#shakes my head. anywayss

[castielsparkle]

it's always sunny in philadelphia s14e5 | supernatural s5e3

[wisteriaw0rld]

hii your writing is so good, it’s actually helping me write for kny characters!!

but anywayss could i recommend a sanemi x fem!reader (or gn!reader idrc) where they both like each other but neither of them have confessed! oh also can sanemi have a soft spot for the reader.. i just love that trope so much lmaooo

also feel free to ignore ^_^

-ˋˏ ༻softy༺ ˎˊ- kny x reader

✰synopsis: Sanemi with a kind and caring s/o who’s the complete opposite of him. Regardless of their differences, they love for each other. And Sanemi undoubtedly has a soft spot for her♡

✰additional tags: fem! reader, cursing, fluff♡

✰pairing: sanemi x kind! fem! reader♡

✰a/n: I’m glad I’m helping you write for kny characters as well!!

“they mistook my kindness for weakness.” -Lana Del Rey

“Y/n, it’s so obvious he loves you!” Mitsuri yelled out before plopping a sakura mochi in her mouth. Shinobu nodded in agreement, taking a sip of green tea as she looked over at you, your face red.

The insect pillar smiled softly at your nervous look. “Mitsuri’s right. I’ve never seen him treat another so kindly before.” She told you reassuringly, recalling a few days ago when she caught the two of you talking to each other and sanemi being surprisingly open and kind.

“I don’t really know..” you stated, unconvinced. The two girls looked at each other before looking over at you, a sigh escaping both their lips.

“Y/n, Are you kidding? Have you even seen the way he treats you compared to the other Hashira’s! It’s obvious favoritism!” Shinobu exclaimed, setting her hands at the table making a small thud noise.

Just as you were about to reply, footsteps could be heard approaching. You looked up seeing Sanemi waiting there patiently for you to join him.

“uhm- I’m sorry shinobu, mitsuri, but I promised I’d go to a nearby restaurant with him.” You told the two with a smile before getting up and walking over to Sanemi.

Mitsuri and Shinobu both watched as you left with Sanemi, a smile on both your faces as you began talking to him as he contently listened, a light pink blush on his face.

“They’re so in love!”

“Mhm.”

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“Hey, Sanemi, Look at how cute those koi fish look!” You exclaimed, shaking Sanemi’s arm excitedly as your free hand pointed down at the two koi fish dancing around together in the small pond outside of the restaurant.

Sanemi nodded, one of his arms wrapped around you as you had your head resting on his shoulder.

“is that…” uzui, who had so happened to be passing by, noticed his two fellow Hashira’s. “Y/n and sanemi?” Tengen snickered, looking at the female and male who had looked so peaceful.

it was almost funny how obvious it is he likes you.

“pfft, they’re so in love.” Uzui stated before rolling his eyes and finally walking off.

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Your face flushed as Sanemi had a few flowers in his hand, looking the other way with an embarrassed look and a flustered expression.

With a red face yourself, you took the flowers from his hand as you heard the wind pillar mutter a small, “I love you.” Immediately, you threw your arms over him, pulling him into a tight hug as he hesitantly hugged you back.

The moment you hugged him, you noticed the multiple demon slayers watching the scene unfold while hiding behind a bush that couldn’t even hide half of them. You giggled at the sight. “Sanemi, we’ve got an audience.”

Sanemi let go of the hug and turned around, noticing the Hashira’s and the Kamaboko squad watching from a far.

“You idiots better leave, Right now!” He yelled out angrily, flipping off the large group as they gasped before running off.

“I love you so much sanemi.”

His face quickly turned red as he felt the tips of his ears get hot.

A/n: I apologize for how short I made this oneshot, I didn’t have much ideas, but here’s a Taisho Secret!⇩

Taisho Secret: Quite literally about every cute moment you had with Sanemi, one of the Hashira’s “accidentally” stumbled upon you two, wondering how despite the difference between you two, you two still obviously love each other.

[somerandomdot]

Random Nsfw Wyll Headcanons

Helloo hope you enjoy!! I decided to give our boy Wyll some well needed and deserved love. If you have any other opinions or suggestions please leave them! Oki enjoy!

Small spoilers if you haven’t finished his romance story!!

LOOK AT HIS SMILE OMGG

Straight up we all know this Wyll is a gentleman, but I can’t get over the proposal bit. When you accept it and join him in the grass and get down on one knee and it’s like he just gets on top of you so quickly. God I was screaming when I got that scene, okay anywayss.

Obviously his kisses are sweet and romantic in camp, the cute little pecks. But when it comes to making out I feel like this is something the man loves. Hey what’s romantic then literally kissing-?

He 100% has a thing with biting/nibbling the bottom of your lip asking for permission/access before the kiss gets deeper.

He is very touchy, in a good possessive way. Obviously the only time you get bed the man is when you accept a proposal. So you’re ‘his’ now, but in a good healthy way.

His favorite place to put his hands on you is your face, hips or either your hands. Holding your face, both his hands on the sides of your cheek as he looks at you with that smile in between kisses. Hands on your hip when you’re close enough to reach for, holding your hand if walking together.

Personally I think he has a small thing for hickies, but doesn’t like COMPLETELY covering your neck. If anything he’d leave a tiny small one, for his own enjoyment and to remind you about your earlier ‘activities’

With head this man is obviously more on the giving side of it rather than receiving, imagine using the horns as handle bars (if your wyll has horns :3). Jokes to the forked tongue, he knows exactly how to make you come undone as his head is between your legs and his hands pressed into thighs keeping them from closing as he makes you reach climax so he can continue.

When receiving head this man cannot stay quiet let alone stay still, letting out groans as he bucks his hips as you bob your head, apologizing with every unintentional movement he makes as you’d gag occasionally.

Favorite positions with Wyll would have to be missionary or anything really having eye contact, Wyll is a very big on eye contact and seeing your face during it, loving the faces you make as he pleasures you.

He’d probably have a steady medium pace with a bit of roughness added to it, not completely ramming you into the ground. But rough and slow enough to get a yelp from you when he’d pick up the speed.

Into overstimulation on himself to prolong his orgasm, but with you he wouldn’t deny you your approaching climax. Letting you peak as many times as your body would let you, enjoying how you twitch and shake below him.

He is mostly the type to groan, only time there’s a whimper or a moan is when he puts it in, or when he’s getting close and when he’s finishing.

Wouldn’t really be into cream pies, would do it if you were asking for it while he announces that he’s close, but personally likes seeing you covered in his release.

Obviously man’s is a gentleman, he would demand you not to worry about cleaning up and would take care of you, constantly making sure your okay, making sure your comfortable with what has happened.

Cuddles, a part of my brain screams that you’d be sleeping and he’s be big spoon, but in the end he’s the small spoon. Wouldn’t really accept the fact he likes it, but enjoys it.

Yay! You made it! I hope you enjoyed it, thank you for reading! If you have any suggestion, opinions or requests please let me know, have a good rest of your morning/afternoon/night!!

[melto]

Ive been following you for years and I love seeing your hc/long posts even when I dont super know what they are about I just think you have such a fun/smart way of thinking about things. I miss it you should start doing it again…So uh what are your favorite hcs about this ENGR crew?

ough this is such a sweet ask thank u i love u im glad u enjoy them wwhjkhsglrkjgfdl

hmm.....favorites for them....i have so many i think about them like 24/7. let me say this first: korn is a trans man to me and chang uses any pronouns (hot girl at a bar hitting on him really changed him i see it clearly). also mo is 5'6 and korn is just barely taller and never lets mo forget. just for some little things i feel very strong abt<3 but anywayss

pat mindlessly plays with his friend's hair mindlessly. like specifically braids it. he used to do it all the time for pa and he doesnt even notice at first that he's doing it until like one time he's ranting to korn and he tugs a little too hard and korn shouts but never tells pat to stop or anything. just does it all the time and they looovveee it and if they all have pat gifted braids in their hair at the same time they r so annoying about it. they just go around with matching hair and pat gets sooo embarrassed bc they wont shut up about how their bestie did it for them literally if you even glance in their direction they will tell you

engr besties cuddling...they are so obviously just an overly touchy group they've always got an arm around shoulders or hand on the back, half sitting in laps and all the like. no concept of personal space in that friend group!!! they like to be close to each other!! and they get fake jealous if they get left out of the affection which is how 50% of the time they find themselves in a cuddle pile, the other half is intentional/just kinda happens bc they drift together. korn is 100% someone who likes to hold people he's always wrapped around one or multiple of them. mo likes to spread out and it works well bc he's the smallest. chang likes to nestle up. like curl into people's laps or lay his head there or on a shoulder. pat's pretty fine with any arrangement he just likes being able to touch everyone in some way like korn wrapped around him, mo's legs in his lap, and a hand stretched all the way over so he can touch chang's arm. he does start to like get all >:( if anyone tries to like spoon him after he and pran start dating bc it simply never feels as nice so it makes him irritated. korn and pat are kinda chronic overheaters, korn gets whiney about it but pat doesnt notice its just everyone else's problem. chang runs super cold and mo is just normal. he's fine and normal in this department. they dont usually use blankets though bc they will fucking die then. esp if they are squeezed tight. they are convinced they can all fit anywhere until it blows up in their faces. pat lovveess playing with his friends' hair and hands and they all love when he does. mo falls asleep super easy when he gets cozy. korn thinks its funny to just randomly shake them around sometimes or just full on start trying to get everyone to wrestle with him with only works like 40% of the time. chang, surprisingly, is the one who talks the most like sometimes its just a normal hangout session so they are all just having normal conversations but on the days where its like more sleepy/quiet chang just kinda fills up the space by like monologuing about something he found interesting recently or whatever. they also have like a very specific way of holding each other when one of them needs some Serious comfort. it varies per person, like after the (fake) break up, korn and chang would glue to pat's sides and mo would lay across their laps and hold one of pat's hands and they'd usually watch something or pat would feel safe enough to vent. but yeah they all have a special comfort cuddle setup...they love each other soooooo much that it's embarrassing. and oh my god? pran is not safe? they walk in and see him and pat cuddling and they just fucking leap onto that couch and snuggle in best they can everyone wants to be close to pran bc he's their special guy! and he gives very good rubs and sometimes gives their heads a little kiss (which they all do to each other but its different bc again! its pran!) and pran feels so nice and loved but he cannot last very long bc it gets so hot so fast and he does not enjoy being sweat on by multiple people for more than maybe 45 minutes. sometimes inkpa join. pa's a lot more used to it and has a higher tolerance but both would much rather just be cuddling each other. with them it is just like a prolonged group hug basically, korn once got a black eye trying to keep ink in longer and she hit him in the struggle. they love each other (:

pa gets sooo many brothers. like she has pat and pran but she also get korn mo and chang and they all love her soooo much (society if i finish my fic abt this>)

ive talked about it before (mostly in reference to korn and pat's relationship) but i think the engr crew has an interesting relationship with violence and anger. pran being the catalyst in the change in it since it allows pat to become further removed from those things which leads to the other 3 to do so as well. i have a lot to say.

chang breaks him arm and the next day mo shows up with his broken too so korn and pat are like dude what the fuck happened and mo is just like oh i didnt want chang to feel weird being the only one ): the only reason korn and pat dont do the same is bc pran stops them. korn mo and chang were having a really hard time when pat got shot bc they could not easily recreate it for themselves to share his pain

korn mo and chang love pran so fucking much not an ounce of this is just out bestie's bf in them pran is THEIR special guy!

silly little group of bisexuals<3

months after the (fake) breakup starts to die down pat’s out at a bar with his buddies and chang just is like “this was pran’s favorite appetizer here” and then both he and mo just start drunkenly bawling about how much they miss pran leaving pat and korn to comfort them

korn mo and chang take that fake break up SOO hard. korn at least knows its fake but he still doesnt get to see his guy as much as he wants now but mo and chang? Devastated. oh i have so much to say i have many visions that make me so ]: (society if i finished this fic lol>)

they have secret handshakes

they like to tease pat for how down bad he is and force him to share his bf. pat's out there acting like a chauffeur bc they make pran squeeze in the back with them. shouldnt have gotten such an epic bf if he didnt want to deal with the consequences

Simply they love each other so much and are so supportive and learn to navigate newfound vulnerability with each other which allows them to just continue to grow closer and into the people they actually want to be<3

[rukunas]

Hola my unholy mind is very dangerous⚠️BEWAREEE⚠️

ANYWAYSS. Can you do levi ackerman as a stripper and works at a really popular bar. And one day his gf goes to vist him while he's working and teases him blah blah blah next thing you know they end up fucking in the VIP room and levi is going fucking HAM on his gf to the point of where levi is screaming and his gf is trying not to pass out.

