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If Looks Could Kill
Sweetpea x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 2035 words
Warnings: none
Summary: Pea's ex getting jealous when he sees him with Josie at the pool
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You had never been jealous when you and Sweetpea were in a relationship.
Everyone knew that you were his and he was yours, in your gang and every other gang. Really, you didn't have to worry about anything happening on either end because no one was bold enough to ever cross that line.
It was no secret that Pea only had eyes for you and even if someone was stupid enough to make a move on you, that was a situation that your boyfriend would correct rather quickly.
Though, you found that when you two broke up, those lines sort of blurred.
Not only were you no longer off limits to all the guys who'd had their eye on you for the last few years, but Sweetpea was no longer off limits to the girls of Riverdale. You really didn't think that it was going to bother you, seeing as the split had been mutual.
However, you found out fast that things you would have been completely comfortable with before now made your skin crawl. It just didn't feel right to see him with someone else, even though you'd come to terms with the fact he didn't want to be with you anymore.
...and for that matter, you didn't even want to get started on Josie McCoy.
You had never had a problem with her before, and from what you could tell, she was an okay girl but recently, it was becoming more and more difficult to be near her. She had been spending a lot of time with Pea in a way that made you really uncomfortable.
Even with as much as you tried to stop it.
It wasn't her fault that you had that nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach when you saw her with him, and you couldn't blame her for anything that had happened between you or the male in question.
It was just that in the time since the two of you had split, Sweetpea had completely thrown himself into paying attention to her and doting on her in a way that he had always done with you. You had clearly just misjudged how much you would struggle seeing him with someone else.
Seeing him that devoted to someone else was nearly enough to make you sick.
You hated having to admit it, but you were starting to come to terms with the fact that you were jealous of her.
Though, that somehow wasn't the worst part.
As much as it hurt your pride to have to accept that you were jealous, and that you were actually also questioning how okay you were with the breakup at all, there was one thing worse than that. The worst part was that Josie clearly didn't feel the same way about Pea as he felt for her.
She was having her fun with the attention, just like anyone else would in her position, letting him praise her and be a little bit of arm candy for the summer but she didn't care about him. She was using him for a good time.
...but you knew that Sweetpea couldn't see that
He was so blinded by whatever it was that he was feeling for her that he would gladly get his heart broken. It may have been inappropriate, seeing as it wasn't your business what he did or who he did it with but you didn't really want to sit around and watch.
Although, just because you didn't want to didn't mean you were going to get up from your beach chair and do anything about it.
All you could do was sit and stare, waiting for something to change or for something to happen, it was pathetic, you knew that but you didn't care. It was like driving past a car accident and no matter how awful it was, you couldn't look away.
However, though nothing had happened quite yet, the rest of the party was starting to notice that something was up. You were perched under an umbrella, watching the pair of them with a focused gaze, and had been for at least half an hour.
It would have been hard to miss.
In any other instance, you would have looked crazy, something that your friends-namely Cheryl-would have pointed out but everyone knew how hard the breakup had been on both of you and you were dealing with it in your own way.
Your way just happened to be a little bit stranger than others.
Sweetpea had chosen to deal with it by turning his focus to someone else, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. For the past four years, you were sure that the two of you were going to be together forever. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that the illusion you'd built up came crumbling down.
Anyone would have struggled with that.
So, your friends collectively decided to give you a pass this time.
It wasn't until you stood from your seat that Jughead decided to step in, worried that something was going to happen. You had just been quietly stewing this whole time, and it was a fair assumption that you were planning something.
"Where're you going?" he asked, stopping in front of you to casually block your view from where Sweetpea and Josie were currently sucking face behind him. The last thing he needed was for you to see that.
It would only stoke the fire of your upset that much more.
Still, as subtle as he was trying to be, you saw right through Jughead's casual check in. There was no reason for him to want to talk now, other than whatever was going on at the other end of the pool. You weren't an idiot, although it was fair to assume that you may react rashly in this instance.
Jughead knew how hard this had to be for you and was not willing to underestimate your temper.
"I was going to go get a drink, am I allowed?" you questioned back, rolling your eyes at the strange interrogation. It was a little harsh, you knew that, but you couldn't help yourself.
Everyone else had to know just how bad an idea letting Sweetpea get close to Josie was but they were paying it no mind, even though he was going to get his heart broken. You could see it coming a mile away, but you couldn't stop it.
Though, it had crossed your mind to just go over there and push her in the pool. It wouldn't solve anything but there was a possibility that it would make you feel better.
"Do you want me to get you one? I think Cheryl's got some margaritas in the kitchen" he offered, knowing that there was a good chance there were margaritas somewhere. Those were the redheads favorite, and she had them at every soiree she threw.
You didn't really want one, but just as you were about to refuse, you decided that what he was suggesting was probably a good idea. Hyperfixating on whatever Pea was doing wasn't good for you, and a break could be nice.
So, you shook your head and decided to get up and go to the kitchen by yourself. If nothing else, you could get out of the sun for a little bit.
Now, that would have been perfect, if you were the only one going into the house but after ten minutes or so, Sweetpea also stood up from where he'd been sitting poolside to head in that direction as well.
It wasn't going to go well, but when Jughead started to intervene once again, Betty stopped him. "Leave them alone. They'll figure it out" she suggested, and while it probably wasn't a good idea, he listened to her.
Talking could be good for you, and there was only a slight chance someone would get seriously hurt in any kind of exchange, so he sat back down.
You two were adults, and you should be able to be near one another without some kind of explosion following or at least he hoped so.
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When you heard the patio door slide open from the other side of the kitchen, you assumed that it was Cheryl coming for a refill or Veronica looking for a towel after her swim but when you spun around with the margarita pitcher in hand, that wasn't the case.
Standing there in his swim trunks and a blue flannel shirt was Sweetpea.
You had no idea what he wanted or why he would even bother coming in here but you naturally assumed he wanted nothing to do with you so you turned back around toward the counter. It was easier to just focus on pouring your drink instead of him.
After all, you didn't want to interact with him if you didn't have to. There was no telling how that would go.
"That any good?" he asked, the small talk between you almost painful though you'd yet to say anything. It was just so strange to go from talking about your future together to not even being able to say hello, and you didn't like it.
Personally, you would rather just pretend that he didn't exist but as Pea was to do, he wasn't going to make that easy.
"It's a drink" you shrugged, swallowing heavily before you even meant to. This wasn't what you wanted today to be like but while you were at it, you may as well have made this whole thing harder on you.
It would be too easy to just let it go.
He nodded at that, taking the pitcher from you once you'd finished pouring your own drink. The action caused your fingers to overlap slightly, something that made you pull back immediately. The whole thing was tense, and awkward but worse than that was the silence that followed.
The two of you just sat there for a bit, in complete silence before you decided to just go for it. No matter what happened, at least you had never lied to him.
"Josie's a pretty girl. Do you like her?" you wondered, if he was going to commit to small talk, you were going to do the same. Avoiding one another had went out the window as soon as he followed you into the house.
All Sweetpea did was laugh at first, the reality hitting him at the same time. Still, he'd come too far to just leave it now. "Yeah, I do. Do you like her?" he questioned, turning it on you in the way that he often did when he was teasing you.
Though, all the charm that he normally had at those times felt different now. You hated it, feeling like the person you once cared for more than anyone else was a complete stranger. You just weren't sure if that was ever going to change.
"I like her fine, though I'm not sure you can trust her to not break your heart" you allowed, not even bothering to hide how harsh that was. You didn't care. From where you were standing, that was the truth and you were tired of pretending that it wasn't.
Not that Pea saw it that way.
Frankly, he felt like there could really be a future with her, and he didn't take it kindly that you didn't. Anyone who knew him as well as you did should have known that.
"Wow. I really thought you would be happy for me. Guess I should have realized that was never going to happen" he scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest, proving to you that he was really upset. Though, that was the one good thing about being broken up, and that was that you didn't have to sugar coat anything for him.
Even as you watched him leave, you didn't have anything to say.
Pea was being stupid and if he wanted to ignore what was clearly going on in front of him, that was his business. You only knew one thing for sure, and that was the fact that you weren't going to be there to pick up the pieces when it happened.
If he got his heart broke, he could clean it up himself.
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i heard requests were open 👀
maybe a sabo x reader where they need to go undercover as married nobles? then it leads to a confession and such…thank you <3
ఌ undercover confession !
pairing: sabo x gn!reader
synopsis: it takes an undercover mission for feelings be revealed.
word count: 1.63k
note: fluff, mutual pining, cussing, confessions, not proofread; i used the word handsome and ngl i cringed i love sabo nonetheless… and why was i getting all giddy and shit when i was writing this omg in love with this request thank you sm!! ps. changed it to engaged
“Pretending to be the one thing I hate definitely pisses me off more than I’d like.”
You had just walked into the room and Sabo was already shit-talking the people the two of you were going to be around for the next few hours. Being assigned to undercover missions wasn't uncommon since it was an easy way to discover information about the opposing side, but pretending to be Sabo’s significant other for the night was not what you expected.
Sabo was adjusting his white tie in the mirror, a different style than his usual ruffles. He wore a beautifully fitted scarlet red dress shirt topped with a navy blue designer suit. His golden locks were free from his top hat, and you took a moment to admire the man in front of you. He was going to be your husband, even if it was just for today.
You quickly regathered yourself when Sabo turned around, leaning on the table behind him. His eyebrows slightly raised when his eyes rested on you.
“Let’s just hope we don’t run into any nobles we have to teach a lesson to, yeah?” You said with a slight smile, recalling his comment from earlier. But you couldn’t tell if your joke was well-received when Sabo’s gaze settled on you. It was quiet, just for a quick moment, but his eyes were carefully admiring you. It wasn’t often that you dressed up like this, especially when the tasks you were given weren’t meant to be done in such high-end clothing, so his watchful eyes definitely had an effect on you.
“Y/n, you—”
“Sabo! Y/n! We gotta get going!”
With the interruption of Koala from the other room, the tension fell and you felt like you could finally breathe again.
“Well, duty calls,” You said sheepishly. Sabo did have something to tell you, but whatever it was had to wait.
“Then, after you, fiancé,” Sabo bows forward with his hand out, a large grin making its way onto his face. He couldn’t help but get into character so soon. The nickname does catch you off-guard, evoking a laugh out of you.
“Fiancé? What kind of couple calls each other by their literal titles?” You walk out of the room and Sabo follows close behind, putting on his signature white gloves.
“Oh, I don’t know, it’s not like either of us have been engaged before!” He deadpanned. True, but he was clearly messing with you.
“Sabo, if someone were to hear you call me that, something would obviously seem off,” you reason.
“Okay, okay, how about sweet pea? Or better yet, sugarplum?”
“Outdated!”
“Sweetie pie, precious, sweet cheeks?”
“Too corny, there are hundreds of nicknames that’ll sound more believable than any of these.”
“If I’m so bad at nicknames, what are your ideas?” Sabo scoffs, crossing his arms.
“Literally anything along the lines of love, darling, and honey would work just fine.” You listed countless names, even names you wouldn’t ever call Sabo because of how intimate they sounded.
Sabo crossed his arms in retaliation before he said, “Alright, darling, since we want to be so boring.”
“Boring is better, you’ll see when we get there.” You’d be lying if you said the nickname didn’t make you feel something, but the last thing you wanted to let Sabo know was that you actually took him seriously.
But the moment the two of you made your entrance, your hand in his, the gaudy men and women who littered the hall were gushing those very names to each other relentlessly. Almost immediately, the two of you cringed with every turn you took. It was endless, it honestly hurt to hear such corny names so often
“I guess corny is the norm, sweet cheeks,” Sabo slyly commented after leaning towards you, earning a scoff from you.
There were three specific people you guys were targeting. Considering the situation at hand, you wanted this night to end as soon as possible, but you also wanted the night to last forever if it meant you could live a fairytale fantasy with Sabo just for once. But he also seemed to be enjoying the night even though the two of you were surrounded by nobles with such punchable faces.
The two of you danced through the crowd, steering away from the middle of the ballroom so you wouldn’t get caught in the middle of a slow dance. But interacting with these people also felt like hell, with the firm smile on your face one rude comment away from breaking and revealing your actual emotions to these money-hungry fiends.
“I honestly don’t know how much longer I can do this,” you groaned quietly when Sabo pulled you away from the crowd.
“It hasn’t been so hard, we only have Mr. Holloway over there who looks like he’s planning something shady,” Sabo said, his eyes darting in the direction of the target.
“You would’ve punched that other creepy old man if I didn’t notice your fists balling up.” You recalled the recent ordeal; Sabo was seconds away from knocking out a man who had laid his hands on one of the servants working.
“Now you’re making me sound like the bad guy,” he huffed. You sighed, but you were just as frustrated as he was. If you didn’t notice Sabo, you might’ve punched the guy as well.
“Come on, dum— darling, you know how much I love this song.” You switched up your attitude as soon as someone passed by, making sure you were staying in character. Sabo took the initiative and gently held your hand with a smile on his face, leading you to the middle of the ballroom.
You transitioned into a slow dancing position, placing one hand on Sabo’s shoulder and intertwining your other hand with his. Sabo’s hand made contact with your waist, sending slight shivers down your spine, but you tried to pay no mind to it. Your eyes laid low, closely watching Mr. Holloway who wasn’t too far away, so you silently applauded Sabo for getting the two of you so close to him. The expression the man had was hideous, you wanted to—
“Look at me, Y/n.”
Without much thought, you look up to meet Sabo’s eyes. You didn’t realize it before, but the two of you were much too close for comfort. You wanted to look away, distract yourself from his beautiful face, but you couldn’t. He was staring into your soul and it was eating you alive.
“I don’t think I’ve gotten the chance to tell you how amazing you look tonight,” Sabo said just above a whisper, his smile genuine. You couldn’t tell if he was still in character or actually expressing his feelings. But either way, with how close you were to his face and the sincerity of his compliment, you couldn’t stop the anxious feeling in your stomach.
You couldn’t hide how you currently felt, he could see right through your tough facade. Whether he was being genuine or sticking to the script, you wanted to let him know you thought the same.
“I can’t lie, you look quite handsome yourself,” you add confidently.
Sabo lightly chuckles, trying to hide his nervousness. He was wearing gloves, so you couldn’t tell that his palms were slightly clammy as well. The mission was going fairly well, but he thought he would burst if he didn’t tell you how he felt right now. If you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, it could go unnoticed since the two of you were posing as a recently engaged couple anyways.
“I can’t wait to marry you someday.”
The words honestly slipped from his lips before he realized what he said himself. Thankfully, his crimson ears were covered by his blond locks.
Was he being serious? You couldn’t tell for sure, but there wouldn’t be a need to say such a phrase just for an undercover mission. He even went through the trouble of calling you by your given name to get you to look at him. Maybe it was because of the mood, but it felt like it was just the two of you in this huge room. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at the thought of actually marrying Sabo and it wasn’t something he missed.
You rested your head on his chest, still slow dancing in his arms.
“I’ve been counting the days since I met you, Sabo.”
It was honestly all too much. Sabo didn’t know how the hell he was going to finish this mission without knowing if what you just said was just a response to his secret confession or if you actually reciprocated his feelings. But you said his name and not some corny nickname for the sake of the mission.
“Y/n, I’m not joking. I think I’m– no, I’m most definitely in love with you,” Sabo confesses, removing his hand from your waist to turn your head towards his. His gloved hand rested on your soft skin, his thumb grazing over your cheek.
“I really hoped you weren’t,” You started, “because I would’ve hated you if you were going this far just for a mission.”
Sabo laughed at your reply, more relieved than he thought he would be. You laughed too, glad to know the man you’ve been in love with for ages actually likes you back.
“Can we just leave? I just wanna spend the rest of the night with you,” Sabo said, his voice somewhat tight.
“Of course not! I’m not letting you leave this task unfinished,” You answered, checking to see Mr. Holloway's location. Although you couldn’t disagree, you wanted to drop everything and leave with Sabo. “But I do want to leave as soon as possible, so let’s just finish this right now.”
“Couldn’t agree more.”
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sweet pea x cooper!reader
feat. a generic & cliché soulmate!au + the bad writing & grammar mistakes u didn’t know u needed in ur life
part 1
When you were younger Polly used to tell you how lucky you were to have something distinctive marking your soulmate for you, pointing to the twenty odd students in her year level who bore a generic hey on their wrists. At least, as she’d pointed out a million times, when you meet your soulmate you won’t miss them like most people.
You, however, remained less than thrilled with the words of your soulmate branded on your wrist. You supposed it was a matter of pride. Midge Klump had ‘you’re really pretty’ written on her wrist. Betty had a childish offer to share crayons scrawled across hers. And you, meanwhile, were left with words condemning you to doing something utterly stupid when you met your soulmate.
It was embarrassing, and a deep insecurity over it had welled inside you since the words first appeared on your wrist – an anxiety unintentionally fostered by your parents who sought to hide your mark wherever possible. (Although, you supposed having ‘hey, what the hell are you doing’ marked on your skin wasn’t particularly helpful in preserving the Wholesome Perfect Cooper Family image your mother almost aggressively pursued).
For your thirteenth birthday you were given your grandmother’s old watch. It was a beautiful family heirloom that by all rights should have gone to Polly (she was, after all, the oldest and closest with your grandmother before her passing), and yet, with it’s gold band just wide enough to cover all of the words inscribed across your skin, it was gifted to you. Then of course there was the stream of long sleeved jumpers and coats always readily recommended whenever you had to leave for somewhere nice or important. Your mother had once spent two hours begging you to wear a long woollen cardigan in the middle of a scorching summer after the clasp to your watch had broken, for a family photo she’d planned on hanging in the house.
However as time went on you found yourself wasting fewer nights sleepless, pondering over the words on your wrist – and truth be told you had spent an inordinate number of nights sneaking into Betty’s room long after the both of you were meant to be asleep to gossip and free your wild fantasies about what they meant and how you’d meet/had met your soulmates (Betty was convinced hers was Archie Andrews, and both of you agreed that the ‘hey’ at the beginning of yours was “definitely significant” and the connotations it held over simple ‘what the hell are you doing?’).
You imagined that this change had less to do with a new spurt of self-confidence and rationality so much as it did the sudden death of Jason Blossom, your sister’s pregnancy by him and your parents attempts to hide her away at the Sisters of Quiet Mercy. A family disaster which occupied your thoughts until your insecurities and imaginings of dramatic and traumatic humiliation before meeting your soulmate were pushed to the back of your mind, until you thought of your soulmark very little at all.
And then Mr Andrews was shot by a psychopath calling himself the Black Hood and whilst the rest of the town occupied themselves with uncovering the murderer’s identity, you’d taken it upon yourself to help one Archie Andrews through his wannabe-vigilante phase occurring six years too late for him to fit into his old Batman costume.
Unfortunately for your sleep schedule, Operation Keep Archie From Doing Something (Else) Stupid came at the cost of late night runs into the Southside in the freezing cold with a stubborn redhead. Archie hadn’t said a word to you as you rushed out of your house clambered into his dad’s truck, almost ripping the door off in in your haste.
“Sup Andrews?” You offered casually (well, as casually as one could while red faced and still panting from the speed at which you’d sprinted across the street when, by pure chance as you were going to bed, you saw him sneaking out). “Going for a late night drive?”
Archie, to his credit, didn’t appear too surprised or put out by your sudden appearance. You supposed years of friendship and past experience had the most to do with the tired resignation on his face at you buckling yourself into the passenger seat, although you were somewhat thrown by his lack of argument. You and Arch hadn’t been on the best of terms in the past few days, what with your outspoken distaste for his new boyband, the Red Circle, causing some tension between the two of you.
“Go home, Y/N,” he grumbled half-heartedly, slumping forward to slam his head against the top of the steering wheel. Drama queen. You could see his hand already reaching to put the key in the ignition.
You responded by loudly clicking your seatbelt into place and beaming up at him.
“I’m serious. You shouldn’t be out now,” Archie said, proceeding to repudiate his own point as he started the car, leaving the headlights on low as he slowly and quietly drove out onto the street.
“And leave you all to yourself? Archie, please, your dad doesn’t keep any good music in the car, you’d die of boredom without me.”
“So, Bruce Wayne, what are we doing on the Southside?” you eventually broke the silence that had fallen after the first few minutes of the drive and your awkward attempts at conversation, as Archie began driving down a small, dimly lit street. “Because I don’t mean to criticise you for being directionally challenged, but we missed the turn off for Jug’s house like, ten minutes ago.”
Pulling up on the side of the road, Archie let the truck crawl a bit further before parking it in the least lit area of the street. “We’re not here for Jug – can you pass me my bag? – we’re sending the Black Hood a message.” Archie’s words punctuated sharply at the end as he pulled a spray can from the light backpack you handed him from where you’d hastily pushed it at your feet when you invited yourself on this road trip.
You nodded, mulling his words over. Ostensibly there were no weapons which meant that Archie’s plans for the night merely involved light vandalism rather than a full-blown attempt to hunt down his father’s attacker. Not that you approved of the plan, but you had to admit you were relieved and the sick feeling that had been turning in your stomach during the drive had calmed a bit.
Archie jumped out of the truck throwing his bag over his shoulder. Before closing the door, he seemed to hesitate and leaned in once more. “You should stay in the truck?” You were sure he intended his words to sound more assertive than they came out, but your withering glare you sent him as he started speaking was one which had long been perfected to force even Archie Andrews at his most stubborn to back down in an argument.
