#and everyone’s like ‘oh yeah no this is normal. we usually just hide from them until the alarm goes off’

[thewulf]

Adorably Clueless || Steve Harrington

Summary: Request - So everyone rags on Steve for being stupid right so here’s the idea the reader who is pretty smart acts clueless about a lot of things and asks Steve for help because they don’t like the way the others jokingly call him stupid all the time... Read Rest Here

A/N: We’re pretending Robin and Steve are friends their senior year of high school, everything is moved up a year. Dustin and co are in eighth grade and reader/Steve/Robin/Nancy are seniors. K thanks <3Thank you for the request @loving-and-dreaming

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Y/N

Word Count: 3.5k +

“Can I have a ride to school?” Dustin asked as you slid into the seat next to him running a bit behind this morning. You’d taken a little extra time to make sure you looked a little bit nicer than normal. Steve was around. He was always around. And you’d be lying if you didn’t say you had a little crush on him. You and every girl in Hawkins that was.

You quirked your eyes up to him while pouring the remaining orange juice into your glass, “No Harrington this morning?” Asking inquisitively. Steve had been picking Dustin up early the last few days throwing you out of your normal rhythm with the middle schooler.

He shook his head quickly, “No, we finished that project.” He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Rolling your eyes, you put the bacon and eggs your mom had made up onto your plate in a hurry, “Yeah, sure. Not like I have to go anywhere else.” You snickered knowing Dustin had to walk down the hill to the middle school, you couldn’t be bothered to drop him off then park.

Your mom sighed gathering the attention of both you and your brother, “I’m glad you’re driving him again, Y/N.” She smiled at you giving your hand a pat.

You frowned almost immediately at that comment, “Why? Steve’s perfectly fine at driving him.”

She gave you a tight-lipped smile knowing how you were. You weren’t going to back down from a fight, you never did, “Well, you know what they say.” She chuckled looking at Dustin who simply gave her the same look of confusion.

Shaking your head quickly you deadpanned at her, “I actually don’t mom. Enlighten me, will you?” You snapped back feeling all the irritation bubbling to the surface. Of course, you knew what they said about Steve. He was dumb. He was irresponsible. He would never get out of Hawkins. Blah blah blah. You might’ve believed that in the past but no longer was that the case. After you saw how he treated your younger brother you saw him in an entirely new light. Steve was kind. Steve was sweet. Steve was beyond thoughtful. You were crushing hard on the boy. And you’d done a pretty damn good job at hiding it. Right up until now. You were definitely giving it away now. Dustin’s eyes burning into the side of your head told you so.

She gave another quick, nervous laugh before clearing Dustin’s plate, “He’s just trouble sweetheart.”

“Typical.” You grumbled feeling annoyed as hell by your mother’s dismissal of the sweet man you’d observed over the last few months.

Dustin looked over at you giving you a curious look. You were usually mouthy with your parents but never pushed it too far. This was pushing it beyond what he was used to. And for Steve? He thought that was odd. Especially for you. He’d learned almost everything from you. You were analytical. Smart. Only spoke up when you knew you were right. Why were you defending Steve Harrington so boldly?

“What’s that honey?” She asked turning back to the two of you.

“You of all people shouldn’t believe the gossip. Thought you told us not to judge a book by its cover mother?” Refusing to look at either of them you decided on staring at the plate in front of you.

Her nervous smile gave it all away, “Sure. Now, off you go. Don’t want to be late to school now do we kids?”

You frowned annoyed as hell by the utter dismissal of the conversation. Oh, so typical. Rolling your eyes, you stood not even attempting to clear your plate, “Come on Dusty. We’ve got some learning to do.” You didn’t wait before grabbing your backpack and keys and walking out the front door without so much as a goodbye. Dustin followed quickly yelling a goodbye leaving a very quiet house for a very mouthy woman to deal with.

When Dustin jumped into the passenger seat of your old sedan you looked over at him. He was giving you the weirdest look. Studying you, “What?” You asked deciding to do your seatbelt instead of looking at him. You couldn’t look at him. No, that’d actually give you away.

“What was that about?” He asked not deciding to hold it back.

“What was what about?” You played dumb. It was so much easier. So, so much easier than explaining a stupid little crush that’d go absolutely nowhere.

He shook his head leaning back into the seat, “Steve? You’ve never mentioned his name before. Now you’re yelling at mom over breakfast about him? Thanks for that by the way.” He smiled knowing you’d always have his back.

You shrugged while backing out of the driveway, “I don’t know… You like him. He fills a gap I can’t fill. So why shouldn’t I defend him?” Trying to play it off you were thankful you had a reason to keep your eyes forward and on the road.

He nodded his head not fully believing you as his eyes narrowed in on you, observing you, “Sure, Y/N. That’s all.”

You nod quickly not daring to look over at your overly observant brother. Weren’t boys supposed to be clueless? Why was every single one of them clueless except Dustin? Of course, your brother wasn’t defective like a majority of the male population, “Yup. That’s all Dustin.”

The rest of the ride was nearly silent as Dustin sat there staring at you. He wasn’t going to give it up and neither were you. So, silence it was. When you parked the car in the lot you turned to him, “Not a word is mentioned of this morning to him. Do you need a ride home?”

Dustin smirked. The little fucker smirked. He unbuckled his seat belt and gave you the biggest grin, “Can’t guarantee that and nope. Steve is driving me home. We’re doing some investigating after school.”

You shook your head, “For once. Keep your big mouth shut. What are you even investigating? It’s Hawkins.” Giving him a curious glance, you stepped out of the worn-down vehicle trying not to be too late to class.

He jumped out of the car mimicking your actions, “Again, can’t guarantee that dear sister. And exactly. It’s Hawkins, there’s lots to investigate.” He grabbed his backpack before turning off to head down towards the middle school, “I’ll be back late, let mom know.” He waved knowing it was best to not give you the last word. Whatever. You’d cover for him like you always did. Steve was good for him. Just like Mike, Lucas and Will. It was never lost on you how you were always a touch jealous of your younger brothers ability to make true friendships. You’d only had one true friend. Thankfully, she was in most of your classes. You’d have gone insane have to deal with this whole high school thing alone.

As Steve got to know Dustin more you got to know him a little better too. It got under your skin how everybody so casually called him dumb or stupid. He was neither. He just played a part. A part you were easily able to see behind. He was his true authentic self around your brother, at your house. You’d caught him talking nerdy with your brother and asking questions somebody dumb would never. Steve was a master at his craft. An illusionist who needed to be the center of attention. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure that part of him out. For that you’d have to have a real-life conversation. One you often shied away from. Little did you know Steve was determined to get that conversation out of you, Dustin’s far too shy older sister. The girl he’d been crushing on since his split with Nancy.

He knew he was a goner the first time he really saw the real you. You were arguing with your mom, something he’d learned was commonplace in your household. He was amazed by your ability to express your words. You so flawlessly got your point across in a way he’d never seen. You were in his classes, but he’d never really seen you before. You were beautiful. Especially once your younger brother talked you up without even realizing it. He’d started to fall for you without even having a proper conversation. He wasn’t going to give up though. He wasn’t planning on going to Dustin, but he was starting to run through all his options. Every time he tried to dive in a little bit deeper you gave him that deer in headlights look. A look of knowing he was pushing the boundaries a little too hard. He’d back off. But then he got absolutely nowhere with you. Until you started coming to him for little things. You’d ask him a math question, one you’d obviously know the answer too, but one you knew he knew the answer to as well. Something to boost his confidence. For even you knew he heard the snide remarks about his intelligence. He was human too.

In English you’d ask him a silly grammar rule. In Phys Ed you asked him how to correctly shoot the basketball even though you’d been taught a thousand times over by Dustin and his know-it-all friends. In Spanish you’d ask him a simple question, beaming with pride when he answered back correctly. Little by little you tried to help him in the smallest of ways.

He was doomed, doomed from your sweetness. You’d taken his heart without the simplest of clues to doing so. He was trying to give you all the signs, the signs that showed he was incredibly interested in everything you had to offer. But you were clueless. Absolutely clueless to it all. For as smart as you are you were oblivious to him right in front of you. If he couldn’t figure it out soon he’d have to go to Dustin to get to you. He’d gotten the sense that only Dustin could talk some reason into you.

You’d been a pro at avoiding Steve at school that day. He hadn’t a clue as to why you were being so elusive. You were far too aware of your feelings to even try and approach a semi-normal conversation with the man. Avoiding him was your best option.

“You’re acting weird Y/N.” Kelly, your best friend, said as she spotted your eyes darting the cafeteria at lunch, “Been acting weird all day.”

“No, I haven’t Kel.” Speaking back in an instant you turned your full attention back to her.

A smirk that was eerily similar to Dustin’s danced on her lips as she watched you. Everybody seemed keen on your actions today, “In fact, you’ve been acting a little off ever since a certain Harrington has become friends with your very own brother. Peculiar.”

You rolled your eyes rather dramatically at your friend, “Look at you, jumping to conclusions.”

“You’ve been avoiding him all day Y/N.” She said matter of factly.

Shaking your head, “No…”

“You literally made Mandy trade seats with you in Chemistry today. I don’t want to hear it.” She cut you off.

“You’re annoying.” You sighed.

“And you’re being avoidant. The usual hey?” She grinned knowing she had you there. This was totally your style.

“Whatever Kelly.” Looking away your eyes went wide seeing Steve and his very own best friend, Robin, walking your way, “Gotta go talk to Mrs. Pace about my grade. I’ll see you later?” You stood quickly and ran off before she could even reply. When you turned back you saw the three of them conversing, talking about who knows what. You. They were talking about you.

When you heard the front door open and close you’d assumed Dustin was alone. Your parents were out for a dinner date with another couple they’d been friends for years with. Being miserably bored you were thrilled when you’d heard him come home. Having somebody to annoy made you far too giddy.

“There you are!” Yelling from the top of the stairs you skidded to a complete stop seeing not only your brother but his much taller and much more handsome friend standing in the kitchen with him.

All too pleased with himself he gave you a head nod, “Y/N. Steve’s going to stay for dinner.” He didn’t ask, he stated.

“Sure, I’ll just be up in my room…”

He cut you off grabbing at your arm, “No, I know you haven’t eaten. Sit.” He sounded weirdly like your father.

“I already…” You tried but again he cut you off.

“No, you haven’t. The plate is untouched. Your water is still at the table. Sit.” He pointed to your usual chair. He had you there. He was too damn observant. Only Dustin.

You glared at him but sat down next to Steve who looked all too happy to be sitting there with the two of you. Not even you could lie, he was damn adorable sitting there kicking his feet watching the two siblings bicker back and forth.

Dustin set down two plates in front of you and Steve, “I just remembered. I was supposed to call Mike at 7! We’re supposed to be doing Mr. Ryan’s homework.” He rambled before running off upstairs.

“Dustin?” You called feeling a growing irritation for your meddling younger brother. The little shit just left you to fend for yourself with Steve fucking Harrington? What the fuck?

“Kids a trip.” Steve smiled over at you hoping it’d calm your nerves a bit. He knew you were nervous for some reason. He was anything but intimidating, or so he thought.

Your face broke into a grin knowing his motives. He was a trip, that one was for sure, “You could say that again.” Defeated, you grabbed at your fork knowing you couldn’t really just leave him sitting in your kitchen. Dustin would quite literally kick your ass if you did that.

He nodded his head in agreement, “Your brother is pretty great too. Never thought I’d enjoy spending so much time with a literal kid.” He snickered knowing the optics of the situation were less than stellar.

Finally, you looked at him. And Jesus, was he stunning. It wasn’t fair. He was so damn attractive and then he was so damn kind? Dustin was setting you up, “He get it from somewhere.” You agreed with him while nodding your head.

Steve’s smile grew even wider as he let out a hearty laugh, “He told me you were funny.”

Eyebrows raised you replied, “He did?”

“Yup.” He scooted a tad closer to you. All too thrilled you were finally entertaining a conversation with him, “He says a lot of good things about you.”

Without even realizing it you bit your lip slightly. A little habit Steve had noticed in school as he watched you a bit closer this year. It happened when you were thinking. When your mind was reeling, “Dusty’s the sweetest younger brother. I’m lucky.”

“Well, he’s got a pretty great older sister he watches all the time.” Steve said so casually you weren’t positive if you were hearing

Your eyes snapped back over to his suddenly very aware of why you avoided these conversations. Your cheeks were absolutely ablaze feeling like you could cook an egg off your face it was so hot, “

He smirked, “What? No comeback? He says your infamous for those. And I’d tend to agree. You schooled Mr. Clark the other day.”

Biting back a smile you rolled your eyes, “Dustin has a lot of opinions about me, hmm?”

He leaned forward feeling brazen, “You’re right. Enough about him. More about you.” His chair scooted just a bit closer. He was bold, you gave him that.

“Me?” Your face had to be as red as a tomato now.

“You heard me.”

Trying to be just a bit brave you continued, “Well, what about me?”

His chair inched ever so much closer. Your heart was racing at an uncomfortable pace as he opened his mouth, “Tell me something about you sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? Sweetheart. Damn, that made your already racing heart explode, “What do you wanna know?” It was a whisper. God, you were pathetic. He made you pathetic. A pathetic bumbling mess, “I hate chicken nuggets. I think they’re disgusting.” You said the first thing that came to your thoughtless mind.

He didn’t give you any time to be embarrassed though. He let out a snort before full on laughing, “Chicken nuggets? Really?”

You nodded quickly defending yourself, “I just… I just don’t think chicken should come that way. Not natural.”

He snickered shaking his head but moving his chair even closer. He was almost on top of you now. Surly, he could hear your racing heart, “You’re a trip too, Henderson.”

“Hopefully you mean that in a good way.”

His smile should’ve given you the hint. But you were clueless. Absolutely clueless, “In the best way.”

The two of you were so into the moment you didn’t hear the younger version of you walk down the stairs. To be fair, it had been twenty minutes. He’d just been sitting in his room bored to death and couldn’t take it anymore. So, he walked down the steps. When he walked into the kitchen he’d expected to find the two of you bickering. Just like he and Steve did. But he found the opposite. The two of you… enamored with each other?

He couldn’t hide the small smile creeping up on his lips. He’d all but gotten a confession out of Steve that he liked you. And he wasn’t dumb, you liked him. So, this was meant to happen, right? Plus, if the two of you were together then Steve would be over all the time. A win, win.

But he was bored, your love could blossom another time, “What’d I miss?” He spoke up. You nearly jumped from your seat. Steve scooted away in a hurry.

“Dustin!” You whisper shouted, startled by his sudden presence.

“Son of a…” Steve muttered while glaring at the younger boy.

Dustin gave him a devious smirk, “What was that Steve?”

“He likes you; you know.” Robin set her bag down next to yours on the ground. She plopped down in the seat next to you in the wide-open library.

You looked up from the homework you were working on, “Hmm?”

“Steve. He likes you. Hard.”

Shaking your head, you decided on giving her your full attention, “No, no he doesn’t. I think I’d notice if he liked me.”

She snorted lightly, “You’re adorable. Adorably clueless. He likes you Henderson.”

“Then he’ll tell me himself.” You said so assuredly you weren’t expecting her reply.

“You’re right. He will.” And before you could reply Robin was off as soon as she had sat down.

Before you could focus back on your homework and ignore the weird interaction with the girl you’d come to adore from afar somebody else was in the seat she had just occupied.

When you looked up and spotted him your weak little heart started racing once more, “Steve, what’re you doing here?”

“Here to tell you something.” He smiled leaning back in the chair.

Robin? Robin was written all over this. He couldn’t actually like you. It was more of a thing to say to get her to shut the hell up. But now… now Steve might actually admit something.

“What’s that?”

He kept quiet until you looked up at him. He smiled gently at you. Trying his darndest not to freak you out, “That I like you.”

“You like me?” You asked back so quickly he was sure you hadn’t really processed it.

“Yes,” He nodded quickly, “I like you. A lot.”

“Me?”

He grabbed at your hand, “You.”

“You’re sure?” You couldn’t believe him. No. Not until he confirmed it at least twenty times.

“Positive.” He gave your hand a squeeze trying his best to keep you grounded in reality. Not stuck in that pretty little head of yours.

“Oh.” You’d finally processed his words. He liked you. Damn, he liked you?

“Hopefully that’s a good, oh.” He mirrored your words from earlier on in the week.

A small smile came to your lips, “Yeah, it is… but…” You paused not sure how to ask the question that was itching at the back of your head.

“But?”

“But you’ve never seemed interested.”

He let out a quiet laugh, “Robin was right, you are adorably clueless.”

You gave him a fake pout, “Hey now.”

He shook his head, “I didn’t say it wasn’t cute. It’s adorable. You’re adorable sweetheart.” He grabbed at your other hand, holding both of your much smaller hands in his.

“Hey Steve?” You said after a moment of silence.

“Yeah?”

“I like you too. I like you a lot.” You bobbed your head up and down.

“Tell me then, what do you say? We’ve got a problem and I’ve got a solution. I’m taking you out Friday evening. On a proper date.” Steve proposed looking all too hopefully at you.

You grinned, “I think that sounds like a great plan.”

He let out a small sigh of relief, “Finally, it’s a date my dear.”

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[yuyu1024]

Roommate

Pairings: Yunho × y/n

Genre/tags: first time

Warning: smut/angst 🔞🔞🔞 unprotected sex, pet names, a lot of cursing, mention of masturbating

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.6k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: another random drabble i just wrote before i slept the other day. But forgot to post 😅 no storyline

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Typical. Everyone around you is either holdinh hands with their partner or just basically eating each other's face like you don't exist in their friendship group.

You love your friends, you do, with all of your heart, however sometimes you just want to slap them across their faces and tell them to stop being showy of their love, affection and horny asses while you are with them. They know you are single and lonely. They can try to control it right?

It is not like you are single solely by choice. It's not like that. You also wanted to date. You wanted to try. But the problem is, no one is even willing to try it with you. Basically, you think, you are not attractive enough for boys or men to even look back to you and talk.

Just thinking about it makes you want to cry.

You did what you can to change so that society can notice you. You started wearing contact lenses to let them see your eyes that usually hides behind your thick glasses. You even styled your hair. Not a drastic change but your friend says the layering cut fits you. Then you also updated your wardrobe. You still have the comfy ones in there but you added some basic blacks, whites, browns and nudes color for basic mix and match for future dates.

However, no future dates ever happened since then.

You thought, who are you kidding? No one wanted to date you when you are you so how can anyone date you now as well when you are trying to be 'normal' and same as the others.

"Here is your pineapple juice." San, your bestfriend, brings you your nonalcohol drink.

"Thank you..." you say as you take it from his hand. "Where is your girlfriend?"

"Ah, she went outside to meet his big brother..."

"Brother? She has a brother?"

"Are you even not listening to any of our conversation for the past year?" He raise his brow at you

You roll your eyes. "Oh sorry... how can I listen to your conversation when all I could see is your mouth nibbling her neck whilst your hand is on her boobs and squishing it like I'm not here!" You rant

San laughs at you. "Babe! I'm sorry!" He puts his arm around you. "You know I can't get enough of my girlfriend..."

You scoff. "I know! Like it's not obvious. I see it every week we go out and hang out!" You push him away jokingly.

"You act annoyed and disgusted by us... but when you get yourself a man... you'll know how we feel." He says, laughing

"IF... I get myself a man. You know I'm struggling here..." you sigh, shaking your head.

"Hi I'm back!" San's girlfriend emerges from the crowd, pulling a tall guy with her. "Got my big brother here."

"Hey! Yunho! Long time no see!" San gets up and hugs his girl's brother.

"Yeah... it's been quite some time now..." Yunho responses. "But I'm back... but... homeless..."

"Homeless?" San questions as they all sit down.

"He's moving back here... he just resigned from his job and looking for a place to live." San's girl answers. "He is staying at my place for now... but my unit is not big enough for the two of us..."

"Right... hmm... I would suggest my building but currently all units are full." San says. "Oh wait! Y/N!"

All of them looks at you with dear eyes whilst you were drinking your pineapple juice.

"What?" You ask San

"By the way, she is my bestfriend... Y/N.... and Y/N... Yunho... Her brother..." he introduces you

"Hi..." you greet, smiling.

"So," San claps his hands, grinning. "Didn't your roommate just moved out?" He asks you

"Yes..." you are lost why the sudden question. But then your eyes met San's girlfriend's eyes. "Wait... are you suggesting..."

"Don't worry about him!" She stands and sits beside you. "His work is nighshift so... when you are home he's not! So it's like living with no one..."

"Huh? Wait. Why my place?"

It's not that you are being rude but it is a bit awkward since you just met the gorgeous guy a second ago.

"Girl... just accept it." San suddenly whispers to you. "He have a ton of friends... goodlooking ones..."

"Are you suggesting to let him stay with me in return to find me a guy?" You hiss at San and then hit him on the arm.

"Don't worry... it's just for a mean time... while he's saving up and looking for a place to move near his work. Which is oddly same area as your place."

San is really enjoying this sitution. You don't like what he is doing. You're guessing he is either playing cupid for you and Yunho or he's trying to make you look good for Yunho so he could also help you find a man.

Wow. You're bestfriend is so desprate to get you laid and have a life.

"Maybe her building have an extra unit?" Yunho asks

"Well... my place is more like a 3 story apartment building... the owner lives at the house next door and the two units under me are all taken." You explain

"Her place is outside the city yet not to far to get to." San explain

"Hers is more quiet than my place. You definitely could get your sleep in the morning." His sister adds

"Really..." his eyes then shifts to his sister to you. "Don't worry... I could pay rent if you like... I could share with the food too."

That's fine you guess. Right? Since it's going to be just for a mean time? What could go possibly wrong of having a guy in your apartment just to sleep during the day while you are out at work...

***

"San!" You hiss while you slowly close your bedroom's door. "I don't think I can do this." You whisper on your phone

"What do you mean?"

"You and your girlfriend missed out an important detail about Yunho... before you let me take him in my place!"

"What detail? Yunho is a nice guy. He's not going to hurt you or anything... he's very kind too and caring. He is a decent guy Y/N."

You sigh as you go on further your room, making a ton more distant from your door so Yunho won't hear you.

"Yeah, he's great. Sure. I get that. But..."

"But what?"

How can you explain to your bestfriend that whenever you wake up in the morning to get ready for your day, not just one time but like a few times now in the past month, THAT you caught your new roommate masturbating. Like seriously moaning outloud and out and about. He does not even try to close his door or anything!

"Y/N? You're still there?"

You snap out of it. You try to stop imagining it all over again. But fucking hell, how can you remove the image and the sound in your head? It is now engraved in your brain and it echoes in your ears.

"Hello? Are you still alive?" San asks

"Yes... I'm still here..."

"So... what is it?"

"Fuck..." you hiss. "Nothing....nevermind... I'll just.... whatever. Yeah... I just hope he finds a new place soon."

You say outloud. It's not like you don't like him now just because of what you keep witnessing every now and then. It's just awkward for you. Awkward in terms of..... you don't know what to do about it. The dirty thoughts building in your mind is too much for you to even handle.

You don't want to be a pervert or a freak imagining him fucking you. Especially with the length he got? Oh dear. Just imagine him pounding you and making you lose your shit.

"Good morning." Yunho greets you the second you got out of your room. He just finished showering and preparing breakfast. "I made something quick.. scrambled and toast..."

"Thanks..." you try to avoid looking at him. Not because you caught him today.

He was not doing it today actually but because, the reason you called San in panic mode is becauss you dreamt about it. And that's not okay. It made you, wet early in the morning. Even for someone who is a virgin and only knows sex through books and movies.

"You're not up early today." He asks before he bite his toast

"Ah... it's my off today." You say as you pour yourself a cup of coffee.

"On a wednesday? Middle of the week?"

"Yeah..." you then add sugar and milk to your drink. "Forced leave actually... since I don't use them much and my boss thinks I'm a workaholic." You take a sip and exhale satisfaction. "He said... I should use a few days and just... relax... plus the weather lately is not good so... it's okay..."

Both of you look outside the window and watch how strong the storm is.

"Yeah... it was a struggle to get to work last night and even get home earlier..."

"Glad you got home safe." You say, "A friend of mine at work lost control during his drive... he almost hit a tree..."

"That's bad."

"It is..."

You glance at him and saw him looking at you. You try to smile it off and ignore the fact that he is starring and just continued to look outside the window and drink your coffee. But then...

"You know... you look cute with your glasses on." He suddenly says. "Hmm no actually... I think... you look sexier with your glasses on."

What the fuck was that?

