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barbarianbookhoe · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1

As the years passed, Y/N learned how to blend in with the workers of the club, trying her best to hide her need to shapeshift, keeping her gift to herself and her partner as they both climbed the rankings of the Dregs. (If you didn't count her brother, who seemed annoyed anytime he had to join her for their weekly training, and would rather eat his hair than admit he liked it.)

She didn't want to draw attention to her magic, especially in a place where people would kill for her head, if they knew how much she was worth. The arrest warrant came seven years later, while she was on a job and had to use her powers to help her friends escape the stadwatch.

She found out about the bounty while she was looking for a gift for her nephew's birthday, and as she rounded the corner, on the brick wall studded with multiple job requests and wanted papers, there was one, which stood out to her.

"Wanted dead or alive! Shapeshifter woman, aged 19, seen mostly around the East Stave and the Crow Club. Look for: burn scars on neck, green belt scarf. Reward: 100 000 kruge!"

Y/N stopped in her tracks as she read it, then let out a small laugh as she took off the paper and hid it in her coat's pocket. You're trying to find someone who changes looks faster, than you can blink. Ha! Idiots!

That green scarf she usually put around her waist, was one of the only things anyone gave her while she worked at the Crow Club. The boy was far more ruthless and cold than his age required, never laughing or smiling, or even seeming to enjoy anything. One day when Y/N was fourteen and came back from her first mission with the Dregs, all bruised and cut, the boy stood next to her and gave her that emerald green scarf. He told her that he noticed when she was stuffing it in her jacket, only for the scarf to fall out from her pocket while running, so he went back and retrieved it. When she asked why, the boy answered with something, that replayed in her mind for the next few days: "I saw how badly you wanted it. It was just a stupid piece of fabric, but it seemed you loved it. Yet, when you saw it fell on the ground you didn't stop to get it back. You ran with the others, and when you thought the danger was gone, you tried to go and find it. But when the stadwatch saw you, you dropped it, and ran again. You're a greedy person, but you didn't let greed take over your life. And that's something you won't see often in the Barrel." Suddenly the soft fabric felt heavy in Y/N's hands, as she slowly realized what he meant by his action and words. She decided she'd rather eat dirt, than lose the scarf that reminded her of him.

Y/N made her way to the West Stave, where she thought she might find something unique the little boy would definitely like. Her nephew was a curious kid, therefore anything that seemed new or foreign to him, he took interest in it, and played with it until he passed out. For a 2 year old he was quite full of energy, a trait that no side of his family had.

Y/N had been looking at multiple handmade toys, stuffed animals and even a kitchen supply stand. She started to forget what gift she wanted to give in the first place, when she came face to face with a stand that sold blankets, carpets, curtains and even tapestries. The woman who was shouting numerous prices about numerous fabrics, saw Y/N eyeing one of the blankets and quickly came over to her.

"Good morning! Can I help you with something Miss?" She asked on a cheerful voice.

"About that knitted blanket over there," she pointed at said item, just on top of the multiple piles. The woman held it up for Y/N to see it. "Do you sell smaller ones?"

"Yes. Do you want a knitted one?" The woman asked and Y/N nodded, before she reached into one of the piles and pulled out another knitted blanket. It was way smaller than the other ones, and some strands were hanging out of it, like it had been pulled by someone.

"Perfect," Y/N whispered as she took it in her hands to take a better look at it. The woman apologized for the state of it, offering to find one in a better condition, but Y/N just waved her off. "Don't worry about it, it's for a kid. He's going to rip it to shreds in a few days, anyway." She smiled at the woman and gave her the money, thanking her.

She folded the blanket and tugged it to her chest as she made her way towards her small shop. Her father teaching her the basics of making weapons came in handy, after she got a job offering at the Dregs' private gunsmith. After three years of kindness and a little forgery, she got to keep the place, the workshop basically becoming her second home. After a while, Y/N and Raffiel decided it would be more practical for her to buy the apartment above the workshop and live there, instead of walking back and forth between their aunt's house and the workplace two-three times a day, not to mention the visits she had to make to the Crow Club and the Slat, delivering the finished knives and guns.

She was about to open the front door of the shop, when she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up. It felt like someone was watching her and she took a glance around the area, finding nothing. When she finally stepped inside the shop, she heard the faint sound of boots clicking and a very familiar voice whispering, "That was my foot!". Y/N put the blanket on the counter before going outside again, checking her surroundings. This time she saw the figure of a certain sharpshooter walking closer and greeting her with one of his famous smiles.

"Morning beautiful! How are you on this lovely day?" Jesper asked on a suspiciously giddy voice as he leaned on the wall next to Y/N. She just rolled her eyes as she let him inside the shop. "I gave you my address for emergencies only. What do you want now?"

"What? I can't visit one of my dearest friends to see how they're doing? You hurt me sweetheart," He said exaggerating almost every word, earning a knowing look from Y/N. Jesper took a sharp inhale before he spoke up. "I need a favor," Jesper began explaining his problem with his revolvers, how it happened, and how it was none of his fault, which Y/N knew was a big fat lie, but she listened to his reason anyway.

"So you want me to fix your revolvers by tonight?" Y/N asked and saw Jesper shift uncomfortably from one leg to another. "Look, I would've got here sooner if it weren't for Kaz, and his firm belief that my duty is to guard a door," he told her which made Y/N look at him with lifted eyebrows. "That's your job, Jesper," The boy shook his head at her words.

"No, no, no. My job is to shoot things and look good while doing it," He smiled and Y/N let out a quiet laugh as she shook her head. "How you managed to not die yet is beyond me." She let out a sigh as she motioned for Jesper to give her the guns. "Look, I never had to do anything with your guns, not even cleaning them, so I don't exactly know how they look when they're in pieces. I can't promise they'll be done by tonight, but I'll try what I can. I know how much they mean to you," she told him and saw the boy almost ready to say a prayer at her words. Jesper thanked her multiple times as she walked him to the door, so she could start working.

The workshop, along with her, was loyal to the Dregs, which meant she always started with their requests and orders. The orders usually consisted of simple knives and guns, all of which had no mark or sign as to where it came from, making them untraceable for anyone who found them. Then after lunch, she'd take a look at other orders, to keep up the image that the workshop belonged to no gang, inviting in more customers.

After the gunsmith's death, Y/N practically became her own boss in the shop, so her work hours were quite flexible. Some days she refused to even lift a finger after five bells in the afternoon, some weeks she didn't sleep for days, trying to get the orders done as soon as possible for the extra money.

This week was one of those weeks, and Y/N could already feel how exhausted she was going to be by this weekend, just by looking at the requested items the gang needed. She cursed them for not taking care of their weapons enough (not like Inej and Jesper did at least), as she got to work. She let her mind wander elsewhere as she grabbed a box and began gathering some weapons listed on one of the orders, to see how much she'll have to make. The morning turned into afternoon, and later into night, but Y/N only left the workshop for a very quick lunchtime at her brother's, to give her nephew his gift. (Which he started to chew not long after she gave it to him.)

Meanwhile, a few blocks away in a club filled with rich merchants, unlucky tourists and the smell of cheap alcohol, Kaz Brekker was scheming once again. After telling Jesper, Inej, Nina, Matthias and Wylan about the Ice Court job and the fact that Wylan's not only Van Eck's son but their demolition expert, they begin to argue. It only goes on for a few minutes before Kaz settles it in his usual way, making Matthias tell Wylan everything he knows about the Ice Court, so Wylan can draw a map for them. After they get it done, and Matthias reluctantly explains every detail of the security protocol, Kaz turns to their group.

"We're going to need weapons that are easy to hide, but no one's going to recognize. We'll need a gunsmith," he told them.

"There's at least a dozen gunsmiths in Ketterdam," Jesper said casually.

"We need someone we can trust with this. Someone, who doesn't ask questions, someone who..." Kaz didn't finish his sentence as he stared into space, his mind moving a hundred miles per each second he stayed silent.

"Scheming face?" Jesper smirked at Inej as she looked back at him. "Definitely"

All of a sudden Kaz moved to the door as he called out for them. "I know who we need. Follow me," he said and walked out the door without looking at them.

They shared confused glances, before quickly going after him. The darkness of the night was in favor of them, for the citizens didn't take one glance at their strange group, led by none other than Dirtyhands himself.

When they reached a gunsmith's shop, Kaz didn't stop at the front door as expected, but instead went around the corner and walked to the backdoor. Jesper and Inej shared a curious look as Kaz picked the lock and went inside.

The lights in the workshop were turned off and the fireplace was dead too. The only thing that indicated someone was here, was the warmth that still radiated from the fireplace, and the half-done knife sitting on the working table. As they slowly glanced around the room, Jesper's brows furrowed.

"Wait, this place seems awfully familiar," he whispered, looking at Inej next to him, but she just shrugged her shoulders.

"They must've went upstairs, come on," Kaz whispered firmly and made his way to the staircase that was hidden behind the wall, next to the fireplace. Not knowing what else to do, the others followed him.

"Looks like no one's here, so why are why whispering?" Nina asked and Kaz harshly shushed her, which made her open her mouth in surprise. Before she could respond, Jesper put his hand on her mouth, muffling her words. She looked at him with raised brows but Jesper just shook his head. Don't piss him off right now, his eyes said and Nina huffed, but stayed silent.

Kaz knocked on the door twice, but he was met with silence. He knocked again, this time using a pattern that made the other five person behind him look at each other with even more confusion than before. When there was still no answer, he grabbed the lockpicks from his pocket and just as he put them in the lock, the door flew open, revealing a woman in dirty clothes, numerous knifes and tools attached to her belt, with a rifle pointing at Kaz's head.

"You're not supposed to be here Brekker," she said calmly, slightly lowering the rifle to his throat as he smirked.

"I have a job for you, Orlova." Kaz said on a sweet voice, but his gentle voice went unnoticed, because the five members behind him were too surprised to notice. Wylan, Nina and Matthias was surprised to see a woman in general, Inej and Jesper was surprised that it was Y/N, their most trusted friend.

Y/N tilted her head slightly to the side as she spoke. "What's the prize?"

"Four million kruge. And the bounty gone from your head."

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mrthoughtbubbles · 2 months ago

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Hi Yeet,

I saw your post last night and it’s warms my heart to see that you’ve made a lot of memories with your family. The stuffed toy that your mother would like to bring home looks like a soot sprite from Spirited Away, but that one’s a pink version. I find those sprites really cute, just like the Wara-Wara from the boy and the heron, which is also a Ghibli film. One can assume that I like Ghibli films. I also joke around and add y at the end of the word, Wara, and say it’s Waray-Waray, which is an ethnolinguistic group under the Bisaya people, that occupies Samar, where my parents came from, and I know a little bit of Waray as well. The hats you wore all look cute and I was wondering if you wore the Capybara one. I find Capybaras to be awesome because they’re friendly with every animal. They’re even chill when they’re surrounded by alligators/crocodiles. It’s nice to see everyone in your family photos to be happy and smiling. As for the pineapple tart, did you find the best pineapple tart in Taiwan? I hope that I can try that in the future as well.

On another note, Yeet, I find your smile to be really beautiful, with the way your eyes look like they’re smiling as well, with your dimples showing as you smile, along with how cute your nose is. I wish I could make you smile a lot, Yeet, so that I’ll see your smile often. I also like how you love and care for others, like your children, your generosity when giving out to charity, and based on what I’ve seen, you have a bubbly personality. I like the fact that you’re a foodie, like your love for black thorn durian, for example, I like that we’re both introverts, I enjoy watching you mix and match different clothes. Your height brings familiarity to me, since you’re almost the same height as mama. I appreciate and enjoy your taste in music, and I learn new music based on what you use. Although we have different tastes in films, knowing that you like psychological horror and I like romance and other genres, like science fiction, I’d like to try and watch one or a few psychological horrors. I look up to you with regard to your grit when it comes to starting what you finish, since I tend to quit when it gets tough.

Also, I would like to apologize because I think I’m being too much, at times, for being too clingy and sending you too much stuff, Yeet… There are times wherein I feel that I’m unlovable and I need to send you something to prove to myself that I’m lovable by showering you with love… I, sometimes, feel that I need to show my love for you or else you’ll leave me, and I’m afraid of that happening… There will be times, just like right now, wherein I’ll tell you the things I like about you, out of the fear that I might not be able to say it in the future…I’m sorry if I can’t always be by your side, and because of that, I feel that you’re trying to show affection by showing love to another man, since I’m not by your side… I’m also sorry for feeling jealous and all when that happens… From my understanding, you’re trying to show me affection, but with someone as a placeholder, since I’m not there, like you’re telling me, “this is what you’re missing right now…” I’m also sorry if my reply to your post was short, so please consider this as my comment on your photo…

I guess I’ll end my message for you here tonight, Yeet… I’m sorry that it’s long… I feel insecure and I’m scared that I might lose you, so I wrote the things I like about you and I apologized for a lot of things… Sometimes, I just suddenly get anxious, for a myriad of reasons and the feeling of losing you is one of them… I hope that you experienced a lot of things with your family today. I hope that you basked in the moment, appreciated the experience, and found satisfaction in making memories with everyone. I hope that you and your family will stay safe and take care of each other. I’m hoping and praying for your recovery, Yeet. I hope that life’s great for you. I hope that you’ll pray/talk to God about anything and everything. Finally, I hope that you’ll remember that I love you, Yeet, and you’ll always have a special place in my heart!

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writingseaslugs · 2 years ago

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Scarabia Romantic Headcanons

Not even gonna lie; writing these headcanons just makes me simp over characters I have never simped for. So hope you enjoy this! Kalim is a cutie, and Jamil is just yum.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series is aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post. Beta read by Grammarly and it’s trying its best.

Romantic Headcanons

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is going to be another one who doesn’t realize he likes you for a while. For him, however, it’s not for lack of knowledge in the subject. He loves all of his friends and acts overly familiar with everyone in general. He’s simply more of a slow-burn kinda guy, where it’s going to take a lot of these interactions before his heart begins to skip beats for you. It’s nothing against you; he just needs to be close to someone before being capable of forming a romantic attachment.

Once he does realize he’s fallen for you, he won’t be wasting any time. He’ll go ahead and let you know, probably asking Jamil to prepare a fancy dinner and then taking you on a carpet ride afterward in order to confess. It’ll be romantic, sure, but the hopeful look in his eyes is enough to melt even the coldest hearts. Kalim already knows this, so when you say yes, he’s just overjoyed, and you’ll have to tell him to start directing the carpet again because he will lose focus and start crashing.

