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mysticmunson · 9 months

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bewitched: s.h. x f!r

summary: on his graduation trip in london, steve is apart from robin for the day when he runs into you at a coffee shop. after one conversation, you agree to spend your last day in london together, and you both become bewitched.

based on bewitched by laufey

an: hi everyone! i reposted this from earlier, but this fic was so fun for me and i hope you enjoy! please let me know your thoughts and give that magnificent song a listen :) (not proof read)

The clinking of dishes filled the London coffee bar as businessmen on their breaks stopped for small sandwiches wrapped in wax paper squares, a red logo printed across them.

Emotional bribery came as two roundtrip tickets across the pond for Steve’s graduation present, taking Robin with him as they took the two weeks off from work. The silver credit card with his name on it covered most expenses, but the steaming tea was paid for with crumpled dollars from the tip jar of Family Video.

Taking a glance up from the book in his hands, he spotted you turning around from the cashier, looking around at an empty spot. The only spare seat was the one before him, a black metal one that wasn’t the most comfortable, but it seemed this place wasn’t for long-term moments.

“Hey.” Steve cleared his throat, earning your attention, gesturing in front of him.

With a smile you approached with your warm cup and coordinating plate, letting it touch the glass table, taking the opposing spot. The sleeves to his yellow jumper were pushed to his elbows, resting them as the paperback balanced one of them.

“Thank you,” You greeted, pulling the back of your brown sweater down, straightening up, “I’m Y/N.”

“I’m Steve,” He introduced, the tips of his nails trailing against the rim of the small plate, “what brings you here?”

Black tea in your mouth, you swallowed it despite the burn, grabbing a small packet of sugar. Flicking it back and forth, you ripped the white paper, dumping the containments inside.

“A friend of mine has family here, had an extra ticket,” You explained, stirring your drink into a swirl, “you?”

“Graduation gift.” He quipped, internally wincing at how pretentious that could sound, but you only nodded, “I brought a friend too.”

Knitted blue yarn made up your sweater paired with a white skirt and black tights paired with black flats that began to peel near the sole. Ripples crafted in the spoon you blew on, tasting the now sweeter drink.

“Looks like we’re two halves of a similar story,” You mused, the silverware touching your plate in an unpleasant noise, quickly moving it to the napkin beside it, “what long are you staying?”

An awkward slurp came from his mouth as he finished his cup, cheeks growing pink as he set it down, anxiously wiping his clean mouth with the back of his hand. His right white Reebok bounced beneath the table, running his spare hand against his jean-clad thigh.

Foreign jitters rattled inside his chest, tightening as you smiled at him once more. Dates had slowed down since high school, fumbling with the ladies more often than not, but the feeling of pleasant uneasiness was one he hadn’t felt in a long time.

It felt foolish as you had been before him for only a minute, tucking your ankle behind your other and taking in your surroundings. He had been doing the same until you approached, he didn’t think to look at anything else.

“We’ve been here for four days, we leave in three. My best friend, Robin, had been with me every day, but had something today.” He waved off, “You?”

Black lashes fluttered before reaching his gaze, “I’m ending my week, today is my last day, but my friend also had something today.”

Irony dripping from your words, Steve grinned, “If it’s at Covent Garden too, I might lose it.”

Mouth covered in amusement, he gaped, “No way, is your friend there too? Some record store event?”

You confirmed, head bobbing as Steve sunk back in his chair in shock. It felt like filling a glass up to the brim, it would’ve been fine lower, but it’s always a pleasant experience to get the extra taste.

“What’s your friend's name?” Steve questioned, resting his chin on his hand.

Tables had cleared beside you as the lunch break period concluded, but you remained in front of him. Processing that they were clean, it didn’t dawn on you that you could readily rest beside the window as you hoped. The boy with hazel eyes had taken your attention with an iron grip, melting into the hold.

“Rodney,” You began as Steve felt his heart hit his gut, too sure that it had to be a boyfriend, “I’m not his type, don’t worry.”

The obscure bashfulness flooded him again, yet your look was not full of taunting, but rather warmth. Air turned colder outside, scarves joining the getup of many, however, Steve realized that if he stood close enough to you, he might not even need his.

“I doubt that.” Steve hummed, shuffling through his stack of dusty King Steve remarks, ones he hated to recall, but was desperate to continue the conversation.

“Oh no,” Taking the turn to be flustered, he watched you pick the corner of the square napkin, “Believe me, not his type at all.”

Initial disbelief dissipated as he picked the context clues he often gave when describing his own best friend.

“Robin, my best friend,” Steve began, watching the faintest bit of complex emotions on your face, “I’m not her type either.”

A grin crawled onto your face slowly as Steve held eye contact, both of you erupting into giggles at the pure absurdity of the scenario at hand.

Panic that had become all too familiar punched him in the gut, knowing this had been too perfect to be true. That suddenly a man twice his size and twice as attractive would come out, carrying you off into the busy streets of London while he watched your blue sweater become a speck.

A similar slurp sounded from your mouth as your tea ran dry, moving the cup to the edge of the table. Steve prepared for the departure, hand on the small book as he braced himself for rejection.

Taking a glance out the door, he watched an older man gift a woman yellow tulips, pleased as she smelled them and held the bouquet close to her chest. Mundane as it may be, he took it as a kick, that maybe it’s worth trying to keep it going if rejection lurks anyways.

“Forgive me if I’m being too forward,” He joked with sincerity, “I don’t have anything going on today, would you want to hang out? Walk around for a bit?”

Teeth pulled in the inner skin of your bottom lip, repressing the overdramatic response you urged to give, “I’d love to, Steve.”

Holding open the black door, you both left the coffee shop to rejoin humanity, met with the smell of cigarettes and the smoke of construction. He expected a sour look, yet you only beamed brighter amongst the chaos, like a flower growing between cracks in a sidewalk.

“Have you been to any museums?” You asked, walking with a hand on the top of your purse that hung around your shoulder.

Shaking his head with a straight mouth, you gawked with a smack to the arm, electrifying his restricted chest. It bounced to his stomach and then to his throat, coughing away the slight itch.

“We could go to the National Gallery, they have some iconic pieces,” You explained, though your excitement backpedaled when glancing over, “Or we could, um, do something else too! I’m flexible.”

The confirmation that you were nervous too aided his cause, shaking his head, “I’d love to, let’s go.”

Footsteps trekked down the sidewalks of Soho, yours walking in tandem to the boy beside you, who took the spot closest to the road. Brown curls fell in front of his eyes, his fingers running through the thick locks.

Steve’s feet fumbled as a woman stormed past, a grimace on her face as she forced his body against yours.

Before the apology could form, you scoffed, making a quip about how she must be in a rush. He agreed, rolling his eyes as he heard a man shout at the woman, both of you turning to see her knocking over a man’s newspaper.

Proceeding forward, Steve mocked the face of the guy who seemed too up in arms about fallen paper while you attempted to sympathize with them both.

“She was probably having a bad day and he wasn’t expecting it!” You rationalized, amusement evident as you both turned the sharp corner.

“She probably was, but I’m sure a man who sounds like Mr. Bean yelling isn’t helping!” He jested, a rupture of laughter aiding his blooming confidence.

The large white pillars at the top of the stairs came into eyesight, a large red banner listing a current exhibit in white font. Seemingly unconsciously, he watched as you sped up, picking up his pace to watch as you got your ticket.

Service must have been high quality as he was hoping to pay for your ticket, but the woman had already given you a small white ticket.

Signaling him over, Steve walked over to you confused as you handed him a pass, walking towards the first room.

“Hey, let me pay you back!” He insisted, examining to see if there was a price, but you shrugged.

“It’s free, bud.” You smirked as you both walked between two security guards in black sunglasses.

“Oh, I knew that.” He confirmed falsely, making you look at him skeptically.

The first portion was filled with classical paintings, mostly with natural elements like water and grass. Ranges of ages stood behind the small black wire a few inches from the floor to observe.

Museums hadn’t been Steve’s thing, finding most in Indiana fairly boring and the ones his parents dragged him to were even more insufferable.

Though, between the large walls in the new city, he noticed the strokes of a paintbrush older than most buildings. The smudges of oil paint that blended into other colors on top of canvas secured in extravagant frames.

“I like this one,” Steve began as you joined his side, the strangers beside him having wandered off, “reminds me of my sweater.”

“A Van Gogh fan?” You inquired, following as he began to read the information card in the corner.

“Vase with Fifteen Sunflowers by Vincent van Gogh,” He concluded, eyebrows lifting at the discovery that it had been around 100 years since the paint dried, “Guess I am a fan.”

“It’s incredible,” Glancing at his yellow jumper that matched the work before you, you scolded your heart for wondering what you could stare at longer, knowing it probably was the one made in this century.

“I really liked seeing his one over here,” You guided, the boy on your trail, “it’s simple, but it just does something for me.”

The face of a woman was designed in dim colors, her face covered in hesitance, titled The Peasant Woman.

A few steps back, Steve looked at the shades of brown above the woman’s head, appreciating the intricacies of such a simple work. Yet, he found himself much more intrigued by the curve of your nose and plush of your cheeks.

The self-guided tour continued, most in silence as you took turns reading the occasional description. The stroll was brisk as he struggled to keep up with you, not because he couldn’t be quick on his feet, but because he liked to look at you and could get away with it if he was farther back.

“If you want to slow down, let me know,” You announced when standing in front of Monet’s The Water-Lily Pond, “I just don’t read all the cards, I like to think what it could possibly be then only check if I really want to know.”

“I’m okay,” He assured, flexing his hand after the urge to touch your arm came, “I do think this is a pond though.”

Joke landing, you chuckled, continuing on to the next floor. His eyes caught an abstract painting of shades of blue, making out a boat on the water with no firm lines. A sunset burned in the back, searing into the open sky in contrast to the calm water.

“He’s so cute.”

Steve felt his gut jump, fixating on the emotionally ambiguous artwork instead of the reality at hand. Fearing your new discovery, it dawned on him how art could affect him.

Boats on the water never moved him, but he saw a reflection of his mood in it now.

Finally turning, he noticed you affectionately looking at the gentleman on the bench with a sketch pad in hand. Likely in his 70s, he formed the portrait of Venus and Mars ahead of him, hands shaking as he balanced the spiraled book on his knee.

Soothing his dreary headspace, his lip twitched at the sight, marveling that someone with such talent sat without recognition. It seemed cruel that no one had his pictures on the walls, gawking at the straight lines done by hand or the blending of charcoal.

Yet, as Steve saw your face, he realized that if anyone looked at him that way, he would sit on wooden benches without a known name for years.

“He is.” Steve agreed, scratching the back of his neck, the other man pushing his glasses up his nose to get a better look.

The beauty of the gallery captivated you both, but half of your brains focused on the other, watching as the other absorbed another masterpiece.

Between the 18th century section, Steve’s hand brushed against yours, initially coy until you trailed yours against his. Taking a leap of faith, he held your hand in his, his heartbeat plunging through his wrist against yours.

Walking down the staircases, fingers interlaced as you whispered about the passing artwork.

You learned he was from Hawkins, Indiana. An only child who graduated last year, but postponed the trip after his old job burned down, where he also met his best friend, Robin. He has a few friends, some of who are freshmen that he befriended after dating one of their older sisters. (You could see his visible panic at the mention, so you brought up a past boyfriend of yours whose sister you kept up with.)

Sounds of children leaving school filled the tight roads as you walked hand in hand with no end in mind. The back of Steve’s socks began to slip, but he barely noticed until a blister began, popping into a convenience store.

Sat on the grass in a park, Steve unlaced his shoes to put the band-aid on, the only bandages left being purple and pink ones. Struggling to turn his lifted foot in his denim, he huffed, a stray piece of hair whipping up.

“Here.” You chuckled, grabbing the small plastic wrapper and opening it. Crumbles of wax paper sat on top of your purse, focused on putting the sticker right over his reddened skin.

Far from pure, Steve still felt his ears warm at the benevolent touch as you pressed down to secure it in place. Thanks were whispered under his breath, pulling his socks up and tying the laces.

“I used to work at this camp and kids got hurt all the time,” You laid back, resting on the clean grass, “It was never anything too bad, but I bought the character ones with Mickey Mouse or He-Man on them. I carried them on me forever, but I gave my last one away a few days ago when I saw a mom and her screaming toddler.”

Back resting beside you, the fabric covering your shoulders touched, Steve looked at the gloomy London sky.

Such weather used to agitate him, wishing it were sunny enough to wear a shirt or shorts, but the past few days made him enjoy the lack of sweat when walking and relaxing outside.

“What character was it?” He asked, looking over at you who met his eyes.

“It was Jeannie from the I Dream of Jeannie cartoon, they were on sale.” You muttered, preparing for the groan that came from boys when discussing the supposed girl’s cartoon.

What you didn’t expect was his mouth to hang open, scoffing, “And I didn’t get one? That sucks!”

Noting your pleasantly surprised expression, he added, “So, I didn’t have siblings growing up, but I had cousins. The one closest to my age is Riley, she’s two years older than me, and when we were young, she loved that show. So much, that she made me watch it constantly.”

A hollow feeling resonated in his chest at the memory coming into view, his face directed toward the sky, “She understood when my parents would argue and shit, so she’d put it on really loud so I wouldn’t hear… Sorry that was a bit much, it’s a cool cartoon!”

“Don’t apologize, Steve, not for being open with people.” You smiled, not moving your stare at his face. With little space between the two of you, you noticed the array of freckles on his nose and cheeks, some lighter than others.

The tips of his lashes touched them when he closed his eyes, scrunching together when his nose twitched which was rosy from the biting cool air.

Peering over at you, he shifted to his side, not caring if any dirt ended up on his white shoes. Mimicking his stance, you propped up beside him, stunned at just how many things had to happen for you to end up here.

“I almost went to the coffee shop up the street.” You revealed, plucking the longer strands poking from the ground, twisting them.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” He disclosed, “I don’t want to sound crazy, but I really like you.”

Blood rushing to your cheeks, you initially tried fighting back your joy, weighing your burden of a plane tomorrow before it. Nevertheless, his bronze iris’ made you feel dizzy, hoping the sun would never set.

“I like you too, Steve, but I leave tomorrow.”

Already handed this information, it still sunk in his gut that you had to get on that plane tomorrow, that it wouldn’t magically be rescheduled to the day he left or you’d show up in Hawkins.

Life passed Steve by for as long as he had experienced it, focusing on getting through or ignoring the things too big to be processed with ease, something he couldn’t do anymore.

“I know, but please, give me tonight.” He pleaded, “We can call out friends and say we’ll be back whenever and just spend the rest of the time roaming. I just don’t-”

Your answer was shown with your lips on his, tasting the free mints given to you at the cafe and chapstick. Hand cupping your cheek, he deepened the affection, withholding the urge to explore at the recollection you were in public.

Parting ways, you looked at him shyly before standing up, reaching out a hand to help him up. Grabbing your bags and each other's hand, you ventured onward. Steve moved to your left side to be closer to the traffic once you reached the main sidewalk.

