#Hoping this doesn’t read as me being mean or mad. I am not trying to give off either of those things right now!!

[dstconfessions]

Kind of annoyed by the Wes being trans confession as it implies men can’t be effeminante without being women.

There’s so many kinds of people, just because they dont fit into your ideal image of what a gender is to you doesn’t mean they are one or the other

I don’t think that ask was implying that whatsoever. It’s just a fun headcanon! Perfectly fine to not like someone’s opinion, but saying that liking trans Wes implies they think men can’t be feminine doesn’t make sense.

[kathaelipwse]

"Midnight Monsters (And Mischief)"

Pairing: Stray Kids x GN!Reader (Platonic / OT8 Comfort)

Trope: Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Soft & Silly Moments, Them as your partner

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, teasing, excessive laughter, lots of cuddles and comfort, NO PROOF READING WAS DONE

W/C: 1809 words Reading Time: 10-ish mins

Requested: yes

Summary: You wake up from a bizarre nightmare, heart pounding. Luckily, your Stray Kids members are there to reassure you—until you tell them what the nightmare was about. Between Chan’s barely-hidden giggles, Jisung’s wheezing, and Jeongin’s relentless teasing, you begin to wonder if telling them was a mistake. At least they’re comforting… in their own chaotic way.

Author’s Note: I love the idea of Stray Kids being both the most comforting and the most unserious group at the same time. This is pure fluff with some playful teasing, because let’s be honest—these boys would 100% laugh first, then comfort you later. Hope you enjoy this chaotic but cozy scenario!

Requests are open !!

Bang Chan

You jolt awake, your heart pounding, breath uneven. The nightmare still lingers in your mind, making it impossible to calm down.

Next to you, Chan stirs, his warmth disappearing for a second before he instinctively reaches for you.

“Mmm… Y/N?” His voice is husky, laced with sleep as he blinks himself awake. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitate, gripping the blanket tighter. “I had a nightmare…”

Chan sits up immediately, his protective instincts kicking in. He cups your face, his thumbs brushing softly against your cheeks. “Hey, hey… You’re okay. I got you.”

You nod, but the unease won’t go away. Chan notices instantly and shifts closer, wrapping his arms securely around you.

“You wanna talk about it?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You sigh, burying your face in his chest. “It’s… really dumb.”

Chan chuckles softly. “Doesn’t matter. If it scared you, it wasn’t dumb.”

You hesitate before mumbling, “I was being chased… by a giant, angry, human-sized duck.”

Silence.

You feel Chan’s chest shake.

You pull back instantly. “Christopher Bang. Don’t you dare laugh.”

His face is a mix of concern and amusement. He bites his lip so hard he might actually start bleeding. “I’m not! I swear, I—”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re shaking.”

Chan snorts. “I’m trying so hard to be supportive, but—”

“Don’t.”

“I mean… a giant duck, babe?” He loses it, hiding his face in your neck as he laughs. “Why was it angry? What did you do to it?”

“I DID NOTHING! It just wanted to kill me!”

Chan clutches his stomach, wheezing. “I— I’m sorry, I swear— I just—” He tries composing himself but fails miserably. “I love you, but this is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You shove him. “I hate you.”

“Nooo, don’t be mad, baby—” He gathers you in his arms again, still grinning. “Okay, okay. I’m serious now.”

“You’re not.”

Chan softens, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I am.” His voice turns gentle, reassuring. “I know it felt real, and I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

You grumble. “It was terrifying…”

He nudges his nose against yours, voice playful. “Well, if a giant duck ever chases you in real life, I’ll fight it for you.”

“…You’d fight a duck for me?”

Chan grins. “Hell yeah. No bird is gonna mess with my baby.”

You finally giggle, the tension easing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You snuggle closer. “Thanks, Channie.”

He hums, stroking your hair. “Sleep now, okay? No more evil ducks.”

Lee Know

You jolt awake, heart racing. The nightmare’s fog lingers, making it hard to breathe properly.

Next to you, Lee Know shifts. For a second, he doesn’t move, but then…

“You okay?” His voice is low and raspy, but you can tell he’s already fully awake.

You hesitate, not wanting to sound ridiculous. “Just… a nightmare.”

He sighs, rolling over to face you, his warm hand sliding over your waist. “Bad one?”

You nod.

Lee Know doesn’t say anything at first—he just watches you, his sharp eyes softened with concern. Then, he reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You wanna tell me?”

You shift awkwardly. “It’s kind of… weird.”

He waits, expression unreadable. “Try me.”

You take a deep breath. “I was… trapped in a grocery store. But every time I tried to leave, the automatic doors wouldn’t open. And the store intercom kept announcing, ‘You live here now.’”

Silence.

Lee Know stares.

You frown. “Minho?”

His lips twitch.

“Don’t—”

“Pfft—”

“LEE MINHO.”

He bursts out laughing.

You punch his arm. “I HATE YOU.”

“No, no, wait—” He grabs your wrists, grinning. “It’s just— ‘You live here now’?? That’s so cursed.”

“IT WAS SCARY IN THE MOMENT.”

He snickers, eyes gleaming with amusement. “So… were you just stuck in there forever? Did you start a new life in the grocery store?”

You glare. “I don’t know! I woke up before I could find out!”

Lee Know smirks. “Guess we’ll never know if you became Grocery Store Royalty.”

You groan, burying your face in the pillow. “I should’ve woken up Han instead.”

Lee Know smirks harder. “Oh yeah? You think Jisung would’ve been nicer?”

“…Okay, no. He would’ve bullied me more.”

Lee Know chuckles, pulling you closer. “Exactly.” He kisses your temple, his voice gentler now. “Still… I’m sorry you got scared.”

You sigh against his chest. “I just felt so trapped.”

His grip on you tightens. “You’re not trapped now. You’re here, with me.”

You blink, his unexpected sincerity making your heart flip. “Min…”

He hums, resting his chin on your head. “You’re safe, okay? No creepy grocery stores here.”

You snicker. “Unless I wake up and we’re actually in one.”

Lee Know grins. “Then I’ll break the doors down.”

You laugh softly, finally relaxing. “You’re the worst.”

He kisses your forehead. “And yet, here you are, still cuddling me.”

You sigh dramatically. “I guess I like you.”

Lee Know smirks. “You better.”

He pulls the blanket over both of you, his warmth completely melting away any lingering fear.

“Sleep, idiot. No more grocery store nightmares.”

You smile, finally at ease in his arms.

Changbin

You shoot up from your sleep, your breath coming in short gasps. The room is dimly lit by the moon, but the nightmare still lingers in your mind, making the darkness feel too big, too suffocating.

Next to you, Changbin stirs with a soft grunt, his warmth disappearing for just a second before his hand immediately searches for you.

“Y/N?” His voice is thick with sleep, deep and raspy. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitate, feeling a little stupid now that you’re awake. “Uh… nightmare.”

At that, Changbin forces himself to wake up completely. He sits up, rubbing his eyes before turning his full attention to you. “Hey, hey. You okay? What happened?”

You shake your head, trying to shake off the eerie feeling. “It’s so dumb.”

His brows furrow. “It’s not dumb c'mon.”

You bite your lip, still reluctant.

Changbin sees right through you and, without another word, he reaches out and pulls you into his embrace

Your protest dies as soon as his arms wrap around you, his chin resting on top of your head.

“Tell me,” he murmurs. “I’ll make fun of it later, but first, I’ll be serious.”

You groan. “That doesn’t help.”

Changbin chuckles, rubbing your back in slow, comforting circles. “Come on, what was it?”

You mumble against his chest, “I was stuck in an endless loop where I had to take a math test, but every time I thought I was done, I turned the paper over, and there was more.”

Changbin pauses.

He leans back slightly. “Wait… That’s it?”

“Yes!” You huff. “It was terrifying! It never ended!”

Changbin’s entire body starts shaking.

“Changbin.”

“I-I’m sorry—” He presses his lips together, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. “It’s just…” He snickers, unable to help himself. “A math test? That’s your nightmare?”

You glare. “Listen, I was trapped in it. I thought I was free, but the questions just kept appearing.”

Changbin snickers harder. “Like, infinite math problems?”

“Yes! And I knew none of them! I had no calculator! No notes! Just suffering!”

At that, Changbin loses it. He throws his head back, wheezing.

You punch his shoulder. “I hate you.”

“Nooo, no, don’t be mad, baby,” he coos, still laughing. “I swear, I care about your suffering.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do!” He cups your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “It’s just that, out of all the things to be scared of…”

You pout. “It felt real…”

Changbin sees your genuine distress and finally calms down. His playful smirk softens into something warm and affectionate.

He presses a kiss to your forehead. “I get it. Nightmares suck, even if they don’t make sense.”

You sigh, melting into his touch.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, voice dropping to a whisper. “And don’t worry, babe. If you ever get stuck in a real-life math test, I’ll come save you.”

You scoff. “With what? Your math skills?”

“Hey! I’ll have you know I was decent at math.”

“You needed a calculator for basic equations.”

“THAT ISN’T THE POINT.”

You giggle, the nightmare finally fading. Changbin smiles, relieved.

“Okay, sleep now.” He pulls you against him again, wrapping you in warmth. “No more math nightmares, I got you.”

You hum, eyes fluttering shut. Safe, warm, and finally at peace.

Hyunjin

Your eyes snap open, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You sit up abruptly, the nightmare still haunting the edges of your mind.

Next to you, Hyunjin stirs, mumbling something incoherent before his long arms instinctively reach for you.

“Why are you up…?” His voice is soft and groggy, his face still half-buried in the pillow.

You hesitate, but he feels you trembling and sits up immediately.

“Y/N.” His tone shifts, now laced with concern. His sleepy eyes focus on you fully. “What’s wrong?”

You swallow hard. “I… had a nightmare.”

Hyunjin frowns, immediately shifting closer. “Come here,” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms.

You hesitate at first but quickly give in, resting against his warm chest. His fingers thread through your hair, soothing and gentle.

“You wanna talk about it?” His voice is soft, low and comforting.

You sigh, embarrassed already. “I don’t know… It was weird.”

Hyunjin chuckles, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “I love weird. Spill.”

You hesitate before mumbling, “I was trapped… in a reality TV show. But the host was a talking fish in a suit. And if I didn’t complete the challenges, he was gonna… turn me into a fish too.”

Silence.

Hyunjin doesn’t move.

You blink up at him. “Hyunjin?”

His lips press together. His shoulders shake.

You narrow your eyes. “You’re laughing.”

“No, I’m not.”

“HYUNJIN.”

“I’M TRYING TO BE SERIOUS—” He snorts, covering his mouth.

You shove him. “OH MY GOD.”

“I’m sorry, I swear—” He buries his face in your neck, shoulders still shaking. “It’s just… a talking fish in a suit?”

“Yes!” You huff. “He was terrifying!”

Hyunjin leans back, grinning like an idiot. “Baby, what kind of fever dream did you have?”

“I don’t know!”

He smirks. “Wait, what was the fish’s name?”

“…Bob.”

Hyunjin chokes.

“STOP LAUGHING.”

“I CAN’T—” He throws himself back onto the bed, wheezing.

You glare at the ceiling. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Hyunjin cackles, wiping away tears. “I love you, but this is comedy gold.”

You cross your arms. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”

Hyunjin grins, pulling you back down with him. “Nooo, come here. I’m done, I promise.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re lying.”

He nods solemnly. “I would never lie to you.”

“Mm-hmm.”

He hugs you tightly, lips brushing against your ear. “But just so you know… if Bob the Fish Host ever comes for you again, I’ll beat him up.”

You laugh despite yourself. “You’d fight a fish for me?”

Hyunjin grins. “I’d fight the entire ocean for you.”

You finally relax, nuzzling into his warmth. “Thanks, Jinnie.”

“Anytime, baby.” He presses one last sleepy kiss to your forehead. “Now, sleep. No more fish nightmares.”

You hum, finally at peace in his arms.

Felix

Felix wakes up the moment he hears you shifting beside him, his instincts kicking in immediately. He blinks groggily, his deep voice laced with concern.

"Hun? What's wrong?" He rubs his eyes, sitting up slightly as he looks at you in the dim light.

You hesitate, biting your lip. "I had a nightmare…"

Felix’s brows furrow as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you. His voice is gentle, warm, and grounding.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asks, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

You let out a long sigh, feeling safe in his embrace. “It’s… really dumb.”

Felix chuckles. “Dumb nightmares are still nightmares, love.”

You bury your face against his chest, mumbling, “I dreamt I was late to school and realized I wasn’t wearing pants. But no one noticed, and somehow that made it worse—like, why weren’t they reacting?!”

Felix stills.

Then, his chest rumbles with laughter.

You pull back, narrowing your eyes at him. “DON’T LAUGH!”

“I’m not—pfft—I swear I’m not—” He bites his lip, visibly shaking as he tries to hold in his laughter.

You pout, smacking his arm. “Felix!”

He immediately grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles. “I’m sorry! It’s just… that’s the cutest nightmare I’ve ever heard.”

You groan, flopping back onto the bed. “It wasn’t cute when I was living it! It was stressful!”

Felix leans over you, smiling fondly. “I know, I know.” He brushes your hair out of your face, his voice softer now. “I’m sorry you had a bad dream.”

You sigh. “I felt so embarrassed.”

Felix snuggles closer, resting his forehead against yours. “Well, if that ever happens in real life…” He grins mischievously. “I’d give you my pants.”

You stare at him. “Felix. What.”

“I mean it! I’d take my pants off and give them to you.”

“…You’d just be standing there? In your boxers? In public?”

Felix shrugs. “If it makes you feel better, yeah.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you’re ridiculous.”

He grins, finally satisfied that he made you laugh. “But it worked, didn’t it? You’re smiling now.”

You sigh, feeling your heart melt. “Yeah… thanks, Lix.”

Felix presses another kiss to your forehead. “Always, my love. Now, sleep. No more pantless nightmares, okay?”

Seungmin

You wake up with a loud gasp, eyes wide with panic. Your heart is racing, and you clutch your blanket like it’s a lifeline.

Seungmin, who had been sleeping peacefully, slowly peeks one eye open like he already knows you’re about to say something stupid.

“…What now?” he groans.

You turn to him, horrified. “Seungmin, I had a nightmare.”

He sighs dramatically. “Of course, you did.”

You swallow hard. “I was… a dinosaur.”

Seungmin blinks. “What.”

“And you—you were a zookeeper.” You clutch his shirt. “You wouldn’t let me leave the dino enclosure.”

Seungmin stares. His lips twitch.

“You kept feeding me leaves,” you continue, trembling. “And telling kids that I was a ‘gentle giant.’”

Seungmin bites his lip, shoulders shaking.

“It was humiliating,” you whisper. “I tried to tell you I was human, but you just nodded and said, ‘Yes, yes, the T-Rex is very talkative today.’”

Seungmin finally bursts into laughter.

“You don’t understand!” You shake him. “I TRIED TO ESCAPE, BUT YOU—YOU KEPT SPRAYING ME WITH A HOSE LIKE I WAS A NAUGHTY PET.”

Seungmin is wheezing, barely able to breathe. “Oh my God—YOU WERE A PETTING ZOO DINOSAUR.”

“IT WAS A NIGHTMARE,” you yell, gripping his shoulders. “The kids kept throwing snacks at me! A toddler rode my back.”

Seungmin is now fully crying with laughter. “You—PFFT—were a theme park attraction.”

You groan and fall back onto the bed. “I can’t believe you think my suffering is FUNNY.”

Seungmin wipes his tears, still shaking. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”

“You’re not,” you grumble.

He grins, pulling you closer. “You’re right. I’m not.” He snickers. “But if you ever turn into a dinosaur, I promise to be a very responsible zookeeper.”

You punch his arm as he laughs himself back to sleep.

Jeongin

You wake up with a loud scream, flailing as if you’re fighting for your life.

Jeongin, who was peacefully sleeping, jolts awake and almost falls off the bed. “WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!”

You grab his arm, breathing heavily. “I was STUCK. In a video game.”

Jeongin blinks. “Huh?”

“I was trapped,” you whisper. “In a game. And not a fun one—like one of those cursed, buggy ones.”

Jeongin rubs his face. “Oh my god.”

“No, listen! Every time I tried to move forward, I—glitched backwards. I WAS STUCK IN A LOOP.”

Jeongin tries to keep a straight face. “That… does sound horrible.”

“I tried to pause, but the pause button DIDN’T WORK. Instead, my character just started doing a weird dance.”

Jeongin snorts. “What kind of game were you even playing?”

“I DON’T KNOW,” you wail. “The NPCs were cursed. They kept giving me the same quest over and over—‘FIND THE LOST CAT’—BUT THERE WAS NO CAT.”

Jeongin is shaking with silent laughter.

“And then,” you continue, traumatized, “I finally found a door to escape—but when I opened it… I FELL THROUGH THE MAP.”

Jeongin bursts out laughing.

“I JUST KEPT FALLING. FOREVER.” You grab his arm dramatically. “It was darkness. An endless void.”

Jeongin wipes away a tear. “So, you were just free-falling in a glitchy game for eternity?”

“Yes!!”

He grins, pulling you into a hug. “That’s actually hilarious.”

“No, it was terrifying,” you mumble into his chest.

“Aw, poor thing.” He laughs softly, rubbing your back. “If you ever get stuck in a game again, just call me. I’ll patch you up with a cheat code.”

“You BETTER,” you grumble.

Jeongin smirks. “But imagine if you woke up in real life and everything was still lagging?”

“…Go back to sleep before I punch you.”

Jeongin chuckles, pulling you closer. “Sweet dreams, glitchy protagonist.”

Jisung

You wake up with a gasp, your breath unsteady. The room is dark, the only sound the faint hum of the air conditioning. Your pulse is racing, and the absurdity of your dream only makes you feel worse.

Beside you, Jisung stirs. “Mmmh…?” He lets out a tiny, sleepy whimper before his voice comes out muffled against his pillow. “Whaz happ’nin…?”

You hesitate, swallowing hard. “Just… a nightmare.”

That wakes him up immediately. He rolls over onto his side, blinking blearily at you. “Wait, what? Are you okay?” His voice is still raspy from sleep, but there’s an immediate concern in his tone.

You nod, rubbing your face. “It was just… really weird.”

Jisung, still only half-conscious, blindly reaches for your hand and clutches it against his chest. “Tell me.”

You sigh, already regretting this. “…You’re gonna make fun of me.”

