#Rated ma/e

[tomionefinds]

Fluff/Soft Fics

Things are hard. Here are some softer Tom, some humorous, and some fluffy fics to cuddle with. Graphic by Mod April - TF Team

Just Another Girl Alone at the Bar by Spork_in_the_Road

M | Complete | 8k

“Oh Ron-Ron, you’re too funny,” a feminine voice says, giggling. Hermione thinks she might vomit. In which Hermione pretends Tom is her boyfriend until he actually is.

Hot Lips by nauticalparamour

E | One-shot | 3k

When Tom Riddle finds out that Hermione Granger has a phone sex line, his first inclination is to use it to blackmail her. But, once he gets her talking, he doesn't want it to end.

Forever Means Forever by cocoartist

T | Complete | 7k

If she ever saw Unspeakable Number 37 again she would kill him with her bare hands: Hermione's research into the Veil has an unexpected side-effect. COMPLETE.

A Naughty Niffler by bunnystealsyourcarrots

E | One-shot | 2k

Hermione finds herself sucked into an unknown world with an old familiar face

Youth in Retrospect by provocative_envy

E | One shot | 8k

She’s buying a box of condoms when she meets him. “Those are shit, you know,” he says, jerking his chin at the pale purple box in her hand. “Can’t feel anything.” She stares at him for a moment too long. The bell above the door jingles merrily as a rowdy group of schoolboys enters the store. “Excuse you,” she replies, cheeks turning pink.

Nerve Damage by januarywren

T | Complete | 6k

“Working late again?” Hermione asked, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, her raised eyebrow daring him to make a smart remark. That look had sent more than one ex fuming—but not him. Never him. Tom glanced up from his paperwork, his usual mask of indifference giving way to a slow, lazy smile. “Someone has to keep things running smoothly around here. I thought you’d be fast asleep by now, Miss Granger.” She let her gaze wander over the surprising disarray of his desk, piled high with case files and pages dotted with notes in his precise handwriting. She'd teased him more than once about his borderline obsessive need for order, how every pen, every scrap of paper, had its place. But she didn't mention it now or comment on the faint stain on his collar. Losing a patient did things to a person—things no textbook or professor could ever prepare them for. House M.D. Inspired AU | There’s a sickness between Hermione and Tom that neither has any desire to cure. (It isn't love. It isn't. 🖤)

communication errors by esotyric (devilrie)

T | Complete | 7k

sender: tmriddle@walpurgis.net recipient: hermionegranger@gryffinsdor.org subject: Today’s Meeting Granger – Attached is the dry-cleaning bill for the shirt you ruined when you threw your tea at it. I’m not sure if you noticed, but I happened to be wearing the shirt at the time. You are lucky it was cold. Pay the bill and I won’t sue you for assault. Regards, Thomas Marvolo Riddle CEO of Walpurgis Corporate sender: hermionegranger@gryffinsdor.org recipient: tmriddle@walpurgis.net subject: re: Today’s Meeting Riddle – I did notice, because unlike you, I can identify when something is being inhabited, you forest-destroying monster. You do not require a dry cleaner to get herbal tea out of a shirt. The shirt was black, the tea was camomile, and you have no grounds on which to stand nor sue. Your company, however, WILL be exposed for the havoc it is wreaking upon our natural world. Sincerely, Hermione Jean Granger CEO of Not being a Twat

Domestic Bliss by airgloweffect

M | one shot | 693

A snapshot into the life of Tom and Hermione Riddle.AU

Avada Kedavra Anonymous by Speechwriter

K+ | Complete | 8k

No one missed Riddle's pale fist tightening around the useless wand in his lap. "I am Tom," he ground out. "I am here for the sole reason that the alternative was community service." / Hermione moderates a post-Avada Kedavra support group. Chaos ensues.

A Nose that Can See by Colubrina

Hermione Granger has found herself inexplicably tossed back into time to Tom Riddle's Hogwarts. And he's a Veela and, wouldn't you know it, she's his mate. Could life get worse? But he seems to have an endless supply of out-of-season fruit so it can't be all bad, right? Tomione. Major character death, musical theater, and all that fruit. COMPLETE. Hermione Granger has found herself inexplicably tossed back into time to Tom Riddle's Hogwarts. And he's a Veela and, wouldn't you know it, she's his mate. Could life get worse? But he seems to have an endless supply of out-of-season fruit so it can't be all bad, right? Tomione. Major character death, musical theater, and all that fruit. COMPLETE.

Tommy Played Guitar by PacificRimbaud

E | One shot |3k

Tom Riddle takes his coffee black and plays in a rock and roll band.

Playing Cupid by Meowmers

M | Complete | 14k

"I'm beginning to think that I would love to hear you scream." Tomione. Regency AU. Rated-M.

A Four Letter Word by elizabethriddle

E | One shot | 4k

Tom Riddle was not impulsive. He was a planner. He never did anything without carefully considering all possible outcomes and controlling all of the variables. And he never let emotions impact his decisions. He had planned, meticulously, for the post as DADA Professor. How did it all go so wrong?

Sailor Trouble by The-Empress-of-Snark (uleanblue)

Not Rated | Complete | 9k

Hermione Granger attempts to restore the Founder's Relics, with unexpected results.

you did some bad things, but i'm the worst of them by coffeepolariod

E | Complete | 22k

“You want to watch your back, Miss Granger,” Dolohov gestured to Tom with his head. “This man won’t go easy on you, won’t entertain your parlour tricks, and most definitely will not hold back as he tears your confidence down: brick by brick.” or: Hermione Granger needs to win this poker game but Tom Riddle is there at every turn.

Tempora Abducto by Flaignhan (almost anything by this author)

T | Complete | 53k

Inconveniently it's the things that need fixing the most which are often irreparable.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

conservatives. i am begging you. on my hands and knees. blease look at the rating of a cartoon before you start ranting about how they’re trying to corrupt the kids.

i mean yes, they are trying to corrupt the kids, but not via This New Cartoon which is obviously rated TV-MA and the entire premise is obviously adult-oriented. just because it is a cartoon does not mean it’s for kids, and you all have known this since at least the 90s.

[omarfor-orchestra]

Perché ho la sensazione che finirò per lasciare l'università

[babieken]

about the dvd: they only replace the audio of it with the instrumental. the video stays the same, not removed. if they didn't change it or censor it somehow, there wouldn't be a dvd at all, because it would get rated and therefore isn't possible to be sold everywhere. It's all because of Korean rules with rating stuff, this happened to Duality too (there's no physical ver bc it takes too long to fix the Rated licensee and whatever)

Ahhh thats slightly better at least! Based on a couple of tweets i read i thought it meant the entire perf was just removed.

Thats such a weird thing for sk to still be so strict abt considering they went easy on wardrobe choices (i think? I'm pretty sure nowadays idols can much more revealing outfits on music and award shows than a few years back). And the fact that explicit music is easily accessible on the Internet...

[gaytommykinard]

something sweet and something messy

bucktommy • 10k words • rated E • aka the onlyfans au thank you @beefcakekinard for the beta! ♥

“Please, just think about it.” Evan pleads with him.

Tommy laughs as he shakes his head, and the chuckle grows into a full-body hysterical laugh. 

“Tommy, I’m serious!” 

“I know,” Tommy says, drawing in a deep breath to calm himself down. “I know you’re serious, it’s just…” he trails off, still grinning. “You’re asking to fuck me so you can pay the rent. I mean…��

Evan squints as he considers it. “Okay, well, when you put it like that…” he says, and his face splits into a grin, and the amusement on his face makes Tommy laugh again. “I guess I am.”

“Oh, the irony.” 

He’s not technically Evan’s landlord, they’re roommates, but Evan is technically subletting the spare room as it’s only Tommy’s name on the lease, officially. 

Tommy shakes his head and takes another sip of his chamomile tea. He can feel Evan’s eyes on him, studying him, waiting eagerly for his answer. 

He’s sitting crossed-legged on the couch next to him; he’s wearing those stupid grey sweatpants and very obviously going commando, and a really, really slutty tank top that barely covers his chest, looking like he’s dressed up to pitch his idea to Tommy in hopes that his outfit will entice Tommy into agreeing to this, quite frankly, bizarre request. 

The strangest thing about all this is that Tommy is actually considering it.

[continue reading on ao3]

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[writingoddess1125]

They find out your hands are rated E for Everyone

Just me on my Goofy Shit-

Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Buggy, Mihawk and GNReader!

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Luffy

Luffy had been in your families restaurant with his crew, all of them eating and enjoying themselves. As a part of the waitstaff you made your rounds- Stopping when a customer was being rather mean to one of your peers.

"Excuse me what seems to be the problem?" You ask sharply, Pulling the crying waitress behind you.

"Problem!? That stupid fucking waitress told me that you can't do the simplest thing of switch out the baked potato with shrimp!?" The man yelled angrily. Your face twitching at his screaming-

"No we don't, Plates come as is- If you got a problem with it you can leave" You say calmly, ready to just have him escorted out till he smacked you across your cheeks.

"Go Get me your Ma UGGHHH!!" You punched hum right in his fat stomach in an instant, watching him crash into the table of food 6ft away with a single blow. The whole Strawhat crew sewing this and was blown away by the force on one punch!

Luffy smiled brightly at this- You were just what he needed on his crew. Those punches he knew could be devastating and needed on a ship. Waving you over with a grin.

"You're a wonderful Fighter! Wanna be apart of my Crew?"

Sanji

Sanji had taken one hell of a liking to you- You didn't know if it was because he was a natural flirt or possibly just that you had a charm to you- But quickly it was lime two partners in crime.

As Partners in crime you two would shop together the most and pick out what the menu would be.

"We should do the Curry tonight and the seafood pasta tomorrow since we will be closed to Shrimp Bay tommorow" You argue with Sanji who laughs you off with a wave. Insisting he knew better of what to make.

As you two walked tou saw a women who looked at the two of you in disgust and sneered specifically at you. Ignoring the look you wanted to just walk past. However she intentially shouldered you rather hard and You heard it- as the Snooty women passed you by.

"(Insert Slur)"

Before you whipped around like a rocket and punched her square in the jaw sending her stumbling to the side with a past and shriek. Sanji staring in shock at this as he saw how hard that punch was-

Sanji knew then, He had to either Date you or pray you find his flirting funny cause he could not take that level of ass whooping.

"You know what- We can make that Curry like you want"

Zoro

You and Zoro have become rather friendly since you joined the crew- he had warmed up to you faster than others had mainly due to how kind you were and open.

The crew had stopped on a small island to restock supplies, you and Zoro going together to get some toiletries and to keep Zoro from getting lost again-

As you two were walking holding the supplies needed for the ship and talking, when you felt it. A quick and hard slap to your left ass cheek which almost made you drop your supplies, turning around quick you saw a women and her friends laughing as they passed by- Clearly having been the ones who had done so.

"(Y/N)? What was tha-" Zoro tried to ask before his eyes widened as you proceeded to punch the girl square in the nose- Her screaming out loudly as you wooped her ass right there in the Market for all to see. Zoro just watching with what can only be described as a amazed look on his face. When you returned he smirked.

"That was one hell of a punch"

Buggy

You and him are sitting at a bar together on a date, You two had been dating for a short time but it was amazing to say the least.

Sharing drinks and nice conversation. Flirting back and forth with each other it had been a lovely time to say the least- That was till a drunk came stumbling towards you two.

"Man what's with the tomato on your nose!! Ha!!"

"Does it glow if you touch it? Is it real? Hahaha"

He started to laugh at his own jokes as Buggy eyes darkened.

Buggy face twist up in anger at hearing this, ready to rip apart the man himself- However his train of thought is stopped as you stood up suddently and gave the hardest right hook he had seen in his life.

You proceeded to quite literally beat the drunkards face black and blue right there in the bar and drag him outside like he was trash- Your face twisted up in anger and blood splashed with blood.

His eyes sparkled at such a sight- He knew right then and there. Not only was he just a tiny bit scared of you.. But he was defiently going to marry you!

Mihawk

You and Mihawk had been very well acquainted with each other for a long time. He respected you and you him-

Today was similar to all others, He had been called to this Marine Base for an unknown reason- walking together side by side you

"I still can't believe they let monsters in the Marines..." You heard a young cadet hiss to his fellow peers.

You turned sharply at hearing this looking right at the Cadet.

"Care to repeat that Cadet?" You ask sharply, the others quickly shrinking away from your gaze however the stupid cadet stood up and walked straight up towards you two.

"I said- I still can't believe they let monste-" He was cut off by the hard rear uppercut you gave him, Hearing his teeth clatter as you began to beat up the stupid Marine.

Mihawk stared with his eyebrows raised, watching you beat the dog shit out of the Marine who dared to insult him. Typically he would have cut just the ignorant man down himself however this was more amusing to him.

Once you were finished and walking back over to him he pulled out a handkerchief to clean.your hands.

"That is very impressive Darling. Come, Id hate for a mess to be on your precious form"

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Glory Hallelujah

Written for day 25 of the @steddieholidaydrabbles and the 12 Days of Christmas bonus card of the @steddiebingo

Prompts: Christmas & Glory Hole

Rated: E

Tags: Post-Vecna; Everybody Lives; Rockstar Eddie; Sex Clubs; Glory Holes; Blowjobs; Reunions

Notes: I did a poll to determine which prompt from the bingo card I should combine with the Christmas prompt of the holiday drabbles. Merry Dick-mas, you filthy heathens, I love all of you! ❤️

Eddie isn’t sure what the correct word for someone like him is. He’s been pondering it over four beers now, watching the bored-looking girl at the center of the room spin around her pole, but without any success. 

Pathetic springs to mind, but that isn't strong enough. There must be a stronger word than pathetic for someone spending Christmas at a goddamn sex club. But he was lonely, and he had nowhere to go, so it seemed like a good idea. 

It wasn’t. The place is glaringly empty, even Indy’s kink scene having better places to be on this most magical of nights.

He should’ve gone to Kentucky with Wayne. 

Except this is the old guy’s first time meeting his girlfriend’s family, and Eddie can just imagine how this would’ve played out if he’d tagged along.

Hi, I’m Eddie, Wayne’s nephew. Yeah, I might look familiar. Yeah, I was on the cover of Rolling Stone last month. Thanks, I’m happy your grandkids like my music. Yeah, no, I didn’t commit those satanic murders, that was- Listen, can we talk about my uncle? 

So, instead, here he is. 

