#talked to him about using my pronouns n hes been a bit back n forth like initial reaction is always like

[pastelghostbro]

Feelin rough ngl

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Three. Four. Five. || Toxic!Husband!Price

For @glitterypirateduck's “O, Captain!” writing challenge! I used prompts:

30. "I hate you but if anything happened to you I'd burn the world" vibe.;

42. The story spans over a period of 10 or more years;

78. Give us a "That's my Wife!" moment.

Rating: E Words: 3.3K cw: toxic couple, VERY toxic, insults, death wishes, smut fade to black, pregnancy. Tags: f!reader, you/your pronouns but no Y/N, miilitary/court martial inaccuracies, very bad family dynamics?, dark humour??. Summary: John and Reader are in the worst fucking marriage ever. A collection of moments, dialogues and scenes from their terrible relationship. a/n: They are SO fucking toxic and dumb, I cannot- This is also very different from the stuff I usually write. This is ALSO not particularly angsty, more so dark humour.

There was a time when you loved John Price.

With all your heart, all your soul (and all your pussy).

That time was when you were young.

Ages 14 to 21, you loved him. He was your first kiss, your first time. High school sweethearts, you supported him through the academy, he supported you when you went to university. 

You stayed together through his first and second deployments. It was like an old-timey WW2 romance. 

So many letters exchanged back and forth. All lovey-dovey, with faint pen ink and smudged blotches on the pages as you made plans for the future.

Phone calls with spotty service and loads of static, only five minutes per soldier, 5 minutes which he’d spend only ever spend talking to you, asking you to relay any other messages to his mum, dad, siblings so he wouldn’t have to hang up with you. 

Polaroids clipped on the inside of envelopes which he would then slip into the breast pocket of his shirt, keeping you over his heart… one he’d often pull out and look at during transpo, thumbs tracing your eternal smile.

Polaroids of yours, a bit more risqué, which he would keep tucked into a journal under his pillow, for his eyes only.

John would walk around overseas with a smile on his lips after getting a letter or a call from you, brag to his teammates about his “bird back home”, never going out to bars to find one night stands like they did…

But sometime after his second deployment and joining the SAS, the puppy love that had lasted for years started to dwindle. 

Slowly but surely, you found that you were both growing distant.

You assumed you were both growing a bit ‘comfortable’, perhaps complacent… like all relationships tend to get after a while. 

By that time, John and you had already moved in together and you were no longer consistently alone for months at a time waiting for him to return from deployment. You blamed it on that. Plus, you’d been together for years by then!

But it felt different. There was distance, emotional and physical. Whenever he cuddled up to you, you felt cold and so did he. The kisses to your forehead were meaningless, the dinners at home eerily silent.

And between the distance and the inability to make proper plans, proper dates, celebrate milestones together, forgotten anniversaries, overlooked birthdays… It turned into arguments. 

And one argument turned to three, to five, to seven… hundred.

You found yourself growing bitter, angry, hateful.

It wasn’t a sudden shift or anything.

Not like you woke up one day and the one thought in your head was “I hate him”...

But you remember hating him longer than you ever loved him.

You tried breaking up. And failed. 

Some… bastardised feeling of guilt came to the forefront of both your minds at the idea of throwing away 5 6 7 8 9 10 years together, and giving up on your first love… and maybe even fear of having to start anew with someone else.

So, you simply continued going through the motions. You got engaged, big shiny rock on your finger, all big smile, but no tears came when he proposed. Your families were ecstatic, not quite able to see through the thinly veiled deceit.

For the wedding, you pulled out all the stops, stressed yourself out preparing the ceremony and reception with the women in your family (and his! His mother and sister were so happy that John was getting married!), going wedding dress shopping…

You had a beautiful ceremony, John wearing his full dress suit, army green, with the beige SAS beret. You were both 27, and together for 13 years.

Then, came the honeymoon, which was cut short. Not that it was a true honeymoon. Just three days in a coastal town in Northern France, having to be within a day's drive of Hereford lest he get called out for a sudden mission, which he was.

Not that you expected any different from him. So the distance continued growing, as did the arguments.

You hated him. He hated you.

Then came the predictable “So, when can we expect some grandkids?”. You put it off for a couple more years, blaming it on your high-priority careers, the law and the military, so similar and so different; his lack of time at home and how regrettable it’d be for you to be alone through the pregnancy; the want to be ‘more present’ for the future kids, needing to wait for things to settle down a bit more…

You’d been together for so long at that point, 15 years under your belt, starkly aware that neither of you is going anywhere. The world keeps spinning and your relationship hasn't ended. Fuck it, might as well go for it.

And now here you are.

It’s been eighteen years since you met. Aged 32, you no longer have arguments, you have throwdowns. You pull out every weapon in your arsenal. Neither of you plays nice.

Insults are traded often. Death wishes even more so. And, more often than not, they’re delivered with such a deadpan nonchalance that you’re sure people would think you both psychopaths.

“Going on a mission. ‘ll be back in a few days.”

“‘Kay, hope you die.”

“So do I.”

-

“Just had a fender bender with a stupid bloke. The car’s at the shop. Taking an uber to the base to get your car.”

“Okay. Shame you didn’t die a fiery death.”

“Don’t remind me, already cried about it.”

-

"I'm getting discharged."

"Why?"

"Shot."

"And it couldn't have killed you?"

-

“Can you get out of the damn toilet? I’m bleeding.”

“Period, accident, or just part of your satanic rituals?”

“Period.”

“Tough luck. Hope you bleed out.”

It never gets physical, never violent. John would rather die than lay a hand on you and you’d never DARE lay one on him. It’s just a lot of yelling, a lot of insulting, a lot of throwing things around, and, especially, a lot of revenge plans being executed to drive each other crazy.

Like recently. You found out John had gotten a grey-haired wig about the same length and texture as your hair, and has been snipping off a few hairs at a time, planting them around the house to blame you for leaving your hair everywhere, while simultaneously making you feel like you’re going grey. So, you put grey hair box dye in his shampoo and beard oil, to make him think he’s going grey.

Or three months ago, when you replaced all your lightbulbs with dimmer ones and lowered the brightness on all electronics, to make him think his eyesight was starting to go bad. You drove him so mad that he had voluntarily signed up for sniper assessments because he was worried he’d become a liability for the team.

Or eight months ago, when John had to return home in the middle of the day wearing a ruined uniform and just about ready to blow smoke out of his ears, having ripped holes in the uniform midway through a meeting all because 2 or so weeks prior you had painstakingly undone part of the stitching on it after an argument, and that had resulted in him baring his hairy thighs and armpits to a boardroom full of officers.

It’s bad. Very bad. You’ve had your windows and doors insulated to make sure the neighbors don’t hear your screaming matches and call the cops on the “domestic violence” happening next door. 

You probably shouldn’t have kids with this man. And yet-

He drives you insane.

And you’ve TRIED to fix it! You did. Marriage counseling, rage rooms, axe-throwing, paintball matches, yoga, meditation.… Nothing worked! In fact, it only infuriated you more because:

“You’ve got a tactical advantage, you need to play with a handicap!”

“Tough luck, sweetheart. Get good or get shot!”.

-

“You can throw harder than that.”

“Oh, I’ll show ya throwing hard, you gobshite!”

“Okay, when are you planning to start?”

-

“My back hurts-”

“Because you’re getting old.”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m just telling you the truth. Face it, John, if the downward dog hurts your back, then you’re old.”

-

“Can you breathe any louder?”

“Yes, I can. Wanna see?”

“Just shut up. I can’t hear myself think.”

“Not much to hear either way, pretty hollow in there.”

“I hate you.”

“Feeling’s mutual, sweetness.”

There are only three occasions when you’re not actively at each other’s throats. Other, then, of course, when John’s working, especially when he’s overseas. You can’t fight if he’s both a) not home and b) unreachable via calls or texts or e-mails.

When you need a favor from the other, something you can’t quite do, or that falls in the other’s ‘jurisdiction’ in house chores.

“The washing machine’s leaking.”

“Turn off the water main, I’ll go check in a sec.”

“Mkay.”

-

“Here. Popped a button.”

“I don’t have any more army green thread.”

“Then use brown or black or whatever.”

-

“Where are your car keys?”

“What for?”

“Going to get it washed and detailed.”

“My purse.”

-

“You’re not gonna wear that, are you?”

“Why?”

“Besides the fact that it’s wrinkly? That’s a ‘house’ shirt, not a ‘going out’ shirt. Wear this one instead.”

2. When you’re both complaining or dealing with an outside force, a 3rd party, together.

"Excuse me, hi, I'm sending this back it's not cooked the way I asked."

"Ma'am that's exactly what you-"

"Are you calling my wife a liar?"

-

“Oh, fuck no. Why the fuck is he winning the Great British Bake Off?"

"Hm? Oh- oh! Yeah, why the fuck is he winning?"

“Bloody hell, he rolled his pastry too thin and had watery pie filling-”

“Wankers. This is not fair.”

-

“John. John!”

“What?”

“Look-”

“Blood hell, he’s back early-”

“Yeah and her boytoy’s car still there. They’re definitely still going at it.”

“Oh, this is going to be fun.”

-

“Excuse me! Hey, excuse me! Pick up after your bloody dog! NO, don’t you start with me, you keep leaving your dog’s shite right by our garden, don’t you see the sign my husband’s posted up?! Pick it up or I’ll do it and then drop it in your garden.”

3. During sex.

Marching into the bedroom after breakfast, you find John combing through his hair in the bathroom mirror. The room is steamy from the hot shower he just took. 

“Take your trousers off. I’m ovulating.” You warn him as you wave your phone in the air, showing off the period tracking app.

“I literally just showered.” John replies as you’re already shrugging off your robe and pajamas.

“Well, believe or not, I don’t control my ovaries, John.” You reply. “Now take your trousers off.”

“Already on it.” He replies as he already starts taking off his shirt and sweatpants, leaving them on a pile on the floor, before his boxer briefs follow suit.

His hand palms his cock as you’re getting comfortable on the bed, tugging on it lightly as he watches your fingers do the same between your legs. 

“Can we try to enjoy it this time?” He asks you in earnest.

“Sure.” You reply simply. “Been a while since we’ve had proper sex and not…”

“Not a breeding session?” He quips as he kneels on the bed between your parted thighs. His hand replaces yours and he starts rubbing your clit for you.

“Shut it…” You quip, while your own hand wraps around his cock, stroking it slowly. John lowers himself onto you and his lips slowly brush against yours before he kisses you.

No, as it turns out… There are actually four occasions when you’re not actively at each other’s throats:

4. The Kid

In a day like any other, you’re lying in bed, reading a book. It’s a lazy Sunday morning, your big, round belly feeling particularly heavy. You’ve stolen every other pillow in the house to try and find some comfort, which you fail remarkably at.

“I think I’m going grey.” John states to no one in particular.

He’s in the en-suite bathroom, applying beard oil across his mutton chops like he tends to do, about three times a week.

“You are.” You remark in a bored, dismissive tone as you read a book in bed.

“That’s not funny. I’m not that old.”

“You’re getting up there.”

“Look who’s talking, we’re the same age.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Jonathan?”

“It means you’re there yourself, darling.”

Raising your eyes from the book in your hands, the bottom of which rests atop your pregnant belly, you cock a brow at your ‘beloved’ husband.

“And this is coming from Santa Claus?” You retort swiftly.

John peeks his head out of the bathroom door to look at you. “You think you’ve got a leg to stand on, you crone?”

Grunting under your breath, you glare at him, and he glares at you, complete silence in the bedroom. 

There’s something in that face of his, the look in his eyes, those STUPID fucking mutton chops that you’ve told him to shave and he refuses…

Grabbing your book and rolling it into a cylinder, you hurl it at him, putting as much force behind your arm as you possibly can. It misses the mark, but only because he had the presence of mind to duck. 

“You’re such a fuckin’ knobhead!” You insult him, tongue dripping with bitterness.

“Wel, not like I can be anything else, really, when I’m married to such a raging cunt.” He retorts.

“OH FUCK YOU!” You retort.

“ALREADY AM MORE THAN FUCKED, SPENDING THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU.”

“OH, PLEASE, YOU’RE MORE MARRIED TO YOUR BLOODY GUN THAN YOU ARE TO ME!”

“YEAH CAUSE AT LEAST MY GUN DOESN’T DRIVE ME FUCKING MENTAL!”

“OH PISS OFF!” You shout, your face twisting with a scowl.

“You know, you really shouldn’t be stressing yourself out like this. It’s not good for your blood pressure. Or for John Junior.”

“First of all, it’s not gonna be a boy. Secondly, even if it is a boy, we’re not naming him after you. And thirdly, how about you die, then I won’t get stressed.”

“And why would I do that, when I can stay right here, perfectly alive and healthy, and watch you give birth to John Junior, and have the pleasure of rubbing a ‘I told you so’ right in your face?”

“Oh fuck you. It’s not going to happen.” You sulk and cross your arms over your chest, leaning back against your mountain of pillows.

“Someone doesn’t like the idea of having a son that takes after me, hm??” John teases as he comes up to the bed, a brow cocked.

You trail him with your eyes as he sits next to you on the bed. “Absolutely not. I wanna have a child I actually am able to love, and not one that I have to lie to.”

“A mother’s love knows no bounds, huh? What a load of crap.” John quips.

“Oh, that’s 100% true. I love this baby to bits already, but if it takes after you… I’ll probably die.”

“Good.” John remarks, causing you to roll your eyss. “Much better than if our child takes after you. Spawn of Satan, he would be.” John’s hand slides up your leg and slowly cups your swollen stomach.

“I should probably address the fact you just called our child ‘Satan’s spawn’, but I’m more concerned over the fact you keep calling the baby a ‘son’.” You murmur as you uncross your arms and watch him caress your skin.

“I feel like it’s a boy, I don’t know what to tell you.” He replies as his calloused fingers drag over the stretch marks and linea nigra on your stomach.

“What if it’s a girl?”

“What about it?”

“I’ve seen enough men online getting pissy over havin’ a daughter.” You quip and cock a brow up, looking him in the eyes.

John’s eyes lock onto yours. “Not me.” Then they return to the belly as he continues rubbing you. “Would love a little girl too.”

“Hm.” You remark and slowly, your hand rubs over the belly on the opposite side, where John’s hand isn’t. “We’ve gotta promise not to yell or argue in front of the baby.”

“Kind of hard to do that when I’m married to the Devil.” John quips, causing you to look up at him, eyes narrowed.

“You’ve gotta promise. We’ve gotta promise.” You murmur as you look at him.

For a moment, his usually grumpy face softens and he nods. “I promise.”

Nodding as well, you echo the sentiment. “I promise.”

No, wait, five:

5. When you have his back.

“General, that is not what I asked you. I would ask that you stop beating around the bush, feeding me, the jury, and the people watching at home, fabricated information and embellished words in a sorry attempt to save your credibility. Stick to the questions being asked and stop wasting our times.” You warned the man as you paced the space in front of the stand.

“Me and everyone else in this room are looking for nothing but the truth, or must I remind you that you are under oath and also live on television?” You ask outloud as you turn to look at him.

“No, counselor.” The General, a heavy-set, older, mustachioed man replies, through gritted teeth, his face showing a polite expression while the man himself was seething on the inside.

“Very well, then, I’ll repeat the question. Were you or were you not aware of the aforementioned, unsactioned operations being conducted in the Al-Mazarah and Urzikstan border, involving CIA and MI6 operatives?” You asked, eyes glaring into the man’s eyes as you leaned into the stand near him.

“Well, as with most operations...”

“A yes or no is enough, General.” You told him sternly.

“Yes.” The man grits out.

“And did you, or did you not, give permission for these CIA and MI6 operatives, working under the guise of NATO, and I quote, from the transcript: “Authority to use any means necessary” on the enemy forces?” You confronted him.

“Well-”

“Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

“And did you do that while being aware that the teams involved would interpret such command as permission to execute an operation in which they’d use ‘extreme physical persuasion’ or, in other words, torture to achieve their goals?”

“I-”

“Did you or did you not, General?”

“Yes, but-”

“And did you, or did you not, not only demand the censoring of the clear and transparent reports received in the aftermath of that operation but also sign off on them yourself, to circumvent the proper channels of evaluation, which would force an internal audit to be conducted?”

“Yes-”

“So, in short, you just confirmed that you authorized your troops to, essentially, wipe their asses with the Geneva convention and comit war crimes on the POWs under their care?”

“Counselor-” One of the judges called out.

“Withdrawn. No further questions, Mr. Chairman.” You told the Chairman and the jury panel that sat above you, as you swiftly turned around and marched up to your table, high heels clacking on the polished floors of the court room.

Your eyes locked onto John’s as he sat in the back of the room, wearing his full regalia, his eyes locked onto yours with a strange shine to them… Almost like he’s proud of you.

As soon as you sit on the chair and the Chairman once again takes over, addressing the room, the General, calling other witnesses, your phone’s screen lights up on the chair next to you.

Picking it up quietly, you spot a message of John’s:

John: that’s my girl. knew you could do it. you: you owe me big time. John: i do. saved my arse there. you: of course. it’s what I’m here for.  John: almost making it sound like you love me. you: no but I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. you: no way in hell you’re leaving me alone with 3 children. John: i see. selfish woman. you: shut up.  you: and try not torturing POWs next time. John: yes, ma’am.

Five occasions seem to be enough to keep a 23-year marriage afloat.

a/n: Big thanks to my beloved @crashtestbunny for helping draft/plot all these interactiions and just the general toxicity! And also @mothymunson your beloved Toxic!Price is here!

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[50, 100, 150, 250 and 350 follower special] [Yan! Omega x Male Reader x Yan! Bunny Hybrid]

— You coughed as you suddenly breathed in only to realize two large purple eyes were staring at you. They blinked two times before they were pulled away harshly.

"Move it you whore. Just because we made an agreement to share him doesn't mean I'll just let you infect him with your stripper mindset." The person with bunny ears degraded the man with a harsh tone. However, the crude remarks only made him burst into laughter.

"How about you stop coming at me when you look like some of my coworkers with that skin-tight body suit?" He mocked the bunny hybrid, who put his middle finger in his face.

"At least I don't go around shoving my dick into other people other than (Y/n). Sometimes I can't believe I have to work with a bitch like you!" The bunny hybrid scowled at the other person. You raised your eyebrow at the two's arguments.

"Right... so what the fuck is going on?" You stopped their glaring at one another by making them shift their focus on you. Almost immediately, they came super close to you. The bunny hybrid slapped his hand on the other person's mouth before speaking up.

"The name's Clear Blackwell! I'm non-binary, so use he/ they pronouns." They winked and blew a kiss before swiftly pulling their hand away and glaring at the man who bit his hand.

"I'm Cecil, and the reason you're here is that you need to be taught a lesson on why you shouldn't break the rules." He kissed you on the nose before moving back a bit to cross his arms with a glare on his face.

"What were the rules?" You questioned, not recalling being given any rules. "No talking to anyone outside of work colleagues for work-related things, friends, family or people in the service industry. No watching porn. No seeking dates with anyone and so on and so forth. We tried our best to make it lenient, but you broke Every. Single. Rule." Cecil shook his head in disappointment. Oh, they were probably the ones you kept receiving in the mailbox of your apartment complex that they wrote with blood. Obviously, you didn't follow it and threw it away. You were going to say something but Clear started to speak.

"Sigh, this is one of the few times I have to agree with this whore. You have been out and about prancing around, flaunting yourself to anyone who wants to see it. Ugh... do you know how many times I had to call up my bodyguards to kill all of those cunts who dared to indulge themselves in your desires?" Clear's eyes twitched as they seethed in anger and frustration. You looked at them with a blank stare before realizing what they meant.

"YOU KILLED MY DATES!?!?" You shrieked in horror. It was no wonder why not a single one of your dates messaged you back for a second date. You tried moving away from them, but Clear slammed his hands on the chair handles to stop you from moving.

"And don't play as if you're scared. I don't like it when someone that belongs to me pretends to be all innocent whilst whoring themselves out." Clear inhaled and exhaled to calm themself down and moved away from you. Cecil patted Clear on the back in comfort before moving towards you.

"Your punishment is going to be rough. Although we wanted our first time having sex with you to be gentle, unfortunately, you couldn't keep yourself in check, so it has come down to this." Cecil sighs and takes off his collar before putting it on you. He stops at a point before pulling it so tight you start to choke.

"Now let's see if you're going to disobey the rules after this." He relaxed the tightness of the collar before pulling you into a rough kiss.

"I- I'm sho sorry f- for breaking the rulesss!" You sobbed from the pain. Almost everywhere on your body was hot with pain. Your mouth and throat were in pain even though Cecil and Clear had innocent-looking faces, their sizes were no joke. Clear kissed your swollen and bleeding lips in contentment.

"F-fuck... Clear, do you think he's learnt his lesson?" Cecil moaned as he slammed back into you, making you shudder and moan from the roughness. His face was flushed as he watched both of you make out.

"A-ah haa... Yeah... He looks so docile now, with his lips all messed up and his body covered in lovebites. Shit, this makes me want to mess him up even more... but I think he's starting to reach his limits." Clear rubs his thumb on your cheek, which nearly makes you close your eyes if you weren't getting fucked by Cecil. Cecil nods before thrusting back into you a few more times before he came inside.

"Damn... You're better than any of my clients." He kissed your cheek before rolling his eyes and kissing Clear on their lips after they motioned for a kiss. "Right, time to clean up. I'll get the towels and water." Cecil got up and brought back some towels and a few bottles of water.

Cecil cleaned up both you and Clear so fast but was pretty gentle about it before cleaning himself up. You fell asleep from exhaustion and snuggled up into a pillow at first, but Clear switched out the pillow for you to hug them instead. Clear watched as Cecil wiped off his body before speaking up.

"You're so much nicer when you aren't spouting a bunch of bullshit, you know?"

"How about you shut the fuck up before I fuck that brattiness out of you."

Yall thought you were gonna get a full-length smut? Guess what, you got bamboozled. Sorry if their personalities switch up like crazy, yall have no ideas how hard it is to write this shit down before valentine's day so you have time to write a val. special.

Anyways, for those of you who don't know, Cecil and Clear are the very first ocs I wrote about to publish on here and I appreciate all of the people who scrolled through my blog to read everything like thirsty dogs. Thank you.

Also i squizshed every follower milestone to one poast is because realistically, i aint gon an write all of that but I might reblog later to write out the full smut. Ah, almost forgot, if Clear's intro is bad here IM SORRY CUS LIKE IDK HOW YOU DO THIS WITH CONFISENCE OMG IF YALL ASK ME TO CHANGE IT ILL CHANGE IT CUS ITS BADDD 😭😭😭😭 Also Cecil not saying his last name intentional.

Once again, without the jokes or spelling errors, I'm actually grateful that yall actually comment, like and follow my writing. So I might go back on my old quotev ACC to rewrite and finish the story that I posted before. Any questions that you all might have, I'll answer in the comments. Also yes, I will write pt2 for cute! Monster's father.

(noto prooftred)

[ihavethedreamies]

Pool Boy (5) | Beomgyu

Choi Beomgyu - TXT

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.7k o-O

Pairing: Beomgyu x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Porn with very little Plot

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Unspecified, he calls her Noona), Pet Names (Love, Lovely, Baby Girl, Noona, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving/Anal), Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Play, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex (at work but no one else is there), Unprotected Vaginal Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Summary: After you had been flirting with Beomgyu for a while, you decide to go for it despite his more…unique tastes. Luckily, the pool closes early.

Uh…Just utter filth, honestly. Beomgyu is a bit kinky.

Author's Note: This originally was going to be part of a really long series with a lot of plot, but it was taking too long and I was putting too much plot, more than I had initially planned. Because of that, I cut nearly all plot out and it's still four-thousands words of just fucking so…

None of the parts are reliant on the others, there is just a version for each boy.

-> Yeonjun <-

-> Taehyun <-

-> Soobin <-

-> Hueningkai <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on here my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"Did you do what I asked?" Beomgyu smirked at you, his eyes playful as he looked up at you through the curtain of his bangs. He had been playing on his phone as you two talked. You had been flirting back and forth every day for nearly two weeks. When you brought up going past the make out sessions you had at the end of the day, he got very mischievous.

"Think you can handle what I like, lovely?" He smirked.

"What is it?" You smirked back, and the hands he had on your butt dug in, a meandering finger pressing between your cheeks. You gasped and pulled back. He looked a bit unsure, but you licked your lips and nodded.

"Tell me what I do."

That night he had sent you a screenshot of a certain product.

"When are you thinking?"

"Not till tonight."

"Tonight?" Beomgyu had left the chair, placing himself between your legs. His hands both rested on the back of your stool, caging you in…why did he smell so good? Did he always?

"Can you wait that long?" He nibbled your ear lobe, then licked along the rook of your ear. Your cunt clenched.

"You're eager." You teased and he huffed, pulling back.

"Too much?" His tone had shifted, and he looked a little nervous.

"No, Gyu. You only work the first shift, right?" You rested your hands on his shoulder, playing with the ends of his hair.

"Yeah…plus, I'm excited." He mumbled and turned a bit red.

"It's okay-" You assured, but your phone went off before you could continue. You reluctantly let each other go and picked it up. It was the boss.

"So there's this festival at the elementary school…" She immediately began.

"Yep."

"Why don't we close after lunch, there is like no one at the other places?" She suggested and you looked out toward the pool area. It was just the two women and another that had come alone.

"Okay, I can do that."

"Tell everyone they will still get paid. I can call the second shift. Thanks, (Y/N)!" She immediately hung up.

"Can you go tell everyone?" you asked him, heading to the back office. He dashed off to do so, and you got a piece of paper and tape and made a temporary sign that the pool was closed for the day. The women were willing to leave early, and the employees definitely were as well. It seemed the odds were in your two's favor. For about five minutes, you two sat in silence, making sure no one else came. Not even anyone walked by with their dog.

"Come here, noona!" Beomgyu pulled you back to him from where you were standing by the counter. You giggled as he groaned, pulling your hair to the side so he could mouth at your shoulder.

"No marks!" You enforced, then gasped when his hands cupped your breasts.

"Fine." His hands continued to wander, one sneaking under your shirt and bra to pinch at your nipple, the other finding the button of your shorts.

"Wait, wait!" You stopped him, leaning forward to pull the shutter closed.

"I need to lock up!" Beomgyu reluctantly let you go, your tank still messed up, bra strap dangling down your shoulder, and your button undone. You locked the gates first, then the doors to outside. The one leading to the snack and drink bars usually stayed open even when the pool was closed, but you shut it too. You opened the door to the back office, and you hoped the cool air would circulate through, and that the doors being shut would block some noise. Not knowing what Beomgyu had planned, you wanted to be prepared. Though, the…cleaning kit he had suggested you get was kind of a giveaway. You kicked your sandals off and he was on you. His lips sealed over yours, swallowing your gasp, and his tongue immediately invaded. You were expecting him to be a little inexperienced, sloppy maybe in haste, but no. He might have been the best you had ever had the pleasure of kissing. You whined when he hauled you closer, having to tiptoe a bit to get the best angle. Your hands wandered him, sliding up under his shirt and rubbing the soft skin of his back. As he pulled away from the kiss, he bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, then immediately laid searing open mouth kisses down to your neck. He smirked against your throat, his left hand wiggling under the waistband of your shorts. The hand also slipped past your panties and his hand gripped the flesh of your ass hard. You hummed in delight, his rapidly hardening cock pressed to your stomach. As his left hand palmed your behind, his right fiddled with your bra. It seemed he wanted to be cool and snap it open one-handed but was having trouble. He even stopped kissing your skin to focus and he cheered like a kid when he got it off. You giggled a bit, then stumbled when he pulled away fast, helping you yank your shirt up and off. If he was going to be hasty, so were you. You stripped him of his shirt just as fast and he groaned when your tongue ran over his collarbone. He chuckled as your kisses ran over his chest and down his stomach as you sunk to your knees.