Almost as soon as you swung the door open you regretted your decision. Your chance spotting of Archie’s attempts to sneak out of the house on your way to bed had left you little time to change into more appropriate attire. The result was a bitter reminder that it was still winter and without the comfort of the heater in the truck, your oh so stylish outfit consisting of pyjama shorts, a ratty t-shirt you’d probably stolen from Polly or Betty years ago and your pink fuzzy rabbit slippers (which were far too treasured to be ruined in the gross street Archie was leading you down, but you liked the prospect of walking out barefoot even less) immediately pushed you into a feeling of discomfort and mild vulnerability.
Hurriedly composing yourself, you rushed to match Archie’s determined stride, though you were grimly aware that despite your best efforts you couldn’t have possibly looked to match the firm resolve set into the redhead’s face. On the contrary, it felt as though which each step you took, the brief respite of assurance in the turnout of tonight’s adventure began to feel more and more like a silly and naïve illusion. Almost every street Archie led you down was marked with the snake symbol proclaiming it to be Southside Serpent territory, and with every second Archie spent tagging the walls with a red circle, you could hear your mother’s voice ranting to your family over dinner about how dangerous and violent they were (these were usually followed with a subtle and snide dig at Jughead and FP which you and Betty faithfully rebuked. Unfortunately those rational arguments countering your mother’s claims were not what was running through your head at the moment).
“Archie,” you eventually started, “I don’t think this is such a good idea. I mean –” you broke off to jog after the boy in question as he ducked out from under the stairs where he’d left his latest masterpiece and continued his fast pace to the next street. “You don’t know the Black Hood is a Serpent, or if he’s even from the Southside. And someone’s going to have to clean all this up tomorrow – probably not the Black Hood, just some poor innocent bystander. Like this guy for instance!” Here, you paused to dramatically throw your hands in the air, beholding the doors on which Archie had continued his streak as Riverdale’s Banksy, although you were well aware that by this point Archie had completely tuned out your increasingly frantic hissing. “This dude’s probably just going about his life when he gets up tomorrow and BAM! His lovely clean” not really but you allowed yourself this stretch “doors have got this on them, probably ruining his morn–”
“Hey, what the hell are you doing?”
To your horror the voice cutting you off wasn’t Archie’s, and your head snapped around so quickly to its source you were surprised there wasn’t an audible crack. Or maybe there was one and you just couldn’t hear it over your heartbeat pounding in your ears, for standing at the corner of the street (and striding increasingly quickly towards you) were three Serpents. And, oh boy, did they look pissed.
And yet, Archie, brilliant, safety-conscious boy that he was, hadn’t even stopped his graffitiing. Instead he bit out a sharp rebuke and you swore you blacked out for a minute because the next thing you knew the tallest Serpent was in Archie��s face and holding a switchblade.
You opened your mouth. To say what? You hadn’t quite figured out yet. Getting out of tricky situations had never been your forte. Polly was the sweet talker in your family. Betty, too, was smart enough to have a series of arguments lined up almost instantly to win an argument in her favour. What would they do if they were here?
Nothing, probably, because they would have been smart enough to stop Archie from leaving the house instead of just going along with his plans.
Unfortunately at the same time you formulated a coherent and conciliatory response to defuse the situation, Archie pulled a gun out of his bag, so instead what came out was a squawky and undignified “Archie what the hell!”
“Who made a mistake?” Archie was saying, and the answer was you, apparently, by coming with him tonight.
It was pure luck that the threat was enough to force the Serpents away, never mind that Archie was holding the gun sideways like something out of a B-grade cop movie. But it was an opportunity you leapt at, immediately grabbing at the sleeve of Archie’s jacket and dragging him back in the direction you’d come. You were sure you were going to vomit, your heart was thumping almost painfully in your chest and you when you turned to see whether you were being followed and saw the tall ringleader had paused behind his companions and was turning back in your direction, you all but broke out into a sprint.
It wasn’t until you reached the truck that you dropped Archie’s arm, waiting by the door for him to grab the keys and unlock the truck for you. It was a simple act that was seemingly taking a long time as Archie was bent over resting on his knees. You doubted he’d intended to pull a gun out, and under other circumstances you’d normally attempt to coax him out of his shock, but at the moment you were too rattled yourself, too furious to even speak.
When he eventually collected himself and found the keys you wasted no time in clambering into the truck, immediately pushing yourself as far to the window as you could and crossing your arms across your chest, hoping he’d get the message. The need for silence was apparently mutual as Archie didn’t even look at you as he started the car and began the drive back.
Out of habit you rubbed your wrist with your soulmark, expecting the cool metal and small clinks in the metal band of your watch to pinch and rubs against your skin. But, of course, you were met only with the cold skin of your wrist, having taken off your watch when you changed into your night clothes and not having the chance to return it to its rightful place before rushing out of the house.
Archie remained silent as he sped towards home. The quiet hung heavy on you as you stared at the familiar words on your wrist, fleetingly illuminated for brief seconds under each street lamp you passed.
Hey, what the hell are you doing. The same words that had always been the cause of insecurity and self-consciousness were there as always. And yet, something was different tonight, the mark bringing with it a certain heaviness as your brain reeled, struggling to catch up with a revelation on the top of your head, an epiphany waiting to be realised.
What was it that Serpent had said before?
And there was something else your mind was searching for. Ah yes, the perfect phrase for this situation. What was it again?
Right.
Oh fuck.
#riverdale imagine#sweet pea imagine#sweet pea x reader#riverdale fanfic#sweet pea fanfic#riverdale x reader#this piece of writing reflects me bc it is crap and a mess and i too am best described as crap and a mess#also like i haven't written anything since i was 14 (maybe 13??????) and haha ha hahaha boy have i gone downhill#ps - what was a child that age doing on the internet someone invent a time machine and stop me#also pls forgive the billion mistakes in this it's like 2:30 and i have to get up at 5 tomorrow for work so pray for me and my bad decisions#hahaha yeah this is bullshit omg
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Umm hi I don’t know if you still take ACOTAR requests anymore but if you do can I request an azriel x reader where he’s in love with her and is afraid of rejection but he doesn’t know that she loves him too? 👉🏻👈🏻
hi nonnie, i’ll always accept an acotar request, hehe! did this in headcanon form, hope you don’t mind <3 it’s quite long and a little rough around the edges, but i hope you like it! ps. tumblr mucked up the formatting, some dot points don’t want to be indented. i hope it still makes sense x
when your and azriel’s paths crossed, it was the mother at work again. after mor, azriel didn’t think he’d ever have the strength for love again. the aching and the pining had taken their toll, and the appeal of the mating bond had faded. to feel it all again, to risk his heart like that again - he couldn’t. and yet, the mother saw fit that he would.
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he first met you in the palace of hoof and leaf, and it didn’t mean anything at the time; a stranger’s kindness, or if he indulged his cynicism, a hawker’s ploy. you were a commoner, a milkmaid who came to sell your products in the markets. he’d been at the neighbouring stall, waiting for the clerk to put together the only tea brew in prythian that could placate his migraines.
“sir, mr. shadowsinger, sir,” you called, “could i offer you a sample of my goat’s milk? maggie-may is very special, her milk can be just as good as a healer’s work, i swear it. try it, try it, sir.”
azriel looked you over, glad that cassian wasn’t here to make that particular moniker stick. one brow raised in dubiety, he nodded and held out his hand - might as well, he thought, tired and getting ever more desperate for his tea. this didn’t show outwardly, of course; azriel’s face was as neutral as ever, his shadows coiling about his talons. your gaze was expectant as he tried the sample, and while it was a little too earthy for his taste, he nodded all the same. perhaps it had encouraged you too much, because then you asked: “could i perhaps persuade you to buy a pint?”
azriel had no interest at all, yet he couldn’t help but notice the detail: your fraying sleeves, the imperfect glass bottles, the beginnings of dark circles under your eyes. and yet you were smiling, you were sweet, being very generous for someone who had to presumably make a living selling fresh products. not for the first time, azriel made a purchase that only someone of the inner circle could afford, and one that didn’t really benefit him. “i’ll take several,” he said, looking at the handful of wooden caddies, mostly still filled with milk bottles. “i’ll take it all.”
the clerk then handed azriel his brew while you stood there, wide-eyed and speechless, working through a range of emotions. at first you thought he was mocking you, but when he turned around again, fiddling with his coin pouch, you realised he was serious. “but, sir— maggie-may’s milk sure is delicious, but only in moderation— i couldn’t expect someone to buy it all—”
“as much as you’d let me, then,” he amended, being mindful not to impose or patronise. you bit your lip, trying to tally up the ultimate price, trying to gauge whether this man could even afford it. two gold, you said, trying your luck. azriel merely fingered his coins, placing the expected two and an additional three on the counter. he must’ve noticed your shock; you had frozen, after all, perhaps even stopped breathing. “since maggie-may is so special,” he drawled, earning a disbelieving laugh from you.
that night, cerridwen, nuala, and elain were very confused at the sight of bottles and bottles of milk laying in wait on the kitchen counter in the house of wind. the note - clearly by azriel’s neat hand - read: use within five days.
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from then on, you always engaged azriel when you spotted him in the market. you could never forget his generous first purchase, and so while he waited for the tea master to finalise his special brew, you would entertain him with an endless supply of free samples of new products. over the years, azriel saw your business extend from milk to also include cheese and soap. he learned unnecessary things about your cattle, such as the supposed social dynamics and - mother forbid - adultery that mr. sweet pea the goat seemed prone to. over time, azriel grew comfortable enough to share some of his stories and observations, the things he’s seen in other courts. it took a while to realise you had become more than his mere acquaintance, and perhaps it was because you were outside his usual spheres of the inner circle and his spy network. to have someone outside was new, and a little jarring at times. the different experiences, the contrasting perspectives - it was refreshing, and reminded azriel how far he’d come since his miserable youth. when he was with you, the stakes weren’t so high, the conditions not so dire. you were a spot of calm, a reminder that life could be something other than the court’s defense.
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one time when he visited - his tea no longer a requisite for him to make an effort to come in - you were noticeably subdued. “mr. sweet pea passed away,” you revealed, eyes wet and voice thick. something about that seized his heart, his shadows growing restless. “he was so special.” you actually said that about each of your cattle, something that azriel had started to find endearing, because he knew you really believed it.
social tact was not a strength of his - azriel knew he tended to be rigid and too formal - so he stumbled over some stilted condolences. it felt awkward and impersonal; azriel couldn’t empathise with the death of a pet, but he wanted to make it hurt less. he still remembered what the late goat had looked like the last time you had brought him in - an old thing, with a long beard and a mix of brown and black fur. strong, impressive horns, one which had a sizeable chip missing.
so that night, he did what he could and sketched that image he had in his mind, of mr. sweet pea looking very wise and ponderous, if a little tired. azriel’s time as spymaster had bestowed him a keen eye and dexterous fingers, allowing him to make the necessary sketches to give his colleagues a clearer picture when necessary - of maps, of creatures, of profiles. they tended to be a little rough and raw, nothing particularly artistic. he thought the same of his current piece, and hesitated over whether it was good enough.
when he finally gave you the sketch the next day, you went very still. he started stumbling over some excuses, but you soon interrupted him with a shaky breath. “this is so thoughtful, azriel. thank you so much.”
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azriel grew bolder, and interactions started to occur outside the markets. he’d invite you for tea, indirectly revealing one of his interests. he was a hard man to read, his expressions subtle when not stoic, but you learned. outside of professional matters, he was rarely straightforward, and tended to express his emotions in delicate, layered ways. his care for you was in the way he listened, how his attention never wavered when you were speaking with him. it was how he kept you close when you two navigated busy streets, how he lifted a wing over your head for cover when it rained, how he was content to spend time with you at your stall - sometimes for hours - despite his preference for quietude.
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when work took him away, you two would exchange letters. azriel didn’t realise how dangerous a thing it was, because you quickly became a very intimate and constant part of his life. the act of writing tricked him, making it easier to truly express his thoughts - there was no pressure of navigating the immediate reaction, no incentive to keep his words short. you managed to draw so much out of him. he was mindful of each letter of yours he received, keeping them safe and tied together with an old ribbon of yours he’d saved before you could throw it away. he would never admit it, but work abroad tended to be overwhelming: while secure in his network’s quality of intelligence, being in another’s territory always meant having to deal with various variables and vulnerabilities, usually unknown. maybe your letters would have made it all a little more manageable if they didn’t elicit such longing within him. your words made him smile, yes, but they also made his heart ache. he missed you.
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after a lengthy assignment in the dawn court, azriel was relieved to be back in velaris. his shadows swirled and whispered around his shoulders, eager to feel your presence too. he knew they fascinated you, how playful they could be sometimes. yet, azriel couldn’t find you at your empty market stall. it was odd - you hadn’t mentioned moving in your recent letters, and he couldn’t find you in any of the other market squares either. soon his shadows grew restless, embodying the concern that was rising.
he employed his spy network to find your farm, hoping it wouldn’t be too intrusive to just show up unannounced. you had mentioned some details in passing before - it was a modest place, with a small house and a meagre hill of grass to feed a handful of goats and sheep. the door was answered by two worried faces, who took one look at azriel and grew even more distressed. “our son— it’s not our son, is it? it can’t be— he just—”
“i’m here to see your daughter,” azriel interrupted, too preoccupied to remember polite niceties. they were confused, guarded, but let him through. the hallways were narrow, his wings often knocking against the wall sconces. he listened as they explained your condition - an illness had befallen you, leaving you bedridden for days. apparently a healer had told them it’ll pass with rest and water, and with that reassurance, azriel forced himself to remember his place. right in front of your closed door, he willed his shadows away from his face, called upon his familiar impassiveness. turning around to face your parents, he amended, “may i see your daughter?”
your room was dark, the curtains drawn. his heart raced as he heard your laboured breaths, and something pulled at him when he saw the small desk in the corner, an unfinished letter atop it. “azriel?” you whispered, voice sounding so small. “is it really you?”
he neared, taking a cautious seat on the side of the bed. you were shivering, but the thin sheet covering you stuck to your skin with sweat. “yes, it’s me, sweetheart,” he said, the endearment slipping out before he could stop it. his throat closed up immediately after, but your vague movements suggested you didn’t even realise, and that you weren’t all there. he could see the feverish blush high on your cheeks, even in the dim light.
“you’re too big for this room,” you mused softly, making azriel smile despite his worry. indeed, he had to bend down to avoid hitting his head, and keep his wings tucked in uncomfortably tight. he took your hand in his, and even in your feverish haze, you could register the roughness of his scarred hands, but they always handled you gently. “why didn’t you tell me in your letters?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. your discomfort was clear in your frown, in your downturned lips. noticing the basin on the bedside table, he took the damp rag on your forehead and dipped it into the cool water, wringing away the excess before gently placing it atop your head again.
“i… didn’t want to trouble you with… with something trivial. a few more days and… and i’ll be back to work.” a weak smile pulled at your mouth, and azriel gathered both of your hands in his again. he shook his head at your line of thinking.
“your health isn’t a trivial matter to me,” he said, leaning close and cupping your cheek. in hindsight, it was so obvious that he had been in love with you far longer than he thought. it was all so rueful, the fact that he had let it happen again. despite it all, he pressed a kiss to your hand, trying to ignore how it trembled. your smile strengthened then, tracing a finger over his brow and down the bridge of his nose. azriel took a deep breath to savour the touch, and soon you two were merely watching each other, azriel wondering what thoughts were running through your slightly added mind. your lids eventually started to droop, however, but still he stayed even when you fell asleep, taking care to change the cool rag when necessary. his shoulders slumped when his head fell into his hands, squeezing his eyes shut tight. with such a revelation, what was he to do from now on?
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azriel didn’t think he could be a good lover to you - even if he so very much wanted to be. his job took up so much of time, and it required him to be secretive. azriel wouldn’t ever be able to share everything with you, for the sake of keeping you safe. even if he could, there was just something in his nature that kept him reserved and pushed others away. there were so many things he’d rather leave in the past, and so many more that he wished he hadn’t been part of. there was that, but also his loathsome scarred hands - a reminder of those darker days. no matter how gentle, his touch would always scratch and scrape. once you took notice of how neglected they were, left to dry out and sometimes even scab, you took to work to concoct a nourishing lotion. “you have to be gentle with yourself, azriel,” you had once told him, gently applying the salve to his hands. they were rough but warm against your skin. “you do so much.”
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and so, everything he did with you was tinged with a hint of sorrow. he couldn’t bring himself to confront you with the severity of his feelings, but he also couldn’t quite remove you from his life - you had become a friend. you eventually noticed that he started to let his touches linger: when he hugged you, he’d curl arms and wings around you, enveloping you wholly; when you were near, his shadows would stretch toward you, as if revealing a hidden desire. when you reached for his hand, he would always grip it firmly, and when you came very close for some unimportant reason, his gaze would always linger on your face, flicking so often to your lips.
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one night you had invited him over to the farm, wanting to introduce him to the latest addition of your household: a baby goat, just over a week old. she was as white as snow, and kept nibbling at your hair as you held her in your arms. “what should we name her, azriel?” you had asked, too preoccupied to notice how tense he was, hands in his pockets. “i was thinking of marjorie, or maybe miss marjorie… hey, what’s wrong?” his face was unusually expressive, his shadows roiling about his talons as if in distress. putting down the goat, her legs still clumsy and gangly, you stepped closer to azriel, reaching out. he shook his head, trying to school his face but you knew him by now. your shoulders slumped, recalling his strange behaviour over the years - he was present in most ways, but avoidant in others. “i wish you’d talk to me, azriel,” you murmured, taking his hand and hoping he wouldn’t mind the dirt. “you mean so much to me.”
it all bubbled up then in that small barn, the light dim and the smell of earth pungent. you let out a rueful laugh, rubbing your eye. “i’m in love with you,” you said, very quietly at first. immediately you felt so naive to be doing this. the fact was that azriel came from a different life, one that saw him as a leader of the court, who worked with powerful and beautiful people, fae who were richer and stronger and vastly more interesting. azriel’s mere presence in your life was extraordinary enough. and yet, you had found yourself falling in love despite the impracticability of it, found yourself admiring his kindness, his quiet generosity, his strength and resilience and dry humour. you shifted, looking right into his eyes. even if your love was unrequited, he deserved to be told - if only to let him know that he indeed was loved by one more. “i’m in love with you. i don’t— i don’t expect you to say it in return, but i can no longer keep it to myself. i love you.”
that threw azriel. he had fantasised of course, indulged in the scenario. but now, as you waited for his response, his thoughts stuttered. what? he wanted to say, unable to believe what he actually so very desperately wanted to believe. you grew nervous as the silence lengthened, azriel’s face as stoic as ever. you shook your head, covering your mouth in regret. “i’m sorry, i— i shouldn’t have said anything—”
he gripped your shoulders tight, gaze intense and voice low. “i also love you.”
“why do you say it like it’s a bad thing?” the solemnity which had tinged your relationship for some time was subtle, but you had felt it, and it had bothered you.
azriel’s hands came up to cup your face, and he quickly shook his head. “it’s not,” he said, he urged. “it’s not, it’s not.” and then his lips met yours, chapped and rough, kissing you slowly, thoroughly, firmly. the conviction made your heart melt, and you gripped his wrists, feeling his racing pulse and caressing it, kissing him back, standing on your toes, letting him steal your breath. “i love you so much, sweetheart,” he sighed against your lips, nose brushing against yours. you went to reply but then azriel had claimed your mouth again, one hand snaking around to your back and the other to the nape of your neck. the light shifted behind your closed eyes as his wings came down to envelope the both of you, and your fingers reached to tangle in his hair, to trace the shells of his ears.
when you two parted again, his grin was lopsided and a little wry. “i just couldn’t believe it,” he murmured, his eyes shining with emotion. why not? you wanted to ask, wondering what it was that had held him back for so long, but decided to delay it for another day. all you could do was hug him tighter, just glad for the sight of his smile and the feeling of his relief. glad for his happiness.
#acotar x reader#azriel x reader#acotar imagine#acotar fanfic#ugh this isn't my best but otherwise i'll never post D:#also a big f.u. to tumblr formatting
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Heyo hun can i request a NCT 127 scenario please? 🥺 where the foreigner fem!reader is the same age as haechan and they're both gemini's (reader late may - haechan early june) and they're a lot a like to the point where they're known as the nct twins. johnny is basically their dad. lmaoo.
(ps. reader doesn't refer the boy as hyungs.)
if you don't feel like it that's fine hun. 🥺❤
nct 127 | gemini twins
synopsis: you’re the same age as donghyuck and both of you are very similar, to the point you both are known as the ‘twins of nct’ amongst the group
genre: fluff, platonic, slight humor, one-shot
pairing: nct x foreign!fem!reader
tw: none except for a bit of swearing
a/n: hi sweet pea! thanks for requesting, i really appreciate it <3 this one in particular was a little specific so i apologize if there’s some parts i missed! with that i hope you enjoy!
btw, anything in italics and bold is in english :)
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“do you think johnny hyung will kill us if we do this??”
