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[television-overload]

ville de l'amour

(an NCIS fanfic)

Tony, Ziva, and Tali spend a special summer day together in the beautiful City of Love.

A few of us on Twitter/X decided that there is simply *not* enough Tiva fanfiction out there, not to mention Tivali, so we threw together this fic prompt challenge. This time, the prompt was "Tivali summer day." Prepare yourself for an insane amount of fluff.

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Tag list ♡ (if you'd like to be tagged when i post new ncis fics, let me know!): @benedettabeby @butwhenthesuncameup @earanemith @hopeless-nostalgiac @indestinatus @loudlooks @mrsmungus @nicolem194 @putthekettleon @slippery-soapbox @tivafanfic @tivajunkie @tonysziva

[supernovafics]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k words

summary: in which a moment at a party that led to a drunken kiss and a heartfelt admission pushes you and your best friend away from each other. after nearly a week of silence, it’s still hard to find the right words to say to steve and to find the right way to mend what feels as if it has been permanently broken. until you’re drunk at a bar and he is the one to come and get you.

warnings: bestfriend!steve, explicit language, underage alcohol consumption, angst with a happy ending<33

author’s note: this was sitting in the drafts for a veryvery long time and i’ve finally decided to let it see the light of day🫶🏾 (full “folklore” album series masterlist here)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“i didn't know if you'd care if i came back, i have a lot of regrets about that.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The bar was comforting in a weird kind of way. 

It was pretty dark and empty for the most part, which partly made sense since it was ten o’clock on a random Wednesday night. You didn’t mind the music softly playing and the stool you were sitting on actually felt comfortable, or maybe it was the alcohol making you believe that.

Somehow even with the number of drinks you’d had in the past hour, it still didn’t manage to effectively push your thoughts far away from Steve and what happened at Robin’s birthday party. 

You couldn’t not think about the kiss with him, which you had abruptly and drunkenly initiated; it was a kiss that felt simultaneously wrong and right. And his words that followed the kiss played on what felt like an endless loop in your mind too.

“I’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted us, for practically forever. Ever since that moment our mom’s forced us to meet at that county fair thing when we were ten, I think I knew it was you.” 

It was hard to think about what you did in response to that, but still the quick, “I’m sorry, I can’t,” you managed to stutter out before basically running away from him played on equal loop in your head.  

The two of you hadn’t spoken since that Saturday night, with you returning back to your college that was two hours away from Hawkins early the next morning. And you were unsure if it was you leading this dance or if both of you were equally avoiding each other because the phone calls that would happen practically daily were reduced to nothing. It had barely been a week, but it was long enough for everything in your life to feel shifted; to feel a little emptier. 

“You look like you need to talk to someone,” The bartender, a woman who you were certain couldn’t be older than thirty, said as she slid you the latest drink you’d ordered. 

“No, I’m fine. It’s just…” You trailed off with a small sigh before taking a sip from the cold glass. “I did something stupid this past weekend and I regret it, but I also think it might have been the right thing to do.” You were unsure if you were referring to the kissing Steve part or the running away from him part. “I don’t know, I just wish that entire night hadn’t happened, actually.”

You knew that it wasn’t solely your inebriation that made your words seem as if they didn’t make any sense, because everything going through your head was so damn confusing even when you were completely sober. None of it, the emotions you were feeling or the situation itself, fully made sense to you and you forced yourself to not think about any of it by solely consuming yourself with your schoolwork for the last few days. And when doing that was no longer enough to silence your thoughts, you decided to come to this bar. 

It was dumb and probably only making things worse, you knew that, but it also felt so much easier. 

“Okay,” The woman said. “Can I have a lot more context?” 

You were unsure why you had the immediate urge to tell her everything. Maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps because it was just always so easy for anyone to pour their heart out to a stranger. 

“My friend— my best friend, we’ve known each other since we were ten— me and him were at a party. It was actually our other friend’s birthday and she just turned eighteen, so of course, we had to make it a huge thing for her, and we did it at Steve’s house; my best friend, that’s his name. Anyway, it’s about two hours into the party and we’re all pretty drunk. Me and Steve are in his backyard sitting on one of his old patio chairs, and then I don’t know why, I blame it on my drunkenness and how close we were in that moment, but I kissed him. I pulled away almost immediately, but then he said that he has wanted this, wanted us, to happen for so long, and I didn’t know what to say to any of that. So, I just mumbled out a stupid “I’m sorry,” and then left.”

You had barely taken a breath as you spoke, spitting out what happened that night in one rushed go. Finally saying all of it out loud— recounting the story in pretty much its entirety— made you feel a little better. Everything was still a complete mess, but you felt like you could breathe the tiniest bit easier. 

“Why did you leave?” 

A part of you expected her to ask that question, and at this point, you should’ve had an answer to it that felt certain, but you didn’t. 

“It just… It felt like the right thing to do, I think.” 

The thought of anything more happening with Steve hadn’t ever crossed your mind, at least not consciously, and even now you still refused to think more about it. Because it wasn't just about Steve. You didn’t want anything more with anyone; you didn’t want feelings, a relationship, any of it. 

It wasn’t that you hated love or the thought of it, it was more so that you had been burned because of it so many times that you refused to fall into it so easily again. Falling for boys that you thought actually liked you only to be proven wrong and left heartbroken. 

“I get it,” The bartender ultimately said, her voice soft. “You guys have been friends for practically forever and if you started dating and then broke up it would probably change everything between you two.” 

We would never break up. 

The thought hit you so abruptly that it actually managed to surprise you.  

The woman looked at you, confused. “Okay… So, then what’s the problem?”

“What?”

“You said that you and him would never break up, so what’s the problem?” 

You hadn’t realized you said the thought out loud, and you couldn’t even feel embarrassed about accidentally saying it because all you could think about was how completely true it was. You and Steve would work so well together, you pretty much already did. You knew the ins and outs of each other; everything little that was annoying but also so endearing. It was what you loved about him— as a friend and as more.  

But still, it was so fucking hard to admit that out loud, and you wanted to forget about the entire realization.

“I– I don’t know,” You finally answered before folding your arms against the countertop and then putting your head down. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that that action would be enough to will away the tears that you could now feel threatening to spill out. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“and i ended up here. pouring out my heart to a stranger.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey, you okay?” 

The voice was soft and immediately comforting and oh so familiar. It was enough to put a smile on your face, but your head was starting to pound so you couldn’t bear to do anything but groan.  

You lifted your head and mumbled out a soft, “Steve?”

You only vaguely remembered the bartender, whose name you eventually learned was Chelsea, asking for a phone number of someone that could pick you up. And although you should’ve given her your roommate’s number, you instead gave her Steve’s. 

“I never thought I’d be the one picking you up from a bar,” Steve said as he sat down next to you. “I always thought it would be the other way around.”

“Y’know what they say about college, it changes people,” You told him with a nonchalant shrug. The two of you hadn’t talked in days, but it still felt like second nature to fall back into the joking cadence you had with him. “I’m a total badass now.”

Steve laughed a bit and looked at you amusingly. “Mhm, yeah, sure you are.”

You weren’t as drunk anymore but you were entering the early stages of a hangover that would be a bitch, and you already knew that there was no way you’d be going to your eleven o’clock Statistics class. 

“I can’t believe you drove two hours to pick me up,” You said as you settled yourself in the passenger seat of Steve’s car after you paid your pricey tab and goodbyes were said to Chelsea.  

Steve offered you a small smile. “What else are best friends for?”

You couldn’t help but look away from him as you mumbled out a soft, “I didn’t know we were still that.”

“We’ll always be that.” 

There was so much certainty in his voice that it actually managed to soothe something inside of you. Only for a second, though, because then you were back in your head again. 

The drive back to your dorm was quiet with only the soft sounds of the radio to fill the silence. It was a short ride, only about ten minutes, and the entire time you could only focus on your dull headache and what you wanted to say to Steve because you knew that you had to say something. Although you didn’t want to, that night needed to finally be talked about.

When he was parked in front of your building, you still didn’t know exactly what to say, but you decided to start with something. “Listen, about Robin’s party–” 

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it. Let’s just pretend it never happened,” Steve interrupted you. He pushed a hand through his hair and then met your gaze. “It was really dumb of me to say all of that stuff, and I partially blame it on all the drinks we had— definitely way too many. We’re just friends, I know that. And your life is here now, for the most part, and mine is back in Hawkins, so yeah…” He trailed off with a small shrug. 

You suddenly felt nauseous and you knew it had nothing to do with the alcohol. He was saying everything that you fully thought you wanted to hear— what happened at the party should’ve never happened, you two were just friends— so why did it feel so wrong? 

Things became quiet and Steve was looking at you expectantly, and you were unsure how long you’d been silent for. 

“Um, yeah, exactly,” You finally said as you unbuckled your seatbelt. Before you opened the passenger door to leave his car, you reached over and pulled Steve in for a hug. “Drive safe.”

“Thanks,” He said as his arms circled around you. 

For some reason, there was a huge part of you that wanted to say “I’m sorry” in that moment, but you didn’t entirely know why, so instead you said nothing and simply got out of his car.

You headed to the entrance of your dorm building and then turned around, giving Steve a final wave before he drove away. 

It was then— as he headed down the street and after a few moments his car became completely out of your view— that you wished you’d been honest; with yourself and with him.  

Because it was in that moment of you yearning for him to turn around mixed with you sincerely wanting to go after him that essentially sealed it for you. 

Steve was different and he always would be. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“and maybe i don't quite know what to say, but i'm here in your doorway.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You felt slightly lucky that you only had two classes on Thursdays because when you woke up after sleeping through your Statistics class, you knew that you wouldn’t be going to your Psychology class that started at three. And the reasoning actually had nothing to do with your hangover. 

Aside from the slight headache, you woke up with your mind feeling completely clear for the first time in a long time. You knew exactly what you wanted and what you wanted to do, and before that feeling could go away, or you could convince yourself to push it away, you were in your car an hour before your class was supposed to start and driving to Hawkins. You were pretty much running off of impulse and hope.

The weather was terrible and you hated driving in the rain, but it didn’t matter to you right then because you needed to see Steve.

You had two long hours of driving in terrible rain to figure out what exactly you wanted to say to him, yet you still couldn’t form a coherent set of sentences in your head. But, similar to the rain, that didn’t stop you from ringing his doorbell. 

In hindsight, it probably would’ve been smart to bring an umbrella because it was still pouring and from the short walk from your car to his front door, your clothes managed to become effectively soaked, but it didn’t bother you. 

“Hey,” He said when he opened the door, it was easy to tell that he was surprised to see you. “Did you drive all the way here?”

You quickly nodded at his question. “Yes.”

“You hate driving in rain.” 

“Yeah, but I… I just really wanted to talk to you, and didn’t wanna do it over the phone.”

“Come inside,” Steve said, pushing the door open wider so that you could step in. 

You almost followed him but then stopped. “No, wait… I kinda just wanna say this here.” 

Steve looked at you confused, but ultimately nodded. “Okay.” He then stepped out of his house and closed the door behind him; his clothes immediately got wet. “It feels wrong that you’re the only one getting hit by the rain.” 

You laughed a bit. “Thank you. That’s very considerate.”  

Things got quiet for a second and you suddenly felt nervous, but you pushed that feeling to the side.

“I know you said that we don’t need to talk about the party and we should pretend that it never happened. And although that’s exactly what I’d been doing for the past few days, I don’t wanna do that anymore.” It actually didn’t feel too hard to let all of this out; verbalizing exactly what had been going on in your head. In a way, it felt like a relief. “I think I kissed you that night because deep down I know that it’s you too. And that it’s always been you… Which is actually so scary to think about because we’ve known each other for so long and you’re the one person in my life that has been the biggest constant. You’ve seen every part of my very horrific love life and I don’t want us to end up like any of the stupid relationships I had before, and I think that’s why I ran away that night, which I do really regret.” You pulled your eyes away from his for a second. “But, what we have is different, and I want to try. I want us to try.”

You let out a long breath. “Okay, that’s it.”  

Steve didn’t say anything for a few moments, and it was then that you realized how loud the rain was, and somehow it was actually a bit calming to hear the sounds of the heavy drops hitting the ground. 

You searched his eyes to see if you could decipher what he was thinking, but before you could get a clear read on anything, he was closing the small bit of distance between you both and reaching up to cup your face in his hands before leaning in to kiss you. 

The abruptness of the action slightly startled you, but you were completely okay with this nonverbal response to you pouring your heart out. You were kissing him back almost immediately and suddenly the sound of the rain was gone and instead all you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

The kiss felt perfectly new but also so insanely familiar; even though this was the first time this was happening sober. And so many things were running through your mind, but it was also effectively blank and you knew you wouldn’t be able to form a coherent sentence even if you tried. 

Most of all, though, everything happening right then— the way your hands fisted themselves in his rain soaked t-shirt to pull him impossibly closer to you, and how his thumb stroked your cheek so tenderly— it all felt so certain and sure and right; there wasn’t an ounce of doubt lingering in the air around you both or lacing its way within the kiss. 

When you pulled away to catch your breath and smiled up at him, a smile that Steve immediately matched with an elated grin of his own, it slightly killed you that all of this hadn't happened sooner.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“i just wanted you to know that this is me trying.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[au-roulette]

Happy June!

To celebrate the fact that we are now officially one month away from the start of AU Roulette, have a post detailing the 36 AUs included in this year's challenge -- or don't, if you'd rather be surprised.

This year's AUs have been curated to be intentionally broad, in the hopes that they will encourage unique takes on each prompt and the creativity of the authors participating. You are welcome to write anything that falls under the umbrella of your assigned AUs, whether it's an original universe, a fusion inspired by another fandom, or something else entirely.

