#the muse doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon luckily

[louisfriend-ironsulfide]

I've been reading your stories for a while and just can't get enough of them! Your talent is immaculate, no wonder I love what you write

Please take care and may your Muse never leave your side!

Ahh thank u sm !! ☺️ it’s tiny small fandom so that’s especially appreciated <3

[silverpaintedstars]

How the Son of Shadows was Cast Out--Chapter 2!! Next chapter’ll get fun. I had fun with scenes here. @bookdragon1811 and i’m not sure who else wanted to be tagged lol. 

Prologue | Chapter One | 

Chapter Two: Cade’s Caravansary

Inside was a cacophony of what could be defined as chaos--but Elliot wasn’t quite sure. He followed Reaper around inside like a lost puppy--but he felt like one. 

The shack was wooden with few windows, and a set of old stairs led upstairs. There were tables scattered with no apparent order at all throughout, and a random company occupied the chairs, snippets of conversation floating towards Elliot’s ears. 

He pulled his dripping hood over his head, wanting to melt away from all this, feeling terribly uncomfortable. Reaper, however, seemed completely comfortable here, which didn’t surprise Elliot. He seemed like the type of person who would just--fit in anywhere he wished.

Unlike Elliot.

His cloak dripped onto the rickety floor as he walked through the door with Reaper. When he carelessly let the door slam shut behind him, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and looked up at them. After a second of pure silence but the rain beating against the side of the building in the background, of being scrutinized by everyone, they were left alone again, just two more travelers to spend the night away. 

“Welcome to Cade’s Caravansary,” Reaper said to Elliot. “All permitting we can stay here until weather permits us to continue on.” He swept a look across the room. “Hopefully by tomorrow.” 

Elliot took a second to try and figure out whether that was the actual name, or simply another one that Reaper mused up, until he saw the sign posted on the wall. Long-ago scratched words on wood: Cade’s Caravansary. He didn’t know what a caravansary was, but he guessed it was here. 

Reaper walked up to the small corner desk where a man sat, boredly flipping through a large, weathered book that looked like some sort of logbook. Reaper stood in front of the man a second, before clearing his throat and getting the man to look up. 

“Reaper!” the man said, closing the book. He didn’t see Elliot yet, which was understandable, seeing as Elliot still had his sopping hood over his face and was standing behind Reaper. 

“Cade,” Reaper said, not quite matching the man’s level of hype, which Elliot got, seeing as they were tired. That could be their excuse. 

“Here for the night?” Cade asked, digging out an ink pen. 

Reaper took a second. “If there’s space available, I suppose we might as well, seeing as this storm doesn’t appear to be letting up anytime soon.”

Cade paused. “We?”

Reaper stepped aside, letting the pale light of the lantern on Cade’s desk wash over Elliot. 

“Ah,” Cade said, sweeping his oily hair over his forehead and opening the same book, running his finger over the messy writings. “We have two rooms on the third floor--small ones, but rooms nonetheless.” 

“That’s fine,” Reaper said, digging into a pocket and placing (NOT A COIN WE CAN DO BETTER) on the table. Cade scooped it up, placing it in a box with others. He then dug two wooden keys out of a drawer with tags attached and handed them to Reaper. 

“Enjoy your stay,” he said as Reaper turned and handed Elliot one of the keys. It was roughly carved, and the little worn tag read 46. 

“The rooms are upstairs,” Reaper said. Oddly enough he seemed like in some sort of hurry that Elliot didn’t understand. He only nodded, having barely said a word since arriving. As they walked across the room to the stairs in the corner, he kept his head low, avoiding eye contact with the others in the room, but as he moved his head, he locked eyes with one for a second.

A dark figure in the darkest corner, with a hood low over their face, but oddly enough, it seemed they had glowing eyes. That or they had a lantern in there. In that split second, Elliot felt a cold wash over him, like the person was reading deep into his soul. He broke the contact and dashed towards the stairs. 

The room was dark when Elliot swung the creaky door open. Reaper had gone straight into his room across the hall with barely four words and leaving Elliot alone. He couldn’t shake that strange feeling he’d gotten from that stranger downstairs. He didn’t really know what had happened, but whatever it was it had felt really--weird. 

The room was on the third floor, the highest one. Elliot crossed the room and opened the moss-eaten curtains where the dark, desolate landscape spanned across. He could see barely nothing, the shadow from the caravansary’s light going much further than the light did. He turned from the window and to the small table where a lamp and a small pile of matches were. He struck one and lit the lamp, letting the flame flicker and cast a soft glow over the room. 

Cade hadn’t been wrong, the room was small. Barely room for the single bed, an even smaller nightstand, the lamptable and an empty wooden shelf. Exhausted, he locked the door and took his damp cloak off. He ran a hand through his hair, sitting on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t really sure what to think or do. 

He could start with sleeping, but he knew that if he tried to, his brain would still lie awake. But he didn’t exactly have energy to think now. It couldn’t be that late, either, though there was no clock in the room to confirm that. A small part of him wanted to go ask Reaper questions in hope he had the answers, but he had seemed pretty tired, and Elliot didn’t want to disturb him if he was sleeping. 

So he sat there in quiet a few moments, rubbing his hands and looking around the room. Then the flicker of the lantern in a mirror caught his gaze. But he hesitated. Did he really want to see how his father had scarred him? Did he want to see his weathered, beaten self? 

The answer was yes, he wanted to see what others saw. Wanted to see what Reaper had seen that made him want to make sure he was fine. Wanted to see what others saw if they judged him. 

Gingerly he slid off the tall bed, his boots making the floor creak underneath. Crossing the room to the mirror, he didn’t look directly at it just yet--readying himself. 

Then he looked. 

A jagged scar now ran down under his left eye to his jaw, rough and healing. His eyes bore a new sort of pain and readiness that wasn’t there before--and oh, that old nervousness and scaredness was still there. But he seemed a tad more burdened now. His hair hung in damp clumps over his forehead, the reddishness more muted in the light. The peaks of his Elf ears could be seen under them. 

It wasn’t as terrible as he had been expecting--but it was, at the same time. It was different, and changes are always hard to navigate at first glimpses. But he doubted that scar would heal completely--it would always be there, a reminder of what had happened and that fatal day. It could have been yesterday--or a week ago, depending on how long he had been out. He did look more frail, but that could just be from strain. Or from not eating for a week or two. 

He shook these thoughts off and staggered back to the bed, flopping back down with a defeated sigh. It wasn’t a very comfortable bed, but it was better than cold ground. Before he really realized that he was, he had slipped into a deep sleep.

The light of dawn woke him early, lying on top of the bed in his dry-er clothes. Sun streamed through the window--the kind of filtered sunlight that comes after a storm, but sun nonetheless. Elliot groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He felt rested, which was a good thing, he supposed. Sleep was supposed to do that. He slid off the bed and shook off the few last drops of water, the rest having dried overnight. 

Elliot walked over to the window and peered out, the lamp having burnt out through the night. The same landscape he and Reaper had come though in the wet last night was now sunlit and glistened with dew, a few low-lying clouds dotting the horizon. 

He heard a soft knock at the door and started, softly walking over to the door. “Wh-who is it?” he asked, not being able to see through the wood. 

“Reaper,” he heard through the door. It sounded like him, but Elliot grabbed a stray cane that had been left by the door and slowly opened it. 

Reaper pushed it open the rest of the way, walking through and closing it behind him. “You’ll need far more training before you can properly use something like that,” he said to Elliot, who was still holding the cane.

He set it down in confusion. “T-training?”

Reaper ignored the question, locking the door. “Well, today we go on to Holden,” he said instead. He wore the black eye mask again. 

“Right,” Elliot said, his tone not really excited or ready for that. 

“There are a few things you may need to know beforehand,” Reaper continued. “Do you recall what I mentioned before with people not quite sympathizing with elves?” 

Elliot nodded, perching on the bed close to the window. 

“Well, that is how it will be there. I would doubt we could find anyone to take us in if they knew. It is like that here, but luckily no one saw anything last night. You will need to conceal your Elvish features at all times.”

“Oh.” Elliot knew he needed to add more words to that sentence but he couldn’t quite find them. They couldn’t find some other place?

“And I would avoid anything to bring you--or me--to a place like that,” Reaper continued, “but you need somewhere proper to sleep and medicine in your condition, and we could only find that in Holden. So we’ll go there for now.”

“Will-will I stay with you there?” Elliot asked. 

“I do not have a house there,” Reaper answered, “but I would not leave you alone until you have figured out what you will do and how.”

Elliot doubted he would do that but he stayed silent.

“Now, we do need food, which they will have downstairs,” Reaper said, casting a glance around Elliot’s small room. “Do you have your cloak?” 