“last time we did, he almost cremated us into paste. let’s do it,”
“hell yeah,”
you and the little sunshine himself, lee donghyuck, we’re currently hovering over your tired leader’s sleeping expression, while setting up alarm clocks around him strategically.
both of you guys were known as “the twins of nct”, with the two of you being gemini’s and similar in personality, that name was bound to come around. the slightly younger male next to you snickered as he set up the alarm clocks, and fleeing along with you once it was all set up.
once the two of you got into a safe position, you looked at the timer on your phone, and the alarm clocks were going to set off in 5 minutes. sure you got an earful from doyoung and mark cussed you out in english, but it was worth seeing their funny reactions.
the tan-skinned male pulled out a small tablet and turned on the screen, and what appeared on the screen was camera viewings of each member’s rooms, all of them sleeping soundly, unknowing of the danger that awaits them.
both of you snickering quietly to yourselves, you both sat on the couch, awaiting the amazing reactions that was gonna come from your fellow bandmates, but you both were unknowing on the figure standing behind you.
“what are the two of you doing?” johnny, one of the older members asked you suspiciously, making you both freeze up and turn around nervously. “o-oppa! uh— well we were just- y’know—“
“AHHH WHAT IS THAT SOUND—“
your statement was quickly interrupted when you heard the familiar voice of your fellow member jungwoo. both you and the soft-faced male both turned over to the screen with excited smiles, while johnny tried to peer over your shoulders to see what you two were looking at.
“what did the two of you do this time?” he questioned, as if you guys were some sort of criminals. “just gave them a nice good morning greeting~” the sunshine maknae said cheekily while he was watching his members catastrophe in the cameras.
despite the fear and terror that ran through your bodies when entering the member’s rooms, it was so worth the risk. jaehyun was trying to calm down a screaming jungwoo, your leader knocked over various things on his nightstand which hit mark on his toes, but the cherry on top was yuta desperately trying to turn off the alarms with his sleeping mask still on, running into taeil on the way as well.
you and the devilish maknae exploded with euphoria, you could feel tears of joy pricking at the corners of your eyes while donghyuck was hunched over his seat laughing out loud. johnny just sighed, growing tired of your guy’s antics, but he could feel the small smile teasing the corners of his lips.
after the whole fiasco went down, all of the members went downstairs and you laughed even more at their tired and sleepy faces. they looked angry, but you knew deep down that they actually didn’t have the energy to be mad at you.
the first one to speak up was none other than taeyong himself. “did you brats start this whole thing?” he questioned in a somewhat intimidating tone, but his tough facade soon fell after he saw the both of you laugh even more, making his face light up a bit.
in between huffed pants, a familiar cute voice answered. “y-yes, hyung! it was us!” donghyuck replied, still trying to catch his breaths while you were already gone on the couch. “why did you guys do that!? i was just sleeping after staying up last night!” mark yelped out in a distressed voice, automatically switching to english, so you assumed the statement was directed towards you. “s-sorry mark! we just wanted to prank you guys a bit..” You said still recovering from your laughter, which can be seen through your stuttery tone. you were born and raised in a country that spoke english, so you obviously knew how to speak it.
before the other members could counter, a voice of reason spoke up. “alright guys let’s just get ready for the day, at least y/n and donghyuck are ready for training,” johnny said as-a-matter-of-factly, leaving the other members dumbfounded.
“hyung but they—“
“did i stutter?”
“ON IT—“
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“hey give me the strawberry mochi,”
“no i’m not, donghyuck.”
“why not???”
“because i’m older than you,”
“yeah by like only two weeks,”
“still,”
“both of you just shut up and eat your food,” doyoung said a bit irritated by your guy’s bickering, making the two of you chuckle cheekily as you went back to eating your food. you and the boys just finished rehearsing your newest comeback, superhuman. it was a nice change of pace for a song, given that it was very positive and energetic.
“hey y/n— aren’t you gonna visit the dreamies with haechan soon?” johnny asked you, while you were munching on your delicious cold snack. you swallowed the food and replied. “yeah we will, right after lunch actually,”
“the two of you are lucky, i can’t see them any time soon,” mark said sulkily, making you chuckle. “must suck to suck, mark,” “shut up.” mark said while playfully punching you in the shoulder, which resulted in you punching him back. your little banter was soon interrupted when a familiar voice ringed in your ears.
“ay what’s up twins of nct!?”
“eyyyy jaemiiiiin!!”
you and sunny hyuck got up excitedly to be met with the two members of nct dream, na jaemin and huang renjun. you all did a signature handshake you came up with and laughed while the 127 brothers watched you guys with happy smiles. “how have you guys been?” the chinese boy asked curiously while donghyuck waved him off. “pssh! we are fiiine~ mark was being annoying as always,”
“i’m right here!”
“i know~”
the flirt of the dreamies just chuckled and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, much to your surprise. “well let’s go! chenle and jisung planned some awesome things back at the dorm, and jeno is cooking some good food too!” jaemin exclaimed, but his smile disappeared when he heard the familiar sound of someone clearing their throat and putting their hand on his shoulder.
“and will you kiddos cause any trouble? i don’t want managers to come and cause some more chaos while you guys are away.” taeyong asked sternly to the younger male, causing him to gulp the lump in his throat. “w-well hyung- we were gonna just play games and stuff...” he said nervously while you silently snickered at him. you knew taeyong just didn’t want anything bad happening to you, considering that jaemin made a particularly inappropriate joke that quite literally almost landed him in the wrath of mom taeyong.
“are you sure about that, jaemin?”
“yes i’m sure!”
“don’t worry about it taeyong, they won’t do anything.” johnny said while approaching the duo, making jaemin sigh in relief. taeyong just sighed and let go of jaemin’s shoulder. “alright, but if you brats do anything i’m gonna—“ “taeyong.”
the leader slightly froze at johnny’s words and didn’t say anything further. but when johnny walked away, he turned back to renjun and jaemin and said seriously, but cutely. “i’m watching you.” in english before walking out of the room.
all four of you stood there confused for a moment before letting out joyous laughs. all of you were hunched over trying to catch your breaths while jaemin wiped a tear from his eye. “holy cow hyung is scary! i thought i was gonna die!”
“mhm, i don’t blame ya. however he does have a point, if you do anything to y/n i swear on yo fuckin yEEZY’S—“
“hyuck, not the time.” you said sternly at the slightly younger gemini, making him smile cheekily. this overprotective brother side of his really was something. “fine fiiine~ but still, i see you, jaemin.”
“alright alright i won’t do anything!”
“come on guys let’s just go, we don’t wanna keep the others waiting.” renjun said excitedly while running off, making the three of you trail behind him in pure joy, ready for the fun that’s about to start.
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ANNND DONE! thanks for the request again! this one was really fun to write for, sorry if i did miss anything though i promise i didn’t mean it qwq
this is @/krysphycookiez logging off... ♡︎
#fanfic#kpop fangirl#kpop scenarios#kpop#x reader#author#request#nct x reader#nct flirt line#nct fluff#nct members#nct reactions#nct scenarios#nct 127#nct 19th member#jaemin#renjun#haechan#yuta#taeil#doyoung#johnny#mark#taeyong#jaehyun#jungwoo
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Just a Couple of Notes (Sweet Pea x Reader)
Hello friends! Sorry for the inactivity, I've had a lot going on and have been dealing with mental health but I haven’t forgotten you! I was so happy to come on today and find that someone has messaged me a request, my first one yay - so I should get that out soon! This is a lil idea I had late one night, I didn’t really know I was going with it but wanted to get something out and actually kinda like it!! (just a warning bc the plot is a bit naff lol) Love you all sm - stay safe and healthy xxx <3
Word Count - 2300
Warnings - umm not that I can think of! An odd plot maybe? Too fluffy? Very OOC Pea?
Summary - you write notes to SP when you start work at Pops, it’s not long before he responds. But then there’s a bump in the road!!
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You're move to Riverdale was a quick decision made by your parents in Autumn when a new job opportunity arose. Within a week you were packed up and moving to the town leaving behind your friends, other family members and the quiet life you had gotten used to.
Riverdale was an odd place to you. You were used to the comforts and quirks of your hometown and for that reason your attention felt drawn to the awkwardness and divide and, what seemed to be lurking beneath the surface in your new neighbourhood.
It was about a week after your move that you had noticed the 'help wanted' sign in the window of Pops and were pushed to apply by Jughead who you had met the first night you had come to town. Besides Jug, you kept yourself to yourself, limiting your interactions to with your family and customers. Of course, it wasn't for others lack of trying, often Betty or one of Jughead's other friends would talk to you. However, you knew that when you were old enough, you would move back to your hometown so didn't want to create too many ties.
That all changed when Sweet Pea started frequenting the diner.
He had come in asking for Jughead before noticing him in the corner and hurrying over. The way he sat with his shoulders hunched over and stony expression was intriguing to you, but you were quick to learn that he was as much of a 'mystery' as you were.
He always wore black in some way, had dog-tags round his neck that you longed to wrap your hand around and a curl on his forehead that you wanted to push back into place. If it wasn't for the few times that you saw him with Fangs and Toni, you would have thought him incapable of feeling joy but the way his face broke into a smile and his laugh carried across the diner was enough to make anyone's heart beat faster.
You were smitten with a boy you didn't know, the boy who was pegged as 'trouble' by Jughead when you asked about him.
Soon your want to know him overtook your want to keep to your solitude and that was when the notes started - that way you could still keep him at a distance.
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It was around 8pm on a Sunday that the first instance happened as Sweet Pea came to pay for his groups dinner. You had heard him complaining earlier that evening about how his English teacher was going to fail him if he didn't pass his next test with flying colours and you had subsequently spent your break writing out quotes from the book Jug had mentioned they were studying and exam tips you had found on google.
You passed the napkin to him along with his receipt and quickly left to serve another group (and avoid any embarrassment) missing the look on confusion on his face.
As you finished serving the table you turned back around you met his gaze as he reached the door. He threw you a quick wink and walked out leaving you standing with your heart racing and head spinning.
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For you it became common place after that day. Whenever Pea visited the diner, he left with a little note on a napkin that you wrote on your break. The notes ranged from help with school when you had overheard he was struggling to random facts you found or occasionally a cheesy pick up line. If you plucked up the courage to look, you often saw him smiling down at the notes when he thought no one was looking which made it worth it. You didn't expect a response, but it was something fun to do, and although the thought crossed your mind that maybe he it was making him feel awkward, he hadn't told you to stop so you continued.
He didn't respond, until one day he did.
You had just closed up for the night and were cleaning the tables when you noticed a napkin on the table where he had been sitting. You had given him a list of songs to listen to that day, slipped it onto the table as they paid and you hadn't seen anything then so were wondering if Sweet Pea had thought it odd and left the note but as you approached you saw the writing was not as light as yours. It had more of a scrawl to it.
'Don't walk home over the bridge today - Sweet Pea
PS. I like (your favourite band) and I like getting these notes :)'
And that's how your interactions were from that point onwards, he gave you a warning or a place to stay away from and sometimes something personal about him and you gave him a fact or compliment or anything you could think of. It wasn't much but it suited you both and you had had a few conversations with Toni and Fangs about how much he liked you and now a bigger part of you wanted to stay.
That was until Josie came along.
You had met Josie before, a couple of times, but your conversations were always limited to taking her order and the general waitressing 'stuff'. She seemed nice enough, but you hadn't seen her with a serpent before and since you were home schooling you didn't even know she knew them (besides Jug).
She sat with Pea for hours. Just the two of them. They spoke in whispers and you often caught at least one of them sending you quick glances. You did not want to infringe on them so let one of the other waitresses serve them both ignoring her questions on why there was a sudden change.
You thought back to all the longing looks, all the flirting both in notes and over your waitressing and of the fact it all was or at least seemed reciprocated.
That was the first time since you had first served him that he left without a note.
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He didn't come in again for another week or so. Everything was getting on top of you and your plan to move back 'home' was once again in your mind despite weeks of not speaking to your 'friends' or thinking of your life before Riverdale.
You felt odd. You knew that you had no ties to this place besides Jug but one part of you thought your plans to move away were based on the actions of Sweet Pea rather than your lack of connections.
You knew that you had no real relationship with the boy, it was only notes passed back and forth. You couldn't claim to know him or be his friend as you hadn't exactly spoken much but one part of you felt drawn to him and hurt that he didn't feel that too - he would rather step out with Josie.
If looks could kill, in that moment, both Sweet Pea and Jughead would be dead from each other’s stares. Jug was your confidant on all Sweet Pea matters. He had listened to you gush about how adorable Sweets was and in the last week had listened to your complaints. He knew that the actions of Sweet Pea may drive you to leave and he desperately did not want you to leave.
So here in the diner at 11pm, glares were thrown towards Pea by Jug who was sat with you whilst you were on your break. And glares were thrown right back in his (or your?) direction by Sweet Pea who had settled in a booth by himself.
You were the only one working that night so knew that you would have to serve him eventually so as your break ended, and Jug left the diner you walked over to him.
'what can I get you?' you said breaking the unsettling silence.
'Just the usual please.'
'And what would that be?' You knew his order. Of course you did. But part of you felt spiteful and hurt and you wanted him to feel that too. But you regretted it immediately when he turned to you with a look of sadness on his face.
'Come on Y/N. You know my order. I've only not been in for a week.' Maybe he was trying to joke to get rid of the tension.
'Yeh maybe I do and maybe in the week you've been MIA, you've forgotten that we don't serve food after 11. So, I'll ask again, what can I get you?'
'Just a chocolate shake please.'
You walked off to make the drink but were pulled back by a strong hand and a falsely strong voice. 'When were you going to mention in one of you notes that you're dating Jughead Jones?'
You scoff. 'When were you going to mention you're dating Josie McCoy?' You pulled your arm out of his grip. And turned to look at him. He looked confused. 'Yanno Sweet Pea, you were here last week with her? Has your memory gone?'
'I'm not dating her.' He splutters out.
'You know what Sweet Pea; I don't care who you're dating or not dating. It was only a couple of notes between us. So, I'll just go make your shake and you can sit here if you want or leave if you would prefer. And when you come back next week I won't be here.' You leave to make his shake but when you come back, he is not there, but a napkin is in his place.
'Sorry - SP'
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A couple of days later you were packing all your bags in the back of a rented pickup truck, ready to take a long road trip back to your hometown with Jughead. When he arrived, you said goodbye to your family and jumped in the passenger’s seat, Jug had agreed to take the first shift.
You made light conversation and sung along to the radio for about 20 minutes before you noticed that Jug was taking a wrong turning.
'You're going the wrong way.'
'Y/N, please don't hate me. He made me do this.'
'Okay Jug, what's going on, you're scaring me.'
'You know you said that Josie and Sweet Pea had been in Pops? Well, it's not what it seems. Just listen to him yeh?'
'Jughead Jones where am I?' He guided you out of the truck and led you down a path into what appeared to be a small forest. 'you better not be murdering me Jones.' You joked. 'I was going to road trip with you and all.' He rolled his eyes and remained silent.
He had led you to a clearing, told you to wait there and then ran off.
'Jones.' you shouted. 'Jones, come back here. Stop messing this isn't funny.'
'Did you know that the inventor of the frisbee was cremated and turned into a frisbee when he died.'
You jumped and turned around, shocked at the new voice in the quiet forest. 'Sweet Pea? What are you doing here?'
'Did you know that 12 bodies were found in Benjamin Franklin’s basement? You wrote that when i was studying for History.' You looked down and saw in his hands a pile of papers. Napkins.
'Here's one of my favourites - Do you know how much a polar bear weighs? Enough to break the ice. I'm Y/N. That was one of the first notes you gave me, remember?' You nod. 'Well thing is, it was never 'only a couple of notes' to me. I really like you, or I think I like you from what you've said about yourself in the notes. Just tell me now, did I read it wrong? I know you're leaving, I just wanted you to know.' His voice remained strong throughout, but his eyes did not hold the same confidence.
'What about Josie?'
'What about Jughead?' he retorts but quickly breaks into a smile and shows he was joking. 'Me and Josie aren't a thing. We used to be. I really liked her, but she didn't like me and then last week she came and told me that she suddenly did. But I told her I have a thing for this amazing girl who knows too many pickup lines and facts about dinosaurs.'
'really?'
He cleared his throat and looked down at a piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket. 'do you have a band aid?' you look at him confused. 'because i scraped my knee falling for you.'
You break out in a smile and walk closer to him, reaching out to his hands and then running yours up his arms and resting them on his shoulders 'Maybe let's leave the pickup lines to me. What google search found you that one?'
He pulled you closer and wrapped his other hand around your waist. 'I searched -how to get the pretty, witty, lovely waitress to fall for me-.' You giggled and brought your hand to rest on his cheek. You saw pure adoration in his eyes and hoped he saw the same in yours. You lent in and gently placed your lips on his in a quick and innocent kiss. When you pulled back and opened your eyes, he was smiling the brightest smile.
A question came into your mind as you noticed all the napkins strewn across the floor, you looked up with him through your lashes with your head tilted and asked. 'Did you really keep all my notes?'
'Like I said Princess, they are more than just notes to me.'
You felt complete and knew that in a couple of hours you would be unloading all your stuff again back in Riverdale because there really was something to stay for.
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Hii! I'm soo happy that I finally found someone who writes for FMAB 😊 Could you write a scenario in which Alphonse takes care of the sick fem!reader? With lots of cuddles? 🥺I'm sorry if this doesn't make sense, English isn't my first language.. Sorry for the mistakes. Good luck with your blog! ❤️
[a/n: Thank you for the request! This is such a cute prompt for Alphonse ♡ I hope you don’t mind that I wrote it on the basis that he has his original body back, if that wasn’t what you were thinking then feel free to let me know. enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ps. I hope you don’t mind the little twist at the end]
Unlimited Cuddles and Kisses Alphonse Elric x fem!reader
The sudden rise in heat of the room made you groan, tugging the blanket off of your body. Looking over at the clock with heavy eyes, you groaned. It was 6am, the early morning light was starting to stretch over Central City. The golden beams of sunlight slipping through the window shades. With a huff, you laid back against the pillows. Trying to take a calming deep breath was difficult, you found your nose congested and plugged.
“This can’t be happening...” You croaked, eyes widening at the raspy feeling in your throat. This couldn’t be good. You wanted to get up but your limbs felt like lead weights. Deciding to try and sleep it off, you flipped your pillow so the cool side was up. Snuggling into the cool material, letting the haze in your mind take over and falling into a rather deep sleep, meaning that when the landline rang a couple hours later...you were none the wiser.
“Al just quit worrying! She’s probably still asleep or something!” Edward groaned as he continued to read some book he picked up about Alkahestry.
“But this is the third time I’ve tried, Brother! She’s usually up by now...” Al stressed, worry clear in his voice as he put the phone receiver back down. Edward sighed, putting his book down and slipping into ‘big brother mode.’
“How about we stop by before heading over to Central command? We can see what’s going on.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
And they did just that. When they reached your door, the newspaper was still on the doorstep which meant that you hadn’t left home at all today. Ed took initiative and knocked.
“Hey (y/n)! It’s Ed and Al!” When there was no answer, he knocked again. “We just wanted to check up on you!” Still no answer. Al fished your apartment key from his pants pocket and unlocked the door.
“(y/n)! Darling, we’re coming in!”
“A-alphonse?” The quiet groan that came from your room confused the two.
You pulled your self up from the bed and sluggishly made your way to the threshold, weakly leaning against the door frame. “What are you guys doing here?” Your question was followed by a multitude of coughs.
“You can head over to Central without me, Ed.” Alphonse made his way over to you and resting the back of his hand against your forehead. His suspicions confirmed as he felt your burning and clammy skin against his. “It seems like I’m gonna have my hands full here.”
“Okay, call if you need anything. I hope you get better (y/n).” He could clearly tell you were ill. And with that, Ed made his way out.
“Now let’s get you back into bed.” He cooed as he wrapped an arm around you and led you back into your room.
“Al I’m fine, you don’t need to-” You were interrupted by another coughing fit.
“You were saying?” He smugly rose an eyebrow as he helped you get into bed.
“Oh shut up...” You shivered. You couldn’t handle it. First it felt like you were on fire and now you were freezing cold. Alphonse seemed to notice and then you were suddenly enveloped in the warmth of a blanket.
“Okay, now you lay down then.” He gently pushed you towards the pillows. “And I’ll be right back.” He reached out and gently pet your hair before heading into your kitchen and filling a bowl with warm water, soaking a clean cloth in it. Making sure to grab you a glass of orange juice for good measure. His heart ached seeing you lie in bed, face scrunched up in pain. He wrung out the towel and placed it on your forehead.
“That feels nice.” You hummed in satisfaction. He tucked you into bed, making sure you were as warm as possible.
“I never I thought I’d take breathing for granted...I miss being able to breathe correctly.” He could see the frustration in your eyes, tears starting to fill your beautiful orbs.
“I-I’m so sorry (y/n). I wish I could use alchemy to make this go away.” He cupped your face in his hand, his thumb gently running over your cheekbone.
“You don’t need alchemy to help me, Al. You being here is enough.” You whispered while nuzzling into his warm palm.
“Are you sure? Is there anything else I can do?” His golden eyes seemed to glimmer in the afternoon light as he removed the cloth from your forehead.
“Hmmm...” You pretended to be deep in thought. “How about unlimited cuddles and kisses?” He could never deny you anything when you looked up at him with those puppy dog eyes.
