#i’m most worried that i’m not gonna get comfortable enough with my aunt n stuff

[saintomie]

i really hope i’m not actually gonna have to stay the whole school year

#i’m most worried that i’m not gonna get comfortable enough with my aunt n stuff #that’s really it #well #i also don’t wanna be away from my mom #that’s a big reason also #i love my momma #i don’t wanna leave her 💔😞

[terry-perry]

Here We Go Again pt. 3

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader

Warnings: Parental angst (if that’s a thing)

OC: A.J. Rogers, Daisy Rogers, Natalie Rogers

A/N: Previous parts HERE and HERE.

Tags: @prettysatan​

Enjoy!

He didn’t know what was going on with her. At first, he thought it was about work. He knew how stressed she could get when the council couldn’t reach agreements on certain issues. But then, he began to do some more thinking. Was this about the girls leaving for that mission?

She was still having a bit of a struggle with accepting the fact that they were now part of the next generation of Avengers. They were still her babies, in her eyes. Only 17 and 19, and they were off fighting crime and putting their lives on the line to save the world. How could she not worry?

Whatever it was that was bothering her, she shouldn’t keep it all bottled up. He wanted to be there for her as best as he could.

“Thor?” Steve approached his brother-in-law at the cliffs overlooking the waters. It was always a favorite spot of the God’s who now looked over his shoulder to offer a welcoming smile.

“Something I can do for you, brother?”

Even after all these years, it felt rather strange for Steve to be referred to as such. When imagining the possibility of future in-laws, he didn’t exactly prepare himself to have any that were of royalty. And in this case, space royalty. Still, it didn’t deter him from seeing Thor as family. It was why he was coming to him, after all. 

“I don’t know,” Steve said, not knowing how else to start. “I just-- I’ve been worried about Y/N. I’m sure it’s nothing; maybe she’s just stressing out over work. But it still feels like she’s closing herself off from everyone. It’s not my business, but did she mention anything to you by any chance?”

After hearing this, Thor was now the one unsure of what to say. Guess Y/N hadn’t told him the news just yet, leading him to this suspicion. This alone made Thor want to spill everything to him, but it wasn’t his secret to tell. No matter how much it concerned Steve. 

“Well, what do you think she might be concerning herself with?” He decided to take a different route by trying to see if Steve could figure it out himself.

It seemed to have done the trick as he pushed his brows together to think about it. “The most recent thing I can think of is the last time we talked to the girls. They have to stay where they are, longer than anticipated. It’s been getting Y/N more anxious than she already was.”

“That must be it then!” Thor attempted to make it look like he came to this conclusion as well. Laying on the enthusiasm a little too thick. 

Steve didn‘t notice, thankfully. Now busy feeling guilty for what Y/N has been going through by herself. And it wasn’t that he hasn’t been missing Daisy and Nat either. He missed them like crazy. But they had jobs to do, just like the ones he and Y/N had.

He figured it was hitting her the hardest since when the kids were growing up, she had been the parent that mostly worked and stayed active even after retiring from the Avengers. He himself took on a more Fury-like role by helping to recruit new members and resolve any disputes there may be between the government and superheroes, but he still spent most of the time at home. 

Now he wanted to do what he could to help her through this emotional time.

But what?

She continued to pace around the living room, seeming to get more antsy by the minute. This was getting to be too much. Pushing on the verge of ridiculous. She just needed to be upfront about it now. 

“Mom?”

And as if she needed to add more to her inner stress...

“Darling,” she greeted A.J. as he walked in looking concerned. Deja vu. 

“What’s going on? What happened at dinner?”

“I was wondering that myself. What happened with you? You looked quite sick.”

“You’re one to talk,” he retorted, his worried stare having yet faded. “You were covering your nose and face. Was there something actually wrong with the food?”

“No,” she stated, sighing. If she was wanting to be more upfront about this, might as well start now. “The thing is...I’m pregnant.”

She could hear the way his breath caught in his throat. And if that didn’t give away his shock at the news, his suddenly big eyes certainly did. Though it only seemed to last for a second or two, his expression than changing to one of curiosity and intrigue as he glanced down at her stomach.

“Huh, that explains some things then,” he mumbled more to himself.  

She tilted her head, wondering now herself what he could mean by that. “Like what?”

His eyes went back to hers to explain. “Well, at dinner, I think I felt something like a presence? Like someone else was there besides you, me, and dad. And maybe that explains why I felt sick. Because you were feeling sick. Is that possible?”

Her confusion and worry then changed into feelings relating to elation and pride. 

“A.J.!” She squealed, approaching him with these emotions in hand. “You’ve inherited your grandmother’s gift.”

“Her gift?”

It could go without saying that Frigga was a powerful witch with many talents. Which is why it can also be said that her powerful empath abilities could easily be overlooked. It was what helped her in being a wonderful wife and mother as well as a selfless and understanding queen, beloved by all. Being able to channel others’ emotions and auras. Could A.J. have gained this skill too?

“Your grandmother was a powerful Empath that could read the feelings of others,” Y/N went on to explain. “And if powerful enough, they can take on the energy of others. Even feel things before they happen due to having a strong intuition.”

“So, like a mind reader?” A.J. asked.

“In a way. Except instead of thoughts, you’re able to read emotions. The energy level of others. Perhaps what you were sensing at dinner was the presence of your future sibling as well as my troubling emotions. Not to mention, my nausea.”

A scoffing chuckle was what she was met with along with “Well, I’m happy for about the baby and the cool stuff I gained, but I don’t know if I’m looking forward to feeling everything you’re gonna feel these next nine months.”

She was happy to learn about this new development about his son, but he certainly had a point. How would this effect him on a personal level? How did Frigga do it exactly? This wasn’t something either her or any of her siblings inherited fully. Perhaps Mantis would be able to lend hand on this, given she was an Empath herself.

“We’ll find a way to help you control your powers,” she assured him. In the meantime, she was glad that he didn’t seem put off by the other news. “So, you’re okay with the baby? Truly?”

“Yeah,” he said, smiling before giving her a small, reassuring hug. “It’s a surprise, but it’s awesome. But, I take it Dad doesn’t know.”

She looked embarrassed as she shook her head. “Haven’t had the spine to tell him. Scared of how he’d react. But now I’m feeling guilty for putting it off. Doesn’t help that your Uncle Thor and Aunt Brunnhilde already know.”

She released a heavy sigh after spewing all this out. On some level, she wanted him to judge her for acting like a frightened child. But all he could give her was a sweet, comforting look that had him look so much like Steve.

“He’s gonna think this is great news,” A.J. assured her. “He’ll be shocked, sure, but he’ll be happy.”

“You think so?”

“Absolutely,”

The third voice that came into the room immediately caught her off guard, realizing who it was in an instant. She spun around to find Steve had entered their home. That same reassuring and loving face.

“A.J., you mind giving us a minute alone?” Steve requested, directing his head towards the front door.

A.J. understood right away and gave one more smile before making his exit. Leaving his parents alone. One that was biting her bottom lip an fiddling with her fingers while the other wanted it to be known that everything was okay. It would be, anyway.

“How much of that did you hear?” She began with, still afraid to look him in the eye fully. 

“Only all of it,” he teased lightly with a shrug. He walked over so he pull her into his arms and let her see how genuine his happiness was, now that it was up close. “This is great, really.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” she still felt the need to apologize and open to him the way a wife was meant to do with her partner. “I was scared. For many reasons, if we’re being honest. I mean, it’s been so long since we’ve been in this situation. Will we still be good at this?”

“Of course! Y/N...” he pressed her closer as he ran his hands along her sides. The way his fingers traced his back and lightly massaged her got her shivering a bit. “If we’re being honest, I’m scared too. But, it’s a good scared. Like when I realized I was in love with you. Or, even when you were pregnant the first time.” He paused to give a kiss to the top of her head. “This is gonna be great for us. We’re great parents. You, especially. It’s why I thought you were so upset in the first place.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he took a deep breath, now feeling like the embarrassed one. “I thought you were feeling depressed about the girls being gone.”

“Oh, darling. I mean, of course I wish they were here, but I know they have a job to do. I’m proud of them.”

Steve could only smile brighter as he pressed a kiss to her hand. “That right there. That’s how I know we’re going to be okay. Y/N, you care so much about the people you love and do your best to understand them. It’s why you’re such a great mom. Why I love you so much.”

Her eyes couldn’t help but fill up. He knew. It was true that most of her worry derived from her own anxiety. It’d been a mix of things like her past worry from her family’s history and how she wasn’t the most present parental figure that she wanted to be. But he was right. They got this.

“I’m so lucky,” she summed up these thoughts by simply stating that before burying her face in his chest. 

He chuckled softly and continued to hold her tight. They stayed that way a little while longer until he brought up a surprise of his own:

“We should probably head outside. I called the girls, and they managed to conjure themselves up for a visit. Let’s tell them the good news.”

#Steve Rogers #asgardian!reader #mcu au #steve rogers x reader #pt.3 #pregnant!reader #marvel #steve rogers imagine #dad!steve rogers #MCU fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe

[averyonelovesjack]

learning to raise a baby ~ daniel seavey

requested: yes:)

Can you please do an cute imagine about y/n and Daniel having a baby together and taking care of the baby and figuring the parenting stuff out together. Ur amazing

summary: follow a few different events in the life of daniel and y/n learning to raise a baby.

warning(s): baby, literally too lazy to edit this i’ll come back later lmao

word count: 2608

author’s note: i have such baby fever omg 

disclaimer: i def need to clarify that i am 18 years old and do not have a baby and i have no close friends with babies (in person, at least) therefore this is purely fiction. i watch a LOT (i mean A LOT) of family vloggers and like teen mom accounts raising their kids, so basically all of my knowledge comes from that. i hope no one takes offence to my depiction of it, but my intention is purely just to write this cute fic idea, and i don’t want to pretend like i know anything about parenting or raising a child or anything like that!! okay that’s all!!

I could barely see my feet as I painfully took in another breath of air and started walking forward. Awoken at 3am with terrible back pain and a pool of amniotic fluid at my waist, Daniel and I now rushed to grab our hospital bag and make our way to the labor and delivery section of our nearest hospital. 

everything went so fast. before i was actively having a child, it felt like my pregnancy would never end, but now that it’s actually happening and i’m having a child, it felt like pregnancy flew by.

just a few days ago, i was sitting on the countertop in my bathroom, impatiently waiting to see if i was pregnant or not in hopes that daniel wouldn’t get home from the studio early and find me. i had just given daniel the surprise of his lifetime when i woke him up at four am to tell him i was pregnant because i just couldn’t keep it from him anymore to do a fun reveal. i remember how we both cried, too excited to even go back to sleep. 

just a few days ago, daniel and i were sitting in my obstetrician’s office as we got to hear our eight week old fetus’ heartbeat for the first time. we both cried. it feels like just a day or two ago we cut into a pink colored cake and found out that our precious baby girl would be coming. all of the breakdowns about what stroller to buy and which crib matches the nursey best felt like just moments ago. and now, all of a sudden, i’m ten hours into labor and i’m ready to push.

pushing was painful, but the thought of holding a sweet babygirl soon just kept me going. daniel squeezed my hand tight, standing by the end of the bed watching our beautiful daughter make her way into the world.

i gave the final push and soon i heard a cry that made everything in the whole world worth it. they say you never truly understand love until you’ve had a child, and as soon as i held our daughter, i felt an overwhelming sense of truth in that statement. i never knew such a distinct moment could be the greatest day of my life, but as soon as i laid my eyes on her, i knew that i would never get a day greater than this one. 

our daughter laid on my chest for a while as daniel sat by my head, holding both my hand and hers. eventually, the nurses cleaned her off a bit and wrapped her tightly in a swaddle for daniel to finally hold his daughter. i watched the tears fall from his bluer than ever eyes that never left her little face. by the way she settled in his arms and fell asleep, i knew i was going to have a daddy’s little girl on our hands. 

it felt like forever, just watching daniel and our baby getting to know each other. soon enough, though, the doctors finished with the stitches and i heard a knock at the door. 

within seconds, both of our parents came into the room, bearing wide smiles. daniel sat in the seat next to me, both of us staring at the beautiful baby in front of us. 

“does she have a name?” keri asks, slowly walking up to the two of us, careful not to be too loud. 

daniel and i look at each other, and then i give him the nod to tell everyone. “callista avery mae seavey.”

“our little baby callie.” i smile at the name. daniel and i both loved the name callie, but wanted it to be a nickname. avery was after his bandmate who really helped us through this whole preparing to be parents thing. mae was a pretty nickname from my side of the family that was good to separate avery and seavey. our little callie mae. 

***

it was three am and both of us were awake to callie’s loud screaming. turns out that daniel and i had a very colicky daughter who, when awake, wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. daniel was in the nursery trying to grab more diapers and wipes that, out of exhaustion, we forgot to restock last night when we ran out. i held callie in our arms, rocking her gently and trying to get her to go back to sleep. 

“does she have a dirty diaper?” daniel asks, placing the diapers in the corner of our messy bedroom. a few days into callie’s life, we realized we should’ve left the changing table in our bedroom until she was ready to sleep in the nursey, but both of us were too tired to even think about moving the furniture around. so for now the corner of the room was storage and a changing pad on the bench was our late night changing table. 

“i don’t think so.” i answer, giving him an exhausted look. “her diaper isn’t heavy and i tried to feed her, but she doesn’t seem to be hungry. i think she just woke up and is being colicky again.”

“how long did the doctor say the colic will last?” daniel asks. 

“she didn’t.” i sigh, going to take a seat on our bed as i continued to calm callie. daniel sat beside me. “go back to sleep, i got her.”

“no, i know you’ve been awake all night. try to go to sleep, i’ve got her.” daniel says, and then takes callie from me. “did you take melatonin tonight?”

“yeah.” i say. “i know your body goes through a lot of changes postpartum, but i’m really not liking the insomnia.”

“okay, well, you lay down, and i’m gonna sing to you both, okay?” daniel says and then starts to rock callie to sleep as i laid beside them. and then he started to sing softly. 

***

callie was born a little over three months ago and daniel and i haven’t had a date night since then. when we fearfully realized that last week, jack and anna were both quick to offer some help. we hadn’t felt comfortable leaving callie yet, especially since she wasn’t always the easiest. we had lots of help and people offering, but neither daniel nor i were good at asking for help. that’s definitely something we’re both still working on, especially now that we have a baby. 

finally though, jack and anna convinced us. originally, we were going to leave them with daniel’s parents, but anna and jack were pretty convincing. jack had lots of experience since he himself is a dad, and anna was very close with gabbie when she had lavender. jack also decided to invite zach for some more company, which was cute.

daniel and i had a hard time saying goodbye to callie, even though we really were only going to be out for two hours at most. we knew neither of us could stay away for that long. 

the restaurant wasn’t too far from the house, which was nice because it cut down on our time away from callie. i think both of us were a little nervous to leave her. we both know that she’s three months old and other people are more than capable of watching her for a few hours, but it’s still hard to not be worried about all of the things we could be missing out on.

“oh my gosh, anna just sent a picture of callie.” daniel says in the middle of our dinner, holding up his phone to show up me the picture of our daughter in the adorable pajamas her aunt bought. 

“i miss her.” i admit, knowing he was feeling similarly. “do you think they had a hard time getting her to sleep? i hope she’ll be good for them tonight.”

“i’m sure she was fine.” daniel says, then later . “you know, maybe we should skip dessert. relieve them a little early.”

“she’s growing up so fast.” i tell him. “i’m not ready for her to keep growing.”

“we’re gonna blink and she’s gonna be cursing us out because we wouldn’t let her go out with her friends.” daniel continues. “not that we would do that, because honestly, i’ve always thought we’d be a little cooler than that.”

i laugh at his comment. “oh, we’ll definitely be cooler than that. we’re not gonna be the lame strict parents that doesn’t let their kids go out with their friends.”

“oh definitely.” daniel agrees. “except i will be strict about doors open if someone is over. i don’t care who she’s in her room with, but that door better be open. i am taking no chances.”

“i feel like that’s fair.” i add. “i know we’re parents, but wow, until i think about that future, i kind of forget.”

“i’m very glad that’s a long ways away.” he comments. “i’m barely ready for her to be three months old, we do not need to get ahead of ourselves. take this parenting thing one step at a time.”

“i could not agree more.” i smile, leaning over the table to kiss daniel’s lips gently. 

***

i walked out of my one year old’s nursery with her in my arms. we watched as daniel and anna hung balloons up around our california apartment. it’s just about an hour before callie’s first birthday party, and now more than ever, i could not be more grateful for daniel’s family’s offer to help us set up. 

rather than fighting with figuring out food for the party, we decided to get it catered. christian and tyler offered to go pick up the food at the restaurant for us, which was extremely helpful. his parents were setting up some decorations around the front of the apartment. 

i had just put callie in her adorable dress that i specifically picked out for this party. we weren’t the type to throw parties, so we weren’t 100% sure what to do or what to expect, but we decided to just stick to family and close friends. callie was too young for us to strictly invite her friends over. at this stage in her life, her friends were whoever was at mommy&me that week. 

the party was going to be small. daniel’s family, my family, daniel’s bandmates and close friends, and then my close friends. 

thankfully, we finished decorating and setting up with about thirty minutes left to spare before the party. rather than worry, i decided to just sit on the couch with anna and daniel. keri took callie from me, wanting to spend some time with her granddaughter, and giving daniel and i a brief break before the party started. 

“i cannot believe she’s a year old.” anna exclaims to me. “you guys have been parents for a year. that’s crazy to think about.”

“it’s definitely a little bit weird.” i giggle in response. 

“you guys make it look so easy, being young parents.” anna says. “i know i’m younger than you guys, but still, i cannot imagine having a kid anytime soon.”

“i didn’t think i would either.” i tell anna. “for me, i wasn’t really ready until i met dani. i realized that i was ready because i wanted to do this with him. it’s different for everyone, i’m sure, but at least personally, that’s how i knew we could be parents.”

daniel wraps his arm around me on the couch, kissing my cheek softly. “yeah, it’s the same for me. when you find someone you want to do everything with, it gets easier to imagine yourself parenting together.”

“that is really cute.” anna says. “this is what i mean, when i say you make it look easy!!”

“it’s definitely not easy.” i laugh. “but it’s a little bit easier when you work as a team. we talk things through and decide together, instead of just making decisions separately. it’s a lot easier to feel like you’re making the right decision when you talk things through.”

“and that is all the parenting advice you get, because while i am most definitely ready to be a dad, i am not ready to be an uncle.” daniel says, getting protective over his younger sister. 

“being an uncle is way easier than being a dad.” anna laughs. “but trust me, i’m not having kids any time soon. at least not intentionally.”

“well, i have to be the cool uncle. someone’s gotta bail the kid out of jail and hide it from you.” daniel jokes.

“first of all, why would my kid go to jail??” anna asks. “and second of all, you might’ve been first in the race for cool uncle before callie arrived, but since becoming a dad, you’ve fallen behind. the cool uncle can’t have kids, that’s not how that works.”

“well i’ll break that standard, because i’ll be the cool uncle.” 

“i just want to be the aunt that gives good advice at one o’clock in the morning.” i tell them. “someone’s gotta do it. i expect that for callie, anna, so i will do that for your kids.”

“oh, of course. nothing but the best for callie. and future kids.” anna agrees. “speaking of, future kids? any thoughts on that? mom wants me to scope that out.”

“eventually.” i smile. “sooner rather than later.”

***

daniel took callie on a walk. he’s been really adamant about spending at least thirty minutes a day on a walk with her. now that she’s getting a lot more balance and ability to take a lot more steps, he loves taking her to the playground a few blocks from our apartment. usually, i like to go with them, but today i made up an excuse about things i had to get done at home.

i felt especially grateful for that routine of his today, because i needed a few minutes to myself. i’ve been feeling particularly nauseated recently, and as soon as i woke up the other day, i could feel that i was pregnant again. in the past, i had always thought that when i was paranoid about being late, but now that i’ve actually experienced pregnancy, i can feel that there’s a little fetus inside of me.

daniel and i haven’t exactly been trying, but we haven’t been taking as many precautions as we were when callie was first born. now that she’s over a year old, we feel better about having another baby. we weren’t too rushed, because we lot spending time with just our little girl, but we didn’t want to wait too long and have her grow up without a sibling. having a sibling was always a priority of daniel and i’s. seeing as we both grew up with siblings, we know how important it is to have a sibling. 

my stomach fluttered with butterflies as i followed the instructions on the pregnancy test. after realizing i was pregnant with callie, i had bought a ton of tests that i didn’t end up using because it was so obvious that i was indeed pregnant. that was extremely helpful for right now when i don’t have time to go sit in traffic for thirty minutes just to go to the pharmacy. 

i sat on top of the counter, leaving the pregnancy test face down while i tried to scroll through tiktok and distract myself. it was probably the slowest five minutes of my life, other than finding out about callie. 

the timer went off on my phone. i take a deep breath and carefully lift the pregnancy test off the marble bathroom counter.

pregnant. 

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[wlntrsldler]

unrequited (draco malfoy/ cedric diggory series)

PROMPT: You and Cedric grew up together. After the tragedy of the Triwizard Tournament, you’re left feeling empty without your best friend. Draco Malfoy steps into the picture. Will the feelings be reciprocated? Or will it be unrequited?

WARNINGS: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, angst, fluff, sadness???

PAIRING: draco malfoy x reader and cedric diggory x reader; hufflepuff reader

WC: 2.1K+

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PART 8

Much to your dismay, you and Draco went back to acting like you didn’t know each other after that night. He avoided you at all costs, even going as far as moving his seat in Potions. Snape caught on after a while, eyeing Draco from the other side of the room when he would try to subtly look at you. 

He stopped looking at you in the Great Hall, changing his seat so his back was facing you. You didn’t know what happened or what you did, but it bothered you. He closed himself off again, reverting back to the Draco you despised. Although he no longer made fun of you and your friends, it still hurt knowing that he acted like you didn’t exist.

You were in your dormitory, doing some last minute packing. Everyone else was already off on their way home for the holidays. The Weasleys, Hermione and Harry left for the Burrow some time ago, leaving you to yourself as you said you had to take care of something beforehand. You wanted to go somewhere before the holidays.

You placed the last sweater into your backpack, letting out a breath of relief that you were finally done with packing. You always hated packing, that’s why you pushed it off to the very last minute. You zipped up your backpack and placed it at the foot of your bed, mentally scolding yourself for working to fit everything in one bag. You knew your back was going to kill you. 

You tugged your coat on, double checking to see if you had everything. The golden bottle of cologne stood lonesome on your desk, reminding you that you had to pack it. You walked over, getting a hold of the bottle and spritizing some on. Chamomile and honey, just how you like it. 

“Y/N?” 

Startled, you dropped the bottle, the contents spilling out of the broken glass. You turned around, surprised that there were even still people in the castle. You saw Draco standing by the doorway, eyes apologetic when he saw the wet stain on the floor caused by your cologne. You scolded, “Merlin, Draco. Don’t sneak up on me like that.” 

“Sorry,” He apologized, awkwardly standing by the door.

You knelt down and picked up the large pieces, tossing them in the trash. You wiped up the cologne, cursing that you had to wait until you got back to pick up a new bottle. “What are you doing here?” 

“I just wanted to wish you a Happy Christmas.” Draco stated. “I know it’s been really weird between us and I just-” He took in a breath. “I just wanted to say have a Happy Christmas.”

“I wonder why it’s been weird.” You snapped, picking up your bag to make your way out of the dormitories. “Seriously, Draco. What the hell is wrong with you?”

He groaned, shutting the door behind him. He approached you, not wanting to startle you so he calmed himself down before he stopped in front of you. “I know, Y/N. I’ve been an arse. I just-”

“You what?” 

“Let me finish.” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest like a child. “I just can’t talk about the Dark Lord and stuff like that. I get a squirmy.” 

“Squirmy?” 

“Yeah, you know like… I get weir-”

You cut him off again, “I know what it means, Draco. I’m asking, why?”

He groaned again, rubbing his eyes with his palms.”That’s- It’s complicated.”

“I hate that phrase.” 

He cocked an eyebrow, “Well, there’s no better way of saying it.” 

“I guess.”

“Y/N,” His voice was calmer now. He sounded more at ease than before. He stepped towards you, grabbing you by the shoulders to steady you. “It’s complicated, okay? I just can’t talk about it. Especially not with you.” 

You stared at his hands on your body. You couldn’t help but smile at how absurd you two must look right now. Draco Malfoy, the touch starved boy, holding onto you like a lifeline with the most worried look on his face that anyone has ever seen, in the middle of a Hufflepuff girl dormitory. His eyes were pleading, expensive shoes getting stained by the leftover cologne you didn’t wipe clean, and his fingers digging into your skin, but not to the point where it hurt. You don’t know how you got here, but you did. 

You chuckled, raising your hand to place it on top of his- less cold than you remembered. “Okay, Draco.”

He smiled, eyes darting down to where you touched him. “Okay.” 

You moved his hand to intertwine your fingers, an action that seemed so natural. You hummed in appreciation as he rubbed his thumb over the top of your hand. You traced the veins on his hand with your other hand, drawing figure-eights on his pale skin. He shivered under your feather light touch. You both looked up at the same time, eyes twinkling with something new. You didn’t know what it was but it was nice. Being with Draco, this Draco, was nice. 

You stood there for a while, just smiling at each other like fools. You tried to look away so many times but his smile was addicting. It was a crime that he didn’t do it more often. His smile was contagious. And when he let out a genuine laugh at how long you two held your stares, probably realizing how stupid you were both acting, you could’ve swore your heart fluttered in your chest. Draco Malfoy, you thought, who would’ve known?

“Well,” He started, backing away but his sheepish smile remained on his face. “Happy Christmas, Y/N. I’ll see you after the holidays. Enjoy your time with the Weasleys.” 

Your smile faltered a bit, not wanting him to go so soon, but it was progress. You’d take it over nothing. “Bye Draco. Enjoy your holiday, as well.” 

He gave you a courteous nod before walking out of your dormitory, shutting the door quietly behind him. The castle was quiet enough that you heard his footsteps receding down the hallway. You plopped down on your bed, unable to stop smiling and replaying the scene that happened in front of you. What the hell was going on? 

