#he would constantly bring new people into the meetings who I was unfamiliar with

[linkemon]

Boysband AU headcanons (4ggravate) 2

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

For those unfamiliar with the concept, 4ggravate is the Sumeru guys who started a boyband. It comes from the same series as the widely known in the fandom 4nemo.

Working with idol groups involves trends changing like in a kaleidoscope. When 4ggravate entered the scene, it quickly became clear that they would conquer the world. Your label, after the huge success of 4nemo, decided to take another boys under their wing. You didn't know then how much work you would have to put into promoting them on the market...

Kaveh

✧ The most expressive member of the group. You'd even say it makes up for everyone else in this regard.

✧ Always there if you need to record additional video or behind-the-scenes content. This is what his fans see most often and he is the most into social media.

✧ It also has its downsides. Kaveh can be dramatic to the point where it's annoying. If he feels like it, he will walk out of the meeting with the film crew, complaining and slamming the door. Unfortunately, it will often be up to you to bring him back to finish the ad.

✧ He and Alhaitham are constantly arguing, which was a shock to you because they've known each other the longest out of the team. You usually try not to take sides or take turns so that neither of the two will take offense at you.

✧ Kaveh will dance, play, sing... He will fill any role if need be and he will be good at it. However, he feels the best while playing instruments.

✧ He studied architecture and constantly reminds that he knows art. However, this is not idle talk. He happens to come up with brilliant ideas about clothes or scenery while shooting music videos.

✧ Drinks secretly outside the studio. He almost got busted once when someone from the management decided to come to the apartment to hand over the documents but you just arrived before them and managed to put the can in your purse at the last minute.

✧ He wanted to thank you somehow and gave you the keychain. He once bought some handmade ones. He gives them only to exceptional people in his opinion.

Cyno

✧ He as an innate sense of justice. You can be sure that if anyone sees someone hurt, it will definitely be Cyno. He never stands aside. He immediately confronts who he needs to, which often put his career on the line. He would probably be willing to sacrifice it for the greater good. For example, he points it out to the older employees if they use younger ones on the set. He does it even at the cost of unpleasantness towards him. He has earned a reputation as unapproachable and stickler among industry associates.

✧ He loves to play cards. He collects entire collections of them. His favorite card game is TCG Genius Invocation. It got you interested enough to get into it. He's very happy about that because being in 4ggravate has made it a bit difficult for him to find someone he can physically play with without spreading rumors. He loves to explain the new rules to you and show you what he has hunted for his collection.

✧ There was a time when, like Kaveh, he argued with Alhaitham. Whatever happened, one day he came back changed. Since then, they've at least respected each other and making your life a little easier.

✧ He is often given rap parts to sing. Mainly because of his low voice.

✧ Fans marvel at how different he can be. The media tried to create his image as quite dark. This is how new fans often see him. Meanwhile, when they spend a little time with him, they understand that this is not the case at all.

✧ A dedicated Cyno fan site was created to collect his jokes. They are very dry. Some people even send him their suggestions for him to tell on streams.

Alhaitham

✧ Alhaitham believes in peace and quiet. You asked him once why he stayed at 4ggravate then. He replied that in this way he would earn enough to have money for his dream life for a long time. He calculated it all. He even showed you the entire spreadsheet on the computer.

✧ You don't know how he does it but he's learning all the time. Be it from books or from various types of courses. Ask him anything, about everything. He will always have an answer.

✧ He writes the lyrics of the songs. With no exception. He has a gift for words. He always knows how to put them together to use rhymes or puns. Composing is not his strong point, so the worst moment is when he has to collaborate with Kaveh, who is better in this field. Not that he would ever admit it.

✧ If he could, he would avoid interviews and meetings with fans. He doesn't like any of these activities. He goes mostly because he has to. For this reason, he does not have as many fans as Kaveh, but he is not very interested in it. The people who choose him as their favorite are usually those who are deeply interested in his words and where he draws inspiration from. And they always get accurate and in-depth answers that make him their number one forever.

✧ He does not part with the headphones. So much so that it became his sign. One time Kaveh took it for fun when he wasn't looking and broke them. You didn't want them to fight again, so you took the blame and returned it to him after it was fixed. He immediately knew it wasn't you and made you promise not to take the blame on yourself again. Despite this, the next day, there were notes on your desk regarding the marketing strategy for the next quarter. Interestingly, better than you'd ever do yourself...

Tighnari

✧ Tighnari has a very sensitive musical ear. Thanks to this, he remembers songs extremely quickly, especially new ones and perfectly matches the rhythm by dancing. He is usually praised above all for his flawless choreography.

✧ The boy is vegan. He deeply believes in unity with nature. In his opinion, there is no need to use animals in this way. Half of his social media consists of this.

✧ Helped launch an eco-friendly line of stuffed animals called Aranara. He gave you one of his first pieces as a thank you for helping with their publicity campaign.

✧ He lives in the belief that being an idol will allow him to convey certain values to his fans. He attaches great importance to the educational aspect. He often comes up with themes for new albums and is able to cleverly combine them with previous or subsequent ones.

✧ Tighnari is known for his sarcastic statements, which is why interviewers love him. He skillfully sweeps them away and hits remarks back, making them borderline controversial. Their viewership is really high.

✧ Hates the heat. You used to shoot scenes for a music video in the desert. You remember that he was perfectly prepared then. That's not to say he didn't complain about the heat but he was one of the few members on set who didn't get sunstroke. He reminded you regularly to drink plenty of water and lent you his hat.

✧ At the beginning of his career, he received a headband with rabbit ears from his younger friend Collei. When they were younger, they attended several survival camps organized by their school together. To this day, she is his biggest fan. Tighnari only pulls out these ears on special occasions.

#genshin impact x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x reader #cyno x reader #tighnari x reader #4ggravate #boysband au #headcanons #over teyvat #cyno #tighnari #kaveh #alhaitham

[aonungyou-shit]

Ma Rotxo [Part 2]

DNI/BYF

Ma Rotxo Masterlist

Pairing: Roxto x Lo'ak Twin Sister! Reader

Synopsis: You are running a little sick. But all that gets overshadowed when you talk about feelings.

( So sorry for the Delay! )

You Had gone closer to the tree’s today. Truthfully you had been so bored of being near the water. Also you were running really cold today so you figured it would be okay to skip today's lessons. And you Let Tsireya know. 

You were covering yourself in the shawl that your grandmother had weaved for you when you were but a little younger. And in this moment it made you feel safe and warm. 

“Y/N?” 

You jolted! Turning around to see Rotxo who had a basket on his head and one at his side. 

“My bad i didnt mean to startle you!” 

“Rotxo? Oh do you need help with one of those?” 

Rotxo smiled. Letting out a small huff before nodding. “Yes please” 

Smiling you took the basket on his head and looked inside. Small Rocks, Tree Roots and some bark was there. “What are you collecting?” 

“Some Herbs for some quick medicine. Roots and Rocks to mix em and all. I also have to gather some fruit farther into the trees” 

“Want me to help with that? Im Good with Tree’s” 

He let out a shy smile towards you looking at his empty basket before nodding. “Yes please” 

“Let’s go then!” 

Silently you two walked. Before it was you who made conversation 

“How are your sisters” 

“Well. They actually really want to meet tuk soon” 

“That’s great! Tuk need a new bundle of friends to play with!” You spoke excited as you let him lead you away. 

“They seem to really like you too. Constantly asking me if you’d come over after lessons” 

You laughed a little before looking at him “what, you never brought a girl to your house?” 

You watched as he turned into himself. His shy demeanor didn't go unnoticed by you. “No… not really” 

“Oh! Sorry. I figured you may have” 

“Why?” 

“Well why not? Your very kind. Gentle on the eyes. And i think of you as a very mighty man” 

Rotxo rose a brow at this. Never had someone thought of him as such. “Really?” 

“Yes. Its a real shame if no one’s looked at you that way” 

Rotxo paused now watching as you got ahead of him before he asks “why?” 

“What do you mean why?” 

“I mean im sure someone as you had many mighty warriors seeking to court you, What makes me .. special?” 

You stopped. Now turning to look at him. 

“Yeah i had a few suitors. All of which were mighty warriors. Always hunting, always helping take out the sky people. But they aren’t my type at all” 

“Really? What is your type?” 

You purse your lips together. Bitting the inner cheek before turning to look at him head on “you” 

Eywa, you swore it may have been the cold or how loopy your mind felt. But you also weren’t a coward. You faced far scarier creatures, you’ve taken out the demons before and yet admitting to liking a boy was terrifying. 

“Me?” 

“Sure! You’re not only kind but you don’t Have an ego as most of them did. You’re very sweet and i saw the way you looked after your sisters. You’re an ideal man in my book” 

Rotxo had a sudden rush of excitement run up his spine. As he came up next to you looking at you eye to eye. “So im really worth looking at?” 

“Of course you are. You are strong, yes. You're Wonderful. I dont mind that you dont go out to hunt. But i find it so charming that you take care of your family when needed” You said smiling , stopping in front of a tree that he had guided you too. 

“I think i should like you too meet my family”  Rotxo asked. 

You are smiling. The dull ache of your head was still there but it subsided and it left you at ease while you were talking to him. 

“So you want me to get that fruit?” 

“Yes please!”

“Wait down here and stick the basket up. Ill bring down many” You said gripping down on the tree. Its unfamiliar bark prickling at your hands as you kept climbing up and on. 

You noticed that it wasn’t at its ripe stage. Its color is a clear indicator. No doubt this being the only fruit that was safe enough for a metkayina to reach. 

You decided to head up to the sky where the air was clear and you could see as far as your eyes could reach. You missed feeling the wind this high. But you wasted no time throwing fruit down as much as you could before taking some down with your tail and your available hand. 

Roxto looked at the basket as you dropped it. Questioning if you in fact came back with the right thing. But offering your already bitten fruit he had no doubt. It was sweet with a savory taste. 

It was good, Eywa how thankful was he for you

“Come Let us deliver this to your family! Id be happy to see it to meet your family” You said, taking the basket you had previously in your hands. Waited for him to lead you to his home.

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@azaleaniath / @alana69s

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@fanboyluvr / @oasis-balli

#atwow imagines #atwow #avatar the way of water #rotxo x reader #atwow rotxo #rotxo x y/n #rotxo imagine #rotxo fanfiction

[marvel-starwarsfangirl]

Desix vs. Barton IV: how two missions reflect Crosshair's character

I'm back with another Crosshair analysis. One thing I noticed on my rewatch of "The Solitary Clone" and something I discussed with my cousin was the whole mission on Desix. The mission plays out like an episode of Clone Wars. Think about it: Crosshair is under the command of Cody, a seasoned military commander, they have to go fight separatists and droids, and liberate a government official. In Clone Wars, we have tons of characters fighting against separatists in order to liberate something or someone. Even Rebels had an episode like this called "The Last Battle." I personally think that this was intentional. The writers didn't have to bring back Cody or have a whole mission that plays out like a Clone Wars episode. It was something that my cousin said that made everything click: the mission is similar to Clone Wars because it represents everything Crosshair's holding on to.

Before the Republic fell, Cross and his brothers would be constantly going on missions to fight separatists and swarms of droids. In the Empire, the missions are to occupy planets or assassinate potential defectors and anyone who stands against them. When we meet Cross in the second season, he's struggling greatly; his internal conflict his eating him alive. His conversation with Cody at the end indicates just how tormented his truly is. But when he goes on the mission, he's presented with very familiar things that are reminders of days long past: Cody, separatists, and droids. Being a soldier is a big part of Crosshair's identity because he doesn't know who he is without it. I think in his mind, Crosshair continues to hold on to the Empire because of familiar missions like Desix. This reminds him of the good old days and if he can keep it that way, then he'll be fine. After all, this is what he was made to do and it gives him purpose. At the end of the mission, Crosshair shoots the governor after Cody refuses. And in my eyes, there are two interpretations as to why he made this decision. The first being, he's sparing Cody from making a hard choice. Cross is clearly attached to Cody as I mentioned in my past post. When Cody can't take the shot, Cross takes it to spare him from facing the other imperial governor's wrath. The other, even bigger, reason is because he's still holding on to his deep desire for belonging and the past. If Crosshair doesn't shoot the governor, then what happens to him? What happens to Cody? Will he be discarded? Abandoned? Crosshair can't fathom that idea. And so, in order to preserve everything that he fears will be lost, he makes the shot. On another note, Desix's color palette is all warm colors. While not very inviting colors, there's still a warm undertone nonetheless. Warm colors make people feel comforted and that's certainly something Crosshair wants.

Compare that to the mission on Barton IV. Barton IV is an ice planet; it's cold with an even colder color palette. There is no life other than the harshest creatures and people. The faces are also very unfamiliar to both Crosshair and us: Nolan and Mayday. In "The Solitary Clone," we still had Rampart and Cody, two characters we've known for years. If Desix was everything he was holding on to, then Barton IV is the complete opposite. In this episode, we see Crosshair letting go, both willingly and unwillingly. Cody made a choice to go AWOL, but not Mayday. Mayday wasn't given a choice and he died. Crosshair had to witness someone he cared about die before his very eyes. Has that ever happened to him before? Probably not. The mission itself is anything but familiar. There are no droids or separatists. It's actually a very dull and mundane task: watch cargo. When you think of the clones and their purpose, the first that comes to mind isn't watching cargo. And that cargo turns out to be nothing more than equipment for the new recruits aka, not clones. Is this what Crosshair signed up for? No. He's a soldier and the Empire is giving him a purpose. They are willing to keep him and send him out to do missions and maintain its grip on the galaxy. But that's not what we see on Barton IV; Barton IV is where the scrap heaps go: a rookie lieutenant who hasn't been on a mission in his life, unwanted clone troopers whom the Empire could care less about, and a forgotten sniper that desperately clings on to the remnants of his past. This is not a place for anyone.

The juxtaposition between the two is clear as day: Desix is warm and full of familiarity. Barton IV lacks any source of familiarity and is as cold as ice (pun intended).

Furthermore, "The Outpost" is Crosshair's breaking point. After trying to cling on to everything in "The Solitary Clone," he has to let it all go in "The Outpost." There is no life on Barton IV; it's all stripped away. Now that I think about it, "The Solitary Clone" represents Crosshair's mask while "The Outpost" is his true self underneath. The mission on Desix feels very familiar and makes Crosshair feel useful. But in "The Outpost," we see a dull, barren wasteland with a mission as bleak as the terrain itself. Crosshair's internal mental state is also just as bleak. He knows he can't keep going the way he has; all semblance of the old days are gone. The Empire doesn't care if he dies. If anything, the Empire is trying to rush along his deterioration so they can get better replacements.

It's so interesting to see how two different missions on two very different planets can reflect a character's internal growth. Crosshair is such a well written character and I love him so much. He's definitely one of my favorite character of all time.

I do have one more analysis planned, this time on the rest of the BB so keep an eye out for that. Thank you for reading and take care!

#star wars #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb meta #commander cody #guys crosshair is phenomenal #one of the best written characters in modern day star wars #the solitary clone #the outpost

[lunarrosespirits]

Meet Teke the Ice Vampire [Mod Lilac]

As part of our Yule Event we will be announcing 3 new spirits! Please meet Teke the Ice Vampire as the first!

Name: Teke (pronounced Tek-uh)

Species: Ice Vampire

Gender: male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality:  straight

Alignment: gray

Personality: Teke is quiet and introverted, while also seemingly cold, no pun intended. His communication style is a little shorter so that those who are unfamiliar with him might think he’s rude, however, he just likes to be clear, concise, and get to the point. 

  He’s very observant and often takes the time to make sure that those around him are taken care of, especially if they’re too busy to take care of themselves, yet will never make a fuss about it. He’ll often be silent during activities together, disappear for a bit, and then come back with food, water, or whatever else the other people in the group need. He does this without prompting, without anyone asking. He is classic “tsundere” of being cold, nearly aloof, and nearly silent, but learning about those around him, and those that he cares about and doing whatever he can to provide for them and bring them comfort.

Over the time that I have known him he has started to chat with me more often, but it takes time, patience, and trust on both parts for him to get comfortable enough to talk with you without prompting. 

Description: Teke is an ice vampire. His mother is an energetic/sanguine vampire, his father an ice elemental spirit. He feeds on energy but also on blood. He has control over some ice magic, frost magic, and prefers colder climates. He is about 6’1”, and often dresses in darker colors such as black, gray, and navy blue. His go-to outfit is a mock turtleneck sweater and heavy trousers. He is broad-shouldered and fit, and often does things that require physical exertion for those around him without them asking - such as making sure firewood is chopped and stacked, helping to prepare the ground for planting, etc. In his own way, he fusses endlessly over the people around him. He has short, icy gray hair that falls messily onto his forehead. His eyes are icy blue, and he has thick eyelashes that frame his eyes. His canine teeth are a little longer than average, but not so long as to be completely noticeable. His skin is icy pale, sometimes with a very light blue sparkle to it, especially if he’s been performing frost magic.

Hobbies: snowboarding, skiing, ice hockey, ice fishing - most winter sports, tossing and flipping his knives, hand to hand combat training, whittling, cooking heart meals, reading.

Likes: the cold, snow, ice, outdoors, nature, cozy nights in after being in the fresh air all day, hearty foods, fresh baked bread, Yule, the forest, peace and quiet

Dislikes: deserts, extreme heat, those who violate consent, unnecessarily loud people, being kept inside for too long

Favorite color/s: dark blue, black, gray

Favorite animal: polar bears, arctic fox, lynx

Closest spirit friend: Merry the Snowdrop Elf, Bryn the Mountain Troll

Magic: some weather, ice, snow, frost, some glamor magic, protection magic including obfuscation.

Companionship: Teke would prefer a companionship in which he can become a friend but doesn’t need to carry the conversation, or be the one to constantly reach out. He doesn’t mind a larger family and would be content to “fly under the radar” at times. He doesn’t need to be the center of attention, but would like some quality time spent, although he doesn’t want to be the one to have to initiate that all the time.  He would like a vessel, and is open to ideas for one. 

Bonding activities: Walking in Nature, sparring and other martial arts, games of intellect and strategy, such as chess, listening to music while relaxing indoors, outdoor games and activities

Price: $44

Conjurer: Mod Lilac Moodboard by Mod Cattail If you're feeling called to Teke please apply for him here

#lunar rose mod lilac #lunar rose spirit services #lunar rose spirits #lunar rose #yule event

[ofbrokenfaith]

you’re on your own, kid II FALCIEN

I waited ages to see you there. I search the party of better bodies just to learn that you never cared. You're on your own, kid. You always have been. 

“Dude, you cannot just summon me whenever the fuck you want, you know that, right?” Fallon asked as she walked into Lucien’s apartment. She threw her bag on the ground, hands on her hips as she looked at him expectantly. “I have done literally so much magic for you over the past few days, I don’t know what else you could possibly need.” 

Lucien gave her an amused look, shaking his head. “Your mother would have your tongue if you spoke to her that way, you are aware of that, yes?” 

It was Fallon’s turn to chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “My mother also wouldn’t fuck you and I can only guess that it’s because you’re packing less than a roll of pennies below the waist, but don’t worry, I hear that penis pump technology gets better by the day.” Lucien is already opening his mouth to speak again when Fallon holds up a hand to stop him. “Let’s leave mother dearest out of it, okay, pumpkin?”

Annoyed and defeated, he relents, waving her further into the apartment. She follows, arms crossed as she takes in the surroundings. Fallon had been the one to spell Lucien’s apartment for him, making it safe from anyone that wasn’t invited in, vampire or not. The hot guy that was either asleep or dead on the couch was definitely new. “Who’s the hunk?” she asked, taking a seat. 

“His name is Devin. People have names and feelings, Fallon,” Lucien answered, bringing her a glass of wine. She made a face, wishing it was whiskey, but accepted it anyhow. 

“That’s kind of rich coming from you. Are you not the same guy that only refers to Aunt Caroline as ‘that annoyingly persistent blonde’ or some variation?” 

Lucien scowls, hating that she constantly made sense and poked holes in every single thing he said. She truly was a De Martel. It was frustrating and enthralling all at the same time. “Do I not pay you to be nice?” he asked, eyes narrow. 

“No,” Fallon answers, downing her wine, standing up and rubbing her hands together. “Now, enough, chit chat. I gotta go meet a man about some molly after this and if you keep yammering you’re gonna make me late. I need money, you need magic. Now what’s the hunk here for?” 

Right on time, the aforementioned man woke up with a start and Lucien brought him a glass that could have been wine, but Fallon’s heightened senses told her was actually blood. “Ew, you turned him?” she asked, her nose wrinkling as Lucien forced the very confused Devin to drink. 

As soon as he had downed his fill and the fangs had grown in to prove it, Lucien snapped the man’s neck again, dusting off his suit before looking at Fallon. “I need you to put me inside him.” 

“You want me to be your fluffer?” she asked, obviously disgusted and starting to head for the door. 

“No, Fallon. Jesus Christ. I need you to put my essence, inside of him. I don’t want anyone to recognize me the next time that I leave the house, or for the immediate future.” 

“Oh.” That was a lot less gross for her, if she was being honest. “That’s fine. Kinda annoying to do since I have to keep your stupid regular body safe too. You give me a thousand bucks and we’ve got a deal.” 

Lucien rolled his eyes, pulling out his wallet and passing Fallon over the amount she asked for. He knew that she extorting him, over charging like hell, but he couldn’t say no to her. She was Aurora’s child, after all. 

“Thanks,” she said with a small smile, genuine for once. “Alright, let’s do this, you fucking freak. Lay down. I’ll do the hard part and you just relax.” 

Lucien did as she said. It was painless, for him at least. When he woke, his body felt unfamiliar and he grinned, knowing it must have worked. Fallon was already gone, and his body was nowhere in sight. A note from her stated that she had spelled his coffin to be invisible and he couldn’t help but feel proud. She was a good kid. 

And him? Well, Lucien Castle was a new man. 

#sp #you're on your own kid #WOOHOO

[fallinallincurls]

Underneath the Tree

merry christmas eve!! i’m so excited to be sharing this fic with you! this is part of the holiday fic challenge that @ghostyjosty is hosting and i had so much fun writing this as my contribution! kelly clarkson’s song “underneath the tree” heavily inspired this idea so feel free to listen and see if you can spot some of the little hints to the lyrics.

hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx

prompt: “however many years we have left, i want to spend them all with you.”

word count: 5.2k

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You have always loved Christmas. Ever since you were a little girl, the excitement of the holiday season quickly became one of your very favorite things. Whether it was baking and decorating cookies, relishing in the excitement about gifts under the tree while trying to fall asleep on Christmas Eve or decorating the tree, you loved everything about the 25th day of December.