Elliot pointed to in front of the bed where it lay in a damp and messy pile. “Er, yeah.”

Reaper frowned, picking it up and shaking it out. “It’s dry enough and you’ll need to wear it,” he said, tossing it to Elliot who scrambled to catch it. He slid it on, and while it was dry, it had that strange smell cloth tends to pick up when it dries in a pile on the floor. 

“I think that was it,” Reaper said, placing a hand on the doorknob. “We will go downstairs to get food provisions and then we will leave.” He unlocked the door and opened it, pausing before stepping out and turning back to Elliot. “Are you ready?”

No, he wasn’t. That was the answer he should have gave, but instead he responded with a very unsteady “Yes”. 

Reaper nodded. “Alright then. Off we can go.”

Elliot followed Reaper out of the room, looking back at the room he spent one night in, his first night out of Orlem, free within limits. Then he closed the door and walked behind Reaper, down the hall. 

What he didn’t see, however, was a dark, hooded figure peering out of their own door. 

Elliot and Reaper walked down the stairs in silence, Elliot slipping his hood over himself before they entered the main downstairs, remembering Reaper’s words. He didn’t really want to experience firsthand the judgment and unfriendliness that he’d mentioned. That was one hand he could deal without. 

They walked out of the cramped staircase hall into the still-dim dining hall. It wasn’t as crowded as last night, but there were still a good bit there, considering it was half hour after sunrise. Reaper payed no one there any attention, briskly walking across the room and weaving around tables to the far side of the room, by Cade’s desk, where no one sat behind it at this early hour. 

“We get food--where?” Elliot asked, confused, clumsily following Reaper around. 

“At the back,” Reaper said, walking around the desk, Elliot following. There behind the desk was a small wooden shelf nailed to the wall with a few baskets of random assorted food. Apples, breads, and other messily packaged things. 

“Now, the reason we are up so early,” Reaper said as he threw things into a bag, “is yes, for the fact that we will arrive in Holden sooner, but also so that Cade does not witness us taking his food supply.”

“W-wait, we’re stealing it?” Elliot asked, looking around nervously.

“He’s lending it to us,” Reaper said, turning back to Elliot, drawing the bag closed. “And he doesn’t yet know it.”

Elliot wasn’t really sure how he felt about this, but he was hungry so he didn’t really argue. None of the few other peoples in the room payed them any attention as they stepped out from behind the desk and towards the main doors. Reaper tossed Elliot the bag of food, who fumbled to catch it as he opened the door and they stepped out.

There was that leftover smell of dampness that comes after a rainstorm, which Elliot didn’t mind at all. The ground was still wet and soggy, and squished under their feet as they walked, past the Caravansary in silence. 

Elliot opened the bag of food and dug out a slice of bread, nibbling at it. He’d half expected it to be stale or along the lines of that, but it was actually in edible condition. There wasn’t really any conversation between the two as they walked. 

About half an hour in, they stopped to rest on the crest of a hill, looking down into the valley, where through the mist that settled down there, could be seen buildings. 

“You see it?” Reaper asked, pointing down. “That is our destination. Holden.” 

[honeymoonjin]

ten - ot7 x reader fluff

A/N: the final part to our numbers trilogy! Read the first part here - Seven, and the second part here - Eight. 1.9k. (i’m boo boo the fool and wrote this whole thing before realizing that i couldn’t call it ‘nine’ anymore oops) Life changes now that you and your seven boyfriends are parents.

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“Isn’t she beautiful?”

Beaming down at the sleeping new-born in your arms, you can’t help but agree with Hoseok. After an excruciatingly long labor and a couple of days in hospital, you had returned home and spent the next week and a half in new-parent bliss with the boys.

The past nine months had been full of trials and tribulations. Seeing the boys anywhere outside the dorm became impossible as countless emergency meetings were scheduled on whether BigHit should let the public know you were pregnant. The thought even came up that you should get a paternity test for your baby so that only the ‘real’ father would be publicly known as the dad.

You cringe thinking back to that meeting. Hoseok had gotten all quiet and scared at the thought that he might not be able to be seen with you in public if he wasn’t the father. Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi had gotten heated to the point of yelling about how that would affect the group morale, Jimin and Taehyung left, telling Sejin that they would go on strike from the group if Sejin wanted to split them apart like that. Worst of all, your gentle Koo had started crying, hand clasped over his mouth and nose as his shoulders shook, letting out upset whimpers with every sob.

The pregnancy wasn’t all emotionally strenuous meetings though. There was an abundance of joy that kept you going in seeing your boyfriends prepare to be fathers. Still, to this day, the eight of you had a parenting-specific group-chat called ‘Operation Baby’, which had started out as a way for the members to give their opinions on baby clothes and nursery furniture since they weren’t allowed to be seen shopping for items like that. Now it was mostly used to designate whose turn it was to get up when the cries started at all hours of the morning.

There were some slight disagreements over time; Jimin, who desperately wanted to buy little color-coded booties and binkies, wanted to find out the gender but Namjoon was insistent that gender wasn’t something to designate a color, and that the sex of the baby didn’t matter, that you would love it equally no matter what. Jimin reluctantly settled for buying booties in every pastel shade there was (he teared up opening the massive cardboard box that arrived in your mail one Wednesday morning). One night, while he was a bit too drunk, Jin suggested that he should be the name for the father on the birth certificate since he was the oldest. Hoseok rebutted that it should be him since he had been dating you the longest, and a scuffle had broken out on your patio. In the end, Jin had won the battle, but with the caveat that he would get no extra rights over the others. That decision was one of the hardest you had to make.

Luckily for you and the boys, it wasn’t touring season. They had just finished the final leg of their world tour when you were reaching the end of your second trimester, and then they were allowed to have a one-month complete break before returning to work. Still, Sejin and Bang PD had decided it was wise to have them working on a new album for a while, at least over the later months of the pregnancy and after giving birth. They had been gradually increasing public appearances on a smaller scale to keep the fans entertained; a new season of Run! was airing, their mobile game had been a hit as expected, and they were taking the time to feature as guests on several Korean variety shows and be interviewed over Skype for some international news outlets. Put simply, everything had gone much more smoothly than you think anyone was expecting.

“Ah, I think Jimin wants to come in,” Hobi says softly, pulling you out of your musings. You glance up to see a shadowed silhouette wiggling around behind the clouded-glass of Namjoon’s studio. The man himself, Namjoon, was fast asleep on the small couch and you didn’t think he’d be waking up anytime soon. He lay there with his legs sticking off the end, his mouth dangling open and a string of drool gathering on the fabric under his cheek. Namjoon looked totally exhausted.

You nod and Hobi and he gets up quickly to let Jimin in, shushing him the moment the door opens. Behind him, Jungkook enters silently, waving to the infant in your arms cheerily and immediately running up to start wiggling her little chubby legs and tickling her tummy as she lets out little coos. With a hushed voice, Jimin questions, “how is our little Hana doing?”

You beam down at the little girl, letting her latch onto your pinky with her tiny sausage fingers, complete with the smallest fingernails in the world. “She’s happy. We’re trying to get her used to the sounds of the equipment running.” There was always a slight buzz in the air because of how much producing equipment was in here and the other studios, and you had read once that if you got a puppy used to certain noises then it wouldn’t bother them when they grew up. Surely babies were the same, right?

Jimin sighs out dreamily, coming forward to rub your back and give the baby’s forehead a kiss. “Can I hold her?” Instinctively, Jungkook steps back to give you two room.

“Of course,” you whisper back, deftly navigating the delicate body out of your arms and into his. “Where’s Dul?”

So, there was another thing. Not that long after you started regularly going to the clinic for checkups, your nurse found two heartbeats. The boys were over the moon – all the more babies to love; you couldn’t stop thinking about how hard it would be when they eventually had to return to work. But for now, you tried not to think about that and just enjoy your sweet little twins. Taehyung, who had twins in his family’s history, thought this meant he was the biological father. But then again, the family resemblance had become a bit of an ongoing inside joke. Your little daughter had Yoongi’s gummy smile, Namjoon’s dimples, and your nose. Her brother, older by sixteen minutes, had Jungkook’s glittering eyes, Jimin’s pillowy lips, and had already started twitching his nose like Jin. Nobody could deny that the little infants looked nothing like Hobi, and while you’d all joke around about it, you could tell it hurt him.

Jimin laughs breathily, bouncing the baby until she lets out a sweet yawn, bunching her fist up by her mouth, and promptly goes to sleep in her daddy’s arms. “We really need to come up with names already. One and Two aren’t going to be cute much longer.”

You fix him with a glare. “Excuse me! I don’t see you posting any better suggestions on the Operation Baby chat.”

He tuts you with a grin. “That’s because the last few options have been Thing One and Thing Two, Bob and Linda, and pussydestroyer69 and pussydestroyer420.”