(What's AU Roulette, some of you might be asking? An explanation can be found here, along with the link to sign-up!)

Without further ado -- the AU list, under a cut:

Roleswap - Maybe you want to switch two characters' places, do a class-swap for a D&D fandom, try your hand at an age-swap fic, or you have another idea.

Superhero -- Invent an original universe or do a fusion with one of the many popular big-screen superhero stories. Play it straight and give your favorite characters cool powers, or try a deconstruction of the genre. With great AUs comes great responsibility

Gothic Horror -- Castles. Ghosts. Vampires. Drama. Love that conquers Death. Take your inspiration from classic literature or a newer entry in the genre, like The Locked Tomb books. But be sure to make things spooky.

Post-Apocalypse -- Will the world end in fire or in ice? Or maybe economic collapse, war, zombies, or one of many other options? You write what happens next!

Fairy-Tale -- Pick a classic tale from the Grimms, Hans Christian Andersen, Asbjørnsen & Moe, Charles Perrault, or another favorite author to inspire your AU, try out a more modern re-telling, or use fairy-tale elements to craft your own story.

High Seas -- Including but not limited to Pirate AUs and other Age of Sail adventures. Try out something more historical, or throw in as many fantasy elements as you'd like -- or a bit of both.

Time Travel -- For fixing mistakes, making things worse, or time loops. Or maybe you want to write a fusion inspired by a piece of popular time travel media, like Doctor Who.

Western -- Another AU where writers are free to do their history research or to lean into more outlandish genre conventions. Cowboys, cowgirls, and cowpokes all welcome, of course.

Mythology -- Write a story inspired by your favorite myths and legends, from a whole host of different cultures. Or maybe you'd like to try your hand at writing some epic poetry?

Coffee Shop -- A classic everyone knows and has strong feelings about. Play it straight or add a twist, whichever suits your fancy! After all, no one said where the coffee shop has to be...

College/Academia -- Are the characters in your AU students? Professors? Weary adjuncts? Throwing hands at a conference? Some mix of the above?

Theater -- Put those characters on Broadway or cast them in a disaster of a community theater production. Or a school play! All that really matters is the show must go on.

Ghost/Cryptid Hunters -- Maybe you want to write a story starring the next Scooby-Doo crew, or maybe there really is something strange in the neighborhood. Or maybe it'll never be clear what really happened -- it's your choice!

Secret Agent -- Code words, code names, you name it. Write a story about spies, cryptographers, or any other clandestine operators. Take inspiration from history or from James Bond. Just don't spill your secrets too soon.

Detective -- Whether you're writing the world's greatest detective or someone who just can't get a clue, play up the mystery! Use a classic locale like 221B Baker Street or invent your own.

Cyberpunk -- Time to write cyborg identity crises and fight the machine (literally)! Take inspiration from classic media like Neuromancer or Blade Runner or make a totally new cyberpunk universe of your own creation.

High Fantasy -- Elves and dwarves and gnomes, oh my! This AU could encompass everything from Middle Earth to D&D AUs to your favorite high fantasy books you read over and over as a kid. Or maybe you have your own spell to weave.

Band/Musicians -- Whether you decide to make the characters in your AU famous pop stars, part of an orchestra, students at a conservatory, jamming together in their garage, or otherwise musically-inclined, have fun with it!

Reporter/Journalist -- For everything from local anchors and newspaper staff to big-league investigative reporters. Write characters who'll do anything to get a scoop or with a strong sense of justice -- it's your call!

Cosmic Horror -- You don't have to love Lovecraft to get creative with this AU. Make characters comprehend the incomprehensible, send them messages from beyond the stars, and get a little creepy.

Heist -- Will you write a story about master thieves? Vigilantes righting some wrong? What's being stolen and why? Try a Leverage AU or a caper of your own making.

Space Opera -- The genre encompassing works like The Expanse, Imperial Radch, Mass Effect, and Star Wars, brimming with galactic empires, alien species, and chivalric adventures. Write a fusion set in the universe of your favorite work in the genre, or invent a new one!

Sports/Athletics -- Pick a sport, any sport -- whether a team game like hockey, an individual one like archery, a paired one like figure skating, or something a little unconventional, like roller derby or HEMA. Then it's ready, set, write!

Historical Era -- An AU type absolutely bursting with potential, from medieval romances to 1920s Prohibition AUs, to ones inspired by historical fiction like Les Miserables. Whatever era of history strikes your fancy, you can write it.

Road Trip -- Pack your favorite characters in a car and don't forget the snacks. Or maybe the spaceship, or something else if you're feeling adventurous. Where are they headed and why? Only you know the answer!

Space Exploration -- Whether you want to write modern-day astronauts, a futuristic Star Trek AU, or something inspired by the space race, the sky isn't even the limit with this AU.

Urban Fantasy -- For all your modern-with-magic settings. Write an AU inspired by something like Teen Wolf, Artemis Fowl, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or much of Neil Gaiman's oeuvre, or invent your own world where witches and websites coexist.

Museum/Archives -- Have the characters in your AU working in the exhibits or behind the scenes, down in the collections or even as archaeologists or paleontologists. What secrets are waiting to be unearthed there?

Hospital -- A surprisingly flexible AU option -- are the characters working there, or the victims of some unfortunate accident? Or maybe it's a bit of both. Take it wherever you feel like.

Camping/Wilderness Survival -- Could be anything from a fun summer camp or camping trip to a nightmare survival scenario. Write everyone having s'mores around the campfire or something inspired by media like Yellowjackets, where they might be having... something else.

Steampunk -- A fantastic opportunity to get creative with your worldbuilding. Try your hand at some alternate history, or invent a world of airships and other flying machines of your very own.

Shapeshifter -- Can the characters in this AU turn into anything they want? Or maybe they're more limited, like selkies -- even unable to control their shapeshifting at all (can I get an "awoo" from the werewolf fans?)

Classic Literature -- An AU somewhat more dependent on fusion ideas, but still very flexible! Pick a favorite classic book or play and let it inspire your writing!

Dystopian -- Create your own awful society or let a favorite piece of media guide you, like writing a Hunger Games AU. Will the characters break the cycle, or end up trapped in it?

Renaissance Faire -- A recipe for chaos. Write a bunch or faire-goers or have the characters in your AU working at the faire! Adventures await.

Scientist/Mad Science -- Write characters as normal biologists, physicists, and chemists, the next Frankenstein, or as hapless experiments themselves!

[mccn-bcys]

JUST A TOUCH OF YOUR HAND pt. 3

pairing: moonboys x fem!reader

summary: jake finally makes his debut to ask the reader a question the boys have been dying to ask. reader gives her answer and jake is just a cutie.

warning: jake (he's a warning, yes), just some nice fluff for ya.

authors note: okay ik a lot of you have been wanting this chapter for a long time (sorry about the long wait, I had a lot going on the past couple of months). this chapter isn't as long as the others but it just felt right to have this one be short and sweet. the next chapter, maybe we'll see some more of marc 😏🤭

word count: 1,028

and then there was jake. it was funny actually. he'd been dreaming of meeting his soulmate since he had gotten the stain. and he had so badly wanted to meet you when you first brushed against their hand on the sidewalk that day.

god how he wanted to meet you. and yet he couldn't make himself front. even when steven or marc would hand it over to him, especially when you'd plan days to meet and spend with him, he just couldn't front.

none of them understood it. it's like he'd freeze up. it was eating him up. he was pretty sure he was in love with you – actually he was positive he was in love with you. and he'd never even actually met you!

you, being the amazing person you were, were so patient with him. whenever you'd see the boys on the days you were going to meet jake, and find out he wasn't fronting, you'd have marc or steven tell him you didn't mind waiting.

"you boys are all worth waiting for," you'd say, making them melt.

and jake would try more to front around you and it just wouldn't happen. he couldn't figure out why. although on a deeper level, he knew why.

he supposed he wasn't much different than marc. as much of a hopeless romantic as he was, he also knew his reputation. it was said reputation that caused him to romanticize the thought of a soulmate. he never really thought himself capable of being loved. if marc thought his hands were stained with blood, jake was swimming in it.

if he was realistic, he couldn't imagine why you would love him. he was ruthless, he could be cold, he had a tendency to shut people out if they got too close.

But he wanted you to get too close. He wanted to able to talk to you, learn about you and not through the other two. He wanted to hold you and comfort you, and be held and be comforted by you.

but like marc, he'd been scared. scared you'd run for it, if you knew him. everyone else did.

and yet here you were: sitting across the table, smiling so wide, eyes so patient, like he's your favorite person in the world. if you kept going, he's sure he would probably cry.

"jake?" you called cautiously, breaking him from his thoughts. his eyes snap to yours, smiling at you. he thinks: 'they're right...the way she says our names is addicting.'

"sí, amor?" he answers softly, but you seem to brighten up even more.

"yes," you simply said.

his eyebrows furrow. had he asked a question?

yes, you did, you bloody idiot!

holy shit...she actually said yes...

"yes?" he repeated, since his alters weren't helping him at all.

you laughed at that, at him seemingly forgetting his own question. he loved that sound.

"you asked me to move in," you reminded him patiently.

"and you said yes?"

"I did."

"but you don't know me," he tries to reason, because how on earth would you have agreed to move in with the mess of these three men?

"I know that i love marc and steven, and if I love them, i already love you too," were you trying to kill him?

"why?"

that threw you for a loop. you hadn't been expecting it. why did you love this man you've never actually met?

"well...for starters, we're soulmates-"

"that doesn't mean that I'm not a terrible person." steven had warned you of this. that he might try to talk of himself like this.

"but you're not-"

"you don't know that."

"except that I do."

"how could you possibly know that?"

"because I just do-"

"amor, that's not an answ-"

"I know because you're a weirdo who wears gloves while he drives a limo. You send a bouquet of my favorite flowers every time you can't front when we planned. I know because I can feel you follow me home every night after work when you're patrolling, making sure I get home safe. I know because marc's told me that you can't pass a cat without petting it. I know because I *know.* You're a *good man,* jake," you say, looking at him completely serious.

and for the first time in a long time, every voice in his head is silent. they're at a loss for words. there's this strange feeling in jake's heart and he's never felt it before.

what is that, he thinks.

that's love, jake.

it feels like a heart attack.

yeah...it's great, innit?

you watch him closely while he's silent, watching to see if you've overstepped somehow. to try and see what he's feeling. amd when he stands, you're worried he's leaving. that he's going to change his mind about wanting you to move in.

but he quickly crosses over to you and he cups your face, gentle as he is urgent, and leans down and kisses you, deeply, passionately. and for a moment, you're confused. but you quickly kiss him back, matching his energy, his passion. after a moment, he pulls away, both of you panting lightly, breathless from the kiss. he presses his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes so intensely you swear he can see your soul.

"te amo jodidamente mucho," he says, voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you too," you say back softly, meaning every word.

jake has feel that twist in his heart again, but he knows what it is now. it's love. and it's strange and foreign but...he thinks he likes it. he feels like he's never smiled so wide in his life. he presses one more soft kiss to your lips before moving back to his seat at the table.

"so...tell me about these gloves you bought me," he grins.

and you start talking about them, explaining every detail about them and why you thought he'd like them. he swears he's never smiled so dopey in his life, talking to you about anything and everything you wanted to talk about. he'd finally fronted and he'll be damned if he doesn't take advantage of every single second he gets with you.

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[pynkgothicka]

Ｅａｔ Ｉｔ Ｕｐ ＰＪＭ

Synopsis - You willingly agree to help watch over your friend's house while she's gone (Part 4 of the Monster Series.)

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Alien! Park Jimin x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Rina Sawayama

Tags and Warnings - Death, Stalking, Non-Con touching but nothing explicit he's just touching her

Authors Note - This is the first challenge I've done where I'm actually gonna complete it lol

“Hey, how would you like to make some extra bucks.” You stood in your kitchen, phone on speaker. Your friend, Rina called you, and being your literal best friend of course you'd hear her out.

“Hmm? What's up?”

“I have to out on a trip, fashion week in Paris actually. And I kind of need someone to watch my house.” Rina states, being heard to take a bite of some chips. “And I need you here by tomorrow. Late notice I know.”

You let out a sigh. “Uhhh I don't know, I'd have to pack tonight and then move some money around.” You poured yourself a bowl of cereal. Rina could be hear giggling on the other end.

“Just bring yourself and some clothes. You can eat my food and if you run out they'll be some cash to get more. Listen I'm just desperate, I really need someone to stay for a few weeks.” Your friend pleaded. You chuckle before speaking.

“Okay Okay! I'll come tomorrow morning.” You say taking a bite of the fruit loops you poured for yourself. “What time you need me.”

“6.”

“I'll be there.”

🛸

You had a duffle bag full of clothes as you got dropped off in front of the desolate white home. Rina was pretty well off, her home being two story with a nice balcony. You rung the door bell, Rina opening the door quickly. “I told you I'd be here.”

“Your here early, literally it's 5:30.” She said laughing. She pulled you in for a hug and allowed you to walk in. The house was very uncharacteristically quiet. She usually has music playing for ambiance or a television on. But there was nothing.

But you let it go for now.

“Okay, so you can sleep in my room. And on my bed is around 1000 bucks.” Your eyes widen as you follow her up the stairs.

“God, how much money do you think I spend!” You say laughing as she opened the door. Her bed was huge and comfortable.