At first, it’s almost like nothing changes once you two start going out. He was always grabbing your arms and hands anyway before he even knew he liked you. Inviting you out, getting you presents. It’s what he does for all his friends. So it’ll be a bit hard for you to determine if he was actually serious when he confessed when he doesn’t change a single thing about how he acts around you.

Bring it up to him, and he’s going to laugh before grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss. “Is that all? Why didn’t you say anything sooner? Jamil said I shouldn’t overwhelm you at the start, but if that’s what you want.” Be prepared for daily dates. Even if it’s a short one in the cafeteria. Jamil will be cooking for the both of you at this point (since Kalim refuses to let you eat normal cafeteria food while he eats gourmet meals from Jamil. You two have to be matching in your foods).

He’s also going to be having you as the honored guest at every party he throws. Just be sure to remind him to tone it down if you don’t want to be riding out on an elephant to the party where everyone is staring at you. You thought it was a joke when Kalim first suggested it until Jamil cornered you later and informed you he was very serious and you should let him know that you wouldn’t appreciate such an entrance. Unless you do, then you do you.

He likes his time spent with you but expects to be around other people constantly. He’s too social to be in his room all day; near late afternoon, he will happily go back to his room with you, sitting down and just talking about the day. He could listen to your voice for hours, even if they’re the most mundane stories. Still, during the day, just expect to be dragged around campus and greet just about everyone he remotely knows.

You’re going to be bombarded with gifts whether you like them or not. Kalim wants his lover to be pampered with the best things life has to offer, after all. He’s been to Ramshackle, and it’s not hard for him to tell that you’ve been struggling financially, judging by how all the furniture is beaten up. At first, it’ll be accessories or even stuffed animals. Grim adores it because Kalim will throw in the fanciest tuna money can buy and stock a shelf in your fridge for you.

After a while, he’s going to realize you might need more practical stuff. Sure having gold jewelry looks nice, but when you live in a hovel, it’s hard to feel luxurious. So he’s going to slowly be buying furniture to replace the old stuff. You are more than welcome to tell Kalim to tone it down, not everyone is good with always receiving presents (especially expensive ones), but he’s going to insist you let him do this. You make him happy just by being around him, after all, so he wants you to feel comfortable.

Kalim has always been the type of guy to grab your hand out of nowhere and lock his fingers with yours, even before you had a relationship, and that won’t be stopping anytime soon. He doesn’t even realize it half the time when he’s doing cute couple things with you. He just wants to be as close to you as possible. Leaving you with kisses all over your face is another thing he is totally unashamed to do. Give him a quick kiss on the lips if you want him to stop. He’ll go red, then laugh, telling you how cute he thinks that is.

Lots of sleepovers. Kalim really does enjoy being near you, and since night is the only time it’s just you two (not even Jamil will bother), he cherishes it. So he’s going to insist you spend the night with him, even keeping pajamas and extra uniforms in your size in his closet for when you agree. You’ll be under the covers with him like two little kids, talking and laughing until you’re falling asleep. Kalim is also a cuddler and will move in his sleep until he’s wrapped around you in the most awkward ways. Don’t be surprised when you wake up and he accidentally has a knee jabbing into your back.

Jamil Viper

Your relationship with Jamil is going to be one of the rockiest starts, in all honesty. After the whole overblot incident, he wants nothing to do with you. He still sees you as the one who ruined his plans, and he doesn’t take that lightly. Never mind the fact that he’s just a little bit grateful to you and your friends after helping bring him back from that state. He’s still going to see you as a nuisance for a while.

Jamil will slowly start to warm up to you over time. It’s hard to avoid you when Kalim seems so attached and is always inviting you over for parties. Go out of your way every time and offer help for Jamil. He’ll be suspicious at first and don’t even think about helping with anything that has to do with food. He trusts you as far as he can throw you, but that applies to everyone. If you want to help clean up, he won’t mind. As long as things go back where they belong, you’re more than welcome to help him with the aftermath of parties.

The more you help, the more he’ll grow to like you. He is stressed beyond belief with everything he has to do. Taking care of the dorm and Kalim, basically running the basketball club, there’s a lot on his plate. He’s going to find himself making more and more time for you, though, and even making extra food for you to take home to your dorm as thanks for helping him out. It’s going to take some time before those feelings blossom, so patience is a virtue.

Once he does realize it, though, he finds himself more relaxed in your presence and seeking you out more and more. He’ll even offer assistance when it comes to school work, as long as you don’t yap to other people exactly why your grades have skyrocketed. Your relationship is going to develop gradually until it’s just at the point where you two are seen as dating. That’s when he’s going to ask if you want to go steady with him (yes, he might even state it just like that).

He’s a very attentive boyfriend; having been watching over someone his entire life, it’s not hard for him to tell you exactly what you’re needing. Returning the favor is always appreciated but not expected from him. He makes you something to eat for lunch, then maybe bring a home-cooked meal or something from the Mostro Lounge (if you can’t cook) for dinner. He helps you with some homework, and maybe you help tutor some of the Scarabia students later on with what he taught you. He will be thank you and possibly planning on marrying you if you help get rid of 90% of his workload.

Jamil will make time for you through his busy schedule. At first, Kalim is going to be interrupting often, not realizing Jamil has his own life, but if you just text Kalim informing him you’re on a date, he’ll suddenly leave you guys alone for the rest of the day. As long as there’s something he can eat in the kitchen that won’t poison him, he’s happy. On days when he’s swamped and can’t really spend much time with you, he gets annoyed very easily. Maybe come over and help him cook by cutting things up and handing them to him. Go shopping with him, and make his mundane chore fun by being with him.

He’s going to become just as protective over you as he is of Kalim. If he thinks something or someone is suspicious, he’ll be on high guard. Advising you to perhaps not interact with that jittery freshman with shifty eyes. It’s absolutely not jealousy. He has nothing to worry about in that regard; he’s just worried that maybe someone would do something to you, distracting him, so they can get to Kalim. It’s all totally reasonable.

Be prepared to have Kalim gushing over you. He’s happy that Jamil found someone to make him happy, which means you guys now have to be best friends. Dates with the three of you will be more common. Sometimes it might even feel like you have two boyfriends, but Jamil shuts down the idea when you joke around with just the two of you. Still, Jamil doesn’t mind going places with you and Kalim. It means he gets to watch over his two responsibilities at the same time and not have to worry about the other.

Ramshackle might become his new sanctuary. It’s dusty and gross, and the furniture smells like mildew, but there are no expectations for him. When things get too much, he might show up at your doorstep to relax a bit. He probably won’t be spending the night, too worried about Kalim burning the dorm down in that situation, but he’ll be there for a few hours. It’s also the time he can be more affectionate towards you. PDA isn’t something he partakes in at all. Even walking to class, he normally won’t hold your hand, deciding you two would stand out too much. In the safety of Ramshackle, though? No expectations. No onlookers. He can just be with you.

He’s going to love it if you partake in his hobbies. Do you want to learn to dance? Say no more; he’s going to show you the beginner moves and make sure you don’t get injured (just don’t practice without him, he’ll worry about you snapping your neck doing a headstand). Do you want to come to his basketball games and practice? He’s going to show off a little more than usual, but don’t voice it. He swears he’s just taking practice seriously, but Floyd and Ace will notice the difference and tease him. If you help him clean up after games and practice, expect him to steal you away and leave you breathless with kisses in the closet. He’s hyped up from that adrenaline and feeling on top of the world still.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST #TWST x Reader #TWST Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Disney #TWST Disney #Kalim Al-Asim #Kalim Al-Asim x Reader #Kalim x Reader #Jamil Viper #Jamil Viper x Reader #Jamil x Reader

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herwritingartcowboy · 3 years ago

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Want A Paradise

A/n: First time writing for this character and this fandom.

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Charcter(s) Kunikuzushi (Scaramouche)

Warning(s): Mentions of blood

Readers Gender: GN

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{Art credit to @/koiissaa on twitter}

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What if you were a fatui and scaramouche never became scaramouche.

You always went down this path but by the many times you did you never shall this. It was a small boy with long indigo hair and eyes. He looked confused and scared all at the same time. You went up to him trying to see if he was alright but he only backed away from you.

“Are you okay, it's alright I'm not going to harm you, you may be a stranger but your words were soothing and warm to him so he only got closer. “Can you please tell me what happened”, he did want to talk to you but he couldn’t find his voice he only just hugged you as he cried laying his head on your chest. You patted his back as you helped him get up and even helped and guided him to your home. As you laid the male down in your bed he still wouldn’t let go of you so you just laid next to him as you ran your fingers through his hair.

That's how you meet Kunikuzushi. He was a quiet joyful, soft spoken, and clingy, and at times a bit clumsy. It did take time for him to get comfortable with you but it did pay out.

Everything was fine until you and kunikuzushi were finally official but then you started to lose money. Your job hired a new manager that wasn't so kind to its workers, so it was hard to get anything for the both of you. You were going to be in debt so without Kunikuzushi knowing you went and became one of the eleven fatui harbingers. It wasn't a friendly job but it made ends meet as you knew you and him can live in paradise after this.

Kunikuzushi was worried for you, you haven't come home and it was starting to get dark. He was about to go out until he heard the front door open. He ran to the door seeing you, with your hand holding your side. He went closer to you seeing it was a big injury and blood was coming out he started to panic as he went to go get the first aid.

You apologized for coming back late all bloody. “What happened?Who did this to you?I was worried.” “Don’t be and why are you up this late anyways?” “You know i can't sleep without you by my side”. You smiled as you placed your hand on his cheek and gave him a kiss on the lips to shore him everything was fine. Today was your day off as you wanted to go take kunikuzushi to a nice cafe until you heard someone's voice. “Hey Y/n, what are you doing” “Oh hey Childe i was just out with my partner here” “I didn’t know, how come you never told me” “Some things i keep in private”.

Childe or Tartaglia was number eleven of the fatui. You had no big problems with him as you both found respect as you are now the sixth. You never hinted or told anybody about your life like everyone else. But Childe did say that he was doing this for his younger brother and you just kept quiet. So that's why it was such a shock for him seeing you here with someone.

For the rest of the date Childe tagged along with the both of you as Kunikuzushi found it entertaining and found it annoying. You all did part way as you both went home and relaxed in the tub together. “So is he your friend?” “No” “Aw even i know you need more friends” “All i need it you”. The boy laughed as he got more comfortable in the warm bath.

You were both laying down on your shared bed as you held the male closer to you as thoughts invaded your mind. You only just wanted to be you and him, with your job you can provide him a good life. He told you about what he went through and how he is still scared of you and he might get hurt. Back then you were scared but put on a brave face for him but now you know you can protect him.

Soon Kunikuzushi did ask you about marriage and when you explained to him what it was he asked to become your wife and you happily agreed. You were just going to do a paper sign, maybe with some stuffed animals around and put the ring on the finger, have a sexy night and call it a day. But as you were at a meeting your ‘wedding’ got brought up to the others. “Y/n why not just have a nice wedding here i know we would all love to see you beloved”. You only rolled your eyes nodding your head in response but in private you were furious, Who found out, who told everyone. You never wanted to bring him anywhere near this but you had to go along with it.

The wedding was simple, nothing too big and just you co workers were there. Once the wedding was over they put on a nice little dinner. You knew something was up so you told him not to question or touch anything. “So i hope your-”, it was an attack as your first instinct was to grab your husband and run. You knew something was off, maybe just some random wannabe archon believers. Till you were in a dead end and cornered, you promised yourself to never do this but you have to. There was blood everywhere as you looked back at your husband. He was terrified. You calmed down as you kneeled down beside him putting your bloody hand on his cheek, that's when he broke down crying. “Are you okay,you're not bleeding right?” “I’m fine, and this ain't my blood”. You heard clapping as you turned around seeing the first fatui. “I knew you would share your true colors to him, no one likes liars”, You knew what he ment but that didn’t stop you from leaving with your husband in your arms.

“You could've told me” “I just wanted to be my pure minded boy” “You know i’m not”. He hugged you tightly as you laid down on the shared bed. “I promise you don’t need to worry, i’ll make sure we get are paradise”.

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plush-rabbit · 3 years ago

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Pining For You

Request: Hi bunny! Can i request pining hcs for Lucifer and diavolo pls? For a reader that's very oblivious, and very physically affectionate with the others. Thanks!

A/N: This was really fun to do!! I hope that you enjoy!!

Lucifer:

Pining for you ruins him. It ruins Lucifer in a way that it shouldn’t have ever been possible. He’s not one for the more romantic emotions, he’s far too busy with his own life to focus on something so frivolous. And yet, when the Avatar of Pride looks at you, he can’t help but feel a twisting around his heart and heat that settles in his chest and burns against him. It’s an odd feeling to pine over someone, especially when it’s him. It should be the other way around, it should be you wanting to confess and yet, he doesn’t find the entire experience awful.

It’s been a long time since he’s felt this way, so long that he can’t remember what the feeling is supposed to mean. He doesn’t have time for a relationship, and yet when you come knocking at his door, he’s willing to drop everything and run after you even if it’s for a simple task of reaching for the top cupboard. He’s willing to abandon his duties and promises, and have you lead him astray. It’s you that makes him a mess and it’s you that he’s fallen for. You’re oblivious and kind, and you’re human and one day you’ll die, but it’s you that he wants. If it’s you, he’d welcome any feeling, just to know that it was you that had left such a mark against his heart and soul.

You’re touchy with the others- constantly throwing your arms around them, leaning on their arms, and even playing with their hands. It leaves the demon with a bad taste in his mouth. He could easily return your affections, but it isn’t him that you’re choosing. He won’t admit it, but it makes him feel jealousy. He shouldn’t have to feel his way, and he doesn’t want to, but he does. He won't admit it, but due to you being so overly affectionate, he decides to have you closer to him. He has you sit with him during meal times, during council meetings he saves you a seat beside him, and he’ll find any excuse to just have you sit beside him.

Pride and obliviousness don’t go together. He’s sure of himself and he makes his attraction known to you, and yet, you can only smile and hold his hands in yours and tell him that you like him as well. It leaves him frustrated knowing that he’s confessed to you and yet you only take it as a friendly gesture. Despite the actions that he takes to have you notice him in a romantic way, you don’t. You take it as any other friendly gesture and he’s left with a headache forming between his brows and a heavy heart. It isn’t sadness- at least he doesn’t want to admit that. He’s a demon, a simple human shouldn’t be affecting him so and yet, you do. You make him want to scream when you accept his gifts and tell him how much you love them only to kiss his cheek and show them off to the others. It had to be in your nature to be oblivious, and while it’s frustrating, he’s still grateful that it’s you. He just wants you to see him the way that he sees you. You’re the one that turned the Avatar of Pride into such a mess that it's almost laughable if it weren’t his feelings at play.

