#they go for his coffee cup instantly with little grabby hands

[spark-circuit]

IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE 🫂💙✨️

[loveindefinitely]

if this was a movie [todobaku x reader] part one

if this was a movie masterlist

ೃ⁀➷ description; When you, a quirkless barista, accidentally gets added to a group chat for the graduated class of 3-A, you don't expect everything to slip through your fingers so fast.

You don't expect to find love in the two most frustrating men on earth, either.

ೃ⁀➷ genre; romance, comedy

ೃ⁀➷ content warnings; none for this chapter.

ೃ⁀➷ characters; hitoshi, shouto and katsuki.

CROSSPOSTED TO WATTPAD. REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

The overhead lights are bright, shining over you as you sit. Your interviewer smiles excitedly -- as if she was about to uncover a goldmine. "So, tell me, what is your love story? A quirkless barista marrying two of the top three heroes is like straight out of a movie!"

Shaking your head, you let yourself smile gently in response.

"Well, it's a long story..."

THREE YEARS AGO

"Hitoshi," you sigh exasperatedly, one arm wiping down the counter and the other managing the steaming milk. The coffee machine grinds, your first customer of the day merely looking at you with tired amusement.

"Y/N," he drawls in response, hero suit adorned with his hands stuffed into his pockets. His capture scarf hangs loosely around his neck, a clear nod to his dad and current UA principal Shouta Aizawa.

Drawing the milk away from the steamer, you stir it with the thermometer attached to it, before pouring it into the take-away cup. Adding the first bit of coffee, you taste it, grimace, and then chuck it out. It was your average morning, the first bits of the new coffee utterly disgusting. You had half a mind to give it to Hitoshi, but thought against torturing your best – and only – friend.

"And what mischief have you been up to?" You ask, pouring his regular. A large black coffee. Insane.

Groaning, Hitoshi rolls his eyes before leaning over the metal counter separating the two of you. "It's Eri's first year of high school. She won't stop pestering me about the entry exams."

Laughing, you respond, "You love her, 'Toshi. At least help her a bit."

"I got jack shit! Aizawa – my dad and the fucking creator of the exam, told me to figure it out myself. But now, with Eri, he's sneaking her little hints." Hitoshi's voice remains monotone, but little growls sneak into his rant.

Raising your brow, you slide his take-away cup over to him. He instantly takes a sip, hums, and then quips, "It's good. I'm not paying you, though. I'm pretty sure my company is enough."

Leaning over the counter, the two of you eye to eye, you extend your hand. "While your company is certainly a highlight of my day, I need my cash. Pay up, you asshole."

Hitoshi scoffs a dry chuckle, handing you over the cash, to which you put into the cash register without a second thought.

It's then that your phone makes a notification sound.

Both of Hitoshi's eyebrows raise, looking to you in surprise. "Someone swiped right?"

Punching his shoulder lightly, you take your phone out and inspect it. This was certainly an odd experience. No one texted you, apart from the holidays and every now and then a check-up from your parents.

You have been added to [ UA's Pride and Joys!] Group Chat.

Accept  Decline

"Uh." Meeting Hitoshi's gaze wearily, he instantly snatches the phone off of you, moving away from the counter and your grabby hands. "'Toshi! Give that back!"

"Oh my god," he whispers, a cruel smile taking over his features. Your eyebrows narrow so much you think they'll stay like that forever. "Oh my god."

He presses something, and then you actually go ballistic.

Jumping over the counter, he raises the phone high above his head, out of your reach. "Give that back asshole, or I'm banning you from my shop!"

"You wouldn't ban me, darling, I'm your biggest customer!"

"I'll find a new insomniac!"

That causes him to feign hurt, clasping his other hand over his chest. You roll your eyes in response, but take his moment of dramatics to grab your phone. Scrambling back to behind the counter, your jaw drops at what he had done.

[UA's Pride and Joys!]

You, All_Might_Is_No1, Ochamochi and 18 others.

AlienQueen<3: hi beautiful people!!!

AlienQueen<3: i wanted to make a groupchat of all my ex-classmates!! i miss y'all so much and thought that this would be a great way to keep contact!!

Whirling around, you level Hitoshi with a serious, deadly glare. "Hitoshi Shinsou-Aizawa," you seethe, and the man has the decency to at least look the slightest bit scared.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his phone, and turns the screen to you. "Look. See, I'm in it too. You won't be alone, and plus, you need to make more friends. For an extrovert you're very secluded."

"Says the man who hasn't grown out of his emo phase! Just because it's hot doesn't mean you need to write depressing poetry!" He pouts. "Also, I'm just fine chilling with you and Eri. It's safe, and I'm happy with it that way!"

"No," he says, standing up straighter. He's tall – six foot something, with lean muscle and half of his hair tied into a short ponytail. It's the same deep purple as always, but cut to just above his shoulders. Even though your relationship is completely platonic, almost in a sibling way, you could admit that he was fucking hot.

"No, this is the perfect opportunity for you to branch out! At least I can vouch for these people. I know that they're all great, in their own... ways." You raise a brow at that.

"You say that, but you're already dating two of them! One of which is the class sunshine, and the other the class pothead!"

Shinsou grunts, "He's been clean for two years, bitch."

"And you haven't bathed since then!"

"Oi, I never agreed to a personal argument–"

"I never agreed to being added to this group chat!"

The two of you bicker, which must be hilarious from an outsider's point of view. The counter separating the two of you as you point and yell at each other, before the two of you just stop yelling at stare at each other.

"You're so annoying," you mutter, doing everything in your power to quell the laughter bubbling up. Shinsou seems to be dealing with the same issue.

"Touche," he says tiffly, before the two of you break into giggles.

It's the sound of another notification that stops your laughter. Sending another glares his way, you open your phone and read the new messages that you had missed.

[UA's Pride and Joys!]

All_Might_Is_No1: That's a great idea, Mina! :D I missed you guys heaps too, we should all catch up soon!

Ochamochi: hiiiii :))))

Ingenium: Hello! It's been far too long. :]

insomniac: hey.

Glancing up, you stifle a laugh at Hitoshi's face. It's soft and so damn out of character for the gruff, lone wolf of a man.

Yourlocalloser: hello!! It's been way too long, i missed you guys so much!!

Hitoshi is the one to look surprised, then, the two of you sharing a look of chaotic excitement.

"You're terrible," he huffs out, but his smile remains as he watches this play out. Shrugging, your face taking on a cheeky expression, you reply.

"You're the one that said I should branch out. This'll be fun."

You get two notifications, then.

DYNAMIGHT: who the fuck are u???

Shouto: I don't remember anyone with that username. Unless someone changed theirs? Who are you, 'loser'?

Yourlocalloser: you guys don't remember me? i thought we had something... but i suppose that was a lie.

And then, the groupchat and your small hole-in-the-wall cafe promptly break out into chaos.

please reblog, comment, follow and like if you enjoyed! \

taglist [msg to be added]; no one yet :-(

[gamerbearmira]

Jaguar au♤♡◇♧

Mirabel was cleaning her kitten. She loved her! Luisa entered "she's around 7 months in human age" she said and mirabel turned back. She held the kitten as it layed on her lap. "Stop stealing the village cats" mirabel giggled. She nodded and luisa left. Mirabel turned to her jaguar form and the kitten meowed. She tilted her head. It meowed and she sat infront if it. She sniffed it when something blinded mirabel, when she opened her eyes the kitten was a human with little black ears and a small black tail. She turned human, the kit-human giggled and made grabby hands at mirabel, she picked her up and she turned to a kitten. She took it from the room, her ears pressed fast against her head, she knocked on pepa's door. Pepa answered "Whats wrong?" Pepa asked. Mirabel held the kitten as it shifted ti a human baby. Pepa led her into the room and got some baby clothes. They dressed the baby and cut a hole for the tail. She turned back to a kitten and her clothes shrunk with her. She shifted again and her clothes re-appeared. "Let's tell everyone n-" "dinner!" Alma yelled upstairs, mirabel carried the baby down and they instantly knew. "Get the highchair agustín" alma said as mirabel had the baby in her lap as it shifted to a kitten again. "Here" he said but the kitten dug its claws into mirabels skirt snd leg, she tensed and drew a sharp breath. "Never mind" agustín said and put the chair back. The kitten padded with its claws "here" julieta passed her daughter a bottle. Mirabel nodded and took the kitten into he rhands as it shifted back making mirabel nearly drop her. "Nothing is normal in this house" camilo muttered as antonio pet parce who had his own chair as antonio kept pestering his abuela. The chair was a wooden block with a cat bed on it. "Crib or cat bed?", isabella asked mirabel who pondered as she fed the baby. "Crib" she muttered as the baby fell asleep. Mirabel started her dinner as the others were half way through. She finished first though. "Right, we'll go assemble it, julieta and pepa go buy baby supplies. You grandkids go buy cat supplies and mirabel" alma looked to her youngest nieta. "Dont drop the baby" with that everyone got up and left. Mirabel took the baby to the living room and bounced it on her lap as she read. The baby giggled and layed against mirsbels stomach and fell asleep, casits threw a blanket over her. Mirabel felt a little tired as she read. The family all went to do their jobs. Felix realised they didn't have any screws. "I'll be back" he said leaving the room as agustín built and alma 'supervised' by sitting in a chair with a cup of coffee and telling them how to do it right. He got to the bottom of the steps and heard soft snoring from the living room. He looked to see mirabel sleeping with her hand on a book as the baby slept against her stomach both of them under the blanket as mirabel shivered. She only had it covering up to her stomach and the babies head, "casita, give me a blanket and the Bkx of screws." He asked. The house slid the screws and threw the blanket at him. He took the blanket and put it over mirabel placing the baby ontop as they had their own blankets now. Felix went back upstairs with the box.

The family came back tk see mirabel in jaguar form, two blankets over her as the kitten snuggled into her side. " cute" pepa said getting a picture as the others came downstairs. "Aaaw" agustìn smiled and pepa gave hik the picture. Now they had to raise another baby, How are they gonna handle this?

I LOB WHEN SHE TAKES IN THE KITTENS…WAHHHH

She has such a good heart for doing that though. Like nfs. Name me anyone else who do that.

[siempre-bucky]

Hi! I miss little Orla and Rory so much🥺

Can you please write what was druig's reaction when Orla took her first steps? Btw, your work makes my day better.❤

Dad!Druig x Reader

AHHHH yes I sure can! Here's a little drabble!

"She's going to do it today!" You beam from the living room. Orla, although wobbly, stood up on her own, her little hands using the wood coffee table to hold herself up.

"Do what, my beloved?" Druig asked from the kitchen, the brim of his coffee cup pressed between his open lips.

"She's gonna walk," you giggle as you watch the one-year-old sidestep around the table.

Your husband hurriedly walked into the living room, his blue eyes pinned to his daughter, "You sure?" The proud smile he wore was undeniable, sharing a loving glance with you.

After you nodded, he raced over to Orla and scooped her up in his arms, peppering light kisses to her cheek. "Ready to walk, m'love?" he cooed as he passed her off to you.

Druig took his phone from the pocket of his blue robe and propped it up on the table, ready to record Orla's first steps. He sat a few feet away from you, outstretching his arms for her.

You stood her across from him, her hands clenched tightly around your pointer fingers. "Walk to daddy, Orla," you tell her as she started to walk towards him. Once you felt like she was getting the hang of it, you wiggled your fingers out of her grasp.

She instantly fell to the floor with a soft thud, making the both of you laugh.

It took a few more tries, but you felt like this one was it. Orla loosened her grasp on your fingers as she saw Druig making grabby hands at her. Bubbly giggles coming from her, "Come on, Orla, I got you," he told her.

Orla let go of your hands, slowly and wobbly stepping towards Druig. "That's my girl," you cheer as she fell into your husband's chest.

"You can walk!" he exclaimed, holding onto her tightly in his arms.

Orla giggled in his arms as he stood up, making his way over to you as you turned off the recording. "I'll send this to Ajak," you said as he kissed your cheek.

"And I'll start baby proofing the village."

[biggest-stupidhead]

could I request a jealous Levi scenario?

Sure thing! I chose to do this in a modern setting so I hope that’s okay! 

Summary: Levi gets jealous at the function. 

Word Count: 1.6K 

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of drugs

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The loud music pounded against Levi’s already achey head. The alcohol wasn’t helping by any means, the red solo cup filled with cheap beer was mostly untouched. He questioned why he even agreed to leave the comfort of his dorm room to come to the disgusting frat house. Then he remembered, Hange had promised that you’d be there. However you were no where to be seen, he had been sure to linger near the entrance, his back pressed firmly against the wall as he scanned the crowd. The main floor of the frat was heavily crowded with drunk students, obnoxious party music and the unmistakeable scent of weed. He rolled his eyes when he noticed that Hange was plowing her way through the crowd, her glasses were pushed onto the top of her head, revealing her coffee brown eyes, which were a tad bloodshot. 

“Levi! You’re literally being the definition of a wallflower right now, come do some shots with Erwin and I!” Hange begged when she reached him, her iron grip closing over his free hand and tugging hard. 

“Let go of me four eyes.” He huffed, as he pulled his hand from her grasp as the pair weaved through the dense crowd. Hange obeyed seeing that he was following her. She led him into the dirtiest kitchen that he had ever laid his eyes on, solo cups littered the counters, a rouge bowl of chips sat haphazardly on the edge. A girl with brown hair sat perched on the counter, a puff bar in one hand and a bottle of malibu in the other. 

“Sasha! Let me get another hit!” A boy with a beanie begged, making grabby hands at the girl who pulled the nicotine out of his reach. 

“Nah.” She said with a cheeky giggle as she took a hit to spite him. Levi frowned when he finally recognized the two of them. He was a TA for their business class, and now he wasn’t so surprised by how low they managed to score on their tests as he watched them grapple for the puff bar. He felt his shoulders loose some of the tension when he spied a familiar head of blond hair, Erwin’s back was to them as he poured out a line of shots into tiny red plastic cups. 

“Hey baldy! Where’s (Y/n)?” Hange asked, as she threw an arm over the Connie’s shoulders. He tensed, turning to face her with a confused expression. Levi couldn’t help but turn his attention to their conversation, eager for the boy’s answer. 

“Hm that’s a tough one....” Connie said, as he stuck his hand under his beanie to scratch his head in thought. 

“She went downstairs a while ago!” Sasha answered for him, her legs kicking against the cabinets loudly. 

“Oh yeah that’s right!” Connie said eagerly, taking Sasha’s moment of weakness to snatch the nicotine from her grasp and take a long hit. 

