, you look nice too!"

You started to think that she was also going to the store. So you both walked in silence for a little bit until you arrived there. The bell dinged on the door as she opened it. The older cashier man looked at you strangely. She noticed this. "Don't mind him," she said. "He does this to everyone."

You shook your head understandingly. "Okay."

She went over to the fridge section and grabbed banana milk, as did you, then a pack of peanuts and you went up to pay for your stuff while she was still looking. Once she was done, you two stepped back out into the hot heat. Only a few moments later, a group of three good looking guys showed up, talking amongst themselves as they headed to school as well in their uniforms. This made you believe you were getting closer to the bus stop.

On the side of you, you heard Jinsoul let out a slight laugh, making you turn to her. She was looking at the boys. Next thing you knew, they were looking back at her and walking over towards you guys. "A-are they coming over here?" you stuttered.

"Looks like it," she replied cooley, a small smirk glued to her face.

You quickly gave your hair a little fix as you both suddenly stopped walking, waiting for the boys to join.

"Yah, Jinsoul!", one of them said. He continued to speak in Korean as you zoned out, worried about if they would try to speak to you too. Sooner or later, you heard your name being said by Jinsoul and the boys all kind of glanced your way, throwing you off track. 

They eventually turned their attention back to Jinsoul, continuing their conversation. All except the one boy, whom was the most adorable of them all. He blankly stared at you, his eyes even squinting a bit.

You shifted one foot to the other as you looked down at the pavement, slightly uncomfortable with this. You then heard him laugh and when you looked back up, he was smiling at you. You nervously smiled back before he finally went back to paying attention to Jinsoul. They spoke in some more Korean.

After a good minute or two passed, you heard them saying goodbye, the cutest one being the only one to wave at you. Once they were out of ear shot, you turned to Jinsoul. "Uh, Jinsoul?"

"Hm?" she wondered, nonchalantly.

"Who were they?"

She laughed loudly before covering her mouth quickly. "Really?" she asked. "You really don't know who they are?"

Of course you didn't know who they were, why was she expecting you to? You tilted your head slightly. "I mean, I'm not from here," you explained.

"True." She began to walk again, you following. "They're all idols."

"Idols?" you wondered. "As in?"

"As in 'famous', y/n."

 You slightly hesitated, letting this new profound information soak into your brain. "Famous as in?"

"They sing. Dance. Rap. They're idols. K-pop idols."

You knew of K-pop, you looked it up upon arriving to Seoul but were no expert at it and of course the only people you ever even slightly heard of were Psy, Exo and Got7. Other than that, you were completely ignorant to the Korean pop industry. "Are they all in the same group?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Two of them are. The other one, aka, my friend, is still a trainee, which means he hasn't debuted yet but he's training to."

"Interesting." You walked a few more seconds in silence until you absolutely had to ask their names. Specifically for the one guy.

She deviously smiled, already knowing what was up your sleeve. "I see what you're doing," she stated. "But if you insist. My friend's name is Bae Joon Young. We call him Jacob. The other one is Kim Taehyung and the one that you seem interested in is Park Jimin."

"Jimin," you repeated. "But wait. If they're all famous, why were they in uniform to go to school?"

"Because they have to," she told you. "They all made an agreement that if they ever dropped out of school, they are eligible to be dropped from their company. Plus Taehyung and Jimin just debuted so they have to listen to their company right now. It's a pretty logical idea if I do say so myself."

You guys finally arrived at the bus stop and she explained to you what you would do after being released at the first stop. You both went to different schools. While you went to a Foreign school, she attended a performing arts school with a ton of other inspiring and/or famous people.

Of course you saw the boys again at the bus stop but they did not bother you guys this time, instead, they met up with their other friends that were also at the bus stop. The bus eventually pulled up around 7:30am and everyone got on board. Since both schools were basically right across from each other, all students got off at the same spot too. The only difference is that you and about two other students had to walk an extra block before actually getting to the International school. Once you finally arrived there, you took a deep breath and headed inside.

A/N: Bruh, I’m sorry this chapter was so BORING but it was the 1st. It should get a lil more interesting moving forward since we got most introductions out of the way. More Jimin to come next chapter! 

