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chaotic-mystery · 9 months

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Not A Survivalist Girl Part 6:

“What Was I Made For?”

Written by: @chaotic-mystery & @tightjeansjavi

(Joel miller x f!reader)

Summary: After you get too close to the fire that is Joel Miller and get burned, you finally tell him how you really feel and show him was true rage is. In the process, he shows you he actually does have a heart.

CW: Mean! Joel, female rage, heavy on the angst, mild violence, talks of death & murder, child loss, Joel finally finds his heart like the grinch, grief, trauma, heartbreak, forgiveness, making up, fluff, a happy ending for once, +18 minors DNI.

WC: 4.7k

A/N: everything is hitting the fan in the mojo dojo casa house tonight. Enjoy! I love feedback and talking about this so feel free to send stuff to my inbox when you’re done!

When Joel Miller was back in the comfort of his own room, with the 4 walls around him seemingly closing in, he began to pace. The floorboards beneath his feet creaked and groaned with each heavy step he took. He was gripping the tendrils of his salt and pepper stained hair from the roots. He tugged hard, mumbling incoherently under his breath. His eyes were squeezed shut as the images of what just partook in front of the crackling fire raced through his brain. If Tommy were here..Well, he’s not fucking here. He ain’t comin’ back. He left you. Remember? Now you’re stuck with this girl.

I shouldn’t have done that. I should not have fucking done that. What the hell was I thinking? I should have just..I should have stopped myself when I still had the chance.

Don’t tell me you’ve already started to regret it? You saw how eager she was. Don’t stand here and say that you regret it when you know it ain’t true.

Did I have to be so mean? So cruel? I shouldn’t have left her like that. I was too rough. Even if she enjoyed it..I didn’t even bother to see if she was okay after the fact. I just fucking left her there stained with my cum, and retreated to my room like a fucking dog with its tail between its legs?

Don’t tell me that you’ve gone all soft now. For fuck sakes, Joel. You had sex. You fucked her like the slut that she is. She wanted it.

That’s not the man I am. I don’t degrade women like that. I respect them. I always have, I always will—

Well, hate to break it to ya, but you did nothing but degrade her back there. Left her there stained in your cum, tears in her eyes and didn’t even offer to help clean her up? You’re a mean mean old man, Joel Miller.

Oh god, what have I done?

As you laid there on the floor wondering why he got up so fast, you couldn’t help but think it was something you did. Maybe he came to his senses and realized what he did was wrong. Did you come off too strong and he had a lapse of judgment? Even if he did, he was just as guilty with flirting as you were, always stealing glances of you when he thought you weren’t looking, the lingering pauses before he said goodnight because he didn’t want to get off the couch and leave you be. Fuck this you thought to yourself and got up off the floor, immediately wrapping a blanket around you. If Joel wanted to fuck you and leave you there like you were nothing, he was going to hear about it for sure.

“What the fuck is your problem?! How the fuck can you just use me to get off and then leave me on the floor? Are you fucking insane?!” You shouted and bursted though the bedroom door to his room where he was sound asleep, that was until he heard you. You wanted him to hurt exactly how you hurt, to feel so bad about himself like he made you feel but that wasn’t your character. You would’ve never done that to him or anyone else for that matter. Your cold hands riddled with adrenaline grabbed anything close from his nightstand and chucked it at his body that was covered with blankets. The alarm clock went flying across the room and hit him in the shoulder, obtaining a grunt from the old man. Joel shot up out of bed when he noticed the book he started reading a couple days ago was on its way to hitting him in the head. Putting his arms out to stop you, he pleaded with a gruff tone for you to hear him out.

“No! There’s nothing you can say to make this better, Joel. Nothing. You made me feel so vulnerable and special and like you liked me, until you left me there alone. Didn’t even kiss me, not that that would’ve been much better, but it would’ve been something!

You walked over to him, he was standing at the foot of his bed and face plastered with shock and frustration. The look of defeat on your face was killing him inside, he knew what he did would ultimately crush you and make you not trust him again, and yet here you were screaming at him for doing it. Your arm raised up and just as you were coming down to smack Joel across his face, he grabbed your wrist roughly and held it there in place, looking deep into your eyes as if he was trying to tell you something.

“Please don’t fuckin’ hit me. I deserve it, no doubt about it, just..please.” He blew out a frustrated puff of air as he firmly, yet delicately held your wrist in his calloused palm, inches from where it was about to collide with his face. His eyes were pleading with you, begging for forgiveness despite knowing that he didn’t deserve it. “M’sorry. What happened back there? It never should have happened. I shouldn’t..I shouldn’t have done that. I crossed a fuckin’ line and—I know I can’t just go and take it back, but I’m sorry for puttin’ you in that position.”

The tears in your eyes spilled down your warm cheeks and the small ache in your chest finally made you stop in your tracks, completely breaking down in front of Joel. “You deserve so much more than that, you fucking animal. I’ve done so much for you and this is how you repay me? You weren’t even that good, I was faking it.” Your harsh tone was low enough for him to barely hear in his good ear, knowing it was killing him to hear you be so cold. “Fuck you. I don’t ever want to speak to you again and I hate you. I hate you, Joel Miller.” The stare you had on him could burn holes into his face if it were possible.

Joel was taken aback by your words, and the tone you used to deliver them. His brows furrowed as he released your wrist from his grip. “An animal? That’s what I fuckin’ am t’ya? Tell me, sweet girl. What exactly have you fuckin’ done for me, huh?” Sweat pooled around his chest and forehead from the adrenaline-filled-rage that presently coursed through his veins. “Oh, I’m sure you were fakin’ it sweetheart. You hate me so badly? Fuckin’ leave then. What the hell is stoppin’ you? Take what you want and fuckin’ leave.”

That was the last thing you wanted him to say. You didn’t want him to tell you to go, you wanted him to feel so badly about what he’d done, wanted him to make you stay and fix his mistakes but clearly he didn’t want that. Maybe this was his cop out to finally get rid of you like he wanted to awhile ago. “Why are you so mean?” The crack in your voice only made your tears stream down your face faster, the lump in your throat making it harder to talk with every other word. Finding enough will in your body to move your cemented feet from the floor, you walk over to the one thing he ever had that was yours. Your pink blanket. The soft material poking out from under his comforter made it that much harder to take it, but you needed to. He didn’t deserve your kindness, your warmth, your giving nature. You grabbed the corner of your blanket and pulled as hard as you could and made a mess of his bed in the process. The detangling of the two blankets felt poetic in a way almost, like you were separating yourself from Joel, kind of. Then again, it’s just blankets and you’re just a stupid girl who really thought someone like Joel Miller could change. Holding the blanket close to your chest, your eyes met Joel’s once more, searching for some type of reason as to why he’s being like this.

Joel zoned in on your delicate fingers grasping around the ends of the blanket. That stupid fluffy pink blanket that seemed to bring him a certain comfort that he almost despised, loathed even. It smelled of you, of strawberries of sweetness and honey and all the things that he felt he was ill-deserving of. The softness along his skin was equivalent to what he imagined floating on fluffy clouds must feel like. Just as you had grasped the corner, he was already reaching for the other end, grabbing ahold of it firmly. The last thing he ever wanted to do was tell you about his past, about his daughter and what happened to her on outbreak day. He’d much rather gouge his own eyes out, drown, be shot over and over again than have to relive the night he lost his baby girl. He was facing the realization that there was no talking himself out of this one. No more bullshit excuses for his anger, for his resentment. Joel Miller knew that he had to be raw and vulnerable with you if he ever wanted to heal.

“You really wanna know why I'm so mean? Why I struggle so fuckin’ hard on showin’ you an ounce of fuckin’ kindess?” His jaw clenched tightly as his fingers clutched around the soft fabric. He could already feel tears stinging painfully in the corner of his eyes as he did his best to fight them back and not allow them to freefall. His gaze fell upon you, and your own tear stained cheeks and watery lashes, a pleading look to your irises as he inhaled a shaky breath.

“My daughter was murdered on outbreak day. She was twelve years old when she died. It was my thirty-sixth birthday..it all happened so fast. I did everythin’ I fuckin’ could to protect her. I failed her that night. I tried so fuckin’ hard n’just for her to slip through my fuckin’ fingers. My brother Tommy was there that night. Some fuckin’ soldier gunned us down..I still remember watchin’ her body tumble into the grass, the life drainin’ from her eyes. I fuckin’ clutched her dead body in my fuckin’ arms until Tommy forced me to let go. I screamed, and cried, and screamed some more. She was the best fuckin’ thing in my life, and just like that she was taken’ away from me. In a matter of fuckin’ hours my entire world was ripped from me.” He gripped the blanket tighter, yanking it towards him. “So don’t tell me i’m a fuckin’ monster when you haven’t got a fuckin’ clue what i’ve been through, and what i’ve lost. Bein’ mean and cruel is the only goddamn thing that has kept me alive all these years. It’s all i’ve ever fuckin’ known.”

You could almost hear your heart breaking as his words sank in, the tears free falling down your face still. The lump in your throat only seemed to grow bigger to the point not a single word came out despite how hard you were trying. All you wanted was to comfort him and tell him it would be okay, but nothing was coming out. Nothing. The pain on his face was almost unbearable to look at, it only made it that much harder to not forgive him straight away.

“Joel..” you croaked out, “I’m so sorry that happened, I didn’t know. I wish you would’ve told me sooner and maybe I would’ve been a little more patient with you and your rotten attitude. I’m sorry they killed her, I am. But that was years ago, Joel. Being cruel to me over Sarah won’t bring her back. Give me my stuff and I’ll get out of your hair, I’ll leave when the sun comes up. Promise.” Tightening your grip on your blanket, you gave it a tug trying to get it out of his hands.

Joel’s features immediately hardened at your words. It was one thing for him to know that nothing would ever bring Sarah back, but to hear it from you? It almost felt like a knife was being twisted deep into his heart, serrated and tearing into his flesh. “I didn’t—fuckin’ ask for your pity. You’re right. It was years ago and ain’t nothin’ gonna bring her back, right? Not when her body is 6 feet below the fuckin’ surface back in Texas. Not when i’ve got blood stained on my hands from killin’ so many goddamn people. She’s fuckin’ dust now, and men like me don’t go to Heaven. She’s fuckin’ alone up there..somehwere and i’m never gonna fuckin’ see her again!” His voice cracked as he yanked on the blanket hard, his own tears finally cascaded down his weathered cheekbones as he tugged, and tugged, and tugged.

“Do you think someone like me is going to Heaven either? Not by a long shot Joel but at some point you have to let that shit go and stop hurting yourself over it! You can’t see how well you have it here, all alone by yourself in this cabin that others would literally kill to live in. You were a sad and lonely old man before you met me and that’s exactly what you’ll be again if you truly want me to go. Tell me you want me to go.” Gripping and tugging harder on the pink material, you clenched your jaw in frustration and just wished he would stop all of this.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” He glared at you through his tears, looking at you as if you had suddenly sprouted 5 heads. “You’re good, and kind, and sweet, and—you smell of fuckin’ strawberries and honey. You’re goin’ to Heaven whether you want to or not, girlie.” He didn’t want you to go, not really. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. The walls of his lonesome cabin once haunted him but now there was a newfound light within them that only surfaced because of you. “Of course I don’t fuckin’ want you to go. I don’t want you to leave, okay? You want me to fuckin’ shout it or somethin’?! Cus’ you’re right, if you leave then i’m just a fuckin’ sad and lonely old man livin’ in the woods. If you leave, then i’m a fuckin’ nobody again.” He gave the blanket one last harsh tug and the friction and yanking of the fabric was enough for it to give way. Before he had time to release it, the threads pulled and teared with a deafening sound as the once whole blanket was now tattered and torn, much like the two people grasping onto the fabric as if their lives depended on it.

Falling back on your ass with a hard thump against the floor, you looked at the now separated blanket in each other's hands. “No…no no no…wha-what did you..” Shock washed over your body and you scrambled to your feet, snatching the other half out of Joel’s hands. You were sure he didn’t mean to do that but he didn’t know what that blanket was to you. It was the last birthday gift from your mom before the outbreak, it was all you could manage to grab from your house before they took you out of your home and into the QZ. Silent sobs came from you as you buried your face in the fabric, not wanting to realize just how fucked up things truly were. A stuffy sniffle came from your nose and you tried looking at Joel through your soaking wet eyelashes, but it was no use. The figure standing in front of you was all blurry and you gave up trying. You dropped the torn half to the floor and walked back to your room, your chest sinking with every sob. The door to your bedroom latched just loud enough for Joel to hear and you laid down in your bed, soaking your pillows with tears.

“Girlie—I’m.” It was too late. You were already gone from his bedroom as he bent down and carefully picked up the two shreds of fabric with a heavy sigh. His heart sunk as the realization of what he had just done washed over him. He knew this wasn’t just a blanket to you. He might have not known the story behind it, or who had given it to you but he knew it meant something to you, just like his one photograph of Sarah meant everything to him. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered through the darkness. He allowed himself to feel for 5 seconds before he realized that maybe there was a way that he could still fix this, that he could make things better because you deserved it. You deserved so much more than he could possibly ever give you, but he had to at least try.

So that’s how he found himself outside your bedroom door with his sewing kit tucked under the crook of his armpit. He softly knocked, resting his good ear against the door. “Girlie? Hey, can I come in please? M’so sorry ‘bout your blanket sweetheart. It was an accident I swear. I never meant to rip it..”

Not wanting to talk to him at the moment, you laid there pretending to be asleep and soon enough the door was opening, Joel making his way inside. It was too soon to face him after all of that. You didn’t want to talk about it and rehash it or explain the blanket situation to him. You fake snored lightly in hopes he’d take the hint and go but in true Joel fashion, he did the opposite.

Joel silently sank down onto the edge of your bed as he set down the two halves of the blanket and the sewing kit. “Darlin’? Are you really sleepin’ or are you just avoidin’ me now?” He whispered and when he was met with silence, he let out a sigh. “S’alright. I understand.” Using what little light he had from the pale moon creeping through the curtains, he threaded the needle through a piece of pink string. “Sarah was always tearin’ her soccer uniform. I started off with buyin’ her new ones, but a carpenters paycheck doesn’t pay all that much.” He softly spoke as he started to sew the blanket back together. “Didn’t help that I was a single dad either. Sarah’s mom left us when she was really just a baby. I had Tommy help out thank god, but I was so scared havin’ to raise her on my own. I just..I wanted to be a good dad y’know? Wanted to make sure she was always happy n’god, was that kid always happy. She had a smile that could light up an entire room. Anyway, I ended up teachin’ myself how to sew her uniform back together. It wasn’t the best job, but she’d always sit with me on the couch while I’d be sewing and I ended up teachin’ her as well. Y’know, I think she was purposely gettin’ her uniform torn up just so I’d have to fix it for her. Not that I minded at all..I’d kill to be able to sew it for her..just one more time.”

Slowly you turned around, half covering your face and your eyes on Joel’s hands as he worked his way down the blanket, stitching up the two halves back together. “She must’ve been a really good soccer player, huh?” Your hoarse voice made his ears perk up and for a split second you swear he looked away from sewing and looked at you. Your cold hand pressed against his knee in an attempt to comfort him and show him in some small gesture you’re listening to every word he’s saying.

“She—she was the best. Always wanted to be outdoors. She loved goin’ for hikes with me. Little shit always told me I had terrible knees, and bad back, which I do. She was a real jokester too. Always pickin’ at me with her uncle. Sometimes I felt like she was takin’ care of me more than I was for her. She always reminded me that I was a good dad, that I was doin’ my best. She was real fuckin’ smart too. If she—lived I wouldn’t doubt that she’d be makin’ the honor roll and goin’ off to college to change the world to be a better place. She loved animals too. Always begged me for a dog and I never gave in..wish I would have if only I had known that we weren’t goin’ to have all the time in the world together.” He sniffled softly as he looked up at you through thick lashes.

You sat up quickly and grabbed his face, rubbing your thumbs gently on his scruffy beard. “Hey-It’s okay. I’m sorry about what I said, I should’ve never said anything about Sarah. I’m glad you still have those memories of her and Joel..” You swallowed back some tears and took a deep breath. “You will always be her dad, okay? Don’t you ever forget that. She doesn’t have to be here for you to be her dad. Cherish those memories you have, I promise she remembers them.” A tear fell onto your thumb from Joel’s eye and you wiped it away before he could.

Joel gently placed his hands over your own as he subconsciously leaned into your soft touch on his skin. “Hey, you don’t—you don’t have to apologize for anythin’ okay? You have nothin’ to be sorry for. I’m the one who’s sorry darlin.’ I’m so sorry for how I have treated you. I just..I’ve spent so many years bein’ angry at the world for takin’ her from me. Your kindness it’s—it’s not somethin’ I’m used to.” He sniffled as more tears began to fall. “I just..I’d do anythin’ to hug her one more time. To see her smile..hear her laugh. She—she haunts my dreams most nights and sometimes I wake up and it’s almost as if she’s there, and I can reach out and touch her. She’s not there. It’s just my mind playin’ a cruel trick on me. She’s gone..” he whispered and suddenly his arms were encircling around your waist, hugging you tightly to him as if he was terrified that you’d slip through his fingers too.

If you could take back anything you said to him, it would be that you would leave. There’s no way you’d ever do that to him, not now, not ever. “Oh, baby I’m sorry..” Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him into you, stroking the little curls on the back of his head as you just held him. It was one of those moments you wanted to freeze and stay in just for a little while, just to take the pain away from him long enough for him to feel normal again. What else can you say to a grieving father besides what you’ve already said? There’s nothing. All you could do was hold him and let him know you weren’t going anywhere.

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Joel allowed himself to be completely consumed by your soft touches as his tears freely fell after being locked away for years. A relief washed over him as the anger seemed to dissipate through his pores, as if all the hurt and poison that inhabited his veins was being sucked out, filtered through and turned to something pure. His thumbs were gently stroking the sliver of skin visible along your lower back as he slowly pulled his head back so he could look at you. The moonlight casted a pale glow across your tear stained faces as his glassy chocolate brown eyes fell upon yours. “Can I—would I..will you—” he cleared his throat that felt as raw as sandpaper from all the yelling and tears shed. “Can I..kiss you girlie?”

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you bit back a smirk, nodding quickly at his question. “Of course, Joel. Please kiss me.” The worry of sounding desperate left your body as you moved some of his hair out of his eyes so you could admire them better. There was that funny feeling again inside your tummy. Fuck feeling like there was butterflies, it was a goddamn zoo in your tummy.

He leaned in slowly, the bridge of his nose lightly nudging against yours. Suddenly he was back in highschool, about to share his first kiss with his crush and his palms began to sweat, his fingers trembling along your skin as his lashes fluttered shut. His lips just barely ghosted against your own before he kissed you fully, slotting his lips between yours as he pulled you in closer.

Since the very first night, this is what you’ve wanted. Underneath all the sexual tension and thoughts you had about him, you just wanted to know the real Joel. The soft one who messes with you about catching worms and saves you from frogs and the one who talks to you about his daughter who means the absolute world to him, even from the heavens. You grabbed the back of his head gently and pulled him as close as you could, deepening the kiss.

Joel allowed himself to kiss you for a few moments longer, his hands splayed across your back fully now before he slowly pulled away, forehead gently resting along your own. “Listen..I can’t promise you I can be perfect. What I can promise you is that I will do my best to..learn your kindness. To see the world through your own eyes in hopes that..I can be good to you, always. All I ask is that you find it in your heart to hold patience with me. Guide me, and I’ll always protect you, n’keep you safe from the world. Okay?”

“And I’ll try to learn from you as I go so maybe one day you can trust me to protect you from the world because who’s gonna protect you if I can’t?” You nudge your head against his and smile at him.

Joel couldn’t help but crack a small smile that showed the faint crinkles in the corner of his eyes, and the indentation of a dimple along his cheek. “I’ll teach you how to be a real survivalist girl. How’s that sound to you girlie?”

“That sounds pretty damn good to me, Joel. It’s getting kinda late, should we get some sleep since we have no idea what tomorrow brings us?” You didn’t want to sleep alone tonight but you thought you shouldn’t push him. You lifted the blanket and held it to his chest, “Here, you sleep with this, I know how much you like it.”

Joel was already bringing his arms around the underside of your thighs and gently lifting you from the strewn comforter. “No need for that sweetheart. Will..you sleep with me tonight? Only if you feel comfortable doing so..”

You practically leap out of his arms and start heading to his room, “Yes oh my god I’m so glad you asked, I did not want to sleep alone!” You were already in his bed and tucked in by the time he made it in his room.

Joel watched with pure amusement in his eyes when you leapt out of his arms. He did not expect you to be this enthusiastic over his request, but he couldn’t lie over the fact that finding you already tucked under the covers absolutely made his heart swell out of his chest like a balloon. He plopped down on the bed, nearly squishing you with his body weight as his fingers found purchase around your waist and lightly tickled your sides. The giggle he elicited from your lips was contagious and had him chuckling as you playfully pushed him onto his side. Soon enough his arms were secured around your waist with his chest pressed firmly against your back. His lips were gently ghosting across the shell of your ear as he whispered, “goodnight, my survivalist girl.”

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angeltuesday · 2 years

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Stories that I have been and still am utterly obsessed with

An in posterity list of all the fics that have caused me to read on buses, not study and take extra long walks to think about.

The Life and Times by Jewels5 - The one the only. Opened the flood gates. A religious experience and the first fan fiction I ever read. Theres just something magical about it.

And the Wolves All Cry by monroeslittle - All i can say is I started this at night during dissertation season, read it on the bus to the library and for hours at the library, then gave up before even opening my dis and went home to keep reading.

The Bet by @smileyjily - j'adore. so so many great themes, games and side characters. Marlene’s articles have a spacial place in my brain.

An Unhealthy Fixation With Aurors by Oynnej - An A* plot and the most badass Lily Iv come across.

What Are You Doing To Me? by @tiffanytoms - Had me in a chokehold. Would cheek updates daily. Perfect ratio of smut, angst, mystery and fluff.

Stay Here Tonight by monroeslittle - Every single thing Monroeslittle writes in insanely good. Muggle Lily and wizard James au

Sunshine in My Eyes by monroeslittle - Same applies. James and Lily are childhood friends. Another Lily being incredibly badass story.

Love and Other Tragedies by Fancyeyes - Fantastic plot, strong Lily and one of the best oc’s ever created.

All Over Again by Lili Evans dotcom - Cant really remember but there was an epic twist and if something makes me cry it makes the list.

We Used to be Friends by baguette2016 - I love Jily and Veronica Mars is my favourite TV show.

Among Her Least Favorite People by NajwaBarlaam - The first half of this just did something to me (I love pain apparently) I didn’t love where the second half went and maybe thats why I obsessively thought of other ways it could have gone.

Runaway Love by WhtChoc - I think I had just read one too many sweet canon stories and this was a shock to the system that rocked me. Very different from the usual Jily. Less a Jily story more just a story

If We Never Meet Again by thequibblah - I was in a fanfic slump and thought that maybe I had just read everything I was going to like when I stumbled across this and read it until it got light.

One shots/drabels

Filthy by knapsackparachute - I want more. Smut with moral quandary?...

Vindicated by @missgryffin - I Want MORE. A* plot and second chance jily.

the stones that slow your feet by @argyledpenguin aka Monroselittle - If its not already clear I am in love with everything she writes.

Let's do something you're not supposed to by Oynnej - all of Oynnej’s stuff in quickly fun.

Tempestuous by Jasu - Cant super put my finger on it but I read it then forgot the name and then spent an hour trying to find it so it must have had a something something to it.

WIP’s

Secret Keeper by missgryffin - Im currently obsessed with, the one im checking up on compulsively and waking up to read when the notifications comes in late at night.

and all the pieces fall by - @downn-in-flames Had to google synonyms for obsessed: hounded, tormented, consumed and bedevilled.

These Cruel Delights by @chiechie97 - I grew up in fashion and its fun to see a world I know + the chemistry is hot.

Come What May by @cesays - More synonyms beguiled and bewitched. A Moulin Rouge au

Controlled Addiction by @hogwartslivy - Love the concept, imagery and drama.

to love, softly by @theesteemedladydebourgh - Only two chapters but Im hooked

Eternal Summer by missgryffin - So fun to see a Hogwarts fic where they are actually a couple and not just the build up.