"S-sorry...?" You can't process what he just said

"I'll go ahead and sleep..." he smiles. "Enjoy the breakfast I made for you." And as he walks pass you, his hand slightly brushes off your ass like he tried to touch it but didn't actually. "Goodnight, Y/N..." he says before he disappears to his room.

You thought that, THAT one thing. That morning is just a fluke like he was just being nice and flirty. But it has no malice.

Because you thought, why? Why would someone like him? Tall, handsome, sexy and someone nice will take interest to someone like you? Someone no one seems to like.

But then... a few more weeks of being getting to know each other more, sharing flirtatious gazes and catching him still masturbating. Well, like probably any smut books you've read, it all ended up having a spicy moment with your roommate.

"Y-yunho.... Yu..... Yunho...!" You are out of breathe and probably about to pass out. That's how tired and weak you are right now. "I... I aaaah!!! I think I'm going to explode!" You cry, grasping onto the headboard for support.

"I can't stop.... I can't." He grunts as he pushes himself in you more and more. "You're sucking me in real fucking good!" He snarls. He is breathing hard and heavy as you are. "Fuck!"

What happened? How did you end up like this? Legs spread open, naked and being pounded by Yunho.

"Fuck!" You moan as he constantly hit your spot. "Yunho! This is fucking insane!" You are tearing up but its not from the pain but its from the high its giving you. It tickles you from the inside.

You never knew sex would be this damn good.

"Shit!" Yunho hisses before he locks his lips to yours. "What the fuck are you doing? You are getting tighter and tigher... fuck so good! Aaah!!" He wraps his arms around you, caging you more close to his body. "Y/N!" He calls your name, "shit... holy shit."

You are not sure what you are doing. But your body is tense and reacting very well to him fucking you.

"I'm dizzy because of the alcohol..." you exhale. "I don't know... how can.... how I even..." You stop to scream as he pounded you real hard and you felt it in your gut. "Fuck!"

"Come for me..." he then says before he nuzzles his face on your neck. "You even smell so good."

Right. You two celebrated your promotion. You're supposed to celebrate with San and his girl too but since the weather is bad and not safe to really go out, you decide to just do it with Yunho. Bad idea was to drink alcohol with him to help you to warm up a bit since it's snowing bad outside. Coz now... it got you fucked and still getting fucked up.

"Oh god! Yunho!" You moan. You actually think you exploded. You feel more wet down there. But Yunho don't seem to mind. Because he's not stopping yet

You got pretty close already after a decent amout of months living with him. But tonight, is another level of closeness. The alcohol vamps up both your horny asses.

You being curious about how sex feels, craving it even if you haven't done it yet ever and him, being vacant in that 'section' for months and months now since he is single and busy. So... the combination of that got you to your position now.

"How do you feel?" He asks, looking at you eye to eye

Your mouth is open and breathing loudly but you still managed to answer him. "A-amazing..."

Your answer made him smile. "I'm close..." he says, "Do you want me to pull it out?"

"Pull out? Why?" You whine

He faintly laughs and then kisses you on the corner of your lips. "We don't have protection. We got so excited that I forgot to grab a condom."

Then you extend your legs and wrap it around his hips. "Don't. I want to know how it feels.... I want to feel it. Everything... give it to me..."

"Fuck Y/N...." he snarls before biting his lower lip. "You're making me more horny by saying that."

"Please...?"

"Hold on then..." he says before he picks up his pace.

He thrusts more faster and stronger. He is running to reach his climax. And it didn't take long for him to break since you clench so tightly whenever he hits your core perfectly.

"Fucking hell!" He gasp for air and your embrace the moment he lets go of himself. "Y/N... you are one dangerous woman..." he mumbles, "fuck..."

"I should be the one telling you that... you seduced me..." you says as you softly kiss his cheek

"Oh baby it's the other way around..." he pulls out of you and lays flat beside you. "The moment you came out of your room wearing my hoodie by mistake..." Yunho covers his face with his forearm, hiding his smile. "I lost it."

You giggle as you find him adorable. He is embarassed right now but when he asked you if could fuck you hours ago, there was no hint of shyness in him.

"Y/N...?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I be your permanent roommate?"

"What?"

"Because..." He pushes himself up and turn to face you. "I don't think I'd allow myself to not have a taste of you every fucking day now..." he leans forward to your chest area and let his tongue swirl around your hardened nipple.

You squirm, feeling it from your boobs to your core. Your cheeks also becomes as red as the cherries on the cake you have left on the dining table.

"Looks like... you're body wants to go again..." he teases while he is still licking you up

"Fuck... My nipples are so sensitive plus it feels so good... I think... I think... I'm horny again..." you breathe. Your hips are already out of control moving just from him teasing your nipple.

"I can go again if you like..." Yunho then kisses you on the lips. "I told you... I'm... the perfect... roommate for you." He says in between kisses

"Really?" You smile

"Yes..." Yunho scoops you up making sure he gets more access to your other boob.

"Fuck me again...?" you ask, eyes closed

You hear him smile. "I'll never say no to that."

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[moonlightspencie]

Next to You

Description: Trying to ignore the feelings you have for your best friend can cause complications. Especially when you find out what they’d risk for you.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of cases (typical for cm), fluffff (mutual pining, friends to lovers, the usual)

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: originally posted on tumblr. then took on a new life on ao3. now it’s back on tumblr.

The last place I ever expected my career to go was working for the government. A stuffy office job was never my style. Luckily, the government job I found myself working was far from a boring life shoved away in a cubicle. Much to the dismay of my family, and to my absolute delight, I got to work pretty much the coolest job I could think of besides being an astronaut.

The elevator doors opened and I stepped out, strolling towards the bullpen. I dropped my stuff at my desk, and went straight for the kitchenette to find Penelope and Derek sitting at the little table near the counter.

“Hey, lovebirds,” I said with a wink.

“Oh, come on. You know you’re my number one,” Penelope answered, throwing a wink back at me.

Derek raised an eyebrow. “Whoa, there. I thought you were my babygirl?”

Pen shrugged with a smirk. “You know I could never give you up.”

I laughed at the pair, grabbing a mug and filling it to the brim with coffee. I sipped at it, just watching them interact, adding in a little quip here and there until I heard JJ.

“Got a case, guys.”

She nodded towards the conference room as she walked past us. I topped off my mug again, following her to the room with the other two not far behind. We all filed in, taking our seats. Hotch and Spencer showed up a minute after we all got comfortable and JJ started speaking as soon as they hit the room.

Spence took his seat next to me with a tight-lipped grin my direction.

“The bodies of three young women have recently turned up in Portola, California, about an hour from Reno, Nevada.”

She introduced them as she went through the slides of where their bodies were found. Lakes and woods surrounded the area, making it easy to hide them without being traced back to somebody. I grimaced at a close up of the face of one of the victims. No matter how often we had to look at stuff like that, I could never quite force myself into thinking it was normal or just a routine. My discomfort must have been apparent, because Spencer reached up to place a hand on my shoulder for a moment, giving me a little smirk. I reached over to cover his hand with my own for a moment before turning back to give my full attention to the case.

“Any connection between the victims?” Derek asked.

JJ shook her head. “None, besides the fact they’re in their 20s. Different ethnicities, hair colors, lifestyles…”

“Very strange. It’s probably not a personal grudge against somebody then. Any signs of sexual assault or impotence?” Spencer asked.

“No, they didn’t find any evidence of abuse on the victims at all, actually, besides a few minor bruises. Probably from the victims attempting to fight back.”

I furrowed my brow. “So, what did he want with them?”

“That’s what we have to find out, and quickly,” JJ sighed, pulling out some photos of a girl in her 20s and passing them around. “A young woman named Rebecca Stevenson recently went missing in the area, and it’s very likely she was abducted. Her car was found on the side of the road, the keys still in the ignition. I’m willing to bet she was taken by our unsub.”

We all glanced at the photos her parents had sent in, committing her face to memory as well as we could.

“Alright, everyone grab your go-bags. Wheels up in 20,” Hotch concluded.

I huffed out a sigh as I plopped myself down in the seat next to Spencer on the plane. I slouched down, shutting my eyes for a moment.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. Just— I have a bad feeling about this one.”

“Let’s just get our job done as well as we can, and hope the rest works out.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

“Usually am.”

I scoffed out a laugh, opening my eyes. “You, Spencer Reid, are one cocky little…”

“It’s Dr. Spencer Reid, actually,” he interrupted.

We both broke out in a fit of laughter.

“You’re ridiculous.” I shook my head, looking up to him.

“We can be ridiculous together.” He nudged my shoulder with a smirk.

“What are you talking about? I’m the normal one.”

He raised a brow.

“Don’t you give me that look.” I joked.

We touched down in a couple of hours, and headed towards the local police precinct. We went through all of the formalities with local officers, explaining the situation and our procedures as much as we could before starting a profile on the unsub.

We ended up needing to take a few hours to sleep before heading to the families of the victims found and Rebecca’s family the next day.

“If we could just have a look at her room…” Spencer started.

“Of course! Whatever you need to be able to find her.”

Rebecca’s mom ushered us through the home, straight to her bedroom.

“She’s been staying here with me. Ever since her father passed…” Her eyes welled with tears. “It’s been hard. For us both. She was— So sweet to come back to stay with me during all of that. I just… Please, whatever you need. Find her.”

I placed a hand on her shoulder. “I promise we will do our best to bring Rebecca home.”

A few tears slipped down her face. “Thank you.”

I nodded, and she turned to leave us in the room. Spencer watched me for a moment.

“Let’s find her.” I nodded, beginning to look around her bedroom. I found a laptop and opened it. “Any ideas about the password, genius?”

He took the computer from me, sitting next to me on her bed. He started making a few guesses, somehow breaking in within a few minutes.

“Got it.”

“Awesome. What do we got?”

“Let’s see.”

He started searching around for any sliver of a clue as to what happened to her. It took several minutes before he found something.

“Uh, she was on a dating site, and had a lot of matches,” he said, searching through some of the messages.

“Think that could be something?”

“Maybe. Can you call Hotch and ask if any of the others were on this site?”

I nodded, dialing him up. We chatted for some time before I was able to hang up. Spencer watched me expectantly.

“They were all on the same site.”

“Okay, let’s find the commonalities.”

We scoured their profiles, finding only one common name: Andrew. But all we knew about him was a first name, age range, and a picture that clearly wasn’t of him. Luckily, we had the worlds best internet stalker on the team. Spencer and I went back to the precinct to meet Derek there, and hopped on the phone with Penelope until we figured out who we were going after. It didn’t take long before she found the most likely candidate.

“Uh… Andrew! Yes, his name is Andrew McClain, I’m sending you all his address now.”

I could almost hear the smile on Penelope’s face at her ability to discover pretty much anything she set her mind to. I would’ve smiled too if it weren’t for the dire circumstances we were working with.

“Thanks sweetheart,” Derek said back before hanging up.

He immediately called Hotch, letting him know what the situation was. The three of us practically ran to the car from the precinct, alerting Emily and JJ of the situation as we went. Derek tore out of the lot, speeding towards our destination as fast as he could go. We met Hotch and the unit chief in front of a mansion.

“No wonder he hid this all so well,” I said under my breath, staring up at the massive place.

“Makes sense why he had girls off of dating sites feeling okay coming over, too. Money can buy a lot of things, and unfortunately love is one of them,” Spencer said, coming to stand next to me. “Or, well, whatever form of affection can be reached through a sense of security.”

“That’s disgusting. Taking advantage of those girls like that.” I shook my head, looking away and towards the team instead. “They never saw it coming.”

“They never do.” Spencer shoved his hands in his pockets, glancing at whatever I seemed to be fixed on instead of the house.

Emily and JJ showed up not too long afterwards, and we all quickly went over the plan. We knew who and what we were looking for, and it seemed like it’d be pretty straightforward. We just hoped that we’d find Rebecca alive.

We snuck in as quietly as we could, tiptoeing around the mansion and checking each and every room and door we could find. I was following Hotch and the unit chief as they opened up the door to a bedroom in a downstairs hallway.

“Damn it,” I heard Hotch before I walked into the small room. He said something else to the chief that I couldn’t quite make out.

My steps slowed and eventually came to a stop in the doorway when I saw her. I really wanted him dead now. I huffed out a harsh breath as more agents walked towards the room Hotch was in, and shoved past them all. I rounded a corner in the maze of a house, getting up the steps to the second floor as quickly and quietly as I could, nearly throwing Spencer off his feet as I reached the top.

“Hey,” he said, though he meant it more as a question.

“They found her downstairs. I’m gonna kill him.”

“Hey, whoa.” He reached out to grab my arm as I tried to move past him. “We’ll get him, but don’t go looking alone.”

I nodded hesitantly as we both moved forward, peeking into each room before we heard a noise coming from a room near the end of the hallway. I stepped up first, gun drawn as Spencer opened the door for me. At first I didn’t see anything, then I heard him and whipped around to the far left corner of the room with Spencer not far from my side.

“What are you doing in my house,” he questioned, moving forward ever-so-slightly.

I pointed my gun at him. “We found Rebecca, Andy. You are one sick—”

“Don’t move!” Spencer interrupted, stepping ahead of me as Andy’s hand slowly came back from where he had attempted to reach in his back pocket. “What do you have?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

I stepped to be right next to Spence. “Whatever it is, Andy, it’s in your best interest to keep your hands where we can see them.”

We heard the footsteps of our team starting to trail up the stairs at the sound of our voices. Then, panic struck Andy’s face and he made a movement that was way too sudden for my liking.

Spencer threw himself in front of me before I even had a chance to react, using his body as a human shield. He threw his arms around me, holding tightly, and all we heard was a faint ‘click’.

I stared up at him, both of our eyes wide in shock. My mouth gaped open as if there were anything I could say in a moment like that. Spencer narrowly escaped death because of a jammed gun. He almost sacrificed himself to save me, and the only thing that stopped him was a faulty weapon.

“Spence” was all I could manage to whisper as we stood there, his arms still tight around me as agents made their way in and out with the unsub.

He unwound himself from me, taking only half a step backwards. His hands found my shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

“Am I…” I scoffed, trailing off. “Spencer. You could have died. What were you thinking?”

He put his hands up defensively.

“I wasn’t going to let you die, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to see you die either!” My voice rose, anger settling in with the sense of terror that still lingered. “Why would you do that?”

“I was protecting you.” He kept his cool, and it almost made me more upset.

“I can’t— What if the gun didn’t jam?”

“That doesn’t matter—“

“That doesn’t matter?! Spencer, you would have died. You would have died protecting me, I couldn’t live with myself.”

“And I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try.”

I felt the tears beginning to fall. “Why would you do that?”

“Oh, oh no. Y/N please don’t cry.” He pulled me in again, stroking my hair and shushing me as he did.

“I couldn’t…”

“It’s okay. I’m here. You’re here, we’re safe. It’s okay.”

He held me for a few minutes before I could compose myself enough to let go, drying my tears. We went back to the precinct after a quick check-up to make sure everyone was alright, and got the hell out of Dodge as quickly as we could. I was grateful we didn’t have to stay much longer.

We got on the plane, and I took my usual spot next to Spencer, though still unsure what to say or do now that he had literally risked his life to save mine. I let the silence sit with us for a while before deciding to say something.

“Why would you do that?” I asked, quietly this time. My anger had gone, and now all that I was left with was worry.

“It was nothing, Y/N. The gun jammed, we’re both okay. You can’t focus on the ‘what if’ here, just try to look at what did happen. Please.” He pleaded with me, looking at me with those sweet, pleading eyes he knew how to use a little too well.

I only sighed, knowing this wasn’t a battle I’d ever win.

“You scared the hell out of me, Spence. I just— I don’t get why you’d do that.”

“I— I’d do anything for you.” He shook his head as he spoke as if it were the obvious thing to say.

It all came crashing down around me at once and I felt like I was walking around in a daze until we got back to the BAU. All the time I had spent trying to convince myself that my feelings would fade was all for naught— I don’t know how I could’ve ever believed that in the first place, even for a second. How couldn’t I love him, or at least feel as attached to him as I did. It was almost laughable to believe that I could have come to any other conclusion, and as much as I deeply and desperately wanted to keep my feelings a secret, something in me knew I couldn’t anymore. It was too much to keep hidden, especially from him. I just wished I had more time.

Practically the whole team had left soon after we got back and had gathered what was needed for a trip back home. It was late afternoon, and Hotch wanted everyone fresh for the next day anyways. But Spencer just had to be there. Of course, he had to be the one person left there when all I wanted was a chance to gather my thoughts completely alone. And of course, he had to speak.

“Hey,” he called from where he stood at his desk, “Come here for a second?”

My feet shuffled over, barely giving me a chance to say whether or not that’s what I even wanted to do.

“Yeah?” I questioned, getting little-by-little closer to him.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it? You’re being really quiet, that isn’t you.” He looked concerned. I wanted to reach out and touch him. “Was it the case.”

“No, it’s— I’m fine, Spence.” I tried to smile, and I’m certain it looked like a pathetic attempt.

He only raised a brow.

“What?” I sighed.

“You know you can tell me anything, Y/N.” Spencer half smiled with an expectantly raised brow. He stroked my arm gently for a moment before taking a seat in his desk chair.

I breathed in deeply, leaning against the desk where he was.

“I don’t know how to say this,” I almost laughed as I spoke.

He shrugged. “I’m sure whatever it is— it’ll be fine. When has it ever not been?”

I nodded, glancing around as if I would find the courage I needed floating around the room, ready for me to grab hold of. It wasn’t there, though, but I knew I shouldn’t keep him waiting.

“I don’t want to call it love because I’m not convinced that I even know what love is. I will say, though, that I like you Spence. I think about you all the time, and I know nothing is going to come of it. I’ve made peace with that. I made peace with it the moment I really saw you for the first time. When you turned around and smiled at me because neither of us knew what to do on that case in Washington a few months ago. I can play it like a movie in my head. I knew I was screwed, but it’s okay because it has to be.”

“Oh.”

“I couldn’t keep hiding it all. Especially after what happened today, I just couldn’t.”

There was a moment of silence, breath baited as if there were anything left to say. Whatever speck of courage I found while speaking had completely and totally left me. It felt like an eternity before I could speak again.

“I’m sorry. I’m— I should go.”

He nodded, speaking quietly. “Yeah.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, pushing down all of the feelings that were bubbling up inside of me. I nodded back at him, packing up the things I needed at my desk and making a beeline for the door.

The fresh air hit my face and forced me to breathe for the first time, though now a racing heart and eyes welling with tears were in company too. I blinked quickly to try to rid them, and to adjust to the bright sun. Too much had happened in the past 48 hours and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. We couldn’t save Rebecca, Spencer almost got shot, and now he probably wouldn’t speak to me again. I could hardly get home without breaking down, and the floodgates opened as soon as I hit the couch in my apartment.

I had pretty much cried myself dry when I heard a knock at my door. I wiped my eyes the best I could and walked over, slowly peeking around the door as I opened it. My heart sank.

“Spence?”

His eyes were wide, and he just looked at me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Are you okay?” He stared as he took in my reddened eyes and tear-stained cheeks. I wanted to disappear.

“I’m fine, Spencer. What do you need? I’ve had a long day.” I rubbed at my face absentmindedly.

He swallowed. “I, um— Can, could I come in?”

I nodded and he slid past me, practically sprinting to my couch, and taking a seat. I closed the door and went to go sit next to him. I watched him for a moment, but he still didn’t speak.

“Look, Spencer, I’m sorry for—“

“No.” He shook his head.

I stuttered. “Wh— Excuse me?”

“Uh… After you left, after earlier, I-I talked to Morgan.” He stared at me again as if I had any clue what he was talking about.

“Okay?”

“He…” He breathed out hard before composing himself. “I misunderstood. He, quite literally, smacked some sense into me. I didn’t understand what you were saying, I really didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

I furrowed my brow in confusion. “What do you mean? How was what I said hard to understand?”

“Well, when you said the part about knowing nothing would happen. I don’t— I guess I interpreted that as you didn’t want anything to happen.”

“That’s not…”

“No, I know that now. I know,” he said, scrubbing at his face as he looked away from me. “Um… I don’t know how to say this.”

My heart began racing for a different reason.

“I thought you didn’t want me. Like you felt bad that you liked me but didn’t want to be with me. I just…” He shrugged. “I-I guess I kinda screwed it all up.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

He looked to me again, a blush creeping onto his face.

He shook his head as if he hadn’t heard correctly. “I ramble.”

I laughed, unable to keep it in at that point. “You think that would stop me? Spencer, I literally never shut up. Why would I hold that against you? I love when you get excited, even when you’re talking my ear off.”

He smiled, a boyish joy taking over. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I paused. “Spence, you’re amazing. I’ve always thought so. Not to mention you risked your life for me today.”

“Do you— So, you like me?”

“I pretty much gave you a whole confession earlier.”

He looked away, nodding quickly. “I knew it the first time I saw you.”

“You— What? You knew I liked you?”

His brow raised as he glanced back at me. “No! No, I had no clue. I knew I liked you the first time I saw you. You were really nice to me the first time we talked, and I thought you were beautiful. Plus, you’re so smart and funny and you’ve never been mean to me about how much I talk, especially when I remember something about a case or something that has to do with a case that I think could—”

“Spence,” I whispered, scooting in closer to him on the couch. “As much as I love your rambling, I’d really love if you’d just kiss me already.”

He grinned with a little laugh under his breath, leaning in closer.

“Hey.”

I raised a brow. “Yeah?”

“Before we kiss, can I ask you something?”

I tried not to smile. “One question.”

“Would you want to go out with me?”

“Depends on how good this kiss is.”

I started laughing, but was cut short when his lips pressed into mine. His hands grasped my face, pulling me closer. I grabbed his shirt, kissing back with equal fervor. We stayed connected for some time, but it was still shorter than I would have liked: my preferred time would be eternity.

We took a moment to catch our breath, giggling like a couple of kids.

“Was that good enough to date me?” He questioned with a smile.

I ran a hand through his hair, smirking up at him, still practically dazed.

“If I knew it was gonna be that great, I wouldn’t have ever said I’d date you if you did well. Now I think I might have to marry you.”

“Maybe we can try a date first, but I’m open,” he laughed, stroking my cheek. Then his face dropped slightly. “Who’s going to tell the team?”

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Something with Riven from fate, like its first day of school and everyone get to know each and there is this pretty y/n thath turns out to be Ric's girlfriend which no one from winx expected.

Just a little thought 😅. But feel free to do anything you want.

I really do like this, and since I will be hyperfixating on fate again anyway, already am almost, let's go

also I changed your prompt up a little, because I liked this idea better, but hopefully you can still enjoy it as I did!

"So, you're from where, exactly?" Aisha tilted her head to the side and smiled, but you were still nervous enough that you grabbed onto your books until your knuckles turned white.

"Your hair looks really pretty, how do you get it to look that healthy?", Terra interrupted before you could answer, also grinning, but only making your anxiety even worse. You smiled again nervously, readying yourself for the answer to her question, before Stella butted in.

"Why are you transferring in the middle of the year, anyway?"

You bit your bottom lip, your books daring to slip out of your hands, forcing you to hold them even tighter now. You had arrived here maybe an hour ago, gone into the headmistress' office, taken all your new books with you and made your way to your dorm, and been stopped by the girls you'd be sharing it with in the middle of the hall before you could even take two steps further.

"Guys", Musa sighed, and your eyes snapped to where she was leaning on the railing next to you. "Give her space to breathe. She can't answer any of you if you talk over each other."

You smiled gratefully at her and she smiled back, which lifted the weight on your shoulders a bit, and the ache in your chest and the one in your stomach just the slightest as well.

The others mumbled their sorrys, still all eyes fixed on you.

But then you heard your name being called from the other side of the hall. And for the first time since you had got here, you turned without pondering what everyone else would think of you. A huge grin spread on your face.

"Riven", you breathed.

He was coming towards you, quick and smooth, and his arms were around you almost a second later, and you saw his smirk for just the blink of an eye before his lips were on yours.

He kissed passionately, he always did. But he also kissed slowly. Deliberately. He kissed like he wanted to savour every moment, every touch, every single time.

When he pulled back, he was chuckling. He pressed a kiss to your jaw and one to your neck before you managed to open your eyes again. And even then you were blinking hazily up at him, waiting for another kiss and another and another. Usually, he never stopped. But you supposed this wasn't usually.

Oh.

Oh, no this was not usually. This was "standing in a hallway in the middle of a new school and snogging your boyfriend". Oh, wow.

The blush that spread on your cheeks was one comparable to barely any you'd had before. You turned back around quickly, biting your lip, then realising that was probably the wrong thing to do, so you let out - something, yeah, some kind of sound. Not a word, definitely not a word. But something indeed.

