#neeeeeed to know what happens while she's getting better

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s2 episode 8 thoughts

tears. in my eyes. shaky breathing. oh. okay.

well. no place to start but the beginning.

stares at my laptop screen for a long, long time before typing. give me a minute. allow to me collect myself.

okay. we start with scully's mom narrating. and we learn, thanks to the subtitles, that her mom's name is margaret. this is information i will also be storing in my useless scully facts book.

so we knew she had two brothers, but a sister is also mentioned, named melissa. and we get this story from her childhood, about how dana- which feels wrong for me to type, but i will- was given a bb gun by her brothers, and she joined in with them shooting a snake. but then she realized it was bleeding and she cried as it bled out in her hands and held it while it died. which is already So much to handle. and her mom is saying that she feels how her daughter felt that day watching the animal die.

the next thing we see is mulder is there, and. he's saying it's still too early to know if she's gone. but. well.

we see a gentleman bring something out. and it is a gravestone with her name carved into it.

he turns away like he was burned from even looking at it. and man. that hurt. very badly.

we see that her middle name is katherine. and we learn this because we see it on her gravestone.

he goes back to his place (where he still sleeps on the couch) but then he gets a phone call that they've found her. and he busts into the door when the nurse says he can't go in there. that's our man!

he's screaming at these poor healthcare workers, somewhat rightfully suspicious they're involved with the government who took her, but also man. they don't get paid enough. however, i understand the emotional explosiveness this had to have provoked. so he is really just screaming, at the nurse, at the doctor, demanding to know what the hell happened, where she came from, and he says "i swear i'll do anything, i'll find out what they did to her" while being escorted out

then there is a very tense conversation between the doctor and her mother and him. the doctor must have already have been in quite a state, because mere minutes ago a raving angry man accused him of stealing his friend, and now he's sitting with said angry man explaining that they genuinely have no idea how she got here, and that she has no indication of injury.

we also learn that she had no desire to remain on life support past a certain point. and mulder knows this because. he. he. he uh. well he signed her will.

now i think maybe that's just something you have to do at the fbi and i can see them making a little joke out of it- a nice little trip to get each other's will signed, make a day of it, keep it light and funny- but man. man in this context. oh i'm gonna be Sick.

so we see a woman holding a crystal over her body and we learn it is her sister melissa!!! she's really pretty. she tries to show mulder that you can feel her energy by holding his hands over her but he gets angry and leaves.

(i love this dichotomy here, that somehow the ultra skeptic has a sister who is into talking about spirits and crystals. truly i feel this is what happens to people raised catholic)

at this point i wrote "girl i'm stressed tf out" and yeah. kinda the whole mood.

melissa is saying that his anger and fear is blocking the positive emotions she needs to feel, which echoes my statements about how he has been too cranky this season. but i can't even laugh because the man is in Distress.

he goes back to his place after saying he needs "to do more than just wave his hands", and he's bouncing a basketball and putting tape on his windows. i get it. that oppressive feeling of being unable to sit still. every moment dragging like a lifetime. bounce bounce bounce. he wakes up and rips the tape off his windows.

and back to attending to her bedside. i do not think this man has been clocking into his shift at the fbi.

we see a fellow enter wearing a suit and carrying flowers and i was like oh shit is it last rites time? um. so maybe i don't know what gets worn to a last rites event. i realize my weakness in this area and will do some research when we're done here.

but it's not anyone here to do that- it's frohike, the guy from the lone gunman who was making weird comments about scully! he must have come to pay his last respects. he picks up a clipboard and i thought oh my gosh he's gonna start reciting poetry- but he notices something weird on her chart and sneaks it out

it seems the whole thing was orchestrated, because mulder goes back to the freaks at the lone gunman, who invite him to come over and watch earth 2 and point out the factual inaccuracies- which, all things considered, is very sweet- but they send her blood data to a hacker that uses a richard nixon persona and he says that yeah, her blood is weird. and mulder's like, is she gonna make it, and they say no. it got very somber.

in terms of scully view, we see her on this dock of a boat between life and death. i thought that was nice imagery, and extremely eerie. those around her bedside are on one side of the dock, and it looks like the rope could snap and drift away at any moment.

the nurse comes in to do some blood work and i have another "augh blood" moment. so i look away. and mulder is REALLY pondering her blood. i thought he was honestly gonna take it for himself, maybe bring it in for testing or keep it like an emo.

but no! a strange man in a suit STEALS the blood!

so mulder is back into track star mode and is SPRINTING after this guy. i always forget that he is a runner. and he is RUNNING around this hospital and makes it to the parking lot until...

he is stopped by deep throat 2.0, a man for whom i realize i have no other name. but you know who i'm referring to, right? so i guess that name will work for now. deep throat 2.0 says that mulder needs to stop NOW, and that HE got deep throat 1.0 AND scully killed by looking into things too hard. which is an absolutely awful thing to say btw. deep throat 2.0 has a gun to mulder's head and says to stop searching.

mulder proceeds to run after the blood thief despite these warnings. can't say i blame him. he finds the blood thief!!! and they have a bit of a fight until...

deep throat 2.0, who earlier said he wanted to remain out of this mess, rolls up? so we're getting mixed messages here. and he says i'll take care of this and SHOOTS THE BLOOD THIEF?????? in the head.

back to the hospital. mulder is not pleased about the prospect of life support being removed but melissa says he has to honor her wishes. and he's going on about the blood protein and the doctor is like "why do you think this has anything to do with blood protein" and he Does Not Explain

her mom calls him "fox" again and says this is a moment for the family, but he can come too. and he won't come in. he's the wettest and saddest a man has ever looked as they go in there. and then the rope holding her to the dock of the afterlife is severed.

man. if i had been a contemporary viewer i would have been sobbing. thank god i've seen gifsets that prove this wasn't the end for her. because if i hadn't, i would have been in shambles. i mean i Was in shambles but like i would have been bawling on the floor.

cig man is with skinner. i honestly didn't think we'd get up to any sort of fbi related tasks in this episode, but he hands skinner a report and leaves. and then mulder comes in and denies being involved with the shootout at the hospital

(it's worth noting that he is doing all the denying to be an ass to skinner, and yells about "how does it feel, all the denial")

and he says that it was "cancer man" who took scully. i had been calling him cigarette man, but cancer man is very comparable.

the next thing i wrote was "SKINNER IS A BITCH????" this was because he said that mulder is "just as responsible" as cancer man for scully's situation if he knew the risks of this line of work and didn't warn her.

skinner baby YOU CAN'T SAY THAT? seriously i cannot figure this guy out. every time i think i have a read on him he does something like this that shifts my interpretation. what a horrible thing to say to someone.

cut to scully cam. she's on a table in metaphysical land. and her dad is there. he calls her starbuck and refers to himself as ahab- so the first mate and the captain. and he's monologuing about how he never knew how much he loved her until he realized he could never be with her again, and he says they'll be together "soon", but not now. so i'm wondering if she can hear all of this going on. i would guess so.

mulder is in the cafeteria with melissa and she is trying to talk a bit of sense into him. she says "you could spend the rest of your life finding every person that's responsible and its still not gonna bring her back" and he replies "including myself?"

now usually i would say that mulder taking the blame upon himself is tragic and typical, but here, having it also been implied by skinner AND deep throat 2.0, i am thinking, man, he's got to really believe it, even more so than all the other times he couldn't save everyone. which is. fucked up. so immensely fucked up. i'm sorry you pissed me off last episode baby but we can go to the zoo again like i planned. let's go see some tigers and cheer you up.

a woman walks in and asks him for change for the "cigarette machine", which was the first time in my life i have ever heard the term "cigarette machine", so maybe the earth really is healing

but he finds a pack with an address in it, and then, straight from my notes:

"CIG MAN'S HOUSE. OH MULDER IS THERE AND POINTING A GUN AT HIM. AND ALSO SCREAMING. "why her" oh his finger gets very close to the trigger"

cig man says he likes her and mulder, and. wow. what a despicable human being. he says that he likes mulder more for showing up to his place with a gun. says he's playing the game. mulder seems to have a realization he is acting just like those he swore to destroy and puts the gun down. cig man says it'll be their secret. and also that he was the one that told skinner that mulder shot the guy in the hospital even though he didn't think it was true.

we next see mulder sadly tapping at his computer. he prints a one sentence resignation letter "effective immediately" NOT even a two week's notice, that's how bad they fucked this man up

skinner comes by and says it's unacceptable while mulder is packing all of his things. and mulder says:

"i hate what i've become"

man. fuck. he hates the rage he has been driven to. the loss of control. the way he sees himself as being responsible for deep throat and scully. and all of it stemming from his need for answers, to track down his sister. he hates what that feeling of insufficiency has led him to and the path he now walks upon. hates it. hates his situation and himself and the world.

skinner decides to share some personal story time: he went off to vietnam- willingly enlisting on his 18th birthday. and then while he was there he shot a kid who was covered in grenades. the camera glances back at mulder occasionally, who, despite all of his grief, seems to be consulting his oxford training to try and remember what you're supposed to say to a guy who just told you he killed a child in vietnam.

and then he says he watched all his friends die and that he almost died- he was put in a body bag, and was in a coma for two weeks- and he was too scared to learn what happens next. but mulder isn't. and that's why his resignation is unacceptable.

mulder adds things up and realizes that it was skinner that gave him cancer man's location. again. complicating the vibe i get from skinner in doing something positive now. he says that every day is a risk.

deep throat 2.0 rolls up, saying that the people who did this to scully are going to break into his apartment tonight, and he'll have to kill them. he looks displeased by this- aversion to taking any sort of lives- but resigns himself to it.

so he's in his place in the dark ready to start blasting, when he gets a knock on the door. and it's melissa.

this is where we get the iconic exchange "why is it so dark in here?" "because the lights aren't on" which made me laugh so thoroughly seeing it out of context before i ever decided to watch this show

and melissa is MAD. scully is weakening, and she came to get him to say his goodbyes, but he won't go because. well. shootout is about to go down. this is his ONE chance to learn who did this to scully. but she doesn't know that is why he won't leave, so she YELLS at him, about being in a place even darker than her sister, and asks "why is it so much easier for you to run around trying to get even than just expressing to her how you feel? i expect more from you. dana expects more from you"

and man. those words are heavy. he locks the door, knowing that his place is gonna be robbed, and that he'll never know who hurt her, and comes down to see her.

