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theydjarin · 3 years

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Audio of the Hoth rescue scene from the 1983 ESB radio play, featuring some really great Han & Luke dialogue

Luke: So what’s your excuse this time? Han: ...for what? Luke: For coming out after me. I guess you can’t claim it was the money this time. Han: Well, ah. I’ll figure something out, Luke. Luke: I bet you will. 😏

Full transcript under the cut:

Han: Chewie? Hey, Chewie! You got the Falcon fixed yet? We’re getting this snowball right now before they close the shield door for the night.

Chewie: Argh?

Han: Because I’m sick of this planet, that’s why! Because Jabba’s hunting for our heads. Now warm her up and let’s raise ship.

Chewie: Aghh!

Han: WHAT?!

Chewie: Agh aghhh

Han: You took what apart?! What are you doing fine-turning the hyper drive now? Look at that mess, are you crazy?

Chewie: Ahhhhhhhhhhgghhhhhhhhhh

Han: Okay okay calm down, we still got a little while before they shut the shield door. You close up the vector guides, I’ll put the transition rig back together.

Chewie: Aghh

Han: All I want to do is get us out of here, Chewie, now put her back together the best way you can. Just so they’ll get us to our next stop.

Chewie: Aughhh

Han: Who? Her royalness? Never what she said. Remind me to tell you sometime about hob-knobbing with the other classes, it’s such fun! Oh, great, it’s just what we needed, here come the loose wiring brothers. What are you doing, Chewie? Are you a saboteur?? You think I want to spend the rest of my life here for face--

C3PO: Captain Solo--

Han: Listen, Chewie, those vector guides will do for now. Just get em back in place and tighten up the hole. I don’t want em perfect, I don’t want em pretty, I want em NOW!

C3PO: Princess Leia has been trying to get you on the comlink--

Han: Whoa whoa there. What’d you say, Threepio?

C3PO: I was attempting to draw your attention to the fact that the Princess Leia has been trying to reach you by comlink now for some consid-

Han: I turned my comlink off, I don’t want to talk to her anymore, it’s bad for my disposition.

C3PO: Indeed. Oh, well, Artoo and I are to inform you that the Princess Leia is worried about Master Luke. She doesn’t know where he is.

Han: Well, I don’t know where he is.

C3PO: Nobody knows where he is.

Han: What do you mean nobody knows? He was only a couple of minutes behind me when I rode in.

C3PO: Well you see sir--

Han: Deck officer, deck officer, come here will ya!

C3PO: Excuse me, sir, but might I inquire as to whether you intend to organize a-- mmph!

Han: Will you shut up for a sec?

Deck Officer: Sir, what can I do for you?

Han: You can tell me where Commander Skywalker is.

Deck Officer: I haven’t seen him. Is that droid malfunctioning, sir?

Han: Not anymore than usual.

Deck Officer: Then why are you holding your hand over its vocal swath?

Han: He’s got a cough. Now what about Luke?

Deck Officer: Commander Skywalker hasn’t come through the main shield door, it’s possible he came in through the south entrance.

Han: It’s possible? It’s possible? Why don’t you just go find out whether it really happened, huh?

Deck Officer: Very well, Captain, as soon as I get the rest of your--

Han: It’s getting dark out there, friend, and cold, in case you didn’t notice.

Deck Officer: I’m aware of that. I joined up with the rebels because I notice things. I’ll go and check on the Commander at once.

Han: Okay, yeah yeah, look, hey, thanks, pal.

R2D2: [angry beeping]

Han: Huh? Oh, sure, Artoo. Sorry, Threepio.

C3PO: Thank you, Captain Solo. Although there was really no need for that, I’m sure. And might I now inquire what has happened to Master Luke.

Han: Well you just go ahead and inquire all you like, Threepio, it never does any good around this deep freeze.

C3PO: Well!

Han: Seal her up, Chewie, I’ll be right back.

C3PO: Really, Artoo, have you ever met such an impossible man? Come along, let’s find the Princess Leia and tell her what’s happened. This is what we get for allowing Master Luke go off on his own, without us to look after him.

Chewie: Aghh ahhhg!

C3PO: Yes, Chewbacca, of course we shall keep you informed of any new developments. Between ourselves, Artoo, I think Master Luke is in considerable danger.

[scene break]

Han: What’d you find out? Where is he?

Deck Officer: Sir, Commander Skywalker hasn’t come in the south entrance either. No one’s heard from him since his last communication check with you.

Han: Well he was clear up on the ridge line then!

Deck Officer: He might’ve forgotten to check in.

Han: Luke? No, where he grew up, people learn to be careful. I’m going looking for him.

Deck Officer: But Captain Solo!

Han: Have the techs got those snow speeders working? I’d use the Falcon but she’s on downtime right now.

Deck Officer: The snow speeders aren’t ready yet. We’ve been having all kinds of trouble adapting them to the cold. The techs are running up a bunch of replacement parts, they should be ready by morning.

Han: Well, morning ain’t likely to do Commander Skywalker very much good, is it? Isn’t there anything in this whole base that’ll fly?

Deck Officer: Nothing that can handle a Hoth blizzard, sir. Those winds would smash you down before you got halfway--

Han: Alright, alright, forget it, I’ll have to ride out and look for him on a tauntaun. Come on, move it, we haven’t got much time.

Deck Officer: Captain Solo! General Riken gave orders no one’s to leave the base!

Han: This one over here will have to do, it’s still saddled.

Deck Officer: Captain Solo!

Han: Tell the command center that I’ll keep in touch with them over comlink band alpha.

Deck Officer: Sir! General Riken doesn’t want anyone leaving the base!

Han: Lieutenant.

Deck Officer: Sir.

Han: Lieutenant. What did you just call me?

Deck Officer: Sir?

Han: Right. Now get outta my way.

Deck Officer: But the temperature’s dropping too rapidly. Even a tauntaun couldn’t survive for long!

Han: Yeah, my friend’s out there someplace, and I’m giving you a direct order to make it easy for ya, so don’t waste my time!

Deck Officer: I’m afraid I can’t let you do this, Captain Solo! I have my standing orders.

Han: Lieutenant, have you ever seen my first mate? ‘bout, uh, three times your size, covered in fur, got a bad temper?

Deck Officer: Everybody in the base knows Chewbacca, sir.

Han: Uh huh. Well if you or anybody else tries to stop me from riding that tauntaun outta here, Chewie’s gonna take it real bad.

Deck Officer: But General Riken has clearly instructed me that no one--

Han: Do you think General Riken wants a quarter of a ton of roaring mad Wookie running around this base?

Deck Officer: I’m reasonably certain that he doesn’t, sir.

Han: Smart boy. Now, stand aside!

Deck Officer: I’m trying to save your life! Your tauntaun will freeze before you reach the first marker. Even with an insulated suit, if you’re on foot out there, you’re dead.

Han: THEN I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL! Hyah!

[scene break]

Luke: Ughhh. Ughhhhhh. Dagobah. Dagobah!

Han: Luke!

Luke: What?

Han: Luke!

Luke: Ben?

Han: Luke! Whoa, girl, whoa, hold on. Luke! Speak to me, kid. Here, come on, sit up.

Luke: Ben? Han? Han!

Han: Yeah, it’s me, kid, it’s me.

Luke: It’s cold. Han. So cold. I’m warmer.

Han: Warmer? No, Luke, that means you’re freezing. Fight it, come on! Don’t go to sleep on me. Don’t do this to me, Luke. Come on, give me a sign here. Luke. Stay with me. Stay with me, kid.

Tauntaun: [death noises]

Han: Oh no, girl, don’t you give me problems too. The tauntaun’s dead, Luke. Where’s your lightsaber. I need it.

Luke: Ben! Yoda--

Han: There’s not much time. There’s only one way to keep you warm until I get the emergency shelter. [lightsaber zuup] I’m sorry about this, old girl. Okay, Luke, I’m going to have to shove you inside the carcass.

Luke: Dagobah!

Han: This may smell bad, kid, but it’ll keep you alive until I can get the shelter built. And I thought these tauntauns smelled bad on the outside.

[scene break]

Han: Hold still, Luke, I gotta give you a stim shot. There, that oughta take hold and bring you around in a second or two. This is Solo to base. Solo to base. Command center, I don’t know if you can read me, but I’ve got Luke. He’s alive but my tauntaun’s down for good. We’re in an emergency shelter. Do you copy? The storm’s kicking up pretty bad. I don’t know if this hut can take it. Just come for us as soon as you can. I’ve got the homing beacon on. Do your best for us, you guys.

Luke: Han...

Han: Lay quiet, Luke. Come on, there’s not much room in here.

Luke: Han, I can’t see!

Han: You’re snowblind, Luke, but it’ll pass. We’ll get you taken care of soon, I promise. And keep that thermal wrapped around you, we gotta warm you up a little at a time.

Luke: Han... it would be you. How’d you find me?

Han: Snoozing in the snow, that’s how I found you.

Luke: Nice going. You have some sense of timing is all. Where are we?

Han: Emergency shelter. North side of the glacier field.

Luke: You think this thing’s gonna hold up?

Han: Well. I’m sort of hoping for the best, buddy.

Luke: We sure picked a great time to field test it, huh?

Han: Haha, yeah, perfect. How ya feeling?

Luke: Oh... terrific. Why don’t we go outside and get some calisthenics in before it gets too dark?

Han: Sure. Heh. We could always play some tag.

Luke: Hehe. Oh... How’d you get out here?

Han: Tauntaun. There wasn’t any other way. She didn’t make it, though.

Luke: So we’re here til the weather breaks.

Han: Yeah, that’s about it.

Luke: I can’t feel my legs. I’m numb!

Han: You’re gonna be okay. There’s not a lot more I can do for you with a medikit. But they’ll put you through nerve therapy and float you in a regenerative tank and you’ll be as good as new.

Luke: Too bad the nearest one’s a couple kilometers away through a blizzard-

Han: No more talking like that. You’re gonna make it, ya hear? What happened to your face? You look like you walked into a rotor blade.

Luke: Oh. It’s a wampa. Ice creature jumped me on the ridge and killed my tauntaun.

Han: How very rude! as Threepio would say. I hope you killed it right back.

Luke: Well, it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Whew. What smells so bad in here?

Han: Hehehe. You. You spent a little time inside my tauntaun while I was having a house raising party.

Luke: Well I guess you can cancel all my social engagements for the evening. So what’s your excuse this time?

Han: Huh? …for what?

Luke: For coming out after me. I guess you can’t claim it was the money this time.

Han: Well, ah. I’ll figure something out, Luke.

Luke: I bet you will. 😏

Han: This hut’s gonna hold, Luke, and you’re gonna make it.

Luke: I only wish I could’ve seen Leia. Said goodbye one last time.

Han: I got an idea, pal. Why don’t you just settle down and relax, and tomorrow you can say hello to her instead.

#han solo #luke skywalker #skysolo #star wars #empire strikes back #hanluke #i couldn't find this on tumblr so thought i'd upload it #love the role reversal of han being optimistic and luke being skeptical #and han being So Soft with luke #i might try to do a transcript this weekend!!

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Neo Got My Back (Jaehyun x reader)

a/n : a domestic Jaehyun fluff scenario!

enjoy! you all deserve a ( good bed time) story.. though I hope this is good enough..

warning : mentions of past incident of almost dying but nah you lived :D, some slight cursing

tagging @yutahoes who might like this domestic jaehyun and ofc @neopalette

--- here goes nothing ----

It’s starting to get dark outside and your house still feels empty. You walk around the small room holding your phone while checking if there is any new message or a call. It’s been a long day for you to finish your works and take care of your dog that’s feeling a bit under the weather. You give up waiting for a reply and choose to just leave your phone and take care of your sick dog.

“Neo, come here.” You make yourself comfortable on the floor and pat your lap as the small Labrador walks slowly to you.

“Aw look at you, you’re still sick but feeling better?” you ask when the good boy wags its tail

“Are you excited to meet daddy?” you coo at your pal and he licks your cheek. You giggle and kiss him back “I also miss Jaehyun, don’t worry he is coming home tonight.”

Your dog seems to understand what you said, maybe its because he heard Jaehyun and home in one sentence and your tone sounds happy. If you are happy, then Neo is happy.

“Let’s try to eat some more, you’re not eating as much as usual and I don’t find that settling.” You reach on the dog food you’ve prepared before hand and try to feed Neo.

He eats, but without much energy. You’re sad actually to see him acting like this, at night he also whimpers some soft painful growl. You’re planning to take him to the vet if he’s whimpering again tonight.

“Are you sick or are you just acting up to see Jaehyun?” you tease your Labrador, who once were caught acting sick just to bring Jaehyun home. Jaehyun loves Neo to the point where he is willing to drop his business to come and hug this good boy. Maybe it’s because Neo once saved your life.

You told Jaehyun about the story where Neo saved you from almost drowning in the beach when you were a teenager. Since then, Jaehyun’s love to Neo sort of jumps over the moon. He said he ought Neo everything because thanks to Neo he got to meet you.

Your dog finishes his dinner and proceed to lay on his bed to sleep, maybe he is not feeling well. You put your worry aside and grab your phone again, checking if Jaehyun actually replied your message or called you.

Nothing. No messages, no calls. He must be busy in the office, you thought to yourself. Trying your best to stay calm and think of positive things. You trust Jaehyun, he won’t be home late for any other reasons other than caught up with work or stuck in the road.

Jaehyun sighs and glances on his watch again. It’s already one hour past his regular go home time and his phone battery died the moment he was about to tell you he will be home late.

Well the project he is working on this month has a change on the product launching date, so the team has to rush things up and make sure they’re ready for the launching next week.

His attempt to stay calm with tuning into his favorite radio channel fails. Not even his music playlist can calm him down. He knows you’re probably worried something bad happens to him without news or update from him to you and that is not settling in his heart.

“I am so sorrryyyy..” he mutters to himself when he sees the red lights and rows of cars all crawling in the night street. Why must the road be congested today?

He made it into your neighborhood and at that moment he realized something.

“Shit, I forgot to download the Netflix movie she wanted to watch.” Jaehyun internally curses himself. Works really preoccupied his mind to the point where he forgot. Well he hopes you won’t be mad and just let him download it for awhile to avoid pauses.

The lift ride to your room is not helping. With the lift keeps on stopping on different floor, he has to hold his patience and not cry in there when the door once again opens and he’s still halfway to your floor.

The man with a nice fitted suit finally steps out of the crowded lift. His face shows how tired he is, but the smile he has in his face upon imagining the face of his lover and faithful pal is bright enough.

Jaehyun takes a deep breath when he presses the six-digit combination lock to your home and once he presses the handle down, all of his exhaustion seems to leave his shoulder.

The familiar scent of your favorite aroma therapy candle greets him. Slowly Jaehyun takes off his shoes and when he did not see you or get a surprising jump from you, he knows you’re probably in your room doing works or maybe playing with Neo.

His steps resonate through the room, first the kitchen looks bright with a nice simple dinner nicely arranged on the table. Though it’s no longer steaming, Jaehyun can feel his stomach rumbles.

“(Y/n)?” he calls your name slowly after putting his working bag and suit aside. His hand unties his tie as he uncuffs his buttons and walk to look for you.

“Oh you’re asleep?” he talks to himself in whispers when he finds you laying down sleeping on the sofa with Neo cuddled next to you, despite the lack of space!

Gently he tucks your hair aside from your face and leans in to kiss your forehead. “Sorry for being home late.”

You twist in your sleep and slowly open your eyes. Blinking your sleep away and gathering your energy to process what is this. Is this a dream or is this Jaehyun?

Your hand reach out to touch his cheeks and when you feel it you smile. “Hello love,” you yawn and hug his torso.

“I haven’t showered or changed.” he runs a hand on your hair and the other free hand is already rubbing Neo’s chin.

“It’s okay, you can shower later.” You mumble as you bury your face into his torso.

“Have you eaten?” you ask, definitely knowing he hasn’t eaten yet.

He nods “I am hungry.”

“I can heat the food for you. Take a bath quick.” You push him to the toilet. He laughs and ruffles your hair before leaving to take his towel and clothes.

You bring Neo with you to the kitchen, and start to heat the food again.

Seeing Jaehyun still try his best to smile in front of you despite his stress and tiring job, makes you feel grateful and that the only way you can pay him back is by giving him the attention and cares he deserves.

He returns with a brighter face and a comfortable tee shirt and sweats. You’re done with heating the foods and so you join him sitting on the other end of the table as you scoop him some foods into his plate.

“Thank you, you cooked this?” he asks while taking small bites on the foods. Knowing his best to not expect too much when you are a terrible cook.

You bite your lips “I tried a receipt from Taeyong’s website.” You look up at him with expectations, couldn’t be that bad right? You’ve been practicing for a while. Jaehyun nods and eats more “I guess you improved?” he chuckles when you let out a delightful clap

“I am glad!” you grin. “I am ready to be your housewife.” You tease him.

He giggles and reaches out for more kimchi “Who made this kimchi? So good.”

You roll your eyes “Mom.”

“Ah, learn from her first to make this good kimchi, then you can marry me.” He playfully pokes your cheek and you pout at him “You hold your words. If I succeed making that kimchi, you’re marrying me.”

He flashes his ring finger to you, the one with a couple promise ring he has with you and winks “I am more than ready to change this ring into a diamond one.”

You blush “Keep your words okay. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He nods “I am. I am going to keep my words. Right Neo? You are our witness.”

The dog barks and stays under the table accompanying the warm night both of you spend together.

“About not replying to your text, I am sorry my phone died, and I don’t bring my charger with me today.” He brushes his hair away from his eyes.

You nod “I knew it, you and your hobby of running out of batteries. I’m just afraid something bad happens.”

“No, don’t worry. It’s just we had to take over time to finish a project for next week. Sorry to keep you waiting.” He raises from the chair and brings his plates to the dish.

You quickly keep the remaining foods into the refrigerator while Jaehyun takes the gloves and starts to wash the sink.

“Ow poor you, did you finish it? Things are okay?” you lean on the counter next to him.

“Yes, I can go home because I finished my parts.”

“Good then,” you pat his shoulder “You must be tired, let’s-“

He cuts you in “About Netflix-“ he takes a sharp pause “I am so sorry we have to postpone watching A Whisker Away, I haven’t downloaded it yet.”

You smile and rubs his shoulder “Don’t worry, the film is not going to disappear! Let’s rest instead. You had a long day and I want to cuddle with you.”

Jaehyun smiles and jumps into your side, he hugs you and pulls the cover over you both “Okay, cuddle it is then! Come here, let me hug you until you beg me to stop.” He peppers you with raspberry kisses on your neck and arm and you giggle loudly.

“love you Jae!” you kiss him quick to which the other man smiles and kisses you back “And I love you most.”

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jamestrmtx · 3 years

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Thirteen | Waterfall (Part 1 of 4)

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Alternate Chapter Title: “Hey, (mami/papi) - Part Two”, or “Sans acts like a Latin American f*ckboy - The Sequel”

• • •

"Where're you going?"

Frisk's voice activates an unregistered fight or flight response in you, and by that it means their voice makes you hide what you're doing like a closeted person would do with their phone when scrolling through gay stuff near their friends and family.

You stop halfway through getting dressed up and assess your situation before giving them an answer. Between the iron left next to your once wrinkled, button-up shirt and a bottle of (perfume/cologne) held up in your hand, finding an explanation as to why you're putting more effort than usual into something for your own, personal benefit is hard to do. "I'm going grocery shopping." Your words come out rushed, not wanting to be caught in a lie. "And then I'm going to meet with a friend."

"Is… Is it a date?"

Their bluntness makes you delay on a response.

"No," you say, words weighted down by guilt. "We'll just be hanging out like normal."

Giving up, Frisk glances at your phone and smiles when a few notifications show up on screen. "Is it Sans?" they ask again, now confident.

You try not to let your gaze widen and ignore the way your heart's already racing. "...How did you know?"

"You admitted it just now!" they exclaim, pointing a finger at you. "You're just like him." An angry look falls on their face and their arms cross with each other. "What are you trying to hide now?" They huff. "You're keeping things secret from me again!"

"I'm not hiding anything, honey." You scrunch your nose and bring a hand to your forehead, tension eating it up.

You sit next to Frisk in bed and grab them by the shoulders right as you continue with, "He just…" You think about why exactly this is a thing, until you're reminded by the 'buy me dinner first' joke you made the day of the blackout. "He only invited me over to his place for dinner. I don't even see him as a friend, so I… I really don't think him as my boyfriend would be any closer, either." You catch your breath and prepare yourself to keep going. "I mean it when I say we'll just be hanging out." When you see Frisk keep quiet, you hold their shoulders tighter and try to get them to face you. "Are you worried about me?" you ask, going further back in your memories to the day Sans had seen you and Frisk dancing. "Sans, he... He told me about what you were feeling guilty over."

They freeze under your touch. A faint, concerned frown displays itself on their mouth, one they try to fight off. "And what did he say?"

Their voice is too quiet for your liking. It feels like you're threading a needle now -- except the needle is a syringe filled with sour truths and that failing to aim at your target would result in serious consequences. You have to take all possible perspectives into account: from your own, to Frisk's, to Jerry's, and every other viewpoints related to the situation. Completely adhering to one would either make you seem too self-absorbed, too lenient, too forgiving, or something else entirely.

You pass a hand through their hair and brush their bangs off their face. From there, you press a quick kiss to their forehead, allowing them to relax for a brief moment. "That you felt guilty about all this stuff going on with Jerry and me, and that it was one of the reasons why you ran away before falling to the Underground." Frisk holds you tighter, shivers, and presses their face against your chest, staying there while you talk. "He... also said you still felt bad over the last time you ran away, and over those calls I was getting from Jerry before he came over to visit Toriel's last week." You let go of Frisk, wanting them to face you. "You shouldn't feel guilty about any of that stuff, dear," you add, placing a hand on their head. "We broke up when you were way younger, and in the end, it was… It was a choice we both agreed on."

"But why did you agree?"

You don't want to answer, though judging by how close they are to tearing up, you check the time to make sure you have some left to talk a little more.

4:30 p.m.

Sans would be arriving in half an hour, and while you're almost done getting dressed up and ready to leave, your current situation makes you wish for him to be here already.

You try not to let the situation get to you; the reminder that you've left the iron on and that you still have some stuff left to do helps with that. "He..." You stall for time, far from ready to be direct with Frisk about anything related to the past. "He said he didn't feel responsible enough to look after you sometime after you were (born/adopted), but..." A headache makes you stop for a second. Tension weighs down on your shoulders, and you can feel your hands grow sweaty, a product of anxiety. "But he still came to visit twice every week until you were four. He just... wasn't ready for this, in the end."

"And now he only visits on Christmas!"

"Lower your voice," you say, words stern. "Didn't you talk with him last time? He's trying to change now."

"Yeah, but he's still being a real butt about it. I... I couldn't get anywhere with him always saying mean stuff about other people!"

You frown and quirk a brow. "I highly doubt that's all of it, even if he is that way sometimes." You sigh and try to find a way around this, only to fail with each thought that comes to mind. "It's fine if you don't trust him yet, but it's not right to-"

Frisk stands up, hands fists and feet stomping against old, creaky floorboards. A glare's present on their face, meant more at who they exclaimed about rather than at you. "He only came over last week to see who my new friends were. He... He doesn't even check up on me anymore, but then… But then he still called you all those times ju- just to say me falling down was all your fault!"

You look at Frisk in the eyes and give it your best not to frown again. "How do you know that?" It's a stupid question taking into consideration how persistent they can be over certain situations, and even more knowing they had a talk with Sans about it before having him reveal this to you himself.

"You got sad every time Jerry called, and I heard him saying it was your fault one time. But… But when I asked Sans about it, he said it wasn't something I had to worry about!"

"And that's because it's true. None of this is your fault, and none of this is stuff you should be worrying about."

"By you're my (mom/dad)!" they shout, voice breaking. "Do you- Do you really expect me not to care? Maybe Jerry visits me sometimes, but you're always here. I can't just ignore you!"

"You're not ignoring me, honey. This is something only I can deal with."

"That's what Sans said!" Frisk sounds a level or two beyond exasperated by now; as a consequence, you make it your mission not to worsen the situation by telling them to calm down while you do the same. You take a tissue and clean the sadness away from their face, though it continues to pour down no matter how many times you do it. "If… If I made it safe and with new friends out of the Underground, how come I can't help you with this kind of stuff?"

You try to find peace of mind, a challenge too big for you to take without having energy drained from your body. "Just like you made your journey through the Underground, this is part of my own journey -- I don't need your help to overcome it. Simply you being here by my side is enough."

Frisk softens up and pulls you into a hug. They murmur something against you, though you can barely hear it with how hushed they are about it. "What?" you ask, not quite catching their words.

"So… So none of this is my fault?"

You hide their face against your neck and hug them back, twice as tight. Then, you shake your head and pull them closer, kissing their cheek in the process. "Of course it's not. The first time you ran away, you were only four, and it was all because your father and I were arguing way too much about something stupid." You stop, eyes stinging with pent-up tears. "If anyone's guilty here, I think it's him and me."

The alarm on your phone rings, signaling for you to make your last arrangements before leaving off to Sans's home.

You let go of Frisk and pat their head; they smile at that, giggling when you poke their waist and tickle their sides. "I have to finish getting ready now." You turn your back to them as you make way to the dresser. Once there, you list and organize what you plan to bring with you as a 'just in case' and fix the few tear marks on your face, wanting to leave things in order as well as look your best. Though it feels silly to be preparing so much for something so simple, it provides enough reassurance for you not to back away from this at the very last minute.

You look at Frisk when you're done and see them smile when they catch you staring.

"I should be back by eight," you say, smiling back at them. "Are you really sure you're okay being left with Undyne?"

Frisk nods. "As long as she's not cooking, the house is safe!"

"Well, lucky for you, food's already waiting at the stove." You chuckle and gather your keys, wallet, gum, and pretty much every other thing you can think of inside your bag.

