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juletheghoul · 3 years

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Burning Hour (Part 3)

This series has completely taken over my life and I am so happy you are all enjoying it so much - thank you for all of the lovely messages and comments - I treasure them deeply.

So - you shouldn't be surprised that this particular moment on the red carpet absolutely inspired a scene in this story and I regret nothing. Hope you all enjoy this fantasy that's keeping me going lol.

Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)

Pairing: Din x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) Angst, pining, slow-burn, implied arranged marriage, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age) Yearning, jealousy, fingering/touching / slight dirty talk (slightly possessive)

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Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 4

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You floated through the morning.

Your dreams were full of kisses, of declarations of love and beskar glinting under the sun and it was hard to concentrate on anything.

You smiled to yourself as you broke your fast with warm bread and butter, feeling his eyes on you from his place behind your father.

“Your highness-” Your father’s advisor came through the door holding the usual paperwork, things for him to look over, letters to read. “-A letter has come for the Princess.” He turned to you then with a smile. He was an old man, grandfatherly and sweet. He handed it to you and you noticed from the corner of your eye Din’s helmet turn towards you.

It was a small letter and you noticed how beautiful the script was as you opened it.

Dearest Princess,

I would be honoured if you were to join me here at my home for dinner. My messenger awaits your response and if you agree, I will send my personal household guard to accompany you. I also imagine your knight will be in attendance, I welcome him and whoever else you choose to bring at my table. Ruby as well of course.

Hoping you’ll say yes.

Ever yours,

Poe. D.

“It’s from Poe, he asks that I join him this evening for dinner.” You were frowning at the letter, conflicted because you wanted to stay home, wanted to meet Din in the garden again. A tiny part of you however, the tiniest part wanted to say yes - wanted to see how Poe would behave. Part of you wanted him to do something unforgivable to wipe the smiles off your parents faces.

“Oh but you must go!” Your father’s voice boomed through the room and you imagined that you could almost hear Din’s jaw clenching.

“Yes my darling, you must go. What does the letter say?” Your mother held her hand out and you handed it to her. She smiled as she read it. “Din, you must accompany her.” She was smiling big, excited at the prospect of a match having been made. No one bothered to ask if you wanted to go.

“Yes of course, let his messenger know that the Princess will be in attendance. She will go, Din- I leave her safety in your hands. Take you who must.” It had been decided for you, and you had to accept it. You felt Mila’s hand grasp yours under the table in understanding.

“Which gown would you like to wear your highness?” She asked sadly as you put on your undergarments and you sighed.

Whichever one makes everyone leave me alone.

“Whichever you think would look best sweetling, I have no preference.” You said the words and they were honest. Yes - Poe was charming and sweet, handsome and in another life you would have been faint with excitement at his interest in you but you were in love with Din. He was the one you wanted to share a meal with. He was the one you wanted to kiss in the open - to have holding your hand as you sat together in front of the hearth. He was the one you wanted in your bed.

“How about this one?” She held out a lovely powder blue gown. You would have said no, something more plain but you had to be seen to be making an effort.

“Yes, that will do nicely.” You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes. She didn’t comment on it.

“I will tie a blue ribbon around Ruby’s neck to match, and I think you have some sapphires as well.” She brought over a tray of jewelry for you to peruse while she laced up your gown.

Your mind drifted to an interesting place. You imagined you were preparing for dinner with Din and imagined your knight picking out jewels for you to wear.

Would he prefer diamonds? Would he like me better in opals or emeralds?

You had a feeling he wouldn’t mind either way, but it was lovely to pretend even for a moment. She placed a dark blue cloak about your shoulders and stood back.

“You look beautiful Princess, the blue looks lovely against your skin.” She held up a silvered looking glass and you saw the reflection of a happy woman, although why she was happy - no one could know.

“Thank you sweetling, let's get this night over with shall we?” You smiled at her as you both made your way outside.

---

Din, along with five of his best knights, waited for her to set out for Damerons home. Damerons own household guard waited as well, having been sent to accompany her and he surveyed them. They seemed competent enough, he gave them their space nonetheless.

It was getting more and more difficult to put the future out of his mind - he knew that the Princess would marry at some point, it was her duty as Queen. She might even marry Poe - he knew that objectively they were a good match but his mind simply couldn’t stay objective. Not when it came to her.

This whole thing was moving faster than he hoped and he didn’t know what he could do about it.

You have to face facts Djarin, you’ll never marry her. You are a knight, she is a Princess, there is no place for you. Maybe you should just let her go.

It was in him to do so, to ignore his feelings for her; to find Gisela and ask her to marry him - have a couple of little ones and pray for things to work out. The harsh words to get her to hate him on the tip of his tongue but they evaporated like dew on a sunny day when he saw her come out to meet him.

She was a gem- a bright, glittering thing that he wanted so desperately to hold onto.

“I am ready Sir, shall we?” She smiled shyly and he nodded.

“Of course Princess, allow me.” He guided her into the wheelhouse, dreading and cherishing every single second.

The ride was uneventful, the road was quiet thankfully with nothing to see but long swathes of trees and greenery in the gloaming of the evening.

Ruby was napping softly in your lap but woke quickly when you arrived, her little tail wagging happily at the prospect of exploring.

“Yes my little darling - we are here.” She was in Mila’s arms when you pet her, the two of you waiting for the wheelhouse to come to a stop.

Din opened the door for you, he was helping you climb down when you heard Poe’s voice sounding out.

“Princess, I am so pleased you agreed to come-” He was striding over, his squire on his heels. “-I am happy to see you all. Please - be welcome.” He was smiling big at everyone as his guards retreated, no doubt returning to their posts. He crouched quickly to pet Ruby before approaching you.

“Hello Poe, I thank you for your invitation.” You smiled as you took in your surroundings. His home was a beautiful sprawling estate. He must have been wealthier than you thought. “You must give me a tour of the grounds - I would love to see the gardens.” You smiled at him as he offered you his arm.

“Of course Princess, I will show you whatever you wish after our meal - unless you’d like to go now?” He paused for a moment.

“After dinner would be just fine.” You answered as he guided all of you inside.

You weren’t sure what to expect about his home when the letter had come in earlier but it was a pleasant surprise. There were fresh cut flowers everywhere, painstakingly detailed tapestries hung up on the walls as you made your way to the large dining room. Lush carpets and plush chairs, truly a man who enjoyed his comforts.

“You have a lovely home Poe.” You smiled as he led you to your seat.

“I thank you Princess -“ He turned to Din and the other Mandalorians waiting by the table. “-Please, sit with us. I meant what I said, you are all welcome at my table.” He gestured to them to sit.

“I do not wish to intrude, we would be happy to eat with the rest of your household guard.” Din replied, his voice was clipped however.

“Nonsense. I insist, I dare say the Princess would be more comfortable if you were to join us.” He said it with an easy smile and Din hesitated slightly before agreeing. They all sat, lining their helmets up before them.

Din barely spoke.

He had never been one for long speeches - you were unsure whether it was because of the helmet, or just his nature. The other Mandalorians were friendlier and Poe took it all in stride. You could see that he took nothing personal and treated them just as he treated you.

Aside from Din’s cool demeanor and Poe’s etiquette, the dinner went well. The food was wonderful and you didn’t fail to notice some of your favourites on the menu.

“I took the liberty of finding out what you like to eat.” He said it quietly, not wanting to draw attention and you favoured him with a smile. It was hard not to like him, he was very thoughtful.

Once the meal was done, he fulfilled his promise and escorted you outside. It was much more open than the gardens back home - everything illuminated by torches and lanterns. There were flowers and neatly pruned shrubbery surrounding the large building. You noticed a stable on one side, as well a modest greenhouse on the other.

“It’s nothing compared to what you’re used to but I enjoy it. The kennels are just behind the stables and there are flowers and different fruit trees just to the right there - that’s where they get the most sun. I’m afraid the night doesn’t do it justice, it’s much lovelier during the day.” He was walking you through the grounds, your arm tucked under his as your party followed.

“It’s lovely, truly.” You were sincere and you couldn’t help but look up, the sky awash in stars. “I would imagine you must spend a lot of time out here.” You let him guide the way.

“Not as often as I'd like to, but I try. Perhaps when we marry I’ll make more of an effort.” He said it with a wink and you scoffed loudly but without malice.

“Oh is that so? Well then I suppose I’ll have to change some things around since in your mind I’ll live here hm?” Your tone was playful but sarcastic and you were acutely aware of Din following the two of you.

“Oh yes Princess, I am quite sure. My home is yours and you may do with it what you will. I live only to make you happy.” He was just as playful and as annoyed as you were that he was so confident in your union, it was also aggravatingly refreshing to be able to speak to someone so honestly - better yet for them to respond in kind.

You ignored it, Poe was charming, that’s all.

Much to your annoyance, the night was enjoyable. Poe was an excellent host and it was later than you had originally planned when you set off for home. The woods were pitch black in some spots, it made you anxious to ride in the wheelhouse while the world outside seemed like it didn’t exist. The soft light of the moon doing nothing to pierce through the darkness of the road at times.

Reaching the palace had been a relief and you said as much when you stepped out.

“You should have told me Princess, I would have ridden in it with you - if it would have helped.” He spoke as he guided you inside. You had wanted to, but the temptation of having him so close would have been too much - and as much as Mila knew about your feelings towards him - you didn’t want her to see you kissing him.

You patted his arm in silent thanks and he said nothing else.

When you reached your room you hesitated at the door, wanting him to pull you away somewhere but he didn’t - instead he waited until Mila got in. He took his helmet off and you smiled at the state of his hair. Your fingers itched to ruffle through it.

“Princess, if it’s not too late, I would ask you to join me for a midnight ride.” He waited for your answer and your smile widened.

“Of course! Would you permit me to change quickly?” You didn’t want to ride in such a stuffy gown - as beautiful as it was.

“I will wait however long it takes.” He motioned for you to go and you did - urging Mila to help you once you reached your bedchamber.

“The soft linen dress I think - with the long shift and the heavy cloak. I want to be comfortable and warm.” You changed as fast as humanly possible - all but ripping the jewelry off and within a few minutes you were rushing out the door. The two of you making your way towards the stables as silently as possible.

You watched him work deftly, his skilled hands saddling his horse with ease. One horse, not two.

“Are we to ride together?” You looked at him confused.

“Is this a problem for you Princess? I thought it might be quicker to get us to safety should something happen if we were on the same horse. I could saddle you your own if you prefer - we just wouldn’t travel too far.” He hesitated momentarily and your heart leapt at the thought that he would be holding you so closely.

“I trust your judgment Sir, one horse it is.” You kept your voice neutral and he nodded, finishing his work quickly. Once he was done - he helped you up and pulled himself up behind you. The cool beskar pressed up against your back as his arms reached around you to grab the reins.

Your dress pooled up around your thighs slightly, but your legs were covered by your big cloak but it was exciting nonetheless. You felt exposed, with his proximity it excited you way more than it should have. It felt forbidden, taboo and thrilling to have it feel like he was holding you. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning back into his body slightly but he didn’t complain.

The ride through the forest was quiet except for the sound of the night birds, the crickets and the creatures that prowled at this time. The sound of the horses' steps, the sound of its breathing mixing with yours as well as Din’s. He rode through trees, through the little paths only he seemed to know and after a while you were beside a lake. The soft sound of the water kissing the shore added to the nightsong and you were happy that he had brought you here. He had been silent the whole ride, but you felt him take his helmet off behind you and secure it somehow to the saddle.

“You should know that you looked exceptionally lovely today Princess, blue is your colour.” His breath tickled your neck and you shivered. You turned slightly to look back but you couldn’t fully face him, the angle awkward but he kissed you just under your ear to let you know it was okay.

“I thank you Sir, I hoped you would like it.” You leaned back into his arms to tuck your head under his chin.

“You wore that for me? I thought you wore it for Dameron.” His hands came up to hold onto your arms as he pressed little kisses to your neck.

“I always dress for you.” You left it at that, hoping he would understand that despite everything- he was the one you wanted.

“Can I confess something?” His hand came up to slowly undo the cloak tied at your throat.

“Yes, anything.” You answered almost breathlessly, watching his hands open up the cloak to expose your shoulders, the skin of your thighs poking out where the dress had bunched up even more.

“You might think me wicked but, I thought about what it would be like to kiss you.” His hand trailed down as he spoke, rubbing at your thighs over your dress and you watched them in the low light of the moon, mesmerized.

“You’ve kissed me before Sir, you could kiss me now.” You turned a little more but he stopped you.

“I wasn’t thinking about kissing your mouth lovely girl, I was thinking about kissing you somewhere else.” His hands slowly gathered the fabric of your dress, bunching it in his fist - lifting it inch by inch to bare your legs to him. “May I show you where I want to kiss you?” He stopped but you clung onto his arms around you.

“Yes - please show me.” You felt is other hand join the fray and soon he had exposed your lower half to the cool night air. Your undergarments were damp you knew it - the arousal pooling low in your belly at the thought that he might touch you where you most wanted him to. He didn’t disappoint.

His hand trailed up your inner thigh lightly, slowly, up until he skillfully slid it into your undergarments. He groaned deep in his chest when he touched your bare sex.

“Right here. I long to kiss you, taste you here.” His touch was feather light on the lips of your womanhood, slipping along the seam of you. You whimpered, no one had ever touched you here and you felt the slick dripping out of you as you let him explore. “Would you let me Princess? Would you let me bury my tongue right here?” He dipped his fingers low, parting you slightly to dip his fingers just at the entrance - collecting your arousal onto his fingers before slipping them out and bringing them to his mouth behind you. You moaned at the sound of him sucking you off of them and you nodded frantically.

“Yes Din, I would let you - I’m yours.” You moaned the words and his other hand held you in place.

“And I am yours.” He responded before bringing his hand back to where you craved it, this time he spread the lips of your cunt open wide, honing his middle finger on the pearl of your sex. He rubbed tight, slow circles around it and you moaned - trying desperately to open your legs wider. He chuckled darkly behind you.

“Does that feel good Princess?” He turned your face with his other hand, twisting his upper body enough to capture your mouth in a messy kiss, not quite aligned but it sent a shiver of arousal through you and you felt yourself climbing higher and higher- his finger relentless as he sped up a little.

“Yes - Gods yes - it feels so good Din, I thought about you too.” You moaned the words into his mouth. “I think about you touching me like this, when I do it to myself.” He groaned at your confession, his tongue thick in your mouth when he kissed you again.

His finger dipped low to collect more wetness and the glide of it was just right, just slippery enough to send you over the edge and you almost screamed. Your body seizing up with pleasure as your sex clenched around nothing. He cooed into your ear as you rode it out.

“You are intoxicating my lovely one.” He kissed your neck, as he lowered your skirts.

You watched him, blissed out and boneless as he licked his fingers before grabbing the reins again and slowly making his way back to the palace.

Mila was snoring softly when you slipped into the room and you were careful not to wake her and as tired as you were from travel it took you a long time to fall asleep. Your heart full of love for Din and a hunger you couldn’t satiate filled your belly. It was a craving for his body, for his kisses, for physical love a woman shared with her husband. You fell asleep hoping - though secretly knowing- that he craved you the same way.

—-

As happy as you were when you awoke the next morning, it was quickly dampened - your father informed you that Poe was to arrive at the Palace as his honoured guest. That he was to stay for a time as a gesture of good will.

You saw right through it.

Your parents had decided that Poe was the suitor they wanted for you and they weren’t being at all subtle.

They informed you with big smiles on their faces, no doubt in hopes of pushing you towards him. It was exhausting - this constant reminder that you would never be truly free to live the life you wanted with Din.

When Poe arrived, he was happy - taking this as a sign that he was winning you over.

“Greetings Princess, I cannot tell you how happy I am to be able to spend more time with you.” He was all smiles and you had no choice but to smile back.

“It will be interesting for sure.” With the way you felt about Din, the intense desire to be around him was at the forefront of your mind. As well as the way Din behaved around Poe, it would definitely be interesting to say the least.

—

Your father invited Poe to dine at your private table, and he engaged him in conversation almost the whole night. They spoke of the future, of how Poe would help rule if he were indeed to marry you. Your mother smiled silently, happy to let the conversation center around the two of you.

Din stood still behind your fathers chair and you wanted nothing more than to pull him to sit with you. To talk to him, kiss him and feed him from your own plate.

“I would want to help people to be quite honest, extend a hand to those that aren’t as fortunate as us. There are people out there starving and that doesn’t sit right with me.” He was honest, to a fault like he said but you admired that.

“That’s very noble of you my boy.” The king nodded.

“It’s very honourable isn’t it my darling?” Your mother smiled at you and you smiled back, nodding around a bite of your food.

“I’m sure the Princess and I could do much and more to help the people who need it the most, if she would let me that is.” He had a shy, genuine smile for you, tentatively reaching over and taking your hand in his. You couldn’t very well snatch it back but you felt Din’s eyes burning into the interaction.

This could get messy.

“Princess, I would humbly ask that you accompany me for a walk through the grounds - chaperoned by your knight of course.” He asked as the remnants of the meal were taken away.

“Oh I’m sure she’d love to join you wouldn’t you sweetling?” Your mother cooed, and you smiled and nodded.

“Yes of course.” You let him guide you, Din following closely behind.

—

“I hope I’m not intruding - I know that the King and Queen are very keen for this to work between us.” He held your hand as you walked arm in arm and you couldn’t help but sigh softly.

“Yes they are aren’t they.” Your tone came out a little more exasperated than you’d hoped but he was well aware that you were not to be swayed by him so easily, you knew he should expect some hesitancy from you.

“I understand that you aren’t impressed and that I am most likely not your first choice. For all I know you might already have your eye on someone else.” He laughed and you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder at Din. “Regardless of that Princess, I know this must be difficult for you but I beg of you to give me a chance to show you that there is potential here. I believe that in time you might come to love me.” He pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed your fingers.

“You are selling yourself quite hard Poe, I appreciate that you understand that my feelings for you aren’t where you want them to be.” You looked up at him apologetically, expecting him to have a sad look on his face but he surprised you; he was smiling - content to listen to you speak.

“I know, it’s not in you right now but I believe you will see me in a different light. I have faith.” He left the conversation there.

——

It was hard to find time to meet with Din, Poe seemed to be everywhere and his determination seemingly had no bounds.

Your mother found you as you dressed for the day - she had a note from Poe. He was asking you to accompany him into town to hand out some supplies. You couldn’t refuse him, not when your mother had delivered it herself.

“Will Din accompany us?” You asked it offhand, your voice neutral - your face a mask of nonchalance.

“No your father is going on a hunt and Din will be protecting him, there will be other guards with you.” She said it with a shake of her hand as she searched your wardrobe for an appropriate dress. “This will do nicely.” She picked out an off the shoulder, deep berry coloured dress that was not at all practical for a day out in the city.

It would have to do.

He had taken you to an orphanage in the heart of the city. There were kids running around of all ages and the older ones ran towards Poe when you entered - recognizing him. He had a big smile on his face as they hugged him around the middle, all decorum forgotten.

“Poe did you bring us anything?” A boy of about twelve years was eager, looking around you to the entourage of guards waiting behind you.

“Of course, brought all of you some good stuff like I always do.” He ruffled the boys hair before he held his hand out to you, you smiled and stepped forward. “I have someone very special here with me today, this is the Princess. Come on over and say hello.” He called them over to you and you saw some of the little girls eyes light up. They flocked to you, asking you if you were indeed the Princess. Asked you if you had a crown, and most importantly why you were there. They were precious.

“She’s here to help just like I am.” Poe answered for you.

A little girl of about six pulled on your dress and you lowered yourself slightly to be at her level.

“Princess, I like your dress, you’re so pretty.” She was smiling at you, her hair was a tangle but her eyes were bright.

“Thank you sweetling, you are much prettier I must say.” You moved the hair out of her eyes and she smiled wide, her little hand clutching at a makeshift cloth doll.

You helped Poe hand out toys and new clothes and there was food for them to eat. You spent the day playing with them and learning about their lives. The women who ran the orphanage knew him and you saw that all of the talk of helping the less fortunate was real, he had already been doing much more than you had ever even imagined.

It was hard to deny the little spark of something that he held within you.

He was handsome, he was kind and smart- funny and generous and with the way his eyes found yours throughout the day; he felt something for you. His eyes were piercing, dark and mysterious and for the first time, he gave you butterflies.

One of the little ones was showing you his space within the building, his bed and his tiny toy horse. He was waxing poetic about how one day he would be a knight. You were smiling at him when Poe stood next to you, his gaze heavy and it sent a flush crawling up your neck to light up your ears.

The fabric at his neck was crumpled and you couldn’t help but reach up to fix it, your arm extended over to him and his gaze focused on it, reached up to hold it to his neck. He placed a delicate kiss to your bicep and pulled you closer. The act was small, but so intimate it did something to you. Melted a tiny piece of you that up until now was frozen to him and he saw it on your face. Felt it in the way you let him hold you close, your arm still around his neck, his hand moving down to hold onto your waist.

The little boy was in front of you now, asking Poe if he would ever give him a real horse and he laughed, not unkindly.

“One day my boy, one day I will give you a horse - only if you promise to behave and be on your best behaviour. Can you do that?” The little boy nodded sagely promising he would. You didn’t pull your arm away, and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

—-

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from-the-clouds · 2 years

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also, i couldn’t fit this in the last ask but i did want to request a headcanon about like the early flirty days of yn & kendall? that chapter where he takes her home bc she’s drunk was so soft and cute :(

yesss of course!

bonus gif bc this became a fucking novel (i apologize in advance)

(note: these hcs are based on my fic thinking of a place, which you can read here. but context is that you start at waystar to look after ken and keep him out of the headlines during the height of his drug abuse/party phase, but once he sobers up, you move into a more serious role as his legal counsel/advisor.)

cw: mentions of drug abuse/addiction

i think at first when you are hired you're kind of scared of kendall, because all you know about him is that he's this out of control party animal, and all the headlines you've seen label him as a disrespectful womanizer. so you've sort of got walls up, and you're rather short with him.

and he doesn't like you either, he feels like you're a glorified babysitter and finds it humiliating that his father would hire someone to keep tabs on him like that. so it's sort of a self-fulfilling prophecy that he acts exactly how you were expecting him to, which keeps you both at odds.

you wanna quit so bad, but you're making bank to basically just make sure he stays out of trouble.

eventually he comes around, particularly after one night when you pick him up from a club he's at with stewy -- he's so fucked up you expect him to be horrible to you, but instead he ends up crying in your arms, telling you how he misses his family and how he's been a fuckup his whole life and knows he'll never change. you don't really know what to do besides rub his back and let his tears stain your sweatshirt, desperately seeking some sort of comfort or affection.

the dynamic between you shifts pretty quickly after that, particularly because you went from feeling like he was a spoiled brat to a very deeply sad and broken person, and you can't help but feel some sympathy for him, so you start to be a little gentler. and even though you're pretty sure that he doesn't remember anything from that night, he seems to respond well to your shift in energy.

one night, when you're keeping tabs on him at an event, he starts talking to you about some new investment he's excited about. you're not sure what compels you to do it, but you offer him a bit of legal advice to make sure he gets the better end of the deal. he's taken aback at first, because he didn't knew you had a law degree and business chops, and after that he starts coming to you more often with questions.

you become the first person he goes to whenever he's stuck on an issue or a problem because: "you're really fucking good with this stuff, you know that?"

i think if anything, once kendall sobers up and there's no use for you anymore, logan wants to fire you, but it's kendall who pitches to his dad to keep you around. after that, you're working directly under kendall, actually getting to be involved in new projects and making deals, putting your education and experience to good use.

i also feel like, because you're at work, he's not gonna be flirty in a super open way at first. it would start as more under the table stuff. like he's in your office for a meeting, and your desk chair is really loud and squeaky. he comments on it and you brush it off, you've asked for a new one a thousand times but no one listened. the next day you come into your office and there's a brand new chair. or like, you mention in passing that the coffee served in the office is kind of gross so you usually bring yours from home, until you notice that they've stocked the employee lounge with your favorite brand and gotten new coffee machine. and kendall would never like...take credit for doing any of it. he'd just do it because, unconsciously or consciously, he wants to make sure you're happy and content.

i also think like, once he feels his marriage with rava is really over, and starts to mentally move on, that's when he becomes a bit more bold with you. he'll tell you how nice you look or let his touch linger a bit longer than it should.

i just love the idea too of like, these quiet little domestic things you're doing for each other like, helping him put on cufflinks or straightening his tie, or hyping him up before a big presentation. or he asks you what you think of a certain shirt or suit he wants to wear somewhere but can't decide what to choose.

i could see you like, having a secret handshake or something stupid you do with him before he has to give a speech. even though you know it's dumb you do it anyways because you can't stand to see him so stressed out and you just want to make him laugh and loosen up.

you find yourself staying at the office really late some nights -- maybe you both had to work on something but even after you finished you both stick around sitting on the couch in his office, a little sleep deprived and loopy but talking and laughing and having a good time getting to know each other

at events you always seem to catch him checking you out, which normally would disgust you from anyone else. but he just gives you this sheepish smile and looks away, and you can't help but feel a little warm under his gaze.

protective! ken would definitely be a thing if he saw a sleazy businessman getting a little too handsy, like interrupting the conversation to be like "dude, she's not fucking interested" and he like, pulls you under his arm like "come on, honey" and walks you both away. and you feel so warm and safe with him looking after you. obviously, he knows you can handle yourself, but he just can't help himself because he hates seeing you uncomfortable.

maybe one day you aren't feeling well but go into work anyways, and you're sniffling and shivering and he sends you home. then later that night you get a little care package with soup and medicine. and it doesn't have a name on it but you're pretty sure kendall sent someone to drop it off.

i also think you would like, provide him with some much needed praise without even realizing it. like, he's so used to only hearing about what a fuck up he is, and his dad is always yelling at him when things don't go his way. but ken never gets positive feedback from anyone when things do work out, so you simply praising him and being genuinely excited for him when he has any type of 'win' means so much to him, even if you don't think twice about it. like he just clings to the validation he gets from you.

overall, i think he sees you as one of the few people who really care about him and want him to do well, so because of that he's always going to have a soft spot for you even if you bicker with each other and he doesn't always know how to express how he feels

#anon i'm sure you're like uhhhhhhhhhh #i didn't ask all that!!!!#but i started and i couldnt stop SO #apologies apologies #writing #asks #kendall roy headcanon #kendall roy x reader #q #succession #kendall roy #kendall roy headcanons #i should probably do DO MY FUCKING JOB NOW #thinking of a place #thinking of a place headcanons

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Bad Timing (Levi x reader) Part 10

Summary: How do you tell your friends that you’re falling for your big brother’s best friend?