"Shorts. Off." He nudged your clothed cunt with his toe, smiling when you grinded against the top of his shoe.

"I will if you do." You smirked. He stepped back and so you stood up and you let your shorts and panties fall, stepping back up to him. Beomgyu groaned watching as your fingers flew to his pants and undoing them. You had to remove his belt; the device necessary to keep his pants on due to him being so slim with such long legs. His pants fell as well, and he sighed in relief. While his underwear was still on, they were just boxers and loose. How did you get so freaking lucky that he looked like that and had a nice dick.

"How wet are you, lovely?" His long fingers stroked through your slick folds which made him groan.

"Fuck, get on the table." He suddenly got more aggressive, and it was…hot. He grabbed your arm, not hard, to lead you over. When you moved to sit on it, he tutted, spinning you. Beomgyu pushed you to fall on your chest on the surface and you didn't even have time to turn and look before his tongue was in your cunt.

"Fuck." You grunted, then whined. His tongue was skilled for sure. He was a great kisser, and he was devouring your cunt, making your legs twitch already. You noticed him grab the strap of his bag from the chair to your left and haul it to him. He rustled a bit and you yelped when his hands gripped your ass cheeks and spread you open.

"B-Beomgyu!" You shivered, feeling incredibly embarrassed. While you knew what he had planned from what he had you do to prepare, didn't mean you were ready mentally.

"Good girl." He cooed and then his tongue circled your pucker. It was an odd feeling, but not all that unwelcome. Beomgyu smirked at your whine then you jolted as something cold and wet pooled over your back hole. The scent of mango hit your nose and as you registered that he had dripped lube over you, his tongue was inside again.

"Oh my god-" You gasped; the feeling was incredibly strange. You whimpered as he tongue-fucked you, not able to stop your hips from twitching. Your cunt was literally dripping, and you heard him rustle more in his bag.

"I want to fuck your cute little ass today, noona, but they didn't have the right size condoms at the store. This'll have to do." He pulled away long enough to say that, then his tongue dove back in, helping ease his index finger in. Your breath hitched and you tried to take measured breaths and stay relaxed. While it was new and weird, the vulgar sexuality of it all made you dizzy.

"Haven't had a girl willing to let me do this yet, noona." He huffed and you flinched hard when his finger wiggled all the way in. The fruity lube dripped down his wrist and mixed with your own slick.

"Wait!" You gripped the table as his finger spread you open, his tongue sheathing back into your pussy. Having the stimulation in both holes was nearly too much.

"Okay, just wait." Beomgyu pulled his finger out slowly, and he laughed, almost sadistically.

"Can't fucking wait, though…." He mumbled and you felt something round on your pucker.

"Breathe." He coached and you did so, the little bead entering. You couldn't see behind you, but when a slightly large round followed you grunted. Your whole body shuddered and the sound of your slick splattering onto the concrete floor echoed around the shelter. On the fourth little ball, you realized it wasn't a bead strand but some kind of noduled vibrator. You sighed when the fifth one entered, and the flat end of the device nestled against your hole.

"Ah, fuck, Gyu!" Your exclamation made him laugh, pressing the remote in his hand once more to increase the buzzing again. He stood behind you, watching in delight at your whole-body reaction.

"Turn around." He hauled you up and you let out a long whimper when he gently pressed you onto your knees.

"Gyu~" Your eyes were already starting to glaze over, and he smiled at the goosebumps covering your skin, your nipples were hard too. The best was your bright red cheeks, which he stroked with his thumb.

"I'm gonna fuck your throat. Then I'm going to spray my cum over every inch of your skin I can." He promised lowly and you whimpered. Your hands braced on the floor and your squat changed as he finally shed his boxers. You swallowed hard, then opened your mouth, tongue out.

"Fucking hell, baby girl." He groaned and you did as well when his hand went to your head. Having a lot of practice, you timed your inhale well, because he didn't hesitate to bury inside your mouth, your nose pressing to the skin at the base of his cock. Beomgyu looked down at you, a smirk over his pretty face, eyes dark. He loved the tears brimming in your eyes and he showed you the remote in his hand. He cranked it up once more to the highest setting and your whine around his cock vibrated through him.

"Damnit, lovely." He huffed and right as you were starting to burn for air, he pulled his hips back, and you sucked in air harshly right as he let you. You wanted so bad for him to cum inside, but he had already hinted he would rather cover your face.

"Another day can you swallow, kay?" You nodded and he exhaled, then began to move his hips. His hands tugged hard on the base of your hair. The roll of his hips was slow so you could take in air, but every time he thrust in, he went all the way. At first you gagged some, but you learned his rhythm to compensate. You had to swallow several times, trying to deal with not only your drool but his precum.

"Shit, I'm gonna-" He gasped, pulling all the way out and pumping his hand on his cock. You kept your mouth open, tongue out, hoping to get a taste, all while panting desperately. You felt like a dog begging for a treat.

"(Y/N)~" Beomgyu moaned your name, and you sighed as the hot and sticky release painted you. He covered your face and upper chest, the feeling of the thick bead dripping over your breasts felt like it was burning. The few drops you got on your tongue were swiftly swallowed and he was panting some himself, admiring his work.

"Fuck, I wish I had condoms; I want to fuck your ass so bad~" He was practically whining, and the admission made you clench around the buzzing toy.

"Up." He didn't even have to lead you that time, you stood and bent over the table. He smiled, cooing out some praise, his cock in hand hardening back up. Even more so seeing your tight hole clenching around the buzzing silicone.

"Ready?" The younger man didn't wait for your answer before he was balls deep in your cunt.

"Shit!" You swore, your cunt already pulsing. It was odd having the toy in your ass and his cock in your pussy, but it was so incredibly good. Your whole body tingled, and your immediate thought went to how he might feel inside your ass instead. Just thinking of it made your head swim.

"Fuck, I don't know how tight your ass would be if your cunt's so tight!" His tongue ran over his top lip, beginning to fuck you in earnest. He didn't have great power behind his thrusts, but his technique was clearly there. The vibrations of the toy carried through the walls of your holes, and he could feel it buzz on his cock. He wondered how tight you would be with a cock in your ass as well. Preferably with a third dick in your mouth.

"Oh, noona!" He laughed, gasping a bit at the clench of your walls. Damn, did he wish he had a condom. His head was looping so much on the thought of fucking your other hole he didn't even realize you came around his cock and just plowed through it. Your moans had turned into yelps and whimpers, drool spilling from the side of your mouth.

"If you thought I had stamina swimming, huh, you ain't seen anything yet." Beomgyu promised. He could not only last a long time, but he could keep going over and over. You were already gone, fucked out, and he knew he still had at least three orgasms in him. After holding back from even just fucking his fist, since he met you, he could actually probably do more. Such a fucking shame he couldn't buy what he needed. That would be the only place he would rather fill up than add to layers of jizz on your skin. Better though not to make a mess.

"B-B-Beom! Gyu~" You nearly screamed as another orgasm rose. You had no idea how long he had been pounding into you.

"Shit!" He groaned himself and when he felt your walls clenching his cock again, he pulled out. Letting out a sigh, your skin lit on fire as he sprayed his release over your back and ass. There was a faint pink dusting on the skin there. Beads of cum rolled over your skin, down the outside and inside of your thighs, mixing with your own release and the lube he had slathered around your ass. As you both panted, you looked around the room, trying to get your bearings. It was then you noticed a plastic grocery bag sitting near it that you did not put there.

"Beom-" You pointed to it, recognizing the drug store logo. He panted but went over to it and groaned in excitement. Must have been Brandi, she was a fucking life saver. You had requested it from her the day before just in case, and she had followed through. There were two boxes, luckily one was the right size.

"Oh, fuck yeah." He pumped his fist and came back to you, smirking at the messy puddle on the floor between your feet.

"Come here." He was gentler that time and he carried most of your weight as he rolled you onto your back. The man smiled, ready to cover your front with his cum as well, but first…

"Breathe." He coached again and you whined as he eased the toy out, letting it fall to the floor. There was plenty of slick there, from the lube and your cunt, and the condoms were covered as well. He tore the box open, barely registering the toy losing battery where it lay.

"Can't fucking wait…" He mumbled something else, digging out a single condom and desperately unwrapping it to roll it onto his dick. He had instantly gotten hard again at the prospect of getting inside you.

"You want my cock in your ass, love?" He teased and let out a pleased groan when you nodded with a soft, "yes please." Beomgyu could even see your cunt clench as you replied. Realizing you needed a bit more prep, he grabbed the bottle again, slathered more on his fingers, and circled your rim again. You yelped as he slowly let two of his fingers in, much looser now from the toy. The vibrations had also numbed you some, and the stretch was just a little bracing. Your breathing picked up, your eyes closed to help concentration. You shivered at the third finger and pondered what his cock was going to feel like.

"Can't wait." He mumbled but was gentle taking his fingers from you. The sticky digits met your thigh as he used his hands to fold your legs up and out, giving him perfect sight and access to your pucker.

"Gyu~" You whined, and he laughed. All the air left you as he began to inch his cock inside. You were shivering so hard it was hard to believe it was still nearly eighty degrees in the shelter. It was still during the day, the sun causing somewhat of a greenhouse effect. The air conditioner in the back office wasn't strong enough to cool the whole inside down.

"Fuck, noona!" He panted, finally burying his cock into the hilt. He was right, you were so much tighter there, and hotter, even through the rubber. Your tremors calmed as you got used to him, trying so hard not to clench too hard. He was rubbing calming circles on the skin of your thighs, his own brow furrowed to hold back.

"Move." As soon as you allowed, he pulled slowly out just a few inches, then eased inside just as slowly.

"Fuck-" You keened, back arching at the feeling. Beomgyu led your legs to wrap around his waist and you giggled when his hands linked with yours and held them over your head.

"I…can't-" He grunted, and he started to batter his cock into you, luckily only pulling out half way each time. Still, his hard cock was carving into you over and over, the feeling was incredible. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he fell onto his forearms, whining some. You felt so fucking good around him. Plus, he got to ravage not just your mouth and cunt, but your ass as well. When he felt his orgasm coming back up, he gently pulled out as not to shock you. You whined and he pulled the condom off and fucked back into your cunt. You did scream that time and he nearly came inside as your walls squeezed and pulsed around him. More slick spilled from you and splattered to the floor. After a few thrusts, your orgasm died, so he pulled back out, stroking himself to completion. More hot and sticky fluid fell on your skin, this time on your lower stomach and even over your cunt. He was a bit worried when he saw you breathing so heavily but with your eyes closed. One leg had flopped down, the other still bent in the air and your arms still laid limp near your head.

"Noona?" he called.

"Gyu~" You mewled, and he sighed in relief. He stood at the end of the table, stroking your thighs since that was one of the few places not covered in his cum. As you came back to reality, your eyes opened and you looked at him, eyes widening when you saw that his cock was still hard.

"What the fuck are made of?" You chuckled and this made him laugh, a little bashful.

"You have to be done?" He sounded a little dejected, but you shook your head no.

"I just can't do the work." You giggled and he smiled.

"Don't worry." He was more than willing to help with that. You whined, sore as he helped you sit up. While he wanted to just pick you up, he wasn't confident in his strength. Instead, he helped you get off the table and to his next destination. You let him pull you down to the floor with him, a little confused. He had prepared something earlier it seemed, because there was a few towels on the ground and leaning against the wall…a mirror. It was normally near the door that led out to the snack bar, but he had moved it. Luckily, the spot allowed you both to sit right near the back-office door and get a full blast of the cold air. As he pulled you down, he made you sit on his lap, his cock standing proudly against your cunt. Your face bloomed red as you saw your reflection. You were…a mess, absolutely.

"B-Beomgyu!" Your back was still covered in his cum, though it was drying, but he didn't care.

"Here." He handed you a little package and you used the little bit of strength you still had to lift yourself a bit so you could roll the condom onto him again. You yelped when you fell back into him, his hands cupping your thighs again, spreading your legs up and over his own.

"You-" Your head fell to his shoulder when he lifted you up and started to press back into your ass.

"God!" You nearly cried as he filled you back up. You couldn't bring yourself to look in the mirror, but he soaked it in. Seeing you quivering as he split you open, fully on display and covered in his release…

"You're gonna make me crazy." He nuzzled your ear as his arms wrapped around your middle, one hand cupping your breast and the other rested on your lower stomach, dangerously close to your clit. Because you were nearly deadweight on him, he had to use more strength to thrust up into you, but the image before him filled him with energy. Your whimpers right in his ear spurred him on too and you could see the cocky smirk spread over his lips. He was already gorgeous, but that grin was incredibly sexy. From your other interactions with him you weren't expecting the confident dominance he was exuding. Taehyun made sense, but Beomgyu seemed to have a dominant streak as well. He absolutely loved how you took him, physically and mentally. He wanted to just hole up with you in his room and fuck you till you passed out. Till you couldn't think of anything but him, his tongue, his cock…

"(Y/N)-" His grunts in your ear were just as stimulating to you and another orgasm broke over you as his fingers tweaked your nipple. As you tightened around him again, he couldn't hold back, and he groaned into your shoulder as he filled the condom.

"You've been so good for me, lovely. Want me to fill you here?" he muttered in your ear, two of his fingers stroking your cunt.

"Yes~" You moaned softly, and he groaned as he pulled you off. He definitely only had one more in him. Beomgyu let you recover in his lap, kissing everywhere he could reach as he pulled the condom off. He tossed it over to where he left the toy, and he knew he was probably going to have to clean up as you rested. That was fine with him, if it were up to him, you would never do anything again but sleep in his bed as he took care of you. His ultimate dream was to have you live with him as he took care of your every need and let him fuck you as much as he wanted. Maybe one day…

"One more time, baby girl." The man lifted you once more, and he knew he would be rougher in your cunt. He buried to the hilt instantly, shifting to get a better position and started to jackhammer his cock up into you. He somehow was managing to fuck you more aggressively than before, or you were just that much more sensitive. His arms around you helped you ride him, but he knew your mind was gone. He could see it in the mirror, and you were babbling nonsense, the only thing he could pick out was a plea for him to cum inside.

"Don't worry, lovely. I'll do it." He assured, and brought you down, held you close, and came inside. Your eyes rolled back, another small orgasm twitching your muscles, both of your releases leaving another mess. Good thing Beomgyu told you to bring body wash because you were ruined. During the act you barely noticed, but you felt a little gross. Sweat, cum, your wetness, lube and saliva were not just all over you, but parts of him, the table, and the floor.

"You need more of a bath than a shower." Beomgyu realized and you grumbled in agreement. Could you even stand? He pulled his softening cock out of you and even more fluids painted your inner thighs. You laid back on the towels, panting and even his legs felt like jelly. You watched as he dashed into the back-office bathroom himself, the shower in there turning on. It seemed he rinsed off then came back out, getting his pants back on. You giggled as he tried to clean up quickly, but you told him to slow down.

"I need some time still." You smiled and he nodded, calming the frenzy. Once everything was done but the towel you were laying on and…well, you, he came back.

"Ready, lovely?" He brushed your hair from your face, then kissed your forehead at your hair line. You nodded and he helped you sit up and you groaned. You hoped you could even get to work the next day; you were already sore. Luckily, it was only a bit past noon, so you could get home and rest longer. Surprisingly, you could stand and even walk, albeit with a limp. You were sore in a whole new kind of way, and you complained about it as he giggled, leading you to the bathroom.

"Can you get the body wash in my bag?" you asked him, turning the water on. You let it get pretty hot before getting in and just stood under the spray. Beomgyu came back in, and you almost scolded him as he took his pants back off.

"Beom-"

"I just wanna help." He whined and you sighed, relenting. He proceeded to be incredibly sweet, almost didn't let you do anything, softly washing all of the mess from you.

"It's my fault anyway." Beomgyu insisted. He kept making jokes to get you to laugh thankfully, otherwise his hands all over you would have turned you both on. As you stepped out, he even had a fluffy towel prepared to wrap around you. He had a smaller one around his waist and he rested against the counter, hugging you to him, swaddled in the towel.

"You were so good for me." The younger man kissed your cheek, and you hummed in delight. Turning to face him more, he grinned like a goof as you rested on his chest and closed your eyes. He really wanted to just lay on the couch in the office and let you fall asleep on his chest. But it would be best for you to rest at home.

"I was going to have my roommate come get me but she's at work for another hour…" You glanced at your phone after getting your clothes back on.

"Oh?" He was taking the chance. With a smile, he pulled you onto him and you both took a little nap and he let you rest till she arrived. After getting you -half-asleep- to your car, he assured you he could get everything shut down. As everyone else left before, everything was pretty much handled, but he could do the last few tasks. When he left the pool, he couldn't hide his giant grin all the way back to his apartment.

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Crossing Lines | s.h x fem!reader

part one | part two | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

series summary: steve isn’t your biggest fan, so why does he ask you to be his date to a wedding? | enemies to lovers, fake dating

chapter summary: things take a turn the night of the wedding. what happens when you’re back in Hawkins and no longer have to pretend to be steve’s girlfriend?

content: arguing, drinking, kissing (yes you read that right), a few confessions (yes you read that right, too), she/her pronouns, use of y/n, swearing

word count: 3.7k

a/n: THINGS ARE HAPPENING! BUCKLE UP

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The sound of clanging cutlery makes your head throb due to the cruel hangover you woke up with. You were currently eating breakfast with the Harrington’s and not to sound rude, but it was the last place you wanted to be right now. 

After the events of last night, you couldn’t get even a blink of sleep. It was already bad enough you told Steve that he shouldn’t kiss you because you wouldn’t be able to sleep, but him agreeing made it even worse. 

It makes no sense to you. 

He must be playing some sort of cruel game, right? He’s probably just stringing you along trying to make you fall for him and when if you do, bam, you’re left heartbroken. 

Steve Harrington can suck it. There’s positively no way you’re falling for him. 

“You alright?” he whispers to you when he notices you moving the food around your plate instead of eating it. “m’fine” you shrug. “Just don’t have an appetite’’ you explain. “Eat something. We have a long day ahead of us” 

“Why do you care?” you snap and his eyes widen. Luckily, his family was too immersed in their  own conversations to pay attention to either of you. “Let’s not do this here, okay? Yell at me when we get back to the house if you want”

“What’s the point? You never listen anyways” you huff. 

This morning was a tad awkward between you and Steve. When you tried to talk about it and clear the air, he just grunted and wanted to brush it under the rug like he always does. Safe to say you were frustrated with him. 

“Whatever, y/n. Just promise you’ll stop acting like this when we’re at the wedding”

“Only if you promise to stop being such a dick”

“Fine”

“Fine”

Spoiler alert: It wasn’t fine. 

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When you had gotten back to the house, neither of you spoke a word to each other. You took a much needed nap while Steve left the house. He didn’t tell you where he was going and frankly, you didn’t care to know. 

Okay, that’s a bit of a lie. You cared a teeny tiny amount. 

These past few days have felt so back and forth. Every time you think you’re making progress to the possibility of being friends, there’s a small hiccup and you’re back to square one. You feel like you’ve gotten a glimpse of Steve that you haven’t gotten in a long time, but then the glimpse is overshadowed by him going back to acting like an ass at the drop of a hat. 

Your rumination is interrupted by the sound of the front door closing, alerting you that Steve is back. You go back to doing your makeup until Steve knocks on the bathroom door. “Come in” you answer and he opens the door. 

“We’re leaving in an hour” he states “Then why aren’t you ready yet? You were gone for two hours” 

“I went to my parents to call Robin” he answers. “We have a phone here” you counter. “Thanks, sherlock, but I didn’t really want you snooping in on my conversation” 

“I have no interest in what you have to say considering you have no interest in listening to me” you sigh heavily. “Is this about last night? Can’t you get over that?” You angrily set your mascara down and turn to look at him. “No, it isn’t just about last night. It’s about the entire time I’ve known you, Steve! You are such an asshole to me and I’ve done nothing to you and yes, I wanted to kiss you, but you wanted to kiss me too and it’s driving me fucking mad because you want to act like this whole weekend hasn’t even happened!” you exclaim and hold back a sob. You’d always been so utterly confused about his hatred towards you and this trip has made it even worse. He gives you no explanations, no communication, just avoidance. 

“I have to get ready” is all he says before exiting the room and you groan in frustration. All you want, all you need, is for him to talk to you. It’s like trying to get through a brick wall. Impossible and not worth it. 

You’d never been more grateful for a weekend to almost be over.

_

The wedding ceremony had been uncomfortable, to say the least. You and Steve were squished together in a church pew, leaving no room for distance between the two of you. It was hard to focus on the beautiful event taking place in front of you when Steve’s thigh was pressed up against yours and he had to put his arm on the back of the bench and you had to lean into him for appearances. 

The reception was going better though, partially because of the open bar. You’re currently stood there waiting on your third drink when the bride herself comes up to you. “What did Steve do now?” she asks you. “What do you mean?” you play dumb. “You two have been so lovey dovey this whole weekend and now you haven’t spoken a word to each other tonight. Spill”

“I don’t want to burden you. It’s your wedding night!”

“Consider it a wedding present. Tell me everything!”

That was easier said than done. You couldn’t exactly explain that this entire relationship is fake and Steve has been sending you mixed signals, absolutely doing your head in. “Just a silly fight, I suppose. Nothing serious” you reply. “Alright, I won’t bother you for juicy details, but tonight is all about love and that boy loves you. He’s outside. Go find him, okay?” 

Before you go and find him, you make sure to get him a drink to break the ice. As frustrated as you were with him, you weren’t going to sulk at someone's wedding over it.

“Hey” you mutter when you find him alone outside. “Peace offering” you say as you hand him a drink and he accepts, chugging it rather quickly. 

“Look, I’m sorry ab-”

“No, I’m sorry.” he interrupts “I was an ass and you didn’t deserve it”

“Thank you, but you’ve been really off all day. Is something else wrong?’’ you question and he sighs “My dad keeps harping on me about my job, my apartment, and basically everything else. Says you’re too good for me. I don’t even deserve my fake girlfriend” he chuckles, humorlessly.

“Steve” you whisper, stepping closer to him and putting your hand on his arm “I know we’ve had our differences, but you should be proud of yourself. You could’ve easily had everything handed to you, but you decided to do everything on your own. I think that’s very brave of you”

“You think I’m brave?” his eyes meet yours and you swear there’s a sparkle in his golden irises. “yeah, i do, but don’t let that get to your head, alright?” you joke and he smiles for the first time today. “too late” he smiles. “So we’re okay now? ya know, until you start acting like a dick again” you joke. “Yeah, we’re okay. until you do something annoying again”

You both chuckle and you can’t deny this moment feels nice. Steve seems different, apart from the few arguments you’ve had over the weekend, it feels like there’s a possibility for an acquaintance. Maybe even friends, but you don’t wanna get ahead of yourself. 

“Hey, lovebirds. Get in here, everyone’s lookin for ya” one of the groomsmen says when he finds you and Steve outside. “we’ll be there in a sec” Steve tells him before he disappears. 

“ready?” he asks and you nod, both quickly finishing your drinks before facing the crowd inside. Steve takes your hand and leads you back into the reception. 

Once you’re back inside, you feel a gentle tug on your dress. When you turn around and look down, you’re met with a friendly, familiar face. “hi, penelope! you look so pretty!” you exclaim and she twirls to show you her dress. “you look like a princess! will you dance with me?” she asks. “I’d be honored!” 

“I’m gonna go get us a couple more drinks, okay?” Steve tells you before you’re escorted to the dance floor with your new best friend. 

While Steve waits to order at the bar, he watches you and penny absolutely steal the show. You’re holding hands while twirling around the dance floor and laughing. He notices everyone admiring you, much like he is right now. 

“She sure is lovely, Steve” his mom says when she approaches him. “she is, isn’t she?” he replies and he means it. You have this way about you that makes everyone swoon over you. At first, he found it annoying, but now he might say he finds it endearing. He’s starting to understand why everyone likes you so much. 

As ‘open arms’ by Journey starts to play, he watches your eyes light up and you say ‘I love this song!’. He decides the drinks can wait. 

“Care if I steal my girl for a dance, penny?” he asks, fully expecting her to say no. “fine, but only one dance, mister” she points her finger at him and you both laugh. “I’ll hand her off to you in no time. I swear” he promises before she walks back over to her parents. 

“So, I hear you like this totally cheesy song. Can’t say I’m surprised” he teases and you playfully roll your eyes. “And you wanna dance with me to this totally cheesy song” you rebuttal. “touche” he chuckles. 

Your arms wrap around his neck and his hands fall to your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him. “I believe I was promised a drink” 

“Got distracted, plus I don’t need you getting sloppy and stepping on my toes”

“Sloppy?! If anything, my dance moves are even more impeccable when I’m drunk. Did you not see my moves earlier?”

“Oh, I did, unfortunately. You’re really great with Penny, by the way. Must be because you dance the same.” he torments you. “Okay, I’m ignoring that. She’s a great kid, though. Hard to believe you share genes” 

“How would we share jeans? She’s a toddler” 

“Steve” you deadpan, waiting for him to get that you meant genes, not jeans. “Oh” he nods his head once he understands and you both laugh. 

“Do you think that maybe after all of this we could be friends, maybe?” you ask, shyly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but yeah, maybe” he answers before continuing “you aren’t completely awful and besides us fighting every other hour, I’ve had fun with you.”

“I’ve had fun with you too, but if you tell anyone I said that I’ll deny it” you jokingly respond and he agrees. “I don’t entirely hate being around you” he whispers. “I don’t either”

Steve’s eyes flick down to your lips and linger longer than you expected. “stop looking at my lips!” you quietly exclaim. “I'm not! Your lipstick is smeared!” he defends.“I’m not wearing lipstick, Steve” you clarify and his cheeks turn pink. 

“You’re blushing! you were totally looking at my lips!”

“I was not. If I get you a drink will you stop berating me?” he bargains. “Hm, I don’t know. Get me a drink anyways and let's find out.” 

Steve keeps his hand on the small on your back the entire time you stand at the bar. You lean your head on his shoulder, claiming that it’s only because you’re sleepy, but deep down you feel the need to be as close to him as possible. 

“Wanna go back outside? It’s kinda hot in here” Steve asks once you get your drinks. You nod and follow him, lacing your hands together, mostly for support as you're tired and you feel like your feet might actually fall off from your heels. 

You and Steve don’t bother finding any chairs, opting to sit in the grass instead. 

“It’s so beautiful out here” you sigh dreamily as you look at the stars in the sky. Steve turns to look at you while you admire the view “yeah. it really is”

A night breeze causes you to shiver, so Steve takes off his blazer and places it over your shoulders. “Thanks, Stevie” you smile at him and he hates how the way your nose scrunches as you smile makes him feel like a damn teenager with the butterflies he gets. 