The childlike magic never rubbed off for you. Even as you grew up, the wintry holiday always brought that same indescribable feeling of warmth and happiness. While still keeping countless family traditions alive, your enthusiasm shifted to new things to enjoy like putting together gifts for others and quality time with loved ones.

Everything was perfect until you hit your twenties. Then, every Christmas dinner became littered with questions about your love life. All of your cousins started bringing their significant others to meet the family during the special holiday get together and most of them stuck around for more than just a year. The attention constantly turned to you, wondering if you had a boyfriend or if you’d like to get married in the future.

Soon, you were the only one at the table without a partner by your side. You spent a majority of dinner at the kids table counting olives on your fingers and playing silly games because that was the only way to escape the onslaught of questions and pitiful looks from everyone else. 

Up until then, you didn’t notice the apparent absence by your side during the holiday season. You still loved Christmas, despite realizing that spending it alone when you get older takes away some of the joy. It’s the most wonderful time of year except if you’re single. 

But all of that changed last year when you met Nate.

You had just moved to Denver a few months earlier, crossing the country to call the Mile High City your new home thanks to a once in a lifetime job opportunity. The whole ordeal was terrifying but amazing in so many ways and you only knew one person in the unfamiliar city, your good friend Mel Landeskog. She welcomed you with open arms, showing you around and reminding you that she’s always a phone call away. You were happy to have time with her again after she moved so many years ago when she fell for Gabe. 

Christmas came and went again. Your family asked about your new career, what it was like to live in Denver and of course, when were you finally going to bring a boy home? That aching hole in your heart opened once more which continued to steal a tiny bit of the holiday’s magic and make the day a little more dreary than you remember in the happy memories you have stored away.

A few days after you returned to Denver, Mel invited you over for a big New Year’s party she was throwing and you couldn’t say no. What did you have to lose? You needed to branch out and meet some new people anyway, plus it would be good to go out and have fun ringing in the new year. The only thing you didn’t take into consideration was that the entirety of the Colorado Avalanche team would be there because Gabe is the captain after all. 

You’ve never met any of them before so Gabe does the honors of introducing you to everyone. EJ, who immediately makes you laugh and is proud to show off his missing teeth. Tyson, who is so full of energy you wonder how he isn’t bouncing off of the walls all the time. JT, the only one who shakes your hand formally and introduces himself like he’s meeting the Queen. And on it goes until you get to the last of Gabe’s teammates.

Nate.

The moment his blue eyes meet yours, the world seems to stop turning and the small smile playing at the corner of his lips makes your heart flutter. He bashfully says hi before telling you that you look beautiful as blush tints his cheeks. He’s much shyer than the rest of the guys, but you think he is the absolute cutest although you can’t put your finger on why. It also doesn’t go unnoticed that he’s the only other person at this party who’s single. 

Of course he is.

And although you feel like this might be a setup of some kind, you spend the rest of the night at Nate’s side. He’s charming and sweet, but a little reserved and there’s something about him that makes you feel like he’s what’s always been missing from your life. 

You’re tucked into his side as the last few seconds of the year tick down. The countdown starts and for the first time since arriving, you realize how awkward it’s going to be when everyone gets to share a midnight kiss except for you. And Nate. But just as you hear the loud cheers of “five, four, three, two, one!”, you let go of all of your worries and simply celebrate welcoming in another year.

Until Nate lightly tugs your hand to get your attention. The rest of the room falls away and it’s just the two of you with glasses of champagne in hand and smiles plastered on your faces. His gaze is soft and he leans in to press a tender, but quick, kiss to your cheek. 

“Happy New Year, Y/N.” Nate murmurs just loud enough for you to hear. Your heart is racing and an unfamiliar feeling settles over you, one that you never want to disappear. You repeat the words before leaning up to reciprocate the kiss, lips brushing against his cheek for a brief moment. 

That was the start of it all. The very next day, you got a text from Mel that Gabe was being asked by a particular linemate for your number because he forgot to ask the night before. You can’t stop the smile from blossoming across your face as you respond with the okay that her husband can give Nate what he wanted.

Now almost a year later, you’re in the middle of the holiday season and getting ready to celebrate Christmas with your family like usual. Except this time you won’t be returning to the East Coast alone because Nate will be with you. And although you’re looking forward to spending your favorite holiday with the boy who you have fallen in love with back in your hometown, you can’t wait to introduce Nate to your family for the first time. And finally put an end to the ridiculous questions that have slightly ruined Christmas for you.

But as you unpack your bags in the guest room of your parents’ house, the universe seems to have different plans in mind because when you answer Nate’s call, everything falls apart within seconds.

“What do you mean you’re stuck in Denver?”

Your boyfriend lets out an exasperated sigh on the other end of the phone and you know he’s running a hand through his hair while nervously biting on his lip. The few seconds of silence almost confirms your fears, but you wait for Nate to respond.

“This huge storm is passing through and they’ve grounded all flights so I’m stuck in Denver. Well, I’m stuck in the airport, but.” Nate explains with a small chuckle, hoping to lighten up the situation. You appreciate the effort he’s making, but your heart's already breaking and you desperately try to keep your emotions in check.

“You’re supposed to be here, Nate.” You whisper, unable to stop your voice from cracking and revealing how upset you are even though the stupid snow storm is out of yours and Nate’s control.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m going to get some answers and be on the first flight out of here, okay? I promise. There’s no way I’m missing Christmas with you and your family.”

“Okay,” You murmur, blinking back tears. “I’ll let my parents know just to keep them in the loop, but I’m really hoping you somehow make it. Don’t do anything stupid or dangerous to get here, you hear me? It’s not the end of the world if you aren’t here for Christmas and I’d rather have you safe.”

“But I know this is really important to you so I’m going to try my best. I’m sorry.” Nate replies, words heavy with despair.

“It’s okay, bubs. Just stay safe and keep me updated. I love you.”

“I love you too, babe, so much.” Goodbyes are exchanged and the moment the call disconnects, you let a few sobs rack through your chest. This isn’t the worst possible thing that could ever happen, but you had been so excited about spending the holiday with Nate and finally silencing your family for once and for all.

Your decision to fly out early in order to spend one extra day with your family seemed silly now. Nate had one game before the league’s break started and it was more logical for you to get the precious time and just have Nate fly in a day later. But that plan has clearly backfired thanks to the unpredictable winter weather and you’re already preparing to spend the holiday alone again. 

As you’re trying to calm down in order to prepare to walk downstairs and break the unfortunate news to your parents, your hockey star boyfriend is scrambling on the other side of the country. 

Denver International is currently swamped with thousands of stranded passengers who are also stressing about getting to their destinations now that the snow has put a damper on their plans. Nate’s never been someone to get worked up about situations out of his control, but this is the most inconvenient time for something like this to happen.

When you tentatively explained the story about your family’s questions that dominate Christmas dinner, Nate promised that he’d be there this year. He knows he’ll be the first person you ever bring home and it does make him a little nervous, but all he cares about is sitting by your side and partaking in all of your holiday traditions because that’s where he belongs. And he knows this is a really big deal for you which is why he’s angry a dumb storm has prevented from following through on his word.

Hoping to find some information, he heads towards the kiosks where lines have already formed of passengers who are also looking for answers. For a split second, Nate considers using this status as one of the NHL’s biggest stars to his advantage here, something he rarely does because he’s really still just a boy from a small town in Nova Scotia who somehow made it. But at the moment, he’s willing to try whatever it takes to get to you.

He finally steps up to the counter and is face to face with a woman who is clearly expecting the same round of questions that countless others have asked. Instead, he skips right to the point while remembering to be polite like always.

“The first flight. I want, no, I need to be on the first available flight out of here. I don’t care if there’s layovers or whatever. My girlfriend is going to have to spend Christmas alone because of me and I can’t let that happen. 

“Sir, the best I can do is take your flight information and notify you when something becomes available. But don’t get your hopes up. We’re not expecting the storm to pass for at least six or eight hours.” She replies in a kind voice, hoping he’ll understand. Nate just nods, sliding the necessary documents across the counter. After she confirms that he’ll be the first to hear when flights are ready to go again, he thanks her and immediately pulls out his phone to send you a text.

Nate: minimum of six to eight hours before the storm passes. could be longer before flights start leaving again. I don’t know if I’m going to make it, but trying my damn hardest. call if you need anything, okay? I love you

The message from Nate comes through just as you enter the kitchen where your parents are wrapping the variety of gifts that need to be placed underneath the tree. 

“Mom, Dad.” You start, steadying your voice as they both look up with curiosity. “Um, I know I told you Nate was coming to Christmas this year, and he is, but there’s a very likely chance he won’t make it. Not because he’s ditching or anything like that, he would never, but there’s a bad storm in Denver that’s grounded all flights so he’s stuck there until further notice.” The confession comes out in one long ramble and you hope they understand so there isn’t a need to repeat anything. 

“Oh hun, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure he’s trying his best to get here, but it isn’t a big deal. We can’t control the weather.” Your mom consoles you, instantly recognizing the emotions on display across your face. “There will be plenty of extra cookies and leftovers you can bring back to him.”

With that, the conversation comes to a quiet end and you silently help with the last remaining tasks so the house is ready for all the expected guests. You try to ignore the weight in your chest, but nothing heals the hole in your heart. Not the cookie prepping, singing along to Christmas music or the excitement about seeing your little cousins. Nothing could erase the pain of what it’s going to be like celebrating another Christmas by yourself even though the person you love more than anything should be here.

That night when you’re cozy in bed, you FaceTime Nate and spending the time together, even virtually, makes you smile and fills you with love. He tells you all the crazy stories about what’s happened at the airport so far including a fight breaking out in Starbucks over the last cake pop, a little boy coming up and asking if he’s really Nathan MacKinnon before Nate had to help find his mom and your personal favorite, how he almost lost his phone but it was really in his pocket the whole time. Seeing his charming smile and hearing his sweet laugh made you forget about the cold side of the bed next to you along with how he’s still on the other side of the country.

“Alright, baby, I saw that yawn. Get some sleep, I know tomorrow’s a busy day. If anything changes, I’ll let you know but as of right now, it looks like I’ll still be here for a while.” Nate says softly, blue eyes full of adoration that appears just for you. 

“Try and get some sleep yourself, bub. Although I’d pay to see you squished into one of those tiny airport chairs.” A giggle slips past your lips at the thought of your six foot tall hockey player boyfriend trying to get comfortable in a space way too small for him. 

“I’ll see you soon.” Nate murmurs, blowing a kiss to the camera in the cheesiest fashion before you say goodnight and drift off with a rekindled hope that the love of your life might make it home by some miracle.

But when you wake up the next morning, on Christmas Eve, the situation is significantly worse. Nate’s messages are a string of updates with the last one telling you the runways have iced over and crews are heading out now in an attempt to clear the snow so planes can begin leaving. The little amount of hope you had continues to dwindle away, but you let him know you love him and get ready for all the festivities of the day.

Christmas Eve contains as much celebrating in your family as Christmas Day does. The annual cookie decorating contest happens today along with exchanging one gift after dinner before everyone piles on the couch to watch The Polar Express with big mugs of hot chocolate. There’s a smile on your face throughout the entire day and although you’re faking it a little bit, the same magic of the holiday fills your heart unexpectedly. 

You win the cookie decorating contest for the third year in a row, taking home the crown again thanks to the adorable Avs jersey you perfectly created. Your little cousins help you make everyone’s hot chocolate while trying to sneak some of the desserts early. The gift you get to open is a special edition of one of your favorite books from your parents. Despite the sadness weighing heavy on your heart and the constant back and forth of talking with Nate all day, when you settle in for the movie, you feel a tiny bit better than yesterday.

Maybe you’ve come to terms that he won’t make it, the chances are unlikely and in less than twelve hours it’s going to be Christmas. Or maybe you knew deep down that you’d be spending the holiday alone again even though you had a significant other. Whatever it is, the strong emotions are kept at bay just enough to make you forget about how Nate is supposed to be cuddled into your side and partaking in all the traditions too.

Until everyone goes home. The house goes quiet after the countless goodbyes are exchanged and you head upstairs to FaceTime Nate again, who last time you checked was still stranded at the airport. But once you’re settled in bed and make the call, you receive no answer. 

“Nathan,” A small whine slips past your lips. You hope he’s getting sleep and is at least able to get back to his apartment soon if he can’t make it here, but that thought also makes your heart ache because your sweet boy doesn’t deserve to spend Christmas alone. “I’m so stupid for thinking this would work out.”

Instead of pouting and letting the sorrow consume you when it should be excitement rushing through your veins, you decide it’s late enough to sneak downstairs and carefully place all your gifts underneath the tree. You gather the numerous presents designated for each family member and Nate’s too, just in case, before padding down the staircase. 

The house is still, but the living room is bathed in the beautiful golden light from the Christmas tree. A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips at the scene. It’s silent moments like this that remind you how much you love every part of the holiday. Without wasting any more time, you begin placing your neatly wrapped gifts under the tree to join the already large pile that has accumulated for tomorrow. Although the presents look pretty, you can’t help but let your mind wander to how much more this would mean if Nate was holding you tight and making you laugh in that effortless way he always does. 

He’s all you need right now. All you want. 

A series of soft knocks at the front door float through the quiet house, disrupting your thoughts. You glance at the clock which confirms it’s 1:29 a.m. and you can’t help but wonder who would be at your parents’ house this late on Christmas Eve.

“What in the world?” You mumble under your breath as you leave behind the few presents that still have to be placed underneath the tree. Without looking through the peephole, you unlock and open the door. A burst of freezing cold air makes you shiver at first but when you take in the sight in front of you, every breath is stolen out of your lungs.

Nate is standing on your doorstep as if this had been the plan all along. He’s bundled up in his black puffer winter jacket, hands stuffed in his pockets as he rocks back and forth on his heels almost nervously. Several of the snowflakes falling from the sky have settled in his tousled blonde hair, giving him the look of a Hallmark movie love interest. His cheeks are rosy, a faint pink tint coloring his skin, undoubtedly from a mix of blush and the reaction to the cold air outside. And his eyes. Those blue eyes you adore so much are sparkling with a kind of happiness that you swear makes him glow and fills your heart to the brim.

You don’t think Nate has ever looked more handsome and just so him. This is the boy you love more than anything. And he’s standing right in front of you when it shouldn’t be possible. But he’s here which is where he should be.

A few seconds pass, although it feels like an eternity, before you are somehow able to find your words again.

“Nate? What- what are you doing here?”

Instead of answering your question, the shy yet bright smile that’s reserved only for you appears on his face. The familiar warmth of love fills your chest at the sight. “Merry Christmas, baby.” 

“This is real? Not some cruel joke that my delusional, sleep deprived brain is playing on me?” You ask, unable to comprehend that your boyfriend is actually here. Maybe he looks more perfect than ever, but you don’t know how it’s possible for him to be standing in the snow on the front step of your parents’ house after getting stranded in Denver.

“Not a joke or a dream. I can promise with everything in me that this is real. I’m here.”

The biggest smile blossoms across your lips as an unbelievable amount of happiness rushes through your veins. There’s only one thought in your head at the moment and you don’t hesitate to voice it.

“Kiss me.”

Nate doesn’t need to be told twice. He quickly closes the gap between the two of you, enveloping you in a tight embrace that keeps you tucked into his body and warm jacket. His lips find yours in a passionate, tender kiss that speaks a million unspoken words. While your hands get tangled in his hair, Nate tries to pull you closer and eventually, your matching smiles make it hard to keep kissing as you are. He leans in for one, two, three more kisses before leaning back just enough to admire you.

And god, you look beautiful.

“I can’t believe you’re here.” The words are hardly louder than a whisper but Nate catches every single one. Your hand drops to his cheek where you brush your thumb over his cheek and he slightly nuzzles into your touch. 

“You really didn’t think I wasn’t going to show up, did you? A little snow can’t stop the Dogg.” Nate jokes, earning an eye roll from you and a light hit to his chest, but you’re so overwhelmed with happiness that the comment makes you laugh. The joyful sound is Nate’s favorite thing in the world and his heart soars with love in the moment.

“Shut up,” You giggle, pulling him in again for another deep kiss. This one is more urgent and full of emotion, but you still melt into him and allow the feeling of home to envelop you. There’s nothing else that matters right now. Nate is here for Christmas and in your arms again. There isn’t anything else you could ask for.

After reluctantly pulling away just to press your forehead against his, you kiss the tip of his nose and meet his ocean blue eyes. The snow is still falling in a beautiful way, but the cold air shocks you again even though you’re pressed against Nate.

“Come on, bubs, let’s get inside. It’s freezing out here.” 

You take Nate’s hand and lead him inside. Tears prick at your eyes with the realization the person you love so dearly is here despite how only minutes ago you were under the impression you’d be spending another Christmas alone. Nate senses the change in your emotions and doesn’t hesitate to wrap his strong arms around you in a tight hug. He places a sweet kiss to the top of your head as you snuggle in closer, committing every detail of this to memory.

“I got you something.” Nate murmurs softly, a smile evident in his voice. You look up and admire how the glow of the Christmas lights accentuates his facial features, once again reminding you how perfect he is in every way.

“You didn’t have to. You being here is more than enough.” 

Nathan doesn’t try to argue or say anything else. Instead, he just pulls out something from his pocket. Your brows furrow in confusion, but watch with pure curiosity which Nate finds adorable. 

“I didn’t have time to wrap it, obviously, and I promise that I have a real gift for you, but here you go.” Ever so gently, Nate places a tiny snow globe in your hands. A little red ribbon is stuck atop the glass ball, but the inside is a miniature version of Denver, the city you now get to call home and share with the wonderful boy in front of you. With a shake, snow starts to fall over the cityscape and you can’t help but smile. “I know it’s a little silly, but it’s a reminder that no matter what happens, we’ll always make it through together.”

“This is so sweet, Nate. Thank you.” You say with genuine honesty, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Let me put it on the mantle and put the last gifts under the tree then we can go to bed, yeah?” 

In only a few minutes, thanks to the help from your boyfriend, everything is ready to go for tomorrow. The small snow globe is sitting right above the fireplace for everyone to see and as you’re getting settled for bed again, this time with Nate, a giddy feeling that can only be described as the magic of Christmas overcomes you. You’re still worried that when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll realize all of this is some dream. But the moment you cuddle up with Nate under the covers and let out a sigh of contentment, you know there is nowhere else either of you belong and this is real life. 

“Thank you.” The words are a mumble against Nate’s chest as sleep starts to take over, but you mean them nonetheless. There is no one more determined than Nathan MacKinnon and although that usually shows itself on the ice when he’s working towards the ultimate dream of winning the Stanley Cup, today that part of his personality is the reason he made it to you.

“Nothing to thank me for, babe. I’m really happy to be here with you. We took the complicated way, but I wouldn’t trade this for anything.” You press a kiss to his shoulder and relish in the pure love that’s filling your heart, but just as you’re about to drift off to sleep, Nate says one more thing that stays with you even in your dreams. “However many years we have left, I want to spend them all with you.”

When the sunlight wakes you up the next morning, the same feeling of adoration is present and it’s hard to wipe the smile off your face when you remember what happened last night. Those last words of his are still fresh in your mind too. Sure enough, Nate is still sleeping peacefully next to you and you take in the sight for a few seconds before peppering his face with kisses.

“Merry Christmas to you too.” Nate chuckles when his eyes open and he pulls you closer. There’s still a decent amount of shock evident because even he can’t believe how he managed to make it to you in time for the holiday, but Nate isn’t going to waste a single second with you. 

“Merry Christmas, bubs.” You reply, running a hand through his hair and letting the comfortable silence settle once again. “We do have to get up for breakfast though. No one else knows you’re here so it might be a bit of a surprise when we get downstairs.”

“Is your mom making her famous waffles that you insist are like heaven on earth?” Nate asks and when you nod in confirmation, he’s the one practically pulling you out of bed. “What are we waiting for then! I have to try what you’ve been hyping up since we met.” A mixture of laughter fills the air as you both get ready to head downstairs and join your family. 

For the first time since Nate’s arrival last night, you’re nervous. This is the first time Nate is formally meeting everyone and you can tell he’s a little anxious himself even if he’s hiding it well, but you’re worried that the snowstorm which delayed his initial flight might have tinted their view of him already. The chances are slim, but you squeeze Nate’s hand in reassurance and calm your own nerves when the two of you walk into the kitchen.

“Oh Y/N! Good, I was just making your plate.” Your mom exclaims happily sensing your presence without even looking as she continues to move around the kitchen. At the table, your dad is writing out the last few cards for your family members coming for dinner later so his attention doesn’t turn to you immediately.

“Actually, mom, you might have to make another one if that's okay.” You respond with a smile, glancing at Nate who looks both happy and hesitant at the same time. Before your mom says anything else, she turns to face you and that’s when she sees who is standing next to you.

“Nathan! I thought you got stuck in Denver and couldn’t make it?”  

“I was able to, um, work something out as soon as flights were cleared to take off again. I couldn’t miss Christmas here, but I do apologize for arriving much later than originally planned.” Nate explains with a shy smile. “I hope it’s okay that I’m still here.”

“Of course it is. We’re so happy to have you. I’m sure Y/N is glad you’re both safe and able to spend Christmas with us. She has been talking about it for months.”

“Mom,” You warn playfully, but Nate chuckles which immediately makes your heart swell.

“Sit, sit. Waffles are almost done and the toppings are all ready to go so just get settled.” Both you and Nate listen to her instructions, sitting in chairs right next to each other at the table. Your boyfriend jumps into a conversation with your parents as if he’s done it a thousand times before. Keeping his hand in yours under the table, you watch their sweet interactions and it feels like everything is falling into place. 

You know right then that you’ve found exactly what you’ve been looking for your whole life. A love that’s meant for you and that heals your heart while making you feel incredibly alive. All because of Nate. And seeing him in your childhood home like he’s always belonged at the kitchen table for Christmas breakfast with your parents proves that this is it for you. Everything is clear now that this is all you want for the countless holidays you have ahead. There won’t be any more badgering questions or feelings of loneliness, just the usual Christmas magic and an unbelievable amount of love.

