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screaminglygay · 7 months

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KINKTOBER day 4

pairing: witch!wanda x fem!reader

summary: trick or treat? definitely a treat!

warnings: smut!!!, dark!wanda, dubcon!!, anal, overstimulation, edging, grooping, kinda voyeurism, inserting tentacles, over all dark themes! if you find anything else - I’ll add it!

words count: 3.6k

an: to be honest im not really sure what i did here, umm this fic was written with the biggest block ever, so I do apologize, also it wasn’t proofread, so yeah

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"I´m coming! Just a minute," was heard on the other side of the door as soon as you knocked. Every second bring your body more anxiety, so you try to shake it off by fidgeting with your ring.

After few minutes the door finally opens - and a pretty tall lady, with red hair and aboslutely georgous black dress smiles at you. Your eyes scan her whole look under a second and you look back into her eyes. Her emerald green eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, glisten with a captivating emotion. Her gaze is drawing you in with a mysterious charm. These stunning green eyes seem to reflect the beauty, but also the mystery that comes with the readhead infront of you.

"Trick or treat!" you say as you smile back at her.

"Oh sweetheart," now it´s her turn to look you up and down. Her smile is raplaced by a confusion. "um... and what are you supposed to be?" The redhead tilts her head.

"I- uh a witch." You try to answer with confidence, as you bring your wand up to show her your full fit.

You wouldn´t win an award for the best costume this Halloween, but you tried and everything is homemade, so you should definitely get some bonus points for that. Full black outfit with some spider webs around your torso sounded like a good idea, but maybe it was really hard to tell who are you trying to be.

"Oh- i see now." She nods, but you can see the disappointment in her face. She throws some candy into your bag, but you notice right away that it was only a licorice sweets, which is the worst thing she could give you. "Where is the rest of your group?" She asks as she looks behind you as if she´s waiting for someone else to come.

"Uh... it´s just me. No one wanted to go with me, since they think my outfit sucks." You sigh as you look down, deep down feeling like they might be right.

"Oh no, sweetheart. None of that." She steps closer and her soft fingers touches your chin, lifting it for you to make eye contact with her. "How about I´ll help you with your outfit and at the end of the night you´ll have every candy you ever dreamed off?" Her fingers gently caressing your chin.

"Really?" Your eyes spark with excitement. So much excitement.

"Come on in." The redhead let go of your chin and steps away from the door so you can come inside.

"Thank youuu-" Your eyes met hers again.

"Please call me Wanda." She smiles.

"Thank you, Wanda." You smile back.

As you come inside you can notice that her house is magnificent, everywhere you look you can see architectural details and many ornate decorations, especially on the stairs. It feels kinda like a labyrinth of richly hued tapestries, ornamental vases, and mirrors that capture the light just perfectly. Every corner of the house is a organized, with towering bookshelves that look like a billion dollars worth collection of books, with lots of knowlage in them. The overall ambiance is like a old charm, a sensations of history and elegance. To be honest you wouldn´t be shocked if an 150 old lady lived here, not a beautiful young lady like Wanda.

"Ohh so you like witches too?" You look through her library, reading some of her book titles.

Spells - and everything that comes with them, Spreading your power, Flying around the world: positions, Potions - third edition (extremly addicting)...

Wanda hums as she watches you being interest in her books. "I wrote most of them myself." She says, her voice was still sweet, but you could hear the little harsh tone she added to it, raspy growl with an accent, once subtle and charming, and now pronounced and intense. But you couldn´t put the accent anywhere, maybe somewhere in Europe? East? West? You really didn´t know where to point.

"So you´re an author?" You turn to her.

"You could say that, yeah." Wanda nods.

"That is so cool," you mumbled as something weird and pitch black caught your eye. It was a really dark book, more like a journal that definetly had some history, "what´s that?" you took it from the shelf.

"That is a something like my personal journal." The readhead steps closer to you.

"Oh sorry, I didn´t meant to invade your privacy!" Her hand fall on yours as you wanted to put the book back, where you took it.

"It´s okay, I don´t have any secrets. You can read it." Wanda smiles again.

As you open the book you notice that even her handwriting is so neat and beautiful. It suits her somehow, but as you continue to flip the pages her writing went from tall and pretty to harsh and short. Reading few sentences seem like a good idea, since you had Wanda´s approval. Your face went from smile to confussion real quick. But then it hit you. The woman infront of you you, known as Wanda, is a witch. Despite this revelation, you find yourself not scared but rather intrigued by the truth.

This whole time Wanda was looking at you, waiting for you to speak first.

"So... you´re also a witch?" You try to ease the situations by a joke.

"Also?" She chuckles. "Darling, this poor outfit looks on you more like a trash bag then a costume." Her words hurts. More than you want to admit.

Is my outfit really that shitty?

"Do you want an honest answer, sweetheart?" She steps closer.

Oh so she can read minds now, great.

"I can do more than just read minds." Her accent is very strong by now.

"I- can you not read my mind?" You look at her, noticing she got really close to you.

"Your thoughts are really loud, sweetheart. It´s kinda hard to resist." She almost whispers.

Are they? I can´t think- how do i stop thinking? Oh she´s really close. I don´t mind that. Fuck. (Y/N), not now. I would take her. On a walk, definetly on a walk. No in other way.

Wanda just laughs at your poor tries at calming down your thoughts. "Im glad you´re not afraid of me. That will ease things."

What things? Am I afraid? No. Maybe a little. Who knows? She does.

"Well helping with your new outfit, silly. Which will also help you make more sweets throughout the night."

"Oh! Right!" You nod, immediately following her to her living room, you guess.

You both enter the living room, a space illuminated by the warm, flickering light of few lit candles. Your eyes caught a few wine glasses, each bearing the mark of different shades of lipstick on the enormous wooden table. However, your attention remains fixed on Wanda, who is eager to assist you in making your new Halloween costume.

"Sit over there and I´ll bring some stuff." Wanda smiles and with that she leaves the living room.

You get bored very easily so not even after two minutes you´re on your feet again, glancing around the room. Your eyes are drawn to a paintings adorning the walls. Each canvas is a totally different theme. A dark landscape with rolling hills and a small lake makes you to step into its peaceful scene. Beside it, a bold, abstract burst with vibrant colors, evoking a sense of energy and excitement, which is something you definitely wouldn´t put in a place like this. The figurative portrait of a dark figure seems to watch over the place, which freaks you out a little, since you feel like it´s watching every single one of your steps, even though you can´t really see its face. As you watch these paintings, you don´t even hear Wanda come back.

"I thought I told you to sit over there." Her tone was once again very harsh, which made you feel like a kid that didn´t listen to their mother.

"Sorry, I was just admiring art." You shrug as you sit back, where you were in the first place.

Wanda didn´t say anything, she just started to take things from her bag and list through a book. "Here it is! This will definitely earn you bags full of sweets." She looks at you. "If you´re still in?"

"Yes, of course!" You nod and before you even fully stand up Wanda push you back down with her magic. "Oh wow, that was... so cool." You smile as you notice the red mist flying around.

Wanda smiles at your fascination and comes closer to you. "I need you to close your eyes and trust me, can you do that?" She tilts her head.

"Yes, Wanda. I can do that, if I´ll have a lots of sweets by the end of the night, I will do it!" Your eyes are sparking with bigger excitement than before as you imagine all the chocolate you will eat.

"Okay." She helps you lay down on the couch, which feels really soft on your skin and it makes you close your eyes instantly. "Good, just no matter what, I need you to have your eyes closed, I want it to be surprise." Wanda´s whispers trailing right down your spine.

"I love surprises, I will keep my eyes closed, I promie. Pinky promise!" With your closed eyes you held out a pinky. Almost punching her in the face, but she quickly dodge it. Wanda just smiles at your antics and extends her pinky to make a promise with you.

It took you one more shift on the couch to feel fully comfortable. "I´m ready." You mumble to let Wanda know, even though she can read your mind. Right after the magic start to float around once again.

You feel a lot of silly sensations right away, it feels like a tickling, which in fact makes you giggle out loud. "Tickles!" You say between the laughs.

"I know, it will be just a minute, darling." She smirks, knowing that the tickling feeling is just her magic taking your clothes fully off. At the same time Wanda reagulates your body tempeture with her spells, so you don´t feel even the slightest changes.

The ticklings stops and you fully relax on the couch again, taking a deep breath in and out. Nothing is happening for a few minutes, so it´s very tempting to open your eyes and look what´s going on.

Did she left? Um... should I-

"Absolutly not! If you can´t keep your eyes closed I´ll help you with that too, since I believe you can´t do anything on your own." Wanda scoffs and slides a blindfold over your head. Even if you tried opening your eyes now, you would see pitch black.

The spells and magic start to float around again, red mist tangling around your body. Wanda just sits in her fluffy chair on the other side of the living room. Glass with red wine in her hand as she watches you with hunger in her eyes.

As you open your mouth to talk, you let out a moan. You suddenly feel a warm rush of embarrassment wash over you, your cheeks turning a shade of crimson. It's as if a spotlight has been directed on your momentary lapse, and you can sense the weight of her eyes on you. You fumble for words and wish for a way to disappear into the floor, but the awkwardness lingers.

You feel something touching your body, something that is soft, yet very hard. A delightful sensation begins to spread across your entire body, as if invisible hands are gently caressing your skin. It's like a soothing, expertly executed massage, relaxation and comfort. This wave of bliss sweeps through you, releasing tension and stress with every touch, and you surrender to the embrace of calm that envelops you.

What the hell is that?

"What is what, darling?" Wanda asks, you can hear her voice on the other side of the room, so she can´t be the one touching you. "Oh that? It is just measuring spell, for your outfit to fit perfectly, sweetheart."

"O-okay." You kinda whine out. "I thought that-"

"Oh don´t be silly!" She laughs. "Just stay still." She adds with her raspiness again.

You´re staying still as much as you can. The sensations coursing through your body are unraveling the knots of tension that once held you captive. Muscle melting into a state of pure relaxation. Each touch seems to release a sigh of relief from deep within, and you sink further into a state of blissful repose. "I need you to be relaxed, otherwise it´s not going to fit, darling." Wanda adds.

Fit? Fit what?

"All the accessories." Once again she answer your inner question.

Wanda felt like you were ready and like you can and will take whatever she give you as a addiction to your costume.

You can feel something spreading your legs a bit and moving you little of the couch. The warm feeling never leaving your body, it´s the other way around actually, it´s just increasing. It’s weird how come you can feel a touch all around your body, when Wanda is on the other side of the room. You can hear her cutting out some cloth and time to time her soft humming.

"Oh my god-" you yelp as you can feel something wet between your legs.

How come I´m this wet? Did I pee myself? Oh my god! What is going on?

"Everything okay, darling?" Wanda asks as she´s looking at your hips, slowly going up and down. Your pussy is leaking and she didn´t even touch you.

"Yes! All good!" You´re hoping you´re just feeling things, but Wanda would already say something if things wouldn´t be okay. So it is just silly feelings. Oh you know what it is, it´s the little axienty from being blindfolded, now it make sense. You’re just anxious.

Wanda listen to your thoughs as she´s having the time of her life. It´s time for the actual fun to begin. She extends her hands, conjuring four crimson, ethereal tentacles of pure energy. These serpentine tentacles undulate, glowing with the passionate and dangerous red hue, slowly extending toward their target, you. It's a captivating display of Wanda's magical skills, a vivid manifestation of her power.

As each of them lay on you, you can feel a little wetness, that sticks to you right away. It feels... good. Really good. Whatever measuring device this is, you want to feel it in you-

'Your wish is my command' is Wanda´s first thought. One of the tentacles are slowly teasing you on your inner thighs. Moving slowly up and down your leg. "I need to measure your thighs, darling. Just to make sure your costume is the perfect size. Just give me a moment." She say from the other corner of the room, sipping on her wine.

How come I can feel her, when she´s over there?

Your thoughts are quickly swap away as you feel something really hard enter your already drenched pussy. And before you can think things through, you felt absolutely nothing in your head, just pleasure. The world seems to align perfectly with Wanda´s and yours desires, creating a warm and euphoric feeling, gentle you could say. Or moan at the current state your in.

You feel like your in a dream. A very good one may Wanda add.

The enormous thing is going in and out of you like it was nothing. Wanda´s eyes are on you as she watches in awe how you didn´t resist at all. How naive you´ve been the whole time. How come little thing like you survived for such a long time in this cruel and scary world by yourself? It´s a miracle and Wanda already knows she can´t risk your well being any much longer. It is just the right time for someone to take care of you. And she´s doing a really good job at it.

As you think nothing can make you feel better, you feel the same wetness that is going in and out of you, sliding up and down your ass. Subconsciously you move, so your in better position for whatever is coming. And trust Wanda, there is always something coming.

It´s way slower and more gentle. Your mind is waiting only for one thing, a slight push. But Wanda wants to tease you for little bit, she wants your body to beg for it, when your head is too foggy to do so. You don´t feel embarrassed anymore, you don´t care. You need everything that Wanda will give you.

Wanda is still sipping on her wine as she watches you struggle, but she is feeling generous tonight, especially when she found you in this poor state, scared, weak, but mostly alone with no one who would saved you, but that will change, starting tonight at this moment.

She let her magic finally push in. As one tentacle is going in and out your pussy at the speed of light, the other one is sliding out of your ass so slow, that you start to move your hips for more. The third tentacle is slowly making its way to your clit, making you feel overstimulated.

And if Wanda was afraid you´ll be overthinking too much, now she knows you won´t ever think again. The sight of you, ruining her expensive couch with your juices is something she will make you do often. Because this is what you´ve been made to do.

You´re close and your voice is cracking from all the screaming you did tonight, Wanda finally stands up, putting her glass on the table and walks over to you, her hand finally touching you and going up and down your stomach as her red tentacles doing their own job. When her hand touches you, it's like a soothing embrace, that is also very harsh. You can feel the warmth radiating from her touch. In that moment, the outside world fades completly away, leaving you with the sensation of her touch.

She knows your close and she would love to see you fall apart, but she knows she can´t rush things. So after few squeezes of your tits and light pinch to each of your nipples, she stops. Completely. Everything. All of her magic disappearing and she makes a step back.

If you´d had any energy left you would scream, but right now, you´re just shaking on her couch. As the cold sensation envelops you, it's as if a thick dark fog descends upon your mind. The chill seeps into your thoughts, causing confusion and a sense of detachment. This cold, fuzzy feeling blurs your senses and creates an unsettling disconnect from the warmth and clarity you once knew. This is totally different from your fuzzy mind before, because at that time you were in pleasure, but now? You don´t have even that.

After a few minutes of you just laying there Wanda takes off your blindfold and you´re back in some clothes, that feels very soft. You blink a few times.

"What´s wrong, darling? You don´t like the new costume I made you?" She shushes you and wipe your falling tears. You look down, touching your new outfit, that honestly looks way better than the one you made yourself. You've got a long, black, flowing dress and a purple cloak with cool silver designs next to you. "I assumed you wouldn´t want a hat, since you didn´t had one earlier. But I made you this..." She gave you a small version of her pitch black journal.

"I- um..." You´re still shaken up from what happened before.

But what even happened before?

"You fell asleep, silly. It was hard to put those on, but look at you now!" Wanda smiles.

I slept?

"You had an intesne dream?" Wanda looks at you with concern and all you could do is just nod.

After a few minutes of complete silence Wanda comes back with a big bag full of sweets.

"Oh my god!" And your little mind is now occupied with sweets. Everything is good now.

"It´s all yours... like I´ve said. Your new outfit will make you bag full of your favorites." Wanda smiles and hands you the bag.

"Oh my god, thank you!" You take it without a beat.

"No, I thank you, darling. You know where to find me if you want more." Wanda winks and you feel this ache between your legs.

"I- uh huh." You nod once again.

As Wanda closed the door behind you, she knew right away, that you will be back soon. She needs you to come back by yourself, if she captured you now, it wouldn’t do a single good. And till that time, her magic will follow you everywhere, to make sure her new thing is safe. And that your mind is always occupied by really important things.

Wanda comes into the living room to clean, she looks at the couch that is still very wet and as she´s in her head a group of people appears behind her.

"How the hell do you always do this, Maximoff?" A tall blonde asks with jealousy in her voice.

"You always have the most naive ones and they literally come to you!" Other lady snarks.

Wanda smiles and turns around. "Well I think that this one will be open for some sharing. Literally." She smirks at her own joke.

Knock knock.

Wanda opens the door and to her surprise it´s you.

"Hai, um... i was thinking- I really like this one chocolate, but i found only one in the bag you gave me so uh, do you have maybe another one? I can trade it for something!" You smile at her.

Wanda is just looking at you with smile on her face. As you came way sooner and she doesn’t know what to say.

"Of course! We have plenty of those here and we will happily trade it with you for something else!" The blonde one almost pushed Wanda out of the way.

"Great! Thanks!" You happily walked back in.

Let´s just say, that after that night you had every sweet you ever wished for. And they had their own.

Oooof this was something. I need to get my writing spirit back, cuz this ain’t it.

Anyways thank you for reading!!!

#adele writes #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #kinktober 2023 #day four #witch!wanda #marvel universe

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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and i can be needy, way too damn needy

“oh, didn’t like what i had to say?” she must have noticed your reaction, feeding off your palpable anxiety. “both of them feel that way, you know. they only really hang out with you because your mothers are good friends. you think they would give you the time of day if they had a choice?”

atsumu too? no, that couldn’t be true. he’s always been your best friend. yeah, your moms were close and it was easy to go to their house after school while your parents were working, but atsumu’s smile always grew wide whenever you walked through the door. surely all of that had been genuine?

“that’s a lie…” you mumble, wishing for once you could find the strength to stick up for yourself. this doesn’t feel the same as when osamu teases you, that’s something you can navigate. this is uncharted territory. never has anyone else been so callous towards you. usually because one of the boys was there to step in—atsumu to offer a kind word and osamu to throw a punch or two.

but maybe that was the problem. maybe they didn’t want to waste their time saving you anymore.

this really wasn't meant to turn into anything! i've had this doc sitting on my computer for months thinking nothing was gonna come from it, but you guys really liked the snippet i shared so here it is.

if you were expecting a big confrontation between osamu's girlfriend and reader, sorry! my crybaby doesn't play that way but she does get her comeuppance 👀

also there wasn't going to be any smut in this fic but.......osamu's hot LOL

words: 3.8k

cw: fem!reader, insecurity, name-calling, fingering, jealousy, possessiveness, infidelity mention, minors dni

disclaimer: on this blog, we discuss and explore toxic relationships/situations/ just because i write about these themes does not mean i condone/support these types of relationships nor do i do them in my own personal life.

these are fictional characters in fictional scenarios and nobody should be taking real-life advice or mirror the actions of the characters in these stories!

You walked into the kitchen expecting to see Osamu with his head in the fridge as usual. Instead, you found something worse, his girlfriend leaning on the counter. A scowl on her face as soon as she locks eyes with you. It’s the first time you’ve ever been alone with her, without Osamu there to make a mean comment at your expense that makes her laugh sweetly, “Baby, you’re being so rude!” she’d say in her shrill voice.

But there’s none of that in her face at the moment. She crosses her arms, eyebrows furrowed as she gets a good look at you. “Of course, you’re here too,” she says, attempting to grumble under her breath but it’s definitely loud enough for you to hear.

You don’t really want to know what she meant, mumbling an apology in her direction before trying to shuffle past her to the stairs. She’s quicker than you, though, blocking your path and almost tripping you in the process. “What the hell are you doing here?” She gets in your face, demanding an answer. It’s only when she’s so close that you take in how pretty she actually is: full, pouty lips, a high arch in her eyebrows, sharp cheekbones, a straight nose.

She didn’t look like the kind of girl Osamu dated, but you figured that wasn’t a fair assumption for you to make. You didn’t really know what kind of girls Osamu liked. Whenever his brother brought the topic up, it usually ended with a punch to the gut.

“Atsumu and I have plans,” you said, hoping she’d leave you alone. She purses her lips, seemingly not satisfied with your response. “Could you—”

“Do you not have friends of your own? You’re always tagging along with the twins, aren’t you embarrassed?” her features twist into a smile, one of ridicule. You’re not sure how to respond, mouth clamping up as you hope for someone to come downstairs and save you. But you’re not that lucky and your silence only pisses her off even more. “Not even going to defend yourself? Samu’s right, you’re hopeless!”

Hopeless? Had Osamu said that about you? He’s said worse things to your face, sure, but never once did you think he spoke about you behind your back. Did he talk about you to her? Complain about you? Of course, you weren’t his favorite person in the world but did he actually feel that way?

You could feel your stomach churning, a bitter taste bubbling in the back of your throat. You had to get out of there, but your legs wouldn’t move. “Oh, didn’t like what I had to say?” she must have noticed your reaction, feeding off your palpable anxiety. “Both of them feel that way, you know. They only really hang out with you because your mothers are good friends. You think they would give you the time of day if they had a choice?”

Atsumu too? No, that couldn’t be true. He’s always been your best friend. Yeah, your moms were close and it was easy to go to their house after school while your parents were working, but Atsumu’s smile always grew wide whenever you walked through the door. Surely all of that had been genuine?

“That’s a lie…” you mumble, wishing for once you could find the strength to stick up for yourself. This doesn’t feel the same as when Osamu teases you, that’s something you can navigate. This is uncharted territory. Never has anyone else been so callous towards you. Usually because one of the boys was there to step in—Atsumu to offer a kind word and Osamu to throw a punch or two.

But maybe that was the problem. Maybe they didn’t want to waste their time saving you anymore.

“Please, do you think they’d say it to your face? To the crybaby that lives next door? They don’t want to hurt your feelings but someone needs to give you a reality check.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” you snap back, feeling the tightness in your chest. Even when Osamu was giving you his worst, he never made you feel so small.

She laughs humorlessly, taking a step forward into your personal space and leaning down. It feels so humiliating. “I know enough,” she claims. “Every time I’m with my boyfriend, he never shuts up about you. What makes you so damn special? Maybe he wouldn’t bitch about you so much if you just fucked off and found friends of your own.”

You wanted to tell her it wasn’t true. That you knew more about the twins than she did, but all the energy you had left disappeared. And, in turn, her words started playing in your head over and over. Maybe it was true. Maybe your friendship with the twins had run its course—or rather your friendship with one of them did. Osamu had never been your friend before, had he?

Right on cue, the tears started running down your face. You could imagine how red and distorted your face had become, your nose becoming runny and mouth growing dry. You’re rushing out of the room before she could say anything else, running towards your house and slamming the door behind you.

It’s only when you’re finally alone that you allow your sobs to get loud, to feel all your insecurities pouring out into the open. And it’s just so pitiful that your first reaction is to run to Atsumu and point out the person who made you feel this way. What’s most surprising is that, for once, it wasn’t his brother who was at fault. Not even Osamu could make you cry this much.

Your phone starts buzzing every few seconds and through tears, you read out the notifications on the screen.

From: ☀️tsumu☀️: did ya get here yet?

From: ☀️tsumu☀️: thought i heard the front door..

You want to reach out to him, to both of them. But you can’t even bother with a reply. Instead, you turn your phone off, and let your tears flow some more.

You’ve never avoided both of the twins before, but you couldn’t face them after that conversation. It was hard at first, having both of the boys blow up your phone for most of the day was pretty normal. The three of you were always together, whether at each other’s houses, going out, or running errands together. If that wasn’t the case, you’d be on the phone with one of them, usually Atsumu, for hours.

But for the first time, you haven’t been giving either of them your attention—you turned off notifications on your phone, started waking up an hour earlier so you wouldn’t have to walk with them, and you told your parents not to answer their calls.

“Did you get into a fight?” your mother had said. “What did Osamu do this time?” But you didn’t really have an explanation, the real story being far more embarrassing than anything else.

At school, it was harder to steer clear of them. You didn’t share many classes but you ended up moving your seat in the few you did, ducking out of the room as soon as the bell rang to avoid having to talk to them. Thankfully, volleyball kept them busy and limited your interactions.

There was one incident in the cafeteria where you nearly broke your-self isolation.

It was easy for Atsumu to find you in a crowded room, locking eyes with you across the cafeteria. The boys were there with Suna and Ginjima talking amongst themselves and being rowdy as usual. Atsumu waved in your direction, beckoning for you to sit with them and you nearly did. Until you saw her cuddled up to Osamu’s side, a disapproving look on her face.

Osamu’s face didn’t look that pleasant either. “Maybe he wouldn’t bitch about you so much if you just fucked off and found friends of your own…”

Suddenly feeling nauseous, you turned your back on the table. Grabbing your food, you make your way towards the roof and eat there. You could usually be alone up there, without being a bother to anyone else.

“Did Osamu do something to you?” Suna asked one day when you were in the library. It was safe to study there—the boys had been banned in their first year after one too many fights. Suna sat across from you, an unreadable look on his face as he watched you take notes. “You haven’t come to practice in a week.”

You figured there was no use in avoiding him and continued to keep doing work. “Why does everyone think he did something?”

“Something had to have happened. Tweedledee and Tweedledum said you haven’t spoken to them in a while,” he leans back in his chair with his feet up on the table. Even during the worst moments with Osamu, you’d still end up getting dragged to practice somehow. “They’ve been fighting a lot more than usual. Kinda annoying, honestly…”

That didn’t do much to quell your anxiety. It was always nasty when the boys fought but the idea of sitting in the bleachers with her after what she said made you queasy. Maybe it had nothing to do with you. The twins fighting wasn’t out of the ordinary, what made you so special?

“I’m really busy with school, okay?” you motion towards the mess of papers on the table you’re working at. But Suna looks unconvinced, probably thinking back to all the times you’ve either done homework or studied while watching the team practice. “Just don’t tell them that you spoke to me, please?”

One thing you love about Suna is that he doesn’t pry. If you’re not ready to talk about something, he’ll hold off on asking questions. “Fine,” he sighs, getting up. “Whatever it is, I’m sure you’ve got it figured out. But do something quick, ‘cause I don’t know how much patience Kita has left.”

You can’t explain the uneasiness in your gut while watching Suna leave the room. He was wrong, you didn’t have it figured out. There wasn’t a plan or an end goal in mind. But you couldn’t face the boys just yet. And, honestly, whatever was going on would figure itself out with or without you.

“No, no, no, no…” you groan to yourself fishing through your backpack for the tenth time, hoping your keys would somehow magically appear. There was a torrential downpour outside and your parents weren’t home or answering their phones. Like an idiot, you forgot your keys and certainly didn’t have an umbrella, your soaked uniform sticking to you, your body freezing and shivering.

The only people who had spare keys were the twins and their mother. “For emergencies,” said your own mother so long ago but they were never actually used for emergencies. All too often, the boys would barge into your home for snacks or drinks, but mostly for you. They’d pluck you from your bedroom—it didn’t matter if you were studying or sleeping, really—and drag you back to their house to watch a movie or settle an argument.

You asked your mother to tell them you weren't home or hid out in the library until it was too late for them to show up at your front door. But now, you were royally fucked and were running out of options. “Please be here…” you cried, wishing for your keys to end up in your hand.

“Are ya stupid? Yer gonna catch yer fuckin’ death out here!” It wasn’t hard to figure out who the voice belonged to. Osamu stormed to the front of your house, pissed off as he shoved you under his umbrella. “The fuck ya standin’ here for? Yer practically blue!”

You didn’t have the energy to argue or come up with some excuse to distance yourself from him. Not when your crybaby tears were threatening to come back again. “I don’t have my keys,” you sobbed, feeling cold and pathetic.

Osamu grabs you by the sleeve and hauled you next door to his house, cursing with every wet stomp of his feet. You’re pushed through the front entrance, already forming a puddle on the floor. The shoes by the door let you know their mother isn’t home either.