“Want something to eat? We could stop by the shopping area down this way.” You suggested, feeling the curling of your tummy after a few hours of walking. Or the nerves you succumbed to around Steve. You weren’t sure.

Thoughts coinciding, you headed down the brick lane, the wind tickling your ears. You wondered if the passing strangers assumed you were in a relationship, a piece of you aching at how nice it would be to begin again.

Steve held an analogous notion, considering what his life would be like if he lived in a city where no one knew him or his parents. How they wouldn’t know King Steve and his plethora of mistakes that lived within the walls of his high school.

Maybe he belonged somewhere he wouldn’t have even fathomed, smelling the perfumes crafted in petite bottles exclusively in the town or pastries those in Hawkins would never know.

Past hours led him into imagining you in his life, and that if you ran the other way, he wouldn’t forget a second. Each holiday or celebration, he would wonder what the girl in the coffee shop was doing as he stared out his family's window, reality over his shoulder in the crowded living room.

Warm air surrounded you both as you entered the small deli, an elderly woman preparing paninis that smelled too delicious. Humming in delight, you both examined the menu, picking out which ones you preferred.

“Ham and cheese for you and the gentleman with two bottles of water.”

You both got the same thing.

Steve made sure to grab his wallet before you could, hands occupied with sandwiches to reach in your purse. He ignored your protest, handing the woman a few pounds, and putting the rest in the small tip jar accented with ribbon.

“Steve!” You whined as the door shut, the faint ring of the front bell behind you, “You didn’t have to.”

He grinned cheekily, grabbing his sandwich from your hand in order to hold it in his left and your hand in his right. “I know.”

Thankfully, the area was close to a field, choosing to sit against the damp grass, watching children play in front of you with traffic existing to your rear.

The first bite made you both look at each other, knowing that this was heavenly and a great decision. The bread was fluffy while the cheese was stringy, complemented by the flavorful pork inside. Due to hunger, you sat in silence for a few minutes, watching two little boys attempt to climb a tree.

“I really hope they don’t fall.” Steve mentioned as the boy’s shoes slipped down the bark, close enough to the ground not to hurt.

Nodding, you watched as the one on the branch yelled to the one on the ground, seemingly frustrated with his inabilities.

“I couldn’t climb trees,” You recalled, “could you?”

“Yeah, I was pretty athletic, and did a lot of sports to get out of the house.” He thought, knowing he realized that much later, “I still work out sometimes, but nothing like I used to.”

“I used to go outside with chalk all the time. I can’t draw for shit, but it was fun.” You disclosed, memories of pink powder covering your elbows and jeans, usually getting a scolding from your parents for a mess that would come out in the wash. “My parents could afford for me to do a sport a year, but by the time it came to do it, I overheard my parents stressing about swim camp. The next morning, I told them I completely lost interest, asking for sketchbooks instead to keep me busy in summer.”

Aware of his privilege, there were still small things Steve never thought about. That the small sum of a camp was a large amount for others. It sounds ignorant in his head, but he recalls Robin mentioning how she and her mom would split sandwiches when going out when growing up.

Sensing the discomfort he tried to hide, you nudged him, “I can draw a mean stick figure though and I eventually learned how to swim.”

He laughed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. He felt word vomit bubbling up, seeing your kind expression chopping away at his guarded exterior.

He wished he had a diary that he could let you read, and find every aspect of himself he loved, hated, and felt neutral about. Just so he could ask if you still like him. The thought terrified him, the answer, but also that he even contemplated it.

Bird noises came from the kids in the park, screeching as the one jumped from the branch and onto the brown and green leaves beneath him. The crunch matched your bites, filling your ears as you savored the moment.

“Do you like kids?” You asked, watching as the boys ran to see a girl sitting with dolls, her growling at their attempt to touch their sparkly dresses with their dirty fingers.

Scoffing, “Yeah, they seemingly are pulled to me. I have a few munchkins I watch after back at home.”

“I like kids too, I used to babysit,” You trailed off, a thought creeping in, “I don’t know if I want kids of my own though because I’d really want to be a good mom. I wouldn’t want them to ever have any doubts that I was there for them, you know?”

A shatter blasted through Steve’s chest, “Yeah, I have this dream that I have, like, six kids. But sometimes, I think about if I’d really be a good dad or not. I like to think I couldn’t be worse than my own, he mainly threw money my way and went off to work. But then I think about having a kid that's my own blood, it’s happy and sad.”

The words spewing from his loose lips had never been uttered to another, yet you agreed, letting your leg brush his as they outstretched on the ground. He looked to see your meek smile, an empathetic one, yet your eyes read a rawness he didn’t see often.

“My parents paid for this trip, but I’ve tried using my own money for everything I’ve done since I got here. They gave me this credit card, but didn’t come to my graduation.” He sighed, “But that sounds ridiculous because money is important! I have a nice house and clothes-”

“It doesn’t buy parenthood or happiness though, Steve.” You concluded for him, watching him try to explain his sentiment, but you knew.

When you saw Steve, you didn’t see a spoiled rich boy. Truly you weren’t sure exactly what you saw. You knew he had hazel eyes and chestnut hair, gentle hands with a ring on his index finger, soft lips, and a pink bandaid on the back of his ankle.

His lips greeted yours soon after, a gentle peck that felt intimate, like two lovers who knew each other's bodies like the back of their hand and their souls like it was embedded on their own. It made your cheeks hot.

“Yeah, I want my kids to know I love them and how to make a mean stick figure.” He joked, making you chuckle, taking the final bite of your panini.

Standing to throw away your trash, Steve joined you, taking your hand and swinging it. The nearby bus stop had a few people beside it as the red vehicle approached and stopped.

Reaching to his bag, he grabbed his wallet where two bus passes were placed in a folder. Neither of you cared to check where it was exactly going, walking up to the second level and sitting as the engine kicked into gear.

Trees and street lights blurred as you drove along the route, the sun beginning to set into a beautiful orange and blue mesh. Steve’s arm was slung across your frame, resting your head on his shoulder.

“We should just stay here forever.” Steve teased, but too foolish to immediately agree if you had said yes. That he would run the credit card dry and work every moment to make sure you were taken care of.

“We should,” You sighed, seeing the faint outline of your breath in the chill air, “but I would miss my cat.”

Laughing, he rubbed your bicep, looking around at the scenery. Big Ben was in sight, pointing at the building in awe as the clock's black hands ticked on.

Days and nights in the London air made your heart swell, eyes burning in unshed tears as you were reminded of the ticking clock.

A jolting stop signaled you both off, walking into the busy alleys as strangers conversated after a long day of work.

“What do you want to do? Work wise.” You asked, looking at the men in business casual clothes, drinking a Guinness with their sleeves rolled to their elbows.

Shrugging, he bit the inside of his lip briefly, “I don’t know. I’m trying to figure it out.”

“How exciting.” You responded, his face dropping at his initial thought that you were ridiculing him, but he saw your warm smile. “Not knowing can be exciting, I mean it, you have so many options that you haven’t even heard of.”

Ears turning pink, he ran his fingers through his hair, “I guess so, thanks. What about you?”

“Figuring it out.” You quipped, fingers skimming over his knuckle, “Oh, we should probably call our friends. Do you know the number to your hotel?”

The red phone booth could only fit one person as you went first, spinning the dial as you held the scribbled-down numbers. Steve fished out the hotel's business card with Robin’s handwriting on the back, the room number, and the phone number.

He heard your boisterous laugh through the thick glass, catching your glance when you turned towards him with a smile, soon placing the phone back up.

Steve took his turn, holding the plastic phone to his ear as the dial tone rang. The receiver picked up, immediately speaking.

“Hello?”

“Rob, it’s Steve.”

“Oh, shit Harrington! Where are you? Did you get lost-” She began listing off, mind going to the worst as she untied her shoes in their room.

Groaning, “What, no! I’m fine- I’m great. I’m not going to be back till early morning though-”

A whine filled the speaker as Robin’s foot hit the ground, loud enough to be picked up, “You’re getting laid and I’m not? I thought Europe was progressive or some shit-”

“I’m not getting laid!” Steve gritted, making sure you weren’t overhearing the conversation. He caught you speaking to the florist on the street, smelling the lilies and roses they had picked.

“So you’re just hanging out outside?” Robin squinted, though alone with no one to witness, but Steve knew her well enough to read her expression through tone.

“No! No, I met someone-”

“Always meeting someone, never meeting a job-”

“Robin!”

“I’m just messing with you! Sheesh, anyways, who is it?”

“I met her in a coffee shop this morning and we just hit it off. She leaves tomorrow morning and we’re going to walk around through the night… I really like her Robin, I haven’t felt this way since Nance.”

“Oh, wow,” Robin sighed, knowing the emotional rollercoaster her friend experienced, “I’m happy for you, just be safe, call me if anything happens.”

The duo joked around more often than not, but she knew he didn’t open up to everyone. So if he felt strongly and even admitted it, it was a big deal.

“Will do. Love you, dude. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Stepping out from the stuffy box, he wrinkled his nose at the cold air, approaching you as you paid for two flowers. Practically skipping towards him, you put one behind his ear, a white daisy, with an identical one behind yours.

“You’re so beautiful, Steve Harrington.” You muttered, looking at him so lovingly that he wanted to curl in a ball.

“And you’re ethereal.” He smiled, cupping your cheeks in his hands, kissing your forehead as you laughed, “What?”

“You so got that from the word of the day thing in the newspaper.” You accused, knowing the local paper had that in large print, making Steve huff playfully.

“It must have known I was meeting you.” He saved himself, smirking as he watched you become bashful.

Pushing his chest, you looked down, “Sap.”

Wandering brought you to the riverside, a gathering happening of people dancing to jazz music the performers played. The sound of the saxophone made your feet tingle, heading toward the strangers.

It had been the weekly performance for the band, a jar with pounds inside that you both added to.

Neither of you were classically trained dancer, but the upbeat rhythm of Beyond The Sea was infectious, making him spin you around. Steve sang in a theatrical manner, recalling the days his grandfather would turn on a Bobby Darin record when he taught him cards.

A few songs zoomed by, one of you knowing a tune the other didn’t, joyfully ignoring the ache in your shoes as the moon came into full view.

A chilling D cord signaled from the group for a song, finally, you both knew. The other pairs grew closer as they swayed back and forth, but you and Steve stayed frozen as We’ll Meet Again began.

It felt too cinematic, as the lyrics of a crooning voice simmered into your consciousness, the kind eyes you knew only briefly left you hypnotized.

Nearly stumbling, you rested your cheek on Steve’s chest, hands around his neck as his went around your waist. He leaned his head against your hair, indulging in the scent of your perfume.

Words could be spoken in vain, stories of how you both could meet up and live together forever somewhere. The future was unwritten, however, no promises could be made to soothe your aching hearts.

The band thanked the crowd before cleaning up, both of you continuing on to the journey ahead. The song had left you both speechless, not an easy feat for him, and the stars assisted the illumination of your skin.

“What time is your flight?” Steve inquired, his watch showing it was already past 3 in the morning.

“It’s at 7:30, I’ll need to get there by 5:30.” You respond glumly, “My friend is bringing my bags though, so we can head straight there- If you wanted to go all the way there with me?”

An L shape going to his chin, he stroked his imaginary beard as he hummed, bumping into your arm. You scoffed, pushing his body away, laughter bubbling between the two of you.

A stone-covered bridge came before you, wandering over and stopping to watch the fish below. Steve looked at your profile in the moonlight and wished he had a photograph, giving him an idea for later.

“Are you scared of planes?” He queried, his own memory of Robin hyperventilating for the first hour of the flight replaying in his mind.

“I’m neutral, I’ve flown a few times before, but I’m not super comfortable.” You revealed, “What about you?”

“Same here. I used to hate them because it meant my dad was on a business trip that I’d be dragged along to, but now I can do it for funner reasons.”

Nodding, a smirk formed on your face, “I don’t think funner is a word, gorgeous.”

Ignoring the pet name that made him flustered, he pouted, pushing away from the edge to walk forward.

“It is to me!” He argued as you caught up with him, though he grabbed your hand within seconds.

The area was now familiar as he and Robin had wandered these streets on their first day, excited to be in a new place for the first time.

A few strangers wandered the roads, a cigarette lit between their lips as they trotted. Though, Steve had his sights set on the building at the corner of the two roads, a photo booth there.

Before you could question his motive, he dragged you in, squeezing onto the plastic seat, the bright light overhead. Popping a euro in, he paid for two film strips.

“Okay, what are we doing?” He asked, looking at you hopefully, the first photo accidentally going off, “Shit!”

Through giggles, you pulled him closer to look at the camera with wide grins, then a silly one. For the last one, he didn’t ask or follow your lead, he grabbed your warm cheeks and kissed you.

The final click was ignored as he continued to move his lips against yours, your nose slightly cold against the frigid air. Breathless, he pulled away, forehead against yours for a beat.

Returning outside the curtain, you each got your film strips, smiling at them in your grasp. The film shined under the streetlights, a glossy finish on the paper, placing it carefully in your purse.

With his hand in yours, you continued on, the wind whistling through tree branches and against thin window panes. The roads twisted and turned, passing by restaurants whose lights had been out for hours.

“I really enjoy spending time with you.” You mumbled, resting your head against his arm, “I wish I didn’t have to leave-”

“Hey, c’mon, don’t think about that right now. We have a few hours left.” He consoled, though sadness dripped from his words as he felt the same dread.

“I’m going to write you a letter, but you can’t open it until I leave tomorrow.” You announced, shuffling through your purse, ripping two pages from your small notebook, and grabbing a pen.

“I want to do one too.” Steve added, taking a sheet and your spare pen.

Taking a seat at a nearby bar, you sat at different tables outside, covering your words with your forearm despite the distance. Occasional playful sneers were thrown each other's way before smiling.

Both of you resisted the urge to tear it open, seeing what the other truly thought. Part of him doubted you fell for him, convincing him he’d hear the painful words that it was bullshit. Part of you doubted he fell for you, another boy taking your feelings and crushing them.

Folding them neatly, you exchanged your messages, leaving a lip gloss-covered kiss on yours. Your eyes locked as you stood still, letters in each pocket, it seemed like a trance. It was broken by the speeding of a yellow cab, swinging the turn like the cops were after him.

“We should probably call a cab,” Steve suggested, looking at his time as it taunted both of you, approaching the side of the building near a payphone, “I have some coins if you need-”

Glossy lips touched his slightly chapped ones, molding against one another in bliss as you ignored his words, back bumping against the brick wall.

Not the most abrupt, the quiet of the night made you bolder, knowing that even if someone was around, they were likely wandering or going straight home. They didn’t know you and they didn’t know Steve, you were just two strangers kissing under the dark sky.

His hands went around your waist, pulling you closer with a grunt, hand covering a portion of your bottom. His gorgeous locks were soon woven in between your fingers, feeling how soft they were. His teeth caught your plush lips in a whimper, gasping when he pulled away.

“Fiesty.” He teased, making you whine, dropping your head onto his shoulder. Remembering his hands were on your ass, he pulled away, reaching for the red door to call the taxi.