and he's talking to her. holding her hand. saying he's here. he doesn't know if it'll change anything, but he's here.

when he goes home, his place is entirely ransacked, and he falls to the ground crying. fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. i can't even put into words how bad this broke me. big strong mulder weeping on the ground, his career in shambles and his best friend dead.

i feel like i need to pause there just for how heavy it was. like this was his lowest low. lower than even vampire sex.

but he soon gets a call and he smiles so wide!!! and we learn her eyes are open!! it is the sweetest smile i have ever seen!!!!!!

he gets down to the hospital and she's awake and talking- but she doesn't remember anything- and he, being the insufferable man that he is, says the following:

"i brought you a present (holds up a vhs tape) superstars of the superbowls"

man. man. man. man. she deadpans so quickly. "i knew there was a reason to live"

he must have grabbed a random tape off his shelf and brought it to her with the express intent of antagonizing her back in the realm of the living. and he thought of something to say along with it on the car ride down, his hands shaking. something, anything to make her laugh. a stupid vhs tape. his constant sports references. her quick tongue. oh dear lord help me these two have ruined me.

he gives scully her necklace back, which i wrote about in all caps, while her mother and sister watch

and then we learn that the nurse who was taking special care of her was never actually there when scully wants to thank her and the other nurse is like "um no one who works here has that name" so. SCULLY PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE (POSITIVE)??!?!?!?

overall. man. i am experiencing such a volume of emotions. what the hell. she's back, though. and we saw how much she means to him. and i feel like i could type a million words on the subject but i don't even know what to say because they're still all stuck in my chest. they love each other sososo much.

will he ever tell her what he did in her absence? how he tried to quit? how he broke every rule trying to save her? how he screamed at the doctors, how he broke into cigarette man's house, how he almost pulled the trigger? how he watched a man die when deep throat 2.0 shot him? how he was blamed for her condition by himself and by others? how he left his apartment to be ransacked, giving up his one chance to catch whoever did this to her, to try and let go of his grief and be with her instead? or will he keep quiet except for the latest witticisms and frequent visits and presents and stories by her bedside while she gains strength and recovers?

and how he left, too, when he knew she was okay. how he must have wanted to be there more than anything in the world, but knew she needed to rest, so he left her with her family. how he could breathe easy again. how he had to make it seem like it was cool, and everything was contained.

man. this tv show. i just typed all of those words out and i still feel like i didn't even begin to cover the things i'm feeling. i feel like i need to shake them up and down.

but this should be good, because the x files are reopened... so are we seriously, as the kids say, so back? only time will tell!

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Oooo it’s my birthday today and I neeeeeed my sweet boys, is it too greedy if I ask for you to write something absolutely adores like you always do. I can wait there’s no rush. It would really make my day a whole lot better

~Notes: HI HI BABY!!! I’m so so fucking sorry this is like two days late 😭😭😭 I am a piece of shit and I had an idea and then I scrapped it and then I came up with this crack shit! But I included singling like you wanted!! And ILU endlessly!!! I hope your birthday was at least filled with sunlight and friends and all the adoration you deserve🎉🎉🎂🥳🎈🎈🎈🎊🎊🥳🎁. And I hope this isn’t a shitty gift!😭😭

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The 4 Times People Suspected About Remus and Sirius, and The One Time They Called It By Name

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~I~

Peter notices it first.

He doesn’t know quite what it is, or what it means— Peter doesn’t understand what it entails when he’s watching the way Sirius gently thumbs at a high patch on Remus’s cheek while he’s sleeping on the hospital bed after the first full moon of fourth year, a fraught look in his stormy eyes. Or how Remus’s gaze always search Sirius out first after he’s made a wry comment in the expense of the Slytherins, going alight with the other boy’s laughter. Peter doesn’t comprehend the way it sometimes seems like he’s caught in some sort of static— a negative space that makes him feel out of bounds— when he’s alone with only the pair of them. When they’re all huddled around the common area or their dormitory while James is probably skulking in search of Lily Evans or cajoling the other chasers to have another lap around the court. With Remus lounging on his fourposter, or the sofa, reading one of the infinite books he’s got tucked away in his trunk, and Sirius is quietly  sat by his feet, toying with a non-magical contraption he’s found in Muggle London after sneaking out from his ancestral home while his folks were having a row. And Peter is ordinarily just fiddling with a scroll he has to finish for one of the tougher courses from a bit away, intermittently  glancing at them side long, just waiting for an excuse to leave the suffocating ambiance that feels like it’s been fitted for just the pair of them and not another soul.

But the most peculiar part about all of this is that Peter is accustomed to feeling like the spare, the cast off who’s clinging to the glimmering forms that are James and Sirius, and their ravenous appetite for any and all attention that’s given over because that’s the sort of boys they are— affluent and prominent and radiating with a sort of spark that’s all there own— the sort of boys that others find doubtless that they are something miraculous. But when Peter’s around just the pair of them, in the corner of the galaxy that the marauders have carved for them to rule like kings— It never feels quite so stilted, so weighty. Sirius and James have a gift of making everyone in the room feel like they’re in on the joke, that they could be showered with that same granger just as long as they play in the tableau. Remus and Sirius together feels the contrary of that, like there’s something pregnant lying between them, waiting to pounce. Like there’s an understanding that no one else gets to glimpse at, and no one else should try. An understanding  that’s personal and private and crackling with an energy that is far beyond anything between mere friends, beyond anything Peter could fathom with all his fifteen years.

Idly, over supper after an entire two hours being stuck between that strange tension simmering beneath the surface of Remus and Sirius, Peter wonders for the umpteenth time on whether he should ask James about this development in their small brotherhood, should ask him if he’s detected the difference there. And if he has, Peter will listen to James’s plan to ensure this doesn’t ruin anything. How whatever is brewing under the surface won’t absolutely ruin them.

But then, from the corner of his eye, Peter sees Sirius— none to gently— piling Remus’s plate with an abundance of the potatoes that Moony likes best, dipping down to whisper something in his ear— something surely lecherous— before tousling his curls in that brash, bombastic way of his that he does with Peter and James too, even if he ends it by gingerly cupping the nape of Remus’s neck with a surreptitious squeeze that ends just as quickly as it began, falling back into conversation with James and Marlene about the Wasps’s chances against the Harpies this Friday night as if it was just an innate action, even if it’s one Peter’s only ever witnessed him doing to Remus.

And even though there’s another full in two days, and even though Remus looks like a walking inferi— pale faced and exhausted posture and circles the color of midnight smudged beneath his eyes— Peter watches the ends of his lips quirk up into the best approximation of a smile Peter’s ever seen on him so close to the wolf breaking through the surface of his body that’s all skin and bones, and he isn’t sure if it’s a trick of the light or not, but Remus actually looks like he might be glowing over the strange attention that Sirius’s only ever paid to him.

So no… No, Peter doesn’t think he’ll ask James quite yet, reckons that if anything can help his moon plagued friend, that it must be something good, something that shouldn’t be tempered with.

They can figure out how the strange string pulling Remus and Sirius together will alter their brotherhood later on, there’s still time. There’ still a possibility that it won’t devastate everything.

~II~

Lily’s suspected for a while.

The thing is that she’s known about Remus since the end of third year, when he rebuffed the advances of an eager Heleen  Abed, and Lily found him on the ledge of the largest window in the vacant common room— the same one that they regularly commandeer with Mary McDonald to discuss the finer points of Muggle politics and current events, separate from the melting pot of their Gryffindor class that’s composed of either pure bloods or those with their closest Muggle relative being a long dead grandparent. And it was definitely a dangerous, knife’s edge she was playing at, but Lily had sat besides the boy who she’s cultivated a real and true friendship with— one beyond pleasant platitudes and fodder about their course work— and she told him about her cousin Joey with green spiked hair and a mischievous smile adorned with a sparkling stud and how she and Petunia had caught him holding hands with one of his friends from sixth-form in the garden of her Aunt’s cottage, and how even the sneer on her older sisters lips hadn’t deterred Lily from thinking anything but mild indifference about the situation. Only wanting her cousin to always live in that easy effervescence she’s always known when it came to him.

And nothing else was exchanged between them, but Remus had grinned in that barely perceptible way of his, and Lily had nudged his shoulder with her own and then fished out her final handful of chocolate frogs for them to share while they revise their notes for the transfiguration exam coming up. 

Two summers have past since then—they’re in the midst  of their final term of fifth year now— and she thinks that they’ve become even closer, that the frequent late nights in the library for their impending OWLs and their countless prefect rounds has helped forge a real and true bond— especially that whole snag earlier in the year when they had realized they were both snogging Leon Bennett on alternating nights behind greenhouse three. But all of that withstanding, Lily knows that there are still secrets Remus keeps tight to his chest, ones that Lily’s analytical mind— the mind of a potions expert and future healer— has suspected to do with the thin, silvery scars running down his strong hands that are all tapered fingers and slender wrists, and another across his right bicep that she saw when he had changed his robes for a jumper in front of her, and the one cutting down from the bottom of his ear and nearly across the entire length of his neck, ending at the corner of his sharp collarbone. But Lily suspects he’ll tell her about that soon enough, what she isn’t so confident about is him admitting that particularly dazed look he gets when around Black, of all people. The way he stammers his words occasionally and the way he worries on his bottom lip while averting his glance when Sirius is chatting up a very pleased looking girl, and the way he flushes when Lily is ribbing about him in particular. And Lily knows that the foursome of Gryffindor boys had a falling out of sorts before winter hols, that there’s a hairline fracture between them and Remus now— one that she’s sure no one else can pick up on after the way they had seemingly come back together in late January, right before her birthday funnily enough. But Lily’s always been the analytical  sort— the sort to absorb the barebones of a situation so she could conjure a hypothesis that she could prove after careful study.