“Dude! Ya were right behind me, what took ya so long—” Atsumu stops dead in his tracks when he spots you, an unreadable emotion on his face but he’s quick to go into protective mode, running towards you and his brother. “What—”

“She forgot her fuckin’ keys,” Osamu grouches, sticking the umbrella in a stand near the door. He turns to you, looking as if he wants to bite your head off. “Go upstairs and take a hot shower. We’ll get ya clean clothes.”

“Aren’t you embarrassed?” her words are in your head again. The twins need to take care of you yet again because you’re too stupid to remember to carry a fucking key. “I just need my—”

“I don’t remember askin’ ya,” Osamu says, pushing you in the direction of their bathroom. “Go.” Your eyes flick to Atsumu but he’s in agreement with his twin. Embarrassed, you start heading upstairs, wishing for all of this to be over.

The boys left clean clothes for you outside the bathroom door after your shower. As expected, the shirt and pajama bottoms were much bigger, completely drowning you. Your wet clothes were thrown in the laundry room to be washed and dried. You’re too nervous to go into the living room and face them, but hiding upstairs would only make the situation worse.

You decide to just rip the band-aid.

Wringing the rest of the water with your towel, you walk in to see the boys talking amongst themselves. They stop when you enter the room, Atsumu looking apologetic as he leaves room on the couch for you to sit. A cup of tea sits on the coffee table, likely made by Osamu and you’re certain his anger would only get worse if you refuse.

It doesn’t take very long for Osamu to start interrogating you as soon as you sit down. “Why the fuck didn’t ya come here sooner?” he stands in front of you and his brother, grey eyes shooting daggers at yours.

“I thought I had them,” you lied, letting the cup warm your still cold hands. “I just didn’t want to bother you.”

“But why would ya think yer a bother?” This time Atsumu spoke, his hand reaching out to rub your shoulder. You appreciated the extra warmth. “Better yet, where have ya been lately? Ya stopped talkin’ to us out of nowhere.” You don’t miss the way his eyes glance over at Osamu. He probably thinks it’s his fault too.

“You think they would give you the time of day if they had a choice?” You’re so fed up at this point that her name falls from your mouth before you could stop yourself. Osamu quirks his brow, probably wondering what she has to do with any of this.

So you tell them—You mention all the nasty things she said to you, the cruel looks she’d shoot your way at school, and how you felt too stupid to tell them because a part of you really wondered if it was true. By the time you’re done, there are a few stray tears running down your face that you didn’t notice at first. A frustrated crybaby to the very end, you’re nothing if not consistent.

They’re both angry now, eyes locked with one another. “Did ya know about this?” Atsumu’s tone was accusatory.

“Of course I fuckin’ didn’t, why didn’t ya tell me?” Osamu asked, looking at you, but his brother is quick to come to your defense.

“It doesn’t matter when she told us, what matters is that it was yer girlfriend that said that shit to her.” He snaps, pulling you closer to his frame to soothe you. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Osamu, tongue poking his cheek. “What’re ya gonna do about it, Samu?”

The younger twin rolls his eyes takes a deep breath and walks out the room, choosing not to start a yelling match for once. Once you are alone, Atsumu wraps you in his arms for a hug. “Please don’t disappear like that on us again,” he says, refusing to let go. “I won’t be so nice next time.” You can hear the dumb grin on his face. You’ve missed him, both of them. Atsumu makes sure you finish the rest of your tea before walking off to set up the futon for you—he suggested you spend the night and didn’t take no for an answer.

You’re folding your uniform a few hours later after taking it out of the dryer. It should probably be ironed before you could wear it again but, thankfully, there’s no school tomorrow. While you’re there, you decide to fold the rest of the clean clothes there as well, knowing the boys’ mother would appreciate it.

The sweet silence was broken with Osamu’s heavy steps coming downstairs, screaming into his phone, unaware that you’re also in the room. “I don’t wanna hear it and don’t even think about comin’ here and gettin’ yer shit,” From all the years of knowing him, you’ve never heard his voice get like that. Even when he and Atsumu were fighting and he’s certainly never yelled at you like that.

“Get one of yer stupid friends to pick it up from Atsumu or Suna or I’m throwin’ it the fuck out. I’m blockin’ yer ass after that. Fuck off.” He hangs up without another word and that’s when he catches you kneeling in front of the dryer with piles of folded clothes. His face doesn’t soften as he gets down on your level, eyes scanning your form. “That’s Tsumu’s shirt…”

Staring down at the much too big shirt, you now realize that he’s right. You hadn’t really considered which of their shirts the boys gave since you were more concerned with having warm clothes than anything else. “I just grabbed whatever was there—” Osamu’s quick movements take you by surprise. Next thing you know, he has you pinned to the floor, hovering over you. It rattles you at first, but Osamu’s always been known to push you around whenever he felt like it. “Samu—”

“Don’t keep secrets from me. Ya should’ve told me as soon as she said that shit.” His knee is between your legs and you wonder if his intentions are pure. All of your clothes were soaked from the storm and all Osamu had to do to get to your more intimate parts was wander his hands just slightly underneath your shirt. It had been a while since he did anything like that. Osamu was loyal to the girls he dated. At least you think. So many times he’s trapped you for a quick kiss when nobody else was in the room, it’s possible that you had overlapped with his relationships a few times.

Maybe that’s why she hated you so much.

“If any of that bullshit was true,” Osamu continues, noticing the apprehension on your face. “I wouldn’t put up with yer sensitive ass.”

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, fingers twisting between the fabric of your shirt. You felt stupid, letting your own insecurities and her words get to your head when you know none of them to be true. With all the years you’ve known them, you should have given the boys more credit. “I missed you.”

Finally, Osamu’s face relaxes. At this point, you wonder if he was actually upset with you this whole time, or with himself since it was his ex-girlfriend who had said caused all this. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s overwhelming, like all his kisses and it feels wrong to be so close just moments after he broke up with her, but it doesn’t stop you from deepening it.

“Such a pretty little crybaby, don’t know why I even bother with anyone else,” his voice is thick while his hands tug at your clothes. “Take this off. I’ll give ya my shirt in a bit, just lemme see ya.”

The sensation of your breasts being exposed to the cold laundry room to Osamu’s warm mouth wrapping itself around your nipple. A sharp whine leaves your lips but you stifle it, remembering that Atsumu is still upstairs. Osamu bites down on the sensitive bud, as one of his hands reaches past the sweats you had on, groaning when he realizes you aren’t wearing underwear.

Two of Osamu’s fingers plunge into your cunt without warning. It gets harder and harder to muffle your noises, eyes welling up with tears. “Wanna hear yer pretty noises, dummy. Been hidin’ from me too fuckin’ long. I deserve ‘em,” he growls, biting down hard on your breast just to force a high-pitched cry from you.

You pray that Atsumu is in his room. The thought of anyone seeing you in such a compromising position—half-naked and humping against Osamu’s hand—would be so humiliating but it has you whining and moaning even more.

“Can feel yer pussy clenchin’ around my fingers. Gonna make ya cum on the fuckin’ floor like a slut,” You can hear how wet you are, juices flowing down Osamu’s hand and it’s becoming too much. His thumb circles your clit as his fingers speed up. You pull him in for a kiss, burying your cries into his mouth. “Cum fer me, stupid girl. Missed this pretty pussy, need ya to cum.”

By the time he adds a third finger, you’re already too far gone. With a final, exasperated sob, you cum around Osamu’s hand. He stares, mesmerized by how sensitive your cunt is when he pulls his fingers out, your essence catching the light.

Your brain is too fuzzy to notice Osamu wiping his hand with Atsumu’s shirt, too busy trying to stop your legs from twitching. “Samu…”

“Don’t start yer whinin’, I’ll clean ya up,” he warns, grabbing a clean t-shirt to put on you. It’s one of his, of course. “Much better.”

“Don’t mind her, y/n,” Suna says after following your line of vision. The two of you were sitting at your regular lunch table a few days later when you felt someone staring daggers at you. Sure enough, there was Osamu’s ex looking back. Her usually pretty face now red and puffy. As horrible as she was, you still feel bad.

“Don’t mind who?” Atsumu asks as he and his brother join you after getting their food. Osamu feels your body tense up and is swift to see the reason why. Watching his eyes meet with hers brings back that unpleasant sinking feeling in your stomach for some reason.

But Osamu is quick to look away, an arm wrapping around his waist as he offers you some of his food. You sneak a brief glance back at her, just in time to see her storm out of the cafeteria.

It shouldn’t make you smile, but it does.

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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So I saw that you were wanting Bucky requests, and I didn't see any rules, but how about something where his new neighbor (from the apartment in FATWS) is this cute plus size woman who he keeps running into and slowly falling for? But maybe one night he happens upon her while she's getting mugged and saves her. From there she asks him out to dinner as a way to pay him back and it could end in fluff of them starting to date, or smut. Either way.

༉‧₊˚. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 || 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

— pairing: bucky barnes x plus size!reader

— summary: bucky's life was dull, and after the blip, it felt like he had nothing. that was until his cute neighbor came stumbling out of the elevator of their apartment building.

— warnings: mentions of mugging, that's really it, just fluff!

— wc: 982

⋆ a/n: i had a bunch of fun writing this! it was so cute and i'm a sucker for neighborly romance, so i made sure to go all out for this one. thank you so much for your request!

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It all started when you stumbled through your elevators carrying a heavy moving box while bucky was getting his mail, knocking into him as you squeaked out an apology.

"Sorry!" You spoke. you sounded out of breath as you dropped the box on the doorstep next to his, huffing as you leaned against the door. "You must be my neighbor!" You said in fatigued glee, a small smile on your face as you took in his disheveled appearance.

Usually, people never greeted him, the residents in the building avoiding him even though he helped to save their planet. He peeked behind him, a way of asking if you were talking to him.

"Yeah, you." You said, your smile widening. "Oh," he chuckled awkwardly, "Yeah, hey, I'm bucky." you approached him, your clammy hand taking his rough one in yours. You told him your name. "Nice... well, uh— I'll see you?" You nodded, letting his hand go. "Yeah, definitely!"

That wasn't the last time that he saw you, and he slowly grew glad that it wasn't. You were kind to him, the second day of you living there, you brought him a whole tub of cookies.

"Yeah?" He greeted rudely as he opened the door. Your grin didn't falter as you presented the container full of the baked treats to him. He felt bad, guilt twisting in his gut. This was definitely not a good reflection of his character.

"Oh, are those for me?" You nodded. "Yeah, I made a lot of them last night, kind of as a way to say, 'yay I'm living all by myself!'" Your grin slowly fell, "I don't even know if you like this kind! oh my gosh, I'm sorry. if these aren't, tell me what you like, and I'll make more—" He cut you off by taking the plastic container from out of your hands. "I like chocolate chip. you can never go wrong with the classics." You smiled once more. "What a relief."

And for the first time, he found that be liked when you smiled, and he was going to keep it that way, for as long as you lived there.

The third time he had saw you, there was a bad storm, one that had taken out the power throughout the entire building. There was a tiny knock, bucky holding back his rude greeting as he opened the door. There you stood, a look of fear on your face even though you tried to give him a grin.

"This might be a strange question, but can I stay here for the night?" Bucky's body froze at the request, for the first time in forever he felt nervous, nervous around you. Nonetheless, he allowed you to come in, moving his body out of the way so that you could walk through. Your bodies brushed for a brief moment and red painted the tips of his ears; you were so soft, and you smelt good. That was when he knew he had fallen for you, the cute chubby woman that lived next door.

You two grew closer since then, and he began to unconsciously grow attuned to your schedule. So, when he hadn't heard the familiar sound of you entering your home, he panicked, getting up from his spot from the couch and grabbing his jacket. He walked the streets around your apartment, and that's when he heard it, a commotion going on from an alleyway not even a block away.

"Let go!" He heard your voice screech. "Just give me your shit lady!" he practically ran, standing at the entrance like a vigilante, his figure illuminated by the streetlights. "Let the damn purse go. now." He all but growled. The man would have been an idiot to not recognize the voice of the winter soldier. He let go of it, your body falling back slightly as he took off.

"Bucky?" You asked unsurely. "It's me, doll. Are you alright?" You nodded, reaching out for him as he sweetly took your hand in his, leading you out and onto the sidewalk. "Yeah, I just— I thought that it would be safe enough for me to take a short cut but... I guess not." You explained, a sad laugh escaping your throat. Then, Bucky pulled you into his arms, holding you close to him as you stood in his arms, frozen.

"I'll pick you up from work for now on." You gently pushed him away. "it's okay, buck. you don't have to do that; I can just catch a cab or something." Butterflies fluttered inside your stomach as he cupped the side of your face.

"I want too." You he said softly, peering into your eyes as if he was afraid that you would fall apart.

"Then you can." You said quietly. The air was thick with tension, both of you hesitant to take the next step. His lips brushed yours as he moved his head. You pushed up on your toes, your lips finally locking in a long-awaited kiss as you melted into his arms. You had been pining over the misunderstood man ever since you had moved in, ever since you had seen him brooding in the hallways in a wife beater, looking as though he was completely worn down.

When you separated, you were gasping for air, your hands clamped down on the collar of his jacket, holding him close to you.

"I uh— I was going to make dinner when I got home, if you would like to join me?" You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes. For the first time, you had saw him smile. It was nothing too big, just a slight raise of the lips, but you would take it.

"Yeah, I would like that a lot." He breathed.

"Awesome." You said with a grin before leaning up to kiss him once again.

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enha when you’re on your period * ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

requested by kuma <3 (i lost the ask woops)

❃ PAIRING ! enhypen x gn!reader

❃ GENRE ! cavity inducing fluff n’ some comedy

❃ WC ! 3.7k

❃ WARNINGS ! blood n’ periods ofc

a/n: for my lovely kuma who can’t read this until she’s back from her trip :( thank you for this adorable request and please enjoy all my period havers out there, ilysm we’re so strong!!

// LEE HEESEUNG !

bro is more prepared than you with the calendar app n’ everything

you’ll be on the couch minding your business

and he’ll just pop out of nowhere like, “babe, i just got a notification your period starts this week, do we have everything?”

first of all mr lee

why does he know this before you do

you’re not the uterus haver

second

aw. he is so cute :(

the only thing heeseung likes about this time of the month is that you start to get extra clingy

it makes him feel so special n’ loved <3

he’d be playing league like a nerd, also making sure to stay quiet since you’re napping only a few feet over on his bed

well at least, you were

all of a sudden he hears your whiny mumbling from behind him before you throw yourself onto his lap

mans is just smiling like an idiot, lifting his arms around your waist as you cling to him like a koala with your chin resting on his shoulder

“g’morning love, how’s your tummy?” he lazily kisses your head, eyes still glued to his laptop

“s’not morning,” you grumble, “i’m still sleepy.”

luckily, heeseung is very good at reading your random mood changes

he can tell whenever you’re getting grumpy and needy instantly

so with that he quickly abandons his screen, ignoring the fact he’d definitely get an ingame penalty for it

“okay, let’s go lay down then, yeah?”

the rest of the day consists of you and hee cuddling and watching every shitty movie you could find on netflix (there’s a lot of those) <3

there’s been a few times where you’ve sent your boyfriend on pad buying expeditions

and surprisingly, he seems to have done his research, bringing back just what you asked for every time despite the intimidating amounts of numbers and brands he had to scan through

“okay, so i got this one for when it’s heavier,” he says, pulling all sorts of boxes out of his grocery bag, “then these are just liners i thought would be good, then i got..”

okay, maybe he was a bit too excited and went overboard BUT

you were so proud of him!!

and very grateful, remember to give him lots of love as a thank you <3

one time he even got you a cute plushie that gave off heat when you clicked it’s stomach

you use it to this day :)

“this will make do for when i’m not here to kiss your cramps away,” he had giggled, presenting the bear to you proudly

all in all, just very casual and loving gamer boyfriend!!

but maybe don’t tell him you love his gamer side too much or else he will 100% try and convert you into a league player (gags)

// PARK JAY !

it’s been said a million times but it’s just the truth

husband material

absolutely ready. no matter if you’re two weeks early or two weeks late

he’s at your service

though when you first started dating he didn’t have any experience with periods at all

so the first few times it started he was a little

oblivious

“babe, you look like a corpse with that posture, c’mon let’s go out and do something,” he said teasingly

the speed in which your neck snapped towards him..

bro was scared for his life

you feel your eye twitch

“yah, which one of us has blood coming out of their uterus and cramps digging into their stomach?” you bark

he just 🧍🚶🏃💨

the next thing you know, your boyfriend has come back with takeout from your favorite restaurant as an apology, along with another bag full of snacks and candies

of course you reach for the snack bag first

only for it to be snatched away from you :(

“uh uh, dinner first babe.”

you feel like a scolded child as jay spoon feeds you every single bite

“but i’m full,” you whine, watching your boyfriend bring another scoop to your lips

“just one more for me, baby.”

you’d oblige, only for him to start getting another spoonful ready

“if it was my homemade cooking, you would’ve eaten more,” he’d brag to mostly himself

you let him believe what he wants 😒

(it’s true)

jay also keeps track of your supplies in the bathroom

as soon as you started dating this rich mf, not once have you ever paid for any pads or tampons again

if he notices something is getting low in your drawer, a whole new box of it will magically appear the next day

however

sometimes he does go a little overboard

“babe, you know i don’t need the same pads in all these different brands, right? it’s the same thing,”you giggle, observing your almost overflowing drawer of menstrual supplies.

he’d pout in defense, “yeah but this one had these cute animals on it, i thought you’d like it. and this one said it’s extra, exTRA absorbent or something.”

you snort, “what? they should all be absorbent, that’s the whole point, love.”

listen he’s trying

but but, give him some credit! this man catches on quick

soon he will demand you to let him know whenever your period starts so he can come over n’ happily take care of you

get ready to have 5 star meals for breakfast lunch n’ dinner, your chef boyfriend is on the job 👊👊💥💥

// SIM JAKE !

HE'S ON A MISSION

soon you will completely forget about the pounding stabs in your stomach! 🤬

jake just wants to see you smile n’ laugh like you always do around him

but when it’s well,

bloodfall week

he doesn’t get to see your pretty smile very often :(

so he’ll do anything he can to distract you and cheer you up!!

and by anything he means anything

literally you could ask him for a mini concert

and he’d be like “okay, let’s go! what song first?”

only moments ago you were sitting on the couch, contemplating life with a heating pad pressed to your stomach

but now you’re too busy watching your boyfriend dance to blessed cursed with music so loud even the neighbours can listen in to

cramps??? who’s that?

now you only know jake singing polaroid love to you in your living room :)

shit, he’ll even dance to billy poco just for you despite the pounding urge to plug his ears everytime the annoying melody turns on

anything’s worth hearing your laugh <3

so the first time you requested jake to pick up some sanitary napkins for you he was strangely.. enthusiastic

it’d go something like this:

you - 3:21: babe

you - 3:21: *1 attachment* if ur free can u pick up some more of these for me?

jakey <3 - 3:22: omg

you - 3:22: ???

jakey <3 - 3:22: sorry love, i’m just excited 😊 i’ll be there in 15 😘

you’re the definition of 😟🤨

what on earth is this man planning

pads are not that exciting in your opinion

and like usual you were right to be worried

bro shows up at your house with a whole care package and a pink ribbon n’ everything

“there is no way you made that,” you gasp, standing with crossed arms in the doorway to your apartment

he snickers, walking in and placing the gift bag on your counter

“okay, i did get some help from an employee at the store. she recommended to me a bunch of stuff you’d probably want,” he announces proudly.

you sigh in disbelief (even though you were secretly really thankful and wanted to give him a big kiss), “baby, i’m not dying. i just needed pads.”

“yeah but i wanted to make you feel better! periods don’t sound very.. pleasant.”

you snort

well, he wasn’t wrong

inside his little basket of goodies was basically everything you could ever need during the week

along with the pads you’d asked for there was a tub of ice cream, chocolates, a teddy bear, and a brand new heating pad

aaand best boyfriend award goes to sim jaehyun 😞😞

// PARK SUNGHOON

lord.. i’m so sorry for you dear

he’s so confident. for no good reason

you ask him to get some pads and he’s like YEAHH, ITS MY TIME TO SHINE

so you offer to show him a picture as reference, and he really goes “i don’t need some stupid picture babe. i knOw what i’m doing.”

then off he goes

waddling through your front door with a dumb, smug smirk on his face

you sigh, an anxious feeling stirring in your stomach

you’re just sat on your couch, thinking of all the things that he could do wrong

and just like that, your phone begins violently ringing only ten minutes later

“hoon?” you question with furrowed brows, holding the phone to your ear

he doesn’t greet you back, his stressed voice blasting through your eardrums, “since when did these things have wiNGs? why are they flying and why are there numbers everywhere?! this one says it’s 100% absorbent, but this one says it absorbs 10x it’s weight, what the fuck is better??”

you can’t help but let out a cackle

it’s so easy to imagine him just. 🧍 in the middle of the menstrual aisle

“okay calm down love, do you want the reference picture?”

his ego says no, absolutely not!

but sadly, if he wants to survive this mission, he has to admit to being clueless, sighing a reluctant yeah.. through the phone

so you rush over to your bathroom, still giggling through the phone

“babe, this isn’t funny,” sunghoon mutters, “all these middle aged women are staring at me, and they don’t look impressed.”

you just laugh harder, “well, i don’t know what you expected mr. period expert, i thought it was ‘your time to shine’?”

he just groans in embarrassment

to say the least, he learned his lesson

but now he’s absolutely prepared

in his notes app, he has a locked folder called “y/n grumpy week reminders”

you were extrEmely offended when you found out about it

you’re not thaaat grumpy on your period…

ok maybe a bit but still :(

you quickly forgave him for the name when he actually allowed you to go through the folder

bro has typed down everything like literally EVERYTHING

your favourite snacks had a pretty big section including your top three ice cream flavors, chip brands n’ candies

and of course in big bold letters he had the exact pads/tampons you used

he did not need a repeat of the first time 😕

sunghoon knows very well how bad your cramps can get, especially at night

so when you guys get ready to sleep, he purposely turns you around so he can throw an arm over your waist and rub comforting circles on your stomach until you fall asleep <3

it makes him feel like he’s really doing a good job taking care of you, which he is!!

but don’t tell him this or his ego will skyrocket. it’s already high up enough 😕

// KIM SUNOO !

having an older sister, sunoo isn’t really phased when your period comes, he’s fully prepared and used to it

it does make him pretty upset seeing you in pain though, and the fact that he can’t do much about it makes him sadder

so he resorts to doing little things with you in an attempt to cheer you up!!

you’ll just be curled up in bed with your boyfriend

when all of a sudden he ruins the peaceful atmosphere by jumping out and running over to the bathroom >:(

instantly you let out a whiny grunt, searching desperately for his warmth once again

“sun, what’re you doing?” you complain

he suddenly prances back in with a pile of random shit in his arms, smiling cheerfully

“i brought face masks! and there’s some other face products i wanna try out, then i wanna paint your nails!”

what were you expecting dating the skin care king

at first you were a bit unsure since well, with your cramps you just wanted to curl into a ball and sleep

but after some more convincing

you realised the fun distraction was helping much more than trying to sleep

an hour went by with you and your boyfriend taking pictures and laughing at each other in bright green face masks

the selfies you took were chefs kiss as usual, queue the new matching instagram pfps <3

then while you waited for the masks to dry, you painted each others nails purple and blue (yes, you convinced sunoo to have matching nails with you 🫶)

by the end of the night you’ve almost completely forgotten about the cramps digging into you ✊

whenever you ask sunoo to buy you menstrual supplies he’s just the biggest sweetheart

the most enthusiastic “sure!!” you can imagine paired with that pure smile of his 💔

mr perfect is also the most educated out of all of them

“wings or no wings? should i get multiple sizes? also, i’ll get some underwear liners too just in case~”

he’s not embarrassed at all with his basket full of items for you, when ladies stare at him in the store he just offers a smile n’ waves 😭

and and, right after leaving the store he’ll go to your favorite ice cream place and bring you back a whole sundae of your choice!!

10/10 sunshine boyfriend. highly recommend

// YANG JUNGWON !

ultimate caregiver

won hates being mushy okay

but period week is a whole different conversation

if you tell him you’re having cramps he WILL appear at your door five minutes later with open arms

he’ll give you a greeting smooch before tackling you to the couch like a real cat

his favourite thing to do is make you sit in his lap n’ reach his hand around your waist to gently massage your tummy

every once in a while the peaceful silence is interrupted with a quick ‘love you’ right in your ear along with a peck

those moments are really healing for him y’know

as the leader he’s pretty much constantly stressed and busy but when he can just sit down with you and. breath

it makes him so happy even though he hates the fact you’re hurting :(

throughout the day he’ll always be checking on you

“want me to reheat this?” he inquires, gesturing to the heating pad on your stomach

“jagi, let me give you a massage.”

“should i run you a bath? i can add some bubbles!”

wonnie also has a sister, so he’s a bit more experienced than the other members

he claimed that he was an expert on getting pads/tampons because his sister would always force him to get some whenever he went out

so you put some faith in the boy and sent him a picture of what you need

but but HE WANTS TO BE 100% SURE so when he gets to the store he’ll literally put you on facetime with speaker and everything

“okay got it, and should i get the ones with wings? okay, and how about these underwear liners, they’re on sale?”

like he does not care at ALL even if the other pedestrians are all 👁👄👁 at the sound of your casual pad conversation in the middle of the store

all he cares about is you and getting everything right, very efficient boy

one time you were sleeping over with him at the dorm and well

mother nature decided to surprise you <3

the millisecond you woke up you knew something was wrong

yeah

the red waterfall had fallen a few days earlier than anticipated

meanwhile your boyfriend was in dreamland mere centimetres away from you

“shit, shit, shit,” you murmured, carefully looking under the covers to see a giant patch of red right on your sleeping shorts and jungwon’s bedsheet

to say you were freaking out pretty bad would be an understatement

would if he’s grossed out?? will he be disgusted?

with the softest movements possible, you do your best to creep out of bed without awakening the boy next to you

but jungwon, being the light sleeper he is woke up to the mere sound of the blankets ruffling

“jagi?” he rasps, rubbing his eyes

your head whips around, looking down at your bloodstained shorts, “close your eyes!”

it was too late, you cringed as you witness jungwon’s eyes widen, quickly sitting up

“what- your shorts- are you okay?”

you quickly cover the patch of red, “i’m so sorry won, i didn’t know it would be starting, i swear-”

he interrupts with a shake of his head, “jagi, it’s totally natural, don’t apologise,” he states, already hopping out of bed to pull his bedsheets off, “go clean up, i’ll throw these in the wash and make you some breakfast, hm?”

you were a bit flabbergasted, just watching him carry his stained bedsheets out the door

perhaps it was the bare minimum, but for you his comforting and calmness was extremely appreciated

by the time you’re done cleaning yourself up and changing into a pair of jungwon’s shorts, your boyfriend has finished making waffles and eggs

when he sees you he runs over to pull you in for a kiss, “g’morning! want to go on a movie marathon today? oh- i can also pick up some supplies for you if you need,” he offers happily

at that moment you just feel your heart burst in love and adoration

wonnie supremacy, please give him lots of cuddles n’ kisses to show your appreciation!