You left the castle an hour after your encounter with Draco. You made your way to the cemetery where Cedric was put to rest. It was your first time going since the funeral and a part of you felt guilty because of it. You knew you should’ve been there more often and visited him but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Seeing his name engraved in the stone made it too real and for a long time you weren’t ready to face a reality that didn’t have Cedric in it. 

You knew he would’ve wanted you to continue living. He always found the value of life, always telling you to look on the bright side of things. He was a glass half-full type of person, always was. He would joke around when you were younger that if he were to die early, he wanted you to keep him in the back of your mind, but never let his death keep you from being happy. He would’ve been disappointed in you, the first few months of his death, because you did exactly what he said not to do. But now, you tried to obey his wishes. 

You felt the snowfall as you walked towards the gates of the cemetery. You carried your backpack with your clothes on your back, unable to feel the pain as the lines of tombstones made you feel numb. You’d only been there once but it was like your feet knew exactly where to go. 

Nobody was around, which made sense. It was cold out and the snow kept falling with no hesitations. Everyone was indoors, snuggled up in blankets with their loved ones. You saw some indents of footsteps going in and out of the cemetery. You studied them for a moment. One set of footprints belonged to a child; you could tell because it was so small. It reminded you of yours when you first buried your mother in the Muggle cemetery, holding your aunt’s hand tightly as you cried into your shoulder. 

You saw a field of flowers by one tombstone and you knew it was Cedric’s. Your heart skipped when you saw how many people still thought of him. It made you feel like you weren’t alone, for once. Like you weren’t crazy for always thinking of him, dreaming of him, almost feeling his touch. Maybe nobody else missed him in the same way as you did, but it was comforting to know that other people missed him too. Was that horrible? 

You sat in front of the tombstone, Cedric’s name seemed to blind you. You felt tears prick your eyes as they danced over the fresh flowers people left on his grave. A few from some Hufflepuffs, a bouquet from Mr. Diggory, and one from the Trio and the twins. You smiled, knowing they stopped by before you did to pay their respects. You really did have the best of friends. 

“Hey Ced,” You greeted, unable to stop the tears from falling. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around lately. I couldn’t bring myself to see you. Selfish, right? You’re the one who died and I’m the one who’s acting like her life is over.” You chuckled, half expecting him to laugh with you. He always laughed at your pitiful jokes. 

“Um, a lot has changed, Ced. Christmas is a few days from now and I know you won’t be there to wake me up. I haven’t seen your dad in a while. It’s gonna be weird without his pancakes.” You bit your lip, uncontrollably shaking. “I’m spending it with the Weasley’s, though, Harry and Hermione, too. They help a lot. They help me a lot.” 

You cleared your throat, digging through your bag to pull out his journal. “I hope you don’t mind but I-I’ve been reading your journal. Your dad gave it to me for my birthday this year. It makes me feel like you’re still around. Like sometimes, I talk to myself, out loud, because I think you’re gonna reply and I look next to me and you’re not there. And I just-” You stopped for a second, trying to steady your voice. “And I just miss you, Ced. I don’t know life without you. You’re my best friend and you’re supposed to be here. You know? You arse. You’re supposed to be here and tell me everything’s gonna be okay and that you love me and this is just a bad dream.” 

You could almost hear his voice, calm and steady, telling you to take a deep breath. He always did that whenever you grew frustrated with him, which he hates to admit, happened a lot. You would be so close to throwing things at him when he pissed you off and he would wrap his arms around you, let you cry and ruin his clothes, while helping you match your breathing with his. Cedric was always so good with that. Always so good with you. 

But he wasn’t there now. And it was unfair of you, you know it was, but you couldn’t help it. You were mad. You were angry. You were hurt that he had to die and leave you to figure life out without him. You lost so many people and loved so hard only for love to spit in your face. You always thought Cedric would be the last person to go. 

Yes, you were selfish. Unfair. Cruel. But dammit, Cedric’s gone. And you were by yourself. 

Your voice grew louder, “You’re supposed to hold me and tell me I’m overreacting. That’s what we do, Ced! We don’t leave each other. You never left me before. Why did you have to go?” Your voice cracked, hands trembling. You noticed how loud you were when the birds flew away at the sound of your voice. You whispered, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

You sniffled, wiping your nose on your coat. “Ced, I wish you were here. I wish it everyday. There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to have you back just for a day, even. An hour. A minute. Anything, Cedric Diggory. I just… I want more time with you. I didn’t get to say goodbye.” 

You placed your palm on his tombstone, like how you used to do on his chest to feel his heart beating under you. “I didn’t get to tell you that I love you back.”

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A/N: sorry if i spam you guys with updates but i literally LOVE writing this fic. the minute i hit over 2K words and i like the way i ended the chapter, i publish it right away. so if there’s some errors im so sorry. im just too excited LOL. 

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

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

Chapter Three | sans. (Part 1 of 3)

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meet me by the train station.

the place's bustlin' and tori's here with me, just in case you're worried 'bout meeting a stranger all alone.

That's surprisingly thoughtful.

And I'm guessing Tori means Toriel?

The goat lady who looked after Frisk?

yup.

she's gotta go deal with some legal stuff 'bout us living on the surface, so she can't stay for long.

but she'll still be here by the time you get there.

Hmm…

Now that just makes me more suspicious of you.

Tell me why it's important that only you specifically want to talk to me about this?

Doesn't Toriel know about what happened down there, too?

yeah, but…

i need to talk to you about somethin' else.

stuff that'll probably be a lil' difficult for me to explain, but that you should still know, being frisk's parent and all.

Now I'm curious.

I'm stuck in some traffic, but I should be there soon.

Would it still be okay with Toriel if I get there in the next ten to fifteen minutes?

textin' while drivin'?

My aunt chose to drive me here.

'Cuz she also said she doesn't trust the whole situation much.

heh.

alright.

tori says it's fine. she doesn't need to leave in the next hour so…

see ya soon, (l/n).

See you soon, mister Serif.

"How's he gonna know who you are if only you have a picture of him?" you aunt asks, eyes locked on the road. Her bright red nails, just as flashy as the rest of her outfit, glisten under the sun, fantasy jewellery and wrist watch doing the same. Her tanned skin almost glows with health in comparison to yours, yet to be healed from the past two months of tension and wait. There's also her signature and almost hair salon professional level of cleanliness when it came to grooming her hair, making her overall, outer appearance far more different and striking when compared to you.

"(Mom/Dad)'s all over the news now!" Frisk says, answering her question before you can even word your thoughts out in mind, too busy noticing how much you've let yourself go in so short of a time.

You plug your phone to the car charger and meet with the side view of your aunt's face. "Like Frisk said. The guy I'm meeting says my face's been thrown out on the news a lot lately, so he already knows what I look like." You pull down the mirror and take a quick look at yourself, eye bags and stress acne now partially covered with a cheap, (s/t) foundation and expression made to look less tired thanks to a full eight hours of sleep. Still, you're far from looking anywhere near to the days before Frisk's disappearance or all the pictures displayed on the news, these from a similar time. All the stress and constant sorrow was still present on most of your features, from something as subtle as the loss of brightness in your eyes to something as noticeable as the drag in your walk and the small slump in your posture.

"Do I look okay, auntie?" you ask, taking advantage of a stop sign.

Brenda spares a quick but meaningful glance at you and a small smile manages to show on her face. She stays quiet even as her eyes go back to facing the road. At a second stop, this one caused by a red light, she looks at you again, saying, "Why are you so concerned about that, dear? I get wanting to look well and dignified for meeting new people, but this is the third time you've asked me today." She giggles when Frisk does, both apparently sharing the same thought. "You look fine, by the way. Though a bit of rest could do you good." The light changes and she carries on driving, slowing down and turning on the signal when she sees the train station to her left. "How many hours do you work, by the way? If you're still working overtime, you should stop that now. Not only for my dear grandchild's sake, but for you to get your long overdue beauty sleep."

"...Sixty hours a week?" you mutter, already anticipating a dramatic reaction from her. Even Frisk seems to notice your answer's not favourable enough to her, so they brace themselves by grabbing on to their seatbelt and pretending they're not paying attention to the conversation anymore.

Staying true to herself, Brenda almost slams the brakes just as she's halfway into parallel parking and snaps her gaze over to you, eyes wide and mouth agape. "What?!"

"Sixty a week," you repeat, louder now. "I had to get my mind off Frisk going missing somehow, so I... took that chance to save up some more by working overtime."

"That's fifteen hours too much, dear." She frowns. "That's either twelve hours a day for five days a week, or working non-stop every day for at least eight to nine hours! No wonder you look so stressed. What about your friends? Your family? Your coworkers?" She seems to notice why you've lowered your voice and does that herself, reminded over Frisk's presence at the back seats. "Oh, honey…" She sighs. "Did you really just work, eat, and sleep those two months they were gone?"

"...Maybe," you reply, looking away from her. "I just didn't know what else to do, and having free time for myself made me feel more guilty about it. The only time I sat down was to watch some TV for when I couldn't sleep at night."

Your aunt finishes parking and lets out another sigh. A gentler look crosses her eyes and she gives in, letting her body relax. "Do you have enough to get by? Please, be honest with me so I can help you out. Alright?"

You smile back at her and nod. "I have enough now. I'm pretty sure I can get by with a regular schedule again."

"With weekends off?"

"With weekends off."

Her smile grows and she unlocks the car, allowing you to step out. "Be careful out there, alright? Just make sure to call me and I'll head back here straight away if anything strange comes up."

"Thank you, auntie. So I'll pick up Frisk at five?"

"Oh, there's no rush. You can always stay the night, anyway!"

After a nod, you get down from the car, open the back door, and climb onto the empty seat left next to Frisk. 

"See you later, dear." 

You kiss their cheek and look at the phone resting in their hands. There were plenty of questions you wanted to ask them, such as who was Alphys and how she'd gained enough knowledge to develop something with that level of technology, and why it still worked up here despite being programmed to function at the Underground. You remind yourself of the people waiting for you at the train station and wrestle those curiosities down, setting all questions aside for later. "Be good, okay?"

They nod, sign a "Love you!" with their hand, and hold you back to give you a yellow sticky note, folded in two. "Give this to him. And don't forget he can be unexpected sometimes!"

You sign an "I love you, too" back to them, take the note, and step out of the car, waving at them and your aunt before closing the door and pocketing the note away. It stays unread, and while you'd like to know what's written on it as well as the reasons for Frisk warning you about meeting with that monster in particular, they'd specified it was for more sillier reasons, like that of meeting up with a stand up comedian, or more frankly put: a clown or a court jester.

Now alone, you take out your phone and check the messages, a new one from 'Mister Serif' showing up.

hey, uh…

tori hadda go.

an emergency happened, so now she's gotta rush off to the department to see what's up with some documents she turned in.

i know this seems sus as hell, so just wait for me at a more open area, alright?

stick to anybody you're comfortable with and we'll meet there.

I'm honestly touched at how much you're worried about this.

Though all that just makes me think I'm being catfished even more now.

Are you for real, mister Serif?

Can someone be as observant and thoughtful as you appear to be?

see for yourself.

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You can't avoid being taken aback when the monster sends you a picture of himself. It's a definite recent one, given he's sitting by a bench close to the train tracks. He holds up a shaka sign with one hand and a coffee cup on the other. A grin decorates his face and the bright lighting shows the picture was taken just now, sun rays piercing through the windows.

I'm somewhat convinced.

need more proof?

Who are you, my Cinder match?

if u wanna.

Oh God.

You're killing me.

inna good way?

Perhaps.

You stop yourself when you realize you're on the verge of flirting with someone you haven't even met in person yet, let alone introduce yourself properly to. The picture he'd sent doesn't help either, as you can only begin to question yourself and your morals over having found him attractive for a split second. While it could have just as easily been the surprise of him sending a picture out of nowhere, it could've also been how laid-back he seemed in that picture, striking a shaka sign that made him look just like a surfer dude and a coffee cup to contrast with that vibe, adding a spark of the typical college student you saw at campus, his hoodie and sneakers only adding to that feeling.

It's then that you realize something's off.

If he was holding a cup with one hand and a sign in the other…

Then who took the picture?

Though you're pretty sure you're overthinking the situation now, you're still better safe than sorry and take advantage of your recent fooling around with him to pass that worry off as a joke.

Wait a minute, mister Serif.

yeah?

If you're holding a cup with one hand and striking a pose with the other, then who took the picture?

Or did you use your magic for that?

a random dude who looked trustworthy enough took it for me.

he's one of those guys who're totally ok with us living here at the surface, so he just snapped the picture for me and even asked if it was for a date i was gonna meet and all.

no magic needed.

And I'm the President of the United States.

But, seriously now…

Are you for real?

yeah.

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The picture displays him with a bearded, brown skinned man clad in a suit and holding a suitcase, looking ready for work. Still, his smile shows little to no seriousness and instead displays youth and content over having his picture taken with a potential friend. His height surpasses the monster's by half a foot, though when you compare it to the rest of the people in the background, it's clear Serif is simply shorter compared to the average human. You try not to let your eyes linger too much on the monster when you're done looking at the man, not wanting to fall into the trap of your mind having found him attractive earlier ago. Still, you can't help yourself and take a more thorough look at him again, seeing him now with his eye sockets closed, almost mimicking a pair of eyelids squinting in joy. His arm's hung over the man's shoulders, and vice-versa. 

i made a new pal.

"meet up already!" - his words, not mine.

Trying to be smooth, huh?

maybe.

is it working?

Somewhat.

But...

Strange Cinder date vibes aside,

I'm almost there.

aight.

can't wait to meet ya, bud.

You slip the phone back in your pocket and go up the stairs of the train station, stopping when you make it to the line of benches close to the tracks. True to his word, the skeleton sits on one of them and the man who'd taken a picture with him is now waving at him, seemingly saying his goodbyes and headed off to work. You approach the station one careful step after the other, pace slowing down more and more as you feel a sudden awkwardness slip on your shoulders.

Your texts sent off vibes you didn't want present now that you were about to meet him in person. You were still worried about what happened with Frisk a few days ago, and how their happiness pretty much froze when being asked if the monsters had treated them well during their time at the Underground. The one you were about to meet could very well be one of those who'd hurt them, so you brace yourself and try not to be swayed by the softer atmosphere present during your texting with him. You acknowledge the man who'd taken his picture with a wave and a smile back at him. Then, you continue walking and finally approach the bench.

"It's nice to meet you, mister Serif." You acknowledge him with a wave, unsure of how friendly you can be with him.

"Likewise, pal." He holds a hand out to you, bringing forth the warning Frisk had given to you about him.

Out of all the things Frisk had warned you about, it was to be careful around the skeleton, but primarily due to how he seemed to be the type to joke around and prank people often. One thing in particular you were warned about was in shaking hands with him, so right as he offers his hand out to you and just as you're about to reach out, you miss his hand, take a step closer, and pull him along for a hug instead. You then unfold the sticky note and press it against his back with enough pressure for him to feel it and let go when you're done.

"Frisk warned me about you, and even though they haven't told me anything I should be worrying about yet, I do know I should be careful for other reasons. And they told me to give that note to you, by the way."

You sit down and watch as the monster attempts to get the sticky note unstuck, his short height proving to be a disadvantage, as it also comes with shorter arms. He goes as far as to use his magic to get it out, leaving you to bite back a smile and wonder if you've been too rude with him just now. Still, you wait and keep your eyes on the train tracks while he reads the note you've left for him.

"Not gonna say anything about it?" you ask, surprised to hear nothing from him even as he slips the note in his pocket.

"Patience, pal," he replies, words followed with a chuckle and continued with a wink. "Just take it as some friendly payback on my part -- Now we're even." He sits back down and meets with your eyes, his expression changing from humoured to stern at the drop of a hat. "So, what you're sayin' here is the kid hasn't said much about me yet?"

"No," you reply, hesitating. You fight between keeping a smile and a frown. "They've been awfully quiet after I asked them if there were any people down there who treated them badly." You catch yourself becoming emotional, so you breathe and blink a few times to fight that back. "It...  It feels like they shut themselves away from me, and now I'm not too sure about how to approach the situation anymore." You stop to catch your breath again, feeling yourself grow anxious already. "They can talk non-stop when it's about all the good things Toriel, Alphys, Papyrus, and… And even what you did for them, but whenever I ask if there was anything that made them feel unsafe, they… They bottle up and run off to do whatever chore there's left to do around the house."

A gust of wind helps freshen up your burning face, product of a train stopping nearby. You wait for him to speak up, body tensed all the while.

"Y'know, I…" The monster sighs, faces down, and rubs the back of his neck, looking lost in thought. "I think I can answer that for ya, but it's gonna be a bit of a long story." He glances at his phone for a moment, seemingly to check the time, and later adds, "Wanna head out somewhere to eat? We can talk about it there over food and drinks. Better than talkin' on an empty stomach, don't you think?"

Despite how somber the mood's become, that trademark grin of his you've already grown used to seems to stand out a lot more now, bringing forth a genuine, welcoming expression in addition to the offer he'd made to you. "Sure," you reply, smile returning. "And... Sorry for dumping all that on you all of a sudden."

You both stand up and make your way out of the station, walking side by side as you continue with the conversation. 

"It's cool, pal," he says. "I'd be a lot more worried if you didn't worry about it."

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This turned out to be a whopping 7k+ word long chapter, so it's been divide into 3 parts (between 2k to 3k words each, which is the usual length of each update).

So... Long story short: there'll be a double update next week in order to post Parts 2 and 3!

Expect the same thing for whenever a chapter exceeds that limit. :-)

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Happy Medium (Part Two) || Rafe Cameron x Maybank!Reader

Part One

Request: hi! um this is oddly specific but i had this idea so... can you possibly do an imagine where rafe and the reader are dating and rafe is like super super sweet (and she makes him a better person🥺), but the reader is also jjs sister and he gets really mad when he finds out about the relationship bc he is really protective of her, but at a party or something a touron messes with the reader and rafe sticks up for her so jj starts to come around to the idea of their relationship

“Babe come on. It’s your birthday, you have to have a party!” Rafe pleaded, pacing around his room as you laid on his bed reading some fashion magazine Sarah had given you.

“No I don’t. Lots of people don’t have parties on their birthdays.”

“Y/N you’ve had a party for your birthday every single year since like forever. It’s how I had your birthday memorized even before we started dating.”

“Yeah and no offense but most of those parties ended up getting ruined by kooks. Besides, it’s not like JJ or any of my friends will even be there so what’s the point.”

“But the kooks wouldn’t be there to ruin it this time. Please, just let me throw you a fun party for your birthday. It’ll take your mind off everything that’s been going on. You can get wasted off your ass and I’ll stay sober to take care of you.”

“Promise?” You ask, looking up from the magazine.

“Promise,” He grins.

“Fine. But I require fruity drinks that are going to taste like pure sugar but still get me fucked up after like five sips. Beer is getting really old.”

“Of course. Anything for you Sunshine. Hey I gotta go meet up with Topper and Kelce about something. I’ll be back in an hour, you good to stay here?”

“Yeah. Rose was gonna teach me how to make some Greek meal that she learned how to make when she visited there, since I’m always saying I want to go.”

“Alright well, have fun. I’ll see you in a bit,” He leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead before disappearing out his bedroom door.

-

“Oh hell no,” JJ growls, seeing Rafe standing on the porch in front of him.

“Wait,” Rafe sticks his foot out and stops him from closing the door, “Please JJ, it’s important.”

“What the hell do you want? I thought I made it clear that I don’t want you hear. Leave.”

“Y/N‘s birthday is in two days. I’m throwing a party and I want you and the other three to come. She’s been having a really tough time these past couple weeks and I know she’d be happy if you guys came.”

“A party at your kook house surrounded by other kooks, yeah not interested. Didn’t think Y/N would ever be interested either but I guess you got your claws deeper than I thought. I trust you’ll tell her happy birthday from me?”

“Okay dude, what is your goddamn problem? I get it, you don’t like me, but Y/N is your sister. You’re supposed to be there for her but no. Instead of supporting her and being happy that she’s happy you and your friends have all been complete assholes towards her. You guys have cut off all contact and have completely alienated her because you all have too much pride and hatred for kooks to accept that she’s in a relationship with one. I’ve sat and watched for two goddamn weeks as she’s been borderline depressed, struggling with the fact that you all have disowned her. You know you guys think we’re the bad guys but you have stooped so low as to treat one of your own like complete shit simply because she fell in love with one of us. This isn’t fucking Romeo and Juliet, get over yourselves. We’re not having the party at my house, it’ll be on the beach because I know she’ll be most comfortable there. And for your information, she didn’t even want to party. I begged her to let me throw her one so I wouldn’t have to watch her be sad on her own birthday. I came here to ask you if you’d come because I know it would make her happy but if you’re going to show up acting like that then don’t bother. Goodbye JJ,” Rafe rants angrily, stepping back to exit the porch while leaving your brother standing in the open doorway in shock.

-

“Jesus you look beautiful,” Rafe grins, watching as you do a little spin in the party dress he’d bought you. You told him not to but he insisted and who were you to tell him no.

“Stop, you’re making me blush,” You laugh.

“As you should be because you look gorgeous. You ready to go? I told everyone to start showing up at six.” You nod and he grabs your hand, dragging you out of his room.

When you get to the beach the sun is just starting to set and the beach is already packed. You and Rafe walk through the crowd, searching for Kelce and Topper, who were in charge of protecting your girly alcohol. You clutch your boyfriend’s hand, overwhelmed by the amount of people you don’t even know shouting happy birthday at you.

“Yo Y/N! Happy birthday! Don’t worry, we got the good stuff!” Kelce shouts as you near the pair of boys, handing a bottle of pink lemonade UV out towards you. (A/N: Fun fact, I got waisted off of Pink Lemonade UV on my 18th birthday and ended up puking all over my aunt. Good times lmao. Drink responsibly kids.)

“What, no mixer?” You ask, taking the bottle from him.

“Oh we got that covered,” Topper replies, holding up an old milk jug full of some pink liquid. Pink Lemonade probably, it’s a good thing that’s your favorite drink.

“Well thank you boys. I’m honored,” You smile, pouring a generous amount of alcohol into your plastic cup, followed by some of the pink lemonade.

You continue to hang out with Rafe and the boys, drinking, laughing, and just genuinely goofing around. While pouring your fifth drink you look up and watch as a familiar group of pogues walk along the beach, through the crowds of people.

“What the hell are they doing here?” You ask Rafe, pointing towards them.

“I asked them to come. I figured you’d like it if they came. With the way JJ reacted I didn’t actually expect them to show.” He replies, looking shocked to see them.

“Can you hold this for a minute? I’ll be right back.” You give him a reassuring smile while he takes your drink.

You head for your brother and friends, planning to confront them, until a random touron steps in front of you, blocking your view. He must’ve already been there for awhile, as he’s clearly wasted off of his ass.

“Damn girl, where you headed to?” He slurs as you gently trying to brush past him.

“I- um- can you just let me by please?” You ask politely.

“Now hang on a minute,” He grabs your shoulders, “Just stay a minute. You know, you’re one of the hottest chicks I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you, but I have a boyfriend. Now can you please move?” You ask again, more insistent this time.

“What a shame. Surely he’d be okay with sharing though. I mean sharing is caring, right?” He looks up and down your body hungrily, making you shiver in disgust.

“No. Get off me.”

“Don’t be so mean. I’m only trying to have fun,” He leans in so you can feel his breath on your neck. You try to squirm away but he’s clutching your shoulders so tightly that you’re stuck in place. You whimper at the pain his death grip is causing. His lips barely make contact with your skin before he’s harshly shoved off and you watch in a blur as Rafe pins him to the ground and begins to punch him repeatedly.

You blink back tears as Sarah runs up to you and wraps her arms around you comfortingly. From the other side of the fight you see your friends staring at you with wide eyes, clearly they’d just witnessed that entire thing. Rafe doesn’t stop beating on the guy and nobody really does anything to try to stop him anyway. Blood splatters the sand as he screams angrily in the boys face.

“Rafe stop! You’ll kill him!” Sarah yells finally as the guy begins coughing and choking on his on blood. She turns to you softly, so nobody but the two of you can hear, “Y/N you have to tell him to stop. He won’t listen to anybody but you.”

“R-Rafe. Baby, please stop.” You plead softly. Immediately your boyfriend stops and stands so that he’s standing over the injured touron.

“Don’t you EVER lay a hand on a woman without her consent ever again. Now leave or I will fucking kill you,” He spits, watching as the bloodied boy scrambles up off the ground and limps away.

Everyone starts going back to their partying, bored as the fight has ended. Rafe walks towards you and pulls you out of Sarah’s arms and into his own, petting your hair soothingly.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. Baby, I’m so so sorry.” He whispered comfortingly.

“It’s okay,” You tell him honestly. You were a bit shaken up but you felt so much better the second you were in Rafe’s arms.

“Y/N,” JJ says cautiously, stepping towards you.

“Look man. She’s already dealt with enough crap in one night so if you’re gonna get on her ass about being with me then just go away.” Rafe tells him but JJ shakes his head.

“No. I- uh- I came to apologize. Y/N, I’m so ashamed of how I acted. You told me that you were dating Rafe and I just, I just lost my shit. But you’re my sister and no matter what I should always support you and be there for you. These past few weeks I’ve been a horrible brother and I feel so shitty. It’s just that after years of getting the shit beaten out of me by him I didn’t want to believe that you were actually dating him. I felt a little betrayed. These past two weeks I’ve expected you to walk through the door telling me you’d made a mistake, begging for my forgiveness. I was only thinking about myself. I didn’t think about your happiness and I’m so sorry.”

“JJ I don’t know what to say. You abandoned me. You turned all my friends against me. You made me feel like a bad person for being happy.” You reply softly.

“I was angry. Anger does horrible things Y/N and I’m not proud of it but I’ll admit that I got those anger issues from Dad. I know that I can never take back how I treated you these past two weeks but I want to make it up to you. Please Y/N, I know it might take awhile but I’m willing to do whatever it takes until you forgive me.” He pleads. You’d never seen JJ Maybank beg for anything in his life until now.

“What about Rafe? I know you don’t like him and I’m not going to stop dating him.”

