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kamiversee · 3 months

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✧.* CHAPTER 41 || The Cute Bartender

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, very cute fluff, & teasing.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 3.6k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——YOUR QUESTION REMAINS unanswered for quite some time. To constantly weigh out your options of who would be a better lover for you is going to take time.

But, as of right now, even if you wanted to choose Gojo over Choso, he's already made it clear he's not allowing that. He doesn't think he's good for you and, in case you forgot, you're technically supposed to hate him.

That being said, your choice is already made for you.

But none of that is important right now. You were allowed a break until the semester began again but, since your university's winter break was a span of two, almost three months, you were honestly ready to finish the list by late January.

Even though you said you were taking a break from the men, you still kept in contact with them. You'd text Choso on some days but he'd often scold you about how you wanted a break, which only made you want to talk to him more.

Then, you even had your phone calls with Gojo which consisted of him doing the same damn thing-- pestering you by saying 'As much as I love listening to you talk, sweets, you're supposed to be taking a break from me' which, was just as sweet as the messages Choso would send.

Yeah, you were definitely falling for both of them in your own way and nothing could stop that. Even so, you were ready to get back to the list.

There was one name left. You couldn't believe it. As of now, you were laid out on your bed, your delicate fingers curled around a pen as you went down the list of yours. Reading over each name reminded you of your experiences with them, whether it was good or bad, and you were surprised you finally made it this far.

At one point, you doubted you could even do this. So many lessons have been learned, so many personalities and so many situations have been experienced. It's almost, emphasis on almost, beautiful when you think back on it.

To go from a broke and regular college student to one whose life is filled with drama, good (for the most part) sex, and men who've somehow managed to fall for you. It's the kinda thing you never imagined for yourself.

Just one semester ago, you were worried about even landing a job and now look at you; you've managed the money from Gojo better than ever so you're truly set for quite some time.

With a sigh, you place the pen down beside your journal and trace your fingers over the final name; Nanami Kento. Once you sleep with him it's over. It's almost bittersweet to think about.

As you stare at your journal, you think you have a plan for it once the list is complete. A plan that you've talked to Gojo about and he's agreed to-- the two of you are going to burn the list.

Neither of you want any physical evidence of it so you think burning it once it's complete will prove to be a nice way to say goodbye to the memories that come with the list. Nowhere in your text messages or his do you two discuss the list explicitly, just in case someone were ever to go through your devices, and the only time it's been talked about aside from in person is over phone calls.

But, you're not worrying about that getting out. Someone would have to dig really deep to find the recordings of you and Gojo's phone calls. Like, to the police deep to find them. Or hacking your cell. But, you have no reason to worry about that, right? Gojo said he's not involved in anything illegal and you trust him (to some extent).

So again, it's bittersweet to think about this list finally coming to an end. It was like a game you had to play and knowing that the end credits were about to roll soon just made you feel odd inside. Yeah, you wanted it to end but as it was actually happening, it was like leaving a chapter of your life behind.

After all, you'll never be able to undo what's been done. You can't go back and change who you've slept with or how.

So, with that final little thought, you sigh again and then shut your journal. Getting up to put it away in its locked drawer compartment, you wonder what it'll be like to finally meet Nanami.

You have a good feeling about him.

And no, not one of those good feelings that result in disaster but, an actual good feeling. Something about the thought of this tall, blonde, and sexy man whose facial expression holds a stupidly attractive seriousness at all times just makes you feel calm.

You feel like you're going to be dealing with someone so mature that it'll ease your mind, kind of like how your mind was at ease when you first met Choso.

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And you had every right to be in good spirits about meeting Nanami because the man did, in fact, turn out to be one of the best and lightest experiences for you.

Despite how difficult he may seem, Nanami is just a man you couldn't catch at the right time. That was the only reason why you ever considered him to be 'hard' to seduce. And no, it's not some magical effect you had that made your efforts work, it was this genuine and raw connection that formed when you met him.

It was surely a night to be remembered.

A simple pair of black heels lightly clacked against the floor as you walked with your head held high into that damned nightclub-- the same nightclub in which you couldn't run into Nanami at the right time for the longest. This night was different though, as you had arrived before him for once.

It wasn't planned or anything but, your arrival to the building was before he'd gotten there. The dress you wore to accompany the heels on your feet was just as simple and was shaded in the same color; black. It was moderately tight-fitting and hugged your body just right.

Unlike some of your past dresses, it didn't make you feel like you were going all out and you thought you blended in nicely with everyone else that was there. Around your neck was that same necklace Gojo gifted to you on Christmas as you never really had the heart to leave home without it on.