So Lily knows that it’s something deeper, and she can see  how Remus is reticent around them in ways she’s actually worried won’t be shaken off anytime soon— which is all levels of bazaar considering she’s been telling Remus for years that he needs to shrug off his rowdy mates like a snake shedding an old coat. But before, when she’d barb as much he’d only stick out his tongue and tell her what happens to busybodies, and how she doesn’t really know them at all. But now days, he just looks particularly hurt, and more than a bit put out, and Lily catches him flickering over to wherever Sirius was holding court, longing in a way she couldn’t possibly articulate out loud.

Honestly Lily thinks it’s really quite gracious of her to have dropped the subject completely, rather, she takes up the mantel of his friend that can distract him from all those sorts of woes, biting her tongue over his lingering feelings for Sirius that are more than likely far beyond a passing fancy. And she thinks that maybe that’s a good call, maybe it’s good for Remus to beat down those sorts of emotions  that he’s harboring for the wanker. She knows Remus, and she knows he wouldn’t hold a grudge— even such a quiet one— for no reason at all. Besides, she doesn’t really think it’s her place to tell him how when he’s glancing away, Sirius is holding vigil to him with that same sort of fervor. That Sirius is the one who collects the notes for all his classes on those conspicuous absences of his when Remus is feeling poorly in the infirmary. That Sirius occasionally looks so very gutted when Remus is wilting away from them, when he seeks Lily’s company instead.

She has a heavy suspicion that Remus might already know all of those things— that maybe they’ve already discussed it at length, that maybe the falling out in December has caused a full stop of anything that could’ve potentially blossomed between them. And she just wishes she knew the entire story so she could decide on whether she should be jinxing Black’s face to a putrid orange color, or pushing Remus to actually give him a chance.

Lily just wishes she could read Black as easily as she can Remus, maybe that would help in this experiment she’s testing, because for now she’s just confused as all hell over what exactly Black feels towards him. Well that is until it’s a fortnight before Remus’s birthday, and she’s being bodily dragged into a closet on her way to charms.

“Oi— What the bloody—“

“Language, Evans,” the annoyingly familiar baritone of Sirius Black tsks, lighting up the cupboard with his wand and smirking in that jagged way she’s heard countless girls tittering over, and the one that makes her want to pop him one right against his ridiculously smug face.

“Black,” she says, caustic as all get out with her fists clenched against her sides and her brows making a really resilient effort to meet in the middle. “You’ve got thirty seconds before I hex your bollocks off.”

“Pff, and Jamie thinks you’re some sort of saint.”

“Twenty-eight. Twenty-seven. Twenty-six.”

Sirius pulls a face at her, but must understand the credence in the words, because it’s not another moment more before he pulls out a bedraggled looking slip of paper from his robe’s pocket, and thrusts it at her face. So with an indignant huff, Lily opens it up and begins scanning the words— becoming all the more confused when she sees measurements and things like coco powder and melted butter, instead of whatever the hell else she was preparing herself to read.

“I’m being pranked, aren’t I? You’re trying to distract me so you and Potter can do something horrid to the Slytherin’s common room.”

“We’ve actually already done that today,” Sirius jeers, raising up his hands in concession with a cluck of the tongue at her scowling face. “’s from Moony’s mum, all right. I asked her to send me the recipe of this chocolate cake she use to make him for his birthdays before Hogwarts— I just thought… It might be nice is all, and you can sod right off if you look at me like that, Evans, with the soft eyes and all that rot. Are you going to help me or not?”

Lily resolutely ignores the pang to her heart, because God, this really is such a sweet gesture. “And what? you thought I could help you because I’m a bird?” She asks in the most scolding inflection she could muster in the face of this incredibly soppy gift he wants to give Remus.

“None of that, blimey, Evans.” Sirius snarls, obviously diffident, and combined with the faint flush to his cheeks, Lily suddenly realizes why he’s considered one of the best looking blokes in the entirety of their school. “There’s a whole load of Muggle mumbo jumbo, so it was between asking you, or McDonald, and I adore Mary and all, but  she has got such a mouth on her.”

“You should know,” Lily counters with a leer. “She couldn’t stop going on about your date back in October.”

Sirius’s brows hike, and he actually smiles at her— one that’s vacant from all his bravado from his upbringing in his pretentious, pure blood home, and one that isn’t trying to show off. And Lily can’t help but favoringly liken him to an excited pug. “Oh you’re wicked, Evans!” He shrills delightedly. “Oh this is great, you’re just as depraved as Remus, are all prefects like this?”

Lily snorts, shaking her head at him, indulgent. “Never mind that, Black. Most of this stuff can be found in the kitchens below, I’m sure the house elves won’t mind us borrowing anything.”

“And the ingredients that won’t be down their?” He asks worriedly.

“Well, good on you planning this so far ahead of time, we’ll just have to experiment.”

Sirius groans in retort, muttering things about Muggle potions and James thinking he’s getting off with his future wife and other ridiculous things that Lily doesn’t bother to stay and listen to. Though, when Remus’s birthday does roll around, and she sees his countenance go a thousand shades brighter as he bites into the pudding, and Sirius’s grin stretch just that much more across his face in response— their eyes meeting across the room and past the crowds— Well Lily suspects Sirius never really minded any of the things he was whinging on about, not at all, not as long as the result was a beaming Remus.

~III~

Regulus hears about it in the halls.

He’s not much for gossip or that sort of dribble, doesn’t have much patience for anyone outside his house if he’s being at all frank— and even then, it’s not as if he doesn’t frequently find himself escaping to his fourposter for a moment’s quiet. It seems that everyone in this bloody castle are just dimwitted, daft idiots, and Regulus’s never been the sort to offer allowances for that kind of behavior. He’s been raised in the home of a family as close to royalty as Wizards permit, a prince among men. And he was told that he should have patience for the dull folks beneath him, just as long as they have the correct ideals, but sometimes he can’t help but wish they would all just let him be, sometimes feels like he’s being carted around Hogwarts as the perfect pure blood,  like he was nine years old again and being shown off in the parlor of  his home when guests came to call, watching from the sidelines while his mother rave about how splendid of an heir Sirius is turning out to be. How his tutor calls him a genius for any age, and how darling he looks in Slytherin green, and how he’s already mastered three romance languages to help in his spell work. 

And Regulus can’t help but scoff at those contemplations now, thinking of the past summer when his dramatic and brash brother had made a whole production of leaving behind the values that gave him everything he has. How he escaped to that Potter git’s home the way he’s been doing for nearly every holiday since his second year, how he offered Regulus to come along as if he’s a trader just like him. What a risible excuse for an heir.

But Regulus won’t commit such follies, he’ll make his parents proud— even if his father is nearly never paying much mind and his mother goes from raving to sickly in a blink of an eye. It doesn’t matter, because he’ll carry on the Black legacy, something that his oh so perfect brother never could’ve done. Regulus is only a fifth year, will be turning sixteen in only two months after Sirius’s coming of age, and sure, this might mean he’s still young enough that the Death Eaters don’t find him adequate to fight on the line of fire, but he’ll do it eventually, feels the weight of the letter from Bellatrix praising him for as much resting heavy in his pocket. And if Regulus finds them all a bit too vicious or a bit too excitable and completely lacking a deft hand to make the changes they’re searching for, he shrugs it off. He knows what he must do, and as he stares at his brother from across the valley cusping the lake, he’s only that much more steadfast in the conviction of the fact.

Sirius is sitting and laughing with a group of his Gryffindor mates, the mudbloods, and blood traders that had warped him from the brother he knew to the stranger he is now. And there’s a dark skinned Ravenclaw bird— Meadowes if he remembers correctly from his prefect meetings— and she’s telling some sort of long winded tail with hand gestures and loud cackling coming from the group as she goes on. And Sirius is tossing around a quaffle with Potter— the glint of a handsome, silver watch on his wrist catching in the dying sunlight. And Regulus wonders who had gifted him such a personal passage to adulthood, but is soon distracted by spotting the way Sirius nearly gets smacked in the face with the ball because he was too busy gawking over  at Lupin in such a stripped down, cautious way that it makes Regulus squirm.

He doesn’t know much about the elder Prefect, only that his name had come up nearly as much as Potters during that first year when Sirius would send him correspondence on a frequent basis because he knew how lonely Regulus would get while stuck in Grimmauld all by himself. And then when he began attending Hogwarts, Regulus never could get a good reading on him. He knew Potter because of how his family is infamous for their liberal views and nouveau riche attitudes, and Pettigrews family owns a hokey herb shop in Diagon. All he’s found out about the Lupins is that his father is the son of half-bloods and his mother is a Muggle, and that this mudblood is a reserved, carefully aloof bugger, and that somehow he’s seemingly captured all of Sirius’s attentions that he’s not giving Potter or the clinger ons who follow him around like mindless fools. Beyond that, Lupin and Regulus have only traded a hand full of words whenever their roles of prefects would force them to intermingle, and it’s always been punctuated by Lupin giving Regulus a witheringly cold look anytime they were in close proximity, which is admittedly impressive considering that half the time the sickly bastard looks like he’s about ready to keel over.

So no, Regulus doesn’t know much about him, but he’s heard the rumors. He knows that it’s basically an open secret between the Gryffindor class and selected friends. The fact that  his brother is probably shagging the mudblood, convincing Regulus that Sirius really has never given a toss about the decorum and standards befalling them as the only two Black males of their generation. And he hates his brother  so scathingly right then, hates his little munblood lover probably even more. 

And when he watches Lupin straying his gaze from the novel he was reading while that red haired Muggle born was resting her head in his lap, and Regulus saw the way both of their expressions went a peculiar sort of tender— well that’s the last straw, so he stands up in a huff— so unlike himself— and he cuts the story Mulciber was crowing on about, and he tells them he needs to complete a scroll for Slughorn.

And while he prowls away from the sight of his brother continuing to ruin everything, Regulus plunges a hand into his pocket, and crunches Bellatrix’s letter in his grasp, promises himself to write her back soon, and ignores the ache in his chest that’s only been growing larger since Sirius had left permanently.

~IV~

James’s always known.