Having been quiet for a few minutes, Jungkook reflexively blurts, “pussydestroyer420 and 69 are gender neutral, okay? I thought Namjoon would appreciate it.” He turns and gives the sleeping leader a baleful look. “I can never win.”

You reach up and pat his cheeks teasingly, standing up and stretching out your sore arm joints. “Anyway, whereabouts is my little son?”

Jungkook leans into your touch, wrinkling his nose in protest to your pats. “The kitchen. Jin and Tae are telling him how to make spaghetti Bolognese.”

You laugh softly, leaving the three boys sitting and the one sleeping in Namjoon’s studio, heading down the hallway to the kitchen. As you approach, you can hear an angelic low melody hummed by Taehyung, and the animated yet matter-of-fact tone of Jin describing how to properly dice onion.

You smother a grin, rounding the corner and taking a seat at the breakfast bar. Jin had apparently heard somewhere that it was important to speak a lot around growing children to increase their exposure to language, and had taken it upon himself to narrate his entire life in the past week to the little oblivious babies. He gestured passionately with the knife and his elbows as Tae kept a safe distance, bouncing the baby softly as it lay against his chest, head tucked into Taehyung’s neck. The humming had clearly sent your son to sleep; truth be told, the slow version of Scenery had your eyelids feeling heavy too.

Once he notices your presence, Jin sighs heavily. “Finally, you’re here! Your son isn’t listening to me!”

You smile, eyes crinkling. “In his defense, that knife would be fair too heavy for him to hold.”

“Weakling,” Jin mutters.

The humming stops. “You look tired,” Taehyung notes, tipping his head at you. “You and Yoongi were on night shift last night, right?”

You make a noise of affirmation and nod once. “Hana just wouldn’t settle. I think she’s going to be the trouble one of the two.”

“That’s true. This guy seems pretty easygoing.” You let yourself get lost in the sight of Taehyung snuggling your baby boy, Tae’s hand bigger than the infant’s entire back, but then Taehyung calls your name again. “Y/n. Go to bed, baby. We’ve got this; haven’t we, Jin-hyung?”

Jin scrapes the diced onions into the pan and smiles up at you, cheeks puffing. “Dinner’s still a couple of hours away. Get some rest, jagiya.”

As much as you want to savor every moment with your family, you’re certainly relieved to finally have a good reason to lie down. You give them both a soft kiss on the lips, and your baby several smooches on his chubby cheeks and soft head, before padding down the hallway to the only other person who’s still in bed.

“Yoongi,” you whisper into the dark bedroom, curtains drawn. The lump under the blankets doesn’t move. “Are you awake?”

“Physically,” comes the gruff reply. You grin and shuck your clothes quickly, leaving just your underwear on before slipping under the covers. “Hey, baby. How are the terrible two?”

“Taehyung and Jungkook are fine,” you quip.

“Ha ha. C’mere, I wanna snuggle.” You huff a laugh at the demanding way he asks for affection, but nevertheless shuffle into his grasp, letting him wrap his arms around you, planting soft kisses on your bare shoulder.

You hum in contentment at the sensation. “Love you, Yoonie.”

“I love you more.”

You tilt your head up and scrunch your nose playfully. “I love you most.”

His eyes are narrowed at the edges as he smiles. “Fine then, you win. Now let me spoon my beautiful wife and the mother of my children.”

Your eyes fly open. “What.”

“Uh.” Yoongi stammers. “Just, uh, ignore that wife comment. Shit.” You chuckle a little and lie back against the pillows, feeling a lazy finger trace circles on your skin. Minutes later, when you’re almost asleep, you hear him murmur into the silent room, “just pretend to be surprised when Hoseok pulls out the ring, okay?”

[dangan-meme-palace]

Yandere DRV3 Girls

I shoulda posted this like a month ago I’m so sorry

Boys can be found right here

(Trigger warnings for the following: Kidnapping, Stalking, Non-con elements/mentions, Non-con drug use, Implied Torture, Physical/Emotional Abuse, Manipulation, Gas Lighting, and Implied Murder)

Kirumi Tojo

I love her don't make me do this

Fell for you when you made an effort to lighten her load 

Definitely one of the more controlling yanderes

You thought you'd have someone you could order around? Foolish.

She wants what's best for you and so she just kinda takes care of everything for you

Which sounds great!

Until you realise she thinks she knows you better than you do

Which isn’t even wrong because she has stalked you intensely

Stalking aside she's gonna try and make your life better whether you like or not

This includes forcing you to eat healthier, exercise, etc. etc. 

Probably uses the Mom Voice™

She won't take no for an answer

Tsumugi Shirogane

Oh boy. Look away children.

Okay so there's 2 ways she’ll become obsessed with you 

1: You are really optimistic and hopeful

2: You are emotionally susceptible to abuse

Yeah this is gonna get really fucked up really quick

Sorry Tsumugi fans

If Option #1 is true for you get ready to be kidnapped

She's Despair so she's obviously gonna wanna kill your hope with no remorse

Just saying, killing your hope might include making you put on humiliating cosplays and posting pictures online of you in them

She also might use those pictures as blackmail

Depends on her mood tbh

If Option #2 sounds more like you then prepare for the stereotypical controlling yandere

She'll slowly get more and more controlling with you until you start to think there's no way out

Which is true

There is no way out

She won't let you leave

But… do you really want to leave her? 

She's all you have now.

She keeps you as a pet :’)

Tenko Chabashira

Fell for you when you showed fierce enthusiasm for something you love

She finds it cute as hell and she can't help but fall for you

She's more of an obsessive than an aggressive yandere surprisingly 

How could she hurt her one true love?!?!?

Gushes about you to all her friends

Takes pictures of you doing cute things like sleeping, showering, and eating

IT'S NOT CREEPY IT'S CUTE!!!!

Will defend your honor without any hesitation 

If anyone even makes it seem like they don't want you around or don't appreciate you enough she is going off

She'll talk about every little thing that you do in a reverent tone of voice

It's like she worships you or something

Halfway through her 50th “I love them how dare you!” speech you notice something

She's talking about stuff you've never done around her, stuff you do alone

How would she know about any of that??

If you leave it alone you'll be fine but if you don't….

She won't hurt you but you're definitely not going outside anytime soon :)

Which is fine by her!

More time to spend with you! As an added bonus you're living with her now!

However, all good things must come to an end

A certain detective was determined to solve your case

And his leads all pointed to her

*thinking emoji*

She knew he was onto her

So she just… solved the problem

Permanently.

Rip Shuichi

Himiko Yumeno

She's like 8 you lolicons

Would totally lure you in with her magical loli powers

A well placed “Nyehhhh I can't reach this, can you grab it for me?” and a tired yawn here and there

Yeah, she's got manipulation down to a science

Anything to spend time with you

But it's not enough

She can't get enough of you

She wants more 

So whenever you leave her she'll follow you in secret

She hates that you have to leave in the first place

So, she uh,

Casts a spell on your lunch

Translation: she crushed up some sleeping pills and mixed the powder into your food

Luckily, she didn't give you too much

Unluckily, you're living with her now

And you're not leaving

It's all thanks to ~Maaaaaaggggiiiicc~

Angie Yonaga

“Oh my god, it's god?!?”

Nah, but she thinks Atua sent you to her as a gift

She saw you and it was like the stars fell from the heavens and became you

At least in her eyes

Immediately tries to get to know you and talk to you

She also makes a wax statue of you to put in her room

Might make a body pillow of you ngl 

Talks as if you're already together

It honestly surprises everyone when you say you're not

She's super confused

How could you not be hers?? Atua sent you to her?? You're hers??

Decides that you just don't know that you were sent to her

Silly s/o~

Definitely a kidnapper

She'll frequently ask you questions and if you answer wrong she disciplines (read: tortures) you

Conditions you to love her

God dammit Angie why must you be so fucked up

Kaede Akamatsu

Don't make me do this to her please..

Sigh

She most likely fell for you when she realized how passionate you were

Especially if it's anything to do with music

Partial to singing but it doesn't really matter as long as you put your feelings into it

She falls ass over elbows for you when she accidentally heard you practicing

She's so shy around you it's kind of painful to watch

She's normally so confident but as soon as you're around she's quiet and flustered

The thing is she doesn't really mind that feeling

In fact she wants to feel it more

So she starts hanging around you more and more and spending all of her free time with you and just staying close to you in general 

Absolutely idolizes you

Thinks everything you do is cute and adorable and oh god she loves you so much

She starts getting nasty with everyone else though; she kinda acts like her pregame self

Why would she want to spend time with them when she could spend time with someone as amazing as you??