The operator sent him forward, looking back at the street name and the building you were in front of. The man’s gruff voice was hard to understand, practically smelling the cigarette smoke through the speaker.

“Trying to get rid of me.” You sighed as he walked out, arms opening and engulfing you despite your quick wit.

Arms around one another, you stood in the sounds of your accompanying breath, hearing his heartbeat through his sweater.

“Are you cold?” He worried, rubbing your arms lovingly as the stillness of your bodies made the temperature settle.

“I’m okay, don’t let go.” You mumbled against his chest, feeling vibrations of his stifled laugh.

A taxi whipped around the tight corner, bright lights shining in your faces. He relinquished his hold to open the door, hand meeting the small of your back to guide you inside to sit.

The London lights blurred together as you rested your head on his shoulder, secretly inhaling his scent and hoping you’ll be able to remember it.

Shapes in various sizes were drawn against the skin on your knee with his fingers, cheek pressed against your hair.

“God, I hope he remembered everything.” You sighed with humor, but also worried your friend would forget any essentials. Thankfully, you planned on spending most of the day out so your bag was pretty much packed.

“I hope he doesn’t, make you stuck here longer.” He smirked, squeezing your thigh.

The sound of the wet pavement froze as you entered the drop of section, people bustling towards the front doors of the airport filled with exhaustion and stress.

Steve unbuckled and opened the door for you, paying the driver before you could.

Mouth open to complain, he yanked you forward to kiss your lips, hands around your waist as yours went behind his neck.

Over dramatic and much more public than either of you typically preferred, there was nothing that could remove your lips from one another. Except Rodney.

“Dude!” A high pitched male voice let out as another taxi driver tossed the luggage onto the ground, a skinny man standing on the sidewalk with messed up hair.

Your frame left Steve’s grasp as you went to the baby blue suitcase on the ground, sitting it upright.

“About time, bitch!” The boy snapped, but there was familiarity behind it, “Ugh, girl, that was the worst car I’ve ever been in, smelled like piss- Wait who’s the cutie?” His voice dropped lower to avoid lingering ears at the last comment.

Scratching the back of his neck at the compliment, Steve let you introduce him, “Rodney, this is Steve, Steve this is my best friend, Rodney.”

“Hi.” He chuckled, “Sorry I stole her for the last night of your trip.”

“No, no, I see why she stayed.” Rodney smiled, nudging you who was more bashful than Steve had seen, “It’s nice to meet you, Steve. I’ll go ahead and get in line so you guys can say bye.”

Rodney walked off with all the baggage, a pep in his step despite the sun having yet to make an appearance.

Steve finally ripped his attention from the boy walking inside to you who looked to the road, tears already coating your eyes, “Hey, don’t cry, it’s okay.”

With a laugh, you subconsciously rubbed your nose, “I don’t know why I’m-“

“Oh no, trust me, I probably will cry too.” He eased your distress, embracing you in a final hug.

Each grip was tighter than the last for your hugs, this one nearly mending each body together. A peck left on the warmth of his neck, you lifted your head for a last kiss, his eagerness at an all-time high.

When your lips stopped moving, it took a moment to pull away as neither of you wanted to. A burning sensation reached your throat and behind your eyes, toes curling within your knitted socks.

“As cheesy as this may sound, I’ll never forget you, Steve. I’ll see you again- Unless you don’t want me to-“

“Don’t even finish that sentence because I am one bad decision away from hopping on that plane with you.” He quipped, leaning back enough to see your face.

“I’ll see you?” You murmured, not caring how stereotypical it sounded.

In romance movies, you’d groan at the common tear-jerking goodbyes, but as you stood in the midst of an airport goodbye, you understood. You got why they’d run back to the lover’s arms and never leave. You knew if you ran into Steve’s arms again, you’d never leave.

“Not if I see you first.” He mustered, kissing your forehead before revoking his arms from you, already burning with desire to reattach.

As the cotton fabric left your touch, you smiled at him through tears, turning on your heels and into the clear doors.

In the flurry of people, you turned around, waving at the boy who was right where you left him, and if you squint hard enough, you think you could still see your heart in his hands.

Steve waited until you joined Rodney, watching as the boy gave you a hug with a soothing hand on your back. Swallowing the influx of emotions, he walked away with lead-filled shoes, utilizing every ounce of self-control to keep going.

The tube station nearby ran to Piccadilly Circus, close enough to walk to his hotel from there. Securing a white stub, he found a seat on the nearly empty cart, a crunch sounding from his pocket.

Quickly taking the note covered in lip gloss out, he traced his thumb over the way you wrote his name. As the engine began, he unfolded the thin paper, taking a soothing breath.

Dear Steve,

Right now, you’re sitting at a metal table at a closed bar and I don’t think anyone’s looked more beautiful. My gut is dropping to my toes in fear that you don’t feel as strongly, but I think you do, that hasn’t happened to me before.

I’m not the best with words, but I love your hair and eyes and sweater and shoes and pink bandaid on your ankle. You’re incredibly kind and smart and memorable. You’ve given me more joy in these few hours than I’ve had in months.

I hope to see you again soon, gorgeous, I need to teach you how to draw one badass stick figure. My phone number and address are on the back of the paper, but don’t stalk me. Or do, I think you’d make your presence known anyways.

Love, Y/N.

The sounds around him went mute as he felt the unfamiliar sting of tears, something he never let himself embrace. But the words made his heart soar high enough to punch his nose, setting his emotions ablaze.

Meanwhile, you sat in the window seat on a full plane, Rodney already dozing off beside you as reached steady enough air to relinquish mandatory seat belts.

Your hand finally reached your bag, holding the paper from your own notebook that was covered in writing belonging to the boy at the cafe.

Dear Y/N,

I didn’t have any idea how this trip would go, but I’m glad you showed up at that coffee shop instead of the one down the road.

To start, you’re fucking beautiful. A kind of beautiful where even if you didn’t speak a word to me this morning, I would’ve talked Robin’s ear off about you all day anyways.

You’re so nice, like so nice it gives me cavities. (Just kidding, perfectly healthy teeth- That was very stupid, sorry) And you are so gentle and caring, I want to spend more and more time seeing it because even when you weren’t looking at me, I felt my cheeks getting red.

I hope I don’t sound too dumb when I say this, but you made me feel very happy. I hadn’t felt a need to spend so much time with one person in a very long time, to open up to someone like I did today. But it felt natural, like anything else would’ve been a crime.

My grandpa loved this Frank Sinatra song called Bewitched, I don’t remember the words, but I know the feelings when I thought of someone caring for me that way and I heard it as we danced a few hours ago. You’ve bewitched me.

My address and phone number are on the back, I just really hope you can read my terrible handwriting.

You mean a lot to me.

<3,

Steve.

“Honey, you okay?” Rodney whispered, watching your wet cheeks be wiped away with a napkin.

Nodding, you folded the note and put it in your purse, “I’m okay, Rod,” You sniffled, staring at your shoes that had reminisced of dirt from the grasses and sidewalks you strolled.

“I think I could be a witch.” You declared with an elbow to his bicep, his snort was subtle as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. You longed for Steve’s.

“Hey,” You alerted the boy to your right, “Want to go to Indiana?”

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icarlyspanishsubtitles · 2 months

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oh my good lookin boy 🧿

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warnings: this is probably my most fluffiest and saddest writes, insecurity, mentions of ed kind of, cursing, angst.

i had been slogging through work the entire day on my computer. emails, and phone calls, and emails. it wasn’t horribly miserable, cause my boyfriend was over on the bed streaming.

as much as i sound like a shitty girlfriend, i really don’t pay attention much to him while he streams. i was in the middle of responding to an email, when a sudden dono caught my attention in one of the worst ways.

“why bro built like that?”

not just myself, but i’m pretty sure almost anyone watching the stream was taken back by the sudden shit message. i could hear my boyfriends tone immediately change, even when he tried to mask it as he hated getting emotional anywhere, but especially on the internet live.

“like what? like uh what’s the uhm, what’s the problem?”

at that moment, my heart honestly was hurting so badly. if we hadn’t been so huge in privacy, i would’ve gone up to him in a heartbeat. i knew i couldn’t but hearing him, one of the most genuinely sweet people in all of existence, asking what was the issue that this asshole had with him, made me feel horrible.

the stream ended about an hour or maybe two later, i almost in a millisecond went up to alex slowly creeping to the side of his chair. i put my hand behind his head, playing with the hair his beanie hadn’t covered up. his eyes closed a little leaning into my hand, taking it and kissing it lightly before putting it back into his healthy head of hair.. which i’m honestly jealous of.

“need something?”

he murmured quietly still trying to edit, but was too in love with my touch.

“nah, just wanted to uh, spend a little time with you.”

he definitely wasn’t going to refuse the offer. i was too scared to bring up the comment, hoping he forgot about it. he smiled softly as i sat in his chair almost on his lap, putting my head on his shoulder as i was observing him.

“did i ever tell you how handsome you are?”

i see him laugh a little, his face flushing the tiniest amount as he runs his hand up and down my arm gently. he kisses the side of my head, whispering

“your sweet.”

two days pass as alex is getting changed, he is going to stream with his qsmp friends, which they have been planning for a while. he puts on his shirt, tilting his head in the mirror as he tries to pull the sleeves down and cover more of himself.

i immediately knew this behavior, feeling myself get sad seeing him so insecure. he sighs, putting on his sweater, coming out the bathroom. he walks around the room in an attempt to find his phone, when i speak up.

“absolutely not.”

he looks at me confused, breaking a little smile as his eyebrows furrow, a laugh coming out from him as he speaks.

“absolutely not, what?”

i raise my eyebrows, almost pointing to his sweater with my eyes. is this kid dumb? he picks up the message still confused. i then speak to him a little bit gentler.

“babe, my love, honey, the love of my life. it’s fucking 89 degrees outside, and your wearing a sweater? absolutely not.”

he rolls his eyes with a little smirk on his face. he goes onto the bed sitting next to me.

“mi amor, we’re going to be inside literally the whole time, i mean we might go out for food, but that’s it.”

i then turn over facing him completely with my body, accidentally frowning a little bit. he immediately notices the little sad expression on my face.

“did the sweater thing upset you that much? cause didn’t kno-“

i stop him before he can finish his sentence, shushing him. he gets the memo, a little laugh escaping his mouth before he conceals it. i then ask him, as nicely as i could.

“you okay?”

he’s a little surprised by the sudden ask if he was alright. he nods, his expression still completely curious.

“yeahhh?.. why?”

i didn’t want to tell him yet, i was scared he would get defensive or something, even though i know he wouldn’t but the thought lingers in my mind.

“just checking.”

he smiles softly, kissing me gently but sweetly as his hand goes to the side of my neck, his thumb caressing the side. i then pull away,

“your gonna be late.”

his eyes widen and he looks at the time on his phone.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!”

he goes to grab his shoes, almost falling on his face. he picks them up, including his beanie before rushing out. two seconds later he comes back in, still running but slows down as he comes to my bed. he leans down kissing my lips in a peck.

“love you.”

he then rushes out, once again as i snicker a little bit to myself. but behind that laugh, was anxiety for what really was going on with him.

the next day tina and me were on the phone as i was standing in the kitchen, she’s literally my best friend i swear. alex was currently in the shower, as i laughed to her words about everything going on with her.

“oh by the way, how was the stream? i was busy with work and shit so i didn’t have time to watch it.”

i ask her, while leaning my arms down on the counter.

“oh it was gooodd. usual stream, we all went out to lunch after, we’ll us except for your boyfriend. he got bored of us i guess.”

tina mumbles jokingly. i then thought to myself a little bit and realized, quackity said he ate there… why would he lie about that?

he comes out of the shower later, where he sneaks up behind me putting his arm around my waist, while his his face rests near my neck. i sigh to myself, him siting up his head a little.

“everything good baby?”

i then lead him to the couch, looking at him directly as i take his hand. i try to calm myself before i say anything.

“when is the last time you ate?”

he turns to me, he knows he’s been caught but he just covers it with a slight laugh, a fake laugh.

“baby, i ate with the group remember? and uh todayyy.. i don’t really eat in the mornings, you know that.”

i believed the second part, but i knew he didn’t eat with our friends. i sigh looking at him, us now having intense eye contact.

“alexis. don’t lie to me.”

he bites his lip a little looking at his phone, his voice starts cracking a little bit, as he tries his absolute best to talk.

“i… fuck- i just.. i don’t know why, but lately don’t like the way my body looks.. i’m around guys like fucking foolish, who are tall and masculine and just..are better than me.. i mean i’ve been insecure in like high-school, and it just came back.”

i look at him with a look of pure absolute sadness and love for him. i can’t believe that an amazing guy like him, would ever think such stupid things about himself.

i grasp him into my arms, while his arms go around me. i kiss his head, and i hear him sniffling a little bit, i wasn’t going to say anything because i knew then he would hide his emotions again.

my hands go to the sides of his face as i lean him up, i talk to him the sweetest i can trying to be soft spoken.

“baby..you are truly the most handsome guy in the world..i don’t want a 6’3 guy who has a fucking 8 pack or whatever… i made a commitment to you, because i love you for who you are..not what you think you should be..”

he closed his eyes a little bit, his shaky breaths going into my neck. i feel little tears but i of course just keep quiet.

“i love you, i’m so fucking..i’m so sorry..”

he whispers very sheepishly, his voice a little raspy and gentle.

“you have no reason to be sorry, and i love so much, honestly too much alex..”

i say as a laugh stays in my throat, he breathes out a little bit of relief, as he traces my arm. after we were calmed, he holds my face.

“maybe we could do a cooking stream..like old times..”

i smile brightly at the idea kissing him gently. i lean away slighting, mumbling as my eyes look up to his.

“that sounds like a great plan”

hiiii! this took a lot longer than i thought it would so my dearest apologizes. also sorry for two angry writes in a row, i have one planned and i swear it’s pure fluff. love you guys! also remember you are amazing for who you are, and all bodies are beautiful.

#quackity x reader #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader #quackity #quackity fanfic #domestic fluff #qsmp x reader #x reader #fluff #fanfic

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Kelly meeting R at a bar by complimenting her tattoo then the next day sees that she’s Ben’s younger sister and has come to help out with the making of the zoo, Kelly gives her the tour and run down and she’s so shy and nervous while R is bold. At the end of the tour she asks her out💪🏽 Then Ben is like wtf I liked Kelly and y/n is like, you know she’s a lesbian right? then points out the plaid and rolled pants and sleeves etc

The Zookeeper

Pairing: Kelly Foster x Reader

Summary: Ben failed to mention his younger sister was in town to help out with the zoo.

Fluff?? | No Warnings | 0.9K

AC: 100 years later and I’m finally writing this request!! I hope you enjoy it!

"A beer, thank you" Kelly smiled at the bartender while you sat slightly further down the bar, sipping on a cold beer while you waited for your older brother, Ben, to come pick you up. You were in town for a short while, a few months at the most just to help him out with the zoo he brought.

