#I’m sorry to this stranger since I looked at him and started laughing 😅

[disasterbijamietartt]

I just passed a guy on the street with a black hoodie and “icon” on it in bold white letters, except above “icon” it said in smaller letters “Ibrahimović” and now I can’t help but picture Jamie’s unhinged reaction if Zava had shown up to training with a “Zava icon” hoodie 😂

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Since your request are open...😈

I have a few ideas if you like, I'm gonna drop them here and you decide which to use, or if you want to write both🥰😂

Like one is with Robin, if you feel like write for her. Basically the reader always goes to family video and obviously Robin has a huge crush on her, so Steve, being the great friend he is, decides to handle the situation and talks to the reader to set her and Robin up. Unfortunately Robin thinks the reader has a thing for Steve, but at the end she found the reader waiting for her when her shift is over (?)

The other idea is. A good Eddie x shy!Reader, where she's always at the library and he "happens" to be there as well and looks her way, until one day he finds you talking to Dustin so he immediately ask him about it.. sort of😅

Hope you're having a good day, hun🤘

I loved this so much!!! I am so sorry it took soooo long and that is not that long. I made it a drabble so I changed the name 😁 first time writing for Robin so, I hope you like it!! Warnings: none Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gif isn’t mine 😁

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Not Steve

“Okay, this is one of Robin’s favorite films” Steve said, grabbing Dr. Zhivago and handing it to you. “You can bring it to the counter, and I guarantee you, she’ll go on and on about it and-”

“This is a double VHS” you said, grabbing the movie. “This movie is so long it has two VHS, Steve! Like The Sound of Music! I don’t do double VHS, Harrington!”

“Yeah, I know” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “But it’s what she likes because it’s about doomed love.”

“Well, that’s inspiring” you said sarcastically. “Okay, fine” you gave in.

“Just be sure not to choke when you talk to her-”

“And just how am I supposed to do that, Steve? Every time she looks at me with her beautiful eyes I just completely forget how to talk and- oh my God! This is useless! I am too nervous to say hello!” you started rambling.

“Oh my God, you two are like meant for each other. Just go over there and talk to her!”

“And say what?”

“Hello? I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could hear me!”

“And then what?”

“I could die!”

“You are being ridiculous, did you know that?”

While you discussed with Steve, Robin stood at the counter, glancing at you two.

“You know, you can just… talk to her, right?” Nancy said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“For what? So she can tell me all about her big crush on Steve?”

“I honestly don’t think she has a crush on Steve” Nancy tried to convince her.

“How would you know?”

“I don’t think they’re each other’s type” she insisted, shrugging. “But you’ll never know if all you do is look at her and never talk to her” she told Robin.

“I’d rather keep my distance” she sighed, looking back at you as you laughed about something Steve had said.

“Well, if you keep doing that, how will she ever know that you have a crush on her-?”

“Shhh! For fuck’s sake, Nancy! Could you keep it down? She could hear you!”

“Are you two talking about Robin’s crush?” Eddie said, coming out of nowhere.

“Great! Munson knows? Did you tell him?”

“I would never!” Nancy said, offended.

“Please, give me some credit, Buckley, it’s not like you’re not completely obvious about it” he laughed.

“Eddie!”

“Wait, what? Is that true? Is it obvious? Do you think she knows?”

“Of course not-”

“She probably does” Eddie said at the same time, earning a slap on his arm from Nancy. “What? It’s not like it would be a bad thing! She likes Buckley too!”

“How do you know that?” Robin asked, seriously.

“I just do” he smiled at her.

“You’re overthinking this. Just go over there and talk to her!” Steve insisted.

“Oh, am I? Okay, if this is so easy for you, why don’t you just go there and talk to Eddie, huh?” you smirked when his cheeks blushed.

“It’s not the same thing” he muttered.

“It’s the exact same thing, Steve” you glared at him.

“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you what. You ask Robin, and I’ll ask Eddie” he smiled at you. You arched your eyebrow at him.

“You’re bluffing” you chuckled.

“I’m not” he insisted. “You ask Robin out, I’ll ask Eddie out” he stated.

“What if I end up asking Robin out and you don’t ask Eddie out?”

“I’ll pay for your first date with Robin” he told you. “Anywhere you want!”

“S-seriously?”

“Yeah” he nodded.

“Huh, why now?”

“W-what? What do you mean?”

“I have been coming here for weeks now. You have known of my crush on Robin for longer. I have been encouraging you to ask Eddie out for months and now all of the sudden-”

“Okay, fine!” Steve said, pulling you towards one of the furthest aisles, which didn’t go unnoticed by Robin. “This guy keeps coming in here and flirting with Eddie” he said, frustrated. “I don’t like it, okay?”

“Aw, are you jealous, Stevie?”

“Shut up” he glared at you but you noticed he was blushing. “Look, it might… help me knowing that we can either both strike out-”

“Love the vote of confidence-”

“Or finally go out with the people we’ve been wanting to for months!”

“That doesn’t even make sense! What if Eddie agrees to go out with you but Robin doesn’t want to go out with me?”

“What if it’s the other way around? Look, we both have the exact same thing to lose here so… what do you say?”

You turned around to look at Robin, who quickly looked away when you locked eyes with her, and you took a deep breath turning back to Steve.

“Okay, fine” you decided.

“Really?”

“Yes!” you said, getting anxious but excited at the same time. “I’m doing it! I’d rather know now than keep waiting for God knows how long” you explained.

“Okay!” Steve smiled. “We’re doing this!”

“Don’t leave me hanging, Harrington!” you asked, putting your pinky out. Steve laughed but linked his.

“We’re doing this!” he said before he pulled you in for a hug.

After a very long shift, Robin grabbed her things and said goodbye to Steve. She was making her way over to her bike but she dropped her bag when she saw you standing there. Talking to yourself.

“Hey, um-”

“Ah!” you jumped a little when Robin tried to talk to you. And then, you felt even more anxious when you saw she was there. “Robin? Robin!” you laughed. “Hi!”

“Um… hey” she chuckled. “Are you okay?”

“M-me? Yes! I’m fine” you chuckled, nervously. “Uh I mean, I think I’m fine. I’m just trying to convince myself that what I’m about to do is a good idea, you know? Because it is. Unless it ends up blowing up in my face, then it will just be humiliating, right?”

“I… guess?” Robin said, a bit confused. “Um… if you’re waiting for Steve, his shift doesn’t end for another hour-”

“S-Steve?” you frowned.

“Yeah, isn’t he who you’re here to see?”

“No!” you blurted out a little too quickly. “I uh- I’m not here to see Steve, why would I be here to see Steve?”

“Um… because you have for the past few weeks?” Robin laughed, still confused.

“No, I haven't!” you frowned. “W-wait, do you think I’m only going to Family Video just to see Steve?”

“Well, you wouldn’t be the only girl in Hawkins that does” she said, sounding a bit annoyed.

“I don’t come in to see Steve” you said defensively.

“Really? I mean, you don’t have to lie about it” she laughed. “Sometimes you come in like three times a day” she pointed out.

“You count how many times I come in?” you asked, feeling your heart flutter.

“I uh- I d-don’t” she stuttered, but you noticed a hint of blush on her cheeks.

“Robin, I don’t…” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t come into Family Video that much” you laughed. “I m-mean, I do! B-but um- it’s not to see Steve” you insisted.

“Really?” she asked, still not believing you. “So, I’m supposed to think that you just like movies that much?”

“I could?” you tried. “Okay, n-no. Nobody does” you admitted. “B-but I did come in t-to see someone-”

“Eddie?”

“What no! Gross, he’s like my brother!”

“Well, they are the only two that have been working with me whenever you come in-!”

“Exactly! Who’s the third person?!”

“There is no third person it’s just them and…” you saw her face change when she finally realized it. “M-me” she finished. “Is it me? You’re coming in to s-see m-me?” she asked, still not wanting to believe it. You nodded, looking away, feeling the ounce of confidence you had leaving your body. “B-but you never even talk to me!”

“Yes, I do!” you argued. “I talked to you today when I rented the Dr. Chicago movie!”

“It’s Zhivago” she laughed adorably.

“That’s what I said” you insisted. “L-look, I’m sorry, I know I haven’t talked to you that much. I just… I was trying to get the courage to talk to you. S-so I asked Steve what some of your favorite movies were so I could talk to you about them, but I always got too nervous because you always looked too pretty, and then Steve convinced me that I finally asked you today he will ask Eddie so-”

“Wait, Steve is asking Eddie out? Finally? My nightmare of them eye-fucking each other is finally over?” she smiled. “Wait? Did you say I was pretty? And what do you mean you had to finally ask me-?”

You took a deep breath and left out a frustrated grunt that Robin actually found cute. “I have been trying to ask you out” you muttered, looking away from her.

“Y-you what?”

“You don’t have to say anything. And if you hate me I completely get it, I just- Steve said… I don’t know! I thought-”

“I don’t hate you” she said, making you look back at her. “I thought… I thought you liked Steve” she shrugged.

“I don’t” you smiled, nervously. “N-not that way. Not the way that I like you. Um, I mean, I l-like you a lot. Like more than a friend. Like, um, I would like to ask you out on a date b-but I totally get it if you don’t-”

“I’d like to go on a date with you” Robin said, smiling and getting closer to you.

“Y-you would?” you asked, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, I would. I really would” she smiled. “Um, for what is worth” she said, stepping even closer. “I d-did count the times you came in” she said sheepishly.

“You did?” you asked smiling as she nodded. “Are you going to kiss me? Are we about to kiss-?” Robin simply leaned in, cupping your cheek with her hand and bringing your lips to hers.

You felt like you were floating on air until you were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, ladies!” the two of you jumped apart and looked back at Eddie at the entrance of Family Video with a big smile on his face. “Double-date with me and Harrington! This Friday!”

“Eddie, get back in here!” you saw Steve pulling him back inside.

“We’re not… really going on a double date with them, are we?”

“No. No, we’re not” you assured her. "No double date!"

“Good” she smiled at you before kissing you once more. 

"And no double VHS!"

"What?!"

The End

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A/N: Hope you liked it! btw I'm also working on the other request and hope to have it up soon! also, I know Sirius was supposed to be next but I am too stuck with that story! I hope to have it up soon too!

[melonteee]

May I recommend some One Piece fics? One of them has me clawing the walls and wanting to write ten billion fics about all the OP women _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): and the other fundamentally changed me as a human being.

The former is a Robin centred fic and the latter is a Sanji centred fic. If you have read these before, sorry if I’m just parroting what you’ve already read! Also please feel no pressure to read these, I just wanted to share with a fellow OP enjoyer :DDD

Sanji Fic: Custom of the Sea - 17K: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39516201?view_adult=true

So this one really, REALLY explores Sanji’s duties as a chef and how far he’d be willing to go to ensure that his crew won’t starve (if you know what the title of the fic means then you’re halfway there) and there are heavy warnings at the start of the fic that I won’t repeat but I will state that the fic is tagged with “angst with a happy ending” so a heaping helping of optimism is needed whilst reading!

(I did not read the tags thoroughly though I still enjoyed the fic, but please don’t be as silly as me)

I love when a One Piece fic explores the connections between the Straw Hats (some more than others, cough ZORO cough) and I especially love the flashbacks we get with Chef Zeff— I will never be able to stop thinking about them and clutching at my chest like I’m trying to ease an unseen weight (the burden, oh the burden of loving a fictional blond man).

I love how Sanji is written, how we get to see him reduced to his base components, how as he thins with each day we see what becomes transparent beneath all the layers; who he truly is when stripped down to the bone.