He turns to your boyfriend, “I still hate you...but I’ll tolerate you. Seeing how you protected my sister tonight and listening to how you talked about her the other day I know you love her. That’s all I ever wanted for Y/N, for her to be happy and loved. Maybe someday I won’t dislike you so much but for now can we just agree to get along for her sake?”

Rafe nods his head, “Happy medium?”

“Happy medium.”

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[bevioletskies]

how sweet it is (to be loved by you)

summary: Although he would never admit it, Apollo really wants to impress Klavier by making dessert from scratch for their first date at his apartment, despite his complete lack of baking experience. With the help of his overenthusiastic sister (and no help from his mischievous cat), Apollo thinks he just might be able to pull it off.

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a/n: For @klapollo-week, day four of seven (prompt: "cooking"). All seven of my fics take place in the same continuity! However, each can be read as a stand-alone, with the exception of day seven being a sequel to day five.

This fic takes place at some distant point in time after Spirit of Justice where Apollo and Trucy have learned that they’re siblings, but doesn’t reference any specific plotlines otherwise. Fic title is from the song How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) by Marvin Gaye.

“Don’t look at me like that, okay? I can feel you judging me, and I don’t appreciate it. I swear, I-I know what I’m doing! But it doesn’t help with you staring at me like you just know I’m gonna screw up!”

Mikeko blinked. “Mreow.”

“Polly, are you talking to your cat again?” Apollo turned to see Trucy walking towards him with huge bags of flour and sugar in her arms.

“Just a reminder - his name is Mikeko, and he’s an asshole,” Apollo grouched, hurrying over to help before she could drop everything on the floor. The last thing he needed was to get white powder stuck in his kitchen tile grout, again. There was a reason Ema wasn’t allowed to bring her forensics kit to his place anymore. “He peed on my rug the other day. I thought he was sick so I took him to the vet, and nothing. He’s an asshole.”

“You talk about your cat like you talk about your boyfriend, and I dunno which one’s worse,” Trucy mused, elbowing him playfully. “Though obviously, you love ‘em both, since that cat tree over there looks like it costs more than your TV. And, y’know, the fact that you asked me to help you bake for him! Er, your boyfriend, not your cat.”

“You don’t say,” Apollo said dryly, hoisting the bags onto the kitchen counter. “Klavier has an insatiable sweet tooth for a guy with a six-pack. I blame his parents and their baking habits.”

“C’mon, you love his parents,” Trucy giggled. She hopped onto the counter, nearly knocking the flour over in the process. Apollo shot her a dirty look that she blatantly ignored. “So, what’re we making? I’m surprised you asked me to help and then didn’t tell me what we were gonna do!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Apollo sighed, smoothing out the wrinkles in his apron. “We’re making, uh...bienenstich, or bee sting cake. It’s one of his childhood favorites, apparently; it’s got vanilla cream and…” He paused to glance down at the recipe on his phone. “...‘a crunchy caramelized almond topping’.”

“Sounds yummy!” Trucy replied, idly swinging her legs back and forth. Mikeko seemed very interested in chasing her untied shoelaces. “Seriously, though, why did you ask me? I mean, when I first started living with Daddy, I learned how to cook pretty fast, but I never really learned how to bake.”

Apollo softened. “I just wanted to hang out with you, Truce. That’s all.”

Trucy folded her hands over her heart. “Aww, Polly!” She then grinned devilishly. “Of course you did.”

“Now you’re an asshole, too,” Apollo informed her, kissing her cheek before turning back to the other side of the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Mikeko, sitting in his sink, lounging lazily across every last mixing bowl he’d just washed. “Mik, what the hell - you were just on the floor a second ago, you - ”

“Meow,” Mikeko interrupted, his tail swishing nonchalantly through the air.

“...cool, cool.” Apollo wiped his hands, then proceeded to lift Mikeko right out of the sink and deposit him onto his cat tree. His paws were still damp; he mewled in protest. “Well, this is going about as well as I expected.”

“I’m excited,” Trucy offered, still beaming. “Let’s go!”

_____

Once Trucy found the appropriate playlist to blast on her phone (“Any performer worth their salt knows they need good background music, Polly!” “But...this isn’t a performance. Also, this is more Maroon 5 than I’m comfortable with.”), she got to work on re-washing the dishes Mikeko had ruined while Apollo shuffled around the kitchen, grabbing the rest of the ingredients. He’d bought quite a few items he didn’t usually have in stock, having next to no experience with baking. The recipe claimed bienenstich was easy to make, though he had his doubts when it came to his abilities - and his luck.

“So, how’ve you and Klavier been?” Trucy asked, drying the last of the spatulas. “Things must be pretty good if you’re baking for him.”

“Good, definitely good,” Apollo replied. “We’ve had a couple of hiccups, but nothing we’ve had to worry about, y’know?”

“Gee, how romantic,” Trucy drawled. “I was hoping for something juicier than that, Polly! Have you had any fun dates lately? Cute moments? Nice gifts? It sure was nice of his mom to send more apple strudels to the agency the other day!”

“Are you my sister, or a tabloid reporter?” Apollo flicked a spray of flour onto the front of her apron, ducking before she could retaliate. “Well, we had a good time at his parents’ house the other day. I made pretzels with his mom, and his dad had a ton of podcast recommendations for like, nerd stuff. We, uh...we even talked about Mom for a bit. They wanna meet her someday.”

Trucy’s eyes widened. “Really? When’s that gonna happen?”

“Not sure,” Apollo admitted. “But hey, do you wanna join us when it does? They’ve been dying to meet you, too.”

“Like you have to ask!” Trucy said brightly. She took a moment to methodically spread out all of their equipment across the kitchen counter, smiling in satisfaction when she was done. “There - we’re ready to go. What’s the actual first step?”

“The dough, it says,” Apollo said, turning back to the recipe. “We’re s’posed to mix the dry ingredients and wet ingredients separately. Although I guess the actual actual first step is measuring the ingredients.”

“I’ll do dry, you do wet,” Trucy replied, passing him one of the mixing bowls. “Y’know…‘cos you're such a wet blanket and all.”

Apollo blinked. “...okay, wow. We’re here to bake a cake, not roast me.” Trucy giggled mischievously, then got to work on measuring out the flour, sugar, yeast, and salt. Apollo, meanwhile, started with pouring the milk - easy enough - then stared at the egg carton and sticks of butter sitting in front of him. He’d never been intimidated by either before, but right now, he found them oddly daunting.

“Polly, are you trying to perceive the ingredients or somethin’?” Trucy asked, rapping her knuckles against the side of his head a little too sharply for his liking. “The cake isn’t a lie, you know.”

Once again, Apollo found himself looking at her incredulously. “Wha - th-that joke is older than you are!” Then, a brief swish of movement over Trucy’s shoulder caught his eye. “Wait…” Sitting on the opposite counter was Mikeko, who was innocently sniffing the bag of sliced almonds. “Mik - ”

“Mrrh,” Mikeko purred, his tail perking up at the sound of his name. He then flopped onto his side, rolling over to present his belly. “Mrrh?”

“Don’t ‘mrrh’ me, get away from there,” Apollo huffed, flapping his hands in Mikeko’s direction. He seemed unmoved. “Do you want me to lock you in my bedroom? Really? Is that what we have to do?” Sighing, Mikeko got up and hopped down from the counter, sauntering off to the living room with a sulky grimace. “Thank you.”

“You really do act like he’s human,” Trucy commented, watching Mikeko go. “Mr. Edgeworth’s like that with Pess, only he’s way nicer to her than you are to Mikeko.”

“Probably because Pess doesn’t sit on his chest in the middle of the night while he's sleeping and make him think he’s having a heart attack,” Apollo said wryly, reaching for the sticks of butter. If he let them sit out for too long, they were going to start melting. “How’s that whole...thing going, anyway? I feel like Mr. Edgeworth’s been visiting the agency a lot lately...only, nothing ever seems to happen.”

“Story of their lives, according to Ema and Aunt Maya,” Trucy said, rolling her eyes exasperatedly. “At this rate, I’m gonna get married before Daddy does!” She then smirked. “Or should I say, you’re gonna get - ”

“Hey, l-let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Apollo protested, his cheeks reddening. “How’s it going with the dry ingredients?”

“All done!” Trucy chirped, tilting her bowl slightly so he could see. “Wait, you still haven’t done the butter or eggs yet? Apollo!”

“Yeah, yeah, I was kinda busy dealing with that jerk over there.” Trucy glanced across the way to the living room; she could’ve sworn Mikeko was sticking his tongue out at them. Apollo then pushed the butter towards her. “Here - you do the butter, I’ll take care of the eggs.” The two of them worked in silence for a minute or so, the only sounds in the apartment being the crinkle of the butter’s parchment paper and the tap-tap of the eggs against the mixing bowl. It didn’t take long before their silence was broken. “...shit.”

“Eggshell?” Trucy guessed without looking up. “Sheesh, you really did need help. Here, give it to me!”

Apollo nudged the bowl in her direction, defeated, then wiped the sweat off his brow. “Damn, I didn’t think I was gonna be this bad! I made bread and pretzels with Klavier’s mom, and that went pretty well.”

“I bet it’s ‘cos she did most of the work,” Trucy teased. “Wait - Apollo, there’s more eggshell in here than actual egg!”

“I…” Apollo paused. “...have no excuses.” He then groaned. “Ugh, we still have so much left to do! This cake better be worth it.”

“It’s more like if you think your boyfriend’s worth it, and he is, isn’t he?” Trucy finished fishing out the last of the eggshells, then poked Apollo’s side with her yolk-covered finger. “So c’mon, let’s keep going. We mix them together, right?”

Apollo smiled softly. “Yeah. And hey, I’m...I’m really glad you’re here, Trucy. Thanks for helping me out.”

“It’s just baking, Polly, you don’t hafta be so dramatic,” Trucy said, though she was beaming regardless. “Now move it, or this cake’s still gonna be in the oven when he gets here!”

_____

A little over two hours later, Apollo jumped up from his couch at the sound of his doorbell. His face brightened when he saw Klavier on the other side of the door, dressed casually in an oversized hoodie and joggers. Klavier had been so particular about how he’d dressed for their first few dates that Apollo was always happy to see him in more relaxed attire. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

Klavier raised an eyebrow. “You always greet me in the strangest ways, schatz. Did something happen, are you okay?”

Apollo let out an internal sigh of relief; Klavier had yet to notice anything off-putting at all. “No, no, I-I’m fine, just - i-it’s been a long day, and it’s good to see you. I mean, it’s always good to see you - usually good to see you, depending on what’s going on, ‘cos not gonna lie, you still pull the most inane crap in the courtroom, but, uh. It’s good that you’re here. Hi.”

Klavier’s eyebrows remained raised. “...hi. Anyway, I brought dinner and dessert.” He lifted the two bags he was carrying so Apollo could see. “As it turns out, our favorite Taiwanese place was having a promotion. Spend thirty dollars or more, we get free tofu pudding. Achtung, I love a good deal!”

“That’s not what your bank account says,” Apollo teased. “And, er, that’s great, and we should definitely eat it while it’s fresh, but I actually made dessert for us, too.”

“Really?” Apollo was starting to think Klavier’s eyebrows were never going to come back down. “What did you make?”

“No spoilers,” Apollo said, tugging on Klavier’s sleeve. “C’mon, get in here before my neighbors spot you. I swear, I heard one of them blasting Love With No Chance Of Parole the other night. If they find out you’re my boyfriend, I’m never gonna hear the end of it.”

“Finally starting to recognize my songs, are you?” Klavier chuckled, stepping into Apollo’s apartment. “I’ll make a Gavinners fan out of you yet, baby.” He then looked around, curious, as he took off his shoes. “Your place doesn’t look nearly as bad as you made it sound. It’s...charming.”

“Real diplomatic way of saying it looks like crap,” Apollo said wryly, closing the door behind him. He was well aware of his peeling wallpaper and cat-scratched furniture, his dusty windows and his water-damaged ceiling. “Wait until you have to use my bathroom. I swear the sink is haunted.”

“How comforting.” Klavier’s eyes lit up at the sound of tiny little feet padding over in his direction; he crouched down so he could be at eye level, one hand outstretched to beckon him closer. “Why, guten tag, kätzchen! I’m so glad I finally get to meet you.” Mikeko stopped dead in his tracks, eyeing Klavier up and down warily. Then, without another sound, he turned and walked away, tail swishing pointedly in the air. Klavier looked up at Apollo dejectedly. “Ach, what did I do?”

“Mikeko only likes me and tolerates Trucy,” Apollo shrugged, trying not to laugh at Klavier’s miserable expression. “I wouldn’t take it personally. C’mon, let’s eat!”

“I’m going to take it a little personally,” Klavier muttered under his breath, following Apollo across the open living space. It wasn’t long before they were set up at the dining table, working their way through their Taiwanese beef noodles, fried chicken, and scallion pancakes. Apollo hummed happily as he ate; he hadn’t realized how hungry he was or how difficult baking could be until now. “So, how was your day?”

“Didn’t do much,” Apollo said, shrugging. “Since it’s my day off, I just kinda - y’know, played video games, watched some TV. Re-organized my bookshelf for the millionth time. I still haven’t decided if my brain likes it organized by author, title, genre, or color.”

“You also made dessert, apparently,” Klavier replied. “Are you really not going to tell me what it is?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, and even though my cat’s an asshole, I prefer him alive,” Apollo said, playfully nudging Klavier’s leg with his foot. “You can wait thirty minutes, can’t you?”

“Ach, the suspense,” Klavier laughed. “Fine, fine. Can I at least ask why you decided to bake for us?”

“It’s the first time you’ve been to my place, so I figured I’d do something nice,” Apollo said, sniffing very slightly. The smell of burnt sugar was starting to waft into his nose; he crossed his fingers underneath the table in the hopes that Klavier couldn’t smell it, too.

“Er - are you okay, Apollo?” Klavier asked, lowering his chopsticks. “You’re...sniffling. I didn’t accidentally bring some pollen in here, did I?”

“Sniffing, not sniffling,” Apollo corrected. “There’s a difference. And nah, it’s nothing. Just wasn’t sure if Mik might’ve peed somewhere...as he does.”

“Ah, cats,” Klavier said, nodding sagely. “Don’t tell your kätzchen I’m more of a dog person, bitte. We’re already off to a bad start as it is.”

“Brave of you, saying that out loud,” Apollo remarked. “If Mik comes after you in your sleep tonight, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Klavier turned to look at Mikeko, who was currently on the kitchen counter, scarfing down his dinner. He lifted his head to make direct eye contact, chewing menacingly all the while. Klavier shuddered. “How about you, what were you up to today?”

“The most boring prosecutor’s office meeting ever, not that that’s anything new,” Klavier sighed, turning back to face Apollo. “And I had no cases to prosecute, so I spent my day wishing I was here instead. Even if you and Mikeko weren’t around, I’d rather watch your wallpaper die a slow death than listen to Herr Payne whine about his life while we’re all waiting for the coffee maker. I don’t see how it’s my or Herr Blackquill’s fault that he hasn’t had a raise in over ten years. If all he can brag about is making new defense attorneys cry instead of actually doing his job, then he should be grateful he still has a career to begin with, ach.”

Apollo blinked. “...huh. I guess I never really thought about the kind of office politics you have to deal with. Meanwhile, the only thing I’ve had to deal with lately is Athena nearly breaking Trucy’s finger during an arm-wrestling match.”

Klavier winced, popping a piece of chicken in his mouth. “Is that something that happens often?”

“More often than it should,” Apollo replied sagely. Klavier wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or slightly terrified.

After they finished dinner, Klavier insisted on helping Apollo with the dishes, seeing as how there was a huge pile of them in the sink, almost none of them from their dinner. Some were splattered with cake batter, others with vanilla cream. Thankfully, Apollo had already rinsed all the pans and utensils he’d used to make the topping, or else the sliced almonds would’ve given him away entirely.

“No peeking in the fridge or you’re not getting any,” Apollo warned, waving a spatula in his face.

“Are we talking about dessert, or...something else?” Klavier blinked innocently when Apollo continued to glare. “Ja, ja, I hear you.” He then paused. “Can I at least speculate? I have an educated guess.”

“You have zero patience sometimes,” Apollo complained, knocking his hip against Klavier’s, though with their height difference, it was more like his hip against Klavier’s thigh. “Let’s finish up here so you have nothing to complain about, alright?”

As they puttered around the kitchen together, Apollo had to subtly, but constantly direct Klavier away from the oven before he could see the remnants of a burnt pan still left on one of the stovetop elements; he hadn’t had enough time to completely scrub them away, though he had gotten rid of the worst of it. For once, he was grateful Klavier favored heavy scents, which seemed to be masking the smell for him.

“Mrrp.” Just as Klavier was drying the last of the plates, he felt something weaving between his ankles. “Mreow?”

“Have you changed your mind about me, kätzchen?” he asked, delighted. Mikeko aggressively smushed his face against Klavier’s calf in response. Apollo watched them both in amazement. “Is that a ja or a nein?”

“Mrrh,” Mikeko rumbled.

“Oh, this is definitely a trap,” Apollo warned. “He probably wants something from you, so don’t fall for it, Klav.”

“You talk about him like he’s an unruly witness on the witness stand,” Klavier said, amused. “He’s just a sweet little kätzchen, what could he possibly - ” Mikeko sneezed, violently.

“There it is,” Apollo sighed.

Klavier winced at the wet spot Mikeko had left behind on his sweatpants. “Achtung, gesundheit!” He then chuckled, shaking his head as Mikeko wandered off, clearly pretending nothing had happened. Either that, or he was embarrassed, though Apollo suspected it was more the former than the latter. “Like human, like cat, I see; it’s allergy season all around. Is it my cologne, do you think?”

“Might be,” Apollo shrugged, wiping his hands. “Okay, you big baby, are you ready for dessert now?”

“You’re acting like I’ve talked about nothing else,” Klavier protested, wrapping his arms around Apollo from behind and burying his face against Apollo’s neck. He then began pressing slow, deliberate kisses along the length of Apollo’s throat. His nose was momentarily filled with the scent of Klavier’s aforementioned cologne, the scent of sandalwood instead of burnt sugar. “I would love to have dessert, baby.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Then we can eat what you made after.”

“Why am I dating you,” Apollo groaned, lightly shoving him away. Klavier snickered, hopping up onto the kitchen counter. “Sheesh, you’re like a cheap Hallmark card and a bad pick-up artist at the same time.”

“Is there such a thing as a good pick-up artist?” Klavier mused, still grinning. “Anyway, I’m serious. Let’s see what you made for us, liebe.” Apollo felt oddly nervous as he opened his refrigerator and carefully pulled out the covered tray from the top shelf. He set it down on the counter, right beside Klavier, then went to grab plates, forks, and a decent-sized knife. “Ah, a knife! Was my prediction correct?”

“Can you let me live for two seconds, please?” Apollo grumbled, softening when Klavier leaned down to kiss him on the cheek. “Okay, okay, careful around the guy with the knife in his hand. I-I’m gonna take off the cover now.”

They both held their breaths just as Apollo lifted the tray cover, as overly dramatic as it sounded. The sensation was stupidly similar to how they felt during a particularly stressful trial. Klavier’s eyes widened at the sight before him. “...bienenstich?”

“Wait…” Apollo leaned closer. “...what happened?!”

The state of his bienenstich was...questionable, to say the least. To start, the caramelized almond topping, which had hardened nicely in the refrigerator earlier, now looked like it had been through an earthquake, full of little holes and fissures. The thick layer of vanilla cream between the two layers of cake was oozing out the sides, having somehow melted since Apollo put it in the fridge over an hour ago. Finally, most of the bottom layer of cake was soggy and crumbling apart, clearly thanks to the melting cream.

“You gotta be kidding me!” Apollo exclaimed, setting the knife aside and hurriedly digging his phone out of his pocket. “Here, I took a picture earlier, i-it - it looked perfect, I-I made sure of it - ”

“I’m sure it did, Apollo,” Klavier said gently, rubbing his shoulders in sympathy. “Let’s see your picture, then.”

Groaning, Apollo held his phone up to Klavier’s face. “Seriously, look. I took so many photos, I was gonna send ‘em to your parents and thank them for teaching me the basics...I even made the topping three times ‘cos I burnt the first two attempts!”

“Is that what that smell was?” Klavier shrunk at Apollo’s venomous expression. “Sorry, baby, I just - I didn’t want to say anything in case it was, you know, a weird apartment smell.” He then perked up. “But if you ask me...looks have nothing to do with taste. That goes for both food and people, apropos, though I consider myself blessed that you’re the very best of both.”

“Har, har...also, ew,” Apollo added, wrinkling his nose. “Well, let’s hope you’re right.” With renewed vigor, he picked up the knife once more and carefully cut two modest-sized pieces, transferring them to their respective plates. He passed one plate to Klavier, then, after they exchanged nervous looks, they both took their first tentative bites. “...oh.”

“See? It’s just as I said!” Klavier declared, grinning victoriously. “I’m not going to pretend it’s the most perfect bienenstich I’ve ever had, but - it’s good, Apollo. It’s really, really good. I wouldn’t have known it was your first attempt if I hadn’t seen it. Even then, it’s hardly a disaster. Just a bit, ah, lopsided.”

Apollo was quiet for another moment or so, letting the taste linger on his tongue. The texture was a bit odd, thanks to the half-melted cream and the soggy cake, but it was just as sweet and satisfying as he’d been hoping it would be. “...huh. So I guess we didn’t accidentally swap the salt and sugar like I thought we might’ve done.”

“We?” Klavier echoed as he took another bite, more generous in size this time.

“Yeah, Trucy came over to help me. Guess I forgot to mention that,” Apollo added. “We haven’t had much time to hang out outside of work stuff lately, so...I thought it’d be a fun afternoon thing. Kinda turned into a nightmare instead? Like, the smell of burnt sugar is everywhere for a reason. Don’t look inside my oven, please.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” Klavier laughed, delighted. “I can only imagine what went on before I got here, achtung.” It wasn’t long before he was scraping his plate clean; he was still eyeing the rest of the cake hungrily. He turned when Apollo made a mild noise of disgust. “Ah - what happened?”

“What always happens around here.” Apollo plucked a tiny, but obvious cat hair from the end of his fork. “At least I didn’t eat this one. I think I’ve consumed more cat hairs than I’ve had paying clients.” He then looked at Klavier with raised eyebrows. “You’re not expecting another piece right now, are you?”

“I like bienenstich, okay?” Klavier said defensively, though he finally got down from the kitchen counter so he could put his fork and plate in the sink, dropping a sticky-sweet kiss on Apollo’s cheek on his way over. “Danke, baby, that was really good. Can I take some back with me, bitte?”

“Of course, babe. I’m certainly not eating the rest of it by myself,” Apollo snorted, finishing off his own piece. He put his dishes in the sink, taking a moment to rinse off his and Klavier’s plates, then let out a relieved sigh. “Well, at least it tasted good, even if it looked like crap.”

“I know it’s pointless, saying this to you, but - don’t worry so much, hm?” Klavier wrapped his arms around Apollo’s midsection; before Apollo knew it, he was being lifted and set down onto the counter, right where Klavier had been. He rolled his eyes good-naturedly, bringing his hands to rest on Klavier’s shoulders, his legs wrapped loosely around Klavier’s waist. “I’m impressed, liebling, I mean it. I know Mama’s been teaching you how to bake, but for you to do it on your own time for us to enjoy...I should really step up my game here, don’t you think?”

“Hardly,” Apollo said, dropping his head to Klavier’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to Klavier’s neck. “Thanks, Klav. Glad you liked it.”

“Bitte schön,” Klavier replied, gently lifting Apollo’s chin so he could kiss him properly. They both tasted like vanilla and honey; Apollo pushed Klavier’s hair out of his face so it wouldn't run the risk of getting sticky. Mere seconds later, they were interrupted by a tiny, impudent meow. Sighing, Klavier reluctantly broke away so he could stare down at the culprit by his feet. “Can I help you, kätzchen? I thought we were cool...until you used my sweatpants as a tissue, that is. These are Moncler, I’ll have you know.”

“Mreow,” Mikeko trilled, tail thrashing violently against Klavier’s leg. Shaking his head in amusement, Apollo got down from the counter so he could pick him up and cradle him, rocking him back and forth like a baby. “Mrrp.”

“I’m kinda curious to see if he’ll let you pet him,” Apollo said. “You wanna try?” Klavier lifted a cautious hand, then slowly began petting Mikeko, taking care not to disturb the sleekness of his long, thick fur. Klavier let out a soft laugh when Mikeko began to purr, his eyes closing contentedly as he smushed his face against Klavier’s hand, just like he’d done to his leg earlier. “Hey, would you look at that - it’s a not-Christmas miracle!”

“I feel as if I’ve been blessed,” Klavier chuckled, rubbing Mikeko’s ears for good measure. “Have I passed your secret test somehow, kätzchen? Am I a good partner for your papa?” Mikeko mewled happily.

“I can’t believe you didn’t even do anything and he already likes you,” Apollo sighed. “Mik, I thought you were smarter than this.”

“I can’t tell if you want him to like me or not,” Klavier said dryly, dropping a kiss to the top of Mikeko’s forehead. Mikeko’s purr only seemed to intensify. Apollo rolled his eyes; now Klavier was just showing off. “So now that all of our bienenstich excitement is over, should we put a movie on, maybe try a small bite of that tofu pudding? I have a desperate need to cuddle after the day I’ve had.”

“Day you had?” Apollo echoed, neatly depositing Mikeko back onto his cat tree. “You said you had a boring meeting and no trials. How bad could it have been?”

“I had to listen to Herr Payne gush about his wife that definitely exists,” Klavier bemoaned, lifting the back of his hand to his forehead as if he were about to faint. Apollo was sure if he rolled his eyes any harder, he would sprain something. “Herr Debeste kept asking to borrow a pencil for some reason. I’m serious, baby, don’t laugh at me, he kept knocking on my door every thirty minutes - ”

“The only baby I see around here is you, baby,” Apollo teased, prodding Klavier in the chest. “But fine, fine, I hear you. You go sulk on the couch and pick out a movie while you wait. I'm gonna put the bienenstich back in the fridge and send your mom my pre-disaster pictures. Maybe she’ll have some advice for my next attempt.”