Everything seems more irritating and boring without you around

She comes to a sudden realization one night when she was thinking about her feelings

She wants a songbird

You can't let birds out of their cages or they'll fly away from you forever

She won't lose you.

She can't.

So she steals you away in the middle of the night

She treats you like a princess as soon as you wake up

Might ask you to sing for her from time to time but won't push you

She understands that you're going to have to adjust to being her songbird

That's fine!

Or so she thought

But she's just so sick of seeing you inch away from her in fear

She's Kaedone with your shit

How dare you be so ungrateful!!

She gives you everything and you still treat her like a criminal!!

There's nothing wrong with wanting to keep you!!

Demands affection from you

Not afraid to punish you

She hates it though

She just wants you to love her so why do you keep making her hurt you?!

She doesn't want to!! She promises!!

So please!! Just love her already!!

She hates how you fake your smiles

She hates how you flinch before you wrap your arms around her

She hates that you don't love her

But she hates the thought of you leaving so much more

So every day

She keeps trying to get you to love her

And every day 

You don't

:’)

Maki Harukawa

She might be a little too good at this yandere thing….

So, she's The Ultimate Assassin, meaning she kills people all stealthy-like

So I'd say she's pretty good at stalking her prey

Not to say that you're her prey but… that's exactly what I'm saying

You can't go anywhere without feeling eyes on you

She's way too nervous to talk to you

So she tries to make up for it with kind gestures 

Like stabbing people who walk too slow in the halls

They're all scum anyways

No one could ever be as kind and caring as you

So who cares if they die

They're nothing compared to you

<3

Have you seen her in-game?? literally she's borderline yandere already

She’s super suspicious of you leaving her though

She knows that her job isn’t the most well-liked career and is terrified that you’ll find out and never want to go near her

And that just isn’t allowed

So she keeps it a secret for as long as she can

Until you eventually find out where exactly all of your friends have gone

If you’re okay with it (read: too terrified to move) you’ll most likely live through that encounter

If not… well...

She always thought you were cuter than any doll anyways <3

She even picks out a cute outfit for your corpse :’D

Miu Iruma

I live for this bitch

She's another yandere too shy to talk to you

She tries! She really does! Its It's just you make her so nervous

Y’all know how she gives Shuichi food with her hair in it? Imagine that x100

A good yandere to compare her to is actually Anna from Shimoneta

Just watch this tbh

https://youtu.be/nM6fcg6VunM

She, like Anna, has made food with little bits of her in it

Gross.

Just buy some damn chocolates you absolute madwoman

She also tries to impress you with things she invents

You’re her latest muse so it’s only fair that you get to try out her inventions firsthand

If you don’t want them she is crushed

She tries so hard, the poor thing

I imagine that if she went off the deep end it would go one of two ways

She either A: Becomes obsessed with trying to impress you. Losing sleep just so she could try and make the best possible present. This leads to her stalking you on and offline because she needs to find out your likes and dislikes. It’s normal to try and find out what someone would like as a present right? So it’s no big deal. She would also bug your house and clothes just to listen to you.

Or B: Straight up kidnaps you and locks you in her lab. Now you have no choice but to try out her inventions. Don’t worry though! She only picks out the best ones for you! She eventually is able to trick herself into thinking that you enjoy all of this and were just playing really hard to get. It’s like she can’t even hear you anymore...

[southsidewrites]

The One with the Red Sweatshirt (Sweet Pea x Reader)

PART TWO to The One with Betty and Jughead’s Wedding

Summary: Betty’s revealed that she’s not pregnant, and now, in the middle of the wedding, Toni realizes that the pregnancy test belonged to you.  Now, you need to tell the father.

Word Count: 5649

Request: From anon: “ Do you know the friends episode, after Rachel finds out she’s pregnant, and the gang tried to find out who the father is bc Rachel won’t tell them?? Could you do that with the reader and Sweet Pea??“

Author’s Note: Another Friends imagine, and my first two-parter!  This is definitely a follow-up to The One with Betty and Jughead’s Wedding, but if you’re familiar enough with the show, you probably don’t need to have read it.  This is also one of the longest things I’ve posted, so buckle up.  It’s also a bit more angsty than I’m used to, but I promise it has a happy ending.  Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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Jughead’s eyes shot open. “Wait, if you’re not pregnant, then what were Toni and Y/N talking about?” he demanded, looking over Betty’s shoulder at us.  His face was a blend of confusion and anger. “Why were you guys saying Betty was pregnant?”

At that, Betty shot around, and the whole room went quiet.  It may not have been a big wedding, but at that moment, it felt like there were a thousand eyes fixed on scene unfolding.  Your breath was caught in your throat. Luckily, Toni sprang into action.

“It was me,” Toni said, her voice hurried and low. “We found a pregnancy test in Betty’s bathroom, but it was mine.  I panicked and tried to hide it.”

Thankfully, Toni’s voice was low enough that only those in front of the church could hear.  Across the aisle from you and Toni, the groomsmen were reacting in equally dramatic ways.  While Sweet Pea looked like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to laugh, cry, or scream, poor Archie just looked like would rather be anywhere but there.  You still couldn’t speak.  Your jaw had dropped in what surely looked like surprise, but Toni knew the truth.  You weren’t surprised that she was pregnant—you were surprised by the length she was going to in order to cover for you.

Fangs had managed to snap his mouth shut and was frantically looking at the crowd.  While they had heard bits and pieces of the conversation, no one really knew what was going on, and they were getting restless.

“Okay, well, wow.  Shit, we need to talk about this later, but right now, we need to get this wedding on the road,” Fangs managed.  He looked back at Jughead and Betty who seemed completely shaken by the new revelations. “Are you guys ready?”

“I suppose,” Betty said with a weak chuckle.

“The faster we get this over with, the better,” Jughead agreed.

“Excellent.” Fangs reached down to his waist and clicked on the mic that he had mercifully remembered to silence.  “Sorry for the slight disruption everyone.  Thank you for coming today, and…”

His words faded as your head spun.  As if hadn’t been hard enough keeping it a secret, now Toni knew, and soon, everyone would.  It’s not like she could keep the ruse going indefinitely—it would be your stomach that would start to grow, after all.  Not that you would ever ask her to do something like that.  Hell, you never would have even asked for her to cover now—she just did when you found yourself incapable of basic human speech.  

As the ceremony went on in front of you, you thought about how deep of a hole you had buried yourself in, wondered if it would be possible to crawl your way out.  More than that, though, you thought about the father—the brief, secret time you had shared. It had been a fling born out of too much alcohol and fueled by a friendship that went so much deeper than some easy sex.  You had been the one to cut it off when you saw how fast things were moving—how much he desperately wanted to tell everyone.  It had been one of the hardest decisions of your life, and now, here you were, faced with a decision infinitely harder.

The ceremony flew by, and before you knew it, Toni was dragging you to the bathroom, shoving away questions by angrily muttering about periods.  When you were locked in the family restroom, she just stared.

“Really, Y/N?  How the hell could you lie to me about this?”

You swallowed hard, trying to work up the courage to meet her heated gaze. “I mean, it’s worth mentioning that I didn’t outright lie so much as not correct you when you made an incorrect assumption.”

“Are you kidding me?” she nearly shouted.  Then, her voice dropped to a low whisper. “I faked a pregnancy for you. I haven’t even been with a man in close to a year—how do you plan to keep this a secret?”

“I don’t,” you sighed, sitting on the closed toilet seat and resting your head in your hands. “I can’t, not forever anyway.  I just—” your voice cracked, and a few small tears leaked out. “I guess I just wasn’t ready to admit it, not even to myself.  C’mon, T., I’m not ready to be a mother.”

Her voice took on a softer note, and she crouched down in front of the toilet to look at you. “Y/N, girl, who’s the father?”

You shook your head, crying for real now. “No, no way.  I haven’t even told him yet, so there’s no way I’m telling anyone else.”

She nodded slowly. “Okay, that’s fine.  We do need to get you cleaned up now, though.  I did just admit I was pregnant and that I blamed it on Betty, so I imagine everyone’s going to have questions and maybe a few choice words.”

“You’re right.” You let out a heavy sigh and grabbed a handful of paper towel to mop your face off. “Can you keep the ruse for a little longer?  Just a few days while I figure out how to tell the father.”

She pressed her lips into a tight line then nodded. “Fine, but I’m telling Betty the truth.”

“No need.  I will when we get a minute.”

“Okay.” She pulled you off the toilet and into her arms. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N, really.  We’re all here for you—me, Betty and Jughead, Fangs, and even Pea.”

You almost choked as you nodded into her shoulder. “I know.  Thanks, T.”

“Anytime, girl.” She smiled. “Now, let’s go face the everyone.”