A confession to you is not easy, but he doesn’t mind a bit of work. Lucifer knocks at your door, his head held high and hands clasped behind his back and he’s grateful that he has gloves to conceal how clammy his hands have gotten. When you open the door, he smiles gently at you and enters your room. His confession is meant to be short. He’s meant to just tell you that he has feelings for you but then he sees the way that you tilt his head and he’s left confessing himself to you. You are a human and yet you’re the one that has reduced him to nothing more than a mess. You’ve done so much for him and the only thing that he has to show for it are feelings that at away at him, feelings that make him lose his breath, and something so raw that it’s painful. He hadn’t known that pining after you would have caused such a ruckus in his life, but it has. You’ve left hi in a disarray. He’s your demon, and you’re his master, and whatever you want from him, he’d be willing to do.

Diavolo:

Diavolo hadn’t expected to find himself attracted to you in a romantic sense. He loves humans and in turn, humanity, but he never thought that the exchange student would be the one to capture his attention- especially when he was a prince and you were only a simple human. He sits with his feelings and that’s something that’s new to him. He’s so used to rushing forward without a thought, without a fear of consequence, but this time, it’s different. He doesn’t know what to do, he just sits with his emotions until he finally admits to out loud that he does have feelings for you.

You spend so much time with the others that it isn’t fair. He can’t spend time with you because he’s a prince, he has things to attend to and oversee and that costs him so much. He’s glad that you’re spending time with the others, that you aren’t alone, but at the same time, you rely on them, but not him. At a certain point, he starts to request your presence for just simple things at first- joining him for a meal, walking through the garden, attending a few more human related events, and then it gradually increases to staying late at the castle due to him convincing you to spend your time in the library, sitting beside him while he signs documents, and even just the simple task of him giving you a proper tour of the castle- anything to keep you around him longer. It’s all just a cheap ploy to get you to spend time with him. Sure he feels a bit guilty about it, but he’s also a demon, guilt is something he feels and to him, it’s just another emotion that he can easily rid himself of.

It isn’t easy to get you to notice his feelings for you. He’s sure that you can sense something has shifted in the dynamic but that also may be him just wanting to believe in that. Demon courting and human courting are two very different things that he isn’t quite sure which one to do. He’s sure you’d accept his gifts, but would you know the meanings behind it? If he were to ask you out on a date would you simply believe that he was just requesting more of your time? It’s such a bother, but it’s something that he must deal with- it’s his feelings and he’ll sort them out for you. He ends up trying a mix of both, hell flowers that seep with fortunes when bled on, a lovely note written in your textbook, gifts that are weighted in jewels and gold, and stuffed animals that he’s seen you admire. It’s a mix of things, but you seem to enjoy them so he doesn’t stop.

Perhaps it’s the demon in him that makes him so territorial when it comes to you. He’s surprised at his jealousy of having others touch you and having you reciprocate the touch- to reach out and cup their face or for you to pull them close for a hug. It leaves an awful, acidic taste on his tongue, an anger brewing in him that has him huffing out like a child. There should be no reason for him to feel so awful, but yet he does. It’s no surprise that you enjoy touch, but he can still sense your hesitation when it comes towards him. He thinks that it might have to deal with his title, but that’s only a hunch. At a certain point, he has to take the step forward and grab your hand that is so small in his and let it cup against his jaw and cheeks and when you run your thumb under his bottom lip, he only leans towards you, quiet with his eyes closed.

The poor prince can only handle his own feelings for so long. You’re oblivious and while that’s just a thing of yours, he can’t just sit quietly and hope you’ll pick up on the signals. Eventually, Diavolo pulls you aside and sits you beside him, his knee pressing against yours and his hands clasped over yours. It’s straightforward, he leaves no room for miscommunication. He tells you how he adores you, how you’re the one that makes him nervous and how he wishes that you would look at him the way that he looks at you, and as he lifts your hand to touch against his chest where his heart rests, you can only look at him with wide eyes. All he wants is to hold your hand and have you be beside him for as long as you’d let him; he may be a prince, but you’re the one who holds power over him. He’d bow before you and kiss your knuckles, he’d sully his own name if it meant that you would only kiss his temple.

#obey me #om swd #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer headcanons #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo headcanons #i thought this was cute #and it was short #i hope you enjoy!!#love you bye

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myherofanfictionacademy · 3 years ago

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Omegaverse Headcanons

Gender Neutral reader

Bakugo:

Bakugo’s scent is a mixture of cinnamon and caramel, with just a little bit of smokiness.

He’s more aggressive when his primal instincts take over, especially when it’s over an omega.

Many betas and other alphas try to court him, but he only sees himself being with an omega. He prefers their sweetness.

He has a hard time finding someone to court since most omegas get overwhelmed by his aggressiveness.

When Bakugo finally comes across you, it surprises him that you simply laugh at his behavior, even going as far as offering him some sweets.

He thinks he’s smooth when it comes to secretly scenting you, trying to lure you into his trap of falling for him.

You just think it’s silly, but let him think that it’s working, eventually starting a courtship with him.

Bakugo gladly accepts the bracelet, and makes you a necklace in return.

Kirishima:

Kirishima’s scent is crisp apple, and a little earthy.

He’s not aggressive at all, unless someone is making an omega uncomfortable, or hurting them in some way.

When Kirishima sees how uncomfortable you are as an alpha tries to force you to accept a courting gift, he jumps in to help you.

The way you looked up at him with awe and profusely thanked him made his heart skip a few beats.

Kirishima knew that he wanted to court you, but he wanted to start out by simply getting to know you.

You felt extremely safe around him, so you were always found right by his side.

He is the one to make the first move in starting a courtship, gifting you a sculpture made from rock.

You give him a watch that you had made with the help of your grandfather.

Denki:

Denki’s scent is fruity, and the smell of rain.

He’s not aggressive unless he gets taunted too much.

He isn’t very good at interacting with omegas as they made his instincts go into hyperdrive.

Denki is surprised when he finds out that you are an omega as you make him feel more calm than alert for your safety.

He did like it though, so he was quick in coming up with a plan to court you.

Denki watches closely to find out your likes and dislikes, leading him to give you a giant stuffed animal he made and scented.

You accept it and gift him with a charm that you made of one of his favorite characters.

Midoriya:

Midoriya’s scent is strawberry.

He is very good at staying calm, unless he sees someone in trouble/distress, which causes his instincts to come out more.

He bumps into a child while on patrol, only to find you, her babysitter, a few minutes later.

With the girl falling asleep in his arms, you ask Midoriya if he can carry her home, since she’s finally asleep after hours of you trying to get her to nap.

After that, Midoriya finds himself spending time with you, his inner alpha going crazy to court you.

He courts you by writing a letter, since it’s easier for him to get everything out on paper rather than saying it.

You give him a bracelet that has some charms of All Might on it.

Todoroki:

Todoroki’s scent is sweet and lemony.

Nothing really aggravates him, but he won’t hesitate to defend someone, especially when they can’t defend themselves.

There are plenty of people, alphas, betas, and omegas, who try to court him, but he just isn’t interested in them. He wants to experience real love.

When you enter Todoroki's life, you’re just another person in his friend group, but over time he feels something change.

He begins to feel the need to be around you more, and have more of your comforting touch, especially when you play with his hair.

When you write him a letter as a courting gift, he accepts it, giving you a special stone somehow made of fire and ice.

Tamaki:

Tamaki’s scent is blueberry.

He is not aggressive at all, unless he absolutely has to be.

No one seems to find any interest in him due to his timid nature, so he loses hope of ever finding someone to court.

You change that when you pick him, out of everyone, to be partners during a project.

Tamaki clings to you whenever he feels nervous, but you don’t mind at all, even making yourself available whenever he needs to go somewhere with a large crowd.

You know you’ll have to start the courting process, so you make an octopus charm for him.

He accepts it, and, although he feels like he might pass out from happiness, he manages to make you an octopus plush.

Hawks:

Hawk’s scent is the natural outdoors smell, and rain.

He can be very aggressive, but keeps a level head most of the time.

A lot of alphas throw themselves at Hawks, but he denies to start a courtship with any of them.

He ends up having to catch you during a villain attack since he accidentally causes you to get thrown off of a roof.

Unlike the typical reaction that he usually gets, you hit him for causing the accident to happen in the first place.

After that, Hawks constantly bugs you, in which he gets the same result of you ignoring him, but he just can’t stay away.

After some time, he gives you a necklace as a courting gift.

To his surprise, you accept and give him a drawing you made of him.

Aizawa:

Aizawa’s scent is Lavender.

He is good at hiding his aggressive nature, but it still comes out every once in a while.

He has known that a new nurse would be joining UA, but he never expected it to impact him.

When you entered the office to help patch him up, he became uncharacteristically flustered, causing a slight blush on his cheeks.

He would often visit your office to spend time with you, and to scent you so that others would know to stay away.

He wants to wait for you to court him.

When you approach him with a cat plushy for him to scent for you, he is more than willing to do so.

Aizawa, in return, gives you a ring.

Dabi:

Dabi’s scent smells like a campfire.

He doesn’t even try to hide his aggression, causing omegas to steer clear of him.

When he is walking down an alleyway, Dabi bumps into you.

He attempts to rob you, in which you simply move around him, and when he goes for his gun it is now in your hands.

You smile at him before throwing it back to him, making a snide remark.

Dabi can’t believe you’re an omega, but he finds himself drawn towards you nonetheless.

There are no courting gifts. It’s just an unspoken fact that you are his and he is yours, so there’s no need for any material things when there are plenty of emotions.

#mha x gender neutral reader #mha fanfiction #mha omegaverse #alpha bakugou #alpha kirishima #alpha denki #alpha deku #alpha todoroki #alpha tamaki #alpha aizawa #alpha hawks #alpha dabi

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years ago

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Life Is Strange

Part 4- The Door To Secrets

(Steven Grant x powered (f)reader)

Summary: Your world is coming to a strange new turn when you realize keeping Steven in the dark about you could mean losing him forever. Can you kill the beasts who threaten his very existence and keep him away from the voices in his own head before they ensnare him completely?

Warning: angst, fluff, eyy the wild times continue

Word count: 8685

Masterlist- Life Is Strange masterlist here

You sit on a local park bench alone, hands stuffed inside your jacket pockets, appearing rather broody. The sky is overcast and rain clouds threaten to dampen your already dreary mood as the wind sends your hair into a beautiful mess yet again. You make a face, blowing a piece of hair out of your eyes just as a pigeon lands on your left shoulder from out of nowhere.

You blink, turning your head to face the purple bellied fellow, "Is there a reason for this intrusion?" It shoves its feathery head right into your cheek in a playful manner, "What? Are the little school children bulling you again?"

The pigeon taps your shoulder with its three pronged foot, you raise a brow, "Huh. Well buddy it seems we both need to get our shit together and face our fears. You start first, tell me how it goes." The pigeon chirps in your ear and you jump away, "What the fu...heck." A woman and her two children walk past you, she gives you an odd look as you give her a friendly wave, "Nice day, yeah."

She keeps walking, ignoring you and probably a little weirded out.

You take the pigeon off your shoulder and hold it in front of you with both hands like a burrito, "Yeah? I never say yeah.....anyways, you're making me look like a weirdo. Get out of here you hunky coward."

"I'm not the one making you look like a weirdo." Coos the pigeon.

You give the feathery burrito a gentle shake, "I'm dealing with some things right now give me a damn break! Go ask Tum Tum to poop on one of the kids heads."

"Tum Tum has egglets now."

"What?" You as, surprised.

"You didn't know this? Thought the bird lady would have known already."

"Bird lady?" You retort, "You guys aren't my children."

"Aren't you sworn by Horus to protect all of us?"

You scoff, "Right, like I listen to everything bird Jesus tells me to do." You do, every time he asks.

"Well you should. And I'm going to poop on a child!" Yells the pigeon right before it pecks your hand, causing you to drop it into your lap where it abruptly takes off, "Thank you for the talk!"

You quickly jump to you feet, pointing up at the flying pigeon before belting out, "You're welcome!" You watch as it goes, flapping its small wings as it rises into the sky and out of sight when it flies past a bunch of thick trees with branches heavy with leaves.

"Who were you talking to?" Asks a young boy you can tell has Down Syndrome, he's short and is a little chubby with a raincoat on and boots to match. He looks up at you with quite a palpable fascination, he's never met an adult who talks to birds.

"Just...just myself."

"Not the bird?" He questions, tilting his head up at you curiously.

You let out a breathy laugh, "Might have been the bird too. They can be good company sometimes."

The boy nods like he knows what you mean, "I like to feed them. My mom lets me feed them bread after we get rolls at the bakery. I like the fluffy round ones, they taste the best out of all of the breads." He rambles excitedly.

"Huh, I might have to try them then."

"They're really really good. But I don't like the ones with nuts on them, blah, its gross and feels weird even if my mum says they're good for you. Not for me."

"No?"

He shakes his head, "No."

You smile softly as his mother approaches with a dog on the lead, one that you can tell is a service animal, she gives you a small wave in greeting, "Hi there I'm Thomas' mum, sorry but it seems he's a bit faster then I am when we go to the park. Keeps gettin' away from me." Thomas smiles cheekily as he pets his dog. "Was he botherin' you?"

"Not at all. We were talking about bread and feeding pigeons."

"He loves feeding the pigeons." Thomas nods happily, his mother takes a step to the side, "Well nice meeting you, have a good day."

"You too." You give Thomas a wink, "Feed some pigeons for me." He smiles brightly as you turn to leave. As you're walking down the cement sidewalk in the park can you hear his mother comment on how nice of a young lady you are, then her laughter can be heard along with her telling Thomas they'll have to make a stop at the bakery.

You keep walking onward past more people out for a stroll in the overcast weather as every bird on a branch you pass by watches you go. They can feel the power of your aurora just as all animals with feathers tend to do, from the moment Horus turned you into his champion has this been apart of your life. You can understand birds and they you, and always do they watch out for your passing when you're near.

Soon have you found your way out of the park and en route for Steven's flat, this is the day you're going to tell him everything. No holding back, if you want to protect him, if you want him to trust you again. He needs to know why you've been holding things back from him, he needs to know that you're not lying for the wrong reasons, he needs to know you love him.

Finally you reach his apartment complex and enter through the back door where you don't have to buzz in nor be seen on any security cameras. You walk down the hallways and climb up the stairs until at last do you reach his door, you stand there and pause, you hadn't prepared what you wanted to start with. Nor how to say it, how to explain everything in the least overwhelming way possible.