“Can I ask you something?” you ask, looking back at the sky not really wanting to look at him when you ask what’s on your mind. “go for it”

“Why did you hate me? I mean, I hope it’s past tense because you said we can be friends now, but I’m just curious” you nervously pluck grass out of the ground, still avoiding eye contact. “I didn’t hate you” “Steve, that’s a lie and we both know it. Be honest, I can take it”

Seconds pass before he speaks again, letting out a big sigh before doing so. “You’re too perfect”

“What?” you scoff. “You’re just so…unreal. With the way you laugh, the way you’re nice to everybody, and the way you could wear a trash bag and still be unbelievably beautiful. It just makes me so mad because I can never have you” he confessions and you’re stunned, to say the least. 

You don’t say anything for a good minute and a half, unable to think of anything to say. Steve wishes he had a time machine so he could go back and say literally anything else. He takes your silence as rejection.

“why can’t you have me?” you whisper “it’s stupid” he grumbles. “tell me. please”

“Robin told me that I wasn’t ready for a girl like you and truth be told, I don’t think I ever will be” he tells you. You scoot closer to him, locking your eyes with his. “you can have me tonight, Steve, while we’re away from home. No robin, no hawkins, just you and me and not a care in the world”

“Can we really do that just for one night?” he wonders, eyes scanning over your face to see if there’s any detection of you just messing around with him. “that depends…do you wanna kiss me?”

“yes”

Neither of you waste any time. His lips hungrily chase yours and you sigh into the kiss as you both lay down on your sides in the grass. Your hand grasps the back of his neck to keep him in place, making sure this moment lasts as long as possible. Warmth spreads throughout your body and you feel like your heart might beat out of your chest. 

One of Steve’s hands tangles in your hair while the other rests on your waist. It’s so quiet outside that all you can hear are the sounds of your kiss and you can’t be too sure, but so far you think it’s the best thing you’ve ever heard. 

Steve is the first to pull away, but not too far. He rests his forehead on yours and he keeps his eyes closed. “Can we go back to our place?” he asks and you let out an ‘mhm’ before you both stand up, going back inside to quickly say your goodbyes. 

_

Steve presses kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and lips every five seconds in the back of the cab and all the way to the front door. He knows he won’t be able to do this once you go back to your lives in Hawkins, so he uses this opportunity as best as he can. 

For tonight, you’re his girl and he can kiss you silly if he wants to. 

“Stevie, can I sleep in your sweatshirt? it gets cold at night”

“Here. I’ll get out of your hair” he says before leaving the room so you can get changed. His sweatshirt smells like him and you smile as you put it on. 

You change in record time so Steve can come back in. You know this is a terrible idea. You shouldn’t want to kiss him this badly, you shouldn’t hope you sleep in his arms tonight, but you do because you don’t know if you’ll ever get the chance to once you’re home. 

“I’m done!’’ you shout and Steve returns, also changed into comfy clothes. You both climb into bed after turning off the lights. His arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you into him so your head lies on his chest. 

You’re both utterly exhausted, but don’t go to bed before sharing more giggly kisses. You each dread when the sunrises, meaning your time together is up. 

It was nice while it lasted. Even if it was only for a few hours. 

_

In the morning, there’s no regrets or arguing, like what both of you expected. Instead, there was a feeling of misery. If Steve knew he could’ve had you for this whole weekend, he wouldn’t have wasted a second. 

How is he supposed to act once you’re back in Hawkins? Does he go back to being an asshole or does he stick by his promise of being your friend? Is it even possible for him to be your friend at this point?

You don’t speak much throughout the morning, apart from when you’re at his parents’ to say goodbyes. “I can’t wait to see you again, dear” his mom had told you and you felt an odd feeling in your chest at her words. 

Steve loads up all of your things in the car for you and you mutter a ‘thanks’ before getting in the passenger seat. 

“Ready?” Steve asks when he gets in the car. “yep. let’s go home” you exhale a deep breath. 

You fall asleep almost as soon as you’re on the road and Steve sighs in relief. He doesn’t think he could take the silence. 

_

The ride home goes by fairly quickly. You wake once you feel his car come to a halt outside your house. 

“I’ll get your bags for you” he offers and you shake your head “no it’s o-”

“y/n, let me get your bags. It’ll be my final job as your fake boyfriend” he jokes and you let out a fake chuckle. Why does the thought of this being over hurt so much?

“Well, guess we’re broken up now, huh? Longest three and a half days of my life” you jest. “Right back at ya. Pleasure doing business with you” he holds his hand out and you shake it like you just got finished with a business meeting. “Until next time” 

“Until next time” he repeats your words and heads back to his car. 

You watch him drive away through your living room window, hoping he’ll turn around to give you one last kiss, but he doesn’t. It’s probably for the best anyways. 

_

It had been two weeks since returning to Hawkins and Steve couldn’t shake the feeling he had. It was the heart wrenching feeling you have when you miss someone, and he didn’t want to miss you, but he did. Severely.

Somehow, his apartment had felt lonelier. His bed felt colder as he grew accustomed to sharing a bed with you for only three nights, despite the gap that was left between you and him the first two nights. 

He hasn’t seen you since he dropped you off two weeks ago and there’s nothing else to say except that he misses you. 

He misses your laugh, he misses your banter, and he misses the way he felt when he kissed you that Saturday night. Like it was something you should’ve been doing this whole time. 

The clock on his bedside table reads 12:48 and he decides he can’t take this anymore. He can’t go through another sleepless night feeling like this.

He throws his blankets off his body and gets dressed, putting on the first thing he could find and running out the front door. 

He didn’t care anymore. 

He didn’t care about what Robin would say, or that you and Eddie used to be a thing, or that this could end in complete fucking disaster. 

All he cared about was what he wanted and that was you.

_

A series of knocks at your door wasn’t what you expected at one in the morning. 

Obviously, the first thing that came to mind was a murderer, but when you looked through your peephole, you saw a very frantic Steve.

“Steve? Are you okay?” his eyes were wide, his hair was a mess, and he was clearly jittery. 

“No, actually, I’m losing my mind. I mean, you tell me I can have you for one night and you thought that I could go back to normal after that?”

“I’m…sorry?”

“No, listen. I can’t go back to normal. I have wanted you for as long as I’ve known you and then we finally fucking kiss and I have to pretend like it wasn’t the best thing that’s happened to me a really long goddamn time. I want you and I can’t act like I don’t’’

You practically throw yourself at him, quickly crashing your lips together and pulling him inside. you’d been waiting so long for this.

“We can't tell any of our friends about this” kiss. “Agreed” kiss. “I mean this could totally blow up in our faces, there's no reason to tell them, right” you state, pulling away from his lips.“Uh-huh, right. Now shut up and kiss me again” 

You stand in your living for at least ten minutes, kissing him like it’s the only thing you’ll ever do again until exhaustion hits you both.

“do you wanna stay tonight? I don’t want you out driving this late”

“I wouldn’t be able to leave anyways” 

It feels weird at first to be cuddling Steve. Just a few weeks ago you swore up and down he hated you, and now you’re both curled up in your bed, clinging to each other like your life depends on it. It doesn’t feel wrong, though. It feels natural. Like, you’ve figured everything out. Well, almost everything. 

What else did you need to figure out? How the hell you were going to keep this from your friends.

_

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Numbers Game ~ Rabbit's Fur

Numbers Game ~ Extra Scenes

This extra scene occurs during the few skipped days in Part 14 before our numbers girl's new clothes get delivered. There is some internal dialogue similar to what had already been happening since the beginning, but for the most part, it's just smut!

Pairings: Mihawk x Fem!Reader x Crocodile

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Word Count: 654

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Summary: Mihawk wraps you up like a piece of candy, and Crocodile needs a taste.

Author's Note: This was inspired by this ask from a lovely anon! "Okay but numbers girl wearing crocs coat and mihawk's hat as they devour her." Not taking requests at the moment, but I figured we could use a break from all the angst for some shameless smut! And I couldn't get this image out of my head 🥵 I hope you enjoy it!

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Use of Y/N, Swearing, Smut, Pet Names, Power Imbalance, Teasing, Cunnilingus, Biting, Ownership, Hair-Pulling, it's just smut y'all

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“Look at how cute our little pet is, Crocodile,” Mihawk purred, turning you so that the larger man could see your nude body wrapped in that massive fur coat. He trailed his hand down your back, chuckling at the little sound you made when he squeezed your ass through the thick jacket. “I wonder if this is actually rabbit’s fur.”

“It’s–”

“I don’t wanna know,” you choked out, practically drowning in the weight of fur around you. 

“So brave,” Mihawk chuckled, danger burning in the air around him. “Brave enough to interrupt a deadly pirate? Maybe our little pet wants to play warlord. Think you’re strong enough to take us on, darling?”

“I…”

“Don’t get scared now. Do you need something else to fit the part,” he teased, shaking your face gently with his grip on your chin before laughing. He pulled the extravagant hat off of his head, setting it on yours before his eyes devoured you. “There you are, little rabbit. You look so fierce in your pretty, new armor. Are you ready to talk back now, darling?”

“Don’t be so mean, Hawk Eyes,” Crocodile rasped, moving between you. He knelt in front of you, heat running through your skin at the way he bit his lip. “You got her all wrapped up like a pretty piece of candy. Can I have a taste, sweetheart? I’ll forgive you for being rude if you let me take a bite.”

“Bite,” you whispered even as you nodded your consent. 

“Just wanna taste my sweet girl,” Crocodile threatened. His tongue was so close, until Mihawk made you yelp, curling himself around your back. 

The swordsman made sure to leave his hat on your head while he leaned down to kiss your neck. He reached his arm around that heavy coat to lift and hold one of your thighs, spreading you open for the man at your feet. 

“Thank you,” Crocodile laughed. Mihawk bit down on your neck just as Crocodile laid a sloppy kiss to your already dripping cunt.

You did feel powerful. In that moment, you were at their mercy. You were always in danger. 

But damn, it feels worth it. 

“Oh gods,” you whined, your eyes rolling back when Crocodile shoved that huge tongue inside of you. He growled while he ate you, so messy as he moved his face back and forth, his nose rubbing your clit just how you needed it. 

“Such a tasty rabbit,” Mihawk purred before nibbling on your ear. He fisted your hair below his hat, praising and teasing you until you whimpered for him. 

The scent of them surrounded you, and you felt claimed, owned once again with their clothes on your skin. Owned as they feasted upon your flesh. 

Owned as you screamed your pleasure, coming while Crocodile’s tongue invaded your desperate cunt, Mihawk’s wicked teeth marking your neck, the press of his hard cock taunting you through that fur coat. 

They kissed and caressed your skin, calling you so many pretty things while you came down. You almost laughed while you melted, letting yourself enjoy every moment. 

If I have to be owned… At least this is a pretty cage.

“Cute, little pet. Can’t wait to play dress up again when we get all of your pretty clothes. What do you think, Crocodile? Should our darling be a maid first? Maybe a sweet little nurse?”

Crocodile chuckled while your skin somehow went hot again. Shy, even after everything. 

“Mm, I know,” Mihawk rasped as he breathed along your face, teasing your ear with his dangerous tongue. “You’ll be my little rabbit. My tasty, little pet.”

Gasping as he grabbed your face to kiss you, you clung to him with weak fingers, shaking beneath the greedy look in his eyes when he pulled back.

“I am going to eat you all up, pet,” Mihawk promised. “Until there's nothing left.”

And you were going to let him.

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[starg1rlie]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 ㅤㅤPROLOGUE: The Baby | (MLIST)

⟡ rating. slight romance + angst ( adolescent audience )

⟡ summary. ( the re-written version of "better late than never" is finally here! i know some people have asked about it, since i've deleted it but it's BACK NOW!! ) not all fairy tales end in a happily-ever-after. take (Y/N) and ajax for example; they had the love story of a lifetime and yet it's now all water under the bridge. ten years after the two of them split up, it was suggested that (Y/N) spend a summer vacation over in snezhnaya to give their son and the father some time to bond together and enjoy a relaxing break. however, that's easier said than done.

notes. you have no idea how long this post has been sitting in my drafts, oml. hey, yep, this is leo here, formerly known online as tarluscious (or, leo, as my moots know me), here to talk a bit about the remake of this delightful series. ever since i started publishing more and more chapters of this series back when it was still a "fly by the seat of my pants" project, i wasn't happy with the final results. i mean, hell, who's ever happy with the first attempt? and i've been meaning to re-write this series for so long, but i never found the time to. when i took my hiatus a couple of months ago, i was a little sad that i wouldn't get the chance to write BLTN over again. however, my friend, who now runs this blog (hyokkun) with me, suggested that they might re-write it, and we came to a happy conclusion that the both of us should work on this project together. so here we are, with the prologue. yayy. just wanted to say that what this means is, hyokkun has added their own inputs into this series, while i, leo, am the main author of it. so, all that being said, i hope you thoroughly enjoy this re-written version. please note that some things may be different from the last time you've read this series, and that's because changes has been made to fit the new plot accordingly. reblogs and likes are appreciated ! | wc. 1,542 words ( 8,566 characters )

⟡ feat. childe / tartaglia x female! reader ( she / her pronouns are used )

ㅤㅤA cry split through the peaceful silence of the hospital. A baby, swaddled in warm, cuddly blankets had begun wailing, even though he was cradled within the arms of his mother. He kept bawling, even as the mother hummed a lullaby, even as she rocked him back and forth in her arms, even as she cupped one side of his delicate face and whispered 'It's going to be okay' over and over again.

ㅤㅤA new wave of sickness passed over (Y/N) as she stared down at her stomach, imagining what it would be like bigger, pondering over the process it takes for a baby to develop within her. It both simultaneously intrigued and terrfied her. She couldn't imagine popping out a baby from her unmentionables, let alone having it stuck in her womb for months. Yet as she began to wonder, a new question came into light: would she give up this baby? Could she?

ㅤㅤPeople say that you don't really have a choice when you're young; no one's capable of raising a child when they're barely just a young adult, and yet, she could name a few people she knew right off the bat who were doing just fine with parenting. But the real question was if she was ready for this. Be it ready to give it up or ready to endure the consequences, it didn't matter. She just had to know for sure if she was ready.

ㅤㅤShe still remembered the conversation that had went down only a few weeks ago. She refers to it as a 'discussion', but really, it was a full-out argument....A migraine had formed underneath her temple and had buried its heels in deep, causing a resonating pounding to echo within her head, messing with her already tangled up thoughts. And yet, that day's memories remained untouched. If anything, it was tugged free of the mess and pulled into the light.

ㅤㅤ"What the fuck? What the fuck?"

ㅤㅤ"Saying 'what the fuck' over and over again isn't going to make the situation anymore better than it already is, Ajax," (Y/N) interrupted, breathing out a slightly exasperated sigh. She'd been scared out of mind about telling her boyfriend about the news and this was exactly why: he'd take it badly. He always took life-changing news badly, unless it involved travelling, free food, or money. She'd grown used to his childish behaviour ever since the two started going out, but right now was not the time to act like a child.

ㅤㅤ"Then what will make this better? Huh? Please elaborate on that for me," Ajax replied sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air. He'd been pacing for the past five minutes since (Y/N) had spilled the beans about her pregnancy. Anymore pacing and he'd pace a trench right through their apartment floor. "Because I really don't understand how anything can make this better."

ㅤㅤ"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that you're going to be a father? Haven't you been going on and on about wanting to have a son one day?" (Y/N) retorted, patience fizzling.

ㅤㅤ"When I'm thirty, not twenty-four!"

ㅤㅤ"What's a few years early? If anything, you'd get your dream quicker," she mumbled under her breath, absentmindedly flipping through the channels on the cable.

ㅤㅤAjax leapt forward and snatched the remote out of her hands, slamming it roughly onto the glossy surface of their coffee table, one that he'd insisted he put together himself, even though the table had come from IKEA, and he knew nothing on how to read instructions in Swedish. That little memory caused a tiny pang to go through her heart, enough to make it ache just a little bit. Please, she prayed, please let us get through this together.

ㅤㅤ"You're not listening! Do you honestly think that I'm ready for this? That you're ready for this? We're still in college for God's sake, do you expect us to be whizzes at parenthood?"

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) barely managed to withhold a snort at his sarcasm, but politely shook her head. She knew deep down inside that she wasn't ready to be a mother, let alone have a child at such a young age. What would her friends think? What would her parents think?

ㅤㅤ"What, then, I 'spose you expect us to waltz right in and get comfortable in our positions as parents, right? We'll be fine, so long as we manage to balance a baby into our already hectic and crazy lives, right? Just plop it right in between work and college and paying bills, hm?"

ㅤㅤ"Right," she repeated.

ㅤㅤAjax paused his pacing for a moment. "Do you understand the concept of sarcasm?" he asked incredulously.

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) went silent, seemingly contemplating whether she'd been too hasty to cast in her answer earlier.

ㅤㅤ"Whatever. It doesn't matter." His jaw tensed and for a moment, he looked as though he might punch something. Not (Y/N), heavens no, but something. Possibly the fridge (poor thing; it never did anything to deserve this sort of abuse). "What matters is that you're pregnant and we're still in college. We're students, we can barely make it past out deadlines, let alone manage a child." He sounded almost tired, and for the first time in a while, she just now noticed the bags under his eyes, and the tired croak to his voice, taking the place of the usual charming lilt he normally had. How many times had she come home from her part-time job at the laundromat to see him passed out on the exact same coffee table they were currently in front of, drooling all over his calculus homework? How many times had she come back from her lectures to find a pristine sink and an empty fridge? Ajax was incredibly vain and conscious about his self-image, that he took great lengths to make himself look presentable each day. But ever since his senior year in college started, his schedue started going downhill and he never had the time to do any of the things he normally did to take care of his body. He hadn't eaten proper food for days, and has been liviing off of coffee (and her fancy vanilla oatmilk creamer) and Doritos for God knows how long.

ㅤㅤ"What are we going to do?" (Y/N) asked finally, voice timid and quiet, as if anything louder might break the fragility of this scene.

ㅤㅤWhen Ajax looked up, she had expected his face to be sad, almost regretful for saying such things about the situation, but instead she found his gaze hard and penetrating, almost menacing. "We can't look after a baby right now, (Y/N), you know that."

ㅤㅤAnd the truth was, she did know it. She just chose not to believe it. But the way he worded it, the way he said it, seemed to hint at something. Something that made waves of nausea roll through the pits of her stomach.

ㅤㅤ"You're not suggesting...."

ㅤㅤ"An abortion," Ajax finished quietly, gaze trained on a coffee stain on the carpet.

ㅤㅤ"Ajax, no. No. We can't give the baby up before we've even tried. That's just cruel. This is your child, possibly the son you said you wanted, and you're just going to throw him away? Let him die before he gets a chance to play on a soccer team, like you did? Before he even gets a chance to see the two people who made him?" Your voice broke at those last few words and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face in thick, wet trails. "You might be giving up on him, but I'm never letting go."

ㅤㅤAjax inhaled sharply, air hissing through clenched teeth as he breathed out. "We aren't ready for this, (Y/N)."

ㅤㅤ She knew he was right. She knew it in her heart and in her brain. But some part of her wanted to keep this unborn baby that was developing within her stomach right now. Some part of her wanted to know the happiness of being a parent, a mother.

ㅤㅤShe didn't want to follow through with this. She didn't want to let the baby die. And yet...

ㅤㅤ"Miss (L/N)? You can come in now. Dr. Li's ready for you," a voice called, interrupting (Y/N)'s train of thought. She looked up, one hand resting on her tummy, the other clenched around a cell phone. The screen was still on, a barrage of messages (most likely from her family and friends) lighting up the screen with soft 'pings'.

ㅤㅤShe breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly, a breathing trick she'd learned from online to calm her nerves down.

ㅤㅤFinally, she spoke.

ㅤㅤ"Ah, sorry. I'm afraid I've changed my mind. If it's alright with you, I'll be canceling my appointment."

ㅤㅤThe nurse hesitated for a moment before nodding along. She obviously was not paid enough to barge into patients' lives, so she (wisely) kept her nose in her own business. "Of course, miss. I'll let him know you'll be leaving. Have a lovely rest of your day."

ㅤㅤ(Y/N) nodded along before waddling out of the waiting room, feeling giddy and deliriously light from the weight that had just been lifted from her shoulders. Ajax would be upset over this, yes, but it would be worth it. She could feel it in her bones.

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Liar 3

Dick Grayson x Reader

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Summary: Up and down, back and forth. Such is life now for (Y/N) (L/N). But still, what the fuck is happening?

Notes: Reader is male and uses he/him pronouns. Implied autistic!Tim. 4.2k words. Paw dividers by sligheach-side. Send an ask to be part of Liar tag list.

“How are you?” Jason asks.

“Better.” A small smile graces his lips as his eyes sparkle. Both a rarity, the smile moreso. “I called my siblings.”

“Yeah? How did that go?”

“I missed them so much. They’re alive. They’re alive and relatively safe.” If he were honest that’s all that he’s wanted. Yes, he wants to be there for them too, to actually be with them, but he can wait. He won’t take their return for granted, he’ll take what he can for now. What matters is that they are alive, have food, clothes, a roof over their heads, and warmth. There’s also someone taking care of them and they’re in school. Oh god, does he have to go back to school and get a GED? He probably does. “They seem happy too.” It’s all more than he could have ever fathomed.

“They are. Natalia helps in the kitchen and Kiva started learning recently.” West was still at the age where he’s more messy in the kitchen but they were working on that. “Natalia seems to appreciate some of my book recommendations.” He’s also spotted some manga around the house that definitely has to come from Tim. West is also interested in some of them. Jason gives him a look that’s a tad too firm to be called soft. “We’re looking out for them. Sasha too.” The lady housing and acting as the kids’ caretaker right now. His siblings called her “Ms. Sasha”. He doesn’t know much about her but he hasn’t heard anything bad.

“If Natalia starts dating, go and threaten the kid for me?” He’s suddenly reminded of the lack of what he knows about his siblings now and what they’ve been through for the past 6 years. “Actually if any of them do, threaten whoever it is.” After all, he probably won’t be out before they all start dating if they’re interested in romance.

Jason snorts. “Handing off that big brother duty to me? What an honor.”

“You’d scare them plenty.” It is also a sign of trust, he hopes Jason understands that too.

“Yeah, sure, it’ll be fun.” Maybe he does.

“Thank you.”

Jason looks at Dick. Dick who looks so tired in front of him but he’s seen him still smiling when it’s called for. Laugh and throw quips. This whole thing has taken a big toll on him, and Jason might be the only one who actually knows. “Does he even actually talk to you?”

“Not really. He doesn’t even actually look at me sometimes.” There’s a joke, about his irresistible looks or show stopping beauty on his tongue but he just keeps it there. It’s not the time.

Jason exhales. “Maybe you should stop visiting for a while.”

And Dick knows that makes sense, to give (Y/N) some space. Hell, maybe Dick himself needs some to figure out how to approach things better. This could also give him some time to focus on other things more. Thankfully it hasn’t leaked into his life enough for many of the others to notice. “That might be good.”

Jason’s eyes find his. “You’re gonna be fine, Dickwad.” Despite the name his demeanor and voice is soft.

“Thanks Jay.”

“Alright,” The younger stands up, grabbing the cups. “come on, let’s make cocoa.” He heads to the kitchen, ready to swap out the cups for mugs. Dick smiles, following him. Later, they’ll talk more and watch a movie, or a show until they either pass out or decide to call it a night.

“Why do you keep visiting me?” Though he hasn’t been here in almost a month.

“Why do you keep coming?” Dick counters. He never raises his voice, always speaking softly or in pleas. Sometimes he’ll speak a little below his normal voice and very rarely will he speak in his normal voice. Right now he’s speaking a bit softer than his normal voice.

“To ask you why you keep visiting.” (Y/N) shoots back. He turns his head away, hardened gaze looking off to the side. “I don’t know if I can even deny visitors.” Frankly, he doesn’t want to find out. What other bits of his life is in their hands? What else has he been handed or denied?

“I can… I can stop coming if that’s what you really want.”

“Maybe.” He says vaguely.

“Tim!”

“Why don’t you visit more? You used to visit a lot more!” Kiva asks, jumping up with her arms outstretched.

“I’ve been very busy. Sorry, Kiva.” Tim says, taking off his coat and patting her head. He’s not a natural with kids and is still kind of awkward with these ones.

He looks up and seems to be surprised to meet Jason’s careful gaze, West next to him. Natalia is in the kitchen entrance behind him also watching Tim and Kiva.

“JayJay’s telling us a story right now.” She grabs Tim, tugging him over.

“Hi Jason.”

Jason nods. “Hey Tim.” He continues with his story. When dinner gets called Jason and Tim stay behind for a moment, promising to join them soon.

“I didn’t expect you to be here.”

“Well I am.” There’s no way he doesn’t know that Jason visits. There’s also been a slight increase since (Y/N) has bestowed that one big brother duty on to him. However he’s also taken that as a sign of something more. He trusts Jason with his siblings, which means a lot.

“How often do you visit?”

“About twice a week when I can.” Whether that means he’s in town to or he’s not too beaten to. “You obviously haven’t been.”

“I just check in every now and then.” By that he means once or twice a month.

“Maybe you should come more if they miss you.”

“I’m busy. Dick visits plenty already.” Jason apparently does too. “How often are you visiting (Y/N)?”

“Enough.” Tim’s eyes don’t narrow but Jason can feel him trying to analyze what exactly that means. In return he looks at Tim, not quite in the eyes but Tim knows what he’s saying. “He’s not a bad person. You knew him too.”

“Hardly.” God, if only Tim knew that Dick’s in love with the guy.

“He’s not a bad person. How much do you even know about him? Because I know you spent time with him before.”

“People change around different people.” That’s just a fact. “The way he acted around me is only a small part of himself.” Jason makes a mental note to ask Dick more about what the fuck (Y/N) did. Until then…

“And what about them?” Jason jerks his head in the direction of the kids. “You brought them here and you don’t spare any time when they clearly miss you. Why? Because case close, mission over? Those are actual kids. You can’t do that to them.” Jason’s protective streak is clearly on display.

Tim deflates. “I’m just busy.” Though he will admit to himself that the kids aren’t very high on his priority list at the moment. Between Young Justice, everything in Gotham, his own personal cases and personal life, added with the fact it has been a long time since they’ve gotten here and knowing Dick’s here, he thinks it’s not as necessary. But Kiva did just say she, at least, misses him.

The older deflates just a bit too. “Take care of yourself, kid. And don’t forget about people.” Tim picks up on the double meaning behind it.

This fucking room.

“Have you spoken to Dick?” The therapist asks.

“He visits.” It’s a deflection, he knows. She, of course, knows this too, as she writes something down.

“Does he talk to you?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“And what does he talk about?”

“My siblings, his brother, Jason, sometimes him, me, the world, Gotham.” The animals without homes he fed, the workers in the shops that give him nostalgia he couldn’t place, the people in the shops that he became a regular at, the people at the libraries he visited, the people that had the courage to sit on a Gotham sidewalk to sell items that he would stop to look at, the ever changing walls filled with graffiti, the ones with murals on them.

“And what do you say?”

The former vigilante shrugs. Dr. Tavarez takes a moment before speaking again.

“You don’t have to forgive him.”

“I know.” He very much does.

“But it is good for you to have good relationships with other people.”