// NISHIMURA RIKI !

here’s your one chance to be free from his constant playfighting and teasing

when it’s that time of the month niki has learned teasing you is not the way to go if he wants to wake up tomorrow

he found this out the hard way when you first started dating

“yah,” the boy playfully pushed your side, making you groan in pain, “i thought i'm your boyfriend, why aren’t you giving me attention? you’re just staring off into space with that weird grumpy face. y’know, you’re going to get wrinkles just like jay hyung- ow!”

then you proceeded to chew him out on how much you’re suffering and he’s just 🧍

new side to him unlocked

niki is usually not one to be very clingy, in fact, he’d say you’re usually the one clinging on to him

but on your period suddenly he’s following you around like a lost puppy

he will wrap his arms around your waist and waddle around with you in his embrace

and while he’d usually say something stupid about your height or call you a midget, instead he just plants kisses on the top of your head and asks how your tummy’s feeling :(

another example being when you want his attention

usually when you come over to him being all needy he’ll grow this stupidly smug smirk and be like “wow. you’re so obsessed with me” (lovingly) 🙄

but now he’ll just smile warmly n’ pull you in for a comforting hug with some stomach rubs if you want

“you should watch me beat heeseung hyung in smash bros, it’ll distract you from the pain~”

“babe, come sit,” he pats his lap, making grabby hands in your direction, “i’ll hug your cramps away~”

and oh god

the first time you asked niki to get you some pads he ALMOST let his excitement show through his face

he was nervous yes

but it also made him proud that you could depend on him y’know

it made him feel manly!! like you really needed him and he could take care of you!! :)

even when he’s at the store he’d be all giddy and excited

though when he actually sees the full rows of colorful, intimidating products he just 😊… 😟

yes, you texted him the brand and everything but there were thoUSANDs of different ones by that brand in specific

but it’s too late now

niki is too determined to impress you and show how good a boyfriend he is

he will not bother you again

and even though he has sisters he was a bit embarrassed, so instead bro goes to ask some random clerk

“hi, my partner asked me to get these but i’m a bit uh- lost, could i get some help?” he shows the clerk the text you sent him, fidgeting with his hoodie string nervously

“ah of course sir! right this way,” the employee replies, already setting off down the aisle

“we have lots of different options, honestly these ones are really good because they’re very comfortable and longlasting, but these ones are very popular because..”

the clerk ends up describing literally every single box there with detail and the whole time your poor boyfriend is just nodding in utter confusion

at this point he was even more lost than before, if they were all so amAZING like this lady said, how was he supposed to pick just one?

a lightbulb appears above his head

“and that’ll be sixty eight dollars and seventy cents, please.”

niki gulps, looking down at his basket filled to the brim with literally just pads

when he got back.. oh boy

“are you fucking kidding me? what is all that?!” you exclaim, watching your boyfriend walk over with two whole grocery bags in his hands

“uh, in my defense this lady was a really good salesperson and well..”

when he opened the bag for you to look inside while murmuring the amount he spent, you nearly fainted right there, immediately scolding him

“that’s it, you’re officially banned from going shopping for me.”

“what!? babe, please! give me another chance, next time i’ll only get one i swear, seriously!”

okAy he wasn’t lying

next time niki actually did do a good job and got ONE pad box instead of ten, you were so proud <3

and he even brought some snacks back along the way!!

biggest softie ever right here, just give him some time to learn pls 😭

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A Shitty Brother Kinda Christmas

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Evan invites Michael over for Christmas after not speaking to him for over two years now. Shenanigans ensue

Michael was cold.

He was also annoyed and bored and excited and the slightest bit nervous.

But right now, he was just cold.

He was sitting out in the middle of nowhere waiting for a bus that had either already come or was nearly a half an hour late.

He was praying it was the latter.

It didn’t help that he’d had literally no time to prepare. Evan had called him at six in the morning and he’d had to rush to find a gift and means for transportation and it didn’t help that everything was closed for Christmas. So he’d thrown on the only coat he had and went for the first bus he could catch. Now he was stuck out in the snow waiting for a bus that might not even arrive.

But some things were worth getting hypothermia for.

Unfortunately for Michael, this was not feeling like one of those things. But it was a second chance, and he’s fucked up too much to give up on a second chance. Frankly, when Evan had asked for his number, he’d already expected not to hear from him ever again, and he’d made peace with that. As much peace as he could at least. It wasn’t something he thought about a lot, and he doubted Evan thought about it much either.

But today his head’s been full of it, as unpleasant as that is.

When the bus finally pulled up, the driver assured him that the snow was what caused the delay, and apologized profusely. Michael didn’t care, he was just glad it came at all.

The bus was almost entirely empty, which made his life a lot easier. He clicked on his phone, not that there was anything to look at. It was Christmas, after all.

When Evan had invited him, he’d known it would be disappointing to Jeremy; He always looked forward to Christmas, but he promised they’d have their own little Christmas when he got back, but this was the first time he’d spoken to Evan in… Forever. His little brother had a house for god’s sake! A house! And he lived with his friend! That friend who’d punched Michael, the friend who always let Evan stay over his house, the friend he’d totally definitely not gotten into a fist fight with more than once all because of his own stubborn attitude.

So yeah, Michael was a jerk. But in his defense, Gregory was stubborn too.

His phone pinged and he picked it up. It was Evan again. Geez, why did he keep calling? Michael had already agreed, he didn’t want to talk to him right now, not yet.

But he can’t keep putting it off, and he doesn’t wanna seem like he’s avoiding Evan. (Even though he is, technically.)

“Hello? Hello, hello?” He said, “What’s up?”

“It’s me.” Evan said, “Just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay? I’m really sorry it’s such short notice.”

“It’s whatever.” Michael replied, “The bus was late though.”

“It’s Christmas, that’s expected.” Evan replied.

This was weird. Not a bad weird, but not a good weird either.

“Yeah.” Is all he said, “Uhm, is there anything else you need? The service here is ass.”

“Uh, no, I was calling to tell you if the bus hadn’t come to just forget it because I didn’t want you to keep waiting. It’s cold outside.”

“No shit.” He said with a dry laugh, “I’m gonna go now. Bad service, you know how it is.”

“Oh? O-Okay, yeah, bye.” Evan said.

“Bye.” Michael said before hanging up and sitting back against the seat.

“Shitty service?” He mumbled to himself, “Idiot.”

“Well, that sucked.” Elizabeth said. She was hanging decorations she’d brought since their house wasn’t “Christmas ready” in her words.

“He’s probably just tired.” Charlie said, “I’m sure he’s happy you invited him.”

“Well maybe the invitation isn’t what’s got him in the dumps and maybe it’s more the timing?” Elizabeth said.

Evan shrunk back, “I really didn’t notice how close it was getting to Christmas, I just… I couldn’t decide if I wanted to invite him…”

Elizabeth shrugged, “Fair, I guess. I usually invite him over but he spends his Christmas with his friends a lot.”

“His friends?” Charlie asked, “Jeremy?”

“And those other kids from middle school.”

Evan scrunched up his nose, “He still hangs out with those guys?”

“Yeah?” Elizabeth climbs down the small step ladder she was on, “They’re his friends.”

Evan huffs, “Yeah, I know.” He mutters.

Charlie offers a small smile at him, nudging him, “He’s not bringing any of them, it’s just him, Ev.” She says, “I’m sure everything will be okay.”

He nods slowly, “Yeah, yeah I guess.”

“Hey, Evan?” Gregory calls from the other room where he’s helping Sammy set up for dinner.

“O-oh, yeah?”

“Why does Michael do that weird ‘hello? Hello, hello?’ thing?”

Evan blinked, “I… I don’t know, actually.”

“Oh my god he does that all the time I don’t think he even realizes it!” Elizabeth said, “It drives me insane!”

Charlie laughed, “Yeah, Sammy says he does it every time he calls him.”

“He does!” Sammy said, “Every time. I asked him about it once and he was just as confused as me! He just does it. It’s like an instinct.”

Gregory laughed too, “That is funny as hell I’m never letting him live that down.”

“Oh, speaking of living things down,” Evan hopped off his bed and headed to the kitchen, “You’re gonna be on your best behavior. If you and him fight, I’m sticking you both outside.”

“If you put me outside with him I’ll bury him alive in the snow.” Gregory said.

“I’m serious.” Evan said, “I don’t want you fighting with him.”

It’s not that Evan didn’t appreciate Gregory standing up for him, but it was stressful. He didn’t want his friend hurt for him, and he certainly didn’t want to spend Christmas breaking up his brother and his best friend.

Gregory looked over at Evan, “Yeah, of course.” He said, “No fighting.”

“And that means no punching, kicking, swearing, snapping, pushing, shoving-”

“Okay, okay, okay, no fighting.” Gregory said, “But he needs to back off sometimes, I’m gonna let him know.”

“I can let him know.” Evan said, “We’re going to have a nice Christmas like a family!”

They all turned to look at him.

“We’re going to have a nice Christmas like a… decent dysfunctional patchwork family…” He rephrased, “I-I guess.”

Gregory laughed at that, “It’ll be fun, I’m sure.”

“I wish you could’ve invited Nessa,” Evan said, “I’m sure she’d have loved to meet Mike.”

When Michael finally arrived, he was met with the entire house laughing at him. Even Evan couldn’t hide his amusement at seeing his brother pull up to his house soaking wet and shaking like a leaf.

“You look great.” Sammy said.

“Piss off.” Michael muttered.

“Come inside, you look like you’re gonna freeze to death.” Charlie said.

“I feel like it too.” Michael muttered.

They brought him inside and Evan found himself suddenly regretting every decision that led up to this.

He felt sick, and he realized with a shock that there was a reason he had avoided Michael. He didn’t know what to say to him, what to do with him, or what to talk about. What do you say to your big brother who you ghosted for nearly two years after getting his number? What do you say to the person who ruined your life? What do you say to the person who treated you like shit and almost killed you and only formally apologized a couple years ago?

Gregory must have noticed because he discreetly led Evan back to his room and sat down with him.

“Not ready?” He asked.

“Not at all.” He said, flopping onto his back.

“What is it?” Gregory asked, laying down beside him.

“I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to him in forever and I was cool with that but then we did talk again and then we split up again and I just… How can I never speak to him again after that? How can I not give him at least a chance to be better? But at the same time… I don’t want to talk about The Thing, and I don’t want to bring it up but I can’t move on if I don’t and I feel sick thinking about it because what if it goes wrong? What if I fuck it up? What if he fucks it up? What if all this bullshit was for nothing this whole time and I’m just gonna end up hating him more than I already do?”

Gregory listens intently, staring at Evan, “You know, I told you not to invite him.”

“I know but-”

He continues speaking, interrupting Evan, “But! You insisted. Why?”

“Because I want to give him another shot.” Evan said.

“And he came because…” Gregory raises his eyebrows expectantly.

“Because he wants to take that shot.” Evan said, slowly understanding.

“So, you want to give him a chance? You don’t have you, you don’t owe anything to him, especially forgiveness. Do you wanna cut this short? Nobody would blame you if you did. I sure as hell wouldn’t.”

Evan sits up, “I guess.”

Gregory smiles, “Why don’t you take some time, dinner’s not done yet. Nobody’s rushing you, and I’m sure Michael is just as nervous. The only difference is that he deserves it.”

Evan laughs a bit at that, “Be nice.” He said.

“No promises!” Gregory called as he walked out of the room.

Frankly, Gregory was right. Michael was just as nervous. In fact, he wanted to curl up in a ball and sink into a hole and die right about now. He didn’t know where to sit so he ended up standing awkwardly off to the side.

Unfortunately for him, Sammy was quick to act like he owned the place. Gregory and him were like siblings, to be fair.

“Come on Mike, sit down.” Sammy said, “What’s wrong, are you nervous?”

“No. Not at all.” He muttered, “I just prefer standing.”

“Yeah, well, you look out of place with the Christmas decorations and I need to take photos so unless you wanna be my santa clause, I suggest you move.” Elizabeth said.

“You're as blunt as ever.” He muttered.

“Thanks, I try my best.” She replied with a grin.

He sat down next to Sammy, pulling out his phone, only to have Charlie grab it away from him, ignoring the indignant noise he made.

“Aw, Jeremy? Are you guys dating yet?” She teased.

“Wha- no! Give that back!” He lunged, reaching for it, but she snatched it away too quickly.

“Come on, Mike, you’ve gotta have something interesting in your life, how’s my dad?”

“Uncle Henry’s doing fine.” He answered as he continued to chase her around, “Give it back Charlie!”

“What pictures do you have? Aw, is that your dog?” Charlie pulled up a picture.

“No, it’s Jeremy’s! Now give it back!”

“What’s its name?” She asked.

Michael looked over at Elizabeth and exaggeratedly gestured at Charlie, but she just laughed at him.

“She missed messing with you, this is your own fault.” She said.

“She’s right, messing with Evan isn’t as fun. He doesn’t get mad like you do.” Charlie said.

Michael scowled at her, but he couldn’t deny that it made him feel a lot better though.

When Gregory and Evan returned, Michael offered a smile and a small wave at Evan, that his brother slowly returned.

Evan was pale, but Michael didn’t mention it; He probably was too. Although that could just be from sitting out in the snow for half an hour.

He was still a bit upset about that.

Elizabeth invited him to sit beside her, which ended up sticking him right beside Evan, who had Gregory on his other side, who had Sammy next to him, and then Charlie beside him, and then it came full circle back to Elizabeth.

Great, cool, cool cool cool cool cool. This could go one of two ways:

One, it goes horrible and awful and everything that could go wrong does go wrong.

Or two, it goes fine and Michael’s overreacting.

But he could tell Evan was uncomfortable, and the tension was uncomfortable for him as well.

He took a breath before standing abruptly, “Actually, I ate at home and I could totally just grab a hotel or something so I’m gonna-”

“You’re not leaving.” Evan said.

Michael turned to him, “I’m sorry what?”

Evan shrunk back, “I-I just mean- you can stay here. Uhm… Unless you really don’t want to which is fine but you know you should stay here with us because it’ll make it easier and honestly who sleeps in a hotel on Christmas Eve I mean-”

“Okay! Okay. That- we can do that, that’s fine.” Michael said. He sat back down slowly, staring hard at his plate.

“And I can tell you didn’t eat at home.” Evan said, “I don’t like that you’re lying to me.”

Michael doesn’t reply to that, shrugging.

Evan’s eyebrows furrow, but he doesn’t say anything else. Gregory leans in next to him and whispers something, though.

So it went bad. Not awful, but bad. Michael didn’t eat much, but the food was good. Henry knew how to cook, and it seemed like he’d taught the twins how to cook as well.

Elizabeth leans back in her chair, “So, now that we’ve invited Michael, who wants to send a call to dear old dad? I have his number.”

Evan groans, “Not again with this…”

“Please, please Evan it would be so funny please.” Gregory shot up in his chair, “Please you didn’t let me do it to Michael let me do it to your dad.”

“Do what to Michael?” Michael asked.

“They wanted me to prank call you guys and send you random shit. Gregory, my dad will find and kill us all. I hope you know that.”

Prank call his dad? Prank call the William Afton?

“No wait I like this idea, Ev, we should do it one hundred percent.” Michael said.

“See? He agrees.” Elizabeth said.

Evan rolled his eyes, “You guys are the worst.”

“We’re the best actually.” Charlie said, “And it’s uhhhh… five against one.”

Evan sighed, “Do what you want. I need to set up our room anyway.”

Charlie cheered.

“I actually think I’m still in his contacts.” Michael said, “He keeps texting me, I don’t read 'em though.” He didn’t tell them that he repeatedly hesitated and refused to block his dad for a reason he himself couldn’t fathom. But to be fair, Lizzie hadn’t blocked him either. In fact, she still messaged him back sometimes. Even if the conversations weren’t friendly, he couldn’t imagine talking to his dad ever again, he didn’t know how she did it.

“And we don’t wanna start today, let’s use Charlie’s phone.” Sammy said.

They spent the night sending random images to William until he blocked them, and then they went on to relentlessly call Jeremy, who had apparently been asleep, before they went on to call Gregory, and stayed on call with him while he and Evan set up.

It was weird how normal this was. It was weird how quickly it had become just spending Christmas together instead of unloading 15 years of bullying and 21 years of loathing.

But then again, they were the Afton family, pretending to be normal was their whole thing. They did it for the first eighteen years of Michael’s life.

But he could sit back and enjoy this before the incredibly uncomfortable conversation that was inevitable. If him and Evan would quit avoiding it.

Gregory then came in to let them know the room was ready.

Sitting down in Evan’s house was one thing. Sleeping in it was a whole other thing. He felt like a teen again, when his dad was in the hospital for one of his springlock accidents and Michael had to stay with Henry while he was gone. That had sucked. His dad hadn’t wanted to bring him over Henry’s house, so he hardly knew Charlie and Sammy, and because of that he’d felt so out of place in their house. Not to mention his siblings were there, and by then he was sick to death of them.

Thinking back on it, he did have a lot of issues as a kid. Maybe he still had them. Who was he to dwell on it, though.

Michael Afton has issues, like that’s news.

This time he made a point to sit beside Elizabeth. She wasn’t the best choice, but she was the only one who still messaged him. Despite how she acted, she always wanted a family. But she got the Aftons, which is more like a classification than a family.

She gave him a disappointed look, but he ignored it.

The decorations in the room were really cool. They had lights strung up on the walls and they’d put up blankets to hang over them, as well as covering up the window. The floor was layered with blankets and pillows, and Michael noticed it looked like a nest.

He had taught Evan how to make nest-like pillow forts when he was only four. Michael had been seven, and hadn’t even been good at teaching, but Evan had really enjoyed it. Michael hadn’t enjoyed teaching him, but it kept the kid quiet and that’s all he’d needed. But this fort was obviously not a product of his teaching, since it was unlikely Evan remembered that.

Weird that he’d remember that. It felt like a karmic “fuck you” from the universe.

Evan was really enjoying this. He didn’t feel as anxious anymore, and it felt almost normal. He had been preoccupied with everything else to think about The Thing and it made him feel a lot better about it. He was also proud of the pillow fort, which Gregory had helped with a lot. They’d had it planned for a while, and he was glad it turned out so well.

Good food, good bed, good friends, and so far no issues with Michael. None that he wanted to talk about yet, at least.

This was a good day! A great day! And hopefully a great Christmas day would follow!

He was quick to pull his friends into it and talk to them about it. He loved how cozy it looked. Like a shiny little nest. It was awesome and he loved it so much.

“Wait. Wait! I need my camera!” He went out to the kitchen, “Gregory? Do you know where I put my camera?”

“I put it in the end table drawer! The bottom one, next to the couch!” Gregory called back.

“Awesome. Thank you!” He grabbed it and ran back into the room, “Mike get in the back you’re the tallest, Gregory and Charlie, I need you guys up front. Elizabeth, get closer to Mike, come on. Sammy, you’re perfect there don’t move. It’s on a ten second timer so hold that for a moment!”

He ran over to them, positioning himself beside Michael and behind Gregory.

He went to grab his camera when it was done, smiling at the picture, “It looks awesome, I can’t wait to print it.” He said.

The others crowded over to see.

“You’re pretty good at sitting still and looking pretty.” Charlie teased Michael, “It’s your one redeeming quality.”

Michael shoved her face away with his hand, “Oh piss off.”

“He said the thing again!” Sammy cheered, “He said it earlier too. I feel like I’m in England every time I talk to him.”

“Did I tell you guys about that time Evan screamed ‘you cunt’ at the top of his lungs?” Gregory said.

“No! No! You promised you wouldn’t tell them about that!” Evan wails, grabbing Gregory’s arm.

“He was playing a racing game or something and he just lost big time. Huge time. Horribly. Awful. It was embarrassing.”

“Gregory!”

“And he just shouted at the top of his lungs. In the most British I’ve ever heard him, it was insane.” Gregory continues, “He had to apologize to our neighbors. It was hilarious.”

Evan covered his face, “It was awful, I felt so bad.” He groaned.

Michael chuckled, “That’s funny, Lizzie was always the one who used British slang. She got it from our father.”

Elizabeth shoved him playfully, “Okay Mr. I-Say-Bloody-Hell-And-Piss-Off-Every-Five-Seconds.”

“Pi- leave me alone!” Michael said indignantly.

“He almost said it again!” Charlie said, laughing.

“Jeez, you people are impossible.” He said.

At that moment, his phone rang. “Oh, shit, it’s Jeremy. I’ll be right back!”

Evan watched Michael leave, his head tilted slightly to the side.

Gregory nudged him, “Feel better?”

“A bit… Thanks.” He answered.

Gregory smiled, “I told you it’d be okay.”

Evan nodded, “I’m stressing out a bit still but I do feel better. Maybe I was just overreacting.”

“Mike is being super weird though.” Elizabeth said, “He’s not usually like this with his friends.”

“Well duh,” Charlie said, “he’s overthinking just as much as Evan is. He’s just shit at hiding it because he’s not a ball of fear and sadness the way Evan is.”

Evan frowned, “Well I wish he’d just act normal. I don’t like that he keeps lying to me. He makes everything harder than it has to be.”

Charlie hummed, “He’s just scared. Like a little animal in the woods.”

Evan couldn’t stop his sudden and loud laughter at that.

But he did feel angry. He wasn’t going to say it, he wasn’t sure he was ready to say it, but he felt it. Michael wasn’t even trying.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick.” He told Gregory.

Michael knew the call wasn’t Jeremy. He also knew it would end long before he wanted it to. It’d been one of his friends from middle school, and they had hung up several minutes ago. But he liked the silence while it lasted.

“So, you’re avoiding me?” Evan asked from directly beside him.

Michael jumped with a shout, nearly falling off the couch.

“Jesus Christ, Evan!” He gasped, “Don’t do that!”

Evan didn’t react, “Whatcha doin’?”

“Sitting… on the couch?”

Evan’s eyebrows furrowed. He looked like Dad when he did that.

“No, actually,” he said, “you’re being a bum. Alone on Christmas? Come on, we’re heading to bed now.”

Michael nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

They spent the night doing random things. Charlie told some scary stories, they watched a movie, Michael showed them his playing card collection and Evan beat Gregory at war at least ten times, and Elizabeth got a whole console out and they played a few different games.

Of course, the tension did not leave. Everytime he accidentally bumped into Evan or one of them said something a little too… Iffy… it only got thicker.

When he looked over at his little brother, he noticed he was asleep. Him and everyone else.

Well, except for one.

“Can’t sleep?” Gregory asked.

Michael shrugged, “Who can sleep on Christmas Eve?”

Gregory eyed the others, “Them, apparently.”

Michael chuckled, “Yeah, I guess so.” He said.

They fell silent, and Michael laid down on his back, staring at the blankets hung above him.

“You know I don’t want you here, right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“But he does. Don’t ruin that for him. Or Elizabeth. She said she’s been trying to get you to come over for Christmas.”

Michael stares at him, “I don’t talk to her a lot, I thought she was just being nice.”

“She was.” Gregory said, “I don’t doubt she was. But she still likes talking to you. I don’t know, don’t you think maybe she actually cared if she asked every year?”

Michael scoffed, “I told her every year that I spend my Christmas with Jeremy. Or Henry.”

“Speaking of Henry, what’s he doing for Christmas if Charlie and Sammy aren’t there?”

Gregory sat up, “Charlie said He remarried or something.”

“Really?” Michael said, “That’s… He didn’t tell me that…”

“I might be wrong but that’s what I heard.”

“Hm.”

Gregory looked over at him, “You’re kind of a loser, you know that?”

Michael stared at him for a moment before he burst out laughing.

Gregory shushed him, “You’re gonna wake them up, shut your mouth!” He hissed.

Michael flopped over on his back, still laughing, though he tried to keep quiet, “You are incredibly blunt.”

“Well, to be fair, I don’t particularly like you very much,” Gregory said.

“I can tell.”

When Gregory heard him go quiet, he glanced over his shoulder.

“Lightweight.”

Evan woke up with a pillow being chucked at his face the moment he sat up.

So he stayed down.

But he could hear Charlie and Michael laughing.

Michael sounded like he’d been doing this for a while, and Charlie kept squealing. The noise was quickly giving him a headache, but it made him feel better about the day, and that’s all he needed anyways.

The day?

Holy shit it’s Christmas.

Evan bolted upright, “It’s Christmas.”

Gregory laughed, “Yeah, it is.”

Elizabeth threw herself on Evan and pulled him into a hug, “Morning sleepyhead!” She said, “You’re the last one to wake up.”

“We’ve been waiting forever.” Sammy groaned, “So I started chucking pillows at you and seeing if you’d wake up.”

“I told him not to.” Gregory said.

Evan smiled, “You guys are amusing. Has anyone made breakfast?”

Charlie points at Michael, “I told him to.”

Michael pushes her finger away from his face, “And I told her that I have not cooked something edible since I was 15.”

Elizabeth shuddered, “That lasagna was not edible.”

“Har har har.” Michael muttered, “at least I tried.”

Charlie sat up, “Me and Sammy made dinner, it’s someone else’s turn.”

“I vote Greg does it.” Sammy said.

“What? Why me?” Gregory whined, “I always do it!”

“I’ll make it.” Evan said.

“I’ll come help.” Elizabeth jumped to her feet.

She grabbed Michael’s arm, “I’ll show you what edible actually means.”

Charlie waved Michael goodbye with a smirk on her face as he scowled.

Evan took out the stupid cinnamon rolls in the weird circle can thingy? He didn’t know anything about them but they were good so who cares.

Michael frowned, “This is breakfast?”

“You look like you live off ramen noodles, shut up and enjoy Christmas dinner as it should be.” Evan said.

Michael blinked a few times.

“… You don’t… You don’t actually live off noodles, do you?”

“…”

So Evan learned several unpleasant things about Michael’s eating habits.

But so far, so good. He’d only felt soul crushing anxiety twice since Michael got here!

So… Good?

He wasn’t sure but it wasn’t bad so that had to mean something.

Despite joking around, Evan was a bit irritated. Michael was still being weird and it didn’t help that Elizabeth clearly didn’t understand the tension.

“You two are too quiet, come on, it’s Christmas.” She said, “Loosen up!”

“I’m just tired, Liz.” Evan said.

She flicked his forehead, earning a yelp from Evan.

“Well, don’t be, it’s Christmas!”

He didn’t like how much this reminded him of home. He didn’t like that this reminded him of his sister avoiding and ignoring his problems or his brother never listening to him.

They were all so different, but some things never change.

Unpleasantly, his mind drifted to his dad. But he pushed those thoughts away. He didn’t know why he always thought of his dad when he talked to his siblings.

“Evan, it’s done.” Elizabeth said, “Do you wanna frost it?”

Evan nodded, “While they’re still hot.”

She smiled at him, “Then we can open gifts? You’re gonna love what I got you, I promise.”

No, his siblings were nothing like his dad. No doubt they have pieces of him in them—No doubt Evan did too—But they were not him.

Maybe he could learn to live with those pieces. He’d done it with Elizabeth.

But it was just so much harder with Michael. Even now, when they were laughing and pretending to be okay, he felt dissatisfied. He wanted more than this, he wanted reassurance that his brother actually wanted to change and didn’t just feel bad. What if Michael was doing this for himself? To make himself feel less guilty? Less at fault?

As cruel as it sounded in his head, he found himself regretting giving Michael this chance. He didn’t deserve closure, not when it had taken Evan over a decade to get his own closure. He knew Michael was trying, but why did he get to decide when this change of heart came along? Why did he get to decide when this ended?

He settled in his seat beside Gregory, who was talking to Charlie and Sammy. Elizabeth was quietly talking to Michael, and Evan stayed quiet. He had things to think over. A lot.

When they finished, Charlie and Elizabeth practically dragged him to the tree.

Michael hung back, and Evan felt a twinge of… Something. Sadness? Anger? He didn’t know. But it was something.

Elizabeth insisted he opened hers first, so he did. It was a camera. Except it was yellow and had little bear ears and…

“It’s Fredbear!” He exclaimed, “It’s so cute! Oh my god, Lizzie, this must have taken forever!”