“Anything for you my love.” He changed into the extra pair of pajamas he kept at your place and changed before climbing into bed beside you. He pulled you into his chest, resting his chin on your head. A smile growing on his lips when he felt you snuggle into him. He occasionally placed butterfly kisses on whatever expanse of skin he could, enjoying the giggles and shivers he roused out of you.
“You know what happened earlier?” You asked, voice slurring a bit.
“No. What happened?” His hand was combing through your hair, fingertips stopping to massage your scalp.
“I swear I saw Xiao-mei.”
“Xiao-mei?” He pulled away a bit, looking down at you. “The little panda? Xiao-mei?”
“What other one, silly?” You giggled. “I wonder how her and Mei are doing?” Your demeanor changed from giggly to thoughtful so fast, it almost made his head spin.
“I think that fever is still messing with you, (y/n).” He chuckled. “Last time I checked, they were both doing fine. No need to worry, sweet pea.” The peck he placed on your nose made your face scrunch up once more. “Now get some rest.”
“Thank you for staying with me, Al. I love you.” Your voice was so soft and genuine, it made him blush.
“I love you too, (y/n).” He kissed the crown of your head and hugged you tighter. There you slept warmly until the next morning when you were woken by a sneeze, then another, and another.
“Alphonse?” You asked as you followed the source of sniffles and found Al in your bathroom blowing his nose.
“Oh hey.” He turned to you, the tip of his nose was pink. “How are you feeling?” The congestion in his voice made you frown.
“Better...but I think it’s time for you to get back into bed. I think you caught my cold.”
“What do you mean, I’m just fine.” You would’ve believed him if he hadn’t sneezed again.
“Come on, I’ll make you some tea.” You patted his shoulder and led him back into the bed. Keeping your promise and making the tea before joining him in bed and tugging him into your embrace.
“I guess this calls for more cuddles.” He played coy as he snuggled into your chest, arms wrapping around your waist.
“It is the best medicine.” You blushed, running your hand through his golden locks.
#fullmetal alchimist brotherhood#fmab#fullmetal alchemist brotherhood x reader#fmab x reader#alphonse elric x reader#anon ask#anon#request
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i’m BEGGING ON MY KNEES - Kuroo and Oikawa with a girlfriend, who seems really intimidating (bitch face, e-girl/baddie style) at first, but in reality she’s just a big softie? 🥺 ps your blog is so nicely organised, holy crap
my two favourite boys ! I favoured this w an alt kinda egirl style bcus my inner emo kid jumped out oops
tysm love !!
having an intimidating s/o who’s actually a big softie.
‣ pairing : kuroo, oikawa x fem reader. (separate)
‣ headcanons.
‣ warnings : cursing cus I have a mouth.
oikawa tooru.
- i’m ngl one of the reasons he started courting you in the first place was because of your style
- he thought you were pretty badass compared to all the other girls he typically had flocking around him
- he was destined to be a simp from the start
- after you two started talking and growing closer, he realized you actually had quite the soft and sweet personality
- your dark clothes and rbf couldn’t intimidate him anymore!
- at....at least not as much as they did before !
- he actually really enjoys how he feels like he gets your soft side all to himself
- it’s like your his own personal teddy bear and the mf adores it
- he’ll probably definitely tease you about it
- “you can be kinda scary looking, (name)-chan. who would’ve thought you’re such a softie!”
- you two compliment eachother surprisingly well
- despite his height, when he’s not on the court, oikawa can be rather soft and sweet looking himself
- and then he turns out to be a total shithead
- and you’re like the exact opposite !
- it’s a cute dynamic ok it’s the cutest dynamic
- literally smothers you in affection you’re so mfing cute to him
- you’re like an grumpy looking puppy to him and he’s ?? whipped hes so whipped
kuroo tetsurou
- you two are one in the same
- kuroo? scary looking, kinda emo
- you? scary looking, kinda emo
- kuroo? actually this huge dork with a surprisingly goofy and bright personality
- you? actually this big softy with a super sweet personality.
- two peas in a pod !
- I feel like he wouldn’t be all to shocked when he found out you weren’t really as intimidating as you looked
- hes got the same kinda vibe, plus, hes not one to totally judge on appearances
- everyone’s got their own thing going on after all !
- definitely enjoys your soft side though
- much like oikawa, kuroo sees you like a grumpy looking puppy
- and mf it’s so cute to him it takes every bit of his control to not pinch your cheeks when you’ve got that angry little face of urs going
- people are so intimidated when you guys are together holy shit
- like . pretty couple, angry resting faces, closet emos you are not people to be fucked with and it’s just an unspoken rule
- oh my god but ur sooooo soft when ur alone together
- like it’s just endless kisses and hand holding and teasing and just the goofiest relationship
- probably not much pda? hand holding / kuroo having an arm around you and the occasional back hug
- you two have a rep after all 🥱
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Fred x Reader - Break
Omg can I request baking with Fred Weasley? Sneaking into the kitchens at hogwarts on a night time with him and just baking. Fred being annoying (but cute) and eating the food before it’s ready. Having mini food fights. The whole shebang. Ps I love you and your stuff, it’s kept me going through my dark moments and I would like to say thank you. You helped me without even knowing or meaning to and you’re my angel x
A/N: I just want to say you are so amazing and strong and you pushed through your dark times with your own strength and I am proud of you but I am so happy that I have been able to make those moments easier on you or that I was able to help in some way, keep going strong sweet pea! xoxo Message me if you ever need anything!
With the news of Sirius Black breaking out of Azkaban, everyone was on edge. Yet it didn’t seem as severe as the heavy feeling that the dementors brought as they patrolled the school grounds, their tattered cloaks hiding their gruesome appearance but not helping to remove the depressing air they spread with them.
You had been especially withdrawn lately. Your surroundings affected your mood more than you wanted to admit but Fred was tuned into your emotions, even the slightest change and he knew. You hadn’t ever been in a relationship before where your significant other could notice such small differences in your demeanor. It was a challenge at first, you’d been unwilling to lean on Fred, worrying that he would grow tired of you.
Fred was stubborn though and had stuck by you, getting you to trust him to a point where you could confide in him without worrying that he would be bothered. Once you had reached that point you realized it took a weight off of your shoulders, sharing your burdens and stresses with Fred. He did the same and you both held each other up with no complaint.
Today was a particularly hard day and Fred could tell by the way you sighed every so often, scribbling in your notebook just to break up the monotony of the day and the waves of your ever changing emotions.
“Hello my sweet girl,” Fred said gently, kissing your cheek as you lifted your legs from their spot on the couch as he automatically slid underneath, hands hooking beneath your thighs as he tugged you closer. Tossing your notes to the side you wrapped your arms around his neck as you made yourself comfortable against him, face nuzzled against the junction of his shoulder and neck.
“Hello my silly boy,” You said back, a small smile appearing if only for a moment.
“You doing alright?” He asked, hand skating up and down your back in an easy rhythm that had your eyes feeling heavy as you let the pressure and stress of the day melt.
“‘Course, Freddie,” You mumbled, your breath warm on his neck as you spoke. “I’ve just been so drained. I don’t have a reason to be upset really I”m just not feeling my best. Everything is so tense nowadays, I can’t go to class without students whispering about Black’s escape and how he is going to gut some kid or go after Harry. It’s hard to focus when there seems to be so much chaos everywhere. And quite honestly, I hate those dementors, they’re creepy,”
Fred gave an exaggerated shiver. “I have to agree with you there love, they aren’t going to be winning any pageants or awards for hospitality and warmth any time soon.” You let out a giggle and Fred was proud of himself. “But hey, you’re safe here, we all are. You know Dumbledore won’t let anything happen to us.”
You fell into a comfortable silence, nodding your agreement. You trusted Dumbledore and the staff, your teachers were able and your headmaster was legendary. You couldn’t help but feel like darker times were ahead however and it had put you in a funk you couldn’t kick even if Fred’s words gave you comfort.
Some time later, after falling in and out of a nap, Fred shook you, standing as he lifted you with him. Suddenly being in the air startled you and you squealed, clinging to your boyfriend. “Come on, I have an idea,”
You groaned, “I don’t want detention again,” You whined as Fred carried you out of the common room. “But it doesn’t seem i have a choice,” You figured as Fred kept an arm steady underneath your knees, the other around your midsection as you kept your arms around his neck.
“Have you no faith in me?” Fred teased, pinching your thigh lightheartedly.
You laughed and rolled your eyes as he continued to walk. To say you were surprised when he let you go after arriving in the kitchens was accurate. You didn’t think there had been a single occasion in all your time together where he had whisked you away to the kitchens. You were surprised because it was empty at this time of night. Fred didn’t like empty, it meant there was no audience.
You gave him a quizzical look and he grinned, giving you a chaste kiss as he began to rummage through the cabinets and drawers. “We,” He declared as he lifted a canister of flour hi into the air, “Are going to make cupcakes,”
You couldn’t help but feel appreciation for Fred right then. Cupcakes were your favorite, and baking was a nice release for you. You hadn’t expected him to know you needed something like this.
However, you weren’t sure what you expected of your jokester of a significant other. “If you keep up with that we won’t have enough batter to bake more than one cupcake!” You scolded as he tossed a scoop of the chocolate batter in to the air, trying to see if he could catch the sweet mass before it made a mess. Needless to say, he had only succeeded in making himself a mess.
You paused from where you were filling a tin with cupcake wrappers to grab your boyfriend by his tie, holding him in place. “Scourgify,” You muttered, tapping your wand playfully against his nose as the batter disappeared from his sticky fingers and mouth.
“You’re the sweetest thing in this room,” He smiled as he grabbed your hips before you could return to baking. You rolled your eyes but accepted his kiss eagerly.
“That would be you,” You decided after tasting him. If it was anything to go by, these cupcakes were going to be scrumptious. Fred winked but settled down a bit. You wished it would have lasted.
You had successfully baked the cupcakes and set them out to cool without any more shenanigans but the waiting bored your boyfriend. You were content to sit and wait but he was full of an energy that had never seemed to leave him, no matter the situation. Knowing he could hold his faith even in difficult times helped you as well.
Fred asked to do the frosting so he could do something with his hands and you had thought that it wouldn’t end up disastrously. You had been wrong. Fred had made the frosting and it had been perfect, because of this he couldn’t stop sneaking spoonfuls. Sweets were his weakness. You lightly scolded him again and in retaliation he had told you to lighten up, swiping a glob of frosting across your cheek and down your jaw.
You gaped at him and he laughed, eyes wide with excitement as you jumped up from your seat, hand dipping into the frosting as you chased him around as he laughed. You couldn’t keep up. Fred paused and you ran straight for him but at the last moment he dodged, arms wrapping around you and pulling your back against his chest, making sure your hands were pressed hard against your side so you couldn’t get him back. “Weren’t you just trying to clean me up?” He teased.
“There is no hope of that Weasley,” You giggled. You wondered how Molly had kept up with him as a child. She was an amazing mother but it was a miracle she hadn’t tired out so easily. Fred was definitely the kind of boy to track mud into the house at least once a day or cause some catastrophic mess.
“How rude of you Y/L/N,” He pouted back pulled you even closer against him, a flash of hair appearing in your peripheral and then you squealed as he licked the frosting from your cheek.
“You are so disgusting!” You squirmed as he cackled, chest shaking with each wave of amusement that kept him laughing.
“You were being mean!” He defended but forgot to keep his guard as you turned in his arm, schooling your expression as you brought your hand up, smearing the frosting on Fred’s face as it colored his forehead down to his chin. He went cross eyed, frowning at the frosting that was now apparent between his eyes.
You weren’t sure how long you two danced around the kitchen, trying to get your revenge against one another as you laughed, pulling each other close to tease before running from one another to gather more frosting. You didnt stop until you stuck your hand in the bowl and it came back nearly clean. You had used up all of your frosting.
Fred watched as you burst into laughter, your hair stuck in wild directions as some of the frosting had dried. He was sure he looked just as crazy. “We used it all up!” You laughed, tears springing to the corners of your eyes. It wasn’t so funny but you needed this, you needed to forget about everything for a while and now the stress was melting, being let out by your hysteric giggles.
Fred joined in on the laughter as he wet a hand towel at the sink, dragging it through your crunchy strands of hair as you settled your hands on his narrow hips to steady yourself. “I don’t think my hair is the issue here Fred,” You mentioned as you let out another final laugh, gesturing to the frosting smeared all over your face.
“I was just saving that for later,” He said, lips as pink as his cheeks brushing against yours, tongue darting out to collect the remnants of your confection there. You smiled fingers tangling in his hair as he trailed his lips over yours before making a path to your cheek. Fred made an exaggerated smacking noise as he placed his lips against your cheek but your laughter died in your throat when he continued his path down to your neck, nibbling and sucking at the skin there.
“I’m starting to think this was your plan all along,” You tried not to sound breathless but it seemed you were doing a very bad job as your boyfriend smirked against your pulse that had spiked.
“Caught me red handed, detective,” He mumbled.
After Fred was satisfied he grabbed your hips and set you up on the counter in one easy motion. “It was nice, seeing you smile so much,” He admitted as he washed your fingers and face with a hand towel. The both of you could easily clean up but you didnt want your carefree time to end quite yet and you had a suspicion Fred felt the same.
“I can’t help myself when I’m with you,” You said, kissing his nose as he beamed back at you. “Thank you for this, I needed it, a break from everything I mean. You are the most amazing boyfriend a girl could ever hope to have,”
“I know,” Fred teased but his gaze was tender as he took your words to heart. “I’m my best when I’m with you,”
You hopped down from the counter and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “We’re the best together,” You mumbled, a shyness to your words Fred found too cute for his own good. You might just be the death of him.
“I love you,” Fred declared as he gave you a quick squeeze. “But I don’t love cupcakes without frosting, lets try once more? I promise I wont ruin it this time,” He grinned, sticking out his pinkie finger in an oath to not touch the frosting until it was on a cupcake, on it’s way to his mouth.
“You’re lucky that frosting is what makes a cupcake good otherwise I’d just go to bed right now,” You said but there was no real threat. You’d stay up all night long if it meant you got to relax with Fred. You’d needed this and you needed Fred. You had meant what you said, you were the best with him. Only he could bring you away from the edge of a mental breakdown.
That night you were completely content as you and Fred switched into pajamas, meeting back in your common room to snack on the cupcakes you had worked far too hard on.
“Thanks Freddie,” You said once more kissing him as he pulled you against him. You were too tired to get up and go to your dorm but you knew Fred would take care of you.
“Any time my sweet girl,” Fred smiled as you drifted off in his arms, relaxed for the first time in too long.
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It Started with a Tour
Sweet Pea x Plus size!reader
Word Count: 1392 words
Warnings:none
Summary: Reader is a sweet northsider who wants the serpents to feel at home at RHS. Sweet Pea is a little enamored with her.
Read Part 2 here
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There was basically a civil war going on between the serpents and the bulldogs when Southside high closed down.
You, being the resident welcoming committee member of RHS found yourself in the middle of it. You didn't see anything wrong with integration in the schools and you found yourself more and more entertained by them.
They were fascinating, they moved as one leather-wrapped unit and they were strong unlike anyone you'd ever seen. You didn't know what to say to them, but you knew even the best friendships started with a word. So, with that in mind, you approached their clique, with a bright smile on your face.
"Hi" you grinned, offering your hand to the pretty girl among the crowd "My name is Y/N" you introduced, you wanted them to like you and you wanted their approval but you weren't quite sure how to get it.
"Toni...Topaz, that's Sweet Pea, Fangs" she allowed, considering your handshake before opting out. She wasn't crass or rude in her refusal though, and even offered you a seat beside them. In their inner circle.
You took a seat, feeling sort of out of place among them. "So, how are you feeling about school here?" you questioned, you hoped they liked it. All you wanted was for everyone to get alone...though it seemed like you were the only one.
The tallest of them nodded, his eyes following you each time you shifted in your seat.
"It's a hell of a lot better than the Southside" he allowed, his words leaving his lips in a single breath. You weren't completely sure if that was a good or a bad thing, but it was feedback at the very least. "What's it like there?" you couldn't help but ask, sitting with your elbows on your knees.
You'd never seen the Southside, you'd never been there but you had this idea in your head that it was much more exciting than anything else you'd ever seen. The whole place was shrouded in mystery in your mind.
"Where? the Southside?" he clarified, he wasn't sure why you were so interested but at least you weren't shunning them like the rest of the school. You nodded, your eyes shining with genuine interest as you waited for him to enlighten you.
Never in his entire life had Sweet Pea been so interesting to someone, led alone someone as beautiful as you.
"It's nothing like this, that's for sure" he started, gesturing around the room as if to prove his point. Like this? You were so confused, it didn't make any sense. You had always seen Riverdale High as a sort of prison you couldn't get out of but these guys looked at it like a paradise.
"Well, I'd love to help you all...no matter what you need, feel free to come to me" you offer, genuinely hoping they would take you up on it. Again, Sweet Pea nodded, he didn't usually have a soft-spot for girls on the North-side but you were interesting. As much as he resented it, he couldn't help it...
You turned to leave, headed toward the door but he couldn't let you.
With only a quick look back at his friends, he followed after you as hurriedly but casually as possible, careful not to draw to much attention to what he was up to. The last thing he needed was one of those Bulldogs ruining his chances with you.
Pea just had to get to know you, and the best way to do that would be to talk to you.
"Wait up Y/N" He called, chasing after your plump frame down the hallway, you were what he wanted, his mind was made up.
You turned at his voice, nearly running into a few underclassman with such a maneuver. "Is everything alright Pea?" you wondered, instantly giving him a nickname that, with you, was sure to stick.
He couldn't help but smile at your endearing nature. He was so accustomed to people talking down to him, that it was startling to imagine not everyone being that way. "Um, I actually was wondering if you could show me around...I hadn't really gotten a chance to check it all out" He lied, shrugging his broad shoulders casually. The motion made the leather of his jacket whine but you didn't mind, it was cute.
"No one gave you a tour? Did the rest of your friends have a look?" you asked, instantly worried that none of them knew where they were going. Luckily, Sweet Pea was quick to calm your erratic nature "Yeah, they saw it all, I just missed it" he assured, lying again. The whole gang had seen it all, every inch of the entire grounds but he had to be alone with you...without any outside distractions or circumstances.
He didn't want it to be about where he was from, or where you were from. Pea just wanted to get to know you for who you were, as a person.
"Alright then Pea, let's go" you hummed, offering a hand to him which he slowly took, though gingerly. It was clear that he was uncomfortable with the contact but it was by no fault of his own or yours, you just made him nervous.
The first stop on your tour was the outdoor fields. It seemed only natural to work from the outside in. Sweet Pea followed closely behind you, taking half the steps he normally would to keep up with your much shorter strides.
"This is where was play football on Friday nights...though something tells me that isn't your thing" You joke, bumping him lightly with your shoulder to jostle him from his haze.
The touch seemed to do the trick because he chuckled, light but you had gotten a reaction out of him "I've never been, the south side doesn't really do football at all" he explained, for whatever reason you had a hard time believing him. How could an entire school not have a single football player?
"I can take you this Friday if you want..." You offer, it really wouldn't have been a big deal, though it seemed to rattle Pea's whole world. "I mean, I could give the whole gang a ride if they wanted to come too" You extended, feeling a bit too awkward with extending a date toward this new guy you'd only just meant.
Sweet Pea wasn't all that sure how to respond. He wanted to get on your good side and was willing to do anything to do that but a football game sounded like he would make a fool of himself. "I guess I could go but I'll worn you, I don't really know what I'm doing" You couldn't help but laugh at his excuse.
If he'd never been to a football game before than you wouldn't expect him to understand what was going on at first. "I'll teach you" you hummed, giving him a smile. It was genuine and comforting, something that Pea wasn't all that used to.
"Alright princess, sounds like a date" he grinned, reaching down to grab your hand in his own and continue on toward the school.
You had a date.
#sweet pea#sweet pea x reader#sweet pea x plus size reader#sweet pea x ps reader#riverdale#riverdale x reader#riverdale x ps reader
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Wrong- BI!Kevin Keller X Reader
Summary: Y/N and Kevin seem to be confused and unclear on some of their feelings toward each other
Paring: Kevin Keller X Reader
Warning: NSFW, Swearing( Rated M)
Word count: 3.7k
A/N: Um helloo, let me just say COLLEGE IS TIME CONSUMING!! Itscrazy I really want tot write but the only time I have time is when I’m on breaks. SO HERE YA GO A REQ THAT WAS MADE IN SEP OR OCT IDK! Req. by@maximumwolfkidfestival
PS: LISTEN TO WISH YOU WERE GAY BY BILLIE, it fits with the story uwu
I sat on the fluffy couch in the lounge in RHS my black fleece turtle neck tightening by the second. My thigh-high boots tickling my bare thighs, my fingers clutching my coffee.
“ Jesus Y/N you look like you’re going to kill the damn cup.” Archie laughed at me, as I snapped back to reality.
“ You okay…. You look pale?” My best friend whispered (Fashionista, self-esteem coach, etc.) Kevin placed his hand on my pale thigh. My heart jumped in excitement and my eyes were once again stuck on his constricting sweatshirt. This is so wrong
I coughed and looked away from him trying to concentrate on some random conversation Fangs had started with Archie and the others. Kevin took offense to Y/N silence. He thought maybe he had done something wrong.