“I want you to ball out girl!” She says before lowering her voice and sitting down on the bed. “You know I'll miss you …”

“I'll still be here, besides you're coming back.” You say laughing. Rina looks at you and giving you a small smile. She nods her head before getting up with a shallow sigh. She quickly came up to you hugging you tight, which you reciprocate hugging her back. You followed her back downstairs as she got in her car and left without another word.

Well it's not like you had anything else better to do.

Might as well clean up and unpack.

🛸

You'd been in the house for two days and things were off. The general ambiance wasn't a comfort more so a burden.

Rina didn't return any of your calls.

But you let it pass.

You played Lauryn Hill, as you got ready for bed. You brushed your teeth, and slipped on your night gown. You climbed into bed and pulled the soft blankets. Often noises echoed in the empty home but it was something you could let go.

However you couldn't let this one go.

The floorboard next to the bed creaked.

The sound made your head turn. But nothing was there. So you tried to fall back asleep, turning away from the noise. But then the bed dips.

It's faint but there.

“The way your chest rises when you sleep… it's beautiful.”

The voice is airy, and you can feel a hand peel back the blankets. You try to bite your lip to keep quiet but find it harder and harder. The hand then touches your shoulder, and it's texture is other worldly. It's almost too smooth. And it begins to rub circles on your shoulder, as it that would calm you. “Your heart rate is rising, I think we both know that I'm here. And we both know your awake.”

You stay silent, tears beginning to pour down your face silently as you sniffle.

“Are you scared, wondering how I got in here?” The man snickers as he runs his hand down your back. They trained along your spine, making you shiver and tremble.

“I ask that like your going to respond. How stupid of me, I'm sorry I'm still picking up on humans finicky behavior.” The voice says adding a bit of an laugh towards the end. The laughing stops and finally with a sigh the hand is removed and the thing gets up. “You'll see me soon, don't worry.”

Then it leaves.

Almost as soon as it leaves you sit up and began to pant. You couldn't take it anymore.

🛸

Finally the next day you have enough of trying to call Rina. You're about to leave and just say fuck it. No money is worth what you experienced.

Almost as if you summoned her Rina called. You pick up the phone and she quickly interjects. “Hey where you going?” She says almost too causally.

“How do you know I'm leaving?” You almost snap at her.

“I'm… watching you through my cameras.” She says after almost seeking and just landing on a explanation.

“I'm fucking leaving, you've been ignoring me and someone broke in last night. They touched me and everything.” You said over the phone continuing to stuff your bag with your things. Rina gasped over the phone. You couldn't tell if it was to mock you or not.

“But you can't go, someone, most importantly you need to watch over the house. Are you telling me your quitting when things get hard?” Rina goads you.

“That's different than this. Why can't you seem to understand. Someone. Touched me. And spoke to me, something is in this house.” You spoke into the phone grabbing your packed bag. Rina let out a quiet gasp and then a choke. She began to cry on the phone.

“Please, don't go. I need you… Please you don't understand.”

“Rina, what don't I understand? Just tell me what is up.”

“Listen… I screwed up. I-” You can were listening to Rina, but she became interrupted by a loud splattering on the other side of the phone.

“R-Rina?” You ask as the signal cuts out. You take that as a sign to leave. You grab your bag and run for the front but it refuses to budge. “Fuck!” You tell trying to ram it open but you collapse. You fall to the ground and begin to cry and sob.

“Broken aren't we?”

You look up at the voice and out a shakey gasp. It's a man, or it mimics one. But his skin tone is noticably pink and smooth. His eyes are pools of black.

“W-What even are you…” You ask looking at him.

“I'm something you can barely understand, but that's okay. All that matters is that your here. Here with me.” The man sits down and places his hands on the side of your face. He slowly makes you look at him, his eyes sparkling. “You're special, your going to change my life.”

“W-What are you even talking about…” You say looking at him. His skin is inhumanely smooth, his thumbs brushing against your chin. He looked you up and down and smiled, and his smile grows as he laughs. “What's so funny.”

“Your my new mate. You're going to save my people, my planet!” He said looking at you and putting his hands down.

“N-No. Fuck no.”

“Oh you just don't know. Rina lured you here, her house. This house is a trap. Just so you can get with me. But don't worry about that. She's dead.” He said laughing, rubbing your shoulders fondly. You stared at him, in shock. All the information he unloaded on you and just continued to unload on you broke you.

Looking at everywhere but what's in front of you, your mind was a mess. But the man seemingly realized that and just snickered. He then took out a device from the baggy clothes he wore, It was metallic and he put it to the side of your head.

“I don't want you scared of me out entire relationship, so I just have to do some reprogramming…” The device then turned out and you could feel a needle drag across your skin, almost breaking it. “This won't hurt a bit.”

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[honeysunai]

Hostess| Kyoya Ootori x reader

Part ten - Under the Mistletoe

Pairing : Kyoya Ootori x reader

General rating : Fluff, enemies to love vibes

Word count : 3k

Author's note : I will be keeping the old aesthetic for this story, sorry for people who like the new aesthetic of my newer one shots. Also, clearly, this was meant to be a Christmas special, but we are in September and I kind of wanted to wait until December, but I've been holding off for months, so here it is and I do hope you enjoy this part. As always, have an amazing day and stay hydrated!

Summary: As only heir to your family you are bound to an arrange marriage with the third son of the powerful house Ootori. His cold behavior is only a mask for you to uncover when you stumble into music room number three. 

You jolted awake like you’ve done for the past ten days. Your mind was racing and your heart was pounding. You couldn’t stop thinking about Kyoya and what he did so shamelessly to you. The memory of Kyoya's shameless actions consumed you, a relentless loop that replayed with vivid intensity. He had acted without a shred of hesitation, unburdened by remorse, leaving an indelible mark on your consciousness and your body. Your thighs clenched together and your face turns red at the thought of Kyoya back between your legs. 

It was short and passionate, he kissed you more afterwards and refused to give in to your pleasure to return the favor to him. To your displeasure, he refused and reminded you that this “deal” between you is only physical and he didn’t need you that night. The day after he had put back the wall he put between you and barely spoke to you and you did the same by ignoring him for all the next ten days.  No matter how hard you try to get him off your mind and ignore him, the second you close your eyes you can only think about him and what you wish he would do to you. 

All that daydreaming is costing you some A’s on your papers and you won’t settle for less!

This wasn’t you! You were so confused as to why you dreamt so much about him! You used to despise him and his shitty attitude and now you were sexually dreaming of him… Get a grip! You couldn’t lose to him either, you said you won’t fall in love with him, he’s just a high school crush… A crush… You couldn’t possibly have a crush on Kyoya Ootori? He’s a stupid teenager and you are so much more than a teenager that has a crush. You’re independent, you’re talented, intelligent and pretty. 

You went to your mirror to get ready and pointed at your reflection with a twisted expression. “You have to despise him again.” You grunt. “You don’t love him, you lust after him which is not better, but it’s temporary.” 

Under the chilling water, you braced yourself for the day ahead, feeling the exhaustion seep from your bones. It was shaping up to be another one of those rough days. After the shower, you reluctantly checked your agenda, and there it was, like a punch to the gut – an exam last period. Groaning, you realized the day wasn't going to cut you any slack. With a sigh, you steeled yourself for the challenge, hoping you'd find the energy to tackle it when the time came.

You’ve managed to survive two periods before Kyoya dragged you into an empty music room, his lips glued to yours. His gentle hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head upward to part your perfect lips so his tongue can meet yours. 

As your lips meet in a deliberate, unhurried rhythm, time seems to pause, allowing every tender sensation to unfurl. The warmth of Kyoya’s breath mingles with yours, creating an electric current that courses through your body. The gentle exploration of lips and tongues is a language of desire, each movement deliberate and sensuous. Every touch is deliberate, sensuous, and in those stolen moments, it's like you're wrapped up in this emotional symphony. The world outside just kind of disappears, and all that's left is this mix of vulnerability and desire hanging in the air. It's intense, like you're caught up in something so much bigger than just a kiss.

You broke the kiss first and his eyes searched yours with this lust that glimmered in them. 

You whisper while looking up at him.  “I can’t keep doing this.” 

He huffs. “What do you mean?”

“We only kiss when you want it, not when I want to.” You tell him. “I try to do it at school and you kind of… do not reciprocate until you want me.”

“Because it’s fun to see you turn red. If you want my attention you’ll have to try harder y/n.” He smiles softly, seeing you didn’t find it funny he continued. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” That was the least you’d expect from him. You were quite shocked in all honesty. 

“I want to make a new rule to our arrangement. We can’t kiss or anything until the end of the winter exams.”

“That’s a whole month, you sure you want to risk it?”

She huffs. “Risk what?”

“Miss me.” He smirks. “Miss my touch.” He whispers leaning closer to your ear. “Miss my tongue.” You push him away.

“I’ll be fine. I’m not that desperate.” You roll your eyes at him.

“You're willing to go to great lengths to prove a point; I respect that," he chuckles. "But don't come running back when you start feeling those butterflies right here." He licks his lips as his hand trails down your lower belly. "And find yourself needing me to deal with it."

All that gentleness and kindness was now gone. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“Aw.” He clutched at his heart with a playful smile. “Fine. I agree to your terms, we’ll wait after the final exams. We wouldn’t want your grades to be worse than they already are.”

“They are not THAT bad.” You roll your eyes again. “Besides, it’s only a slip up and you know it.”

“It's because you can’t stop thinking about me, is it?”

“You wish.” You bark back before leaving the classroom to go study on your break.

That damn idiot.

The first snow finally arrived and you were so happy, it was the middle of december and you were ecstatic. You and the Club decided to take your little club activities outside on a beautiful day like that. It wasn’t too cold, nor too hot, just the perfect temperature for you to be able to roam around the campus without freezing to death. You were walking with Haruhi and Renge arms intertwined together laughing at Renge’s behavior towards something Asahi said earlier that day. She was red with anger and told you how stupid that boy was and blah blah blah… You and Haruhi couldn’t help but roll your eyes and her poor attempt to conceal her attraction to that guy. 

Around you, the girls were gawking at the three of you hanging out together, seeing how fond you are for one of another made their heart melt. You realized a few months ago how easy it is to make them fall for false charm… or just being yourself. 

You can see on the ground two shadows behind you and you smirk to yourself as you duck an incoming snowball. 

“How did you know?” Hikaru gasps. 

You smirk. “You can’t outwin a snowball fighter champion.”

“Is there such a thing?” Haruhi asks, not entirely convinced and she was right to do so. It was a shit title you just had invented to make the twins busy up in their mind for you to catch the heavy snow, form it into a ball and throw it at Kaoru’s face. 

“You–!” He gasps as you duck to get another one in which you failed to hit the boy another time with the snowball and it was too late… he tackled you to the ground. You yelp as his heavy weight carried you to the ground, but never crushed you as he was holding himself up. You can hear soft giggles and gasp from some of your guests at this incident.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. You chuckle at this embarrassing situation. Suddenly, someone shadowed the both of you. A strong hand gripped Kaoru’s collar and yanked him with ease off of you. The very same hand helped you stand up on your feet. You look up to see Kyoya’s harsh gaze on the twin. 

“Tackling a defenseless girl is not very nice is it not, Kaoru?”

“I wasn’t defenseless.” You mumbled under your breath. The boys were all confused as to why he was defending you openly in front of everyone. He rolled his eyes at your comment.

“It was all in good fun.” He replies winking at you and that owed him a snowball to the face by none other than Kyoya who had a shiteating grin glued on his face. “It’s on four eyes!” Kaoru yells picking up snow and throwing it directly at him and yet, it hits you. Kyoya used you as his personal meat shield. 

“Using a defenseless girl as a meat shield is not very nice is it not, Kyoya?” You barked at him and before another snowball hit you, he grabbed your arms and made you duck with him. 

“Less talking, more fighting.” He adds and you both grabbed a bunch of snow throwing it at the twins, which hit Tamaki and his guests further behind and you giggled at his blushed angry face. 

“Don’t forget about us!” Honey yells as he, Mori and Haruhi join the battle.

It was free for all, everyone was at each other's throats, there were no rules. Dirty tricks, playing safe, anything was on the table. Kaoru was mostly running away from Kyoya as he was chasing him and you running away from Hikaru and Honey as they swore you were their enemy. You were covered from head to toe with snow, you grew cold, but you wouldn’t admit defeat… Never would you admit defeat.

Kyoya was about to throw one at you, with the biggest smirk on his face. Before he could even throw it, Tamaki and Mori used a large empty flower pot filled with snow and dumped it on your opponent. You could keep your giggles in as his ego took a punch. Your laugh was loud and ugly at best, but it sounded melodious to Kyoya as he had made you laugh, a true one.

The bell finally rang and it was all over. “I guess that makes these two the winners of this fight.” You say between two giggles. Kyoya and Hikaru both wrapped one arm over each shoulder and dragged you inside with the rest of the group following you.

Tamaki, Kyoya, Honey, Mori and you were all sitting in the same class and the teacher could tell you were all playing outside by the way you were disheveled and face flushed from the cold. A smile was glued on your face as you felt Kyoya gazing at the back of your messy hair.

You kept ignoring Kyoya for the next month, burying yourself in books at school, at home, and even in your dreams. The grind of studying became a monotonous escape, but it couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was off. You couldn't shake the fact that you were shutting out Kyoya completely. The silence between you two weighed heavy on your mind, and even as you immersed yourself in equations and facts, it felt like you were losing something more than just time. The sacrifice of connection for academic gains started to seem like a questionable trade-off. You missed him? No. You’re not that desperate that you miss Kyoya. 

Tomorrow was your last exam before the Christmas break and you were thinking how excited you were to be done with it. You were in bed with your phone in your hands and texted Kyoya, but he was faster than you.  