~

“I just can’t believe it,” Betty mused.  Dinner had just finished, and the two of you were sitting the head table alone, everyone else having gone off to either dance or get more drinks. “How could Toni be pregnant?  Not to mention lie about it.  I mean, it’s 2018, for god’s sake—there are ways to prevent that.”

Her words cut to the core, and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from snapping.  “Well, yeah, but accidents still happen.  You can do everything right, and sometimes things still go wrong.”

She gave you a confused look, but then a waiter came by handing out champagne. Betty took one, gratefully downing nearly half of it before she looked up to see you swishing yours thoughtfully around the glass.  It was only a few seconds before her eyes widened in recognition—you were never one to pass up a free drink, especially on such a stressful day.

“Y/N,” she breathed, her voice dropping to a pitch so low you almost couldn’t hear it. “It wasn’t Toni’s pregnancy test in the trash, was it?”

You let out a shaky breath—in the past few years, Betty had become one of your best friends, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lie to her.  Slowly, you shook your head.

“Holy shit.” Her blue eyes were wide with shock. “Who’s—”

“I’m not telling,” you said firmly, not letting her finish the question. “He doesn’t know yet, and I’m not telling everyone else first.”

Your tone had her thinking twice about asking anything else.  Before she could break the now-awkward silence, though, Toni sat down.  Immediately sensing the tension, she gave you both a look.

“Did you—”

You nodded curtly, taking a sip of your water. “Yeah, I did.”

“Good, now we can get on to the important business.”

“What’s that?” Betty asked, perking up immediately.

“A second pregnancy test of course.” She gave you a pointed look. “I’m assuming you did just take the one, right?”

“Yeah, but what good will more do?” You were still looking longingly at the glass of champagne in front of you.  If there was any time you would kill for a drink, it was now.

“No, no, that makes sense,” Betty agreed, nodding vigorously and moving the offending alcohol across the table. “It may be a false positive—they happen sometimes.  Polly said she did like four tests just to be sure when she suspected she was pregnant with the twins.”

“And I’m already prepared,” Toni said, gesturing down at her overstuffed purse as an explanation for her disappearance. “So, Y/N, what do you say?”

You looked down at her purse, your gut clenching and unclenching at the prospect.  No matter what the answer was, you had a feeling you wouldn’t be happy. “Yeah, I’ll give it a try. Better safe than sorry, right?”

“Exactly.” Toni placed her hand reassuringly over yours. “Seriously, Y/N, everything’s going to be okay.  I promise.”

You nodded deliberately, even though you were completely sure that was a promise she’d never be able to keep.

~

You were pacing, unable to sit down as you waited for the test to process.  Finally, the timer on your phone beeped, and you froze, your legs turning into blocks of ice.  “I can’t do it.  I can’t look.”

“I got it.” Toni crossed the bathroom and plucked the test off the sink. Slowly, she looked down at the little screen.  Then, she looked up at you, her face perfectly unreadable. “Y/N, it’s negative.”

In an instant, your heart dropped into your stomach, and you felt like you needed to puke all over again.  “Negative,” you breathed. “Like, as in I’m not pregnant.” You could feel your eyes starting to water, and your heart was racing like it wanted to beat its way out of your chest. “How can I be not pregnant?” You lowered yourself to the floor, resting back against the cool tile wall. “I felt it—I knew it—I—I—”

“But, Y/N, I thought you didn’t want to be a mom,” Betty said softly, collecting her massive skirt and crouching down next to you. “You said you weren’t ready.”

“I wasn’t,” you replied, “but I guess it was growing on me, the idea of—” your breath caught, and you started to cry again.

“Shit, Y/N,” Toni breathed, walking over to you.  Her lips had curved into a slight smile. “Good thing I was lying.”

“What?” you demanded, looking up with a start. “You lied?”

She nodded, holding out the plastic stick. “To see how you would react—to test how you really felt about the whole thing.”

You clutched the plastic stick—the small plus sign made the heaviness in your chest lift immediately. “Oh my god.  That’s a risky fucking test, Toni,” you laughed.  Your voice was still heavy with tears, but you managed a weak smile. “But wow.  I’m pregnant.”

“Yeah, you are.” She smiled and squeezed your hand gently. “Congratulations, Y/N, you’re going to be a mom.”

Betty’s smile widened, and she flopped onto the bathroom floor with you to hug you. “I know this is all so overwhelming, Y/N, but I’m so happy for you. You’re going to be a great mom.”

Lightly, you rested your hand on your stomach.  There was no sign of anything, really.  And you weren’t even sure you could tell, or if it was all just in your head.  Either way, you knew that your baby was in there. “Shit,” you breathed. “When you grow up, kid, there’s going to be a hell of a story for you.”

Betty and Toni laughed, and you joined in surprising yourself with how okay you felt.

“So I suppose I should get back to my wedding now,” Betty laughed, pulling you to your feet with her.

“S’pose so.” You grinned, pulling them both into a hug. “Thanks, you guys.”

“Of course, Y/N,” Toni replied. “Best friends forever, remember?”

You laughed, wiping away the remains of tears from your eyes. “Best friends forever.”

~

“May I have this dance?”

There was a hand with a tattooed thumb held out in front of you.  Your lips curving into a small smile, you looked up to see the face of one of your oldest friends looking down at you. “Sure, Pea.”

He grinned and took your hand to pull you off the chair. “Good.  You’ve been entirely too boring tonight.”

Laughing, you allowed him to pull you onto the dance floor.  The night had flown by, and it was nearly time to send the happy couple off.  In the meantime, you hadn’t stopped thinking about how you would tell a man that his life was about to change forever.

“C’mon, Pea,” you replied, wrapping his arms around your neck to dance. “Between Betty and Jughead and Toni, there was no more room for excitement.”

“True enough.” He hummed along to the slow, romantic song as he led you around the floor.  Then, he looked down pensively at you. “Is everything okay, Y/N?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms more tightly around him and breathing in his painfully familiar scent. “’Course it is.  Just a long night, that’s all.”

He wasn’t convinced. “Are you sure?  You know you can tell me anything, right?  I don’t care what did and didn’t happen between us—I’m still always here for you.”

Biting your lip nearly hard enough to draw blood, you nodded. “I know.”

“So never be afraid to tell me.” The song came to a close, and it was time to send Betty and Jughead off. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good.” Glancing around he placed a light kiss on your forehead. “Love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too, Pea.” Every part of you hurt as you drew apart.  You could feel the heat left behind by his lips on your forehead, and you ached to tell him the truth.  You couldn’t, though.  Not tonight.  Not when you had already broken his heart once before.  What would this mean for you?  For him?  You didn’t break up because you didn’t love each other.  It was the opposite, really.  You loved him way too much, and now, you had to break the news to him that he was going to be a father.

~

“I just don’t know how you’re going to do it, Toni,” Fangs said, shaking his head regretfully. “Being a single mom is just so hard—I watched my mom do it for so many years, and while I know she loved us and did the best she could, it was just so much work.  She never really got to have a life, to live out her dreams, to do anything but take care of us really.”

“I’ll be fine, Fangs, really,” Toni said, shooting you annoyed glances. “I’m a strong, independent, badass woman who knows what she wants and works hard to get it, and I will be an amazing mother.”

You knew she was talking more to you than to him, but it didn’t ease the ache in your gut. The three of you were sitting in your apartment, still reeling from the events of the previous evening.  You had a pounding headache, and you were almost certain you were nauseous.  It was like finally admitting your pregnancy gave you morning sickness.

“Well, I still don’t think you should have to go through that,” Fangs asserted.  He got up from his usual chair and started to pace. “And why won’t you tell us who the father is?”

“I told you, Fangs,” she repeated. “He’s nobody, a one-night stand.”

Fangs had a steely look on his face, but then he softened, dropping to his knees in front of Toni’s chair. “I’m not letting you do this alone, Toni. No one should have to do this alone, especially when the guy is some deadbeat douchebag who doesn’t deserve his kids anyway.” He took a deep breath and took her hand in his. “Antoinette Marie Topaz, will you marry me?”

Her mouth gaped open, and then snapped shut. “Yes!” she sputtered. “Yes, sure, I’ll marry you.”

He grinned. “I don’t have a ring right now, but I’ll get you one.  I’ll be here for you, Toni, no matter what.”

Your jaw had dropped, and you were looking back and forth between your two friends.  It was too much for you, though.  Between the lying, the secrets, and now Fangs’s unparalleled dedication to his friends, you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need to go,” you blurted, already out of your chair and out the door.

Toni and Fangs were left gaping in confusion.  Toni knew why, but Fangs was dumbfounded.  “What’s that about?”

Before Toni could answer, Betty was rushing through the door, completely disregarding the fact it was shut. “Where’s Y/N going?  She looked distraught.”