“Charlie helped with it,” She said.

He looked it over, “And it’s brand new… Smile!” He pointed it at Elizabeth and Charlie, snapping a photo quickly, “Oh my god, I love it, Liz.”

She grinned, “I knew you would.”

Gregory smiled at Evan, pushing a small box closer to him.

Evan unwrapped it slowly, before slamming it down and giving Gregory a playfully harsh look, “You did not.”

Gregory laughed, “I really did.”

He held up the sweater, “This is so dumb I’m gonna wear it for the rest of my life.”

The sweater was black with a skull on it, but it was sporadically decorated with random Christmas things. It looked so strange and out of place and he loved it.

Of course he got Gregory an equally ugly sweater, one with flowers on it, but the middle of the flower was replaced with Glamrock Freddy, one of the characters made for Fazbear Entertainment after his father had sold it off in response to the horror rumors about it.

Evan knew they weren’t true, but they still made his skin crawl sometimes.

Sammy bought him a crochet kit, with a bunch of colors for him and Gregory to mess with. He must have remembered Evan mentioning that he wanted to pick it up as a hobby.

They continued exchanging gifts, and Michael was quiet for the most part, as if he was dreading something, which Evan found amusing; of course he was nervous, he’d had one day to find thoughtful gifts for people he hardly spoke to.

Suddenly, just as Evan was going to stand, Michael tossed something to him, and he jumped in surprise.

“I didn’t know what to get you, to be honest. I, uhm, I hope this isn’t a shitty gift…” Michael said, “I also hope it doesn’t like… ruin your day… it’s a hit or miss, so I’m taking a shot.”

Evan blinks a few times, “Alright…”

He carefully unwraps the gift, gasping softly when he sees it fully.

The fur is worn, and the stitches are messy—the handiwork of his uncle, no doubt—and one of the ears has a hole in it, but there’s no mistaking it.

It was Fredbear.

The original plushie.

The one he hadn’t seen since he moved out of his dad’s house.

He’d had another, one that Gregory’s dad had made for him, but it’d never been quite the same. It also didn’t talk to him.

… Well maybe that was a good thing.

He didn’t take his eyes off it as he spoke softly, “Where… did you get this?”

“Dad sent it to me since he didn’t have contact with you. He didn’t give me a chance to say I didn’t either. Henry patched it up and it’s just been collecting dust for the past few months.”

He stared at it. It reminded him of a lot of things. The animatronics on stage that terrified him, being bullied, his nightmares, his dad, The Thing, meeting Gregory, that day he broke his ankle, that time Mike almost hit him with his car his first time driving it, when he spent that first night with Gregory, and so many other things.

“Huh…” He said.

“Is it… a good gift…?”

“Yeah, yeah I missed him.” He said, “Thank you.”

Michael smiled.

Elizabeth stood up, “Well, that was sweet,” she said, “let’s get this picked up now.”

They all groaned, and Lizzie clicked her tongue, “Come on, guys, this isn’t our house, we can’t trash it and leave.”

So they picked up. It wasn’t hard, but at some point Charlie bumped into Elizabeth, who playfully pushed her away, and then that ended with the two of them wrestling each other to the ground. Sammy jumped in and for a moment Evan thought Gregory would too, but he didn’t.

So the two of them just continued cleaning while Charlie squealed. And he glanced over at Michael.

He was picking up alongside them, and Evan couldn’t stop himself from laughing a bit.

Michael frowned, “What? What am I doing?”

“Nothing, nothing, it’s just funny that you’re cleaning. We were lucky if Dad got you to pick up a sock, much less your room, much less Henry’s house.”

Michael scoffed, but didn’t say anything.

Thanks for participating in the conversation, I’m glad we’re talking. Evan thought sarcastically.

Gregory looked like he wanted to say something, but he bit his tongue when Evan gave him a look.

“No fighting, I know,” He muttered.

God this sucked a lot.

Michael didn’t know what to say. And he was annoyed that Evan would bring that up. He got so much shit from his dad for not picking up his room, but he could never bring himself to care. He’d hated that house, he’d hated his dad, he’d hated his siblings, and god he’d hated his little brother.

Not that he knew exactly why, though.

His thoughts were interrupted by Elizabeth grabbing his arm, “It snowed last night, do you guys still get snow over in Utah?”

“What? Of course we do!” He said, “Why wouldn’t we?”

“I don’t know, you seem so grumpy I thought you must have never experienced a good thing in your life.” She said.

Evan winced and Michael frowned, “I’m not grumpy.” He said.

“Sure, as if you haven’t been moping around. You know, if you were just going to sulk this whole time you shouldn’t have come,” Elizabeth crossed her arms, “Nobody forced you to come, but you’re acting like this is the worst place to be right now.”

“I’m just… nervous…” He said slowly.

“Nervous? About what? You came because you wanted to see us, didn’t you?” She challenged, “You’re just being dodgy today, I don’t know. You just nudged gifts to us and mumbled ‘thank you’ and hung back, why aren’t you at least trying to participate?”

“I am trying! I’m just not feeling it, okay? Why do you even care, you’re not the one who invited me!”

Elizabeth scoffed, “I invite you every year and every year you shut me down, but not Evan? Is this even about him? Because it feels like it’s about you!”

Michael stared at her, “I’m trying my best!”

“Avoiding us is your best!?”

He fell silent. One look at Evan and Gregory told him they had been thinking the same things.

Goddammit.

He really had been neglecting his sister, hadn’t he? It’s not that he meant to, it’s just that he didn’t know how to talk to her. Her life fell apart pretty quickly once their father’s parenting… declined… but even then she still reached out to their father. Whether she actually thought he could change or if she was just doing it for herself, though, he had no idea.

He was trying to settle these things one at a time! why did he have to fuck up with both his siblings?

“She’s not wrong.” Gregory said, “You’ve been weird lately, and it’d be much easier for everyone if you just… I don’t know… talked? You’re not getting anywhere sneaking around like a dog.”

Michael felt his anger spark at that, “I’m not sneaking around! And don’t call me a dog!”

Elizabeth clenched her fists, “Well if you were really here to make amends, you’d put some effort in, but instead this feels more like a shitty way of getting closure and making yourself feel better-”

Evan stepped forward then, “Okay, that’s enough!”

“-And maybe if you hadn’t almost killed Evan he wouldn’t hate you so much!”

The whole room fell silent.

Evan stared at her, “Elizabeth…”

“It’s true!” She said, “It’s true! He’s always done this! You just avoid us, you shut us out, like that will help, and then you come crawling back for forgiveness so you don’t feel like shit about it!”

“Elizabeth!” Evan shouted.

She turned to look at Evan, and they locked eyes for a moment. She sighed, “I’m going… To go to the gas station for a bit. Call me if you need me.”

Michael watched her go, silent. His gut was twisting and he felt sick.

He was a shitty brother all around, wasn’t he?

He couldn’t even get his sister to like him. Not that he’d tried very hard. Elizabeth made herself feel untouchable. She avoided her brothers because she didn’t want to be caught in the middle of whatever they were doing. She hadn’t been talking about Evan, not entirely. She was probably lonely, he realized.

He looked at Evan, “I didn’t… I’m… I’m sorry…”

Evan stared at him, “Do you want to talk about It? Now?”

Michael laughed, but it was dry and humorless, “No, but I’m willing to, if you want to.”

“We’ll leave you guys alone.” Charlie said, grabbing Gregory and Sammy and pulling them away.

“Liz is right, you’re not really proving anything other than the fact that you feel bad. Which is… It’s annoying.” Evan said, “I know you feel bad, I’ve known that since I got out of the hospital when I was ten, Mike. I don’t need to know you feel bad, I need to know you care and want to make an effort to change.”

“Well, I am trying I just-”

“Don’t know how?”

Michael looked up at him.

“...Yeah.” He said softly, “I don’t know what to do, I hardly know you guys anymore.”

Evan sat down beside him, “None of us do, it took Elizabeth years to even look at me, and even longer for us to finally start actually talking. There’s a lot of things we can’t fix. Elizabeth will always be blunt, that will never change. It’s something she got from Dad. She can’t help that, but she can make it better.” He looked up at Michael, “And I think you can, too. If you just talk to me, but you won’t. And that’s making it hard. I don’t want to push you or bother you but I really really need to just… understand this.”

“So… About The Thing…”

“Yeah, The Thing. Me almost dying, you putting my head into heavy machinery? That Thing?”

“Yeah.”

“I… I still have the scar, you know? It healed over pretty well though, head wounds do that. But I still dream of it, you know. Do you have nightmares?”

“Of seeing my little brother’s head get crushed like a grape? Yeah,” He took a deep breath, “Hard to forget that when I spent at least five minutes staring at it.”

Evan stares at the floor, “... I don’t even remember when it happened. I didn’t feel it at all. Not until I woke up, at least.”

He takes a deep breath, “I… Can I just ask you why?”

“What?”

“Why did you do all that? Why did you treat me like that?”

Michael fell silent. He never talked about the why. It’s not that he didn’t know. He knew. He had known since he started, since he watched his brother’s skull get crunched in front of him.

“I thought it was funny,” He said, “I didn’t like that Dad did all that shit to me. He obviously enjoyed it, and I enjoyed doing it to you. Some kind of fucked up stress relief, I guess.”

Evan stares at him, looking hurt, “That’s brutally honest.”

“You said you didn’t want me to lie to you.”

Evan nodded, “Yeah.”

They sat in silence for a bit, before Evan spoke.

“I don’t know if I want to forgive you or not,” He said, “It’s not that… It’s not that I don’t think you’ve changed but… I still have nightmares. I still remember these things that happened to me and they… they suck. But sometimes I feel like a jerk because I know you’re trying and I know you don’t get why this is so hard for me but… But I really hate you. I hate that you are here for closure, I hate that you are here at all. But I invited you.”

“I think I do get it.” Michael said.

“Hm?”

“I… I haven’t blocked Dad yet, did you know that?”

“Really? I blocked him the day I moved out.” Evan said.

“I keep not wanting to. I keep thinking, ‘what if something happens? What if I need to talk to him?’ even though I know that’ll probably never happen.”

“So I guess I can get where you’re coming from. In a weird twisted way, you know? I don’t know how to cut him off, but I don’t know how to talk to him. It’s like there’s a door open in front of me and I’m too scared to walk through it but what if I close it and it locks? What if there was something good in there?”

Evan doesn’t take his eyes off Michael, before he says, “Give me your phone.”

Michael blinks at him, tilting his head, but he slowly hands Evan his phone, “What’re you doing?”

“Blocking Dad.”

“What!? Did you not hear anything I just said?” He reached for his phone, but Evan was quicker and pulled away from him.

“There’s nothing behind that door, Michael.” He says, startling Michael with his intensity, “Nothing that you want or need. You left that room forever ago and you deserve to stay out of it for the rest of your life. You and Liz.”

Michael watched him and his hand dropped back to his side.

Maybe Evan was right. Maybe there was nothing behind that door. Maybe he was just wishing there had been something in that room. It’s like he was closing and opening it in hopes for something new.

“...Thanks.”

“Always available for cutting off shitty family members. I’m incredibly good at it.”

Michael laughed, “... Yeah… you are.”

Evan stood up, “I think that’s enough for now, I don’t know if I forgive you, honestly.”

Michael shrugs, “Eh, that’s not the most of my worries,” He says, “I guess this was something of a test run?”

“If it was, I think it turned out okay.”

When Elizabeth got back, Michael took her aside to talk to her. Evan didn’t listen in, but he knew what they were talking about, and he did indeed see them hug tightly. It wasn’t Evan’s business. He left it alone.

So things weren’t fixed. But they were better. They had wrapped old wounds. Nothing was healed, but they weren’t bleeding anymore, and that was good.

The rest of the day was fun. Elizabeth insisted Michael stayed, but he had to go home eventually, and there was a mutual understanding that he needed some time alone after all that. It was overwhelming, and Evan was definitely done with seeing his family for a bit. They weren’t friends, but it was something.

He watched Michael walk outside, where Jeremy had come to pick him up.

“Hey, Mike?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for coming.”

Michael smiled at him, “Thanks for letting me.”

Not forgiveness, and in the end he would always prefer the family he’d made for himself, but otherwise this went well.

That being said, he was never inviting that many people over for Christmas again. He should’ve gotten them together for Thanksgiving instead.

Gregory pulled Evan back inside, “Dude, it’s freezing, come inside.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Gregory looked inside, “This place is a mess. What happened to ‘we can’t make a mess and leave it’?”

Evan laughed.

#im participating in the thawing of Mariah Carrey and I'm not sorry #Christmas #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #my writing #michael afton #evan afton #no specific au #elizabeth afton #charlie emily #sammy emily #gregory fnaf #really hope u guys like this i spent forever on it #no beta reader bc im impatient #some of the characterization might get choppy but to be honest i really really enjoyed writing this #afton brothers #flashlight duo

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inhuman-obey-me · 10 months

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First of all, love your analysis!! They are legit my favourites <3 second, do you think the brothers have had past relationships before MC? Were they intimate or just some fwb kind of thing? Do you think that some nobles try to get with one of the brothers? Sorry if I sound nosy!! Just wanna know your guys opinions cause you guys always have the best answers! >:D (ps. you guys are my favourite obey me blog hehe)

Ahhhh thank you, you're so sweet!! Σ(O///O) (,,>﹏<,,) Apologies for the delay in answering this!

As far as past relationships before MC go, yes we think there probably have been some. It is a dating sim, so of course they want to make it that MC is ✨special✨ for them, but let's think realistically about it. They've all lived an incredibly long time before MC!

We certainly do know that nobles and others are interested in them. Barbatos mentions that all of them have fan clubs, and there's even a memory UR card titled "Popular with the Ladies" after all! And Great Witch Maddi is infamously aggressive for trying to get with some of them, including frustrating the hell out of Satan and Lucifer -- as well as a rather dark implication about what she might have done to Mammon once.

As to the particular nature of their past relationships, though, it probably varies a lot from brother to brother!

Lucifer doesn't do anything half-assed, and he's way too prideful for anything that could damage his or his family's reputation. He might go on a few dates for political reasons, but he thinks of those as work, not romance. If he actually gets into a relationship, it's serious. That said, he's such a workaholic that past relationships are probably pretty few and far in between except with Diavolo.

Mammon is the type to hook up intending it to be a casual one-night stand, and end up in love before he knows what's happened. He falls in love fast, and though the relationships may have burned up just as quickly, he really loved them -- even if he might never admit it.

Leviathan prides himself on being a hardcore shut-in, so his relationship history is probably mainly littered with online relationships with fellow gamers. He may have been too shy to actually ever meet up with any of them, or maybe not.

Satan has a lot of acquaintances and is generally well-liked within the Devildom, so he's undoubtedly had his share of admirers. And he's always trying to expand his horizons by trying new things, to get away from being "only wrath." So yeah, he's probably tried dating casually, maybe had some that were considered more serious, but didn't really have that full-blown understanding of love until MC came along.

Asmodeus is, well....let's just be realistic here. He's the Avatar of Lust. We saw the brothers giving him shit for hitting on everyone even when he was an angel, so of course he's probably hooked up with tons of people before MC. But the whole reason MC has been so special to him is because they're the first one that he feels like really loves him for more than just his beauty, so they're the first serious relationship for him.

Beelzebub is one of the "popular with the ladies" guys, but it just isn't really a priority for him. Still, he's not one to say no if someone invites him out for a meal, so he's definitely gone out on dates from time to time, even if some of them may have been accidental. But it seems MC is really the first to be equally important to him as his family, so any past relationships probably weren't nearly as serious.

Belphegor isn't a total shut-in like Levi, but frankly he just doesn't care a whole lot about anybody outside of his family. So he might have had casual flings with those who showed interest, but he likely would have hit a point where he would have decided it's not worth the effort.

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series

Ice Pick

Prompt: You haven’t seen Isaac since that night and it’s been effecting you more than you care to admit. However, after finding out Derek is turning teenagers, you have more dangerous things to worry about.

a/n: So i don’t think there’s gonna be a lot of issac and y/n in this chapter :(( but i hope you guys still find it enjoyable! I really love writing her friendship between Scott and Stiles. I know we've seen a lot of the bond between Stiles and y/n so im excited to add more to the bond of Scott and y/n this time!

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It’s been a little while since that night on the full moon, you haven’t seen Isaac or Derek so you couldn’t even ask the so called ‘sour wolf’ on whether Isaac was okay or not. You finally told Scott about what happened on the field that day and it was nice for you two just to talk about everything. Everything ended up including how you felt about Isaac, which was definitely embarrassing to come clean about. You still remember the slight tear that had traveled down your face as Scott held your hand. Scott had made it clear that everything was okay and when you saw Isaac again, you would be able to talk to him about everything for real.

To say you dwelled on it the last few days would be an understatement, it plagued your mind every second of everyday. Where was he? Was he okay? Was he mad at you?

You grumbled in frustration, giving your cheeks slight taps, you could worry some more later. Right now, you would just let yourself be entertained by Allison dominating Scott at the rock climb.

“For a werewolf, he’s really bad at this,” you said, looking at Stiles.

He laughed, “Yeah, at this rate, I could beat him.”

“Okay, don’t get too ahead of yourself, you can’t even beat me.” Stiles looked at you, “Uh yeah, that’s because you cheat,” he sassed back.

“How do you cheat at rock climb,” you exclaimed.

Stiles folded his arms, “You just do,” by now Scott had joined the two of you along with Allison, “Alright you two, chill out.” You pointed at Stiles accusingly, “He started it!” The boy gasped in horror as if the accusation had pierced him but before he could make a comeback, Coach had already called for him.

“Alright, next two! Stilinski, Erica, let’s go!”

Your expression dropped, Erica was called. The poor girl was never good at these types of things, not to mention, you could tell she struggled with being in front of other people. It didn’t help that half the school took any opportunity to laugh at her. In the end, you did truly feel bad for her, you tried to reach out but every try was a failure. She would get these big ‘deer stuck in headlights’ eyes and stutter off an apology before escaping through to the nearest door.

Your attention went to the two of them as they started to make their way up the wall. Stiles surprisingly made his way up and down pretty fast, he whipped around when he hit the ground to send you a smug grin. Erica on the other hand, barely made it off the ground before she had started to hyperventilate.

“Erica, you dizzy? Is it vertigo?” You gave Coach a confused look at the suggestion and you weren’t the only one.

“Vertigo’s a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She’s just freaking out.” Lydia explained with a roll of her eyes. Everyone continued to look up at Erica.

“I’m fine,” she called out.

“Coach, maybe it’s not safe,” Allison voiced her concern, “you know she’s epileptic.” Coach’s head snapped towards her in shock, “Why doesn’t anybody tell me this stuff?” You raised an eyebrow at him, “It would be in her file.” He waved you off before going back to Erica.

“Erica, you’re fine. Just kick off from the wall,” he explained slowly, “there’s a mat to catch you.” She nodded ever so slightly before slowly separating from the wall and gliding down towards the mat. Coach supported her weight as she regained her balance. “You’re alright, shake it off,” he said lightly. You had reached out to take her hand but she had already started making her way through the crowd. You could tell she was embarrassed. How could she not be? Half the class was chuckling at her misfortune like it was some kind of comedy show. Walking up to Scott, your eyes kept burning into her back, making sure she was physically okay.

“They’re all such jackasses,” you remarked. Scott’s attention was now on you, he agreed before his shoulders dropped in concern.

Soon enough class was over, you were in the girl’s locker room when you felt your eyes glow. You hid your face from the rest of the girls but Allison must have seen because her hand was on your shoulder in a second, “Y/N what’s wrong?” Shaking your head, you shrugged her hand off slightly. “I don’t know, probably nothing, I still haven’t really learned to control it,” you suggested. It convinced the dark haired girl enough because she turned back to her gym locker to continue what she was previously doing. You did as well, opening your locker you looked in the small mirror you had attached to the door. Examining your face slightly, your eyes glowed once more, this time something in your mind snapped. You flung your body around, staring at the door.

“Erica.”

Allison looked at you once more, “What?” She questioned. She never got an answer, you had already sprinted out the door. Allison called for you, following you down the hallway.

“Scott!” You screamed noticing his figure just barely before he disappeared into the dark gym. You followed him, feet slamming heavily on the gym floor. The sound of others rushing towards you guys could be heard as Scott caught Erica just before she hit the ground and you reached her as well, supporting her weight to the best of your ability. She had starting seizing, shaking uncontrollably in Scott’s arms.

“Set her on the ground,” you urged, Scott nodded and hurriedly placed her on the floor as gentle as he could. By now others had joined you, including Allison and Stiles both with worried expressions. “Put her on her side. Put her on her side,” Allison repeated. She looked at both of you, “How’d you guys know?”

The two of you made eye contact both shrugging, “I just felt it,” Scott said and you nodded.

“Boyd.”

It was the next day, in the cafeteria and right now your time was being occupied by Stiles. He had dragged you with him to talk to Boyd, another kid in your class who worked at the ice rink. Currently said spastic boy was trying to get the keys to the rink from Boyd. However, things weren’t going as planned.

“You got the keys?” Stiles asked his body turned half away facing towards the windows of the cafeteria. Boyd stuck his hand out keys dangling making Stiles smile. He grasped the keys from the boy’s hand but to no avail Boyd didn’t release his grip. Confused Stiles tugged again. No progress.

“This isn’t a favor. It’s a transaction,” Boyd reminded.

“Right, yeah,” Stiles replied retrieving his wallet from his pocket, “Absolutely,” he placed a twenty dollar bill on the table. Boyd gave nothing but an unimpressed look, “I said fifty.”

“Really-,” stuttered back Stiles, “I remember twenty. I don’t know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember twenty. I remember that distinctive ‘twa’ sound. Twa-enty.” Boyd cut him off, “I said fifty,” he said firmly.

“With a ‘fa’ sound. Hear the difference? If you can’t, I can demonstrate some other words with the ‘fa’ sound.”

Your head rolled from side to side, “Yes trust me, he remembers,” you concluded with annoyance. You didn’t even care if you actually got the keys or not. You didn’t even want to go, well not now, you did before. Before Stiles had invited Lydia at least. You didn’t mind the red haired girl, or you didn’t hate her that is, but Scott had also invited Allison before hand. Originally, it was just meant to be your four meaning Stiles and you were gonna be the other pair since no doubt Allison and Scott were gonna have one another’s attention. Now that Lydia was invited, you were for sure gonna be the one left out. You weren’t angry at either of the boys or girls, just a little bummed that one of your favorite activities was now going to cause you to be an awkward fifth wheel.

Stiles blinked rapidly, “No, no, no. I think I’m recalling it now. Maybe I just got it confused with forty.” He slowly placed another twenty on the table. You could practically feel your eyes roll into the back of your head ‘this was getting to be too idiotic’ you thought. Boyd stayed silence, slowly putting a Dorito in his mouth causing you to snort. Boyd smirked pushing the bag towards you and you gladly took one. Giving him a slight nod, you leaned back in your chair to finish watching the train wreck in front of you. Stiles let out a defeated huff, “Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap Jeep that I drive?”

“Have you seen the piece of crap bus that I take,” Boyd countered effortlessly.

You reached into your bag and quickly grabbed a ten dollar bill from the side pocket, “Here, I’m growing bored of this back and forth your trying to pull with him,” you said to Stiles sliding the cash across the table. Boyd smiled wide, reaching out once more keys in hand, this time Stiles needed no effort to take them from his hand. Cocking an eyebrow over at you he stood from his seat, “What’s your problem?”

“Sorry, I’m not exactly excited to be a fifth wheel,” you snarked before looking back at Boyd, “Thank you, you’re the best. Sorry about him.” The boy acknowledged your statement before returning to his act of eating.

“What do you mean ‘fifth wheel’,” Stiles questioned confused. You scoffed at him, “I mean exactly what I said,” you gestured your hand back towards your usual table, “you invited Lydia. Scott, Allison, Lydia, you,” you counted on your hand then motioned to yourself, “Fifth wheel.”

He mocked your scoff, “Oh, please, you’re not going to be a fifth wheel.” He wrapped his arm around you, “You’re our girl, you know that. We’re never just gonna leave you out.” You rolled your eyes, “Maybe not intentionally but Scott’s like a lost puppy dog around Allison and you’re no better when it comes to Lydia.” You saw a slight smirk rise onto the boy’s face, he tilted his head towards you, “We’ll if you’re that jealous we could always invite Jackson to keep you company.”

Disgusted, you made a face, “Ew gross, I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with Jackson especially not by choice.” He hummed, “You’re not denying that you’re jealous.”

You jabbed his gut causing him to recoil slightly, “I’m not jealous. Why is that even the first thing that comes to your mind? What, are you trying to make me jealous, Stilinski? Have all these years you harbored a crush on me, huh?” You teased, “Are you in love with me, Stiles?” He jumped back, “Don’t you even start with me, no, to all of that,” he waved his hands motioning to your figure.

“Wow didn’t realize I was that ugly,” by now you had reached where Scott was sitting, taking his apple you bit into while you listened to Stiles ramble, “THAT is NOT what I meant and you know it.” You assumed Scott had been listening in on the whole discussion since he was wearing an amuse look on his face. Stiles had sat across from you two, pointing at you like a disappointed parent, “Got em’,” he finally concluded placing the keys onto the table, “Pick you up right after work tonight and we’ll meet at the rink, cool?” Scott’s attention was already caught somewhere else and so was yours.

As if it was a whole different person, Erica strutted through the cafeteria wearing an outfit you would’ve never even considered that she owned. Her hair was done and her makeup as well. She made her way to a table where sat two random boys as she reached over and grabbed one of their apples, biting into it. Her dark red lipstick smeared slightly and she wasted no time wiping it away with a sultry smirk.

“What,” Lydia had joined her hands lightly slapping on your table, “the holy hell is that?”

“It’s Erica.”

You three never even had to look at each other before you dashed into the hallway together, jumping down the stairs and out the doors you find her once more but this time she was with someone. Derek. She was getting into Derek’s car, staring you down as if she was some kind of Bond villain. Once she was fully in the car, Derek sped away. You and Stiles both just sighed as your shoulders dropped, while Scott’s jaw tighten.

“Well now there’s three,” you remarked monotonously.

After school you had joined Scott at his work. While you didn’t work there, you often joined him on his shifts, thankfully early on Scott had gotten Deaton (his boss) to agree to it. Provided that you of course didn’t mess with anything, which you never did. It was just a great way to make sure Scott’s homework would actually get finished, plus it gave you somewhere to be instead of just home alone.

When Peter was alive, Scott had gotten shot and Deaton had taken care of it, he had also kept Peter from taking Scott. To this day you and Scott still don’t understand what exactly happened. How exactly Deaton knows about how to heal Scott. Actually, when you found out that Deaton knew something about the supernatural, he was your first choice to ask about what’s going on with you. You just never found a good time to ask, hence why you ended up asking Derek. Scott has also been trying to have a talk with Deaton about everything, which is where you are right now.

“Hey Doc.”

Deaton turned to face Scott. “When are we gonna talk about… the thing that we never got a chance to talk about?”

“Ah, yes. We never did get a chance to talk about that, did we?” You perked up, trying to listen to the quiet conversation going on across the room. Scott shook his head in response to Deaton’s question.

“Now is definitely a good time.”

“Thank God.”

“What do you think? Two dollars?” You tilted your head, what the hell? Apparently you weren’t the only the only one thrown off by the statement. Scott’s eyebrows scrunched together slightly, “Two dollars?”

“Ah you’re right, two-fifty more a hour. It seems like a pretty good raise.” You sighed, apparently now wasn’t a good time to talk about what you two actually wanted to know.