Word Count: 4.9 K

The loud buzzing of the tattoo gun was beginning to annoy Levi. The little pricks less annoying than the drone of the machine. He winced as the needle skimmed over a sensitive bit of skin.

"Try not to flinch." Farlan scolded as he readjusted his grip.

"Tch, sorry." Levi apologized through gritted teeth. Farlan reached for a wipe to clean off the excess ink, revealing the nearly finished piece. Like his other tattoos, this one was no different, the design was drawn out in thin delicate lines of ink. He had chosen to get this one on his tricep. Farlan spun his chair around to show Levi the design in the mirror, a flower, more specifically a lily of the valley. More specific yet, the flower for the month of May, the month his mother was born.

He nodded in appreciation a she admired the thin stem that led up to delicate bell shaped petals. The stems faded into a two leaves at the base of the design, they were all that needed to be filled in before the piece was complete.

"It looks good." Levi mused as he stared at the aggravated skin, the black lines were outlined with red angry skin.

"Thanks, I must admit I'm a bit rusty." Farlan chuckled as he leaned in with another wipe to clean the tattoo.

"Could've fooled me." Levi muttered as he turned in his chair to give Farlan better access.

"Let me finish this up and then we can go grab some lunch." Farlan gave the tattoo one last wipe down before he wrapped it in sandiderm. Once he was pleased with his work he tugged off the gloves and tossed them into the trash.

"Sounds good." Levi grunted as he stood up from the chair. Farlan had picked up tattooing as a side hustle, not that he booked many clients. It was more of a hobby for him, but he was rather good at it. As Farlan cleaned up the equipment and packed it back into his bag Levi went into the bathroom to wash up before they left for lunch. Isabel was out with friends, she hadn't been particularly interested in visiting the University with Levi and Farlan.

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Levi trailed a few paces behind Farlan as they wondered through the sprawling campus. The campus had a dark academic vibe to it, with all the gothic architecture and the snowy lawns. Levi's trip was coming to a close, and he was glad that he had managed to squeeze in the visit. He spoke to an advisor, who was very enthusiastic about him applying. He figured that him coming from a single parent home, being an orphan with dual citizenship and good grades probably looked good for their statistics. So Levi and Farlan left, packets of information that they would need to apply. He decided that he should give Erwin a call, since he would be coming back home on the 26th, he originally intended on coming back after the new year but Hange had convinced him to come back early. Of course it was intended to be a surprise for Erwin and (Y/n), he felt bad for leaving Farlan and Isabel early but he figured that he could make up for the lost time when he got accepted into the University. They would have him all to themselves for four years if everything went according to plan.

"This place looks as good as any." Farlan paused in front of a small pub not too far from campus. Levi shrugged and kicked a chunk of ice out of his way. Farlan held the door open for him as they ducked into the dimly lit bar. The two settled into the barstools facing an impressive stock of alcohol, since it was about three in the afternoon the bar was basically empty save for a scraggly old dude that was mumbling to himself in a booth.

"Come here often?" Levi huffed as he inspected the sticky bar top. Farlan chuckled and waved for the bar tender.

"No actually, but I've heard that it's popular with the uni students." Faralan explained as he waited for the bar tender to finish counting the money in his hands.

"Two gin and tonics please." Farlan asked politely, the bar tender nodded and began to make the drinks.

"So you leave in what five days?" Farlan asked as he grabbed his drink and took a long swig.

"Yeah, sorry it was kind of last minute." Levi apologized, Farlan waved him off dismissively.

"Wait what did you get Isabel for Christmas this year?" Farlan asked as he slammed his already drained glass onto the counter.

"I bought her the DVD set for that one show she likes." Levi answered as he nursed his gin and tonic.

"Ah no way! That's a good one! The veterinary show right?" Farlan gushed, clearly impressed with Levi's choice of gift.

"Yeah that's the one." Levi nodded, a small smirk spreading across his lips.

"She'll love that. I got her some new jeans and a stuffed animal." Farlan shrugged, as he motioned for another drink.

"Not the shittiest choice." Levi mumbled as he brought his glass to his lips.

"Thank you Levi." Farlan held his glass up for a toast, and Levi indulged him, gently tapping his glass against Farlan's. Levi knocked back the rest of his drink before pulling out his phone to check his messages.

"What time should I pick you up from the airport?" Levi pursed his lips in thought before responding to Hange's text.

"Six in the morning." he typed his response quickly and sent it. He had already planned on arriving early to give himself plenty of time to prepare himself for the annual post Christmas party that your family hosted.

"See you then, don't have too much fun in France!" Hange's reply was instantaneous, Levi hated to admit it but he missed four-eyes and bushy brows. Hell he even missed Erwin's bratty sister.

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You draped your arm over your eyes in a feeble attempt to block out the blinding light that was flooding your living room. Although the snow was pretty, it sure was a bitch when the sun hit it, causing the light to reflect sharply in through the large windows in your living room. It was finally Christmas break, and you were enjoying it to it's fullest, basking in your sweats on the couch. Your mom had just gotten back from grocery shopping and was beginning to set out ingredients for the baking that she had planned to do for the rest of the afternoon. Erwin and Hange had gone ice skating with Mike and Nanaba, and planned to all meet up back at your house to assist your mom with the seasonal baking. Your phone chimed on the coffee table and you stretched to check it.

"Coffee and chill? 🥺" You rolled your eyes at Jean's message. He had been trying to contact you relentlessly for the past week. You had evaded him, not quite ready to confront him about his wrong doings. You ignored his text and instead favored to ask Mikasa if she wanted to come over to bake.

"hey I know it's been a while, but want to come over to bake cookies with me today? You could bring Armin and Eren if you want!" You sighed and dropped your phone back down onto the table with a sigh. You were pleasantly surprised by how quickly she responded.

"What time?"

"an hour?"

"See you then :)" You smiled at the screen as you read her response. You always thought it was cute how she preferred to use characters instead of emojis when she texted. You decided that a shower would be a good idea since so many people were coming over now, so you hustled up stairs. You were thankful that Hange and Erwin weren't home because they had made a habit of interrupting your showers. Whether it was Hange trying to join you in the shower to "save water" or Erwin coming in to take a massive dump while you were in the shower. So you fully took advantage of your uninterrupted shower time while you could. You took your time, washing your hair and the rest of your body and enjoying the hot water. By the time you were finished the bathroom was cloudy with steam from the hot shower. You wrapped yourself in towel and scurried to your room to change. You pulled on a pair of leggings and a cropped fitted turtleneck. You then proceeded to tug on a faded crew neck to complete the look. You loped down the stairs, but paused about half way down. The sound of shoes being toed off and a coat being hung up made you rethink your decision.

"Oh Kenny! I'm so glad you made it!" Your mom gushed and you bristled. It wasn't that you didn't like Kenny, it was just that you weren't expecting him. It seemed that your house needed to keep an Ackerman on hand at all times because as soon as Levi left Mikasa and Kenny began coming around more frequently. Your mom invited Kenny over for coffee on Sunday mornings and you invited Mikasa over for sleepovers and craft nights.

"Hey sorry I'm late, I brought booze though." Kenny's rough voice felt foreign to your ears. Despite his sudden presence at your house he still felt like a stranger to you. Of course you could only blame yourself here, you tried your best to avoid him and his questions, not sure how you felt about the gruff man. He seemed nice enough but you weren't quick to trust him, Erwin certainly wasn't either.

"Ah (Y/n)! Perfect timing! Come down stairs and say hello." your mom called out, you winced but obeyed, descending the last few steps.

"Hey there kiddo, how's it hangin'?" Kenny drawled as you slunk into the kitchen sheepishly.

"Hey Kenny, I'm good how are you?" You asked politely, aiming to please your mother more than Kenny. The man smiled triumphantly and leaned further back into his seat.

"I'm fantastic." he stated with a smug smirk plastered on his lips.

"Mom, I invited Mikasa, Amrin, and Eren over is that alright?" you asked, dismissing Kenny.

"Yeah of course baby, the more the merrier!" she cooed as she continued to set up the mixer and prop up the cook book.

"So my little niece will be joining us tonight?" Kenny affirmed as he stood to help your mother untangle to cord of the mixer.

"Yeah." you trailed off, not sure if this was good or bad. Although the pair had both been frequenting your house recently, they hadn't run into one another yet. You knew that Levi had a bad relationship with his uncle, so you could only assume that Mikasa's relationship was also just as rocky.

"haven't seen that brat since she was in diapers." Kenny mused as he flipped through the cook book.

"really? Well she sure has grown. Such a lovely young woman." Your mother sighed dreamily as she thought about Mikasa.

"Glad to hear it.." Kenny mumbled as he paused on a gingerbread recipe. Before you could decode the meaning behind his bland tone, the door flew open and Hange sauntered in. Today she was dressed for the weather in a downy parka and leggings with a thick crewneck. Erwin followed close behind, dressed in joggers and a t-shirt, he tended to get hot easily. Mike however was different. Mike was dressed for Arctic temperatures with a thick quarter zip underneath his north face and a pair of denim jeans on his legs. Nanaba wore a quarter zip as well but leggings instead of jeans. You rushed to help them shove their coats into the cramped closet and put snowy shoes over vents to melt off the ice. Soon they were all crowding into the kitchen, Mike was quick to help your mom set out ingredients while Erwin went to light the fireplace. Hange was rushing up the stairs and Nanaba was skimming through the cook book.

Ah yes such a familiar scene. You immediately felt better in the presence of the upperclassmen, Kenny seemed to melt into the background as he watched you all fall into a familiar rhythm. Erwin returned to the kitchen, dusting his hands off as he entered.

"Hey." He greeted you with a slight nod before he stooped to pull a baking sheet out of the cabinets.

"How was ice skating?" you asked as you leaned against the counter near Erwin.

"Cold, we saw Petra and Oluo there." Erwin mused as he sat the sheet down with a clatter.

"Really? Are they a thing?" you quizzed, your interest piqued.

"Couldn't say, wouldn't surprise me though." Erwin shrugged, his large frame pressed against the counter opposite to allow Nanaba to squeeze through.

"I don't know Erwin, last time I spoke to her she seemed pretty fixed on Levi." Nanaba interjected as she stooped to pull out a bowl.

"I thought she was over him. He left her hanging at my house a few months back remember?" Mike reminded Nanaba who pursed her lips in thought.

"Oh yeah I remember that...she was upset." Nanaba agreed as she sat the bowl in front of you on the counter.

"Then why was she with Oluo huh riddle me that." Erwin challenged, a sly smirk on his lips.

"Oh they've always been close, doesn't mean she likes him or anything." Nanaba scoffed.

"Well he sure likes her, saw him checking out her ass." Mike chuckled, your mom gasped and hit him upside the head.

"That's enough you guys! (Y/n), Kenny mix cut this butter up." Your mom ordered, grabbing you by the bicep to drag you over to Kenny at the island. She dropped a huge brick of butter in front of the two of you along with two butter knives.

"Oh I can do it on my own mom." you insisted with wide eyes.

"Nonsense, show Kenny how it's done." she slapped you on the back and turned to help Mike crack eggs into the wet ingredients bowl. You and Kenny shared an uneasy glance, you took the knife and sliced the chunk of butter in half. You slid half to Kenny and took the other half for yourself. You began to slice the butter into thin chunks and drop them into a bowl. Kenny watched with raised brows, the knife hanging loosely in his hand. You spared him a glance and an amused huff.

"Just slice it into chunks and drop them in this bowl." you instructed, pushing the bowl closer to him. He chuckled and then began to tediously cut the butter into uneven chunks. You nodded in approval as he began to gain confidence.

"Where does this go once it's done?" Kenny asked as he finished chopping the butter.

"In the mixer." You directed, as you wiped your hands on a damp rag. The doorbell chimed and you weaved through the kitchen to answer it. You were greeted by the familiar faces of Mikasa, Armin, and Eren. The trio piled into the house and kicked off their shoes and shrugged off jackets.

"Perfect timing guys, we just started making cookies." You said as you helped Armin out of his coat.

"Great! We brought our piping tips." Eren said, holding up a plastic bag filled with piping equipment.

"Oh yeah I forgot that you're a natural at cookie decorating Mikasa!" you complimented as you guided them into the kitchen. You placed the bag next to Kenny who was staring at Mikasa with slightly widened eyes, she returned his gaze with a surprised expression.

"Hey hothead!" Hange called out to Eren in a sing song voice as she descended the stairs.

"O-Oh Hange!" Eren cringed at her volume as she swang into the kitchen.

"Hange!" Armin cried out excitedly, you'd known that Armin looked up to the brunette due to her intelligence.

"Aw hello coconut head." she cooed as she ruffled Armin's blonde mop of hair.

"And baby Ackerman!" Hange giggles, turning her attention to Mikasa who was scowling at the brunette.

"So nice to see you all!" Hange gushed as she pulled on an apron.

"That was an awful long shit. You constipated or something?" Mike scoffed as he whisked the eggs.

"Ha ha very funny Mike." Hange scoffed as she sidled up next to Erwin who was crushing almonds loudly with a rolling pin.

"I'm just trying to pick up the slack. Someone needs to make Levi's crass jokes for him." Mike sighed, setting the whisk aside.

"Ah I'm sure he will appreciate the sentiment." Erwin approved with a chuckle and another jaw-rattling smash of the rolling pin.

"Kids why don't you start rolling this dough out and cut them with these." Your mother instructed as she thrust the large mixing bowl into your hands and pointing over to Kenny. You led Mikasa, Armin, and Eren over to the open counter space. Mikasa was side eyeing Kenny as she sprinkled some flour out.

"I want to make a penis." Eren remarked, a stupid look on his face as he looked to Armin for approval.

"That's inappropriate Eren." Armin chided as he reached for the dough in the bowl. He dropped the heavy ball of dough with a thump and a whoosh of flour.

"Hah! I'd like to see it!" Kenny chortled as he brushed some flour off his shirt.

"See he gets me!" Eren chuckled as Armin began to roll out the dough. Mikasa and you both rolled your eyes at the boys. Nanaba breezed by and brushed her hand across both yours and Mikasa's shoulders as she passed.

"You girls want pizza?" She asked with an angelic smile as she stopped by the landline.

"Yes please!" Eren answered before either of you could.

"Shut up Eren!" You snapped before turning to look at Nanaba who was holding the phone up to her ear already.

"Yes please Nanaba, can you put pineapple on one of them?" you asked with a sweet smile.

"Ew pineapple on pizza are you insane?!" Hange screeched from across the kitchen.

"Now now, if you order one with pineapple I'll eat it." Kenny agreed as he pressed a cookie cutter deep into the dough.

"Ugh, you guys are disgusting." Mike shook his head in disappointment as he poured the liquid ingredients into the dry ones for the next batch of cookies.

"Alright everyone be quiet while I order this." Nanaba ordered as she pressed the phone between her ear so she could jot down the orders on a pad of paper. The volume in the kitchen fell from a roar to a soft murmur as Nanaba placed the order. Once Nanaba hung up the phone the bustle picked right back up. The cookie hustle only stopped once all the dough was in the oven and the pizza had arrived.

When it was all said and done you all settled in the living room to watch christmas movies and eat pizza. As the movie began to play you finally took some time to check your phone for the first time all afternoon. You were surprised to see at least twenty messages on instagram from a swagmasterfarlan. You clicked on the first message and your frown deepened.

"cutte assf."

"Let me show you parish"

"I cantreat you right."

":)"

The seventeen other messages followed a similar pattern. You noticed that the last message that had been sent two hours ago. You glanced at the clock and frowned, it was already eight pm. You considered blocking the account but upon checking, you realized that it was Farlan's side account. You'd seen drunk texts before and these were no different. You glanced up to see Kenny with his hat over his eyes as he snored on the arm chair. Your mom was already dozing off on the couch with her feet in Erwin's lap, Erwin had an arm around Hange who was babbling about special effects to no one in particular. Nanaba and Mike were in their own little world on the floor as they watched the movie. Eren and Armin were joking in hushed voices as Mikasa's head lolled against your shoulder. Yeah you could use some entertainment.

"I would love to see parish." you smiled at your response as you sent it. Not two minutes later a new message appeared.

"Woh, I'm durnk as shit."

"yes you are swagmaster ;)" you responded with a giggle.

"Let facetime before levi punches my face." Farlan's words were becoming clearer so you figured that he must be sobering up to some degree.

"Alright." as soon as the read receipts confirmed that he had gotten the message your phone buzzed as he called you. Mikasa grunted as you shifted to answer the call, you answered on the third ring, thankful for the darkness in the room which concealed your features for the most part.

"Heyyyyy kid!" Farlan drawled, you could tell he was in his apartment, the surroundings familiar due to the times you had facetimed Levi.

"Hey Farlan, nice to finally meet you. I've heard all kinds of things." You chuckled as he squinted at his screen.

"No kidding! Hey what time is it over there?" Farlan questioned as he brought his phone closer to his face, giving you a perfect view of his eyebrows.

"It's about 8:30 here, what time is it in perish?" You mocked his blunder from earlier and he gasped in offense.

"That's cold!" he moaned, playing along with your joke.

"Spell it right next time!" you snickered, you glanced up from your phone and met Hange's curious gaze, her head tilted to the left. When you returned your attention back to your phone you were surprised to see the camera was no longer on Farlan's face. Instead it was spinning, the sound of grunting and shuffling was deafening. You winced the struggle continues for a few moments before there was a thud and a deep groan.

"Get into bed now before I punch your lights out." Levi's voice was gravely and strained with exhaustion as he spoke. Hange's ears were still perked as she tried to figure out who you were on the phone with. Once she heard Levi's voice she stood up and skipped over to the sofa to sit next to you.

"I'm serious Farlan this isn't cute get the fuck in that bed or so help me-" the phone clattered down to the floor, and you could make out the sound of stumbling footsteps.

"What is going on?" Hange asked as she leaned on your free shoulder to see the screen. You shrugged and bit your lip as you tried to decipher what was going on.

"No Levi, I've got to talk to her, she's still on the phone!" Farlan grumbled, his voice sounded a bit far away.

"You can talk to her tomorrow just go lay down already." just by the tone of his voice you could guess that he was pinching the bridge of his nose the way he did when he was frustrated.

"nah I'll just go grab my phone and-"

"No." the sound of bed springs creaking and Farlan grunting hinted that he had been pushed onto a bed. After a few more moments of the bed creaking and incoherent mumbling, the sound of footsteps approached the phone and then finally the camera was turned back towards the ceiling as it was picked up. And then Levi's face filled the screen, his eyes widened in surprise, you snapped a screenshot of the moment much to his displeasure.

"What the fuck." he huffed as he took in both you and Hange's amused expressions.

"Hey Levi! How's it going?" Hange cooed as she angled your wrist to show more of her face.

"How-"

"He called me." You answered quickly as you angled the phone back onto your face.

"why?" Levi interrogated. You simply shrugged as you took in his face. You were relieved to see that he looked the same, maybe his eye bags were a bit darker, and his hair a tad longer. But otherwise, he was the same.

"What are you doing?" Levi continued to grill you, to answer his question you panned the camera around the room, sure to not linger on Kenny who was snoring in the chair across the room.

"Thrilling." he scoffed when you brought the camera back to your face.

"Yeah, we spent the day baking. What about you? Seems like you guys are busy." You began your own interrogation.

"Yeah, Farlan had one too many at the bar." Levi agreed as he dropped down into an arm chair with a heavy sigh.

"And you? Did you have anything to drink?" Hange asked with a sly smirk. Levi's brow creased at her suggestive tone.

"If you must know, no I did not drink.... a lot." he answered.

"Lucky, I wish I was drunk right now." you sighed wistfully.

"I never said I was drunk." Levi clarified.

"Any big plans for your birthday Levi?" You asked, quick to change the subject.

"No, just dinner and gifts." Levi replied with a shrug as he sank into the chair.

"That sounds nice." you smiled, Hange dropped her head to your shoulder, her chin digging into your shoulder as she did so. Levi shrugged and averted his gaze for a moment.

"Where's Isabel?" Hange asked as here eyes scanned the background, which was too dark to really reveal anything.

"In her room playing some stupid video game." Levi scoffed as he cocked his head in the direction which you assumed Isabel's room was.

"Fun." Hange mused as she closed her eyes.

"And you? What are your plans for Christmas?" Levi's question surprised you, but you still answered.

"Same as always, gifts in the morning, breakfast, hopefully be plastered by 2." you sighed, Levi scoffed at your answer but seemed satisfied.

"What about the 26th?" Levi asked carefully. you pursed your lips as you thought about your schedule.

"Hmm well I'm not sure, probably-"

"Oh I forgot to tell you, Annie is hosting a party and asked me if you'd come." Mikasa's sleepy voice startled you.

"Really? Huh that's weird. Are you going?" you asked, tilting your face down to speak to her.

"Yeah. We're smoking weed." Mikasa mumbled, her eyes still shut.

"Guess I'll go too." you shrugged. Meanwhile Hange and Levi shared a wide-eyed glance, this could throw off their plans. More specifically Hange's plans, even more specifically her plan to set you and Levi up.

"Weed?" Levi asked, clearing his throat after the word fell from his lips. You knew that he had smoked the stuff in the past, but recently he had stuck to his juul and the occasional dab pen.

"yeah, Annie has like 30 grams right now." Mikasa answered.

"I've never smoked weed before." you mused, excitement bubbling up in your chest at the thought of the chance for a new experience.

"Eh it's okay." Mikasa shrugged.

"Guess I'll just have to try it for myself." you teased, nudging her with your shoulder.

"Guess you will." Mikasa mumbled before falling silent once more.

"Well there you have it. I'm going to Annie's on the 26th." you smiled as you answered Levi's original question. With the 26th only three days away, it gave you something to look forward to.

"Fine. Do what you want." Levi rolled his eyes and stood from his chair, his whole vibe seemed to change. You wondered if it had been something you'd said or if he was just growing bored.

"I've got to go. Farlan's phone is almost dead." Levi said as he walked through the apartment.

"Oh well it was nice-" before you could finish he had already hung up, or the phone had died.