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Ever since Joaquin (his the last boyfriend) the only serpent friend, he had that understood him, was just him. Well, we all know what happened to him. Kevin realized the serpent’s understood and supported him like no one before, not even Betty. With dating a serpent you get to meet the others. So he meets Fangs, Ton, and Sweet Pea. Also, Y/N or as “fresh snake” as they called her at the time. But it wasn’t Joaquin had to leave when Kevin got closer with Y/N, clearly, they had a lot in common. Kevin was happy around his new friend. Y/n, on the other hand, she was happy but very confused. See she meet him when he was dating Joaquin, so she assumed he was gay. Ignorantly when Y/N saw him walk through the White Wyrm doors with Joaquin she assumed “ so not gay”.
Y/n remembers the exact day, her second day as a serpent chit chatting with Toni and see them both strut in. Kevin is taller and muscular than Joaquin. Instantly her eyes wandered to his arms and Adam’s apple that seemed to bop furiously from anxiousness. She was not gonna lie, he was extremely attractive. Her heart raced as she thought of many things she could do with that tall glass of-
“ Family…” Joaquin yelled, calling everyone’s, Kevin seemed extremely nervous now,” This is Kevin. My boyfriend.” I gulped eyes wide.” Well, maybe he is gay?” Toni snickered at me as she saw my reaction. I rolled my eyes and walked away from the now growing group surrounding Joaquin and his new hot boyfriend. The night was full of small talk and laughter with J’s new boyfriend.
As I decided that this whole love Fest going on was spoiling my drinks and mood, I plopped and started to make my way out saying a quick goodbye. Yes, I am bitter. Yes, I hate to love and anything to do with public affection. It makes my blood boil, okay, maybe jealousy makes me bitter but doesn’t everyone? Back to the story!
When I was on my way out Joaquin ran to me with Kevin following along.
“ Hey, Y/N wait up!” I rolled my eyes, but plastered a fake smile and turned around. Trust me I was done with J rubbing into our faces how hot his new Northside boyfriend.
“Hey j!” I exclaimed
“ I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend!” I gulped and looked up at Kevin’s buff and tall figure. I swear I could be drooling.
“ H-hi” I coughed and extended my hand towards him and he gladly took it.
“ It’s really nice to meet you! Joaquin talks great things about you!” His soft but deep voice stated as his smile lit up the room. God, why was I not born a man!
“ Thank you.” I blushed, but realized it was wrong for me to feel this way. “ Well, see you around guys I’m going to head out.” They nodded, and I turned towards the doors and out into the chilly night.
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I think we all know what happened to Joaquin and how he deciding to run away from hid problems were going to help. Kevin was devastated and who was there to console him? Me out of all the people. Jughead soon, then took orders into his own hand to rile and control the serpents. Once we settled into Riverdale high things got rocky with the Northsiders trying to accept us, but Kevin helped me out. We both knew the serpents and Nortsiders were both jealous of each other which made us the outsiders of the drama. Our friendship grew so immense that I didn’t realize until I was having sleepovers and mini-dates almost every day. What I did know was the way his smile made my knees weak, how my heartbeat raced as our eyes met in the hallways. Or the butterflies the rumble in me when we work out together and he takes his sweaty shirt off. I would make myself deny the aching feelings every day telling myself He’s your gay best friend it can’t be like that.
Now do you see why this friendship is hurting me? Sitting there watching as my friends talked and laughed and me bubbling with anger. They could have whoever they wanted yet I couldn’t. The knot in my throat, killing me.
“ I have to go.” I took my backpack and stormed out, leaving everyone shocked and silent.
I ignored everyone’s texts and comments. I decided I need some time alone and away from Kevin. So I hit up Reggie in look for a house party to attend to get drunk and make out with a stranger so the pain would go away. He replied quickly with an address and time. Bingo.
I dressed in a black lace bodysuit with black ripped jeans and red heels. My long black hair hugging around my cleavage, I felt like the hottest bitch on the block. By 10 pm I walked through the mansion of a random football player packed with people, music loud as could be, kegs around the house and chanting of boys mixed in also. I saw Reg and Instantly walked over.
“ Damn, Y/N you’re looking hot!” He chirped as he gave me a hug, let me just say Reggie has been nice to me since I saved his ass from his abusive father. I threatened to call the cops on his father as I showed him the pictures of Reggie’s bruises that I could easily turn him in with. “ Thank you!” I chirped in amusement.
“ Hey the group was asking for you they said you-”
“ Wait!” I spat, the group? They were invited also! I panicked and started to look around furiously.
“ Yeah, I invited them!” I glared at him and stormed into the huge kitchen and found as a bottle of vodka and took a huge gulp from it. By the third gulp, I felt myself become light as a feather. I impulsively walked towards Reggie again, he was with our group of friends talking, Kevin was listening also while he glanced around looking for someone. My drunk ass butted in, “ Hey guys what a coincidence. “ Before I let them answer I wrapped my fingers at the collar of Reggie’s button-down and kissed him hard. Adrenaline pumping and red lipstick smeared on Reggie’s lips. I pulled him closer and as I open one eye I saw as they stood again astonished, and Kevin seemed confused and hurt?
“ C’mon Reggie..” I whispered and I pulled him towards me as he dazedly followed.
We instantly found a wall close by where minimal people passed through. My lips tangling onto his, my hands grabbing his hair as soft pants left me.
I pressed his chest, back disconnecting our lips, “Let’s get more booze!” I squealed, but as I took a step I almost fell. Reggie sighed and help me up.
“ I think we’ve had enough tonight.” I whined and tried kissing him, because well I’m drunk and horny. Reggie knew he couldn’t take advantage of her friend like this and the real person she loved and wanted was her best friend, Kevin. What Y/N didn’t know was that Reggie and Kevin had a talk 3 weeks ago where Kevin confessed he is bisexual but was scared to show his love and sexual feelings towards a girl since he mostly felt that towards boys. Reggie needed that to realize Y/N and Kevin were too scared and confused to let each other feel. Reggie carried Y/N as she sniffled and whimpered as she seemed to mumble something about ‘fuck love’ or ‘ I hate him’. Reggie saw an annoyed Kevin but his expression soon changed as he saw Y/N drunk and in his arms.
“ What the hell happened?” Kevin growled as he took Y/N from Reggie.
“ Dude, relax, nothing! She’s really drunk and I think she needs you more than me.” Reggie calmly stated. Kevin gulped and saw my drunk state.
“ You! Kev..” I slurred and felt my eyes droop in slumber.
Next thing I knew I woke up in Kevin’s room, I looked at the clock and it was 2 am. I rubbed my eyes and saw him sleeping on his computer chair with a small blanket wrapped around himself. It wasn’t the first time she’s seen him peacefully sleep. I felt great, I thanked God that I didn’t drink more or I would have felt like hell. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging and lowkey was panicking if I was drunk enough to tell him how I felt. To avoid the conversation I slid off his bed and picked my heels up as I tiptoed out.
“ So you’re just gonna leave?” I heard a gruff voice. I cringed and turned around to see him sitting in the same spot the blanket in his hands now.
“ I can-”
“ Please do… I don’t know what’s going on Y/N? What happened to us?” His words hit an emotional string in my heart, which led me to tear up.
“ I’m sorry- I wish I could explain.” I sat at the edge of his bed avoiding his sight.
“ You act like we never tell each other everything!” His voice boomed making me flinch.
“ That’s the thing! I can’t fall in love with my best friend!” I yelled back tears falling down freely, my face became red from embarrassment. Kevin looked down his face matching hers.
“ I know you don’t-“
“I do, though.” Then there was silence as I looked him dead in the eyes. It felt like a dreamlike, this whole situation was merely a figment of my imagination as it’s been in the past.
“ Y/N…. I’m bisexual.” He sighed, his eyes watering. I took some steps to be face to face with him touching his face in awe.
“But-“ I suddenly feel out of breath. I racked my brain at the many times Kevin missed Joaquin and his past flings.
“ I never told anyone… because I was never sure... My first crush was a boy and well, I never understood the whole labels of gay or bi or pan..” I intensely watched as he also racked his brain to explain his feelings and thought that he stored away, “ I put my dad through hell when I came out as gay and know that I know I’m bi… he’s gonna hate me and you! I was scared to lose you!” I proclaimed almost begging. I smiled at him taking his hands in mine.
“ Neither will your dad or meleave you.” It seemed to comfort him enough that he sighed in relief. But I would be lying if I didn’t say this whole argument and emotional connection brought my raging hormones to an all-time high. I went in to hug him and he wrapped his buff arms around also.
“ So… we’re gonna ignore how you confess you loved me.” Kevin teased which made me hide my face like a five-year-old.
“ It's not my fault your extremely hot Kevin!” I squealed as I pulled away from him. He chuckled and threw me on the bed, making me squeal and bounce slightly. We both lay there on his bed, staring at each other with silly grins on our face.
“ I love you.” He said
“ I love you too.” I chirped, the butterflies rumbling in me again. His eyes seemed to wander down to the outfit I still had on that almost caused a nip slip right in front of him. I blushed madly and instantly shot up to cover myself. His knees dipped the bed behind me, his hands caressing the back of my neck as they ghosted on the black spaghetti strap of the lace bodysuit. My eyes closing in anticipation waiting for his hands to touch more of me. His hand, bringing my hair to onside as he lowered his face to my neck, his hot breath tickling it.
“ You don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to do this…” his lips feathering against my pressure point practically making me shake. Bravery seemed to seep into my blood as my hand came up to pull one strap of my shoulder and followed to the other. Kevin watched, in his head, taking notes. I turned on my knees seeing him face to face.
“ It’s my first time with a girl…” he gulped feeling ashamed. I smiled and caressed his face and pulled it away to pull my arms off the strap and pull the lace down around my waist exposing myself to him. He gulped his eyes glued to my chest, and something in both of us snapped. Call it frustration or hormonal overload, but we both felt it. Our lips clashing his big hands cupping my face with full force. He held on as if his life depended on it, my sighs and whimpers spilling out as his forceful touch sent electricity through my body and core. Kevin shoved his hand around my neck, squeezing as he watched with hooded eyes my reaction. I moaned loudly, “ Kev, please.” With one shove, I was on my back, pillows under me as Kevin crawled off me and placed himself between my thighs. I leaned up watching as he pulled his sweater and button-down shirt with full force and down cupping my chest. A cry fell through my lips as I stared at Kev in disbelief. His strong and soft hands vigorously palming and pulling making my eyes roll back and backache. For his first time with a girl he sure knew what to do.
“ Tell me if I’m hurting you.” He suddenly worried at my constant whimpers. I shuddered when he stopped.
“ Kevin harder…. Please, it doesn’t hurt, I promise just… touch me.” I cried in frustration pulling on his shoulder to meet his hots lips again. His left arm skimming the side of my body to my hip, leaving goosebumps along the way. A deep groan left him as my hips bucked up towards his trousers, only making me do it again and again. Kevin pulled away eyes closed with his mouth a gap as I watched his reaction as we grinded hard and fast. I knew this would legit push him to the edge, but I couldn’t stop.
“ Ah-” His voice cracked as he fisted my hips to a halt as he felt that familiar knot grow.
He glared at me as I playfully smirked up hands running up and down his abs.
“ You almost made me-” He panted in anger, I eagerly shook my hips away but it was no use. “ I’m in charge, not you.” He growled. I cocked my eyebrow as leaned back into the pillows.
“ C’mon Kevin, you know you like it when I edge you on,” I whispered innocently with my lower lip between my teeth as I touched my boobs. He groaned and melted at the sight, his fist ripping my belt and jeans off so quickly it scared me. I went ahead and wrapped my hands around his belt and jeans also pulling them down as we both panted in anticipation. I always saw the imprint of his dick, but I always assumed he was average, but was I wrong. Kevin tsked me when I went to the waistband of his boxers. “ Pleasee.” I begged my mouth watering. “ We waited this long, let me apologize.” He said as he nuzzled his nose onto my cheek and felt his hand lower to my olive-colored thong.
“ Fuck,” I whispered as my eyes fell shut, he seemed to freeze up because he didn’t move. I opened my eyes and saw them slightly unsure.
“ Hey, let me help you.” He nodded as he stared at my covered core. I took his wrist and guided it to the puddle that formed in my thong, biting my lip to hold back a sound. “ Now… p-put force with the pad on your fing-” A moan cut me off as he rubbed his pointer and middle finger. “ Shit… baby faster.” I hated and loved to be teased, but Kevins soft and rough movements were exhilarating.
“ Like this?” He asked, looking at my blissful face. My hips bucked up towards his fingers, rocking back and forth. As he took that as a yes, he pulled down the only barrier between her and him. Frustrated, I took his fingers and spread my legs wider so his finger landed on the place I needed him the most. “ Rub it pleases,” I begged mercilessly, almost in tears from all the soft teasing. Kevin saw her distraught face and instantly did as told, almost moaning himself. She was hot, sticky and extremely wet. The soft nub her rubbed causing Y/N to fall back and become putty in his hands. He realized this was her spot, the spot he could use to his advantage. His fingers trying to mimic the number of movements he learned from straight porn.
“ Fuck-fuck shit Kev-” I cried watching as his fingers pressed down and went side to side on my clit almost convulsively good. Kevin rested his forehead against hers watching her eyes wide and mouth wide. “You’re so beautiful… only I make you this wild, right?” I nodded viciously staring into his soft eyes as I held my legs apart felling myself about to cum. A cry of his name signaled Kevin to stop. Anger poured in as he pulled away to look for a condom.
“ You fucker.” I growled in annoyance, I heard him chuckle as he looked through his drawer, “ Oh, it’s not funny.” I shot up and walked towards him right as he was going to turn around I push him up against the wall getting on my knees.
“ Wait-” Kevin began, but I cut him off as I shoved his boxers down and shoving his pink tip into my drooling mouth. Kevin hissed and clawed at my scalp, eyes wide as I took him in and out and fingers probing in and out of his butt. “ Shit… fuck…. Don’t stop.” he growled as his hips began to thrust into my hot warm mouth.
Kevin was on cloud 9 watching as her small mouth took him so well. Joaquin could never take him fully and this was life-changing. My core dripped down my thigh as I looked up to see him fully vulnerable, abdomen clenched, his eyes closed and mouth open. I pulled away with a plop and got up turning around, heading towards the door to the bathroom.
“ What the fuck-” He cried, I turned around innocently.
“ What?” I batted my eyes. His strong arms pulled me back and onto the bed where he pinned me down, his strong thighs pushing my legs apart. His mouth, biting and nipping down my neck, my nipples, and stomach. I watched contently as he tried to wrap the condom around himself.
“ I’m on birth control Kevin.” I sighed knocking the condom off his hands and taking his red/pink dick towards my entrance.
“ But-”
“ It’s fine, I want to feel all of you.” With that, he thrust in easily into my dripping core.
“ Fuck!” We cried as we held on to each other, eyes shut. Kevin never felt this before the hot wet and clenching feeling around him. He could cum just with that. And he wasn’t lying about that as he shook from holding on. I wiggled my hips so he could move, with that he moved out and in slowly his pelvic bone rubbing my clit. “ Ah! Harder… faster” I pleaded scratching his back. Kevin didn’t think straight before going faster and pounding more than ever. His huge member burying deep into the g-spot that wasn’t hit in years.
“ Fuck yeah…” Kevin muttered and panted as he wrapped his hand around her neck. Her face contoured into pure bliss. His pupils were blown as he saw her weak and vulnerable under his touch. Her hair spread around her pink cheeks. His mind seemed to only be there, present, as he pushed and buried into her feeling this new adrenaline to sex he never felt before when he slept with men. Her legs wrapped around him, her hands all over him and eager to have anything else push her over the edge. God fucking damn how he wanted to frame this mental picture of her.
“ Oh...shit… Kev... I’m going to…” I pried at his chest and my legs around his torso tightening. Kev growled and dropped his head into her chest as her walls twitched in anticipation around him. My hand instantly ran in between our bodies to rub insanely fast to come undone.
“ Ah fuck” Kev yelled as he grounded his hip a few times before I came around him, legs twitching, nails scratching, head back moaning and screaming. He followed along coming undone in me. We both lay there breathing heavily, eyes closed.
As we peeled off each other we stared at each other followed by giggles.
“ Well,does that mean we can finally not be angry at each other?” Kevin asked teasingly. I chuckled softly and pulled the blankets around us.
“ Hmm, maybe I’ll sleep on it,” I mumbled as I cuddled close to his warm body. He instantly engulfed me in his arms and stroked my hair kissing it softly.
“ I love you.”
“ I love you more… Goodnight.” I yawned.
#kevin keller x reader#riverdale smut#riverdale southside#sweet pea smut#riverdale#jughead jones#toni topez#Cheryl bombshell#betty cooper#fangs forgarty x reader#joaquin desantos#southside serpents
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falling in crayolove; (kindergartenteacher!taehyung)
✎ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
✎ genre: kindergartenteacher!au, workingman!au, F L U F F, tiny bit of angst at the start :-( but this is literally 98% fluff; y/n and taehyung are like two little kids with little crushes on each other
✎ trigger warning(s): implications of getting an abortion!!
✎ wordcount: 10.5k
✎ summary: y/n is a very single mom and taehyung is a very single kindergarten teacher. emma knows exactly what she needs to do.
✎ note: okay LOOK before you get into reading, this isn’t technically a full fic! this is what happens when you cross a full fic and a baby drabble = this is a BABY FIC which explains why the word count is much smaller compared to the usual! (ps i will probably?? be writing more baby fics for characters such as garbageman!tae or.,,. oTher characters that i can’t think of right now lmao) i was originally going to leave kindergarten!tae as it was and i was just going to continue to write baby drabbles for him but i felt like he deserved a fic?? buT then i was conflicted because his original drabble literally already tells us the full story and i was like ok.,. what else is there to say.,,. sweats,,.. anyways this is what i ended up with! in case you were wondering, yES the original drabble is included in this fic since it’s a crucial part of the story and it would have been a waste to not use it but if you don’t want to read that you’re welcome to just skiP on over to the end lol. also emma is four years old and tae is a pre-kindergarten teacher because i changed my MIND - enjoy!!
pst if u wanna talk to y/n or emma or tae u know what to do ;-)
(gif isn’t mine!)
(((and the read more function iS there but most of the time it doesn’t work on mobile :// i am sorry don’t attack me by sending passive-aggressive anon messages)))
ah, yes.
to be young and i-
“i’m pregnant?!”
the reason why you came to the doctors today was because you thought you had some sort of stomach flu
at first it wasn’t a big deal
but then it started getting worse and you literally thought you had a parasite from eating at that dingy sushi place and you were mad at jin for like a week because it was hIs idea to go there and it’s not fair that hE didn’t get an upset tummy >:-(
jin reminded you that he warNed you about the sea urchin and you responded by smacking the back of his head
you have to admit
it is relieving to know that there isn’t a dangerous parasite living inside of you and feasting on your organs
it’s a,.,. ???
how would one describe a baby as a parasite
a perfectly natural parasite living inside of you!
well
it certainly explains things
the sudden onslaught of violent puking in the morning
you thought it was because your yogurt was starting to get a little funky but apparently it’s because there’s a baby growing inside of you!!!11!!!!
also you should probably start learning how to be more aware of the things that you’re putting inside of your body
also
this should have been a big hint: your period didn’T come this month and your red rain has never EVER been late
“but… i don’t understand.” you let out a breath and lean back against the reclining chair while staring up at the ceiling fan
the lightbulb flickers
“i- we use condoms and- we practice safe sex!!!” you exasperate and sit back up to look at dr. kim “we’re very vERy safe!!!”
“condoms are only effective 98% of the time.”
“yeAH that’s a preTTY BIG percentage” your knuckles grow white as you clench tightly around the arms of the seat in frustration
98%!!!!!!!
that means there was a 2% chance that the condom didn’t work and obviously you are part of that 2%!!!!!
“do you take birth control pills?”
“um, is the sky blue?? yes!!!!” you reply as if it’s the most obvious answer in the entire world
“the sky’s grey today.” dr. kim raises a brow at you before pointing behind you out the window “do you take them consistently?”
“ye-“ you press your lips together “…s…?”
sometimes you.,.., skip a day or two
you’re busy!!!!! you don’t always have the time to remember to pop a tiny pill into ur mouth
you didn’t think it’d be such a big deal
and you certainly didn’t think it’d result in u.., actually getting pregnant
“how many weeks…?” you trail off uneasily and pick at some lint on your sweater
you don’t feel so good now
it’s honestly probably because this baby is about to make you puke again but
oh god
you’re pregnant
you’re barely legal and you’re pregnant
you still see yourself as a kid!!!
you’re a kid who’s going to be raising a kid!!!!!!
kids should NOT be raising kids!!!!!!