Klavier perked up. “Next attempt? You mean you’re going to make it again? Ah, ich liebe dich, mein schatz, mein süßer, mein - ”

“Oh my god,” Apollo groaned, sighing. “Maybe, okay? Maybe. I’m not making any promises, I don’t want my apartment to permanently smell like burnt sugar hell.” Still, Apollo found himself biting back a smile, kissing Klavier briefly before lightly nudging him in the direction of his living room. “...and I love you, too. Dork.”

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a/n: Welcome to my fourth entry for Klapollo Week 2021! Continuity-wise, this is the sixth of seven fics, but again, there is no need to read the others to follow each fic on its own. Mikeko being a jerk who only likes maybe three people at a time is one of my favorite random headcanons! I know I set a lot of my fics in Apollo's apartment (or Klavier's), but one of the main reasons that I do is for Mikeko and Mikeko alone. If you're looking for a Mikeko-centric fic (kind of), if you could read my mind is one of my favorite short-ish fics that I've ever written.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Likes and reblogs would be much appreciated. Hoping you’re all safe and healthy and doing well ❤️

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[zodiyack]

Lost And Found - Deux

Requested by anon: lost and found was so precious! could I request a second part about how the family reacts to him finally finding her and their first days together? 😊

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

Warnings: Swearing, some characters possibly being slightly ooc on accident, fluff, one sexual joke(?) that’s really dumb but my friend liked it so I kept it also sorry if this sucks lmao

I strayed from the request a bit on accident but I hope you like it still!!

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @stydia-4-ever, @matth1w @redspaceace, @jenepleurepasbaby​

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist | Cillian Murphy Masterlist

part one. part two. part three.

Y/n fidget with her fingers nervously. She waited there, on the doorstep to the Shelby home. Thomas was inside with his family, and she was outside, waiting to knock. Her heart was racing. What if they didn’t like her?

Just as she was about to chicken out, about to pull away from the house and run as fast as she could back to her car, the front door swung open.

“Tommy! She’s here!”

Footsteps thundered as Thomas practically jumped the entire staircase. He paused, catching his breath and glancing at John with a smile. Y/n, now in his line of sight, was surprised with an almost sprinting Tommy then breath-taking hug. Tommy swung her around, smiling even wider at her giggles.

“Hello my love! It’s nice to see you too!”

They stopped spinning, but she remained in his arms. “I-I’m sorry, Y/n/n, it’s just- I’m so excited to introduce you to my family. They’re gonna love you! And- I missed you a lot.”

“Tommy you saw me two hours ago.”

“I know.” He set her down and kissed her roughly. “So, you ready to come inside?”

Y/n nodded and held his hand, grip getting tighter when he raced to the family room where he forced his family to sit until she arrived. Although Polly would’ve normally told him no and that he couldn’t make them do that unless it was for something absolutely important like a death, Tommy’s child-like soul was showing for the first time in a long time. 

They were experiencing a version of Tommy that they hadn’t seen since before the war.

He kissed her hand and asked her to wait by the door. He opened the door slightly, trying to hide the smile creeping onto his face but failing miserably. Ada jumped up from her seat with wide eyes, “Is she here?”

“Don’t be ridiculous Ada, look at that smile. She is, and lover-boy can’t help but smile like a bloody idiot” chuckled Arthur.

“Shush! Don’t tease your brother, he’s happy and that’s what matters.” Pol turned her attention to the man of the conversation, “So, is she going to say hello?”

Thomas rolled his eyes at his brother’s comment, a slight blush on his cheeks, then poked his head out the door, mumbling to someone the other’s had no knowledge of. They exchanged glances of confusion before readjusting to more welcoming and comforting expressions as a gorgeous h/c woman walked into the room.

“Well fuck. Tom really did pick a good one.” Michael laughed to himself. 

“Family, this is Y/n, the woman who helped me in the war...the woman I fell in love with. Y/n, this is my family.” She waved nervously. “You’ve met John and Arthur. That’s Finn, Ada, my aunt Polly, and my cousin Michael.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet all of you.”

“And it’s a pleasure to have finally met you. Tommy never shuts his trap when it comes to you. You have no idea how grateful we are about the whole saving Tommy thing, even if you were just doing your job.” Pol admitted.

“Now that Y/n’s here, can we eat now Tommy?” Finn finally entered the conversation, his question causing Y/n to look over to Tommy with a look that wordlessly questioned something along the lines of, ‘you didn’t let them eat?’

He looked back, raising his eyebrows to reference his point. He was waiting until she arrived. The family watched them as they communicated with their actions until Finn repeated Tommy’s name. “Ah yes, dinner! Uhm, Pol, can you show Y/n to the dining room?”

“Of course. Come dear,” she stood up, holding out her arm, beckoning Y/n to join her. “it’s alright, I don’t bite” she winked.

Tommy joined them with a bottle of Y/n’s favorite alcohol. Y/n thought back to the time Tommy flooded her with questions, drawling out excuses when asked, and now here was the answer to the preferred alcohol choice question.

“So, Y/n, what do you for a living? Still in the nurse industry?” Pol tried her go at small talk, smiling kindly at the woman sat next to Tommy.

“Not really, I was hoping there was a spot open in the...ya know, Peaky business-” she was cut off by Arthur choking on his asparagus. “but then again nurse stuff could help. I mean, you could use some help if someone were to get injured in a gun fight or something, right?”

Arthur recovered from his asparagus accident and squinted his eyes at Y/n. “Woah woah woah, wait a fucking minute, let me get this straight. You know about the...well not so legal side to our work?” She nodded. “Tommy told you?” She nodded again. “And you’re fine with it?” She nodded once more.

A pregnant pause filled the room. Awkward tension grew heavier.

“When do you think you’ll pop a baby in her?”

Y/n’s eyes bulged out of her head, Arthur broke from his cautious state into laughter, Tommy’s cheeks turned red from blush and his attempt of not breaking like his older brother. Ada gasped as her mouth dropped open, Finn snickered with his oldest brother, Michael looked away and snorted but mumbled an apology when his mother glared at him.

“John!”

“What? It’s just a qu- ow!” She flicked his ear and sat back in her seat.

“My apologies, Y/n. You’ll have to excuse Tommy’s brothers and their...humor. You’ll get used to it at some point, but I’m not sure how long that’ll take.”

“It’s alright, the question just...caught me off guard.” Y/n smiled weakly at John with sympathy as he rubbed his ear with a childish grumpy furrow of his eyebrows. “Besides, we aren’t exactly planning on turning into bunnies or having all of our children in a month. We can’t have two Johns in your family, can we?”

The tension was cut like it never existed. The family, all except John, laughed. Y/n smiled and joined in, happy her joke made from the knowledge of John and Esme’s relationship Tommy, and a boasting John, shared with her, caused the family to laugh. Her nervousness was brushed away by the sound of amusement.

“Oi! What’s that supposed to mean?!” red dusted across John’s face. He knew exactly what it meant.

“Look Tommy, I can see his fluffy little ears, how much longer do you think it’ll take for them to grow into big boy ears?” Arthur added.

“Alright, that’s enough, leave John alone.” she wiped away the tears she had shed from how hard she was laughing. Pol couldn’t remember the last time she laughed that hard, let alone the last time she had a good laugh.

Y/n was Tommy’s angel, the thing that kept him who he was, the beacon that signed home when he was lost, and now, she was spreading that feeling to his family. While dinner continued, jokes being made, fun being poked at, spirits high and tummies full, Polly was thankful.

She reclined back into her chair, watching as Y/n leaned into Tommy’s side, her eyes sparkling with interest when stories of a teenage version of the man was brought up. Y/n brought out the child-like-souls they thought were long gone. She made sure they had fun and didn’t grow up in a sense that they had lost their fun sides. 

The boys were acting like children once more, wrestling with each other and chuckling every now and then. Ada and Y/n were snickering to themselves by the fire like teenagers gushing over their crush.

“I’d like to make a toast.”

The fun-filled-joyous sounds came to a halt when Pol raised her glass. They all quickly grabbed their glasses, Y/n and Ada reaching beside them, and the boys stumbling over to the kitchen and returning with their beverages.

“I know I should’ve done this at dinner, but now feels like the perfect time. Thank you, Y/n, for...well everything. You helped Tommy, later meeting him again and rekindling the fire you felt for one another, which I doubt had ever gone out. Thank you for bringing our spirits of happiness and fun back to us, relieving us from business and worry. Thank you for being the sweet angel you are.” She wiped a small tear from her eyes and raised her glass again, “to Y/n and Tommy.”

“To Y/n and Tommy!” The siblings smiled and downed their drinks. Their fun resumed, without Y/n and Tommy though.

“To us,” Y/n turned to Tommy, both drinking to the toast, and set down her glass. “Thank you too, Thomas Shelby, for fighting through that war. You didn’t have to fight for me, but you did, and you kept up with that promise. I love you so much.”

“I love you most.” He rested his hands on her waist as he pulled her in for a soft kiss and her hands cupped his cheeks. They stayed there for a second, relaxing in the euphoria before pulling away. Tommy walked over to the sofa, patting the spot next to him. “Just a couple more weeks, then you’re all mine.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, smiling at the ring on her left hand, “A couple more weeks.”

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[squidlyskeet]

Joyride -0.007

Pairing: StreetRacer!Bakugou x Fem!reader

Genre: TokyoDrift!au, Noquirks!au

Status: Ongoing

TW: Violence, Blood, firearms, eventual nsfw, 18+, mentions of anxiety and OCD disorders, grand theft auto, gang activity, eventual soft yandere Bakugou.

Summary:

It started with a simple question. “What do you say Y/n? You coming?”

After the sudden death of her mother, Y/n is sent to live with her estranged aunt who made a home in Tokyo, Japan. Weary of what this new adventure might mean for her future, Y/n lets loose for her first night there, but how was Y/n supposed to know it would lead to a car chase? A car chase in the passenger seat of a very angry, very hot, street racer’s super car.

A/n: Bold Italics means the words are spoken in Japanese. PLATONIC UNCLE MIRIO SUPREMECY🥰 -Squidlyskeet ✌🏻✌🏻

The morning sun filtering through the partially opened curtains of my window had a light beam blinding me awake before my body was ready to get up. I groaned in annoyance at my light sleeping. I pulled my hand out from under my covers to slap my alarm clock before it could go off and wake me further, but confusion set in when my hand fell through the air instead of hitting my bedside table.

On top of me was an orange oversized hoodie, a skull of some sort on the front as the logo. It wasn’t the hoodie that grounded me back to reality, but the smell.

A man's musk of Burnt sugar, and Gasoline.

My thoughts cleared as I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply, the smell a comforting one as I used it as a security blanket when yesterday’s events came rushing back.

Getting off the plane. Seeing Noel again. Finding out she was in some type of street race gang. Cars. Helicopters. Maps. Police.

Burnt sugar.

Orange.

Him.

Bakugou.

A mystery of a man, with words that don’t fit his actions, a foul mouth, and a temper that explodes so fast it could rival a bomb.

He really was unlike any man I’ve ever met, even just from knowing him from one night. His hateful words didn’t match his actions, telling me I don’t matter and then making sure I was safe the whole way through the police chase. Rechecking to make sure the harness was buckled correctly umteen times, and then helping to unlatch them when I was too shaky to do it myself.

Allowing me to play my music, when he didn’t seem like the type let anyone touch his radio.

Apparently also allowing me to use his hoodie when I unknowingly fell asleep in his car.

How did I get inside anyways?

Jesus I hope he didn’t carry me, although he wasn’t nearly as vicious as his tone would portray, that didn’t mean he still wasn’t a jerk.

I threw the hoodie from on top of me and shook the thoughts of the confusing explosive man from my head.

Promising myself I’d revisit them later I stretched as I stood, wincing when the muscles pulled taught over my bones. I must have been sore from the car chase last night, my collar bones took most of the impact from the harness when I flailed around in Bakugou’s seat like a wet noodle.

He didn’t have a bar to hold on too anywhere in the car, so that left me to try and sit straight in the thick straps iron like hold on my torso.

I figured a hot shower would do the sore muscles some good, and grabbed my towel off the hook before opening the sliding door and walking down the hall.

I was just about to open the bathroom door when I heard voices, whispering but harsh with anger.

“..Mirio, how could you. She’s only eighteen! Literally, we were just supposed to show her that Japan could be her home.” I heard a thump, I assumed that was Noel throwing something at him. “Now what, huh? How are you gonna fix this one? And you better not say any more dumb shit about ‘he’s gonna help’. You saw the way he treated Camie.” Her voice was growing louder as she continued to scold Mirio.

I leaned further into the corner trying to hear better, I knew eavesdropping was bad, but they were talking about me.

“If you would just hear me out about it, he would help. You wouldn't have to worry about her. We aren’t gonna let anything happen to Little Chick.” He replied, his voice even and full of confidence.

My heart warmed at the nickname he donned me with.

“Hey guys is everything okay?” I called out from around the corner, allowing them a moment to collect themselves before I stepped out fully.

“Oh! Y/n, did we wake you? I’m so sorry honey. I was trying to let you sleep in,” She shot a livid expression back at her boyfriend before turning back to me. “Are you hungry?” She asked.

I stepped from around the corner and looked at the two who were in the kitchen, on either side of the island. Noel looked primped for the day already while she cleaned up her breakfast mess, and Mirio was sitting at the island, broad shoulders hunched over his food like a gremlin and shoving it in his mouth like someone would take it from him.

I couldn’t help myself from a giggle, especially at the thought that just minutes before Noel was reprimanding him while he looked like this. Mirio noticed and visibly changed his eating stance, sitting back taking a more respectable approach by softly placing the food in his mouth while avoiding eye contact with Noel.

I laughed harder when I saw that she held up a wooden spoon as a threat, glaring at him like a mom would her child.

“I was just going to shower but I’d love some food, so I suppose it’ll just have to wait.” I said when I finally calmed down enough to speak.

I picked up a plate and served myself some rice and eggs,taking a little of whatever sauce Noel had set out with it. Taking a seat at the island next to Mirio, I looked down at the food before me in hesitation. I wasn’t a picky eater by any means, but the choice of foods was throwing me off.

“It’s so good, just give it a try. Rice is served three times a day here so get used to honey.” Noel said while handing me a long packet, I took it without a second thought.

I understood that it'd be rude to turn down what was offered to me, but I couldn’t help but long for French toast.

“Ehem -I uh- I don’t know how to use chopsticks.” I spoke, both Mirio and Noel looked at each other and back at me.

Before they started laughing.

My face flooded with heat and embarrassment, and I forced myself to sit there and not run back to my room and hide. I hid my face in my arm before I felt the chopsticks being yanked out of my hands.

Cold metallic replaced it, and when I looked I sighed in relief. A fork, thank the lord. I started eating as quickly as I could so I didn’t have to sit with embarrassment flaming my cheeks.

“We‘ll have to work on that later Little Chick, not many places here will have forks and stuff for you to use.” Mirio said, talking around the food shoved in his mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Noel's playful scolding piped up from the sink. “So what are your plans today Y/n?” She asked me, sounding a little forced to be casual.

The tensing in her shoulders made me a little suspicious, but I chose to ignore it.

“Since I start school tomorrow, I wanted to maybe go out and explore a little, maybe find someplace where I could get a job. I was hoping maybe you and Mirio weren’t busy today, I don’t need to stay with me. Maybe just drop me off?” I explained.

I wanted to help pull my weight here. I always did at home, and sitting here all day while she had to go to work would make me feel terrible. I was using her stuff and I didn’t want to freeload.

“You don’t have to get a job Y/n, I promise we are doing just fine here. As for exploring, Mirio and I can’t make it. We’ve already promised that we’d go with the guys to the beach today,” She said as she finished up the dishes. “We were actually going to ask you if you wanted to come.”

Noel smiled at me, and as much as I wanted to make her happy, the beach was a big no from me. The sand in places I don’t want them, the sun beating on my skin, but mostly the tight swimsuits. I didn’t have a second thought about before I gave her my answer.

“I'd love to, but beaches really aren’t my thing,” I said, before pausing. “N-not that I don’t appreciate the offer! I just -uh- I really don’t like going to the beach.” I gritted my teeth, annoyed at myself. I hated how my voice stuttered when I got nervous.

“I’ll just find, like idk, a bus or something?” I continued meekly when no one said anything.

Noel and Mirio had their eyes locked on each other in some kind of silent communication, and I looked between the two, back and forth, trying to figure it out.

Finally Noel just gave a defeated huff and nodded her head at Mirio with a flick of her wrist.

“Fine.” Was all she said before grabbing Mirio’s empty plate and turning back to the sink.

My confusion grew further when Mirio stood up out of his chair and pumped his fist into the air.

“Awesome. Thank you baby, I promise you won’t regret this,” He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone and scroll through it. “I gotta make a phone call, and then I’ll be back in to get ready baby.”

He blew her a kiss before putting his phone to his ear and walking to the front door.

When it slammed shut I looked back at Noel, confusion painting my face and my food long forgotten.

“What was that all about?” I asked.

“Nothing sweetie, just some driving arrangements for you. If you still wanted to go exploring that is.” She said over her shoulder.

“Yes, thank you! I was kind of dreading trying to figure out the transport system here.” I replied honestly.

“As for a job, if you really wanted one, one of my closest friends owns a Bakery shop. Although I don’t know if that would be the best idea for you, schools in Japan are very different from the ones in the US.” She explained.

I was excited that she mentioned something about a job, but was weary, because as she said, schools were very much different. I didn’t doubt my academics though, I was always able to keep my grades almost perfect, and how hard could it be?

“I’d love that, thank you for the offer. And thank you for the food,” I slid from the stool, getting up to hand her the plate. I’d have to take note to wash dishes at dinner tonight.

“I’m gonna go get in the shower, I feel like I need a good scrub after last night's adventure,” I said while walking away.

I heard her distant ‘ok honey’ while I headed back towards my towel and the relaxing hot water calling my name.

Hopefully, today will go better than yesterday.

———————————————————————

💥Bakugou POV💥

I slammed the paint gun down on the work bench beside me. I kicked my foot forward, launching the steel toed boot into the bucket that sat on the ground in front of my work station.

I growled when it hit the concrete wall with a loud ring. My already pounding headache became that much worse when the sound rattled my brain.

I turned around to look at my half painted car that sat in the middle of the garage bay. The orange was my favorite but I couldn’t decide if I was sold on the gun metal grey I chose when I finally settled on a color. The orange accents I liked, but the color was so dull.

“Oi. You good?” I heard from a couple bays down.

Todoroki.

“Oi, shut the hell up half and half. I’m just sick of fucking painting.” I yelled back, mad that anyone was in the garage to even hear me.

It was morning and I hadn’t slept yet, skyrocketing my annoyance to the point of violence. I knew I needed sleep, but there was nothing I could do about it until this damn car was done. I had shit to do, and if I tried to drive it, even still half orange, I’d probably get a complimentary bullet straight to the forehead.

“Damn, can you two stop arguing for like five seconds.” Sero chimed in from his bay on the other side of the building.

“Maybe if you’d have painted this for me I wouldn’t be so damn pissy.” I snapped back at him, making sure my voice was loud enough for him to hear.

While I wasn’t great at painting -I’d never admit it- I was still half decent. I could paint a car and have it look fine, but no one matched Sero’s skills. He could have an old beater looking sleek with a new paint job.

My forte was more along the lines of upgrades and ‘go fast’ parts. If you wanted to go fast, I’m your go to guy. Nitrous had to be handled carefully, and no one else here had quite the gentle touch I did when it came to the explosives.

“Kaachan, maybe you should take a nap on the cot in the back.” Midoriya said next, his bay being directly across from mine, I heard him clearly.

His towering frame was crouched underneath a car mounted to the lift, and in his hands he had a torch. Most likely trying to get the VIN number off of any parts that could be traceable.

A day in the life at the chop shop.

I was about to go off on the optimistic twat when the familiar ring of phone brought me out of momentary rage.

I recognized the ringtone and immediately sighed. What did this overgrown idiot want now? I debated on not answering when my tired brain finally caught up, and I almost slapped myself.

Was Y/n alright?

The thought had me lunging and fishing through my tools I haphazardly threw on the table for my phone faster than I’d like to admit.

“Hello?” I answered when I finally found it.

“Bakugou, what’s up dude. I gots some news.” Mirio’s cheery voice filtered through the phone.

“What’re you calling me for?.” I cut straight to the point.

“Noel agreed. She was a little against it at first, but then the little chick started talking about wanting to go everywhere and do all kinds of stuff and she finally caved.” He explained.

I sighed in relief, but immediately felt myself tense when a thought occurred to me. I wouldn’t be able to go get her or start my duties as an escort until this car was done. What if she needed something up until then? Sure, I said Shinsou and Denki would take care of it, but now that I knew she was my responsibility for certain , it ground my gears that other people could potentially mess up on my behalf.

My annoyance grew with myself too when I realized I was actually relieved I’d be allowed to escort Y/n. If anything here they, and she both should be grateful I was even wasting my precious time on this. It didn’t change the fact though, that I couldn’t officially start until I got some sleep. Or that I’d be entrusting her with the two biggest idiots on our squad, simply because I couldn’t let myself allow her in a car with someone who might take too much of an interest in her.

Godamnit, I hated trusting people with things I was supposed to be responsible for.

“Ok. Well does she need anything right now?” I wanted him to say no. I was tired, and I didn’t want to deal with any of this right now. I just wanted to finish this car and go to sleep.

“Yeah actually, she was talking about wanting to go find a job. We tried to talk her out of it, but she said she felt ‘obligated’ or something.” Mirio replied.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to work out the headache behind my eyes at his statement. My annoyance, and now my anger, were rising rapidly.

“Why does she need a shitty job? Just tell her I’ll get whatever she wants. I’m her escort for fucks sake.” I said through the phone, my tone flat and exasperated.

“Oh yeah, that’ll go over just fucking great won’t it Bakugou. ‘You don’t have to worry about money at all Y/n, Bakugou will get you whatever your little heart desires with the money he makes lifting and chopping cars for a living.’,” Mirio paused, laughing loudly. “I’m sure that’ll go just as smooth as sandpaper my guy.” Mirio snorted through the phone.

“What the hell does she need a job for anyways?” I growled back in response. I was fully prepared to spend whatever I needed to get her to not go out today.

If for nothing else just so I could sleep without having to worry that shit for brains one and two didn’t mess anything up.

“Something about she wants to help Noel pay bills or for the house or whatever.” He replied, his tone uncaring and bored.

“Fine I’ll buy Noel's house then. How much?” I growled, getting fed up with this conversation.

“You can’t buy it, cause I already did. There was no way I was letting my girl struggle for anything. You better change that attitude though Bakugou, I have a feeling Y/n isn’t the type of little chick that would be impressed with you throwing your weight in money around simply because it benefits you,” He sighed, clearly understanding that I wanted no part of dealing with this. “She seems like more of a girl who values trust. I’d start there with her, instead of you know, literally buying her a house so she doesn’t leave it.” Mirio finished his rant.

I was so done with his ‘insightful’ rambling.

I rolled my eyes with a quick explanation on why he could go fuck himself, and hung up the phone.

I turned to set it down and pick the paint gun back up, while also doing a quick scan of the shop.

“Oi,” I yelled, getting everyone’s attention. “Where the hell is the dunce face and purple top?” I questioned.

“They went out on a run, they just checked in twenty minutes ago, they said they’d be back in about thirty.” Jirou yelled from under her car, banging on something I couldn’t see.

“Someone get them on the phone, I want them back in three minutes.” I commanded.

Everyone stood for a minute, but no one had the nerve to fight with me. They knew how I got when I was tired and angry.

Kirishima stepped out from behind the black Audi he was working on, phone already out and dialing. I knew without a doubt he’d back me up, and I couldn’t be happier he did what I said without causing some kind of scene unlike Midoriya's, who’s expression revealed that he might. While I didn’t match Midoriya in bulk-I was close, but the man packed on muscle like a grizzly bear-, I matched him in height, and in a fight with him, I’d win. Just like I always did.

“Shinsou said ‘I can't believe he thinks we are that slow.’” Kirishima said, clearly repeating the purple top's snarky attitude.

I scoffed, turning to grab my phone off the bench again while scenarios of how today could go wrong played through my head.

I shot the text as quick as I could, shaking my head and putting the phone back down before regretting asking Mirio for Y/n’s number.

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👄Y/n POV👄

Unknown #: This is Bakugou. Save my number. Shinsou and Kaminari will be your ride for today. I will call u later for a full report.

I stared at my phone, jaw hung open. Did I really get a text from Bakugou? And what the hell a full report? What is that supposed to mean. I tapped the screen to save his contact, before hesitating, and then cracking a smile when I typed in his name.

To AngerManagement: uhhh..hi Bakugou? who is Shinsou and Kaminari again? And what’s a full report?

I was trying to push down my smile when I got a text back almost immediately.

From AngerManagement: Just pick up the dam phone when I call u. They r on their way, they already been given orders 2 do wht evr u want so you better tell me if they dont.

I could barely contain my smile now. Orders? Hah. I wouldn’t make anyone follow my orders even if I was a queen. That would be cruel, my whims could get out of hand.

I rolled my eyes before replying back, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

To Angermanagment: i’ll be waiting on your call ☺️💕

I giggled at my use of emoji’s, hoping that beyond anything else it’d irritate the moody man. Something tells me he wouldn’t take very kindly to the sentiments insinuated by them.

I’d realized only then that he’d said they were on their way, and I was still on the bed, in nothing but a towel, staring at my phone like a goon. I threw my phone to the bed, and rushed to pull clothes out of my half unpacked suitcase, when I finally settled on some leggings and a corded knit sweater, I looked in the mirror. I threw my hair into my favorite simple style and was mid make-up application when I heard the sound that was quickly becoming familiar and hard to misplace. The deep rattle of a souped up engine, although this one didn’t sound nearly as loud. On the other hand, the music that was spilling out of the car was the loudest I’d heard yet, I could almost make out the song from wherever they were on the street, and that in itself made me start mentally preparing for the barrage of sounds I’d probably experience later.