“That’s not exactly what I was… wait two-fifty more a hour?” Scott was cut off guard by the offer, “Done, don’t forget to clean up the cat cages.” Deaton shook his hand and left the room before Scott could come to terms with what just happened.

“Damn, he just cleaned your clock, you know that right?”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, “Nevermind.”

After Scott had finished his shift, Stiles arrived to pick you both up. You were on your way to the ice rink now, you were also still grumbling and whining in the back seat as he was driving. He looked at you from the rear view mirror and Scott twisted back to see you as well, they both laughed at your small fit you were in the process of throwing.

“Come on, Y/N. It won’t be that bad, we’re not gonna leave you out,” Scott reassured tapping your knee as you turned up your nose at them.

“Yeah, brighten up, plus we could still call Jackson to come hang out with you, if you want,” Stiles laughed.

You moaned, “No, absolutely not.”

Scott had glanced at Stiles slightly, had you been paying attention you would’ve seen the sly look they exchanged before Scott turned towards you once more, “Are you sure you’re not jealous?” You felt yourself choke on air, clearing your throat you said, “Why would I be?” Scott shrugged, “I don’t know, you didn’t have a problem with this idea until Lydia was invited. Maybe you wanted Stiles all to yourself.” You snapped your head down from looking at the ceiling to now both boys and you saw the cocky smirks they were both wearing. You scoffed and kicked both their seats, “Bite me.”

“Hey, what did Roscoe do to you?”

To be honest, this isn’t the first time you three have had this back forth (all joking of course), since Melissa has had you for so long she’s always treated you and Scott like you two were siblings. Stiles on the other hand, wasn’t allow in your room because he was a boy. Melissa had always given him a slight look when he would get too close as well. Those two things eventually dissipated and became less of a concern as you both got older. The inside joke between you three, did not unfortunately. After Scott had found out about your slightly different rules when it came to Stiles, you were teased tremendously for supposedly having a crush on the boy. Every time brought both boys pain to the gut.

You three arrived at the ice rink, Scott leaving and holding his door opened for you as Stiles came around the side to join you. Allison and Lydia had shown up already waiting for you. The boys went to unlock the doors as you follow close behind, when they finally got them unlocked they turned to you both playfully biting each side of your shoulders.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?”

“You said to bite you,” they synced.

The girls walked up, Allison reaching for Scott and Lydia barely acknowledging Stiles before walking past you both. You gave him a pointed and mocking look, he gave you a push before closing the doors and you both made your ways towards the rink.

You sat down in the bleachers, little bit away from where Lydia and Stiles were currently sitting. You know they were talking but quite frank you couldn’t really hear them. You had brought yourself a book because even though your best friends spent the whole day stressing that you wouldn’t be sidelined, you knew them way better than they thought you did. You glanced at your phone and debated on maybe calling someone to pick you up, but who would you even call?

Jackson? Absolutely not, even if you did, he wouldn’t come get you and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from punching him in the face if he did.

Danny? No, you didn’t want to bother the poor boy.

Matt? No way in hell, he gave you the absolute creeps.

Isaac? Now that, was a maybe, however the boy was in the wind. You didn’t even know if he had his phone or if he would even pick up. You haven’t spoken since that night at the police station and considering Erica’s behavior you were skeptical that the Isaac you knew would be the one to show up.

You sighed, placing your phone back next to you, with your hands at your cheeks and elbows on your knees, you watched Scott and Allison walk off towards the rink. Eventually so did the silent pair that was on your other side. Deciding it was best to just suck it up, you got off the bench and stepped onto the ice. It was one of your favorite activities after all. You twirled and skated, playfully messing around in the corner while the other four did their thing, all in their own worlds. That is, until you heard a scream. It was truly deafening, terrifying, unlike anything you had ever heard before. You placed your feet in stopping position and scanned to find the owner of the scream, only to find Lydia on her hands and knees screeching at the ice below her.

You all make your way towards her, inquiring on if she was alright, searching for any sign that something was wrong but nothing. All that could be done was Stiles holding her while she whaled.

The next morning at school, you were leaving class. You kind have been avoiding Stiles and Scott today, only talking to them this morning while on the way to school. You didn’t realize it before but you were more hurt by being left alone than you thought. After what happened with Lydia you guys all decided it was time to leave and when you got home, you quietly made your way to your room mentioning to Scott about just being tired. You had laid in bed for a couple hours wide awake, just thinking.

Were you jealous? No, you couldn’t be, despite the jokes, you didn’t actually like Stiles nor Scott like that.

After you had pondered for a little bit, you had found your answer.

Were you scared? Maybe. But scared of what?

...

Being replaced.

For the longest time, it was just Scott, Stiles and you. The trio. Always together, always there for each other. You did everything together and sure you knew eventually you would find partners and maybe other friends but it never dawned on you that if the boys each found someone, you would possibly be fazed out. You knew they would never intentionally do anything to push you away but that didn’t stop your worrying.

Your thoughts were cut off by a slam to the lockers. You turned the corner to see Erica backing up Scott against the lockers. Allison was in the distance too, she was witnessing everything. You didn’t know what exactly was happening but you knew that it was nothing good. You marched towards the two, grabbing Erica’s shoulder.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Erica finished her sentence to Scott, he gripped her wrist and pulled her off of him. She snarled at you before turning her back away from you.

“I’ll tell Isaac you said hi.”

You felt yourself falter, Scott noticed that your whole demeanor changed as well. He looked down and grabbed your hand squeezing it.

“I haven’t seen you today, we haven’t seen you,” he clarified. You took a shallow breath, “Yeah just had a lot on my mind.” He kept his gaze on you, “Is it about Isaac?”

You shook your head.

“Is it about the ice rink?”

You hesitated, before slowly nodding. Scott sighed, before pulling you off to the side, “We weren’t kidding when we said you’re not a fifth wheel.”

“I know, it’s not really that,” you mumbled, staring at your feet.

“Then what’s the matter?” You shrugged, swaying like a child before mumbling your answer once more, “I just kind of feel like I’m being replaced.” Scott was taken aback by your answer, he had no clue what to say. There was an odd silence in the air for a little while before Scott finally figured out what he wanted to say, “What made you feel like that?”

All you could do was shrugged once more. Talking about this was so hard. You finally sighed, “Okay, before I start, I’m gonna say this once and only once. No, I don’t have a crush on Stiles. Look honestly it’s just the fact that he’s trying to integrate her to be a part of us. I know it sounds silly but it’s true. It’s completely different with Allison, she’s your girlfriend, plus I’ve never had any problems with her. Lydia’s just I don’t know, she’s not awful, definitely better than Jackson. I guess since she’s not Stiles’ girlfriend, I get annoyed because with you two it’s different. You guys are DATING, of course I expect you guys to be in your own world but Stiles… she doesn’t even acknowledge him half the time so I know all his attention is going to be him trying to get hers. At least if they were dating it would be the same situation but it’s not. He’s-.”

“Okay, okay, hey look at me. Calm down, at this rate you're gonna make the lockers fly off the wall,” Scott joked holding your hands.

You wiped the tears that you hadn’t even realized had been falling, “Sorry.” Scott moved his hands to your shoulders, “Don’t be sorry, now what were you going to say?”

You took a deep breath, “He’s supposed to be my single buddy, you know, the friend that becomes your pair when the other starts dating someone. I guess in the end, I don’t really feel like you’re trying to replace me but Stiles is.”

“No, no, no, look I know I don’t need to say it but I’m going to, we’re not trying to replace you. Y/N, you’re our best friend, we’re family. Nothing and I mean nothing, could ever replace the bonds we share with you.”

Hearing that made you feel so much lighter, you know deep down you were being kind of ridiculous but maybe to keep you from imploding you just needed to hear that. That you were important.

“You’re right.”

“And I’m gonna talk to Stiles.” Your eyes widened, “What, no! Don’t do that, it’s fine!”

“Too late. Now come on let’s go to lunch.”

Scott had that goofy grin, that grin that says ‘I’ve got everything planned.’ “Also, you didn’t need to say that you didn’t have a crush on Stiles. I know you only have eyes on Isaac.” That caught you off guard, you choked on air, your head shooting up to look at Scott who just had that stupid smug smile on his face.

“Shut up.”

“It’s true! Even before all this happened, I remember when you two got assigned for that project together. You wouldn’t stop talking about it and you would mention him one too many times for it just to be because you had a project together.” You felt like your heart was gonna beat out of your chest. You knew that he knew but you didn’t know that he knew all that.

“Is it that obvious?” You said meakly.

During lunch, Stiles had rushed in to point out that Boyd was missing from school today, meaning Derek had gotten to him. That’s what you were dealing with now, the game plan. It was already after school and Scott was sending Stiles to Boyd’s house. He was also trying to send you as well but you wouldn’t budge, not when there was a chance to see Isaac. To see him okay.

“If he’s not home you call me, got it?” Scott instructed as you three headed down the hallway.

Stiles had slow his pace which Scott noticed immediately, “What?”

“Maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know? You said Derek’s giving them a choice, right?”

Scott grabbed his shoulder pulling him down the hallway, you trailing right behind them, “We can’t.”

“You got to admit, Erica looks pretty good. The word 'sensational' comes to mind.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, because she was basically manipulated into believing that this would fix all her problems. Sure she heard what Derek warned her about but I can guarantee she wasn’t listening. Big difference. I would put money on it that Derek is brushing it off like he did with Scott ‘If you listen to me, you’ll be fine.’ He won’t give them answers just false security.”

“How do you think she’s gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head,” Scott argued as well.

Stiles took both your comments to heart, “Alright, all I’m saying is maybe this one, isn’t totally your responsibility.”

“They are,” Scott disagreed, “You know this thing is gonna get out of control and that makes me responsible.”

“Not to mention, could we live with ourselves if something happened to them, knowing we could have possibly helped them?” You added.

Stiles’ hands clapped to his sides, “Alright, I’m with you guys. And I also got to say this newfound heroism in you two is making me very attracted to you.”

You and Scott scoffed, “Shut up.”

“No, seriously. Do you want to just try making out for a second? We could take turns,” he suggested gesturing to you three as you pushed him away, “Just to see how it feels.”

“How about I take my fist to your face so you can see how that feels?”

Scott and you had reached the ice rink to see Boyd finishing out his shift. You had hurried closer, calling to him to get his attention.

“Boyd!”

“We just want to talk,” you pleaded.

At the sound of your voice, Boyd’s head had tilted up towards you.

“Hey, come on, Boyd, please,” Scott begged, “Did Derek tell you everything? And I don’t just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything.” Boyd had shut down the machine he was using, “He told me about the hunters.”

“And that’s not enough for you to say no,” you asked. Scott continued your point, “Whatever you want, there’s other ways to get it.”

“I just want to not eat lunch alone everyday.” His statement froze you, you hadn’t considered something like that but still.. this wasn’t the best way.

“Trust us, Boyd, if you’re looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek,” you said.

“That really hurts, Y/N.” Derek. Of course he was here. Scott had turned around making sure you were behind him but that didn’t stop you from seeing him.

Isaac. He was okay, well at least you thought so. You were right though, he definitely wasn’t the same boy from before. Now, he not only dressed differently but he wore a different expression entirely. The sweet smile you adored was gone, replaced with a smug smile. “I mean if you’re gonna review me at least take a consensus,” Derek motioned to the two teenagers beside him.

“Erica, how’s life been for you since we met?”

“In a word… transformative,” She roared, literally. You and Scott adjusted your stances already seeing where this was going.

“Isaac?”

“Well, I’m a little bummed about be a fugitive but other than that, I’m great.”

You scoffed, “Let me add to that. Did dear old Derek tell you the whole reason Scott is in this mess, the whole reason all of us are in this mess, is because of his family.” You had moved next to Scott by now, pointing at Derek, “Did he tell you that the only reason he’s an alpha is because he decided to be a selfish prick and slash his own uncle’s throat? Even after he said he wouldn’t for Scott’s sake?” Your rant had caused an awkward feeling to fall in the room. The two teenagers clearly looked slightly uncomfortable at the new information, Derek had cleared his throat before staring back at Scott. You crossed your arms, looking at Scott before facing the newly formed pack, “I guess he didn’t. Hm, interesting, don’t you think?”

Scott had taken a few steps forward, “Okay, hold on. This isn’t exactly a fair fight.”

“Then go home, Scott,” Derek smiled.

With a growl, Scott had punched the ice denting the surface, “I meant fair for them.”

Isaac and Erica had no problem advancing towards Scott. He had taken your arm and quickly moved you closer to the machine and Boyd, out of the way and safe. Scott turned and without any effort flung Isaac across the rink, moving on to slam Erica into the side of the ice rink machine. That didn’t stop the two from getting back up and trying again. They had actually had a second where they got the upper hand, pushing him in between them before Isaac flung him away just like Scott had.

“Isaac, stop! Leave him alone!” He ignored you, his focus completely on Scott. It didn’t matter, Scott beat them down again and again, until they finally stayed down.

“Don’t you get it? He’s not doing this for you, he’s just adding to his own power, okay? It’s all about him. He’s makes you feel like he’s giving you some kind of gift, when all he’s done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!” Scott yelled, slinging them across the ice and back to Derek. They laid there in shock of what Scott had just done all by himself.

“It’s true. It is about power.” Derek started making his way towards Scott now, transforming, his eyes glowing that blood red and fangs growing. He slashed at Scott, punched, kicked, beaten down your best friend. You couldn’t believe your eyes, it was brutal, it made you shake out of fear for the boy. You had to do something but you didn’t know what. All you knew was that you were afraid, afraid of what might happen if you didn’t do something. You glanced at Isaac and Erica, still sitting on the floor their attention now switching from Derek to you. You could see it in Isaac’s eyes, he knew you were gonna do something.

“Y/N, No!”

You ran as fast as you could on the ice, reached for Derek’s hand before he could slash at Scott again but it was useless. He threw you like trash, away from them. You landed with a loud crash and a groan from pain. You heard your name being called from a few different sources but you couldn’t tell. Everything got fuzzy. Only it wasn’t from the throw it was like from before, with Lydia. Your senses were basically rendered useless, you couldn’t hear anything and everyone looked slightly blurry. You knew they were looking at you though, you knew they could see it.

Your eyes glowing.

Before Derek could notice you, before he could stop you, you picked your head up and that’s when your sense came back. Heighten, stronger and clearer than ever.

“Get away from him!”

You slammed your hands on the ice, causing it to ripple like it was water, it traveled towards Derek knocking him off his position on Scott’s throat. He fell to the floor and an energy pushed him into the ice by his throat, almost like someone was stepping on his now. The ice cracked underneath him but you didn’t care. You rushed to Scott putting his head in your lap.

“Scott are you okay?” He lightly nodded, coughing up some more blood. By now Derek had risen up, staring at you in shock. You shot him a glare, “Leave, or I’ll do it again. And this time, I won’t stop.” Derek had slowly backed away going to his two new betas, who were now staring at you. Erica try to tend to Derek but he just brushed her off, Isaac on the other hand, he kept staring at you even when Derek tried to guide him out. You couldn’t tell if he was concerned for you or scared of you. Boyd had gotten down from where he was sitting getting ready to join the others.

“Boyd, please don’t, we don’t want to see you get hurt,” you pleaded one last time.

“You don’t want to be like them,” Scott warned

“You’re right,” Boyd lifted his shirt, revealing his bite, “I want to be like you.”

You had gotten Scott back to the clinic where he was worrying about his wounds from Derek, “Why aren’t you healing?” You shrugged even though he was mainly talking to himself, you rounded the corner to see a guy on the table, slashed.

“It’s from an alpha,” Deaton said coming from the shadows, “I think maybe we better have that talk now.”

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How To Woo A Hot Principal

Step 14: Meet The Parents

Summary: Working at the Weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

I'm simply a slut for comforting insecure Larissa, sue me. 🦐✨

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Chapter 13

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You had awoken the next morning to a rather lovely little vase of flowers and a handwritten note. The note smelled like Larissa (yes you sniffed it). The small bouquet contained white tulips, white orchids and some lilies of the valley. If you had been versed in the language of the flowers you would’ve known that they symbolized rebirth, sincere apology and forgiveness. However, since you knew absolutely fucking nothing about the language of flowers you simply thought they reminded you of her hair and general elegance.

Darling, I truly can’t thank you enough for your forgiveness and kindness. I will do everything I can to do right by you. I cannot express how much you mean to me

Yours LW

The heartfelt note had made you rather embarrassingly, giggle and kick your feet. You had all but skipped your way to your appointment with Vlad. He had taken one look at you all smiles and sunshine before rolling his eyes and snorting.

You had spent the morning being what Vlad called an ‘insufferable lovestruck puppy’ which you took as a compliment. You had been sitting in the quad reading a book Dr. Kinbott had recommended for you when Yoko appeared in front of you.

“So you live here now huh?” She remarks.

“I guess so, which means you’re stuck with me,” you joke, closing your book to give her your full attention.

“So… it’s parents weekend this weekend.” She says.

“Oh, that’s cool. Will your parents be attending?”

“My dad will be here yeah, and you’ll definitely meet him. That’s not what this is about.” She explains, “It’s Enid, her parents are weird about her not wolfing out and she’s going to need some like adult support.”

“I’m not certain I count as a proper adult-“

“And she looks up to you and Weems, probably because you’re the only adult queers she knows. And since you two have made up and are together again-“

“Hold on we’re not- I mean we did make up but it’s-it’s a bit more complicated tha-“

“So when her parents inevitably fuck up and make her upset I would really appreciate it if you two would just offer her some support.”

“I-well I mean I-I can see what I can d-“

“Perfect! Thanks queen,” she grinned before getting up and leaving you sitting there rather confused.

Of course, you would give Enid your full support, it was the least she deserved. But you weren’t sure what you and Larissa even were at the moment and didn’t really want to rush into anything. But you resolved that you would at least mention it to her when you saw her. Knowing her motherly care for the young werewolf she’d probably be down to help her out in any way she could.

The mention of parents had made you think of yours, despite your deep inner desire to ignore that rather large problem that needed to be sorted. You had so many questions. And frankly weren’t sure if you even wanted the answers. You knew at some point you’d have to talk to them, maybe even see them. You really would be much happier if you could simply…not do any of that. You already had your issues with them, never mind the fact that they definitely knew you were and vampire and almost definitely did something to make you appear more human.

You’re broken from that particularly fun little spiral of sadness when Larissa appears next to you, sitting down and handing you a cute lil sandwich. You quickly forget all about your crappy parental relationship and instead focus on having a nice time with Larissa.

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Parents' weekend arrived faster than you expected.

You had shared lunch with Larissa almost every day, which was making you far more giddy than it should. You cherished every moment you got with her. She had been rather stressed out with the planning and organizing. But she met you every day for lunch, and you would chat about everything and nothing and you felt your heart healing bit by bit each day.

You were currently standing in the quad, watching as parents arrived and went to see their kids. It was really rather heartwarming, seeing so many kids (most of whom you knew on some level) chatting with their parents and actually being listened to. There were those who seemed rather pissed their parents were there or those who were sitting with friends and their families. You were keeping an eye on Enid, glancing over at her every now and again to make sure she was doing okay after Yoko’s ominous warning. She seemed alright for now but you could tell having her parents around was stressing her out a bit.

“Are you a part of the staff here?” A voice asked from your side.

You just about fell the fuck over out of fright, turning to see who had snuck up on you. It was a woman dressed in a figure-hugging black dress with long dark hair. The dark look was completed with almost plum-colored lipstick. Honestly, she pulled it off in a way you weren’t sure many could.

“Oh uh…no I’m not a teacher here.” You answered.

“Then I suppose you’re a parent…?”

“Oh uhm no, no I’m not a parent. It’s uh- well the story of my being here is rather complicated…”

Honestly, you had no idea how to explain to this woman why you were staying at Nevermore. You weren’t sure simply saying ‘I was attacked in the woods and brought back here to recover’ would make much sense or not be met with a thousand other questions. And honestly, you weren’t sure Larissa wanted you advertising why you were there either.

You’re saved from having to explain further when Larissa stepped up to the podium to make her welcoming speech. She’s truly mesmerizing when she speaks. And she looks fucking gorgeous as always. You’re almost certain you’re staring at her like a love-sick puppy, again. She finishes her speech (you didn’t take in one word from it) and glances at you, sending you a small smile. You send a small wave back, beaming and feeling your heart skip a beat.

“Ah…I see.” You hear from the woman next to you.

“Oh no I mean it’s-it’s not like that! I mean it. Well, it is but it’s- you know it’s complicated and-“ you try to explain, not wanting to start rumours or fuck up Larissa’s image.

“It’s alright dear,” she chuckles, reaching out and squeezing your arm, “I’m gla-“

She’s cut off as her head snaps back, her grip on your arm tightening slightly. She stays like that for a few seconds before she relaxes, her gaze coming back to you. You notice she’s now grinning at you and you can’t help but feel slightly uneasy.

“I-are you alright?” You ask.

“Absolutely fine dear,” she smiles, “and you and I have a lot to talk about, particularly regarding a certain white-haired principal.”

——

Larissa was stressed.

Parents' weekend was usually a tense affair, with the insane amounts of organizing needed to make sure it ran smoothly. Not to mention the countless meetings she ended up having with parents of families, varying from simple check-ins to rather difficult talks regarding the students' behaviour.

However, none of this caused half as much stress as seeing you standing with Morticia Addams. She was sure she was overreacting, Morticia had no way of knowing the two of you were…well whatever you two were. And even if she did it wasn’t like she would say anything that would intentionally harm your recovering relationship.

Unintentionally though…

Larissa had been swept into parent meetings since her opening speech. She had a meeting with the Addams next and was quite frankly dreading it. She slumped forward in her seat resting her head in her hands as she sighed. Wednesday on her own was a headache to deal with (she would never admit how deeply the girl had wormed her way into her heart). Now she would have to suggest not only to her but to her parents that they go for family counseling. God her work was cut out for her.

As her office doors opened she straightened up in her chair, squaring her shoulders and putting on her warmest smile. Her carefully crafted expression falters when she notices you being dragged in by Morticia who seems to be halfway through telling you something she prays isn’t about her.

When you glance up at her and shoot her a shy smile her heart flutters and her anxiety calms a little. She gestures for the family to sit, eye twitching when Morticia squeezes your shoulder and whispers something in your ear.

She’s further confused when Morticia asks you to stay, earning a rather loud sigh from Wednesday. You turn to Larissa, silently asking if you should go, looking just as confused as she feels. She nods, gesturing to an open chair against the wall.

The meeting goes about as smoothly as Larissa could’ve expected. Wednesday at least keeps her sarcastic, cutting remarks to a minimum. Morticia makes her usual teasing remarks, even going so far as to call her a ‘stately sequoia tree’. She swears she heard you muttering something about climbing her like a tree and nearly choked on her own breath, barely managing to keep her face from blushing bright red.

Eventually, the Addams leave. Not before Morticia comments over her shoulder something along the lines of ‘you two love birds enjoy yourselves.’ When her office doors finally shut she groans, covering her face with her hands.

You stand, quietly making your way behind her and resting your hands on her shoulders and pressing a kiss to her head. You gently massage her shoulders, face flushing at the bordering-on obscene moan she lets out.

“Long day?” You ask softly.

“Mmmm…” she hums, melting into your touch.

The two of you stay in silence for a while, with Larissa relaxing a bit more with each press of your thumbs into her shoulders. Eventually, she straightens up again, dropping her hands into her lap. You press one last kiss to the back of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the feeling. You then squeeze her shoulders one last time before moving to sit on the edge of her desk, smiling softly down at her. She fidgets with her bracelet, staring very intently down at her desk.

“Did you uhm…have an interesting chat with Morticia?” She asks gingerly.

“Mmm,” you hum, “she was regaling me with stories of your shared time at Nevermore.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah! She was quite nostalgic about it all. She was telling me about how you two shared a room and got up to ‘many daring activities’ as she put it.”

She groans, once again opting to cover her face with her hands.

“She did uhm…she did tell me you’re a shapeshifter.” You murmur.

Your heart breaks at the way she stiffens at that, still not looking anywhere near you. She clears her throat, going to say something before clenching her hands into fists on her lap.

“Is…is there someone you wish for me to change into?” She asks, in a voice that’s so small and hurt.

“I what? Why would I-” You stutter.

“I…most people when they find out about…about my abilities…they. Most people want me to turn into someone else…someone…better.”

She whispers the last part.

You blink at her. And then you blink again.

“…who….who in the fuck said that to you?” You ask, anger seeping into your voice.

She doesn’t say anything, simply shrugging and refusing to meet your eye. You have to take a moment to calm yourself down so you don’t take out your anger on Larissa. You take a deep breath and she starts to apologize in a watery voice when you stop her.

“Larissa I don’t know your middle name Weems,” you start, moving to sit on her lap and cradle her face in your hands, “there is absolutely no one on the face of this planet- no one in this goddamn universe who could ever be better than you. I-I can’t even begin to explain. You’re like…some fucking celestial being brought to earth to make it a better place. You’re-you’re brilliant Larissa. You’re - words can’t describe how utterly impeccable you are. I don’t understand- I could never want anyone but you, just as you are.”

You brush your thumbs over her cheeks, eyes lovingly tracing over her features. You notice her eyes welling up with tears, giving her a gentle, loving smile.

“I-I don’t understand…” she whispers.

“I know my one little speech won’t change your mind. Now when it sounds like so many fucking assholes-“ you cut yourself off, taking a breath to calm yourself. “And I know that-I know you and I are in a strange place right now but that doesn’t change the fact that you are far more than just enough, just as you are. And I will spend every moment I have by your side helping you see that. I-if you’ll let me.”

She stares up at you, tears staining her cheeks as she gapes up at you with wide eyes. You gently wipe her tears away. She wraps her arms around your waist, hands clutching at your back. You can feel the way she’s trembling, the subtle shake of her hands as they press into your back and pull you towards her. You press a kiss to her forehead, and then another to her nose before you lean down to hover with your lips practically touching hers.

You stay there, staring into her eyes and glancing down at her lips every so often. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you’re almost certain Larissa can feel it. It almost feels like the first time the two of you kissed all over again. You’re about to finally close the distance, finally kiss her-

And then Larissa’s office doors are being opened and none other than Morticia is walking through them. The two of you barely have enough time to lean apart from each other when Morticia smirks so fucking smugly at the sight of you two.

“Oh, how glad I am to see the two lovebirds back together.” She smiles, before promptly leaving the room just as quickly as she entered.

Silence permeates the room after the door clicks shut. You turn back to look at Larissa, a smile tugging at your lips upon seeing her flushed cheeks. When the two of you lock eyes you can’t help the giggle that rises in your throat. Larissa soon follows suit, the sound of your combined laughter filling the room. Eventually, you both calm down leaving you both smiling at each other.

“C'mon pretty lady,” you hum standing up from her lap and holding out your hands for her, “we should go make sure the school didn’t burn down while we were talking.”

“Don’t even joke about that. Anything is possible with this year's students.” She snorts, wiping her eyes one last time as she stands.

You take her hand in yours leading her to the door with a smile on your face. And so the two of you leave her office, hand in hand, ready to face whatever comes your way.

—-

Turns out what came your way was far more manageable than you had thought.

There was the entire debacle of Wednesday's father being arrested for a decades-old murder case. And then Wednesday and Morticia joined him in the town's jail for grave robbing. Larissa hadn’t found the whole thing half as funny as you had but had, reluctantly, agreed to badger Sheriff Galpin into letting Wednesday and Morticia go. Which in turn led to Gomez having his name cleared. So all in all a manageable affair.

