#dinner and took me out for cupcakes and to an amusement park

[jaanii]

OMG RESPONFINF TO ALL BIRTHDAY MESSAGES AND ASKS NOW SORRY SKRRY

[mysticalrambling]

Ommmmgggggg i just read your lates story of steve rogers arrange marriage. And it was the most heartbreaking story evern written. It was really good although my heart got broken reading it😞I read you will take time in fulfilling request, so you can take a lot of time but I m making a small request🙃Like you have written lots of arranged marriage tropes but they all were angsty in the beginning, can you write something from your perspective on steve rogers arrange marriage which has no angst only lots and lots of fluff. like they are still in arranged marriage but there is no angst they are both trying for their marriage because after all the angst i guess a fluff treat would be nice☺only if you want to

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and the plot line is great. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it.

Perfect Life (S.R)

Steve Rogers Fan Fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Steve and you get married and you decide to give your marriage a fair chance. You both soon fall in love and you are really happy together. You get pregnant and it is all perfect till the very end.

Warnings: Some mention of blood and angst but otherwise it is all fluff.

._._._._._.

Steve and you were informed by Fury that there will be an arrange marriage. He didn’t give much explanation but simply stated that the government demanded it and you both simply had to oblige. When you were recruited by the Avengers, you were a super soldier just like Bucky under the influence of Hydra. It took a lot of work to get you back from the brain washed state and Steve played a big role in that. You both were partners in the field and best of friends. Many people thought that you both would oppose the idea but you didn’t. Sure, you were confused but you couldn’t fight it if the government ordered it. No one could so you thought you would give it a shot.

You simply asked for sometime to discuss it by yourselves and Fury reluctantly he agreed. He was prepared for a screaming match and being beaten to a pulp by the Captain and the super soldier. However, he was met with calm expressions and thoughtful gazes. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t feel attracted to one another. So when he left the meeting room, Steve asked you out for dinner. Privacy was needed to discuss this matter and he wanted to do it outside of the compound.

“Are you ready to go, (Y/N)?” Steve knocked on your door at exact eight o’clock. Captain America never liked to be late.

“Yes, I am.” This was the first time he had seen you in a dress. It hugged your curves just right and the maroon dress contrasted beautifully with your skin. You simply looked like an angel. A devil disguised as an angel that it.

“Let’s go.” Steve took you to your favorite restaurant and you felt a little flutter in your heart when you realised that he took notice of the little things.

Clearing your throat, you started to come to the point of the dinner, “So what do you think about this marriage?”

“Um... I am okay with it, I guess. What about you?”

“Same here. I have actually liked you for sometime now and I would be willing to give this marriage a try.”

“I like you as well and same here.” You chuckled when you saw a light blush appear on your partner’s cheek. He found your confidence endearing and that was one of the things that he first noticed about you.

“Okay, good. I just want a simple ceremony with our friends present. Is that okay with you?” There was no point in beating around the bush and so you started the discussion of the wedding arrangements.

“I was thinking the same thing. Let me just text Fury that we are going ahead with the marriage and then we can discuss the rest.” You both enjoyed the dinner to the fullest whilst making small conversation. This was the first time that you actually had fun on a date after hydra and same goes for Steve. They couldn’t keep up a conversation with you when they didn’t know the things you go through on daily basis.

“Do you want to get ice cream? There is a really good ice cream parlor down the street.” Getting out of the restaurant, he helped you get in to your jacket.

You always had a sweet tooth and you were a sucker for ice creams. Steve and you were going to make a good couple because of your similar taste. “Yes, I would love that. So do you know anything about the mission tomorrow?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y detected some illegal shipment coming from one of the abandoned hydra facilities. We think that it is being occupied and you and I are just going to go there and install some cameras for surveillance.” He ordered two scoops of butterscotch and you decided to take a walk while eating.

“What if we encounter some hydra bastards? Do we get to kill them?” You rubbed your hands together in excitement at the thought of ridding the world of hydra scum.

“No, we don’t. We can’t engage so don’t get too excited about it.”

You both reached the compound and all your friends were waiting for you in the lounge. They all pounced on you as Fury had already informed them about the marriage. Natasha had already planned out the bachelor party while Pepper had booked an appointment with the world’s known fashion designer. You kept laughing at all their thrilled expressions and you were feeling sure of your choice by the minute.

The night passed like it and before you know you were off to the mission. Steve was extra protective this time as he won’t let you move a step forward before double checking the hallways first. You just rolled your eyes but you still found it pretty darn cute. No one has ever cared for you like this. But what you didn’t realise was that there was a secret doorway in one of the halls that you passed and you were quickly ambushed by four hydra agents. You got into your super soldier mode and took on the two to your right while Steve went for the left ones.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)? Cap?” Tony’s voice filtered through the comms.

“We have been ambushed but we have it under control.” You talked while slicing the jugular of a blonde six foot man and kicking the other in the shin. Steve also had it under control as he deflected all the attacks with his shield and threw punches when he got an opening.

“Okay. I have agents on standby if you need them.”

“Copy that.” After about five minutes, you had dealt with all of them and got away with only a couple of cuts and bruises.

“Let’s go to the infirmary together.” Steve purposed the idea when you refused Tony’s order to go get checked by the doctors. He didn’t want you to feel like he was ordering you around but he cared about you a lot.

“Only if you insist and Cap, we are getting married at the end of this week.” Kissing him on the lips, you left for the infirmary while he stood there with his mouth agape.

The whole compound was a mess for the whole week and Tony had benched you and Steve because apparently, the bride and groom can not be injured on their wedding day. You were over the moon about this new chapter in your life and so was your fiancé. This was the best thing that has happened to you in a while and you were glad. The ceremony was over before you even knew it with you both reading out your own vows and kissing sweetly when the priest announced you as husband and wife. You loved every minute of it but you were glad when it was over.

“I just wanted to tell you that we can take it slow if you want to.” As soon as Steve entered the room, he tried to clear things up before they got uncomfortable.

“I don’t want to. I told you I had feelings for you and they have grown ever since.”

“I love you, (Y/N). I know it might be too early but-”

“I love you too. Now, kiss me.” You spent the night with your husband and it was perfect. He made you bed in breakfast the next morning and you just enjoyed the whole day with your husband. It was truly a blessing to have Captain America as your husband because he was truly an honest and a moral man.

The next few days for you were spent as a newly married wife and it was perfect. Your friends threw parties and took you both out for dinners; their treat. You didn’t go back to your job for a couple more days and safe to say, it was peaceful. The days were spent with your friends as you all lounged around in the theatre room. At night, it was just you and your husband and it was much more entertaining.

“(Y/N), I have to go on a classified mission with Buck. Are you going to be okay at home, all alone?” Steve kissed the top of your head as he placed the pancakes in front of you.

“I am not going to ask what it is about but I need guarantee that you are going to back to me in one piece.” You mumbled while shoving pancakes in to your mouth. A girl needs her food.

“I will, promise. Love you, babe.”

“Love you too.” There was a moment of silence before you contemplated about what to do with your day.

Entering the kitchen, Tony asked. “What are you doing?”

“Just resting.”

“I am in mood of some homemade cupcakes. Want to bake them with me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I suppose. Have nothing else to do.” You were worried about Steve because it had been a long while since he had gone on a mission without you.

“Cap is going to be just fine and Bucky is with him. No one can win against that metal arm. My invention is state of the art.” Seeing you distracted, he tried to ease your worries. Pretty soon, you indulged into the whole baking thing and time passed you by.

“Hey, I am home.” Steve was shocked to see the whole kitchen filled with baked goods; counter, oven top, coffee table and chairs. Tony and you might have gone a little overboard with the whole baking thing. It was a good distraction so no one should blame you.

“Hi. You are alright.” A sigh of relief escaped you as you crushed him into a hug.

“I never back down from a promise, princess.” He tucked you under his left arm and picked up a muffin with his right. “What do you want to do today?”

“I was thinking we can go to the amusement park today.” You turned in his arms to give him your puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to you then.

“As you wish, princess.” You both quickly got ready with you wearing a sundress that reached your mid thigh and Steve in a simple black t shity and jeans.

The amusement park had been fun up until you decided that you wanted to go on the roller coaster. The moment it fell downwards from the sky, you looked pale and horrified. For someone who was reluctant to go on the ride, Steve was quite enjoying himself. When it stopped, you found the near trash can and hurled violently. Afterwards, you decided to stick to the slower rides. By the end of the day, you were on a ferris wheel with your husband by your side and your favorite ice cream in your hand. You kissed on top of the ferris wheel. Cliche but that was exactly what you were going for. This was all perfect and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I love you so much.” You whispered lazily as you laid in the bed with the blankets wrapped around you snugly. Today was wonderful but tiring.

“I love you too. (Y/N), have you thought about kids?” He asked reluctantly as he knew that it had only been a month in your marriage. It was a little too early but he just wanted to know.

“I know that they are in my future but I want to wait a year or two. I want to spend sometime with you alone.”

“This is the same thought that I had. Just wanted to get this out of the way.” Kissing you sweetly, he called it a night and dozed off to sleep.

Three years passed you by like they were nothing, Maybe it was because you were too happy. Of course there had been lows in your life like when you and Steve were on the verge of divorce because you were starting to drift apart. But you both worked through it and you were happier ever since. You almost died once in a mission and you weren’t able to get off the bed for three moths. It was painful and Steve was with you every step of the way.

However, there were too many good things that tipped the scale in your favor. Like when Steve brought a puppy as a gift for your first anniversary, Milo. Your love from him only grew afterwards and when you both found out that you were pregnant with your first child, you were over the moon. A tiny version of you and Steve was growing inside of you and it was the best feeling in the world. Labor was extensive but you got her as a reward. Rebecca Grant Rogers.

“Can you please go see her? I fed her about an hour ago.” You kicked your husband out of bed and he whined before getting up. Sleepless nights were finally getting to you both.

Gently cooing to the three months old, Steve picked her from the crib. “Hey bubs. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

“Mmmmm” Becca babbled on as she saw her favorite person in front of her. The four month was attached to his hip and you loved the bond between them.

“Let’s go to our room and try to sleep again.” You had drifted to sleep but you stirred awake when he came back to bed with your daughter in his arms.

“She is not going to sleep?”

“No, this little bug just wants to spend time with her parents.” A toothless grin adorned her face as she kept her icy blue eyes on her parents.

“Do you want me to make you laugh, huh, baby?” Tickling her, you got a smile on your face as she laughed out whole heartedly. She was the mini version of Steve but there were hints of you in her as well, like her chin or her smile.

Time passed by and soon it was 3 in the morning. “Let’s sleep now.”

“Yes. We have to go on a mission tomorrow and Nat and Wanda have said that they will babysit Becca for the day.”

“That’s nice.” Steve laid your little girl in the middle of the bed and you both put your arms around her. It was peaceful and you were content with your life.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, babe. Sweet dreams.” You thank Fury everyday for the decision of getting you two married. Your life was just perfect now and nothing could change that.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

._._._._.

A/N: I loved writing about Steve and I am open to requests now. I will be working on my own drafts alongside it. You can send in requests but it will take some days for me to get to them:) Love you guys and do tell me if you want to be added to my taglist.

Tag list: @justile

Like, comment and reblog.

[brittelizzabeth]

Marley and Sam

I’m aware this is all in my mind

season 4

Sam felt so bad for Marley when they said those things about her mom

He tried to fix things and they started to hang out as friends

They were volunteers in a group to help homeless people

Both of them worked in a pet shop and they played with the puppies when there was no costumers in the store

They were just friends

Marley talked about Jake with Sam and Sam talked about Brittany with Marley

Marley showed Sam her songs and he love them

He was so happy when he asked him and Unique and Blaine to sing with her You Have More Friends Than You Know (god I love that song so much)

season 5

They became closer when Brittany left to MIT

Sam was sad because he really liked her and they were really good friends and Marley tried to cheer him up

Marley took him to a Taylor Swift concert because she knew how much he loved her and she loved her too. She took extra shifts to be able to pay for the concert tickets

They had a lot of fun and after that Sam bought Marley a guitar because she wanted to learn how to play it like Taylor

They are huge swifties

Sam taught her how to play the guitar

Marley’s mom loves Sam because she have dinner at her house all the time after work

They promised to keep in touch after senior’s graduation

Sam send Marley of that bus with a picture of himself in underwear and she was so proud of him

season 6

Sam told Marley he was back to McKinley and they started to hanging out again. Even though she was transferred to another school, she still lived there

Marley was still working at the pet shop and Sam visited her all the time after work

She always talked about how much she wanted a puppy and she was in love with a baby golden retriever from the store

Sam adopted him for her and they called the dog Taylor because TAYLOR SWIFT

Sam felt his heart beating so fast when he saw Marley’s happy face and he found himself thinking about her all the time

She was so happy and she started to think about how much of a good friend Sam always was and how much she loved to spend time with him

Sam asked her on a date and she said yes immediately

They went to a Harry Potter exhibition and they had a blast. Sam bought them Hufflepuff scarfs and wands

One time they went to a picnic in a park and Marley cooked cupcakes for them. Sam sang Love Grows (this is my favorite and now I proclaimed it the official Sarley’s song (except for all of the Taylor Swift’s songs)) and they had their first kiss

By the end of the season 6 they were secretly but Brittany, Santana and Mercedes knew (I don’t have an explanation for that) and they were so happy for them

after I lived

They live together in Lima in the same neighborhood as Brittana and Quick

Sam is Brittana’s children biological father because they needed someone and he offered himself and they thought that was so cute and “he’s hot so why not?”

They don’t have kids but their dog Taylor is like their child

They babysit Brittana’s kids on Brittany and Santana date night. And same for Puck and Quinn

Because they just love kids

They took them to amusement parks and movies and they play games with them at their home when the kids spend the night there

Sam writes notes for Marley every morning like “I love you” “you’re my sunshine” “read me Harry Potter fanfic tonight? Love you” just adorable things

Game nigh at Brittana’s every week (like in all of my headcanons). Santana and Marley prepare the house and cool and Sam and Brittany choose the games and sometimes the fight about it because Brittany wants to play Just Dance every time and Sam wants to play SingStar. Santana and Marley think they are two hilarious kids

They do something new every day and they are just so will in love

They live happy together until this day

send me a character/couple/friendship and I’ll tell you my ✨headcanons✨ about them

[bulkyphrase]

Everybody & the Avengers Team

I've got a new fic rec list for you!

The stories in the "X & the Avengers Team" tags focus on one person's relationship to the Avengers team as a whole. Courtesy of AO3's tag browse and Excel, here's a ranked list of the top 20 most popular pairings:

Tony Stark | 2470 total, 240 OTP

Peter Parker | 2255 total, 85 OTP

Steve Rogers | 602 total, 56 OTP

Loki | 387 total, 26 OTP

Natasha Romanov | 308 total, 35 OTP

Clint Barton | 268 total, 46 OTP

Bruce Banner | 244 total, 15 OTP

Thor | 209 total, 7 OTP

Avengers Team | 174 total, 24 OTP

James "Bucky" Barnes | 156 total, 7 OTP

Wanda Maximoff | 143 total, 4 OTP

Phil Coulson | 105 total, 9 OTP

Darcy Lewis | 91 total, 6 OTP

Matt Murdock | 60 total, 8 OTP

Sam Wilson | 53 total, 5 OTP

Nick Fury | 41 total, 5 OTP

Harry Potter | 40 total, 0 OTP

Pepper Potts | 31 total, 1 OTP

Vision | 29 total, 2 OTP

Stiles Stilinski | 25 total, 0 OTP

In chart form, if you like charts:

Notes:

The numbers after the names are the number of stories tagged with that ship. OTP means the number of stories where that is the only relationship tagged on the story. Numbers are accurate as of July 2021.

Story Recommendations

For your reading pleasure, included below is at least one fic rec for each pairing except the crossovers from non-Marvel fandoms (apologies to Mr. Potter & Mr. Stilinski). Most are gen fic, and even in the ones with a romantic pairing, romance is not the focus.

Tony Stark

As Subtle As Cognitive Recalibration by petroltogo (Teen, 8949) tumblr: @tonystarktogo

Standing inside his penthouse, listening to Rogers, Barton and Banner explain to Fury how they just happened to stumble over the Tesseract on a routine security check of Stark Tower’s roof and wouldn’t you know, they’ve managed to fight off the looming alien invasion before it could really start and secure the missing overpowered nightlight is one of the most surreal situations Tony has ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

Peter Parker

the worst field trip ever by shrill_fangirl_screaming (Teen, 3420) tumblr: @i-am-having-an-emotion

"We're on a field trip," Peter said. "To here. And Tony decided to be our tour guide and absolutely embarrass me, so can you please help get him under control?"

Which is how Peter Parker, architect of his own destruction, ended up with not one but two superhero pseudo-dads being annoying on his school field trip.

Steve Rogers

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't) by GalaxyThreads (Teen, 11022) tumblr: @galaxythreads

That seems about right. He doesn't know how he knows that, though. He does have vague memories of an annoyed fondness at finding peanut butter in some sort of jam. Thor's doing, because he doesn't see the point of using two knives when one works just as fine. He knows that. How does he know that? He knows all those little details, though, almost innately. How can he know these strangers so deeply?

Everyone else below the cut!

Loki

Proprietary by TheThirdMarauder (Teen, 7639)

No, Loki simply wants the Avengers conquered. The details of whom, how, and when matter not. Unless, of course, said details interfere with Loki's plans. Then, well, then none can fault him for protecting his own interests.

Loki has always been exceptionally good at lying to himself.

Natasha Romanov

What Girls Are Made Of by enigma731 (Teen, 4613) tumblr: @enigma731

She rolls her eyes but does as he’s indicated, using his shoulders to leverage herself up onto his back, her arms around his neck and her legs hugging his waist.

“You know,” he says blithely, “this isn’t really what I tend to picture when I think of a hot girl riding me.”

Natasha groans, deciding that if his sense of humor gets them arrested, she’ll kill him herself. “Just go.”

Clint Barton

Dear Clint Barton (circa age 7) by pollyrepeat (Teen, 4221)

With a normal person, this might count as blackmail material, but a) this is a case of mutually assured destruction if ever there was one, and b) Fury is immune to embarrassment. Not just in the regular, Tony Stark way, either, oh no. Things that could possibly end up being embarrassing to Fury get somehow warped and changed until they go from mortifying all the way over into useful and/or good for his image. It’s like a superpower.

Carrying Clint’s small child self around on his shoulders more than once has probably already hit the interagency rumour mill as an example of Fury’s innate awesomeness: good with rocket launchers and small children.

Also available as a podfic!

Bruce Banner

They're Not Wrong by Trumpeteer34 (Teen, 10163)

As Tony began to pace around the hole in the road to keep himself from shooting repulsors at the nearby buildings in a fit of rage, Thor began to study the nearby area. There was no sign of either the Hulk or Bruce Banner beyond the crater. The surrounding area, aside from the rubble of the fight, held no clue as to their friend’s location.

“Guys, he’s gone,” Tony growled into the communicator on their private line, drawing Thor out of his darkening thoughts. “Someone tranqed him and took him. He’s gone.”

Honorary mention goes to the Responsible Science series by @letteredlettered - the stories don’t have the "Avengers Team & Bruce Banner" tag, but they could, and they are amazing. The best Bruce Banner writing I've ever come across.

Thor

Fortunately, I Am Mighty by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 3062)

Steve was the first one to speak. “Are you okay?”

Thor nodded. Which was a bad idea, as it turned out, because now there were little gray lights flashing in front of his eyes. “I’m fine.” Absolutely everyone narrowed their eyes, and he added, “But, uh. Could we possibly not get back in the car just yet?”

Avengers Team

Civil Wasn't by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 7123)

"We're having an ideological conflict here," Tony stated with disbelief. "Are you telling me you still want to go out to dinner?"

"It's a standing engagement, Tony," Rhodey reminded him.

"Not you too—"

"We already had to reschedule from Friday when Natasha was..." Rhodey frowned. "What were you doing?"

The question was directed toward Natasha, who shrugged and said, "Spy stuff."

James "Bucky" Barnes

You Know How I Feel, aka, The Adventures of Bucky and Muffy the Dinosaur by ifeelbetter (Not Rated, 4511) tumblr: @ifeelbetterer

“As you may have heard, Bucky Barnes, a.k.a. The Winter Soldier, recently rescued a tiny part-robot dinosaur during the Avengers’ battle with Dr. Doom in Antarctica,” the other newscaster explained. “Pictures of Barnes and the dinosaur were posted on twitter by fellow Avenger, Clint Barton, a.k.a. Hawkeye, and immediately made Barnes’s new pet America’s sweetheart.”

“Her name’s Muffy,” said Steve."

Wanda Maximoff

and the woman was young again by Mira_Jade (General, 3669)

Tony Stark called them the Cap's Kooky Quintet, and sometimes the term amused her – causing her to lift a sardonic brow where someday a smile would truly smile. She enjoyed the presence of comrades – true comrades – and she enjoyed the way their minds wove and bound together about each other to fluctuate against her senses as one. There was something soothing about being in their midst, and even when their loud and brash ways – their painful Americaness - rubbed her raw and drained on her, it was ever the knitting of their minds that soothed those moments over, and made them inconsequential.

Phil Coulson

Coulson's First Day of School by storiesfortravellers (Teen, 3055)

Coulson looked up at him. “I like drawing pictures with Mr. Rogers. I like having tea parties with Ms. Potts. I like it when Dr. Banner reads me books, and I like it when Natasha teaches me things. And I like when you play with me. You do really good voices when we play action figures. And you’re the only one who lets me do stuff like jump off the high diving board at the pool or eat three cupcakes or play tackle with kids at the park.”

Clint didn’t realize that. He was pretty sure that meant that he was doing something wrong.

Darcy Lewis

Beginner Yoga for Dummies (Darcys) and Sad Hobos by chailover (Teen, 3434)

Darcy had a theory: crazy attracted crazy, working kind of like gravity. It was pretty much her explanation for her life after Thor. And if she had thought the type of crazy Thor attracted was bad, be it Loki or the Warrior Three and Sif, or the dark elves and the Convergence, it was still nothing against what the Avengers manage en masse.

Matt Murdock

Double Blind by smilebackwards (Teen, 2381) tumblr: @smilebackwards

Stark snaps his fingers. “You can’t see half of my inventions. This explains so much about you and why you’ve never been properly impressed by me.”

“Does it?” Matt says, ambiguously.

Sam Wilson

Bystander by scribblemetimbers (Teen, 52029)

“I just want you to know,” Sam says loudly, cautiously raising his hands, “That I’m very poor and very sleep-deprived and literally the only thing you can kill me for right now are my notes.” He pauses. Wait. On second thought: “Please don’t steal my notes.”

“I’m not—I’m not a mugger,” Not Mugger rasps out, and for all that he looks about to keel over and die, the man actually manages to sound offended.