"Classic Levi." Hange chuckled as she rose up, stretching her stiff muscles before returning to Erwin's side. You rolled your eyes and sat your phone down in defeat. You reached behind you for a throw blanket to cover you and Mikasa, you shuffled over a bit so you were snuggled between the arm of the couch and Mikasa, who had followed you. Using the arm as a pillow you lied down as much as you could with Mikasa still using your side as a pillow, she had stretched out as well to prop her feet up in Eren's lap. Eren was already passed out, his head leaning against Armin's shoulder, who was in a similar position to you. It was nice, you hadn't made much time for nights like these recently. Since you had spent most of your time with Jean you had neglected your friends, and you felt awful about it.

You had missed them deeply, in fact this had probably been the longest you'd gone without a weekend like this. Your family had been close to the Jeagers since you were babies. Your mom and Dr. Jeager both worked at the same hospital and often worked together, they had only grown closer when your father died of cancer when you were 9. Grisha and Carla had helped your mother our a lot the months following his death. Meaning you spent a lot of time with Eren and Mikasa, and by extension Armin. That same year was when they took in Mikasa since Kenny had been deemed "unfit" for a second child in his care. You assumed that the Jeagers would be coming over for Lunch like they always did on Christmas, as well as Armin and his grandfather. You felt your eyelids grow heavy as you thought about all the preparations that were needed for you to host this year, and before you knew it you had fallen asleep.

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7-wonders · 3 years

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Love That Moves the Sun and Other Stars

Summary: If you thought defying death, becoming the most powerful witch currently living, defeating Satan, defying death again, and becoming immortal was difficult, you were obviously mistaken. Coronation, royalty lessons, and pesky in-laws make the idea of facing Satan again more appealing with each day that passes. Luckily, your husband is by your side for it all. But will the love you share be enough to get you through these challenges?

Word Count: 1292 (just a short little introductory bb to set this up)

A/N: Ahhhhh I'm so excited for this! This is officially the first chapter of As Above, So Below's sequel. I've had so much fun revisiting these characters again, and I hope you have fun reading. If you enjoyed, please like, reblog, and comment. If you haven't read AASB before, strap in and click this link, because it's 70k+ words of pure goodness. Lastly, if you want to be on a taglist, let me know!

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She feels them before any of her other senses pick up on them. Being a goddess means her senses are especially attuned to any sort of disturbance, and that’s no different here. It’s an evolutionary trait, one meant to make sure that those gifted with immortality have an upper hand in case of danger, but there’s no danger here. Achlys, or Zoe (she doesn’t really have a preference which name you call her), smiles when she realizes that those she cares about are finally home. Indeed, those around her begin to pick up on this return too. Even Cerberus lifts his heads up, studying the noises he hears before jumping up in excitement and bounding towards the throne room. Zoe chuckles, standing from her spot in one of the many sitting rooms and transmuting herself to the throne room.

The hellhound does not even blink when he sees that one of his mistresses reached his destination before he did, screeching to a stop and barking happily. The king of the Underworld stands in the center of the throne room, his new wife holding onto his arm. Neither you (the aforementioned new wife) nor Michael can wipe the smiles off of your faces, both so wrapped up in newly wedded bliss that it’s impossible to not let the rest of the world see how happy you are. Only Zoe clearing her throat breaks your eyes away from those of your husband’s, and you grin even wider when you see her.

“Zoe!” you greet, untangling your hand from Michael’s to wrap your arms around your friend. “I’ve missed you!”

“Oh yes, because I’m sure you had plenty of time to think about those of us here while Michael was whisking you around the world.” Her eyes twinkle with mirth as she teases you, briefly letting go of you to customarily curtsey in the direction of Michael. “My lord.”

“I believe we’ve been past these formalities for about 200 years now, Zoe,” Michael says as he comes up behind you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Force of habit.” Zoe turns back to you. “So? How was everything?”

“Oh, the honeymoon was wonderful. Michael took me to Greece, and he did some magic to make Athens look like how it did when everybody thought you lived on a mountain.”

“Stunning, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what was better, Rome, France, or Greece.”

“They all have their charms.”

“Bet the sex was good, too.” Hecate appears with her arms crossed, smirking at you and Michael.

“That’s really inappropriate--” Michael starts, but you cut him off.

“You wish we would tell you.” You wink, Madison laughing and pulling you into a hug. Knowing that she’s finally getting used to hugging, you smile victoriously. “Anyways, the honeymoon was great...for me, at least.”

Madison laughs. “It wasn’t great for Michael?”

“No, he felt like it was ruined because I made him meet my parents.”

Michael scowls as if to emphasize your point. “I’m a god, why is it that meeting my wife’s mortal parents intimidates me?”

“He’s just being dramatic; my parents love him!”

“Do they know that you’re married?” Zoe asks.

“No, we said we’re ‘dating’ and taking things slow, which, in Underworld time, we technically did.”

“Gods, I wish I would have been there for that conversation,” Madison chimes in.

The doors open, interrupting your conversation, and Michael’s right hand demon appears with a bow. “My lord, welcome back.”

“Thank you, Cassius.” Like a switch being flipped, Michael assumes the position of God of the Dead.

“I hope you enjoyed your vacation, for we have quite the workload for you to tackle.”

“Yes, of course.” You look at Michael with a pout, which really isn’t fair on your part considering you just spent the past month uninterrupted with him, but still...you thought you would at least be able to relax with him a little bit before jumping back to work.

“King stuff?” you ask.

Michael nods. “King stuff.” He kisses your head just barely, already on the move to go handle whatever’s first on the long list that Cassius is holding. “But don’t worry, you’ll have plenty to keep you busy, what with the coronation and all.”

“The coronation?”

“Yes, your advisors will explain it further.” Michael glances behind his shoulder. “I love you!”

“I love you too.” But he’s already gone. “Did you two know anything about a coronation?”

“No, but it’s kind of assumed that there would be one, since you married a king and all,” Madison says.

“You’re my advisors, so tell me about the coronation.”

Madison laughs. “We’re far too important to be anyone’s advisors. No, as the soon-to-be Queen of the Underworld, you have an actual staff.”

“But...do I actually need a whole staff?”

“Considering you’ve never done any sort of crash course on how to be nobility, I would say that you do.”

You nod sagely. “Like in Princess Diaries.”

Madison and Zoe share a confused look. “I have no idea what that means.”

“Oh, it’s a movie. Basically this girl finds out from her grandma that--”

“I wish I could say that I’d watch it, but I won’t.” At this point, Madison interrupting you is so normal that it doesn’t even phase you anymore. “But let’s face it, you’re going in completely blind. You need some sort of help.”

“Why from other people though? I’d rather that you and Zoe just helped.”

“Neither of us are skilled at planning coronations, and we can’t guarantee that we’ll always be around whenever you need to learn something related to your new role. We’ll certainly try, though,” Zoe says.

“Who’s this ‘we’ you’re talking about?” Madison jokes. “Don’t stress about it, okay?”

“I’m not!” you insist.

“I can see it in your face, you totally are. Nothing’s going to change, and you have nothing to worry about.”

“Besides having to learn how to be a queen?”

“Besides that. But I thought you knew that you would have to do this?”

“I did, but I just didn’t think it would be so sudden. I thought I would have some time after getting back before having to deal with this.”

“Okay, you need to get out of your head,” Zoe says, “and we’re going to show you that things will still be as they were before you married Michael.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“Well, how much of the Underworld have you explored before?”

“Not much. Michael took me to Elysium for a date once, and we went to see the Fates, but the only other time I had been out of the castle was when I ran and that monster almost ate me.”

“Perfect. We’re having a girls’ night out, then, and showing you the fun parts of the Underworld.” Madison squeals upon hearing Zoe say this, and you can already see the wheels turning in her head. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing yet.

“There are fun parts of the Underworld?”

“Why would we continue to live here if there weren’t?” Madison asks, and you admit that she has a point.

“Consider it, like, a bachelorette party! Mortals do that, right?” Zoe looks at you in anticipation.

“Yeah, but I’m not really a bachelorette anymore.”

“So? It’s a belated party, and any event like this is an excuse to go have fun.”

“Oh, alright.”

Zoe claps her hands together. “Perfect! Let’s go find some suitable outfits.”

Zoe and Madison each take one of your hands, walking and chatting about the places that they want to take you and where they think you would like best. Though you huff and roll your eyes, you have to admit: it’s good to be home.

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johannstutt413 · 3 years

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(requested by calligomiles; continuing from this and others) Gummy/Skadi VI [I genuinely didn’t realize how long this series has gone on for] [or how long this fic was gonna end up]

“Hey, Skadi?” Rada was sitting at the breakfast table, reading text messages from her phone. “The girls are getting together for a reunion. Wanna tag along?”

“...The girls?” The Aegir stretched on their bed; she’d been staring at the patterns on the ceiling for the past few minutes, tracing constellations in the spackle.

The chef leaned her head backwards over her chair’s back. “The Student Group?”

“Oh, right.” She looked back at her curiously. “A reunion?”

“We’ve kept in touch, but we haven’t had a meeting in ages. Besides, I haven’t gotten a chance to show you off to them yet~”

Skadi nodded. “As you wish, precious.”

“It’ll be fuuuun, I promise!” Gummy went back to her phone a moment before turning her chair entirely around. “You had friends before me, too, right?”

“Friends? Me?” The Abyss Hunter pretended to be shocked.

Rada frowned. “Yes, you. Didn’t you go on a mission a while back to bring them home?”

“I did,” she shrugged. “We talk sometimes, when she’s lucid.”

“Oh…I’m sorry.”

The Aegir hopped to her feet. “For what? You didn’t do anything wrong. When’s the party?”

“Oh, right!” The Ursus looked at the clock. “An hour from now.”

“Enough time to pick dresses.” The ones from their wedding wouldn’t work, but they had a few more to pick from-

Why was she getting her wallet? “Great! Let’s go!”

“...Sure, why not.” Holiday bonuses were coming out soon. “Ready when you are, Precious.”

-----

“Alright, invites sent. How’s the stereo coming?” Zima looked over Glaucus’ shoulder, hunched over her workstation.

The tinkerer looked up from her work and smiled. “I’ll have it finished tomorrow.”

“Cool.” The pair stared at each other for a moment. “You really wanna come?”

“I want to meet your friends.” Partially to put faces to names of the people who should’ve visited her in the clinic while the Ursus was recovering.

Sonya cracked her neck. “Yeah, but I told you how an Ursus party goes, right? We’re just gonna drink a bunch of vodka and shoot shit, and I don’t wanna bore you with all that.”

“You can’t bore me.” It was simply a fact. “Remember what happened last time you tried?”

“That wasn’t trying, it was just a much longer meeting than it should’ve been.” If long meetings made Glaucus act like that, maybe she should try scheduling more of them-

The Aegir reached up and poked her ear, bringing Zima back in an instant. “How long before we’re leaving?”

“Th-thirty minutes.” Every time she did that was like the first. “You’ve got time.”

“I’ll go clean up, then.” Another poke as she stood up and walked to their bedroom.

The General watched her throw off her work coat and shook her head. “And people call me ‘impulsive.’ She’s lucky she’s too cute for me to stop her…”

-----

♫Deep calls to deep calls to deep calls to deep~♪ Istina sang under her breath as she knocked on Deepcolor’s studio door. “May I come in?”

“Perfect timing, my muse is falling asleep.” The painter turned to face the advisor, tentacles relinquishing their brushes to the tarp around her stool. “You’re looking a little red, dear.”

“The Student Group is having a meeting today, and the General invited you to come along.” Not directly - Zima had said she’d be bringing a guest and gave the go-ahead for them to each bring one as well.

The Aegir, watching her girlfriend’s colors fluctuate with her subconscious, wondered if it was an invitation they should take. “You haven’t met in a while, right?”

“The General and I had a…philosophical disagreement.” Read: they’d gotten into a really bad argument. “Natalya suggested we not meet for a week or two so we had time to cool off, but the General never called another meeting until now.”

“Wait, so why’s she calling one now?”

Anna shrugged. “I think she’s finally ready to admit she was wrong about the direction we were heading. If she still believed what she said that night, she would’ve left Rhodes Island by now.”

“Oh, right, the ‘global revolution’ argument.” Deepcolor remembered her talking about it from the first portrait she did of her new muse. Who needed the ocean when there was plenty of waves churning in this Ursus’ soul? “You think she’s come around?”

“I don’t think she’d call a meeting after this long just so I could yell at her again. Either way, there’s gonna be vodka, Rada’ll definitely bring snacks, and you’ll have plenty of subjects for new paintings afterwards.” Istina really wanted her +1 along, preferably for moral support but considering who she was talking to-

The artist stood up and hugged her. Neither of them minded the paint she’d no doubt leave on the advisor’s outfit. “Obviously I’ll go with you, then. I’ve got time to change outta my smock, right?”

“If you want.” The Ursus didn’t mind if she wore that to the meeting. “I’m not.”

“Well, then let’s go now. I can hang my latest piece on the wall while we’re waiting.”

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Rosa looked at her phone, took a deep breath as the thumbs-ups came in, before sending hers last. “It’s actually happening…I didn’t think she’d ever call another one.”

“Call another what?” Blue asked from across the table, flipping the page of her magazine as she did.

“The General just called a meeting for an hour from now. She said we could each bring a guest.” The heiress leaned her arm on the table and her head against her palm. “Oh, I hope this means they’re going to make amends instead of start another argument.”

The Anura marked her place so she could divert her full attention to the matter at hand. “How long has it been since you’ve seen them?”

“Months, at this point...Can you have an organization meet so infrequently and still continue?”

“It’s all a matter of perspective,” the poisoner replied. “If you still care about them, you can be friends with people for years without saying a word to them. Not that I can say that from experience, simply consistent observation.”

Natalya frowned. “Has your toxin always scared people away?”

“Yes and no. There are other ways I scare people.” Azureus stared through the Ursus, her dazzlingly sapphire eyes seeing a thousand yards into the distance.

“Really?” She reached out and took her hand, resting them against the closed magazine. “I hope we’re never apart long enough for you to find out how it feels.”

Blue turned red as she lightly squeezed Rosa’s hand. “Definitely…An hour from now, you said? I should have enough time to make a pan of brownies, then.”

“If you’d like. Rada usually handles the catering for our meetings, but I can’t imagine her saying no to your desserts. She’s always liked sweets.”

“And yet I’m the one who ended up dating you. Interesting.” The heavy-duty Sniper recoiled. “Nadya?”

The heiress shook it off. “I…Sorry. I’m okay. Just, um, don’t joke about that.”

“First and last time. Sorry.” That wasn’t concerning at all; nonetheless, the baker went to the kitchen to start her brownie pan.

“It’s alright.” It definitely wasn’t. “Everything’s going to be alright…” ‘Right?’

-----

“Sharky? Shaaaarky.” Leto debated poking her cheek but instead stroked Specter’s hair. “It’s alright; you don’t have to wake up. Just wanted to see if you’d be in the mood to meet some of my friends from back in the day. One of them’s Orca’s wife, so-”

The Hunter sat upright immediately upon hearing those words. “Ya have a date with Skadi and her wife?”

“Not a date, a Group meeting. General finally got over herself enough to call one.” The halberdier had to wonder who’d managed to do that. Must’ve been a real smooth-talker.

“Oh. That’s not as cool,” she admitted, “but I haven’t seen Orca since she got me back from Iberia and we left Katty in the slammer, so I’m game for a little rendezvous. Who else’s gonna be there?”

Rosalind knew by heart but took a moment to prepare her thoughts- wow, that felt weird to acknowledge. Her, thinking? Who was she, Anna? “There’s the General; she’s a hothead, even more than I am nowadays, but she’s got good intentions most of the time, and honestly if it weren’t for her we wouldn’t be here. Rada’s an absolute softie, snuggly and warm and a great cook - again, without her, we wouldn’t have made it here. Anna’s the heart of the group from a certain point’a view, kinda like our moral compass I guess? Also the one who made the Group a Group rather than just some girls who struggled through together. Natalya’s…’cept for me, she’s the only one I’d say is just kinda along for the ride, not trynna be rude but she and I were never really the best at any one thing, y’know? She’s another gold-heart, though, real sweet voice, too. That’s all for the bears - I know Skadi and Deepcolor are gonna be there too-”

“Deepcolor?” Specter’s nostrils flared.

“Yeah, the painter lady.” The Ursus went back to stroking her girlfriend’s silvery mane. “Bad blood or some’n?”

She looked at her with a difficult-to-place expression. “Something like that. I’ll tell ya after, but we’re not chummy. Which one of ‘em’s datin’ Orca?”

“Rada.”

“...Eh?” Sharky did a double-take. “The softie? Yer sure?”

Leto nodded. “I’ve seen the ring, yeah.”

“...Well damn, I should call Orca more often, I guess. Doesn’t sound like her type.” Had things really changed that much over the past few years?

“Huh. I was thinkin’ the same thing, just backwards.” Rosalind shrugged. “Ah well. We got like an hour to change and shit.”

The Aegir nodded, but then she smiled, and then she rolled the halberdier on top of her and hugged her close. “That’s thirty minutes of snugglin’, sounds like.”

“No fussin’ from me, Precious,” the teddy bear replied to her pillow.

“Mmm.” Today was gonna be a nostalgia trip for her, the Hunter could tell. ‘Wonder if She calls hers that.’

-----

Gummy was sure she and Skadi would be the first people to arrive - they’d grabbed pizza on their way after buying and changing into new clothes - but when the couple got there, Istina was setting up chairs and a tentacled person was hanging a painting thing on a wall. The advisor’s eyes met the chef’s, and time stopped for a moment. “Rada…It’s been a while.”

“Uh, yeah, it really has.” She and Orca walked the pizza over to a folding table set up for the meeting, and then Rada charged Anna and picked her up off her feet. “Waaaay too long!”

“And there. That should sti- Oh shit.” Deepcolor finished setting up her piece in time to see the bears’ hug and the piercing red eyes of a predator.

Skadi walked through the chair circle, stopping at its center, and beckoned for her to approach. “Still reporting to your spymaster?”

“Still killing kinsmen?” The artist hopped down to the floor. “But no, I’m not. Sea’s not got a hold on me now - can’t inspire me like she does.”

“‘Like she-’ You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!” Gummy continued squeezing her Annechka for all she was worth.

Istina managed to reply with, “Never came up…”

“I think you’re the only one who ever talks about their significant other in the chat, Rada,” Rosa noted from the opposite side of the room, approaching hand-in-hand with Blue Poison with a plastic grocery bag slung between them. “Let’s pet these on the table with the pizzas.”

“You’re dating Blue? Oh, I’m so happy! And not just because you brought brownies, I promise!” This was the point the advisor was finally allowed to touch the ground again as Gummy went over to the food to finish setting up.

Deepcolor followed after her to talk to the new arrivals. “Always interesting meeting you around here, Azureus.”

“Likewise, Innomi.” [from a species of dumbo octopus] The Sniper reserved true barbs for very few people. “I suppose we’ll be seeing Laurentina here as well, based on this pattern.”

“Damn straight,” Specter called from the entrance, Leto glued to her and a loaded brown bag of vodka in her arms.

Rosalind looked around the room and whistled. “This is gonna be gooood. General last to show, then?”

“It seems that way,” Rosa confirmed. “Any trouble finding enough alcohol?”

“Aw, come on, Nadya, ya know I’d never leave us high and dry! You hear her Laurie?...Laurie?”

Laurentina was preoccupied, however, sniffing at Deepcolor, who’d lost all color in her face. Anna and Skadi reached the table in time for the advisor to step between Sharky and Innomi. “Are you quite finished?”

“Oh, ya’ve got some fight in ya? Rosie made ya sound kinda flimsy.” The Hunter took a long nasal inhale. “Now I’m done. Take it ya fin’ly found yer better muse, Deep?”

“Y-yes…” The painter squeezed Istina’s hand with her own and the tentacle carrying her purse.

Leto punched Specter’s shoulder. “Place nice, a’ight? This is a meetin’, after all. Save the pent-up aggression for the pub crawl.”

“It’s been a while since we had one of those,” Zima agreed as she walked in, Glaucus closely behind. “Wow. Lotta familiar faces.”

“Glaucus?” Azureus’ jaw dropped.

The Aegir waved. “Hi, Blue. Hi, Skadi. Hi, Specter. Hi, Deep. Hi, Gummy. Hi, Istina. Hi, Rosa. Hi, Leto…That’s everyone, right?”

“You said everyone, yeah.” The General smiled. “I swear, if you weren’t so damn precious-”

It was as if she’d triggered a roomful of sleeper agents as everyone, Ursus and otherwise, excluding Sonya and Glaucus, looked at their significant other.

“...Did you rehearse that?” Zima asked them as they slowly but surely redirected their attention back to her.

“You don’t know?” Istina asked, expressing the accumulated feelings of the other eight present. “The word ‘precious’ is the highest term of endearment for an Aegir. It’s their ‘zayka [beloved in this context, rabbit/bunny in others],’ in essence.”

Glaucus blinked. “It is? I’ve never heard it.”

“Oh, now that’s sad,” Specter declared with a shake of her head.

“Well, now I know.” Sonya recollected her composure. “So, now that everyone’s here, let’s take our Preciouses, grab some pizza and booze, and sit down for a meeting.”

After a brief plating frenzy, facilitated/refereed by Rada and Blue for the most part, the five Ursus and five Abyss Hunters and affiliates gathered in the ring of chairs set up by Istina. Once she had a full slice of pizza in her system, Zima began the meeting without any of the old ceremonies. “Anna, you were right, and I’m sorry I didn’t say it until now.”

“...That’s alright, General.” The frankness was like her, but her admitting defeat was new.

“No, it’s not. I’m glad everyone’s doing well, but we haven’t…I missed you all.” She wiped her eye as the tinkerer next to her rubbed her back with her closer hand. “IMs are useful, but it’s not enough. Never was, but after recent events, I needed to see you all. Even if we’re not the faces of change and progress for the homeland anymore, if we’re a high school reunion rather than a revolution, I don’t want us to forget how we got here, or where we came from. I want that tragedy to have a purpose. I get that it’s all selfish shit I’m saying right now-”

Istina got up from her chair and wordlessly hugged her shoulders. Glaucus followed suit as Zima stopped talking, and one by one the rest of the assembled, Deepcolor last, huddled around them as well. The advisor whispered, barely audible but plainly understood by all present, “I forgive you. We all do.”

“...That’s all the business I had,” Sonya squeaked out.

“Oh, how the mighty have risen,” Leto observed, hand on the General’s shoulder. “I’m proud of ya, General; glad the gang’s all here.”

Specter looked at the gathered Abyss Hunters one-by-one, nodding at each, and smiled. “They really are. ‘Cept one.”

“Gladiia’s not here, is she?” Blue had noticed their absence once Zima had called the meeting to order.

“She’s not,” Skadi confirmed. “I would’ve thought if any of us would take an interest in the leader of this group, it’d be her.”

Deepcolor shook her head. “Glaucus’ colors match the General’s better.”

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me: we part of this lil’ family now, too?” Sharky hadn’t had a pack to hunt with since…when had that been?

“That’s the idea I had,” Zima confirmed. “It didn’t seem fair for my girlfriend and Rada’s wife to be the only two allowed in.”

Natalya squeezed Azureus’ hand as a reminder to herself for later. “I daresay this is the last meeting of the Student Self-Governing Group, then. We need a more fitting name for ourselves.”

“The Sea Bears?” Rosalind thought aloud.

“What the hell’s a sea bear?” Specter shook her head with a chuckle. “What about something simple, like The Pack?”

Istina thought for a moment as other suggestions were tossed out before settling on one herself and speaking it into existence: “The Precious Few.”

“...Fuck, that’s good,” Rada said.

“If she’s saying it like that, that’s an automatic agreement, I think.” The General nodded. “Well, then, it sounds like a toast is in order, then? Alright, everyone, get your cups so we can do this right.”

The group hug disentangled itself and returned to their (mostly) full vodka-cups of various sizes. First to stand wasn’t the General, but Glaucus beside her. “A toast to those of us gathered here today; to the ones we lost on our way here; and to the bonds that tie us together, for better and never for worse…How’d I do?”

“Cheers to that!” Leto exclaimed as the entire group lifted their cups and drank.

“Ah…It always tastes better with your friends around you,” Sonya smiled. “Alright, well, I won’t hold anyone here, but we’ve got a hell of a lot of catching up to do, so unless anyone’s got somewhere else to be, I brought cards.”