Perhaps that’s an over reach, but it’s true enough. He’s known for years, on some level, that the thing between Sirius and Remus is something completely foreign to him. Something completely separate from how Sirius licks his face when James is over sleeping and he wants to be a general nuisance. Separate from how he and Remus have begun discussing anything and everything in the wee hours of the morning, with a spot of tea between them and a blanket on their legs, because Remus can’t sleep from the moon and James has never been able to sleep through the whole night without feeling guilty over it. He thinks it stemmed from when he was younger, when his parents were feeling sickly, and before they were gifted a house elf by a family friend who recognized that the elderly Potters needed just a bit more assistance. 

James never knew whether it was obvious to him because he’s always considered Sirius as his bastard brother since Christmas of first year, and that he’s always trying to make sure that Remus is all right after finding out just how impressively the bloke can keep secrets once Sirius figured out his furry little problem. So he’s not sure what others know, or even what Remus and Sirius  know of what’s happening between them, honestly, there have been so many almosts that James has picked up on over the years. And he still shutters thinking about the near total break that happened with the prank, still isn’t quite sure what had past between them to get Sirius and Remus  speaking with each other once more, but he does know that Remus staying with James, Sirius, and  Peter the past summer after Sirius escaping the twisted place he was suppose to call a home, is what helped indefinitely. And now, a year separate from the prank, things finally feel normal between them.

Well— Erm, not normal per se. Those idiots are still blustering and bumbling and bashfully avoiding one another when anything close to romantic comes up in a discussion or when their hands touch over the Great Hall table or whenever James makes a pointed remark when he catches one of them staring a bit too slack jawed at the other in the midst of something totally bloody innocuous in the eyes of a normal person— EG: Sirius gathering his hair— that’s nearly to the bottom of his neck now a days— into a small knot on the back of his head, or Remus sucking idly on a sugar quill while he’s revising. And sure, James has to deal with the kicks at his ankles, or a spare jinx if one of them is especially pissy, but Lily’s come to join him in the ribbing, so it kind of makes everything all right. Especially when she levels her beautiful, forrest green eyes with his own brown ones, and she actually looks sort of endeared.

Yeah— that’s a fucking amazing feeling all right, and it’s probably the memory of that happening only a few hours ago that has got James all jittery now, far past midnight. So with a tired sigh, he slides open the drapes of his fourposter, is ready to go downstairs for a kitchen raid if Remus isn’t awake— Though once he sets his glasses on, and blinks a few times over to get acclimated with the dark, he’s only a bit stunned to find the shapes of Remus and Sirius crowded on the former’s bed— and they’re really not much more than suggestions beneath the shadows, but it’s enough for James to see Sirius’s head bent low, resting it against the crook of  Moony’s neck and shoulder, while the shorter boy has got his arms wrapped around Sirius’s torso. And it’s nothing obscene, not really— it’s not like they’re nude or anything— but Sirius is shirtless, and Remus does have this blissed out expression painted over his features, that James would bet good money is the same one Sirius has got on if most of his face wasn’t covered by his hair.

And in another breath, Remus’s honey colored eyes flap open, widening exponentially when he catches sight of James, and wiggling around as if he wants to move away from Sirius completely, which is of course stunted when Sirius makes a low noise under his breath, and presses closer so that his mouth is quite literally right against Remus’s neck, and his arms tug him closer.

And James is definitely convinced that he’s the best mate any bloke could ask for when instead of chuckling at the obvious show of territorialism, he just shakes his head indulgently at them, mouthing an “About time plonker,” to Remus, who replies in kind with a hefty, two fingered salute.

This time James has to bite down to prevent his chuckle from spilling out.

“And here I was, about to offer you a snack from our dear house elves.” He whispers, hopefully quiet enough so that only Remus could hear.

“Oh, just bugger off,” Remus retorts, smiling with such mirth that James can’t even feign to be affronted over it, only follows the playful command and tries figuring out just how to give the ‘If you hurt him I’ll hurt you’ talk to the pair of them without it coming across insincerely. 

~+I~

Millie was bored until she saw them.

The only reason why Millie got this boring job in this beyond posh restaurant is because her folks reckon that she needs to learn some form of responsibility before university, and she hates it. The pay is absolute shite, and most of her coworkers are all levels of boring, and the patrons are not nearly entertaining enough to try and make up some secret back story of tumultuous affairs or secret agents from the MI6, or a royal from some country on the continent meeting their star-crossed lover.

It’s all just painfully ordinary, and she’s cursing her parents while she chomps on her gum, reading some stupid note by an ugly old fart who left her his number on the receipt. 

Scoffing while she bins it, Millie glances over to the newly occupied table in her section, heart immediately leaping once she gets a good look at the pair of blokes sitting down. 

The sandy haired one is definitely cute in that reserved way her best friend Claire would definitely be mad over— the guy who could read you poetry in French or Italian and then gently kisses the back of your hand. And that’s all and well, but Millie’s every attention is laser focussed on his mate, the one that looks like he can be bloody James Bond with those smoldering eyes and that ink black hair, and God, those cheekbones! Definitely one of those beautiful, Public school boys who’s born and bread by the patrician. And while she takes their orders, she tosses him her most flattering of grins and slips in her giggle that an ex boyfriend compared to silver bells, and is sure to flip her long, chestnut hair enough times so he’d notice, even if she’s pretty sure he’s either pissed or probably more than a bit stoned. (Truly, where the bloody hell would he come up with pumpkin juice? How horrid must that taste). 

Millie may or may not spend an unreasonable amount of time spying at them from where the cooks drop off the completed plates to be sent away. He’s just so bloody good looking, and she can’t believe this awful job has finally brought her such an amazing distraction, and the arse doesn’t even pay her much mind, leaving the ordering and the conversing to his fair haired friend.

Maybe he’s sensitive, she thinks to herself. Maybe he’s just a shy soul. And yes, that must be it! The poor, beautiful sod. She’s sure to make her intentions clear next time she thinks it’s appropriate to top off their waters, because she’s so very  gracious like that.

“Enjoying yourselves?” Millie asks in her most light hearted of cadences, filling up the shorter one’s glass but smiling fully and exclusively to the boy who looks like he should be starring in some sort of Brook’s Brothers advert.

“Ta,” the sandy haired boy says, sounding a bit amused at her dilemma, but it’s kind enough so Millie doesn’t feel brassed off over it. “Do you mind pointing me to the loo?”

“Oh of course!” She crows, suddenly ecstatic as she directs him, finally getting a chance to be alone with the model. Though when she turns her attention to him once the other one leaves to take a leak, she’s kind of confused how he’s staring after him with a glance she vividly remembers on the face of her ex whenever she’d peer back around to ensure he was watching her go— Though, if Millie’s being honest, the model somehow looks simultaneously eager to watch the back of him, but also already disheartened not to have him around in ways she doubts anyone she’s ever gone out with has ever exhibited. “He’s a nice chap,” she states, instead of marinating on the strangeness of this development.

The practical model starts, seems to have forgotten about her presence all together, but then he glances over towards her with those impossibly flattering, pale gray eyes, and he nods disinterestedly. And yeah, yikes. That is a total hit to Millie’s ego.

“Ahem,” she clears her throat, begins twisting her free hand into the material of her apron. “’S nice you guys came for dinner, you don’t see much friends considering how bloody expensive it is here, hah.”

Millie feels herself going absolutely scarlet at the impassive way he drags his gaze up and down her form before taking a swig of his Bellini. “He’s not my friend.”

“Oh,” Millie practically squeaks out, suddenly wonders if maybe he’s a tutor from his class or something? Maybe the model is just taking the cute one out to dinner as a thanks for helping him pass his A-levels? Maybe this is considered cheap in the circles that the model keeps.

“’S our one year anniversary actually,” he tells her, still in that methodical, blasé way of his. And oh. Oh wow! Suddenly everything is snapping into clarity.

The way the two boys had brushed the back of their hands before being seated, how model had trusted the other boy to order for him, how model never looked away from the cute one’s mouth or collarbones or hands as they spoke. How whenever she came around to ask if they needed anything else, it felt like she was intruding on more than just a couple of mates catching up.

Oh Jesus, she feels like such an idiot, and Millie tells the model just as much.

“I’m sorry, I’m an idiot! I didn’t even put it together.”

Remarkably, the model’s rigid posture goes a bit loose at her apology, and the corner of his thin lips quirk up into a grin. “’S fine, he didn’t want to make a fuss out of it, but yeah— Just feels good telling someone.”

Millie nods eagerly, she can’t understand exactly what he means, obviously not,  but she can definitely try to, and if it feels good for him to tell a random bird about something so important, then she’s more than happy to help. “Well the point stands, yeah? He seems like a good sort, you’re lucky to have found each other.”

The model’s grin goes elastic at that, and he looks actually approachable for the first time tonight. “I’m the luckiest bloke in the world that I get to be with him.”

Millie flushes at the intensity embedded into his statement, but thankfully doesn’t have to answer when she hears the sandy haired boy walking closer now, smiling so brightly that there’s a dimple popping up on the apple of his cheek that Millie’s only just noticed— The mirth is a good color on him, she reckons. Makes him look as gorgeous as those boys on the telly dramas her Mum is always gushing about, even his eyes turn more golden than light brown. “You pestering our waitress Padfoot?”

“You know I keep my devilish tongue for you and you alone Moonbeam,” the model—Padfoot cannot be his actual name for heaven’s sake— retorts.

“Lucky me,” the sandy haired boy says wryly as he takes a seat, and while Millie walks away— intending to get them a pudding that’s on the house to celebrate the milestone of their relationship— she peers back around only once and it’s enough to see the tips of their fingers kissing across the table, and their smiles looking like a secret language not meant for anyone else to read. 

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Mini Fanfic #806: A Missing Rex (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

4:06 p.m. at Pyra and Dark Pit's Hotel Room........

Pyra: (Pacing Back and Forth in a Panicked Like Manner) Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod Ohmygod!!!

Dark Pit: (Lays on his Bed Lazily) Will you calm down already? You've been walking around like that for ten minutes straight now.

Pyra: (Turns to Dark It a Very Worried Look on her Face) I CAN'T!!! How do you expect me to get over the fact that we LEFT Rex alone in that mansion!? W-What if he gets starved or dehydrated in there!?

Dark Pit: Peach brought a crap ton of groceries the day before we got here. I'm sure he'll live for days on end.

Pyra: Oh. Right. I forgot about all of that....(Starts Getting Worried Again) B-B-But if what someone barges themselves in there and hurts him!?