Tiny Miracles by Chiechie97 - Love me a surprise baby

Stories from other ships that are too good not to include

The Fallout by Everythursday- No words, one of my favourite things ever written, ever! I could go on for days about how brilliant it is but I but also couldn’t t because id cry. I didn’t ship dramione before reading it and I still don’t really but I ship everythursday’s version INTENSELY.

Have Heart, My Dear by monroeslittle - Hunger Games au

I dreamed you a sin (and a lie) by monroeslittle - The 100 mafia au with undercover Bellamy and Clark

Love is Not a Whisper (or a weakness) by monroeslittle - The 100 au

#jily #fic recs #jily fic recs #i caught two things this pandemic and one was a hyper fixation #a list to remember all the fic i have loved

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Don't Forget/ 1

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 3.9k

Includes- Angst, mentions of accident, amnesia, heartache, caretaking, some fluff, unconditional love

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

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Part 2

J POV

"Your name is min, Yoongi", I say, holding his hand, brushing his hair behind his ear

"You were born in Daegu, South Korea. You live in Seoul, South Korea. You're 29 years old"

He doesn't say anything, just looks straight ahead, his hand limp in mine but I keep playing with his hair

He used to love that and I hope it's still a comfort to him

It breaks me to see him like this

Barely responsive

I don't know if he hears me or understands what I'm saying

But the doctors told me to say this every time I come see him

It could help him remember, it could make him want to try to speak more if he hears my voice

I will do anything for him, no matter what it is

Anything to help him

"You're in a group called BTS. You're a rapper. Composer. Lyricist. Performer. A pianist. A guitarist. A musical genius"

Over the months he's been in the rehab center the doctors told me to add more information and details to what I say to him, to try to jog his memory

"You're famous, you have millions of fans all over the world called ARMY. You have dozens of awards for your hard work with the guys and your solo work"

I've showed him pictures of the guys, they've come to visit too but they get no reaction either

Same with his parents

Still I have a small album I bring everyday and show it to him, naming the guys, his parents, his brother, Holly, anyone important in his life

Sometimes he'll raise his eyebrow or he'll stare hard at the picture before his eyes flit away

But he doesn't say anything or acknowledge anything

I know it has to be hard for him too

I don't want to push him which is why I keep these sessions under an hour, then spend the rest of the day with him doing whatever he wants

Which isn't much

I take him outside to the small garden they have here where he can sit to get some sun

We watch TV

He naps

He goes to rehab in the mornings to improve his walking, his speech and his fine motor hand skills

All that was damaged

He's slowly getting better but I don't know how his brain was affected

The doctors don't either

They know he lost almost all of his memories and they think all his cognitive skills are intact from his sessions with them

The doctors get more of a reaction from him

He answers yes or no questions with a nod or shake of his head

They told me that he does speak sometimes but it's a struggle and he becomes discouraged

They want me to try to get him to talk but I'm not going to force him just because they want him too

He needs to do it at his own pace

"You're an amazing man Yoongi"

The doctors think he's depressed which explains his lack of speaking and interest in anything

I think he's depressed too and I hate it

I've been around when he was depressed and it can get bad

So I approved the psychologist sessions and anti-depressants too

I know him, all of him and I'd know what he'd want

He wouldn't want to be depressed

I've known him since we were little

We got together officially in high school and it's always been us

No breaks, no break ups, just me and him

High school sweethearts and all that stuff

I've loved him my whole life and I will never stop

He was in love with me the same as I was with him and I hope he still does

But I don't know because he doesn't respond

I don't know if he knows who I am or if his feelings for me are still there

It kills me to think about but I hold out hope that he still does

"I'm Min, Joanne. Your wife", I say, trying to keep my voice steady, "We have been married for three years"

Together for 15, married for three of those 15 years

I've never looked at anyone else, never worried about the whole being with someone else to see what's out there stuff people used to tell me

I didn't want what was out there

I wanted him

He felt the same and told me that but I was skeptical because of BTS

He's famous, girls everywhere were willing to throw themselves at him

He was around female idols and female ARMYS who are way prettier, way sexier than I am

But he proved to me everyday that he was serious when he said that I was the only one for him

He meant it and I'm so grateful for him

"I love you so much. And you loved me", I say, hoping it's still true

I fix our hands, lacing our fingers together and kiss the back of his hand

His eyes move to our hands for a few seconds then back to nothing

At least it's something

Looking at him, he doesn't look at me, his face staring straight again

He is so beautiful

The scars he has on his face and head from the accident, don't take away from his beauty

He's always been everything to me

He's the love of my life

"You're my everything Yoongi. My sun, my moon, my stars, my heart. My naekkeo"

I take a second to compose myself before tears burst out

I don't want to cry in front of him

I don't want him to feel guilty or upset

Nothing is his fault and I won't make him feel like it is

"I'll do anything for you naekkeo. Anything. I love you."

I pause for a little, to hopefully let what I'm saying sink in

And to give him a chance to respond

After ten minutes of complete silence, I decide to continue and pull out the album to show him the photos

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I sit next to him on his bed, holding his hand, visiting hours almost over

I absolutely hate leaving him here overnight but I can't do anything about it

I'm not allowed to stay

No visitors are

Turning to him, I start speaking softly

"I won't be able to come tomorrow baby"

He doesn't turn his head from the tv

I doubt he's even watching it

It's just on for noise

But still I continue, just in case he's listening

I have to go to court tomorrow to speak at the sentencing hearing

I don't want to

I want to be with him but his lawyers say that it will help if I spoke, letting the court and the defendant know how much her actions damaged Yoongi's life

It could make her sentence longer

And I always said I'd do anything for him and I will

I just hate that it has to be away from him

I slowly run my hands in his soft black hair

It's longer now and I like it

I don't know if he does or if he wants to cut it

There are bigger problems than a hair cut right now

"I have to do something tomorrow. I have to go to court to talk about the accident. To make sure the sasaeng who did this to you gets the full sentence. I don't know how long it will take at the court. Maybe all day. So don't think I'm not here because I don't want to be. I do. This is just something I have to do ok? I'll be back on Saturday", I promise him

His eyes, expression, body stays the same

No movement except for the little tremors in his hand that are always there, making his fingers twitch

Tears well up in my eyes but I force them back

When I leave here, I can fall apart like I do every night

I miss sleeping with him so much, miss having him in my arms, kissing his cheeks, rubbing his back, playing with his hair

Every night I ask whoever is out there why

Why this had to happen to him?

What did he do for this to happen?

Why take his memories?

The damage to his body was bad enough but to take his memories away, leaving him not knowing who he is or the people in his life?

It's cruel

But like always, I never get an answer

"Come naekkeo, I'll help you into bed

Helping him lay down, I pull the blankets up, tucking him into bed

I leave the tv because he likes having the noise and he'll fall asleep to it eventually

"I love you so much naekkeo. If I don't see you tomorrow, I'll see you on Saturday"

Leaning down, I kiss his cheek and for a brief second I lean my head against his, just breathing in the scent that is Yoongi

He still smells the same and his smell gives me some comfort

"Love you", I whisper, then force myself to move away from him

My heart breaks as I walk to his room door

I turn back to him, hating seeing him look so small in that big bed, a look of emptiness on his face

I force myself to walk out of the room, tears streaming down my face as I make my way down the hallway

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Glaring at the back of the defendant's head, anger surges in me and I want to kill her

Just fucking cut her head off or stab her

Yoongi is the way he is now because of this cunt

Because she had to follow him in his car after seeing him in a store

She had to speed after him and crash into his car because she wanted to kill them both so they could be together forever

She was under the delusion that she and him were in a relationship and was upset that he was married to me

She wanted both of them to die to get him away from me

A crazy sasaeng

Getting that call from the cops was the single most terrifying thing to ever happen to me

I couldn't believe what I was hearing and it didn't feel real

I don't remember much from that phone call

I remember screaming and crying, driving like a mad man to the hospital, demanding to see him when I was in the ER

The guys were already there and they brought me to their waiting room where they explained what happened

And I fucking lost it

I remember the complete and total fear that he was going to die

The white hot rage at this bitch

The screaming, the hysterical crying, Hobi and Namjoon trying to calm me down

Then came the numbness

The waiting

And the utter relief when I was told he was alive

He made it but there would be complications

It didn't matter because he was alive and I was going to help him anyway I could

The second worst thing to happen was him waking up and not recognizing me

He couldn't talk but he refused to look at me

He kept his eyes closed, shaking his head over and over

It wasn't just me he did it to, doing the same thing when the guys came to see him

The pain from hearing the doctors tell me he lost his memories a few weeks after he woke up was immense

All that time I didn't know what was happening with him, why he wouldn't look at me when I was with him or acknowledge I was there

Finally finding out the reason for all that was a good thing but it still was devastating

This cunt has no idea what she did to him

I want to strangle her

She doesn't even look fazed when I came in and saw her sitting here

She was talking to her laywer and smiling like everything was good

My hatred is burning and I don't hear anything else going on

I've been here since the morning, so many delays happening that pushed the time well into the afternoon

Yoongi's parents are talking right now and I'm next

Then Namjoon, representing BTS

After ten more minutes, the judge thanks his parents and they sit down

"Min, Joanne", the judge calls

I take a breath, standing up, holding the paper with what I'm going to say

I had to write it down because if I just spoke from my heart, I know I'll break down

I also know I'll curse this cunt out

Getting to the podium, I put the paper on the flat desk part and take a breath

"I'm Min, Joanne, Yoongi's wife. I'm here to let the jury, the judge, the defendant, the world know what has happened to Yoongi"

I pause, my hands shaking a little

"This woman has turned Yoongi's life upside down. With that one idiotic decision to crash into his car she took everything away from him. His career, his life, everything"

I turn to the woman, seeing her glare at me in hate

I push my rage down to do this

"Because of you, Yoongi can't speak well. He had to learn how to speak again. He had to learn to walk again. His hands constantly shake and he can't stop it. He lost his memories of his whole life, leaving him not knowing who he is, who the people he loves and who love him are"

I fist my hands to keep them from shaking as tears begin to fall

Just remembering how he's suffering kills me

"You took his career away forever. He can't rap. He can't dance. He can't play any instruments. He can't create melodies, songs, anything that he used to do for BTS. The things he loved to do. The things that made him him. You took music away from him for your stupid selfish reasons"

She just sits there still glaring, my words having no effect on her

"Yoongi needs physical therapy every day to help him walk, to strengthen his hands, arms, fingers. He still has trouble walking. He refuses to speak because he can't speak as fast as he thinks, he slurs words, stammers and speaks in incomplete sentences. That makes him depressed and frustrated on top of everything else he feels"

I continue, "Yoongi has been in the rehab facility for almost a year. It took him almost a month to wake up from the initial accident because he was in a coma. Yoongi can't come home, can't be in a place that is familiar to him, a place that could help with his memory because he is not well enough to go home"

I feel the anger rising inside me as this bitch rolls her eyes at my words

And I'm done

"You have some fucking nerve sitting there, glaring at me, rolling your fucking eyes, while I tell you how you ruined his life, how he's suffered because of you. You're going to prison and I hope you never get out. Because if you do you better watch your fucking back", I snarl

"Mrs. Min, please", the judge says

I hear him but I don't care

I hate this woman even more with how she reacted to Yoongi's condition

She supposedly loves him so much but she acts like she doesn't care about him

"Fuck you", I snap at her, then grab my paper and leave the podium

I don't stop walking, storming out of the court room, not waiting to hear what anyone has to say

I need to get out of there or I will lose it

I'll lunge towards her and choke her out, kill her and then they'll be no one to take care of Yoongi

That can't happen

I need to be there for him

Taking out my phone, I text Namjoon that I'm leaving

Looking at the time, I figure I can make it home in time for my online class

I'm taking classes to be Yoongi's home attendant so I could bring him home

I can't take him without a certificate so I've been working on it since the accident

I'll be done in two more months then he can come home with me

If he wants to

Sighing, I head to my car, wiping my eyes, wishing I was going to see Yoongi.

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"Hi naekkeo", I greet him as I walk into his room on Saturday

To my surprise, he turns his head to me, looking at me as I get closer to him

I give him a soft smile, bending down and kissing his cheek

As I take my coat off, he turns back to the tv

Well at least he looked

It's all I can ask for

Sitting next to him, I take his hand and start on the whole speech

I like to do it right away so it's not looming over the visit

Best to get it out of the way

"Your name is Min, Yoongi"

I steadily go through everything about him before moving on to me and our life

"I-", I start

"Yyyy....you...r....Jo", he struggles to say, my heart pounding at the speed of light hearing his voice

He turns his head and faces me full on

In his eyes I see recognition and I'm floored

He remembers me?

"My www-iiii-ffffee"

He slowly lifts his hand and touches his wedding ring on the necklace I'm wearing

They gave it to me at the hospital and I didn't feel right forcing him to wear it when he didn't remember me so I put it on a chain and wear it until he wants it back

Whenever that would be

"You. Lov. Me."

I nod, tears that I can't hold back, pouring down my face

He's talking

Oh my god, I didn't realize how much I missed his voice

"And I....I....I....love you"

I nod, so happy that he remembers the things I've been telling him

That he was hearing me and understanding

"I. Am. You. You. You", he struggles, stopping for a second to breathe in a few times, speaking slowly, "Everything. You Sun. Moon. Stars. Heart. Naekkeo"

"Yes baby you are", I answer, gently touching his cheek

This time he moves his face into my hand, his hand holding on to my wrist

I'm so happy he's better today

For him, not for me

I hope once everything physically gets better, his depression will get better

He'll be better

"You do anything. For. Me", he gets out

I nod, wiping my eyes, "Always Yoongi. Always"

He lets go of my wrist, his arms struggling to move around me

I help him, moving closer and moving his arms around my body

He pulls me to him and hugs me surprisingly tightly

And I just melt in his arms, the feeling of finally holding him such a powerful feeling

Like I'm home

"I. love...you Jo", he says softly and that does it

I break down, sobbing, burying my face in his neck

I just need a few minutes

I've been barely holding it together every time I'm with him but now, hearing him say he loves me, fills me with pure joy

"D. D. Don't cry. Jagi", he says, effectively making me cry harder, hearing him say the nickname he always called me

"I love. You. So...so..so much", he tells me

"I love you more than anything Yoongi. So much"

He has no idea how deep my love for him is

Words can't describe it

He is my life, my universe, my absolute everything

After a few minutes, I calm down, stop crying and am able to move back to face him

He gives me his gummy smile that I haven't seen in months

It's like I'm seeing it for the first time and I'm just in awe of how beautiful he is

"Do you remember?", I ask

"A ..a ..little bit", he answers, "I...I...I. miss yyyy..you. Yesterday."

"I'm sorry naekkeo. I missed you too. I didn't want to be away from you", I say gently

"I. Know. I remember...what you say. You go go go tttt.... to uh...court"

I nod, glad he does remember

Glad that he doesn't think I just didn't want to come

That would never be the case

"When I miss. You. I rrrrr....remember more", he gets out, "First kiss. Wedding. You support me. In everything."

"You remember those things?", I whisper, tears welling in my eyes but a smile on my face

"Yes. I. Don't. Remember everything", he says, softly touching my cheek, his hand trembling

I hold on to his wrist, turning my head, kissing his palm

"But I know you. I love you", he finishes, "My. Jagi. My world"

I just smile, a few tears falling

"I love you Yoongi. Always. Forever"

He nods once, "Forever"

I feel so much happiness, so much relief and so much hope that this will be the start of him getting better

His hand moves down my face, his fingers softly trailing along my skin, trembling slightly

I close my eyes, his fingers feeling so good and heating every nerve

I missed his touch so much

Just to even hold his hand, I want it so much

His fingers touch his wedding ring around my neck

"Can. Can I. Wear it?", he asks

"Of course naekkeo", I answer, smiling as I raise my arms to take the necklace off

Unclasping the chain, I take his ring off and hold it out to him

He takes it and I watch him struggle to move his hand to his other, frustration on his face

I move my hand around his, steadying his and guiding it to his other

I hold his other hand too, straightening his fingers for him

He winces, making me panic, "I'm sorry"

"It oo.oo... ok. Hurts a. Little"

Ok we have to make this quick

I don't want him to hurt more

I get his fingers of his other hand to hold the ring then help him slide it back on his left ring finger

"There naekkeo", I say, letting go of his hands

He brings his hand up, looking at the ring, a soft smile on his face

"We. Mmm...married"

I reach up, running my fingers in his hair, "Yeah baby. We're married. I love you"

"I love. You"

He reaches out for my hand and I immediately take his, gently intertwining our fingers

"Jo. Can. Can I come. Come. Come. Home?", he asks, "Why. I here?"

I might as well tell him

"Yoongi you have a lot of.... complications from the accident"

He nods, "Yes"

"And it will be hard for you to be home without a nurse or a qualified caregiver"

"I need nurse?"

I nod, "Yes naekkeo. And I'm not one so they won't let me take you. Here they have nurses and doctors right outside your room"

His face falls, "So I stay? Not go home?"

I squeeze his hand reassuringly, "Just for two more months"

"Two. Months? Why?"

"In two months I graduate from school so I can be your caregiver. I've taken all the classes for it and I finish in two months. Then I can take you home"

A smile forms on his face and it's stunning

"Ok jagi. I wait. Two. Months", he says, "Then I stay. With...with...with you?"

I nod, smiling, "Then you stay with me. At home"

"Ok"

We sit in silence for a few seconds but this time I'm not anxious or ready to burst into tears

This time I'm happy and hopeful

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mistrdctr · 3 months

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

——— BASICS!

NAME: L.

PRONOUNS: she/her they/them

ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius

TAKEN OR SINGLE: Taken (married)

——— THREE FACTS!

I am a cat mom, I have two british short hair annoyances who I love dearly despite them constantly trying to get my attention 24/7

I am an artist - I have been unable to do much art lately though, but man, I hope I can again soon when my brain lets me again... I sometimes even write fics but whenever I RP here on tumblr, I do not really write fics as all my energy goes into RPing lol

I am self-employed and have an Etsy shop where I sell stuff for jewelry-making. It cannot support my life though, but at least I do something :'D

——— EXPERIENCE!

PLATFORMS USED: I always have been RPing on tumblr, and more recently also on Discord but sparsely so

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: I love all of that, honestly! I love plotting, but plotting oftentimes comes hard to me, so winging stuff takes a bit of pressure away and memes can just open up so many possible plot lines that can then be discussed and help to get the muses to know each other and develop a relationship... so yeah!

——— MUSE PREFERENCE!

GENDER: I always write male muses. Always has been the case, always will be. Idk why that is but I just can work much better with them

MULTI OR SINGLE: I always had single blogs, then started a multi a while ago but immediately turned it back into a single before switching fandoms (lol). I just... can't do multis. I prefer to have 'separate dashes' - it also makes me nervous not to know with which muse someone wants to interact when following me, so single muse blogs it is so I know when someone follows they want the muse I portray there. So man if you are a multi, kudos to you, I could never it's so stressful!

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): Uh. Interesting question. I think using Yo.utu.bers / blo.gger.s etc as FCs is cringe and I feel uncomfortable with it and I won't interact with you if you do. Also RPing a real-life person as the real-life person, I am not a huge fan of that either and I won't interact

——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT

FLUFF: I love it so much. Literally what keeps me alive

ANGST: I love angst a lot - however, if it happens between muses I ship and/or best-friend muses / muses that are very close (family etc), said angst NEEDS to be mixed into fluff. Like, I love to have very angsty moments that happen in between but I need to have an happy ending to the Angst? I cannot write bad endings for close muses. It fucks with my mental state and writing has always been a happy place for me - so while I love to hurt myself, I need to have something happy to make the pain go away lol does that make sense?

SMUT : I actually am quite used to writing smut, and I have been writing smut for a long time - and I would say I am okay at doing it (I think lol, so far no one has really complained). So, I am totally okay with smut - but I prefer to have some OOC contact with the other mun and chemistry needs to exist between the muses you know? Also sometimes, while I love writing smut, I just can't write it with my brain going 'ehhh', so I cannot do nonstop smut and would prefer to have smut in between and also other things between the muses happening.

tagged by: Stolen from @ravarui tagging: You! Tag me in it if you take it I wanna read my mutuals' answers ♥

#OOC;#(i saw this and was like 'ok why not haha')#(so here it is)

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evi-mads · 2 years

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Mission Failed, Successfully

Couple: Fem!Henderson!Reader x Steve Harrington

Summary: 20 year old Y/N Henderson had just finished Purdue and decided to go back to her lovely hometown, Hawkins. It all seems dreamy until she finds out about Dustin's little plan of you and your ex to get back together.

You'll find a whole lot of: angst angst angggstttuh, kind of fluff, violence, reader with anxiety, reader leaving steve cuz reader thinks steve deserves better, insomnia, jealous steve.

this is an AU where Vecna doesn't happen and stuff are changed according to the story

a/n: thank you for all the attention that the first part got, my writing isn't that good as the fan favorites but i appreciate the attention i got!

Part 2- Spy Max

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2:17AM

You couldn't sleep that night.

Not because you were in love with the guy, (you totally were) but because of the mumble Steve had let out on your little quarrel earlier.

You walked back and forth in your room, trying to figure out if what he said was "Why'd you wonder who the girl is" or "I wonder who that girl is"

Still, you were only an ex. You don't know why you were obsessed with finding out what he said, given that you told your only friends in Hawkins (that being Eddie and Nancy) that you were totes over him. (You definitely weren't)

Despite Nancy and Eddie being the TOTAL opposite of each other, they some how bonded together and the three of you made the best trio. Brains, Looks, Looks and Brains. (You were the brains, as what you called your self)

Before you could get out of your room to get a glass of water, Dustin opened your door and looked real tired.

"Y/N, I wish you luck with your love life but I need to sleep, I have a session in 6 hours with Mike and Will and, whatever, please let me sleep." He complained, yawning in between words.

You nodded shyly in response and mouthed "sorry". He closed the door and you heard another door open, it closing seconds after.

You fell back to your bed, face frowning because you still didn't figure out what it meant.

Seconds later, you heard your phone ring, running to it to answer. You didn't want to bother Dustin no more. You felt bad as he needed sleep and all you were giving him was 2 minute naps.

"Hello?" You whisper, waiting for the other person on the line to answer.

"Its Eddie, Jesus Christ. Its 3:21 in the morning." He whispers-shouts. You were shocked by hearing Eddie's voice. You failed to go around his trailer because you thought he was off to college. You were 2 grades above him, but he never failed to treat you like the best little sister.

You thought he only got held back once, jokes on you!

"Held back, really? Twice?!" You ask sarcastically, giggling.

"Dustin told me you won't sleep." He said in a rough voice, sounding like a little birdie woke him up.

Well, a little birdie did, in fact, wake him up.

"You totally aren't over Steve, Y/N. Your insomnia's kicking in again." He commented, yawning at the end.

It was a fact, but you didn't want it to be a fact.

"So.." You reply, heart beating rapidly.

You didn't want to break up with him, but you needed to put an end to your spiraling mind. "Does he think I'm ugly?" "Am I acting spoiled?"

"So get up, and ask him. Maybe get some sleep, y'know." he suggested.

"I can't, Dustin doesn't know and I don't want him knowing." You yawn, tapping your foot lightly.

"Can't help you, sis. G'night" he ends the call quickly.

You fall back again into your bed, feeling more doozy than before.

...

8:16AM

You woke up in an awkward position, head aching.

You stood up, put on a shirt and headed to the kitchen while wearing an oversized crop top and pajama shorts.

Your eyes roamed around the kitchen, seeing Max, Will, Mike, Lucas, El, Robin, Eddie, and.. Him.

"Is this your hang out place now?" You let out a laugh, preparing your PB&J breakfast.

They all nod in agreement, others just ignoring me and eating whatever was in our cabinets.

Mom had left for work earlier than anticipated, leaving me and Dustin alone for a couple of hours until they came to the house.

"Eds! I cannot believe I'd be seeing you again after 4 years." You run to him, heading in for a hug.

You both hugged for a good second, pulling back seconds later.

He kissed your cheek and tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling, "get him back" he whispered for only the both of you to hear.

You only ignore what he said, walking back to your seat and giving him a "stop doing that" look.

You felt extremely uncomfortable just because you knew Steve was only playing with you; that's why he (kinda) flirted with you on your past encounters. He was just flirting with you. No more, no less.

He nodded and walked closer to Lucas to talk with him.

Steve looked, jealous. He gave you the jealous look. He sighed when you were talking to Eddie, and sighed when he kissed you on the cheek.