“Sounds good, General! What are we playing?” Gummy asked on behalf of the entire group.

The raucous laughter audible outside the room, which lasted a couple of minutes, was a direct result of Deepcolor’s suggestion: “Go Fish?”

#arknights #arknights fic #gummy (arknights)#skadi (arknights)#zima (arknights)#glaucus (arknights)#istina (arknights)#deepcolor (arknights)#rosa (arknights)#blue poison (arknights)#leto (arknights)#specter (arknights)#to think all this came from a single rarepair prompt over a year ago #granted most of the other characters only came into their own specifically for this purpose in this context #but this thing's eight fucking pages in the Doc #which is a lotta dopamine for me let me me tell you #sooooo worth it #happy to be an agent of free shipper support in the universe #and i wish everyone a very happy Arknights

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sunmoonandeddie · 5 years

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marriage story

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 5,641

summary: Fake marrying Bucky was only supposed to be a means to an end.

prompt: college au, fake marriage au, and enemies to lovers

warnings: swearing, talk of past sexual abuse

a/n: This was written for @broadwayandnetflix for @bucky-smiles‘s Secret Santa! SURPRISE!!!! I’m so sorry I’m a day late, I just wanted to make sure it was as good as I could make it!! I really hope you enjoy!!!

You weren’t sure how you ended up staring at divorce papers.

Hell, you’d just graduated college three weeks ago and had miraculously landed your first job that was conducive to your career.

And now, you were a divorcée at the age of twenty-one.

Granted, your marriage had lasted much longer than a lot of those that happened when the two people were teenagers.

It had also been fake, but that’s beside the point.

You read over the divorce papers for the eightieth time since they’d arrived. Both of you took your individual things, no need for lawyers…

It had all seemed so simple when it first began. A means to an end.

You were eighteen and stupid. Desperate. You had no idea what the consequences would be.

You had no idea that you’d actually fall in love with your husband.

He’d needed to live off campus since he couldn’t afford the on campus housing. At a minimum of seven thousand dollars a school year, it was ridiculous. You couldn’t really afford it either, but the school had a rule that you couldn’t live off campus until your junior year, and the two of you were still second semester freshmen.

Then there was the issue with your FAFSA. You weren’t exactly on good terms with your parents. And by not on good terms, you meant that you didn’t speak to them. At all. Getting their tax information wasn’t going to happen, and it wasn’t like they were helping you pay for college.

But FAFSA wouldn’t let you fill it out as an independent student until you were twenty-one. Apparently, being cut off from your parents wasn’t enough of a ‘special circumstance’ to allow it.

But, there was one little thing that could fix all that.

Matrimony.

If you were married, you’d have to file independently. No questions asked about parents.

And the university would allow you to live off campus, too.

It was a perfect solution. A quick little trip to the courthouse.

Living together had seemed logical. A little two bedroom apartment was much cheaper than seven thousand dollars for nine months in a dorm room you had to share.

Plus, you had to keep up the illusion to the school and the government that you were married.

Outside of living together though, there wasn’t much needed. Each of you wore a fake ring when you went to your meetings with your advisor and your classes. It kept the rabid frat boys away from you, at least.

And then there were the scholarships. Turns out, there are scholarships specifically for married college kids, and your advisor thought you were just perfect for it because she’d never met such a wonderful couple.

It was all perfect. Until it wasn’t.

First off, you and Bucky didn’t even really like each other when all of this started. You only knew each other because you were best friends with Natasha, who was his best friend’s girlfriend. It had actually been the two of them that had gotten the idea in the first place.

“So, I’m sure you’re wondering why we gathered you here today,” Steve said, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Steve, this is my room.”

This was not how you wanted to spend your Saturday night. You’d worked a double that day, from eight in the morning to ten that night.

The perks of working at a bar that did Mimosa Mornings on the weekends. The worst part was that you weren’t even allowed to take a shot or two to help you get through it since you were eighteen.

Stupid fucking law. If you could work in a bar, you should be able to drink to deal with the customers. Because fuck, they’re horrible.

But you made more than you’d be making at Buffalo Wild Wings, that’s for sure.

“Can we just get whatever this is over with?” Bucky asked from across the room. He definitely wasn’t keen to be stuck in a room with you for any longer than necessary. “I have work in the morning.”

“Same here,” you added, narrowing your eyes at the two who sat in front of you.

Natasha was your best friend and your roommate, but fuck were you ready to put out a ‘New Friends Wanted’ sign. You could take applications.

Requirement number one: Must not be dating the best friend of the most annoying prick in the world AKA Bucky Barnes.

Requirement number two: Must not be waiting to ambush you in your own dorm room with said prick.

“So, both of you are having issues with the university,” Nat said as she took out a bunch of papers. “The dorms are crazy expensive and you’re not allowed to live off campus. Also, FAFSA is ridiculous.”

“And we have a solution,” Steve said, a grin on his face. He was such a giver. He loved his friends more than anything in the world and would literally give anything for them. Seriously. You’d once watched him actually give the shirt off his back to Bucky when the latter had gotten drunk at a party and puked all over his.

He’d also gotten it on your shoes, and Bucky had just burped and said, “They look better now.”

The disgusting asshole.

“Well, spit it out,” you said, rubbing your temples. You were still in your uniform, a pair of cut off jean shorts and a tank top. Your hair smelled like cigarette smoke and someone’s beer that they spilled on you. “I’d like to go to sleep before sunrise, please.”

“You two could get married.”

Both you and Bucky stared at them like they’d grown two heads.

“I’m sorry… What the fuck did you just say?” You asked, standing up.

Natasha rushed to continue, still grinning. “If you two get married, the university will let you live off campus, and FAFSA will let you file as independent!”

“And it’s cheap! A marriage license only costs like… fifty bucks? Something like that!” Steve said.

Well… It wasn’t… a horrible idea, even if you and Bucky might end up killing each other before then.

“I don’t know...,” you said, the whole idea making you nervous. Marriage? Come on.

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest defensively. “I really don’t want to be married to her. We’d kill each other before we hit our six month anniversary,” he mocked, shooting a glare your way.

“It would only be until you graduate!” Natasha said. “And then, you two get divorced and it becomes a funny story to tell at parties!”

You shared a look across the room with the brunette. It would solve your problems…

“Fine.”

Turns out, getting married was a lot easier than you thought it would be. All four of you went to the courthouse that next Tuesday when all of you had a break in between classes.

You wore a sweatshirt and leggings, your ratty sneakers that were covered in mud along the bottom. Bucky wore jeans and a university hoodie.

Not exactly usual wedding attire.

Natasha, ever the optimist ever since she met Steve, had shoved a daisy she’d picked in your hair.

And an hour later, you’d walked out as Mrs. Barnes.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you stood up from the couch and walked around the little place you’d called home since you were eighteen.

It had been quiet the first few months. You signed a lease on an apartment a few blocks from campus and had moved in right at the end of the school year, but he went home with Steve to Brooklyn, New York.

You were alone the entire summer except for the few weekends that Natasha managed to come visit. The only time you and Bucky spoke was when he texted you to let you know when he was moving in.

And that’s when the fighting had started.

As you stared at a picture of the two of you on the wall, you couldn’t help but laugh. In the photo, you two were sitting on the couch, holding a cake that Natasha and Steve had gotten you as a joke. HAPPY 2ND ANNIVERSARY! was written across it in bright blue icing.

It was a far cry from when you two had first moved in. Everything was an issue. You didn’t do this, he did that, the both of you wanted to watch different movies and he had brought the television but you’d brought the DVD player. Everything. Hell, you’d sleep on the bean bag in Natasha’s dorm some nights because even being in the same apartment as him was too much.

Eventually, there was compromise. An understanding grew between you and with that, a truce. You couldn’t keep living like you were.

You were pretty sure the war had finally, silently ended one late night in October. It was the weekend before Halloween, and you’d had the worst shift of your life.

Your keys clanged as you unlocked the front door, trying to open it as quietly as possible. Even from where you stood, you could see the clock above the stove that read 1:42 AM. You were supposed to be off at ten, but that clearly hadn’t happened. One of the other girls working had gotten sick and you were forced to cover the few hours she was supposed to work alone until close.

And to add onto that, you made less the entire weekend than you had last Friday night. You’d been hit on, groped, yelled at. Fuck. You just wanted to collapse in your bed.

“You’re home late.”

“Fuck!” You jumped in shock, your heart pounding in your chest. God. Your anxiety had just spiked and the exhaustion you’d been feeling was replaced with your fight or flight instinct.

Bucky was standing in the hallway entrance, brows furrowed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He had on those gray sweats that he looked so good in…

No! Down girl! Bad!

It didn’t matter that he was hot. He was a total dick.

Though, lately he’d be rather kind. Nice. There’d been less fights in the past few weeks.

You cleared your throat, looking away from him. “Yeah, Wanda got sick, so I had to close.”

“There’s dinner in the microwave,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Oh. Thank you.”

He nodded, before disappearing down the hall. It surprised you when you heard the bath start, but whatever. Whether or not he took baths was none of your business.

You were surprised to find a huge bowl of vegetable soup in the microwave. Huh. You’d just been talking to Natasha about how much you missed your mom’s homemade version.

Whatever. It wasn’t like you’d ever be having that again.

You let your head rest on the counter as you waited for the soup to heat up. Fuck. Your entire body ached.

“Hey, do you want epsom salt?” Bucky called out from the bathroom.

“Uh, what?” You said as you raised your head. Even just moving that little made your head pound.

He poked his head out of the doorway, his long hair pulled back in a bun. “For your bath? Do you want epsom salt?”

“My bath? What the hell are you talking about?” You asked as the microwave beeped.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe. “The bath that I’m currently running you. Do. You. Want. Epsom. Salts?”

There was a long pause as the two of you stared at each other. “Yeah,” you said finally, your voice coming out a lot smaller than you expected. “That would be nice.”

Once he’d disappeared back into the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and texted Nat.

To: Tasha

Why is Barnes acting weird?

From: Tasha

Which one of you?

Get it?

Cause you’re married?

To: Tasha

Yeah

I got it.

But he’s being fucking weird.

From: Tasha

How so?

To: Tasha

He made me dinner? At least, he poured vegetable soup from a can into a bowl and left it in the microwave.

And he’s running me a bath???

V V strange.

If I don’t text you tomorrow

It’s probably because he killed me

From: Tasha

Oh that

To: Tasha

What do you mean

“Oh that”????

NATASHA

ANSWER YOUR PHONE

From: Tasha

Sorry, was talking to Steve

He mentioned you’d been working a lot and how tired you were so I told him he should do something nice.

And I may have told him that you missed your mom’s vegetable soup.

So that probably explains that.

“Hey, it’s ready,” Bucky said as he came into the kitchen. “I’ve got some towels in the dryer going, so they’ll be all warm when you’re ready to get out.” He seemed so… laissez-faire about it. Like you two didn’t fight on a daily basis usually. He watched as you took a bite of the soup, his blue eyes zeroed in on you. “Do you like it?” He asked. “I tried following my ma’s recipe. Don’t know how well it went.”

You couldn’t help but moan around the spoon as the warm soup went down. Even reheated, it was amazing. “This is your mom’s recipe? It’s amazing.”

His cheeks flushed as he tried to hide a grin. “Thanks. I’ve missed her cooking.”

It was silent as you finished up the soup, the only sound being the spoon clanging against the bowl. It wasn’t until you set your dishes in the sink to wash the next day that he spoke again.

“Oh, I got you this,” he said as he pulled out a box. “I saw my advisor and he knows that we’re married and he mentioned that we still don’t have rings, so I just went and grabbed a ring from a thrift store.”

It was then that you noticed the simple silver band on his left ring finger, glinting in the low light.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said as you took the box. But your breath was stolen from your lungs as you opened it, revealing a gorgeous diamond engagement ring with a matching diamond wedding band. “It’s… It’s beautiful… Thank you…”

“You’re welcome,” he said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh, you go ahead and get in the bath. I’ll bring you the towels when they’re done.”

As you sat in the bath, you couldn’t help but stare at the rings that now resided on your left hand. They glinted in the low light of the candles that had been placed in various places around the bathroom, most likely lit with Bucky’s lighter from the local smoke shop.

They were absolutely stunning.

Maybe… just maybe… this marriage wouldn’t be as bad as you first thought it would be.

You glanced over at the table as your phone buzzed, running to it. Maybe it’s Bucky…

But your hope was dashed as you realized it was Natasha calling you.

You hadn’t realized you’d been crying until a drop of water fell on the screen. Wiping your eyes, you brought it up to your ear. “Hey, Tasha! What’s up?” You couldn’t help but wince. You sounded like a fucking real estate agent. Perfect and peppy and… not you.

“Hey, I just wanted to call and see how you’re doing,” she whispered, as though she was trying to keep someone else from hearing. “Bucky got the divorce papers today and I figured that meant you did, too.”

Ah, another thing. He’d been staying at Steve and Natasha’s place since all of you had graduated, and the time had come for the divorce. He’d gotten all of his things out within two days, except for the hoodie you were currently cocooned in and your wedding rings.

“I know how much you love this place,” he’d said with a wry smile. “So you can have it in the divorce settlement.”

It had been a joke. The divorce settlement. Like you two had actually been in love and things just hadn’t worked out.

“You aren’t gonna change the Netflix password on me, right?” You asked as you stood in the doorway of Bucky’s room, arms crossed over your chest. “Because I’m still paying for half of it.”

Buck grinned at you as he taped the last box shut. “I don’t know… Might change it up on you. Have it all to myself. Then my suggested movies and shows won’t be so fucked up,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, glaring at him. But there was no heat behind it. “We have separate profiles on there, you dumbass. So if Gossip Girl is on your suggested, that’s your fault.”

The laugh that erupted from his mouth made him throw his head back, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Seeing Bucky Barnes laugh was one of the Seven Wonders of the World. It was better than the Great Pyramids of Giza, the Taj Mahal, and the Great Wall of China all rolled into one.

“We’re still gonna have Thursday night movies, right?” You asked, trying to ignore the way your voice cracked.

In the three years since you’d gotten married, Thursday night had become your sort of fake Date Night. You two would order takeout and watch movies until the both of you passed out of the couch. You both changed your availability at your jobs to let them know that you couldn’t work Thursdays. Not even Natasha and Steve were allowed to intrude. It was just your special night to hang out.

“I’ll bring the food. Do you want Thai or Mexican?” He asked, his features a little softer.

“I’ll text you what I want,” you said. Biting your lip, you toyed with the rings on your left hand. “I guess I should give you these back, huh?” You started to slip them off, but he stopped you.

“They’re yours,” he said, his hand closing over yours. His blue eyes shimmered in the light as you swallowed. “Keep them… as a reminder of your former husband.” The corner of his mouth twitched, but you couldn’t tell if he was going to smile or frown.

“I’m gonna miss you,” you said, suddenly surging forward to hug him. “Even though you’re super annoying.”

Bucky laughed as he wrapped his arms around you just as tight. “I’m gonna miss you, too.”

“How’s he doing?” You asked as you moved to what had formerly been Bucky’s room. It was now completely bare, except for a single gum wrapper on the floor. You sank down against the wall as you stared at it. Extra wintermint gum. Because he absolutely hated spearmint.

“About as well as you, I imagine,” she said slowly, choosing her words ever so carefully. “I don’t know. He went out for a walk a few minutes ago. But he locked himself in the guest room for hours after getting the papers.”

You let your head fall back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to stop another onslaught of tears. “This is what we wanted,” you said, your voice cracking.

A pause. You could feel the tension even through the phone, a can of worms Natasha was about to open. “Is it? Is this what you wanted?”

“This was always the plan!” You retorted, the tears coming in a wave now. “We’d stay married until after we graduated and then we’d divorce. No drama, no court, no lawyers. Just a means to an end.”

You could hear her whispering to someone that you knew was Steve on the other end for a few seconds, the sound muffled. She’d probably covered the speaker. “Do you want me to come over?” She finally asked.

“No,” you said with a sigh, rubbing the hell of your palm against your eyes. “I just wanna… curl up in bed and watch cheesy movies and never come out.”

You didn’t understand. Why did this hurt so bad? He was just a friend. You two had never even kissed, for crying out loud. This wasn’t some fanfiction where you two fell into bed one drunken night and then woke up with feelings. This wasn’t an ‘Oh no, there’s only one bed’ type of deal with 100K+ words on AO3. You two were just friends. Really. There was no happy ending for the two of you waiting.

“Are you still gonna go to the Barnes’s Fourth of July party?” Natasha asked, her voice softer.

You pulled your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on your knee caps. “There’s no point. We’re not married anymore.”

“Sweetheart,” she chided. “You know he’d want you there. So would his family. You’re still a Barnes, even if you change your last name back.”

“I don’t know,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip. “I like the last name Barnes better. It’s not like I have any connection to my old last name. Maybe…” You swallowed. “Maybe I should keep it. It costs money to change it back, after all. It’s on my license now.”

Ah, yes. Because your license had expired while you were married and you’d had to get a new one.

“You’re a Barnes now and forever, hon,” she teased. You could hear her smile through the phone. “And you know Winifred would be pissed as hell if you didn’t go. You’re her daughter now just as much as Bucky is her son.”

God, the tears came on like a tsunami when you remembered the Barneses. George, Winifred, Becca, all of them. Especially Winifred. Sweet, sweet Winnie that had become your mom in the years since you’d met her.

“Bucky, I don’t know about this,” you said as you walked up the steps to his place. Or, rather, his parents’ place. “I should just go home.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed as he searched for the right key. “I’m not letting you drive the way back just to spend Christmas alone.”

Truthfully, it was stupid to even suggest. Your apartment that you shared with him now was over eight hours away, and it was two days before Christmas Eve.

God, how the hell did you end up here? You’d been planning on spending it alone, just like you had Thanksgiving.

But when Bucky had come back from the break and realized that you hadn’t gone anywhere, it’d prompted him to ask why, which had then resulted in him insisting on you accompanying him to New York City for Christmas with his family.

“What if they don’t like me?” You asked, barely audible. In truth, you were terrified. This was your first holiday season that you were away from your parents. Thanksgiving had been strange, and you had certain it wasn’t going to get any better up until a few weeks ago.

Bucky stopped suddenly, looking at you with big blue eyes. “Sweetheart, they’re going to adore you,” he said, more sincere than he’d been since the two of you had gotten married. “How could they not?”

“You didn’t!”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t like me either. And then we got to know each other.”

He had a point.

You grumbled, staring down at your boots. They were still covered in snow.

“And besides, Ma hasn’t shut up about meeting you ever since she found out about you,” he muttered as he finally found the right key. “Dad said she’s been obsessively cleaning the house since she found out you were coming.”

As soon as the opened the door, you were hit with a wall of sound. A woman with the same shade of hair as Bucky rushed forward, trapping the six foot man in a hug. “YOU’RE HOME!”

“Winnie, come on, don’t suffocate the boy.” A man with Bucky’s eyes appeared, his hands shoved in his pockets. He was trying to appear nonchalant, but the second he was free of his mother’s grasp, he was dragging him into another hug. “I’ve missed you, son.”

“And you must be his wife!” Winifred Barnes said, suddenly turning on you.

“Ma, she has a name.”

“I know that!”

“Winnie–”

You were pulled into a hug, and you were suddenly overwhelmed with feelings. Maybe it was just the fact that you hadn’t hugged your own mother in so long, or maybe it was just because Winifred was that lovely of a person. Either way, you were tearing up as she hugged you tightly. You gave her your name as she pulled back, looking over your face.

“Oh, you’re even prettier than Jamie said!”

Your cheeks flushed as Bucky grumbled out a quiet “Ma…”

It was then that you were swept into the apartment, finding it bustling with people. You were then introduced to the rest of his family: his younger sister, Becca, who was going to be a senior in high school and was SO grateful to have a new sister, his aunts, his uncles, his parents. The entire apartment was bursting with people even days before the actual holiday.

It wasn’t until after dinner (which was absolutely delicious) that you were able to capture a quiet moment in the kitchen, helping Winifred wash dishes.

“Thank you for having me over,” you said, to break the silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable, surprisingly, you just felt like you needed to vocalize your thanks for what was probably the third time. “It means a lot.”

“Any friend of Jamie’s is a friend of ours,” she said as she rinsed off a plate. “And we’re so grateful for what you’re doing. He mentioned that it helps you, too, but… Our family can’t afford to pay for his housing. We can barely make his tuition.” She looked at you with crystal clear eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. “We’re so happy to have you.” She then paused, glancing over at the side of the sink, where you’d set your wedding rings just to make sure they didn’t slip off in the water. “You know, I was so happy when he asked for my ring. He’s always dreamed of giving it to a girl.”

“What?” You asked, looking at her in shock.

Winifred paused, her brows furrowed in a way that really reminded you of your husband. “Did he not tell you? The engagement ring is mine. But he saved up over the summer to buy a matching band for it.”

Your heart raced in your chest as you stared at the rings. Bucky had gotten his ma’s ring for you? But… why? You two were barely friends at this point.

“I would’ve been spending Christmas alone if it wasn’t for him inviting me,” you said, breaking her stare to look down at your soapy hands. “He found out I spent Thanksgiving at home and almost shit a brick.” You rushed to cover your mouth, to apologize, but she just snorted.

An easy smile tugged at her lips. “Holidays are a big thing for our family, and I guess we passed that down to Jamie. Everyone comes to town for about a week and we spend it drinking and shooting the shit, baking. We can’t afford much, so our gifts are usually just spending time together,” she said.

“It sounds nice,” you whispered as you scrubbed absentmindedly at a pan. “My family… even when I still talked to them, we were never big on holidays.” Winifred had gone quiet beside you. “It was always just us. We’d eat dinner together and sometimes I’d get a present, but mostly it was just spent like any other day.”

She took a deep breath, setting a plate on the drying rack. “What… happened? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“I… confronted my parents about the sexual abuse I went through as a kid,” you said slowly, swallowing around the lump that had suddenly formed in your throat. “My cousin… He, uh… He’s only a year and a half older than me. From the time I was… four or five, I think, to about twelve, he would… you know.” The kitchen felt deadly silent, and you were so glad that the rest of the Barnses, including Bucky, were in the living room. Even though he knew the basics of what had happened, you never told him details. “And my parents would punish me for it when he got caught. They blamed me. They’d ground me or spank me or… whatever.” You let out a weak laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “They didn’t really take it well. It doesn’t matter though. I’m fine.”

You were shocked when you were suddenly pulled into a tight hug. Winifred’s arms formed a cocoon around you and you could feel her tears on your face. She was only an inch or two taller than you. “That was not your fault,” she gasped out, holding you to her. “That was not your fault.”

Before you realized what was happening, you were clutching onto her as hot tears streamed down your cheeks.

You didn’t know how long she’d held you before she leaned back, wiping away your tears. Or at least, trying to before they were replaced with more. “You are not what he did to you, you hear me?” She asked, wiping at her own face. “You are always welcome here. We’re your family now.”

“What’s going on here?”

The both of you turned to see Bucky in the doorway, his sea blue eyes wide. He was holding a few extra plates that had been left behind.

“Nothing,” she said with a watery grin. “Just… talking.”

“Here,” he said as he walked over and put the dishes inside the sink filled with soapy water. “I’ll finish up with my wifey here, and you go clean up before dad freaks out because you’re crying.”

She barked out a laugh, nodding. “Fine. Fine. You know how he gets if I’m upset,” she said, kissing your forehead before leaving.

“So… You actually okay?” Bucky asked as he took over rinsing the dishes you washed.

The smile that found its way onto your lips was real, surprisingly, as you said, “Everything’s great, Jamie.”

And even though he let out a groan, he was smiling, too.

It was after that trip that you’d started calling him Jamie. It just… felt better rolling off your tongue than Bucky ever did. It was also when holidays in Brooklyn became a permanent thing. Anytime Bucky went home, so did you.

They were your family.

But now… Now what? Did you lose them like you lost your parents?

Granted, losing your parents wasn’t exactly the worst thing.

“Sweetheart? You there?” Natasha asked, bringing you back to the present.

“Yeah,” you said, shaking your head to clear out the cloudiness of your memories. “Yeah, I’m–” You broke off as you heard a knock at the door, a frown tugging at your lips. “Hold on, Tasha, I’ll call you back…” You hung onto your phone as you walked to the front door, peeking through the peephole.

Bucky?... What the fuck was he doing here?