You smirked softly to yourself when you noticed the woman with short blonde hair stealing glances at you or more so your tattoo. A detailed tattoo of a Sumatran tiger that covers most of your right arm. You loved animals and were extremely surprised when you heard that Ben had brought a zoo, for a while you teased him about it not thinking it was real until he had asked for your help that is.

"That's a killer tattoo" the woman shyly sat on the stool beside you, "Thank you" you looked to her and smiled before sipping your beer once again. "Do you mind if I sit here?" the blonde asked, "no, go for it" you replied with a smile. The blonde's eyes sparkled in the poor lights of the bar, somehow the brown turtleneck sweater made her cheeks look full with a blush of red to them, she was cute there was no denying that.

"Are you new around here? I've, uh, never seen you around" she asked bringing the beer to her lips. You nodded, "Yeah, I'm in town for a while. My brother just brought a zoo for god knows why and now he needs my help" the unnamed woman placed her beer on the bar and turned slightly more towards you, "You're Ben's sister?" she asked.

"You know Ben?"

"Yeah, I'm Kelly Foster" she went to shake your hand, "I'm the zookeeper" she adds. "Ahh, you're Kelly" you smirked and shook her hand, "Ben has told me a bit about you and the others. I'm sorry you have to work for my dumbass brother" you added with a chuckle. "He's sweet, I mean, he doesn't have single idea on how to manage a zoo but we work it out" Kelly chuckled, "Don't worry, we all told him it was a bad idea" you added.

The two of you took a sip of your beers, "You wouldn't have an idea on where he is, would you? I arrived like 2 hours ago and I've been calling the house but got no answer" you playfully rolled your eyes, "Oh, I'd be happy to give you a lift back to the homestead, I could even give you the grand tour" Kelly smiled as she nervously looked into your eyes. "That would be great, thank you"

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"And this is Buster" Kelly smiled when closing out the tour of the zoo at Busters enclosure. The bear sat peacefully asleep without a care in the world. "He seems fun" you chuckled, "he got out last week and got his way into town, he's a handful" Kelly's reply made your eyes widen, "he didn't –"

"Oh no, he didn't hurt anybody, thank god" Kelly chuckled at the look on your face. "Can I pat him?" you asked watching her face drop, "he's a bear, he will shred you into a million pieces" Kelly stressed with worry in her eyes causing you to break into a laughter, "Oh you're an arse" she playfully shoved you.

"You should've seen the look on your face"

Kelly shook her head before the two of you started to walk towards the main house. "Thanks for giving me a lift and showing me around, I'll be sure to put a good word in with the boss for you" you smiled softly, "more like he needs a good word in with me" Kelly replied. "Don't worry, Ben will be fine one he knows what he's doing he pulls his all into anything he does" you assured the blonde.

"Oh yeah, all jokes aside he's great" Kelly stopped in her tracks, "uhm, this is going to sound completely strange, and you can say no, but would you like to grab dinner and a drink on Friday?" she asked with a nervous smile, her cheeks glowing with a red color.

"Are you asking me out on a date Kelly Foster?"

Kelly licked her lips and nodded, "I think I am"

"I think I could make it" you smirked.

"Sweet, uhm, I'll pick you up around 7pm?"

"I look forward to it and thank you again for today"

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After dinner and the family reunion, the kids went off to bed, you sat down with Ben to go over the work that needed to be done on the property. "What's go you so flustered?" Ben asked looking up at you as you read through some of the paperwork. "What? I'm not flustered" you slightly frowned, "Oh come on, I'm your brother. I haven't seen you like this for years. Who's the lucky woman?" he asked wiggling his brows at you.

"If you really must know, it's Kelly"

"Wait…short blonde, works for me, has green eyes and an adorable smile, Kelly?" Ben dropped his pen, you raised a brow and nodded. "Yep, we're having dinner on Friday"

"No, no, you can't" Ben frowned.

"Why not?" you asked.

"Because…" he paused for a moment, "I like her"

"Oh Benny" you chuckled at your older brother, "you know she's a lesbian, right?"

"I doubt that, she's been flirting with me since I brought this place" he said with high confidence. "Alright, so the plaid and rolled pants and sleeves didn't give it away for you?" you smirked. Ben's eye drifted into the distance as it suddenly all made sense to him. "Oh" he looked back at you, "how did I miss that?" He asked. "She's beautiful, easy to miss but I'm sorry big bro, this ones mine" you winked before returning your attention to the paperwork in front of you leaving Ben to ponder on his endless thoughts.

#kelly foster #kelly foster x reader #scarlett johansson #fanfiction #we bought a zoo

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firefly--bright · 2 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧!

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern smau.

⁀➷ episode one ; pilot !

➷ episode soundtrack.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

➷ Sunday, 12:12 p.m.

"-and the commute was just too much. I'd have to get up at, like, five just so I could reach campus on time, you know, and most days- most days I couldn't go back home after working at Smith's for so long, so I just ended up crashing at my ex's place, or sometimes at my best friends place." you say, your hands articulating your point, gesturing in the air as you sat on a couch chair that really had no job being this comfortable.

you smile nervously at your hosts. they seemed nice enough, you suppose, but you felt like they were seizing you up, like an animal up for adoption, trying to weigh all of the pros and cons of living with you.

the one on the far right of the couch - you think his name is Connie, you're not sure - has his forearms leaning on his knees, observing your every move, every blink with a slight squint in his usually large eyes. the one in the middle - had you seen him somewhere? - was doing the exact opposite of his room mate. his back was supported by the back of the couch, sitting himself as comfortably as he could, arms crossed over his chest. he had a blank look on his face and you noticed his jaw clenching and unclenching while you spoke. his eyes didn't leave you. from the moment you had stepped into the apartment with a small box of donuts from your shift at the café, he had not stopped looking at you. you were sure he probably didn't have eyelids because you hadn't seen him blink even once.

the only person that provides you any sort of comfort was the one sitting next to him, wearing a light brown sweater that covered his arms up till his elbows, the sleeves bunched up. he smiled gently at you, nodding at your ten minute long rant and if you knew more about him then maybe you'd assume that he was trying to calm you down.

"that sounds tiring," he says. you wave your hand infront of your face with a shrug and a smile. "it wasn't that bad until the start of this semester with the workload and stuff," you say.

the other two hadn't said anything. honestly, it would've been better if it were just you and marco talking, that way you would've been considerably less nervous.

the one on the far right took a breath, finally speaking up. "can you cook?" he asks. that's the first time you heard his voice, and it's a little surprising, but not as much as his question.

"Connie-" marco starts, but Connie jumps to his own defence. "what? she should be able to take care of herself!"

the one in the middle - you assumed he was jean - rolled his eyes. "we all know that's not why you're asking." he mutters, but it's loud enough for everyone to hear. "is that really all you think of me?" Connie retorts, putting a hand on his chest. marco raises his hands placatingly, trying to say something but it's, again, cut off by jean's (you wonder if anyone in this apartment has the freedom of speech), "I try not to think about you at all."

"after everything we've been through?"

"we haven't been through any-"

"what happened to being together until the end?"

"guys, please, not no-"

"we are not engaged,"

you clear your throat. the bickering is not bothering. if you really think about it, it reminds you of home, of a life before college. it's a little nostalgic, but you have to get back to your shift at the café in an hour and you really didn't have the time to allow yourself to be entertained by this.

"the apartment is great," you say. the three of them look at you, stopping all bickering immediately. jean clears his throat as well. "thanks." he says.

"how do you know she meant it for you, jean?" Connie says. there's a small smirk on his face, the one that you have when you willingly mess with noor.

he struck gold - jean clenches his jaw tighter, if that was possible and it strikes gold again.

you know where you've seen jean. it's not really a one off thing, but you know you've spotted him across campus, carrying a coffee that you made earlier that day, sporting a hat over his ashy blonde hair. you'd spotted him at the bus, sitting in the back seat, with his head propped up against the window, headphones on his ears. you spotted him in the graphics studio, clicking the mouse and tapping on the keyboard of the spare computers as you sat far behind him, glancing at what he was working on.

you didn't mean to be a stalker, really, but it was inevitable that the two of you crossed paths considering the fact that you had a couple overlapping lectures in the same parts of the uncomfortably large campus.

jean was the beautiful stranger.

you blinked, keeping that information locked up in your head. what he didn't know wouldn't kill him, and he certainly did not need to know about how you'd been trying to seek him out on campus, trying to see a familiar face that would bring you any sort of ground over the past few months.

glancing at marco - who looked at you apologetically - you looked back at the other two, still bickering. marco shook his head, getting up from the couch, inaudibly prompting you to do the same, leading you to the kitchen.

you weren't kidding when you said the apartment was great - it was spacious enough to feel roomy but not cold and empty. every corner felt like it had been lived in, like it had been breathed on, like no cleaner could ever remove the marks of the smudged fingerprints on the walls. you hadn't had the time to decorate your own apartment, if it could even be called that, making the space a little less livable than you'd have expected from yourself.

"I'm sorry about them," marco starts, looking at you with the same expression he had been sporting the entire time you were there. you laughed softly and shook your head. "it's okay. I'm used to it." you say.

marco doesn't press further, smiling gently himself. "I'm glad you liked the apartment," his eyes glance over behind him towards the narrow hallway that leads to everybody's rooms, "we don't know how many more room mate applications we'll get, but you're a pretty strong candidate up till now. considering, you know, you're our first one." he says. his wording makes you feel like it's supposed to; a business interaction, and you're reminded again, how this isn't your home. how you're a stranger to them and even if their banter made you look back to earlier years, your rambling probably hadn't done the same with them.

you nod, smiling politely. "thank you. im glad you think so."

➷ Sunday, 7:59 p.m.

"oh my god a dog? how old is he? do you have pictures?" noor asked, her brown eyes lighting up with excitement. you laugh a little, shaking your head at the questions.

"i don't have pictures cause apparently the dog - polo, by the way - is being babysat by Marco's friend. said he didnt want to have polo running around cause he thought I'd get overwhelmed." you said, shrugging, "he did ask me if I was allergic, though."

"wait, so, that's it? besides freckles they didn't even talk to you? Baldy asked you if you could cook and emo mullet barely spoke to you? that's it?" noor asked, taking a sip of the coffee you had given her. the two of you were waiting for the bus, the sun having dipped a little more than an hour ago.

"i mean... I don't blame them. they barely even know me." you say, rolling your shoulders to try and get rid of the tension in them.

noor sighed. "yeah, but that's the point. they're supposed to get to know you and make sure you're not, like, a creep."

"I'm a creep, I'm a wei-" you start singing, making noor join you with a laugh. "I'm a weirdo," she sings back, her tone changing down with the "o" to mimic the infamous Radiohead song.

you share a laugh, shaking your head. "I'm just glad that something's happening, you know? like I did something to move out. I tried, and that counts."

noor nods decisively. "yep. also this coffee fucks, what is it?"

you smile widely, proud of your own creation. "it's a new thing I tried. strawberry goes surprisingly well with coffee," you say, "and cinnamon."

"god it's amazing. you have to open your own cafe one day,"

"i mean I didn't invent the thing,"

"still." she insists, opening the lid of the cup a little to smell it, humming afterwards.

she didn't have to do this. waiting with you at the bus stand wasn't even supposed to be in her routine, but it somehow got added there without your permission. her dorm was walking distance from the campus, near her department, too. she called it a great deal, and you agreed, so she really didn't have to wait for the bus with you. but she did.

you were glad to have her. you didn't have anyone besides her, in all honesty. her shoulder had always been comforting and warm to lean on, ever since you had met. she left you with smiling lips and a full heart at the end of the day. senior year of highschool hadn't been the kindest to either of you, so you made up for it by being kind to eachother, and for noor, you were sure that it came easy. it was easy to believe that she could replace the sun because she had replaced the sun for you. she replaced all meaning of the world by just holding your hand.

and the world agreed, you were sure, because her smiles attracted so many wonderful people. some not as much, but she seemed to attract beauty everywhere she went. she became it.

sometimes, when you were actively trying not to think about how cold your bed felt, you thought about how you would not be surprised if she talked to you less. not in the sense that you didn't trust her, of course not, but in the sense that she could have the world in the palm of her hands. why would she elect to hold your palm after that offer? and trying not to think about this only led to thinking more about this, more about everything. but now was not the time to do so.

no, because you had things to look forward to. because noor was sitting beside you, despite the cool late january air with the warmth she provided. she smiled as she told you about how she had a film assignment that she was looking forward to because she had so many good ideas. you leaned back and listened to her like your life depended on it. maybe it did.

➷ Sunday, 8:17 p.m.

"got a new applicant." jean said, swallowing the bite of breakfast-for-dinner eggs that marco had decided to share. the latter stood near the stove, one hand on his hip and the other in the air with a spatula, waiting for the pancakes to cook, checking for bubbles near the edges like Jean's mom taught him to. marco hummed. Connie leaned over to jean, peeking at his phone, trying to see who texted about the apartment. jean furrowed his brows with a slight scowl, hiding his screen from Connie's eyes, who pouted dramatically.

jean tried not to laugh at his expression, but a small smile slipped out anyway. "his names floch," he said, not acknowledging Marco's little whoop of excitement after flipping his first non-burnt and perfectly golden brown pancake.

"ugh. i know him. hes such a know-it-all." Connie says, waving his fork in the air. marco sets the plate of almost all burnt pancakes (except for the one) in the centre of the table. "don't speak with your mouth full, con." he says.

"you think everyone's a know-it-all. have you considered that maybe you're a little dumb?"

"I'm expectionally smart." he says, sitting up straight.

there's a small beat of silence.

"did you mean exceptionally, connie?" marco asks, pausing from cutting his pancake.

another beat of silent.

jean snickers.

Connie rolls his eyes. "whatever the word is. i think we should choose the girl that came in today, if you guys even care."

jean glances at him from his plate. "we should decide that after going through the applicants."

marco nods. "yeah, we should give it atleast a week or two."

Connie sighs. "okay, but Im pretty sure she's the one."

jean drops his fork on the table, having finished his plate and leaning back into the chair. "seriously? you didn't even talk to her-"

"i did!"

"you asked her if she knew how to cook and she didn't even answer. how have you already made up your mind?"

Connie shrugs. "she tolerated our argument."

"it was barely an argum-"

"not a lot of people can do that." Connie says.

"you guys can get loud," marco says.

"that's what she said." Connie mumbles with a small laugh. jean smiles, covering it up with his glass of water.

"she did seem pretty nice. but we should still wait for other people. who knows?" marco shrugs, "maybe we'll find someone better."

"well, whoever you two decide on, just know my vote's going to be a no if it's not her." he says, leaning his head on his palm, his elbow against the table.

"why are you rooting so hard for a person you barely know Connie? just because she's pretty?" jean asks, equal parts curious and suspicious.

Connie smirks at a joke jean fails to understand. "sasha knows her, I'm pretty sure. her name sounded familiar but then I called sasha about it, and she said she works at Smith's with her."

"so basically you're on her side because of neo-nepotism?" marco asks with a small smile.