“Jason visits.” He counters.

“Do you speak to him?”

“I do.” It is easier to speak to Jason in a way, there’s so much more he can get out of. Even if deep, deep down he knows there’s so much he wants to say to Dick, so much he’s feeling.

“And what do you talk about with him?”

“Basically the same thing.”

“But you talk to Jason and not Dick.”

“Yes.”

“And why is that?”

“Because my relationship with Jason was never based on lies, because he didn’t lie to me, hasn’t and doesn’t.” It’s that simple.

She nods. “I’m here to help, (Y/N). I hope you understand that.”

“There’s no helping. I just sit here and be good, hopefully good enough to get out early enough that my youngest sibling doesn’t celebrate her 30th birthday without me.”

“I know your siblings are important to you. You came here willingly for them and want to leave early for them?”

“Yes.” They mean the world to him. Always have, always will. Regardless of a certain acrobat.

The helmet clicks off as Dick turns on some music and grabs the medical supply having already chucked his mask into its designated box. Jason’s jacket gets semi-folded on the couch as ABBA seeps into the apartment.

With a small clunk Dick’s hefty medkit is placed on the coffee table. Quietly, aside from the occasional grunt or hiss both boys discard their layers to assess their injuries and patch up.

Dick holds out the healing salve. “You have a bruise on your shoulder.”

“I have pit healing.”

“Take the salve, Little Wing.”

Jason grumbles and takes it, twisting around to find the bruise and slap some salve on it.

Dick secures another bandage on himself before standing and heading to the kitchen. He sets a few water bottles down on the counter. “I have chips and dip, different types of dip,” He adds. “sandwich stuff, Pop Tarts and that cereal you like. I’ve also got some fruit.”

“What kind of Pop Tarts?”

“S’mores, strawberry, blueberry, cookies and creme, and the sundae one.” Dick lists off. Jason, mentally making a note to snatch some of them, joins him in the kitchen.

“What’s the sandwich stuff?”

“Usual stuff. I think I’m low on ham though.”

Jason shrugs. “Fine by me.” Swinging open the fridge while Dick rips open a Pop Tart.

“Are you staying here for the night?” He asks in between mouthfuls of frosting and biscuit.

“That’s confidential information.” Dick stares at him.

“How many times have you slept over and left before I realized anything?”

“Less than Tim has.”

Dick sighs. “That makes sense.”

“Go clean up, Dickwad. I can manage making a sandwich.” Jason nudges a shoulder towards the bathroom and bedroom, not taking his eyes off said sandwich. “There’s blood under your chin and dirt on your eyebrows.”

“Alright, alright.” Pushing himself off the counter he heads off to the bathroom.

Most of the blood on him got wiped off with a towel. There wasn’t much of it tonight to begin with, but still. Turning the faucet on he splashes his face. Slowly his thoughts drift to (Y/N).

Quickly shoving those thoughts away he instead goes over what he has to do tomorrow, for the rest of the week. He promised to show Kiva how to do a cartwheel before any basic flips. West was also promised cartwheel lessons. He’s been thinking about taking them out somewhere for fun. Maybe out of Gotham, but there’s some local things they could probably do. Laser tag might be good, or bowling. Bowling would be nice.

Returning to the kitchen Jason has made himself comfortable at one of the barstools. Dick picks up his Pop Tart packet to finish up the second one. A calm silence washes over them as they eat.

“Why’d you do it?” Jason’s deep voice softly cuts the silence, in the way a knife goes into soft butter.

“Why’d I do what?”

“(Y/N).” Dick turns his head but doesn’t say anything so Jason continues. “Why’d you keep going with the mission and then try to make up with him?”

“Because I felt bad, because he deserves better. He doesn’t have much but he’s nice, he’s kind, and snarky. He does this thing where his brow furrows a little when he’s thinking, or confused or just when you do something stupid and he doesn’t agree with it, but he’ll watch it happen and maybe call you stupid after, and he still listens to the radio. He can tie 20 different knots and knows bits of 4 different languages but couldn’t hold an actual conversation in any of them.” Courtesy of the different types of people (Y/N) grew up around. He told Dick he only knew enough to be polite enough, or to get some scraps of information about people, places, directions. Dick tried to speak to him in one of the languages and he was awful at it and they both laughed about it.

“He…” Dick trails off, swallowing. “He was my best friend, someone I could relax around. I felt free around him.” Sometimes for a moment Dick felt like anyone else in Gotham, he could imagine that this is what it was like to not have to travel around the world taking down global superpowered threats, growing up with anger in his veins that turned into nightly fights along with dealing with the rogue of the month.

He can feel Jason watching him carefully. The judgment, the care, the softness, as he realizes just how deep of a hole Dick dug himself into. As Jason opens his mouth Dick decides to make his escape.

“I think I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight Jay.” Jason doesn’t miss the way Dick’s fingers flex, the itch to do something there. Whether that something is a distraction or a desperation for a solution he doesn’t know.

He watches his older brother retreat back to his own room before Jason quietly sets to cleaning up and slipping out of the window. Messy relationships were far too common in this family but this type of messy wasn’t Dick’s usual style, more of Bruce’s if he was going to be honest. Still, a mess was a mess.

Purple and red blotches decorate his skin. Dick’s eyes have been darting around his entire body, mouth opening slightly before closing. He does this a few times, struggling to find the right words to say about it. (Y/N) takes mercy on him and speaks first.

“Someone realized who I was. There’s a few people in here because I put them here. Word’s probably going to get out that I was Tig. Surprised it took this long.” He’s been here for a good while now, and it’s not like his story is one people would sweep under the rug. Unless Dick and his family swept it themselves.

“I didn’t think about that… I’m sorry.”

“Well, at least you thought about my visitors list. Don’t need people pissed off at me coming at me in and out of here.”

“I’ll see if—”

“It’s a fucking prison, fights are bound to happen. I can handle myself.” He’s been toying with the idea of finding decent people and making allies in here but that might be more trouble. Groups were usually messy in his experience.

“I just want you to be okay.” Unbelievable. “Did the medics look at you?”

“I’m alive. People here are mad at me, and will continue to be mad at me. End of story.” If Dick would just fucking stop trying to be nice life might be easier.

“When are you coming to visit?” Kiva asks.

“As soon as I can. I promise.”

“When can we visit?”

“Kiva, we talked about this.” He’s never letting them come here. Too many people, some with a history with him. Now that people know who he is things have gotten more complicated. Things will also be complicated after he gets out. He’s been assured though that it will be handled. The amount of trust he’s continued to put into that family is surprising.

“But I miss you. We miss you.”

“I miss you guys too. I miss you so much.”

“But Jason and Dick visit you!”

“That’s because they’re big kids.” West says.

“He’s right, sweetheart.”

“Yeah! They’re so strong too! Dick can also do backflips and stuff.”

“They are.”

“They said you’re really strong too.” Kiva announces.

“Yeah? Well I’m slacking a little right now.”

“That’s okay.” West assures him. “As long as you’re okay.”

His heart clenches. He doesn’t even think Kiva remembers him much and West’s memories of him might be pretty spotty too with how long it’s been. Who even knows what they’ve gone through in the last 6 years on top of their childhood. Both Jason and Dick have assured him that they’re in therapy. “Yeah, I’m okay, buddy. Thanks.” In response West makes an affirmative sound.

There’s some muffled speaking on the other end. “Yeah!” West says, but he knows it’s not directed at him.

“Hi (Y/N).”

“Hi Nat. How are you, sweetie?”

“I’m good. We all are. I miss you.” If anyone remembers him much it’s Nat. To remember what he did and what it was like growing up. She remembers the people who took care of them before they died. That’s something he knows Kiva can’t remember, West at this age probably doesn’t either.

“I miss you too, all of you.” It strikes him then that Dick and Jason know more about Kiva, at least, than he does. “I’ll come visit as soon as you can.”

“Are you going to stay with us?”

“I’d like to, but we’ll see what I can do. I’ll figure it out. Dick and Jason are going to help.”

“Tim too?” Kiva asks.

He hasn’t seen Tim since that night. Seems like the same can’t be said for his siblings. Resisting the urge to snort he answers, “I think Dick and Jason will have it handled.” Even if they stop visiting as much he knows at least, they will be there when he gets out. If they are alive by then, if he’s alive by then. No, he’ll fight tooth and nail to make it back to them.

Unknown to him Natalia opens her mouth before shutting it. Because she remembers and she has so much to ask, so much she wants to tell him. Not now, not here. She’ll get the phone and have more time at some point. She has her own cell phone now. So they talk about mundane things until he says. “I have to go, I’m out of time. I love you guys.”

“Love you too! Bye (Y/N)!”

“Bye! Love you!”

“Bye (Y/N), love you.”

“You’ve been visiting me an awful lot since I got in here. You don’t usually stay in Gotham this long.” The longest Jason’s been gone is a month, which is strange because despite his relationship with his family getting better Jason is Jason and runs on his own agenda.

“I’ve got some work to do here, it’s going to take awhile.” His eyes flicker over the bruises on his skin causing his brows to furrow slightly and edges of his lips twitch for a slight second before going back to their previous state. Jason doesn’t say anything about it and he appreciates it. There’s an understanding the two of them have being Gotham street kids. Being from the same part of town, one that took everything they had and ripped it away to create the men they are now. Speaking of which…

“How is the Bowery?” It’s well known that it’s Red Hood’s territory.

“Slowly getting better. I,” Jason pauses. “Bruce has been helping, putting centers nearby, stores and shelters. There’s a food bank and a restaurant where people just pay what they can.”

“I guess, now you know why I never went with you.” Sometimes (Y/N) would hand things off to Dick to give to Jason or hand them directly to Jason so that it could be given to the people there. But he never went with Jason to drop it off or go himself. Work sometimes took him there, those jobs were done with more effort and tried to be done as quickly as possible.

Secretly he thinks that he’s just not strong enough to do what Jason does, that he’s too selfish to. Maybe he’s just not a good enough person to.

Jason nods. “Yeah, I do. But I appreciate what you did.” It was as much as he could do. Jason also knows trauma very intimately. He wonders if Bruce could understand (Y/N) too. He wonders if Dick has talked to Bruce about him, if he’s tried to advocate for him.

“You thought your siblings had been dead, correct?” Dr. Tavarez asks.

“Yes.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I saw them die.”

“Would you like to explain further?”

A metallic thud. Screaming. Crying. Yelling. More metal. Blood. A gunshot. Another one. Cold. A punch. Aches. Avenge.

“Gotham streets are not kind.”

He leaves the room soon after that.

“Because what would you know about getting your hands dirty to have a roof over your head or food in your stomach? You never had to worry about that. None of you did, none of you except Jason.” There’s a spark of anger in his eyes, a dangerous glimmer. Dick’s not even entirely sure how they got here. Maybe something about how Dick misses him or how (Y/N) really was a good person and he’s so sorry it ended up like this.

Maybe if (Y/N) had done something different, maybe if anything had been different, then this would be different. Then (Y/N) had bit back something about how maybe if Dick was different but thank fuck that he knows Dick’s true colors now.

“You kept going, even after that.” Like Dick does, coming back, talking. Despite what Jason says, what he’s been trying to work on. Dick with all his feelings and the ever growing amount of responsibilities he has.

“What else was I supposed to do? It’s hard to have a life when you barely exist in the eyes of the government.” Even in Gotham, where that’s pretty common. “And there were more scumbags out there, more families being torn apart, more childhoods being stolen.”

“There were better ways.”

“It’s what I knew. It’s the language they know. It’s what some people deserve.”

Dick knows that. He does. He knows it after seeing Jason when he came back and accepting his new ways. He knows it after Kori and Roy joined Jason and formed the Outlaws. He knows that after he beat Joker an inch within his life after he thought he killed Tim. He knows that with the quiet, angry fire always deep within him. He takes a moment to think before responding.

“I’m not saying that you’re wrong, but I think you weren’t always right, that you didn’t always do the right things. Some of the jobs you took hurt other people.”

“Welcome to life, do you need to catch up? The world isn’t black and white and people get hurt no matter how much you try. You do what you can.”

“(Y/N).” That fucking look on his face.

“Why do we keep doing this? Nothing happens. You come looking like a kicked puppy, look at me and come talk to me while I just fucking sit here and wonder why the hell any of this ever happened. What are you trying to do now? Haven’t you done enough?” Frankly he’s fucking tired of it and might take Dick up on that offer to not come back.

“Not until I can make it up to you.”

“We’re not doing this again.” His voice is firm and harsh. “There is nothing you can do. Not here, because you can’t.” Because he won’t. Because despite his own rocky relationship with him he is his father’s child, he is Batman’s first protege.

“There is. There has to be.” He’s absolutely desperate.

“You have given me the one thing I’ve wanted for the last 6 years and you’ve taken it out of my reach. You have condemned me.” Out of everything (Y/N) has or hasn’t ever said since he’s gotten here that one might have hit the hardest.

“I’ll make it up to you. Even if it’s not while you're here. Even if it takes years.”

“Why? Why do you keep trying? You’re the reason I’m here in the first place, so why try to make it up to me?”

“Because I love you!” They both pause, and falter. The confession hangs in the air between them. That’s also the loudest Dick has been since he’s been here. He goes to say something, but (Y/N) is faster.

“Don’t ever fucking come back.”

[rae-pottah]

Don't Trust A Malfoy (Pt. 4 Final Part)

Fandom: Take a guess (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Warnings: they/them pronouns, trauma, bad parenting, (your probably used to both if you're reading this) ( that was a joke don't take offense), events are taken out of order from the story, shitty writing. Some People Live (Lemme know if I missed anything)

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*Y/n's POV*

"Holly shit! Y/N!" I hear Fred yell, right before everything goes black, I feel Draco holding me up and everything is gone

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As I start to regain my consciousness, I can feel a hand in mine

"Have you been here this whole time?" I let out with a dry throat

"Huh- Y/n! MUM! THEY'RE AWAKE!" he raised his head with a smile and a tear running down his face, he shouts through the building

"Hey, stop yelling" I say with my hand on my head "Where is Draco?"

"In his new room, he's explained the situation, even shook hands with the lil' heroic trio, I'm glad you're out of there love" he says seriously, the pet name bringing a blush to my face, suddenly the door is opened and everyone rushed in

"Oh dear, I'm Glad you're okay"

"Y/N!" Draco runs over and hugs me as tight as he can

"Ow" I let out, feeling slight pain still in my muscles

"Sorry! Sorry! Are you okay?" he asks quite worriedly

"I'm just glad we got out, and I'm glad I still have you" I plant a small kiss on the top of his head

"Me too!" he said with a small smile, I see out of the corner of my eye Sirius with a small smile, I know whats running through his head, he wished Regulus was still with us, as do I, one of my favorite Uncles that one, I trade my look to Fred who was looking at me already, like I held up the world, like nothing would matter, so long as I was okay

"I like your eyes" I didn't even know I said it out loud until George piped up

"Ae! We have the same eyes! So what about mine!" Ginny elbow's him in the side, I look at his eyes, but they're more dusty

"Nah, he has brighter eyes" I point at Fred

--later that day--

I had found Sirius sitting at a chair in the main room, all by himself, he'd been going through old pictures

"He didn't blame you, y'know" he snaps his head to me "He looked up to you actually, when he had time he would come around" I walked around the sofa and sat down "He would always talk about the grand adventures you had with your friends... He said he hoped I could have that someday" I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, and see his "Uncle Reggie, he said he was proud to have a brother like you, he would talk you up and I couldn't wait to meet you! Talked about how he knew one day you would fight and defeat Voldemort with the people you loved" I could see the tears streaking down his face as he looked at me in shock "He didn't blame you for leaving" I said confidently, I got up to leave him with his thoughts when all of a sudden I got pulled back by my wrist into a hug I froze, I hugged him back but it was weird, I had only ever hugged my friends, not a father figure

"I will do my absolute best to be the best possible Uncle or whatever you'd like to call me, to you AND Draco both. Thank you for saying that." I hugged him as tight as possible and didn't want to let go

--That night--

I sat on the balcony watching the stars as thoughts of Fred flood my head

"Bit cold, innit?" I hear Fred's voice

"slightly" at that second I feel a jacket wrapped around me "oh- thank you, what about you?"

"Oh- I'll be fine" he nearly stutters out "What you doing out here anyway?"

"Just thinking"

"about?"

"You. Me. Us." I let out anxiously

"Us... that's a frightening topic"

"trust me I know" I wrap his jacket around me tighter

"So, what are you thinking about us?" he asks curiously

"I think I like you... a lot.." I turn to see his sly smile

"I know I like you... a lot" his smirk gets wider

"When did you know?" his smile then gets bashful

"Uh- heh- probably about forth year... right after we pranked you, you had pranked us right back, and- well I fell for you" he suddenly found the stars interesting as well

"Oh?"

"yeh, probably fell in love with you in 6th year, when you told Umbrige to 'Go piss up a rope, Voldy Moldy is back" I look at him with wide eyes

"You're in love with me?"

"I hope that's okay?" he asked worriedly, I quickly put my back against the chair

"I think it is" I let out in a whisper, somehow he heard it and smiled brightly, he takes my hand, and I pull him forward, touching my lips to his, confirming all my suspicions...

I truly do love him

All of a sudden I heard Ron

"MAYBE LOCK IT NEXT TIME DRACO"

"BLEACH, I NEED BLEACH, MY POOR EYES"

"Totally called it, you owe me 2 galleons." I say to Fred, he sighed as he handed me the money

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2 minutes ago:

*Ron's POV*

I needed to talk to Harry, Draco had apologized, but its quite difficult to just up and drop blind hatred

"Oh fuck" I hear Harry's voice, I thought he might have dropped something because I could hear him getting off his bed.. so I walked in

"AAHHHHHHHH, MY EYES" I slapped my hand over my eyes and heard Draco

"Maybe knock next time, Ron" he said sounding almost sorry for me, I ran out of the room screaming back after closing the door

"MAYBE LOCK IT NEXT TIME DRACO"

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Hope you liked this lol

[letsg00000honey]

By Hand

Part 1

pairing: Carmen Berzatto x female!reader (uses she/her pronouns, Y/N)

warnings: Use of alcohol, smoking (it's bad for you o.k), profanity (so many f#cks but none given), mentions of sex, smut eventually in future chapters, NSFW, minors DNI and so forth

summary: You go out to a bar to celebrate your new massage therapy job with your best friend, and meet some new ones. One is loud and obnoxious and the other is short and quiet but hot af. You'll never guess who is who!

A/N: This is set a few months after the end of S1. Carmy has been talking to his family and friends more, getting used to socialising again. His character is hopefully less monosyllabic, still a bit shy, but slightly loosens up after a few beers and is more hopeful about life in general. Also, he really needs to get laid.

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"You want another drink, Y/N?" asked your best friend Sara as you sat at the bar.

"God, yes- gimme something ridiculous this time, with fruit and a parasol and shit. Surprise me- I'll get the next ones, 'k?"

She was already waving to get the bartenders attention as you casually swivelled on your barstool and surveyed the room, taking in the black booths with faded red velvet seating dotted around the perimeter of the large, currently empty dancefloor.

This wasn't high class by any stretch,  but the price was right.

In a booth near the bar, you noticed a couple of guys drinking beers.

One of them was taller, with dark hair and a 5- o'clock shadow.

It was his friend, sitting directly across from him that really caught your attention.

He had large expressive eyes, emphasised as he glanced up at his friend as he listened. His hair was tousled, made more wild each time he ran his fingers through it.

You watched as he fidgeted with his beer bottle, peeling off the label piece by piece in between sips.

He was wearing jeans and a slightly crumpled white shirt, sleeves rolled up. His arms were painted with tattoos, too difficult to make out from where you were sitting. You observed the taller guy gesticulating wildly, slapping the table every now and then- maybe to make a point?- and talking so loudly you could actually make out what they were saying over the hum of the bar.

"...I'm just sayin', why not cuz? Meatballs and spaghetti, meatball subs- 'balls are great with everything! I think it would taste fuckin' good if you combined them, ya know. Like, cut up lil' bits of bread and mix it in so you get a meat ball sub and spaghetti at the same time."

The guy he was talking to had a small smile on his lips. "Ya mean croutons, Rich?"

"No, not fuckin' croutons! I mean the bread pieces... mixed in...ah, what the fuck would you know anyway, Carm? Probably rather serve caviar or rich people shit than real food..."

The guy call Rich folded his arms and leaned back, apparently annoyed.

His friend raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly.

"You try it, Rich. Lemme know how it turns out. My round, yeah?" he said as he stood up, sidling out of the booth.

He took one last sip from his bottle and glanced over to the bar, meeting your gaze.

-----

Sara tapped your shoulder, bringing your attention back to reality.

"Voilà! Look at this! I even got them to add a crazy straw- they didn't have any sparklers, sorry babe, " she said with a joking apologetic tone.

"I'll survive somehow, thanks honey."

You took a sip and were immediately hit with so much sugar and alcohol it almost knocked you off your bar stool.

"Sara, what the hell is in this?!" you said between coughing and laughing.

"The bartender said it was a magic potion. I figure he must be right, it's his livelihood after all."

"It tastes good! It's just... intense. Thank you, for real. We gotta celebrate, huh?"

"What are you celebrating?" said a quiet, warm voice to your right.

"Oh my god.. hi.. I mean, yeah, we are celebrating, for sure..."

You rambled as the guy you had been unintentionally staring at across the room was suddenly right there, casually leaning his muscular arms against the bar as he glanced shyly at you.

"-Hi, this is Y/N, I'm Sara! She meant to say that we're celebrating her new job. This girl here is officially a massage therapist, starting Monday!"

You blushed at both your friends' pride in your achievements and how you had felt completely tongue tied at the handsome strangers question.  What was the matter with you?

You were usually confident when talking to new people, even if you would consider yourself a bit of an introvert deep down. Wasn't alcohol this strong supposed to give you liquid courage?!

"Fuck, a massage chick? You give happy endings, sweetheart?"

Rich was suddenly right in between you and Carm (what kind of name was Carm anyhow?), elbowing his way in and leaning one arm against the bar, totally blocking Carm with his back and looking at you and Sara with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Great, this guy must think he is a real comedian, you thought. As if you hadn't dealt with jokes about hand jobs, 'happy endings', and God knows what else for the last three years as you studied to get your degree. You were used to people assuming it was a front for sex work. What they didn't know was that you didn't care- sex work was real work too, it just didn't happen to be your line of business.

Before you had a chance to respond, Carm rolled his eyes heavenward and hissed at him-

"Fucks sake Rich, don't be such a fuckin' creep!"

"I was just sayin', you know.." Rich was still smiling but looked slightly less certain of his comedy act.

''It's ok,' you interjected- ' l get that a lot. People make assumptions, I'm used to it. I start work for the Cubs Monday as their in-house sports massage therapist. I'm pretty sure handys weren't detailed in my contract, but you know, I can always check it again", you said with a bright smile and a wink, surprising both Rich and Carm.

Carm, wide-eyed and blushing slightly at your candour, had a small smile as he took a drink of his new beer, passing one to Rich.

"Fuck cuz, this one can bite back! I like it!" said Rich, grinning and elbowing him.

"And so can I, asshole- so back off the lame-ass jokes if you know what's good for you!"

Sara piped up beside you, narrowing her eyes at Rich and stepping closer to him, sizing him up.

She had always been a fierce defender of you no matter what. You loved her, but it could be a bit much sometimes- especially when you felt like you could manage shit yourself.

Rich put both hands up in apology.

"Whoa whoa whoa ladies, take it easy.  Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot, ya know. Start over? I'm Richie, and this is my cousin, Carmy," Rich finally turned slightly to allow an eye line between you and Carmy.

You felt electricity down your spine as you locked eyes with him again for the briefest moment. Close up you could see his eyes were a clear azure blue, his wild wavy hair laced with gold. Would it be weird to run your fingers through it right now? Yeah, probably.

Carmy cleared his throat.

"You wanna join us over there? Promise I'll try and keep this fucko under control."

"Fuck you, Carmy."

"Thanks, cuz."

You and Sara looked at each other.

You desperately wanted to talk more to Carmy, and you tried to convey your approval to her through a meaningful look. Thankfully, your years of silent communication worked this time.

"Sure thing," she said. "Y/N, you good?"

"Cool" you said with a smile, as nonchalantly as you could.

You looked at Carmy again.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. His arms, his profile- he had an aqualine nose, which reminded you of a Roman statue-, those eyes- it suddenly dawned on you that while you hadn't gone out tonight to hook up, you would be absolutely fine with it if it involved him.

You bit your lip and stared at your drink for a moment, trying to gather your composure, and trying to mentally erase the myriad dirty thoughts that had sprung up there.

-----

You were sitting between Richie and Sara, with Carmy by Sara on the edge of the booth. You hadn't been quick enough to ensure you were sitting right by him, damn it, and Rich had made a big deal about standing up and making room for you to scooch in.

Probably took too long trying to regain your composure at the bar....

"So what do you do, Carmy? Also, that is an um, unique name?"

Keep your cool, Y/N. Ask normal questions. Don't ask him if he wants to fuck you in bathroom. Not yet, anyway.

"It's short for Carmen," he replied.

"Carmen. That's cool, and you are a...?"

"He make sandwiches and fucks shit up most of the time," interjected Rich, trying to pull focus back on himself.

"Pretty big words coming from you, with your chivalrous introduction to us, buddy" retorted Sara.

"I'm chivalrous as fuck, honey. I pull out chairs and open doors and shit for chicks, ain't that right Carm?"

"Oh yeah, all the time." Carmy looked amused by the idea.

Shut up Rich, you thought, just give me a chance to actually talk to this guy. You tried again.

"So, where do you make these sandwiches?"

"It's called- well, it's gonna be called 'The Bear'...it was my brothers place."

You didn't miss the 'was' in that sentence. And definitely didn't want to pry into why Carmy's brother was no longer around to run it.

He had a soft, forlorn expression,  his eyes darting up at the ceiling as he had another sip of beer. This guy seems kinda sad, you thought. And kinda fidgety, as he once again started peeling the label off his bottle. Sara and Richie started talking about the sandwiches at the restaurant, and you half listened as you sipped at your drink, becoming increasingly mesmerised by Carmy's hands. You noticed small scars on them as you watched him, his elegant fingers moving precisely to strip the label.

"You ever heard what they say about people who peel the labels off bottles? Apparently, it's a sign they really need to get laid, get out all that tension," said Sara with a smile and a wink to you.

"Car-my! It might finally happen for you, little cuz!"

Richie grinned and slapped the table. Looking at Carmy, you couldn't imagine he was a virgin, but he did seem to be filled with pent up energy- what from you had no idea. Sara added-

"You know, massage is pretty good for relieving stress, right Y/N?"

"It's true, I can't deny it," you said, smiling as you glanced at Carmy. He was blushing slightly but was looking at you with a sparkle of curiosity, maybe something more.

"You know, uh, I like for real could probably use some. My neck feels really tight, hopefully I haven't fucked it or something- I think I lifted a delivery weird a few days ago and it's legit been kinda sore." Carmy rubbed the back of his neck and winced slightly.

"You haven't been to a doctor?"

"Nah, hoping it'll get better on it's own."

"Well, I would be happy to offer my services. At a price, though- nothing comes for free, y'know."

Carmy smiled at you, his eyes alight.

"Yeah? What's the damage gonna be?"