You take a breath and reach up to knock, though you hesitate a moment, “Just knock, stupid." You mumble to yourself. Your knuckles make contact with the metal door, knock knock knock, three raps and you take a step back to wait for him to answer.

Seconds drawl on far longer then they should, you knock again, three raps to the door before standing back again. Nothing, again. You heart fills with worry, "No, stop it. Calm down he could be sleeping or out for something." You tell yourself, trying to calm your nerves.

Waiting another minute more, you can't take it any longer and pull out a spare key, the small metal object slides into the port hole, you turn it and the lock clicks. You turn the door handle and ever so slowly open the door as gently as you can, you peak inside but by the time the door is full open are you clouded with uncertainty. Steven's not here.

You take another breath and close the door behind you with a click. Your key slips inside your pocket as you enter the flat completely, its been about two and a half days since last you two spoke to one another. He called you on the phone that night after your argument and told you he would call back when he was ready, then almost three days later and nothing, that's never like him.

So now you're here. Your eyes survey the room full of mostly books stacked upon tables, all seems to be in relative order as it always tends to look, messy and clean in its own unique way. You wander on over to his goldfish and bend down to look at him properly, its big dark eyes stare up at you as its mouth moves like it's sucking in through an invisible straw. You sigh, "You know where he went?" The goldfish doesn't say anything.

"Hungry?" No reply. You snatch some fish food off the counter and dump some into the fish tank, the little fish sucks up the pellets as soon as they hit the water. You smile and stand back to watch, "Good fish, too bad I can't talk to you guys. That would help a lot actually. But unfortunately Horus isn't the god of the sea nor aquatic creatures with scales."

You catch the sight of something shiny in the corner of your eye from off to your right, you leave the fish to search for the whatever that's caught your attention. On a desk near a window, under some papers is the edge of a key, if the sun never captured your attention when it did you'd never have seen it. The key is silver and well hidden in the mess of books and papers and other nick nacks alike.

You pull it from the papers its hidden within and the book atop of that, the key looks fresh like it's just recently been crafted, on the side is a number, 43. Your brows furrow as you pocket the key and turn to snoop around Steven's apartment some more, you search through his drawers and then his bookshelf before realizing something.

You've never really looked around his flat, you've been here many times before but that was all for sex or to watch a movie on his laptop, or both. You've never actually taken the time to explore his area with him and see what he has hidden, you pull a book out, its French. He talked about this book at the museum but you never saw it before, you forgot he even had it.

You return the book back to its rightful place and walk over to pass round the fish tank though a piece of wrinkled paper falls to the floor from the wind of your quick movement. You stop and reach down to pick it up, you stand fully, observing the back of the paper that you turn to the front where it reads in someones handwriting...

Thur. 16 - fed fish Fri. 17 - fed fish Sat. 18 - fed fish Wed. 22 - fed fish

Your brows furrow at this, Saturday the eighteenth was the last time you saw him which was three days ago, what was he doing in that time? You bite your bottom lip as your mind wanders around for an answer that comes just as you'd been hoping for though you're not exactly thrilled about it. There's a possibility he might have forgotten, there's also a possibility Steven isn't Steven right now. And that thought you don't like one damn bit.

You bite the inside of your cheek, no that can't be, no way. You take a step backwards and try to steady your breathing, you feel weird all over. Like you've lost something incredibly valuable with no way of finding it ever again. You slap the piece of paper back onto the counter near the fish tank and bolt for the door.

Once in your own flat, relatively much cleaner now, you stand in the middle of your room on the old shaggy carpet with your phone in one hand. You stare down at it with a conflicted expression across your features, you glance at your crocodile plushie, "I just want to make sure he's okay, that's it. Then I'll let him be."

You scroll to his name and press down, you bring the phone to you ear and listen as it rings and rings and rings until his voicemail shows up. "Hello it's Steven Grant, sorry I can't talk to ya right now I'm a bit busy but leave a message and I'll get right back to ya. Cheers." You bring the phone away from your ear, hand falling to your side as you think of what to do.

He always answers, always. Especially when it's you.

You try again, no answer. Then again, no answer. Then a fourth time with the same exact results. You can't help but begin to grow with an anxious frustration, is he done with you for good or can he not get to the phone because of something else entirely? You have a feeling its the ladder, he can't reach the phone because he physically cannot. But where the hell is he?

You open up your phone once more and do a little digging around before you're able to pin point his location, its some storage unit place a couple blocks from where you live. Deeply puzzled by this do you grab your shoes and soon head out the door in search of Steven's actual whereabouts.

It doesn't take you long before you've reached the place and walk through the front door and into the small room, you saunter up to the young man at the front desk eating some Thai as he watches a movie on his phone. You place an elbow upon the desk and clear your throat, he slowly looks up to lock eyes with you.

Immediately does he scramble to set down his bowl of noodles and unplug his two earbuds, "Sorry ma'am, how can I help you?" Says a British accent you can't quite pinpoint from where, as you'd expected.

"I need into a unit."

He pushes his glasses up higher, "Yeah. Alright whot's the name and numba?"

"Spector. 43."

The young man looks surprised, "Oh neat, I didn't know Marc had a girlfriend. Yeah, cool.." You blink, not appearing amused in the slightest, "Right, so go down that hallway and take a right."

"Thanks." You mutter, removing your hand from the counter to begin heading for the other door leading into the storage facility, you stop with the door halfway open, "Hey, was he here recently?"

The man nods, "Yeah, said he needed som-fin for his hikin' trip to some place in Germany I dunno he talked pretty fast kinda like you. But he sounded a little different. Guess it was a boys trip, yeah."

You nod, "A boys trip, right." He watches as you walk out the door, returning to his noodles and movie as soon as you're gone.

You wander down the long hallway between orange storage units until finally reaching unit 43, you stand in front of the looming box of mystery. So Marc is in control just as you've feared, you can't prevent this when he's called by Khonshu. But you can figure out where he goes and why, anything to possibly aid in preventing him from doing this shit again.

You know Marc was only able to front because Steven had become so emotionally distressed by you, and now you pay the price for it. You take the heavy lock in one hand and fish out the key in your other, you press it in the key port and turn, the metal curve pops open. You take out the lock and hook it onto the opened door handle before opening the orange metal door.

You walk inside to a storage unit that looks more like a makeshift bunker then a place where things like old furniture or antiques should be held. In the corner is a cot, opposite to this is a bunch of boxed shelving made for easy transportation and near the side of the cot is a box with a small jaw-string bag on top of it. You walk over to pick this up and feel for what could be inside.

Its light but you can feel a phone, some clothing, and a book inside of it. Taking a seat on the cot, your curiosity takes the better of you and you can't help but open up the contents onto the bed by your side. What falls out is a phone with Egyptian hieroglyphics on the back case cover, a thin white sweatshirt, and a book on Romanian language and slang. You pick up the phone and turn it on.

The screen shows your missed calls with a battery life of 27% in the corner, you almost break the phone in your hand from how helpless you feel. Heart brewing with frustration as you force yourself to relax your tight grasp before you end up cracking his screen or breaking it altogether. You take a steady breath and stuff the phone, shirt, and book back into the small bag, setting it on the box near the cot just as you found it.

You stand and give the place a once over before heading out the door, you lock it up and pocket your key once again. You turn and let yourself make it a couple more feet before you stop, fists balled up until the knuckles turn white and the bones of your metacarpals protrude underneath the layer of skin. You wanted to destroy that room to ruin and send a blast of furious wind throughout the entire facility.

Instead, you kept walking, said good day to the worker, and left without another word.

Now three days later do you sit in the same park you began this journey in, completely alone this time, no little boy to distract you nor any pigeons to tell you their troubles. Completely alone. Just you, the wind, and the sky above. A sky with thick puffy clouds and a sun stretching high into the sky, you close your eyes and lean your head back into the hard wooden back of the bench.

You haven't seen Steven in six damn days and have been the most irritated and anxious mess of a person you've ever been. And there's not a fucking thing you can do about it, you couldn't find a trace of him anywhere. Not snooping around his flat again, not at his work, and not in the storage unit you couldn't help but go back to in case you missed something the first time. You didn't.

Suddenly your phone buzzes rapidly within your pocket, you sigh and slowly reach in to grab it, bringing it lazily up to your ear without even glancing to see who it is. There's a short list of people it could be and right now you don't care enough to look, you instinctively hit the green answer button, "Hello." You deadpan, sounding less then trilled to be taking this call.

"Y/N!" You bolt upright in your seat the second his voice hits your ears.

"Steven?" You urge, incredibly relieved to hear his adorably sweet accent again.

He lets out a breath on the other end, sounding just as relieved as you are, "Oh dears I'm so glad you answered, I think I've been through it now love..."

"What happened?" Did Marc somehow talk to him?

Steven lets out a nervous laugh, "Well, I really dunno Y/N. One moment I'm in bed ready to sleep and I wake up, go to work and Donna's tellin' me I've missed the past five days at the museum. I think I'm loosing it, love. I haven't been this bad in a long time, I'm so tired, I feel like I've climbed a bloody mountain and right back down again. I dunno what's going on, could you...could you come over?"

You take a steady breath, "I thought you didn't want to see me."

The other end goes quiet for a long moment, you bite your bottom lip really wishing you hadn't just said that, it wasn't spoken harshly at all. Quite solemnly in all truth, but Steven's back from his adventure with Marc he never knew he was even on and you threw another bout of added stress. Stupid. You open your mouth to say something when he cuts you off.

"That....no....uh, you don't have to tell me what you don't want to okay. I shouldn't have accused you of..."

"No Steven it's fine. I owe you some truth and we both know it so don't worry about it alright, I'll be there soon." You add, pausing a moment, "Laters gators."

He smiles wearily on the other end, "Laters gators."

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You've never walked anywhere so fast in your entire life, if anyone saw you at the park they'd probably have seen a woman jogging in boots and a jacket faster then the average park runner. You swiftly navigated through the streets until at last did you make it to his apartment building, slipping through the doors one of the residents was just about to close. Then right up the stairs and down the hall to his door.

Where you stand right now as nervous as a teen on a date for the first time, though these butterflies in your stomach are for something far different then meeting a cute guy you're really into. You're terrified to tell him the full truth of who you are, scared he'll be afraid of you, even more terrified he'll lose enough control that Marc or even fucking Khonshu may make an unexpected appearance.

You gather your courage and shove down your nerves to knock at the door, when you attempt to knock a second rap does the door swing open. Steven greets you with dark fearful eyes, he looks lost and out of it, and rather quite tired if you're being honest. However he cannot help but give you a small meek little grin when he sees you standing there as his rock and honest savior.

"Come in please." Urges Steven as you walk into the room without delay, he closes the door and locks it from behind you while you turn around to face him. He turns from the door to face you, the two of you look to one another like a pair of shy teenagers as you begin to feel a bit awkward until he rushes forward to envelope you into a tight hug.

His arms just about crush you while he buries his head into the crook of your neck, you immediately relax into him, wrapping your arms around your frightened lover like its the last time you may ever meet again. He feels good, warm as the summer sun and solid as a great stone though Steven hugging you is much more then a stone could ever give.

The two of you hold this embrace for a long time, just feeling one another so close after days apart. You can tell he's deeply troubled about something, this something you have a pretty solid clue as to what it could be, you know him far more then he truly understands. After another minute without a word spoken do you turn your head to press your cheek to his, "What's wrong Steven?" You gently ask.

He gives your body a last squeeze before pulling away though his hands still hold your forearms, he frowns, "I wish I knew love, I really do. And uh, guess that's my problem huh." He laughs nervously, "I think I'm missin' some days and before you say anythin' I know that sounds bonkers but it's true."

"Why do you think that?"

Steven purses his lips together, "I saw you called my phone but the days seemed all wrong, I know I wouldn't have waited that long to answer you. And I'm really tired and I missed my work and I dunno what's happenin' to me love I just feel really really weird again like before I met you and I could sleep a good night." He rambles as you listen intently, "I dunno what's wrong with me....I don't, I don't know what's happenin' again."

You give him a soft look, "What do you remember before you woke up this morning?"

He thinks for a short moment, "I remember uh...I remember you and me after the tea shop." He looks sad, "I said some mean things to you, I know I did. I was bein' a real twat about it too and I'm sorry for that."

You shake your head, "It's done with." You gift him a gentle smile, "What else do you remember?"

"Uh...comin' here, I went to sleep and I was really having the weirdest dreams ever in my life. I was in this place with these people but I couldn't understand them, I think one was yelling at me but I dunno things get blurry. Then I wake up here and I've missed your messages and it's not the next day its another day Y/N. It's a whole six other days away and I've missed work and everythin' and I don't bloody know what to think." oh, Steven.

"That's it? Nothing else?"

He sighs heavily, dark eyes staring deeply into yours, "That's it. Honest."

"Alright, good." You bring your hand up to cup his cheek, beyond glad to have him with you once again, "Are you hungry?"

"A little." He leans into your touch, "I don't wanna go anywhere though."

"We don't have to. I'll order us something alright, whatever you want and we can watch a movie while we're at it, sound good?"

Steven smiles, "Yeah, sounds good."

You had chosen then to hold onto the truth for a little longer, you couldn't just rip off a freshly given band-aid to someone who really needs it. And Steven really needs it, you let him lay in bed as you ordered his favorite, then you snatched his laptop from the table and fell into bed with him. He found a movie you had to laugh at when he chose it, Night at the Museum, he thought it was funny too.

In fact, he chose it just to make you laugh. He'd felt bad about how the tea shop date had ended, how he spoke to you and everything. He was accusatory and put you on the spot, and after that when he was alone in his bed with the ankle brace on and you not with him. He'd realized your personal business was yours and your own to keep until you chose otherwise to speak of it.

But he felt too terrible to call you and talk after he called the first time to tell you he'd speak when he was ready, he was assuming you'd be too angry with him to want to talk again. So he went to sleep and had the strangest dreams before waking up more tired then he started, with a body that felt like lead, muscles sore and weary. Then he looked at his phone and things never felt more off, he even went to work only to be told it was his day off and he'd missed the past few days altogether.

They luckily pitied his confusion, blaming it all on his sleep walking and that was that, he went home. He quickly remembered what you two talked about last and feeling completely overwhelmed by his lapse in memory did he call you. Hoping to God you'd answer him and agree to come see him, maybe help him understand what's been happening too.

And though he wanted you to tell him what was wrong with him, he knew you hadn't had a clue either. And when you offered him food and a cuddle movie session as the cherry on top, well how could he push you and ask if you'd finally tell him more about yourself? So he didn't, he ate and held you close until the movie ended.