Fuck, he hasn’t felt this miserable and mad at himself since that one time he told Steve Harrington to get back with his girl while inconspicuously ogling the guy’s sweaty chest hair under his own battle vest. 

Eddie sighs, getting up from his chair. He might as well head home while he still has some self-respect left.

He's almost at the exit when something catches his eye. There's a row of stalls in the wall, each with its own lockable door. 

The light over one is on. 

There's no fucking way, he thinks, even as his feet carry him right over and into the adjacent cabin. Someone probably forgot to kill the light. There's no fucking way anyone is in there. That would be at least as pathetic as a fucking rock star going to a fucking sex club on fucking Christmas day because he's a depressed moron. 

Still, he goes in, locks the door and pulls down his pants. The hole in the wall stares back at him like it's trying to mock him. Eddie tells himself to stop being silly. 

Worst case scenario is he stands here with his limp dick poking through a hole in the wall like an idiot. Nobody will know, because nobody’s there. Best case scenario is he gets to blow off some steam. 

Nothing happens. 

Eddie sighs and is just about to pull out when suddenly, there's movement. His heart leaps into his throat. He hears it all through the thin wall. A sharp intake of breath, like whoever is on the other side is just as surprised as him. They probably are. They've probably been in there a while. Then, the thud of knees hitting the floor. Eddie has just enough time to think that the mystery person must be really eager for this before he feels soft, warm lips wrapping around his tip. 

Whoever the person in the other stall is, they sure know what they’re doing. They start out gently, slowly sliding Eddie’s swelling cock in and out of that deliciously warm mouth, tongue teasing the length of him. Once he's fully hard, the tongue is joined by a hand, alternating soft licks with firm strokes, and Eddie feels something urgent and hot build at the base of his spine. He moans, fingers grasping the top of the stall for leverage as his hips buck, trying to get closer to that mouth even with the wall between them. 

They keep this up for several minutes. Eddie tries to keep his voice down, but it seems like each of his groans and whimpers spurs the other person on. And then, they scrape their teeth over his tip, and a startled curse escapes his lips, and they swallow him all the way down, as far as the wall allows. 

Eddie comes with a hoarse shout, spilling hot and wet into that mouth. The other person doesn’t pull away. Eddie feels their throat constricting around him as they swallow.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie groans, forehead sagging against the wall. His arms feel like jelly from supporting his weight. “Shit. Jesus. Shitshitshit.” 

And that is when the other person pulls off. 

“Eddie, if it’s you, please come out?” 

“Wait a sec,” says a voice. A voice garbled and wrecked from sucking his cock and swallowing his come. A voice that Eddie hasn’t heard in ten years.

Eddie’s heart stops. On the other side of the wall, a door opens.

“Eddie?” Right outside his own door. “Shit, is that really you?”

This isn’t real. It’s some bizarre, orgasm-induced pipe dream brought about by too much beer and seasonal depression. There’s no way the person outside is who Eddie thinks he is. 

He does. At least he remembers to pull up his pants first.

The door swings open, and there he is. Steve Harrington, ten years older but no less gorgeous, clad in skintight denim and a silky purple shirt, lips turned up into a delighted smile. They’re still swollen and shiny. 

“I knew it!” he cheers, pulling Eddie into a hug. “Nobody else babbles curses like that.”

Eddie grunts. Steve pulls back, holding him at arm’s length. 

“Looking good,” he smiles. “Even better than on that Rolling Stone cover. How have you been, man? Dustin said you talk sometimes, but you never-” 

“What the fuck is going on here?” Eddie blurts. His knees are wobbly and his head is spinning. “You aren’t- … You just sucked my- … You’re straight!” 

Steve laughs, and it’s every bit as breathtaking as Eddie remembers. 

“Yeah, no, I figured that out a while ago. Which you would know, if you’d just kept in touch.” He winks right into Eddie’s gobsmacked face, then takes him by the shoulder and steers him towards the bar. “How about you buy me a drink? We can celebrate this little Christmas miracle, and I’ll bring you up to speed.” 

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[allzelemonz]

Might As Well: Negan Smith X FTM Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 4, Forced Proximity Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ and ‘guy’ Physical Sex: AFAB, neutral wording used except in warnings section Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Negan says trans people are hot, Negan being gay, Negan has a dick size fixation, Negan is his own warning, cave in, trapped together, trans reader, trans male reader, vaginal sex, mention of pregnancy possibility but nothing positive, brief masturbation, top Negan and bottom Reader, mention of Reader being thick, mention of future oral sex Summary: While scouting through a cave system, you and Negan get cut off from the others.

The cave-in happened without a lot of warning. Just enough rumbling for everyone to panic, not nearly enough to get Negan out. The rocks fell, filling the whole passage and leaving the rest of the scout team on the other side while you and Negan stand between the fallen rocks and a natural dead end. You can faintly hear Simon and Regina shouting at the rest to shut up, but nothing beyond that.

You look back at Negan, eyes searching for injuries on your boss. “You good?”

He nods. “Dandy, just fucking dandy.”

“Alright!” Simon shouts from the other side of the rocks. “We’re gonna need some tools, probably wood to prop up the cave, get the fuck back to the truck.”

Negan smirks, leaning against the wall. “That’s my Simon, getting shit done.”

“Still gonna be a while.” You run a hand along the rocks. “Shit’s pretty thick, boss.”

“It ain’t the only thing.” Negan mutters, tilting his head as he looks you over. “Would you be absolutely offended if I said I wanted to stuff whatever hole you got, man?”

“Funny, boss.” You mutter, still scanning the rocks to find some kind of opening.

“You think I’d joke about that?” Negan huffs. “You’re a good lieutenant, don’t get me wrong, but my first pick for you was husband. And since we got a while, well… we might as well, huh?”

You look back at him, finding his face oddly steady as opposed to that typical bullshit expression.

“Now.” He sighs, setting Lucielle aside and starting to unbuckle his belt. “Either I beat it to your handsome fucking face or I get to stick this uncomfortable problem between your legs. But I am gonna get off either way, cause you’ve had me hard for like an hour.”

You watch with a bit of a swirling mind as he pulls himself from his pants and starts to stroke.

“Feel free to jump in.” He groans lightly as his head rests back against the cave wall.

You feel a dryness in your throat, a throbbing below the waist, and the immediate image of your boss fucking you into the rocks beneath your feet.

“Okay…” Your voice comes out scratchy and low enough that, in the back of your mind, you wish it would always sound like that.

He pauses, smiling over at you. “Any boundaries I need to know about?”

You crinkle your brow, not fully expecting him to care about something like that.

“Look, man…” He sighs, shaking out his hand. “You ain’t the first guy in that situation I’ve had and you definitely won’t be the last. All I wanna know is if I can touch everything without a lotta grief or if I should just hold your hips and fuck.”

It surprises you for half a second before you realize that, of course, Negan has not only fucked the occasional non-traditional guy but knows how to make that fuck go over well enough that he can empty his balls. “Second one.” You mutter, unbuttoning your pants.

“I’ll keep that in mind. You okay on your stomach?”

You nod, carefully kneeling on the rocks and pulling your pants down your thighs.

“And as far as I’m concerned your dick would probably be huge.” He chuckles as he takes your hips and guides you to prop them up as you settle on your stomach. “You got the biggest balls kinda attitude, but it’s like you don’t give a shit and that’s hot as fuck for me.”

“Thanks…” You mutter quietly, trying not to feel any particular way about the small affirmation.

“Anytime.” He presses his tip up against you, dragging it gently. “Maybe we can find you a nice big dick so you can fuck me next time. One that suits you, gotta be at least eight inches and nice round nuts for a guy as hot as you.”

He presses in, sinking in one thrust as he groans and squeezes your hips. Your back arches on instinct, the filling sensation making everything throb and heat in seconds. Your hand goes to your mouth as he starts to move, not wanting to make anything echo through the other caves.

“Taking it like a champ.” Negan mutters. “Fuck, I can get real deep with you.” He grinds into you, his balls pressing firmly against your skin. “Ya gotta let me cum inside, baby, it’s too good. Dr. Carson’s got pills and shit, just say I can.”

You nod lightly. “It’s fine, boss.”

“Yeah…” He picks up his pace, hunching over you to get deeper. “That’s my guy, huh? Giving the boss everything he can.”

You press your head against the cool rock floor and bite deep into your hand to keep the sounds at bay. Negan’s good. He knows how to fuck and fuck good. Every shove forward now brings you close and it’s one final thrust that brings Negan over that gets you too. He floods you, warm and already leaking out around his dick as it’s settled as deep in you as it can go. You shutter and groan into your hand as your body milks him dry. The two of you lay for a moment, Negan lowers your hips to rest on the ground and hums into your neck as he rests lightly on top of you.

“Next time we’re stuck, I’m sucking whatever dick you got.” He mutters against your skin, giving you a small kiss. “I know there’s shit to make it bigger, and I’ll be damned if I can’t find something. You got no idea how much I wanna get my mouth around it.”

“You plan on getting us stuck in a cave again?” You mumble, a bit tired from the intensity as you lazily shift under him to get more comfortable.

“You could just come see me.” Negan smiles against your neck. “I’d suck you off anytime.”

[baekhyunsbestie]

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⠀⠀ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ONE-SHOTS .ᐟ

home┊wc: 4.4k

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyunx f!reader, established relationship, pet names, language, baekhyun’s a lil yandere and pussy-whipped (i mean ofc i cant imagine him any other way), a REAL EATER iykwim, v v v intimate, fluffyyyyy. reader and baek take a huge step in their relationship <3

do you like scary movies?┊wc: 5.3k+

⟢ ib: this anon (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) ⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. language, ghostface!baekhyun x f!reader--baekhyun is a psychologist and reader is a bakery owner, no ages specified, but i was thinking mid-late twenties!! they're also next-door neighbors 🙂‍↕️ hehe

the boy is mine ┊wc: 1.9k+

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. established relationship, language, pet names, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie

god is a woman┊wc: 5.6k

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. you’re a milf, baekhyun’s a dilf, and he calls you “ma” + “mama” :’), married!au, new parents, slice of life, angst + fluff, pet names, body worship, breastfeeding kink, fingering + oral + overstim (f! receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, breeding kink, and a whole lot of baekhyun talking you through it 😮‍💨 phhheeeeewwwww

been away┊wc: 1.3k

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. facetime sex w/ baekhyun x f!reader. ⟢ BONUS 🤭

truth be told┊wc: 24.2k

⟢ requested by this lovely anonie <3 :') ty baby! ⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. pediatrician!baekhyun x f!reader. chanyeol x f!reader. baekhyun x f!oc. lovers to strangers to co-parents to lovers again. angst, slow burn, fluffy, then we get reaaaallll smutty ⟡ pet names, praise kink, body worship, unprotected sex, p in v, bulge kink, creampie, slight breeding kink (y'all should know me by now 🤟🏼😣) ⟡

choose┊wc: 22.5k

⟢ an arranged marriage au req’d by this qt anonie <3 :’) ty lovie! ⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. baekhyun x f!oc. sehun x f!reader. arranged marriage au. strangers to friends to lovers. the trifecta: angst, fluff, smut ⟡ alcohol consumption, explicit language, jealousy on both sides, solo masturbation (baek), pet names, praise kink, body worship, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, breeding kink, creampie ⟡

CHILL BABY┊wc: 19.3k

⟢ a continuation of this :') switched up on the setting but the plot’s still p much the same hehe <333 ⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. jongin x f!reader. mentions of other exos. jealous!baekhyun. corporate!au. enemies to lovers. fake dating. ⟡ fluff & smut ⟡ alcohol consumption, explicit language, pet names, praise kink, body worship, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, creampie ⟡ 

⠀⠀ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ misc .ᐟ

ᡣ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶𐭩 drabbles, thirsts + headcanons can be found here!!!!

TOUCH IT!┊wc: 955

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun and those damn fingers x f!reader

WAKE UP┊wc: 764

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. f!reader waking baekhyun up w/ her mouth, language, pet names, somnophilia, oral (m receiving)

BACKhyun┊wc: 422

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun and his back 😵‍💫 x f!reader

muse┊wc: 958

⟢ content: no warnings (ikr who am i). suuuuper soft n fluffy! baekhyun is a landscape photographer and f!reader is his muse :')

DROWN┊wc: 2.5k+

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun's lips x f!reader.

raw┊wc: 450

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader's "first time" lmfao

boy dad!baekhyun┊wc: 433

⟢ content: no warnings <3 just baekhyun as a boy dad

girl dad!baekhyun:┊wc: 434

⟢ content: no warnings <3 just baekhyun as a girl dad

hair┊wc: 186

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. hair pulling, oral (f!receiving)

picture you┊wc: 1.6k+

⟢ content: SMUT. 18+/MDNI. baekhyun x f!reader. baekhyun calls you when he’s going through his hidden folder on his photos app 🤭

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[facelesssbirds]

Cuddles || Genshin

A.N. Summary: How you (and them) cuddle. Characters: F!Reader, Neuvillette, Furina, Beidou (I promise Childe will be in the next one...) Rating: E - Everyone <33 P.S. If you have requests, I'd really appreciate it! I'm trying to grow my writing skills through fan fiction, because it brings a lot of joy to people, so... I'll do my best tysm!

Neuvillette is all seriousness and perfection in public, but when you get him alone, he devolves into a cuddly teddybear that just adores curling up on the couch with you, just lazing around.

That isn't to say he's opposed to days like this, where you've crashed his lunch break, he had planned to skip it completely, the overflow of documents from the court clerk's office standing tall and unrelenting at his desk.

"Neuvi!" You grinned, opening the door, "I brought lunch."

He looked up, only briefly, giving you a hint of a smile, "Oh? What'd you get today?"

He had long since learned that even kicking you out wouldn't deter you, and your insistence on making sure he got proper time to rest.

"Steak-Frites," You said, tossing a few bags onto his coffee table, "Nothing special."

He raised a brow, almost imperceptibly, "Oh? Then, ma trésor, why are you here so unannounced?"

You laughed nervously, wringing your hands behind your back, almost like a child who's been caught stealing from a cookie jar, your eyes darting to his, then away, a faint flush painting your cheeks.

"Well..." You trailed off, busying yourself with the cuff of your sleeve, "cuddles?"

He chuckled, a low rumbled, barely there as he stood from his desk glancing at the clock.

"I suppose I have time."

Furina is a clingy lover, you come to understand very early into the relationship, but despite her grandiose and facades, she's a private person. She didn't want her lover to be the subject of whispers and rumors, or scandals, no she wants you all to herself, safe and sound, thank you very much.