"Whats the agenda today?" You took a bite on your sandwich, voice muffled as you spoke

"The hangout place, close to the park. Steve rented it." Dustin answered, checking his bag to see if he had left anything he needed in his room.

"Yeah, its gonna be so fun, there's guitars and cards and shit!" Robin added, giggling out of excitement.

"You should come, you know. You look like the type of person who would enjoy Truth or Dare!" Max suggested, grinning like she'd seen an angel.

"Max, snap out of it. You look like you have a crush on the chick" Robin jokingly nudges Max, causing Max to slightly feel embarrassed

"It happens, babe. Can't help being pretty!" You say jokingly, taking a sip of your water before placing it on the kitchen counter, winking at Max as you do so.

"I don't really mind, If Max wants me to come, I will. I gotta make sure its okay for whoever will pay for the fees though, I am very clumsy" You laugh, searching for answers on whos gonna pay.

You see Steve awkwardly raising his hands, gulping and tapping rapidly on the island.

You nod your head and say, "Sure, I have to change though. 20 minutes!" You hurriedly went back to your room to get ready.

...

Steve's POV

He yawned and sat in his chair, thinking about something.

"Steve, are we even gonna fit the car?" Dustin asks, but no. There was no response. Instead, it was just Steve looking into the counter, looking like he'd seen a demon.

Dustin called him twice, thrice, four times, and five times.

Still no response.

"Dude, you've been acting so weird ever since you met Y/N. Do you have a thing for her or something?!" Dustin questioned, looking over to find a flustered Steve.

"Shit" Eddie mumbles under his breath, looking over at Robin, who so clearly knew everything.

The only people that knew about it were you, Nancy, Eddie, Steve and soon Robin.

"Shit! Shit! They definitely know something! Spill it out, headshits!" Max excitedly yells, waiting for the three's response.

Steve stepped out of the trance as he heard one of his kids curse, turning his attention to Max.

"Mayfield, watch your mouth. I'd rather you be all up on Y/N than cursing me out like i'm some boy you lost digdug to!" Steve scolded Max, Max slightly frowns and looks away.

Dustin sighs, his hand falling on the cold counter, it making a sound.

"Oh my gods! Do you dipshits not realize that there's always some sort of sexual tension when they're near each other? I bet they have cwushies on each other oR.." Max yells out of the blue, thinking hard, only for her to realize that..

They might've dated.

"No shit!" Max denied.

"N– Well— Y– Maybe." he mumbles, slowly regretting life's decisions.

"Oh shit! Steve dated the once sweetheart of Hawkins!" Max laughed pointing at Steve, almost dying of laughter.

Sweetheart of Hawkins. You were indeed once the sweetheart of Hawkins, not until you left for college, you were replaced with none other than Chrissy Cunningham. And a LOT of people tell you that she isn't half as pretty as you are. Its tolerable. But you don't really like being compared. Especially to a senior.

"Your fucked, Harrington. Ya hear me? Fucked!" Eddie laughs, covering his face with his hands, almost slipping out of his chair.

"My SISTER?!" Dustin shouted, fake gagging and making sounds of disgust.

"I knew it! They we're head over heels for each other!" Mike joins, laughing and pointing.

...

"Whats going on in there?!" You ask yourself.

You had a pretty clean look, a pink one-off shoulder shirt, white mini shorts and lycra tights. Put your hair into a bun and clear lipgloss on your lips.

You get out of your room, only to see everyone happy except for Steve, Dustin and Robin

You realize.

Some shit is about to go down.

...

The car drive consisted of everyone being noisy except Eddie, Dustin and Steve. They knew how much you got mad when boundaries were crossed, and they'd be lying if they said that you wouldn't kill Steve if you found out that Dustin knew about your guys' relationship.

You decided not to question it, too scared to turn down the excitement of the kids for the Hang Out place they rented.

Steve stole quick glances when he thought you weren't looking, boy. You were.

It made your whole body explode in some sort of way, butterflies finding their way to your stomach.

...

TBC! ❤️

#writers on tumblr #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things s4 #dustin henderson #writing #eddie munson #reader insert #fanfic #steve x reader

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wrensemptydiary · 1 year

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post yes & no's, plus characters I'll write for!! (and even more info abt my writing style and a tiny introduction)!

hi!! my names wren, you can call me wren or any variation of wren like wrenny, etc etc. i use he/him pronouns and im very fruity 😩 i also use texting tones because YES. this is my quick and tiny introduction, but i hope you enjoy my content. NOW... heres my yes and no's for writing, plus characters I'll write for and all that good stuff! have a great day, and hopefully a good time reading<3

yes's :

fluff (ya know, the casual cuddling, long talks, vents, rants, everything like that! per say, a character vented to another character and they cuddled afterward. that would be considered fluff under my page :]])

angst (i feel like everyone already knows what this is, and i also feel like it would be the same on everyones' pages, but ya know, just in case! per say a character death, someone cries into someone else's arms, a break-up, arguements. stuff like that is considered angst on my page!)

smut/nsfw (do i really have to explain this...)

slight smut/slight nsfw (nothing too serious, not an actual smut fic, but if characters made out in it or some serious fucking tension (or something sexual was implied), that would be a reason why one of my posts would have slight smut/slight nsfw on it!)

kinky shit (smut/nsfw but bring it to a wayyyyyyyyy bigger level. BY THE WAY. i will always put a warning and all of the kink/turn ons that will be in my nsfw posts before the actual fic!!)

i will write custom ships, depending on the characters ages and if the ship is actually appropriate

i will be taking submissions/requests (like i said for custom ships, if its an appropriate request. pls don't request bad stuff lmao.)

honestly, this all depends on how frisky im feeling, but i most likely, probably will write x reader stories/one shots. its a maybe. (maybe most likely means yes)

here are yes's for the type of people i want on my page

criminal minds fans

the matrix fans (I LOVE U ALL)

supernatural fans (if u ship wincest i hope you fall into a cliff)

monster drinkers

people who edit (omg same bestie)

people who can actually handle jokes 😇

arctic monkey fans

lgbtqia+ community (ilyasm hello fellow lgbees)

life is strange fans (PLEASE INTERACT ILY ALL SM)

mcu fans (y'all are one of my favs ily)

PEOPLE WHO PLAY GENSHIN IMPACT ‼️‼️

bookworms 💕

SALLY FACE FANS. (hand in marriage rn)

MCU fans

AND MORE BUT THIS IS ALL I CAN THINK OF FOR NOW!!

character's i will write for :)

neo (the matrix)

trinity (the matrix)

bugs (the matrix)

niobe (the matrix)

finn (the 100)

bellamy (the 100)

octavia (the 100)

sam (supernatural)

dean (supernatural)

ryan (life is strange: true colors)

chloe (life is strange)

max (life is strange)

alex (life is strange: true colors)

rachel (life is strange: before the storm)

steph (life is strange: before the storm/life is strange: true colors (plus wavelengths))

warren [this is a maybe,....] (life is strange)

spencer reid (criminal minds)

aaron hotchner (criminal minds)

derek morgan (criminal minds)

emily prentiss (criminal minds)

JJ (criminal minds)

kaeya (genshin impact)

diluc (genshin impact)

aether (genshin impact)

[possibly] lumine (genshin impact)

rosaria (genshin impact)

lisa (genshin impact)

xiao (genshin impact)

zhongli (genshin impact)

tartaglia/childe (genshin impact)

venti (genshin impact)

kazuha (genshin impact)

AND!!! EVEN MORE,

HELLO HI SO,,,,, it is literally 3 am rn so my brain is not working at all, i will do way more characters than this, i just can't think of any off of the top of my head (spare me the embarrassment) so yeah! and depending on the circumstances, I'll even write for characters that arent on here. or on the no list! all you have to do is request and ill see,,, eventually........ /j

before the no's, here's my writing style!

so, for any people wondering, yes i do write correctly whenever im writing a fic. i do capatalize my i's and capatalize the first letter of every sentence, plus names (sometimes, unless its just not a very serious fic or oneshot then i wont pls no bullying xoxo). i just don't do all of that when im not writing, and sometimes i even do it by accident because its imprinted in my brain to write grammatically correctly. so, let me write a little paragraph about some random crap and show you guys that im not as horrible of a writer as i seem !

emily had never seen hotch in such a vulnerable state like this, holding onto lexi's cheek while she was in his lap as his tears fell onto her almost lifeless body. but before lexi could protest about how it was definitely a girl, the medics arrived in the room and took a look at her wounds before taking her out to the ambulance, hotch of course following with and going in the ambulance with her.

YEAH HELLO IM BACK YOOOOOO,,,, that was a little thing i wrote with my oc. so i only write in third person (most of the time) and that is because writing in second or first person is super hard for me?? with the amount of y/n stories i read it should be easy, but i guess not.

obviously when i have actual inspiration i will write probably 10x better than usual, whenever i dont have motivation or inspiration it feels like all my writiny abilities fall into a void (REAL, NOT CLICKBAIT)

and now...

no's :

i honestly only need a paragraph or two for the no's so

i wont write anything sexual for any type of incest or underaged characters, i wont write anything that actually disgusts me in general, and the basic no's. i wont write for certain characters in movies, shows, or video games because i either dont like to, havent seen the show/movie or havent played the game, or i just dont know how to write out that characters personality. i hope you guys understand!!

THANK YOU FOR LISTENING AND READING THIS FAR!! this will be pinned on my page for anyone who decides to request me and wonders what my yes and no's are, so yeah :] xx

#genshintalks #genshin impact #my writing #reading #wrensrants #romance #poetry #genshin smut #love poem #introduction #my fic #wrensemptydiary #enjoy xoxo #yes and no #pinned post #tumblr fyp #shitpost #wrens rants

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taigaihardluckart · 6 months

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Hi! My name is Taigai Hardluck also known as 'the creator' in my universe. I'm going to post here some #pictures and I plan to do #comics too. I've got Instagram and Wattpad both named the same as this account. Please note that I do these #stories and #art mostly for my own entertainment. I am a supporter as long as your actions don't affect others and I am probably the most understanding and odd person you can find. I don't care about my pronounce exapt calling me it. Please don't. I like #drawing, #writing and creating. And that should be enough about me. Now. What you can find here: swearing, #lgbt+, #fandoms, bad grammar, furies...yes, #angst, blood and injuries, adulty stuff, #fluff, bit of smud....maybe, but I will be giving off warnings ALWAYS AND MULTIPLE TIMES. My main/biggest story: @ww or another wrong world. I will appreciate any comments tho please keep them respectful. I do not wish to harm anyone, but I will also take no shit. I will be grateful for criticism, but only if you have the right to it. There will be things like adhd or ptsd as I try to include them once in a while to keep my art realistic so if you find mistakes on that matter please notify me. I will be glad to fix them. Lastly I ask for anyone mentioning or sharing my art to ask me first. Please understand I really dunno what am I doing I just come here to empty my brain and I share it to see if anyone likes it.

I'm moving from Instagram to here because (not that I seek attention that badly, but-) I feel like nobody sees my art and to be a little selfish. I posted my exact 248th post meaning I posted a lot of pictures because at least half of it are. And my most liked post has like 6 likes. I'm sorry but just see for yourself that I may have the right to feel underrated. So the first picture will be my most recent one and then I'll continue from my oldest that go to like- 2017. Just so you can see in comparison. I transferred here because I seek the thing people who draw have with their fans. Idk why but I just badly seek someone liking what I do. Anyway- Thanks for understanding! And have fun pups👋

#art #stories #comics #art for fun #lgbt+#fluff #new here #@ww

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starrybouquet · 2 years

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Star Trek, Stargate, and the Colors of Fandom

Like so many TNG fans the world over, the cast announcement for season 3 of Star Trek: Picard had me stunned, amazed, and then insanely over-the-top excited.

The entire TNG crew back together?!

It's the stuff of us fans' dreams.

When I need a serotonin boost, you bet I'll be playing that little preview video on repeat. (And reading co-showrunner Terry Matalas' tweets, which have been hilarious, if you haven't seen them.)

But my brain is still...my brain, and so of course it decided to insert its depressed, anxious thoughts into what should, by any measure, be 1 minute and 23 seconds of happiness.

If you're so excited about this, my depressed brain asked, why are you not at all excited about a new Stargate show?

Why are you so excited? my anxious brain asked. Aren't you worried they'll ruin everything you loved about TNG? You didn't like season 1 of Picard--remember?

My brain is depressed. And anxious. But it asks hard questions.

Really, I probably should have just ignored those questions. But it's my brain, and I can't really ignore them, so I started thinking. And this is what I came up with.

There are different colors of fandom.

Stargate is burnt orange. It's a blaze, burning, steady but true.

It's love and creation.

It's betrayal.

It grew from canon, yes, but really, my love for Stargate is its own thing now. I've fleshed out "my" versions of Jack and Teal'c and Sam and Daniel more fully than anyone could, in eight-ish seasons of TV. I write about them, I dream about them. I'm active in the fandom, and the community is better than the show. It's gotten me through a pandemic and given me friends and a writing hobby and a hundred photos of Richard Dean Anderson saved in my phone, and really, I'm grateful.

The betrayal I feel whenever I try to watch Avalon and see Cameron Mitchell, over and over, is both a blessing and a curse.

It's a curse because there's canon I cannot in good conscience like. At all. (I know many do enjoy it, and that's fine.) I waffle between disliking it and hating it and feeling like I'm an outsider among people who will just take canon as gospel, whether they like it or dislike it or just think it's meh. (There's a whole rant somewhere in there about how stupidly uncreative people are, trained to just follow the pack and too idiotic to do anything else. Not all of them, but some of them. But that's a post for another day.)

That betrayal is a blessing, too. That's what I realized when I sat down and tried to really think about the questions I was asking myself. The betrayal of canon is a blessing because it's the spark that causes me to write all the canon-divergent fluff deep in my heart. Canon-divergent angst, too, though that's much more difficult for me. It's a blessing that I should really be thankful for, because it forced me to create those versions of characters of which I am so proud. It forced me to write about them.

(I write about them far less than I'd like. But I do write about them.)

So I'm wary of a new show. The reasons I'm wary deserve their own post (there's one that's been sitting in my drafts for awhile--maybe it's time to release it into the world?) but really, I just need to let go of my wariness and embrace what Stargate has become to me. More than a fandom. Less than a complete show.

Anyway, Stargate is burnt orange. A blessing, a curse. Humor and loyalty and the campfire reflecting off four best friends who are closer than family. The color of the trees lining Jack's lake in the fall. The color of the sunrise Jack sees in Sam's smile.

TNG, though--TNG is indigo.

Calming. Serene. The color of royalty. Loyalty, too. (heh, a rhyme!)

TNG is royal. Untouchable, because somehow, despite the 80s spandex and the weird season 6-7 plots and the slightly problematic tone of some season 1-2 episodes, it is perfectly...complete.

I love every second of it.

Maybe it's nostalgia. (I spent so much of my childhood on the TNG DVD set.) Maybe I'm more willing to overlook the episodes I don't like. Maybe I--and I'm cringing as I type this--care about it less?

Yeah, that last one isn't true. What is true is that I really do love every second: the cringey seconds for being the cringe that washes away the seriousness, and the serious seconds for being some of the best sci-fi--scratch that, some of the best TV--that have ever been made.

Anyway, somehow I'm not too worried about TPTB ruining TNG. I've already made my peace with the fact that I'm always going to be on a different axis than most of the (active) Star Trek fandom. And, like I said, TNG is royal. It will stand like a statue, impervious to whatever we try to throw on top of it. It will stand there, and judge us, and that will be that.

Don't get me wrong, I'll definitely be disappointed if this reunion doesn't go the way I want it to. Somehow, though, I'm not so very bothered by that idea.

If I don't like it, I'll go back and watch All Good Things and imagine my own future for the best starship crew ever to grace a screen.

I hope I love it. But--sorry for being repetitive--TNG is indigo. The prospect of being fed a story I don't like doesn't burn the way burnt-orange SG1 does.

TNG is indigo like the depths of the ocean. The recesses of the night sky. Indigo like the surety of Picard's orders, the loyalty in Riker's grip on the observation room chair, the tilt of Guinan's hat and the steadiness of Crusher's hands. TNG is the color of Geordi's beloved warp core, glowing against the shiny 80s paneling of Engineering.

Maybe this reverses. Maybe I hate season 3 of Picard, and my indignation blazes up into red-hot fandom-ing. Maybe SG1 cools into cool seafoam green and there aren't any stories left in me. It's happened before, for other fandoms. It's the cycle of fandom life.

I don't know the future, but I'm going forward with a little more clarity on how I see my fandoms, and a little more color in my day. <3

#tng #pic #st pic #sg1 #stargate #stargate sg1 #overdramatic fandom essays #this probably sounds stupid to everyone #i'm sorry for that #but i guess it made me feel a little better?#so it's worth it?#idk self worth is hard #and now i'm rambling in the tags #sorry again #my blogstuffs

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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A Little Braver - Chapter 10

Evening everyone!

I have a present for you.

This lady here will be off on holiday for a week on Friday, so I thought about landing the new chapter tonight.

This one is a juicy one and I hope you will love it. A bit of fluff before the angst gremlin comes back for a visit.

This chapter comes with a smut warning. Yes, you read correctly. In the future I will be using FTB mostly because I find it difficult to write and keep it non cringy, but for this chapter I wanted to try and add some hotness.

Also, for those who haver read Island Dreams, I am heading to Lewis on my holiday, and i might post some photo of the locations mentioned in the fic.

Well, now i can let you enjoy the chapter

Aelin was at home sitting on the sofa, enjoying the food she had just ordered in, a bottle of beer and hockey. Her favourite team the Stags was playing an away game with the Skull’s Bay Pirates.

The Stags were in the lead in the championship and the Pirates were just in second place, which made that game quite an important one. She was glad she had the night off although they would usually all camp in the communal area of the firehouse and watch the game all together. At least being at home meant she could have a beer.

Ice hockey in Terrasen was a religion. She had been a fan of the Stags since she was a kid and her dad would take her to the games. Then Aedion became her hockey buddy and once she joined the station she started sharing the passion with the rest of the team and they would also go and watch the games all together if possible.

She took a sip of her beer and kneeled on the sofa, the game was getting intense and she could not stand still.

In that instant her phone went off and she let out a curse.

“Oh for crying out loud.”

“What?” She answered while her eyes were glued to the tv.

“Good evening to you as well.” Rowan sounded almost offended by her brisk tone.

“Whitethorn, I am watching the game.”

“Uh?”

Aelin groaned as something happened on the screen and the Pirates almost scored.

“Ice hockey, Whitethorn. You have been in Terrasen enough to know it’s a religion here.”

He replied with a low chuckle. Then she heard him move and then all of a sudden a noise in the background and realised he had his tv on “wonder if they show it here. Wendlyn is not big on ice hockey.”

“You can tell. Their team sucks.” She drank a bit more “I can tell you that we are winning for now against the Pirates.”

“That’s the big match of the season I am gutted I am missing it.”

Aelin got agitated and swore a few times during some actions.

“You are a very scary woman.” She heard him switch off the tv “do you want me to call later?”

“No,” she said softly. She was actually quite happy. Since he had left three days before they had talked quite a lot over the phone at night and she had started to love their ritual. He was the one calling once he was free and she loved that new dynamic of theirs.

“How was your day training?”

“Oh, just wonderful. I spend my days dealing with cocky idiots who think they are gods because they have been admitted to flight school. Then they go ahead, mess up the exercise for everyone, almost get killed and have no respect for rank.”

She let him vent “sounds like you have a bad class.”

Rowan sighed loudly “I have been a flight instructor for six years. I had a few bad apples along the way, but this class is hopeless.”

“Can you do something about it?” She was still following the game but her attention had shifted to him. He sounded quite down.

“I reported them to the academy Commandant. I explained that starting flight school with the wrong foot was not recommended.” Another sigh “In the end it’s their school and they can do whatever they want. I don’t care. Being reckless in a jet is like jumping into a fire in t-shirt and shorts.”

“That would be very bad.”

“I know what the fuck I am doing. I have been doing this for the past 12 years. I have been in combat. Real bloody combat. Those idiots have only seen simulators. What do I need to do to be taken seriously?” He was really mad and Aelin wished she could do something for him.

“Ro, two weeks and a half and you are out. You are back with your team and students that you like.”

“How’s the game going?” He changed the topic, clearly being done talking about it.

“We increased our lead.”

She heard a popping sound “did you just crack open a beer?”

“Oh yes, I need it.”

Aelin smiled “I am having one too. Brullo has this friend who opened a brewery and I bought a few bottles and they are so good.”

“You have such connections and don’t even tell me?”

“I am sorry your highness.”

“You are excused this time. But don’t make it happen again.”

Aelin laughed “what are you going to do? Spank me?” And she froze. She should really need to learn to connect brain and mouth.

“Depends, will you like it?” His reply surprised her so much that she froze with the bottle halfway to her mouth.

“You just have to hang around and see for yourself.”

He moaned “I will need to get back to you on this.”

“Will it help you decide if I tell you that I am wearing a hockey jersey and nothing underneath? I just had a shower…”

“Aelin…”

“What? Are you interested all of a sudden?”

“Obviously.” He groaned.

“I am teasing you, I have clothes on, but good to see where you stand.”

She heard him groan in frustration “you really are a menace and I don’t know why I bother with you.”

“You don’t have to stay on the phone if I irritate you so much. You are the one who called.” She bit back. Why they always end up fighting?

“I did not mean it like that.”

“Well then go and learn how to communicate with people because I am sick and tired of your attitude.” Her tone had grown angrier.

“Aelin, please. I was joking.” His voice was thick with sadness.

“No, I am so fucking tired of this.”

“Why can’t you believe that I was joking? Why do you always believe that I hate you?” He shouted back “I have been quite supportive with you recently. I have flown in to stay beside you after you lost a colleague. You have a problem with my attitude?” He vented “well, yours is not any better either.”

Aelin sighed “Rowan, why do we always end up like this?” She lay down on the sofa, the game completely forgotten “we had a nice conversation and then it always gets ugly between us.”

“I am sorry…” he paused and meant it “I have been looking forward to calling you. I had such a bad day that knowing I was going to phone you kept me going. I didn’t want any of this. I did not want to fight with you.”

“We are both bad at communicating.” She relaxed a bit. She did not want to fight with him either. And he was right, he had been supportive and amazing. Then she had an idea “Ro, I have four days of holidays coming up. I booked them ages ago, I had plans but they went to hell. Would it be crazy if I flew to Wendlyn? I will play tourist when you work and be out of your way, but what do you think?”

“I’d love that. Very much. It really sucks here.”

“It’s for this Friday. I known it’s short notice—” he interrupted her.

“No, it’s perfect. I don’t have a class this Friday, I can pick you up at the airport. Have Saturday and Sunday as tourists and I assume you are flying back on Monday.”

“Yes.” Her heart started racing. It was a crazy plan, but all of a sudden she was excited.”Let me check my roster, because if I finish at a decent time I can fly in Thursday night so we have three full days. Do you think you can manage that?”

“Happily.”

“Ok, stay there Buzzard, I am putting you on speaker phone.”

She ran to the kitchen and had a look at the calendar on her fridge with her roster and cheered loudly.

“Whitethorn,”

“What?”

“I come off shift at four. Now let me check for planes.”

She went to get her laptop and sat back on the sofa, “do you know any good airlines for Wendlyn?”

He laughed “Yes, my own plane.”

“Funny. Us common mortals don’t have that privilege.”

“I have no idea, Fireheart, I haven’t flown commercial in a lifetime.”

“Fine.” Aelin was silent for a few minutes typing away and looking for flight options. “Ok,” she said after a while “I can get one flight that gets me into Doranelle at 10.45pm your time, is it too late?”

“I guess I will postpone my nap.” He joked and she laughed back. He suddenly relaxed. The fight had been verging on vicious and he had not cared for that.

“On Monday I can fly back with a noon flight.”

“That one is perfect. I can drive you back to the airport and be back in time for my class.”

Aelin smiled wickedly “great, give me five minutes while I book it. Go and do grampa stuff in the meantime.”

“I am not a grampa.” Aelin heard him munching on something. Knowing him it was probably a carrot.

“Ok, now I need to find a place where to stay.”

“My flat?” He added shocked that she would think about staying anywhere else “Aelin, I have a flat. It has a second bedroom. And you don’t have to worry about giving me anything because it’s a flat owned by the airforce. It’s not a castle but it’s nice. You are not paying for a hotel.”