He gasps dramatically. “Me? Make fun of you? Never.”

You give him a look.

“…Okay, maybe a little.” He grins, voice still sleepy. “But I promise to comfort you first.”

You hesitate before mumbling, “I was being chased by a swarm of… aggressive hamsters.”

Silence.

Jisung doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink.

Then his eyebrows slowly rise. “I’m sorry, did you just say… hamsters?”

You groan, flopping onto your back. “Forget it.”

“NO NO—” Jisung suddenly sits up, eyes wide. “Are you telling me you just lived through ‘Attack of the Fluffballs’ in your sleep??”

You shove your face into your hands. “This is why I didn’t wanna tell you.”

Jisung clutches his stomach, already giggling. “W-Wait—were they like… tiny hamsters? Or were they human-sized?”

You glare at him. “Obviously tiny.”

“AND YOU WERE SCARED?!” He howls with laughter, throwing his head back.

“They had TEETH, Jisung! They were like demonic marshmallows!!”

Jisung wheezes. “I can’t— I literally can’t breathe—”

You huff, crossing your arms. “You’re the worst.”

After a solid minute of laughter, Jisung wipes a tear from his eye, still grinning. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“…No, I’m not.” He leans over and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him. “But hey… if any hamsters try to fight you in your dreams again, I’ll be there to roundhouse kick them into another dimension.”

You laugh despite yourself, relaxing in his embrace. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nuzzles his nose into your hair, voice softer. “Promise.”

A comfortable silence settles between you.

Then Jisung snickers. “…Demonic marshmallows.”

You grab a pillow and smack him with it before laying back down and hugging him.

[amphitriteswife]

Would you love me if i was a worm?

The question made you pause your youtube video. You turned around and looked at Jeagyeon who was staring into your soul with slippers on and his legs crossed on your bed. His eyes held an almost scary type of ‘say yes.’ In them. Where did this question even come from? Was he going trough an insecure episode? ‘First of all, get those dawgs onto the floor. Second of all. No.’ Jaegyeon gasped loudly. He seemed genuinely surprised by your answer. He expected you to actually say yes, maybe even a cute little joke or a wholesome idea. Not a no. You can’t say no to him. He doesn’t accept no’s. ‘Excuse me?’ He asked you offended, his hand on his chest with narrowed eyes. A few gasps and scoffs could be heard as they left his mouth. The way he looked around as if someone had slapped him mixed with the genuine emotion of hurt was making you hold in your breath. ‘this is not funny! I am hurting.’ He stated bluntly while his eyes shot daggers at you. ‘Now you’re just being dramatic.’ ‘I’m going to die now because of you.’ Drama queen🙄

‘I would probably sit on you by accident.’ You told the blonde haired man, still facing your screen and not paying attention to him. Just until a second ago he was busy rummaging trough your stuff and asking stupid question. He was bored okay? And you not paying attention to him didn’t help either. He couldn’t help but be sulky, Yet your answer made him stop his sulkiness and frown instead. He couldn’t help but think for a moment…it’s not that bad to be honest. He did expect a better answer…but it could’ve been worse right? At least that’s what he hopes. Goo left your drawer full of messed up clothes alone and instead jumped on you, his head resting on your shoulder. He didn’t seem too sulky anymore and instead gave you a kiss on the cheek ‘well at least i’ll get to suffocate cause of your butt’ ‘that’s not-’ ‘I would love to die like that..not even jonggun can surpass that.’

‘No ew you’re gross and dirty then.’ The answer made James a little disheartened, he expected you to actually say yes, maybe with a kiss too. He would’ve done it. His face fell from a wholesome and romantic look to a deadpanned one, just for a second, a split second, you could see the hint of anger in his eyes before he smiled at you. It was a creepy smile. One that looked very happy and cheerful. Eyebrows raised, eyes closed and a rather wide smile, he only did that when he was putting up his idol image…or when he was super mad. It made you feel a little bad for him…’i’m sorry.’ ‘Don’t be. Your answer was honest.’ ‘No really i am sorry.’ ‘As i said, it’s okay i’m fine.’ ‘I was trying to be funny.’ ‘I know’ ‘please. I didn’t mean to hurt you.’ ‘I know…’ ‘…did i make you sad?’ ‘…..no….’ You could see him clench his jaw before he stood up and went to the balcony. He somehow forgot to either close the curtains or forgot that the balcony was made from see through glass. Because the next 10 minutes you could see him scream out his lungs and fight himself, both verbally and physically. It was pretty funny to see since you couldn’t hear anything because the glass was soundproof, only a tweaking pink james on the balcony.

That’s it yall thank yall for reading🫶

[suckerfordylansstuff]

Not a date - Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Summary: Dustin is certain you're dating someone. You, on the other hand, are not so sure.

Word count: 2.5k

Notes: As you can see we're changing the style with this new post. You could consider this kind of a small prequel for "A date like no other", but mostly, I just wanted to write more of Dustin and Y/n's relationship (more will follow, inspiration has hit me). Plus, it was fun playing detective. Hope you enjoy! 💕

!This piece goes along my Steve Harrington series "New Journey", but can also be read as a standalone!

Timeline: After the winter dance, but before their first date.

“I have gathered you here today on an important issue.” Dustin was pacing around Mike's basement while all the rest of his friends followed him with their eyes “It is crucial that we take upon this matter with focus and determination. Not to mention stealthiness since a bit of spy work is going to occur.”

“Dustin, why are we here?” his dramatics had Max over the whole thing very quickly.

“It has come to my attention that my sister, my own blood, has been seeing someone behind my back and simultaneously lying to me about it.”

“And?” Lucas asked, not understanding his friend’s anger.

“What do you mean and? This is it!”

“You’re mad your sister has finally found someone?” Will was trying to understand Dustin’s motives.

“I’m mad she hasn’t told me about it. I mean, why would she do that? I certainly tell her everything.” his pacing hasn’t stopped from the moment he entered the basement.

“Maybe because she wants to focus on the new relationship and not on her little brother’s obnoxious opinions?” Max told him with a smile, making Dustin stop in his tracks.

“You’re new, you don’t get a say.” he pointed in her direction and continued his pattern on the floor.

“Dustin, what do you want us to do?” Mike sighed when he saw Dustin place large papers on top of a chair, opposite to them, a pen in his hand as he settled beside them. It reminded him of their teacher, and not in a good way.

“I want you to come with me and spy on her.” he removed his first blank paper, revealing a calendar with colorful dots on certain days “It all started a month ago. I realized she began going out a lot more than usual. I mean I love my sister, but let’s be honest, she doesn’t have many friends.” he pulled out another paper, this time a pie chart with all the colors they had previously seen on the calendar “So, I began tracking her behavior. When she would go out, when she would return, and try to figure out with whom. So far, I’ve noted 14 outings in the span of 29 days… She went out with Jonathan twice, once with Nancy, once with you, Max, and you, Eleven, for girl’s night. Three times with all of us and another three with me. That all makes 10. The other 4 are a mystery to me.” with each sentence, each ‘clue’, he was pointing the pen at every chart so the rest wouldn’t get lost

“When she hangs out with friends, I have noticed Y/n coming back at a decent hour, say around 10:30, at least 11:00. However, when she’s ‘on her own’ those hours defer.” the new paper showed the said hours with a big question mark at the end “I have caught her sneaking into the house well after 1:00 am! Clearly, she’s not out there on her own. But I haven’t been able to figure out with whom. I checked with both Nancy and Jonathan telling me that they had not seen her those specific days. She’s clearly with someone doing something, but when I ask her about what she did and where she went she outright lies to me, saying she was with Jonathan and/or Nancy.” he let the last paper fall flat on the chair, the pen rhythmically hitting his other palm “It is our mission to figure out who she is meeting on these days, so I can evaluate if I need to step in and help her.”

The kids all looked at one another, trying to see if they wanted in on this. His thinking could be correct, but the thought of him being wrong and giving them the chance to mess with him is what sealed the deal.

“Alright, we’re in.” Mike announced for all of them. Dustin’s face immediately lit up.

“But how do we know when their next meet-up is?” Lucas asked him.

“Already ahead of you my friend.” he began organizing the papers he had used, stacking them into his bag before putting it on “I overheard Y/n talk with my mother, saying she’s going out. Again, wouldn’t outright tell me with whom. So that’s why I came here, to find out if Nancy had any plans. As it turns out she did. But not with my sister, with Jonathan. Right?” his eyes fell on Will.

“Yeah, they are hanging out at ours.” Will confirmed Dustin’s words.

“Okay, so that excludes them from this ‘secret meet up’.” Max thought out loud.

“Precisely.” they were now getting out of the house from the basement’s door, making their way to their bikes.

“So… Where is she?” Eleven asked, her small voice was now loud enough for all to hear, turning their heads at once to look at Dustin.

Dustin wasn’t sure at the beginning where his sister would be. She had mentioned she would leave around 8:30. Now, he had left earlier to check on her small lie at the Wheeler’s, so their first stop was at his house to check if her car was still there. It was, which meant either of two things. She either walked to their meeting place (which was unlikely of her after everything that had happened to them, walking somewhere alone was a no-no for his sister). Or the person she was meeting picked her up. It left a lot of options open so he decided to head inside with the rest and look for more clues.

His mom greeted them, chatting a bit with the kids while Dustin looked around for any indication as to where she went. He noticed that her sneakers were missing, telling Dustin that they weren’t going somewhere fancy, so maybe their destination was the theater or maybe grabbing a bite somewhere.

“Hey, mom. I was thinking of eating the leftover pizza from last night after I come back. Y/n didn’t eat it, right?” he looked over at his mom, Tews on her lap as always.

“Oh, no, Dusty, she specifically said that she didn’t want to have anything since she’ll be going out to eat with her friends.”

Bingo.

Dustin excluded from the options list the diner where you used to work. Too many people knew you there and the secrecy wouldn’t last. So, they began roaming around the town trying to get a glimpse of you. They succeeded after a couple of tries. Lucas had caught a glimpse of your figure inside the burger place. You were sitting in a corner booth in the back of the store, your face bright, not only by the lights of the place but by your present company as well.

“Holy shit. Dustin was right.” Max climbed out of her bike, staring at the older sister of her new friend.

“Of course I was. Can you see who she is with?”

“No, his back is turned.” Lucas tried to wiggle around in an attempt to see who was with you.

We’re gonna have to get inside.” Mike noted and Dustin agreed.

“Not all of us, we’ll draw attention. Will, you’re coming with me.” the said boy wasted no time and followed his friend toward the entryway.

“Why him?” Mike called out, annoyed he wasn’t getting in on the action.

“Because he’ll be quiet, unlike you.” Dustin whisper-yelled.

They get inside and make their way to the end of the front counter. When they peaked at the back, they had a clearer shot at the two figures. Dustin could clearly see your big, bright smile, but the guy you were with was sitting opposite of you, meaning they could only see his back

“We still can’t see his face.”

“Wait… I know that hair.” Dustin’s eyes squinted as he focused on the person in question. The waiter had approached them, his lips moving, probably asking them if everything was okay. It was then when the mysterious guy turned his head, making him visible to him, a relieved sigh falling from his lips  “Oh, it’s just Steve.”

He and Will went outside without alerting you, joining the others once again.

“Okay, people, crisis averted. It was only Steve, just a friendly meet-up.” he announced to his friends before he grabbed his bike, ready to return home.

“Sure.” Max smirked his way, suddenly making a frown appear on Dustin’s face.

“Uh… Dustin? I don’t think this is very friend-like.” Mike was pointing to the restaurant. Dustin turned and met the horror. Steve had now switched his seat, joining you on your side. His arm was around your shoulders, your faces way too close for his liking. And then it happened. Steve kissed you.

Dustin was waiting for you to return back home. He was in the dark, his mother fast asleep, not realizing her own son was stewing hot. He was ready. Ready to tell you he knows your secret and ready to express his anger. He liked Steve, he didn’t like showing it, but he did. He was funny and honest with him, and a guy. He had a guy friend. Someone whom he could rely on when seeking advice. He knew he could come to you about everything, but sometimes he felt too embarrassed to say certain things. He was getting older, more ‘mature’ as his mother had said, and Steve had been through those things before, therefore could give him the advice he needed.

He liked Steve, but now he was afraid he was going to lose him… and you. You always wanted to be in a relationship and now that you were in one, you were going to spend all your time with each other, forgetting all about the party and mainly him. Or you would eventually break up and he would have to choose your side, his sister’s, and forcing him to say goodbye to his friend.

It all felt unacceptable to him, so he had to tell you about it.

Finally, he heard a car stop outside. After a couple of minutes, your keys were daggling as you opened the door. He watched you come inside, a lingering smile on your face as you took off your jacket and placed it on the hook beside the door. You were in the process of taking off your shoes when he decided to intervene.

“Hello, sister.”

He startled you, a small yelp coming from your lips as you squinted your eyes to see where your brother was hiding “Dustin? What are you doing in the dark? Do you know what time it is?”

“Do you?” he countered back, catching you by surprise.

“What?”

“How was your night?”

“Oh… It was really fun actually, thanks for asking. But this still doesn’t answer my question as to what you’re still doing up.” your arms were now folded in front of your chest, thinking you had the upper hand here.

“Oh, I just had a simple question really. Who were you with?”

It took you a second to form your question, confusion rising inside you “What?”

“I was over at Mike’s today and I stumbled upon Nancy.” Dustin stood up from the armchair and walked closer to you as he explained “I asked her if she was on her way to come get you, but she told me she wasn’t meeting with you. She was actually going to meet up with Jonathan for a date at his place.”

“Oh…” was all that came from your lips.

“I know who you met tonight. I followed you and found out you are secretly dating Steve.” his finger was accusingly pointing at your figure. He didn’t know what reaction he was really expecting from you but it certainly wasn’t what you said next.

“I’m not dating him, Dustin.”

“Wait, what?”

“We’re not dating.” you shrugged your shoulders and sat down on the couch.

“But he kissed you. I saw it!”

“I don’t know what to tell you, okay? It’s all very confusing.” your head your resting on top of your palms. You looked defeated, confused, sad, a whole different side of you than the one he had seen at the restaurant. He slowly approached you, sitting next to you. You looked up and saw him looking at you, a silent invitation to explain “It all started after we dropped you off at the ball. We happened to dance a little and it ended in a kiss. After that, we’ve been hanging out as much as we could and, yes, I admit, some kissing has gone down, but I don’t know what we are.”

Dustin noted that your voice was small but your feeling big “Do you like him?”

You looked up and locked eyes with your brother. You hadn’t been able to tell no one this, and you had no idea how much it was eating at you to get it out before this conversation “Very much.”

“Then I’m certain it will all work out.”

And just like that Dustin had forgotten all about his speech. He could still remember the way you smiled at him, thanking him with a big hug. It was the same smile when you picked up the phone, a couple of days later, Steve’s name falling from your lips. It was a soft one, your focus entirely on the voice coming from the phone, from his friend. When you finally hung up, a small shriek sounded all around the room. After just a moment he found out you were excited, beyond excited because he had asked you out on a date.

“Didn’t you go on one like yesterday?” he had asked.

“This is the first time he uses the word date, Dustin. The first time!”

He secretly smiled at your antics, even if in front of you he called it gross. When you returned home after that so-called ‘first date’, bliss was written all over your face. The next day, you all were meeting with the party for a campaign, the first time you would include Steve in your game. The first time he would see you two together officially for the first time. It was funny seeing him make all the wrong decisions and getting himself killed in the first thirty minutes. It was hilarious seeing you and him bicker about what you should do next. Steve making it his business to judge you all based on your actions. And it was certainly sweet when he would cheer with you after a successful roll. It didn’t seem all that different to him; your behavior.

It was after the campaign when Steve was talking his ear off on the way to their house about what movie you should see at the next movie night with the kids, that it truly hit him. Nothing would change. You would still be his sister and Steve would still be his friend. It couldn’t be that bad. Especially, if he saw his sister so happy every day.

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[ariaste]

hi yes hello I read Yield Under Great Persuasion last night from beginning to end in one sitting, which I haven’t done with a book in years, and… look. it’s do good. it’s so good. i cried so much because… yeah. tam’s inner struggle is. unfortunately extremely relatable.

but like… i remember seeing one of your posts about how you can have “cozy” and “low stakes” without it being like… nothing’s happening, and you absolutely nailed it. the inner journey that tam goes on is, in the grand scheme of things, SO low stakes. but that doesn’t make it any less important or gripping.

i don’t know. i’m still wading through my feelings. but yeah, between this and A Taste of Gold and Iron i’m a little mad at how beautifully well you depict what it’s like to have these personal mental struggles from the inside, and how the journey through them isn’t pretty, and it’s so so so hard, but there is hope. god, there’s hope for everyone, isn’t there.

anyway. thank you.

Thank you so much, this really means a lot to me. <3 I have spent (and continue to spend) a lot of time and energy and heartache trying to grow and to be a better person and to be kinder to myself. I think a lot of the time we as a society talk about that work as if it's effortlessly easy, but it's not. Being Good (ACTUALLY Good, HONESTLY and HONORABLY Good, not just mundanely well-meaning or vaguely decent enough to get a few brownie points from the people around you) is so, so, so hard. You have to give up so many things that feel great, like pride and pettiness and pointless snark and sometimes (frequently) personal gain. Even growing through mental health struggles requires sacrifice of some of those personal illusions -- like the idea that you're the exception to every rule: "Yes, other people might deserve good things and kind treatment and consideration, but it's different for me, I'm special (but like in a bad way)."

So yeah, just as you said -- the external stakes in Yield Under Great Persuasion are incredibly low. Tam's not out there saving the world or saving lives or overthrowing the dark lord. But when we take the journey of growth really fucking seriously, his internal stakes become sky-high, just as they are sky-high for each of us as individuals when we're going through something really, really hard. It's an EXISTENTIAL struggle -- "Will I survive this, as the me-that-I-am-now? Or will that version of me die in this process of metamorphosis? Who will I be on the other side of this?" Those questions are real and SCARY and important, and there aren't any shortcuts or cheat codes. But yeah, there is hope, because the next version of you is going to be sadder-but-wiser, but also probably happier at the same time, and stronger either way. The work is hard, but it's worth it.

ANYWAY. Thank you for the very kind message, I'm so glad you liked my books! If you need other folks to talk to about them, there is an official fandom discord server linked on my website. :)))

[thequeenofcupps]

Bottom!hazard x fem!reader

SMUT!!!