Nick Fury

Bedtime Story by dixiehellcat (Teen, 2532) tumblr: @deehellcat

Fury snorted. “I have to check in with the duty officer. I’ll be back in, let’s say twenty minutes. I expect all of you to have whatever your pre-bedtime routines are completed, and be in here pajama’ed and ready to be read to.”

He tapped the book under his arm, then left with the usual dramatic swish of his long coat. Bruce scratched his head. “Did…he just say be ready to be read to?”

Pepper Potts

Pepper and the Avengers (Which She Knows Nothing About) by rebelmeg (General, 6696) tumblr: @rebelmeg

The Avengers, that mismatched group of hurt and heroism, was one of the most important things in Tony Stark’s life. So, naturally, Pepper had made them an important part of her life too.

Vision

039. Intoxicated by aimmyarrowshigh (Teen, 100) tumblr: @aimmyarrowshigh

It might be nice to fit in, just this once. To lose a bit of composure.

Vision floated over to the refrigerator and, with some timidity, pulled off a magnet. He stuck it to his forehead.

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Doodlewash April 2021 prompt 17: Rooster

Gladiolas and cockscomb are lucky flowers for those born in the year of the rooster. But Tommy is a monkey so everything else is vaguely derived from that. Again like all these one word prompts, the tenuous at best.

Reminder 93-10-01 = Tommy 83-11-03 = Hannahxxrose 93-08-02 = CupToast/Crumb

And 5up’s surname is now Nicchi because it means shell and I was very amused by the whole 5ea bit.

If anyone wants to be part of a taglist of this Vigilante AU, feel free to message me/send an ask/or mention it in reblogs.

--------------------------

Ranboo was stressed. It had been two and a half months since he’d last seen Tommy - and it had been a month since he’d been back at The Golden Bloom, but that was a good thing and not the point.

Ranboo was going stir crazy. And honestly, school was boring without Tommy next to him. Ranboo didn’t know whether he’d rather be missing Tommy, or scared for him – and Ranboo was both.

His buttercups were coming along nicely. Take care of them was really the only thing getting him through the days. Buttercups and homework. Ranboo needed to see someone else outside of school. He didn’t really have a reason to go to The Golden Bloom. But he still had some spending money, and he hadn’t seen Aunt Sally in a while. Maybe he should go visit.

Ranboo got up. That’s what he’d do. Maybe he’d even get to see Fundy.

Now what to bring his Aunt?

Flowers?

Might as well take a trip to see Elaina.

“Good morning Miss Exe.”

“Hello Ranboo. How are your buttercups?”

“Still alive.”

“That’s wonderful!”

“I was wondering if you could help me make a bouquet for my Aunt Sally.”

“Of course. When did you need it for?”

“Soon?”

Elaina clapped him on the shoulder with a smile and brought him over to the flower isles to pick a few. After half an hour, Elaina and Ranboo had settled on a combination of gladiola, cockscomb, chrysanthemums and a few crape myrtle stems – with blooms in the reds.

Elaina wrapped them in light brown packing paper. She counted flowers and gave Ranboo a 5% discount because she could. “$36 please.”

“Thank you Miss Exe.”

“Of course. Your Aunt will love them.”

“She will.”

Ranboo rang the bell at the foyer of Sally’s apartment building in District 5.

“Name and purpose?”

“Ranboo. I’m here to see my Aunt Sally in apartment 1226.”

He waited another minute before he was buzzed in. He took a calming breath in the elevator. What was he even going to tell his Aunt? That Tommy had been missing for two months and he hadn’t said anything? That wouldn’t go over well. Shit. He should have gotten cupcakes.

He went to apartment 1226 and – now or never – knocked. “I brought you flowers,” he rushed when the door opened.

“Aw thank you Ranboo. The front desk didn’t say anything about flowers when they told me you were here!”

“They’re nice like that.”

“Come in come in. I was just making some spaghetti.”

“Ooh! I love spaghetti!”

“I know. Happy coincidences.” Sally removed the paper from the flowers and dropped them in a vase. “Where’s that friend of yours?”

“Uhm.” Ranboo’s eyes darted anywhere but his Aunt’s face. “Fine?”

“Where, not how?”

“I don’t know?”

“You don’t know? Then how is he fine?”

“There was a question park after I said he was fine?”

“Ranboo.”

“It’s fine. Let’s just eat.” Ranboo walked passed her to the kitchen. He went and made himself a glass of water. Sally followed him back to the stove.

Sally could see that Ranboo didn’t want to talk about it. She hoped he and Tommy hadn’t had a fight. “Fundy is doing well at Hero Academy.”

“That’s good. Is he making friends?”

“Yes. Wilbur from District 1 has taken him in.”

“Wilbur? Wilbur Craft? Son of the dude in charge of everything Hero HQ?”

“Yes,” Sally laughed. “He’s a few years older and has really taken to Fundy.”

“Good of him.”

“Very. He’s actually at a banquet with the Hero Academy at the Craft’s dinner hall.”

“Who needs a dinner hall?”

“No us.” Sally handed Ranboo a plate. “Food’s ready.”

“Thank you Aunt Sally.”

When Ranboo was washing the dishes Sally decided to bring up Tommy again. “So how’s your friend?”

“Tommy.”

“How’s Tommy?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in about two months. He has so much overdue homework.”

“Homework?”

“I know.” Ranboo’s head dropped forward. “It’s either worry about his grades, or worry that he’s dead in a ditch.”

“Yeah that’s worse.”

“He’ll pop up again. It’s impossible to keep Tommy down.”

Sally rubbed Ranboo’s shoulder. “Anything I can do?”

“No. I’m fine. Tommy’s fine. He has to be.”

- - -

At the exact moment in the warehouse at 1889 Coral Lane.

“Hey hey, Crumb Crumb.” Tommy brushed the hair out of her face. “You’re fine. You’re okay. You won your fight. And the other kid isn’t even hurt.”

Crumb squeezed Tommy’s biceps really hard, making him wince. She shook her head.

“It could always be worse.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“You’re okay.”

“Okay.”

“93-08-02. Come along now. 93-10-01 needs to go to the ring now,” one of the guards on standby said.

Crumb’s grip tightened.

“Hey hey, Crumb. 83-11-03 is over there. You know her right? She was in the van with us?”

Crumb nodded.

“Go on. You don’t need to watch me.”

“Okay.”

Tommy shot the guard his puppy dog eyes. The guard nodded to one of the colleagues.

“Mr. Nicchi Jr.”

“Evening.”

“If I could take 83-11-03 off your hands?”

“Of course.” 5up handed the man a stack of cash. “$1000 on 83-11-03’s victory this evening. After a chat I have faith in her ability.”

83-11-03 stayed impassive. If Tommy trust this guy then she had too. Hannah had come to trust Tommy since coming to the warehouse. And Mr. Nicchi still had a role to play.

The guards brought Hannah over and she helped Tommy pry Crumb off of him. The warehouse wasn’t doing Crumb any favours. At least Tommy and Hannah were prepped for this type of thing.

Hannah and Crumb went to the side lines with the night’s other fighters.

Tommy went to the ring. Tonight was a one on one fight; easier on his peripheral vision. He would be fine. He always was. Much like Crumb he’d be winning tonight.

But unlike Crumb, his opponent wouldn’t look as pretty in the end.

Taglist:

@causeimfabulous @anty-kreatywna

[rookie-ramsey]

can you write ethan's dad taking their kid(s) to visit both mc and ethan at work and they get suprised and something sweet like that? i really love your work! keeps me from replaying oh over and over again😭

A Day With Grandpa

There were few things Alan Ramsey enjoyed more than spending a day with his grandkids.

They had Ethan’s curiosity, almost taking him back in time. Their mischief and strong ability to perform puppy dog eyes could very well be a recipe for disaster, but nevertheless, he enjoyed every minute he spent with them.

“Grandpa!” 

He grinned as the five-year-old twins barreled into him, hugging his waist. “There’s my two favorite little troublemakers.”

“You’re right about that.” Olivia gave her father in law a hug. “Yesterday after dinner, they decided that it was a good idea to jump in the pool with their clothes on and then run through the kitchen.”

“Sounds fun.” Alan let out a chuckle. 

“Whatever you do, don’t let them convince you that we’ve started allowing them to eat cupcakes for lunch.”

Alan shook his head in amusement. “I’m not entirely gullible, Ethan. Did I ever fall for it when you tried to convince me that cooked carrots are poisonous?”

“Daddy did that?” Zoey’s eyes widened.

“He did,” Alan confirmed. “He wasn’t much older than you two are. He insisted that his carrots had been grown on a poisonous farm.”

Ethan’s cheeks flushed. “Dad.”

Olivia smirked. “That’s too adorable. You two, be good for Grandpa. We’ll be home for dinner.”

“Okay,” the twins promised. They hugged their parents goodbye, then turned to Alan. 

Jonah tugged at Alan’s shirt. “Grandpa, can you make us pancakes? Daddy still can’t figure out how to do it.”  

“Still? We’re gonna have to teach him.” Alan chuckled and led his grandkids into the kitchen. “You two can be my assistant chefs for the day.”

“Okay!”

Alan found the ingredients they needed and set them out. He let the twins help him measure the dry ingredients, then handed each of them an egg. “Wanna crack them? Just tap it on the counter quickly, but not too hard.”

They followed his instructions, cracking the eggs and dumping their contents into the bowl.

Zoey smiled proudly. “The last time we helped cook, I got in trouble for cracking my egg on my head.”

“Uh oh.”

In a matter of minutes, they had a platter stacked high with fluffy pancakes. Alan helped the twins fix their plates and set out a bottle of maple syrup.

Jonah took a big bite. “Mm. These are way better than when Daddy tried to make them. His are always really flat and taste like paper.”

“But sometimes they’re like pancake soup,” Zoey added, licking maple syrup off her fingers. “It’s the only food in the whole world he can’t make.”

“The whole world, huh?”

Jonah nodded. “Yup. He’s good at everything else.”

The twins scarfed down their pancakes. While Alan cleaned up, they went to their rooms to change out of their pajamas. They spent their morning watching movies before deciding to walk to the park.

“Watch this, Grandpa!” Zoey ran forward, bouncing her basketball and throwing it into the child-sized goal. “I’m gonna learn how to use the big goal!”

Alan grinned. “You’ll have to get your daddy to tell you about his days on the basketball team.”

“He showed me how to play. He said he only played a year.”

“That’s true, but he was good at it. It just wasn’t his thing.”

“He said he didn’t like playing with a team cause he didn’t wanna share the ball.” Zoey threw the ball again before joining her twin on the playground. 

“Now that sounds like him when he was younger.”

For the next hour, Alan watched his grandkids play. When they were done, they approached him.

“We got an idea!” Jonah exclaimed. “We should get lunch and take a walk to the hospital so we can give it to Mommy and Daddy for a surprise.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Yay!” Zoey slid one of her little hands into Alan’s. “There’s a place that sells really good sandwiches. Sometimes they take us there after the park.”

Alan smiled. “Well, then. I guess we should go there.”

“I know what they always get.” Jonah grabbed his grandfather’s other  hand. “And it’s time for lunch. They eat in Daddy’s office.” 

“Why don’t you show me the way?”

“Okay!” The twins led the way out of the park and around the corner to a sandwich shop. They knew their parents’ orders by heart and within minutes, they were walking toward Edenbrook.

They knew the halls of Edenbrook just as well as any employee, so they easily navigated the way upstairs to Ethan’s office. Alan knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

Jonah opened the door and rushed inside. “We brought you lunch!” He handed his parents the bag containing their lunch.

Olivia grinned and pulled them in for a hug, squeezing them tight. “This is a good surprise. Too bad I’m not letting you go.”

“Nuh uh!” They wriggled free. Zoey grabbed Alan’s hand and steered him toward the table. 

“You can eat with us, Grandpa.”

“What an honor!” Alan smiled and sat down with them. “Maybe while we eat, we can get your dad to tell us about the time he was your age and got time out at school.”

Tags: @princess-geek / @sanvivrma / @kiingevan / @buzz-bee-buzz / @perriewinklenerdie / @lapisreviewsstuff / @polishchoicesfan / @msjpuddleduck / @silverlitskies / @paulfwesley / @dr-brianna-casey-valentine / @timmagicktoad / @choicesstanblog / @choicesobsessedd / @trappedinfandoms / @alexis0280 / @junehiratas / @ramseyandrys / @cecilecontrera / @cxld-play / @justanotherrookie / @imescullen / @bellcat2010 / @desmaranj / @lion-ess24 / @mkamra2355 / @ethandaddyramsey / @openheart12 / @mvalentine / @choicesfanaf / @whatchique / @smilex1104 / @elephant9998 / @nooruleman / @caseyvalentineramsey / @kaavyaethanramsey / @xee-na-art-blog / @edith-eggs1 / @oofchoices / @noboundariesplease / @schnitzelbutterfingers / @tefigranger / @laceandlula / @paisleylovergirl / @simsvetements / @crazy-loca-blog / @somegdchoices / @jlynn12273 / @ramseysno1rookie / @sanchita012 / @forthebrokenheartedthings / @lilyvalentine / @parkerattano / @lucy-268 / @loveellamae / @drramseysownsme / @misswhit12 / @drethanfreakingramsey / @juneiswriting / @macy-ray85 / @swimmingauthordreamerbonk / @myusualnerdyself / @siaramsey / @takemyopenheart / @queencarb / @drakewalker04 / @aylamreads / @mrsdrakewalkerblog / @kiara-36 

[mythicalsecretsanta]

12 Days of Christmas... Almost (E)

This gift is for: Cal (AKA @mythicalamity) Surprise! Keeping this secret from you for the last month wasn’t easy! Thank you for being the kindest, most loving friend I’ve ever had in this fandom and for being a pretty spectacular person in the real world as well. Merry Christmas, Cal! From your Secret Santa, @fanbabble​

Link to AO3, or read below:

The Holiday season was in full swing at Mythical, as much as it could be at least. The virus had put quite a damper on festive activities across the world and Myth Ent was no exception. There were lights strung up and a Christmas tree, but there would be no company Christmas party this year, no cookie exchange, no getting together at each other’s homes for dinner parties or gift swaps. The mood in the office was a little low and Link found himself looking for ways to encourage positivity and the good feelings of the season. That’s why when Stevie suggested a secret santa gift exchange, Link took the idea and ran with it. Employees would play secret santa leaving their secret giftee presents for the 12 days leading up to Christmas. Not only would this game bring a bit of fun into the office, but it could also be done safely as social distancing was a literal part of the rules. You couldn’t reveal your identity to your giftee until the final day of the exchange. It was perfect!

Rhett was less than excited about the prospect. He complained to Link about not wanting to participate. He was nervous he wouldn’t know what to get the person he chose or how to keep the secret. Rhett’s enneagram three-ness was getting in the way of him enjoying himself again. He was worrying too much about impressing the person he got, rather than letting himself relax and have fun with the idea. Link finally convinced his friend to participate. 

“How would it look if one of the owners of the company didn’t play along?”

“Fine. But if my gifts turn out to be duds and ruin someone’s Christmas it’s your fault!” Rhett said as he stood to join Link and walk down the hall to the Mythical kitchen for the name exchange.

Chase mixed the names of everyone in a Santa hat. The in-office folks would be in one drawing and the staff who were working virtually would draw amongst themselves. In all there were about 15 names in the hat that Chase held shut in his grasp. The group took turns reaching their hands in to pick a slip of paper with their giftees name written on it. The PAs went first, followed by the camera men, then the directors, followed by Chase, Stevie, and finally Rhett and Link. 

Rhett stuck his hand into the Santa hat. His gaze was trained on the little opening. 

“No peekin’!!” Link smacked his arm and scolded him. 

“I’m not! Besides There’s literally only one name left in the hat, Link.” 

The kitchen filled with the crew’s laughter. 

“Can’t exactly pick and choose who I want, man.”

Rhett glanced at his friend and then looked at the little slip of paper. The apples of his cheeks became more obvious as a small smile spread across his face. He grasped the paper close to his chest and then tucked it into the pocket of his jeans. 

Everyone in the kitchen celebrated the exchange with a cupcake whipped up by the Mythical Kitchen and then retreated back to their personal space to finish up the day’s work. 

Before the office door was even fully shut Link was in Rhett’s space. 

“Who’d ya get?”

“What?! I’m not telling you. It’s not fair.” Rhett sat down in his office chair and opened his laptop.

“Come on, Bo. Tell me. I got…”

“STOP” Rhett put his hands up to his ears as if to block out what Link was about to reveal. “I don’t wanna hear it. Let’s do this right. Keep it a secret.” 

“Since when do you care about keeping this kinda stuff secret? You usually can’t wait to tell me everything and anything,” Link was teetering on the fine edge between annoyed and amused.  

“Well this year is different. If this is one of the only ways the company gets to celebrate then I wanna do it right.”

“Fine,” Link huffed. He flopped down on the leather couch and draped his arm over his eyes. “You don’t want to tell me, that’s your business, but don’t come begging for gift ideas when you come up dry.” And with that healthy dose of snark the smaller man settled in for an afternoon nap. 

The next day Link walked into their office and threw his jacket over the back of the gray chair that sat by the door. He put his backpack on the floor by his desk and was just about to head to the office kitchen for a cup of coffee when he noticed a box sitting by his desk lamp. He picked it up and examined it. 

“Dang, my santa must get here early.”

It was only 7 AM and Link had just arrived to an empty building. The box was wrapped in shiny green paper and tied with an elegant red bow. He turned it over in his hands looking for some kind of tag or label. When he found nothing, Link slipped the ribbon from the package and pulled off the lid. Inside was a perfect golden pear tucked into a pillow of soft fabric. Link wasn’t sure what to do with the gift so he sniffed it to confirm it was a real piece of fruit. He lifted the pear out of the box and saw that a small note was hidden underneath. He held the pear in one hand and opened the slip of paper with the other. 

“On the first day of Christmas,

My true love gave to me,

A partridge in a pear tree”

-You may be a “sweet peach” but I think we’d make a great “pear”  Love, Your secret admirer

Link read over the note three times before he could totally comprehend what it said. He turned it over to look for any kind of identifying mark or signature. There was nothing to be found. He blushed hard and tucked the note into his pocket. It had been a long time since he had had anyone in his life, much less a Love, but he knew no one at Mythical felt that way about him and even if they did it would be totally unethical to pursue anything. Link was sure it was just some kind of joke by one of the writers and tucked the green box into his backpack before heading off to get his coffee.

When Rhett came in half an hour later, he was all nervous energy and talking 90 miles a minute. He said it was because he had almost gotten into a car accident on the way in. He had found his Secret Santa gift sitting on the back of the toilet in the bathroom and showed it to Link. 

“It’s gotta be Jordan, man,” Rhett said as he held out the bag for Link to inspect, “Who else would give me a bag of cotton candy?” 

Link peeked inside the gift bag and said, “Seems kinda obvious, but it’s possible.” He couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander back to the little green box he had received and the love note that it contained. 

“Earth to Link,” Rhett took the bag back and set it on his desk. “You alright man?”

Link shook his head to clear his mind and refocus on the man before him. “Oh yeah, sorry. Must need more coffee.” He held up his empty mug and headed toward the office door. 

As he reached for the doorknob, Rhett asked quietly, “Did you get your first gift yet?”

Link paused and laughed without looking back, “Yeah, pair of socks. Womp womp,” then he headed out the door.

Over the course of the next few days, Link continued to receive themed gifts from his Secret Santa that left him giddy and baffled at the same time. The first two were silly, Turtle and Dove chocolates for Day 2 and three fried chicken legs for Day 3. They were both accompanied by notes that talked about how much the gifter liked Link and they were both signed “Love, Your secret admirer.” Link still wasn’t sure what to make of the declarations, but he played along and let himself feel special for the moment. Even if he was still convinced it was all a joke. Until Day 4 that is. 

On Day 4 Link walked into the office late to find a small book tied up with a ribbon. “Native birds of the National Parks” The gift was incredibly thoughtful and one that he would definitely use on future adventures. A folded piece of paper was tucked inside the chapter about Denali National Park. It read,

“On the fourth day of Christmas,

My true love gave to me,

Four calling birds”

- Bird calls are beautiful, but the idea of calling you mine is even better.  Love, Your secret admirer

Link opened the book again to the page about the birds of Denali. There was only one person he had ever told about wanting to visit the park covered in glaciers and snow. Rhett. Could his secret admirer be Rhett? Link’s head swam with the possibility. 

He had been in love with his best friend for most of his life, but he had kept it hidden away out of fear of losing the one person in the world who was most important to him. Surely, Rhett was not the person who was his Secret Santa. Link felt a burst of warmth spread across his chest as he let himself entertain the idea for a moment. What would it be like to finally feel those arms around his body? To finally kiss Rhett’s lips? To own his heart as well as his friendship?

As he stood there lost in his own thoughts, the man in question came barreling into the office. Link stuffed the book into his desk drawer and turned quickly to face his friend. 

“Hey, Rhett, how’s it going?” 

Link did his best to maintain his cool. He watched his friend as he moved about the office getting settled for the day. He assessed his behavior for any clues or signs that he might be the “Secret Santa Secret Admirer.” 

“Pretty good. I added some new reps to my workout and now my abs are killing me.” Rhett rubbed his hand across his stomach. His t-shirt pulled taught and drew Link’s eye to the spot. Link felt his breath catch from the promise of what was underneath. His eyes roamed over the broad chest and thick arms. The way the shirt sleeves hugged Rhett’s biceps was criminal. Link knew he would have to control his thirst better if he hoped to get any hints about what role Rhett actually played in all of this. He cleared his throat and got a hold of himself. 

“What time did you get here this morning?” Link asked as casually as he could. He fiddled with the monitor on his computer to appear slightly uninterested in Rhett’s response. 

“What? Just now. You saw me walk in.”

“I thought maybe you came in and left again.”

Rhett turned and opened his laptop. He busied himself with things on his desk while it booted up. 

“Nope. Just rolled in.”

“Oh cool,” Link paused before adding, “How’s your secret santa going?” 

Rhett reached for a pen and knocked his coffee mug off balance spilling yesterday’s brown stuff over his desk and onto his lap.

“Shit!”

Link jumped up and grabbed the roll of paper towels he kept by his desk. He pulled off a handful and held them out to Rhett. 

“Can you clean this up for me, Buddyroll? I have to go over to wardrobe and find some different pants to wear or I’ll smell like an old coffee pot all day.” Rhett grabbed the towels and dabbed at the wet spot that stretched across his thighs. 

“Yeah, go ahead. I got this.” Link began to mop up the spilled coffee as Rhett headed out the door. His interrogation would have to wait for another day.

Days 5 and 6 were once again oddly funny gifts. If Rhett was the secret admirer it would make sense because he was the funniest person Link knew. A lifetime of laughter with Rhett had been the tradeoff for hiding the fact that he loved the man immensely. The idea that his love might be returned was more than Link had ever let himself hope for. 