"i dont know what that means, but yeah, probably!" Connie agrees, a wide smile gracing his face. "besides," he continues, the smile now turning into a small smirk, "jean thinks she's pretty."

jean sits up straight, his jaw clenching. "when the hell did I say that?"

marco sighs, gulping his food down.

"literally just now when you asked me why I was rooting for her. you admitted that you thought she was pretty." Connie says. jean really thinks he's fucking with him. some times, jean can't tell what goes on in his friend's head, a gap that's bridged by sasha and marco. but the former is currently in her own small apartment with her boyfriend, and the latter is too busy shoving food into his mouth and avoiding jeans eye.

jean sputters. "i think all women are pre-"

"okay slut," Connie mutters.

"I'm not a slut, will you stop calling me that I am not a common who-"

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oceans-goddess · 1 year

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Tyler Galpin x Reader Pt. 5-- An Interruption

A/N: So sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out! It has been a busy week, and I have been sick. Anyways, I wanted to try something a little different today, so this is more from Tyler’s POV. I hope you enjoy!

Link to Pt. 4

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Coming to the Weathervane became a daily routine for you after your first date with Tyler. You would walk in, take the booth closest to the counter, and pull out your homework while Tyler brought over the usual: a hot chocolate and a croissant. Both of you looked forward to seeing each other every afternoon.

At times, when it was a quiet day, Tyler would have a few moments to sit with you as you worked, and though you enjoyed his company more than anything, it was Tyler who truly felt at peace once you walked into the shop. He would never tell you outright-- he was afraid that being too forward would scare you off-- but seeing you was the best part-- his favorite part-- of every day. You were his escape from school, from work, from home. You brought him so much peace without even trying.

“Whatcha workin’ on today?” he asked, lowering himself onto the booth across from you. You looked up through your eyelashes in a way that made his heart flutter no matter how many times you did it.

“Just some notes on this book we are reading. Not much other homework tonight,” you responded, looking more relaxed than usual. On some days, Tyler would watch as your brows pulled together in frustration over confusing material. Other days, the exhaustion would make itself known in your shoulders and under your eyes. Though you always smiled at him when you came in, it worried him that your school work often became too much for you.

“Oh, good,” he responded, grinning. “Then you have time for a walk at the end of my shift?”

You answered with a simple nod, then pulled his right hand across the table. After a moment of confusion, he realized that you were drawing a smiley face onto his wrist with the pen you were using to take notes.

It wasn’t fair, he thought, that something so small, so silly, could make him want to melt into the very booth.

When you were done, he held your hand in his, squeezed twice, and stood up to clean up behind the counter.

From there, he could sneak peaks at you as you both worked. He loved the slight side smile that tugged at your lips when you read, and the way you shook our hair out of your eyes even though it always fell back into the same place. He loved that your toes tapped against the linoleum floor when you got impatient, and the way little red flowers blossomed across the table when you were frustrated. He loved the way you’d pull your sweater up to cover your nose on particularly chilly afternoons, and the way yellow wood sorrel petals would slither from under your sleeves when he managed to say something particularly suave. But most of all, he loved when you’d catch him watching you, for two reasons:

1, because you looking at him meant that you were thinking about him too, and

2, because it gave him a chance to smile into those calm y/e/c eyes for a moment-- to get completely caught up in all of you, even if the two of you were across the room from each other.

When the two of you looked at each other like that, the rest of the world felt so much brighter.

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“We can walk down a few blocks, make a left, and do a big circle, and then I can walk you back to school,” Tyler suggested, shrugging on his jacket outside of the coffee shop. You were glad his shifts never ended too late; it meant that you got to have full conversations with him afterward instead of talking to him at work when he was busy with orders.

Walks like these were much easier than the first. After all that you’d told him, Tyler didn’t bring up your past. He assumed you would tell him anything you wanted him to know in time. Instead, the two of you gushed over books, played new songs for each other, and talked about nothing.

It was perfect.

“Sounds good,” you said now, and you blushed when he smiled at you. The two of you made to walk down the sidewalk, only to be stopped short by a man in a dark uniform turn the corner from the small parking lot and begin walking toward you.

“Tyler,” the man said gruffly, then, upon seeing you holding Tyler’s hand, paused. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“I, uh, who is this?”

You smiled a lopsided half-smile, but looked down at the hem of your skirt. Tyler shifted his weight uncomfortably. He hadn’t expected to see his father until much later that night.

“Uh, dad, this is y/n. Y/n,” he said, turning to you, “this is my dad, Donovan.” You nodded and smiled wider, but in focusing so hard on not bursting into flower petals where you stood, you failed to say anything.

“Well, it’s, uh, it’s nice to meet you, y/n,” Mr. Galpin said. After a moment of awkward silence, he took a step forward and leaned in slightly.

“Listen, Tyler, I don’t mean to, uh, interrupt, but I came to get you. We need to get home and talk. It’s important.”

Now was anything but the time to call him home, he thought, cringing at the thought of you seeing him be dragged home by his dad.

“Can it wait? I promised y/n I’d walk her home--”

“Ty, now’s not really the time to argue,” Mr. Galpin responded quickly, and though the urgency was clear in his voice, his dismissal of his son seemed to ring in your ears. Tyler had mentioned a few times that he didn’t get along well with his father, but seeing the strain on their relationship in front of you felt entirely different.

“But, dad, it’s already dark. She can’t just--”

“Fine, we will drive her home, and then you will come home with me.” The officer turned on his heel and began walking in the direction from which he came, clearly expecting you both to follow.

Once you were tucked into the back of the cruiser with Tyler, which was just as uncomfortable as it looked, Mr. Galpin asked you where you wanted to be dropped off.

“Uh, the front gates at Nevermore are fine,” you said quietly. Mr. Galpin immediately stiffened, and you knew you’d said the wrong thing.

“You... you’re a Nevermore student?” he asked. Tyler wanted desperately to be anywhere else, and his anger burned hot on his face. It took a long time for you to respond.

“Yes,” was all you said. The rest of the ride was completely silent.

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Tyler didn’t know which was more intense at the moment, his anger at his father for being so rude to you, or his embarrassment at not being able to do anything about it. He’d watched with a lame, apologetic grimace on his face as Mr. Galpin kept his gaze from you and sped away from Nevermore.

The moment you were out of sight, he swiveled his head so his gaze was no longer out the window at you, but instead on his father.

“What is the problem?” he asked, though he wished he’d had the courage to ask it more belligerently.

“We’ll discuss it when we get home,” Mr. Galpin reminded, but Tyler rolled his eyes.

“No, not the problem from before. You seem to have a problem with y/n. You all but ignored her the whole ride!”

His father huffed before speaking.

“I don’t understand why you are so set against me, Tyler,” was all he said. Tyler put his head in his hands.

“What are you talking about?” the boy asked, his fingers threatening to pull strands of hair from his scalp in frustration. Mr. Galpin never took his gaze away from the road.

“I let you have that silly little job at the coffee shop, I let you keep your secrets with that ridiculous therapist you see, and now you want me to let you hang around with a bunch of delinquents? How do you think everyone else in this town will see me now that you’ve spent your time in public with that girl?”

Speechless, Tyler felt the tension between them bubble as Mr. Galpin turned right onto a quiet road.

“You,” he said after a few agonizingly awkward moments, “You can’t seriously feel that way about Nevermore students.” Mr. Galpin scoffed.

“Are you kidding? Tyler, just go hang out with normal kids. Why do you always have to make things difficult?”

For the first time in a long time, Tyler had felt at ease in Jericho; you had brought so much calm everywhere you went, despite your ability to get flustered easily. And now his father expected him to give it up?

“I’m not making anything difficult! She’s my—“

He stopped himself short, and quickly steered the course of the sentence in a different direction, silently promising to revisit the exciting idea of you as his girlfriend another time.

“—friend,” he finally managed. “The best friend I’ve had in a long time. You can’t just—“

“Yes, I very well can!” interjected the officer mercilessly. “That girl, that thing, things like her, they make nothing but trouble for me in this town, and I don’t need my son getting any more awful ideas from them.”

Thing?

The brunet felt stung. Breathless at his father’s language. He’d heard him say things like this before, but not about anyone other than his son. To hear him speak so wretchedly of you made his hands shake in anger and agitation.

“Let me out of the car,” Tyler said slowly. A wry chuckle passed Mr. Galpin’s lips.

“No, I told you, we have—“

“Let me out, now,” Tyler demanded. His father’s brows furrowed with rage, but he had no time to respond, because in a moment, Tyler’s hand was clasped around the door handle and pushing the door open.

“Boy, close the damn door!” the sheriff shouted, but his son was already unbuckled. He had no choice but to stop the car so as to keep Tyler unharmed. The moment the tires stopped rolling on the pavement, Tyler was out, the door slamming behind him with a loud C R A C K !

Mr. Galpin laid his head on his hands as they rested on the steering wheel, willing himself not to cry out in frustration.

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jaeyunavenue · 2 years

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Again;

pairing: jake x gn reader

synopsis: jake and y/n secretly like each other and after a night full of butterflies someone finally decides to make a move.

jake and y/n were nothing more but just friends, they met through Heeseung which was one of Y/N’s best friends. Heeseung and y/n grew up together, their parents were friends before they were even born so it was naturally bound to happen. They did everything together like loosing their baby teeth, learning how to ride a bike, went through puberty together, graduated together and even went to their middle school prom together because they didn’t have dates. Their classmates would teased them about dating and they hated it ! they would physically gag at the thought, because they saw themselves as sibling. Entering high school they wanted a fresh start and get rid those dating labels, so they made different friends but most of the time y/n would just end up hanging out with heeseung and his friends. By the end of the year y/n had a friend named Sunoo and heeseung had his little group of 5, and by the new year a transfer student was introduced to the class. Heeseung became friends with jake and introduced you two. Just like heeseungs other friends y/n had jake on social media and they couldn’t help but just feel attracted to him, they seemed comfortable with him, friendlier with him, they would sometimes even hang out with him alone. Something about him was different

“probably his accent” sunoo would say as he laid on your bed next to you, you shrugged “probably, i can’t believe he came all the way from Australia” you said scrolling through jake’s account again “he’s not bad looking too” sunoo said peeking over your phone “alright enough” i said locking my phone and getting up. Today you planned to go watch a new scary movie that recently came out with sunoo and Heeseung along with his friends. Sunoo and i walked out the house going down to Heeseung’s block to meet up with him seeing him outside waiting for you “heeseung!” you said running to him dramatically like if it was in slow motion, tossing yourself onto him as he hugged you back. You saw jake from behind talking to sunghoon laughing at whatever sunghoon said, then looking over to you giving you a smile making your heart flutter, as you waved back “Okay lets go!” jungwon said leading the way, jake was complaining on the way “ah i don’t do well with scary movies” he said whining just thinking about it, walking behind you with his hands resting on each of your shoulders shaking you lightly “i heard it was really scary” heeseung said trying to spook jake “stop teasing him” you said to heeseung playfully hitting his side.

Jay and Heeseung went to get the drinks and popcorn while you stayed behind with the rest of the group. A screening of the movie ended and people came out the room talking about it mentioning jump scares and not being able to sleep tonight “ah really guys im going crazy” jake said sitting back down next to you “Don’t be such a baby” niki said excited to see the movie, he was the one who planned this day. “i bet it’s not even that scary! they’re probably exaggerating” you told jake trying to calm him down. Once it was time you walked into the theater room sitting in between jake and sunoo, everyone was so into the movie but you couldn’t help but notice how close jake was next to you, he was leaning towards you. There was a point where you swore you would hear your heart beat, jakes hand would occasionally rub against yours as he laid it on the arm rest. You would look at his hand then back at the screen then to his hand again, you were not paying attention at all when everyone screamed over the movie and jake jumped in his seat and sunoo yelled next to you. You smiled at jake being so cute, covering his eyes with the sleeve of his cream colored sweater still leaving one arm on the arm rest. You looked over to jake once more meeting his eyes and quickly looking away feeling your cheeks turn burn, trying to focus on the screen but still feeling his gaze on you, with what felt like eternity he slowly looked back at the big screen but moved his hand closer to yours feeling the warmth of his hand next to yours, his fingers rubbed against yours almost as if he was asking permission to hold you hand. You took it as a chance to play with his fingers and he slowly intertwined your hands together sending butterflies in your stomach, you both smiled at each other looking back at the screen but after this you couldn’t focus. Throughout the movie jake would let out small yells shoving his head into your shoulder as you would laugh at him.

After the movie you guys decided to go home, jake wouldn’t leave your side and would keep his arm around your shoulders holding you close intertwining your hands on one side, the guys didn’t think too much of it considering they knew you two had feelings for each other. All the other guys went their ways and it was just heeseung,jake and you, “Jake can you take y/n home please and don’t do anything stupid” heeseung said glaring at jake as you arrived in front of his house “oh shut up! Bye hee! text me!” you said waving goodbye as he winked at you heading inside. You laughed shaking your head knowing he was teasing you for being alone with jake “are you gonna be able to sleep at night” you joked as jake playfully glared at you “it wasn’t that scary” he said trying to act tough “yeah okay, like if you weren’t jumping squeezing my hand” you said as you felt him rubbing his thumb against your hand. You arrived in front of your house not wanting to say goodbye to jake, “i had fun tonight” you said smiling at him looking down at your hand holding his “me too, we should do it again but this time just the two of us” he said kind of questioning it, not sure if you would feel the same “i would love that” you replied smiling back at him and he returned the smile “i’ll see you tomorrow?” jake asked as you nodded “good night y/n” he said kissing your forehead you closed your eyes taking in his scent and the feeling of his soft lips against your forehead. Fluttering your eyes open, your eyes meet his and he was so close to your face you looked back and forth from his eyes to his beautiful plump lips ‘just kiss him’ you thought to yourself and before you knew it you grabbed his shirt pulling him in for a kiss both of your lips resting on each other for seconds before they finally move in sync, as he smiled into the kiss and his big hands moving to the sides of your face pulling you closer than before. Your heart pounding against your chest slowly running out of breath as you pulled away to catch your breath and jake need to as well resting his forehead against yours breathing heavily “well that was bold” he said letting out a giggle “well ! you were looking at my lips too ! i saw you” you said embarrassed “i was, i’ve been wanting to do that since forever, i like you” jake admitted “i like you too jake” you replied shyly, jake tried to hard to bite back his smile but failed miserably dropping his head giggling at you “you’re so cute” he said wrapping his arms around you pulling you close for a hug resting his head on top of yours “now go inside it’s getting late” he said stepping back to let you inside “fine, i’ll see you tomorrow” you said already looking forward for tomorrow as jake nodded waving you off. You couldn’t help but want more from him, “jake” you said to him “mmh?” he replied back, you took another step towards him and gave him another peck as he smiled once more “again” he said and you replied with another peck “again, one more” he giggled wrapping his arm around your waist and you smiled giving him another passionate kiss not wanting to let each other go and this time he was the one to take control walking you backwards leaning you against the front door as your arms wrapped around his neck and your hands playing with his fluffy hair “do you want to sleep over?” you whispered against his lips as he smiled widely nodding his head.