Bloom was the first of them to recover. She raised her eyebrows and looked at you, then at Riven, then back at you.

"So when we did that introduction thing, you simply forgot to mention you were dating- him?"

Her tone was teasing, but still laced with confusion and shock, so much that she could not hide it. You chuckled, that nervous tingle raising in your stomach again.

"I didn't know it was that important", you muttered, almost choking on your own words as Riven slid his arms around your waist from behind and rested his head on your shoulder. You knew just from his gesture that his grin was unmatchable in this moment. It normally made your chest swell with pride, but right now, your anxiety had the upper hand.

"I just- I can't believe you are dating him", Bloom went on. "I mean, we don't know you well yet, but you just seem..."

She trailed off, obviously not wanting to hurt your ego. You bit your cheek.

"Different?", you offered. She nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, people are always surprised", you admitted.

Riven started planting kisses on your neck, working his way up to your jaw again. You kicked him in the shin, but he only chuckled into your ear.

Bloom looked disgusted, but her expression was nothing against Musa's. Who looked like she would vomit in a second.

"Riven, that's fucking repulsive", she complained, straightening her back and already taking a step back. Heat rushed back to your cheeks. Well, you were doing a fantastic job at a first impression.

"Not my fault you're reading my fucking mind", Riven countered. You scoffed at him.

"Yeah, we're still gonna leave you guys to it", Aisha interrupted. Even she was looking somewhat put off. "Uh, introductions have been made, and you've got some days to settle in so- just. Please keep to his room. We have a strict no boyfriend rule since some... things happened."

You noticed the look she gave Musa and had to hide a smile despite your embarrassment. The friendship these girls had - you thanked whatever gods there were for being put right in the middle of it. You already had taken a liking to the lot of them.

They said quick goodbyes and left, chatting and waving at you until they rounded the next corner.

"Riven, you bastard", you laughed when they had disappeared, turning around to him, pushing your books into his arms as he grinned at you.

"I love you so much and I missed you more than you could ever imagine, but couldn't you have waited five more minutes instead of interrupting me? I have to live with these people for quite a while!"

He only chuckled and pulled you back in with one hand, holding your books in the other, kissing you as you raked your hands through his hair and cupped his cheeks and crossed your arms behind his neck and lost any sense of time or place you'd had before. Yeah, you were indeed dating him.

#winx riven x reader #fate riven #riven winx #riven x reader #winx riven #ftws riven #fate winx saga #x reader #winx #ftws #fate

[captain-mj]

does selkie!soap know that ghost is a changeling? if not can we have him figure it out?

Yes! I absolutely fucking can! Continuation from this post

1

Soap looked at his husband, watching him carefully. Ghost had eaten twelve pancakes. Not eggos. Eggos would be reasonable. Twelve, full sized pancakes. 

To be fair, Ghost had been the one cooking them, so it wasn’t that noticeable to anyone else. They all had large appetites. Big men, big muscles, bit metabolisms. 

But Soap was watching Ghost make more for himself and he was clearly trying to make it seem like he hadn’t eaten that much. It was odd. 

His husband. What a funny phrase to be able to use now. Anyway. His husband was odd. 

He poured more syrup on his pancakes, he made chocolate chip for Soap, blueberry for Gaz, strawberry for Price and from the looks of it, plain for himself. Ghost ate in the kitchen, probably to keep them from seeing his face. It wasn’t unusual, but Soap couldn’t help but wonder how often Ghost was using it to hide his odd eating habits. 

2

The next was simpler. Ghost’s gloves had torn. His hands looked normal but very pale. 

“Guess you don’t get out in the sunlight much, huh LT?”

“Not really.” Ghost rubbed his hands together gently. 

Soap tossed him again and turned away, only to hear it thunk against the floor. He looked backed to see Ghost just staring at it. 

“I’ll stick to knives.”

“There’s a lot of people. I’d feel better if you have a gun.”

“Do you have one with a grip?”

“What? No.” Soap stared at him for a minute and Ghost relented. He picked the gun up and followed him. 

It wasn’t until later that he finally got to put the gun down and Soap saw them. Everywhere the metal had touched his hands were burns. Severe ones. In parts, especially where he’d have it pressed hard to his palm, the skin had started to bubble and crack. 

Ghost noticed him staring and dropped the gun. “Ironic. A sniper who can’t actually touch it. S’why I wear the gloves...” 

“Ah...” Soap thought of the steel and therefore the iron in the gun. His whole not human theory was starting to make much more sense. 

3

It was such an odd topic to bring up, but they were on it and Soap was determined to use it. 

“Yeah, personally I grew up Roman Catholic. Got the baptism and everything.” According to his dad, who had laughed about it, his mom had begged him not to, worried it would kill Soap or make him human. According to his mom, his dad had jumped at the idea that baptism might make him human. It did neither of course. “What about you, LT?”

“My mom was Protestant, but I never was baptized. She stopped taking us before I was old enough to do it.”

“Why?”

Ghost paused, glancing around. No one was really focusing on them so he shrugged. Soap had noticed that although the bond effected him in the usual ways, the world revolving more around Ghost, him always being aware of Ghost, feeling Ghost’s presence around him at all times, yada, yada, it had also affected Ghost, which was interesting. It made him a little more open with Soap. Just Soap. If that sent a thrill through him, no one needed to know. 

“My mom took me and Tommy every Sunday. My dad occasionally tagged along. One day, one of the patrons caught me stealing an extra piece of the communion bread. This lady made it fresh and it was fucking great. They told my dad and he hit me with a bible so hard it knocked me to the ground. Right in front of everyone. My mom stopped taking us to church after that.” Ghost told it all to him quietly. “I had liked going, even though I didn’t believe in it. Always felt insincere, but it made my mom happy.” 

“Oh.” Soap stared. “How old were you?”

“I think I was seven.” Ghost hummed and looked away. “Never got baptized. Probably good thing. They always heated the holy water up.” 

Soap prepared himself for the joke of “boiling the hell out of it” but after a moment he realized Ghost was sincere. 

The holy water burned him. 

Soap suddenly had a vague idea of what he was. 

4

Soap had a heavy suspicion at this point. He had a feeling he knew exactly what Ghost was, so he decided to do a little experiment to see. 

Before he left that morning, he turned his shirt inside out and then slipped his hoodie over it. The only exception being creatures that had to notice. 

Ghost stared at him for a moment before he simply turned away and ignored him. Soap tried to get his attention and Ghost just wrinkled his nose and turned away from him. 

Gaz gave them an odd look and Soap just smiled awkwardly before stepping away. He fixed his clothing and tried once again to strike up a conversation. 

Immediately, Ghost actually talked to him. It was his usual rather quiet amount but it was definitely there.

“Why did you ignore me?”

“What are you talking about MacTavish?”

“Right now. You ignored me.”

“You weren’t talking to me a minute ago. You need to go to the medics?” Ghost seemed genuinely concerned. 

“Nah, probably just dehydrated. I’ll go grab a drink.” He smiled at him and stepped away. 

Gaz looked at him. “I think Ghost is going a tad crazy.”

“Nah, think he’s fucking with me.” Soap covered for him. 

Gaz didn’t look like he believed him but he dropped it. 

5

“Johnny, why are we on a secluded beach in the middle of the fucking night?” Ghost had followed him though. In his civvies, the soft hoodie and sweatpants clinging to all the right places. His mom didn’t warn him how bad marriage would feel at first. Or more, how bad one sided marriage would feel. He wanted to attack Ghost. Throw himself at him and claim his husband in every way he could. 

“Simon. I need to talk to you about something.” Ghost turned towards him. Soap vaguely put the face he remembered from Los Almas over the ski mask. He was glad Ghost went with this instead of the plastic mask and balaclava. That day, the kohl makeup had run all the way down Ghost’s face, covering his cheeks and his nose. His hair was shaggy and curled oddly, sticking up all over the place. It had been shoved down as if to cover his ears and it felt in his eyes. Despite clearly being cut into a buzzcut recently, it looked like it hadn’t worked too well. Soap had wondered at the time if it had been unfinished and he had to rush it. 

Now that he knew he was a changeling, it made more sense. Their hair tended to grow unnaturally fast and choppy. 

“What do need to talk about Johnny?” Ghost seemed worried. He glanced at the coat around Soap’s shoulders. 

“I... I know you’re not human.” Soap decided to start there. 

There was a beat of silence. 

Then Ghost laughed. There was a slightly bitter edge to it. “Oh, fuck off, Soap. You know, out of everyone, I never expected that shit from you.” He started to turn away from him.

“I’m not either.” Soap thought he was playing coy. It made sense, Soap would never admit it so easily and this Ghost. King of not saying shit about himself. 

“MacTavish,” Ghost looked at him, “you may be experiencing psychosis. Sometimes men on the battlefield...” Soap stared at him, hearing him like he was muffled through more than just his mask. 

Did Ghost... not know? 

There was no way Ghost didn’t. He hid away all his oddities. Been so careful. There was no way he didn’t at least expect it.

“Have you ever heard of a selkie?” Soap interrupted. 

“The seals that turn into humans. Yeah, I guess.”

“I need you to understand I’m not... I’m...” Soap sighed. “Just. I need you to trust me for a just a minute, okay?”

Ghost stared at him for a long while before nodding slightly. “Okay.” 

Soap slowly slipped his coat off and then started to undress. He kept his eyes downcast, but he could feel Ghost’s eyes on him. Scanning over him with growing alarm. 

Soap wrapped his coat around him before he shucked off his underwear. 

“Johnny.” Ghost said softly and there was something there that Soap needed a lot more time to unpack.

“Trust me.” Soap said softly. “Just... could you turn around for a minute?”

“You’re willing to undress in front of me but not do... whatever you’re about to do?” Ghost sounded... amused. It made butterflies in his stomach. 

“It’s unpleasant.” Soap said softly. Ghost finally turned around him. 

His coat fused with his skin and the transformation was... unpleasant to look at it. His fur laced with him and he sorta fell to the ground, luckily able to muffle himself so it didn’t startle Ghost. 

There he was. A harbor seal. He barked and Ghost turned around slowly, staring at him. 

Ghost continued to stare. And continued. And stared. 

Soap slowly rolled over to his expose his stomach. He couldn’t exactly talk, but his dogtags, which he had clearly been wearing, were around his neck now. 

Ghost slowly moved closer, touching the chain and reading the name. He didn’t move, staying crouched over him. 

Soap could see the ring of gold around his pupils again. 

“Oh.” Ghost said softly. 

The transformation back was much easier and faster. His snout seemed to wrinkle before splitting and he poked his head out, shaking his head. It looked like he had just had the coat over his face, but Ghost knew better. 

“Take your mask off.” Soap muttered against him, the coat splitting down his chest to go back to a more coat like shape. His bare chest was out but he was smart enough to cover his lower half. 

Ghost stared at him even longer and Soap knew for a fact he hadn’t blinked the entire time. He reached up and pulled Ghost’s mask off for him. 

There was Simon. 

Oh. 

Oh God he’s incredibly hot. 

Simon hadn’t put the make up on so Soap was treated to his freckles. They were... He sat up and grabbed Simon’s face who didn’t seem that surprised by it honestly. 

They sparkled. They weren’t like a human’s at all. One, they were mostly shaped like stars instead of just dots and fleck. Two, they were a stunning gold color that reflected the moonlight. 

Soap reached up and ran his hands through Ghost’s hair. It was just like before, spiky and uneven despite clearly being freshly trimmed. His ears were pointed like an elf, too severe to look normal.

“When the body modifications came out, I just blamed it on that...”

“Do you... know?” Soap spoke gently to him but he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. His husband was right here.

“No. I don’t... know. I didn’t even know there were other things like me. Thought I was just... wrong.”

“I think you may be a changeling.” Soap admitted. “I may have... tested it. A couple of times, trying to see if I could figure it out.”

Ghost glared at him and he went to take his mask back, but Soap stopped him. “Johnny... Please.”

“Simon.” Soap said softly, pulling him a little closer and Ghost finally slid to his knees instead of crouching. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

Simon looked at him and suddenly stiffened. “When I took your coat.” 

“It’s okay. You didn’t... You didn’t purposely do anything.” Soap reassured.

“But I did do something.” 

Soap sighed. “This isn’t... the conversation I wanted to have tonight... What do you know about selkies?”

“Take their coat and you can control them. That’s it.”

“Pretty accurate. It’s a little more than just control though. When someone holds my coat, there’s an instinct under my skin. A desperation to please is the best way I can put it. It’s a survival tactic to keep from being punished according to my mom. You do what you can to keep your master happy so they don’t strike out at you.” 

“Have you...” Simon was touching him now. Holding his face and putting his arm around him. “Been...”

“Twice. Once when I was 12 for two months and once when I was 17 until I turned 19. The first one was by a kid my age and it wasn’t... nothing happened. People usually get concerned.” Johnny smiled at him. 

“And the other one?”

Johnny shook his head. “Another day. Please.”

“Another day.” Simon promised. “But what did I do?”

“You gave it back. The way you did it... You pick it back in my hands. You didn’t let me grab it.”

“Is that bad?” 

“We’re married. Kinda. It’s not legally binding, of course. It can be ignored. Even broken.” Soap mumbled the last parts. It hurt. He’d like to blame it on his coat. That it was making him a little crazy. But he knew it wasn’t just that. The idea of being rejected by Ghost was... He cared a lot for Ghost and it had nothing to do with being not quite human. 

Ghost was staring again. “Since the hospital. That was weeks ago.” 

“Yeah. I suppose it was. Look, I can tell you how to break it.” Soap felt Ghost’s mouth on his and the arm pulled him closer, right against his broad chest. 

“I haven’t been a very good husband to you.” Ghost joked, but there was a layer of stress underneath it. 

Soap shrugged. “I haven’t been a very good bride.” He leaned in closer. 

“Would you... like to be?”

“If you’d have me.”

Ghost huffed. “I’d be an idiot not to.” 

“Good. Although, you are going to have to court me. My mom is not very impressed with you right now.” Soap got up.

“You talked about me to your mom?” Ghost was scrambling to get up and follow him.

“Of course. Had to tell her some Brit married me. She was worried.” He flashed him a smile and tossed him his mask. 

“How the fuck do I court you?” Ghost tugged it on and followed him. He gathered up Soap’s clothes, watching him twirl around barefoot on the beach. 

“Figure it out.”

“Can I have your mom’s number?”

“Why the fuck do you need that??”

“To ask her how! Also I want your mom to like me.” 

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #Selkie Soap

[graciegoeskrazy]

hi <3 can you do dad!matty and daughter!reader and shes dealing with her first heartbreak?

you’re all i need

Matty Healy + Teen!Daughter!reader (ft The 1975)

warnings: cheating, men, some language

a/n: HI! i’m back again. thank you to the LOVELY anon who requested this. I hope you enjoy! Also - ty to everyone who has sent a request! I promise you I will get to ALL of them as soon as i can. anywhoooo i like how this one turned out and i hope u like :)

The boys never heard the bus pulling up to the house. It wasn't until the front door slammed that they realized you were home. They were all in the kitchen talking when you arrived. Usually - especially if they're all home - you would run straight to all of them and talk and rant about your day. But this time it was noticeable that you were acting quite different.

“Hi, darling!” Your father yelled from the kitchen.

You gave a solemn, “Hey.” before running upstairs as quickly as possible, trying to not let them see your tear-stained face.

“You okay?” Adam asked.

You continued your trek upstairs, never once looking at them.

“Yeah just tired.”

That fact that you didn't run straight to them was a huge giveaway, but the slight crack in your voice set off an alarm in all of them.

They all exchanged looks. Some of worry, and some of confusion. Matty sighed before putting his drink down on the table.

“I’ll be right back he said.” And he made his way up to you.

…

Your biggest pet peeve in the entire world is when your dad didn't knock on your door. He learned his lesson several times and always made a point to knock ever since you yelled at him for it, but this time he just opened it without a knock or anything, afraid you might have been hiding something.

The door swung open and revealed you sitting on the other side of your bed, phone in hand, with tears threatening to spill out again.

You whipped away the tears as normally as you could, trying to not track any attention. “Hi.” He said, almost comically. You replied with a small “Hi.”

“How was school?” he said, starting to make his way into your room.

“Fine.” You quipped.

“Fine?”

You just nodded and let out a slight hm, trying to move this convo along as fast as possible.

He shook his head.

“Well, we both know that’s bull shit.”

You sighed and stood up to face him, ushering out the door. “Dad, I just don’t want to talk about it.” Tears fully falling out again. He put his hands on your shoulders urging you to sit on the bed.

“If you’re this hurt about it darling, I think we should.” You gave up and fell onto the bed, your face hiding in your pillows.” He slowly sat down next to you, asking “Is it about school?” while doing so.

“No.” You said the sound being muffled by your pillows.

“Friends?” He asked stroking your back, coaxing you to come out.

“No!” you yelled into the pillows.

“Issac?”

You didn’t respond, which let your dad too his answer.

“Ahhhh…jackpot.” He said.

You just sighed.

“Bad date?”

“No.”

“Lovers quarrel?”

“Not exactly.”

Matty didn't want to say what he was about to say but he had to make sure…

“Did you guys…do something you weren’t supposed to?”

“Dad!” You yelled while sitting up.

He put his hands up in defense. “I just have to make sure.”

You slumped against the headboard. “Come on, darling. You tell me everything! That shouldn't stop because of guy stuff. I am a guy! I can help you out.”

You just continued to cry. By now you were full on sobbing. It took your dad back. Whatever was happening, he now knew it was serious. You fell into him and sobbed into his shirt. “Woah, honey. What happened.”

“He cheated on me.” You managed to say during sobs.

“What?” Your father was completely shocked.

You sat up again before speaking. “A girl came up to me during lunch. She told me that she and Issac had been dating for a month. He told her that he broke up with me a while ago, but found out the truth from a friend and she felt bad so she wanted to tell me.” You let out a small sniffle.

“Oh, honey. Have you talked to him?” He asked.

“Yeah. At first, he was all defensive. He said that he could have any other girl he wanted but he chose to stay with me and that I should be thankful. He started yelling and when he finally admitted it I asked why and he said ‘Because at least she lets me fuck her.’ and stormed off.”

The door immediately opened revealing Ross storming inside, George tying to hold him back, and Adam, Carly, and Jamie all behind them still trying to process everything they’ve been hearing. “What?!” Ross said, almost breaking down the door.

“Really?!” Matty said.

“We were worried.” Ross shrugged.

“This ain’t your business mate, fuck off.”

This time, George chimed in. “She’s our niece and goddaughter. If she comes home sobbing her eyes out, we're gonna convey some worry.”

This was getting too much for you. You yelled very loudly, trying to get them to all stop. “Enough! Everyone out! Please I just want to be alone.”

Matty sighed and kissed the top of your head before heading out. “As you wish.” He said. He ushered the others to leave while silently yelling at Ross.

…

Matty was sitting on the couch watching some trash reality TV show when he decided it was time for him to head up to bed. It was pretty late, everyone had gone home well before, and he was ready to pass out. He hasn't spoken to you since when you came home, other than sending a small text asking if you wanted any food to which you did not reply. As he walked upstairs and past your room, he heard quiet sniffles coming behind your door. He opened the door slightly, and peaked his head through. “Baby?” he asked. He saw you curled up in bed with tears streaming down your face, with a vinyl playing silently in the corner of your room. “Oh, my love.” He said. Immediately sitting on the bed and scooping you up into his arms.

You were a fucking wreck. You couldn't get Issac out of your mind. You couldn't help but think that you were dumb enough to waste almost a year of your life on someone who ended up probably never caring about you. Your head was swerling with thought, and Matty caught you right in the nick of time.

You cried into his arms. “It hurts, Daddy.” You said.

He brushed your hair back and laid you back down on the bed, tucking you in and lying next to you. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

“Why was I so stupid?”

This is what Matty feared, that you would blame some prick's biggest mistake on yourself. “You are not stupid.” He said.

“Yes, I am. I’m a stupid girl who was convinced someone loved her.” You said, crying into his chest.

“Hey! For the last time, you are not stupid. You are the wisest, kindest, most beautiful, and charming soul I have ever laid my eyes upon. And some bloke named Issac is stupid and blind and couldn’t see the absolute gift he had in front of him.”

Your cries turned into quite sniffles. “This will pass. Eventually. I promise you.”

“How do you know? You’ve been cheated on before?”

He laughed a little. “No. I’m the one who did the cheating.”

You looked up at him. “What? Dad!”

“I know. I was an idiot who was not worthy of someone's love - someone who you will never know about -”

You rolled your eyes.

“So that’s how I know for sure that Issac is an idiot who didn't see the absolute gift he had in front of him because I was that same idiot.”

You stayed quiet, not entirely sure of what to say. Matty caught sight of something on your nightstand.

“Did you eat that whole gallon of ice cream?”

“I just got cheated on. Give me a fucking break.”

“I’m not judging.” He said, smiling.

“I thought that’s what you're supposed to do during a break up. Eat ice cream and listen to Taylor Swift non-stop.”

“That’s one way of doing it.”

“I can’t stop listening to ‘Death by a Thousand Cuts’”

“I don’t think that’s very healthy.”

You smiled. “What can I say, I’m obsessed with your ex-girlfriend.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” he said, getting out of bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and tucked you in again. “You okay? For right now at least?”

“Yeah. You made it better.”

He smiled. You continued.

“And Taylor did too.”

“I’m leaving.” He said, turning away. You laughed hysterically.

“You fumbled the bag mate!”

“Goodnight!” he slammed the door, smiling.

…

When the next day rolled around you panicked when you realized you slept through your alarm. You checked your phone and saw a text from your dad that he had sent while you were asleep. “No school today. I turned your alarm off last night while you were sleeping. If you wake up be ready to leave by 11. I have to go into the studio today and I want you to come with me.”

You were quiet the entire car ride. Usually, you forced your dad to give you aux rights but this time you sat in sullum silence as you watched rural Londen pass you by. Your dad definitely noticed but he didn’t want to push you into a conversation. He knew you were very fragile at the moment and whenever you were uncomfortable you retreated to your little shell so to speak like you were doing now. He didn't want to ruin that, so he left you alone.

When you arrived at the studio you took a deep breath before getting out of the car. Your dad wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your head as you both walked in together. You were greeted with Ross who was sitting in one of the lounge chairs right by the door. All of them have been briefed by Matty. He sent a text saying, ‘Baby is coming w/ today. She’s still heartbroken. Try to make her less heartbroken. She’ll prob cry every 2 minutes so be prepared.’ Ross had his usual chipper attitude that he only ever showed when he was around you. “Hey! There’s our favorite girl!” he opened his arms wide awaiting a hug from you. You smiled a little bit and accepted it. “How’ve ya been?” he asked pulling away. “Very shitty.” You replied while wiping away a few tears that had escaped during the hug. “Yeah, getting your heart broken will do that to you.” You shrugged and smiled. George came up to you next, offering his drumsticks. “Feeling like hitting something?” You shrugged then replied, “Yeah actually.” he smiled. “Go for it.”

Once you were behind the other side of the glass getting a beat going, George spoke up. “So, when are we killing him?”

Adam laughed before adding, “We’re not killing a kid.”

“Why not? He broke our girl's heart.”

Ross chimed in too. “We have his address and phone number and an array of kitchen knives, I say we give it a go. Right, Matty?”

Your father was just watching you play, as always mesmerized by your talents at such a young age. “As much as it’s entertaining, y/n wouldn’t want it.”

Ross clicked his tongue. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Matty turned to the boys.

“We’ll just give him dirty looks every time we pick y/n up from school.”

#matty healy #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty healy x reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #x daughter!reader #the 1975

[tinyinvadr]

So the tadc brain rot is so strong right now, and naturally, I had to bring g/t into it! Not sure how many parts there will be to this, but yeah!

Hide & Shrink

Chapter 1

I couldn’t sleep the first night. It wasn’t like I needed to. All that was once essential for living is now pointless. Trying to retain any sense of normalcy is a waste of time that could be spent trying to find a way out.

The exit door turned out to be a bust, but surely there’s another way to leave. I just have to keep trying, even if it drives me insane, even if I end up in the void again. There’s no way I can stay in a place like this.

But… if I keep this up, and I DO end up driving myself insane, I’ll just end up like Kaufmo and however many others before him who’ve been “abstracted”. Yeah, that’s what they called it. I’m not exactly sure what it means or if there’s a way to undo it, but since Caine has a whole cellar full of abstracted people, I can only assume that it’s irreversible. That, or this is all just a part of his games.

The others seem to trust him to some extent, but I can’t bring myself to. He has to be the one who’s keeping us trapped here, right? He’s insistent that there’s no way out because he doesn’t want us to leave, so that must mean an exit DOES exist, right?