DONT OPEN THIS IN PUBLIC!!

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A/n: DUDE I HADDD TO START WORKING ON THIS AS SOON AS I GOT THIS REQUEST but fair warning it is 2 am for me rn so it might come out like tomorrow or today I’m not sure BUT STILL, also this might be ooc hazard too but I really don’t care cuz hazards a hottie 😋 also I’m probably a little mean to him but it’s just cuz I love him <3

Also @cogdat requested this!

⚠︎ Ok so everyone knows he’s like a scary looking guy but when he’s with you that just completely vanishes, like he’s trembling under your touch because 1 he hasn’t had a lot of chances with woman because he “didn’t have time to settle” and 2 you’re the first person that isn’t him to touch him

Like yeah he’s masterbaited loads of times but he’s never actually slept with someone so basically he was a virgin before he met you and he was extremely embarrassed that he was a 24 yr old virgin

⚠︎ You like overstimulating him or you overstimulate him on accident, Like he’s full on crying cuz he just feels so fucking good and he’s whimpering gibberish cuz his stupid brains a pile of mush

⚠︎ He’s like a goddamn dog in heat whenever he’s horny like if you’re doing something he like comes up from behind you and is practically fucking humping you and kissing your neck and whispering about how much he wants to touch you

⚠︎ He has a love/hate relationship with teasing, like he loves it when he does it to you but when you do it him he’s an extremely flustered man, like after him and the phreaks get back from a successful mission he has so much pent up energy and he needs you really bad but you’re not having any of it so you’ll just coo fun at him for being so whiny while you palm his hard on through his pants while he tries his hardest not to cum right then and there

⚠︎ If he makes you mad like for example missing a date you had planned for months, not listening to you whilst you’re trying to tell him something important You punish him hella hard, like if y’all are getting freaky you remember that he’d pissed you off a while ago so now you’re just rejecting him pleasure of cumming, like he’d have tears streaming down his face begging you for release but you’re just like “nah I’m good”

⚠︎ You own a strap just for him with<3

But that’s only for special occasions

Like if he had a successful mission, won a fight, won some stupid ass contest at the bar

Or if he’s to exhausted from his last mission he’ll let you pull out the strap 9000

He actually really likes the strap but he’ll never let you possess that info to him

⚠︎ I read a Drabble about him never shutting up and I wanted to include that in this fic

He’s so loud and talkative you HAVE to put his mouth to good use because you’re just tired of hearing him talk on and on and on you just need him to shut up

⚠︎ Please do praise him, he loves hearing you praise him for being such a good boy and taking it so well <3

⚠︎ Also aftercare is like heaven for the both of you like you’re getting up and getting some stuff for him cuz he’s too fucked out and is still in space so please help him with aftercare, his favorite part about aftercare with you is the nice warm lavender smelling bath you prepared just for the both of you while he comes down from his high <3

⚠︎ Also he’s a huge hand bucker, if he lets you jerk him off he’s trying so hard to not buck cuz if u do u gotta stop and he doesn’t like that 3:

⚠︎ His fucked out face looks like this: ( ˶꩜ ꕀ ꩜˶;)

A/n: I hope I did ok with this it’s really late and I’m tired asf and my brain isn’t working anymore 😭

[azen13]

Hii I hope I’m not being annoying with my asks (same person who asked you about your favourite yanderes) but I cant help myself— I really like your perspective on them! I specially love reading your Wriothesley ones (as a big fan of Wriothesley myself, in fact I got to know of your blog through the things you wrote about him). Reading your reply to my ask, I had a few questions:

- Why do you think Zhongli and Neuvillette would become so helplessly infatuated? And another question for them, what do you think they’d do with a human lover? Specially Zhongli. I personally feel like he’d become a yandere because of how long he’s lived. He’s lost all his friends and is extremely reminiscent about the past and all that he’s lost due to the archon war and whatnot. He never felt as if his friends were truly his, as in, they’d all slipped from his fingers, and he couldn’t save them. So, if he were to have a human/mortal reader who was bound to die one day, what would he do? Same for Neuvillete, although I feel as if he doesn’t truly understand the pain of being the sole survivor of age as much as Zhongli does.

- Do you think Zhongli would ever harm/kill his lover? I mean, it is very likely that he is the one who killed Guizhong based off the various evidences we find hidden in textbooks (for context, I am not implying they were lovers, but merely stating this because they truly were inseparable even as friends) and I can’t help but wonder— would he do the same to his lover? He didn’t hesitate to kill her, his closest friend, so what if a situation were to arise where he would have to harm them? What if they go mad from abyssal corruption? Or what if they’re on the brink of death? would he want none to claim their life except him?

- Of course I have to include Wriothesley. I have many questions about him. He is such a mystery after all. But I want to start by saying how I agree on the reasoning behind his infatuation. He has been isolated from love all his life. His heart has never felt it, until now. So why would he let us go? But I do wonder.. what type of lover would he be? I know you’ve written before on what type of yandere he would be, but— well, a personal HC of mine is that he absoluely hates having to resort to such methods and would not have done so if not forced to. (For example, I believe he would’ve tried to court us in a normal way rather than using extreme measures FIRST unless something happens that makes him feel as if we are slipping away from him, like us moving to another nation or rejecting him) and based on that I’d like to believe that he would try to swallow his guilt and ‘make things right’. He’d try to be the best partner for us, I’m sure of that. So when he’s trying to be a partner instead of a captor, what kind of person do you think he’d be?

Ohh I had many questions but I’m short on time and can’t really type out the rest so I’ll stick to these for now. Again, if they are too much, you can just ignore them. Thank you!

CW: Yandere Themes

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Hello again! Thank you so much for all these wonderful questions, I apologize that I haven't answered them in a very timely manner haha. I'm just going to go over them all one by one, so let me know if I missed any or if there's anything else you'd like me to talk about!

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Why do you think Zhongli and Neuvillette would become so helplessly infatuated?

I've sort of envisioned Zhongli and Neuvillette as two sides to the same coin as yanderes: they're both dragons, they're both god-like beings, they're both wise, and they're both well-respected. I think something that acts as a catalyst to their love is their draconic instincts and the desire to hoard treasures. I also can see there being a protective side to their feelings. I definitely agree with your point that Zhongli would develop yandere tendencies because he lived through the Archon War and likely saw death on a near-daily basis, and Neuvillette works as a judge and sees the worst of humanity. I will say I think Zhongli would be more inclined to act on his desires compared to Neuvillette because Neuvillette has a very strong moral compass due to his position as the Iudex of Fontaine, and I think he really struggles compared to Zhongli to act on his urges. With a human reader, I think because both of them understand how ephemeral your life is, they're very cautious. I do think that Zhongli acts with much more urgency compared to Neuvillette, be it by isolating his beloved, or even taking them away from Teyvat entirely and keeping them in an adeptal domain. Comparatively, Neuvillette I feel would be more likely to give you more leeway and allow you to go out in public, with supervision, of course. I would say they also use their powers to extend your lifespan, but I'm not very familiar with Genshin lore so I don't know exactly how that would work.

Do you think Zhongli would ever harm/kill his lover?

This is a challenging question for me to answer in multiple ways, primarily because I don't particularly enjoy writing yanderes that hurt their lovers. I think that present-day Zhongli wouldn't hurt his lover unless, like you stated in your ask, it would be out of mercy. I find this question to be really fascinating when looking at Zhongli in the past, when he took the name of Morax or Rex Lapis. A personal interpretation of mine is that Morax as a yandere would be incredibly aggressive in how he would act on his feelings. With present-day Zhongli, I would imagine he would attempt to convince his lover to submit to his control; with Morax, I think he would simply rely on using his power to bend his lover to his will. Should they break, he'd simply mold the fragments of his lover's soul to fit the form he desired. Rex Lapis would fit somewhere between these two, not as forceful as Morax but not as refined as Zhongli.

What type of lover would Wriothesley be?

I think he'd be incredibly doting, regardless of if we're looking at him in a yandere AU or canonically. If you're staying in Meropide to be with him, I think he recognizes how much you're sacrificing to be with him, and he does his best to return the favor by doing whatever you ask, within reason, of course. You want tea imported from Inazuma? He'll get shipments of seven different varieties. You want traditional folk songs from Mondstadt on vinyl? He'll hire somebody to record a bard singing. You play piano and need somewhere to practice? He'll put in an order for the finest grand piano in all of Teyvat, and have movers put it in his office. When he's working, he likes it when you come and sit on his lap and just talk to him, as it provides a respite from the bureaucratic drudgery he deals with on the daily. If he has to handle a situation between inmates, best believe he comes home ready to hold you tight against his chest for at least an hour. Even canonically, I think he'd prefer you don't wander around the prison alone and would instead ask you to stay in his personal quarters or his office. Beyond just seeing him as being a little clingy outside of a yandere AU, I think he'd worry that, as the lover of the Duke of Meropide, the inmates might try to use you as a bargaining chip to barter for their freedom. Because of this, he tries to make staying in as enticing as possible by spoiling you with whatever you wish for.

As a yandere, I think this protective instinct wins out against any argument you might try to pose to gain your freedom. Even if you aren't his lover yet, rumors spread dangerously quick in Meropide, and he can't hide how he watches over you as you go about your day. I also definitely believe if he has to, he's willing to do more...unsavory things to ensure your safety, so long as you don't learn about them. Meropide is outside of Fontaine's jurisdiction, after all. With you safe and sound, it's not like you'll be hearing about anyone going missing anyways.

[allisluv]

Hii can u do something with finnick with reader who is insecure about her looks so she stops eating? So he is very worried and gives her something? I'm sorry if it's something triggering, I just wanted to ask. Hope your doing ok girl love ya! ❤

feelings are not facts.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: finnick notices when you stop eating.

word count: 600 words

content warnings: illusions to an eating disorder / disordered eating, a brief mention of weight, feeling insecure, finnick being sweet. please note that i am not trying to romanticise eating disorders and you are responsible for what media you choose to consume. please read with caution and put your mental health first!!

Finnick O’Dair notices the small things about you; like how your bottom lip trembles just before you��re about to cry or how you push around your food on your plate without really eating anything. 

It doesn’t worry him, not to begin with. At first, he just assumes you don’t have much of an appetite, but then he notices you skipping out on meals and staring at yourself for far too long in the mirror. 

Finnick has never been one for confrontation. It takes him weeks to gather up the nerve to voice his concerns.  

He lays awake for hours on end, tracing patterns down the slope of your shoulders and mulling over his words. Eventually, he drifts off and once he wakes up, your cold side of the bed is what prompts him to sleepily walk through the hallways of your shared home. 

He ventures farther into the kitchen, where he finds you curled up on the sofa in the living room, cradling a book as the television plays in the background. The sun shines through the open patio doors and your hair keeps getting caught in the breeze. 

Finnick flops down on the sofa, careful not to sit on your feet. You glance up at the shift in weight and offer him a weak smile as he leans over to press a kiss to your temple. “Hi honey. Have you eaten anything today?” 

His question catches you off guard and you can feel your eyebrows knitting together. “I– wait, what?” You splutter, abandoning your book altogether and setting it down onto the coffee table. You forgot to mark your page in your haste to brush him off. “Of course I’ve eaten!” you protest, pouting out your bottom lip like a child. 

Finnick can feel guilt eating away at the edges of his chest as he asks, “Honey, what did you have?” He threads his fingers through your hair and gently grips your chin between his finger and thumb, angling your head to get you to meet his eye. “I’m not mad at you, just worried, honey. You’ve not been eating much lately.”

For a split second, you consider crawling out of his lap and lying through your teeth, but it’s Finnick you’re talking to. It’s your Finnick. Your bottom lip trembles and you furiously blink away the tears gathering on your waterline. “I just… I hate the way I look, Finnick.” 

His heart shatters into shards of glass that stab through his ribcage. “What do you mean you hate the way you look, baby? You look beautiful.”

You hesitate. “I don’t feel it.” 

Finnick frowns, and rubs soothing circles down the skin of your hip-dips. “How about we do this, honey?” He makes sure you’re listening before he keeps going. “If you’re feeling insecure or upset or just having a bad day, come and find me; I’m willing to show you all day every day how beautiful I think you are. We’re gonna start small because I know this is gonna be hard for you; what’re you feeling like this morning?”

“I’m not hungry,” you insist, winding your arms around his neck as your stomach growls. Talk about bad timing. 

Finnick arches a teasing brow. “Nice try baby, but that’s not gonna work. How do waffles sound, hm?” 

You shrug your shoulders and thread your fingers through the golden locks of his hair. “I guess you could twist my arm.” The weight in your chest eases as he pecks your cheek and for the first time in weeks, you feel heaps better now that you know you’re not alone

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being ex-HYDRA and Bucky being your mentor

Bucky Barnes x teen!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: @marvelflame2010: “Hello, can you write headcanons for Bucky Barnes being a mentor to a teenager (around 15-16) that was ex-HYDRA and is trying to be a hero? read your request rules, so I hope that this is proper. Thank you!”

sometimes it felt like no one knew what you had went through, being abducted and forced to be a weapon for a secret organization whose purpose was to gain more control

but when you met these avengers, it felt like everyone and their momma knew what it was like

bucky barnes, for example

the winter soldier, a WWII soldier deemed missing in action, presumed dead, and happened to be a prisoner of war and beyond

the experimentation and mind control he endured was much like your own, which gave you some comfort

“does it ever feel weird hearing one of your trigger words as a civilian? you know, now that we got ‘reset?’” -you

“not…no, not really? who’s speaking russian around you, y/n?” -bucky

“uh…i mean, no one. i’ve just been watching a lot of russian tv recently” -you

“why would you naturally assume i am also doing that?” -bucky

“why did you assume i didn’t?” -you

ok, thats not the greatest example of bucky mentoring you, but it’s a great example of sarcastic bickering!

honestly, the hardest part was learning how to be gentle again

if you could even say you were ever gentle to begin with being taken so young

it was hard to be so ruthless and unfeeling and have to start feeling

the nights of panic and anxiety were the worst, they made you wish you had that switch in your mind still. you’d whispered the trigger words to yourself sometimes to see if they were still there and if they could “help” you turn off those feelings

but bucky knew. he knew and he learned and he stuck with you

“y/n, those feelings are good” -buck

“no! no, they’re not. why are you saying it’s good to feel bad? i can’t breathe! i can’t think!” -you

“because you have feelings now. it’s the same as when you’re happy. you get to feel happy, it comes with all that other stuff. you have options, opportunities, this is one of them. you just have to take deep breaths” -bucky

combat training was the strangest feeling

“nope. too hard” “pulling your punches now” “your aim there was lethal” “you can’t put that much force into a chokehold” “cutting someone’s finger off isnt cool, y/n. kind of a dick move” “you automatically try to inflict severe injuries, arteries should not be the go-to. disarm your enemy first, if anything”

nothing ever felt right

if you were fighting effectively, you’d risk killing someone, which isn’t what you do anymore

if you held back too much, you’d be injured or killed, and all this would be for nothing

there had to be a sweet spot, but it was never what you were trained for. you were trained to eliminate your targets by any means

but you understood bucky all the same

bucky was there to help you acclimate to the norm too

like, whatever that was

says the guy with the metal arm and fought in world war ii despite the fact it was now like. 2020-something

like a normal ass dinner

“you know, i rarely ever got to go out to eat as a kid” -bucky

“can you ever say something that doesn’t make you sound ancient?” -you

“hey, you wanna pay for your meal tonight or do you want me to?” -bucky

“sorry…” -you

you liked to watch dumb tv shows (the american kind) with him

he’d indulge for a few minutes and then walk off unless he was REALLY interested

actually, he really enjoyed the office

“which avenger would each character be?” -you

“don’t…don’t make me do that” -bucky

“come on! you know, i kind of think phyllis and bruce are alike. like, theyre soft until they get mad and then all bets are off” -you

“that is…dumb” -bucky

sam really loved that bucky was there for you

but he saw that bucky was kind of doing it to distract himself too

“you know, me and steve found bucky just minding his business a while back. all he wanted then was to be alone, mind his business. this? this was what he needed” -sam

“what? a teenage hydra defector?” -you

“i mean, if youre gonna put it that way” -sam

“no, i get what youre saying” -you

steve actually didn’t come up too much, you know?

you thought bucky was trying to keep himself in the present as much as he could

which was what you were trying to learn from him in the end. how to move forward

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[princessmisery666]

Just Say You Love Me

Summary: Dean is trying to embrace his emotions and look to the future. Part 3 of 3. Part 2 - The Right Guy On Paper.

Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff, mentions of cheating. 

W/C: 4,901.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mentioned: Jody Mills. 

Pairing: Dean x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Bingo: @jacklesversebingo Square Filled: ”Would you please, shut up, I’m trying to confess my love for you.”

A/N: Obviously this was supposed to posted on a certain day (you'll get what I mean when you read) but it just wasn't where I wanted it to be at the time so I waited. Two-ish weeks later ain't bad though.

Graphics: made by be on canva. Dividers by @talesmaniac89

Master Lists: JAcklesVerseBingo / Dean Winchester / Main

Pulling off the highway, Dean grumbles, “This is stupid,” to himself again. Yet, he had called Jody to make sure you weren’t working, made the two-hour drive, and hadn't veered off route to the nearest bar.

It’s been a few weeks since he saw you at Jody’s cabin. You’ve spoken on the phone a few times and met him halfway to Kentucky to give him a lore book Claire had borrowed. But no in-depth conversations have been had, which he’s okay with because one, it’s a conversation to be had in person and not while he is neck deep in a case, and B, he doesn’t know what to say or how to tell you what he wants because he’s still not sure himself. 

So, in the safe confines of Baby, he asks himself again why is he driving to your house on Unattached Drifter Christmas or ‘Valentine’s Day’ for the schmucks? 

Before he can do a little soul-searching and find the answer, his cell phone rings. 

“Hey Sam, what’s up?” he answers. 

“Why are you in Sioux Falls? Something wrong?” 

“Everything’s fine. Wait, how do you know where I am?” 

“You were way too vague about where you were going. You always have a plan for today,” Sam explains, “figured you were up to no good and better keep an eye on you in case you get into trouble like last time.”

“Last time was almost five years ago, and for the hundredth time, I didn’t know she was married,” Dean snarks.

“Plus, you didn’t turn off your GPS,” Sam says as if he hadn’t heard Dean’s argument. “So why are you in Sioux Falls on Unattached Drifter Christmas?”