Good luck tomorrow, goblin shark.

You crack a smile and respond quickly.

I changed my mind… You’re a sunfish. Good luck, Kyoya.

The final bell rang and she could cry tears of joy. You were done with your exams and could finally relax. You took your time to pick up your stuff as you reminisced about the last month and a half and how hard you’ve worked on your studies and how hard it was to actually ignore Kyoya. 

At first it was easy, he became this cold wall of ice as he was before you started school here and slowly it became harder when you two had to meet for a monthly dinner with both families. That night you sat side by side at dinner and his hand was on you the entire time. His slender fingers tracing circles on your thigh, his hand trailing up under your skirt just for you to want, no, need more. After that dinner, you came home like an absolute mess. You were angry at him and yet you only wanted him closer. When you came back to school, you avoided him like the plague no matter how close you two were sitting in class. 

After finally finishing packing your bag, your cheeks still warm from the lingering memories of dinner, you stepped out of the classroom. There was one last thing you needed from the music room before heading home.

The hallways were empty as you entered the music room, moving toward the secret trunk where you kept some of the eccentric costumes Tamaki always insisted you wear. You were so absorbed in whatever was on your phone that you didn’t even notice someone approaching—until you felt a hand pull you swiftly into the empty dressing room. You were about to yell at whoever dragged you, but were cut off by familiar lips crashing into yours. The soft groan that escaped his mouth made her knees grow weak. 

“The exams are over.” He whispers between kisses. “I’ve been patient, but I need this, I need you. Please let me have this.” Was he begging? You dropped your bag and lightly pushed him to the wall behind him, the mirror directly on both of them. 

You had the upper hand whether he liked it or not. And you were going to take advantage of it.

“We will do this my way.“ your fingers graze over his clothed erection — his hips buck up into your touch, “Or we won’t be doing anything at all,” he hisses, as a giggle escapes your lips. “What will it be?” You’re dragging the fabric down his hips, freeing his cock, your eyes nearly hypnotized by the slight of it, thick beads of precum dripping from the slit, before your gaze finds his again, softening.

“Your way.” He breathes and you drop to your knees, your fingers find their way around the base of his cock, drawing a ragged gasp from his lips, before you lean down and flick your tongue against his leaking tip.

Your tongue drags a thick stripe up his cock, before beginning to trace along one of his veins, your fingers slipping up to use his pre to rub up and down his length. Your thumb teases his slit, and a hiss leaves his lips, a smirk against his dick. 

“Fuck…” He looks down at you, then back at the mirror, eyes half shut. You take a peek at the mirror and he would be your undoing, he looked like a mess. You've never seen him like this and it was so satisfying knowing that he was the one who came crawling.

He groans, when his tip brushes against your throat, his fingers finding your scalp to try and ease you off,  “Y/n–” He groans before he’s cumming down your throat, hot release painting your mouth. As soon as you were done, releasing him from your mouth he leaned down to kiss you again. It was needy, messy, but it was something you dreamt of no matter how pissed at him you were before.

He holds your jaw gently. "Don't do this to us, ever again." Us... She couldn't do this ever again, because she did miss his touch as much as he did and she was so close to give up may times, but her pride put her in place. She didn't have the proper words to answer him, so her lips found his once more.

— 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬

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[scarletttries]

You Were Romeo, I Was a Scarlet Letter (Roman Roy Succession Request)

(Part two of Romeo Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone)

Pairing: Roman Roy (Succession) x Mattson!Reader

Warnings: Some spoilers for the new season, angst and fluff.

Word Count: 1.4k

Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who requested a part two to my Roman x Mattson! Reader fic! I hope you enjoy and there's still plenty of Succession requests in my inbox so more will be coming :) Also i'm going to do a special tumblr writing event soon so keep an eye out for that! 🥳

You Were Romey-o, I Was a Scarlett Letter

Since the night you and Roman had finally had your moment to be alone, you'd thought of little else. The way his lips felt pressed nervously against yours, the soft sighs he'd released as you showed him just how good you could make him feel, the longing in his gaze as his eyes lingered on you when the Mattson clan had all said goodbye to the Roy family, an obvious heartbreak glistening in them. It had been another long ten days waiting for the next time you'd even be in the same country, turning over every excuse you could think of to have the Waystar family flown over to Sweden for business. Luckily it seemed like Shiv Roy had a few ulterior motives that aligned with yours, jumping at the chance for the Roy siblings to fly over to Stockholm for the day, leaving you and Roman just one night to make up for lost time.

You felt like a teenager trying to concentrate in class despite being sat next to her crush as you zoned in and out of a presentation on share prices. The whole talk was clearly just some showy negotiation tactic you had no interest in, but watching Roman stare at the large glass window the occupied one wall of the conference room, just to catch slight glimpses of your reflection as the autumn sun set, that captured your full attention. Even from the other end of the table you could see the slight tightening in his cheek when he could finally detect your outline and couldn't fit the smile it brought him. You almost missed when the meeting finally drew to a close, Lukas asking to speak to Shiv for a moment after, and Kendall insisting he stay to 'keep in the loop', leaving you and Roman ample opportunity to slip into the elevator alone together, night air thick with anticipation as both your minds lingered on the last time you were in a confined space like this.

"Hi" Was the only thing Roman could think to say with a soft smile as he took one step to his left, landing close enough to you for your shoulders to bump gently.

"Mr Roy, why don't I give you a tour of Stockholm tonight? As our guest and future colleague." You plastered on your best customer-service smile as Roman furrowed his brow in your direction, watching your eyes gesture to the corner of the elevator exaggeratedly. Noticing the small blinking light he nodded, putting on his smarmiest voice to reply,

"You can just drop me off at any whorehouse or den of inequities and I'll be just fine thank you." Puffing out his chest, he wasted no time harging out of the elevator doors the moment they sprang apart. You had the fight back a laugh as you trailed him through the lobby, Roman stopping only to hold open doors for you before charging ahead again until you were outside in the cold and marching towards the rest of the city,

"This left Mr Roy." You said firmly, taking the lead now you were out in your element, waiting until you were out of sight of all the office cameras. Stopping abruptly you grabbed his hand in yours, pulling him tightly against your chest and leaning forward to catch his lips off-guard. He almost crashed into you in his keenness to finally be himself with you, body pressing hard against you as he smiled against your lips, arms wrapping around your back as if he never wanted to let go again. It felt so right to be this close again, sharing your body heat in the cool evening breeze, the tip of his nose tracing the outline of yours with every eager kiss. Finally leaning back for a non-negotiable breath he sighed out sincerely,

"I'm enjoying the tour so far."

"Now we just need to find you a house and I've done my job." A cackle erupted through his throat at your course joke, happily following suit as you grabbed his hand and began to walk into the city, certain he would follow wherever you led him without limit. He watched as you confidently led him through winding streets and pointed out places you knew and loved. Roman wished he'd ever felt as at home anywhere, as you seemed to be right here with him.

"I don't usually bring guys to my favourite bar on a first date so count yourself lucky." Holding open a little red door you could have easily missed if you weren't looking for it, Roman ducked under your arm, taking in the deceptively big space.

"I don't remember agreeing to go on a date with you." He teased, watching you roll your eyes as you squeezed his hand softly, easing his reflex to wait, flinching for a punishment for talking back. "Are you sure no-one's going to put this on twitter, since we're, you know, fraternising enemies?" He asked, nervously eying each of the bar's patrons, trying to hide his genuine concern in his usual snarky demeanour.

"I don't remember agreeing to fraternise with you." He replied with a wink, " I promise, no-one here knows who we are." He feigned an offended gasp, clutching his chest as you dragged him towards the sparsely attended dance floor at the back of the room. You could tell his little scowling face was about to argue, so you silenced his concerns the best way you could; draping your arms over his shoulders and pulling his lips onto yours. Relaxing reluctantly his hands found your waist, gently swaying your hips against his as you both let yourself drift along to the electric pop playing quietly through tinny speakers.

You let your head fall to his shoulder and held him tight, his hands reciprocating in an embrace you clearly both needed. It had been a lot to be apart after just a couple of perfect nights; the niggling doubt that any of this was real, that you had a hope in hell of making something real, that your families and businesses weren't going to crumble around you with one slight touch. But for a brief moment you both felt an intense wave of comfort just from being there together, a perfect moment reminding you what this was all for. And though you both knew that right now you were in the eye of the storm, a temporary peace that would inevitably be shattered, you couldn't help but feel it would all be worth it.

In the weeks apart you had fantasised about everywhere you and Roman could spend your precious night together, deciding if just bringing him home and ripping off his clothes was the best thing you could do to cherish that connection. But being out, in public, dancing in a bar like two normal people without gravity bending expectations pressing down on your shoulders, it was more than what you worried might just be lust.

"This is lovely." You sighed out, a soft chuckle slipping out of Roman's lips as he nodded in agreement, clutching you against his chest as he buried his face in your neck, breathing the comforting scent of you in so deeply he hoped it might stay in his lungs more than for a mere moment if he just held his breath long enough.

"You know I don't like my family that much?" His voice was small and timid as he uttered the words just beside your ear, the implications clear to you both as you tried not to let your hopes fly up to high where Lukas could shoot them down.

"But they are your family. And Lukas is mine. So for now, this is all we get." You were resigned to your fate for as long as this deal would take, the solemn look in your eyes enough to make Roman's heart ache like you were still apart. He nodded and resumed his slow sway, hands never leaving you for a moment.

"Well, deal's don't take forever. And for now, this is pretty great. I can wait if you can."

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Author's note part two: I just wanted to say this part two was heavily inspired by the song WIRED by Jessica Leigh if anyone is interested in a musical recommendation from me!

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Supposed to be a one night thing

Steve x reader x Bucky

Mob! Au

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Sleeping with two men after sharing a couple of dances and drinks with them was not your best moment.

Especially since you three started before you even left the club.

The next morning you had snuck out of the hotel room they'd brought you to before either man had a chance to wake up.

You thought that was it. One night, two months ago.

Except now, sitting on your bathroom floor, you realised that hadn't been it.

"God, fucking damn it." You swore, staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hands.

"Y/N, you good in there?" Wanda called from the other side of the doorway.

"No, I'm dead." You called back sarcastically, still staring at the stick.

"Don't take that tone with me, miss missy," Wanda said as she opened the door. "It's positive, isn't it?" She asked, closing the door behind her.

"I thought there was protection." You whispered as Wanda came and sat beside you. "I could've sworn there were condoms, and I'm on the pill! For Christ's sake!" You cried, throwing the stick across the room.

"The pill doesn't always work, and you said you were all really drunk, didn't you?" Wanda questioned you as her arm wound around your shoulders.

"We were." You nodded, curling into Wanda's side.

"Well, there you go. It doesn't take a genius to make a baby." Wanda tried to joke.

"No, it just takes so many shots of vodka." You groaned.

"Is it too soon to ask you what you want to do?" Wanda wondered.

"I don't know what I want to do yet." You said with a sigh. "I don't even know who those men or which is the father." You said, hiding your face in your hands. "God, I'm a slut."

"Oh, please, those two are the first men you've slept with in two years. You're hardly a slut." Wanda told you.

"I'm barely twenty-four, Wands. I don't know if I can be a mom." You said, looking at your friend.

"You have pretty much adopted those four kids that work for you. You're the most mothery person I know, and that's including other mothers." Wanda said.

"If I did keep it, I have nana's bakery, so it's not like I'm strapped for cash." You hummed. "I might have to find somewhere else to live."

"We have the spare room, hon. Granted, it's a little small, but it'll be fine for now for bubs." Wanda said. "Oh, I have to make a nursery Pinterest board now! When do we know if it's a girl or a boy? Or should we go something between like purple?" She questioned you.

"You'd still want to live with me? With a baby that'll spend half its first year screaming?" You rose a brow at the woman.

"It's not like my insomnia lets me sleep anyway." Wanda shrugged. "Hey, look at me. You are my best friend, the sister I wanted but didn't get. Of course, I wasn't going to kick you out when you're pregnant." She promised you.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" You asked the woman. 

"Not lately." She smiled.

"I love you, Wands."

"I love you too, Y/N. We'll figure this out. I promise."

Two Months Later

"I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!" Wanda cheered as she exited the doctor's office first.

"It was a fifty-fifty chance, Wanda." You rolled your eyes with a smile.

"But still, I was right!" She grinned, looping her arm around you. "And I think we should get ice cream for my little detkas."

"Not for you or me? Just for what's in my womb?" You rose a brow at the woman.

"I mean, we're going to get some too, but this way, we can pretend we're being healthy," Wanda said as the two of you rounded a corner.

But before the two of you could continue on your way, two black SUVs stopped in front of you.

"Should we run?" You asked, eyes darting to Wanda in fear.

"Too late." She nodded to another SUV behind you both.

"Ladies." A blonde man called as he exited one SUV, three other men right behind him. "We're going to need you to come with us."

"Yeah, we didn't ask for a ride, but thanks anyway." You said, causing a dark-skinned man to laugh.

"That's cute, honey, but the bosses want to see you." He chuckled. 

"You wouldn't want to start something that might hurt the baby in your belly, would you?" A man with long black hair wondered, causing another to smack him in the back of the head.

"Nothing will happen to any of you three if you just get in the car." The blonde man spoke again.

"I don't think we have much of a choice here, Y/N," Wanda whispered to you.

"No, I don't think we do." You sighed before the two of you began walking towards the men.

As the two of you got closer, the blonde man took hold of your forearm and pulled you into one car while another took Wanda and began dragging her towards the other.

"Wait, where are you taking her?" You demanded, watching as Wanda was bundled into the back of the other car. 