The worst part is that no one else seems as eager to leave as I am. Clearly no one wants to be here, but they still managed to adapt to this world. They accept it, they play along with whatever Caine has to throw at them. It’s… normal to them.

No, I can’t reach that point. None of this is real, and I refuse to let myself believe that it is. I had a life before this. A real life that was taken from me. A face, an identity, a name. I can’t remember the details, but it’s enough to know that I don’t belong in this twisted program and I have to get back to the real world.

The entire night, my mind was racing in this vicious cycle. Do I keep trying? Do I give up? Do I have to just accept this as my new life from here on out?

I was finally snapped out of my spiraling when I heard a knock on the door the next morning.

“Hey, uh, Pomni? You okay in there? I just wanted to check in, make sure you’re still… here.”

Just hearing Ragatha’s voice hit me with an overwhelming sense of guilt. Why was she still bothering to help me? I abandoned her twice when she was hurt, how could she forgive me so easily?

I opened the door for her, and she just stood there, nervously scratching the back of her head. I guess it wasn’t entirely water under the bridge, but she still made the effort to reach out to me.

“Um… Hi, Ragatha. Thanks for checking in on me.”

“Oh, yeah, of course! I’m glad you’re okay. Yesterday was… a lot to deal with all at once for a new person. But I promise, it’s usually not like that here.”

We just stood in awkward silence for a minute. There were so many things I wanted to ask her, but I was worried I would make things worse. I didn’t want her getting hurt again.

“Anyway, the rest of us are having breakfast, so feel free to join us if you want. Don’t feel pressured if you don’t want to, just thought I’d offer, since it can be nice to spend time with other people.”

In all honesty, I really wasn’t up for it, but I knew I couldn’t lie in bed stuck in my own thoughts forever. Maybe leaving my room would help me focus. Or it would make things worse, subjecting myself to all of the chaos of the Digital Circus again.

No, I had to. Attempting to do something was better than not doing anything.

“Yeah… I think I will.”

I followed Ragatha down the long hallway, filled with unease as I remembered our encounter with Kaufmo only a day prior. It was terrifying to think that the huge, glitching monster that attacked us was a person deep down. I didn’t know him, but the others did. I couldn’t imagine how it must have felt for them to lose him in such a horrible way.

And any one of us could be next.

We arrived at the main area of the circus tent where everyone was already seated at the table, feasting on digital, artificial pancakes.

Jax was the first to notice us.

“Oh hey, Pomni. You’re not dead.”

Ragatha sighed as we made our way over to the table, sitting at the two empty seats.

It seemed like everyone had a preferred seat at the table, so I ended up sitting between Gangle and Jax again. This was all part of their routine that they’ve been keeping up for god knows how long.

“Good morning, Pomni! I hope you’re feeling better today.”

I was caught off guard by Gangle’s smiling mask and cheery attitude. She was crying the entire first day.

“I don’t know… but you seem to be in a better mood.”

She chuckled, touching her mask with her ribbon hands. “That’s ‘cause my comedy mask regenerated. It resets every morning.”

I was about to ask her how often her mask breaks, but my question was answered when Bubble suddenly popped up behind Kinger, startling him to the point where he fell back onto Gangle, pushing her over and knocking her mask off.

“Aw… it broke again.” She said with a sniffle as she collected the remains of her mask.

On the other side of me, Jax smirked, crossing his arms behind his head. “Never gets old.”

Man, what a jerk.

Breakfast carried on pretty much the same as dinner the previous night. I was trying not to let my thoughts wander to darker places and focus on trying to connect with the others. It was difficult, though, since everyone already knew each other pretty well and adjusted to the insanity of this world in their own ways, so I was just kind of there. But I knew I needed them. As long as we were all on the same page, maybe I could stop myself from going insane.

Of course, it wasn’t long before HE showed up.

Just as we were finishing breakfast, Caine appeared beside Bubble.

“Rise and shine, my wonderful performers! A new day of exciting adventure awaits!”

Everyone got up and followed Caine to the stage area. I reluctantly joined them, unsure of what would happen if I didn’t.

“The star of today’s adventure will be selected with…”

Suddenly, a huge carnival wheel fell from the ceiling and crashed on the floor next to him.

“The Wheel of Whimsy!”

Each section of the wheel had a picture of one of our faces on it. Mine was already added to it, even though I only just got there.

Zooble rolled their eyes at the sight of the wheel.

“It better not land on me again.”

Caine gave the wheel a strong spin, and I watched in nervous anticipation as it slowed down. I had no idea what kind of adventure he had planned, but I knew for sure that I definitely didn’t want to “star” in it, whatever that meant.

I let out a sigh of relief as it seemed like the wheel would stop just before it landed on me. But, with the last bit of force, the pin crossed over onto my section.

“Well, would you look at that! Our star today is our newest member, Pomni!”

Jax casually strolled up beside Caine, that smug grin never leaving his face.

“Still picking on the newbie, huh Caine? I like it.”

Caine chuckled in response.

“Now, now, you know I don’t pick favorites! The Wheel of Whimsy is completely random, and all of you have an equal chance of being selected! That being said, considering yesterdays events and the fact that Pomni is still fairly new here, I’m going to give her a say in today’s adventure! So, what’ll it be, Pomni?”

I looked around at the others, each with differing expressions. Ragatha looked optimistic, Gangle worried, Zooble annoyed, Jax amused, and Kinger… Kinger. Whatever I decided to do probably wouldn’t please everyone, but I had to accept that and just go with whatever I felt was the best option.

“I dunno, maybe… hide and seek?”

Caine froze in place for a few seconds, as if he was buffering, and then sprang back to life.

“Excellent choice!”

With a snap of his fingers, I was teleported to somewhere I didn’t recognize. I was floating in place in a void of some sort, but not the same void I got stuck in the day before. It was pitch black, and almost felt suffocating. It felt like the space itself was small, but I couldn’t move far enough in any direction to prove it.

Then, even stranger, I could hear Caine’s voice, though it sounded like it was coming from underneath me somehow.

“Alright, everyone! Today’s adventure is… Find Pomni! Your new friend is hidden somewhere in this Amazing Digital Circus, and you’ll have to work together to find her! But it won’t be easy! Make sure you check everywhere, she might be someplace you wouldn’t expect! Now, get to it, superstars!”

After he finished speaking, I was hit with a sudden sensation that felt like I was moving really fast, even though I wasn’t going anywhere. The kind of feeling I got when Caine was giving me a tour. But that didn’t make sense, there was no sign of him anywhere.

“Uh… Caine? What’s going on? Where am I?”

I didn’t get a response. Instead, I felt something grab me and drag me down. The endless darkness was replaced with the bright and cheery colors of the circus all at once, but my eyes immediately went straight to Caine, who was now massive and holding me in his hand.

“Would you look at that! I pulled Pomni out of my hat!”

My first instinct was to panic. Squirming, kicking, screaming, it was all useless, but I was desperate.

There was a combination of confusion and concern in Caine’s eyes as I struggled in his grasp. How did he not expect me to hate this?

“Whoa there, no need to panic! It’s just me, your old pal Caine!���

“I’ve known you for less than 24 hours.”

“Haha, right! But there’s nothing to be afraid of, Pomni. This is all just part of the adventure! You see, the others have played hide and seek before numerous times, and they know all the typical hiding places, so I thought it would make things more challenging if you were smaller and harder to find!”

I kept helplessly struggling, but he made no moves to release me. He just kept watching.

“C-Can you put me down now?”

It finally hit him that I didn’t like being held, and he complied, setting me down on the floor with a pat on the head.

“There ya go! Now, I’ll leave you to go find a place to hide! Good luck!”

He disappeared before I could say anything else, and I was once again alone in this nightmarish circus. Only this time, it was much, much worse.

I could feel my heart racing as I looked at my surroundings. The circus was already huge to begin with, but everything at this perspective looked 10x more threatening. Part of me wanted to be found as soon as possible so I could return to my normal size, but I also didn’t want to think about encountering the others like this.

All I could do was hide.

#giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny #g/t writing #tadc g/t

[btsficsandsuch]

Hello! I would like to request a Jin one shot in which yn and their son surprise jin while he is on tour

Hope you like it!

Always Be Here

After hearing your phone ring for the fourth time you quickly ran over to where it was currently charging worried that there was an emergency. You answered when you saw your husband Jin’s name flashing on the screen. “Hi babe, sorry I didn’t answer. I was giving Ha-Jun a bath and getting him ready for bed.”, you said with a smile. Jin sighed, “That’s okay. How is he doing? Is he eating well and behaving?” You could tell from the sound of his voice that he was trying his hardest to hold back tears.

“Yeah he’s doing really well. He colored you a bunch of pictures. He has them saved for when you get back.” You were met with silence and then you heard what you swore were sniffles. “Jin what’s wrong?”, you asked even though you were pretty certain of the reason.

“Nothing Y/N. Don’t worry about me. I hope you’re taking care of yourself as well.”, he replied. You didn’t want to push him so you let it go and continued the conversation as normal. “Sorry Y/N, I have to get going but I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you and Ha-Jun so much. Take care of yourselves.”, he said quickly before hanging up, barely giving you a chance to respond. Jin always had a hard time being away from you but it only escalated once your son was born. He even threatened to quit the band but you and the rest of the boys were able to talk him out of it.

The following morning you woke up to a text from Namjoon,

NJ: Good morning Y/N, are you available to talk this morning? It should only take a few minutes.

You: Hey Joon, yeah whenever you’re ready just give me a call.

You had just finished making yourself a cup of coffee when you heard your phone ringing and just as you expected you saw Namjoon’s name flashing on the screen.

“Hi Joon, what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hi Y/N, I hope you’re doing well. I wanted to talk to you about Jin. I’m really worried about him.”

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“He just seems to be having a harder time than usual being away from you and Ha-Jun. We all went out to dinner last night after the show but he refused to come with us and when Jungkook went to bring him some food he found him crying in his hotel room with his bags packed. We convinced him to stay but I don’t know how much longer he’ll be willing to stay with us and we still have six weeks left.”

“Oh Namjoon, I spoke to him last night and he sounded sad but I didn’t know it was this bad.”

“Yeah Y/N, he is really hurting. I was wondering if you and Ha-Jun would be able to fly out and meet us at the next location as a surprise. I think it’ll be really good for him. I already cleared it with the team.”

“Yeah of course Namjoon. I’d love to come out there. Just send me the details.”

“Thanks Y/N, see you soon.”

A few days later you and your son were hiding in one of the backstage rooms waiting for their manager to come get you to surprise Jin on stage. After several minutes the two of you were ushered to the side of the stage. Namjoon began to speak,

“Is everyone have a good time tonight? We love being here with Army. You guys are more than fans. You’re like our family. And speaking of family, we have some very special people here this evening. They flew all the way here to surprise our very own Jin! Everyone please welcome Y/N and Ha-Jun!”

You and your son walked onto the stage to loud cheers from the crowd. Ha-Jun ran right up to Jin who quickly picked him up in his arms peppering his cheeks with kisses. When you finally made your way over to him you immediately noticed the tears falling down his cheeks so you reached up and gently wiped them with your thumb. “What are y-, how did y-, why did y-“, he stumbled through his words unable to make a complete sentence.

“It was Namjoon’s idea.”, you’d said pointing at the leader. Jin gave him nod signaling a thank you with a smile. After a few more kisses you waved goodbye to the crowd and waited for Taehyung to return with Ha-Jun after they took a little tour of the stage. The rest of the concert went smoothly and the air was definitely lighter. You were waiting in one of the rooms backstage while Ha-Jun was taking a nap on the couch. After the show Jin immediately came running in to the room and picked you up planting another kiss on your lips, “Thank you for coming Y/N. You have no idea how much I needed this.” “Of course Jin, I’m always here for you. We missed you a lot too.” He looked over at your sleeping son and smiled, “I’m gonna go shower and get changed. Then we can get some food and then go back to the hotel.” You smiled and gave him another kiss, “Of course babe. Take your time. We’ll be here for you.”

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fluff #jin x reader #jin imagine #jin fanfic #jin fluff #kim seokjin #jin

[tanith-rhea]

I'm not sure if this is has been done or not, but Larissa with a Normie (gn) s/o who is very introverted (the complete opposite of Larissa quite honestly) loves books and what not, but the main point is they don't like their own birthday, especially surprise parties. And poor Larissa doesn't know that about her s/o, because s/o never said anything about the situation or even hinted about they wanted on their birthday (even previous ones). If s/o had a choice, they wouldn't have told Larissa about their BD, Larissa just happened to stumble upon it somehow. But Larissa throws a grand surprise party for her s/o at the school and everyone, and I mean everyone was there. S/o doesn't want to ruin this for Larissa even though it is their day, so they try to stay with the party but gets anxiety and hides away somewhere. Someone eventually points out they aren't here and Larissa goes to finds s/o in their usual hiding spot, she just comforts and holds them and slowly understanding where s/o was feeling about the BD situation and deeply apologizes for this, but s/o told her it wasn't really her fault.

Happy birthday, my dear!

Hey, thank you for my first-ever ask! I hope I didn't forget anything and that you'll enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you so, so much for this. Have a lovely day!

Word count: <1k (this is a shorter one, but very sweet)

The days coming up to your birthday were always stressful. You had managed to keep your cool and act normal for most of it, but sometimes the need to be alone was encompassing. You knew it would all be over soon, and you would be a year older, and everything would be fine, but the sheer expectation of having something to show for it was too heavy to bear.

The thing was: you didn't accomplish much in your life. Sure, you were the first doctorated child in your family, but a PhD didn't make you fun at parties. You taught super-powered teenagers the importance of literature and were surprisingly adored by the little hormone-filled humans, but they weren't the posh politicians or CEOs your parents envisioned you spending time with.

You were proud of your achievements, they just didn't seem like achievements most of the time and especially during this time of year.

When the day came and no one acted differently, you could kiss every single person that passed through you. Nobody knew, of course, apart from Larissa, who only discovered it because last year your mother called to offer congratulations and passive-aggressively pry on your life. Everything was good, and tomorrow you would be older, wiser, and a hundred per cent not stressed over a disaster party going wrong.

That was until one of your students, Yoko, went looking for you close to seven, claiming someone was looking for you in the entry hall. You knew what it was about, and walking through the corridors to the unlit stairs the nausea of having to talk to people without previous preparation began to clog your throat.

"SURPRISE!" everyone screamed at you when the lights turned on. Oh wow, they weren't even close to what you thought they'd be. The entire school was crowding the spacious hall, a long dinner table had been brought and all types of party snacks decorated it along with an enormous cake saying "Happy Birthday, y/n"

Through the crowd, the culprit of that anxiety-inducing nightmare came to you with open arms and the warmest smile you had ever seen her wear. Larissa hugged you tightly, the proximity easing the knot in your gut by an inch.

"Happy birthday, my love," she said before kissing your cheeks and lips "I hope you liked the surprise."

"Yeah, of course!" your half-strangled high-pitched voice rang in your ears. You were going to pass out, there was no denying it.

A lot of students went to you with birthday wishes and handmade cards, and it was overwhelmingly sweet of them, but all you wanted to do was bolt.

Your colleagues were there as well; every single one shook your hand or hugged you or gave you an awkward but well-meaning pat on the back. Everyone seemed weirdly happy to celebrate one more year of y/n y/ln being alive and it was too much.

You talked with the biggest amount possible of people you knew and endured stale chitchat with the ones that you never saw before but, half an hour in, you could not do it anymore. You waited until no one was paying attention and ran like mad to your safe haven, leaving the blasted function behind.

It took more than you felt comfortable analysing for someone to come looking for you. It was nearly an hour, and you were sleepily going over some poems in a random book you picked by the window when Larissa's soft voice caught your attention.

"Love? What are you doing here?" she was concerned, her bright eyes widening at your own, glossed over with tears you didn't have the energy to shed.

"I was just a bit overwhelmed" you offered simply. Should you explain? You probably should, but you felt too tired to even speak too much.

Larissa quickly joined you at the library seat, taking you in her arms and kissing the top of your head. That had to be the best thing about her: she gave the best cuddles known to men.

"I didn't know you'd feel uncomfortable. I'm so sorry, darling" she whispered atop of you.

"You couldn't know… I never told you" you said weakly against her chest.

"Told me what?"

"That I hate it. All of it," she lifted your face and looked at you questioningly "I hate my birthday. I hate the expectations of having something to show, the fear the friends I invite don't actually want to come, having to talk with my family just to hear how everybody else is excelling at life while I barely can get sixteen-year-olds to read eight books a year, it just-"

"Shhh, love" she touched your lips with her thumb, her hand cupping your cheek and a sad smile. She traced her pad over your bottom lip and leaned to kiss your forehead "I am so, so very sorry for not asking how you felt. I swear I'd never have done any of it if I knew"

You know this. You know she had nothing but the best intentions and while it touched you how far she could go to make you happy, it also meant your undoing.

"It wasn't your fault" you turn to kiss the palm of her hand, pressing it against your mouth with your fingers before leaning on her again "If I had told you it never would have happened."

She held you close and played with your hair, the sounds from the party were slowly subsiding and you could hear people walking the corridors and talking. Probably students going back to their rooms.

After some time, you too wandered to your quarters.

That night you played Scrabble in bed while eating coffee-and-chocolate-flavoured cake and Larissa held you close until you fell asleep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems fanfic #principal weems #teacher!reader #hurt/comfort #cuddling #larissa weems queen of quality cuddles #angst #fluff #answered request #normie!reader #s/o reader

[aquagustd]

hell is empty - JJK, KTH

↳ PART 09.3 of hell is empty

life has a tendency to throw things your way when you least expect it, when you’re content, and the ominous presence knows exactly how to steer your existence back into the darkness.

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pairing — drvg lord!jungkook x reader, hotel owner!taehyung x reader

genre/rating — R | angst, fluff, smut, love triangle au

word count — 8.7K

play — sadderdaze by the neighbourhood

warnings/tags — single parent!reader, dad!JK, ex-boyfriend!JK, CEO!taehyung, strong language, mentions of infidelity (not between oc/jk/tae), mentions of infert!lity, therapy sesh with namjoon, oc lowkey snooping 🫣, she’s kinda thirsty today lmao, jungkook’s tattoos 😵‍💫, soft soft softttttt i cried

note: i promise this is the last part of…part 09 🤠 the drama must continue…this might be one of my fave parts :’)

“Something’s bothering you?”

Yuri sits up, pretending as if she didn’t know you were talking to her when you call her name, repeating your question.

“Oh,” she chuckles lightly, running her fingers through her ponytail, “nothing’s bothering me.”

You set down your mug on the table, raising a brow with suspicion. She avoids your gaze, knowing that she can’t hide from you now.

“You seem a little…different these past few days,” you begin, hand returning to your mug.

“Different how?”

“Quiet.”

She shrugs, “I’m always quiet.”

“More quiet than usual.”

With a shake of her head, she rises from the chair, making her way to the kitchen to rinse her mug while you follow close behind, knowing that there’s something up with her after Yoongi’s confirmation the other day. You’d have to coax it out of her, since it could be something serious and she’s known to dismiss serious issues when it involves herself.

“Yoongi said I should ask you,” you intone, cornering her against the sink, “tell me now before we leave for work. Or I’m gonna be worried all day.”

She clicks her tongue, eyes drooping as she seems to be collecting her words. Before she finally looks up, a dejected smile on her face.

“My last trip to the gynae…I—she said she needs to run some tests.”

“Oh, okay. That’s normal.”

“Yeah but it’s going on too long,” she exasperates, “I feel like…since I was a teenager, my cycle has always been irregular and I just have this sickly feeling that—” she cuts off, tremble to her voice which has a lump forming in your throat.

You reach for her shoulders, thumbs caressing them, “it’s okay. Everyone is different, I’m sure after you go through with the tests and the results come back, you’ll know where you stand.”

She turns to the sink, your hands falling from her shoulders with the action. Eyes glazing over as she stares at the suds floating around.

“I’m just worried that I can’t…that I won’t be able to have a family of my own, children of my own,” she quakes, wiping away the stream of tears that drip down her reddened cheeks.

“Yuri,” you call, tears brimming your own eyes, “you will have a family of your own. You’re going to have kids of your own. And you’re going to be a great mother. I promise that it’s nothing.”

She wipes her nose with a paper towel, “you think so?”

“I’m sure of it. Just go through with the tests with a clear mind.”

“I just—” she cries, taking your hand as you reach for her “—Yoongi’s always wanted kids. He’s always talking about this and that and I’m just there— preparing myself for the worst. I can’t even dream about it the way he does.”

You throw your arms around her in a tight hug when she begins to sob, uncaring that her mascara is probably smearing across your beige coat.

“Everything happens for a reason,” you try, struggling to find the right words, “and if things don’t go the way you want them to go then know that there will always be another way.”

She nods, pulling away from you slightly.

“But don’t overthink it, and remember that no matter what, you’ll always have a family. Me, Junho and Yoongi.”

Yuri gives you a teary smile, hiccupping as you swipe your thumbs under her eyes.

“And don’t forget that Yoongi needs to have some tests done on him too,” you remind, joining in her giggles.

“That’s what the gynae said,” she laughs, voice nasally but much more stable than earlier, “hey—” she turns to you, rubbing down your back “—thank you.”

You smile, “you know I’ll always be here for you.”

She rubs at her face furiously when you hear Yoongi and Junho coming down the stairs. Junho reveals himself, him and Yoongi sporting similar hairstyles.

“Mamma,” Junho beams, tilting his head from side to side, “do you like it?”

You narrow your eyes at him, fringe gelled back to reveal his forehead.

“I did his hair today,” Yoongi says proudly, smoothing a hand over Junho’s head. He looks up, smile falling when he takes note of Yuri’s expression.

“You look handsome, Smiley,” she giggles, bending to leave a kiss on Junho’s forehead. Yoongi taps the back of her hand with his, and they disappear into the lounge, leaving you to fix what you can with Junho’s hair.

“I’m not sure if your school would allow this hairstyle, Smiley,” you worry, lifting him up onto the counter and running your fingers through the sides, but he moves away.

“I saw other boys with this hairstyle! And they have it every day!”

“Okay, okay,” you sigh, moving backward so he can hop off the counter. “Oats or Choco puffs?”

“Choco puffs!”

You’re busy fixing Junho his cereal when Yoongi and Yuri return, both wearing sheepish smiles. You finish your breakfast in silence, waiting for Yoongi to finish his coffee before you all leave, dropping Junho off at school then on your way to work. You decided to take your car today, since it’s been a while.

Yoongi sits in the passenger seat, eyes out the window, not a squeak from him. But that’s normal. You should be worried if it were the opposite.

“Yuri told you.” He says after a while, turning down the volume on the radio.

You glance at him, examining his expression since you don’t know if that was a question or a statement.

“Uhh…yeah. She did.”

“And?”

“And…I think you guys shouldn’t worry too much.”

You see him nod in your periphery, “yeah.”

“But Yoongi—”

“Hm?” He turns to you, chewing on his bottom lip.

“You need to make sure that Yuri knows, no matter what happens you’ll still be by her side.”

“Of course.”

“No.” You turn to him, “you need to keep telling her that. She needs to know that whatever the outcome is, you won’t give up. She overthinks.”

He exhales a deep sigh, rubbing at his chin, “I know. I don’t know whether I should bring up adoption or…”

“Yoongi. Just go through with the tests and then you can think about all of that.”

He nods again, this time more exaggerated, as if trying to stop himself from thinking about that now.

“And you know you need to get yourself checked up too.”

“I know,” he snorts, “I keep telling her that but she’s just so…just always thinking about the worst.”

“I can relate to that.”

He laughs, shoulders shaking with the action.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

Your eyebrows furrow, “okay.”

You come to a stop in the parking lot, fixing your appearance in the review mirror.

“I’m just thinking about that time when you were pregnant for Junho.”

“Oh,” you say surprised, “fun times.”

“Do you remember that time when Junho first kicked in your belly,” he giggles, stepping out of the car while you do the same, “and you had like this whole mental breakdown, and I had to take you to the hospital because you thought you were in labor?”

“Shut up,” you grimace, following him through the glass doors, “let’s not forget about that time you fainted when I actually was in labor. Or that time you were freaking out because you thought my stomach was about to burst because the veins were really showing towards the end!”

He ignores you, but you can see his cheeks puff up as you walk behind him.

“Or, or—” you tease, tailing him inside the elevator “—what about that time you accidentally drank my—”

“NO!”

You plan on taking advantage of the good mood you’re in before you see Kim Namjoon later today, knowing that you leave his office equal parts scared, sad and annoyed. So, you decided to spoil yourself a bit today. Junho is thrown in. Donuts during your lunch break. The nearest Krispy Kreme is only a five-minute drive away from work, so you’d make it in time to eat at home with Junho and Yuri, and then return to work.