“Are you sure? Three days with me 24/7. That’s a lot of fighting.” She asked. She loved the idea, but wasn’t sure yet if they could survive that long in close quarters without killing each other.

“Perhaps we can leave the fighting aside and work on us?”

Aelin was silent for a moment “Us? As in…”

“As in more than two idiots fighting and pining for each other.”

Her heart pounded in her chest “Yeah, that would be intelligent, wouldn’t it?”

“Definitely.”

“But that’s a conversation for when you are here.”

Aelin smiled. She could not believe it was actually happening.

Rowan yawned over the phone “This grampa here would like to go to bed now. It’s quite late here.”

“Okay,” she said softly.

“I am looking forward having you here.”

Aelin hugged the pillow all excited “me too. Good night, Buzzard.”

“Good night, menace.”

Aelin squealed and threw the pillow at the other end of the living room in utter joy.

Thursday had finally arrived. Aelin thought the day would never come and that time had slowed down on purpose just to annoy her.

“Aedion you are in charge while I am away, will you be fine?”

The man was driving her to the airport “I will be. Go and enjoy your break. We will cope.”

“Ok, you know you can always call Dorian. He can come out on a call.” She was nervous. She hadn’t been away from the firehouse on holiday since before Sam died and was worried about her team.

“Stop fussing. We will be fine. You need a holiday. You haven’t been away in a lifetime. You deserve this.”

She breathed out, relaxing at his words. She knew she could trust Aedion and Dorian had given her his blessing too.

“Just tell airforce boy to behave or I’ll scratch his toy plane.”

Aelin laughed. Rowan seemed to have a problem with the army but Aedion’s dislike seemed just as strong. To her it was just hilarious.

They arrived at the airport, she grabbed her duffel bag and backpack from the backseat and went to hug Aedion “thank you for driving me.”

“Let me know when you land on Monday and I will come and pick you up again.” And he hugged her back.

They parted and Aelin walked into the airport with a spring in her step and the biggest smile ever.

Rowan realised he had arrived at the airport a bit too early. He was so eager to see her that he had arrived with an hour to spare. He was a thirty year old man giddy like a child waiting for winter solstice presents. Considering their track record, three days together could go down in flame or be a success. A part of him was definitely anxious at the prospect, but when Aelin had suggested the idea he had no doubts. He wanted to do it.

Bored, he paced the arrivals section when a woman walked past him and her trolley ran onto his feet. He almost shouted at the woman but then decided to ignore it.

He viewed airports as pure madness. Utter chaos and he hated them. The good thing about his job was that if he had to travel for work he could use his jet. And when he used to travel with Lyria they had always driven. Now he remembered why he had avoided those places of pure chaos.

He moved to the big window where he could see the runaway and for a while studied the airplanes. One of his ex squadron mates after retiring from the airforce had become an airline pilot and on plenty of occasion had tried to convince him to join him, but Rowan always declined. There was little enjoyment in flying that way.

While staring at the aircrafts landing and taking off, his hand was tapping on the handrail with excessive energy.

He huffed a puff and and bored kept wandering around the airport. He had alway considered himself a decently patient man, but in that moment he felt as if he could not wait any longer. Had to really tell himself that she was coming and that it was not his imagination playing tricks on him.

Luckily by the time his wandering was over, the arrivals notice board had changed the status of her flight to on approach and he went in front of the arrival section, knowing full well it would still be ages before her entrance.

Forty minutes later he saw her and he was positive he now had the most stupid grin on his face. He recognised her golden mane tied up in a complicated braid. Gods, she was stunning and Rowan did his best not to drool too much.

She was dressed in simple jeans and a hoodie from the Terrasen Fire department and he chuckled. He waved at her and called as well.

Her smile when she spotted him could have lit up the night sky and he was positive his heart had just skipped a beat.

Quickly an eagerly he walked to her, making his way through the crowd that had gathered.

She ran to him, then dropped her bags on the floor and in an instant she was in his arms. He lifted her up and kissed her. Not caring about the consequences. She was there. That’s all he cared about.

She kissed him back and for a while they were the couple that meets again after a long time apart and could not keep away from each other.

“You are here.” He said kissing her again and then brushed her hair in a tender gesture.

She smiled at him and slowly slid down from his arms.

He bent down and grabbed her bags “let’s go. You must be tired.”

Aelin took his hand and he did not pull away “the flight was crap. As soon as we hit the ocean it was bumpy as hell.”

Rowan chuckled “those civilian pilots struggling to handle a bit of wind.”

With her free hand she pinched his side “Meanie.” She told him “and it was bad and scary.”

He kissed her head “be glad that you have never experienced what a really terrifying flight his.” His voice was sad for a moment and Aelin squeezed his hand back.

“My car is over there.” They reached his vehicle and he dumped her stuff in the trunk.

It was fifteen minutes later when they reached his flat.

“I am a bit outside town but I love it. Much easier to go to work as I don’t have to drive through the centre. Saves me so much time.”

They entered the building and Rowan headed for the lift but Aelin stopped “pet peeve of mine. I don’t take lifts. I have saved enough people trapped in them, that now I don’t use them at all.”

“It’s eight floors, Aelin.” He complained.

“It’s good for your butt. Let’s go grampa.” Aelin grabbed the duffel bag and backpack from him and threw them on her shoulder and made her way to the stairs.

He realised that she was used doing stairs. But he was lazy and always used the lift.

“I am taking my chances.”

Aelin grabbed his hand and pulled him away “Don’t be an idiot. Come on.”

He protested but in the end caved.

Aelin relentlessly climbed on for eight floors and Rowan followed a few steps behind cursing that he had chosen to fall for a super fit firefighter.

“I can tell you some horror storie that will put you off forever from using them.” She told him while climbing the steps two at a time.

When they finally reached his floor, Aelin wasn’t even tired, Rowan instead was ready to strangle her.

“Come on grampa, I am sure your butt and your heart are thanking you right now.”

“Move.” She moved aside and let him open the door of his flat.

Once in, he flicked the lights on and Aelin looked around. The living room was spacious, from one door she could see a kitchen but what stunned her were the floor to ceiling windows at the end of the living room and the view. She dumped the bag and walked there and went to the windows.

“This is amazing.” He stopped at her side “Doranelle is called the City of Rivers. It’s not as beautiful as Orynth but it has its charming spots.” He explained with flat voice.

“Well, from up here it’s pretty cool.” Below her lay a sea of lights, then looking more carefully, she noticed the dark areas and assumed those were the rivers. She was looking forward to see that sight during the day.

Rowan pulled her arm “come on, you must be knackered, I’ll show you to your bedroom.”

She followed him into the room and smiled when she saw the bed. It looked so cozy.

She looked at him smiling “Orynth is a few hours behind so I am actually quite fine.” Gently she pinched his arm “you are trying to get rid of me.”

“I was just being considerate. You flew here after your shift.”

In one step she was close to him “I am quite hungry, though.”

Rowan laughed and patted her head “I knew it so I made something that just could go back in the microwave. Give me five minutes.”

“I’ll go and get changed in the meantime.”

It was much later when she was finally full and she and Rowan were now sitting on the sofa watching some tv. She had curled up her legs under her and his hand was absentmindedly tracing up and down the length of her exposed leg. It was much warmer than Orynth so she was wearing shorts and a baggy t-shirt.

She turned to look at him and saw Rowan concentrated on the documentary they had been watching. His face was relaxed, the tension had left his body and the sight of him like that took her breath away. His features always had an hard edge, but in that moment, relaxed, she could not look away.

“Do I have something on my face?” A half smile appeared on his face.

“No.” She shimmied down to his side and leaned her head on his shoulder and he adjusted his position so she could be comfortable.

“You know I am not a pillow, right?”

In challenge, Aelin snuggled closer and her arms went around his waist. Rowan brought one arm around her shoulder and squeezed it almost in a silent gesture to tell her it was okay. He pulled her so close she was almost on his lap and in instant later his lips were on hers in a demanding kiss.

Aelin sighed in delight and melted in the kiss. Rowan’s hands sneaked under the t-shirt touching skin. The kiss turned avid, all teeth and tongue and eventually she found herself straddling him.

Her hips ground against his in a suggestive motion and a wicked smile spread across her lips when she felt him hard against her. Fingers found their target in his hair, and with a gentle tug she angled his neck and her lips began tracing its lines eliciting a loud moan from Rowan.

His strong hands were a steady presence on her sides, pulling her closer with his thumbs brushing timidly the underside of her breasts.

Rowan’s tongue slowly traced the shape of her lips and she opened for him and when he intensified the kiss she began pondering what that tongue of his could do somewhere else. That image was her undoing. Aelin came up for breath and looked at him, his eyes smoky with lust.

She looked at him with the same desire and she was positive he had noticed the need in her stare as well.

Then Aelin stood and removed her t-shirt revealing her bare torso. She moved a step back and without ever removing her gaze from him she wiggled her finger in an invitation, then turned and swayed her hips on her way to his bedroom.

Rowan ran a hand down his face and eventually stood and followed her.

Shit. He was in such deep, unending shit.

It was the middle of the night and both Rowan and Aelin were still awake. They lay naked under the blankets while she was nested in his embrace, her head tucked under his chin, while he traced lazy lines on her back with his fingers.

She looked up at him and noticed his downcast stare. He looked sad and could not understand why. They just had some mind-blowing sex. Three times.

“Hey, what is it?” She asked him, caressing his face.

He shook his head gently “nothing. Just thinking.”

“You are regretting this,” she said in accusation sitting up beside him.

Rowan threw an arm on his face and sighed “No.”

“Liar, that is not the face of someone who is happy after getting laid three times.” She folded her arms at her chest.

He remained silent and Aelin bent over to grab her clothes “don’t worry. I get it. I’ll leave you to it. I’ll find a flight home tomorrow.”

His arm shot out and stopped her, then he sat on the bed and pulled her back “please, no.”

“Then talk to me, damn it.” She threw her clothes back on the floor “I can’t read your mind.” She shouted back frustration rising again.

Rowan’s hands fisted for a brief moment “I am crazy about you,” he whispered, as if terrified by the admission “and there is a part of me that tells me that is wrong. Reminds me that I lost my wife a year and half ago and I should not replace her so quickly, not after I swore forever love at the altar.” he sat at her side but never looked at her, too scared of her reaction “I loved every single of minute we had together tonight but my stupid conscience keeps telling me that is wrong.” He lowered his head “and I know that my guilt will ruin everything, eventually.”

Aelin fully turned to him and cupped his face “Ro, look at me.” He lifted his eyes and stared in the blue depths of her own eyes “for some crazy unexplained reason I fell for you as well. I think I must be crazy,” she chuckled “I know your pain. Sam was not my husband but almost. After I lost him I promised myself I would not commit anymore. The pain of losing him was so bad that I decided I’d rather remain alone than suffer again.” She told him, caressing his cheek with her thumb “then you annoying bastard came along and destroyed all my resolutions. I wanted to hate you, for so many reasons, but the more I tried to do that, the more I failed.” His lips twitched in a faint smile “the way I see it, moving on is not a betrayal on your wife. You will alway love her, as I will always have a space for Sam. We are in our early thirties, what do you want to do? Stay celibate and miserable for the rest of your life? Pass on opportunities just because you want to be faithful to her?” She explained “also, and I do not mean this to be disrespectful, but didn’t she have divorce papers ready and a plan to cut you off from your kid’s life?”

Rowan collapsed back on the bed and sighed heavily. She was right. He had loved Lyria but she had planned to leave him. “what do you want to do?”

She looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“About us.”

Aelin leaned against him and snuggled back to his chest “one step at a time, remember?” She looked at him and his wonderful green eyes shone in joy “and if my memory does not fail me, you told me you were all in if I were.”

Rowan nodded gently and kissed her head “I still am.”

“Well, we have covered sex, even if we broke the rules, and we know that in that field we have plenty of chemistry, we just need to learn to talk without shouting and communicate better. We both have lots of baggage. What I suggest is that we spend these three days playing couple and once you come back we’ll just go from there.”

His arms folded around her and pulled her as close as possible, her golden hair in his face and the scent of lavender enveloping his senses “I think I like this plan.”

“Good, now let’s sleep though. It’s the middle of the night.”

Aelin kissed him and not long after fell asleep in his arms.

Rowan woke up the following morning and smiled at the warm body at his side. Aelin was sprawled on him, using his chest like a pillow. The blanket had fallen down to her waist and he realised they had fallen asleep naked. With his fingers he traced gentle lines on her shoulders, then leaned over and deposited a few kisses fully inhaling her scent. She moaned and slowly came to awareness and when she realised where she was she gave him a wonderful smile and he kissed her, fully, avidly.

“Someone looks happy,” she joked brushing his short hair.

“Nope, just trying to get back my side of the bed.”

She gently patted his shoulder but Rowan rolled on top of her and gave her a deep kiss “good morning, you.”

She stretched luxuriously in his arms then she kissed him back pulling her body close to his.

“Mmmm,” she moaned “morning wood or are you just happy to have me with you?”

He kissed her, then his head dipped in the hollow of her neck and his tongue traced the length of it “both.”

“We should definitely tend to it.” She teased and a moment later she straddled him “I do like being in charge, just so you know.” She leaned forward and kissed him, then disappeared under the blankets and Rowan cursed as soon as her mouth was on him.

Rowan stood and still naked went to make breakfast. They had remained in bed much longer that he had planned but it had been totally worth it. Their chemistry in the sheets was definitely perfect. Aelin followed him and she leaned, naked as well, against the counter. He bent forward and kissed her “we definitely need coffee.” She turned and Rowan looked at her, her long blond hair unbound and reaching her lower back. Along ragged breath escaped from him, then he went back to preparing breakfast. Staring at her naked form could lead to more dillydallying and he wanted to take her out to explore.

She walked back to him with two mugs of coffee while he finished to prepare French toast.

“Take the strawberries out the fridge, please.”

“I usually put maple syrup on.”

Rowan rolled his eyes “well, I am making them so we follow my rules.”

She pinched his butt “brute.”

Five minutes later they were sitting on the sofa, enjoying their breakfast. She brushed his hair with her hand. “Thank you for this. It was so lovely.” She placed her empty mug on the coffee table together with her plate and she turned to him fully and went for a kiss. Now that they had crossed that line she could not keep her hands off him. He pushed her down on the sofa, laying on her back and he kneeled between her legs. She propped herself on her elbows opening more for him and bit her lower lip at his lustful glance “you are so cute like this…” his voice rough with need.

Without ever averting her gaze she brought a finger to her mouth and slowly sucked it in a suggestive gesture, then her hand trailed down along her abdomen.

“Touch yourself.” At the same time his hand went around himself and started moving up and down while watching Aelin. Her fingers circled around her sensitive spot and he saw her threw her head backward and close her eyes. Her mouth slightly open. He leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue brushing her lips before clashing with hers. Her fingers buried inside her and Rowan lost it. He pushed her all the way down “I can’t fucking resist you.”

She looked up at him and smiled wickedly “then bury your dick inside me, captain.”

Rowan lifted her and walked back to the bedroom in a quick motion.

His mouth landed on her breasts and Aelin’s hands kept him there, while he sucked and teased with his teeth. A moment later he moved away and went for the drawer grabbing a tie and Aelin lifted her arms above her head as soon as she realised his intentions.

“This is very interesting, captain…”

Rowan very gently tied her hands to the boards of the head of the bed and then sat on his haunches to stare at her naked form in adoration.

“You are stunning,” he said while slowly caressing her belly. Keeping her hips in place he bent forward and his face disappeared between her legs which then quickly propped on his shoulders.

A savage moan left Aelin’s lips as his tongue found its target on her bundle of nerves and when he teased her with a finger she was all ready to combust.

“Fuck Ro— ” he cut her words with a second finger inside her. Those long digits that curled inside her, causing her legs to jerk while she felt the pressure build inside her. The orgasm creeping up quickly.

“I need you….” She told him breathlessly.

Rowan smiled, undid her ties and turned her around and then tied her again. He grabbed her butt and propped it up and his mouth was on her in an instant “you are so wet and ready for me.”

He went up on his knees and aligned himself with her entrance. His first thrust was gentle and enough to allow her to get used to him, he pulled back just a little and slammed into her to the hilt.

“More…” Cried Aelin grabbing the pillow and fisting her hands in it.

“More…” she begged him again.

His speed increased and Aelin felt her core tighten.

Rowan reached with his finger and teased her clit at the same time. Aelin moaned in the pillow as his ministration grew in intensity, until she could not hold it any longer and pleasure exploded in her making her crash over the edge. And while she was about to collapse into oblivion, she realised that Rowan hadn’t joined her in his release.

The grip on her hips grew stronger and she knew she was going to carry some marks. She met his thrusts and when his pace became frenzied she knew he was close as well.

“Aelin, I am— ” he groaned loudly as he spilled into her and then collapsed exhausted on her back. He deposited gentle kisses on her back then collapsing exhausted at her side.

Rowan untied her then he took her hand and brought it to his chest “you are a wicked woman.”

Aelin chuckled “I had no idea I had it in me. I never… I mean Sam and I we never… this way, tied hands and all..…” Rowan brought her hand to his lips “Lyria and I did it, at the very beginning. Then it stopped and we calmed down until it became mechanical just because we were married. Once she found out she was pregnant she did not allow me to touch her at all.” He rolled over, facing her and his hand caressed her face “I thought it was because she was not well but…” he sighed “I haven’t told this to anyone but I suspected she was cheating on me.” He confessed and felt lighter. He had kept that to himself for a very long time “and to make things worse, I have a very, very strong feeling that the child was not mine. I think she lied to me on how far along she was.” He closed his eyes for a moment in a pained expression “I know she had stopped being happy about our life for a while. Whatever I did was not enough. She wanted me to retire and give up my job.”

Aelin extended her hand and brushed his cheek with the top of her hand “but she knew from the beginning what you were and what you job entailed?”

“Yes, I was clear from the start. Explained that my job took me away from months on end and all the dangers involved in it as well.” He closed his eyes enjoying the touch of her hand on his face “I think she hoped I would drop my career after we got married.”

“I loved her. I did all I could to show her that I was doing my best to keep the promise I made her at the altar.” He covered her hand with his “I failed her.”

“No,”Aelin whispered, this was conversation was giving her an insight into him and she realised she had no idea of how much pain and regret he was keeping bottled in him.

“I can’t fail you as well.” And she heard his voice break and snuggled closer to him “Ro, look at me.” She pulled his chin down to her “I am all in. I want to be all in. I am terrified, but I run into fires as a job, I know how to control my fears.”

He kissed her in a heartbreaking sweet kiss “I don’t deserve you.” His voice soft.

Aelin cackled “No one does, I am amazing that way. But you come pretty close to being worthy.” She joked and he kissed her back.

Rowan pulled away from her and then pushed her off the bed “come on, time to explore.”

Her blonde head emerged from the side of the bed “shower is mine.” And she bolted for the bathroom, he ran as well but once he got there she slammed the door in his face.

“Don’t spend half an hour in it.” He shouted. Then the door cracked open a little and her hand darted out “there is space for two…”

Rowan laughed and followed her inside.

The shower took much longer than expected and when they finally left the flat it was much later that he had planned. The whole morning had been totally worth it though, they had talked and he had a feeling it had helped move their complicated relationship in the right direction. He had even confessed her things he had never mentioned to anyone. He felt like he could trust her. She knew loss and darkness like he did.

They had lunch at one of the street vendors he had grown to love and now they were walking hand in hand along one of the the rivers and off toward the palace. Aelin walked silent at his side, taking in the city. “That’s the old royal palace.” He pointed at the stunning building they could see in the distance. “There was a monarchy once… and then the people rebelled and it got ugly and it went down and a government similar to what we have in Orynth was created.”

“The palace looks stunning.”

“I think they do tours to go inside. It’s where the government resides now but some areas are open to the public.”

“It’s fine I’d rather walk around and see the city. We can just see the palace from the outside.”

“As you wish,” his arm went around her shoulder and the feeling was incredible.

They walked to the palace and Rowan guided her behind it. When they arrived she was speechless. “It really is the city of rivers.”

Eight of them joined just behind the palace to form a gigantic basin with isles in the middle full of trees. In some parts the rivers went down a wall forming a waterfall.

“This is… gorgeous…” then she looked over and the spray of the waterfall had formed a beautiful rainbow “look,” she said to him pointing ahead.

He pulled her closer and kissed her temple “It’s quite an amazing corner this one.”

Aelin disentangled from him and walked around the area for a while and Rowan took photos of her. She was wearing an amazing green dress with a flowy skirt and he could not keep his eyes off her.

“Come here you.” He did as he was told and joined her. “Hold me from behind.”

His arms went around her waist and they both gave their back to the basin. Aelin moved her phone so they both could be in the picture together with the magnificent background.

When she was about to click he kissed her temple.

Aelin looked at the photo “I am gorgeous.”

Rowan scoffed “I think you are the one who should move in with ego, although I think that in your case he needs a house on his own.”

She ignored him while she changed the picture as her phone background.

“I am pretending you never said anything.” And walked away from him.

Rowan laughed and a moment later he grabbed her arm and pulled her in for a kiss “Indeed you are stunning, captain.”

Aelin offered him her hand “shall we continue our tour?”

He took the hand she offered and they continued their exploration. They made their way to the area that was known as the historical one. The houses were built in stone of different colours and it looked very charming “here there are a lot of lovely small shops and some very cozy restaurants. It’s probably the most beautiful part of Doranelle.”

They continued walking until they reached a very colourful area “this is so pretty,” said Aelin pulling him toward the built up area.

Aelin dropped his hand and started walking toward all the small shops. She noticed a bakery and she walked in and Rowan followed in silence. Once inside he noticed she was busy chatting with the owner about their delicacies. Five minutes later she joined him with a bag in her hands.

“Did you buy the entire shop?”

She inclined her head and gave him a smile “almost.”

They reached the main square and discovered there was a market on and the place was full of stalls and food vendors. The air smelled of spices and food and Aelin stopped at every food stall enjoying some samples of the local food and buying some as well. Rowan followed her in silence and enjoyed seeing her relaxed.

“Are you going to spend you entire salary on food?” He joked, placing a hand on her lower back.

She turned and looked at him “I am on holiday Whitethorn, shush.”

They reached the end of the road and Aelin stopped in front of a clothes shop. In the window they had the most stunning black dress she had ever seen. She took Rowan’s hand and dragged him in.

“Hi, I saw the black dress in the window, is it possible for me to try it on? It’s stunning.”

“Of course,” said the shop owner “I make all the dresses myself.” She passed it to Aelin and pointed to the changing room.

Rowan sat on a chair and waited for her while his mind tried to picture her in the dress. When she finally emerged again he realised he had no idea how to picture her in such a dress. He swallowed hard as she walked to him.

“What do you think?” She turned to give him a full picture. The back of the dress dropped in a curve halfway down her back. It hugged her curves spectacularly and it had a cut up to above her knee. He was close to a heart attack.

“You… it’s…” he actually had no words “you are perfect.”

She smiled at him and for a brief second Rowan wished they were back in his room because he wanted to show her in another way what he really thought about it.

“Good, I am taking it. I will find an occasion to wear it.”

Once they were outside Aelin looked at him “did you really like the dress?”

Rowan wound his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, his mouth close to her ear “I had so much fun imagining all the possible ways for me to peel that dress off you.”

“That’s the type of dress I would wear completely naked underneath by the way…”

He pulled her to his chest and bowed down for a kiss “I really hate that we are in public right now.”

She kissed him back. She was loving this side of him. One she had not expected him to have. He always appeared so composed and impossible to fluster. But under the captain’s mask she was discovering him to be quite a very interesting man.

“You can ravish me tonight.” She added smiling against his lips and then walked away, leaving him alone and dumbstruck.

Yes, they could make it work.

She really wanted to.

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saintmurd0ck · 2 years

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I feel so loved being tagged in this, thank you so much @pedrito-friskito !! 😭💛

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1) How many complete fics/oneshots do you have but haven’t published yet? Like 4 at the moment ahhh but I have so many work in progresses! And constant ideas. They do not stop.