As long as you have Nate, every Christmas will undoubtedly be merry and bright.

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the type you bring home to mom ~ eddie kaspbrak;it chapter two

word count: 2361

request?: no

description: in which he finally brings his girlfriend home to his over protective mother, and it goes exactly as he thought it would

pairing: teen!eddie kasprak x female!reader

warnings: swearing, overbearing mother, derogatory name calling (i guess?), basically eddie’s mom just sucking

masterlist (one, two)

note: (y/n/p) = your parents’ names

I played with the hem of my dress as I walked up to the Kaspbrak household. I was regretting my choice in wardrobe, but it was too late to change now. I knew nothing would feel right anyways, I had already changed three times before I came over.

For the first time in our year long relationship, I was meeting Eddie’s mother. We had somehow managed to keep our relationship a secret for so long that I never felt like I had to meet her, and Eddie wasn’t exactly pushing for it either. As much as he loved his mom, he also knew she was manipulative and overbearing, and he often told me how he was afraid of his mom scaring me off because of these facts.

When the news eventually got out and travelled quickly through the small town of Derry, as gossip usually does, it got to Ms. Kaspbrak in no time. She immediately demanded to meet me, and Eddie set up a dinner at his house for the occasion.

Before I could even knock on the door, it swung open to reveal my tall boyfriend smiling down at me. Any tension I had melted away as I looked up at him, into those beautiful eyes that could calm me down whenever they were on me. He took my face in his hands and pulled me to kiss him. It was such a normal action that, at first, I leaned into it happily, until I realized the circumstances of my visit and quickly pushed him away.

“She’s not here,” he said, as if reading my worried thoughts. “She’s gone out to get some stuff for dinner.”

He stepped aside to let me step into the house. It wasn’t unfamiliar territory; Eddie and I had had many rendezvous there during the rare moments when his mom wasn’t home, but it felt wrong to be there on this occasion. I just wanted it to end already, and to go home or go for a long drive with Eddie.

“Come, sit,” he said, leading me to his living room. We sat close to one another on the couch, so close that we were just barley touching. Feeling his arm brush against mine sent sparks through me.

“How worried should I be?” I asked him, trying to remain as light as possible.

He sighed and shuffled in his seat. “I wish I could tell you not at all, but...”

He trailed off so I finished his sentence for him, “But it’s your mom.”

Eddie nodded. “But it’s my mom.”

One of his arms was around my waist. I hadn’t realized that the skirt of my dress had hiked up a little until the hand around my waist started to play with the hem, his fingertips brushing against my ass. His other hand touched my leg, starting lightly on my knee and then slowly travelling up my thigh till it stopped on my inner thigh. I shivered, wanting him to go further.

Most people who knew him would never believe that Eddie Kaspbrak, the hypochondriac, fast talking, former sheltered mama’s boy, would be absolutely mind blowing in bed, and constantly handsy whenever we were alone. I hadn’t even believed it until we got together, but man, Eddie knew how to make me feel absolutely amazing.

He leaned forward to kiss my neck, his fingers tracing circles in my inner thigh. I was shivering with anticipation and whimpers were escaping my lips. I could feel Eddie’s amused smirk against my neck as he placed another kiss there and lifted his head to look at me. He kissed my lips and his hand finally made its way further up my skirt.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming. I practically jumped to the other side of the couch, touching my neck in hopes that he hadn’t accidentally left hickies there.

“You’re good,” he said, understanding what I had been doing.

The front door opened and I suddenly felt paralyzed. I wasn’t sure if I should stand up or stay sat down, if I should move even further away from Eddie or stay exactly where I was. In the end, I stayed frozen like a deer in headlights as his mom rounded the corner, arms full of grocery bags.

“Oh,” she said when her eyes landed on me. “Is this...her?”

There was a slight leer to the way she said “her”, which made me want to squirm under her intense gaze.

“Mom,” Eddie said, a partial warning tone in his voice, “this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Kaspbrak,” I said. “Do you, um, need any help with - ”

“No,” she cut me off. “I have it. You’re early.”

“I told her this is when to get here,” Eddie defended. “You wouldn’t tell me exactly when to invite her over.”

“Well, this is hardly dinner time,” his mother huffed. “It’ll take me a while to get dinner ready.”

“I can help,” I offered again.

“No,” she said, sharply, which told me that was the end of the matter.

I shrunk down in my spot on the couch.

“Mom,” Eddie snapped again.

She glared at me before turning to her son, trying to soften her expression for him. “I’ll let you know when the food is ready. For now...stay here.”

When she disappeared into the kitchen, Eddie immediately moved to sit next to me and took my hand in his.

“I’m okay,” I assured him. “I’ll get through it. It’s just dinner then we’re done, right?”

He nodded, but I could see the worry on his face still.

A while later, Ms. Kaspbrak called to tell us dinner was ready. She had made sure to place everything so that Eddie and I were sat at the heads of the table, far apart from one another, while she was sat between us. Eddie and I shared a look before sitting in our designated spots.

Dinner started with awkward silence besides our cutlery against the plates. I tried to keep my attention on my plate, but every so often I’d glance up at the Kaspbraks to see Eddie nervously glancing between me and his mother, and his mom just glaring daggers at me. The nervousness I was feeling took away my appetite, but I felt like I had to eat everything to make a good impression, if that was even possible.

“So,” Ms. Kaspbrak said, drawing our attention to her, “(Y/N). Your parents are (Y/P/N), right?”

She already knew the answer to this question. I had grown up in Derry, where everyone knew everyone. There was a reason she was asking, and I had a feeling I already knew what that reason was.

“They are, yeah,” I responded.

“And they’re divorced, aren’t they?”

“Mom!” Eddie groaned.

“It’s just a question, Eddie,” his mom said.

“It’s okay,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t mind talking about it. That’s kind of old news anyways. They divorced when I was 10, dad moved to the next town over and mom got full custody of me.”

“That doesn’t seem like a very stable upbringing,” Ms. Kaspbrak commented. “I’m sure it’s taken such a toll on you, you must’ve decided to rebel somehow.”

Eddie put his face in his hands, officially admitting defeat on trying to stop his mother.

“Actually it wasn’t anything like that,” I said. “Mom and dad stayed pretty civil. There wasn’t any big fight or anything, just an agreement that they’re better off not being married. When dad moved he made sure to stay in constant contact, and comes to visit all the time or I’d go to visit him. Mom always made sure I had a roof over my head and food on the table. They both love me unconditionally, even if they’re not together.”

Ms. Kaspbrak sat back in her seat, a sour look on her face. “Well...regardless, it’s just not right to be raised by a single mother.”

Feeling a bit brave, I raised an eyebrow at her. “Eddie was raised by a single mother.”

“That’s different. My husband died, he didn’t decide to abandon me and Eddie.”

“My dad didn’t abandon us, he’s still very much a part of our lives.”

She ignored me and continued to eat. I looked across the table at Eddie to see him avoiding all eye contact with either of us as he pushed his food around on his plate. As if feeling my gaze, he looked up at me. I gave him a small smile to try and indicate that I wasn’t upset with him. I wanted him to know everything was going to be okay, even if I didn’t fully believe it myself.

“How many boys have you had sex with, (Y/N)?”

The question caught me off guard and I nearly choked on the food I had just put in my mouth.

“Jesus Christ, mom!” Eddie snapped.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vein, Edward,” his mother chastised him.

“You can’t just ask something like that, mom, that’s none of your business.”

“Of course it’s my business. I need to make sure my son isn’t dating a slut. I remember you were friends with Beverly March before she moved away, and trust me, I heard all sorts of stories about her. Anyone who would hang around with her must be somewhat similar.”

The mention of the untrue bullshit that used to be spread about Bev made the anger within me bubble over. I was seeing red as I looked up at Ms. Kaspbrak, and I was ready to pounce.

“Actually, your son took my virginity, and I took his,” I told her. “And we have sex quite a lot, sometimes upstairs in his bedroom when you’re not home. Although, for someone who says he was a virgin I don’t know how much I believe it. Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do.”

If he was upset with me for saying all of this, Eddie’s face didn’t show it. He was sipping on his water, trying to hide the smug smile that broke out across his face.

Ms. Kaspbrak’s face turned blood red before she rose from the table. “Get the fuck out of my house!”

“Gladly,” I said, abandoning my dinner to quickly leave the shitty situation.

“And don’t you dare come anywhere near my son again, or else I will have the cops on you!” she threatened.

I stopped and turned back to face her. “For what? For dating your son? For showing him that there’s someone who actually cares about him without manipulating him? For finally cutting the cord that you’ve had wrapped around his neck since he was born? Ms. Kaspbrak, I understand that you’re afraid to lose your son the way you lost your husband, but being a manipulative bitch who forced him to think he had illnesses he didn’t have for years and insulting his girlfriend in front of him is not the way to keep him around. Eddie is 18 years old, he’s an adult. He can do whatever he wants, which includes dating whoever he wants and leaving this hell hole that you have the audacity to call a home. The day that you finally accept that just might be the day that Eddie finally considers you to be an actual mother.”

And with that, I decided not to overstay my welcome and left.

I was only a few feet away from Eddie’s house when I heard him calling after me. I slowed my pace just enough that he could catch up with me, but didn’t completely stop. I wanted to put as much distance between myself and the Kaspbrak house as I could.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed as he fell in step next to me.

“For what?” Eddie asked. “I should be the one apologizing to you.”

“You warned me on how she would be, and I still let her get to me,” I said. “I probably made having to live there a whole lot harder.”

“It was hard to begin with, (Y/N). Nothing could make it harder than what it was,” he told me. “What you said, it was all true. Mom needed to hear that. Doesn’t mean she liked hearing it, or that she’ll actually accept it, but she needed to hear it none the less.”

“I guess I could’ve said it nicer,” I said. “Or at least not included details of our sex life.”

Eddie awkwardly chuckled. “Yeah, could’ve done without mom knowing I’m a sex god.”

I gave him a look and playfully nudged him. “I never said you were a sex god.”

“Eddie has done things that I don’t even think the most experienced of people could do I believe were your exact words.”

“I only said that to make her more upset.”

“So you’re saying I’m bad at sex?”

I pushed him again. “Eddie!”

He laughed and put an arm around my waist. “I appreciate the compliment either way. And I hope you know how much I love you.”

I smiled up at him and leaned into his touch. “I love you, too.”

We walked in silence for a while and, before I knew it, we were at my house. We stopped and turned to face each other.

“Want to stay over tonight?” I asked. “I figure going home isn’t exactly the best option right now.”

“It’s not,” he agreed. “Will your mom be okay with it?”

“Of course she will, she loves you. She’ll probably even cover for you if your mom calls.”

“I take it back, I don’t love you. I love your mom.”

“And I take back my offer. Go sleep on the streets.”

I took off for my front door with Eddie hot on my trail. I tried to open it and lock him out before he caught up to me, but of course his long legs gave him an advantage. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the door, both of our laughs ringing out through the otherwise quiet neighborhood.

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[siswritesyanderes]

So if a person was a companion to a yandere doctor, would they always be the only companion? Or would the doctor have other people around sometimes that they liked but weren’t necessarily yandere for?

Depends on which Doctor.

Ten I see as more of a monogamous and single-interest type; if he were to get another companion, you must have died or something, and he would spend the whole time inadvertently making them feel inadequate by bringing you up constantly. Honestly, that's putting it mildly; if you died, Yandere Ten would have some major hangups over it, and the new companion would have a front row seat to all that. He would assume a mostly-numb demeanor- more prone to coldly punishing villains than usual, and less prone to giving chances, but numb all the same. But if someone says your name, he goes off.

Eleven might very well have other companions and whole adventures with them just while you're sleeping each night. ("Wait, you went to Earth and you didn't tell me?!" "What is it with you? I'm telling you about moving statues and all you can talk about is that bloody planet. This is why I didn't wake you up.") He doesn't mention you to his companions unless it comes up naturally; if they touch one of your possessions that you left in the TARDIS's front room, he would say, "Don't touch that." They'd say, "Why, is it dangerous?" And he'd reply, "It belongs to someone important." If they ask about it further (or if they just ask about it from the start, instead of trying to touch it), he'd say, "I have a friend sleeping in the back." They might ask, "Can I meet them?" He'd smile and say, "Probably not."

(But he wouldn't go so far as to actively hide you; if you woke up and wandered out to where he and the companions are, he would just be happy to see you; he'd forget the companions are even there until they or you speak up about it.)

Twelve I also see as single-interest. He'll get a new companion after you die, solely to be along for the ride when he exacts vengeance. This would actually be a better time, for the companion, than Ten would be, as Twelve would take more of a lackadaisical nihilist route with it. Like, he'd be flashy and cracking jokes while absolutely ruining the creatures that took you from him, the ones allied with the creatures that took you from him, the ones pulling the strings of the ones influencing the creatures who took you from him, etc. The companion doesn't have to worry about any of the heat coming their way. After all, they're not there for him to vent on; they're there because you aren't and he needs someone to fill space. Someone moving in the corner of his eye so that some subconscious part of him can be soothed by the momentary delusion that you're still there.

Thirteen would have other companions alongside you and think nothing of it. They're her companions, her friends, and you're her very special friend. She shows you off to them and always compliments you and makes sure they acknowledge how awesome you are. You never have a moment alone with any of them, because you're just that special. And (though she would never think of them as exactly disposable) it's nice to have a few extra sets of hands around that wouldn't be catastrophic in their loss. It's important that you stay with her and stay safe, but the companions can split off from her to explore and do tasks. Covers more ground, that way. Efficient, without putting her most precious companion of them all at risk.

If one of them starts to get iffy about her relationship with you, she'd just punish them a little, just to set them straight. Maybe "accidentally" leave them behind on an unfamiliar planet (not a dangerous one! Just an unfamiliar one.) and miss her mark when returning for them. She was only a few months late! Maybe a year. What's one year more or less? Honestly, humans are so touchy. Anyway, they're so relieved that she's back, they aren't even thinking about her relationship with you anymore.

#yandere doctor who #yandere tenth doctor #yandere ten #yandere eleventh doctor #yandere eleven #yandere twelfth doctor #yandere twelve #yandere thirteenth doctor #yandere thirteen #male yandere #female yandere #possessive #obsession #tw death

[writertitan]

The Swan

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 2398

themes: musician!reader, v soft levi, just fluff, Levi’s POV

requested by anon

The day Historia was crowned was important to Levi for two reasons. One was that, of course, he felt a surge of pride at one of his cadets rising to her full potential and becoming queen. He had always been slightly concerned about Historia; she was small - even smaller than him - and admittedly, he’d always viewed her as the weakest of them.

The second reason that day was so important to him was a reason he wasn’t quite ready to come to terms with. 

That day was the day he’d noticed you. Noticed you fully. 

You had always kept to yourself and Levi hadn’t chosen you to be on his squad. He barely had time to keep track of his own squad, let alone remember all the other scouts. Not that there were many scouts left. Still, you’d joined right before this entire mess had happened. Most of those who had been around before knowledge of titans being humans were dwindling off now. Except for you. 

But you being a survivor wasn’t what had caught Levi’s attention. In fact, you hadn’t even been the one to catch his attention. Not literally, not physically. 

After the coronation, Levi had stepped away, just for a breather and to take a break from socializing. It was exhausting, being around so many people, and being around so much celebration. 

He walked down this hall and that one, turning corners and essentially losing himself in a maze. There wasn’t a soul in sight. 

And that’s when he heard it. Very soft and faint at first, and growing stronger as he made his way down the empty hallway. Someone was playing notes on a piano, and beautifully so. Levi couldn’t remember the last time he’d heard music like this, where it wasn’t being played by some drunk outside at the markets, or being played in jest on base by slapping pots and pans and bringing out a worn out guitar. 

Soldiers didn’t get to hear refined music like this. So, Levi stopped. He stopped walking once he was right outside the door to the room where the music was. He stopped and he listened. It was so...rejuvenating. The exhaustion and stress he felt seeped away just the slightest bit, but it was enough. 

Out of curiosity, he leaned in just the slightest bit to peek his head into the room and figure out who was playing the piano like that. To his complete and utter surprise, he knew who you were immediately, even though you looked...different. 

There was the you that he had seen in passing at base. The you who saluted him and carried an air of respectfulness. The you who gave respect and followed orders and did what a soldier did. 

And then there was this you. The you Levi would have never thought you to be. The you that demanded respect instead of gave it, just from the way you poised yourself over the black and white keys and moved purposefully, eyes closed and face peaceful but concentrated. He barely recognized you and yet he knew exactly who you were.

He shrunk back into the shadows and leaned against the stone wall, his head resting against it as he let himself, for once, relax. 

Each time you stopped playing, letting the last notes die out and fade away, Levi felt his heart sink in an unfamiliar way, only to swell in his chest when a new song began playing from your fingertips. He stayed like that all night, slumped against a wall and out of view while you played song after song as the night wore on.

Even though he understood that eventually you had to stop and everyone had to leave, it still pained him when you stopped for good, the dying song accompanied by the scraping of the bench you sat on moving on the wood floors as you shifted to stand up. Levi sighed to himself and let reality creep back into his mind. The stress that had melted away was slowly weighing back on his shoulders, and made him feel heavy again. 

He was gone before you left the room. 

-

After that, Levi couldn’t stop watching you. It was like you made music with everything you did. He noticed how you’d hum a tune to your horse. He noticed how you even managed to form some sort of gentle melody just tapping your fingers against a table. 

You were constantly making music. He heard music whenever he was around you now. It was starting to get ridiculous, because it wasn’t like anything had changed, really. You still greeted him the same way, treated him the same way, acted and performed the same way. You had absolutely no idea that Levi had changed towards you. 

He was good at keeping his distance, at masking all of his inner thoughts and feelings. That’s what he was good at. And he was good at convincing himself that his choices were sound. Maybe he’d just been a little drunk that night and your music had moved him because of that. There was nothing different about you. You were just another soldier. He didn’t know you. 

But why did it feel like he knew you? Why was he catching himself being more observant? The tune you hummed to your horse never changed. When you’d been put on stable duty, that was when another tune escaped you. He’d only caught it while passing by the stables, but he immediately noticed it was different. 

He also noticed how you stopped and listened to the musicians at the markets when you’d all ridden into town for some supplies. He saw the way you eyed the man with the fiddle, your eyes watching the way his hands produced music from it in an almost careless fashion. The music Levi once thought was atrocious was of course still not as good as the music you had brought into his life, these drunken fools were still atrocious in some sense, but now he listened to it differently. It wasn’t that bad. Not when it had you smiling. 

-

It drove Levi crazy that you still looked at him the same way when he was bursting at the seams with wanting to tell you his big secret. You looked at him the same, you talked to him the same. All surface level. Levi often caught himself staring at you. And, when he had a few minutes of spare time, he filled those few precious minutes with thoughts of you and what it would be like for you to look at him so serenely, the way you did when you made all that music. 

He hoped he wasn’t being too obvious. He had honestly convinced himself that he was the same as always and nobody knew his little secret. It didn’t matter that he was gentler with you, went out of his way sometimes just to say hello to you, made sure you were eating enough and sleeping enough. You didn’t notice, which calmed him down and also made him a little crazy. Although it was better, easier this way, he still hated that he couldn’t tell you what was happening to him. How could he tell you that he was constantly thinking about you, even when he wasn’t supposed to? How could he tell you that those songs you hummed were stuck in his mind? How could he tell you that he loved music now because of you? 

There was an irrational part of his brain that screamed at him to tell you, but it was not as strong as his rational parts that told him to never even take the opportunity should it arise. 

Levi was sure his rational brain was winning. Until the day he sat down next to you in the mess hall and handed you his bread when he saw you giving half of yours to Sasha. 

“Don’t starve yourself,” was all he said, and fought the twitch in his lips when you replied with, “I could say the same to you, Captain.” 

He ate quietly beside you, heart thumping wildly in his chest the entire time. He’d never said so many words to you all in one breath. 

-

It had taken so much work and, truth be told, he almost didn’t give it to you. Levi felt the rational part of him slowly succumbing to...hope? And he understood why so many people clung to this feeling. 

He hoped that if he gave you this gift, you would see. You would be able to understand what he was feeling and thinking and fighting himself about. And maybe, just maybe, you would be flattered. Maybe you would be willing to reciprocate. 

But Levi found himself not caring about what the endgame would be as he walked to your room, gift clutched tightly and clumsily in one hand as he knocked on your door. After a moment of waiting, he deflated, wondering where you could be right now. It was evening, after supper, and there was some down time to be had tonight. Could you have gone out, were you with someone els-

Then suddenly, you were there, surprise etched on your face at the sight in front of you. Levi hid his gift behind his back just in time, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever been this nervous. Had he ever been this nervous? 

“Captain,” you greeted him, voice trailing off so it sounded more like a question. And then a real question. “Can I help you with something?” 

A real conversation. Levi hadn’t really prepared himself for this. Whatever he’d planned on saying was suddenly forgotten and he cursed his now completely irrational brain. 

“I got you something,” he managed to say, shifting uncomfortably and no longer able to meet your eyes. He pulled out his gift from behind his back to show you, eyes snapping to your face at the gasp that came from your mouth. 

The look in your eyes was enough to make the whole endeavor worth it. But the way you were so gentle with taking it from his hands and examining it closely, it made any regret, any hesitance, leave his body. 

You scrunched up your nose and looked at him, violin close to your chest as you almost cradled it. 

“Captain, this looks expensive...I can’t accept it. Where did you get it?” 

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured you almost instantly, panicked at the thought of you not keeping his gift to you. “Really, nobody wanted the damn thing. I thought you’d like it.” 

“How did you know I could play the violin?” you asked him, genuinely curious. 

Levi gulped. He hadn’t known for sure, had only guessed based on one encounter, and hoped that you’d at least just like the gift. So, he told the truth as best as he could without incriminating himself. 

“I saw you eyeing one of those musicians at the market once, the one that always plays that goddamn fiddle,” Levi explained, voice as stiff as his body. “Figured maybe you knew a thing or two…” 

You broke out into a smile then, though it was bashful, and Levi looked away again before his face got too hot and he flushed in a way that gave him away. If you noticed anything amiss, you said nothing. 

“Thank you...this is the best gift,” you said earnestly, then paused, voice growing soft as you asked, “Would you like to hear a little something? I haven’t played in years so I can’t promise it’ll be any good. But maybe you could critique me.”

“I’d love to.” The words came out of his mouth before you could even finish what you were saying. 