You’re standing against your car, accustomed to all the stares you receive since it’s not everyday you see a kid getting picked up from school in a Lamborghini Urus. Also, the yellow is quite eye-catching.

Perking up when you see Junho, you wave him over, keys rattling in your hand. The smile you’re wearing gets wiped off when you see Kim Namjoon standing next to the school gate, tipping his head in your direction.

“Mamma!”

“Smiley!”

You scoop Junho up in your arms, unhooking his backpack from around his shoulders.

“How was your day?”

“It was okay,” he chirps, strapping himself in the backseat while you’re tossing his bag into the trunk.

Switching on the engine, you drive onto the school road and make a U-turn out. Keeping an eye out for any pedestrians.

“And did you eat all your lunch?”

“Yep.”

“Good boy,” you grin, watching his reaction in the review mirror, “before I drop you home we’ll go to Krispy Kreme!”

He cheers, tiny fists jerking into the air, “yesss. I wanted donuts so bad.”

“You did? Well, today you can have all you want.”

“Ugh,” he groans, lips in a pout.

“What’s wrong?”

“I want to hug you but I can’t take off my seatbelt.”

You giggle, heart warming at his cute reaction, “it’s okay. You can give me all the hugs and kisses later when we jump off.”

“Okay,” he titters, dimples reappearing, “I can’t wait!”

There isn’t much traffic today, so you make it five minutes earlier than you planned, but when you scan the area where the Krispy Kreme used to be – it’s empty.

You mouth hangs open, “what…?”

Junho sits up, following your line of sight, “what happened mamma?”

“I think this Krispy Kreme closed down,” you huff, parking alongside the now deserted building.

“Closed down? Noooo,” he cries out, head thrown back theatrically.

“It’s okay,” you’re quick to say, pulling out your phone from your handbag that rests in the passenger seat, “I’m sure there’s another branch somewhere near.”

And you do find one, only it’s almost twenty minutes away from here. Inside a mall. And you can’t go back on your promise, since you already got Junho so excited for donuts today. You’d just have to skip lunch tomorrow to make up for your extended lunch time today.

Back on the road, thankful that traffic is light, you reach the mall in under fifteen minutes. Junho is all too pleased, thoroughly enjoying the small adventure you’re taking him on today since you hardly do stuff like this on a school day. Slotting your hand in his, you weave through the crowds inside the mall. You’ve only been here once before, and you’re wondering why, since this mall has better clothing stores than the one you frequent, which is further north.

“There mamma! Krispy!”

“Man,” you chuckle, waltzing over to the café, green lights flashing around the sign, “you’re sharper than me, Smiley.”

You don’t really pay much attention to the menu, since original glazed is your favorite. As you’re waiting for Junho to choose his donuts, a coffee shop just across catches your attention. And you would’ve scanned for a minute like you’re doing with all the stores, but two people sat near the window has you squinting.

Then you feel your heart stammer in your chest.

It can’t be.

No. It’s him. No one sits like him. No one smiles like him. No one dresses as good as he does.

Taehyung. And across him sits a petite woman. Lips pulled over her teeth as she laughs and sways and reaches across the table to smack his arm.

“Mamma can I have the Milky bar one and the Oreo one and the chocolate one with nuts?”

You tilt your head in Junho’s direction, nodding.

“Okay,” you approach the front counter, greeted by one of the staff ready to take your order, “and we’ll get a dozen original to share with Yuri and Yoongi.”

He nods, fitting his fingers together excitedly, watching from the other side of the glass as each donut gets fitted neatly inside the large box. And a smaller one for him. Your eyes wander to the coffee shop again, watching with a racing heart as they continue to chat animatedly, the smile on his face not leaving for a second.

Taehyung hasn’t answered your calls or texts all weekend. And you’re never the type to send over fifty messages. A string of texts asking him to respond. Apologizing and explaining the situation to him. All you could think about is what he might’ve heard you and Jungkook say. If he had taken your words out of context. Him being mad at you for not telling him about Seojoon is justified, and you wonder if he thinks you hold him at an unimportant level if Jungkook knew and he didn’t.

But here he is today. With another woman, his phone sitting on the table. Right there. He could answer your texts. A single word so you know where you stand with him, none of that. Instead you got some clarification out of pure coincidence. Taking a detour and seeing him here, a place you’ve never visited in years.

“Here you go, ma’am—”

“Thank you,” you retrieve the boxes from over the counter, grabbing Junho’s hand again and marching toward the exit. Which forces you to pass the coffee shop, using the opportunity to get a good look at the woman’s face. And then you recognize her, your heart pounding in your chest.

Deiji.

Just his best friend.

As you’re passing the window, his head turns in your direction, and you swear you make eye contact for a second. But you’re already going down the escalator so you can’t be sure. Once you’re in the car, handing Junho his box of donuts – your own appetite lost – you hear your phone ringing.

‘Taehyung💏’

With trembling hands you hold the phone up, waiting for the ringing to stop but it doesn’t – so you decide to answer.

Keeping your voice as neutral as possible.

“Hey ___.”

“Hello.”

“Did I just see you right now? At Venture Mall?”

The laugh in his voice bugs you, as if you didn’t spend these past two days worrying about your relationship.

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say hi?”

You roll your eyes, fiddling with the AC, “you seemed a little busy.”

His deep, baritone chuckle filters through the speaker, memories flooding your mind.

“You should’ve came over, that was Deiji. You met Deiji. She’s my—”

“Best friend,” you huff, leaning back in your seat, “I know.”

“I was gonna say business associate, but that works too,” he leaves a short chuckle, the line going dead. “We were discussing the charity event.”

You jaw ticks, “why were you ignoring my calls? I sent you almost sixty texts and you didn’t respond to those either.”

He sighs. Chatter from the background reaching your ears. Deiji is probably listening to your whole conversation. That thought has your anger spiking.

“Can we talk?”

“Talk about what?”

“Us,” he states plainly, “later today?”

“I have a meeting with Junho’s counsellor.”

“I would say tomorrow or Wednesday but I won’t have time. Thursday?”

“I’m busy Thursday,” you respond curtly, not even bothering to add an excuse to yours since you should meet him when it’s convenient for you, not him. He’s the one who wants to talk when you could’ve talked yesterday and fixed things. “Friday.”

“Friday sounds good.”

“Bye.”

“See you.”

You end the call and push your phone inside your bag, hearing it chime. When you pull it out again, you see a message from him. One that has you doing the biggest eye roll ever. And maybe has you blushing a bit.

“Who was that?”

“Oh,” you snort, hand on the wheel as you spin around to check on Junho, chocolate sprinkles sticking to his lips, “Taehyung.”

“Are you angry with him?”

“What?” You chuckle, shaking your head to dismiss the idea, “I’m not angry with him.”

He licks his lips, doe eyes going big, “but you were talking in your angry voice.”

Your brows pinch together, “my angry voice?”

“Yes,” he pouts, taking another bite of his donut, “when you’re angry with me or dad you have a very angry voice.”

“I’m not angry, Junho. I promise. Here—” you hand him a tissue, seeing that his gelled strands of hair had collapsed onto his forehead “—keep the other two donuts for later.”

“Okay.”

After a whole weekend of fretting, you’re finally going to speak to Taehyung and clear things up with him. Maybe you won’t have to clear things up with him, if he even bothered to read your messages. He needs to explain why he was ignoring you, perhaps you know the reason why, but you just need to hear him say it. To dispel your own suspicions. And find out if he saw anything…with you and Jungkook.

You’ve only been inside the mall for half an hour and traffic piled up like this?! Yoongi’s going to kill you for being late. But he’s in a chill mood today, so he could go easy on you. Plus, it’s not your fault that the Krispy Kreme near home shut down. He’d forgive you for Junho.

“Mamma,” Junho whines, rubbing at his eyes, “I’m tired.”

“We’re almost home, baby. Hey, no sleeping now. You’ll spoil your sleep for later!”

He blinks twice, round eyes struggling to stay open. You giggle, he’s so cute. How could you keep him awake?

An idea pops in your head.

The turnoff isn’t too far from here, if you make it in time, you could take the shortcut to Yoongi’s house.

“Hey Smiley,” you sing song, seeing the turnoff to your left, “hold on tight.”

Checking if he’s awake, you take a sharp turn to your left, pressing on the accelerator as you speed down the empty road, pulling down your visor when the sun hits your eyes. Junho claps his hands and giggles in his seat, asking you to go faster and obviously you agree, but you keep the same safe speed, loving his reactions each time you take a turn, and the tires roll in the dirt. Your heart thunders in your chest, seeing how thrilled he is even though you’re not driving that fast.

“Like Fast and Furious!”

But the fun must come to an end, seeing the red-light blink as you approach the main road.

“Whew,” you sigh, cheeks aching with your smiles, “how was that?”

“AWESOME!” He beams, cheeks glowing pink, before his attention is drawn to another car, “Sora!”

Perplexed, you spin around to ask Junho what he’s talking about when you see him stare out the window towards the back of the building that’s adjacent to where your car is idling now.

Sora’s car, it’s definitely hers. Her license plate. And no one else in town that you know of has a hot pink Lamborghini.

Shit.

From this angle, your bright yellow Lamborghini could be spotted. You roll onto the driveway down behind a factory building, parking behind a row of cars so you can see what she’s up to.

“Mamma. What are you doing?”

“Shush. I’m just…checking if that’s really Sora.”

“It is her,” he shouts, head swivelling around to stare at the car again, “look at the bumper!”

Narrowing your eyes, you think you see her head in the car, but then it just looks like a shadow. You strain your neck to look past the cars obstructing your view, mouth hanging open when you see a black SUV parked next to her car behind a tall stack of boxes.

A shiver runs down your spine. It’s been a while since you’ve seen one of those. What is she doing here?

Junho unclicks his seatbelt, kneeling on the seat to peek over. You grab his arm and yank him down, alarmed.

“What are you doing?!”

“I was just looking,” he grumbles, folding his arms and slumping in the leather seats, “can we go now?”

“One se—”

You see her step out of the SUV, watching as a man comes around the back, standing in front of her with his head tilted. He’s much taller than her, donning a full black outfit with dark bands wrapped around his hands. That’s all you can make out from afar. But what he does next shocks you – stunned as you watch them kiss.

Thank God Junho isn’t looking.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, swaying with him as they make out before he lets her go. He opens the car door for her, giving her ass a spank as she bends to step inside the car. They talk for a bit, her window rolled down, before they kiss again.

Panicking when you see her car lights flicker on, only now realizing that sky has turned a pale blue, you reverse onto the driveway behind you, waiting for her to leave. Then the SUV, both driving in opposite directions. And then you’re free to go home.

Wondering how in the hell you managed to see that. Here. Today.

All you wanted was some donuts.

Foot tapping on the carpet incessantly, you pull back your sleeve to look at your watch, lifting your head to find Namjoon watching you intently, dimpled smile appearing before he scribbles in his notebook. Probably jotting down that Jungkook is late. Again. Just as you’re about to reach for your phone to call him, in case he had forgotten, the door swings open, nearly falling off its hinges as Jungkook steps in.

A smile tugs at your lips, watching him approach the couch where you’re sat goofily.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologizes, holding up his palms as he sits down, turning to you, “hey. What did I miss?”

You giggle, “nothing at all. We were waiting for you.”

His eyebrow piercing jumps, “oh, okay.”

Namjoon clears his throat, “great. Now that you’re both here—” he rises from his seat, pulling out that same folder he presented to you the last time and placing it on the table in front of you, the file much thicker now “—let’s start with the basics.”

Jungkook reaches for the file, but you swat his hand away. He draws back with a whine, lips sticking out in a pout which has you biting back a smile, since Namjoon’s attentive gaze doesn’t leave you for a second.

“The basics,” you clear your throat, hands folded in your lap, “Junho seems to be adapting to moving from my apartment to Jungkook’s home.”

Namjoon twirls his silver pen in his fingers, chair swivelling from side to side, “but you’re living at your friend’s house now? Correct?”

You swallow, nodding.

“Since your apartment is dangerous?”

You shake your head, but Jungkook nods. Namjoon looking between the two of you with his eyebrows furrowed. And he scribbles in his notebook again, your palms a little sweaty.

“Tell me about that. Why exactly are you living with your friend?”

In your periphery, you see Jungkook turn to you, arm propped on the backrest of the couch. You’re hopping around the truth, not knowing what Namjoon will make of the whole situation since he knows that Seojoon used to take care of Junho for almost a year whenever you had other things to attend to.

“Her neighbor, Seojoon, is a fuck— sorry – he’s a real—” Jungkook’s jaw rolls “—creep.”

“Seojoon?” Namjoon questions, “Seojoon, your neighbor. The man who used to look after Junho after school while you were at work?”

You purse your lips, heat rising on the back of your neck, “yes.”

The chair squeaks as he leans back, pushing his glasses up, “so why is he a…’creep’?”

Heartrate speeding up, you manage to find the correct words but Jungkook speaks before you, his voice laced with rage.

“He tried to take advantage of ___.”

Namjoon’s stare burns into your face, his eyes widening a bit, “how did that happen? ___, not Jungkook.”

Jungkook huffs and as if sensing your struggle, his fingers brush the space between your shoulder blades, the action soothing to your nerves.

“We haven’t talked for a while,” you begin, wringing out your hands, “and he came over and asked if we could have some drinks since we haven’t hung out in a long time. So I said okay, because I felt bad. He drank, I didn’t…and then things just…”

“So you allowed him inside your home?”

Your jaw falls open, voice strained,“I had no idea what his intention was!”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, “are you really going to blame ___? Didn’t expect that from you, Kim.”

Namjoon holds up his hands placatingly, “I’m not blaming ___, I’m just trying to make sense of the situation. But it’s alright, I understand that discussing this is difficult for ___, so we’ll move on for her comfort.”

Letting out a shuddering breath, you lean back in the couch.

Jungkook pats your shoulder, “you okay?”

“’M fine.”

Namjoon’s head dips into his notebook again, scribbling, “I understand your situation, but do you know what this would like in Junho’s mind? Moving from one place to the next, telling him his home is now dangerous.”

“I know,” you sigh, fitting your wine-colored nails into each other, “I shouldn’t have told him that.”

Namjoon hums, the sound of his scribbles filling the room before he drops his pen, slotting his fingers together as he rests his arms on his desk.

“Did you inform Jungkook about the paintings?”

“I did.”

He points to the file sitting between you, “there’s more.”

Lifting the file carefully, you hold it close to Jungkook, prompting him to move closer to you. His scent floods your senses, you ignore the flutters in your belly and open the file, every other feeling replaced with horror.

It’s much worse than the last one you saw, but still the same concept. Man with markings on one arm, holding up a weapon, figures on the floor with ‘X X’ for eyes. Jungkook sits stock still neck to you, eyes widening as you flip through the file.

“I took out the other ones, so you know that he’s started to paint like this more frequently. Any explanation, Jungkook?”

Jungkook sets the file down, disbelief written across his features, “I…I have no idea.”

“I think we all know who the man in the paintings is.”

Jungkook’s tongue swipes across his bottom lip, earrings shaking with his head, “me.”

Namjoon tips his head down in assent, index fingers pressed together as he points to Jungkook.

“You. Now we know what you’ve been teaching him to paint and it’s not this—” Namjoon stands up from his seat to pick up the file again, keeping in safely in his shelf then returning to his seat “—so where is he getting all these ideas from? Is it movies? YouTube?”

Jungkook throws you a cursory look, “no, we’ve checked his history over the weekend. Nothing except toy unboxing videos and car gameplays. He’s only watched movies with us. Nothing violent.”

“What about you, Jungkook? If I’m correct, he’s with you ninety percent of the time and these paintings started recently. Maybe he’s seeing dad deal with some bad guys at work.”

Jungkook scoffs, “bad guys at work? I run a textile company. What bad guys could there be? The silk thief?”

You sit quietly, hoping Jungkook doesn’t lose his temper like the last time.

Namjoon opens his mouth to speak but Jungkook cuts him off, voice firm but a bit agitated.

“Besides, Junho is never around when I’m busy with work and I don’t bring work home,” he shrugs, satisfied with himself as he crosses his ankle over his knee.

Namjoon flips through a few pages, holding his pen up, “Jungkook, you have a fiancée, is that right?”

“Yes,” Jungkook replies tersely, “what about her?”

“What is her relationship with Junho like?”

You face Jungkook, waiting for his answer as keenly as Namjoon. He scratches behind his ear, giving a one shoulder shrug.

“Normal. Junho loves having her around.”

“Mhm,” Namjoon notes, “and what about her?”

“She loves having him around too.”

Namjoon hums, filling up his page, “and is she the one taking care of him if you were to, say, leave for a quick errand?”

“I guess—“ Jungkook’s eyebrows lift, shoulders raised to his ears “—what does Sora have to do with any of this?”

“Well, she’s around Junho as much as you and she’s going to be Junho’s stepmother,” Namjoon says pragmatically, jerking his shiny pen in Jungkook’s direction, “in fact, we should’ve invited her to this meeting as well, since she might know where his inspiration for the paintings is coming from.”

Jungkook’s lips curl over his teeth as he leans forward, an aggressive finger raised in Namjoon’s direction.

“She has nothing to do with his paintings, I never leave Junho alone with her.”

Namjoon’s brows shoot up, “why is that? Do you not trust her around your child?”

“No,” Jungkook grits, “I trust her with Junho.”

“Then why would you never leave Junho alone with her?”

“Because I…like being with them.”

“And if you ever get busy and are forced to leave Junho with her?”

“Then I take Junho with me.”

“Oh…like on…business?”

“No, if I need to buy more toilet roll or dish soap.”

Your head snaps between them like a tennis match, intervening without thinking.

“But what if…she’s watching a violent movie with Junho? And he’s seeing all this?”

Jungkook turns to you, beyond annoyed, “I said I’m with them all the time. She’ll never put a movie like that on with me around.”

“So,” Namjoon claims, nonchalant as he sits forward, “you’re saying if you weren’t around, she would?”

“No. What? For fuck’s sake. Sora won’t do something like that, okay? I trust her with my life and I trust her with my child.”

“But I’m just wondering why you said you would never leave Junho alone with her,” Namjoon ponders, you nod in agreement, “if she’s going to be your wife and Junho’s stepmother, there would come a time where you would need to.”

“Just forget I said that, okay?” Jungkook exasperates, pinching the bridge of his nose, “fuck.”

“Then where could Junho be seeing this shit, Jungkook? If he’s not with you, he’s with me or Yuri and Yuri wouldn’t do something like that. Are you sure you can trust Sora?”

“What?” He spits, growing defensive, “what do you mean ‘am I sure I can trust Sora’? Why don’t you talk about that sugar daddy of yours?”

“He’s not my sugar daddy,” you bark, turning to Namjoon, chuckling nervously, “he’s not my sugar daddy.”

“You’re so quick to push the blame on Sora since she’s with me all the time, why don’t you talk about your…whatever he is to you, hm?”

Both Jungkook and Namjoon are looking at you now, Namjoon’s silence a little unnerving.

“I can count how many times he’s been with Junho on one hand,” you mutter, resting your elbow on the armrest of the couch, “and we’ve only ever met when Junho was asleep or when we all went out.”

“It seems like ___’s relationship with this man isn’t as serious as yours with your fiancée,” Namjoon puts forth, that small statement making your heart sink a bit, “so you have to understand why we’re suspicious of her.”

“Suspicious of her?” Jungkook tsks, perched at the edge of the seat, “there’s no need to be suspicious of her.”

“Isn’t there?” You ask, lowering your voice despite knowing that Namjoon can still hear, “I caught you two at Junho’s birthday party, and I heard what she said. About spending money on Junho. It didn’t seem like she was happy.”

“What is it you have against Sora, hm? Is it like a personal…vendetta against her or something? Are you jealous of her?”

You exhale a bitter chuckle, “why would I be jealous of her?”

“That’s what it seems like.”

“If we’re talking about Sora okay then, why don’t we talk about the fact that you didn’t bat an eye when Sora almost got harassed—” you turn to Namjoon who gasps “—yes, harassed in the club? You acted as if it was nothing. Talked so much shit about her and then continued to act all lovey dovey within the next few days. And stop lying. She doesn’t like Junho, I see right through her! That’s why she was so sulky during his party!”

“Ah,” Jungkook sniggers, “so that’s the issue then? Couples fight all the time. You should know that by now, if you’re mad because you want to be in her place then just say that.”

“I don’t want to be in her place!”

He prods at his cheek with his tongue, relaxed expression annoying the shit out of you while your head feels like it might explode, sweat beading across your forehead.

“Whatever you say,” he snorts, wiping the side of his Prada boots.

“She’s cheating on you!”

His fingers halt, snapping up to look at you, “what?”

“She’s cheating on you,” you repeat, panting through your words, “I saw her today, on Greenwich Road.”

He shuts his eyes, “wait what? Greenwich road? What were you doing on Greenwich Road?”

“I wanted Krispy Kreme donuts, but the one here is closed permanently. So I found one in Venture Mall and me and Junho went there and when we on our way back the traffic was bad so I decided to take Junho for a little spin and then I saw her car there and thought she was in some kind of trouble since there was a black SUV there but then I…then I saw her…with someone else—” you inhale a deep breath, chest undulating.

He blinks twice, elbow twisted as he props his hand on his leg.

“Black SUV?”

“Yes, like the one that was stalking me.”

Jungkook nods, a calculating look behind his eyes, “and did you recognize the other person?”

“No. I don’t think so. But the SUV was similar.”

Namjoon clears his throat, lips parted as he eyes the two of you. You sit up straight, reaching for the bottled water kept on the table and gulping it down. Mutedly, he closes his notebook and rises from his chair, nodding to himself.

“That’s all for today.”

-

“Did I do the right thing?”

“If someone’s cheating on me, I would want to know,” Yuri comforts, sliding a hand around your waist as you sit down next to her on the carpet, “you did the right thing.”

“I don’t know,” you sigh, hugging your knees to your chest, “I feel like I could’ve handled it better but ARGH he just gets on my nerves, you know?”

Yuri chuckles warmly, nudging you with her shoulder, “I know.” She peers over her shoulder, watching Yoongi and Junho who are busy in the kitchen. “I think Yoongi was on the phone with him just now.”

You look over your shoulder too, as if Yoongi is still talking to Jungkook on the phone.

“Did you hear what he said?”

She shakes her head, “nope. But Yoongi looked worried. Want me to go ask him?”

“No,” you mumble, resting your head on her shoulder, “he’ll probably tell us later.”

Sat under a quilt with Yuri, you tuck your legs under your bum, reflecting on all that happened today. How weird it was for you too see Taehyung in the mall with Deiji, then Sora. And then your session with Namjoon that feels pointless. You still don’t know why Junho is painting those images, at this point you might as well just ask Junho. But you don’t want to scare him. Since he’s already afraid that he’s in some big trouble after your meeting with Namjoon.

At least you have something to look forward to at the end of the week. Meeting with Taehyung to sort things out, and maybe figure out what’s Deiji’s deal since she’s always so touch with him. He’ll say she’s his best friend, but she might have other motives, that’s always the case.

The doorbell rings and Yuri springs up to answer, but Yoongi holds up a hand, shuffling over to the door.

“I’ll get it.”

“Dad!”

“Hey big boy!”

You perk up, leaping to your feet when you see Jungkook standing at the door, cuddling Junho to his chest as Bam circles his figure.

“What’s he doing here?” Yuri asks with a giggle, reaching down to scratch behind Bam’s ears, falling on her butt when he tries to give her a slobbery kiss.

“Hyung, help me with my bags please.”

Bags?

Despite the biting cold that creeps in through the front door, you see three suitcases being dragged up the staircase by Jungkook and Yoongi, questions sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“What’s all this?” Yuri enquires, hands on her hips, “Jungkookie is moving in too?”

Yoongi shrugs, handing you a smaller suitcase as he shuts the door behind him.

“I’m sure you all know by now,” Jungkook announces, Junho glued to his side.

Yuri raises a brow, “know what?”

Jungkook’s gaze connects with yours, smirk pulling at his lips. You look away, setting his bag behind the bookshelf in the lounge.

“Me and Sora are over,” he affirms, voice plain and emotionless, “and she kicked me out.”

“She kicked you out?” Yuri questions with a screech, “how can she kick you out of your house?”

A knot in your chest you didn’t know you had seemed to loosen. Sad for him but also wondering if this is a blessing in disguise. Since you’re not sure how you felt about Sora as Junho’s stepmother, even though you didn’t have a say.