2) How many WIPs do you have? I think 4 WIPs? I honestly have no idea because I'll start writing, come back to it while I start another and they build up

3) Do you take requests, write original fics or both? BOTH baby!!!! I haven't gotten a request yet but I'm so excited! But yes all ideas are mine :)

4) If you have requests how many do you have right now? NONE!! Pleaseeeee ask. PLS. Also I just love talking to people

5) How many fandoms do you write for? Currently only Daredevil/Defenders Saga and I think I wanna keep it that way! I only write about material I'm super passionate about//think I can deliver. (E.g. I LOVE Percy Jackson but could never write a smut about my darling boy, plus I think I'd get too angsty writing a fic about Anakin)

6) Are there any fandoms you used to write for? Yes! I have a Wattpad and used to write about Percy Jackson, Doctor Who and pretty sure 1D at some point. But this is years old and I was actually a child ok 😭

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or OC? Lmao the way that my OC is actually ME. Myself in a parallel universe. But mainly reader inserts. I'd like to try ships but I'm not sure if I can execute stuff like that! Also because I ship me and Matt. lol.

8) Niche fandom/characters you write for? Ok so I may or may not have a Michael kinsella fic in progress 👀

9) Do you read fics as well as write them? Fuck. YES.

10) Favourite genre to write for? I love fluff and romance stuff, but angst and smut are genres I love to write. I just want to make people feel things!!

11) What is your favourite trope to write? omfg girl bumps into guy and there's back and forth and yknow shit happens. I love the innocent to dark trope if that counts? (ALSO I LOVE READING JEALOUSY FICS SO YEAH)

12) What do you do to get motivated to write? I feel pretty lucky in that I draw inspiration from everything around me, especially music. I usually put on that song & let my brain do its thing

13) Is there a trope or genre you like to read but not write? Smut definitely because I feel so awkward writing it 😅 but anything Frank Castle cause I feel like I can't capture his essence.

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested? I feel like I never see anything Elektra on Tumblr. To be fair I hated her and Matt's relationship but I want to see more about her as a person, individually

15) How long have you been writing fan fiction? Since I was like 11 maybe lol. But the first time I posted anything I was seriously proud of was last week! (Early Apr 22)

16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing? Absolutely !! I feel like I learn from those before me and they inspire me to post!

17) Do you only post on Tumblr or other sites? Only here!

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of "Drabble", "one shots" and "fics"? I don't really care for it at all! Generally drabbles are short, one shots are a bit longer and fics are more like series w chapters?

19) Which do you prefer to write more? I love all of them, I don't have a preference! I would say series are the most difficult to write because you need a good concept with plot lines/twists etc

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why? None atm!

21) What is one of your main pet peeves as a writer on Tumblr? I'm lucky to not have had dealt with anyone rude just yet, but I guess I would have to say imposter syndrome which can really get me down, or when people like/reblog your fics but don't follow? idk

22) Do you write at a particular time of day? Whenever I get the idea! I write on my Notes app whenever and wherever 😭

23) Do you listen to music when you write or do you need total silence? I am hereby plugging my Matt Murdock playlist here and my Anakin/Hayden Christensen playlist here

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing? Generally yes but it depends! Sometimes mid-write I'll get an idea for a line for another fic and write it down for instance

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time of day? I kind of have to psych myself up to post sometimes but generally once I finish it!! I do edit my fics as much as possible but I like that once you post it its kind of done, before I started posting I'd edit them over and over again 😖

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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Dear Diary

One-shot

Pairing: Taeminxreader

Genre: lighty light-light angst, fluff

Summary: they were tired of everything.

Word count: 5.1k+

Warning: indirect mentions of sex but not actual smut. *boy, I'm bad at writing smut*

NOTE: The stuff in this fiction happens in the future, 2022 to be specific. So before reading make sure you read the date correctly. It's 31 October 2022. Also, the scenes in-between '♥' is y/n going in flashback kinda thing. So don't get confused. And rest is y/n writing in her diary. Last but not least, imagine Key speaking in his typical sarcastic voice. (his way of speaking is my favorite!)

Masterpost

TAEMIN masterlist

*Do NOT repost*

31st October 2022

Monday

11:37 PM

Dear diary,

Since 31 May 2021, I have been waiting for today. Finally, I get to feel Taemin, hold him, hug him, and kiss him... Nobody can ever understand the excitement and nervousness that I was feeling. Before, nobody knew about us dating. So it was impossible to go and meet him in the military. We didn't prefer anybody to find out back then. Meeting him there while he was still in service, could have created issues that could have become hard to handle. But one day he surprised me with his excellent idea...

♥

2 months prior

"What!? Are you serious about it?" You shockingly asked Taemin over a video call.

"Yes! I want our relationship to go public now. I wanna be with you without any fear of getting caught," his expression was evidence of his honesty. "I just- it's really hard to live without you. Especially when you can visit me here once in a while but can't because our relationship is not out there in public. I miss you so much and I want to take you out for dinner or some other fun dates. But that is not possible without our disclosure. Sneaky people will make a bigger deal out of it..." He paused before talking again "I know it's a big deal and a lot of people will hate it, but we will get to be with each other. And I'm not forcing you, you can take your time and think about it. We still have two whole months before my service time is over." He looked at you with puppy eyes through that phone screen.

"Honestly, I think you are right. I am tired of having home dates. It's fun to be with you but I don't say it 'cause I don't want you to take it in the wrong way but going out on a date does feel like a dream now. It would be great. But going public with our relationship, wouldn't it affect you and your career?" Your voice was a mix of worry and fear.

"My sweet girl, you should always tell me when you feel like going out. Don't shy away from me. You know we could have done this before. But no worries. And where my career comes, everyone knows that someday I have to settle down and have my own family. It is the right time for it to come. They will feel odd for a few days and eventually everything will go back to the same, yeah? Even if something happens, with you by my side, won't be that hard. I love you and would do anything to keep you close, y/n." He assured you.

"I love you too... And yeah let's do this. With you, everything is going to be alright," with happy tears in your eyes, you accepted the idea and planned everything.

♥

I couldn't believe it at all. It was scary but we both were desperate to be with each other outside of our apartments. Sneaking in and out of each others' apartments was becomes so frustrating. And now being apart from each other for more than a year, it felt like a fucking hell. Those last two months were filled with a lot of emotions and insecurities. My brain was continuously thinking about how his fans would react to me or if they will try to take him away from me. But Taemin held me, emotionally. He reassured me again and again and again. I always wonder why I deserve such a sweet and nasty guy. He does all these stupid things to make me laugh. You know it better than anybody else, diary. I found him at my lowest and he gave me enough strength to get up and make new dreams and work for them. After that my only dream was/is to be with him forever, never hurt him or let anybody hurt him. Seeing other idols disclosing their love life and getting way too much hate did scare me a lot. But with Taemin by my side, it all became a little less scary. The plan. His plan was very daring... and we needed Key's... help.

♥

"Keyyyyyyy hyuuuuuung. My love, how are you," Taemin sparked on the conference video call.

"Um, I don't get a really good vibe from this. But hi I'm fine, what about you and you, y/n?" Key asked with doubt.

"I'm fine Key, thank you," you smiled.

"Oky, listen to me, no hear me out," your man asked for key's attention.

"I knew it! you want something from me, you never call me with that much enthusiasm and that too on a conference call with y/n... Which, by the way, never happened before" you were a little embarrassed but for Taemin, you didn't end the call there.

"No! Why you are so like that!!!" You wanted to snort very bad at Taemin's poor attempt to save his sweet ass ego.

"Like what?" Key asked with a sarcastic dimply pout.

"Like... Like a mean typical woman!"

"Oky! but am I wrong?" Key dramatically gasped.

"...no...?" Taemin hesitated.

"What is it? And please be quick I have to go somewhere in like thirty minutes," key sighed.

Taemin told him the whole plan and he was confident. He just wanted to get over all of this hide and seek with his fandom and media. There were so many events where he wanted to go out with you, just somewhere other than your apartments.

"God! No!... Like you want me to do that? That's risky. Just think about it. And all the sudden gossip... Can you both handle that? And you, y/n, can you handle all that sudden hate?" You knew that key was overprotective over Taemin and he saw you like his own sister and he was worried for both of you especially Taemin since he was much sensitive. He didn't want him to get hurt at all. And he was indeed right. After all, you both appearing in public as a couple was a big deal and yes, the hate, there was going to be no end. Maybe people will be less harsh towards him but towards you, that was going to be the hardest time. You could already hear all the names they were going to call you.

"Hyung, I know you are worried and we also know the consequences but think about us. We are doing the same thing for the last six. We need to spice up our relationship. It's just we are tired of doing the same thing. It's no fun. Trust me, we love each other but we want to do stuff together with each other other than making food and laying on the couch watching movies or series. We want to go to the movies in theaters, go for a nice lunch or dinner, go to amusement parks, go on national trips or international trips, or maybe just go out for a casual walk on the streets and shopping and have ice cream. And just because of it, I haven't met y/n this whole time. Video calls are just not enough either. Please understand our situation, Hyung," Taemin was genuinely tired of hiding everything. He was tired of being afraid. He was tired of lying to everyone about his relationship status.

"I- you know that I know more than anyone besides you both, of course. Still, I feel like it's a quick decision... There are still two months left. Why don't you both think about it first and then tell me? If you both are actually ready to take all the hate then I can help..." He took a decent pause. "Y/n, you are smart so please don't do something stupid. This all can ruin your existing relationship as well." His voice carried huge emotions. That made your heart melt. You felt lucky that Taemin have such caring friends in his life.

You knew that Key was indirectly saying that you should think about it and find a less scary way to follow for your disclosure. He just didn't want his baby cheese to get hurt in any possible way. He wanted to protect him from the cruel world. When you both told him that you were dating, it took him a year to trust you with Taemin. He would look at you like you have dognapped his dogs.

"Key, I hear you. I'm very grateful that you care for us so much. And don't worry we will think about it," you gave him a warm smile.

♥

I was in deep thought after that. It was really hard to date an idol in the first place but I knew what I was getting into. There were times when I just wanted to move on and leave everything. But there is something in him. He is all I ever needed. He pulls me towards him so hard that there is no going back. I love him way too much. Taking this step was not hard. But we did consider key's thoughts. After Jonghyun, Key got more concerned about Taemin and it was understandable. He is the youngest and sensitive so Taemin definitely got more vulnerable and sensitive. When Jonghyun passed away, Taemin didn't tell anybody about you. It was already a bit over a year since we were dating. He just wanted to be sure about me. Which was totally acceptable. He would come to my apartment and cry for hours asking for his friend more like a brother to come back from heaven and to hug him as tightly as possible. I somehow worry about him more than I ever thought about doing it for anybody. The fact that we can not hang out, makes him think too much. It might sound like I am being too much and we can do much more at home too but just think about it, not being able to anywhere else with the person you are in love with, not even to buy ice cream. That does not sound good. It was like piling on all the fun stuff. It always felt like a failed arranged marriage, the only difference was that we didn't have any complaints from each other but the situation, the dating arrangements and we wanted a divorce from that situation. It was horrifying that how people follow idols everywhere, even when they are on their personal schedule. How people humiliate someone's dear privacy and make uncomfortable rumors. They don't know how they can make things uncomfortable between the two casual friends or even two best friends by making dating rumors which they spread like a virus in the air. At first, we thought about our privacy but then they spotted us somewhere and spread the word about us but luckily they couldn't take picture of my face. So I was known as an unknown gold digger. It was sad that people say that they get happy when their idol is happy but when they find someone with whom they want to create their own little world filled with happiness, they just start hating. Now, we discussed and thought about everything. It was a hard discussion but was worth it.

♥

On the present day (31 October 2022)

Your heart was thumping in your chest like a bass drum. The moment you woke up, started thinking about everything, 'how do Taemin look like after being apart for more than a year? Is he going to get nervous and not tell people about you two or worst ignoring you or just simply call you his sister and run away?' All the shitty kinds of questions started blurring your brain.

"Everything is going to be alright... Just take a deep breath..." You said to yourself.

You didn't prepare breakfast since your appetite was long gone swimming in the Pacific Ocean. But you did fill a gigantic travel mug with your favorite coffee on the go.

After getting ready you looked at your apartment. A part of you was extremely happy that now your favorite person will visit here from time to time and the place will look much warmer and it will feel like home, again. In the end, he's your home.

*KNOCK*

"Hi Key, come in. I just need to grab my phone and clutch bag," You opened the door and greeted Key.

"Hey, yeah sure. Take your time." He smiled.

"Btw, y/n, how do you feel about today? aren't you nervous? Because lemme tell you one thing I woke up covered in sweat." He dramatically widened his eyes.

"I know. I am nervous. But I also know that it's gonna be fine, hopefully," you nervously chuckled.

"I do too. And if something goes wrong, I'll try to protect you two. I don't say it but you two do make a good couple," Key was thankful. He liked the idea of both of you and Taemin.

"That is the sweetest thing you have ever said to me," you gasped and held his hand. "But I want to say thank you for supporting us and helping us. This is so, so sweet of you."

"Well, you are most welcome... I guess it's time to go and get our baby cheese back!" Key said with enthusiasm.

The ride was filled with nervousness. The more close you got, the more anxiety was rising.

When you reached your destination, there were so many reporters reporting the live updates about the whole homecoming situation. What hunted you the most was that there were Taemin's fangirls, holding his huge banners saying all the good stuff. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest. A little bit of confidence you gained by doing those breathing exercises, was gone out of the window.

"Key... I don't think I can do this... Look at all those girls who came here to see him and support him. I can't break their hearts. It's hard, " your voice was filled with anxiety and it was trembling way too much than you would have appreciated.

"Listen, you can stay in the car, oky? Don't force yourself. But lemme tell you one thing that he has to start a life that is with you. So if not today, tomorrow you have to do it, even if it means breaking millions of hearts." Key's words were honest and his eyes were warm.

"I think, I'll- I'll stay here. You go and get him," you lowered your head. Key hummed and patted your head.

The people started coming out of the gate. Your eyes automatically started finding him. After a few minutes, there he was. Taemin was approaching the car with the biggest smile ever. Key got out to meet him. They were still at some distance.

You saw that Taemin asked something from Key and then after Key replied Taemin looked towards the car with a sad expression. You knew exactly what that look was for. It hurt you. You thought that he was willing to do this but then there was you who got scared and now sitting inside the car like looser instead of being there with your boyfriend after a year and a half. You should be holding him right now that he is just in front of your eyes and he is your boyfriend so you shouldn't be afraid of anything.

They say feelings can get the worst and at the same time best out of you. It was true. The hurt look on his face shattered your heart. He must be feeling betrayed, not wanting. Getting overwhelmed by the feeling, you got out of the car, standing there for a second to see his reaction.

His face lit up after seeing you standing outside. He dropped the stuff that he was holding and opened his arms for you. Not giving it a second thought, you ran towards him and hopped in his arms. He hugged you tight and swirled you in the air. Bringing you back to the ground he helped the stray hair to go back behind your ear and cupped your face. He then looked at your lips and kissed them, tenderly yet firm. There was hooting going around and you could hear some 'no's 'who is she's around you. But being in it with him didn't scare you.

"I missed you so much Taemin," your voice came out as an ugly high pitched cry voice. Taemin laughed his signature laugh.

"I missed you too, babygirl...You know there might be millions of girls or boys crushing over me but I found my 'one in the million'." He didn't know if he should be happy by the fact that you cared for his fans and didn't want to break their hearts. But on the other hand, he was disappointed because he wanted to show off. He wanted to show everyone that you are his the one and only. He was always overly proud of you. "Maybe I broke a ton of hearts today, but they will find their one in the million so don't worry... And they won't be able to live without me anyway..." He grinned.

"Why? Why wouldn't they live without you? Are you some sort of mineral, they can't live without?" You chuckled.

"Nah, because I'm Taemin" you both started laughing again. Your head fell back and Taemin took that chance to kiss your pulse. You made that 'ee' sound and laughed again.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck. And you held him close to you, clutching hard on his shoulder. For a while, you both forgot where you were. Just enjoying each other's touch after a long time. But Key's voice brought you back to the real world.

"Um, if you guys wanna get screwed then continue but I would rather go back home and be comfy. I mean the purpose of bringing y/n here is done... Taemin?" You and Taemin both knew that key was a little scared of the crowd and the fact everyone's attention was on them.

"I don't want to but oky," he said and booped your nose with his.

In the car, you both clung to each other.

"Oh my God. At least I should have brought another car for myself" key's sarcastic flat voice echoed in the car.

"Come on, Hyung. It's the first time after my enlistment. Let us enjoy a little," Taemin whined.

"Whatever," although he was being a little shit but everyone in the car knew he was happy. In the end, he was the one to whom both you and Taemin cried for hours, complaining about how bad you both wanted to feel each other.

♥

I have never been so happy before. He is everything I ever needed. Although, it didn't take much time for our social media to be flooded by the hate and supportive comments along with the pictures of us kissing and hugging. It felt weird at first, being a hot topic for people around the globe. Before today, not many people knew me, just family and friends and colleagues. So being on the top of every entertainment site, freaked me out. 'Who is she? How long have they been dating? Does she really like him or just another girl for money? Did Taemin just ditch all of the fangirls and boys around the world?' All of these questions were popping up on my social media. Taemin noticed. He took my phone away from me, said that it doesn't matter as long as we both are happy together. That gave me warmth inside my heart and much more strength to face the world, in the end, he was the one who is going to suffer a lot, so have to stand strong.

Along with hate, there were some best wishes as well. People supporting us. It is good to know that some people understand that an idol is a human too and may have to start a life with someone. People who understand that fact, are the greatest. Moving on. We didn't come home directly, obviously, but we went to their company. He had to do the v-live. Now, he couldn't ignore the questions about us. So more than him my blood pressure was high. I was so nervous. It was just hard to step into the building.

♥

Your heart was thumping harder than before. The looks you were getting in his music company were confusing. Some were congratulating, some looked at you weirdly, some congratulated but their expressions were totally different.

"Here is set up, there you are going to sit. The makeup girl will come in a sec for touch-ups and then we can start," the organizer informed.

Taemin was so calm and on the other hand, you were just a mess. He was getting all kinds of looks but he still managed to talk properly but you were bothered. It was your first time in his company, that too made a huge difference.

After getting his makeup and some basic rehearsal done, they started the v-live. You open his stream on your phone, keeping in mind to turn off the volume. The comments were flooding in. Some people were welcoming him. Some were talking about you both. Some said it was fake, which was not true. Some didn't know about what other people were talking about "his relationship". Some people were explaining in the comments.

People were saying inappropriate stuff. Some were asking him to leave you because you were behind his money, not him. It all made you sad and hurt. These comments could blur Taemin's mind. He could get the wrong idea and--

"Yes! I'm indeed in a relationship. I'm sorry that I didn't mention it before but we are dating for six years now. And it is going so perfectly. She is so beautiful, kind, soft, smart, and what not? She is like a dream package. She is that dream girl about whom I dreamed about when I was single. She is like a pillar, always supporting me. I can't find anyone else. She is all I need in my whole life. Well, she is my whole life. And I want you people to know that she deserves a lot of respect. If you do, then you are my true people,'' Taemin said this while looking into your eyes. It felt like he knew about your rising insecurities. He gave his warmest smile that relaxed you. He is your best chill pill.

♥

That was the sweetest thing. He asked people to respect me. Can you believe that? He is such a goofy person and then he says something like this *scoffs* are you kidding me! It's like winning a lottery from fate. But no seriously, having a man who thinks about me and ask people to be nice to me is actually the most romantic thing. People like him are rare and I am lucky that I have him. Today, was a long day, filled with a lot of different emotions. Seeing Taemin after so long was just the best.

Then we went to our respective apartments. We didn't want to leave each other so soon but his friends organized a little welcome back dinner party. His friends asked him to bring me along after they saw him ''shoving his tongue down my throat", as his friends said. Only Key, Minho, and Jinki knew about us before. They were always nice to me. Taemin said he was still going to bring me there, even if they have not invited me there.

♥

"This is for Taemin's return and him dating y/nnnnn! Cheers!!!" His friends made a toast speech. All of you took a shot of Soju.

"Ah! Seeing all of you at the time is so good. There, everyone was new, I was dying to see you all at the same time," Taemin exhaled, almost dramatically.

"You were dying to meet us or..." One of his friends gestured towards you. And then he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Ah! I almost died waiting for this day to come and hold my y/n," Taemin places his hand on your thigh and gave it a nice squeeze, and you returned the gesture by placing your hand on his thigh.

"Ohhhkkyyy, so you didn't even think about us, huh? Such a mean friend," the other one joked.

"Oh come on! Why would he? When he was waiting to meet such a beauty," the one beside Taemin spoke up.

"Oky! Enough with the teasing, we are here to celebrate Taemin's return and not to tease him and his girlfriend," it was the first time Key called you Taemin's girlfriend and it sounded so natural and sweet. You wanted everyone to call you Taemin's girlfriend. It felt right that way.

"Oky! Grandpa..." They said. The restaurant filled with laughter. It was nice to sit here with his friends after a long day, at least they didn't call you names or ask Taemin to leave you.

The dinner went great. Everybody enjoyed being with you. It was time to leave, you said your goodbyes to all of his friends. You wanted to thank Key for his part of the plan.

"Key?" You stopped and called him.

"Yes, y/n." He waited.

"I- Key, you have done a lot for us. I just want to say thank you. I mean, you were the one who took me there and took permission from the upper hand. Like otherwise it was equal to getting Taemin fired from the band and the company, but you handled that part for us. I don't know how you did that, it was obvious that they are hard to handle but you still managed to do that. Just thank you so, so much," you were on the urge of crying. It was beautiful that you were able to be with Taemin, other than your or his apartment. Then you felt Taemin's arm on the small of your back.

"She is right, Key Hyung. It wasn't possible without you. Because of you, we are here, standing with all of you in public," Taemin was equally happy as you were. This whole time, his smile touched his eyes.

"Mhm, listen, I am deeply happy for you two. Doing all this might seem hard for you but for me it was easy. You see, I'm The Key," everyone chuckled. "But you both are most welcome. I'm always there for you two kids. Just stay happy forever," he gave his blessings.

"You both can lean on us as well. We also want to be there for two of you when needed," Minho and Jinki insisted.

"Sure, Hyungs. Thank you for everything," Taemin said.

"Now it's late, go back to your places and get some rest, it was a long day for you and y/n. And y/n thank you for always taking care of our Taemin when we were not around," Jinki thanked.

"You are too nice, Jinki. Your welcome," you gave him the warmest smile.

Taemin came to your apartment, that night. The moment you entered the apartment, he started kissing you. Cheeks, forehead, temple, nose, chin, jaw, finally your lips. He stayed at your lips a little longer.

"My lips were dying to feel yours. Do you know how hard it was for me to be there without you? Every single day felt like torture," Taemin whispered in your ears, and then he kissed your ear lobe and sucked at your weak spot, just below your ear. A moan escaped from your throat.

"Taemin," a breathless voice came.

"Y/n, I want you in all ways. Please," he whined. "It's been more than a year and I miss you so much. Please be with me, don't go anywhere just be with me tonight, please," he asked and started kissing your neck and only went lower on your body.

"Take me, Taemin. I'm all yours," you were already worked up. All this time, you were frustrated. You both always complained about it. But there was no way to help it.

He did what he said. He took you in all possible ways. Still, it was not enough. But now laying in each other's warmth, admiring all the love bites you gave each other, was the perfect thing.

"Taemin?"

"Hmm," he kissed your forehead.

"Are you tired?" You kissed his shoulder.

"A little. Why? Do you wanna go for another round?" He wiggled his eyebrows.

"No! Silly" you laughed and lightly smacked his chest. "I want to take a bath with you... Will you take a bath with me?" You made your best puppy eyes.

"Of course, I will," he kissed your head.

"Wait here lemme prepare it for you," you demanded.

"Yes, ma'am" you both chuckled.

You took a good ten-fifteen minutes to prepare the bath. Giving the final touches, you called Taemin to come into the bathroom.

His mouth fell open when he saw the bathroom. The nice aroma of lavender with a hint of citrus played with his nose. The bathroom was lit with candles and there was a lavender-scented candle too. The album 'cigarettes after sex' was playing in the background on the record player. The bathtub was filled with milky lavender water with some dried lavender in it.

"So this is why to brought that huge glass of milk in here?" Taemin smiled. Stepping towards him, you wrapped your naked body around his naked one. Direct contact with his body was something you would never get tired of.

"Mhm," you smiled when your face fell flush against his chest. "Shall we get in?"

"Yeah."