"I wanna try one of your sandwiches for a start, they sound fucking delicious."

"For a start?" a small smile played on his lips again as he took another sip of beer.

"I have a couple other ideas," you murmured, almost to yourself.

"I need a fuckin smoke, cuz- you ladies wanna join us?" Rich cut into your thoughts.

"I'm reformed, but thanks," you replied.

"I'll get the next round when we get back, ok?" said Carmy, glancing at you again.

'Sure," you smiled at him. He excused himself, Rich following him, talking loudly about the best one night stand he had ever had.

"The tits on her, Carm! Fuckin' melons...."

They didn't take their jackets at least, so thankfully Carmy wasn't so embarrassed by both Sara and Richies making fun that he decided to go home early.

As the front door closed behind them, Sara leaned in.

"Verdict Y/N? The tall one is so fucking cocky, and the short one is pretty quiet."

"And fucking gorgeous. Swap seats with me. I need proximity. Have you *seen* his eyes?!"

"I've seen you burning a hole in him with yours." she said, as you edged over her to switch places.

"Fuck off. Oh god, am I that obvious?!"

Sara chuckled.

"You're fine, Y/N. He was looking over at us when we were at the bar."

"Really?!"

"Well, either us or the bartender."

"I'll take those odds. I think Richies into you, he keeps looking at you."

"I noticed. He has a smart mouth, but he is sort of funny - we can't tell him that, though, or he'll never shut up."

"They're coming back - do I look OK?" You suddenly felt that spark again as you saw Carmy walk back over, adjusting your dress.

"You're hot, Y/N" she responded.

"Thanks, babe."

Carmy reached the booth and leaned on the table, a smile quirking at the corner of his mouth as he observed you had swapped seats with Sara.

'What's your poison?' he said, looking directly at you. You rubbed your thighs together under the table - just a look from this guy sent fire to your core.

"Surprise us," you said with a grin.

"Yeah?" he smiled and drummed his fingers on the table- "You got it."

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Fall, For You

Peter Parker x fem!reader

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Summary: Your family didn’t really celebrate Halloween growing up, but Peter is about to change that by doing everything autumn with you 🧡🍁

Word count: ~5.2k

Warnings: Slightly spooky stuff at the beginning? Terrible Halloween puns. Some adorable fluff. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

A/N: I hope you all love this! It’s been a bit stop and go writing this, but it’s inspired by my own fall activities this year! I love autumn, Halloween, and chilly weather, so enjoy this domestic cuteness with Peter <3 As always, please let me know if you enjoyed it! I love hearing from you

The way the autumn sun beat down on you from the late afternoon sky should have been comforting in the chilling air, but a breeze brushed past you, leaving goosebumps in its wake and rustling the imposing stalks of corn surrounding you. As your head whipped around and around, you could have sworn Peter had just been right next to you, but the gravelly whispering of the corn and faraway talking of families traversing the maze were the only noises you heard.

“Peter?” you called, your voice falling flat into the air. No response.

You dug the toe of your shoe in the dirt, drawing a heart while you waited, hoping Peter had just fallen behind and was about to turn the corner. But as the stalks in front of you started swaying back and forth, something moving through them, your doodle washed away in the kicked-up dust you made as you backed away.

“Peter, is that you?” The words felt thin, straining on your vocal cords. Halloween wasn’t exactly your thing, but going to a corn maze doesn’t really count as a Halloween activity. You weren’t so sure anymore, though, as your back hit the other side of the path, the brittle ears poking against your body in sharp points.

“Boo!”

You watched a figure jump out from the corn, your muscles tense until his foot hit a rock and drawstring bag caught on a stalk, your mind having no doubt of who can be so clumsy. Peter bobbled something between his hands, and any fear that was in your body a second ago was replaced by laughter as your shoulders shook.

By the time he composed himself, you were able to see it was a bag of kettle corn in his outstretched arms, an embarrassed grin on his face. You grabbed the bag from him, unable to stop the laughs from escaping your mouth while turning away from Peter. Going on a surprise horror movie date was not initially part of your autumn plan. As you opened up the bag and took some, relishing in its sweet and salty taste, you said, “You know this is what you get for trying to scare me, right?”

Your feet carried you along the path, ready to keep going whether your boyfriend was keeping up, but you heard Peter scurrying along behind you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him scratching a hand along the back of his neck once he caught up. “I know… I meant it to be more of a surprise than a recreation of Children of the Corn. I’m sure you’re regretting making this list with me now.” Gesturing to the bag, he said, “But at least I got us a snack while we’re in here!”

You continued to crunch on the popcorn, motioning for him to take some. Peter, having heard your childhood experience with Halloween (or lack thereof), had decided to make a must-do list of Halloween/fall activities. It wasn’t that the holiday had somehow scarred you or left you with bad memories; it was just that your family never really got into it, so neither did you.

The list included going to an apple orchard, carving pumpkins, watching spooky movies, and everything that you usually enjoyed from a distance each autumn — like traversing a corn maze. 

Catching a glimpse of his mouth stuffed full, you said with a grin, “I didn’t know your surprises came with Texas Chainsaw Massacre recreations. Maybe skip the surprise party idea for my next birthday, please.” You nudged your elbow against his arm, hoping the brief touch conveyed that you were kidding and grateful for the snack.

“Hey, I’m just trying to get us in the spirit of things…” he said, a satisfied look on his face as his hand reached into the bag to grab some more.

Pursing your lips, you let out a tired hum. Corny (ugh) puns weren’t on your list either. “I didn’t know I was dating a vampire. Cause that sucked.”

A giggle escaped your mouth as Peter gasped, his hand clutching his chest. “Bubeleh! Mon cher! Mon amour, querido…” he declared, turning his body toward you and training his gaze on yours. “My darling. You drive a stake through my heart!”

He reached for your hand, pulling you in close, your head resting against his as laughs shook through you. Looking into his eyes, you said, “Peter, do you know you’re the most dramatic person ever?”

The breath of smile that graced his face outshined the sun’s warmth and erased any fear you’d had before – erased everything besides him for that brief moment. You’d had reservations about this list at first, already wiping your hands clean of Halloween at this point in your life. But as Peter kissed each of your knuckles, the warmth of his body infusing into your skin, you knew you’d follow him anywhere. Match your pace with his and spend a lifetime unraveling his mind and soul to see the world from his beautiful point of view, even if that included his corniness.

His eyes seemed to unfocus as his lips traveled up, eventually finding yours. Every movement was slow, how his mouth moved against you and the way his hand crept down your back. Your body pressed tight against him, threading your fingers into the hair sticking out from his hat.

A deep breath filled your lungs, your mind fuzzy as it inhaled the earthy smell of Peter and the feeling of his body against yours. But before you got too lost in the spell Peter seemed to always put you under, you felt a pinch on your butt, a yelp escaping your mouth.

“Peter!” You whisper-yelled at him, swatting his chest. The boyish smirk on his face matched your own, making you feel like stupid teenagers again.

He just grabbed your “attacking” hand, swinging your arms back and forth as you began walking again. “You still love me though.”

You let out a scoff, shaking your head. “Sometimes I think you love my ass more than you love me, though.”

“Well, your ass…” he said, bringing his hand to rest in the back pocket of your pants, “never called me dramatic or said that my jokes suck.”

With a laugh, you said, “You’re lucky I love kettle corn, or I’d be throwing this all over you.” You grabbed another handful before letting Peter have some, your feet walking in step together as you traversed the corn maze.

“I love you.”

A gentler breeze pushed past, bringing you closer to Peter.

“I love you too.”

By the time the two of you found the exit, not that you were studying the map very closely, the sun had started its dipping journey toward the horizon. You’d already had plenty of apple and pumpkin flavored drinks and junk food, picked some apples for home, and Peter even convinced you to ride the giant slide. Your constant giggles were lost to the wind whipping past you, but the wide grin on your face was unmistakable, even if Peter had beat you to the bottom first.

You strolled along the pumpkin patch at the end of the day, the sounds of families and vendors a bit quieter now. The wafting smells of the concession stands still filled the air, lingering and mixing with the distinct scent of autumn. Your hands turned pumpkins this way and that to find a good one when Peter came up next to you, his arms wrapping around your body. His chest held your back as you swayed side to side.

“Find anything good?” he asked, his cheek coming to rest against yours.

“Peter, I don’t know what a good pumpkin for carving looks like,” you laughed out. “I’m basically just admiring them.”

“Hmm… let's get these two.” He pointed to two medium-sized pumpkins in front of you, both having a few bumps on them and leaning to the side, but they didn’t look too bad to your limited knowledge.

Turning your head, you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “Why those two?”

His arms squeezed you tighter. “Because you’re cold, and those were the first ones I saw. Let’s get you back in the car.”

Your jaw dropped just a bit before saying, “We can’t just get any old pumpkins for my first carving!” You crossed your arms. “And I’m not that cold…”

He raised an eyebrow at you, his arms releasing you. You tried to hide the way your body missed the heat of his already. Peter shrugged off the drawstring bag from his back, pulling out a thick piece of clothing. “Here, put on your sweater.”

“I’m fine. I already have my flannel,” you said, fingers coming to play with the red flannel hugging your body. Of course, none of that stopped him from thrusting the sweater toward you again.

When you didn’t budge, he raised your arms up and started putting the sweater on you himself. Your lips pressed tight when the warmth of it felt nice on your skin, its softness not too far off from the feeling in your chest for Peter at the moment. As he straightened it out here and there, he said, “I don’t want to brag or anything, but I happen to know my incredible, but very stubborn, girlfriend pretty well.” His eyes softened when he looked at you, his gaze seeming to take all of you in. “I brought the sweater for you to wear when you got cold.

He wrapped his hand in yours and said, “And… if you knew your boyfriend, the love of your life, your true love, you’d know that I didn’t bring any sweater for me – I get way too warm no matter what I do.”

You stopped the giggle rising in your throat to let out a gasp this time, mimicking him from earlier. “Are you implying that I don’t know the moon and stars of my life?” At Peter’s laugh, you continued, “I just thought you were trying to blend in as a normal person with a normal body temperature, but I see that didn’t work.”

“Hey, someone has to take over your role as the hot one in this relationship,” he said, giving you a cheesy wink.

Ready to be done with his puns, you agreed on bringing home those pumpkins. Peter heaved them onto his shoulders with ease and carried them to checkout and the car, not hiding his incredible strength as much as you would’ve liked. But you just trailed alongside him, other goodies in hand.

After loading up the car and taking your seats, you rested your head on his shoulder. A long exhale left your lungs, wondering whether missing out on Halloween as a kid was that bad when it meant spending a whole season living like this.

--

“People do this for fun?!”

A few days later, you sat on your newspaper-covered floor in some old sweats, plunging a knife into the top of your pumpkin. By the time you’d carved out the lid, your muscles ached from cutting through the pumpkin’s thick skin— of course messing up a few times and having to redo it again and again.

Your tired arms then reached inside. A couple of handfuls of slimy pumpkin “guts” is what led to your outburst, your mind a bit confused as to why people enjoyed this mess.

“Yeah… I can’t really blame you for thinking that,” Peter said, the back of his hand coming to wipe away stray pumpkin on his cheek. A borrowed headband laid on his head, pushing his messy hair back and away from his face. “But, most of the time, they turn out beautiful. Like you.”

A small smile creeped onto your face as you said, “Did you just compare my beauty to a carved pumpkin?”

Peter, a bit a head of you, put his marker down and looked between his pumpkin and you. Clicking his tongue, he pondered, “Yeah, I’m definitely seeing a resemblance.”

When you tried peeking over at his design, he turned it away from you, hiding it against his body. “Hey! No cheating!”

You shook your head at him, going back to emptying the pumpkin. Once you scraped enough out, you fixed the lid back on and grabbed a book of carving stencils Peter had picked up. Flipping through, you stopped on one in particular, a grin spreading from ear to ear.

“Sweetheart, I’m not sure I like that look.” You lifted your head at Peter’s voice, seeing his raised eyebrows. But since two could play at this game, you tore the page from the book and held it close as you taped it onto the pumpkin.

You didn’t have to peek over at him to know what his face looked like when a sigh came from his direction.

The two of you worked in a comfortable silence accompanied by a playlist of spooky and Halloween-themed songs. Your wrist started to ache after a bit, but you kept going until the final section was cut through and fell away.

As a proud smile grew and you did a little dance back and forth, Peter said, “I take it you’re done then?”

“Yep,” you said, popping the “p” as you wiped away any debris. “And I think it definitely bears resemblance to you as well.”

Letting out a snort, he grabbed the candles to put inside (electric so you didn’t burn anything down, because you could absolutely not afford it). You took it from his outstretched palm, making sure he didn’t catch a glimpse of your design.

He settled on one side of the dinner table while you stood at the other. “Okay, you ready?” he asked. At your nodding, he said, “One, two… three!”

His hands grabbed the sides of his pumpkin as you grabbed yours, spinning them around at the same time.

“Really?” Peter groaned, his face unamused. You’d found a relatively easy template to work with, one of a cute little spider sitting in the corner of a web. “That’s a bit on the nose, don’t ya think?”

You widened your eyes, giving him an innocent look. “I think you two are twins.” Your finger pointed at his pumpkin, your other hand coming to rest on your hip as you studied the design. “And how exactly do I resemble Jack Skellington, Peter?”

He had carved the face of The Pumpkin King, quite well you observed. You two had just watched The Nightmare Before Christmas last week, Peter singing along to all the songs while you both drank mugs of hot apple cider.

“Well…” he started, his top teeth digging into his bottom lip to stop from smiling, “I wouldn’t mind boning you, darling. Y’know, like a skeleton.”

“Yes, I get it.” Rubbing a hand down your face, mostly to cover the creeping smile, you asked, “Did you spend all night thinking of that one?”

Peter came around, grabbing one pumpkin in each arm and walking toward the door. “C’mon, let’s go look at them outside.”

Your mouth twisted, very aware that his lack of an answer probably meant “yes.” Following him outside onto the front porch, your feet padded against the wood, your skin chilling in the air.

As soon as he set them on the porch ledge, you snuggled up into his side, bringing his arm around your shoulder. Your designs flickered into the dark night side by side, surrounded by the few orange and black decorations you had put up out here.

You felt the deep inhale and exhale of Peter’s breath, the only noise to accompany the sounds of a distant owl. He squeezed your arm, his fingers rubbing back and forth along your skin. Maybe all this was worth the pumpkin guts.

--

Like all the other activities on the list, Peter had come up with this idea — to go out and have a little fall photoshoot. You weren’t one to volunteer yourself as a model, but you were weak once he had brought out his camera and the puppy dog eyes.

You’d put together a nice fall outfit, complete with a thick cardigan of course. Peter himself wore a hooded flannel that made him look like autumn and home brought to life — which made you hesitate for a second on planning to “borrow” it at some point, but only a second. 

He drove you out to a park a little north, the two of you holding hands as you walked through. Families and couples sat around on the grass or throwing a ball around, but Peter led you farther back as the growth got a bit thicker.

After a few minutes, the conversations of people growing quieter, you walked into a small clearing. You were surrounded by a canopy of fiery reds, yellows, and oranges as the trees swayed back and forth in the wind. You’d never really taken a silent moment to just watch the world change as it got colder.

You were admiring the beautiful ceiling of leaves above you when a click sounded from behind. Turning, you saw Peter with his camera in his hands and a smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, I didn’t know we were starting already!” You crossed your arms, but he answered with more clicks of his camera.

“I’m an artist, sweetheart. Don’t question my methods.” He walked around you, trying to get good angles you assumed, but the attention felt a bit stifling.

“Peter, I don’t know what I’m doing. I mean, where do I put my arms?” you asked, flopping your arms against your side.

He lowered his camera, his eyes connecting with yours. You let out a huff as he walked toward you, your body feeling awkward and unsure of what he wanted you to do.

As he got close, he raised his hands to your face, fingers curving around your jaw and cheeks. His breath came out just above a whisper, his nose brushing yours. “I only want to take beautiful pictures, so just be yourself. Okay?”

Your warm cheeks felt nice in the chilly air, your chest blooming as you turned your head away from his gaze. At your hesitation, he pulled away and brought the camera strap up over his head, putting it over yours instead.

“Here, take some of me first,” he said, cupping his hands around yours, bringing them to wrap along the camera and placing your finger on the button. He gave your hands a final squeeze before backing up near the edge of the trees.

Peter made a bunch of funny poses, sticking his tongue out and flexing just to make you laugh. And it worked, some of the pictures probably coming out blurry from your shoulders shaking. Your grin slowly lowered when he turned to actually posing, leaning against a tree or sitting on a rock surrounded by the beautiful leaves.

You never ceased to be surprised by Peter’s looks, somehow always being caught off guard by how angelic he looked. He wasn’t always confident, but with the air he carried about himself these days, it was hard to keep your breathing even when he looked like this. Each of the warm autumn colors surrounding you two made his eyes look so intense, you welcomed the separation of the camera between your bodies.

Hoisting himself up, he trotted over to you, his cheesy smile right back on his face. His hand reached out to grab the camera, lifting it over your head as he said, “Got any good ones? Hope you captured my ‘Blue Steel’ look. I’ve been practicing.”

“Oh, I got it. That one’s going right above our bed.” Your giggles joined his along with the sound of birds chittering in the branches above. Before you could distract him anymore, he pointed with his head, motioning for you to pose as he did.

Pursing your lips, you backed away from him, steps moving slow as they dragged among the fallen leaves and dirt. Swallowing any awkwardness itching in your stomach, you stood and smiled for the pictures Peter took of you. You moved around, trying little differences to see if they felt any more natural. As you leaned against the same tree that Peter did, your smile grew just a tiny bit at feeling the warmth he left behind.

Though it comforted you, he must’ve still seen your apprehension because, still with his face behind the camera, he said, “Hey sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

He lowered the camera to show you his dumb Blue Steel impression again, pouty lips and all. You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but a wide grin broke across your face, your eyes shutting for a second as your cheeks squished high. More clicks sounded into the air, but you were laughing too much to care.

Peter grabbed a few more photos before motioning for you to come back toward him while he kneeled to put his camera away in his bag. Fidgeting with your fingers, you asked, “So, how’d I do?”

Looking up at you, the softest look gracing his features, he stood and grabbed your hands. He brought them to wrap around his neck and let go, bringing his to rest on your waist. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever photographed.”

“Peter…” you said, your words mumbled as you curled against him.

He brought his head up, looking past you as he declared, “I know you’re usually the right one in this relationship, but not today. Let me bask in this moment of being 100% correct for once.”

You just shook your head, your cheek brushing along his body. “Fine, I’ll let you have this one. But only if we watch The Addams Family when we get home.” A beat of silence passed. “And drink hot chocolate. With whipped cream!”

Peter barked out a laugh, his rumbling chest shaking your body. “Easiest decision I’ve ever made, darling. Besides loving you, of course.”

You snuggled in closer to him one more time before pulling away, wanting to walk through the park a bit more before it got dark. Your hand, wrapping in his, swung back and forth as your feet crunched on the leaves littering your path. You let out a whispered, “I love you too.”

--

You adjusted just slightly the heavy wig resting on your head, removing your hands slowly as to not mess anything up while stepping back, admiring yourself in the mirror.

The blonde wig, scattered with pastel flowers throughout the braid, hung down to your legs. As you turned this way and that, it swung through the air, brushing past the purple dress that went past your knees.

A sing-song voice came from the hallway, its comforting tone bringing a smile to your face. “Is my Rapunzel ready?”

Peter appeared in the doorway, crossing his arms as he leaned against its frame, his eyes never leaving you. His hair was swooped back, complementing the blue vest and tall boots he wore.

“As ready as she’ll ever be, Flynn Rider,” you said, giggling as he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around your back.

As he kissed your forehead, you let out a soft sigh. “Are you sure we’re allowed to do this?” you asked, your stomach turning in on itself.

Peter’s final item on the list, on a Halloween-themed notepad hung up on the fridge, read “Go trick-or-treating” in his scribbled handwriting. As you were both adults, a pit had been building inside you as the days got closer — would people even be okay with this? Would they just laugh at you?

“Say no to the prettiest person they’ve ever seen? No way,” he said, leaning in ever closer. “And if they do, a certain friendly neighbor may have to pay a visit. Add some cobwebs here and there…”

You pulled back, your jaw slightly ajar. “Peter!” You are not being very responsible with your great power.”

With a laugh, he said, “Come on!” and pulled you away from the mirror and toward the front door. He handed you a spare pillow case to hold all your candy (he said it was more authentic this way than buying a trick or treat bag from the store).

A deep breath filled your lungs as you stepped outside, Peter ushering you through like charming Flynn himself. The chilling air pricked at your throat, but as you walked past your flickering jack o’ lanterns with Peter right by your side, it didn’t feel all that cold anymore.

The night, illuminated by house lights and the last glimpses of the setting sun, was filled with running kids and their trailing parents going from house to house. An instant smile found its way on your face, loving the range from cowboys and dragons to home-made costumes to even a few Spider-Man suits.

Peter grabbed your hand, taking you to a side street that had a little bit less traffic, and they weren’t your direct neighbors seeing you trick-or-treating as an adult, which you were thankful for.

Walking up to the first house had your heart pounding in your throat all the way down to your feet. You were certain he could hear its frantic pace. Looking back, Peter was only a few steps behind you, motioning you to ring their doorbell. He gave a thumbs up and toothy smile fit for his costume.

You nodded, almost imperceptibly, as your fingers reached out, just barely pressing the doorbell. You heard it ring, muffled inside, and saw a moving figure obscured through the windows.

As the door opened, a middle-aged man appeared, a large pumpkin-themed bowl of candy in hand. His face, neutral for a moment, scanned the two of you before his eyes trained behind you.

Swallowing hard, your crackling voice said, “Trick or treat?” You held out the pillow case, fingernails picking at the stitching as you waited.

When his gaze returned to you, he had a warm smile and said, “Of course!” As he dropped some candy into your bag, he said, “And a few extra for the princess.” He gave you a few more pieces of candy before you said thank you, letting Peter get his fill.

The man shut the door as you two walked down the pathway back to the street, your pillow cases just a bit heavier now. Walking in step, he wrapped an arm around your waist. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You leaned your head against him, letting out a quiet hum. “It was a bit scary at first, though I guess that’s what Halloween is all about,” you joked. “And we have candy now, so it was worth it.”

Peter let out a laugh and squeezed your hand before letting you ring the next house’s doorbell. Each house still made you chew on the inside of your cheek or fidget, but it got easier as the night went on and the moon rose higher.

Toward one of the remaining houses left in the neighborhood, you were greeted by an older woman. With squinting eyes and a bucket full of king-sized candy bars, she said, “Oh, aren’t you two so adorable!”

You turned back to look at Peter, wanting him next to you like a proper prince and princess, but you saw him holding his phone up. You read the large, typed-out words he was holding up on his phone, the text reading “First time trick or treating!” with an arrow pointing toward you.

You were certain his wide eyes matched your own, both of you too stunned at that moment to say anything. Only the weight of a few heavy pieces of candy landing inside your case brought your attention back to the woman. You gave a closed smile to her own grinning face, saying your thanks before letting Peter come forward.

As you two walked back to the street, you saw his raised shoulders and cringing face from the corner of your eye. He said, “Darling… Mon cher, love of my life, my Rapunzel…”

“Yes, Eugene Fitzherbert?” you replied, using his character’s real name. You weren’t upset with him, mostly shocked that he did this and didn’t tell you.

“I thought people would be a little nicer if they knew it was your first time trick-or-treating, ‘s’all.” He adjusted his costume this way and that, letting out a sharp breath.

You snorted out a small laugh. “I mean, it’s not really my first time. I went with friends a few times, but I was pretty young,” you explained, your words coming out rambling.

“Well I can’t really write all that on my phone, now can I?” He said, hints of sarcasm and joking laced in his voice.

Laughing, you said, “I guess not. You’re a bit sassy, but thank you, Peter.” His smug grin turned soft and grabbed your hand.

His pace quickened as you approached home, his boyish giggling ringing into the night. Opening the door, he pulled you inside and sat you both down in the living room. Your heart felt happy at his excitement, and you weren’t sure anymore who this was for.

“Ready?” he asked, his eyes raised expectantly at you.

You took off the heavy wig and nodded furiously, holding your heavy pillow case high up. As he said, “Go!” you tipped it over and watched a heaving pile of candy build in front of you.

Peter began organizing all of them, putting Snickers here, Skittles there, so you did the same, feeling a childish fun fill you.

“Ready to trade?” he asked, still looking around at the different stacks.

You’d never traded candy so seriously before, but he looked determined as he asked. “Uh, sure?”

Grabbing a handful of candy, Peter said, “Okay, how about two Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups for two of your Kit Kat’s?”

Taken aback, you put a hand to your chest. “I might be a little inexperienced in all this, but I am not clueless. Those are full-sized Kit Kat’s — you’re getting one for two Reese’s cups.”

Peter pursed his lips, eyebrows scrunching together. As he looked around, he said, “Okay Rapunzel. You drive a hard bargain. I’ll throw in a pack of M&M’s too.”

You pretended to think for a bit, resting your finger against your chin. Only when you saw his unamused look did you give in, not that you were too worried. You’d be mixing candy together by tomorrow anyway. “Fine, you have a deal.”

His face broke out in excitement, his hands quickly coming forward across the piles to make the exchange. You went back and forth like this for a bit before you couldn’t stare any longer and dug into your treasure of candy.

It wasn’t until halfway through Hocus Pocus, the two of you in pajamas and surrounded by discarded candy wrappers, that you turned to look up at Peter, your head laying on his chest, and whispered, “Thank you, for everything.”

He looked at you, his eyes soft and smile gentle as the now forgotten movie cast dancing shadows across his face. “Yeah, ‘course,” he said, never taking his gaze off of you. “I just remember my parents taking me around, and then May and Ben. They always made sure I got to experience what all the other kids did, and I loved it, so I thought someone should do that for you too.”

You nodded along, unable to stop the way the corners of your eyes stung at his words. You already couldn’t wait for next year, having no doubt it’d make you just as happy as this Halloween. Leaning into him even more, you gave a tight-lipped smile, unable to keep the emotion from your voice. “They definitely taught you well, Peter.”

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[kimoralov3]

Just a Mission

requested by: @arkofblake (i asked her for ideas lmao) word count: 3850 pairing: sam wilson x reader warnings: it took me months to write so it might be slightly inconsistent, swearing (as usual), i don't remember what pronouns i used for the reader, slight angst, bucky and nat make a joke about sam and the reader keeping it down, fake dating, the head of the hoa, suburban neighborhood, google docs AND grammarly quit on me so there's bound to be errors somewhere

It was a fairly normal day in the life of an Avenger. Natasha and Clint were in the boxing ring, Steve and Tony were making up some plan for the next team mission, and you were getting ready to go on a mission with the man that you had had a crush on for about a year and a half now. 

“I don’t see why you’re making such a big deal out of this. You’ve been hiding your feelings for forever now, one little mission isn’t going to change that.” Bucky said as he laid on your bed, not being helpful as you ran around trying to find all your clothes.

“Bucky, this isn’t just a mission. Me and Sam are going undercover as a newlywed couple — for who knows how long might I add — there is ample opportunity for me to slip up and admit my feelings for him. And you know I can’t handle the embarrassment of being rejected! I have been doomed, and it’s you and Steve’s fault!” You said, throwing a shirt into the pile forming from your suitcase.