"Don't worry about her. She's going to be just fine as long as you cooperate." The man said as you were pushed into the car.

"How did no one react to two people being kidnapped in broad daylight?" You muttered to yourself.

"People see what we tell them to see." The dark-skinned man said as the car began to drive.

Too scared to anger your kidnappers, you kept silent in the back seat, your arms wrapped around your belly.

The windows were tinted so darkly that you couldn't tell where the men had driven you or how long it had been since you got into the car.

But all too soon, the car stopped.

"C'mon, little lady." The blonde said, opening your door and trying to take your arm.

Wrenching yourself out of his grasp, you stepped to the side before glaring at him.

"Put your hand on me, and it'll be the last thing it ever touches." You snapped, causing the darker man to laugh loudly as the blonde had the intelligence to look scared.

"Oh, I'm gonna like having you around." The man said, holding his hand out to you. "Sam."

"I'm not taking your hand." You said, wrapping your arms around your stomach.

"Fair enough." He nodded, letting his hand fall to his side. "This way." He gestured for you to follow him, the blonde man behind you.

You were certain you were going to die. 

That you, your babies, and Wanda, too, would all be dead by the end of the hour.

And your fears weren't lessened as Sam led you through what looked like an office building and bundled you into an elevator before pressing the top floor button.

"In you go, sweetheart," Sam said once the doors opened.

If you were going to die, there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

Steeling your shoulders, you walked out of the elevator into what appeared to be a large office.

You felt sorry for whoever was going to have to clean your blood out of these carpets.

"Y/N L/N." A man from behind the desk stated, causing you to freeze.

"I think she's surprised to see us, Buck." The other man chuckled.

"Of course, she is. I bet you never thought you'd see us again, huh, sweet thing?" Bucky questioned you, resting his elbows on the desk in front.

"Well, that is why I left before you two woke up." You sighed, walking closer to the two.

"You didn't think you could hide our baby from us, did you?" Steve cocked his head.

"Well, I didn't know who you were or have a phone number, and there's not exactly a message board for anonymous motel sex, is there?" You snarked, taking the seat opposite them. 

"You don't know who we are?" 

"Besides intimate details, no." You said, causing the two to share a look you couldn't discern. "What I do want to know is why the hell you had me and my friend kidnapped in broad daylight?"

"You're carrying our child, Y/N," Steve said as if that were all the explanation you needed.

"Which I still don't know how you found out about." You raised a brow.

"Our friend's wife works at your doctor's office. He recognised you." Bucky shrugged. 

"Okay, enough with the half-assed answers." You snapped.

"You might want to be careful what you say to us, kitten," Steve said warningly.

"I remember you liked my mouth. Or was it just what went in it and not out?" You narrowed your eyes at the blonde as Bucky laughed loudly.

"She's got fire, Stevie."

"Look, we can all agree that this," You gestured to your rounded stomach. "Is not what any of us planned. So, why don't you two go back to not knowing?" You suggested.

"Not knowing?"

"Yeah, me and my friend, who better still be in one piece, go back home, and you two can stay here and do whatever the hell it is you do." You explained. "You won't hear from any of us again."

"And what would you say if we offered you a million dollars to have this baby, give it to us, and you go on with your life?" Bucky offered.

"You could offer me the moon, and I'd turn it down." You shook your head.

"That's our baby, kitten." Steve reminded you. 

"It wouldn't be your baby if I filed for a restraining order, would it?" You asked, trying to sound threatening, only for the two to laugh.

"There isn't a judge in this city who isn't in our pocket, sweet thing," Bucky mentioned.

"How about we come to the obvious solution?" Steve asked, causing you to cock your head at him. "Co-parenting."

"There'd be rules." You crossed your arms across your chest.

"On both ends." Bucky nodded. 

"And conditions." You added. "Starting with my friend walking out of here without a scratch on her."

"Done." Steve nodded. "One of ours is you, and the baby would have to live with us."

"Excuse me?" You scoffed.

"We have a lot of enemies, sweet thing. It'd be safer for both of you." Bucky mentioned.

"Who the hell are you two?" You snapped, tired of the two's vague words.

"Sweetheart, we're the head of the Avengers mob."

"How the fuck did you not know you were sleeping with two mob bosses?" Wanda demanded as she entered the room Steve and Bucky had given you.

Apparently, the building Sam and the man you'd come to know as Clint had brought you to had many uses.

The lower floors were one of Steve and Bucky's many businesses, this one legal, and the top floors were home to them and theirs.

That now included you.

"I don't pay attention to who people are, Wanda! I don't know who the fucking President is!" You groaned, holding your head in your hands.

"After we fix this, you're not leaving my sight. Next thing I know, you'll be inviting a terrorist to dinner." Wanda sighed, sinking to sit beside you. "Did they hurt you?"

"No." You shook your head. "I don't think they will."

"They kidnapped us." Wanda reminded you.

"They could done a lot worse." You sighed. "Steve and Bucky said they'd call you a car when you're ready to go."

"Like hell, I'm leaving you here." Wanda scoffed. "You can tell them they can either set me up a bedroom next to yours, or we're sharing a bed."

"Wanda, it'd be safer for you back at the apartment." You told her.

"Y/N, after my parents, and Piet, you and these detkas are all the family I have left. I'm not going anywhere." Wanda promised, taking your hand.

"Alright. I'll let them know."

"My friend gets to stay."

"Deal."

"And you keep all your mob dealings away from us."

"We can do that."

"But we need you to stay here for your own safety."

"I have a business to run."

"We have an intern who can take over for you."

"I'd need to meet him."

"We can arrange for that."

"We're also going to need to keep the baby a secret. We've got a lot of enemies."

"I understand." You nodded. "But you should know, it's babies."

Three months pregnant

Steve and Bucky had been quite accommodating in the month you'd been forcibly moved into their home. 

The two had given Wanda a room next to yours, though she ended up staying in your bed most nights.

"Someone's got to watch over you."

They brought in their own doctor, who was on hand 24/7 and even found a prenatal expert they trusted.

And strangely enough, for two one-night stands, the two were very interested in you and the babies in your belly.

"And bon appetite!" Steve grinned, placing a plate in front of you. 

"You know you don't have to cook for us, right? There's a kitchen in my rooms." You reminded him as Bucky took a seat to your left.

"Bruce says you should stay off your feet. He says there's an increased risk of miscarrying with multiples." He said, pinching a piece of bacon off your plate. 

"Hey! Don't touch our bacon!" You gasped, moving your plate out of his reach.

"Buck, you have your own plate." Steve sighed, nodding to the one in front of the brunette. 

"Aw, but Stevie, stolen bacon always tastes better," Bucky whined, causing the blonde to shake his head.

"How you two run a mob, I have no idea." You shook your head. 

"That's easy," Bucky said, shoving bacon into his mouth. "No one gets to see this side of us."

"No one?" You raised a brow. "Not even Sam, who I saw here two days ago walking around in his underwear?" 

"To be fair, he was shot in the leg," Steve smirked. "Makes it harder to wear pants."

"What Steve meant to say is that very few get to see this side of us. Our family basically." Bucky told you.

"Well, I get to see this side of you. And I'm not family." You reminded the man.

"Sweetheart, you are carrying our children. You are more family than you think."

Five months pregnant

"Y/N, are you alright?" Steve asked as you stormed into the living room with Clint on your tail.

"Just fine, no thanks to your little bodyguard." You snapped, moving into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

"What did you do?" You overheard Bucky ask Clint.

"I did what you asked me. I took her into town like she wanted, and kept close."

"And ruined my date." You said, reentering the living room. "You just had to talk to the guy, didn't you?"

"Alright, Clint, why don't you head home for the day?" Steve suggested with a chuckle.

"Oh, go from one overly emotional pregnant woman to another? Thanks, boss." Clint shook his head before leaving the three of you alone.

"So, you were on a date?" Steve rose a brow.

"I don't have to ask your permission to date." You grumbled before chugging half your water bottle. "Besides, it wasn't a real date anyway. We were gonna have coffee and go into the bathroom." You admitted quietly as your cheeks burned red.

"You were looking for someone to sleep with?" Bucky questioned you, choking on his saliva.

"Don't you two judge me. I wasn't going to say anything about this." You gestured between the three of you.

"Why were you trying to get fucked in a coffee house bathroom?"

"Because your kids have made me so fucking horny at all times of the day." You snapped before sinking into a chair with a sigh. "It's a lovely side effect of pregnancy, isn't it?"

"You know, if you wanted a quick lay, you could have just asked."

"Excuse me?" You rose a brow.

"Well, it's not like we haven't done it before. Clearly." Bucky gestured to your protruding stomach. "And this way, you wouldn't be trying to squeeze in a stall with a stranger."

"Don't think we were gonna make it to a stall, but okay." You muttered. "I thought you two were together, and what we did was a result of way too many shots."

"I mean kinda."

"Bucky!" Steve scolded, reaching out and hitting the brunette in the chest.

"Don't hit me, Steve!" Bucky whined, moving away from the man. "That wasn't all I was going to say, geez."

"How you two run a mob." You muttered to yourself.

"Look, what we did wasn't exactly planned. I mean, we were all drunk, and I don't think either of us planned to get you pregnant,"

"I hope not."

"But it happened. And we're all in each other's lives now." Bucky continued. "And it's not as if Steve and I aren't attracted to you."

"This won't make things weird?" You asked, looking between the two.

"Not if we don't make it weird," Steve told you. "Besides, it's not like either of us is going anywhere any time soon."

"What do you say, kitten? You still horny?" Bucky asked with a smirk. 

"Have been for about three weeks." You said, struggling to your feet and moving towards your bedroom. "You coming?"

"Going to be." 

"Not as much as you will be."

Eight Months Pregnant

You had been sleeping with Bucky and Steve for three months now. And honestly, you didn't want it to stop. You weren't sure when it happened or how, but you'd fallen in love with the two.

Wanda hadn't exactly been thrilled when you'd admitted the secret.

"So not only are you carrying the two mobsters' babies, you're now in love with them?" Wanda had demanded. "Oh, honey, you're really in it now, aren't you?"

Of course, you hadn't admitted to either that your feelings had changed. Because if there hadn't, you'd have to spend the rest of your life around them feeling an intense awkwardness.

Well, right now, you wished you had said something.

"Shit," Peter swore, his head falling back against the wall.

"Stop moving, Pete." You rasped from across the room. "You've got at least two broken ribs."

There had been a problem at the bakery that only you could solve so after crawling out of Steve and Bucky's bed and showering the stench of sex off you, Clint had driven you to the bakery.

Peter had been with you while Clint had answered a call from Sam in the front room. That's all it had taken before the back room was gassed.

You had called for Clint, trying to warn him of the attack, as Peter had dragged you into the alley.

But someone had been waiting for you in the alley. You weren't sure who it was or how many had been there because someone had quickly hit you over the head.

And now the two of you were chained to opposites of a room straight out of a torture porn scenario.

"Broken ribs are gonna be the least of my problems when Steve and Bucky find us." Peter groaned, closing his eyes.

"They aren't going to touch you." You promised the younger man as you shifted uncomfortably. 

To anyone else, it looked as though you were uncomfortable due to the terrible conditions of your kidnapping. But what you were afraid to admit out loud was that your discomfort was because of the twins in your womb.

"They're going to kill me." Peter miserably said.

"Peter, this wasn't your fault." You firmly told him. "And if they try anything, I'll kick them both in the ass." You said, causing him to chuckle.

Before Peter could retort, or you could continue to reassure him of his safety, the door to your prison opened. 

And in walked a stunning woman.

"Karla." Peter sat as upright as he could as he glared at the smirking woman.

"Hello, Peter." The woman purred. "So sorry about the rough arrival. Science doesn't like to wait."

"Peter?" You spoke, struggling to sit up. "You want to introduce me to our friend?"

"This is Karla Sofen. She was supposed to be on our side." Peter said, continuing to glare at the woman.

"Steve and Bucky promised me many things, and in the end, they couldn't deliver." Karla tsked.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing like that, sweetie," Karla said, moving towards you. "I'm a scientist. They wanted my help with a few things."

"But we found out she was experimenting on people and their DNA." Peter snapped.

"They said I could continue my personal research." Karla shrugged.

"They didn't know it was fucking with people's genes!"

"My, my, language, Peter. What would your mother think?" Karla asked Peter with a smirk.

"So, you've kidnapped us because you're mad at Steve and Bucky?" You interjected before Karla could continue to taunt Peter.

"A little." Karla shrugged. "But I do get an added bonus by having you, sweet thing." She said, moving closer to you.

"And what would that be?"

"I have a little idea that if successful would truly allow twins, or any set of multiples, to be physically and mentally connected. The problem was, getting a set of multiples. That was until I found out about you." Karla said, kneeling down to your level.

"No." You gasped, unable to stop the tears from filling your eyes and trickling down your cheeks.

Stupid hormones.

"Oh, no, no, no. Don't cry, sweet thing." Karla cooed, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "I'm not going to hurt them. Not while they're safely nestled in your womb."

You tried to pull away from the woman, but you were already pressed against a wall.

"After all, you can't gauge the reactions of a test subject when you can't see them," Karla smirked, rising to her feet. "You'll be seeing me soon."

"Peter?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think they're looking for us yet?"

"I think they're burning the city down looking for you," Peter promised.

"I hope so." You murmured before wincing.

"Y/N?" Peter asked, sitting up straighter.

"I'm fine." You lied, moving to lie down on the cold floor.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N." Peter snapped. "What's wrong with the twins?"

"Nothing. Nothing. They're fine."