ALSO: I’ll be putting a gif of a main character each chapter at the end! For this chapter, we have Jinsoul, the friendly neighbor and school bus buddy! 

STAY TUNED

PART 2

[isopale]

Here is my entry for @covered-byroses turning 1 writing challenge!

This is my first time writing anything for others to see, and it kinda got away from me... Had to cut it off where i did for now because it juat kept going and going and going..... And next thing i know wow.

Summary: You have a secret you've kept hidden all this time. Until something kills your husband and threatens to expose everything. Just so happens a couple hunters get more than the case they signed up for.

Pairing: none (yet 😘)

Warnings: character death (vaguely/generally discribed)

A quiet normal life was obviously too much to ask for. The past few years had been a lot of running around from place to place, ducking monsters and hunters. Was there nowhere that didn't have some kind of monster in it? How hard was it really?

The monsters never bothered you, they all seemed to know something was off and to stay away. You don't bother them, they don't bother you, simple as that. But some the hunters that came after them were different, these humans that have made it their duty to protect the clueless ones could be dangerous. Some of them have let the jobs get into their heads, and it's changed them. That's why you always left any town they came to, just to be safe.

Angels and demons on the other hand were absolute nightmares. You had spent more than your fair share with them and fighting them. If an angel was in a town, it was drop everything and run before they see you. Demon, leave before a hunter comes since most demons topside were too young go recognize you.

With all the constant moving, you were alone.

Until you met your (murdered) husband. He was a self proclaimed free spirit. Loved to move from place to place and rarely stayed anywhere for more than a few months. You had been hesitant but eventually warmed up to him and before long married, and fell in love. Since he just sooo happened to show up in the same places as you, he was a risk you wanted to take. He was your guilty pleasure, and his death was your fault.

He never knew what hit him. But obviously some demon went looking for the legend not even your dear old dad believed.

After your husband was murdered, you made it your obsession to find and kill it. Someone was talking and it wasn't going to end well.

You had been looking around and discovered that there was apparently a pack of wolves living in town. Small pack, looks to be exclusively family unit. Mother, father, and 2 girls (possibly nearing their 20s) and a teenage boy.

Of course… never a dull moment.

Not too surprising being in the middle of nowhere texas, but in the weeks you had been watching them they only fed on their livestock.

Which makes other murders in town very strange. What ever was responsible made sure to make it look like a werewolf attack.

…

Sam and Dean had been interviewing the investigators and witnesses all day for these “animal attacks”.

“Sounds like a werewolf Sammy,” Dean said opening a beer from the mini fridge.

“Yeah. Where is it hiding though?” Sam mused leaning back in the ratty bedside chair. “No one i touched was bothered by the silver ring today.”

“Good idea of Bobby's by the way. I might have to go check the local talent with it,” Dean said with a smirk lounging on one of the two small beds in the motel room.

“Dude,”

“oh Lighten up Sammy. I was gonna let you go first this time”

“Do whatever you want. I'm going to bed.” Sam rolled his eyes before moving to the other bed, that was a few inches too short for him “Remember we have to talk to the widows tomorrow so try not to have hooker glitter on you this time.”

“That only happened once.”

…

You didn't like to make a habit of being near hunters but you couldn't leave town now. It had only been a few months since you were married and less than a year since you and your husband had known each other. But that didn't make it hurt any less. It had been so long since you had had someone close to you.

You had visited the wolfs farm, this time to talk instead of spy, this morning before work at the small second hand clothes shop downtown. The Hensen's, you should probably remember their name. They were nice and accommodating once convinced you weren't there to harm them. Josh, the husband, wide and sturdy man was willing and ready to end any threat to his family. (Oh those hunters are going to have fun with this one) Amelia, the mother, tall woman towering over you although extremely soft spoken due to then she was turned her throat had very nearly been ripped out leaving a large angry scar. (You wondered if the big one of the two hunters was taller than her) The girls were twins, Anna and Marie, simple small town girls. And the son, Rich, solid country muscle farm boy.