While you're not sure why you're nervous over meeting the skeleton at his home, being well-prepared for the occasion makes it easier for your mind to rest. Truthfully, the night at Toriel's and the motorcycle ride the day after had helped you ease in more with Sans by your side, though that still didn't mean you weren't wary around him. You check your phone when hearing it ring again, but with a different tone this time -- messages rather than an alarm, a call, or a calendar event.

i'll be there in 15 mins.

i'm already in your neighborhood, but i stopped to go look for somethin'.

you ready, pal?

I think so.

nice.

i wanna show ya somethin' before we get to my place.

Care to elaborate over what is that 'something'?

take it i'm still a stranger to you?

Somewhat.

What do you want to show me?

there's a place that sells sweets nearby.

i'm kinda there right now, just passin' by.

saw the line, and it turns out it's the new pâtisserie thing that opened up last week.

it's makin' muffet's bakery some good competition, so i went to check it out.

what kinda sweets do you like?

Well…

I don't know what's your plan, but...

I guess (f/d)'s pretty good.

then we'll go buy some there together first.

on me.

What's your plan, Sans?

Are you trying to make this a date?

You know what I said was a joke, so there's really no need for you to do this.

not really.

unless you consider it that way, i'm fine with finally gettin' the chance for us to be friends fo' realsies.

and i know you were jokin' around, but i like takin' opportunities when i see 'em.

You put the phone down and back away, needing a moment to take in the weight of the monster's words. While you're not sure if he truly means them or not, you can't avoid taking them into consideration. You want to ask why he wants you to be his friend, yet by the time you pick up the phone again, there's already another message up on screen.

i'm here.

Your eyebrows furrow at that message while your hand scrolls to see just how much time passed since he sent his previous one. It's a ten-minute interval between them both, making you question why you'd taken so long to find an answer. You leave your bedroom and rush off to the living room, already hearing the motorcycle from afar. Behind you, Frisk sits by the couch, eyes following your movements like a cat after laser's light.

"I mean it," you say, facing them. "It's not a date."

Frisk grins, props their elbows over the armrest, and rests their chin on top of their hands. They then let go of that pose, sit up straighter, and reply with, "Then why did you both bother dressing up?"

Their comment makes you look back outside to see the driver, focusing on him rather than on the vehicle he's in. His trademark jacket's gone for today, and a casual polo replaces his usual, plain t-shirt. When he takes off his helmet, you look away, feeling caught. "Friends dress up to go out. It's really nothing big, dear." You take out your phone when you hear it ring again. Another message shows through, this time by a different sender.

Made it, finally!!

It's Undyne.

Before you can reply, a few more messages pop up, her typing speed deemed worthy of a challenge.

And is that Sans outside??

I knew it. ;3c

You laugh at the sight of her last message. The little face at the end is a surprise to see with the serious image you have of her, so you associate her use of it with Alphys. With her being the one most likely to send messages like those, it's not so far-fetched of a possibility for her to be influencing Undyne in her texting style.

So THAT'S why.

If that's the case, take all the time you need, (Y/N).

I'll cover for you until the end of your date, so no worries!

Who says it's a date?

I do.

You're going over to *his* place, eating dinner made by *him*, and it's just the two of you!

What else can it be?

A friendly way of getting to know the person responsible for judging people at the Underground.

Who was also a sentry for Asgore.

And who's still a stranger to me.

That's it.

Well, geez!

You're no fun.

For now, I don't intend to be.

Again, thank you for looking after Frisk, but…

I still can't overlook what happened down there while I wasn't around for them.

Looking after them right now is the only way I can at least apologize to them for what I've done.

What do you mean?

Did something happen??

No.

I just wasn't there for Frisk when they needed me the most.

So now I can only try to redeem myself by being more strict than I've ever been.

And that includes not taking whatever this hangout thing with Sans is as a date.

So, what I'm getting at here is…

You'd *like* it to be a date??

Maybe.

I mean, I haven't dated anyone in around 6 years, so…

...Yeah.

A strong maybe.

>:3c

I see.

Please don't get any ideas, Undyne.

I really mean it when I say dating's not in my plans.

Well...

I can't promise I won't.

But I'll try. ;)

You sigh, lock the phone, and put it back away in your bag. You check yourself out in a mirror before leaving and open the door slowly, cautious of those waiting outside. Undyne's waiting by the front yard already while Sans is parked near the sidewalk, the former who grins wide at the sight of you.

"Ready to go out?" Undyne asks, grin growing. "Have fun, you two!"

Everything's fine up until you see which car she's gotten down from and who the driver is.

Papyrus.

Just as you're done adjusting to the idea of having dinner with Sans, doubts over being left alone with him surface.

Undyne's message about it being 'just the two of you' makes more sense now, and realizing you're far denser than cake with over-mixed batter doesn't help much with that, either.

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leerongrong · 4 years

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of princesses and amortentia.

Pairing: Lee Jeno x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: In which you’re Slytherin’s princess and you get paired up with Gryffindor’s golden boy, Lee Jeno, for potions class. [Hogwarts AU]

Requested: yes!! Can I ask for a promt pleasee. 2. 2. 2/5/19/38 The boy is up for your choice, thank you ♥️♥️

Note: @neoculturalshit i stressed over this for 2 days ahgshash. i present to you, for her highness’ late birthday gift ♡ also yes, this time both nana and hyuck make an appearance,, dont drag me for it😤

Cracking fire with mixed in enchantment spells are the main sounds coming from the common room while hallways are silent, littered with nothing but the sounds of Madam Filtch’s meowing cat. The courtyard is filled to the brim with spectators from all houses, suspense in the air as two houses battle against each other for victory.

Slytherin is up against Gryffindor today. The final match of the season being the spectacle for other students to watch, rooting for their houses and making bets on who would win while you’re prancing in the Slytherin chamber, hands wrapped so tightly around your wand it would break. Your brother, Jaemin, is slumped on the couch, eyes following you with a smirk painted on his lips. He’s in nothing but his common clothes, having ditched all his classes for the day in favor of “very important work,” which so happens to be sleeping on the couch while listening to the venomous words dripping down your lips.

”Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit. Fuck.”

“Ooh, careful princess.” Jaemin’s words are playfully sweet in contrast to the deep voice he has, the thing that has all of Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors alike down on their knees for him, his infamous charms even rivaling that of his parseltongue. “You’re going to put me and our great, great, great grandpa Salazar Slytherin to shame.”

“Besides,“ Jaemin fake pouts, “Shouldn’t princesses be sweet, charming and dignified? I expect the same from Slytherin’s own princess.”

Spells come flying out from your wands onto each other, harmless enough to not put you into too much trouble yet scorching when one hits the skin. The screams from outside are hard to ignore and one rattles your concentration, a rogue spell barreling towards Jaemin, one which he happens to avoid just in time for it to only burn of a bit of his hair. Fireworks go off in the air as you turn your head to see Gryffindor’s star quidditch player, Lee Jeno, with a Golden Snitch in his hand.

“You should’ve played.“ You scoff at Jaemin when you see the boy with a mischievous smile on his face, hands flying to the back of his head, a satisfying smack coming from it when your palm lands on its target. “We would’ve won if Slytherin’s ‘star player’ had played.”

Your eyes are back on the field, teeth clenching when you catch sight of Jeno, the boy smiling and being tossed into the air by his team while they celebrate a win. Lee Jeno is Gryffindor’s golden boy, a direct descendant from one of the most brilliant wizards of the time, Godric Gryffindor. You’ve never met the boy in person but from the start of the school year, people have put you and his friend circles against each other, causing a natural brewing competitiveness and although you’d never say it out loud, you wondered what it would be like to be friends with them.

Lee Jeno’s circle of friends are those of an odd pack; with Mark lee, the naturally clumsy but brave senior. Huang Renjun, the hot headed and fire spitting dragon trainer and Park Jisung, the shy but incredibly talented quidditch junior who’s expected to take over for Jeno. Then comes Lee Jeno himself, excelling at charms, potions, ancient runes, and especially, quidditch. Talents clear as day as he does have Gryffindor’s blood running in his veins.

Then there’s you and Jaemin. Slytherin’s prince and princess, named after your ancestor and for the blood that is running in your veins. All your life, you’ve been branded as special and different, your parents strictly raising you both to be valued heirs of your family, something you nor Jaemin wanted. Even from the start of your year, the two of you had been famous, other Slytherins coming to tag for a spot in your circle, until Lee Donghyuck came in. Cunning, Quick witted, Resourceful and very talented in Dark Arts, the epitome of what a Slytherin truly is.

“You good for nothing, always looking for trouble- Na Jaemin!”

The roaring crowds from outside fades into the background when the room’s gigantic double gates burst open to reveal a steaming Donghyuck with his hands still wrapped around his broomstick, a sign he came running over after the game finished.

“What’s up, pal?” Jaemin’s hands are raised in mock defeat the moment Donghyuck grabs him by his collar, a scream pulled out of his throat when Donghyuck raises his broomstick and whacks Jaemin’s head with it. It’s always a pleasure to watch the two quarrel, something that always brings a smile to your face ever since the two first met. The bond the three of you have is unique, something you didn’t think you’d find in Hogwarts.

“You have the emotional capacity of a brick!” Donghyuck is sheeting, his normally tidy uniform is a wreck and his hair looks windswept from his previous game. “I told you to be there for the game! And what do you do? Laze around in the common room instead?”

“Hyuckie, I need you to calm down.” You’re smiling as you see him take deep breaths, joining in with him to shake off your own ongoing nerves. “That’s much better.”

The moment the words leave your lips, Donghyuck is smiling back at you, pulling in to give you a hug. Somewhere behind you a gagging is heard and you’re rolling your eyes, hands grabbing at the broomstick still in Donghyuck’s hand and swinging it at Jaemin’s head, glaring when he ducks from the blow.

“Is there a reason my favorite set of siblings didn’t come to watch me play?”

Donghyuck is swinging his feet over the couch, planting himself in the corner whilst Jaemin sits down at the other side of the couch, creating a space in the middle just enough for you to fit in between the two. “Did you have another date with that Hufflepuff girl, Jaems?”

“She was cute, “ Jaemin shrugs, “But I think I would rather eat expired spam.”

“Ha!” You’re halfway to sitting down when Donghyuck raises a finger to point at Jaemin, successfully hitting your cheek in the process of it. The glare you send does nothing to him, the boy throwing an arm around your shoulder while still focused on humiliating your brother, “Suck on that! You aren’t as attractive as you thought, huh?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jaemin’s waving his hand in the air for a moment, before he’s pointing his finger at you, redirecting all of Donghyuck’s attention onto you. “Besides, you should be more interested in our own princess’ date.”

“A date, as in where two people get together to get to know each other, to see if they’re compatible?” Donghyuck frowns, “Since when have you been interested in boys?”

“Jaemin,” You groan, “Partnering up with Jeno for potions isn’t a date.”

“Jeno? As in Lee Jeno!?” Donghyuck’s scream catches the attention of multiple people coming into the room after watching the match, some looking at you peculiarly while others don’t even spare a glance. It hasn’t even reached midday and you’re already tired from all the drama your two friends are causing, wishing the day would come to an end soon.

“The professor just wanted us to pair up because we’re the only ones who could rival each other.” You glare at Jaemin. “Not because he wants us to go on a date.”

Hushed whispers cut off the flow of conversation, some students cocking their heads to the door while you could feel the other bunch have their eyes on you. Both Jaemin and Donghyuck are craning their necks over multiple heads and Donghyuck’s the first one to come back to his original position, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face which is duplicated by Jaemin. “Well princess, I think it’s time to leave. Your prince charming has arrived.”

A Gryffindor peeking his head into the Slytherin common room isn’t a usual sight to see and you, yourself wouldn’t believe it if you weren’t seeing it with your own eyes, especially if said Gryffindor in question is golden boy, Lee Jeno himself. You’re watching with peek curiosity as Jeno peeks inside the room, his eyes darting everywhere as if he’s searching for someone. You have to admit that it would take bravery only a Gryffindor possesses, after all it would scare the living daylights out of anyone else but him.

His eyes narrow in on you and you’re checking if he’s staring at anyone else until a smile pops on his face and he’s screaming your name for everyone to hear. Gasps and murmurs break out but are silenced, not even seconds later, when Donghyuck lets out a laugh, his voice echoing through the otherwise silent room. Your brother nods his head to Jeno’s direction, a smirk resting on his face as you get up to meet Jeno. The fast steps you take are enough to reach him in a few seconds and the ongoing watchers disappear with a look from you, leaving you and Jeno with some privacy, except from your brother and friend.

“Lee Jeno, what a surprise.” You force out a smile, “A pleasure to see you, of course. But may I ask, what in Slytherin’s name are you doing here?”

Your nose scrunches when Jeno lifts his hand to scratch at the back of his neck. Lee Jeno smells of sweat, grass and a little bit of catnip, something you find odd since for all the years you’ve been in Hogwarts, you’ve never seen catnip grow anywhere near. Lee Jeno is everything you’ve heard of him to be; muscular, tall and looks as if he belongs on the field.

‘I never knew he would be this cute up close.’

A head shake dissipates all your thoughts, choosing to focus solely on the boy in front of you, who seems to be in a world of his own. Patience is not something you have, annoyance starting to bite at the back of your neck like a three headed snake. “Well?”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry.” Jeno’s ears are painted with a shade of red, cheeks in a similar condition. “I thought we could revise a bit before potions. Since the professor has high expectations on us and all.”

You’re pondering for a moment, listing off all the things you needed to do by tonight, ears pricking up when the sound of Jaemin’s laughter fills the room behind you. You decide that as much as you would enjoy working on ancient runes with Jaemin, you’d enjoy working on poyions a little bit more.

“Sure,” You nodded, “Lead the way.”

“So are you sure we can use this place?” Jeno’s pace is a bit too quick for you to handle, forcing you to take bigger and quicker steps so that you’re walking side by side with each other. In the short amount of time you walked with Jeno, you realized he’s not one to speak. He prefers to keep quiet and let you do all the talking, he spews out a few questions here and there to keep the conversation going, and you suppose it’s a good difference than when you’re with Donghyuck and Jaemin.

“Yes, I asked professor Slughorn beforehand if you’re worried.”

The air is silent for a while, both you and Jeno hard at work on collecting the few necessities for your potion, with Jeno grabbing the books by the professor’s desk and you collecting the herbs to brew. The potions room is nothing special, decked out with chairs and tables in the middle for students to experiment on, a brewing pot stacked on each and every one of those desks. “So what’re we making?”

“Amortentia.” Jeno looks almost different in the dim light, almost as if he’s a different person than the one you’ve seen all these years. The way his arm moves as he’s stirring the potion, the way he’s squinting his eyes as if the potion would disappear if he looked away. You almost hear yourself say he looks magical with the mist that’s starting to float around, a telltale sign that the potion you’re working on is almost complete, “With a little bit of a twist.”

“A twist?” You’re positive the mist swirling around the room has gotten into your head, twisting your mind into thinking nonsense, and almost scoffing when the thought of smelling what Jeno smells like in the Amortentia appears. “A twist how?”

“Well,” The mist around you is changing in colors; one moment you’re seeing a hint of green, something that reminds you of Donghyuck. Another moment you’re seeing pink, something that you’ve associated with your brother your entire life. You even started seeing a hint of blue, something that vaguely reminds you of you, although you didn’t expect to see the patches of red and gold. You didn’t expect to see the two specific colors that reminds you all too much of Gryffindor, all too much of Jeno. “We know that Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world and that it smells different to each person, according to what attracts them.”

“So I thought,” Jeno mumbles, “Why not create something that foretells who you’ll be attracted to?”

The potion itself turns from a darkened ink blue into one of a mother-of-pearl sheen, the color briefly catching your eye before it puffs out more mist, some enhancing into spirals while others turn into odd shapes. Your eyes are drawn to a perfectly shaped lion pup playing with its siblings, then darting around to lock onto what seems like a kitten playing with a golden snitch in its paws. Swirling spirals of mist encase both you and Jeno, said boy looking to the edge of the room where he sees a little girl, one that looks exactly like you, playing with a golden snake.

“I’d hate to pry.” Your eyes catch onto the sight of a little boy on a broomstick, flying around above meadows of flowers and your heart beats a little faster when you realize the child looks a little too similar to Jeno for your liking. “But what does it smell like to you?”

“It smells like crackling fire, vanilla, and ancient runes.” Jeno’s looking around in bewilderment, trying to find the little girl in the room only to find you standing, looking dazed but straight at him. His heart is beating hard and fast, mind racing with a billion thoughts while he tries to figure out the last time he’s caught a sniff of vanilla or ancient runes, finding it seldom that he encounters those objects. His mind clicks into place when he realizes the only time he’s smelt a whiff of vanilla, being earlier when he went into the Slytherin common room to see you. “What about you?”

“It smells like freshly mowed grass, new parchment,” Your eyes flick onto Jeno, finding it hard to see him in the midst of Red and Gold clouding your vision, while Jeno’s sight is filled with nothing but Green and Silver, “..and catnip.”

“My head understands things that my heart is not yet willing to accept.”

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ojoboy · 4 years

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han seungwoo babyfever au

genre: han seungwoo x reader, fluff, domestic bliss

word count: 4k

plot: Your cousin asks you to babysit his children (14 y.o. Dongpyo & 13 months old baby sister Dohye) to celebrate the anniversary with his wife. Your boyfriend volunteeringly helps you out. Oh oh looks like you two are about to catch baby fever.

a/n: I finally decided to watch Broduce during quarantine although I already knew the outcome because I was too moved by some videos of Yunseong and Jinhyuk :( Anyways when Seungwoo said that if he had a son he’d like him to be like Dongpyo, I was like: say no more! (I hope you don’t mind that I made Dongpyo younger for this)

from: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:17pm]

wanna do something later? i miss u :(

to: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:19pm]

it’s been only two days... but i miss u too :(

and i don’t know if i have time today. i’m babysitting Jaesung’s children tonight because they are celebrating their anniversary and might come back late

from: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:19pm]

i could come by and help you out?

i’m meeting seungsik now but i definitely can come right afterwards!

to: capt. seungwoo <3 [3:20pm]

yeeess, i’d love that!

—

5:07pm. The streets are filled with cars rushing home and it almost looks like they are following the sun, eager to come home and finally rest. You just finished stowing away things in your small apartment that could be possibly dangerous around babies, now lazily scrolling through your Instagram feed and liking every other post. Then the doorbell finally rang and you rushed to the door to buzz them in. Almost a minute later there was a family of four standing in your living room.

“Sorry for being late,” your cousin said as he carefully put his bag down, “traffic, you know.” “It’s fine,” you replied and crouched down and shook little Dohye’s hands, beaming at the baby in the stroller. “Well, someone’s in a good mood today, aren’t you little sunshine?” Whether she did understand you or not, the little girl simply responded with a cheerful giggle that could melt anyone’s heart.

“She’s been energetic all day long. I hope she won’t give you a hard time,” her mother told you while undoing the buckles and taking the small child in her arms. Dongpyo was already sitting down on the couch next to the big black bag, seemingly busy on his phone.

“Everything you need for Dohye is in the bag. Diapers, baby food and even some toys to keep her entertained.” Your attention diverted back to your cousin who was going through the bag to check all items. “All right, thank you.”

After checking the final things with you, Hyejin took your hands in hers and squeezed them tightly. “Thank you so much for doing this!” “Yes, thank you. You are the best!” Your cousin engulfed you in a hug and then walked over to his children. “Behave well and help Y/N out, okay?” he playfully ruffled Dongpyo’s hair and bent down to kiss the little girl on his lap, followed by his wife showering the two with affection. A little annoyed like most teenagers in puberty the young boy told his parents off.

Halfway through the door Hyejin turned around to say, “Call us if there are any problems!”

“Don’t worry, Seungwoo is also coming. I’m sure we’ll manage,” you reassured them while ushering them out, “Just enjoy your anniversary!” "Oh, say hello from us then, yeah?” Jaesung waved one last time before the door closed.

“Finally!” the fourteen years-old exclaimed, making you chuckle. Seeing how his sister started squirming in his lap and hitting his face, you offered to take her while Dongpyo dutifully laid out her blanket on your floor and set up a few toys. “So, your boyfriend is also coming?”

“Yup, I think you’ve only met him once. Remember when we picked you up from dance practice because your mom was in labor? He drove us to the hospital.”

“Oh yeah, but isn’t he too cool for you?”

“Hey, wouldn’t be the other way around?” You played along. “Dohye agrees with me.”

“Nah, he really looked cool driving with one hand and calming you down while you were nervous as a cat.”

Just when you were about to retort the doorbell rang again as if your boyfriend knew you were talking about him. “Dongpyo can you get that, please?” Without further ado the boy got up from the comfy spot and buzzes Seungwoo in. A few moments later he enters, dressed in black ripped jeans and a white tee which was mainly covered by the purple The Rolling Stones hoodie (you got it for him as a birthday present and he claimed it was his favorite piece of clothing ever since).

“Hey guys, I brought some cake!” Seungwoo proudly lifts the white bag with his usual endearing smile. He fist-bumped Dongpyo and walked over to press a chaste kiss on your cheek before he set the cake down on the kitchen counter.

“You should marry him,” Dongpyo’s ogling eyes followed your boyfriend first, then his body. Eager to have some cake, his hands were already reaching out for the white bag when you stopped him. “Dongpyo stop. Let's save the cake for dessert, alright?”

With a pout, the boy looks up at the older guy in hope of him being able to convince you otherwise but the latter apologetically shook his head, “Sorry pal, you heard the boss.” He then proceeded to carefully stored the cake in your refrigerator as Dongpyo dramatically put his head between his hands.

—

About half an hour into the babysitting you were sitting down on your floor, watching Dohye grabbing colorful wooden bricks and stacking them on top of each other. Sometimes she would even chuck them in your direction as if to tell you that you should do the same.

Meanwhile the two boys sat comfortably on the couch as Dongpyo showed some of his dance covers on his phone but also a few viral video clips he saw on social media, both unable to hold back their laughter. By now they have become close mentally - as well as physically. They were leaning onto each other, leaving no space between them, and Seungwoo had one of his arms draped over the boy’s narrow shoulders. It was a position you were very familiar with.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen this video of a ferret dancing? It’s soooo cute,” Dongpyo leaned down from the couch to show you his phone screen whereas Seungwoo held onto his shirt so he wouldn’t fall down. Mimicking the ferret’s movements with Dohye’s rattle in your hand, you answered, “Yes, I replayed it so, so many times and even sent it to Seungwoo.”

Enticed by the rattle, the little baby dropped the blue brick and started crawling towards you. With open arms you welcome the girl as she climbed in your lap, willingly handing the rattle over. Immediately Dohye aggressively shook the toy and filled the room not only with rhythmic rattling but also joyous laughter.

Feeling your lower back starting to hurt from sitting on the ground, you scooted over to lean against the couch with Dohye safely pulled against your front. “Wow, this is funny haha!”

When you craned your neck to see what Dongypo was laughing about, you realized that Seungwoo’s eyes had been set on you. It seemed like he was in a daze, the way he smiled so fondly at the sight of you holding and playing with the baby.

The image of you and him having a baby of your own crossed his mind ever since he walked through the door today and saw you two together and truth to be told he liked it - a lot.

His hand then slowly reached out for your head and gently stroked your hair, careful not to get any strands tangled with his rings. Enjoying the calming feeling, you returned his sweet gesture with a genuine smile that made his heart flutter like the first time he met you.

This intimate moment didn’t last long, though, as Dohye suddenly began to cry. “Oh no, what’s wrong, Dohye?” You picked her tiny body up and smelled her diaper. “Well, it doesn’t seem like you need your diaper changed.”

“I bet she’s hungry, Y/N” Dongpyo said as he put his phone down. “Can you get the baby food from bag, please?” You slowly got up from your place and rocked the girl back and forth in hope of calming her down. “Shh, don’t cry. Your big brother is getting your food right.”

“I got it! It says that it needs to be heated up in the microwave for a minute to a minute and a half,” the boy read the instructions and walked over to your kitchen. However, he struggled to open the glass so Seungwoo offered to help him, “Here, let me.”

He then opened the little glass on his first try and proceeded to put it in your microwave as he already knew his way around your kitchen. “Oh, I think this might be a little too hot?” Seungwoo worried after taking the glass out and rolling it between his hands.

“Let’s stir the heat out and wait a little then... Dongpyo, is there perhaps a baby bib in the bag too?”

All of you made your way back into the living room, you sitting down on the couch with a still crying baby and joined by Seungwoo while Dongpyo looked for the baby bib. Tying it around her neck turned out to be a bit harder than expected since she started to squirm around.

After finally succeeding, you decided to switch with Seungwoo so you could feed the little girl. You carefully blew on the small spoon as Dohye watched you with big eyes and drool coating her mouth already. Ten minutes later the glass is empty and a big content smile grazed the girl’s lips.

“Wow, you eat really well, huh?” You wiped her mouth with the bib and booped her little nose. “You come after your dad, I guess.”

—

“Are you sure you don’t need me to help you cook?”

“I’ll manage. Just watch the kids, honey” You couldn’t help but giggle at your own cheesy words and squeezed his muscular arm before sending him back into the living room. As soon as you calmed Dohye down, the next kid started to complain about being hungry. This whole situation made you feel like it was your little family.

Before you could indulge further into your imagination, you diverted your attention to the ingredients in front of you to cook pasta. While the noodles were boiling, you were busy cutting onions and carrots for the sauce when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your middle. Shortly after his head hovered next to yours, “Looks good, babe.”

“There is nothing to see yet,” you playfully nudged him, yet he pulled you closer against his body. “Wasn’t talking about the food,” Seungwoo then cheekily pressed his lips against the side of your face and proceeded to steal a few slices of carrots, running back before you could stop him.

Looking over your shoulder you saw that he was sharing the stolen goods with none other than Dongpyo, both a giggling mess. In your eyes the two were like a real father-son duo and you began to wonder what it would be like if you two were to start a family. A blush bloomed on your cheeks, yet you pushed the thought back to focus on cooking again.

As soon as you served the pasta, Dongpyo came rushing and very eager to dig in. You left the TV on and put on a children’s show to entertain Dohye while the rest of you enjoyed dinner.