"Y/N." Peter started before you let out a gasp. "Y/N?"

"My water broke, Peter." You whispered.

"Oh shit."

"Look, Y/N, I really don't want to tell the pregnant woman what to do, but you have to try and stay quiet." Peter urged you.

"Fuck off, Parker!" You quietly snapped, biting into your fist to quiet your yells. "This kids not waiting, Pete. I think I'm gonna have to push." You cried.

"Then you're gonna have to push." Peter nodded.

"I didn't want it to go this way. I wanted Steve and Bucky to be here. I wanted the twins to be safe." You sobbed.

"Y/N, look at me." Peter pleaded. "Look, if I could come any closer, I'd be right there holding your hand, but I can't. And unfortunately, right now, this is the situation we're working with. I can't promise Steve or Bucky right now, but I promise you, nothing is going to happen to your babies."

You wanted to nod and smile at Peter's encouraging speech. You wanted to sit up and push these babies out in one go with no problems, but none of that was possible.

"Oh shit." You whimpered, hand shooting to your stomach. "I think I have to push."

Before Peter could respond, two things happened. 

One, you were already shimming out of the clothes on your lower half.

And two, the sound of gunshots echoed throughout the room.

"Oh, thank God." Peter breathed, averting his eyes from you. "That's them."

"They better hurry, or both of 'em will be sleeping on the couch." You grunted. 

The sound of gunfire easily covered your increasingly louder cries as the baby was getting closer to tearing its way into the world.

You could almost drown out the deafening sound as you tried to remember what your birthing coach had taught you. In fact, you almost entirely blocked out what was happening around you, until the sound of thundering footsteps got closer to your door.

You saw Peter sit upright at the noise, prepared to do what little he could in this situation when two matching gunshots rang out before something thumped to the ground.

The door slammed open, denting the wall it hit, as Bucky and Steve barreled inside.

"Oh thank God." Steve sighed, rushing to your side. 

"We didn't think we'd make it in time," Bucky said, picking the lock on your chains.

"Nope, right in time." You grunted. "Enough with the locks. Barnes, give me your hand. Steve, get down there and get ready to catch."

"What?" The two froze.

"She's in labour!" Peter exclaimed, causing the two mob bosses to rush into action.

"Oh, I swear, I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!"

"Oh, I love them." You gushed, staring down at the bundles in your arms.

After delivering both twins, and them being declared healthy as can be, Steve, Bucky and what seemed like an army, delivered you all back to your home.

Wanda had been quick to squeeze the life out of you for scaring her before giving her goddaughters the same treatment. 

Wanda, and, Steve and Bucky's friends had all come and gone, leaving just the five of you together.

"How can anyone not?" Bucky whispered, running a gentle finger along one of the sleeping girl's cheeks.

"It's gonna be really hard to say no to either of them," Steve mentioned, watching the twins with the same sappy smile he'd been wearing for hours.

"You're gonna spoil them, aren't ya?" You smirked at the blonde.

"I plead the fifth." He said, causing you and Bucky to laugh quietly.

"You really scared us today, kitten," Bucky mentioned as the two of you sobered.

"We went a little crazy when we found out you were taken," Steve admitted.

"Peter thought you might burn down the city." You told the two.

"We were thinking about it," Bucky said, and you didn't think he was joking.

"I was scared too." You said, looking down at the babies. "Scared she'd take our babies and hurt them, scared she was gonna kill Peter and me, and honestly, I was scared I wouldn't get to see either of you ever again." 

You felt a finger hook under your chin and found yourself looking into Steve's eyes.

"You were scared you wouldn't see us again?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." You nodded, swallowing back the tears at the memories. "I should have said something sooner, but I was scared, but I'm not scared anymore. I love the two of you. I don't want to be co-parents with you, I want the three of us to be together and just be these kids' parents. 

I know it's dangerous, and I know I'm going to be worried about the two of you more often than not, but I think you're worth it. I think the three of us being together is worth it." You said, swallowing harshly once you had finished your impromptu speech.

"I can't believe you beat Steve to the speech." Bucky laughed. "Kitten, when we heard you were taken, we decided that once we got you back we were gonna ask you the same thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. And if you'll have us, we'd love to be in this with you 100%." Steve smiled. "As partners, lovers, the parents to the cutest girls ever born."

"Except for their mother." Bucky cut in.

"Except for their mother." Steve agreed. "What do you say?"

"How did I ever think this was supposed to be a one night thing?" You smiled at the two. "Yes. I want this. I want both of you. I want this family."

"And you'll have it."

"Along with anything else your heart could ever desire."

"It already has everything it could ever want."

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day 10: eggnog | yoon jeonghan

↳ the one about jeonghan dealing with your lightweight ass

◇ yoon jeonghan x female reader ◇ fluff | established relationship ◇ no warnings ◇ 702 words

authors note: this is for day 10 of @svthub december prompt challenge: eggnog. please let me know what you think and send me an ask if you'd like to be tagged for the rest of the challenge. i hope you guys enjoy!

“There he is!” you squeal as soon as he rounds the corner and Jeonghan instantly knows that something is terribly amiss.

“Hi…?” Jeonghan greets, but it comes out more like a question. “Is everything okay?”

Giggling like a little girl, you lean in and motion for him to come closer with your hand; like you’re about to tell him a secret that no one else is meant to hear. “Everything is fine,” you whisper and when he breathes in the faint smell of brandy from your breath, he knows exactly what happened.

“I left you for all of two minutes,” Jeonghan grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose, which apparently is the wrong move because he sees your bottom lip start to quiver and sees the tears well up in your eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?” you sniff and he gapes at you, not knowing what to do. “I know that I wasn’t supposed to have anything too heavy to drink but I thought the eggnog would be safe.”

Jeonghan rubs his hands up and down your arm in an attempt to soothe you. “Sweetheart, you didn’t do anything wrong,” he tries to reassure you in hopes to keep your usual drunken tantrums at bay. “You can usually handle eggnogs but those idiots probably laced it with something stronger.”

From the corner of his eye, Jeonghan sees Mingyu, Seokmin and Soonyoung emerge from behind the wall before they kneel and put their hands together in prayer, begging for his forgiveness. Gently, he ushers you to the nearest seat and promises that he’ll be right back once he’s sat you down.

Approaching the three kneeling men, he flicks them all on the forehead one by one. “How many did you give her?” Jeonghan asks with narrow eyes.

“Only the one,” the boys reply in chorus.

Jeonghan raises a brow in question before calling out, “Baby, how many eggnogs did you have?”

“Three!” you answer with glee, holding out three fingers towards him.

Jeonghan flicks their foreheads once more before reminding them that you are indeed a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.

“We’re sorry,” Seokmin says, smiling through the pain.

“We won’t give her so much next time,” Soonyoung flinches.

Jeonghan narrows his eyes, not at all appeased by what they’ve said.

“Ah,” Mingyu figures it out, “there won’t be a next time! We won’t give her any more laced drinks ever.”

“You always were the smart one, Gyu,” Jeonghan moves to pat Mingyu on the shoulder but the latter jumps to the wall, thinking the elder was going to smack him.

Jeonghan laughs before heading back to where you are and helping you stand up. “Time to go,” he declares and loops your arm around his, resting your hand on the crook of his elbow. “Make sure you guys tell Seungcheol why we had to leave.”

The three boys groan in unison just as you and Jeonghan round the corner and he can barely refrain himself from laughing, only doing so once you smack him on the arm.

“They’re going to catch us if you’re not careful,” you warn him.

“They would never,” he assures you, stopping to crouch in front of you and offering his back for you to hop onto. “Those guys are slow on the uptake once they’ve had some alcohol in their system.”

Shrugging off your heels, you jump on his back and allow him to carry you in a piggyback. “How long do you think we can keep pulling this off?” you ask. 

Since the very beginning, you’ve always pretended to be a lightweight when it comes to alcohol, at Jeonghan’s behest, even though you can actually handle a lot more than a regular person could. This way, Jeonghan is able to get the both of you excused from staying too long at a party and head back to the comforts of your home.

“Forever, if I can help it,” Jeonghan replies, turning to kiss the inside of your arm that hangs loosely from his elbows. “I really lucked out with you, huh?”

“Don’t you forget it,” you hum and place a kiss on his cheek because you’re just as lucky to end up with him.

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[damisalakowrites]

Just an Introduction

Hi there! I'm Dami. I'm an author who writes YA fantasy and YA science fiction. My debut will be released August 2025 with Inked in Gray Press.

My upcoming book is called, "Children with Gifts" (although I'm considering a name change). But here's the pitch:

SIX OF CROWS meets Marvel’s XMEN in “CHILDREN WITH GIFTS," a high-stakes urban fantasy about young people with powers and the lengths we’ll go for the ones we love. Four mercenaries with incredible gifts are hired to bury a dangerous secret. But when they discover the truth about their mission, they decide to pull off a brazen heist and expose a conspiracy that could forever change the world and their understanding of it.

I'll be posting my thoughts about writing, editing, and publishing as well as snippets and "behind the scenes" of my writing process. I'm currently querying another YA fantasy about dragons, phoenixes, and what it really means to be a monster.

I'm also a psychiatrist! I've spent years listening to other people’s stories and doing my best to support them through their journeys. This passion translates into my writing. My goal, dream, and priority is to thoughtfully, accurately, and intentionally write about mental illness without sensationalizing or romanticizing it. I see my friends, my patients, and myself in the characters that I write.

My hope is for other people to see themselves in these stories and know that even though it’s not ok, they’re ok.

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Until the next time!

[tanktopgallavich]

🚑✨Weekly Tag Wednesday✨🚑

thank you to the lovely @deedala, @metalheadmickey and @lingy910y for tagging me! 💜

Name: ri

Zodiac Sign: libra ⚖

Personality type in enneagram, myers-briggs, or both: isfp and 2

Before we hit the road, what snack are you gonna bring for our trip? salt and vinegar potato chips (but it has to be very vinegary kind that burn your tongue)

Navigator gets to pick the music so what song are you turning on? i gotta pick na na na by my chemical romance, even though i mentioned it last week, because it is one of my favorite driving songs

💥 What is a universe from a fantasy tv show you would like to visit? idk, i didn't enjoy the shadowhunters tv series, but the universe seems cool to pop into for a short visit.

And what about a fantasy movie? the movies were not great, but i very much enjoyed the book series so the percy jackson universe. i'd have to also be a demigod though.

Okay, how about a scifi tv show? the mandalorian, but end of season 3 so it's not dangerous lol. i just wanna chill on a tract of land on nevarro with din djarin and grogu please.

And a scifi movie universe? star wars, i guess. is it ever safe there though?

Any other tv show or movie universes you'd like to swing by before we move on? star trek and (damn i really wanted to avoid saying this because fuck the author) harry potter

Okay hold on to your butts we're switching gears to fanfic universes. Tell me which fanfic universe we're visiting first? the magical universe in mutually beneficial by ravenheart where ian owns a magical flower shop and mickey owns the tattoo shop next door.

Cool, do you have one more you'd like to stop at before we head home? the sweetpea universe by @whatthebodygraspsnot because i need to see ian and mickey as cats 😻

Alright, on our way out of fanfic land you get to snag some tropes to bring home and apply to your own life, think fast! soulmates or enemies to lovers // coffee shop or flower shop // fake relationship or slow burn // amnesia or time loop // body swap or miscommunication // love triangle or arranged marriage // sharing a bed or drunken confession

Wow okay, hope those tropes work out for you!! Our adventure has finally come to an end, where in the world am I dropping you off? leave me in london, please

tagging: @francesrose3, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @michellemisfit, @too-schoolforcool, @gallawitchxx, @vintagelacerosette, @heymrspatel, @ian-galagher, @transmickey, @mikhailoisbaby, @juliakayyy, @ardent-fox, @such-a-barbarian, @palepinkgoat, @suzy-queued

[kalevalakryze]

9 people you'd like to know more

asdfghjkl ty for the tag @stellanslashgeode !

Last song: "I'm Born To Run" by American Authors

Currently reading: (it has been so long since I've been able to sit down with a book) Still working my way through

Shatterpoint by Matthew Stover

and

Thrawn Book One by Timothy Zahn

Currently Watching: Exclusively Bob's Burgers, I know we were expecting something like star wars, but my brain is small and the Belcher family always delivers serotonin, like, this series in on loop all the time nowadays.

Next on my Watchlist: pffff fuck uhh, I've been meaning to watch Alone, one of those wilderness survival contestant shows on Netflix, but I truly cannot sit still long enough

Current Obsessions: the wolfwren brainrot has been all consuming and life altering. But I also have ADHD so you can't possibly expect there to be one obsession

Mandalorian Armor is my second love right now, my pieces are starting to show up so I get to put my kit together and look at all the new things. I can do to it

also... y'all I don't even know nine people hang on

no pressure tags to the people I see/interact w the most ig?

@mandalorianfleshenjoyer , @balenciagaaaaaaaa , @khaoticnico , @dragonlady05 , @guesswhattimeitis , @jono723 , @paddymoon , @bluedeedeedoop , @thatmadfirenationprincess

[hoboal87]

Fool Us Twice Writing Challenge

@synmorite and I are hosting a Challenge! Starting this month, which happens to be our birthday month (plus the bebe currently growing inside @hoboal87) and with no end date.

We want you to write a fic whose purpose is to trick us into believing something that isn’t true. As some of you know, Syn and I love to theorize the hell out of fics, and we're quite good at it. Throw us for a loop! We want you to trick us. 

For example: Make us believe someone is a villain but turns out they’re the good guy, or vice-versa! Or maybe the reader thinks he/she/they are being cheated on, but it’s really that the s/o is shopping for engagement rings (or go for the opposite and bring on the angst).