(Maybe add some anal u dont have to if u dont want to I'm just being unholy rn :'D)

ANON I READ THIS ASK WRONG AND MADE THE READER A STRIPPER, IM SO SORRY !!! i didn’t feel like rewriting it but i hope u still enjoy it 🥺

warnings: smut, stripper!reader, alcohol consumption, anal plug

You notice his eyes on you all night.

Levi rarely comes to your bar— only a couple times has he decided to watch you do your work, lounged in the same chair by himself with a glass of whiskey in the other. The dim lighting of the room emphasizes the mystery surrounding him, the strobe lights occasionally glinting the deep greys and blues of his irises.

His attention makes you gain a bit of confidence, you gripping the pole and swaying your hips in his direction to give him a show. The sounds of the other men whistling and calling out vulgar things goes in one ear and out the other, you being used to all of this.

But Levi most definitely is not, his fingers clenching around his glass, molars grinding down each other. He is well-aware of your job— honestly, he has absolutely no problem with how you make a living— but he’s a jealous man. His will is tested every single time he walks into your bar and sees your breasts spilling over your top, other men drooling over the sight. Every primal instinct inside him tells him to kill anyone who lusts over you. He wants to mark you up as his, take his claim so that all of these other men stay away from you.

But although Levi may be a jealous man, he is also a very patient man.

You notice how he gets up, making his way to the counter. Does he want another drink? You’re almost done your shift anyway, might as well join him.

Finishing your routine, you teeter off on your tall heels to the back room, where you can change into your more practical clothes. Your boss stops you on your way.

“Private room two,” he grunts.

“But my shift just ended!”

You protest, but he simply hands you a wad of cash that makes you shut up instantly. Wow. These were not the little $1 bills that usually make up your salary. Crisp, green Benjamin Franklins smirk up at you as if flaunting their price, there were probably a good fifty of them in the stack.

“That’s in advance from your client. Still gonna complain?”

Biting your lip, you head towards room two, praying that Levi won’t be as pissed as usual when finding out you had a booked client.

You wobble on your shoes when you open the door to see him sitting on the chair like a king on a throne.

“What are you doing?”

Levi doesn’t respond, simply watching as you walk over to him and sit in his lap with your legs straddling his thighs.

“Wanted you to give me a show,” he mumbles before biting down at your shoulder. You hiss, but throw your head back so that he has better access.

Somehow the “show” ends up with your ass in the air and his cock pulsing against your mushy walls, a jeweled plug pushed into your asshole, your thin thong shoved between your lips.

“So fucking wet— did all those men watching turn you on?” His fingers pinch at your clit, and you wail as another gush of arousal soaks his dick. “Messy slut.”

“M’all yours! Your slut!” You whine when he pushes in the plug deeper inside you. Levi likes you this way, your holes all filled because of him, he’s in control, just how he likes it.

“Mine, ha? You sure? Shaking your ass for everyone but saying that your mine?” He’s relentless, slapping at one cheek and then the other for emphasis. The rings on his fingers add to the sting, but it amplifies your pleasure, the pain redirecting all attention to your clit.

The makeshift gag can’t hold back your screams. “Yours, yours, yours!” His pace quickens, the room filling with the sounds of your squelching cunny, his grunts, and your muffled moans. Nothing prepares you for your orgasm, so strong and sudden that your entire body convulses at the intensity.

“Atta girl.” Levi hisses when he feels your walls flutter around him, stuttering the movement of his hips as he fills you up, painting your insides white. He leans down to kiss your temples, smirking at your gasp when his soft cock brushes that ridge inside you.

“All fucked out for me?”

You nod— can’t even form the words to talk. Your brain is empty, just like it always is after Levi fucks you long and hard.

It’s quite a shame you don’t see the cruel grin Levi has when he sees your exhausted expression, a shame that you haven’t yet noticed that his cock hardened inside you once again, a shame that Levi hasn’t yet broken a sweat.

He whispers in your ear, “I booked this room for 3 hours, I’d like to get my money’s worth.”

Who knows whether you will survive.

*evil laughter*

[teyvattherapist]

Episodic

My sister and I had a long talk about how we both suffer from dissociation earlier today cause of an ask I got. And I got inspired to write a lil smth. This is based off of my experiences for the most part so anywayss.

tags: gn!doctor!reader + Kaeya, feat Diluc + Venti, dissociation, Kaeya story spoilers, Diluc story spoilers, mental health in general.

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Lies, so many lies, that’s all he was made up of! A liar, a cheat, a fraud, a dirty traitor. Years ago, well into his teens, he wouldn’t have cared. He didn’t give a damn whether or not the nation burned to the ground, he didn’t care if Teyvat as they knew it was ripped away from them and destroyed. But he was older now, and he cared so much. Oh too much. Torn between loyalties, his royal family who abandoned him to help them or the nation that loved and raised him. The lies stacked up, the nightly duties, the work within the shadows, the information he gave to his informants.

The lies were bearing down on him, he was being crushed, lungs screaming for air. It was almost like he was drowning except the ice above his head stopped him from surfacing for air. Kaeya Alberich could swim but he was not strong enough to shatter inches of thick ice. Every drop of water that filled his lungs, every lie that he needed to keep track of, they all froze over eventually. He was heavy, his body felt heavy, his shoulders hurt, and taking in air was a chore. He wished he’d just drown, but he kept scrambling, slamming against the ice, would anybody come-

“Are you even listening?” Diluc sighed, setting the glass down on the bar counter loud enough it shattered Kaeya’s thoughts and he lifted his head from his hand, star pupil blown as he looked around quickly. Diluc raised an eyebrow at the reaction, not expecting it from the ever composed cavalry captain he once called brother. The bar was relatively empty, Venti was asleep at a table tucked in the back. You were leaning against the wall while you did some work at the bar. Kaeya’s breathing was shaky, he realised as he tried to intake air, fill his lungs, stuff down the suffocation.

“Kaeya?” You set your quill down, concern quickly taking over your features. Diluc grabbed the glass Kaeya had been drinking from, opting to dump whatever remained. Kaeya didn’t even react to Diluc’s actions, instead he opted to look at his hands, opening and closing them, he did the action with his palms up and then repeated while looking at the back of his hands. Being a doctor for the knights, dissociation wasn’t the hardest thing for you to recognise. Approaching the situation, however, that was what became difficult.

“I don’t know how much longer I can endure this.” Kaeya’s voice was so weak, like he was testing out a tongue that didn’t belong to him. You stood immediately, Kaeya turning to you in surprise from the sudden action. You held your hands out and Kaeya looked at your waiting hands, he blinked and then looked up to you where he received a quick nod in return, a reassuring smile on your face. Kaeya put his hands into your own, his hands were surprisingly warm even through your gloves, slender fingers curling to intertwine with yours.

You gave his hands a gentle squeeze, he could feel two different sets of eyes staring at him outside of you directly in front of him. The weight of the world was so heavy and he felt himself slipping beneath the current again, it was relentless, endless, it dragged him down, the frozen lake was so dark- “Describe how my hands feel, please. What do my gloves feel like? Temperature?” You did your best to keep your voice reassuring, exceptionally kind as you crouched slightly so you could be at eye height with Kaeya who continued to sit.

The words dragged him to the surface and he struggled to remember who he was beyond all of these damn lies. There were so many lies, so much to hide, so many ties and loyalties oh how they swirled in his head. But he had to focus on the feelings of the gloves, thankful his seemed to be fingerless. “Cotton, your gloves feel like cotton.” He got a reassuring squeeze, an affirmative. Diluc snuck out from the bar, heading to the tavern door to lock it, sure an hour early, but given the circumstances.

“Okay, anything else?”

“Cold.”

“Haha, very good. Do you know your name?”

“Kaeya Ragnvindr. No, wait..” He trailed off, eyebrow furrowing. “I changed it, Alberich.” You quickly nodded, prompting him to continue. “You smell like mint and I smell like wine. Or is that the redhead? I’m not sure.”

“Both, probably.” Diluc responded casually, as if his heart didn’t just shatter hearing Kaeya say his old last name as his own once more. How long had it been since Diluc tore that family name from the navy haired captain? Diluc got closer, standing behind you, enough distance from Kaeya not to overwhelm him, but close enough he could watch.

The water still lapped at his legs, threatening, stabbing into him and trying to drag him back in. But he clawed at the sand, finding hold in the frost covered shore. “Are you back with us then, Kaeya? If not, you could try describing one of us.” You squeezed his hands again and Kaeya slowly nodded, his brain fog was lifting at least, he wasn’t entirely focused on the frozen lake anymore. When had he broken through the ice?

“Whoa, sorry- What happened there?” Kaeya pulled his hands back suddenly, gripping his head in one hand and shaking it with his signature laugh. Diluc had been frowning the entire time, and your reassuring smile vanished in an instant at his new words. “What? Don’t look at me like that, it’s embarrassing.” Kaeya smiled, turning his head to survey the rest of the empty tavern.

“You were having a dissociative episode. I’d offer a mora for your thoughts but it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why.” You stood straight again and Kaeya wished you weren’t on his blind side, that way he’d be able to see without turning towards you, instead the cavalry captain eyed the sleeping Venti in the corner. “I’m not going to ask you to talk to me, but at least talk to Diluc about what’s on your mind if nobody else. It will only get worse from here.” You moved by the redhead who made no objections, and you began to gather the paperwork you had been working on.

“I promise, I’m fine. You’re worrying over nothing. And you, Diluc. I didn’t expect such concern.”

“We grew up together. Of course I’m concerned. You’re one of the few competent knights, and they need you to be on your best.” Diluc had his arms crossed over his chest, but he genuinely was trying not to seem so malicious, despite the biting words of his former brother. “How often has this been happening?” Diluc inquired, waiting for Kaeya to actually look back at them, but he never did, calloused fingers gently tapping the wooden bar countertop instead. “Okay, when did it start, then?” Diluc switched questions with a nod from you.

“A few months ago. They only lasted a minute or two, and I’d barely remember what happened. Recently the times I’ve blanked have been longer. I don’t remember what happened since coming in here.” Kaeya’s voice was quiet, low, ashamed maybe. He was so tired of it all, the lies and the burdens. He didn’t want to be a plot point or a chess piece. He just wanted to live his life, free of the whispering secrets of the dark.

“That was seven hours ago. [Name], is that normal?”

“Quite. Some dissociative episodes have been known to last years. The hours will turn to days, days into weeks. You know how it goes. I’ll bring Venti home so you two can speak.” You pulled your bag over your shoulder, heading off to grab the drunk bard from the corner. “Come on, bard. You can stay at my house.” You lifted the man easily, letting Diluc silently unlock and open the tavern door for you. The door was shut and locked once more.

“You don’t have to pretend to care, Diluc. I’m fine.” Kaeya pushed his barstool back, standing to his full height. He was exhausted, his brain fog may have been gone but his body still didn’t feel real and every step he took felt like walking on pins and needles. It didn’t help when Diluc blocked the door though, the usual bored expression replaced with something else.

“I do care, idiot. Whether or not you believe that isn’t my problem. You’re still my brother, even if we never shared any blood. Now you’re going to sit down and we’re going to talk about what happened that night, do you hear me?” Diluc lowered his arms, gaze dropping to anywhere but the captain. “Please, just talk to me. I won’t push you away this time.”

“Do you promise?”

“Obviously.”