^ tryhard

There is also a scene that is so reverent; so intimate; so raw that it feels like a violation to intrude upon such a private moment and a discourtesy that it isn’t being analysed and examined by every literature study or professor alive. Wow it fucks me up that this fic only has 8K hits. The author also writes some good ZoSan fics if that’s also something you’d like :))

Robin Fic: What is and What could never be - 58K (unfinished as far as I’m aware): https://archiveofourown.org/works/42768912/chapters/107441889

Robin. Has. A child.

[incoherent wailing about motherhood, unconditional love, the fear of loving someone and letting them love you back, love you thought you lost but has endured all along]

I haven’t even finished it yet nor am I even anywhere close in the timeline in which the fic takes place but I already know it’s one of my favourite fics I’ve read, and has made me realised that I have overlooked the OP women in the most egregious manner possible.

I absolutely adore your OP character analysis videos, and having your big brain analysis sitting in the back of my mind while reading this fic has made me appreciate and enjoy this fic tenfold.

Nico Robin I love you in a way that heals me and hurts me.

I am also a tremendous sucker for Frobin (the author wrote smut for this fic which 😳) but I also adore her relationships with Chopper, Nami and Luffy which absolutely enamoured me and has scorched my brain, leaving a permanent mark. Also extremely cruel and wicked that this fic only has 8K hits.

Anyway I wrote all of this at 1am, so if I sound mad it’s because I am. Thanks for creating hilarious and extremely insightful analysis videos, I’ve been watching your channel since the MHA character design video (I still burst out laughing thinking about Todoroki’s design sometimes) and I always look forward to new vids :D

Thank you for these but I can’t promise I’ll read them haha, I don’t tend to read too many fics but I appreciate the thought. I know you didn’t do it here but I also ask to please not send me smut fics or anything since I’m not an nsfw account and also a stranger to you guys 😅

And thank you so much for enjoying my content! ❤️

[nataliawrites]

Hi 👋 love your writing so much❤️❤️

I am currently having an allergic reactions. Nothing super serious but having rashes on your face that itch like crazy still sucks😅

Could you maybe write something about Charles reacting to his partner having an allergic reaction?❤️

Breathless // Charles Leclerc

Tree nuts were the bane of your existence. It’s fair to say that after a seemingly innocent cookie sent you into anaphylactic shock as a toddler, you developed a certain hatred for the allergen that somehow always appeared in food that it had no business being in.

The allergy followed you into adulthood and so did the long-standing tradition of reading every single ingredient label while grocery shopping and asking to speak to the chef about your dietary restrictions while out to eat.

Thankfully, your boyfriend of two years was more than understanding. He was a professional athlete himself and was no stranger to being careful about what you put in your body. Charles even had a list of tried and true snacks around the paddock memorized and would bring you something to nibble on every race day while he went through his routine.

Today he pulled you away from a conversation with some young engineers to hand you a cappuccino and some biscotti from Ferrari hospitality, “the usual for mon amour.”

“Thank you, my darling.” You lean up to press a gentle kiss to his lips and pull away laughing as your stomach growls, “perfect timing.”

You take a bite of a biscotto, “this tastes different. Did they change the flavor?”

“They had it noted as the same lemon biscotti I always get you so I don’t think so.”

But as you continued to chew, you knew something was wrong. Your throat felt tight and tongue felt swollen. Blood rushed in your ears as the garage around you turned blurry.

Charles knew the signs, “love? What’s wrong?”

You tried to say something but your airway had quickly become too constricted to speak so you desperately gestured at your throat as you continued taking small, wheezing breaths.

He rushed to sit you in the closest chair he could find and begged whatever staff was nearby to keep an eye on you, “I have epinephrine in my driver’s room. I’ll be right back, I promise. Just stay calm. And someone please call the medic.”

He must have ran there and back because he returned not even two minutes later with the familiar auto-injector and knelt in front of you before lifting your dress and jabbing the needle into your thigh with practiced motions.

The effect was almost instant as you finally gulped in much needed air.

Charles took both of your hands in his and squeezed. It felt like a lifeline — for both you and him — as you were reminded just how rapid and dangerous allergic reactions could be.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve checked to make sure they didn’t change the recipe. It’s all my fault. If I wasn’t so complacent-”

You stopped him, your voice hoarse. “Don’t you dare blame yourself. These things happen especially when food isn’t prepackaged. What matters is that you had epinephrine and knew what to do. You saved me, Charles.”

“I’ve kept some in my driver’s room since you first started coming to races. Just in case. I wish I didn’t have to use it because of something I gave you,” he looked up at you, eyes earnest.

In that moment, you sent a little prayer of thanks to the universe at large for giving you this incredible man.

When the ambulance came shortly after, he insisted on going with you to get all the necessary checks done even if it meant he would possibly miss the race and you found yourself falling even more in love than you ever thought possible.

[darylsgirl]

Spaghetti & Wildflowers

Request:

Can you do one where when Daryl has just arrived in Alexandria, the reader invites him to spaghetti rather than aaron. Also the reader is extremely flirty and Daryl is just sitting there red like a tomato and he is very awkward. Just something really funny 😅

Sorry to poke my nose in on this convo. 1st off But your writing is amazing!!! 2nd i read this note.... I dream of a soft sweet norman. Everyone writes hims as sure and aggressive(in good way) i would love it to flip it. Make him maybe little younger....sweet...not sure of himself so much. Imagine there 1st time together(not him as a virgin but limited experience) also can i be added to any tag lists. Thank you for even reading this

A/N

Hey All! Thank you so much for your patience! Here is the re written and re titled "You take my breath away" It has been over a year since i have written anything so i decided to stick to just fluff this time, This ended up alot longer than i was anticipating with all the affiliating on i did but i hope you all enjoy! Let me know in the comments what you think and part two should be up within a few hours!

Lots of Love

Jen <3

MasterList

He was the most incredible looking man you had ever seen, Walking through the gates with that possum in his hand, He was definitely a little dishevelled, Looked like he was in serious need of a shower but gorgeous nonetheless. Your mouth going dry the moment you saw him, Feeling the now unfamiliar fluttering in your stomach as he walked by you, Not sparing a second glance in your direction. 

His eyes alert and suspiciously taking in his surroundings, You watched as he handed his crossbow over, Fingers twitching as it was moved further away from him. Aaron leading them to Deana’s house. Where they will no doubt be being interviewed on camera, Just like all the newcomers were. Just like you had been three months before, Looking over the others in the group seeing their wary eyes the exhaustion showing through the cracks in their demeanor. 

Letting out the breath you weren’t aware you had been holding you watched them disappear around the corner. As you were turning to go back into the house you were stopped by Olivia. Rushing from the direction the strangers had gone, a huge basket full of linens in her arms. 

“Hey Y/N Are you busy? Any chance you can give me a hand? Deana has asked me to set up the two houses down the street for the new guys” Looking at you with those hopeful puppy dog eyes, She knew there was no way you could say no to her. 

“Fineeee, But Jessie’s helping too!” You groaned, turning back towards her and down the front steps. 

“Thank you Y/N! Jessie’s already there loading some supplies into the cupboards” Her pace was getting faster now, Half running to keep up with her frantic walk you let her continue. 

“Could you please start on the beds? That would be a HUGE help. Here take this” Offloading the basket to you she turned back towards the garage that held all of the town's supplies. 

“I’m going to grab some more linen, I'll be back in a few!” 

Groaning again at the weight of the basket you walked up the steps of the house Olivia had specified. Spotting Jessie in the kitchen immediately. 

She laughed at your sour expression “She roped you into this too?” You nodded in reply carrying the basket up the stairs and starting in the first room you came to. 

Picking up the first bundle of sheets, Finding a little note attached ‘Single’ Pushing them to one side you picked up the next ‘Double’ Taking the note off and putting it back in the basket you made your way to the bed. Pulling the sheets on and making the bed easily you continued into the other three bedrooms upstairs, Finding one set of double sheets remaining. 

Walking down the stairs you passed Jessie again in the Kitchen, Stopping for a moment you took a glass of water from her mumbling your thanks, “Just the basement left! Has she come back yet?” 

“Mhmm She left that for you” pointing to a basket of towels. “And she said she’s left the next bunch of sheets and towels in the next house ready”

“And what pray tell is Olivia doing while she’s got me sweating like a Whore in Church” 

Jessie choked a little on her water trying to suppress her giggle at your words. “Beats me! Tried to ask her, She ran off looking very important” She giggled again. 

“Best get on before she finds more jobs for me!” Jessie agreed to grab the towels and put them into each bathroom, Snagging two from her and taking it down to the basement with you. 

This place was lucky really. There had been a hotel nearby that was just about to open as all hell broke loose that had stacks of linens, Plates and silverware. Enough to fully stock this place for a long time.

It seemed silly to you at first for this to be a huge concern but the longer you stayed here and the more you got used to the little comforting things like the Clean bedding and actual utensils the more important it had started to feel. It made you feel normal, Civilised. Like the world hadn’t just thrown a tantrum. Sure it never lasted very long but the comfort you got from these little things was priceless.

Once you had finished the bed down stairs you and Jessie made your way over to the second house repeating the jobs, Smiling as you left. Hopefully the comfort the little things had on you would also reassure and comfort the new guys. If only just a little. Being out there for so long yourself you knew how hard it would be for them to adapt. 

When Aaron had first brought you through the gates you thought you must have died. Everything was so….Normal, The houses were all pristine. All happy smiling faces welcoming you to the neighbourhood. It had taken you a week to speak, Sometimes you still weren’t sure if it was real at all, Maybe this is where your consciousness goes when you were walking around as one of those dead but not dead freaks. 

Walking back home you spotted Olivia, Saluting her “All done El capitan!” She laughed as you walked by purposely not slowing down in case she thought of another job for you. 

Sinking back into your couch and grabbing the book you had discarded earlier when the commotion at the gate started, You had been out hunting the day before, Which meant today you could take the next few days easy.

Reading the Hobbit for the millionth time, You easily slipped back into that familiar world, Only stopping when it got too dark to see the words on the page. The next day was much the same head straight back into your book escaping the real world as long as you could. Not realising how long you had been sitting there, The sun was low on the horizon when you were pulled from your favourite book. 

Opening the door you were greeted by a smiling Aaron. “Hey Y/N I can’t stay gotta get back to Eric, Deana is throwing a welcome party for the new guys, Since you’re our newest person besides them, She is pretty insistent you attend!” 

Rolling your eyes “Insistent hm? I think I’ll give it a miss..But thanks for the invite!” Trying to shut the door hoping this conversation was over when the door was stopped on his foot. 

“C’mon Y/N a little more socialising won’t kill you! You’ve managed to come out of your shell to me Jessie and now Olivia! A few more wouldn’t hurt right?” 

The puppy dog eyes. How did every fucker in here know that was your weak spot. 

“Ughhhhh Finee! Only if you're going to be there?” He nodded happily turning and stopping on the steps “See you at 8 wear something pretty” He winked, Taking off before you could change your mind. 

Pretty? You weren’t even sure you owned anything that could be classed as pretty. Storming upstairs like a toddler having a tantrum you stripped quickly showering the sweat from yourself before stepping out wrapping the fluffy towel around you. 

Walking over to your closet you pulled at the pile of dresses you had haphazardly thrown to the bottom of the closet when you had moved in, Never thinking in this new world there would be a place for pretty dresses. 

Separating the sizes you pulled the few that would fit you to one side throwing the rest back in a heap again. Holding them up to your chest you decided on a black figure hugging one with a slit up one side. You guessed this would be kind of functional too. The slit certainly gave you enough room to move if you needed to. Picking up a pair of almost matching wedges you threw them both on the bed. Turning your attention to your hair as you tried to tame it. 