Your excuse for wearing it all the time was because it was really pretty. It had nothing to do with Gojo of course. Or at least, that's what you tell yourself anyway.

Making your way to the bar, you took a seat in an area you knew Nanami to typically sit at and then you scouted the area for either him or the cute brown-haired friend he's always with. Finding nothing and no one, you sigh and decide to order a drink.

After which, you gave yourself thirty minutes before you'd leave and try again in another two weeks. You didn't even tell Gojo you were starting back up on the list yet so it's not like there was any pressure for you to seduce Nanami tonight, maybe that's what made everything so different.

Your nails tapped across the bar as you waited and at some point, you even made conversation with the cheeky bartender. The thing about this bartender is that you've seen him talk to Nanami plenty of times and you're pretty sure they're friends.

He had this really cute face and pretty brown eyes that made you feel safe in a strange way. Every time you see him he's got this beanie on top of his head and his clothes are always baggy, something you saw his manager scold him about a few times at one point.

Either way, today was your first time actually talking to him and you learn that his name is Ino Takuma and that he actually recognizes you, having paid attention to the few times you've been there.

"Are you waiting on someone, beautiful?" Ino had questioned you.

Oh yeah, and he's also been complimenting you nonstop from the moment you two began talking. It's in a friendly way, you think. It doesn't seem like he's flirting, just being kind, which you like.

You smiled at the man, "Is it that obvious?"

He makes this silly face in thought and you note how expressive he is. "Hmmmm, I mean for me, yeah. But that's only because I see you come here around the same time every two weeks."

"Yeah?" You meet his eyes with a smile on your face and he holds the eye contact for at least five seconds before he looks away. He's adorable. "So, you've really been paying attention to me all this time?" You ask before going to take another sip of your preferred drink of the night.

Ino laughs and the sound is so joyful it almost heals something in you. "I mean, nooo..." He drags out, smiling through his words before he shrugs, "I pay attention to everyone. And plus, how could I forget a pretty face like yours?"

You're still staring at him and you don't think you've ever paid attention to how much someone avoids eye contact before dealing with Choso. After that man, it's so obvious to you now when someone gets nervous to look you in the eye for too long.

"Is that a compliment, Ino?" You ask softly, the use of his name making his ears flush a cute shade of pink.

He clears his throat and wipes down a part of the nearby counter. There are not that many people at the bar tonight so that gave him the leisure to speak to you. "...Yeah," Ino replies, trying to focus on his small task instead of your eyes gazing at his face.

You hum. "Thank you," You say before moving to rest your chin in the palm of your hand as you rest your elbow on the bar.

Ino finishes his little task and then places the cloth he used elsewhere, finally looking at you now that your eyes have gone elsewhere, "He'll be here soon, by the way."

You blink and your eyes flick up to Ino's face, confused by his words, "Who?"

He flashes that friendly smile at you, "Nanami."

You're not sure if you should pretend not to know who Nanami is or if you should ask how Ino knows you're waiting on the man. For now, you swallow, "Nanami?"

Ino moves his hand up and over his head a bit, "He's like this tall, blonde," The brown-haired male gestures toward his eyes, "Wears these funky glasses sometimes?"

You bat your eyelashes at him in confusion, "Okay... Why uh, why're you telling me he'll be here soon?"

"You know him, don't you?" Ino asks, his thin and well-kept brows furrowing a bit as he innocently tilts his head.

"I know of him, I suppose," You answer vaguely, "But, why'd you think I know him?"

His shoulders raised a bit, "Cause' he asked me about you."

You swallow the sudden nervous lump in your throat, "H-He asked about me? Why? When?"

Ino chuckles at the worry in your face. To him, it just seemed like you were nervous in a shy sort of way, "He just asked me if you came here any other times. Like, times when he's not here."

"Why?" You ask.

"I dunno'," Ino shrugs casually, "I think you caught his attention." He adds on with a little wink.

Your lips pull into a straight line, "I highly doubt that."

"Why? You're pretty," Ino compliments yet again.

"Thanks but I've seen Nanami enough times to know that I have not caught his attention. Trust me, I know how men operate when their attention is caught." You scoff as you glance over to the dance floor and watch some of the people there.

Ino doesn't seem to understand what exactly you mean by that and his brows furrow, "You caught my attention, and yet this is my first time talking to you." He points out.

Almost naturally, as if you'd grown accustomed to flirting, your gaze trails back over to the cute bartender and you smirk, words slipping out of your mouth without thought, "I've caught your attention? How so?" You ask, unintentionally adding a sultriness to your tone.