“Perfect!” Hange exclaimed as she turned to grab a shot that Erwin had poured and threw the liquor down her throat. Erwin frowned but handed Levi one of the shots. He glanced down at the mystery liquid but ultimately decided that it was better than the warm beer in his hand. He took the shot and glanced at Hange who was now asking the younger students to lead them to the basement. The pair agreed and soon they were weaving back through the crowd. Sasha opened one of the doors down a dimly lit hallway near the bathrooms, the music was not nearly as loud as it was in the main room. The rickety stairs seemed a bit precarious as the group descended them, loudly creaking under their combined weight. Once they reached the basement, Levi found himself to feel more at ease with the lack of people. The scent of weed was strongest here, a group of underclassmen sat on the sofa which was so crowded that some of them were sitting on each others laps. Their head turned to see who had joined them, they all cheered when Sasha and Connie waltzed in with their hands up. But Levi’s eyes were busy searching for you. He found you at long last sat on the arm of the couch, an arm thrown over Eren’s shoulders as he took a hit from the bong. Your face was so close to his, a dopey grin on your perfect lips. He felt a nasty feeling bubble in his stomach, the relief of seeing your familiar frame subsiding almost instantly. Hange and Erwin were being interrogated by the underclassmen, who seemed surprised to see their TAs at the party. Levi’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as Eren passed you the bong, which you took a long drag from. 

“There’s my favorite little bio major!” Hange cried as she practically knocked you off the sofa, her arms wrapped tightly around you as you tried to keep the bong from falling. Eren took it from you and passed it to the next dimwit before disaster could strike. The laugh that you let out made Levi’s heart beat pick up a few paces as he watched you return Hange’s hug. 

“Hange! What’re you doin here?” You asked, your words a bit slurred as Hange now succeeded in pulling you off the couch to embrace you fully. 

“Came to see you of course!” She giggled, burying her nose in your hair as the two of you rocked as you hugged. Your eyes finally found Levi, standing at the foot of the stairs with a scowl on his delicate features. 

“For me?” You said as you shot him a sly smile, his head whipped away in embarrassment of being caught staring. 

“Duh.” Hange said, finally releasing you and turning to follow your eyes. 

“He’s been asking for you all night.” She whispered and you blushed at this. You’d had the pleasure of meeting Levi only a handful of times, usually during your study sessions with Hange for bio. 

“Why me?” you asked curiously, as Hange pushed your towards him. 

“Isn’t it obvious? He likes youuuuu.” She cooed as she continued to shove you across the room. You stumbled a bit and caught yourself on the wall, Levi was only a few paces away, his cool eyes watching the pair of you with intrigue. 

“Leave her along shitty glasses.” Levi scolded, turning and closing the distance between you. 

“Sorry big guy, I’ll just be-” She jabbed her thumb back in the direction of the couch and darted away, tackling Erwin from behind. Levi scoffed and you giggled, still leaning against the wall to keep yourself steady. 

“Hey.” you said a bit sheepishly as you gave him your full attention at last. 

“Hi.” Levi grumbled, propping himself up against the wall as well. 

“So...what brings you here?” You asked knowingly as he clicked his tongue, nose scrunching as he considered the hint of teasing in your tone. 

“Not the beer.” He answered, you let out a bark of laughter at that, much to his pleasure. 

“Then what?” You pressed, giving him doe eyes as he set his cup down on the small table to his right. 

“You know what.” Levi huffed and you smiled up at him triumphantly, your hand reaching for his. Your fingers laced with his and his heart felt as if it was about to leap out of his chest. 

“Come sit with us.” You said softly as he timidly returned the grasp on your hand. 

“I’m not into drugs.” Levi said, his gaze shifting off of you momentarily to see Eren staring at the two of you. 

“Okay...then let’s go outside. It’s really nice out.” You offered and Levi nodded, you led the pair of you back up the stairs and through the crowd. His hand firmly grasped in yours as you ducked around drunk college students. Finally you reached the back porch of the frat, which was littered with cups, but otherwise empty. The frat was perched on one of the highest hills above campus, overlooking the sprawling space. The lights twinkling brightly in the distance. 

“Honestly wasn’t expecting to see you here.” You hummed as you leaned against the railing, Levi mirrored you, his elbow brushing yours as you looked out at the campus. 

“I don’t usually...come to these places.” Levi said, his eyes focused with an odd intensity on the landscape, while yours were trained on his side profile. 

“I’m glad you came.” You said sweetly, leaning your head against his shoulder boldly. He turned and looked down at you, surprised with the sudden affection, but not opposed. After a moment you picked your head up, eyes shining in the low light as you looked up at him softly. Levi turned, waiting for you to speak, but your eyes were tracing his face, landing on his lips, pressed into a tight line. Your eyes flicked back to his own, your hand leaving the railing in favor of holding his hoodie sleeve. He leaned against the railing, his back pressed into the wood. You followed him, pressing your chest to his, nose brushing his, you smiled, your breath fanning over his lips. 

“I really like you Levi.” You assured him as he sat stiffly under you, at your words he seemed to relax a bit, his other hand looping around your waist, his thumb digging into your hip. 

“You’re...not the worst.” Levi kicked himself mentally at the response, but you didn’t seem to mind. Another breathy chuckle and then your lips were on his, soft and smooth. He sighed as he pulled you impossibly closer, allowing himself to sink into you at long last.  

[writeforfandoms]

For your birthday ficlets, could I request a character taking care of sick reader and tucking them in and talking to them until they fall asleep <3 You can of course include skin time if you want😉 I'm thinking maybe Ezra or Jack, but a wild card is also very acceptable!! Thanks in advance, I love you❤️

Oh Sam this one made me so soft. I just. Ugh. So, so soft. I love your brain. Thanks for sending this one in and making me yearn! I love you too bby 💖💖 

This is not connected to any of my other works and should be treated as a standalone. 

Warnings: Being sick. All the grossness that goes with that. 

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey x gn!reader

Word count: 680

You coughed pathetically from your spot on the couch, curled up under a blanket. You'd been there all day, only dragging yourself up to go to the bathroom or make yourself a drink. So far, tea was the easiest on your throat. You'd already had four cups. The TV was on, some nature documentary you could half pay attention to as you dozed. You were kind of sort of paying attention to the time - you knew when Jack would be home, but time was a weird evasive concept right now. 

You knew that you just had a cold. Yes, you had a fever. Yes, you had the runny nose and the cough and the sore throat. Yes, you were extremely tired and unable to settle down. Still just a cold. 

You still complained like you were dying, though. Even though no one was around to hear you. 

"This is the worst," you muttered, voice thick around your stuffed nose. You sneezed and then groaned, closing your eyes against the headache that pulsed behind your eyes. 

"Darlin'?"

You jumped at Jack's voice, startled into coughing. Almost instantly, a big warm hand was rubbing your back, and your cowboy was crooning apologies and encouragement in your ear. 

"Didn't mean to startle you, sweetheart," he murmured. One hand gently smoothed hair back from your face. 

"I didn't hear you come in," you said with a weak little grin. Which was honestly a little pathetic, but you were ignoring that for now. 

"You feelin' any better?" He moved around the couch to kneel in front of you, taking in your appearance with a critical eye. 

"Nope." You grabbed another tissue to hold to your nose, afraid you were about to drip. "'s fine. I'm okay. You should probably keep away from me, I don't want to get you sick too." 

Jack chuckled and completely ignored your warning, half-hearted as it was. "You just relax, honey. I'll bring you more tea." He leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, and you melted at the tender contact. When you sniffed, you were grateful you could blame it on the cold, and not your own whacky emotions. "Be right back." Jack stood, gathering up the used glasses on the coffee table in front of you, and walked away to the kitchen. 

You blinked. Closed your eyes for just a second. Or, you thought it was just a second. But when you opened them again Jack was sitting next to you, cup of tea held on his knee and his free hand smoothing your hair down. 

"Tired?" He asked with a sympathetic smile, handing the tea over when you made grabby hands at it. 

"Yeah." You took a careful sip, testing the temperature. Finding it perfectly warm but not hot, you took a deeper drink. 

"You wanna get comfy in bed?" He took the teacup again once you were done, gently pulling you into his side. 

"No." You pouted. "Too early." 

Jack chuckled. "Alright, sugar," he agreed. "You hungry?"

You wrinkled your nose and made a so-so motion. He nodded and gently pulled your head to rest against his shoulder. "Why don't you just relax," he murmured. Without giving you a chance to object, he started telling you about his day - the lady in Accounting who always flirted with him, Ginger calling him down to the labs to test out a new whip, Champ getting on him and Tequila for late mission reports. All the mundane things. But he kept his voice quiet, soothing. And he was so warm and comfortable, his voice rumbling under your ear. And you were so, so tired… 

It wasn't long before you drifted off, lulled to sleep by your gentle cowboy. You barely even woke when, sometime later, he hoisted you up and took you back to the bedroom, getting you comfortable in bed. 

You didn't actually feel him kiss your forehead. You didn't actually hear him whisper, "I love you, sugar. Sleep well." But you smiled all the same, warm and comfortable and cared for even in your sleep.

[krreader]

BTS reacting to a sasaeng trying to touch/take photos of your baby bump.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: mentions of physical assault genre: angst ; fluff word count: 2.5k+

a/n: I hope the reality would be the boys yeeting these sasaengs into another universe, seriously. but for the sake of the story, here. thanks for the request @sakuroseuchiha​, and I’m very sorry it took forever ♥

kim seokjin

“What is this?” Jin entered the bedroom and practically pushed the phone in your face, his breathing heavy and his cheeks flushed, clearly upset.

You looked at what he was showing you, but then quickly averted your gaze and continued folding the laundry as if what he was showing you didn’t matter.

“(Y/N)!” he rarely got angry, not like this. And you knew that he wasn't angry with you.. maybe only for not telling him about what had happened today. He grabbed your upper arm and turned you so that you had to look at him, “Why didn't you tell me about this?”

“I didn't want you to get angry.. like now,” you sighed deeply, “I wasn't hurt, I walked into the nearest store and they didn't follow me inside because the shop owners were kind enough to help me and keep them out. All they got was a blurry photo.”

Your husband's mouth dropped, his eyebrows furrowing, “How can you be so nonchalant about this?”

You snorted, “What do you want me to do, Seokjin? Do you want me to sob my eyes out because some sixteen year old girls wanted to become Twitter famous by posting our unborn child on their Twitter account? If I were that weak, then marrying you wouldn't have been a good idea in the first place,” you pushed his hand away, “I'm fine.”

Maybe, but he wasn't. He was so tired of this bullshit.

And you only found out just how tired he was when you wanted to go grocery shopping the next day and were face-to-face with a man that introduced himself as your new bodyguard that your husband had hired to make sure that situations like those wouldn't happen anymore.

You had meant what you had said, you were fine, but knowing that someone that size was following you around and making sure that no harm would come to you and – even more importantly – to your unborn child – made you feel a lot more at ease.

min yoongi

Yoongi cursed and thanked BigHit at the same time for existing.

On one hand, he hated himself for ever having signed up with them, because now you and his unborn child were in danger because of him, but at the same time, he was so grateful that they tried their best in protecting the three of you to the best of their abilities.

One of the staff members had managed to gain access to a secret forum used only by sasaengs, where they shared private information about idols that nobody but these idols, their families and the company should know about.

And during this 'undercover work', she discovered a thread dedicated to you and Yoongi, or more specifically, your unborn child.

She found out that they had found out where you had planned to have your delivery and wanted to be there to take pictures of the two – or in the end – three of you.

You and Yoongi would have had no idea about this. You would have had no other choice but to endure it and later see these very private photos online, but thanks to her, you were able to switch hospitals last minute and were able to handle this matter privately.

That female staff member said she was merely doing her job when you and Yoongi thanked her later, but your husband made sure that she didn't just get a raise, but a promotion on top of it.

You both owed her a lot.

jung hoseok

“Look, daddy!” Hoseok beamed happily as he watched his son point upwards to the head of the giraffe, “Soooooo biggy!”

“If you want to be that big, you need to eat all the vegetables that mommy puts on your plate from now on, okay?” he tickled the little boy a little, engulfed by his beautiful laughter, that he didn't realize what was happening behind him.

You were standing a few feet behind them, wanting them to enjoy a father-son moment, while also watching the buggy. However, unlike your husband, you weren't smiling. Your eyes were focused on three girls to your right who had been following you for the past fifteen minutes and were now debating on whether or not to go up to your husband and say something.

And you really didn't mind if they said hello when it was only Hoseok, but your child was with you and you didn't want to involve him in that life. Not yet, not if you could avoid it.

However, you had been wrong all along. You thought that they were whispering among themselves to figure out a strategy on when to go up to Hoseok. 

But that wasn't the case.

They were waiting until they were sure that he was busy enough with your son not to notice what they were doing.

Which was pull out their phones, all three of them, and then point the camera at you.

Even though you knew it wasn't actually you, but the baby bump that had begun to form. A story that had only been rumors up until now, but you were too far along now to hide it any longer.

The moment you realized what was happening, you pushed the buggy forward until you were at your husband's side and said: “We need to go. Right now.”

With how alert you were, he instantly became too, started looking around and realized what was happening.

He put his son in the baggy, then took off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders, before he pushed the baggy with one hand and you gently forward with his hand on your lower back.

So much for keeping the secret about baby number two a little longer.

kim namjoon

Namjoon had been an idol for long enough to know when someone was obviously staring at him out in public.

And you had been with him for long enough to know when he was uncomfortable. He constantly shifted in his seat, glanced around and nervously bounced his leg up and down.

Eventually you reached over the table and put your hand over this, “Come on. Let's ask them if they can fill our drinks in take-away cups and go home.”

You had wanted to enjoy the possible last peaceful coffee shop date that you could have before your daughter would be born, but when married to Kim Namjoon, a peaceful date outside was almost never an option. And normally, when it had been only him and you, he hadn't minded as much. But now he was scared for his child.

And as soon as the two of you got up, his biggest fear became reality, when a girl walked by and spilled her – thankfully – cold coffee on you. More specifically, on your baby bump. Accidentally, as she tried to make you two believe, but you knew better.

Even more so when she started bowing, apologized and then immediately wanted to rub over your baby bump with tissues to clean your clothes.

Namjoon was alert in an instant, but you were faster and grabbed the wrist of the girl, smiling at her, but your eyes were so dangerous that the girl gulped down.

“Thank you, but I'll do that myself.”

“I..- I only..-”

“I said I can do it myself,” you grabbed your bag and then Namjoon's hand, “Let's just go home.”

Sometimes he forgot just how much of a mother you already were before your baby was even born. 

Nobody like that was allowed to touch your baby, not now and not ever.

park jimin

Jimin had been so naive to think that the pregnancy would be a peaceful one for you. He had let his guard down after month seven, after nothing bad or weird having happened.

And that was a huge mistake.

You were due in a few weeks and he wanted you two to have one final romantic night out before the baby would be born, meaning dinner in the restaurant of your choice, then going for a walk at the Han River, then going home and.. well..

But your night was cut short when you couldn't even make it to the restaurant. As soon as Jimin had parked the car and helped you out, a swarm of fans, which were sasaengs through and through, because they were the only ones who could have found out where you'd be eating tonight, came running to you.

He realized it in time, managed to push you back into the car before their grabby hands could touch your baby bump and managed to push all of them back enough to shut the car door.