Other than that the weekend had gone smoothly. Enid had come to you and Larissa on Sunday while you were having lunch in her office, a little teary-eyed and apologetic for interrupting you two. You both rushed to assure her she was never a bother and listened as she told you about how her mother kept pressuring her to ‘wolf out’ and suggested a werewolf-conversion therapy camp (you had honestly wanted to go fight the poor girl's mother, mayhaps even bite her for good measure.) But Enid had explained how she stood up for herself, earning much praise from both of you. She spent the rest of the lunch with you both, sharing the hot gossip that had been happening.

So really, all in all, the weekend had been quite a success. This was why you and Larissa were in town today, grabbing some celebratory hot cocoa from the Weathervane. You had just finished catching up with James (Tyler was strangely nowhere in sight when you arrived). You picked up both of your hot cocoas as you had decided to take them to go so that you could take a stroll around town.

You were walking arm in arm with Larissa, telling her about something James had told you when you heard your name being called from behind you. You stop dead in your tracks, your heart dropping into your stomach. Larissa turns to look over her shoulder, glancing at you as she does, concern marring her features.

You know that voice. You had fucking hoped you’d never hear that voice again in your life if you were particularly lucky. You take a deep shuddering breath, taking a moment to center yourself before turning around. And there he stands. The man you’d hoped to fuck would just leave you the fuck alone.

“Hi dad.”

#htwahp #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #principal weems

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nockfellblues · 11 months

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Alucard with a partner who is a werewolf <3

Hell yeahhh- ugh the way this prompt reached out and grabbed me by the throat?? I love this concept so muchhh

Just headcanons written with as xreader this time around, hope you don’t mind!

Warnings: none!

First meeting and early interactions are probably a lot of calling you “mutt,” “Dog,” “Whelp,” and “Mongrel.”

Absolutely will try to pick physical fights- Alucard lives for a worthy opponent and finds a good fight to be genuinely fun. Probably the best bonding experience you could have, tbh.

Definitely doesn’t accidentally start to track the moon phases for you. Completely coincidental that he is always available on the night of a full moon and the day after.

Loves your teeth! Alucard will straight up tell you they are cute- Maybe a little hot, too. Especially if you’re mad.

Really leans into playfully teasing about petting- but loves to actually pet your hair and head as a form of affectionate touch.

Also really leans into pet-play when it comes to *ahem* private time lmao Biting? He loves it. Draw blood? Even better. Claws out? Hell yeah, sink them into his back, please.

Definitely loves when you sit on the floor besides his chair and lean your head on his knee- He’ll gently run his fingers through your hair as you talk or just exist quietly together.

Always present when the moon is full and your transformation takes over. Helps you exorcise all of that pent-up energy and blood-lust- and whatever else you might need, of course. Tries his best to keep you out of trouble, but will let you run a little rampant if its entertaining.

Provides much-needed care the day after- a long lazy day of rest, good food and drink, and whatever words of comfort or affirmation you need to hear(albeit a lot less sugar-coated than you might want. He’s here for you loving every aspect of yourself including the ‘monsterous’ ones).

Loves being paired with you on assignments for the Hellsing organization- affectionally calls it “Play time,” and is an absolute menace about stealing kills and generally messing with you- Not in a way that jeopardizes the mission, but just enough to give it a playful edge; Alucard knows when to get serious and when there’s enough of a power imbalance to allow for some extra fun.

Affectionate nicknames include: “Love,” “My sweet,” “Moon-child,” “Beloved,” “My Moon.” Will revert to calling you things like “Whelp,” or “pup,” if you’re having words or you’re being a brat.

Definitely don’t let him hear someone else call you anything derogatory though. He’s quietly protective of you. More often than not he will simply loom in that menacing way he’s so good at until whoever opened their big mouth gets the hint and apologizes. Egregious affronts are usually met with threats and whatever small-time violence he can get away with(Integra might let him get away with more if you’re also on her good side. You probably are. She seems like a dog person lmao). If they’re an enemy, he’s more than willing to string them up and let you toy with them if you want, but they’re definitely going to die afterwards.

Woof, Alucard just makes my brain go to jellyyyy 😩🔥 Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for requesting ;u;✨💕

#Hellsing #hellsing fanfiction #alucard x reader #Hellsing x reader #my writing #do you think the oncoming moon would affect a wherewolfs natural scent?#just a thought

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adriennebarnes · 1 year

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Government Name

Masterlist

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Hispanic!Reader

Summary: Y/N decides to call Xavier by his real name instead of the nicknames she gave him. Since this takes place in the same universe as “there’s a frog in my hand” and “say it back”, Y/N is still a magic a healer.

Warning: Boyfriend!Xavier, pouty Xavier

The day started out normal, Y/N and Xavier were in his art shed, Xavier decided to give Y/N art lessons.

“Your brush strokes need to be more precise, okay? Like this.” Xavier said, wrapping his hand around Y/N’s hand that she’s painting with and move her hand to create a precise line on the canvas. “I hate to cut this lesson short but we need to go to class.” Y/N said.

“Alright, alright, whatever the princess says.” Y/N scrunched her nose, “Yeah, I don’t like being called princess, lowkey sounds condescending when anyone but my parents call me that.” “Okay, message received, angel, let’s go.” Xavier said, holding her hand to they can walk together to class. “That’s much better mi flaquito precioso, let’s go.” Y/N said as they walked out of the art shed. Xavier was carrying both their backpacks and when they arrived to class, they sat next to each other.

Xavier was doodling on Y/N’s hand like normal. Everything about their interactions were completely normal until lunchtime. Xavier and Y/N walked together to sit at the lunch table with Enid, Wednesday, Eugene, Ajax, Divina, Kent, Yoko, and Bianca. After the events of the fall semester, they all got closer.

“Y/N, i harvested some honey from my bees to give to you! I know you like to add some when your making dessert.” Eugene says an he hands over a mason jar full of honey to Eugene. “Thank you, little man. Whenever I make picarones, I’ll definitely use this honey.” Y/N said, ruffling Eugene’s hair.

“What are picarones?” Bianca asked, “They are a dessert native to Peru, similar to doughnuts, but they’re thinner.” Wednesday answered. “I could make some one day and we can eat it at lunch.” Y/N said and everyone agreed. They were talking about other stuff and it was all fun until the bell rang and they were saying goodbye (since we only got to see botany class, I’m gonna make Nevermore like St. Vladimir’s, the first half of the school day are regular classes all the students take together, the second half are classes that will help improve their abilities or other classes such as fencing).

“I gotta go to combat class, see you later, Xavier.” Y/N said and kissed his cheek. Enid followed Y/N since she also has combat class, Eugene went to his nature class to see if he can control wild bees as well as he can control his own hive. The other went to fencing, Xavier and Ajax were going to duel, so we’re Wednesday and Bianca, the twins against each other, and Yoko against a werewolf. The other students paired up. “Ready, en garde!” The coach said.

While Xavier and Ajax were dueling m they were talking. “Did you and Y/N have a fight or something?” Ajax asked Xavier. “No man, why would you ask that?” Xavier replied. “She called you by your government name.” Ajax said. Xavier scoffed. “One time, she called me Xavier one time. Besides, she kissed my cheek, I don’t think that qualifies as her being mad. Maybe she was just in a rush.” Xavier said. “Alright fine, I’ll drop it, if she says your government name again though, apologize. Doesn’t matter if you did nothing wrong, doesn’t matter if you don’t know why she’s mad, just apologize.” Ajax said. “Did you do the same thing for Enid?” Xavier asked. “After she found out about the nightshades, yes.”

Meanwhile Enid and Y/N were sparring in their combat class. After going up against the Hyde, Enid thought it would be a good idea to take up hand to hand combat. While they were sparring, they were also having a conversation. “Can’t believe you’re not going to call Xavier pet names for the rest of the day.” Enid said, “Enid, it’s a perfectly harmless joke.” Y/N said. “You said the same thing about not saying I love you to Xavier and I had to hear from Ajax that he was literally this close to crying!” Enid said, using her index finger and thumb 🤏 to indicate how close Xavier was to breaking. “Ooh, I know, mi bebé es tan sensible (my baby is so sensitive). So hopefully calling him by his full name won’t do as much damage.” Y/N said.

As the school day went on, Y/N went to cooking class finger food. When someone cut their hand in class, Y/N immediately gave them her food and their hand healed completely. “Nice job, Y/N, the healing time is definitely getting faster.” Her teacher said. Since Y/N adds magic to the food, the healing doesn’t take effect immediately, but now the more she practices, the healing effects are almost instantaneous when they eat the food. Getting out of class, she decided to go to Xavier’s dorm. Low and behold, Xavier was laying down on hisbed, listening to music.

“Hey, Xavier.” Y/N said. Xavier immediately sat up. “What did you call me?” Xavier asked. “Xavier, that’s your name, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, Xavier got off the bed and grabbed Y/N by her shoulders, and now they are looking each other in the eyes. “I’m sorry, baby.” Xavier said, Y/N titled her head and looked at him in confusion. “What are you sorry for, Xavier?” Y/N asked, testing him to see how far he will go. Xavier stopped seeing as if he had nothing to be sorry for…but now he was thinking he did, great, thank you Ajax. “Well um…the other day I…” Xavier spoke hesitantly and Y/N just nodded her head to signal him to keep going. “I made fun of the telenovela you were watching.” Xavier said.

Y/N nodded interestingly. “Nice try, I’m not mad, Xavier.” Y/N said. “Then why are you calling me by my government? Is this what married men feel like when their wife gives them the silent treatment?” Xavier said. “I mean i wouldn’t know, I can’t possibly tell how you’re feeling, Xavier.” Y/N said. “Angel, stop calling me by my government name! When we started dating, you called me flaquito, Xavi, amor, corazón, cariño, querido, mi vida, mi cielo, what happened to that?” Xavier said.

“The thing is Xavier….” Y/N started and was interrupted by Xavier. “Are you breaking up with me, is that it?” Xavier asked walking away from Y/N. “Oh sweet suffering Jesus, I am not breaking up with you, Xavier! I freaking love you too much to dump you.” Y/N said. “Then why do you keep calling me Xavier?” Xavier asked. Y/N started looking around the room and that’s when a Xavier le cayos el viente, when it hit him finally. “If this is one of those TikTok things, I swear.” Xavier said.

“I’m sorry, mi vida, I just wanted to see how you would react. Usually the other person would call their partner by their full name too so I just wanted to see what would you do.” Y/N said. Xavier hugged her and kissed the top of her head. “You are going to kill me one of these day.” Xavier said. “I’ll heal you before you die though.” Y/N commented and they are now so much better.

Next is Xavier’s revenge, where he pulls a similar prank on Y/N

#xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #xavier thrope imagine #percy hynes white #original character #wednesday #hispanic #hispanic reader #romance #latina #latinx

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bettysupremacy · 2 years

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Battle of the bands

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Requested by: @sydshea thank you so much!! This idea was adorable.

Summary: Eddie and Y/N hate each other, but what happens when they’re forced to see each other daily because of 4 meddling pre-teens?

Warnings: mentions of food and going hungry, cursing, fem! Reader, Max and R are close, some angst, mostly fluff I’d say. Tell me if I missed any!

A/N: i love max mayfield, also, I’m scared to post this.

6.6k words.. I went overboard.

The orange overhead lights reflect down on the dingy bar, buzzing and flickering from old age. It casts shadows on the grime of the establishment, the years of muck Miss Lee can’t wipe away with a wet dish rag. But it’s also what makes this bar so familiar, homelike, with its flaws.

Even so, The Hideout isn’t at peak homeliness right now, not with two indignant voices cutting through the quiet of closing time.

“You’re so full of shit, Munson.”

“I’m full of shit?” He scoffs, “we clearly won that.”

The argument playing out is futile. She won, he didn’t, and he can’t accept it. There’s nothing he can say or do that’ll change it. Most customers have left though, so Eddie doesn’t feel as bad for the public conniption he’s having right now.

“You’re such a sore loser, it hurts to watch.”

“I am not a sore loser-“

“Then what is this, Edward?” She thrusts her hand between them, back and forth, as if the argument will materialize before them. He always hated when she used his full name. “You’re such a great sport that the moment I get off stage you’re demanding my win- my bands win, was a rig?”

He takes a step back. It sounds so cruel coming out of her mouth. And wasn’t he being cruel? Following her around demanding she admit his set, that had significantly less covers, was better then hers. They had never been outright friends, but damn, couldn’t he have just been happy for her?

“No, I-“

Arms wrap around Y/N from the back, squeezing her in childlike glee. She blinks from being pulled out of the argument, not from the unfamiliarity of the arms. She knows who’s warm fidgeting fingers are being pushed Into her stomach.

“You won!” Max’s words come out muffled, face squished into the leather of Y/N’s jacket, but she can still detect the elation in them. It sends waves of warmth through her chest.

This is a rare outing for Max. She had to beg, plead, and bargain with Max to come watch her perform tonight. She refuses to let Eddie Munson ruin this.

She turns in her arms, squishing Max’s cheeks together childishly, watching as Max laughs deep from her chest.

“We won, baby!”

“I could argue with that.”

Her head whips, “Cork it, Munson!”

Max ignores him, arms still wrapped around Y/N’s stomach, chin now digging into the older girls chest.

The wicked smile on Max’s face gives away any secrecy to her schemes. “Can we get celebratory ice cream?”

Y/N yanks on a red pigtail of Max’s. “Who’s paying Maxie?”

“Steve.”

“Oh, then definitely.”

“I heard my name?”

Max is sucked into a conversation with Steve. Quick banter flying back and forth as Max tries to convince Steve that he definitely said he was buying them ice cream earlier.

Y/N notices Eddie from the corner of her eye, grabbing a guitar case, and walking out of The Hideout with the other members of his band. Sad, but none so much as Eddie, they pat backs and mumble reassurances to their oldest member.

Something tugs in her heart. Irritation maybe? But it feels different. There’s more ache and confusion than Irritation. A longing to run out after him and beg for forgiveness.

But what did she have to be sorry for? Winning the local battle of the bands? Doing a better cover of War Pigs than him? No, Eddie could come and apologize on his own time.

“I never said that?”

“Yeah, in the car, while we were passing steel works”

He looks at her unblinking, racking his brain for any sort of memory that backs her up.

“Yeah you did.” Dustin’s voice chimes in, walking up after saying goodbye to Eddie.

Did he really?

“Where were we passing?” He asks skeptical.

“Uh- steel works was it?” Dustin looks to Max for any sign of a hint, shoulders squaring more confidently when she nods profusely at him.

Steve sighs loudly, “Fine, but eat quick and don’t let it drip. I’ve gotta get you shitheads home before curfew and I don’t want my car sticky. Got it?”

Both the children give barely coherent shouts of agreement, before running to Lucas, evidently telling him what they scammed their poor old babysitter into.

Steve turns his head to Y/N, quippy insult towards the kids dead on his tongue when he notices the far look in her eyes. He nudges her with his elbow gently, quietly begging for attention.

“You ready to go? I heard a rumor that I said yes to ice cream while driving past steel works, I’m not sure it’s true though.”

She nods, looping her arm through his.

“What should I get?”

“What ice cream?”

They start walking to the doors. “Mhm.”

“You know what I’m getting.” He looks smirky, and she knows exactly where this is going.

“Don’t say it, Harrington.”

“That eggnog flavor sounds real goo-“

She smothers her hands over his mouth, giggling like a maniac.

“That’s nasty. You’re nasty.”

He licks her palms and a twinge of disgust laces through her giggles. Pulling her hands back quickly, she tries to wipe them on her jeans, but he grabs her wrists gently and wipes her palms on his polo.

“So nasty, I know, I’m sorry.” He’s giggling too.

This was the first time she almost realized her staggering feelings for Eddie Munson.

—

The second time was at sticky hot a pool day.

She’s laying in Steve’s backyard, red bikini on, and matching red heart sunglasses adorning her face. Max lay next to her, in the new purple bathing suit Y/N had bought for her at the mall last week.

The purple makes your hair pop out, she had insisted, so Max let her buy it.

She’d even borrowed purple heart sunglasses from Y/N, sliding them on in the mirror of Steve’s cold bathroom, feeling pleased when she saw how well her and Y/N matched.

When they’d been standing in the kitchen and Y/N had pulled them out of her bag, she said “If you want them, of course.”, like she wasn’t everything Max yearned to be. She had narrowly missed Lucas and Mikes popsicle sticky fingers when they had asked for a look.

“Come in the water?” Lucas yelled out, hopeful and rosy, watching his girlfriend lay a towel next to Y/N. Max gives a curt shake of her head, ruby-red pig tails bouncing and glimmering in the sun.

“I think I’m gonna lay out for a little.” She had her hand up, shielding her eyes from the sun.

And with that, she laid back down, pushed her glasses up, and clicked play on her Walkman, not noticing the disappointment on her boyfriends face.

The older girl watches him swim towards Mike, dejection clear in his shoulders.

She knows that I’ve been doing something wrong, but she won’t say anything.

Y/N wrinkles her nose at Kate Bush again, but ignores it. Max has been putting the money Y/N spent on her new Hounds Of Love cassette to good use.

“He’s cute.”

“Huh?”

“Lucas. He’s sweet on you.”

Mortification sweeps Max’s face.

“What?” Y/N teases, “Haven’t yo-“

Affronted shrieks suddenly bubble past her lips at the feeling of cold water cooling on her warm skin. Max, who had been caught in the crossfire, isn’t as upset as Y/N. The water had felt nice after so long in the sun, but affronted shrieks leave her lips as well.

What if her cherished new purple glasses had been ruined?

Lucas rolls his eyes at his girls obvious display of impersonation.

Eddie stands there in the July sun, entirely too happy with himself, water gun hanging limply at his side.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

She wipes off her lenses with a part of the towel that managed to escape the spray of water, and slides them back on.

“Are your frames wet, baby?” She mutters to Max, waiting for the shake of her head before looking up at him again, offended.

He’s not wearing jeans, she notices.

The black swim shorts with skulls hug his thighs perfectly, cinched at the waist. When he brings a hand to his eyes, squinting at her through the sun, his black Metallica shirt rides up, showing her a very obscene view of his happy trail. The shoes on his feet aren’t his normal reeboks, they’re flip flops. And he’s got a towel tucked under his right arm, the same one he’s got shielding his eyes from the sun. He looks good.

He isn’t blind to the way she checks him out, head to toe, and he isn’t going to let it go unnoticed either. But, a wry “I know I look good, sweetheart.” Is hesitated on his tongue when he looks her up and down himself.

Shit, He thinks, that red bikini.

“Hello?”

He makes slow eye contact with her, and then with Max, who’s looking almost as offended as Y/N.

“I saw an opportunity and took it, Fast Times.”

If Steve had heard him say that.

“Fast Times?” Max asks, confusion threading her eyebrows together.

The boys in the water, save Dustin, are giggling, and embarrassment pools in her belly. Thick and warm. Thick and deep. It rises into her throat like bread rising in an oven, making it hard for her to speak or think of a witty response.

“Wow, nice one John Bender. Is that one original or did we steal it from Steve?” The end of the sentence didn’t sound as mean as she wanted it to sound.

“Your boyfriend Steve?” Eddie scoffs jealously, “If I’m John Bender, who does that make you? L-“

“Hey, hey, hey.” Steve’s voice comes from behind them, “What’s going on out here?”

Both Y/N and Eddie look like deer caught in headlights, two reprimanded children that don’t know what to do with themselves.

Robin is behind him, wearing a black one piece. She was going to lay out with the girls before they got in, but was caught up with Steve in the kitchen.

“Well?”

Max had seen the embarrassment on Y/N’s face when Eddie had given her that nickname. It was weird though. It seemed more like a cat call on his tongue, rather than an insult.

“Steve?” Max ask’s. Everyone looks to her, confusion clear on their faces.

“Yes?”

“What’s Fast Times? Like the movie Fast Times at Ridgemont High?” Innocence seeps and clings onto every word, “Cause Eddie just called Y/N ‘Fast Times’, and I was confused cause I’ve never seen the movie.”

Truth be told, Max actually hadn’t seen it, and she certainly doesn’t know what Pheobe Cates does to her red bikini at 53 minutes 5 seconds. But it seemed derogatory, and she wasn’t having it.

The boys in the water are stifling their laughs now, wet hands grasping at their mouths, as Eddie glares.

“Hey!” Robin points an accusatory finger. “Stop laughing, or I’ll eat the last two purple popsicles myself, and you’ll be left with orange.”

Giggles can no longer be heard.

Steve takes a better look at what Y/N is wearing, to the red bathing suit that’s still clinging to her. The cough he covers up is noticiable.

Is he kidding? Robin is disgusted.

“Nice one, Steve.”

“I didn’t even do anything.” He has the gall to give her a bewildered look.

Eddie takes this as a chance to peak at the crimson polyester again. Fuck.

He looks away, an abashed pink blotching onto his cheeks.

“Really?” Steve asks Eddie.

He doesn’t know if he’s referring to the joke or the way he just eyed Y/N, but he’s going to assume the latter, because of the sickened look on Robs face.

“It was a joke! Way t’rat me out, Red.”

“Don’t blame this on the kid.”

She smiles pridefully.

“Not around the kids. I’m serious.”

He turns back and walks into his house again, hand on his hip the whole way there.

And like that, the quick moments where Y/N may have thought she felt something for Eddie were gone. Gone with the 30 minutes of peace she had before he showed up.

—

The third time, her obliviousness smacked her so hard in the face, she stumbled back.

Hot summer days in Hawkins almost always mean you have plans, especially when you’re the co parent of four fifteen year-olds.

Dustin and Lucas had been on her doorstep 8am sharp, rattling off day plans loudly, like it was well into the afternoon.

“-And we figured, after we pick up Mike-“

“And Max.” Lucas chimes in.

Dustin turns his head, looking personally victimized.

“You didn’t let me finish my sentence, if you had-“

“I was just reminding you.”

“I didn’t need reminding. Don’t do tha-“

Their bickering continues, back and forth, back and forth, as Y/N rubs sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Are you even listening to anything we’re saying?” Dustin and Lucas look at her, accusation clear in their eyes.

The slow tired eyes blinking back at them confirm it, she hadn’t been listening.

“It’s okay,” Dustin starts politely, “I’ll just tell you the plan from the beginning. So-“

“No! No, no, no,” She sticks her hand out to quiet him, “I got the part where-“ she pauses, “And then you said-“ another pause and eye rub, “Yeah, so just pick up from the part where we pick up Maxie.”

They stare at her in bewilderment, and her chest tightens with doubt. They didn’t say anything about Max, did they?

“You said we’re picking up Max, didn’t you-?”

Dustin cuts her off, “No, yeah, so basically-“ he rattles off the day plans again, pausing in increments to make sure he’s still got her attention.

She invites them inside in the middle of Dustin’s monologue, watching the way he doesn’t break his talk as both boys toe off their shoes well-manneredly, before walking deeper into her house, clad in just socks.

“Did you two have breakfast yet?” She asks, hanging around her stairs rails, before she goes upstairs to change.

They both eye her suspiciously.

“Are you offering to cook for us?” Lucas holds back a grimace.

Dustin smacks him in the chest and glares, “We haven’t. We would love it.. if thats what you were offering.”

She looks between the two boys, Lucas’s grimace is peaking through.

“No, I’ll buy you two McDonald’s.” She starts hopping up the stairs, yelling out “They stop serving breakfast at 10am right?”

“Yeah!” Dustin’s excited voice rings out, “And it’s only 8:30!”

Oh joy.

—

“Max orders pancakes with extra syrup on the side, and orange juice.” Lucas whispers in her ear as she pulls up to the drive through.

“Did you just tell me Max’s order?”

“Yeah?” Did he do something wrong? “I-“

“I know Max’s order, Lucas.”

“Oh. Okay, then.” He sits back in his seat, buckling up again as she pulls towards the window.

“Yeah, Lucas,” Mike mocks, “She knows Max’s order.”

“So, I’m gonna drop you guys off at Steve’s before I get Max.” She drives around the building, towards the main road.

“What? Why?”

“You won’t all fit in my car.” It’s a good excuse, she has to admit.

“But-“

“I know you like the way daddy cuts your pancakes, but mommy has to do it today, cause I’m dropping you off at his house first.”

Dustin grumbles.

—

First thing she sees when she pulls up is Max’s Madrid skateboard, abandoned and upside down on the cement path to her home. The yellow wheels more caked with dirt then she remembers them being last time.

She can still hear Max’s staticky voice from months ago. She had called Y/N whining and complaining, in the middle of the night, to tell her how her mother lectured her for leaving it in this very spot.

Come on Max.

She goes out of her way to walk up the crunchy gravel and pick it up, hands scratching at the rough surface of its grip. She flexes her fingers, shifting them uncomfortably. It’s wet, though it hasn’t rained in a week.

Gross.

She takes a peak at her fingers, startled to find different shades of sticky red coating them.

There’s blood on it.

“Max?” She yells, running into the home, fear spiking through her as she thinks about Max alone in here. Alone and hurt. But no one’s home.

“Max?” She yells again, it’s frantic, and cracks halfway through at the way her breathing has picked up. She spins looking for any sign of her.

“Max, baby? Are you outside?” The skateboard is discarded in the grass as Y/N jogs behind the trailer, and then back to the front.

There’s a sob. A choked, struggling sob, from the left end of Eddie’s trailer, and she runs towards it.

“Max-?”

She pauses at the scene before her. Max is propped up against the end of his house, two bloody knees bent so that her arms can hug around them, while Eddie crouches to console her.

“She told me to be more careful, Y/N told me not to skate on the gravel.” Her shoulders are shaking so hard Eddie brings a hand to one, giving it some pressure like that’ll help. “I should’ve listened, I should’ve- she’s going to be so mad.”

“What?” Eddie asks, teasing tone peaking through unwillingly, “She won’t be mad. She’ll get really concerned, and have that look on her face- you know the one?”

“The one where she?” Max mimics a face, humoring him, but Y/N can’t see it.

“Yes!” He takes his hand back, to stick it over his stomach as he laughs. “And she’ll be really bossy to everyone who isn’t you, and take my shitty bandaid job off to clean your battle wounds diligently.”

The mention of her cuts has Max looking down at her throbbing palms for the first time.

“My hands.” Max sobs, sticking her palms out for Eddie to inspect. She can’t see, but judging by the look on his face, they’re just as bloody as her knees and cheek.

He sucks in air through his teeth, shaking his head morosely, “I’m no doctor, Red, but I’d say amputation is a serious consideration right now.”

Her laugh is a startled half laugh - half sob.

He takes her wrists into his hands gently, blowing on her scrapes lightly. “Does that feel good? Hmm?”

She nods, sniffling, and he lets go of her wrists to grasp at the underside of her knees. It’s a careful inspection, eyes drifting over the damaged and bruised skin.

He blows lightly at her knees too, thumb absentmindedly coming up to brush some dirt away. “Does it hurt?”

She nods again, realizing he can’t see it, and letting her raspy voice mumble “Yes.”

He looks up at her in pity, eyes catching on the checkered scratch bleeding down her cheek and forming in a drip down her chin.

He grabs her chin in his large hand, wiping the blood off with his thumb, and moving her face too the side. “Oh, what are we going to do with you?” He shakes his head.

Standing up, he brushes the blood off on his jeans, before holding his hands out to her.

“Up you go, Pippi Longstocking, can’t you stand?”

Max nods, letting him grab her elbows to avoid the injuries, and pull her up into his grasp.

“I’m gonna get you a water bottle, it’s too hot out here.”

It hits Y/N so suddenly, the ardor.

Hits her harder than the water from Eddie’s water gun. Harder than Steve shoving her into his pool. Harder then the embarrassment of yelling with Eddie in The Hideout.

It bubbles in her stomach like soda, rising into her chest and popping. She brushes her sweaty palms off on her summer shorts, desperately trying to get rid of the tingle embedded in her palms.