“The house was under her name,” Jungkook trails off, turning to Junho who pouts.

“But…but your house. I can’t go there anymore?”

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook comforts, pinching Junho’s cheek, “I have a better house far away from here, by the beach!”

“By the beach?!”

“Mhm.”

Yuri turns around, grabbing your attention by hitting her hip against yours as she whispers, “what do you think of that?”

A rhetorical question, but still you find yourself searching for an answer. You don’t know what you think of that. Sora kicking Jungkook out of their home. Him staying here while you’re staying here too.

“Hey,” you shout, sashaying to the kitchen, “where is Jungkook gonna sleep if I’m in the guest room?”

“Dad can sleep with me in the spare room!”

Jungkook high-fives Junho, “that sounds like a fantastic idea!”

Junho bounces around, letting Bam chase him around the lounge.

“Today is the best day ever!”

“Aw,” Yuri coos, admiring Junho from afar, “he’s so sweet. Kook, you see? He said it’s the best day ever because you’re staying over.”

Jungkook’s lips spread into the widest bunny grin you’ve ever seen, vascular arms folded as he watches Junho mess around with Bam, “it’s the best day ever for me too.”

Yoongi snorts, speaking over the crackling on the stove, “you no longer have a fiancée and it’s the best day ever? I would be on my knees if that happened to me.”

Jungkook creeps up behind Yoongi, leaning down to whisper something in his ear. They both burst out with laughter, while you watch from the other side, arms resting on the windowpane that connects the kitchen to the lounge.

He brushes your shoulder as he passes you, eyes half-lidded, “what?”

Your face twists up, “what? I didn’t say that anything.”

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

He leans over the frame, warm breath hitting your cheek, “like I owe you something.”

“Maybe it’s because you do.”

His voice lowers, nose nearly brushing yours, “and what do I owe you?”

“Oh my God, would you two kiss and get it over with? I’m dying over here,” Yoongi groans, cutting up some kimchi.

You snap away from Jungkook, seeing him shove Yoongi before he shakes his head, throwing you a suggestive look as he taps the top of the doorframe.

“Gonna shower,” he informs, leaving you as confused as ever.

Junho helps you set the table as you prepare for dinner, the fragrant spices lingering in the air to have your tummy growling. Even louder as Yoongi sets the kimchi jiggae on the table, along with all the side dishes.

“Wow, Yoongi. You really made all this in under two hours?”

He fights his smile, handing Junho a smaller plate. Yuri grabs his hand, swinging their arms back and forth as they walk around the table. You watch them fondly, glad that Yuri is feeling a little better compared to this morning.

“Thank you for the tasty food, hyung!”

Yoongi pats Junho’s head, “thank you for helping me.”

“Mmm what’s that smell?”

Jungkook emerges from the hallway, rubbing a small white towel into his wet hair before throwing the towel over his shoulder, bending over the table to scan the food. He’s wearing a light grey shirt, the fabric clinging to all the wet spots of his body, a darker grey in those areas, if you look closely…you can see his nipples poking through. Tendrils of hair dripping wet, half tucked behind his ear prettily and—

You feel a hand under your chin, pushing it up to close your mouth.

Yuri leans over, whispering, “you were drooling.”

Cheeks burning, you pick your chopsticks and return to your food, not reacting as Jungkook pulls out the seat next to you, his fresh scent burning your nostrils and possibly, tugging at the wrong nerve in your brain to make you go crazy.

Junho starts to cough, his face burning a bright red. Mildly panicked, you reach for the jug of water, startled when you feel Jungkook’s hand hit yours since he reached for the jug too, pouring into Junho’s glass and rubbing down his back.

“Eat slowly, Smiley.”

You don’t know why, but you find yourself looking at Yoongi – he’s looking at you too, watching the interaction just as intently. Junho exhales one last cough, taking another sip of the water then setting the cup down with sticky hands.

“You’re telling him to eat slowly,” Yoongi guffaws, shaking his head lightly, “when you’re none the better! He’s just like you!”

Jungkook gasps, “I don’t eat fast!”

“Yes you do,” Yoongi snorts, adding some rice into a smaller bowl, “like your food is running away.”

“Says the person hoarding all the rice. Bring it here!” Jungkook’s satoori comes out, waving his hand dramatically.

“There!”

“Thank you!”

“Welcome!”

Junho can’t stop laughing, and they’re entertaining his giggles. You and Yuri exchange a look. This is the noisiest the house has been, and you’re not mad. A warm feeling settling in your stomach, not Yoongi’s food, but something else.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you remark, hinting at Yoongi who’s slurping up the rest of his stew.

He sets down his bowl, fist propped under his cheek, “I’m just happy we’re all together.”

You feel your heart thud in your chest. Spoon stopping mid-air as you take in what he just said, you throat constricts, eyes prickling with tears.

The boys continue with their antics while you and Yuri clean up, hearing Yoongi ask if he must take out the bikes which has her yelling out ‘NO,’ a disbelieving look on her face.

“I don’t know if Yoongi in this mood is a good thing,” you snort, handing her one of the dry plates, “look at him.”

She chortles, “I like seeing him happy, but taking out the bikes this late? Now he’s pushing it.”

Jungkook falls to the ground lifeless as Junho points his finger-guns at him, laying motionless for a few seconds then grabbing Junho once he gets close, Bam pawing at his back.

“He’s good with Smiley.”

“Hm?”

Yuri smirks, jerking her head in the direction of the lounge, “Jungkook, he’s good with Smiley.”

“Oh,” you mumble, wiping down the last bowl, “yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?” She scoffs, fist pressed to her hip, “he will wipe the corner of Smiley’s mouth and you look like your ovaries are about to explode.”

Despite your laughter, you hit her shoulder lightly, rinsing out the cloth and leaving it to hang over the edge of the sink.

“I wasn’t.”

“Don’t deny it,” she prods, throwing her head back as she finishes the last bit of her juice, “hey, don’t you think it’s weird?”

“What’s weird?”

She points at Jungkook with her eyes, “that he’s behaving like this when he just broke up with his fiancée.”

You sigh, “I do think it’s weird. But at this point, I’m used to him acting weird.”

Yuri pokes your shoulder, “you should ask him about it.”

“What?” You roll your eyes, “you really think he’ll tell me the truth.”

She shrugs, lips in an exaggerated frown, “maybe.”

Turning off the kitchen light, you enter the lounge to find Junho on Jungkook’s back, refusing to let go as Jungkook swings him around. Yoongi lays on the carpet with his arm thrown over his eyes. How can he sleep through this noise?

“Alright,” you yell, clapping twice to grab their attention, “time for bed, come on.”

“Ahhh,” Junho pouts, hopping off his father’s back, “five more minutes, please?”

“No, Junho, it’s already past your bedtime and you’ve got school tomorrow.”

“See! That’s the angry voice you’re doing!”

“Smiley,” you sigh tiredly, running a hand through your hair, “what angry voice?”

“I know what angry voice you’re talking about,” Jungkook grins, lifting Junho from the floor again, “goodnight hyung.”

Yoongi mumbles something none of you catch, Yuri already on her way to their room, rubbing at her eyes wearily.

“Goodnight, you guys. Night Smiley!”

“Goodnight,” Junho yawns, short arms wrapped around his father’s neck. You’re walking behind them up the stairs, seeing Jungkook’s thigh muscles flex with each step he takes up, inciting a new wave of emotions.

Pressing a kiss to Junho’s head, you wave them goodnight as you pad across the tile to the guest room.

“Mamma, wait! Who’s gonna make me sleep?”

“Dad is sleeping by you tonight.”

His big eyes gleam in the dull, passageway light, “can Mamma come sleep by us too?”

Jungkook’s lips are in a thin line, cheek pressed to Junho’s as he keeps his gaze on the floor.

“Please?”

“Fine,” you say defeatedly, “but only until you fall asleep!”

“Yay!”

The bed is big enough to fit the three of you, but you find yourself scooting over to the middle, closer to Junho. Jungkook does the same, both hunched over Junho’s sleeping figure. He’s facing Jungkook, while your fingers rake through his hair, arm folded under your head.

“He sleep—”

“Shush!”

“Oh,” Jungkook whispers, half of his face illuminated by the yellow lamp, “he sleeps fast.”

“Yeah, like you.”

“I don’t sleep fast!”

“Yes you do,” you whisper-shout, eyes on Junho and not Jungkook who’s only five centimeters away from your face, “one minute you’ll be talking and the next you’re KO.”

“That’s not me. That’s you.”

“You’re really gonna argue right now?”

“I’ll argue with you whenever I want to.”

Your gaze flits up, seeing a playful glint in his doe eyes. Rolling your eyes, you move closer to Junho and curl your head over him so you won’t have to see Jungkook’s goofy smile every time you crack your eyes open, but he follows you again, which has the top of your heads touching.

Abruptly, you move away again, returning to your initial position, feeling the bed shift under you. And when you open your eyes, his beady orbs are on you, long eyelashes casting a shadow on his cheeks. Refocusing on Junho and ignoring the stupid backflip your stomach does, you tuck his hair behind his ear, feeling his warm cheeks under your palm, lulling him to a deeper sleep.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

He clears his throat, mouth sounds so loud as he whispers, “when you were pregnant for Junho did you want a girl or a boy?”

You look up at him, shaking your head, “all I wanted was a healthy baby. I didn’t care about any of that.”

His lips quirk to the side, “really? So you’ve never thought about it while you were pregnant?”

Gazing up to the ceiling, you do remember when that could’ve changed for you, but your main concern was a healthy baby.

“This one time,” you begin, reflexively shifting closer to Junho as Jungkook readjusts his position on the bed, fluffing up his pillow, “when I went to the clinic, there was this old lady that was sitting next to me. And for nearly an hour we were waiting in line together. She kept looking at me, I thought she was kinda creepy, until she spoke.”

“What did she say?”

“She asked if I know whether I’m having a boy or a girl,” you smile at the memory, wetting your lips, “I said no. And she woke up and gave me another long look and said ‘you’re having a boy.’ I was like ‘wait how do you know?’ It was her turn next and I thought she will leave forever like this magical witch in the woods or something.”

Jungkook laughs, listening with rapt attention, “did she tell you?”

“It’s probably just a thing old people say but she told me that when a woman is pregnant with a girl, the girl baby takes the mother’s beauty away as she’s growing in her belly. But when she’s pregnant with a boy, her beauty shines through.”

Jungkook grins, “was that her way of telling you you looked beautiful?”

You shrug, fighting the blush that spreads across your cheeks, “I don’t know. But I obviously didn’t believe her. Still, it kinda made me think about a boy baby after that you know? Only for a while.”

He looks down at Junho, arm wrapping around his torso, “but she was right.”

“Yeah,” you grin, heart clenching in your chest.

“He’s so warm all the time,” Jungkook coos, gritting his teeth with playful aggression, “I just wanna squeeze him sometimes.”

“Me too,” you laugh, “he won’t let me do this when he’s awake but sometimes when he’s sleeping I like to—” you dip your head to wrap your lips around a chunk of Junho’s cheek, giggling when you see him smile in his sleep.

“Wait, let me try.”

Jungkook bends slightly, taking Junho’s cheek between his teeth lightly, the same spot you bit. And Junho smiles again, having Jungkook erupt in a fit of cute aggression.

“He’s used to let me do that when he was a baby,” you lament, “but now I think he’s too shy.”

“He’s too big now. I wish I could’ve been there.”

Your gaze finds his, wanting to ask why he couldn’t have been there. Through your pregnancy and everything after…but you’re afraid it might ruin the tender moment. And he probably won’t give you an answer anyway.

A chunk of hair falls over his face, instinctively, you reach up to tuck his hair behind his ear, his smouldering eyes latching onto yours. It makes your heart race, a thrill running up the length of your spine. When you draw your hand away from his face, he catches it, lacing your fingers together and resting it on Junho’s curled legs lightly.

Without saying a word, wondering if he can hear how loud your heart is thumping in your chest, you dip your head and shut your eyes, body engulfed in a wave of goosebumps when you feel him rest his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

“Goodnight.”

His thumb caresses your knuckles, and you follow his action. Gnawing on your bottom lip to stop your tears. What’s this feeling? The feeling when you’re getting to know someone new, and things seem to slot into place? No. He’s not someone new. You’re remembering who he was, and he seems to be too.

“Goodnight.”

the end.

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🧸CHAPTER TWO} I like you more than a roommate

Previous chapter

Paring: roommate!Hyuniin X fem reader

Rating: mature (eventually explicit)

Genre: friends to lovers, fluff, eventual smut

Chapter Warnings/things: none

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Your roommate Hyunjin is slowly catching feelings for you. You get more clingy to him as he helps you through your needs and issues, he loves you but doesn't know how to show it.

A/n: this one’s kinda boring but it’s relevant. Its also quickly written so

It’s been 3 days since the storm, Hyunjin’s been trying to get my attention for the past few days, I’ve been shoving him off though.. I overreacted more than usual that night. Yes, im afraid of storms and he knows that, I feel like an idiot, crying into his arms and being all cuddley like. I appreciate his comfort but the problem is I like him more than a roommate, more than a friend; I have feelings for him.

But now i don’t even know how to start up a normal conversation with him, I’ve been ignoring him for days! Getting over him would be helpful but i can’t when I practicality live with this guy!

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’ve been avoiding you since-“ I sigh opening the door to find him sketching away some flowers, the scribbling noises stop as I finish my words, I can’t say anything else it’s like my vocal chords froze and I couldn’t talk anymore, like something was squeezing them tight from the inside of my throat.

“Oh Hey! It’s fine don’t worry about it, we all need our own time sometimes. I totally get it.” He chuckles, my eyes stare at his perfect pink lips watching them part as he slips words out of his mouth, they’re so plump! I catch myself not paying attention.

“Uh- y-yeah, thanks..” I tilt my head down in embarrassment

I end up deciding to sit down next to him I open up my phone, beginning to do my own thing and check if anyones texted me or called me about something.

Which no one has, so I just stare at my screen and try to hide my embarrassment of what the fuck was going through my head. It’s just lips, everyone has lips, why are his so intriguing to me? I hate this so much.

“Whatchu looking at?” He leans toward me, causing me to jump slightly as he rests his chin on my shoulder.

What the hell do I say? I’m literally just straight up STARING at my Lock Screen like an idiot would.

“Uh, I just changed my Lock Screen and I’m deciding if I like it or not.”

Perfect, hopefully that’ll cover up whatever the fuck I’m doing. I’m pretty sure he’s only seen my Home Screen which is outstandingly lucky for a situation for this.

“Well I think it’s awesome, Hello Kitty right?”

He grabs my phone and points at it, smiling since he knows he’s right and loves being correct with whatever the heck he’s doing.

“Yeah! Hang on, got an email from our art professor, bloody hell.” I sigh, opening my phone holding it close to my chest scanning the email with my eyes.

“What is it?” Hyunjin questions, being the curious guy he is. “Art assignment, it’s due tomorrow. Must have missed it when I was checking my emails, it was sent last week..” I lie my head back against the wall groaning in disappointment.

“Well we should start now.. it’s tomorrow after all.”

He snatches my phone reading the assignment out loud. “team up with someone in your class on a collaborative acrylic painting, the canvas can be any size it’s your choice.” Hyunjin gives my phone back, his face scrunching up as he thinks of ideas.

“Oh I know! We could do a painting of a fairy resting in a flower, I could do most of the fairy and you do most of the flower!” I smile, hopping onto his lap in excitement, pushing down on his shoulders and looking into his eyes with a twinkle in my own.

“Oohhhh.. that’s a great idea, we should start now though, we don’t have much time.”

“Yeah. Good idea”

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Return of the King - Part 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7 Part 8 AO3

So... Remember that bit about the shed? It's happening here so...🫣

They decided to wait. 

Both Eddie and Steve knew that any blood drinking that happened in the house while the kids were around would cause a whole other kind of trauma for them.

The ‘overhearing their parents having sex’ kind of trauma was not something they could, in good conscience, subject them to.

Even if the two of them really, really, wanted to do it right then, right there, at that moment. 

Eddie managed to find the thinnest thread of self control, pulling himself out of Steve’s lap and giving themselves a good five minutes of standing on opposite sides of the room trying to calm down so they didn’t blind any innocent eyes (and Robin) when they went back out to join them.

The kids were, as usual, fucking relentless with their questions. They wanted to know exactly what had been discussed, why they weren’t being filled in on all the details and why Steve couldn’t just drink right now.

Eddie had to hide his grin behind his hair when he caught sight of Hopper’s slightly green face as he asked “You two definitely know what you’re doing, right?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Steve and Eddie agreed even though they definitely did not but no one needed to know that. 

Nancy was glancing in between the two of them with that investigative glint in her eye and Eddie couldn’t decide if she was trying to figure out how the blood drinking would work or if she was picking up on the bright neon signs of attraction hanging over both Steve and Eddie’s heads for the entire day.

Steve, ever the expert babysitter, was able to distract the kids from their questions pretty effectively by asking if they wanted to have one of their old fashioned movie night sleepovers which they all readily agreed to.

Eddie had never had a big party sleepover at his house bar that one instance that healed nothing in them. After that he'd only had one or two over at a time, mainly to keep a close watch on them, but never everyone all at once and never with so much life.

His house was not as well equipped for it as Steve’s had been, he and Wayne didn’t have Narnia level linen closets full of spare blankets and pillows, they didn’t have the amount of floor space or the expansive bedrooms. But what they did have was a pull out couch, air mattresses and two adults who were still deep enough in their guilt to offer to drive out to Steve’s place to pick up those aforementioned blankets and pillows.

When Hopper and Joyce arrived back they let everyone know that they were going to respectfully bow out. They wanted all the kids to have a chance to relax with each other without feeling like they were being watched.

And their backs couldn’t handle anything less than a bed at their age which Eddie understood.

Hopper fixed him with a firm look. “This isn’t us forcing our responsibilities on you two again.”

“At least we hope it’s not.” Joyce interjected with a small smile. “We just know that under normal circumstances the kids would be at that age where they wouldn’t want their parents around, putting a damper on things, embarrassing them.” She laughed but Eddie could hear the little bit of heartbreak underneath it. Her babies were growing up.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not the same. It’s not just me anymore, Steve is here too. And Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle… we’re evenly matched six to six. We’ll keep them in line.” Eddie smiled his most charming smile, one that rarely ever worked on parents but seemed to do the trick just fine this time around. “And Wayne will be back soon- oh shit.”

Joyce smiled back at him. “How’re you going to explain the invading force?”

Eddie exhaled heavily. “I dunno. It’ll be fine.”

Wayne was usually easygoing enough. Eddie just hoped that easygoing attitude extended to explaining the resurrected town hero currently sitting on the couch and playing Red Hands against Robin with his eyes closed and Erica's hands over his ears.

“It’ll be fine.” He repeated again.

Joyce just patted him on the shoulder and followed Hopper out to the car.

As it turned out, Wayne took the intrusion of the kids very well. He seemed just as happy as everyone else to see the kids acting as kids again. 

Eddie was even more surprised at just how casual he was when he told him that Steve was alive. Because of course that was the story they were going with. He was going to keep Wayne away from as much of the supernatural fuckery as he could.

So as far as Wayne knew, Steve had been injured and in the commotion and explosion of patients at Hawkins General, had been rushed to a hospital a town over without any ID on him. He’d only recently recovered enough to come back. They’d all thought he was dead.

The one thing that Eddie didn’t like, however, was the look Wayne gave him, something devilish and mischievous as he paced, talking about Steve’s history with the kids.

“What?” Eddie snapped.

“Oh, nothin’”

“Don’t ‘oh, nothin’ me, old man. You’re conspiring. You’re plotting.”

Wayne got to his feet. “I’m doing no such thing.” 

Before Eddie could stop him he had strode the few short steps to the sitting room door, rapping hard on the jamb.

“Harrington. A word.”

“Wayne!” Eddie hissed as the kids all started to singsong oooohhh and Steve’s in trouble from their spots on the floor. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

As Steve stepped into the kitchen his eyes darted nervously between Wayne who was sitting back down at the kitchen table and Eddie who was trying to send death ray signals at his uncle from his pacing spot on the floor.

“Um… yes, Mr. Munson, sir?”

Eddie grimaced internally as Wayne scowled. 

“Am I your commanding officer, boy?”

“Wayne!” Eddie gurgled out towards the ceiling. “Be nice!”

Steve looked both bewildered and so very unsure, like he was in the middle of a viper pit. But at the same time there was a determined tilt to his shoulders. “No. No you’re not.”

“No, I’m not. So you’re to stop with that ‘sir’ and ‘Mr. Munson’ crap, do you hear me?” Wayne was ignoring Eddie on purpose and Steve seemed determined to do this without backup so Eddie was stuck watching this interaction from the outside like some nature documentary. He wondered if David Attenborough’s voice was about to start narrating in his ear about a standoff between two predators. 

It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that had happened to him in the last twenty four hours. 

“Alright. No more ‘sir’ and ‘Mr. Munson’ crap from now on, Wayne.”

If Eddie didn’t know his uncle so well he’d have thought that comment had landed terribly. But there was just the slightest lifting at the corner of his mouth, a telltale sign to Eddie that Steve had said the right thing. 

Somehow.

But that was more terrifying than anything else. Because Wayne and Eddie were very similar people. They liked to push. They liked to see how far they could take it. They liked to make people uncomfortable enough to bring their true nature out. 

“Good. Now tell me.”

Wayne leaned forward in his chair maintaining terrifying, all seeing eye contact with Steve, watching him like a hawk for any kind of falter.

“Are you fucking my boy?”

Eddie let out a strangled cry, dragging all of his hair in front of his face. He started spinning in circles, needing to get away from the pure, all encompassing mortification but not wanting to leave the room at the same time. 

Where was the apocalypse when he needed one? Where were the cracks in the earth or the fucking bats or Vecna?

“Yes.”

Traitor! Steve the Betrayer! Turncoat! Deserter! Fucking Judas!

Eddie planted himself face first into the corner by the door, leaning in as heavily as his body would allow. 

This was where he lived now. 

“Mm-hm.” He could hear the nod in Wayne’s voice. “You plan on just fucking him or are you going to be hanging around?”

“Hopefully both. Gonna keep him. Like a stray cat.”

“Steven!” Eddie shouted from his new home.

“You know not to feed him after midnight?”

“Yep.”

“And I’ve found a spray bottle full of water usually helps with the biting.”

“Spray bottle. Got it.”

What the fuck was happening right now? Had he dropped into another alternate reality?

Eddie spun around, pretty sure he was red from embarrassment the whole way down to his fingertips. He only grew even more outraged when he saw the terrible attempt in front of him to hide matching smiles.

No, this couldn’t be happening.

This couldn’t be happening. 

They were bonding. They were ganging up. They were being two little fucks. This was terrible.

“The Brutus to my Ceaser!” Eddie cried. “The Fredo to my Michael! The Benedict Arnold to my all of America!”

Eddie huffed in the most melodramatic fashion he could and stomped off to the sitting room.

"I'm stealing your best friend, Harrington. She's mine now."

He grumbled and muttered his way over to Robin on the couch who was looking up at him slightly bewildered but mostly amused as he planted himself across her lap.

“Ow, Jesus fuck Buckaroo.” He wiggled around. “Why are your thighs so bony?”

“Why is your ass so bony?” She hissed back, wincing and trying to adjust until the two were comfortable.

The kids all watched the exchange wide eyed, like it was the best free entertainment they’d ever gotten.

“You two are gonna give me grey hairs.” Steve frowned, tapping Eddie’s knee with his hand. “C’mon move. Let me in.”

There was enough space left for him on the couch in between the twosome of Robin and Eddie and Erica on the opposite side but apparently that wasn’t good enough for him.

Eddie crossed his arms and glared. “No, I told you. She’s mine now, tough shit.”

“Robin?”

“Sorry.” She shrugged, sliding her arms around his waist and hooking her chin over his shoulder. “His house, his rules.”

Steve released a heavy sigh. “That’s too bad.”

And he began to tip forward.

“Steve?”

“Stevington, don’t you dare!”

“No! Harringt- oof!”

The air was punched out of the two of them as Steve flopped all of his undead jock weight directly down on top of them, keeping his body loose and pliant as they struggled to free themselves.

“You brute!” Eddie could have probably tried harder to extricate himself but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love having Steve’s weight on top of him. Only downside was-

“Evie!” Robin’s strained, punched out exhale came from the bottom of the pile as she shifted around, digging her bony legs in, trying to free herself.

“Ow, ow! Okay.” Eddie tapped him on the arm three times. 

Steve immediately lifted his weight up, hovering over the two of them and suddenly Eddie couldn’t remember why he’d stopped it.