He falters for a second, thinking of an excuse, and before his pause becomes suspicious, he blurts, “There’s a new bar opened up. Wanna try it out.”

“This bar called Y/N’s, by any chance?” 

“What? No!”

Sam laughs, and that all-knowing chuckle reminds Dean that Sam is onto him and there’s no point in denying anything. “It’s a good thing, Dean,” his brother assures him. “You may not have told her outright, but she’s smart. She’ll recognize you showing up today, of all days, is your way of telling her you want…” Dean waits, hoping that Sam will impart the answer that eludes him, but huffs in defeat when his brother adds, “Whatever it is you want.”

“This is stupid,” Dean grumbles, “I’m being stupid.” 

“No, it's not,” Sam scolds. “I’m sure today will be tough for her. So, just being there for her is a good thing. It doesn’t have to be deep conversations. Showing up and supporting her is enough.”

Dean considers that Sam is probably right, but it doesn’t make him feel any less insecure. “Maybe.”

“Have fun,” Sam says before hanging up.

Five minutes from his final destination, his phone chimes, alerting him to a text message.

Jody: She’s at Lucky Shots, fifth wheeling it. 

“Dammit, Sam!” he snarls, but he’s not really mad, saves him a trip to her empty house.

The break at Jody’s cabin was revitalizing, and the feeling has stuck for the few weeks you’ve been back in your routine. It probably helps that you removed every trace of Luke from your life the moment you got home. The confrontation with Dean was cathartic, too. You’ve analyzed what he’d said about not wanting you to meet someone new and that he missed you, and asked Jody for her opinion, too. She’d wistfully smiled as if aware of something you weren’t, “Maybe you gave up on him too quickly.”

You didn’t want to admit that Jody was probably right. Yet you had made assumptions, choosing to believe that he didn’t want anything serious, and after admitting to yourself that you wanted something more, you had decided to go out and find it somewhere else.

That realization turned out to be at the forefront of your mind today. You're thankful to your friends, Laura and Sara, for the invitation and for not allowing you to stay home and eat your emotions. Being the fifth wheel isn’t the issue. It doesn’t bother you, even on Valentine’s Day. They chose a lowkey, casual games bar, not some romantic, candlelit restaurant, and for that, you are eternally grateful. The issue is Luke is there. It could be worse. He could be with her, but fortunately, he’s with two of his buddies.

The bar has darts, beer pong, pool, skee ball, knock down a clown, and a few other amusements. You're locked into a tight game of girls versus boys beer pong - the beer having been replaced with tequila shots - and you can feel Luke’s every glance as if he’s waiting for an opportunity to approach.

It’s the last thing you want, and your friends were kind enough to offer to leave when he arrived, but you stubbornly refused. You had no reason to leave. He should be filled with so much shame and regret that he can’t bear to face you, but he has the audacity to look like a wounded puppy, and that makes you angry. 

The game is down to the wire, and the final ball is down to Chris and Dylan, your friends' partners. Dylan massages Chris’ shoulders, “Come on, buddy, you got this. For the win!” 

You all hold your breath as Chris releases the ball, and the boys celebrate the victory with loud cheers as it lands in the cup, having barely touched the sides. You, Laura, and Sara shoot another round of tequila. The sourness of the lemon you suck on adds to the disapproving look you catch Luke throwing your way.

Asshole. How dare he judge you! 

“I demand a rematch!” Laura declares. 

You agree. “My turn to buy the drinks.”

Sara escorts you to the bar. Though she masks it as helping you carry the drinks back to the table, you know she’s doing it to protect you from an unwanted visitor.

“I need the bathroom, but I’ll meet you back here,” Sara tells you, “if he comes over before I make it back, stomp on his foot and poke him in the eye.” 

You laugh, really belly laugh, because she’s totally serious, and it’s also hilarious to think he’d have the balls to actually approach you.

“Who’re we looking out for, honey?” the elderly woman beside you asks, lips pursed and looking sassy. 

Sara tells her, “Other end of the bar, tall white guy, blond hair.”

“Green shirt?” she asks for confirmation. 

“That’s the one.” 

“Uh-huh,” she tuts, “I know the type, handsome as an angel, spirit of the devil. You go on to the bathroom. I’ve got your friend until you get back.”

You don’t doubt the lady’s confidence. You wouldn’t mess with her. 

“Thank you, Miss…” 

“Call me Beverly,” she introduces, and Sara shakes her hand before skittering off to the bathroom. 

You wait your turn to be served, listening to your protector tell you all about her first husband, “the devil incarnate.” 

If only she knew. 

You face forward, not even side-glancing in Luke’s direction, not wanting to give him any inclination you may want to talk. You don’t. Beverly turns and rests her back against the bar to see the whole room without looking over her shoulder. 

“Oh, sweetie,” your new friend says, “there’s another one of those handsome-as-an-angel men walking this way, and I think he’s looking for you.” 

You still don’t turn, but look up into the mirror behind the bar and see him. Dean maneuvering around people and tables, coming straight toward you. 

Unintentionally, you gasp, a sheepish smile creeping in as you lock eyes with him in the mirror.

“From that reaction, I don’t think you need help with this one,” Beverly says, sweetly taking a step to the left to make room for Dean. 

“Hey,” he says, a half smile making him look a little awkward.  

“Hey,” you say as he leans in to kiss your cheek, and when he’s close, you whisper, “Everything okay?” 

He pulls back, nodding with a slight frown as if the question was offensive or something. “Yeah, everything is fine, just passing through and wanted to say hi.”

“Passing through?” you ask, suspicion clear in your tone.

His frown deepens, clearly trying to sell the lie, pretending to be confused by the suspicion.

You smirk. “Just happen to be passing through on Unattached Drifter Christmas?”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “How much do you and Sam talk?” 

“A lot,” you confess, “emails, phone calls, memes, and then there’s the weekly newsletter.” 

“Busted.” He laughs, and it shakes off whatever anxiety he was feeling.

The bartender comes over and takes your order. You add on whatever Beverly is drinking for the rest of the night, which reminds you Sara has been gone a while. You turn around to look for her, and Dean looks over his shoulder. Sara’s back at the table. All of them are staring at you but quickly and comically turn around as if they weren’t when Dean finds them. 

“Sorry,” you chuckle, “they’re just looking out for me cause Deputy Dick is here.”

“Shit,” he grumbles. “Is me being here going to be a problem?”

“Probably, but that's his problem.”

Dean laughs, and you really have missed it. The easy relationship you had seems to be a thing of the past, but you want it back. Maybe not the sex because you’ve realized that's where the problem lies. You want more from him than you'll ever get, but at least the friendship could be mended.

“But don’t waste your Christmas on me, Dean,” you say. It's subtle but enough to tell him that hooking up is off the table.

That disgruntled frown appears again, and he looks genuinely offended. “I’m not here ‘cause I think I’m gonna get laid.” He explains, shrugging. “Running into you isn’t a coincidence. I was on my way to your place because I didn’t want you to be alone tonight. Jody told me where you were.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to take from that?”

“Take it for what it is,” Dean suggests. “I’m trying.”

You can work with that. Trying to be friends sounds like just what you need. No pressure or expectations from either side, so you quickly squash the thought that it means something deeper that he’s choosing to spend time with you instead of finding a warm body to lie with. 

“Okay.” You smile, trying to look as sweet as possible. “Well, can part of that trying be helping us win at beer pong?” 

“Girls versus boys?”

“Obviously.”

He scoffs, “Absolutely not! And you get an extra shot for asking me to rig a sacred game.” He hands you a shot off the tray of drinks, and you knock it back. 

He watches you, grinning the whole time, and you shake your head as if it will shake away the taste. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he says, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Don’t try and soften me up, Winchester,” you warn, “I’m not gonna take it easy on you.” 

He shrugs, “Was worth a shot,” and walks away with the tray of drinks. 

Chris and Dylan merrily call his name as he approaches, and you follow, smiling fondly. 

“Now the odds are even. Prepare to go down, ladies,” Dean says, taking off his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow.

The games continued; the boys won at Beer Pong, but the girls won two rounds of darts. Once Chris and Dylan had gushed over the Impala, you said your goodbyes in the parking lot. Each of your friends hugged you. Dean got a kiss on the cheek from the ladies, and the guys gave him a firm handshake before pulling each other into a one-armed hug. It looked natural and easy, and you love how well Dean slots into the group.

You realize you’re staring as he drives, and he glances over when he feels your eyes on him. “Are we still social distancing or something?” he jokes, reaching a hand over to tug on your leg, requesting you get closer. 

You oblige, sliding over the leather seat, and he slips an arm behind your shoulders to rest on the seat back. “Thank you for that,” you say, kissing his cheek.

“For what?” he asks. 

“Pretending like you couldn’t hit that bullseye with your eyes closed.”

“Well, I’m supposed to be a mechanic, right? Not sure a mechanic would have perfect marksmanship.”

“If you’re not sold on the mechanic thing, you can always tell them you’ve changed your profession,” you suggest, and with a teasing wink, add, “but they all already know you’re good with your hands.” 

“Would you, for once, get your mind out of the gutter?” Dean jests, “I already told you, no sex for you.”

“Sorry, Mr Winchester, sir,” you joke, “I’ll be on my best behavior.” 

He laughs but looks out at the road. His fingers lightly brush your neck. You aren’t sure he realizes he’s doing it. When you were sleeping together, it became a thing - absentmindedly, he’d lightly stroke your skin while watching a movie or falling asleep. It's familiar and comforting, and you lay your head on his shoulder the rest of the ride home. 

Dean follows you up your path, and while you search your bag for your keys, you notice him looking to the left, eyes squinting, trying to see something too far away. 

“Wanna come in?” you ask, distracting him from whatever has caught his attention.

“It’s not a good idea,” he says, giving you his full focus, “I meant what I said, Y/N. I didn’t show up cause I was expecting to get laid.” 

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered throwing caution to the wind and jumping into old habits. And you're surprised by Dean’s rejection. He could have followed your lead and taken you to bed without any objections.

“Presumptuous much?” you counter, smirking. 

He smiles, all charm and smug joy, because he knows he’s right. “Don’t try and pretend you weren’t thinking about it.” He steps closer, crowding your space and gripping your hips to pull you against him. “You’ve been flirting with me all night.” 

“I can stop,” you threaten, but it falls flat as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He grins, “No, you can’t,” against your lips, kissing you before you can claim otherwise.

The kiss is not hesitant; it’s deep and long, but you feel him holding back. His hands don’t roam, remaining wrapped around your waist, but he takes his time, savoring the shared warmth, each brush of your tongues, every breath shared. 

Dean is the first to pull back. “I gotta go,” he swiftly kisses you again. “I told Jody I’d be there before midnight.” 

“Gonna turn into a pumpkin, Winchester?”

He laughs, pecking your lips again, but then his features soften, something close to pleading, “I’m trying,” he grumbles, but you're not sure if it's to remind you or himself.

He doesn’t say exactly what it is that he’s trying, but you know he means he’s trying to do things the right way, and that’s enough. “You're doing great,” you assure. 

He kisses you harder, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip, and you let him in. He walks you backward until your back hits your door, and he groans when he presses himself into you. “Nope,” he scolds himself, pulling back and comically jogging away down the path, but while you're still laughing at him, he turns back. “Can I take you to breakfast tomorrow?”

You smile, and it widens to a knowing grin. You spare him the OMG shock when the realization hits you, but you do ask, “Are we dating?” 

“Only if you say yes?”

“Pick me up at ten.”

He winks, unable to contain the boyish grin, and just as he opens his mouth to say something, a siren blasts, and a sheriff’s car pulls up to Baby’s bumper.

You walk a few feet to stand beside Dean as Travis, the rookie, and Luke, in plain clothes, step out of the vehicle. 

“You gotta be kidding me,” Dean says.

Luke and Travis stand beside each other on the sidewalk but don’t approach you.

“Ten out of ten for dramatic flair,” you snark, clapping once. 

“But should have done it while I was kissing her,” Dean adds, “would have been way more dramatic.”

“I think you meant douchier,” you suggest with a confused frown. 

“You’re right,” Dean clicks his fingers as if you're right on the money, “I meant douchier.”

“Funny,” Luke says. “Travis, this man has been driving under the influence. Please breathalyze him.”

You put a hand on Dean’s arm to keep him in place should he decide Luke deserves another punch to the face. After all, he’s not in uniform. Travis is wise enough not to move. You're his boss. Luke has seniority over him but not over you. 

“Really?” Dean sneers. “That's all you got?”

“Go home, Luke,” you tell him, “you’re making a fool of yourself.”

“So what if I am,” he says, “I just wanna talk.” 

“We’ve talked,” you remind him. “You talked, I listened to your piss poor excuses, and it changed nothing.” 

“We were going to get married.”

You raise your voice, “That was a reaction to your cheating! You only asked me because you felt guilty, and I only said yes because…” you cut yourself off, but Dean looks at you, knowing what you had been about to say.

“We were good together,” Luke says, seemingly oblivious to the silent conversation that passed between you and Dean. “He’s just a,” Luke sneers at Dean. “What did you call it? A situationship.”

Dean tenses under your grip, and you know the comment had the intended effect. You’ll have to address it later.

Clenching his jaw, he briefly looks away before leveling a glare and taunting, “Dude, have some dignity. She’s already told you it’s over.” He practically growls his next words. “So leave.”

Luke ignores Dean, looking directly at you. “You're angry, I get it. But don’t make any rash decisions, please.” he implores.

“I was angry,” you agree, “I was furious, but now I’m indifferent. You were a rash decision, Luke, and I’m not saying that to be cruel or get back at you. It’s the truth.”

Saying those words aloud drives home your previous thoughts of why you started dating Luke. Getting engaged was a reaction to your feelings of rejection from Dean’s honesty about commitment. You release a breath as Luke’s face drops, finally seeming to understand.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

He shakes his head, blasting out a breath filled with disbelief. “We were never going to work out,” Luke realizes aloud, “you were too hung up on him.”

“Travis, I’m sorry you were dragged into this,” you sigh, “but please take Luke home.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Luke stares for a second longer, but chooses not to say anything further, allowing Travis to usher him into the car.

Dean doesn’t move, watching the car disappear from view at the end of the street. Your heart pounds in your chest; you’ve just gotten to a good place, and now that might have all been unraveled.

Though you suspect not a lot of it is surprising to Dean. The day you told him about Luke, he’d begged you not to tell him you loved him and he was right for the assumption that you did - or do or might. You can not say it even reject the idea if anyone suggests it, but you can’t deny it to yourself. You sought out Luke to replace the emotions you felt weren’t reciprocated by Dean.

“Maybe I should take you to breakfast,” you suggest, with a nervous chuckle, “to make up for that. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, giving you a small smile. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he assures you, but he’s looking you over like he’s trying to read the emotions behind the words. “You okay?”

Quickly, you reply, “Yeah, of course.”

“You sure? You look like a bit of ‘deer caught in headlights’.” 

“I’m okay,” you sigh, taking a deep breath. “Just a little worried that's undone all the progress we’ve made.”

“It hasn’t,” he tells you, slipping a hand on your hip and pulling you into him. “This situationship can handle an ex-situationship.”

You grimace, “I’m sorry.”

He laughs, nonplussed, “Don’t be. I’ve been called worse.” 

He silences your next apology with a deep kiss and slowly, seemingly reluctantly, pulls back. “I’ll pick you up at ten for breakfast.”

You're rambling again. Since Valentine’s Day, it’s been happening a lot. Dean knows why you're doing it. He can see it in your expression every time you catch yourself and stutter over the words, changing it to something else and hoping he doesn’t notice. 

The first time it happened, a few weeks ago, Dean thought he misheard you. You were both breathing heavily, your thighs pressed against his ears, holding him in place, writhing while you rode his tongue. He watched your face as much as he could, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your body twitched, and your climax coated his tongue and wet the sheets, “I love yo…when you do that.”

Three days ago, after a double date with Sara and Dylan, Dean woke you up in bed with coffee and French toast. Still in the haze of sleep, you smiled contentedly, and it almost slipped out. “I love…” you coughed to cut yourself off, correcting it as you sat up, “I love French toast.” But he could see it in eyes, the adoration tainted with the fear of saying it aloud.

‘I love you’ is on the tip of your tongue, and it almost escaped a moment ago. 

A car accident had kept you late at work, so the dinner reservations had to be canceled, but Dean wouldn’t let it ruin the night. He’d ordered pizza, knowing you’d be starving when you got home, run a bubble bath (with the ulterior motive of joining you), popped open a bottle of your favorite wine - he hated it, thought it tasted like vinegar - and was waiting in the middle of the living room for you with the glass in hand. 

Taking the glass from him, you lazily kissed him. He could feel how tired you were. Listlessly, you mumbled, “Oh god, I love yo…” but had stifled it so quickly that the rim of the glass clinked against your teeth.

Clearly unable to think of an alternative, you began rambling about your day while unnecessarily blitzing around the already clean kitchen with a dishcloth.

He wants you to say it. He figured out how he felt about you when it finally sunk in after you’d told him you’d met someone else. It was more than physical, and it always had been. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have hurt so damn much when you told him about Luke.

He hasn’t said the words to you, but you have to know that’s how he feels. He told you he’s trying. Although, there haven’t been any conversations about exactly what that entails. He’s been more communicative. He’s made future plans - okay, only a week or so ahead at any given time, but that tells you all you need to know, right?

But the way you keep avoiding the phrase sets off a little ripple in his heart. Maybe you don’t know. Maybe you’re afraid he’ll hightail it out the door like last time if you say it aloud. Maybe he needs to expand his communication skills. He says your name softly, but you either don’t hear him or pretend not to, afraid of what comes after.

“I should get you a key cut,” you blabber in. “Save you having to pick the lock next time I’m not home. Don’t want the neighbors calling it in. Mrs Brooks next door is always twitching her curtains.”

He tries again, “Y/N,” louder this time. 

“I need to put a load of laundry in,” you say, striding into the laundry room. 

“I did it already,” he calls after you. 

“I’ll put it in the dryer then.” 

He follows, trapping you inside the smaller space so you have no choice but to turn and face him.

“The laundry is done and folded in the basket in your room.” he continues, speaking to your back. “The kitchen is clean. Pizza is on the way. The bath should still be hot.” 

You finally look up at him, and there’s that apprehensive smile again, but your eyes are aglow with the words you chew your lip to suppress. 