They had been living there for years, long enough to build up that farm and to have the stock numbers to cover their feeding habits. They always sold or gave away what they didn't need. Most of the town thought they ran a home butcher shop and over the years that's what it turned into. But now with the murders and the hunters in town they were all on high alert.

Those hunters were going around town talking to the other 3 widows. Now you could see them through the store window across the street parking that vintage beauty. Both of them were way too sexy to be whatever government agents they were pretending to be. Sex with your husband (the few times it did happen) was great it was meaningful, but he would rather sleep under the stars or not leave the couch unless absolutely necessary to binge on something. But these two hunters made you think sinful thoughts.

Oh if only boys.

Putting on your customer service voice “Good afternoon gentleman. How can I help you?”

“We're federal agents in town working the recent animal attack cases,” the shorter of the two stated as they flash very nice but very fake FBI badges. “We were wondering if there was a (y/n y/l/n) here.”

“That would be me.” not even trying to remember the names on the ids, they wouldn't be real anyway. “Are you going to find out what happened to my husband?”

“Yes ma'am, we are very sorry for your loss,” now it's the taller ones turn “but we were hoping we could ask you a few questions?”

Giving them a sad smile before turning back to arrange new rack of clothes “Sure but i'm the only one here until closing at 6. You can ask here or wait until then.”

The tall one narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to want to say something else.

I don't even know what I'm not supposed to know. Normal people don't think werewolf right?

“How 'bout you meet us at the diner down the street when you get off? You can help us out over a quick bite,” he stepped around the small rolling rack of new clothes to make you look at him.

“Sure,” you try your best to hold back fake tears “I'll be there about 15 after.”

…

Too bad you didn't have time to creep on them before the diner, you have to admit they were nice to look at.

They're waiting in a booth in the back, both on one side with backs against the wall to watch everyone else. The tall one with long hair politely waves his hand when you enter. The shorter one has beautiful green eyes, he stands and helps you into the benchseat across from them. The had already ordered you a coffee and a glass of water.

“Thank you for coming Ms (y/l/n),” says the tall one

“How long were you and your husband living here before he was attacked?” Asks the green eyed hunter

“We only came here about a month ago. We didn't plan on staying, we wanted to travel around the country. You know live on the road,” You say not entirely lying “we just pick somewhere to go and get some small jobs around to hold us over for a bit.”

“Wait you don't live here?” Asked the tall one, he was trying to hide his suspicion with empathy.

Hunters…

“No, I'm still staying in the little motel,” you say “I was going to switch rooms but… i couldn't bring myself to…” you say fake holding back tears, you've shed all the tears you needed. Now you want the thing that killed him to suffer.

“We're sorry.” Says the tall one, his features soften and he gives you a look of genuine sympathy. “Why did you stay? Couldn't you have gone back home?”

“Neither of us have any family anywhere, we’re alone.” Now you hold back real tears, suddenly very interested in that coffee.

Taking a sip you realize why it was there before you were. Holy water. It stings some now when it usually doesn't, but you hold your composure. These two aren't playing around, they legitimately think you're the killer.

When green eyes shifts his hands on the table you notice why he helped you into the seat.

Holy water and silver rings, these two are a lot more interesting than i thought.

You sigh and decide to tell them what they want to know… sort of.

“I'm not the one who killed those people or my husband.” you whisper. They glance at each other and some unspoken thing goes between them but before they can feed you more BS you continue. “It wasn't a werewolf either. I know it looks bad but the bodies should have been more tore up, when has a wolf ever ripped out a heart without leaving any other marks?”

“Ma'am werewolves don't exist. We know traumatic experiences like this ca--” the long haired giant begins but green eyes stops him.

“Sam she knows.” He whispers to him “I guess we can cut the act for you then.” He directs to you this time. “What do you know?”

Mmm like to be incharge do ya not-sam.

“I'll tell you what I know but it's not much, and not here. I'm leaving in the morning,” You say “meet me at the butchers farm outside town in an hour.” You get up to leave not waiting for an answer.