The answer swiftly came as Robin flicked the two of them across the ears. 

“Stop it.” She warned, acting pissed off but her posture was too gentle to really sell it.

The three of them shifted around until they were all situated as comfortably as they could be with Eddie pretty much draped across Robin and Steve, who were both cuddled up together.

“What kind of bizarre three way mating ritual did I just witness?” Max asked from her spot on the floor.

“A pathetic one.” Erica had leaned away over the arm of the couch to avoid the flailing limbs but had now gotten comfortable again.

"Just play the damn movie and stop judging us." Eddie flapped his hand in the direction of the TV.

As the lights were switched off and the movie began, Steve leaned down ever so slightly.

"Wayne's gone up to bed."

Eddie hummed in acknowledgement, still trying to appear pouty but it was a rapidly losing fight in the face of Steve's hand running up and down his back.

"I like him. He's a Lakers fan."

"What the fuck is a 'Lakers'?"

"It's a sportsball team." Robin muttered into his ear.

"Oh." He nodded then paused. "Which sportsball?"

"Baskets."

"Makes sense, I guess." He reached his hand back and grasped Steve's own. "I'm glad you're getting on but I hate what the consequences will be for me."

"We'll go easy on you." Steve squeezed his hand.

"Don't you dare." He muttered, squeezing back.

They made it halfway through the movie. The whole Fellowship was exhausted. A solid month of broken and tear filled sleep caught up to them all. And they felt like they could breathe. They felt like they could relax. So everyone was out like a light. Not even stirring when the soundtrack to the movie kicked into full crescendo, the volume on the tv just a tad too loud. 

It seemed to Eddie like the only person still clinging onto wakefulness was himself. He’d watched over them obsessively for so long it was hard to let go.

He grumbled to himself as he reached for the remote, turning the volume down. He kept the movie playing though. Good background noise. Good noise to occupy his own thoughts.

All the kids minus Erica were in a giant puppy pile on the floor, Erica herself was draped over her side of the couch. Argyle and Jonathan were snoring together on one of the blowup mattresses, Nancy was curled up in the armchair and Steve and Robin were slotted together behind him.

He was still across their laps, Steve’s hand resting on his bare hip where his shirt had ridden up and he really didn’t want to move. He wasn’t exactly comfy but he was content. He had a bed waiting for him upstairs but what would even be the point if he couldn’t grab Steve by the balls and haul him up there with him.

The hand on his hip squeezed and Eddie’s heart started jackhammering immediately.

“Really?” Steve whispered in a low hum. “You’re gonna get riled up just from that?”

Well that tone certainly wasn’t helping circumstances.

“Do not make me horny while I’m lying in Robin’s lap, Steve.”

“I wasn’t trying to do anything. You did that on your own.”

“You’re kidding right?” Eddie tipped his head backward, just enough to glare. Robin’s head was back, her mouth hanging open and she snuffled every so often on a wheezing inhale. Steve was just looking down on him with a quite frankly infuriating smirk. “This is all your fault.”

He was just about able to catch Steve’s eye from his twisted position but Steve wasn't looking at his eyes, he was staring at Eddie’s stretched out neck with a slow splash of yellow swirling in his eyes.

Eddie could feel his body reacting almost immediately and he needed to get out of Robin’s lap, like right now.

“Fuck.” He was able to push himself up to standing, Robin smacking her lips in her sleep. He held his hand out to Steve. “C’mon.”

Steve’s eyes snapped away from his neck, up to meet his gaze slowly melting back to brown. “You’re sure?”

“Stevie baby, I’m so sure. I am so completely 100% sure that if you don’t get up and come with me right now I will go and deal with this,” he gestured down at himself, “on my own and you won’t get to do a thing about it. Might make you watch.”

Steve’s breathing was coming in short and sharp and he was staring up at him with wide blown eyes. “Goddamn it Eddie.” Steve snatched up his hand, expertly unwinding himself from around Robin and letting himself be pulled from the room.

When Steve started moving in the direction of the stairs Eddie shook his head, leading him through the kitchen and out the back door. 

“Don’t want to wake anyone up. And I want you to be loud.”

Steve glanced up, finally seeing where he was being led and stopped short.

“Eddie, we are not having sex in a shed.”

“It’s fine! I practise guitar in there all the time, promise. The boathouse was worse.”

"We didn't have sex in the boathouse either."

Oh, well. 

"Wanna change that?"

"No! It's property that doesn't belong to either of us."

"And? It’s abandoned like half this town. Rick’s fucked off to Florida or somewhere." He pulled Steve in close, lacing their hands together and guiding them around Steve's back before walking him backwards towards the door. "You don't think about that day?" They bumped up against the wood and Eddie leaned in. 

"I think about it all the time.” He dragged his nose up Steve's throat, stopping his lips right where he'd pressed that jagged glass into his neck. “Want to do it again?"

"Eddie." It came out as a pitiful whine and god he was gonna ruin his boy. "You gonna threaten me with a broken bottle again?" Steve was trying to sound petulant but his voice was too breathy.

"Only if you ask nicely."

Eddie could feel his jumping pulse under his lips, as much as a supernaturally slowed down, undead pulse could jump.

Steve thumped his head against the wooden door. "There's gonna be bugs."

"There's no bugs."

There’s definitely bugs.

"There is. I can hear them from here."

Eddie stopped. He hadn't considered that. It sounded irritating as shit. 

"Can you hear them all the time?"

Steve shook his head. "I can kinda zone in or zone out, you know? So it's not that bad."

"Right." He nodded. Then, because he couldn't help himself, because he was a terrible shit down to his bones he said, "So it doesn't bug you?"

Steve's expression collapsed into a deadpan stare. "I can't believe I put my dick in you."

Eddie grinned and tugged the door open. "Don’t worry. I’ll repay the favour."

Sure enough, there was his guitar laid lovingly in her floor stand in one corner of the rickety old shed. The walls had ancient blankets that came with the house haphazardly nailed to the walls to try to keep the sound dampened, a bare swinging lightbulb hanging down in the middle and one of the dining chairs had been dragged in for Eddie to sit in as he played.

It was hardly atmospheric. 

But atmosphere wasn't exactly what he was looking for right now.

As soon as the door closed behind them Eddie had Steve shoved up against it. Not wasting a second he shoved his tongue in past Steve’s lips and snuck his hand up Steve’s infuriating, tight, preppy polo, grabbing a fistful of chest hair and pulling.

“Jesus, Eddie.” Steve said through his grunt of pain, immediately diving back into their messy debauched kiss, grinding his hips forward in a filthy swivel.

“Been waiting,” he grabbed another fistful of Steve’s hair, yanking his head to the side. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that Steve had always been stronger than him. 

But now he was probably stronger than any human on the planet and there was no way he’d have been able to manoeuvre him around like that unless Steve allowed it. And just the thought of that sent fire through him, a wave of power at being able to have control over the beautiful supernatural man in front of him, “to get my mouth on you,” he laved hot, open mouthed and horny kisses across Steve’s jaw and down his neck, “all fucking day.”

Eddie tried to pull the collar of Steve’s polo to the side but it wasn’t enough to get where he wanted.

“Off. Now.” He said, tugging at the hem and watching with hungry eyes as Steve stripped the polo off and his heaving chest came into view.

"Now you." 

Eddie shook his head. "Not yet."

"That's not fair."

"No, it's not." He watched Steve closely, checking to see if this was a boundary he didn't want crossed or if he was into the small bit of power play going on.

Steve had the most adorable little pout on his face but other than that didn’t look unsure or uncomfortable, dragging Eddie back towards him but Eddie ducked his head before he could crash their lips back together again, continuing on his sucking and biting trajectory across Steve’s neck, his collarbone, his shoulder until he sank his teeth down hard into a meaty pec, desperate to leave the shape of his teeth in Steve’s skin.

“Ah! Fuck, Eds. Don’t make me go get the spray bottle.” Steve whined, any hint of authority lost in the breathless way he said it.

Eddie reached down and pulled one of Steve’s legs forward, until it was resting at a slight angle. He shoved Steve’s thigh in between his own legs, grinding down hard and releasing his own winded moan at finally getting some pressure, some friction.

“You’re not leaving this shed until I’m done with you.” He pressed his thumb down onto one pretty pink nipple and swallowed Steve’s groan of pleasure as he rutted down against one of those magnificent thighs.

Steve’s hands were in his back pockets, pushing and pulling him forward and backward and god Eddie could stay here forever.

But he was already closer than he wanted to be right now and he’d be so fucking mad at himself if he came before he could fuck the ever living daylights out of the man in front of him.

Though he was very interested in just how responsive Steve was to having his chest hair and nipples tugged and pulled he needed to switch tactics or this would all be over too soon. 

Reaching down, he made quick work of Steve’s button and zipper, roughly yanking his jeans and boxers down to his knees in one go, dropping himself to the floor along with them.

“Oh my god, Eds.”

Steve had a hand in his hair already and that was good, great even but he really needed to mention the other thing before they got much further.

“I’m not a fan of having my face fucked.” He blurted out, maybe a little more anxious sounding than he meant it to be, running his hands up Steve’s thighs. Steve’s hand immediately gentled, scratching soothing against his scalp.

“Okay, no face fucking. Promise.”

“And my gag reflex leaves something to be desired.”

“Then you don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

“Okay. Okay. You set the pace, I won’t move you. You want me to keep my hand here?” He gave Eddie’s hair the gentlest of tugs.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s good.” He took Steve’s length into his hand and gave him a couple of pumps, relishing in the keening little noises he could pull from Steve’s mouth from all the way down on the ground.

“F-for the record. I am a fan.” Steve had thunked his head back against the door again but now looked back down with that terrible teasing look in his eye. “Of having my face fucked. And my gag reflex has been complimented once or twice.”

No. He was not going to come in his pants just from the sight of Steve all cocky and smug above him, telling him how he liked to have his throat railed.

Eddie pressed his forehead against Steve’s bare hip and willed himself to calm down.

“You can't just go around saying things like that, Stevie.”

He pumped Steve a few more times, trying to… get back at him? Regain the upper hand?

Eddie didn't fucking know, but he didn't want to stop.

“Besides, since when have you been roaming around sucking dick, sweetheart?” As though to punctuate his statement he pressed the flat of his tongue against the head of Steve’s cock, closing his lips around it and giving a light suck before pulling off. “If you’d have gone to the usual spots we could have gotten to this a lot sooner.”

“I’ve been on a lot of vacations, baby.” Steve panted at the ceiling, having rolled his head back again. “Been to a lot of major cities. Had a lot of time to myself when I was there.”

Eddie nodded, purposefully brushing his lips against the head, pulling a beautiful debauched moan out of Steve’s throat and causing him to grip onto his own thigh hard.

“Good to know.”

Without warning, Eddie dove down, taking him in as deep as he comfortably could.

The sounds Steve was making above him were music to Eddie’s ears, immediately getting locked away into his spank bank box for the rest of his life.

“Oh god, oh fuck Eds. Your mouth- oh my god.”

Eddie didn’t have an awful lot of experience sucking dick, surprisingly enough, considering how experienced he was in everything else. Apparently, according to one guy, he’d just had that look about him.

Like he might bite it off for fun, a bit of a feral gleam in his eye.

So, y’know, rude.

And guys usually wanted to shove it back as far as they could almost immediately.

Which… no. No. Never again.

But he didn’t have to worry about any of that with Steve. Steve was allowing him to take his time and figure himself and his limits out, all the while staying dutifully still. His fingers had twitched in his hair once or twice but they never tightened and they never pushed. 

“Eds, baby, I’m- I’m close-”

Eddie pulled off. “Not yet.”

The cry Steve let out almost sounded like he was in pain but he was pliant as Eddie helped him step out of his jeans and lead him over to the dining chair.

Eddie sat down and pulled Steve forward to straddle his lap, sitting far enough away so they weren’t pressed close together and no roll of Steve’s hips would bring any friction.

“See that shelf behind me?”

Steve looked up, still trying to catch his breath before exhaling on a laugh. “Well you’re very prepared.” 

He stood, legs spread on either side of the dining chair and reached over Eddie’s shoulder to get the lube and condoms he’d stashed there earlier on in the day. Eddie took his chance to latch his mouth onto one of those lovely nipples he hadn’t got to taste yet.

He bit and sucked and licked and the whole time Steve stayed where he was with his chest pressed up against Eddie’s face letting out little mewls and whines while clearly trying to stop himself from humping against Eddie’s chest.

Eddie took the lube and condoms from Steve’s stalled hand, releasing his nipple with one last lick, looking up at him and shaking the bottle.

“This okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathed, face flushed, chest heaving and mouth open. “Yeah, so okay.”

“You want to do it yourself?”

“No. No, you. Want your…” he swallowed. “Want your hands.”

Eddie grinned, sharp and victorious. “You got ‘em, big boy. Think you’ll be able to stay standing?”

Steve was spread open, legs slightly bent on either side. It must be a little strenuous with the way his legs had been trembling slightly but he was strong. Even before he’d come back from the dead he’d been strong.

“Mm-hm.”

“Okay. Put your hands on my shoulders. Good.”

Steve made a tiny aborted thrust and dug his fingers into Eddie’s skin at the ‘good’ comment and that was certainly something to explore in the next few minutes.

Eddie made quick work of him, alternating pushing a finger in and out, giving little kitten licks across Steve’s chest, his nipples and down his ribs. He brushed up against Steve’s prostate, causing him to jerk forward with a loud shout and he had half a mind to get Steve to make that sound again and again but decided against it. At least he knew where it was now. He added another finger and slowly scissored him open.

“It’s enough. Eds- baby, it’s enough I’m ready.”

“It’s not enough.” He mumbled against some glorious chest hair.

“It is.” Steve was thrusting back with vigour now, trying to fill himself up as much as possible.

“It’s not.” Eddie growled, bumping a third finger inside, a little meanly, a little too soon and pressed down against that bundle of nerves that he’d avoided since he first found them.

Steve screamed again, wiggling around and grinding back, trying to chase his pleasure with little sobs and moans. “Please. Please, Eddie, please!”

Eddie hummed against his skin, removing his fingers completely. “I like it when you beg.”

“Please, Eddie!” Steve whined again, unable to get his voice to do anything else. 

“You’ll get it, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” Eddie shoved his own jeans and boxers down without much care, hissing at the sensation of something finally touching his dick as he rolled the condom on. “Okay, c’mere, baby. Let me fill you up.”

Steve almost sighed as he sank down slowly, until he was full seated, trying to move immediately.

Eddie clamped his hands hard around Steve’s hips, trying to still him, but of course he wasn’t strong enough.

“Stop moving.”

Steve whined again, mostly halting his movements, but not quite.

“Steve.” He snapped. “Be good.”

He stopped immediately, panting with his hands still clenched on Eddie’s shoulders.

Oh yeah.

Eddie caressed Steve’s face, brushing his thumbs over cheekbones as he himself tried not to immediately blow his load.

“I need you to calm down a little for what I’m gonna ask you next, okay? I need you fully present.”

Steve nodded, pressing their foreheads together. “I understand.” He breathed in and out a few times, in and out, in and out before opening his eyes. “What is it?”

Eddie flicked his own eyes between Steve’s, blown out black and horny with that ring of honey-brown around them.

“Do you want to bite me?”

He could feel Steve’s breath catch in his chest rather than hear it as his eyes started to slowly leak yellow into brown.

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.” He answered without much hesitation.

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re gonna bite me, you’re gonna drink. In ten seconds I’m gonna tap on your neck twice,” tap, tap “and you’re gonna stop.”

Steve nodded as well. His eyes were almost completely yellow now. “And I’m gonna stop.”

“Yeah. After that you can take what you need from me, drink until you’ve had your fill, ride me into the ground.”

“What if I can’t stop?”

“I have a brick.”

“Seriously?” Steve laughed, but as they did the vibrations very swiftly reminded them that Eddie was still very much inside him and the laughter was punched out of them in a quick whoosh of a joined moan.

Steve leaned forward, his breath coming in short bursts again as he pressed a light kiss against Eddie’s neck. 

Eddie rested one hand on the side of Steve’s neck, repeating two taps, ten seconds, two taps, to himself over and over.

“Ready?” Steve muttered.

“Yeah.”

The next second he felt two sharp stings in the side of his neck, followed quickly by numbness and a sucking feeling like he was getting the most intense hickey of his life, whining high and wanton out through the shed.

At the same second Steve let out his own guttural growl, clutching onto Eddie tight and grinding his hips down in time with his sucking.

Eddie was endlessly thankful that he was still lucid, still able to count but that meant he had to witness the gross horror in front of him for the next six seconds.

As soon as Steve growled out, he started radiating this aura of danger, predator, protect. It was intense and wild and terrifyingly arousing, but apart from that, everything else could feel it too.

The spiders that had just been chilling in the corners of the ceiling scuttled away through the cracks at the speed of light. Eddie could hear other creepy crawlies under the floorboards scatter and fight to get as far away as possible, even hearing the squeaking of some mice and rats as well as a few birds scamper, trying to put as much distance as they could between themselves and this apex predator.

Eddie tapped Steve’s neck twice and the sucking sensation stopped immediately. Steve laved his tongue over the wound before pulling back, continuing to bounce ever so slightly in Eddie’s lap with debauched little punched out ‘ah, ah, ah’ noises.

Steve looked… Steve looked amazing. Somehow more perfect than he had only a few seconds ago, his skin was practically glowing, his hair was voluminous and thick despite the sweaty heat of two writhing bodies, his cheeks were a delicate rosy pink, his plump mouth was full and rose red and his eyes were like two clear crystal yellow sapphires.

“I- I stopped.” He panted as he bounced more insistently, planting his feet and using Eddie’s shoulders to leverage himself up and down, up and down.

Eddie’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head, he’d never felt like this, it had never been this good before. “You- you did. My beautiful boy. My good boy.”

Steve landed down hard at that, nearly screaming out again. Eddie felt so thoroughly fucked and used and it was the most glorious thing.

“D’you- need more?” He moaned out, pretty sure he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Mm- want more, Eddie. Want more.”

“Okay, baby. Take it.” He grabbed Steve by the back of his neck and hauled him forward, crashing his mouth back over the wound on his neck. “Take it all.”

He didn’t bite this time, just sucked at the still weeping wound. Which seemed to double the pleasure running rampant through Eddie’s body and if the fucked out sounds and filthy movements Steve was making were anything to go by he was feeling it too.

He managed to wedge a hand in between the two of them to grasp Steve’s length and employ every trick he knew, twisting, turning, kneading and rubbing.

“That’s it, my good boy, my darling, my baby, my sweetheart. Feel so good around me, never felt like this before, gonna keep you forever. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck me, Stevie, I’m gonna-”

He couldn’t even cry out as he came, the sensation was so overwhelming it got caught in his throat, against Steve’s lips who crashed over the edge a few seconds later, the force of his orgasm hitting Eddie in the chin with his come.

They clung close to each other as they came down, sweaty and tired and electric.

“How are you feeling?” Steve muttered, hoving his hand over the fang marks he’d left in Eddie’s neck.

“‘M feeling good. Wouldn’t even know they were there.”

“I didn’t take too much?” His eyes were wide and worried, melting back to honey-brown.

“No, baby.” Eddie shook his head, now feeling the twinge in his neck and rubbed his hands up and down Steve’s arms. “You didn’t take too much. I feel good. Great, even.” 

Steve looked amazing, fantastic, perfect. Like the most dedicated renaissance painting, a peak of health and beauty. He’d take the modelling world by storm if he chose to. It was almost unfair. If Eddie hadn't already had his wicked way with him, he’d be looking for excuses to pin him down.

“How about you?”

“So good. Better than I’ve ever felt, I think.” Steve gave him a blinding smile and Eddie was helpless to lean forward and taste it himself. There was a bit of blood on his lips and in his mouth but that was fine because it was Steve and if Eddie could survive his morning breath he could survive a bit of his own blood in his mouth.

"Can you stand?"

“I- yeah. I should be okay.”

Well thank god for that because Eddie was pretty sure his legs were dead from the weight that had been on top of them but honestly that was the least of his worries as Steve winced, trying to right himself on shaky legs.

“I suppose a shower is out of the question?” Steve was using his underwear to wipe in between his legs and gingerly pulling his pants back up while Eddie stretched his legs out so he wouldn’t be wobbling into the house like a wounded gazelle.

“Not unless you want the whole house quizzing you on why you’re showering at, like, one in the morning.” 

His t-shirt was wet and now it was also cold which was a 2/10 experience, the only thing giving it two points was that it was wet with Steve because he was a gross little rat man and he was proud of it. 

They poked and prodded each other with giggled whispers and terrible attempts to keep quiet as they stole up the stairs, being satisfied enough with a cursory wipedown from a washcloth and fell into bed together still snickering and muttering nonsense as they fell asleep curled around one another.

It felt like it had only been a blink of the eye when Steve sat bolt upright in bed, but daylight was starting to break over the horizon so it had to have been a few hours later.

“Sss’evie?” Eddie slurred, barely conscious. He turned and tried to blink through his haze but he could barely see straight. “S’wrong?”

“Something’s coming.” Steve whispered, almost to himself before his entire body locked up, tensing as if ready to pounce. 

In the next second he’d darted over Eddie, bracketing him with his body, hovering with big yellow eyes.

“Stevie?” Eddie stared up at him a little wide eyed and a lot awake. He didn't get a response. "Baby?"

Then the world started to shake.

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[aokoaoi]

Hi love I was wondering if you could please do a Shuri x black! fem!reader where the reader is jealous of riri but Shuri just reassured her with lots of fluff I’m so sorry if this is a bad idea but thank you for reading!!

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pairings : shuri x fem!reader.

" i don't care how long it takes,

as long as im with you ive got

a smile on my face. "

Your attention the whole day was on Shuri and that african-american girl she apparently saved. She hadn't even spent an hour with you this day because of how she clung onto 'Riri' the whole time.

How upsetting.

Yeah, yeah, Shuri had to protect the girl. But was she that into protecting the girl to the point she can't even spike up a conversation with you anymore? You were practically being taunted by their echoing laughter inside the laugh.

God you almost wanted to tear off your ears from its place.

It's not like that girl isn't capable of protecting herself after all. She has the brains to protect herself. She even created a whole Walmart version of Iron Man(no offense) for goodness sakes.

You rolled your eyes with a scoff when you hear Riri laughing at something Shuri says, tearing your eyes away from them. Okoye, who was standing beside you the whole time only looks at you unamused.

"This is a whole new side of you, (name)." She perks up. You peaked a glance at her direction, puffing out your cheeks childishly. At least someone still wanted to talk to you.

"I don't get what you mean."

Okoye gave you her usual taunting look, acting as of she was oblivious as well. "You're normally a laid back type of girl, but today.. You're scoffing, rolling your eyes, muttering and huffing alot." Okoye states.

You scoffed, waving your hand dismissively. "It's nothing."

"You just did it again."

"Did what?"

"Scoff."

"I don't scoff."

"You do, and you just did."

"It's a habit."

"Right.." Okoye hums, not believing every word you're saying. She looked at the direction the Queen and Riri was, raising her brows at the scene, and then back at your sulking aura.

"Oh my.. is the tough, cool, laid back (name) jealous?" Okoye taunts, a big grin etching on her pretty face. Her spear remains next to her as she leaned closer to your face, watching as your reaction looked as if you were mortified.

"Jealous?! God, no. Ew." You hurriedly refused, shaking your head at the atrocious idea. You and jealous dont go well at all.

Okoye only looks at you dumbfoundedly with her brow still raised, her expressions practically screaming 'yeah right' in a taunting way.

"Seeing new versions of you is certainly entertaining." Okoye states, only getting on your nerves even more now. You irked at her, and suddenly the air was hot.

"I'm glad you think I'm entertaining."

"Oh no, not you. just the other personalities that we rarely see."

You let out a frustrated sigh. Okoye snickered at your frustration, leaning on the counter behind her. "You don't have to hide yourself, (name). Almost everyone on the Dora Milaje practically knows your feelings for the Queen."

"What feelings? Were just friends."

The general scoffs at that, shaking her head at you stubbornness. "Yeah, you've got somethings to figure out, huh? Goodluck on that." She snarked, spinning her spear before taking her leave, leaving you standing alone dumbfoundedly.

What was she on about? There was certainly nothing going on between you and the Queen. If something were, you're sure you would have just jumped off a cliff. You'd rather bring your feelings to the grave than make a literal embarrassment out of yourself.

Your gaze then went back to Shuri and Riri, seeing how they were still talking and certainly looked like they weren't stopping anytime soon. You blew raspberries, grabbing your own spear that laid on the white counter and walked away. Away from the sight of those two together.