“Just say it,” he sighs, trying to hide his smile. 

“Say what?” 

He steps closer, crowding your space and using a gentle touch to tilt your head up to keep your eyes on his. “You know what.” He smirks, teasing, “You can’t bite your tongue forever. So just say you love me.”

“I wasn’t biting…” you stammer, “I never…I only meant I was going to get a key cut for you. I didn’t mean anything….” 

“Would you please, shut up?” He silences your rambling with a hard kiss, grabbing your hips and hoisting you to sit on top of the dryer. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you sigh placidly, but he pulls back and grins, “I’m trying to confess my love for you.”

You drop your gaze, avoiding eye contact. “Please don’t.” 

He notes your avoidance of looking at him, and panic sets in that maybe he’s got it wrong, again. But he hopes he’s right, so he chuckles, “giving me a taste of my own medicine.” 

You shake your head, “No. I don’t need to hear it, and you don’t have to say it ‘cause you think it's what I want to hear.” 

“That’s not what…” he tries, but you raise your voice to speak over him. 

“Dean, please!” you wait for him to close his mouth. “I like how things are now, and I don’t want to jinx it or have to watch your ass run for the door again.” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, “it will be different this time.”

“We’ve been through this already. I don’t want promises, and we don’t need to open old wounds.”

“I get why you’re…”

The doorbell interrupts him, and you use the excuse to push him aside as you jump down and scurry out of the room.

He leans against the doorframe facing into the kitchen and listens to you thank the delivery guy. You must have given a generous tip because he thanks you multiple times as you say goodbye to him.

The click of the door closing echoes, and he waits for you to appear, but you don’t. He imagines you standing in the hallway, trying to calm yourself. 

He waits, counting the seconds in his head with the promise that he’ll go find you if he reaches thirty.

At fifteen, you enter, eyes glued to the floor, pizza balanced like a cocktail waitress. “I’m gonna go take that bath,” you tell him. “Hopefully, it's still warm.” 

You’re assuming the conversation is over. Only it isn’t. At least, not for him. He hasn’t been working up to it. He’s never had a grand plan for the first time he says it, but now he knows he needs to say it so you understand and believe him.

Silently, he watches you put a few slices of pizza on a plate - so he presumes he’s not invited to the bubble bath. The stopper gives an audible pop when you pull it from the wine bottle, like an exclamation point on his thoughts.

He clears his throat and proclaims, “I love you.”

The only indication that you heard him is your frozen state, bottle tipped, ready to pour into your glass. 

“It took me too long to figure that out, but I do. And saying it or not saying it out loud isn’t going to change a damn thing.”

You continue to pour the wine into your glass but don’t turn to face him, recorking the bottle and resting against the countertop.

You haven’t run away, so he continues, “I always knew we were good together, but now I see that we have a whole future of being good together, not just the here and now.”

Hesitantly, he stalks closer to you, watching you take a large gulp of the red liquid. You must hear his approach because you turn around but jump slightly at his proximity. 

“I’m ready to move forward,” he confesses, “and I want to do it with you.” 

“Are you done?” you ask, finally looking up at him with a teasing but joyful smirk under a shy gaze. “You’re on a roll there. I just want to be sure before I say anything.” 

He laughs but shakes his head once, “Nope.” He takes the glass from your hand and puts it beside the bottle. “One more thing,” he leans in closer, tilting your chin up, lips whispering over yours, “I love you.”

You chase his lips as he pulls back, “C’mon, you know you want to,” he teases, making no attempt to hide his smugness. He’s got you right where he wants you. “Just say you love me.”

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[stillbornfrost]

Squid Game 2(Thanos Team):

You ignore them for voting the opposite vote

Featuring: Thanos(230), Nam-gyu(124), Min-su(125), Se-mi(380), and Gyeong-su(256)

(Edit) this isn't proof read so apologies, but I am working on a yandere Nam-gyu head cannons. It will be uploaded in a bit.

Warnings: implied drug use

Thanos

You haven't looked at him since the vote.

Not once.

Thanos sits on the edge of his bed, elbows on knees, hands clenched together. He doesn’t say anything for a while. Just stares ahead, jaw tight. You’re a few feet away, but might as well be across the world.

Finally, he speaks. Voice low. Flat.

“You’re mad ‘cause I voted blue.”

You don’t answer.

He nods to himself. Like yeah, that tracks. Still staring ahead. He hasn’t had a fix. It’s starting to show.

“You wanted out. I saw your face. You thought I’d press red too.”

He glances at you—just a second, then away again. Eyes narrowed like he's thinking too hard about what he's not saying.

“…I couldn’t do it.”

A beat.

“Out there? There’s nothin’. No money. Nothin’ waiting for me but a cold street and maybe a needle.”

He breathes through his nose. Shaky. Angry at himself.

“In here... I have a shot.”

“We had a shot.”

That one hits different. He doesn’t say things like that. Not to anyone.

You shift, but still say nothing. His jaw tightens again. He finally looks straight at you.

“I thought you got it. Thought you got me.”

And then, quieter:

“…Guess I was wrong.”

He stands up, slow and heavy, like the day aged him ten years. Walks past you without looking. Shoulders squared like he's trying not to care.

But his hands are shaking.

Nam-gyu

you start ignoring nam gyu after he votes blue to stay in the game and it kills him, but he’ll die before he says it out loud.

at first he acts like he doesn’t care. rolls his eyes when you walk past him without a glance, mumbles “real mature” under his breath like it doesn't bother him. but the second you’re out of sight, his whole expression drops. like he’s been punched in the chest. every single time.

he tries to play it cool—throws jokes around louder when you're nearby, starts picking fights just to show off, hoping you’ll look at him. you don’t. not once. and it eats at him like rust.

he’ll sit not too far from you during meals, way closer than necessary, pretending it’s a coincidence. tapping his foot, clearing his throat, drumming his fingers on the side of one of the beds—louder, more annoying, anything to make you say something. you never do.

he starts watching you like a hawk when you sleep. it’s not even on purpose at first. he just... needs to know you're okay. and if anyone gets too close to your bunk, he’s suddenly wide awake, full of threats and snarling teeth. “keep walking.”

he starts muttering to himself more. talking at you even if you don’t respond. “they keep pairing us with idiots,” he’ll say loud enough for you to hear. “bet I wouldn’t be stuck with them if you were talking to me.”

the worst part? he keeps looking for you after every game. immediately. like he needs to see you standing.. alive. or he’ll fall apart right there. sometimes you catch him staring, like he wants to say something—but he doesn’t. he never does.

he doesn’t understand why it hurts so much until one night, half-asleep, he hears someone mention your name and he flinches. like it’s a fresh bruise. like the idea of someone else getting close to you physically makes his blood boil.

and eventually—eventually—he breaks. cornering you after lights out, voice low and shaking in a way he’d never admit.

“you think i wanted this? i didn’t vote to stay because i don’t care about you. i voted because i knew out there you’d go back to starving, and in here i can actually—i can do something. protect you. you don’t get to act like that means nothing.”

Min su

Min su voting to leave in the game thinking he's doing the noble thing and then being utterly confused when you won’t even look at him afterwards. like he genuinely thought he was protecting you. “we leave, we survive, we go back home together, right?” it made sense in his head. the fact that you stayed crushed him a little. and now that you’re back in the game again and stonewalling him?? he’s spiraling.

he doesn’t know how to fix it so he starts doing awkward little things hoping you’ll notice—sitting closer during meals, quietly sliding extra food toward you, fumbling out a weak “are you cold?” and when you don't respond just sitting there silently for the rest of the night.

he’s so bad at confrontation it’s painful. he keeps practicing what to say under his breath and then panics every time you walk by. you’ll catch him opening his mouth to talk and then just giving up and pretending he wasn’t about to say anything.

he goes to the others like, “do you think they’re mad?” and thanos just stares at him like “bro.” semi tells him to actually go talk to you. Namgyu tells him to move on before he gets his heart broken.

Eventually he blurts out this ramble like "I thought we’d get out and be okay again and i didn’t want to watch you die i just—i thought i was doing the right thing and i know i messed up and i’m sorry i just don’t know how to fix it unless you tell me how” all in one breath.

Se-mi

se mi voting red during the vote with the same deadpan look she always has like it’s just logical. “this place is a death trap. i’m not stupid.” and you staring at her like she just stabbed you in the back. she doesn’t realize how much that choice hurt you until after the lights come on and you won’t even glance her way.

at first, she brushes it off. thinks you’re being dramatic. “they’ll get over it.���

...but you don’t.

and now she’s spiraling—quietly, of course. se mi doesn’t do outbursts, but suddenly she’s quieter than usual. snappier. watching you like a hawk from across the room and pretending she’s not.

she tries to start conversations with little sarcastic quips like “what, you mad i didn’t want to die?” but when you still don’t respond, it hits her way harder than she’ll ever admit.

she doesn’t apologize outright at first. not her style. instead she starts doing subtle things, like positioning herself between you and danger during games. low-key threatening anyone who tries to mess with you, all while pretending it’s not about you at all. “i just don’t like that guy.”

she talks to min su about it once, which is saying something because she doesn’t talk feelings.

“they’re mad at me.”

“yeah…”

“how do i fix it?”

“…say sorry?”

“…gross.”

absolutely yes—here’s a tumblr-style headcanon post for if you were dating se mi and then after both of you end up in the game, she votes red to leave and you start ignoring her. she's blunt, sharp, but definitely not heartless—and the way you ignore her after the vote? it gets to her.

se mi voting red during the vote with the same deadpan look she always has like it’s just logical. “this place is a death trap. i’m not stupid.” and you staring at her like she just stabbed you in the back. she doesn’t realize how much that choice hurt you until after the lights come on and you won’t even glance her way.

at first, she brushes it off. thinks you’re being dramatic. “they’ll get over it.”

...but you don’t.

and now she’s spiraling—quietly, of course. se mi doesn’t do outbursts, but suddenly she’s quieter than usual. snappier. watching you like a hawk from across the room and pretending she’s not.

she tries to start conversations with little sarcastic quips like “what, you mad i didn’t want to die?” but when you still don’t respond, it hits her way harder than she’ll ever admit.

she doesn’t apologize outright at first. not her style. instead she starts doing subtle things, like positioning herself between you and danger during games. low-key threatening anyone who tries to mess with you, all while pretending it’s not about you at all. “i just don’t like that guy.”

starts leaving her rations near your spot with no explanation. when you try to return them, she plays it off with “guess i’m not hungry.” even though she 100% is.

she talks to min su about it once, which is saying something because she doesn’t talk feelings.

“they’re mad at me.”

“yeah…”

“how do i fix it?”

“…say sorry?”

“…gross.”

eventually she corners you—not aggressively, just determined—and blurts out, “i didn’t leave because i didn’t care. i left because i care. okay? i thought if we got out we’d have a chance. not like this. not in here.”

then she crosses her arms like she’s not terrified and adds, “and i don’t regret much, but i regret hurting you. i’m not good at this… people thing. but i’m trying.”

The End

[sturniolo04]

Can you do one where Chris’s 14 years old daughter old daughter Is dating Nate’s son, and there is a family party at the triplets house in Boston, Nate and Madison where good the whole party that went swimming, ate, relaxed, it was all good but towards the end of the night they get a massive argument and he says something like “maybe we should just break up” or like “I’m better off alone” but he doesn’t rlly mean it he’s just mad, and she starts to cry and all the guest start to leave eventually and the triplets and Nate, help Nate’s son on how to make it up, Chris goes and comforts his daughter first of course, they make up at the end tho

A/n:  ofc! I put a little spin on it and made it into a little blurb! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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Madison and Colton which was nathan's son also known as the triplets best friend had been dating for a decent amount time. they were still fairly new couple pushing 3 months being together.

Being together that long they never really had disagreements let alone fights with one another so Im not sure what triggered this fight and out of all places for it to happen it happens when madison and the triplets were visiting her grandparents which were the triplets parents.

"why are you so god damn conceited its annoying"

colton states clearly something had to have pissed him off beforehand for him to even make that statement to you in a public setting.

"what concieted where did that even come from I am not like that"

madison chuckles out blowing it off not trying to cause a scene at the hang out at her grandparents house but colton kept pushing that narrative.

"im being deadass you are its not only that but you also just are around all the fucking time too its annoying"

colton replies back resulting in you acting shocked because one you two know your parents use language like that but you two never necessarily used it with each other.

"colton what are you even talking about I'm your girlfriend we hang out all the time because we are dating"

madison scoffs actually getting upset with him.

"yeah but that doesnt mean we need to or have to be with each other every waking minute of the day"

colton mumbles under his breath which madison clearly heard. Madison quickly stood up from the bench she was sitting on next to him in the backyard since that is where everyone was for other get together.

"so what are you saying you want be alone then more often then you are with"

madison scoffs getting visibly upset.

"yeah im better off alone honestly you know that"

colton responds madison rolls her eyes.

"well if you and i both know that about you maybe we should break up then since I'm so fucking conceited and clingy"

madison states at a fairly loud volume catching chris and Nate's attention for sure.

"fine by me"

colton shrugs out trying to act nonchalant about this situation even though he was already having a pissy attitude about something that wasn't even related to madison at all.

"whoa whoa whoa whats going on here"

chris exclaims stopping madison in her tracks by her should seeing she was about to storm back into the house because she didn't want to be around colton any longer.

"clearly im concieted and clingy dad"

madison scoffs as chris' face morphs into pure confusion.

"what are you talking about wh-who said anything like that"

chris trails off.

"ask colton"

madison scoffs walking around chris to enter the house.

"did you actually say that colt"

chris asks quirking an eybrow up at him as colton nods his head 'yes'

"not cool dude you need to fix that shit nate I'm serious"

chris responds to both nate and his son heading into the house to check on madison

"colt why would you say something like that"

nate asks his son and he simply shrugs his shoulders apparently not ready to admit what was truly bothering him.

"okay well did you mean what you said to madison"

nate asks him as he lets out a sigh an shakes his head 'no'

"then why did you say it"

nate asks him.

"i dont know im just frustrated with school and my coach putting all this pressure on me"

colton sighs out as nate's face softens.

"okay i hear you but why not tell madison that instead of taking that emotion out on her that's not cool she has feelings too"

nate reasons with him.

"yeah i know i shouldnt have said that I should have been honest with her"

colton sighs out as nate nods his head in agreement.

"so go apologize and fix that please"

nate drags out.

"okayy"

coltons replies dragging out the 'y' standing up to head into the house to find madison.

"dad why would he say that about me I have never done anything to even make him think I am that way like-"

madison angrily rambles out.

"hey calm down"

chris trails off grabbing her shoulders softly as she lets out a exasperated sigh.

"take a deep breath"

chris states as she does so feeling a little less angry at the situation and thinking a little more clear headedly.

"i just we never fight dad like I dont get it how could he think-"

madison softly mumbles out.

"hey its probably just something else i bet it has nothing to do with you"

chris reasons with her pushing some of her brown hair behind her ear lovingly. Madison simply nodded her head as colton entered the room nervously.

"hi"

colton mumbles out feeling really bad.

"hi"

madison softly replies sensing his geunine guilt.

"okay i will let you two talk I guess"

chris states leaving a kiss on madison temple exiting the room.

"mads im sorry"

colton starts as he sits next to you on the bed in the random room he found you and chris in taking her hands in his.

"i didnt mean any of what i said about you"

colton continues as madison lets out a quick sigh.

"then why did you say it colt"

madison asks softly.

"i just have been frustrated with school and lacrosse and I took it out on you and I shouldn't have I messed up I'm a dickhead I love you I'm sorry"

colton states out simply.

"i love you too dickhead"

she giggles out mimicking him a little as she leans in to hug him

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[peanutpinet]

haii! I saw that you request is open. i want to request with mafia!jaehyun x wife!reader. Jaehyun and your brother (johnny) are known have died, killed by their rivals. unknowingly you're having a child years later, and when the other group saw, they wanted to kill both of you.

suprisingly, you were saved by nct and you mad at them being shadows and hide themselves from you for years especially jaehyun and johnny. so, (especially) jaehyun and the others regaining your trust back and want to be a dad in your child live, you're slowly trust him and others again (maybe there's an incident or something that jaehyun almost being killed cause he saved you and/or child(?)). thank you

Back For You - Mafia! Jaehyun x Wife! Fem Reader (ft Older Brother Johnny)

HAPPY 2024 EVERYONE!! I HOPE THAT EVERYONE HAD A GREAT JANUARY (jokes on me for saying happy new year but posting this at the end of January) I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING MIA BUT I was away for a 2-week holiday which took a lot out of me. Don't worry, I've tried to write a bit and while this isn't my best writing since I'm still trying things, I hope that the anon who requested this and those who are reading will still enjoy it!! Manifesting a better year for everyone!!

A/N: hi anon, thank you for requesting, it means a lot that you like my writing :(( coincidentally, I have been reading a few nct fics about the reader having the neos’ child but the neo never knew that they had a child. I do want to point out that this specific mafia story won’t be included in the mini mafia universe that I’ve made as the timeline doesn’t really match but I will make another Jaehyun mafia fic in the same mafia universe that I’ve created!

Also, to the anon who requested the Johnny & TY mafia, Jisung mafia, thank you guys for being patient but I am going through my requests (actually shocked I have several of requests because I didn't think my writing would be enjoyable without a smut sometimes). Also, also! TY's girl is making an appearance in the next two mafia fics and her name is Kim Eunji because I used this name for my translated version of TY's first mafia fic over on my Wattpad. Okay, onto the story!

Warnings: suggestive, angst, mentions of pregnancy and child birth, gunshots, blood, lil fluff

It took 5 years of trying to heal yourself from your loss. 5 years to finally be able to accept that it was now just you and your son, Yuno together. 5 years since your husband and brother, Jaehyun and Johnny respectively were reported to have died in a car accident. But those 5 years of acceptance and peace were soon ripped in a matter of seconds.

You were just picking up your son from daycare who was one of the last kids there because you had to finish your shift but when you had just arrived, you saw several black SUVs that came from around the corner.

At first you didn’t think much about it because you have never been associated with anything illegal nor have you done anything wrong in your life.

But right when you picked up your son and headed out, there were several men who came out of the SUVs and stopped in front of you and your son.

Instinctively, you held your son tighter to you as one of the men came towards you, mentioning a name that you have not heard in the past 5 years of your life.