“I’m so fuuuuull! Thank you for the meal, Y/N,” Dongpyo said as he lazily rubbed his tummy and closed his eyes for moment. “Too full for the cake, though?” Seungwoo asked the boy across him, raising his eyebrow. At his words, Dongpyo’s eyes opened with a twinkle in them, “Never!”

While you put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, Seungwoo was already taking out new plates and of course: the long-anticipated cake. “I hope you like cherries, Dongpyo,” your boyfriend presented three chunky pieces of cake covered in pink and white frosting with little cherries on top. “Voila, the cake is really delicious. I tried one piece with Seungsik today,” he winked at you and forked a bite-sized piece, raising it to your mouth.

You welcomed the sweet taste as the frosting melted on your tongue, humming in agreement. Just when the three of you sat down on the couch again, the baby started crawling towards your boyfriend and grabbed his sturdy leg to pull herself up, her eyes set on the pink and white delicacy. Seungwoo quickly put his plate on the coffee table and picked the girl easily up.

“Aigoo, do you want some?” You two only laughed when she stretched her short arms towards your plate and almost lunged at it, only to be held back by your co-babysitter. You scooped a small amount of the frosting on your pinky and placed it against her plump limps which she gladly took.

“Oh Y/N, be careful of her-”

“Ouch!”

Dongpyo’s warning came a little too late as you massaged your poor finger, while Dohye somehow managed to giggle innocently yet diabolically at the same time (in that moment she reminded you a lot of her brother).

—

“Do you want to see my new dance routine?”

“Weren’t you too full to move just now?” You questioned the young boy.

“It’s all good now. I don’t think I will throw up.”

“Well, that’s very reassuring.”

Soon your small living room turned into a stage as Dongpyo prepared several dance covers of girl groups. His little sister started to jump up and down on the couch, with Seungwoo holding her arms, to cheer him on. He even managed to persuade Seungwoo to join him who acted hesitant at first but matched the teenager’s energy once he got up.

You and Dohye clapped as soon as the little showcase ended. The two guys plumped down on the couch, slightly out of breath. Seungwoo wasted no time to strip himself off his purple hoodie, leaving him in his loose white tee. The tattoos adorning his milky skin caught the younger one’s attention, “Wow Seungwoo, you have tattoos? Y/N, your boyfriend is soooo cool!”

He then put his index finger under his chin, “I think I’m getting tattoos, too, when I’m older. They look so cool on you.” At this you two couldn’t stifle your laughter, earning a confused look from Dongpyo. But who could blame you? It was very hard to imagine such a sweet, baby-faced boy to get tattoos inked on his skin.

“Sure thing, buddy,” Seungwoo ruffled the boy’s hair, unable to hold back his smile.

“Oh, but it hurts a lot, right? Maybe I won’t get any after all...” Dongpyo leaned back against the couch, hugging the cushion tighter.

—

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you took care of the mess in your kitchen but when you returned to your living room, you discovered a sleeping baby lying on top of your boyfriend’s chest. Your heart melted at this sight and the corners of your mouth immediately tugged upwards. Wanting to capture the sweet moment, you took your phone out and wasted no time to get a few shots of the two, careful not to disturb them.

Just when you crouched down next to the couch to get an up-close shot, your knee joints betrayed you. The pop seemingly woke up your boyfriend from his slumber as his eyes slowly opened and you were met with warm, brown orbs.

Catching you red-handed, Seungwoo cracked a smile and whispered, “What are you doing, babe?”

“You two look so adorable, I just couldn’t resist!” You smiled sheepishly and began to stroke his hair with your free hand, pushing a few strands away from his eyes.

“Mh, as much as I’m enjoying this, I think my back might kill me soon,” he softly spoke with his eyes closed again, welcoming your gentle touch. “C’mon, let’s put her in my bed.”

Seungwoo clutched the little girl closer to his chest and slowly got up without making any noise. He pushed her a little upwards so she could rest her head on his shoulder. You walked ahead, opening the two doors for him, and pulled the blanket aside to let him put Dohye down. Then you tucked her safely in and placing your stuffed bunny, which Seungwoo had won for on your first arcade date, next to her.

The two of you sneaked out of your bedroom, leaving the door ajar just in case she woke up. Now standing in the small hallway, Seungwoo wrapped his arms around you from behind, putting just a little bit of his weight on you. “My back still hurts from your small couch; you should carry me like this,” you could basically hear his pout above your head.

“Shut up, my couch is not that small. It’s just because you are stupidly tall!” You hushed him as you wriggled in his arms to turn around and playfully pinched his cheeks. There was a shift in his eyes; usually he would retort that you were ‘stupidly small’ but this time he just gazed at you, eyes filled with adoration.

With your chests pressing against each other, you were not quite sure whether it was your heart that was racing or his. Maybe it was both of yours but it didn’t matter, anyways.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked in a small voice, your index finger now tracing his dimple instead.

“I was just wondering, what it would be like if we had a baby,” Seungwoo confessed and smiled innocently at you. Heart skipping a beat, you were slightly flustered by his unexpected answer and felt your ears heat up.

“You would be a great dad.” Before he could react, you got on your tiptoes and simultaneously pulled his face a little bit down to meet him with a brief, yet sweet peck on the lips.

Once you released his face and let your hands slide down to the juncture between his shoulders and neck, you felt his arms tighten around your body and tugging you even closer to him. Being not satisfied with the peck, he leaned in for another kiss.

His warm lips melted against yours and you felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach like it was the very first time. As your lips moved against his, you could feel him smiling into the kiss. There was still a faint taste of cherries lingering on his lips adding to the sweet and addictive kiss. For a moment you forgot about everything because being in his arms just felt right.

“Wow, it’s like my parents never left,” a sudden voice exclaimed from behind you. The two of you shyly pulled away from each other and looked at the intruder. “Don’t mind me, I’m just going to use the bathroom.”

With that being said, Dongpyo quickly disappeared into your bathroom. You were slightly embarrassed by getting caught but to make you blush even more, Seungwoo then said, “I want to have a kid like him later, haha.”

—

Their parents came back around 9pm. Dohye was still fast asleep in your bedroom, by now cuddling with your stuffed bunny, while the three of you watched an episode of Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bokjoo.

“You guys came back early! How was your dinner?”, you asked them as you let the couple in. “Oh, it was wonderful and the food was really delicious. You two should check out the restaurant sometime,” Hyejin gushed. “Anyways, we called it a night early because I missed my babies too much.”

She wasted no time to pull her son into her side and ruffle his fluffy hair, eliciting a soft whine from him.

“Ah, I almost forgot! We’ve got you a little gift,” the woman nudged her husband who pulled out a small white box from his paper bag. “It’s from our favorite chocolatier. But it’s only a small gift so whenever you have time, come over and we will make you a nice meal to thank you properly, yeah?”

“Alright, let’s go home now. I think we’ve bothered you enough for tonight,” your cousin chimed after putting his little girl in her carrier and giving the two of you a hug.

Once you closed the door behind them, Seungwoo pulled you into his arms again. Just before he could say anything, a yawn escaped his mouth.

“Are you tired?”

“Mhm, just a little bit.”

He rested his forehead against yours, eyes lovingly gazing into yours again like earlier.

“Do you wanna stay the night?”

“Sure, I’d love to.”

Seungwoo rummaged through your closet, looking for a comfortable shirt amidst all the t-shirts that you’ve either got or stole from him. Finally, his eyes set on a grey oversized tee which you actually could wear as a dress. Stripping off his slightly sweaty shirt, he welcomed the new soft fabric that no longer smelled like his cologne but by now had picked up your sweet scent.

When he joined you in the bathroom, you were already brushing your teeth whilst scrolling through your Instagram feed. He made his way behind you, smiling at your reflection in the mirror because the pink shirt that he’s been missing for the past week just happened to be engulfing you in that moment. But how could be upset when you looked like an angel to him?

Before you could grab your hair yourself, Seungwoo gently pushed them back and held them for you so they wouldn’t get in your way until you were finished with your routine. Once he started with his routine, you sat down on the edge of your bathtub. Waiting for him, you went through your gallery and took a look at the photos from earlier again.

“What’chu shmiling at?” He asked you with a mouth full of foam, watching through the mirror.

“Just the pics of you and Dohye sleeping together. They are really cute, I think I’m gonna post one of them!” You excitedly stood up and stayed by his side, holding your phone in front of him whilst swiping and showing him your favorite snapshots.

After he was done with his own routine, the two of you wasted no time to snuggle up in the comfort of your bed. Like every other night you rested your head on his shoulder with his arms secured round your frame as if you could easily slip away anytime. A pleasant silence fell over you, only your shallow breaths were audible.

Your eyes were fixated on a sliver of light that shone through your blinds, unable to close your eyes and succumb to the sweet promise of sleep yet. The image of Seungwoo and the kids wouldn’t leave you alone. Sure, you’ve seen him plenty times playing with his own nephew already but today felt different.

“I was just wondering, what it would be like if we had a baby.”

His words kept repeating and repeating themselves in your head.

“What’s on your mind?” Seungwoo spoke so softly, it was barely a whisper. He started gently stroke your hair as he slightly turned his head towards you, his lips now almost brushing your temple.

“Just thinking about what you said earlier...” You tilted your head, meeting his eyes in the dark. “You know, what it’d be like if we had a baby, and I can’t stop thinking about it – but in a good way!”

If you had looked a little bit closer, you would have seen that his gaze softened even more at you rambling about how he would spoil the baby to death or you two dressing up your child like a model, making it the most fashionable baby out there.

“The thought of a baby really doesn’t scare me anymore. Especially when I have you by my side,” you confessed. Instead of teasing you for corny confession, he pushed his body off the bed and hovered above you, his head already diving in to claim your lips.

Seungwoo didn’t say a word during your ramble but he put all his feelings into the kiss and you knew – he didn’t need to say it aloud because you knew he felt the same. His right hand caressed your face, thumb going over the apple of your cheek.

“I really like the sound of that,” his lips stretched into a smile before the landed right on your temple.

Suddenly his smile turned smug, “We could try making one right now.”

“Oh, shut up!”

—

The next morning you checked your notifications only to find yourself chuckling at them.

ssunhwa: oh I didn’t know I was an aunt already

pyopyoson: huh is that black mob of hair mine? anyways, I want pics with him too

seungsmile_: just get married already

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busterkeatonfanfic · 3 years

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Chapter 22

As Nelly washed her face and braided her hair that night, she could scarcely believe that the weekend was almost over. It had been a happy blur of fishing, bridge lessons, walks in the woods, songs under the stars, and tonight a campfire and a ukulele concert after a dinner of wheat cakes and maple syrup. And of course, not a trivial amount of that time had been passed in bed with Buster. As she’d spent those blissful hours with him, time zipped by without her noticing.

Buster was humming to himself from the other room and Nelly wondered if the weekend had gone the way he’d expected. She wondered, not the first time, what had he expected. From the way he was behaving, he seemed cheerful and serene, but she wasn’t sure. Men were mysterious. Tomorrow he would go back to his wife and she would return to being a cog in the United Artists machine.

Before leaving the washroom, she brushed her teeth. She was half-tempted to shed her chemise and knickers ahead of bed; they always ended up torn off in the middle of the night anyway.

In the other room, Buster was sitting up in bed with the blankets pulled over his lap and her little red book in his hands, paging through Mistress Nell Gwyn. She felt a flush of embarrassment and regretted not bringing a more serious book along.

“Are you reading it ‘cause the main girl’s called Nelly?” he said, looking up at her.

Her face warmed as she checked the lock to the front door and turned off the floor lamp near the kitchen. “No, I like Marjorie Bowen and I hadn’t read this one yet. The name’s just a coincidence.” And it was, truly. “What do you read?” she said to switch the subject. They’d gotten around to discussing their favorite music (they both liked Bix Beiderbecke, Louis Armstrong and his Hot Five, and Paul Whiteman), but not their favorite books.

Buster looked slightly abashed as she switched off the table lamp by the sofa. “Does Popular Mechanics count?”

“Well, not as far as novels go,” she said, crossing the room and lifting the corner of the sheets on her side of the bed to slide in next to Buster.

“I read a dime novel once and awhile. Mostly don’t have the time,” said Buster. “But your book—she’s sweet on old King Charlie?”

Nelly took the book from him, amused. “King Charles II,” she corrected.

“Why d’ya like it?” said Buster. He burrowed deeper into the covers and snuggled against her shoulder like a boy wanting a bedtime story.

“I like novels based on real things. I get a history lesson and the people from back then feel more real.”

“Did you see my picture The General?” asked Buster.

“Of course,” said Nelly. Her memory of the film wasn’t very strong, but she knew that she had enjoyed it quite a lot and remembered gasping with the rest of the audience at his daring stunts on the train. She seemed to recall that she found him good-looking with his long hair and sober looks, but apparently not so good-looking that she’d felt compelled to write him a mash note or glue his picture into her scrapbook like she had with John Barrymore.

“Now that picture, you see, was based on real facts. And the train was really called the General!” Buster launched into the story of the Great Locomotive Chase of 1862, and Nelly listened with contentment to his animated retelling. He talked all about the production of the picture, having to find narrow-gauge railroad tracks, learning how to operate a steam engine, hiring the National Guard to play soldiers, and playing baseball near the Willamette Valley. “I thought it was my finest picture but the critics all blasted it. Said it was a flop. I haven’t been able to make sense of it. Guess they thought I should leave the serious acting to types like your fellow, John Barrymore.”

“He’s not my fellow, Buster,” Nelly chided. She ran her fingers idly through his dark hair.

“What happened to being his leading lady?” he said, kissing her bare upper arm.

“Oh, don’t tease me for being romantic when I didn’t know him. I didn’t know what he was really like. Didn’t I tell you? When I was in Tempest, he came right into the ladies room and pissed in the sink right in front of me. And if that wasn’t enough, he picked his nose right in front of me too! He was so drunk he couldn’t tell left from right. I had to help him back to Mr. Taylor.”

Buster laughed. “You’re kidding.”

“Gosh, I wish I was. He kept us there all night he was so drunk. They had to build a sort of carousel for Camilla Horn and him to finish their ballroom dance.” Thinking of Tempest, Nelly was reminded of something that had been on her mind since her hours with Buster had begun to draw to a close. “I want to say something serious to you now though.”

Buster, to his credit, didn’t try to make a joke. “What’s that?”

“In the book”—for a second, Nelly lifted the red volume that lay between them—“Nell Gwyn is just an orange seller at the playhouse. One night, King Charles invites her to a tavern with his friends Rochester and Buckingham. He remembers seeing her before and likes her. While they’re eating and drinking, he asks what she means to do with her life and she says that she wants to be an actress. Then she dances for him and he leaves her a pair of silver shoes as a gift because she pays for his food and drink. You think that he’s going to see to it that she becomes an actress, but he doesn’t. He has his own matters to worry about and goes on with his life, but she becomes a successful actress on her own—I’m only halfway through of course—and anyhow that’s how he notices her again. He goes to a play and she’s starring.”

“Oh yeah?” said Buster, obviously not understanding.

“Well, what I’m saying is I appreciate you putting in a word for me with Mr. Taylor, but if you want to continue seeing me …”

Here she paused. It was a brave thing to say aloud because she didn’t know, not for certain, if Buster did want to see her after he dropped her back off at her apartment tomorrow. It wasn’t just false modesty. For all she knew, he had getaways with girls all the time, a new one for every weekend. His waywardness with women had, after all, been one of the first things she’d heard about him back in River Junction: all a girl had to do to seduce him was walk into his dressing room.

“I don’t want any more favors and I won’t ask for any. I don’t want to play angles anymore. In fact, I prefer to try it on my own in the future, getting parts that is, just to see if I can, if I’m good enough to make it without help. Like Nell Gwyn was.” She let out a deep breath, afraid of his reaction.

“I think that’s fine,” he said, putting a hand on her jaw and turning her head to his so he could kiss her lips. His expression registered no displeasure. “Only I never talked to Sam Taylor. You did that one on your own. Honest.”

Nelly could hardly believe it.“Really?” she said, scanning his eyes to see if he was being truthful.

“ ‘Course not. Had nothing to do with me,” he said.

“Oh. Well…” said Nelly, feeling silly.

“I’ll make a note. No angles, no favors. I’ll let you go it alone like your Nell Gwyn.” He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “Tell me what happens next in your book, though.”

Feeling that a weight had been lifted, Nelly went on. “Well, the King sees Nell at a play and as soon as he notices her silver shoes, he remembers who she is.”

“Then what?” said Buster, caressing her hand.

“I don’t know. Then she becomes his mistress,” Nelly said. She felt embarrassed to admit that she read such books.

“Did he have a queen?”

“Oh yes, Queen Catherine, the one who got the British to start drinking tea, but she doesn’t get much mention in the book. Mrs. Bowen’s more concerned with his mistresses. He had about a dozen. There’s the Countess of Castlemaine and Moll Davis, who’s another actress. Nelly was just one, but she was the most loyal.” She looked down to where Buster was holding her hand in his and rubbing it with a thumb, and wondered what he was thinking about her foolish taste in novels.

“Will you be my mistress?”

Nelly turned her face to him, stunned. For a moment, she thought it was just one of his many jokes. One look at the beseeching expression on his face told her it wasn’t. Such waves of happiness and consternation struck her then that it was several seconds before she could answer. “Yes,” she said. There could hardly be another answer. And yet even as she consented, she thought of the Countess of Castlemaine, Moll Davis, and the Duchess of Portsmouth.

“You got this look on your face,” said Buster.

“Do I?” she said, feeling flustered.

“Yeah. A look that’s telling me you got something on your mind you ain’t telling me.”

Now that they were being so honest, she couldn’t deny him the real answer, even though it was preposterous to ask for faithfulness from a man who was already someone else’s husband.

“Well, are there others?” she said, searching his eyes.

“Other what?” said Buster, cocking his head a little. “Mistresses? No.” He squeezed her hand. “Now I ain’t going to lie, I’ve had steadies before, not what you’d call mistresses exactly, but cross my heart I haven’t been with a girl in months. Are you asking if I’ll be true to you?”

Nelly looked away. “Oh, I don’t know,” she said, but reminded herself she was trying to be honest. “I suppose I am and it’s the silliest thing to ask. I know you’re married. I’m not asking you to… Well, I guess I don’t know what I’m asking. Maybe I’m a little jealous, not about your wife, but about other girls because I—I like you already.” She looked back at him, fearing his reaction, but he was only regarding her in the same interested way he had when she’d relayed the plot of her book. “Please don’t take what I’m saying the wrong way, I know it seems like I’m looking a gift horse in the mouth,” she said hurriedly. “And I don’t expect you to keep me either like King Charles keeps Nelly, with satin and pearls and houses. Oh, I’m sorry for making this such a muddle. All I should have said was yes. I just want to be pals like we’ve been this weekend. I know it’s not right to ask.”

“ ‘Course we’ll stay pals,” said Buster. “And I promise no satin and pearls. I can still buy you dinner, can’t I?”

Nelly laughed, her spirits feeling lighter. “Of course you can. I just don’t want to be a kept woman, okay? You can still do all the normal stuff a fellow would.”

Buster’s hand found its way down the front of her chemise and she pulled in a sharp breath as he rolled his finger lightly around the perimeter of her nipple. “Like this?”

She nodded, her eyes closing as his thumb joined the finger and pinched with gentle pressure. Her mind went back to the sight of him between her legs in the forest, his dark messy hair that he’d stopped slicking down with Brilliantine during the course of the weekend, and she groaned at the memory. She rolled onto her side, Buster’s hand still busy at her breast, and slid her hand beneath the brim of his pajama trousers.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” she said, grasping the warm, silky length of him.

Buster shifted onto his side. “Yeah, you’ve been teaching me something about efficiency.” He gave a wince of pleasure as she began to move her hand up and down. He withdrew his hand from her chemise and put it in her knickers, and she felt as warm as she had in the sun on Saturday as his fingers began their clever work.

They exchanged pleasures like that for a couple minutes before Buster began tugging her chemise over her head. She unbuttoned his pajama shirt as he played with her breasts. It would be a terribly long time before she was ever bored by the way he tensed his stomach when she touched him, making all the muscles stand out like they were sculpted in marble. She pressed her breasts against her chest as she pulled his pajama shirt the rest of the way off of him, and Buster began wrestling her knickers down. When they were all the way undressed, both still lying on their sides, Nelly put her leg over him.

“Let’s try it without,” she whispered, as Buster kissed her neck and ear. It was a crazy thing to ask, but she was beyond thinking straight.

“What, without a thin?” he said with surprise.

“I think it’d be okay. If you pull out before--” She blushed. “I want to see how it feels without it.”

Buster kissed her forehead once, twice, three times in obvious gratitude. “Alright.”

Nelly shifted herself lower and guided him into her with a hand. For a few moments, Buster was perfectly still. Nelly breathed deeply, feeling him without a barrier for the first time and jubilant with the sensation, as well as the weight of his proposal. A mistress.

He made love to her more slowly than he had on previous occasions, pausing for long stretches to kiss her, then grasping her backside to push himself deeper. Eventually, the slow pace sent her into such a frenzy that she took control of the rhythm. He caught on and went faster. When every muscle on him stood out again as if sculpted, she knew he was close.

“Don’t forget to pull out,” she said, seeking his eyes.

“I won’t,” he said breathlessly. He gave such a fierce, pleasurable thrust that she keened, and that caused him to withdraw suddenly and rock himself against her stomach until he came with a shuddering groan.

She stroked his cheekbone when he was finished. His eyes had closed and his breathing was deep and satisfied. Buster Keaton’s mistress. She was so filled with the thought that she felt barely any guilt when she thought of his wife. It was, after all, easy to justify. He was not intimate with her; she had realized that when he mentioned that he slept alone. She had never forgotten his statement the night of his party either, that the marriage was headed for divorce. But there she cut off her thoughts. She was getting far too ahead of herself. It was enough that they had gotten on like a house on fire and that Buster was holding her in his arms now, smelling like sweat and cigarettes and himself.

“Buster,” she said. She could tell he was starting to fall asleep.

“Mmmph,” said Buster.

“We should set an alarm for tomorrow. My tram leaves at 6:45 and I’ve got to be at work around 7:30. We should get up at four so we have time to pack and so I can get ready.”

Buster rolled onto his back and cupped the crown of his head in his hands. “Don’t worry about the tram, I’ll drop you off.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I don’t want to get you into any trouble. If anyone sees us, they’ll talk,” she said.

Buster opened one eye and lifted his eyebrow. “Let ‘em talk,” he said.

“Okay,” said Nelly, not quite knowing what to make of this attitude.

Nell Gwyn had been no secret to King Charles II’s subjects, but somehow Nelly thought that Buster Keaton’s public would be less tolerant if he got into the habit of parading around a mistress. Nonetheless, she didn’t argue with him. As she cleaned his seed off of her in the washroom, she didn’t have a thought except for how happy she was when she was around him.

Note: Just a PSA that this is fiction and not an endorsement of the pull-out method (although Planned Parenthood notes that it is 96% effective if used correctly 100% of the time). Obviously it doesn't prevent STDs. You should always use protection with a new partner. ;)

#Buster Keaton #Fan fiction #RPF #Actor RPF #Golden Age Hollywood #silent film

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siribear · 3 years

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before they leave, virgil reveals he has plans for their relay. a pipe dream, he called it, to get back into the institute. get the serum himself. but now that they’ve come - it’s the most excited, most hopeful, he’s been their entire time here.

by contrast, deacon isn’t happy to learn the plans are on the terminal. with no spare holotapes to download the plans on, she has to interface with the terminal herself. which means she has to step out of the power armor and bathe in radiation until a rad-x pill kicks in.

and it does, but not before she feels the growing headache, the ache in her gums. the plans download to her pip boy quickly in comparison.

‘think we should relocate out here?’ deacon says suddenly. ‘even the institute doesn’t want to come out here. worth it in exchange for the radiation, if you ask me.’

whisper looks over her shoulder to see him fiddling with some scrap on a table. keeping his hands busy, maybe. while one hand pokes at an old typewriter, the other is balled into a fist. his fingers flex, then clench, then flex.

‘i can have sturges draw up a floor plan for your new house when we get back, how about that? we’ll start construction when we bring back virgil’s serum.’

he walks up beside her, puts an arm around her shoulders. ‘this is why you’re my favorite.’ his voice sounds even more distorted through his suit up close, unfiltered through the power armor’s speakers. ‘always giving me something to look forward to.’

before she has time to register and unpack that statement, virgil’s terminal pings. file transfer complete. she has him check for any missing pieces, any file corruption, just in case. it’s all there. every little piece that’ll bring her to shaun.

except one.

‘someone will have to decode the courser chip before it will take you anywhere,’ virgil explains. ‘that’s the only missing piece.’

‘we know a guy,’ deacon says, ushering her back into the power armor. honestly. a girl collapses from radiation poisoning once and now it’s an issue. ‘anything else we need to know?’

virgil ignores him and looks up at her once she’s fully settled within the armor. he considers her, frowning. ‘you look.. familiar,’ he says slowly.

‘i’ve heard that before.’ from the synth she met with danse. he looked at her and said he could trust her.

he hums. ‘how old is your son?’

at that, whisper pauses. she - doesn’t know. the boy in kellogg’s memories has her confused. is shaun still a baby? or is he that ten year old she saw with kellogg? how long after the murder and kidnapping did she really wake up? whisper clears her throat. ‘an infant,’ she answers. ‘why?’

a heavy sigh is her answer before he shakes his head. ‘it’s nothing. the virus,’ he says, eventually, ‘has its side effects. sometimes i think i’m losing parts of myself.’ he knows something, or thinks he knows something. or maybe the combination of the virus and isolation have gotten to him.

whisper lifts her left arm slightly. ‘it’ll take some time to complete all of this, but i promise, i’ll be back with your serum.’

virgil nods. ‘thank you.’

deacon is almost comical in his ushering her out of the cave. ‘i thought you wanted to put down roots here?’

he grunts, slapping his hand against the back of the armor to get her to move faster. ‘right. casa del deacon. that’s after we get back, though. for now, we should go.’