It was a shame this new world didn’t include bloody straighteners. Groaning at yourself you couldn’t believe that had just crossed your mind. There were more important things to worry about besides your hair! 

Running the brush through it once more, It would do. Your mother certainly would be happy. She loved your naturally wavy curls. You felt the twang in your heart as you remembered her. She had lasted 6 months after the fall before one wrong step sent her into the arms of a walker taking her from you. Rubbing your eyes gently. No you wouldn’t cry, If she was here now she’d be giving you an earful about it, Demanding you enjoy your night and your freedom. 

Looking over at the tiny clock on the side 8:15 shit you were late. Pulling the dress over your head and heels on your feet you spared one last look at your reflection; smoothing the dress down on your stomach nervously. You can do this. It’s only people right? 

Slowly descending the stairs and making your way out the door, Your feet dragging as you headed closer to the party. Stopping outside the door, Hearing the laughter from the other side. 

Before you knew what you were doing you were spinning back around back up the street when a light fell over you. 

“Sneaking away before they can see you huh Y/N?” Giving him a guilty look. 

“I tried… Tried and failed. Oh well maybe next time!” You chuckled. 

“Oh hey, Daryl right?” Turning and following Aaron’s gaze you spotted him again. So the possum guy’s name was Daryl.

Giving him a small smile “I guess those kinda things aren’t for you either?” 

Not quite looking at you he gave a non committal grunt. 

Deciding to take Aaron’s earlier advice, Taking a deep breath. 

“You eaten? I’m making spaghetti if you're hungry?” He shrugged again. 

“C’mon, She makes some pretty serious spaghetti” Aaron teased, raising his eyebrow at you. 

“Guess I could eat” He mumbled, still looking more at his feet than you. Aaron gave you a wink as he went back inside giving you both a wave before shutting the door. 

“C’mon it’s this way. Just down from your house. I guess you could say we’re neighbours” He fell into step with you still staying quiet the entire way. As you opened the front door you looked backwards seeing Daryl looking between your open door and his own house. 

“Come in, Food won’t be long!” Holding the door open Daryl finally made his decision, his feet carrying him swiftly up the stairs and inside. Flicking the lights on as you followed him. 

“Kitchen’s that way, I’ll get you a drink. Whiskey, ok?” He finally looked at you. 

“You guys have Whisky?” A shocked expression crossed his face. “Yeah I found it out there still unopened a while back, I was saving it for a special occasion, But shh don’t tell Olivia or she’ll add it to that list of hers!” He gave you a small smile as you poured a glass for each of you passing it to him. 

“Make yourself at home! I’ll get this started” He took a seat at the breakfast bar rolling the glass around in his hands whilst you busied yourself in the kitchen pulling out everything you would need and quickly getting it started. 

Turning back to the breakfast bar you grabbed the loaf of bread, slicing a few pieces and covering them in some oil and wild garlic you had found on your hunt yesterday. Popping them into the oven. He spoke again, Not quite able to make out his mumbles, Your head shot up “Did you say something sugar?”

Daryl fidgeted more with the glass in his hands before taking a deep breath and meeting your eyes with his electric blue orbs. 

“You said that errr it was a special occasion or some shit like that… Why?”

Grinning at him and taking a sip of your whiskey. “It’s not everyday I get to cook my serious spaghetti for just anyone!” 

You could see the blush rising in his cheeks as he took a long swig of his whiskey. You leant over to top his glass off, Before turning to the cupboards and grabbing placemats, Plates and cutlery. 

“Here let me do that” He tried as he moved towards you. 

“Absolutely not! My mother would roll over in her grave if she knew I put a guest to work” Smiling sadly as your mother popped into your head again. Setting the table. 

Turning your attention back to your meal you strained the pasta, Popping it into a dish before dishing up the sauce too. Taking them back to the table and returning to the oven to fish the garlic bread out. 

Once everything was on the table you both took a seat. Reaching over you served him a large portion popping a few pieces of garlic bread on his plate before serving yourself. 

“Dig in” You insisted before turning back to your plate. He watched you take the first few mouthfuls before reaching for his own fork. 

His first bite tentative, swirling the first bite around in his mouth watching you suspiciously, It wasn’t long before his hunger overcame him, letting out an unwitting happy groan he started shovelling forkful after forkful into his mouth.

There was something about the way he ate that just made you feel warm inside. Tearing your eyes from him you cleared your throat and asked “So what do you think of Alexandria?” 

Coughing he swallowed his food hastily before replying “I think it ain’t real” 

You studied him thoughtfully before answering. 

“I thought that too… for long time actually, Hell I’m still not convinced and I’ve been here 3 months” 

“So you're not...uh...Not from here. Like the others” 

“I’m from out there I guess. Asheville Georgia originally” 

His eyes went wide at this “Me too, Sorta. Lived up near the mountains in Georgia” 

A huge grin crossing your face “So we’ve always been neighbours then! How strange that we would meet here in DC! We must have been in the same places a thousand times! I used to go hunting in the mountains with my daddy” 

He shrugged “Alotta my group from near there, We met in Atlanta……” he trailed off mumbling, His eyes dropping back to his nearly empty plate “Ya wouldn’t have noticed someone like me anyway” 

Trying to get him to meet your eyes over the table, “Oh i most definitely would have noticed YOU Daryl” 

He cleared his throat awkwardly, the tops of his ears peeking through his shaggy hair going beet red, his face lowered further, turning his full attention to the remainder of his meal. 

Realising you had probably gone too far, Afterall you didn’t really know anything about this man, You had only seen him once yesterday morning before tonight, You weren’t even sure if he was single. Or straight for that matter. Trying to ease the awkwardness that had now descended in the room you scooped a few more spoonfuls onto both of your plates and tried a quick change of conversation. 

“How are your group feeling about being here? Did you and your…uh.. partner manage to sleep okay?” Hoping your not so subtle way of asking him if he were single wouldn’t be too obvious. 

“Partner? Rick’s the Cop not me” He grumbled. Okay maybe not as obvious as you first thought. 

You shook your head slightly, his obliviousness was strangely endearing, “Sorry no i meant your girlfriend, Wife” When he didn’t reply straight away you figured you must have missed the mark. “Boyfriend?” You questioned. 

He snorted at this “I ain’t gay, Aint got no woman either” Not able to contain the gleeful smile on your face. Not that it would matter his eyes were fully trained on his meal as he started devouring it quicker, Reaching for his glass he drained the remaining dregs of the whisky. 

“Oh really? I thought for sure you’d have been snapped up by now!” 

The blush returning to his face again he gave you a noncommittal grunt, Waiting a moment you realised he wasn’t going to answer. Not much of a talker. You were probably being too pushy, Small talk was hard to do after seeing the things he no doubt had seen out there, The things that man had probably had to do; just as you had, Suppressing the shudder that threatened to run through you as your mind conjured up the images.

Standing quickly you walked back to the kitchen grabbing the bottle and refilling his glass and in turn your own. 

Taking a deep gulp of the fiery amber liquid and then quickly finishing your own meal in silence, Both finishing your meal at the same time, Daryl raises the plate to his mouth to scrape the last bits of pasta into his mouth. 

“Still hungry? There’s plenty if you would like some more?” 

Shaking his head no “ ‘M good.” He grunted. Taking his plate from him and collecting your own, you took them into the kitchen, dropping them in the sink you turned to retrieve the serving bowls, Crashing straight into Daryl, Your hands flinching up and landing on his firm chest steadying yourself but sending the bowl he was carrying flying out of his hands.

He caught the bowl just in time, surprisingly before any of the remaining food managed to spill on the floor. 

Feeling the blush on your cheeks now as your hands lingered a moment longer than they should have done, Enjoying the firmness of his muscular chest under your fingers. 

Dropping your arms to your sides. “I’m sorry! Thank you, Let me take that” Taking the bowl and turning your beetroot red face away from him you found a tupperware box in the cupboard filling it with the leftovers before turning to the sink and washing the dishes. 

When you turned back to him he was watching you silently, Studying you it seemed. 

Picking your glass back up you motioned to him “Should we finish the bottle or do you have somewhere to be?” 

When he made no move to leave you picked up the bottle and motioned towards the living room letting him follow behind you, Taking a seat you finally kicked your uncomfortable heels off, Your feet instantly throbbing grateful to be out of their confines. 

Propping your feet up on the coffee table in front of you, You sank back into the plush cushions behind you with a happy groan, Daryl stood awkwardly next to the couch glass hanging from his fingertips gasing at you with a softness in his eyes, The redness rising again in cheeks once he realised you had caught him gazing at you. 

Smiling at his warmly “No need to stand on ceremony, Take a seat” Patting the chair next to you from emphasis. “More?” You asked, shaking the bottle at him. Taking it from you he filled his own glass before turning to yours and topping yours up also. 

Clearing his throat awkwardly. “So...Are ya people here too?” 

Dropping your eyes from him you shook your head sadly “Just me…They’re all gone….” The alcohol was taking over your words as you mumbled “Shouldn’t have been me…” You felt yourself get lost in your mind for a moment seeing thinking about the countless lives you had watched taken before their time. People who would have been the greatest asset in this new world...Gone, Some died saving you. For what.. They should have let you die. 

A tear rolling down your cheek pulled your mind from those thoughts, Pulling you back to reality to those beautiful blue eyes. You could see the storm behind them at your words.  Ripping your eyes from his you shakily pulled the glass to your lips draining it one. 

Feeling the fire burning through your body you turned back to Daryl you shifted a non convincing smile back to your face. 

“How about you? Your group seems very close, almost like a…”

Finishing your sentence for you “A family…...Ya know i look around and i think about the people that are gone, And the people that are still here and it aint right...Aint fair..But yer gotta keep goin for em, they’re the reason yer here….” He shrugged trying to offer words of comfort.

Sadly smiling at this “That’s true if it wasn’t for Aaron and Eric i wouldn't be here, They’re good people. Most of the people here are good people. Too innocent to the world as it is, yes, But good people..” 

After sitting in silence for a few moments when Daryl broke the silence. “Well i should...I should go….They’ll be wonderin where i am” 

Standing with him you walked him to the door. Feeling a pang in your chest at the realisation that you would be alone again.

“Thanks. Thanks for the-” 

“Your welcome Daryl….Maybe you could come again? It was nice to have company” Smiling you opened the door for him letting him linger on the threshold. 

He let out another noncommittal grunt as his eyes lingered on you. Leaning against the doorway you followed his eye line down your body, smirking slightly you swayed your hips watching as his eyes followed your movements. 

Darting forward you swiftly kissed his cheek. “Goodnight Daryl” The blush on his face matched yours as he turned and stomped down the steps rushing towards his own house.

Daryl’s POV 

Holy shit she was perfect. 

Good food, Great Whiskey, Perfect body. That dress…. He had never met anyone like her before, She hunted too. But a woman like that would never look twice at a man like him. 

A dirty good for nothing redneck asshole, He didn’t even know why she had been so...so nice to him tonight. 

When she kissed his cheek, Emotions he hadn’t felt before came bubbling to the surface, His body desperate to reach out to her and kiss her properly. Not that he was even sure how to kiss a woman like that properly. As the blush rose back to his cheeks and tips of his ears he felt an unfamiliar stir in his stomach and then a very familiar one in his groin. He knew he had to run before that siren of a woman noticed his shameful bulge. 

Carol was waiting for him at the door. Puckering her lips at him she made a lip smacking noise “Kiss Pookie” She giggled. 