[sunflowerspecter]

haley (a.h.)

summary: hotch doesn’t know if it’s time to move on. then he meets you, and your daughter haley. 

warnings: canon-typical violence, canon-typical mentions of murder, canon-typical mentions of drugs 

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

words: 3.6k

note: hey? i’m back! with another fic! after like four months! woo. i’m also almost at 400 followers which is pretty wild so cool cool. this is absolutely unedited and i’ve been working on it for literally ever, but i doubt you expected more from me anyways (the plot is also kind of sketch) anywayss, here it is my loves! 

~~~oOo~~~

“JJ!” you yell, crossing the bullpen quickly. She turns to face you and smiles widely, throwing her arms open. 

“Y/n!” she calls as you fall into her arms. “Oh my god, it’s so good to see you! What are you doing here?” 

“My team’s going to be working with your team for the next couple of cases!” As the communications liaison for Operations Support Branch (OSB), you and JJ used to collaborate often, until she was transferred and changed positions. You and her don’t get to see each other half as often as you want, but sometimes you bring your daughter, Haley, to spend time with Henry. 

“Wait, really? Why weren’t we alerted?” she asks. Behind her, a tall man with dark hair steps towards you, and you already know who he is. SSA Aaron Hotchner. 

“Because the decision was just made this morning,” he says. He offers his hand and you shake it. “I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner.” 

“We all call him Hotch,” JJ adds quickly. 

“Y/n Y/l/n,” you say to him. “I’m the communications liaison for the OSB. I’m the only one here right now, my team is heading up as we speak.” You turn to the elevator, where your boss, Sam Holmestead, is standing, talking to Derek Morgan, someone JJ had introduced you to. “Holmes is over there.” 

“Great,” Hotch says, “excuse me.” He nods at you and begins his way over to your boss, and you watch the entire way. 

“Ooh,” JJ sings, giving you a friendly laugh. 

“Oh, shut up,” you say, but you’re laughing too. “Now, I heard there’s a case.” 

She nods. “Come up to the conference room, we’ll introduce your team to my team and give you all of the details.” 

In the room, you, Holmes, and the two others from your team that were joining you— Gary Long and John Wilson— stand at the back, while the BAU all gathered in their seats. 

“These four are from the OSB,” Hotch says. “Strauss wants our team to collaborate with some members of the OSB on the next few cases, so they’ll be travelling with us,” Hotch says. “JJ, want to make introductions?” 

She nods, then says, “Sam Holmestead leads the team, and this is Y/n Y/l/n, Gary Long, and John Wilson.” She turns to her team, then, and says, “This is Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, and David Rossi.” 

Greetings are exchanged, and then it’s back to business. “Two young women were kidnapped and then killed in Tallahassee, Florida,” Garcia says. “Each one was taken from a parking lot, then held captive for a week, and then killed. A week after the first girl was killed, the second one went missing. She was found dead yesterday. Other than their throats being slashed, they were otherwise unharmed.” 

You blink down at the pictures. You’ve seen things before, awful things, but this was just… so much worse. You feel better about your squeamishness when you look over and see that Wilson is as white as a ghost. 

“So, what does this guy get from the kill?” Morgan says, one elbow on the table. 

“It’s rather clean, as far as murder goes,” Prentiss quips. “No stabbing, no bruising. Even the cut is clean.” 

“How long did it take her to die? This could be seen as merciful,” you say, glancing at Holmes, who nods at you. 

“I’m guessing just a few seconds,” Reid said, looking through his file and finding the coroner’s report, then nodding and glancing up at you. 

“Garcia, do these girls have anything in common?” Hotch asks, and your attention goes straight to him (because he’s talking, and you’re polite, obviously). 

“They both attended Florida state and now work in insurance. Different companies,” Garcia says. 

Hotch nods at her, then says, “Wheels up in 30.” 

~~~oOo~~~

The jet is larger than you expected. And nicer, too. You take a seat between JJ and Morgan, and see Garcia on Skype on the table. The rest of the group files in, and you begin discussing the case. 

“So, what’s this guy's deal? What’s he doing with these girls for a week?” Morgan says. 

“There aren’t signs that they’re tied up, or that he blitz-attacked them,” Prentiss adds. 

“Maybe he kept them locked in a sort of cellar. He wouldn’t need to tie them up.” 

“Did he drug them?” Holmes asks. Reid looks over the report, then nods. 

“Actually, yes, both girls had methylenedioxy​methamphetamine and methamphetamine in their system,” Reid says. 

“MDMA and meth?” JJ says, crossing her arms. 

“Wilson, you still have contacts in Florida, right? See who’s dealing both of those these days,” Holmes says, and Wilson nods, pulling out his phone. 

“MDMA is really hard to get a hold of,” Wilson says, “I’m sure it’s easier in Florida, but still, this guy has to have some way of getting money in. Lots of it.” 

“Okay, so how does he insure he doesn’t hurt them with the drugs?” Prentiss says. 

“And what purpose does it serve? What fantasy is he living out?” Rossi adds. 

The plane hits a bit of turbulence, and your stomach flips. “Is that normal?” you whisper, and JJ laughs, nodding.

“You’ll get used to it,” Morgan says. You nod and give a short laugh. 

“The likelihood of being in a plane crash is about one to 5.4 million,” Reid says, “and even so, it’s improbable that turbulence will cause a crash. Even commercial airlines are built to withstand forces 1.5 times stronger than anything experienced in the past—” 

“Reid,” Hotch says sternly, but softly, “focus, please.” 

“I didn’t know the BAU made cyborgs,” you say, squinting your eyes at Reid. 

Prentiss nods at you, throwing her arms up. “That’s what I’ve been saying! Someone finally understands.” 

“Sorry,” he says, eyes widening. “I’m curious as to whether these girls were using these drugs before or after he took them.” 

“You think they were using before?” Hotch asks, and Reid nods. 

“I just don’t know why he would give the girls these drugs.” 

“I’ll ask the families,” JJ says. 

“When we land, Reid, start setting up a geographical profile. Prentiss and Morgan, check out the dump sights. JJ, talk to the families, and make sure the press doesn’t get the information about the drugs. Rossi, take Long and go check out the abduction sights. Wilson, reach out to your contact. I want Y/l/n and Holmestead to help me with victimology,” Hotch says, looking around. 

“Yes, sir’s” went around the group, and you flip to look at the victim pages. 

Holmes leans across the table and looks at you. “What do you think?” 

You shake your head. “It’s strange,” you say. “They hardly have anything in common. Yeah, they went to the same school, and yeah, they both work in insurance, but two very different jobs.” 

Holmes shrugs, then nods. “I agree. Were they friends?” He looks at Hotch for guidance, who shrugs. 

“We’ll have to find out. Garcia, have you made any connections?” 

Garcia looks up on the screen, then says, “Actually, another girl has just been reported missing.” 

“It’s only been a day,” JJ says, and looks at Hotch. 

“We hit the ground running,” he says, and you all nod. 

~~~oOo~~~

Working with the team goes a lot smoother than expected. Your teams bond together instantly, and you all work quickly and effectively. 

Unfortunately, even a day and a half after the third victim's abduction, you’re no closer. 

“In his comfort zone, there are 14 warehouses, 13 abandoned buildings, 25 apartment complexes, and too many residential areas to count,” you say, looking over Reid’s shoulder as he writes on the board. 

“He could be anywhere,” Hotch mutters, standing beside you. 

“What are we missing?” Rossi says, and you turn and slump into a chair, sitting at the table with the team. Hotch sits next to you, a pensive look on his face. 

“How did he choose each girl? Are these premeditated or spur of the moment? And why did he escalate his time frame?” Morgan says, looking around the table. 

JJ rushes into the room. “The third girl's body was found. And he left a note.” 

The table stands. “Reid and Y/l/n, stay here and analyze the note. JJ, keep the press occupied. No one releases the note. We don’t address it yet. Everyone else, at the crime scene.” 

You nod, finding it a little odd that he left you with Reid (sure, you aren’t a field agent, but the rest of your team is going somewhere), but you stay nonetheless. The team files out and you turn to Reid, looking down at the scan of the note. 

“The paper looks old,” Reid says, and you squint. 

“It’s not old, it was made to look that way. See how it’s not torn or wrinkled, but it’s yellowed?” 

Reid nods and looks at you, for a moment, surprised. It passes quickly, and he’s looking back at the text. “Typewriter, and it’s in third person. It just describes the crime.”

“What does that mean?” you ask, and Reid shrugs. 

“It could mean any number of things. Could be living out his fantasy, could be any number of mental illnesses.” 

You nod, crossing your arms. It’s going to be a long night. 

~~~oOo~~~

The fourth girl was taken in the wide open. There was a witness. With a description of the vehicle. 

“There are more purple Volkswagens in Tallahassee than there should be,” Garcia says, “but only one registered to someone within the comfort zone of our guy.” 

He doesn’t know you’re coming, and the arrest is smooth, and the girl is safe. 

The plane ride back is quiet—everyone is mostly asleep. You sit by Holmes, talking idly about how the court is probably going to rule on the case. Hotch is awake and across from you, but you can tell he’s listening. 

“How’s the little one?” Holmes says, and you laugh. 

“As rebellious as ever,” you sigh. “She wants to be a superhero when she’s older.” 

Holmes laughs, leaning back in his seat and pushing his hand through his hair. “And that’s exactly why I didn’t have kids.” 

You elbow him. “Like you could get someone to reproduce with you, anyway.” 

He gasps, grasping his chest, feigning pain. “Low blow, Y/n, low blow.” 

“Whatever, old man,” you say, leaning back. “How long are we working with the BAU?” you ask, glancing over your sleeping teammates. 

“I’m not sure yet,” he says. Then he lowers his voice and whispers in your ear, “You’ve caught the BAU’s dear boss’s eye, I think.” 

You giggle (you giggle) and say, “No way.” 

“Yes way.” 

“I guess he’s cute,” you say in a whisper. “But that’s a conversation for the morning. I’m exhausted.” 

You look over at Hotch, writing his report and talking quietly with Rossi. You wonder what’s going through his mind. 

“You know she wouldn’t want you to spend the rest of your life mourning her,” Rossi says quietly. Hotch nods. 

“I know that, I do. I just, I wish there was a sign.” 

Rossi puts his hand on his friend's shoulder. “There will be.” He looks over at you, eyes shut, head on Holmes’ shoulder. “Meanwhile, you’ve been looking at her quite a lot.” 

“What?” Hotch says, taking in a shaky breath. 

Rossi chuckles, shrugging. “I think you know.” 

~~~oOo~~~

“Hey, sleep today, but tonight you should come out with us,” Garcia says as you gather your things from your makeshift desk. You landed at 4:30 in the morning, and after finishing your paperwork, you were ready to sleep for the entire day. 

You hesitate, then shrug. “Sure, why not?” 

Garcia squeals, “Yay!” You laugh and nod. 

“What time, and where?” 

“How about I pick you up?” she suggests, and you nod. 

“Actually, that would be great,” you say. She smiles, and leaves you in your office. Your daughter calls you as you're leaving the building, and you meet Hotch in the elevator. 

“Mommy!” the little girl cries happily into the phone. 

“Hi, hon! I’m on my way home right now, what are you doing up this early, baby?” 

She giggles. “Auntie and I have a surprise for you!” 

You freeze. “Haley, what did you do?” You feel Hotch stiffen beside you, but you don’t ask him about it. 

“Nothing! Bye, mommy!” she says before you can tell her no, and she’s hung up. 

“Children,” you mutter. Hotch nods. 

“What’s your kids name?” he asks, barely looking at you. 

“Haley,” you say. “She’s four next month.” He hums, and you ask, “Do you have any children?” 

“Yes,” he says. “Jack. He’s seven.” 

The elevator door opens, and you almost think you’re disappointed. 

“Can I walk you to your car?” he asks, and you nod. 

“Yes, thank you.” 

The walk is silent. 

“See you tonight?” you say. 

He shakes his head. “Probably not.” 

“Why not? Could be fun.” 

He hesitates, meeting your eyes. Then, he says, “I’ll think about it.” 

You smile, getting into your car. “Have a good one, Hotchner.” 

“You too, Y/l/n.” 

~~~oOo~~~

Haley is asleep by 8:00, your sitter is at your door by 8:15, and Garcia is at your door at 8:30. 

Black dress, red lipstick. It isn’t too fancy, but if Hotch shows up, you’ll look nice. (Not that you care, of course. As far as you know, he’s married). 

“You look so pretty!” Garcia says once you’re in her car. 

“Thank you! You too!” you say, and then she starts telling you stories from the team. How Reid will go off about Halloween, how Prentiss faked her death, how Morgan and her flirt endlessly (which you picked up on), how Hotch’s son, Jack, is doing soccer. 

You, in turn, tell Garcia about Wilson’s wife, Mary, and how Holmes once fell down a well while working on a case and was stuck for an hour and a half, and how Greg has this terrible habit of accidentally befriending the worst people. 

You reach the bar laughing, and you find the table everyone (except Hotch) is sitting at. You and Garcia join them, and conversation becomes easy. Until, a few minutes after your arrival, Hotch takes a seat beside you. 

“Hi,” he says, and everyone greets him. 

“We were just talking about how we could run off and buy a house in the woods and live a secluded life together for the rest of time,” Prentiss says, and you let out a laugh. 

“I’m sure that will work out wonderfully, especially with three children,” Hotch says. 