Bucky stared at you for a second before replying. “I never realized how adorable you are when you’re all panicky.” You let out a yell of frustration and throw your shoe at him, Bucky laughing as he easily catches it. 

“You’re not helping! At all!” You said as you started pacing back and forth. Bucky finally got up, walking in front of you to stop your constant movement.

“Look, you’re gonna be fine. The mission is gonna be quick and easy, then you can come back and go back to staring at Sam like he holds the world up with his bare hands. Just do what you’ve been doing. Okay?” He said as he stared into your eyes. You let out a sigh before nodding, rubbing your eyes a bit. 

“You’re right; I’m freaking out for nothing. What’s the worst that can happen?”

—

The worst that could happen was you and Sam having to drive all the way to your destination. Alone. Together. Just the two of you.

“Y/N, you’ll be fine. It’ll only be a couple hours, and you can sleep through most of it. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?” Steve asked as you followed him around the compound. He had been walking from the kitchen when you found him, so he was trying to balance his sandwich in one hand and some mission files in the other. You talking to him was making that task a little more complicated than it should’ve been.

“Steve, you cannot honestly tell me that you’d be fine living alone with someone you’ve had a crush on for forever, but they don’t know about your crush, so you have to pretend like being near them—”

“Y/N! There you are, I’ve been looking for you. Are you ready to get going?” Sam asked as he walked up to you and Steve. Steve gave you a look, raising an eyebrow before walking away. Thanks for nothing, Steven.

“Uh, yeah, I’m almost ready— let me just go grab my bags, okay?” You stuttered out as you turned and walked away. You heard Sam call out your name again, causing you to turn around so fast that you almost fell on your face.

“Your room is that way.” Sam said as he pointed in the other direction. You looked to where he was pointing, then back at him, feeling your face heat up as you walked past him without a word. This is going to be the worst mission of my life.

—

 6 hours in the car, alone with Samuel Thomas Wilson, was both a dream come true and your worst nightmare. On the one hand, this was the perfect situation— you and the guy you’re in love with trapped together; if you couldn’t get him to fall in love with you now, there was no point in trying anymore. On the other hand, you’d be in a car with Sam alone. For 6 hours. It was way more likely that you would end up embarrassing yourself and pushing him away for good.

In the end, neither of those things happened because you slept all the way there. You were awoken by the soft touch of Sam’s hand shaking you gently. “We’re here.” He said as he unbuckled and got out of the car. 

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before stepping out of the car. You took in a deep breath before taking in your surroundings. It looked like your average suburban neighborhood. The houses were all shades of blue, yellow, or white, with the occasional very faint shade of pink. All the lawns were perfectly kept, never extending past the white picket fences. A few of them had a tree in the front, maybe even the occasional swingset. Nothing to write home about, though. 

“This place already gives me bad vibes.” You mumbled to yourself. You heard Sam laugh as he closed the trunk, both of your suitcases in hand. You reached out to help him but he pulled them away before you could reach them. 

“I got them. Do you have the keys?” He asked as the two of you walked up to the front door. You nodded and reached into your pocket, grabbing the keys and unlocking the door. Once you were inside, you had to laugh a little at the decor. Steve and Bucky definitely had a fun time picking things out for this house; it was the perfect blend of your and Sam’s styles. 

Before the two of you could properly settle in and set everything up, there was a loud knock on the door. You looked at each other suspiciously before you opened the door, Sam standing closely behind you. 

“Hi there!” Said the obnoxiously loud woman, standing on the doorstep with a plate of cookies. “You two must be the newlywed couple; I’m Amanda, a longtime resident here and head of the HOA! Welcome to the neighborhood!” She continued on as she handed you the plate of cookies. You chuckled nervously, looking up at Sam for help. 

He thankfully took the hint, stepping up so that the two of you were side by side, and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Amanda. I’m Sam, and this is Y/N.” As he introduced the two of you, he casually wrapped his free arm around your waist.

You tried your hardest not to think much of it before opening your mouth again. He’s just doing his job; the two of you are supposed to be a newlywed couple, and this is what couples do! They touch each other, and don’t look like deer in headlights while doing so! 

“It’s so lovely to meet you! Here, why don’t you come and sit down while I take those cookies off your hands?” You suggested with as much sugar to your tone as you could muster at the moment, stepping to the side and opening the door further so as to be more inviting. This must’ve been the right move because Amanda graciously accepted, Sam closing the door behind her and showing her to the living area. You watched as they both sat down on the couch, taking a moment to make sure everything was okay before heading to the kitchen and putting away the cookies.

Once you were finished, you walked to the living room and sat next to Sam on the couch. Amanda was perched on the loveseat diagonal to the couch, looking at the living room with a semi-judgemental eye. “Wow, I’ve never seen a house with such… unique decor! How did you both decide on this theme?” She asked as she crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair. 

Sam once again took the lead, knowing that he was a lot better with his words than you were. “Well actually, Y/N and I split up the duty of choosing the decor for each room. Y/N picked out the decor for the living room, the kitchen, the dining room, and the guest bedroom, while I picked out the decor for my office, the bathrooms, and the basement. We worked together to design our bedroom and en suite, though.”

Amanda let out a small gasp of genuine shock before turning to face you fully. “Y/N dear, you better hold on tightly to this one! My husband would never offer to take care of such a big project like that!”

You laughed at that, the first real laugh since you and Sam had arrived in Virginia. “Oh believe me when I say this, I never plan on letting him go.” 

—

It had been a month since you and Sam had “moved in”, and things were pretty calm for now. The two of you still hadn’t pinpointed the head of the crime ring, but it was only a matter of time now. You and Sam made sure to get more involved in neighborhood activities, making sure that nothing about you was suspicious. Well, almost nothing, according to Amanda.

“So you mean to tell me that the two of you haven’t tried for kids at all? I find that very hard to believe.” Amanda said as the two of you sipped on tea in her living room. Your face heated significantly, and not just because of the warm tea you were drinking. 

“We’ve decided that we want to be a bit more stable before having kids. We just got married and bought a house, we should take some time to ourselves before adding little ones to the mix.” You let out the perfectly practiced reply. It was clear to you and Sam that the people in town were very nosy, so your lies had to be rock solid. 

Amanda hummed at that, seemingly finding it believable. “Well when the two of you do have kids, I’m sure that they will be adorable. I mean I have honestly never seen such a more attractive looking couple!”

You playfully rolled your eyes, slowly getting used to Amanda’s constant comments about how good the two of you look together. If only we were really together. 

“I’m sure they will be adorable.” You settled on saying, bringing the mug of brown liquid to your lips. 

“Kids? Who’s having kids?” Sam asked as he walked in from the garden. Amanda had originally invited the two of you over for lunch while her kids were at school, but she mentioned that she needed help moving some stuff around in her garden, and Sam offered to help since her husband was at work. Cut to now, Sam standing behind your chair, sweat making his purple shirt cling to his muscles. Lord give me strength.

“You and Y/N. One day, hopefully.” Amanda said cheerfully, causing Sam to let out a laugh.

“Yeah, one day, but I don’t think that’ll be happening any time soon.” Sam said as he leaned on the back of your chair. Amanda scoffed, rolling her eyes and waving a dismissive hand. Sam placed a quick kiss on your forehead before getting a bottle of water and heading back outside. Amanda quirked an eyebrow at you, to which you responded to by shaking your head. This mission is so difficult but for all the wrong reasons. 

—

Another month had passed by, but at least you had figured out who your target was by now. His name was Jerry. He, his wife, and his 3 kids lived at the far end of the street. He was quiet; kept to himself. Not the kind of guy you’d be expecting to be heading up a million dollar crime ring. 

“The two of you are doing good, you just have to get enough information on him for us to arrest him. Do either of you have any ideas as to how you could do that?” Steve asked. The three of you were having your weekly debrief, trying to figure out how to solve this problem as quickly but quietly as possible.

“Well, Amanda is the head of the HOA. If there was something fishy going on, she would know, even if she doesn’t know she knows.” You suggested as you looked up at Sam. 

“Ugh, I knew you befriending the head of the HOA would come in handy!” Sam said, causing you to smile lightly. 

“What’s an HOA?” Steve asked. You chuckled, sometimes forgetting that Steve was from a different decade than you and Sam.

After a longer than necessary explanation, you and Sam ended the call with Steve, deciding to start putting your real plan into motion. You sent Amanda a quick text asking if you could come over tomorrow, to which she quickly agreed and said that the two of you could have a nice little wine night. 

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I would say that you’re actually starting to like hanging out with Amanda.” Sam teased as he laid across the couch. You rolled your eyes, flopping down into the loveseat.

“Am not! I have just realized that she is very useful for the purpose of this mission. That is all.” You defended yourself as you leaned your head over the arm rest, making your view of Sam upside down. 

“Oh really? Because you seem to be really enjoying those weekly wine meetings that you two have all the time. What do you two even talk about during them anyway?”

“First of all, we do not have weekly wine meetings. Second of all, when we do drink wine, we talk about stuff that everyone always talks about with their friends, especially things people like her talk about. Her garden, her kids, her husband and everything he’s doing wrong, you, when we’re gonna change our minds and have kids— you know, the boring stuff.” You waved your hand around as you spoke, not thinking much about what you were saying.

“She’s determined that we’ll change our minds and have kids.” Sam said as he shook his head. 

“Yeah, she is. Too bad this is just a mission, otherwise we could give her what she clearly desperately wants to happen.” You said with a chuckle. However, the lack of response afterwards caught your attention. You sat up and turned around to properly face Sam. “Sam? You okay?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m actually a little bit tired, I think I’m gonna get some sleep. Goodnight.” He said, quickly walking to the bedroom. What was that about?

—

After that things between you and Sam had been a bit…off, as some might put it. It wasn’t something that would be noticeable to anyone just passing by, but you definitely took notice of his sudden distance. And you weren’t the only one to notice.

“What’s going on between you and Sam?” Amanda asked as she came to drop off your groceries. You and Sam were hosting a “neighborhood get together”, but it was really just the final step in the two of you catching Jerry in an act of crime. Amanda had agreed to help you get all the food ready, but her being a part of the plan meant that you had to listen to whatever she believed to be wrong between you and Sam. 

“What do you mean?” You feigned ignorance as you chopped up some vegetables. Amanda scoffed as she began to get stuff together to make the rolls.

“Oh don’t bullshit me; I’ve been married for 10 years, I can smell a marital spat from a mile away. Did you two get into an argument or something?”

You sighed, weighing your options here. Continuing to insist that nothing was wrong would get you nowhere, Amanda was the most stubborn person you knew, next to Natasha. But you couldn’t tell her everything that was actually wrong, that would blow your cover and you were too close to your end goal to let that happen. What would even be your lie to get out of this? 

“It’s nothing important really, just a silly little argument. Nothing life changing.” You settled with, sending Amanda a quick smile to be more convincing. If she didn’t believe you, she didn’t let it show. The two of you worked together to get all the food ready, and luckily finished before everyone began arriving. You hadn’t really seen Sam since this morning, but tried not to think too much of it. He had taken the initiative to schmooze with the husbands of the neighborhood, hoping that they would let him into the crime circle so he could get firsthand evidence. You could only hope that everything was going well and that he hadn’t gotten found out.

Luckily your wishes came true, as you saw Sam walking towards you with a determined face. “Can we talk? Upstairs?” He asked once he got to you. His tone made it seem like something had gone wrong, so you took a quick look around to make sure no one was paying close attention to the two of you before nodding and following him upstairs. 

“What’s wrong? Did you get found out or something?” You asked worriedly. Sam didn’t say anything, just closed the door and stood there for a second. “Sam? Is something wrong?”

Sam turned around and gave you a confused look. “What? What are you talking about, why would you think something was wrong?”

You eyed him up and down before responding. “Sam, you haven’t acted this strange since you pranked Bucky by moving his stuff a little to the left every day until he found out about it. What’s wrong?”

Sam smiled fondly at the mention of messing with his best friend. “Ah, I remember that. Was scared to have my back turned for a week.” Sam was about to go on a long, detailed rant about all the pranks he’d played on Bucky, but the look on your face told him that doing so would not be a good idea. 

Deflecting his feelings had never been a skill of his. 

“Sam, if something has gone wrong, you need to tell me. Is someone suspicious of us? Do we need to move to plan b?” You asked, frantically searching Sam’s eyes for a response. Sam sighed, rubbing his hands against his face and muttering something too quick and low for you to catch. 

“Look Y/N, I’m going to tell you something and I need you to listen with no interruptions. Okay?” He asked as he grabbed your hands. You nodded, signaling for him to continue. “I’m in love with you, and I have been for a couple years now. I know I’ve been kind of distant these past couple of months, but that’s because my feelings were getting stronger and I didn’t know how to handle them— and I apologize because that shouldn’t be my excuse— but I cannot hold it in any longer because it is distracting me from the mission.” 

There was a moment of silence. Sam’s was out of nervousness and yours was because you were trying to process everything the man in front of you had just said. 

The silence was broken when you burst into tears. Sam acted quickly, pulling you into his warm arms. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think this would make you cry.” Nice going, Wilson.

“These are happy tears, dumbass.” You said through sobs and sniffles. That made Sam stop, pushing you back slightly so he could get a better look at you. Behind the fresh tear stains and red eyes, there was the person he fell in love with. “Sam, I have been in love with you for years. Bucky has been trying to get me to confess but I was always too scared to do so. Guess I really am an idiot, huh?” You said with a chuckle as you wiped away your tears. 

Sam chuckled as well, pulling you closer once again. “It seems like both of us are the idiots.”

— 

Soon after that, the mission came to an end. At the end of the day, all you had to do was catch Jerry in the act and you’d been successful in doing that. The two of you had just got done filing out mission reports and you had gone back to your room. Before you could even finish unpacking, Natasha and Bucky were storming into your room and locking the door. “Hello to you guys too?” You said in a confused tone.

“What happened between you and Sam?” Natasha asked as she grabbed—snatched, actually— you halfway unpacked bag from your hands and threw it on the floor. 

“What are you talking about?” You asked as you sat on your bed. You knew exactly what she was talking about, you just felt like enjoying a little game of cat and mouse. 

“Don’t play that game with us. The two of you were practically walking on clouds when you got back, and then y’all were practically sitting on top of each other during the debriefing. Did one of you finally confess or do I need to lock the two of you in a room again?” Bucky asked, hands on his hips. Someone’s been spending a bit too much time with Steve.

“First of all, I still owe you an ass whooping for that. And second of all,” You continued, looking between the two of them. To the untrained eye they looked like their normal selves, but you could tell that they were bursting at the seems in anticipation. “Yes, something did happen between me and Sam.” 

“Fucking finally!” They both yelled at the same time. You rolled your eyes, already expecting these reactions from them. 

“You can’t just say something like that and not explain. Spill!” Natasha said as she threw one of your pillows at you. 

“We’ve been here all of 5 minutes and the two of you are already hounding Y/N?” Sam said as he opened the door. Natasha and Bucky whipped around, making an annoyed noise.

“How’d you get in? I locked the door.” Natasha said as she crossed her arms. Sam held up the key to your room that you’d given him. 

“How did you get a key?! I’ve been begging for one for years!” Bucky asked. You shrugged, getting up to slot yourself into Sam’s side.

“Not important. What’s important now is that the two of us want to spend some time together and y’all are interrupting that. Get out.” 

Natasha and Bucky groaned playfully before shuffling their way out and muttering something about the two of you keeping it down. Once you were sure the two of them were gone, you turned around to face Sam fully. “Did you mean what you said about us spending some time together?” He asked as he smiled down at you.

“Yep. There’s this cute little cafe far enough for none of them to come bother us. Wanna head down there?” You asked sweetly. 

Sam hummed, giving you a peck on your lips before pulling you towards the door. “Wouldn’t miss it for a thing.”

[theteasetwrites]

Just One Wish

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Greene farm ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: **major warning for attempted sexual assault** (I will indicate where the scene starts and ends if you want to skip it <3) ❧ Word Count: 5.5k

❧ Requested by @lacilulu77 (hope you like it, and thanks for all the support!)

❧ Summary: Young love doesn't come to fruition, and it takes several years for two friends to reunite, during an apocalypse, no less. A chance encounter rekindles an old flame that never got the chance to burn.

❧ A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one. I love doing pre-apocalypse Daryl so we get a little bit of that, and Season 2 era Daryl which is also a treat. Also, in regards to the scene of attempted SA, I hope I handled it in an appropriate way. I've written one other scene similar to that in my series, but it's always so hard to write. Completely understand if you'd rather skip that part. Truly a horrific thing to happen to anyone that I could unfortunately see being very common in the post-apocalyptic world. Lmk what y'all think.

“Make a wish,” you said, sitting with your knees tucked into your chest atop the roof of your childhood home, Daryl Dixon, your friend since middle school, sitting alongside you.

You closed your eyes and smiled as the shooting star beamed across the night sky. One perk to living in rural Georgia, several miles away from any big city, was that there was hardly any light pollution, and everything in the night sky was so clear.

“You’re not making a wish, are you?” you asked him as you opened one eye to spy on him. He scoffed and reached into his pocket to pull out his Marlboros.

“Come on, Daryl. We never see shooting stars. Can’t you just make one wish? Look, it’s still in the sky. Just one little wish.”

He turned to face you, his cigarette wagging from his mouth as he momentarily looked down again to light it with a zippo. “Fine,” he said.

“Close your eyes.”

With an exasperated sigh, he did as you said, closing his eyes as he blew out the first puff of smoke. You waited patiently, watching his relaxed face as he wished, but soon you realized he was probably just messing with you.

“You didn’t wish for anything, did you?” you asked.

He opened his eyes and looked at you with a small half-smile, the same one he always managed to muster up just for you and these nights on the rooftop. “Didn’t say that. Maybe I did wish for somethin’. You ain’t in my head.”

You shrugged. “No, but I know when you’re messin’ with me. You’re always messin’ with me.”

He nudged your shoulder, causing you to rock back and forth a little. “Even if I did wish, can’t tell ya, else it won’t come true.”

You nodded. “That is the rule. But you know what? My wish just came true, so I can tell you what it was.”

He raised an eyebrow at your curious statement. You were always saying such strange things, but it kept him on his toes.

“I wished that I could make you smile, and you did. So you see, wishes really do come true.” You nudged his shoulder back.

He laughed as he took another puff of his smoke. “Guess so. Dunno if mine could ever come true, though.”

“Well, of course it can. Whatever it is, if you believe in it enough, it’ll happen.”

There you were again, talking like a Disney princess. You had always been like that as long as he could remember—so excited for the future and so determined that you could do anything if you set your mind to it.

But Daryl knew his wish wouldn’t come true, because he wished you would stay.

“Ya got everythin’ ready for tomorrow?” he asked.

You sighed. “Yeah, pretty much. Dad’s making us get up early in the morning, says he wants to get there as soon and as quick as possible. I’m just worried I’m gonna get there and my roommate’s going to turn out to be a psycho, ya know? I’ve heard horror stories about it. My cousin, Marilou—she got poisoned by her roommate. Put it right in her glass of water while she was sleeping. Can you believe that?”

“This the same cousin who got ‘er teeth knocked out at the watering hole?”

“Yes,” you laughed. “That’s besides the point.”

He leaned back on his forearms against the worn shingled roof. “That’s not gonna happen to ya.”

At least, he hoped. He was already anxious enough about you leaving town without having to worry about something bad happening to you.

A few moments of silence passed, and were dissipated by the feeling of you resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arm around his. He swallowed hard, still not used to you giving him such attention despite how long you’d been friends.

“Will you come and visit me?” you asked.

He looked at you and the twinkling light in your eyes. “I’ll try,” he said. “Dunno how I’m gonna get there.”

“You could take your dad’s truck.”

“That thing ain’t got a mile left in it. Better off walkin’ there.”

“Well, maybe I’ll just come back home to visit then. For the holidays, and the summer. That’ll be fun, right? We can go camping again. It’ll be good,” you assured yourself with a nod. “Like nothing changed.”

Your fingers began running up and down his arm, bare and exposed to the cool autumn air. He always wore those sleeveless shirts, even though you bought him at least two jackets to wear over them for chilly nights like this.

“You’re gonna forget about me,” he said. “Make better friends, meet other guys…”

That last part just came out of nowhere, but he thought about it a lot, how you’d go off to a nicer part of Georgia and meet fraternity boys and southern gentlemen in the making, boys your parents would’ve liked more than him, boys you would’ve liked more than him.

You raised your head from his shoulder and looked at him seriously. Even in the moonlight could you see his downcast features. You never knew him to be this sad before.

“How could you say that?” you asked. “You’re one of my best friends. I’d never forget you. And maybe I’ll make new friends, but you’ll always be one, too. I love you, Daryl Dixon.”

You knew you loved him for a long time. In your eighteen-year-old brain, you weren’t entirely sure what kind of love it was, but you were sure that you did love him. He was always there for you, and you for him. There wasn’t anything you couldn’t tell each other, and you saw that as love.

For Daryl, the feeling was mutual, but, in his eighteen-year-old brain, he knew he loved you in a way that he couldn’t quite express to you. At least, certainly not when you were about to leave. He’d loved you for years now. At first, he didn’t know what it was—pubescent lust or immature infatuation—but in recent months he had come to believe that you were the only girl he’d ever truly love.

“Daryl?” you asked, waking him from his anxious thoughts. “Earth to Daryl?”

He snuffed out his ashen cigarette and shook his head until he could fully understand you again. “I, uh… I feel the same.”

You smiled. “So you won’t forget about me?”

“Nah,” he said. “You’re pretty unforgettable.”

The night ended much like any other night you spent on the roof, with you returning to your room and Daryl walking back home through the woods that separated your houses. This night, however, was a little different, as he carried the knowledge that you loved him.

He wasn’t totally naïve. He knew that you could’ve meant many different things when you said it, but to him, that was the confirmation he needed to tell you his true feelings.

That night, as he laid sleepless in his bed, he decided he would arrive early to your house that next morning and have one last talk with you, in which he’d admit to the love he felt for you. Even if it was misguided, or juvenile, or hopeless, or just plain ridiculous, he couldn’t deny his feelings anymore. He loved you, and he at least wanted you to know that before you left.

If nothing came of it, if you rejected him and went off to school in Atlanta and never spoke to him again, he’d at least have some kind of relief. He’d be heartbroken for a while, perhaps forever, but he’d have that inkling of satisfaction.

Or at least he hoped.

There wasn’t anyone home when he reached your house around 6am. Your father wasn’t kidding around: he wanted to hit the road early, and Daryl wasn’t early enough.

Staring blankly at the empty driveway, he felt a heart wrenching sorrow that he’d never quite felt before, like he’d missed the last bus home and was forced to wander the streets alone and shrouded in darkness. Perhaps he was being dramatic, but he didn’t care anymore. He dropped to his knees in hopelessness, and tears welled up in his eyes.

What he said to you last night wasn’t enough. He hadn’t given you a proper goodbye, he thought, and the length of time in which he wouldn’t see you again already seemed unbearable. What if you had a boyfriend by that time? You’d never had one before, but college was different. That’s what people did, as far as Daryl knew. He couldn’t tell you then. It’d be wrong.

It was all wrong. And his wish didn’t come true. You couldn’t stay, and you couldn’t come back.

Your family made a sudden move shortly after you left. Daryl had heard that they wanted to be closer to you in Atlanta, so that’s where they went.

You weren’t able to visit that holiday, or that summer, and when you tried to visit after, Daryl was gone. He didn’t answer his home phone, and he wasn’t around to get the letter you wrote him. He’d been drifting around Georgia with his brother, making end’s meet and getting into trouble, as he often did when you weren’t there to distract him from Merle and his antics.

In that time, you realized you loved him in a different way than what you meant that last night you saw him. You loved him in every possible way, and you tried to find him, to at least rekindle your friendship, but he seemed to practically disappear off the face of the earth with Merle.

He didn’t forget about you, though. He thought about you often, wondering what you were doing, your whereabouts, your life… Despite his deep regret that he never told you how he felt, he hoped you were happy, above all else.

Still, for the years after that, he found himself spending more time outside at night, watching the stars and hoping to see one falling. He’d close his eyes and make a wish, just like you told him, and he’d wish that your paths would cross again, and that he’d finally have the chance to express his love to you. Sometimes, if the star seemed particularly bright, he’d wish that you shared his love, too, and that you’d finally be able to be together.

That was almost twenty years ago.

Now, the world had much bigger problems than two lovelorn teenagers.

You had much bigger problems.

“Gotta be somethin’ ‘round here,” the first man said. “Badger, deer, hell, I’ll even settle for a squirrel.”

You hunched below the brush, watching the three men trudge through the woods in front of you.

They appeared suddenly and without warning, causing you to have to hide until they left. Despite having met friendly people, you were going to risk these men turning out to be assholes.

Aside from that, you were alone. The last of your group, as far as you knew. There were some who got separated when your camp got overrun, but a lot of them were feasted on by the dead.

That was three days ago, or something like that.

One of the other men approached a nearby tree and unbuckled his pants to relieve himself, chewing tobacco all the while.

Typical Georgia rednecks, you thought.

“What I wouldn’t give for some hush-puppies right about now, or a peach pie,” he said.

“Shut up, Tucker,” the third man barked. “No use in thinkin’ ‘bout that shit no more. Ain’t no more hush-puppies and certainly ain’t no more peach pie. Come on,” he whistled. “Let’s move on. Nothin’ here.”

He seemed to be the leader, that one. As you watched them readjust their packs, you wondered if maybe you should show yourself. After all, you were alone, and no one could make it out here alone.

Then, they were men, and that was discouraging you.

Maybe it was a stereotype, but they were also clearly hillbillies, the kind you grew up around, and you knew the type.

Still, it was worth a shot. If things went awry, you’d just have to try to defend yourself. Or, more likely, run as fast you could.

“Hey,” you called out to them, rising from the brush.

They turned swiftly and held their rifles high, pointed at you. You raised your hands and dropped your knife in the process.

“Don’t shoot,” you said frantically. “I’m… I’m alone. My group was attacked.”

They slowly lowered their weapons and exchanged a look with one another. The man with the chew, Tucker, you presumed, spit his tobacco and spoke to the leader.

“Jus’ another damn woman, Ford,” he said to him. “Leave ‘er. Ain’t worth the trouble.”

“N-no,” you stuttered. “I can help. I’m not terrible at hunting. Please, I don’t wanna be out here alone. No one can make it like this.”

The leader, Ford, scanned you up and down. “Nah,” he said. “You wanna join us, little lady?”

You didn’t, but you needed some other people to watch your back until you could get out of these woods. They were the only living ones you had come across in days, and even if they looked straight out of Deliverance, you were desperate.

“Yes,” you said. “I won’t be a burden.”

(TW: attempted sexual assault)

“Nah,” Ford said. “Ya won’t… ‘cause you’ll be of use to us.” He approached you slowly, with the other men exchanging a knowing look between them. He fiddled with the belt around his waist, and glowered his dark eyes at you.

Then, you regretted ever getting involved with these guys.

You backed up, looking behind Ford to Tucker and the other man. “What’s going on here?” you asked, looking frantically between the three of them. The other two started coming closer to you, backing you up against a tree.

“Hold ‘er down,” Ford said to Tucker. “Jed, get ‘er weapons.”