Their attention shifted from you to him and they all started to touch him and pull on his clothes. He tried to push them away from him so that he could go around the car and get in himself, but there were simply too many.

All the while, you were sitting in the car, desperately banging on the window and begging them to stop, trying to open the door to help your husband, but he was blocking it from getting opened.

There was no way he’d let you back out there.

You reached into your purse and wanted to call the police, but since you were in an underground parking lot, your phone didn't have any service.

At that point, you were sobbing your eyes out because of how scared you were for Jimin, but then someone from the building, maybe guests of one of the restaurants or people that worked there, saw what was happening and helped Jimin pull the girls away from him, one after the other. 

They told him to get in the car and he did so without hesitation, reversing and then driving away without looking back, eternally grateful for these kind strangers.

“It's okay,” he tried to calm you down while driving away.

But it wasn't okay. Not when he had scratches on his face and hands, not when he was close to tears himself.. not when you realized all that stress caused you to suddenly go into labor. 

kim taehyung

This day had started out so well.

The weather was so perfect that Taehyung and you had spontaneously decided to go on a little road trip.

With you having passed the worst of your pregnancy phase and being able to actually walk and eat without throwing up every hour, it was now the perfect opportunity to just drive around and find a really cute spot to hang out, maybe have a picnic or coffee/tea.

But you should have guessed that it wasn't as easy as that, because Taehyung's super hardcore fans had never been ones to just leave him alone.

You had been driving for a while and you had become thirsty, so the two of you had searched for a very cute café and found one that was so aesthetically pleasing that you forgot about your surroundings for a second and just.. enjoyed it. Like every other normal human being would.

Your husband had gone inside to grab the drinks, so he wasn't there to stop what was happening.

“What the hell?!” you instantly pushed the chair back when you saw a hand reach down to your belly to touch it, then jumped up, “What do you think you're doing?!”

Unfortunately, there weren't too many people around to help you, only an elderly man and a young couple that, by the looks of it, hadn't even graduated high school. They wouldn’t be much help.

“Please, we just want to touch it. This is from Taehyung, directly from him, we just..-”

“I'm going to give you a fair warning,” your husband pushed himself between you and the girls, pointing his finger at one of the girls chest, “You come this close to my wife or child again, I will call the police and I'll make sure that your future is ruined. Do you understand?”

“But..-”

“No. No but. There is a line and you just crossed it. So this is my final warning. Leave now, or I'll call the police.”

The two girls glanced to the side to find the shop owner already standing there with her phone, ready to call the police if Taehyung said so.

You doubted that people like that had much planned for their future, but the threat of police and a possible lawsuit involving thousands, if not millions, if Taehyung had his way, scared them enough for them to scurry away.

You only allowed yourself to breathe again when they were out of sight, your husband immediately cupping your face and checking to see if you were harmed.

“I'm fine,” you shook your head a little, “I'm fine.”

“Shit,” he pulled you against him and kissed the top of your head, “I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I'll be more careful from now on.”

jeon jeongguk

This had been a massive scandal from the get-go. Not only were you and Jeongguk not married when rumors started to form that you were pregnant, but he was also 'way too young' to have a kid now and 'not in the right place in life yet' to be a father.

BigHit had kept quiet through it all, knowing that those weren't just rumors that people spewed, but the truth.

You were indeed pregnant. An accidental pregnancy that had shocked you and your boyfriend to the core, but after countless of nights crying and worrying, you've not just accepted it, but were looking forward to your baby.

The first few months were easy, a comeback had overshadowed the rumors and whenever they were doing interviews, BigHit made sure to tell the journalist not to ask any personal questions, or they'd be kicked out of the panels – they really had no mercy in that sense.

But there came a point where you just couldn't hide it anymore, unless you were to stay at home every single day till the day of the delivery.

And well, you didn’t.

You waited until Jeongguk was gone to leave, knowing that it'd be easier if it were just you, had taken precautions and worn a hat and a face mask... but these sasaengs, man.

You couldn't take fifteen footsteps until you heard screaming from a distance and a group of seven people charging at you with their phones up in the air, ready to take photos of your baby bump and expose it to the world.

Since you were still close to the entrance of your neighborhood, the security guard reacted perfectly, grabbed you by your upper arms and pulled you back in, closing the gate to Hannam Hill just in time and turned you around so that the girls wouldn't see your baby bump properly.

They were left standing and screaming at the fence, reaching through it like crazy zombies.

Rather scary, actually.

“You need to be careful, Ms. (Y/L/N),” the security guard warned as he walked you back to your apartment, “You can't just go out like this without precautions.”

“I just wanted to buy something for the baby,” you said sadly with slumped shoulders, “They have this limited Disney collection at Spao.. I just wanted to get something for my daughter.”

He let out a heavy sigh and watched you enter the building extremely upset.

Maybe it wasn’t his place, but when Jeongguk came home that night, he told him about the incident, wanting to make sure that he’d talk to you and make you understand that you couldn’t just go out like that without some sort of security.

And well, let’s just say Jeongguk’s father side really jumped out that night. He had you sit down on the couch and lectured you for nearly an hour without you saying a word.

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Sweethearts

Your high school graduation was just like the ones you’d seen in the movies. After excepting your diplomas in front of your families, you and your friends headed of to a random field for a bonfire and camping. It was a night you never wanted to forget. It was filled with old stories and laughter, nostalgic memories and wishes for the future. Most importantly it was spent with the boy you thought would be your one and only. Jungkook was supposed to be your forever. That was the night you lost your virginity to him.

It was awkward and uncomfortable, both of you fumbling to figure things out through messy kisses and rough grasps, but you wouldn’t have changed it for the world. You spent that night wrapped in each-other’s arms, dreaming of what the future could hold. It had all seemed so perfect, everything set out in front of you. Attending the same university, finding jobs in the same city and eventually marriage. It was all mapped out waiting for you… until it wasn’t.

Like most high school romances, it all fell apart. Not immediately, and not all at once. It started with little things: your workload got too heavy, his friends teased him, you both lashed out in frustration. By the end of the first semester, it became too much and after a long tear-filled goodbye you let each other go.

That was almost a year ago now. You had managed to avoid seeing him for the most part and were moving on well. Obviously, some of the rumours made their way to you:

“Did you hear Jeon slept with almost all of the drama girls before they found out about each other?”

“I heard he was so good none of them cared.”

“I mean his numbers that high at this point it makes you wonder doesn’t it….”

“Yeah, he must be a GOD in bed.”

You usually just shook your head at the giggling girls and moved on. It still hurt to think about him sometimes, but you breathed through the pain and got on with life.

One afternoon you are studying in a coffee shop on campus, not long before winter break. The essay you were working on was kicking your ass and you had decided a change in scenery would do you some good. Just as you take a sip of your drink, you realise it was a fatal mistake. Your eyes find each other instantly when he walks through the door with his buddies. You gulp down your drink and rush to return his grin with a somewhat confident look of your own. His hair is longer now, pulled back into a bun at the back but his bangs hang loose around his face, perfectly framing his deep eyes. He is more heartbreakingly beautiful now than he has ever been, It isn’t long until the moment you share is broken by a blonde throwing herself into his arms. She giggles and slaps at his biceps, chastising him about something you can’t hear. It feels like someone’s punched you in the stomach. Everything is too warm as you watch the way he basks in her attention, friends hollering in support of whatever’s happening. You don’t bother looking back at him as you pack your things away. That’s how you miss the way his smile faulters as he watches you leave.

Once home you abandon all plans of finishing your essay, instead reaching under your bed to pull out a dusty shoebox you hadn’t thought about since you’d put it there. You empty it’s contents on to the sheets. You stare at the remnants of your relationship scattered around you. Movie stubs, polaroids, and old gifts. You don’t realise you are crying until a droplet hits an image in front of you, smearing the handwritten caption on the bottom. You lift the picture to study it. Your past-self stares back, sat in his lap and folded in his loving embrace. His nose is scrunched, it’s the part of his smile that made you fall in love with him in the first place. The words at the bottom once read “Me and you forever baby” in his handwriting. Thanks to your tears, it now said “you forever baby.” In a sick way it made you laugh, now more accurate. You pick up the small pink bear he had once won for you out of habit, still finding comfort in its worn fur. Not pausing to tidy the items away again you curl into yourself and fall asleep.

It must be a few hours later when your awoken by someone banging at your door. You glance at the mess around you and try to make sense of what’s going on. Your alarm clock on the bedside table reads 00:00. That’s when you hear his voice through the wood.

“Y/N… let me in… please.” His words are a little slurred and he sounds upset, but there’s no mistaking the owner. You open the door and take in his puffy cheeks, evidence that he had been crying too. For a little while the two of you stare at each other, finally seeing the pain that had haunted you both for so long. It takes him shivering for you to realise you hadn’t let him in. you shuffle sideways, and he enters your apartment. You close the door and turn to face him, finding him leafing through the photos strewn across your bed he smiles fondly at the memories, lifting the same image you had been staring at a few hours prior.

“Do you remember this?” he questions, not wanting to get to the point of his surprise visit.

“Graduation.” You croak, voice still weak from crying. He collects the items and places them back into the box for you before sitting on the edge of your bed. You move to join him, careful to sit far away enough to enforce boundaries.

“Do you still love me?” the question catches you off guard, you’d spent months convincing yourself he had moved on. No one fucks half the campus without moving on from their past.

“What are you doing Kookie?” he cringes at the old nickname as you scold him. “Why are you doing this to me?” fresh tears form in your eye at this new form of torture. He reaches a hand to comfort you like he used to and then thinks better of it, dropping the limb back into his lap.

“I don’t know Y/N, all I do know is I can’t keep kissing strangers pretending they are you.” His eyes search yours for a response, but you are too shell shocked to react. “It hurts too much still. Every time I try to fill the void you left, I fail and end up hurting more than ever.”

“I… It ...It doesn’t work Jungkook, we tried, it wasn’t meant to be, it was too hard.” You try to reason with him despite every bone in your body demanding you do the opposite.

“Screw that! We should’ve tried harder. I will do anything to prove to you that we can still work… please just let me try.” This time when he reaches for you, he doesn’t hesitate, pulling you into him and kissing you passionately. You melt into his embrace, seduced by his words. Desperately clinging to every part of him you could reach. Trying to reclaim what you had lost. He falls backwards onto the sheets and you follow, straddling him, trapping him underneath you as you re-discover one another. His hands travel lower playing with the hem of your shirt before tugging it upward. You toss the fabric away from you and return to his lips, craving his taste. He takes you by surprise when he flips you. He had never been weak, but clearly his time in the gym was not going to waist. He leaves hot open-mouthed kisses from you chin to your cleavage paying close attention to the parts he remembers as the most sensitive.

You shiver under his touch as he pulls the lace cup of your bralette out of his way, nipping at the skin around your nipple. He plays with the bud for a while his hand absentmindedly playing with your other breast. Satisfied with his teasing he forges on, tugging the waist band of your pants with him. You lift your hips to help him remove the unwanted fabric and he makes quick work of it, soon returning to your now exposed core. He drags a finger up your slit before taking the wet finger into his mouth. Watching him savour the taste drove you insane. He let out a moan at the familiar flavour making you whine in response.

“I’m going to make you feel so good baby girl. So good that everything’s okay again.” You nod feverishly, wanting nothing more than to believe his words. He licks along your entrance collecting your juices on his tongue before sucking your clit into his mouth. You tried not to think about how he had gotten so good at what he was doing and focused on the pleasure. Soon he added two fingers to your dripping vagina, finding your most sensitive areas with ease. Whimpers tumble freely from your lips as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to stretch. The final straw comes when he ads the third finger, the stretch proving too much for you as he scissors the digits inside of you. You cum harder than you think you’ve ever cum before. He resurfaces once you’ve ridden out your high; his chin dripping with you. You don’t think he has ever looked better.

You grab at the top knot at the back of his head pulling the band loose and using the new length of his hair to your advantage. His face his back against yours in seconds. You can taste yourself on his lips. You tug at his long locks as he grinds himself against your leg, reminding you he is fully clothed. Suddenly displeased with his state of attire, your hands moved to undo the fly on his jeans. You slide one hand into his boxers, grasping at his length and pumping a little, trailing your fingertips along the underside. The bunny smile you love so much appears on his face as he pulls away from you, shedding his own clothes. You can’t help but let your eyes wander down his newly chiselled physique. The v at the bottom of his torso now much more prominent, a clear arrow to where you wanted to be most right now.

You make a grabby motion, and he chuckles, lowering himself back onto you. You try to gain the upper hand, attempting to flip the two of you back over so you could ride him freely. Unfortunately, he is prepared and stays firm, keeping you trapped under his weight. You pout at the inability to play.

“I want to make you feel good too.” He kisses your nose; it’d come off as patronising if it had been anyone one else.

“You can do that another time, right now I need to make you feel the way you’ve always deserved.” He punctuates his words by thrusting into you. He leans on one arm, using the free hand to rub at your clit as he sets a leisurely pace between your hips. You arch your back from the oversensitivity of your nerves, still recovering from the last mind-blowing orgasm. This only allows him better access to the most sensitive parts inside of you. The steady rhythm and assault on your clit have your second high appearing quickly. Unable to contain yourself you grasp onto his back leaving small half-moon indentations where your nails dig into his skin. The moan you let out is unearthly, making him moan in response. His grunts and the hitting of skin echo through the room as he speeds up in search of his own end.

It doesn’t take long for him to follow you to orgasm. Halting deep inside you, he releases and collapses on top of you. You let out a loud grunt at the weight and he laughs before rolling to the side and pulling you into his chest.

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i hope you and becomingbts are having a nice summer!! You deserve it after many stressfully chapters💛 I have a idea for a drabble too because namjoon didnt have a lot of part yet. Maybe they go out to the zoo for a date?🦘

Oh my god, this is the cutest little idea ever! 😭 I decided to let all of them tag along and go together, I hope you don't mind!

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The end of spring has always been your favorite season, the crisp morning air slowly turning into a warm breeze and fading into an almost hot noon.

The perfect time for a trip to the zoo - at least that's what Namjoon decides as he wakes all of you in the morning with a bright smile.

The two youngest boys almost beam out of bed at the thought of seeing wild animals, happily sharing a shower to "safe water"-even though all of you hear their muffled moans through the thin walls.

Jimin is excited to see the botanical garden and the pet zoo, heading over to the bakery to get some goods for a nice breakfast.

As Namjoon comes to wake you and Yoongi up, the older men's arms and legs tightly wrapped around you, his nose buried into the nape of your neck, soft breathing-and even slight purrs-hitting your exposed skin. "Y/N, love, wake up," Namjoon whispers as he kisses your forehead until you start to stir. He sits down on the side of your bed, gently caressing your head. "I planned a day at the zoo for us, everyone is coming."

You open your heavy eyes, smiling at your boyfriend and purse your lips, waiting for your good morning kiss. Namjoon complies with a whipped smile, then he looks over tp Yoongi.

It's sad, the fact that they didn't mate yet, but the time just hasn't come for them. Maybe one day.