Still, when you're home alone, and she's just gotten back from a particularly interesting day at court, she'll hop down next to you on the couch, regardless of what you had been doing earlier, and snuggling into your arms. Then she'll talk.

You always enjoyed hearing Furina talk, it was where her passion shined out into the world, even when she was being particularly needy.

"And so I said, 'well you can't--'," Furina cut herself off, looking at something on the coffee table, she was snuggled right under your head, the book you had previously been reading discarded.

"Furina?" You probed quietly, your arms tightening around her waist.

She turns to look at you, scooting sideways, and pouts, "You had hot-chocolate without me!"

You chuckle, realizing what this is about, "Ma cherie, do you want some?"

She burrowed under the blankets, "Yes, please!"

"Well then, you know you're going to have to move... right?" You warned her, a amused smile creeping onto your face.

She pouts, again, this time more jokingly, "I will not! I am Lady Furina, the Hydro Archon and I will not move for you!"

You laugh along, gently moving her out of the way, so you can go to the kitchen and make your darling a nice cozy drink.

Beidou normally didn't do cuddling. Not that she was against it or anything, but the whole 'physical affection' thing came easy for her towards friends, it was entirely different with lovers. Not to say she was nervous, more-so she was just... unfamiliar with the concept.

As a girl who grew up on the sea, and with a love for the sea, work and friendliness ran in her veins, romance however was something of a mystery. She could flirt seven way to heaven and charm a man of his beard, sure, but that didn't make up for her absolute unawareness of the... fluff that came with love.

"Beidou--" You wined, coming out of the captains cabin just after the sun had risen. Today was supposed to be your and Beidou's day off, and you had planned to sleep in, and laze the day away. Naturally, you dearest, ever hardworking had derailed those plans.

Still, she looked up, smiling at you, and yelling your name. You waved back from above, yawning. Nonetheless she was beside you in a flash, "Good morning, sleepyhead-- you're up late."

You gave her a deadpan stare that conveyed, 'it's too early for this.' before nestling into her side, and arm wrapped around her waist.

"I wanted cuddles," You whined, it seemed that your day off had made you a bit bratty, "Its out day off, we should spend it... like, taking time off."

She laughed, hearty, "This is me taking the day off," She grinned, and you returned it with a smile, "But- I suppose, I can make an exception, just this once."

Your initial smile lit up, suddenly energized you tugged Beidou away from the crew. Perhaps a new experience wouldn't hurt?

[sailoryooons]

T R I C K O R T R E A T

presented by BTS Fantasy and Fangs

Celebrate this Hallows' Eve with legends told by our most esteemed ghouls. Enter worlds of the unknown and lose yourself in these tales. But beware: one might lose themselves in these hallowed stories.

Rating: Works range from SFW and NSFW. Each work will have its own set of warnings.

Note: This collaboration features works written as general works and works that were assigned via a Secret-Santa style within the BTS Fantasy & Fangs server in which writers did not know who was gifting them a work!

LEGENDS COMING THROUGHOUT OCTOBER.

T R I C K S

☾ Title: Devil Town

☾ Pairing: Platonic OT7 x reader

☾ Summary: You take a chance and spend a month in Devil Town: a quaint little place nestled deep in the woods of The Unknown, where the air is always a touch chilly, things are never quite what they seem, and no one will tell you anything.

☾ Genre/AU: Autumn?? A lil spooky, a lil whimsy, a lil mystery; not quite angst, not quite fluff

☾ Rating: PG 

as told by @park-jimin-isnt-real

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☾ Title: Handmaidens

☾ Pairing: OT7 x reader

☾ Summary: When the murder of handmaidens begin in Joseon, you are assigned to serve the throne – the seven imperial princes, sons of Lord Sihyuk. Despite your loyalty, your suspicions begin to rise about the killings. Can you escape the palace before it’s too late? 

☾ Genre/AU: Joseon Era thriller/slasher

☾ Rating: TBD

as told by @eserethriddle

☾ Title: Have Mercy 

☾ Paring: Demon!Jimin x Reader | Alpha!Yoongi x Reader | Demon!Jimin x Alpha!Yoongi 

☾ Summary: As a crossroads demon, Jimin is no stranger to vile creatures. Summoned once more, Jimin is surprised to find one of the purest souls asking for his help. Not only does he accept her deal, but while watching over her, Jimin finds himself falling for the very soul he is meant to devour. Eager to confess, Jimin summons the sweet soul only for his plan to turn sour when someone far more evil finds her alone. 

☾ Genre/AU: Angst | Smut | Strangers to Lovers | Demon AU | A/B/O AU 

☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

as told by @sweetestofchaos

Title: The One who Saved Us All

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: It's the annual Halloween celebration in Seoul, where everyone from different walks of life get together and celebrate the history of the Vidyadhara. But when someone decides to cause some trouble, Seokjin's best-kept secret comes to life.

Genre/AU: Halloween, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Disaster?

Rating: Maybe M to MA 15+

as told by @quirkybtsarmy

☾ Title: Simply Meant to Be

☾ Pairing: pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader

☾ Genre/AU: nightmare before Christmas au, romance, horror, smut

☾ Rating: m (18+)

☾ Summary: You aren’t sure how any of it can be real. This place…these creatures…this man.

You wake up next to a man you’ve never seen before with no memory of who he is or where you are.

But everyone in town seems to know you. You belong to the Pumpkin King. Scared and utterly terrified you run into someone who claims they can help you remember. And now you’re starting to wonder if that’s truly what you want.

as told by @caelesjjk

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T R E A T S

☾ Title: Blessed With A Curse

☾ Pairing: Werewolf!Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

☾ Summary: When your company throws a mandatory Halloween party, you aren’t thrilled. You’re even less thrilled when a delusional coworker ruins the party and places a curse on everyone because her crush, the resident werewolf, Jeon Jungkook, rejected them. OR When a coworker gets rejected at the company Halloween party, things get crazy.

☾ Genre/AU: Smut, Werewolf AU, Hybrid AU, Modern Magic AU

☾ Rating: NC-17

as told by @sweetestofchaos for @jessikahathaway

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☾ Title: Bump In The Night

☾ Pairing: Bogeyman!Yoongi x f. reader

☾ Summary: The dark can be scary; full of strange, unseen things. Just when you think you’ve got a handle on your fear, the lights go out, and you face the reality that you were always right—you should fear the dark and especially what’s waiting in it.

☾ Genre/AU: Monster Under The Bed, Horror/Thriller, Angst, Smut

☾ Rating: MA

as told by @colormepurplex2 for @minisugakoobies

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☾ Title: Carmen

☾ Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x human!Taehyung

☾ Summary: Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous. 

☾ Genre/AU: Supernatural, Vampires, Smut

☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature

as told by @sailoryooons for @gimmethatagustd

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☾ Title: Fledgling

☾ Pairing: Jungkook x Namjoon

☾ Summary: Jungkook is tired of his dreary existence. So when a mysterious stranger offers him a way out of life as he knows it, he takes it without hesitation.

☾ Genre/AU: Vampire AU, horror, smut

☾ Rating: 21+ | Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

as told by @theharrowing for @sweetestofchaos

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☾ Title: Love As Soft As a Distant Star

☾ Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader, Min Yoongi | Park Jimin

☾ Summary: You didn’t mean to fall in love with your husband and fellow Witches’ Councilmember Yoongi, but here you are: in love. (How gauche and not the thing. You’re co-workers, not lovers.) It’s particularly inconvenient since he is in love with someone else. 

☾ Genre/AU: Witch AU, arranged marriage AU

☾ Rating: Explicit/Mature

as told by @vyduan for @colormepurplex2

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☾ Title: Lose Your Head

☾ Pairing: Park Jimin x F!Reader

☾ Summary: As a constable’s assistant you have several duties to him and the police force. Not only as his assistant, but as his dear friend. However, when an ominous summoning sends you and Jimin both to the town of Sleepy Hollow, you fear there might be more at play than either of you understand. And feelings that you’d hope to bury for life bubble to the surface...

☾ Genre/AU: Movie!AU, Thriller, SleepyHollow!AU, Smut, Romance. Rating: 21+

as told by @jessikahathaway for @/sailoryooons

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☾ Title: The Love Witch

☾ Pairing: witch!yoongi x demon!taehyung

☾ Summary: Despite being a popular romance blogger, Yoongi isn’t interested in finding love. He only summons a demon boyfriend to prove to his followers that it’s possible. He’ll send Taehyung right back to Hell once he’s done with him, obviously.

☾ Genre/AU: fantasy, strangers to lovers, fake dating (kinda), light angst, smut, fluff, humor

☾ Rating: 18+

as told by @gimmethatagustd for @theharrowing

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☾ Title: Passage

☾ Pairing: Captain!Yoongi x Dracula!Jimin

☾ Summary: For several years, Min Yoongi and the crew of the Magpie have sailed the perilous waters of the Pacific, surviving treacherous waves and other deadly threats in order to deliver goods to the West. Now, on his final voyage as captain, Yoongi is about to face a danger like none he’s ever seen before - and he may find it too tempting to resist. 

☾ Genre/AU: horror, supernatural, angst, smut, Dracula!AU

☾ Rating: M(18+)

as told by @minisugakoobies for @vyduan

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Disclaimer: This is a collaboration put on for members of the BTS Fantasy and Fangs Server. These stories, characters, and festivals used here are not meant to represent any real or factual people, places, or things.

[tomionefinds]

Christmas/Yule Fics

moodboard by mod @april-17-rose

This list is by no means comprehensive.

-TF Team

A Christmas Story by KyokiMidori

Not Rated | One Shot |3k

Some Christmas Traditions are better left alone.

The Hogwarts Christmas Orb by NerysDax

E | Complete | 31k

Christmas is a time of peace and joy, and most of all, presents. Do Tom and Hermione get what they want or what they need? 2012 Secret Santa Tomione Fic Exchange - gift for Serpent In Red

An Equal Exchange by Izzo

E | One shot | 7k

“This is the man who destroyed Myrtle Warren’s arsehole, Ginny. He has a lust for violence.” “No, Hermione. He’s the reason she’s even called Moaning Myrtle, okay?” -- Feminist porn star Hermione Jean doesn’t get fucked—she does the fucking. So when hardcore king Tom Riddle contacts her to film a holiday scene with him, she’s far from enthused. She really should have put him on her No list. But maybe there’s more to the man, the myth, the monster than his body of work lets on.

gilded by peppershark

E | Complete | 6k

Hermione is in Pansy’s room, staring in the mirror at her bewildered face with a dozen brushes flitting about her head. Makeup. Ugh. It will only be worth it if he catches sight of her… If she can inspire the same jealousy burbling in her stomach like a cauldron of the Draught of Living Death. My, how Slytherin she’s become.

Santa Tom is Coming to Town

T | One Shot | 4k

Au! Tom tries to impress Hermione by dressing up as Santa Claus. He decides to fulfil a wish he didn't expect to hear.

new traditions by Anonymous

T | One shot | Under 1k

Tom is new to holiday traditions, so Hermione teaches him exciting and fun traditions. However, there is one she hasn't told him about, and Ginny is determined to put it to good use.

A Deadly Gift by fandomgalore

M | One shot | Under 1k

Christmas was a horribly muggle tradition, and thus not one Tom was inclined to participate in. Hermione did like Christmas and she would always give Tom a Christmas present even if he didn’t get her anything. This year she’s giving him his present early.

don't kiss me under the mistletoe by nekositting

E | One shot | 3k

Being placed on the naughty list can come with an array of consequences, and sometimes, far steeper than a sack of coal.

Ringing in Christmas by articcat621

E | One shot | 1k

They ring the holiday in their own way.

Rock, Paper, Scissors by provocative_envy

T | One shot | 1k

It had been unprecedented, and their courtship had consisted of almost nothing but thinly-veiled threats and coldly-delivered insults—there had been screaming matches in the Transfiguration corridor, a rather memorable month of increasingly creative hexes over breakfast, and a peculiarly understated admission of mutual attraction on Christmas morning.

[bangtanficsforyou]

Hello, Love! (JJK)- 03

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, probable smut (we don’t know yet lololol)

Rating: 18+

Summary: You had a plan when you returned home, seven years later. However, falling in love with your sister’s fiance wasn’t it.

Word count: 6.2K

Warning: for this chapter; there's some heavy mentions of drugs. Except, for that, there's so much happening 😩.

Fun fact: the picture in the middle is actually a screenshot of a scene from the movie this series is based upon 🤭

Series Masterlist

“Any update?”

“Sir, we haven’t heard anything back yet.”

Jungkook sighs, having expected that answer. “Keep trying to contact them, and as soon as you hear anything back from them, let me know.”

He emphasizes the word anything because at this point, he genuinely believes rejection would be better than being kept hanging. At least, a rejection would help him have a practical understanding of the scenario and remaining options.

“And how are the preparations for the party going?”

“Sir, we have arranged most of the things, if you like you can pay us a visit and inspect things yourself,” his manager replies.

“Yeah, maybe after my meeting with Mr. Han, I’ll drop by at the hotel,” Jungkook nods to himself, thinking that, that will be the ideal way to go about things. “Remember, everything should be perfect. If everything goes as planned, I’m sure Riya will be impressed.”

“Don’t worry sir, we will look after it.”

You wake up to the sound of your alarm.  

You look around, taking in the room, and notice the soft blankets that are currently wrapped around you. For a moment, your mind feels blurry, having no recollection of last night whatsoever. However, once the memories come back to you, you relax into the soft mattress and sigh at the comfort.

Your eyes start drifting again and you feel this weird sense of giddiness at the thought of having slept so comfortably after ages. Unfortunately, you are stopped from going back to the world of dreams by a constant dribbling of a ball against the floor.

You frown and raise your head slightly to figure out what is causing the noise. From the slight space that the open door leaves, you see a young kid playing with a small ball.

The sight causes you to jolt awake.

You quickly grab your handbag, which was thankfully lying right next to your bedside. You shuffle through your bag and heave a huge sigh of relief upon finding the item you were looking for; a golf sized ball.

It’s safe, you think to yourself and put the ball back in its place.

Knowing that the drowsiness you were trying to lean into, is gone, you decide that it would be smart to utilize the time to reply to any texts or e-mails you might have received.

However, your face drops when you see the notification of several missed calls on your home screen. Your entire body freezes in panic, and you feel an overwhelming sense of fear take over your body.