You let him in your room and closed the door behind him, and suddenly, the atmosphere was much more intimate. Levi tugged at his collar, wondering why it was so hot all of a sudden, but kept a polite distance as he settled into a chair by the corner and you surprisingly got comfortable in the middle of your room. Levi didn’t know much about music, but figured it would have been more comfortable to sit down or something. 

When you started playing, it was a song he’d never heard before. Hadn’t heard you play it on the piano before, hadn’t heard you hum it or drum it with your fingers before. It was new. And it was beautiful. 

This was the song that told him he was in love. How silly was that? 

But he listened, enraptured by the way you put your heart into every note. He took note of how your eyes closed in that way that was somehow familiar to him now and how your brows furrowed slightly in concentration. But you still managed to look so serene. 

He never took your eyes off you. Levi watched you play out the entire song, feeling his heart move with the strings. You played his heart like you played the violin, in the most purposeful and melodic way. It was pure music. 

Even when you stopped playing and got a little shy, the confidence in the musician version of yourself slipping away, Levi didn’t look away. He was in awe and didn’t care if it showed on his face. 

“You’re not rusty,” he promised you. “You’re incredible.” He meant it in more than one way. 

He wouldn’t have been able to know the way your heart swelled at the sweet words of praise. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

He stood up slowly, not wanting to invade your privacy any longer, but stopped at your door and turned to look at you, that damned nervousness seeping back into his veins. 

“Do you think...do you think I could hear you play more often?” he asked you, the words forcing themselves out before he could catch them. But who was he kidding? He didn’t want to stop himself from asking. 

He didn’t fail to notice the way you brightened at his question. He was relieved at the eager nod. 

“Anytime,” you replied. Then you held up the violin; you held it so gracefully, and knew exactly how to handle it. Levi warmed at the sight. “And thanks again for this gift...I love it, Captain.” 

“Levi. Just Levi,” he corrected you. And you gave him a grin. 

“I love it...Levi.” 

It was music to his ears. 

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman oneshot #levi one shot #levi fanfiction #levi fluff #levi fic #levi ackerman fic #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman #levi #aot fanfiction #aot oneshots #aot #snk fanfiction #snk

[fluffi]

SARCOLINE SUNSET I: WELCOME HOME, OUTSIDER :: SOOBIN

pairing: soobin x gn!reader, platonic!ot5 x gn!reader genre: fluff, some subjective angst, bits of humor, enemies-to-lovers, childhood friends word count: 4002 event: #summerscape for @kpopscape credit: @enha-woodzies​ for making the gfx for this series! show her some love <3 author’s note: i accidentally deleted this post so here is a rushed reupload. it might not be as good as the original because it isnt proof read as well but i still hope the algorithm picks it up, maybe this’ll be good for the post. Also, the second part will be coming out in 15 days. warnings: people disappearing, mentions of burning and fire (further warnings will be released in the next parts as the story gets darker)

THIS STORY IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION AND DOES NOT DICTATE JAY OR NI-KI’S PERSONAL LIVES AND/OR FAMILY.

part two ->

The blonde stared up at an intricately designed structure in awe, walking forward to touch the sides of it and running his calloused hands up and down its rusted carved wedges. It seemed oddly cliche and unrealistic, but he could feel its story. Every touch of the ceramic pillar provided him with emotion that he couldn’t bring himself to explain.

The sun hadn’t set yet, but he could make out the faint reflection of it settling in the background. The huge pine trees around him were making conversation with each other; their faint whispers and rustles providing peace to his veins.

So entranced in the scenery of such a mystical place, he forgot to watch out for his younger peer. Kicking back into his senses, he nervously called out, “Riki! You there?” His voice, usually strong and boisterous, laced fear today.

“Don’t worry about me Jay, I’m right behind you. Just climbing this fence..and..there!” Riki let out a grunt as he jumped onto the soft grass, looking at his older friend with an innocent grin.

At the sight of his buddy, Jay visibly loosened. It was clear that he didn’t feel safe in this environment, yet felt entranced to it in some way. Riki caught up to him in a quick jog before standing next to Jay, in awe at the magnificent view that they were spectating for the first and possibly last time.

“Is this…the place you were talking about?” Riki was out of breath from running after his peer. He pats the grassy patch below him before slumping onto it, crossing his legs afterward.

Jay took a seat next to him, setting his canvas satchel and leather jacket next to him. “According to the maps and books, this is the right spot. I just want to see if the myth is true.”

Riki clapped his hands in excitement and turned to face Jay. “We’re staying till the sun sets right? I want to see what the carousel looks like at night! This structure is so fascinating. It must be beautiful out here at night.”

“No, we’re walking back as soon as the sun goes down. I do not want to risk being out here at night. People have disappeared from staying too long and I wouldn’t want to worry your mother.”

Riki visibly slumped and turned back in time to see the last drop of orange dip. It was quiet for a while. The singing birds stopped humming their soulful tunes, yet the whispering trees grew louder, their inaudible gossip echoing in the ears of the two boys.

At nine at night, Riki’s mother would call Jay, heeding no response. She would do the same for his parents and his friends. The only piece of information they could provide was that Jay had brought Riki, in his words, to “a magical place”. With no other vital details they could draw from their son’s peers, Jay and Riki’s family agree to call the local police, reporting two missing people: two minors, one last seen in a brown leather jacket, and a taller one tailing alongside him. Both their hairs were dyed in a striking shade of blonde.

Summer’s heat-blasted onto your skin as soon as you stepped out of your sleek white Toyota. It was good to be back, you supposed. Although it was something that not many people would fawn over, you were ecstatic to be home in town.

Leaving at the mere age of sixteen wasn’t easy. After your parents decided that you were too good for a mediocre high school where people cared more about their body count than grade count, they immediately sent you off to a prestigious boarding school in the big city. You were given three days to pack and say goodbye to your friends, the rest of your family, your world. As excited as you were to study in the evolutionary epicenter of technology, you didn’t like how you had almost no say in this decision.

You didn’t return home from high school even after four years of studying at that mentally draining institution. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to come back, you were just so accustomed to life in the big city that it seemed pointless to return to square one. With the rest of the world finally in your grip (or so you thought), you enrolled in a highly expensive university and received a full-ride scholarship.

Perhaps that was your breaking point. Piles of work that could never be cleared must’ve got to your head. No one out there seemed to care about your mental health and well-being. The only reason you were allowed to take a break from the university and return was because of your constant breakdowns that your lecturers called “distracting” and “unethical”. You were hoping that this drop-by in town would give you a physical and mental cleanse.

There was no place as hot as home, from where you had been. The blazing sun scorched onto the road. Carrying baggage by itself was already hard enough, but this heat was immensely torturing. You struggled to carry your belongings while trying to close the car boot at the same time. Oh, a pity. You had just returned home and you were slowly turning into a bundle of disorganization, unlike your previous methodical attitude.

“Need a hand?” A familiar suede voice behind your shoulder sounded like music to your ears as you dropped all of your luggage and turned back to see…

“Taehyun!” Child best friend number one. You were looking at a once-innocent boy with doe eyes who had matured into a fine young man. His hair was dyed platinum blonde and, although younger than you, possessed a flair that was completely unlike his past self. His facial features were more prominent than ever and you wondered if all of your friends had developed as well as he had.

You locked your arms around his neck and embraced him as he took your baggage from you.

“You’re so tall now!” You gasped in awe and looked him up and down.

“Of course I am! A boy has to grow, doesn’t he?”

Speak of the devil(s), four people tagged behind Taehyun, waiting for you to notice their presence. All of them were just as tall (if not taller) than your blonde friend and stood out like a sore thumb. It wasn’t just the height, their hair was also in very...exciting colors.

“Can’t believe you forgot about us just for Taehyun.” Ah, that nasal voice was so recognizable. Choi Yeonjun, second-best friend. You cherished him like he was your secret weapon, a power waiting to be unleashed into your industrial world. Although older than Taehyun, they seemed to be the same height now. You couldn’t tell because his new neon pink hair was waxed slick and puffy which made him look a teensy bit taller than his younger friend. You had seen him around on social media and he was a hair-changing chameleon.

Alongside Yeonjun was Hueningkai, better known as Kai in the friend group. He was the youngest one, constantly babied and spoiled, you could say. He was probably influenced by the rest of his friends too, his hair now in a mossy shade of blonde. 

Poor Yeonjun, you completely disregarded his existence and dashed over to Kai instead, eagerly standing next to him to compare heights. The kid had grown so much, you couldn’t tell if you were contented that he was now taller than you or dejected that you had missed so much when you weren’t around.

“Hey, wait up!” Someone from behind called. With Hueningkai and Yeonjun blocking your view you couldn’t see who that one person walking next to Choi Beomgyu was.

Beomgyu, the last friend who joined the friend group. He was always a comedian and never failed to make your day. Although, he didn’t seem so smiley anymore. You figured that it was school stress and adulting getting the best of him. We all had those days; you regrettably knew them like you knew the back of your hand . Unlike the rest of his friends, Beomgyu’s hair was kept in a natural shade of ivory brown. He had never been swayed by the rest of the crowd.

There were so many things to do, so many people to see. You had missed out on most of your growing: having fun with friends, staying up late at night just to watch the stars, dancing on your balcony. You had missed the people too. The town felt different from when you had left it.

“Soobin! Don’t just stand behind, meet our friend! They just returned from the city, right?” Beomgyu ran over to you before giving you a little squeeze.

Who’s Soobin?

“Hey, I’m Choi Soobin. Twenty-one this year. I moved here a few years ago. You must have left before I showed up.” A simple and concise introduction from the blue-haired man. Maybe he was the root of this hair-dyeing trend in town (pun very much intended), as well as the height trend since he was just as tall, if not taller than the rest of the boys.

You briefly introduced yourself but that was about it. You didn’t know how to create small talk, nonetheless with someone completely unfamiliar to you.

Later that day, you wondered if he had replaced you, become another guardian in the friend group. As one of the oldest, you and Yeonjun were always known as the parents of your three “kids”, but Soobin seemed to take care of them equally well. Throughout the day, you watched his every action, how he helped Beomgyu with homework, how he styled Kai’s hair, how he treated Taehyun to his favorite meal, exactly like what you did when you were still around. For once, you felt like the outsider.

Marshmallow Night had always been a tradition here. It was a five-of-you kind of thing, well, the six-of-you now. It had always been the go-to celebration whenever one of you hit a milestone, or was just held for fun. The days of joy where the only thing you had to worry about was whether your smores were burnt.

It had changed a lot over the years, you guys would add some new events to it and remove the ones you guys outgrew, like hopscotch.

You had missed most of its evolution.

Instead of being the main catalyst for today’s event, you resorted to sitting at the side as Soobin took the lead, carrying tables back and forth as well as setting up the fire in a method that the five of you had never used.

Oh, how much you loathed him. You hated his innocent-looking face that spurred out words of authority and boastfulness. You couldn’t stand how he looked so obnoxious with his bright blue hair, his dark brown eyes that held an impeccable gleam. He looked so cheeky, so mean, and worst of all, he had made all of your friends convert to mini spawns of him. Even Yeonjun, the oldest member, no longer felt like the Choi Yeonjun you once knew.

If you could, you would throw him out of your hometown, except that you seemed to be the outsider here. Anyone who walked past would see five people sitting on a huge log, helping each other light marshmallows and biscuits. They would barely notice the one person hunched over on the other side, sitting on the ground, eyes dazed and uninterested.

Occasionally one of the boys would call out to you, either hand you a s’more or ask if you were alright, to which you responded, “I’m alright! Don’t worry about me, I’m having fun.”

Anyone could also see that you weren’t in the zone, but you didn’t want to ruin the moment and be a party pooper. You ended up spending most of the time scrolling on your phone, checking school emails, and such. It didn’t feel like you were back home, it felt like you were on a vacation, on your own.

The commotion had died down, for the most part. Everyone else was either discussing school gossip in hushed voices or making the most of use of their electronic device. You were tempted to join the little heated conversation that Soobin and Beomgyu were having, but you didn’t know who this ‘Chaeyeon’ girl was and either way, you wouldn’t want to voluntarily speak to Choi Soobin.

It wasn’t long before both of them went to do something else, the only sound prevalent being the wood crackling from the bonfire and the occasional chirp of evening birds.

It was a loud, sucked-in breath that drew the attention of everyone, eyes pinned onto the instigator.

Choi Soobin, once again disrupting the peace of this curated environment. He ducked his head in apology and you were about to return to your world when Kai’s curiosity got the best of him.

“Why did you just do that?” His booming voice resounded over everyone else.

You weren’t going to lie, you were curious too. It wasn’t every day you heard a gasp like that.

Soobin looked back up, eyes wide and awake. He was excited about something but seemed to be masking it for the sake of..suspense?

“Okay. You guys know Yongsam Park right?” He put his phone down and tapped his hands on his thighs in a state of urgency.

Now that statement got everyone’s attention. “It’s the flower place outside our town, everyone passes it when they enter. Of course we would know where the place is. Why are you so adamant about it?” Taehyun inquired.

“Well, have any of you gone inside the park? Or near the landmark in general?”

“No. Why would we? There’s nothing to do there than to take pictures of boring flower statues.” You stated.

“See. You guys don’t know anything about the place.” He smirked tilting his head upwards and proudly crossing his arms.

“Could you cut to the chase and tell us what it is already?” Thank Yeonjun for his smart, impatient mouth.

Soobin didn’t answer and merely flipped his phone so you could see whatever was on it. The only words you could make out were “Yongsam...missing...carnival” and something related to the park before he turned it back, away from your view.

“You can’t just say that we don’t know anything about this place then proceed to give us nothing about it.” You rolled your eyes, disinterested in the conversation once again.

“Fine. I’ll send it to you.” Soobin rolled his eyes back as four of the other boys snickered. They loved seeing the two of you bicker.

In courtesy of Beomgyu who gave Soobin your number (without your consent), you received a news article and skimmed through it with eager eyes:

[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]

YONGSAM PARK CURRENTLY UNDER INVESTIGATION, AUTHORITIES SAY 3 days ago

What’s the deal with Yongsam Park? Insiders say that, although bland and boring, Yongsam Park is currently under high-level investigation for the disappearance of a few citizens. The flower-decorated park is the perfect place to take Instagram-worthy pictures and is quite harmless in itself, so visitors were shocked to arrive at the park only to find it surrounded by heaps of yellow tape.

Yongsam Park was developed by Kim Yongsam, director of My Flowers, a multi-million florist franchise that has now spread to Japan and Taiwan. In a 2015 Interview with the millionaire, he mentioned that he had created the park in the inspiration of the rising ootd picture trend, also known as the outfit-of-the-day trend, which he had initially discovered from his teen daughter. 

“I wanted to create a welcoming park for people of all ages, but I couldn’t find a suitable place to do it without the budget being drastically high. In the end, my team and I found an abandoned site and decided to build a simple structure with lower costs up there. Props to my team for the discovery of this landmark. The scenery there, especially in the evening, is stunning .” He stated in the 2015 interview with Soup Magazine.

What’s the abandoned site? With the evidence that is still standing, Yongsam Park is rumored to have previously been a carnival. Said evidence is a worn-down carousel in the back of the park, along with piles of other burnt carnival decoration and equipment. With research, Yongsam Park’s site may have once been an abandoned carnival that perished from an unknown wildfire. This may have been the primary cause of the drought that ensued in the 80s, leaving only a carousel and ashes behind. When questioned, Mr. Kim said that he had decided to leave the carousel standing behind the park due because he felt ‘drawn by its alluring glow’, as quoted.

Investigators and the local police have only enclosed the flower section of Yongsam Park because that was where the victims were spotted. They believe that disappearances took place there and are currently trying to find evidence to back up their stance. Most of this new information is not known to the public, however, Kim and his team are trying to keep it that way. The current disappearance count is seven people, the most recent case being two high-schoolers.

The carousel is still open and does not require a visitor ticket, but visitors are advised to take precautions and leave before the sun sets.

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TWO MORE BOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED AT THE NOW INFAMOUS YONGSAM PARK 5 days ago

FAMILY OF TOURISTS DISAPPEAR AT YONGSAM PARK, INSIDERS SAY THIS IS THE SECOND CASE OF DISAPPEARANCE HERE 2 weeks ago

JAPANESE COUPLE DISAPPEAR AT FLOWER PARK, NETIZENS CALL THE NEWS A POLITICAL DISTRACTION 3 weeks ago

“Are you seriously...telling us...that we should visit a place where people have been kidnapped?” Yeonjun gawked. “Dude, that’s so stupid. What if we die or something?”

“Don’t say that! I was just curious if you guys wanted to go since it’s so near and since your old friend is back home.”

“It’s a dumb move. I’m not risking my life just so I can celebrate the return of my friend. Not worth it.” Beomgyu huffed.

“Hey! You’re worth it, right?” Soobin glanced at you, waiting for a response.

He was...defending you? His ulterior motives were questionable and you weren’t sure if he was protecting you because he cared about you (cue the puking) or solely because he wanted to go to Yongsam Park that bad.

You didn’t reply and chose to drown out the wailing and chaos that ensued with your friends. You clicked on a related article below, curious to learn more about this lesser-known part of the park.

[WHAT’S THE HYBE?]

TWO MORE BOYS HAVE DISAPPEARED AT THE NOW INFAMOUS YONGSAM PARK 5 days ago

Park Jongseong (20) and Nishimura Riki (15) mentioned to their friends that they would be heading to ‘a magical place’, before disappearing for around a week. They were last spotted walking through Yongsam Park, according to anonymous witnesses. This is the third case of disappearances at the park and both teens are the sixth and seventh people to go missing.

Both families reported their children missing just two days after their disappearance. With this case being the last straw, local authorities forcibly shut down Yongsam Park despite protests from staff and management.

Parents of the two minors refused to respond when called for an interview and HYBE reporters resorted to interviewing the victims’ friends instead.

“Jay’s never been a bad kid. Yeah, he might be late here and there, but he wouldn’t skip class or fly across the country for vacation during school. I just don’t understand why he’s not here with us. He wouldn’t voluntarily disappear.” Park Sunghoon (19), a friend and classmate of Jongseong (who is better known as Jay among his friends) said.

“Although I’m not close with Jay, I know Riki personally and I know for a fact that both of them wouldn’t run away like that. Why, Riki was gearing up for a dance competition that he’s been excited about all year, and now he’s just gone? Like that? Riki has always been like my little brother, and he’ll always be. I just want him back at my side.” A teary-eyed Lee Heeseung (20) says.

Netizens have been complaining about the lack of coverage on this issue.

“Maybe Mr. Kim spent all his money on covering this story up from the mainstream public. That’s why he had to build the stupid park on an abandoned sketchy site.” An anonymous netizen commented.

Regardless, we’ll be keeping our prayers for Jongseong and Riki, as well as the five other victims, to return home soon.

“...you guys are such wimps.” That was the first thing you heard Soobin say when you tuned in to the conversation again.

How dare he say that? How dare he have the courage to call you, someone who moved out on your own at 16 to live in the big, scary world, a..wimp?

“Look, Choi Soobin. I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a wimp. I didn’t say that I wasn’t interested on this trip.” You stand up and blurt out without thinking twice.

The rest of the boys are gawking at you, their mouths open wide in awe and shock. Yes, you weren’t a wimp, that was for sure, but they had known you all their life as someone who could not stand going out into the wilderness. Maybe the big city had really changed you.

“At least someone wants to go! Perfect. We can leave tomorrow at noon, bring your camping stuff!” Soobin grabbed his things and began walking away.

“Camping?” The five of you exclaimed in unison.

Taehyun, the rational member, gasped. “I, personally, wouldn’t mind going to the carousel thing..or whatever it is, but I am not staying the night. Dude, are you nuts?” The rest of you nodded your heads in agreement.

“It says in the article that we are advised to leave before the sun sets.” You point out, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible in fear of breaking this mask of false confidence, when in reality, you were terrified of this place.

Soobin turned back and eyed you down disinterestedly. “Conclusion is that we’ll bring a small backpack, or whatever you guys want to pack, and we’ll stay there until eight. Deal?”

“Seven.” Hueningkai timidly said.

“Whatever you guys want.”

You hadn’t been able to sleep last night. It wasn’t due to fear of the place you were going, rather, you weren’t too excited about having to spend half of your day around Soobin.

What were you going to say to him? You were definitely overthinking at this point.

You know, they always say that the person one hates the most is the one that they also love most. And when Soobin flipped his blue hair back or cheekily smiled, showing his endearing dimples, you couldn’t help but…

No! You loathe Choi Soobin. You couldn’t stand his smile, or his hair, or his height. That evil moonwitch.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Speak of the devil (or moonwitch), you spotted a fluff of blue hair in your peripheral vision.

You couldn’t even muster up the courage to look back at him, merely nodding your head while staring at the white wall.

“Why aren’t you looking at me? Are you...scared?” You could see him wiggle his eyebrows as he made that statement.

That was it. You turned back at him. “Yes I am. I’m absolute terrified. I can’t stand the fact that I have to forcibly spend my precious time around you. It’s like I’m about to voluntarily live a nightmare.”

Woah there, calm down. You had smoke spurting out of your ears at this point.

Soobin’s once excited face fell into one of disappointment. “Yeah, it’s a nightmare having to be around you too. Gosh, the immaturity.” He left the room in haste as your eyes shot lasers through his well-toned back.

Maybe you had gone too far with the insult. He hadn’t been mean to you at all, really.

Then again, he had been mean. He took your place when you weren’t around. Suddenly, you were determined to get it back.

“Hop on the magic school bus!”

“Shut up, Yeonjun.” You deadpanned before leaning your head on his shoulder. The two of you were finally falling back into routine and you couldn’t help but bask in this nostalgia.

You also couldn’t help but notice how Soobin kept on looking through the rearview mirror at the both of you, pupils darting away once you locked eyes with him.

Man, this was going to be a long ride.

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Masked Windfall

Pairing— Park Jimin x reader x Jeon Jungkook

Genre— SMUT, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Switch!Jimin, Dom!Jungkook, Switch!reader, threesome, explicit unprotected and somewhat rough sex (stay safe my friends), double penetration (but like a bj and in your business at the same time? I’m bad with terminology I’m sorry), brief handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, a booty slap, praise kink, slight derogatory kink, brief guy on guy action, nipple play, hair pulling, lots of kissing, teasing, swearing, PHEW I think that’s all? Please let me know if I forgot something

Word Count— 6k                                                                                         

Win(d)fôl: a piece of unexpected good fortune || After a bad breakup, you’ve given up on the prospect of a relationship, and on romance in general. Things take a turn once you get dragged to a mysterious party an encounter an alluring stranger. 