The notes included with the gifts were just as tender as the previous ones. Day 5’s onion rings were accompanied by a slip that described Link as “more valuable than a golden ring” and day 6’s half dozen eggs had a note that read “You are a good egg, who makes my heart happy.”

Link enjoyed the sentiment, but nothing struck him as particularly suspicious. Day 7 was, however, a game changer.

That morning as Link walked past the dark studio a glimmer caught his eye. He set his backpack and Jade down and walked onto the GMM set where he found a string of origami paper birds strung together on a piece of gold silk ribbon. The swans were hanging across the back of the set from wall to wall. There must have been at least 50. Each bird’s wings was dipped in silver glitter and twinkled in the low light giving the set a magical air. Link stood back and took in the beauty. 

When he looked closer he saw each swan was made of sheet music. Link held one small bird in his fingers gently and examined it. He would recognize those chords anywhere. It was Merle. These paper swans were made with sheet music of Merle Haggard’s song, “Always Wanting You.”

“This has to be a gift,” Link whispered to himself. 

Link held his breath, afraid if he moved he would scare away the one idea he wanted to be true most in the world. That his secret santa was not only Rhett, but that the man was in love with him as well. 

A larger piece of paper flapped at the end of the string of birds. Link grabbed it and saw that his name was indeed on the front of the folded slip. He opened it and read:

“On the seventh day of Christmas

My true love gave to me

Seven swams a swimming”

- Like Merle said, “Always wanting you, but never having you makes it hard to face tomorrow.”   Love, Your Secret Admirer

Link couldn’t believe what he was reading. This had to be confirmation that Rhett was his secret admirer and secret santa. Jade sniffed at his shoes as if she were looking for the answer to a question he didn’t know. Link gently took the chain of birds down, gathered his things, and headed back to his office. 

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see the big man sitting at his desk already. He was speaking loudly on the phone about a new project they were working on. 

“No, damn it. I don’t want to cut that part! I purposely included it to help the flow of the story.” 

Rhett’s voice bounced off the brick walls. His tone was harsh. Link thought better of questioning him right now and tucked the birds into his backpack. He sat back on the couch and opened his laptop for the day. Jade snuggled into Link’s side and he petted her head mindlessly. His thoughts were only of Rhett. As he waited for his computer to boot up, Link watched Rhett. 

“It has to be him. Who else would use Merle?” Link thought to himself, “Oh you’re being an idiot. Everyone knows you love Merle Haggard, dummy. It could be anybody.” 

Link sunk down into the leather cushions and sulked. Not knowing for certain was exhausting. Only 5 more days to figure out this mystery. He glanced down at the paper swans one more time and smiled softly. 

Day 8 brought a bottle of chocolate milk and a note that read, “You’re the milk to my cookie” 

Link drank it in front of Rhett at lunch to see if he would get a reaction. Nothing. Well, with the exception of the way those green eyes sparkled when he belly laughed at a joke or the way Rhett put his hand on Link’s back as they left the office to head to record an episode of Ear Biscuits. Link noticed those things, but he couldn’t be sure if they were a reaction to the milk or to being close to Link in general. 

Link had caught Rhett in a lingering gaze more than once since the Seven Swans gift. And when they were alone together it felt like a spark was fizzing between the two of them. Something was going on, Link was sure of it. He just needed a little more proof before he could confront Rhett. His friendship was entirely too valuable to risk on an assumption.

On day 9, Link climbed into the driver’s seat of his car. He reached down to grab his sunglasses and was surprised to find something extra resting on the console. It was an old school cassette tape. Just like the kind he and Rhett used to exchange in high school. They would spend hours making the tapes and then driving down the back roads listening to their creations and singing at the top of their lungs. If he was honest, those times were when he first fell in love with Rhett. 

Link flipped the cassette over in his palm. On the outside of the case where the album art would usually be, was his name. Link immediately recognized it as Rhett’s handwriting. He opened the case and found a piece of paper folded in fourths tucked inside. It read:

“On the ninth day of Christmas

My true love gave to me

Nine ladies dancing.”

- I kept trying to find a funny pun for this day, but all I could focus on was singing these songs with you as we drove down the highway in North Carolina. I’ve tried to hold out to the end of the 12 days, but this secret is an old one and I don’t want to keep quiet anymore. If you feel the same, find me in the office at work and tell me. If not just toss this cassette in the trash and pretend it never happened.  Love, Your Secret Admirer 

Link was quiet for a moment and then, “Rhett! It’s Rhett! He loves me!” Link yelled at nobody in particular. Just saying the words out loud made him feel less like it was all a dream and more like it was real life. He threw his things into the passenger’s seat. In his flustered state he tried to check the time on his sunglasses and put his phone on his nose. He shifted into reverse and sped down the block. 

Link’s heart was pounding in his chest. He was breaking every speed limit on the way into Burbank, but he did not care. Let a cop try and stop him now, nothing could keep him from getting to Rhett. Link pulled into the parking lot in record time and he bolted out of his car and through the studio doors. He was running at full speed back to the office he shared with Rhett. His Rhett. Link took a deep breath and pushed the door open. 

The office was empty. Where was he? Link knew he didn’t pass him on the way through the building. He stood still for a moment and wrung his hands trying to think of what to do next. Just when he was starting to worry that Rhett had panicked and ran, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs of their loft. 

Link watched as Rhett appeared slowly, first feet, then legs, torso, and finally that glorious head of hair. 

“Link…” 

Rhett barely got the word out before the smaller man was launching himself across the office and into his arms. He melted into the embrace and pulled Link tighter against him. They took just a moment to look into each other’s eyes before their lips met. The kiss was strong and full of promise. Link opened his mouth to deepen the kiss and the passion kicked in. Rhett lifted Link up with his hands under the smaller man’s thighs and carried him to the couch. 

They pressed heated kisses into skin and hair. Marking their love on the other’s body wherever they could find purchase. Hands roamed pulling hair and grabbing biceps. And when Rhett laid Link down on their couch and pressed his body to the cradle of Link’s hips there was no denying that both men were hard with desire already. 

Link gasped with the sensation of being so close to Rhett. The feeling of his hard cock pressed against Rhett’s made his head swim and he pulled back to catch a breath. Rhett took the opportunity to say something he’d been holding in for decades.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” 

Each declaration was punctuated with a kiss. Link’s collar bones, his neck, his temple.

Link pulled Rhett close and whispered into his ear, “I’ve loved you my whole life.”

It was all the permission Rhett needed. He worshiped Link’s body and rocked against him until they were both finishing in their jeans like teenagers. Sticky and satisfied the pair laid together on the couch exchanging lazy kisses and gentle touches. Trying to make up for all the lost time they denied themselves. 

Link was half asleep and half in awe of the way Rhett looked. He laid silently and listened to Rhett as he said, “I can’t believe it worked. I thought for sure you’d throw the cassette away.” 

Link ran his fingers through Rhett’s curls gently. 

“You doubted me? Haven’t you figured it out yet, Bo? All you have to do is be the brave one and I’ll follow your lead.” He placed a kiss on Rhett’s tshirt right about his heart. “Thanks for being the brave one.” Rhett kissed the top of Link’s head and grunted in affirmation.

Link snuggled into Rhett’s chest and closed his eyes. Just as he was about to doze off the smaller man popped up and looked Rhett in the eye. 

“Don’t think just because you love me, you’re getting out of giving me gifts. I have three days left and I want my secret presents.” Link flashed his crooked grin and poked at Rhett’s side. 

Rhett let out a booming ho-ho-ho laugh before pulling Link back down against his chest.

“You can have anything you want, Link. Diamonds, rubies. I don’t need any presents though because I’ve already got the most valuable gift of the season… you.”

[afternoonteawithme]

Messy Crayon Wishes

(Read it on AO3)

As Levi started up the path towards the creaky old two-story home that held Eren’s daycare, he was glad to see the kid didn’t seem to be showing any signs of distress. Sitting on the porch swing beside his favorite teacher, he looked animated as ever, with his mittened hands waving through the air while he chattered away at Petra.

When her patiently amused gaze shifted up to meet Levi’s, Eren’s head whipped around.

“Levi!” Eren’s face lit up. Scooting forward, he slid off the bench and started running.

The brat hadn’t bothered to put his shoes on again.  

With the ease of long experience, Levi moved quickly to catch the kid before he threw himself off the porch.

Lifting Eren up onto his hip, Levi glanced up at Petra as she stood on the top step, her arms wrapped around herself against the cold.

“Are we all set?”

She nodded. “Yes, Mikasa called and let us know you’d be the one coming for him.” As Eren’s adoptive sister’s biological cousin, Levi wasn’t legally related to him, so even though everyone at the daycare knew their situation they all had to observe the formalities.

“Good.” He looked down at the kid. “You ready?”

Eren threw his hands up in the air as he beamed up at Levi. “Let’s go!”

Levi raised a brow. “Uh-huh. What about your boots?”

Eren’s mouth formed an ‘o’ of surprise as he stuck out a foot and stared at his bright blue sock.

“Oops.” He looked back up, and as the surprise slid away, the look that replaced it told Levi exactly what he was planning on saying next. “Shi-“

Levi’s finger under his chin cut him off.

The brat grinned up at him. “Shoot!”

“Right.” Shaking his head, Levi leaned forward to set Eren back down on the porch. “Go put on your boots.”

“Okay.” The kid scampered back inside, and Levi looked up at Petra.

She had a hand over her mouth, but he could still see the smile on her face.

“He’d better not be doing that all the time.”

She shook her head. “No. Only when you’re around.” She laughed. “But I think he might have overheard Zoe today when they dropped a jar of paint. I saw him mouthing something to himself afterwards, so I’m pretty sure he was memorizing some new words to try out.”

“Great.” Levi huffed out a breath. “I’ll avoid taking him anyplace with too many people for a while.”

“Sorry.”

Levi shook his head. “He’ll forget it all soon enough.” In any case, both he and Mikasa slipped enough that he was surprised the kid didn’t swear more. “And thank you for keeping him so late this afternoon, Mikasa told me you were supposed to shut early today.”

“It’s okay. He’s a fun kid.”

“He is that.”

“Um, by the way. About tonight.” Petra tightened her arms around herself. “I guess you won’t be able to make it, after all?”

Levi blinked. “Why not? I told Mikasa I’d already promised to do something this evening so I could only look after him for a little while. You said you needed help at your new place, right?”

Her eyes searched his face for a moment, before shifting to the side. “Well actually, I have a thing tonight. So I can’t.”

“A thing?”

“Yeah. A thing. With my parents. Christmas Eve and all.” She laughed, though it sounded a little odd. “I’d forgotten all about it.”

“I thought your parents were driving back into town tomorrow afternoon?”

Her eyes flashed back to his, and she looked surprised, for some reason. She huffed out a laugh. This one didn’t sound quite so forced. “I got it mixed up.”

She sighed, and glanced back at the still closed front door before moving down to the bottom step, only a foot away from Levi. “Eren was acting a little strange this morning, so I called his house to find out if he’d had one of his fevers, and Mr. Yeager-” She cut herself off as Eren came stomping back out with boots on.

“Ready!”

“Got everything?”  Levi leaned down to pick him up and settle him back on his hip.

“Yep.”

Levi looked up at Petra. She’d backed up a step and was shifting uncomfortably. “Mr. Yeager sounded…unwell.” Glancing down at Eren, she bit her lip. “And a little upset. So when he didn’t show to pick up Eren when he was supposed to I… and Mikasa told me she’s on the long shift today. I just was thinking it’d be better if Eren had another place to stay tonight.”

“Got it.” Levi felt the small arms tighten around his neck, and a wave of familiar anger ran through his gut. Petra was saying – as delicately as possible – that the bastard had sounded drunk, and violent with it. She had no way of knowing that Eren was well aware of all the euphemisms for his father’s particular illness. “Then it’s lucky your parents are in town this evening, after all. Let me know If you still need help with the heavy lifting. Or I can come over one afternoon and get it done while you’re at work, if that’s easier.”

“Sure, Levi.” She smiled softly, even as she retreated backwards, up another stair. “See you around.”

 --

 “You idiot. That had nothing to do with ‘heavy lifting’. She’s been trying to seduce you.”

“That’s impossible, Mikasa.” Levi glanced in the rearview mirror. Eren was staring out the window, his lips moving and his feet bopping along to whatever music was coming out of the headphones Levi had jammed over his head before they’d set out. “She just needed help moving some stuff, that’s all.”

Mikasa snorted, the sound clear and disdainful as it poured out of Levi’s phone on the dash of his car. “It’s Christmas Eve, moron. She pretended her parents were out of town. She moved into her new place months ago and now all of a sudden she has all these still packed boxes she needs help moving? Petra? I don’t think so.”

“It’s not like that. She said she just needed some help with the last few boxes, and then she wanted someone to test the dinner she was making for her parents for tomorrow, since she’d never made it before.”

“Yeah, and then she’d probably pull out a bottle of wine and be all like ‘Oh you’ve helped me so much, let me treat you to a glass as a thank you.’” Mikasa’s voice lilted in a bad imitation of Petra. “And then she’d say ‘why don’t we just finish this bottle?’, and then she’d strip herself naked and drag you off to bed for a fun night of Christmas sex.”

Levi shot a glance back at Eren, relieved to find him still staring out the window. The distraction wouldn’t last, he knew, but at least he wouldn’t have to explain that particular word just yet. “Petra isn’t interested in me like that.”  

“Uh-huh. This is the woman who ‘tripped’ over nothing and landed in your lap at last month’s reading night at the library?”

“That was an accident.”

“Right. And that time you went over to fix her leaky pipe that turned out to be nothing, did she or did she not call you into her bedroom to help her zip up her dress, said dress being almost completely nonexistent and her wearing nothing but skimpy undies underneath?”

“It wasn’t underwear, it was some sort of lace slip thing. And the zipper really was stuck.” Levi ignored the sound Mikasa made as he continued, “I think I’d know if she was trying for me.”

“Yeah, sure. For a smart guy you’re a real idiot when it comes to shi- to stuff like that.”

“You’re not exactly great at reading signals, either.”

“And that’s just one of the many reasons both of us are single on Christmas Eve.” Mikasa sighed, and Levi heard a burst of noise in the background. She’d be in the nurse’s breakroom, he knew, taking what escape she could from the madness that was a hospital during the holidays. “The poor girl has been trying to get in your pants for forever, and you just keep blowing her off. She’ll start taking it personally soon.”

Levi thought of the look on Petra’s face, just before he’d walked away. He shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat. “Maybe.”  

“Still, she’s a good person. Giving up her hot date so you can be with Eren. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.” Mikasa paused, sighed again. “It’s flu season, so not only are all the wards full, but we’re shorthanded too.”

“Its fine. I don’t have any shifts for a couple days, and no classes until after New Years.” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “Will your dad cause trouble if we keep Eren away from home for a bit?”  

“Not my dad. Grisha.” Mikasa corrected absently, as she always did. She was quiet for a long moment, and Levi heard the noise amp up as a door opened in the background again. “Is the nosy one occupied?”

“Now you ask? If he starts asking me what Christmas sex is, I’m telling him to ask you.” But Levi glanced in rearview mirror to double check. “Yeah, for now.”

“I went by the house, when Dad didn’t pick up Eren, just to make sure he hadn’t keeled over. No such luck, but he’d trashed the tree, ripped all the decorations off the walls all over the house. Took the cupcakes some nice neighbor dropped off and smashed them on the kitchen floor. I asked him what I was supposed to tell Eren. He said he didn’t give a fuc- a fudge, it’s his house, his tree, his kid, he pays the dam- darned bills. Blah blah blah.”

As always, she didn’t seem to notice she’d called her adoptive father ‘Dad’. And, as always, Levi didn’t mention it. “Being his usual wonderful drunk self, then.”

“Yeah. I told him to go fudge himself, and that Eren was staying at a friend’s house for a few days. Didn’t mention you by name, of course, since he hates your guts.”

“Break someone’s nose once and they never let it go. Did he trash Eren’s presents too?”

“No, I kept those hidden in the trunk of my car, since the nosy one gets more nosy by the day. I’ll bring them over after my shift finishes. Supposed to be nine, so way things are going I figure I’ll see you maybe by eleven.”

“Ok. Tomorrow it is, then.”

“Hah-hah. Man, I hope not.”

Even as Levi hung up, he saw something bright and orange out of the corner of his eye. Almost as soon as he realized what it was he was pulling the car into a tight u-turn and parking at the side of the road. He opened the back door to find Eren scowling up at him, the headphones in his hands.

“Why’d we stop?” He stretched in the carseat, looking around the outside of the car warily. “This isn’t your house.”

“It’s a surprise.” Levi eyed Eren’s bare feet. He’d managed to pull his shoes off again, and this time his socks had disappeared too. “But you have to wear your boots to find out.”

Eren puffed out his cheeks, eying Levi suspiciously. “Do I really have to?”

Levi nodded. “But if you don’t want to know what the surprise is, you can just stay like this and we’ll go home.” He moved back, as if to close the door again.

Eren let out a long-suffering sigh. “It better be a good surprise.”

“Promise.”

Socks, boots, coat, scarf, hat, and favorite backpack finally back on, they walked hand in hand down the street and into a small Christmas tree lot, surrounded by orange plastic fencing laced through with strings of lights, glowing dimly in the winter sunlight.

Eren glanced around the almost empty enclosure, clearly not understanding why they were there.

Levi squeezed his hand. “Okay, Eren. Let’s pick one.”

“Pick one?”

“Right. Pick a tree. This will be our tree. Yours, Mikasa’s, and mine.”

Eren’s tiny hand squeezed Levi’s fingers as he stared up at him, his wide eyes fastening onto Levi’s face. “Ours?”

“Yeah.”

“Only ours?”

“Right. We’ll put it up and decorate it so Mikasa can see when she comes over.”

Eren hesitated, and moved in a little closer to Levi’s leg before asking, in a much quieter, softer voice, “Is Dad coming over, too?”

The look on his face almost broke Levi’s heart. “Not this time, kid. It’ll just be the three of us.”

“Alright.” Eren nodded slowly, and then smiled up at Levi. “Then we have to pick out the very, very best tree, okay?”

“It’s a deal.”

 --

 One huge tree and one relatively inexpensive trip to the store later – it was already Christmas Eve, after all, and almost everything tree related was on sale – they finally had the thing up in Levi’s apartment. It was so big that the top branches bent over against the ceiling.

Dancing with excitement, Eren darted around the tree, directing Levi as they hung the baubles they’d picked up.

“Here?”

“No, higher!”

“Are you sure? We have a lot of empty space in the middle now.”

“It needs to go high up.”

“Okay then.” Since Eren could only reach about halfway up, and since he’d insisted Levi hang all his decorations near the top, there was a good two feet almost entirely empty of decorations in the middle.

But hey, at least the kid was happy.  

“When will Mikasa be here?” Eren asked, for possibly the millionth time.

“Your sister is coming late tonight, after you go to bed. You’ll see her in the morning.”

“But what time after I go to bed?”

“What does it matter? You’ll be asleep.”

Eren stopped dancing around long enough to scowl up at Levi. “Just answer the question, will you?”

Levi felt his lip twitch, and quickly turned his face away so Eren wouldn’t see his smile. It was always best not to encourage the brat. “She said work might keep her late, so she wasn’t sure.”

“She’ll be here before midnight, right?”  

“She’ll try.”  

“Okay.” Eren nodded to himself, evidently satisfied, and stood on tiptoe to hang a sparkly bauble on the lower half of the tree.

 --

 Long after Eren had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the tree, Levi poured boiling water into two mugs as Mikasa hitched herself up onto the counter beside him.

He shot her a look. “That’s for food. You’re not food. Get off.”

“Don’t be so fussy. You’ll hose it down before you cook anything on it, anyway.”

“That doesn’t mean I want your ass on there in the meantime.” But the shadows under Mikasa’s eyes were deep enough that Levi let it go, mostly. He pulled out a bottle of bleach wipes and pointedly set it next to her hip. “Wipe it off when you get down. Thoroughly.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You’re such a clean freak.”

“And you’re such a heathen.” Levi lifted the tea bag from her cup, strained it.

“And proud of it.” Mikasa rested her head back against the cabinet behind her and smiled ruefully at Levi. “Who would believe we’re actually related?”

“It’s a mystery.” Handing Mikasa one of the mugs, Levi took his own, leaning back against the oven as he studied her. She really did look tired. And there was something else in her eyes. Something sad.

It made him want to break something.

He’d tracked her down mainly out of curiosity, but it had taken less than an hour of her prickly company for him to realize he actually liked her. It hadn’t taken him much longer than that to realize she wasn’t happy. Over the years she’d become his family, and since he’d do anything for his family, he’d rearranged his life to try and make hers a little better.

And then her baby brother had wrapped his sticky little fingers around Levi’s heart, and the family had grown by one more.

“It must have been a bad scene, when you went back home today.”

“No worse than usual. I just thought- Dad hadn’t been this drunk in a while. I was starting to think maybe something had changed.”

“It won’t be that simple.”

“I know it.” She stared down at the steam rising out of her cup. “I just- I had to leave for work early this morning. Mr. Arlert called me and said Eren was waiting outside the house, by the street, when he came by with Armin to pick him up for the daycare carpool. He wondered why we’d let him outside on his own. He said Eren was a little quiet, nothing too alarming, but just- quiet.”

She lifted her gaze back up to meet Levi’s, and he saw there was guilt mixed in, too. “I think Dad must have done at least some of the house trashing while Eren was home. And from the garbage he spewed out when I was there, he maybe said something to him too.”  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just not sure we’re doing the right thing.”

“This isn’t forever. When we have the resources saved up, you’ll file for custody.”

“And in the meantime?”

“Eren’ll be okay for now. He’s got us.”

“He does. He always will” Her chin jutted up, and Levi was relieved to see heat start to replace the complicated mix of emotions in her eyes.

“See? It’s just a matter of time.”

She blinked, and then cocked her head at him. “You’re pretty smart for such a stupid guy, aren’t you?”

Levi paused, mug halfway to his lips. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You and Petra, huh?”  

“There is no me and Petra.”

She lifted the cup he’d handed her, took her first delicate sip. “She wants there to be.”

“So you say.”

“Come on, Levi, I was mostly kidding about the stupid. Even if you are signal-blind, you have to have figured it out, now that I said something, right?”

Scowling down into his tea, Levi shrugged. “Maybe. So what? It wouldn’t work, anyway.”

“Not with that attitude it won’t.”

“I’m not interested in a relationship right now.”

“Why?”

“It’d just get complicated. There’s too much going on.”

Mikasa studied Levi for a long minute, and then shifted her eyes away as she took another sip from her cup. “Bet you wish you’d never tracked me down now, huh?”

Levi stretched a leg out, kicked at Mikasa’s foot. “Knock it off, Mikasa. I don’t regret finding you, or Eren, and I never will.”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “That’s so sappy. I think I’m gonna vomit.”