It was almost dark out and Shuri haven't been able to talk to you yet. It seemed like you were avoiding her for some reason. Had she done something wrong? You looked upset when she came to greet you a hello earlier.

Okoye practically makes a face as the Queen continued to harshly drag a pencil on the table.

"Is something bothering you, Shuri?"

The said girl nods her head hurriedly at that, immediately dropping the pencil with a loud sound. "(name)'s been avoiding me, and she looks upset whenever I go near her. I saw that you two were talking with eachother earlier, so I assume you know." Shuri rambles.

Okoyes brows raised, surprised at the fast pace of speaking. "..Yes, the girl is upset.. and yes, we were talking earlier.. and yeah.. I do know why she's acting that way—"

"Why?"

Okoye hummed unsurely. Should she just say? If she does, you'd probably come storming towards her with your spear, looking like an angry bull ready to pounce.

"Well.."

"Well?" Shuri imitates, impatient.

"She was upset about how you weren't talking to her anymore. And by upset, I mean jealous." The general spills. Shuri pauses for a moment, letting the woman's words in her sink in.

"She's jealous? That doesn't sound like her."

"That's what I said as well. She doesn't like how you've been with Riri more often, that's all I know. I've said too much." The general mutters the last part, disappointed that she couldn't keep your small secret to herself for even a single day.

"...are you sure we're talking about the same person..?" Shuri questioned. Whatever the general was talking about didn't sound like you at all. What happened to the cool, laidback (name)?

"Yes. She said it to me herself, even I was surprised. But you didn't hear this from me, okay?" Okoye hissed, giving the queen an fierce 'understand me?' Look.

The Queen nods, unsure of what to do. But now, she has to try and find you to confront you about what you were upset with. Or shall she say, jealous.

Shuri finally finds you in the gardens, seeing you just standing over the flowers with the most bored look she's ever seen. She might be very tired right now, but she could've sworn she heard you talking to the soft colored petals.

"Hi."

You swiftly stood up, a surprised look on your face at the sudden sound of a familiar voice. "Shuri? Hi!" You greeted at an unnecessarily loud volume. Yes, you were in fact talking to the flowers. If the Queen heard you, you might as well just drop down on the ground right now.

"I noticed you've been ignoring me." And at the Queen's words, your mood drastically changed. You looked at her blankly, as if remembering her actions earlier.

"Oh yeah."

Shuri slightly tilts her head at that, unsure of what to say. "..so, is that a yes about you ignoring me..?"

"Yeah."

The Queen was amused by your straight-forwardness. She let's a smug and amused grin show on her face, looking at you up and down. "Okoye told me why."

"She did?," You perked up, and the as if a light switch just flicked inside you, you realized what she said. "She what?!" You incredulously yelled. Shuri chuckles at your shock, noticing you slowly begun to feel an embarrassed furiousity.

"I've got to say, jealousy somehow doesn't fit you, but it is amusing." The Queen states, watching as you looked at her in annoyance.

"If you're here to pick on me, then I'm gonna go take my leave." You huffed, gripping on your spear with annoyance. Shuri stops you from walking away, looking at you apologetically.

"I'm just kidding around. Please don't leave, I'm not here to pick on you." She pleads. You hummed, pleased by her change of persona.

"Go on."

"I get why you're jealous, and I'm sorry. But I promise you, I won't do that shit ever again. You're the only one for me, (name)."

"You make it sound like we're together." You mentioned, completely unserious of the situation. Shuri looks at you, confused. "We aren't?" She questioned, raising a brow.

Your whole body stopped momentarily, letting her words sink into your thick skull. "What's that supposed to mean..?" You hissed, flustered. Shuri let's a coy smile form on her face.

"I'm saying I like you."

Your jaw dropped slightly, not believing your ears. The Queen of Wakanda, is out here, confessing her feelings for you like it's nothing.

Shuri steps closer to you, looming over your slightly shorter form. "You don't have to respond to my confession now, I completely understand, but I just wanted you to know about my feelings."

"I'll understand if you don't reciprocate my feelings, but im done pretending like my feelings for you don't exist. I like you, (name), not her. Not Riri. I wouldn't dare replace you with her after all the things we've been through together."

You felt like the air in your lungs had been knocked out. Shuri had just spilled her feelings out for you and you could barely react. You were speechless, you didn't know how to react.

You can't even figure out your own feelings yet, how do you respond.

Seeing your pressured expressions, Shuri gives you a reassuring look, grabbing your attention once again by holding your hand with her own. "You can think about it, 'kay?"

You only stood still. Shuri let's go of your hand, although she was disappointed, she couldn't force yourself to respond to her sudden confession. She turns around, beginning to walk away.

You wanted to reach out to her hand when she began walking away from you. You wanted to hold her hand and tell her your feelings as well. You wanted to tell her you like her.

But you can't.

yet.

idfk how the hell this turned into Shuri confessing instead of fluff wtf😭 also no hate directed to riri<3

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[ifthiswingscouldfly]

How they act around their crush?

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Napoleon Bonaparte

Act like a hero in front of his crush.

Uses all his charisma around his crush.

Can be a teaser too.

He usually show off his muscles to impress his crush.

And this always work.

Protective and genuine.

Have no shame towards his feelings for you.

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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

When he have a crush on someone nothing really changes.

He act the same around them especially if one of the suitors are around.

But expect him to be more soft when you both are alone.

Like he will try to reassure you and have his sweet talk with you.

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Leonardo Da Vinci

There's A LOT of teasing about you kissing him.

Some of his jokes goes to the fact the you really like him.

Also he is going to show off his skills.

He will fix things that doesn't really need to be fixed just to impress you.

Will throw a horny joke just to make you a blushing mess.

It is so frustrating to be around him when he is crushing on you.

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Arthur Conan Doyle

Throws so much compliments towards their crush.

Always talking about how wonderful you are.

Have no shame to talk about how he feel when he is around his crush.

Probably he is the one that would get drunk and sing how much he love you under your balcony.

Can be a dick sometimes causing you problems including himself too.

Love to tease omg.

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Vincent Van Gogh

Baby sunflower boy is so shy and indecisive around his crush.

He would try to pick up his courage to hang out with her.

Will send her letters with sebastian telling her he want to spend time with her.

Very obliging and genuine around his crush.

He is ready to throw himself at her feet if she needed help.

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Theodorus Van Gogh

Omg he is meaner around his crush.

Like not the mean Theo in the normal situation but the meaner.

Would talk to Arthur about how much he like her.

And Arthur would tease him.

The only way he show that he care is when he give you advice.

Like he would say "work hard hondje!".

Also you'll know if he like you if you ask Arthur, he wouldn't hesitate telling you.

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Dazai Osamu

It's complicated to know if he likes you or not.

But at this point he can send mixed signals.

You'll probably find him a good listener when you're talking so he can know what you like or dislike exactly.

He always have a story to tell and he know how to keep you entertained for a while unless you were curious about him and his past he will ignore your curiosity so he don't open up.

One of the dumbest suitors when it comes to his own feelings.

Can't face the fact the he really did like you.

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Isaac Newton

He isn't the one to fall in love from the first sight.

Shy around his crush and he would try to make a space between both of you.

You'll find him staring at you from a distance.

Wouldn't take the first step obviously, that's why he need an extroverted girl.

He would invite you to star gazing with him.

While doing that he would listen carefully to every word that come out your mouth so he can analyze them later by himself.

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Jean D'arc

This man is shy too.

Would hide his feelings and bottle them up.

He wouldn't hate being around you but the main problem is warning you.

Yeah he will warn you that he is a monster and he would talk badly about himself.

Need someone who is kind and patient to reach him.

Protective when it comes to you.

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William Shakespeare

When he have a crush on someone oh God here we go again.

Would make excuses to be around them.

He will stalk his crush knowing every movement she make and who is the people she is dealing with.

Would invite her to dinner after collecting A LOT of information about her.

And she would be surprised about how much he guessed her favorite stuff, of course he knew because he was stalking her.

Seriously he is afraid of being close to her and being far away from her, but when she realized he cares about her.

She can reassure him that it is okay if they're together.

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Le Comte De Saint Germain

Okay he is very friendly with everyone so when he have a crush on someone it might be difficult to know.

He would act more cold and serious around her.

His feelings or mask will fall off the moment he sense there's a danger around his crush.

Protective and obliging towards his crush.

He is good when it comes to mind games but if his crush isn't the type for mind games he would be straight forward.

Will ask her if it is okay to spend more time with him.

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Sebastian/ Akihiko satou

He is caring in general.

But when it comes to him having a crush on a girl it is a different story.

He is still acting secretive and mysterious around his crush.

Would take her on a date but is it a real date? She'll never know.

Ask her politely if it is okay to spend time with each other.

He is really into slow burn relationships and prefer them because he can get to know the other partner on a slow realistic level.

Can't be honest with his feelings and would never show them to anyone especially his crush.

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Vlad

When he have a crush on someone they will never know.

A lot of eye contact with their crush.

You wouldn't realize he is into you.

Same as comte he is into mind games.

If his crush is an innocent girl she wouldn't realize he is having a crush on her.

Would give her flowers and here's the game.

He is sending messages with flowers.

It is kind of interesting how he make you solve a puzzle using only flowers.

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Charles Henri-Sanson

He can't really realize whether it is just a crush or he have a real feelings for her.

Can be really desperate for attention.

But not in a bad way, you need just to teach him what is the difference between love and like.

Being with Charles is a full time job.

He love to touch you and give you all he have but all of this because of the fact that he need someone to love him for who he is.

After teaching him what a healthy relationship and boundaries is you'll find him realizing his own feelings.

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Johann Georg Faust

He is cold and sadistic in general.

Dealing with his feelings isn't his job.

He prefer to keep everything for himself.

You wouldn't really know if he have a crush on you.

But in fact he would say some creepy lines like "you have a beautiful skeleton", "your flesh smell amazing".

Probably he will creep his crush out.

Reaching deep down he is feeling a sweet and warm sensation in his heart.

Looking at his crush he know now what is the reason behind that sweet sensation.

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Post date: 3/9/2022

Day: Saturday

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can't even give this a title 💀💀 it's just a self-indulgent crack premise taken slightly seriously. blame any possible oocness on the fact that i was laughing my ass off the whole time i wrote this

summary - (twirls hair with disgust) so there's this one savanaclaw npc... word count - 1k+ warnings - the tweels (affectionate) tagging - @thehollowwriter enjoy this absolute ridiculousness with me

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“Gentlemen,” declares Azul, propping his elbows on his desk, “we may have a problem.”

Jade tilts his head. “Oh? Whatever could it be?”

“Sounds drastic,” drawls Floyd, not meaning it at all.

Azul huffs. “You can make that judgment for yourself.” He gestures with a flourish of his hand. “Chrysos, if you would provide us with your report.”

“Right.” Chrysos softly clears his throat. “First, the perpetrator—Darren Ursus, a bear beastman from Savanaclaw, class 1-D number 2. A member of the Spelldrive Club. Normally, once Crewel’s class lets out, he goes straight to leave—however, recently he has been hanging around until the absolute last possible minute; additionally, I have noticed him actively trying to encounter the TA when he believes no one is looking. He seems to be attempting to impress Wei.” 

His composed look cracks with a barely-hidden grimace. 

“...Yesterday, I teamed up with Hunt to temporarily leave my club activities and observe Ursus. It appears that this matter is starting to reach a head; Wei had been invited to sit on Spelldrive Club practice that day.” 

By this point, Jade is staring at him with unabashed interest and Floyd has sat up as rigidly as a pole.

“Most curious indeed,” Jade murmurs, despite sounding like he already knew.

Azul closes his eyes, muttering something under his breath. “Quite.”

Floyd makes a face. “So this guy’s still at his whole obviously showing off to Yu. Isn’t that already worthy of a squeeze? ‘Cause his stuff is not gonna be reciprocated. Like, at all.”

Chrysos nods solemnly in silent agreement.

“Aren’t you a bit biased, Floyd?” Azul wonders. “After all, you did give Yu that scale from your earring recently…”

“That’s exactly why,” grumbles Floyd. “Yu hasn’t stopped wearing it since. Y’gotta be some kind of idiot to not notice that.”

“Floyd has a point,” Jade says, pressing a hand to his chest. “Additionally, I have witnessed Yu expressing no interest if not outright discomfort at advances from others. It is easy to assume this instance would be the same. Therefore…”

“...for everyone’s peace of mind, we should do something about it,” finishes Chrysos, earning himself a nod of approval from Jade.

Azul hums to himself, thinking. “It also just occurred to me that this Darren figure asked a favor of me recently and has yet to pay up… In that case, we should—as they say—’kill two birds with one stone.’”

“So we’re all down?” asks Floyd, tapping his lanky fingers against the back of the couch.

“Naturally.” Azul waves a hand. “Jade, Floyd, Chrysos—go ahead and do whatever you’d like with Mr. Ursus. Just make sure to keep it ‘discreet,’ as usual.”

Twin moray grins and a closed smirk flash back at him.

…

The next day, Chrysos finds them chatting together after school outside the alchemy lab. Darren is leaning against a wall with his bulky arms crossed, looking down at Yu, a scene right out of some kind of visual novel.

“...so, anyway, I was thinking. D’you wanna stop by Savanaclaw? There are some questions on today’s homework I need help with.”

Yu does a poor job of hiding his discomfort. “Oh, uh… I think it’d be better if you asked Professor Crewel for help.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Yuhua. If I could speak with you for a moment?”

Yu and Darren both look over at the sound of Chrysos’ voice. The relief in Yu’s expression and posture is palpable.

“Of course,” he says, immediately rushing forward to leave the situation before hesitating. He turns around to look back at Darren. “Um, sorry. We can talk about this later?”

Darren looks considerably miffed. “Y…Yeah, sure,” he forces out.

“Great! Thanks.”

The only time Chrysos has personally seen Yu flee any faster is in the middle of a crisis. 

They turn their backs on Darren and start walking away. Chrysos doesn’t have to look to know that Jade and Floyd have taken their cue.

“So, what did you want to talk with me about?” asks Yu.

He isn’t dropping his mask, so Chrysos eases into it. “That student,” he states simply. 

“What about him?” Another careful dodge.

Everything, Chrysos wants to say, but settles for, “He’s been bothering you, hasn’t he.”

Finally, Yu seems to open up a bit. “Well, I don’t want to say that, but…”

It’s a bit of a pointless argument when Chrysos already overheard Yu angrily ranting to Davis the other day. Especially when he knows Yu was purposely making sure he was eavesdropping.

“It’s too obvious. You should tell him you’re being courted,” Chrysos recommends. 

“I’m kind of too scared to say that to his face,” Yu mutters. His expression brightens all of a sudden, though. “Good thing he let slip pretty early on that he’s afraid of you guys. Work smarter, not harder, right?”

At that exact moment, a low, nervous growl comes from behind them. They both look over their shoulders to see the Leech twins towering over Darren. 

Jade clasps his hands together, mentioning something about debts, while Floyd laughs gleefully.

Chrysos allows himself a smile. “Indeed. I believe this could be considered a win-win situation.”

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(BONUS:

Davis is lounging by the waterfall with a book when Darren comes trudging in. They’ve had enough small interactions to be only vaguely hostile acquaintances at this point. But, granted, Davis has also heard a lot about this guy.

“What happened?” he asks, because it’s technically an upperclassman’s duty to check on the freshmen. 

A deep, dissatisfied rumble comes from Darren’s chest. “Don’t ask,” he says through a clenched jaw, storming off to his room.

Ruggie whistles from his spot nearby. “Sounds like trouble in paradise.”

“If what I’ve heard means anything, it’s not much of a paradise,” replies Davis dryly. 

“True.” Ruggie snickers. “He’ll get over it.”

Davis raises his eyebrows and turns to look in the direction Darren left. He thinks about Yu, his choice of friends, and the weird air of excitement around the twins earlier that day. “Yeah. Not that he has much of a choice.”)

#kai's writing #twst #twst oc #chrysos pendentif #yuusona #davis jayme #<- only at the end #not tagging everyone lmfao #floyu <3 #shitpost #dawg this is so fucking stupid i love it #yu knows that chrysos knows that yu knows (is basically how this happens) #oh and i should say the npc isnt twisted from anything at all he just exists #wow. the 'kai simps for an npc' to 'yu ends up in an otome situation' pipeline #next up is the poor scarabia student

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Reflect what you are, pt 2

Abed Nadir/Autistic f!Reader. In love and at a loss, Abed turns to self professed woman-expert Jeff Winger for advice with mixed results. Part 1 Rated: pg Warnings: casual ableism, casual sexism, autistic stereotypes, reference to the The Big Bang Theory. If I’ve missed anything, let me know. This fic hasn’t been BETA’d. As a disclaimer, I’ll say upfront that the reader insert’s experiences with and outward signs of autism are based on my own. It’s always impossible to write a reader insert neutrally enough to be projected onto by everyone and I think that’s especially true when portraying a disability that is at once so specific and so varied.  ——–

“...I think I’m in love.”

“Really.” Jeff didn’t look up from his phone.

Abed wasn’t sure why he’d picked Jeff as the right person to talk to. Perhaps it was just because Jeff had lingered in the study room after their last session, leaving them alone in the room, and if Abed didn’t tell someone, anyone, he might literally explode. “Yes. Definitely. I show all the classic signs.”

Jeff didn’t respond. Had his sarcastic, disinterested tone been more pointed than usual? It was hard to tell.

“Did you already know I’m in love?”

“With what’s-her-name, your new study buddy?” Jeff gave Abed a look. “Uh, yeah. I’m pretty sure everyone knows.”

“Oh.” Abed tapped his pen against the table and thought this over. “Do I talk about her a lot?”

“Not really, but we know you. It’s pretty suspicious if you take an interest in anyone who isn’t a fictional character.” Jeff put his phone down and leaned his elbows on the table. “Does this mean you’ve finally come to me for dating advice? It’s about time.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t need advice...”

Jeff’s eyes narrowed. “Because women throw themselves at you, for some reason.” He sounded resentful. “Yeah, I remember.”

“And usually I don’t really care either way.” Perhaps this wasn’t the best approach if he wanted Jeff’s help, but it was the truth. “I mean, the attention is nice, but it’s not important.”

“Well, if you’re ‘in love’” (here, Jeff made so many air quotes he threatened to sprain a finger) “that’s a whole different story.”

“Yeah. I’d be pretty upset if she didn’t like me back.”

“I’m sure. So what have you tried so far?”

“Hm.” What had he tried? Shockingly little, now that he came to think about it. “I’ve talked to her a little. We’re working on a project together for class. Oh, and yesterday I threatened to beat a guy up for disrespecting her.”

There was a long pause. “See, this is why you should come to me for inspiration instead of turning to the movies.”

“Yeah, but it was warranted. He’s a bully.”

“Yeah, but still. I never figured you’d go for the caveman approach.”

Abed shrugged. “I don’t really have an approach.”

“Yeah, we established that. So what’s this girl like?”

“I think she’s autistic.”

Jeff’s eyes widened and his mouth seemed to twitch. He didn’t make a face, but it seemed to take him some effort not to make a face. What was he trying to hide? Surprise? A lack of surprise? Amusement? Ridicule? Probably not envy, but what did Jeff know?

“Abed, that’s not a very nice way to sum up a person. We taught you better than that.”

Abed had it on pretty good authority that Jeff had pointed him out to strangers as ‘the robot’ and ‘just don’t call him Sheldon’ several times just this month, but for some reason, people tended to get uncomfortable if the spade joined in and also started calling itself a spade.

“Okay, this is clearly a sensitive issue for you. If I tell you she’s also beautiful and funny and attentive and kind and clever and beautiful, does that make you feel better?”

“That’s a pretty long list.” Jeff smiled. “Beautiful made it in twice, huh?”

It was a fair summary as far as Abed was concerned, repetition included, but Jeff needed to be brought down a peg or two.“I thought that would reassure you.”

Jeff stopped smiling. “Whatever. So if you care so much about her supposed personality, what do you guys actually have in common? Apart from, you know. The A word.”

“I’m not sure. We both pay attention in class, so we already have some similar interests.”

“Okay, so get her talking about those. Women love it when you pretend to care about their dumb opinions.”

Abed was very much convinced that this was not an uniquely female trait and he knew that if he chose to make a rebuttal, Jeff himself would make for an excellent exhibit A. But Jeff depended on his 90’s stand up comedian understanding of gender roles and it would be unfair to take that comfort away from him. Instead, he chose diplomacy. “If she has dumb opinions, I’ll lose interest. Even if she’s beautiful twice.”

“Yeah, you’re weird like that.”

“But I get shy around her, and I’m not used to being shy. I try to plan our conversations in advance, but then when I talk to her I forget everything I was going to say... And I don’t want to pretend to be someone else.”

“You’re overthinking this. Just go up to her and talk, ask more questions than you give answers and if she smiles and laughs at your jokes...” Jeff thought about it, then shook his head. “Huh. Yeah, I see the problem. You still can’t really read anyone. Even I can’t read you and I’m a master manipulator who’s known you for years. If she’s like you...” He seemed at a loss for words. “Don’t you have, like, a secret language or something? Bleep, bloop, Star Trek good?”

How should Abed know? It wasn’t like he’d been ushered into a secret society or subscribed to the local autism mailing list. Maybe there actually was a club and he just hadn’t been invited - that would be a fun, ironic twist. “Not one I know of.” The trekkie accusation he filed away for a later argument.

“Alright. So, when she’s happy or annoyed or on the rag, can you even tell?”

“I think so.”

Abed worried that Jeff misinterpreted the reason for his interest. He couldn’t tell if Jeff wanted to over or under emphasise the autism part, but he could tell Jeff didn’t get it. Sure, it was exciting to meet someone who functioned the way he did, but not because he expected or even wanted you to be a copy of himself. He wasn’t looking for the comedy staple where the weirdo, slash robot, slash dog’s love interest was played by the same actor, slash costume, slash dog in a wig or a pink bow. He was just as desperate to explore all your differences as your possible similarities, and the disability thing was just a small part of that. And he’d underplayed the “beautiful” part, but your mind really was not the only thing he wanted to explore. After all, you’d already turned his head months before he’d realised what you shared.

It dawned on Abed that he really would be just as excited to talk to you if the topics you chose made no sense to him - whatever you said would interest him, simply because you were the one talking. And if he ever accidentally tuned you out, he’d be happy just to watch your lips move.

How could he even begin to explain all of this? Or any of it? If Jeff had ever felt the same way, he would never admit to it.

“She emotes a lot.” By Abed’s standards, anyway. “I don’t think most people can really tell she’s autistic.”

“Why are you so fixated on this?”

“Well, in this case, I mean I think she’s more of a people person than I am. She blends in better than I do and that would take a lot of practice.” He paused. “I never really made friends before I got to Greendale, but...”

“You’re worried you might have some competition?”

Abed shook his head. If anything, competition would be reassuring. But why? “I don’t want her to like me because she has no other option. I want her to choose me.” If that was true, why did admitting it make his stomach feel so cold? Abed swallowed and voiced a fear he hadn’t even been conscious of before. “I’m worried I might be too weird for her.”

Now Jeff made a face even Abed could recognise, if only because he’d seen it so often over the years. It was a face of pained, awkward pity.

Abed was seriously starting to regret being so honest, especially with someone who clearly still expected him to be more ashamed of himself than he really was.  

But Jeff surprised him and his expression changed gradually into a less familiar smile. “Yeah... I think we all feel like that sometimes. I mean, not me, obviously.” Abed nodded and Jeff continued. “I hate to be a cliché, but if you absolutely have to be in love, I really think you should just try to be yourself. If she doesn’t like you, it’s better you rip the band-aid off quickly.” He reached out as if to give Abed a pat on the shoulder but seemed to think better of it and let his hand fall. “Who knows, she might like you better for being a bit weird - I know I get sick of hanging out with normal people all the time. Whatever that means.”

Abed nodded. Especially the band-aid argument appealed to him. Right now he felt that if he didn’t either get to touch you or let go of this obsession within the week, he’d just wither up and die. Wow. He might actually have to resort to a weekend of 80’s rom coms, either to look for inspiration for some big dramatic gesture of his own, or to do what most people probably did when they watched rom coms - daydream about his own crush and imagine you and him up there on the screen instead, kissing and holding on to each other for dear life while the music swelled and the rain pored.  This was so much worse than he’d thought.

#abed nadir #abed nadir x reader #abed nadir imagines #abed nadir imagine #community #community fanfiction #my fics #abed nadir fanfic #still can't promise I'll finish or even continue this fic because I'm usually swamped these days #but since this part was practically finished I figured I'd dust it off and post it