A/N— Happy 2021~ I hope you guys enjoy this sinful fic! This was the first fic I ever wrote a threesome scene for and I was quite happy with how it turned out. Reviews and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Ever since your breakup, it was as if love was in the air for everyone but you. Seeing happy couples everywhere served as a constant reminder of your bitter split with your longtime boyfriend. Your jerk ex-boyfriend dumped you right before the holiday season, even after you had planned to spend Christmas and New Years’ with him. Left dejected and inconsolable, you gave up on the idea of romance.

“You gotta stop moping around,” your friend, Chungha, tried to cheer you up.

Chungha was single too, but by choice. Boys (and girls) were constantly flinging themselves at her. She didn’t care for a relationship at this time, and would rather opt for meaningless one night stands.

“Come with me tonight!” she excitedly shoved a flyer in your face.

“Love is Out, Lust is In! An exciting one night event dedicated to adventurous singles who just want to have fun…” you read the flyer aloud, “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“Girl, you gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself! It’s not your fault that that idiot dumped you. To be honest, I always thought you could do so much better,” Chungha rubbed your back, “I’m not gonna force you to meet anyone new, but one night out can’t hurt. You might even have a serendipitous encounter!”

“Fine, I’ll go. But just to watch over you, I don’t want some creep to follow you around all night,” you caved in.

“I love my little knight in shining armor! This’ll be so fun,” she excitedly clung onto your arm, “I’ll pick you up tonight. Wear something sexy! I think the motif is black? Something appropriate for an anti-lovey dovey stuff.”

It was nearly time for Chungha to pick you up. You concluded that dressing up for the first time in ages was the right move. Maybe it was about damn time to move on from your past.

“Ohhh girl you look amazing!” Chungha praised as you stepped outside, “There’s no way you WON’T be getting dicked down tonight.”

“Oh hush, before I change my mind. I haven’t worn anything this revealing in forever,” you tried to hide your embarrassment.

You were wearing a black mesh top that revealed your bra (the one that makes your boobs look the best of course) paired with a flattering skirt. You felt sexy, but you didn’t have the confidence that you used to. Chungha also looked amazing, but that was a given.

“Where did you learn about this event?” you asked as she drove.

“My friends in the cabaret club told me about it,” she answered.

“You have friends who work in a cabaret club? That’s cool,” you mused as you gazed out the window.

“Not exactly. It’s just called that; it’s really just a group of girls who like to brunch on the weekends. The place we’re going to is known for being a bit secretive,” she smiled.

“What does that mean?” you start to get anxious.

“You’ll see!” she said gleefully.

The venue looked more like some millionaire’s mansion. The property was stowed away at the end of a sketchy road that was more akin to a beaten up dirt path. However, you saw that the lot in front of the house was littered with fancy cars; from G Wagons to Bugattis. The guests emerging from the vehicles all looked like celebrities.

“Where the hell are we?” you asked Chungha.

“Not quite sure, but I can’t wait to find out,” she was also awestruck.

Upon arrival, a gentleman stationed at the entrance requested for your invitation. Chungha pulled out a fancy envelope and casually handed it to him. It looked far more formal than the flyer she showed you earlier.

“Is this your plus one?” he gruffly asked.

“Yep,” Chungha linked her arm in yours.

“Very well. Here are your masks. Enjoy your stay,” he responded curtly.

“Masks? Chungha, seriously. Where the hell are we? I was picturing some dingy club based off of the flyer you showed me. Not to mention that I am drastically underdressed,” you admitted as you helped her put on her mask.

Chungha took the sparkly white mask that was adorned with feathers, which was fitting since it made her look even more angelic. Your mask was matte black accented with gold trimmings. It was far more elegant than the outfit you were wearing.

“Okay, I confess. I made the flyer. I knew you’d decline if I told you it was actually a swanky invite only shindig. I’m sorry for lying! I just really wanted to take you out,” she pouted.

Her puppy dog eyes worked on you every time.

“I forgive you. I don’t know if I’d ever get to experience something like this without you anyway,” you pulled her in for a hug.

“Aw yay! Alright, we’re gonna have a bunch of fun tonight! Also, you look hot. Don’t worry about what you look like. Plus, I have a feeling that people aren’t gonna care,” she says as soon as you both enter the foyer.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the most sumptuous house imaginable. The foyer opened the house up to two grand staircases. The baroque decor screamed nothing but lavish expectations for the rest of the house. Chungha led the way into the large room past the staircases. The room was even more magnificent than the entrance, with white marble pillars creating the doorways.

The place was bustling with activity. Once you finished admiring the place, your attention turned to the guests. Some women were wearing seductive gowns, while others were only wearing beautiful (and probably extremely expensive) lingerie. All of the men were wearing suits or tuxedos. With the motley of outfits you observed, you figured what you were wearing really wasn’t that strange.

“Drinks ladies?” a waitress materialized from thin air.

“Yes please! Thanks,” Chungha quickly grabbed two glasses.

Your eyes widened as the waitress walked away. She was wearing a thin white sheet that was completely see through, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

You realized that this must have been their uniform, as the rest of the servers were dressed the same way. Both males and females.

“CHUNGHA!” a shrill voice cut through the air.

“Ah hey! Thank you so much for inviting me!” Chungha greeted the girl who called out to her.

“Of course! I live for these parties! I’ve never seen hotter men anywhere else,” the girl winked, “My uncle wants the guests to know that all of the servers are available. All the rooms upstairs are unlocked, unless they’re being used of course. I hope you ladies get a good catch tonight!” the girl quickly hugged both of you before scampering away.

“The servers are all available…? For what?” you shot a confused look to Chungha.

“I think you can figure that out,” she smiled sheepishly.

“Chungha, did you invite me to a freaking orgy!?” you cried out.

“You said you wanted to watch over me!” she playfully argued, “You’re already here, ___. You might as well try to enjoy yourself.”

“I guess I’ll settle for people watching,” you sighed.

“Oh! I see someone I know, I’ll be right back,” Chungha squeezed your arm before disappearing into the crowd.

After snatching another drink from a scandalously clad waiter, you retreated to an empty corner. You hoped to observe the guests unnoticed and unbothered. After about half an hour, you noticed an odd pattern. People would woo their target, disappear for a bit, and then return to continue the hunt. Their clothing was often disheveled once they resurfaced, but it didn’t really matter when they were bound to be torn off again.

“Bored?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

“I’m thoroughly entertained,” you answered without taking your eyes off of the party.

“I think I could bring you more entertainment,” the man suggested as he gripped your hips.

“Get your hands off of me!” you push him off.

The assailant was an older man, at least 30 years older than you, and he seemed bewildered that you turned him down. His breath reeked of alcohol, and the dilation of his eyes alluded to his other indulgences of the night.

“I was promised that everyone at this party wanted to have some fun,” he angrily grasped your arm.

You cried out in pain. You were about to punch him in the face until someone else beat you to it. The man crumpled to the ground clutching his bloody nose.

“You little shit! I’ll find out who you are and ruin your life!” the man threatened.

“Mind your tone, worm. Or do I need to beat you senseless to remind you of your place?” your savior shot a baleful glare at the pathetic man who now cowered in fear.

“Are you okay?” your rescuer asked in a soft tone after the man was out of sight.

“Much better now, thank you. That guy was crazy. I’m ___,” you raised your hand for a handshake.

“I’m Jimin. Pleasure to meet you,” he delicately kissed your hand.

His intricate silver mask matched his hair. Even with his face half covered, you could tell that he was remarkably handsome. His dark suit made him look professional yet charming. You felt out of place standing beside him.

“Have you found a partner yet?” he asked bluntly.

“I’m not looking for one; I’m just here to take care of my friend. I don’t think I belong here,” you admitted.

“Why not? I know half of your face is hidden, but I’m willing to bet that you’re more gorgeous than half the people here. I like your style, it shows that you don’t really care for the norm,” Jimin gave you a thumbs up.

Even though it was meant as a compliment, it was off putting to know that you really did stick out like a sore thumb.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, “Have you found yours?”

“Nah, I hate big parties like this. Especially this one,” he shrugged.

“Then why are you here?” you figured that he’d have a line of women begging to sleep with him.

“Much like you, I’m watching over a friend. However, I have lost track of him. Where’s your friend?”

“I lost track of her too,” you laughed.

“If you don’t mind, could we go somewhere quieter? I’d love to get to know you better. Wait, not like that. I genuinely mean I’d like to have a conversation with you,” his flushed cheeks made him even cuter.

“Sure, lead the way, my noble hero,” you took his hand in yours.

It was a bold move, and you usually preferred to play it safe. Tonight was different. You’ll probably never see this guy again. Where’s the harm in flirting a little?

“Of course, my lady,” he played along.

He led you outside to the gardens. Fairy lights were strung up everywhere, giving the gardens an inviting aura. Tall shrubbery caught your eye. Jimin’s eyes followed your gaze.

“It’s a maze,” he said, observing your curiosity.

“This place has an actual labyrinth?” your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wanna go explore it? I can’t guarantee you that we won’t get lost,” he offered.

“Yes please!” your eyes lit up.

Jimin couldn’t help but smile at your ebullience. How did someone so sweet end up in a twisted place like this?

“Can we take off these silly masks now? I hate wearing mine,” Jimin squeezed your hand.

“Sure, I don’t care. I apologize in advance if you go blind after seeing my face,” you jested.

You both took a moment to soak in each other’s true appearances. Jimin was more handsome than you could’ve dreamt. His individually delicate features attributed to an overall godly image that you had a hard time believing was real.

“Even more beautiful than I imagined,” Jimin acknowledged you with an approving smile, “Let’s ditch this stupid soiree,” he held out his arm for you.

Abandoning the masks on the ground, you practically dragged Jimin into the labyrinth. Corn mazes at Fall Festivals were fun, but this was the real deal. The hedges were at least 3 meters tall. No one would be able to find you if you actually got lost here.

“I think I heard that the trick is to keep to the right wall,” Jimin explained.

“Why don’t we take turns choosing which way to go? Unless you’re scared of getting lost,” you teased.

“Don’t get mad at me when we’ve been stuck in here for days,” he laughed.

You traversed the maze hand in hand with Jimin. The conversation began to flow naturally. Jimin listened to you intently and replied thoughtfully.

The night darkened as the party was left further behind. Normally, this eerie setting would frighten you, but your company made it bearable. Nothing but the moonlight lit your path now. You were too busy enjoying yourself to realize that you both were hopelessly lost.

“I hope you don’t mind me pointing out that this is the third dead end we’ve encountered in the past two minutes,” Jimin elucidated once you found yourselves staring at a green barrier yet again.

“Do you think someone will come to rescue us?” you started to panic.

“Definitely not tonight. Probably not tomorrow either,” Jimin answered brusquely.

“Let’s retrace our steps again. I might end up eating you if we really do get stuck out here,” you tried to joke.

“Eat me?” Jimin chuckled, “My dear, what if I end up eating you?”

“Sorry pretty boy, but I feel like I could easily beat your ass in hand to hand combat,” you laugh as you turn to leave.

Suddenly, your back was being pinned against a hedge. Jimin placed one of his hands on your shoulder and the other one on your waist.

“Let me rephrase that. What if I end up eating you out?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

“I might enjoy that. However,” you quickly hook your leg around his knee to dead leg him.

Jimin’s surprise gave you the opportunity to knock him to the ground. You wrapped your right arm around his left arm, effectively pinning him down. You firmly gripped his left wrist with the same arm, rendering both of his arms useless.

“I don’t think you’re capable of doing that right now,” you fake a pout as your free hand wanders from his chest down to his crotch.

He was already somewhat hard when you began to palm him through his pants. You planted a soft kiss on his neck, sucking slightly before breaking contact. Jimin moaned at the sensation, his hips bucking up into your hand.

“What do you want, pretty boy?” you whispered in his ear as you cupped his length in your hand.

“Oh my god I want to fuck you,” he pleaded.

“You’re in no position to fuck anyone,” you reminded him, tightening your grip on his arms.

“I want you to fuck me, ___,” Jimin’s whines grew desperate.

“Is that so?” you say as you unzip his pants, “Here outside? On the ground? That’s a bit improper for a prince like you, don’t you think?”

His erection was fully exposed now. You slowly pumped him, pleased with his length. It took every bit of self-control to not immediately pounce on his dick. You traced your thumb around the soft tip, causing him to moan again.

“I don’t care. I just need my cock buried in you,” Jimin replied between moans.

“You’re so needy. I guess I could help you out,” you release him from your clutches.

Jimin instantly knocked you onto your back as soon as he was freed. He pinned you the same way you pinned him. You were both impressed and shocked that he learned how to do it already.

“That was a cheeky display. Very hot. I admit that I’ve never begged for pussy before, so props to you,” Jimin awarded you plaudits.

His free hand snaked its way down to your clothed pussy, pleased to find that you were already wet. He toyed with your clit through the fabric of your panties. He relished watching your squirm beneath him.

“It’s not so fun being pinned down, huh?” he kissed your neck in a similar fashion, except he ended his kiss with forceful suckling that was sure to leave a mark.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of fun,” you tried to keep your cool, but were failing miserably.

“Do you want me to touch you, my dear ___?” Jimin asked sweetly.

“Please do,” you exhaled with exasperation.

“You can beg better than that,” he admonished.

“Jimin, fuck me until I forget my own name,” you begged.

“You’ll only know my name by the end of tonight,” Jimin promised as he pulled your panties aside.

He slid in a finger to test how wet you were. You squealed with delight as he easily stuck in two fingers. He expertly curled them in you, grazing your g-spot. Your body tried to move to cope with the pleasure, but Jimin refused to let you go.

“You’re staying right here until I say so. I enjoyed going along with your power play, but you have to learn that I’m the one in charge,” he smirked.

His thumb circled your clit as he mercilessly fingered you. Your legs spasmed as your orgasm led a wave of euphoria across your body.

“Jimin, I’m--oh fuck, I’m cumming,” you cried out.

Jimin helped you ride it out, not slowing down his pace. However, he still didn’t slow down afterward. Your clit was oversensitive and tears began to well in your eyes.

“You’re beautiful when you cum, I want to see it again,” he praised as his pace quickened yet again.

It wasn’t long before your second orgasm hit. The bliss was more intense this time, causing you to cry out even louder. Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you, then promptly popped them into his mouth.

“You taste like a delicacy,” he said after licking his lips, “You ready to take this cock?”

You nodded silently, as you were attempting to catch your breath.

Jimin aligned his hips with yours. He tantalizingly ran his dick along your wet folds. His tip eventually teased your entrance by barely entering before he took it out again. He loved watching your body beg to be fucked; your hips seemed to move by themselves as they tried to buck into him.

“Jimin, I can’t take this anymore. Stick it in already!” you yelled.

“So impatient,” Jimin chuckled, “Ready?”

“Yes!”

Jimin slowly inserted himself in you. You groaned at the feeling of finally being stretched out by his cock. His tip was fully inside you when a commotion interrupted him.

“We’re fucking lost bro,” a guy said.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you listened to me in the first place!” his companion retorted.

Jimin immediately pulled out and helped you up. He shoved his erection into his pants before leaning against a hedge to blend into the shadow.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to go in!” the first man bickered back.

“I said ‘I bet no one else is in there, let’s check it out’”, his companion explained.

“Okay, well now we’re lost. We haven’t even seen a single person since we’ve entered.”

Jimin took you by the hand and quietly led you out of the dead end. He didn’t know where the interrupters were, but he simply went in the opposite direction of their voices.

“We’re all alone now. Pull down your pants, Hobi,” you heard one of the guys say.

“Make me, Yoongi,” the other guy challenged.

“You won’t be so cheeky when my balls are in your mouth,” Yoongi replied, his voice suddenly lower and domineering.

The sound of clothes being ripped off mixed with passionate groans and wet noises grew further away as Jimin navigated through the maze.

“They sound like they’re having fun,” you broke the silence.

“That should have been us,” Jimin was obviously annoyed, “I’m gonna get us the fuck out of this goddamn maze. I swear to god, I’m going to dick you down properly tonight.”

You didn’t know which was more impressive: sheer luck or Jimin’s determination. Either way, one of those things (or maybe some of both) allowed both of you to finally emerge from the maze’s clutches.

Jimin dragged you back to the mansion while completely ignoring everyone who called out to him. You’re not surprised by his popularity; this man looks like he was carved by God himself.

The party had only escalated inside the mansion. Guests had started to forgo public decency altogether. You saw at least three explicit acts of fornication on your way up to the private rooms.

Once upstairs, you heard nothing but people deep in the throes of passion on the other side of just about every door. Jimin led you past them all, not even stopping in front of the ones indicated as ‘vacant’. At the end of the neverending hall was a large ornate wooden door. Its style clashed with the sleek marble that decorated the rest of the mansion.

Jimin whipped out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. You weren’t prepared for what was on the other side. Unlike the modern style that fitted the rest of the house, this room was decorated with wood.

The carved wooden furniture gleamed brightly due to their polish. The room itself was huge. A king sized bed awaited you at the opposite wall. Elegant curtains draped around the bed, reminding you of the beds royalty would use in movies. Even though the room gave off a cozy aura, it still boasted opulence.

“You like it?” Jimin asked once he saw you gazing around the room in awe.

“It’s beautiful. It feels like I’m in some Elvish Woodland King’s room or something,” you spoke honestly.

“That’s high praise,” he chuckled, “C’mon. I believe we have some unfinished business,” he pulled you onto the bed.

Jimin kissed your neck, peppering in nibbles that made you shudder. You slipped off your skirt and panties as he fondled your breasts. You helped him undress as you threw off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. You held back a gasp when his abs and toned chest were revealed. You figured he was fit, but you didn’t realize how fit.

His fingers found their way back into your pussy. Jimin sucked on your neck as his nimble fingers made you wetter by the second. Your back arched as your moaned in pleasure when his thumb played with your clit.

“I’m so fucking wet, Jimin,” you breathed into his ear.

“All for me, baby?” he cooed.

“Who else? Honestly, I’ve never been this aroused in my life,” you admitted.

“I’m happy I could change that for you. If you liked my fingers that much, let’s see what my cock can do for you,” he winked as he tugged off his pants.

Jimin spread your legs open as far as they could go. He didn’t have the patience to tease you this time. He filled your pussy up with the entirety of his cock. You relished the stretch; you’ve been waiting all night for this the moment you laid eyes on him.

Jimin began vigorously thrusting into you. The sound of his hips slamming into you coupled with the wet noises of your sopping pussy were drowned out by moans from both parties. Hearing Jimin’s grunts only turned you on more, and the same could be said whenever Jimin heard your melodic moans.

Jimin leaned over to makeout with you, his tongue dipping between your parted lips. You clawed at his back while you kissed him back with ferocious reciprocity. You were getting close to climaxing yet again.

“Jimin, I’m so--”

“Missionary? I know you can do better than that,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted you.

“Fuck off, can’t you see that I’m busy?” Jimin replied angrily, yet he never stopped fucking you.

You were so embarrassed that you grabbed a pillow to hide your face. One person seeing you like this was already flustering enough, but two? Although your mind immediately went to shaming you for being in such a compromising position, it was also kind of a turn on.

“Aw, is she shy? That’s cute,” the unfamiliar boy said.

“What do you want?” Jimin finally pulled out to actually hold a conversation with the intruder.

“I got bored. I figured I’d come in here and jack off or something. I didn’t think you’d be using it,” the voice got closer.

“Well, I am. So get lost,” Jimin growled.

Suddenly, the pillow that covered your face was yanked off. Looking down at you was a man whose beauty rivaled Jimin’s (though you didn’t think that was possible). The man had more of a boyish devil-may-care look. His long dark hair framed his face perfectly, as it showed off his sharp jawline. He traced a finger from your cheek down to your chin.

“She’s cute,” he gave Jimin an approving nod.

“Yeah, and she’s mine. Go away, Jungkook,” Jimin was getting more frustrated by the second.

“Yours? Are you guys dating already?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“No, but--”

“Then it should be fine if I did this,” Jungkook cupped your face with one hand as he bent down to kiss you.

“Jungkook!” Jimin threw a pillow at him.

Jungkook chuckled as the pillow harmlessly bounced off of him. He deepened the kiss, and soon your tongues were swirling over each other. One of his hands wandered over to your breasts. He pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp into his mouth.

“Oh, she’s so sensitive,” Jungkook smirked, “Let me play with her after you.”

“She’s not a toy,” Jimin defended you.

“It’s okay,” you said softly.

“What?” both of the boys asked in unison.

“You can both use me...however you like,” you looked away shyly, bewildered at what you had just said.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jungkook grinned.

“You’re too sweet for your own good, ___. Are you sure?” Jimin asked.

You simply nodded, not able to make eye contact with either of them.

“Alright, baby. Let me take care of you first. Jungkook, you can watch how a man properly fucks a lady,” Jimin glared at Jungkook.

Jungkook stripped down to his underwear as Jimin flipped you onto your knees. You moaned loudly as he started hitting it from the back. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper. You buried your face in the sheets in an attempt to muffle your whines.

“Nuh uh,” Jimin tsked as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

He pulled your head up, exposing your lustful moans. He thrusted harder when he heard you. You opened your eyes to find Jungkook intently staring at you. Feeling cheeky, you made a ‘come here’ motion with one of your pointer fingers.

Jungkook happily obliged. Instead of directly kissing you, he licked up your neck, causing you to shudder. He sucked lightly on your neck as he once again played with your boobs.

“You’re not mad, Jimin?” he was surprised.

“She got wetter. Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” Jimin was lost in pure bliss.

Jungkook pulled you into another heated makeout session. You periodically moaned into his mouth whenever he tugged at your nipples. You whined as he broke the kiss.

“Such a good girl,” Jungkook stroked your cheek, “Wanna try something?” he asked.

You eagerly nodded. It was hard to think when one gorgeous man was making out with you and pinching your nipples, while another gorgeous man was roughly fucking you from behind.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” Jungkook ordered.

You complied, opening as wide as you could. You watched Jungkook reveal his hard cock, which made your mouth water. His dick was bigger than Jimin’s, but less girthy. It had a little curve that made it look prettier for some reason.