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literatureatthebowofnails · 1 year

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A/N: I love you like Katy loves The Eagles

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Includes: Smut, fluff

Summary: The morning after

You wake slowly in the unfamiliar bed. An arm hangs protectively across your waist, warmth seeping through the back of your nightgown. Before you're fully conscious, you pull the furs up to your chin, leaning back against the other body. The scent of burnt pine clinging to the covers is so cozy, you don't want to get up.

"Good morning, darling." He gravels, pulling you close. "Did you sleep well?"

You roll to face him, kissing him deeply before you respond, "Very." If you're being honest, you can't remember the last time you slept so well. It wasn't just the soft furs or the contrast of warm tower to the snow outside, it was being next to him that dissipated all anxiety, allowing you to sink through the deepest dregs of slumber.

"Has anyone told you how pretty you are with your hair all messy?"

"Not that I recall," he smirks.

Your hands slide up his cheeks to kiss him again. He groans into it, and you straddle him, brushing your lips down his long neck. You feel him harden as you crawl toward his stomach, leaving damp pecks in your wake. "I want..." your mouth meets his hardened abs "...to know how you taste..." you reach the first curls of pubic hair "...when you cum."

"That is," he purrs, "most unorthodox, darling."

With a tug of his waistband, you smile up at him. "And why is that?" Your tongue flicks against the head of his cock as it bobs to attention.

"Because" his eyes roll back as you take a longer lick. "Ladies should a-always be served first."

"You did serve me," you smile, tongue circling the head. "Quite well in fact." Lips stretch around it, releasing with a pop. "And now it's my turn." You look up, a devious glint in your eyes.

"If you insi-aaahhhh," his thought's cut off as you inch back down around him. Saliva slickens his shaft, your hand gripping its base. With a deep inhale of his heady musk, you push the tip to the edge of your throat. His hand grips your hair, and you press him to your limit before sliding up again.

"Norns," his breaths are ragged. "You're incredible."

His reaction, the salty precum, and sloppy sounds of your mouth spur you on. Your cheeks hollow, head bobbing in time with your fist. He grasps at the sheets, straining not to buck into you. "Darling, I'm going..." you hum your approval, sending him jutting toward your throat as heat floods your mouth.

You struggle to swallow while he shudders, spent beneath you. His breath returns to normal while you use tongue and fingers to collect what seed escaped.

He pulls you up, kissing you fiercely. "I know not what I've done to deserve you, but I'd do it a thousand times over if I could."

"I bet you say that to every girl who sucks you off," you grin.

"Never." He flips you beneath him, peppering kisses over your face. A thundering knock interrupts your giggles.

"Brother!" Thor's voice booms through the door. "There is coffee, and Barton got pastries. Bring your dear lady to join us."

Your hands cover your burning face. "Tell me he didn't..."

"Yes, thank you for the announcement, Brother. We'll be there shortly." Turning back, Loki gives you a vaguely apologetic look. "We're at the end of the hall and his is the next suite down, if that helps?" A grinning kiss meets your lips, his attempt at repentance farcical.

Standing, he promises, "I'll soundproof my chambers before our next rendezvous."

You get up and give him a final peck. "Thank you."

"Now," he looks you up and down. "We ought to dress for breakfast." A glow fills the room, leaving you dressed and ready for the day. Your fingers curl around the long sleeves of a sweater dress, its emerald knit hugging your curves. Thick tights warm your feet and legs, their black a match to Loki's tunic.

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"So gracious of you to join us, lovebirds," Stark broadcasts your entrance, sending heat back up your neck. Wanda gives you a wicked grin.

"Thank you for the declaration, Stark, but if you aspire to heraldry, you might learn to announce us by proper titles," Loki responds.

Thor looks up from behind the kitchen island, piling pancakes and bacon precariously on his plate. "You're here," he gives a puppyish grin, reaching for the carafe. "Lady Wanda told me of Richard's theory. While I have yet to meet this Richard, I'm thankful he convinced you to prolong your courtship."

Loki exhales exasperation, a hand spreading across his brow. "Apparently, I didn't explain it very well," the witch confesses.

"You needn't take responsibility for my brother's density, Lady Maximoff. He's been blundering about far longer than you've been alive." Thor misses the jab, having gone to the pantry for Pop-Tarts.

Loki insists you sit, making you a plate and coffee. You settle across from Clint and accept a Danish from the offered plate. "Wanda tells me you're not in New York much?"

"Yea," he explains, "I've got a family out of state. Since our youngest came along, my wife and I are outnumbered, so I tend to stick around the house."

Agent Romanoff scoffs. "He stays home because he's busy tearing the house apart with remodels."

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shinescape · 2 years

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note: just to let you know this is inaccurate and that it's for fun (or is it?) also princess is a gender neutral term on this blog but if it bothers you then pretend like you didn't see it. always drive safe everyone!

ATEEZ AS DRIVERS

Seonghwa - typically a good driver, follows the road rules like a good civilian he is. But when he gets honked at (for no reason if i may add) or he sees cars speeding and taunting him, oh you better hold on to your seatbelt. Don’t bother asking if he’s okay because clearly he is not and he will drift his way until those cars are off his radar. Once he's not gripping the wheel so hard and his eyes turn back to their usual boba shapes then you can talk to him. He’d even flash that blinding smile at you as if he wasn't speeding just moment ago. “Sorry sweetheart, you were saying something?”

Hongjoong - sorry but he will not drive and will be at the back seat with you jk. I mean why drive when you can have someone do it for you (has a chauffeur btw). The reason he prefers not too most of the time is because that's the only time he's completely free and rather talk and gush over you. But then he would randomly knock on your door late at night and invite you to go for a drive throughout the city or stargaze in an empty parking lot. You’d stare at him most of the time as he drove with ease and hummed to the tune playing on the radio as he ran his fingers through his hair. He would notice the obvious stares and you’d compliment and his ears would blush as he denied it as always. “Doll don’t distract me. I'm driving.”

Yunho - perfect driver, the end. The type to entertain you throughout the ride no matter if the destination is fifteen minutes or three hours. He’d even pack drinks and snacks which you are in charge of feeding him as he opens his mouth like a baby bird. You won’t get sleepy even if you didn’t get a wink of sleep the night before, he’s just that entertaining. Drives at a steady mode, won’t forget to take glances over at you making sure you’re alright and is comfy in his car. But if you did fall asleep after bickering, karaoke-ing with him, Yunho would slow down a bit just to get the fleece blanket he spared at the back seat and cover you up with it. “My baby’s fast asleep…so cute.”

Yeosang: is a nervous mess. Says he’s a good driver but he’d accidentally hit the brakes too soon and apologised when he saw you jerk to the front. Even if you assured that he can drive slow and all, he just wants you to see the best side of him, always. After a few dates, he’d be very chill and would come up with a conversation with you while he drives. He likes to take things slow and that’s how he drives too but not super slow, just good enough for you to read all the signboards of the shops around town. “Jagi, I saw your favourite restaurant just now. Should we turn back?”

San - usually a pretty safe driver…until you’re in the passenger’s seat. Gets very handy and will most likely rest his free hand on your thigh or pinch your cheek when there’s a red light. You’d scold him to focus on the road instead of you which made him pouty. It doesn’t last long though, he’ll just want to hold your hand or tug you over to him and peck your cheek. Is a safe driver until his lover is right next to him and he would risk it all. Overall, he will bother you whether you like it or not just because. “Love, stop playing with your phone. I’m right here, hold my hand please.”

Mingi - one thing about mingi is compliments. His brain malfunctioned at those. He’s usually focused while he drives but the moment you say something about his outfit that day or how he styled his hair differently than usual, he lost (nearly) all driving senses. Gets flustered and would chuckle nervously as to hide his embarrassment. But other times, he’d suddenly get cocky and would raise a brow at you with a confident smirk and add fuel to your words by pulling the sleeves of his sweater up or fixing the glasses that were dropping on his nose bridge. “If you keep saying all that princess, I’m afraid I’ll have to cancel our dinner reservation.”

Wooyoung - he is known to be talkative in any kind of events or functions but isn’t that way when he’s driving. It is kind of weird to see him quiet and so focused on the road, not even singing along to the songs that were on from his own playlist. Not a fan of speeding but he would do it when he sees you about to doze off and laugh when the side of your head hit the window. of course he apologised and made sure you’re fine. He talks when he feels kind of sleepy or there’s a massive traffic jam ahead and that's when you have to entertain him or else he will bother the hell out of you. But if you fell asleep, he’d make sure you’re comfy and even tell you to recline if you need to as he quietly sings to the music lightly playing in the car. “Babe, it’s raining and I'm getting sleepy. Talk to me.”

Jongho - is usually good at multitasking but that mode is turned off once he’s in the driver’s seat. It gets really quiet too and the only sound is the occasional clincking sound from the signal light or the low noises from the air conditioner. A very serious driver and won’t talk unless you ask him something. Then it goes back to being quiet. However, when he’s not feeling too timid or that he notices how you’re exceptionally quiet, he’d start singing…very loudly. It won’t stop until you join in or ask him to sing another song. “We should get those bluetooth microphones honey, that way we can sing when there's traffic. ”

#this has been staying in my head for too long #and as usual a random post out of nowhere #also sorry i don't feel like putting a read more to this :)) although it is long #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho

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thatonecurlygirl · 2 years

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after watching steve talking about six little nuggets it reminded me of your dad steve fics. can you write more about it please? i love your writing <333

Fandom: Stranger Things

Pairing: dad!Steve x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Fresh out of High school Robin, and Steve went from working at Family video with you to volunteering most of your time at the high school that was turned into the Hawkin’s Disaster Relief Shelter. The three of you seem to have a habit of losing your jobs. When the end of the world is at your doorstep, people don’t tend to worry much about renting movies.

Robin is mucking it up with Vickie — who definitely likes boobies — while you and Steve are trying desperately to hold back a secret you’ve been keeping for a handful of months now, but as the days drag on it gets harder and harder to do so.

“You okay, babe?” Steve leans into your ear, “You’re really red.”

“Yeah,” You nod, pushing the sleeves of your sweater up your sweaty arms. “Yeah, just a bit warm in this thing.”

“It is August and you’re in a sweater. When are we—” Steve trails off.

“Soon. Now I’m going to go cool off in the back.” You kiss Steve’s cheek and make your way to the walk in freezer in the kitchen.

This walk in freezer has been your sanctuary and hiding place since your baby bump had actually started to show. You make your way to the very back, where all the frozen vegetables are being stored. The chill of the refrigerator isn’t much relief so you take ahold of the bottom hem of your sweater, fanning the cool air up underneath the baggy garment.

You are wholly unprepared and not nearly quick enough to cover up before door opens and Robin waltzes in. She’s saying something over her shoulder as she walks in, but stops mid sentence and allows the door to slam shut behind her as she takes in the site of you.

“About this.” You say awkwardly, hand clenching the bottom of your shirt and frozen mid air, showing the obvious baby bump you’ve been hiding.

“Y/n, you’re pregnant, like, super pregnant!” Robin exclaims.

“Shhh, Robin, hush.” You wave your hands in attempt to quiet her.

“How far along are you?” Robin asks with eyes wide, staring at your now covered stomach.

“Twenty-one weeks.” You mumble.

“Five months! You’re five months pregnant and didn’t even think to tell your best friend?”

“Robin, we were waiting for the right time.”

“Right time, my ass.” You turns quickly and peeks her head out of the freezer. “Harrington, here, now!’ She shouts.

Robin does have a point, she is yours and Steve’s best friend and should have been the very first person to know, but with Eddie dying and Hawkins being the very publicized “portal to hell” you’ve been adamant about finding a proper way and time to tell all your friends.

“What did you do to her?” Robin tugs Steve into the walk-in by his wrist, pointing straight at your stomach.

“About that.” Steve nervously scratches the back of his head, refusing to look up at Robin.

“Five months means you got her pregnant while in high school?” She gasps, suddenly putting together how the timing adds up.

“Technically, I wasn’t in high school. Steve got held back, remember?”

“Thanks for pointing that out, Y/n.” Steve rolls his eyes. “Look, we are sorry Robin. We should have told you sooner.”

“Damn right you should have!” She huffs before slowly breaking out in a smile. “When are you going to tell everyone else?”

“Tell everyone else what?”

You all jump and turn to look at Dustin who now stands inside the walk-in with the three of you, confusion written across his face. With a small sigh of defeat, you slowly lift up your shirt to show your baby bump and watch as Dustin’s jaw drops.

“I’ve always wanted to be a big brother!” Dustin exclaims once he’s recovered from the shock. “We can tell everyone at dinner tonight!”

“Just keep your mouth shut until then, Henderson.” Steve warns, pointing a long finger at him.

“My lips are sealed.” Dustin mimicked zipping his lips closed and tossing the key over his shoulder.

“Well, Aunt Robin, since we are on the topic—” You smile and glance up at Steve to continue.

“You want to be in the room when Y/n, pops the little sucker out?” Steve asks.

“Are you kidding me? Of course!”

“Good, I’m going to need someone to hold my hand when Steve passes out.” You giggle and gently bump into Steve teasingly.

“We should probably get back to work.” Dustin points to the door over his shoulder.

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You and Steve pull up to the Wheeler house with a hesitant sigh. This is the moment you’ve been pushing back since you found out you were pregnant, not because you don’t want your friends to know, but because you are scared of your friends’ reactions. There is one friend you are most nervous about telling, Nancy. Nancy and you had been friends for a while and is also Steve’s ex. Nancy and Jonathan are head over heels in love with each other, but sometimes you see a flicker of longing in Nancy’s eyes. Sure, there hasn’t been anything between Nancy and Steve for a while now, but they once shared a love for each other and you are afraid that Nancy will be angry that her friend swooped in and got with her ex and is now having his baby.

“You ready?” Steve pulls you from your thoughts.

“Now or never, right?”

“They’re definitely going to find out eventually when we are toting baby Harrington around, or until Dustin or Robin blab.” Steve shrugs.

“You’re right.” You rub your hands across your belly.

“I know,” He smirks and points a finger at you. “Stay here so I can open your door.”

Steve quickly jumps out of the driver’s seat and runs around to your side of the car, pulling open the door and extending his hand to help you out. Steve can be sweet like that, a total gentleman. He can also be a total ditz, but this is not one of those moment. It’s moments like this that show you exactly why you fell head over heels in love with this big haired sweetheart.

“Come on babe and little babe, let’s go.”

Robin and Dustin are at the door waiting for you, swinging it open and excitedly pulling you and Steve into the house. “We have everyone downstairs!” Dustin exclaims.

“No sweater?” Robin asks.

“Why hide it, the point is to tell everyone right?” You smile.

“That’s my girl.” Robin pats your back.

Dustin and Robin guide the two of you down to the basement of the Wheeler home, announcing your arrival as they do so.

“Does this mean we can finally eat?” Mike groans, nearly drooling over the boxes of pizza sitting in the middle of the coffee table.