I continued my make-up, trying to hurry, as I heard the engine cut and a knock on the door. I knew Noel and Mirio were getting ready to leave, and it made me feel bad that they had to entertain the two guys until I was done.

The sound of rapid japanese traveled up the stairs, and with it the sound of footsteps. My speed make-up came to a close with the last swipe of my mascara wand just as Noel peeked her head from around the corner.

“Well you look cute,” The blonde smirked, “Those two idiots are here by the way. I have no idea why Bakugou would send them of all people, but I guess it's better than you taking the bus. I don’t care if you make them wait, and neither does Mirio, but Shinsou can get a little testy, so it’s up to you.” Noel rambled, clearly nervous.

Probably to literally leave me in the hands of strangers. I was nervous too, but if she and Mirio trusted them then I suppose I would too.

“Another testy racer? Jesus will I ever catch a break,” I mumbled to myself. “It’s fine. I’m done anyways, let’s go.”

Following Noel down the steps, I saw them before they saw me and the dots connected. Kaminari and Shinsou were the two idiots in the lawn chairs at the race.

This was just my damn luck. They are -or at least Kaminari- the reason I’m still having heart palpitations from last night's car chase.

“...if anything happens to Little Chick in your care, I’ll hunt you down, am I understood?” Mirio was standing tall, arms crossed and looking intimidating as we caught the tail end of his never ending threats.

My heart swelled, but internally cringed.

It’s been so long since I actually had people who care about me, I was stuck somewhere in the middle of craving and appreciating the actions, but not knowing how to accept it.

“Mirio.” Noel’s stern voice cut through the tense atmosphere of the foyer.

Mirio’s face dropped in surprise and his fierce expression was replaced with an easy going one.

“Oh, hey baby, hey Little Chick. Let me introduce you, this is Shinsou Hitoshi,” Mirio pointed to the man. I didn’t get a good look at him at the race and my jaw dropped at the vibrancy of his purple hair. “And this is Kaminari Denki, he is a player so don’t talk to him unless you have to.” Mirio said, but smiled as he was talking.

“Hey man! I’m trying to make a good impression here.” Kaminari replied, almost whining as he scoffed and ran his hand through his yellow hair.

“No need, that first impression ship has long since sailed. You know, when you made me voluntarily get into a car with Mr. Anger Management.” I spat back at Kaminari, mad, and not moving until I received an apology.

On his left, Shinsou let out a laugh, while Kaminari’s face heated to an embarrassed beet red. If I didn’t know any better, it almost looked like fear flashed in his eyes before he schooled his expression.

“I uh- I’m really sorry. It was only meant to be a joke, I didn't think anything would come of it. And I get a little mischievous when I’m tipsy.” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at anything but me.

“You’re forgiven. Thank you for apologizing, I’m Y/n L/n, please, call me by my first name.” I introduced myself, to which both men spoke their hello’s to me with a courteous bow.

“Well, if introductions are done, Mirio and I have to leave, Amajiki is waiting on us. I expect you two will remember what it was that Mirio said?” Noel cut into the awkward moment, trying to get the show on the road.

“We’ll remember. We should be going too.” Shinsou spoke, his voice deeper than I imagined.

“Goodbye sweets, text or call if you need anything!” Noel kissed me on the cheek and Mirio side hugged me before waving us out the door.

“Your chariot awaits Miss Y/n.” Kaminari’s laugh echoed in the foyer as he opened the door and ushered me out.

My first thought about the newest car sitting on the curb, was that it had to be Shinsou’s. The purple color of the car matched his messy locks, and as funny as it was the black accents matched the black bags under his eyes.

I didn’t have much longer to think on the topic, only because Shinsou had the driver side door open with his seat pushed up and was waiting for me to get into the car.

It’s only a few hours Y/n. You can do this.

I huffed as I climbed into the seat in the back.

Here we go again.

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“TELL ME WHYYYYYYY-”

“AIN’T NOTHIN BUT A HEART BREAK!!”

Three hours.

I’ve had to sit in the back of Shinsou’s car and listen to their incessant caterwauling for three hours.

The only thing getting me through was the boba tea Kaminari recommended and counting down the seconds until our next stop. Finally, after they chauffeured me across Tokyo, we were pulling our way up to what was -thank fucking god- our last stop. The bakery Noel had told me about.

It was a quaint little building, attached to other quaint little buildings. A bookstore to its left and a humble tea shop to its right, an introverted heaven and I could already tell I’d love it. I was anxious to get the introductions with the woman Noel told me about done and hopefully she’d like me.

“Do you want us to come with you? Or are you okay going in yourself?” Kaminari asked from the front seat.

“I think I’ll be good, thanks though,” I began to unbuckle the harness strapping me to the seat and Shinsou got out to pull the seat out to let me out.

“If you hear the horn honk make sure you drop whatever you're doing and come back to the car, only precaution but you can never be too careful.” Shinsou said as I hopped out and began making my way to the door.

I saluted him with a smirk and opened the glass door that rang out with the cute tinkles of bells on the other side. I looked around the shop and gasped. I really was in love. It was a greenery heaven, with ivy plants climbing the brick walls and exotic ferns gracing the corners. The Pink of the cookies and cupcakes in the display looked not only delicious but complemented the color palette of the place perfectly.

“Hello, welcome to Yin’s Cakes, how can I help you?” A gentle voice rang out from behind the counter and brought me out of my jaw dropping awe.

“Oh hello! My name is Y/n, I’m actually here to talk to you,” I replied, taking the last few steps to the counter with what was hopefully a friendly smile on my face.

Yin’s expression visibly dropped, confusing me. Her eye’s became apprehensive as she looked at me and then shifted them towards the floor to ceiling windows on the other side of the room, to where Shinsou’s purple Audi sat on the other side.

She grimaced, and shifted her gaze to the floor before clearing her throat.

“Look…I don’t want anything to do whatever you and your racing buddies have going on. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” Yin said, unable to make eye contact with me from behind the counter where she stood.

“Uh..they are just my ride for today, I’m Noel L/n’s niece. I was hoping to talk to you about a job..” I drifted off, hoping she’d just hear me out.

Yin’s face heated from the neck up at the misunderstanding and she stuttered on her next words. “O-Oh! Noel’s niece? Jesus I’m so sorry, you should’ve started with that. Of course, she called me this morning. Come with me!” She waved me around the counter, and I went willingly.

“Okay so, I won’t have you fill out an application only cause I trust Noel’s word and we need help bad. We’ll get right into it, this is the kitchen and where all the magic happens! I’ll have you come in early mornings to start baking with me just so you can get the basics, and then in a few days when school starts you’ll come in in the afternoons to work those shifts. We start at four in the morning and close at five, over there is the co-owners office. She is sweet as pie, but don’t go in there if you value your life, she gets weird about it. Mmmm..let me think, I think that’s all,” She stood against the metal workbench, covered in flour with her pointer finger touching her chin. She really was pretty. “Are you okay to start in the morning?” She finished.

Man can she talk. I was trying to process everything when the door chimed once again.

“Ope! One second honey, I gotta grab this.” Yin rushed from the kitchen only to be stopped by a feminine voice, smooth as honey.

“That’s alright Yin, it’s just me,” A woman walked from around the corner and my jaw dropped. Dark silky hair tied into a flawless high ponytail. High cheekbones and sharp dark grey eyes, and a body to die for dressed in designer silk. “Oh, and who do we have here?” The woman smiled at me, and I swear my heart fluttered and skipped a beat.

“H-hi, m-my name is Y-y/n.”

Smooth, real smooth.

“Oh shit! Well what do you say Y/n, start tomorrow?” Yin asked again, clearly forgetting about our previous conversation.

“Y-yeah, t-tomorrow. Four then?” I asked again, and Yin vigorously nodded her head, her thousand watt smile borderline blinding me.

“Oh, you're our new employee? What a precious thing you are,” The woman’s soft smile was comforting and a huge contrast to Yin’s infectious enthusiasm. “I nearly forgot my manners I’m so sorry,”

“It’s nice to meet you Y/n, my name is Momo Iida. I’m the co-owner of Yin’s cakes.” Momo bowed politely as she said it.

And for the rest of my time at Yin’s Cakes, the only thing I could think of was how pretty the name Momo Iida was.

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A Hapless Endearment [Creepypasta x F. Reader]

Chapter 10 - Tag, You’re It

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Jack doesn't return for several minutes, though she can hear the sound of muffled talking from the confines of another room nearby. The words are incoherent and muffled, but considering that there's nobody else in this house that she knows of, she guesses that he's on the phone, mostly based on the fact that the only voice she can hear is Jack's. She ponders what he said to her and tucks her knees into her chest, trying to tame the steadily rising fear that's making itself more and more apparent in her chest.

She knew from the beginning of all this chaos that there had to be a deeper meaning buried beneath the surface, even though she didn't want to acknowledge it and instead opted to come up with valid explanations for everything that happened, reasons that wouldn't make her seem crazy. But now? Now, it doesn't look like she has another option but to accept it. She has to admit, Jack made some pretty reasonable points, even if the points in question take a great suspension of disbelief. How else is she supposed to explain the things that have taken place over the past several days? She didn't have a clue about what was happening and why it was happening, and now she does. But is it the honest-to-God truth?

Being stalked by some supernatural being is definitely hard to believe, but so is mentally predicting the death of one's aunt and uncle, being kidnapped by someone without eyes, and subconsciously drawing some kind of freaky symbol. She hasn't another explanation for all of the eerie occurrences lately, what else is she supposed to think? At least she's been provided with an answer—whether that answer is correct or not has yet to be solved—but it's still an answer. It's more information than she could ever get out of her grandparents or anyone else. A therapist probably wouldn't even know what's going on with her. This way, she has a theory to go off of, something to build around until she finds something more... realistic. More believable.

Her eyes flick up to Jack as he re-enters the room, being ultimately pulled from her deep thoughts and watching him stuff, what she identifies as a phone, into his pocket. He turns her direction, his uncanny oozing gaze sending goosebumps up the length of her arms. "There will be someone over here in a bit to pick you up and take you to Brian's house. She's bringing a pair of shoes with her, too."

Oh, it's a girl. Maybe I can find some common ground and convince her to let me go. Unless she's trapped here too... She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear and sits more naturally in the chair, her feet meeting the hardwood floor and her posture straightening to come across as more intimidating. Granted, she knows she isn't going to intimidate this monster of a man, but it makes her feel a little safer anyway.

"Who is she?" Her words are sharp and straight-to-the-point as she stares up at his tall frame in an attempt to seem, for the most part, fearless.

"Wisteria. Don't get your hopes up, she's almost as bad as Jeff." Releasing a huff, she rolls her eyes though chooses not to respond. "Do you want a glass—no, sorry—do you want a cup of water?" He puts great emphasis on the word 'cup', indirectly reminding her of the way she launched the glass at his head in an attempt to escape previously. It did work out in the end, she supposes, and she would have actually gotten out of this place had Jeff's hellhound for a dog not taken it upon himself to chomp down on her ankle and keep her firmly planted where she laid in the dirt until someone came to retrieve her. That 'someone' being Jeff.

"What, so you can poison me?" She mutters, crossing her arms stubbornly. "I think I'll pass."

"Did you not hear anything I just told you a few minutes ago?" He sighs, running gloved fingers through his copper-brown hair. "If I wanted to hurt you I would have done it by now." Ignoring the dryness in her throat, no doubt from lack of water, she only stares up at him with an obstinate expression, refusing to take anything that he has to offer. After a couple of moments, he too crosses his arms. "Ya know, it won't do you much good if you dehydrate and end up dying anyway."

"I'd rather dehydrate than trust you with anything." They continue to stare at each other for what feels like minutes when in reality it's only around ten seconds before Jack shakes his head in defeat.

"Fine. Suit yourself." He takes a seat on the couch, being mindful to keep a fair amount of distance between himself and Y\n, and leans back to get more comfortable. "I know this is a lot to process, but you're gonna have to get used to the fact that you can't go back home. You can't see your family again, it would be too dangerous for both yourself and them."

"Is that a threat?"

"No. It's a warning. You go back home, try to live a normal life, and you eventually snap. You'd be compelled to go to the very thing you've been trying to avoid and kill whoever got in your way. Even if that includes your family." She leers at him through skeptical e\c eyes, comprehending what he's telling her and trying to brush away the feeling of trepidation that rises within her stomach. "It's happened before. I've seen it, too many times to be proud of. It isn't a nice process."

"You're crazy if you actually think I'd kill someone, much less my own family." It's true that she has less-than-desirable parents, but there's no way that she'd ever lose herself enough to physically harm them or take their lives. She isn't a bad enough kid to do something like that, not even under the direst of circumstances. Especially if it involves her grandparents. They've shown her nothing but kindness and support, why on earth would she ever murder them? The very thought sends shivers down her spine.

"Denial is something most people express at first. But it would happen, whether you wanted it to or not." She shakes her head, furrowing her eyebrows together in objection.

"I would never."

"You say that, but you don't know what he's capable of. You don't know how much power he possesses." She averts her gaze to the ground, hugging her torso insecurely and listening to the slightly muffled words that leave Jack's mouth. "He drives you mad. It may start off subtle, maybe you'll have some bad dreams, or minor coughing fits, nothing too concerning. But it will get worse, and worse, and soon you'll be seeing things that aren't there, becoming paranoid because at every turn you feel like something's watching you, but you don't know where or by what. You'll isolate yourself, refuse to talk to anyone, become distant from your friends, your family, society as a whole. And it will continue getting worse, and worse, and worse until you're at your breaking point. You'll just want it all to stop, you'll just want it to be over. You'll be desperate. So you'll listen to him, obey his commands. He'll take you to your breaking point, all without lifting a finger."

The words leave his mouth slowly, making the situation all the more unnerving. There's a sinister kind of truth to what he says that makes an eerie fog blanket her mind in a sense of dread and impending doom. He's right. She knows he's right. There isn't definite proof, but the very tone of his voice and his serious posture tells her right then. He isn't lying. This is real. This is all real, no matter how much she may try to deny it.

Letting out a shaky sigh, she rubs her face with her hands and attempts to slow the rapid beating of her heart. One question floats to the top of all of her thoughts, and she picks it up and analyzes it for a few moments before speaking. "...Why me?" She sees him tilt his head to the side a bit, silently questioning her inquiry and asking for clarification. She happily delivers. "Why, out of seven billion people, does it want me?" She scrapes a hand through her hair in an effort to compose herself, her voice trembling. "What did I do to attract it? I'm just...I'm just a normal person. Why would it want me to do...whatever?"

He takes a few seconds to respond, stringing the words together in his head and coming up with the best possible answer. "I...I don't know." He shrugs lightly, craning his neck toward the couch beneath him. "You told me you had some family issues. He preys on the weak and vulnerable. If you've been going through stressful things, that's likely to be a big contributor to the reason he chose you."

"So you're telling me that I'm being hunted by a paranormal entity because I have garbage for parents?" She chokes down the bile threatening to rise in her throat. "How is that my fault?"

"It doesn't have to be," he simply says, shifting in his seat to better face her. "He's attracted to whoever is at a bad time in life and isn't handling it very well. If you've been stressed, he'll try to get you. It isn't always the victim's fault." Thoughts swarm her mind, though they zip by so quickly she barely has time to process each one before the next one takes its place. But one question manages to stand out above the rest, and she stares at the floor intently.

"But... but I've been going through stuff for years and I haven't had any problems like what's been happening recently until I got here." Her eyes shift up to his featureless, navy-blue mask curiously. "If it wanted me, why didn't it start before?"

"It's difficult to stalk someone and drive them insane when they're in the middle of a city," he says after a moment. "He probably knew about you before, at least to a point, but he couldn't really get to you until you were closer to where he resides." She gulps, eyes glistening with unfallen tears of dismay. "He wanted you more isolated. He can affect you easier that way."

"He's only after me, right?" Worry blooms in her chest and she leans forward absentmindedly. "My... my grandparents aren't a target, too? It's just me?"

"I doubt he'd have anything to do with two people like that, unless..." He pauses, and she presses her lips together in an anxious line.

"Unless?" Her voice holds a sense of distress. "Unless what?"

"Unless..." She can tell he's hesitant to finish his thought, though if it concerns the well-being of Nana and Pops, she won't stand for any unanswered questions. "...well, unless he wanted to use them. To manipulate you."

"How would he do that?" Now fully invested in the conversation, she tries to stabilize her breathing as she stares impatiently at Jack, desperate to get a response.

"He has different tactics. It'd be hard to say which one he'd use on you." Releasing a tremulous breath and trying to ease the nervous pit in her stomach, she clenches her fists.

"Would he hurt them?" For now, she's going to assume both of them are still alive and well, though utterly frantic over her sudden disappearance. Jack hasn't given any proof that he didn't harm them in any way, but she'd rather think about the possibility of life over the possibility of death.

"I don't know. He might."

"Well, then I have to get back to them!" She shoots up from her sitting position, causing a wave of dizziness to wash over her and nearly make her stumble to the floor, but she manages to keep her balance before that can happen. "So let me go."

"Y\n, being irrational isn't going to get you anywhere."

"I'm not being irrational!" She shoots a glare at where he still sits on the couch, starting to limp her way to the front door. "I'm being a good granddaughter. I'm not letting them get hurt." He sighs, a sound that's really beginning to get on her nerves, and slowly stands. She backs away warily in response.

"Your grandparents are fine. He likely won't even do anything that involves them because they're so far away from you now." Just how far away from them is she really?

"Where did you bring me then??"

"I can't tell you. Not yet." He eases closer to her, and she eyes the door. She isn't getting anywhere with her ankle being the way it is, and she knows it. But it's worth another try, right? She darts across the rest of the living room, but before she can even get close to grabbing the knob, a pair of strong arms wrap around her torso and pull her back. Despite her attempts at freedom, his hold doesn't even loosen.

"Let me go, Jack!"

"You already know that isn't going to happen." She lets out an exasperated groan, trying not to put pressure on her injury as she struggles fruitlessly against the tall male currently holding her back and succeeding, much to her displeasure. "You need to calm down."

"How am I supposed to 'calm down'? The only two people who actually give a crap about me are in danger!" She growls, attempting to kick him in the leg or elbow him in the gut, though he skillfully dodges each time and locks onto her tighter, remaining unphased by her actions.

"And you'll be putting them in even more danger if you go back. You heard what I said. Do you really want to hurt your own family?"

"Just shut up! I'd never do something like that. Not if my life depended on it."

"Well, it would. Y\n, you don't understand." He effortlessly spins her around to face him, her neck having to bend upward due to the large height difference between the two of them. She watches the tar-like substance as it leisurely drips from his empty sockets and down his mask before having to glance away. "Once you get to that point, he controls you. He owns you. He can make you do whatever he deems necessary to please him, and you can't stop it." She huffs, biting her bottom lip and holding back distressed tears. "Do you really want that to happen to you?"

She brings both her hands up and pushes harshly against his chest to create some kind of space between them before crossing her arms and sending him a glare, gathering the nerve to look directly into the vacant pits in his head. "I don't want any of this to happen to me," she mumbles, taking deep breaths just to stop herself from crying. "I just want to go home and be with people I love." The words leave her lips as a harsh whisper, voice cracking in the process.

"That can't happen." His tone changes from mildly irritated to sympathetic in an instant, and he takes a small step back in an effort to make her feel more comfortable. "I'm sorry."

She uses the back of her arm to wipe away a stray tear that had begun rolling down her cheek as her gaze lingers toward the hallway. She doesn't want to be anywhere near Jack, or anybody besides her grandparents. She wants out of this mess. At least she knows it isn't her fault, not completely anyway. Not that the thought soothes her very much, but it's something. "...Where's the bathroom?" It comes out as a half-hearted demand, and he answers immediately.

"First door to the right." She nods in silent gratitude and starts walking that way, ignoring the bit of pain that erupts through the bottom half of her leg as she does so. Once inside the desired room, she shuts the door behind her, flicks on the light, and tries to calm her fast, unsteady breathing and erratic heart rate. What is she supposed to do? Take Jack's word for it and stay here? Escape and try to find the way to a police station? Neither option sounds too appealing at the moment. She doesn't forget the words Jeff used before he ever so kindly walked her back to her kidnapper's house.

"Cops don't scare me. I've dealt with way, way worse than guns and tasers."

It sounded like a threat, and given the brief, though memorable, interaction with Jeff she had, it's very probable that's exactly what it was. A threat. Like he was telling her if she managed to break free and get the police involved, he'd hunt her down and wipe out everyone within his path. And it wouldn't bother him a bit. Of course it wouldn't, if he's crazy enough to supposedly carve a smile into his face, then he's crazy enough not to care in the least as he straight-up murders people.

How could somebody be so... twisted? Is it the doing of that thing, the one Jack informed her about? Or is it something totally different? Well, if she's going to be here a while, as she assumes she will be whether she likes it or not, then she'll be sure to gather as many details about the ones that live around here as she can. Maybe she can ask that girl that's supposed to be coming by with shoes, according to Jack. What's her name? Wendy? Whitney? Wanda?

No, dummy, it was a flower. She's named after a flower... Petunia? Lily? She shakes her head in disregard. That isn't even close. The bathroom is small, with a sink counter to her right, a toilet to the side of that, a tub to her left, and a slender cabinet ahead of her, right beside a window. The thought only crosses her mind briefly to use the window to escape; not only is it too high for her to properly reach without some kind of boost, but it's too small for her to even begin trying to squeeze through.

Nausea bubbles in her stomach as she thinks more and more about her hopeless situation. How does she handle this? Her whole existence just got flipped upside-down in the matter of a few hours. She doesn't know where she is, the people around her seem completely off their rocker, and her grandparents are at risk of being hurt, or possibly even killed by some other-worldly creature that she's seen a grand total of once, and that sighting was vague. What about that one time she saw that figure in the woods? The one with the white mask? Was that a hallucination, or was it real too?

She has no way of knowing for sure, and that thought alone makes her want to collapse and cry until she can't anymore about her misfortune. But she won't, not right now. Instead, she throws herself at the sink, desperate to rid herself of the foul taste filling her mouth and swallowing the vomit creeping up her throat. She turns on the faucet and welcomes the cool water that spills out, pressing her lips against it and gulping it down. She savors the pristine liquid as it slips down her throat, bringing an end to the dryness she felt in it prior and relieving her of the discomfort.

Letting out a strangled cough, she turns the faucet off and looks up, only now noticing the large piece of cloth—presumably an old sheet or blanket—covering the area where a mirror usually is placed. She lifts the corner of it up, only to find that there is, indeed, a mirror underneath, but finding herself a bit perplexed. Why would there be a sheet blocking the mirror? Did Jack do it? Does he not like to look at himself?

How would he see himself if he doesn't have eyes? She knits her eyebrows together, sniffling and licking some residual water away from her lips to stop it from dribbling down her chin. But he seems to move around just fine as if he can see where he's going. She's already established that he isn't normal, but just how not-normal is he? How does one see without eyes? Does he have some kind of sixth sense that allows him to somehow know his surroundings? If the whole 'no eyes' thing is only part of his mask, it's definitely fooled her. It looks so... so real. Just like every other aspect of him.

If he's like that, and Jeff is like that, then what do the other ones look like? She knows that there have to be others, Jack made that blatantly obvious by mentioning someone named Brian and the other named...Daisy? No, that's not it either. How much freakier is it going to get for her? Just how many more psychos has she yet to come across? She isn't too eager to find out. Jack's bad enough, and though he hasn't given her any more reason to hate him, the fact still stands that he took her from her house. Not only that, but he drugged her to do so, and before that, tricked her. Lied, right to her face, all to make her think he was trustworthy. Which he clearly is not.

She isn't sure whether to feel mad, betrayed, or a mixture of both. No, the two weren't friends, but they had talked for quite a while and she had told him things about herself that she certainly wouldn't tell some grey-skinned, eyeless thing. Is he even human? He doesn't look like one. She thought that there was a sort of bond that had sparked between the two of them during their encounter, though now she knows it was just a big, dirty trick.

She sighs through her nose, rubbing her eyes and leaning against the counter. Should she have just stayed home? Sure, she didn't really have a choice but to go to her grandparents' house while her mom and dad went wherever their work lead them, but she knows for a fact that her father in particular would have much preferred to keep her away from them. For some reason though, he had still hauled her off to a place she hasn't visited since she was eleven years old. It may have had something to do with Y\n refusing, under any circumstances, to stay at the penthouse with their absolute snob of a nanny, all alone, for God-knows how many weeks on end.

And seeing as how her mother's parents weren't an option, it was either her father's or summer camp. The last time she was at summer camp, she didn't have a very good experience, and pair that with all of the people in a hurry to make fun of her just because they're jealous of her parents' money, yeah, her grandparents were the better option by a long shot. But... if she would have just stayed home, would this have happened? Would Nana and Pops still be safe? Would she still be leading a generally boring, miserable life? Jack said himself that the creature chasing after her wouldn't be able to reach her in a populated area, like a city, and that's why he only now started attacking her. Because she was easy bait.

Is this actually her fault? Could she have avoided all of this had she just stopped being stubborn and stayed put in her home? What if Nana and Pops get killed if they aren't already? All because of her want to reach out to and see family that actually still care about her? Throwing around blame isn't going to help anything. Though that's what she tells herself, she can't help but think about it and feel guilty.

If I'm dreaming, now would be a good time to wake up. It all feels a bit too realistic to be a dream at this point, but she still clings to that little sliver of hope that this whole charade has been something her mind created while she's unconscious, and that soon she'll awake, perfectly healthy in her bed, with no giant noodle man to worry about, or crazy weirdos with masks, or strange dreams, unexplained dizzy spells and coughing fits. No whacky symbols. That would be incredible, even though she knows that really, she's never that lucky. It's all actually happening, and there's no way to escape it.

She doesn't even try to stop the tears that softly slip down her cheeks and make tiny little drip noises when they land in the porcelain bowl beneath her, only huffing in agitation and dipping her head to collect her bearings. And I thought I had a screwed-up life before...

After a few minutes, she's able to compose herself and gather enough courage to step back outside into the hallway, glancing toward the living room and catching sight of Jack on the couch, book in hand, and head craned down as if reading the words on the pages. Now how does that work? She steps forward, and at the sound of another presence nearing, he tilts his head up and meets her eyes with his soulless black pits.