Dark Pit: Are there any villains and crooks you know from your universe knows where either of you are?

Pyra: Not really. No.

Dark Pit: Then you have nothing to worry about on that front either. Plus, even if someone did try and break in, the guy can still be able to hold his own in fight.

Pyra: Rex has gotten a lot better wielding the Aegis blade now that you've mentioned.....(Starts Getting Worried Yet Again) B-But I don't know. Are you absolutely sure-

Dark Pit: He'll be fine, Pyra! Just try and calm down for a second and relax, alright? It's not gonna do you any good if you keep worrying about him throughout this trip.

Pyra: (Sighs in Defeat as She Finally Sits Herself Down the Edge of her Bed) You're right.....(Turns to Dark Pit) I'm sorry about all of this, Pitto. This whole situation has got me stressed out since the moment we got here.

Dark Pit: I can tell. You really care about him, do you?

Pyra: (Place her Hand on her Chest) From the bottom of my heart. We've always been there for one another even before we started dating. (Giggles Softly) I remember the time we were actually trying to confess our love to one another.

Dark Pit: Seriously?

Pyra: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. Rex was struggling through it the most out of the both of us. It really cute~

Dark Pit: ('Heh') Bet it was dorky too.

Pyra: (Pouts at Dark Pit) No!......('Sigh') Okay. Yeah it kinda was. But I still love every moment of it thank you very much.

Dark Pit: (Shrugs) Ain't doubting you on that one. But look, I may not know the guy as much as you or Myrtha do, but I still believe he can hold his only out there. Just try not to worry about him too much, alright?

Pyra: ('Sigh') I will. It's not going to be completely, but I'll still try. (Turns and Pick Up a Picture Frame of Rex From the Dresser) I really hope you're doing okay in the mansion, Rex. (Kiss the Picture Frame Before Hugging it) I love you so much.

Meanwhile Back at the Smash Mansion.........

TV Screen: I NEEEEEED ITTTTTT!

Rex: (Sighs While Watching TV on the Sofa) I still can't believe I'm all alone here. I bet everyone else is having fun at that Isle Defino place....With the lovely sunlight basking around the area, the relaxing spas, the steaming hotsprings.....I bet they make tropical smoothies there too. I would kill to have one of those!~ (Turns to a Picture Frame of Pyra and Mythra Together) I hope you two are having a good time out there. Ah who am I kidding? Of course you are-

'Grumbling'

Rex: (Place his Hand on his Stomach) Oh geez..... Guess I really do need to get myself something to eat right now. But I already made myself a sandwich yesterday. (Place his Hand on his Chin) Perhaps I can try and cook some.... thing?....

Rex's eyes suddenly begins to widened as he hears the sounds of a uproaring fire loud sirens and screams in his mental conscious. And of this while thinking about the diaster that could possibly happen at this very Moment.

Rex: On second thought, maybe I should try and order pizza instead. (Gets Up From the Sofa and Makes his Way to the Mansion's Telephone)

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I Need To Know - Part Six

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

(Imagine the car window not being smashed for this part!)

Billy’s words seem to grate on me for the rest of the day. He was so incredibly cocky, acting as if he knew anything and everything about me. He knew nothing. He met me yesterday! How could he have a clue about anything?

‘Driving miss daisy?’

What was that? He didn’t have a clue how I felt about my life, he didn’t know what I wanted, what I needed, my plans for the future. Not to mention his demeanor, his constant winking, the attitude of a self-assured asshole with his head too far up his own ass to consider anyone else around him. And that damn smirk, that stupid damn smirk…

“Y/N…” Harrington sings as he practically skips down the hall towards me. I turn and laugh as others stare and laugh along.

“What can I help you with Harrington?” I laugh, closing my locker and leaning against it as he stops in front of me.

“Oh, I know you can help me because I have a pocket full of quarters and some intense feeling inside me which says I neeeeeed to play dig dug” he laughs. Steve had a strange obsession with dig dug whenever we went to the arcade. He was never any good, in fact he was crap. He could never get close to being on the leader board, but damn he did try.

“Well I think your craving can be quenched. Say six?”

“Perfect! Couldn’t think of anything better!” he smiles, picking up my bag from my feet and swinging it round his shoulder along with his own. He was still in grovelling mode, he knew there was no need, after a trip to the arcade we were always back to normal, but he decided to carry on anyway, and I did nothing to stop him. We walk towards the doors, still laughing together. He opens the door for me, holding it as I get through.

“Steve!” a voice shouts as it closes behind us. I turn to see Nancy stood in the hallway watching us walk away.

“Hey, Nancy’s calling you” I say, grabbing Steve’s arm lightly to make him stop.

“I know. I heard her”

“Have you not spoken to her yet?”

“No, I have” he says, looking at the ground around his feet. “She pulled me out of gym right when your new boyfriend ripped the ball out of my hands”

“New boy…” I begin to question before I realize who he’s talking about. “He is not my boyfriend” I say, shoving Steve’s arm as he laughs and begins to walk away from the school, probably to make sure Nancy doesn’t reach us.

“Whatever you say Y/N” he jokes.

“Stop changing the subject anyway!”

“I basically reminded her of everything she said last night, since she was apparently too drunk to remember” he says as we reach his car. He unlocks it, swinging both our bags in the back before we both climb in.

We talk the whole way home about what happened. How Nancy forgot the whole thing and pulled Steve out of basketball to ask why he hadn’t picked her up this morning. Steve told me how he asked her if she truly loved him, and she said yes, but she couldn’t actually say the words. And I could see the heartbreak behind Steve’s eyes, and the smile of him trying to be strong. He tried to brush it off, as he always did in these situations, but I knew him, and I knew how he was really feeling.

“Are you sure your okay?” I ask as he pulls up outside my house. “We don’t have to go to the arcade tonight, we can do a movie and ice cream night?” I suggest, since that was what he did for me when I was heartbroken that Grayson hadn’t asked me to the winter formal in middle school, since then it also became one of our regular solutions to suffering.

“Nah” he laughs. “I think the arcades a good solution for this one. Plus, I gotta get rid of these quarters somehow” he says with a smile. I smile back at him, I only wanted what was best for him, so if that was what he wanted, that would be it. “Six?”

“Six” I smile, closing the car door and waving as he drives off.

---

Six o’clock soon came around and I was running late. I had tried to call Steve’s house, hoping to catch him before he left, tell him I would be about ten minutes late since I had lost track of time doing some homework. But his mom picked up, telling me he had already left but was sure he wouldn’t be mad.

When I finally got to the arcade, I was twenty minutes late, I practically ran since I didn’t live too far away. When I got there, I was ready to do some grovelling of my own, tell him I had tried to ring, tell him about the homework and wait for the onslaught of jokes to come of me being a nerd. But I was wrong. His car wasn’t in the car park. He couldn’t have left already?

I rush into the arcade, hoping he was there somehow. That’s when I spot Mike, Nancy’s little brother with all of his friends. They look up from the game their playing, some roll playing one about slaughtering a dragon, before waving. Dustin was the one currently playing, but he still looks up and waves, clearly making him loose the game.

“Shit!” he shouts, kicking the machine. “Piece of shit!” I laugh and roll my eyes at them. I had never expected to know this group of kinds, but like I said before, when I became friends with Jonathan last year, things took a strange turn of events, now I shared more secrets with these kids then most of my high school friends.

Its Dustin who I need to talk to. Ever since last year the pair have become friends, but not in a weird way, move like a sibling relationship, I know Steve see’s him as a little brother now, so by default, I kind of took an older sister roll, to all of them really.

“Henderson” I smile as I walk towards the party.

“Y/N!” he cheers, the others cheering with him “Long time no see girl” he says, attempting a smirk before showing his teeth and doing some awkward growl thing. I give him a funny look before I burst out laughing.

“Nice teeth man, but please never do that again” I laugh.

“Told you it wouldn’t work” Lucas laughs, shoving Dustin’s arm lightly.

“I’m telling you, the ladies can’t resist these peals” he says before doing the growl again.

“What’s up Y/N?” Lucas asks after a second of glaring at Dustin.

“Any of you guys seen Steve? Has he been in here at all?”

“Haven’t seen him since the other day” Dustin replies.

“Not see his car outside? Nothing?”

“Nope. Sorry Y/N” Lucas replies. I see Mike pull more quarters out of his pocket and look around to see what games are free, suggesting my time here is short lived.

“No worries, cheers for the help guys. Enjoy!” I smile.

“Wait, wait!” Dustin splutters. “Are you sure you don’t want to hang with us for a while?”

“Dustin” Mike says quietly, clearly impatient.

“No, don’t worry about it guys. I’m sure I’ll catch you later. Stay safe!” I smile again as I turn on my heels and walk towards the door.

---

I’m check my watch again. Ten past seven. Where the hell is he? He didn’t call before I left, there’s been no sign of him here, no sign of him before I got here. Nothing. Where the hell is he.

I can feel my impatience grow. I didn’t feel annoyed, I could just feel some slight irritation since I had been waiting here so long.

I pull out the pack of cigarettes from my jacket pocket and light one up. At least if I was smoking, I wouldn’t look so weird for standing outside the arcade for so long. Then, the rev of an engine as it pulls into the car park.

Of course. Of all the places in Hawkins, of all the places in the world, of course it had to be him, at this time as well.

“Be back out here in an hour or…”

“I know, I know. Or I’m skating home” says a girls voice. I see a red headed girl climb out of the blue Camaro.

“Hey! Watch the attitude!” his voice shouts as she slams the door and rushes past me into the arcade. I hope for a second he hasn’t seen me, that he just drives away. My irritation was already high, I didn’t want to have it raised anymore by him. But my hope disintegrates as the engine turns off and a car door opens. He gets out and walks closer, leaning against the passenger side door so he is facing me.

“Can I help you Hargrove?” I say blankly as I blow smoke out of my nose.

“It’s funny. For someone who was so sure that we’d only speak once we sure seem to be running into each other a lot.”

“You do have a bad habit of appearing right when you’re not wanted”

“See, I think I seem to appear when you need me most” he smirks, which makes me scoff.