"Make sure Yoongi gets up too, okay? I'm making some coffee and prepare some lunch for us to take."

Almost twenty minutes later, you come down into the kitchen with a clingy and sleepy Yoongi still wrapped around you. The maknaes laugh, but one sharp look from the blonde man is enough for them to shut up.

"'m sleepy. Don' wann' walk. Jus' wann' coffee," he makes grabby hands at the cup that Jimin prepares for him, sitting down next to you at the breakfast table, head already on his arms.

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"I want to see the tigers, Ggukkie, c'mon!" Taehyung grabs Jungkooks hand as he runs towards the direction of the wildcat area, earning a growl from Namjoon. "I thought we were going to stay together."

Yoongi, hair hidden unter his beanie and face mask over his face, shrugs. "I don't care, let the kids play. What do you want to see, Jimin?"

"I want to go to the pet zoo later, but I was kind of planning to sit down alone at the botanical area and maybe draw a little bit," the peach-haired men smiles sheepily. Namjoon sighs. "Sure, go ahead, we'll just meet at the pet zoo later." He kisses his boyfriend goodbye and looks at Yoongi and you. "And now?"

You smile tugging both of them with you. "The three of us will enjoy the zoo and see every animal, I don't mind walking through the entire place!"

Yoongi smiles at you and walks along. You're truly beautiful in your summer dress paired with some Air Force's that Jungkook got you a while ago. There's no makeup on your face, just the glow of sunscreen and carefreeness.

"Did you know that red pandas belong to the group of dogs? Amazing!" As soon as you arrived at the first shelter, Namjoon started rambling about every animal fact that he knew of. "Did you know that I don't care as long as they look cute?" Yoongi mutters and you giggle.

Namjoon gasps and points his finger at Yoongi. "Moron." Yoongi smirks. "Just because your head is as big as Jimmy Neutron's. IQ my ass, it's just a balloon in your head."

The bickering continues until you meet up with the rest of the boys at the pet zoo, Taehyung and Jimin are already inside the fence and busy themselves with the sheep to pet as Jungkook sips on a slushee.

"Cute," you squeal as you see a baby goose and run towarda the fence too, easily stepping in and kneeling down next to the small animal to pet it.

Jungkook and Yoongi busy themselves outside of it, sitting on a bench in the shade to takr a few pictures of you and your boyfriends.

Namjoon shily tries petting a sheep, but it keeps on ramming his head against his thigh until Namjoon sighs and gives up, heading over to look at the chickens.

There's a small cat that curiously watches Yoongi, hiding behind some flowers before slowly walking towards the two men who don't even see it coming. Then, with a quick jump, the cat settles on Yoongi's lap, who yelps. "Lord, what is this?" He pokes the cat with his finger, noticing that it starts purring instantly, using his two little front paws to hold Yoongi's finger and gently bites into it. Yoongi scowls. "Bad kitty," but he doesn't move, nor removes his finger.

Jungkook giggles quietly, taking pictures of Yoongi playing and cuddling with the kitten until the maknaes are coming back with loud screaming, scaring the kitten. It hisses, climbing up on Yoongi's shoulder and hides in the hood of his hoodie.

All of them coo at Yoongi and his new friend, teasingly joking about them, but Yoongi somehow doesn't mind right now, because he sees the adoration and love in their eyes and he just knows that he's safe with them.

"Can we get a kitten? Can't we just take this one home?" You ask your boyfriends, glancing at the small ball of fur that fell asleep with its head on Yoongi's shoulder.

"Maybe one day," Namjoon smiles, "when we're all moving into a bigger house, okay?" He looks at Yoongi with nothing but love in his eyes, causing the older to blush and shy away. Jungkook cooes and presses a kiss to both of their lips. "One day," he promises as well.

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Witchy stuff! Disclaimer: I am not a witch so please do not take my theory of theory seriously. This has been taken off first page of Google, which is where I did my research. First ironstrange x reader interaction & tony being sweet and stephen radiating wife energy.

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Whatever protection spell the book had, it was nuclear. Burn cream didn't do much in terms of numbing the pain; I had to wear gloves throughout my shift at the café, self-conscious about the skin peeling off my palms and the light, sensitive fingertips. Saying that the day was hellish would have been too kind.

My spirits were briefly lifted when one of my favourite mad scientists walked in, nose buried in a StarkPad - his chattier, more confident friend nowhere to be seen. Doctor Bruce Banner lifted his eyes from his work only to give a brief, polite smile and mumble his order, immediately resuming the poking of the screen.

"You forgot something last time," I couldn't suppress the grin. Sometimes routine was nice, comfortable. The napkin with unintelligible scribbles and formulas in my hand was transferred to Banner's pocket with a shy smile and a reddish tint to his cheeks, as if he didn't find himself in this very situation more often than not. "Is Mr. Stark okay?" I voiced my concerns, having noticed the recent, acute absence of the rowdy man in the café. Dr. Banner rarely came here alone and it was more of a telling exception than anything.

"Oh, Tony? Yes, he's fine," the scientist nodded absentmindedly. "He's on a small vacation with his boyfriend," the last part was said with puzzlement and incredulity and I had to remind myself that a forty-something scientist was unlikely to possess at least a halfway decent gaydar. I mean, I would have eaten my shoe if Tony Stark was 100% straight.

The fact that Tony having a boyfriend surprised Dr. Banner, who appeared to be one of Mr. Stark's best friends, was quite funny to me. "Good for him, he deserves it after saving the world, like, a bajillion times," I replied honestly, attempting to hide my good-natured snicker at Banner's obliviousness. Scientists, they just are a different breed, man.

The perplexion melted off Banner's face, leaving only supportive contentment. "That is correct," he nodded confidently, exchanging a bill for his matcha. "Thank you. And, uh, congrats on your new job," he added with another one of his not-quite shy smiles.

My cheerfulness vacated the premises shortly afterwards as I struggled to keep up with the endless stream of customers all the while my hands throbbed and burned under the nitrile gloves. I was ready to call it a day and just tell Jeremy I had an accident, but my pride wouldn't let me. I arrived at Odette's feeling less than stellar, running purely on spite and several cups of espresso.

It went about as good as expected, select few customers growing clouds over their heads at the slow pace I was assembling their orders: the fact that even witches had Karens of their kind was a fact that I found both amusing and alarming. It wasn't particular comfortable, knowing that I, or any other wait staff, was always at risk of being cursed for bringing them the wrong kind of cake or messing up their white suburban mom coffee.

"You could have asked, you know," Odette's slow drawl startled me out of the trance I'd put myself in to avoid focusing on the discomfort. "Come here, girl, I'll take care of it."

My face heated up immediately as I realized the tender skin of my grubby little hands was on full display. Odette must've put two and two together, seeing my sins written all over my scarred hands and my guilty face. Not wanting to invoke a negative reaction and get on her scary bad side, I let myself obediently trot into her office.

"I, uh," the eloquence of my speech - spectacular. I was ready to fall through the floor out of of shame.

"It happens sometimes," a round jar of what looked like buckwheat honey landed on the table. Odette massaged the thick gel into my palms with gentle circular motions, shushing my hums of pain in-between. "The book called for me in the same way it called to you. The only difference, it was my grandmother's at the time so the protection wards did not go off because I was family." My eyebrows rose at the calm in Odette's voice. Composed as ever, the witch looked more amused than upset by my little snooping stint.

The pain in my hands disappeared completely, a cool sensation I could only describe as minty enveloping them and spreading throughout my body. The chill was pleasant - I hadn't even realized my body had been running on higher-than-usual temperatures ever since I touched the book. Those protection wards Odette spoke of, they really packed a punch!

"I will teach you," she must've interpreted my stunned silence as curiosity, having made up her own mind in the seconds I was basking in my newfound relief. "We'll start slow. The transition from the material world into the spiritual isn't easy," Odette warned, locking her fingers, her magnetic eyes commandeering mine for utmost attention. "But it is incredibly rewarding. If you follow the rules, you will prosper. Our kind isn't plentiful these days, with people praying to gods that condone greed and selfishness," her lip curled in distaste. "Each one of us can make a large difference in this world. The opportunities you have been given need to be taken seriously."

My lip caught between my teeth as I mulled over the words my boss spoke with so my concern and conviction. Nothing in her speech sounded amiss; sure as she was, I was still mercifully given a choice. Odette's aura, that used to seem suffocating and dense, grew around me into a non-physical hug, a comfort akin to a mother supporting her child taking their first steps.

I eyed the sixty-something year-old, tall, imposing woman, scanning her for any deceitfulness, exhilaration and wariness sitting on my shoulders and whispering into my ears. True to myself, I gave into the side that craved and lived for adventure. "I would love to learn," hoping my voice conveyed the excitement and hopefulness of being a part of something special.

Odette smiled kindly. "I knew that," with a chuckle to herself, she reached into a set of drawers and extracted a few worn, plain notebooks. "Homework," the wink she threw at me instantly took ten years off her face. I couldn't even bring myself to sigh, only the sludge still covering my palms preventing me from making grabby hands in the direction of new information.

The bell rang before I could make another comment and I was let go with the instructions to wash my hands - and that's exactly what I did, having noted the short Asian man impatiently tapping his foot next to the front desk.

The man's name was Wong and he was the sole reason for my uncontrollable flares of temper during my work hours at the bodega. Odette herself avoided him like the plague, and for a good reason: his attitude was nothing short of conceited, as if the weird robes that he wore were some kind of a hall-pass to be a demanding asshole when it came to the store's wares.

Wong could spend up to forty minutes inspecting the baggies containing herbs and other knick-knacks, meticulously picking out what he considered best and curtly insulting the items he found to be lacking in quality. I was made aware he belonged to some sort of a sect or a cult of honest-to-god wizards; as if him looking like a worker of the Ministry of Magic didn't make that fact obvious. I was unpleasantly surprised at the fact that even witches, much like doctors, had elitist pricks among their kind - and Odette had the audacity to simply vanish whenever one of those robed people set foot in the shop, leaving me to use all my mental strength to try and not strangle the wannabe Karens.

I was willing to bet my favourite star-patterned scarf that Wong hexed the waiters who made him wait longer that he considered appropriate. I just knew it.

The anger, the frustration and at times, blind, total rage came in useful - and that was a surprise to me. According to Odette's notebooks, everyone had the potential to master magick - to an extent, each individual's threshold was, well, individual - but the more a witch was in tune with her emotions, her feelings, the higher the success rate of her spells grew.

The notebooks contained enough information for me to understand that Odette was considered a High Priestess (not to be confused with Head of the Coven - not all witches wanted to be a part of those) and the amount of power she held was quite impressive. No, she couldn't turn back time, she couldn't raise the dead; the people she helped and healed were, oftentimes, made well at the expense of her own life energy. It was an endless cycle of emptying a glass and refilling it back up. The deities lended a hand with that.

Some time after I'd gone through the theory, Odette encouraged me to choose a direction I was to study in depth; much like her, I was interested in the defensive rather than the offensive. Healing spells, protection wards and the occasional light hex to deter enemies from reoffending: I was disappointed but not surprised to learn the fact that curses and serious harm done to other people quite often backfired, harming the caster themselves as well as their victim.

I had always believed in karma, to a healthy extent, but these days I was that much more aware of how I treated those around me. That's not to say I became a pushover - I simply chose to smile rather than frown at the world and replaced my longing and envy with a sense of gratitude towards the things I already possessed. Just like Odette had said, layering the spiritual values over my material, earthly ones wasn't easy - it was hard work, and what prevented me from stopping when I felt exhausted was that it actually paid off.

As I got ready to cast my first serious spell, I ran through a mental checklist of things I developed - of sorts. Positive vibes only. Having vengeful intentions when warding off potential harm-doers was not only dangerous, it was counterproductive. Intentions mattered the most when casting a spell and I could end up killing all the innocent, stray cats in the area instead of making a burglar choose the neighbouring building some five months down the line.

The spell, I considered to be a success. The atmosphere in my home lightened, the dingy walls of my rental started radiating comfort and safety I hadn't felt since moving out of my parents' home. A slight tiredness persisted for a few days after the last candle burned out; Odette reassured that it was perfectly normal as I was a baby witch and my energy channels were adapting, growing to accommodate my newfound awareness and flow of cosmic energies that I was training to harness.

Next on my list was a personal protection charm, an antique silver locket adorned with stars I had scavenged in a local pawn shop. Odette had given me instructions on how to cleanse potential magical conductors: the amount of rings and jewelry she wore directly correlated to the power of a singular spell she could cast. There was a fine hairline between charging your accessories and letting them drain you and I learned to walk South of it the hard way, but as all learning processes go, eventually I found my middle ground and was successful.

My daily routine grew small rituals like the forest trees grew moss. Slow and steady, I was transitioning from a curious baby witch into a self-sufficient practitioner of magic. Sounds crazy, I know, coming from someone who could barely believe into aliens until Thor himself had walked into the coffee shop and ordered a latte, but as all things do in life - I changed.

Working the morning shift allowed me to discreetly place a few of the good-luck charms I had made during my most recent creative stint. While they didn't have a direct effect on the customers or their tipping habits, the atmosphere on the cafe's premises had lightened enough that even Jeremy's usually sour face tipped more towards neutral these days.

The smile blossomed on my face without effort as I caught the tell-tale bespoke suit and sunglasses of the man waltzing through the doors of the café as if he owned the place. "Nice to see you, Mr. Stark. Enjoy your vacation?" I asked the smirking man, giving a respectful once-over to the tall, lithe man holding onto his shoulder.

"It's Tony," the happiness was radiating off him in waves. "Missed my favourite coffee shop and the world's nicest barista," he winked at me, causing the man behind him snort, steely blue eyes studying me in turn. "Had to introduce my two favourite people," the engineer took a step back, parting his arms with a flourish gesture. "Stephen, Starlight. Starlight, Stephen," he spoke before rattling off his usual order. And a cake on top.

I gave an amused grin to the man obviously humoring his significant other, as Stephen mock-bowed in my direction. "You're right, how could we be together without the approval of your favourite barista?" Stephen had his wits. I decided I definitely liked him. "Starlight? Is that a nickname or were your parents hippies?" Okay, witty bordering on rude. Was Stephen a lawyer?

"Now, now, honey," the crinkles around Tony's eyes deepened as he barked out a laugh. "No need to be jealous. We're all adults here, we can share. There's enough of me for everyone."

I rolled my eyes, easily slipping into the familiar banter. "Speak for yourself, Mr. Stark. I'm very selfish," I cocked an eyebrow, tilting my head to the side and pretending to size up Stephen. "You've outdone yourself this time," Stephen's eyebrows rose. The line between 'sizing up' and 'checking out' was so very fine and I walked it well, a quiet sort of confidence that had bloomed within me at the recent events in my life letting me be slightly bolder that allowed myself to be before. "I'd have to be the Devil myself to break up such a blessed union. My congratulations," my smirk grew into a warm smile as Tony beamed at me in return, content on showing off his most recent acquisition.