“Are you Jung (Y/N), wife of Jung Jaehyun and younger sister of Johnny Suh?” one of the men questioned which made you wrap your arms around your son, your motherly instinct moved him behind you

“And who are you to ask?” you hissed but the man just chuckled until you noticed the other men surrounding you and your son

“We’d just like to ask you several questions about your husband and older brother. So if you would come with us and have a little chat…” the man mentioned, looking at your son. “We wouldn’t want the kid to see something that he wouldn’t want to see, now would we?”

“Mommy…” your son called out to you but you wouldn’t let him come out from behind you

“I don’t know how you know my name, my deceased brother and husband’s name but as far as I know, none of us have any association with people like you. And plus, like I’ve mentioned, my brother and husband are both dead. If there were any debts that they may have, their lawyer would’ve said something to me years ago” you tried your best to sound brave but in reality you feared what may happen to you and your son; especially when some of the men came closer

“You should come while we’re being civil” the man scoffed as he commanded the other men to take out some of their weapons as you shielded your son from the scene he might witness

But somehow, as if your husband has been protecting you even before your marriage, there were other men who came and took down all the men that were surrounding you before they could even do anything to you or your son.

Amongst the men who helped you, there was one with white/silver hair and black tint underneath. He walked past everyone and stood in front of you, his eyes was big but his eyebrows made him have a more strict look.

What he did next was what you didn’t expect. The man kneeled to your son’s level and even called him by his name. “Hey, you must be scared, aren’t you? I’m Taeyong. You can call me uncle Tae. I know your father very well. You have his dimples and eyes but have your mom’s smile. You’re a brave boy like your dad”

“You know Jaehyun?” You asked as Taeyong looked at you, his eyes turned soft and even looked like he was sorry when he stood back up to face you

“I think he and Johnny should be the one to tell you everything. I have no right to get in between family business” Taeyong mentioned while you stood in shock

“W-what do you mean that he and Johnny…” you stuttered but Taeyong continued before you got to finish your sentence. “They’re alive. Both of them. We found them 5 years ago, barely breathing and they were both in a coma for almost a whole year but enough of that, how about I…”

“How do I know that you’re not using them to get to me or something? For all I know you could be working with those people from before or something” you questioned, making Taeyong sigh until you heard the very voices that you thought you would never hear ever again

“(Y/N)!!!” You heard Jaehyun shout and turning around, you saw Jaehyun, your husband and Johnny, your older brother; both of whom you thought were dead were now in front of you

“H-hey, hey” Jaehyun came and held you in his arms, pulling you to his chest as you sobbed whereas Johnny came to hug his nephew

“Sssh, I’m here. I’m so sorry. I’m alive. We’re alive” Jaehyun tried to calm you down but you broke down even more and hit his chest, pushing him away as your tears covered your vision

“How could you! Both of you!!” You screamed at both men who lied to you for the past 5 years. Both men whom you cherished close to you and mourned hard when you heard about their car crash and no bodies were found 5 years ago

“I cried for both of you. I mourned you both. I had to go through pregnancy and birth on my own. I did everything alone for the past 5 years. Y-you both don’t get to just waltz back in as if nothing happened” you cried, even falling to the ground as your son rush to your side, hugging you

“Sweetheart. Little flower” both Jaehyun and Johnny said at the same time, both coming closer but your son stood in front of you

“H-hey lil peach…” Jaehyun uttered, about to kneel down to your son’s height but just like Jaehyun, your son was overly protective of you ever since he was just 2 years old

“Go away” your son shouted as you tried to calm him but he kept on going. “Don’t make my mom cry”

“Lil peach, I’m not gonna…” Jaehyun tried to reach out to his own son but he was rejected. “No!!”

“You made my mom cry! I don’t want mommy to cry anymore!” Your son shouted but you quickly hugged him, calming him down. “Hey, hey. Jeong Yuno, what did mommy teach you?” you mentioned your son’s name, making Jaehyun tear up a bit because you named your son after his name

“Don’t shout at anyone. Don’t shout to your elders, okay? Especially your dad and uncle” you stroke your son’s head who looks at you with the same worried eyes as Jaehyun’s

“I don’t want you to cry anymore mommy. I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t mommy sad. I want mommy happy” your son mentioned, making both Jaehyun and Johnny’s hearts clench

“Mommy’s not sad. Don’t worry, mommy’s okay” you cooed your son, hugging him close to you as you lift him up

“(Y/n)…” Jaehyun uttered, trying to reach for both you and your son

“Don’t…I, I can’t deal with this. I want to go home” you mentioned, your voice was clearly tired

“It’s not safe for you to go back home” Jaehyun mentioned. “Then where am I supposed to go Jaehyun?!” You argued back, Jaehyun clenching his fists

“We’ll take you back somewhere safe. Somewhere no one can find nor touch either of you. Somewhere I should’ve brought you to a long time ago” Jaehyun mentioned, directing to you one of the cars

“Little flower…” Johnny breathed but you walked past him, carrying your son tightly and protectively in your arms

“Know that I’m only going with you guys for my son’s safety and not because I’ve forgiven either of you just yet” you uttered, going into the car as Taeyong closed it before it went off

“Get some rest. Both of you. You can talk to her tomorrow” Taeyong mentioned, heading to his own car

“Hyung!” Jaehyun called out to Taeyong

“I told you that you both that you should’ve gone back to her back then. I kept my side of the promise and took care of her when you both went on that mission. But you broke your side of the promise to go back to her” Taeyong stated, looking at his two members

“I understand during the first year because you both were brutally injured from the accident but afterwards?” Taeyong reminded. “I don’t mean to butt into your family business but if either of you forgot, your wife and sister was pregnant and about to give birth when you guys were already awake from your coma. Regardless of your reasoning, both of you should’ve gone back to her. Losing two of your loved ones during pregnancy and birth is not easy and the fact that she went through all of that alone makes me respect her so much”

“I suggest you both discuss on your own. I can only do so much by ensuring her safety. You both already lost the past 5 years with her. Don’t lose her as well” Taeyong advised

Throughout the ride back to NCT’s penthouse, both Jaehyun and Johnny discussed how they were going to try and approach you. Johnny saying that he wants to approach you first because he is your only related family member left and he wants to make sure that you know he will always take care of you somehow.

But Jaehyun wanted the three of you to just sit down and talk so none of you misunderstood one another. Both Jaehyun and Johnny kept debating until they reached the room that Taeyong provided for you and your son.

Softly, Jaehyun knocked on the door, worried that he might accidentally wake you and your son but luckily you were still awake and answered the door.

Upon opening the door and seeing Jaehyun and Johnny, your first instinct was to shut it close but knowing both your husband and brother, you might as well talk it out with them and get it over with.

“What do you guys want?” you questioned, your voice coming out strong and rough, your eyes and nose were still red from all the crying

“Can we talk? The three of us. We owe you a full explanation about what happened and everything” Johnny mentioned, hoping that you’d give him and Jaehyun a chance to explain for themselves

“Not in here. I just put Yuno to sleep. He wouldn’t sleep until I fall asleep” you replied and hearing your reply, Jaehyun wanted to hug you and let you know that he never meant to leave you alone but he restrained himself until you finally accepted his apology and allowed him to be back in both you and your son’s life

“Let’s go next door then, it’s my room” Johnny suggested and you nodded in agreement

You came to find out that your room was situated between Johnny and Jaehyun’s room with Johnny being right next door and Jaehyun across your room.

Inside Johnny’s penthouse, you were welcomed with the modern but minimalistic interior with several additions of rare collectables which you knew your brother had been very fond of since young. You took in his entire place until you saw several framed pictures of him, Jaehyun, some of their other friends and even with you framed in the center amongst the other pictures.

“Do you still like your tea with 90% milk and sugar?” Johnny asked, already at the pantry, brewing up your favourite tea for you

“Yea, I can’t have too much caffeine during the night anyways” you replied, accepting the tea from your brother

“So, you guys going to explain yourselves on leaving me for the past 5 years?” you questioned, looking down at your husband and brother who sat across you

To say you were speechless was definitely an understatement because as much as you tried to understand their point of views, you became angrier than before. Ever since your brother was in high school, he had already been in the mafia and as for your husband, Jaehyun officially became apart of it when he almost graduated high school.

Not only were they able to keep this secret life from you for the past 10+ years, but the fact they also hide themselves for the past 5 years all because they were scared to face you when they were still injured just didn’t make sense to you.

“What the fuck do you mean that you were scared to face me?!” you shouted, standing up from the sofa, angry at both your brother and husband

“Flower, we wanted to back to you, I swear. We were just caught up with other things…” Johnny tried to reason. “We were both badly injured and barely able to process anything…”

“But you got back up. You could’ve come to me. Your friends could’ve said something. I want to understand you but I can’t. Do you know how hard it was when I found out I was pregnant but before I could tell either of you, I saw your car crash on the news. I almost lost my baby. I almost lost my son that day too if it weren’t for your mom coming over to visit me early in the morning” you rambled on, making both Johnny and Jaehyun even more guilty

“Does your mom even know, Jaehyun?” you asked but received no answer from him

“I’m leaving” you let out which made both Johnny and Jaehyun immediately stood up, blocking your way

“I mean I’m leaving this room and going back to see my son. I can’t be in the same room with either of you right now” I pointed out, about to head to the door but a hand grabbed my wrist and from the touch, I knew that it was Jaehyun

“(y/n)…dimple…” Jaehyun let out that nickname he used to call me those years ago

The nickname that he gave me because he would always mention how he consider me as his dimple because his dimple is a part of him and he would always consider me as a part of him. I believed it, until he disappeared and reappeared back.

“Don’t call me that, Jeong” I hissed back, tears were threatening to spill again

“I swear I wanted to come back to you. Both me and Johnny. Me especially. I know what we did was horrible towards you and I’m not asking you to forgive and accept us back immediately but I just hope…” Jaehyun sighed. “I hope that you would at least let me into Yuno’s life. Let me be the father and husband I should’ve been all those years that I was gone”

Immediately, you ripped your arm away from Jaehyun and looked at him with anger and frustration. “You both got badly injured during and needed a year to fully recover fine. Your friends/members not coming to tell me anything about you because it’s classified, fined. But not telling your own mother and letting her, me and our son to believe that you were dead is beyond me. I don’t need words, Jeong. Neither does Yuno. All we wanted was for you to be there but you weren’t. You’re basically 5 years too late”

“I know” Jaehyun let out a shaky breath. “I, we, didn’t mean to lie to you and not come back sooner. We wanted to tell you but we were just waiting for the right time because we wanted to protect you long enough until we weren’t heavily involved anymore”

“Protect? Protecting me from those who were against you or protecting yourself from what might happen if you had told me before you disappeared?” you sighed

“You know what hurts more? Not when I lost both of you and almost lost Yuno that day. But the fact that I can’t hate either of you. I want to hate you both but I can’t. Because I know what it feels like growing up without a parent figure. I tried so hard to be that parent figure for Yuno but I could never replace his dad” you said, making Jaehyun more hopeful

“Don’t think that I’ve forgiven either one of you just yet. But I’m not as cruel as you to not see Yuno or try to be the father and uncle he should’ve had since he was born” you opened the door, ready to go back to your son. “I’m saying that you both can try your best to come back to our lives, but I can’t guarantee that either one of us would accept you. You might be the father Jaehyun but I was the one that took care of him the past 5 years and from what you’ve seen, our son doesn’t even consider you his dad even when I’ve told him and showed him pictures of you. Good night, Jaehyun, Johnny”

You left both men to the quiet and chill room with the loud noise of their own thoughts and guilt.

Despite leaving both Jaehyun and Johnny on a bad note, the two accepted your anger and instead, hearing you let out your own emotion fueled them to try their best to do whatever it took to get both you and Yuno’s apology.

The next morning, right when you were about to leave and bring Yuno to daycare, both Jaehyun and Johnny were right in front of your door as you came out with your son.

“Geezus, can you guys not this early in the morning?!” you sighed as your son gripped your hand tighter

“Sorry. We didn’t want to disturb your morning so we waited out here. But we got some breakfast sandwiches for both of you and caramel latte for you” Jaehyun mentioned, handing you the bag which you accepted

“Thanks. If there isn’t anything else, I really need to go and take Yuno to daycare and I also need to go to work” you mentioned, about to walk past both men but they stopped you before you could take another step

“What is it this time?” you asked, raising your eyebrow

“Sorry lil sis, I don’t think you should be going to work anymore” Johnny said, making you scoff. “You might be my older brother but you don’t have the rights to tell me what I can or cannot do”

“Johnny’s right (y/n). Those men the other day know who you are. It would only take time before other people would find you or Yuno and neither me nor Johnny wants that to happen again” Jaehyun replied, looking at you with those damn worried eyes

“If I don’t work then how am I supposed to afford a living?” you argued, challenging both Johnny and Jaehyun

“We’re both here now. We’ll fund everything. Especially me. I’m going to fun for both you and Yuno. I want to be the father that Yuno deserves to have. You can push me or Johnny away as much as you want but we will still try to squeeze ourselves back into both of your lives” Jaehyun mentioned and hearing his tone, you know how stubborn Jaehyun is going to be

Sighing, you agreed to not go to work and let your boss know that you have to quit so suddenly because of a family issue.

“Fine. I won’t go to work. But I’m not going to let my…”

“Our son” Jaehyun mentioned, making you roll your eyes. “Our son not go to school” you finished your sentence while Jaehyun kneeled down to Yuno’s height

“Of course not. I’ll take him to school and wait until his school ends” Jaehyun mentioned, smiling at Yuno, his dimples showing

But when Jaehyun took his hand out, trying to convince Yuno to come with him, Yuno shook his head. “No. I want to go with mommy”

“Lil peach…your mommy and uncle need to have a chat and I want to get to know you more” Jaehyun tried to convince him but Yuno stood his ground, gripping onto your leg

“Hey, hey lil bud” you mumbled, kneeling to your son’s height, holding his small hands in yours. “What did mommy tell you before?”

“Give daddy a chance” both you and Yuno said at the same time, making Jaehyun want to tear up knowing that despite what he did, you still taught your son to give him a chance

“That’s right lil bud. What happened to mommy shouldn’t be the reason for you to not give your daddy a chance. Also, it’s a good way to know if he’s actually making an effort. Plus, mommy needs to talk to uncle Johnny, okay? When you come back, mommy is going to make your favourite food, braised beef with toppokki” you mentioned, Jaehyun almost choked on his saliva hearing his son’s favourite food being the same as his

“Okay mommy” Yuno mumbled, looking over at Jaehyun who still offered his hand and slowly grabbed it

“I promise that I’ll keep him safe” Jaehyun mentioned, standing back up, softly holding his son’s hand

“On scratch on his body or any drop of blood, I will end you, Jeong” you threatened, kissing your son’s cheek as he kissed yours before letting Jaehyun take your son to daycare

Jaehyun’s POV

On the way down to my car, Yuno didn’t say a word and even when we were in the elevator, out of (y/n) and Johnny’s sight, Yuno let go of my hand which confused me.

“Lil peach…” I let out but Yuno’s reply shocked me. “Yuno. That’s my name. Not lil peach. Only mommy gets to call me other names”

“Okay, Yuno. Can you tell me why you let go of my hand?” I asked as the elevator opened to the car park and I directed him to my car

“Because even though mommy says you’re my daddy, you’re not” Yuno mentioned, getting into the car without my help

After closing the door to Yuno’s side, I went into mine and saw that he already put his seatbelt on his own. “Damn, this kid is too smart for a 5-year-old,” I thought to myself as I drove off

“Why would you say that I’m not your daddy?” I asked

“Because you hurt mommy. You made mommy cry” Yuno mentioned. “You might be my daddy but if you hurt mommy, you’re not my daddy. Wait until I grow up and I will be the only guy that mommy needs”

“You should know that without me, you wouldn’t exist. You can try all you want but I will win your mom back and then let’s see who the guy will come out on top” I scoffed, disbelieved at my own son’s words to me

“You can try but you’re no one to mommy. You’re not related by blood unlike me. You don’t know mommy like I do. You don’t know how hard mommy tries to be strong to take care of me. You don’t know that mommy likes to talk about you. You don’t know that mommy talks nice things about you but to me, you still hurt mommy. Especially when you came back” Yuno mentioned, making me grip the steering wheel harder

“H-Has your mommy been seeing someone else? Another guy?” I asked, being selfish and hoping that (y/n) hadn’t seen anyone else

“No. Though lots of guys have been trying to talk to her but when I ask mommy, she always mentions you” Yuno admitted, making me sigh with relief

“I won’t leave you both again. Especially your mom. I love her so much that I want to come back and take care of her. And you” I mentioned, parking by the daycare, looking at Yuno

“Why are you looking at me?” Yuno asked

“Because I need your help” I mentioned

Your apartment - Your POV

After Jaehyun left with Yuno, Johnny wanted to immediately talk but I told him that I wanted to grab several things from my previous apartment. Johnny agreed and he drove us to my old apartment.

“What actually happened since you found out that we were involved in an accident?” Johnny asked, his voice sounded nervous as we walked into my apartment

“Lots of things happened, John. I almost lost Yuno. I had to sell our old house to have enough money to live for a year or so since both of your accounts sacred and I only had the joint account with Jaehyun but even that, somehow, the account was frozen so after Yuno turned 1, I had to look for a job since I didn’t want to burden Jaehyun’s parents who were both already at old age” I explained, recalling one of the most traumatic moments in my life

“I’m sorry sis. We both are, really” Johnny let out

“I was lucky Jaehyun’s parents were still around. We were all sad at what happened to both of you. Did Jaehyun ever go back to his parents?” I asked but Johnny shook his head

“He was scared. We both were. When Taeyong and the others couldn’t find us, they froze our accounts, everything linked to us. Of course not your or his parents’ personal accounts. That’s how your joint account was frozen” Johnny explained

“What could have possibly scared the two of you more than me and Jaehyun’s parents getting angry at both of you?” I questioned, about to blow a fuse at my confusing brother for his reasoning but Johnny sushed me

“What is it now, John…”I let out but we both hear unfamiliar voices

“I thought you said that you saw that clueless bitch and somehow alived brother walking past here just now” an unknown man stated, making you worry and looked at Johnny who looked pissed

“(y/n), go into your room” Johnny looked at me, his hand was by his waist and I could see him holding a gun. “Now”

I didn’t need to be told twice and rushed to my room, locking it and as I was about to get under my bed, I heard a loud gunshot followed by several grunts. Not wanting to listen to all the noise outside, I decided to call the only other person that could manage to calm me down.