Then he kissed you and the two of you fell asleep and that was that. ——

You suck in a deep breath, rousing away from your heavy slumber as the bed moves with the weight of Steven slipping away from you. You open your eyes to watch as he walks into the bathroom to begin his morning routine. You close your eyes for what seems a couple of seconds. But when you're opening them again he's seated on a chair near the table trying to put his other shoe on.

He ties it and stands, you blink lazily as he walks over to you, he steps over the sand ring before leaning into the mattress. He places a gentle hand upon your hair before leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. You reach up to place your hand over his and he smiles down fondly at your sleepy form.

"I gotta go to work love, I'll see you later." Whispers Steven as he kisses the back of your hand before placing another kiss upon your cheek. He chuckles to himself when you start to smile even with your eyes closed.

You slowly slide your hand off of his, letting it lay upon the softness of the bed sheets, "Laters gators." You softly mumble, somewhere halfway between dreamland and the land of the living.

Steven kisses your cheek one last time, "Laters gators."

You feel his presence retract away from you and the mattress of the bed bounce back into its original form with his weight gone. And through your tiredness do you still yearn to have him with you, a hand over your torso, his body pressed impossibly close to yours. His cheek pressing against your forehead as his soft breaths fan across your face.

You love waking up to that more then anything else in the entire world, there's truly nothing better. But his damn job keeps him from these blissful mornings with you more often then not, you only hope that after today he still wants to see you again. After you finally tell him about everything, holding nothing back. But first you're going to let him work, then you'll visit him at closing hours and take him to get something to eat.

Then after all that do you plan on telling him about the thing with Horus and you being his champion and whatnot. He'll probably still like you, right?

Right? ——

A man and his dog just narrowly run into you on the street when you cross with the small crowd of women heading off to start their night for some bachelorette party. You slip past them and keep heading forward for the sight of the museum in your nearing proximity. The day is turning to dusk and all you can say that you've done is feed Steven's goldfish and take a walk in the park to pass the time while he's gone.

But something inside you hasn't let you rest since the moment you stepped outside into the mid-morning air, it was almost as though you walked into a whiff of wet dog scent. A gnarly smell that just about caused your eyes to water, you had checked all around the area and even the whole entire block. But in the end of your search there was nothing to give for it, the scent was gone.

You'd been suspicious of mischievous activity ever since, the smell was still a mystery to you as you headed down the street, mulling it over with yourself. You couldn't tell what had given you that prominent smell, it wasn't a jackal and it certainly wasn't a vampire, but it also didn't smell like a being of the Underworld either. Creatures of the Underworld always smell vaguely of sulfur and rotten eggs, and vampires for that matter smell of a strange mix of flowers too sweet to smell nice.

But still, you knew this smell was something you've encountered before, however it must have been a long long time ago. Because whatever odd odor that caught your scent this morning, whatever it was, whoever it was, you've met their kind before. Well, at least you think you have, maybe....you're still not so sure.

You jog up the stone steps and past the pillars before passing through the glass doors and into the museum you go, security gives you a surprised look as you walk past. Its been a short while since you've been here after all, you notice Donna at the gift shop and slip behind an Egyptian statue right before she's able to see you. You slyly walk around behind the gift shop as you trek onward in search of Steven.

You catch a glimpse of him walking past a large wall with Egyptian relics propped up on small stands encased behind glass, the part of the room here is shadowed to allow the exhibits to shine brighter in their small piece of light. He heads for the door at the far end, the one leading into the employees only area as you take notice of the ceramic pot in his arms. The mystery of how they let him hold let alone transport such a thing brings a smile to your face.

As you gain closer to him can you hear him muttering to himself "don't drop it Stevie, don't drop it, just keep walking concentrate concentrate" and you force yourself to hold in your laughter. However, you're a trickster at heart after all and slyly wander up to him from behind, when he's just about made it to the door do you tap him on the shoulder.

Steven jumps as he whips around to face his gentle assailant, though his hands shake and open when he does this causing the beautiful Egyptian pot to fly out of his hands and take a quick dive for the tiled flooring. He yelps for the pot and in fright, already seeing FIRED in his near future, shutting his eyes tight as he embraces for the sounds of shattering ceramic pot upon hard museum tile. He never hears a thing but your stifled laughter.

Ever so carefully does he open one eye and then the other, there you are, a smile upon your radiant face and the Egyptian pot in your one hand. Balanced so perfectly like you've done this a thousand times before, Steven lets out a sigh of relief, "Y/N you blessed woman." He breaths out, "Oh my dears I thought I was nearly about to be fired."

"It would have been my fault if you were."

He snorts, waving you off, "Eh. So, whot you doin' here love?"

"Well your shift is almost done and I did promise you something to eat afterwards, and I might just really like looking at your face. So yunno, there's that too." Steven breaks out into a beaming grin at your words.

"I got ten more minutes. Wait for me by the pillar?"

You hold out the pot for him to take, "Ten minutes. Anything can happen in ten minutes." You add with a wiggle of your brows.

He takes the pot from you, holding it tight with both arms wrapped around it like a child with his favorite stuffed animal, "I'm not gonna drop it yeah?" You tilt you head at him and he gives you a playfully offended look, "I'm not. See, all held nice and tight and safe okay? We're gonna make it to storage in one piece."

"Or a couple hundred."

He sends you a comical glare, "Y/N." Warns Steven.

You hold up your hands and take a step backwards, "Alright, alright. If you say so, see you outside butterfingers." You turn on your heal and start swiftly walking away from him.

"Hey!" Shouts Steven in protest as he watches you fast walk away, "I'll get you for that one love!"

You look at him from over your shoulder, "With what? A pool noodle, you'd drop it before you even had a chance." Steven smiles, snickering to himself as you send him a wink, turning to find your way out of the cavernous room and into the main room of the museum. And he thinks then to himself, how'd he get so lucky? What a true marvel you are, no matter how mysterious.

You lean against the stone pillar out front as the sky turns from day to night, the clouds are coated in the last bits of oranges and pinks while a great moon takes its place in the sky of stars and vast darkness. The night is cool but comfortable as you wait for Steven to find his freedom from within the confinements of that old museum of stolen artifacts.

After about fifteen minutes does he finally walk out and make a beeline directly for you, you push off the pillar and walk over to meet him. He smiles brightly and pulls you in for a brief hug, "Sorry I had you waitin' so long, it was Donna again."

You take his arm and begin to walk towards the steps, "No worries, but remember I could do something about that if you wanted. Make it look like an accident."

"No, no, none of that. Can't have you goin' to jail, I fear I'd never sleep well again." Worries Steven as the two of you walk down the steps, making it to the sidewalk and turning right, "My time after work is something I look forward too you know? Cause well..." His cheeks dust a light shade of pink in the glow of a streetlamp overhead, "...I have you."

You give his hand a light squeeze, "And I have you. Even if you are clumsy at times."

"I'm not clumsy." He protests before giving you a questioning look, "Am I?"

"A little." You make an almost pinching motion with your free hand, "A tiny bit." He waves you off as you laugh, "So what stolen item were you moving around this time?"

"Oh here we go again with the stolen museum artifacts, they're not technically stolen Y/N."

You hold up a finger, "Uh, if you have to say technically, you've already got a problem. And yes Steven, they are stolen, every single thing in that museum shouldn't you know....be there." You reason, just egging him on for good fun.

"True, true. But then no one would be able to see it and what about the people who found the stuff?"

"You mean the thieves and grave robbers?"

He shakes his head at you, "I hear your point, I really do. I get it. But as an employee of that museum we were just in, yunno where I work, I don't think they'd like me agreeing with you love."

"But you do agree with me?" You tilt your head at him, "Right?"

Steven rolls his dark eyes before looking at you, "Yeah." He whispers, looking around as though Donna could possibly hear him, "Yeah....so, where we goin' tonight?"

"Somewhere."

"Somewhere? Where is this somewhere?"

"A place near a place near another place in a big place."

Steven looks at you curiously, "Very descriptive."

"I never miss the details."

"No.." Grins Steven as he glances from your lips to your eyes again, "..no you don't."

Your walk under the stars had been a pleasant one that lead you to a small restaurant a short ways away from the museum. You two sat inside for a long time and talked about all the places Steven had ever wanted to visit, all the animals he'd ever seen, all the cool objects from the museum that have been his favorite.

Within his explanations had you felt that weird feeling in your heart again that you felt a week ago when you two had your argument. He was talking, telling you stories of his life and what he liked and dreamed of seeing and doing and here you were. Sitting, listening to him speak without saying anything about yourself once. Keeping it all in, all your history and memories from the most terrible things you've seen or done to the bravest and beyond that.

Your heart sours and seeps its poison of the cowardly, you can't tell him here, you can't bring his world to a crashing halt and make him think you're truly mad as a hatter. Steven is your sunshine on a stormy day, a voice in the darkness to make you laugh and find the light, he's sweet and gentle and kind. You don't want to hurt him, but you also don't want Marc or Khonshu to end up getting him killed either.

Steven tells you about his favorite bird as he wolfs down something vegetarian and you try to listen, but your mind is wandering a thousand miles away from you. You nod and smile but all you can see is Steven with his handsome face and adorable little grin that causes the corners of his eyes to crinkle when he's truly happy. All because he's talking to you, his favorite person in the entire world besides his mum.

His mother who does not exist to him in reality.

That you'd figured out pretty quickly after Horus sent you to protect Steven, you'd snooped around and realized his alter must have been leaving him cards in his mother's name. And that did make you sad, but also surprised with Marc. You blink, your vision clears, focusing onto Steven as he talks and eats. You pray he doesn't notice your absentmindedness, how distracted you feel hopefully doesn't present itself physically on your face.

Luckily for you, Steven looks engaged enough with his own story and what he's fixed on eating to notice anything else for the most part. But just then your eyes meet, "And like I told the bloke what it meant and he was quite impressed about it, really. I never thought such a burly man would be so into flamingos it was the wildest thing." He takes a last bite of his sandwich, "Yeah, it was a time I'll tell yah, should've been there Y/N you'd have gone nuts."

"Nuts?" You add with a humored tilt of your brow, not sure what the hell he's going on about now.

"Nuts, yeah. All the flamingos, and you like birds so, you'd have loved the zoo I went too." The zoo, oh right the zoo. You have no idea how he started talking about the zoo nor when.

You pretend to look as though you know exactly what he's been talking about for the past twenty minutes, "Ah yeah, right, right. I do love birds but its been years since I've been to a zoo. I don't think I've been to one since I was a kid actually, so damn, yeah it's been awhile."

"Well guess I'm just gonna have'ta take ya." States Steven as he wipes his mouth off with a napkin, "I know one 'round here, when I'm free and we catch a nicer day we'll go."

You give him a small smile, "Sounds like a plan."

He smiles back as the waitress comes to your table asking if you're all done and want the check, you tell her yes and she sets it onto the table of your booth. She takes Steven and yours empty plates before leaving you to it, "I got it this time." You start just as he reaches in his pocket for his wallet.

Steven freezes, "Really?"

You hold up a crisp forty, "On me tonight." This cash is in part from a wallet you snatched off a dead vampire before he turned to dust in the moonlight. Of course you'd never tell Steven that, at least not right now.

Steven removes his hand from his pocket and sits back in his seat, "Alright, cool. But it's on me next, I'll take us somewhere real real nice."

You hand the waitress the forty, attention back to him as she leaves to make change, "You tryna one up me?"

He shrugs, trying to play off a casual demeanor, "Might be."

You laugh, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back into your seat, "You sure you want to start this game? I can take it pretty far if you want."

"How far?" He raises an intrigued brow.

"I'll take you to the moon and back if you'd like."

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles, "Me first."

"Deal."

The waitress says her good-nights as you walk out the door Steven holds open for you on the other side, you say goodnight and slip through the entrance and out into the glow of the milky moonlight. The door closes and Steven finds his hand intertwined with yours as you two begin walking down the long sidewalk, "Nice night for once." He adds, looking up at the stars and a full moon above.

You give the sky a glance before your sights are set to the world in front of you, "It is. Better if all these damn lampposts would turn off, then, then you could really see the sky."

"More stars yeah?"

"Like the darkness is spotted in diamonds. A night like this one, you'd be able to see the ground without a light."

Steven glances up at the moon, "Interestin' huh? Don't think I've ever been outside on a full moon without a light, like from my phone or a street lamp."

You give his hand a light squeeze, "I have a feeling you'll know what I mean someday." His lips curl into a small smile when his focus returns back down to you.

Then you feel it, that sinking feeling in your chest right before something terrible is about to happen. Your grip on his hand grows tighter and your eyes flicker from right to left on the vacant sidewalk leading down a side street. The scent of something awful wafts into your nostrils as your heartbeat picks up.

Steven makes a face as he look at you, "Oh bloody hell, you smell that Y/N? It's like wet dog out here, who'd be giving their mutt a damn bath right now?" He chuckles, "It's almost the middle of the night."

You take notice of the river through a thin alley between buildings that you quickly pass. The next lamppost is nearing and you're starting to feel deeply on edge, you know something isn't right. Not right at all. Then you hear it, a low deep gravely growl omitting it's warning from within the darkness. You turn your head to the right and look up to see nothing on the roof.

Steven's brows furrow as he looks at you, "What was that about?" Guess he didn't hear it.

You narrow your eyes at the vacant roof, "Just thought I saw something." You mutter, pulling him faster across the pavement, past closed business' and a dead street lamp.

"See what? It's dark out."

"Uh...a bird."

"A bird?" Repeats Steven, giving you a questionable glance, "You thought you saw a bird?"

"Yeah." You pass under the glowing lamppost and keep the two of you swiftly walking towards the next main road where there should be enough people to keep this new problem away. "Just a bird."

Steven shakes his head at you, "Y/N, I don't think..." He suddenly stops and you almost lose your footing at the abrupt halt, "Y/N." Says Steven more seriously this time, the lighthearted tone gone.

Shit.

You look at him like you have not a clue what he might be on about, "Yeah what's up?" Smooth Y/N, smooth.

"You're acting strange again."

Your brows furrow in puzzlement, "What do you mean I'm acting....strange?"

"Well..." He sighs, thinking of where to start, "...I didn't wanna bring it up at dinner or anythin' but you looked sort of...out of it."

"How....how so?" You slowly ask.

Steven purses his lips together, "Well I was talkin' and you looked sort of...kinda of looked lost. Like you were there but not really."

"oh." Not as smooth as you think you are, you're in for it now dumbass.