Who, by the way, looked a little bit lost. Evidently, Stephen did not expect such a degree of familiarity between me and Tony; which was, to be honest, most likely what had him returning to the establishment over and over. Come for the coffee, stay for the company. Or how was it?

The energy between Tony and Stephen was electric. There was something undoubtedly attractive, magnetic even, about the tall, steely-eyed man, something similar to Odette's charismatic pull but without the overwhelming ossification of the air around her. Even putting aside the fact that Stephen was a visually stunning person with his sculpted phisique and high, sharp cheekbones, he commandeered the attention to himself without even uttering a word. Definitely a lawyer, with how the type could hold the whole courtroom together with a single look.

The early birds on a Friday were few and in-between; the three of us chatted as the two men sipped their coffees with muted noises of joy. According to Tony, Fiji was delightful this time of the year. Oblivious to everything around him, the engineer rambled about his ventures without a care in the world as his partner looked up to him with earnest happiness and I- well, I wished I could go to Fiji, hot boyfriend optional. The weather in NYC was slowly becoming dreary: I did not look forward to winter sludge and the traffic congestions that it created.

"And I love what you've done with the interior. Those cat statues? Charming," Tony rambled, pointing out the good-luck charms I'd placed all over the café. Small knick-knacks I carefully selected to match the overall vibe of the room. "Tell Jeremy I send my regards. Appreciate the lack of paps, too," he winked at me, looking visibly relieved.

"Huh?" The rag in my hands froze. "I haven't seen a single paparazzi around here, since, like, ever," I admitted, puzzled.

"And I appreciate it. Ever since our thing became public knowledge, they've been hounding me wherever I go," the eyeroll Tony made was truly powerful. "Whatever you're doing, keep doing it," and again, the engineer winked at me, apparently having made some assumptions of his own. "I won't tell if you won't."

The puzzlement persisted within me all throughout my shift. I lived in NYC, for fuck's sake, I wasn't unfamiliar with how things ran around here.

Every establishment I worked in had been swarmed with the annoying, persistent celebrity hunters at some point - and yellow press and paparazzi were, by far, the worst. Some of the greedier ones could go as far as to shove simple folk out of the way or order a cup of coffee with their camera hiding under the tablecloth to sneak in a juicy picture of a celebrity just trying to have their brunch in peace. I hated those vultures with a passion; their negative energy, their lack of morals when it came to hunting for a new scandal that would make them a few hundred bucks.

The only way to even slightly deter them was to repeatedly call the cops on them for public disturbance. I'd done it once or twice, egged on by Jerry and his worry of losing profit - after all, there were establishments known specifically for high rates of celebrity sightings and if any of the superheroes wanted to make an appearance, they would just go there for their cup of overpriced coffee and defrosted sponge cake. Our café was strictly for comfort and leisure - a rare thing me and my boss actually agreed upon.

As I said warm goodbyes to my favourite engineer and his newfound, dashing boyfriend, the cat statues stared at me in mute satisfaction, their hollow eyes radiating smugness and their immobile mouths stretched in what looked like pure, mocking mischief.

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Nightmares and Angels

Requested by anonymous

Summary: The littlest Winchester has been experiencing hallucinations and nightmares of her brothers covered in blood. Can a certain whiskey eyed angel come to the rescue?

Words: 2,123

Warnings: Blood, Hallucinations, Nightmares. Reader has PTSD. Possible misrepresentation of mental illness. (I personally don’t have many experiences with PTSD or hallucinations so take everything here with a grain of salt.) 

It was late. And you found yourself milling around the bunker. Again. Trying to find anything to occupy your time with in order to avoid going back to your room. You were positive that if you went to bed you’d have nightmares. You’d been having them a lot recently. Along with some other... issues that you’d yet to address. Today had been especially difficult for you in that regard. Your older brother Dean had been in the kitchen making dinner when you had another one of your ‘attacks’ as you called them. 

“You want bacon on your burger?” Dean turned away from the veggies he’d been chopping to face you. You were seated at the kitchen table, nose buried in a book and just enjoying your brother's company when he had asked. Being caught off guard by the question, you let out a little ‘huh?’ “The burger.” Dean repeated. “You want bacon on it or- Ah shit!” He exclaimed suddenly. You stood from your chair to check on your brother when you saw it. A steady trail of red streamed from his thumb onto the cutting board. Apparently Dean had nicked his finger while he was distracted. You froze in place. Images flashed rapidly before you as Dean grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding. You watched in horror as the blood seeped through the towel. Slowly, it continued to spread until it was running as a steady steam down his arm pooling around his shoes. You took an unsteady step back, priming yourself to run out the door when a pair of fingers snapped in front of you. Dean was staring at you with concern. Hand wrapped in a towel completely devoid of blood. “I said can you get me a bandaid?” Dean asked. Watching you curiously as you stood there. Shaking off your latest trance, you gave Dean a sharp nod before turning to locate your first aid kit.

It wasn’t always like this. Some days were just worse than others. You had gotten so accustomed to seeing your brothers steeped in blood that you had started to see it even when it wasn’t there. Your brothers didn’t know about this. No one did. And you intended to keep it that way. They always looked as though they had the weight of the world on their shoulders and you couldn't bear to stress them out more with your personal problems. You sighed as you wandered into the kitchen. It was empty now. Your brothers had gone to bed hours ago, meaning you could roam around freely without your brothers worrying about why you were up so late. Knowing you’d be awake for a while longer, you decided to brew some coffee. You were pouring yourself a steaming cup of coffee when you heard wings flap behind you.

“Is that for me? Oh sweetheart, you shouldn’t have.” Gabriel speaks in your ear as his arms wrap around you to pull the cup out of your hand. You roll your eyes as you turn to face him. You cross your arms as you stare at the angel who has been your best friend since he’d been ‘brought back to life’. A smug smirk graced his lips as he kept your beverage from you.

“Gabe, that drink does not have nearly enough sugar for it to be for you.” You sass him as you reach out to take your cup back, but he continues to withhold it from you. 

“I’ll tell you what, you give me a little sugar right now and you’ll get this drink back.” You cross your arms and groan in annoyance as the mischievous angel taps a finger to his cheek. “Come on hon, one little kiss and I’ll stop buggin’ ya. Besides, I’ve been gone for weeks! Don’t you wanna welcome me home?” It is true that he had been gone for quite a while. He and Cas had been working overtime in heaven trying to keep the lights on. Uncrossing your arms, you sigh in mock defeat as you step closer to give your favorite angel a kiss on the cheek. He lets out a dramatic gasp as you give him a quick peck. You turn your face slightly to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks. If Gabriel notices your sudden bashfulness, he doesn’t say anything.

“You only get a kiss because I did miss you.” You mutter quietly. Gabe gives you a soft, genuine smile. “Now can I have my drink back?” You raise your arms and make little grabby motions with your hands as you wait for Gabe to give your drink back.

“Hell no!” He basically shouts, showing no concern for the other sleeping tenants of the bunker. He swiftly raises his right hand and snaps the coffee out of existence. Your arms fall to your sides as you regard your friend with a look of betrayal. You open your mouth to whine at him before being quickly cut off. “You have any idea what time it is, sugar? You don’t need coffee. You need sleep.”

“You promised you’d give it back.” You said, giving Gabriel your best pout. Maybe your patented Winchester puppy dog eyes would distract the angel from the lateness of the hour.

“Honey.” Gabriel’s voice was suddenly lacking that playful tone from before. “I know you and the rest of the mystery gang are used to burning the midnight oil, but you need to take care of yourself. Are you guys even on a case right now?”

“No.” You muttered quietly. “But!”

“But nothin’ sweetheart. You gotta go to bed. Unless there's something you’re not telling me?” Gabriel had suspected that something had been up with you for a while, but damn if you weren’t a tough cookie to crack. You just huffed out a little sigh before saying goodnight to Gabriel and heading to your room. You were certainly not interested in explaining your lack of sleep to Gabe. You figured that you could probably get away with loading up Netflix on your laptop and staying up a bit longer, but Gabe was right. You desperately needed sleep. Chuck knows you’d been lacking it for the past couple weeks. You resign yourself to your fate as you get ready for bed. Maybe with Gabe in the bunker, the dreams won’t be so bad you think to yourself as your eyes slide closed.

-

Sam was suddenly woken to the sound of your screams. His bedroom being situated directly across from yours gave him the benefit of being the first one to hear your destress. In less than a second, your brother sprung up from his bed, blankets violently tossed to the side as he rushed toward your room. Once he was in the hall, he shouted once for Dean, but didn’t linger to wait for him. Instead, Sam burst into your room, shotgun in hand. Expecting some sort of intruder, Sam was caught off guard when all he found was you screaming and writhing blindly on your mattress. 

“Y/N!” Sam shouted your name as he rushed to your side. Jostling your shoulder in order to wake you, your brother watched in horror as your eyes opened suddenly, falling upon his face. Instead of his presence soothing you as he thought it would, you instead jerked away from his touch and let out a scream of what he could only describe as haunting despair. From your perspective, you weren’t seeing your sweet brother Sammy as you normally would. Instead, you watched as your brother’s face was covered in blood and contorted in anguish. Desperate to get away from this haunting image, you pulled away from his grasp and pinned yourself to the headboard of the bed. As far away from your concerned brother as possible. Vaguely you recognized that he was speaking to you, but you couldn’t pull away from your panic long enough to hear him. All you could do was stare at the blood pouring down his face, repeatedly jerking away from him each time he tried to touch you or otherwise get near you. A few moments later, you were curled into a ball on your bed when the door swung open once more. It was Dean. He stood there staring at you with a worried expression similar to Sam’s, apparently having heard the ruckus you’d made. But you couldn’t focus on that. All you could see was the copious amounts of blood dripping from what appeared to be a stab wound right where his heart was. Just like when Sam approached, you jerked away from Dean when he got near you. You were unable to do anything in this moment other than tremble and sob at the horrific images of your bloodied brothers before you. You truly tried to calm yourself, but nothing seemed to soothe you. And the presence of your brothers were just making your stress worse. You couldn’t get the picture of your blood soaked brothers out of your head. Subconsciously, you desperately cried out to the only being you thought might be able to save you. You didn’t even register the new presence in your room until you felt the bed dip. Your head jerked up, frantically searching for the new intruder when you saw Gabe. He wasn’t covered in blood or half dead. He was just your Gabriel. You let out a little cry of relief when you saw him. Instantly moving to crawl into his lap for comfort.

“Hey hon, what’s going on?” You hear him whisper as he wraps his arms around you. From your spot in his lap, you couldn’t see the confusion and worry on his face as he tried to figure out what was happening.

“I can’t- I can’t make them stop!” Your voice sounds pathetic to you as you speak frantically. Gabe runs his hand through his hair, not entirely sure what to do. 

“What’re you talking about? What won’t stop?” His hand falls to your head and he lets his fingers card through your hair as you whimper into his chest.

“The hallucinations! I can’t make them go away.” With your head buried in his chest, you don’t see the grim look Gabriel sends your brothers. Your brothers turn to share a look as if to say ‘Did you know about this?’

“What’re you seeing?” He turns his attention back to you. He kept his voice gentle as he spoke to you, not wanting to spook you more than you already are.

“Sam and Dean. Covered in blood. Oh God make it stop.” The trickster was positive he felt his heart break when you said this. He knew you’d been having some sort of problem that you weren’t sharing with him, but he never imagined it was anything this severe. And according to the shocked looks on your brother’s faces, they hadn’t known either. He sucks in a breath and steadies himself, wanting to be confident for you.

“Look again.” He speaks calmly. And you pull away to look him in the eyes for the first time since he arrived. You let out  a little ‘what?’ He’s patient as he speaks to you. “Look at your brothers again. It’ll be okay. I promise.” Hesitantly you do as he says. You turn your head to look at Sam and Dean as they stand helplessly in the corner of your room. Clearly unsure how to help you. To your shock, they looked completely normal. A little ruffled from getting out of bed so suddenly, but they didn’t have a speck of blood on them.

“Ho-how?” You can’t wrap your head around the sudden change. 

“A little angel magic. As long as I’m here, you won’t have to worry about those pesky images.” You let out a little sob as you hugged him with renewed vigor. Gabe cuddled into bed with you and when you seemed calm enough, your brothers left the two of you alone. Dean was grumbling a bit about leaving his little sister alone with the trickster but Sam just shoved him out of the room. You were sure that they were going to have a long talk with you tomorrow, but for now they seemed content to just let you relax.

“Gabriel?” He let out a distracted ‘hmm?’ as his fingers continued to comb through your hair.

“Stay with me tonight?” You spoke so quietly that if Gabe hadn’t been an angel, he wasn’t sure he would’ve heard you.

“Anything for you, sweets.” The two of you made your way under the covers. You laid your head on Gabriel’s chest and slowly allowed yourself to succumb to sleep. Knowing that for the first time in months, you would be getting a peaceful sleep.

[corvus--rex]

Semi-abandoned for now. I have a vague idea of the endgame, but absolutely no middle or coherent plot. It was originally meant to be another Omegaverse (which it still may be, idk rn), so it's a little weird not in that context. This one is modern magic and Lance and Keith are about 400 year old witches.

~*~*~*~

Crash. The sound of metal on metal. Muffled cursing. This was not what Keith was expecting to hear when he let himself into his apartment after closing the shop alone because Lance said he needed to work on a project. But that’s what he heard. And it was coming from the kitchen. He couldn’t help the soft snicker that escaped him as he kicked his shoes off and dropped his keys on the table. He silently padded across the living room to the kitchen, leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed. His boyfriend Lance had dropped onto the kitchen island. Supporting his weight on his elbows, he stared intently at his tablet while surrounded by disaster.

“Need some help with your project?” Keith asked, lips twisted in an amused smirk.

Lance shot up. His expression passed from panic to relief in a split second. “I have no idea how I managed to fuck this up. So, yes. Yes, I do.”

With a twist of his fingers, Keith cleaned up the mess Lance had made. Dishware was instantly cleaned and returned to shelves and cabinets, ingredients slotted back into place, utensils placed back into drawers. He sauntered into the kitchen and directly up to Lance, wrapping his arms around his long-time boyfriend and gently kissing him.

“Now,” he said, “How about I take care of dinner for us?”

Lance dropped his head on Keith’s shoulder. “Please. You’d think I would have figured this out after three hundred years.”

Keith just laughed. “Kitchen magic has never been your strong suit, love.”

“Well aware. But this was something Hunk sent me, so I figured that I’d at least be able to figure that one out.” He couldn’t hide the pout in his voice.

“Well, maybe all three of us can work on that. Do you not remember how much I used to suck in the kitchen?”

Lance snorted. “If by suck you mean how many hearths did you blow up, then yes.”

“Asshole. Anyway,” Keith said pointedly, “I’ll get started here if you could set the table.”

“Absolutely,” Lance answered. He kissed the tip of Keith’s nose before twirling away with a light laugh. He snapped his fingers, directing tableware across the kitchen to the table. He jumped, plates and silverware faltering in the air before returning to their path, when Keith smacked his ass on the way by. Lance let out a high-pitched scoff in mock offense. “Don’t make me drop everything!”