“When have I ever ‘needed you’”

“Well, you needed my cigarettes last night. You needed my car this morning for a ride. I’m guessing they’re my cigarettes your smoking now.” He laughs. “And I’m also guessing your needing something to do now, or do you just plan of standing outside the arcade for the rest of the night like a weirdo.” Maybe he had a point… No. I didn’t need him, he just happened to be convenient recently.

“I’m waiting for Steve”

“Again?” he laughs, but there’s a hint of pity in this laugh. And the pity had a point. This had happened a lot these past few days, me waiting around miserably for someone who wasn’t turning up. “Come on” he says, patting the passenger car door before walking round to the driver’s side.

“Come on where?” I didn’t want to be curious, but I couldn’t deny a part of me was. What else was I going to do with my night? Wait around here for Steve who probably won’t show, just to go home and spend the weekend alone, waiting to see him on Monday for whatever apology he would surely give? Or maybe… be a little impulsive? No. I didn’t know him. I met him yesterday, how could I go off somewhere again with him, especially at night…

“Just on a ride?”

“Where?”

“I thought I was the one who asks too many questions” he laughs, smirking again. “I’m not gonna force you Y/N, the choice is yours. If you want to wait around here all night in the cold that’s up to you, or you can come for a drive, and maybe, actually have a bit of fun for once” he says with a smile, but his voice doesn’t sound dirty like it usually does, there’s an actual hint of friendliness about it.

“You’re not gonna murder me?” I ask, partly to be funny, partly out of worry.

“No” he smirks. “The second you want to go home, we’ll turn around and I’ll drop you off. Deal?” he says with a wink, licking his lips. I take a second to look at him. His leather jacket and red shirt underneath unbuttoned just enough to show a little muscle. His eyes staring up as me, the streetlight adding a little glint in them. A rush of cold air blows and pushes me into making a decision as I step towards the car.

“Deal”

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[master-sass-blast]

Procrastination, you say??????? How’s about 1-15 for Kastle and 16-30 for Piotr/Reader (Riotr? Peader?)?

Truly, u are the fren I neeeeeed.

Also this is going under a cut bc yeah (sorry to mobile users).

Kastle:

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other: Frank. This is a man who adores the lady in his life, and he makes a point to make sure she knows that with gifts and more. Plus, do you think that Frank would let Karen pay for all the takeout the fandom agrees they eat? Frank “Ma’am” Castle? I think the fuck not.

Plus, I like to think that Frank uses gifts and more physical/monetary based gestures as a way of assuaging his own guilt/insecurities about his worth as a partner. He knows he can’t give Karen a normal life, that he puts her at risk, and that he can’t do some of the conventional couples’ stuff because of who he is, so I figure he gives her gifts (flowers, food, etc) as a way of trying to make up for that (not that Karen thinks he needs to, bear in mind).

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap: Both of them.

Karen does it on accident. They’ll be watching a movie, and she’ll be snuggled up in Frank’s lap, and he’s so warm and she just… falls asleep.

Frank does it more intentionally than not. Karen will hold him after he has a bad nightmare/a rough night of Punishing (taking down human traffickers, rapists, that sort of thing), and he just… feels and sleeps better in her arms. (Frank thinks he’s selfish for it; Karen begs to differ.)

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes: Both of them –but neither of them yell at each other to put on some clothes. *wink wonk*

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway: Both of them. Karen waits up for Frank when he’s out late Punishing despite him telling her not to, and Frank waits up for her (and waits in her car to pick her up if it gets really late) when she works late despite her telling him to just relax and sleep.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies: Karen and Frank, respectively. I just see Karen trying to make something, and then getting distracted with work and losing track of time, and then just… burning everything.

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”: Karen and Frank, respectively. Karen mostly does it to amuse/annoy him.

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes: Karen. One, Frank can’t fit into her clothes. Two, Frank’s hoodies are so warm.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right”: Neither of them. Frank goes with Karen if she runs errands, and Frank makes a list if he goes on his own. (I am a firm believer that Karen just eats a shit ton of takeout, and that’s if she remembers to eat.)

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions: Frank and Karen, respectively. Frank likes having control of the wheel, and Karen fills in the role of snack distributor/DJ/navigator as a result.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws: Frank and Karen, respectively –but it’s all candid.

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips: Karen and Frank, respectively. I can totally see Karen going all Mission Impossible, and then Frank just takes the easy way in and is like “Oh yeah, I disarmed the alarms when I scoped the place out” just to mess with her.

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking: Neither of them overdo it (unless Karen’s drinking with Foggy, and then she definitely does), but Frank will cut her off because he’s a protective Mama Hen at heart.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts: Frank. As I mentioned above, I think he does it to try and assuage his insecurities over not being enough for Karen.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own: Neither of them. They’re both careful about keeping each other’s identities straight, given Frank’s situation.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside: Neither of them, though Frank is way chiller around spiders than Karen is.

Piotr x Reader

16: Which one gives the other their jacket: PIOTR. He’s the ultimate Mama Hen.

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling: Okay, for the CHC, the Reader doesn’t have any siblings, and none of Piotr’s canon siblings would do that.

In general? I think if the Reader had siblings they’d plan on it, and then they’d take one look at Piotr and go “This guy’s a total marshmallow. Do we need to warn our sibling not to break his heart?”

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other: In the CHC, it’s Piotr (technically).

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting: Not to spoil anything for the CHC… but they’re gonna be great. *wink wonk*

Even outside of the CHC, I think they’d do a good job. Piotr seems like he’d be a great father.

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters: Piotr and the Reader, respectively.

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them: Also Piotr and the Reader, respectively (not that Pete really needs protecting, but he does occasionally need someone to stick up for him, poor guy).

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun: They both do, the dorks.

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy: Piotr, one hundred percent. He’s the Reader’s impulse control, so when he’s not around… yeah.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired: Piotr. I don’t think the Reader could even carry Piotr like that.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering: They both do.

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder: Okay, in CHC canon it’s Piotr. Outside of that… either.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked: I’m not sure either of them would ask, but Piotr’s definitely been roped into a few situations where the Reader made him over because they wanted to.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of: I think it could happen with either of them.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains: Piotr. Have you seen the size of the guy?

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do/Who would take the pictures: There’s at least one trip to Russia, one trip to Disney, and then the rest of it’s up to whatever they feel like/can afford. Piotr takes the pictures.

[sweetcontradiction]

Date Night

Synopsis: Miranda and Anderson go on their first date since Luna was born

Anderson smiled when he heard the shower in their bathroom finally turn on, bouncing the crying baby in his arms to keep her from wailing for her mother any longer.

“Hey babe, shhh. Give momma five minutes of peace.”

Luna ignored him and continued to reach her chubby fists toward the bathroom door, wanting her mom back. Anderson dreaded the thought of leaving her with his in-laws but figured her lack of naps were bound to come of benefit.

“That’s the door, daddy!”

“Go ahead and open it, sweetie!”

Before he had even finished his sentence, he could hear high-pitched squeals from downstairs as his nearly five-year-old opened the door to her grandparents, wrapping her arms around the both of them as Bev struggled to shut the door behind her.

“Hey…” Anderson said, walking downstairs once Charlotte had had a moment with Bev and Rick. Luna was still crying in his arms, banging her fists off his chest.

“Is she okay?” Rick asked, directing his eyes to the screaming one-year-old as Charlotte sat on his outstretched knee in the large hallway.

“Miranda’s in the shower…” he explained “apparently she doesn’t like having a mom who’s clean”

Both Bev and Rick laughed, tickling Luna’s stomach as soon as their son-in-law reached the bottom step. Ushering them into the kitchen, Anderson showed them the list of menus Miranda had put out for her parents for once the kids were asleep. He ignored the supplementary note placed on top, telling them things they were bound to already know. They had raised her perfectly fine after all.

“Luna’s only had one nap today so you should get her down pretty easily…” he began, sighing when she hiccuped through her tears. “and if she plays up, there’s pumped milk in the fridge.”

Bev nodded, outstretching her arms to try and hold the crying babe but Luna used her tiny socked foot to kick her away. Instead choosing to cling to her exhausted dad.

“Charlotte’s got ballet tomorrow so she’s to be in bed by eight.”

He rhymed off anything else he could think of that Miranda would insist on him saying but he couldn’t help but stifle a laugh when Rick placed his hand on his shoulder.

“We’ve got this, son. Go enjoy yourself.”

Anderson simply nodded and led them back into the living room where Charlotte was fully prepared, her doll house centered on the living room floor with the rest of her toys surrounding her as she looked up at her grandparents.

“You ready to play, nana?”

Leaving them to entertain his four-year-old, Anderson heard the shower turn off and so he made his way upstairs with Luna in tow. He opened the door to his bedroom and found Miranda in a towel, sorting through the various dresses she had thrown on the bed. He laughed when she huffed. Eight years later and she was still as indecisive over what to wear as she was the first day he met her.

“The black one” he answered simply, knowing helping her out would prevent a meltdown. He didn’t need a sobbing wife along with the upset daughter already on his hip.

Miranda gave him a small smile, returning the rest of the dresses to her dresser before looking down at her daughter, her thumb in her mouth with her tear-stained face looking up at Miranda with big sad blue eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Luna continued to stare at her, her eyes wide but when she gave into a yawn, Miranda laughed. Within the next ten minutes, she’d be fast asleep in her crib.

“Give me twenty minutes and I’ll meet you downstairs.” she informed her husband, giving him a kiss on the cheek before disrobing.

Anderson left her to it, deciding to go into the darkened nursery to lighten his in-laws load once he and his wife left. Taking a seat in the large armchair, he sank his body weight into the cushions before laying Luna across his arms, stroking the blonde tufts on her head as she sighed in pleasure, finally giving into the sleep she was trying so desperately to resist.

“Sleep well, baby.”

______

“If anything happens, mom, call me right away! There’s milk in the — “

“Miranda.” Bev groaned. “We know. Go enjoy yourself.”

Anderson laughed as he practically dragged his wife out of their home, placing his hand on her shoulder to ensure she wasn’t going to charge back in to the kids. He almost ran for the car so that their night wouldn’t be ruined before it even began. Miranda smiled as she stepped into the mustang, rejoicing at the immaculate interior. She couldn’t remember the last time they used his old car. They had gotten so used to the dirty trucks, inundated with old food wrappers and footprints from both girls and the dogs.