“Hello? (Y/N)” Jaehyun’s voice was a bit taken aback that I called him

“Jae…” I let out

“Where are you? Where’s Johnny? What happened?” Jaehyun asked, his voice was worried

“I’m at my old apartment. Johnny…” I was about to reply but heard another gunshot. “Johnny’s outside, there are some people that I don’t know of”

“Dimple…I’m sorry that you have to go through this two days in a row but one things for sure, we won’t let you be alone anymore. Talk to me dimple, tell me how you’re feeling” Jaehyun replied

“How are you so calm? What if something happens to Johnny and…I can’t lose either one of you again” you replied back

“It’s part of our job, dimple and you’re not going to lose either one of us again. What happened 5 years ago is a one time only. It won’t happen again. Me and Johnny will make sure of it” Jaehyun ensured me

“How’s Yuno? Did he cause any problems for you?” I asked, trying to get my mind off what was happening outside

“No problems at all. He just told me some things, that’s all. You really taught him well, didn’t you. He even stood up against his own father for his mom” Jaehyun joked

“That’s because he didn’t know you like I did” I replied

“And how did you know me, hmm?” Jaehyun teased, making me roll my eyes

Luckily, before I have to reply him, I heard Johnny called out to me. “(y/n)? Are you alright in there?”

“Johnny’s calling. I’ll um talk to you later then Jae. Don’t forget about Yuno” I told him but heard giggling. “Don’t worry about him. Go, Johnny’s going to get worried”

Turning off the call, I opened the door and saw Johnny who looked a bit tired but relieved. Immediately, I hugged him as he hugged back. “I’m okay, don’t worry about me. You’re okay, right?”

“I’m okay. W-what happened out there?” I asked but Johnny shook his head

“Nothing you should worry about. Come on. I’ll help you grab the things you need and we can head back” Johnny mentioned

It didn’t take long to take almost all the things because apparently, Johnny had called some of his friends to come and help us bring some of mine and Yuno’s things back to the penthouse.

Arriving back at the penthouse, Johnny and his friends helped me unpack some of my things and during the tidying up, we heard a ring to the door and Johnny opened it to let Jaehyun and Yuno in. Yuno immediately went up to me and I hugged him.

“Did you have a good day today?” I asked as Yuno nodded and took something out of his backpack, which was a drawing

“My teacher told us to draw something that makes us happy and I draw you being happy even if it’s with daddy and uncle” Yuno mentioned and I looked at the drawing he did

It was a simple kids drawing but knowing our history, it meant a lot that Yuno somehow is slowly accepting both Jaehyun and Johnny in his life even though they have been absent in both our lives for the past 5 years.

Sometime during the rest of the day, you and Jaehyun decided to cook together and after dinner, the two of you were doing the dishes together; reminiscing the times you both were in college and cooking in the small tiny dorms whilst Johnny and Yuno were getting to know each other.

“How did you manage to get Yuno to talk to you and actually like you?” you asked, waiting for the water to boil as Jaehyun was leaning on the counter after washing some of the dishes

“I wouldn’t say that he has completely accepted me but we managed to talk. He’s very smart for a 5-year-old” Jaehyun mentioned

“I know. I worry about him. I don’t want him to mature quickly just because of the situation. I want him to have a normal childhood where he’s loved and can have fun for as long as he can” you mentioned, looking over at Yuno who was actually having fun with Johnny

“(Y/N)” Jaehyun called out to me, making me look at him as he grabbed my hands in his; an act that he always did whenever he wanted to talk about something serious

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for both of you the past 5 years. I’m sorry I was a coward for not going back to both of you sooner and I’m sorry that I can’t turn back time to change all that because I know I would do anything to go back and be with the both of you. Especially you. I should’ve been there to take care of you. I should’ve been there to protect you. I should’ve been there to feel the pain you’ve felt because it was nothing compared to mine” Jaehyun mentioned, kissing the top of your hands, another habit that he likes to do to calm your nerves

“Jae…” you breathed out but Jaehyun didn’t let you continue. “Would you allow me and Johnny back? I know that it’s going to take a lot more to make up for the times we’ve lost but I’m willing to do anything for the both of you and…”

Kiss This time, you were the one that didn’t let Jaehyun continue and landed a soft kiss on his cheek, whilst caressing his jawline with one of your hands.

“You know that I hate all the bullshit talk. You might as well show me how sorry you are” you challenged Jaehyun who felt a sense of relief wash over him

But before you and Jaehyun could continue anything, both Johnny and Yuno came up to both of you. “Umm, sorry to disturb but I’m gonna take the lil guy back to my place” Johnny mentioned and Jaehyun was internally screaming thank you because he finally got to have some alone time with you after 5 years

“Do you need anything or any snacks bub?” you asked your son who just shook his head

“I’m okay, mommy. I wanna play some games with uncle Johnny!” Yuno exclaimed, making you giggle

“Alright. But don’t stay up too late. Go grab your pyjamas and backpack. Johnny, I trust you won’t be irresponsible. He has school tomorrow” you mentioned, looking up at your brother who just shrugged whilst your son rushed to his room

“I won’t. But I’m not so sure about you both so that’s why I’m offering to take care of the lil guy while you both sort things out together” Johnny snickered making you smack his arm while your son comes back, already wearing his backpack

“Bye mommy!!” your son greeted you as you went down to his height and he kissed you on your cheeks

“You behave alright. Don’t trouble uncle Johnny” you reminded as he smiled

“I promise don’t worry” your son replied and he went towards Jaehyun who also kneeled to his height. “Don’t make mommy cry!”

“I won’t lil peach. If she cries it’s because of a movie or something else” Jaehyun mentioned, making you smack his head. “You see. Your mom will kill me before I hurt her anyways”

Shaking his head, your son went over back to you and hugged you before going to grab Johnny’s hands, the two bidding both of you and Jaehyun goodbye.

“I should really get you and him to have more father and son outings before he really rebels against you” you mumbled while Jaehyun went behind you, snaking his arms around your waist, letting his head rest on the crook of your neck, giving it light kisses

“It’s alright. You’ve taught him well enough. He’s looking out for his mom anyways” Jaehyun murmured, sucking on your skin, making you moan as you let your head fall back

“I’ll teach him more though. If you’ll let me. I know that you’re worried but I’m more worried if something were to happen to both of you and I wasn’t around” Jaehyun sighed but you turned around, your hands wrapped around his neck

“I trust you Jae. You maybe a dick for leaving us for 5 years but you promise to make up for it. Then do it. Make up for your lost time with us. Treat us how you’re supposed to treat us those psat 5 years” you challenged him again

Without warning, Jaehyun lifted you up, forcing your legs to wrapped around his waist as he turned you around, making your back hit the wall as he captured your lips to his; one of his hand cupped your jaw, deepening the kiss between you.

When the two of you pull away and looked at each other, the two of you giggle just like when you were in college, sneaking around to make out with each other.

“Shall we continue it here or do you want the bed?” Jaehyun asked but you kissed him instead

“Anywhere Jeong. Just proof to me that you’re not leaving us again. I can’t deal with another loss” you cried but Jaehyun quickly shushed you

“You won’t. I’m promise. I came back for both of you and I’m staying for both of you. I’m sorry, dimple. I’ve missed you too. I’ve missed you so fucking much” Jaehyun kissed your temple, each of your eyes, the tip of your nose and then your lips

Each kiss makes you bring him closer to you as you cried on his chest while he cradles your body. “It’s okay. Let it out” Jaehyun knows that he can make up for all the intimate and sexual needs later and what’s important is to make sure is to tend your needs. Whatever you want or need, Jaehyun will do it.

When you finally relaxed in Jaehyun’s arms, you looked at him again with glossy eyes but to Jaehyun, you’re just as adorable as he remembers. Smiling and flashing his dimples, Jaehyun leaned down to give a softer kiss to your lips but you were the one that craved more.

“Someone’s eager. Bed?” Jaehyun asked but all you could do was nod

Immediately, Jaehyun carried you bridal style just as he did the night of your wedding when Jaehyun carried you to your bedroom.

Because of your motherly sense, you woke up earlier than you would have liked and went to the kitchen, slowly removing Jaehyun’s big arms. When you got to kitchen to make breakfast and check your phone, Johnny already texted you that he already took your son to kindergarten and told you to just rest.

Johnny: I took the kid to kindergarten already. We got some breakfast sandwich along the way and I’m gonna wait for him. You have fun with Jae ;)

You smile as you read the text, not realising that Jaehyun was eyeing you from the corner until you turned to see him leaning towards the wall with only his sweatpants, his chest was still bare from last night’s activities.

“Geezus. Can’t you at least knock. You’re going to make me have a heart attack” you exclaimed, making Jaehyun chuckle as he went next to you, kissing the side of your temple before backhugging you as you attempt to make breakfast

“I wouldn’t dream of it” Jaehyun murmured

The two of you just enjoyed each other’s company whilst making breakfast together until Jaehyun asked you a question that he wanted to ask. “Dimple” Jaehyun called out, making you look at him

“Why didn’t you get mad at me? Why didn’t you make me suffer more and longer? I deserved it you know. 5 years is a long time and not to mention for 9 months you were pregnant and had to raise Yuno on your own with my parents for the next few years. You could’ve made me beg for the next 5 years but you didn’t, why?” Jaehyun asked, making you blink a few times before going to stand in front of him, cupping his jaw in your small hands

“I’m disappointed. Not angry. There’s a difference. I’m still disappointed in you and Johnny but I know that there’s no point in staying angry for too long. Yes, I still don’t fully understand the world you guys are in but I know that it’s not easy at all and you both tried your best to take care of me and Yuno however you can. Let me ask you back. When Yuno turned 3 and I received an email from the bank that our joint account was not frozen anymore, it was you, wasn’t it? When I was struggling to pay the bills and suddenly the landlord said it was all cleared for the next year, it was you, right? When Yuno was sick and there was medicine in the mail, it was from you, wsn’t it?” you asked, and Jaehyun held your hand, rubbing it

“I was a coward. I helped you but I didn’t have the strength to face you. You should hate me” Jaehyun mentioned

“But I don’t because I know that when it comes to family, you would never forget us no matter what. I’m still hurt and need reassurance but I want us to be a family again. Only if you promise to be better” you replied and Jaehyun immediately kisses you

Pulling away for a moment, Jaehyun caresses your face and lets his forehead rest on yours as both your noses touch each other. “I fucking love you, you know that? I promise I’ll be better for you and Yuno. I’m officially back for both of you”

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“Okay,” the child breathes, calming down. 

“You sure you don’t want me to read you something?” Buck offers. 

“Not a book,” the child replies.

“Okay, not a book. Uh… What about an article?” 

Is Buck serious? An article? Is the kid really that eager to listen to Buck talk?

“Okay,” the child agrees. 

Wow. Guess so.

“Alright,” Buck says. Eddie hears him shift around, presumably pulling his phone from his pocket. “Okay, you just relax, and I’ll get reading.”

“Okay.”

Buck clears his throat and starts reading. 

“The extraordinary reason why scientists are collecting sea turtle tears. Researchers are hoping they may unlock one of animal biology’s greatest mysteries.”

This is so predictably the sort of article Buck would just have ready to go on his phone browser. Eddie didn’t even know sea turtles could cry. 

“Sea turtles can cry?” The child asks through a yawn.

“Apparently,” Buck says. “Close your eyes, bud. I’ll tell you more about it.”

“Okay.”

“Each year, in late spring and early summer, female sea turtles will crawl out of the ocean under moonlight to lay their eggs in the sand, often returning to the same beach on which they were born many years earlier…”

Eddie finds himself sitting down on the floor of the hallway, leaning against the door, and closing his eyes, listening to Buck’s steady voice read the article. 

▪️▪️▪️

When Buck stops reading, Eddie stands and peeks into the bedroom. What he sees sort of makes his chest hurt.

The child is passed out. He seems to have had no trouble falling asleep at all. He’s laying on his side, not on his back the way Eddie always has and always does sleep. He’s curled into Buck, holding onto him like a big pillow. Buck has an arm wrapped around him protectively, like a larger bird taking a chick under its wing. 

The kid looks so… Safe. 

Something twists in Eddie’s stomach like a snake. 

Buck’s eyes rise to meet Eddie’s. His expression is entirely unassuming, like this is all normal. But when he sees Eddie’s face, his brows furrow. Concern washes over his face.

Eddie can’t do this.

He turns and strides away, down the hallway, into the living room. It hurts to breathe. It physically hurts to breathe right now. He can feel a panic attack coming, fast and hard, like a blow to the stomach.

“Eddie?” Buck follows him, sort of whisper-shouting. He obviously doesn’t want to wake the kid. “Eddie, what’s going on?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Eddie says, voice tight. He won’t look Buck in the eye. 

“Come on,” Buck presses. “Eddie.” 

“I said I don’t want to talk to you about it.”

“To me?” Buck’s face twitches. “Eddie, are you seriously mad at me right now? For what? Tucking that kid in and making him feel safe?”

“I’m not mad.” 

“You look mad,” Buck accuses. “I don’t get why you’re so upset any time I offer him any sort of comfort! What am I supposed to do? He’s you, but helpless!” 

“I’m not mad!” Eddie insists. “Jesus, do you think I’m evil or something?”

Buck gives him a deadpan, unimpressed look. “Yes, Eddie. I think you’re evil.” 

Eddie huffs. “Okay, that’s not fair. But… But it’s not like I want you to be mean to him. I don’t want that.”

“Then what?” Buck asks.

“It hurts,” Eddie admits. “It hurts, Buck. I… I’ve never…”

Eddie trails off, taking in a big shuddering breath. 

Buck’s face morphs with understanding. 

“You never got that?” He guesses.

“This is pathetic,” Eddie says. “I’m… I’m being pathetic.”

“You’re not,” Buck shakes his head. “Just… Just tell me.”

Eddie takes another deep breath. 

“He showed up wearing the shirt I was wearing the day I crashed my dad’s truck,” Eddie says. 

Buck frowns. “What? Why would you crash a truck at that age?”

“Because I was trying to drive my mother to the hospital,” Eddie says. “She was in labor with Adriana. I had to figure it out, so…”

“So you thought you could drive her? At eight?”

“I know, it’s stupid,” Eddie says. “Believe me, that was made very clear.”

“I don’t think it was stupid,” Buck says. “I-I think it’s sad. That’s so much pressure on a little kid.”

Eddie swallows. “Yeah, it was.”

“You can’t really expect a child to know how to handle a medical emergency,” Buck says. 

Part of his brain, the logical part, knows that’s right. Another part rallies against letting himself off the hook.

“Chris did,” Eddie argues.

“What?” Buck asks. “When has Chris ever had to get a pregnant person to the hospital?”

“Not that,” Eddie says. “When Abuela broke her hip. He knew to call 9-1-1 for help. He didn’t make it worse.”

“Ah, right. That,” Buck says. “Remind me, who was raising Christopher all by himself at that point?”

Oh, are they really doing this?

“Buck…”

“Nope,” Buck shakes his head. “Wasn’t me. Guess again.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Me.”

“Very good! You. You taught him to call 9-1-1 in an emergency,” Buck says. “If your parents failed to do that, it is not your fault.”

“I’m sure they did,” Eddie mumbles. “Or school, maybe…”

“It is not your fault that you felt responsible for that situation,” Buck says. “I-I mean, you didn’t feel that way for no reason, right?”

Eddie sighs. “I know. I know that. Frank and I have been through it.”

“So don’t act like Christopher was the perfect child and you were some… Some demon.” 

Eddie gives him a look. 

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THE DRAGON OF THE NORTH

Chapter 1: A New Life

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(a/n) hello! I decided to restart my “Ice and Fire” fanfaction because I have so much more ideas for a better story :) even though it’s discontinued, if you would like to check it out here’s the masterlist! I hope you guys will enjoy this one 🤍 I’m working on the masterlist for this series right now!

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°❆⋆Bran Stark x Targaryen OC .ೃ࿔*:･ CW: fem!oc, betrothal (forced marriage), topics of abuse and racism, angst, a lot of fluff, smut (I’ll try lol), and murder.꙳·❅°*˖ Rating: Mature audiences - The mature moments will happen later on. In the beginning, it will mostly just be cute fluff.⋆⁺₊❅.

Why must the gods be so cruel to me? What could I have possibly done to deserve this life? To be sold off like a slave by my own flesh and blood…I’ll never forgive Viserys. Without Dany, I am alone. Without love. I want to go home. But…where do I belong? The summer isles? No, that can’t be my true home, I never had the chance to live there. Do I belong anywhere?

Daughter of the mad king’s younger brother. Rhaella never knew her mother. She died after giving birth in the Summer Isles, killed by assassins under the command of the new king, Robert Baratheon. When he found out Rhaella’s mother was pregnant, he wanted both of them dead. Rhaella was smuggled out of the isles and sent to her cousins, the last Targaryens.

“I know you’re upset,” Lord Eddard Stark said, placing his hand on top of hers.“But please, believe me when I say this. I will never let anyone harm you. You are under my protection now.”

Rhaella gave him a weak smile back. Rhaella, the same name as the Mad King’s sister and wife. Daenerys gave her the name. Viserys despised the idea of his mother’s name given to the likes of a foreign girl. Even though she was still a Targaryen, he only considered her half and not pure. She took after her mother, with more summer isle features. Her skin wasn’t pale, instead, a light amber and tan that would get even darker in the sun. She had long silver curly hair, unlike her cousins who had straight silver blonde hair. The thing Rhaella hated the most was her eyes. Instead of being a pretty violet color, she had dark purple eyes that almost looked black.

Rhaella looked away from the carriage window to make eye contact with Lord Stark, “My Lord?” She asked, “Why did you accept my cousin’s offer to take me?”

“Well, you see,” he explained, “The rebellion caused great loss for everyone. So many people, loved ones, dead. Especially your family, unfortunately. I’ll never forgive him for his order of murder. When the king found out 3 Targaryens were still out in the world, he wanted you all dead. I wanted to prove to him that even though Areys was mad, that doesn’t mean you all don’t deserve to live. By taking you in and marrying one of my sons, we can show him that you are not our enemies. It took him a while to be fully convinced, but he agreed to let you live.”

”But, my eldest cousin,” Rhaella said. “He…he wants to take the seven kingdoms. I’m not sure how, but that is his plan.”