Keith just laughed again, violet eyes skimming over the tablet’s screen.

Elsewhere in the city of Altea, a lone figure sat at a workbench, hunched over the worn, pitted surface. Their hands passed over the herbs and crystals laid over a complex sigil, fingers twisting in precise, intricate motions. The lines of the sigil flared to life, silvery blue twining with pale lavender. The herbs smoldered to ash around the crystals, which absorbed the herbs’ essence and the light from the sigil, refracting the light around the room in a twisted, sickly rainbow. The crystals cracked, the lines breaking the rainbows into fractured pieces scattered across the walls. The cracks spread, splintering the crystals until they crumbled to a coarse sand and fell back to the bench’s surface. The figure chuckled softly, a wide grin spread across their face. The crystal sand rose and floated into a waiting glass bowl, raining down on a pair of miniature portraits.

Both portraits dated from the eighteenth century. One held the image of a pale young man in soft pink, raven hair pulled into a low ponytail tied with a black ribbon, the other of another young man with deep golden skin dressed in powder blue, soft, deep brown curls tied back with a navy ribbon.

The figure ran fingertips along the glass. “Soon it will all be over,” they whispered, voice hoarse with disuse.

“Oh, fuck me. Lance, we’re late,” Keith yelled as he sat up in bed the next morning.

Lance rolled out of bed, startled awake. He checked his alarms that should have woken him already. All three of them were turned off. He also noticed that they only had ten minutes before they needed to leave to get to the shop in time to open. “I’ll call Pidge. She’s closer and knows what to do. Um, my alarms were all turned off. Are yours ok?”

Keith grabbed his phone while pulling a shirt on. He checked, and his alarms were also turned off. “No. They’re all off. What the fuck?”

“I don’t know,” Lance answered, pulling pants on with his phone tucked into his shoulder, “Oh Pidge, there you are. Hey, our alarms didn’t go off. We’re on our way, but can you open up for us?”

“What? Um, sure. I’ll be right there,” Pidge answered sleepily, “You owe me coffee for this.”

“Totally. Thanks, Pidgey.” He hung up, tossing his phone on the bed. “She says we owe her coffee, but she’ll do it.”

“Oh, thank fuck. We’ll swing by Allura’s on the way. Not like we have time for breakfast anyway,” Keith said, coming back into the bedroom with his shoes.

The pair finished dressing, ensuring they had everything they needed for the day. Keith reached for the table by the door for his keys, finding the table’s surface empty. The floor around and under the table was also devoid of keys. He searched his old leather bag, still coming up empty.

“You haven’t seen my keys, have you?” he asked.

“No, but I have mine. They’ll turn up. They’re probably just behind something. We’ll find them, don’t worry about it,” Lance said soothingly while rubbing his knuckles in circles on Keith’s back.

“Yeah,” Keith sighed, “Well, we’d better get going.”

Keith settled into the passenger seat as Lance pulled out of the garage, still upset about the alarms and his keys. He knewhe’d dropped the keys on the table the night before and was at a complete loss as to where they could be. And the thing with their alarms being turned off. That was even stranger. Soon he was lost in thought, his brain attempting to pick apart the how and why. Lance knew better than to interrupt the train of thought, especially at this hour. He let it go until they pulled up in front of Café Oriande.

“Hey, we’re here,” he said, nudging Keith’s leg.

Keith snapped his attention from the window and his thoughts. “Hm? Oh. Yeah.”

“Ok. I admit that the alarm thing is weird, but the keys will turn up. It’s not the first time shit like that’s happened, and it’s definitely not the last time. Please, stop worrying about it.”

“I’ll try, but no promises.”

Lance laughed. “That’s about as much as I expected. Come on, let’s go get breakfast and fuel for the beast.”

Keith snorted. “Just don’t let her hear you call her that.”

“No thanks. I value my life.”

Walking into Oriande, they immediately spotted Allura behind one of the two espresso machines. She had her thick silver hair wrapped in a braided bun that day, her dark skin standing in stark contrast to the blue and pink of her uniform t-shirt and white apron that never showed the slightest sign of wear. Beside her at the other machine was the perky blonde barista Romelle. Coran backed out of the kitchen carrying a fresh tray of pastries, followed by Romelle’s brother Bandor toting a full ice bucket. Coran wove his way through two new faces Lance and Keith had never seen before.

Allura looked up as they came in. “Lance! Keith! I didn’t expect to see you until later!” she shouted from her position.

Romelle looked up from the drink she was making and waved excitedly with her usual bright smile. Bandor turned around, greeting the pair with a wave of the now empty ice bucket. Coran finished refilling the display case leaving the tray on the counter.

“And how are you two today?” he asked cheerily.

“Yeah, we’re running a little late today. Pidge is opening for us,” Lance said to Allura before answering Coran, “We’re good, other than that.”

“Speaking of Pidge, our resident gremlin demanded a caffeinated tribute,” Keith added.

“Oh!” Allura said, coming to the counter by the registers, “You have to meet our new recruits. This delightful girl is Merla,” she gently held the shoulders of the magenta-haired girl at the register before tapping the man behind her, “And this is my cousin Tavo.”

Tavo turned around from the drip coffee machines behind the register. He was taller and darker than Allura, his ink-dark dreads pulled up into a high ponytail. He nodded in greeting. “Always good to meet Allura’s friends,” he said before returning to the coffee machines.

“So, I heard something about a caffeine tribute?” Allura asked.

“Yeah, Pidge is opening the shop for us,” Keith answered.

“And your usual teas, or do you need something stronger?”

“Nah, tea’s fine,” Lance said, “But we will need rocket fuel for the gremlin.”

“And Coran’s magical pain au chocolat,” Keith added.

Allura snorted at the double meaning and went about filling their order.

Breakfast in hand, Allura waved them out of the café. Keith held his very large cup in both hands, adjusting the tea’s temperature to something immediately drinkable. It was half gone by the time they reached their metaphysical shop Marmora. It had been named in honor of the first coven Keith had been a part of. One that was long gone, lost to the mists of the past.

Pidge, who was a part of their current coven, made sleepy grabby hands at the coffee cup in Lance’s hand as he and Keith walked in to the shop. She tripped over herself clambering down from the tall chair behind the counter, nearly faceplanting into the old wood floor. Lance held the cup just out of her reach.

“Gimme my coffee, asshole,” she grumbled.

“I’ll do you one better,” he answered, handing her the cup and one of the boxes containing Coran’s pain au chocolat.

Pidge grabbed both, cradling them to her chest as she darted back to the chair, climbing the rungs, and settling herself cross-legged in the seat, her coffee between her legs as she tore into the pastry.

“Remind me not to feed her after midnight,” Keith said.

“I can hear you,” Pidge said through pastry and chocolate. She took a long sip of her coffee before becoming slightly more human. “So, what happened with the alarms?” she questioned.

“No idea. But all our alarms were turned off and my keys disappeared. I’ll do a summoning spell when we get home.”

“Yeah,” she answered through more pastry, “But that alarm thing is fuckin’ weird.”

“No argument there,” Lance said.

Pidge dropped the empty box in the trash beside her and made grabby hands at Lance and Keith again. “Gimme your phones, I’ll check them over.”

They both put their phones down on the wood counter. Pidge may not have been as old as they were, but she was a highly accomplished witch. She also had an almost preternatural gift for mundane technology. If there was any meddling with their phones, magical or otherwise, she’d find it.

She laced her fingers together and stretched her arms, cracking her knuckles. Fluttering fingers stilled, passing over the darkened screens. Both came to life, Pidge’s magic searching through their inner workings. A dark iridescence like an oil slick spread across both screens, filling them.

“Oh, fuck. Who’d you two piss off? This is pretty strong shit,” she said, staring at the devices in horror.

“No one that we know of,” Keith replied, “Not lately anyway.”

Pidge gave him an unimpressed look. “Define ‘lately’.”

“Fifty years or so?” he guessed.

“Ooh. Yeah, but that got taken care of. That bitch colossally fucked up and managed to drain her own magic. Do you have any idea how hard that is?” Lance added, remembering the incident.

“Very.”

“How very?” Pidge asked.

“Nearly impossible. So that would make it more like a hundred years ago, maybe a little more. I think it was about the turn of the twentieth century, right?” Keith turned to Lance for confirmation.

“Yeah, about then. But that wasn’t to do with us directly. We just got caught up in it.” Lance dismissed the idea with a flutter of his fingers. “Doesn’t matter anyway. No one’s heard from them since then. Like, at all. They vanished completely.”

Pidge was downing her coffee at an alarming rate, but put her cup down at that. “I need you to tell me everything that happened.”

“Tonight,” Keith said, “This might take a while, and I don’t want to get interrupted. Can you break that in the meanwhile?” He indicated his and Lance’s phones.

“I can try, but no promises,” she answered, taking them and her coffee to the back room.

Keith moved around to the other side of the counter, duplicating the chair for Lance. They both settled in, Keith leaning back with his tea. Lance licked the molten chocolate off his finger and turned back to Keith.

“I really hope this doesn’t have anything to do with them. If it does, we may be totally fucked.”

Keith nodded in agreement, then sat up. “But wait, didn’t the others abandon him immediately after that? He’d gone so far over they wanted nothing to do with him anymore. They went into hiding to protect themselves from him, like we did for a while. If anything, it’ll be him on his own.”

“That might be even worse. No one to hold him back after over a hundred years? We need to warn everyone involved.”

Keith put his cup down and got up, wrapping himself around Lance. “Not yet. We need to be sure it’s him first. This could have nothing to do with him. I don’t know who else would want to get at us, but we can’t just go off because of something like this. We’ll figure it out.”

Lance returned the embrace, burying his face in Keith’s shoulder. “Yeah, you’re right. We’ll let Pidge work and see what she comes up with.”

Ten minutes later, when Keith and Lance were finishing their tea, the door to the back room flew open, bouncing off the wall with a crack of electricity.

“OW! Shit! Sorry!” Pidge yelled, and pulled the door closed from her seat.

~*~*~*~

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[bunnyywritings]

uncle kei

𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥

[a/n: here’s part one of the tsukki fic for the raffle winner, enjoy!! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Your job is what motivated you to wake up every morning. You absolutely loved seeing those cute little faces everyday. They were your kids, and you spoiled them like they were your own.

It was monday morning, so you got to the school a little earlier than normal to make sure everything was in order to start the week. Unloading your things from your car, you made your way to your classroom, surprised to see your door unlocked and open, the lights inside on. Making your way inside, you were met with the comical sight of Sugarawa sitting in the tiny chairs used by your kindergarten class. Laptop open in front of him and coffee in hand.

"Well good morning!" You giggled as you placed your things on your desk while a gasp followed by violent coughing echoed in the empty classroom.

"Geez (y/n)! Why'd you sneak up on me like that?!” You scoffed and playfully rolled your eyes at his exaggerated reaction. “I can’t believe you’re so mean to me. After I went out of my way to get you coffee.” He pouted as he took another sip from his cup. You then saw the cup of iced coffee sitting next to him.

Sugarawa and you met at Uni, both of you had been in the same child development class and instantly became friends. He had gotten a job here as a kindergarten teacher before he called you a year later saying that the other teacher finally retired and there was an opening. The pair of you were hands down the youngest staff members there.

Everyone was lowkey highkey jealous of the aesthetically pleasing classrooms you had set up and of how well behaved your students always were. The both of you talked about lesson plans and whatnot before he decided to go to his classroom, which was right across from yours, to get ready for the day. You could feel yourself becoming happier as the kids were starting to get dropped off by their parents, you stood by the door to greet them before they left for the morning.

“Miss (y/n)!!” You grinned as the energetic little boy ran to you, hugging your legs excitedly.

“Good Morning Hiro! It’s so good to see you!” You softly patted his head. “Why don’t you head inside. Class will start soon.”

“Okay Miss (y/n).” He agreed before turning to his dad. “Bye papa!” Tadashi leaned down and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, bidding him a goodbye before he ran into the classroom.

“How’s your morning been Mr. Yamaguchi?”

“It surprisingly went smoother than other mornings.” He sighed while smoothing down his shirt. “I do have to tell you, I won’t be picking Hiro up today. His uncle will be picking him up.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Thank you for letting me know. Have a good day Mr. Yamaguchi.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Tadashi. We’re the same age.” He chuckled light heartedly.

“Oh r-right.” You flushed slightly in embarrassment. “Have a good day T-Tadashi.” He grinned and excused himself.

It was strange to think that someone your age already had a son, and such a sweet one at that. It made you question whether you were doing this whole “adult thing” correctly. You shrugged off the feeling once the bell rang and shut the door.

“Alright kiddos! Who’s ready to learn?” You shouted excitedly which was returned with squeals and giggles of delight.

It was a pretty easy day, surprisingly there were no problems today. No one got glue stuck in their hair or forgotten their snack at home. Before you knew it, the dismissal bell rang and the kids were being picked up. Almost all had been picked up, all but one.

You turned and looked at the boy with soft eyes. Hiro was sat in the bean bag chair with a book in his hands, he was clearly struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Do you wanna take a nap while you wait for your uncle, Hiro?” He jolted awake at your soft voice and pouted, nodding at the suggestion of a nap. He made grabby hands and you couldn’t help but give in. You picked him up and placed him on the little couch you had in the ‘reading corner,’ placing your jacket over him as a makeshift blanket, giving him a ruffle of the hair before going to sit at your desk.

While busying yourself with answering emails and working on lesson plans, you hadn’t noticed that two hours had passed since school was dismissed. Glancing over at Hiro with a sad smile. He was still asleep, a little bit of drool leaving the corner of his mouth. You went to pick up the receiver and call Tadashi when there was a tug on the locked door and a muffled curse behind it.

Cautiously, you went to unlock the door and open it a crack. You were met with the sight of a tall man, blonde hair and in some black slacks and a long sleeve button up.

“Are you Hiro’s uncle?” You asked quietly. He flinched at the sudden sound of your voice as he turned around.

“Yeah, I-“ he froze, eyes widening as he got a good look at you. You were younger than he expected, and way more attractive than he expected. You could say the same yourself. You couldn’t help but get lost in his beautifuly golden eyes. “I uh I’m sorry for being so late. I got caught up with work.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Oh it’s no worries.” You smiled, tone reassuring and understanding. “I’ll go get him for you.” You disappeared behind the door. Scooping little Hiro up in your arms and grabbing his backpack as you made your way to the semi open door. Using your foot to open it wider, Tsukishima watched as you smiled softly down at the child in your arms.

“I didn’t have the heart to wake him from his nap.” He instantly went to grab Hiro from you and resting him on his hip, grabbing the little red backpack from you.

“Miss (y/n)....” Hiro whined sadly, hands reaching out to you.

“It’s okay Hiro.” You cooed softly, reaching up to brush his messy bangs back. “Your uncle is here so I’ll see you tomorrow okay? Remember to bring your sports shoes so you can play soccer with the others.” Tsukishima couldn’t help but be entranced by the way you interacted with Hiro, he was convinced that you were an angel.