You gulp and press the ‘call back’ button.

You don’t think that the call goes past even one ring before it’s picked up on the other side.

A very panicked and worried voice greets you. “Y/N, yǒu gēngxīn ma?” Y/N, any update? 

You shake your head, “hái méiyǒu.” Not yet.

“Qǐng jǐn nǐ suǒ néng. Xùnsù de. Fǒuzé yīqiè dūhuì huǐ diào.” Please do whatever you can. Quickly. Or else everything will get ruined

“Wǒ zhèngzài jìnlì. Bié dānxīn, wǒ huì xiǎng bànfǎ de.” I'm trying my best. Don't worry, I'll figure something out.

As you cut the call, you’re left with nothing but a pile of emotions that you have no idea how to deal with. You rub your temples and try to take a few deep breaths in hopes that this feeling of being paralyzed would pass.

However, you give up within less than a minute, and at the very next moment, you find yourself shuffling through your bag again. 

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bangtanficsforyou

Hello, Love! (JJK)-03

New

4 days ago

Genre: fluff, angst, probable smut (we don’t know yet lololol)

Rating: 18+

Summary: You had a plan when you returned home, seven years later. However, falling in love with your sister’s fiance wasn’t it.

Word count: 6.2K

Warning: for this chapter; there's some heavy mentions of drugs. Except, for that, there's so much happening 😩.

Fun fact: the picture in the middle is actually a screenshot of a scene from the movie this series is based upon 🤭

“Any update?”

“Sir, we haven’t heard anything back yet.”

Jungkook sighs, having expected that answer. “Keep trying to contact them, and as soon as you hear anything back from them, let me know.”

He emphasizes the word anything because at this point, he genuinely believes rejection would be better than being kept hanging. At least, a rejection would help him have a practical understanding of the scenario and remaining options.

“And how are the preparations for the party going?”

“Sir, we have arranged most of the things, if you like you can pay us a visit and inspect things yourself,” his manager replies.

“Yeah, maybe after my meeting with Mr. Han, I’ll drop by at the hotel,” Jungkook nods to himself, thinking that, that will be the ideal way to go about things. “Remember, everything should be perfect. If everything goes as planned, I’m sure Riya will be impressed.”

“Don’t worry sir, we will look after it.”

You wake up to the sound of your alarm.  

You look around, taking in the room, and notice the soft blankets that are currently wrapped around you. For a moment, your mind feels blurry, having no recollection of last night whatsoever. However, once the memories come back to you, you relax into the soft mattress and sigh at the comfort.

Your eyes start drifting again and you feel this weird sense of giddiness at the thought of having slept so comfortably after ages. Unfortunately, you are stopped from going back to the world of dreams by a constant dribbling of a ball against the floor.

You frown and raise your head slightly to figure out what is causing the noise. From the slight space that the open door leaves, you see a young kid playing with a small ball.

The sight causes you to jolt awake.

You quickly grab your handbag, which was thankfully lying right next to your bedside. You shuffle through your bag and heave a huge sigh of relief upon finding the item you were looking for; a golf sized ball.

It’s safe, you think to yourself and put the ball back in its place.

Knowing that the drowsiness you were trying to lean into, is gone, you decide that it would be smart to utilize the time to reply to any texts or e-mails you might have received.

However, your face drops when you see the notification of several missed calls on your home screen. Your entire body freezes in panic, and you feel an overwhelming sense of fear take over your body.

You gulp and press the ‘call back’ button.

You don’t think that the call goes past even one ring before it’s picked up on the other side.

A very panicked and worried voice greets you. “Y/N, yǒu gēngxīn ma?” Y/N, any update? 

You shake your head, “hái méiyǒu.” Not yet.

“Qǐng jǐn nǐ suǒ néng. Xùnsù de. Fǒuzé yīqiè dūhuì huǐ diào.” Please do whatever you can. Quickly. Or else everything will get ruined

“Wǒ zhèngzài jìnlì. Bié dānxīn, wǒ huì xiǎng bànfǎ de.” I'm trying my best. Don't worry, I'll figure something out.

As you cut the call, you’re left with nothing but a pile of emotions that you have no idea how to deal with. You rub your temples and try to take a few deep breaths in hopes that this feeling of being paralyzed would pass.

However, you give up within less than a minute, and at the very next moment, you find yourself shuffling through your bag again. 

“Auntie, I only drink black tea,” one of Jungkook’s distant cousins declines politely.

Jungkook’s aunt only smiles in response and moves to the next person, offering them the milk tea.

“I am sorry, but I will have coffee,” comes the response.

Another polite smile from Shweta.

“I only drink black coffee.”

“Oh,” she responds and again moves on to the next person who so happens to be Jimin.

“I will have—“

“Shut up and drink it,” Jimin’s words are cut off immediately.

Jimin without a single protest picks up a cup and starts sipping on the tea. No matter what age, he knows better than to disobey his mother when she is annoyed.

“What’s wrong with a simple milk tea?” she mumbles to herself on her way back to the kitchen. “Back in our day,—“

Her words come to a halt when a loud bang of a door opening with more force than required, resonates through the entire living room. The sound catches everyone’s attention and the usually loud room goes quiet.

And then you walk in through the door.

You walk in without any awareness of the eyes on you and make your way straight to the dining table. Pulling out a chair, you take a seat. You grab a bottle of water and instead of pouring yourself a glass, you start drinking directly and empty the bottle.

Then, you look at the breakfast that has been arranged on the table and take two slices of bread and start spreading butter on them. Once done you look around for the salt pot and find it resting on the table, away from your reach.

“Salt.” You speak the one word sentence to the old lady that has the container right next to her.

Everyone in the room breaks out of their trance of watching you and albeit a little weirded out, go back to what they were doing.

The old lady passes you the salt pot and she too, returns back to the conversation she was having with Jungkook’s mother (who is also sitting at the same table, a few chiars away) before your wild card entry.

“It is too hot today to go out shopping. Can we not go some other day?”

“I know, but there are absolutely no chances of the weather getting better any time soon,” Jungkook’s mother replies, sighing at the thought of having to step out in this heat. “Plus, we don’t have much time.The wedding is right around the corner.”

The older lady hums in understanding. “But we should visit a few shops first just to compare the prices and quality of clothes.”

“Don’t worry about that,” reassures Jungkook’s mother. “We will go to Mr. Roy’s showroom in Amy Avenue. They will give us everything at discounted rates and we won’t have to worry about the quality at all.”

“But who will take us there? The place is pretty far!”

“What a coincidence!” You speak up suddenly, mid-chew. “I’m also going there. You guys can come with me.”

Another round of silence falls in the room.

“But dear, who are you?”

You look up at the old lady upon hearing her question.

First blink.

Second blink.

Third blink.

“Who are you?” You shoot her question back, instead of answering her.

The lady frowns, finding your tone rude. “I am Jimin’s grandmother.”

“I am Jimin’s friend.”

Jimin’s eyes almost pop out of his sockets at your sudden declaration. This is the first time he is getting to know about your existence. How can you be his friend?

Jimin’s mother steps out of the kitchen quickly at the mention of her son’s name. “You are Jimin’s friend? He never mentioned you before.”

You simply shrug as if to convey that it is not your business to wonder about the strangeness of Jimin not mentioning you before.

“So where do you stay?” Aunt Shweta queries further, finding her curiosity spike at the information of her son having a girl friend she has never heard of before.

“People’s Republic of China.”

“Make sure—“ Jungkook’s sentence is cut off mid way when the sound of your voice reaches his ears. “I’ll call you later.” He promptly cuts the call and rushes out of his room.

“Ch-China?” Shweta is perplexed, thinking she is hearing things wrong. “Jimin has never stepped out of this city.”

Jimin looks around in confusion having no clue whatsoever as to what he’s supposed to do. It is then that he sees Jungkook rushing out of his room. The moment his eyes lock with Jungkook’s, Jungkook puts a finger on his mouth asking Jimin to stay quiet and play along.

Jimin glares at Jungkook, realizing that he has somehow become the scapegoat, again.

“How did you two meet?” This time the question is aimed at Jimin, as his mother seems to be totally confused by this revelation. Since, when did his son start making girl friends from other countries? And how? 

Jimin gulps, knowing he will have to face the  MID (mother-investigation-department) later. “O-online?”

Jimin’s words come out more as a question than as an answer and this only heightens his mother’s confusion.

“Online?” She asks, reflecting her son’s unsurety.

Jimin looks at Jungkook who is thankfully hidden from Shweta’s view and as Jungkook nods, he looks back at his mother. “Yes, online.”

Shweta looks at Jimin with a look that clearly says that he has got a lot of explaining to do. She then looks back at you to ask you something, but decides otherwise upon realizing that you seem entirely focused on eating your breakfast.

And that marks the end of the conversation.

Everything resumes back to normal. Shweta heads back to the kitchen. Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief. Jimin convinces himself he shouldn’t murder Jungkook right before his wedding.

However, unbeknownst to everyone, two people in particular have taken a certain interest in you.

One, Tae Oh, Jungkook’s maternal cousin.

Two, Jeon Baek Hyeon, Jungook’s father.

There are a total of three cars. The one in which you’re currently seated in has you in the passenger seat, with Tae Oh and Jungkook’s mother in the middle row.

Jungkook takes a peek inside the car and sees that his mother is on the phone with someone while Tae Oh is listening to some music with his earbuds plugged in. He takes this opportunity to speak to you.

“Listen,” he whispers. “Please don’t let them know who you are.”

You look at him, over the rim of your sunglasses, which rest on the bridge of your nose. “Who am I?”

Jungkook looks at you as if the answer to that question should be obvious. “You’re Riya’s sister.”

You nod at him and with a click of a button, pull the windows of your seat up.

“I-Wha?—”, Jungkook knocks on the window, asking you to pull it back down.

You look at Jungkook and then look at the driver who is currently in the process of turning the engine on. Then you look back at Jungkook and shoot him a two-finger salute as a way of bidding him goodbye as the car takes off.

Jungkook stares at the now moving car and wonders as to what turn of events will this shopping day-out take.

In the fifteen minutes that the car has been on the road, you have finished an entire bottle of water. A fact that Jungkook’s mother finds concerning.

“Dear, are you okay?” she asks wondering if you’re drinking so much water because you’re not feeling well. With the sunglasses that you have on, she cannot even read your expressions properly.  

You look at her through the rearview mirror. “I’m as okay as a squirrel with an acorn stash for winter.”

Jungkook’s mother is confused by your choice of words but decides that you must be intending to convey that you’re alright. She nods, although the worried frown on her face refuses to go away.

Tae Oh on the other hand, keeps stealing glances at you, through the rearview mirror. You’re the prettiest girl he has ever seen. When he realizes that  you’re humming some song to yourself, he decides it’s his time to shine.

He clears his throat. “Auntie, you know right I was about to be the next big music idol?”

“Is it so?” Jungkook’s mother queries. As someone who is trained in classical music, she finds herself interested in this conversation.

“Yes,” Tae Oh confirms. “Unfortunately, the judges didn’t have the depth to understand my style of singing.”

“What song did you sing?” You ask, now looking back at him through the rearview.

“Wannabe,” he replies, feeling shy now that you’re directly speaking to him.

“By spice girls?”

“Yes,” he replies, sounding proud and confident about his ong choice. “Would you like a demo?”

“Sure.”

The clearing of his throat is the only warning Jungkook’s mother gets.

"Ha ha ha ha ha—YO, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!"

He starts aggressively beatboxing, but it’s not beatboxing so much as random noises that sound like a train derailing. He keeps going anyway, hands waving like he's orchestrating a symphony.

Suddenly, you join and start "beatboxing" along—by loudly spitting sounds that vaguely resemble a wet cat sneezing."Pfffsh—tch-tch—PFFFssh-tch-tch!"

Tae Oh, not realizing the absolute disaster unfolding, presses on, getting  way too into the song. He sings the next line, stomping his foot like he’s a rockstar who just broke out his big hit. "So tell me what you want, what you really, really want!"

You are nodding along aggressively.  "I’ll tell you what I want—what I really, really want!"

You both are absolutely butchering the rhythm, singing in completely different beats. Tae Oh continues dramatically, as if he’s hitting the high note of a power ballad. You are adding extra "ha’s" where they don’t belong. "I WANNA, (ha), I WANNA, (ha), I WANNA, (ha)!" 

You try to match him but totally miss. "PFFFT—ha ha—PFFT—zigazig ahhhhh!" 

Jungkook’s mother watches in utter disbelief, frozen in shock. Nothing could have ever prepared her for this. It's like a car wash you just have to see through to the end.

You both try to keep the song going, but at this point, you both are so off-key and off-beat that it’s devolved into a chaotic mix of random noises and misplaced beats.

"If you wanna be my lover—YOU GOTTA GET WITH MY FRIENDS!"

“Because—“

"FRIENDSHIP NEVER ENDS!" You both belt out, together.

“Nice try.” You give Tae Oh a nod of approval as the duet comes to an end, who smiles back shyly at you.

Jungkook’s mother reminds herself to close her mouth which was wide open during the entirety of your performance.

On a brighter side, at least now she’s assured that you aren’t feeling sick.

Jungkook sits in a sleek, modern reception area, fidgeting with a notepad in his hands. Dressed in a crisp suit, his leg bounces nervously as he mentally revises his speech for the upcoming meeting. His lips move slightly as he murmurs the rehearsed lines to himself.

"Right. I just need to be clear, confident... just ask directly, no big deal..."

The door to the office opens. A tall, authoritative man, Mr. Han, steps in, his eyes scanning the room before landing on Jungkook. Jungkook stands, straightening his jacket and putting on his best business smile.

"Jungkook, I presume?"

Jungkook bows slightly. "Yes, sir. It’s an honour to meet you."

They exchange firm handshakes. Jungkook gestures toward the chairs, and they both sit down. Just as Mr. Han opens his mouth to begin, Jungkook’s phone buzzes loudly. He glances at it – and realizes it's Riya. His brow furrows. He hesitates, then looks at Mr. Han.

"Sir, if you could please excuse me for a minute."

"Oh yes, absolutely."

Jungkook receives the call and speaks in a hushed tone. "Hey, Riya, I’m in the middle of—"

"Which guesthouse did you drop Y/N at?"

Both Riya and Jungkook speak at the same time, although somehow, Jungkook’s words get drowned out.

Jungkook blinks, caught off guard. "Uh... I brought her to my place."