"And now you're seeing non existent birds at night and acting all suspicious."

You'd have laughed if not for the current circumstance, instead you slowly nod, "Right, right....sorry about that." You halfheartedly mutter.

Steven shakes his head at you, clearly not believing it, "Y/N whot's goin' on? Really? I know I've let it slide and I did say some mean things the other day and I shouldn't have but I was frustrated and now I'm frustrated again. And I just need you to tell me why I shouldn't be feeling like this, I don't think you're doin' anythin' with anyone. It's just I don't know...I don't know whot to think about you sometimes!"

He removes his hand from yours to stuff them in his pockets out of irritation and childish protest. You don't blame him. But it does hurt you, and you can't help but frown, "Steven...it's....this is complicated. Can we just get out of here first?" You urge, taking a step away though you stop when he doesn't show any indication of following.

"Whot? No." His vexation with you falters only slightly until he gets a heated look upon his face showing real annoyance, "I'd like some solid answers right now. Are you....are you some sort of secret agent?"

You blink back bewilderment, "Uh what?"

"That's right, you some secret agent or somthin' sent here to infiltrate the museum?" He accuses, though a bit unsure of himself, "Is that why you're always lingerin' around and talkin' about things that are stolen?"

Again you could have laughed, instead your brows furrow as you look at him, "Steven that was a joke."

"Yeah?" He says, raising his brows expectantly.

You sigh, "And no, I'm not a secret agent. Where the hell did you get that from anyways?"

"Well because...because you never tell me about your family or where you're from, you never really talk about yourself. I've never been to your flat either so I just thought, maybe you were like a secret agent or som'fin." He mutters, still eyeing you up suspiciously though he looks a little embarrassed about it at the same time.

"No. No this is something different."

"How different?"

You rest your hands upon your hips, "The kind of different where you might think I'm mad after I tell you."

He glances from the ground to you, "I wouldn't....I'd never think you mad."

Suddenly a screaming howl erupts from the top of a roof to Steven's back left, the damn bastard must have moved when you were talking to Steven. Now it's between you two and the main street-way with people, cabs, and double-decker buses. Fuck. You grab onto Steven's shoulder as he looks at you, frightened, "Whot's that?" He quickly whispers, turning his head towards the recent noise, eyes darting all over that direction though he can't quite see it.

You glare at the beast staring down at you from the nearby roof with two glimmering eyes, "You don't wanna know."

"No I really do."

You grab his shoulder tight and he's forced to look at you, "Steven, you really don't."

"I do!" He weakly snaps, "You betta' tell me right now or so help me Y/N."

Your eyes return to the roof that refrain from leaving the looming figure hunched on upon it, it's whole body silhouetted, "Fine. Fine!" You lock eyes with Steven, "Don't freak out. Promise?"

He nods, "Promise."

You grab him by both his shoulders, getting right in his face, "You better not fucking freak out." You halfheartedly seethe through clenched teeth, nerves spiking with the crowing tension of the situation. Steven shakes his head, afraid of whatever the hell is on the roof and a little at how sharp you've just gotten all of a sudden.

He's never seen your face with such an intensive expression over it, "I'm not gonna freak out." He whispers, shaking his head again, trying to look as convincing as possible.

"You look like you're about to."

"I'm not!" He says way too loudly which causes you to send him a glare, "I'm not." Squeaks Steven, quieter this time.

"You can't run when I tell you what it is."

He rolls his eyes, "I'm not gunna run."

"If you run you die."

His brows furrow, eyes going wide in surprise, "Then why'd I run? I dunno about you but that does not sound like a good option."

"Because I know you Steven."

Steven opens his mouth to protest but knows better then to fight that logic when you've been able to scare him so many times. Instead he gives you an agreeable nod, "Fine. Would you just tell me what it is so I kno...." He trails off when the creature jumps down from its post on the roof, landing in the shadow of a small tree, one that the street lamps can't reach through the thick leaves.

His breath catches in his throat as two eyes of pale silver shine in the darkness, a shadow of a tall hairy man with pointy cat-like ears lets him know whatever this monster is. It's not a natural nor friendly one; it stands on two legs with arms much too long for its body, and the legs that it has just don't bend right. Steven's hand immediately clamps tightly around your wrist.

"Whot the fuck is that?" He whisper yells, looking at you desperately.

Eyes set hard to the creature in shadow, you don't look at him when you say, "Who the fuck is that." You correct.

Steven's breathing increases as he glances from the glowing eyed whatever to you again, "Which is?"

"A werewolf."

Hello all my Steven Grant lovers! Thank you all for reading and following my wild story I’m taking you all on with me, I hope at least most of you are enjoying it. Since we have no more episodes of Moon Knight to look forward to till whenever we see him again, this is something to suffice lol

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eddiessidegirl · 2 years ago

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——Scraps of Her——

Summary: Jennifer Bennett loses her scrapbook one day and the town Metalhead finds it

Pairing: Eddie x Thick!Fem Char

Warnings: Standard 18+ for my blog, this is a fluff piece but… angst (if you squint), mutual pining, mention of porn mags in passing, let me know if I missed anything?

Word count: 3.1K

[September 1985] Him:

It was unseasonably warm for it being the 30th of September, there had been an emergency mid-day Monday meeting of Hellfire Club, a crisis involving a broken game piece. Dustin was up in arms claiming it was irreparable but in the end they managed to make it a modified NPC. The disruption to his routine greatly bothered Eddie, this was his spare block and he had a deal to make, but had to cancel last minute because of the freshmen.

“Just relax, Henderson, we figured it out, now run along to your next class so I can go take care of some shit at my van before O’Donnells class. His long legs carried him to his GMC Gaucho. The parking lot was mostly empty, with a few people here and there. He noticed his shoe was untied, so he made his way over to the a bench to retire it, and something caught his eye. It was covered in stickers. Some kind of journal, maybe? Looking around carefully he pocketed it, his shoe remaining forgotten. He made his way to his van and stashed it in the glove compartment, for later.

Days had gone by and still the owner of the scrapbook (it took Eddie a whole five minutes to figure out it what it was there was only a little writing and none of it telling) was a mystery. There were photos of parties, tapes, stuffed animals magazine cut outs of celebrities and shit, but also half portraits of a girl. But they weren’t really labelled. The garish cover was misleading, brightly coloured stickers adorned the outside but the inside was far more intimate. He didn’t recognize a lot of the people in the pictures they didn’t look like anyone in Hawkins, so it had to be someone who was new or had friends outside of the small sleepy town.

Everyday he’d drive to school early, pull out the book and scan a couple pages of the bloated book and then watch as people walked by. Scrutinizing each one, hoping they might check the bench where the book was left. Eddie had taken to parking in the same spot everyday just in case. Begrudgingly he’d always leave the book in the compartment of his van and leave to go to class where instead of paying attention to the work he was focused on trying to determine which of his fellow classmates was missing something.

[October 1985] Her:

A full week had passed and Jennifer was almost convinced that her book was gone. She’d sat down at lunch to eat and look through her scrapbook. She’d lost track of time when the bell rang and left it there. It contained memories of friends who she’d had to leave behind when she moved to Hawkins a couple years ago. But also new memories of people she’d met since she moved. Steve, Nancy, some of the basketball team and the cheerleaders. That was one of the first parties she’d ever been to. Now she preferred to hang out with the quiet students and some of the stoners and a few other people she’d met post moving.

“Maybe it’s for the best, Jen.” Steve told her one day after school when she’d stopped by Family Video, “I mean, you can make a new one with all new memories and one day when you least expect it it’ll come back.” She scoffed, that was definitely not what she wanted to do. Jennifer had started that book when she was 15, and three years later it was this giant piece of who she was. Steve was sweet, but dumb. She didn’t know why Robin put up with him, the two of them weren’t friends of their own accord, they’d simply become friends by proxy thanks to the fact that Robin had become Jennifer’s friend at school.

She shook her head, her shoulder length brown hair moving with it, “you don’t get it, Steve, I don’t want to make a new one. It was a document of my high school life and now it’s gone.” She figured she’d check the lost and found again. While her and Steve were talking the door chimed open and a few people poured in, the rainy October weather not deterring people from picking a movie out. Among them were some of the freshmen who hung around way too much but it was endearing. Offering Dustin and Mike a wave they returned it and made their way down the fantasy aisle, Mike joking about getting The NeverEnding Story, some kind of inside joke Jennifer supposed. “I’m going to find a movie for us tonight, back in a few”

Making her way back up to the counter movie in hand she waved it at Steve so he could add it to his account later “…it’s driving him nuts trying to figure it out, at first we thought he was making a super involved campaign with how distracted he’s been but apparently we were wrong.” Jennifer’s ears perked up, had this mysterious person found her book? “probably trying to put together a present for whatever girl he’s seeing.” Apparently not. Dejected she told Steve she’d see him and Robin at his house when Keith came to take over for him.

[October 1985] Her:

It had been twenty one days since Jennifer’s book turned up missing, she’d wrapped her dads old denim jacket around her body, her curves hugged by the softened material. It was cold now. A lot colder than she had anticipated. Her leg shook anxiously, she’d sat on the bench she lost Her precious memories. Beyond sad now, she was simply apathetic, her eyes glazed over, staring into nothing. A roar of an engine broke her out of the reverie she was in, a dirty van blaring metal had pulled in. And a clearly sleep deprived Eddie Munson was inside, late night partying perhaps? Either way she felt for the guy, he was a three-peat senior and Jen knew how bad he wanted to escape the town.

The two of them never really hung out, seen each other at parties in the past but that was about it. Shivering she got up and made her way to the drivers side to at least say hi and be polite. Gravel crunched under her feet and without trying to startle the metalhead, she gently made her presence known with a cough and soft knock on the window, he’d been reading something, D&D related more than likely, he jumped and stuffed the thing away and looked back to where she stood. He rolled down the window “sorry Princess, not open for business this early, check back in the aft—“

Of course he thought she was here to buy drugs “no, I actually wanted to check on you, you look…stressed” concern laced through her face and voice. He softened and nodded his head side to side, “yea I guess you could say that. A lot on my mind right now.”

[Same day, October 1985] Him:

He’d made it halfway through the book and was nearing end, faces changed and now he recognized people from Hawkins High: Harrington, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins, Nancy Wheeler and Barb Holland were prominent, and then they stopped appearing; and the people became shy in front of the camera. He’d seen them around the school but their names didn’t. Clearly whoever made this changed friend groups not long after Barb died. But Harrington and Wheeler made appearances every so often, along with someone he recognized from band, but couldn’t name. Old habits died hard he guessed. “Who the fuck are you, my little enigma?” He was again engrossed in the book but the knock scared the shit out of him. Not wanting to seem like a weirdo with the book he hid it and turned, his eyes looking at one of the most gorgeous creatures he’d even seen in the flesh and not on the pages of his Heavy Metal magazine.

He was taken aback when she asked about his well-being, not even his sheep had noticed or if they did they were too scared to ask. The only one who had tried at first was Dustin and Eddie had blown him off. But this absolute goddess in front of him was not someone he’d turn away. After a few beats he realized how cold she looked, “shit, where are my manners, you look cold. I happen to have a passenger seat available. It’s not the cleanest but it’s warm and shit.” His hand motioned to the seat beside him, watching as she walked around the front of his van and slid into the seat he’d opened the door to.

“I’m Jennifer by the way, Jennifer Bennett.” She stuck her hand out to Eddie who shook it, his stomach doing slight flips when they touched. “Nice to meet you, Jennifer, I think we’re gonna be good friends.” He gave the girl his most charming smile.

[November 1985] Her:

Steve could never understand why Jennifer hung out with Eddie sometimes, “don’t you two run in different circles?” He asked her as she followed him around work shelving VHS tapes “I mean the guys trouble anyways, he’s a dealer and shit. Don’t you want better friends?”

They had this conversation often since she became kind of friends with Eddie Munson. He didn’t deal in front of her, or do anything aside from smoke a joint in her presence. She liked watching him work on music and campaigns, he came off as big, mean and scary but he was the total opposite when he wasn’t at school. He’d never tried anything either, she wasn’t sure if it was because he thought Jennifer and Steve were a thing or if he generally wasn’t interested but that was fine.

“Steve, you of all people should know better than to judge someone by their appearance. Remember when everyone thought you were just a vapid asshole jock?” that hit close to home for him. He did know better, but he still didn’t like them hanging out. Eddie was due to pick up Jennifer in a few minutes. “I’ll come with you, just to make sure you’re ok, I just don’t trust him.” Steve had the closing shift, and she’d picked out a movie for the hang out session ‘Children of the Corn’.

The van rumbled down the street, Jennifer ran out to tell Eddie that Steve had forced his way into the movie night, she apologized profusely, and while he looked slightly miffed he didn’t say anything. Steve was probably going to make his move this night and who was he to stop him? He and Jennifer weren’t dating.

With the rental store closed, Steve followed behind the van in his BMW, “I’m sorry, he just wants to make sure you’re not a bad person, apparently I have bad judgment according to him.” Jennifer played with her hair nervously, two of her world colliding in the weirdest way.

“It’s fine Princess, really, we’re just ordering pizza and watching a movie, we’re not sacrificing anything. Tonight anyways…” he grinned and laughed as the brunette smacked his shoulder. “Sorry! I had too, the look on your face was priceless!” Jennifer shook her head and then laughed, it had been funny, she just felt put out because of Steve.

Steve had situated himself between the two, pizza boxes were strewn about and the smell of weed hung in the air. The movie was, funnily enough, about child satanists and Eddie has a laugh about it. Steve was horrified and had to go to the bathroom midway through to splash his face with water. Jennifer took this opportunity to move spots now that it was free. She was scared but Steve wasn’t exactly the most comforting person when he too was scared. Eddie on the other hand was enjoying it and would make her feel safe.

Jennifer had settled in, movie paused while her friend composed himself Eddie and she split the last bit of the pizza, “who knew Harrington was so easily scared?” He said to her, mouth full of pizza. She made a face at him and settled back against the couch. Butterflies swarming inside her tummy, she was absolutely smitten with Eddie but he’d never made a move on her, too much of a gentleman.

[Same night, post movie November 1985] Her

Steve had left, he had an early shift, Eddie had offered to drive her home once she was ready, Harrington relented. But now it was a few hours later and she’d fallen asleep on the couch. He’d covered her with a blanket and quietly cleaned up before heading to his room. The book stashed in his underwear drawer came out and he flipped through some of the last pages.