“Sure as hell hope so, I’m starving.” You chuckle, patting your stomach as you finish descending the stairs.

“Y/n, gets first dibs on the pizza!” Robin shoots Mike and Lucas a warning look.

“What! Why?” Mike whines.

“Because she has a little Harrington on board.” Steve casually announces.

All eyes immediately turn to you and fall on your growing baby bump, eyes wide and all jaw dropped to the floor, it was so quiet you could hear a rat licking eyes in the humid heat of this late summer day. You watch Nancy’s eyes leave yours and she turns to Jonathan.

“What the fuck?” Mike breaks the silence.

“Mike!” Nancy scolds.

“How pregnant are you?” He ignores his sister.

“Five months!” Robin shouts, hands on hips, just like Steve stands. The two of them have taken up eachother’s habits.

“You’ve kept this secret for five months?” Will asks astonished.

“Surprise.” You say cautiously.

“Congratulations.” Nancy smiles and embraces you in a hug.

“Thanks.” You smile, hugging her back.

“The real question here is, what’s the name going to be?” Lucas asks.

Steve motions for you to take a seat as he grabs a couple pieces of pizza , setting them on the coffee table in front of you. A small smile plays on his lips as he nods for you to tell what the two of you had decided.

“Steve and I decided that if we have a girl, her name will be Edie Maxine Harrington.” You look between the group, all with joy filled yet somber looks. “If it’s a boy Eddie Maxwell Harrington.”

“Those are great names.” Nancy smiles softly.

“Yeah,” Jonathon agrees.

“Max would be happy for you two.” Lucas says with a sad smile.

“Eddie too.” Dustin nods.

“Wait until Hopper and Joyce find out!” El shouts in excitement. “They’ll be so happy too.”

“Can we eat now?” Argyle asks, staring at the pizza..

“Yes!” Everyone says in unison.

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xxcatzladyxx · 5 months

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Demon Slayer Advent Calendar | Day 23 | Tengen x Reader | Knitting

Written by @lupina36

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"I'm bored!" Suma whined as she cast a disgruntled glance out at the snow-covered landscape.

Thick flakes were falling from the dark gray sky, making the world look even more like it had been dusted with white powdered sugar. Most people had retreated to their cozy homes and estates in this weather. So did you, your husband Tengen Uzui and your three other co-wives. Hinatsuru, Suma and Makio.

Today was one of the few days when there was nothing at all to do in the house, which was also the reason for Suma's complaint.

"Have you ever tried knitting?" you suddenly asked her.

"My mother used to do that when she had nothing to do. She always really enjoyed it. I think I even still have a sweater that she knitted for me back then, "2 you told her. "That sounds quite interesting," Hina said. "At least we can kill a lot of time that way," Makio commented.

About an hour later, you and the others were sitting together in a circle, busily knitting a few things.

The girls understood the principle surprisingly quickly and were not at all clumsy. Suma wanted to knit a hat and had even managed to knit a good bit of it. Hinatsuru tried her hand at a scarf and Makio really wanted to try her hand at a sweater. You had also decided on something simple like a scarf, although you realized that knitting was obviously not quite as easy for you as it was for your fellow knitters.

Even Tengen, who had joined your little knitting circle to your surprise and the surprise of his other wives, was doing a lot better than you.

He seemed to be working on a sock and it annoyed you a little that everyone seemed to be better at it than you.

Again and again, the knitting needle slipped or a stitch came undone. In the end, your scarf looked more like a pack of wild dogs had got it between their teeth. With a resigned sigh, you put your knitting needles aside and decided to watch your family knitting. Suma was making good progress with her sweater, although you noticed that it had one sleeve too many. Suma's hat, on the other hand, looked far too big and seemed to fit a watermelon rather than a human.

That lifted your spirits a little because you obviously weren't the only one who had had a few difficulties with knitting.

Hinatsuru's scarf, on the other hand, looked great and even had a pretty star pattern. This woman really had a talent for knitting. You had to admit that.

But when your gaze wandered to Tengen, you wondered.

You thought it was a sock at first, but this piece looked a bit strange. At first you thought he had a bit of trouble with knitting, but it didn't look like it, but you still thought there was something strange about Tengen's work. It had a bit of a mushroom shape. A mushroom with a long stem.......Hold on, wait a minute! That almost looked like........!

"Tengen, my dear," you spoke gently to your husband.

Tengen looked up and looked at you questioningly. "Yes, what is it (name)?" "Um, I was wondering.....Now yes.....that thing you're knitting....." You took a deep breath.

"Can you tell me what it's supposed to be?" you finally asked. Tengen grinned at you and you were already afraid of disaster. "It's going to be a penis warmer!" he replied.

All your facial features slipped away. "A .... what?" you asked, completely flabbergasted. "A penis warmer," Tengen repeated, as if you had just asked him what time it was. "Why, I mean, how did you come up with something like that?" you asked, still very much out of character.

"Well, it's freezing outside. Sanemi said he almost froze his ass off yesterday!" "And now you're worried you might freeze something off too?" you asked, still struggling a little for composure, while in your mind's eye a naked Tengen danced around dressed in nothing but his homemade penis warmer.

"It's not just me I'm thinking about," you heard Tengen say, looking around at his wives with a look on his face as if no water could cloud his eyes. "After all, everyone here suffers when he's no longer usable," he added with a broad grin. In response, you just sighed, while Hina giggled softly, Suma blushed like a tomato and Makio snorted softly.

"Are you going to tell me why you made several?" you asked curiously as you noticed the small pile next to Tengen.

Apparently, the one he was currently working on was not the first one he had made. You could make out several different colors and even different sizes, and all of a sudden you began to feel bad. "These are for the other male columns," he told you.

Now your features finally seemed to slip away. The others? Your husband was seriously planning to give the other pillars a penis warmer like this. That was too much!

"Tengen, you can't do that!" you shout, startled.

"Why not? Do you think I'm the only one with a problem like this? At least I've found a brilliant solution. The others will thank me on their knees," he beamed and continued knitting. Well, if that went well! It flashed through your mind.

You knew that Tengen meant well and yes, there were certainly some men who liked the idea of their little friend being wrapped up nice and warm. But you feared that not everyone would take it exactly the same way. You were thinking in particular of the wind pillar Sanemi Shinazugawa. And so your fears were right.

Because the very next day, a Sanemi snorting with rage stood at your door and demanded to see Tengen.

In his hand he held what looked like the remains of one of Tengen's penis warmers. After assuring him that Tengen was on a mission, he had left still fuming with rage. Fortunately, at least the rest took it with humor. Kyojuro thanked him warmly and said he had never felt so comfortable there, Giyu said nothing and Gyomei just cried. You couldn't say for sure whether it was out of joy or because of something else. You didn't dare ask him about it either.

You let out a soft sigh. Your husband was an original.

But as much as you loved this man and you knew he meant well, you hoped he wouldn't come up with such an idea again next year. You desperately tried to banish the image from your mind of a somewhat irritated looking Santa Claus putting presents into one of Tengen's home-knitted penis warmers, which was hanging by the fireplace next to the usual socks. "Merry Christmas then," you murmured quietly to yourself before retreating back into the cozy warmth of your home. You were sure that some of the things about this festive season would be remembered for a long time to come.

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boysplanetrecaps · 9 months

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OMG, RED ALERT

friends. A new project group, EVNNE, is coming out, featuring all my faves. You may have already heard about it when it was called something like "BLIT". Anyway... read on for more info!

https://kprofiles.com/evnne-members-profile/

EVNNE is a new project group featuring: Park Hanbin, Lee Jeonghyeon, Mun Junghyun, Park Jihoo, Yoo Seungeon, Ji Yunseo, and Keita. I'm officially dead!

In case you forget who is who: Park Hanbin -- ended up being my one-pick in the end. The one who had blue hair at the beginning. The one who is the best leader and would always calmly but intensely kick his team's ass in the best way. The one who (1) knew he was going to get kicked out of his own team and (2) learned the choreography of two songs at the same time to protect himself. He was in Hot Sauce and Law and Switch, and made it to the finale. Lee Jeongyhun and Mun Junghyun -- I called them "Mun and Lee" a lot in my recaps, and the show made a lot out of their friendship. They were in the same initial audition group with Park Hanbin and Kim Taerae, when they covered that song by Ateez.

(In that video, Hanbin has blue hair; Lee is wearing a white short sleeved jacket; Mun is wearing mostly black with silver stripes on his pants) Lee made it closer to the finale, as MNET suddenly began pushing him hard. He also wrote the rap in the Over Me performance. Mun was in Very Nice and Ggang, and was supposed to be in Supercharger but got eliminated. Park Jihoo -- one of the two talented guys who did that great audition that MNET didn't show. In my recaps, I was a bit fascinated by the moment when Hui kicked him out of the big #1 chair and Jihoo said, "But I just got here." You probably noticed him for the first time when he sort of took over the Limousine group and helped guide Anthonny and Krystian into making a fantastic performance. Yoo Seungeon was the "titanium voice." Ji Yunseo is a sweet-faced guy who a little bit faded into the background through no fault of his own. They both auditioned with Kick It, along with future winners Han Yujin and Kim Gyuvin. In the Kick It performance, Seungeon is the one with the row of shiny dots on his pants. I can't figure out how to describe Ji YunSeo's outfit so here's a pic:

Seungeon went on to be in Very Nice Yunseo was the main vocal in Backdoor (which I was opposed to at the time, though he did a perfectly decent job). They both were in Home. Yunseo starts off sitting, while Seungeun is wearing the world's most hideous and poorly thought out sweater. Yunseo got eliminated after that, but Seungeun performed in Say My Name, wearing a green tie. And I really hope you remember Keita. You do, don't you? In case you forgot, I think his finest moment is in Zoom. (He's the one in the red hat).

You guys, I am so happy. I know this was announced a few days ago but I've been neck-deep in work getting ready for the August SAT administration and you guys, omg, I've been dancing around the house all day. My fella was like, "oh, how soon until they debut? have they dropped a teaser yet?" and I'm like OMG YOU SPEAK KPOP NOW

Anyway everything is good now that is all thank you

#Park Hanbin #Lee Jeonghyeon #Mun Junghyun #Park Jihoo #Yoo Seungeon #Ji Yunseo #keita #this is everything I wanted except Taerae isn't here but it's ok he's doing ok too #evnne #boys planet #boysplanet

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potatonugget7 · 11 months

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Something Worse Than A Spider, A Child.

The sequel to OH MY GODS THEY WERE ROOMMATES?! also posted on AO3. It’s been like two years but here we goooooo!

TWs: Fear of death, Spiders. 3.8 Words

Wilbur is having an absolute *field day*. He tripped and dropped a whole bundle of firewood, got stuck in a spiderweb and nearly eaten, oh and then he was also captured by a human. IT WAS FANTASTIC! Then he met his soulmate who APPARENTLY defies the laws of the universe because rules are meant to be broken I guess!

Soulmates; for some they’re lovers, for some they’re best friends. Either way they are meant to be inseparable pairs. Everyone’s got one; that one person with whom you’re supposed to spend your life with. They’re tied together with a metaphorical string, fate pulling them closer and closer together until the day they finally meet. Both bear matching marks on their wrists and have the ability to message each other by writing on their arm.

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Wilbur considered himself a very skilled borrower, a very well-educated borrower. With this information you may be wondering, how exactly did he find himself trapped in the sticky web of a garden spider? It’s a very short story. Unfortunately, this house was not the most ideal for a borrower, but it was his home, and moving was a lot of work. The biggest flaw was that it had children.

A very loud, rambunctious teenager with an unfortunate fascination with bugs, insects, and mud. Meaning it spent most of its time running around the yard. The yard that Wilbur had to traverse during his day-to-day life.

Now how does this tie in (ha, tie) to him getting stuck in a spider’s web? Unfortunately, the child had just gotten home, yelling at the top of its lungs of course, about its latest school project. Involving insects. And usually said child did all its bug hunting in the backyard. So he knew he had to hurry if he wanted to make it home alive.

But hurrying when you’re in the process of carrying a stack of firewood in your arms usually tends to cause accidents, which is exactly what happened. The brunet borrower couldn’t see where he was going over the pile of sticks in his arms, and ended up tripping over a few rocks and was sent stumbling right into the sticky webbing strapped to the tall gnarled roots of the oak tree in the backyard. Wilbur had been trying very hard to avoid the webs whenever he went outside, knowing the orb weaver it belonged to was not one to be crossed. It wasn’t a particularly massive spider, not bigger than him, not like ones he’d heard stories of. But it was much bigger than any ants or bees he’d seen in the garden. And he knew how bad their venomous bites were.

His little brother had had a run-in with it once, before they’d gotten separated. It had left him unable to move for a few days, and the nausea and fever that followed was awful. Wilbur had tended to him the entire time, and thankfully Tubbo had recovered.

The tall borrower wondered where he was these days, and prayed to Prime that he was safe. Though currently, he was praying for his own safety. Death by an orb weaver was not swift and painless. He’d be paralysed by its painful bite, and then wrapped up in the silky webbing to be eaten later… just like the moth he’d seen tied up in its web the week prior.

‘Oh here it comes now.’ he thought fatalistically as the webbing vibrated, and the bright yellow marked spider started climbing down the large web, its beady eyes trained on the brunet. Wilbur stared up at it with a frown, trying not to let his fear show. It wasn’t like he wanted to die. Quite the opposite. He was actually absolutely terrified, but struggling didn’t work. He’d tried at least a dozen times. The borrower looked down at his chest, glaring down at his ugly yellow sweater before closing his eyes, waiting for paralysis to take him.

Damn. He didn’t even get to say goodbye to his soulmate…

He opened his eyes again and stared down at his arm, his trench coat sleeve covering the pictogram on his wrist. It was a picture of a music note, a sword down the centre of the treble clef. Wilbur sighed sadly and looked up at his impending doom with a fierce glare.

“I hope you get indigestion, you yellow menace.” he spat as venomously as the orb weaver’s own poison. The spider hissed in response, pinching its venomous pincers. So apparently, spiders can speak English. Cool. Unless this spider was secretly his soulmate. But Wilbur sincerely doubted that. Never in a million years had he heard of cross-species soulmates. The idea was just absurd.

“Oh go shove a moth in it won’t you? We both know you’d never beat me in a fair fight.” Wilbur snarled out, glaring into the spider’s beady eyes.

Suddenly he felt the web vibrating more, continuously, but the garden spider wasn’t moving. The orb weaver seemed to pause, going still. If spiders were intelligent, he’d say he could see the gears turning in its head.

“What? Calling your mate are you? Am I a lunch date for the two of you or something??”

Then the spider ran away.

“...Uh… okay… bye then?”

Anxiety pooled in his stomach as the webbing vibrated more and more, but it wasn’t a spider. The ugly yellow bastard was already scuttling off into the tall grass. Wilbur could feel the tremors travel from the ground to the webbing, he could see the ground shaking. Thunder roared under the earth as something big stomped closer and closer, and before he knew it, he found himself engulfed in an impossibly massive shadow, a pair of giant shoes planted centimetres in front of him. Well, bigger spider could definitely be crossed off the list!