She wants this. This domesticity with Eddie. It hurts to think about, she’s been shoving it down for so long it threatens to make her lightheaded.

Watching him treat Max like a China doll. Blowing cold air on her wounds and distracting her from the pain of them. Him telling Max he’s getting her a bottle of water, to stave off dehydration in the Hawkins July sun.

She stumbles back, she needs to get out of here, she can help Max when Eddie gets her to her own home. She can’t face Eddie, not like this. The trash can lid behind her feet lodges under her foot, skewing her balance, throwing her on her ass.

“I know I’m a good doctor, but geez Ladies, get in line.”

She looks up dazed, Jesus fucking Christ, the universe can’t let her have one thing?

“Shit, are you okay?” Eddie drops the act, concern peaking through more.

“Yeah,” She rasps, “I’m.. I’m good.”

Max and Eddie reach her and he holds out a hand. One hand under Max’s armpit, the other being graciously offered to her. She looks at him like she’s seen a ghost.

“I don’t think you’re okay.” He says gently, bending to grab her hand off the hot asphalt. She snatches it. An instinct, rather than rejection. “Nope. You’re feeling fine.” He looks at Max, giving her a crooked grin, wild bewilderment in his eyes.

“Did y’see that, Pip?”

The warmth of a palm against his own makes him flinch. Looking down, she’s got her right hand in his left. It’s hot because of the asphalt below her, but he can’t bring himself to care. The way her fingers are curling gently around his own, tugging in want, is enough to make his head foggy.

“Are you gonna help me up, or what?”

He grips her fingers tighter and pulls her up, staring at their entwined hands. Somethings shifted, and he can feel it.

“Thank you, Dr. Munson.” She can’t look him in the eyes, opting to focus on Max. “C’mon, Maxie. Lets get you cleaned up.”

Her arms are opened wide and Max hobbles into them, letting Y/N guide her to the house. Looking back, Y/N sees that Eddie hasn’t moved. He’s standing in the exact same spot, staring at his left hand.

“Are you coming in?”

He looks up quickly, “You want me to?”

She cant even be offended by the stun in his voice. “Well, someone needs to hold down the patient.”

Max swats her arm. “No one needs to hold me down.”

—

“Stop bleeding, clean, disinfect, bandage. Stop bleeding, clean, disinfect, bandage-“

Y/N try’s to remember the order of treating a wound. Stop bleeding, clean, disinfect, bandage. Or was it stop bleeding, disinfect, clean, bandage?

Eddie throws his head back dramatically, with his hands over his eyes. “Oh my god. Get to it already.” His knee is bouncing impatiently and Y/N didn’t even know that could happen standing up.

“Can you shut the fuck up? Cause I know what I’m doing.”

“Sure you do. Misses disinfect, bandage, clean, stop bleeding-“

“No way that came out of your mouth and you thought ‘yeah that sounds right’”

Eddie flushes in embarrassment, deadpanning “Your patient is dying on your watch.”

Max watches them bicker in confusion, from atop her bathroom sink. She thought they despised Eddie, right? That was the whole mission, wasn’t it? And sure, they were bickering like two school children right now, but she couldn’t have helped but sense something deeper in it.

Something that’s been compressed. Something close to fond.

It’s like watching an old married couple fight.

There’s affection under all that squabbling, and Max isn’t sure how she hadn’t seen it before. Maybe it was because they hid it so well, or maybe it was because the two besotted teenagers were really just that unaware of their own feelings.

Oh my god, Max thinks, they’re idiots.

“Hand me the antiseptic.”

“The what?”

“Big red spray bottle.”

“Im not stupid, you don’t have to say it like that.”

“What else was I supposed to say? You don’t know what antiseptic is.”

“It was the tone.”

She ignores him, placing her hand on the back of Max’s head. “This is gonna hurt, honey.”

Max grimaces at the pet name being used in public, well, in front of Eddie.

“I can take it.”

“I know.” She murmurs, focused on pointing the bottle in the right direction. “Shit, I’m sorry, does it burn much?”

Max’s face scrunches tight in discomfort.

“Way to go, Dr. L/N.”

“I didn’t see you holding down the patient, wasn’t that like, your only job?”

Eddie falls silent.

“I’m gonna do your hands now, baby, deep breath.”

She’s more prepared this time, both Max and Y/N. She sprays it and Max’s eye twitches, but not much else.

“Can you get the bandaids for me, Eddie?” Y/N looks up, quickly, before looking to Max. “Jem and the holograms or teenage mutant ninja turtles?”

Max frowns.

“What is it, Hon?”

“Do you still have the Tom and Jerry pack in your car?”

“Yes. Eddie, they’re in my glove compartment, under the books ‘n stuff.”

Eddie. He doesn’t think that he’s heard her call him by his nickname.. ever. And now she has. Twice.

Munson, Edward, John bender, but never Eddie. It flows so easily off her tongue. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He’s heard his name in plenty of different mouths, but this one was by far his favorite.

He makes eye contact with Max over Y/N’s head. Both of their eyes widened by the same slip up. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

“What?” Y/N looks up.

“Nothin, nothin.”

He walks out, a lightness in his step that has Y/N raising her eyebrows at him.

“What’s up with him?”

“Eddie?” There’s a hint of knowing in her voice that Y/N doesn’t like.

“Who else?”

“Do you give all your patients attitude?”

“I apologize.”

She swipes the counter clean. Toilet paper and alcohol pads crushed cruelly between her fingers.

“So,” Max kicks her heals against the cabinets, looking so faux innocent, Y/N can’t help the bemused smile growing on her face.

“Yes?”

“When’d you get interested in Munson?”

A startled gasp is ripped from Y/N’s throat.

“I mean, I thought we told each other everything!”

“We do, Maxie-“

“I told you when Lucas kissed me in the empty chemistry lab! I told you when I caught Billy and Samantha Keegan in his car after school! I told you wh-“

“Max!”

She’s worked herself up to the point of tears. Frustration that Y/N hasn’t told her about this bubbling over, like a shaken soda, and threatening to leak out of her eyes.

This is so stupid, Max thinks*, So what Y/N didn’t tell her one silly little thing? It’s not like they’re real sisters.*

The last sentence sticks in her head, winding tighter and tighter around her, like an unwelcome hug. It squeezes air out of her, head fuzzy with shallow breaths.

It’s not like they’re real sisters.

“Max, baby, what’s going on?”

“It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.” Y/N reassures, “If it’s making you feel like this, it isn’t stupid at all.”

“I just-“ Her arms itch to wrap around herself, but her wounds halt it. Her eyes close, frustration and impatience getting the best of her.

“Remember what Ms. Kelley said? You gotta open up with me, tell me what’s wrong, tell me if you’ve been feeling.. bad.” Oh nice one.

“I don’t like Ms. Kelley, wait-“ Max’s opens her eyes confusedly, “How do you know about Ms. Kelley?”

Embarrassment floods Y/N’s features, nose scrunching like a girl who just revealed something she shouldn’t have.

“Remember when I went to your parent teacher conference for you?”

“Oh my god.”

“I was worried, baby!”

Max recoils in embarrassment, the back of her hand coming up to cover the bridge of her nose. Y/N grabs her wrists, careful of the un-bandaged wounds, and tugs.

“She came up to me and asked if I was your sister, obviously I said yes, and we talked!”

“You talked?” The look on her face is nothing but alarmed, but she can’t deny the warmth swarming her chest. Obviously I said yes.

“She caught me up on what she’s working on with you, and she may write me letters-“

“Letters?”

“Just like- how you’ve been, and a copy of your current grades.”

“Holy shit, that’s got to be illegal.”

“Not when I’m your sister.” She gives Max a goofy smile.

Max glares with no real heat. This whole time she had someone looking out for her. It wasn’t just a drunk mother who doesn’t care about Max’s grades. It wasn’t just an absent mother who was almost never home, leaving her to make dinner for herself.

It was Y/N, who was her older sister at parent teacher conferences. It was Y/N, who came over at 9pm with groceries and take out when Max called her hungry one night. Max’s mom hadn’t gone shopping in the last week, and the last thing she had eaten was soggy pizza and tater tots, at 11 that morning.

Guilt chokes Max.

She wasn’t alone. She had Y/N, who took her back-to-school shopping when her mom was at work. She had Y/N, who kept up with her therapist and schoolwork, making sure she kept on track.

She had Y/N, who was her sister.

She flings her arms around her startled older sister, ignoring the searing pain in her hands when it makes contact with the cotton of Y/N’s shirt.

“I’m so sorry.” Max sobs into Y/N’s hair. “I’m s-so sorry.”

“What on gods green earth could you be sorry for?” She wraps her arms around Max, swaying soothingly.

“You told me not to skate on gravel!”

“I’m only a little upset about that!” Y/N jokes, though, it doesn’t land. “I’m just glad you’re okay, Maxie. Banged up, yes, but okay.”

Max sobs again, shoulders racked with them.

“I don’t appreciate you enough.”

“You appreciate me just enough! You have nothing to feel sorry for.”

“Not even for getting blood on your shirt?”

“Oh now you’re crossing the line,” She chastises, pulling away with mock disgust on her face. Max laughs wetly, watching her try to see the back of her shirt.

Turning back she’s satisfied when she sees the smile on Max’s face. She wipes the tears from Max’s cheeks, shaking her head no when Max opens her mouth to protest. “No, not even for getting blood on my raggedy tee.”

“Because you’re my sister?” Max asks, embarrassed when she sees the realization click in Y/N’s head.

“Oh Max.” She pulls her in for another hug, nuzzling her chin where Max’s neck meets her shoulder. “Is that what this is about?”

Max shrugs, noncommittally, wrapping her arms around Y/N again. “Maybe.” It comes out an abashed whisper.

“Oh baby, oh baby.” Y/N rocks them, “I love you so much.”

“But-“

“No!” She pulls back abruptly, holding Max’s shoulders. “No buts! I’d adopt you if I could.”

“You would?” Max yearned for the picture of it.

“Uh, yeah?” Her face twists. “And every night we would eat pizza, and use red vines for straws, while we watch movies that Steve would let us borrow from family video.”

“I’d love that.”

“I don’t think CPS would.”

Max cracks a grin. “I love you.”

“Don’t.” She shakes her head. “I love you more.”

“Eddie is taking a long time.”

“Christ almighty.” Y/N looks at the Scooby-Doo watch the kids bought her for Christmas. “What’s taking him so long?”

She looks around the bathroom before looking back at Max. “Should I check?”

“Yeah,” Max croaks from crying. “He’s probably snooping in your car.”

“Oh my god, he is.” She stands up abruptly, patting Max’s head, before rushing out the bathroom door.

He’s leaning against her passenger door, back against the window, legs crossed casually, reading a magazine she left in her glove compartment.

Nothing will beat the horrified look on her face when she walks closer and sees which one.

She lunges for it, grasping air when Eddie easily swerves her.

“Nuh- uh” Eddie taunts, lifting the arm with the magazine into the air.

It flies high above their heads in the unforgiving grip of Eddie’s hand, wind flapping at the flimsy pages. The brazen smolder of the critically acclaimed musician mocks her.

Special Issue: The Hottest in Music, Movies, TV

The Rolling Stones

Heart Throb:

Bon Jovi

He walks over to her, closer and closer, until she takes his place against the car.

“You’ve got a thing for Jovi?”

This is so humiliating, this is so humiliating, this is so humiliating.

“Dustin told me that you had a thing for Kirk Hammett, but Bon Jovi?”

Dustin! That fucking traitor.

Pelvis to pelvis their hips touch, close enough to be indecent. She watches as their hip bones jab into each other.

He searches for her eyes. “He kind of looks like me, no?”

The smile on his face is awful.

“No, he doesn’t.” She jumps for it, but Eddie moves his arm out of reach. “He’s much cuter then you. Hand it over, Edward.”

“He doesn’t?”

“No. Give it.”

“Maybe it was something about the hair?” He presses. “I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe if it was just Kirk, but Kirk and Jovi? I think we’re seeing a pattern.”

She covers her eyes, embarrassment heavy in the movement. “I don’t have a thing for you. Please give it to me.”

He hands her the magazine, biting his tongue when she snatches it. “What if I wanted you to?”

“What?”

“What?” He looks around confusedly, “Was it something I said?”

“You’re so infuriating.” She tosses the magazine into her car and turns on her heel towards the house.

Quickly, he grabs her wrist, pulling her just as close as she was seconds before.

“And you’re just as pretty as the day I met you.” The magazine gave him a newfound confidence that Y/N thinks no one should have. “How’d you manage?”

“You’re sick and insane.” She scoffs, pulling her arm. How dare he fuck with her feelings like this?

He doesn’t let go.

“You’d let Bon Jovi kiss you?” He pushes hair from her pretty face, tucking it behind her ear.

She sputters. “That is none of your damn business.”

“Would you let me? I’d argue that, that is my business. Being me n’all.”

Startled is the only thing he can read on her face, and any other day he would’ve laughed.

“No?” He looks for her eyes, he won’t kiss her without complete consent.

She shakes her head confusedly.

“No you wouldn’t kiss me, or no you would kiss me?”

“No, I would.”

He taps his ear, moving it closer to her lips. “Speak up baby.”

She pushes his head away, humiliated. “Fuck off.”

“Okay, okay, I heard you. I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“I’m not sorry I heard that. You’re right.”

“I can’t stand yo- mhph!”

His head duck downs quickly, taking her lips to his. The momentum has her quickly grabbing his biceps for support, before kissing back with the same force.

It’s a hard kiss, not rough, but hard.

Her knees buckle and she’s ever grateful for the way the metalhead’s hips are pushing hers against the car. His hands slide from her jaw to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in hair.

They pull back and look at each other with wild eyes and kiss bitten lips. There’s something in his eyes she can’t decipher, and doesn’t have time to, because of the way he leans down to take her lips in his again.

She can feel his smile against her lips.

“Was it like kissing Bon Jovi?” He asks, pulling back and thumbing at the cherry chapstick she left on his lips. The dazed look in her eyes has him pleased with himself.

“No, it was like kissing you.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I think you’re cuter then Bon Jovi.”

Something shoots through his heart. Damn Cupid.

“My hair has got more volume, I know.”

She laughs, clutching onto his arms, and turning her head away. He wished that she was still looking at him.

Attention hungry, he moves his face into her view. “What?” The smile on his face in infectious, “You think his hair is better then mine?”

“No.” She lets him grab her chin and look at her, giggles still bubbling to the surface. “You’ve got a better voice too.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, ‘specially when you sing that one song and-“

“What song?”

“I was about to sing it for you.”

“Terribly sorry, go on.”

She shakes her head amusedly. “The one where you go ‘your love for me has just got to be real, before you know the way I’m going to feel,’”

She looks at him for any confirmation that he knows the song, but he pretends to be unaware so that she’ll keep singing. It’s not the prettiest singing voice she could do, but she hasn’t really fully recovered from the kiss.

She huffs, but the smile she can’t wipe off gives her away. “‘I’m going to feel, I’m going to feeeeeel, oh yeah!’”

“Oh! That song!”

“Yeah,” She looks very unimpressed. “That song.”

“I sound good singing it?”

“Don’t know how I won over you.”

He clutches his hand to his heart, closing his eyes and shaking his head morosely. “Don’t bring that night up.”

“But-“ Shes huffing giggles again.

“Nuh- uh.” He brings a silencing finger to her lips. “You wound me.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Your idiot.” He corrects firmly, planting a kiss on her jaw.

She tilts her head for him. “Such a loser.”

“A loser that you kissed!” He pulls back and she pulls him closer, nuzzling her face in his warm chest, sighing out exasperatedly.

“You know, I-“

“Hello?” A voice rings out, annoyance heavy in it.

Y/N startles, “Shit! Max.”

—

“There’s been an energy shift.” Max wryly drops.

“What?” Y/N looks up from the Tom bandaid she’s sticking above the Jerry bandaid, on Max’s knee.

“What are you talking about, Pippy?”

“There’s been an energy shift,” She looks between them, “You two kissed.”

It’s actually not so much of an energy shift, rather then Max watching them outside the window, but it’s fun to fuck with them. Also, what did they think they were hiding, with the pink sheen on Eddie’s lips?

“Eddie I think our patient is going insane with the pain.”

—

“You kinda look like her.”

“Who?”

Max reaches over to the bandaid Y/N is about to pull the backing off of, plucking it out of her fingers.

“I absolutely do not.”

“What!” She snatches the bandaid back from Max, squinting at it. “You don’t see it?”

“You only think I look like Miss Vavoom because I’m a redhead.”

Y/N cocks her head before sticking it to Max’s awaiting cheek, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. But also that green shirt is really bringing it all together.”

“I guess.”

“You should be her for Halloween!”

“You and Eddie should be Tom and Jerry!” Max says with faux excitement.

“Okay, all right,” She stands up, knees popping, and pats Max’s knee. “let’s get in the car Miss Vavoom.”

“Don’t call me that!”

Y/N helps Max limp to the car, newly covered in Tom and Jerry bandaids. Elbows, knees, palms, and shins covered in dogs, cats, and chicks.

Eddie, who started the car for them, is looking guilty as ever from the passenger seat.

“What is it, baby?”

Max blinks, appalled. “I thought I was your baby?”

“I’m so sorry.” He looks so ashamed it scares her.

“For what?”

“I ate a fry out of the bag.”

“Oh fuck off.” She laughs, starting the car annoyedly.

He grabs her hand off the steering wheel and takes it into her own, pressing his lips to it. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“No I’m not.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x you #sister! max mayfield #max mayfield

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🎵 Instrument of Surrender

ANNETTE - "Hi, ace detective." She smiles warmly. "Are you here for more books?"

Hi, Annette. Been a while.

6. [Suggestion - Medium 11] What are you missing here? Why does this feel familiar?

+1 Knows the Law.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Failure] - You have absolutely no idea. Familiar how? You must have forgotten something you heard again.

Again? Maybe we can figure out more if we go inside.

🎵 Bookstore

Let's do some browsing.

MAN FROM HJELLMDALL SERIES - The display rack is brimming with worn paperbacks featuring an extremely muscular, sword-wielding barbarian on the cover. Nearly all the titles contain the word *Hjelmdall* somewhere.

3. [Pain Threshold - Medium 10] Do any of the books call out to me?

+1 Hjelmdellerfan.

We got this bonus for buying the shirt from Roy's.

PAIN THRESHOLD [Medium: Success] - A twinge at the back of your head makes you flinch. Your eye starts twitching.

Ow!

Ugh, what is it?

MAN FROM HJELLMDALL SERIES - Your hand reaches toward a book with glossy cover art of the very muscular Man from Hjelmdall -- in *chains* -- kneeling in front of a staircase leading to a throne. A woman sits on the throne, leering at the man.

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - She's laughing at him. Belittling him.

MAN FROM HJELLMDALL SERIES - Between the throne and the Hjelmdallermann lies a bonfire, casting shadows on the wall. The shadow of the woman's head-dress looks like a pair of devil horns. The title reads: "Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman".

Hmm, aren't all women devil women?

"Storekeep, this book is misogynistic. How can you peddle such filth?"

Interesting.

+1 Feminist Agenda

KIM KITSURAGI - "The entire series is also *endearingly* racist, if I may add."

PLAISANCE - "Oh, sirs, I know." The storekeep apologizes immediately. "This really isn't representative of our values. But the store has to cater to its customers."

MAN FROM HJELLMDALL SERIES - The display rack before you is burdened under piles of Man from Hjelmdall novels.

4. "I want to buy 'Man from Hjelmdall and the Devil Woman'."

Let's pick this up in case we need to kill time later.

PLAISANCE - She nudges her glasses. "It *is* a best-seller for a reason."

4. [Leave.]

BOOK "THE MAN FROM HJELMDALL AND THE DEVIL WOMAN"

The frontispiece of this old paperback features a muscleman in chains, kneeling before a salacious-looking woman on a regal seat. A bonfire lies between the throne and the man, casting shadows on the wall – and the shadow of the vixen's head-dress looks like a pair of demonic horns...

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - Shelves filled to the brim with crime novels featuring the supposedly stalwart Vespertine detective, Dick Mullen.

3. [Reaction Speed - Medium 10] Who is Dick Mullen?

REACTION SPEED [Medium: Success]- Your quick eye notices a small caterpillar crawling across the spine of a book. The title reads: "Dick Mullen and the Mistaken Identity."

What do we have here? Mistaken identity...

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - A worn paperback from Dick Mullen's classic *hard-boiled* phase. The premise seems to be that Dick Mullen is framed for the murder of his best friend, and has just a few days to prove his innocence.

Hmm. Why does this speak to me?

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - Could it be the motifs of unstable identities and shocking betrayals?

That's probably right, I'm a complicated guy, full of contradictions.

No, it's gotta be something *else*.

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - Perhaps you're drawn to the dark and *noirish* atmosphere?

Yeah, I'm pretty intense. I'm all about that dark stuff.

No, that's not it either.

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - Is it because the smoking dame in the slinky red dress on the cover is giving you a hard-on?

Oh, right. That's definitely it.

What? No. That's not what's happening.

SHELF OF CRIME NOVELS - Yes it is. The bulge in your pants is embarrassingly obvious.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Relax. It's not that bad. Also, this means your bloodflow is returning to normal. Good news, really.

"Nope, all good here." (Casually adjust your pants.)

"Kim, would you describe this woman as a *smoking dame*?"

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant narrows his eyes and contemplates the book for a moment.

"I would certainly say she fits that description, providing that's your type."

3. "I want to buy this Dick Mullen novel."

Let's pick this one up too.

PLAISANCE - "Hrm, of course." She shudders. "Such violence and immorality... uh, I mean, enjoy!"

3. [Leave.]

Another Dick Mullen book woefully misrepresenting the police work. In this one our detective returns from a trip, having successfully solved a 100-years-old cold case, only to embark on another. Does he finally face the taxing nature of his occupation? No! He doesn't even look like a normal law officer.

SHELF OF BIOGRAPHIES - Shelves full of biographies of *famous people*, whoever they are.

3. "I'm interested in that 'Greatest Innocence' book."

You know, it might also be useful to know more about these guys.

PLAISANCE - "A true cultural touchstone." She nods. "Enjoy the read."

This dusty tome brings knowledge on the history of Innocences. It is written by one João Paolo Salomao Lopez de Fuego, a Mesque fascist, who tries to reach a conclusion on which of the Innocences is the coolest in the world.

We could also buy the book on the pale, or a board game, but I think we have enough literature for now.

PLAISANCE - "Hello again, esteemed officer. And welcome to Crime, Romance, and Biographies of Famous People." Her stare is cold and harsh but the line remains the same.

She really didn't like us trying to break down that door.

"I was told that there's a huge fridge in the building's cellar. Can you lead me there?"

"What if I want to buy a book?"

"The girl outside mentioned that this place is cursed."

"About your daughter..."

"All the pressure has made Annette really anxious. You know she's been chewing her nails?"

"Farewell for now, book peddler!" [Leave.]

PLAISANCE - "A fridge?" She fidgets with her pendant. "No, I don't know anything about a fridge. Aren't you interested in books?" She nods at the bookshelves.

DRAMA [Easy: Success] - For whatever reason she's lying to you about the fridge. Seems like you have to find your own way to the cellar.

4. "All the pressure has made Annette really anxious. You know she's been chewing her nails?"

PLAISANCE - "God, I've told her not to do that. It's disgusting. And I told *you* to mind your own business." Her voice is firm. "Clearly you have no idea how hard it is to raise a girl in this economy."

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - *This economy* is a mysterious force, like cosmic weather. Mysterious and harsh.

"I don't think she can do anything about it."

"Okay. Forget it." (None of your business.)

PLAISANCE - "She can, if she has enough *willpower*. This is what's called *growing pains*. Life isn't easy, life doesn't give breaks."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Come on, ma'am. It's obvious she can't do anything about it. You're placing an unnecessary burden on a young child."

"What you're doing is wrong. Even I know that, and I usually don't know anything."

"That *is* true -- and obviously the will of the market -- but maybe make an exception for your daughter?"

"Yeah, actually it's super all right for kids to chew their hands off. Forget I said anything."

PLAISANCE - She stands stiff and severe, silently fuming. Ten or so seconds pass without change.

VOLITION [Easy: Success] - This is a person coming to terms with a new reality. One where they are *wrong*. It's not easy.

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - She's looking for one -- but there simply aren't any good arguments for being an asshole.

PLAISANCE - All of a sudden she exhales sharply. Her shoulders slump down. "Oh no..." she mutters. "Hold on, I need to invite her inside and apologize. She must be freezing out there..."

Fade to black and back in.

"There," she returns with a nod. "I don't know what to say to you. My husband, he tries to teach me business lessons. I have... what my mother called a *dull mind*. All this stress..." She stops, but her mouth keeps moving.

+5 XP

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - It sounds like both the husband and the mother treat her the way she treats Annette.

"You're like Annette to your husband. And your mother."

Just nod compassionately.

EMPATHY - Yes. Sometimes it's better to let people come to these conclusions themselves.

"Is this husband Annette's father?"

"Is she an only child?"

"She told me she doesn't go to school anymore."

"Alright. I had something else in mind." (Conclude.)

PLAISANCE - "Yes. My husband is a successful entrepreneur East of the river. If only he were more *involved* in the business we're running up *here*." She says gloomily. "No matter, soon we'll both be off for Grand Couron!"

"Wait. Grand Couron? What's that?"

"And your husband's also involved with the bookstore?"

PLAISANCE - "It's a *proper* place to live -- one of the most peaceful neighbourhoods east of Jamrock. You may know it for its massive housing projects..."

SHIVERS [Challenging: Success] - Your head feels light and dizzy... a cold breeze caresses your flesh.

What's going on?

Shudder, let it pass.

SHIVERS - Monstrous buildings loom over Grand Couron. A cold wind howls in the empty halls of homes built upon delusions.

Why?

SHIVERS - There is no life in Grand Couron. No one can afford to live there.

PLAISANCE - "Most of the buildings are empty at the moment!" Her smile is wide. "It's a great opportunity to get ahead of the crowds. Better times ahead, for sure."

"And your husband's also involved with the bookstore?"

PLAISANCE - "He made the initial investment. Since then he's been what you might call a *silent partner*."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - Super silent. Almost inaudibly so.

2. "Is she an only child?"

PLAISANCE - "Yes, I'm afraid so. A real treat she is. It would be nice if she had..." She pauses for a second. "No, we couldn't have afforded more children really. Not in this economy."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - A glimmer of sadness blinks through the well-crafted exterior.

"Why not?

"Of course. Yes. This economy."

PLAISANCE - "We're quite busy people, you know, my husband and I. Quite busy." Her voice wavers a bit. "Children are a lot of work. You don't look like a father, so I don't expect you to understand..."

"I'm sorry.“ She catches herself. "I'm sure you do understand."

3. "She told me she doesn't go to school anymore."

PLAISANCE - "She's been too busy, helping me here, so she's studied at home this trimester. This is a temporary solution, of course." Plaisance nods.

"I assure you, I of all people understand the importance of *education*. She will be back in school the moment the store takes off."

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - And hell freezes over? Never mind, it's not a good topic to get into.

4. "Alright. I had something else in mind." (Conclude.)

PLAISANCE - The woman looks aloof, her features much softer. Occasionally she glances at her daughter's silhouette.

2. "Farewell for now, book peddler!" [Leave.]

ANNETTE - "I'm sorry, sir, I can't talk right now. I'm very busy with my homework... I have so much homework now."

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - You just can't win.

LOGIC [Easy: Success] - Out of the rain and into the gutter.

"What are you doing now?"