“Not in here you won’t.”

She laughed, and he knew she’d gotten over the worst of the sadness. “We’ll keep him here as long as possible. Dad’ll sober up, remember he’s supposed to be a father. I’ll have to bring him home.”

“And then when your dad gets drunk again we’ll-”  

“Not my dad.” She interrupted him.

“Sorry. Grisha. When he gets drunk again we’ll-”

“Which hopefully won’t be for a while.”

“When it does,” Levi continued on, “We’ll step in. Bring him back here for a while.” He considered for a long second, remembering that afternoon. “I think by next year I’ll have to find an apartment with taller ceilings for the tree he’ll insist on. I had a hard time talking him into this one.”

Mikasa grinned at him. “He’s a great kid.”

“Levi?” Eren’s voice made them both turn towards the door of the kitchen. Scrubbing at his eyes, hair stuck up all over his head, Eren wandered in. His eyes landed on his sister and he brightened. “Mikasa!”  

“Hey kid.” She slid off the counter and moved to scrub at his hair, turning it into even more of a mess.

He ducked away, grabbing her hand and tugging urgently at it until she crouched in front of him. He side-eyed Levi as he whispered loudly into her ear, “Did you bring it?”

“Bring what?”

“The thing. You know.”

Clearly playing with him, she tapped a finger on her lips and looked up at the ceiling. “What thing would that be?”

“Mikasa.”

She grinned at him. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

“I am, but, Mikasa.” He was almost dancing in place from impatience.

She kissed his cheek with a loud smooch, making him giggle, then turned him to face the living room. “It’s in my purse, by the door. Don’t look in the other bag, oh nosy one.”

With another giggle, Eren ran out of the room.

Mikasa shot Levi a look as she stood. “I bet you’re gonna cry.”

“I am not.”

She picked her tea back up, took a slow sip. “Bet.”

Eren dashed back in and handed Levi a brown envelope.

Slowly, Levi ripped it open. There was a sheet of paper inside, folded in half. When he opened it, he found a hand drawn message, written in messy crayon over neat pencil lines.

To Levi. Happy Birthday. I like you a lot. Thanks for being my family. Eren

Levi ran the pad of his finger over the waxy crayon, and felt something burning the back of his eyes.

“Mikasa helped me write it, but I picked the words.” Bouncing on his toes, Eren watched Levi’s face. “I had to wake up tonight because I had to tell you happy birthday as soon as I could, and give you your card.”

“Thanks kid.” Levi folded the paper delicately, treating it like the treasure it was. “It’s the best birthday card, ever.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” When Levi crouched down and wrapped Eren in a hug, he looked up at Mikasa.

And wasn’t even mad when she mouthed ‘told you so’ at him.

[armywriter2605]

Theirs -Chapter 4 - OT7 x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU! BTS; Yandere AU! BTS; Angst; Fluff; Smut (not yet); OT7 x Reader

Warnings: Cursing; Mature Content ; Mentions of abuse and bullying; Yandere BTS; Gore; Stalking; more to be added throughout the series

Words: 4k +

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10

Tag List :

@themisses777 @snowythellama @i-am-canada-13 @honeycutelove @im-a-space-child @minhyunie-lovely @kawaiimusiccollection @perfectlyfangirling @technicolor-blues @karissassirak @decafe-jeonseagull @cherryicy123 @blackpanther4550 @ahslde @bangtanlove16 @joyful-jimin @beach-bitch-bitch-beach

GIF NOT MINE

One week went by, and you couldn’t be happier. You and the boys spent the days together and it had been tons of fun. You went to the amusement park, they went shopping with you, took you out to dinner and movies and you always woke up and fell asleep next to one, two or even all of them. It had been an amazing week, yet your feelings had made sure that even the smallest actions made your heartbeat increase very quick. Even though you had enjoyed this week so much, it had been overwhelming. Each time you tried to figure out your own feelings, one of them just managed to shake you off your feet and confuse you even more. Their actions made you unsure if they simply wanted to be friends like you’ve been for a long time, or if perhaps they wanted something more than just a normal friendship.

Flashback on

It was Sunday and three days had passed since the incident with Seong-Min. You had just finished eating dinner and were getting ready to head to bed. You were exhausted since you, Jungkook and Jimin went for a run first thing in the morning. Then you went to pick up some groceries with Yoongi and Jin. After that Taehyung begged you to join him, Namjoon and Hoseok to the park. You were completely worn out today and were already lying in bed thinking about everything that had happened when you heard your door being opened, seeing Yoongi walk in with his pillow under his arm, and Jin right behind him.

“You’re going to sleep right, princess? Yoongi here was dying to come in and sleep next to you.“

You giggled and nodded as you eyed the boys. Yoongi hurried to lay down on the left side of your bed, pulling you close to him and leaving Jin to lay on the other side.

“Like you didn’t want to come in here, hyung. You were practically begging me to let you come with me.”

“Wow, this kid. Shows no respect for his hyung.”

You smiled but let out a yawn as the warmth both of the boys provided you with was starting to make you sleepier than you already were. With Yoongi hugging you from behind, Jin was right in front of you staring intensively at you. He gave you a smile as he caressed your cheek with his thumb before he leaned forward and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Sleep now, my princess. You must be exhausted. Me and Yoongi will be right here when you wake up.”

You gave Jin a smile before you closed your eyes, feeling the tiredness take over your own body. As you were almost falling asleep, you felt Yoongi peck the back of your neck with his lips before mumbling:

“We love you so much.”

That night you fell asleep with the thoughts that maybe, and just maybe, they did love you the same way you were starting to realize you loved them.

Flashback end

Thursday had started out as a normal day. It was already 7pm and you were getting ready to go to work for the first time since the small incident with your coworker. You normally only worked on Thursdays, yet sometimes you were asked to come in on other days, which you did not mind at all. You were just done with putting your light makeup on and decided to grab something to eat in the kitchen before you were to ask Hoseok if he was ready to go. When you walked in, all of the boys were in the kitchen mumbling to each other, yet immediately stopped once you walked in. You eyed them strangely before you grabbed an apple.

“What’s up? Why did you all go this quiet when I walked in?”

Namjoon was the one to hug you from behind and pull you close into him as he pecked your cheek from behind. You smiled at his action yet waited for an answer.

“Everything okay, boys?”

“Mhmm, of course! We just wanna talk to you about something, sweetheart.” Taehyung said as he too grabbed an apple and started eating it.

“I have work soon and if I wanna get there on time, I have to go now, Taetae. How about we all talk when I get back? I’m sure this can wait, right?”

Jungkook shook his head as he held your hand, caressing the top of it with his thumb. “Y/N-ah, you know… me and the boys just truly want the best for you, right? We just want you to be happy and safe at all times. You’re just so important to us and we would do anything for your well-being.”

“I know, Kookie. All of you have told me that before. I want you guys to be happy as well. I want the best for all of you.”

“Yes. And that is exactly why we believe that you shouldn’t go back to work. It’s for your safety, plus you know you don’t need to.”  

You almost choked on the piece of apple you had in your mouth. You surely heard something wrong in that phrase. For your safety? Hadn’t they talked to Seong-Min themselves? As you were about to speak your mind, Taehyung chuckled and nodded his head.  

“We know you don’t want to work too. We’re just making your decision easier to take. We’re doing this for you, cupcake. Plus, we’ve already talked to your manager about it! Now we get to spend every Thursday together too.”

You shook your heard and tried to walk away, yet Namjoon’s arms held you tight against him. Almost like he knew you would act this way.

“Joonie, let me go.”

“Babygirl, please try to see this from our point of view. It would kill us to know something like that ever happened to you again. We just want you safe in our embrace forever. Don’t you want that?”

You looked at Jin who was staring at you with Yoongi and a not so happy Hoseok next to him. Jimin was standing next to Taehyung who then was just behind Jungkook who still held your hand.

“It’s not that. You talked with Seong-Min, right? I don’t see why you’re trying to control my life this way. I am safe. I live here with all of you and one of you always picks me up and drops me at work. I would be fine. I love my work.”

Jimin let out a deep sigh as he looked at the ground. This conversation was going exactly like he said it would, maybe even worse.

“We know you love your work, babygirl. But sometimes you have to make sacrifices. We don’t want that sacrifice to be you. You can stay here with us instead of going to work. Please don’t make this harder.”

“I’m not making anything hard or harder, Joonie. It’s just so rude of all of you to try to control my life like this and very irresponsible to talk to my manager about this when you didn’t even consult me on the matter.” You knew they were simply trying to help you and were worried for you. On other circumstances, you would have thanked them.

“We’re not controlling your life, love. We’re simply looking out for you. I do not understand why you’re acting this way towards us.” Yoongi sounded clearly annoyed, yet somehow also hurt.

“Yoongi…”

“No Jin, shut it please. Do you really wanna know why I’m acting this way, Yoongi? Well, maybe because I trust you guys so fucking much but you don’t trust me. And don’t say that you do, cause that’s just two shits you can shove up your ass. Jungkook clearly said I don’t have to work, no no, he affirmed that I was sure, not you, but I was sure I knew I didn’t have to work. How can I know that when you don’t even tell me what you do? I’m not fucking slow, Yoongi. You guys do some shit, I just don’t know what it is.” This was when all the feelings came out bursting. How overwhelmed you had been, and the nervousness took the best of you. It was never your intention to explode like that.

Jimin decided to step in when all guys were frozen with shock, this being the first time you had actually yelled at them this furious. You didn’t even use the nicknames you usually called them for. They hated to see you like this.

“But munchkin, don’t you see it? We called your manager just so you didn’t have to, and we don’t tell you about what we do because it’s not that important. It’s not something you need to worry about. We’re doing this because we love you.” Jimin had tears rolling down his cheeks which instantly made you feel a deep regret around your heart. You wanted to hug him and apologize, yet you decided to push that feeling away for now. You had to make them understand.

“You called my manager because you knew I wouldn’t agree to this, Jimin. And not important? You guys have a shit ton of money and it just seems to increase each minute and you want me to not worry about that? I couldn’t give two flying fucks of what your job is. For all I care, you can be strippers or porn stars. I just wished you trusted me enough to at least tell me what you do. We’ve been friends for 8 years now. I’m actually not even sure I want to be friends with any of you anymore-”

At your words, all the boys instantly tensed up. Jungkook let go of your hand as Namjoon no longer held you in his arms.

“What do you mean you no longer want to be friends? You can’t just say that. We love you. Just like you said, we’ve been friends for 8 years and you want to just turn your back on us because of this? Because we’re trying our best to keep you safe so that disgusting motherfuc-”

“THAT’S NOT IT, HOSEOK!”

Hoseok immediately shut up, staring at you in utter shock. Even you were shocked at yourself for screaming like that at him. What was going on with you? You weren’t the type of girl to act this way.

“I never said I was leaving you. I’m not sure I love you the same way anymore, okay? And it’s so shitty when you end up doing this, but I can’t actually hate you for it. Or be hurt because I know you’re doing this out of love! It’s really so damn annoying! This feeling inside me is suffocating me and killing me! I don’t know how to feel or if there’s something wrong with me! I shouldn’t feel this way! Especially not after this.”

You weren’t sure what you had been thinking, but once you finished talking you realized you had just told them how you felt. Without thinking twice, you sprinted out of the apartment. The boys had been trying to process what you said, yet when Taehyung snapped out of it, you had already ran out of the apartment for a good couple of minutes.

Third person’s POV

It had been a solid 5 minutes since Y/N had left all the seven boys in their kitchen staring at the walls before them. None of them had moved an inch, yet Namjoon had a smirk on his face and so did Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook. Taehyung had his famous rectangle smile on his face as Jimin and Jin were blushing.

“She loves us like we love her. Did you hear her? She realizes we do this because we love her. She understands how deep our love for her is. Hyung, we can tell her what we do. She won’t mind it. You heard her. She loves us. She wants to be with us. She wants to be ours.”

All of the boys nodded and chuckled as their own thoughts filled their heads. The girl who they had loved for such a long time had finally told them what they had been waiting to hear.

“Let’s go find her, then. We have to confess to her as well. Imagine that right now she believes we don’t love her that way. Let’s go, come on.”

Jin said as he was the first one to walk out of the kitchen with a smile on his face.

Normal POV (At 9pm)

You had left the apartment almost 2 hours ago and it had been about ten minutes you had walked into the club the boys once took you to. The place was full, and the line was awfully long, yet once the bodyguard spotted you, he let inside. Maybe he recognized from the one time you had been there with the boys, yet you didn’t mind it. You were now inside and sitting in front of the bar, staring at your phone. You had turned it off once you exited the apartment, knowing the boys would eventually try to call you.

“This is for you, ma'am.” The bartender said as he placed a glass in front of you and poured an unknown liquid inside. Just like Taehyung, you didn’t really like alcohol. The few times you had taken a couple of drinks had actually been when you came here with them about a year ago. Besides that one night, you hadn’t really drank.

“But I didn’t order anything…I don’t even have my wallet on me so I can’t pay for it.”

“That man over there was the one who order it for you.”

You looked to the end of the bar where a guy sat. He was definitely two, maybe three, years older than you. He wasn’t bad looking, but nothing like the seven men who had taken your heart. You weren’t sure of what to do, so you simply gave the man a smile and pushed the glass aside as you shook you head at the man, signalizing you wouldn’t be drinking that.

You looked down at your phone again, deciding to finally turn it back on. Once it had finally turn on, a ton of texts and missed calls popped up. You picked the phone up, getting ready to read all of the texts. The last text that was sent to you had been sent 15 minutes ago.

“We love you. We have loved you the same you love us for a long time. Please call us once you see this.” You read out loud as you blankly stared at the screen. So, you weren’t wrong. They did love you like you loved them. You had been confused and a ball of nervousness for nothing. You hadn’t had anything to worry about. A rush of regret hit you. You shouldn’t have left like that, you should’ve stayed and listened to them.

“Problems in paradise?”

You turn around to see the same guy who bought you the drink now standing behind you. You arched your brow at him as you frowned, locking your phone.

“Excuse me? Do we know each other?”

The man chuckled and shook his head as he took a seat next to you. He was wearing full black, yet the neck tattoos were incredibly visible under the dim club lights.

“I don’t believe so. Your face is slightly familiar to me, though. Have you been here before?”

You shrugged as you were about to get up, assuming it would be best for you to get out of there before things got too messy.

“I’ve been here with my friends once. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Wait!” You squealed as he grabbed you by the wrist, not letting you go any further. Where was your luck today?

Third person’s POV

It had been exactly 12 minutes since Taehyung got a call from the bodyguard of their club saying their princess had just walked inside. None of the 7 boys had liked the idea of her being there, yet most people that worked for them knew who she was, they had made sure they did. If they valued their lives, they wouldn’t do anything stupid.

All 7 of them had been worried sick for the past 2 hours since her location had been a mystery to them for the entire time. Jungkook tried countless of times to connect to the phone to turn it back on while Jimin and Jin tried to find her in CCTV cameras all around their apartment building, yet not much had been done. They were thankful she had finally decided to show up to a place not only they frequented from time to time, but they owned it themselves.

The music could be heard blocks away and the bass only got stronger the closer they got to the main entrance. Like always, Hoseok had been the first to walk in. It was like the loud sound was calling for him, his body just wanting to dance the night away. All the boys followed their joyful friend into the main part of club, knowing Y/N wouldn’t have gone to the VIP section by herself.

None of the boys were sure how, but Yoongi spotted Y/N as soon as they got slightly closer to the bar just so they wouldn’t be standing in the middle of the dance floor. Her clothes weren’t hugging her body like the outfits all of the other girls in there had, yet she still shone the brightest. What killed her beautiful light was the drink that been placed in front of her, which clearly had been paid by the man who stared at her from across the bar.

Jin recognized the younger male, him being one of the newbies that had started working for them just a couple months ago. He wasn’t sure if the others had noticed, but Jin wanted to see if the ones training them had been doing their job right and had made clear to the new recruits that if they ever saw that girl, they were to either stay away or protect her at all costs. So, he informed the other six of who he was and told them to wait and see what would fold out.

All of them were extremely happy that Y/N refused the drink almost instantly, happy they had taught her better than just accepting a drink from a man she didn’t even knew. Y/N was acting exactly as the boys expected her to. Ignoring him and instead reading their texts. Because they were much more important than a random stranger who was trying too hard. Everything was going merely OK when the man just had to make his way over to her. He just had to touch, hold and pull her.

“I heard you read that text out loud. Relationships can be shitty. Why don’t you let me show you a good time tonight? We can go back to my place and have some fun, huh? Come on.”

Y/N was clearly uncomfortable as she tried to pull her arm back, and also by how tight he was holding her. Making a scene could only complicate things, yet just letting him hold her like that wasn’t going to happen.

“You’re hurting me. Let go.”

“Oh, come on. You’re here alone, right? Come on, don’t make me pull you.” He said laughing and Y/N pulled her arm towards herself harder this time, making her stumbled backwards once he let her go. Instead of falling to the ground like she expected, her back hit something hard before a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist.

“Hey, sunshine.”

Normal POV

You looked up to see Hoseok looking down at you, smiling. You gave him a small smile as you caressed your wrist with your other hand, seeing the redness and marks of the man’s fingers linger on your skin.

“I saw her first, dude. Fuck off.”

You saw the man reach out a hand for you, making you sink into Hoseok’s arms. The man must have wished for his death because that was exactly what he would be getting now that all of the boys had noticed not only your red wrist, but also the way he talked about you like you were like any other girl.

“She’s ours, but apparently you haven’t been paying attention to what you have been told, now have you? If you had, you would know she’s the one person you should’ve stayed away from.“ Namjoon said, stepping forwards.

Only then did the man recognize the seven faces that stood before him. Only then did it hit him who you were and why your face was so familiar to him. Only then did he understand how deep into a death hole he had got himself into.

“S-Sir. I…It’s not like that. I just simply seemed to forget who she was. I-I didn’t mean to hurt nor scare her. Please. I apologize.”

To say you were confused wasn’t enough. The man who seemed so full of himself seemed terrified of Namjoon like he was the most dangerous person he had ever seen. What did he mean he forgot who you were? Did he know you?

“Look at her wrist. Look at what you did to her precious skin. The skin that shouldn’t even have come in contact with yours. How can you possibly apologize for touching her? You can’t, now can you?”

Namjoon then turn to the couple of men who had stayed behind the seven of them. You recognized one of them. He was the bodyguard who had let you in just earlier. He knew them, was that why he let you in? How did he know you were friends with them?

“Kill him.”

Your eyes widen as you took in Namjoon’s words. Kill him? What did he mean? How could he do that?

“Joonie! What do you mean? No. I’m fine. He apologized.”

You heard some of the boys chuckle as Namjoon locked eyes with you. He gave you a smile as he walked over to you and caressed your cheek with his palm.

“Babygirl, he touched you. He touched what belongs to us. You’re ours and ours to touch and have. Did you hear the way he talked about you? He wanted to take you to his house and touch you in all ways he knows he can’t. He shouldn’t even have thought of such things. His apology means nothing to me when we all saw and heard the way he acted towards you. This is for you, my baby.”

You shook your head and immediately wrapped your arms around Namjoon’s waist, hiding your face against his chest.

“There, there. How about you let the boys take you home while I finish here? Then we can all cuddle once we’re home and finish our conversation from earlier?”

“Please Joonie. I don’t understand what’s happening, but don’t kill him. Please, I don’t want him to die because of me. I beg of you.”

You looked up at him with teary eyes and a pout on your lips. You weren’t sure of what took over you, but the way you looked so vulnerable and small melted all the boys’ hearts, yet the way you begged Namjoon almost turn him on. Under other circumstances it definitely would’ve.

“Please, oppa.”

At that nickname, Namjoon smiled widely. His dimples were now visible as he stared at you. It was then he carefully pecked your lips.

“Anything for our babygirl.”

You smiled yet heard Jungkook and Taehyung mumbling stuff along the lines of why he had to kiss you first or that it wasn’t fair that he got to hold you and kiss you before they also got the chance to.

“You’re lucky our girl here is the kindest girl you’ll ever meet and saved your ass.”

The man nodded and knelt down in front of you, thanking you over and over again as well as he apologized.

Jimin was the one to grab your hand and drag you from the scene as all of the boys followed behind you. Before you left the scene entirely, you heard Yoongi turn to the bodyguard and nod his head.

“Cut off the hand that he touched her with.”

You felt sick to you stomach upon hearing that yet kept walking like you never heard a thing. You just wanted to get home to finally understand what the hell was going on.

Preview for Chapter 5

“We work in a mafia or gang. Whatever you want to call it, princess. Namjoon is the leader, as you must have caught on.”  

“Everything we do, we do it for you.”

“We love you.”

“You kill people!”

“For you, we would do anything.”

“You’re all monsters…”

[thenamesseven]

Word count: 3.21k

                           ----------------------------------------------------

Visiting you every night right when the bookshop was closed turned into some kind of habit for Kihyun. He always walked inside as soon as your last client got out, sometimes he carried a pizza with himself, sometimes it was just a coffee and a cupcake, whatever he brought you received it with open arms, rejecting free food was never your specialty.

You two haven't kissed again since that night weeks ago, Kihyun had always kept his distance, sometimes teasing you with soft touches or cheek kisses but his lips never came closer to yours no matter how bad you wanted them too. He just helped you clean around the bookshop, listening to you talk about your day or he just sat next to you, curiously reading what you were studying in an attempt to understand the complicated subjects and explain them to you to look smart.

For a mafia boss, the guy was incredibly cute. You couldn't deny that. Even when you knew what he was, what he did, the cute smile he always had when you were around made you forget about his true nature.

It wasn't until that night that you truly realize how dangerous his life was.

Like every single night, Kihyun walked through the door as soon as you placed the closed sign on the door so nobody would walk inside. You didn't even turn around to acknowledge him being too busy by cleaning around the bookshop. It had been a pretty busy day and everything was extremely messy, honestly you just wanted to be go home and have a warm bath before going to bed.

As you placed the books on their shelves you noticed Kihyun was quieter than usual, he didn't even greeted you with some cheesy compliments like he usually did.

“Mhm? Cat got your tongue tonight?” You asked looking down at the books in your hands, sighing since you were really frustrated with your clients. Was placing the books back in their place such a hard task?

“Mhm” He hummed in response, the sound of a chair scraping the floor making you assume he was just sitting down to place the dinner he brought on the table.

“What did you buy tonight?” You asked trying to turn your monologue into a real conversation but when you didn’t get a reply you just kept talking “You know, one night you could just let me buy something for us, I feel bad for letting you pay almost everyday for our-”

The sound of Kihyun groaning left the rest of your sentence stuck in your throat. It wouldn't be the first time he would joke around doing something weird or slightly sexual just to watch you get all flustered and tease the hell out of you. With the intentions of scolding him like you did every single time you turned around, your eyes landing automatically on him already knowing where he was sitting.

You almost choked on air when you saw him.