“Want me to put it in? I’d love to see how deep you can take it,” Jungkook stroked his cock.

“I’ll take it all,” you said confidently.

Jungkook smiled at your determination. He lightly placed the tip onto your tongue. You twirled your tongue around it, making Jungkook moan with surprise.

“Maybe she’s not as shy as I thought,” he said to Jimin.

Jimin harshly spanked your ass, causing you to jerk forward. You heard him chuckle behind you.

“I love it when good girls go bad. They’re always the most fun,” Jimin reached his hand around you to play with your clit.

You almost lost control in your arms and fell forward when Jungkook grabbed you.

“You have to be a good girl and hold yourself up. We can fuck you from both sides if you do that, babygirl,” Jungkook ran his thumb along your drooly lips.

You propped yourself back up on your arms and opened your mouth again for Jungkook. He patted your head in approval before placing his dick back onto your tongue. He began pushing himself into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Blink twice if it’s too much,” Jungkook instructed.

To his surprise, you managed to take in his full length. You kept gagging since Jimin was thrusting you forward, but that just made it feel better for Jungkook. Jungkook let you know that he was going to start face fucking you, to which you nodded in response. Well, as much as you could nod while his penis was in your mouth.

It didn’t take long for both of the both to boys to fuck you in unison. They rhythmically pulled out and thrusted into you at the exact same time. The intensity of everything turned you on so much, you could feel your juices running down your legs.

Your climax hit you like a truck. Your legs spasmed under you as you cried and gagged on Jungkook’s dick. The feeling of you cumming on Jimin’s cock brought him to the edge. Almost immediately after, Jimin pulled out and came all over your ass.

“Switch places with me,” Jungkook instructed Jimin, “You didn’t think you were done yet, did you?” he winked at you before pulling his dick out of your mouth.

Your sensitivity was through the roof. Jungkook didn’t give you any warning before he inserted himself in you. Jungkook went even deeper than Jimin, and your legs were on the verge of giving out.

“It looks like she can’t hold herself anymore,” Jimin observed with a sly smile.

“I guess I have to do all the work. Stupid slut,” Jungkook groaned, abruptly snatching your arms.

He chuckled when you momentarily fell forward onto your face, but he easily lifted you back up by pulling back on your wrists. You’ve never been roughly restrained like that before, but you wouldn’t complain. Jungkook’s powerful thighs slammed into you repeatedly.

You couldn’t begin to comprehend how sinful you looked: titties bouncing, messy hair, and a lustful expression that rivaled that of succubi themselves. Not to mention you were practically glowing from the film of sweat that developed over the night.

“I’m jealous that he’s kissed you more than I have,” Jimin pouted before he cupped your face.

Wriggling underneath you, Jimin made it easier for you to kiss him. His pillowy lips felt heavenly as he playfully fondled your breasts. He didn’t twist or pinch your nipples like Jungkook did. Instead, he massaged them in a way that still felt delightful.

“Dude, your junk is really close to mine,” Jungkook complained.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Jimin responded between your kisses.

Jungkook’s pace started getting sloppy. You could tell he was close just by his irregular breaths. The room was filled with lewd sounds. Jungkook’s grunts, Jimin’s moans, and your mewls all blended into a chorus of carnal pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jungkook stuttered before pulling out.

You felt his hot juices splatter across your backside. You toppled onto Jimin when Jungkook let go of your wrists. Jimin just chuckled and held you in a warm embrace.

“You did so well, ___,” he praised before kissing your forehead.

“Was that your first threesome? If so, I’m impressed,” Jungkook cleaned you up with a warm washcloth.

“Mhm,” was all you could muster up to answer his question.

“She’s pretty out of it. Should she stay here for the night?” Jimin asked Jungkook.

“You’re offering to house her? You must have really loved her pussy,” Jungkook laughed.

“Shut up, I’m being serious. I don’t want to let her go back out there to those animals,” Jimin disclosed.

“Did she come alone?” Jungkook sat at the foot of the bed.

“She said she was watching a friend...I don’t think she mentioned who though. Hey, ___, darling, who did you come with?” Jimin gently questioned.

“Chungha,” you said meekly.

“Holy shit. Everyone has been trying to get with her all night,” Jungkook was shocked, “Yeah, I think her friend will be fine on her own. I can watch after her if you want.”

“By watch you mean fuck?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Who’s to say I haven’t already?” Jungkook replied cheekily, “You’ve been the most fun I’ve had in a while though,” Jungkook affectionately began scratching your back.

Your eyelids were getting heavier with each passing moment. You instinctively clutched onto Jimin tighter. You’ve always been a cuddler when it was time to sleep.

“I’m gonna go, want me to lock the door?” you heard Jungkook say.

“Yes please. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jimin sent him off.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked while stroking your hair.

“Mhm. And hungry,” you said half asleep.

“What would you like to eat?” Jimin inquired.

“Grilled cheese,” you said without skipping a beat.

“Just grilled cheese? I could get you anything you want. Lobster, caviar, takoyaki, or maybe even steak?” Jimin was eager to take care of you.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily.

“Uh, a little past 1am.”

“It’s time for a midnight snack. And grilled cheese is the perfect midnight snack,” you nodded your head to confirm your reasoning.

“God, you’re adorable. Alright, a grilled cheese will be here soon,” he kissed your forehead again.

“You go make it?” you pouted, not wanting him to leave your side.

“No, I just texted one of the chefs,” he answered.

“Oh, you’re friends with a chef? That’s nice.”

“Somewhat? They work for my father.”

“Is your father the head chef?”

“No, he’s a businessman,” Jimin chuckled.

“Do you like business? Like your father?”

“No, I actually detest it. My father’s riches mean nothing if he can’t even love his family. He does ridiculous things to showcase his ‘love’ but I don’t buy it. Like this stupid fucking party that he throws every year. His excuse is that he’s providing any luxury money can buy. It’s all just bullshit,” Jimin sounded upset.

“This party? Your dad hosted it?” intrigue stirred you from your sleepy state.

“Yeah, this is the house I grew up in. This is my room,” Jimin admitted.

You were silent for a bit before responding, “I’m sorry your dad is a dick.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. At least one good thing came out of tonight,” he squeezed you tighter.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Jimin retrieved the delivery. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d be eating grilled cheese off of a silver platter. Jimin ate quietly beside you.

“I don’t know if this is too forward, but would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” he finally piped up.

“I literally can’t think of anyone that has seen me more intimately than you. Well, besides Jungkook. Of course, I’ll go on a date with you,” you leaned over to kiss Jimin’s nose.

“I guess the dating timeline is a little off since you’re spending the night here too,” Jimin laughed before stopping himself, “Wait, you are spending the night, right?”

“I have no idea where Chungha is, and she’s my ride,” you shrugged.

“You’re welcome to say here if you’d like,” he offered.

“I suppose I can clear my schedule for you,” you teased.

With a tummy full of grilled cheese, it didn’t take long for you to fall sound asleep in Jimin’s arms.

[9:24am from Chungha] BITCH! I heard rumors you slept with THE Park Jimin?! A different rumor said you slept with Jeon Jungkook??? Explain please???

[10:19am] What if I slept with both?

[10:20am from Chungha] NO WAY! Tell me all about it asap

“You good?” Jimin nuzzled your neck.

“Never better,” you smiled.

Published January 7, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020-2021 Baepsaesbae

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[clusterbuck]

once bitten, twice shy

(3.5k, rated T, complete; asexual!eddie) read it on ao3

@911week day 5: "can you keep a secret?" + comfort

Eddie is fifteen the first time he thinks maybe he’s not like everyone else. It’s around the time his friends start discovering girls, and when Eddie listens to them talking it sounds like a foreign language. He’s misplaced his dictionary, can’t parse their intonation. Half the things they’re saying make no sense to him. He tries to join the conversations, but the words don’t come easy; he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say.

It feels like the change happens overnight, like one day they’re trading Pokémon cards and the next day everyone’s comparing notes on first kisses and a base system that Eddie doesn’t quite understand.

And for a while, he wonders if maybe the reason he feels so out of place is that when his gaze wanders in class, it doesn’t land on a girl. The few times he lets himself look, he’s looking at Joseph McNamara. But then he listens to his sisters talking about boys, and their dialect is just as unfamiliar. When Eddie thinks about Joseph, he doesn’t think of the things his sisters talk about: the size of his hands, the shape of his ass, what his lips would feel like.

Instead, he thinks about sitting together under the wide Texas sky, tracing constellations with his fingertips. He thinks about going to the diner down the street and ordering milkshakes, switching glasses halfway through so they can both try both flavours. He thinks about having someone to call, in those moments where he doesn’t have anything specific to say, just wants to hear someone else’s voice at the other end of the line.

Eddie makes the mistake of bringing it up with his friends once—just the once. They laugh him off, and call him names that make him glad he didn’t mention who he wants all of this with. The next day Eddie sees Benny at the diner with his girlfriend, grinning like a fool into their shared milkshake, and he understands a little more: it’s okay to want the things he wants, but it’s not okay to talk about them. It’s not tough. It’s not manly. It’s just not what you do.

There are times he thinks maybe everyone else is just making it up. That maybe this is how it works, and everyone else is just better clued into that fact. But then he watches Hugo literally trip over his own feet when Stacy Connors walks past in a skirt that’s an inch or two short of the school dress code, and it certainly looks genuine enough.

Eddie doesn’t get it, so—that must mean there’s some big secret of the universe that he’s just not privy to. Or maybe there’s something wrong with him, something broken deep inside of him in the place where other people feel these things.

It starts seeping into every area of his life. Football practice gets awkward, because locker-room talk is a cliché for a reason, and Eddie lives in fear of someone calling him out for not participating. Going to parties stops being fun, because all anyone wants to do is play spin the bottle, and Eddie mostly finds the idea of kissing half-strangers stressful.

And at home, his parents start asking about girls, and he tries to find a way to say that he’s not all too interested without implying that he’s interested in boys. Because even if he didn’t like Joseph in the way you’re supposed to like people—with the urges and the desires and the constantly trying to remove each other's clothes—he’s pretty sure his parents would have things to say about it. And he’s pretty sure they wouldn’t be positive.

In the middle of senior year he meets Shannon, and his first reaction is relief. Because he likes her—still not the way the world is telling him he’s supposed to, but enough that he works up the nerve to ask her to the movies. Enough that when she says yes, he’s willing to try.

Their relationship, at first, consists of fumbling and faltering, as Eddie tries to figure out what he’s supposed to do. He plays it off as nerves, as shyness, and she must like him, because she lets him get away with it.

The few times Eddie’s tried to talk to anyone about all of this—always vague, always open-ended, always asking for a friend—everyone’s said the same thing. It’s instinctive. Just do what feels good. Give in to the moment.

But whatever moment is supposed to take over never comes, and every time Eddie’s with Shannon he’s hyperaware of his limbs, his face, constantly worrying about what he should be doing and how he should be reacting.

Sometimes he thinks it means he and Shannon just aren’t compatible, but that isn’t the truth. Because he loves her, as much as he thinks it’s possible for him to love anyone. He loves spending time with her, loves being near her. She’s the first person he wants to tell about anything that happens to him, and the last person he wants to talk to every night.

He just doesn’t know if it’s enough.

Prom approaches, and Eddie knows what’s expected of him. His friends haven’t stopped talking about it for weeks, and there’s a buzz of nervous energy in the hallway at school, because, well, prom night is cliché for a reason.

His friends are counting the days, and Eddie’s thinking about how weird it is that they’ve all booked rooms at the same hotel. Having sex for the first time is supposed to be this magical, life-changing experience, but—how magical can it really be when the captain of his football team is doing the exact same thing on the other side of the undoubtedly paper-thin wall?

Prom goes by in a blur, and Eddie spends the whole time stressing. A part of him hopes that some long-buried instinct is going to rise up and take over, but most of him knows that it won’t.

Sex is… fine? Well. It’s awkward and it’s messy and there aren’t any instincts taking over and telling him what to do, and he can’t get out of his head enough to figure out how they’re supposed to fit together. But Shannon just laughs—gently, kindly, lovingly—and reaches over to help him.

Eddie’s still not sure he’s doing it right, but it must be close enough because after prom, it’s all Shannon wants to do. Well, not all, but it sure feels like that sometimes, like she doesn’t want to see him without the prospect of sex.

He just… doesn’t really get it. This is what everyone is so obsessed with? It just doesn’t seem worth it. He’s heard people complaining about how long they’ve had to go without, but he’s pretty sure he could never have sex again and it wouldn’t be an issue for him.

But Shannon definitely wants to keep having sex, and Eddie wants to keep seeing Shannon. So he approaches it like he would a new sport, figures out the best moves and the plays that work. And Shannon is into it, but Eddie never stops feeling like he’s just going through the motions.

By the end of the summer, he enlists in the Army. It’s a combination of a lot of factors—like the fact that he has no idea what he wants to do with his life—but in the back of his mind is the ugly truth: by going eight thousand miles away, he can keep loving Shannon without having to pretend to enjoy sex all the time.

He’s running away.

And it works, for a while, and then it doesn’t; but by the time it doesn’t, he has Christopher. And he loves his son more than life itself, would lay his own life down for Christopher’s in a heartbeat. Christopher is his first priority in life, no questions asked.

But there’s no denying that there’s a convenience that comes with being a single father, and it is this: no one expects him to date. No one questions the fact that all he wants to do is focus on raising his son to be the best person he can be.

And for the first time he can remember, Eddie is happy with what he has. He’s happy with this life where he raises his son and goes to work and saves lives, and does it all with a team of people he comes to think of as family, a team of people for whom he is enough from the moment he shows up. A best friend who slides into his life so effortlessly, sometimes Eddie can’t tell where he ends and where Buck begins.

So when Ana Flores smiles at him, that day on the street when he’s treating her burn, and he feels a little flicker of something that could maybe evolve into something more, he feels confident to ask her out.

He doesn’t really know what he’s expecting—that it’s going to be different, this time? That maybe with Ana, it won’t matter as much?

As it turns out, neither of those are true. Things with Ana start off great, but by the time they’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months she’s getting frustrated, and he knows it.

Every time he goes over to her place, he tells himself tonight is the night he’s going to do it. Tonight is the night he’s going to sleep with Ana. But he can never quite make himself do it, can never bring himself to make the first move. Ana tries, a few times, but despite Eddie’s best efforts he thinks it’s probably pretty clear he isn’t into it.

When Ana breaks up with him, she doesn’t say it’s because of the sex—or the glaring lack thereof—but they both know it is. And he’s right back where he started, wondering what the hell is so wrong with him that he can’t just get it together enough to do this one thing.

He’s been sitting on this by himself for as long as he can remember, but it’s like Ana dislodges something inside him, and he’s suddenly desperate to talk to somebody—anybody—about it. And he doesn’t plan on it happening exactly like this, but it’s as good a time as any.

He’s sitting in a booth in the corner of a bar with Hen when it all comes tumbling out. “Can I tell you a secret?” he mumbles, mostly in the direction of the tabletop.

“Sure,” Hen says, and, inexplicably, glances across the bar to where Buck is playing a very intense round of darts with Chimney.

“I don’t get sex,” Eddie says, and keeps his eyes trained on the table, because he doesn’t want to see Hen’s reaction.

“Uh, you have a child,” Hen says. “Please tell me you don’t need me to explain how that happened.”

Eddie huffs a laugh. “Obviously, I understand how it works, mechanically,” he says. “I just… I don’t know, I don’t get why everyone’s so obsessed with it. Like, I think I could probably go my entire life without having sex again, and it wouldn’t be an issue.” He takes a deep breath. “I think that’s why Ana broke up with me.”

He looks up, finally, and Hen’s expression softens. She looks at him, considering, and then says something that is going to change his life, even if he doesn’t know it yet. “Have you ever looked into asexuality?”

Eddie hasn’t, but the word bounces around his head, non-stop like those beginning-of-the-millennium screensavers, and it’s not long before he’s making his excuses to the team, saying he has to get home to Christopher and ducking out.

Once he’s put Christopher to bed he sits at his laptop, fingers poised on the keys. Something as simple as a google search shouldn’t feel this momentous, but it’s a full minute before he can bring himself to hit search.

Eddie learns some things that night, about the world and at himself, and he can’t remember the last time he felt this free and this weighed down all at once. Free, because he’s lost count of how many years he’s spent thinking there is something broken inside of him, and now it turns out… there isn’t? It’s almost too much to process.

Weighed down, because it doesn’t change the fact that Ana didn’t want him, and he can’t imagine that anyone else will, either. He’s always been afraid that his disinterest in sex makes him unlovable, and he doesn’t really think having a label for it is going to help all that much.

Still, he goes to work the next day and pulls Hen aside, tells her she was right on the money, and she gives him a long hug.

Hen seems to think that this is good news, so Eddie tries to look at it that way. He tries to settle into his new identity, to be as proud of it as he is of being bi, but where bisexuality is a worn sweater, soft and comforting, asexuality is an overstarched coat, scratchy and poking at him in all the wrong places.

And he’s sure there’s a lot to unpack there, but instead, he hides the metaphorical suitcase under a bed in the attic of his mind.

And the thing is—it would probably be fine if all of this was abstract, a thought exercise the way it was for so many years between Shannon and Ana. Whether or not he is somehow fundamentally unlovable wouldn’t matter, if not for the fact that somehow, without him noticing, Buck has burrowed his way under his skin, and Eddie never wants him to leave.

He isn’t sure when it happens, only knows that he notices very abruptly one Tuesday morning, and after that, there isn’t a moment that goes by that he isn’t aware.

He’s almost painfully aware, in fact, after that. Aware of how every room feels a little brighter when Buck walks in, how his house feels empty when Buck isn’t there. How he turns to Buck when he sees something funny, even when he’s alone, because he’s just grown so used to the idea that Buck is always beside him, and how hollow he feels when there’s no one there.

Sometimes Buck looks at him, and Eddie gets the feeling that all he’d have to do is say the word, and Buck would be his. That the line they’re balancing on is razor-thin, and the slightest breeze would be enough to blow them over.

And god, if that thought doesn’t terrify him. Because Buck doesn’t know, and Eddie wants to keep it that way. He wants to stay in this limbo forever, teetering on the fence, full of potential but never actually taking the plunge, because if he never tries it can never go wrong. If he never tries, he’ll never have to put Buck in a position where he’ll have to lie and say he’s fine with it—of course he would say that, because he’s Buck, but how could he actually be okay with it?

But as long as Eddie lives in the maybe, he can sustain himself on the potential of it all.

Buck, apparently, can’t.

The night starts out like any other. They’re at Eddie’s, drinking beer on the couch and watching a movie to unwind after a long shift. Christopher is at Abuela’s for a sleepover, so the house is quieter than usual. Eddie’s sitting just a little too close to Buck, trying to leech his warmth and memorise the feel of their arms pressed together, so that one day when everything falls apart he’ll have something to look back on.

Out of nowhere, Buck pauses the movie and turns to face Eddie. Eddie’s heart starts racing, because he knows down to his bones that whatever happens next, it’s going to change everything.

And he’s really not convinced it’s going to change for the better.

“Are we ever going to talk about it?” Buck asks.

“Talk about what?” Eddie says, as if he doesn’t know. He’s pretty sure his voice gives him away.

“The fact that I’m in love with you,” Buck says, casual like he’s giving the weather report and not turning Eddie’s entire world upside down. “And I think you might be in love with me, too.”

For a moment, the only thing Eddie can hear is the rushing of his own blood. For a moment, he’s so tempted to just go with it, throw himself in whole-heartedly and damn the broken pieces of him, he’ll deal with that fallout when it comes.

But the rational part of him knows this approach has cost him his previous relationships, and that he can’t risk that happening with Buck. He has to cut this off at the root, now, before it has a chance to take hold and bloom. It’s the only way he’s going to survive it.

So he turns away, tries to make himself smaller. “You don’t want that,” he tells Buck. “You don’t want me.”

“Pretty sure I do, though.”

Eddie sighs. “No, Buck, it’s—we don’t want the same things. I can’t give you what you want.”

“And what is it that you think I want?” Buck doesn’t sound angry, mostly just curious.

“Sex,” Eddie makes himself say. “Buck, I’m asexual.”

There’s a beat, and Eddie doesn’t dare look at Buck. Then, carefully, Buck asks, “Wait, is that the big bad thing you’re so worried about?”

“It hasn’t exactly worked out well for me in the past,” Eddie mutters, still looking anywhere else except at Buck.

“Yeah, well, I’m not a fucking fool,” Buck says, and reaches out so he can turn Eddie to face him. Eddie goes reluctantly, looking down for as long as possible until Buck tilts his chin up so he can’t escape. “Eddie, I love you. Not the abstract concept of potentially having sex with you.”

“You say that now,” Eddie mutters. “But you’re going to get sick of it. Everyone does.”

“I’m not everyone,” Buck says, shrugging. “Look, nothing has to change, if that’s what you want, except I get to love you out loud.”

And it’s so guileless, so sincere and so entirely Buck, that Eddie lets himself consider believing it.

“Maybe… some things could change,” he murmurs, and reaches out to take Buck’s hand. Buck squeezes, quick and firm, and another piece of his resolve crumbles.

“Whatever you want,” Buck says softly.

“I want to love you,” Eddie admits. “I’m just—scared. I didn’t think this was something I could have.”

“But you can,” Buck says. “I promise you, you can.”

And the part of Eddie is still skeptical, still afraid that this is going to crash and burn spectacularly. But resisting is hard, and giving in and falling into Buck’s embrace is so, so easy.

They lie silently for a while, half on top of each other on Eddie’s couch. Buck’s face is pressed into the crook of Eddie’s neck, and his fingers are tracing soft patterns on Eddie’s arms. It’s comforting, and loving, and Eddie realises he can’t remember the last time someone touched him like this, without any expectation that it’s just a lead-up to something else.

“Wait, okay, but just so we’re on the same page,” Buck says eventually, “How do you feel about kissing? Because I feel like I’ve heard different things.”

“Uh,” Eddie says. “Kind of neutral, I guess?” Then he realises what Buck said. “Wait, who have you heard things from?”

Beneath him, Buck laughs. “I grew up queer on the internet. You’re not the first ace I’ve met.”

“We could… try it, maybe?” Eddie says, and wills himself not to blush like a seventh-grader on his first date.

“Do you actually want to?” Buck asks. “Or are you just saying that because I brought it up?”