”I highly doubt he is a true threat,” Lord Stark said.

”you’re right,” she admitted. “He can be a big coward at times.”

That comment made him chuckle.

He has a nice smile, very warm and welcoming. Even though he did come off as cold before.

“Will I have to marry now?” Rhaella asked.

“Oh gods no!” He chuckled, “you are far too young, my son as well.”

“Will he like me?”

“I believe so, you have nothing to worry about. Bran is a good kid. He will treat you right.”

Once they made it through the gates, the carriage stopped. Lord Stark exited first so he could get the door for Rhaella. He gently held her hand as she took her steps down. Once Rhaella looked up from the steps, she saw the Stark family before her. Not letting go of her hand, Lord Stark approached his family to introduce their special guest.

“This is Rhaella Targaryen. As you all know, she will be with us now. Treat her as you would treat each other. If anyone disrespects her, let me know.”

They all nodded. A very handsome older boy approached her, “Hello, my lady, I am Robb,” he told her, “I hope you enjoy Winterfell and welcome!” Before walking away, he kissed her hand. That made Rhaella blush, “T-Thank you.” He had blue eyes and dark auburn hair. It was so dark you could barely tell if it was red. He had to have been the most beautiful boy she’d ever seen.

An older girl walked up to her gracefully, “Hello,” she smiled, “my name is Sansa. I hope we can grow to be like sisters! Maybe even brush each other’s hair, make dresses together, and so much more!” Rhaella gave a slight smile back, “I would love that!” Then a girl, who looked not too older than her, approached saying, “My name is Arya! Don’t worry, we don’t have to do girly stuff together. There are other ways to have fun!”

Then, she met Rickon, the youngest in the family, and their mother Lady Stark. “Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed, “aren't you just a lovely thing? Such a beauty.” Rhaella blushed at the compliment, thanking her.

She must be lying to me. I mean, just look at me! The journey to Westeros was so long that hair became wild and poofy.

”You must be frightened,” Lady Stark said. “Trust me, I never favored the cold myself. I still don’t, but you grow to appreciate it.”

Rhaella couldn’t keep her eyes off Lady Catelyn Stark’s features. Like Robb and Sansa, she had long auburn hair and pretty blue eyes. Her gown was also blue, making her eyes stand out even more.

“Where is Bran?” Lord Stark asked his wife.

“I told that boy to stop climbing,” she explained. “Brandon!”

“Sorry mother!” A voice yelled from above, “I’m coming down!”

When Rhaella looked up, she examined him. He looked to be the same age as her. He had dark brown hair and eyes with freckles on his face. He approached her and bowed, “Welcome to Winterfell, I hope you will take a liking to it.” “Thank you,” she replied.

The atmosphere quickly grew awkward. The two children didn’t know what to say to each other.

Lady Stark took Rhaella’s hand, “You must be exhausted, here, come with me.” She guided Rhaella to her bed chamber and had the handmaidens start a bath. After the bath, she laid on her bed for a quick nap.

After waking up, the handmaidens helped her get into a gown for dinner. The dress was purple with roses embroidered across the neckline. Then, they helped her with her hair. They clearly did not know what they were doing. They aren’t used to doing curly hair like Rhaella’s, but they managed to make something of it. They brushed out her curls, putting them in a half-up-half-down style. The ponytail was braided and put into a bun. After the handmaidens left the room, she looked at herself in the mirror.

I don’t even look like myself anymore.

Tears began to fill her eyes, I just want to go home.

She bolted out of the room, not knowing where she was going. She ran outside the big castle but didn’t dare to leave outside the castle walls. She eventually found an area that stood out to her. The whole vibe was strange as if something or someone was watching her. It was nothing but an old forest with no snow. In the middle of it, was a pool and a tree. A tree she’d never seen before. The huge tree was white with red leaves and a face carved into it. She stared deeply into the tree’s eyes for a while.

Is it staring back at me?

She snapped out of it, shaking her head, and climbed up the tree to sit on a huge branch.

Without Daenerys, I am lost. She didn’t know how long she’d been crying in the tree for, but she didn’t care. Winterfell wasn’t her home.

“Rhaella?” She heard a voice ask.

When she looked up, she saw Bran with a concerned look on his face, “w-why are you crying?”

She wiped her tears. “Sorry, I just miss my sister…how did you know I’d be here?”

“I like to go to the godswood, and climb up this tree,” he said. “Whenever I like to be alone and think. I’m sorry you had to leave your sister.”

“Well, she isn’t my sister, not really,” she admitted, wiping her face. “We are actually cousins. We just call each other sisters.”

He sat next to her, “my family was worried about you. They thought you might have ran away.” He nervously chuckled. “I…I know that we are to be married one day. The idea of marriage scares me.”

She doesn’t respond, only looking down at her hands as she fidgets with them. “I have something for you,” Bran showed her a beautiful blue flower. “That was the reason I was climbing.” He told her. “I wanted to give you something as a gift. I was going to give it to you at the dinner table but here. If I hurt your feelings not being there to greet you, I’m so sorry.” Rhaella took the flower and sniffed it.

“It’s called the winter rose,” he continued. “A rare flower that can grow around the castle.”

“It’s so beautiful,” she smiled. “Thank you.”

”You know, just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean we have to be in love right now or anything,” he said. “Let’s just be friends!”

”Yeah I’d like that!” She said.

”And just so you know,” he whispered. “I liked your hair better before. Your curly hair is much better.”

She laughed, “You and me both.”

”You’re laughing!”

”So?”

”This is your first time laughing here,” he said. “You have a nice smile.”

”Thanks, Bran,” she said. “You know, my eldest cousin ,Viserys, told me and Dany that you guys were evil monsters. But, you guys aren’t monstrous at all!”

Before Bran could respond, they both hear a voice from down below calling for Bran. An older boy who looked the same age as Robb. He was very handsome with black curls and dark eyes. “I found her Jon!” Bran shouted.

”Well, what are you sitting around for? They are all waiting for you two!” The two of them climbed down from the tree and walked with Jon.

“Forgive me, my name is Jon Snow,” he told Rhaella. “Welcome to Winterfell.”

”I never heard of the last name ‘snow’ before,” she confessed.

Bran began to explain, ”That last name actually means he’s a…well—”

”Bastard.” Jon said. His voice was cold and somber.

”I don’t know what that means,” Rhaella said. “But Viserys called me that sometimes, I assumed as an insult.”

”It means that my father, Lord Stark, had me with another woman. I wanted to meet you when you arrived, but Lady Stark thought it would be disrespectful.”

Rhaella couldn’t help but feel awful for him. There was something about Jon Snow that made him stand out. As if they had a connection. She wondered if Jon felt it too.

“You said that Viserys called us evil,” Bran said. “Then why did he want to send you away to us?”

“He hates me,” she answered. “He saw you guys as an opportunity to get rid of me…”

Once they all made it to the dining hall, all eyes were on Rhaella and Bran. “Well, aren’t you just beautiful?” Catelyn smiled. “Please, have a seat.” Bran escorted her to her chair and went back to his. Before Jon could leave the Hall, Rhaella asked, “Can Jon eat with us please?”

”Ah, I see you met him while you were gone,” Lord Stark said, amused. “Would him eating with us please you?”

Rhaella looked over at Jon, whose eyes lightened up. She looked back at Lord Stark and gave a nod. He looked over at Lady Stark, “What do you say?”

She looked into Rhaella’s sparkling eyes and sighed, “Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…”

Rhaella gave a big smile. Jon pulled a chair next to her whispering, “Thank you Rhaella.”

“I hope you like the dress,” Sansa said. “I made it myself! I wanted to test my embroidery skills and decided to make you one!”

“It’s beautiful,” Rhaella told her. “You should teach me!” Sansa nodded gleefully.

“You know, we all thought you ran off and escaped!” Arya laughed.

“I…I didn’t mean any trouble or offense, I apologize.” Rhaella announced, standing up from her chair and bowing her head. “It was rude of me.”

“No,” Lord Stark said. “You have every right to feel the way you do. Your life changed right before your eyes. But please, believe me when I say this, we are here for you.”

“Aye.” Robb agreed. “If you are having trouble with anyone or anything let us know.” She thanked the both of them for their kindness.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was it like outside of Westeros?” Catelyn asked.

Rhaella told them everything. Even about the abuse Viserys had done to her. He always yelled at her for the littlest things. The worst thing he ever did was sneak into her bedchamber with a knife. He threatened to cut out her insides if she didn’t cooperate with his plan to send her to the North.

They all had concerned looks on their faces. The abuse never got to her until explaining it out loud. She really did have it rough.

“That doesn’t matter anymore.” Arya said. “You are with us now!”

“Safe and sound,” Sansa added.

Rhaella didn’t realize she was smiling.

”So, Rhaella…you said you were from the Summer Isles right?” Theon asked.

“Yes, why you ask?”

He smirked at Robb before asking, “I heard the women there are quite breathtakingly beautiful?” She could have sworn she heard him whisper “and have nice bodies.”

”Well, I’ve never actually stayed there, I had to flee because of the King,” she explained. “But from the books I’ve read and from what I heard from some servants in Pentos, yes, the women there are quite beautiful.”

”I also heard that they have a passion for love making,” he said. “Maybe I gotta visit there sometime-.”

”Theon!” Lady Stark snapped. “Don’t be disrespectful-.”

”Oh that’s okay!” Rhaella reassured her. “You’re right, Theon! They do have a passion for it. If I were to stay in the Isles, I would have been a prostitute myself!”

Sansa and Lady Stark almost choked on their food, as Robb, Theon, and Jon bursted out laughing at the table. She didn’t understand what was so funny, but she laughed along with them.

”What’s a prostitute?” Rickon asked, innocently. That made the boys start crying from laughter. Theon even fell out of his chair.

”Y-You’ll know when you’re older!” Lady Stark said.

”You’ll fit in with us just fine, child,” Lord Stark said. “Welcome to the family!”

°❀⋆Daenerys.ೃ࿔*:･

Daenerys never felt more lonely. She missed Rhaella, her real family. She’d never forgive her brother for what he did.

“Daenerys!” Viserys shouted.

He entered her bed chamber, “do not tell me you’re still upset about that savage.”

She felt rage enter her body as he said those words. “She is not a savage, she’s my sister,” she replied softly. “And I don’t understand why you sent her to our enemies.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” he said. “We both know that’s not true. She’s our cousin. Daughter of our uncle and whatever foreign whore he married. She’s not a pure Targaryen like us, Dany. And she never will be. I gave her away because we need allies, even if they are enemies. The Starks are a strong house, and I knew that Lord Stark would gladly take her in. The fool won’t even know of my plans to destroy him and his dear friend Robert.”

Daenerys always considered Rhaella her sister, even if it wasn’t true. They spent all of their time together, never leaving one’s side. It felt like it was yesterday, the day Rhaella arrived in Braavos as a baby. Viserys wanted nothing to do with her while Daenerys cherished her. She had no idea why Viserys was so upset about naming their cousin after their mother. It was only a name after all. She always thought it was much deeper than Rhaella being a “savage.” She never dared to ask him though.

“I have good news.” He announced. She examined his face, his grin looked devious. Truly it wasn’t good news. “I found you a husband,” he said. “His name is Khal Drogo, Magister Illyrio said. A Dothraki savage. When you two wed, I’ll have his army. We can finally go home, sweet sister.”

Home.

All she ever wanted was a home. A home with Rhaella, where they could finally be happy together. With her gone, Daenerys wasn’t sure if it would be home without her.

“And what about her?” She asked him.

“The savage?” He scoffed. “Those Starks have her now. I don’t care what they do to her. As long as we have our alliance with the North.”

Daenerys wanted to cry, but she stayed strong. I will meet her again, one day.

°❆⋆Bran ೃ࿔*:･

It had only been a couple of months, but for Bran, it felt like he had known Rhaella his whole life. Rhaella also grew close to his sisters but mostly Arya. The three of them were inseparable. Rhaella even taught them some of the Valyrian language. Some nights, the three of them would stay up and read history books about Targaryen history until they got caught by the Septa. For fun, they liked to go sledding and have snowball fights. The older Stark boys and Rickon joined them sometimes, but never Sansa. Ever since Rhaella arrived, Sansa and Arya fought less. It’s like wherever she went, she spread joy. That’s one of the traits Bran liked about her.

Now, everyone is preparing for the arrival of the King.

He overheard his father saying that the King was almost there. Bran felt sorry for Rhaella because she was so stressed out. “What will he do to me?” She asked. He always reassured her, “You are under our protection now, the King approved of you. Don’t worry about a thing.”

At that moment, it was time for Bran to practice his archery. He hasn’t been getting any better. He wanted to show his family he could hit the bull’s eye. First, only Robb was watching him. Then, came Jon and Rickon. Before he knew it, his parents came to watch as well.

“Keep practicing, Bran,” Lord Stark insisted. “Go on.”

Jon leaned in towards Bran, placing his hand on his shoulder, “Alright, father is watching.”

Jon looks over and sees Rhaella and Arya watching as well, “and her…” he whispered.

Bran took a deep gulp. He didn’t like to get teased about Rhaella. They only do it because we are to be married. We are just friends, good friends.

Bran nodded and started to aim his bow and arrow at his target.

“Relax your bow arm…” Robb commented.

Just before Bran could release the arrow, someone else’s hits the target and another shoots right through it.

All of the boys turned their heads to see Rhaella and Arya giggling. “Hey!” Bran yelled. The girls both curtseyed but quickly took off once they saw Bran chasing them. The kids kept on playing until their father took all of the boys to see an execution. Bran was finally old enough to see one.

“Are you scared?” Rhaella asked him as he was mounting his pony.

“I’m not sure.” He answered honestly.

But I can’t be afraid. My father told me I won’t be a boy forever. I’ll be a man-grown soon. I mustn’t be afraid. I need to be brave. Like Robb and Jon. Wolves are never afraid.

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[getmeoutofhell]

Ghostface killers texting with y/n part 2!!

This is for @randymeeksistheloml

Summary: basically leaving off from last chapter. Enjoy! 🤗 part 1: chat

Warnings: Ethan gets in a argument with Billy/cussing

Roman: what did I just come back to?

Y/n: don’t worry about it. It’s just them being weird as usual

Amber: Ethan’s such a L 😭😭

Y/n: imma add him back

Quinn: why? You like my brother or something 🤨

Y/n: what? No I just wanna add him back lol

Quinn: yeah sureeeee

*y/n adds Ethan back in the chat*

Amber: aww you added him back

Y/n: 😐

Ethan: why am I back in here?

Y/n: because I added you back lmao

Ethan: oh thank you y/n ❣️

Quinn: OH?!?! Now do you believe me y/n?? 🤨

Stu: 👀👀👀

Billy: maybe E won’t be a virgin sissy no more

Amber: LMAOOO

Y/n: replying to quinn: wdym?? He literally just said thanks. Y’all really getting on my nerves. Dead ass.

Y/n: replying to billy: bro wtf

Ethan: replying to billy: wtf are you talking about?? Stfu

Billy: little bro don’t start with me

Amber: fight fight fight!!

Quinn: lemme get the popcorn 🍿

Y/n: oh shit…

Ethan: replying to billy: no because your weird for saying that. You need to stfu

Mickey: holy shit what’s going on

Roman: right I just got out the shower and all I hear is my phone dinging

Quinn: @ Richie you need to see this

Richie: see what?

Richie: replying to billy: 😂😂😂

Billy: replying to Ethan: make me bitch boy

Stu: uh oh 😰

Ethan: piss off

Y/n: everyone chill out please.

Billy: No this virgin boy mad he gets no play. He ain’t gonna do shit

Billy: @ Ethan, ain’t this you?

Amber: LMFAOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Y/n: oh my fucking gosh…

Amber: BRO GOT CLAPPED 💀

Ethan: @ amber: bitch ain’t this you?

Y/n: 💀

Ethan: and billy bob, ain’t this you?

Quinn: BAHAHAHAH

Amber: replying to ethan: 🖕🏻

Amber: you just mad y/n doesn’t want you

Roman: hey can y’all stfu, imm tryna watch this movie and y’all keep interrupting

Mickey: this shit is so fucking funny

Billy: replying to Ethan: make sure to lock your windows tonight bitch boy

Billy: replying to Quinn: it’s not that damn funny

Quinn: yes it is

*ethan left the chat*

Billy: bitch

Stu: guys, why are we fighting?? 🥺

Billy: Stu shut the hell up

Stu: where’s Charlie??? He barley texts in here. Also billy stop being mean to me 😔

Jill replying to Roman: you can literally turn your phone notifications off dummy

Amber: where the hell you come from?

Roman: don’t start with me Jill. I’m not in the mood

Jill: replying to amber: I’ve just been enjoying reading y’all going back and forth

Quinn: weirdo.

Jill: what bitch?

Charlie: hey y’all…wtf has happened while I was gone?

Roman: a bunch clearly. Where have you been?? I was trying to call you all damn day charlie. It’s your turn to do the dishes

Charlie: chill I was with my friend. You know the one I went on a date with?

Stu: are you gonna tell us who it is yet?? 👀

Charlie: no

Billy: bro just tell us

Y/n: y’all he doesn’t have to if he don’t want to

Stu: why do you care y/n? Sus

Billy: no damn way you just said the word sus

Amber: anyways, where are we heading to next week?

Quinn replying to billy: lmaoo 😭

Y/n: were supposed to be going on a trip to Hawaii

Charlie: yeah

Roman: oh yeah the trip. I’m driving. Also please put Mickey in the damn back of the van.

Mickey: why do I have to be in the back

Roman: because you’re very aggravating sometimes and I can’t have that while I’m driving

Quinn: I’m so excited for the trip. Also who’s buying the snacks for the road???

Billy: make Ethan’s ass do it

Y/n: lol I’m buying snacks for the road

Richie: where am I sitting in the van? Don’t put me by Quinn. I still remember that piece of melted candy I had stuck on me all those years ago from her

Quinn: dramatic

Y/n: how about you guys come over and we can all watch a movie and order pizza? Just stop arguing about every damn thing

Billy: I’m not going around that virgin sissy

Stu: y/n can I got to the store with you when you get the snacks? 🤗

Y/n: ofc!! 😊

I hope you enjoyed this!! I plan on writing headcanons and maybe a whole fic about you and the group all on a road trip to Hawaii. Send in questions, I like them. 🤭