Bend the rules however you see fit, but it should still make sense once the twist is revealed. Distract us with other details. Is there a large time jump? Was something revealed about a character and they haven’t been heard from since? Does a character have a mysterious past? Make us focus on the why, even though it might be irrelevant to the story itself. The point is: make us believe the lie. You can use any type of literary device; unreliable narrator, red herrings, Chekhov's gun, flashbacks/flashforwards, in medias res, framing devices, ect. 

Interested? Check out the rules below!

Some Rules:

18+ participants only please

No minimum word count, max 3k per part. 

Any genre - Angst, smut, fluff, crack are all welcome. Please tag/warn your fic accordingly

If you choose to write smut, no scat or piss play. We both are pretty much open to anything outside of that, but if you're not sure you can send either of us a DM

Fandoms: Supernatural (Sam, Dean, John), Walker, The Boys, and any iteration (soulless!Sam, Demon!Dean, ect.) of those characters as well as RPF for those fandoms. Crossovers are more than welcome and encouraged! 

RIs, OCs, and Ships. We respectfully ask for no Destiel smut as neither of us are particular fans.

Need an idea for a pairing? Sastiel, Saileen, Denny, Dean/Cordell, Dean/SB, Sam/Jess, SB/Cordell, SB/Stella, Butcher/Liam, Cordell/Liam, Cordell/Stella. Think your pairing is unusual? Please write it!

If you write any RPF, wife-hate is not acceptable. 

We do ask if you decide to stay compliant or adjacent to the SPN canon, no mentions of the Barn or Dean’s death.

Post in at least two parts with the twist in the second part so we can theorize!

You can pick from either option one or two, or both, it's completely up to you!

Sign ups are not required, but if you'd like to let us know you can DM either @synmorite or @hoboal87

Please tag both of us as well as use the hashtag #trick and treat hobosyn in the first 5 tags

if one or both of us don't reblog within 48 hours please send us a DM

First option: pick a song or movie from 1987. Use this as the inspiration for your fic. Multiple authors may choose the same song/movie.

Bad by Michael Jackson

Livin’ on a Prayer by Bon Jovi

With or Without You by U2

Here I Go Again by Whitesnake 

Don't Dream it's Over by Crowded House

I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffani

I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For by U2

Didn’t We Almost Have it All? by Whitney Houston

The Next Time I Fall by Peter Cetera and Amy Grant

Alone by Heart

Wanted Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi

U Got the Look by Prince

(I Just) Died in Your Arms by Cutting Crew

Lean on Me by Club Nouveau

(You Gotta) Fight For Your Right (To Party) by Beastie Boys

Little Lies by Fleetwood Mac

Notorious by Duran Duran

The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby and the Range

Three Men and a Baby

Fatal Attraction

Flowers in the Attic

The Princess Bride

Dirty Dancing

The Lost Boys

Moonstruck

Overboard

Throw Momma From the Train

Lethal Weapon

Mannequin

Some Kind of Wonderful

The Untouchables

Predator

Roxanne

Adventures in Babysitting

Full Metal Jacket

Second option: Below is our Wish List of Tropes that we love to read. We have a wide variety of favorite tropes and once again, we aren’t here to judge.

Have Fun! We can't wait to read and theorize your fics!

A/B/O breeding farm

Dark Winchesters

CNC

Hand/Size Kink

Fuck or Die

Wincest

Weecest

A/B/O True Mates

Dadchesters

Genderswap

Walkercest

Rough sex

dub-con/non-con

Serial Killer AU

Possessive/obsession 

Breeding Kink

Knife Kink

De-Aging

Chef AU

Inappropriate Relationships

Grooming

Dark J3

Medical AU

Age Gaps

Mpreg 

Historic AU

[truthuntold-ex]

Hello and welcome to Truth Untold - the BTS hurt and/or comfort fic exchange! The purpose of the exchange is to explore hurt/comfort, hurt no comfort, and whump!character tropes in fanfic. The exchange places no limitations on content that can be explored in the exchange but participants are encouraged to set their limitations in their signups.

This is an anonymous exchange, meaning that fics will be revealed with the authors’ names once all fics have been posted.

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This is an anonymous fic exchange so please do not reveal what you are writing or who you are writing for until after author reveals.

You must submit a completed fic. WIPs/ongoing fics will not be accepted nor will the first chapter of a multi-chapter fic.

PROMPTS Please write all prompts using character A + character B formatting. When appropriate, you may suggest which character you'd like as the “whump” and/or which character you'd like as the one “comforting" the whump.

You must provide a minimum of 3 prompts.

Please be mindful when prompting and give your recipient something to work with that isn't too general or too specific.

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Likewise, writers must tag their work appropriately. If mods find a fic that has not been tagged correctly, we will ask you to fix it. Failure to fix improper tagging will result in a ban for the next round of this fic fest and your fic will be removed from the exchange.

CHECK-IN Your check-in will be due on April 7th, 2023 at 11:59 PM Pago Pago time. At this time, we expect you to email us a minimum of 750 words of your fic. If you do not submit your check-in, we’ll assume you have dropped out.

PLAGIARISM Plagiarism is not tolerated and will result in a permanent ban from all future rounds of this fest and removal of your fic from this exchange.

FAQ

WHAT IS A FIC EXCHANGE? See this handy wiki on fic exchanges for a detailed definition!

TL;DR, everyone who signs up for this exchange will be writing a fic for another exchange member and will receive a fic from anoother exchange member. It’s a great way to challenge yourself – it’s also a great way to have someone else write a fic for you that you might’ve been daydreaming about 😉

WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HURT/COMFORT, HURT NO COMFORT, ANGST, ETC?

Angst Angst is an umbrella term that refers to generally tragic situations and themes, and can encompass a variety of things which are intended to provoke the feeling of unrest and uncertainty in readers.

Content Examples Fics about things like illness, homophobia, depression, character death, cheating, unrequited love, miscommunication

Hurt/Comfort Hurt/comfort generally refers to stories where one character experiences negative physical or psychological circumstances actively imposed on them by another character; they are then cared for (by that character or a different one). The character in suffering is sometimes called a "whump." Fanlore offers a more detailed explanation if you’re interested.

Content Examples Rape recovery, trauma, physical pain, sexual harassment, emotional distress, battering, verbal or physical abuse, bullying, torture, unrequited love, kidnapping

Hurt No Comfort Basically what it says on the tin. In hurt no comfort stories, the hurt!character does not receive comfort. These stories typically do not have happy endings.

WHAT IS A WHUMP? The whump in a hurt and/or comfort fic is the character who is being placed through physical or mental anguish and is in danger or needs comforting. They are often the only character in the fic being hurt, or at least hurt more than other parties.

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[hell0mega]

apparently my mom didnt know my pronouns were they/them despite me constantly talking about being nonbinary and having it on all my socials and literally talking about my pronouns/preferred gendered language for what feels like all the time.

we were talking about how an old friend's child (4 years younger than me, 23) is also nonbinary and how they used to get "SO mad" at her for using their deadname or incorrect pronouns. the implication was that they were pretty "mean" and adamant about it, even to older family members, all who were trying their best to be respectful and not messing up on purpose. they've always been a pretty feisty redhead so i believe it lol

but, strangely enough, my mom, the most loving person in the world, the most caring and least bigoted person i know, could not seem to get "they" to come out of her mouth. so after a while, every time she said the incorrect pronoun, I'd say "they." very neutral and unobtrusively. the first few times my mom would go "yes, right, they" and then the next sentence she'd go back to the other one. and I'd say it again. it was actually quite perplexing, not just in a general sense but because my mom defaults to "they" for people we don't know, even if they only have the tiniest hint of maybe being queer, yet she can't do it for even two sentences in a row for our friend that we held as a baby right after they were born.

eventually i had to say it so much that she eventually stopped and said "well when are they doing to just make another pronoun, huh?! 'they' is plural, it's not for a singular person!" very exasperatedly. she's a very grammar-focused "wordy" and comes from a long line of teachers and authors.

though, this through me for a loop, mostly for the above reasons but also because we've had this conversation. calmly i said "they has been used as a singular pronoun for hundreds of years. you'd say, 'who left their book?' people do it every day constantly. it's grammatically correct."

"well you should say 'who's book is this?' instead, then"

"maybe, but that doesn't mean it's incorrect to use they as a singular pronoun when the person's gender is unknown"

"so they're gender is 'unknown'?!"

this left me to stare at her for a second. "no?"

"then what is it?!"

"... they're nonbinary"

she stared at me for a second because she remembered that, yes, that has very much been established, but also, that's what i call myself.

"also, neopronouns do exist but people aren't ready for them yet still. but, they/them is just a pronoun that people already use that doesn't have a gendered meaning. it's neutral. in French, "vous" is used both to address multiple people but also a singular person in a formal way, so there are pronouns that can mean singular or multiple."

this continued to give her pause, something to consider. i was still confused by this conversation so i finally spoke up about the question at the front of my mind.

"i mean... my pronouns are they/them. I'm nonbinary too."

the look she gave me was something i could only describe as... light devastation. "you never corrected me...?"

i kinda shrugged and went "i mean, i feel like i talk about it a lot, I've explained how happy it makes me, it's on all my socials..." she continues to stare. "so, when you show this frustration and confusion, i mean, i know it's hard, you know, as a parent. especially in context, i mean, when [sister] introduces me or when we're on our podcast, she uses Ro and they/them, but i hear when you guys are on the phone together, you both still use [my initial] and [assigned pronouns] because that's what you're used to with each other. [BF] is getting better at using the right stuff around friends but around you he still uses [assigned pronouns] still too. i mean, when i first changed my name and stuff, i told everyone like 'no pressure!!' cuz i know it's hard... but it is what i prefer..."

the conversation kind of trailed from there. we started talking about my other trans friends she'd known before they transitioned. i need to ask her about it later, because the look she gave me truly was just... shock. neutral shock, maybe with some "oh shit i fucked up" sprinkled on top. i give people close to me a lot of grace, but for as much as i talk about trans issues and being trans, im amazed my mom was..... surprised?! about it? like did i never ACTUALLY say it to her?? lol???

her talking about how horrible my friend was to their mom after transitioning, how they "still get mad" (after 4 years.......) when anyone slips up, and how WrOnG and RiDiCuLoUs it was to ever refer to a singular person using they..when she... always does it?? even HER MOM says "he, she, they" when referring to anyone she doesn't know, and she talked about how cool and cute that was. but suddenly it's not correct?

hopefully this.... coming out... again... in the midst of her complaining about it kinda opened her eyes and she will get better at it. i mean, it kinda literally opened her eyes, the way she looked at me like that lol

[lovebykai]

Home

》 TG Chronicles

Pairing: Ghoul!Kenma x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Violence.

Authors Note: Reposted.

Meeting Kozume Kenma was like coming home.

"Here's your coffee!" You smiled as you sat the mug down, and the boy glanced up at you with a small smile of his own.

"Thanks." Everything about him was just… comfortable. Pleasant.

Sure, sometimes his friends would come in with him and they were a bit much for your tastes -- you'd never just looked at someone and felt a chill in your bones quite like the first time you'd made eye contact with Haiba Lev -- but when it was just him, well… he was easily your favorite customer.

"Whatcha playin' today? Anything good?" You peeked over his shoulder even as you asked, and he chuckled a bit.

"Not really. I'm just waiting for Lev and Tora, today, so I figured I'd give it a shot to kill time." At the mention of what must be your two most intimidating customers, you could feel yourself deflate a bit.

"Awh, and here I thought you just wanted to hang out with me." He tinted pink, and you giggled a bit when you headed back to the coffee machine; just in time, too, because you very much preferred having the long countertop between you and the two men who arrived shortly after that.

"You guys want anything today?" You called, smiling despite the goosebumps that crawled up your arms when their attention shifted to you.

"No, thanks." Tora responded with a wave of his hand -- effectively cutting off whatever Lev was about to say -- before the three of them quietly began talking.

You promptly began to mind your own business.

* * *

Fuckfuckfuckfuck-- You nearly tripped over your own feet at the speed in which you took the next corner. Thankfully, you had worn your running shoes, though it was not because you anticipated running for your life when your shift ended.

"Here, kitty-kitty!" The taunt -- the sheer aloofness of it -- made you let out a bit of a whimper as you tried to catch your breath.

"I don't mind chasing you for a little bit, but I do have some other things I need to get done tonight." The owl mask said he was one of the Fukurodani ghouls -- not that it necessarily mattered, you supposed, since a ghoul was a ghoul was a ghoul as far as a human was concerned -- and that was about the only thing that gave you hope.

Nekoma ghouls were harder to outrun.

"You could always, y'know, fuck off and not bother innocent pedestrians just trying to go home." You offered, just about wheezing as you took a moment to breathe, leaning against a street lamp.

"Awh, what? I thought we were having fun!" The words lit a new fire under your ass and you started running again despite the burning in your limbs-- and your lungs, fuck!

You made the stupid mistake of looking over your shoulder and barreled right into another person as you took another corner; for a moment -- a horrible, cruel moment -- you couldn't help but think: better you than I.

You'd been running with so much force that you knocked the other person over, tripping and sprawling on top of them. Looking down, you were stunned to find Kenma Fucking Kozume underneath you. Of course it would be someone you actually knew and would feel guilt over leaving to get eaten.

"Where'd you go, sweetheart?" Another taunt had you scrambling to climb off of the dumbstruck man beneath you. After a brief second of hesitation, you reached down and hauled him to his feet with a soft groan.