A beat of stunned silence follows on the other end, as Riya waits for Jungkook to add that he's joking. When he doesn’t, she loses her cool.

"What?! You brought her home?! She’s a drug addict, Jungkook, you cannot trust her with anything!" she exclaims. "Where is she now?"

"Relax!" Jungkook speaks calmly, even though the revelation of you being a drug addict shocks him. But he can’t sound panicked, not while sitting right in front of Mr. Han. "She’s just taken my family shopping at your dad’s showroom in Amy Avenue."

Riya gasps sharply, followed by a barrage of words. "Shopping?! Jungkook, you idiot! Alpesh Uncle is at the shop today—if he sees her, we’re in serious trouble!"

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he realizes the gravity of the situation. Panic begins to creep in as he nervously rubs the back of his neck.

"Alpesh Uncle... oh no. Okay, okay, don’t worry! I’ll fix this."

"You better fix it."

He quickly ends the call, his heart racing, and looks back at Mr. Han, who’s been politely waiting. His expression has shifted from professional to slightly puzzled.

"Is everything alright?" Mr. Han asks.

"Sure, sir," Jungkook forces a tight smile, though his mind is racing. "How is Mrs. Han?"

"Mrs. Han?" Mr. Han looks perplexed by the sudden change of topic but answers anyway. "There’s some medical issue, you know, with her gall bladder. But the doctor was also wondering if it’s related to her knee—"

Jungkook nods, trying to seem interested as Mr. Han goes on.

"—there’s a lot of pus that's collected there—"

"Sir, can I meet you after two hours?" Jungkook suddenly blurts out, unable to hide the stress building inside him.

"Today? I’m sorry, Jungkook, but I’m really busy today."

"Sir, can you give me six million dollars?" Jungkook cuts to the chase, knowing why he's really there. But before Mr. Han can respond, Jungkook starts gathering his files and stands up. "I’m sorry, sir, I have to leave. It’s an emergency."

Mr. Han stares at him in utter confusion as Jungkook rushes out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the hallway. 

Jungkook bursts through the hotel doors, adjusting his suit jacket as he hails a taxi. He jumps inside, running a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of the chaos he's just unleashed.

The sun hangs high over Amy Avenue, casting a warm glow on the busy street. Lively storefronts line the avenue, and the air is filled with the sounds of chatter and laughter. In the midst of the hustle, is you, who leads Jungkook’s family in a single-file line, a colorful chain of chaos and utter confusion.

You stand at the front, a beacon of energy and casual confidence. Your dark hair sways as you turn back to check on the group, your hands raised to maintain the chain. The family follows your lead, though not without fair share of difficulties.

"Come on, everyone! Let’s stick together! Hold hands tight!" You shout.

Behind you, Jungkook’s family members talk animatedly among themselves. The line weaves slightly, and a few members begin to pull away from the chain.

"Hey, don’t pull so hard! I’m not made of rubber!" Aunt Young grumbles.

"Watch out! We’re going to bump into a car!" Uncle Choi says, nervously.

The street is bustling, and the noise only adds to the jovial confusion. You glance over your shoulder, your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Just a little further! We’re almost at the showroom! You’re all doing great!"

You look at the entrance of the showroom which although is now visible, still remains a few meters away. You turn around and face your followers and address them. “You see that? That’s our destination. A few steps more and we will get there. Don’t stop now.”

You speak like a coach motivating their team on how to win a champion’s trophy.

As you all approach the entrance of the showroom, Alpesh Uncle steps out. Adjusting his glasses he squints at the screen of his mobile. “Lord knows, what happens to the tower.”

“C’mon, c’mon. Just a few steps more.” With the volume at which you’re speaking, it’s all thanks to the hustle of the market that your voice doesn’t reach Alpesh uncle.

“Hello? Hello? Is my voice audible?” Alpesh uncle speaks loudly into the phone but when he is met with silence, he removes the phone from his ear and waves it in the air in a zig-zag motion, hoping that it will catch the tower.

“Very good! Very good!” You encourage with your back facing the showroom, motioning your hands for the line to keep moving forward.

Alpesh uncle is about to go inside his showroom, having given up on trying to find the mobile tower when he spots Jungkook’s mother in the crowd. “Ah! Look who it is!” He exclaims cheerfully, and starts climbing down the small flight of stairs that connects the street to the showroom.

Now, the entire family’s attention has shifted to Alpesh uncle, the line has broken as everyone comes forward to greet him and you’re about to turn around when you feel a firm hand grip your arm and yank you with a swift tug.

Before you can react you come in contact with a hard chest and you look up to realize that it’s Jungkook, whose attention is fixed on his family and Alpesh uncle greeting each other, having totally missed your sudden disappearance.

“Let go!” You snap trying to free yourself from his grasp but his arms only tighten around you.

“Shh,” he looks at you, a sense of urgency in his eyes as he waits for Alpesh uncle to go inside along with his family. “Alpesh uncle is here and you cannot be seen by him.”

“But I need to go and talk to him,” you argue, although Jungkook pays no attention to your words even though you keep squirming in his hold. “Let me go!”

Jungkook watches as one by one everyone starts getting inside. He sees Aunt Young and aunt Shweta discussing among themselves and looking around, most likely searching for you, before they, too go inside.

It is only when he’s sure that it is safe that he releases you.

That was a close call.

Jungkook stands outside Riya's vanity van, his hands gripping the door frame as he leans in slightly. His eyes flicker to you, who sits a few feet away on a folding chair, quietly eating from a plate of food meant for the cast and crew and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration.  “There were full of mosquitoes there, she wasn’t eating—”

“So you could have gotten her food. What was the need for you to bring her home?” Riya argues, from where she’s currently sitting inside the van with her hairstylist brushing her hair.

“She’s your sister, Riya,” Jungkook points out as if that should make it obvious why he brought you home.

“Exactly! She’s my sister,” Riya agrees to Jungkook’s statement but refuses to acknowledge the emotion behind his words. “Just do what you’re told to do.”

Jungkook sighs, knowing there is probably no point in having this conversation. Not to mention the fact that he still remains unaware as to why you were supposed to remain hidden from Alpesh uncle. He somehow figured that no one from your family except for Riya knows about your return, but he has absolutely no idea why Alpesh uncle spotting you would have been such a big deal. 

However, a shooting set is definitely not the place for that kind of conversation.

“Have you managed the funds yet?” Riya asks.

“I’m on it,” Jungkook replies, not mentioning that he left a very crucial meeting like a bride leaving the altar, right after receiving Riya’s call.

“Then please just focus on that.”

Jungkook sighs again and with a nod, takes his leave.

As he’s walking in your direction, he notices that you’re entirely focused on eating and he takes this opportunity to verify something.

He quickly changes his direction of walking and walks towards the parking lot. He unlocks his car and finds your bag lying on the passenger seat. He only has to unzip the first chain to find several small containers filled with pills.

A sick feeling spreads through his body and he quickly zips back your bag and places it exactly where it was before.

Slowly things start making sense to him.

The day when he met you at the hotel; you were completely absentminded and hardly bothered to pay heed to basic social cues. Whereas, when he drove you from the hotel back to his house, you were rather normal. You even remembered the fact that you both had met seven years ago.

Your odd behaviour could all be explained by you being under the influence of these pills.

Jungkook rubs his temples, feeling a headache surfacing.

After a few moments, he takes a deep breath, locks his car and heads back to the shooting set.

“Eat quickly we need to leave,” he takes a seat right next to where you’re sitting. However, now that he knows what he knows, it is like he has started to put the puzzle together and for some reason, a suspicion occurs in his mind when he realizes that you’re wearing your sunglasses. “Can you remove your sunglasses for a second?”

You stop eating and look up at him. “Why should I?”

“Just remove them,” Jungkook deadpans, running thin on patience.

You shrug and remove your glasses. Letting them hang from your shirt, you resume eating.

Jungkook watches you closely, and his suspicion is proven right when he notices that you’re blinking your eyes quite frequently. He does not recall this being the case when you were your normal self.

So, this fast-frequent blinking thing is a characteristic of the Y/N that comes out after popping the pills.

“Do you take drugs?” He asks you.

“Nope,” you reply, popping the ‘p’, not being phased by the question at all.

“Then what are those tablets that you take?” Jungkook refuses to back down.

You look up again, even in your high state looking slightly taken off guard. Although, nothing that derails you. “They are medicines,” you reply matter-of-factly, looking straight into his eyes.

Jungkook stares right back. “What medicines?”

“Dichlorosystrin, zincodestrin and oxidisulphide.”

“Are you ill?” he counters, trying to get you to admit that you do indeed take drugs.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’ again. “I feel weird sensations in my body and these pills control them.”

“What kind of sensations?”

“Sensations such as shivering, palpitating, irritability, trembling, sheepishness—”

“Just finish the food and then we will leave,” Jungkook cuts you off with much annoyance, understanding that you’re high and no matter what he says right now, you will always have an answer. You aren’t even in the right state of mind to understand the seriousness of the conversation. 

You and Jungkook walk through the gates of the banquet hall of the hotel, where Jungkook is organising the surprise party for Riya. Jungkook walks a few steps ahead of you, while you follow his trail.

While Jungkook is scrolling through his phone, checking his mail, you rip open a packet of chips. The sound of which annoys Jungkook to no end.

You take a chip out and munch on it loudly. Jungkook turns around and glares at you. You almost collide with him not realising that he has stopped walking. However, upon noticing Jungkook’s glare, you look to your left and right, checking if it’s really you, he’s glaring at.

Before, you can ask him what’s wrong, he is walking again.

You don’t think much of it, resume your munching and follow Jungkook.

However, it couldn’t be more than ten steps before Jungkook is facing you again, causing your steps to halt as well.

“So you are sober now?” Jungkook snaps, unable to hold it in any longer. “Do you have any idea how many side effects those pills have?”

“There are plenty of them,” you reply, without missing a beat. “Memory loss, definitely a gain in appetite which is reduced considerably when you eat, increased thirst and if I pop in a lot of pills, my heart would race to 300 and when so much blood is being pumped, there will be nosebleeds and—“

—“and?” Jungkook waits for your next words with a bated breath, hoping you won’t say what he thinks you’re about to say.

“—and hypoglycemic shock, then coma, then death.”

Jungkook releases a breath, a mix of disbelief and sheer horror coursing through his veins. He looks at you and the look of pure calmness on your face as you say these things astonishes him to no end. How can you know about all of this in great detail and still choose to pop those pills? Most importantly, how can you speak about all of this so casually? You aren’t even high now!

“You’re addicted to those drugs,” he says, as if explaining the seriousness of the situation to you.

“Nope,” you deny. “I have formulated them 15 days ago. It takes 21 days to get addicted.”

Jungkook scoffs. “That’s what all drug addicts say,” he resumes walking, feeling undeniably frustrated that no matter your state, you refuse to take this seriously.

“I’m not a drug addict,” you mumble, voice soft and for the first time since he has met you, vulnerable. “I haven’t touched them in seven years.”

Jungkook looks back at you and some of his annoyance melts at the childlike expression on your face. He huffs and decides it’s for the best to focus on why he’s here.

“Jun!” Jungkook calls for his manager, who comes rushing towards him. “Is everything ready?”

“Almost, sir.” Yeonjun, or Jun as Jungkook likes to call him, replies.”Only the swing is missing it’s seatbelts. That will be organised by this evening. So we cannot make the swing fly yet. Except for that you can test everything out.”

Jungkook nods and stands nervously in front of the crew, his eyes darting from the large red swing (which looks like a loveseat) to the sky, where fireworks were meant to bloom on the big day. This is supposed to be a perfect dry run for Riya’s surprise, and he wants everything to go smoothly. He tugs on his shirt collar, feeling the weight of the moment and takes a seat on the two-seater swing.

“Jun, be Riya for the time being,” Jungkook pats the space next to him, motioning for Jun to take the seat.

“S-Sir, me?” Yeonjun is slightly taken off guard by his boss’ words.

“Yes you, Jun,” Jungkook confirms, with a small flicker of amusement.

Yeonjun follows his instruction and takes the seat. He crosses his legs, places his hands on his lap in a very ladylike manner and looks at Jungkook with a loving look.

“Okay, you didn’t have to go the extra mile,” Jungkook tries to seem stern but the wide grin betrays him.

Yeonjun only looks away and flips his non-existent long hair to the other side.

A loud cackle coming from you grabs both Yeonjun and Jungkook’s attention.

“Ma’am, you’re finding this very funny,” Yeonjun says with a grin of his own, breaking from his character. He also takes this as an opportunity to invite you to be in his place. “Why don’t you come and sit here?” he gets up and offers you the seat.

“There’s no—”                                                                                 

“Sir, it’s better this way,” Yeonjun insists. “Let the lady try.”

You look at Jungkook wondering if it’s okay with him. Only to realize that he’s also looking at you with the same look.

You put aside the chips packet and dust your hands, and make your way to the swing. The moment you’re seated Jungkook explains to the entire crew the planned sequence.

“Listen carefully, the music comes on first, then the drapes, then the flowers, fountains, then the crane will lift the swing up and finally the fireworks. Okay?”

Numerous ‘yes,sir’s are received from the crew.

“Cool. Let’s go. ‘Riya’,” Jungkook looks at you and only then does he realizes that you’re not listening to any of this. Instead you’re examining the ropes that attach the swing to the crane very carefully. “Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“We’re about to start.”

“Oh, Okay,” you nod and get ready for whatever it is that is about to happen.

Now Yeonjun takes over as he addresses the crew working under him. “First play the music,” he instructs, to which the guy inside the crane, who’s responsible for all the buttons and keeping things in sync, shoots a thumbs up.

You look around and notice the two large speakers that remain hidden from the party section and expect them to blast any second now. However, moments pass and nothing happens. You look at Jungkook who with each passing second looks more and more impatient and give him a reassuring nod.

The guy inside the crane repeatedly presses the button that is supposed to be connected to the speakers but the speakers remain dead.

Jungkook loses his patience and yells at the guy to be heard over the distance. “What is wrong? Start the music!”

At that very moment, a strange metallic groan echoes from the crane above.

“Why is the swing…?” Jungkook begins, but before he can finish, the swing lurches upwards, leaving the ground behind.

“Whoa, wait!” Jungkook yelps, one hand tightly gripping the rope of the seat as it lifts into the air. While the other instinctually comes in front of you, in a protective manner, trying to work as a makeshift belt. You do not notice that however, as you burst into laughter, your head thrown back in sheer joy.