“Where’s that yellow spider… I know it’s around here. It’d be perfect!” a loud voice rumbled overhead, and the brunet hesitantly looked up, and up, worried that his greatest fears were about to smack him right in the face.

And he was proven right as he saw the creature casting the shadow, was none other than that giant blond menace of a human, standing over him, a glass jar in hand. It wasn’t looking at him… yet, instead scanning the tree branches for… the spider apparently. You know what? Wilbur was fine with this. The death traps could deal with each other. The human would probably win but at least it’d be putting the orb weaver out of his misery.

The borrower squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a small startled gasp as the blond suddenly stepped over him obliviously, still looking around the tree for the bright yellow spider. While that was scary… he wasn’t dead! Wilbur slowly reopened his eyes, shuddering as he felt the tremors still. Now was his chance to get free while the giant was distracted and the spider was elsewhere!

Wilbur focused on one arm to start, trying to rip his right arm free from the sticky silk. Then once he got it free, he could pull his knife out of his bag and-

“Woah… what’re you supposed to be?” a voice cut through his thoughts, and the borrower felt his heart skip a beat. Looking down, the shadow had changed. Slowly he looked up, and up, and met the gaze of the massive human. It was tall and lanky, taller than most humans he’d seen in his lifetime, yet had a child-likeness to its face. Massive icy blue orbs bore into his own, and Wilbur felt a shiver travel down his spine, only one word going through his head.

Fuck.

“Well? You can talk, can’t you little man?” the human crouched down in front of him, and the brunet gave it the most venomous glare he could muster despite the fact that he was trembling. The borrower rules, AKA his way of life, said under no circumstances should you talk to a human. It usually ended in getting dissected or something painful like that. But also, fuck the rules, this kid just had such an insultable face.

“So what if I can? What's it to you, big man?” he spat mockingly.

“Well, truth be told, you’re pretty unusual, and I just happen to be looking for something unique. You’re far more interesting than some garden spider that’s for sure.” the borrower tensed, trying not to show his nervousness as anxiety flooded into his mind like a tidal wave.

“I wouldn’t call myself particularly interesting actually. I’m a bit tied up right now, physically and metaphorically. So how about you help me out and we can just forget we ever met, yeah?” Wilbur tried, starting to sweat a bit.

“Hmmmmmm, nah,” the human gave him a toothy grin. “It’s not every day you find a tiny person in your backyard.” in all honesty, yeah that was understandable. But also fucking shit piss hell fuck shit-

The borrower let out a startled noise and visibly recoiled as a giant hand suddenly reached over and wrapped around his small frame, easily ripping him from the spider web and carrying him into the air.

“This- okay how about we make a deal?” he tried nervously, and the human raised an eyebrow.

“What sort of deal? I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent businessman and not easily persuaded.” Wilbur swallowed nervously as he was lifted higher up, held in front of the giant face, the kid nearly going cross-eyed to stare at him.

“Well, I’ll tell you the truth. I’m actually an alien.” he whispered.

“What.”

“That's right, I come from the planet of-... L’manburg…” the borrower said slowly.

“Sounds like bullshit but alright.” the human didn’t look convinced, but Wilbur continued the act.

“Wh- excuse me?? How dare you!”

“Look pal, I know aliens aren’t real. You’re coming with me, and that's that.” Wilbur’s stomach lurched as the human stood to its full height, and he was stuffed into it’s shirt pocket.

“Just a sec-” the colour drained from his face as the giant started fiddling with the mason jar it’d brought outside with it, and started unscrewing the lid. Wilbur had a feeling he knew exactly what it was for, and his anxiety was suddenly heightened. His heart rate went from one to a hundred in less than a second as giant fingers pinched the back of his trenchcoat and carried him into the air, before unceremoniously dropping him into the glass prison.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

He slowly scooted back until his coat pressed against the cold, hard wall. The brunet crossed his arms over his chest, hiding how they shook as he continued glaring up at the child.

“Are you aware kidnapping is a crime?”

“I’d hardly call it kidnapping when you’re the size of a mouse.” the human chuckled in response. Wilbur was knocked onto his hands and knees as the container jolted suddenly, and everything started moving. He took one look at the ground far below before yanking his head back and glaring up at the giant once again.

“N-not even going to ask for my name?”

“Would you tell me if I asked?” blondie raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe,” Wilbur crossed his arms. “Will you tell me yours so I can stop mentally referring to you as ‘child’?”

The human stopped in its tracks, sputtering out an offended string of noises.

“How fucking dare you! I am not a child you tiny bitch! If anything you’re the child!”

“And how exactly does that logic track?”

“Cos’ you’re short an’ shit.” the borrower raised an eyebrow this time.

“Yes well I think it’s been established I’m not a human. So you can’t hold me to human standards.”

"What are you then? Some weird mutated rat man? Or are you a faerie?" the jar was lifted higher, and Wilbur nearly fell flat on his face.

“Are you going to tell me your name or not?”

“Fineeeeeeeeeeeeee,” the blond rolled its eyes. “It’s Tommy, TommyInnit, the biggest man.”

“Uhuh…”

“What's yours then?” ‘Tommy’ questioned, staring holes into his head with his massive eyeballs. “Wilbur. No title.”

“Got any friends, Wilbur no title?” the human asked teasingly, and Wilbur scowled.

“Not that I can think of…”

“So no one to miss you? Well don’t worry, you and I can be the best of friends.” suddenly the jostling worsened tenfold, and the poor borrower was beginning to feel motion sick.

Fucking hell…

He tried his best to stay upright, sitting back against the glass with his palms pressed to the curved walls.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to pass.” he bit out.

“Wha- why?! I’m probably- no definitely, the coolest and greatest man you’ve ever met!” Wilbur crossed his arms.

“You put me in a jar, and you’re annoy-ing.” he enunciated the last word. The blond human obviously wasn’t happy with this answer. The stupid child sputtered and scoffed.

“Well- y’know- I- I might seem a little annoying at first- but I promise it’ll grow on you!”

“...I don’t care.” he wasn’t exactly scared of the human anymore… it was more like… a fear for his safety.

Tommy’s face scrunched up in anger, going bright red, Wilbur thought he looked like a tomato- He yelped as he was thrown against the glass again, and he realised the human was swinging the jar through the air… again.

"Can you not??" he grumbled out, but Tommy didn't stop swinging his arm back and fourth as he walked.

"What was that little man? You're so quiet I can't hear you!" the blond replied loudly in an exasperated tone.

"Oh my Prime you are such a fucking child-" he grunted in pain as he was slammed against the glass wall again.

"ALRIGHT FUCK! I'M SORRY!" his stomach lurched and he fell onto his back, but the jar finally stopped swinging.

"Apology accepted."

"Prime, do you humans really feel no shred of guilt?? Empathy??" Wilbur demanded.

"I do but you're being a bit of a dick right now if I'm being honest." Tommy stated firmly, and Wilbur clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms. He paused, and stared down at his arm. That's right… he had a chance to tell him soulmate his goodbyes now! The only blessing the human boy unknowingly gave him. Quickly he rolled up his sleeve,

'Techno are you there?' he wrote quietly, trying his best to remain inconspicuous so as to not get interrupted by the blond human.

'Hi. I just got home.' an answer appeared on his arm, causing it to tingle.

'I have some…' Wilbur paused, dread pooling in his stomach as he thought about what he was writing.

'Bad news.' he finished.

'Ok. What is it?' his soulmate responded, the message didn't look all too urgent, but Wilbur knew that was just how Technoblade was sometimes.

'I'm… I'm kind of in troubl-' he started to write, when the jar gave another violent shake, and smooth wood appeared below his feet. Looking around, Wilbur realised it was a table, the big one in the kitchen where all the humans ate. An intrusive thought wormed it's way into his mind at the implications of that.

Tommy sat down in front of him, just staring him down with those big blue orbs. Why did blue-eyed people always look scarier than everyone else?

"Well you got awfully quiet." Tommy started, and the borrower gave him a frown of malcontent.

"Apologies, contrary to what you might think,most people don't enjoy making conversation with their kidnapper." he bit out, pausing to look down at his arm as it tingled again.

"Alright, kidnapping is a strong word pal." Tommy interrupted, only to get ignored.

'With the police?' the message read, and he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, despite everything going on. The human stared at him like a madman.

"The fuck are you laughing about??"

"Something my friend said! Is it a crime to want to laugh now?!" Wilbur snapped, giving him a venomous glare. Tommy looked like he was going to yell or something unnecessarily aggressive again, but stopped, a new emotion crossed his features; guilt.

"You mean… your soulmate?" the blond asked slowly, in a surprisingly gentle tone.

"...Yes."

"Even… tiny people have soulmates?" Tommy asked, as if it was some wildly impossible concept. The brunet stopped himself from glaring, and instead swallowed down his anger and worry.

"Yes… of course we do. Everyone does."

"Actually, I don't." the blond replied bitterly, and Wilbur gave him a confused look.

"What? Don't humans have them?"

"Yes, but I don't," Tommy held his arm up to show the lack of a pictogram on his wrist. "Dadza said I'll get one eventually, but I don't think that's how it works…"

"Yeah… you look far too old to not have one…" Wilbur mumbled. He'd had his for as long as his memory dated back, and Tubbo's had appeared when he was only two or three. Wait- right Techno!

'No not the police! I mean a human Techno! This isn't the time to joke!' he scribbled quickly, ignoring how he could feel the human child's eyes burning a hole in his head. The silence that followed while Wilbur waited for a response was painful, but eventually it came.

'Oh. I'm sorry… I don’t know what to do. I hope they're nice.'

'Techno. Human trouble. Obviously they're not nice!' he wrote back quickly.

'So… is this a last words kind of situation?' the message appeared across his arm in slow motion, and a few tears began beading down his cheeks.

'Yes…'

"Are you… crying?" a voice rumbled above him, and Wilbur remembered exactly where he was. He scrubbed away the tears and glared up at the blond.

"No! Fuck off!" the brunet snapped, despite the fact that Tommy sounded genuinely concerned. His tone had completely shifted, and the look on his face was sympathetic as he laid his head on the tabletop, staring into Wilbur's glass prison.

"Alright, suit yourself. I'm just trying to help." the borrower's brain wasn't paying attention to whatever Tommy said as he watched another human enter the room. A red-eyed man with pink hair, his dark roots stealthily showing his natural colour. The pinket looked nervous, staring down at his arm as he walked behind Tommy towards the cabinet where the cups were kept. Wilbur felt his heart beating rapidly, anxiety and panic pooling in his stomach and spreading through his core once again.

"Hm?" Tommy looked between him and the pinket a few times before he realised what must be going on. Suddenly giant hands wrapped around the jar again and Wilbur felt his stomach lurch once more. Tommy held the jar in his lap and turned slightly, blocking his brother's view of it's contents, but not before the brunet caught a glance of his arm.

Technoblade's arm.

"Heyyyyy Blade." Tommy drawled out in the most suspicious tone ever.

"Hi…" he replied monotonously.

Wilbur's entire world had just come crashing down.

"So uh… what's going on with you? Why are you out here?"

"I'm making tea… and this is the kitchen." Techno deadpanned.

Techno was a human. His only friend, who made him feel safe and hopeful- and think that there were still other borrowers out there!

"You look kind of stressed." the blond pointed out obviously.

"Yeah… m' just worried about ny soulmate… he said some worryin' things and hasn't got back to me yet…" Wilbur hadn't even noticed the new message tickling his arm. He stared down at it in wide-eyed shock.

'I guess I should tell you something then.' the borrower swallowed nervously.

'That you're a human?' he wrote shakily.

Technoblade let out a small gasp, before looking around in confusion and worry.

"Hello?" the pinket asked aloud, and Tommy looked at him like an absolute lunatic.

'Help me. Techno I'm here. I'm trapped. Your little brother caught me.' he wrote desperately, panic bleeding into his writing.

There was a silence, before footsteps started thudding against the floor.

"Tommy." the pinket started, and held out his hand.

"What? What do you want?" the teen asked defensively, hugging the jar tighter to his person with a defiant glare on his face.

"Give me the borrower." Techno demanded calmly, though his aura radiated an intimidating strength. Tommy looked shocked for a minute, before he sneered and shook his head.

"Leave my tiny friend alone and go find your own."

Wilbur scoffed. Friendship was not what they had, that's for sure.

"Tommy. Give me my soulmate." the pinket tried again, sounding less patient. The borrower felt his mouth go dry and his heart clench. It really was Techno… and… he… actually wanted to help?

"Your soulmate?!" Tommy exclaimed in pure shock.

"Yes. His name is Wilbur."

"I know what his name is! But what do you mean soulmate?!" Tommy demanded, haphazardly setting the jar down on the table so he could make wild motions his hands.

"Hes tiny! How can you guys be soulmates when hes not even human?!"

"Don't know, don’t care." Techno stated dismissively before picking the jar up off the table, accidentally knocking Wilbur over….. again. The brunet pushed himself up and scooted back, a nervous look on his face as he pressed his back against the glass. So big… even bigger than Tommy… scary.

He met Techno's harsh, red-brown eyes, and swallowed nervously. Quickly they softened, but it did nothing to quell the poor borrower's anxiety.

"Well let's get you outta' here." Techno said before he started unscrewing the lid. Wilbur didn't have time to process anything as he was gently slid out of the jar and into the human's awaiting hand. The borrower immediately tensed up and braced himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he waited for the fingers to close around him like vicious claws. But it never happened.

Slowly he opened his eyes again and looked around, hugging himself. Techno was just staring at him.

"Um…-"

"Sorry- I didn't mean to stare… this is just really weird." the pinket put the jar down and took several steps away from the counter, moving his free hand underneath the other for support.

"You… you knew I was a borrower?" Wilbur asked finally.

"Mhm."

"A-and you never thought to mention you were a human??" Techno looked conflicted, before nodding.

"I figured it might complicate things so I kept it to myself."

"You- I- AHG!" he yelled, tugging at his hair.

"...So mind explaining exactly what's going on? I'm still confused" Tommy interjected.

"Nah. The big kids are busy." Techno replied unapologetically before walking out of the kitchen, and headed upstairs, taking Wilbur with him. Nervousness tugged at his gut, and after a minute, Wilbur worked up the courage to ask.

“Um… Technoblade… what exactly are you… going to do... with me?” the tall human sighed, pushing his bedroom door open with a creak.

“I’m gonna put you down, an’ you can do whatever you want after. I’d like for you to stay and talk… face to face, but I can understand if you don’t wanna do that.” he said in an honest voice.

The borrower mulled over the words as Techno walked across the room to his desk. He gently set Wilbur down on top of it, before sitting down in front of him.

“Well… I suppose I could stay for a little bit…” the brunet started hesitantly.

“Sounds good. Why don’t we start with how the little gremlin caught you?” Wilbur scoffed.

“I’d hardly call him little, but sure. It involves a web and the world’s worst garden spider.”

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