“Sorry if I caused you any inconvenience.” He bowed as much as he could with a kid in his arms.

“Oh!” You were flustered at the sudden apology. “It’s quite alright, I understand that work can be unpredictable.” You weren’t used to having attractive guys sparing you any time, much less have one apologize to you. He bid a goodbye and walked towards the parking lot.

You closed the door and leaned against it, blush burning your cheeks as you ran across to Sugarawa’s classroom and bursting in.

“Woah! What’s gotten into you?” He chuckled as he wiped down a table.

“I may or may not have just seen the most attractive guy...literally ever.”

“Oh?” Now he was intrigued. “And who might that be?”

“One of my students’ uncle.” His eyes widened in surprise before breaking out into a laughing fit.

“It’s not funny Koushi! I’m serious!” You angrily pouted.

“Who’s uncle was it?”

“It was Hiro’s.” You bit your lips. That’s when realization hit him.

“Hiro Yamaguchi?”

“Yeah? Why? What’s wrong?”

He was grinning suspiciously. Before shrugging in denial. “Absolutely nothing.”

You didn’t believe him.

[etoileholland]

Hold me close, I’ve never been so far from home.

Pairing: Tom and female reader

Warnings: a sprinkling of bad words, anger

Word count: 3.5k 

Quarantining with the boys had been quite fun. You and the boys had watched a lot of movies together, played a lot of games, and have spent a lot of time watching the boys tend to the chickens. There was only one small dilemma, you were stuck in the UK with them.

You were from overseas, and about two months before lockdown you decided to take a vacation to London. There, you met Tom and had instantly fallen in love with each other. He figured that he could at least spend some time with you before he had to fly to America to film. Besides, he knew you wouldn’t be spending much time in the UK, so he let you live in his home temporarily until you decided to fly back home.

Temporarily was the key word here. No one could have anticipated what was soon to come.

When it was announced in March that the UK would be under heavy lockdown, with no flights being allowed to enter your home country, you realised you were absolutely stuck here. With nowhere to go, and with limited money, Tom allowed you to quarantine with him and the guys.

For the first month, things seemed to be pretty good. Everyone was in high hopes and was positive that things would blow over in a few weeks, so things were good. Great, even.

That is, until you started to inevitably get on each other’s nerves. It was the little things that pissed you off about the boys. Like the way Sam doesn’t shut the tap off properly so it always drips, or when Harrison doesn’t bother to put the toilet seat back down. The boys were annoyed with how you never liked to load the dishwasher, or how you played your music around the house just a little too loud.

You were growing more annoyed with the boys every day, and they were equally growing annoyed with you. It would only be a matter of time until somebody snaps.

Today was that fateful day.

It was a nice morning when you woke up, with Tom sleeping right next to you in your shared bed. His arm was outstretched so that it was holding onto your waist, and your face was buried in the crook of his neck. The sun was shining bright as it was peeking through the blinds, and you could hear a bird chirping outside. You moved Tom’s arm so that you could get up, but it caused him to wake up slightly and wrap his arm around you tighter.

“mmm, five more minutes babe, I don’t want to get up.” He said sleepily, and in a hushed tone.

“Angel, I want to get up now. I need some coffee.” You said as you unwrapped yourself from him, and got up.

Tom made grabby hands at you like a child, while trying to persuade you to stay in bed.

“Babyyyy, cuddle with me right now.” He pouted, but you only shook your head.

“Sorry love, I’ll see you downstairs.” You said as you walked out of the bedroom and made your way downstairs for breakfast.

Harrison had made everyone pancakes, something that he did frequently. Pancakes always made your stomach hurt so you never ate them, and today would be no different. You grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and grabbed a box of cereal from the counter.

Harrison, who was sat at the table, sighed as he watched you make something else to eat for yourself.

“You know, why don’t you ever eat any of my pancakes?” He asked, while taking a bite of his pancake.

“I’ve told you before, they make my stomach hurt. And also, I don’t think that they should crunch the way they do. I didn’t know egg shells were your secret ingredient.” You joked, but Harrison didn’t take it that way.

“Well then I’d like to see you make something better then.” He huffed, grabbing his breakfast and leaving to eat in the living room.

“Damn, what a jerk.” You muttered under your breath as you were preparing your coffee.

“You know, we’re getting tired of your shit remarks.” The voice came from the other end of the room, and you looked up to see Harry leaning against the wall. He had his arms crossed and was glaring at you. He paused a minute before continuing to speak. “At least Harrison is actually doing something for once, unlike you. You literally do nothing and complain the most.” He remarked.

You sighed loudly and set down your cup of coffee on the counter. “Geez, I wonder what crawled up all of your asses this morning. I was only joking with Harrison. It’s not my fault he took it the wrong way.” You said while standing by the kitchen island, taking bites of your cereal.

Harry was furious with you, and everything you did was starting to grow on his nerves. How you always left dirty cups in the sink, how you never wanted to help with the chickens, or how you didn’t even want to help clean the house. Since you were living here, he figured that you would make yourself useful, but instead he, along with everyone except Tom, saw you as a hindrance.

“You know, we’ve all had it with you. No one even wants you around anymore. Hell, we wish you could just fly back home so that we wouldn’t have to live with you any longer.” He stated as he left the room after hitting you with that.

You stood there flabbergasted, allowing the words that Harry said to you to hang in the air.

You admit, you haven’t been the best house guest, but you were upset that you were stuck in a foreign country, without any of your family or friends. You were worried about their safety and hoped to god that they were okay, and you weren’t sure how long you would go without seeing them. It could be months, even a year until you would be cleared to go back home, and that was a harsh realization.

Being this depressed, you haven’t wanted to get up and do any chores. It was a chore to even get out of bed every day, and it was becoming a chore to shower regularly. You listened to loud music to drown out the thoughts in your head, hoping and praying that you wouldn’t think about the scary thoughts that crossed your mind all. the. damn. time.

It probably never crossed their minds that you were becoming depressed, and you didn’t want to spill the beans now. The boys still didn’t know a lot about you, and you were intent on keeping a few things a secret from them. Tom didn’t even notice you were upset, and you didn’t want to tell him. He was being kind enough to let you stay here, so you didn’t want to throw it up in his face.

Nobody seemed to notice that you weren’t your usual self, but then again, they didn’t know your usual self. They didn’t know that your nickname was ‘little miss sunshine’ because you were always smiling, but recently, you haven’t been living up to that nickname.

You continued to stand there long after Harry had left, but you couldn’t react, you were far too numb to react. The only thought running through your mind was “well, what if I’m someone I don’t want around.”

You felt nauseous, as though you were about to have a panic attack. You grounded yourself by holding onto the counter as you took a deep breath in, exhaling while counting to eight. Your therapist taught you this technique, and it did work.

You emptied the cereal into the garbage, poured the coffee down the drain, and loaded your cup and bowl into the dishwasher. That’ll show them that you actually can do something, you thought. You quietly unlocked the front door and put your shoes on, and one of Tom’s jackets, and stepped outside quietly so that no one would notice that you were gone. Well actually, nobody would care that you were gone either, you thought to yourself.

When you got really stressed, you found solace in taking a walk. So you headed down the pavement and towards the corner of the block, and crossed the street.

Once you were a few blocks away, you realised you didn’t have your phone on you. You were too upset to think about grabbing it. Not wanting to turn back around, you just kept walking further and further away from the boys’ residence.

You presumed that thirty minutes had passed, and you looked up to realise that you were lost. The streets looked less and less familiar, and you had never seen any of these businesses before. You felt a pang in your chest and realised that you had definitely fucked up. Now you were lost and you had no way of contacting Tom to come get you, or had any idea which way you came from so you could retrace your steps.

It began to pour as you walked around some more, trying to think about which direction you came from. You looked up to see a red phone booth, and hoped to god that it actually worked. You went inside to shelter yourself from the rain, and after shaking the rain off of you, you picked up the phone, and to your surprise you heard the dial tone. You rummaged around in Tom’s pockets and found about three pounds worth of 10p coins, and you were so happy that he carried it around with him.

Okay, now you just have to remember his number, how hard can that be? You thought to yourself as you raked your brain, hoping to have it magically come to you. You knew the first three numbers, and but you couldn’t remember the rest. You searched Tom’s pockets to see if maybe it was on something, and sure enough, when he went to Tesco last month, he used his reward membership, and his number was printed clearly on the receipt. You did a little happy dance as you stuck 60p into the coin slot and dialed the number.

God I hope he answers, you thought as the phone rang and rang.

——

While you were trying to figure out Tom’s number, Tuwaine was the first to notice that you were gone. He saw that the door was unlocked, and he distinctly remembered locking it before he went to bed last night. He knew Tom was home because he saw him walk to the kitchen, and he was just playing with the guys, so he figured it had to have been you who left.

Tom noticed that he didn’t see you on his way to the kitchen, but he presumed you were with the guys. He would find you after breakfast, since you owed him some cuddles, he thought to himself. He didn’t seem to be worried, but he became worried when he saw Tuwaine rushing into the kitchen.

“Hey did your girlfriend go to the shops or something? She’s the only person not here and she left the front door unlocked.” Tuwaine said as Tom began to choke on his breakfast.

“She didn’t tell me she was leaving, and her phone was still on the nightstand just a few minutes ago.” He downed his breakfast tea and got up from his seat.

“Where could she have gone to? I know (y/n) only leaves without saying anything when she’s upset. This means something, or someone, prompted her to leave. What fucker said or did something to make her upset, hmm? Was it Harrison? Sam? Harry? You, even?” He inquired, his jaw was tight and he was visibly turning red.

“Relax mate, it wasn’t me. I just noticed that she was gone, that’s all.” Tuwaine said in a calm tone, in hopes of easing Tom’s fears and hoping to calm him down. “Maybe she just went for a short walk to clear her head, I wouldn’t worry too much.” He said, but Tom stormed past him and towards the living room.

“Alright you little shits, which one of you did or said something to make my girlfriend run off? Hmm?” He exclaimed as he ran into the living room where the boys were playing FIFA.

The boys didn’t say anything, but Harrison and Harry exchanged glances, which only caused Tom to become even more furious.

“I swear to god I will unplug the console and throw it out the goddamn window if you don’t answer me right now!” He screamed, slamming his fist down on the coffee table to try to get the boy’s attention.

“Fuck dude it was Harrison and I, okay? Don’t kill us, alright? She came into the kitchen in a shit mood and made a rude remark about how Harrison can’t cook worth shit, and then I said that I wish she didn’t live with us. I mean, come on! She doesn’t even contribute around here!”

Tom stood there fuming, ready to strangle his little brother.

“Why the fuck would you say something like that? That’s awful. She’s staying here because she can’t go back home due to the fucking plague, Harry, the plague!” He threw his hands up in the air dramatically, as he began to pace the room.

“She doesn’t have her phone on her, I have no idea where she is and you twats told her to leave! Fucking hell, where could she be?” He asked as he was now pacing around the room frantically.

“I don’t know, but I’m enjoying the quiet.” Harry said as he let out a small laugh.

“That’s it, you’re dead.” Tom said with a straight face as he began to approach Harry at the couch. Harry then jumped up and threw his hands up in the air to surrender, but Tom was still furious.

“Okay if you don’t kill me I’ll help you find (y/n) okay? I promise and I’ll apologize so much and I’ll become her personal servant for the whole month and just please don’t kill me.” He squeaked out the last part, backing up so he could get away from Tom and nearly falling backwards onto the coffee table.

Tuwaine and Sam held back Tom as he raised a fist in the air, trying to squirm out of their grasp so he could punch Harry in the face. He deserves it, he thought. You could be anywhere and that scared Tom more than ever. He started to assume the worst, but he shook his head as he just crumbled to the floor, crying. He was sobbing into his hands, as he feared that he may have lost you, forever.

You didn’t tell Tom that you were becoming depressed, but he noticed that you didn’t seem like yourself recently. You didn’t want to have early morning cuddles anymore, and you didn’t smile as much as you used to. He knew how hard it was on you to not be around your family at a difficult time like this. Yesterday he had overheard your conversation with your mom over the phone saying how much you missed them, and it hurt him inside that he can’t really help. So he tried to cheer you up in many different ways. He would often send Harrison to the shops to get your favourite ice cream, and would offer to cuddle with you and watch movies when he had a chance. He was trying to be there for you, but his imbecile brothers ruined it.

The guys looked down on Tom, crouching down to hold him as he was sobbing and letting out small hiccups. Harrison and Harry looked at each other, knowing that they snapped at you for no good reason. Yes, they were annoyed with you, but they definitely overstepped when they wished you weren’t around anymore. Guilt built up in their stomachs as they saw how upset Tom was over you. They may find you a tad aggravating, but they knew that Tom didn’t see you that way.

“We’re sorry, we shouldn’t have said those things to her. We were just annoyed, but we also forgot how hard it must be on her right now.” Harry said as he continued to hold Tom. “We’ll help you look for her, yeah? Let’s hop in the car and drive around, hoping that we’ll see her walking. Besides, since everything’s closed, she can’t be at too many places. We can eliminate the mall, the parks and most of the shops and restaurants. It’ll be easy to find her.” He said, trying to get Tom to calm down a bit.

“Okay, let’s do that.” Tom snuffed as he was helped up by the boys.

As they were throwing on their jackets, Tom’s phone began to rang. It was an unknown number, but the location said ‘London’. He was hoping, praying that it was you, so he answered it.

“Hello, who is it?” He asked, holding his breath as he heard a sob on the other end of the line. “Hello?” Tom said again, as the voice on the other end said “Tom, it’s me. I’m in a red telephone booth. I didn’t even know they had those anymore and I’m lost and I need you to come get me now please.” You rambled into the phone, as Tom let out a sign of relief.

“Okay love, stay on the phone with me, alright? Tell me what you see around you and I’ll come find you. You need to be specific, can you read any of the street signs from where you are?” He asked, but you couldn’t. You weren’t wearing your glasses so you could barely read the small text inside the telephone booth.

“No I can’t read it, it’s too far away. But I’m right in front of a store called “that vintage shop”. You stated, hoping that Tom had heard of it before.

“Hold on, I’m telling Harrison to put it into maps so we can get you, okay?”

Harrison quickly put it into his phone and showed Tom where you were, and you were four miles away from the house.

“Love you really did take a long walk, you’re very far away but I promise I’m coming to get you, alright? So stay on the line with me and whatever you do, do not leave the phone booth. Can you promise me that?” He pleaded into the phone, and you said “I promise. I’m sorry, Tommy.”

“It’s okay darling, I’m just glad you’re alright. Please don’t ever do this again. If something, or someone-” he stopped to glare at the boys “is bothering you, you need to tell me first, angel.”

“Okay.” was all you could say, as you let out more sobs.

“Don’t cry love, I’ll be right there. It’ll only take us a few minutes to drive there.” He tried to reassure you, but you just began to cry even more.