Looking through the cassettes in his glove box, Miranda chose Patsy Cline and relished in the peaceful atmosphere as the soft melody played through the speaker as she relaxed.

“You ready to go, babe?”

“I can’t wait!!”

By the time they pulled up to Miranda’s favorite Italian restaurant, she was a lot more relaxed than she had been thirty minutes previous. Her hand was by her husband’s thigh as she sang along absent-mindedly to the country tunes playing through the stereo.

Getting out the car, Anderson ran around to the opposite side and opened the door for his wife, grabbing her hand as she wobbled out in her heels and onto the sidewalk. She smiled at his thoughtfulness. It was nice to know nothing had changed since their first dates.

They walked hand-in-hand into the restaurant before they informed the waiter of their reservation and he took them out to their usual spot, a small table for two positioned near the back of the Nashville restaurant. He’d taken her there numerous times when they had first begun dating and right up until the birth of their second child. Since then, their visits had become less and less frequent.

“Your usual wine, Mrs Anderson?”

“Yes, please!” she clasped her hands together, trying to remember the last time she went by a name other than mom.

“You look beautiful tonight…” her husband gazed at her from the other side of the table as she sipped her wine. He laughed as he watched her eyes roll back in pleasure.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.”

They both grinned, taking in the adult atmosphere. Anderson watched with intent as Miranda poured another glass of wine, making sure to top his up too so she would feel less guilty later. He looked at her face, loving the way her top knot had been placed with long curls that accentuated her red lips. She caught him looking.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt this pretty.”

‘You look beautiful everyday, honey.”

“Really?” she chuckled. “With throw up in my hair all day?”

“Well, I love you regardless.”

“I’m glad! I need somebody to take me on nights like this!”

“I’m sorry we have’t been doing it more often, Ran” he told her honestly, taking her hand in his from across the table. “I kept meaning to book a reservation but —“

“I understand... Charlotte has a better social life than us!”

They both laughed thinking of the countless activities their four-year-old got up to, leaving no time for them to even breathe never mind organize a date night. They were soon interrupted by the waiter asking for their orders; Miranda couldn’t help the wide grin on her face when her husband ordered for her. Remembering her favorite from every other time they’d been there.

“When was the last time we even had a date night?” she asked as she took another sip from her red wine.

“Wasn’t the last time the night we made Luna?”

Holding her hand over her mouth, Miranda did her best to hold in her laughter. He had to be right.

“That was a good night!” she laughed. “Shame we didn’t know it’d be our last one for a while!”

“It’s been a long two years…” he laughed.

“But the best!”

He couldn’t help but agree.

Throughout the course of their meal, Anderson kept an eye on countless bottles of wine Miranda was going through. By the time she had finished her dessert, he could see her eyes glazing over and she was laughing hysterically at everything he said.

“We neeeeeed to do this more often!” she insisted, banging her fist on the table.

“I promise we will, babe”

Miranda smiled at that, brushing her curls back from her face and looking into her husband’s eyes.

“You’re so good to me.”

He laughed when her voice cracked, the sheer volume of alcohol was clearly beginning to affect her emotions. As much as he knew he’d be flying solo in the morning while she nursed a hangover, he didn’t care. She deserved to relax for the night, drink and eat whatever she wished. He wasn’t going to be the one to ruin her fun when she was unwinding.

“Let’s get outta here!”

Anderson held onto his wife’s soft waist as she barely managed to remain upright as they walked back to the car. The weather had begun to get a little colder, so he took his suit jacket off and wrapped it over Miranda’s shivering shoulders.

“You ol’ romantic” she grinned, patting his chest.

He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as his wife giggled for no reason on his arm, muttering things under her breath and laughing when she told a joke she thought was funny. By the time they reached the car, Miranda’s heels were throbbing so he made her hold onto the car bonnet, lifting each of her feet up and taking her heels off before lifting her into the car, hearing her giggle once again.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted some more dessert!”

“Nice try, babe.” he laughed, climbing into the driver’s seat. “Your parents need us back. The girls have probably turned the house upside down by now.”

“Can’t we just book into a hotel for the night?!” Miranda groaned, stomping her bare foot on the dashboard. He laughed when a slight yawn escaped her lips.

“You’re worse than Luna!!”

“They won’t mind! We can call them and let them know an—“

“Ran…” her husband chuckled. “You know how much I’d love that but —“

“Don’t say we can at home because we can’t. One of them will wake up.” she sighed, clearly pissed off.

“So we’ll be quiet”

“I’m sick of that!!!” she huffed again. Anderson couldn’t help but laugh. He hadn’t seen his wife this drunk in a long time. He’d grown accustomed to her being a responsible mom-of-two. He forgot how much he loved this side of her.

“Well you just hang in there, baby.” he said, starting up the engine. “I’ve got an idea.”

________

“Mike?” Miranda questioned when he drove in the opposite direction from their farm. “Where are we going?”

“You sit your pretty little butt there and wait and see” he winked.

Miranda felt butterflies begin to gather in the pit of her stomach - a mix of the wine and the excitement.

Pulling up by a deserted field, Miranda looked over at him confused.

“I’m not doing it in a field when it’s dark and freezing!!” she protested, a little disappointed with his plan. Their bed was sounding better by the second.

“I don’t mean the field…” he whispered, leaning over and breathing into her neck, leaving a soft kiss. “It’s quiet here and there’s three perfectly good seats in the back.”

Miranda smirked, leaning closer into her husband, leaving a kiss on his puckered lips.

“I love you.”

“Show me.” he smirked, moving closer and attacking her red lips.

As Miranda got acquainted in the backseats of the mustang, she giggled when he cuddled in beside her, playing with the hem of her little black dress. It reminded her of the beginning of their relationship when everything was new and exciting. Somehow her husband still managed to make her feel like he had eight years previous.

Unzipping the back of her dress, Anderson shrugged it off her body, laughing when she kicked it off her ankles and it flew into his face. He gave her a wink, throwing the dress into the front seat to retrieve later - for now his attention was all on her.

After unbuttoning his shirt, Miranda smiled into the steamy kiss as he leaned down, running his fingers through her curls, rejoicing in the soft moans escaping her lips. She had missed this.

As both their hands roamed each other, Miranda sighed when she heard her phone ring, the soulful voice of her husband filling the car.

“Leave it.”

“What if it’s your parents?” he questioned, trying his hardest to resist her attempts to pull him back onto her.

“They’ll survive”

Anderson laughed as Miranda pulled him back down, her hands running through his curls as she kissed him deeply. She groaned when he pulled back, the ringtone starting back up again.

“It’s gotta be the girls! They’ll try my phone if you don’t answer yours, babe.”

Miranda sighed, knowing he was right. Managing to find the space to sit up in the cramped space, Miranda leaned over the middle of the car, picking her phone up from the dock in the front. She smirked when she felt her husband’s hands grip her ass.

“Hey mom.”

“We’re just calling to check up on you.”

“What am I? Fifteen again?” she laughed, biting her lip when Anderson began to kiss her neck, his hands resting on her bare hips. “Are the girls okay?”

“Charlotte fell asleep watching Cinderella, she’s in bed now. And Luna’s been an angel.”

“That’s great, mom.” Miranda managed to blurt out, trying her best to keep her emotions in check as she felt her husband’s lips against her soft skin.

“I’ll see you when you get home then” Bev chirped, ready to hang up the phone. “You two lovebirds have fun!”

The second that Bev hung up, Miranda threw her phone into the front seat and laid back down in the backseats of the car again. Gripping at Anderson’s neck, she pulled him down further, crashing her lips against his.

Pulling the shirt off his back, Miranda giggled as he unclasped her bra and threw it in the front seat beside her dress.

“I’ve missed this” she whispered in his ear breathily, masking another yawn the best she could.

“You’re already tired?” he chuckled, leaving another breathless kiss on her lips.

“In my defence…” she returned the kiss. “It is ten thirty, we’re usually asleep by this time.”

Anderson rubbed her hips before taking his left hand and stroking it down her slowly ageing face, brushing over her cheeks as he looked into her eyes.

“You just lay back and let me do all the work, baby.”

Giving her one last kiss, Anderson ran around to the front of the car, sitting in the driver’s seat as he flicked through the numerous tapes before placing the mixtape he had made to impress her eight years ago in the deck. He smiled when Mariah Carey began to play through the speakers, running back round to the back of the car and climbing back in, laughing at the mess his wife’s blonde hair had become in the last 15 minutes.

He leaned down, placing wet kisses on her chest before making his way up to her neck, closely followed by her face. As he placed a final passionate kiss on her lips, he looked down confused.

“Ran?”

Covering his hand over his mouth to stop a laugh escaping them, he squeezed in beside her, laying on his hip so she still had enough room. As he listened to her light snores, Anderson pulled her on top of him, using his shirt as a make shift blanket for her.

Stroking her head, he looked down at her peaceful face as she slept. He knew she’d reprimand him tomorrow for not waking her up to continue their love affair but he didn’t have the heart to disturb her. Cuddling into her soft folds, he kissed her face and watched her sleep. He knew they’d have to head back to the farm soon but for now, there was nowhere he’d rather be.

[moonlitjiminn]

Hi!! So I love your writing! Masterpiece was honestly such a beautiful series and Purple is really good and just all your scenarios are amazing! I was just wondering if you could recommend some bts fanfics to read? Thank you :)

So yes, I have a few fanfics that I would love to recommend but ask other people too because I haven’t been able to read that many on my time here, and I would love to read more.

Note: None of the pieces of writing I recommend will be smut because I don’t read smut but I know some of the writers do write smut so if you like reading that then check do out those as well :)

Also, make sure you check out every writer’s masterlists and all their works because they’re all amazing writers, I’m just recommending a few in particular which are my personal favourites 

And I have a fic rec tag to which I reblog some of my favourite fanfic so definitely check that out too!

I even made a banner for this guys

It’s serious

They are in no particular order, I just love them all, okay?