“Shut up” He mumbled, heading straight for the stairs to the basement. He needed to be alone for a little while as he processed these thoughts. Locking the door behind him he took a few strides over to the bed and flopped down on it. 

In the dark of the room the thoughts became more obvious. Throwing an arm over his face he groaned. From the second he had first seen her standing so beautifully in front of Aaron’s house he had a tightening in his stomach. He couldn’t have said no to her invitation if he tried. 

If Merle had seen him tonight, Blushing like a love sick little girl, He would have had a right laugh, It was like he could hear his voice. “Oh Princess, Got a crush? Man up Baby bro, Go get that cooch” 

Did she mean it when she asked if he could come again? He shook his head. She couldn’t have, she was just being nice, welcoming…probably ordered to be. His mind couldn’t stop thinking of the way she smiled at him, The way her hair fell in front of her eyes when she laughed, The curves of her as she swayed in the doorway…. His pants were tightening further at the thought. He would have to take care of that before he could fall asleep. 

Imagining his hands were roaming her body he pulled his throbbing member free, He wouldn’t last long as he thought about her hands on him, While his hands roamed up those beautiful milky thighs. That full pouty mouth gasping for him. 

God that did it, Groaning he let himself spill into his hand, Grabbing a rag at the side of him he wiped it from himself, Ashamed he turned over throwing an arm over his face before drifting into an undisturbed sleep at the thought of her.

Over the next few weeks he saw a lot more of Y/N. As they were the two best hunters in Alexandria they were often thrown together to head out of the walls. 

Even in her half ruined Jeans and Walker splattered Shirt she was still gorgeous. On days like today when they’re outside the walls he noticed how her face changed from the strained smile to a relaxed free look in her eyes. 

She was scanning the underbrush now checking the traps they had left the week before. He felt the blush on his cheeks when he realised he had been caught staring again.

“Everything okay?” She asked spinning around in a circle, her body tensing looking for the Danger. 

He cleared his throat, “Yeah all good. Anythin in the trap?” Blush rising in his cheeks at being caught staring. After that they headed back to the town in comfortable silence, Walking side by side both carrying the day's hunt, Y/N stopping every few minutes to forage things on the way. Giving him ample chance to stare unashamedly for a moment. Blushing everytime she caught him, Hoping she wouldn’t be too upset that a man like him was so captivated by her.

Once back inside the walls, She came with him to his house as they always did now Only stopping to share the hunt with Olivia to share around the town, Y/N spent a lot more time around him and his group. Seamlessly slotting into their messed up dynamic. 

Just like every other night she helped Carol prepare the dinner while he retreated to the porch, Cleaning his bow and bolts, always leaving the door open to let her musical laugh wash over him as he worked. 

He could have listened to her all day. Before long he forgot what he was meant to be doing and just closed his eyes, Head leaning back against the house, Fully relaxed for the first time being in Alexandria. 

He groaned inwardly hearing footsteps getting closer, he slowly opened his eyes to see who was disturbing his peace. 

“Hey…” Rick took a seat next to Daryl on the porch, nudging his knee and pointing towards the house. 

“Y/N been spending a lot of time here...What’s the story there?” He asked, giving you a knowing look. 

“Why yer asking me?” Daryl huffed. “Shouldn’ yer be askin her”

Rick sighed before giving him another knowing look. “I seen the way you look at her, You sweet on her?” 

Daryl wasn’t sure how to respond because of course he was ‘sweet’ on her but there was no changing who he was. A  woman like that could never be interested in a no good redneck like him. There was no good that could come from confessing any of the thoughts that bounced around his head all day. Where would that get him? Nowhere that's where.

He scoffed, trying to hide his next lie “Nah man, I aint sweet on no one” 

Rick studied him thoughtfully before he replied. A testing gleam in his eyes. 

“So you wouldn’t mind if I gave it a go then?

He felt the blood in his veins run cold at this. His heart dropping into his stomach, He felt sick at the realisation, Of course Rick would want her too, Who wouldn’t. 

Just as he opened his mouth to give a brash reply, your beautiful song filled voice interrupted at just the right moment. His heart pounding, blush spreading across his face, burning across the tops of his ears as you smiled at him.

Standing ready to flee and leave them both behind before Rick made any more comments. He felt your hand on his arm and his breath stop in his chest.

Y/N 

You felt the electricity hum between you as your fingers found his arm, You had both been taking as many opportunities as possible to get closer to each other, So grateful when you were partnered together to hunt. 

After the night you had cooked him dinner he was constantly on your mind, His adorable blushes, His gruff manly tone, His thick manly physique but most of all those eyes… The eyes that look like they have a permanent storm behind them, You were usually very good at reading people's eyes but you just couldn't get a grasp on his. 

Every time you looked into them you could feel yourself falling further into them desperate to know the secrets they hide.

“Hey…Carol sent me to get you…Dinners ready��.Come eat with us?” Purposely not meeting his eyes, Now was not the time to get lost in them. 

Looking at your hand on his arm you fought the urge to give it a squeeze to just feel those beautiful muscles clenched in your hand. Rick letting out a slight cough broke you both from this moment which had obviously gone on for too long. Your hand felt like it had been given an electric shock as you pulled away from his arm attempting to appear nonchalant as you brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Both of you were blushing now looking at rick. Daryl quickly looked down at his feet and grumbled his assent, Giving a swift nod to Rick he darted inside the house.

Rick chuckled standing and patting you on the shoulder he followed Daryl into the house. 

Confused, you took a deep breath and fixed the smile back on your face before turning and heading straight to the table to finish setting it. 

Dinner was the same as almost every night with a few exceptions. You kept stealing glances in Daryl's direction as always but not once had he met your gaze. Instead he seemed to be very angrily spearing bits of deer on his fork grumbling to himself and shooting murderous glares at Rick. 

Rick in return had turned his full attention to you for a change, With a smirk on his face he had taken Carol's usual seat beside you and had started a line of questioning that had left you feeling like a bug under a magnifying glass. Wondering when you were going to be burned. 

You had very rarely spoken to Rick, He always seemed to never really notice you were there, But now he was asking you everything from your hometown to your favourite colours. 

Choosing not to be too suspicious you graciously answered each question until he reached the one that made the food falter in your throat. He patted you on the back when you choked. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” 

“I asked if you were seeing anyone Y/N? Or is there someone you’ve got your eye on here? If not, I'm sure I know someone who would love to spend some time with you” He said with a wink. 

Stuttering and not sure how to respond, you take a sip of your drink, your eyes automatically finding Daryl again. 

You watched as he stood up abruptly and in the same movement slammed his fork down and stormed from the table to the door just across from the room, The door crashing behind him and his footsteps retreating down the stairs. 

The smirk on Rick’s face had subsided now, the table had gone quiet, everyone's breath caught in their chest as an awkward silence descended over the table. 

Dinner was quickly finished with people standing to remove plates. The only two remaining at the table were yourself and carol. 

Giving you a kind smile, She slid a full bottle of Jack Daniels over to you and motioned her head towards his door. 

Carol was the only person who knew how you felt, Coaxing it out of you slowly and earning your trust with all of the late nights spent with her, Desperately just trying to be closer to him. 

She had been encouraging you to make a move, But every time you had tried to lead him down that path he had grumbled something unintelligible and stalked away. 

Taking a deep breath you decided to go for broke. If it didn’t work this time then maybe you would take Rick up on his offer, Or maybe one of the other men in town. You couldn't spend your second chance at life pining after someone who would never feel the same way. 

Grasping the bottle tightly you made your way to his door. Teetering on your heels, hand held out ready to pull the door open. One last look at Carol who gave you a supportive smile. You took the plunge throwing the door down and running down the stairs before your mind had a chance to freeze and tell you to stop. 

Daryl's POV

Daryl couldn’t believe that Rick had the balls to do that….At the table in front of his entire family. She’ll be upstairs fawning all over him right now. 

Probably can’t believe her luck that it’s him not me. 

Furious he kicked his shoes off letting them fly across the room, Sinking down the bed, He pulled his shirt over his head and lay back sighing. 

Unable to stop himself he thought of the two of them together, It made sense. They would be the perfect pair. Her effortlessly gorgeous and rick….Well rick. Everybody wanted him, He was the perfect man. Every little scrap of hope that he had tried to bury for so long had now been shattered. 

He pictured Y/N becoming Carl’s & Judith’s mother. He could see it all as if he was standing outside looking in through the window into the life of a perfect all American family. That’s what Rick could offer her. Even in an apocalypse. 

What did Daryl have to offer? A smelly basement in Carol’s house? A life where people looked down on him? What if he was like his father? What if he didn’t know how to love? 

No she was better off staying away from him, He would act the part from now on, He would stay away. Take a different shift hunting. It would be too painful to be around her, Now he knows he could never have her. 

Maybe he should just leave, Maybe that is what was best. 

Glaring at the ceiling as if it was the one who had hurt him, He was lost in his mind and hadn’t noticed the person standing watching him quizzically. 

Y/N 

You could feel yourself rooted to the spot watching the dark clouds swirl on his face as he lay there, You plucked up the courage to clear your throat. 

“Uhm Daryl?” You tried quietly. 

He shot up from the bed, Glaring at you. “What?” He growled. His blue eyes showed a fire burning behind them.

You raised the bottle, The two glasses hanging limply from your other hand. 

“Are you okay?” Unable to stop yourself, your eyes wandered from his face down to his chiselled chest and abs. His pants hanging loosely on his waist showing that amazing v pointing to the one thing you want to see more than anything. You felt the heat burning up everywhere in your body. Licking your lips you tore your eyes away. It was like time had stopped. Your chest heaving you met his eyes again. This time the fire seemed to have subsided and he just looked….Confused?

You took a step forward which is all it took to break Daryl out of his confusion darting forward he grabbed the shirt he had so haphazardly thrown on the floor earlier, Pulling it over his head and pushing his hair back in one swift movement. 

“What dya want Y/N”

Without a word you strode over to the bedside table and dropped the glasses onto it. Ripping the top off the bottle you filled both to the brim, Without giving him a choice you pushed the glass into his hands, Taking your own and gulping it down in one. 

Before it had even had a chance to burn its way down to your stomach you had turned and refilled the glass. Sitting down on the edge of the bed you said nothing for a moment, Gesturing for him to join you. 

After a moment he did and you both sipped your drinks in relative silence. 

You watched through the small window at the top of the wall as the sun set lower on the horizon, Now on your third glass. You had finally built up the drunken courage to just show him how you felt. 

Words were useless on this man, No matter what you said he wouldn’t believe it until you had proved yourself with your actions. 

Filling your chest with a deep breath you turned to him. “Daryl?” You asked, breaking the silence.

Draining his glass he turned his face up to yours. You watched as his lips parted slightly to answer you. Now was the time. 

You moved slowly at first watching his reaction, Putting one hand on his chest he seemed to freeze in place, Lips parted. You made your move. Pressing your lips to his felt like the most perfect thing in the world. Instantly feeling drunk but not from the alcohol. Running your tongue across his bottom lip begging for entrance. 

No….He was moving his face away….”what the hell Y/N?”

You felt the tears filling behind your eyes. As he got further and further away. He still looked confused. You had never been so humiliated, All those feelings…All the stolen glances. They were all one sided. 

Stuttering “I’m so sorry” The tears were over flowing now. Jumping down from the bed you flew up the stairs taking them two at a time. Carol was in the kitchen, You paused long enough to shake your head at her and then take off into the night.

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Nathan Bateman x reader with reader calling him cute while he is pouting over unsuccessful project/experiment etc and Nate literally going 😤 how dare you call me cute!