She pauses under his gaze, nerves jumping with unease at his attention before she continues walking, stopping to idly lean against the wall farthest from him. "You okay?" His voice makes her flinch slightly, having not expected him to speak and break the tense silence that had built between them, though she's able to blow it off and act as if nothing happened.

"No," she says, tone harsh as she crosses her arms and drops her gaze down to the floor. "Why would I be 'okay'? This isn't exactly an everyday occurrence."

"I know, I know." He folds his book over and rests it in his lap, slanting forward slightly. "I'm not expecting you to be alright with this. Not for a while, at least." She narrows her eyes at him and presses her lips together. "I just need you to understand that this is your best option. It ensures both your safety and your family's safety."

"You just told me that my family could be used to manipulate me." Her tone is taut and her eyebrows furrow together, peering at him through resentful e\c orbs. "That doesn't sound very 'safe' to me."

"Yes, and then I said he probably won't feel the need to use them at all because you're so far away from where they live." He straightens his posture and tilts his head. "Trust me, going back would be more dangerous."

"And what if he does decide to 'use' them, huh? What then?" It takes a few infuriating moments for him to respond, and she shuffles around on her feet a bit to give him a well-aimed glare. He either doesn't notice or chooses to ignore it.

"We'll have to cross that bridge if we come to it." She opens her mouth to complain, to say something along the lines of, 'no freaking way am I standing aside and letting my grandparents become targets for some freak of nature,' but before she can there are three firm raps on the door, coming from the outside. It startles her, and she cautiously averts her gaze to the source of the sudden noise.

Jack moves the curtain to the side and glances out through the window placed directly behind the couch, seemingly checking for who could possibly be at the door. "Relax, it's alright." He stands to his feet and heads toward the wooden portal. She sends him a questioning look, and he motions outside. "Wisteria's here."

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[jawritter]

Cramps...

Request:  Hi you sweet thing! You write really amazing! Congrats on 200 followers. I wanted to make a Jensen request. Tumblr ask is too small so this ask will be in 2 parta😂 This is kinda based on my experiences. Can you make a Jensen x reader where one day reader doesn’t go on set because her periods have come. Jensen being her friend gets worried and goes to her house. When he goes he finds out that she has been vomiting. Her stomachache, body pain is too much for her to even move. So Jensen Takes her to her room. Takes care of her the entire day (tries to cheer up her mood coz too many mood swings, like movies or other stuff, you add yours here). When in the evening the pain increases a lot so he takes her to ER. It’s a normal thing but reader has to take an injection for the pain. Reader panics because she’s afraid, so Jensen stays with her the entire time. He takes her home and makes dinner. And stays the night, cuddling her even if she was on periods. don’t know if I made sense there but really reading your Jensen stories, I was tempted to read more your work! I know it’s a weird request involving periods and all. Not sure if everyone is comfortable talking about that so, Sorry for that🥺 it’s okay if you say no😅

Word Count: 2666

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Jensen x Misha.

Warnings: Period related talk, sick reader, language, fluff, Jensen being an adorable sweetheart, that’s about all.

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Please do not copy my work!! I hope you guys enjoy this one! I’m not a fan of the title, but my mind was just blank and that’s the best I could come up with after staring at the computer for 30 minutes lol. So go easy on me…

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Your POV:

Ever had one of those days that when you went to bed the night before, you just knew tomorrow was just gonna be a bitch? Well, last night when you finally get in from set you just new. Shooting in between pouring rain and in freezing temperatures with Jensen and Jared, you didn't get home until somewhere around three in the morning. Your back was killing you, you were slightly nauseous, and you couldn’t sleep. You knew what was coming, and you knew it was going to be a bad one, so you prayed for mercy from mother nature to whomever was listening, and popped a few tylenol before trying to get some sleep. You had an early call in the morning, and you knew the makeup girls would kill you if you walked into the studio looking like an extra on the walking dead…

You don’t know what time you fell asleep that night, but some time in the middle of the night, you woke up with an excruciating pain in your stomach and lower back. Getting up with a groan you stumble to the bathroom to see that your Aunt Flow had decided it was time for your monthly visit. 

“Great! Just freaking beautiful!” you yell at no one, silently hating the fact that you didn’t have a roommate to help you while you were living in Vancouver filming. 

You get into the shower, and turn the water on just as hot as you could handle it, letting it beat down on your aching lower back, relaxing your muscles a little bit while you could. Then when the water started to get cold you cleaned yourself up, and got out to change your ruined bed sheets before you got ready to go to set.

You had just thrown them in the washer when the nausea hit you like a wave and you barely made it to the bathroom before emptying your contents of your stomach. Great, it was going to be one of those. The pain that had ebbed away from the shower was starting to come back with a vengeance, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to make it in to set today.

Picking up your phone you texted Richard the news, still sitting down on the bathroom floor by the toilet. It was going to be a long five to seven days, and it was just getting started..

Jensen’s POV:

It was still cold out as Jensen made his way from the makeup trailer to set, but at least the rain had stopped and the sun was out. That did seem to help some, but the wind was still a bitter cold, too cold for a Texan’s liking, no matter how long he’d been in Vancouver filming he never got used to the cold. 

Rounding the corner to the main part of the bunker set where they were going to be filming today, he noticed immediately things hand changed up, and no one had bothered to tell him. Misha and Alex stood in full costume, looking over their scripts, and Jared was talking to a cameraguy in full Sam gear. This wasn’t right, It was supposed to be just Y/N and his coverage today? Why had they changed everything up? 

Walking up to Misha and Alex he didn’t even both really with a greeting. He was to annoyed that things had changed yet again, and more than a little concerned as to why Y/N wasn’t here on set. Normally she was here about thirty minutes early to run her lines before they filmed their coverage with him?

“Why are you guys here? It’s supposed to be just Y/N and my coverage today?” he asked, coming face to face with Misha. Misha just shrugged. 

“Y/N text and said she was sick and couldn’t come in to work today, so they decided just to film everything that she’s not in and then do her coverage Monday.”

“Sick? What do you mean she’s sick? Did she say what’s wrong with her? Is she okay?”

Misha looked at Jensen like he’d grown a second head. The sudden concern making him furrow his brows as he looked at Jensen, who was obviously flustered over the fact that Y/N was sick. 

“I don’t know, she didn’t text me, I just know what I was told. She was well enough to text so I’m sure she’s just fine. Why Jens? What’s the issue? You’re off the hook for the whole day I think. Go home and go back to bed. You guys were really late filming last night and Y/N is probably just tired. Take a page from her book and go home. Take a break for once.”

Jensne took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, trying to pinch away the impending tension headache. 

He had been harboring feelings for Y/N for months. Well, ever since the first time he’d laid eyes on her really. He knew her better than she’d probably known herself.

He knew how she took her coffee in the mornings. The way she chewed on her lower lip when she was stressed, or couldn’t remember her lines. The way she shifted her weight on her feet when she had almost had enough of his and Jared’s shit when they were messing with her. 

He knew that she always took a shower before work because in the mornings when they were getting ready to go to set that’s when her shampoo smelled the strongest to him, and he loved every minute of it.

He knew what she prefered for lunch everyday at the food tent before she even got there, and most of the time he had her plate already made and ready for her. 

He knew when she was trying to hide the fact that something was bothering her by the tone in her voice. He knew EVERYTHING about her, and he knew that she didn’t just call in sick to work. Hell, the girl came to work with the damn flu. Sickness didn’t usually stop her.

He couldn’t help but feeling a pit in his stomach that screamed there was something horribly wrong, and he had to go and check on her, and he didn’t care how sick she was, he wouldn’t rest until she felt better. No matter what was wrong, he’d be there. 

Your’s POV:

This was one of the worst periods you had ever had in your life, the pain was almost unbearable. The cramps felt like they were going to rip you apart from the inside out, you couldn’t stop vomiting, and the slightest movement on your part as far as getting off the bathroom floor did nothing but cause more cramping, and more nausea. So you dozed on and off between spurts of pain with your head leaned against the tub, silently wishing you could at least get a pillow. 

You thought you heard someone knocking on your door, but you figured it was just some idiot trying to sell something, so you just ignore it in your sleepy daze. That is until you smelled the distinct smell that was Jensen’s cologne. You'd have known it anywhere, even if you were clinically dead. 

Opening your eyes you saw Jensen sink down to the bathroom floor next to you, slipping the hair away from your face that had fallen out of the half assed attempt at a messy bun you’d done getting out of the shower. 

“Goodness Sweetheart, you look like you feel terrible,” he said, his deep rumble soft, and his eyes concerned. You should have known he’d be worried when you called into work, but you didn’t think he’d actually show up at your apartment just  to check on you. If you were being honest it made your heart swell just a little that he cared that much.

“Yea, be glad you were born a man, Jay,” you tell him, trying to set up but a wave of nausea crashed into you from the movement, and you leaned over the toilet drying heaving, your arm trying to grip your stomach against the assaultingcramps, feeling more than a little embarrassed that Jensen had to witness this. 

“Let me take you to the hospital Y/N,” he said, his warm hand rubbing up and down your back in soothing circles. You shook your head as you leaned back more slowly this time. 

“No Jay, it’s not use, this is totally normal for me. There’s really nothing they can do for me. It will pass.” 

Jensen narrowed his eyes at you. His adorable eye crinkles showing. If you weren't so sick you probably would have smiled at the concern he showed on his face. 

“They can give you something for pain and nausea...” 

Throwing up your hand to stop him before he got himself to work up.

“That means shots Jay, and you know how I feel about needles.”

Standing to his feet he walked out of the room for a moment, and you thought that maybe you’d pissed him off and he was leaving, but he returned before you had time to worry too much, minus his jacket. Bending down he scooped you up carefully into his strong arms and held you tight to his chest as he carried you through your apartment. 

Laying you down on the bed that had been turned down, he carefully pulled the covers over you tucking you in. 

“Well, you’re stuck with me then until you feel like yourself again,” Jensen said, moving over to the other side of the bed, and crawling in on top of the cover next to you, grabbing the remote to your TV on the way.

“Friends marathon?” he asked you, as he pulled you into his side, letting you lay your head on his shoulder and snuggle against him. “I heard you and one of the PA’s talking about it yesterday,” he said with a shy smile when you looked up at him a little amused. 

“Jensen, you don’t want to watch friends we don’t have too,” you told him, poking him in the ribs playfully and enjoying the way he deep chuck vibrated through his whole body.

“Hey, I like Friends. Joey’s my boy ” he said as he settled next to you, turning Friends on before laying his large hand over your lower stomach. The warmth from his hand soothing the assaulting cramps a little and you melted into him. 

“This okay?” he asked you, watching closely for any sign that he was making you uncomfortable.

“No, this is perfect. You're amazing, Jay. You’re gonna make an amazing husband some day,” you tell him, your eyelids getting heavier be the second, finally relaxing just enough to doze off as you felt his lips graze your hair. 

The two of you lay there most of the day watching Friends and cuddling. You couldn’t believe what a sweetheart Jensen was being to you, most men seemed to be grossed out by periods, but Jensen didn’t seem bothered at all. 

The only problem was that the cramps and nausea were getting worse. You’d thrown up two more times, and the pain in your stomach was enough to make you want to cry.

The worse your symptoms got, the more worried Jensen got. Finally pleading with you until you’d agreed to let him bring you to the ER. That’s where you found yourself now, laying curled on an uncomfortable ER bed, with Jensen holding your hand and running his fingers through your hair. 

“I’m sure they can give you something to make you feel better, Sweetheart,” he said. You could tell he was anxious about the amount of pain you were in, even though you’d told him repeatedly that this was normal for you. 

A few minutes later the doctor came in and confirmed what you’d said. It was completely normal, possibly a little overly hormonal induced period system for some women. Pain and nausea were just part of it, but he did say that he wanted to give you a shot to help with the pain and nausea. At which point you started to cry like a little six year old as soon as the doctor walked out of the room to get the charge nurse to give you the shot, and he did your release paperwork.

Jensen squeezed his large frame in the bed next to yours, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, letting your cry into his shirt. He lay there shushing you, running his hands through your hair again and repeatedly kissing your forehead, which thanks to your hormones made you even more emotional and more weepy. 

“It’s gonna be okay, Sweetheart. Just a little shot, you probably won’t even really feel it, then we can go home and you won’t be in pain anymore. We can cuddle, I’ll make dinner for the two of us, and we can finish our Friends marathon. Or whatever you want to watch. It’s almost over.”

“I hate needles, Jay,” you mumble against him getting more and more upset be the second.

“Hey, hey, pretty girl, I’m right here holding you, it’s gonna be okay. Just hold on to me as tight as you can.” You can hear the nurse behind you, getting everything ready. You hid your face more into his shirt and his arms wrapped around you tighter.

“Okay sweetheart, just a little stick and you can go home,” the nurse said, cleaning the spot with an alcohol pad over that she was going to put the shot. You were shaking, and you felt Jensen lift your head up to look at him, his green eyes that had really no color name searched yours. 

It worked. He officially distracted you with just a look. Jensen was always able to do that. 

“Okay Hun, your finished! You can go as soon as you sign these papers,” she said, and you looked at her completely shocked that she had already done it.

“See, as long as you’re with me, nothing can hurt you,” Jensen said, kissing the top of your head for what seemed like the thousandth time, making your heart flutter in your chest. 

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Less than an hour later you seemed to actually be feeling better and were even walking around on your own. The doctor had given you something for pain and nausea to do you through the rest of your cycle, that much you were thankful for.

“Okay baby girl, you go get in the bed, and get yourself comfortable, I’m going to start on fixing us something to eat,” Jensen said, refusing to let you into the kitchen.

“Jensen, you don’t have to do all that, we can just order takeout.” 

Jensen laughed at you. “Baby, I’m not going to make you eat takeout, you've been sick all day and you need a home-cooked meal. You settle your little self in that room let me take care of you.”

You kissed him on the check and you could have sworn you saw him blush. 

You did as you were told, getting into bed and waiting for Jensen to come in with his meal, reading through some of your emails and things while you waited. When he entered the room he had a tray of food piled high with all your favorites. You sat there with your mouth hanging open. 

“Jay! OMG!! Please tell me some of that’s yours,” you tell him, looking at the feast he’d brought you.

“Hell yeah some of it’s mine,” he said with a wink as you started to dig in, and he made himself comfortable doing the same.

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Waking up the next morning you felt Jensen’s arm wrapped protectively around you. Rolling over so as to not wake him up you looked at his perfect sleeping figure. He’d stayed all night with you, holding you, making sure you were comfortable, not letting you do anything for yourself and waiting on your hand and foot, treating you like a queen. 

Running your hand through his soft hair lightly Jensen hummed in his sleep at you. You took in his beautiful features. His strong jaw, perfect dusting of freckles over his nose and cheeks. The man was gorgeous.

All your life you’d searched and hoped for someone like him to stumble into it, and you never realized what was right there in front of you. Watching Jensen sleep next to you this morning though, after all he’d done for you yesterday, you decided maybe there was such a thing as happy endings after all, and maybe, just maybe, yours was laying right here next to you.

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So Oblivious

Paring: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: Fake fiance au

Words: 6654

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“Seonghwa I need you to pretend to be my fiancé for the weekend.” Was the words that left your mouth as you burst through the door of your best friends apartment. 

Seonghwa paused his walking to the couch, turning to you with a bewildered expression, “You need me to do what.”

“I need you-” you sighed, beginning to pace back and forth in front of the door, “to pretend to be my fiance for the weekend.”

“I… sure I guess-”

“In front of my parents and most of my extended family-”

“Y/n, what the fuck!” Seonghwa’s eyes widened to the size of the plate he was holding at your words, “What the hell did you get yourself into!?”

“Okay so look,” You started running your hands down your face as Seonghwa took a seat on the arm of the couch, watching as you continued to pace. “My parents and my grandmother and all of them were pissing me off and continuously telling me how I was gonna be alone forever and how I can never get a significant other and how i’m just gonna be by myself all the time; and I got really pissed off- this is every time I see them by the way- and I slipped that stupid fucking ring i had on my index onto my ring finger and said I had a fiance! And I followed it up by saying they would meet them this weekend! At the family reunion! God dammit Seonghwa I’m so fucking stupid and I need your help to not embarass myself!”

Seonghwa took it all in with a blank look and a bite of chip, allowing the room to fall into a thick silence. “Well, to start, you’re an idiot Y/n.”

“Thank you for that lovely statement Seonghwa.”

“And to end, I wouldn’t be a cheap ass fiance. We have to get you a better ring.” He took another bite of chip with a smirk, “Can’t go around with something fake.”

“That’s seriously all you have to say about this!”

“What? I said yes, isn’t that enough?” He snorted and stood up, setting the plate on a counter and coming up to press his hands down on your shoulders. “I think I’m going to have a lot of fun showing off my gorgeous looks to your grandparents. How many of your cousins do you think I’ll make jealous-”

“I hate you.” You chuckled, relieved that he wasn’t angry about this whole ordeal and instead was taking it in a positive way. You were thankful he was ready to help you with a situation you never wanted to be in. 

“What? That’s not something you say to your fiance.” He grinned and you nearly regretted asking him to play your fake fiance. Hongjoong or Yunho would have been all for it as well, but it wouldn’t feel as natural. He squeezed your shoulders lightly and chuckled, “Now come on, we have to go get rings. I’m thinking you should get a sapphire? Something colorful. Maybe even a nice ruby- no diamonds though too basic.”

That is how you ended up standing outside the large cabin your family had rented out for a weekend, a bag slung over your shoulder, nerves wracking your body, your best friend standing besides you with a smile on his and a sapphire ring on his finger that matched your own. You were praying to anything that would listen that this weekend would work out fine. 

“So, how large is your family?” Seonghwa asked as he eyed the large estate and the children running around the front lawn. 

“I honestly don’t know, my mom has five sisters and all of them have kids… and some of their kids have kids. I think my grandmother has three sisters and two brothers… so just know, a lot of people.” You answered trying to mentally count your family members as you began to trek across the lawn, ignoring the stares from the children playing volleyball.

Seonghwa was the opposite, he smiled at them, winked and laughed at the children who could only stare, “So do you not like your family?”

“No it’s not that,” You mumbled as you took a step onto the porch, eyes glued to the wooden door. “I like them in short periods of time. Not a whole weekend… and I definitely don’t like being around them when I’ve got something to hide.”

Seonghwa chuckled, and wrapped an arm around your shoulder leaning his head close to yours, “It’ll be fine don’t worry, and besides; I’m a great actor you don’t have to worry.”

“That’s exactly what I’m terrified fo-”

“Ah Y/n!” The door swung open to reveal the initial interaction you feared the most, your mother. “I’m so glad you could make it-” her words faltered as she took notice of Seonghwa, his prince like smile already plastered on his face. He truly was a good actor and the impressed look your mother shot you only added to that fact, “And you must be Y/n’s fiance?”

“I am,” Seonghwa nodded and held out his hand for your mother to shake, “My name is Seonghwa, it’s nice to meet you ma’am.”

“It’s a pleasure, Seonghwa.” Your mother nodded her head and opened the door wider, “Now the two of you come in; your cousins have been asking about your fiance Y/n.”

“How lovely.” You tightly smiled and didn’t miss Seonghwa’s snort as the two of you stepped into the house; taking note of the rambunctious talking and the rooms filled with various relatives. Seonghwa barely looked startled by it all; and only looked mildly amused as you walked into the living room garnering the attention of your relatives in the room.

“Y/n is here!” Your mother announced as the pair of you walked into the room and a large smile spread across her face. “And she’s brought Seonghwa.”

“Seonghwa?” Your cousin, Soyeon, asked with a raised eyebrow. She was easily one of the few you actually enjoyed. 

“My fiance.” You answered curtly and it was if the whole room exploded. Everyone’s eyes got wide and an uproar was sparked, people yelling numerous questions and you and Seonghwa smiling awkwardly in answer. 

“Didn’t think he would be so hot,” Seungkwan, another cousin of yours, scoffed as he ate curled up in his spot in the recliner. 

Soyeon promptly responded by throwing a couch cushion at him, “Yah! Be nice!”

“I am being nice! I said he was hot!”

“That’s a backhanded compliment you dipshit!”

You could only shake your head as they began their fighting, a common occurrence during family reunions. If there was yelling, it was usually those two. Seonghwa seemed to be enjoying it though, “Is it always like this?”

“Yeah,” You muttered watching as Seungkwan dropped his plate due to another pillow, “Usually it’s worse.”

“At least he called me hot.” You shoved his face away from yours at that statement. 

“Mom?” You tugged gently on her sleeve to get her attention amongst the yelling, “We want to go put our stuff away before we go do anything. Where are we staying?”

“Oh up the stairs and the first door on the right! Can’t miss it your aunt labeled everyone's doors. Just be back down in time for dinner! It’ll be ready in twenty minutes!” You nodded and pulled Seonghwa away, for he was too engrossed in the insults being thrown violently between the two cousins to notice. 

You trudged up the stairs in silence, taking note of the rickety wood and the picture frames holding photos of the countryside. Your heart was still racing from the whole ordeal and you couldn’t seem to keep your nerves under control. Hopefully your family wouldn’t notice your odd behavior. 

“She wasn’t lying about the labeling,” Seonghwa scoffed, picking at the small card that read Y/n and fiance in big lettering. “Your family is really something.”

“Tell me about it,” you sighed, pushing open the door to be met with a large room with little decor. One desk, two nightstands, a drawer, and a single bed against brown walls. You groaned internally knowing what the night would entail. “Soyeon and Seungkwan are the best of the cousins…. They’re just annoying. My moms just eccentric and so are all my aunts-” You threw your duffle bag on the bed with a huff, “And I don’t think you’ll want to meet my father yet.”

“And why is that?” He asked, setting his bag down next to yours and beginning to take out the contents. 

“He’s stoic… hard to talk to and I honestly don’t think he likes anyone.” You rambled, folding and unfolding the clothes in your bag. “He’s the one I’m nervous for you to meet- i feel like something is going to go wrong -nothing that’ll be your fault really- and then things will just get crazy-”

Seonghwa sighed and wrapped you up in his arms before your could protest. His arms wrapped around your shoulders in the most comforting way, and you felt yourself relax as you listened to his soft breathing against your ear. Hesitantly, your wrapped your arms around his middle and began to find it impossible to let go, even more so as he began to speak lightly. “You need to take a deep breath, Y/n. I know you're terrified, god your rambling tells me everything- but you really don’t need to worry. I came here because I wanted to, I wanted to help you out and I wanted to meet your family. You don’t need to treat me like your fiance; I can tell it's making you panic- just treat me like how you always do.”

“Like you’re an asshole who’s sweet to me sometimes?” You muttered, closing your eyes and taking in the comfort of being trapped in his arms. Despite all this panic, he always had some sort of calming effect on you. 

He laughed and you could feel his breath against your ear, “Yeah sure, I was thinking along the lines as your handsome and sweet best friend… but i guess asshole works too.”

You nodded against him, a small smile beginning to blossom on your features, “I… I can do that.”

“No need to panic over this, love.” He said softly, pressing a chaste kiss to your head. An action he had done too many times to count, something that always made you feel comforted, now felt off; as if a new meaning had been added to it. You just hugged him a little tighter, hating the way this whole trip was already hurting your head. 

“Let’s just unpack,” You said, loosening your grip ever so slightly, “That way we can go get dinner faster. Maybe my head just hurts cause I’m hungry.”

Seonghwa scoffed and let go of you, just enough so that he could tap the middle of your forehead with his finger, “That’s probably it you fatass.”

And the sweet moment was ruined just like that; but being around Seonghwa felt more real after. 

While dinner was something you were dreading the thought of food was too alluring for you to miss. The estate was far away from the city you and Seonghwa called home, and after hours of driving, all you wanted was some warm food and a nice glass of anything. Hopefully your grandmother had made some of the food, you began to feel the effects of the reunion; the longing for something that reminded you of your childhood. 

“I see your not panicking this time?” Seonghwa asked as he slid a sweatshirt over his head, not enjoying the cold that the house brought. 

“I’m too hungry to care.” 

His laughter rang out as you opened the room’s door, stepping into the vacant hallway. You thought more of your relatives would be bustling about. Seonghwa just shook his head at your antics and with an uncommon gentleness, threaded your fingers together. “You and your food.”

You frowned at his gesture, especially as you felt yourself grow exceptionally weak at something so simple. “What this?”

“Oh this?” He smirked, holding up your interlocked fingers as you set off for the stairs, “I figured that since I’m your fiance I get to do things like this.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t have the heart to break your hand away from his, “Fine… but not too much.”

“Are you sure? I’m nearly one-hundred percent Soyeon and Seungkwan would love to see me-” You pushed your free hand against his face, promptly stopping his words and instead making him laugh. 

“Seonghwa shut up.” You scowled but it didn’t last for long. Instead your scowl was replaced by a bashful expression as Seonghwa pressed the back of your hand to his lips, chuckling gently against your skin. 

“Whatever you say love.”

The dining room was deemed too small by your family for dinner. Instead they had taken it amongst themselves to set up numerous tables and lights outside so you all could eat together. Thankfully they were merciful enough not to make a seating chart. Seonghwa and you quietly took a table that was empty on the edge of the area, watching as children still ran around and the older adults set up. It also allowed you to look over Seonghwa who, for the first time since this whole endeavor began, looked nervous. You could always tell by the way he bobbed his knee up and down and how he chewed anxiously on his lips; he always had that look any night before an exam. 

“Are you nervous Mr. “I’m never nervous what are you talking about”?” You asked with a smile, finding yourself rubbing your thumb across the back of his hand. 

“I’m never nervous.”

“Your heart is literally racing, I can feel it.”

Seonghwa let out a small defeated sigh, “Okay fine, maybe I’m a little nervous. Your words about your father kinda are stuck in my head.”

“You don’t need to make friends with him-”

“Y/n, I want to.” Seonghwa said, leaning back in his seat and turning to face you, "I want to leave a good impression on him.”

The honest words took your breath away and you were more than thankful for Soyeon’s and Seungkwan’s interruption. You didn’t know what kind of rambling  would have happened otherwise. 