You opened the door wide, shocked to find him crying. His eyes were puffy and red, his nose running. “Jamie? What’s wrong?” You reached forward to touch his shoulder, shoving your phone in your back pocket.

“Don’t sign those papers.”

“Wait… What?” Now you were even more confused. Your brows furrowed as you pushed his hair back from his face. God, he needed a haircut. Maybe you could… No. Not the focus right now.

He stepped toward, half inside the apartment that had been his, too, just two weeks before. His large, calloused hand caressed your face. “I don’t want to not be your husband,” he said, his voice cracking.

Your heart thundered inside your chest and you were half sure this was some kind of trick of your mind to soothe its aching. “What do you mean?”

“I want to make this work,” he said as he cupped your face in his hands. “I… I want to actually have Thursday night Date Nights and take you out and when we go home for the holidays, I want to kiss you under the mistletoe my ma always hangs up, and I want you to wear my ma’s ring. I want to be your husband. Please.”

You didn’t realize you were crying–yet again, fucking damn it–until he wiped them away. “I don’t want to not be your wife, either,” you said, your voice shaking. “I love you, I love you so much.”

His lips met yours in a blazing kiss, holding you closer than you thought possible. “I love you more,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m never letting you go.”

You dragged him inside, shutting the door before kissing him again. “You’re staying here. None of this bullshit of you staying with Tasha and Steve.”

“Gladly,” he chuckled, holding onto your waist. “But only if I get to sleep in your bed.”

“Only if we can shred those divorce papers.”

The moment was interrupted by his phone ringing, and you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw it was Winifred. He shot you an apologetic look as he answered it. “Hey, ma.”

She was speaking so loudly you could hear her clearly. “Well?! How did it go?! Did you ask her?!”

“Yes, I asked her,” he said slowly, squeezing your side. “She said yes. I’m with her now.”

Both of you flinched away as she screamed in excitement. “GIVE HER THE PHONE! GIVE HER THE PHONE!”

You smiled as you pressed it to your ear. “Hi, mom.”

“BABY! I’M SO HAPPY! NOW WE CAN HAVE A REAL WEDDING!” She was speaking at a hundred miles an hour. “Do you want a summer or fall wedding? I think it might be too late to do summer, but I’m sure we could scrounge something together!”

You giggled as Bucky stole kisses from you while she was speaking, distracting you.

“Sweetheart? You there?”

“A late summer wedding sounds perfect,” you said, unable to wipe the grin from your face. “Absolutely perfect.”

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A/N: sorry this took so long! A bit messy but, I like it (:

Warnings; childbirth, F L U F F, crying Iwa,

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After about 2 hours into the night, the healer had finally come out of the room. Hajime nearly jumped from his seat and over to her.

“Well? Is she sick? What does she need?” He was willing to pay any price for the best medicines to he’s you. Yet the elder woman smile up at him

“King Iwaizumi, you should keep your composer as your father did.” She commented “your queen is not sick nor poisoned. This was common when your mother was expecting you”

What did his mother have to do with this? When she was expecting- wait, she couldn’t mean-

“Are you saying....is she-“

“She is with child, I suspect it only to be a few days, about 7. In the next month she must be careful, make sure she eats plenty, and rests plenty.” She informs him before opening the door carefully. Taking a deep breath filling his chest, he steps inside and walks to your bed side. Thoughts racing through his head as he approached,

She’s pregnant....we...we’re having a child. I, need to be the best possible father and husband for them. I won’t let them slip form my fingers like I let my parents....it wouldn’t just be him and you anymore, now it would be three of you

“Hajime,“ you turn your head and sit up and leave a side for him to sit on “so, she told you?“ you guessed judging by the look on his face.

“Y-yes...she did“ he said quietly taking a seat. He didn’t exactly seem so happy, and it made you worried. It was unexpected but then again, this wasn’t a surprise when you two had been intimate. But did he actually feel ready to have a child? You wanted to be a mother at some point, but fate had other plans.

“Do you...want the baby-“

“Yes!“ he cut you off “I couldn’t imagine nothing better..I-I“ he took a deep breath and took your hands in his “I’m afraid but I’ve never felt more happy than I do right now” he gave you a sincere smile

“Really?” Tears had stated to blur your vision “I-I was afraid you’d be upset”

“How could I be upset when the love of my life is carrying my child?” He whispered softly resting his forehead against yours. His lips nudge and gently kiss yours as his large hand comes to rest on your lower abdomen

“Something we’ve made together from our love....I couldn’t be happier my dove” this time a year slips from his eyes as he holds you close to him in this moment. Your life and his will be changed forever.

After that day he was more protective than he had ever been. He had your wardrobe changed into looser more comfortable dresses. Your meals were maid with only organic products. You rested more and you no longer did any work around the castle.

He refused to have you overworked while carrying your baby. He wanted you to have an easy pregnancy. He knew pregnancy can be difficult for woman so he just wanted to help. Of course you would always say

“I’m not even showing yet” and he would say

“Our baby is still in there though”