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A/N: thank you for your wish and your request I hope this is what you were expecting and I also hope that you like it, if you have any request please let me know and also sorry for this took me a while, I was celebrating yesterday 😅😅💙

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Nathan was different from the others man you date before, he was cocky bastard, smart as hell, think he’s always right but he also was a carrying man, he pretend to be selfish but he wasn’t, he always see for your needs, inside him was a lovely man that you love with all your heart. But that morning was completely different, you didn’t know how you start fighting, you just remember screaming to each other and one moment he was walking to the lab and didn’t leave it, since that moment. He keep working on his new project but it was hard and every code he put it lead him to an dead end, he was so focus on his screen that he hadn’t notice that you get inside of the room until you talk.

-Ow you’re a cute thing- he stop taping abruptly and look at you.

-Did you just call me cute?- but you didn’t answer him, you walk straight to his window and open it.

-I wasn’t calling cute to you- you said -I was calling cute to this cutie cat- you said as you pick up the little wet cat.

-So this is more cute than me?- he said a little jealous.

-Where did you come from?- you said.

-you didn’t answer my question.

-well yes this cat is cutter than you, at least he didn’t threat me like a trash in the morning.

-I told you I was sorry- he said.

-No actually you didn’t, you just walk away- you said, when you notice that you raised your voice, you calm yourself -Sorry, I came here because I was worry about you, you hadn’t leave this place in all the day, are you hungry?- he nod -then come on, I made some dinner and we can give this little one some milk…

-You cant feed him, he’ll want it to stay- you shrugged.

-Do you want to stay little cutie thing?- the little cat make a noise.

The two of you make your way to the kitchen, he look at you as you put the kitty on the floor, it look mad at you for leaving your arms and you laugh, he smirk without your knowledge as he put the plates on the table, you eat in silence for a moment, you look at the kitty all the time but he didn’t take his eyes, he notice the sadness on your eyes.

-So this is how is going to be?- you said -just a house with two strangers on it?

-What do you mean?

-You know what I mean Nathan, you spend most of your days in your laboratory and when we see each other the only thing we do is fight- you chuckle -and if I’m honest I didn’t know why we fight this morning…

-You know how it’s going to be when you agree to marry me, if you don’t like it you can leave.

-It’s that what you want me to do?- you asked him, you stand up and walk to the kitchen, you clean the tears on your eyes.

-Yn- he said behind you, you didn’t look at him but he took your shoulders and lift your chin -I’m sorry- he said -I don’t want you to leave, you’re the only person I want to be with…

-Then tell me what it’s going on, you always tell me your problems but know it’s seem that you avoiding me.

-I found the pregnancy test on the bathroom- you freeze.

-And…

-And it make me the happiest man on the planet… but the I remember all the responsibility that come with it and… what if our kid didn’t like me? What if he hates me?

-What? He won’t hate you, look at me, this kid would be the luckiest kid to have you, I know you’ll do what ever it takes to protect him or her, you’ll teach him everything you know, you’ll help him with their science projects, he’ll be smart as hell and the most important thing is that they know that you love him… Fuck I can’t wait to see you being a father- he kiss you and kneel.

-We really are some lucky bastards buddy- you slap your arm.

-No bad words when our kid’s around- he kiss you again.

-he still can’t hear me.

-I know but you need to get used to it- he nod, you bit your lip -about our little friend here- you said, he tough for a moment and sigh.

-Fine our little friend can stay- you celebrate and walk to the kitty.

-You hear that Ruperto, you can stay…

-What the fuck with that name? You know what it’s decided I’ll look for names for our kid- he said as he kiss your head.

-Ha ha very funny Mr. Bateman.

The years pass and as you predicted he was a very good father, you little boy was a copy of his father, he was smart, he didn’t need help with his homework but he still let you help him to spend time with you or his father. Nathan was working late that day, you get inside the lab, you bite your lip as you watch him concentrate on his work.

-You’re the cutest thing…

-If there’s another cat behind me, the answer is no, we got enough with Ruperto.

-there’s no cat- you say, he stop what he was doing and look at you with no expression, he lean on his chair.

-And why did you call me that?- he said -You know how much I hate it…- you sit in his legs.

-I actually don’t remember you say it- you kiss his cheek -sir…

-Where is Marc?- he said, you notice the darkness in his eyes.

-He’s doing his homework outside…

-Then close the door- he said -And I’ll make you remember it.

-Promise?- you said with a smile.

-Do as I told and you’ll see- he said, you kiss him before you did what he told you.

Xxxxxx

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Poems, Prayers, and Promises

Part Eight

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Warnings for this part: Blood, violence and abuse. Everyone takes a beating in this one. If you came for fluff I’m sorry.

Authors notes: Thank you for your patience for this one! I really wrestled with it. Tried beating the plot back with a stick and it simply kept coming. This is why you make an outline folks 😅 I’m still having fun tho. I love grit. Sorry to the Sammy girls, outlaw!sam is heartless. I feel like I need to write some very soft Sam fluff to atone

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Jake woke up unsure where he was. The back of his head throbbed with his pulse as he struggled to open his eyes. He became aware that his hands were tied behind his back and his arms were around a pole, keeping him propped in a sitting position. His shoulders popped as he leaned back and took the strain off of them. His eyes were blurry when he finally opened them and he had to blink a few times to get them to focus. He was in a barn stall, the floor covered in hay. He heard something shift to his right and turned to look, his head pounding at the movement. Ida lay on the ground in the fetal position, her back to him. Her left arm had a hasty bandage wrapped around it, red staining the fabric.

His breath hitched in his chest and he pulled against his restraints trying to reach her. “Ida. Oh god, Ida please.” He could hear the sob in his own voice.

She stirred at the sound of her name and rolled on her back and he could see she was bound hand and foot. Her lips were pale as she ran her tongue over them to wet them, her eyes still pressed closed. “I don’t recommend getting shot. Hurts like a son of a bitch. How’s your head?”

He let out a half sob half laugh of relief at her words. “I’m so sorry Ida. I’m so fucking sorry.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes full of emotion as she realized how torn up he was. “It’s not your fault.”

His breath hitched again and he felt the sting of tears in his eyes. “I should have told you. I should have left before they came. I knew they’d come. And now you’re hurt because of me. I promised I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, I-” His breath caught and he hung his head, his hair falling into his face.

He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by the pounding in his head and the pain ripping at his heart. Guilt and fear had consumed him ever since he had first seen Josh standing in the barn last night, waiting for him. He had hoped they wouldn’t come for him but he knew they would. They were his blood and he knew them as well as he knew himself. He had felt how close they were yesterday, but he had expected them in the mountains. He had let himself foolishly hope they would leave a stranger out of their quarrel. He had hoped Ida would be left alone. He should have known better.

They had waited until he was done taking the tack off the horses and putting them up in their stalls. He stepped out into the barn walkway and saw Josh silhouetted against the darkening sky. His heart wrenched seeing the figure so familiar to him.

“Hey Jake.”

The sound of his twin’s voice after so many months without it almost made him forget his dread. He had missed his brother, even when he knew it was right to leave him behind. Josh had chosen to stay and it had hurt. “Hello Josh. Where are the others?” He heard the crunch of boots behind him and turned to see Danny and Frank coming up behind him. He faced Josh again. The absence of his younger brother made cold dread bloom in his stomach. “Where is Sammy?”

Josh motioned over his shoulder. “In the house.”

Ida was in the house now. There was no way she wasn’t. Fuck.

The look in Jake’s eyes conveyed more to his twin than his words would have. Josh turned on his heel and headed quickly for the house, knowing he needed to reach Sam before his twin did.

Jake could only think of Ida, who had no doubt just encountered a stranger in her home with no warning. He yelled her name in desperation. “Ida!” He had started towards the house, ignoring the other men as they fell in step behind him. He could have gotten away from them if it was just him. But he wasn’t making a run for it until he knew Ida was safe. He had brought a coiled snake into her home. How was he going to face her when she knew the truth?

He saw Josh catch her as she flew out of her house. He saw the fear and confusion on her face and his stomach twisted. He wanted to take her hand and run, but he knew he couldn’t. Not yet. His best bet was to keep his head and hope Ida did as well. The only way out for them was through.

He took a deep breath. “Josh let go of her.”

He was brought back to the present as he heard the hay crackle as Ida moved across the floor, pushing with her legs until she was leaning against him. He realized there was a rope connecting her tied hands and feet that prevented her from fully stretching out. He clenched his jaw and felt the tears streak down his face. She struggled for a moment getting her balance with her limbs bound and he automatically shifted his legs up to help support her. She ended up with her forehead against his, her tied hands on his chest.

She spoke low and intentionally, he could hear the emotions in her voice. “Listen to me. I don’t care about what came before.” She lifted his chin, looking deep into his eyes. Tears clung to her lashes. “And I could die tomorrow and still wouldn’t want to change you coming into my life.” He opened his mouth to protest but she silenced him with a brush of her thumb over his lips. “You promised no one would hurt me, but that’s not a promise you can keep. But I promise to keep patching you up if you keep patching me up, alright?” She looked at him so earnestly and he could feel the meaning behind what she said. That it was them versus anything. And that was enough.

He had never been looked at like that. Never been spoken to like that. She wanted him. No matter what. He leaned forward and kissed her hard, with all the words he couldn’t say, tasting the salt of both their tears on her lips. She held his face and kissed him deeper and he knew she understood what he didn’t say.

They both heard footsteps approaching the stall door before Josh entered moments later, his arms full of bandages and a basin of water. He stopped when he saw them both awake, leaning close with tear stained faces.

Jake was filled with so many conflicting emotions seeing his twin again. But anger won out. He spoke low through gritted teeth. “You better have a good fucking reason to be going along with this bullshit.”

Josh shook his head and held up his finger in protest. “I’m just here to change her bandage. None of this was my idea.”

Jacob didn’t take his eyes off his twin as Josh knelt next to Ida and put his supplies down. “You never take responsibility do you?”

Josh ignored him and set to work on Ida’s arm.

She looked back and forth between them. “This is so strange.”

Josh smiled at her, his wide smile showing the little gap in his teeth. “Don’t see many twins up here in the country, huh?”

She shook her head. “I don’t see much of anyone usually. Although there’s been a noticeable increase in people recently.”

Josh took a moment to realize she was making a joke and huffed a laugh. He looked up at Jake. “I can see why you like her.”

Jake set his jaw. “Help me get her out of here.”

Ida whipped her head to look at Jacob. “What?”

Josh frowned and shook his head. “I can’t do that.”

Jacob wished he wasn’t tied up so he could grab his brother and shake him. “Why the fuck not? She has nothing to do with this. Just let her leave. Sam just needs me. You know she’s in danger every minute she’s here.”

Josh’s brows were knit together. The look on his face was conflicted and he was trying to hide it. He dipped his head down as he started untying Ida’s bandage, using his task to avoid answering his brother. Jake could tell he was torn, his mind spinning through all the possibilities and choices. Josh chewed his lower lip, Ida sucking in through her teeth as he pulled the bandage from her bullet wound.

“Jacob.” Her voice pulled him from his focus on his twin. She was frowning and he couldn’t tell if it was from pain in her arm or at him. “I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”

He started to protest, knowing full well that she would be used against him if she stayed. “I can’t let you-“

“Fuck ‘let’ Jake.” She cut him off, looking truly pissed. Josh stayed focused on her arm but Jake saw his eyes widen and eyebrows go up at their exchange. “I said I’m staying with you. That’s it.”

She locked eyes with him, her resolve showing in her set jaw and furrowed brow. He shook his head, his emotions threatening to choke him. “I’m not worth you getting hurt again. Or worse.”