“And he’s still hot in a sweatshirt!” Seungkwan announced as he slid into the seat in front of the two of you, two plates of food in his hands. “You’ve gotten lucky, dear Y/n.”

“Oh shut up Seungkwan,” Soyeon huffed from behind you, setting down a plate before both you and Seonghwa. “You’re probably making the poor boy awkward.”

“Hey,” Seonghwa chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair, “I’ll take the compliments when I can get them.” 

“Which I assume is all the time-” Soyeon smacked Seungkwan in his back before his words could become too much. The boy just rolled his eyes and began to feast on the plate before him, sliding his second one to Soyeon.

“Please, don’t mind him. He’s an idiot, you see-”

“I am not!”

“Anyways,” Soyeon started, playing with a piece of meat on her plate as you reached to grab your utensils. “What we’re trying to get at is, it’s nice seeing you with someone. I mean this honestly, and not in the way my mom or our aunts do; its nice seeing you with someone who makes you happy.”

“Thank you…” You said and couldn’t help the little smile that rose to your face at her words, “I didn’t expect something so sweet from you.”

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t get used to it,” She popped a piece of kimchi in her mouth, “Now I want all the details. You nearly killed grandma with the news last week.”

“I did not,” You huffed which caused Seonghwa to chuckle. “I was going to tell everyone this weekend… just then everyone had to go and start making jokes about my love life again.”

“We only did it cause we honestly thought you weren’t in a relationship.” Seungkwan added, pointing his fork at the two of you. “So what’s the story? How you two met? The proposal? What the hell you do my man?”

Seonghwa could only chuckle out a reply, one that you couldn’t have thought up as you brain seemed to go into meltdown mode, “College. My dorm mate was dating Y/n’s and we met because he was constantly kicking me out. I, uh, went over a complained to Y/n’s dorm mate and woke Y/n up… that’s how we met.” That was actually how you and Seonghwa met and it made you smile slightly, knowing he was just retelling the truth for a lie. If it wasn’t for Yunho and his wild freshman year love life, you and Seonghwa probably would never had met. 

“Spicy,” Seungkwan nodded along, “That's a good meeting story. Better than our parent’s “Our friend introduced us!”.” 

“Don’t mock my love life Seungkwan when you don’t have one,” Your mother’s voice put a pause in the conversation as everyone but Seungkwan erupted into laughter. 

“Oh my gosh, don’t expose me like that!”

“You were being mean,” Your mom shrugged before putting her hands on Seonghwa’s shoulders. “I’m so sorry to ask this of you Seonghwa, but Y/n said you were a good cook and we need an extra hand in the kitchen if you don’t mind. It’ll only be for a few minutes.”

You could tell Seonghwa was internally panicking by the way his hand clamped tightly around your own, but the only thing that showed on his face was a small smile. “Of course.”

He let go of your hand and rose from his seat, turning to follow your mother but not before placing a kiss to the crown of your head, “Wish me luck.”

“You’re gonna need it,” You whispered back encouragingly, knowing exactly why your mother was pulling him away. It didn't matter what kind of excuse she came up with to separate the two of you, it was bound to happen whether you wanted it to or not. 

“Well there goes another one,” Soyeon huffed, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat. “You know our whole family is going to be in there interrogating him.”

“Yeah… I told him to watch out for my father, I didn’t say anything about grandpa or our aunts. I didn’t want to entirely petrify him.” You said, watching as Seonghwa light-heartedly conversed with your mother before they walked into the house and you began a silent prayer for him. As much as you told him he didn’t need to leave a good impression; a part of you really wanted your family to like him. 

“Smart. My mom is probably gonna ask for his whole life story while he helps her with the kimchi.” Seungkwan snorted as stood up, picking up his cleaned plate. “I’m gonna go spy on them, I’m a nosy bitch and so far there hasn’t been enough gossip here. I’ll let you know what I find out.”

“Honestly though?” Soyeon said as Seungkwan walked away, her eyes still stuck to the door, “I think Seonghwa will be fine.”

“You think?” You said as you began to nibble at the food on your plate, sorry for Seonghwa who had to leave his.

“Yeah. Your mom absolutely loves him from like the three words he spoke to her, and grandma saw him when you went up to your room and gasped. I’ve never seen grandma gasp at one of our other cousin’s fiance’s so that’s a good sign I guess.” Soyeon shrugged and chuckled to herself, “I think he’s really a keeper for you, Y/n, and I think the whole family knows that even if they’ve never met him.”

The words sparked something inside you, making you feel like you were on fire and freezing all at once. “Why would you say that?”

“God you’re always so oblivious,” She shook her head but smiled, “He… He looks at you like you’re his whole world, Y/n. It’s cute.”

You felt your heart pound a little harder against your ribcage at the words, and for some reason, you couldn’t stop the smile on your face. In the back of your mind you were telling yourself that this was all Seonghwa and his “acting” but something in your heart didn’t want to listen. “I never noticed.”

“Like I said, oblivious.” She huffed away a strand of hair that had fallen in her vision, “But if it makes you feel any better; I don’t think he notices the way your eyes are literally hearts when you look at him.”

“They are not!” You pouted with a shocked expression, causing her to only laugh more. There was no way you looked at Seonghwa like that. Sure, he was one of your favorite people in the world, your best friend; but you didn’t look at him like he was your world… you didn’t think you did.

“Doesn’t matter what you think, because it’s true.” Soyeon said, eyes glued back to the door waiting for either Seungkwan or Seonghwa to come through it. “You can tell you really love each other.”

It was that moment that you wanted to tell Soyeon everything; about how it was all fake, the fiance, the love talk, you and Seonghwa being together; but again something stopped you. Maybe it was some want in you that you didn’t know. Whatever it was, it made your stomach sink as you began to think of your best friend in the way Soyeon saw the two of you. In the way your whole family saw you. Maybe the thought sparked something inside you once again, making you wonder if you really asked Seonghwa to play the part because he was your best friend or because maybe you wanted something more. 

“Oh look, lover boy is back- oh! And he has a smile on his face!” Soyeon grinned and you looked up from your food to see that she was right; Seonghwa was coming back with a proud smile on his face and a skip in his step. None of the other fiance’s who had been interrogated came back looking like that. 

“What’s got you so chipper?” You laughed slightly as he took his spot besides you, hungrily picking up his knife and fork. 

“I-” he paused to take a bite of meat, “Think I just wowed the fuck out of your family.”

“Oh do tell,” You said, taking note of the way his eyes lit up, Soyeon’s words ringing in the back of your head.

“Well your grandmother? Easily won over with my dashingly good looks and amazing cooking skills-” He winked and you gagged, but Soyeon seemed to be enjoying it. “Your mom? Lovely woman, didn’t need to do anything special and I really enjoyed her- same goes for most of your aunts. Your grandpa was a bit uh.... Harsh but warmed up to me after he saw me talking to his wife.”

“She’s his weak point,” Soyeon added, “You get her to like you, he’ll love you by default.”

Seonghwa nodded with a chuckle, “I helped her reach something on the top shelf and his coldness just disappeared.”

You nodded along but still there was one person’s reaction that was worrying you, “What...what about my dad?”

Seonghwa’s smile brightened after this, “He likes me. At least, that’s what your mom told me. She said, quote, “He looks angry but you made him laugh, so he likes you”.”

“You made him laugh!?” Both you and Soyeon exclaimed at the same time, eyes wide and both of you rightfully were suspicious. 

“Is that not something that happens?”

“The last time he laughed was when Seungkwan fell down the stairs… did you like stab yourself with a knife or something?” Soyeon asked with a raised eyebrow and you nodded, perplexed how Seonghwa could make the most stoic man on the planet laugh.

“I just..” He shrugged and chuckled, “i just made jokes… some puns and just like talking to your family members. He only questioned me a couple times but it was like the stereotypical dad questions.”

“I can confirm,” Seungkwan said coming back to stand at the head of the table. “It was weird. Your dad like.. Dude he smiled and everything!”

You felt a small sense of pride well up in your chest, “Well, it’s nice to know he likes someone.”

“Consider yourself lucky, Seonghwa,” Seungkwan huffed, crossing his arms, “I’ve been trying for more than twenty years to try and get that man to like me.”

Seonghwa laughed and with his free hand, quietly interlocked your fingers under the table and gave your hand a squeeze. “I’ll consider myself blessed than.”

You smiled again despite your brain and chuckled, taking a second to squeeze his hand back. There was a part of you that felt happy, much too happy for something small, but you couldn’t care. You were just glad that your family loved your best friend, like you did.

The thought made you pause, blocking out Soyeon’s, Seonghwa’s, and Seungkwan’s laughter and boisterous talking. You did love Seonghwa, he was someone who you had grown to depend on and someone who genuinely made you laugh; but did you love him or did you just love him. The panic from earlier seemed to seize your emotions but then again, like earlier, there was a part of you that just wanted to hold him a little tighter. 

Instead of doing anything, you just let your emotions rise up and down like the laughter that night. 

The night was full of you and your relatives talking and being joyous. One by one they all came by and talked to you and Seonghwa, congratulating you on your engagement and trying to learn all they could about the man. Seonghwa was a good sport about it all, he smiled and joked and made very lasting impressions on the children who curiously crawled into his lap. You were elated to find how easily he was absorbed into your family, how easily some of the people who were cold to you for years warmed up to him so easily. 

“I really like your family, Y/n.” He said as the only aunt he hadn’t met yet left the two of you be. It was quiet between the two of you now, as you stood on the outskirts of the dinning area, watching your family drink and be merry. 

You chuckled a little, remembering the way your relatives swooned around him, “They seem to like you too.”

Seonghwa just shook his head and put his arm around you, resting his head against your own. “It’s cause I’m charming.”

“Is that the story you created for why I fell for you?”

His breathy laugh was warm against your head in the cold night, “I think I threw it in one of the stories tonight. I’ve made up so much shit tonight I can’t remember.”

“My favorite story was the one of you crying when you asked me out.”

“You made that one up!” Seonghwa rolled his eyes as the two of you began to walk towards the house, watching as others began to disappear inside for the night. “You just wanted to ruin my reputation I was building with Byeonkwan.”

“You can’t have a better reputation than me!” You complained, tugging on the end of his sleeve in protest, “This is my family not yours!”

“Well it seems like I’m more liked-”

“Aye lovebirds!” Soyeon’s voice, a little wavered, called from her spot in the circle of adults, “Where are you going?”

You looked up to Seonghwa and he gave you a little nod, his eyes tired from the day. “We’re going to bed. It’s been a long day!”

“Don’t do anything that’ll keep the kids up!” Seungkwan called back, receiving a prompt smack on the back of the head from both your father and Soyeon. 

You could feel the blush rise to your cheeks but all you did was shake your head in annoyance. You could always count on Seungkwan for an untimely awful joke. Seonghwa didn’t have much of a reaction beside an awkward laugh as he steered you back towards the door. A small scoff came from your lips as you hit your head lightly against Seonghwa’s chest, feeling much more comfortable with any form of contact after tonight. “I hate my cousins.”

“Those two are my favorite,” He pulled open the door for you to walk through and you two continued towards the stairs “I can see why you love them so much.”

“I was actually going to bring Seungkwan by one day when he was in town to meet you but I decided against it.” You stated as you opened the door to your room, walking through and realizing a problem.

“You should’ve, I think he’s fun…” Seonghwa trailed off as he came around to notice your pouted lips and thoughtful yet panicked expression. “Hey, what's wrong?”

“Uh it’s… there’s only one bed.” You muttered and he cocked his head to the side in confusion.

“What?”

“There’s only one bed,” You said a little louder with a sigh as you walked over to get out the pajamas you had laid out before dinner. 

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Seonghwa scoffed as he grabbed his own clothes, going to sit on the bed as you walked towards the bathroom. 

“Yeah… I just… It’s you know-” You stumbled trying your best to find the words that you wanted to.

Seonghwa just chuckled and smiled, “I’ll sleep on the floor, it’s okay Y/n.”

“No you’re not going to sleep on the floor just-” You ran your hand over your face and leaned against the bathroom door’s frame. “Just you’re not sleeping on the floor.”

With that you closed the door and started to get ready for bed, trying to think things through with a racing heart. You don’t know why the thought of sharing a bed with Seonghwa evoked emotions within you. Why a slight panic filled your system at just the thought. He was just your best friend who was faking being you fiance who made you feel funny; nothing you should be terrified of. You sighed at yourself in the mirror, dressed in your pajamas and a tiredness in your eyes. You couldn’t just let Seonghwa sleep on the ground. 

“Seonghwa?” you called quietly as you slipped out of the bathroom into the completely dark room. There was a mound of blankets on the ground and you swear you saw it move slightly. It made you frown seeing how Seonghwa would go through any lengths just to make you feel comfortable. 

“Yeah, Y/n.” His voice was tired and hoarse, like the day was finally taking a toll on him. 

You climbed on top of the bed, pulling the covers over you as you let the silence hang for a few moments, “Come up and sleep on the bed… you don’t need to sleep on the ground.”

“Y/n… I told you this is okay. I know you feel weird about it-”

“Yeah and you’ve given up a lot to come and help me out of my own fuckfest…. So just.. Come to bed Seonghwa.” Your words hung in the air, and you curled into the pillow you were using as you awaited a reply. Seonghwa didn’t say anything after that but after a few minutes, you could hear the rustling of blanket and soon enough you felt the bed dip. 

“I’m only sleeping here cause the ground is cold as shit,” He mumbled, and you could feel the warmth of his body even if he was on the opposite side. It was comforting. 

“Go to sleep, Seonghwa.” You said and pulled the covers over you a little tighter, trying to calm the sudden raging of your heart. “And thank you… for today.”

“Goodnight Y/n.” You could hear the smile in his voice and that just made the situation at hand become even more present than it already was. You were sharing a bed with your best friend, your heart was palpitating more than it should and it seemed that everything didn’t want to fall into place for you. You had a hard time sleeping that night, even if you had Seonghwa’s soft snores as your lullaby. 

You never remembered falling asleep, finally being able to block out your thoughts and raging hearts. You never remembered tossing in your sleep or even so much as rolling around. You certainly didn’t expect that when you came back to consciousness, Seonghwa’s arm would be wrapped around your waist and his face inches from yours. And the thing that you couldn’t have even anticipated, was how much you loved waking up to it all. 

He looked peaceful, the exhaustion from the night before entirely eradicated from his features as he slept. His hair dangled across his eyes and his lips parted every so often to allow air to pass through. You hadn’t seen Seonghwa so close and personal, had never seen him so beautifully intimate in the way that you just wanted to brush the hair from his eyes.

The panic you had from the night prior was still there but now it had become subdued, as something a little more warm began to take its place. While last night or any other time before this morning you might have screamed if you had woken up this close to him, today all you wanted was to fall back asleep and enjoy the comfort. The way his arm and his body was warm and soothing. How his breath tickled your nose. How he just looked so perfect in this moment and couldn’t figured out why you didn’t realize how much you adored him and his stupid perfect smile. 

But there was no reason to reach out and hold his hand that was right there, tucked under his chin. No reason to brush his hair from his eyes as he slept. No reason for you to curl up to his chest and fall back to sleep amidst the early morning light. That realization seemed to settle in your somewhere deeper than the panic could ever; especially as you watched his eyelids flutter open, eyes dazed until they met yours and seemed to focus. 

“You’re already up?” He whispered, the morning raspiness of his voice making your realize just how close you were to him. How was it that he could hold you all day in front of your parents and you barely felt anything, but here all you could do was be hit by different emotions. 

“I’m surprised too,” You matched his tone but you weren’t sleepy anymore, you were too aware of everything around you. Too aware of the way his thumb rubbed small circles into your skin.

“You’re never up this early,” He mumbled, and turned his head to fully face you, “What’s bothering you.”

“Nothing.”

“Liar.”

The words put a frown on your face and you had to turn your head, unable to face Seonghwa in this quiet atmosphere. “I don’t know what’s bothering me.”

“I have some wishful thoughts about what’s bothering you.” He said causing your eyebrows to crease at the words, “But i want you to tell me before I even say a word.”

The truthfulness of the statement had you with words on your tongue before you could even process them, “I feel different. Something’s changed.... And I don’t know what is was. I just hope that it’s not just my own wishful thinking that… that…”

You couldn’t finish but Seonghwa was always a step ahead of you, “Something’s changed with us.”

“I don’t know how I feel about it.” You muttered, closing your eyes and trying not to think too much about the hand that now lightly trailed up and down your spine. “I just hope that it wasn’t because of my mind or… or this fiance deal we had going on. I never wanted to realize anything like this because of a stupid fake romance deal.”

“Okay and?” His voice was sturdy enough for you to turn your head towards his, taking sight of his determined dark eyes that felt like home. “What if one day I wanted to be your real fiance.”

The words took the breath from your lungs and you could only gape at him, “You… Hwa… what?”

“Y/n, I love you.” He said, earnestly and truthfully, like he was finally sure about something in his life. “I have for a really long time,” His hand that lingered on your back trailed up until it came to caress your cheek, “When you came into my apartment drunk and sobbing at three a.m. about how you ate your late pack of ramen, I knew I loved you. The time you hugged me so tight and laughed in pure happiness because you finally passed your college exams, I knew I always wanted you around me. I realized... that if you would let me in some years time…. I’d want to be the one you pick all because of this weekend.”

Tears had begun to form in your eyes at the words and you could only giggle at his confession. You had never expected anything like that from Seonghwa, and you had never expected a confession that would tug so harshly on your heartstrings. If you weren’t in love with him by now, his beautiful and honest words made you fall. “Hwa…. you really want all that with me?”

“If you’ll let me, Y/n.” He brushed away a tear that had fallen and you could only smile, especially as that pit in your stomach warmed and spread like a comforting fire. You realized that’s what love felt like. 

You nodded your head weakly, an elated smile spreading across your face. “Yes… I… I think it’d really love for all of that eventually.”

You had never seen Seonghwa grin so wide or laugh so bashfully. You had never felt him caress your cheek in the way he did now or noticed how much adoration filled his gaze when the two of you locked eyes. “Y/n,” Seonghwa muttered in a whisper, eyes dancing from your lips and back to your eyes; him having trouble on what to focus on. “Can I… Can-”

“Please kiss me already.” You said, leaning your head forward so you could meet him in the middle. You never expected to kiss your best friend; never expected his lips to be so soft and pillowy. You never thought he was the type to smile into kisses or cradle your face in his hands like it was more fragile than glass. If you pulled away for air Seonghwa wouldn’t leave your lips alone for very long, the two of you seeming to not be able to let go of one another for long. It wasn’t until the air from both of your lungs was entirely gone that you had to separate, panting slightly from the session of loving kisses that you both had waited to long for. 

“That,” Seonghwa said, his voice breathless as he brushed away some hair that had fallen into your eyes, “feels way better than being your fiance for the weekend.”

You scoffed and curled up close to him, still laughing as you wrapped your arms around his torso enjoying the warmth he exuded. Quietly, against the skin of his neck, you whispered, “You still have two days to be my fiance.”

“And we still have a few hours to lay around in bed,” He murmured against the top of your head, wrapping his arms around your back and threading a hand through your hair. “A pretty perfect weekend if you ask me.”

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3. Glitter 

series summary - Will the Halstead brothers be able to reconnect with their sister after 5 years? chapter summary - A worried Will goes over to Jay’s, they reminisce over beer  Will Halstead, Jay Halstead

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Will knocked on the familiar door for the second time that week.  “Hey Man” he smiled when Jay appeared, looking a little confused.  “Uh Hey.” his younger brother breathed out, stepping aside to let him in. Will shut the door and hung his jacket on to the wall as he shrugged his shoes off.  “Did I know you were coming?” Jay called out from the kitchen.  “No. Just thought we could have a drink” he replied, deciding not to mention that he saw Intelligence at Mollys with no sign of Jay or his red rimmed eyes when he opened the door. As he walked into the living room, he noticed that the usually bare coffee table had an open shoe box, covered in bits of bright tissue paper with piles of photos, drawings and colourful envelopes scattered around it. 

“Uh huh. Sure” Jay said, handing him a beer before going to sit on the armchair.  “What? I can’t hang out with my lil brother?” he teased to which Jay just rolled his eyes as he took a swig of his beer. “That the box?” Will smiled, nodding towards the coffee table. “Yeah. You keep yours?”  “Oh yeah. Pulled it out a couple weeks ago, couldn’t get rid of the glitter for days. A girl I was treating told me that my hair was sparkly” Will laughed.  “Yeah. You’d think that after 14 years it would have worn off but” he chuckled as he shut the lid, showing Will the top - most of the small glitter pom poms around the border had fallen off but the ‘J’ written out in glitter was still very much intact.  “She loved the stuff - I mean it's pretty much on everything until she was what 8? 9?” Will said.  “Mmm. You know mom had to stop her from sending me an envelope filled with it when I was over there?” Jay smiled at the memory.  “What?”  “Yeah. On the first tour” he said, handing him a pink envelope decorated with stickers.  Will hesitated for a second before opening the envelope, surprised that the former Ranger would share this with him. He first pulled out a notecard with his mother's familiar and beautiful handwriting. 

He then pulled out the ‘magic book’ - pieces of paper, the size of the notecard stuck together with tape, each page filled with her colourful drawings of shapes and ‘people’ - blobs of smiling faces with legs coming out of them. He noticed how worn out it was, tattered around the edges with a very distinct line down the middle where it was folded. Will looked to Jay hoping he would share more.  “Man, I carried that around with me and honestly, that uh got me through.” His tone was casual but Will knew that his mind was already starting to go down a painful memory.  “Yeah?” he asked gently, hoping to pull him back.  After a while, Jay slightly shook his head as he blinked his eyes. “Uh Yeah. Did you see the picture?” he said, nodding at the envelope.  Will felt his heart bursting as he saw it. She was running with the widest grin, playing dress up in a set of purple sparkly fairy wings and a pink tutu on top of her pyjamas. He flipped to the back and his mother had written; 

12 February ‘03 - Maddie trying out the new wings Aunt Carol sent her even though it was before bedtime! 

“Man she’s cute” Will smiled as he carefully put the contents back into the envelope. “And boy did she have dad wrapped around his finger”   “Yeah. A 100%” Jay chuckled.  “Speaking of - ” “No no. We do not need to talk about Dad right now”  “Jay, I’m just saying that he called. That’s it” Will said putting his hands up. “Yep. He left voice messages, several. Not gonna check’em.” he scoffed. “You know who else called though?” Jay said, his expression suddenly softening, “Gail.”  “Oh yeah?”  “Mhh, on Wednesday night. Apparently, it was on the morning news too. She said Danny couldn’t hit record fast enough.” Jay said proudly. “She’s gonna send it to me”   “Aw. That’s sweet of her” Will said, knowing the son-like relationship Jay had grown to have with them.  Jay nodded and they fell to a comfortable silence, each drinking their beers while looking at the photos - occasionally sharing stories and reminiscing as they did so.

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A/N - The characters belong to Dick Wolf and are from the One Chicago universe he created. The idea for this chapter came to me in the middle of the night and I couldn’t go back to sleep till I had it down so here it is :) A Halstead brothers moment with tapping slightly into Jay’s past. I hope you like it! 

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[peter-parcoeur]

“When you’re gone” - part 3

Post Thanos snap, Peter has to live in a world where Tony Stark is gone. But what happens when Tony’s daughter enters his life...?

Summary + Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Going back to school felt weird.

Though Peter always seemed to struggle to find a balance between his ordinary teenager life and being an Avenger, this time, the wake-up call was hitting harder. His body was definitely walking across the High-School Hall, but his head was somewhere else.

All around him were familiar faces, some looked obviously different after what they all called “the blip” but most of his school seemed back to normal, which was harder to digest as he felt like nothing would ever be the same now that his mentor was gone.

How could he live in a world without Tony Stark?

Luckily, his best-friend was there to show some support and bring random chit-chats back into his routine. Even MJ had given him a hug as she seemed genuinely happy to see him back, but when it should have been the most amazing, unexpected moment of his day, Peter had felt nothing but comfort from catching up with a friend. No tingles at the pit of his stomach, no burning red cheeks, not the usual stiffness down his abdomen. Nothing.

It was like a part of him had died too.

They were all sat in history class when Ned tapped him on the shoulder from behind, his voice filled with some unusual excitement.

“Wow mate, check out the new girl!”

Peter had to roll his eyes and smile at his friend’s typical enthusiasm over the opposite gender. Every time a remotely ‘hot’ girl walked by, Ned turned into a little kid on Christmas Day with a massive sugar rush.

His smile faded as soon as he locked eyes with the girl sitting at the back of the class.

“God” Ned moaned “I would gladly let her step on my face, who’s she?”

“That’s Y/N Stark.” Peter stated as she looked away as soon as their eyes met.

“What do you mean--- Stark? As in...?

-         As in Tony’s only daughter.”

Ned was left gobsmacked at this new revelation, quite oblivious to his friend’s sudden change of attitude. Peter looked like he had seen a ghost, writhing on his seat with complete nervousness. He could tell her anger was still running through her blood from the way she avoided his look, but for some obscure reason, he also felt relieved. Now that they had to spend an entire year in the same room, maybe they would get to talk at some point.

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When the bell rang, Peter wisely waited for Y/N to exit the room before he made any move. It had been the longest hour of his entire school experience and he had been sat in chemistry before, listening to Mr. Wyatt spreading bullshits about things Peter himself could teach better.

“You should talk to her” Ned said after being quiet for longer than anyone would expect him.

“I’m not sure she wants me to…

-         When was the last time you spoke?

-         Her dad’s funeral?

-         Yeahhhh…. Ned winced, maybe not the perfect time to have a chat?

-         I know, but she seemed so upset

-         Dude, her father died, you think she’s gonna give you a lapdance?”

Peter rolled his eyes at Ned’s obvious answer. He couldn’t quite process how he felt about Y/N. Part of him wanted to avoid her at all costs to save himself the embarrassment, but mostly, he wanted to walk down the hallway as confident as possible and just… talk to her. There was this weird attraction between them that made it seems like, somehow, this reunion was meant to be.

“Alright, I’m gonna talk to her” Peter sighed as he caught a glimpse of Y/N grabbing a few books from her locker across the hallway.