“Cooper-Jones!” Fangs greeted. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Betty rolled her eyes, setting her purse down on the table. “I was on my way home, and I saw Y/N storming out.  I was worried.”

“We desperately need some distance from this friend group,” Toni sighed, leaning back into the couch. “Remind me why we live across the hall from you guys again?”

Betty gave her friend a pointed look. “For real, though?  What happened?  Is everything okay?  Is the baby—” She cut off, realizing her mistake and giving Fangs a deer-in-the-headlights look that revealed more than her words ever could.

Fangs’s jaw dropped almost comically, and he finally got up off the ground in front of Toni. “Wait?  Is Y/N pregnant too?  Well shit, I can’t marry both of you—unless, of course, we move to Utah and become polygamists, but that would be hard because—”

“No, dumbass!” Toni said, standing up to smack him across the head. “She’s the only one who’s pregnant.”

“And you let me propose?” he demanded, throwing his hands in the air. “What kind of friend does that?  I was ready to marry you!”

Toni rolled her eyes. “And I never would have let it get that far—I panicked, okay?”

“Not okay!  Not okay at all!  How can Y/N be pregnant?  Who’s the father?” Fangs was pacing now. “Because I can still marry her is he’s as much of a douchebag as Toni’s made-up one-night stand.”

“She won’t tell,” Betty sighed, ignoring Fangs’s weird marriage comments like they were absolutely nothing new. “Not until she tells the mystery man at least.”

“Mystery man…” Fangs mused, “Wait, I know who the father is!” Without another word, he darted into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Betty’s eyebrows pressed together in frustration. “Was there supposed to be more to that?  Like, a name, maybe?”

“Fuck if I know,” Toni replied, walking to the fridge to pull out a beer. “I still stand by it, though.  We all need some space.  I vote we kick Fangs out to live with Pea, and Y/N and I get our own place in a different building somewhere reasonably far from Manhattan.”

Before Betty could reply, Fangs stormed back out, something red in his hands. “I know who the father is!”

“You’ve mentioned,” Betty drawled, “care to share your findings in a way that makes sense to the rest of us?”

“Well, see that’s the thing.  I don’t know who he is—I just know that this is his sweatshirt.” Fangs spread the sweatshirt out on the kitchen table. It was a New York Red Bulls Soccer hoodie, something that literally anyone in New York might own.

Betty’s jaw had dropped, though, and she was shaking her head in awe. “I know who that belongs to.”

“No way,” Toni said. “It’s just a Red Bulls sweatshirt—it could be anybody’s.”

“But it’s not,” Betty asserted. “Trust me, I know who the father is.”

~

“Wait, what?” you demanded into your phone. “You want me to meet you at the coffee shop?  Why?”  

“Just because,” Betty insisted. “Would I do this if it weren’t important?”

“I don’t know—maybe.”

“Just get over here, Y/N.  Seeing as I’m almost positive you’re just wandering around Battery Park being mopey, it’s really the best thing for you.”

With a muted groan, you looked up at the blurry image of the Statue of Liberty in the distance.  You didn’t want her to know she was right. “Fine.  I need to catch the subway, but I’ll be there soon.”

“Good.  See you then.”

“See you then.” You hung up the phone and slid it into your pocket. These mopey walks through Battery Park had been a recent development, so you were impressed that Betty had picked up on it so quickly.  Sighing, you sat down on a bench, trying not to let the memories of the place overtake you—it had been the location of yours and Sweet Pea’s first date, after all. “How the fuck did I mess this up so badly, baby?” you muttered, rubbing a hand lightly over your stomach. “I really hope this is a funny story for you one day.”

Before you could drift deeper into memories, your phone buzzed aggressively. Betty was texting you again, demanding that you hurry up.  Not wanting to keep her waiting, you hauled yourself to your feet and set off for the subway.

~

When you walked up to your favorite coffee shop, you were immediately greeted outside the front door by an energetic-looking Betty. “Jeez, Y/N, took you long enough.”

“What’s going on, Betts?  You’re being super weird.”

She took a deep breath. “We know who the father is.”

Your mouth gaped open, and you started shaking your head. “No way—how did you find out?”

“Fangs found a sweatshirt that he left behind, and I recognized it right away. I mean, the guy wears it all the time.”

Your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest.  A sweatshirt?  They found him from a goddamn sweatshirt? “So you know.” Your voice was low and heavy.

“And I know you may not want to deal with it now, but you need to, Y/N. You need to deal with it.” She bit her lip, starting to look nervous. “So, I brought him here.”

“You brought him here?” you demanded. “What the actual fuck, Betty?”

“Y/N, you need to face this.” Her jaw was set sternly. “You can’t leave him hanging on this forever.”

You weren’t about to admit that she was right. “Fine,” you huffed, steeling yourself for the upcoming conversation. “I’ll talk to him, today.”

“Good.” Her smile returned, and she pulled you in close for a quick hug. “I’m proud of you, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, girl gets pregnant, keeps it a secret, weaves a web of lies, and lets other people take the fall, what a person to be proud of.”

“You’ve got this,” she encouraged, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the coffee shop.  The warm, familiar smell of coffee overcame you, and you felt more at ease than you did just a minute earlier.  Maybe you did have this—he was one of your best friends, after all.  How hard could it—

“Reggie Mantle?”

“Hey, Y/N.” His smile was charming as he stood up to greet you with a casual hug. “It’s so good to see you—you look great.”

Your jaw had fallen open, and you looked back at Betty with shock. “Mantle? You think it was Reggie Mantle?”

Her eyes widened, and she pulled the sweatshirt out of her bag, frantically holding it up for our inspection.  “But, I—the sweatshirt, it’s—”

“This one?” Reggie asked, unzipping his coat with confusion to reveal a matching red sweatshirt. “What about it?”

“I have fucked up,” Betty said plainly. “And I am sorry.” Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the coffee shop leaving you and Reggie confused in her wake.

“So, um, what’s this about?” he asked.

You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to ward off what was sure to be a brutal headache. “Betty made a mistake.”

“Well, then.” He grinned again, running his hand through his already perfectly-styled hair. “It’s been too long, Y/N, how do you feel about getting dinner sometime, maybe—”

You held up a hand to silence him. “Reggie, I’m pregnant, and it’s not yours.”

Slowly, he nodded. “That’s definitely not how this conversation has gone for me in the past.” He chuckled slightly. “Congratulations, Y/N.”

“Yeah, that.” A deep tiredness overcame you, and you wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl into bed.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“See you later, Reggie.”

~

“You idiots,” you fumed, storming into the apartment. “What the hell was that all about?”

“I really am sorry, Y/N,” Betty pleaded. “It’s just that you were dating him for a while, and he did have the sweatshirt in my defense and all—”

“And you.” You rounded on Fangs, cutting Betty off. “Why on earth would you keep a sweatshirt that some guy I slept with left behind?  Who does that?”

He raised his hands in surrender. “It’s a good sweatshirt, Y/N.  I would have worn it if it wasn’t so damn big on me.”

You groaned loudly, rolling your eyes. “This is just too much.  I’m taking a nap, and I don’t want anyone to bother me unless the apartment building is literally burning down.”  Without waiting for a response, you hurried into your room, flopping on the bed and burying your head in the pillow in one motion.

~

As Y/N’s door slammed, there was a knock on the front door.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Toni groaned. “Who now?” She hauled herself off the couch and to the door where she opened it to reveal Sweet Pea.  While she gaped, he strolled in, unconcerned with whatever had been going on before he entered.

“Is Y/N here?” he asked, looking around. “Jughead and I were cleaning up at the venue today, and we found this.” He held up a wallet that Toni recognized immediately as her roommate’s.  She must have been too stressed by the pregnancy to even notice it was missing.

“She’s—”

Betty cut off Fangs with a slap to his mouth. “She’s out.”

Sweet Pea nodded, setting the wallet on the counter. “Well, make sure she gets it.  I have to get to work.”

“Sure thing,” Toni answered brusquely.

Just as he was about to leave, Sweet Pea saw the sweatshirt still sitting on the coffee table. “Oh man, I’ve been looking for that forever.” He grabbed it off the table and tossed it over his shoulder. “Must have left it here sometime. See you guys later.”

“See you later, man,” Fangs replied, still oblivious to what ha just happened.  As soon as the door shut, Toni and Betty burst out in a flurry of chattery shrieks. “Wait, what—” His eyes widened, and he looked between the front door and Y/N’s bedroom door. “Holy mother of shit, Sweet Pea’s the father!”

~

As Sweet Pea left work that night, his phone was lit up with five text messages.  All of them were from Y/N.

Sweets, are you working tonight?

Shit, you must be.  Sorry.

What time do you get off?

Are you doing anything after?

We need to talk.