“I actually want to, Buck, jesus,” Eddie says, shifting around until he’s facing Buck.

“I’m just trying to respect your boundaries!” Buck protests.

“Right now I’m trying to discover my boundaries.”

“Okay,” Buck says, “We can do that.” And then he’s reaching up, one hand gently cupping Eddie’s cheek, until their lips meet in a careful kiss. Eddie lets Buck take the lead, gives up all control to him. And it’s—he still doesn’t get all the hype, but he doesn’t hate it.

There are thoughts taking root in the back of his mind, thoughts about how maybe part of his general aversion has been the heavy weight of expectation that has been thrown at him from every direction. But that isn’t something he’s going to be able to think through in one night, and now isn’t the time, anyway.

Instead, he pulls back and grins at Buck. “Slightly above neutral now,” he says. “Open to further testing.”

“I told you,” Buck says, and the look in his eyes is so fond it threatens to take Eddie’s breath away. “Whatever you want.”

#911week2021 #buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fic #asexual eddie diaz #is something that can be so personal #honestly idk if this is really gonna resonate with a lot of people but that's okay #shush emma #emma writes #emma is ace

[djarinbarnes]

me olvidarás - one

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Pairings: Javier Peña x female reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Warnings for the chapter: vivid sex dream, masturbation... faceless javi. I apologize. I just want to get to the good stuff! :D 

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: an undeniable warm summer vacation in Bogotá. simply trying to get away from your nosey, boring parents and live for once, you meet a man who impresses you beyond where your imagination could ever take you.

a/n: first of all, I'd like to thank @demoneyesanddamagedsouls​ for being there for me through the whole writing process of this story so far. With her on the side, constantly hyping me up and giving me feedback, I've written over 5 chapters of this already. The full chapter count for this story hasn't been decided yet. I'll see where it goes <3 Second of all.... enjoy <3

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You hated being back. Every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was his eyes peering into yours from above. The mustache resting on his upper lip tickling your inner thighs, your neck, your forehead as he trailed kisses down your nose. You wished for the gods to take you back to Colombia. Back to him.

You remembered everything vividly - his hands on your body, the way they held you and the way they warmed your skin as they made their way over your body. There was no point in hiding it. You were completely and utterly in love with him.

It’d been no more than a week since you’d left Bogotá. Since you’d left him. You knew he was busy with his job, but the little he’d called you was somewhat unsettling. You waited for something - anything to happen to let you know he still thought of you - that you weren’t just a summer fling to him.

It came on a random Tuesday evening, and the way it showed itself… Well you could’ve avoided that. You’d just gotten home from one of your daily walks, where you found the proper time and space to think over the things that had happened, when you found your mother in the kitchen, postcard in hand.

The look on your mother’s face let you know exactly what was written on the postcard. “So that was what you were doing all summer, huh?” you felt the redness blooming in your cheeks as she waved it around. “Or should I say this,” she pointed to the scribbles. “Was who you were doing?”

Your eyes widened. Under normal circumstances your mother would’ve never addressed you like that. But you could see she was furious. She had been on your toes every day during your stay in Bogotá about the mystery guy who had drawn you away from them. “Who is he, then?”

You swallowed past the thick lump in your throat as you came to the conclusion, she had no business going through your stuff or reading your mail. “Mom!” You easily snatched the postcard from her hand, much to her dismay. “You can’t just…” you sigh before hiding the postcard behind your back. “He was… just a guy.”

The truth couldn’t be further from the words that had just left your lips. He wasn’t just a guy. No, he wasn’t a guy, he was a man. A man that had shown every crevice of your body pleasure like no one had ever done before. You felt your body react to just the thought about him, and it made you shudder.

You knew your mother would never believe any of the words you were currently trying to defend yourself with. You gave up with a sign and turned on your heel, walking through the house you called home and into the bedroom.

With the slam of your door, you finally looked properly at the postcard in your hand. You recognized the city of Bogotá easily.

Turning the card over in your hand you suck your lip in between your teeth, recollecting every feeling that flowed through your body with his lips against yours, his skin against yours, your bodies moving together as one.

You knew who had sent the card, even though there wasn’t any sender on it. The scribbled Spanish let you know, and boldly enough.

Parece que el destino nos ha juntado aposta. Yo sueño que estás cerca, tan cerca, aquí en mi camita durmiendo contigo, porque estoy pensando en ti otra vez

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a month earlier

Summer break. God, how you dreaded summer break. Your parents had finally decided to leave the state for vacation, and you were excited to go somewhere you hadn’t been before.

When they had told you about the vacation, you had been overjoyed. Finally, your parents had decided to be a little lively, to go somewhere that wasn’t just safe and sound.

You felt excited when they told you the duration of the vacation as well, and you just couldn’t wait to get going.

Three weeks in Bogotá. It was like a dream come true. You knew some things about Colombia, and the whole corruption of the police and the drug trading from college. It had caught your interest then, and it still intrigued you to get to know more about the city. And since you possibly got to explore some of the city yourself, you were even happier.

You started packing right after your parents told you, to make sure you had everything you needed when you had to travel. They had let you know that the hotel had a pool, so one of the first things in your bag was, of course, your favorite bikini.

You were definitely going to suck up some rays to fill your cells with the D-vitamin. You knew the air was going to be stuffy, humid and warm, but that didn’t make any difference for you at all. You would say you had prepared yourself from home, but there were just some things you never could prepare for.

You were slowly counting down the days until your departure, and you felt more and more excited as the days passed. At the same time, you were nervous. Nervous about the people in general, nervous about meeting new people.

The whole people thing wasn’t really you, and you silently prayed that your parents wouldn’t force you into meeting people you didn’t want to, like they usually did when you were out and about.

Come and meet our friends, they have a son about your age. Maybe you could grow to like each other.

Sure thing.

What your parents didn’t know was, that boys your age didn’t turn you on in the slightest. Quite the contrary, though. There was no legitimate reason for you to be into older men, since you had barely even spoken to men. But from what you had seen in telenovelas to practice your Spanish, the men over 30 definitely spoke to you in another way than younger guys did.

There was something flawlessly sensual about men with stubbles and slight wrinkles encapsulating their eyes, and right now Rafael Novoa was occupying your mind a little bit more than necessary. The whole idea of meeting an older man, an experienced man made your toes and fingers tingle.

You often dreamed about a faceless older man, coming to rescue you for whatever reason your subconsciousness decided to make up, and you loved and cherished those dreams so much. It was wild - your body being able to make you soaking wet, bringing you on the edge of orgasms by just imagining a man in between your legs, often causing you to wake up, startled by an orgasm.

It was an all new feeling, and it kind of scared you. You didn’t really know why you suddenly imagined such raunchy and vivid sexual encounters with men you never saw the face of - but you weren’t one to complain. You secretly hoped - prayed - that your dreams would come every night.

On the very last night before you were due to leave for Colombia with your parents, you had yet another dream. One that left you wanting more, one that left nothing to the imagination. You didn’t remember how it started, but you did know exactly how it ended. And god, if you weren’t seeking that out if you got the chance.

Fingers tangled with someone elses fingers, pressed into the grass above your head - you’re moaning wantonly as the unfamiliar face hidden in the dark leaves lingering, deep kisses against your neck, their hips pressing forcefully into yours, a thick cock deeply imbedded into your core.

Your leg is drawn around their hips, urging them closer and closer, impossibly closer as you breathe out into the night, the soft squelching sound from between you filling your ears along with deep groans, letting you know just the effect you had on the person above you.

Their hips grind into yours, their pelvis grinding forcefully right into your clit, drawing sweet, sweet pleasure into your abdomen, an unfamiliar coil tightening in your belly. You whimper out as the faceless person brings their mouth on top of yours, pushing their tongue into the warmth of your mouth, searching out yours in the darkness.

Then everything turns white - and you wake up in cold sweat, your pussy forcefully convulsing around nothing as you sit up in your bed, brought back to reality, even though you weren’t ready to leave your fantasy just yet. You wanted to see the person your mind had made up, wanted to see who brought you so much pleasure you could come from just imagining it.

You tried closing your eyes, desperate to see something - anything - yet the face never showed itself. Your sheets felt clammy as they stuck to your sweaty thighs and you quickly threw them off yourself before you fan your hands in front of your face, let down by what just happened. God, you wanted to feel that again.

You dart out of bed and into your bathroom, taking in the blush creeping up your neck before you quickly discard your pyjamas, taking a hurried shower to wash the sweat off your body. You don’t want to spend much time in the bathroom that morning, simply wanting to get out into the fresh air outside.

Yet your fingers find their way between your legs as you close your eyes, imagining the same thing you had dreamt just minutes before, as you dip your finger into your wet pussy, your other hand bracing yourself against the wall. You can feel the slick that had come from your dream, and you bite your lip as another finger joins the first easily, and before you know it, yet another.

You had no idea you were able to fit three of your fingers inside of you, yet here you were, and you found yourself quickly approaching the edge where you were sure you were going to fall off. Your thumb circled your clit rapidly, causing your legs to shake as you came on your fingers, your lip tugged in between your teeth to stifle the noise. You quickly cleaned yourself and your fingers before finishing your shower, eager to get going.

The whole drive to the airport, the waiting and the stuffiness of the plane had caused your head to throb, and you silently counted down the hours until you were free of other people. The hours felt excruciatingly slow as you braced yourself on the armrests of the plane, trying to get in an hour of sleep to ease your head.

Nothing worked though. The sound of screaming from a small child had your ears ringing, and even though you felt bad for both the kid and the parents, you had no surplus energy to allow yourself to feel bad. You just felt annoyed. And your ears had popped upon ascend - that didn’t make anything better.

When the plane finally touched down on Colombian ground, you silently cheered while others clapped. Who the fuck claps on a plane? You rolled your eyes as you found your bag in the overhead storage, desperate to get out of the plane quickly. You sighed as you remembered you had to wait for your luggage inside the airport as well.

The whole waiting for your luggage thing went quickly, and within an hour you were unlocking the door to the rented apartment your parents had taken care of. It was small but charming - a tiny kitchenette, a small living room and another room where you suspected the bedroom to be. The bathroom was also tiny, but you didn’t mind. It was a beautiful place.

You pulled your luggage into your bedroom, digging through the suitcases for your sunscreen and a cardigan, pulling it on quickly before leaving your parents to settle in as you ventured out into the bustling streets of Colombia. You don’t know how much time you spent wandering around, but you found something to eat along the way before you made your way back to your apartment as it started to get dark out.

You quickly grew bored in your own company, so when you remembered a bar you had passed on your way home, you quickly went over the options you had before you decided to prep your face in the bathroom, switching your ordinary bra out with a bralette and throwing a silver, sequined top on along with a black skirt. You paired it with some flats - it was Colombia after all, and you weren’t that good at running in heels if it came to it.

You pushed a few things into your handbag before you snuck out of the dark apartment, noticing the darkness of your parent’s on the opposite side of the small garden that separated the two. The door locked easily, and you quickly ventured out into the night, desperately hoping for some adventure to find you.

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[haikyunicorn]

kuroo with s/o who’s being followed

anon asked: “Good morning/evening!! Can I request a scenario with Oikawa and Kuroo (separately) where they aren’t with their fem!s/o but she calls them for help because she’s walking home alone late at night? Like maybe it’s a little angsty at first because it’s a little scary or they didn’t answer her call at first, and they’re far away from her but they wanna run out to protect/take care of her ? Kinda angsty but maybe it can end in fluff if you want, :) Please and thank you so much! Have a great day”

pairing(s): kuroo tetsurou x reader

genre: angst-ish, comfort, fluffy ending

warning(s): mentions of being followed

word count: 1.47k

[oikawa’s version]

Kuroo is an independent lover. Independent meaning he doesn’t feel the need to constantly be around you 24/7. He likes having his own ‘me time’ sometimes and doesn’t mind you doing the same. After all, he trusts you with his whole heart. (Though, that doesn’t mean he isn’t a clingy boy asking for hugs whenever you’re with him.)

Today was no different than the usual. It was a Tuesday, meaning the Nekoma volleyball club’s practice would run longer than normal and end after the sun had set. You poked your head into the gym after your last class, looking left and right for the roosterhead captain. 

“Looking for someone?”

A sly voice coming from behind you startled you, making you gasp and turn around only to come face to face with Kuroo, a cheeky smirk plastered on his face.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “I was gonna kiss my boyfriend goodbye before I leave, but seems like he’s not here today,” you teased, pretending to step around him and walk away.

“Aww, kitten, don’t be like that,” Kuroo cooed as he gently grabbed your arm and pulled you into a hug from behind.

You laughed lightly, wiggling out of his grasp to face him again. “Good luck in practice today,” you said, beaming up at him.

Kuroo felt his heart swell in his chest. “Thanks, babe,” he replied, mirroring your smile, “you going home right away today?”

“No, I’m meeting up with some friends to check out a new cafe,” you said.

“Ah, I see. Have fun, kitten.” Kuroo brought a hand to your head, messing up your hair and amusing himself as he watched you try to swat his hand away. “By the way,” he added, leaning closer to you, “where’s my kiss?”

For a second, you considered withholding his kisses to tease him some more, but you thought you had been stopping him from practice long enough when you heard the whistle from inside the gym. So you indulged him, leaving a short but sweet peck on his lips that was enough to make your breath hitch.

Kuroo, satisfied, was full on grinning now. “Thank you! I feel much more refreshed,” he exclaimed. He readjusted his bag on his shoulder as he started to walk towards the gym. “I’ll text you after practice, okay?”

You nodded and waved to him, watching as he disappeared behind the doors, before you started your own walk towards the cafe.

Your hang out with your friends lasted much longer than planned, with all of you losing track of time, and by the time you paid and stepped out of the cafe, the sun was almost completely set and the streetlamps became the main source of light. You bid your friends goodbye as they walked off to one way, leaving you to walk home alone as your house was in the opposite direction. You looked down at your phone to check the time, noting that Kuroo’s practice would be over in a few minutes.

Pocketing your phone, you made your way back home. You’ve rarely had to walk home alone after dark ever since you started dating Kuroo. Being the gentleman he was, he would always insist on walking you home whenever he could, especially after the late night dates you two shared, and this would be the first time in a while that you had to walk home without his company. Though, you currently weren’t too worried; you weren’t in an unfamiliar neighbourhood and there were still some people going about around you as well.

You were halfway home when you felt something wrong. You weren’t sure what it was, just a gut feeling, but it was making you uncomfortable. Nevertheless, you braved yourself to turn around and scan your surroundings.

Nothing was out of the ordinary. There were less people in the area now, but that was understandable. However, as you continued on your way, you were unable to shake away the strange sensation.

You decided to pull out your phone, checking for any messages from Kuroo to help ease your mind. To your delight, a notification from said person was already waiting, prompting you to reply back immediately and distracting yourself from your previous thoughts.

Tetsu😻: hey babe, just finished practice. R u home yet?

Y/N: nope, still on my way back

Tetsu😻: aww, it’s getting late, be careful :(

Tetsu😻: do u need me to come get you?

Y/N: no, it’s ok!

Y/N: i’m almost home anyway

Tetsu😻: alright then

Tetsu😻: i’m gonna go back to cleaning up the gym now, call if you need anything, ok?

Y/N: 🥺 the way i’d do anything for you

Y/N: will do! <3

Kuroo could feel his muscles beginning to ache as he cleared up the gym with the rest of the team. He paid it little mind, choosing to converse with Kenma and Yaku about their upcoming practice matches while the rest of the team -yell- talk amongst themselves. He was just about to reply to Kenma when his ringtone rang through the gym. Seeing as they were almost done cleaning up, he excused himself and walked to the benches where his phone was, the sight of your contact making him swipe the screen to answer the call.

“Hey-”

“Tetsu, are you still at the gym?”

Stunned by your urgent interruption, he blinked in confusion. “Yeah, we’re just about done here. Why, is everything okay?”

Your shaky breaths over the phone made him frown in concern, waiting for your answer. 

“No, I think someone’s following me.”

Your hushed answer drove a chill up Kuroo’s spine and made his heart drop. 

“Following you? Where are you?” he asked, almost demanded.

“I’m almost at the intersection near the school, can you come get me?” 

Kuroo’s chest tightened at your pleading tone and his mind was immediately made.

“I’m coming, stay on the phone.”

He all but sprinted out of the gym, yelling back to his team to finish cleaning up without him. The intersection you were at wasn’t too far, he could make it in 5 minutes if he kept up his current pace. He just hoped it wasn’t 5 minutes too late.

All Kuroo could focus on at that moment was the slight voices of you he could hear through the phone, telling him you’re waiting at the intersection. He paid no mind to how erratic his breathing was, how rapid his heart was beating, how his muscles burned as he forced himself to keep running. He just needed to get to you as fast as possible, because the thought of any harm coming your way when he could’ve done something - anything - to prevent it scared him out of his mind. 

Not long after, Kuroo could see where the street forked off into a 4-way junction, the streetlights illuminating it. For a second, he felt the panic increase when he couldn’t see anyone there. Nonetheless, he pushed himself forward.

To his relief, slowly, his eyes could make out an outline of a figure as he neared his destination. A figure he could unmistakably recognise anywhere, briskly walking towards his direction to meet him halfway. 

Kuroo could barely contain himself as he barreled straight towards you, arms immediately grasping onto you. 

The force of his impact, barely stopping himself, caused the both of you to stumble before regaining your balance. With your head buried in his shirt, you could feel his rapid heartbeat and hear him gasping to catch his breath along with the rise and fall of his chest. Warm and safe in your boyfriend’s arms, you felt yourself gradually calm down and both of your breathing even out.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” you could hear Kuroo murmur quietly, sighing into your hair.

You lifted your head to face him, resting your chin on his chest instead. “Thank you for coming.”

Kuroo let out a soft tsk at your words. “I’ll always come for you, kitten. Anytime you need, I’ll be there. Also, you’re never walking home alone again in the dark,” he declared, bringing one of his hands to your head and running his fingers through your hair.

You could only smile back in reply, your heart fluttering. The both of you stayed that way for a little while longer before reluctantly letting go of each other, though Kuroo replaced the hug by interlocking your fingers together.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you home now,” he said, as upbeat as he could to lighten the mood for you.

As the two of you headed in the direction of your home hand in hand, Kuroo suddenly stopped in his steps. “Uh, we need to go back to the gym for a while,” he said sheepishly.

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “Why? Haven’t you locked up the gym?”

“I left all my stuff there.”

here it is! finally the part 2 to the previous request :’) tbh idk how i feel about this because i had to pause several times while writing and wonder if this was too cringy in a way SDLKFJ

anyways i hope you enjoy this!

#haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! scenarios #haikyuu!! imagines #hq #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

[chaoswrites]

hiya darling! can i request hcs for akaashi, osamu, and kuroo (separately) with an s/o that has like an opposite personality from them? like, kuroo with a shy s/o that he enjoys making flustered, and akaashi and osamu with a more extroverted s/o that's always bright and bubbly. thank you so much!

Akaashi, Osamu, and Kuroo Having an S/o with the Opposite Personality

word count: 1687

gn!reader

a/n: hopefully this is meets your expectations. kuroo’s isn't as long as i wanted it to be but i wanted to get it posted. i actually had a lot of fun writing this so thank you for requesting :) feel free to send in requests, i love writing them and using them as an excuse to not do homework. enjoy and thank you for reading~

Akaashi

when akaashi first met you, he was having a bad day

the usual calm and collected setter was on the verge of cracking under the stress from a little thing called life

he was barely on time for class meaning he wasn't able to grab anything to eat before the bell; he had to deal with a mopey bokuto, and not knowing the cause, he was unable to fix his mood which resulted in bokuto following him around everywhere, whining and refusing to go to his own class most of the time; and he had to forfeit half of his lunch when someone (read: bokuto) somehow set it on fire (don't ask how, nobody knows, it wasn't even heated up or anything)

needless to say, he was hungry and exhausted from dealing with an even wore bokuto who wouldn't stop apologizing for “almost killing him”

when you walked in to practice following his two managers, it could have gone one of two ways:

one, your upbeat personality would be able to lift his spirits and be the bright beacon on his gloomy day, or

two, it could've caused him a greater headache knowing he would have to converse with someone so extroverted and expressive on the one day he wanted to hide away from the world when you made everything seemed so positive and all he wanted to do was tear his hair out from frustration on the unlucky hand he was dealt for the day

luckily for you and everyone in the vicinity, it was the former

your smiles and encouraging comments turned bokuto’s mood around, wanting to show off his skills rather than looking lame in front of this new person who has yet to see what he could do

solving one of his problems so easily drew him towards you, he wanted to know your secrets and also wanted you around all the time

after your introduction to each other that day, you both began to talk more and more

he found out you're a newfound friend of yukie and kaori even though you're a second year and that you're a food enthusiast like yukie and that you tend to talk a lot, not that its something he isn't accustomed to dealing with due to bokuto, it actually makes it easier to hang out when you tend to take charge of the conversations

the closer you guys got, the more it confused everyone else

no one expected the introverted and reserved akaashi to willingly subject himself to someone so talkative, especially since he deals with bokuto on the daily

but as more time went passed everyone accepted it as the new normal so when you two finally started dating, it surprised no one

you two were eventually known as the iconic pair of opposite personalities that seemed to just fit together, along with your third wheel that you couldn't seem to ever shake, not that akaashi expected bokuto to leave him alone once he started dating, he resigned himself to forever being his babysitter

you both complimented each other nicely, you being the open, bubbly conversationalist and akaashi there to reign you back whenever needed

nobody could see you two with anyone else

Osamu

when the volleyball team, including his twin, finally found out about you two, you were already dating for two months

the ever reserved man he is, he refused to let you meet anyone on the team in hopes to lessen the teasing (how wrong he was)

you didn't particularly mind, just happy to be dating him

although you did wish to be able to be more open about your relationship at school, you respected his wishes and left the more coupley aspects to when you're not around those who know you two

spending time and studying at your house and going out on days without practice became rituals between you two

the day you met the rest of the team was memorable, to say the least

you were over at osamu’s house, a rare occurrence that only happened when he knew atsumu was going to be gone the whole night

this particular day he was supposed to be working on a project with Ginjima and was planning to spend the night 

so there you were, osamu making you another one of his delicious creations in the kitchen while you were watching and telling him stories about your day at school

neither of you noticed when the front door of the miya household opened, in walk two boys that had realized they forgot vital materials at atsumu’s and walked over to get the work

as soon as the boys cross the threshold they freeze, surprised to hear an unfamiliar voice filling the usually quiet walls that occupy the house when the more expressive twin is absent 

let’s just say, when they walked into the kitchen and saw you, talking cheerfully and excitedly, and osamu, smiling and acknowledging the stranger at the various pauses you have during your storytelling, they were a little confused 

who was this person and why didn't they no about them?