Tucker grabbed you and pulled you away from the tree. He was the biggest of the three and much stronger than you. He kept your arms pinned behind you as Jed tore your other knives and your slingshot from your belt.

You squirmed and yelled profusely, trying to lure any nearby walkers, who you’d rather be bitten by than to be violated by these men. Soon, Tucker covered your mouth until it was all a mumbled mess.

“Can’t I go first this time?” Jed asked as he helped lay you down, spreading your legs with some difficulty as Ford watched on.

“That ain’t the rules,” he said as he unbuckled his belt and began to unzip his jeans. Your eyes widened and you kicked Jed’s hands away from your ankles, causing him to growl. “I always go first. That’s just how it is. We gotta have rules.”

It sickened you, of course. The fact that men like that got away with these things, even more so than they used to. This clearly wasn’t the first time they’d done this, they had a system, and you were terrified to be the latest victim.

Perhaps they even killed the others, or left them to the walkers afterwards. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to get out of this alive, but all you could think about was how you were going to get out of this, how you were going to fight them off. It was going to be difficult, and you couldn’t make out any clear way of doing so.

“Jus’ hurry up,” Jed said. “She’s squirmin’.”

Ford laughed, kneeling down over you and about ready to pull down his pants. You cried sharply, hot tears flowing over your trembling cheeks. You shook your head rapidly, screaming into Tucker’s hand all the while. “No!” you mumbled. “No! No! No!”

“Shut—”

(End TW)

The vile man’s sentence was interrupted by an arrow through his forehead.

Your tear-stained eyes widened as his limp body fell to the side. With Tucker’s hand loose over your mouth now, you bit through his fingers so hard you drew blood.

“Shit!” he cried, then flopped backwards and received an arrow to his head, too.

You sat up in confusion to turn around and look at his lifeless body. The arrow came from the other direction, so you turned back and saw another arrow pierce through Jed’s skull as he went running off.

You looked around frantically, panting and crying as you tried to locate the source of the arrows, anticipating it to also be a threat.

Wiping your tears and your running nose, you crawled over to Tucker’s body and grabbed his rifle. You planted yourself against the stump of the nearest tree and pointed the gun towards the shadowy grove of trees where the shots had come from.

“Who’s there?!” you tearfully yelled into the air. “I’ll shoot you if I have to!”

“Ain’t lookin’ for trouble,” a man’s voice called out, still not showing himself.

Great, you thought. Another redneck.

Though you couldn’t see him, you squinted your eyes to pinpoint a crossbow peeking out from behind one of the trees. Whoever he was, he was hiding behind the tree, seemingly just as wary of you as you were of him.

“Then why are you hiding?” you asked.

“Can’t trust no one these days,” he said with a scoff.

It can’t be, you thought.

The voice was familiar, gruff and yet strangely soft and raspy. It was tinged with the average accent of a Georgia native, not unlike the one you had, although yours was softer, polished by twenty or so years away from your rural home.

Though you felt like you could remember it, it was still different, much coarser and deeper.

“You all right?” he asked.

He… he sounds like him.

You swallowed hard. “Not really, if I’m being honest,” you said tearfully, choking up as you thought of the narrow escape from the assault.

“You need help?” he asked softly. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

You shut your eyes and shook your head, terrified of letting another person in. Still, the sound of his voice comforted you, its inexplicable familiarity to one that you could never forget filling you with the warmth and comfort you so desperately wanted after such a harrowing encounter with the scum of the earth.

“I guess,” you said quietly, but just enough for him to hear you.

“All right,” he said. “I’m gonna come out real slow. Don’t shoot.”

You lowered your gun just a bit. “I won’t shoot unless I have to.”

“Don’t blame you.”

With that, you saw his face gradually peek out from behind the tree, then his body as he slowly moved forwards, the crossbow lowered and pointing at the moss-covered ground.

He was filthy, raggedy, and covered in blood. Not a good sign, you thought, but at least he had a soft, sympathetic look on his face.

Then you really noticed his face.

It was dark, painted with dirt that had turned darker with sweat. A pair of deep-set blue eyes, narrowed yet gentle, glimmered amidst the grimy skin. His body was recognizable, too, of strong build and with bare, brawny arms exposed by cut-off sleeves that solidified the familiarity of the man.

With widened eyes and lips agape, you lowered the gun completely from the sheer shock of the resemblance. He seemed taken aback, too. His features softened even more and his crossbow was now dangling by his feet.

You knew it was him, it had to have been. Maybe it was some kind of cruel hallucination, but it was certainly him. He was older, of course. You were, too. He was more hardened looking, more visibly worn from age and the life he’d lived, but he was your Daryl.

Sweet, smartass, selfless Daryl Dixon.

“Daryl?” you asked the man.

His lips parted upon hearing your lips match with your voice, the one he swore he recognized, but couldn’t have been you.

Of course, it was, and life seemed to be playing its strange little games once again.

He couldn’t bring himself to say anything, and even if he could, he wouldn’t have had any words. All he could do was let his body run towards you, dropping the crossbow as you dropped your gun and raised yourself from the ground to meet him.

“Oh, my god,” you said as you tearfully embraced him. If it’d been anyone else, you couldn’t even bear to touch them after what had happened to you, but it was Daryl, and you’d dreamt of this moment for years. The moment when you’d finally be able to reconnect with him. “You’re here… You’re alive.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking in your sweet smell. It hadn’t changed. You still had the fragrance of a fresh spring morning, but maybe that was just in his head. Still, it was the sweetest thing he’d ever known, aside from your arms around him, holding him against you.

“(Y/N),” he said. His cries became muffled as he nuzzled further into you. His arms snaked around your back tightly, almost suffocating you, but it was the best you could ever feel while losing your breath.

He let you pull away ever so slightly to look at his face. He felt your fingers delicately grazing over his cheek, but he could only see them out of the corner of his eye. He was too busy getting lost in your glassy, teary eyes.

Just then, it occurred to him that you were the one who was being tormented by those men. He was already infuriated and disgusted by what they were about to do, but knowing it was you made him froth at the mouth.

“They hurt you?” he asked. His eyes scanned your body for injuries.

“No,” you said with a sniffle. “You stopped them before they did anything. I thought… I was trying to find people. I’ve been alone.”

“You’re alone?” he asked, now with his own tears welling up as he took all of you in. “You been out here by yourself?”

You wiped your tears from your cheek and felt his hands rub your back tenderly. “Just a few days. I had a group for a while, but our camp was taken over. Everyone scrambled or died. I’ve been trying to get out of these woods.”

“I got a group,” he said as he wiped a stray hair from your face. He looked at you with so much bewilderment and awe, like he was seeing something far beyond his comprehension. In truth, he couldn’t comprehend it. The only explanation for it was fate, and he didn’t believe in that. At least, before this very moment.

“We have a camp,” he continued. “On this farm, ‘bout two miles east. Got food, shelter, everything.”

You smiled softly through your tears. “Is that an invitation or are you just rubbing it in my face?” you asked.

Of course, it was the former.

He brought you to the farm immediately after, and the people in his group seemed a little on the wary side, but Daryl explained to them that you were his friend from before, that you were all alone and needed a group.

That, and he absolutely refused to send you back out there, especially considering the kind of people were lurking in the woods.

When he butted heads with the man called Shane, who reprimanded him for bringing you there and “putting them all in danger,” he all but knocked the man over for insinuating that you would hurt anyone.

Luckily for you, the rest of the group seemed amicable enough. Still, they decided upon keeping your presence on the farmland a secret from the landowner, Hershel Green, until tensions in the camp were lower.

“I hope my being here isn’t an issue,” you said to Daryl, who wrapped you up in a blanket as you sat by the fire that night. He had his own little setup away from the others. It was typical Daryl, the perpetual introvert who ate lunch by himself back in high school. Though you always joined him when your other friends weren’t teasing you for hanging out with him.

He looked at you as he tossed a few more logs into the fire before sitting himself down next to you. “It ain’t,” he said. “They’ll get used to it. Ain’t havin’ ya out there on your own. Just got you back.”

You smiled sweetly at him, though he quickly turned to face the fire in embarrassment of his statement.

“It’s been so long. We have so much to talk about,” you said. “I’ve missed you.”

The corner of his lip quirked up just a little as he faced you again. “Missed you too,” he said. “Thought… thought I’d see you again, after the night you left.”

You thought back to the last night you saw Daryl, how you promised you’d see him again, and that you would never forget him. The latter was always true, and now the former seemed to be fulfilled after years of your paths never quite crossing.

“I tried to come home,” you said. “Then my parents moved, and I didn’t have a way to come see you. Then I tried calling you… I even wrote you a letter. I don’t think you ever got them.”

“I, uh… I left. Not too long after that first year. Me and Merle… we were up to no good. Probably wouldn’t have wanted to talk ta me back then anyway.”

You scoffed. “Same old Daryl, always selling yourself short. You know, I never did forget about you.” He hoped the orange reflection of the fire distracted from the hot pink blush on his cheeks. “I never met anyone like you since. I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone like you again.”

The heat of the fire was emanating a prickly warmth that ignited his skin, and that combined with your words, just as pure and sweet as those of the girl he once spent all of his time with, provided him with the fervor to tell you what he needed to tell you during all those years of not having you.

“(Y/N),” he said, being sure to pivot his body to face yours. He was going to do this right, earnestly and with the utmost clarity. No beating around the bush, no waiting for something to take you away again, especially not in the world where everything seemed to get taken away at some point. “Do you remember what you said to me that night on the roof?”

You studied his face as if the memory was displayed there as it would be on a projector. “I think so,” you said. “I told you I’d never forget about you, that you’d always be my friend… and… and that I loved you.”

Everything changed, and yet nothing had changed. You still meant every word. Maybe now you realized that the love you felt for him was much deeper and more intimate than what you thought you felt back then, but it was always there, and always would be.

“Well,” he said before clearing his throat, “I gotta tell you somethin’. I tried tellin’ you that next morning, but I was too late.” He looked down at his knees for a moment, contemplating if this was even the right time to tell you, but he couldn’t back down now, not after hyping himself up in his head. “You don’t gotta say anythin’, or feel the same way. I know you had a real, real bad day, and maybe you don’t want me sayin’ this, but I’m afraid… I’m afraid if I don’t somethin’ will happen and I’ll never get to say it.”

“Daryl,” you said, taking his hand in both of yours and resting it on your lap, “tell me. You could say anything right now and I’d be happy just hearing your voice again.”

Deep down, you had a feeling you knew what he was going to say. At least, you hoped he would say it.

“I love you.”

Your heart stopped for a split second, and you swore you could feel the hot blood pumping through your veins. When your heartbeat returned, it pounded in your chest like never before, like your heart had just regained its ability to function properly.

“I mean, more than anythin’,” he continued. “Always have. Just wanted ya to know that. You don’t have to say anything… or do anything.”

No matter how much he wanted you, how much he wanted to hold you and to know that there was no one else you could ever love, he wanted more to make sure you were comfortable, and that you didn’t feel forced to return the sentiment, especially after what you’d gone through.

“Daryl,” you said, squeezing his hand even tighter and scooting closer to him, “I love you too. Not just… not just how I made it seem that night I told you. I really love you. Really, really.”

You’d dated people before. You thought you’d loved people before, though it was never anything like what you felt for Daryl. It just pained you for so long that you couldn’t feel that love again, the love he so obviously had for you when you looked back on your adolescence. That was the only love you ever wanted, and he was the love you were constantly searching for but could never come close to finding. The way you were, it was real. It was always real with him, even if it was never romantic.

“So, now what?” he asked, genuinely not anticipating what he was going to do if you actually admitted to feeling the same way.

What he wanted was to embrace you like he never could before, to kiss you and touch you tenderly, the way he wanted to for so long. With age the urge had only gotten stronger and more intense. With the sudden presence of you back in his life, the beautiful glow of your face that was still so much like how you once were in your youth, but was more womanly and experienced, he just needed you even more in his arms and close to him.

“Kiss me,” you said bluntly.

He looked at you dumbfounded. He didn’t expect that, not at all. “Are ya sure?” he asked with concern in his voice. “I don’t wanna rush you. I know what happened today was… scary.”

You smiled sweetly, with a mist of tears forming above your waterline. He really was your friend, your Daryl, the boy who always put you before him, who wanted you to feel comfortable above all else. “It was,” you said. “But I know you’d never hurt me, or do anything like that. And… and I need your love.”

With a deep breath, you moved closer to him until your chests were touching. The warm, rapid reverberations of his heartbeat aligned perfectly with yours as you caressed his stubbly cheek, then traced your fingers up to his hair. You admired the light, ashy brown strands that seemed so much darker since last you saw him, when he was almost blonde. It must’ve darkened with age, and it suited him well.

“Is this what you want?” you asked him, trying to take into consideration his own desires.

How was he supposed to answer that? He wanted this for more than half of his life.

“Never stopped wanting this,” he said. “Wanting you.” He placed his hands on the sides of your waist to pull you in until your torsos touched in alignment with your chests.

He jutted his neck forward, and you followed suit until the gap between your lips was closed. The first feeling of your lips against his was that of pillowy silkiness, just like he’d imagined. He wasn’t terribly experienced with kissing, having only done it a few times, but your lips slotted so perfectly into his that it didn’t matter how stiff he was at first.

Soon, however, you moved your lips against his slowly and with great tenderness, allowing him to melt into the kiss. His lips softened and he relaxed a bit to let his mouth move naturally with yours. When you opened your lips ever so slightly, he took the opportunity to tongue at the entrance, wettening your lips even more.

Every nook and cranny of your mouth that he caressed with his tongue felt like it’d been touched by angel’s wings, and you nearly tangled your tongue in his when you returned to sentiment, letting your tongue swirl in languid movements around the inside of his mouth until you seemed to lose your breath.

Pulling away incredibly slowly, you continued kissing him, bestowing loving pecks upon his reddened lips. He looked so beautifully blissful when you pulled away enough to look at him, with his eyes still closed softly and his lips parted as if frozen in time, like he wanted to stay in that moment forever.

You lowered your hand from his cheek to his chin and closed his mouth, a movement that caused his hazy eyes to open and his lips to curve into a smile. This time, both corners of his lips rose and heightened those cheekbones you loved so much.

“My wish came true again,” you said. “I made you smile.”

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OUR LITTLE SECRET.

park jisung x fem!reader

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: swearing, haechan sees reader naked for like two seconds, implications of showering with jisung, jisung’s clothes are too big for reader, implies that reader has long & dark hair, reader uses she/her pronouns

2.2k words

you were jisung’s little secret. as an idol, being in a relationship was not only risky, but hard to contain. not only did jisung worry about his own repuatation, but the most important thing to him was your happiness and your safety. and if the world knew about you, he was sure that both of those would be at risk. so he kept you to himself; not even his closest friends and fellow members knowing about you.

you didn’t mind, of course. you appreciated the way he took your feelings into consideration. you didn’t want to be famous, not one bit. you didn’t want to be known as the girl who dates an idol. jisung meant the world to you, and you didn’t want anything to get in the way of that.

so, the two of you opted for hanging out only when the fellow dreamies, who also happened to be jisung’s dormmates, weren’t home. and after your departure, he would make sure that every tiny trace of you was gone. he thought he’d been caught just recently—jaemin had found a piece of long dark hair in the laundry room and was quite puzzled. of course, jisung feigned the same amount of confusion as the other boys. and luckily, he wasn’t questioned.

or even when renjun found a tube of lipgloss in between the couch cushions when he was cleaning one day. luckily, donghyuck’s sister had visited recently before that which made a great excuse as to why there could be a tube of lipgloss in the couch. however, jisung couldn’t help but taste that same lipgloss on his lips from the day before when the dreamies weren’t home.

but he hasn’t been caught, and he hadn’t planned on getting caught any time soon. it’s been over a year since the two of you began dating, and to be honest, both of you were quite shocked at how long you’ve kept this secret. jisung promised you that one day, when ready, he’d gladly introduce you to the members; but for now, laying low was the only viable option.

you sighed at the feeling of the hot water trickling down your back, your hands running through your hair to get the suds out. the only type of wash jisung had in the shower was men’s shampoo, but the smell was absolutely heavenly so you weren’t really complaining. he had just previously gotten out, opting to let you finish washing your hair while he searched for a movie for the two of you to watch before you had to leave the dorms.

you heard the knob of the bathroom door turning, a smile immediately adorning your face at the thought of your boyfriend’s pretty face, free of any makeup and hair completley natural. you were about to greet him, until you heard a voice that definitely wasn’t jisung’s.

“jisung, we’re home a little early. jeno forgot to text you that we were on our way back,” you heard a high-pitched voice say, and you could lightly make out the shadow of a figure walking towards the sink in the bathroom. your eyes widened, a state of pure panic taking over your body.

shit, what do i do now? i can’t say anything, my voice clearly isn’t jisung’s! but if i stay silent, it’ll be weird! oh, fuck!

“dude?” the boy said after another moment, confusion laced in his voice at the lack of response. your hands flew to your forehead in frustration, holding your breath in a nervous habit. the figure walked a bit closer towards the closed shower curtain, and you could see the way he bent down and picked something up.

shit.

“bro, why are there women’s underwear on your floor? and a bra?” you heard a laugh. “i had no idea you liked to wear these types of things, jisung,” the boy teased, and you could practically feel the smugness in his tone. suddenly, you heard the voice of your lovely boyfriend. finally.

“hyuck! h-hey, what’s up?” jisung casually asked, and you could clearly hear the nervousness in his voice. you could make out his figure faintly through the curtain, his hands on his hips as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

“oh- jisung? why is the shower running if you’re not in it?” the boy questioned, a tint of suspicion in his voice.

“oh, you know. just cleaning the tub!” jisung laughed it off, and you rolled your eyes at his pathetic excuse and terrible lying skills.

“cleaning? dude, you never clean!” the boy, that you now know as hyuck, laughed. “let’s see just how good you cleaned the bathtub then,” he mocked, and the panic began to rise in you once again as you saw his figure get closer and closer to the shower curtain. and suddenly, there were fingers hooked around the ends of the curtain and a panicked jisung yelling, “no! hyung, stop!”

and before you knew it, your eyes met a pair of brown ones that had blown incredibly big at the sight of a girl in the familiar shower. the scream you let out was loud and ear-piercing as you tried your best to cover yourself, a similar noise coming from the boy you’d never met before.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” he screamed, immediately covering his eyes, running out of the bathroom as you heard his loud footsteps. you stopped the water, not knowing what else to do as you heard jisung chase after him.

“THERE’S A GIRL IN OUR SHOWER!”

suddenly, a series of voices began to reach your ears, a loud and shocked “THERE’S A GIRL IN OUR SHOWER!?” coming from another voice, but this one a bit deeper. you cringed, an overwhelming amount of regret taking over you. as fast as you could, you exited the bathroom, thanking the gods above that your boyfriend’s bedroom was only one room over. you threw on the first thing that you could find in jisung’s closet—a large shirt and a pair of sweat shorts.

after speedily getting dressed, you made your way towards the door of jisung’s bedroom. your hand hesitated on the knob, a heavy breath leaving your lips as you prepared yourself for an interesting encounter, and also to properly explain yourself; although, you weren’t really sure there was a proper way to explain all of this.

opening the door, you slowly and nervously made your way down the hall and nearing the living room, where several different voices were bickering and talking back and forth—you being the main subject.

rounding the corner, you caught sight of the five boys you had heard so much about. your body shook with nerves and your wet hair felt heavier than normal on your head and your shoulders. they hadn’t heard or seen you yet, their minds too occupied with questioning and interrogating the youngest of the group.

you lightly cleared your throat, gaining the attention of all six boys as they went completely silent. all twelve eyes were on you, wide and shocked, confusion evident in the way they looked at you. jisung silently cooed at the way you looked with his baggy clothes on your small figure, but now was not the time for that.

“who are you!?” one of them screeched, his bright orange hair swaying as he shook his head in confusion. before you could even get a word out, jisung interrupted.

“chenle! don’t talk to her like that!” he defended you. the way the five unfamiliar boys stared at you had involuntarily made you shiver, your nerves causing you to flinch away from their stares.

“guys, this is. . . uhm,” jisung cleared his throat, looking down at the ground as his cheeks went red. he scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with his five best friends, and especially you. your eyes sparkled at him, a gentle smile taking over your face at his cute antics. although, you couldn’t really blame him for acting in such ways. this was an awkward situation. “this is y/n. my girlfriend,” he blurted out, his voice going high-pitched at the end of his sentence.

“girlfriend?” another said, his eyes going wide as he stared at jisung. “since when have you had a girlfriend?” he said, his pink hair nearly covering his wide eyes.

“about a year and a half,” you responded, and they seemed shocked to hear you speak. your voice was small and nervous, but had a sweetness to it that made their hearts melt. you were so small compared to them, jisung’s clothes hanging off of your dainty figure like a dress.

“you’ve been keeping this from us for over a year!?”

“yes, renjun!” jisung responded with annoyance. “she just said that, didn’t she?”

“oh, don’t you dare talk to me like that-“ renjun started, but was cut off by the final boy, his round glasses slowly sliding down his nose as he shushed renjun.

“i’m really sorry,” you said, your eyes wide in regret as you nervously played with your fingers.

“why are you apologizing? it’s my fault i didn’t tell them,” jisung said, a look of sincerity in his eyes.

“no, no, no. it’s not your fault. i’m sorry for intruding when you guys didn’t even know i existed. it was wrong of me and i apologize. i’m the one who agreed to see jisung in secret, when i should’ve been encouraging him to be truthful with you all. i-i didn’t mean to offend any of you,” you spoke softly, and the boys couldn’t help but soften at the way you basically shriveled into a ball from nervousness.

“it’s okay,” hyuck said, noticing the way jisung looked at you with sadness in his eyes. he had never seen such a look on the younger’s face, and it almost made him feel bad for making such a scene. almost. “it’s jisung’s fault. he’s the idiot for keeping an entire person from us,” he finished.

“hey!” jisung defended, and you couldn’t help but giggle at that, covering your face to hide your blushing and embarassed cheeks. the boys smiled at you, somehow finding you quite adorable. it had only been a mere few minutes and they had barely even spoke to you, yet somehow you were already like a little sister to them. maybe it was the look in jisung’s eyes when you emerged from his bedroom, or maybe it was the way you smiled at jisung after hyuck made you laugh.

“you guys are all assholes, you know! instead of approaching the situation calmly you just automatically freaked out on me!” jisung said, huffing as he stomped his foot.

“calmly!? park jisung, i saw a naked girl in our shower. how the hell was i supposed to react calmly to that!?” hyuck said, causing you to break out into giggles once again as he shouted at your boyfriend. the boys joined along in your light laughter, all amused; except for your boyfriend, of course.

“well. . . i don’t know! also, why are you still holding those!?” jisung shouted, noticing the familiar pair of blue underwear in hyuck’s hands. your boyfriend snatched them from his friend’s grip, hiding them behind his back. you yelped in embarrassment, for they weren’t necessarily a normal pair of underwear—but rather, lack-there-of.

“yeah? why is your hair wet, too?” chenle pointed out, the boys all noticing his dripping wet locks, similar to yours. jisung’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open in shock. suddenly, his entire face was a deep shade of red and his eyes were trembling. “wh-what are you talking about? i took one before her!”

“yeah, right! your hair would’ve been dry by now! our little maknae isn’t so little anymore, huh?” the boy with the pink hair smirked, a teasing laugh escaping his lips as the boys joined along. “shut up, jaemin!”

“hey, i don’t blame you, sung! from what i saw, she’s got a nice pair of-“

“don’t you dare say it!” he yelled at hyuck. you put your face in your hands, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“our maknae can get it!” the boy with glasses said. “shut up, jeno!” jisung responded, clearly at a loss for words.

you giggled again, your mood suddenly lifting. you no longer felt weird and embarassed by the way they looked at you, but rather comfortable. they had already made you laugh quite a few times, and you had only just met them. you looked at jisung and the way he sighed in frustration, and you couldn’t help but smile at him and the way they nagged and teased the younger.

despite jisung’s protests, you could already make out the clear brother-like relationship between the boys. it was evident in the way they teased him, their remarks full of affection. weirdly enough, you enjoyed seeing so much love being put forth towards your boyfriend, no matter how much he disagreed.

for the days after that, you no longer saw jisung in secret. you started to spend a lot more time at the dorms, whether the dreamies were there or not. you even began spending nights there, up until sunrise playing games with jisung and his fellow members. you felt closer to your boyfriend than ever, and you were happy to call the five other boys your new friends.

maybe being a secret wasn’t the best option, afrerall.

all rights reserved, © euphoriclele 2021

[because-of-a-friend]

Enemies to Lovers!Jeonghan

MASTERLIST

One day I will come up with titles for my works lol. 

Hi Hannah!!!! Thanks for requesting! I loved doing this one! I went ahead and went with Jeonghan cuz I feel like he fits this trope best! Sorry you had to wait so long, this particular fic got deleted like... three times so it was a struggle lol. I hope it’s what you were looking for!

I hope this is a good one, I’m realizing I get real insecure about my writing anytime I’m not doing a bulletpoint or reaction fic, so I don’t feel great about this time. Also I only started recently putting actual detail into my kiss scenes and idk how I’m doing with those???? Like do they seem ok??? Also I feel like I make it so obvious that I am such a sucker for SVT having cute nicknames for siblings, friends, partners, etc in fics lol. Anyways...

Also, I really said: Jeonghan... but in different types of lighting

Remember I don’t own the gif! Link to OP is right there if you want to go give the creator some love!!!

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions eating, reader is using female pronouns (I will keep things gn unless you request differently), I think that’s it, pls let me know if I missed any

You’re not sure exactly how it happened. It was probably just an instance of getting off on the wrong foot, that led to more awkward interactions, giving both of you the wrong impression of each other. You knew this, you could rationalize it all. You were well aware that all it would take was one “I think we might have the wrong idea of each other” conversation and it would all be over. You could easily fix it all, but…

But his stupid smug face. The sarcastic jokes. The never-ending pranks that were not as funny as he thought they were. His ridiculous arrogance. His overall unapologetic nature towards all of it.

You couldn’t help but hate Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

“I don’t know, Wonnie…” you say uneasily over the phone. In previous years, you’d go over to the dorm without hesitation. You loved spending time with your brother and many of the other boys. But ever since you had officially met and begun interacting with Jeonghan…

“C’mon, [Y/N]! I bought that new game you were talking about! We can play it together on my gaming system!” Wonwoo began to persuade. You knew you’d give in; you always did. Your brother was far too sweet a person and far too comforting a presence to reject. The question was how long did you want to argue with him about going to the dorm.

You sighed, accepting defeat early to save time, “I’ll head over there in a bit.”

Wonwoo gives a small cry of victory, “Ok, I’ll have Gyu make extra ramen.” Wonwoo abruptly hangs up the phone right after, leaving you in silence to groan in regret of your decision.

You immediately straighten yourself out, though, trying to put yourself in a mindset of determination. What were you thinking? Just because you and that asshole didn’t get along meant you couldn’t go see your own twin brother without feeling uncomfortable? Screw that! If he wanted to keep the peace then he was going to have to start watching where he stepped around you. 