He hugged you from behind, your head resting on his shoulder. You tilted your head to steal some kisses from him, he was more than happy to give you. The warmth of his body mixed with the nice and warm water in the tub relaxing every single muscle in your body felt just right. He kept on kissing you on your shoulder, neck, behind your neck, ear, side of your cheek, hair, and would tilt your head to capture your lips.

"I want to pause the time forever. I never wanna go anywhere else but your warm arms, Taemin" your eyes were closed, enjoying the moment.

"Neither do I. I wanna stay in your arms too. Feel your body weight on me. That's the happy place for me," he just couldn't stop kissing you. He did indeed wait for this day for a long time.

"Silly little thing," you chuckled.

"Y/n?"

"Hmm."

"I love you a lot... There is no word which can express it..." He again kissed your lips.

"I love you too..." you nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck. The smile never left your lips.

♥

I do love him more than he can ever imagine. I think he was extremely tired today. After the bath, the moment his head touched the pillow, he was fast asleep. He is just cute. I just wanna spend my whole life with him. But I'm so excited, knowing that I'm gonna propose to him for marriage this weekend, I just can't sleep because of all the excitement. The day is not that far...

Y/n.

. . . . .

Sanaa's note:

FINALLY!!! A Taemin fiction. Writing about our baby 🧀 was fun. I mean, I was scared to post this one but thanks to @tenelkadjowrites for giving my whiny ass enough strength to post it. Thank you😩... And do let me know if you liked it! Last but not least, the behavior of all the characters is visualized.

*The original picture is not mine. I only edited it*

Just so you know, I was talking about this playlist.

Tag list:

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Have a nice day/night💓

#taemin #lee taemin #taemin fluff #taemin angst #shinee #taemin x reader #shinee key #shinee kibum #shinee taemin

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I'm not really sure how long these are meant to be. "Right, I'm pretty sure that's called trauma".

Trauma Bonding, (a Jason Todd x Reader)

Warnings: Language.

Genre: Fluff/angst/comedy/romance

Authors note: This prompt is perfect, thank you @aethers-stuff ! Sorry it took me so long to write! I hope you like it. ♡(: _______________________________________________

Dick watched you two from the kitchen.

Jason was seated on one end of his livingroom couch and you on the other. You were talking loudly, gesturing with your hands so much that you looked like Italians at a family gathering. You were both exceptionally expressive and extroverted people on your own, so when you got together, the room's volume was always raised a noticeable few notches.

It was endearing, but a real headache when it went on for too long.

Dick massaged his temple. An extrovert himself, he felt the need to jump into the conversation, but he knew better. You and Jason would simply not shut up long enough for him to get a word in when you were both really on a roll, and Dick didn't feel like expelling that much energy. Plus, he was curious to see where this would end.

“...That’s ridiculous Jason”.

You crossed your arms.

“There is no way in hell you're dying your white streak black.”

He raised his hand from the couch armrest in exasperation.

“I wasn't even asking you.”

You arched an eyebrow.

“You should've been. The white streak stays. It's your trademark. If you're concerned about me being right, I dare you to ask everyone to vote.”

“Hon, I am not in the practice of asking people if I can or can't do things.”

“Luckily, you never ask me my opinion so you don't have to worry about breaking your pattern just yet.”

“...You never keep it to yourself, so why would I even bother”.

Dick shook his head. You were like an old, emotionally constipated couple and it was amusing to observe.

“Just kiss already”, he said under his breath.

You turned your head towards the kitchen, hearing him faintly, but almost unintelligibly.

“Dick, did you say something? Sorry, we're arguing here, I hope we're not too obnoxious”.

“Hey don’t throw me under the bus with you, I was just trying to have a moment of quiet meaningless thought when you started playing hair cop,” Jason quipped.

“Hush.”

“Right back at you”.

“-Both of you shut up for a minute. I didn't say anything”.

Dick rolled his eyes.

“However, we do have patrol in an hour, and Bruce sent me some weird instructions.”

“Weird how?”

You tilted your head in curiosity.

Jason glanced at you, and huffed a little. He couldn't help himself. Despite himself, he found you really endearing. Especially in moments like this when your lips were pouted in confusion and....”.

Dick snapped Jason out of his brain fog.

“Jay. Buddy. Try to pay attention.”

“Wasn't not doing that,” he grumbled.

“Then what did I just say.”

The two brothers shared a childish battle of glares.

“...fine, you made your point. I was dreaming about this whisky I saw in the manor the other day”, he lied.

“Ok. Very in character, Jason. Now, the mission is-”

“...looked decadent. It was really old and had this fancy label on it that-”

“...Guys. I can hear you from the other room”, Tim walked in looking miffed.

There was a pause as all three of the human boom-boxes stared blankly at the intruder.

“...you’re a detective, Tim”, Jason deadpanned.

“Ugh, Jason...that’s not the... just shut up.”

Tim pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

“Did you all get the mission briefing?”

“Somehow, Jason didn't”, Dick fumed.

“Alright, fine. Basically, Jason, you, and Y/n are staying back tonight because you're the only ones who haven't been seen yet in the city, and Bruce wants to save you guys for an undercover mission next week”.

“What?!”

You both looked at each other in disgust.

“I'm not working for the bat anymore!”

“Yeah, and I've never even started to work for him! He can't just expect us to be at his disposal and then bench us!”

“Guys, relax. He's just doing this so you can have a better element of surprise later. You're both really valuable, ” Dick reasoned.

You and Jason paused, your egos begrudgingly satisfied.

“...fine”.

“Fine”.

“Good. Ok. So everyone suit up”, the oldest brother concluded.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Jason was irritated.

He found you interesting. Really interesting. Usually, he dealt with his fear of vulnerability by acting too unbothered to care, but you intrigued him so much that he struggled to keep his mouth shut around you. He was afraid to get too close to you; he would lose you eventually like everyone else.

But, he knew so little about you, despite all of the banter. A talent you both possessed, was chattering without disclosing any actual information. You had only met each other two months ago, and usually it would take both of you longer to warm up to a new person, but there was just a feeling. You were kindred spirits. He wanted to learn more about you, despite himself.

“So what brought you here”.

“Here as in what brought me to dress up and punch criminals as a nightly routine, or as in what brought me to be in an alliance with Bruce Wayne that I'm now regretting?”

There it was. Those were the kind of responses that made Jason feel just enough on his toes to be uncharacteristically comfortable with you.

“Take your pick I guess.”

“Bruce Wayne it is then. I'm not really a fan of my life story”.

“Ttt, ” Jason laughed, taking a page from his youngest brother’s book.

“I'm kind of an accidental friend of Dick’s. We met first at the Bludhaven police station, I was there for...pfft...I was just there, ” You paused with a laugh.

“He helped me out, and we didn't see each other again until he ended up working with me anonymously for info on a case as Nightwing years later. We both just figured out each other's identities and he brought me on a mission once where I met Bruce. And Bruce is a convincing prick so now here I am, somehow under his command”.

“Sounds about right. So when do we kiss?”

Great. Now he sounded like an asshole.

Jason looked at you, gauging to see what your reaction would be. He’d half said that last part by accident, but now that he’d acted out of impulse he knew he couldn’t take it back.

“-What?”

“When do we kiss? You heard Dick”.

He was really committing to his blunder now.

“Yes, and I ignored him and smoothly got him to change the subject. Besides. You're not my type”, you lied.

Jason was in fact, exactly your type.

“What is your type?”

“Shit”, you thought.

“Hmm. I like people who I can chase that don't actually like me, and then I eventually get to give up. It makes it easier”.

You admitted this in a tongue-in-cheek manner, but you weren't really kidding. Something about Jason’s persistence made you want to open up, despite your usual habitual wall-building.

“You're like a fucking mirror; you know that?” Jason laughed.

He knew you weren’t kidding because he’d said things along those lines millions of times.

“Your point, Mr. Therapist? People hurt people. I kind of prefer to enjoy relationships from a distance at best”.

“Right, I'm pretty sure that's called trauma”.

“Call it what you will, but it's a good way of not getting even more mentally busted up than an already fucked vigilante”, you grinned.

“Nice.” he smirked.

“You sound as dumb as me”.

“That’s a little low don’t you think? I’m only half as dumb as you at most, but yeah. Fine. We share some things”.

“What’s that supposed to mean Princess,” he smiled.

He felt himself get exited a little. What you had just said made it sound like you felt you two were similar just as he did.

“That I think we’re both stupid people that have really stubborn hearts that get us into trouble”.

Your heart was beating so fast. You hadn’t meant to say that much.

“Now who’s the therapist”, he said in a low voice.

He leaned in closer to you a little, testing the waters to see if you were just being a little cautious, or if you actually weren’t comfortable. He felt like you were just being scared like he always was deep down, but he didn’t want to push you if it was only going to cause you both more pain.

He was a little scared too. You scared him. Not just because you were powerful and beautiful, but because he actually liked you. He wasn’t used to that. But he knew himself, and when Jason Todd does something, he can’t do it half way. If you were in this too, he knew he’d do anything for you, and that was terrifyingly vulnerable.

As he leaned in, your breath caught.

“Fuck”, you thought.

His eyes were stunning.

You hadn’t let yourself notice how much until now.

“Jason…”

“...Todd why are you about to taint Y/n”.

Jason spun around.

“Damian!” you yelled.

The small Wayne was standing in the doorway.

“Shortstack, you are too young to be using a fancy word like taint”, Jason recovered.

Tim and Dick emerged behind Damian in the doorway.

“What’s going on?” Tim asked.

“Todd was just about to be disgusting with Y/n in front of all of us”, Damian smirked, crossing his arms.

He knew he just set up Dick to take a fit.

The oldest brother was not pleased.

“Jason, really? Damian is right here and you didn’t think to chill?”

Jason rolled his eyes.

“We didn’t do anything Dicky. The kid here is being a drama queen. The only thing he walked in on us doing was some good old fashioned arguing”.

Jason knew he was making himself look like a major...well...dick, but he knew you wouldn’t want to commit to the family knowing about anything that might be going on between you two, however small just yet.

Dick rolled his eyes, and the three brothers walked in the doorway and into the kitchen to get water. You and Jason were always an entertaining spectacle for sure, but patrol was tiring, and they all needed to cool down.

Jason looked back to you. You were looking at your feet with your arms crossed and a barely contained smile on your face.

“The kid has good timing,” he huffed with a laugh.

“Oh fantastic”, you gazed at him, laughing back quietly.

“So, you want to talk some more about trauma?” He asked in a playful, but matter of fact tone.

“Maybe sometime, Red,” you smiled.

You turned and walked away.

“She’s gonna make me work for this”, he thought.

It had been so long since either of you had met your match, and you both were going to thoroughly enjoy this.

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Attached: Words We Don’t Mean

(...and Those We Do)

Type: series, modern-college-professor Steve AU… aka the wrong attachment AU ;)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 7950 👀

Summary: Your parents decide to visit for Thanksgiving, which alone is a trial.

The fact that they haven’t met Steve yet and they have no clue who he is… yeah, you better brace yourself for a storm.

A/N: Attached: Words We Don’t Mean (and Those We Do) is a one-shot to the Attached series. Technically, you can read it as a standalone.

A/N: In the Stockings fic, I mentioned that no one in their household talked about (last) Thanksgiving. Here’s why. Also: I named the parents Paul and Jane, it’s enough of a mess to work around with nameless reader; if that offends you, sorry, feel free to move on from this fic.

Warnings: angst, parents-daughter fight, mention of sexual relationhips and of using one’s body to earn money (negative view), mild flashback, emotional H/C, swearing, sprinkles of fluff and Disney

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“Sweetheart, please, sit down for just a second,” Steve requested gently; however, there was no mistaking the drop of amusement in his voice.

You hummed in acknowledgement of his words and continued scrubbing the bathtub clean.

Everything had to be perfect. Had to be. You bought the tinniest of the giant turkeys yesterday – just so you wouldn’t have to eat leftovers for a month –, ingredients for the stuffing, potatoes and cranberry sauce. Your mum had promised to stop by somewhere to get four slices of a pumpkin pie. But cooking was on your list later today; first you needed to make sure that the apartment would shine with cleanness.

Not that you considered yourself a neat freak, thank you very much… maybe occasionally. And Steve? Yeah, he was more of a neat freak than you were and now he was telling you to rest and take it easy? Uh-huh, nope.

Nope, because… your parents -- gosh, your parents.

“Honey-“

Your head snapped to him as he bounced off of the doorframe, soft steps leading him right to you.

“Did you just call me honey?” you asked incredulously.

Not that you didn’t like it, it was just-- you were Steve’s sweetheart, his babygirl, his good girl… now honey? That was new and frankly, it might have freaked you out a bit.

Also, your heart skipped a frantic beat upon looking at him.

Damn, you forgot again about what he had done yesterday and it always startled you to see him like that. Too unusual – not bad-looking by any means, just… unusual.

Steve chuckled as he crouched to you, dropping a kiss to the top of your head and cupping your mildly sweaty cheek. He grimaced a bit at your surprised tone.

“Not a fan?”

“I mean, yeah, sure, hun, it’s just that… it’s a bit ominous, the change.”

One corner of his lips rose at your choice of a petname. “That’s because you’re freaking out and I need you to calm down a bit, sweetheart.”

Your eyebrows shot up and you scoffed, rather offended. Mostly because he was right – but also because he was being a damn hypocrite.

“Oh, am I? Me? Did I spend about an hour in front of the mirror yesterday, trying and almost failing to solve the dilemma whether I should or shouldn’t shave off my beard?”

Steve’s face turned entirely sour at your snarky remark.

“Don’t be mean, it’s a valid concern to-- I don’t want them to hate me,” he murmured and dropped his gaze in shame along with his hand, seemingly shrinking into himself, his insecurity returning.

You sighed and mentally cursed yourself for bringing it up again.

You dropped the brush to the tub with a thud and lost one of your gloves, wiping the ew feeling onto your old sweats before you tried to smoothen the worried wrinkle between his eyebrows.

“They’re gonna love you, Steve,” you assured him again, letting you fingers travel over his clean-shaved jaw, lightly pulling at his cheek to make him smile again. “I miss the beard, not gonna lie, but you do have an extremely sweet boy-next-door look now, you are my handsome, funny, smart as hell guy, who’s somehow all grown up and has life stuff figured out and you’re making me happy. You’re the epitome of the guy a girl wants to bring home to meet her parents.”

Despite slightly panting from exertion, you took care to sound as convincing as possible, pushing away your own worries for a bit.

Steve was your perfect guy, perfection incarnated; you weren’t worried about him not making an impression… except for the fact that Steve did have a few years on you and worked at the uni and—well.

Yet, you couldn’t but dread the moment your parents realized that you were everything but perfect since they let you loose on the world. You had never been the daughter to show off like the epitome of everything good and wholesome, but you always tried your best to please them…. Now though? Darting your professor? Even if he wasn’t exactly your professor?

Yeah, you didn’t think that a spotless apartment could make up for that, but it helped to ease your anxiety when you kept lying to yourself that it just might.

Steve grasped your palm in his, planting a tiny kiss there – a gesture to warm your heart, always – his lips once again curled up a fraction as his gaze met yours, his mesmerizing blues kind and hopeful.

“You really think so?”

“Of course.”

And with the way he was looking at you – you finally figured it out. Just a fleeting thought and an answer to an unspoken question you had been failing to grasp at since yesterday; it escaped your lips before you could stop yourself.

“Gosh, you look like a Disney prince!”

Steve’s eyes went comically wide, laughter erupting from his throat and he pulled you to him in one swift motion, falling on his ass with you in his arms in the process and nearly getting crushed by you. Clearly, he did not care one bit as he shook with laughter, kissing your nose, your cheeks and finally your lips despite your protests that you were gross.

“That’s golden! Oh babygirl, you’re the-”

“Tell me I’m Cinderella, I dare you,” you grumbled, but Steve just shook his head and kissed you breathless, fingers of one hand curled around your nape to guide you closer, to breathe you in, while his other hand stayed wrapped around your waist.

You tried your best not to touch him with your gloved hand, having it ridiculously stretched out to nowhere in order not to spot his clothes, but your free hand clutched at his t-shirt with enthusiasm.

His lips left yours only when the world started spinning and your mind turned blank besides the thought of Steve’s mouth being on yours and how much you loved it when he stole all the breath from your lungs – and how much you always missed him when he withdrew.

You stared at him, dumbstruck, as he watched you like you were the eighth wonder of the world, your messy self in baggy clothes, your heart growing three times its size, your insides positively tingly from the heated make-out session.

Steve was smiling again too at last, brushing your nose with his and planting one last soft kiss on your lips.

“Okay, babygirl, now hand over the brush.”

You had to blink several times, your oh so lazy brain taking its time to realize what he said. Huh? Also, did he just said it as if he was asking you were a robber holding a hostage on gunpoint and he was asking you to lay down your weapon?

The thought made you internally snort.

“Why?” you demanded, suspicious.

“Because I’m taking over.”

You instantly shook your head. “No-“

“Yes. I promise I’ll make sure it’s spotless-“

Okay, yeah, that was one of our arguments against him doing the clean-up. However, there was one more. “But you still have papers to grade and lessons to prepare!”

“And you want to cook too and then we’ll have to clean up the kitchen. And you’ll want to take a shower and and and. Papers can wait. Gimme the brush.”

“You make it sound like it’s a weapon of mass destruction… or I am,” you muttered, but you kissed his cheek – such a strange feeling, you truly missed the sensation of his beard scraping your lips – and climbed out of his lap with a meek and cautious thank you. He cackled at your antics, but quickly fished out a new pair of gloves from the bathroom drawer and started working.

You swallowed your smart remark about him being the Cinderella now. Mostly because his gesture was one of the sweetest things and really – seeing Steve scrubbing the bathtub might not be the sexiest thing in the world… but it kinda was.

It pulled at your heartstrings as you imagined that this might be how it would always be; you and Steve, settling together, taking care of the household, then cuddling on the couch—the domesticity you hadn’t always been sure you craved.

Now you were certain of it; but to get to that, you had to survive your parents’ visit first.

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You had somewhat stayed in touch with your parents, mostly with your mum; you two had been calling on a so-so regular basis, sometimes with video, and both her and your father were obviously aware that you had a boyfriend (gee, that sounded kinda trivial, a boyfriend). In fact, Steve played a huge role in them deciding to purchase their plane tickets… besides wanting to see New York City… and you.

The thing was… you had managed to keep Steve’s identity secret so far; you never used a videocall when he was around, so your mum only had heard his voice, sweet and polite in the most Steve fashion possible, you sort-of danced around his age and his job. Yeah, you found it strange as well that you kept it up so long, a divine intervention even; or maybe your mum simply had a good idea of your dirty secret all along and purposely didn’t probe.

Now, with your parents in the apartment, your dad’s eyes more on Steve than on you (your mum’s eyes wandered too, you noticed, but she had enough decency to show you she missed you first), you felt dread fill every cell in your body. Your heart was pounding in your chest with too much ferocity, your temples pulsing, your palms uncharacteristically sweaty and if it wasn’t for Steve’s warm hand on your lower back, its weight oh so comforting, you might spontaneously combust because of your nerves.

You were suddenly entirely grateful that Steve had shaved off his beard, was giving less of a an incredibly hot (and still very young, thank you very much) professor vibe and looked--- well, kinda like he could be your classmate.

But of course, of course the subject came up. Inevitably, after the small talk about your parents’ flight, about how their job was going and if they picked up a new hobby (…or heard some gossip), you and Steve became the centre of attention.

First, things went smoothly enough; you talked a bit about school, about Penny and some of your classmates and professors, about your part-time job. Steve had been subtly drawing small comforting circles on your thigh whenever he wasn’t eating and he in fact succeeded in lowering your heartbeat so much that you might appear even calm.

And then it oh so predictably went to shit.

Because apparently, your materialistic father had to ask Steve what he was studying and what his plan for his future career was.

“I actually finished my studies,” Steve admitted in an admirably dispassionate manner.

Meanwhile, your own heart started racing again, sending you to the verge of a cardiac arrest; your father’s eyes narrowed slightly, but a hint of a smile played in the corners of his lips in effort to remain polite… for now.

“Oh? Was that recently?”

You deflected that question by bringing up the pie and snatching Steve with you to bring it to the table since you two were the hosts.

The question forgotten, your mum – god bless her, she had caught up enough to know you did not want to discuss Steve’s age, even if it wasn’t that bad – asked about Steve’s field of study.

“History, minoring in pedagogics.”

“Oh? So you are a history teacher?” your dad chimed in and you swallowed as Steve confirmed that claim, walking straight into a death trap. You had seen it coming, you had, but you still winced when your father’s icy tone cut the almost festive atmosphere. “And it wouldn’t be that you’re more of a university professor, would it?”

His hand balled into a fist on the table, your mother’s lightly covering it as she whispered his name; the gesture of comfort, a silent plea for him to stay calm, didn’t quite work.

Steve, to his benefit, looked only a bit sheepish, meeting your dad’s eye with bravery worth of the Disney prince you had called him earlier that day. Also, with the same honesty… why hadn’t you agreed on lying to them again?

“It would, sir.”

“Oh. I don’t suppose then that it is a coincidence that you two met in school?” your dad continued and you sighed, your breathing progressively turning into a more and more of a difficult task with the anticipation of a storm.

“It is not, sir,” Steve replied calmly and you honestly didn’t know whether you should kiss him or punch him, unsure if his attitude made your father madder or not. “However-“

Your father’s gaze snapped to you, sharp and enraged; you felt yourself sink into your chair involuntarily, your mind travelling years back to the moments when he wasn’t pleased with you at all, yelled and sputtered words tasting of venom.

“Do you have any explanation for this inappropriate joke?” you father hissed, not caring he interrupted whatever Steve was about to say to your defence.

Your chest grew heavy, edges of your vision blurring subtly; your eyes burned and suddenly, you weren’t only remembering. You were reliving a memory, feeling like your child-self, like your teenage-self, being scolded for every imperfection; and there had been generous amount of those as you had been growing up.

Steve’s hand somehow slid under the table again, squeezing yours, a gentle wave of attempted comfort washing over you.

But it took one glance at him and you understood that silent support was not the only goal of his when he sought your touch.

His jaw was set tight, his grip a little too strong; he was trying to maintain composure, while not at all impressed with the tone your father was speaking with you.

Yet, Steve’s gesture did provide you with something you hadn’t had whenever you faced your father before; strength and true support, the essential reminder that you had done nothing wrong.

“Dad, this is not a joke,” you said, your voice shaking only slightly as you squeezed Steve’s hand back, “Steve and I are dating. Yes, he is teaching at the same college I study, but-“

A fist hit the table, causing the remaining tableware clank with the force behind the blow and you winced in fright, all muscles tensing in an instant.

“There is no ‘but’ applicable in this case!” your father spitted out, the anger in his voice making your guts twist, the sting in your eyes intensifying. “We help you to pay for school so you could study, not sleep around!”

Several things happened at once; your mother admonished your father, a level-headed whisper of his name. Your voice, too quiet as always when your father reprimanded you, tried to protest, to defend yourself. And Steve’s patience ran out, his outrage at your father’s demeanour showing.

“Paul-“

“That’s not what’s-“

“Don’t talk to her like that!“

“You keep your mouth shut now,” you father snapped at Steve, pointing a finger at him accusingly before turning his rage towards you again, the deep disappointment in his eyes somehow more hurtful than the anger. “Is it that bad with your grades that you have to—to--- Jesus Christ.“

The world stopped for several frantic beats of your heart, everything else in standstill. Multiple sharp breaths were drawn in, but you didn’t think either of them was yours.

Your father’s unfinished sentence echoed in your ears as if from a terrible distance and just like that—just like that, you were thrown several months back to the days before your graduation.

Rogers’ whore

Bet she’ll get the highest score

The icy feeling that froze your bones and crystalized the blood in your veins made for a stark contrast to the few hot tears you were distantly aware of that were running down your cheeks.

Many had thought of you that you were a set of holes to fill for the professor in exchange for passing an exam or two, which was disgusting, deeply insulting and obviously wrong. But those people didn’t know you- they weren’t your blood.

Your own father was now seconds from calling you a whore. The dinner turned into a stone in your stomach as the verbal punch knocked all air from your lungs.

“Paul!” you heard a swift reproach, quickly followed by Steve’s voice, dangerously low in a threat. “I’m sorry, what did you just imply about her?”

“You zip it-“

“Paul!”