atsumu, ever the antagonist, sat down next to you at the table and decided to throw his arm over your shoulders and leaning in, startling you and effectively ending your speech

at the sudden silence, osamu turns around confused to ask you what's wrong only to see his brother hanging off of you with the biggest smirk he could muster

before he could say a word, atsumu pulls out his phone and sends the message to end this man’s whole career into the volleyball group chat

in an instant, the whole volleyball team arrived at the miya house, filling the empty space of the kitchen, trying to get a look at “the friend” atsumu announced that a certain closed-off wing spiker had as company

having already pulled you away from his annoying brother, the numerous eyes in the room focused on you two standing awfully close to be just “friends”

the conversation wasn't as exciting as one might think

it pretty much went

osamu: “yes we’re dating. leave us alone”

then he grabbed your hand and dragged you over to your house instead

the rest of the team were left in various states of shock, not expecting him to be so blunt or to even admit it

the next day, you followed your boyfriend to his morning practice, ready to officially introduce yourself to everyone

when they saw you both come in, hands intertwined, the snarky remarks died on their tongues with your bubbly introduction

the contrast between their laidback hitter and the talkative newcomer that rivaled even atsumu’s vibrant personality surprised even the most conservative of the bunch

the rest of the practice consisted of many of the team members (mostly atsumu) asking you questions while attempting to avoid punishments from kita for not paying attention to practice and glares from osamu for invading his privacy

the initial shock of such an unlikely pair quickly dwindled after realizing how much osamu adores you, through all the quick glances and fond smiles when you continued to rant about your first date or some of your favorite things

not to say there wasn't any teasing, atsumu and the rest of the team gave him hell for the rest of his life for attempting to hide your relationship

Kuroo

dating this man is something else

luckily for you, even though he is more extroverted now, he was very introverted as a child, and is very used to dealing with introverts since he's best friends with kenma

so he'd be very understanding if you were shy and not very big on interacting with people

that doesn't mean he wouldn't push you out of your comfort zone every once in a while or tease the hell out of you

he knows your limits and when to pull back if it’s too much

when you first start dating, he’ll make sure that he's always checking up on you to make sure comfortable

he’ll drop everything to make sure you're ok and not being pressured into anything

but once you get comfortable around him and he knows you trust him he’ll make it his personal mission to fluster you

while he is nowhere near the confident fuck boy that most of the fandom makes him out to be, he won't back down on the chance to tease you

most of this came from flirting

bringing you with to volleyball practice (after he is 100 percent sure you are comfortable with the team, he doesn't want to put you in a gym full a people you can't relax around), he will use every opportunity to embarrass you

he’ll show off constantly to turn you into a stuttering mess

leaning over you on the bench to reach his water bottle that just so happened to have been forgotten beside you

wiping his face off with his shirt when he knows you're watching him play just to see you avoid his eyes when he catches you staring

most of the time, kenma takes pity on you

he’ll sneak you out of the gym when kuroo is distracted and let you watch him play video games while avoiding practice

both of you being introverts started a strong friendship between you two

the number of times kuroo went on the hunt for you only to find you guys shoulder to shoulder, kenma showing you something new on his psp, quiet mumbles being passed from one to the other

kuroo was very happy that you two found comfort in each other, glad that kenma put an effort into making sure you were comfortable just as much as him

no one was really surprised on the relationship that bloomed between you and kuroo

at this point, most of team believed he was just taking in introverts under his wing

some were kinda concerned before they realized that wasn't the case

overall, the best person for someone more on the shy side is kuroo because he would be the perfect combination of pushing your limits and understanding your reluctance to be so open

everything (minus smaus) taglist: open

@woodygirl127 @remuswriting @cleopatera 

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out of line

Okay so this is a little baby one shot  based on my mental health advocate!mickey headcanon that I posted a little while back. I used to write a lot for various fandoms back in high school, but it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and even longer since I’ve shared anything I’ve written with anyone other than @lewslew, so please be nice- I definitely have some room to grow with characterization and timing. 

This is taking place post-finale, so I’ve taken some liberties regarding what everyone ends up doing after the series. In my mind, Mickey and Ian buy the Gallagher house themselves, because they’re Southside boys at heart and they need a backyard for their dog (duh). But they’re waiting on their Westside lease to end, so Lip, Tami and Liam are staying in the house while Lip and Debbie fix it up and renovate a little (you can find my whole hc on what everyone’s up to post-series here). I was talking to @iansfreckles a while back about a possible Gallagher/Tamietti family dinner- I’m so interested in how this would go and how the families’ dynamics would interact. SO, this takes place at said Gallagher/Tamietti family cookout, right as Lip and Tami are moving out of the house, and Ian and Mickey are moving in. Cami and Brad’s kids are with Aunt Oopie, I dunno I didn’t want to write them haha. 

Content warning: ignorant/rude comments about individuals with mental illnesses and language akin to that of the show

-

Tami had almost said no when Cory asked to bring her new boyfriend to the Gallagher house. Between the Gallagher and Tamietti families, there were going to be plenty of big personalities under one roof, as is. But Cory had actually asked this time, and she had just babysat Fred during a last minute highlight appointment. Tami had reluctantly agreed and her sister had seemed so happy that she almost forgot her hesitation. 

Looking back, Tami’s decision was questionable. Lip had been able to prepare his family for the rest of the Tamietti’s, explaining the family dynamics and topics to avoid. Chad was a wildcard.

He had burst through the front door laughing loudly beside Brad and Cami, who didn’t seem to think the joke was as funny as Chad did. Cory and Bob followed them in, annoyance clear on Bob’s face. Tami and Lip moved to the door to greet their visitors, Tami depositing Fred in Carl’s lap, where he was sitting on the couch. Carl immediately grabbed the toddler under his arms, grinning at him and lifting him up above his head, making propellor noises on his way down. 

This, this is what Tami had wanted her family to see. The Tamiettis had made it clear that while they tolerated Lip, they thought Tami could do better. They thought he was ill equipped to help raise a family, constantly doubting his ability to provide, and his dedication to his family. Tami had tried to explain Lip’s role in his own family- the patriarch of the Gallagher home, a man who had been taking care of people for his entire life. Perhaps the only way for the other Tamiettis to see the value in the Gallagher side of Fred’s family, was to observe it first hand.

Lip made it to the Tamiettis first, shaking Bob’s hand and taking the handful of bags and jackets that were thrust into his arms. 

“No show Brad!” Tami cheered, hugging her sisters, “You made it!” 

Brad rolled his eyes, lightly clapping Tami on the shoulder, “Yeah, yeah, I’m here.”

Cory turned towards her sister, a wide smile on her face, “Tam, this is Chad, the guy I was telling you about?” 

Tami turned to shake his hand, finally giving him a good look. Truth be told, he looked like every other guy Cory had seriously dated- some tall, brunette, conventionally attractive, straight laced kind of guy. He didn’t seem any different from the other business majors, fraternity boys and bar bouncers that Cory had intruded her to. 

“Tami right? So great to meet you, thanks for inviting me!” 

“Of course, nice to meet you too! Come on in, you guys!” 

The Tamiettis settled into the living room, Cami choosing the seat next to Carl, cooing down to Fred, “There’s my favorite nephew! How are you sweet boy?” 

She ran a gentle hand across Fred’s head before introducing herself to Carl, “I’m Cami, Tami’s sister.” Carl swallowed a smirk at the rhyming names, nodding, “Carl, Lip’s brother.”

“Ah, the one buying the house?” 

“Nah, that’s Ian and Mickey, they’re upstairs somewhere. I’m the cop,” Carl stated proudly.

“Fuck the police!” Mickey’s voice called into the living room in response, as a flash of red and black hair came tumbling down the stairs. All the Tamiettis turned to watch Mickey jog through the living room with Franny on his shoulders, Ian chasing after them. 

“Get him Uncle Mickey!” Franny squealed, “He’s gonna catch us!”

“I’m a little busy running, kid. Hit ‘em or somethin’,” Mickey grunted, scrambling to hand his niece a rubber ball previously balanced on the back of the couch. 

Franny wound up her arm, tossing the ball at Ian’s head with all her six year old might, “Take that, Uncle Ian! You’re dead!”

Ian groaned dramatically, clutching his face and sliding onto the ground. He let out a theatrical sign and closed his eyes, finally defeated. 

Franny cheered as Mickey lifted her off his shoulders, “We did it! We killed him!” Franny dropped down to the ground to check that Ian had accepted his defeat, poking him in the back with the toe of her shoe.

Mickey gave her a crinkly grin, the kind he reserved for Franny and Ian alone- unguarded and childlike. “Sure did! Pretty badass if you ask me.” 

Ian got to his feet, tickling Franny’s stomach as he addressed the room, “Hey, sorry we were in the middle of… a game.” 

“Liquor store robbery!” Franny cheerfully announced. 

 Franny began introducing herself to the unfamiliar faces, sharing that she was in the first grade, enjoyed playing with guns, and wanted to be a welder like her mommy when she grew up. As Liam and Debbie descended the stairs, and the rest of the Gallaghers and Tamiettis introduced themselves, Tami marveled at how smoothly things seemed to be going. No one was yelling, or aggressively drunk, or making a thinly veiled classist comment- yet. 

The two families quickly settled into a comfortable chatter of introductions and the conversation, surprisingly, continued to flow without a hitch. They soon made their way outside, where Debbie and Bob chatted while manning the grill. The other family members scattered across the yard- Liam sat in a lawn chair typing on a laptop, occasionally asking Lip for grammar advice. Ian, in the middle of telling some wild story from his EMT days, was fully emerged in conversation with the rest of the Tamietti family while Mickey and Carl considered how many crimes Carl could theoretically arrest him for, arguing over how many years Mickey would have to serve. 

Everything was great- until Chad decided to open his mouth. They had finished dinner and were crammed into the living room, escaping the Chicago windchill. Chad was sharing one of his own work stories from the construction site he worked on, describing a man who had wandered onto the site and started yelling at Chad and some of his coworkers that week.

“Totally off his rocker,” Chad commented, “He kept telling us about how we were tearing down his house, and that he didn’t give us permission to do this. Just screaming at us, swearing, and he wouldn’t listen when we kept telling him that he trespassing, y’know? Just super crazy- needed a fucking Xanax or something.” 

Ian tensed, fiddling with the ring on his left hand while the other Gallaghers exchanged pointed glances. Tami began to interrupt, clearly in attempt to change the subject, but Chad continued. 

“The next day,” he explained, “the very next day, he came up to us and was asking to bum a smoke, like he didn’t fucking flip his crazy ass on us yesterday, I swear he must’ve been like bipolar or something, acting like we were old pals. Must’ve gotten carted off or killed or something, haven’t seen him since.” 

While the Tamiettis offered a polite chuckle, the Gallaghers remained silent. 

Mickey, who had been sitting on the couch next to Ian, looked up from his folded hands. “So you got something against bipolar people? It’s a fucking mental illness man.” 

Chad smiled, backtracking, “Hey, nah, calm down. He’s just some crazy homeless dude, who cares?” 

“He’s not just some crazy guy, he’s a person with a disease, the fuck’s wrong with you?” Mickey asked. 

Ian placed a hand on his husband’s shoulder shaking his head. “Mick, it’s fine. It doesn’t matter.”

Eyebrows raised comically high, Mickey stood and crossed his arms. “Um, fuck that, it does matter! You’re not a fucking punchline Ian. This is our house, yours and mine, and no one’s going to be talking like that in my house. Obviously no one else is going to say something, and you shouldn’t have to, so I will. I won’t stand for that shit.”

The Tamiettis exchanged horrified looks as the Gallaghers mostly just looked at the floor. Finally Lip spoke up from where he was standing by the TV, “Mental health is uh… a sensitive subject around here. We just… we take it seriously, y’know? First hand experiences and shit.” 

Cory opened her mouth to speak but she quickly stopped when she saw Tami swiftly shake her head in her direction, suggesting she stay out of it. 

Mickey lightly rubbed his eyebrow, “Yo, douchebag, apologize or get the hell out of my house.”

Chad raised his hands in surrender, “I didn’t realize it was such a big deal man, sorry.”

Mickey rolled his eyes with a huff, turning on his heel to walk towards the back of the house. Wordlessly, Ian followed him out the back door, leaving the living room in a heavy silence.

After a moment, Chad breaks the silence, “Look, I really didn’t mean to start something, I was just telling a story. Should I go out and apologize again, try to talk about it?”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Liam replied, “You should give Mickey some time to cool off.” 

“Yeah,” Lip agreed, “I wouldn’t follow them out. Mickey… he gets protective? Always has been, of Ian. Our mom was bipolar, and so’s Ian. He’s stable, doing great, but he’s, uh, he’s been through a lot. It’s just not good joke material around here.”

Chad nodded, silence overtaking the room again. Franny looked up from her coloring book, clearly bored with the turn the night had taken.

“I’m gonna go play with Uncle Mickey and cheer him up!” 

Debbie chuckled from her seat across the room, “Yeah, go bring them some beers Franny.” 

“Okay!” Franny chirped, hopping to her feet and skipping into the kitchen. Debbie gave a soft smile as she watched her daughter, on the way to hang out with her favorite uncles. 

-

From his seat on the back stairs, Ian watched Mickey pace through the yard, grumbling about “Fucking Northside yuppies… and their ignorant bigoted asses… what the fuck is wrong with people?” He glanced over at Ian, his expression softening when he noticed the defeated look on Ian’s face. Mickey paused his pacing, coming to sit next to Ian on the steps. 

“I’m sorry, I know I prolly embarrassed you. Was I out of line man? I just got so fucking mad,” Mickey quietly mumbled, looking down at his hands in his lap. 

Ian gently shook his head, “Don’t apologize. You weren’t out of line… I think I’m just disappointed, y’know? That comments like that still get to me? I should be over it by now, every reminder that I’m sick or different shouldn’t still sting like that. And why do I have to be the one that the conflict and the drama revolves around? Why not fucking Carl or Liam or god… anyone else just for once?

Mickey’s expression softened even further. He nudged his knee into Ian’s leg, “What’s that shit you told me when Terry died? Trauma doesn’t always make fucking sense and recovery isn’t… oh shit, what’s the word? Linear! Recovery isn’t linear. Doesn’t make you fucking weak, just means you’ve been through some shit.”

“Yeah. I guess it was easier to tell you that than it is to tell myself.” 

Mickey hummed in agreement and the two sat in silence for a moment before the back door creaked open. A tiny red head shoved her way through the doorway, arms wrapped tightly around two bottles, frosty with condensation. Franny sat down on the steps between them, silently handing her uncles their beers. Ian accepted his with a dry chuckle, thanking her. Mickey ruffled her hair, offering a small smile. The voices from inside had faded and the night was relatively calm, other than the occasional siren or dog barking. 

Franny, not looking particularly concerned, looked up at them to ask, “Uncle Mickey, why’d you get mad at that guy?”

Mickey rubbed at his eyebrow and let out a sigh. He looked towards Ian, a silent request for him to take the lead on this conversation. He was confident in his ability to discuss the stupidity of princesses or the importance of wearing gloves during a legitimate liquor store robbery with his niece. He knew how to play, and joke, and how to be there when she woke up from a bad dream, stumbling down the stairs with bedhead and snotty tears. Mickey had grown into his role as an uncle, but he still doubted his ability to talk about the tough stuff with anyone other than Ian. 

Ian cleared his throat, taking a second before asking, “Franny, do you know what it means to make a joke at someone else’s expense?” 

Franny’s eyebrows scrunched together and she shook her head. 

“It’s when you make a joke to kind of make fun of someone else. Like to tease them. Y’know how we make cop jokes around Uncle Carl because he’s a cop?”

She nodded, and Ian continued, “That guy… Aunt Tami’s sister’s boyfriend, was making a joke and it ended up being at my expense. That’s what made Uncle Mickey mad. He didn’t mean to make fun of me, but he kind of did. That’s all. Uncle Mickey was just sticking up for me.”

Franny sat for a moment, deep in thought. “I didn’t know he was talking about you.”

“No, he wasn’t. Not directly. He was telling a story about someone else. But he made a comment about him being bipolar. D’you remember when we talked about that? That I have bipolar disorder?” 

Franny nodded, “That’s why you take your special medicine.”

Ian continued, “A lot of people don’t really understand what that means, and sometimes they make jokes about it that aren’t really funny. They’re just kind of… mean. So that’s why we got upset.”

Franny considered this for a minute and asked, “Do you want me to go tell mommy? She says I should tell her if someone’s being mean. She can fix it.” 

Ian smiled a little, patting her little back and shaking his head, “Nah, mommy already knows, she heard. And I think Uncle Mickey did a pretty good job telling him that what he said was wrong.” 

Mickey let out a sarcastic laugh, “And I got more to say to that piece of shit if I ever see his Northside yuppy fucking face again.”

“I think he got the point Mick,” Ian sighed, “Don’t waste your time.” 

Franny shrugged “Mommy and Uncle Lip and Aunt Tami were all still talking in there when I left. Mommy told me it was a good idea for me to come out here.” 

Mickey grabbed Ian’s hand, bumping their shoulders together. “Whatcha wanna do, man? We can head back to the apartment, go to the Alibi and get tanked, I don’t care, it’s up to you.”

“Don’t know, I’m tired of running from things. And you were right Mick, it’s our fucking house. Could we just sit out here for a little while?” Mickey ran a thumb across Ian’s hand and mumbles so quietly, in that voice he only uses with Ian- “‘Course we can”

Having completed her task of delivering beers, Franny stood up and put her hands on her hips, “I’m going to go inside, I won’t let anyone be mean to you Uncle Ian.”

Ian looked up to lock eyes with his niece, “I appreciate it Fran, thanks.” 

She stood up and gave Ian a kiss on the top of his head, no doubt a gesture she’d picked up from some other family member, likely Mickey or Fiona. Ian smiled as she turned away to walk back into the kitchen.

After a few minutes Ian jerked his head towards the door, “Y’ready?” 

Mickey hummed in agreement, standing and offering back his hand to help Ian up. They walked over the threshold of the kitchen into a conversation clearly about Mickey’s exchange with Chad. The Tamiettis were all sitting down in the living room, with the Gallaghers mostly standing, leaning against the various remaining surfaces. Lip’s hands were in his hair, a plain indication of his frustration and exhaustion. Tami abruptly stopped talking, in the middle of what seemed like an impassioned rant. She seemed unsure of how to continue now that Ian and Mickey had reentered the house. Debbie, sat on the couch with Franny in her lap, was scowling, while Liam absently stared at the wall, clearly wishing he were anywhere else. Carl quickly walked into the kitchen from where he had been leaning up against the living room door frame, clapping Ian on the shoulder.

“Hey, why don’t you guys go take a walk or something for a sec- I think Lip and Tami have it handled.”

Lip spoke up from the living room, “Yeah, it’s okay.”

Mickey tensed, bracing himself. “No, it’s not fucking okay Phillip-“

Lip grumbled something about that not being what he meant, shaking his head, while Ian quietly interrupted his husband, forcing him to make eye contact. 

“No, it’s not, but I don’t want to just keep going over it, Mick. I’m not in the mood to educate him. I’m not saying it’s okay, but I want to move on. Lip can handle it.”

Carl nodded and repeated himself, “Go take a walk, come back in ten. Lip and Tami got it.” 

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a joint and pressing it into Ian’s palm with a smirk. 

“Rolled this for later, you guys take it.”

Ian raised an eyebrow at Mickey, who let out a sigh with a slouch, “Fine. Be back in ten.”

-

The two of them return to the backyard, Tami’s yelling resumed, her voice carrying all the way outside. 

 “M’sorry, I know I keep talkin’ when you just want it to be over with,” Mickey mumbled, looking down at the dead grass in the vacant lot beside the house.

 Ian grabbed him by the back of his neck, fingers brushing through Mickey’s short hair, “Hey, no. I… I appreciate you sticking up for me- seriously. I’m just tired… tonight’s not supposed to be about me y’know? It’s supposed to be about Lip and Tami, and Fred, not me. I just wanted to be Lip’s brother tonight, not the crazy brother, the sick brother. I just don’t wanna be the one that causes the issues anymore.” 

“You didn’t cause this Ian. You being bipolar didn’t fucking cause this- that asshole, opening his mouth and not knowing when to shut it- that’s what caused it. I get that you just wanna let it go, and I will, but if he say’s something else-“

“If he says something else you can beat the shit out of him.”

Mickey grinned, looking up to meet Ian’s gaze. “Fucking fantastic. You wanna smoke this bitch?” 

He grabbed the joint out of Ian’s hand and pulled a lighter from his flannel’s front pocket.

Ian finally cracked a smile, one that actually reaches his eyes, “Free weed? Fuck yeah.”

Mickey tossed the lighter to Ian, who caught it and lit the joint with a practiced flick. He took a couple hits and closed his eyes, smiling again as he exhaled the smoke. He handed the lit joint over to Mickey, along with his lighter and jerked his head in the direction of the van in the backyard, “Wanna go sit?” 

Mickey nodded and breathed in a sharp inhale, heading in the direction of the passenger seat door. 

Ian climbed up into the drivers seat, letting out a deep sigh, “Feel like I’m in high school again- sneaking around with you, trying to find somewhere to be alone.” Mickey chuckled and passed the joint back over.

 They smoked in silence for a while, Ian nudging Mickey with his elbow as the ember approaches the filter, “You want the last hit?” 

“Nah man, that’s yours,” Mickey shakes his head.

Ian took it, stubbing out the butt on the van’s dashboard and tossing it onto the floor. 

“Still wanna kick his ass?” He asked, lazily turning his head towards Mickey with a grin.

Mickey rolled his eyes, “I think I can contain myself.”

“Yeah?” Ian breathed, inching his face closer to his husband’s. The moon, freshly risen, highlighted Ian’s face, illuminating the dash of freckles across his nose.

Mickey didn’t answer, opting to close the distance between them, pressing a soft kiss to Ian’s lips. Ian’s hand came up to cradle Mickey’s face, thumb gently brushing his cheek.

And if they didn’t make it back inside for a while, so be it. 

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