ANNETTE - "Math..." She looks into her notebook with trepidation. "It's really difficult. Like -- really. They say you need it to get rich. Better than standing outside in the cold, I guess."

"Oh, oh...!" Suddenly, she smiles and perks up. "I found something while you were away."

"What is it?"

ANNETTE - "I thought this would fit you... Like thanks for helping out! Not me -- the city I mean. Like a detective does." She gives you a hat -- almost exactly like the one Dick Mullen wears on the covers.

Item Gained: Dick Mullen's Hat

"Wait, where did you get it?"

"It's a... fedora?"

"A detective hat?"

"Okay, I get it. I can look just like Dick Mullen -- except I'm an actual police officer."

ANNETTE - "Just what Dick Mullen would ask!" She lowers her voice. "I got it from behind the curtains. I'm not really supposed to go there..."

3. "Okay, I get it. I can look just like Dick Mullen -- except I'm an actual police officer."

ANNETTE - "Yes!" She grins. "I bet it looks good on you. Really serious."

"Right. I have to get back to my homework now, before Mum notices. Man, this is *hard*..." She looks back at the infernal scribblings under her nose.

DICK MULLEN'S HAT

+1 Encyclopedia: Book-smart

If anything, this wide-rimmed hat looks even *better* than the hat Dick Mullen wears. Dick Mullen is stupid -- and not even real. You're real. Your brain is real. Your real real brain is inside the hat.

[Suggestion - Medium 11] What are you missing here? Why does this feel familiar?

+1 Knows the Law. +1 Helped her in.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Because you know each other. She's been talking to you so openly because you've talked before.

"Hang on. So you... know me? We've met before?"

"On second thought, maybe I shouldn't remember. Maybe there's a reason I forgot."

ANNETTE - "Yes! I used to stand out there all the time, before mother told me to focus on my homework."

"You've been running around all week without your shirt on, sir. Apologizing to everyone. I don't really understand what you've done wrong..."

"Did I ever talk to you?"

ANNETTE - "Of course. You stopped by a few times." She looks at you intently. "You certainly look better than the last time I saw you!"

"I doubt that."

"What do you mean better? I look like shit."

"Thanks. I'm trying."

ANNETTE - "Yeah, I can see. You don't have party eyes anymore."

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant slowly -- ever so slowly -- realizes something. "Party eyes. Yes, of course. That makes sense."

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - I'm not surprised children have seen you running around with *party eyes* on, he thinks. Not at all.

"*Party eyes*?"

ANNETTE - "You know... like a cat in the dark! All big-and-wide-eyed." She giggles at the thought. "It certainly looks odd on a man."

COMPOSURE [Easy: Success] - The swivelling eyes of a loony drug addict. That is what she meant. You were probably gurning too.

SAVOIR FAIRE [Easy: Success] - Good thing she's didn't say PARTY EYES loud, her mother's nearby...

ELECTROCHEMISTY [Easy: Success] - Fuck yeah! You should get some party eyes right now! Snap those sequins on you, boy.

Does that mean... I've been partaking in *narcotics*?

The girl doesn't know what she's talking about! Forget about this.

ELECTROCHEMISTY - Oh baby, that's not what you have to worry about. Worry about the important thing!

"So... why didn't you tell me you knew me to begin with?"

"Thanks -- I've learned something about myself today." (Conclude.)

ANNETTE - "I didn't know I had to do that." She looks puzzled.

"I don't really like this detective-deduction game anymore..." (Conclude.)

"Thanks -- I've learned something about myself today." (Conclude.)

ANNETTE - "I'm glad I could help you, sir." She smiles a wide, helpful smile.

+5 XP

"Okay, bye. See you around, Annette." [Leave.]

That's as much as we can do in the main body of the bookstore. Tomorrow we'll see about getting into the back.

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harrier du bois #plaisance #annette

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Got my twin with me like the parent trap (pt.4)

A/N: I know it took forever to post this and I sincerely apologize. I was super busy and couldn’t find the time to sit down and write how I wanted to. Hope this makes up for it🤍

Once Jack was done helping Andre unpack he went downstairs to his studio to continue on a new song he was writing. As much as he tried he couldn’t get the thought of Hayden looking and acting different out of his mind. “I go a few weeks without seeing the kid and suddenly something’s off.” He says to himself. He shakes the thoughts off and goes back to writing.

Meanwhile Andre just walked outside to the pool in his swimming trunks ready to test out the pool. As expected, Stephanie was also near the pool with his dad, on one of the fancy chairs that his uncle Jack definitely did not choose on his own. “Come on Hayds let me introduce you to a friend of mine. This is Stephanie Walsh.” Urban wrapped his arm around Andre’s shoulder pulling him closer to Stephanie.

“Hi, well well well if it isn’t the famous Hayden, I have been hearing things about you all summer.” Was the first thing Stephanie said to Andre. He didn’t like how she spoke in a baby voice to him as if he was a little kid, not even his own parents did that to him. If he was raised a little less proper he would’ve been a bit mean towards his dad’s supposed friend but he was raised right so he kept his composure to the best of his abilities. “Well here I am.” Andre said with some fake enthusiasm.

“Oh Urban he is adorable.” Urban had a proud smile on his face, however Andre was not as amused. “You know, your father talks about you all the time. I was convinced you’d be a little daddy’s boy but you are so grown up.”

Her tone was really getting on Andre’s nerves. “Yeah, i’ll be seventeen soon. How old are you, thirty seven?” Andre could see Stephanie’s eyebrows go up in shock. “I’m twenty four actually.” “Oh so only seven years older than me..how old are you again dad?” Urban noticed that there was some slight tension going on and immediately got up at that question. “Wow suddenly you like math, uhm i’m gonna go inside and get some more pizza and maybe a couple beers to celebrate.” “What are we celebrating?” Andre asked all confused. “Your homecoming of course.” Stephanie answered obviously. “Be right back.” Urban left the two alone as he went inside.

Just as Urban walked away, Stephanie’s phone started ringing. “Stephanie Walsh” She raised a finger towards Andre in a ‘give me a moment’ gesture and continued her call. Andre decided to go on and dip his toes in the water to check the temperature. His ears however were listening to Stephanie’s conversation. “Hello Mr. Tanner, oh yes of course.”

“Mhm i’m writing it all down.” At that sentence Andre turned to look at her, knowing that it was a full on lie. “Oh of course it’s a great plan and I agree but unfortunately Mr. Wyatt and Mr. Harlow will be out of the country those days.” This also caught Andre’s attention. “Yes I will pass the message to him, thank you.” Once she hung up and set her phone aside she decided to engage in more conversation with Andre as if nothing had just happened.

She scooted to the end of the poolside chair so she could be somewhat closer to where Andre was sitting at the edge of the pool. “So Hayds, how was camp? Was it adventurous?” Andre did not answer the question, instead he decided to ask what really interested him. “My dad’s going out of the country?” “Oh no, I just had to tell a little white lie to get him out of something.” Stephanie giggled awkwardly. “You know, I have never heard a man talk about his kid the way your father talks about you, you two seem pretty close. Even your uncle speaks very highly of you.” Andre stood up, getting ready to jump into the pool. “Well you know, we are pretty close. We’re all each other have.” He shrugged with a mischievous smirk before cannonballing into the pool, splashing water all over Stephanie’s dress.

She squealed and hurriedly stood up from her chair. She grabbed the nearest towel on the other chair and started patting herself dry. Once Andre got back up he acted shocked and sympathetic. “Oh sorry, did I get you wet Steph?” He asked in a mocking tone. Stephanie sighed frustratingly and replied “Oh just a bit Hayds.”

“You know, your dad took me riding the other day and he let me borrow your bike. I hope that’s okay with you.” “Oh sure. The bike did feel strange when i used it earlier..not that you’re strange or anything. Actually compared to the others you’re pretty normal.”

Stephanie raised an eyebrow at that. “Others? what others?” “I mean… if I was a woman I would want to know about the other women if I was number twenty nine in a man’s life.”

“I’m number twenty nine?” Stephanie asked offendedly. “Yeah, it’s always the same routine. Bike riding, take her to the studio, romantic dinners multiple nights.” Just as Stephanie was about to ask another question Urban came back out with a pizza box in one hand and some bottles of beer in the other.

Later that night Andre texted Hayden who was more than happy about being in London and meeting his mother.

Andre 💂🏽‍♂️

Facetime me right now!!!

Hayds🤞🏽

uhhh you know it’s day time over here right? do you want my ass to get caught?!

Andre 💂🏽‍♂️

It’s really not that hard Hayden just facetime me this is a serious problem!!!

Hayds 🤞🏽

ok ok damn chill with the exclamation marks btw thank god we both have the same phone with a clear case because i completely forgot that our people could notice that

Andre 💂🏽‍♂️

Thank god one of us has a brain. I noticed that from the beginning which is why I never bothered about it and could you PLEASE use commas when you text? You’re making my life harder than it is right now. FACETIME ME.

Hayden rolled his eyes at his dramatic brother and finally face timed him.

“What was such a big problem that it had to be over facetime? You better not ruin this for the both of us.” Hayden said as soon as Andre accepted the call.

“Well you’re going to want to hear this so brace yourself. Dad has a girlfriend.”

The reaction that Andre was waiting for never came. Hayden simply stared at him, sort of waiting for him to say something else. “Well? Aren’t you going to say something about that?” Andre asks annoyedly. “Nope, dad has a new ‘girlfriend’ every other month Andre, it’s nothing to worry about.” Hayden shrugs

“You told me that but this one seems like a serious thing Hayds, he let her borrow your bike.” Unlike the first announcement, this time Hayden definitely reacted. He was shocked that his dad would let someone borrow his bike that was so precious to him. “MY BIKE?! My precious baby, is she okay?! Did you check everything for me?!”

Andre rolled his eyes. “Yes I checked your precious baby for you…weirdo.” “It’s so funny when you say shit like weirdo with your british accent. So what are we gonna do about this girl? What’s her name anyway and what does she look like?” “Her name is Stephanie Walsh, some type of banker. Long black hair, kinda looks like Vanessa Hudgens.” “Banker?! that’s new.” “Exactly. And get this, no bbl and no fillers either. “No bbl AND no fillers? That’s definitely new when it comes to dad. We might have a problem on our hands Andre.”

“Ya think?! You HAVE to bring mom over here immediately.” Andre demanded. “Andre are you crazy? I’ve only had one day with her. I can’t and I won’t. I wan’t to spend more time with her.” “But dad’s in love!” “Dad doesn’t fall in love, we’ll be fine. Just break them up, lie about something if you have to.”

“Well I would but i’m clearly at a slight disadvantage. I only met the man less than twenty four hours ago.”

“Oh sorry what was that? My airpods cut off I can’t hear you Andre.”

“Can you hear me now?”

“I- connection- hear- you” Hayden lied while turning his wifi on and off.

“Hayd-“ Hayden hung up the facetime, cutting his brother off. He was having so much fun getting to spend time with you that the thought of going back to a life without his mom really saddened him. He wasn’t ready for that.

The next morning in Louisville, Andre was with Jack in the kitchen while Jack was making breakfast for the two. “Your dad wanted to go for a bike ride with you but you overslept so he asked you to meet him in the backyard with your bike later when you’re done with breakfast.” “Oh okay sure.”

“But of course I would oversleep too if I was up at three in the morning on a phone call.” Jack said suspiciously.

“Oh that.. I was calling my friend from camp. They forgot about our time difference so they called me.”

Jack stared at Andre hoping that he would crack but the boy did not budge. “Okay, if you say so.”

“Meet your dad when you’re done with breakfast.” Andre took one bite from his toast and said “All done” and ran to the door. Andre pulled and pulled on the door but it wouldn’t move. “Push bro.”Jack said watching him from the kitchen. Andre pushed the door and it opened with ease. Well that’s embarrassing. “Oh..right I forgot.” He ran out to the backyard to meet up with his dad. Jack shook his head at Andre’s actions. He couldn’t help but wonder “What has gotten into that kid?”

Urban and Andre were riding their bikes to a nearby park where Urb would usually do bike rides with Hayden. “Hayd I wanna talk to you about Stephanie.” Urban said out of the blue. “And I want to talk to you about my mother.” Andre said. Urban glances at him quickly before looking back to where he’s riding. “What about your mother?” “Well I still haven’t met her and i’m turning seventeen soon. Dad I really thinks it’s about time I have a mom.” “I do think it’s about time you have a mom.” As they pulled up to the parking lot, to Andre’s surprise, Stephanie was also there but she had another man with her. They got off of their bikes and went to Stephanie and her friend.

“Hey honey.” She greeted Urban excitingly with a huge smile on her face. She hugged him and kisses his cheek, leaving a print from her red lipstick. “Hi Hayd.” Andre simply nods curtly to her. “Stephanie.”

She falsely smiles and turns back to Urban. “Have you told him yet?” “About to.” The two whisper to each other with Andre and the other man standing there awkwardly. “Why don’t the three of us go out to dinner tonight?” She suggested out loud. “Oh no can do Steph I promised Hayd we’d hang out all day today.” Urban declined. “That’s fine, I have plenty of work to do. We’ll talk later Urby.” Stephanie turned around and walked to what seemed to be her car followed by her friend who Andre assumed was her assistant. Once they’re in the car, Stephanie lets out an annoyed groan. “Step one, get that annoying and sassy little boy into a far away boarding school.” She started the car and they drove off.

As Urban and Andre are taking the usual path, Urban makes a stop once they reached the top of the path. “Are you excited for our camping trip?” “What camping trip?” “What camping trip?” Urban repeated in offense. “The one we take every summer before you go back to school.” He says. “Oh yeah that camping trip. Yeah i can’t wait!” He lied.

“So uh Hayd, what do you think of Stephanie?” Urban asked him. “As what dad? Your financial adviser? Your friend? Your-“ “No just in general Hayd, what do you think of her? As a person.” Andre did not like where this was going at all. Was he really so smitten over this girl??? “Well, she’s cute, she has nice teeth. Honestly dad Stephanie’s a complete stranger to me. Why do you want my opinion on her anyway?”

“I’ll tell you why Hayd.” Urban turned to Andre. “Hayd, believe it or not.” Andre didn’t let Urban finish his sentence. He refused. So he did the next best thing he could think of. “RACE YOU HOME DAD” he said as he took off on his bike, paddling as fast as he could so he can get home. “HAYD i’m trying to tell you something” Urban called after him but Andre paid no mind. Urban started paddling as well but Andre was already far gone. Once andre got to the yard he threw his bike down and ran into the house.

He was walking back and forth in the living room completely stressed. “This is too much for me to handle! I can’t handle all of this i’m just a kid!” He told himself. He leaned on the back of the seat, taking off his hat to scratch his hair. “You got something you wanna share with the class, big man?” Andre gasped and jumped from shock. He had no idea Jack had been sitting in the exact seat he leaned on. “Jack! you gave me a fright.” He said breathing heavily while he held his chest. Jack frowned and stood up from the chair with his hands on his hips. “I gave you a fright?” He asked all perplexed as he crossed his arms. “I mean you scared me, I didn’t know you were sitting there.” “Are you sure there isn’t anything you wanna talk to me about?” Jack asked him once again.

“Like why you don’t ask about my songs anymore or how your appetite has changed and why you’re using expressions like ‘you gave me a fright’?” Jack asks while circling him intimidatingly. Andre was undoubtedly nervous. “Jack I changed a lot over the summer…that’s all.” He said calmly and surprisingly Jack accepted it. “Okay.” or so Andre thought. “Well if I didn’t know any better i’d say it’s almost like you were…” Jack stopped himself. “Forget it, it’s impossible.” He turned around to walk away. “Almost as if I were who, Jack?” Andre asked him curiously. “Nobody, nobody. Forget I mentioned it.” Jack laughed nervously and turned back around. “Almost as if I were…Andre?” At that moment Jack froze.

He turned around and took a couple steps closer to who he thought was Hayden. “You know about Andre?” He asked him surprisingly. Andre took one deep breath before telling Jack “I AM Andre.” Jack’s eyes had never been so wide. He couldn’t believe it but it all made sense now.

Before he could say anything else, Urban stormed in, startling them. “Hayd, why did you take off like that? I told you I wanted to talk to you about something.” Urban noticed Jack still standing in the same spot he was in when Andre told him the truth. He had a look of admiration in his eyes. Like a father holding their child for the first time. It was almost as if he had tears in his eyes. “Jack why are you staring at him like that?”

Andre begged Jack with his eyes to not say a word. “Like what? I’m not looking at him in a special way. I’m looking at him the same way I have in 16 years.” He swallowed down his tears. “Since the day he came back from the hospital. Seven pounds, eleven ounces and twenty one inches, this is how I look at him.” He said as he teared up uncontrollably at the end. “Can I hug him?” Jack was an emotional wreck. He hugged Andre super tight as he rubbed his back. “He’s so awesome. And so grown up.” Jack sobbed.

Andre hugged him back with a very happy smile. It felt good that he could finally officially meet a family member as himself. Jack accepting him with literal open arms was such a nice, warm, reassuring feeling that he will never forget. Jack finally let go of him and started making his way towards his room. Still facing them he tells Andre “I’m gonna order something special for you to eat. What would you like? Anything? You know what? It doesn’t matter, i’m just gonna order everything I can.” And he was gone.

Urban simply shook his head at his weird best friend. “Come here Hayd” He guided Andre to the sofa nearby. “We have to talk.” Andre took a seat on the sofa and Urban sat on the coffee table directly in-front of him. “Okay, shoot.” “Buddy, I wanna know what you think about making Stephanie part of the family.” “Part of OUR family?” Andre asked skeptically. Urban nodded his head. “Yeah.”

Andre pretended to think for a few seconds and replied. “I think it’s an awesome idea.” “Yeah?” “Inspiring!” “You do?” Andre thought of another word. “Brilliant!” He said, full of enthusiasm. “You do?” Urban asked excitingly. “Totally! I mean it’s a dream come true, i’ve always wanted a big sister.”

Urban’s smile dimmed a bit as he laughed nervously. “Uhm Hayd I think we missed the point.” And Hayden said “No we’re not, we’re going to adopt Stephanie. That is so sweet dad.” Urban shook his head immediately saying “No, i’m not going to adopt her. I would like to marry her.”

“MARRY HER?!” Andre jumped up from his seat. And started pacing angrily. “That’s insane! You can’t marry a woman young enough to be my older sister.”

“No puedes hacerme esto.” “Hayd” “Y mi mamá?!” “Hayd” Urban tried to grasp his attention but Andre was rambling non stop. “Nunca estuviste enamorado de nadie, que ves en ella???” “HAYD” Urban finally got him to stop pacing and calm down. “Was that spanish?” Urban was very confused. Since when did his son speak spanish. “I uhm I learned it at camp. Look i’m sorry. Let’s just discuss this calmly and rationally.” He said as he took a couple deep breaths. “Yeah and in english if you don’t mind.” Was Urban’s reply. “Bud what has gotten into you?” “Nothing, it’s just..dad you can NOT marry her it’ll ruin everything.”

Andre couldn’t take his anger anymore and decided to step outside. Urban sighed out of frustration and got up from where he was sitting. As he turned around he caught Jack staring at him from the kitchen opening. “Don’t look at me, I know nothing.” Jack rushed and walked out of Urban’s sight.

Just as Urban was stepping out into the porch, a bright red mustang pulls in. It’s Stephanie. Urban took a seat and stretching his legs out. “Hey Urby!” “Hey” Urban was obviously tired. “You sound stressed.” Stephanie says while taking a seat on Urban’s lap. “How about a drink?” She suggested. “Can you make mine double?” Stephanie giggled before pulling a bell out of her bag and started ringing it loudly. “Jack~” She yelled simultaneously. She repeated this process three times until Jack finally came outside with an annoyed facial expression. “You rang?” He asked sarcastically.

“Could you pour us a drink please? And make Urby’s double.” Jack looked at her as if she just lost her mind. He turned to Urban to see if they were serious. “Please Jack?” Was all Urban said and Jack rolled his eyes and walked back inside as he shook his head in disbelief.

“I told Hayden.” Urban sighed to Stephanie as she played with his hair. “And how did that go?”

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Let Me Bring Back My Moon pt. 1

Kim Seokjin x wife!Reader

Summary: Jin and Y/N are working hard towards their futures. They meet some bumps along their journey as a married couple. However, Y/N is met with a difficult challenge. Will she be able to overcome this challenge without Jin by her side?

Warnings: some smut (not too descriptive) and some angst :))))

Word count: ~1.5K

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Part 1

Home, a place that is supposed to be filled with laughter and joy. Home, now replaced with silence and sorrow. Jin let out a tired sigh, placing his hands on his hip after the love of his life stormed into her shared bedroom for the nth time this month. What was supposed to be a light-hearted conversation turned into another argument. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Not when Jin planned to come home for lunch and surprise his wife. Jin glanced at the large picture frame hanging in their living room. A sad smile appeared on his face as he carefully studied his love’s beautiful smile in her wedding photo. How Jin wished he could see the same smile once more instead of sorrowful frowns. He was brought back to reality through the buzzing of his phone.

“Hyung. We need you at practice. We’re starting soon. You should hurry before Hobie hyung gets mad.” The desperation from Namjoon’s voice sounded serious. Jin chuckled before reassuring his leader that he’ll be there shortly. Jin glanced at the closed bedroom door, contemplating whether or not he should go in and apologize for the misunderstanding. Y/N would understand, right? One step towards the direction of their shared room and Jin’s phone buzzed again. A text message now appeared.

Jin hyung, we’ll be at practice late. Don’t forget to let Y/N-nie know~ Tell her I miss her too! You never bring Y/N-nie around anymore TT^TT — Jiminie

Don’t worry, I’ll tell her. Y/N-nie’s just been busy preparing for an important presentation. We’ll come together soon, don’t worry. ^^ — Jin hyung

“Jagiya,” Jin carefully calls through the bedroom door, “I’ll be home late because of practice. Don’t wait up for me…I love you.” Jin hesitated on his last three words. Was it the right time to say it? It felt needed at the moment. Jin received no answer and left defeated. He slips on his shoes, double-checking his pockets for his wallet, his bag for extra clothes and water, and keys to re-enter the shared apartment complex. Jin sighed, taking one last glimpse at the empty apartment, before closing the door.

Hearing the banging of the closed door from the bedroom, Y/N buried her face into the pillow. The moments of their argument replaying in her head.

Flashback

“Jagiya~! I’m home for lunch! I brought you some flowers and your favorite take out! Let’s eat together!” Jin called out into the complex.

“I’m in the bedroom! Give me a few minutes!” Jin chuckled before heading to the bedroom, knowing Y/N was preparing her proposal for the CEO at the end of this month.

“C’mon jagi, take a quick break. Let’s eat while the food is warm.”

“Just a minute, please.”

“Have you eaten all day? You seem like you’ve been looking at your screen all day.”

“Yup, had a sandwich.”

“Aww, my baby is working so hard. I also worked hard today, too, during vocal lessons! It was great! I impressed the members with my high note today. Do you need help? I can call off—”

“Seokjin, can you be quiet for one second?” Jin was taken aback by Y/N’s remark. He definitely messed up after hearing his full name drop from her mouth.

“I’m sor–”

“Can you just leave me alone please? You keep yapping about whatever and I need to get this presentation done. I can’t take breaks whenever I feel like it, okay? I’m not like you who can come and go as you please. So, please, do me a favor and leave me alone.”

Jin was silent. Maybe he shouldn’t have yapped about his day just yet, but the excitement to see his love got the best of him. “Okay, yeah. I’ll just be in the living room,” Jin softly spoke, closing the door behind him.

End of Flashback

Y/N stared at the ceiling, her heart now pounding. “Fuck, I messed up.”

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At practice, Jin kept messing up the choreography, either being a beat too early or a beat late. “Let’s take five guys. We’ll come back to it,” Hoseok said, gulping down some water.

“Hyung, what’s wrong? You seem so out of it,” Namjoon asked Jin, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just me and Y/N getting into another misunderstanding again. Nothing new.”

“Jin hyung, that’s like what? The 5th one this week and it’s only Wednesday!” Jungkook called from the other side of the room. Shit, had it really been that many? The guys gathered around Jin to hear what happened.

“I think you both should be honest with each other. Times are tough for you both, but you should talk it out with each other. Isn’t that why you both married?” Yoongi commented. The rest of the guys agreed.

“Yeah. I plan on that tonight actually. Thanks guys,” Jin gave a small smile before they all returned to dance practice; Jin’s shoulders feeling lighter now that he received some guidance.

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2AM came around by the time Jin returned back home. He was expecting Y/N to be asleep as he crept into their shared room. All the lights were off, the food was fortunately touched—barely. Jin was welcomed to a sleeping figure on the bed and frowned a little. Did he hope Y/N was still up waiting for his return? Yes. But Jin knew better than to let his hopes get up.

After washing up, he crawled into his spot, being welcomed with the back of Y/N. He laid there, contemplating on whether or not he should cuddle her. It was a normal thing before, why did it feel foreign now? As Jin was fighting his inner thoughts, he was startled with the arms wrapping around his torso.

“Jinnie, you’re home,” Y/N sleepily called out.

“Mmm. I thought you were asleep.”

“I couldn’t. Not after I snapped at you like that.” Y/N looked at Jin’s face, making out some of his features with the help of the moonlight. she reached up to caress his cheeks and gave him a sad smile.

“I’m sorry Jinnie. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I know you were trying to be helpful and–”

“Shh,” Jin hushed Y/N, holding her hand that held his cheek, “I know you were just stressed. It’s okay my love.” Y/N sat up to better face him and sighed.

“No. It’s not. This has been a repeated pattern for us. This has been going on for months now. We’re both stressed from work, but it’s not fair of me to snap at you because of stress and vice versa. I’m scared yeobo.” Y/N’s voice faltered at her last sentence. She didn’t realize that tears were streaming down her face until Jin turned on the lamp light and reached over to wipe them away.

“What are you scared of, my love?” Y/N’s heart pounded like beating drums.

“I–fuck–I’m scared of losing you! I’m scared of losing you, losing our love, losing what we created together.” The sobs in Y/N’s voice could tell how fearful she was. Jin held Y/N close to his chest, rubbing the small of her back to console her and her sobs.

“Shh…you won’t lose me. I’m here for you jagiya. I always have and always will. We got married for a reason right? I won’t ever stop loving you. I swear to the moon, I’ll love you forever.” Jin laid themselves down in the bed, planting small kisses around her face and neck to sooth her.

“I’m crazy in love with you.” Peck. “I can’t imagine life without you.” Peck. “Let me show you my love for you.” Jin connected his lips with Y/N’s, making sure she knew he was serious. Jin left love marks on Y/N while undressing himself and making sure to carefully undress Y/N. His never-ending words of affirmation and endless “I love you’s” in Y/N’s ears as he entered into her made Y/N’s heart swell.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful jagi. Your body fits mine like the missing part of the puzzle piece,” he breathed into her ear, moving himself at a comfortable speed.

“Jinnie, I’m close.”

“Together, my love. Together.” Y/N embraced Jin, holding him like her life depended on it, refusing to let go. It felt magical, euphoric. It felt different this time. Jin planted another kiss on her lips, taking in her taste. Y/N deepened the kiss, but felt wet drops on her face. Was Jin crying? She pulled back and saw small tears leave his eyes.

“Honey, you’re crying.”

“I’m sorry. I just realized how much I missed being with you.” As the night progressed, Jin and Y/N spoke about their feelings, being vulnerable and honest with one another. The endless “I love you’s” and “Thank you for sharing” created an atmosphere of peace.

#seokjin x reader #bts imagines #jin x reader #please show this short series a lot of love :)#I'm planning for another part so please show some love!!#winnieland #bts x reader #bts fic #bts jin

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