“And the house has to be big, there’s a lot of us,” you add. 

“And we work for the government, they’ll be suspicious if we all quit at once,” Greg says. 

Spencer shrugs. “Not to mention the cost of living would be expensive, and we’d be out of a job. Plus, there’s no one to replace us.”

You lean over and boop Spencer’s nose. “We’re irreplaceable.” 

“Don’t count on that, Strauss has been after my ass since the moment I stepped in that office,” Hotch says. 

Rossi mutters something into Hotch’s ear, and your stomach does backflips. JJ turns to you. “Is Haley still into dance?” 

You shake your head. “That was a short lived hobby. I think this week it’s art.” 

“Henry is the same way! He doesn’t stick with one thing for more than a few days,” she laughs. “Hotch, what about Jack?” 

“He’s stuck with soccer pretty consistently, but he also can’t decide if he likes drums or drawing on the wall more.” 

You and JJ laugh. “Where’s Will?” you ask JJ, raising an eyebrow.

“He stayed home with Henry, but he sends his love.” JJ looks over at Hotch. “I presume Jack is with Jessica?” 

���Yes,” he says, huffing a laugh, his eyes darting to yours. “I really should be paying that woman.” 

“Is Jessica not your wife?” you ask, glancing from JJ to Hotch. They share a look, and JJ turns to Spencer, picking up on his and Emily’s conversation. Your attention is now fully on Hotch, who sighs. 

“No, Jessica is my sister-in-law,” he says, and he opens his mouth to say more, but then hesitates. “My wife died a few years ago. Her name was Haley.” 

“Oh,” you say dumbly. “Oh, oh I’m so sorry.” You meet his eyes, but he shakes his head. “My husband died a few years ago too. Right before Haley was born, actually,” you say, laughing humorlessly.

He nudges your shoulder lightly, then says, “Look at us, two widowed single-parents.” 

“A pair we make, Mr. Hotchner,” you say, and he nods. 

~~~oOo~~~

As you’re leaving the conference room after a briefing, Holmes pulls you aside. He watches as everyone leaves the room, and says, “This will be our last case with the BAU.” You blink at him, disappointment filling you. 

“Why are you telling just me?” you ask, crossing your arms. 

Holmes shrugs, looking out the conference room window. You follow his gaze to where Hotch and Morgan are talking in front of Hotch’s office. “Because you might want to shoot your shot before you never see him again,” Holmes says. You try to ask him what he means, but he’s already left the room.

You sigh, picking up your things and getting your bag, going to stand beside JJ and Emily as you make your way out to the jet. You trail a step behind them, your mind racing. What did Holmes mean by that? Your heart dropped a little bit at the thought of never seeing the team you had been working with for the past six months ever again. Surely, you will. JJ and you are close friends, and you had grown close with the rest of the team too, right? 

“What’s on your mind?” You startle at the sound of his voice, looking up to see Hotch looking down at you, his brows drawn together. 

“Oh,” you say. “Nothing.” 

“You can’t lie to a profiler.” 

You laugh. “Holmes told me this is our last case together,” you tell him, looking ahead, where JJ and Emily are boarding the plane. 

“It is,” he says. His voice is even, steady, normal. There is nothing to suggest he is happy for your departure or upset about it. He is neutral. 

“Shame,” you say, “I was sort of getting used to working with you guys.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, and you board the plane. You sit in your usual seat and he sits beside you; that’s how it always is. It feels wrong, today. 

“It’s not like we’re just going to disappear, though,” Hotch says to you, just so you can hear. “You know where I work after all.” You huff a laugh, your heart rate increasing more than you’d care to admit. “On top of that, we have no idea how long this case will last. Maybe it goes horribly wrong and you’re stuck with me forever.” 

“We better solve it quickly, then,” you say, raising an eyebrow at him. He scoffs, and you shake your head. “But, really. I’ll miss working with you.” After a second, your eyes widen and you add, “All.” 

He nods, shifting in his seat. “I’ll regret no longer having your team’s expertise.” 

“Our teams are good together, for sure.” 

~~~oOo~~~ 

After the case, you try not to look too blue as you step onto the jet for the last time. You and Holmes are the first ones on the jet, and when you sit across from him instead of your usual spot, he raises an eyebrow at you. 

“Do you know where we’re going next? What our next assignment is?” you ask. He shakes his head, and you look down at your hands. 

“We won’t be travelling with the BAU,” he says, “but we will be working at headquarters for the meantime.” 

“That’s going to be an adjustment,” you say, looking over at him. “Watching the team leave, not going with them.”

He nods. “But at least you’ll get to see him.” 

“You mean them,” you say, furrowing your brow. “The team.” 

As the words leave your mouth, Hotch walks on board. He nods at the two of you, his facial expression blank. He sits in his usual spot. He looks small. 

“No, I said what I meant,” Holmes said, shrugging. “Maybe you just didn’t want to hear it.” 

You don’t reply, looking over to where Hotch is sitting. You look to Holmes for permission, and he nods at you. You make your way over to Hotch, sitting next to him. 

“Hi,” you say quietly. 

“Hi,” he says back. 

A beat. 

“So—” you both say at the exact same time. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. 

“You go first,” he says. 

“I’m going to miss you. The whole team,” you add, “but especially you.” 

He flushes, giving a sort of smile as he shifts in his seat, nodding to you. “I’m going to miss you too.” You hold your breath, and he says, “But I figured, you know, there’s not really any reason we can’t still see each other. After this. We could get coffee sometime.” 

You grin, bumping your shoulder against his. “Are you asking me out, Hotchner?” you whisper quietly, jokingly. 

“Maybe,” he says, looking uncharacteristically unsure. “If you say yes.” 

“Well,” you say, looking up and tapping your chin. You meet his eyes, and he’s staring at you like your next words are the most important thing in the world, “I would be an idiot if I said no.” 

He smiles, big and wide like you’ve never seen and it goes straight to his eyes. “Then it’s a date.” 

“Then it is,” you say, smiling right back at him. 

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last kiss pt.2

this is part two of the song fic “last kiss” ! it’s down below if you want to read it !!

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fred weasley x reader

angst

fred stood outside of his flat after he closed the door. he looked in front of him shocked.

did he just do that ?

he was able to hear her sobs from the open window, her trying to catch her breath and mumbling things to herself .

yes, he did that.

he finally felt the tears fall and stream down his face, he contemplated in going back but couldn’t.

he gripped his little messenger bag filled with two outfit changes and toiletries with one hand.with his free one, he wiped his tears with his sleeve, he couldn’t look back and her sobs sounded louder and louder to him.

he picked up his feet,feeling heavy like if he was wearing concrete shoes as he walked to george’s flat a few blocks away, tears falling down.

a few moments earlier….

fred had gotten home a few hours later than he intended.

12:30am read the clock

he had been working since early morning and felt exhausted, this wasn’t the first time this happened, the shop kept getting busier and busier by the minute.

fred got in his flat quietly trying not to wake y/n.

“freddie ? is that you ?” he heard from upstairs

“huh yeah it’s me” he mumbled as he saw her come down the stairs in her cute hedgehog pajamas and fox slippers

“hello love, how was work today ? i’m assuming fun ?” she said sarcastically smiling as she pointed at his tired face and tried to go in for a kiss

“it was fine , im gonna go take a shower” he said dodging it and walking up the stairs .

she would be lying if she said that didn’t sting, but she brushed it off , he probably did have a hard day.

“uh o-okay , i’ll make you some tea”

she wasn’t sure if he even heard.

-

20 minutes later, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, she was confused when he wasn’t in his pajamas .

“you sure you’ll sleep comfortable in that ?” she giggled grabbing his favorite mug and pouring the hot water into the mug along with a tea bag .

“where are you thinking of going at this hour freddie?” she asked turning around to get fred some biscuits

“george’s”

“how come?” she asked confused “are you two going to work on something new?” she asked again, putting the biscuits beside him and sitting down.

“no” he said

“then ?”

“we should break up” he said suddenly pushing away the tea and cookies .

“wait what ?”

“please don’t make me repeat it”

“but why ?!” y/n asked feeling her throat closing and tears breaming her eyes

“is this one of your pranks?” she said trying to blink the tears away smiling

“no, it’s not, i’m sorry” he said standing up

“wait wait hold up, i’m so confused what happened ? aren’t we going to talk about it? freddie? what’s wrong?” she said standing up too , all he did was walk towards the closet and got his messenger bag .

y/n went after him and held his hand.

“freddie, are you serious ? what happened? why are we breaking up, what did i do? did i do something? why are you leaving??” she said, couldn’t keep away the tears, she felt everything coming apart, she cried a little bit more when he pulled away his hand and adjusted his bag.

“im sorry y/n”

“this is how you’re gonna leave me? you’re not even gonna tell me why? you’re better than this!! please fred, don’t leave, tell me what happened !”

“i’ll be looking for a new flat soon,i’m going to stay with george for a bit,i will be coming for my stuff tomorrow”

“please freddie, i love you, can’t we talk for like at least five minutes??!”she said frantically

“goodbye y/n” fred said walking towards the door

“please please don’t! don’t l-leave me like this, i can’t just please don’t” she said sobbing and choking on her words.

he just opened the door and left.

she couldn’t believe it.

they were fine that morning before he left to work

-

that morning…

fred and y/n we’re sleeping peacefully, his arms around her , his face nuzzled in her neck, he held her like if she was his teddy bear.

beep beep beep beep !!

he heard the first time the alarm went off, he really had to be early that day, he had been waking up at night due to him being on the look out making sure he didn’t over sleep.

he reached over and turned it off groaning, y/n shifted feeling fred move and eventually waking up right away.

“fred ?” she said groggy from sleep and barely waking up

“shh it’s okay darling, i’m just going to go get ready for work, you can go back to sleep”

“hmm noo i’ll get up too”

“love it’s okay” he said giggling at her bed head, still thinking she was beautiful”go back to sleep” he kissed her forehead.

when fred went to go change, y/n got up stretching her limbs and getting her slippers.

“what are you doing up?” he asked smiling up at her

“well, since you’re rushing to go to work and probably won’t have time to get breakfast right now, i know you’re not going to eat until later sooo i though why not make you something !” she said blowing at kiss his way and running down to the kitchen before he got to protest,making him shake his head and laughing quietly to himself while he buttoned the last of his buttons in his shirt.

-

he went down after he had done everything to get ready for work, hearing y/n wash the dishes downstairs.

“hey darling”

“hey freddie”

“why are you washing by hand, we have magic you know?”

“yeah but its okay to do it like this once in a-hey !”she said as fred casted a spell for them to clean themselves

“you’re welcome” he said with a smirk

“whatever” she rolled her eyes

“anywayss , i made you a quick omelette, i know you have to go and i didn’t have enough time to make you something else but you need to eat something”

“it’s perfect y/n/n , thank you, i’ll eat it fast over there”

“here i made george one too, he’s probably rushing just as much as you are”y/n said handing him a container with his breakfast

“thank you, i’m sure he’ll appreciate it”he said kissing her nose making her blush

“oops i have to go love” he said going over for his jacket

“alright, be safe okay ?” she said walking towards him

“i always am” he said smirking

“hmm yeah okay” she said while he placed his hands on her face and held her delicately, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone looking into her eyes.

“i love you” they said at the same time, making fred smile and y/n blush, they leaned in, giving each other a sweet kiss, making them melt inside.

“alright lover boy, you’re gonna be late for work” y/n said , her cheeks tinted pink after their kiss

“only because you say so” he said kissing her hairline before going over to the counter and grabbing his and george’s breakfast.

“i love youuu !!!” he said running out the door turning around to look at her

“i love you most” she said waving at him before he left.

…never thought that would be their last kiss.

-

what went wrong ? y/n didn’t know nor have any sort of clue what.

an hour later of her crying in the living room, she got up and grabbed her suitcases.

she went up to their room and packed all of her belongings.

she grabbed her wand by the nightstand trying to get out of the house as fast as she could.

she got a hold of her suitcases,knowing she forgot a thing or two but didn’t really care, and aparated to hermione’s and ron’s front step, she almost went to ginny but she knew she would tear fred a new one no matter what time it was.

ron and hermione were pissed at fred when they found out, they let her stay the night there before she went to look for an apartment in the morning.