The boys hopped into the car and went on their way to find you. Tom kept you on the line as he made you promise to never do that again, and told you over and over how much you meant to him.

You were so grateful for him, and you didn’t know what you would do without him. He’s been so loving, and you were massively in love with him. You didn’t tell him that, but it was hard not to fall in love with his sweet and caring personality.

He made you feel safe, even if you were standing in an old telephone booth in a foreign country. At that moment, you knew you had to keep him around forever.

You saw the car pull up to the curb, and Tom hurriedly rushed out of the car to get to you. You got out of the phone booth as Tom wrapped you in a tight embrace, slightly swaying as he continued to hold onto you.

You started crying and so did he, as he whispered in your ear saying “please don’t do that again, okay? I never want to let you go.” He paused for a minute and then said “I love you.” You quickly told him you loved him too as you began to kiss him in the pouring rain.

The boys watched from inside the car, and after a while you and Tom made your way back to the car. He opened the door for you to get in, and immediately the boys were talking over each other and apologizing profusely.

“Listen I’m so sorry, I promise we’ll never say anything like that again. We’re proud of you for at least putting your cup in the dishwasher before you ran off.” Harry said as tears were brimming in his eyes.

“What he said. We hope you can forgive us.” Harrison added, as you nodded your head yes.

“I can forgive you. Now please, let’s go back to your house, I’m freezing.” You said as Tom took off the jacket he was wearing to give to you.

“No, let’s go back to our house.” Harrison said as he began to drive back home to your house.

——

A/N: hi, I definitely made myself cry while writing this. If you have any requests or want to be added to the tag list please let me know! 💛

Mes petits anges: @starkissedholland​ @scarletxwidow​ @fangirlwithasweettooth​

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

cold soup

request: Hi love, could we have 74 and 63 with Mat Barzal? Love your writing 💕

prompt: “Why didn’t you call me?” & “You’ve been crying, I can tell.” / numbers 63 & 74 off of this list.

summary: you’re sick and don’t want to ruin Mat’s guys night so you suffer silently at home.

warnings: none

word count: 1.3k

requested by: @just-a-sad-chicken-nugget-xxx​

The night had planned did not originally involve you laying on the couch, wallowing in self pity and sickness. But, there you were, wrapped up in not only your boyfriend’s sweatshirt but two blankets and still shivering. 

You were supposed to have a fun night with your friends, catching up on the latest gossip that would probably end up with you a little wine drunk. This night had been in your calendar for weeks, and you even planned on missing the Islanders game. Though, per Mat’s request, you would stream it on your phone because ‘every goal I score is for you, but what’s the point if you're not watching?’, to which you’d tell him he was scoring those goals to get to the Stanley cup, and he’d huff and call you unromantic. 

Since you had planned on staying late at your friends, Mat had arranged to go out for drinks with some of the guys. You figured that since they had won their game, they deserved a bit of celebrating.

When you had felt the symptoms of a cold that morning when you woke up, you cursed your luck and took some medicine. Work had been hell, and only worsened how you felt. By lunch, you had developed a runny nose and as soon as you got into your car to head home your scratchy throat had grown into full-blown cough that wouldn't seem to let up. 

Mat was gone by the time you arrived, and sure enough you checked your phone to see that he had texted that he was heading into the rink a bit early. You were still holding out hope that you would be able to make it to your friend’s place, but all bets were off once you caught a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror. 

Your eyes were bloodshot and droopy, like you were moments away from passing out right there on the tiled floor. Your skin was paler than usual, and you were starting to see why your coworker had told you that you looked a bit green. 

There was no way around it—you were sick.

You texted your friend the unfortunate news, stating that you wouldn't be able to make it and they quickly responded that they’d pour one out for you. The image of them pouring out a glass of wine in your memory made you giggle, which instantly triggered a fit of coughs.

By the time you had settled and caught your breathe, you had made your way into the bedroom you share with your boyfriend before grabbing a pair of sweatpants and one of his hoodies to wear instead of your work clothes. You made a nest of blankets on the couch in your living room, queuing up your current Netflix binge as you waited for the Islanders game to start. 

And you were still there, hours later, your patience growing thin as you waited for Mat to return. You weren’t mad at him for going out, in fact you had encouraged him, but you felt like utter shit, to put it nicely. It may have seemed juvenile, but you just wanted your boyfriend to come home and take care of you like you knew he would if he knew the state you were in. But he deserved some time out with the boys, and you couldn't help but grin at the ridiculous snaps he’d send you of Tito wincing after doing a shot. Plus, you were certain the entirety of Long Island would come for your head if you got the Mathew Barzal sick.

It was nearing half past midnight when the self pity started to kick in. Your head ached and your whole body felt sore from staying in one position for so long. You knew you should try and make yourself something for dinner other than the bowl of canned soup you had heated up earlier, but the prospect of eating something in your current state had your stomach churning. 

It was then that you started thinking about how badly you wanted to be cuddled up in your loving boyfriend’s arms, even if that would put him at risk of contracting whatever you had.

It didn't take long for you to start crying. You weren't even sure why you were crying exactly, probably a mixture of your sickness and being away from Mat that had you curling up into a ball on the couch. 

Your outburst hadn't lasted terribly long, and soon enough you had composed yourself enough to quiet down to just some sniffles as you used the sleeves of Mat’s hoodie to wipe your tears. 

As if he knew he was desperately needed at home, the front door opened and Mat appeared. When he spotted you on the couch, he didn't notice the sickness that clearly had its hold on you—or the mountain of used tissues piling in the small garbage can you had brought over. 

“You’re home?” Mat questioned. You could tell he wasn't drunk by the simple statement—that, and by the text he had sent you earlier in the night saying he had lost rock paper scissors and was the one responsible for making sure everyone got home safe. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, despite the fact that you were making the grabby hands at him to silently tell him you need attention. 

Mat was a few steps away from giving you the loving you’d been missing all night when he froze in his spot. You noticed the furrow in his brow as he examined your face, and you wondered if you actually looked so gross, your boyfriend refused to touch you.

“You’ve been crying, I can tell.” He stated, matter of factly, and you almost giggled. But that would've made you start coughing, and you weren't up for that. It was most likely very obvious that you had been crying—sobbing, actually. It was most likely certain that your eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed, not to mention how puffy your face got. Your cheeks even felt wet still, so you were certain there was still tear tracks that you hadn't managed to wipe away yet. 

“I didn’t go out tonight.” You explained, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself. When Mat’s look on confusion showed no signs of lifting, you continued. “I’m sick. And I felt really gross, and I missed you so I kinda... cried.” You winced. Saying the words out loud made you feel a lot more childish than you originally had thought. 

“Why didn’t you call me? I would've come home early.” Mat asked, as he moved to kick off his shoes before climbing onto the couch. He wedged himself between the back and where you were laying on your side, and you adjusted yourself so that your head was resting on his chest. 

“I wanted you to have fun with the guys.” You mumbled, your eyes closing unconsciously as his hand found its way into your hair, massaging gently at your scalp. Already his touch was making you feel better.

“I see them practically every day, I would've been fine missing one night going out.” You could hear the chuckle in his voice and you hummed to let him know you had heard him. “Did you watch the game tonight at least?”

“Two goals, just for me. I missed the second one though, because I was making soup.” You stated absentmindedly, already halfway asleep. You felt his chest rumble as he laughed, and he spotted the untouched bowl of cold soup sitting on the coffee table. 

“I see it was worth it.” He teased, the only act of retaliation you were capable of mustering up being pinching his side, though he barely felt it. You could feel his gaze on you, but you were succumbing to sleep so quickly you were losing the battle of staying awake. “I love you, you know.” “I love you too, Mat.”

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Poison In The Dark |4| Normal

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: mafia au, 1.4k

Summary: You can’t run from your past, no matter how hard you try. The shadows are scary, but why does it feel so much like home?

Warnings for series: poly, mafia, blood, guns, violence, fighting, swearing, illicit and legal drug mentions, weapons, arson, near death, torture, smut (eventual and mentions/implied), some crack (or attempts at it)

A/N: This is so much fun to write, I hope you guys are enjoying it so far! Feel free to let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist however you'd like to tell me, or ask me/characters questions! 

Taglist:@nanie5, @geminidrawsstuff, @sami4life, @missseoulite, @xxqueenwxtchxx, @daydreambrliever

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The next morning you wake up, startled to find yourself in an unfamiliar bed. Right, the events of yesterday come flooding back, instantly giving you a headache at, what time was it, 5 in the morning according to your phone. Last night after the much needed bath, you had walked over and knocked on Jungkook’s door wondering if he had any spare clothes that you could change into. He had opened the door, saw that it was you, and stared for a good minute. You had waved your hand in front of him to try and catch his attention, but it seemed as if his mind was imploding. Hoseok had coincidentally come up the stairs with a mug in hand, and chuckled at his youngest brother.

“Jungkookie~” he sang as he made his way to stand in front of the poor boy.

“I think I just broke him.”

At that, Hobi had laughed and turned his little brother around and pushed him back into his room. He turned and winked at you before closing the door. Muffled talking and loud shuffling was heard, then silence. After a moment, the door was reopened and Jungkook’s hand appeared, shoving a bundle of clothes to you. You take it, thanking him, before he quickly closes the door again, with a blush evident on his cheeks. It didn’t come to mind that Hobi never emerged from Jungkook’s room. You had shuffled back to your room, changed, and plopped yourself onto the inviting bed.

  You find yourself in the luxurious bathroom, slowly waking up in Jungkook’s oversized T-shirt and too-large sweatpants. Stomach grumbling, you quickly throw your hair in a messy bun and make your way down the stairs and head for the kitchen. Surprised to already smell the comforting scent of coffee, Seokjin greets you with a warm smile. “Good morning Y/N! Did you sleep well?”

You nod, not trusting your morning voice yet.

“I’m making breakfast. Pancakes okay?”

You nod again, smiling shyly. Jin turns back to the stove, humming as he concentrates on making breakfast for everyone. Slowly, the other boys emerge from their rooms. Taehyung strolls in, bedhead in tow, as he stretches and yawns. Making grabby hands to Jin, the eldest passes him a cup of coffee and Taehyung sits down a seat away from you on the island table. He doesn’t notice you until he’s taken his first couple of sips, and grabs his chest dramatically as if he’s shocked to see you. He quickly composes himself before mumbling a good morning greeting. You hum in response as you nurse your own cup of coffee. The rest are lured from their beds with Jin’s brilliant cooking skills and show up in a similar fashion as Taehyung. Namjoon doesn’t show up for breakfast. Jungkook politely greets you but avoids your gaze throughout breakfast.

  “So Y/N, I wanna set you up with some stuff. Boss said you can go home and get your belongings after.” Yoongi drawls in between bites of pancake.

Confusion flits across your face, causing Yoongi to chuckle. “Don’t worry, it’s just safety protocol shit.”

You nod, trying to wrap your head around what could he possibly want to set you up with. You follow Yoongi to his office, and you notice on the door hangs a sign “Genius Lab”. You smile to yourself as he directs you to sit in one of the chairs.

“Hand me your phone for a sec.” Yoongi proceeds to plug your phone in, and starts typing on his computer. His lab isn’t small, but crowded with all the technological knick knacks he’s got laying around, as well as the massive six desktop screens he’s got going on. Yoongi proceeds to speak to you, while his eyes are trained on his screens.

“As you can see, I have eyes and ears everywhere. Now on your phone too.” He unplugs your phone and hands it back to you before he’s wheeling himself over to one of the shelves and digging around until he finds whatever he’s trying to find.

  He comes back to you and hands you a black metal ring. At first glance, it looks like any other thick-banded ring, but you have a feeling that it isn’t as simple as you think.

“Wear this. Choose your finger wisely. It’ll tighten to fit on the finger. I won’t go into detail and bore you, but essentially this gives me access to your location and transmits sound back to me. You won’t be able to remove it unless you chop your finger off, or if your swipe your thumb on the top. Swiping on the underside activates the camera, and again to turn it off. Got it?” Yoongi demonstrates to you as you stare.

  “So, you’ll know where I am always, and who I’m talking to and what I’m doing twenty-four seven?” You ask incredulously. You weren’t keeping secrets or anything, but that seems like an invasion of your privacy. Yoongi scoffs.

“Look Y/N, you’re important, but not that important. I keep tabs on everyone but I have other shit to do and track. It’ll only be when we need you or if it’s pertinent. If it makes you feel better, all the other guys have one. I have one too. Safety first, right?” He tilts his head, and smirks.

You sigh before taking the ring from his palm and sliding it on your middle finger. Instantly, it tightens around your finger to the perfect size. Its unfamiliar heftiness makes you frown.

“You’ll get used to it. Take one of the cars from the garage and get going. Training starts in an hour.” Yoongi turns around, dismissing you. You roll your eyes as you make your way out, still fiddling with the ring.

  You bump into Hoseok, who wraps you around into a hug and lifts you off the floor, twirling you around. “Y/N!” he squeals as he sets you back on the ground.

“You’re really energetic, you know” you mumble as you try to gather your bearings.

“Don’t be afraid to say loud and annoying” another male voice joins the conversation. You peer behind Hoseok’s shoulder and see Jimin smirking, flawlessly dressed in a suit.

“Where are you headed?” he tilts his head, making his blond locks sway.

“Uh, just back to my place to get my stuff. And find coverage for the pharmacy.”

“Oh! That’s exciting! Don’t forget training is in an hour, and you’ll meet the rest of the gang. It’s going to be at the gym located behind the house. Jungkook’s running today’s session so you know it’s going to be ass.” Hobi chuckles as he spots today’s coach coming your way.

“Hey! I head that! I’ll make you run an extra lap!”

Hobi grunts in retaliation. “Aish. I’m getting old Jungkookie, be nice to your elders.”

Hobi hooks his arm around Jungkook’s neck as they start play-fighting.

Jimin stands to the side rolling his eyes. “Better get going or else you might not be able to leave”.

You duck your head as you quickly find your way to the garage.

  You manage to get to your apartment without a hitch, and you quickly head to your bedroom. You take out your duffle bag and begin throwing in clothes and other necessities, digging into the back of the closet and grabbing the darker colored clothes you had tried to hide from yourself. You sigh as you look around your small apartment, barer than it was several minutes ago. You make your way to the bed, and grunting, manage to push it to the side. Loosening one of the floorboards, your heartbeat quickens as you see the cold, hard silver metal suitcase you buried there. With shaking hands, you pry it out of its hiding spot and place it on the floor next to you. You unbuckle the clasps and take a deep breath, steadying yourself before lifting the lid. Sitting snugly in the perfectly carved out space within the protective padding, is your beloved Beretta 92 pistol and custom-made hand-weld blade. You don’t realize you’ve started crying until a teardrop falls onto your lap. You take a moment to revel in your emotions before sniffling and wiping away the snot with the back of your sleeve. You carefully re-clasp the buckles, pick up the full duffle bag and make your way to the front door. You glance back once more at your apartment, before closing the door to the normal life you had tried to live as over the years.