As he read, his heart sank deeper and deeper into his stomach.  Talk?  What could she possibly want to talk about?  It had been nearly two months since they’d broken up, and it still hurt every damn time he saw her.  Whatever it was, though, he had to be there for her—he’d promised.  On that day she’d broken up with him for no good reason at all, he’d promised he’d always be there for her.  Dating or not, she was one of his oldest friends, one of his best friends, and he couldn’t bear the thought of letting her down.

Sighing, he opened her contact and hit Reply.

On my way.

~

There was a knock on your door, and you grunted in response.  Sweet Pea was still at work, so it had to be one of your roommates.

“Hey, Y/N, can we talk?” Fangs asked, his voice soft.

You rolled over, surprised by his gentle tone.  Normally, Fangs was the one who kept everything light, the one who made everything feel better.  At that moment, though, you weren’t so sure. “What’s up?”

He sat down at the foot of the bed and ran his hand through his messy hair. “We know it’s Sweet Pea.”

Your heart dropped, and you felt your eyes start to water.  Your voice barely came out above a whisper. “Does he know?”

“No, of course not,” Fangs said, shaking his head.  He crawled up the bed to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around you to let you rest your head on his shoulder.  If Sweet Pea had been your oldest friend, Fangs was a close second. “I would never tell him.”

“Thank you,” you murmured, breathing in his familiar scent. “What am I going to do, Fangs?”

“What can you do?  You have to tell him.”

“Of course I’ll tell him—what kind of person would I be to keep that a secret?”

“I know, I know,” Fangs soothed, running his hand gently through your hair. “He’s not going to freak out, Y/N.  I mean, the guy’s in love with you.”

You shot upwards. “How do you know that?”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Did you really think my two best friends could date without me knowing?  Let’s be real, Y/N.  I knew. I think we all knew—except maybe Jughead, dude’s a little oblivious when it comes to anything but Betty.”

Your lips curved into a smirk. “But you didn’t know who the sweatshirt belonged to?”

He groaned. “I’m an absolute moron, I know.  We all have our moments.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled him in close for a hug. “Thanks, Fangs. This means a lot to me.”

“Good.  And remember, he may be my best friend, but I will kick the shit out of him if he hurts you.” He smirked. “And my offer of marriage still stands.”

You laughed harder, resting your head on his shoulder. “Fangs, I would not mind being married to you at all, but I think I need to work out my shit with Pea first.”

“Oh yeah, for sure.” He smiled, that charming, comforting grin. “Good luck, Y/N.”

“Thanks, Fangs.”

~

The next time there was a knock on the door, you were ready.  You had washed your face, pulled your hair into a bun, and did everything you could to clear your head.  Of course, that was impossible, but you did your best.  When you heard the knock, your nerves skyrocketed. It’s only Sweet Pea, you said to yourself. It’s only Sweet Pea.

“Come in.”

Sweet Pea walked in—he was still in his fitted black button-down and slacks from work.  He managed an impressively popular bar, and it was quickly turning into the place to be in Manhattan.  It was a wonder he was off work this early at all, but you weren’t about to question it.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” he asked, sitting down at the foot of the bed. “Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, barely able to look at him.  You could swear you felt the beginnings of a little life in your stomach, and it only made you more nauseous. “I just don’t know.”

He sensed the depth of your stress immediately and scooted closer, taking you in his arms. “You can talk to me, Y/N.  What is it?”

“I’m pregnant, Pea,” you said, your eyes heavy with tears. “And it’s yours.”

His eyes widened, and you could feel his heart starting to race. “Wait, what? What about—Toni—and—” he stuttered. “I—um—how—we used a condom.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Pea, they’re only like 97% effective.”

He stood up in rush.  “What? Why the hell don’t they say that on the box?”

“They do,” you commented.  Somehow, his misplaced panic had the effect of calming you down. “Like, on the front in big letters.”

He threw his hands in the air and turned back to face you. “So.” His voice had dropped back down to an almost inaudible level. “We’re going to be parents.”

You nodded as he dropped to his knees in front of you, putting you closer to eye level. “Y/N, I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved before.  This may be absolutely insane, and you may not even want this, but I want to be here for you.  Not just the baby—you.  If you’ll have me, I’ll stick with you through whatever comes.”

“Pea.” You cupped his cheeks and pulled him to his feet with you. “This is a huge commitment—a baby’s for life, and I’m stuck with it, but you don’t have to be”

“Y/N, I’m not sure you’re getting this.  My love for you is for life.  I don’t give a damn how scared we were, how much shit our friends will give us.  I love you, Y/N, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”  His deep brown eyes seemed to be looking straight through you, through every wall you had ever built to keep him out.

“I love you too, Sweet Pea.” Slowly, you stood up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips into his.  He was hesitant at first, holding back, so you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer.  Then, he let loose completely, tangling his hands into your hair and holding you as close as he could.  His lips parted yours, and he kissed you deeply, longingly, like he’d wanted to do nothing more since the day you broke his heart.  

“We’re going to get through this, Y/N,” he said breathlessly. “I promise. From now until the day I die, I will be here for you and this baby.”

Your smile felt like it would be permanently stuck on your face. “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

~ 

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UP10TION Wei (Lee Sungjun) X Kogyeol (Go Minsoo)

Bias X Reader

Genre: Fluff and contemplation, lol

PART 1 (maybe)

You had been anticipating this school trip for months. It was your first overnight-trip, or any kind of trip really, without your family. Just you and your friends. Well, and the rest of your classmates and the supervising faculty staff as well. It was your class’ turn to take a historical tour that all the students enrolled in that history course took, at some point during their semester, to visit and learn more about the various historical spots in the country as per usual of the course. It would be a five hour drive to the location, so the buses had to leave at 6:00am. You would get to the location and then spend the night and return in the afternoon the next day. So that was also exciting, but stressful at the same time. There was nothing in your closet that you wanted to be seen in. Luckily, you already discussed this with your friends and you were going shopping with the money from your part-time job on the weekends to buy a new outfit at least for the first day. The second day didn’t seem to matter as much. It would be a short day and you would just riding a bus for the bulk of it. You met your friends at the indoor mall on the other side of town. After conceding to your friend Ailee’s requests to get some food first, you all took your trays of food and sat at the high chairs in the mall’s food court. Your eyes caught sight of a familiar group of guys first. You nudged your best friend’s side urgently.   “Jiji, look! Look!”  Jiji turned and looked in your direction. “Sungjun is here. Is this fate or what…” You mused, fantastically whimsical. Jiji smirked and took a long sip of her bubble tea before answering you.

“Or what. This is the closest mall to school. Everybody comes here.” “Whatever. Just come with me.” You responded flippantly while dragging her off her bar stool and coming down off of yours simultaneously. Jiji’s eyes bugged. “You’re going to confess to him here?” “I have to. If I don’t tell him soon I think I’ll explode.” You both started to make your way over to where he was. Jiji halted you in both of your tracks. “What about, Minsoo?” She asked you, almost frantically. It made you stop moving. More out of confusion than anything else. “What about him?” Jiji bit her lip and shot a look over towards Ailee and the other girls. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you….” “Tell me what? Hurry up, Sungjun is about to leave—“ “Three weeks ago Ailee told me that Minsoo told her in strict confidence that he was going to ask you out on this trip, they’ve been planning something—but I don’t know what they’re planning exactly so don’t get mad at me okay? And I know you said you gave up on him last semester-but love doesn’t disappear that fast right? It was all just bad timing and I’m just the messenger who was never supposed to be the messenger!” Jiji’s words tumbled out of her mouth faster than she could even keep up with and spun in circles around your head twice as fast. All you could get out was, “What?” You felt, both, glued to the floor and as if you were swimming in thick water. You and Minsoo had grown up together. You met him when you transferred to a different school when you were 13. You had a crush on Minsoo immediately and you, being the type of person you were, even confessed to him within the first month of meeting him. He told you he didn’t even know you and you should just be friends. You compiled. Hoping that once he got to know you better, you’d date. So settled for that. Keeping hope close to your heart for all these years. It paid off. During the summer break of your last year (of high school), he confessed to you. Stating that he would’ve done it sooner but he had thought you had given up on him a long time ago. You assured him you had not. It was almost a happy ending. Until you were waitlisted at your university of choice. The same University as Minsoo. You refused to go to any other school. So you opted to enroll in an online school to take some University courses come spring, so you wouldn’t fall behind, and reapply the next year. Minsoo, on the other hand, had been accepted and was leaving come fall. So after only a few months of blissful meeting, you told him with a heavy heart that he should go and experience college life without burden. He tried to convince you that nothing would change between you if you dated and he would still come down and see you every day. You couldn’t accept introducing that kind of stress on him while he was studying. So you told him that it was just over. He took it pretty hard. It led to him distancing himself from you after a while. Which you took as what it was. When you finally got accepted into his University a year later after reapplying, he actually approached you first. However, neither of you could find the right time or moment to bring up the idea of the two of you. You wanted to confess again, but didn’t want it to seem like you were just following him around like a sad puppy. You were already at the same University as him when during the last year, with your good grades, you could’ve applied literally anywhere else…You started to think to yourself. Why didn’t you? Then you wouldn’t be in this mess now. “Earth to Y/N.” Jiji gently flicked your forehead to snap you back to reality. Your focus rearranged and you spotted Sungjun and his friends leaving the food court and exiting out the side doors of the mall. You exhaled heavily. “What are you doing?” “Exploding.”