…

After the 15 minute walk back to the motel you enter your room. You spare one last glance at the first bed and your heart clenches. You just need to pack the few clothes you have in your backpack and the essentials and be on your way to the farm. You plan on staying with the wolves until the hunters leave and your mind is too preoccupied with things to take and things to leave you didn't notice the rug was moved. Then you bumped the barrier reaching for the moon necklace your husband had given you. You had been so hurt and angry lately you hadn't been careful enough.

“Told you Sammy.” You heard from the doorway

You had not been pissed before but you were now. Hunters, always shoot first and ask questions after. Between angels, demons, and hunters you couldn't catch a break.

“Why'd you do it? Was he even your husband or just some poor sap that happened to be passing through town at the same time?” Sam asked accusingly

“It's not what you think” you say taking a breath to calm down and try and get out of the circle. But green eyes cuts you off.

“Why do you demons think you can just kill whenever you want and we won't find you,” he opens a small leather book “ now were going to save that poor girl you're wearin--”

“I LOVED HIM! LOOK AROUND YOU IDIOT!” So much for calm. You raise your hand and they both are flung against the headboards. You shut your eyes and take another breath.

You feel the darkness fading and with it the circles hold as you step over the barrier, careful to keep your hold on the men before you. You open your eyes to see them staring wide eyed and speechless. Their eyes locked on yours, you know they see the black they are used to but yours also have the familiar blue-white glow as well.

“What are you?” Sam breathes

Striding to the nightstand between the beds you slowly take your necklace before answering “I WILL find out who killed my husband, with or without your help. You have 20 minutes to be at the butchers now and I'll tell you what i know.” You say firmly making your way to the door making sure to walk through the circle again for them to see.

You spare one last look at them. “You know if i was into being on this end of things you two might be in trouble like that”

You release your hold on them as you slip out the door on the last word.

…

Something was different about the boy when you had ran into him that morning before the hunters came to the shop and you were hoping you were wrong.

Even if I'm right I can just fix him when I'm done.

You had been running since you left the motel, you're not going back to that little car you had since someone probably will recognize it again.

“(Y/N)!”

You skid to a stop in front of the Hensen's gate, trying to slow your breathing and heart rate after the 2 mile run.

“(Y/N)!” It must be one of the twins running up the drive yelling for you.

“Please. There's something wrong with Rich.”

Just then you hear the roar of the hunters car coming up the road.

“Get the rest of your family and hide. DO NOT come out until i come get you.” You grab her shoulders and make her look at you “Where is he?”

“He- he's in the barn. Mom is went after him, please don't let them hurt them.” She sobs

You shove her toward the house “GO!” Then tear off to the barn in the light of the hunters impala.

Just before you reach the barn a body is thrown through the doors, you manage to stop it in the air before it smashes into you. It's the mother, you lay her gently at your feet never touching her. It's been so long since you've used your powers it feels good to do it again.

“Don't you touch her!” The green eyed hunter yells gun drawn on you.

You hover your hand over the mother and let the healing white light do its job. Both men stand above you guns at the ready.when When you're done you snap your fingers and send her to her own bed far away from the hunters, still unsure if they will leave this family alone.

…

Dean and I argued the whole way to the farm about (y/n). He thinks it's some kind of demon trick that she got out of the devils trap, that she must have broke the circle before stepping in it. But i saw her run into it, it stopped her from reaching the nightstand when she reached out.

Then her still using her powers on us while trapped shouldn't be possible. And those eyes. Cas’ eyes only glow blue-white in the iris’, and no other angel has black around them. Whatever she is we've never seen anything like her.

'Into being on this end of things…’ more arousing than it should be coming from a possible demon.

'Into being on this end of things…’ more arousing than it should be coming from a possible demon.

Before we could act she snapped away the wife.

“You people are always shoot first and answers later.” She stood us to her full height, barely coming to the middle of my chest before swinging around to face Dean.

“MOVE” she shoves past my brother and i have to hide a laugh

“Wait! We don't know what's in there.” I try to stop her but she's already opening the doors before either of us can stop her.

“Ugh. Just stand still and I do everything. hunters…”

What must be the farmers son is standing in the middle of the loft above us cocky smile and black eyes.

"I didnt think you were real little one"