‘alright, alright. i can’t wait to get out of this tin can, anyway.’ she breaks into a jog; the power armor’s strength carries her bounding steps further than deacon’s expecting. he yells hey! as she speeds back toward the edge of the glowing sea.

the return trip is quicker than the initial journey. they opt to keep walking through the night, dodging around packs of ferals and more wandering deathclaws until they’re finally out of the sea. she and deacon remove their respective helmets once her geiger counter finally stops ticking halfway down the road. blood drips onto one of the gauntlets, pooled at the bottom of her helmet collar.

at the edge of a small farmstead, nestled in a grove of dead trees, they treat her bloody nose and rising rads. a man interrupts deacon hooking up her radaway bag, gun raised, he shifts it between the two of them. ‘what do brotherhood bastards want now?’

whisper brings a blood-soaked cloth away from her nose. ‘not brotherhood,’ she explains, nasally. she illuminates her power armor with her pip boy, the area awash in green. ‘have they been through here much?’

the man lowers his gun slightly. ‘asked for supplies. a place to stay. kicked my own kids out of their beds so they could sleep here. if you aren’t brotherhood, what do you want?’

‘my partner here’s got two left feet,’ deacon explains. ‘tripped and fell on her nose. we just need to rest a moment. outside your house. totally out of your way.’

whisper snorts, more blood spurting from her nose. she spits red onto the ground. ‘we’ll move on soon, and we won’t be a burden on you or your children.’

the man grunts. ‘you’re minutemen, right?’ at whisper’s nod, ‘come on. at least i can keep a better eye on you inside, if you’re lying.’

deacon stuffs the ivs and needles back in his bag, and whisper removes the fusion core from the power armor and tucks it in her own. she removes a pouch of caps and hands it over to the man. ‘i don’t know if this will make it up to you, but - ‘

he takes it. ‘didn’t know if you minutemen would know how to find us out here. no caravans. my kids only hear the stories on the radio. my little girl’s a big fan of the general.’

deacon elbows her lightly, then tips her head back again and leads her toward the house. ‘i’ll make sure a patrol makes it down here. supplies, food, anything we can provide.’

‘you’re the general?’ he asks with disbelief. then he laughs, his demeanor changing completely. ‘oh, my little girl’s gonna love this.’

between whisper’s recovery and deacon’s stories to the kids, they end up staying the night. the father ushers the bother and sister back to their rooms once the sun begins to set. the exhausted pair are left alone with a pile of extra clothes on the floor as bedding and frayed blankets draped over a lone couch. broken and open windows allow the cold night air to blow through the small house. whisper sits on the couch, curled in on herself with one of the blankets wrapped around her.

‘you’ve got a little fan,’ deacon murmurs at her feet, wrapped in his own blanket.

‘and you told her i killed the mirelurk queen by myself.’ she kicks him softly.

‘hey, i was knocked out. what do i know?’

she chuckles lightly, drapes her arms over his shoulders and rests her chin on his head. under the ever-present wig, deacon’s now sporting a rough, ginger stubble that scratches against her chin. whisper watches the kids in the other room, smiling, as they sprawl out in their sleep.

deacon runs a finger along her palm, and her fingers curl in response. ‘what’s on your mind, partner?’

‘these kids have to deal with a lot,’ she says, airily. ‘back - back where i’m from, it wasn’t this harsh. certainly not perfect, but nothing like this. but they’re still finding things to be excited about. they looked so happy listening to you.’

‘it’s you everyone’s enamored with, pal. that little girl definitely wants to be you when she grows up.’

‘she’ll have to find herself a mouthy partner, then. wouldn’t be the same without one.’

at some point in the middle of the night, whisper abandoned the couch entirely, and finds herself waking up curled next to deacon on the floor. she sits up, one of deacon’s arms sliding down to rest in her lap. the rest of the members of the house are already awake, despite the sun barely having risen. beside her, deacon stirs.

‘i’m getting too old for this, for sure.’ he stretches out like a cat. ‘the kids are up, too? man.’

whisper notes he isn’t surprised at all to see her next to him. ‘come on, old man. let’s go home.’

they haven’t talked at all about what virgil told them. maybe he’s waiting until they return to hq so they don’t have to repeat themselves when making their plans - and even have more opinions on what’s surely going to be a ridiculous plan. whisper remembers the dead bodies strewn about the switchboard. the names deacon could remember. methodically and easily cut down, only slowed but not stopped by hails of turret fire.

‘a courser,’ deacon says absently. always following her own train of thought.

‘a courser,’ she repeats.

he sucks in air between his teeth. ‘that’s not gonna be easy.’

she sighs. ‘you saw him. if there were another way, he’d know. for now, this is what i’m stuck with.’

‘i’ve seen you do some crazy things, whisper, but this?’ he pauses. ‘tom could probably cook something up with those blueprints. let’s have fighting a courser be the last resort, okay?’

he’s scared. deacon, who led her into a den of synths with just the two of them, who followed her into the glowing sea despite its inhabitants, is scared. ‘you don’t have to do this. i’ve seen power armor take a beating.’

‘what kind of partner would i be if i let you go after a courser alone? if that’s what you want to do, i’ll be there. let’s just explore our options, first.’

‘okay,’ is all she says in return. she can’t allow his nerves to get to her. not since this is for shaun. she’s so close now; whether deathclaw or courser, she can’t let anything stand in her way. but it will be comforting to have him by her side.

sturges greets them at the gates to the castle, and she’s all too eager to hand over the power armor to him. he notes the flecks of blood in the helmet and the dried stain on her jumpsuit, but she waves him off. ‘radiation. where’s preston?’

‘in the armory, working with a few others on building more guns. havin’ trouble keepin’ everyone armed, now.’ he grins. ‘but that’s tons more friends we’ve got, and much less more enemies, right?’

whisper is mostly just glad to get out of the armor. the reminder that she’s now built a militia, an army, doesn’t bring the same smile to her face. with the prydwen looming across the bay, she remembers the words from nate’s speech, the only part she didn’t have to help him write: war never changes.

‘how’s everything going here, then? i see the shops are coming back outside now.’

sturges ducks down into the hallway. ‘yep. we’ve had some caravans out of bunker hill set up inside those old buildings. a family or two are living further down the neighborhood and joined us. all’s goin’ pretty well.’

when they reach the armory, there’s already a group of minutemen standing in the small room. it smells of gunpowder and grease, and a stack of ammunition sits on the middle table along with a series of laser rifles and pipe guns scattered along the other tables. with the slight rumbling from the power armor, one of the minutemen drops a screw for his pipe gun and looks up at the incoming armor.

there’s a scramble of movement as the minutemen move out of the way while also trying to clean up their mess of weaponry. sturges makes it through to the power armor station toward the back. the armor powers down, and after he steps out of the armor, pulls down a series of hooks to hold the frame in place.

with the power armor out of the way, the others finally see her walking down the hallway. the minutemen stand at attention, black-stained hands across their brows. preston, however, moves away from the bench, his jacket slung over a chair in the corner. he approaches her, hands reaching for her but stops himself short.

with a sigh and a soft smile, he says, ‘i’m glad you made it back safe, general.’

whisper looks behind him to the minutemen standing at attention. ‘thank you, preston. i do have something to talk to you about. and you, sturges,’ she adds, noting that he’s already put on a pair of safety goggles and heavy gloves.

after telling the rest of the minutemen to return to what they were doing, whisper leads them down into the tunnels and to sarge’s terminal. deacon startles at the doorway. ‘uh, anyone else see that thing, or did i eat some bad rations on the road again?’

‘he’s deactivated, don’t worry.’

deacon looks him over. ‘he’s facing that terminal. did he deactivate himself?’ whisper takes a deep breath. ‘whisper.’

she shoves his shoulder, but he crosses his arms. ‘you can punish me later, okay? but first - ‘ whisper explains virgil as she loads up the plans onto the terminal. behind her, sturges whistles.

‘complicated, but given some time, i can do it. this part, though,’ he circles a finger around the schematic for a computer, ‘that’s gonna be the hard part.’

‘we know a guy,’ whisper and deacon say simultaneously.

at that, sturges nods. ‘alright. no problemo. give me a few months, and - ‘

whisper nearly chokes. ‘months?’

‘this is a pretty big contraption here, general. we gotta clear out an area, build the thing - and the amount of materials we have to collect. our numbers will help, but it’ll be a while.’

months. her stomach sinks, same as when she walked into kellogg’s empty house and found nothing. a hand suddenly lands on her shoulder, startling her. ‘a vacation. thank you, sturges,’ deacon says, voice pitched higher to match her own. in his voice, ‘we have to coordinate with our other friends, too. and i’m sure everyone will come out of the woodwork with their own problems they want you to solve. it’ll pass quickly, don’t worry.’

whisper takes a deep breath. right. months to finish, months to scratch everything else off her to-do list. she angles her head in his direction. ‘to our friends, then? should we bring them here, so they can work together?’

deacon grimaces. ‘that’s between des and tom. the amount of battery acid injections he’ll make us all take before he agrees..’ he trails off with a wince.

‘battery acid?’

‘carrington wasn’t happy when he introduced it.’ he shrugs. ‘less happy when i let him inject me with it. i might be able to convince him, but it’s up to des.’

preston and sturges look at each other, then to whisper. ‘it’s, um. a long story.’ she shrugs off deacon’s arm and inserts one of the holotapes on the desk. ‘just in case, i’m going to make a copy. that way tom can at least look at it.’ she does and puts the holotape in her bag.

‘alrighty then. you and your friends story everything out.’ he claps whisper on the shoulder, and she’s sure there’s going to be a bruise from all the reassurances today. ‘i’ll get started on this right away. don’t you worry.’

but she worries. back up the stairs, she worries. because it’s months. she barely notices preston still following behind her until he puts a hand on the small of her back. ‘i don’t... mean to add more to everything going on, general, but i thought you should know: mama murphy’s been asking about you. she wants to talk to you, back in sanctuary.’

mama murphy. ‘you don’t think she had a vision, do you?’

‘i hope not. she has to take jet to see anything. can you - can you check in on her, at least? i’m sure the longs would like you see you, as well.’

‘of course. i should see how codsworth and dogmeat are doing, too.’

‘right. uh,’ he removes his hand and takes a step back. ‘i guess i’ll coordinate a few groups to retrieve scrap metal for this project.’ he wipes his brow. ‘after a shower.’

‘i know a few places that might have some useful scraps. i can mark it on - ‘ she pauses, then, ‘did you say shower?’

‘yeah, sturges found some piping after we cleared out a collapsed wing. we put up some curtains and he set up a few showers.’

whisper blinks, then bolts toward the workshop once more. tom and mama murphy can wait. she’s going to take a shower.

#siri drabbles #series: we will all go together when we go #i'm really just writing so i can say i have a rough draft at this point #i'm so close to the institute and all the heartbreak it's gonna be fun

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soliverse · 3 years

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SAY YOU LOVE ME - PART 2

rockstar!taeyongxjournalist!reader

genre: angst, suggestive, romance

warnings: alcohol, a bit of cursing

1 ⭒ 2 ⭒ 3 ⭒ 4 ⭒ 5 ⭒ finale pt 1

Length: 1.6k

ps: I didn’t proofread this so forgive the typos and grammars errors. Will edit this in the future.

A series of clicks can be heard from your cubicle. You only have a few more minutes before the deadline of the article that you’re currently working on and so you’re furiously typing like your life depended on it. Your head was buzzing and your vision was getting a bit hazy, but you pushed through and managed to hit the send button before the website closes. You didn’t even notice that you were holding your breathe until you relaxed your body and you were gasping for air.

Massaging your head, you take a few more deep breaths to calm your nerves down. You didn’t even notice that you were holding your breath just as you were typing. Once you’ve managed to rest and clear your mind for a bit, you stood up and fixed yourself up before saying goodbye to your coworkers.

While on the commute going home, you decided to check your messages. It’s mostly just business contacts or some friends asking how you’ve been doing. You missed your old pals and decided to contact them for a night out. A little gathering just to unwind. Unfortunately, most of them seems to be doing something for that evening. You just sighed and got off on the convenience store near your apartment and just decided to chill on your own. You grabbed the first row of chips that you can find, a few bottles of soju, and frozen pizza to stuff your face with while you’re watching some really sucky horror movies.

You were already daydreaming on the walk home of how you will spend the evening when you turned the doorknob and you noticed that it wasn’t locked. When you got in, you were met with a very occupied Taeyong, who was clearly very invested in whatever it is that he was playing.

“Oh, hey.”

He paused the game as soon as he acknowledged your presence. He was wearing his favorite gray hoodie and sweatpants ensemble that he usually wears when he’s at home. His long brown hair was messy because he never bothers with what he looks like at home. It was effortless, and yet he still looks ten times better than you and the “corporate zombie” style that you’re currently rocking.

“So… No show tonight, huh?”

You asked him as you made your way inside the house. He smiles boyishly and grabbed took the grocery bad from you.

“Yep. Bossman said that we need a few days rest before we leave for next week. It’s a pretty big scene so they’re taking preparations seriously.” He explained as he made his way to the kitchen. You followed suit.

Taeyong’s band is a regular attraction at the bar a few streets over. He usually leaves just shy a few minutes after you came home to tune some equipment or change into whatever they need to wear that night. The house would be clean, Felice is full and you enjoy the peace and quiet to yourself in your room. Then, he wraps things up around midnight and he comes home to you sleeping soundly. There are even times when they would be scheduled for some place out of town and you’ll be home by yourself for at least a few days. Your schedules made it hard for the both of you to meet. You’re glad that things are going well for him and his band. However, times like this made you miss hanging out with him just like the old times.

He gently placed the heavy paper bags over the counter and took the contents out. Just beside the kitchen cabinets, you saw an unenthusiastic feline resting beside her food bowl.

“Hello baby~ How was your day?” You squealed in this excited, high-pitched voice that you always use when babying your little one. You scooped her in your arms and snuggled with her fluffy body.

“I’m fine… Thanks for asking.”

He mumbles from the other side of the room, a bit jealous of the affection that you are giving to the cat instead of him, an actual human being.

You sat Felice down on the counter and sat at one of the stools.

“Nice. Haven’t had one of these for ages.”

He said as he was taking out the soju bottles from earlier.

“Guess that means you’re joining me then?” You rested your chin on one of your hands while the other is tapping your fingernails to the counter.

“You betcha.”

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You’re no lightweight when it comes to drinking, but a few months without practice made it easier for the alcohol to get to you. You’re still sober, but it made it hard for you to focus and understand the film that you’re currently watching. You even forgot about the title, just remembered that it’s about some type of man-eating monster and stuff.

“Hey Y/N, are you even watching?”

Taeyong asked from below the couch, currently munching on some chips.

“I am! In fact, I know who’s been baiting all these men.”

He chuckled at the sound of your words slurring from intoxication.

“Well, of course you would! Her name is literally in the title.”

He takes another shot of the alcohol before speaking once again.

“The movie sucks by the way. Should’ve let me pick a movie.”

This time, it was your turn to chortle.

“Eww no. You would’ve chosen some cliché romcom movie starring Julia Roberts. We’ve watched all of those already!”

“Nope. We haven’t watched Pretty Woman yet. You’ve been missing out on a masterpiece.”

“Fine. But can you at least share my chips with me?”

You tossed over the remote to him. In other occasions, you would’ve been stubborn and stuck with the movie that you’re currently watching. However, your boredom and drunkenness aided your complacency. In turn, he tossed over a few bags of chips in your direction. One of them landed on your face, which earned him a glare. However, he just grinned and turned to the tv to switch the movies.

He had always had this fascination for Julia Roberts. He told you at one of your drinking sessions that his mother absolutely adored her to the point that his sister was almost named Julia. However, they opted to a more Korean name instead. It was one of those moments when you wondered if he and the performer Lee Taeyong was the same person. His fans would be surprised to know about the softy that he is.

“Alright!”

He exclaims excitedly as he finished setting up the movie. This time, he sat besides you so he can stretch his legs from sitting on the floor too much. You didn’t mind and scooted over to the other side to give him more space.

As it turns out, Pretty Woman isn’t the ugly duckling fairytale story that you expected it to be. It’s PG13 nature rendered you speechless all throughout the movie. Even Taeyong was quiet the whole time.

“So that’s why you like this movie…”

You said teasingly, trying to lighten the mood up. However, he just looked at your way and pressed his finger on his lips. He shushed slowly before going back to watch the film. Your eyes widened at the sight. The way he did it just looked so, hot.

You muttered some curses on your head and talked yourself to snap out of it. You just grabbed one of the remaining pizza slices and stuffed your mouth nervously while trying to divert your attention back on the film.

Well… that didn’t help at all.

The girl, Vivian, woke up by herself and started looking for the main guy. She saw him at one of the halls, playing the piano.

Taeyong gulped, knowing how this scene will go.

Meanwhile, your eyes stayed glued at the screen and watched as the scene unfolds. Unconsciously, you started imagining that the main guy was Taeyong… and… Oh god.

You were about to grab the last remaining bottle of soju to cool yourself but your hands touched Taeyong’s, as he was also thinking of the same thing.

Your eyes met. He had this look that you’re familiar with. It’s how he looked at you that night at the club. Suddenly, you see yourself being pulled by some unknown force towards him. So was his. The next thing you know, your lips met halfway. You can feel his breaths hitching which probably turned you on even more. He slithered his hands on your waist and pulled you in your closer to him, your hands now wrapped his neck. You can feel yourself heat up as he lays you down, his body now hovering over you. You find yourself getting drawn in deeper and you closed your eyes just so you can feel it more.

And then memories of him started flooded in.

Yuta.

This jolted you back into reality. You blacked out for a bit, not realizing that you pushed Taeyong off of you. His eyes were first met with confusion, and then he realizes what just happened.

“Shit. I’m sorry Y/N!”

You didn’t even speak a word to him probably because of a mix between shock and embarrassment. You just ran off to your room and slammed the door, leaving Taeyong alone in the couch, cursing himself out.

#nct au #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct u x reader #nct taeyong #nct fic #lee taeyong #taeyong imagines #taeyong scenarios #rockstar au #journalist au #yuta nakamoto #nctcreations

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zuholymama · 4 years

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D-1 (M)

SF9 AU, takes place in The Purge universe.

Pairing: Zuho x OC (Female)

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut

The smell of coffee pierced through her nose, waking Yuna up from her deep slumber. She fluttered her eyes open, realizing the sun lights have filled in her pearly colored bedroom. The first thing that she did was turning over to her side, to find the man she spent the night with wasn’t there.

“It’s cold…” Yuna noted in her head when her hand touched the empty sheet. However, the familiar coffee scent gave her a sense of comfort.

The red hair pulled away her blanket, bringing her feet to touch the comfort of the wool rug below. Only wearing her panties, she brought her naked body to the bathroom for a quick tooth brushing and a face wash. Closing the tap, Yuna looked at the mirror to see the ‘artwork’ her lover painted on her neck and shoulders.

“Hmph.” The woman smirked in satisfaction. She tied up her short hair before she walked back into the bedroom to find her partner’s black shirt was hanging on top of the sofa by the window. She didn’t hesitate to wear it, just like always.

Walking to the kitchen, she found her boyfriend was standing by the counter, making two cups of coffee. A latte for the red hair, hot americano for the blonde.

The tall man realized her presence and it brought a sweet smile on his face.

“Good morning, baby.” His deep voice called out to her, exciting her more than he realized.

“Morning to you too, Juju.” She smiled as she sat across from him on the ceramic counter, feeling the cold stone under her bare thigh. “When did you wake up?”

“Half an hour ago, I guess.” The blonde man tilted his head, looking like he was thinking too hard about it. It’s silly, Yuna thought. But that’s her silly man. “Rowoon’s gonna come here soon.”

“For the gun?”

“Mmhm.”

Yuna merely nodded, easily acknowledging his partner’s closest friend will come for a visit. She took a glance on the wooden table in the living room where the silver suitcase was sitting on.

“You look sexy, by the way.” Juho said out of the blue, making her turn to face his way. Yuna could see his small smirk and his predatory eyes on her. “I think this is going to be my new favorite look.”

“You always say that every morning, baby.” The red hair scoffed.

“I know, but that’s my current favorite shirt. You look great in it. I’m serious.”

Rolling her eyes, Yuna laughed and took the cup of finished latte near him for a sip. “Mm, that’s delicious.”

Juho proceeded to drink his own, checking to see if she’s right. Not like he had to doubt it. He had always been confident in his coffee brewing skill.

As he was taking a sip, Juho took a peek of his girlfriend. His attention went to the marks he left on her fair skin, the proof of their ‘war’ from last night. The sight alone had woken up his slumbering desire.

Perhaps rather than a slumber, more like a nap. He got excited too easily.

“Like what you see?”

He merely raised his thin eyebrow.

“Seriously?” The woman laughed, amused with how he responded. “What are you thinking about, hm?”

Putting down his glass, Juho hummed as his palms both rested flat on top of the counter. His dark eyes were staring right back at Yuna, silently telling her his intention.

“Do you want me to say it?” The blonde man smirked, giving the woman a sudden tingle between her legs.

“Go ahead.” She said, acting tough in front of him even though she knew it’s futile. Juho could always see through her. His sharp eyes weren’t for nothing.

What she didn’t expect was when Juho started walking around the island, approaching her and stood right in front of her. Both of his arms caged the woman in her place, like a wolf keeping his prey. His face lifted up to stare right into her pair of brown eyes, close enough for him to slightly licked his small lips for a lowly whisper.

“I was wondering if I should show off my artwork here to my best pal later when he comes in…” He whispered. Each of his words were dripping like honey, slowly seeping down into her core. He brought his face closer towards her ear, continuing to speak about the things to embarrass her, “because suddenly I feel like bragging… I told you, you look hot this morning, baby.” He finished with a lick on her earlobe.

Yuna couldn’t hold in her groan. Juho’s deep voice and her ear had always been her weaknesses. Combining those two to wreck up her composure was a sure-kill. Her body was shivering all over, thinking about the scenario where Rowoon would see the bite marks and hickeys on her skin. Just thinking about it makes her feel embarrassed, where would she put her pride next?

Yet, she couldn’t deny the excitement that had been pooling under her panties.

“What’s wrong? What are you thinking… hm?” Juho grinned, biting his lip to suppress his giggles. “Do you think I don’t see your thighs acting weird?”

“Juho…” The woman finally let out a breathless whisper, she seemed to be letting the heat taking her over. That immediately turned the switch on for him.

“Spread out your legs.” The blonde man commanded. With his tone, there was no way she could say no.

Yuna did as she was told. She knew it was no use to hold it in. Now sitting properly on the edge of the counter, she let her legs dangling and spread them wide, enough to make a room for the beast to settle in. Her core was throbbing for contact, desperate to feel the touch she needed.

“Good girl.” Juho said before he started to kiss her gaping pink lips to seal her up, tasting the bitter drips of coffee he made before. The kiss was deep, feverish, and needy, eliciting sweet moans from within his lover’s throat. Both of Yuna’s hands were tugging on his short hair, slightly pulling the short strands and sucessfully making his pants bulging with need. His woman wanted him as much as he did.

Without breaking the kiss, Juho brought his hand to her entrance, rubbing the fabric to feel how wet she was.

“It’s soaked already.” The man grinned, feeling proud of his power over her.

“Thanks to you.” Yuna told her man, furthering to stroke his ego. But it was the truth. Juho could always find a way to break into her barriers. People said she was hard-willed, stubborn. Not with Baek Juho. She could never resist him. “Why don’t you do something about it?” She challenged with a teasing smirk.

“As if I wasn’t about to.” He darkly chuckled.

He proceeded to pull away her panties, throwing it near his feet and then proceeded to stroke her bare clit with his digit. Yuna immediately threw her head back. Her legs spread wider than before without control. His touch had always been welcomed whenever he wanted to.

Looking at her reaction, Juho started pushing in his long middle finger, successfully bringing out his lover’s sweet moan. His digit slid in easily because of how wet she was that she was dripping on the counter itself.

“Fuck, baby…” The woman cursed, feeling good with how he pumped his finger in and out.

“You’re so fucking wet hahaha.” The blonde man pointed out, looking at how his finger’s slicked with her wet sex. He then put the second finger in, knowing only one could never please her enough.

She moaned louder, whimpering and trembling with pleasure. She fluttered her eyes open, looking down to see how deep Juho’s fingers inside of her and it turned her on so much. Yuna went to halfway unbuttoned her shirt, seeking for the freedom of her burning, rosey skin. The oversized satin shirt easily fell off her shoulders, just enough to give Juho a view of her bare cleavage.

“F-faster…” The red hair whimpered. Her hips started to move according to his phase.

“Someone’s needy.” The man merely chuckled.

“Shut up and do it already!” The woman hissed in desperation.

What she didn’t expect was when her jaw was roughly grabbed by the other hand of her lover, forcing her to face his cold gaze and smirk. The sight of his face and the close proximity made her heart raced, like she was chased by wolves at night. The digits inside of her stopped moving, telling her who was currently in charge.

“That was disrespectful…” Juho muttered, low enough to send delicious shiver down her spine, “I don’t feel like giving you control. If you want it, you have to beg me.”

His words made her inner walls pulsated with need. She unknowingly clenched around his fingers, seeing how dominating her lover was to her. Usually, she would be in charge. He had always given her the freedom and control over him. But it seemed like Juho’s inner beast wouldn’t let her have her way this morning. She loved it when his big hand grabbed her jaws, she loved it when he spoke to her in this manner.

It felt like he really owned her.

Yuna had no choice but to obey.

“P... please…” The woman said, trying to make herself clear.

“Please what, Yuna?”

“Please… go faster…”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Oh God please just fuck me now already! I need you!” She shouted, finally lost her last bit of patience. Not like she had any in the first place.

“You’re unbelievable…” Juho shook his head. Suddenly, the bell rang once. Both of them immediately looked towards the front door. “That must be Rowoon.” The man grinned, amused with how things turned out. “That’s convenient. Come down.”

“Huh?”

“I said come down. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Getting her hand dragged towards the front door, Yuna was pushed to face the door with both of her hands on it. Before she could protest, Juho closely whispered from behind, threatening and needy.

“Don’t make a sound.”

“Wh-mmph!!”