-

when fred told george about what happened, george was screaming and cussing him out, calling him an idiot almost telling him to get out, but he couldn’t and although fred didn’t cry and acted tough, george could see he was hurting.

the next morning when fred went to go pick up his things,he knew something felt off. when he entered the house it felt empty, not that he expected it to be filled with love though, it was too quiet, he slowly went upstairs to their bedroom and saw the closet door open but no y/n, he saw all of her things were gone and knew she moved out instead. he sat in the bed and let his tears fall.

within two days of them breaking up, all the weasley’s had already found out, all of them upset with fred for leaving her with no explanation, he felt embarrassed to tell them why.

george visited y/n in her new flat for the whole week of her living there. when he went back one day and saw the “for rent” sign back up, he went up and knocked on the door frantically until one of the person living there told him that a young lady had moved out that morning.

he quickly went over to fred’s house and screamed at him. he cried that his best friend was gone and didn’t know where she went. he didn’t talk to fred for about a week.

-that was months ago .

fred knew george had been hanging out with y/n and that so had ginny,ron,hermione and harry. he never said anything or ask about her because he knew he had no place in doing that.

he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss her. some days, he would be grumpy and other days he would lock himself in his room crying softly over her. he thought no one noticed, but of course his twin always knew.

over the months, he had less and less of an idea on why he broke up with her,he kept saying he did the right thing but then he would always doubt himself. he had pushed his feelings about this for a while saying he didn’t deserve to be sad about this situation, so now it was hitting him a bit harder. he wondered how she was and if she met someone new or anything, but didn’t have the guts to ask george or anyone. he always acted like if he was unbothered. he really wanted to see her again and hold her, tell her how sorry she was and that he was an ass for leaving her with no explanation.

george was able to see how sorry he felt for himself and seen his spark slowly fade. george himself also missed having y/n a walking distance, although he could always aparate to her house, it was different, they used to see each other almost everyday .

fred wished she could just come back, until one day she did .

-

fred woke up with a headache, and like the last few months, there was no y/n next to him sleeping.

he groaned getting up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. he looked over to where y/n used to sleep. he wasn’t able to move out from that house. he had left everything how y/n had left it. he stared over the same spot for a few more seconds before he caught on. he cleared his throat and got up to get ready for his day.

he adjusted his tie while looking at himself and his messy hair that he had let grow like he had in his sixth year. still managing to pull it off .

he went downstairs and ate his breakfast before he aparated to work.

“hey mate, it’s your day off ! what are you doing here?” george asked when he saw fred aparate infront of him, not admitting it lowkey scared him a bit.

“yeah i know, i just didn’t have anything to do”

“um welllll” george thought while scratching his eyebrow “you can restock those things over there and put away those boxes” he said pointing to the objects.

“ok” fred said bluntly.

george knew it was one of those days so he let him be.

“alright man, later you want to go pick up some lunch or something”

“uh yeah sure”

“brilliant !”

-

more stocking up later and running around the store, 12 o’clock hit.

“alrightttt dear old brother of mine!!what shall we go eat for lunch today!!” fred heard george loudly say as he entered the room he was in

“huh?”

“where do you want to go eat?”

“dunno, anywhere really, doesn’t matter”

“oh cmon not a place in mind? huh? leaky cauldron maybe?”

fred got up and adjusted his work jacket/blazer

“not really”

“alright then, move your bloody arse and let’s see where we shall go!!” he said pushing fred out the door.

-

the twins had been walking around diagon ally for a while now deciding where to go.

“cmon freddie, just pick a place”

“we should just go back to work, i’m not that hungry anyways”fred said turning around and tried to make his way over to the joke shop leaving george behind.

george had tried to go after fred, he was able to see him a few feet away and was about to run to catch up with him when he accidentally bumped into someone.

“…and can we go try those cauldron cake you like so mu-woooa !!!”

“i am so sorry ma’am i apologize !”

“marianne are you okay?!”

“georgie ???” y/n exclaimed

“y/nn ??!!”george said while pulling her into big hug .

“you two know each other?” marianne asked

“yes ! he’s my best friend”

“i’m george weasley, i’m so sorry again”

“i’m marianne y/l/n, y/n’s cousin and it’s all good don’t worry” she said as they shook hands and both let out some “nice to meet you’s”

“what are you doing back here ?!!decide to come and visit me ??” george smirked.

“no you big bloke” y/n jokingly said, “our cousin is having a baby and we came over for her baby shower, and you? where you rushing off to?”

“well uhh” george tried to come up with an excuse but his eyes widened when he saw him already staring at them with his mouth open,shocked.

-

a few moments earlier with fred ..

he had tried to make his way to their shop, he felt bad for just leaving george there, he didn’t feel hungry and just wanted to go back to work to distract himself before he went back home and go back to feeling sorry for himself.

he knew george was trying to catch up to him, he wasn’t far behind and he hadn’t walked far enough due to the tons of people around, he knew he had crashed into someone because he heard him apologize.

“marianne are you okay?!” he heard someone exclaim

that voice he instantly recognized.

that same voice made him stop dead in his tracks.

he couldn’t believe his ears and just thought he was imagining it.

until he heard it again.

“georgie ???”

“y/n ??!!” he heard george say, confirming his suspicions of y/n being a few yards away from him

he slowly turned around and saw her, her back was facing him but he still managed to gasp as he let himself acknowledge he wasn’t dreaming.

he felt his feet moving quite slowly but surely making his way over to them, his eyes welling up, he hadn’t seen her in months, which had felt like an eternity to him. he had blocked out everyone and every noice, it’s like his feet kept moving on his own til he finally stopped , less than ten feet away.

he saw george look up and his eyes widened when he saw fred, which made him snap out of it a bit.

y/n and marianne saw george looking behind him with a distressed face which made them turn around.

y/n saw what george was looking at

both fred’s and y/n’s eyes connected, making her let out a loud gasp

she saw his face in person after a while, she couldn’t believe it. he had let his hair grow out, it was messy but it still looked good on him.

he saw that she had changed her hair too, she had gotten a haircut, but her eyes looked sad, she had under eye circles that were still visible even when covering up with concealer and saw her face go a bit pale when she saw him.

marianne right away knew what was going on, she knew that was fred, y/n’s ex, and knew the person that bumped into her was the same george y/n has been hanging out with.

she saw y/n’s eyes start to well up, she turned to look at george and he just gave her a “shit” look, she right away gave fred a dirty look.

“y/n…” fred whispered as he took a few steps forward

y/n had never turned around that fast in her life, she felt dizzy, she didn’t know if it was because of what was happening or because she turned so fast, maybe both.

“we have to go, i’ll see you later okay george ??” she said desperately

“y/n” fred said a bit louder while he tried to walk closer to her but marianne stopped him.

“y/n” he said firmly, almost begging, he knew she had heard him but just ignored it, which hurt him but understood.

“i’m so so-“fred desperately tried to apologize but didn’t get to say it

“bye georgie” y/n said while quickly taking out her wand and apparating away .

he didn’t miss to see the tears already escaping her eyes before she left.

“no! is-is she-“ fred tried to ask

“no! you do not get to ask anything about her !” marianne loudly said, making a few heads turn around to where they were standing.

“but-“

“but nothing!”she told fred, with a nasty look on her face.

“i’ll go check up on her” she told george, not before she gave fred one last mean look and went after y/n, knowing she went back to her house.

fred dropped his head ,let it hung low and put his hands over his face,feeling a few tears come out.

“cmon fred, let’s go back to the shop” george said patting his back and walking to their destination.

-

Once y/n apparated back to her house,she dropped her purse on her bedroom floor and cuddled herself on her bed crying,just letting her tears drown her while sobbing.

a few minutes later, she heard her cousin get home.

“y/n/n ?, are you in here?”

she didn’t get any respond but her sobs let her know she was in there.

“oh honey come here” marianne said approaching her, sitting next to her while y/n was crying her eyes out.

“shh shh it’s okay let it out”marianne consoled her,stroking her hair.

“i can’t see him again marianne,i tried to move on i really did and now he appears i can’t ! what-what if he finds out where i am and-and i can’t go through that i can’t !!!”y/n rambled sobbing.

“honey it will be okay”

y/n cried, trying to get some words out,not knowing what to say.

“it’s okay,i’m here for you”

y/n just nodded and stayed there for a few minutes.

“i’m so sorry mari”

“hey,it’s okay y/n/n, you don’t have to apologize”

she just sniffled.

“you want to go take a bath? get refreshed and maybe we can watch a movie and i can go get some snacks, maybe your favorite ice cream?”

“o-okay” she replied while wiping her tears, standing up from her bed.

“here i’ll go get you a glass of water, be right back”

while marianne went for her water, y/n took out her pajamas,undergarments,towels and her fox slippers.

“here you go”marianne came in handing her the cup.

“i’ll be downstairs, howl if you need anything” she chuckled

“thank you”

once marianne left the room, y/n undressed herself, wrapping the towel around her and took her things to her bathroom.

she turned on the water and let it fill up a bit. while it was filling up, y/n stared at herself in the mirror, her puffy red eyes burning up as she started to create some more tears.

she finally let go of her towel and stepped into the warm water.

-

meanwhile at the joke shop. . .

fred and george entered their store, george flipping their “open” sign over to “closed”

fred was making his way upstairs when george stopped him.

“where do you think you’re going?”

“upstairs” fred said quietly

“no you’re not,you’re going to come talk to me”

“georg-“

“no fred, you need to let me know what happened when you two broke up, why did you do it fred? you won’t even tell me!”

“george,i don’t know”

“what do you mean you don’t know! you just can’t do that! i mean cmon ! you left her with no explanation and when she’s doing better you just come barging in !”

“i’m sorry” fred said while he just let his tears escape

“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to, you’re my brother and i love you, but you can be an idiot sometimes, i understand you’re hurting and your feelings are valid, but what you did was not okay, i still can’t understand why you did what you did, it hurt her a lot freddie, whenever i would go see her, she would always ask about you and how you’re doing, she still loves you,and very much.”

“i miss her george, i miss her a lot” he choked out

“i know you do mate”

“i need to see her, georgie please tell me where she is, i need to make things right again”

“fred..i-“

“please george i’m begging you”fred exclaimed, crying a bit harder

“look fred, i’m not sure if she would be comfortable with that”

“please george,please ! i’ll leave her alone if that’s what she wants me to do! i need to at least try !”

george looked at how desperate he looked, he looked completely in shambles, both of his best friends were hurting right now, he too wished it went back to how it was, he knew it was definitely not going to be that easy.

george took one more look at fred and sighed.

“okay,fine alright”

fred felt like he could collapse right there, he was finally going to go talk to her and try to make things right after 5 long months.

“can we go right now?”

“right now? fred are you sure you’re ready? and don’t you think she needs some space right now?”

“i have to george!”

“okay okay, just hold on, let me go lock up” george said getting up”i won’t take long”

fred sighed and sat down with his hands over his face.

-

after what felt like an eternity later, george came back up.

george saw how fred was bouncing his leg up and down and how fast he stood up when he saw him come in.

“what took you so long!”

“woah, it’s not that easy mate, you’ve been working here as long as i have”

“sorry, can we please go now?”

“are you sure fred? i mea-“

“yes! just please take me to her”

“alright”

-

i actually hit the limit😭the link to the continuation of this is up now !!

[tokimihyachi]

Garden (Valentine’s Day Special #1)

Pairing: William Vangeance X Reader

Warning/s: None

Note/s: Soft boi going soft for us? yes please. 🤚 Had my readers in wattpad vote for who they wanted me to make a v-day special for, and william was leading as he dominated the first slot 😂 anywayss, hope you enjoy this!! 😚💕

As the captain of the strongest brigade in Clover Kingdom, William didn't really have much time for hobbies, much less his self. But there were several occasions when he had at least a few hours to kill, and in that time he either conversed freely with the birds living in the tree's of the Golden Dawn's base, or studied about a variety of things.

Despite the amount workload that needed to be done, he needed to clear his schedule since tomorrow is a special day.

For tomorrow, is Valentine's.

The masked man didn't have anyone in particular to celebrate the occasion with. The reason why he deemed the holiday one worth mentioning and celebrating, was because his secret project has long been neglected and he reasoned with himself, that he would finally place his plan in motion; a mini garden.

Patri was the one who gave him the idea months ago, seeing how his friend always read a book or two about gardening and yet they never even had one in the first place.

Everything was settled. The place was picked, the structure of the garth was created, and all he needed was plants. Particularly, flowers. The kind that would give him the vibrancy and life he currently lacked.

Being the honest man that he is to those he trusted, the Golden Dawn's captain has mentioned his little project to his acting father; the Wizard King.