His palms were sweaty as he tried his best to brush them to the sides of his pants, air caught in his throat like he was about to give an inspiring speech to a bored audience. Nobody had ever made him feel this way, not even his high-school crush, MJ.

“Hi, Y/N!”

Y/N turned around to see Peter standing there awkwardly, both his hands buried in his pockets.

For a second, it seems like she was about to speak, her eyes daunting him from head to toes. As he stood closer to her face, Peter realized just how much she looked like Tony. She had his eyes, his cocky expression but her slim nose and perky lips were definitely Pepper’s. Her long brown hair was tamed on a sid braid and her ankle boots made her seem taller than him, which was embarrassing enough if she had chosen not to talk to him.

But with the snap of her locker door, she simply turned her back and walked away, leaving him speechless and embarrassed once again.

“Well done, Don Juan!” MJ teased as she walked past him.

On the other side of the corridor, Peter saw Ned biting his lip so he wouldn’t laugh at his misery.

Things were going to be tougher than he had thought.

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Economics was the worst.

Peter and Ned usually discussed any other topic that didn’t involve money and budget throughout the whole course, but today, Peter was just lost in his own daydream, looking out the window with his chin buried into his palm. It was a nice autumnal day, the kind that brought him back to better times where he and his Aunt would start decorating their apartment with Halloween/spooky stuff, their favorite time of the year. It was hard to think that life would go on after the blip but Peter was willing to be an optimistic. Happier days would come.

“Alright, today’s class will be sorely about your final assignment… I want you to pay close attention because this will be half of your grade for the exam.” Mr. Andersen spoke louder so the distracted students could hear.

At least half of the class moaned in complete despair. Mr. Andersen’s assignments were known as chaotic and frankly awful. This one was no exception.

“You will be working as a pair”

Ned smiled brightly at Peter, knowing they would definitely team-up, as usual.

At least it would make it less horrible to be working as a team.

“But don’t get too excited” Mr. Andersen added abruptly as he watched his students stare at each other, building up the usual team partners. “I have written half of the class’s names on papers. These papers I have folded and put in this box so the rest of you can draw”.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” Ned burped out.

“Mr. Leeds, since you seem so pleased, we’ll start with you!”

Mr. Andersen walked closer to Ned and offered him a chance to pick a name inside the tiny white box he was holding. Ned reluctantly picked a piece of paper and pulled a worried face.

“Betty Brant…”

Sitting at the front of the class, Betty Brant looked over her shoulder and gave him an unenthusiastic thumbs up. At least, she was smart, but her good looks would definitely make it hard for Ned to focus on their homework. Shivers ran down his spine at the thought of having a girl in his bedroom, his temple, the architectural equivalent of a Jedi farting the Game of Thrones theme song, aka the shameful natural habitat of the biggest geek.

Things went on as everyone picked a team partner with more or less enthusiasm and soon enough, it was Y/N’s time to draw a name into the box.

She quite obviously hesitated before she composed herself and spoke.

“Mr. Andersen, is there any way I can switch partner?”

“Well, Ms. Stark, what would be the point if anyone just decided who they’d like to collaborate with? I’m sorry you didn’t pick your crush’s name but I’m afraid things are what it is. Now, would you be kind enough to share your designated partner?”

There was a silence before she spoke again, her hand fiddling with the piece of paper.

“Peter Parker”

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“Dude, what are the odds???” Ned squealed as he sat next to Peter at the cafeteria.

It was lunch time and the whole room was buzzing with chatty students and cutlery grazes.

“Yeah, wow, I’m the luckiest guy in the world, am I?” Peter mumbled, still baffled at the complete humiliation he had been given in front of the entire class. The second one that day.

“Now she has no other option than talk to you, think positive!”

“Amazing, it must be as pleasant as being held at gunpoint somehow, I mean… did you hear what she said?” he sighed “Mr. Andersen, can I switch partners?” Peter was mimicking her disgusted tone when Ned gave him the big eyes, nodding towards a point behind him.

“Brilliant, why wasting your time here when you could have a one-man show?” Y/N bluntly stated. Her arms were crossed against her chest, her eyes glued to his face like she was trying to read his soul for some reason.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean—it’s just—

-         Let’s spare us both this conversation, alright? It seems like we’ll have to do this assignment, so… your place or mine?”

Ned couldn’t help but chuckle at the ambiguous comment, but as Peter gave him the dead eye, it was definitely too late to take his nervous laughter back.

“What are you, 12?” Y/N pulled an unimpressed look, eyeballing Ned until he went slightly red. This time, it was Peter’s turn to contain his laugh. Her attitude and comebacks definitely reminded him of the great Tony Stark. In a weird way, it was comforting, like wrapping yourself into a warm blanket in a cold morning. She irradiated with that famous Spark Confidence.

“Whatever suits you best” Peter finally said after what seemed like an eternity of quietness.

“What suits me best is to not be doing this with you but it seems like this isn’t an option, so…”

“Okay, my place then? Peter blurted out all of a sudden

-         What time?

-         Six thirty

-         Good” she turned to Ned “You got a pen?”

Ned fiddled with his backpack and handed her a black ballpoint pen.

“Text me your address” she simply said, writing down her number on a napkin.

She walked away without further word, leaving both Ned and Peter speechless for a while. Peter watched her sit at a table with a bunch of fellow classmates and for a minute, it felt like his brain had stopped to frame-freeze the scene in front of him. Everyone around her seemed captivated, whatever she was talking about. She had inherited that charisma from her father, that ability to catch everyone’s attention in the blink of an eye.

As he stared at her for a couple more minutes, Peter realized this weird, tingly feeling was back at the pit of his stomach.

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[stevesnailbat]

Hi! So I saw that you were taking request and I was wondering if you could do one with Steve where the reader aka his girlfriend is pregnant but they’re not telling anyone yet but he lets it slip since he’s worried about her and Hoper(her dad) like freaks out but like is happy about it yet still mad. Maybe it’s happening at the battle at Starcourt. A bit angsty yet a lot of fluf. Also I just want to say I love your blog and hope you’re having an amazing day!!! ♥️♥️♥️

warnings: pregnancy?, a little angsty but pretty fluffy

word count: 1.8K

a/n: Kinda AU bc Hopper comes out of the base alive but besides that, everything is pretty canon. Thanks for the love and request, anon, enjoy!

“Are you...positive, that it’s positive?”

“Yes, Stevie. I’ve taken two of them to be sure.” Y/N said shakily as she watched her nervous wreck of a boyfriend pace around his bedroom.

She waited almost two weeks after her missed period to even confront Steve about being late, knowing that he would freak. As scared as she was for their future, she was sure that Steve would be a great and loving father just like he was a great and loving boyfriend. Tears of pent up fear sprung to her eyes when Steve turned to see her reaction, fiddling with the two sticks in her hands. Steve’s nervous demeanor immediately softened when he saw her tears, feeling bad for making her even more worried than she already was before telling him.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry, baby. I’m sorry, I’m just in shock. Don’t be upset.” he said in a hushed tone, cupping her cheeks in his hands after sitting down on the bed and pulling her into his lap. “We’ll figure this all out, okay?”

She sniffled quietly as he spoke and nodded silently in response. Her gaze never met his, she always hated looking at him when she cried. Before she could instinctively bury her face into the crook of his neck, he put a finger under her chin and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle, yet reassuring kiss.

“We may not know what the hell to do right now, but what I do know is that I love you and I’ll do anything to make sure you and this baby of ours are taken care of.” he said sweetly, his hand resting on her still small stomach. “We probably should get you home now, yeah? It’s almost midnight and I’d rather not have your dad call a search party to find you again.”

The car ride back to the cabin was quiet for the most part, both of them still trying to process what was really happening. Steve mentioned something about picking up some extra shifts at Scoops Ahoy! to help out with paying for doctor’s visits and other things she needed. His words and the gentle circles his thumb rubbed on the back of her hand soothed her, allowing her to be reassured that everything would be okay.

“Are you gonna...tell your dad?” Steve stammered out when he parked in front of her small house in the woods and saw the living room light on, signaling that Hop was still awake. “Like right now?”

“I was thinking we could tell him soon, like the two of us could. Not right this moment, Stevie.” she said with an exhausted smile, running her hand through his hair. “We don’t have to tell anyone right now, I don’t think I’m ready to yet.”

Steve nodded in agreement, relieved that he didn’t have to endure the wrath of Jim Hopper quite yet and had some time to prepare for it. He gave her a small kiss goodbye and brushed his hand along her stomach once more, as his way of showing her that he really was okay with it all. They said their goodbyes and told each other they loved the other before she walked into the cabin.

Little did the couple know, the next week would turn out to be a living hell for them and everyone around them. They didn’t see each other for days, Steve was stuck in the underground Russian base while Y/N was staying alongside El, protecting her little sister at all costs. Their reunion in Starcourt was emotional, Y/N’s fresh pregnancy hormones getting the best of her when she saw Steve’s beaten and battered face. Everyone around them bickered about what the hell had just happened after El flung the car across the mall, while Y/N held onto Steve tightly and never wanted to let go.

It hurt Y/N to watch her sister go through so much pain, but she held onto El as tight as she could as Jonathan attempted to pull the flayed arm from her leg. Steve stayed close by her side, rubbing her back soothingly as she held her little sister close. It was like a motherly instinct had kicked in already for Y/N, because she felt the need to comfort El through her pain.

Soon enough, Joyce and Hop showed up with Murray to reunite with everyone. Plans are made for their navigation through the tunnels of the Russian base, others are made for everyone else to plan out their success. More tears are shed from Y/N and El when they talk to Hop, both girls promising to stay together and keep each other safe while he was down there. Before they all part ways, Steve pulls Y/N to the side with a worried look on his face.

“Please come with me to Dustin’s radio thing. You’ll be safer there, baby.” he pleaded, running his hand through her hair as he spoke.

“I...I need to stay with El, Stevie. You know I want to keep her safe more than anything.” she replied, shaking her head to get rid of the tears forming in her eyes.

“But...baby please.” he begged nervously, his hand instinctively going to her stomach as he spoke. “This day has already given your body enough stress. I don’t want you to get hurt. You’re stressed already I just want you to be okay! I...I don’t want the baby to get hurt because you’re trying to protect El.”

“Baby?” a roaring voice came from behind her and her heart dropped to her stomach, after Steve’s nervous talking came out a little too loudly to be just between the two of them.

“Looks like we’re telling him now.” Y/N said as she bit her lip, Steve letting out a string of curse words and apologies into her ear before kissing her temple as she turns to face her dad.

“Mind explaining what you two were talking about, Y/N?” Hop’s voice came out as angry, more tears coming to Y/N’s eyes from being so nervous.

“I’m...I’m pregnant, Dad.” she said in a quivering voice, feeling reassured when Steve squeezed her hand.

“And what? We’re you not gonna tell me about it?” he questioned, his tone growing angrier as he spoke, which caused El’s eyes to widen in fear also as she sat next to him.

“I was going to tell —“

“Hello! As great as this reunion seems to be going, we need to leave, Jim.” Murray interjected, causing you all to look his way.

“I’ll deal with you later, Harrington.” Hop said as he pointed a stern finger in the already nervous Steve’s direction; he gave his girls a strong hug before leaving, telling them to be extremely safe now.

The next two hours seemed like two days. An eternity could have went by between the time Steve left and when the Mind Flayer was defeated, and Y/N wouldn’t have noticed. Between the fireworks, the Mind Flayer’s screeches, and everything else going on, Y/N was overloaded and exhausted. She collapsed into a hug on the ground with Max and El after watching Billy sacrifice himself to save everyone else. Tears of exhaustion and sadness flowed in the trio, the quietest of sobs to be heard from each of them occasionally as her and El tried to comfort Max.

Sitting on the back end of an ambulance, Y/N huddled up with El after being cleared out of the mall. They waited eagerly, eyes wandering everywhere to find Hop and Joyce. Before they arrived, Steve made his way over and pulled Y/N into a strong embrace. She could have sworn she saw a tear run down his cheek, but he would deny that forever.

“Are you okay? No injuries?” Steve questioned, his hands roaming her arms and torso to check for cuts and bruises, eventually landing on her waist and belly once more.

“I’m fine, Stevie.” she giggled exhaustedly, her hand running along his battered cheek as he flinched. “The real question, are you okay?”

He hummed and nodded in response, kissing her forehead gently. “Just a little beat up, baby. I’m just glad you two are safe now. Please no more getting involved in this stuff after today, okay? I don’t want anything to happen to either of you.”

She agreed and sat in his arms, her hand still in El’s to comfort the traumatized girl. Steve complimented El’s courage to make her feel better and she smiled, Y/N getting the courage to tell her younger sister about the baby. She seemed excited after they explained what was happening.

“I’ll be...an aunt?” she said quietly as she squeezed Y/N’s hand, they both nodded in reply as tears flowed down Y/N’s cheeks once more.

As they spoke, Joyce and Hop emerged from the underground base. Hop’s eyes filled with tears as he hugged his daughters again. They relished in the moment for a little too long, knowing what conversation was to come after they pulled apart. Locking eyes with Steve as he watched the three of them hug, Hop’s demeanor changed. Y/N took a deep breath as she braced herself for his anger.

“Dad, listen. Before you lecture me or yell at me, I just want to say that I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. I was...scared. I didn’t know how you would take me telling you that I was having a kid.” Y/N choked out, wrapping her arm around Steve’s for comfort.

“I always told you that I only had simple rules in my house, Y/N. The ‘don’t be stupid’ rules, but you obviously didn’t follow them.” Hop said, residual anger still filling his voice as he spoke which caused more tears to flow from Y/N’s eyes. “But we’ll have to deal with this no matter what.”

“And I’m sorry for not being more careful, Chief. We were always safe...I guess just not safe enough since it only takes one time.” Steve said as he wrapped a blanket around Y/N’s shoulders, “I don’t plan on going anywhere, either. I’m taking care of this baby no matter what.”

Hop looked at Steve and Y/N, noticing how his touch was calming her down during a time of overwhelming emotions. He never was able to express his feelings enough to talk to her during those times, let alone to calm her down like that. She needed Steve, he thought. While in the base, he worried about Y/N and El, but also about the baby Y/N was going to have; he wanted her to be safe and for nothing to happen to either of them. He had come off as so angry about the situation, but his feelings milled over while he thought about it.

“You and I both know that I will make certain that you’re around to support and love her throughout this whole time, Harrington. Understand?”

“Yes — Yes, Chief!” Steve replied nervously, making Hop chuckle at the flustered soon-to-be dad.

Maybe being a grandpa wouldn’t be as bad as he imagined.

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

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

Chapter Seven | Dogsong (Part 1 of 2)

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A strong and persistent, ticklish feeling on your nose wakes you up with a sneeze. 

Albeit, your face is far too puffy now for you to even see what's going on, not including the fact that you're not wearing either contacts or glasses presently -- and not that you even remember where your glasses ended up on after you passed out yesterday. It's all one big blur both in terms of your eyesight and your mind. The only few things you remember after waking up in a hospital bed was Sans at the very beginning of it all, along with your aunt arriving with some fresh clothes plus basic toiletries for you to use and change into after a shower. The rest of your memories are muddled to a point where you can't even remember where your belongings are, how long you've slept, or what hour it is.

The pressure you feel on your chest paired up with a few energetic woofs and a lick at your face let you know who's the product of your allergy. Thankfully though, the dog understands when you tell him you have to stand up. He barks again and jumps off of you, giving you freedom to move and try to feel around for your phone.

Doubt hits you when you find it, and you start to wonder if calling anyone's even necessary, keeping in mind that your emergency's mostly a puffy face and an itchy nose, coupled with blurry eyesight.

Surely, you could find your medicine just as you did with your phone, and worst case scenario, you could wait until a nurse or a doctor came around; your allergy wasn't that bad, anyway.

You try to search for the medicine all on your own first, though it results in you having to question the very same root of your problem for help. "Could you help me find my bag?" you ask, facing down with a smile at where you assume the dog's at. How he got inside a hospital room's left unknown to you, but now's not the time to be worrying about that. "It should be around-"

Before you can even finish your sentence, the dog barks once and runs off, becoming an even fainter, white blur as he leaves your side. Soon enough though, he returns with what you assume are your belongings, based on the colour of the bag's material alone, its dark brown contrasting with his white fur. "Thank you," you say, taking the bag from his mouth. You then sit down in bed and rummage through your belongings until you find some allergy pills and a half-drunken, lukewarm, bottled water, plus the new bottle your aunt had brought you. Compared to the one you packed up for yesterday, it's still ice-cold to the touch, and it's twice the size as a regular one.

A yawn, a headache, and a painful stretch intervene with your mission, so you decide to wash up first before taking any medicine. Countless hours of sleep meant lethargy was just around the corner were you to be tempted to lay down again, so you stumble your way to the bathroom and freshen yourself up, a daily routine adjusted to go by quicker when you hear the door of your room open and the dog bark at the new visitor. Happy woofs inform you you're not in any sort of danger, though you could still use whatever company there's waiting for you with how long it feels since you've last had a talk with someone unrelated to how your health was doing and what happened back at the bus.

"Hey, bud. What're ya doing 'ere? You know (Y/N)'s allergic to you."

"Woof-woof!"

The exchange between the new voice and the dog are the first few words you can hear while you wrap things up, though the dog runs back to your side as soon as you open the door and return to your bed.

"Don't," the visitor warns, whistling for the dog to approach him and chuckling when he runs off to his side. "You're gonna get 'em hospitalized again if you keep doin' this."

The dog distracts himself with the visitor while you take your pills and down them with some water. All that's left is to find your glasses while your face recovers, though as much as you try searching for them or your other alternative, you can't find them among all the other items scattered inside. Most first aid items are felt tampered with, bringing forth the unwanted memory of what you'd been through yesterday and how you were still well under recovery.

"Good mornin', (L/N). Dunno how that doggo got here, but I'll make sure he doesn't break in again."

Another recognizable blur -- made up mostly of blue, black, and white smudges -- shows up in front of you and crouches to meet with your face. Weren't he so used to wearing such similar colours and casual outfits all the time, you would have a harder time distinguishing him beyond that of his low voice and New York accent. He scoots a bit closer and reaches out for your face, hands brushing with your ears as he slips on your glasses for you. It's as clear as day he's already regretting what he's done, judging by the way his gaze averts from yours when you're able to see clearly again.

"You alright? Your allergy's lookin' worse than yesterday's." While it's initially unclear as to why he hesitated after putting on your glasses for you, just one closer look through all the puffiness of your face lets you see a faint, microscopical hint of red on his cheekbones. "...Sorry 'bout touchin' you like that, by the way. Dunno what got into me, but, uh-"

"You mean you putting on my glasses for me?"

"Yeah -- That was way outta hand of me. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable."

You take a second to think over what he means with that -- mind still processing everything as quickly as an old desk computer -- until you remember how his brother tried to set you both up a while back. 

If that was enough to get the one being set up all worked up around you even for the most trifling matters, you can't imagine how the monster's feeling now that he's taken such an intimate initiative with you, considering he could've simply offered you the glasses rather than slip them on for you. "That's okay." You snicker, dismissing his worry with a smile. "It's no big deal, really."

"Still, that was wrong of me." He smiles back at you, though that expression soon fades as he dwells deeper and longer into what's happened. "I did that without your knowledge, and we're not even friends yet. I took that, uh, incident back at the park too close to heart, so I'm not really sure what to do anymore or how close I should act with you." Sans takes a hand to the back of his neck, sighs, and rubs at it, inadvertently sitting next to you in bed as he contemplates the situation while facing the floor. "I need to tell Paps to stop settin' us up anymore in the future. Not only is it unfair for you with all the stuff you have goin' on. But well... I'm not too sure about what being in a relationship entails, either. I mean, seriously -- Being set up like this's really not my thing. Maybe it's different for others, but I just can't date a person or go out with 'em unless I'm real close to 'em." His shoulders stiffen, and he looks up at you with widened irises and a meek grin. "God, I'm… I'm not even sure why I'm tellin' you all this, though. It's-"

Remembering Papyrus's request, you intervene with, "Can I kiss your cheek, uh… bone? Maybe you could sort out your feelings a bit more if you try it."

Seemingly at a loss for words, the skeleton nods as a response.

You move a bit closer to him and press a quick kiss on his cheekbone, keeping all other limbs aside to prevent touching him anywhere else. His face turns a bit hotter now, similar though not as noticeable as when humans blush, so you assume he's going through the same thing despite those subtle differences. He looks away when you move back, though he faces you again when you ask, "How did that feel?"

There's a long beat of silence between you, until he eventually breaks it with, "It felt nice."

"Like in a platonic sort of sense, or otherwise?"

"...I'm not sure."

You hum and lose yourself in your thoughts, motivated by the kiss and his reaction to it. His body language is either good enough to mask any further embarrassment; that, or he just really didn't feel anything out of the ordinary when being kissed on the cheekbone. You try to think back on past experiences and remember how Jerry was a lot shyer than you when it came to being upfront and honest about your feelings with each other. Both your appearances deceived in that aspect, as your roles in twelve grade were like those of a high school movie clique: Jerry was a popular soccer athlete back then, while you were the quiet and lonesome nerd in charge of the library. You kissed him first though, and you were the first to admit your feelings for him after you discovered you liked both boys and girls alike.

"Well, how about this," you speak up, gaining his attention again. "Could you imagine yourself doing anything romantic with any of your past crushes, like kissing, hugging, or just… full-on making out?"

"Hard pass on the last one. Don't think I can imagine myself doing somethin' like that with someone -- unless I'm maybe really, really close to 'em. Other than that, well… I guess I wouldn't mind doin' all that other stuff." 

"So if we both had a crush on each other, would you see yourself on a date with me? If you can't use me as an example, imagine someone else you're more comfortable with."

He looks away again. Still, he nods. "Just with none of that steamier stuff. I've heard some of my co-workers up here say they're all about this and that, and how often they do stuff like that with their partner, but I just can't really see myself in a situation like that one -- Or just… Not yet, at least."

"That's normal, then. Intimate stuff like that isn't for everyone." Your smile grows at the feeling that you're making progress with Papyrus's request. "Some are just fine with what you said, and others don't even have a need for romance in their lives. Just like marriage and children aren't for everyone, romance and sexual intimacy aren't, either."

"Thanks," he says, meeting your eyes with a less tense gaze of his own. "How did ya learn 'bout this kinda stuff, by the way? I think maybe Alphys and Undyne know a bit about this themselves, but, uh… I never had the guts to talk to 'em."

You grin. "So you ask a complete stranger about it?"

Thankfully, he knows you're joking and follows up to it by jabbing your side with his elbow. "You caught me in a vulnerable state."

"How so?" you ask, scooting closer on instinct.

"Things are different here at the Surface," he replies, suddenly wistful. "When you passed out yesterday, that reality hit me, and so I kinda just… froze at the thought of losing you."

"How's it different down there? Does… Does that mean if I were there, I wouldn't die as easily as I would here?"

"Not exactly. There's just a different system down there, and it helps strong-willed humans have a second chance and more at life."

"But strong-willed could mean both good people and not, right? How would you deal with bad ones, if it came to it?"

"That's where the whole situation with your kid takes place. It's not that we wanted to hurt 'em, but that there were plenty of factors that made us view humans as a threat back then. It was them who taught us there's another way around it. But then again, I think those points you've made're important, and that you really shouldn't just forgive us outta-"

"Time's up, mister Serif. The patient has other people who want to see them."

Nearly disheartened by how time runs short, you end it on that and make a (metaphorically) telepathic note to continue with the conversation during your tour, something you both agree on with a nod. There would be plenty of time to talk about that there, though that's not to say you don't want to have all that information discussed right here and now. "I don't think I've said this before, so… Thank you for all your help. I'm not sure I'd even be here if you hadn't been there at the bus for me." You pause and smile. "Friendly hug?"

Sans chuckles and sits down again. "Friendly hug." He takes up your offer faster than the first two times since you first met him. It feels far more natural now, almost as if the previous two had been reciprocated to, but with that doubt still on his mind, weighing him down. "This's probably really damn weird, but you're kinda… comfortable to hug."

"Okay, yeah. That's kinda weird." You laugh. "Comfortable as in soft or warm or-"

"Comfortable as in I could easily fall asleep on you if you keep huggin' me like this. But yeah -- That's probably the reason why."

"So you'd say you like cuddling, then?"

"Definitely better than all that other stuff."

"See that?" You let go of him and let your smile grow. "You're understanding yourself more already. That's good!"

"Is it? I thought I was too old for that."

"Oh, come on." You judge him. "You're a science wiz, aren't you? People all experience things differently and at different stages. You're being rude to yourself. Just give yourself a chance to grow and understand yourself a little more!"

"I'd hate to break you two up, but people are waiting outside."

You both freeze at the sound of the nurse's voice being so close now. She's standing nearby now rather than simply waiting by the doorway, an observation that makes you question just when she'd come closer and how much she'd heard you talk as a result. Still, she doesn't appear fazed nor bothered by anything, so you take it she'd either just arrived at your side or had found a way not to overhear while she waited.

"The doctor should be here soon, so we have to cut your visits short."

In compliance to her words, you wrap your conversation up with the skeleton and tell him you'll message him over your next tour date. You would need a little more time to recover now, so it would only be common sense to check through your schedule, sort things out with your job, and manage how you would deal with Frisk's school days and homework. The monsters were already doing you plenty of favours, and yet you only knew two of them in person, three if you counted how often you talked with Toriel through phone and video calls despite not visiting her home to this day. Asking them for any more help than what they were already giving was out of the question. 

Even if such fantasy-like beings existed, that didn't mean they were as magically potent as most books made them out to be. At the end of the day, they were living, breathing beings just like you, with lives of their very own and troubles just like any other human being you knew. What made you different were your appearances and customs, and even then that was something that could be overlooked with due time and mutual understanding, as it isn't as important as who they are and what they do to live each day like you did with your own.

"Let me know if ya need help with Frisk's school," Sans says, already standing near the doorway. "You can't recover if you don't look for help."

And with that, he leaves.

Whether you were an open book or he a mind reader, you can't tell for certain, but if there's one thing you could use presently, it's words like those.

You barely have a chance to say thank you as other visitors step inside, some familiar and some not.

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