In a way, he was right.

~~~

“B-but look at me!” You cried to your husband as you stood in nothing but your undergarments. You had to get dressed for a meeting with officials and advisors but your usual dress that you loved didn’t fit. It had always made you feel your best but now that your belly was growing, it wasn’t working.

“But Dove, you look beautiful with your baby bump” he tried to comfort you

“But I look so fat, in my dresses now” you sniff “I’m not as beautiful as I was before”

“Hey, hey,“ he cups your face “you, are the most stunning woman I have ever seen in my life. To add on, your my wife and you’ll be the mother of my children. I see nothing but beauty right in front of me“ he pecks your lips and wipes your tears away

You felt a little bad being so moody but he always knew how to make things better. He helped you find a dress that was comfortable for your belly, he helped with your hair and make up. All while making you feel like a goddess.

When you thought about it, you wouldn’t think you’d be here today. Happily married to a man you had never met, and expecting a child with him. The same feared king who reigned with an iron fist, was now the love of your life, and the father of your baby.

But you don’t want it any other way.

“It looks like an island“ he joked as you both soaked in the bathtub. You had decided to take a warm bath together to sooth you aching body. You belly has grown much more from the last time. Which also meant your body was taking a toll. Your feet ached and so did your back from the extra weight being added on.

Lucky for you, you had a loving husband ready to pamper and care for you. He suggested a bath which sounded heavenly. So here you were resting against his chest as his large hands run over your bump, where your baby rested. The very tip of your protruding abdomen stuck out of the water.

“What do you want a boy or a girl?“ you ask him

“As long as they get here safe and healthy, I don’t care over gender“ he hugged your body closer. He leaned down and kissed your shoulder, just then something moved. His eye shot up to where his hand laid, it was also where his baby had just moved!

“Did you feel that!?“ you exclaim excitedly

“Wait- They can do that? Does it hurt?“ he asked stunned at what he just felt

“Of course they can, and not really, it wasn’t too hard“ he just didn’t know what to say

“...thank you“ he whispered you turn slightly to look at him confused “for everything, you gave me a second chance and now a family. Thank you“ he said kissing your forehead

“Awh, I love you too Hajime“ you smile pecking him on the lips

“what is all of this?“ you ask laughing walking into the lounge room full of family and gifts

“Well, when there’s a new baby is coming, a party is held for celebration and gifts“ looking around the room you then took notice that your father was also there. He stood up with a wide grin and came over to you and hugged you carefully.

“Father what..I when did you get here“ you ask him resting a hand on your now swollen belly

“Well, your husband here had sent guards to my home and I thought you’d done away with his head and were in trouble“ he explained making everyone chuckle knowing, you would do it if he got out of hand “But they told me I was invited to the palace and Hajime had told me you were expecting“

You looked at your husband and he gave you a wink bringing his hand to your lower back. He walks it you to the couch and sits with you. Your midwife had told you, you were nearing the end of your pregnancy. You were a bit nervous about it but, you were excited to meet you baby.

One by one gifts and blessings were given to you. At first all these faces were very intimidating but now they were very familiar, even gave you a warm feeling. They had all brought you beautiful gifts

His uncle had brought a crib, and his wife brought blankets for the upcoming winter. His cousins brought books and toys for them to enjoy. Your father then came with a smaller package

“I know this won’t be much but, I found someone to fix it up so you could hand it down to your little one” he handed you the small thing, wrapped in paper. Removing the paper you gasp as you see what it was. It was the stuffed bear you mother made you when you were a baby. She had sewed and stuffed your very first toy. Over the years it lost stitches and even ripped in a few places, but he got it fixed.

“I-I...father...” you couldn’t help tear up from his gift. True it was not luxurious nor expensive but it had a lot of meaning to you. Now to be able to pass it down to your baby made you cry

“Don’t cry dove“ Hajime said wiping your tears

“I-I love it...“ you father chuckled and came to lay a kiss to your forehead

“I knew you would“ he smiled down at you. You wipe your eyes and look around the room

“I’m so grateful for all of you and these gifts, I couldn’t ask for more“ you thank them all “And thank you for allowing me to have a chance here“

“Even though it was by force?“ his uncle joked earning a slap to the head from his wife

“Yes, even if it was forced“ you giggle

“I will admit, I thought you wouldn’t have lasted a day here“ said Joan spoke up “But, you’ve....passed my expectations.“ you were guessing it was her way of complimenting you and you simply smiled. You lean slightly against Hajime as his hand stroked your arm gently. He now knew you were starting to feel like you belonged here, with him

“If we expand any land over here we’d be able to welcome newcomers to the kingdom-“

“You majesty!“ his advisor was interrupted by Rose bursting into the room out of breath “I-I’m sorry but the queen is in labor and wan-”

Nothing else had to be said for him to bolt from his seat and to the infirmary. You were 10x more important than any meeting or contract. He tripped over the carpet that laid on the floor as he came to a sliding stop at the door. He swings it open, his eyes finding you in a light sheen of sweat. He ran over falling to his knees

“Y/N I’m sorry I was with advisors a-and- “

“Don’t worry it’s only started...I’ve been here for about 20 minuets“ you say with a smile but soon it fades into a grimace of discomfort. He picks your hand up and brigs your knuckles to his lips. He watched as you tried to keep your breathing steady

“How long will this take?“ he asked the midwife

“It can be anywhere from a few hours to the whole day you highness“ the midwife explained coming with a rag to wipe your head. It passed in just a few minuets but it hurt.

“Do you need anything? Are you thirsty?“ he asked ready to deliver you the world

“N-no...just a little scared is all“ you chuckled trying to hide the panic.

“I’ll be here the whole time....right here.“ in the past kings were usually not allowed in the room during the delivery but he wanted to be there.he wanted to hold your hand, and comfort you while you went through labor.

It had gone on for quite some time. The pain would come and go. Switching you from a relaxed state to a tense pained one. It was hard to watch you this way. He did what he could, wipe your tears come hold you, massage painful spots. Soon it was sundown and night was coming and there was no baby yet, but the pain definitely grew

“Hajiiiii!“ you whine squeezing his hand as a contraction tore through your form. How could something hurt this bad?? After it past you were left sweaty and panting

“How much longer will this go?“ Hajime was starting to become irritated from you staying uncomfortable. As a product of his protectiveness, he gets angry whenever it concerned you

“The pain is becoming stronger which means she may be close to delivering the baby sir”

He looks over to you and moved your hair from your face. He leaned in and kissed you gently “Fetch her some water.....please.” one of the other midwives ran to serve you a glass of water

“They’re..almost here Haji..“ you say his nickname out of energy

“Yeah they are“ he whispered to you “You’re so strong Y/N...“ he compliments

“Stronger than you?“ you try giggling

“hehe yes, stronger than me“ he chuckled back. Suddenly your grip became stronger as a groan like scream ripped from your mouth.

“The baby is coming! Get the blankets and water ready“ the elder midwife called to the others as she rushed to the end of your bed. Flipping your dress just above your knees she takes a look “This is it your highness, get ready to push“

Oh gods...this was it, he day you both dreaded and longed for. Hajime gave your hand a squeeze as if saying he was there with you. You could feel something like a weight shift down lower only increasing discomfort.

“Okay, on the next pain you feel, you need to push my lady“ she informed you getting ready for what was to come. Just as she said the pain came but worse and you tried your best to bare down what you could.

“Aaaaahhhhhh!“ you scream ripped from your throat, all the advisors and servants must have heard you. You were close to breaking his hand from the squeeze you gave but he didn’t mind, you were in pain and mostly because of him.

“Breath my lady annndd.....push!“ another push into nothing but pain

“You can do this Y/N, I’m right here“ he encouraged you. Somehow you felt it push you to keep going. It felt like it was never ending, push, scream, breath, and repeat. The sun had set long ago and it was the dead of night and you just didn’t want to go anymore

“I-I Can’t Hajime! It hurts too much!“ you sobbed wanting to give up

“They’re almost here Y/N“ he tried to get you back to pushing “I know, you’re in pain but the sooner they come the sooner it will be over. Now come on, break my hand if you have to but push!“

And push you did. After 3 long pushes filled with screams and tears and there was a point where time had froze

“Keep going!-“ and that was it, everything slowed down, muffled almost. All you saw and heard were the cries of your baby. “It’s a boy your majesties..congratulations“ she smiled as she began to clean him up

“O-oh Y/N!“ Hajime rests his forehead against yours, his tears falling on to your face “You were incredible, so so strong....thank you.“ he repeated thank you like a prayer

“Here he is my lady“ she handed you the small warm bundle and oh how your heart ached in joy

“Hello....hello my little one“ you pull back the blanket and felt your tears roll down. This was the baby made from your love and you were in absolute bliss. Hajime sat on the edge of the bed holding you both close to him. Carefully you pass him to Hajime and his gaze soften so much there wasn’t a wrinkle in his face

“My son....my beautiful boy...” he whispered as he grazed his nose against his head to kiss his nose “I will never leave you, nor abandon you.....I love you so much” he turned to you and cupped you face with one hand carefully to deeply kiss you.

“And thank you, my beautiful,*kiss* powerful, *kiss* intelligent, *kiss* wife....I love you more than the sun loves the sky.“

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everybodyscupoftea · 4 years

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sleepover?

ole miss rafe x reader

first christmas together

(warnings: cursing, tiny bit of drinking, no editing)

During Rafe’s Christmas party with his boys, he disappeared into another room to take a phone call. He’d been drinking and had a nice buzz going on, so you weren’t sure exactly how much of the conversation he was going to remember, but when he came back, his mood had dampened and he looked significantly more sober.

You didn’t want to ask in front of his friends, so instead you passed him your bottle of water. He took it thankfully and started drinking, standing to go get both of you another when he finished it. By the time people were starting to Uber home, he looked completely sober, but still handed you the keys to drive back to his apartment anyway.

The silence in the car was heavy, you wanted to ask, but everything was so new, you weren’t sure if he’d actually tell you. Eventually curiosity won out, “Alright, Cameron, you wanna talk about it.”

He huffed out a laugh at Cameron, he always got a kick out of it, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. After a few seconds, he answered, “Yeah. My dad called.”

Rafe’s family was a subject he typically avoided, you hadn’t really had that conversation, you just knew that it was touchy for him, so you typically avoided it. But he’d opened the jar, so you decided to press further, “What did he say?”

“He asked for my Christmas plans. I told him I was thinking about coming home because I haven’t been in a while. He asked about how school was going, if it would be logical to come home. I told him it was break and I had no work. Then he informed me that if I didn’t come home as soon as break started, then I clearly didn’t care enough about them, so he didn’t want to see me out of obligation.”

You blinked a few times, trying to follow his dad’s logic, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I follow.”

“He made up a bullshit excuse for me to not come. My father has never forgiven me for changing my major.”

Though you’d parked, you were fine with having the conversation in the car, but he seemed ready to go upstairs to his apartment. So, the two of you walked up, giving you time to think up your next question.

Once inside, you asked, “What did you change your major from?”

He sighed, kicking his shoes off, “I’m sure you noticed that I’m a fifth year senior.”

“I have.”

“I started out in business. My dad wanted me to take over his company when I finished, and since he was paying for my school, who was I to say no.”

Your heart sank as he continued, “I fucking hated it. My classes were awful, I wasn’t grasping the material. My dad was calling me several times a week threatening to stop paying my tuition if I couldn’t get my shit together.”

He let out a shuddering sigh and scratched the back of his neck, “Eventually, I had a breakdown in my advisor’s office, mid fourth semester. She helped me take a test to figure out what my strengths were and what I should do because I clearly wasn’t going to succeed in management.”

Rafe sat down at a bar stool, socked foot kicking at the floor, “I’d taken a gen ed history class that I’d done really well in. My advisor helped me switch my major, she told me my dad would never know. But somehow, he found out. He always does. And I lost my tuition money.”

“What the fuck,” you stepped closer and brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes.

“Yeah, I had a job at that point for rent. I had to get another and take out loans, but at least I was finally happy with what I was doing.”

“That’s great,” you whispered.

“It is. The material is so much easier to grasp and I actually really enjoy it. I’m so thankful for my advisor, I don’t know what would’ve happened or where I’d be without her help. It’s taken me an extra year to catch up, but I did it.”

“You did. That’s so impressive, being two years behind and only needing a year to catch up. While also working two jobs.”

“My dad may hate my major, but I thought he’d at least appreciate my new work ethic. Guess not.”

“Fuck him. You don’t need him anyway.”

Rafe finally smiled at you, an amused look in his eyes, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Your family sucks, so you should spend Christmas with me instead.”

“You aren’t going home?”

“Unfortunately, no. I have work on the 24th and the 26th and it’s not worth making a trip home for one day.”

Smiling softly, he nodded, “Okay, yeah. Let’s do Christmas together.”

You went back to Starkville for the next few days leading up to Christmas. You and Rafe were too new in your opinion to spend that many days pretty much living together, so he was going to drive down and meet you on Christmas Eve.

Which of course meant you went straight to panic mode. Were the decorations enough or were they too much? After two nights in a row of stress baking, you called your roommate for help.

She picked up with a sigh, and you realized it was past 2 a.m.

“Hello?”

“Why are you awake?” you blurted.

“Why are you awake?” she fired back.

“I’m freaking out,” you confessed, sitting on the edge of your bed in an attempt to stop pacing.

She snorted, “Yeah, I can tell. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Rafe is coming over for Christmas. Should I cook or get takeout? Are my decorations enough? What if it’s too soon?”

“Do you want to cook a big meal for the two of you? And like, how chill do you want it to be?”

“Pretty chill. It’s not like a formal event.”

“Okay, so do sweatpants and sweaters, and get takeout. Something you both like or if you’re feeling sentimental, something similar to what you ate on your first date. What decorations do you have up?”

You felt much better already, “I have our tree up and the lights we strung up.”

“That’s probably plenty, especially if it’s going to be casual.”

“You’re right.”

She laughed, “Always am.”

“I know, that’s why I come to you with all my problems.”

“Oh, it’s not just because of convenience?”

You scoffed, “No fucking way, I’d come to you even if it wasn’t convenient.”

Her conversation reassured you, and you put up a few more decorations, “Only a wreath and some stockings,” you promised your roommate a few nights later over the phone.

Rafe showed up mid afternoon on Christmas Eve after your morning shift and walked straight into your arms when the door opened. He let out a shaky breath, pressing his forehead into your collarbone for a few seconds before pulling back enough to kiss you.

“What’s up Cameron?”

“Hey, sweetheart, missed you.”

“I missed you too,” and to your surprise, you were telling the truth. You liked having Rafe around all the time it seemed.

He squeezed your upper arms before stepping away, “What’s the plan?”

“Gonna chill and get takeout. I did get you a gift,” you answered, a little nervously.

The gift was something you debated heavily, but you saw something you thought Rafe would like, so you grabbed it, not expecting anything at all in return.

He chuckled, “Got you one too.”

“Wow, our minds.”

The two of you spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch watching Christmas movies. It was a slow and sleepy afternoon, the most easy going day you’d had in awhile, but for some reason you just couldn’t relax.

Around 7:00, Rafe finally broke, “Okay, what’s up?”

“Um, what?” you were taken aback.

“You’re squirmier than usual. And you’re kind of flinching away every time I shift closer.”

“I’m not,” you tried to deflect, but it sounded weak, even to you.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine, but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I-” you sighed, “I’m not uncomfortable. I just feel like maybe this is a little fast.”

“What is?”

“Spending a holiday together. We haven’t even been together a month.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Technically today is a month.”

Your cheeks heated a little, “Fine, it’s been a month. But it’s still so soon.”

“I’m not really sure how to reassure you here. Other than that it’s like spending a holiday with your friend. There are no strings attached here, I’m not moving in or asking you to marry me tomorrow. We’re just keeping each other company since neither of us can be with our families.”

You processed for a few seconds, “You’re right.”

“It’s just a sleepover.”

“You’re right.”

He smirked, “I know I am.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, shoving at his shoulder before unpausing the movie.

It was easier to relax after that. He was right, just like your first Christmas with your roommate. After a few minutes he cleared his throat, “I can sleep on the couch if that’ll make you more comfortable.”

Immediately you were shaking your head, “Nope, just like a sleepover.”

Rafe smiled, cheeks a little red, “Just like a sleepover.”

day 14 of @obxmermaid‘s holiday challenge: your family sucks, spend christmas with me instead

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sagesiren · 4 years

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Heavy is the Head

Finally have my gift for @beautifulwhensarcastic! I was so excited to have you for the Steggy Secret Santa this year, since you were basically the one to really get me into this fandom!! I hope you had the merriest Christmas, and that next year brings with it all the love and joy you deserve <3

Summary: Peggy contends with the pros (unfettered access to palace prisoners) and cons (uncomfortable seating options) of being Queen of Camelot

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The throne was uncomfortable. It was sturdy and strict, the arms and back at harsh right angles, without any fabric or cushioning to soften the hard wood. The only aspect that Peggy didn’t loathe about it was the sense of history it carried in the way the armrests were velvet worn beneath her fingers, from the hands of Kings and Queens that came before her. As she sat primly and listened to another peasant from the lower town asking for something he desperately needed to survive, something that she would be frowned at for indulging, she thought longingly of a chair with proper lumbar support.

“Your Majesty?” urged her advisor, an older man with a smug expression and greasy hair whose name she was often intentionally forgetting, as he often intentionally overlooked the small fact that with his nephew dead, she was now his Queen.

It wasn’t as if she wanted to be Queen; it had been a strategic move to accept Arthur’s proposal, despite the unfortunate effect being bashed in the head one too many times on the training grounds with the other knights had had on his brutish personality.

“We will send him home with enough grain to feed his family, and will not collect taxes from his household through the end of the harvest,” Peggy decided.

“I do not believe that is—"

“I do,” Peggy said, waving away her advisor’s concerns. The peasant bowed reverently. Light was slanting through the great hall’s high windows, striping the floor as the day approached its end. She wished to help these people more than she already had, but her time was limited. Without having received word from the knights she had sent to the cave on the edge of the kingdom over a fortnight ago, she had much more pressing issues of her own to attend to. She stood and clasped her hands together. “That will be all for today. We will offer a night’s shelter and meal to all who have journeyed here today and did not hold an audience with me.”

She stalked away before her advisor - Francis? Frederick? - could object.

Her lady in waiting, Adelina, hurried after her, their footsteps accompanied by the whisper of Peggy’s impractically long gown trailing on the castle floors.

The King’s chambers, now belonging to her, was the only place she was truly able to be herself in all of Camelot. She relaxed as soon as she was through the door, melting into her armchair in front of the fire.

Adelina supplied her with fresh wine, stoked the fire by her feet, and regarded her with more kindness than she deserved. “Is there anything you require before you take your evening meal, Queen Guinevere?”

“Yes.” Peggy set her goblet aside. “Send for the sorcerer. I wish to question him once again.” Her interrogations had yet to yield useful information for the guards, as the sorcerer was notoriously tight-lipped on the whereabouts of other sorcerers in this Kingdom. She could hardly blame him, considering magic was punishable by death, and considering the potential for information was the only thing keeping him alive.

Though she’d never say it aloud, he was, perhaps, a better strategist than she was.

Peggy’s royal advisor - Franklin? - had expressed doubts, both verbally and through his dismayed countenance, that her prisoner was in contact with the other sorcerers at all, but she stubbornly pressed on.

Adelina curtsied. If the girl thought summoning the supposedly powerful sorcerer for a private discussion with the Queen was a bad idea, she at least knew her place well enough to not say. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

It took until the logs of the fire had readjusted themselves in the flame before there was a rapping at the door. It had possibly been a half hour. Christ, she missed her wristwatch almost as much as she missed indoor plumbing.

Two palace guards, lower level knights, entered when she called her permission. The sorcerer stood in cold-forged iron shackles between them.

“Lord Forwin insists that we remain for your protection, Your Majesty,” the shorter of the two guards said.

Ah, Forwin. That was it. The absolute wanker.

“That will not be necessary.” Peggy regarded them with a look she knew could cow men with tougher demeanors and more battle experience. “I need privacy for my interrogation. You will wait down the hall.”

The knight who had spoken looked hesitantly between Peggy and the prisoner, but eventually bowed and took his leave. His companion followed suit.

The sorcerer shuffled further into the room, lifting his head from where it was tipped forward. His face was streaked with grime, pieces of straw stuck through his beard and the rest of his hair, from the makeshift bed he’d been allowed in his cell. The shackles on his wrists and ankles were meant to dull magic, though she knew how easily he could remove them if he wished to escape.

“You appear in good health, my lady,” he said, with a minute, and unnecessary shake of his head; his words alone would have given her answer enough to the question she was not yet able to ask.

Peggy set her goblet down. She pulled a pin from her hair, letting it fall in waves across her shoulders. She circled him. “Have you decided to confess to your crimes?”

“And what crimes would those be?”

“The charge of witchcraft. Another has come forward with an accusation, as well. Apparently you were seen three years ago slaying a chicken with only your mind as a weapon.” She rolled her eyes. Steve’s alibi for that night was conveniently living over one thousand years in the future at the time, though she wasn’t able to mention that to the supposed witness.

Steve looked to the door, lowered his voice. “They’re far enough down the hall, now.”

Peggy wasted no time in stepping close to him and using the pin to pick the lock of the shackles. Steve shook out his hands - she winced at the raw, red skin of his wrists - and she knelt to release his feet. “I haven’t heard anything from the scouting party.”

“I was worried you’d say that.” He offered a hand to help her to her feet. “If we have any chance of getting home, you and I will have to head to that cave on our own, and try to open up whatever portal it was we activated that weapon.”

“How am I going to come up with a reason for the two of us to travel anywhere together?” Peggy plucked a piece of straw from his head and flicked it toward the fire. “Forwin will claim I’ve been enchanted by you. He’s already attempted to unseat me once before.”

“You know, this all would have been easier if you hadn’t said your name was Guinevere.”

“I needed an alias to blend in!” she huffed.

“You didn’t need to pick the name of the future Queen.”

“How was I supposed to know that the King was going to fall in love with me? And I thought it was all legend, anyway.”

“Either way,” Steve started, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his hand straying to adjust the simple golden crown on her head, “you could have said no to the proposal.”

Peggy glared up at him. “He would have declared me a witch and had me killed. And I’m not the one who got myself caught lifting more than a human should be able to; I had to get access to the palace dungeons somehow, to save your sorry arse.”

He tilted her head up and met her in a kiss that felt too soft after weeks apart. “I missed you, Peg.”

Her frustration melted and she pressed closer to his warm chest, bookended by the heat of the fire at her back. “Have you been managing at night? It’s been snowing all day. I can have another blanket sent for you.”

“Pretty sure that the Hydra device that shot us back in time left me feeling a little worse off than a cold night could.” Steve chuckled, his thumb still on her chin, a twinkle appearing in his eye. “Maybe you’ll feel better if I perform a little magic.”

“That is your worst line yet,” Peggy muttered, but went on her toes, let him kiss her, tease her mouth open. His hands made for the ties on the back of her dress. "We should discuss our plan."

"There's time." Steve mouthed a line to her ear, worried her lobe between his teeth…

Peggy cleared her throat. “Queen Guinevere and the Sorcerer ran away that night, and found the cave. I think that’s enough of a bedtime story for tonight.”

Jane’s face contorted itself into her scheming pout, a pre-emptive frown for the times she was struggling to think herself out of something she didn’t want to do. “But that wasn’t a Christmas story!” She wiggled her legs around under the covers, peering up at Peggy. “What happens next?”

“Sure it was,” Steve cut in from the doorway. “They came home just in time for Christmas that year.” He joined them on Jane’s other side, comically hanging off the edge of the twin bed that he’d hardly fit in without two other occupants, and handed her a mug. “Warm milk with a touch of peppermint in it, for the Princess.”

“I thought we were trying to get her highness to sleep?” Peggy asked, thinking of all the gifts that still needed wrapping, the empty stockings hanging from the mantle, the cookies to arrange and set out for Santa, let alone the work she still had waiting for her.

Jane took a sip of the milk, and spilled some on the threadbare stuffed dog tucked into her arm.

“I took care of most of it while you got her settled,” Steve said vaguely, producing a napkin and dabbing at the spill, winking at Peggy over Jane’s head.

“Does that mean I can get another story?” she asked, beaming up at them with her gap-toothed smile.

“No,” Steve said, at the same time as Peggy said, “Fine.”

He raised his eyebrows at her.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” Peggy sighed, leaning back on the headboard and smoothing out Jane’s bangs. “What sort of story would you like to hear this time?”

“The princess story!” She started to lie back down, holding the mug out now that she was finished with it.

Peggy took the milk before more could spill, and briefly considered which type alcohol she might add to it once Jane was asleep—rum, if they had any left. “There’s not much to that one, love.” She patted Jane’s leg as she got up from the bed.

“But the princess is in it!”

“Not until the very end.” Steve stood, dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “The Queen and the Sorcerer didn’t even know about the Princess until they’d been home for a while.”

Jane yawned, attempting to talk through it. “I like that story.”

Peggy kissed Jane’s forehead and tucked her in. “I’m glad. Now, get some sleep. Santa can’t come when you’re awake.”

“But I’m not tired,” she whined.

“Why don’t you close your eyes and pretend you’re sleeping?” Steve suggested, flicking the light off as they made it to the door. “Santa won’t know the difference.”

She shut her eyes with a quick nod and snuggled back down into the covers.

“That was a good idea,” Peggy whispered, following Steve to the living room. Most of the presents were already wrapped and under the tree, but the stocking stuffers were still out on the coffee table.

“I have them every so often.” Steve grabbed a few things and brought them to the fireplace. Jane’s stocking hung in the middle, Steve and Peggy’s on either end. The mantle was cluttered with a clay pot Jane had made in art class a few months before, various Christmas decorations, a few candles, a photo of the two of them on their wedding day, and in the center, a re-purposed cake stand holding a crown.

She walked toward it, touching it with the pads of her fingertips. She couldn't believe it was seven years ago today that they'd returned. They had spent a year in medieval Britain after their search for a Hydra cell in Wales. When they'd returned, they were shocked to realize less than a minute had passed.

Then again, Steve was probably less shocked; he was an experienced time traveler by then.

“I do miss it, sometimes.”

“What, being in charge? I thought you’d have enough of that with SHIELD. Or is it keeping me chained up in a dungeon that you enjoyed?” he teased, shooting her a grin.

Peggy rolled her eyes. “It was the simplicity of it. No ringing telephones, no threat of nuclear war.”

“No running water, no electricity…” Steve lifted the crown. She turned toward him as he placed it gently on her hair. “I’m also pretty sure that you prefer the desk chair in your office to that throne. But I gotta say, this is a good look for you.”

“What do we do when Jane learns of the legend of Queen Guinevere, who reformed Camelot in a few months, and ran off with a sorcerer?” she asked, swiping a piece of chocolate from the small pile on the mantle before Steve could drop it in her stocking. Her posture was usually impeccable, but she could feel herself standing taller with the added weight of gold and the crown’s inlaid jewels. "There are paintings of me in history books."

“She’ll just believe it’s just a legend, like most people do.” Steve lifted her hand and pressed a kiss to it. “Will you deign to help me finish with the stockings, Your Majesty? My magic alone will not be enough.”

“I’m not a Queen anymore,” Peggy said, her lips tugging into a smile despite herself. She pulled her hand away from his to remove the crown, set it back on its stand. It reflected the Christmas tree lights, the glow of the lamp in the corner of the room. “And,” she added, starting to distribute candy canes, “you were never a sorcerer.”

Steve pulled a sprig of mistletoe out of his pocket and dangled it above her head. “That doesn’t mean I can’t work some Christmas magic.”

Peggy’s laugh was soft as she went on her toes to kiss him. There was a draft coming in through the fireplace, where only a few embers were left. “You’re ridiculous,” she said against his lips, pushing her fingers through his hair, pleased to find no stray pieces of straw.

She might not have had her lady in waiting to supply her with endless wine and stoke the fire through the night, but she had Steve, warm and safe and clean in her arms, and their brilliant Jane, sleeping soundly down the hall. Even a Queen couldn’t want for anything else.

#steggysecretsanta #beautifulwhensarcastic #steggy fanfic #my fic #merry christmas!#sorry it's a few days late!#steggy #also sorry that you're probably asleep right now but i wanted to post it asap #and now you'll get to wake up to it tomorrow!

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flamboyant-king · 4 years

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Ever since I woke up this morning, I’ve been thinking deeply about Jeorge. (Just like everyday.) This is the alt outfit and how he looked in my dream yesterday. He was a baby. This was when we was studying under his mentor. And then I made a whole timeline from childhood to his being in FEH currently. And now its 5am.

But have the beginning of what I’ve been writing, it takes place before he starts traveling (running away from home):

Since he was a child, Jeorge was always told what to do. How to act, how to talk, how to emote, how to move, just everything. His every action monitored and controlled to be “perfect.” Clean clothes, straight hair, good posture, and empty emotions.

Jeorge was often dragged around by his parents to banquets and upstanding social gatherings. It was boring. There were no other kids to play with, just adults looking down at him. Can’t even eat the hors d'oeuvres that are being walked around. However, he was not brought there to have a good time. No, he was there to be a sort of “spy.” Having been taught to read lips for secrets that could be passed through whispers under the performances and crowd’s banter. He must be observant. Watch for body language, straying eyes, stutters, and doublespeak. “Any slip up can be used against you; any slip up can be used against them.”

The Manipulating Menidies.

Jeorge would read on the lips of those they passed. He would see the glares directed at them. The fear and the hate he felt stabbing into his back. It may not be present on his trained, emotionless face, but it hurts. To see businesses, families, and relationships destroyed because of his own family’s selfish acts to gain fame, fortune, nobility, and notoriety. He didn’t want to be like them. He doesn’t want to be like them. He doesn’t want to be a Menidy.

Everything being orchestrated and being decided for him at such a young age does not leave much room to have a future. “Our son will become one of the King’s finest advisors. He is a smart and loyal young man.” You don’t believe that. “Is that correct, son?” Jeorge drew in his breath. Make sure your words are confident, your voice is steady, and your stance is strong. “Of course, father.” Nailed it.

As the night went on, Jeorge continued to stand by his father’s side in silence, as if held there by an invisible leash. He was picking apart the empty praises his father boasted on about to the other nobles.

“Our son goes to the highest prestige school in the country.” With a tuition paid by all the people you ruined.

“The highest grades in his classes.” Because of a tutor of whom you threatened to tear her house down.

“And not to mention a keen swordsman.” That one is just a lie.

His parents hired a private mentor to train him on his swordsmanship, but no one wants to mention how bad he was at it.

“Close combat really isn’t for you, huh?” His mentor deflected Jeorge’s sloppy approach and threw him to the ground. “I admire your stride. You’re absolutely terrible at this, but you’re still trying.”

“It’s not by choice.” Jeorge pushed himself off his back and sat upright with his legs crossed.

“I know. But you don’t want to disappoint your parents.” His mentor squatted down to look him in the eye.

“If I disappoint them, father will hit me with his ring hand or something.” Jeorge thought back to the time when he got a bit too excited about a dessert one of their estate’s chefs invented: A crispy, cinnamon, apple tart. He must have eaten six of them in one go. He got crumbs all over his dress shirt. It did not even stain, but he was stripped of his clothes and locked in his room. He was not allowed to eat for a week.