She leaned forward and set her forehead against his. “That’s for me to decide. And you are.” She kissed him softly. She whispered against his lips. “You are worth it.”

“God damn it.” Their tender moment was broken by Josh swearing. They both looked at him, he was sitting on his heels, his mouth twisted in frustration. “I have to fucking help you now don’t I?”

Jake couldn’t help but chuckle at his twin's reaction. “You fucking owe me anyway.”

Josh spread his hands, incredulous. “For what?”

Jake stared him down. “For not coming with me.”

Josh’s face fell and he sighed. “Fuck. Alright.” He scratched his forehead under his hair before finishing wrapping Ida’s arm in a clean bandage. He tied it and met her eyes. “Is that okay? Too tight?”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. Thank you.” He looked at her for a long moment. There seemed to be an understanding that passed between them.

He stood and cleared his throat. “I’ll have to-“ He stopped talking as footsteps approached the stall.

Danny, Sam, and Frank walked in, standing around where Jake and Ida sat on the floor. Josh crossed his arms and looked at the floor. Ida stiffened and lifted her chin defiantly, leaning back into Jake’s chest, making it clear they would have to go through her to reach him.

Sam smirked down at them. “Glad to see you’re getting comfortable.”

Even his little brother's goad couldn’t tear Jake’s focus off of Frank. If he hadn’t been tied up he would have been across the room in a moment and Frank would be senseless on the ground. But his bounds were tight and all he could do was stare him down and clench his teeth against the rage.

Frank noticed his withering gaze. “What are you looking at Jake? You mad I put a scratch on your piece of ass? She looks pretty beat up already. Didn’t know you were that type.”

Jake yanked at his bonds, straining until the rope cut into his wrists. All he could see was red. He growled through his teeth. “I’m going to fucking kill you Frank.”

Frank chuckled and casually walked over to him. He swung his fist down hard against Jake’s mouth. Jacob's vision swam and he tasted iron as blood gushed from his mouth and nose. He heard Ida shout and opened his eyes to see her sink her teeth into Frank’s hand as he reached for her. Frank screamed curses and ripped her off by her hair. Blood dripped from her mouth and her face contorted in pain as he pulled her away from Jake, still gripping her hair. Jake yelled for him to let her go as Frank threw her by the wall, clutching his bleeding hand to his chest. He kicked her once in the stomach. “Bitch.”

He pulled his foot back again but Josh’s voice stopped him. “That’s more than enough Frank.”

Frank turned to him with a sneer but Sam shook his head and he backed down.

Ida stayed still where she lay, breathing hard, she wiped her mouth on the shoulder of her shirt. She made eye contact with Jake under the curtain of her hair. Every muscle in his body strained towards her. He wished he could reach her and take her far from here. He had expected to see fear or pain in her face. But there was only resolve. And rage. She gave him an almost imperceptible nod that she was alright and he turned his attention back to his brothers. Josh looked like he was going to be sick as Frank took bandages from him, and Danny had his arms crossed and gaze firmly locked on the ceiling, only Sam seemed unaffected by the sudden violence. He sniffed and rubbed his nose with his fingers.

Jake spit blood to the side before addressing him. “Is this what you fucking wanted Sammy?”

Sam returned his look. “I wanted you to be fucking loyal. But here we are.”

“I’m not helping you.”

Sam shook his head. “You don’t have an option anymore, big brother. If you don’t tell me what I want to know then I’ll have to come up with ways to insist.” His dark eyes slid over to Ida. “Starting with letting Frank be angry with your delightful lady friend here.”

Jake’s heart felt like a lead ball in his chest. He couldn’t watch her suffer for him, no matter what she had said. He tried to keep the desperation out of his voice. “Leave her out of this Sam. She has nothing to do with it. You’ve done enough to her already.”

Ida had sat up against the wall and returned Sam’s look, her gaze steely. She didn’t look afraid in the face of his threat. She kept her eyes locked with Sam but spoke to Jake, her tone even. “Don’t tell him anything Jacob. I’ll be fine.” She flashed a still bloody smile at the men standing over her, her return threat apparent. She would not go quietly.

Sam squatted in front of her, his eyes level with hers. “Do you know why I need Jake so badly?” When she didn’t respond he went on. “He has some exclusive information about a score. It would change everything for us and I worked too hard for too long to let it slip away. Do you know how he got that information and why it’s exclusive to him?” His question was obviously rhetorical. He was testing her, feeling for the cracks in her armor. Jake knew what he was going to say next. The guilt crept up his throat and threatened to choke him. Ida’s face was unreadable as Sam continued. “He killed for that information, Miss Ida. Tracked down the only contact who knew the location of the cache and ended up shooting him. Now he’s the only one who knows where my score is and he ran away before sharing.” Sam stood again and Ida followed him with her eyes. If he had been hoping for some sort of emotional reaction to his revelation she didn’t give him one.

Her gaze flicked back to Jake, her eyes full of new understanding. The fear of her rejection melted away at that simple look. She returned her gaze to Sam who seemed to be expecting a response from her. She shrugged. “What do you want me to say? This is the west. People get shot everyday for all kinds of reasons. And as for leaving you behind,” She lifted her chin, resting her head against the wall casually. “Whatever his reasons, I don't blame him.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. He ignored her response and turned back to Jake. “Tell me where it is Jake. Or she starts collecting more bruises.” Jake could feel the blood pounding through his aching face and head, his wrists pinched and bruised by the rope. He looked at Ida and could feel every cut and bruise she had on her body. She met his eyes and shook her head. Even without knowing what he was protecting she didn’t want him to tell his brother. She trusted him, even with her life.

Sam sighed impatiently and walked back to Ida. He leaned over and grabbed her arm where the bullet had cut her and she cried out in pain. “Decide Jake.”

She struggled to pull her arm from his grasp but his long fingers held her tightly, digging into the bandage as it turned red again.

Josh started across the room “Sam that’s enough.” Danny intercepted him and held him back.

Sam ignored his brother and shook Ida’s arm, raising his voice over her strangled cries of pain. “Decide!”

All Jake could see was Ida’s face twisted in pain. Everything flashed through his mind in a blur. The blood on his hands the day he rode away from his brothers, the night he fell into Ida’s home, the feeling of her fingers on his side as she cared for him, the sound of her laugh, the brush of her lips on his. He swallowed down all the guilt and fear and pain. He decided. He raised his voice. “It’s under a house in Billings Sam.”

Sam’s grip on Ida loosened and she pulled her arm away, tears streaming down her face. He straightened. “Which house?”

Jake gritted his teeth and looked up at his brother. “A house owned by the Baker gang.”

The reaction to his words was immediate. Danny raked his fingers through his hair and swore and Josh shook his head, rubbing his mouth with his hand.

Sam glared at Jake, his eyes icy. “So you’re a coward.”

Jake kept his tone steady. “It’s their family’s home, Sam. There are children there. They won’t just let you walk in there. Either you get gunned down or they will. And there will be innocent lives in the crossfire.” He searched his brother's face, praying for a flicker of doubt. It didn’t come.

Sam stepped closer. “Where is the house?”

Jake grit his teeth before making another plea to reason. “If you do this people will see you Sam. You’ll be wanted by the law. None of you will be anonymous anymore. Is that what you want?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “We’ve been wanted by the law for years now. Maybe a little notoriety will do us good.” He turned back to Ida and stooped, pulling a knife from his boot before pressing it against her cheek. She locked eyes with him, her body tensing as she tried to keep the blade from cutting her. He looked back over his shoulder at Jake. “Tell me where the house is, Jake.”

Jake felt like his stomach was filled with lead. He knew it was over now. He watched as a drip of blood tracked down Ida’s cheek. His voice halted his brother's knife. “Smith lane. It’s under the floor of the back bedroom.” His tone was pleading. “Don’t start unnecessary killing Sam. It’s not worth it. Just walk away.”

Sam’s jaw clenched. “Thank you Jake.” He stood and crossed the room to his brother in a single stride, he swung his fist against Jacob’s temple and he blacked out again

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[hjh-ceilo-monster]

Psithurism (KNJ)

Summary : No matter what problem you face, you will find yourself inside a shrine with a huge bunny-cat-like creature (in his human form) that will always be ready to help you out.

Inspo : My neighbor Totoro 

Song inspo : The wind forest

Warning : Mention of dysfunctional family. Age gaps(?) I don’t know whether you will consider this as a pedophile. I don’t think so since Namjoon was just a god / forest spirit who has a creature and a young man form. 😅

Psithurism (n.) The sound of wind in the forest

Author POV.

༻Phiiieeeewwww༺

The breeze gently blows across your face as you sit under the oak tree. 

This tall greenery has been here way longer before you. You still remember the first day into the land opposite the tree. It was an ordinary sunny day with the wind blowing from time to time, or so you thought at that time. 

An ordinary became extraordinary when you met with little creatures, lurking around your new home. One was a rabbit while the other one was a cat. They two chased each other and disappeared into the tree, through that thick piece of wood.

Your five years old self got curious and followed them through the tunnel. Entering a huge hobbit home, you met with its owner. A two meter tall creature and had a mix between cat and rabbit.

“Hehehe...want to pway too. Don wrun aw-” You then bumped into something.

Looking up, you met a giant gaze that was looking down. 

For the stranger, seeing a little girl in front of him, he smiled widely at his guest. He felt the connection between him and the little girl. 

And a proof soon came in front of his eyes. Her soul glowed bright yellow.

“Welcome to our land, little human.” It spoke and gave her a smile. 

You got scared yet curious of how the thing could speak. You stared into the amber orbs. They were shining bright that they could blind you if you stared too long.

“You...huge.” You looked up and down a few times.

“What’s your name, my child? I am a gaurdian. You don’t have to be afraid of me.” The creature spoke to you again.

And to prove his words, he shifted into a man. 

“Here, little human. A welcome gift.” 

You reluctantly took a gift. It was a pack of leaves tightly tie together with a vine. You carefullyopened them, even if you were afraid of the man.

Poof

Flowers sprang out of the tiny wrap in your hands, spinkling the petals all over you.

a petal rain shower

“I’m Namjoon. Nice to meet you, little human.” He turned back into his original form again. However, this time you were fascinated with it, making you answer delightfully.

“A..and…you too, fluffy giant.” You gave it a gummy smile despite the stutter.

And that was when everything started.

“It’s time for dinner.”

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

“You are our child. You belong to us, not that old lady who just took you away from us. Come back home or we will remove your grandma's beloved house. You aren’t planning to live in the tree soon, are you? …” 

You sigh and put down the letter, don’t want to read it any further. This is the sixth time that you ‘parents’ send a threat letter to you, commanding you to go back home. 

“Y/nie~ there’s a lot of carrots today. Let’s make the cake.” The owner skip into your house just so he stops abruptly when he sees your face.

“What happened? You look pale and depressed.”

“The air is hot today. Why is there a burnt smell?” The other one soon appears.

“Jimin hyung….” The rabbit speaks softly.The cat finally notices your features and frowns. 

“Oh, sorry. Why didn’t you warn it sooner, Jungkook?” The last sentence, he whispers. 

The rabbit's nose twitches and so do his ears. The ermines start bottling inside of him.

“It’s your parents again, isn’t it?” 

A tangerine cat hybrid joins the conversation. You do nothing but nod. Mentioning your parents, the newcomer feels annoyed running in his nerves. He then grabs a white envelope and burns it instantly.

“Today, we will bake a cake, right?” He asks flatly with a dead face, making the others laugh at his act. With that, a smile replaces the sadness a little.

In no time, the kitchen fills with laughter again. The younger ones fool around while you and the cat hybrid try to stop them.