Kihyun was leaning back against the wooden chair, his face extremely pale as some drops of sweat rolled down his face. His eyes were half opened and it was obvious he was struggling to keep his own head up. Your eyes moved down his body, seeing one of his pale hands clutching his side were his clothes had a huge blood stain, turning his white fingers red. Your heart stopped beating, your body froze while fear started invading your veins, flowing with your blood to your brain. It wouldn’t take too long for you to have a panick attack.

“K-Kihyun?” He looked half dead, actually, you didn't know if he was trying not to pass out or die in your shop. You were freaking out, it was the first time you saw somebody looking more like a corpse than an alive person.

“Princess?” The sound of your scared voice woke him up from the weird trance he was in, his brain was probably shutting him off to avoid the pain he got for getting shot. “(Y/N)” He cleared his throat, forcing a smile up to his lips as if he could act like nothing was wrong at this point. “I'm fine, this is just a scratch”

“A scratch!? Kihyun, what the fuck!?” You know the last thing you should do was start shouting at him but for some reason, Kihyun found your swearing extremely hilarious to witness in his deathbed.

“It’s fucking hilarious when you swear” He muttered, you started to wonder if the blood lost was making him lose his mind. Kihyun looked down, his eyes landing where his hand was just to notice he had blood everywhere. His eyes opened wide as if he just realize the seriousness of the situation. “Shit, I’m bleeding” Yup. He was definitely losing his mind.

You forced your body to move, you needed to do something soon before he just bled out right there. “We need to get you to a hospital come on” His body got tense, his head moving from side to side, clearly telling you that wasn't a good idea “Kihyun you can't just die in my shop!” He smirked at your frustrated yet scared tone, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips.

“Let’s go to my place” He proposed but as quick as he said it he regretted saying those words, would it be more dangerous for you to take him to your place or to go to his? The first option seemed better “Let’s go to your place”

“Please tell me your mafia has some kind of private doctor because if you’re expecting me to get the bullet out of your wound, I’m sorry to tell you that isn’t going to work”

Kihyun smirked again, shaking his head at your words as you gently placed one of his arms around your shoulder and yours on his hip to lift him up. You tried to ignore the painful groan that escaped his lips in order to not freak out more and truly help him out, by the corner of your eye you could see Kihyun biting his lip to not make more noises but wincing with every step you both took. He also tried more than once to not put his whole weight on you and as much as you wanted to help him, you appreciated that gesture, you weren’t too strong and you wouldn’t have been able to carry his -half dead- body to your car.

Once in the vehicle, Kihyun leaned back against the passenger seat as you leaned into him to buckle his seatbelt. In a moment of weakness you turned your head to glance at him, earning a stupid grin and a wink from Kihyun, it was incredible how he still felt like flirting when he was dying in your car.

“It’s not that much, it’s just a gunshot (Y/N)” He said quietly once you were on the driver seat and speeding off

You scoffed at his words, gripping the steering wheel “Yeah right, I forgot getting shot is as normal as breathing for you” You heard Kihyun smiled weakly, his head rolling to the side as he faded in and out of consciousness “Kihyun don’t pass out, I swear to God, if you pass out I won’t know how to take care of your wound and then you’ll die and then I’ll have to search in google how to hide a corpse and the police will come to arrest me” You took a deep breath “That is if your mafia mates don’t kill me first” You were so focused on your own panicking state that you didn’t realize that besides you Kihyun was laughing really hard despite the strong pain he felt on his side. “Why the hell are you laughing!? Oh my god I skipped a red light!”

Kihyun chuckled, his eyes closed and his breathing heavy “Princess chill, I’m not dying” He muttered “Besides I’m sure that smart brain of yours will figure out how to hide a corpse”

“Didn’t you say you weren’t dying!?” You glanced at him, your eyes frantically searching for a parking spot, turning the steering wheel abruptly when you found one

“Well I thought your reckless driving would get us dead” He joked reaching down to unbuckle his seatbelt “Have you ever thought of driving ambulances? You would do a nice job, need to learn how to work under pressure though”

The death glare you gave him was enough to keep his mouth closed all the way from your car to your tiny apartment. Gently kicking the door shut, you threw your keys onto the small table that was situated in the entrance and started guiding Kihyun down the hall. You had been thinking of looking at his wound in the bathroom with him sitting on the counter but unfortunately he didn’t look strong enough to get up there and you weren’t going to be able to lift him up. Without wasting more time, you took Kihyun to your bedroom, leaning him against the wall to get some towels so the bed sheets wouldn’t get blood on them. They were your favorites.

Once the towels were placed you looked at Kihyun, wiping your sweaty hands against your trousers “Get on the bed, can you take your shirt off?” You asked looking at him, Kihyun smiled weakly as he attempted to step forward but almost fell down. You rushed to his side, carrying him like before, hearing him whisper some quiet complaints but not understanding what he was truly saying. “Here, let’s take your shirt off” You attempted to pull his arms up but he groaned shaking his head, pain evident on his face.

“You have to rip it” He whispered lying down, closing his eyes

“What if I stab you?” Kihyun chuckled shaking his head

“You better not, princess” He said amused

“Okay, let me gather all the stuff and I’ll be right back”

Kihyun watched you rush out of your bedroom to get all the stuff you would probably need to take care of his wound, he couldn’t help the smile that crept up to his lips as he listened to your cute little steps running down the hall, quiet swearing words leaving your lips when you walked into things. Staring at the ceiling Kihyun let out a shaky sigh wondering why he came to you for help when his whole team was waiting for him.

Maybe he had unconsciously got use to have dinner with you some nights that the thought of not visiting you had forced him to drag himself to your shop even when he was bleeding. Maybe he really looked forward that ordinary atmosphere you pulled him into whenever you scolded him for swearing or talking while you were studying some boring things by his side. It was that sense of regular what kept pulling Kihyun closer to you every single night even when he knew you didn’t belong to him. Dangerous feelings were arising in his chest that would surely put the both of you into very unsafe situations, he wasn’t good for you but for some reason you kept accepting his company, giving him those cute smiles that only made him want you more. It could be your innocence what woke his instinct of protection up, it could be the way you genuinely trusted him that made him want to protect you from all the dark and dangerous things life would make you through. But standing his side would only make things worse for you, your life would be in constant danger, somebody as sweet and nice as you would be a target for all his blood thirsty enemies.

He couldn’t let that happen, he couldn’t ruin your life like that.

Coming to you tonight had been a huge mistake and he had to fix it before it already was too late.

Kihyun attempted to sit up and stand so he could get out of your apartment. Luckily, you walked into the room just to see him wince and bleed even more thanks to the effort he was making.

“What are you doing!? You’re just going to bleed more!” You rushed to his side, placing all the stuff on your bedside table and pulling a chair closer to the side of the bed where he was laying. Seeing Kihyun didn’t stop trying you grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back down onto the bed earning a groan from him. He didn’t give up “Kihyun! Stop!”

“No!” He shouted back, it didn’t scared you since he couldn’t even stand up by himself but his voice was still stern and full of authority “I have to get out of here (Y/N)”

You looked down at him confused, he was talking seriously but you didn’t know why he wanted to get out after you had carried him all the way to your bed “What? Why? I was kidding, I promise I won’t accidentally stab you” Frowning you watched him try to stand up again just to give up and lay on the bed still

“Get me out of your house” He pleaded looking up into your eyes, you knew this was probably going to be the first and last time you would see somebody as powerful as Kihyun beg you to do something “Please (Y/N), get me out, my friends will pick me up”

“B-but you’re losing so much blood, you can’t move more Kihyun, let me just-

“I said get me out!” He shouted with more strength this time. You jumped on the chair a little intimidated by the tone he was using now.

“You’ll get out after I stop the bleeding” You picked the knife and reached down to rip his shirt but Kihyun wiggled beneath you, not letting you cut it. “Are you insane? I could cut you Kihyun!” You shouted looking at him, not understanding what was going on.

“Get me out of here (Y/N), don’t make me ask another time”

“What the hell is wrong with you!? Can’t you see all the blood you’re fucking losing!?” Your frustrated tone only seemed to frustrate him even more. “Stay still! Why do you want to get out of here so bad!?”

“Because I’m being selfish! You have a fucking mafia boss in your fucking house (Y/N)! This is not a game!” He shouted sounding mad but you knew, you saw he was more mad at himself than at you for letting him barge into your life so easily “You should have run away when I approached you the first time not letting me visit you and buy you food, for fuck’s sake I’m not a good person for you!”

Ignoring his words you ripped the shirt, trying to keep your mind blank from the words he was saying and focus only on healing his wound. You reached and touched his back, noticing the bullet had luckily went through his skin and not got stuck inside, Kihyun kept blabbering about how he could ruin your life just by smiling at you, how you would end up being a target for his enemies and how he didn’t want to pull you into his life. At first it was easy to ignore it but after five minutes of him shouting the same things over and over again you got tired.

“Can you shut the fuck up!?” He looked stunned at you, at the tone you used to talk to him. Kihyun’s eyes opened wide, watching your tired and frustrated expression. Embarrassed you moved your eyes back down to his wound, tapping it gently with some cotton and alcohol to disinfect the area. “It’s my decision to make if I want you in my life or not” You muttered, feeling him tense up but not knowing if it was because of the pain or the words that got out of your lips.

“This is not one of your books (Y/N)” He mumbled watching your hands, his expression softer now as he tried to reason with you “There is no happy ending for this” You glanced at him just to see he was already looking at you.

Sighing you shook your head “I’m going to stitch you as well as I can, don’t get your hopes up though” He nodded, noticing you had ignored his previous words.

The two of you got absolutely quiet only being able to hear Kihyun’s heavy breaths, your calmer ones and the tick of the hands of the clock echoing in the apartment. You still were blocking Kihyun’s words from your mind, denying liking him would be the biggest lie you’ve ever told but saying you kind of were scared of his life style would be an understatement. You didn’t belong to his world and he was too important to belong to yours, however the invisible strings that kept pulling you two together were too strong to break and you somehow knew it would be harder to stay apart than to get over the obstacles life would put in your way.

“You did it” He said quietly once you put the needle away, a small, sweet smile on his face as he looked up at you

“I did” You replied back not looking at him. How were you supposed to convince him to stay by your side when he was so sure he would only ruin your life?

As you stood up from the chair, Kihyun reached out and wrapped his hand around your wrist forcing you to look down at him “What I said before was for your own well being” He muttered seriously, quietly as if he didn’t want you to listen to him “Push me away when I come back to you (Y/N)” His thumb rubbed the back of your hand gently, caressing your knuckles “Do not pull me closer”

“Can we talk about this tomorrow? You need to rest and after that adrenaline rush I need some rest too” You yawned quietly, not even bothering to change your clothes as you lay down on the other side of the bed. “If you need anything, wake me up”

“Will do” He replied even though you and him knew he wouldn’t disturb you sleeping for anything in the world.

Your back faced his, the both of you staring into the wall thinking the other was finally asleep as you tried to figure out your situation and what would be best for the other. It wasn't until an hour had passed that sleep had kicked in both of your bodies, making your eyelids heavy until Kihyun and you fell asleep.

That night you dreamt of him visiting you other times, bringing your favorite pizza or helping you study history like you did every single night after closing the shop. It felt so normal, so domestic to be by his side in that dream that it truly felt real, making you believe he was still there, that he wouldn’t go away because he thought you would be better without him.

He would listen to your opinion at least, right?

You were wrong.

In the early hours of the morning, after leaving a soft kiss on your cheek Kihyun limped his way out of your room, of your apartment.

And apparently of your life.

[queerchoicesblog]

A Surprise Party (OH, Harper x F!MC)

So, consider this an ideal continuation of my homage to Mrs. Martinez. This is NOT a part two of A Letter From Buenos Aires, which is fully focused on the friendship between Dr. Emery and Teresa!

Here we get a little background for Harper (I’m trying to make up a background story that makes sense in my head), Dr. Meredith Valentine (MC) asking the Chief of Medicine to join a surprise party for Edenbrook Hospital’s most beloved patient and an extended version of Harper attending the party. I know Harper stans are basically a rare species (we're the red pandas of the fandom, guys!), hope y’all like it! 

(I keep using Freema Agyeman gifs for this series cause I wish MC looked like her in her medical version!)

Word Count: 1964

Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @bbaba-yagaa @melodyofgraves @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @bhavf @begging-for-kamilah @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @crazypeanat

Harper Emery fic tag: @korrasamixlover (& @sapphovonchat if she’s interested)

______________________________

The day was finally over. Harper gave a relieved sigh and hanged her white coat. She freshened up, humming one of her favorite song, Talkin' 'Bout A Revolution by Tracy Chapman. It was some kind of personal anthem to her in college when she ditched sorority club invitations to meet up with other activists to organize protests and parade against gender and racial equality. The thought made her smile to herself, a hint of nostalgia on her lips: as years went by, she had to step back to focus on neurosurgery studies, who took most of her time, but she was committed to proving her colleagues, her professors and even herself wrong and show the world she "had what it got to get there". That day, out of nowhere, that tune had been in her head since lunch, she couldn't wait to get in her car and put it on. No, she had to call Marcus first for the family dinner...well, after that. She put on her trench coat and headed towards the elevator, going through what she was gonna say to her brother.

The doors were already closing when she heard someone calling her name. With a quick move, she pressed another button and the door opened again.

"Wow, good reflexes Dr. Emery!" the young woman commented, panting slightly as she sped through the whole corridor.

"I try, Valentine" Harper quickly smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh it's totally not work-related!" Meredith reassured her. "Well, kinda? It won't be long, can I...?" she asked nodding to the free room inside the elevator.

"Sure, what floor?"

"Ground floor"

Harper noticed the notepad in the other woman's hands.

"So about that 'kinda not work-related' thing..."

"Oh yeah, right!" Meredith cleared her throat, blushing slightly. "I'm sure you've been informed of the improvement of Mrs. Martinez's health"

"Yes, of course. I can't quite explain it to myself...I'm a woman of science, Valentine, and I don't believe in miracles. Don't get me wrong, I'm quite fond of Mrs. Martinez and I'm more than happy to sign her discharge papers, it was just...unexpected" Harper turned to the intern and gave her a smile, veiled with an unknown tenderness. "But she deserves to live her last years away from this place"

"I couldn't agree more" Meredith smiled back but quickly changed the topic before the Chief could read more into it. "So I was...hum, thinking of pulling a surprise party for her at the cafeteria the day of her discharge. Will you be there, Dr. Emery?"

Harper laid on her a gaze full of curiosity. The Chief of Medicine had been too busy with administrative stuff and a few operations over the past few days that it slipped her mind. Probably she avoided the thought because she cared for the wondrous crazy Mrs. Martinez...but yes, a surprise party was just the thing. Teresa would have loved it!

"A surprise party?"

"Yes! Mrs. Martinez is quite popular here so -I thought- maybe even some doctors and nurses would like to give her a proper goodbye. I feel she deserves it"

At that very moment, the doors of the elevator opened, signaling that they had reached the ground floor. They walked into the almost deserted atrium of Edenbrook Hospital and Harper spoke again.

"I must admit you never cease to amaze me, Valentine. You work hard every day, lead the competition for the fellowship and use your free time to plan a surprise a party for a patient, I mean not even one of your patients?"

Meredith turned to Dr. Emery, asking expectantly:

"It's no big deal and she deserves it. Will you be there?"

Harper's eyes fell on her and her face relaxed:

"Of course, Valentine. Anything for Mrs. Martinez" a smile brightened her face.

Meredith immediately produced a pen from her pocket and write down Dr. Emery's name in her 'Surprise Mrs. Martinez Party' list. She looked as happy as a little girl who just won a stop at the candy shop. Harper couldn't refrain herself from thinking that that look was rather endearing and the intern Ramsey clearly took a liking for just made her smile again.

"Why are you doing this, Valentine? What's your Teresa story?" she asked, genuinely touched by the commitment of the intern to make this party happen.

Meredith's eyes rose from the notebook to meet her gaze.

"Because she helped me when I got lost on my first day here. And then she did the most amazing thing you can do in a hospital: she made me laugh."

Harper nodded: it totally sounded like Teresa's magic.

"Let me know the right time, I'll be there. Have a good evening, Valentine"

"I will and...same to you, Dr. Emery"

Meredith's heart fluttered when she caught the Chief smiling brightly to herself as she walked towards the parking lot.

-----------

A lot of people showed up at the surprise party: as soon as they heard "Mrs. Martinez" they jumped on board. Dr. Valentine contemplated happily the result: doctors and nurses chatting with each other, hugging Teresa, someone trying and failing to hide a tear....

The celebration was in full swing when Harper cleared her throat and everybody turned towards her. She gave a smile to the audience and said:

"I believe a few words are in order about Mrs. Martinez" her hazel eyes gleamed as they fell on the former patient, who smiled back affectionately.

"You've been the backbone of Edenbrook for the past decade. I remember my neuro residency when you first arrived. It was a tough day and it was probably written all over my face. I was catching my breath at the nurse station when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned and I saw this amazing lady with an outstretched hand. 'Hello, doctor. My name's Teresa Martinez. Also known as the new girl'. And she winked at me"

"Of course I did, girl!" Mrs. Martinez commented, winking to the crowd.

Everybody laughed. Then Harper continued:

"I was caught off guard and said 'Well, I'm a new girl here too!'" she smiled to herself, amused, as a light chuckle raised from the audience. "We just started chatting when one of the nurses came running. Apparently, Mrs. Martinez was supposed to take her meds an hour ago but forgot and wandered around Edenbrook instead"

Teresa gave a dramatic shrug that made everyone laugh.

"And my supervisor was looking for me. Unimpressed this lady turned towards the nurse and gave her the purest apologetic smile: 'Forgive us, Reina, we are the new ladies, you have to be patient with us. Now, where are these meds you mentioned?'"

The audience clapped at the younger Mrs. Martinez's incorrigible irony.

"She flashed me a smile as the nurse guided her back to her room and mouthed 'You can do it, girl'. That's when I knew I met someone special. The very same person who years later, when I became a neurosurgeon here at Edenbrook, knocked at my office's door with a cupcake sneaked from the cafeteria in her hand because she wanted to congratulate with me for my promotion"

Harper did her best to hold back tears.

"So, dear Mrs. Martinez, dear Teresa...Edenbrook Hospital's doors are always open for you but we hope not to see you again anytime soon. Inside these walls, at least. We'd rather know you on a world's tour having the time of your life."

Someone from the crowd cheered "Hell yeah!".

Dr. Emery's eyes met Paula's gaze once more:

"Just know we will miss you"

A round of applause and cheers framed the end of her discourse. Teresa walked to her and pulled the Chief into a hug and said in a low voice so that only Harper could hear:

"Ay, you want me to cry now! Such a beautiful speech, smart girl, really a beautiful speech"

Dr. Valentine, who was standing nearby, caught those words and smiled contently to herself seeing a visibly touched Teresa gently stroking Harper's back and her boss murmuring "I meant it". As Dr. Ramsey raised his cup and shared his own personal story of when Mrs. Martinez tripped over him, the ladies turned towards him and Teresa stood beside Harper, half hugging her.

I'm glad I could give you a good party, Teresa, thought Meredith. As if hearing her thoughts, Elijah and Sienna gave her a thumb up from where they were sitting.

Almost every doctor and nurse attending the party shared their memories and Mrs. Martinez was radiant. Many commented that they had never seen her so ecstatic: it was refreshing and "I'm just so happy for her", someone said. Even Dr. Ramsey gave Meredith "the Rookie" an approving nod.

Too soon Rafael came back in and announced that the ride was there. Mrs. Martinez gestured to the crowd to keep going.

"No no, don't be sad now: I'm going to start a new life out there so no long faces. I'm so grateful to any of you for what you have done for me during my long stay...I know I've been a handful, believe me! Every one of you is special to me in their own way and I will remember you. Remember me and think back to this day as the day that crazy old lady finally walked down the door smiling"

When she finished, a round of applause echoed and intensified as she produced herself into a dramatic bow as if she was some Hollywood diva of the past. She raised laughing earnestly.

"Now, about that part, I need my girls" she said and went grabbing Dr. Valentine and Dr. Emery's hands.

"Yes, yes, the one it all started with and my last 'new girl'" she explained to the confused ladies.

"As you wish" Harper conceded.

So they walked down the corridor leading to the exit hand in hand, with Mrs. Martinez in the middle contently holding both women's hands. When they approached the car, the old lady turned towards them.

"Time to say goodbye"

She hugged both her 'new girls', whispering a few words into their ears out of each other's earshot. After placing a kiss on their forehead, she moved towards the cab, saying:

"You two play nice."

"Not sure what you mean but we will, ma'am" Dr. Valentine reassured her.

Teresa laughed to herself and stood behind the open door. She lingered there for a moment, taking in the sight of Harper and Meredith standing side by side smiling at her.

"You're very cute together" she commented before taking a seat in the car and waving bye at the two now flustered and confused women.

"What did she say?" Harper asked

"I'm not sure I got it"

The two doctors looked at each other and chuckled to clear the awkwardness of the moment.

"Edenbrook won't be the same without Teresa"

The words slipped out of the Chief's mouth veiled with a bit of nostalgia.

"Yeah, definitely..." Meredith agreed as her eyes followed the cab until it took a turn and went out of her view. Then she turned to the other woman. "I mean, I don't know her as well as you d-"

She hadn't finished her sentence when Dr. Emery's page started beeping.

"I'm sorry, Valentine. Duty calls"

Harper gave her a quick apologetic smile. The intern gestured that it was okay and they both headed towards the hospital entrance. Before parting ways, the Chief turned towards Meredith once more and there was an unexpected softness in her voice:

"I'm glad that you had a chance to meet Teresa. She's a special woman"

That said, she disappeared behind the elevator doors, her usual distant and professional look back on. Dr. Valentine shooked her head and headed back to the cafeteria to thank everyone: her time with Dr. Emery was up, again.

[rhabakoli]

Infinite White - 10

just a short, fluffy, sweet thing.

Previous Chapters here.

Taglist: @dreamwritesimagines @i-am-always-famished @marauderskeeper @superwolfchild-fan @m00nlightdelights @cgn-99 @alicedopey @alwaysadreamingoptimist @atlas-of-the-world @finnickfoxes @rmwest9

**

It’s been two weeks since the dinner. Exams have been taken, essays were turned in, students were drunk on freedom and spare time and alcohol. Maeve was packing her bags, she was going home for a few days. “Will you be okay?” “Yes, of course. I’ll visit my grandparents, they’ve been demanding I come as soon as I am free of exams and studying.” “Oh, great. They’ll love to see you.” She stuffed her track pants into the duffle bag she reserved for dirty laundry. “How will you go there?” “I’ll get a taxi. Or maybe I’ll take a bike, depending on the weather.” Fenja leaned against the wall and hugged a pillow to her chest. “What will you do at home?” “Give piggyback rides to my cousins, let my baby brother sleep in bed with me and built a lot of pillow forts. Last time I was home, we cracked the record of two rooms. We wanna see if we can expand to three this time.” Fenja smiled at that. Maeve’s family sounded great. She never had the opportunity to go visit them, as her grandparents were her priority during holidays. 