Since that day, he’s been contemplating an escape plan: a plan to run away from home. Being locked in his room for a week gave him time to study his surroundings. The strength of the locks, the soundproofing of the walls, the time and route of the guards who passed by his window, and the voices of maids outside his door debating on whether or not they should slip him a little snack.

Being dragged along to these banquets in other villages gave him the opportunity to plan a route. What roads to take, how thick the forests were, and which alleys to hide in just in case a search party comes running by. He calculated just how far his little legs would take him. He can’t outrun a horse, but he’s still small enough to hide in most crevices. I’ll be getting one of those growth spurts soon. I can run farther, but my butt will be too big to hide in crates.

When Midia and her father would visit Menidy Estate, she and Jeorge would play Hide and Seek: Hard Mode. That means hiding outside is on limits. When Jeorge hid in the brush, he came across a hole in the fencing just big enough to crawl under. Being sly, he snuck out thinking to himself, “She’ll never find me.” And she didn’t. And neither did anyone else for a couple days. It caused quite a commotion across town. When the guards and his father finally found him, they locked him in his room.

They never found the hole he slipped through and that reinforced Jeorge’s plan to run away. Using that experience as reference, he analyzed extra things he must do to be harder to find. Travel through towns at night. Travel through forests during the day. I can’t sleep at an inn, so I can’t sleep until I make it out of town. Wear unsuspicious clothes. He looked through his wardrobe and all his custom outfits had a gold trim. The shine will give away my location no doubt. He placed the clothes on his bed and tugged at the cuffs on the sleeves. He walked back over to his wardrobe and grabbed his training sword that was leaning against it. Jeorge sloppily sawed off the golden cuffs, the golden collar, and the golden hems off his tunic. I gotta travel light. I only need one pair of clothes and money. He stuffed his essentials in a leather messenger bag Midia “gave” him for his birthday the previous year.

Their parents have been exchanging gifts in the name of their children. Jeorge apparently “gave” Midia a necklace for her birthday the same year. Their fathers were trying to solidify this arranged marriage business. Trying to enhance the ties between the families to reap the benefits. Midia didn’t seem to mind the marriage, she likes playing with Jeorge and if they got married, they would play forever. Jeorge hated it. Just another thing he has no say in. He likes playing with Midia, however, playing together forever is too much. Especially when they play tag. She has a powerful tackle. One time, she tackled him right to the ground and he slammed his face against the pavement. She fainted because of all the blood. It wasn’t that bad, Jeorge just lost a baby tooth.

He looked down at his luggage and then at his training sword. It had strands of golden thread clinging to the dull, silver blade. He sheathed the blade and leaned it back against the wardrobe. Ready.

“He is a fine and handsome, young man.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Jeorge said without skipping a beat.

“Ma’am?” Jeorge looked up and saw it was in fact a nobleman. Jeorge really was zoning out, maybe he was hungry.

“My apologies, sir. I have just been lost in thought.” He bowed his head.

“Do not worry, those who get lost in thought are the smart ones.” The nobleman chuckled.

Jeorge could feel the heat emanating from beside him. His father was angry. I guess I really won’t be eating tonight.

He turned his head and caught his reflection on one of the windows.

It’s almost time.

#words #jeorge #sketches #fire emblem #writing #idk do i have a writing tag? i only ever share scripts #young joji has a cowlick eheh #i didnt look at references i just went by my dream. so his arm is fucked but whaaaatever

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cutiepisenpai · 4 years

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You have a baby? 100 Follower Special

Spencer Reid X F!Reader

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, references a Scandal episode.

A/N: Sorry that it kinds involves politics I already had this drafted.

Spencer had just arrived home from a case. Walking into his home he is met with the nanny catching up on the happenings of the day. After he thanks her she heads out. He is completely exhausted but happy to be home. Once up the stairs he opens a door slowly and quietly before walking in. Inside is his one year old daughter sound asleep in her crib. Because of the nature of the cases with the BAU he is gone so often he doesn't see her as much as he would like. But he cherishes the time he does get with her. Oh so gently reaching in to rub a hand on her back. His wife is on her way to a gala for the President's birthday, a requirement because of her job at the White House. He had never attended one of these events with her, with the nature of their jobs they thought it best to keep their relationship as quiet as possible. Picking up the baby monitor looking back to check on her once more before leaving the room he heads to his own room to shower the case away before relaxing until his wife arrives home. That relaxing time never comes though his shower is interrupted by the loud ringing of his phone. Stepping out and quickly drying off before he answers. "Hey, Reid I know you just got home from a case but something bad just happened and we need everyone back as soon as possible." He hears Hotch say on the phone. As dead exhausted as he is, that isn't the problem going back into work, the nanny is gone for the night, his wife is attending a work event, and the team doesn't know that he is married or even has a daughter. "Um Hotch I really can't come back…" Reid begins before he is cut off, "Reid, we can't afford to be missing anyone on this, the case is local and I'll be there to pick you up in ten minutes." Hotch hangs up before Reid has a chance to explain further. "Shit" he mutters to himself. Now he has to figure out what to do. He decides the best option is to call Y/N and hope that you can leave the event early. He calls and the phone rings repeatedly before going to voice-mail. He tries again and receives the same response. She must be busy although it is a party she basically is working through it. Without another option he gets dressed before quietly going into the baby's room. Finding the diaper bag mostly packed he puts some extra diapers in before delicately swaddling his daughter and picking her up and carrying her downstairs. Now downstairs he realizes that he will need to get the car seat from his car to take with him. Hotch calls, "I'm outside." "Okay I.. I um need some help." When Hotch comes up he sees Reid with his satchel, a diaper and baby all in hand with the car seat on the ground next to him. "What is all of this? Are you babysitting?" "No not really. It's complicated can't I just explain in the car?" "We can't just take a baby with us on a case." Hotch argues. "I know, I know but I don't have another option." Finally relenting, Hotch grabs the car seat heading for the SUV with Reid following. After strapping in the car seat and everyone getting settled in the car. In the car with Reid and Hotch is Garcia. "Oh a baby, who's baby is that?" "Mine." "Yours? What do you mean yours? Are you even dating someone? How do you have a kid?" Garcia asks appalled. Taking a deep breath before answering, "I'm actually married. And I don't think I need to explain the reproduction process." All while this is going on Reid has continued to try and get ahold of Y/N still receiving no response. "What is the case Hotch?" Reid asks before Garcia can continue her interrogation. "The was a shooting in the capital at the Stanworth Hotel where the President's Birthday Gala was being held. We are heading to the White House." That was the worst news Reid could have got and since Y/N wasn't answering her phone his mind turned for the worst. "How many people were hit?" "The reports so far say the President, two secret service members and a senior advisor were shot." "Do you know which senior advisor?" Reid asks, becoming more concerned. "No we don't have any names." Reid's leg jostled, he wrings his hands and clenches his jaw.

Upon arrival at the white house they are met by secret service and led to an office. Once inside the questions arise again. "Who's the kid?" Asks Morgan. With a deep sigh, "This is my daughter and shouldn't we be focusing on the case". Before they have a chance to argue Hotch fixes them with a stern look. An aide informs them they may work out of this office, the advisor who works out of it is rarely in their own office but will be able to assist them if needed. Before they could leave Reid stops them, "Excuse me, um do you know where I can find Y/F/N Reid's office?" "Oh, this is her office. She is with the Chief of Staff in the oval right now she should be here in just a bit to debrief you." With that news Reid lets out a deep breath as his shoulders fall. He lays the baby down on the couch before rounding her desk and seeing a photo of himself holding their baby. Smiling to himself before Hotch clears his throat to grab his attention. They begin discussing the events that occurred when they see a woman in a navy dress approaching, when she enters her she looks at the team before focusing on Reid. "What are you doing here?" Not answering her question he walks over to wrap her in a tight hug. "I'm glad you're okay." "Me too hunny" She says, returning his hug. "Where is the baby?" "Right there" he says gesturing to the sleeping baby on the couch. Pulling apart they go to address the rest of the team. "Hello I am Y/N Communications Director for the White House." She introduces herself. The team goes around and introduces themselves, "So how long have you and boy wonder been married?" Garcia asks. Before Y/N could answer Hotch tells the team they need to focus on the case. "I actually need to go get ready to address the press corps. If there is anything you need you can just page an aid and they will assist you." She says, before giving Spencer's arm a squeeze and leaving the room.

The next few days are filled with chaos Spencer had never thought he could be writing so closely to his wife and still only see her in passing. They only went home to shower, change, and check on their nanny who thankfully was ok with his much overtime she was putting in. The team with a tip find the man responsible but can't get a confession out of him and the Department of Defense takes over with the case. Spencer is finally able to return home to his baby all missing his wife. He sits in a rocking chair in her room reading her a story as she sits and giggles not showing any sign of sleeping soon. "Please just go to sleep." He pleads to the baby in his arms and she just giggles and tugs at the ends of his hair. "Oh if that's not the most adorable sight." He hears from the doorway and he looks up and sees his wife looking at him adoring. "I thought you would be stuck there all day." 'Well that's the good news and the not so good news." Spencer raises his eyebrows questioningly. "The president is going to pull through. And I have snapped at so many people from pure exhaustion that I was told to take a few days to rest." "They sent you home?" "Yes and now I can cuddle with my two favorite people." "Well that's good because someone didn't want to nap." He says standing and walking over to her. They share a quick kiss before he hands their daughter to her. "So how long until your team shows up at our front door asking questions." "They agreed on a week and Garcia may be outside as far as I know." "Was it fun explaining everything to them?" "No but I'm glad they know now."

After finally getting their baby to nap. Y/N and Spencer lay in the bed and cuddle, "I've missed this." Y/N murmurs snuggling closer into Spencer's warmth. "I've missed this too." He says kissing the top of her head.

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apples-r-rubbish · 4 years

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Institute (13th Doctor x reader) Part 4

Summary: An adventure with the Doctor leads you the outback, with a mysterious stranger Word Count: 2.8k AN: 2 parts on one night because I’m feeling nice :) hope you enjoy! -L x Warnings: none Tags: @startrekkingaroundasgard @penguinwithitsarseonfire

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3) (PART 5) (PART 6) (PART 7) (PART 8) MASTERLIST

Travelling in the TARDIS was weird, you’d imagined it handful of times and yet it couldn’t actually compare to it happening

“It’s bigger on the inside. Sorry I always wanted to say that,” You chuckled in awe of the ship

“Any weird burning questions?” She asked flipping a few switches and looking at you over the console

“Is it actually psychic? And are the bunk beds still around? I really want to believe Amy was kidding about both of those”

“Yes, no and no. Yes it is psychic, no the bunk beds aren’t around although I still love them and no she wasn’t joking,” She explained stepping over to you and tapping a few buttons “We’re here, wardrobe is down the corridor, a left then a right then another right. I mean I am assuming you don’t want to wear a work suit on another planet, that is” She said with a small laugh escaping her lips. She was beautiful.

Eventually you found the wardrobe got dressed and wandered back out, the TARDIS was suspended in the air and she was on the phone, “Just calling to say hi, fam. Where are you? We said an hour. You're late. Very late. All of you. And I picked up (Y/N), on the way we finally matched so we had that date, right see you soon,”

“You have a group chat?” You asked disrupting her thoughts as she messed with various tubes and cables

“Yeah, just in case. You look nice, I think that’s the most casual I’ve ever seen you, other than New years,” She laughed, helping you out of the box with her surprisingly strong arms. She didn’t notice the black cars pull up behind her, or a few men dressed in all black step out

“We need you to come with us,” One of them stated, in a monotone voice

“Can I finish up first? I'm just draining the water slides. And the boating lakes. And the rainforest floor. Plus, I'm waiting for my mates,” She frowned clearly not pleased by his request

“Your friends are inside the car. We went to your office to find you Miss (L/N), however you weren’t there,” The agent further explained. At that point Graham stuck a cautious and slightly confused head out of the window “This is the worst uber ever,” He joked

“Please, it’s in your best interest you come with us,” The man urged again. The doctor looked at you, and you nodded and gave a cautious smile, she took your hand and stepped into the car. She got into the front and you got into one of the backseats, greeted by the confused faces of Graham, Ryan and Yaz. You explained the situation quietly to them whilst they nodded at brief intervals. That was until the car got murder obsessed and killed the driver and decided to fire at you until the Doctor managed to fix it and you arrived at M.I.6 headquarters in one piece.

MI6 was busy and despite the Doctors lack of faith in them they managed to get the TARDIS to the building in one piece. A heavy looking, important man wandered over to the group and tried to introduce himself to Graham, “Well, well, well. Finally we meet. You actually do exist.”

Graham stood there a confused look clear on his face, whilst an advisor whispered into the man's ear. You recognised him as C due to brief encounters MI6 and the institute had had over the years

“No, I’ve read the files. The Doctor is a man,” was his response. You laughed at that, earning a glare from both C and the Doctor.

“Some of us have been lucky enough for an upgrade. Hi sorry, I’m the Doctor, the car you sent for us tried to kill us,”

“Oh we tried to escort you here not kill you,” He man laughed

“I swear, we have better tech at the institute and we aren’t ran by the government,” You frowned

“Ah Miss (L/N), lovely to see you again. How’s the institute? Still up to date on conspiracy theories and wasting money I see?” He shot back, a smug smile resting on his face “We need your help Doctor.”

After showing you all, the body of a former human in a coma and various spy gadgets, C explained the situation. “All of the spies that have ended up like this have been assigned to one man, Daniel Barton. Founded VOR.”

“We need skywatcher on this, where is he? I haven’t seen him yet?”

“We fired him-” He began. The Doctor pulled out her phone, typed a text and sent it, “kisses. Very french isn’t it?” She said another small wink aimed in your direction. Her phone dinged, in response a picture of a fish. She pushed the phone back into her pocket

“I can’t believe you fired the only person with an open mind about aliens-”

“Can we focus, look, we think Barton may be a double or triple agent he could be working for-” You heard the glass smash first, before C’s head rocked forward revealing a gun wound. You all ducked, running out the room as fast as you could, sprinting to the TARDIS. The Doctor typed away at the console as you stared in horror as something broke through the doors and tried to reach for you as the others were busy arguing

“That’s definitely not supposed to happen!” You shouted as the final button was pushed sending the thing vanishing

“Right, Ryan, Yaz, undercover work, investigating Daniel Barton, anything you can get on him, anything unusual, anything alien. (L/N) you can hack the list and get them in right? You can do it through the console,”

“On it,” you nodded calming down, and clicking away at a few buttons on the console

“So me Graham and (Y/N) will go and investigate my friend. Me and her, we’ve got the best chance of getting him to listen, I’m literally an alien and she’s my assigned stalker.” You stuck your tongue out at that, as you finished typing.

“I see you decoded my message. Fancy a cuppa?” A man sat in a chair asked, when the three of you exited after dropping off Ryan and Yaz.

“Always. Hello, this is my friend Graham, and my other friend (Y/N), she works for the Bad Wolf institute,”

“And you’re?” Graham asked

“O,” He responded, standing to greet the you all

“O?”

“O. It was an inside joke, C would always say it when I entered a room and it just stuck,” O explained

“Can I take a nose around your gaff?” The doctor asked, not waiting for a response before heading in

“Sorry to hear about you being fired. I would have offered you a job if I’d have known about your interests,” You smiled

“Thank you, that’s kind. I heard about the attack, I’m so sorry that happened cybermen are especially awful,”

You wandered into your house, a mess of technology and paperwork was strewn about the house

“What is all this stuff?” Graham asked, trying to sound as polite as he could

“The full MI6 record of the unexplained, as compiled by me. Human disappearances, sightings of unidentified objects, mysterious beings, possible alien incursions going back centuries,”

“So basically my department then?” You asked sipping something that vaguely resembled tea

“I’ve read about you,” O began “You’re amazing. A missing person’s case, a ghost but you have all that power, that knowledge.”

“Had no family left, and a few friends when I joined the institute, no one to miss me. Better that way, connections to the institute make you vulnerable. Especially dealing with aliens and time travel,” You explained

“Still, you appear throughout history, that’s amazing! Even as a missing person,” he rambled, light in his eyes. The Doctor cringed at that, she did not appreciate the way he looked at you or asked questions like that

Panic flooded your system, the two guards were gone, and one of those glowing figures remained.

“It’s coming through the wall!” Graham shouted

“There’s another trap, it won’t release we need to get it to that spot,” O gestured as he fiddled with controls. Without thinking, you rushed to the spot and made lots of noise, it took steps toward you until the heavy trap glass cage slammed down over it. More typing and shouting between the two of them until the energy had been rerouted. You fell to the floor in relief after it was contained

“You ok?” The doctor asked, waiting for a brief nod before she turned to scan the thing, ignoring you. O helped you to your feet, “It worked, it actually worked. You were brilliant, thank you for doing that. You can stay if you like. It worked,” He buzzed, small excited jumps coming from him as he held you hands for support. You simply laughed at him as the Doctor attempted to interview the being. It had begun glowing

“It’s fighting back,” O announced, suddenly rushing back to the monitor “It’s trying to overload the systems,” The monitor shocked him angrily. The thing vanished and in its place was Yaz.

After a bit of time hopping you were back, you’d picked up Ryan. It was daytime in the outback. You were sat on a kitchen counter, as Graham and O talked at the table

“How do you know her?” Graham asked O in attempt to make conversation

“I had brief encounter with her once, back when she was a man,”

“Everyone keeps saying that. Even her. She was actually a man?” Graham questioned as you and O laughed

“What do you know about her home planet? They can cheat death, on there,” O started before he was cut off by the Doctor existing the TARDIS holding a large glass jug. More explanations, more confusion, more plans. Barton’s DNA was only 93% human. A vaguely threatening animation. Your head was spinning, you were overwhelmed. O went to talk to you, the doctor stopped him and offered him a trip as you had to break into a party, talk to Barton, she guided him towards the TARDIS. Before turning back to you, “You alright?”

“Overwhelmed, tired. Very different to case files and vortex manipulators,” You mumbled, resting a cautious head on her shoulder. She pressed a finger to one of your temples and the sensation went, “should be fine now. C’mon party to investigate, let’s get dressed up,” She said, tugging you towards the TARDIS as O exited it and rambled about how impossible everything was.

You were dressed in a suit and at the party, it was crowded and loud. “Is this the time to mention I never did much undercover work?”

“You said you worked for MI6 didn’t you, son?” Graham asked

“Yeah as analyst,” O responded “I don’t think I did any missions,”

“Breathe, you’ll be fine. Done this loads of times,” You responded, the Doctor frowned, “What? I don’t just use my time in other periods for work purposes, my time travel isn’t too dissimilar from yours.”

You split up, Graham and Ryan going in one direction, Yaz going in another, you nodded at the Doctor before splitting from the others O trailing behind you.

“Sorry, you just seem to make this look so easy,”

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it, we'll play some games and try to get you relaxed and also look for Barton.” You reassured him. You selected a game and played. You tossed the dice casually as people cheered

“Did we win?” You asked confusion clear

“No, not remotely, but you know what they say unlucky in dice, lucky in love,” O said, staring at you a small smile on his face

“I’ve never heard that,”

“That’s because they don’t actually say that,” He laughed. The Doctor stormed back into the room, “We have to go now, Barton’s getting away,” You nodded and sped after her. She insisted on stealing motorbikes outfront and insisted you stay with her

“Promise me, you know how to ride this,” You said as you held her waist tightly

“I have a vague idea, I’m sure we’ll be fine,” She said as she started it and sped away the others following closely behind her “I could get used to this you know, you clinging to me,” There was smug element to her voice

“You chose to flirt now when we’re being shot at? And when you’re riding a motorbike,” you hissed slightly sarcastically

“Never a better time, I do some of my best work under pressure,” She laughed

Eventually you arrived at an aircraft carrier and you snuck past what little security there was.

“We can’t let him get away c’mon,” the doctor said chasing the plane,

“It’s not as if we’re going to jump on the plane- no- you can’t be serious-” Graham muttered. The Doctor threw herself into the plane followed, by you, the fam and O trailing slightly behind, you grabbed his arm and helped pull him into the plane

“It’s alright, I’ve got you,” You said as he caught his breath. The Doctor frowned as she closed the hatch. The six of you headed further into the plane. “Sorry about that, I’ve never been good at sprinting. I was the last one in every race at school” O explained a sheepish smile stuck to his features

“Sorry what?” The Doctor asked, cogs turning in her brain “I read your file, you were a champion sprinter?”

There was a heavy pause. Followed by a laugh and a shift in O’s demeanor “Got me. Well done.” A sharp clap punctuating his sentence

“I’m sorry what?” Yaz piped up

“Might want to look out the window, a little bit wicked witch, but you get the gist. Maybe. Maybe not.” His house was hanging outside the window suspended in midair.

“No,” was all the doctor managed to say

“Come on Doctor, catch up you can do it!” He pointed a finger at you “And you should be using your pathetic human brain, c’mon you can do it, you’ve read all the files,”

“Oh,” was all the doctor managed to say. You swore, loudly.

“That’s my name, that’s why I chose it. Oh, so satisfying. Doctor, I did say look for the spymaster. Or should I say spy... Master? Hi. And you, you’ve read countless files upon files about me and yet, you couldn’t figure it out,”

You sat there stunned, unable to move in shock “But you can’t- you shouldn’t- you- you died-” was all that managed to stutter out of your mouth

“I can be and I very much am, sweetheart,” He replied, cool confidence in his tone

“So, what’s going on? He’s not O?”

“I’m her best enemy, call me Master. Me and her,” he said gesturing towards the doctor “go way, way, way back,”

“But I met O years ago?”

“I know, I know,” He laughed jumping like a giddy child

“But there was an O? C mentioned him,” Ryan asked clearly still confused

“Yeah, a man very close to my heart,” he said placing a hand on his chest “Not that one the other one. Well, my pocket actually,” He pulled a small matchbox out of his pocket revealing a small miniaturized figure within it “It’s always good to keep a backup of one’s work. Tissue compression it’s a classic. Aw you should have laughed at that,” He nudged you as he said it, “ambushed him on his way to work for the first day, shrunk him down and took his identity. That staff canteen was surprisingly good,” He tossed the matchbox casually to one side “I have had SO much fun!”

The doctor snapped into action, “We have to warn Barton! He’s not here? What did you do?”

He fell into the chair next to you, “I don’t understand what you see in her, she’s not very bright is she, love? Wrong question, dear. Check the seat,” He smirked, you sat there still processing everything. “Oops, made it sonic proof, no parachutes, deadlock sealed. Cockpit bomb, short fuse. I can relate,” The master stood up overdramatically.

“Where’s Barton then?” You asked

“Called away before take off. Stick with me (Y/N), I control everything.” He clicked his fingers and two of the Kaasavan appeared. You backed into your seat and shook your head violently

“Get back, I can’t stop it!” The doctor shouted, slamming the door as a loud boom sounded.

“Oops. One last thing, Something you should know in the seconds before you die, everything you know is a lie.” And with that, he had vanished. The last thing you saw of the Doctor was her panic filled eyes staring at you.

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the evil queen’s revenge - veninder chap. 7

navi/masterlist

story masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: angst, fluff; eventual (soon!) best friends to lovers

word count: 7.2k

warnings: attempted assault, low self-esteem related to that

a/n: this chapter is sponsored by a random european bops youtube playlist and my spotify emo playlist and maybe you can tell, it’s a rollercoaster of emotions right here

louise har truet mig / lige siden jeg forlod dig - louise has been threatening me / right since i left you

the more time you spent with the boys (mainly mingi, still), the more you seemed to thrive. they noticed, and they were incredibly glad about it. the tall redhead had managed to catch up enough by the second tuesday of knowing you that he managed to convince your professor to let him join the class, taking some sort of unofficial entrance test and doing great. maybe it was partly because you were a teacher’s favourite, too, that the professor hadn’t seemed like he minded at all - any student you brought would be a good one, he was sure, and when the boy informed him that he’d spent the past week studying with you it seemed like the test was only a formality so people wouldn’t be able to say he was being unfair or picking favourites.

you still got lunch with them daily, stayed the night sometimes, sometimes mingi stayed at your place, and by the second pyjama party with them, a week after the first, you weren’t even hesitant about sharing the bed with your best friend, a fact mingi still rubbed into the boys’ faces, liking how warm and cuddly he was and how he’d sometimes tell you a bedtime story. the second pyjama party had been even more fun than the first, owed to the fact that there had been no unpleasant spooky surprises, and you’d convinced the boys to let you put on a random ‘european bops’ youtube playlist, which they ended up enjoying more than they’d admit. you’d even forced them to learn the macarena, the highlight of the entire night, in your opinion. they were fun, and though they did complain a little you knew it was all in good fun - they complained the same way that you’d complain about losing their games.

your old friends seemed to still be plotting - another two weeks after the first pyjama party the most that had happened was insults and trying to get you to trip over their legs, but compared to the laptop thing it was incredibly harmless. that you still had to solve somehow, but you tried to not think about it right now, tried to ignore the worry that was present near-constantly when you weren’t with the boys, instead focusing on how much better you felt now even with having to worry like that. and because you felt so safe and good around them you agreed when mingi told you that they wanted to go to a party that weekend; one of wooyoung’s friends was hosting and had invited them, and because you were a part of their friend group now they wanted you to join. there was a chance your old friends would be there, but in that moment you honestly forgot about that because you were excited to spend more time with your new ones.

the night of the party you did get a bad case of nerves though, texting mingi to come over because you didn’t know what to wear. boys had it so easy - they could just wear near whatever and it wasn’t a big deal. maybe not sandals and socks, but even that would probably be looked over in favour of a girl that hadn’t done her hair decently. you, however, were very aware of needing to look good, and the redhead had become your fashion advisor.

“which one’s better?”, you asked him, holding out two dresses that, in his humble opinion, would both look absolutely amazing on you. he chose to be a simp, however, telling you to wear the red one because he said it would contrast well with your black hair. secretly he just wanted to match with you, because he was wearing all black with bright red hair, and you’d be wearing a bright red dress with black hair. though he was convinced his excuse was good you’d noticed the matching part of his choice as well, and maybe you would have teased him about it, but after having spent several weeks with him you’d joined the ‘being completely whipped’ squad and were glad to have an excuse to match with him. plus, though you weren’t conceited, you knew you looked great in bright colours. it was a good choice.

that was confirmed when you came out from your bathroom and mingi’s jaw all but dropped to the floor. sure, you’d been dressed up when he first met you, but you’d also been soaking wet, so your hair and makeup weren’t exactly doing great, and you’d been covered in jackets and sweatshirts the boys had generously spared to keep you from catching pneumonia. now, however, your hair was put up in a way that left him wondering how on earth you’d managed to do that without ruining your curls, and your lips were painted black (a small residual style choice from your alternative days), contrasting amazingly with your red eyeshadow. the dress complimented your body, and you’d shown him the shoes you’d picked earlier already, black chunky combat boots because you didn’t want to have to walk home wearing heels and didn’t feel pressured to wear them anymore. he knew you were pretty, of course he knew, but now you looked breathtaking. he felt a little underdressed, in comparison.

“this looks fine?”

he just nodded, not exactly trusting himself to not let out a bunch of embarrassing compliments if he were to speak, and you smiled. his expression told you that it most definitely did look fine, so you weren’t too worried, instead opting to ruffle his hair a little because it, in your opinion, was too tame.

“better”, you informed him once the deed was done, “now you’re bad boy-passing.”

maybe the outwardly quite intimidating redhead would have told you that he was a bad boy, but considering how you’d chosen to call him teddy bear instead of his name he didn’t think that one would hold up, not with you, not when he frequently found himself cuddling into you and generally reinforcing his friends’ belief that he was a simp.

“let’s go?”

mingi nodded again, grabbing your hand (during another neglected spin the bottle game he’d found out you liked holding hands but were shy to be the one to grab someone else’s hand, and he gladly took the role of the grabber) and went to the door with you, stopping only to put your shoes on.

“we’ll meet the others at the party”, he then informed you, and now it was you who nodded. you left your apartment (and because you were excited and anxious about the party you’d forgotten to bring a jacket), walking towards the train station looking like a couple to anyone who looked because mingi very much was holding your hand again with the excuse that you’d be cold otherwise. it was the weird half-season between spring and summer, so you would actually have been a little cold and his excuse held up, but you wouldn’t have complained either way.

on the train you used your very first monthly pass, a gift from mingi who had insisted on getting it for you because it would be cheaper than paying for single trips all the time, and you knew he wouldn’t let you pay yourself because, as he explained, it was only because of him you even needed to take the train so often. in return you’d secretly snooped around and managed to figure out that mingi loved ramen, and bought him a massive supply that he couldn’t tell you to keep because it was meat flavoured. when you grinned at him as you informed him of your inability to eat it he looked like he was about to fight you, but instead he just told you he’d get back at you for this. you knew he would, but you weren’t too worried - he wasn’t one for extravagant gifts, he just seemed to like getting people small things that they could get a use out of.

now you were on the train with him, his head on your shoulder because you knew that if you put yours on his he’d either be stabbed or tickled by your curls, and he seemed to have realised that as well. his hands were playing with your fingers because it seemed like a small part of him had to be moving whenever, though it didn’t bother you. he was able to sit still, and it wasn’t anything you’d ever be distracted by if he kneaded his own hands while sitting next to you.

“you know when we need to get off, right?”, you asked him after a few minutes, and he hummed in affirmation.

“two more stops.”

“then maybe you shouldn’t be falling asleep.” his movements had slowed down, a sure sign that he was getting either incredibly comfortable or incredibly tired or both, and you didn’t want to have to drag a half-asleep mingi to the party. even less than that did you want to be at the party with a half-asleep mingi.

“i’m not falling asleep”, the redhead protested and sat up straight, as if to prove it.

“i know, i’m just teasing you”, and he smiled at you.

“i know. but i’m still not falling asleep. one hundred percent ready to party.”

sillyhead. but he managed to make you laugh with that, and his smile got bigger because he loved it when he was the reason you were laughing.

your best friend’s hand was still forcibly attached to yours when you got off the train, using it to drag you to wherever the party was with little consideration of your shorter legs until you pulled his arm, trying to get his attention to the fact that it was hard to keep up.

“sorry”, with his signature sheepish grin, and you couldn’t be annoyed when he was cute like that. though you’d still deny it if someone brought it up - mainly because you knew he didn’t feel the same and it’d only been three weeks since you’d met him - you were completely whipped, but how could you not be when he might just have the softest personality you’d ever gotten to meet?

the last few minutes of the way were spent walking at a more comfortable pace, and it was easy to tell which house the party was in, given the loud music and bright lights. it was a familiar environment, though you felt better about it with mingi there and the boys waiting than you would’ve with your old group of friends.