“you are about… six weeks pregnant.” dr. kim flips through a chart before looking up at you with a small smile “currently, your baby is about the size of a sweet pea…”
in case it’s not clear
it takes two to tango
in this case
your tango partner is none other than son hyun-woo
otherwise known as
shownu
you’re going over to his apartment for dinner tonight and as much as you doN’t want to tell him you’re pregnant, he’s probably going to become suspicious when your stomach starts growing bigger and rounder as the months go by
you’ve been with shownu since grade eleven
it’s been a great four years!!!
shownu is very sweet and kind and caring and handsome and every other positive adjective that’s ever been recorded in the dictionary
you even chose to go to the same university as him just so you guys could stay together
he’s the captain of the soccer team which is a fact that you like to share with literally everYone because..,,. why wouLDn’t you brag about your soccer captain boyfriend
he’s… he’s the love of your life and that’s one thing you know for sure
you see yourself getting married to him and having kids with him and growing old with him
,..,you’re just not sure if he’d be down to do all of that stuff starting noW
you wipe your sweaty palms down on your leggings as shownu sets the plate of fried rice in front of you “i know you don’t like spicy things, but i threw in a liTTLE tiny baby bit of kimchi in here” he hums and takes a seat across from you “it should be fine though… if not, i made a backup plate of plain fried rice for you!”
you have half a mind to start off the announcement with ‘ah, yes, speaking of baBiES-‘ but perhaps that’s not the best approach to this delicate situation
frick
maybe you should tell him later
but.,,. it’s better to tell him soOner than later
you just don’t know what’s going to happen and you hate it when you’re unable to predict things
how is he going to take it??
he’s usually a very supportive boyfriend but this is a completely nEW kind of supportive
“by the way, thanks for helping me out with my sociology presentation. it went pretty well except for when the prof started asking questions related directly to my slides but luckiLy i was able to bullshit and finesse my way out of-“
“i’m pregnant.” you blurt out
shownu immediately chokes and his fork falls onto his plate with a loud clatter
“you’re-“ he pats his chest a couple times and takes a biG swig of water
he clears his throat
“you’re- i’m sorry, you’re what?”
“i… am… preg…nant.” you mutter sheepishly “pregnant.”
shownu stares at you with wide eyes and for a second you think you’ve broken your boyfriend
and then he snaps out of it
“dude, we’re 19 years old, i don’t wanna be a dad-!“
ok first of all did he just call you dude
and second of all
“and you think i wanna be a mom? we’re both part of this and we need to take full responsibility for our actions. w-we should have been more careful but-“
“i was the careful one! you were the one who was supposed to be on top of your stuPId pills and you couldn’t even remember to take them everyday and now look where we are!”
“look, it’s not the end of the world-“ your fingers tighten around the napkin on your lap
“god, y/n, how dumb are you?! this is going to ruin my life! you knoW how hard i’ve worked to get this soccer scholarship and all of that is about to be completely fucking derailed because of this dumb fucking baBy and- i’m not- no!” shownu snaps and slams a fist against the table
water sloshes out of both your guys’ cups from the vibrations
the dishes rattle slightly and you immediately divert your gaze to your lap
“i don’t want this baby!” he exasperates and throws his head back before placing his hands over his face “god, my parents… what the hell are they going to think??”
he looks over at you and shakes his head “you planned this, didn’t you?”
“wh- what??” your brows knit together and you let out a scoff “what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“you planned this so that i’d have no choice but to stay with you because you’re carrying my child”
“shownu- obviously i didn’t fucking plan to get pregnant, it was an acCIdent and-“
“if you keep this baby, i will leave you.” shownu growls “get rid of it.”
at first you were upset
but now you’re just angry
how dare he speak to you like this?
“what did you just say to me?” you scoff and cross your arms
“i don’t want this baby. we cannot keep this baby. we will not be raising this baby. understand?”
jesus
“fine.” you murmur quietly “we won’t keep this baby.”
you swallow the lump in your throat and blink away your tears before letting out a shaky breath
“good.” shownu visibly relaxes and clears his throat before picking up his fork
he shovels a big bite of rice into his mouth “after dinner, we’ll make an appointment to go to the abortion clinic tomorrow afternoon. i think it’ll be fine if i skip the first half of training but hopefully we’ll be back before-“
the chair screeches against the floor as you get up and shownu immediately gets up as well “hey, where are you going?”
“you’re right, shownu. we won’t be keeping this baby - i’ll be keeping this baby. and i will raise my baby on my own.” you snap and reach down to grab your bag before storming to the front door
shownu doesn’t stop you
and you don’t look back.
the rest of the night goes by in a blur
it’s pretty fitting that it’s raining like crazy outside
you drop your backpack and keys on the floor once you get back to your apartment
you peel your sopping wet jacket off and toss it on the couch before kicking your shoes off
honestly
it feels like time’s stood still
it’s just white noise in your brain and you can’t seem to focus on anything
you flick the bedside lamp on and a cast of warm yellow washes over your room
you sit cross-legged on the floor at the side of your bed and let out a breath
the atmosphere is completely silent except for the sound of rain gently drumming against the window
a flash of lightning briefly lights up the sky
in the distance, you hear the slight rumble of thunder
you dial your mom’s number with shaky fingers and click the speaker button before setting it down on the mattress
brrrrrinnng
brrrrrinnng
brrrrri-
your mom picks up on the third ring which was wAY sooner than you thought she’d pick up
“hey, look who finally called!”
you open your mouth to speak when suddenly you feel an overwhelming wave of anxiety and fear rush over you
you should have planned something before calling her
what’s the right way for a teenage daughter to tell her mother that she’s pregnant?
is she going to be disappointed with you?
is she going to be angry with you? tell you that you’re irresponsible and that she saw this coming from miles away?
is she going to tell you that this is something you’ll have to deal with yourself?
your parents worked so hard to get you here and they work hard to this day to continue paying for your tuition fees
and you’re about to tell them that hey, i’m pregnant
you haven’t even said anything and you’re already losing your composure
your nails dig into the flesh of your palm as you ball your hands into fists
“-i was wondering when i’d hear from you. your dad isn’t back from work yet but i’ll make sure to tell him that you called. i’m just making dinner now, i’m trying out this new pasta dish that-“
“mom?” your voice cracks and you clamp your lips together and shake your head
your bottom lip trembles and your vision starts to blur with tears almost instantly
oh god
you can’t do this
you feel your face burning up as you try your hardest to hold it back
a beat of silence goes by and you hear some shuffling on the other end of the phone
the first tear rolls down your cheek
“…honey, what’s wrong?”
and that’s all it takes
the rest of the tears follow in an unbroken stream
you immediately let out a pained sob before leaning forward and pressing your hands against the cold floor beneath you
you begin to cry with such force that your chest starts to hurt and your heart starts to clench and you feel like you could pass out at any moment
your mom can barely make out what you’re saying through your blubbering but she manages to pick out ‘pregnant’ and that’s all she needs to know
she waits for you to sob your heart out before deciding to speak up
she asks if you have the resources to raise a child
no, you don’t
she asks if you even want to have this child
yes, you do
she asks you if shownu wants to have this child
no, he doesn’t, but that doesn’t matter to you
she tells you how much she loves you and absolutely nothing is going to change that fact
after all, you’re her baby no matter what
you find comfort in knowing that you have some form of a support system and you’re not completely on your own
you turn and twist in the mirror as you keep your eyes glued on your bare stomach
you were about to take a quick shower but once you stripped off all your clothes you were suddenly moRe aware of your tummy
you don’t look pregnant
you don’t even feel pregnant
it’s just,.,. odd
knowing that there’s a living human growing inside of you
“it’s just you and me against the world, sweet pea.” you smooth a hand over your bare stomach and give it a gentle pat
just you and sweet pea
nine months seem to go by in a blur
shownu never reaches out to you and you never reach out to him
as far as you’re concerned you don’t want anything to do with him
as far as you’re concerned this is your baby and your baby alone
your ankles become swollen and your breasts become sore and weighty
your skin gets blotchy at some point and there’s not enough concealer in the world to hide the angry pimples dotted all over your face
ur mom says u were supposed to be glowing during pregnancy..,,. the only kind of glowing ur doing is from the gREASE
you find yourself casually throwing anchovies into your vanilla ice cream and topping it off with balsamic vinegar
you had to start taking online classes because it was becoming too hard having to transport to campus every day
every time you see a dog on the street you burst into tears because hOUHG my GOD it’S so cuTE *snorts*
you’re in the middle of a midterm when you feel sweet pea kick for the first time and it takes everything within you to not start crying in the middle of the examination hall
jin comes over to your apartment for study sessions but most of the time it ends up with him taping his earbuds to the swell of your tummy and letting sweet pea listen to some classical music
he goes through this phase where he’s obsessed with healing crystals and your apartment becomes scattered with rose quartzes and jaspers because he’s doing it for the baby
occasionally he makes you lie down so he can place small crystals in a circle around your belly button so that the healing energy will be absorbed into your body and into the baby
you’re thankful that you have a friend like him even though he’s literally a lunatic
your mom comes into town once a month and stays for about a week just to take care of you and make sure that both you and the baby are happy and healthy
as time goes on, your little sweet pea grows into a fuLL on watermelon
and eventually-
“jesus chRIST-“ your chest heaves with exhaustion as you lie back against the hospital bed
oh my god
that was the woRST eight hours of your life
your lower body is completely numb and you don’t even want to think about how buSted your vagina looks right now
you put her through a loT today!!!!
“here she is, mama!” the nurse gently places your screAMing bundle of joy in your arms and suddenly all the blood sweat and tears is completely worth it
oh
oh
“hi, sweet pea…” you laugh lightly as her tiny, mucousy hand wraps around your finger
she’s so beautiful
“i’m your mommy…” your eyes are glistening with tears of joy (aND pain) and you lean in to press a tiny kiss to the top of her head “just u nd me against the world”
well
that was four years ago
it’s pretty strange how quickly time can go by
four years ago you were nineteen years old
four years ago you were in a committed, loving relationship with someone you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with
four years ago you were in your second year of university; first year was a hellish nightmare and you were just starting to figure things out
four years ago you found out you were pregnant and your world was turned upside down
and now you’re twenty-three years old
a lot has changed in the past four years
you are no longer in a committed, loving relationship with someone you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with; in fact, you haven’t been in another relationship since shownu,., you haven’t even been on any dates
you are in your fifth year of university because you couldn’t graduate last year due to the fact that you were missing some credits; luckily you have moSt of university life figured out at this point even though you occasionally stiLL get lost on campus sometimes
you found a pretty stable job at a drug store a couple blocks away from the apartment
it’s not much but it pays the bills (your parents will occasionally chip in and help out if u need it) ((you’re very grateful to have the parents that you have))
jin is still a big fat doofus (he’s not aS obsessed with crystals but u keep them in the apartment because they’re pretty)
emma’s in pre-k now!!!! it seems like it was only yesterday that she started walking and talking
and now she won’t stop walking,.,. or talking
no tea no shade
emma is the absolute light of your life!!
and you would straight up SLAUGHTER anyone who would try to hurt her
:~)
she’s your little ball of sunshine who smothers you with kisses every morning to wake you up and writes ‘i lov3 mommy’ on literally any surface she can find (you’re flattered but u need to have a word with her about using lipstick to write on the walls) and always wants to help you make breakfast and dinner or fold the laundry or sweep the floors
emma is a peculiar little girl and you are so, so proud to be able to call yourself her mother
she’s compassionate and kindhearted and thoughtful and polite
she never forgets to say please and thank you
she likes to wait for you to get to the dinner table as well before digging into her spaghetti (she can’t pronounce spaghetti yet so she jumbles it together and it becomes spapeggi)
she likes watching nature documentaries (docummeneries) with you and would genuinely choose to watch that over the powerpuff girls or even spongebob and you were like ???? because yOU low-key want to watch spongebob and u don’t want to have to confess to your four year old daughter that you want to watch cartoons instead of a documentary
on mother’s day she woke you up with kisses and breakfast in bed!! she made you a peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich and you have to admit that it was *mwah* very scrumptious
emma is very curious as to who her dad is or if she even hAs a dad
she thought jin was her dad and jin was only slightly offended at how hard you laughed at that when she brought it up
because all the kids at school seem to have dads and she only has a mom
which isn’t a problem at all it’s just,.,. she wants to know
like her friend hwayoung has a dad!!!
and his name is hwayoung’s dad
that’s all she knows about him
one time all the kids in class were talking about their dads and emma didn’t have anything to say but lucKily she was able to steer the attention away from herself
(“my dad’s a dentist” “mine is a doctor!” “mine is a cee-hee-ho! emma, what does your dad-“ “cee-hee-ho of what?” “…i dunno” “yeah, cee-hee-ho of what?!”)
talking to emma about shownu is a tricky situation
“your dad is a very, very busy... soccer player...?”
you don’t actually know what shownu’s been up to besides the fact that he’s on the national soccer team which is gReat for him but every time you think about that stupid boy you can’t help but revisit the night when he basically told you that you would ruin his entire life if you kept the child-
“how come he never visits?” emma furrows her brows as she tries to twirl spaghetti around her fork
the noodles are too slippery and emma yelps in surprise when some sauce splatters onto her face
“he… the important thing here is that you have mommy, okay?” you smile and reach over to wipe the tomato chunk off her chubby cheek “don’t worry about your dad.”
emma doesn’t know a lot
but she knows enough to not bring it up again
anyways
even though you’re a mother now
that doesn’t necessarily mean that you automatically have your shit together becAUSe-
“shit shit shit shIt shit” you curse to yourself as you vEEr right into the first parking spot you see
you immediately crank the brake and unbuckle your seatbelt
“i was going to park there, asshole!” you hop out of the car to see an angry looking mother glaring at you from her minivan and you give her a sheepish smile
“i’m sorry!!!! my kid just got off from class and i can’t be late because i need to drive her to ballet and-“ you’re definitely oversharing with this stranger and she obviously doesn’t care because she rolls her eyes and flips you off before zoOming off to find another parking spot
soccer moms are so aggressive
you double check that you have everything with you and you fish your parent lanyard out of your backpack and sling it around your neck quickly as you approach the front doors
you thought that once you became a mother you would instantly become more responsible more organised more matuRe
obviously you were mistAken because you’re still late to almost everything you go to
some things never change!!!!
you hurry your way down the hallway and pick up the pace when you see the swarm of parents standing outside the classroom
as you approach the crowd you get up on your tip-toes to see if emma’s been excused yet
you accidentally bump into a couple and a bit of your coffee splashes onto their shoulders and they turn around and give you a dirty look
“oh, sorry!!!! ….fridays, am i right?” you joke and they both scowl before shuffling to stand somewhere else
oof
tough crowd
none of the parents here like u that much
which is a real shame because you think you make greAt company
you’re just,.,, there’s a big age gap between u and most of the parents here
you’re one of the younger parents in the class
actually you might be the youngest
min yoongi and his wife (you forgot her name whoOps) are pretty young but they’re still a couple years older than you
and side note their daughter is adoraBle
emma is actually friends with hwayoung so you talk to yoongi sometimes
it’s nice to talk to someone who’s around your age
he’s just veRy businessman-y so it’s difficult to joke around with him
but he’s still a nice guy!!
speaking of yoongi and hwayoung
a bright smile makes its way onto your face when you see yoongi nudging hwayoung through the crowd of people before grabbing onto her small hand
“yoongi!” yoongi looks up and he smiles politely
he’s still dressed all spic and span in his suit from work
“ah! good afternoon, y/n. hwayoung, say good afternoon to emma’s mom.” he hums before bending down to zip up her backpack that’s just wiDe open
relatable
“good afternoon, emma’s mom!!” she looks up at you with bright eyes
she’s sO CuTE
“hi, hwayoung-ie!” you bend down and pinch her cheek before reaching into the pocket of your coat and fishing out a little caramel “don’t tell your dad,” you joke and yoongi snorts in response
“thank u!!!!!” she snaTches it immediately and you coo before pinching her cheek again
you get back up onto your feet “you guys on your way home now?”
“mhm. is emma still available for a playdate this sunday?” yoongi swoops hwayoung off her feet and props her up onto his hip and she immediately rests her head against his shoulder
“affirmative, sir.” you salute and yoongi rolls his eyes playfully “i-“
“emma y/l/n?” you perk up when you hear emma’s name being called
“yeah, we’ll see you sunday! have a nice night!” you turn to squeeze your way into the crowd and once you make your way to the front your heart immediately starts going boom-boom because
it’s taehyung
emma’s teacher
kim taehyung is uh
whOo
putting it simply he is a very attractive man and he’s only a couple months older than you so like you’re preTTY sure this is god’s way of telling you it’s meant to be
the only time you’ve really talk to him is during the parent-teacher conference and even theN you can barely get a word in because emma’s a little chatterbox (one time she almost let it slip that ‘mommy dressed extra pretty for you!’ and you were literally about to pounce on your child in the middle of a classroom)
he’s really sweet n nice and when he smiles that boxY grin you can’t help but smile aNd he’s endearingly dorky and super charming aND funny and he’s so good with the kids and OH my god his voice is like..,., silky smooth dark chocolate.,,.,. rich caramel.,, that u want to driZZLE all over your BODY
okay no R-rated thoughts when there are children present
don’t be weird
since he’s your kid’s teacher you’re not sure if that’s even allowed
the whole parents dating teachers thing
anyways
he looks so soft today
he’s wearing a crisp button up with a pair of jeans
he obviously let the kids mess with his hair because he has a little sproUT in his hair
and you’re pretty sure you have a glasses kink because you’ve never felt this way when seeing someone with their glasses sitting on the top of their head
“hi, yeah, that’s me- i mean, that’s not me, but that’s my child- you know what i mean” you blow a strand of hair away from your face before adjusting your backpack with a sheepish grin
woW what the hell was that lol
taehyung presses his lips together to keep himself from bursting into chuckles
you’re so awkward sometimes but he supposes that’s just part of your charm
he wants to tell you you look real cute in your periwinkle sweater
and it’s endearing how the laces on your converse shoes are undone
no doubt from your frantic running down the hallway (he notices everything)
but of course he has to keep it professional because you are the parent of one of his students it doesn’t matTer that you’re the same age as him and that he’s very very very veRY attracted to you
“hi miss y/l/n.” taehyung smiles kindly before ticking next to your name on the clipboard “emma’ll be ready in a minute! we did finger-painting today so the kids are taking a little longer to wash up. how was your day?” he suddenly remembers the little ponYTAIL in his hair and he yanks the hair tie off quickly
“oh, y’know, the usual. it’s not super exciting having to keep studying after four whole years of studying.” you snort before pulling your own hair tie from your ponytail and letting your hair down
“i admire that! education is important.” taehyung hums
your hair looks so soft
it probably smells good too
o god he’s being creepy stop being creepy
“i suppose you’re right. what else happened…uh… had a really good caramel macchiato and a mediocre turkey sandwich for lunch-“
“mommy!” you snap out of your little trance when emma suddenly ziPs out of the classroom
her little backpack bounces against her back
“hi baby!” you grin and swoOp down to scoop her up into your arms
you smoosh kisses against her chubby cheek while she giggles away before you plop her back down onto the ground
it takes everything within taehyung not to mELT into the ground because even tho he sees you do that basically every day it never fails to turn him into a pile of mush IT’S SO CUTE
“we finger-painted today!” she cheers and holds her paper up for you to look at
“yeah, mr kim was just telling me-“
“that’s me, n that’s you, n that’s mr. kim!” she grins and points to the third figure in the painting and almost immediately bOTH yours and tae’s faces go bright red
you think you might actually be on fire right now (even tho this isn’t the first time this has hAPPENeD) ((ur referring to the time the class made play-doh people and emma made one of you and one of tae and the play-doh versions of you two are holding hands))
“oh! that’s, heh, uh, that’s nice! that’s so good, you did a good job, baby” you clear your throat and your eyes flicker over to taehyung
he tilts his head and offers you a meek smile
“will you put it up on the fridge when we go home?” she asks as you tuck it into her backpack for her before ziPping her bag up
“mhm…” you get back up onto your feet and dust your knees off “say g’bye to mr. kim”
“bye mr. kim!” emma turns around and hugs his legs
her face is like on the same level as his knees so he’s basically kneeing her and are u an awful mother if you kinda laughed at that
“goodbye, sweetheart!” he replies with the same level of enthusiasm as he gets down onto his knees so that he can give her a proper hug and she gives him a sweet lil kiss on the cheek “have a nice weekend, hm?” his eyes flicker up to you and you feel your heart skip a beat
emma pulls away from him and skips over to you “oh, and don’t forget to tie your laces, emma.” taehyung hums as he gets back up onto his feet
you look down because you remember putting emma in slip-on converse this morning not-
“he means you, mama.” emma not-so-subtly whispers and you look down at your undone laces before looking back up at taehyung who’s looking very amused at the moment
there it is again
that fuzzy feeling in your stuPid heart
u know what
you have to get over it because it’s never going to happen
you’re an adult
you can get over it fine you’ll be finE
this is just a silly little crush
“how do you feel about spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner?” you clutch emma’s little hand in yours as you guys make your way down the empty hallway
look
spaghetti is the only thing you’re actually reaLLy good at making okAY
obviously you feed your child other things,,,.., she likes kimchi fried rice with chunks of spam,,.,. a refreshing greek salad,,.. peanut butter (beanut putter) and jelly sandwiches,.,., sometimes a little fruit salad,,.,.
“yummy! with extra cheese?”