“This wasn’t part of the plan!” Jungkook panics, eyes wide as he sees the ground getting smaller beneath them.

“This is awesome!” You exclaim between giggles, your hair flying in the breeze. “This is awesome!”

Jungkook isn’t listening. His breath quickens, as the swing refuses to be still. One moment it moves to the right. The other, it moves to the left. “Get us down!” he shouts.

Oh you don’t remember the last time you had so much fun.

Now the music starts to play.

“A little unsaid, a little undone,”

The swing rotates a complete three-sixty and you holler in excitement.

“Fleetingly it stays, in a twinkle it’s gone”

The crew starts putting a blanket underneath just in case either of you fall.

 “Such a silly feeling.”

Just as Jungkook thought things couldn’t get worse, one of the drapes that is supposed to cover whoever is sitting on the swing from getting wet by the fountain, comes loose. It gets caught in the wind and wraps itself around his face. Blinded, he flailed his arms. “Help! I can’t see! I can’t see!”

 “Hold still, hold still!” You say, unwrapping the cloth with care. As you peel it away, you notice the look of panic and distraught on his face. “You’re okay. Look at me. You won’t fall”

Jungkook, heart pounding, blinked rapidly, his vision clearing as your calm yet excited face came into view.  

“There, better?” you query, your voice steady now.

Jungkook nods, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths. He leaned back into the swing, still slightly nervous but trusting your calmness. “You’re way too comfortable with this,” he mutters.

“Well yeah, I wasn’t expecting this,” you express, the laughter in your eyes contagious.

By now, although the swing is in the air, thankfully it has stopped moving.

“Well, are we getting down anytime soon?” Jungkook hollers to the crew below.

“Sir, we are trying,” comes Yeonjun’s  reply. “The machine malfunctioned.”

You two hang in air in silence, both carrying two completely different moods. The quiet however gets disrupted when the fountains start, which is then followed by confetti of petals. With no drapes to cover the both of you, you two get wet.

You enjoy the flower petals falling on you, whereas Jungkook only feels cranky at his entire plan turning out to be a major disaster.

When the fireworks take off, you gasp and look behind you where the sky is lit with all sorts of beautiful colors.

The gasp catches Jungkook’s attention and he looks at you. You’re grinning wide, with your mouth parted and your eyes reflecting the fireworks. Although, he thinks the sparkle in your eyes might have everything to do with the joy you feel inside.

You notice Jungkook looking at you and can’t help but explain the rush of emotions you’re feeling. “I feel new sensations, as if fountains of cool water are breaking out underneath while fireworks are going off above, while we are swinging through it all.”

“I’m glad you had fun,” he smiles at you reluctantly. “But this whole thing is a mess. Nothing went according to plan.”

“Isn’t that the best part though?” You quip. “Had everything gone to plan, it wouldn’t have been much of a surprise. You too got a surprise, thanks to this mess.”

The corner of Jungkook’s mouth tug upwards and you can’t help but grin wider in response.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” He says but the tension in his voice has melted, replaced by something much lighter.

“Not as impossible as the chances of this being a success on the day of the party,” you say in a low voice, as if the words are not meant for Jungkook’s ears and look around innocently.

Jungkook lets out a laugh, this one free and genuine. In this moment, for some reason, the thought of all his efforts of impressing Riya, going down the drain doesn’t scare or disappoint him.

One thing he’s slowly learning about you; high or sober, you always have an answer .

A/N: *clears throat* just note the line about her mentioning this sensation about fountains of water underneath and fireworks above. Will come in handy later 🤭💓.

Also, I'm dropping my new fic "All that Sparkles" (Ceo Tae, Arranged marriage au) on my Patreon tomorrow! So if you'd like to check it out, you're most welcome 🤗❤️.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

eii, i LOVE your fics your writing is like SO GOOD.

Também tenho um pedido, vocês poderiam fazer um leitor Poly! Plastics X onde a leitora tem TDAH mas não faz nenhum tipo de tratamento porque os pais dela não levam o diagnóstico a sério então em algum momento ela começa a ficar sobrecarregada e brava consigo mesma por não conseguir se concentrar e por pensar demais então ela acaba se afastando um pouco da Plastics para não ser um fardo e isso fode um pouco a cabeça dela, nisso a Plastics vai percebendo aos poucos e correndo para fazer uma intervenção e ajudar a leitora.

Desculpe se fui muito específico, eu meio que me identifiquei e queria um pouco de conforto :/

Searching for Quiet

|| poly!plastics x fem!ADHD!reader

(i myself am poly)

|| Warnings; reader struggling with ADHD (descriptions of what she's going through), short drabble

|| Summary; when reader's ADHD becomes too much for her to manage on her own, she distances herself from the plastics. Not wanting to be a bother to them. The plastics don't let reader get away with that, though.

Requests open!

Started; september 24th

Finished; september 25th

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The classroom felt overwhelming. Everyone was talking while they worked on their assignments. Everyone expect you. You couldn't focus on the paper in front of you. Your foot tapped impatiently, the noise around you feeling impossibly loud and overwhelming. Making your skin crawl. Even though in reality, it wasn't quite as loud as it felt. It was more of a casual buzz of conversations; but the way they mixed into each other and overlapped was not helping you.

As you continuously tapped your foot, you clicked your pen at the same rate. Usually repetitive motion of some kind helped your ADHD to focus on what you're doing and not the rest of the world. Today apparently wasn't the case. It was all too much.

Too loud.

Too crowded.

Regina, Gretchen, Karen and you all sat around the same four desks, you could hear your girlfriends talking with one another but couldn't pick up on what exactly they were saying. You did however focus on the gum in Regina's mouth, the tapping of Gretchen's nails on the desk, the subtle rocking Karen did in her chair.

You flinched as you thought of everything around you and that was your last straw. You needed to get out. Go somewhere quiet. Anywhere that wasn't here. Maybe under a staircase or the library if a class isn't in there.

Before you knew what you were even doing, you were out the door. The teacher had called your name but you didn't hear. Even if you had, it wouldn't have stopped youz

Taking off at a light jog through the halls, you rounded a few corners until you were at the library door.

You slowly opened the door and peeked your head in, only to find a class there so you closed the door again and headed to the nearest stairwell. The stairs were open underneath, so that's where you decided to hang out until you weren't overstimulated.

Settling down against the wall, you took a deep breath and sighed. Burying your face in your hands. You were there for maybe ten minutes before you felt a hand on your shoulder; causing you to flinch.

You were met with Gretchen's worried gaze," Y/N?" Her voice was soft as she sat with you and you relaxed a little in her presence," you okay, baby?"

You shook your head and leaned against her. You weren't as overwhelmed as before but you weren't 100% either.

"What's wrong?" Her voice was soft as she held you, trying to be as soothing as possible as the door to the stairwell opened. Regina and Karen ran over and relaxed when they saw you. Which made you confused so you looked to Gretchen for an explanation," we got worried when you ran out of class and searched the whole school for you."

"Do you need a hug?" Karen asked with a small smile, arms stretched out.

You couldn't help but smile as you nodded and stood, getting your hug from Karen who kept you close.

Regina stood off to the side, arms folded as she watched you and Karen while Gretchen stayed seated where she was.

"So. Gonna explain what all that was about?" Regina asked. Trying to seem annoyed to mask the worry she felt.

"I just- was overwhelmed by everything. I was frustrated and didn't want to worry you guys so I left." You explained in a mumble, burying your face into Karen's neck. You heard Regina sigh.

"That's stupid."

"Regina-!" Gretchen frowned.

"Ugh, not like that. I mean it's stupid you wouldn't just talk to us. We were right there. We could have helped."

You took in what she was saying. They could've, but there were so many things that held you back from asking for their help.

"It's just something to work on!" Karen said with a smile as her hands went to your shoulders, you looked into her eyes," right, baby?" She asked.

"Yeah... we- I'll work on it."

Gretchen got up and gave you a hug from behind while Karen wrapped her arms around you again. Then held her hand out to Regina, who rolled her eyes but came and joined the group hug.

Yeah. This helped. You made a mental note to try and start asking for help when you need it.

[galaxiasgreen]

🍺🖤This Hell We Create

Sebastian x F!Muggle!Reader with eventual smut, minor Garrinis [E-Rated, 6.2k words]

"Yes, well, where's this Imelda now?" "Playing professionally, that witch." He laughs to himself. "It's all right, bar girl. Kath, Imelda... they don't matter. I've only got eyes for you." You roll your eyes, sweeping all the crumbs onto your hand. "You're a right flirt, Sallow." "I mean it," he murmurs. "You're beautiful."

You do a favour for Sebastian... and meet an unfriendly figure from his past.

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TW: alcoholism, coarse language, gendered language, blood/ injury, violence.

4. terms of endearment

One mild October morning, the delivery gets dropped off before scheduled time, and the carriage driver doesn't bother to knock.

You stand at the threshold of the pub's entrance, clutching the note of paper with a scrunched fist. Five barrels of beer left outside at nine o'clock in the morning. How the hell are you meant to carry them inside? Lazy gits. Without Cook you'll have to roll them in yourself, and that'll take some muscle strength, let alone time.

You tip the first barrel over gently, grumbling to yourself.

"Struggling, bar girl?"

Your least-turned-most favourite customer strolls over from across the street, hands stuffed in pockets. You don't spare him a second glance – this time of year you're wrapped up in a coat and liveries, but he's only wearing a pair of leather bracers over a linen shirt, the sleeves rolled up. God, he looks good. There's only so much of the sight you can handle without getting flustered.

The barrel wobbles to a stop. "I'm fine. Don't want to accept a customer's help."

He rests his hand on the barrel's rim.

"How about a friend's?"

When you stand to give him space, you catch a hint of his scent, for once a change from stale beer, an enticing concoction of dusting powder and musk. You take him in proper, his handsome face, gorgeous freckles and that half-smile, pretty enough to run your tongue over. Friend. Lately he's started to feel less like an innocent companion and more like someone you want to spend a long night with, every night. Why's he here? To see me? Your heart beats wildly, but you feign annoyance.

"Fine, but you better not drop it."

In one smooth motion, Sebastian sweeps the barrel onto his shoulder. His head tilts to adjust to the girth, and you notice his arm, strained and bulging – the snake tattoo has nothing on the wide rivulet of a vein that contours the muscle.

"My eyes are over here, bar girl."

You snap to his face. That grinning, obnoxious bastard—

"Just can't quit it with my arms, huh?"

"Get the barrel inside, Sallow."

You stomp into the back room, trying to excavate the blush on your cheeks. Just fantastic. As if this ridiculous school girl's fancy can't get any worse. Sebastian saunters behind like the barrel weighs no more than a handful of pennies and sets it by the cellar door.

"I was hoping to catch you, actually. I was wondering if you'd do me a favour."

The disappointment makes your heart shrivel.

"What sort?"

"I'm seeing a... friend." He says it delicately, like he's handling the thinnest sheet of glass. "Haven't spoken to her in a long time."

Her. "Okay..."

"Asked to meet her tonight."

"Right..."

"Was wondering if we could do it here."

"Don't need my permission to meet someone, Sallow."

"I want you to keep an eye. We didn't exactly part on good terms."

"Why?" Once you never would've pried, but you feel compelled to ask now because you're comfortable – and perhaps something else. "The bad terms, I mean."

"We went to school together. Something happened during my fifth year. Something," his wince is slightly bashful, "I can't tell you."

"Because you'll have to kill me?"

For once he doesn't rise to the joke. "It's a story for another day."

You acquiesce, because you don't think he'll tell no matter how many times you bat your eyelashes. "Bring 'er 'ere, then. Want me to get her drunk?"

"I want you to make sure I don't get drunk," he says instead. "Last thing I need is to make an arse of myself. A few drinks to be social, but no more."

"All right, can do."

He brushes his hand with yours. "Thank you."

You have to pull away before you let the touch linger. "You can thank me by bringing the rest of the stock in."

"Fair payment, is it? You watch over me while I meet my friend, and I let you ogle my arms?"

He winks. You decide not to dignify that with an answer.

Sebastian's friend is certainly – grudgingly – pretty. Draped in satin that skims her hips and cinches to her figure, her bronze complexion is richly painted, smoothing all blemishes and spots, and her hair bun, a deep, ash black, is laced with a string of dewdrop pearls. It makes you think she comes from money, but when she greets you at the bar, her accent strafes with northern twang, and her grin is too boisterous to be moulded from upper-class rearing.

"A scotch, please?"

You wonder if Sebastian ever liked her how you wish he liked you.

"Two pence."

She hesitates, staring at the coinage in her hand, before sliding the right ones over.

"You're here for Sebastian?"

Her brow tightens. That bodes well.

"You know him?"

"Not much. He's a bit of a puzzle to me."

"Really?" she snorts. "I haven't seen him in years. Can't imagine he's been up to any good."

Your temper hatches into being. How can she say that? He's shrouded in more mysteries than a penny dreadful, yeah, but after everything you've been through together, Bonny, your parents... you trust his process. You trust that though he struggles, pushed and pulled by the tide of his inner demons, he'll do the right thing in the end.

"Save some of your charm for me, Kath?"

You didn't notice Sebastian come in – neither does the girl, Kath. She flinches backwards.

"Merlin, Sallow—" He clears his throat, gaze flickering briefly to you. She fixes you a quick glance as well, clearly embarrassed. "That's really the first thing you say after all these years?"

"Considering the last things we said, I think this is a vast improvement."

You nod once to Sebastian and pour drinks as the pair get settled on a reserved table, high on the balcony overlooking the hall. The table seats ten, but it's the most private one in the pub. Something feels off about it all, you think, when you sort a tray of nibbles. He seems blasé, flippant, his usual vain self – but the way her face darkened, thick with some unresolved tension... she doesn't know him anymore. Doesn't want to be there. Whether they were close before, now they're so different the space between them might as well be a chasm. You'd think he committed murder for how high her walls appear to be.

They're exchanging small talk when you walk up with a plate of warm bread, goat's butter and complimentary nuts. Sebastian looks grateful when you put the food down – he's already finished half his stout. They mumble their thanks and wait for you to go before their conversation resumes, and you linger by the stairs.

"— and here, of all the places. I know you picked it for a reason."

"I like the drinks here."

"You like the anonymity," Kath retorts. "Or I suppose you did before you decided to come crawling back—"

"I haven't crawled, Kath. I asked for your help because you, most of all, know what they're capable of."