"Keep up." You didn't let go of his hand as you pulled him along behind you; it was genuinely surprising that he didn't just yank away and ignore your brisk order. In fact, he seemed more than capable of keeping up, which almost threw you through a loop since he definitely didn't seem like the type to enjoy exerting himself.

When you finally -- if not a bit unwisely -- made it to your apartment complex you could have sighed in relief, still tugging Kenma along. After putting in the front door code and nearly slamming it behind you, your legs finally quit on you. Letting go of your favorite customer -- who wasn't even winded, the little bastard -- you put your head in your hands and took several deep breaths.

"Are you alright?" Kenma spoke up after a minute of just watching you in silence. When you didn't immediately respond, he sat beside you, pressing his side against yours.

"I don't think I'm gonna be working the evening shifts for a while." You joked after a moment, trembling hands falling away from your face as you tried to smile at him.

"I'll come visit anyway." He promised.

"I'm so sorry about this, but, would you mind, uh, just staying tonight? I promise not to do anything weird or whatever, I just don't want you walking home alone and--"

"I'll stay." The man cut off your rambling, smiling at you when you let out a soft sigh of relief.

* * *

Luckily, it was your day off.

Seeing Kenma asleep on your couch was an experience, to say the least, and you tried not to wake him as you passed by to the kitchen. Turning on the coffee pot -- debating if you even wanted breakfast this early -- you nearly leapt out of your skin when Kenmas phone started ringing. You'd heard it go off a few times last night before finally relaxing enough to go to bed, but he'd opted to ignore their calls in favor of shooting quick texts.

"What, Kuroo?" The husky growl caught your attention; you could feel warmth crawling up the back of your neck. Whatever Kuroo said irritated the faux blond, because he let out groan that shot straight to your core. Oh jeez.

"Y/N?" At the sound of your name, you squirmed a bit before peeking your head around the corner to look at him.

"What's up?" Since it was about five in the morning -- damn your jumbled sleep schedule! -- you were tempted to ask why his friend was calling him so early, but refrained. It wasn't like the two of you were friends or anything; at best, you'd say you were acquaintances.

"I've got to head out, but can I get your contact information? Next time you don't feel safe walking home, you can just text me. I don't live too far from here so it wouldn't be a big deal to walk with you." He ran his fingers through his hair before rubbing at the back of his neck nervously. Your heart fluttered at the gesture, and you nodded in affirmation before turning and heading back into the kitchen to grab your phone. Noticing the coffee had finished brewing, you grabbed one of your thermos from the pantry and filled it.

"Here, some coffee for the road." You offered and he gave you another gentle smile as he put his contact information in your phone and sent himself a quick text.

"Be safe!" You added as he stepped out into the hall; he waved in acknowledgement as your front door shut behind him.

* * *

"Excuse me." It didn't matter how politely the words were said; you felt a chill every time Lev spoke to you. You couldn't even pinpoint why. He'd always been nice to you, and he was almost overly polite sometimes. Maybe it was the fact you could tell he was trying so hard that made you so uncomfortable.

"What can I do for you?" Thankfully, you'd been in customer service for as long as you could remember; faking a smile and interest in people's life was second nature.

"Well, Kenma told us a bit about what happened to you the other night," You could have sworn there was a flash of black in his sclera. "And we just wanted to let you know that you're more than welcome to reach out to any of us if you're feeling unsafe and we'd be happy to make sure you get home okay." After you'd brushed aside what must have been a trick of the light, you took the napkin he passed across the counter, glancing at the table full of his friends behind him. Kenma was the only one to look up, shrugging a bit with his normal soft smile.

Each number was labelled; for a moment you felt yourself soften at the fact that these people who didn't even really know you seemed to care so much.

"Thanks, Lev." For once, the giant of a man didn't seem quite so frightening.

* * *

"Can I get a coffee to go?" You were imagining it. A month after your evening run in with the ghoul, you'd been fine. A little nervous heading home when you had to work evenings at the cafe, but ultimately just fine because Kenma had taken to silently keeping you company more often than not. But that voice.

You didn't even realize you'd frozen until you slowly turned your attention to the man across the counter, hand still inside the mug you'd been drying. He was grinning ear to ear, and you couldn't help but feel like the butt of some kind of joke.

"Yeah… sure thing." You quietly grabbed the to go mug and filled it, flinching when he handed you his cash and insisted you keep the ridiculous fifteen dollar tip.

Almost instinctively, your gaze sought out Kenma, whose own catlike eyes were fixated on the newcomer until he exited the cafe. Once he was gone, your friend turned and gave you his soft sunshine smile that made your heart flutter a bit.

It was silly to think he could protect you from a ghoul, of all things, but you couldn't help but feel safe when he was around.

* * *

"Y/N!" Your first instinct was to run when you heard the familiar voice of Taro behind you. Instead, you fumbled with the keys to the cafe doors, trying desperately to lock up for the night without any incidents.

"Hey, Taro." The words managed to pass your lips without trembling.

"Kenma has a stream tonight so he asked me to walk you home." For being such an intimidating figure, he seemed equally flustered to be alone with you, for which you couldn't help but be grateful. Very few things were as reassuring as someone being just as nervous as you were.

"Oh, thank you." And thus began your awkward walk home. With Kenma, the silence was natural, but with Taro? Well, you were used to eavesdropping on boisterous laughter and jokes, so you were reeling a bit at the drastic change in character.

"Just so you know," He paused on the sidewalk, scratching the back of his head and looking anywhere but at you when you stopped to face him.

"I know we all look a little rough around the edges, but you're safe with us. We'd never let anything happen to you, so you don't have to be scared." For some reason, the gentle reassurance had tears stinging your eyes; when his gaze met yours, you gave him a genuine smile.

"I really appreciate that."

* * *

"So are you guys a gang or whatever?" You were sprawled out on the couch, flipping through your newsfeed on your phone as Kenma tapped away at whatever new game he was playing. Your question seemed to surprise him; you grinned when he fumbled the controls and gave you a small pout over his missed combo.

"More like a family." You hadn't actually expected him to respond to your prying, but his quiet response gave you more questions than answers.

"We've all been friends since high school; we played volleyball together." The explanation made you smile a bit.

"You played volleyball?" At your teasing he smirked a bit, pretending he didn't feel your eyes on him and tapping out another combo.

"Kuroo needed me. Kinda like you." When his golden eyes flickered up to gauge your reaction, you grew flustered; after a moment of brief eye contact, you forced your attention back to your phone. Kenma chuckled softly, and you tried to ignore the heat on your cheeks.

* * *

"You're a hard lady to get ahold of!" The taunt made your skin crawl; staring into the owl mask that had haunted your dreams had you trembling.

"That's on purpose, believe it or not." You choked out, knowing full well he could crush your windpipe with just a little more force. Your feet were barely scraping the ground, and despite your best efforts, no amount of clawing at the hand holding you up would free you.

"Honestly? I would have just let you go that first night, but apparently you're paling around with some Nekoma guys; after that I was dying to get to know you." You let out a whimper when his grip on your throat tightened.

"Drop her." The voice was unfamiliar to you, but apparently the ghoul keeping you pinned to the wall knew enough to listen. When your feet hit the ground, your legs promptly folded; you gasped for air as you tentatively touched your neck.

"You know she's one of ours," After a moment, you were able to shift your gaze up; the cat mask almost made you flinch. "So why are you anywhere near her?"

"You didn't lay a claim on her until after I'd decided to make a meal out of her, so forgive me if I'm a little bitter about your intervention." Rather than listen to what was apparently ghoul politics, you stumbled onto your feet and hurried away from your attacker.

Unfortunately, this put you all but falling into the Nekoma ghoul, who gently caught your arm to keep you upright.

"Stay away from her." The warning was dark, but you didn't hesitate to follow along as he led you away from the alley you'd been caught in.

"That must have been scary." His voice was soothing, almost like a cats purr -- or the rumble of distant thunder -- and you couldn't help but relax.

"But you're always going to be safe with us." You hesitated in your step, looking up at the man who was gently leading you along by the hand. He stopped as well, and you just barely caught his smirk from the edge of his mask.

"Oh."

* * *

“Here’s your coffee!” You passed out the mugs with practiced ease, smiling at the booth full of men.

None of them had asked about the scarf you’d curled around your bruised neck, but you doubted that they needed to, since you were ninety percent sure Kuroo -- who you had recognized immediately by the sound of his voice alone -- was the one who saved your ass the other night. Despite the fact this was obviously something that needed to be kept under wraps, there wasn't any tension between you and the Nekoma ghouls. In fact, things almost seemed to be even more relaxed than they had been.

Lev and Tora cheerfully thanked you, with Kenma and Kuroo mumbling theirs. After a brief heads up that there would be more people joining them a bit later, you just grinned and nodded before heading back to wash mugs behind the counter.

* * *

"The suspense is killing me." You finally groaned as Kenma gently carded his fingers through your hair. The two of you were sprawled out on your bed, listening to some Netflix movie as you both tapped away on your phones.

"What?" He looked down at where your head rested in his lap, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"I just-- none of you have ever mentioned it, and it's killing me. I'm not totally bonkers, right? Kuroo saved my ass that night, huh? I never even thought to thank him and now it feels weird, and-- I dunno, just tell me I'm right so I can get some closure here." You whined, and he grinned.

"Mm. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Kenma!"

* * *

"Don't!" You couldn't help but hesitate, the low growl shooting a spike of adrenaline through you. The sensation was amplified by the way his red eyes fixated on you from across the room.

"Kenma--"

"You shouldn't be anywhere near me right now. Get out!" His tone wavered from indignant growling to borderline hysterical whimpers.

Rather than listen to what was surely a great idea, you glanced over your shoulder at Kuroo. The man nodded a bit, and you hoped that his quiet reassurance of your safety would hold true. Steadying yourself with a deep breath, you moved further into the room, ignoring the way Kenma bared his teeth as you crouched down across from him on the floor.

"Here's some coffee. I made it just for you; please drink it, Kenma." You spoke softly, trying not to let your nerves show as you sat the thermos in front of him.

You wished you knew more about ghouls. Not even just for moments like this -- which were apparently common for Kenma in particular, right before instinct would force him to hunt down a meal -- but because you didn't even see the signs of his growing discomfort.

"I don't know much about all this, but Kuroo decided to try giving me a crash course; all I really picked up was that coffee was a-okay and since it's kinda our thing I figured maybe it would help." He didn't say anything, just staring down at the warm beverage with those unnerving eyes.

"I-- I really like you, Kenma," You added, though this was debatably the worst time for a confession. "I don't like seeing you like this. Please don't-- don't starve yourself, okay?" The words almost got caught in your throat, and you tried not to flinch at the glare that your friend fixated on you for them.

"You don't know what you're talking about." It was harsher than he had ever been with you, but you didn't allow yourself to waver.

"You're right, I don't. But that doesn't change the fact that you have to eat." Your calm tone seemed to agitate him further; when he lurched forward, you couldn't help but gasp.

Kenmas fingers dug into your shoulders as he pressed you down onto the floor, straddling you. From the corner of your eye, you spotted Levs panicked expression, and the way Kuroos arm struck out to hold the larger male back.

"I could just eat you and be done with it." That hurt; something on your face must have given the sentiment away, because the grin he gave you was bordering on manic. The thin trail of saliva that was beginning to gather at the corner of his mouth and drip to the floor beside you made him seem feral.

"What? So it's just fine to eat someone if it isn't you? Did you think you were special? You're just another human."

"I must be, since you've decided to monologue over it." You bit back, steeling your nerves as his fingernails actually pierced your skin. The coolness of your blood immediately seeping into the fabric of your shirt made you whimper softly.

"If you're gonna do it then just do it. Don't talk big because you're hangry that people actually want you to take care of yourself!" You didn't even realize you were yelling until his grip loosened and he sat back, staring down at you with those eyes. The eyes of a predator.

Maybe that was why it was so shocking to see tears build up in them as Kenma started to cry.

* * *

"I'm so sorry." Kenma pressed tentative touches to your damaged shoulders as Morisuke grumbled, slapping at his friends hands while bandaging you up.

"To be honest," You grinned ruefully over your shoulder at him. "I knew you wouldn't kill me, but I was totally psyching myself up to lose a limb or something, so if this the worst of it, I'm just fine." Kenma looked scandalized as you laughed at your own morbid joke.

Morisuke tugged a little harder on the bandages he was tightening -- earning a soft hiss and wince from you -- as a silent reprimand you decided to heed.

* * *

"I love you." It was such a weird time to say it.

You were in the kitchen, making yourself something to eat while your pseudo-family of ghouls bickered over what movie to watch in the living room. Kenma was leaning against the counter, hands tucked into the pocket of his jacket and hair twisted up in a lazy bun, grinning at you.

"I love you too. Y'know, if you couldn't tell already." You teased as he watched you, trying to pretend it didn't set your heart on fire. When you turned to face him, leaving the meal to simmer for a bit, he stepped forward and gripped your hips carefully.

"I don't… scare you?" The question was a whisper, barely audible over the boisterous laughter in the other room. You ran your hands up his clothed arms reassuringly.

"Nah," He was staring so intensely that you could feel yourself growing warmer; silently you hoped he didn't notice how flustered you were. "You're just you. Ghoul or human or whatever -- and I know you would never hurt me." Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his middle and buried your face against his neck, trying to combat his staring as you mumbled against his own pinkening skin.

"You're my safe place. I could be anywhere in the world, and as long as you're with me, I'm home."

Long fingers gripped your hair for a moment as he squeezed you in an almost too-tight embrace, before gently guiding your head back to look into your eyes once more.

When Kenma kissed you, you smiled.

I'm home.