Luckily for him, Julius mentioned that there was a local flower shop that had just opened near the borders of Kikka's perimeter. It was far from the base, but it was near where he would be patrolling the very same day. His first impression when he walked inside was how welcoming the place felt. How the light of the open greenhouse hit every flower and plant so pleasantly that it made his smile grew wider. But even before he could make the next step inside the glass greenhouse, you popped out of nowhere and beamed him a smile. Initially, anyone's first reaction would be shock, prominently written across their face. He, however, was not and looked more like he was in a daze. "Well hello, Sir Magic Knight! What can I get for you today?" your words laced in kindness sounded pleasant in his ears. This man has been greeted with the same words countless of times so why does it seem like he's experiencing it for the first? "Flowers." the world magic tree user mentally face-palmed at his answer. Of course, he was looking for flowers! This was a flower shop for pete's sake! You, being the bubbly person that you are, chuckled at his reply and pulled him by the hand to a nearby bed of ones, different kinds of them scattered across the display pots, "There are many more to choose from, but given the date, I'm assuming you're giving it to someone. This plant box has the finest flowers we have for the occasion today so choose till your heart's content!" you said, leaving him dumbfounded. His heart was fluttering inside of his chest. He didn't take notice of the flowers, oh no. His mind no longer remembered why he was here in the first place as all the man could ever think of was how nice your hand felt against his. 'Is this you having a crush on someone?' Patri teased, causing him to shake his head at the thought. Deeply sighing to himself, he clasped both of his hands behind his back and went around the shop. The variety of plants in the place was remarkable. No other place in Clover had these very kinds of flora's and greenery, and he wanted to commend you, or whoever the gardener was for the clear dedication placed into the place. The only problem is that he was unsure how to approach you. He believed that anyone would find it absolutely ridiculous that the William Vangeance, a captain who has fought with strong, zealously dangerous enemies on the battlefield, someone who has laid his life on the table during missions, is now frantically sweating because he couldn't muster up the courage to talk to a florist. A beautiful one, at that. "Can't find anything?" William jumped in place, nearly knocking over the plants near him if it weren't for your effort to hold onto his wrist. You pulled him up, so he could get back to his balance, but the closer his face was to you, the more did it seem like he was losing his composure, "Oh, my. Are you alright, dear?" you questioned, making him even more flustered than he already is. He couldn't say a word as all he did was stare at your eyes and the way they seemed charmingly glossy against the flare of the sun's light. This greenhouse had its benefits for natural lighting, and it seemed like it was most advantageous on your end. If only you weren't so oblivious then you would've realized that his glazed eyes meant that he was fervently adoring your features up close, "Can't find anything pretty you want to bring home?"

  "You."

Your eyes widened at his statement, an unfamiliar heat spreading across your face, "U-uhm sir what was that?" you heard what he said, but just in case you were hearing things, you wanted him to repeat it.

"You-nique flowers are presently available here." he said as you agreed and began blabbering things about the other flowers.

  The masked man bit his lip as he continued to stare lovingly at you. If anyone else were looking, they would've thought of him as a teenage boy having a crush for the first time, and in all honesty, he looked absolutely adorable.

"I'm starting up a garden of my own and I'm not entirely sure what to do first or the necessities that I need. Would you… be willing to help me?" he asked you, gulping as he awaited an answer.

For a moment you could've sworn that the tone of his voice seemed like it was pleading, but the amiable smile he plastered on his face tricked you into being deceived by his friendliness, "I would be delighted! Oh, really I am honored. People usually say I talk to much so I'd love to, dear." you said, clinging onto his arm as his breath hitched.

"Hmm, where should I begin?"

Patri, at this point, was already preparing himself for he knew that come by night, William would replay this scene in his mind. How could the captain not when the warmth and life you radiated was too contagious?

"Anywhere, my dearest." he replied, holding onto your hand that was wrapped around his with a smile that gave off his true intentions.

Now, he finally had an actual reason to start a garden.

[skyborn-reads]

okayyyy feedback timee

hello hello how art thoughhh

thank you so much for the reading you literally put me on such great songs... *types this while listening to california dreamin *(shakes head aggressively cndkhbvsdkhb)I LOVE THIS SONG UGHHH OMG FS IS THIS THE VIBE YOU GIVE ME? CAUSE THIS HAS TO BE MY NEW FAV SONG XD

anywayss*replays song again*

this reading is so beautiful to me ad lemme tell you why.

"there are several times you will cross paths but nothing happens and you might not even notice each other,like two strangers in one tiny world" is this a fairytale damnnnnnnnnnnnn

"and you'l find them familiar like they're a missing piece in your life,and they'd wonder where you've been all these years" (*listening to monster rn lmaooo* ) this made me a little emotional tbhh..to think that someone meets me and feel that wayy..it's so beautiful mehn,damn. someone i will feel an instant connection to? rare af i LOVE that. we'll learn each others heart fast? ughhhhh one of my fav line of this reading lol. I have actually had a reading,actually twice that mentioned we would learn each other and I would appreciate how much he knows me .. ughh isn't that adorable?. that's like one of the best things next to hygiene and loyalty. if someone knows you,they know/understand how to love you,no?.

you mentioned I wll playy the masculine energy "strength and support" I am a fire and air dominant so that's interesting. and tbhhh rn I feel like I am more in my feminine energy rn sooo hearing this means by then I have stepped into my masculine energy... YESS. also fun fact, one of my birth cards is the strength card..hmm

"they seee you, the true you you wouldn't show the world" THIS RIGHT HERE. okayy maybe I am sucker for these things but damn. they do? tbhh i dont even know who i am as a person. i am so used to being what everyone wants me to be and wearing different faces that I can't even tell which is whichh.. but it's okay thoo cause I am starting to choose me and starting from scratch so dww. I am can be super goofy and silly,,maybe a little too childlike and let's sayy I can just wear this expression like I am some old warior that survived multiple battles(which i have lol but you get it) seeing me for me is a beautiful thing ughhh SIMPING

my fs has an eye for detail and can read people well? LOL why does that sound like me..fhhswehuf guess we will just figure each other out together..finally not one sided shit. thy admire me and I inspire them? as they should tho, I AM A QUEEN ok but seriously not the first time I've heard that, good to know UwU.

for my first impression of them they give me Pisces rising vibes tbhhh ffdhbfdbhhuf

omg it's 111 rn lol

omg they might like turtle necks? edhffbf same buddy ..let's bond over clothes lol

anyways thank you so much for sticking around for my excited long ass feedback *inserts crying face* and thank you soo much for the reading,I obviously loved it and these songs I will keep listening to over and over again cause why not?

-LCP

Omg thank you so much for your long detailed review!!! Reviews like this are my favourite haha. Really happy to hear that you enjoy the songs. Even happier to know that you have so much in common with your FS!! Hope you have a great week dear 💙💙💙

[peachyydesires]

the keiji fic you posted was amazing, may I request a part two maybe e e e? (ty!!)

The Party (Pt. 2; Keiji x Reader)

a/n: hi there anon! i definitely didn’t expect anybody actually wanting a part two to that fic, but tysm! luckily i got to cover up a lot of plotholes i missed in the first one, so i hope you enjoy this one too! also to the other request in my box (the bad girl x keiji), i’m really excited to write it and i already have an outline for it! i also forgot to mention this to everyone but all of my fics will have a female reader (unless requested otherwise). if this bothers anyone, please let me know and i’ll switch to gender neutral terms (unless requested otherwise). 

summary: after walking out of the station, you come to the realization that you’re stranded in the middle of town until keiji finds you.

   You didn’t exactly plan this out well.

   As you walked out of the station with a large smirk still spread out on your face, you walked a few feet away from the building before you stopped dead in your tracks as you realized that you were stranded in the middle of town with no car. And even if you had one, it would’ve been illegal and dangerous, considering you were technically drunk. 

   Well, shit. You thought, your smirk slowly shrinking into a defeated frown as you patted your pockets. Somehow, while you were busy playing your act, you had forgotten completely about your phone on the way out. Luckily, you still had around $20 on you because of your wallet, but there was no way you could call a taxi at this hour. 

   You walked a few yards out into the city and found the local convenience store not too far from the police station. There was only one employee at the cashier, but he was half-asleep on a chair behind the counter. You carefully slipped in and grabbed a case of cheap beer; you were probably being irresponsible by focusing on alcohol rather than a ride home, but you didn’t really care. All you wanted to do was to drink your worries away and hope for the best.

   Once you were at the counter, the mere slam of the beer case on the glass was enough to wake the cashier up. Without a word, he drowsily scanned the case of beers as you requested a pack of cigarettes from the shelf behind him. He stared at you blankly for a moment before sluggishly turning around, unlocking the case, and scanning the brand of cigarettes you requested. You impatiently tapped your foot against the tile, crossing your arms as you waited for him to finish.

   As soon as he had given you your change, you immediately snatched the case and box of cigarettes and left without a word. You were definitely irritated, especially with how the night was turning out. You had almost forgotten about Keiji, especially as you popped open a bottle of beer and began to down it quickly. 

   The hour was filled with bad decisions as you finished beer after beer and lit cigarette after cigarette. You sat on the curb right outside of the convenience store, staring up at the night sky in blissful wonder. All you really wanted was to get high and have a good time, but cheap beer and cigarettes weren’t exactly the best way to go. 

   Meanwhile, back at the station, all Keiji could think about was you. Oh, how your act had made him swoon; he had never really encountered anyone like you, especially on duty. He was distracted as soon as you had left the station, and he debated in his head whether or not to text you straight away or wait. 

   Just as he was getting off of his shift and getting ready to go home for the night, he froze; how had you gotten home when you were intoxicated? Sure, you weren’t underage drinking, but driving under influence was just as bad. Then again, he had driven you to the station in the first place with no way back.

   Damn it. I should’ve let her call bail. He thought, gritting his teeth as he seized his jacket from the coat rack and jumped into his car. Maybe she called a taxi? No, that’s impossible, and she left her phone on that couch. 

   He started up his car and began to drive toward the local convenience store; all he wanted was a coffee before he got home, considering he usually pulled an all-nighter on these types of late nights.

   As he pulled up to the parking lot, he noticed a hunched over figure on the sidewalk. Looking curiously out the window, his jaw dropped as soon as he realized it was you. His car made a loud screeching noise as he quickly turned around and parked in the nearest parking spot.

   You were too busy admiring the few blinking stars in the sky to notice him. It wasn’t until Keiji shouted your name that you snapped your head back to look over at him in shock. A goofy smile spread out on your face as soon as you recognized him, and you waved energetically, “Hi Mr. Policemaaaaan!” 

   “You can’t trick me again, silly. What are you doing out here all by yourself?” He mirrored your smile, his eyes focused on only your face as he shoved his hands into his pockets. 

   “Pffft, I’m nottt tricking youuu, scout’s honor!” You eagerly patted the space next to you on the curb as you took another swig of beer, which he definitely hadn’t noticed earlier. “I… I couldn’t find a way back home, soooo one thing led to another and heere I am!” You slurred, but this time you couldn’t control your words as the alcohol began to really kick in. 

   He looked at you with a concerned expression on his face as he went silent; he studied your uneven posture and the empty case of beer plus cigarette box at your feet, and it didn’t take him very long for him to put two and two together, especially with the convenience store being right behind you. There were cigarette butts stranded all over on the sidewalk, along with half-smoked ones that you had somehow put out in exchange for more beer.

   “Do you… Need a ride home?” He slowly asked, motioning towards the parked car behind him as he continued, “You really shouldn’t be out here all night.” He didn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you smoking and drinking was bad for your health, even though you were drunk and probably wouldn’t remember anything by morning. 

   However, you shook him off easily as you stammered, “O-Of course not! I’ll be fineee, it’s almost sunrise anywayss. I..I don’t see the point in sleeeping now.” You tried to take another large sip of beer, but you put down the bottle in distaste once you realized it was empty. 

   A chuckle escaped from him as he shook his head, a frown tugging at his lips but he just couldn’t stay mad at you. He reached down a hand and ruffled your hair, “Oh yeah? And how are you supposed to get home then afterward, huh cutie?” 

   You pouted, lightly smacking at his arm as you made a fuss about your now messed-up hair. “I… I don’t knowww! I’ll figure it out laterrr, I just wanna have fun now, partypooper!” You whined, crossing your arms as you looked up at him with your signature puppy-like expression.