“Well, good luck then.” “Thank you.” Maeve zipped up the last bag and then came over to say goodbye with a hug and a kiss to her cheek. “Be good, kiddo.” “Have fun.” The door closed behind her, and Fenja was alone. She looked around in their room, empty, Maeves side weirdly clean and organized. She suddenly felt so lonely, it was like an ice cold hand holding her heart. A sob broke out of her and her hands flew up to cover her mouth, to not let it escape, lest someone heard. Her eyes were squeezed close, tears escaping still. The silence of the room, of the whole building, was pressing down on her, bringing her quite literally to her knees. She crawled under her comforter, pulled it close around her body and closed her eyes. She’d just rest for a bit. She’d be fine. She can manage just fine on her own. She just needed a break.

**

“So, honey, how are you? How is that writer thing going, the one you told us about?” Fenja sat with her grandparents on their patio, overlooking the small gardens of the apartment block. “The last decision is to be made soon, I’m just waiting for an announcement. But, if that doesn’t work out, my friend’s aunt offered me an internship with that very same organisation.” Her grandfather knocked on the wooden table, winking at her. “Will be fine, cupcake.” “I hope so. I need the experience, I want to learn.” Her grandmother laid a hand on her arm. “With your talent and hard work, I am sure they’ll love to have you.” “I hope so.” Fenja was sitting in one of their cozy chairs, feet up on another, let the sun shine on her naked belly, where she had pulled up her shirt. She enjoyed the time with them, get them up to date, listen to their gossip on the neighbours. Apparently, assisted living wasn’t that different from college dorms. “Just last week, Nolan from the upstairs apartment, he got busted. Was smoking all kinds of things, all prescribed, he said. Neither of his docs knew anything about the drugs, tho.” Her grandfather laughed, a cigar between his fingers as he slapped his hand on the table in amusement. His granddaughter grinned, always enjoying their stories. She was glad they had a good life here, she’d never get sleep if she knew they were unhappy here. Her grandparents were laughing and kissing each other, and she was happy. For a moment, she was really, truly happy right where she was. And she’d be even happier, if she got that internship. Gala had said it’s paid, and she could use the money. Raising her glass to her lips, she smirked. She’d send her grandparents on vacation. They never had any, because of her; they never wanted to leave her for long.

**

“Honey, are you staying with us, or are you going back to the dorms?” Her grandmother placed her hand on her head, stroking her hair. “I’ll go back. There’s a whole stack of books waiting for me, that I haven’t read yet.” “We’ll call you a cab, cupcake.” Fenja looked over, at her granddad and shook her head. “No need, gramps. I biked over.” He wanted to protest, when her phone started vibrating off the table. Perfect timing, whoever it was. She’d kiss them. Or not. “Hi, you.” She smiled at her grandparents and went inside, fleeing from curious gazes. “What’s up, buttercup?” She could hear the grin in his voice and scoffed. “Please, don’t ever call me that again.” With an arm crossed over her chest, she paced through the kitchen. “What do you want?” “Just a bit of your very precious time. And your location.” “What are you talking about?” “I’ll come pick you up, if you allow. Ingrid has a whole week planned, nothing but Netflix and Hulu and whatever else she’s subscribed to.” His voice went an octave deeper, raspy, as if he was sharing a secret, when he added: “She also bought a ‘lifetime’ supply of popcorn, that won’t even last through the first three days.”   Fenja just shrugged. “Popcorn is life, mate.” “Yeah, I guess so.” She heard a voice in the background, hissing something at her friend, before he asked: “So? Where am I to pick you up? Ingrid won’t take a no.” “Yeah, she got that from her brother.” She sighed. Stubborn. All of them. The whole lot. “I’m at my grandparents, give me half an hour to get home.” “Ah, nah, gimme their address, I’ll come over.” “You really don’t have to.” “Uh, yeah, I do. I’ll send you proof of the murderous looks my sisters are giving me right this moment.” His smile was evident in his voice, and she knew she’d never be able to go against all three of the Ivarsson-siblings. “Okay, fine. But park down the road, I don’t want this to come back to my grandparents.” “Why?” “Because they’ll plan our wedding, if they see you.” Over his laughter, she added: “I have my bike here, bring a big car.” 

** Ragnar was indeed waiting down the road, arm hanging out the window, head leaned back against the headrest, as he watched her cycle towards him. 

“What’s that?”, he asked, the bike obviously making him question her sanity. Before she could answer, he shook his head, and rephrased: “No, I know what a bike is, I just mean,” His hand moved up and down, gesturing at Fenja, “What are you doing on it?” “Biking, my friend. Not everyone has a monster-truck at their disposal.” He opened the car door, stepped out and rolled his eyes at her. “It’s a jeep, not a monster-truck. And she’s willing to carry your bike around, so you better thank her.” “She?” “Yes.” He took her bike and lifted it into the back of the Wrangler, before taking her hand and pulling her to the other side of the car. “You are one of those who name their cars?” “And their motorbikes.” “You have a bike?” “Yeah.” He held the door open, watched as she got in and slammed it shut, before bounding over and hopped into the driver’s seat. “Mum had quite something to say about it, but by then I already passed the exam.” “I bet.” Fenja strapped in, leaned back and watched as Ragnar pushed the car into gear and pulled out of the parking spot. “What’s her name then?” “Hela.” Fenja frowned, noticing his amused smirk. “Hela? As in, ‘ruler or Helheim - Hela’?” He hummed approvingly, eyes flicking over to her, as he took a left. “Isn’t that kinda - I don’t know, dark? For a car?” “Nah. She’s in control of the underworld, I dedicated her my car, I should be safe.” She nodded. “Sure. Logically.”

**

The moment Ragnar pulled up in front of the house, Ingrid came flying, Bear bounding after her. She opened the door open before Fenja could even move, and stood there, grinning from one ear to the other. “We have popcorn, sweets, chips, cheetos and peanut flips and like five different flavors of Ice Cream.” Fenja raised an eyebrow and shot Ragnar a look over her shoulder. “How long is she going to keep me here?” Ragnar came around, hugged his sister to his side and winked at his friend. “Until the end of days.”

**

“Where are your parents?” “Away. Mom wants a weekend for herself, before everything is about the baby, and Dad is with her, of course.” They were all in the living room, puppy piled onto the couch, buried under pillows and blankets. Fenja didn’t think there’d be any pillows left in the rest of the house. But it was so very comfy and soft, so she didn’t complain. Ingrid yawned frequently enough to catch her sisters attention. “You tired?” “No.” Fenja snorted and burrowed further into the nest she built around herself. Ragnar was curled around it, propped on his elbow so he could look over her, see the TV. He glanced over at his sisters and leaned forward, murmuring into Fenjas ear: “10 bucks Aslaug is just as tired and uses her to go to bed herself.” Aslaug threw a cheeto at him, catching him square on the forehead. “Stop being a shithead.” “What? It’s true!”, Ingrid laughed, before she almost unhinges her jaw at the next yawn. They continued bickering, no one really paying attention anymore; the movie on TV just a background noise. Fenja felt so at home with them, her heart clenched. If she ever lost them, she’d probably die. Ingrid and Aslaug indeed went to bed soon after, taking their blankets with them, but leaving the pillows. Fenja sat up, stretched over and grabbed the fluffy one Ingrid had had in her clutches all evening. She cackled, like a witch, as she hugged it to her chest. “So easy to satisfy.” “It’s a fluffy pillow. Why wouldn’t I be?” She looked back at him, stretching her neck to see his face. He looked down at her, shaking his head ever so lightly. Her lips were stretched into a wide, cheeky grin, a healthy glow on her skin, and she looked so awfully… right, where she was. If she could just stay there forever.   Her eyes went from his face to the TV, and her grin became even wider, and then: “BUTT!” She giggled at Ragnar’s confused look. There was a sex scene, and she happily screamed out whatever naked body part she could catch a glimpse off.   “Another butt!” “Fenja.” She almost drowned under her pillows, had her sweater pulled up over her chin and it’s strings knotted to a bow - so adorable, so cute, he never wanted her to wear anything else. “A nipple!” “Will you stop that, you child?” “Never.” Not 5 seconds later, a lady was naked on the screen, and Ragnar lunged at her, trying to clap a hand over her mouth, but she sat up like a stung pig and cackled loudly, as she threw a loud “Boobies!” into the room. “You are the most awful person to watch a movie with, you know that?” “I am aware.” He reached out, pulled her back down and wrapped a hand over her eyes, laughing as she started thrashing and wriggling. “If you behave like a child, I’ll treat you like one.” “You sound like an old housewife!” She pulled at his hand, tried to bring it down, away from her eyes, but he didn’t release. Only when there were no more naked parts, did he let her go. She sat up again, and turned to him. “You’re no fun.” “I’m plenty fun.” “Yeah?” “Mhm.” He smirked at her, his mind wandering to…. fun activities. She caught the expression on his face. “You are a dirty bastard.” “I am not.” “You are.” “I’ll fucking show you ‘dirty bastard’”, he growled and pulled her down once again, his free hand burrowing under her sweater and finding all the right spots to make her squirm against him, torturing her. “Okay, okay, stop, please!”   Fenja wheezed, barely getting air into her lungs, as she tried to get away from him and his traitorous hands. “Not so dirty now, huh?” “No, no, not at all!” Her laughter filled the room, bright and happy, and he wanted it to never end. He had small flashbacks to the dinner, her scared and frustrated face, so fragile... Ragnar wrapped his arms around her, held her close and still, and observed her face, while she was busy taking deep breaths. “Can you behave now?” He quickly came to regret his move, when he felt her fingers dig into his belly, cheeky smile in place. “Never.”

**

Part 11

[gwenore]

The princess of Avonlea. Part 7

Happy birthday @dekujin! I hope you will like this next part of this story which has grown way more than I ever expected, but I really enjoy writing. After this I will do a tiny follow up for this part of the story.  Btw, everyone should see the awesome cupcakes she got for her birthday! I am so jealous!

“Urgh… nothing…” Neal was ready to slam his head into his laptop.

“What?” Emma, his girlfriend, glanced over towards him, looking at what he was up to. “The old rundown amusement park? Doesn’t your dad work there?”

“Uh… yeah… he has just discovered something… strange might have caused it to be shut down…” Neal was not certain if he should tell even his closest friend about the fact that his father had brought home a sentient animatronic.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her it was just… well… blabbering about sentient animatronics were an easy way to make people believe you are not quite there.

“Have you heard about what happened?” he asked, Emma having lived longer in this town than he had. Emma shook her head.

“No… it has been closed for as long as I can remember… but…” she paused.

“What?” Neal asked.

“Well… I did sneak in once as a child…” she then muttered.

“I am honestly surprised that you have only snuck in once,” Neal shrugged. “You like to sneak into all sorts of places.”

“Yeah… but… well… there is something wrong about that place,” Emma looked a bit uncomfortable.

“Did… did something happened?” Neal asked, moving a bit closer to her. Emma was quick to shake her head.

“No. I don’t actually remember much. I was like… five. Ran away from another home. Hey that is hardly new. I used to believe that my parents were prince Charming and Snow White. I was… a rather strange child. The orphan who had found parents who didn’t reject her… too bad they were not real,” she sighed. Neal swallowed. He knew Emma lived in a youth home, having run away from all the foster homes she had in the past.

“But…”

“What?” Neal asked.

“You are going to think I am insane,” she then said.

“Look… I am not going to think  that,” he assured her. What could be more insane than a living sentient animatronic who he had eaten breakfast with?

“It is just… I could swear that if no one was around they… the animatronics I mean, would act different,” she then said.

“Different how?” Neal moved even closer. Could it be… that Belle was not the only one?

“Like… real? They would speak to me, like… not voice lines… but actually respond and praise me, ask questions and such… look I must have just imagined that part, but… the memories feel pretty real,” Emma then admitted. “I… I think that was why I thought they were my parents and I wanted to go live with them. But… something happened.”

Neal was practically at the edge of his chair. “What?”

“There was this monster… this monster with yellow glowing eyes. He tried to take me, but they protected me. I was found by them in the morning. I was scratched pretty badly on the arm,” she rolled up the sleeve showing a couple of old scars going across her forearm. “See. I have no idea where they came from had it not been from that monster. I cannot remember being hurt except for when that monster grabbed me.”

She took her sleeve down, Neal staring astonished. His father had said Belle could not remain at the amusement park which was why she was staying with them now.

“And you haven’t gone back since?” he had to ask.

“No… haven’t had a reason… and I haven’t dared to be honest. Hey, are you looking into this because your father has seen something?” she asked.

“Yeah… there is something strange going on there,” Neal had to admit that. Emma breathed out slightly leaning her chin on her hand as she thought.

“Hey, have you checked the library? They must have records of whatever happened right? Old newspapers and stuff like that?” she asked after a while. Neal light up at once.

“No. I haven’t. But I will, the moment school is out,” he nodded.

“I’ll come, you have me curious,” Emma nudged him. “Still class is starting. Miss Mills is such a pain.”

She rolled her eyes, Neal sighing too before they wandered to class.

  Rum Gold stirred softly, and seeing someone close caused him to startle, his forehead slamming into a metal skull, causing him to groan.

Belle’s glowing eyes widened with worry as Rum was clutching his head slightly.

“Rumple! You alright?” she asked, resting her arms on him, trying to figure out why he was acting so odd.

“I am fine… just… not used to waking up next to someone so close,” he rubbed his forehead, finding that he was actually pinned to the bed by the animatronic’s arms laying across his chest.

“I am sorry I was just… I wanted to be close,” Belle could not say why she wanted to be closer to the human, they were in the small room together and it was certainly not a big room. Rum gave her a gentle smile before nodding his head.

“It is fine,” he assured her. “I will get used to it.”

A smile came upon her faux lips.

“So… what are we going to do today?” she then asked as she watched him sit himself up when she allowed him to get up. Rum still had to rub his head, aching still. The human skull really did not have anything against metal it would seem.

“Well… I haven’t planned anything,” he shrugged her shoulders. “However…”

He hesitated slightly.

“I have to go back to Avonlea in the evening… being a security man… that is my job,” he then said. It was a job he would gladly quit… but living paycheck to paycheck… he had no other choice, but to go back. At least until he could find something else.

Not that there were anything other work in this little town.

The animatronic sat herself up, her blue glowing eyes meeting his.

“I’ll come with,” she said firmly. Rum visibly hesitated.

“Belle…” he began.

“I have to. I can keep you safe, trust me!” she grabbed his hand.

“But what if he hurt you?!” he then blurted out his fear. Belle shook her head firmly.

“He won’t. He won’t hurt me,” she said.

“How can you know that?” he said.

“Because I am like him… I...” her eyes looked down. “I do not want to stay there anymore. I do not want to be under his spell anymore. His curse… but more than anything I do not want him to hurt you.”

Rum lowered his head, her strong metal arms holding him in place.

“I… I do not want you to be hurt either,” he admitted his fear, looking into her glowing blue eyes.

“We… we can just stay in the office… I also have a taser. I do not know what that would do to him… but it is something…” he then said. “Also… we are close to the truck so we can get away if he appears,” Rum then said, though his face was filled with worry.

He didn’t want to go back. Belle was the only good thing about that place and now that she was here…

But he had no other choice.

“Yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea!” She light up, the glow of her eyes growing stronger. “We could bring some books to pass the time!”

Rum had to give a soft laugh as he nodded. “Yes… we can certainly do that.”

  The hours before work started had gone far too fast in Rum’s opinion. Once Neal came back from school, no doubt having had some fun with his friends too as he was a bit late, they had all had dinner together.

Neal had gone to the library like he had planned earlier in the day, but they had to order the papers they needed from the archive on the other side of the town, but they should arrive tomorrow. They had asked the librarian if she had known what had done on there, but she had only moved to Storybrooke from Australia a couple of years ago.

Still… what happened must be in the archives right? The newspapers certainly must have written about what was going on.

For now he had decided to keep his investigation secret from his father and Belle. Best not to let them know until he was certain that he had something.

“Are you certain it is wise to go back dad? Didn’t you bring Belle here for a reason?” he asked. His dad and Belle hadn’t really said why she couldn’t stay at Avonlea anymore… not that he minded… the animatronic was really nice.

“I have no other choice, laddie,” Rum sighed.

“But don’t worry we will be careful. We will be in the guard office and read,” the animatronic mentioned to the stack of books that she had eagerly picked out for tonight.

“Well… that is good, just… be careful alright?” Neal clearly had a worry in his voice.

“We will,” his father informed him. “Reading is all the excitement we will have tonight.”

Neal really didn’t know how that was possible when you would be spending time with an actual living animatronic.

“Alright… but be safe… and if some animatronic… you know… other than Belle, promise you get out of there!” he then insisted.

Rum nodded.

“Yes, we will,” he said, swallowing nervously. It was nothing which could have him stay if that… thing, showed itself. Rum knew he was a coward, but in this instance, he was certain that no one would blame him.

“Alright then…” Neal swallowed as he nodded his head. “You two have a safe night, I will see you in the morning.”

“Tomorrow lad,” Rum nodded as he ushered the animatronic out to his truck. Luckily it was already getting dark, not that there were many who walked past the small house even during the middle of the day.

Most of the time… the street was practically abandoned.

Still with making sure that no one could see her they piled into the car and drove off towards Avonlea.

  Pulling into the parking, quite the large lot with the asphalt cracking and weeds growing up between them. Rum drove slowly, not wanting to hit a pothole, or the like… especially with the added weight of the animatronic seated next to him.

Finally they pulled close to the entrance where a car was already parked. Rum let out a sound of surprise.

“Huh…”

“What is it?” Belle asked curious.

“That is Archie’s car,” he muttered in reply.

“Who is Archie?” she cocked her head towards.

“He works the shift before mine… he usually has gone before me… perhaps he is running late?” Rum didn’t believe this himself. Archie may be a bit of an airhead at times, but he was very eager to get away from the amusement park.

Rum didn’t know Archie well… but he did know that he was scared of the park, but like Rum needed the money. Finding work in a small town isn’t easy after all…

Belle’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“So… is he still here…?” she asked. Rum froze. Archie seemed like a nice guy as far as he knew, but he didn’t knew how he would react to a sentient animatronic. He was rather… skittish.

“I suppose he is…” he glanced around. From where they were parked they could look into the office and there were no one there, but the light was on.

“But he should be in the office… unless something has happened,” Rum swallowed the dread building in his throat.

Belle was completely silent, the soft sound of the mechanical parts inside her.

“Um… you don’t think…” her mechanical voice came without her moving her lips as she stared at her.

Rum froze, gripping his hands on the wheel, his nails digging into the fake leather.

“I do know…” he whispered slowly.

“We have to help him!” Belle was already moving out of the truck, Rum feeling it move.

“Belle wait!” he rushed out the car before he followed her closely, grabbing her arm, glancing over at her. She stopped looking over at him, and Rum didn’t really know what he should say.

“We have to be careful!” he then burst out.

“I know! And we will, but… I… I believe… I believe that he was the reason… for all of this… and we cannot let him do the same thing again!” Belle insisted.

“Belle, you have to be careful! If he is in there…” fear was twisting his stomach making him practically tremble. He hated how scared that he felt. How many times had he been called a coward in the past?

Far to many… but here he didn’t care.

For the longest time Neal had been the only good thing in his life… and he still was the most important to him, but she… she had become so immensely important to him during the time he had known her.

More important than he could imagine.

So loosing her?

What worse dread could there be in this world?

“But your friend!” she insisted, continuing to walk on, pulling him along, hardly noticing the weight of the man she was dragging after her.

“What if he sees you! We do not know if he is going to keep you a secret… and if you are exposed…” Rum tried to get her to stop, but he was not strong enough. Belle turned towards him, blinking her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter if he is in danger! Look… you know him don’t you? Isn’t he a good man?” she then asked.

“I don’t really know him…” Rum hesitated.

“But do you believe that he is a good man?” she repeated. Rum hesitated for a moment.

“Uh… I mean yes… but…” he stuttered nervously.

“Then he will understand, come on!” her metallic hand wrapped around his hand and pulled him into the park. Rum still had a bad feeling in the bit of his stomach… but… if Archie was in danger… then again… what could they do?

He unlocked the door to the office, still feeling his hand tremble slightly. He prayed in his mind that Archie’s things wouldn’t be there… that perhaps his car had broken down and he had gotten another ride home.

But as he opened the door he saw the other guard’s coat, his thermos and his book… but no sign of the guard himself.

Rum took his taser out, feeling himself tremble so much that he struggled to keep his hand steady.

“Alright… let us just… look around…” he swallowed the animatronic nodding her head.

They started to walk into the depths of the park.

  Like always Avonlea was silent as the two walked along the paths, Rum holding the taser tight as he moved his flashlight around.

But there were no sign of the other guard.

“Where could he have gone?” he whispered.

Most of the attractions in the park was boarded up, so it was impossible to get inside them and they seemed so far to be undisturbed. The old theater which was where he had seen the monster animatronic was also silent. No sign of him.

Belle shrugged her metallic shoulders.

“I don’t know,” she whispered back. She kept close to the guard, trying to silence her steps as much as possible on the paved road.

“Archie hates this place,” Rum muttered, shaking his head. “He would never leave the path and would do his rounds as quickly as possible… or so he told me… I have no reason to believe that he was lying about that…”

“If only there was a way that we could contact him…” Belle tried her best to look in the windows of the abandoned attractions. She jolted a bit surprised when the security guard beside her slammed his and against his face and groaned.

“The phone!” he fished up his old flip phone. “Why didn’t I think to call him!”

At times he was marveled by his own stupidity.

“Oh that is a good idea!” the animatronic said as cheery as ever. Rum simply rolled his eyes. It would have been when they had first noticed the abandoned car… still… better late than never he supposed.

He pressed Archie’s number and called.

There were no one picking up. However they could hear a faint chime not far off.

“I hear something!” Belle tugged at Rum. “It is over there, by the Haunted house!”

Rum had never explained the buildings in the park and he was surprised that she knew the term… but she was correct.

The sound was coming from the haunted house… and he didn’t like it one bit. Still there weren’t really much that he could do, as he found himself pulled along by Belle.

The haunted house of Avonlea was a massive mansion of a building, clearly inspired by Old Hollywood horror movies. It had been boarded up for as long as Rum had worked there… and probably far longer than that.

However this night was different… this night the door was opened the sound of a ring tone coming from inside along with a very terrified whimper.

Something else were also moving inside… something large… heavy… metallic.

Rum was absolutely frozen in terror.

“That must be Archie!” Belle exclaimed and without concern rushed inside.

“BELLE!” the cry coming from the security guard betrayed the terror which came from the man as he ran after her into the haunted house.