However, the message of yours being upset has already been sent to someone through the wind.

Namjoon POV.

“It’s been a while since they came here, right seok?” 

“I miss her food too, seok.” 

The two of them pout while thinking and speaking of Y/n. I also miss my little human too. I see her growing up in front of my eyes, and I have always stood by her side. If only I didn’t grant her a wish on the first day she arrived to only see me when she has a hard time, I will get to see my child every day.

“Seems like our god also agrees with us at this point.” 

“Stop teasing me and finish the cleaning, Hoseok.” His friend chuckled at the god remark.

“You too, Seokjin hyung.” Now the atmosphere completely turns into silence.

༻Phiiieeeewwww༺

A red scroll floats along the wind until it reaches the receiver. The god then snaps his fingers so that the scroll rolls open for him.

A smile appears as his eyes notice his favorite human’s name written on it. However, a frown soon takes over as he comprehends the whole situation.

“It’s time for you to meet me again, my child.”

Author POV.

“You look sad today.” You rise up from my seat.

“Nothing serious.”

“I don’t like it when you lie about your feelings.”

“And I don’t like to talk about this matter, Tae.” He pouts, but doesn’t ask any further. 

Taehyung has some guesses in his head. However, seeing you this upset and tired, he wants to know about your feelings. He wants to make sure you are still alright and can deal with it by yourself.

“I’m here, always. You know that right.” Taehyung’s words make your mouth switch into a smile.

“I know, Tae. Thank you.”

The both of you continued to chit chat along the way back home. The talk seems to have no end, but Taehyung finally arrives home. You have to bid him a goodbye.

Y/N POV.

Gasp

“Why are you guys here?”

I ask uninvited guests who are invading my space right now. Seeing my presence, they give a smirk.

“A bitch has arrived. Now let’s talk.” 

“No. I won’t go back.” You immediately cut him off.

“You have to move back or we will do what we have to. Do you know what’s happening with our house right now? Me and your dad are gonna lose our home. What did a daughter like you do? All those years lived in a wood with a sick mind woman and helped nothing. And now you expect us to chill after she has gone, leaving you all her fortune?” My ‘mom’ rants angrily. 

“You have disowned me, remember? Remember when the two of you decide to abandon a girl just because you didn’t want to afford anything for her. To keep all the money to yourself.” 

Whoosh 

My face goes in the same direction as her hand swings. It isn’t the first time I've gotten that. However, this time I won’t let them do what they want.

I feel my body getting hotter as anger rushes through my veins. 

Like a volcano erupts, I swing my hand back at her, aiming at her face like what she did to me. That woman stands there, frozen into her place. My attacks was loud and clear that even her husband looked surprised. 

However, a moment later they both start fighting with me. 

I push them with all my strength as they try to get in my home.

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

“Get off, I’m warning you.” You grit your teeth.

“And what a little bitch like you will do, bite us?” The husband laughs mockingly. 

“She won’t, but we will.”

The deep threatening voice makes the couple startle. Taehyung arrives with Yoongi, who is in a large wild cat form. His eyes burn bright yellow.

“If you don’t leave here, you might not get any chance to.” Yoongi adds.

“Ahhhh!!!” Witnessing a talking cat, the couple freaks out and leaves the place.

“So namjoon orders me at the right time…” Yoongi asks through the speakers while running to the destination. I and Taehyung are now sitting on the soft bushy furs inside Yoongi, as he shifts himself into a bus.

“I didn’t know they would come. I thought ignoring them will make them go away.”

“But it’s apparently not.” Taehyung finishes my sentence and lets out a sigh.

The whole ride conquers by silence. I have too many thoughts in my mind, but I don’t have enough courage the share them, to speak hem out. 

I don’t want to worry them or anyone more than now.

I don’t want to be a burden.

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

“What happened, little human?” 

Namjoon asks me immediately as I arrive. I shake my head and assure him I am ok. Even though I say nothing, Taehyung, who is playing a brother role at the moment, tell everything to Namjoon. 

“Y/n, you don’t have to hide. I’m always willing to help you, always will. If those humans bother you, we’ll find a way to stop them.” Namjoon speaks softly despite wearing an anger face.

“I know. It's just, I don’t want to bother you. Every time I have a problem, you somehow find a way to appear and help me.”

“I’m your guardian, Y/n.” 

“But let me deal with it this time. I promise if it’s too much, I will ask for your help.” I propose my deal.

“That also applies to everyone.” Taehyung pouts while Yoongi sighs in defeat. Jimin and Jungkook come out of their hideout. 

Author POV.

And like the deal, no one bothers you. You give Taehyung a leave letter, telling him to send them to your home room teacher. You prepare everything. 

Crash!

Grrrrrrr!!!

You look through the window to see what is happening outside. Your eyes wide open as you see a group of men drilling your house. Two of them are driving a tractor.

Crash!

“STOP! What are you doing?”

“That’s it. I’m calling the police.” You dial the station, however one of them snatch the phone away from you.

“Sorry little missy, but this land belongs to us now. Your parents have already sold the property.” Their leader speaks.

“They can’t. This property belongs to me. All the files are with me. They are under my name. They have no rights to sell it to you!” 

They don’t budge at your explanation. Not until the police officers arrive and arrest them.

Taehyung soon arrives with his grandmother, checking on you after they heard the news. His grandmother let Taehyung stay over, accompany you.

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

Meanwhile, someone watches over you from afar. With what happened a moment ago, they run into a bush.

“We should tell this to Joonie.”

The thin paper vanishes in the air, carried away by the wind.

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

“They crashed your conservatoy? Man, that’s your fav room.” Taehyung burries his face into a pillow with frustration.  

“Gonna fix it later. How was today anyway? Anything for me to catch up later?” You change the topic.

“Stop worry about school, girl. This matter has gone worst. I think you ask hel-”

“We’ve already talked about this, Tae. I can handle this.” 

Taehyung’s shoulders drop instantly. He knows he can’t push you on this one. Accepting his defeat, he then give some ideas on how to rebuild the conservatory. 

And little by little, both of you drift into your dreamland. 

Taehyung POV.

“Where’s the kitchen?”

I mumble with myself while sleepily walking into the darkness. I don’t want to wake y/n up since she has been through a lot today. All she need right now is to rest.

Click...cick...

“Huh?”

Click

“Who’s that?” 

Fully awake because of the sound, now my body is being alert. I grab the nearest vast with me. 

I follow the little click clack sound. Approaching closer and closer to the source, I prepare to swing the vase ad knock them down with all the force I have.

1...2...3!

“Yah!”

Y/N POV.

CRASH!

A loud noise ring my ears, waking me up completely. I run out to check what was happening.

“Taehyung!” 

His head is bleeding. The blood gushes out from his head, making me panic. It doesn’t look like it will stop soon.

“No, Tae-ah. Wake up.” My tears stream down like a river. I can’t thinking straight with Taehyung lies lifelessly in my arms.

“Y/n...ah...the file...” Taehyung tries his best to stay awake. 

‘The file?’

“Keep them safe. They want to...” Taehyung black out beforehe can finish.

“No..Tae.” I start shaking him.

Taehyung faints in my arms. His breath is abnormarlly slow and soft. 

My body is shaking as fear slowly take over my body.

“Namjoon...help me.” I whisper trough my tears.

The bright cicle light appears around me. The wind blustery blows into the room, breaking all windows.

As the light gets brighter, I completely gone blind.

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

“What can I help you, my little human?”

“Namjoon...Namjoooon..hic..” I can’t utter anything out. Fear has already conquer my body. 

“Hoseok, prepare the room for our guest.” 

Hoseok appears. He gives me a smile for a moment until he notices Taehyung in my arms.

“Poor boy. Ok this way.” He grabs Taehyung and takes him away from me.

“Jin hyung, we have patient.” Seokjin appears behind Hoseok the soon as the younger one calls him. 

“Now, my child. Tell me what happened?” 

Namjoon approach me. I refuse to speak or even look at him. I don’t know how to explain what happened. Hell, I don’t een know what happened.

Just then, I feel warmth embrace my figure.I look up and meet with the spirti who is hugging me. Letting me burries my head into his chest, I get the sense of security and calmness.

“You’re tired, yes? Let me know what is your problem and I will blow i away, my child.” His vioce is firm yet gentleness still presents.

I sniff in his dry wood scent. Gaining bac my sense, I arrange my thought andtell him what I know. The man caress my back while I tell the story. When a flash of Taehyung unconcious body pops in my mind, I grip tightly into Namjoon’s arm.

“Taehyung...Tae..will he be alright?”

“Don’t worry. I assure you they will treat him well.”

He bends down, reducing the space between us. A piar of cushion like lips touch mine, making my eyes flutterly close. My grip gets tighter onto his arm. 

“Now, little human, calm down,hmm?” 

I become speechless.

Why did he kiss me?

But it felt right.

No...that’s the god you’re talking about.

Namjoon doesn’t let me answer. Being impatient for who know what’s the reason, he lifts me with him while standing up. I squeek at the sudden motion of his, then tapping lightly onto his chest.

“P..put..me...down.”

“It’s bed time, my child.” He ignores what I ask and taking us out of the room.

Author POV.

The sun radiate the warmth from itself as its light flash over the land. The little ray beams through the window, waking a petite figure inside Namjoon’s arms.

“Hmmm..hnnnggg...” Y/n stirs, trying to wake up from her beauty sleep.

The girl is about to sit up when the arm drags her back into the previous position. Another one then follow and lock you into place securely.

“Sleep, fleur. You need it.” Namjoon slures out his words, calling you with the new nickname.

“But I need to go to the police station. They might...” 

“I’ll let Jimin and Jungkook handle it.” Namjoon cut you off. His amber eyes stare at you, seeing you being eery and stubborn, he states more.

“Yoongi will be there. I don’t want any of them to touch you again, fleur.”

The forest god’s voice is dangerously deep and raspy with a sense of seriousness. You gulp, becoming a little frighten.

“Huh...I’m sorry. Shouldn’t put my anger on you, but I’m worry.” Sensing your shaken state under his body, he apologizes for such behaviour. 

“It’s..ok.”

The silence take over your conversation for a moment. The breathing sound only appear in the thin air.

“Namjoon...”

“Hmmm?” He hums, answering your call.

“Why you..last night...you...”

Namjoon looks at your face. You stutter and being nervous only give him one answer. He smiles, thinkning how cute you are right now, before leaning closer and repeats the same action from last night.

“did this? Because I love my little human and I don’t like seeing her tear. I need to find a way to shush her.” He answers ans gives you a playful smiles.

You say nothing. In the inside, you feel like he is playing with your feelings just because he is the god. Despite he confessed his feeling a minute ago, you seemed to not get the hint.

“Is it because I am a mere human? You were trying to play with m-” A peck suddenly interrupt you.

“Fleur, did you listen to what I say? I just confess my love to you, little human...”

You eyes pop out.

The god has just confessed me?

A human...me?

“Ok, let’s rewind and repeat what I said. I kiss you because  I love you and I don’t like seeing your tear. I need to find a way to shush you. Get the hint?” 

You gasp. 

He really confesses to you. Your heart fill with a warmth fuzzy feeling for awhile until the same worry bugs you again.

“But you are the forest spirit, how can we....”

“That isn’t important. If being the god to protect this land means I can’t love and protect you, I can give it up. That’s how much I love you. Didn’t you think about why I bless you with the connestion between you and me? Why I let you see me and be able to seek my help? How did you follow Jimin and Jungkook and ended up here without being lost? How I know every time you are in trouble?”