The next day came amid much excitement. Your dorm mates stayed up all night with you, helping you not over pack and trying to calm you down. You didn’t know why you were still so excited. It was going to be a sh*t show. Minsoo and Sungjun were both going to be on the trip. They didn’t know each other, but you knew both of them. Ailee was Minsoo’s good friend since they came to this University at the same time and met in new student orientation for first-year University students. You met Sungjun the same way, except, in orientation for transfer students. Jiji, you met through Ailee, who Minsoo had introduced you to, in efforts to help you make new friends when you first came to this school. By simple scheduling necessity, you all took the same History course, just at different times. You sighed again. Was Minsoo really going to confess? You made your way to the meeting place. Where all the students and faculty were gathered around. Everyone was milling about hugging their coats to their mouths and trying to shuffle away the cold. You tried peeking around for faces you recognized. When you couldn’t see anyone past the masses of student bodies, you pulled out your phone to call Jiji. The Head of the History Department called out for everyone’s attention and told everyone to listen for their professor’s name and line up in front of the bus number he would assign to the teacher’s name. Your heart jumped. You had a feeling the bus assignments would be by Professor. That meant you would be riding with Jiji and Sungjun. Ailee on a different bus and Minsoo on another. You breathed a sigh of relief. At least you wouldn’t have to think of anything for the next five hours. You heard the Head of Department call out your Professor and her assigned bus number and made your way through the bustle of students towards your bus. When you arrived, you checked in with your Professor and moved forward to put your overnight bag under the bus. As you backed up, you bumped into a warm body. You turned around surprised, “Oh! Sorry!—“You recognized Minsoo’s smiling face, “Minsoo!” “Why are you surprised? You know I have this class too.” “I know, but I thought they called your professor’s name already. You should be on your bus…” “I came off for a minute to give you something.” He pulled one of his hands from behind his back. It was holding a small plush backpack in the shape of Rilakkuma. “Rilakkuma!” You beamed at the backpack. “I remember you used to collect things like these.” He looked at you slightly nervous. “Do you still like them?” You nodded immediately. He smiled, relieved. The Department Head announced the bus numbers and professor’s name as a last call. Minsoo continued, “There’s things you like inside. Open it when you feel a craving.” You smiled up at him, touched. “Thanks, Minsoo.” “Anytime.” Minsoo lingered, his hand suddenly reaching up and holding yours. “You think if I ride your bus instead, I’ll get in trouble?.” He joked. You laughed a tiny bit, “They’ll probably call roll on the bus to make sure people aren’t skipping. You could get marked absent.” “You’re worth it.” Minsoo remarked without missing a beat. You got a bit shy and looked away, “What’s with you today…” You said softly trying not to smile. Minsoo shrugged while never taking his eyes off of you. “Just making up for lost time, I guess.” You wanted to ask him if it was for lost time to come on the bus ride or lost time that already passed. You heard a knocking on the bus window and looked up, Jiji’s face was warning you to get on the bus already. “I should go.” “Oh? I forgot Jiji was in your class.” He motioned for her to open the window. She obliged, “What do you want, Minsoo—It’s cold!” Minsoo pulled a face at her before answering, “Just make sure you take care of Y/N. I don’t want anything happening to her.” Jiji rolled her eyes at the sentiment. “Oh please! We’re riding a bus down there, not a horse! Y/N come on! They’re pulling off!” Minsoo played with your fingers, “Go. I should go, too. I’ll see you down there.” “Bye.” You called out after him as he squeezed his way past some of the late-arriving students scrambling to find their Professor’s bus. You watched him disappear into the crowd before pushing your way onto the bus. Jiji stood up and flagged you down to where she was sitting. You made your way to her, clutching your purse and new Rilakkuma bag. Her eyes flitted to the plush bag and she couldn’t help but snicker. “Did Minsoo give you that?” You plopped down next to her, and pretended to be nonchalant. “Maybe he did.” “Did he say…anything?…” She probed quietly. You shook your head, knowing what she meant. “Not exactly, no.” “What do you mean ‘not exactly’?” Jiji asked folding her arms and leaning sideways in her seat to face you. You sat catty corner in your seat to face her as well. “I mean, he said things, but didn’t really say anything.” Jiji let out a high pitched sigh of annoyance. “I feel like I’m getting stressed just trying to keep up with you two.” You fixed your mouth to agree with her but got interrupted but a male voice. “Keep up with who? Me and Y/N?” Sungjun’s joking voice filtered into the conversation. You both greeted him happily. “You’re late!” You stated playfully. “I know! I didn’t even hear my alarm clock go off!” “Hm. It’s lucky you didn’t get left behind.” You commented. He smirked, “Lucky for who? Me or you?” He raised an eyebrow. You reached out to hit him and he backed just out of reach, before reaching out and grabbing your hand. “Sit with me.” “I’m already sitting with Jiji.” “Don’t use me as an excuse.” Jiji interjected. You whipped your head around at her and gave her a glare. She just smiled at you. Living for the torment in your eyes. “Be a big girl and make your own decisions.” You heard her loaded statement despite her light tone. “Fine.” You turned to Sungjun, “I’ll sit with you.” Sungjun beamed and picked your bags from you and guided you to an empty pair of seats that happened to be two seats behind Jiji. You scooted in towards the window at his offering and settled in. After putting both of your bags and his own in the overhead above your seats, Sungjun settled down next to you as well. “You wanna know something funny?” “What?” “I’ve been thinking all week how to ask you to sit with me on this bus ride.” “What?” You partially laughed as he held his own semi-embarrassed smile, “Really?” Sungjun nodded his head and let out a grunt while covering his smiling face momentarily. After looking at you for a quick moment, he exhaled and licked his lips due to them being a bit dry, and then looked straight ahead as he spoke. “Don’t ask me why. I just know it’s all I thought about.” “Well here we are.” You tossed in to ease his weird nerves. You felt another opening to tell him your feelings in this moment for some reason. “I saw you in the mall yesterday.” He turned his head towards you in surprise, “You did? Why didn’t you say anything?” “I was going to, but then you left before I could get over to you-it was in the food court and you were eating a hamburger…” You trailed off, not sure why you felt you had to add that last part. Sungjun just laughed at your observation. “You could’ve still come over, if that’s what stopped you. Me eating?” “That wasn’t it.” “Then what was it? And you know it was funny? I was actually talking about you with my friends then.” You felt your confession bubbling at the back of your throat. It was like a compulsion. Everytime you got around him, lately, you wanted to spill your guts. You looked down into your lap and in untimely but pure coincidence, you got a two messages from Minsoo back to back.

let’s eat lunch together today.

I was thinking we could talk…i’ve been having a lot of thoughts lately…

Sungjun’s eyes flitted to your phone. You clicked the screen off immediately but not hurriedly and looked out the window. You heard him ask you innocently, “You okay? Who was that?” “A Senior I know. He wants to have lunch together when we arrive…” You spoke absent-mindedly before remembering the conversation that had been cut off before you saw your text messages, “You said you were talking about me with your friends?” “Mhm.” Sungjun nodded and stood up to get his bag from the overhead. He sat back down and began to rummage through it. “What about me were you talking about?” Instead of answering you, Sungjun handed you a small envelope with your name on it. “Wait! Don’t read it now.” He lips carried a nervous smile as he hurriedly put his hand over yours as you tried to open the envelope. “Read it after the day is over. In your room. Let’s just spend the day happily. Learn new things. Create memories.” You felt your stomach leap forward and twist.

**************************************************************************** 2.6k for Honey10s and this amazing Japanese comeback that just happened + the soon arriving Korean comeback! p.s. This is Wei’s era and we are blessed to be living in it. loll  I would’ve done this sooner but I was honestly so caught up in life. But I’ve missed writing fics. This one is a bit rough I feel like I fell off my horse, but forgive me as I get back in the swing of things everyone. I left it open to a part 2, but I prooooobably won’t continue it. lol I have so many mini series going on it makes no sense. next up is the other two series i started and left you cliff hanging for three months… this is me leaving and getting to work! see you soon I promise!

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