“it wouldn’t be as yummy without the extra cheese… but we obviously have to go to our usual place to get a hot chocolate first…” you’re rambling on and on about hot chocolate but emma isn’t really paying attention
because she has concocted a sneaky plan in that tiny brain of hers
she knows you like mr. kim
and she’s positive mr. kim likes you back
you always get so red around him
and he always gets so red around you
and red is the colour of love
which means that you must love mr. kim and mr. kim must love you
and she’s been trying her hardest to try and get you guys to hold hands or touch butts or whatever it is grown-ups do to prove they love each other
but each time she does something she’s never successful!!!
she tried to tell mr. kim about you dressing extra pretty for him but you smacked a hand over her mouth before she could get it out
she made a play-doh mommy and a play-doh mr. kim and presented them proudly to you and mr. kim and the both of you just laUGHED in hER FACE
do you people think she’s just a SIMPLE F O O L
and she has to admit the painting of you and her and mr. kim is probably one of her weaker moves but it’s better than nothing
and u know what
she just wants you to be happy
because she loves you a lot
and you’re a good mommy
and good mommies deserve to be happy
and from what she knows
mommies need daddies (sometimes mommies can be with other mommies!!!)
but yOU, specifically
you need a daddy
and mr. kim is the perfect fit!!! she likes mr. kim a lot
he’s always really nice to her and he lets her braid his hair and he gives her candies and kisses her cheeks
SO
this next part is all part of her evil plan and she’s positive that this time something will happen
all of her peers (including herself) have their own cubbies in the classroom
emma purposely left her snack box in there so that you’d have a reason to go back
AND she left a little note in there for you and (hopefully) mr. kim to read
emma is your child after all
meaning she’s a very verY clever girl
she just has to wait for the right time.,.,.
and the right time is noW
“mommy, my snack box is still in the classroom!!” emma stops in her tracks and you nod before pointing to the direction of the classroom
“go ahead, go get it”
“but i need to pee.” she squeezes her legs together and makes a face of discomfort “you need to get the snack box, mommy”
“i-“ you look back at the closed door of the classroom “mommy can wait for you to finish peeing and then you can go-“
“no, no, you need to go get it i need to pEE” the next thing you know she’s spRInting towards the washroom and you’re left standing in the middle of the hallway with question marks floating around your head
what in the hickory ham is going on
“gO GET MY SNACK BOX MOMMY” you hear her voice echo from the washroom
“alRIght alright” you snort before turning and heading back to the classroom
you don’t know why you’re suddenly so nervous
you’re retrieving your daughter’s snack box from her super attractive teacher that you definitely have a crush on there’s nothing to be nervous about
hi tae! emma left the ol’ snack box up in here!
whaddup mr. kim! mind if i just pOP right in??
yo Yo yOOoo have u seen a purple box anywhere?? because it belongs to emma and i need it
o god
all of these options are terrible
you need more time to rehearse your lines-
you’re about to reach up to knock on the door when suddenly it swiNgs right open and you stumble back in surprise
“oh shit!” taehyung reaches out and grabs onto your waist before you can fall flat on your aSS and you let out a squeak
in the midst of your almost-fall you’d grabbed onto his bicep and now.,.., he has an arm…, wrapped around your waist.,., while you have one hand on his bicep and one hand curled around the nape of his neck.,,,..,.,
the two of you snap out of your respective trances when you hear a door open down the hallway and you immediately leT GO of each other
also tae was right ur hair does smell really nice
“hi. sorry about that! i was on my way to the washroom and i didn’t know you were outside…” he clears his throat and prays to god he’s not as red as a tomato right now
“no, no! it was my bad, i’m sorry.” you reach up and scratch the back of your neck “i, uh, emma said she left her snack box in here.” you breathe out
“oh, uh, come in! i’ll help you search for it. it’s probably in her cubby. she’s always leaving things in there.” taehyung falls back into his ‘mr. kim’ persona as he leads you towards the cubbies in the back “let’s see… emma… here~” he bends down and you follow suit
oh my go d he even smells good is this aLLOWed
you perk up when you spot emma’s box
“hey, you’re right! here it is-“ you reach in and grab the box but you’re surprise when you notice the piece of paper stuck to the back of it
it’s an A4 piece of paper with a little card stuck to it and a note written in crayon on it
you recognise the card
it’s the business card of that little cafe you take emma to every friday after school
the one that you’re supposed to take her to right noW
‘mommy’s faveriate drink is karomal makkiatoe and mr. kim’s faverieote drink is hot chalklate’
“huh.” both you and tae are kinda just staring at the note
the gears are click-click-clicking away in both your guys’ heads
and then it hits the both of you at the same time
oh.
oh.
taehyung isn’t typically a ballsy guy but like
he’s feeling vEry brave all of a sudden
“can i take you out sometime?” he blurts out and your eyes widen in surprise
oh
well
you certainly weren’t expecting that
the both of you get back up onto your feet and you tuck emma’s box into your backpack
your cheeks flare up and you let out a little chuckle before scratching the back of your neck “i… uh…”
“i mean, don’t feel pressured to say yes just because i’m emma’s teacher!” taehyung stammers “i just, y’know, i don’t want to overstep here but i think you’re a very beautiful woman and-“
“i would love to.” you clear your throat and take your bottom lip in between your teeth “yeah, i would love to. actually, uh- emma and i, we usually go to this cafe every friday - if you’re free right now, maybe you can come and join us?” you rub your slighTLy damp hands on the back of your jeans and taehyung immediately lightS up and nods quickly
“i would love that. yeah, just… just gimme a second to clean up real quick! i’ll meet you and emma outside?”
“great! yeah, totally. she’s just.. she’s peeing right now so i should probably go check and see that she hasn’t flushed herself down the toilet or anything” you joke as you make your way towards the door and tae splits off to head to his desk “i’ll see you outside!”
you shut the door behind you and you have to quickly press yourself against the wall and you nearly bite your bottom lip off to keep yourself from screaming
your heart is going a million miles an hour and there are butterflies just having a raVE in your stomach
as soon as you leave the room taehyung pumps a fiST into the air in victory because Y E S HE DID IT
“did you find my box?” emma’s sitting outside the washroom as you approach her and you raise a brow before nodding
“mhm.” she gets up and grabs onto your hand before looking back at the classroom door
huh
did her plan not work
she knows she’s not supposed to say bad words but what the h*ck
she really thought her plan would work!!!!
“mr. kim’s joining us for hot chocolate today, by the way. hope you don’t mind.” you add casually and a cheshire-cat grin takes over emma’s face
the whole time you and emma and tae are at the cafe emma can’t help but feel proud of herself
you and mr. kim are sitting very vEry close to each other in your booth chatting away while she sits opposite of you two quietly nibbling at a scone and taking small sips of her hot chocolate
S U C C E S S has never tasted so good
luckily enough emma’s ballet class was cancelled today and you secretly thank the gods above because you’re having a really nice time with taehyung and it would have been a big ol bummer to have to leave early
he’s so sweet and considerate and he’s a really good listener
and he’s sO funny and super dorky in the best way possible
“oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on nap time. i love watching the kids sleep!” he pauses and his eyes widen “i promise i wasn’t trying to make that as creepy as it came out… they’re just so cute when they sleep!!! …okay, yeah, that still sounded creepy.”
you’re having so much fun with tae you’ve barely paid any attention to emma which is totally fine to her because she wanTs you and mr. kim to talk more
it’s just
emma gets pretty sleepy after a good snack or meal
sometimes she falls asleep halfway through eating (she used to do that a lot when she was a baby) ((one time she fell face flat into a bowl of mushy peas))
and the blueberry scone paired with the hot chocolate.,., that was a good snack,,..,
“oh my gosh, look at the time-“ your eyes widen when you realise it’s literally almost seven o’clock
you turn to look at emma and immediately stifle a laugh when you realize what’s happened
she fell asleep
her mouth is agape and there are a couple crumbs dusting her bottom lip
she only finished half her scone and she’s griPPing the other half in her tiny hand
you scrunch your nose and turn back to face tae “em and i should probably head home…”
it sucks because it’s still pretty early and u really really wanna keep hanging out with tae but,,.,.
“yeah, don’t worry about it!” tae nods understandingly and dusts his hands off before sliding out of the booth “i’ll help carry her to the car.”
“thank you for treating us to the hot chocolates and scones, by the way.” you hold the door open for tae as he steps outside with emma in his arms
she has her arms wrapped around his neck and her chin propped up on his shoulder
she still has a death grip on that scone
“of course! don’t worry about it.” taehyung hums and follows you to your car parked all the way at the end of the parking lot “by the way - did emma get you to sign the parental form for the trip to the aquarium?”
“she woke me up this morning by shaking it in my face.” you laugh lightly and open the door for tae “i’ll sign it tonight so she can hand it in tomorrow. oh, the car seat’s a little tricky so you can just plop emma in it and i’ll take care of the-“
click
clack
zip
snap
taehyung buckles emma in eaSILy and you’re genuinely taken aback by how quickly he did that
usually it takes you like five minutes to attach the one on her chest
and uh,,.., you’re pretty sure watching him being able to smoothly operate a child’s car seat isn’t supposed to be hot,.,. but dat shit was kinda hot
“sorry about that. what were you saying?” taehyung pulls away and closes the car door shut gently
“uh,.., i was just talking about that aquarium field trip form.” you clear your throat and resist the urge to fan your face
“ah, right! i’ve been meaning to ask - would you maybe be interested in being a chaperone for that field trip? we already have a couple parents who have signed up, but,.., i don’t know, i thought maybe it’d be fun to,.,”
okay taehyung has no idea how to word this
he just wants u to be a chaperone as a sneaky excuse to spend more time with you lol
“emma actually tricked me into signing up to become a chaperone, so unfortunately, you will be stuck with me for like six hours straight.” you smile and punch tae’s arm lightly
“sounds like a rough time but i’m sure i’ll be able to soldier through it.” he teases and raises a perfectly arched brow
a moment of silence goes by and all that can be heard is the slight buzzing from the cafe’s neon OPEN sign along with the faint chirping of crickets
“so, miss y/l/n.” tae clears his throat “can i put you down in charge of sandwiches and juice boxes?”
“sounds good, mr. kim.” you playfully resort back to your proFesSional names and you both stand up a little straighter before bursting into giggles
you don’t know what it is
maybe it’s because tae’s the first guy in a while you actually genuinely romantically like
maybe it’s because it makes you happy knowing that emma adores him and he adores emma
maybe it’s because within a couple of hours he’s successfully wormed his way into your heart because he’s so warm and kind and caring
but you have an overwhelming urge to just-
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you surprise yourself when you lean in to plant a tiny kiss on taehyung’s cheek
his eyes widen and his cheeks flush in surprise
he reaches up to adjust his square-framed glasses before letting out a small chuckle “i look forward to seeing you tomorrow morning, miss y/l/n.”
taehyung drives home that night with a megawatt smile on his face
anyone who passed by probably thought he was a maniac but he doesn’t care!!!!!!!
you kissed him on the cheek!!!!!!
he’s a maniac in love!!!!!!!!
you’re not any better
once you park the car in the driveway you let out a breath and then a little squeal and punch the horn compLetely forgetting that emma was still snoozing away in the back
emma peels one eye open to look at you and you lock gazes in the mirror
she immediately squeezes her eyes shut
you turn around and gawk at her “how long have you been awake for?”
“long enough 2 know dat u kissed mr kim on the cheek” she replies with her eyes still shut
goD
she really is a sneaky little bugger
“come on, mama - let’s go see your boyfriend!!!!” emma drags you down the hallway and you nearly stumble over your feet
“he’s not- mr kim is noT mommy’s boyfriend-“
“okay.,,.” emma pauses for a split second before her face lights up again “let’s go see your daddy!!!”
you choke
“that’s nOT ANY BETTER-“
surprisingly enough you made it a liTTle bit before eight o’clock when usually you always buSt in through the doors at like 8:05
the other parents are dropping their kids off for the day and it’s safe to say that this is the first time you’ve seen yoongi in the morning
he has a little bit of bedhead but
his tie is nice and neat as per usual
“good morning, yoongi! morning, hwayoung!!” you chirp and offer him a smile before reaching down to pat hwayoung’s head
“morning, y/n. morning, emma.” he smiles back at you before turning his head and letting out a small yawn
“good morning, hwayoung n hwayoung’s dad!!!” emma grins and bounces up and down on her feet
“morning, emma n emma’s mama.” hwayoung hums sleepily and reaches up to rub at her eyes whilst leaning against yoongi
huh
like father like daughter
“min hwayoung?”
you turn your head when you hear tae’s rich baritone voice
somehow it’s even 𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 in the morning
“alright, in you go. i’ll see you after school, chunky monkey.” yoongi bends down and gives hwayoung a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before she’s scurrying off to the classroom. “goodbye, y/n. i’ll see you after school as well.” he pats your arm and you laugh lightly before saying goodbye and moving aside to let him through
“emma y/l/n?”
you’re about to sWEep emma up and smoosh kisses all over her face then say goodbye but she grabs your hand and vEry aggressively drags you through the crowd of parents and her peers “emma, what are you-“
“good morning, mr. kim!” emma greets brightly and taehyung looks surprised to see you here because usually he just sees the kid in the morning and not the kid’s parent
“ah, good morning, emma! morning, miss y/l/n.” he smiles shyly before ticking next to emma’s name
“good morning, mr. kim…” you trail off and reach up to scratch the back of your neck
it’s probably because u don’t have any coffee in your system yet but you can’t think of anything else to say
and for a second taehyung forgets that he’s literally in the middle of his job and he has like ten other kids to take care of
“mama, don’t you have something for mr. kim?” emma tugs on your hand and you look down at her before furrowing your brows and shaking your head
“no, i do-“
“yes, you do!” she moves behind you and unZips the front pocket of your backpack and you let out a sQuawk when she yanks you down slightly “here!” emma pulls a shiny red apple out of your bag and hands it to you
you take it from her and raise a brow “i didn’t-“
“you packed this this morning, remember? to give to mr. kim?” she blinks and squeezes her eyes shut before opening them as wide as possible
.,,.is she trying to wink at you?
you’re going to have to teach her how to wink proper- oHHHHHh
“right! i… did! i did pack- here you go, tae- mr. kim.” you smile sheepishly and hand him the red apple
goD
now you feel like a tiny little teacher’s pet because none of the other parents ever bring tae apples and apparently you bring him apples now!!!
“thank you!” taehyung laughs lightly “that’s very sweet of you, miss y/l/n.”
you feel like your entire face is redder than the damn apple “uh, anyWays! em, i will see you later.” you pat the top of her head before nudging her into the room
“bye, mama!”
you glance back at tae “and i will also.,., see u later.,.”
woWie
what an interesting start to the day
“i don’t know how she managed to sneak an apple into my backpack without me noticing.” you slam the car door shut and jin laughs a little and shuts his door
you fling your backpack over your shoulder and jin hands you the takeaway cup of hot chocolate
sometimes you pick jin up from his place after you drop emma off at school just because it’s on the way and jin says he would rather dunk himself in boiling water than go on public transport at 8:30 in the morning
he makes it up to you by paying for the starbucks drivethru drinks
“she’s probably picking it up from me. i am super smooth, after all”
you snort immediately “oh, right, like that one time you- shit!”
“okay firSt of all i would NEVER defecate in public-“
“no, i’m not talking about you, you weirdo!” you scowl before unlocking your car and opening up the passenger seat door “emma left her lunch bag in here…”
jin checks the time on his watch “if you go back and drop it off you’ll only be… twenty-ish minutes late to class? don’t worry, i’ll catch you up on anything that’s important.”
“thAnk you so much you beautiful man-“
seokin gasps and purses his lips “so you ADMIT it you think i’m-“
“oh my god not noW-“ you hop into the driver’s seat and fling your backpack to the front seat before shoving the key into the ignition
you bought one of those fancy sandwich cutters and emma’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich is shaped like a butterfly today and you’ll be daMNed if she doesn’t get a chance to show it off to her classmates
you parked the car hastily so it’s kind of crooked but it’s fiNE
your sneakers squeak against the linoleum as you make your way down the familiar hallway
and you heaR the chorus of kids singing coming from tae’s classroom
you even hear tae singing along
“five little ducks went out one day, over the hill and far away, mother duck said quack quack quack quack, but only four little ducks came back-“
you peek into the room a little and giggle lightly when you see tae wiggling his arms and shaking his butt like a little duckling
how precious!!!!!!!
:’-)
u hate to interrupt the fun morning song but you really gotta get the heCk out of here and go back to class
you already hate that you might be missing 20 minutes of class so you’re trying to minimiZe those minutes as much as possible
you give the bright red door a couple knocks and shoot everyone a sheepish smile when the entire class and tae turn to look at who’s at the door
taehyung tells the kids to busy themselves with the duck song before he excuses himself
“hey!” he steps out of the room and shuts the door behind him “what’s up?”
“hey… emma left her lunch bag in the car so i figured i’d drive back and drop it off so it doesn’t look like i’m a negligent mother.” you joke before holding it out for him to take
“the girl loves her beanut putter sandwiches, doesn’t she?” taehyung takes the bag from you and shakes it gently
he only knows that because she has it for lunch like every day and she’s always showing it off to her friends because ‘my mommy cuts mY sandwiches into hearts because she loves me!!!!!!!!!’
“i keep telling her it’s peanut butter and not beanut putter… i think she knows the difference but she’s just doing it because she’s a little joker.” you snort and look down at the takeaway cup in your hand
you feel bad for interrupting the class so- “oh, before i forget! i brought a hot chocolate for you. it’s from starbucks so you know it haS to be good-“
“first an apple, then a starbucks hot chocolate?” taehyung beams and takes it from you “if i didn’t know any better, it’d seem like you were buttering me up or something…”
“ah, was it really that obvious?” you tease back
a beat of silence goes by
the both of you are now fully aware that there is a mutual attraction here
the unfortunate thing is that you’re both still big ol wuSSIes
taehyung wants to ask you out on a proper date.,.,. which he did yesterday!! but then you kinD of asked him if he wanted to join you and em for hot cocoa and scones??
and he kinda wants to take you out on a date that perhaps doEsn’t include emma.,,. no offence to her, of course!
he just wants some alone time with u
“so… yesterday was nice!”
almost instantly your cheeks flush and you let out a light laugh “yeah, it really was…”
well
he has you alone
so he might as well go for it agaIN
taehyung clears his throat “hey, so… i don’t know if it wasn’t clear yesterday, but i… would you want to go out on a date with me? like, a proper one?”
“you mean yesterday wasn’t a proper date?” your brows knit together and taehyung automatically enters pANIC mode
“n-no, not at all! i kinda meant l-like, ah, i don’t know, maybe this isn’t a good-“
“tae-“ you reach over and pinch his arm gently “i’m kidding. i would… love to go out on a proper date with you.”
taehyung lights up immediately and nods quickly “how does tonight sound? i overheard emma and hwayoung talking about their sleepover tonight, but if you’re busy we can totally find another time to-“
“tonight’s fine! tonight’s good.” you nod and smile at him
taehyung’s heart skips a beat
he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous and stuttery around you
“i can come pick you up at your place since i know where you live-“ oH gOd okay reel it back “-bECAUSE it’s on the registry-“
“sounds good! you can text me what the plans are after class today so that i’ll know what to wear-“
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your lashes flutter when taehyung leans forward and kisses your cheek just like you did to him last night
you unintentionally let out a little gasp and reach up to brush your fingers over your reddening cheek “mr. kim! keep it professional…” there’s a playful glint behind your eyes and taehyung can’t help but snort and roll his eyes playfully “besides - it looks like we have an audience.”
he glances over his shoulder and sure enough all the kids are squiShed up against the window in the door to sneak a peek at mr. kim and emma’s mom
“…scATTER-!“ you hear emma and you can’t help but laugh at the sight of the kids panicking and heading back to their spots
you open your mouth to speak
and then it happens
“mr. kim and emma’s mom, sitting in a tree! K-I-S-s,,,,..,,e?,,.i…a!!! i..?” the song trails off into unsure mumbles because none of the kids know how to spell kissing yet and you let out a groan and reach up to cover your face
taehyung stifles a laugh and shakes his head
“i think that’s my cue to leave” you kiss your teeth and point towards the hallway
“you’re going to leave me here to face the merciless teasing of all those kids by myself?!” taehyung gawks at you before turning to look into the classroom where all the kids are huddled by the whiteboard trying to figure out how to spell kissing as if it was some biG ol conspiracy theory
so far they have ‘khisign’ and ‘keccing’ and.,., one kid wrote down ‘kitten’
??
huh
maybe he should replace morning singing with morning spelling from now on
“i’ll make it up to you, mr. kim!” you’re already hALfway down the hall and taehyung’s heart goes bAbumP when you blow him a kiss
“i’m holding you to that promise, miss y/l/n!”
ah, yes.
to be young and in love.
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Okay so I noticed you've been getting requests for lilpea ficlets and I'm sure you're swamped but the opportunity to talk to you is an opportunity to talk to an fucking phenomenal writer who deserves the world. K? If you have time, a lilpea high school AU would be adorable. You pick the trope obviously
a/n: it’s been AGES since i’ve written for sweet pea/riverdale. and even longer since i’ve channeled lilith. but, i want a little more variety on my blog so here you go! please feel free to send in requests of any type! i didn’t really pick a “trope” for this, honestly. i just did a quick lil high school au!
ps, i FORGOT how nice it is to be SPECIFIC and not write X READER FICS. thank god for lilith.
“I can’t believe you’re intermingling with those stuck up Northsiders,” Pea growls, bouncing the basketball under his knees as they sit on the bleachers.
Lilith rolls her eyes, “Listen, be diplomatic about this, okay? We’re basically living here. We may as well make as many friends as we can. And that Betty chick is number one on my list.”