With all those questions, the curiousity sparks inside you. Those questions needs their answers.

Why?

“When the forest choose someone, that person will be able to connect with anything, any part, any magic of the forest. You are the chosen one by the forest and me. I let the wind be my messenger. And you, without yourself realize it, also use the wind as the messenger, even though you don’t have any intention when doing so.”

“Am...am I worth it? with all this?”

The spirit doesn’t let you doubt yourself any longer. He cups your face and stare at your chocolate orbs, letting you see that there’s is no lie in his gaze. His hands moves along you curve, reaching your waist, he tighten his embrace.

“You worth it. You are.”

゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜ ゜・。。・゜゜・。。・

Every scattered pieces start coming together, falling back into their place. 

Taehyung gets better.

The trio, Jimin, Jungkook and Yoongi, clear every mess for you. Your parents ends up behind bars with the help of Taehyung’s grandmother, having no chance to come out ever again. 

Hoseok and Jin take care of you and Taehyung.

And for you?

You are now standing in the ceremony. Fully dressing in tradition custume, Hoseok and Jin lead you down the aisle. Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook stand in line, welcoming you. The shrine’s gate gently open, revealing the god, the soon to be you lifetime lover. 

“Welcome the new forest maiden.” As Namjoon announce, the six others kneel down.

“Welcome, mama.” The six speak in unison.

Namjoon walk through the gate and take you by your arm. Cling yours to his, he start leading you into your new home.

“It’s like you were just a child who lost into my shrine yesterday.” He looks at you with soft gaze.

“I’m not a child any more.” You giggle.

“Yes, you are no more my child, but my soulmate.” 

“Joon-ah, stop being cheesy.” You slap his bicept, feeling embarrassed with what he has said.

Namjoon doesn’t let this chance slip. He leans closer to you and whispers, sending the chill down your spine.

“Prepare for tonight, fleur. I’ll be thousand time chessies than this.”

The gentle breeze blow through the moon gate, ringing the bells. As it blow, it brings colorful leaves and petals along as if they intend to gift those for the new maiden, mother of the forest. 

- end -

A/n note

Jimin and Jungkook first appeared in cat and rabbit form. However, in the present time and onward, they come as their human form.

For Taehyung, his grandmother is a shaman. He is the next successor. That’s why he can see Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook and Namjoon. (Sorry for not putting them directly in the story.)

Talking about Y/n background, you guys can pretty much guess from the letter and her fight scene with them. (Too excite to write the idea down, I can’t come up with a stronger background for her, sorry again.)

Background of y/n’s grandmother, she was her real grandmother who didn’t like the city and how y/n’s parents treated her when she was a child. The old lady decided to take her back to the countryside within her care.

Last but not least, this story is for entertainment purpose. I didn’t mean to drag down or give a false information about the culture or religion, even though there’re few photos I use in the banner and mentioning about shrine here and there.

[huffle-dork]

Magnificent hypnotizing Jack as a way of baiting Chase (he is the superhero in this universe right?) and then Magnificent uses Jack, now enhanced with magic powers, to attack him. Jack can try to fight Marvin’s control if it’s not too much for you. I’ll let you decide who wins. Sorry about not being super clear earlier. This is my first time doing this.

(Here’s my first ever writing commission! Left it on a cliff hanger for now cuzzz I didn’t wanna overcharged after taking so long 😅 but I hope y’all enjoy! And slight info about writing commissions here?

Oh and the powers swap!Jack are using are heavily inspired by the amazing @beerecordings and her post about magic jack! Check it out!! Thank you for inspiring me Bee! )

The cafe was buzzing with activity as Alt looked over his warm cup of coffee at the stranger he was meeting. The entertainer had just recently put out an ad for some musical help with his shows and so far, this had been the only guy that had called. The man in question raised an eyebrow up at Alt over his own cup of black coffee as the socially awkward glitch cleared his throat and tried to think of the right way to steer the conversation.

“Ah- i’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?”

The stranger laughed good-naturedly and set down his coffee, smiling kindly at Alt.

“Sean, Sean Mcloughlin. But, all my friends call me Jack. You can call me whatever you prefer, I usually don’t have a preference!”

Alt nodded and smiled timidly, “Nice to meet you then, Jack.” He then paused and flushed, “Uh- i-i told you my name right?”

Jack full on laughed at that, “You don’t do this often, do you?” Alt blushed a bit more and messed with his hair and Jack knocked his arm slightly in a friendly way, “Lighten up dude, I won’t bite ya! Yeah- but i’m not sure i heard ya correctly, it’s Alt?”

“Y-Yeah! Alt. That’s me.”

“Pretty sick name dude- wish my parents named me something cool like that!”

Alt chuckled and took a sip, “Oh trust me- that’s not my real name-”

“Oooh, you know that makes more sense now that you think about it!” The boys both laughed at that. Then, Alt set down his coffee and pulled out his flyer and set it down on the table.

“So, what made you wanna come work with my show?”

Jack’s eyes sparkled- “Well first off, going back to the name thing. Your stage name, Antisepticeye? My friend when I was a kid used to call me Jacksepticeye because of an eye injury I got!”

Alt laughed in disbelief, “No way!”

“I’m completely serious!” Jack giggled, then tapped the flyer before sitting back. “But other than that- I work in the music production industry and I’m a freelance drummer in my spare time! I’ve seen videos of your gig online and it looks like a fun time.”

Alt flushes again, smiling, “Oh- you have?” Then his smile falters, “ah… you know this doesn’t uh… pay much right? It really depends on success and...”

Jack waves his hand and grins, “No problem dude! I just really wanted to get out there and find something fun to do! Drumming, music, sound stuff… it’s all so few and far between- outside work, that is. I’d love a chance to do something different!”

The glitch’s eyes lit up and he smirks lopsidedly at the Irish man, “Well, I can guarantee your nights won’t be boring.”

“Then, count me in!” Jack grinned, extending a hand out to Alt. Alt felt his heart leap into his chest with excitement as he took it, and they shook. The start of a new partnership- a new friendship.

Now, it was a week later. The Saturday night air was crisp and chill as Alt waited outside the venue he rented to practice in. But… it had been almost an hour and a half since Jack had agreed to meet him. He was… getting really worried. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but… he knew a certain someone was out on patrol right now.

Digging into his pocket, Alt quickly pulls out his phone and dials the first number on his speed dial and after only one ring and warm voice answers, “Alt? What’s up Bro?”

“H-Hey Chase- Listen… uh- remember that guy I was talking to you about the other day? The guy I recruited to play with me on my sets?”

Bro took a second before replying, “Oh! That Jack guy right?”

“Y-Yeah that’s him…” Alt stammered, swallowing thickly. The hero’s voice grows more concerned on the other end. “ Alt…? What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

“... yeah actually- I uh… I don’t wanna assume the worse but… Jack was supposed to meet me here almost 2 hours ago… and I haven’t heard from him at all… i… I’m worried something happened to him. Can… Can you keep an eye out for him?”

“I don’t know what he looks like dude- how can I…?” Bro replies as he flies into a more secluded part of town- a semi completed construction project site. Cranes lay abandoned for the night and piles of different steels lay waiting to be used the next day. The hero opens his mouth to continue speaking to his brother when a haunting laugh echoes through the area, sending a chill down his spine and cutting the hero off.

“Chase…?” The glitch asks on the other end.

“Oh Fantastic~” An all too familiar and unwelcome voice calls through the clearing. “I think I have something that’ll interest you!”

Bro touches down to the ground and whispers into his mouthpiece, “Alt… stay on the line… I have a bad feeling about this.” Alt lets out a snort of acknowledgement as the hero makes his way towards the laughter, fists at the ready.

As he rounds the corner, he can see Magnificent, giggling madly as he twirls what looks to be a new puppet around in his green glowing strings, making the boy almost dance as he lifts his arms up and down for his own amusement. Watching the glazed lifeless look in his entranced eyes with crazed excitement like the madman he is. But, as Bro gets closer, he slowly starts to realize something.

“Alt-” Chase whispers in horror, “Jack… is he- brunette with a beard- about 6 foot- g-glasses?”

“... yes-”

“...he’s here. Mag has him. Wait for my signal- then glitch through my phone, got it?”

Alt seems to protest for a second, but eventually he huffs and agrees, “Alright. Be careful.”

“I’ll try…” Bro whispers back, before cracking his neck and standing up tall as he rounds the corner to face the mad magician.

Magnificent’s eyes blaze green at the sight of the superhero and a wolfish grin spreads across his face. “Ah Mr. Fantastic! Welcome Welcome! Have you met my latest puppet?”

Jack turns his head to regard Chase and his eyes and expression- they send shivers down his spine. His eyes are completely filled with chilling static and his expression is completely blank. Magnificent has the poor lad strung up completely in his strings- wrists, waist, legs, neck- Every movement he makes is decided by the corruption. It’s… odd though- Magnificent has never kept such close control on his puppets before… its almost like he’s trying to keep Jack contained.

“Let him go, Magnificent,” Bro Fantastic growled, curling his fists and eyeing the villain down. But, the cat masked man just threw back his head and laughed.

“I don’t think so, hero! Not this time- this one… no, this one is too special~!”

Bro blinked in confusion, “Jack?”

The dark magician grinned way too wide.

“Oh you don’t know what you stumbled across this time, heroes… what a precious commodity you uncovered for me!” Magnificent leaned down and twisted the strings so Jack’s head tilted to look at him, and the villain cupped his face with his sinister claws almost gently.

“This one… oh this one has more power than I could have ever thought possible… it’s simply delicious~! Especially that my little cub Alt found him first for me~”

Bro could hear Alt bristling in his ear, his mic glitching with his anger on the other end.

“I won’t repeat myself Magnificent, Let him go! He’s not your plaything, no one is!” Bro shouted, his eyes lighting up blue silver with power.

Magnificent doesn’t seem to hear him as he giggles and looks down at Jack, loosening some of his strings and running claws down his neck. “Jack~ Why don’t you show Bro Fantastic exactly what it is you can do?”

Jack’s head snaps to Bro and the hero jerks back. His static eyes bore straight into Chase’s soul, like he’s reading it then two glowing blue eyes appear out of the static and stare him down as Jack lumbers forward and shakily raises a hand out to the superhero.

“Yes, Magnificent,” Jack whispers. His hand starts to glow with crazy green and blue light and the world around Bro and Mag starts to shift- actually bending and warping around them. The lights from nearby streetlamps burst and cast the clearing in complete darkness- leaving only the light of Jack’s magic and the colors of Magnificent’s strings caught around him as they whip up in a new strange wind.

“C-Chase? Chase?! What’s happening?!” Alt’s voice shouts over the mic.

Chase backs up and holds up his hands to the other boy-, “J-Jack, I know you don’t know me but I don’t want to hurt you! I’m a friend of Alt’s! He wants to know if you’re okay!”

There seems to be a flicker in Jack’s magic- and the pressure in the air seems to lessen for a second.

“...A...Alt..?” Jack’s voice is small, but echoing through the strange magic in the air.

“Y-Yes! Yes Alt! He was looking all over for you!”

Magnificent growls and tightens his hold, causing Jack to gasp and wince in pain, his outstretched hand almost completely clenching shut-

“Don’t listen to him, puppet! He knows nothing- he doubts your power! Show him!”

Jack’s eyes flood with the brightest blue CHase has ever seen, almost blinding so as the pressure in the warping air increases once more, sending the hero crashing to his knees with a yell. Wind whips Jack’s hair up in crazy directions as he looks Bro down and now closes his hand completely- and Chase can only read his lips as the world completely warps out of focus for him.

“Goodbye, Chase.”