And sorry if the majority is Jimin fanfic *hides*

@bagelswrites

Love at First Touch

When no one knew

When we were lost

I am so thankful I found this author because I don’t really see much of platonic BTS scenarios and she writes platonic BTS!!! And I just started reading LaFT and let me tell you DAMN it’s amazing. By the way, the last two aren’t actually called that, that’s just the prompt she used to write it, but it’s one of my favourite pieces by her :)

@writeiolite

Wishful Wings

GUYS!!! I NEED MORE KING JIMIN LIKE HONESTLY THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD FIC I NEEEEEED MORE KING JIMIN IN MY LIFE

Honestly so good!!! I loved it! It was so fluffy and cute and just !!!!!!!!

I don’t KNOW how to describe how this fic made me feel except:

asdfghjklkjhgfdsa!!!!!!!!

@triptaech

Carpe Omnia

Photographer Yoongi is so adorable and this fic is so adorable and my heart couldn’t take it. She’s so good at describing and making each moment worthwhile to read.

I loved it

@fireheart-namjoon

Trick or True

This story hurt me and I can’t explain how much I loved that pain. I love the way the author writes, it just made me keep wanting to read even though I started to fear what was going to happen

I LOVE ANGST

I LOVE IT

@btsugaplums

The sun will set

This story is actually the first gang au I’ve ever read and it’s so good?? L is so good at writing, like her descriptions are amazing and you can tell she put so much thought and work into her writing

Make sure you read all her stories

ALL of them

@bangtan-spells

Farewell

Simply Loveable

Idk if you know how much I love angst, and heartbreak so like… Farewell is literally my type of scenario, while Simply Loveable is super adorable and asdfghjkl imagine dating Taehyung like…. it’s so cute

@kmindset

Jimin, New Employee

Daycare

Not out of Love

EVERYONE YOU ACTUALLY HAVE TO GO TO HER BLOG AND READ EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEIR FANFICS OKAY? Okay.

I love me some Jimin CEO stuff and she writes tHE BEST CEO PARK JIMIN

@classybts

My Fault

This story is so angsty I love it so much. I honestly don’t know why I do this to myself but I just love reading angst even though it hurts me both mentally and physically… I still do it

Make sure you check out this scenario as well as all their work!

@wewritekpop

Daddy’s Little Angel 

Okay but who doesn’t die when they read about Jimin as a dad? (Was about to write Daddy Jimin but…) This story is so cute and fluffy and asdfghjkl You need to check out all their work!

@bts-story

One Sided Love

So, as I stated before, I love dying. So I read angst, it’s good for the soul you know? 

@bangtan-wishes

Drown Me

I REQUESTED THIS ONE AND IT TURNED OUT BETTER THAN WHAT I HAD IN MIND AND I JUST ASDFGHJKL I LOVE IT SO MUCH

It’s angst guys

@taeciturn

Sakura

What am I to You?

Idk if you know by now but I love angst more than anything else in this world and

CUUUUUUTE

CUUUUUUUTE

SUUUUPER

CUUUUUUUTE

@bangtangy-candy

You, Me, and the Cherry Tree

This writer is amazing and I keep reading fluffy stories so like…. it’s super fluffy and cute.

@heungtanbts

From The Rooftop

Friday Nights

SO FLUFFY I DIED WHEN READING THIS. I just love the character Jimin has in this story and ahhhhh she’s such a good writer!!

@exoticarmy127

Law of Motion and Attraction

If you’re have a BTS tumblr and you don’t know Kaye, then what are you doing with your life? And if you haven’t read the story about the adventures of Prof V, what are you doing with your life? This is personally one of my favourite stories on tumblr/wattpad, so if you haven’t read it, get to it! And if you already have read it, why not read it again? XD

@mochirapgod

First

This is super cute, if you like super cute then read this super cute fic

@nambaae

We Were in Screaming Colours

Beautifully written, honestly

@sceoulnarios

Camp Bangtan | Afternoon Nap

Sunshine

Saved?

Ghost of You

Ease

So some are super cute but then the others…. you know…

Angst

@chokemejimin

See You Later On

Guys!!! This is so frikin heartbreaking I just-

I love it so much

@summertae

Dial gone wrong

A slice of love

Both of these are sooooo damn cute!!!! I especially love the first one because like I feel like I could totally imagine it happening. The writer is actually so good in their detail and I just love reading her work

And now you see that I really haven’t read that many fics in my time here, and the ones I read are mostly Jimin

Love you guys!!

[a-poets-notebook]

Maisie and Clara

" Let me get you a drink." Travler whisper yelled into Maisie's ear as the party howled and bustled around them. Maisie shook her head, making Travler pout. A while had gone by since Maisie saw Clara roaming around, and she was beginning to worry that seeing Charlie's explosion earlier had more of an affect on her than she let on, so she wanted to check up on her. She started asking around before deciding to go look for her in her bedroom. Maisie squeezed through a few people, getting vodka spilt on her in the process, and finally made it to Clara's room. She knocked on the door, but the radio thumped loudly on the counter right by her, so she decided to just walk in. Her eyes widened when she saw Clara in nothing but her black lace bra and underwear with Charlie's lips sliding down her torso. " Shit, oh uh, hi." Maisie stuttered. " Relax it's just Maisie." She drunkenly slurred to a startled Charlie. "Hi hun, you're kind of interrupting something." Charlie looked up at Maisie only to meet her glare. " Nah um, actually why don't you two talk, I'm gunna go to the washroom." Charlie hesitantly dismissed himself. " Oh look what you did." Clara pouted to Maisie, before immediately switching her mood back. "Whatever, come sit. You look like you have something to say. Actually wait, maybe I don't want to hear it." She babbled. Maisie went to sit down beside her anyways, with her disapproving look clear on her face. "Oh come onnnnnnn Maisie, what's that look for? We're both consenting adults. Okay, substitute that for- we're both equally as drunk." She sputtered a laugh, curling up into herself before collapsing onto Maisie's shoulder. " Clara, Charlie broke up with his girlfriend yesterday. Not even an hour ago he nearly brought himself to tears about it while fighting with Travler." "Exactly, she was baddddd for himmmm." " He's using you." Maisie said sternly, pushing her back up to a sitting position and holding her arms to balance her. " So?" Maisie's disapproval fell deep into concern, she didn't know how to reason with Clara's drunken carelessness. She always behaved carelessly, and in the beginning of their friendship, Maisie believed the facade, but she knew better now. She knew Clara was submitting herself to pain. " Clara, please don't let him back in here tonight." " But I'm lonely." Maisie recognized the truth laced in her desperate whine. " What if I stay in here with you for the rest of the party? I can even sleep over if you want. Will you do that instead of hooking up with him please?" Maisie begged. " Will you hook up with me?" Clara asked, startling her. " That's not what I meant." " Then No." " Come on Clara you're being ridiculous." " Am I? What's so wrong with wanting at least one of the people I like to hook up with me? We all have neeeeeeds Maisie. I like him, he's a good kisser, and this wouldn't be the first time. I mean last time it happened he was still dating that chick, whoops, haha I wasn't supposed to say that, you won't tell will you?" Maisie was speechless. "Well?" Clara swayed on her bed, playing with the lace hem of her see-through black bralette. " One of the people you like?" Maisie asked. " Never mind that," She giggled, "I'm well aware that I only have one option here, and that's the boy who's probably lingering awkwardly outside the door right now waiting for you to leave, so likeeee, unless you're going to kiss me or something, you're seriously cock blocking right now." Clara stated. Maisie stared at Clara breathlessly for a moment, who was impatiently tapping her fingers on her bare thigh with one hand while running her other through her mangled black hair. Maisie sighed, brushed a strand of Clara's hair out of her face, then stood up. She caught only a glimpse of the disappointment in Clara's hazy eyes as she turned towards the door and walked out. She bumped directly into Charlie who was waiting right outside as Clara suspected, and Maisie just walked past him, back out into the messy chaos of the party. She approached Travler, who smiled wide like he was looking for her, and she tapped on the liquor bottle in his hand. " I think I'll have that drink now." V.A

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1/30/17- The Morning After

I've been up for over an hour now, just because I can't fall back asleep. I neeeeeed to tell someone what happened but I can't. I can't tell my parents because they'll freak out and never let me work with him again. I can't tell Baily because she'll tell my parents. I can't tell anyone that really knows Baily because they'll tell her. And I sure as hell can't tell Nick, he would freak the fuck out. I don't blame him, I would too. Nothing happened, but it's still freaking me out. All I would've had to do was say "okay" and shit would've went down. It may take a little while to get past this but I'm going to have to. If we were both single, I would've been like "okay let's do it" just to break the sexual tension. I'm so in shock and I need to get it off my chest to someone but I really can't. I can't tell anyone, and it's gonna kill me inside for a while. At least it gets my mind off of other things, which is what I need right now. Writing about it helps me feel a little better to. Anyway, getting back to it, part of the reason I said no is because if we had fucked, I probably would've never been able to have him coach me again. Well that's a big part of it. I mean you can't just fuck your goalie coach and then expect things to go back to normal afterwards, right? I know he feels bad but it's gonna take me a little while to get over it. I'll play it off like I am, just so he feels better. It's not that I feel violated or anything, or that I felt pressured. I felt no pressure. I wanted to do it, but my subconscious saved me and told me "NO!". I couldn't put him in that position to tell his wife that he cheated on her, I wouldn't wanna be the "other woman". I couldn't cheat on Nick either. He trusts Justin, and for him to do something like that would really be a stab in the back to Nick. Nick trusts me too, and I can't break his trust. Our relationship is already troubled, I'm not going to ruin what we've built back up again. It's so bad of me to say that I almost thought about going with it. But I knew if I did I would fuck so many things up that it wouldn't be worth it. If I was a little older, Justin and I were both single, etc., then maybe I would've let it happen. I'm just in complete shock from seeing that side of him. I feel bad for his wife because she shouldn't have to put up with that. He needs to quit getting drunk, because I know he does it to solve his problems. Hopefully one day I can move on and forget about it. I don't want this to affect the goalie coaching part of it, because it shouldn't. I knew I shouldn't have even went. I knew he was gonna get drunk, but I didn't think he would actually try and pull that shit on me. That's insane. And it's gonna drive me crazy if I can't tell someone other than a Tumblr post...