“You just think she’s pretty,” Sweet Pea tosses the basketball towards her, Lilith catching it in her gut. Her violet irises glare down at him, full lips tugged into a fine line, “And? What about it?”
Sweet Pea reaches out for her, beckoning her closer, “Not gonna dump my ass for a Northsider, are ya?”
She puts the ball in his lap, curling her fingers around his cheeks to tilt his head upward, “You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried, Sweets.”
He smiles, a rare occurrence if she’s not present, and purses his lips to kiss her chastely. A hollering comes from across the court where Reggie makes obscene gestures with his hands. Sweet Pea is stood to his feet before Lilith can grab ahold of him, his steps echoing in the otherwise empty gym.
“You know, if you and your little demon-girl want to make out, you can do it away from the rest of us.” Reggie spins a basketball on his fingertip, smirking across the court at Sweet Pea. He flinches as the Southsider gets too close, fists balled up at his sides.
“Reggie, you son’ve a bitch,” Sweet Pea’s biceps flex with the muscle memory of how to sucker punch. He tilts his head, “You’re lucky I don’t lay you out in front of the whole damn team. I already tripped you up at practice this morning, and in gym, and this is what you think you should do?”
Reg’s dark eyes take in Sweet Pea’s taller frame, packed with dense muscle. He holds his hands up, pouting his full lips, “Hey, Sweets, I just-oh shit!”
Sweet Pea has decked him in the face, shaking his fist from the impact, “Damn, Reg, got a hard head, don’t ‘ya?”
Reggie is reeling, falling backward into the arms of the rest of the basketball team. He seethes through his teeth and surges forward, ready to return the favor, when Lilith steps in between the two of them, palms on either of their chests.
“I swear I’ll give him a good talking to, Reggie,” Lilith looks towards the Northsider, his eye already swelling. “You should go get some ice on that.”
Despite everything telling him to slug Sweet Pea, Reggie turns and walks to the locker room with the other athletes in close tow. Lilith shakes her head, chuckling to herself as she turns to look Sweet Pea in the eye, “You’re a sap.”
“What?” Sweet Pea narrows his eyes, “I-I am not.”
Lilith grabs him by the shirt to yank him down to her level, only to press a kiss to his nose, “You literally just got angry with him because he called you my nickname for you.”
The Southside Serpent blushes just enough for Lilith to know that she’s gotten it right. She pats him on the cheek before releasing him, wrapping an arm around his waist, “Drive me home?”
“Pfft,” Sweet Pea tucks her under his arm, kissing the top of her head, “Like I’d let anyone else do it.”
“I dunno,” Lilith trails off. Her eyes dart in every direction, “Maybe I could ask Reg for a ride home?”
Sweet Pea’s fist curls around her bicep and he starts to grumble and growl, but she squeezes him around the waist with a giggle, “Sweets, babe, calm down. I’m kidding.”
“Damn right. Like Reg could even put up with your smart ass.” Sweet Pea leans down to grab her up, tossing her over his shoulder, a pert slap landing on her backside as he does so. Lilith squeals, holding him around the torso to keep herself steady, “You dick! Put me down!”
He laughs, “Not many Southsiders let their girls call them dicks, sweetheart.”
“I’ll call you anything I like.” Lilith huffs into the fabric of his leather jacket, pouting even though no one can see her. Sweet Pea walks with her strewn over his shoulder through the Northside parking lot until he reaches the spots where all of the Serpents’ motorcycles are set up.
After placing her back on her feet, Sweet Pea pats down her hair and clothes to get her back from her disarray. He rolls his eyes at her facial expression - eyes unable to focus and a bright flush on her cheeks. He’d never admit it aloud, but he loves the innocent fullness of her cheeks and roundness of her eyes. The way her amethyst eyes sparkle when she looks at him makes him sure that he’s doing the right thing most days, when otherwise he’d feel like he were failing.
Lilith pokes her index fingertip into his ribs, glaring as menacingly as she can when she looks like she’s embarrassed, “Listen here - I don’t like-oh.”
Sweet Pea grabs her by the waist and pulls her upward, kissing her square on the mouth. He laughs as he pulls away, leaving her dazed at the sudden action. Pushing her curly locks away from her face, he nods to his bike, “Wyrm first - you got that test tomorrow, right? Can’t have you flunkin’ out on me.”
Her eyes are shining up at him once she shakes out of her stupor, fingers wrapped in the cloth of his flannel. Lilith leans forward to thump her head against his chest, “And here I was, trying to get you home so I could have my way with you.”
A mischievous smile tugs on Sweet Pea’s lips, “Finish that studying and you can have your way with me in the Wyrm’s supply closet. C’mon.”
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a/n: IT WAS SO BAD. BUT. I’VE GOT TO GET MY TRAINING WHEELS BACK ON SO I CAN FINISH FORBIDDEN FRUIT.
tagging: @southsidearchive @hughstheforcelou @the-gargoyle-queen @theangriestpea @wayward-river
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Big Mood (pt 2)
→ Part One ←
Request: Another anon request for SP (or Malachai) with a Plus-sized Reader with anxiety. So....I copped out by making a part two to Big Mood.
Pairing: Sweet Pea x PS!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k+
Warnings: public sex, daddy kink mention, weight mention?, body image issues.
“And don’t worry, you’ll be coming again later.”
You were on edge all night. Despite Sweet Pea’s reassurance that you looked ravishing, and even him pleasuring you before you left, you still felt so exposed. Every so often you had to tug your dress down to keep it at what you thought was an acceptable length. Pea would just shake his head at you and tell you to stop worrying.
But you could feel people staring and your destructive thoughts had your anxiety on high. Despite taking some medication for it while you were getting ready, Pea had you out so long that it had worn off. Now you were just a tight ball of raw nerves ready to explode. That is until Sweets took you out to a secluded part of Fox Forest after your dinner at the same restaurant he took you to on your first date six months ago.
All in all it was very sweet and he made sure to make it special, holding your hand across the table, stroking the back of it with his thumb to try and calm you down. He could see that you were struggling, but he also knew that when you got like this it was hard to calm you down with just words of encouragement.
It seemed a little out of character for him to be so thoughtful. He normally didn’t put a whole lot of effort into your dates, usually you did casual things like go to the movies or to Pop’s. This was something much nicer. You appreciated all the work he put into it but you felt like you were ruining it with your damn anxiety.
He led you to a blanket spread out with an excellent view of Sweet Water River. You smiled lightly, “Sweet Pea…this is too much. You didn’t need to do all this for me.”
“Of course I did.” Sweet Pea said, sitting down on the blanket. “You’re special to me and I wanted to show it. I asked Toni what I should do for our anniversary and this is what she suggested. I’m guessing by your reaction that I did well?”
You sat down next to him, smoothing out your dress so that it didn’t ride up too high. “It’s perfect, really.”
He looked over at you, his dark eyes glistening in the moonlight, “but?”
“I feel like I’m ruining it.” You blurted out. “My heart won’t stop racing, I feel like I can’t breathe, I feel like everyone is staring at me.”
He grabbed your hand to hold it lovingly, “if anyone is staring at you, princess, it’s because of how good you look tonight. You’re not ruining anything, I promise.”
You let out a shallow breath before flashing him a small smile. “Now, there’s no one out here but us.” He leaned over and kissed you gently, “I know it doesn’t help to tell you to stop worrying, but we’re alone now. Just take deep breaths. Remember what I said earlier?”
You tried thinking back to anything he notable he might have said, “When?”
“Before we left your house.” Sweet Pea said, a devious look crossing his face. A blush crept up your cheeks as you thought back to the orgasm he had given you. And his words that you’d be coming again.
You tried to turn your face from him but he grabbed it before you could. “You look so sexy tonight, gorgeous. This dress is perfect, keeping my hands to myself has been eating me alive all night.”
His hand touched your knee before creeping up your leg to your thigh. Your eyes met his, seeing the brown orbs filled with desire and want. You parted your lips slightly to wet them with your tongue and before you could even retract it back, Sweet Pea was kissing you open-mouthed.
You moaned lightly as he pushed you back gently so he could move on top of you. His tongue met with yours, swirling around and wrestling with it. His hand that was on your thigh continued to push upwards. You lifted your hips slightly so he could push the hem up to the top of your wide hips.
His thumbs brushed over the elastic of your lace thong and you started to squirm with anticipation beneath him. Sweet Pea let out a small chuckle as he started to leave wet kisses down your jawline and neck. He reached up and tugged the top of the strapless dress down to expose your breasts.
Suddenly he pulled away after feeling the bra, “what the hell is this?” He asked, confused at the sight of it. There was only a clasp in the middle of the adhesive bra. He had never actually seen one before and he wasn’t sure how to take it off.
You let out a giggle before peeling it off slowly for him, setting it carefully to the side so that the adhesive wouldn’t get dirty. “It’s girl magic.”
Sweet Pea grinned before descending onto your breasts, leaving bite marks and sucking on the tender flesh. You let out another soft moan, one of your hands moving to run through his hair as he blew lightly onto your nipple to harden it. Once satisfied he put his mouth around it, licking the hard piece of flesh before starting to suck on it. The erotic feeling causing you to become wet between your thighs.
“Sweet Pea,” You mumbled as he switched to the other side, doing the same thing. You rubbed your thighs together in a feeble attempt at relief for how turned on you were. You let out a surprised squeak when he suddenly bit down playfully to leave his mark, just like he had done on your thighs hours before.
Pea chuckled as he pulled his mouth away from you. Your hands went to his pants to fiddle with his belt, unbuckling it before unzipping his zipper and undoing his button. Sweet Pea just stared down at you darkly as your hand wiggled into his pants to feel his partially hard cock.
He let out a small groan at your tentative touch. You rubbed him at an agonizingly slow pace. Sweet Pea moved his hands back to your underwear and yank them downward eagerly.
His fingers were soon in your wet folds, probing your clit in a teasing manner equal to how you were touching him. You let out a whine, making Sweet Pea smirk. “You’re so wet, baby.” He said, rubbing your bundle of nerves in torturous circles.
You pulled his dick out fully so you could stroke him a little faster. You could feel it hardening under your touch. Sweet Pea thrust lightly into your grip as he bit back a moan. “How do you want it, princess?”
You bit your lip as you looked up at him, “just like this.” He nodded and pulled your thong completely off before spreading your legs. You released your grip on him so that he’d be able to move more freely.
Sweet Pea rubbed your thighs, admiring their size and how smooth they were. He grabbed the base of his penis and lined his tip up with your entrance. A shudder of anticipation ran through you as he slowly pushed in the tip.
A moan escaped from you as he slid all the way in, taking a beat to revel in the feeling of you around him before moving back out. He quickly jerked his hips forward into a fast pace that had more moans spilling from your mouth. Sweet Pea grabbed one of your legs, hoisting it up so that it was over his shoulder to get a deeper angle. Despite your size you were actually fairly flexible.
“Sweet Pea,” You mewled as he increased his already quick pace, his thumb came to rub your clit again, increasing the amount of pleasure you were feeling. You didn’t care that you were out in public or that anyone could see you. It actually added to the excitement.
“That’s right, baby girl. Take it for daddy. You like being fucked out in the open?” Sweet Pea practically growled at you, resulting in you becoming even wetter for him.
Your hips met his in a perfect rhythm. After a few minutes of him gradually increasing his pace, you started to keep the familiar pressure build up in the bottom of your abdomen. Pea could always tell when you were close, his thumb worked your clit even faster to bring you over the edge.
Sweet Pea came the same time you did, spilling his hot semen deep inside of you. Thank god you were on the pill, you thought as you felt him fill up your core. He panted as he slowly pulled out, white cum seeping out with his cock.
He put your leg down and laid down beside you to continue to catch his breath. “Happy Anniversary, baby.” He said as he pulled you close to him.
You nuzzled your nose into his chest lovingly, “Happy Anniversary, Pea.”
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sex ban // sp
requested by anonymous: Hello! Could you please do a reader x sweet Pea where the reader puts him in a sex ban (because of some stupid bet with fangs or he pissed her off, some reason like that) and he’s really whiny and needy and is constantly begging for some sort of relief, thankyou!! Ps. I love your writing!
You had just overheard a conversation where Sweet Pea was exposing all of your sexual secrets and you were livid. You had told Sweet Pea that you didn’t care that people knew you had sex, but it was another to reveal secrets only the two of you were supposed to know. You never told the girls how big he was or what his favorite position was or anything that was meant to be kept between the two of you. But there sat Sweet Pea, in the lounge at school, blabbing about all of the things he’s done to you. You were seething in the hallway when Veronica walked up.
“Hey, y/n.” she greeted with a smile until she saw the literal steam shooting out of your ears, “uh oh, what’d he do?” she asked.
“He’s in there spilling confidential information about our sex lives to anyone with ears.” you hissed. You turned and walked to your locker with Veronica following close behind. Usually, you met Sweet Pea and the others in the lounge before class started to just hang out and relax before the school day, but today was not one of those days. You didn’t want to be around Sweet Pea right now.
“I say you put him on a sex ban. If Reggie ever spilled, it’s what i’d do.” she suggested. Your eyes brightened and your anger subsided, “Veronica you’re a genius.” you smiled mischievously. The two of you walked back to the lounge where everyone was. You walked over and sat right on Sweet Pea’s lap like you always did, him kissing your cheek and resting a hand on your thigh.
“Ah, y/n. Sweet Pea here was just telling us all of your dirty little secrets.” Cheryl teased.
“Oh was he.” you looked down at Sweet Pea who held a slightly nervous expression. You asked what Sweet Pea had told them, as if you didn’t already over hear, “well, Sweet Pea won’t be taking part in any of those things for quite a while.” you said in the most calm voice you could muster up as you pushed Sweet Pea’s hair away from his eyes.
“What do you mean, babe?” he asked furrowing his eyebrows. You ran your thumb in between his eyebrows, smoothing out the wrinkles. You smirked at him before leaning down and kissing his slightly pouted lips.
“You, my love, are on a sex ban. Starting right now.” you mumbled against his lips, placing one more soft kiss on them before leaning back.
“You’re joking right?” he asked.
“Not in the slightest, babe. Should’ve thought about the consequences before spilling such private information.” you teased.
“Whatever, you’ll be begging for me before i ever crack.” he tried his best to play it off, but everyone knew you and they knew you wouldn’t cave before Sweet Pea. this was going to be fun - not just for you, but for your friends as well as they all snickered.
“We’ll see about that, Sweets.” you got up from his lap and walked out as the bell rang, heading to class with Veronica who praised you for your punishment and begged for daily updates knowing how needy Sweet Pea can be.
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Only a week had past and while Sweet Pea was mad that you put him on this sex ban, he hasn't tried anything. You haven’t teased him either, just going on about your normal lives, but to make this punishment an actual punishment you had some tricks up your sleeve.
You were currently sat at Pop’s, Sweet Pea next to you and Veronica and Reggie across from you. It was double date night and you decided now would be the perfect time. So, while the four of you talked while slowly sipping on your milkshakes, you placed your hand on Sweet Pea’s thigh and leaned into him a little. This was a normal thing you did so Sweet Pea didn’t think anything of it until you moved it a little higher and started brushing your your fingers in a circular motion on his inner thigh. He shot you a look, but continued his with what he was saying.
“So, how’s punishment going, Sweet Pea?” Veronica asked catching onto what you were doing.
“Just dandy. But y/n here thinks she slick.” he grabbed your hand form his thigh and placed it back in your lap while giving you an annoyed look making Veronica and Reggie chuckle.
“I always do that, you ass.” you exclaimed with fake offence.
“Mmhmm.” he sassed. You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your milkshake and returning to the conversation.
After Pop’s you and Sweet Pea went back to your house. Heading upstairs, the two of you decided to put on lounge clothes and watch movies for the rest of the night. Sweet Pea changed into sweats and a tshirt, throwing you the flannel he was wearing today. You always stole the flannel he would wear during the day to sleep in because it smelled like him. You took off your outfit from the day, leaving on your underwear and bralette before slipped the flannel on and buttoning it up about halfway.
“Can you not do that tonight? Put on some shorts and button it up all the way.” Sweet Pea whined.
“I always sleep like this though.” you said confused looking down at what you were wearing.
“Yeah and it’s mad sexy so i need you to not sleep like that tonight.” he said as he walked over and began buttoning up the rest of the buttons.
“Nope, i’m not making this ban easy on you.” you pushed his hands away and unbuttoned the few buttons he did and walked over to bed, climbing in and getting comfortable. Sweet Pea stood in his spot looking at you begrudgingly as he watched you get into bed. You smiled at him, opening your arms for him to cuddle with you. He buried his head in your neck placing a tiny kiss there as he wrapped his arms around you. He moved his head back to look at you as he puckered his lips. You smiled and placed a kiss on his lips before unwrapping your arms from his neck and turning on your side, pressing your back against his front.
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Another week had passed and Sweet Pea was becoming more and more needy as the days went on. You found it amusing but Sweet Pea didn’t.
“Come on, babe. Just a quicky.” he begged.
“No, Sweet Pea. That defeats the purpose of a sex ban.” you told him. You rolled your eyes as he let out a childish whine.
‘What about a blowjob?” he asked hopeful.
“No.”
“A hand job?” he asked.
“No, Sweet Pea. if you’re so needy then go to the bathroom and take care of yourself.”
“But it feels better when you do it.” he whined.
“Should’ve thought about that before you told everyone confidential information that only you were supposed to know.”
“I’m sorry! Okay, i shouldn’t have told them. Just please, do something. I’m literally begging you.” he walked over to you with his puppy dog face in full effect and his hands finding their way to your waist.
“Aw baby.” you said fake pouting and cupping his cheek with your hand, “you’re still not getting any.” you said poking his nose before turning and walking out of your room to go downstairs for some food. Sweet Pea followed behind you, still begging for you.
“For how much longer?” he huffed.
“Good question, i haven’t figured that out yet.”
“Well figure it out soon, i’m losing my mind.” he said tossing his head back in annoyance.
“You’ll be okay, Sweet Pea. You did this to yourself so quit whining.” you sent him an amused smirk before returning to making food for the two of you.
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So Cheesy
Loki x Reader fluff
Warnings: None
Word count: My brain feels numb
PS- this is a really small work. If some of you are waiting for chapters of SUN I apologise for the delay. I have some really important life changing events going on right now. So this is all I could make at this point. Thank you for reading.
MASTERLIST
(This gif doesn't belong to me. Credits to the owner.)
"How can you eat that?"
"How can you not?!"
Loki looked at you with utmost concern and then back to your plate of 7 heavens cheese Pizza- the cheesiest in town.
You sat opposite him on the breakfast table while Peter ate by the TV, enjoying his share with a Brooklyn Nine-Nine marathon. No one was home as they'd been called for a government meeting, leaving the God and Friday in charge.
You shook your head as you saw him turn his tourmaline eyes dilating just the right amount to give you his puppy eyes.
"You know that doesn't work when there's food in question, right?" You smirked, taking another bite as the grease dripped from your hands.
"I had to give it a shot," Loki retorted, "I can hear your cholesterol level rise from here, Y/N," coming back to his comfortable sarcastic self.
"Ugh! Relax, Loki. I'm here for a good time, not a long time."
For a second your words caught the both of you off guard. Your heads bent into your plate and books, stealing glances at the other through your eyelashes to look for a reaction.
"I mean," you continued, clearing your throat.
"I'd love to live long if I had a reason to. It's not like someone's waiting to spend eternity with me or anything," you muttered.
Loki moved his fingers over the same page again and again, in deep thought, not realising he was spelling out your name.
"Right. I just want you around for selfish reasons. You are not so dull as some of your comrades here. And I'd rather not let my entertainment die so easily." His steady gaze burned through you, igniting a cold fire in your heart.
Oh you sly trickster.
"Of course. After all I'm the only one who can actually keep a conversation going with you despite your egotistical demeanor," you responded, trying to hold your laugh.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, surprised at your accusation, "I'm not! Talking about conversations, you really don't know the first thing about talking when more than two people are in discussion."
"I'd rather listen t-"
"Spare me the lies. You really are not good at showing dominance, always allowing others to take charge."
"And I still can't make you ask me out," you said under your breath.
"What?"
"What?"
"And that! Always muttering gibberish under your breath. Do you know how infuriating that is?" He announced, standing up and moving away from the table.
"More than you know, you stupid perfection," you mumbled again in frustration, making him stop in his tracks and look back at you with disapproval.
"Stop that." Loki commanded, his stone face looking at you for complete surrender.
You stood up, for the first time in your life making something else a choice over your pizza. Taking in a lung-fill of air, you looked right into his tourmalines, with the same stony stare.
"Make me."
Peter turned his head towards the two of you, his eyes turning wide, copying his mouth.
Loki stood there for a moment, trying to let your words seep in. A small silent gasp left his lungs as he tilted his head, his eyes closing for a second and then coming back to you.
"Did you just-"
"Yes."
"No, I'm talking abou-"
"Yes."
"You know I'll take that as an invi-"
"About time! Yes."
Loki looked at you as he licked his lips and then at the hallway to your rooms. Without another word, he took your hand and guided you towards them.
Peter sank into his sofa, his mouth still wide open at what just happened, trying to control the excitement.
"BONE!" shouted Captain Holt from the big screen in front of him.
"Big mood, Captain. Big mood."
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