Automatically bringing her hand to cover her mouth, Juho went to grope both of her tits as he rubbed his bulge on her ass. He pulled both of her perked-up nipples, making her pussy throbbing mad with desire. Pool of tears threatened to spill by the corner of her eyes, but Yuna quickly shut them off.

“You’re excited?” The man giggled, amused with how his woman was reacting to his touch. He leaned down to kiss the daisy tattoo on her bare nape, lightly sucking and licking off her reddened fair skin. His finger moved down to rub circles on her sensitive clit again, just to make her feel more miserable by each second. Juho pushed two of his fingers inside of her again just to find her completely drenched even more than before. Her juices even slowly fell off her thighs.

“Try checking on the peephole. Who is it?” Juho whispered from her behind again, his breath a little bit ragged from excitement but both of his fingers didn’t stop pumping in and outside of her.

Doing as she was told, Yuna weakly checked on the peephole to see who it was.

It’s indeed who they thought it was.

“It-it’s Rowoon…”

“Then we better make it quick, hm?”

The man pulled down his short black pants for his cock to spring free. Grabbing his rod, he positioned it in front of her flooding entrance.

“Remember, Yuna. Keep it down.” He whispered for the last time before pushing his dick inside in one go.

“Mm-mmph!?” Her restrained whimpers muffled behind her hand. The indescribable pleasure, the feeling of his whole dick inside of her was fulfilling. Adding the situation where they were basically doing this in front of his best friend. She couldn’t deny how excited she felt despite of how kinky it was.

“Sshh… keep quiet, baby…” Juho whispered again, “Unless you want him to know how I fuck you good, then be my guest.”

“He knows… you do already…”

“Only from what I said… Not actually witnessing it.”

Juho’s fingers moved down towards Yuna’s slit, rubbing it slowly as he began to move his hip. His pace started slow, making sure that her pulsating walls could receive him well. The blonde man hissed, feeling his length inside of her drenched core was overwhelming.

“Fuck, Yuna…” The man let out a rough grunt. One of his hand moved to fondle her tits while the other hugged her waist, keeping her straight in her place. His pace began to get unforgiving, the sound of skin slapping echoed across their whole condo.

“J-ju… ho--!” His name spilled out of her desperate mewl. Yuna felt like her head was spinning. She couldn’t handle the rush of pleasure that was building up within her core. Her lover kept fucking her mercilessly as his hand roughly was groping on her tits, pinching her nipple just to make her go insane. Her mind raced back to Rowoon who was standing in front of the door, oblivious with all of what’s happening beyond it, making her worry yet excited at the same time.

The bell rang again, making Yuna opened her eyes wide.

“Juho? Yuna? You there?”

Their guest called them out from the other side.

“Shit—” She cursed under her breath.

“Calm down. Tell him to wait.”

“Are you crazy!?” Yuna lowly hissed, a bit befuddled by Juho’s absurd order.

“There’s no way I’m stopping now,” the man pulled back his hand to spank her butt cheek once, making her yelp in surprise and scared at the same time, “not when we’re just getting in the best part?”

‘Baek Juho is a fucking demon’, that’s what Yuna was telling herself. But sometimes, that thought perish whenever he pampered her with kisses and head pats, when he makes her coffee, when he giggles over her corny jokes. This moment is when she felt regret was slowly creeping up her spine for actually not keeping that thought permanently.

The demon started to continue his unforgiving thrusts again, forcing Yuna to bite her lip to hold in her mewls. Despite of the distraction, Yuna managed to pry her mouth open to speak with the idle guest behind the door.

“R-Rowoon! Could you wait for 5 minutes!?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Uhm--! There’s something we have to—Mmh!” The red hair let out a careless moan when she felt Juho was biting on her shoulder. His thrust didn’t get any slower but instead doing the opposite of it. Yuna could swear she was seeing stars. How could she possibly think about any excuses when her head was occupied with the hard cock that’s ramming her core?

“Yuna? Are you guys okay??”

“W-we’re okay! C-cockroach! There’s a cockroach we need to kill!!”

“Heh. Pun intended?” Juho giggled from behind, amused with how she came up with her lie.

“Oh shit, seriously!? Good luck then!”

Of course it worked. Rowoon’s afraid of cockroaches, just like Juho. Hard to believe a guy who looked like this and currently making her go crazy was afraid of any bugs.

“Fuck.” Juho inwardly cursed as he pulled out his cock, making Yuna confused with the sudden change, “Turn around.”

Doing as she was told albeit confused, Yuna was met with a feverish deep kiss. She slinked both of her arms around his neck as Juho hoisted her up against the door. He put in his length inside of her again, sealing her moans with his lips. He could feel how hard she was gripping on his hair and shoulders. Their hot ragged breaths mingled with one another, eyes burning into each other’s. Everything was a blur around them, filled with nothing but the sound of their love making. The two completely forgot that someone else existed behind that door. They had each other and the heat of pleasure was the only thing that matters inside their mind.

“I-I’m gonna cum—“ Yuna said between her worn-out breaths.

“Go ahead, baby.” Juho encouraged her as he planted heated kisses on her shoulders. He didn’t slow down his pace, making sure his woman kept her heightened soon-to-be climax around, “You can bite my shoulder.”

She didn’t hesitate. Hugging her lover’s chest as tight as she could, Yuna buried her teeth on Juho’s shoulder, holding in her moan as she felt her wave of climax came undone. The woman greatly trembled under his firm hold, feeling nothing but a blissful sensation.

“Bear with me for a sec, I’m almost there.”

“W-wait, baby, I just c—a-ahn!”

Before she had the chance to protest, Juho continued to thrust inside of her walls again, feeling it slicked with her climax juices. It instantly just felt better because of how erotic the sound her walls made whenever he pushed in and out. The man groaned that he accidently head-butted the door due to the overflowing pleasure. The two couldn’t careless anymore. That definitely made a sound loud enough to the guy they had forgotten.

“I’m cumming—” Thrusting his cock faster to quickly reach that climax, Juho kissed Yuna again to keep his loud groan sealed within her lips. He finally let out his seeds inside, making sure he emptied out his bank. Yuna could only whimper under his deep kiss as she felt his cum dumped within her core. It felt really hot inside of her. It was so good and fulfilling that she kept locking him within her legs, making sure that he had his share.

Slowly pulling out of her entrance, Juho gently let Yuna down to stand on her own. She was a bit wobbly at first but soon enough she regained her balance.

“Babe, you’re too much… Hahaha.” Yuna said when she felt her lover’s cum threatened to spill out of her.

Gently kissing her sweaty forehead, Juho rubbed her rosy cheek softly with his thumb before he told her to wash up.

“Go take a shower first. I’ll take care of Rowoon.”

“Okay. I love you. And that was fun.” She smiled and gave him a quick soft peck on his cheek before she walked back towards their bathroom.

“Love you too, baby.”

After pulling up his pants back, Juho opened the door to let his friend in who seemed to be… not amused?

“’Sup, Rowoon.” The blonde called out to his friend as if nothing out of ordinary just happened.

Looking at his friend’s appearance from head to toe, Rowoon merely clicked his tongue. “Yeah, right. ‘Cockroach’ my ass.” The taller man in white shirt rolled his eyes as he walked past his friend. “You sweat this much for a cockroach hunt? You think I don’t see that fresh mark?”

Automatically bringing his hand to the place where Yuna bit him before, he just proved his friend’s point even further.

“My bad. Anyways, your gun’s right there.”

Walking towards the table for the silver, Rowoon sat down to open it for checking the goods inside.

“.357 magnum revolver. 30 bullets. Just as you requested.” Said Juho as he stood behind while crossing his arms. “If there’s anything else you want, feel free to tell me.”

Nodding in approval, Rowoon closed the case back and locking it securely.

“Thanks, Zuho.”

“You’re not gonna count the bullets first?”

“Nah, I gotta go. We’ve done this a countless time and you never disappoint.”

“Well… if you say so.” The blonde smiled, a bit happy to know how much his friend trusted him. “Good luck for tomorrow’s hunt.”

“How about you two?”

“Hm… We don’t really feel like joining this year.” Juho raised his eyebrow, hissing to find the right words for his reason, “No one has pissed me off enough to get killed.”

“Ho…? Really, now?” Rowoon grinned in amusement.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You used to do it just for fun.” The taller man stood up and then turned to face him. His black eyes glinted, showing deeper meanings of his words, “Like I do.”

Juho’s sharp eyes stared at him back. The way Rowoon smirked at him made him want to punch his perfect teeth in. This guy deliberately tried to bait him despite of his apparent unwillingness to join The Purge.

Still, not enough to kill him. Rowoon’s still a friend.

Forcing a smile on his small lips, Juho moved sideways as a sign for his guest to leave. “Don’t you have somewhere to go, Rowoon?”

“Pffft, relax, man. That was a joke. Stay safe, then.”

“Mm.”

After closing the door, Juho let out a sigh. He walked back towards the island where he last put his coffee. Luckily still a bit warm, Juho sipped it again to collect himself together. He closed his eyes, remembering the murders he had done with Yuna in the last year’s Purge and the rest from before then.

He was done with The Purge. He got tired of it. No more killing for fun. He preferred watching the world burn from the side way, just sit back and enjoy the show.

Fin.

#sf9 smut #fantasylibrary #sf9 zuho #sf9 rowoon #sf9 #sf9 fanfiction #zuholymama writes #lol is the moodboard misleading?#i actually didn't plan to write this in this AU but my brain just farted

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Could you please write an imagine where the reader is visiting Asgard with Thor, and that’s where she meets Loki? She is very intrigued by him or something, and starts liking him, but denies it? - requested by @netflixandchill06

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader

You didn’t know where you were exactly, one moment you were sitting within the library of stark tower reading catcher in the rye by the fireplace with the curtains drawn as the muffled sound of a clock ticking could be heard in the background as you were lost within the little paperbacked realm you held within your hands only to be flat on your ass upon a what looked to be a crystallised rainbow quartz bridge that appeared to correspond to physical contact by upping its brightness a tad.

Let’s not mention about the towering mass of constructed gold that sat a way aways from you, emulating an air of royalty and superiority as it shimmered and shined beneath the golden sun, casting its massive shadow over the remainder of the kingdom almost as if they were under constant observation by a corrupt king but you couldn’t overlook the beauty of it either; it was so surreal, so ethereal that you swore that if you tried to reach out, the whole fanciful mirage would fade away and you’d be back in the library once more.

“(Y/n) (l/n)?” A deep monotonous voice called upon you, yanking you out of the self made trance by casting their shadow over you so that when you finally looked up you were greeted by a striking pair of burning ember orbs that seemed to glow. “...yes...that is I...” You cringed at the sound of your voice that clearly betrayed the level-headedly calm emotion you wanted to portray only to come out as a ‘I’m about to fucking shit myself fam where am I?!’ Voice...you must sound so fucking pathetic to this hulking ember eyed person in the golden suit of armour that shimmered and shined as brightly as the place from before.

The man only raised a brow at this before turning to set his attention on the something that was apparently imerging behind you with a blank face with such intensity that would’ve made you wished the bridge swallowed you whole right here right now, you couldn’t find it within yourself to turn around as you were still scared stuff by the towering male before you along with the fact that you were in a unidentifiable area with no recollection of how you got there in the first place but thank fuck that you could understand them or else you would’ve been screwed greatly.

“I’ve been expecting your arrival Thor but I didn’t think it’d be this soon nor you bringing a comrade at that or I would’ve made preparations.” He casted you a gaze for a split second.

Thor? Thor Odinson? As in the same Thor as your avengers teammate Thor? Thor as in the Thor who eats out your pop tart stash within two days Thor? God of thunder, prince of Asgard Thor? Her took you here without your concent?!?!? AN INDECENT THING OF HIM TO DO, DOESN’T HE KNOW CONCENT IS KEY?!? Okay you were being dramatic but I think you’ve gained the permission to do so at this moment wouldn’t you say so?

“Ah apologies Heimdall, I just recalled a memory of which includes (y/n) here,” the golden locked deity slapped a hand upon your shoulder with such force that you swore the rainbow quartz bridge had cracked but then again you were relieved that you were on your else or else you would’ve been sent halfway through the bridge right now, “confessing one day that they’ve never been to Asgard before so I wanted to surprise them by giving them a grand tour of the palace to get them acquainted with foreign grounds.”

‘That was during a team game night of never have I ever...I don’t even remember half of the shit that went down that night and that is the first thing he remembers? Do asgardians have better memory then us?’ You thought to yourself as you stared up at Thor with a ‘how did you remember that’ look only to get a cheeky grin in return. Heimdall nodded in understanding, pointing a finger towards what you suspected was the end of the bridge with such a straight face the you wonder if the muscle structure within his face was removed as a child because you couldn’t hold a straight face when being accused of painting hello kitties all over caps sheild and tonys Ironman suit out of pure boredom. It was a talent for sure.

“There are, conveniently, two horses saddled and ready to escort you both to the palace whenever your ready.”

Oh fuck, your screwed.

The last time you’ve ridden an animal was when you were a child at the beach where they were giving out free donkey rides, your ass was gonna get a hammering of a lifetime so your mentally preparing to tape two bags of ice to your battered ass cheeks for when you get back to base.

Thor didn’t seem to take notice of your fearful face as he smiled brightly at Heimdall before carefully yanking you up from the ground with ease, dragging you away from Heimdall, who was already making his way back towards a golden dome without sparing a second glance back and before you knew what was happening you were stood at the end of the rainbow quartz bridge, staring at the sight of a strong stallion with a white coat and a blonde mane and a grey mare with a black braided mane staring you both down with their differentiating eyes, making you even less enthusiastic about all this.

“You ready (y/n)?” Thor asked from upon his trusty steed in the correct position and posture that indicated that this wasn’t his first rodeo with horse ridding, the reigns laxed within his hands as he watched you with slight amusement dancing in his cerulean blue eyes as you struggled to get your foot into the stirrup and tussling around to get a more comfortable position, which to your figuration was pretty much impossible upon a horses back, shooting the muscled male a less then convincing smile, internally screaming at yourself to get off before it was too late and that you could just walk the rest of the way like Jaskier from the Witcher since Geralt wasn’t the type to let anyone else who wasn’t him to ride Roach, your palms began sweating furiously as your body wracked with nerves and anxiety.

“Yeah, ready as ever pal...” but knowing the deity for a while you knew that he has troubles picking up on ques such as this and urged his horse down the dirt path in a successful gallop with relative ease while you stayed stuck for a good 5 minutes before you took down down the track in a slow trot...this was gonna be a hefty journey wasn’t it?

-timeskip-

Hours of ass hankerings and almost falls later you and Thor have made it to the towering mass of gold that you now know was the asgardian palace, Thor’s home, lucky bastard; As you pulled up to the stables, two servants came rushing out towards you and Thor, hands out ready to take the well trained horses from your hands but before you could wave them off and tell them you could take care of it, which was an absolute bullshit lie because you hated having people do mundane shit you know damn well you were fully capable of doing, Thor managed to steer you into the palace through its winding complex hallways you could easily get lost within without a guide, gaining some stares from passing maids and servants alike who must’ve thought you were his next conquest or something which made your stomach regurgitate and send an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

You only thought of Thor as a brother, a friend at best so when people assume that you were something more because you had great chemistry with each other grinds your gears and forced you to suppress the urge to vomit. Unknowing of where you were supposed to be heading exactly you piped up your enquirees in a unnerving tone, “Thor? Where are we going exactly... asking for a friend I.e me.”

Thor laughed at this before vaguely responding with, “To introduce you to a someone whom I hold in high regard of course.” His walk slows down gradually when nearing a large set of double doors with golden handknobs at the end of the hallway with a plaque that read ‘biblioteket.’ It must be a library or something since you remembered Thor telling you how since Asgard didn’t rely on electronics they would have books for entertainment or go to pubs for a laugh, which to you sounded like a fever dream considering how everyone had their noses stuck in their phones nowadays, wasting away perfectly good opportunities.

Thor opened the mahogany door by the cool golden doorknob, letting go of your shoulder as to let you inside first like a gentlemen, escourting you deeper into the ginormous room as a wave of musky old book smell hit you like a freight train as if the extensive collection of books didn’t knock you off your feet leaving you with a dropped jaw as you stared around the room in wonder as you all you could fathom in that moment was that you were in literature heaven as far as your eyes could see was bookshelves amongst bookshelves ram packed with every book imaginable not to mention ancient spell books, history books in their natural transcription only took your breath away.

If you thought Stark library was impressive upon first glance well the Asgard palace had it bested hands down, you could waste away your days here and feel accomplished, it was sad that nowadays everything was digital so books were now becoming modern day relics essentially but you enjoyed reading the old fashioned way because it felt as if you were actually holding something magical within your hands, something special that could transport you anywhere you heart desires instead of holding a electronic device that everyone alive had possession of it couldn’t beat the feeling you’d always get when opening a new book ready to start another journey, never in a million life times.

Too speechless to speak you just let your body wander between aisle after aisle of paperback to hardback books in wonder, not bothering to check if Thor was following after you as you were long gone by the spectacle of beauty that surrounded you, books from any time period possible from Shakespeare to Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Tolkien, R.L Stein, Derek Landy, George R.R. Martin, J.K Rowling to modern classics.

You felt like Belle when she saw Beasts private library, awestruck, you didn’t think a thousand lifetimes could even scratch the surface of reading every last book within the facility no matter the reading difficulty but you could damn as well try, plus the library didn’t have that many occupants anyway so reading in utter silence couldn’t be anymore easier then breathing.

“Impressed by our exstensive array of books I see?” A silky smooth voice spoke up from behind you, dripping in amusement and slight cockiness that you only heard from a certain genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist back at home...you remembered a time in your life refusing to call the avengers base home, claiming it was the hill you were willing to die upon but the you you were all those years back is not the same exact person you were today; you sure have changed from that stubborn headed individual who refused to confined to shit, it was nuts really but not out of the ordinary because the you you were yesterday isn’t the same you you are today or however the saying goes, you didn’t have the best memory.

Turning around you saw a slim built of a male with a knack for the colours of green, black and gold, (and leather apprently) an ivory complexion blessed with high cheekbones, elegant jawline that’s not to sharp yet not too soft just the right middle ground, perfectly sculpted nose but the selling point was his piercing jade eyes that had specks of cerulean blue within them as the sunlight refracted from a nearby widow had shown you, his face framed by the silkiest head of onyx locks you’ve seen cascaded down to gradually rest on top his broad shoulders with grace.

You didn’t think he was real upon first glance due to his ethereal balance of masculine and feminine qualities but here he was, present before you in the flesh, sat on a royal purple plush couch, leather bound book resting upon his lap, gently caressed by long, nimble piano fingers.

“W.....who are-“

“Loki Laufeyson at your service,” Loki gave a little mock bow from his place as best as he could with a fraction of a smile, “who may you be little dove?” He asked with what others may’ve assumed was a condescending look in his mischievous eyes but in fact was a look of pure intrigue and curiousness, head slightly titled to the side made him look somewhat adorable in your eyes for some reason. Mentally ridding yourself of that thought you exaggerated a curtsy as you introduced yourself, putting on the most poshest voice you could imitate.

“I’m (y/f/n), full time avenger and part time bookworm.”

Something within your exaggerated introduction must’ve tickled the handsome mans funny bone as his tight lipped mouth curled up into a smirk of sorts as a light rumble of laughter filled the air, echoing off the walls. Even his laugh was elegant, you thought that sort of feet was near enough inhumanly possible as you either get ugly laughs or average joe laughs but he was just smashing through your expectations as if they were made out of paper machae.

“At least one of you imbeciles has a sense of humour.” He said as he finally calmed down, shooting you a small genuine smile.

“I take it you don’t dish out such kind hearted compliments much?” You sarcastically inquired the jade eyed enchanter with vague innocence, still entranced by his laugh from earlier and you could already assume that he rarely laughed as much as he did today then in his entire lifetime.

The raven haired male chuckled once more replying, “even if I did people are quick to assume I’m after something and are on immediate awareness other then that it’s usually used as a empty sarcastic retort.”

“It seems you can’t win everyone over.” “Especially if your the god of mischief and lies, then no, you can’t.”

There was a beat of silent of silence between the two of you as you found yourself engaged in a starting contest with the deity, taking the chance to admire his sun soaked features that gave you the feeling that your only witnessing what he wants you to witness, hiding another side to him that he didn’t seem all that keen on, something that is hung over his head like a constant reminder of an ugly truth he wished was fictional but sadly was the solid truth; he was hiding a side he considers unbearable, inhuman and most of all...unloveable.

For some reason within your chest, deep down, you felt an unfamiliar tightness that was neither constricting nor too loose, a feeling you’ve never really had in the presence of others really. You felt as if you were the MC of a poorly written romance novel that thought it was gonna make it big but is yet to escape the coverage of the authors mothers basment. Where

the love interest, Male/female, oh most defiantly straighter then uncooked pasta, and the main character, Male/female with the straightness of an nail, having a ‘moment’ staring deep into each other’s eyes after spending half of the plot either eye fucking each other from a distance or arguing with each other, building up sexual tension in the most cringest way possible by having them touch each other in what you suppose to suspect was ‘intimate.’ Before coming together in a sloppy ass kiss that makes you cringe and turn your head away, most preferably in the rain for some dramatic crap; but then again there were times like this that were ruined by an unnamed side character who’s somehow connected to either mc or love interest in order to keep people interested in their inevitable hook up and in this scenario that unnamed character was a naive blonde by the name of...

“Thor, what brings you here.” Loki seemingly spat out poisonously, jade eyes narrowing into slits at the very person who had to hog all the spotlight with his hulking mass, leaving no room whatsoever for his lean yet muscled little brother an ounce of warm light to soak in, to be cast away into the shadows, coddling a baby flicker of emerald fire between his hands in hopes that one day it’ll get bigger and stronger to power through the frost bitten criticism along the way.

“I came here with (y/n) to show them around Asgard and introduce them to you but it seemed that your already well acquainted with one another.” The battleborn deity looked between his beloved brother and his beloved teammate awkwardly as if he had just intruded on something sacred, something souly crafted to suit you and the god of mischief.

Unable to withstand the awkwardness, Thor bids his brother a farewell before taking you by the arm once more to lead you back out of the fanciful room of literature, leaving you no time to bid the entrancing Loki and the magnificently magical room adue but he was sure to send you a little farewell wave with his fingers as emerald magic materialised around them and his book, hoisting it back onto the bookcase before yanking a new one down as the Mahogany doors came to a close behind you.

“Sooo,” Thor drew out teasingly, nudging you with his broad shoulder a little too roughly leaving you stumbling as you strolled through the complex hallways to what you could presume was going to be your next pit stop of the grand tour, “you and Loki seemed quite...intrigued with one another so it seems.”

Your face flushed candy apple red as the sense of embarrassment encased your being, averting your eyes to the spectacularly clean flooring as to not see the smug look upon Thor’s face; oh most defiantly ready to talk his brother up for a potential suitor, all behind his brothers back no less.

“He’s...He’s just an interesting guy, nothing more nothing less.” You quickly denied, making him let out his thunderous laugh as he threw an arm around your shoulder, ruffling you hair playfully.

“Yeaaaaaahhhh....sure, you keep telling yourself that.”

#marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #loki imagine #loki imagines #loki x reader #mcu imagines #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson imagines #loki laufeyson imagine #heimdall #thor odinson

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theguineapig3 · 4 years

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Goodness and Love Colloyd Week 2020, (Late) Day 6: “Goodness and love will always win.” Words: 1778 Genre: Childhood Fluff

The moment Lloyd first fell in love with Colette was when he realized that she embodied the Dwarven Vows more perfectly than anyone he knew… and she didn’t even have to memorize them.

When Dirk had first insisted that Lloyd go to school, he resisted. Normally Lloyd only went into town only when the two of them needed supplies- he didn’t like being away from Noishe, but at least he had his dad with him. But at ten years old, Dirk decided that Lloyd was old enough to go back and forth to Iselia on his own and insisted that he enroll in the local school. “There’re things in this world ya need to know that I cannae teach ya,” he’d said, and while Lloyd was initially excited to interact with the other kids, that excitement faded quickly.

Lloyd was an outsider, unable to break into the already-established friend groups. He hadn’t had the same schooling they’d had, so he was behind in all of the lessons. And the teacher, an old man with a penchant for slapping hands with his wooden ruler, had no sympathy for those who fell behind. So, when after two long years, the teacher announced his retirement, Lloyd was the first one to wish him well. The young elf woman who replaced him was just as strict, but in Lloyd’s eyes, she was fair with her strictness. She tailored lessons and assignments to her students’ abilities and recognized their potential, and when she was strict with Lloyd, it was because she wanted him to succeed. She made coming to school so much easier.

It wasn’t the new teacher that improved things the most, however. It was the little elf boy who was now sitting in the first row. Lloyd hadn’t been the only loner, of course- the quiet, clumsy blonde girl who sat near the front was always looked at by her classmates with more reverence than friendship. But she was the Chosen, the one who would one day defeat the Desians and regenerate the world, and if the Iselian students weren’t worthy to speak to her, the Dwarven country boy shouldn’t even consider it. After one lunch period, Lloyd and the loudmouthed pipsqueak that the Professor had brought with her became fast friends. It made Lloyd feel bad for the lonely looking girl who shared her lunch with the local dogs instead of other kids.

Show-and-tell was one of Lloyd’s favorite school activities, where students had a chance to show off items from home. He’d already shown some of his craft projects in previous weeks, things like wood carving and carpentry that he’d learned from his dad. This time, to show off in front of the new teacher, he’d recited the first one-hundred and fifty Dwarven Vows. ...of course, he only got through one-hundred and twelve before Professor Raine cut him off for time, but he was proud of himself nonetheless. Genis, who’d assured Lloyd the day before that his show-and-tell would blow Lloyd’s out of the water, had given a pretty basic display of kendama tricks. Sure, the kendama was difficult to handle, but Lloyd felt certain he’d won.

Lloyd never got the chance to brag, though.

About halfway through the afternoon, one of the students in the middle of the classroom got caught playing with the slide puzzle he’d brought to show off. Raine was quick to confiscate it from him and scold him for not paying attention. He wasn’t going to take it lightly, though, and shot back a rebuttal.