In the last month he’d been to Jennifer’s room and recognized the walls from the more recent photographs. He’d seen photos of Robin and Steve, her stuffed bunny, and most of all there was a single photo in which he was in. It was innocuous enough, just a photo of Gareth’s garage, the band riffing back and forth, apparently Dustin had dragged Steve and her to watch them practice. He’d never noticed.

The struggle now was how was he supposed to come clean that he’d had Jennifer’s scrapbook thing for two months without making her hate him. He’d known now for two weeks, and he also knew he’d have to come clean soon. Eddie just didn’t want to ruin whatever it was they had. He fell asleep book in hand, only waking up in the early hours of the next morning when he heard his uncle coming in, he stashed the book back into his hiding spot and went out to greet his uncle and check on the sleeping beauty on the couch.

[December 24, 1985] Her:

It had snowed overnight in Hawkins, Jennifer had stayed over at the trailer due to how heavy the snow was coming down the prior night. She could feel the heat emanating from Eddie’s side. He’d slept over the blanket, effectively keeping the blankets tucked around her. But a cool chill leeched into the room and caused the brunette to shiver. “Eddie?” She nudged him with her foot and a low groan exited his mouth. Clearly he wasn’t waking up anytime soon.

She’d slept in her clothes and desperately needed to change. “Your sweatpants it is then…” she started pulling out drawers, taking out a pair of grey sweats and pulling open the drawer that she she knew he had tank top undershirts in, she yanked it open and pushed his boxers around. Realizing that she was touching clothing that had touched his sick and balls. Her face glowed and she grabbed in and pulled out the first tank top she found, but she’d used such force that something else came out too. Jennifer thought it was a porn magazine, but a familiar panda sticker caught her eye.

“Are…are you kidding me?!” She yelled, Eddie shot up, thinking someone had broken in but he turned his head just as Jennifer did a circle, and he saw what was in her hand. “You… Eddie, you had this this whole time?”

“I can explain!” He cried out scrabbling to get off the bed and took hold of her wrist, “I didn’t know it was yours until like last month. I spent weeks, looking at it trying to figure out who’s it was and it wasn’t until you’d let me see your room that it clicked” his hands flapping nervously, his hair cascading over his shoulders. “When I figured it out I was scared to tell you, that you’d think I was a freak, a weirdo, but I learned so much about who you were it felt like I knew you before I knew you.”

Jennifer hugged her scrapbook close, she’d lost a piece of herself and finally got it back. It had been with someone she trusted, someone she’d developed feelings for. But now it felt tainted, dirty. How could she trust him after this? “Eddie you lied to me, hid this from me. Let me grow to like you based on what? An obsession with learning about me?”

His face grew red with shame, “no! Honest, when we first met I had no idea it was yours, and I figured it out after…” Jennifer stepped closer, her rage still prevalent but now she was curious, what was he getting at, “After what, Eddie?” He bowed his head and gathered his thoughts, “after I’d fallen in love with you.”

The air that hung between them was thick. It was cold as hell outside but in Eddie’s room at this moment it was hot, and becoming unbearably so. The look on Jennifer’s face was that of a deer caught in headlights, her mouth slightly open in an O shape. Her breathing stopped and, without thinking, she closed the gap between the two of them. Eddie thought she was going to smack him but instead her hand wove through his hair and clasped the back of his neck bringing him down to just an inch to meet her level and kissed him.

After a couple seconds, Eddie slipped his arms around her and held her close. Returning every kiss, every touch she gave him.

“You too?” He asked her. “Me too” she replied.

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dreamkidddream · 4 years ago

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The Obey Me boys with an MC that has chubby cheeks 🥺

They’re so soft and squishy and they don’t mind it when people squish, kiss, or rub their face. You know how you can see the outline of someone’s face when they aren’t looking at you? MC just has this large lump on their’s cuz of how round their cheeks are, it’s adorable. If they pout, that’s a weapon of mass destruction and cuteness.

These are short so hope that’s okay and reader is gender neutral! And these were adorable 😫

The Brothers Reacting to MC with Chubby Cheeks

Lucifer

Okay even he can admit how cute you are

But don’t think about using this against him because it won’t work. His brothers may be weak willed enough to fall to you, but not him. What he says is final, no questions asked, no ifs ands or buts

...

Okay he might be able to make an exception this time, but don’t push your luck

Loves to tease you when it’s just you two. LOVES to touch them without his gloves on, he looks forward to it everyday

Come to his room when he’s working or stressed and sit on his lap, and watch him crumble internally. His hands will be on your cheeks before you know it and paperwork will be forgotten (he started to realize that when you do come in, it’s your way of saying that he needs a break, and he stopped trying to fight you after you pouted right in his face. Hasn’t even pretended to ignore you ever since, already putting his pen down when you open the door)

Just making you smile works for him. Just seeing your non-threatening pout or getting the chance to caress your cheeks is more than enough for him

Mammon

MC, you have to stop looking at him like that, he can’t focus when you do and he has a reputation to keep up!

He can’t even do his tsundere act because as soon as you start to jut your lip out he blushes like crazy and caves in, acting annoyed but he really really likes it

“Fine MC, just stop lookin’ at me like that will ya?!”

He’s lying MC don’t stop because he’s a sucker for it lmao

Will unknowingly squish your cheeks together when A. when he gets super excited about a new way you guys can earn some Grimm, or B. when you save him from his brothers wrath after he messes up

He still blushes like crazy and acts like it was an accident but somehow still finds a way to do it every day, and you pretend that you don’t see the longing look in his eyes when he moves his hands

Please move his hands back to your cheeks, and he’ll be bragging about it for the next hundred years about how you can’t resist the Great Mammon

Pokes at your lumps to get your attention, and his heart races at the giggles you let out

Just let him hold your face after a rough day or when he’s being vulnerable and it makes him feel so much better

You make him feel so much better

Leviathan

HE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO HANDLE IT

Are your cheeks really like this?? Like this is real??? It’s not special effects???

The first time you pouted in front of him he froze and just...shut down. You went to put your hand on his forehead to check his temperature, and then he just had a very loud and energetic moment of fanboying over your cheeks

You’re very scared that he’ll either have a heart attack or spontaneously combust (honestly both)

Let him poke them after you said it’s okay for the 1000th time and he’s in heaven (how ironic). It’s just like in anime, but it’s real life and it’s you

Reenact anime scenes or do anime poses with your cheeks puffed out (even better if you’re in cosplay), and you’ll never be leaving his room

Pout while you’re losing the game and he might go easier on you the next round (or he might go harder just to see you pout lmao)

Your cheeks ARE a weapon of mass destruction to him, and it’s not fair when you use it on him! Do you know how fast his heart is already beating because of you, and now you do THIS?!

You don’t even know the power that you hold over him, do you? Your cuteness is too powerful for him to handle he’s not strong enough!!!

But for a normie you are kinda cute though and can be touched, unlike the 2D characters he’s used to...

You actually have your own fan club because of your cheeks that he may or may not have secretly started himself

Satan

Loves to tease you, and doesn’t care if it’s in front of people (ie. his brothers)

The CEO of squishing your cheeks. He LIVES for cupping your cheeks, the little squeaks that you make when he catches you off guard just makes his heart jump

He’s so used to doing this to cats that it’s second nature for him

When he starts to get irritated or when he gets sucked into reading and ignores everything else, plop your face against his and pout/puff your cheeks out and he won’t be able to resist for long

If you rub your cheeks against his he is PUTTY in your hands

Placing chaste kisses on them after a long study session >>>>>>

You’re just too delicate for your own good MC, and if you don’t stop pouting he might lose control. He’s so deep in love with you, it’s hard to maintain his composure sometimes, and your cheeks are not helping his situation

But trust me he’s not complaining

Maybe he should invite for another one on one study session...

Asmodeus

MC you are just so adorable! You and your cheeks are just the cutest thing he has ever seen

Next to him of course

You guys take selfies everyday and it’s almost always cheek to cheek. He can’t help it, you’re too cute and his adoring fans just have to see it. You two are a power couple of cuteness ESPECIALLY when you pout

Your fan club and his fan club ships you guys because of how cute your pictures look together. Asmo’s fan club has set aside their differences with yours because let’s face it: you guys are the power couple

Kisses your cheeks all day, every day. Has no shame about it either. In public or behind closed doors, those cheeks are just begging for him!

Rub, squeeze, kiss, he does it all

GRASPING YOUR CHEEKS TO RUB YOUR NOSES TOGETHER >>>>>>

But in all seriousness, he loves giving you affection. Giving affection to someone who is not only one of the most captivating beings he’s ever met, but someone that he is genuinely in love with makes him feel happiness that he’s never felt before

And he doesn’t want it to end anytime soon

Beelzebub

Is the main one mesmerized by your cheeks (besides from Levi)

Do you have food stuffed in them? Like how squirrels do?

That’s honestly a good idea and wishes that he can do it but he’ll just end up eating it :(

Kept poking and stretching your cheeks out gently to see, didn’t believe you because you were giggling so much

Was surprised (and a little disappointed) when you didn’t have food in them, but your adorableness made up for it (and he likes to hear your laugh)

If he’s looking for you in the school’s hallways, he just has to look for your cheeks poking out and he’s already found you lmao

You actually got nervous one time when he approached you, expression deadly serious, and just stared at you. You began to question him (was that custard you ate his? If so, you need to start running ASAP) when he just placed his hands on them and started smiling

“Your cheeks are really soft MC, it reminds me of Madame Screams mini cupcakes...but they’re even softer.”

No seriously he is amazed by this revelation

He always asks if it’s okay before he touches them, now becomes his favorite part of his day

Likes to share/feed his food to see if they get bigger, (but also just wants to eat with you)

He isn’t into clubs but he’s a proud member of Levi’s secret fan club

Belphegor

He definitely tries to fall asleep on them, found out it was uncomfortable for you and begrudgingly agreed to just have some way of touching them when you guys nap

Actually just found a new way to cuddle: you’re laying on top and he gets to wrap his arms and tail around you. Everyone’s happy!

You and your cheeks are required for his daily naps, and if you want him to get his well-needed rest (and his cuddles that he whines about all day) then you have to nap with him. He doesn’t make the rules MC, he only follows them

Please go nap with him he always feel so relaxed when you’re around and instead of dreaming you by his side you’ll really be there, and he really misses you

Pokes and stretches your cheeks out when he wants to annoy/tease you, but really just wants to tease you

He tries to fight back a blush when you do that sweet laugh that he loves to hear when he does mess with you, fails miserably at it (but he doesn’t stop messing with them and he can’t hide his smile

Has compared them to pillows, and testify that your cheeks >>> regular pillows

If you do try to pout and ignore him, he just squishes and pokes at your lump and awaits for your giggles

He’s another one obsessed with your cheeks (really they all are lmao) but you’ll never hear him say it out loud

Has joined the fan club with Beel

#obey me reader insert #obey me #obey me swd #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me belphie x reader

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tinyyoungblood · 4 years ago

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hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

hc masterlist

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x stark!reader #peter parker x you #peter parker headcanon #peter parker fluff #avengers x you #avenger x reader #avengers headcanon #tony stark headcanons #steve rogers headcanon #natasha romanoff headcanon #thor headcanon #loki headcanon #bucky barnes headcanon #sam wilson headcanon #avengers crack #peter parker concept #peter parker x y/n #avengers x y/n

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andrewsleftknee · 3 years ago

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trans Andrew hcs

tw for dysphoria

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Andrew was the first not cis person to join the Foxes. after his addition to the team, Wymack made it mandatory that the Foxes wrote their pronouns on a sheet of paper that was hung up on the door to the lounge. he wanted to how to be more inclusive so all of his Foxes felt safe around him.

Nicky bought pronoun pins for him and Andrew before Andrew started testosterone. he didn’t know if Andrew would actually wear it, but Nicky wore his whenever he went out. Andrew was always secretly appreciative of it.

Andrew is very dysphoric about his height. the Foxes used to make an occasional comment about how short he was which resulted in him trying to attack them. they eventually got the hint that he really didn’t like it, which is why they don’t comment on it during the entirety of the series.

he was always worried about being misgendered because of his height, but once he was a few months on testosterone, and his voice and body started to change he noticed how much less he was misgendered. this time was when he had peak gender euphoria.

Andrew lost his first dysphoria hoodie during the moves between foster homes. he always had temporary ones, but every few months he’d lose the feeling of comfort they gave him. he told Neil about it one of their nights on the roof, and Neil let him have one of his hoodies. they were always slightly big on Andrew, which made him feel more comfortable.

he would go through phases where he refused to take his binder off for anything other than showering. he’d go several days without taking it off, only taking a break when the ache in his ribs became too much.

Kevin often got fed up with how easily Andrew got out of breath. he would tell him that it could cost them when the season started. these were the only times Andrew really snapped at Kevin.

Neil got Andrew trans tape after he saw Andrew get mad at Kevin. he didn’t know if Andrew would like it, but he knew it wouldn’t hurt to try it out. Andrew preferred wearing his binder, but he’d wear tape on game days and when his ribs needed a break.

Andrew's favorite feeling was when he finally got to crawl into bed and lay down on his stomach. his ribs felt like when you sit on a really comfortable couch and you sort of sink into it. he always found the feeling incredibly satisfying and relaxing.

Andrew only has black half binders. he bought himself a nude-colored binder, but he’s never worn it for longer than fifteen minutes. he claims that it doesn’t feel right.

Andrew hates playing multiplayer games as a feminine character. games like Dead by Daylight where you don’t always know who is part of your team and are often gendered by the characters they play. he doesn’t like the idea that someone might be referring to him as female.

the first time Neil sees Andrew without a shirt or binder is when Neil helped Andrew put on his trans tape after Andrew couldn’t quite get it done evenly. Neil was nervous, but Andrew assured him that he wouldn’t have asked unless he was sure that he was comfortable with Neil seeing him uncovered.

Andrew has perfected the process of cutting his trans tape. he can always cut it at the perfect length and curve the edges without making it wonky. he can't put it on right for the life of him, though. he struggles with getting the edges smooth against his skin, causing it to become irritated when he takes it off after a few days.

after Andrew legally changes his name, he gets a stuffed animal and names it after his dead name to help the discomfort he feels when he hears it dissipate over time.

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #nicky hemmick #david wymack #andrew x neil #andreil #aftg hc #aftg headcanon #aftg headcanons #im trans ftm btw #just me self projecting onto andrew again #does the ribs sinking thing happen to other people?#or is that a thing because of how often i wear my binder?#i’m very nervous abt posting this #lmao

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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Tripped Into Love ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Fluffy, friends to lovers, opposites attract, best friends friend, fluffy yoongi, yoongi having a crush on the reader

Yoongi was 100% without a doubt in love with you. There was something about the way you dressed. The way you acted. The way you held yourself. You were the complete opposite of everything he was and everything he thought he wanted in a partner. Everything about you had him head over heels in love with you.