There just beyond the hall laid Archie clutching his bleeding arm, looking frozen with fear into the distance, the phone was continuing to ring, but this went totally ignored by the terrified man. he didn’t even seem to notice them coming in.

Not daring at all to look away from whatever was terrifying him in the dark.

“Mr. Hopper! Archie!” Rum was the one to rush over to him, Belle standing a bit back, not wanting to scare the man more than he already was. When the security guard put his hand on him, Archie was able to pull his eyes away from whatever terrified him.

“Gold! We have to get out! It is here! There is more! The animatronics! They are STILL HERE! THEY ARE ALIVE!”

Rum swallowed.

“Calm down… we will get you out alright… alright?” he attempted to calm the guard down, so they could get to safety. However… explaining Belle would be hard… but he could not think about that right now.

Archie then let out a terrified sound as he clung to Rum.

That was when he heard it.

Very heavy steps moving closer to their position, and then he saw it. Yellow glowing eyes from the darkness… but this thing was much larger than the Rumplestiltskin animatronic. Closing in further he saw it looked like a big bipedal animatronic wolf. A werewolf.

He was frozen in fear when he saw Belle walk over, but she actually seemed excited to see this monster, waving her hand towards it.

“Hello Ruby!” she smiled happily. The large werewolf lifted its clawed hand and waved back excitedly.

“Hi Belle!”

[sand-rose]

Right back at you for all the ocs! I especially love the name apocothea (I think I spelled it right?) Its super cool!!

Thank you so much!! :) Sorry this took awhile to answer, I’ve been busy with work and other stuff. But here they are! I was actually in the process of redesigning my OCs when I saw the post (thanks to Sims inspiration and wanting to update how I draw them), so it was perfect timing! I don’t have the drawings done yet but maybe soon…

Full Name: Pandora

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Pansexual (yes, punny, but also serious)

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: my Balanced Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, August 10

Guilty Pleasures: She loves taking bubble baths. Bring on the bath bombs and fragrant soaps, and the (pink) rubber ducky is a must! She also loves stuffed animals (especially pandas). And it surprises a lot of people, but she’s also an avid fan of anime/manga and video games.

Phobias: Accidentally losing one of her earrings, which keep her balanced. She’s particularly afraid of what she might do if this happens, because she loses control of herself and becomes truly evil. A past experience in regards to this also makes her uncomfortable around sheep. (Even toys or drawings of sheep. She will get a flashback and start sobbing, apologizing to the ‘poor sheepies’ until they’re out of sight.)

What They Would Be Famous For: Probably owning the only fashion-themed amusement park in the Ego World, or her fashion designs.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Being a public nuisance, like getting too hyper and making too much noise. Because honestly, if someone told her to shut up she would only get louder to spite them. She’s not afraid to get in a fight though, so maybe that too… Maybe for throwing a heel at someone. lol

OC You Ship Them With: Reim. He’s much calmer than her, but loves her crazy antics.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: It. He gets along with Pan better than Aurora, but he can only take so much of her 'hyper hyper happy happy joy joy’ personality.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: romance and rom-coms. The blossoming love between two people! The heartbreaking 'is this it?’ fights! The oblivious misunderstandings! Burnt dinners! The hand holding, the hugs, the kisses…! (You get it.)  

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: When everything turns out to be a dream. Her Host loves this cliche. She hates it because 'what was the point of it all if it never really happened?!’

Talents and/or Powers: She’s a talented fashion designer. She likes to draw, like her Host, but when she became interested in clothes when she was younger she was frustrated that she couldn’t wear the clothes she drew. So she learned how to sew and began making her own clothes. She’s also very imaginative and ambitious.

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s fun to be around, always a bouncing ball of energy! She likes pretty things, and considers everyone around her to be pretty in their own way. She’s the person who will convince you to try that new thing, or who will say 'Let’s go somewhere, my treat!’ when she sees you need cheering up. She’s also ready to kick ass if anyone dares hurt her friends or loved ones.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s so hyper… Some people might find her hyperness endearing, but some people find it exhausting. She’s also had people judge her before based on her girly-ness, interest in fashion, and how she looks like a typical anime girl, but she doesn’t let it bother her.  

How They Change: She hasn’t changed all that much since I first created her back in middle school. She’s grown a lot more mature emotionally, I think, and she’s more careful about other people’s feelings.

Why You Love Them: She was the last of my Egos to be created, and she’s probably the best representation of who I wish I was. She’s daring, outspoken, bubbly, made a career for herself doing something she loves… I love her because even though that’s not me and probably never will be me, I still like to think that she’s cheering me on. “Don’t be afraid! You can do it!” lol  

Full Name: It

Gender & Sexuality: Male, not sure (he’s never given it much thought)

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: my Alter Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, October 31

Guilty Pleasures: He has a collection of weird t-shirts that he’s both bought and designed himself. He also has a collection of light sabers that he may or may not have bought off the Ego World’s black market that trades in Other World (Worlds of Licensed Series) objects…

Phobias: Becoming a soft goody two-shoes like Aurora… Gag.

What They Would Be Famous For: Nothing. He’s too lazy to really stand out much. And he’s fine with that.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Disrupting the peace. He’s got a temper, and when it flares he’s liable to kick/hit any object unlucky enough to be in his way. Be it a trash can, car, mailbox… He’s broken his toes for kicking a brick wall before. He’s also got problems with authority figures since he doesn’t like being told what to do, so if the police show up it would just escalate the situation. There was also the time he bombed Aurora’s house, but that was years ago, when he was jealous he wasn’t my only Ego anymore. He was a lot more evil back then, and Aurora (being the kind soul she is and understanding how he felt) didn’t press charges.

OC You Ship Them With: Apocothea. She keeps him in check and doesn’t put up with his crap, yet somehow sees the… best… in him…?

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Pandora. She gets fed up with his gloomy outlook on life and gets cranky when he gives her attitude. They get into lots of arguments over nothing, especially with their quick tempers.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Horror/Suspense. He likes movies with lots of jumpscares, gore, and freaky nightmarish scenarios. They get his blood pumping and while he’s not that evil enough to enjoy people getting hurt, he likes to think about what he would do if he was trapped in that house trying to escape the serial killer. And of course, though he’s not a clown or even named after said clown, he likes Stephen King novels.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: It was love at first sight. He doesn’t believe in it, and if he sees that cliche he skips a few minutes past it or turns a few pages ahead, hopefully to a less mushy scene.

Talents and/or Powers: He’s great at video games. He actually earns money by playing video games for people who get stuck on them. They send him the game, he plays past the part they got stuck on to the next save, he sends it back. He’s been debating lately if he should start livestreaming, but his laziness in acquiring the equipment and setting up a room for it is currently holding him back.

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s… It. lol He’s an Alter Ego who by all means should be trying to take over the world and plotting evil deeds, but either due to his laziness or from the influence of those closest to him, he just isn’t that into it. He’s just a cranky man that loves to kick over trash cans in my Sims game. lol

Why Someone Might Hate Them: He rubs a lot of people the wrong way, and with good reason. He’s not very social not because he’s shy but because he hates people in general. He comes off as rude when you first meet him, and he likes to glare for no reason. (He probably thinks it makes him look tough.) Honestly it’s a wonder people like him.

How They Change: He’s changed quite a bit since I first created him in middle school! He’s probably the most changed of all my OCs. At first he started out as a wolf demon, but after a few weeks he became my Alter Ego in a human form and stayed that way. He still has fangs, they’re just smaller. They serve no purpose, he just looks good with them! He’s also not as evil as he used to be, but like I said, I like to think that Pan and Aurora are a good influence on him.

Why You Love Them: He was my very first Ego! Way back in 6th grade I used to write and draw my own stories and share them with friends, and he got a pretty good response from them and they wanted to hear more about him. I wrote conversations between me (the Host) and him during free time in class and my friends loved reading them, and it kind of took off from there. Aurora was created next, then Pandora, and even though they were fictional characters I’d made up they started to feel like a second family to me. And they still do! lol

Full Name: Aurora

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Straight

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: my Good Ego

Birthplace & Birthdate: my mind, February 23

Guilty Pleasures: She likes knitting and has so much yarn she doesn’t know what to do with it. She spoils her cat Cupcake with so many toys she doesn’t know what to do with them all. She has so many recipe books she doesn’t know what to do with them all. She’s actually a very neat person though, so another guilty pleasure would probably be cleaning. lol

Phobias: Heights, needles, and spiders (like her Host). I feel bad she shares my phobias. (Sorry, Aurora!) She’s also afraid of sharks, ever since she watched Jaws years ago and had nightmares for a week about them. She knows it's not good to be afraid of sharks and they get a bad rep, so she's trying to overcome that fear.

What They Would Be Famous For: Her cookies! She owns a bakery and while her cakes, brownies, and cupcakes are delicious, it’s her cookies that rake in the most dough. (Ha.) Every customer has their favorite, but hers is her creamy peanut butter cookies. They’re so soft and chewy, and she sprinkles peanut bits in so there’s a little crunch too!

What They Would Get Arrested For: The day Aurora gets arrested for anything is the day the world ends. She’s too pure, too innocent, to do anything resulting in arrest. She apologizes to insects when she has to capture them before setting them free! She gives away too many free samples at her bakery! She cries when she accidentally forgets to water a plant and it dies! If she ever gets arrested for anything, Pan and It may legit seek revenge to restore her honor…

OC You Ship Them With: Marcus. He’s sweet, she’s sweet! Their relationship might be normal and therefore a little boring to some people, but they love each other and are happy just to be together. They’re like an old married couple. lol

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Not a single soul. Not even It. (Anymore.) She’s too kind for this world. An angel!

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Generally anything except horror and war movies. She gets too nervous and scared watching horror, and gets too emotional watching battles with people fighting and dying. She tends to like comedies the most though, since they’re usually upbeat and make her laugh. She’s also a sucker for heartwarming stories. Those Chicken Soup for the Soul books? She’s probably got the whole collection, regardless of the intended audience.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: 'I had to do it. I had to kill them.’ She refuses to believe that killing is the only option no matter how dire a situation might be and will visibly get upset when she comes across this cliche. When she gets upset her face reddens and her lip wobbles, and if Marcus or Pan is with her she might rant to them about all the other options the protagonist had.

Talents and/or Powers: She is excellent at cooking, but baking is her specialty! If she’s mastered a recipe, she’ll master it again until it’s even better. And if she finds a new recipe, she will pull an all-nighter until she’s perfected it.

Why Someone Might Love Them: She’s such a sweetheart, bless her. She’s what the world needs more of: just honestly pure, good people. She’s the person who if she came across someone in need, she would give them everything she had. If you’re feeling down, she’ll do all she can to make you happy again. She’s definitely the mom friend.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Some might consider her too good. Like It. He gets annoyed when she does things out of the kindness of her heart for no reason. He just doesn’t understand how someone can be that selfless. He thinks of her as a crybaby and she worries a lot, so that irritates him too. And others might be suspicious of her at first, wondering what she’s hiding or what she wants. But once people get to know her, they adore her and look to her for advice if they need help. Or just want free food. lol

How They Change: She’s probably the one who has changed the least. She’s always been the angel on my shoulder, the do-gooder. Someone has to keep the peace with the other two Egos around, after all.

Why You Love Them: Aurora is the one who resembles me the most, both in terms of looks and personality. There are some differences, though. She’s not shy, just quiet and reserved. She’s more comfortable with confrontations than I am, especially if it’s a matter of right vs wrong. I don’t have a problem with horror and war stuff. I wish I knew how to cook/bake. And I don’t think I could ever be as selfless as her. Basically, she’s a goody goody two-shoes, like It says. But it’s not a bad thing!

Full Name: Reim

Gender & Sexuality: Male, Bisexual

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically the city Venia), April 14

Guilty Pleasures: talking to his plants, liking movies that everyone else hates, singing in the shower, and he also enjoys the occasional bubble bath (thanks to Pan convincing him he was missing out on life if he didn’t take one now and then) (she was right)

Phobias: Moths. When he was little a big one got caught in his hair and he accidentally smashed it trying to get it out. It was messy and gross.

What They Would Be Famous For: Hopefully for his paintings! He does all kinds of paintings, and has even had a few displayed in art shows. He likes doing landscape art the best, because he loves plants and nature.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Not that he’s looking to get arrested, but he’s secretly always wanted to experiment with graffiti…

OC You Ship Them With: Pandora. Just when he thinks he knows her, she surprises him and he loves it! She makes him see how exciting and fun life is, and she’s always encouraging him with his latest art project and boasting about his paintings to her friends.

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Probably It. It and Reim don’t see eye to eye a lot… Reim’s pretty optimistic, and that clashes with It’s pessimism. They don’t exactly hate each other, but they get on each other’s nerves. “You threw off my groove!” “Fuck your groove!” Yatta yatta…

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He loves animated movies. As an artist, he really appreciates them and considers them art, so he’s constantly rewinding scenes because he was focusing on the style or shading instead of what was going on. As for books, he likes fantasy. He likes escaping to another world, and fantasy can be anything and everything, just like a painting.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Not really a typical cliche but… He really hates noir style stuff. Noir movies annoy him to no end because there’s no color and he wishes he could restore the color so bad. He needs color! And when people talk noir style, with the witty and flirtatious old-fashioned banter. It’s just so cheesy to him… This extends to books as well. He prefers deep conversations between characters rather than quick one-liners.

Talents and/or Powers: He’s an artist, so he’s well-rounded in a variety of mediums. Painting, drawing, sculptures, photography… He enjoys painting the most though!

Why Someone Might Love Them: He’s a down-to-earth guy that has his goals set and has a plan to achieve them. He knows what he wants in life and he also knows not to get his hopes up. He does hope his dreams come true, but if not he’s got plenty of back up plans. He’s just a nice guy in general, always ready to lift the mood with a joke or a grin.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: For people like It, optimistic people can be annoying. No matter the situation, Reim looks on the bright side of things and his pleasant attitude and charming smile can make It angry. Because life sucks, and It knows it, but apparently Reim doesn’t. Reim’s not optimistic all the time, however, and he does have days where he’s a little moody or depressed, but he tends to keep to himself those days (so of course It doesn’t know that).

How They Change: Reim started out as a painting I did my senior year, so I thought it fitting to give him the painter career in my Sims game. Until that point I didn’t know much about him but watching him interact with my other characters has helped me flesh out what kind of person he is. He looked more emo and brooding in the painting, but in Sims he’s a cheerful guy who enjoys life, so I like that change in him.

Why You Love Them: He’s the character I didn’t know was going to be created. But I’m glad I did that painting of him years ago! Before I made him in Sims, I wanted to do more with his character and knew I wanted him with Pandora, but that was about it. Originally Pan was with someone else from an Other World, and for reasons it didn’t work out, but I think she and Reim are a perfect match. They balance each other out.

Full Name: Apocothea

Gender & Sexuality: Female, Demisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically outside the town Abraxxus), November 2

Guilty Pleasures: Obsessed with Itachi from Naruto, so she has a collection of Itachi merchandise that shouldn’t even exist (her father knows people). She loves anime/manga and video games, and rock/heavy metal music. She also enjoys fan fiction (smut included, but she is picky about it).  

Phobias: This woman has no fear. You should be the one afraid.

What They Would Be Famous For: Not exactly famous, but her old classmates still remember the day the teacher was late and Apocothea calmly walked up to the front of the class and announced the teacher had been in a horrible accident and she was in charge now. She spoke with such authority that no one questioned her, and she proceeded to pass out copies of the 'worst fan fiction she had ever read’ for them to read and critique. It turned out that the teacher had been in a car accident (from speeding), and when the principal delivered the news everyone turned to her in fear. Of course she hadn’t really known… She just saw an opportunity and took it. She needed beta readers for her first fic, after all.

What They Would Get Arrested For: She’s too clever to get herself arrested. Anyone who leaves fingerprints and DNA samples is a Class-A moron. But if she did get arrested, somehow, it would probably be for making the police officer feel like an idiot. Or she would just ignore them and do the opposite of what they ordered her to do out of pure spite. Challenging authority and whatnot.

OC You Ship Them With: It. She wins all the arguments, basically, but they’re stupid arguments to begin with. They bicker back and forth, but it’s from love(?). I don’t know… Their relationship is kind of hard to explain. lol There’s not a lot of typical romance between them, but they do have their moments that say 'Yeah, they’re a couple alright!’

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: Nobody’s brave enough to even try murdering her. She’d murder them first.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Like It, she enjoys horror. Except where he’s the guy to think 'what would I do if I was trapped in a house with a serial killer?’, she’s the girl who thinks, 'If I was the serial killer, I’d go after them this way… That guy’s an asshole, anyway.’ She also likes murder mystery novels, but she’s always disappointed when she figures out who the killer is halfway through the book.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: 'The chosen one will save us!’ She doesn’t buy into the whole 'only this person can do it’ trope. Really? Only that person? But he’s an idiot. What if he dies? Then what? Guess the world ends.

Talents and/or Powers: I guess you could say her skill at Guitar Hero is a talent. She’s undefeated with all the Guitar Hero games (every mode, even expert). Other than that, she’s very talented at pretty much anything and everything, but especially at making people feel uncomfortable and fragile in her presence.

Why Someone Might Love Them: If you can get past her intimidating exterior, she’s a pretty cool gal. She’s kind of like Hana-chan from Fruits Basket… The things she says can come off as strange and threatening, but if you become her friend she would quite literally kill for you. She also has a younger sister named Analyse, and you can definitely tell they’re sisters from the way they look and talk.

Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s very blunt, and if she doesn’t like you she won’t hold back on insults. Lots of people get offended when she does this, but that’s kind of the point. She can also be crafty in the way she talks to people, so sometimes they’re really not sure if she’s insulting them or complimenting them.  

How They Change: She’s changed just a little since I created her. Her relationship with It before was very one-sided, and she liked toying with him. She still likes to, actually, but it’s more affectionate now. She’s always been confident and in charge, but I think being with It has taught her that a relationship requires more teamwork and less blackmail.

Why You Love Them: Again, she’s one of those characters that displays traits I wish I had. She’s not afraid to be assertive, she loves herself for who she is, and doesn’t give a damn what other people think of her. And she gives off this vibe, like you really don’t want to trust that smile she’s wearing. Her calm but menacing demeanor really compliments It’s personality too, I think. He’s fire, she’s ice!

Full Name: Marcus

Gender & Sexuality: Male, Straight

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: Ego Entity

Birthplace & Birthdate: Ego World (specifically a suburban area named Hannen), March 27

Guilty Pleasures: watching YouTube/EgoTube videos, memes, taking internet quizzes… And surprising Aurora on a regular basis with flowers and chocolate like the romantic sap he is!

Phobias: Puking and cuts on the skin. When he’s sick he gets very agitated and nervous and will refuse to eat solid food in case he can’t keep it down. (Soup and water only, basically.) With cuts, it’s not the blood he fears but the sensation of skin splitting. It stems from when he was a teenager and got a deep cut on his knee. Little nicks while shaving are no biggie, but papercuts make him lightheaded and make his skin crawl.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s a very relaxed guy who honestly doesn’t stand out much, but his friends know him as the tech guy. Computer or game console acting up? Marcus knows how to fix it. TV or phone bugging out? Call Marcus, he’s your guy.

What They Would Get Arrested For: Like Aurora, he would never get arrested for anything. He’s too nice to do anything like property damage or fighting, and he’s never gotten a ticket for anything in his life.

OC You Ship Them With: Aurora. They’re so precious together, too good, too sweet! They dote on each other and probably unintentionally make other couples jealous. lol

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: It. Another goody goody two-shoes frustrates him even more than one. The only thing It appreciates about Marcus is that he’s not above using swear words (unlike Aurora). And maybe the fact that he’s willing to fix It’s laptop and game systems for free.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: He really likes documentaries and informational books. He’s always interested in learning something new, and he’d much rather watch an hour-long documentary on EBS than watch the newest hit movie. He was the kid in school who always read the assigned Literature, Real World History & Ego World History, and Science books for fun.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: He doesn’t like when a side character you grew attached to suddenly dies. They make you care about them, only to kill them off! What the hell?

Talents and/or Powers: Talented with fixing all things tech. He does claim it’s his superpower! lol

Why Someone Might Love Them: When you find a genuinely nice guy who cares a lot about you, you struck gold! Aurora loves his soft, sensitive side when he’s alone with her and also loves his corny jokes. People in general like how laid back he is, as he’s very patient and knows everybody makes mistakes. He’s the guy who will walk an old lady across the street if she needs help, the guy who literally climbed a tree to get a cat out of it (sneaky little Cupcake!). Nice guys do exist, and he’s one of the best!

Why Someone Might Hate Them: Again… There’s people like It. They get annoyed with the whole 'nice guy act’, especially once they learn it’s not an act at all but just how he is. They might get jealous when they see how much other people like him, but more often than not they come around, especially after he helps them with something and expects nothing in return.

How They Change: His character hasn’t changed much, either. He’s thoughtful, kind, cheerful… He’s popular with everyone he hangs out with, because he gets along with pretty much everyone. He’s polite, open to new things and opinions, and though he admits he might be a little boring to be around he also doesn’t mind. Such a great guy!

Why You Love Them: He and Aurora are a pair of cinnamon rolls, too sweet, too pure for this world! Even though I created him long before I met Alex, he reminds me of him. lol Marcus is the perfect example for how you should treat your loved ones, and anyone you meet, really. He’s like the Mr. Rogers of the gang, I guess you could say. He just wants everybody to respect each other and be kind to themselves and others.

Sorry if this got super long, I just really love these characters. lol Also! When I was reading your OC post I found it really cool that some of our characters have birthdays either on the same day or really close, that made me smile! :D

Thanks so much for the ask again!!

[areiton]

Baby Alpha

READ ON AO3

The first time Peter sees the baby Alpha, he’s at the park with Derek and Laura, Cora resting on his hip.

The little boy is in the sandbox, chattering as he plays with a bright eyed Alpha, which is strange, in and of itself.

Alphas don’t play together. Not even ones as young as they are.

He loses track of them when Cora starts crying, and Laura shoves Derek off the slide. He hates Talia for saddling him with the children. Omega or not, they’re hardly his responsibility and he’s not cut out to be taking care of small children.

Still, he calms Derek with a sucker, scolds Laura who huffs and flashes her eyes at him, gives Cora a bottle.

When he’s finally able to breath, and glance around, he’s startled to see the baby Alpha standing next to him. His expression is intent.

“Hello, there,” Peter says, smiling at him. His little playmate has disappeared and the baby Alpha climbs up next to him, sitting quietly next to him as Peter rocks Cora to sleep.

“She’s pretty,” he says, finally, and Peter nods. Smiles down at the baby in his arms.

“I think so.”

“You like pretty?” he asks, and Peter blinks, startled.

“Yes, I suppose I do.”

The little boy flashes a blinding smile, and wiggles down, darting across the playground while Peter watches, bemused.