“That’s not fair!” the boy protested, pointing to the front of the class at Genis. “You let him play with the kendama!”

Raine shook her head. “Genis’ kendama helps him focus. You, on the other hand, are being distracted. I’ll give you this back after class if you focus on the rest of the lesson.”

“....mmmhmmm…”

The boy sunk back into his chair, and Lloyd assumed that was the end of it. But after class, when Lloyd exited the schoolhouse, he saw the boy and a few of his pals standing over Genis. His blood boiled as he watched them push Genis to the ground.

“-think you’re so special just ‘cause you’re the teacher’s brother? Helps you focus, my ass!”

Genis was shielding his head, trembling as he tried to articulate a response. He had spirit for a seven-year-old, but even so, he was still too small to put up a decent fight without resorting to the magical spells his sister had forbidden him to use in the village. “I-it does! I-! I can’t-! I can’t pay attention without-!”

“Shut up!” Another of the boys started kicking. “When our parents hear about this favoritism, it’s over for you and your sister-”

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

Lloyd had been puzzling over what to do, and he was ashamed of his hesitation. It came from his dad’s repeated warnings not to get into a fight in the village- Dirk always said there was a reason “let’s all work together for a peaceful world” was the first Dwarven vow. However, another Dwarven vow, way up in the hundreds somewhere that Lloyd hadn’t memorized yet, said that “the first fault lies with he who commits and the second with he who permits.” If Lloyd did nothing, it would be just as bad as if he’d bullied Genis himself. And he could never do that to anyone, least of all his dear friend.

Lloyd grabbed the kicking boy and pulled him backward. The boy struggled against his grip, yelling something along the lines of “let go, you idiot hick Dwarf!” but Lloyd kept his grip firm. He waited for the original bully to come at him, but… he didn’t. Instead, there was a soft voice beside them that drew everyone’s attention.

“You guys… is everything okay?”

The surprise caused Lloyd to let go of the boy he was holding, and it gave Genis a chance to rise to his knees. “Colette!” the original bully gasped, taking a step back from Genis. “It’s not fair that this kid gets to play with toys in the classroom while nobody else does, right? You agree, right?”

Lloyd wasn’t used to hearing Colette’s voice, so he had no idea what he expected her to say. He was still surprised, though, when she completely dodged the question.

“You got new glasses, right? They look good.”

The bully appeared just as surprised, but his cheeks flushed and he smiled. “Yeah. My dad sent them from Palmacosta. They’re special order.”

“Can I see?” Colette held out her hands, and Lloyd fought back the urge to speak up. While she was distracting the others, Genis had taken the opportunity to flee back into the schoolhouse. Lloyd wanted to go comfort him, but he knew Genis’ sister could probably do a better job of both patching him up and comforting him, and his curiosity as to what Colette was trying to do was too strong.

The bully had handed his glasses over for Colette to examine, and she delightedly put them on, taking a moment to examine her surroundings. Her smile disappeared the longer she looked, however, and she let out a gasp.

“Whoa! These are… they’re not working right! I can’t see anything!” Colette removed the glasses again, looking them over. “Everything was so blurry. I couldn’t see people’s faces or read any of the signs. How can you even do schoolwork with these? I’m worried you could hurt yourself!”

The bully stepped toward her, holding out a hand. “No, see, they don’t work for everyone. They’re a special order for my eyes-”

“You need to get your dad to send them back! Tell him they made a mistake!” Colette held the glasses close to her chest. “I could do it. Maybe they’ll listen to me if I-”

The bully reached over, still vying for the glasses but trying not to touch her. “Everyone’s eyes are different. Glasses that work for my eyes might not work for someone else’s. My glasses are fine, okay?”

Colette’s smile returned in full force, with a look that gave Lloyd an odd, fluttery feeling in his stomach. She handed the glasses back with a nod.

“I get it. Everyone’s body is different. You have special glasses that help your eyes see, and the new kid has a toy that helps his brain focus. Thanks for teaching me about that- I can’t wait to tell the priests at the temple all about it!”

The bully’s face turned pale, as did those of his friends. They sent each other a look and then retreated.

“R-right…” The bully nodded and shot a glare toward Lloyd before running off. “...see ya tomorrow!”

There was a moment of quiet, the sounds of village life filling the space between them. Lloyd could feel his face heating up as he stared at the girl across from him, but she was distracted.

“-where did Genis go? Is he okay? I hope he’s not hurt too bad.”

“...that was really cool,” Lloyd finally spoke, though he processed what she’d said just a moment later. “I mean-! Genis went back into the school building. I’m sure the Professor is probably patching him up.”

“That’s a relief.” Colette sighed. “I still want to check on him, though. He’s so tiny, those guys could’ve really hurt him.”

“I wouldn’t have let that happen,” Lloyd replied, crossing his arms. “Picking on someone who can’t defend themselves is something only cowards do.”

“Is that a Dwarven Vow? You didn’t say it today in class.”

“No, it’s-” Lloyd stopped. “-wait, you were actually listening to those?”

“Of course!” Colette chimed. “They were all such good sayings. I loved all the ones about dogs.”

“There’s another one I didn’t get to. Dwarven Vow 132, feed a dog for three days and it’ll be grateful for three years.”

“Aw, that’s a good one!” The absolute joy in Colette’s voice made Lloyd briefly forget his concern for Genis, and he had to remind himself of the situation.

“Why don’t you come back into the school building? I want Genis and Professor Raine to know what you did for him.”

Colette twirled around toward the school. “I didn’t do anything special. It was you who stepped in. I was just thinking about your vows earlier. My favorite was the one toward the beginning… what was it… goodness and love will always win?”

“That one?! But it’s so cheesy-!”

His protest made Colette giggle, and the sound of her laughter sent another pang of emotion through Lloyd’s chest. He didn’t recognize it, but it felt good. No one had taken an interest in the Dwarven vows like that before, not even Genis. And, Colette may not know them all, but from what Lloyd could see, she embodied the heart of them.

He’d never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

#tales of symphonia #colloydweek2020 #fanfiction #colloyd #theguineapig3

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beautyandthewarcanons · 3 years

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Echo's Beacon: Part Five

[You can read part four here! BATW & DTTR characters belong to @poisonappletales !]

After breakfast, I decided to get some air, heading out of the manor alone to walk to town. It was about a mile or so, but there was no rush. It was a foggy morning, mist hanging about the air left over from the storm. It was late fall, so the trees stood barren, empty branches twisting and stretching outward. I made note to myself to come back and take some pictures later.

I finally approached the crossing, when I noticed something was off. Flashing lights and crews were gathered near the bridge area, and I wondered if some kind of accident had taken place. As I finally reached it, I approached a man who seemed to be with the crews there.

"Excuse me? Did something happen?" I asked as the man turned to address me.

"Yeah, bridge is completely out. Storm totalled it last night." He replied.

"Madam!" I heard a shout then, turning to see Bernard trying to get my attention. He came over to where I was standing, excusing himself from another crew member.

"Bernard, hey..." I met him halfway, glancing over at the space where a bridge once stood. "I can't believe this... I had no idea the storm was that bad."

"I have... some unfortunate news." Bernard sighed. "It seems that the township is not allowing civilians passage across either side until the bridge is completely restored."

"Okay... I mean, it shouldn't take more than a week, right?" I asked. "I can pay you extra if I need to stay another day or two-"

"They are estimating four weeks." Bernard cut me off.

My brows rose as I blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

"The workers are expecting the repairs to be completed no sooner than four weeks." Bernard repeated. I furrowed my brows, shaking my head. "But... how am I supposed to-... my job, and... I have to get my friends back home-"

"Kara, I don't want to trouble you with more worry. You needn't compensate me anything extra for your extended stay. This was out of anyone's control. There is plenty of food stocked in the house." He placed a hand on my shoulder. "I know this is a shock. This is why I wanted to speak to you personally. There is something I have to tend to, but if you should need anything, I implore you to seek me out. Now, there is a landline that I believe was set up just this morning- just there. You should be able to reach out to your contacts."

I nodded, still processing this. "Thank you Bernard... thank you so much."

"Of course. I'll do my best to check in and make sure you and your guests are faring well. Take care, madam." Bernard nodded once before taking his leave.

I glanced over at the space the bridge once stood, the sound of men shouting to one another and the clanging of tools and supplies blurred around me as I neared the edge, looking over the side to see a river of water raging below. The sound of its flow was deafening.

A few minutes later, the sound of ringing filled my ears. "Hello? Hi, this is Kara. Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you, I-... I've run into a bit of a problem. So... there was a really bad storm last night, totally unexpected, and it took out the only bridge back... they're not expecting it to be done for four weeks and I'm stuck here." A pause. "Yeah, obviously I'm not going to be able to- I'm stuck-" Another pause. "No, there's no way at this point." Another pause. "Wait- job sec- I've been with thr company almost three years, this is all out of my con-..." My mouth hung open for a moment. "... I understand. If anything changes, I'll try to reach out. Y- You too." I hung up the landline, running a hand through my hair. The sound of the water rushed back, making it sound like there was a river inside my ears.

Back at the house, Ambrosia was opening some drapes when she heard Bo Peep call for her. It took a moment to find her, and she was gleefully looking over the details of a model of the manor on a large table in the lounge. "It looks so real!" She exclaimed.

"Humans are so strange. Why would they make a small version of their own dwelling... inside their dwelling?" Viktor pondered aloud. "It seems like a great waste of time."

"I like it. Maybe I should have something like this crafted of the Villa." Barium said.

"Oh! You should definitely do that! Can you make a tiny version of me?" Bo asked.

"Anything for my ruby." Barium chuckled. Wind rolled his eyes.

"For once, I agree with the Hulder. This is stupid." He said.

"That's what happens when you leave something up to the human." Wildfire spat.

Before Ambrosia could say anything, I entered the house, both feeling and appearing stressed. I approached Barium upon spotting him. "Your grace, I need to speak to everyone, asap. Can I trouble you to help me round everyone up?"

"Sure, but is everything alright?" He asked.

"Not really. I'll explain everything once everyone is within earshot." I answered.

Barium nodded, calling Onyx. The dark-armoured man approached, his stance rigid.

"Awaiting orders, your majesty."

"I need your help gathering everyone into the sitting room." Barium said.

"Yes, your majesty." Onyx replied.

In the lounge, Chase had discovered the dart board, squinting one eye as he tossed a dart. It landed in the target's outer ring. "Aw, man."

Onyx entered the room, then. "Trold."

"Hang on, I'm concentrating." Chase replied.

"Your presence is requested in the sitting area by order of the King." Onyx ordered.

"Alright, let me just try one more of these- hey!" Chase exclaimed as Onyx grabbed his arm. "Alright, alright, what'd I do?!"

Once everyone was gathered, I took in a breath. "So... I have some news." I started.

"Are we going home?" Wind asked flatly.

"Sir Wind, please be nice." Ambrosia frowned.

"It's just a question, Ambrosia." Wind replied.

"Well, you're really not going to like the answer to that question." I said to Wind.

"Haah..." Wind sighed. "What is it?"

"The storm from last night took the bridge completely out. Only authorized crews are allowed to be transported across either side. Otherwise, civilians are going to have to stay put on whichever side they're on." I informed the group.

"So... no night partying?" Bo frowned.

"Not in town, no." I answered.

"Wait, you think we could party here?" Brooks laughed.

"Well, how long's it going to be out for?" X asked.

"Four weeks." I replied.

X lurched forward. "What?! Four weeks?!"

"Look, I know that this isn't the most ideal situation, but-"

"Didn't you look up the weather before bringing us all here, woman?!" X exclaimed.

"Mister X, having a fit isn't going to improve the current state of things." Arsenik spoke up.

"Look, I just got out of prison not to be stuck somewhere else!" X threw his hands up.

"X, I'm the one that bailed you out." I reminded him.

"A part of me is wondering if I was better off there."

"I can agree with ya there, pal." Wildfire said, rolling her eyes.

I rubbed my temples. "Anyway... I spoke to Bernard, and he was generous enough to allow us to stay here without charging anything extra. Also, we should have enough food to last us for the next few weeks. If we can all cooperate and NOT kill each other... maybe this vacation can still be enjoyable."

"Oh, thank goodness! I was worried that I'd starve!" Rosemary cried out with relief.

"It would be more enjoyable if I had someone to share my cabin fever with, darling..." Unknown chuckled.

"... Yeah, Unknown, I'm not inviting you on any more trips." I said flatly.

"You can count me out, too. Not sure why I even agreed to get myself stuck with all of you." Wind added.

Becoming increasingly frustrated, I turned, deciding to take some space in the dining room. Barium addressed the group, then.

"I'm going to make sure she doesn't need any help. Even though X and Unknown unfortunately don't fall under my jurisdiction, I'm expecting the rest of you to behave. There will be consequences if you don't." Wildfire rolled her eyes at this. "Like Kara said, we can still salvage this trip." He said before making his way into the dining room. He saw me hunched over at the table, scribbling something down. "Kara?"

My head popped up. "Oh- I'm sorry your grace, I didn't even see you-"

"Kara, I've told you before... you don't need to be so formal. Barium is fine." He smiled gently.

"Right. Sorry." I sighed.

"What can I do to help?" He asked. I knew I wasn't doing a great job of hiding my stress at that moment.

"I- I'll be fine. I just need to figure some things out-"

"I know you weren't getting great feedback there. The fact is... you had no control over the storm last night." I glanced up when I felt a hand gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Some of the locals were apparently saying that it was a freak storm. It wasn't anywhere in the weather forecast... to answer X's question from earlier." I said.

"So... what can I do to make you feel less overwhelmed." He asked.

"Not much. Unless you're going to give me a job, because I may not have one to go back to when all of this is said and done." I sighed.

"Kara, you are a dear friend of Virgo Island. If you need anything, even a place to stay, the Villa is always open to you."

I blinked. "Your gr- er, Barium... I couldn't ask that of you."

He chuckled. "You don't have to. I'm offering it to you."

"Thank you Barium... really. You're too generous." I smiled gratefully.

"You don't ask for enough. Now, let's see what I can do to cheer you up. The others may not think they have to listen to you, but most of them have to listen to me." He laughed, and I couldn't help but giggle with him. After all... he did have a point.

To be continued...

#beautyandthewar #poisonappletales #beauty and the war x playing pieces #beauty and the war #donttakethisrisk #ambrosia #dont take this risk #arsenik #unknown #horror #suspense #fanficion

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laughing-with-god · 5 years

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Pen Pal Final (Part One of Two)

Trigger warnings; gore, death, yandere, unhealthy behavior, shitty writing

Words; 5.7k

“I don’t want your hand. Part of me wants to set you on fire and hold you while the flame consumes both of us, to eat your heart so I know that only I possess it entirely.”

Living with a killer was never on your bucket list.

Given most people never quite lived to tell the tale.

And as you watched Jungkook trail alongside your bookshelf, glossy eyes analyzing every book title printed on the aged spines, you couldn’t help but conclude that you shouldn’t be any different.

You were going to die at the hands of this man in your own home. This wasn’t up for discussion. It was only a matter of time.

Optimism was a trait your sister held, meanwhile it was not ever your forte. If this was a perfect story, the survival instincts mixed with the adrenaline of having a murderer in your home would kickstart a reaction. A reaction to live. A reaction to fight back. A reaction to escape.

Yet self awareness was also a blessing and a curse at times like this.

You were all too aware of your major disadvantage.

You were a freak.

Crippled by your own mental disorder.

Trapped by your own paranoia.

How does one flee when you are perhaps even more terrified of what is outside rather than inside? Inside your apartment, you only had to deal with one sociopath. Outside of your apartment, countless others roamed free. Either way, you were fucked.

You caught yourself releasing a dry sob as you flopped your lifeless body onto the sofa, bleary eyes already looking up at the ceiling in mock prayer.

Have you ever felt so doomed that you were beyond any plan of action? That you just knew from within the deepest parts of you that all means of recovering were utterly futile? So you just sit there, and let the fear and sadness rock you into a paralyzed state. Not even bothering to fight back...

In this moment, if Jungkook were to waltz over and slit your throat to paint your living room ruby red...you’d have no objections. It was your fate.

“Plum, I see you have a cookbook here. Should we try a recipe tonight?”

His voice shook you to your core. Not because it was ultra deep, husky or growl-like. But because it was pleasant to the ear, which was the most terrifying part. How can such a wicked person have such a delightful tone? Did god like being a trickster by giving the most fucked up people such good looks and voices, the perfect weaponry to reel in future victims?

A tear trialed down your cheek, your orbs refusing to leave the heavens (or ceiling that was blocking your life line to a high power) as more wollowsome self-pity rang in your mind.

You heard an incoming of footsteps, the rythameric sound thundering in your ears. They were heavy, and the brief memory of his weight being 150 pounds found itself popping up once more. He was big…

And all that weight was suddenly thrust down next to you, another and smaller mass being placed onto your lap.

“You never did tell me what your favorite meal was.” He rumbled, the vibration next to you being almost surreal. At a major risk of breaking into another pattern of sobs, you peeked down to see what was placed upon you. It was the opened cookbook, the killers’ hand flipping through the pages and revealing pictures of gourmet meals along with instructions. The book was halfway on your lap and halfway on his.

“I like Italian food. How about chicken parmesan? Or maybe some tacos?” He trailed off, the casualty being reminiscent of someone discussing the weather or last night’s game.

If you were bold enough, you would have slapped him then and there. The audacity to just act as if you two were going to seriously make a meal together. It was like a hell-version of I Love Lucy, if Lucy was stuck in a loveless marriage and Ricky was an abuser ready to strike if she were to ever slip up.

“Plum?” He asked, sounding confused on your silence. Totally unaware of the inner pandemonium occupying your attention.

Faintly, you heard him. But still remained unresponsive, not ready for another dialogue of any sort.

You wondered why he kept calling you that. Would it even be worth asking? Did he purposefully enjoy the sweet, overly sugary nickname and the shivers it sent down your spine? Did he know how childish and degrading it was to be called that? Maybe that’s why he used it…

More silence passed.

“Y/n. You’re starting to worry me.” This was said in a more firm dialect, a tad deeper and authoritative than his signature breathy sound.

You decided to heed the warning.

‘Don’t poke the bear~.’ A voice in your head sing-songed. Whether it was the work of a higher-power or your stronger alter ego finally making an appearance, you didn’t know.

You cleared your throat, hoping your voice wasn’t shot to hell. “Yes?”

“We need to figure out what we’re doing for dinner baby.”

Baby.

Sugarplum.

What was next? Kiddo? Honey-munchkins? Sweetie pie?

Anything that put you on a babyish level was apparently the criteria for Jungkook to call you by something other than your name. Perhaps he liked the idea of you being young and dumb….Unaware and innocent like a child?

But innocence was almost laughable now.

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled.

A sigh was heard, one of disappointment. “Honey, you need to eat.”

You bit your lip.

Did you want to argue? No. You didn’t know his triggers and habits. For all you know, it could just take one wise comment before he’s strangling you and adding another victim to his figurative trophy case. Six became a scary number for you. Mental flashes of news anchors covering a story and labelling you the “sixth victim of the easter bunny” sparked a phobia of the number.

“Whatever you want to eat, I’m fine with.” You relented despite the stomach hurl that hit you after the words left your mouth.

Would you even be able to keep the food down?

“Okay then! How does a fancy mac n’ cheese sound?”

The weak must give into the strong.

You just nodded your head, the weight of it being almost too much to bear.

He snapped up and happily hummed, swaggering to your kitchen and declaring he needs to do an ingredients check.

Your fogged up orbs watched from your place on the couch as Jungkook whistled and opened your cupboards, swiftly inspecting everything that resided within them.

Black spots appeared in your vision.

The last thing you recall is Jungkook prying open your fridge before darkness stole your comprehension completely.

Your nostrils tingled.

Your tummy rumbled.

All that you were able to understand was the fact that you were very warm and something smelled very nice.

A heated cocoon surrounded your previously clammy frame, soothing the overworked nervous system into a pile of goo. You nuzzle your face closer into the fluffy cloud that your brain fails to identify what is most likely a pillow. Out of instinct, you lick your lips as more of that tantalizing aruma is wafted over to you. Nose and stomach working together to force your eyelids open, hoping to spot the object of your sudden hunger.

You were still on the couch. However you were now laid down with a blanket (which you recognized as having been from your room) tucking you in as a throw pillow was used to cushion your head.

As comfy as you were, the knowing that you had not fallen asleep like that caused you to jolt up in fear.

He had positioned you like that.

How could you have forgotten the killer roommate you have landed yourself with?

Were you really that idiotic to rest in the presence of him?

Or did you even fall asleep?

…..It felt more like you fainted while sitting down. Which could explain why Jungkook could’ve figured you fell asleep and decided to grace you with a blanket and pillow. There was no way you managed to lull off with all that dread and anxiety in your system.

“Sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up?”

His voice called out from the kitchen, where you suspected the smell to be stemming from.

You didn’t respond. Not knowing how to but also being too groggy to think strategically on how to foot the eggshells you had to walk on.

He emerged with two plates in hand, smiling in a way that showed off his rounded teeth and crinkled his puppy-like eyes. Whilst waltzing over, he said “I was really looking forward to cooking with you. But, you needed your rest so I understand. We always have tomorrow. You’re really adorable when you sleep you know? Even the drool…” His speech came to a halt when he plopped himself onto the floor below you, placing the duo of plates onto the coffee table.

“It was nice cooking after so long. I hope you like it. I put lots of thought into it.” A fork was handed to you.

You positioned your body closer to inspect the meal.

It appeared to be normal….smelled normal….

But could this be poisoned?

It would be foolish to consume something a killer prepared just for you. What is keeping him from plopping a lethal ingredient in there just waiting for you to slurp up?

Beside you, Jungkook was already wolfing his portion down. It was slightly revolting until you remembered that he had been locked up for some time now, factory-made cafeteria meals being the food he was costumed to.

So his meal was safe….but what about yours?

How could you guarantee that your meal hadn’t been tampered with?

He wouldn’t digest something deadly, so all you had to do was get him to eat something from your plate. Only after that, would you eat from it.

But how do you do that?

A disgusting idea popped in your head. An idea you had no choice but to act out.

“Jungkook?”

He snapped his head back at you, eager that you initiated a line of communication for the very first time in person.

“Can we feed each other? Just once….” You trailed off. God, the proposition sounded shady and awkward even to yourself. Yet you pleaded that he took the bait. If he was indeed as smitten with you as you had suspected, he would gladly take any affection he could get.

His jaw dropped, not enough for it to be comical but enough for it to be left slightly ajar.

Then he nodded, really fast like a bobble head.

You gathered some pasta on your fork from the plate belonging to you and hung it in the air, only for him to capture it with his mouth like a phraha a second later. Next he did the same to you.

After this, you concluded that if your food was deadly, then at least you took Jungkook down with you. You reluctantly ate the rest at a slow pace, surprised at the above average quality.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Jungkook excitedly suggested next.

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. You lived to serve at this moment.

You had offered to clean up, trying to stroke his ego by stating that he was kind enough to cook and you should at least do your part. He blushed madly as you stood up on shaky legs and gathered the plates to take to the kitchen.

From your station at the sink, you heard the television start up which could only mean he was beginning the search for a film. You set the water at a lukewarm temperature with low pressure, wanting to take your time with the task and prolong your next interaction with him. As you slowly scrubbed circles over and over again on the same plate, your ears perked to any sound coming from the neighbouring living room.

The suspected ‘ba doom’ sound of the Netflix being turned on echoed in your tiny apartment. Being a homebody, you were a tad annoyed that he could just barge right in and make himself right at home. But you bit your tongue and let the iron liquid coat your tastebuds, a death wish only an utterance away.

You took about three minutes on each plate, forty seconds for the forks. You contemplated taking longer but didn’t want to push it anymore than you already have. With shaky hands, you dried off with a dish rag and slowly crept back into the living room (which was now illuminated by the pixelated screen of your humming television).

Jungkook was now innocently plopped where your laid body was prior, relaxed with one arm thrown back and the other holding the remote. His lengthy legs were spread out in a classic man spread, not obnoxiously so but enough to hint at his comfortability. He perked up at the sound of your incoming presence and like an eager pup motioned pathetically for you to take your place beside him. You did so without complaint.

The millisecond you took your seat, the muscular arm from behind jolted forwards to curl around your shoulders. The weight of the limb served as a warning and a blockade.

His cherub like face neared yours to the point of being able to feel the degree of warmth of his breath on your face. You refused to break eye contact with the list of shows and movies that painted the screen.

“What kind of movie do you want to watch?” The breathiness of his voice was even more intimate sounding with him so in your face like this.

‘Don’t poke the bear.’

“Whatever you want.” You responded, still not bringing yourself to make eye contact with his bottomless, glass-like orbs.

He turned his head away from you and tilted it, releasing a ‘tsk’ and scrolling through more options on the home page.

You watched with interest somewhat spiked as he sifted through the films. Just exactly what would an inmate wish to watch on his first day free from prison? Would he want to laugh and release the tension? Would he want to watch a romance to feed his undying hunger for affection? Or would he-

No way.

You watched as Jungkook’s search paused once he hit a certain movie.

It was a horror movie.

You turned to face him, eyes without a doubt blown out in shock.

He faced you, eyebrow quirked up. “You in?”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t say anything. You turned back to face the screen. Jungkook clicked the play button and thus you began to watch a film about a killer beside a real one.

It wasn’t until a scene of a girl getting her head bashed in, that Jungkook made a noise.

A laugh, actually.

He leaned over to your ear, as if you two were in a crowded movie theatre instead of your private home, and said; “Real killing isn’t like that….take it from me.”

You watched the ending credits begin to roll onto the tv.

Your emotions being an odd cocktail of half despair, half relief and a pinch of exhaustion.

Despair for it meant that you couldn’t just distract yourself with a movie now, you’d have to face your new guest. Relief because everytime the killer would murder someone, it would trigger you to cringe and stiffen due to the person whom was sitting right beside you. And exhaustion because...well, that one was rather self-explanatory. It was getting late and this had been the most human interaction you’ve had in a long time. You forgot how draining social interaction could be.