"So I'm only here when I'm useful to you?"

"Please stop twisting my words." You've never heard him so injured. "You know why I haven't been in contact."

"Anne was eight months ago."

"And I'm still recovering."

"And that's exactly the problem. What happened to her was tragic, I cried over her too, but look at yourself. You're a bloody mess."

"I... I'm getting better."

You back down the stairs, stiff with mortification and shame. You have a job to do, tables to clean, customers to serve... but that was so unnecessarily cruel. Isn't it good enough that he's trying? You wish you could sit with him, hold his hand, show that someone cares. Your shoulder is there for him to lean on; Kath's shoulder is cold.

You serve a few more drinks before Bonny tugs your sleeve.

"What you doin', Miss? Go keep watch!"

"I can't," you say, flushing. "It's real private, their talk."

"How'd you know that fancy lady won't make a move on your man?"

"He's not my man," you grouse. "And I really don't think we have anything to worry about—"

"Tosh and balderdash." She flutters a hand. "If she gets all in a tizzy, you have to swoop in there and remind him who's the lady of the house. Off you pop. Go on!"

She practically shoves you towards the stairs – she can be quite pushy when she wants. There's some truth to it. You're not worried Kath will make a move, but you are worried they'll go to a place from which they can never return. Sebastian doesn't seem to have more friends beyond Ominis and the Garreth fellow, and you don't want him to lose out because he couldn't control his tongue.

Curiosity winning out, you take a cloth and sneak up the next few steps, pinching your skirt so the fabric doesn't rustle. Their voices are sharper now, harsher but quieter. You poke your head up to see Sebastian on his feet. His drink is drained, hers is untouched.

"It must be doable," Sebastian's voice is as resolute as his clenched fists. "It must."

"Think how this looks for me. I go after a man without due reason, I look like I'm acting rogue. Then what happens to me?"

"It's not without due reason, though." The first shade of annoyance – of distress. "A fucking psychopath is coming after not just me, but my other friends too. Your other friends. Ominis. Garreth. He might even get the Muggle bar girl involved."

"Which is your fault! If you hadn't goaded him—"

"Goaded, she says, after what happened to Anne! How many people do I have to beg for someone to pull a finger out their arse? Listen to me, Kath. People like him don't miraculously change. He's going to strike again, and if he lays a finger on any of our friends, or my bar girl—"

"His record is clean," Kath cuts across swiftly. "I looked into it before I came."

Sebastian hesitates. "All right, but—"

"I need an official warrant or my job is at risk. There's nothing I can do." The chair scrapes back. "Take some time off. Go to the countryside, get a hobby, wet your wick if you need a real distraction. But you won't drag me back to whatever hell you've created for yourself, no matter how hard you try."

The floorboards creak. You scramble back downstairs and slap the cloth to a table before Kath lands primly on the last step. She passes you a wordless, narrowed look, suspicion mixed with unease, before she leaves without another word.

You give Sebastian five minutes, but when he doesn't come down, you go up. Both drinks are drained, and he's moved the chair to the window, staring listlessly outside where he no doubt watched Kath disappear out of sight.

"She sounded like a bag of kittens."

He grunts, not bothering to look up. "Figured she wouldn't help much, just didn't think it would be nothing. I know I fucked up during school, but I really hoped..." A hysterical laugh bubbles out of him. "Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck."

"Wanna' talk about it?"

"Can't. Personal business I'm handling, don't worry."

You might, when your name is being thrown around.

He fishes into his pocket, taking out two pence and wordlessly flicking them to you.

"Can you get me a stout, please?"

You frown. "Sebastian..."

"Bad day," he chokes out, turning back to the window. "I just... I can't today."

There's nothing you can do. When all is said and done, he's a customer and you're a barmaid, helpless to watch him overindulge until he's collapsed on the table giggling to himself. You bring him more bread with the drinks, hoping it will soak up the alcohol and keep him sober for longer, but eventually he stops eating it.

The conversation replays in your head. A psychopath? During the brief pauses in service you scour the latest issues of The Daily Mail for clues, a newly-released convict, or someone on bail, but no one fits the bill. Local gossip turns nothing up either, when you ask the regulars Squiffy Joe and Beer-Belly Boris if they've heard anything.

You don't want to give Kath any credence, but it's like Sebastian invented a man out of thin air. How can there be such a dangerous fugitive without anyone's knowledge? Wouldn't Kath care if it was true? Would Sebastian care if it wasn't?

My bar girl. You didn't miss that either. From anyone else the possessiveness would unsettle you, but from him it drives up your blood pressure, sending it pulsing in places it shouldn't.

"Can you stay?" he asks on the fourth beer, fifth drink. The table is littered with used glasses, and he flops forwards, head turned to face you. "Please."

His smile is so soft for someone hurt so deeply.

"I'm working, Sebastian," you say gently.

He takes your hand anyway. The way he holds a beer glass and the way he holds you are oceans apart.

"Five minutes? Just so... I'm not alone with my thoughts."

You haven't felt pity for him in so long, yet it rears up like it never left. Cautiously you sit, scrubbing and tidying the table as you do, and he watches, tracing every movement with almost beguiling interest. Leant down on the table, the muscles in his neck are pronounced, thick and strong.

"Kath gave you a nickname," you say, hoping to distract him. "Wanna' explain that to me?"

"A nickname?"

"She called you Merlin."

He scrubs a hand through his hair. "Hah, well... it's just an old joke."

"And you called me muggle."

He goes rigid. "You heard that?"

"You asked me to keep an eye, can hardly do that without keeping an ear. What's muggle? Some sort of insult?"

The rigidness melts, and he traces you fondly.

"It's not an insult, bar girl."

"Then what is it?"

"Call it... a term of endearment."

"Oh please, term of endearment..." When he smiles, you bite out, "You're muggle," which only makes Sebastian smile wider.

On his sixth drink, he's still lying half on the table, only this time he faces the ceiling, and his speech is slurred.

"I should start guessing your name. So many to try, you know. Have to get on top of it."

"Eat some bread, Sebastian."

"Is it Jessica? Evie? Stephanie? Or something unique and exotic? Graven? Venus? Aura?" Each name he pays individual attention to, a unique jewel his to cherish alone. "I'd like you no matter what you were called."

It flutters down your spine, and you have to fight the shiver. "We're closing soon."

"When I used to play Qui— sports, I was real popular with the ladies."

I bet. "Rugby?"

"More like... rounders."

"You do not look like a rounders type."

"I swing a bat good. So good sometimes I knocked out the opposing players... used to be Imelda's favourite."

Imelda. Another woman in his life. "Mmhmm."

"You should be thankful. Without it I wouldn't have such nice arms for you to stare at."

Just to prove his point, he flexes, showing off the muscle. Good God. You flush deeply and spin away.

"Yes, well, where's this Imelda now?"

"Playing professionally, that witch." He laughs to himself. "It's all right, bar girl. Kath, Imelda... they don't matter. I've only got eyes for you."

You roll your eyes, sweeping all the crumbs onto your hand. "You're a right flirt, Sallow."

"I mean it," he murmurs. "You're beautiful."

The air parches. You try to look for some hint of a lie – a wink, crossed fingers, or a tongue eking out from his lips, but not even the alcohol seems to work against him, making his pupils in those coffee eyes round and engulfing. You could topple in and never regret a thing.

Is that true that he thinks you're beautiful?

Or is it simply the stout talking?

"Don't drink anymore, Sebastian," you say gently. "Try to sober up."

Those eyes never leave you when you head back downstairs.

Two hours later, Sebastian breaks his record for most drinks consumed.

He's lying across three chairs, belting shanties so off-tune you don't recognise them when you reach the top step. "Pub's closing, Sebastian!" you yell over him. "Time to pack up!"

"My favourite Muggle!" he cheers instead, sitting up and sloshing his seventh beer over himself. "Sit and sing with me!"

Definitely an insult. "You have to go home."

"Only if I get to take you with me."

He starts to sing again. Cook and Helene have sometimes thrown out a few of the rowdier sorts, but you don't want to manhandle Sebastian, not when his heart is so fragile.

Then you remember a little scrap of parchment in your apron.

"I'm going to call Ominis if you don't move it!"

"Tell him to bring Garreth!" Sebastian hiccoughs. "We can start a band!"

That's as good as permission as you'll get, so you send the rest of the staff home and lock the doors, then head to the telephone installed in the stockroom. Sebastian's ear-splitting shrieks still drum against the door as you dial the number and press the receiver to your ear.

It rings once, twice—

A loud thump on the line make you flinch back, followed by a shrill, "Shit, fuck, balls!"

You tentatively put the phone back to your ear. "Er, hello?"

"HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

"God above—" You yank the phone away. "Yes, I can hear you!"

"GREAT! HELLO! WOW. I LOVE THIS TECHNOLOGY."

"Why are you yelling?"

"WHY— oh. Sorry. Can you still hear me?"

"Yes."

"I've never used one of these before, you see. New device. DARLING!" he bellows again and you wince. "IT WAS THE PHELETONE RINGING! I GOT IT TO WORK!"

If you went through this entire ordeal for it to be the wrong number, heads will roll. "Sorry about the late hour, but I was told to ring by Mr Gaunt...?"

"Yes! Yes. That's right. Wait. Oh." The speaker makes a sad noise. "Then this is about Seb, isn't it?"

"Yes. Is Mr Gaunt present? Can I speak to him?"

"'Course!" You manage to pull the phone away in time before he yells, "IT'S THE LADY FROM THE TAVERN! ABOUT SEB! Say, I really should pay a visit, he says you've got the best stout this side of the—"

The phone fumbles again, accompanied with an "Oi!" before someone, Ominis, clears his throat down the line.

"My deepest apologies, madam. You rang about Sebastian?"

"Yeah." You take a deep breath. "Got drunk, refuses to leave."

"For the love of—" He lets out an aggravated sigh. "I apologise. We will come pick him up immediately."

Ominis doesn't kid about immediate. Ten minutes later there's a knock at the door. He's about as impeccably dressed as last time, full suit, waistcoat and breeches, tidy to the nth degree – and just as irritated.

His companion, however, slouches with hands tucked in pockets, stands shorter but stouter, and wears a ragged linen shirt and typical work trousers, both singed with scorch marks. Ginger hair tickles his shoulders, left bedraggled and uncombed. His only mark of opulence is a gold band on his ring finger. Even his expression is distractingly boyish – it's like he's never seen a pub before, the way he looks around, oohing and aahing.

"Pardon the late intrusion." Ominis steps inside. "Where—?"

"HOGWARTS, HOGWARTS, HOGGY WARTY HOGWARTS, TEACH US SOMETHING PLEEEEEASE!"

"Never mind." Ominis sighs and taps his companion with his walking stick. "Mr Weasley, if you could lead the rescue."

"Nice to meet you properly!" Instead, Mr Weasley clasps your hand and shakes enthusiastically. "Ominis told me all about you. Name's Garreth. I'm his partner."

"Business partner," Ominis says quickly, with that practiced smile. "At work."

"Oh, er, yes, right. Business partner."

You extract your grip. Jesus, he could take your arm off. "Nice to meet you as well. Sorry to interrupt your police duties so late."

Garreth turns to Ominis; his smile looks rather crooked. "Yes, we were so busy with our police work, weren't we, colleague?"

"Forgive my work partner," Ominis says smoothly. "He despises his role as my assistant."

"Your—!"

"You'd better fetch him, Weasley. As I am blind, I cannot help you."

There's an insufferable quality to Ominis' expression. Garreth sticks out his tongue as you head upstairs, where Sebastian is now rolling on the floor yelling the unfamiliar shanty at unbearable levels.

"JUST DO YOUR BEST, WE'LL DO THE REST, AND LEARN UNTIL OUR BRAINS ALL— Garreth!"

"Galloping gargoyles, Seb." Garreth pads forwards like his friend is an easily-spooked mouse. "Look at the state of you!"

"You know this one! Sing with me! HOGWARTS, HOGWARTS—"

"Okay, that's not winning any awards." He gracelessly hooks Sebastian's arm over his shoulder, hauling him upright. "You're so heavy."

"And you're so... ginger."

When Garreth eventually manages to drag Sebastian to the front door, you tidy him up until he's somewhat presentable. "Will you be all right?" you address Ominis. "You don't have a carriage. Did you walk?"

Ominis seems momentarily put-out. "I— yes. We... do like a walk."

At two in the morning? They've hardly dressed for outdoor weather. This time of year the nights are less forgiving. "You're going to struggle carrying him between you."

"It's a short walk to our— my office."

"There might be a train running? Or a bus?"

"Let's take a bus, Ominis!" Garreth bounces so excitedly Sebastian's head bobs. "I've always wanted—"

"That won't be necessary," Ominis says. "We'll be fine."

Sebastian and Garreth get a head start into the street, though not before Sebastian blows you a terribly sloppy air kiss. He might find that embarrassing once he sobers up.

"Mr Gaunt."

Ominis pauses at the door – just as Garreth lists precariously to his left, treading on Sebastian's foot. Sebastian yelps, "Ow, you great troll!" as Garreth laughs.

"Did he forget to settle the bill? I apologise—"

"No, no, I wanted to ask about... something Sebastian said earlier. Someone's coming after him?"

His jaw clenches. He knows too. "How much did he tell you?"

"What's going on?" you pointedly ignore the question. "Is it a fugitive?"

"Of a sort," he hedges. "I wouldn't fret. You aren't the target."

Target. Like a fox shirking the hunt.

"Your friend Kath turned him away," you say, haunches rising. "Said there was nothing you could do. Sebastian was really worried about me, and you and Garreth."

This must be news to Ominis; he scowls. "Katherine is part of a... unique division of our department. She would certainly help if she were amenable, which I knew she wouldn't be. Sebastian is on leave. It's not his job to meddle." He lifts his chin, putting it all behind him. "I can assure you, the situation is under control, madam. There's nothing to worry about."

The market streets are busy so late in the afternoon. You despise it – normally, if you have to make a trip, you pay Ada to watch your parents early and go at the crack of dawn. Most of the good stock will be gone before midday, and now, by the riverside and crammed with paupers and beggars, the place reeks of body odour, brine and fetid meat.

Inventory was off this morning, whole crates of vegetables missing. There was no sign of break-in, the back door intact and locked, and Cook reassured he'd received and secured the stock in the iceboxes yesterday. It's a very strange situation, but without the veg, he can't make stew for the evening rush, so you put it aside for now and brave the crowd, clutching your purse close and blotting out the vendors hawking their wares. Expedited delivery won't come cheap.