   Keiji rolled his eyes as he sat down next to you, looking up at the scattered stars lighting up the midnight sky as he tried to think of a way to convince you to get off the curb. An idea finally popped up in his head as he looked over at you, “I’ll order you a pizza as soon as we get back to your house if you go with me, okay?”

   At the word ‘pizza’ your dreamy expression immediately turned into an excited one as you turned to look at him. “Really? W….Why didn’t you say that in the first place, dummy? Let’s gooo!” You stood up too quickly as you talked, but it was too much motion at once for your already woozy head and you stumbled immediately in your heels. 

   Before you could fall onto the road face-first, he stood up and caught you again. You tried to swat him off, insisting you could walk for yourself but he didn’t listen and instead scooped you up bridal-style into his arms. Your face flushed instantly, the moon reflecting down on your dark pink cheeks as you locked eyes with him. 

   He stared at you for a moment, his face soon mirroring yours as he quickly looked away and headed over to his car. He was glad you didn’t mention anything about the case nor pack of cigarettes he left back on the sidewalk, but all he could really think about was you. 

   You unconsciously pressed your side closer into his warm chest as the night breeze began to pick up. You were in the middle of studying his face when you noticed he still had his service cap on, and a mischievous idea crept into your head.

   When he least expected it, you reached up and grabbed the hat in one swift move and put it on top of your own head. He looked down at you, first in confusion before it quickly morphed into affection as he rolled his eyes. 

   “Really?”

   “Why noooot?” You giggled, pretending to salute to him as he opened the door to the backseat. He settled you into the seat, even as you protested, “Awww, no shotguuun?”

   “Not this time.” He winked at you and took his cap back before shutting the door and getting into his seat. You strapped yourself in, bouncing your legs enthusiastically at the thought of finally getting something to eat and, admittedly, going home. 

   Because the GPS had saved your address, the ride home was rather quick especially with the lack of traffic at that hour. As soon as the car was parked, you unbuckled your seatbelt and practically jumped out of the car. You almost fell, but you managed to keep your balance at the last second even in heels.

   Keiji got out of the car and watched you stumble, shaking his head as he let out a dragged-out sigh. As soon as the car was locked, he was at your side and helping you unlock the door.

   You soon kicked it open with unnecessary force and looked up at him, a big grin on your face as you sang, “Loook’s like it’s your time to diaal!” You took a moment to take off your heels at the front door, and once they were off you were skipping around the house giddily. 

   “What kind?” He asked as he shut the door and took out his cell. He personally enjoyed several toppings on his pizza, even mushrooms, but he wanted to make sure he cared for your needs first.

   “Hmmmm,” You hummed, stopping in your tracks for a moment as you took the time to think before you loudly exclaimed, “Plain!”

   He accidentally let out an amused snort at your answer but didn’t comment on it as he began calling the delivery place. Meanwhile, you were in the process of wobbling up the stairs in order to get changed out of your party clothes. You clung to the banister for dear life and somehow managed to slip upstairs without him noticing.

   However, karma wasn’t exactly on your side. 

   After changing into your usual pajamas, a sudden gut-wrenching feeling washed over you. Nausea hit you almost a second later, and your vision was a blur as you ran across the hall towards the bathroom. You barely managed to get the toilet seat up before you began wrenching your insides out. The combination of the party food and alcohol was too much, and the stinging pain of bile in your throat overwhelmed your senses as your stomach protested against you madly.

   A few moments later, you felt a pair of strong hands gently pull back your hair in order to keep it out of your face. You were mostly done throwing up, and at this point, you were only hovering over the toilet in case anything decided to come back up last minute. 

   “S-Sorry.” You finally managed to stammer out; you were genuinely embarrassed, but somehow your mind felt a bit clearer.

   “For what?” Keiji softly asked, tilting his head to the side as he kept your hair clasped in his hands lightly, “You did nothing wrong, we all get drunk every now and then.”

   “I…I know, but it’s just so… so embarrassing.” You looked over your shoulder at him, your glossy eyes giving away immediately how you were on the verge of tears already. Alcohol made you rather emotional when you weren’t at your high, and it was easy for you to swing into several different moods in a matter of minutes while you were drunk.

   He squatted down so he was at level with you, letting go of your hair in the process as he locked eyes with you. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve been in your position once or twice, and it’s not the end of the world.” He leaned in and planted a delicate kiss on your forehead, pushing back a stray strand of hair behind your ear before he pulled back with a lazy smile, “Come on. Pizza’s going to be here soon.”

   He stood up and reached down a hand, his light pink cheeks reflecting yours. You quickly put down the cover and flushed the toilet before taking his hand, letting him pull you up. Your knees were a little wobbly from having to crouch on them for so long, and you still felt a bit lightheaded. Damn, how am I gonna get down the stairs like this? 

   Keiji seemed to have noticed your distant expression, and he could tell you were pondering something. He eventually figured out that you were most likely  worrying about the stairs. Well, there’s an easy solution to that problem. 

   “Do you want a piggyback ride down?” 

   “E-Eh?!” You looked up at him in surprise; by now you knew that he could clearly read into other’s emotions quite well, but you weren’t expecting him to offer that. Yet you quickly regained your flirty attitude as you smirked, “Weeell, I’m not complaining.”

   He snorted, rolling his eyes as he noticed your change in mood. He lowered himself down, allowing you to climb steadily onto his back. He gave you a moment to secure yourself as you clung onto his shoulders and hooked your legs around his midriff before he stood up.

   “Oof. You sure are heavy,” He playfully joked, slipping his arms under your legs to give you more support. You elbowed him in the shoulder lightly as you whined, “I ammm nooot!” 

   He quickly carried you downstairs and let you slip off his shoulders and onto the couch. A second later, the doorbell echoed through the living room as the delivery man arrived. Grabbing his wallet from his pocket, he swiftly answered the door and secured the pizza. 

   As he set down the box on the table in front of you, you gave him a suspicious look. “Y-You’re not going to leave already, right?” You asked, attempting to hide the worry in your voice; you weren’t ready for him to leave just yet, and you secretly hoped that he would be staying the night.

   A wide, laidback grin spread out on Keiji’s face as he ran a hand through his hair, “Oh? You really don’t want me to leave, huh?” He teased you lightheartedly, making your cheeks flush pink as you sputtered for any words to defend yourself with, but it wasn’t necessary anyway as he continued, “Wasn’t in my plans to anyways.”

   He plopped down on the couch next to you, reaching over and grabbing the remote off the table before handing it to you, “Movie?” 

   The corners of your mouth tugged your lips into a large smile as you shook your head, “Never thought you...you’d ask.” 

   You soon found a cheesy romantic comedy to watch, and you traded the remote for a slice of pizza as the movie started. You were practically starving and almost went through the entire box. 

   Despite your seemingly endless hunger, you ended up falling asleep half on top of Keiji’s chest before the movie could even hit its climax. Your head was up against his heartbeat as you used him as both a body pillow and a teddy bear, hugging him closer to you as you quietly slept. 

   If it wasn’t for your long, deep inhales, he probably wouldn’t have noticed the fact that you had passed out. Once you stopped responding to his jokes, he looked down at you and a soft smile covered his face as he snaked an arm around your thin frame.

   He didn’t want to reach over for the remote again, afraid that he would accidentally wake you up. He watched you carefully for a few moments, the dramatic dialogue of the movie soon fading into mere background noise for him as he began to get tired himself, a feeling he hadn’t felt in weeks.

   But he let it come willingly, and eventually fell asleep peacefully cuddling you. 

   And for the first time in a long time, he didn’t experience a single hallucination or nightmare the entire night.

[arisluvr]

karaoke

about: you, peter, mj and ned have planned a karaoke night for who knows how long. when peter leaves in the middle of it you wonder, why now?

warnings: peter high key being a wet sock. kinda sad ig? :( but it gets beTTER

1.6k words!

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you unruffled your jeans as you unlocked the door. it was mj, your bestfriend, leaning onto the doorframe. tonight you and the (mYsTerY gAnG) rest of your friends were going to a karaoke club. even though you hated singing with a passion, it would still be a fun outing.

"hey loser, you ready?" she twirled her keys through her fingers.

"ready as i'll ever be."

you and mj latched arms when walking to her car. you could see peter and ned through the window. mj opened the door for you.

"for m'lady." she tipped an invisible fedora.

you giggled as you slid in the backseat, peter on the other side, taking in your beauty.

"well hello petey and ned!" you beamed.

"hi y/n!" they said in unison.

"okay let's go karaoke!" mj yelled, then turned on the radio.

"y-you look pretty y/n."

"thanks. you look pretty too?.." you and peter laughed.

mj leans over to ned. "see i told you putting them in the backseat together would be good!" she whisper yelled and held out her hand.

"ugh fine." ned sighed and handed her a 20 dollar bill.

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you skipped toward the doors of the club, opening the door. "come on guys, you're so slow!"

"okay okay!" peter rushes to the door and enters after you. you both stare at each other for a long 5 seconds and the moonlight reflects against your e/c eyes. you could swear that peter almost lost his breath looking at you.

"see look at the way they looked at each other! they are perfect." mj told ned.

“can't argue with that."

the sound of laughter and music blasting filled your ears. all around there were bright colored lights and screens with words passing by.

"come on!" you pulled on peter's arm and walked to one of the open tables. you were at least going to eat before embarrassing yourself.

you open the menu and stood it up in front of your face.

"so, what appetizers were you guys thinking about?" you smirked while reading.

"maybe the mozzarella sticks? those are yummy." ned said rubbing his hands together.

"awesome, i'll go order the-"

"no it's fine y/n i'll pay tonight." peter begins taking his wallet out.

"nonono- i insist i still haven't paid you back for buying my snacks last week."

"okay."

you step out of the table to go ahead and order the food, peter looking at you walk away.

mj rests her head on her hand. "so y/n, she's so pretty right?"

"uhm, yeah i guess." peter blushes.

"what do you mean you guess?- we know you like her and she likes you back!" ned stated in a matter-of-factly way.

"okay. she's pretty and cute and," he stops for a moment. "i know she doesn't like me, she's way out of my league."

ned and mj share a surprised look.

"what do you mean, 'out of my league', you're frickin spiderman!" ned yells.

"shut up ned i haven't told y/n about that yet!"

you set the tray of mozzarella sticks down. "told me what?"

"n-nothing! it's nothing i promise." peter's shaky voice lies.

"oookay? anyways i'm about to destroy these cheese sticks soo," you laughed. peter loved hearing that laugh.

mj raises her hand and goes for one. "i stand by that!"

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"you guys are going up next and i'm so excited to see that!" you glanced at mj and ned.

"yeah, don't think i'm doing this because i want to."

"you just loOoVe me!" ned teased.

"mj and ned to the stage. your song is ready."

"you're lucky i won't kill you right now." she giggled and walked up to the stage.

you shivered. "i'm kind of nervous now, since we're next ya know?"

"yeah, i got a slight headache actually." peter mumbled.

"oh do you wanna sit out then? i don't mind." you said, every word quieter than the other.

"no i'll be fine. i promised i wouldn't walk out randomly when we hangout ever again."

"thank you.."

you looked back up at the stage to mj and ned singing 'wannabe' by spice girls. hey, she's actually a great singer.

"if you wanna be my lover you gotta get with my friends."

"make it last forever, friendship never eEeNds!"

ned? maybe not so much, you laughed at your thought.

for the first time going out at a place like this it wasn't so bad. the vibes felt nice and like no one could judge you because you all we're just having fun. you wouldn't mind coming back here for a second night.

"thank you mj and ned, you guys were amazing!" the crowd erupts in applause.

"oh my god we're ne-" peter begins to say but is cut off.

"peter and y/n to the stage please."

"let's do this i guess?" you grab peter's hand and walk towards the stage.

"good luck loOoOsers!" mj and ned shout while going back to the table.

you and peter's hands still laced, you grab your microphone ready to sing and flash a wink to him.

"okay, can i just, say something crazy?" you start off.

"i love crazy."

"all my life has been a series of doors in my face! and then suddenly i bump into you.."

"i was thinking the same thing! 'cause like i've been searching my whole life to find my own place, and maybe it's the party talking or the chocolate fondue!"

"but with youuu-"

"but with you i've found my place."

“i see your face!" you look at peter with total confidence.

"and it's nothin' like i've ever known before! love is an open door!"

ned shakes his head. "they are completely oblivious if they don't notice why they're singing this song together."

"they've always been this way, might as well accept it." mj sigh laughs.

peter was about to say the next lyric, but he suddenly looked worriedly at his arm.