It felt like a fucking elephant stomped on your chest, the spiral of pity and despair, mocking voices swirling wildly, tossing you around with a quickening speed as the circles got smaller and smaller, as if you were circling down the drain, your breaths coming shorter and shorter too-

And yet your father still continued, ignorant to all warnings and your inner turmoil.

“That’s over, my dear. I refuse to support such disgusting thing. And you, I don’t see how it’s possible that you still have your job-“

“DAD!” a loud cry cut off the monologue and it took you a moment to realize that it was you who just snapped and yelled, despite the unmistakable addressing.

Your father stared at you in mute shock as you dared to interrupt him; and frankly, with the world spinning, your stomach twisted and your chest constricted with anxiety, you were shocked by your actions too.

It was the fact that he doubted Steve’s position at the uni, flashed through your mind, the way he insulted the man you loved and who deserved all the good things. Or maybe it was his fucking attitude towards Steve and you in general and you just finally reached your limit. You weren’t sure; but shit, this ended now.

The silence that fell on the room granted you a few moments to breathe and calm your frantic mind.

“He is not using me like some f-“ -fuckdoll- “-fling or whatever. And he’s not even my professor, he’s-“

“Like it matters!” you father snapped from his trance, spitting the words, a vein on his temple visibly popping up as he rose to his feet swiftly, nearly sending the chair flying to the ground.

You stared up at him, the coil of despair and rage in your gut burning hot as he literally looked down on you.

You hadn’t been ready for this. You hadn’t been ready for your father to despise you for being in a relationship with a great man, to judge you so harshly without being able to listen for a damn second.

“It DOES. But even if he was-“ you tried to explain again, losing patience and the ground under your feet too as Steve’s hand started practically crushing the bones of yours.

You could physically feel Steve trying to hold back and slowly succumb to his not so nice emotions no doubt swirling in him just like in you.

“How can you not see that’s he’s only looking to get his---” your father gestured wildly towards Steve and rather low and you could hear Steve’s teeth grinding at the implication. Your blood reached the boiling point. How dared he to- “-that he’s only seeking a physical thing-“

“That’s not what this is. I love your daughter-“ Steve emphasized, expression fiery, voice surprisingly measured for a man who you believed was one moment from punching your father.

“Sure you do, son, until something with long legs and tall heels walks by-“

Steve’s chair scrapped against the floor and you quickly laid a palm over his chest to stop him from jumping to his feet and succumb to his righteous anger.

“Steve-“ you whispered soothingly, seeing the light tremble to his hands, tendons dancing under his shirt with the effort to hold back.

“Paul, that’s enough,” your mother interjected, grabbing her husband’s wrist to keep him back as well.

“I do love your daughter, I respect her and I fully intend-“

Steve closed his eyes as he inhaled shakily to compose himself. In the very back of your mind, you spared a single thought to what he was going to say before he shook his head and looked your father dead in the eye again.

“-I am serious about her and I want to and will be with her as long as she’ll have me.”

You had two full seconds to sink into the gentle sentiment behind his words, to cherish how much he did respect your choices and strangely, how he still doubted he could be enough for you, before your father scoffed dismissively.

“Well, I hope you are serious, because if she comes crawling back in few weeks, the door and the account will be closed.” He shot you one disdainful look that made your heart stop before twisting his arm from your mother’s hold and stepping away from the table. “We’re leaving.”

Your eyes slipped shut, a fresh wave of hot tears painting your cheeks, all strength leaving your body, darkness enveloping your mind.

He was cutting you off. He was going to disown you no doubt; that much of a disappointment you were to him.

Your own father hated you.

Dull ringing filled your ears, muffling your mother’s low voice.

“I’m so sorry for his behaviour.” She sounded truly regretful, her voice quivering a bit, you thought. “I’ll talk to him about what he said. Thank you for the dinner, baby. It was nice to meet you, Steve, truly.”

“You too, ma’am,” Steve responded firmly, his voice the only solid thing in the room. “I’ll—I’ll walk you out.”

“That’s not necessary, Steve. But thank you. I’ll call you, sweetheart.”

A low whisper about a promise fell from her lips next as she brushed your shoulder, but you couldn’t hope to understand what she was saying, the buzz of blood in your ears growing louder.

And then you knew she was gone along with your father. You knew because a warm hand touched yours, another gently wiping way the endless waterfall of your tears and then you were pulled to your feet and practically dragged to the couch in Steve’s protective embrace.

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You wouldn’t be able to tell how long you were drenching Steve’s shirt in tears, sobbing into his chest as he held you firmly and yet tenderly, whispering sweet nothings, words of comfort empty and yet so meaningful.

You couldn’t tell how long it took for the tremble subdue, for the sobs to turn into sniffles and then die out entirely.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so so sorry,” Steve whispered to your hair, caressing your scalp, your back the next, dropping a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know,” you creaked back, gripping the fabric of his shirt for one last time before you gathered your breath and courage to face him; you had to. You might be a mess, but it was vital that he heard you say this: “It’s not your fault.”

You withdrew slightly, meeting his eyes, so big and regretful, a bit watery as if he was the one crying. The corners of his lips, apparently having been turned down the whole time, twitched, his whole face twisting in a grimace; little sad, little defiant, but he didn’t protest even though you were certain that he wanted to.

Perhaps it was a testimony of how well you two fit, how your thoughts worked on the same wavelengths; you understood what he must have been thinking. If you were dating literally anybody else, this wouldn’t have happened.

So you had to assure him that you didn’t blame him; even if he did so himself. You didn’t have the energy to be angry with him for such thing. Mostly because that in a way, there was a tiny bit of truth in him thinking so.

“Don’t do that to yourself. I chose you. Yes, this relationship is on both of us… but we knew the risks and went for it anyway. And—it’s worth it, it’s just… fuck, this is so fucked up. I’m in such a mess now,” you whispered, your voice breaking as fresh tears burned in your eyes.

Steve’s fingers were quick to dry your cheeks, gently stroking, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“We are, babygirl. We’re in this together. What’s mine is yours,” Steve said, determined. You couldn’t find yourself sharing his optimism, but his eyes locked onto yours, serious as his words. “We’ll figure it out. Find ways of saving more. Hell, if it comes to that, I’ll try to find a job that pays better-”

Your palms landed on his chest, pushing away, putting some distance between you; his hand dropped from your face.

Say WHAT?

“Absolutely not!” you protested instantly, sobering from your despair and letting indignation take over, ignoring entirely the voice in your head sweetly nudging you with the idea of what Steve was willing to give up for you. “I’ll drop off college before I let you give up being a professor, Steve-- you are made-“

“Not an option, sweetheart,” he shot back instantly, expression turning strict. “You leaving college is off the table.”

Mentally, you threw your hands up in the air, growing confused and frustrated by the minute.

“Why? How is that different from you finding a new job, giving up something you worked for so hard?”

“The difference is,” Steve raised his voice slightly, speaking slowly as if he wanted you to remember every word, “-that the chances are that I could come back at some point, that I might only lose a few years. You dropping off, on the other hand, would affect your whole future.”

The same exasperation you felt burned in his eyes now and you gulped, realization hitting you that… yeah, okay, that was a good point. But you hated it anyway.

“…okay, that’s a fair point. But I rather work three jobs and didn’t sleep at all than seeing you leave the university.”

“And work yourself to the ground? I don’t think so, babygirl,” Steve shook his head, just a smidge of patronizing which stung more than you would expect.

Obviously, he was presenting you with more of a feasible option, but you had a feeling that the primal instinct to be the provider played a role in his attitude too – and at any given moment besides this one you would like that; you were completely fine with him wanting to ensure you were secured, taking the larger portion of the burden on his shoulders.

Except now it reminded you of your father in the worst possible way despite knowing that the sentiment was nothing but sweet, no malice in his intentions. It chased tears into your eyes.

Steve’s expression instantly melted, panic flashing in his eyes as he must have figured out that this was not the right thing to say… or not the right way.

His hands were quick to frame you face, tender but unwavering, forcing you to look him straight in the eye.

“Hey, hey, no. It’s just… we’ll work it out, somehow, okay? We can even move out and share an apartment with someone else if we need to. Though you’re forgetting I used to pay this rent and bills on my own.”

Your lower lip quivered, your heart fluttering in fondness for this incredible man, your chest constricted at the idea of taking anything away from him, even if it was comfort. God, the distance he was willing to walk…

“You were living on school cafeteria food and ramen,” you mumbled, corners of your lips twitching upwards for the shortest moment.

Steve’s smile, on the other hand, was almost blinding, tight-lipped but honest, thumbs sweeping at the tears that appeared yet again.

“See, another possibility to save money. Don’t cry, my pretty girl…” he pleaded lowly, kissing your nose before shaking his head lightly. “Or cry if you need to. I’m here, sweetheart, okay? Whatever you need.”

Shit, your heart couldn’t hope to contain this amount of love-

How could anyone ever doubt Steve was the right man for you? The best man? The most wonderful loving human being? How did your father think he was just looking for a mindless fuck?

“I love you,” you whispered hoarsely, smiling through your tears. “Fuck my father. He can’t bully me into being his perfect daughter by cutting me off, can’t make me behave. There’s nothing wrong with me loving you.”

“Or me loving you.”

There was no questioning his honesty; it was written all over his features, his irises bright with emotion. And yet, you worried your teeth over your lower lip, insecurity, your old friend, crawling into your head.

“You do, really? Even with my asshole of a dad?”

You didn’t mean it. Entirely. Though momentarily, your dad was being an asshole, not for the first time.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You’re my everything,” Steve promised, releasing your face in order to tuck messy loose strands of your hair behind your ears.

“That’s the sweetest thing to say, but you can’t exactly sell me to put food to your mouth-“ Oh. Even though… maybe that would be an option? “Well, technically-“

All the gentle warmth radiating from Steve’s expression turned ice cold, smile dropping so fast it startled you.

“Don’t you even-“

“Hey, why not, I mean how much do you think-“

“Stop that right now!” Steve’s voice cut you off, razor sharp voice as if cutting into your skin.

You flinched at the mental blow on instinct, air stuck in your throat, muscles in your back straightening enough to inflict a sharp pounding in your head.

Steve closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling painstakingly slow, as if he got punched in his gut too. His fists on your sides clenched and unclenched, Adam’s apple bobbing. When he looked at you again, it was obvious he realized he had scared you – and that he regretted not keeping his anger in check.

“I’m sorry, babygirl, I didn’t mean for it to come out this harsh.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, focusing on nothing but your breathing and keeping yourself from sobbing again as you were reminded of your father’s yelling. With each long second, you could see Steve’s face twisting and his body sinking into the couch in shame.

Well. As much as you hated him snapping at you, you had to give it to him – it sobered you up. Frankly, you didn’t blame him for being so harsh.

But you were also aware that Steve was a painfully kind and gentle soul and he never wanted to be rough with you… well, except under certain very consensual special circumstances.

“I know,” you forced an unconvincing smile, laying your palm on his cheek, affection Steve was quick to lean into with a sigh – probably both relieved and content. “I’m sorry for talking stupid.”

He covered your hand with his, carefully manipulating it so he could brush his lips over your palm.

“You’re not, not really. Our heads are a mess, rightfully so. I know people still do that, some purely by choice, but—I don’t want that for you, ever. That’s the same level on a will-never-happen scale like you not continuing your masters. Not an option for me. You’re my girl and if someone’s gonna change their habits, it’s gonna be me first.”

The surge of affection at his words filled your stomach with butterflies, wrapping around you like the softest and warmest comforter.

Great, now you wanted to cry for a whole different reason.

“I don’t deserve you,” spilled from your lips before you could think twice. Steve’s sweet smile made its return.

“Other way around, babygirl. Other way around…. Now how does a bath and a bed sound?”

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Steve hadn’t planned on you and him having a bath when making the suggestion. He found a bath-bomb even and few candles so the light wouldn’t have to be on and hurt your previously teary eyes.

But then you looked at him with wide eyes, pleading and so vulnerable, a single look so heartfelt that it would make the devil’s black heart break and the angels weep – and he was done for, sinking into the bath with you even if the bathtub was not meant for more than one person, especially when one of them was of Steve’s built.

He couldn’t tell you no. Less so after the shitstorm the dinner had turned into.

Yes, Steve’s own emotions were running high, anger, disappointment and self-hatred he knew he couldn’t confess to, certainly not at the moment, but you. You were the priority here because he had a feeling that no matter how overwhelmed he felt, he had nothing on you.

The ceramics of the tub was hard against his back and against his knees at the side, but you fit into his arms and between his legs so perfectly and contentedly that he wouldn’t dare to complain. Head in the crook of his neck, your back to his chest, you melted into him, eyes closed, fingers absently and yet affectionately running over his forearms above water, sometimes along his calves.

You didn’t talk much, mostly repeating that it wasn’t his fault, that you loved him – something he found himself echoing every time – and it slipped through your lips too that while you would never change the fact that you picked him… you were sorry for being a disappointment to your father.

At that, something in Steve’s chest cracked and he swore to himself – that he would never ever be the cause of you feeling like a disappointment. And why would he – you were his perfect girl, his best girl. As much as he regretted that he indirectly did have a hand in making you feel like this now, he wouldn’t change who you were to each other and who you were had he had the chance. Never.

What he could do was to hold you tighter after your admission and whisper more sweet nonsense that made perfect sense to him to your ear.

By the time the water got cold, you were practically asleep, completely groggy, pliant. Somehow, you both climbed from the tub without sustaining any injury. He might have been holding you upright a bit as you both brushed your teeth and pulled on a pyjama.

You fell asleep almost instantly, face hidden in Steve’s chest, few stray tears dampening his sleepshirt as you mumbled one more love confession into the fabric.

“I love you, Steve... I’m sorry… you have to put up with such bullshit…” Your words slurred but Steve didn’t need to hear them to understand what you were saying.

He dropped a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you closer to his side, ignoring the sting of guilt in his gut.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he whispered, earning a hum that might have been a sign of contentment… or you being entirely drained. “Let’s go to sleep now. Clearer head in the morning.”

Another hum and then nothing but your deep slow breathing, the last remnants of tension leaving your body.

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Steve didn’t think he would follow you to the dreamland anytime soon, too agitated, thoughts swirling wildly in his head, but he caught himself snapping back to consciousness at some point, unsure when he fell asleep – and what woke him up.

An intrusive buzzing on your nightstand provided him with the answer, your phone lit up.

Steve spared you one glance as you stirred only to nuzzle deeper into his frame, sighing.

As carefully as he could so he wouldn’t wake you, he stretched over you and checked who was calling.

Blood crystalized in his veins, heart sent into frenzy as he read a simple short word.

Mom.

He squeezed the side button, silencing the vibration as he pondered what to do; and yet, even as his heart jumped to his throat – as if he was a teenager about to face his girlfriend’s parents after he took her virginity – he had already made a decision, accepting the call as you sank into the cushions without him as a pillow.

He slipped from the room as silently and quickly as possible, announcing himself before you mother could say something not meant for his ears.

“Oh. Hello, Steve,” your mother greeted him, clearly surprised – but much to Steve’s relief, not angry.

He could do this, he could talk to your mother even with the lump in his throat; could have been much worse. Could have been your father and Steve wasn’t so sure if he would manage him. For one, he would hate to be reminded, once again, of what the numerous hate letters had told him about being a total perv; for two, Steve feared he might exchange words with your father that couldn’t have been taken back and would seal the damage done to the relationship with your parents .

“I’m sorry, ma’am. She fell asleep and—I can wake her, of course, but-“ He stumbled over his words and was immensely grateful when your mother saved him from his misery; more se when she said what she did.

“-but she had a rough night. We all did. I’m okay to talk to you, Steve.”

“Alright… how can I help, ma’am?”

“Tell me how bad she is, Steve? She stopped crying before she falling asleep?” the woman on the other side asked softly, causing Steve’s heart to squeeze in a painful memory of his own kind mother, God bless her soul.

And perhaps it was that very memory that encouraged him to speak openly, the genuine worry of a mother who cared deeply for her child, her heart full of love.

How such woman could end up with such an asshole and stay with him was beyond Steve’s understanding, but he certainly wasn’t in position to judge the choices of the women in your family – after all, he was your choice and there was a long line of people who looked at the two with disdain.

“For a while,” Steve admitted with a sigh, his gaze automatically flickering towards the bedroom. “She’s—she feels like she disappointed you in a way, she’s scared of the what’s next, but she’s angry too, because she doesn’t think she did anything wrong by being with me.”

And Steve thought the same… to a point. Didn’t matter that sometimes he would find himself in a dark place where he simply awaited the moment you’d change your mind and left him; for someone your age, with better looks, someone smarted, someone funnier, someone who didn’t have to shave off his beard just so your parents made it through the front door without yelling.

Such gloomy images always left him more desperate than he was comfortable admitting and with searing jealousy in his gut.

He needed you. Yes, he’d survive if you left – but he was certain that you’d take his heart with him, leaving him unable to fall in love ever again… or to feel whole, for that matter.

“She wouldn’t leave you to get her financial support back, Steve,” sounded gently on the other end of the line and Steve’s heart skipped a beat in alarm, brief wonder if he had said any of his latest thoughts out loud.

He supposed he didn’t – your mother was just too intuitive, just like his used to be. He gulped against his dry throat, suddenly guilty for – in a way – forcing you to leave them.

“…I suppose not… I’m sorry if-- it was never my intention to steal your daughter from you, but I’m- I’m not gonna pretend I mind that she would rather be with me than had her money.”

“This is not your doing, Steve, don’t you think I don’t know that,” she continued, a subtle smile in her voice, Steve thought. “And it’s good that she’s willing to make this choice. We wouldn’t want the bride to get cold feet, after all.”

Steve’s heart stopped altogether, he was sure of it. Colour him mortified.

How the hell—but- she couldn’t--- he hadn’t proposed yet and he- what?

His stomach twisted in a tight knot. He couldn’t but ask, voice barely above whisper.

“…how did you know?”

“You stopped yourself mid-sentence, Steve. And as cliché as it sounds, you had fire in your eyes, defending my daughter. It is clear to me that you are serious about her, that you love her, and from the little I heard about you, you are the kind of man who would put a ring on it to seal the deal.”

You mother was definitely smiling now and Steve found himself doing the same, even if the lift of his lips turned sour.

“I would have asked for parents’ blessings, but…”

“I give it,” she was quick to assure him and Steve’s breath hitched, his chest puffing with pride, filling with endless relief and joy. Your mother approved of him. Even knowing who he was, how old he was, how—she was willing to give him her blessing! “You seem like a good man, Steve.”

Steve was both embarrassed and ridiculously proud when he realized he was blinking against tears gathering in his eyes, enormous weight falling from his shoulders.

“That, uhm—that means a lot, truly,” he choked out, swiftly clearing his throat, the embarrassment definitely winning now. He had to get it together before he gave out how weak he could be in front of your mother… she had given her blessing; she could easily take it back.

“I like you, Steve. You’re a good blend of an old-fashioned and modern man. Don’t mess it up and keep my daughter happy.”

“I will try my best, ma’am,” he declared in an instant, meaning every word.

A sigh sounded from the speaker. “That’s all I ask for… now the less happy reason to call. I talked to Paul, but he… I’m sorry, Steve, as for now, he still isn’t fond of you.” That didn’t surprise Steve, but it hurt nonetheless. Then again, he was grateful that your mother tried to put in a good word for him; that meant a lot too. “He only agreed to pay for three more months.”

Steve’s free hand balled into fist, the other clutching the phone considerably tighter as hot surge of anger flooded his veins.

Three more payments. As if the relationship with your family was a damn job contract and this was the notice period.

Steve was sure he was going to be sick.

“Thank you. That’s… we appreciate it,” he managed to grit through his teeth, trying his damnest to remember that he wasn’t mad at the sweet woman – only at her husband.

“You really are a good man, Steve. You’re good for her. I’m glad she found you.”

Steve would once again be entirely joyful at being at least your mother’s favour, but he heard you call out his name from the bedroom, low, hoarse and utterly confused and all he could focus on was the idea of you, red-rimmed eyes and messy hair and still adorable, looking for him in the dark room with a pout to your lips.

“Steve?” your mother called out unsurely and Steve snapped from his reverie.

“Sorry, uhm, she’s awake-- do you want me to hand you over or-“ he blurted out swiftly, hoping the answer would be no as he couldn’t wait to crawl back to bed with you.

“No, just tell her I called. I believe you two have things to talk about. Take care of my daughter, Steve. I’ll be in touch.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Jane, Steve,” she offered kindly just as Steve heard the soft patting on your fluffy socks on the floor.

“Yes, Jane,” he corrected himself then, unable to contain the satisfaction as he tested the name on his tongue. “Thank you, really. Goodnight.”

He ended the call as you emerged from the bedroom, squinting to the low light, your eyes instantly finding him – he automatically smiled for you, unsubtly splaying his arms wide. You didn’t hesitate, aiming straight into his embrace even if it was at snail pace.

It was funny and strange and wonderful how Steve still loved simply holding you, his heart calmer the moment he found you melting into his frame. Christ, he loved you… and clearly, your mother noticed; he was so obvious, that-

“You were gone,” you muttered into his chest discontentedly, nuzzling into him and Steve automatically cradled you to him tighter.

“Sorry, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” you admitted bluntly, propping your chin on his torso to look up at him, eyes growing wide and surprisingly soft with emotion. “More so because I was talking stupid and crying into your shirt instead of comforting you after my dad accused you of the things that--- those things that aren’t right.”

Steve felt the painful nudge to his consciousness, because he knew there always would be some truth to ‘those’ words; but you were here to dilute the pain and make it all better. Your care for his well-being served like a shield for the sticks and stones for now at least, when you were the priority. You had it worse at the moment, no matter what his former colleague had accused him of in those hate letters – and now your father.

“Hey, no. Don’t worry about me now.”

You gazed into his eyes, pushing on your tiptoes to peck his lips and the small gesture of affection was like a balm to his soul, much like your words.

“But I do. Always. I love you, Steve… I’m sorry we can’t catch a break… but we’ll… somehow, we’ll push through, right?” you whispered, hopeful and wistfully determined and Steve could only nod, feeling the corners of his lips rising.

“Absolutely, sweetheart. You’re my girl.”

“And you’re my guy. My prince charming,” you hummed, cradling his unusually smooth cheek, irises full of wonder, the sensation was as foreign to you as it was to him. But it was your babble that made him chuckle, the nickname that seemed to catch on; you were too cute for words. “Guess I am Cinderella after all and somehow you accidentally fell in love with me.”

“Damn right I did,” he confirmed, brushing your forehead with his lips before tugging you back to the bedroom. “Not all that glitters is gold.”

“True. Though you might have some glitter from the bathbomb on you.”

“Cheeky girl.”

He didn’t bother pretending to be offended or grumpy; he was simply too happy to see some of your snarky teasing side making its return, that was always a good sign.

“I try… but really, are you okay?”

Steve didn’t respond at first, climbing to the bed, manoeuvring you to his arms where you belonged and fit so naturally. Only when the lights were out and you were both comfortable, he replied, truthfully.

“I will be. I have you. Plus, your mum seems to be okay with me.”

More than okay, apparently.

Steve’s heart fluttered with a bit of nerves as his mind wandered to the ring he kept in the very room you fell asleep every night.

“As she should,” you hummed, sounding very pleased. “She has a nose for good people. And you’re the best.”

“After you at least.”

“Best man, then,” you argued playfully and Steve was perfectly content to have you think that. It would play in his favour when he would finally find the courage to sink to one knee in front of you.

“Well, I’m certainly a lucky one… I have the best woman.”

“Uh-huh. Sure you do. Love you,” you whispered, kissing his chest over the fabric of his sleepshirt and sighing blissfully. “Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you too.”

If you only knew how much…

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…in the details, Part 3

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point anyway, are platonic.

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A bit about the OC Kari

Part 1

Part 2

All mistakes are my own.

Word count: 3,556

Well, that was not exactly the best idea, was it?

Dr. Darcy Lewis, unlike her colleague, Dr. Erik Selvig, was not a big fan nor an authority on any form of mythology. And the Irish history ask was a longshot at best.

So, here you were, in the coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Westview, talking to Dr. Lewis and getting nowhere fast.

“And, that’s not happening,” the astrophysicist grumbled as she set down her phone and took another sip of her beverage. It was some weirdly sweet concoction that looked like what humans thought rainbow-colored unicorn poop looked like. This world was not ready for what real magical beasts looked like. Most authors had not gotten all of that right in their books. No surprise there. No human really needed to see such things on a daily basis, and whoever had been the muses for those authors had covered up a lot.