You find the stall in the centre of the street, its contents ransacked by previous customers. Only the worst bits are left, spotted sheaves of dried herbs, fruit blackened with age and dense cuts of shoulder and shank. You wait for the grocer to appear, but he's nowhere to be seen.

"Bit dangerous to be out all alone, ain't it?"

Your eyes dart left to the man, twice your height and weight, in his mid-fifties. He looms over you sheathed in leather and broadcloth, neither of which disguise how thick his arms are, like sewage pipes, and a face gnarled, sneering and unpleasant to look at for too long. Tattoos creep up his neck and hands, dark and precisely rendered like knifepoint.

"It's three o'clock in a busy market," you reply. "I'll be fine."

"Brave girl. Mouthy, maybe."

"And proud. Please excuse me."

"Hold on now," he says, stepping closer, too close. "We was just getting acquainted." He tips his bowler hat. "You're the bar girl."

Coming from him, it's not a term of endearment. It's a threat.

"I think you know a good friend of mine," he continues, voice slick like fatty oil. "Fairly tall bloke. Annoying grin. Freckles."

Sebastian. "You know how many customers I get through the door?" you say, even when your heart threatens to burst.

"Stout's his favourite. That's your least popular beer, I know. You get your shipments same time every week, and for the past four, you only got the mahogany barrel in twice." He leans forwards; his breath stinks worse than the market. "Pretty impressive he drinks enough to make it worth stockin'."

You glance furtively to your left: half a dozen set of eyes watch the exchange, all burly, menacing henchmen. Your feet itch to move, but there's no way you can outrun them all.

You force the fear back down your throat. "Don't have a clue who you're on about."

"You'll remember fast. See, bar girl, there's bigger things at work than your little pub." He reaches into the produce and plucks an old, shrivelled grape clean from the stem. "Things he'll never tell you."

"Thrilling stuff. You should write for the paper."

"Sebastian Sallow ain't the pretty, innocent boy he pretends to be. He got his hands dirty then played victim when the rot came. It don't work that way. There's always consequences. Like this grape, you see? Delicate thing. One wrong move, and you might cut it." He slices across with his nail, breaking the skin. "Peel it." He pinches the skin and rips it down, exposing the flesh beneath. "Or, my personal favourite..."

He closes his hand, and the juice dribbles down his wrist.

"Crush it."

Your heart thunders.

"In the end," says the man, "I'm the almighty fist, and the weak grape is just a weak little grape."

"Cute metaphor," you mutter. "Still don't see the relevance."

"Just pass on the message. You tell him when he comes back – eight o'clock, right? You tell 'im his ol' mate Harlow says hello." He makes a flicking gesture, recalling his dogs. "Shame about your stock. Hope it weren't stolen."

You don't look away until they eventually melt into the crowd, when you finally grasp the hem of your dress, trying to stop trembling.

The moment Sebastian comes shouldering through the door that evening, you snatch his arm and drag him to the stockroom.

"In public, bar girl?" He laughs. "I didn't know you were so frisky."

His grin drowns when you glare at him.

"I got a visit at the market today. Some bloke called Harlow."

"Fuck." It hisses out, like a short burst of steam from a loose pipe. "Fuck. I knew it. I knew it."

"Who the hell is he, Sebastian? Is this the psychopath you were worried about?"

His jaw clenches. "Yeah. We've got a history."

"And the Pope's Catholic, well done."

He manages to look guilty. "He got involved with my business, and I... in a word, retaliated. We've been at each other's throats since."

"Well that's just brilliant," you snap, that fear morphing into anger. "As if I haven't got enough to deal with, now I have to worry about a bloody crime syndicate. I'm already walking tightrope here with— my parents," you whisper the words. "Can't you get Ominis to sort it?"

"He can't do anything either."

"What if I lodge a complaint? As a respected member of the community they might listen to me—"

"They won't do anything, bar girl. The woman I was with, Kath? She's high up and can't do squat either, not until there's unquestionable evidence."

"I'm the unquestionable evidence! He all but admitted to theft. And he made some bloody grape analogy at me!"

"They won't listen to you."

"Why not?"

He sighs. "Because you're Muggle, that's why."

"This stupid term of endearment—"

"Because I care about you. Because they'll assume you're compromised, because of me."

Out of everything, you weren't expecting him to say that. He's so battle-scarred and jaded that the admission is jarringly soft. All your frustration near-dissolves, replaced with that honey-warm longing that won't leave you alone.

His eyes sweep you down, and hesitantly he reaches forwards, cupping your shoulders. "Did he hurt you?"

The touch warms your cheeks. "No."

"Did he touch you?"

"No."

"But he ambushed you?"

You're silent. His eyes darken.

"I'll sort this."

"You said that last time." He heads to the door, and you hurry to catch him. "Sebastian—"

"I'll be careful." His voice is hard and unforgiving. "And I'll make sure he never goes near you again."

You wake to a door clattering.

It's true when they say a city never sleeps. There's always something moving outside, making noise, an errant drunk lost on his way home, a fox howling for its pups, the hum of gas lamps or the churn of smoke in the far distance. It's never quiet, not so quiet that one noise breaks your slumber.

Sebastian hasn't been in for the last few days. His face crosses your mind, as it always does in the morning, when you groggily spill out of bed, lighting a candle to retrieve a shawl. Truth be told, you've been antsy. Sebastian's retaliation, whatever it is, will likely dunk you in hot water with the gang, and you can't risk it with your parents, and your pub, on the line. You pad downstairs to check them, but they're fast asleep. If that gang wants to beat you to bloody pulp, fine, but they can't take the people you love.

The clattering resumes.

You douse the candle and tiptoe to the ground floor. A draught cleaves at your bare skin, and dread sluices through you. The back door's open. That doesn't make sense. You locked it, you're sure, but when you check it there's no sign of forced entry again – like someone simply willed it open by mind alone.

Gooseflesh prickles down your arms. You snatch a pan from the side, gently nudging the door closed with your foot, then crouch and sneak into the main hall. If there is an intruder, you can catch them unawares—

A sudden spasm in your hand makes the pan fly away. You flinch backwards just as someone seizes you, hauling you up. One of Harlow's gang.

"Unhand me," you snarl when he drags you into the back alley. "I don't want any part in your pathetic spat—"

"Too late for that. Sallow pissed us off, and now Harlow wants you taken in."

Behind you, you hear a strange popping noise, but you don't dare turn around.

"The police will investigate. People will report me missing."

"No one's gonna' remember who you are," Harlow's voice behind makes you shudder, betraying your true feelings. "So you'd better hope he comes, bar girl... or else it's you who's payin' the price."

You swing around to the sight of him and three others – how the hell did they sneak up so fast? – closing in and reaching for something in their pockets. Batons, maybe. Your fight-or-flight kicks in, and without another thought, you shirk the henchman's grip, swing back and punch him in the nose. He mustn't have been expecting it because he staggers back, and blood spurts outwards in an arc.

"Bitch," he snarls, as his henchman grabs you again, digging dirty nails into your skin. "I'll fucking—"

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, don’t you know there’s better ways to address a lady?”

Everyone looks up. Sebastian hangs off the metal stairwell zigzagging up the side of the adjacent wall. Dressed in all black, he's drumming something on his thigh, but it's too dark to see. Your heart leaps into your throat.

"Sebastian, you have to run—"

"Really risking everything to settle the score? Wouldn't have thought you'd want to dirty your pristine hands, Theo."

Harlow recovers quickly, grabbing you and pulling you close. "You're really testing me, you little shit. The fuck you think blowing up our stores was going to do? Come down 'ere or your Muggle cunt gets it."

"Let her go first. You want me, not her."

"Nah." Harlow sneers. "I'll keep her close so you don't get too big for your broom."

"Boots," you correct tersely.

"Shut up." Harlow rattles you hard, making your joints ache. "What'll it be, boy?"

Sebastian uses the fence to break the drop between the stairwell and the ground. "You realise if you do anything to her, you'll have the entire Ministry on your arse? You can't wipe everyone this side of town. I know you're a couple of Knuts short of a Sickle, Theo, but breaking the Statute is the worst offence of all."

You have no idea what he's talking about it, but after a second of mulling, Harlow shoves you forwards, right into Sebastian's arms. He pulls you close, and you're wrapped in all of him, his scent, his muscle, his safety. The bubble of calm pops once his hands slide around your waist, and his head finds the crook between your shoulder and neck. You don't realise why until everything hits you, all at once. Harlow hurt you. He almost did worse. You wrap your arms around Sebastian, trying to anchor to his predatory stillness, but the tremors don't stop once they start.

"It's all right," he soothes. "I've got you."

"Don't let go," you whisper. "Please."

Pulling back, he smooths the strands of hair from your forehead and the tears trailing down your cheeks. Coffee eyes. It's a substance that wakes you up, grounds you in the passage of time, but now you feel almost weightless, a feather in the infinite, ephemeral void. Is this what it means to feel his love? To feel like he would let the world burn around you, if it would grant him the gift of your smile?

"I have to let go," he says, never once looking away. "Do me another favour? Turn around, face the wall, and close your eyes."

When did he represent the beacon of comfort that makes you cling harder at the thought of letting go? When did his orbit begin to arc so perfectly in time with yours?

"What are you going to do?"

"Finish it."

"Sebastian—"

"I'll be all right." He winks. "Be a lot easier if you believed in me."

"I do," you say, no hesitation.

He steps back. Casting a wary look to Harlow and his goons, you face the strip of wooden stakes that separate the alley from the garden.

"Close them, love," Sebastian says.

Love, you ruminate as you shut your eyes. As far as terms of endearment go, that one might be your favourite.

Everything seems to happen at once. Sebastian and Harlow both yell something unintelligible, but you don't hear knuckles cracking or bones crunching, just bursts and pops and odd grunts. You keep your promise, squeeze your eyes until you can't possibly shut them anymore, but the noise of the mayhem confuses you. You can't make sense of what's going on – fist fights don't normally sound so... volcanic.

Harlow makes a grunt. "You little shit—"

Something bursts again. Sebastian laughs, Harlow curses. Without warning a hand seizes your arm. Your eyes fly open, panicked – but it's Sebastian, panting hard, alive.

Covered in blood.

"We have to go. Hold onto me, quickly."

In your peripheral, Harlow's men are scattered on the ground, injuries numerous. Harlow's teeth shine red. You do as instructed before he can get to his feet, and hold tightly to Sebastian's arms.

"C-Can you run?"

"Don't need to." He smirks. "Hold me tightly."

So you do, and he cups the back of your head, bringing you close to his chest. Blood, dirt, sweat, musk. It combines into a seducing cocktail that stirs your longing. Crushed against him, you only see darkness, and inadvertently you shut your eyes again, lost in the safety of his embrace.

Suddenly everything twists. The sensation feels like your body is being stretched and contracted at the same time, pushed and pulled, beaten and reshaped like dough in a baker's hands. By the time you think to open your eyes, the world is still again, and you clutch Sebastian tighter.

"Safe." A beat. "You can let go now."

When you pull away, dizzy and nauseous – what the hell was that? – your face is wet with blood. There, just above where you rested your head is a giant gash weeping through his shirt.

"You're injured!"

He grins – face pale and teeth full of blood. "I'm all right, bar girl. Barely... a scratch."

He takes one step away, then collapses into your arms.

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soft smells

spencer reid x reader who loves cooking and baking cooking and baking with spencer.

fluff! rated e for everyone!

i keep seeing cooking and baking inspo on pinterest 😫

this is the recipe for bruschetta i used.

(i wanna be his housewife so bad it’s insane)

You hear the front door open as you’re taking the tray out of the oven. You’re so excited for Spencer to try your latest creation, you’re not paying attention to your hands and accidentally touch the super hot tray.

“Ow!” You scream. Spencer runs in and sees you cradling your palm.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” He asks, concerned.

“I accidentally burned my hand.” You hiss at the searing pain. You reach for the freezer to ice your burn.

Spencer stops you, “Wait! Don’t ice it! Ice is the worst thing for a burn!”

Spencer makes you sit at the dining table. He grabs a few things from the medicine cabinet as you watch.

He takes a leaf from your aloe vera plant, and cuts the leaf open. He takes some of the gel from the leaf and rubs it gently on your burn.

You wince at the sensation.

He notices and says, “Trust me it will help.”

“I know.” You manage a smile.

He bandages up your palm and kisses it.

“Alright get more of those every hour.” He says smiling.

“More aloe?” You ask, confused by what he means.

“No, the kisses.” He hands you some medicine to help with the pain. You take it and go back to making your bruschetta.

You pick up the bowl you’d premade with the mixture of extra virgin olive oil, garlic, oregano , basil, onions, salt and pepper. Meanwhile, Spencer transfers the bread onto a cooling rack for you.

You brush the mixture onto the bread slices. It smells divine. Then you add the chopped tomatoes. It envelops Spencer’s nostrils and makes his stomach grow hungrier. He tries to steal a slice when you’re not looking.

“It’s still hot Spence. Unless you want your tongue to look like my hand I would put that back.” He sighs and puts the slice back.

You sprinkle basil on the bruschetta and tell Spencer to wait in the living room. He obeys silently. Stomach growling louder by the second.

In the living room, the soft smell of toasted bread and cheese fills his senses yet again. You’d added mozzarella on top and bring it into the living room some time later.

“Cooled off?” He confirms.

“Yes, try some.” He takes the biggest piece and takes a bite. He moans happily when the taste hits his tongue.

“Oh wow!” Is all he can say.

“Delicious. Nothing better.” You say wiping a crumb off your mouth. You look at Spencer whose face is covered in crumbs. His mouth is full. This is one of the funniest things in the world and you laugh.

He tries to say ‘something on my face?’ but all that comes out is,

“Thomeing o ma ace?”

“Yes!” You laugh so hard you can’t breathe and tears fill your eyes.

After he swallows, he kisses you.

“We should make food together more often.”

“As long as you don’t eat it all before it’s done.” You tease.

“As long as you don’t burn your hand first.” He fires back jokingly.

“Oh yeah? What should we make next?”

“Cake!” His eyes light up.

You giddily run with him to the kitchen to go make a cake. You make a strawberry cake together and Spencer decorated it with pink icing and white icing flowers. You slice up some fresh strawberries and add them on top.

It was the best cake Spencer had ever eaten. Even more so, since it was made with love.

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