"i'm sorry, i-i gotta go." he then runs off the stage like he has something else better to do.

the music still was playing in the background, drowning out your thoughts. when you notice people are staring at you, you rushed off the restrooms.

"i'll go get her.." mj muttered.

and there you were, crying your eyes out sitting on the floor. not only had peter left in the middle of the duet, he also broke a promise.

"no don't cry, y/n it's okay." mj says holding out her arms to pick you up.

"i cant not cry. he p-promised mj. he said that.." you stuttered struggling to get the words out.

"i know, i know. you want me to get you out of here?"

"yes please."

mj walked out with you attached to her waist, drying your tears.

"she wants to leave early, see you later ned."

"bye guys." he waves.

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"are you sure you'll be okay all alone? i can stay for a bit if you'd like?"

"no i'm fine mj. thank you for taking me back home."

"okay, goodnight y/n."

you slightly waved to mj as she walked back to her car. as soon as you made it to your bed, you just let all your sadness drain out. you didn't want to have a karaoke night ever again, or see peter's face..

unexpectedly, you hear a knock on your window. to your suprise, it's spider man.

"hey, aren't you supposed to be saving a robbed bank or something?" you giggled under your breath.

"i just wanted someone to talk to."

"oh, then let's talk."

the whites of his mask got wide. "you seem sad, why?" he gestured to your dried tears.

"oh. um," you wiped off the remains. "i was promised something by a close friend, someone who i like actually, and they broke it."

it didn't take him long to figure out you were talking about him.

"i'm sorry that happened to you."

"it's not your fault. i should just stop being open to others.." water began to collect at the bottom of your eyes.

"look y/n, i'm so sorry."

"what? is this a prank?"

"no, i'm-"

"how do you know my name? are you a stalker?"

"no y/n listen-"

"moOom! come here!"

peter flys through the window and puts his hand over your mouth. he then webs the door shut.

"honey are you okay in there?" your mom knocks.

peter puts a finger over his mouth.

"y-yes!"

the footsteps of your mom fade away and you turn around slapping his hand away.

"okay spider boy, you better tell me why you're here or i will-"

his mask hits the back of your head.

"ouch! you idio-"

there was peter.

"peter? you're spider man? since when?"

"this was what i was trying to tell you.."

"oh."

"when i left during the song, my spidey senses went off and i had to save someone's life."

"oh." you froze in awkward silence.

"i know i should've told you about this earlier, i'm so sorry."

"you're lucky i'm not mad right now because, that's so cool!"

he looks back at you in confusion.

"so you're not mad at me?.."

"nope! you know you could've just told me, i keep secrets." you said zipping your lips.

"oh okay..only one more thing to do then."

"hmm?"

"i mean it's crazy-"

"what?"

"we finish each other's-"

"sandwiches!"

"that's what i was gonna say!" he holds his suited hand out.

"i've never met someone who thinks so much like me!" you take his hand and you both dance in the middle of your room.

"jinx! jinx again!"

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eeee! this is my first imagine and i lOoved writing it!  i literally got inspired to do this because me and my best friend were doing karaoke over a video call and it was so chaotic lmao. aNywayss, i'm so excited to do many many more of these :)

[hyunjeansjeans]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 || 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 - “𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭”

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚; 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛-𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜; 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙.

Part 1

; it was now 5 in the afternoon where the sun is starting to set down from the sky, as i look into the skies i’ve now started to see the stars that the wind talked about “see? i told you, the stars would be much more brighter. once you go to sleep and enter your dreams the universe will talk to you and tell you why your dreaming about the universe” the wind said “but how did you predict the things that would happen today?” i said “you’ll know my child” the wind then went away again, so sudden.

as time passes by the skies were so bright , you could see how amazing the stars looked in space. i then went to my room planned on sleeping early today so that i could know what these things were all about, i went to my bed closed my eyes and forced the darkness to take me to my dreams and there i have now connected to my dream. as i look around the surroundings it wasn’t the universe, it was an island and i can see clearly people gathering around there i could see 4 people gathered together, sitting in the ground and as i look closely there were things roaming around above their head and i can see sun, wind, stars, and universe.

“t-they we’re humans?! b-but...why do i only hear their voices in real life? why?” I said not knowing my voice was loud enough for them to hear “oh so your here? come and join us” the wind said “who are you guys?” as i said i could see the sun hesitated to talk the stars were shaking and as i look to universe it was calm, peaceful as it is “we’re your guardians. we have a rule to protect you at all costs, we’ve been watching over you since you were still a baby.” the universe said “y-you guys are the ones protecting me? so you mean my parents didn’t protect me?” i said stuttering “ever since the day you were born, your parents didn’t want you. the put you into an adoption center, neither the two of your parents wanted to abort you. but i was the one who protected you first,i was selected to do the mission to protect the children’s who were abandoned by their parents” the universe said

“I became a human being for a few years, and I stopped when you turned eighteen. I was now a voice in your dreams, we had a rule that once the child turns eighteen we all go back to our normal selves. we are only voices in real life but in dreams we’re real people” the universe said “s-so my life was all a lie? is that what you meant?! for all my life you hallucinated me? you acted as my parents?” i said while tears forming in my eyes “hear us out please we’ll explain it to you” the sun said “n-no I’m gonna stop here and wake up. I’m not yet ready to hear all of your stories behind my past.” I said and forced myself out of the dream. I woke up and noticed I really did cry because of my dream.

AUTHORS NOTE: So I had to reupload because of some technical difficulties AHHAHAHAHA anywayss part 3 will be uploaded sooon! 🥺❤️👉👈

[btstrashxoxox]

Fake Love pt.1

Jimin AU, 1.3K

Living in a strict environment wasn’t easy. Your parents keeping track of where you are, who you’re with constantly. Though they really didn’t have anything to worry about. You weren’t exactly one of the party types. With glasses too loose and always sliding down your face. “Why don’t you go adjust them?” often being asked. But how do you explain that you spent all the money you have on buying albums from the loves of your life and just didn’t have the money to spend on your glasses? Besides, who needs perfect glasses when you can have your group of Big Bang hotties singing their sweet, sinful melodies right into your ears, right?

Your outfits weren’t the most daring ones either; mostly consisting of a button down shirt and any pair of jeans you found in your closet that morning. Your days didn’t consist of much. Wake up early, complain about the too bright sun and the too loud, chirping birds for a few minutes while dragging yourself to the bathroom, get ready for school, spend hours going through your classes, spend time with your best friend Sun, and then finally make your way back home. Even after graduating there wasn’t much that you did. It’s just now you spent hours looking for a job. No, you weren’t the party type; you couldn’t be, with your parents on your back.

So the second you caught a job with just enough salary to provide you with your own little home with everything you need, you made a bolt for the door and escaped your parent’s house. At first it was hard. Having the constant support of your family to just disappear wasn’t something you were used to. But it didn’t matter. It’s not like you didn’t visit them every other weekend.

Having your own little apartment was great! You could leave your stuff around without having anyone mess around with it. None of your sisters there to grab one of your possessions with no promises of getting it back. Not to mention the fact that Sun who continued living with her less strict parents, was now able to come over whenever and stay for however long you wanted. Gossiping about little things, giggling through the night, and swooning over GDragon or Seungri etc. Life was great! Your gay boss was probably the coolest boss in the world. Understanding, caring, always ready to listen to your concerns, and so organized you honestly didn’t understand why he needed you as a secretary. But hey, just makes your job easier! Oh yes, life was great. And then you met him.

He was Sun’s childhood friend. Park Jimin. They were the literal corny stereotypes of childhood best friends. He was bullied and in came Sun playing his saviour. Six years old and already the bestest of friends. They grew up together, until the day Jimin’s dad got transferred back to Korea and his family had to move. The separation was heartbreaking. Friends being separated by thousands of miles after being together for years. But it was okay because they promised to keep in contact.

“We’ll skype every night! Right before we go to sleep!” and that, they did. You’ve heard tons about Jimin from Sun, though you never met him. You weren’t sure why, but you always had this image of a chubby and short kid for him. Boy, were you wrong.

It was a peaceful Sunday morning. Light shone in through the windows. Blankets sprawled on the ground where you slept. You sighed happily, looking to your left. 12 pm, perfect. Sitting up, you stretch your arms out in front of you letting out a groan of pleasure and getting rid of the knots in your back from sleeping on the floor.

“Sunnnnnnn, wake uppppp!” you reached for the girl, starting to shake her awake. “Get upp, we have a lunch reservation at 2 and we need to get to your house before then.”

She rolled over groaning, “Ughhh I hate mornings.“ You laughed and lay back down next to her.

“Trust me, I feel you.”

She sat up slowly, letting the blankets fall to her lap and rubbing her eyes awake.

“Remind me why we decided to sleep on the floor again?” She continued to groan.

You shrugged from your spot on the floor. “Something about the fun in sleeping on the ground like in camp.” You replied. “It was your idea and now my back’s ruined.”

She laughed, jumping up, gathering energy from who knows where. “That’s you and me both! OKAY, let’s go! You grab your shower and start getting dressed while I fix my shit to go back to my place, and then from there we’ll go to the resto. Come on, come on, hurry!”

You couldn’t help, but chuckle. Leave it to Sun to go from half dead to an over excited child.

You got up again giving her the thumbs up and slowly making your way to your room to take your shower; grabbing your glasses on the way.

Finally dressed and ready to leave, you both walk out your door, locking it behind you.

“Don’t take too long okay, or else we’ll end up late for the reservation.” You turned to her giving her a stern look.

“Yeah, yeah don’t worry. I won’t make us late again.”

You grinned and grabbed her arm. “Okay lass go!”

You started to make your way to Sun’s house talking about little things from here to there. The sun was shining bright and the birds were singing their songs. Little kids were running around in the fields, chasing after butterflies or their puppies. Couples walked around, hand in hand, for their lunch dates. It was a beautiful day.

Arriving at her house, Sun rang the doorbell. “Mooooommm open the dooooorrrr!” She rang it a few more times.

“Hm, you sure your parents are home?”

“They said they’d be! I didn’t even take a key with me! Mooomm, Daaad?! Hello?!”

Finally you heard footsteps coming from behind the door and then a pause. You looked at Sun confusedly, which she returned. Then the door swung open.

“SUNNY!” You heard a male voice; high pitched, but low at the same time. You whipped your head around and stared at the beauty you’ve never seen before. Orange locks sat on his head, with brown eyes twinkling like literal stars. His smile, gosh his smile. His smile went from one cheek to the other, reaching his eyes. He was on the shorter side, but still about two inches taller than you. He was gorgeous and you couldn’t help, but stare at the stranger.

“Oh my god… JIMIN!” Sun rushed towards him and pulled him into an embrace, laughing. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this, how long has it been?! Oh my god I missed you so much!”

“Too long sunny bunny, too long!”

As the two hugged, you couldn’t help, but stand there awkwardly; realizing that this is the Jimin Sun has always talked about. Nope, definitely not a short and chubby kid. Not knowing what to do, you debated either slowly walking back home, leaving the two to reunite properly, or announcing your presence. Luckily the decision was made for you.

Sun’s mother walked to the door grinning widely. “Now, now Sun, don’t forget about little (Y/N) standing there.” She took your hand in hers and smiled warmly.

“Good afternoon Mrs. Lee. How are you!” you smiled back a genuine smile. Sun’s mother had to be the sweetest woman you knew other than your own mother.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Jimin, this is (Y/N) and (Y/N) this is Jimin! You know the one I told you about!”

You looked up and made eye contact with those beautiful brown orbs and froze

“(Y/N)! Nice to meet you!” He smiled brightly, grabbing your hand for a shake.

Damn his hands were soft.

AN: Heyy!! So this is my first time writing a story! Like absolute first time and im srry if its absolute shit XD but I wanted to try writing so here I am posting this! I know this isn’t much and not much of the plot line was introduced, but this was more of an intro to the characters and ill start actually getting into the story in the next parts! Also my title sucks cuz i suck at coming up with titles :(( soo if anyone has any suggestions IM ALL EARS! As you can see im complete bts trash and jimin is my bias atm, but wen were talking about bts it changes all the time DX these boys kill me. Anywayss soo I hope you enjoy, once again im rlly sorry if its absolute crap lmaoo but like I said completely new at this so im hoping to improve as time passes! Im rlly excited to start writing and im excited for this AU which was inspired by a short dream I had hehe. Plz don’t hesitate to comment and giv me feedback! Id appreciate it a lot! THANK YOU <3