He comes back a few moments later, clutching a ragged clump of wildflowers, and shyly holds them out. “For you. ‘Cause they’re pretty.”

Peter hides his smile in the flowers that he takes carefully and his eyes are bright, taking in the baby Alpha’s delighted preening as he says, “Thank you, Alpha.”

~*~

The baby Alpha is named Stiles Stilinski, the only child of the sheriff, something Peter doesn’t pay much attention to. He sees the boy and his mother around town, on occasion, and he’s aware that the Alpha stares at him, eyes bright and assessing. Talia teases him, but Peter brushes it aside.

His baby Alpha is sweet, but no one puts any stock in children playing to their dynamics. It doesn’t mean anything, when Stiles brings him a smushed cupcake on his sixth birthday.

It doesn’t mean anything when he makes Peter a blanket when he’s eight.

It doesn’t mean anything, when he gives Peter his popsicle at the fourth of July fireworks when he’s ten.

None of the countless gifts of flowers and toys and food and clothing mean anything.

~*~

Stiles  is twelve when the gifts change. He’s befriended Derek,  and he’s spending more and more time in the Hale house. It’s amusing because now, there is no production to it. Stiles will slip in and rub his fingers over Peter’s shoulder before dropping his offering into Peter’s hand, before he’s trotting off to find Derek.

But the sweaty gummy worms, melting peanut butter cups, and jars of fireflies are being replaced now. The first time Peter looks up to smile at his baby Alpha and sees a book, he almost stops breathing.

The little shit knows too, his grin going wide and pleased, and his knuckles bumping over Peter’s cheek before he darts away.

The book is followed by a pair of movie tickets, a volume of poetry, a sandwich of tender roast beef and perfectly sauteed onion that Peter makes truly pornographic noises over. There is a watch, and a painting, small and lovely that Peter knows Claudia did, before her death, and it’s that--

It’s the painting that makes him begin to wonder if the baby Alpha’s offerings don’t mean something after all.

~*~

The thing is--Peter is not a normal Omega.

He’s courted, of course, all Omegas are. Deucalion comes around every year, like clockwork, and other Alphas drop by, with their extravagant presents and leering smiles and promises of a good life and plenty of pups.

For a while, Peter had worried that Talia would force him into a marriage he didn’t want, but she never had.

Who and when Peter took an Alpha, would be Peter’s choice.

It wasn’t just that he was an unbound Omega in his late twenties. It was that he hadn’t had a heat in over six years. It was that in six years he hadn’t that. Hadn’t wanted an Alpha to fill him and care for him during his heats. He hadn’t craved the sweet kisses and deep voice coaxing him to eat and the thick fullness of a knot in six years.

Sometimes, he thinks he’s broken.

He thinks he has to be, because Deuc smiles at him, all warm promises and Ennis kisses him and presses thick and hard against him and Kali runs proprietary hands over his shoulder, and he wants to shudder away from it, away from them.

He hates their touches, and hates even more the way he wishes he didn’t hate it.

~*~

“Does Stiles give you gifts?”

Derek looks at him, his eyes wide and appalled. “No,” he says, scandalized. “Why the hell would he?”

Peter stares at his nephew. “Because,” he says, carefully. “You are his best friend, and--so far as I can tell--the only fucking Omega he’s friends with.”

Derek rolls his eyes in the way that only fifteen year old Omega’s could, all sass and impunity. “Just because he’s an Alpha and I’m an Omega, doesn’t mean he wants to knot me, Uncle. God, I thought you knew him.”

Derek stalks away, muttering to himself, and Peter falls back into the couch.

He thought so too. But then, his baby Alpha had been startling him since that day in the park.

~*~

Peter doesn’t let people in his apartment very often.

As Cora steps in behind him, she whistles, and he stiffens, remembering why he doesn’t.

“Damn, Uncle, did you let Stiles move in?”

He glances around. “Stiles hasn’t been here.”

She gives him a curious look, and then slow knowledge slips across her face as she looks around.

“Oh, Peter,” she murmurs.

~*~

When Stiles is seventeen, he struts into Peter’s office with dinner, and Peter’s head snaps up, tracking the Alpha’s movements.

He smells...different.

Musky and sharp and mouth-wateringly good. Peter whines a little and Stiles freezes.

“Peter?” he murmurs, voice pitched low and curious and Peter blinks, shakes himself out of it, and forces a smile.

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

Stiles nods, and watches him as he settles across from the Omega, laying the food out and waiting patiently until Peter begins eating.

They don’t talk, but then they don’t usually talk, when Stiles brings him food, something he started doing when he was fourteen and realized how close Peter’s office was to the sheriff’s station.

It’s nice, Stiles’ presence soothing and calming. Sometimes, he stays and works on his homework after they eat, slipping out as night begins to fall. But most days, it’s just eating together before he darts away and Peter is left to finish his work day.

Today, Stiles lingers, sprawls across Peter’s couch and reads until he falls asleep there. He’s distracting, with his heavy scent and deep breathing and the deceptively soft curve of his lips, the lingering baby fat on his cheeks.

Peter’s gaze slowly tracks down, down, down over his sleeping form, and snags on his crotch.

He’s an Alpha, and he’s big, even sleeping and soft, and Peter’s mouth waters, a little, thinking about it.

He almost falls out of his chair as he jerks back, so startled that he curses and trips over his feet, and rouses Stiles.

What the fuck.

“Shit,” the Alpha groans, dragging himself upright. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He smiles sheepishly at Peter and the Omega licks his lips.

“It’s fine, sweetheart.”

Stiles smiles at that, the way he always does, when Peter uses the endearment. He stands and stretches, his shirt riding up to expose a thin line of his belly and Peter bites his lip to keep from whining. Then he’s brushing a hand over Peter’s shoulder, and walking backwards. “See you later, Peter.”

He’s gone before Peter can respond, or even figure out what the hell he’d say, and he almost collapses into his chair, the scent of his baby Alpha washing over him, and the undeniable urge to beg for Stiles’ knot still pressing against his teeth.

What the actual fuck.

~*~

That night, Peter comes with three fingers shoved inside his wet hole, and Stiles’ name on his lips and aches with an emptiness he can’t fucking fill.

~*~

The scent doesn’t go away. It gets thicker sometimes, and Peter bristles, when Stiles comes to the Hale house smelling like Omegas he doesn’t know. He wants to rub against Stiles, wants to cover him in his scent and bite his neck, claim him so every bitchy Omega knows he’s taken.

And that--that right there is fucking insane.

Stiles is a sweet kid, his baby Alpha who has been peppering Peter with gifts and affection since before he knew what the hell it meant.

But it doesn’t mean anything. It sure as hell doesn’t mean Stiles is his to claim.

It’s depressing as hell, and he spends a few miserable nights curled on his couch, wrapped up in the fluffy blanket Stiles made him when he was twelve, eating ice cream and hating the Omega who would be Stiles’ mate.

He hoped like hell they were worthy of his baby Alpha.

~*~

Stiles is eighteen when the gifts change.

There are still books, but now--

Peter almost swallows his tongue when he opens a silver wrapped box that smells deliciously like Stiles and finds a red leather copy of the Kama Sutra.

A week later, it’s a anal plug with a fox tail which--Peter laughs and wonders if this is something he should take seriously, or if Stiles is being a little shit.

They don’t talk about the gifts, when Stiles brings him food. Stiles chatters about graduation and school and the Alpha courting Derek--he likes Braeden, but after Kate and Jennifer, both of them are wary of anyone interested in Derek, and Stiles is an overprotective Alpha to his very core--and leaves with a quiet brush against Peter’s shoulder. Sometimes--most times--he leaves a cluster of flowers, a coffee or small framed picture, but never mentions the silky lube, or black lace panties, or slim dildo, or even the vibrating plug that Peter wears when he knows Stiles will be by.

Stiles isn’t playing anymore, and yet it still feels like a game, and the disparity in the gifts--the sweetness balanced against the blatantly erotic, is making his head spin.

The day Stiles leaves a snapshot of fireflies in the Preserve, Peter realizes the truth.

~*~

<Peter> my heat is coming next week.

<baby A> what

<baby A> peter, what??

<baby A> answer me!

<baby A> fuck you so much, Peter, i’m coming over.

~*~

Stiles doesn’t knock, he batters at the door, and Peter exhales as he opens it.

His baby Alpha has never been to his apartment, never asked where it was, but it’s not surprising that he knows.

Stiles knows everything about Peter--favorite food, favorite movie, prefered lubricant, the kind of chocolate he eats when he’s sad and the fluffy socks he adores but only when he’s reading. He knows when Peter’s sick and when he’s angry, and when he’s so overworked and tired he’s going to be sick and angry.

He’s been caring for the Omega for longer than Peter ever realized, and it’s not surprising, not even a little surprising, that Stiles is here, without ever asking where he should be going.

“You don’t get heats,” Stiles says, urgently, pressing pass when Peter lets him in.

“I haven’t, not for years,” Peter agrees, and his voice is shaky.

It feels surreal, having Stiles here.

“Then what the hell--”

“You’re going into rut soon,” Peter says, cutting him off.

Stiles goes still, staring at him. Peter licks his lips. “Why--why have you always given me gifts? Fed me, provided for me? Why?”

“Because you’re mine,” Stiles says, simply, with the quiet assurance he’s always had when he’s talking to Peter.

Like this is set in stone, an irrefutable fact.

“You were never playing,” Peter murmurs and Stiles’ eyes go wide.

“You thought I was?”

“Most Alphas do!” Peter insists and Stiles snorts.

And looks around, like he has to look away from Peter.

His eyes go wide, when he sees the snapshots clustered on the wall, the tiny painting under the larger one he gave Peter when he was sixteen. The jars on the bookshelf, and the seemingly endless clusters of dried flowers.

The mountains of books and movies and rocks of all fucking things--the three months when he was seven and brought Peter rocks every damn day was a hard phase to get through--and he looks at Peter, his mouth open and eyes shining. “You--you kept them. My courting gifts.”

Peter nods, looking at twelve years of gifts that fill up the life he’s built, and thinks how it was never strange, keeping them.

How odd and wrong it felt, when he considered keeping any of Deuc’s or Kali’s gifts.

“Of course I did,” Peter whispers and Stiles crowds into his space, hands gentle as he presses him against the door.

“Why are you going into heat, Peter?” he demands, breathless.

“Because my alpha is finally going into rut,” he answers, and Stiles groans, kissing him hard and desperate, and Peter whines into it, melts under it, clinging to his baby Alpha and kissing him back.

~*~

When his heat hits, Peter is a panting mess, and Stiles licks down his body, spreads him open and licks the slick dripping down his thicks, up and into him while Peter curses and thrashes.

When he fills the Omega, Peter screams and comes, cock hard and dribbling against the sheet.

“More,” he begs, and Stiles smiles against his shoulder. Peter bites at the wrist braced across his chest. “Stiles, more!”

His Alpha gives him more, fucks him open until the Omega is sobbing with it, until he’s shoving back mindless for the knot he’s suddenly desperate for, and Stiles give it to him, shoves in and shouts, biting at Peter’s exposed neck, tieing them as he comes, shuddering and shaking through an endless orgasm.

“Mine,” he slurs, licking at Peter’s throat. “My Omega.”

Peter sighs, and nods. Smiles into the pillow, and says, soft and happy, “My baby Alpha.

[1rosex]

BTS reaction to finding out they’re going to be a dad

Can I request a scenario of the guys find out that they are going to be dads?Please! I also love your work never stop writing❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Masterlist

A/N

I would just like to say that children and pregnancy are a serious topic, but this is fanfiction and my own opinion, so please dont take it too serious :(

Jin

You were definitely pregnant. And you were worried. After taking so many tests, you had finally confirmed your suspicions of being a mother. You knew that Jin had to know as soon as possible, he was the father and he had every right to know first. But you were worried, Jin’s career was important. He loved you and you knew that, but he was also busy and this would not be easy news for him. He would be home the next morning, and that’s when you would tell him.

That morning, Jin was seated at the kitchen table with his ankles crossed, reading a book. He wanted to prepare your breakfast, but you kept insisting that you would cook for him this morning. After a lot of his whining, You had finally managed to get him to accept.

Jin hummed to himself as he turned the page while you were nervously planning the surprise behind him, checking over your shoulder occasionally to assure he wasn’t looking. You finished cooking an omelette and turned to face him, taking a deep breath and clutching the sides of the plate. It was now or never.

You silently came up behind him and slid the plate onto the table. Jin blinked in surprise and closed the book that he was reading, setting it aside.

“Ya it smells so good Y/N.. Oh. What’s this?” Jin picked up the piece of paper you had set down besides the omelette and read it out loud.

“We’re eggspecting.”

You watched his face, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his eyes scanning over it again and again. Then the realization hit him. Jin’s eyebrows lifted, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He turned to look at you.

“Are you serious?” He asked, seeming absolutely shocked. You nervously figeted with your hands and nodded. For a few more moments, Jin just stared at the piece of paper on his hands. Then his eyes started to brim with tears as he jumped to his feet, pushing his chair back and pulling you into a tight hug. Tears started to run down his cheeks as he buried his head in your neck, all your fears forgotten.

“Oh my god. I cant believe it. I’m going to be a father.”

Namjoon

“You’re going to be a dad.”

That’s what you had written on the slip of paper. You taped it down on the table where Namjoon always sat to eat, and then you placed a plate on top of it big enough to conceal it. On top of that plate was one of the swirled blue and pink cupcakes that you had made, since you were unaware of the child’s gender still. A child. You couldn’t believe you were actually going to have a child.

You jumped when Namjoon called out your name, you heart swelling with both excitement and fear.

“Hey Joon. I made cupcakes.” You smiled casually as you grabbed a cupcake and sat across from his spot. Namjoon brushed his hair back with his hand as he walked into the kitchen. “Thanks babe.. But I’m not really hungry.” He said while moving towards the sink.

“But Joon.” You frowned, your heart sinking as you watched him fill a glass cup with water. “Please.. Just one bite. I worked hard on them.”

Namjoon heard the sadness in your tone and turned to look at you, then looked at the plate. He smiled slightly, and took a seat across from you as your face lit up again.

“Fine.” He took a big bite from it and you laughed as he got frosting all over his top lip.

“Move the plate.”

“What?”

“Move the plate.” You repeated, biting your lip in anticipation. Namjoons chewing slowed as he cautiously slid the plate out of the way. His eyebrows knitted together as he read the paper, and then he leapt out of his seat so fast he knocked the chair back. He looked up at you in shock, and you only laughed harder at how silly he looked with the frosting on his face. Namjoon swallowed nervously.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked, his eyes still as wide as dinner plates. You nodded shyly, suddenly growing nervous when he remained quiet. Was he not happy? Maybe this wasn’t good news for him. He was so busy and stressed as it is. But then you saw Namjoon grin, covering his mouth as his eyes began to shimmer with forming tears. You got up as he ran to your side and pulled you into a hug, covering you in kisses and getting frosting all over your face in the process.

“I’m so happy Y/N. You have no idea. I’m going to be the best dad ever, I promise I’ll try my best not to break everything.”

Yoongi

You were in the studio, sharing a rare but beautiful moment with Yoongi. The moments when you saw him relax, and you too were calmed just by his presence. The kind of moment where you two could just forget about everything, to laugh and smile and remember just why you two were together. But you weren’t worry free. You were looking for an oppurtunity to tell him the reason you’d come looking for him in the studio.. You had important news to deliver.

“Oh please, you can’t rap better than me!” Yoongi challenged, his lips pulling into a confident smile.

“Bet.” You said while sitting up tall. He sat up taller and squinted at you, challenging you to try with just his eyes. You got to your feet and started to “freestyle”.

“Hey. Uh. Isn’t Min Yoongi bad at rap? Yeah, he is, but I’m not.. Mad.” You started, just trying to rhyme words while Yoongi started to crack up and clap his hands, falling onto his side.

“Yeah, he’s a tad of a weirdo. But you know what’d be rad?” You hesitated, and took a deep breath. This was it. “If he knew he was going to be a dad.”

Yoongi’s laughter stopped as he sat back up and stared at you, stunned. “Wait what?” He asked, his lip still turned into a slight smile. You laughed in embarrassment and sat back down slowly.

“Well.. You’re going to be a dad. Im pregnant.” You said, your smile fading as you sighed deeply, awaiting a reaction. You didn’t know why you were so worried, Yoongi was the one who had suggest not using protection. You were both in agreement to this.. But it still felt so surreal.

Yoongi was so overwhelmed, he didn’t know if he should laugh or cry or both. His eyes sparkled as he got up, then straight up tackled you in a hug while trying to keep any tears from spilling.

“I’m going to be a father… A father! I’m gonna be a father!”

Jhope

You had discussed family with Hoseok before, but it was never a serious topic you two had definitely decided on. It was only the subtle things, like Hoseok joking about how his child would be the best dancer in the world, how his child would only wear designer clothes, how he’d take his child to amusement park rides and be more afraid himself than them. But now it was a reality, you, were pregnant.

You watched as Hoseok stared in curiosity at the small box on the counter, his lips pressed into an “o” shape. He slowly approached it, looking at you.

“Open it.” You smiled, leaning against the doorway.

“I swear Y/N if this is something- AHH!” Hoseok stumbled back as he took the lid off and multi colored confetti flew everywhere. You laughed into your hand at his reaction as he stumbled a few feet away, finally recovering from the shock and slowly peeking into the box. There was a small baby bottle, a slip of paper besides it that read “you’re gonna be a dad.”

Hoseok didn’t even have to ponder it, didn’t have to think about it, as soon as he read it he started screaming and jumping up and down in excitement. You watched in amusement as he ran around in circles a little longer before finally turning to you. Hoseok hurried towards you and wrapped you into a massive hug while grinning widely. You buried your head into his neck as his shouting turned into sobs of joy.

“I c-can’t believe I’m going to be a d-dad.”

Jimin

Positive. Positive. Positive. Test after test after test, you were absolutely sure that you were pregnant. You stood at the sink, your eyes staring at the plus sign while feeling tears fill your eyes. You couldn’t tell if they were from happiness or fear. You were happy about this child, you really were, but you were afraid about Jimin. How in the world was he going to react to this? He had such a demanding job, and being a father was even harder.

You heard the doorknob jiggle and dropped the test, moving to try and cover it with your body as Jimin stepped inside. You’d forgotten to lock the door.

“.. Ever heard of knocking?” You asked while laughing nervously. Jimin raised an eyebrow in suspicion, he knew something was up the moment he’d seen you sneak into the bathroom carrying a bag, and his suspicions were only proven when he saw your eyes red with tears.

“..What are you hiding?” Jimin moved towards you and you tried to block his view but you had taken more than one test. You froze in fear when Jimin’s eyes landed on the positive pregnancy test on the counter. His jaw dropped open, and you mistook his expression for disappointment. You slumped onto the ground and started to cry, feeling utterly hopeless and defeated. Jimin stood there a little longer, not knowing what to do. He quickly snapped out of it and kneeled besides you.

“Y/N why are you crying?” He asked you worriedly while feeling tears rise to his own eyes. Contrary to what you had thought, he was thrilled. You could only shake your head, hiding your face in your hands. Jimin reached up and took your hands off of your eyes, holding them in his own. He stayed that way until you finally looked up at him, his lips pulling into a sweet and comforting smile that always put you at ease.

“Please don’t cry. I’m so happy I’m going to be a dad. And I’m going to be the best darn dad this world has ever seen.”

Taehyung

“Yeontan stay still!” You laughed while gently trying to get the hoodie on the small puppy. He yipped and tried to squirm out of your grasp, but you finally managed to pull his paw through the sleeve hole.

“Are you abusing my son?” Taehyung asked from the other room. You laughed, but it was laced with panic. You had taken multiple pregnancy tests the other night after mutiple mornings of waking up to nausea. Every single one of them had come back positive, and you had no more doubt. You were pregnant. You had sat on the bathroom floor for an hour thinking about how you were going to confess such a thing to Taehyung.. Until you saw Yeontan bound past the doorway. You had gotten an idea, and now your idea was in full swing… But you were just growing nervous by the second.

“Hey buddy, what’s she doing to you?” Taehyung asked in a cutesy voice when he entered the room and Yeontan bounced towards him, waving his small tail so hard it almost knocked him off balance. You took a deep breath as Taehyung bent down and picked him up, smiling at the hoodie you had put on him.

“Do you like it?” You asked nervously.

“Yeah! He looks so cute! Wait.. What does it say?” He asked while furrowing his eyebrows when he noticed the blue words on it. You gulped, your heartbeat speeding up as Taehyung began to read it out loud.

“I’m going to be an older brother..” Taehyung read before looking up at you in surprise. “Wait.. Did you get a new dog?”

You shook your head. Taehyung stared at you long and hard, slowly placing Yeontan back on the ground. “Then what…” He suddenly froze, his eyebrows lifting up to frame his wide eyes. You laughed nervously and looked away.

“I’m pregnant.”

After a long moment of silence, Taehyung’s golden laugh filled the air, his hand coming up to cover his mouth as tears began to stream down his face. He ran towards you, pulling you into a hug while running his elegant fingers through your hair. Taehyung loved children, he always had, and he loved you. Now he was going to have both, and he couldn’t be happier.

“I-I love you so much Y/N.”

Jungkook

“Touchdown!” Jungkook yelled out as he dropped his controller and threw his arms in the air in truimph.

“Jungkook you won a Mario Kart match, why are you yelling ‘touchdown’?” You asked, but he was too busy doing a victory dance to hear you. You laughed, nervousness building in your stomach by the second. You had been waiting all night for the perfect moment, but you knew that you were only stalling in fear. You had to do this.

“.. Jungkook. I have a present for you.” You said quietly, before you could change your mind once more. Jungkook stopped mid- dance and turned to look at you.

“A present?” He asked, his face lighting up. You reached behind you and pulled out a small box as Jungkook took a seat on the bed besides you. He took the wrapped box from you, bringing it up to his ear and shaking it slightly, then knocking on it.

“Just open it!” You laughed as he started to shake it again. Jungkook placed the box in his lap and started to unwrap it while you watched, your fear growing by the second.

Jungkook pulled a white controller out of the box, a tag attached onto the joystick with a thin string. You watched as he tilted his head and examined the tag, the tag that read “player three.”

Jungkook looked up at you, then back down at the controller in confusion. At that moment he spotted the pregnancy test at the bottom of the box. His hand flew up to his mouth and he looked at you in utter surprise.

You gulped nervously when he didn’t say anything, his expression didn’t show any signs other than shock. The longer silence remained between you two, the more scared you got that he wasn’t happy. You were young, he was young. He was an idol for crying out loud. You closed your eyes, feeling like you were about to cry. But then you heard something.

“I’m going to be a dad.” He whispered suddenly, so quiet, you almost didn’t hear him. But then he threw his hands in the air, the greatest smile you’d ever seen before appear on his face, so great that your worries suddenly seemed nonexistent.

“IM GOING TO BE A DAD!”