“I take it Dr. Selvig has no clue on the Celtic Pantheon?” you asked as you sipped your very boring, light, non-sweet hot coffee. The barista probably wanted to laugh when you ordered it, but he did his best to stifle his snicker. “It was a very long reach on my part, Dr. Lewis. I’m sorry I roped you into this.”

“You can call me Darcy because you actually acknowledge my academic status,” the brunette said as she flipped her phone over again. “So, Thor is off in space. You don’t want me calling Falcon or his pal with the metal arm. Captain Marvel isn’t on your contact list. Ant Man and The Wasp? They can be sort of science geeks, right? Wait. Banner? Is he OK to call?”

Before you could open your mouth, Darcy was texting Banner off her own phone. “You know Bruce?”

“I met him at some meet and greet at MIT before the world went poof,” Darcy replied as she set her phone back down and seemed to be praying Banner would actually return her text. “Stark was there, too, but Banner was the one I got coffee with. Sweet guy, you know, even if he gets all green sometimes.”

As you sipped your coffee, you noticed a few people giving you odd looks. It made you very nervous. “Maybe we should finish up and get back on the road?” you asked Darcy as you quietly motioned toward the other patrons getting their daily fix of caffeine.

“Yeah, bubbe isn’t answering me anyway,” Darcy said as she picked up her phone and got up from her chair. By now there were several residents blocking the exit. “What is your problem? We paid. We’re busing our table. Then we’re leaving.”

“Are The Avengers going to hunt her down?” one woman in the back of the group asked as Darcy looked back toward you and mouthed the word “Help” before turning back to the crowd. The questioner was loud, but you couldn’t see her because of the big delivery man standing in front of her with a huge pile of Amazon packages. “Why did you come back?”

It was time to vamp. With an apparently faulty memory, this was going to be interesting.

“Before you all ask about what is going to happen regarding Wanda Maximoff, I want you all to know I have no authority to speak for The Avengers. I have never been a true member of the team. I helped them at a time when things were beyond bleak for this world. It was an honor and a privilege. But I am not a spokesperson. I am not a team leader.”

“Then why did you come here?” a man with glasses, holding a briefcase, asked from the line where he was waiting for his order. “Then and now?”

“I came the first time because I was looking for my friend. I was pulled into that nightmare just like you were. I wish I had been able to help her before any of this happened.”

“But you have powers, right? Couldn’t you have shut her down, hot stuff?” the first woman added as she moved to the front. Then you recognized her. Agatha Harkness. If Wanda kept her alive, there was a reason for it, and all the pain you had rising in your core had to be tamped down fast. Harkness had hurt Wanda, and that would have to be addressed one day. You were good at playing the long game.

“Taking her out in any sort of power stunt could have jeopardized your lives. I was not sure what she did to make it all happen, and I was not going to risk your lives. I’m sorry it wasn’t put to an end sooner. Now, if you will excuse us, we need to get to a meeting regarding the incident here,” you said as you and Darcy pushed through the crowd and back out to the street.

“OK, what was all that? Spin? Or are you remembering something?” Darcy asked as you got back into her car. You had left your rental on the outskirts of town. Better to travel as a unit until your business here was concluded.

“I remember a couple of things from that mess,” you said as you tried to keep your hands from shaking. “I remember Wanda and Vision’s sons. Billy and Tommy. I remember the house where I lived. Can we drive out to where Wanda had her house? Maybe that will help?”

Darcy pulled out of the parking space and made the lefts and rights to the lot where Wanda’s house had been. The one you were living in was in a lot right next to it. It was empty now, too, but you got out of the car anyway and stood in the center of the patch of dirt. You closed your eyes and held your breath as you tried to piece together what had happened. And then you started to cry as you fell to your knees.

“Whoa, slow down,” Darcy said as she ran and knelt beside you. “What did you see?”

“It’s weird. Wanda came over one day and more or less apologized to me because she couldn’t give me my real happy ending. I can show you, if you’ll let me…”

“Go into my mind?” Darcy protested before you could wave her off the idea. “No Vulcan mind melds for me today, thanks.”

“No, I carry this mirror, and you can see memories in it. Trust me, I do not use telepathy as a first line of anything. I tried it once, to help a friend, but it just caused more problems,” you groaned as you pulled the mirror out of your backpack. You waved your hand over it, and Darcy could now see what had happened with Wanda.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t find them and bring them here,” the Sokovian said quietly as she walked around the 1980s version of what was your living room. It was way too pastel for your liking, but the hints of fuchsia, orchid and teal in the overall cream and light gray design weren’t so bad. You had a couple of cats there with you. One was an orange tabby with a penchant for eating tuna at any given moment. He was warm and affectionate and just a ray of sunshine dressed in fur. The other was as white as the driven snow, but his own cuddly disposition came through. He was the one who would leave you weird gifts every morning. Rocks, feathers, and yes, the occasional dead mouse would be at the foot of your bed each sunrise. You’d find out at the end of that nightmare that the cats were only constructs of Wanda’s chaos magic.

“I know you miss the three of them,” she continued as she pointed to a framed picture of Steve, Bucky and Sam, all decked out in appropriate 1980s clothes that made them look like they ran away from some cop drama. “It’s probably better that there aren’t too many Avengers here anyway. Vis is getting concerned. And this way, well, no one needs to know which one you would have chosen. I know. You know. So you can always talk to me. Like we did before. But I gave you the wedding ring to make sure no one came on to you. Just in case I can get him here soon.”

As you showed Darcy the memory, a tiny part of you was screaming that this whole scenario seemed wrong. You watched Wanda’s crimson glow float around you as she spoke. You vaguely remembered The Morrigan trying to kick some sense back into your addled brain, but Wanda’s world was much too enticing to let your other self come to the fore. You wanted the damned happily ever after with the husband and the house and everything that meant in the modern American ethos. You had rationalized things for years in such a way that you’d never let yourself get it. That was why no one was here to hug you at night like Wanda had Vision. Maybe that fact alone was enough to crack Wanda’s hold on you a bit more than she realized?

But you also had to admit that you wanted to be there for Wanda in case things went south. That much was clear from the moment you showed up in Westview the first time.

“How come you didn’t just zap her? Fight back?” Darcy asked as you fully shifted to the present day and paused the memory.

“Because she wasn’t wrong. I did miss Bucky, Steve and Sam. I missed Banner, too, because they were, in the end, the ones still here that cared if I lived or died. And Spider-Man. Which is random and weird, but he did. And frankly, what I said in the coffee shop was true. I had no idea what my powers would do to her spell. I could have leveled the town. That was not an option.”

“So, that Agatha woman…” Darcy started to say and then stopped. “Wait. That was her? In the coffee shop? That was why you were acting so weird?”

“Yeah. Wanda could have killed her or taken Agatha away with her to imprison her. She didn’t. After what Agatha tried to do to Wanda, to try and take her powers, Wanda had every right to finish her off. But Wanda doesn’t likely know all that yet. There are rules set up from ages ago. Things witches can and can’t do to each other under specific circumstances. So Wanda left her trapped here—for now anyway. But, whatever happened with them, it affected me, too. I got hit with stray magic blasts. I’m betting it messed up my powers in ways I didn’t realize. And maybe my memories as well.”

As Darcy knelt there, her phone finally chimed. It was some weird little R2-D2 chirpy beep, and she looked elated as she showed you the message. “Seems Bruce still cares if you are OK or not. I don’t think bringing him here is such a great idea…”

“Did anyone send him data about what happened here?” you asked as you got to your feet, pocketing some of the dirt from the lot before you stood up. “Air and soil samples? Readings from the residents?”

“I can get them for him. Trust me, Jimmy Woo and Monica Rambeau would be more than happy to help. I’m glad that loon Hayward seems to have gone into hiding or was hauled away to The Raft,” Darcy noted as she checked her phone again. “Seems the doc is working out of a Stark lab here in Jersey. Road trip?”

You really didn’t want to go see Bruce. You had no idea how you’d explain any of what you did to him.

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You rehearsed what you planned to tell Bruce a million times in your mind as Darcy drove along the Garden State Parkway to a place called Woodcliff Lake. Stark Industries did indeed have a lab there, and it made you want to scream as you walked into the facility. You did not need yet another reminder that you could not save Tony Stark’s life at the end of that final battle with Thanos. That was part of why you were in this mess in the first place. It was also why you had a screaming fight with Stephen Strange, but no one else knew about that yet.

“Dr. Banner? We’re here!” Darcy yelled as you walked toward what had to be the research wing. The lack of security in the place was a bit disturbing, but then again, there were probably booby traps built into every square inch of the place. You could just hear Tony now as you got closer to the lab area. It would likely have been close to the speech you got the first time he talked to you at the compound.

“Hey! Lucky Charms! Don’t touch any of the expensive stuff. I guess that means don’t touch anything. I still have no idea why you are hanging around the team except that Steve wants you here for some reason. Maybe you’re tied to…his friend…and I just don’t want to face that? Still have issues with all of that, even if the man is dead. Pepper and Morgan said I should be nice to you, but I’m not quite there yet after what happened in Berlin. They are better people than I’ll ever be.”

“Earth to Kari?” you finally heard Bruce say as he waved his massive green hand in front of your face. Then he realized why you were likely spacing out. "Dr. Lewis, can we have a minute?”

“You can call me Darcy, if I can call you Bruce?” Lewis said as Banner nodded to her. “Cool. I’ll go find the little scientist’s room and be right back,” she added as she left the lab.

“So,” Bruce started as he pointed you toward a set of chairs at one side of the lab, “Darcy filled me in via text. I have no idea what happened with Wanda, and I know none of us know where she is. I did call a friend who wants to help,” he noted as a swirling circle of yellow light formed near the window that looked out over the parking lot. “I figured you’d listen to him, and he knows more about this stuff than I do.”

“What did you do?” Wong shouted as he exited the portal. “You usually listen to reason. Why did you go after Wanda all alone?”

“I went to help Wanda. She was hurting. She watched Vision die twice. She lost Pietro. I can relate to all that very, very well. My twin Branan died in front of my eyes, too, and I’ve buried two husbands. Both died in battle. I just wanted her to know she wasn’t alone. But she…she hit all my vulnerable points. And she was under attack at the same time. From a woman named Agatha Harkness and from the director of SWORD. Some martinet named Hayward. He built another Vision. I think Hayward was using Wanda’s powers to bring him to life. Darcy is going to check in with some of the people who worked with her to get you more intel, Bruce.”

“Another version of Vision? Great,” Bruce muttered as he looked over at Wong. “As for this Harkness person…”

“The name rings very small bells, so I’ll need to do some research,” Wong noted as you bumped your left fist against your forehead. “What?”

“Harkness is a succubus. And she is old. Not as old as I am, but she is still a good 400 years old, give or take a day. She apparently survived the Salem Witch Trials. Wanda spelled her and left her in Westview. I think she is, at least in small ways, aware that her world is all wrong. I didn’t want to press it when I saw her in that coffee shop. We do not need an angry succubus flying around. Wong, they got into an aerial battle, and Wanda was using sigils, runes, whatever you want to call them, to focus her power. I think she picked that up from good old Aggie. I never showed her anything like that on purpose. I always suspected she had magic in her bones, but it wasn’t my place to start that fire. The bigger issue is that Wanda conjured up two children while she was there. She created cats for me, so anything is possible. I got knocked out by the end of the fight, so I have no idea what exactly happened in the end other than Wanda running off and Agatha being left behind for some reason.”

“And?” Wong asked as he started to look you up and down. “You did a spell? And it went bad? Your aura is all messed up.”

“I…I tried to do a spell so The Avengers would think of me less and less, and then eventually I’d just be a fleeting memory. I felt walking away in the dead of night, the thing I usually do when I am leaving town, would not be good enough. The spell got botched, and now I’m connected in some fashion to Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Looking back at it, I spent more time with them in the days leading up to my departure. Steve and Bruce were there the day I left, and so were Sam and Bucky. And…I’m carrying a lot of guilt about Bucky after his accident in 1943.”

“All this on top of the magical circus Wanda made? Are you insane?” Wong yelled as he started to pace.

“And the fight I had with Stephen on the day of the battle. Yeah, I guess I am insane,” you replied as Wong threw up his hands. Bruce had gotten extremely quiet, and that was not a good thing.

“Before we get to dissecting your spell, Kari, was this because of what Tony said? About you not being an Avenger because you were…?”

“Unstable? Yes. And the fact I could not bring anyone back from the grave, especially during that last battle. And the fact about who killed his parents. Buck did while under Hydra control. Steve found out and never told Tony. I ran into The Winter Soldier a few times over the decades, so there was the chance I could have prevented their deaths, too. Tony really had no reason to ask me to join the band.”

“Once we get your spell problem sorted, then we will address this, too,” Bruce said as he looked toward Wong and shook his head. “I loved Tony like a brother, but he was wrong…”

You winced a few times as you tried to listen to Bruce and Wong, now joined once again by Darcy, as they tried to figure out how to fix or reverse that spell, and they hashed out what might have happened to you during that first trip to Westview. You were really trying to focus on their questions, but you felt a tug that no one else could ever have possibly felt.

“Baltimore,” you mumbled as you pulled out your cellphone and debated texting the person you felt tugging at that damned invisible string. No. That would have ended badly, especially since your original spell had gone haywire.

“Bucky Barnes was arrested?” Darcy asked as she showed you her phone alert. “I bet he punched that new fake Cap in the nose. Sorry, but that guy looks like he has no clue. I saw him on Good Morning America. Total cheese fest.”

“Wait. What?” you asked as you took her phone. “Sam didn’t keep the shield? I just hope Bucky didn’t punch Sam and wind up in jail for that!” You gave Darcy back her phone and looked at yours again. It was buzzing. “Anyone here know who the hell is Christina Raynor?” you asked the trio in front of you. No one had any clue about that. You hit the speaker button as you answered the call.

“Hello? Ms. MacOrish. I’m James Barnes’ therapist, Christina Raynor. Sam Wilson said I should give you a call and ask you to join us in Baltimore. As quickly as possible, if you can. I don’t think Mr. Barnes wants to spend the night in a holding cell.”

“Oh no, you are not going to Baltimore,” Wong said as he crossed his arms and got a stern look on his face. “Not while your head is all over the place. You could portal to Baltimore in the 1800s for all you know. You could end up eating lunch with Lord Baltimore in the 1700s. You really shouldn’t do this.”

“Wong, what better place for me to go than to see a therapist?” you said with a smirk as you opened your own portal, this one a lovely shade of emerald green, that went to where Raynor was waiting for you—outside an interrogation room at the city jail.

“Mr. Wilson said you’d be fast. He did not tell me you were one of the powered class,” Raynor said as you went through the portal, looking back to wave briefly as you heard Darcy’s last comment.

“What about your rental car?”

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adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

Part Two

Warnings: none in this chapter

Word count: 2.2k

After a moment of gathering your thoughts, you open your eyes to see other students begin to filter into the large auditorium. The little wooden desks that flip out from below the seats force people to squeeze past each other and give awkward sorries. Coming from calc, you thankfully don’t have to do the awkward shuffle as you came straight from a nearby building. While watching the students trickle in, you notice that many hold coffee in their hands and you suddenly are incredibly jealous… that guy from your last class wasn’t wrong in his assumption of your night owl status.

You sigh, and pull out your laptop to pull up the syllabus for the class. You were slightly nervous for this class, as it was completely out of your comfort zone. You hadn’t yet settled on a major, so you were knocking out some general classes while you were a freshman. And now, you were sitting in an Intro to Composition class to fulfill your creative work requirement. You really didn’t have experience with music in any formal sense, but you always loved to listen to music as you did basically anything. You found that music helped make the more unpleasurable bits of life more bearable. And the good bits, well, they always seem to have a good beat behind them too.

While you begin to look at some of the upcoming projects and their due dates, you feel the seat below you shift as someone occupies the seat next to you. When you glance up, you first see that since you pulled your laptop out, the lecture hall had quickly filled up. Your eyes dart over to your new seat buddy, and you can’t help but feel your eyes widen a bit. It was a boy with a slight build, but definitely a powerful aura. From your view, the sharpness of his jawline coupled with his soft looking cheeks was enough to inspire Michelangelo himself, you thought. While he was bent over slightly pulling out his desk, you shifted your eyes to look at his. He had soft eyes, and you could just barely tell he added a bit of a peach shadow and mascara to his look. Framing his face was inky black hair that was gelled to perfectly hang just to the edges of his dark brows.

Not wanting to get caught staring, you drag your eyes away from him and back to your laptop. You felt heat rise to your cheeks and willed it to recede --- you’ve had enough of embarrassing yourself today, you thought. Why oh why God, did you send freaking male models to your university, and not only that, but make them attend the same classes as you!

You quickly snap out of your thoughts as you hear a voice come from close to your right side. Eyes going from your laptop to the speaker, you realize it’s the boy next to you that spoke.

“Hey, just so you know I think your bag is caught on the chair, and looks like it’ll spill…”

His voice is more light and melodic than you anticipated from his angular features, but you don’t really fully process the thought before you realize that yes, your bag is precariously hanging from the edge of the chair between you, and it looks like your notebook and pens are about to end up scattered across the lecture hall. You gasp and grab your bag before it dumps, and lift the strap to untangle it.

“Oh my God, thank you so much, I’m sorry!” Your words rush out of your mouth as you zip the bag to prevent further disaster. How embarrassing, you groan to yourself internally.

He lets out a tinkling giggle, “No worries, happens to the best of us.” Said with a smile, he makes you feel better about the awkward situation almost immediately.

You smile back at him, “I suppose that’s true”. His grin widens a bit at your reply, and you notice his eyes squinch up to the point where they seem to disappear a bit, which you have to admit is incredibly endearing.

“My name’s Jimin!”

“Y/n. Nice to meet you!” Your smile gets larger at his introduction, it’s nice to be making a friend in a class that you already feel out of your depth in, and not to mention one that is as kind and not at all bad to look at.

“You too! So, what year are you? I’m a second year.” His smile never left his face.

“Oh, I’m only a first year actually!” You hated having to tell people you were a new student, honestly, but you kept your smile hoping he wouldn’t tease you too hard for it.

“Aw, you’re just a baby! Don’t worry, sunbae will take care of you!” His smile definitely had a cheshire quality to it now.

“Is that a promise sunbaenim?” You smirked back at him. While your words were formal, you were quick to pick up his flirty nature and turn it around on him. You saw his eyebrow lift in amusement at the subtle double entendre, and just as he was about to respond, a much louder voice cut him off from the front of the hall.

“Good morning everyone. Welcome to Intro to Composition. I am your professor, Doctor Choi. To my side here is this class’s learning assistant, Yoongi.” At this he swings his arm around to gesture to a boy giving a flat smile and nodding his head in greeting, his hands in his front pockets in a kind of forced relaxed stance.

“He is a fourth year student and is here to answer any questions you may have about the class material, as this is a rather large class.” The professor continues on, but you only give it partial attention, half because of already reading the syllabus, and half because you were getting a good look at the LA he introduced.

Yoongi was standing towards the wall of the auditorium, seemingly not wanting to be the center of attention. He wouldn’t have pulled your attention so much if it wasn’t for his gorgeous feline-like features that gave him an elegance, despite his slightly awkward demeanor. The glasses perched on his nose and the dark bangs swooped gently over his forehead gave beautiful contrast to his pale skin and pink lips. The silver hoops in his ears that reflected the overhead fluorescents gave him more of an edgy vibe, and it seemed to suit him well.

As it seems, Jimin thought so too. You turned to glance at your new friend to see him eyeing the LA you yourself was just examining. You watched him pull in one of his plush lips to pull it lightly with his top teeth. The quick action made you lift your brow in amusement. The introverted LA appeared to have a fan club in you and Jimin. After a quick glance around the room, you saw most of everyone beginning to type notes or watch your professor with way more attention than you or Jimin were giving him.

At this, you quickly refocused on the lecturer. Lord knows you need to pay attention to do well in this class with the zero experience you had with the material.

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75 minutes later, the distinct sound of students shuffling as they put away their things and exit the room rings out. You and Jimin follow suit.

“What do you think of the first project that he introduced today? I’m a little nervous to be honest.” You look up from your bent over position to see Jimin’s eyebrows slightly furrowed as he expresses his concern.

“Yeah, me too. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing with this stuff so it’ll definitely be a learning process.” Slipping into a conversation about the class was completely natural to you two. It seemed you two clicked as friends right off the bat.

“Tell me about it. I’m a freaking dance major, not a music major!” He let out a grown and tipped his head back as you both walked together out of the lecture hall.

“My advisor recommended this course to me because she said that some dance majors find it useful to learn about music construction, because it can help them be better at moving to the music. And because I tend to focus on contemporary, it makes sense. I’m just worried about not doing well in the class itself.” As he spoke, his face slipped into a cute pout.

His pout made you giggle, which you tried holding back behind your hand but he heard you before you were able to.

“What is so funny? Is my life struggle really that comedic to you hoobae?” He couldn’t hide the smile on his face, knowing how dramatic he was being. The slight giggle in his tone gave him away too.

“Of course not, I would never belittle your struggles, sunbae. You must have it so hard. Dancing requires an immense amount of brainpower, I don’t know how you are able to walk around with how big your brain is!” You widen your eyes for dramatic flair as you fight your lips from quirking up.

He stops dead in his tracts, and turns to you with his eyes nearly bulging out of his head at your sarcastic reply.

“Ya! Kids these days show no respect for their elders!” He bumps his hip into yours after catching up to you, “I’ll have you know I was class president for nine years in school! And valedictorian! And this is how I get treated!”

You make a noise of surprise in the back of your throat and turn to him. “Were you really, sunbae? That’s amazing!” His easy-going attitude definitely didn’t leave you with the impression that he was that dedicated to his studies.

Now slightly sheepish, he shrugs. “Yeah, it’s true. I was a model student back then.”

Looking forward, he gives a bit of a bitter smile to himself. “You are wondering why I became a dance major, I imagine.”

Sensing the slight sensitivity to the topic, you shake your head as you answer, “Well, who am I to judge who does what major when I can’t even decide on one for myself?” You give him a shy smile.

By this point, you were both strolling down the brick path connecting the buildings of campus together, the bite of winter still remaining in the wind that blows your hair off your face on the otherwise sunny day.

He turns to look at you, with a slightly more evaluative gaze. You only hold eye contact for a second before moving your eyes forward again, trying to avoid blushing under his attention.

“You have time. Don’t force yourself into a path that others make for you.” His face was contemplative, and it seemed like he might have been speaking from personal experience.

“That’s good advice sunbae. Maybe your brain really is super big.” Your attempt to make him smile again works, and he lightly pushes your shoulder.

“Brat!” You can’t help but to let out a loud giggle, to which he lets out his own.

Seeing the street you needed to turn on for your next task of the day, you go to say goodbye to Jimin. “Well, this brat has to go buy groceries, so she’ll see you later.” You go to turn away, but before you can, he grabs your hand.

“You’re just going to leave your new friend without giving him a way to contact you? What if he has some pressing composition questions, huh? What is he to do then?” The teasing tone makes you smile.

“Well, if I remember correctly the LA you were checking out earlier is at your disposal sunbae.” He sputters for a couple seconds, pink coming to his cheeks making your smile widen, taking pleasure in catching him off guard.

“Okay, but you can’t tell me he isn’t yummy y/n!”

At this, you let out a cackle and bend over from the force of your laugh. You didn’t expect his answer, but you did have to agree with him. That LA, Yoongi his name is you think, definitely is yummy. He is gorgeous in an understated way.

After you finish laughing, you relent. “Okay, I’ll give you that. I’ll spare you the embarrassment of asking the yummy LA your dumb questions. Hand me your phone”.

He pulls his phone out of his canvas tote, holding his laptop and what looks like a textbook. You quickly type in your contact information, and hand it back to him.

“I appreciate your pity on my poor soul, y/n.”

“It’s more pity on Yoongi’s soul, actually.” You have to raise your voice as you are already walking away as you reply, your head turned over your shoulder. Your smile is met with a shake of his head and a tongue sticking out in your direction.

You laugh as you continue on towards the grocery store, happy that you were able to make such a good friend on just the first day of classes. Who knows what the rest of the semester has in store for you, if this is just day one, you think to yourself. Only time will tell.

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