*****

You knocked loud and clear on the door of their dorm, knowing that with thirteen people living inside, it was usually too noisy for them to hear someone signal their arrival. To your relief, Seungcheol opened the door just moments after you knocked and greeted you with a warm smile followed by a hand sneaking into your hair to ruffle it, “Hey there, kiddo! How’s it hanging?”

“Just fine,” you tilt your head down slightly in his direction as you pass him to enter the dorm. “How are things here?” As soon as you ask, your ears are met with the noise of someone dropping something in the kitchen, followed by Seungkwan crying in alarm.

“Same as always, I supposed,” Seungcheol sighs, but his smile doesn’t fade. “I think Mingyu and Wonwoo are already in the computer room, if you want to go ahead and see them!”

“Ok, thanks Cheol!” you call as you both rush off in different directions, him towards the kitchen and you towards the small room that would provide you solace from the possibility of having to see Yoon Jeonghan.

You were determined not to let things go how they usually did: you with your mouth clamped shut as Jeonghan spoke whatever teasing words he had saved up for you, and the most you can do to fight back is by rolling your eyes and finding any way to get away from him.

This time, you would still avoid contact with him, but if it happened, you’d speak your mind and not care what he thought, since that’s how he treated you.

But there was no sign of him or anyone else as you walked to the computer room. You could hear Mingyu and Wonwoo yelling and cheering at the game long before you opened the door. It was pitch black inside, the piercing light of the screen making you squint your eyes.

The two men inside both turn immediately to check who offended their dark space with the soft, yellow light from the hallway.

“Oh [Y/N], you came!” Mingyu beams up at you. You nod, matching his bright expression.

“How’s the game?” you ask simply, looking up to your brother.

“We like it so far,” Wonwoo’s smile is wide, he always gets excited about new games, whether they’re good or not. He leans over to grab a can of some sort of energy drink before gulping it down. “We left some ramen for you over there on the table. Eat first, then I’ll let you have a turn.”

You roll your eyes, though Wonwoo was only mere minutes older than you, he found those moments to be enough leverage to order you around and act like you should be dependent on his care. There were times when he even referred to himself as “oppa” to you and insisted that you do the same.

Most of the time you let it slide, especially when you weren’t in the mood to argue. However, there were times when you’d pull out the “We’re the same age,” “Even if you’re older, I’m smarter,” or “Don’t boss me around when I’m more mature than you” cards at the drop of a hat.

“Can you at least turn on the LEDs while I eat?” you ask, tip-toeing in the darkness towards the table at the back end of the room. You hear a click before a soft blue glow fills the room, finally giving you a clear view of your path. You pull the bowl of ramen towards you as you sit and resist the urge to comment on how little they left you. The dorm was filled with food anyways, you could find more later if you got hungry again.

Wonwoo and Mingyu begin to eagerly tell you what they like about the game as you eat. You listen happily, feeling safe in the presence of your brother and friend.

Then of course…

“Hey you two, Cheol wanted me to remind you that we have to get up early tomorrow,” you can’t help the sour expression that comes over your face as Jeonghan enters the room to speak to Wonwoo and Mingyu. “Oh, hey there cutie, I didn’t know you were here!” His smirk makes you sick.

“Don’t call me that,” you say bitterly into the nearly empty bowl.

Wonwoo looks nervously between you and his bandmate, well aware of the dislike you have for him. He’s grateful that you’ve always kept it so civil, but still feels bothered by the unrest between you.

Jeonghan lets out a little giggle in response, and Wonwoo feels a tug in the pit of his stomach, he wishes Jeonghan wouldn’t be so hard on you sometimes. He knows his hyung doesn’t mean anything by it, but you…

You feel your heart sink as Jeonghan steps fully into the room, striding to sit across from you at the table. You can only stare in wonder at his audacity as he slides the bowl towards himself and finishes off the ramen in one bite.

“I was eating that,” you try to keep your tone measured, attempting to keep within the balance of standing up for yourself but not starting any drama that would affect the boys.

“Go make more if you’re hungry, then,” Jeonghan says casually, making your anger positively flare.

You don’t even give your brother the chance to mediate, jumping up from your place and leaving the room, wanting to be anywhere but around that prick.

*****

“You’re leaving already?” Mingyu pouts at you.

“Gyu, I’ve been here for hours,” you laugh, stretching out your fingers as they start to prick from pain of slamming into a keyboard for so long. You had returned to the computer room but only after Jeonghan left. Part of you had wished you had done more to confront him; another part was glad you didn’t start a fight and put Wonwoo in an awkward position. “Besides all of you, as well as me have to get up early tomorrow, it’s already late. I need to get back home.”

“You can stay here,” Wonwoo was quick to offer.

You shook your head at him, “Then I’ll just have to get up even earlier, I’ll go back to my place.” Wonwoo nods almost reluctantly, standing to walk you out.

All of you run into Joshua on your way to the front door, he turns out to be the only one smart enough to ask how you got there.

“Oh, I took the bus,” you say slowly, knowing this is about to cause issues.

“Well, the last one would have already stopped running by now,” Mingyu says looking at the time on his phone.

“I’ll give you a ride,” Josh offers immediately.

You bring your hands up to shake them back and forth, “No, no, I can find a way home, you all need to go to bed.”

“[Y/N],” Wonwoo speaks up immediately in that stern voice you hate but also can’t help but listen to, “let Josh take you home. It’s either that or you stay here, I won’t have you walking around alone at night.” Wonwoo waits a moment to gauge your expression. He finally nods affirmatively, before speaking directly to Joshua, “Take her home, please.”

Joshua nods before walking off to grab his keys. You and Wonwoo send Mingyu off to bed. Once you’re alone, your brother pulls you in for a tight hug. “Do you want me to say something to him?” he asks lowly.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to cause any problems with you guys.” You sit in silence for a moment. “Come and stay over with me sometime, I miss our sleepovers.”

Joshua comes back and Wonwoo pulls away, “Thanks, hyung. Please get her home safe.” For the second time that night, your hair gets ruffled before your brother disappears to go off to bed.

The ride home with Joshua is comfortable. He speaks kindly to you and makes you smile.

You begin to wonder how amongst all these angels, there exists a person like Yoon Jeonghan.

*****

Wonwoo used the new game as leverage to guilt you into coming over quite often in the following weeks. You hadn’t realized how much you had limited your time at the dorm until you started going consistently once more. It was nice being able to spend time with the boys again. You hated that Jeonghan had become such an unbearable presence that it affected your relationship with the rest of your friends.

But ever since you had started to stand your ground and talk back, he had finally begun to avoid you. You supposed it was only fun for him when you sat there and took it.

It didn’t stop the two of you from bickering when you saw each other, but now both of you preferred to avoid each other instead of Jeonghan seeking you out to tease you.

The following weeks of visiting were fairly comfortable. Whenever Jeonghan wasn’t around, you got to spend plenty of time with the other boys and your brother. Plus, the new video game was even better than expected.

Jeonghan’s presence slowly became uncomfortable in a different way.

Instead of being smug and overbearing, he became strangely quiet around you. His facial expressions became more serious as he sent genuine glares your way before letting out bitter remarks and going on his way.

It made you even angrier.

Who the hell was he to torture you all this time and then act like a kicked puppy when you finally fought back???

Your anger and his bitterness slowly escalated the tension between you two. Although they were happening less frequently, the arguments between you became more serious and almost hurtful.

Whatever, you told yourself, he could do as he pleased, you wouldn’t let it affect you anymore.

*****

You stared down at your phone screen. Why? Why did it have to be here, while you were at the dorm?

The call was only five minutes. They didn’t even do it in person. Of course, they had warned that because of hard times, there’d be lay-offs soon. But they couldn’t even do it in person? And all you got was a simple “Sorry, come collect your things on Monday”??? You were a hard worker, passionate about the job, more efficient than most of your coworkers and this is how they treated you???

A part of you could’ve guessed, many of the employees your age had gotten in because of nepotism. But you didn’t want to believe that they’d just brush off all your years of hard work just to avoid stepping on the toes of higher-ups who had relative connections hired at the company.

You squatted against the wall of the hallway, still too in shock to move.

So, you simply sat in silence, for what seemed like forever.

“You good?” you had never felt worse than the exact moment his voice reached your ears.

“Go away,” you said sternly, knowing you’d be crying soon.

“Geez, forgive me for asking,” Jeonghan responds before turning to walk away. He stops abruptly after you sniffle. “So, you’re not ok?”

“No offense, Jeonghan,” you say hating the way your voice is shaking, “but you are the last person I want to speak to right now.”

There’s a heavy silence for a long moment. You silently pray that he’ll just leave. “Do you want me to get your brother?” he asks lightly.

You shake your head, “No, I don’t want to ruin the mood. I’m going to go home, just tell him I had a stomach ache.” You push yourself up and begin to walk briskly towards the door.

To your surprise, Jeonghan reaches out to stop you. You stare at his hand wrapped around your arm and wonder if you’ve ever even allowed him to touch you before. “It’s already late, let me give you a ride.”

You pull his hand off of you, “No, thanks.” You grab your coat and start to dig around in your purse to make sure you have all of your belongings.

“[Y/N],” Jeonghan’s voice rings clear in your head despite your brain feeling fuzzy. You don’t want to look at him. Who is this person that’s showing concern and speaking kindly? You don’t like it. It feels fake. It feels like a predator playing with a wounded prey. You’re just waiting for him to laugh or make a remark or do anything to make you feel worse than you already do.

But Jeonghan simply grabs the keys laying on the front table, grabs your arm once more, and leads you out to the car.

*****

The ride is suffocatingly silent. You wished he’d at least turn on some music to cover up the sound of your crying, but you remained in the quiet. You rolled down your window and stuck your head out, letting the warm night air and sound of wind comfort you. Since you were turned away from him completely, you didn’t see Jeonghan glancing over at you throughout the drive.

You couldn’t have left that car faster when you finally pulled up to your apartment.

To your dismay, Jeonghan also gets out, apparently intent on walking you up.

“You don’t have to-” you start but abruptly stop when he gives you a look telling you an emotion you don’t quite understand.

Jeonghan finally speaks when you’re riding the elevator up to your floor, “I don’t really mean it, you know.”

“Mean what?” you say weakly, starting to feel the exhaustion from crying so much.

“When I talk to you like that… I mean when I’m… rude,” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Usually it’s just teasing, but obviously I went too far with you. And I didn’t realize it until you started showing how upsetting it was for you. I should’ve known before that, though.”

“You seemed ruder after I started talking back,” you say, confused.  

“I was just being petty and defensive. I kept telling myself things like: It’s her fault, isn’t it? She should have made it more clear from the beginning that it was upsetting her. How was I supposed to know? But that was just me being immature, I should’ve just talked to you.”

“Is that an… apology, Yoon Jeonghan?” you ask, letting yourself be a little smug.

For the first time, you get a genuine smile out of him, “Maybe.”

There’s more silence for a second.

“It’s a two-way road, though,” you say finally.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I mean, I could have also come and talked to you instead of letting things escalate,” you say. “I played some part in all of this… unpleasantness. You can’t entirely blame yourself.”

Jeonghan smiles again, reaching out to ruffle your hair the way Seungcheol always did. Then he takes a dramatic deep breath and rolls his shoulders, “There! That feels better, doesn’t it? We can finally be friends!”

You roll your eyes in a playful manner, but you feel it too, a weight has been lifted.

*****

Wonwoo showed up at your door in the middle of the night that night. You took one look at his frantic face and groaned, “I told Jeonghan I would tell you myself.”

“You should have told me immediately!” your brother pouts as he passes you to walk into your apartment.

“I didn’t want to worry you so late, especially when all of you were having a good time. I was going to tell you tomorrow,” you close the door behind him. You watch as he turns on the TV and starts picking through your pantry. “Hmmm, yes it seems quite clear that you came here out of concern for me,” you can’t help but use a sarcastic tone.

Wonwoo sends a glare your way as he grabs snacks and settles on the couch. You sit next to him, grabbing your fair share of the food. You try to keep your attention on the show, but the feeling of Wonwoo staring straight at you is distracting.

“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry,” you sigh.

“Really? Because Jeonghan described you as an emotional wreck,” your brother scoffs.

“I was just shocked and upset. I’ll be ok. I have a good resume, I can find a new job,” you insist.

“I keep telling you, you don’t have to work-”

“I don’t care how much you make,” you interrupt. “I’m not going to depend on you. It’ll just make trouble for both of us.”

“Will you at least let me help out if there’s any problems before you find a new job?” Wonwoo kicks at your leg.

“Like I would even tell you if I was having trouble,” you return his kick.

“You just can’t help but be difficult,” your brother complains quietly.

You let the sound of the show take over the room for a few minutes. “I do have good news,” you finally speak up, wanting to give your brother some peace of mind about something. “Me and Jeonghan made up. We figured it out.”

Wonwoo bolts upright with a grin on his face, “Really??? It’s really all good now?”

“100%,” you say, unable to stop yourself from pinching your brother’s cheeks, finding his excited expression cute.

“Let’s celebrate soon then! We can have a big gaming party with all of the boys!” You agree to your brother’s proposal. You feel content in this moment, knowing you’ll wake up in the morning in an uncomfortable position, immediately kick at his legs and tell him to get his stinky feet away from you.

*****

Your time at the dorm increases with the weight of you and Jeonghan’s rivalry being gone. You’re enjoying getting to know him as a friend instead of constantly walking on eggshells around him. Going to visit the boys is once again a happy and comfortable experience.

You hadn’t realized how much Jeonghan had affected you until you two had worked things out. The world felt light again and you could breathe, no longer in constant worry of possibly ruining things between your brother and his bandmates.

You hoped things would remain without complications for a long time.

*****

“Seungkwan, you should come with us!” you begged. “The carnival only comes once a year; you can’t miss it!”

“But it’s so crowded and there are screaming kids everywhere,” Seungkwan complains.

“Oh, whatever,” Soonyoung interjects. “You love it every time we go.”

Seungkwan gives Soonyoung a look that has you laughing through your mouthful of ramen. “Oh, shoot,” you say feeling liquid start to dribble down your chin. “Can I get a napkin?”

“Here’s one,” you hear Jeonghan’s voice as he enters the room. You reach out to grab the napkin as Seungkwan and Soonyoung continue bickering. But instead of handing it to you, Jeonghan extends his hand not holding the napkin towards you. His fingers come to lightly touch your chin and turn you towards him. Jeonghan wipes your face with the napkin himself, taking the time to make sure it’s really all clean. “All better,” he smiles at you, running his thumb across your chin to check its cleanliness one last time.

As Jeonghan walks away, you turn to see if Seungkwan or Soonyoung saw what had happened. They were still arguing, though. The boys showing you physical touch or affection wasn’t really all that uncommon. But for some reason, the way Jeonghan had grabbed your chin just now… Why was your heart beating so hard?

*****

You couldn’t stop yourself from dragging Wonwoo all over the carnival. It was nice to get out in this environment, the lights, the laughter, the food, the games, the rides. You wanted to do everything, but not before you looked at all there was and took in the spectacle.

You could hear all the boys laughing excitedly behind you, you knew they’d want to try everything as well. You shook your head at Seungkwan’s bright expression, you couldn’t wait to play the ‘I told you so’ card later.

The night was a blur. All of you ran from games to rides to snacks and then all over again.

You couldn’t help but stop completely in your tracks as you passed a booth with a giant stuffie of your favorite animal as a prize. Your fascination with the plushie doesn’t go unnoticed.

“You want me to win it for you?” Jeonghan’s voice is suddenly speaking right into your ear. You jump after realizing he was right behind you. You grip your cotton candy a bit tighter and shyly nod. The way Jeonghan grins at you fills you with warmth.

You watch him walk over to the booth. His light hair and pink shirt were illuminated by the soft glow of the surrounding lights. Jeonghan takes his wallet out and hands some bills to the vendor. You step up closer to stand next to him as he plays the game. He laughs as he chats back and forth with the vendor. You watch in awe as Jeonghan clears the game, no problem.

“Anything from the top shelf!” the vendor exclaims happily.

“That one please,” Jeonghan points right at the stuffie you had been staring at.

“It’ll be a wonderful memory for your girlfriend,” the vendor smiles as he hands the prize directly to you.

“Oh, I’m-”

“Of course!” Jeonghan interrupts you almost instantly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to pull you away from the game. “We’ll cherish it for a long time! Thanks for the game!” The vendor waves kindly as you two walk away. After a moment, Jeonghan pulls his arm off of you, “Sorry, sometimes it’s just easier to agree than explain, you know?” You nod in agreement. “Wait a second,” he stops you by putting his hands on your shoulders and standing in front of you. Before you can ask what’s wrong, his hand comes up towards your face as it had earlier that day. He quickly swipes his thumb across your lips before pulling to back to show you remnants of your cotton candy. “Do you always eat this messily?” he grins and then, to your surprise, puts his thumb in his mouth to clean it off.

You stand there, frozen, unable to really comprehend what just happened as Jeonghan walks away towards the other boys.

“For the second time today?” Soonyoung is suddenly standing next to you.

“So you did see what happened earlier!” you exclaimed, hitting his arm lightly. “It was weird, right?!”

“Can’t tell yet,” Soonyoung replies cocking his head to the side and putting his hands in his pocket. “Sometimes Jeonghan is just sort of naturally flirtatious. But I’m not sure about you. I figured since you two didn’t get along at first, it’d take him awhile to warm up to you at that level. He seemed to get comfortable with you quite quickly.” Soonyoung turns and shrugs at you after his words.

“You’re no help at all,” you say emotionlessly. There’s a pause before both you and Soonyoung slowly look at each other and laugh at your quip.

You decide to brush off your new concerns about Jeonghan and enjoy this night with the boys. The vendor was right, it was a good memory, and you’re sure it’d last you for your whole lifetime.

*****

You hate yourself a bit for it, but you once again seem to be avoiding Jeonghan. He had made you so nervous that day, and the way your heart pounded… You didn’t want to get sucked into having a silly crush on him if he wasn’t actually trying to flirt with you.

No, from now on, interactions with Jeonghan would be friendly but short and appropriate.

You were stupid to think he wouldn’t notice.

It wasn’t long before there came a night when Jeonghan insisted that he be the one to give you a ride home. You couldn’t help the way your nerves spiked at his determination to be the one to take you. You knew he most likely wanted to talk to you about your sudden distance from him.

The ride itself was nice, Jeonghan rolled the windows down for you, remembering that you enjoyed the warm night air of summer. You talked comfortably with one another. Jeonghan was always able to make you smile so easily.

You couldn’t stop yourself from staring at him. He was just wearing a t-shirt and sweats but… His blonde hair being illuminated in the moonlight as he ran his hands through it and his bright smile as he laughed...

He really was beautiful.

Once again, Jeonghan came with you to walk you to your door. And once again, he finally spoke up in the elevator, “You’ve been avoiding me, sweetheart.” Your heart drops to your stomach at the nickname. “Is everything ok? Did I do something to make you mad again?”

You quickly shake your head and pull your hands up to shake them as well, “No! Not at all!”

“You sure?” he insists.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you really don’t think I’d tell you if you did?” you say.

He giggles, “Yeah, that’s true. You’d let me know the moment I messed up, wouldn’t you?” The elevator dings and opens up to your floor. You and Jeonghan step out together. “Is everything else ok, then? You don’t start avoiding people for no reason.”

You nod as casually as possible, “Everything is great.” Your tone isn’t convincing and Jeonghan nudges you. “I guess, I just got… nervous? I mean one moment we were like enemies and then the next we were suddenly really… close, and-”

“I made you uncomfortable?” Jeonghan’s voice is slightly panicked.

“No, you did nothing wrong! It’s all on me, I just got caught up in my emotions and-” you stop abruptly when you realize what you were about to do.

Jeonghan nods quietly as if to say he understands, but what it is he understands, you’re not sure. “Is it ok for us to remain close, or do you want me to back off?”

“I don’t want any more distance between us, but…” you trail off.

“But, what?” he prompts you again.

“I don’t want to get the wrong idea about anything…” you say, finally reaching your door.

Jeonghan watches as you slowly unlock your door and push it open, “You haven’t gotten the wrong idea about anything.” He avoids eye contact when you look up at him.

You’re shocked by his forwardness. But once he voices his thoughts out loud, you once again feel the feeling of a weight being lifted.

Jeonghan gestures for you to step inside, catching your arm once you fully pass him. He pulls you back to him, close enough for him to lean in and leave a quick kiss on your cheek, “Night, babe, I’ll see you later.”

You stand there, completely still, staring at your door that had shut closed in front of you. You can feel heat rise from the tip of your toes all the way up to your ears. You finally let yourself fall into a squatting position, covering your face with your hands, and letting out a squeal.

*****

Jeonghan invites you to meet up outside of the dorm. It’s a cute little coffee shop at a quiet part of the city. You’re already sitting when he walks in. Maybe one day, you won’t be completely caught off guard by his beauty… but today is not that day.

His whole person is bathed in the glow of the early morning light as he approaches you, the softest, most genuine smile gracing his face.

“No, don’t get up,” he says when you try to leave your chair, “I need to go off and order anyways.” Jeonghan leans down to kiss your forehead firmly. “I just wanted to come say hi first,” he whispers, holding your face close to his.

Your first date sets a wonderful precedent to the rest of your relationship. Jeonghan gets your heart racing with flirty comments and sweet touches. But he also makes you feel calm and content, easily keeping a smile on your face. You just feel… good throughout it all.

You insist on walking him back to the dorm, since they had schedules that day.

“So, we’ll be doing this again?” Jeonghan asks hopefully, as you reach the front door.

“Definitely,” you nod enthusiastically up at him, wondering how you had ever managed to despise the man that made you feel so whole and happy.

Jeonghan looks utterly happy and a tiny bit nervous as he stares down at you. His hand reaches up to brush back your hair before settling firmly against your face. Jeonghan looks at you so fondly as he leans in. His lips connect to yours… so softly… so sweetly. You can feel his nose nudge against your face to push it into a preferred position. He pulls back slightly after every little kiss to let out laughter so sweet, it sounds like it should be coming from the mouth of an angel. But he’s never far away for long, reconnecting to you quickly every time. You let him take the lead, allowing his lips to take care of yours, giving them the sweetest kind of attention. He pulls back for a moment longer to nuzzle his nose against yours, an action that has you gripping his shirt to keep him close. His hands keep themselves entertained by running across your face or through your hair.

He’s going back in to kiss you once again when he front door of the dorm opens, leaving you caught in the act. Wonwoo stares at you two for a long moment before making a single comment that causes you and Jeonghan to laugh.

“You know, when I said I wanted you two to have a better relationship, this isn’t exactly what I meant.”

[aleyuhs]

silver ♡ lee hyunjae

warnings: mention of needles and piercings, suggestive stuff + making out! also some talk about eating pussy cause yay! no feminine petnames or pronouns are used for reader but again there is a pussy being talked about, i don't go in detail cause it's awks to me but it is talked about!

wc: 1k

a/n: this is not my fave thing i've written but i need to kick this constant thought of "hyunjae tongue piercing" out of my head before it consumes my life!! i've had this written for a while and i've been trying to fix the ending but it has remained abrupt, so i'm sorry about that >_< !! but really tho am i the only one that thinks he would look good with one...?

“and it didn’t hurt?” 

“not even a little bit, i’m not sensitive like that you know?”

alright, that might’ve been a lie. of course it’d hurt, he’d gotten a needle through his tongue just cause he thought it’d look cool. to be fair, it did, hyunjae thought he looked pretty good. not that this is anything new, since he’s always got a few compliments for himself tucked away somewhere. hyunjae is many things, and being ashamed of himself is not one of them.

in fact, the second the swelling had gone down and he was back to his normal-tongued self; able to eat and drink anything he wants, he’d finally let you come over again to see what he looked like with his new little accessory. because of course he’d told you all about it, how he knew he would look so good and all that, only to torture you by not letting you see it until he decided the time was right. you’d whined and pleaded with him, but in the end you knew what hyunjae says is what goes, especially when it’s about him. 

so it should come as no surprise that when you’d been invited over you’d been ecstatic, giggling about it on the phone with him when you noticed he could once more talk without sounding funny, like he had something stuck in his mouth. it’d been different once you’d seen it in person though, only the gods above knew what was running through your mind when he’d stuck his tongue out to let you have a good look. 

admittedly hyunjae didn’t seem like the kind of guy to get a tongue piercing, so a part of you had barely believed him when he first told you about it in a string of text messages; though it’s hard to call him a liar now that you’re looking right at the ball of silver decorating his tongue. it’s not like you’re speechless, oh no, you have a lot to say. though it’s hard to find the right words, where do you even begin? 

after a bit of mental back and forth, you’d decided that kissing him was the best way to show how you felt. this is when it all spiraled out of control, because this is when you’d realized that kissing hyunjae with a tongue piercing was even better than kissing him without one. if davinci is considered to be the greatest painter to ever have been, then hyunjae is the davinci of kissing. it was as if that little ball had enhanced him, put some magic in his body that made him kiss you like a fucking god, and after stealing kisses from him throughout a whole week, you’d realised it didn’t even depend on the situation. he’d keep it under control when the two of you were out in public, but even then there was that hint of him wanting to tease you with it. not that he had to actually tease you, just knowing that it was there was enough to drive you a little crazy. 

a week later, in the comfort of his bedroom in the apartment he shares with some of his friends; you’d begged him to go down on you with it. as much as you wish you didn’t have to use that word– “begging”, it’s the truth! who could blame you? aren’t tongue piercings supposed to add a whole other layer of sensations to oral? that’s what you’d heard, and you’d be a fool not to try it, especially now that you have one readily available. it’s not like hyunjae has never gone down on you before, if anything he does it a lot; being a real fiend for eating pussy. if you were to try and count every time he'd done it you’d be sitting there for at least an hour, losing count and having to start over at least seven times, if not more. 

safe to say, the new shiny addition to his tongue did not disappoint. you remember it so well, a bit too well, even. you’d thought your senses were messing with you– how is it fair that something so small can add so much? it’s not like you didn’t know it was there, if anything you’d been hyper aware of it, anticipating the feeling of the cold little ball pressing against you. if you were to compare the excitement you’d felt to something that anyone would understand, it’d be the excitement of opening presents on christmas day when you know you’re getting exactly what you want, but then it ends up being even better.

it’s not like you’d been expecting hyunjae to be worse at eating pussy now that he’d gotten his tongue pierced, but you also hadn’t thought it’d be this good either. but maybe you should’ve known that it would be intense, after all the times he’s gone down on you before he knew exactly how to pull that blissful feeling out of you, and it’d been filthy this time. like he was making up for, or proving something. it was the kind of endeavor that had you shaking after it was all done with; legs wobbly and thighs aching, and when you told him you probably couldn’t stand up even if he helped you it’d been said with a joking tone. but deep down? you knew damn well your legs wouldn’t even consider trying to support you in these trying times. 

and hyunjae had joined in on that, telling you all about about how easy it was to get you off now, clever glint in his eyes when he’d started talking about it during breakfast the morning after. “i thought it was easy before,” he’d said; grin showing off that fang of his that all your friends know, a real smile. when he knew he'd gotten your attention, he’d continued with his teasing, saying something about how you’d came so fast he barely had time to “show off his new stuff”, though it was all affectionate and playful. 

it’d also been playful and teasing when you’d told him he could show it off later today, but you both knew he’d jump on the offer as soon as the right moment struck. when exactly? you do not know, but hyunjae might already be planning it, the little pervert.