and as if on cue, you both got a message in hyung hate club, the group chat whose name no one had ever bothered to change.

[wooyoung]: are u there?? were inside already

though inside proved itself to be quite a wide area, as you noticed when you did go inside. it was hard to find anyone in the crowd of people, and because a certain someone had neglected to use the toilet at your place he told you he had some big girl business to do before he kept looking, instead searching for the toilet with you. he did find it, much to his delight, and told you to wait for a moment while he did what his body desperately begged him to do.

while he was on the toilet you were waiting for him near the bathroom door, your eyes wandering across the room as you did so. you were currently looking at a particularly flashy light, slightly distracted by the way it changed colours, so you didn’t notice that some guy had come up to you until you found yourself cornered against the wall.

“hey pretty”, he cooed, his voice disgusting and slick and you knew you didn’t like this situation.

“your friends told me you need a boyfriend, hm?” and as soon as he mentioned these friends that you knew most definitely were not your friends any longer you knew you were in deep trouble, breath starting to speed up as you started to fear whatever was about to happen now. you turned your head away from him, a desperate attempt to get him to back off, but he grabbed your chin and made you look back at him.

“not even gonna give me a kiss?” you tried to turn your head away again, but his grip was too strong, so instead you opted to cover your mouth with your hands, desperate to not let him kiss you, not have him take this first away from you. he tsked at this action, trying to pry your hands from your face, and he had almost succeeded when…

“get your fucking hands off.” he was harshly grabbed by the shoulder, and then a man who you now saw to be san hit him square in the face, causing him to stumble backwards and leave, cursing.

“where’s mingi?”, your friend asked, turning towards your distressed figure.

“toilet”, you told him, and then, near begging: “can we please go home?” he immediately nodded at the desperation in your voice, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you towards where the other boys were sitting, telling them that you were going home now and to tell mingi once he found them, and that he’d let them know what happened later. they didn’t question him, seeing clearly that you weren’t okay in the slightest, and he took you to their place.

that night was spent in san’s bed, in san’s arms, crying against his chest without explaining just why exactly you were so upset. it didn’t matter much to him either, he didn’t need the full context, knowing that some creep had tried to assault you was enough to make him fume even without the knowledge of you being so desperate to save all your firsts that you’d never gone on a date or had a partner or kissed anyone yet in your almost 21 years of life, because you didn’t want it to be with someone that didn’t mean it, and your past friends knew this about you and that was exactly why they’d sent this dude after you. he just let you cry, stroking your hair until you fell asleep, and then grabbing his phone and quickly explaining just what situation you’d been in when he found you.

when mingi heard what happened he couldn’t stand himself, couldn’t stand to face you, because he was convinced it was all his fault for having left you alone rather than dropping you off with his friends before going to the toilet. it wouldn’t have been a big deal, it hadn’t been that urgent, and it would’ve saved you so much pain, and he was convinced you felt the same way, that you’d chosen to spend the night in san’s arms because you never wanted to have to deal with him again.

and rather than talking about it with you he started ignoring you. you came over daily now, just wanting to be distracted (the girls had resumed making your life a living hell the best they could, barely giving you a break) and wanting to have someone there, but as soon as mingi heard the doorbell he’d take off to his room and not leave until he knew you’d gone to bed or back home. it hurt you to see him act like this because you didn’t have any explanation for his behaviour, and neither did the boys, because he refused to talk to them about anything related to you. so you spent your nights in san’s arms instead of your best friend’s, crying into his chest on the daily because you felt wrong and bad and you were convinced mingi hated you. you asked san more than once what you’d done wrong for mingi to ignore your texts, your calls, everything, not sitting with the group during lunch, plain refusing to acknowledge you existed, for mingi to not even open your messages anymore starting day 3 after the horrible party. and san wished he could tell you, but he didn’t know. he just hoped his friend would get over himself soon.

when eight days after the party you still hadn’t exchanged a single word with mingi you found yourself crying in san’s arms again, late at night, scared that you’d lost the comforting giant forever.

“i just don’t know why he hates me”, you sobbed. “am i that disgusting? is that it? that he can’t stand to look at me anymore now that that creep’s had his hands on me and tried that shit. that he knows how fucking dirty i am now, how worthless and wrong and filthy. that he finally realised that i’m not worth it and that i never was and that he just can’t stand to be near me because he’s scared i’m gonna taint him, too, i’m gonna make him dirty and bad and unwantable and i’m gonna- i’m gonna-” you couldn’t finish, violent sobs taking over, and san was fuming. up until now he hadn’t known just what kind of thoughts his supposed friend’s behaviour was putting in your head, and he was ready to deliver an ass-kicking now that he knew. but right now you needed him more, so the confrontation would have to wait.

you left early the next morning, and while it was obvious that you weren’t okay the boy that had been your anchor this past week didn’t try to stop you because he really had some business to sort with mingi. the boys quickly noticed that something was up, the expression on their friend’s face one that made them feel sorry for his victim. but when he informed them just how much of an ignorant ass the red-haired idiot had been they quickly were just as ready to commit something that would most definitely send them to jail.

“mingi!”, wooyoung screamed when the one in question still hadn’t left his room, even an hour after you’d left. when he got no reaction, san and jongho took off to his room, opening the door with more force than necessary, considering it wasn’t even locked, but they were pissed, and they wanted to let mingi know that he was in trouble.

“what?”, came an annoyed question from his bed, but they didn’t care to answer, instead dragging him to the living room with them.

“what the fuck is your issue?”, he snapped, entirely unaware of the fact that right now it was him who had an issue.

“the better question is what the fuck your issue is”, san hissed out. “the fuck are you thinking, ignoring y/n like that?”

“i’m not-”

“cut the bullshit. what the fuck’s wrong with you? you know what happened and you got nothing better to do than to act like you hate her guts.” these words were surprisingly harsh for yunho, but like all the others he’d felt protective over you ever since that night he’d seen you in mingi’s bed, wrapped up in him. and unlike his idiot of a friend, he knew that you were deeply in love with the dumbass, and that his current behaviour was breaking your heart.

“i don’t hate her”, he stated, calmer now that he knew they were worrying about you. he was worrying about you, too, so he couldn’t blame them for how they were acting.

“for that you sure do act like it.”

“don’t act like she cares. she seems more than happy to be sleeping in san’s bed instead”, mingi spat out bitterly and it took a lot of self restraint for san to not punch him square like he’d punched the guy at the party.

“she’s been sleeping there because you wouldn’t fucking talk to her, you complete moron. do you even know how often she’s cried herself to sleep because of that? because she didn’t know what she did? and i couldn’t even comfort her because i didn’t know either, because you refuse to stop acting like a pissbaby and tell us what’s up, at least. you know what she thinks the issue is?”

“i-” but he didn’t even let him finish.

“she thinks you’re disgusted with her. that you got some weird purity issue and now that that asshole tried to feel her up she’s no longer good enough for you and you can’t stand to look at her without puking your guts out. she feels so fucking dirty because of what happened and you won’t even try to comfort her because you got some weird thing going on when she needs you. you’re supposed to make her feel better but you just make her feel worse.” his hands were clenched into fists, his entire body tense, knowing that if he didn’t put all his focus into firing out words like bullets he’d be firing out punches.

“she… what?” the tall boy was completely taken aback, staring at his friend wide-eyed as he realised just what had been going on with you while he’d been isolating himself like a selfish asshole.

“she needs you, mingi”, seonghwa said, and while he was still fuming as well his voice was a lot calmer than san’s.

“but it’s my fault she’s even feeling like this!” finally his worries, his fears, his issue had made it from something he kept overthinking about whenever you were there and didn’t even try to come into his room to something he said out loud. “if i hadn’t left her alone none of this would’ve happened. she probably hates me for that. i hate me for that.”

his friends’ expressions softened at his outburst, starting to understand just what had gone on, the misunderstanding that had kept both of you from doing what you really wanted to.

“she doesn’t hate you. she’s told me every single night that she wished you’d just fucking reply to her, dumbass.” and maybe it was the fact that san had, in fact, spent the past week with you in his arms on the daily that made mingi think that he might be right. he was still anxious, though, scared that if you weren’t angry at him for leaving you alone at the party now you were certainly angry at him for ignoring you all week.

“just message her”, hongjoong said, as if he could read his thoughts. the redhead nodded, getting out his phone right away and sending you a text.

[10/10 halattava]: wanna watch a movie tonight

you couldn’t believe your eyes. you hadn’t heard from him in so many days, your pleas for an explanation or just anything falling on deaf ears, and now here he was, asking you to watch a movie.

[y/n]: you actually mean that

you were doubtful, and really he couldn’t blame you. but he was serious.

[10/10 halattava]: can i come over later

[y/n]: whenever you want to

maybe you should have declined, maybe you should have made him suffer the way he’d made you suffer, but you weren’t the type for that. you missed him, and you just wanted things to be okay again. you wanted an explanation too, of course, but you mainly just wanted him there, holding you like he used to, making you feel safe like he used to.

[10/10 halattava]: be there soon

you knew that meant that he’d left right away, and even though part of you was angry at him the bigger part of you wanted to make sure things were nice, so you started cleaning up a little, something that had been awfully neglected lately.

before long he was in front of your door, ringing several times, impatient to finally get to see you and hold you and apologise and tell you that he was so stupid and so sorry and that you were so beautiful and that you never had to worry about him thinking that you were anything short of perfect.

when you opened he immediately flung himself into your arms, making you stumble from the sheer force, but he was holding on to you, he was there and he wouldn’t let you fall, wouldn’t let you get hurt.

“im so fucking stupid”, he told you, his arms wrapped so tightly around you that it felt like you were the only thing keeping him standing right now. he didn’t want to let go, and he didn’t, loosening his embrace so you could move to close the door but keeping his arms around you. and the way he seemed so desperate made all the angry words you’d intended to throw at him vanish, instead a small sob escaped your lips.

“i missed you”, you said, and his grip around you tightened.

“i missed you, too. so much.” you were glad to hear it, but you were also incredibly confused.

“then why didn’t you talk to me? ignore all my texts, my calls, everything?” you sounded so weak and so hurt, the way you were sobbing into his chest, that he in all honesty felt inclined to text san and tell him to punch him as hard as he could once he got back home.

“because i’m an idiot. i was scared you hated me because i left you alone at that fucking party, and i didn’t want to hear you say it, so i just hid. i’m so sorry.” his cheek was pressed against your hair, taking in how soft it was and how you smelled and you. he’d missed you so fucking much.

“you are an idiot”, you informed him, but you moved away a little to smile up at him through your tears, “i’d never hate you. promise.”

“and i’d never ever ever think less of you because some imbecile fuckface couldn’t control his hormones. ever.” you nodded silently, but something about the way you avoided his gaze again now told him that there was still something on your mind.

“really, i mean it”, he reassured you, but that wasn’t the issue.

“it’s not some hormone issue”, you said quietly, and he looked at you surprised. what else should it be?

“my… the girls. they sent him, he told me. because they knew it’d fuck me up and over, because they know so much about me.” you tried to keep your breath steady, taking a small moment before you resumed. “they know how much that means to me. first kiss and everything. and it’s so stupid to be so upset about that, but in that moment i was really really scared that he’d just be my first kiss and i’d never be able to get it back, and that just… really messed with me. it’s some stupid hopeless romantic shit but it’s just important to me. something that actually means something.”

you couldn’t interpret his expression, and you were scared he was going to make fun of you, but instead he pulled you into his chest again, holding you so tightly that it got a little hard to breathe, but you didn’t care because it was comforting to be so close to him.

“if they ever try to pull that shit again they better run”, he said more as a statement than directed towards you, and his voice sounded so incredibly threatening that you’d be scared if it wasn’t mingi, if it wasn’t the one that you knew would do all he could to protect you.

“i just… they really hate me, y’know?”, you mumbled into his chest. “they use everything they know means something to me to hurt me.”

“i won’t let them.” and the way he said it almost made you believe him, almost made you believe that he could actually stop them from ever hurting you again. you smiled up at him again, so grateful, so beautiful, his heart was beating so hard he was scared it’d jump out of his chest, and even though he knew it was stupid and even though he knew right now was horrible timing and even though he knew he really really shouldn’t ask you this now, or maybe ever, the words slipped past his lips before he could stop himself.

"can i kiss you?" he was so close. so close that you could see the way his eyes sparkled, you could see that they weren't as pitch black as they tended to look, instead they were a really warm dark brown with the pupil being just a few shades darker than the rest. and you wanted to say yes. you did, but…

"no." he was surprised, but backed away immediately.

"i'm sorry. i should’ve known, right now’s the worst time to ask. i didn't want to make you uncomfortable." you sighed.

"it's not that, it's… you're all i have, you and the boys, and i… i don't want to lose that. and i know that if i let you kiss me and then you figure out you don't actually like me that way when i like you that way, i would lose you. i wouldn't be able to just be your friend after that, and i wouldn't be able to see the boys anymore either, because i can't make them choose but seeing you would hurt too much, and i don't want to risk that. i can't risk that, not after everything that happened when i risked something for you the first time. it turned out okay then!", you quickly said as you noticed his expression, as you noticed that he seemed to think you regretted ever becoming their friend in the first place, "because i had you there. but… but if this happens and i'm alone, i know i couldn't handle it. i couldn't handle losing you, not after everything that happened, and… if they found out that you kissed me, even if we're no longer talking, hell would break loose all over again. and this time i wouldn't have anyone. and it would be so much harder because i wouldn't just be dealing with them, i'd also be dealing with the heartbreak and i… i just know that'd be too much. that'd kill me, mingi."

he nodded slowly, and you first noticed that tears had started falling from your eyes again when he gently wiped them away with his thumb. he could understand you, understand your fears, and even though he knew it wasn't like that for him, it wasn't something he would change his mind on later, he was very aware that you couldn't know that, that you weren't able to look into his head and heart. in a way maybe he felt the same way about you, scared that you didn't and would never like him this way even though you had just clearly told him that the problem was that you did like him this way and wouldn't be able to handle the rejection if it was him who didn't reciprocate. he got it. but he wanted to prove to you that he meant it.

"what do i do, then?", he asked you while looking at you with soft but curious eyes.

"what do you mean?"

"do i take you out? do i throw stones at your window every night and beg for you to please give me a chance? do i write love letters? you know i'm really not that good with words, but if that convinces you i swear i'll try, i'll write you a letter every day until you send jongho to kill me because i'm embarrassing. just… just tell me what to do and i'll do it, okay?"

now it was your turn to be surprised. you'd have thought that this was a regular mingi joke if he didn't look at you all serious, if his expression didn't tell you that he one hundred percent meant it.

"i don't know", you replied honestly. "i don't want to tell you what to do, i… i want you to surprise me. show me the way you would if it was just about winning my heart, not about convincing me. the way you would if you didn't know yet that i like you."

you were embarrassed to say this, felt like you were too much of a hopeless romantic and making it harder for him than it had to be. but you didn't want the way he made advances to be planned, to be something you told him how to do so he'd for sure win your heart. you wanted it to be genuine, to be him. you wanted to see the way mingi tried to make someone fall in love, not the way mingi tried to follow the instructions you set out for him. and even though you felt like you were making things harder than they needed to be the redhead didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.

“okay. but i’m embarrassing.”

finally you smiled again, and if he had to embarrass himself nonstop just to keep you smiling then he would. right now, however, he just wanted to hold you some more. make sure that things were okay between you again.

“do you still want to watch a movie?”

“of course.” as if there’d ever be any time where you didn’t want to watch a movie with him. and as if that time, if it existed at all, would be now when you’d been missing his arms around you for the past week.

you waddled to the bed together, his arms still around you because he plain refused to let go of you, but then he noticed how messy and shiny your hair was and he got an idea.

“can i brush your hair while we watch it?”

even though you knew curls should technically only be brushed when wet you just couldn’t say no, not to him, and in all fairness you frequently ignored the brush while wet-rule as well, so one time more or less wouldn’t matter.

“i’ll get the brush”, you told him, starting to walk towards the bathroom, but he still wouldn’t let go of you.

“we’ll get the brush”, and it seemed like this was your fate for the day. not that you were complaining - you were glad to have him back and wanted to make up for the week where he hadn’t been there to hold you. so you waddled to the bathroom together as well, then back to the bed, and he only let go of you briefly when you had to get your laptop because without a laptop there’d be no movie. but as soon as the laptop was out of the risk zone (so, in the middle of the bed) his arms were back around you, pulling you into his chest.

“i’m sorry i ignored you”, he told you again, and you just nodded because you didn’t exactly know what to say. it had really hurt, but you didn’t want to think too much about it when he was here now. you just wanted to be held and you wanted to feel like maybe you were still okay.

“i won’t do it again. promise.” despite how much he wanted to keep holding you tight with both his arms he removed one arm from around you, instead sticking out his pinky in front of you so he could pinky promise you. this made you smile, this reassured you, even though it was childish. or maybe because it was childish - you felt like he wouldn’t pinky promise if he didn’t really mean it. so you linked your pinky with his, in a way also showing him that you accepted his apology.

“can you hand me the brush now?”

you did as asked, handing it over to him, and he carefully pushed your head forward a little. he wasn’t able to hold you anymore now that his hands were busy, but he wrapped his legs around your waist instead, not wanting to miss out on the physical contact.

“any movie suggestions?”

“moomins.” he didn’t even have to think about it - that had been your very first movie night, and the tall idiot wanted to feel that way again, comfortable and cosy and maybe with you falling asleep against him again as well.

you clicked a little and then the familiar melody filled the room. it felt homely, sitting here with your best friend, and when mingi started stroking your head a little before getting to work you thought that this moment here was actually perfect, or as close to it as could be.

that was, until he started brushing, clearly not having anticipated the way the brush would get caught in your curls so easily.

“auh!”

his movements immediately halted and he started apologising profusely, but you told him that it wasn’t that bad.

“it always hurts, i just need to get used to it a little. but it hurts less if you hold the hair near the root, so that you can prevent it from pulling too much.”

he grabbed a bit of your hair at your explanation, carefully attempting to brush again.

“like this?”

“yes, that’s better.”

so he continued, careful, gentle, and only stopped when he’d brushed about a third of your hair and noticed that it gained a lot of volume after it was brushed.

“is it supposed to do this or did i mess up?”

“do what?” you didn’t even know what your hair could be doing that would make him think he messed up - you were used to the ‘hermione granger in the first harry potter movie’ kind of look whenever you brushed your hair, but it seemed like this was the first time that the redhead dealt with curls like this.

“get so big and weird. it doesn’t look curly anymore. did i break it?”

and though you maybe shouldn’t laugh at him you couldn’t help it because he just sounded so helpless, sounded genuinely scared that he’d broken your hair.

“it’s supposed to do that”, reassuring, and you were convinced you heard him let out a relieved sigh, “you can just continue.”

he did, still gentle, trying so hard to not hurt you again, and even though he couldn’t even tell whether or not you were in pain if you didn’t let him know with your words he managed to hurt you less than you hurt yourself whenever you brushed your hair. then, when he was done, he ran his fingers through it (and it was only because he had just thoroughly brushed it that he was able to do that so easily and without getting stuck), telling you that your hair was really soft.

“i love your hair”, he informed you, still playing with it, “i think your curls are really nice.”

“that’s because they’re not on your head”, you countered, because while they did look nice they were a pain to take care of.

“maybe”, and you could hear the grin in his voice, “but i still like them.”

“fine”, you accepted, because it was a subjective opinion and he had a right to his own opinions, “i guess that’s fair.”

he continued toying with your hair, though now you’d leaned back into his chest, probably covering half his field of vision with your mane if you hadn’t, enjoying his warmth and how nice he was being. you really enjoyed this, the small acts of affection and the moomins being background noise - and they were, because you were talking instead of watching the movie, but you didn’t mind.

“is this your natural hair colour?”

the red-haired teddy bear seemed really intrigued by your hair, something you found kind of cute, to be honest. you were happy to answer, too.

“not exactly. it’s more dark brown, not this bluish black, but i like this one better. i think my natural one is kind of boring. though i’ve been considering dyeing it again, changing it up a little.”

now you most definitely had his attention.

“bright? or something natural?”

“bright”, and if you’d been able to see his face right now you’d see a happy grin on his face, because he was a firm supporter of the ‘y/n would look great with brightly coloured hair’ agenda.

“i used to have a lot of different hair colours when i was younger. kind of a way to get back at my shitty parents, but i also just liked how it looks. i used to be kind of alternative, actually.”

you grinned at the memory, but he was curious.

“like, chunky boots and all black? really dark makeup? spikes and chains and everything? that’s alternative, right?”

you nodded against him, then leaned forward a little and pulled some hair to the side to show one of your ears.

“facial piercings were a hard no, but i got so many holes punched in my ears that the local piercer knew me on a first name basis. i also have a silly secret stick and poke, on my hip bone. probably wouldn’t do it again, but i don’t regret it. i kind of miss that style, actually.”

from the corner of your eye you could see mingi look at your ear curiously, seemingly first now noticing the array of little studs in there. then, he moved to look at you, satisfied with his examination of your piercings. now he knew to get you some pretty earrings.

“why don’t you go back? to being alternative, i mean. big and scary, chunky boots.”

he was being silly, you could tell, but he was right. you’d only changed up your style because it hadn’t been appropriate for your old friends, but you didn’t have to care about that anymore.

“you can help me, if you want? help me pick out a new hair colour, i should probably start there.”

“you’d let me help you pick?”

his eyes were big and excited when you turned to look at him; he was adorable.

“i’d even let you dye my hair, if you want”, and if you hadn’t been in his lap he probably would’ve bounced with excitement.

“i want! but what colour? any ideas?”

you didn’t have even the slightest clue, so you told him that, asking if he had an idea. you could see that he did have one, but you could also tell that he was a little hesitant to tell you.

“what’re you thinking?”

“i was wondering if you’d like to go red, too. match with me?”, though he was avoiding to look at you in case you thought it was a bad idea.

“that’s emo, i like it”, a joke to hide how giddy the idea made you.

“are you saying i’m emo?”

his exasperated tone made you laugh, caused you to tease him some more.

“maybe i am, who knows?” then, change of topic. “would you want to dye my hair somewhen this week?”

“yes! which day’s best?”

“maybe after class on tuesday? if you’re coming again.”

he hadn’t come last week, but that was most likely because he hadn’t come near you at all last week.

“of course i’m coming again. i pinky promised”, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder to show you that he was here now.

“let’s do tuesday. here? or my place?”

“maybe here so we won’t block your bathroom.”

he nodded against your shoulder, happy and excited and content.

“tuesday after class, here. i’ll get the dye, so we’ll actually really match. also some bleach.”

you smiled, leaning back against him, placing your hands on his that were intertwined in front of your stomach.

“it’s a date, then.”

and he was glad that you weren’t looking at his face right now, because he had the world’s most whipped expression on his face. he had a date with you.

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Cold Nights - Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 1.5k words

Genre: (hinted/mild) smut, fluff, lowkey angst

Rating: suggested 18+

Hiya! It’s Hobi’s turn! I have finally finished writing my dissertation, which is currently being checked by my professor. There might be some editing to do, but I’ll have to hand it in on Monday so I’ll feel more relaxed after that. Last step will be presenting it to a commission from my university that will give me my final grade. And then GRADUATION (supposedly November 4th)!

But let’s move on to more pleasant stuff! This fic is set a couple days after Hoseok’s Love Talk and it deals with Hobi’s feels for his Giggles. The end of this drabble is ideally the beginning of Hobi’s Wild Nights.

Word count: around 3k maybe, didn’t check 🤔

Here you can find my Masterlist

Enjoy!

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Hoseok stared at his feet.

He had just left your place and he felt messy.

Yoongi opened the door almost immediately. "Hey."

"Hey." He responded quietly.

"Are you busy? Is Kitten around?" He asked as he entered his apartment and took off his shoes.

"No, she's with Angel." He said.

"They're hanging out a lot together." He noticed. "If I were you I'd be worried."

"Who told you I'm not." Yoongi quipped, shaking his head with an exasperated laugh.

They both entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Beer or soju?"

Hoseok exhaled. "Beer."

"Cool." Actually, fuck. He silently grabbed two cans. Maybe he should directly go for all six of them. This conversation was about to get heavy. "Listen, I love talking about Kitten--"

"You love Kitten, full stop."

"I do, but that is not the point." Yoongi remarked. "What is going on?"

Hoseok laced his fingers together, placing them on the table. "I think you know by now but I'm seeing someone."

"As in dating or hallucinating?" Yoongi asked with a serious, concerned tone which made him even more hilarious.

Hoseok shook his head.

"Just kidding, go on." Yoongi said, happy that Hoseok was hiding a smile. He was glad he could instill some happiness even though he looked so lost.

"Giggles."

"Oh, is that your Kitten?" Yoongi asked. "I mean is she to you what Kitten is to me?" In the meanwhile he put two glasses and the drinks on the table.

Hoseok laid his forehead on the back of his hands. "I don't know. I think so?" He sat up straight again. "She's a masterpiece. Cute and kind and bright and so, so lovely."

"But?" Yoongi nagged. Usually this was the point when Hoseok said he didn't feel anything or that she was boring or that he needed something different.

Hoseok shook his head, laying down again. It was slightly hilarious. "No buts." He rose up again, skittish. "But maybe it's temporary and I'll grow bored or she'll get tired and maybe it's just too early to find out about buts and maybes."

Yoongi opened his bear and poured some as Hoseok merely mirrored his gestures without really thinking. "How long has this been going on with the two of you?"

"More or less... Three months?"

"Mh." Yoongi meditated. His arrangements were usually a few weeks, maybe a couple months. This was the point where his interest just disappeared. From here on it was all uncharted territory for him. That's why he looked so scared, Yoongi thought.

"I don't know if I've been — like — swept off my feet by the sex or if this is actually affection."

Yoongi pouted and nodded.

"I've never had someone like her, Yoongi. I've never felt this need to protect and just gush all over someone. I want to tell everyone about her. And then I want to keep her all to myself."

"Does she make you happy?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes." He didn't hesitate one second. "I've never felt my life so full. It just... It feels like I don't even have to try. Like she needs to be in my life for some reason because she makes it better."

"What do you expect from your ideal partner?" Yoongi asked taking another sip of beer.

Hoseok looked at the glass and drank too, reflecting on his answer. "I think other than love and respect, maybe... Peace? Serenity? Someone who can pick me up when I feel down? She's just... She's ticked all the damn boxes so far and I can't help but be continuously reminded of how fucking perfect she is." Hoseok scrunched his face. "If she's not the one, then I don't know who could possibly be."

"And I bet you haven't told her about this, huh?"

Hoseok let himself go, his elbows propped on the table, his head in his hands. "How could I? I don't even know what the fuck is going on.".

"You do know though."

"How can I, Yoongi? How can I ask that?" Hoseok raised his voice. "This started as sex, Yoongi. I'm not like you wrapping my emotions in gift paper and handing it to my partner whenever I start seeing someone new."

Yoongi stayed still, blinking.

"Sorry. I overreacted. I think I'm in panic mode." Hoseok frowned. "It's... I'm afraid she'll throw me away?"

"You should be having this conversation with Namjoon. Do you remember what he put himself through for that precise fear?" Yoongi poured all the beer left in his can. "I think you should tell her you want to be with her. Call it what you want. Maybe Kitten and I did it the traditional way, went on dates, did stuff together, said our "I love you"s and got together, but that's not the only way to do that. You know how it went with Joon and Vixen."

"They were dating too. Giggles and I are not like that."

"How did it happen?"

"Mickey's vet was on holiday during an emergency, I took him to the vet and she was the substitute. It sort of spiraled out of control."

"I wanna ask how, but I'm not sure I wanna know." Yoongi snickered.

"I asked her number, she gave it to me. Went to a sort of a date but things got kinky and we hit it off..." He slipped into silence.

"Hobi, I think you should just find the nerves to tell her you want more. I know it's scary as fuck and everything, but I'm pretty sure she's a sweet girl who'd love to be by your side."

"She is sweet." Hoseok said with dreamy eyes. "And caring, and loving and funny and so, so soft."

"Just ask her out already. Simply tell her 'Hey, you, I know we've been going at it like bunnies for months but do you wanna go out for dinner or whatever, see if we work as something more?" Yoongi resolved practically.

"Do you think she'll say yes?" Hoseok asked, a little anxious.

"I think the right way to approach this is, what happens if she says no?" Yoongi reasoned.

"I don't want to think about it."

"In my opinion she would just say 'thanks man, but I'm not interested' and you'd just keep fucking like bunnies."

"And what would I do with my feelings?" Hoseok asked, frowning at his empty glass.

Yoongi smiled bitterly. "I am not the greatest advisor with this but I'd say you either keep them on the low or let them go. If you can." He perched himself on the chair, bringing his knees to his chest. "Personally, if she said no, I would let go of her and find someone new. It hurts but usually you cannot kill feelings for someone. The more you go on, the more it hurts. But just talk it out with her, casually."

Hoseok nodded and stood up abruptly. "I can't keep living with the doubt. I can't go on like this. Gotta go. Thank you, Yoongi."

Hoseok dashed for the entryway, Yoongi at his heels. "Guess if it goes sour you'll text me for a drunk pity party?"

Hobi was already putting his shoes on. "Guess so." Left shoe.

"And if it goes well you'll just go AWOL for a couple hours?" Yoongi suggested.

"More like a couple days, but we'll see." Right shoe. He stood up, grabbing his coat. "Thanks a lot. You know you're the best friend in the world, right?"

Yoongi nodded with a soft smile. "You are, too. Good luck."

"Thanks, see you!" Hoseok sprinted out of the door.

Yoongi simply closed the door behind him, shaking his head with a smirk.

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"Hey." One sweaty, breathless Jung Hoseok stood at your door. His call had caught you by surprise: when you had picked up your phone he asked if you were home so he could stop by. You told him you had just arrived from your shift. And now you were at your doorstep, staring at each other.

"Hello." You said with a confused smile.

"I'm in love with you." He declared, still breathless, hunched down, standing with his knees bent and his hands propped on them for support.

You blinked a few times, asking yourself where all of this was coming from.

Fuck it. "I love you too." You said, ignoring the common sense and reason suggesting you asked an explaination for this.

He went wide-eyed with incredulity, standing up straight. Next thing you knew he was kissing you desperately, pushing you back in your apartment and closing the door with his foot. "I love you." He purred.

"I love you too, Hobi. I'm in love with you, baby."

He growled. "Bedroom. Now."

#bangtan sonyeondan #bts imagine #bts headcanons #hoseok imagine #hoseok scenario #hoseok x reader #sope fic

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