From the moment he met you he knew there was something about you that drew him in. Something that made him feel as though he could never let you out of his life. Jungkook wanted you all to meet and so he set it up, way back before everyone debuted. Yoongi figured you would be exactly like Jungkook but he couldn’t have been more wrong. The fact that Jungkook felt the need to warn the boys about you should have been his first guess that you were nothing as he was expecting but in a good way.

“Just remember I said Y/n can get a little excited over things, and when she sees something she thinks is cute she’ll keep telling you how cute she finds it,” Yoongi rolled his eyes at the persistent Jungkook. He’d been going on for the last hour about you. His best friend. Someone he’d known since the two of you was able to walk and talk. Jungkook just wanted to prepare Yoongi about you, he knew how temperamental Yoongi could get with things and he didn’t want there to be any issues.

“I told you, I’ll say hello and leave.” Yoongi reminded him as he sat on the dorms sofa and waited for the doorbell to ring. Jungkook wanted you to meet everybody since you were going to be seeing them all a lot more now your best friend was going to be training more.

“That’s her,” Jungkook breathed out as he walked over to the door calling you to come in. Yoongi couldn’t see you at first because Jungkook had his arms wrapped around your body.

“Come in, this is Jimin and you already know Tae.” Yoongi kept his eyes on the door waiting for your arrival and when it finally came his jaw almost dropped open. Not only were you beautiful but you seemed so happy to be there. A smile plastered across your face as you held up a bag for Jungkook to see,

“I got everyone something. I couldn’t resist.” Taking the bag over to the coffee table in front of Yoongi you smiled at him and his heart practically lept from his chest. The way you smiled at him did all sorts of things he never thought would happen.

“I’m Y/n,” You shook his hand and he smiled, beginning to stammer over his words trying to introduce himself to you. Never in a million years had he ever been this shy around someone.

“That’s Yoongi, he’s one of our rappers,” Jimin said as he sat beside Yoongi, poking his side and earning a death glare from Yoongi.

“I can tell,” You joked about the way he was stammering and let out the most heavenly giggle Yoongi had ever heard in his life. It was something he would feature in the back of a song if you would ever let him.

“What did you get us?” Jungkook asked as he stood beside you trying to peek into the bag. You smirked before rummaging through it. Yoongi still couldn’t take his eyes off you. The dress you were wearing looked as though it had been plucked from a barbie doll but it wasn’t anything too much for the eyes. A simple A-Line dress that went to below your knees, short puffy sleeves with a lace-up-front. Covered in cute strawberries. You had paired it with a pair of pink vans and Yoongi instantly could tell what your favourite colour was from the first look at you.

“Yoongi!” Taehyung began snapping his fingers in front of Yoongi’s face to pull him back into the conversation. All of the boys were staring at him holding cute stuffed animals while you grinned at him. There was clearly something on his mind that was taking up his attention but you had no idea that it was you.

“I got you one too,” You smiled holding up a black and white stuffed cat. It was larger than a small sofa cushion and adorable. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile even more as he took it from you carefully, giving it a small squeeze.

The boys all exchanged looks with one another as Yoongi had a slight blush to his cheeks. It was shocking for them to see him so shy in front of someone but they were going to enjoy seeing him like this for a while.

“I figured since Jungkook always tells me how much you look like a kitty,” You smiled sweetly at him and he couldn’t help but smile more. Not only was it a kind gesture but it was something he never would have expected.

“I love him,” He breathed out as he looked up at you. Jungkook could already see what was beginning to happen and he wasn’t going to put a stop to it. Only encourage it, it would be a breath of fresh air to see Yoongi so happy around someone.

Yoongi stayed longer in the living room with you and Jungkook, agreeing to watch any movie with you that you were willing to put on. He never would have pegged himself as the guy to sit and watch copious amounts of Disney movies just because someone asked him to.

Smiling to himself Yoongi bopped the cat toy you had gotten him on the nose, he had kept it for eight years and kept him on his desk in each studio he stayed in. It never left his side unless he went home for the night. It had been eight years of Yoongi being in love with you and he had never once admitted to you or confessed to you that it was all happening. Why would he want to ruin something that was already perfect?

Jungkook knew of Yoongi’s feelings for you and had confronted Yoongi about it trying to convince his Hyung to tell you the truth. That he would feel even better once the feelings were out in the open. But he never did. He never wanted to risk the friendship that you and Jungkook had, nor did he want to ruin the friendship you and he had.

The two of you had begun to get close over the years, hanging out together whenever Jungkook was busy or just because you wanted to be around one another. The two of you had movie nights, take-out nights and even lunch dates together. You knew what he was like for forgetting to eat so you made sure to bring him a homecooked lunch at least once a week, two if you could push it.

Yoongi figured it was something you did for Jungkook as a friend and he let it continue on, having no idea that it was because you were head over heels in love with him.

The moment you met him you couldn’t help but feel a yearn for him. You needed to be around him at all times or you would feel sort of lost without him. It was hard to explain and you had tried to explain it to Jungkook too many times you were beginning to lose count.

“I thought we were going to have lunch,” You complained to Jungkook as he stood inside one of the dance studios sweating and panting heavily. It was your annual lunch in the HYBE canteen.

“I got caught up in a late practice. I’ll be out in an hour or two,” You rolled your eyes at him playfully before agreeing to go off on your own. It wasn’t the first time he had suddenly become busy while you were supposed to visit him. The joys of being friends with a kpop idol.

It wasn’t as though you were going to be bored you could just go and sit with Namjoon or Yoongi. Whichever you happened to run into first on your way up to their studios.

“Hey! I thought you were going to lunch,” Namjoon’s voice filled the hallway and Yoongi frowned as he turned to look at who he was talking to. He’d gone out to get a small cup of coffee before going back on his break. He thought he was the only one around on the floor.

As soon as his eyes landed on you he couldn’t help but smile. Your back was to him but he could already tell it was you because of the outfit. A soft pink jumper and matching plaid skirt, your pair of pink vans that Yoongi had gotten you for Christmas.

The fact that you wore them almost every day bought a huge smile to Yoongi’s face whenever he saw you. It was secret Santa with the boys and Yoongi swapped with everyone until he got you.

“Jungkook is practising so I was coming up to see if you or Yoongi were free,” Yoongi’s heart almost combust hearing that you wanted to spend time with him. Whenever you were around him it felt as though he was going to have a heart attack or at least have his heart suddenly burst out from his chest and confess to you itself.

“Well, I’m not but I think Yoongi might be considering he’s staring at us,” Yoongi felt himself beginning to burn up as your body turned around to see him. Standing there holding a paper cup of coffee and smiling shyly over at you. The sight alone was enough to make you smile and heart sing,

“Thanks, Joonie,” You hugged him goodbye before rushing over to join Yoongi beside his studio door.

“If you’re doing something I don’t have to.” You didn’t want to ever push your presence onto anybdoy but Yoongi shook his head at you. There was nothing that could stop him from inviting you into his studio. Spending more and more time with you.

“I’m free, you can come and sit with me. I just finished a song, you can help me decide if I like it.” He smirked a little as you began to jump up and down on the spot getting excited at the thought of seeing a sneak peek of a song.

“I think this will be the first time you’ve ever allowed me into the studio…” He thought back on all of the times you had been there and it was true. Mostly because he never wanted you to see him working, he would drown out the world and end up ignoring you. Or there was the possibility that you being in his studio would be far more distracting and he didn’t think he would be able to concentrate on anything but you.

“It’s nothing much,” He pushed in the password and you looked away. You knew how private Yoongi was about things and you didn’t want him to have to change the password because you had seen it.

“Welcome,” He breathed out as he pushed the door open.

Eyes dancing around the studio you couldn’t help but smile at everything around you, looking at the huge audio mixer, three monitors that were at his set up. Two on the desk and a larger flatscreen mounted onto the wall above his desk. There was a keyboard beside the desk that was put away whenever he wasn’t using it. A sofa sitting on the opposite side where the boys would sit and a small recording booth to the side.

“This place is huge,” You gasped out as you looked at his desk. The mixer took up a little more than half of the desk, then there was a keyboard and mouse ready for him to use.

As you were about to ask about what every button did on the mixer you saw it. It being the cat you had gotten for him all of those years ago. To your knowledge, the rest of the boys just put them away never to be seen again but the cat was there. Dressed in a miniature version of Yoongi’s Daechwita outfit.

“You kept him?" There was genuine surprise in your voice as you looked at the small animal sitting there.

"Of course, you gave him to me and I love him." He chuckled watching you as you began to pick up the stuffed animal. Holding it close to your chest,

"So cute! Did you get this made for him?" You questioned looking at the small outfit. It had every last detail from Yoongi's rags outfit in the video on the teddy.

"Yeah, I got it made after the video dropped." It was a lie. He got it custom made the moment you told Yoongi how much you loved the video on set.

He'd invited Jungkook to film with him and you'd tagged along to watch everything for the two days of filming. Watching Yoongi act tough as Agust D always made you feel something inside you couldn't quite explain. Even when he was dressed in the rags it made your heart skip and your stomach flip.

"I love the video and song so much," You admitted as you put the cat down onto the desk.

The video shoot had been one of the most amazing two days of your life. Yoongi had tried to convince you to get in the video but you declined, just wanting to watch the master at work.

"Do you remember when you burnt your hand?" You looked at him remembering the scene where he had been bound near fire. He'd accidentally slipped and burnt his hands on one of the metal holders when he was trying to impress you.

"How could I forget?" He whined looking at the small burn on the back of his hand, nothing large but just a small pink mark where he had gone into contact with the metal bowl.

"It healed nicely," You told him as you took his hand into yours to take a look at the mark. Your fingers softly running over the faint mark as you inspected it. Yoongi's heart lept into his throat as you held his hand. A spark radiating from his entire body.

"Only because you made me ice it right away," He reminded you,

"Because you would have scared a lot worse if I didn’t." You scolded him as you began to look over his hand, letting go of it and smiling. When he did it he tried to act tough, as though it hadn’t bothered him but you could tell by the look in his eyes that day that it hurt more than he was willing to let on.

The two of you sat down on the sofa looking at one another. Talking about anything and everything that came to your mind. You were in the middle of planning your next movie night together when he suggested a horror movie.

"I'm telling you, there is no way on this earth you can get me to watch a horror movie with you," You complained as he continued to beg you. To you, it was just a horror movie but to Yoongi it was going to be a ticket into getting you to hold you in his arms.

"Why not? I'll be there to protect you." He announced clearly as you shook your head,

"Protect me? Who's going to protect you!" You laughed rolling your head down onto the sofa and shaking it.

"There is no way," You repeated to him and he pouted a little. There had to be a way to get you to watch a movie like that with him.

"What if I asked really, really nicely." He pleaded, you looked up at him before sitting straight.

"How would you do that?" Yoongi sat up straight and looked at you, eyes turning into puppy dog eyes as he begged you.

"Will you, Y/n Y/l/n, like to watch a horror movie with me? Pretty please," You scoffed at him,

"Have to do better than that." You told him clearly as you waited for him to continue on. Yoongi nodded,

"I'll bring you chocolates, flowers, and a new stuffed animal.” The idea made you smile a lot more than if it was something between friends.

"It'll be like a date," Your mouth spoke before your brain even had time to register what it was that you were saying. The two of you froze. Yoongi didn't laugh and neither did you. You just stared at him wondering what to say next.

"A date...Would that be a bad thing?" His voice came out soft. He was testing the waters to see what you would think about having a date with him.

"I don't think so..." Your voice came out a little strained. Was this your way of coming clean to him and admitting your feelings for him?

Your eyes kept staring at his lips, his eyes doing the same as he did his best not to kiss you. He didn't want to move too fast or be too forward with you. Yoongi's head moved forward just a little as if he was going to kiss you so you. His breathing was careful as he glanced at you, heart racing from how close he was. He couldn't feel his legs, his arms or his toes anymore. All he could feel was how close you were to him and that was the only thought running rampant in his head.

Meeting him in the middle you kissed him. His lips were softer than anything you had ever felt and you began to feel weightless. Lips moving against his as you sat up straight to deepen the kiss ever so slightly. Yoongi's hands at on your waist as he smiled against your lips. This was everything he had imagined and more.

Pulling away your eyes stayed shut, resting your forehead on his as you were unable to open your eyes. Opening them meant realising that had truly happened and the repercussions that could have come along with it.

"Y/n I need to tell you something," The whole room seemed to tense up as he looked at you. As if the kiss wasn’t obvious enough for you he needed to tell you how he was feeling.

"I don't think I can be friends anymore..." He admitted as he looked at you, your heart almost dropped to the pit of your stomach.

"What? I-I didn’t mean to...I thought-”

"No, Y/n...Listen," He took your hand into his and smiled softly at you. Cutting you oof as he shook his head,

"I don't want to continue as friends because I need something more...I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you more and more every time that I see you and it's getting harder and harder to keep my feelings for you at bay." Heart lept back into your throat hearing that Yoongi loved you back.

"You love me too?"

"Yes I do- wait, too?" He questioned as he raised his eyebrow not expecting to hear that you loved him back. He would have thought you liked him after the kiss but loved him?

"You think I wouldn't fall in love with you?" You giggled softly as you kissed his lips again softly. It was like a drug, every time you stopped you wanted to go back in for more.

"You light up my life Y/n...I never would have thought someone like you would ever go for someone like me." When he finished his sentence you frowned at the statement. Someone like you?

"Someone like me?"

"Someone so cute and pink...The complete opposite to who I am." He rambled on a little as he looked at you. Never in a million years would he have expected you to like him back.

"Opposites attract," You whispered as you looked at him.

"But you're so soft and gentle with us and you're unreal. You make me melt into a puddle." Giggling at the small statement you kissed his lips over and over again making him blush deeper. The effect you had on him was unreal.

"So you fell for me?" You teased as you held his hand in yours. Locking your fingers together and giving his hand a small squeeze.

"I didn't fall in love, you tripped me." He licked his lips as he looked at you. Head racing to kiss you again but he didn't want to go too far or too fast with you. He had to take you out on a date first.

"You tripped me too," You admitted to him as you pressed your lips to his cheek. The blush growing deeper with each touch he earnt from you.

"Let me take you to lunch...We can make it up to Jungkook another time." He admitted before kissing you softly, pulling you to stand up from the sofa. If the two of you stayed in the studio any longer he was never going to be able to let you go.

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