Jungkook wasted no time with turning the tv off. For a moment, with the tv dead and no more screams playing, it was just you two. Sitting in silence and darkness.

“Are you tired?” He asked, the lack of light enhancing his voice.

You risked a glance at him. The moonlight from the window illuminated the details of the sculpture that was his face. He was such an odd hybrid between a fresh boyish charm and the harsh brutality of manhood. For every sharp angle on his face, there was a rounded and plump aspect to even out the scale. It was like the very creator of him had bipolar tendencies at play, not being able to decide whether he should be a harmless neighbor boy or an arrogant stud. He was the product of a transitional period every woman goes through...from wanting a boy to a man. A harsh sting battered against your vertebrae as you couldn’t help but think, ‘which side where his victims fooled by? The raw sex appeal of a greek god or the clumsy, harmless child?’

“You look tired.” He inspected, without a doubt noting your lidded eyes. Jungkook had the ability to not be offended by lack of communication. He would happily carry on an exchange all by himself, filling in the blanks with ease. “Well, why don’t I wash up and we can head to bed?”

There was only one bed.

And Jungkook was very intent on sharing that bed with you.

Your eyes widened with fear at the context that he delivered between unsaid lines.

You were a woman with a much stronger and certified killer in your home, demanding that you ought to sleep together. Would it be smart to object?

No, not in the slightest.

But did you want to give in so easily? Maybe against all odds there was some sort of respect for you that he had, hidden deep behind the layers of insanity? A boundary even he wouldn’t push? Wouldn’t it be worth a shot if it meant that you could at least rest peacefully...without a butcher breathing down your neck?

‘Don’t poke the bear, don’t poke th-’ fuck it.

“You can take my bed.” Your meek voice offered. At this, Jungkook’s attention snapped to you at neck-breaking speed. Your blood ran cold at how rapid his previously doe eyes transformed into that furious gaze...a silent war-cry smothered within those inky irises….

“What?” He asked, voice dropping.

It was obvious he wasn’t pleased with your suggestion. But it was too late, if you could swallow your words back you would.

You wanted to cry.

That heinous stare was the farthest thing from the last sight you’d want to see before you die.

“I-I mean, I’m happy with the couch.” This was blurted out from your lips, surprising even you as instinctual damage control took over. “I’m sure you’d want your space and everyth-”

A gleeful giggle interrupted and you viewed with wonder as his face melted back into a lax expression of pleasure.

“Plum, you’re so funny.” he cackled delightfully. The arm around your shoulders made itself known once more by clasping harder at your docile frame. “The first thing I want to do after getting out of that hell hole is cuddle you in our little home.”

You froze.

He stood up, but the feeling of suffocation didn’t release it’s smothering hold on you.

“When I get out of the shower, I expect you in bed….waiting for me.”

And as if he knew this place like the back of his hand, he navigated quite easily to your restroom.

Like a victim of medusa herself, you remained sat still and shocked. Only movement being seen from you was the slight watering of your eyes in the form of a tear drop trailing down your cheek.

Faintly, you heard the familiar start up sound of your shower.

You snapped up and began pacing wildly as more and more tears joined the first.

The room began to close in on you with the vengeance of the devil himself. You weren’t sure if your heart was beating too fast...or not at all. It seemed to have a mind of its’ own at the moment. Your teeth decided to feast wildly on your bottom lip, viscous enough to draw blood and barely suppress your incoming cries. Panic was now bursting at the seams, a belated reaction that took this long to kick in.

“Fuck! What do I do? What do I do?” You stormed up and down the dimly lit room, feet patting almost as fast as your thoughts. “Think! Y/n think!” You whisper-yelled to yourself. As if your deductive reasoning skills needed some harsh belittling to finally start the job.

You at least had a couple minutes to yourself before you would have to face him once more. Surely you could come up what a strategy until then, right? You just had to think. Think. Think. Think!

You froze and faced the door.

The door that was the only entrance and exit to this lion’s den.

How you wished you could just blast through that damned gateway and flee like a bat out of hell. But you couldn’t…

Wait.

Your jaw dropped.

An epiphany struck…

You couldn’t leave the home.

But you could bring someone here.

Why didn’t you think of this before?!

911!

You nearly jumped up in joy, like a child who got what they wanted for Christmas.

You would just have to find your phone…

‘Okay okay calm down. Think. What were you doing before Jungkook came?’ You tried desperately to retrace your steps to relocate what possibly could be your last hope. You recollected life before his barging in, although that was only a few hours ago it already felt like a millennia had passed.

As the foggy puzzle pieces began to form, your eyes darted to the couch.

‘That’s right….you were reading before he came.’

With a new sense of urgency, you leapt to the sofa and feverishly dug through the cushions. It took a minute, for a second you weren’t sure if you were going to find it, but alas your search ended with a proud yelp as your hand managed to grasp at the missing phone.

Like an olympian whom just won his country a metal, you thrusted the phone in the air with a smile on your face and tears in your eyes, blown away at your own luck. With a renewed vigour, you unlocked your phone and hastily typed in your password (this was somewhat hard to do with shaky hands).

Your familiar homescreen glowed like a safe haven as it opened, sight so beautiful you could cry. You pressed the phone icon and waited for the keypad to appear. When it did, your fingers danced across the numbers.

‘9’

‘1’

“Just what do you think you are doing?” a growl pierced the air.

As if the device burned you, you dropped it. Heart sinking and face on fire, you turn and see Jungkook, leaning smugly against the arch leading from the living room to the hallway.

His face was stony and unreadable, eyes fixed on you as well as the phone. Pupils darting between you and the object every other second.

Your teeth chattered as you struggled to even get an excuse out.

Gracefully, Jungkook closed the space between you two and proceeded to pluck the electronic away from your pathetic claws.

He made eye contact. Searing and soul-baring eye contact.

Right before he thrust the phone onto the floor...stomping on it with all his weight, over and over again.

It wasn’t until your only way of communicating with the outside world was left in feeble metal smitherings that Jungkook was satisfied enough to stop the barbaric pounding.

He huffed and pouted his lips, “Sugar, I thought you were different.”

You cowered and kept your head low, not wanting to see his wrath up close.

“I expect you in bed darling. For real this time. No more silly games.”

Like an actor being told ‘cut’, he suddenly retreated back to the hallway, whistling a low tune as if his murderous persona was a second skin he can shred off with ease.

When you were left alone once again, you let your weak pile of bone crumble within themselves. You collapsed to the floor as a string of silent and dry sobs escaped your burned esophagus.

The sound to company your symphony of cries?

The water from the shower, that still had yet to pause despite no one being in it.

He had tested you.

And you failed.

Each person had their own version of heaven on earth.

Jungkook was certain he found his nirvana within you.

Your home was even more welcoming than what he had fantasized it to be whilst reading your letters.

Every trinket and photo you had was marveled at with great perplexity on his part.

He memorized every brand you used. From the types of garbage bags you got to the toothpaste you prefered (winter green over frosty mint). He wanted to be sure to get the right kinds when it comes time for him to venture out for you.

Although that will take a while, the press having to die down with his prison escape before he can comfortably go out. But when he can, he will. He wouldn’t want another Renjun incident on his hands, now would he?

For now, he was very much elated with the day-to-day he shared with you.

It usually began with him waking up beside you, an experience that he would never wish to have with someone else now that he’s had it with you. And could one blame him? What was the appeal of an average villager when compared to the refinement of an ethereal goddess? Even at the brink of dawn, Jungkook was a mere worshiper of your temple. When the sun decided to play with the smooth textures of your bedroom and eventually dance upon your form...he was breathless. Your skin shimmered like gold under its’ light, you sometimes shifting and groaning at the intrusion. Your strands a mess and your face slightly puffy and cherub -like. Weakened by the vital rem cycle, having no choice but to let Jungkook cradle you like the babe you were. If the angels decided to smile upon him that particular morning, you’d even nuzzle unknowingly into his chest.

After you awoke, is when the social behavior came into play.

Both you and Jungkook were not extroverted creatures. So in a way, you both could share a roomful of silence and still have no complaints to speak of. But gosh did Jungkook like seeing you flustered. Every morning he’d tease you about what you did the night prior; talking in your sleep, drooling, cuddling or even kicking and punching. The truth of these accusations mattered not, if it made you blush then Jungkook took it as a win in his book. Sadly, you weren’t the type to enjoy wasting time in bed. You’d jump up every morning and dash to the bathroom, not sharing Jungkook’s love of pillow talk. (At least this is what he thought this meant).

Next was breakfast. Most days Jungkook would make it. Other times he would plead (more like demand) you make it. The days in which he did so, the morning meal was rather elaborate and hearty. Waffles, pancakes, crepes, omelettes ect. He wanted you to be fed well, enjoying the melting of your features when you try his food and you couldn’t even deny the heightened quality. Other days, Jungkook wanted to eat something you made. You were very reluctant on this chore, resorting to a bowl of cereal or buttering some toast. Jungkook still felt so gooey and domestic nonetheless, complimenting your cheerios to milk ratio and taking over-dramatically big bites. You usually chose to do the dishes, Jungkook occasionally helping to fulfill a clingy desire.

After the meal was the morning to afternoon bit.

Jungkook liked watching shows in this time period. You would join him if you had no other needs to attend to. If you could, you would do laundry, cleaning, book organizing or anything really to avoid Jungkook. But sometimes it couldn’t be helped and you’d be forced by his side to watch a show or movie. You learned quick that he held a fondness for violence and romance. An odd mix that meant you would spend the first half of the day watching Kill Bill and the later half watching The Notebook. For either genre, he would have disturbing comments to add.

“He’s not even stabbing him right.”

“Ahh, Y/n we’re just like them, aren’t we? Except we have the better love story.”

Lunch followed.

Light and simple was the theme. Jungkook noticed that one of your favorites was grilled cheese, so this was a recurring meal on the menu. After that was afternoon lounging. You enjoyed reading while Jungkook rather draw. Often times, Jungkook would draw you reading.

He found you fascinating to study whilst you submerged yourself into other worlds. How your pupils would dilate ever so slightly when something shocking happened. How your lips would downturn when a character becomes distasteful. How your eyes would water when a tragic moment would unfold. How your nose would scrunch up with every cringey line.

It was every artists’ dream to have such a muse.

Jungkook would scramble to capture any expression you unknowingly released. Erase, erase and erase, over and over again until he did your face justice. Because there was no other enigma as brilliant as you.

Jungkook had himself convinced that the beauties of Aphrodite, Cleopatra and Marilyn Monroe were frauds with overzealous reputations about their magnetism and so called grace. Mere weeds compared to an exquisite rose such as you. Sometimes he felt too unworthy to be in your presence. Like you belonged in a masterpiece oil painting, another world that should be out of reach for scummy mortals. Yet at the same time, Jungkook refused to be starved of such a token.

He wanted to keep you safe in this little haven, away from the evil greed of the world that wished to taint you. May mankind only know of your pulchritude through drawings made by Jungkook. And even then they would have to rip it from his cold, dead hands. The last documentation of higher powers at work, occasionally sending one of their best seraphs down to blessed the cursed earth.

Supper was a joint effort.

Jungkook made sure that you would help make dinners with him, making it a mission to go through that old cookbook with you.

He liked making you do the majority of the work, if it were any other way then how exactly would he be able to back hug you while you cook? The only exception to this rule was when chopping or slicing was involved. Jungkook refused to let risk beseech you.

After dinner, you’d each tip toe around how to spend your evening.

Jungkook would push for talking and spending intimate time together.

While you would act extra lethargic, ‘yawning’ and slowing your movements. Half the time, Jungkook bought the act and let you rest. Other times, he would demand you talk to him over a cup of coffee or tea.

This was the general template for yours and Jungkook’s twenty four hour schedule.

It had been going for a week.

Heaven for him.

Purgatory for you.

Luckily, this wouldn’t last another week.

One of you couldn’t survive while the other did as well.

You two were living on borrowed time.

She was a woman of pride.

But pride was apparently the last thing one this woman’s mind as she staggered through the hallway, eyes carefully looking at each passing apartment number.

Eyeliner smudged, floral dress wrinkled and face pitiful; she was the personification of the infamous ‘walk of shame’.

If said shame was the lack of motherly love and maternal instincts.

Her nerves were high-strung (borderline neurotic) as seen through her paranoid eye shifts and watery hiccups.

She halted her rush when she spotted the familiar three digit numbers on a particular door. Skipping the etiquette of knocking, the lady whipped out a key and proceeded to open the door for herself.

When she entered the home, she slammed the front door closed before wildly dashing into the main area of the living space. Heading swinging from side to side, she observed every corner for any hint of life.

“Mom?”

The lady turned around at this and let out a cry of relief at the sight of you. She leapt towards you with arms outreached and pulled you into her chest like a mother hen. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls, Y/n?! I know I said some awful things and I’m so sorry but I can’t lose you too baby. Not after your sister. Please forgive me.” she sobbed.

Due to her nervous breakdown, the older was not able to recognize her daughter’s pale face and petrified gaze. Either that or she assumed it was do to their recent spat and the unexpected visit/wellness check.

“M-mom, get out now.” You looked seriously at her, trying to break through any realm of emotion and get her out. Your safety not being a concern so much as you wanted to spare the only family you had left. Jungkook was in the bathroom, but there was no telling how long that can last. Given he loves testing you.

“What?! What do you mean?!” Your mother shrieked.

“Listen, it’s not safe just g-”

“Is this my mother in law?”

Jungkook stalked forward from behind your mother. He carried a soft smile that did not reach his eyes, traces of a boyish charm long gone.

Your mother’s jaw dropped and a horrified screech came next, “Mother in law?!”

She looked at you for explanation. But you couldn’t say anything. You looked away with shame. Not shame due to the innuendo but shame due to what you know Jungkook might do to you later….

Your face must have told your mother a different story however.

Her features lifted up to make a face of anger, her status of sobriety under question as a few alcoholic drinks or so could very likely be to blame for a short fuse.

“What kind of girl are you Y/n?! Have you no shame?! Your sister would have never-”

It happened so quick.

Like whiplash.

You didn’t even know what happened until you felt warm spurts of liquid splash across your face.

Out of instinct you closed your eyes. And when you opened them, you saw a knife plunged into your mother’s neck. Jungkook was holding her body up as if to proudly display his new victim, refusing to just let her slump over to the ground.

Her neck splurged and goozed, the sounds echoing in your eardrums.

Whoever said that you can watch the light leave someone’s eyes as they die was lying.

No light left your mother’s eyes.

The spike of anger, confusion and terror stayed in those orbs until the very end.

(gif literally has nothing to do with anything lmao but it’s sasha fierce so sue me)

Omg this is so bad, might delete later bc honestly im not too hyped for this one. Srry for any mistakes, I’m super tired rn and I had a project to do, so I had to stay up a lil late than usual. ALSO my birthday is next Monday (@my mom for giving birth to me on a very inconvenient week day like wtf) and im gonna be chilling with some friends this weekend, so I figured its best to try to update now. THERES GONNA BE A PART TWO FOR THIS, trust me we still got like a handful of plot points to get through.

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No Such Thing

Summary: The reader has been having a hard time after an accident leaves her on her own. But when a man shows up at her door claiming to be her father, her life may start to change...

Pairing: Jared x daughter!reader

Word Count: 8,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, mention of death

A/N: The reader is 18 for this one...

You’d been dreading the knock at the door all week. You knew you were getting evicted finally. It’d been two months already and you were behind. The landlord had been forgiving last month but you knew you wouldn’t be getting just a warning today.

You braced yourself as best you could, sighing when you opened the door. A very tall man that was most definitely not your landlord was standing there, giving you a half smile, half grimace.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said quietly, already glaring at him. He took a step back, giving you a sad tilt of his head, his eyes going up and down. “Get lost creep before I-”

“No. No. I...I’m you dad,” he said quietly.

“Excuse me?” you scoffed. “I don’t have a dad.”

“Is that what Sarah told you?” he said softly. You scowled and slammed the door in his face. There was a soft knock after a moment.

“Get lost!” you shouted through the door. “My dad is dead or a loser. Either way, you aren’t him.”

“To be fair, I didn’t know you existed until about five hours ago,” he said. You leaned your head back against the door.

“Go away before I call the cops,” you said, sliding down the door, resting your chin on your knees.

“I sort of just flew halfway across the country,” he said. “I’m Jared.”

“Fuck off, Jared,” you snapped.

“What’s going on?” you heard the landlord say out in the hall. You stood up and opened the door. “You’re late on rent. Again.”

“I know. I-”

“You got 24 hours to get out,” he said. “I’ll cut you a break on the back rent owed cause you and your mom were good customers but-”

“I get it. Thank you,” you said. He left, Jared on the other side of the hall, biting his bottom lip. “I’m sorry pal but I’m not your kid. You’re barely old enough to be my dad. I’m 18 and you do anything but leave me alone-”

“I’m sorry about your mom,” he said.

“Me too,” you said, glancing away for a few seconds. “It’s been three months. I did the whole grieving depressed thing. I got shit to do so if you don’t mind-”

“Let me...just call Officer Kensaw. He’s the one that called me this morning,” said Jared. “I’m staying at the Marriott near the airport. Jared Padalecki. When you’re ready, stop by and we’ll go get a bite or something. I’ll be there as long as you need me.”

He turned and walked away as you sighed and pulled your phone out of your pocket.

“Thanks,” you said, glancing at the officer in the hotel lobby.

“It’s not a problem,” he said.

“I meant...why’d you even try to find my dad? As far as I knew, he was dead,” you said.

“It’s my job to help people,” he said.

“We were in a car accident though,” you said.

“I know. I just...I’m only a few years older than you. I...I don’t know if I could have held myself together as well as you,” he said.

“I was supposed to start college this month,” you said. “Now I’m homeless and-”

“We’ll get you someplace. Maybe even with your dad, I promise,” he said. You hummed as you saw the elevator doors open and Jared step out, a bit hesitant as he approached. “Mr. Padalecki.”

“Officer Kensaw,” said Jared, shaking hands with him. “I uh, I’m not really sure what we do from here.”

“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to show up today,” he said. “I think the three of us should sit and we can figure out the best way to handle this situation. There’s a diner not too far.”

You were mostly quiet as you picked at your leftover fries, Jared listening intently to everything Kensaw told him. You were 18. You weren’t a minor. You had a part time job, had for a long time, and were looking for full time. You’d pretty much been on your own since the accident a few months back.

And apparently, Jared was on your birth certificate, even though he never signed it, even though he didn’t even know you existed until that morning.

“Why didn’t she tell me?” you said to yourself. “Mom, why…”

“I don’t know, Y/N. If she had let me know, I would have been there in a second. I would have...I don’t know. I wish I did,” said Jared.

“Did you mean to-” you said, Jared shaking his head.

“No, no,” said Jared. “I remember using protection. There’s always a risk though,” he said.

“Awesome,” you said, dipping a french fry in ketchup.

“Officer, can we have a moment alone?” asked Jared. He nodded and got up, taking his coffee over to the bartop. Jared gave you a nervous smile, wincing a little.

“You got no idea what you’re doing,” you said.

“Not really, no,” he said.

“Well you missed the first 18 years. Don’t really matter if you miss more,” you said with a shrug.

“It matters to me,” he said. You lifted your head, tilting it at him. “Your life doesn’t look like it’s going so hot right now.”

“Nope,” you said, eating another fry.

“I know I’m a stranger-”

“Yup,” you said.

“...There’s always a place for you with me. I live in Texas. It’s a bit warmer than here but you don’t have to grow up so fast,” he said.

“Sorry. I already got the whole, dead mom and college dropout thing going on for me right here so I’ll pass,” you said.

“You go to college?” he asked.

“...I was going to start my first year in a few weeks. I can’t afford it,” you said. “I was supposed to be job hunting tonight and apartment hunting and-”

“I can help you,” he said.

“Dude. Don’t fall completely into the stereotype. I don’t want you to pay for jack shit,” you said. “I appreciate you coming out here or whatever so you don’t feel guilty but I’m done with this little family reunion. I got a life to figure out if you don’t mind.”

“You’re stubborn,” he said. “And hard headed and scared to death. I am not...right now I’m just your father and I get that. Give me the chance to be your dad.”

“I’m not a little girl,” you said.

“I didn’t come here so we could read bedtime stories and play candy lane,” he deadpanned.

“Why did you come?” you said.

“Because I have a daughter. And today’s one of the best days of my life. But you need help and part of being an adult is knowing how to accept it. I was a lot older than you when I learned that. I’m not saying you have to do anything. I’m just offering,” he said.

“Offering what?” you scoffed. “I already said I don’t want your money.”

“What about a family?” he asked.

“I had a family, thanks,” you said.

“Officer Kensaw says you have no other blood family out there besides me,” he said.

“I said had, dumbass,” you said. You glared at him, his face softer than you were expecting. “I’m not your kid. I don’t need you.”

“You are my kid. We don’t-”

“Would you shut-”

“No one wants to be alone, Y/N. No one. And if you are anything like me in that regard, being alone will be the worst thing for you. Why don’t...why don’t you come visit for a few days? We can get to know each other. I’ll pay for it all. If you decide you never want to speak to me again, want me out of your life, I’ll respect it,” he said.

“I will give you three days and not a second more,” you said.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

You didn’t have much and thankfully were able to stow everything in your car for the time being. You weren’t thrilled with the idea of travelling with a strange man but the officer had done a background check on him and he was a perfectly normal guy it seemed. Still, he offered to call a few times while you were away to make sure it was going good.

“So...did you tell your wife you had some other kid?” you asked on the drive to his house.

“Yeah. How’d you know I was married?” he asked.

“Wedding ring,” you said, leaning your head against the window. “It’s too hot here.”

“You get used to it,” he said, quiet for a few minutes as he drove. “I have other kids.”

“Forget to wrap it up for those chicks too?” you scoffed.

“They were planned with my wife and they are young. Please watch the language around them,” he said.

“I’m not an idiot,” you grumbled. You didn’t talk for the rest of the drive, your eyes wide when you saw the neighborhood he lived in, jaw dropping when he drove down a driveway. “How rich are you?”

“Just come on,” he said with a sigh. He got your bags before leading you through a garage door and into a house. He set them down, a pitter patter of little feet running on the floor before you saw him bending down and handing out a few hugs. “I missed you guys too.”

There were two boys and a girl, the three of them soon looking up at you. You caught a woman in the kitchen giving you a smile.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s going to hang out here for a few days with us,” he said.

“Hi,” said the tallest and oldest looking one. “I’m Tom.”

“I’m Shep!” said the other boy, a little smile on his face. The littlest one gave you a smile and hugged your leg. “That’s Odette. She doesn’t talk a lot yet.”

“Hi,” you said, giving her a smile before she peeled off, off to do something else it seemed. The boys stayed put though, your gaze going to Jared. “So…”

“Guys, why don’t you go play with Odette in the family room?” he asked. They looked at one another before they wandered through the kitchen, a few sounds of playing reaching the kitchen area. “Y/N, this is my wife, Gen.”

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” you said back, giving her a nod, looking over your shoulder at Jared. “You got two and a half days left. I’d get on it if I were you.”

There was tension all day long and it wasn’t until the kids were in bed that you saw Jared’s cheery facade start to crack.

“Can I ask why you aren’t excited to find out you have family?” asked Jared, sitting on one end of the long couch.

“Because you might have made me but that doesn’t automatically make you my family,” you said. He paused but nodded, leaning his head against the couch cushion. “Obviously this isn’t working. Why don’t I just get a flight back home tomorrow, okay?”

“So you can get back to your shitty life even faster?” he said.

“I do not have a-”

“Yes, you do,” he said.

You stared him down, Jared giving it right back until you heard Gen come in and clear her throat.

“She’s as stubborn as you, Jare,” she said. “You’re both tired. Go to bed, you can spend the day tomorrow getting to know each other.”

“Sure,” he said, giving you a smile, waving you up the stairs. You veered off down a hall to their guest room, sighing when you shut the door. A quiet knock came five minutes later, Gen standing there when you pulled it open.

“Hi,” you said. She stared at you a moment, giving you a nod. “What?”

“This is a bigger shock than you may realize, to all of us. I think you should remember that his first instinct when he found out he had a daughter was try to help you,” she said.

“Alright,” you said, giving her a shrug.

“He loves you,” she said.

“He doesn’t know a thing about me,” you said.

“He still loves you. If you decide you want to be part of this family, all of us will love you too,” she said.

“Thanks but I already had a mom and she’s dead so goodnight,” you said. She turned and left you, your hands already shutting the door the second she was out.

You changed and crawled into the bed with a sigh, pulling the covers up tight. You didn’t want to think about anything, just get some sleep and forget the rest for now.

“Good morning,” said Jared, finding you sat at the kitchen table with a glass of water. “Did you get yourself something to eat yet?”

“No,” you said.

“Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“Okay,” he said, tapping his finger on the countertop. “Can we at least try to talk to one another today?”

“We’re talking right now,” you said.

“Let’s go outside, sit on the back porch,” he said. You sighed as you followed him outside, taking a seat on some nice patio chair, Jared sitting down next to you. “It’s not so hot out this early in the day.”

“Yeah,” you said.

“You an early riser?” he asked.

“No. Just don’t sleep much lately,” you said.

“Promise me something, please,” he said. He turned his body closer, watching you for a few seconds. “If you decide to leave, know you can always come back. It could be a week, it could be ten years. There’s always a place for you here.”

“You don’t have to feel guilty,” you said, Jared blinking at you. “Neither one of us knew. I’m not blaming you for missing my childhood or anything. So don’t.”

“Alright,” he said. It was quiet outside, Jared pursing his lips after a minute. “I’m sorry I said you had a shitty life last night.”

“It’s the truth,” you said, rubbing your hand against your head, gazing out at the yard.

“Can I ask you what’s back there you want to go back to?” he asked.

“Besides a car full of stuff, nothing,” you said.

“Then-”

“You can’t buy me off, Jared. My mom worked hard for everything we had. The second I was old enough to start working to help, I did. Nothing is free, nothing. I’d rather not owe you so sorry but-”

“Owe me what?” he said.

“Money or...I just don’t…” you said, Jared looking to his lap. “Why are you so hung up on this?”

“Why are you so against this?” he said.

“People like you don’t just exist. You want this to help your career or something? I’m not buying it,” you said. He scrunched up his face and shook his head.

“I’m on a break and I don’t care about that stuff. I’m your dad. I want to try and be your dad. That’s all I want,” he said.

“I’m sorry but I don’t want a dad,” you said. He nodded, staring down at his lap. “I think I should go.”

“Maybe this was too fast. I...maybe we can talk on the phone, ease into it more?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you said. “If I decide I want to talk, I’ll call you.”

“Okay,” he said quietly.

“Alright,” you said as you got up. “I’m going to go pack up.”

“I can drive you to the airport then I guess,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said.

“Yeah. No problem.”

You sighed when you were back home. Jared had refused to let you leave without giving you some money. A pile of money sitting in the bottom of your backpack in the back footwell of your car. You were stretched out as comfortably as you could be in the backseat, a blanket pulled over top of you as you sighed.

You’d gone from your well off father’s million dollar home the night before to the backseat of your used car, parked in an alley.

“He felt guilty,” you mumbled to yourself, shifting to your other side. You sat up and beat your pillow again, laying down with a huff. The car was cool and a buckle was digging into your back. You grumbled again and rolled over, jumping straight up when something knocked on the window. A flashlight stared you in the face, moving away just so when you caught site of Officer Kensaw.

You pushed open the door, Kensaw sighing when you pulled on your shoes and stepped outside.

“What are you doing back here?” he asked. “I thought you moved down to your dad’s.”

“It didn’t work out,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “What, you keeping tabs on me or something?”

“You’re in a no parking zone,” he said, moving his flashlight over to one of the walls. “He an asshole or something?”

“No,” you said, rubbing your bare arms. “It’s cold out. Can I go back to sleep?”

“In that car, no,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he threw his head back. “Y/N. I am not letting you sleep in an alley. Come on.”

“I am not going to a shelter or a home or...I will be just fine,” you said.

“Clearly,” he said.

“Don’t pity me,” you snapped.

“I am not the bad guy,” he said. You took a deep breath and nodded, Kensaw rubbing his temple with his free hand. “I got a real bed and someplace safe for you to stay if you want.”

“I’ll move my car, park somewhere else,” you said.

“I wasn’t asking, kid,” he said.

“Said the kid,” you said. “You’re barely old enough to drink.”

“Shut up. Get in your car and follow me. I wasn’t asking.”

You grumbled when you parked behind a police car in a driveway, exiting to Kensaw getting out of his own car.

“You live here?” you asked.

“Since I was born. Come on. You can crash in the guest room,” he said. You shook your head, his eyes squeezing shut. “It’s after midnight. I’m off duty. Just get in the house.”

“I don’t need help, Kensaw,” you said.

“Officer Kensaw,” he said.

“You’re off duty,” you said.

“Fine. I’m regular Owen right now and right now, get inside,” he said.

“No,” you said.

“Why are you so averse to people helping you,” he said. “And why the hell did you come back here? Your dad is a good guy from what I looked up. He really seemed to want a relationship with you.”

“I don’t need him to feel sorry for me or you,” you said.

“I’m a cop. My job it to protect people and sorry but leaving an 18 year old girl to sleep in a sketchy alley by herself didn’t scream safe to me,” he said. “I should drop you off someplace or take you in honestly.”

“Then why don’t you,” you shot back. “You don’t even know who I am. Why would you even let me in your house?”

“Tomorrow you’re going back to Texas,” he said. “You’re moving there, back with your family, or I will start filing paperwork to get you placed somewhere. I don’t care if you’re 18. You’re not capable of taking care of yourself right now. Understand?”

“Good luck with that,” you said, getting back in your car and driving off.

You grumbled when you saw Kensaw show up at your work. You kept your head down as you scanned his items, putting them in a bag.

“Twenty three seventy four,” you said quietly.

“You’re off of work in ten minutes. I want to talk,” he said. You sighed as he paid, his cruiser parked out front with him leaning against it when you exited work. “So what are we going to do?”

“Leave me alone, Owen,” you said.

“I knew your mom, Y/N,” he said when you started to walk away. You spun around, Owen nodding. “Ms. Y/L/N. She was my third grade teacher.”

“She was lots of people’s third grade teacher’s,” you said.

“She didn’t want this for you, Y/N, I can guarantee that,” he said. “Your dad...he’s a fresh start.”

“He can’t buy my love,” you said.

“I don’t think this guy gives a rat’s ass about money. When I contacted him, he immediately asked if you were okay, all these questions about you. This guy already loves you. He can help you,” he said.

“I can do it alone,” you said.

“I’m sure you can,” said Owen, giving you a nod. “But you don’t have to.”

“...I’ll go if you leave me alone,” you said.

“Good,” said Owen. “Good.”

Two Days Later

“Hi,” said Jared, picking you up from the airport. You nodded and climbed in the passenger seat of his truck, setting your bag down by your feet. “We got all your stuff at the house already. Shipped in this morning.”

“All three whopping boxes,” you said, closing your eyes. You’d sold your car. It wasn’t worth much but it gave you a little extra money in your pocket. “I’m not exactly here because I want to be. As soon as I’m able to, I’m gone.”

“I can understand that,” he said, forcing a smile on his face. “Do you want to head home or did you want to stop somewhere first?”

“Your house is fine.”

“Y/N, dinner!” you heard shouted from downstairs. You pushed aside your computer from where you’d been filling out job applications all day.

Downstairs the kids were seated and a plate was set for you, some kind of chicken dish on top of it. You kept quiet as they talked about their day, plans for the next, who was taking who to school and daycare.

Jared didn’t say anything when you excused yourself after your meal and retreated back to your room. It was starting to get later when there was a knock at the door and Gen came in, setting a packet down on the small desk in there.

“That’s some information on the local colleges and universities around here,” she said. “I have a friend who works at one of the universities, said as long as you meet the qualifications, you might be able to transfer in before the semester starts up.”

“Thank you but I don’t think I’ll be going to school,” you said. “I’ve been job hunting all day.”

“Oh. Did you change your mind on school?” she asked, almost sitting down on the end of the bed but pausing when she looked at you.

“It’s a lot of money and would have been a waste of a degree. Maybe someday when I have my feet under me,” you said.

“What were you going to go to school for?” she asked. “If that’s okay.”

“Education. I thought of being a teacher, like my mom,” you said, pasting your resume into another job application.

“Oh. It must run in the family,” she said. You raised an eyebrow. “Jared’s mom was a teacher. Jared’s entertained the idea of trying it since he’s between jobs right now but I keep trying to convince him to write a book. I think he’s going to give that a shot.”

“That’s nice,” you said.

“So you don’t want to be a teacher anymore?” she asked.

“Nope. Should probably get a business degree or something in a few years,” you said. She sat down at that. “People change their minds all the time.”

“Why’d you change yours?” she asked.

“Teachers make barely enough to get by. I’m not living the rest of my life that way,” you said.

“Well, I think you should still end up doing something you enjoy. Take a look at the colleges around here. There might be one that sparks your interest,” she said.

“Sure,” you said as she stood up.

“Y/N,” she said. “I am very sorry about your mom.”

“Me too,” you said.

“Talk to Jared some tomorrow. Please. It’d mean the world to him if you just said hello at breakfast,” she said.

“Alright. Goodnight.”

The house was quiet when you got up. It took you a moment to realize the kids must have been gone already for the day. You thought maybe you’d do some job searching on the back patio since it wasn’t obnoxiously warm yet. Jared wasn’t downstairs when you got there but with how still everything was, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you were the only one there.

After making yourself a cup of coffee, you slipped outside and settled in on the patio, finding a nice shady spot. You hummed as you got your computer up and open. It was quite beautiful there, their house privately tucked away in suburbia. You couldn’t imagine living in a place like that all the time.

“Hey,” said a voice you didn’t recognize. You looked right and saw a guy in a baseball cap step onto the patio from around the corner of the house. You swallowed, the guy pausing and giving you a nod. “I’m Jensen, a friend of your dad’s. I’m helping him move some stuff in the garage this morning. He around?”

“I don’t know. Actually yeah, he is,” you said. He smiled and looked around.

“Alright. I’m making you uncomfortable so I’m going to leave. You see your dad around, tell him to text me and I’ll swing back,” he said. He nodded his head and you caught his hat before he spun around.

“Hey. Where’d you get that hat?” you asked.

“Why? You want one? I only got a gajillion,” he said with a laugh. “Come on.”

He walked away and you cautiously followed him around and to the driveway, the guy climbing in a back seat and coming back with another hat, this one all black.

“Keep it,” he said, tossing it over to you. “I give ‘em away to friends and family all the time.”

“Why do…” you trailed off.

“Cause this is my brewery, silly,” he said.

“Really? I just applied for a job there last night,” you said.

“I see,” he said. “How old are you and I know the answer by the way.”

“It’s like the best paying job though without a degree and-“

“And you’re not 21. Can’t do it, kid. Sorry,” he said. “But I might be able to convince the powers at be to not put up that other posting. We need someone help to run social media and organize events on the weekends. You interested?”

“Depends on what it pays,” you said.

“Same as the other gig plus five percent. You want it?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah, for sure,” you said.

“Cool. When he gets back, have him give me a call and we’ll get you signed up to start working next week if you want,” he said.

“Great, uh…” you trailed off.

“Jensen,” he said with a smile. “You’ll be seeing me a lot. Oh and, I don’t know a ton about your situation, not my place and all until we get to know each other a bit better, but Jared’s a good guy. If he’d known, he would have been there for you. I guarantee it.”

“Yeah. Thanks,” you said. “I’ll let him know you came by.”

“See you around, Y/N,” he said, giving you a wave as he slipped into his truck. He was gone down the driveway like that and you went back to the patio, wondering how best to kill some time now that you apparently had landed a decent job.

“Hey,” you heard when you were halfway through your coffee, busy wandering around the backyard. You spun around and saw Jared standing there, covered in sweat. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” you said, wrinkling up your nose. “You kind of smell.”

“Sorry, run went longer than expected. You didn’t see a guy hanging around the house at all did you?”

“Jensen. Yeah, I met him. He gave me a job at his brewery,” you said. Jared lit up, a big smile on his face.

“That’s awesome! I’m sure he’ll be super flexible with whatever your fall semester ends up looking like too,” he said.

“I’m not going to school,” you said. He nodded, looking around.

“Probably a good idea. It starts up in a week or so. We’ll get you in for the spring semester. It’ll give you time to settle in, get used to Austin,” he said.

“I don’t want to go school,” you said. He started to gnaw on his bottom lip, giving you a slow nod.

“I think you should think about it more. If you decide in a few months you don’t want to then that’s okay too. I know you quit because of everything that happened with your mom but I’m guessing she was proud of you and excited for you to go,” he said.

“I’ll think about it,” you said. He smiled, rocking back on his feet for a moment before he turned around. “Jensen said to call him?”

“Alright, thanks,” he said. You sighed when he jogged back up to the house to get cleaned up.

“Why am I out here?” you grumbled, Jared and Jensen moving some boxes around in his garage.

“What else do you have to do?” asked Jensen, grabbing his hat from earlier you’d left out there, pulling it down on your head. “Come on. Show your new employer some work ethic.”

“We’re just packing up a few things to donate,” said Jared, carrying a box out and setting it in the trunk of his SUV.

“Like…”

“Baby toys, clothes the kids never wore. Stuff that’s better used elsewhere,” he said.

“We’ll go on, grab a box,” teased Jensen. You rolled your eyes behind his back when you picked one up. Something sharp dug into the back of your hand and you dropped it, backing away fast as they both spun around. You saw something long start to slither away from the back of the box and out onto the driveway, your eyes wide. “Just a garden snake. I think you pissed it off though.”

“Garden snake!” you said. Jared shook his head and walked over, holding up your hand.

“Non venomous. Probably hurts and will be a little sore but you’re fine,” he said. “Garden snakes are normally very gentle. I think you just scared it is all.”

“Yeah, well it’s still an asshole,” you said. Jensen chuckled and grabbed the box for you, Jared going inside and coming back with some ointment and a bandage.

“Let’s just be glad it wasn’t one of the bad ones,” he said.

“Bad ones?” you asked.

“Rattlers, water moccasins...scorpions...spi-“ said Jensen before you didn’t want to hear the rest.

“I got the picture, Jensen, thank you,” you said, shaking yourself out.

“General rule is to look in dark places first. There’s special first aid in the kitchen, top leftmost cabinet if you or anyone else ever needs it,” said Jared.

“God, why did I move here,” you mumbled.

“Hey, Jared, you take the kiddo out to Torchy's yet?” asked Jensen.

“To what?” you asked.

“You like tacos kid? You’ll love it.”

“How’s your lunch?” asked Jared as you sat on a bench in the park, right in the middle of the city.

“Good,” you nodded, taking a bite while Jensen ordered his food. “Is Jensen your neighbor or something?”

“You didn’t look up much about me, did you,” said Jared softly. You shook your head, a smirk crossing his face. “Well, yes, Jensen is our neighbor, just a few streets away. I’ll show you on the way home. He and I used to make a show together. Like for fifteen years. He’s one of my best friends, like another brother to me. We’re pretty close.”

“Oh,” you said.

“Family’s important to me, Y/N,” he said. “I know you don’t...I know you’re not here because you want to be. Officer Kensaw told me the ultimatum he gave you and I know you’re looking to get out of the house and away from us as fast as possible. Just let me have one chance though. Please.”

“Why do you want me to be your kid so bad?” you asked.

“Hey,” said Jensen, frowning at you as he sat down next to Jared. “Cut him some slack. He’s your dad, that’s why.”

“Jensen,” said Jared. Jensen held up his hands, eating silently. He got up to toss out his trash and you did the same, hoping you could go home soon.

“Hey,” he said, stopping you in the way back. “I get that you’re going through something right now but don’t forget, so is he. He’s not expecting you to be bubbly and excited but you will treat him with some respect and kindness, got it?”

“You got no idea how hard life can be,” you said.

“Don’t assume things about people,” he said. “I know him. He’s scared shitless on what to say so I’ll say it for him. Knock it off. You’re 18. You’re an adult. Act like one,” he said.

“You’re right. I am an adult and there is absolutely nothing keeping me here now,” you said.

“Oh, stop with the front. Just stop, kid,” he said. You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes.

“Forget what I said earlier. I don’t want to work for you,” you said.

“It’s your choice if you want to or not but answer one question first. If your mom saw you right now, right now in this park, the way you act towards him and me and everybody else, what do you think she would think of you?” he asked.

“You didn’t know my mom,” you gritted out.

“No. But I know when a Padalecki isn’t dealing properly. Jared is scared of saying the wrong thing, frankly I’m scared for you. Life and your family isn’t who you share blood with. He’s not even related to me and he’s my brother so by default I’m your Uncle and-“

“What’s your point?” you shot back.

“He loves you. Give him the chance to show it,” he said. You stared him down, eventually sighing. “Good. I still expect to see you ten am sharp on Monday at work.”

“Lovely,” you mumbled. He headed back ahead of you, talking briefly to Jared before he took off towards his truck parked down the block.

“Things looked a little heated over there,” said Jared when you returned.

“It’s whatever,” you said. “Can we leave now?”

“Is there anything you’d like to do?” he asked.

“Actually, yeah.”

“You want to buy that car? It’s falling apart,” said Jared.

“It’s what I can afford and I’m getting it,” you said.

“If you need a car, you can always use one of ours,” he said.

“I want my own,” you said.

“Well let me go half on it with you, get you something built this century at least,” he said. You rolled your eyes but had a feeling you weren’t getting out of there with a car unless you did what he said.

Two hours later, you had a slightly beat up old outback in the driveway at home.

And Gen was not happy about it if the sounds coming from the kitchen were anything to go by.

“Is that thing even safe? Why didn’t you get her something newer?”

“She barely let me do it as it was,” he said as you listened in from the top of the stairs. “We’ll get something better for her soon. She’s still…”

“Jare, she likes you,” she said.

“Pretty sure that’s a hard no. Pretty sure she bought the car so she can run off soon too,” he said.

“It’s a lot of change at once. She really should have a better car though,” she said.

“It’s got a few dents but no accidents. It’ll do for now. Just...by easy. I don’t want to scare her. She already doesn’t like Jensen. I don’t need her to not like you too,” he said.

“I’m sure she likes him. He just gets protective of you,” she said.

“Do you want to go out to eat tonight? Maybe that’ll help spark a conversation?” he asked.

“Sure, baby. That sounds great.”

“Did you enjoy dinner?” asked Jared when you got home that night. You hummed and headed upstairs, one of the boys stopping in front of you.

“Do you want to play before bed?” he asked.

“Um...sure,” you said. He lit up and grabbed your hand, tugging you to a part of the house you hadn’t been in yet, a playroom for the kids set up. You played some kind of made up game that he and his brother seemed to understand perfectly, Gen eventually coming in and sending them off to bed.

“Thanks for coming to dinner tonight,” said Jared, giving you a forced smile when you headed upstairs.

“Thank you for it,” you said, giving him a nod. You didn’t change for bed though. This wasn’t working. He was getting more and more uncomfortable and all you wanted was to be left alone.

You jotted down a note, promising to pay back the other half of the car when you could, and left it on the bed in the guest room. You waited until after midnight to slip outside. You didn’t want this and you were tired of everyone trying to force you into it.

He wasn’t your family and you weren’t his.

You drove about half an hour out of town, finding a park to stay in for the night. The new car was way more comfortable for sleeping in at least.

You woke up early and stretched out, your phone not going off probably a sign they hadn’t seen the note. You ended up going for a walk, finding a bridge over a small stream a little ways in. You hopped up on the railing, everything so quiet.

“Well hey stranger,” you heard. You whipped your head around, a sweaty Jensen in a tee and shorts coming to a stop at the bridge. “You an early riser? Only time I can get a run in without melting to death.”

“Uh, couldn’t sleep last night,” you said. “Why are you here?”

“The brewery is a few minutes away. Sometimes I wake up early, do some work and a run before the kids get up,” he said, looking you up and down. “You on a walk or something?”

“Yeah. Just want some quiet,” you said.

“I get that,” he said. “I’m a quiet guy myself.”

“You literally don’t shut up, ever,” you said.

“Well that must mean I feel comfortable around you,” he chuckled, leaning over the railing. He gave you a half-smile, blinking a few times. “You’re 18. You’re a legal adult. If you want to run away, run towards something else, okay. I’ll respect that. Don’t run away because you’re afraid of getting hurt again. Life is weird. It is. But think of that police officer who found Jared for you, in his own free time. Think what your mom wanted for you. I got this feeling you were this great kid, nice kid, probably a little sarcastic but a good kid that family meant the world to her. It still can.”

“I’m…” you said, pursing your lips.

“Y/N. Go home to your father and your family. Your mom is not being replaced. I promise,” he said. “It’s never too late to change things.”

“I’m used to being on my own,” you said. “I don’t want to get attached. I just want to go.”

“I want you to stay, and be brave and strong. Do it for your mom at the very least. Talk to Jared. Learn about him, who he is. Please,” he said.

You stared at him for what felt like five minutes, Jensen’s face blank as he let you.

“Okay,” you said with a small nod. “Okay.”

“Go home kid before they realize you snuck out. Come home with some coffee and muffins or something, say you got up early to grab some,” he said.

“You’re really not going to tell them?” you asked.

“Tell them what? You got up early, went for a walk, got some breakfast food on the way home?” he asked, offering you a big smile.

“Do you know why Jared’s so quiet around me?” you asked.

“I think he feels incredibly happy right now but there’s a lot of guilt bubbling up in him,” he said. “Go talk to him. Ease some of that for him.”

“Okay,” you said, climbing back on the bridge. “I didn’t use to be so…”

“No hard feelings, Y/N. We’re good. Go on home now.”

You were glad you followed Jensen’s advice and came home with some coffee as Jared was already up with the kids.

“Good morning,” you said, setting the bag down on the kitchen counter, Jared giving you a friendly smile. “I brought home muffins.”

“Oh. That was very thoughtful of you,” he said. You hummed and skirted upstairs, finding the note untouched.

You quickly grabbed it and ripped it up, tossing it in the trash. You bumped into Gen in the hall, getting a smile as she popped in the room and started to tear off the sheets.

“Sleep okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. I can do my own laundry if you show me the washer. I don’t mind,” you said.

“Eh, I got to do all the sheets today anyways but I’ll show you. Feel free to do your stuff anytime,” she said. You hummed and followed her down the hall and another, finding the kids rooms on that side of the house and a nice laundry room tucked away. “You got anything you want me to toss in with your stuff?”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll do it later,” you said. You went back downstairs, Jared covered in a bit of applesauce, Odette wearing more on her face.

“Y/N,” asked Tom. You glanced over to the kitchen table, giving him a smile where he munched on some toast. “Do you go to school?”

“Not right now no. But I think I’m going to try to go to college somewhere around here in a few months,” you said.

“Cool. Are you my sister?” he asked. Somehow that was the first time it crossed your mind that you were actually related to the kids. You had siblings.

“Uh, yeah. I am. Half-sister but yeah,” you said. “Jared’s my dad too.”

“That’s a funny thing to call him,” he said.

“Tom,” said Jared, definitely a dad voice if you ever heard one.

“It’s alright,” you said. Tom dropped it though and went back to eating, Jared back to helping Odette.

Fifteen minutes later the kids were out the door with Gen, Jared looking like he was about to make himself scarce.

“Hey, Jared. Um,” you said, stopping him in his tracks. “I was thinking of checking out a few of those colleges around here today if you’re not busy...you could come.”

“Okay,” he said, a big smile on his face. “Sure thing. I’ll drive.”

“I think I liked UT the best,” you said. “They had a lot of options for majors.”

“It’s a good school,” he said on the drive home that afternoon. “Y/N. Can we talk? About the letter?”

You felt your heart skip a beat and you were pretty sure Jared saw it. He pulled over near a park, giving you a soft smile when you got the courage to look at him.

“I know I’m not dad material yet, to you at least. I don’t know if I’ll ever be. I’m not sure why you came back but I’m glad you did,” he said.

“I talked to someone this morning,” you said. “They made me admit to myself what I was doing, what I’ve been doing the past few months. This isn’t who I am and I can’t imagine what you or your family thinks of me.”

“What have you been doing?” he asked gently.

“Pretending I’m okay,” you said with a shrug. “I knew I could get back on my feet in a little while once I got a better job and maybe some roommates or whatever. But I feel...I don’t know how to describe it even. Bad’s not the right word for it.”

“Can I try to help you feel better?” he asked.

“How?” you asked.

“Trust me.”

Three Months Later

“Hey, slacker,” said Jensen, popping his head in the back. He glanced at his watch, giving you a head tilt. “What are you still doing here? Your shift ended over an hour ago.”

“Trying to figure why some idiot planned out inventory this way. It’s a waste of time and money,” you said.

“I planned out the inventory,” he said. You bit your bottom lip, Jensen shaking his head. “Just messing with you. How bad is it?”

“You order in new material third week of the month right? You’d save money doing it the fourth. End of the month, it goes on sale, every single time,” you said.

“Huh. If you weren’t going to school in January I’d hire you full time right now,” he said. “Nobody here caught that.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking back at the computer.

“I appreciate the hard work but there’s like nobody else here and can you go home so I can go home? Please? Don’t you have father daughter time tonight anyways?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said as you stood up. “I’m going, I’m going. I got my schedule finalized for the semester so I should be able to sit down next week and rework it with you.”

“Hey, whatever you’re good with we’ll make work,” he said. “Now shoo.”

“Hey Jared,” you said, meeting him in the city a short while later.

“How was work?” he asked.

“Good. Is it okay if we ditch the movie tonight and go hangout instead?” you asked.

“Sure. Want to grab a bite?” he asked.

“I was thinking food trucks?” you said. He nodded and followed after you, making small talk about the day until you both found a spot in the park to settle down with your food.

“How you feeling today?” he asked between bites.

“Okay,” you said. “Better than I was before. I still miss mom.”

“I think you’ll always miss mom, honey,” he said.

“I know. I don’t think she’d worry about me so much now though,” you said.

“I got a call from Officer Kensaw today. He said he’s coming down to Texas to visit family this weekend. He was wondering if we could meet up with him, let him see how you’re doing,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s cool with me,” you said, twirling your plastic fork around. “I never really understood why he cared about me so much. I’m glad he did and all. Just never got it.”

“He didn’t tell you?” said Jared. You shook your head, Jared smirking. “Your mom’s accident...that was his very first call, his first day of work. He’d never done that before or dealt with it. I’m pretty sure the kid found it really easy to put himself in your shoes.”

“I never knew that about Owen,” you said.

“Oh, but we know his name’s Owen,” teased Jared.

“Shut up, old man,” you said.

“Old man? Yeah, right,” he said with a smile. “So you excited for thanksgiving next week?”

“Nervous,” you said.

“Your extended family would really like to meet you if you’re okay with it. We can still always stay home though if you changed your mind,” he said.

“I want to go. I’m ready,” you said. “If they’re like you, I’ll be okay. Just watch my back.”

“Always. I’m glad you stuck around and gave us a shot,” he said.

“I mean...I could have wound up with a worse dad,” you said. “A lot worse. I don’t know. I guess that image of you being some deadbeat that didn’t give a shit was hard to get over. You just didn’t know about me was all.”

“I would have been there for you. I would have,” he said.

“I know. You’re here now,” you said. “That’s good enough for me.”

“I feel like I owe a thank you to whoever convinced you to come back,” he said. “Let us have this.”

“I’m sure he knows,” you said. “Hey you want to try mini-golf tonight?”

“That sounds fun,” he said. “There’s a great one back closer to home.”

“Awesome,” you said. “Maybe ice cream after?”

“Ah, yes. There’s the proof you’re my child. The love for ice cream runs strong,” he said, finishing off his food. “Want to stop home quick to drop off your car?”

“Sure,” you said, taking your last bite and gathering up your trash. “I’ll meet you at home then?”

“See you at home, kiddo.”

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