He gulps and his eyes avoid yours yet again, "I mean you are an attractive woman. S-So I just mean it in that you catch more people's eye than you think. A-And uh, y'know, not everyone's gonna approach you first because sometimes attractive people make others nervous..." He stammers out.

He's so ridiculously nervous and it's the cutest thing. You lift your head from your hand and cross your arms over the counter, leaning forward a little and your chest unknowingly growing more visible as you do so, "Am I making you nervous right now, Ino?" You whisper.

Okay, now you're purposefully teasing him.

He chuckles, kinda awkwardly, "N-No? Pfft... I'm not nervous. Y-You-," He clears his throat, "You're not making me nervous."

You raise but a single brow and keep your gaze on him, "You can't even look me in the eyes while we talk."

Ino suddenly looks at you, meeting your unwavering gaze and sweating a bit. "I'm lookin' at you now."

You stare long and hard, right into those brow irises of his and he tries to stare back but, he can't help but glance to the left or right for a split second before trying to keep his eyes on yours.

A slow and taunting smile spreads across your features, "Barely." You point out.

He rolls his eyes and sighs, "Whatever. I wasn't nervous I'm jus' not good with eye contact."

You tilt your head at him and narrow your eyes, "That's not true."

"Eh?" Ino's brows push together, "How are you gonna' tell me..." He says with a pout.

You giggle, "You manage eye contact with everyone else just fine."

He moves for a nearby empty glass someone's placed down, and glances at you as he does so, "So you've been paying attention to me, then?"

Of course, your eyes have hardly left his. It's fun teasing someone like this, "A bit, yeah."

Ino moves with the empty glass to place it with other dirty ones, humming a little nervously, "Oh..." As he does so. Then, you watch him pick up a clean glass and move to make a new drink right in front of you.

"Is that okay?" You murmur. Your voice has this purposeful flirtiness to it and it does not go unnoticed, "Am I allowed to pay attention to you, Ino?"

He gulps, "Course' you can."

Your eyes drop to the glass in his hands as he pours alcohol into it and you smirk, "Ino..."

His gaze flicks to your face for a moment, "H-Hm?"

"You're shaking." You point out.

Ino nearly fumbles the glass in his hand entirely and you watch him miss the cup for a moment, a bit of the liquid he'd been pouring trickling onto his hand and then the floor, "Shit," He curses.

You chuckle slightly at first, earning a little pouty glare from the man.

Then as he goes to clean up you hear him mumbling to you, "That's not funny..."

Your chuckling proceeds to elevate into genuine laughter, "Yeah it is," You snicker, "You're adorable, holy fuck."

Ino's face is a little red as your words hit his ears and he drops down to clean the mess on the floor. After which, he pops right back into your line of vision, seeing you still laughing at him and pouting yet again.

"I am not 'adorable'," Ino grumbles.

You giggle, "Yes, you are."

He shakes his head and sighs in this sassy kinda way, "Am' not."

"Are too," You argue.

His eyes meet yours and despite being embarrassed, he's got a little smile back on his face, "Nuh-uh."

You nod, “Yuh-huh."

Ino then rolls his eyes, still smiling, before he puts all the items he had in his hands down to the side. You then watch one hand drop down into his pocket before his phone is pulled out. Ino unlocks the device and then places it in front of you, sliding it closer to you with an empty contact slot on the screen.

"Put your number in here," He sighs, smoothly requesting your contact info like it's nothing.

You raise a brow, "Are you asking for it or are you demanding it?"

Those almost innocent brown eyes of his trail over to yours and he holds eye contact for a longer moment, "I'm asking. I like talking to you so, can I get your number?"

"Hmmm..." You hum playfully, purposefully taking your time to answer, "Is this to be friends or something more?"

He's still looking you in the eyes, "Uh, friends? I'm not sure I could even handle a woman like you."

You raise a brow.

"I mean that in a good way," Ino clarifies.

You shrug and move to enter your number in his phone, "Thanks. I was only asking that 'cause I uh..."

He tilts his head and watches your fingers tap across his screen, "...Have a lot going on?"

"Something like that, yeah." You answer before you finish adding your info and then slide the phone back to him.

He picks up his cell and pockets it before shrugging, "I see, well, if this makes you feel any better, I always try to get people's numbers after a nice conversation with them."

You frown playfully, "Aw, so I'm not special?"

Again, he's flustered, "W-Well, I mean you are b-but I just-"

"Ino," You snicker, "I'm just teasing you, relax."

He rolls his eyes again and sighs, "You're driving me crazy."

For one last time, you tilt your head and give him this flirtatious look, "Am I?"

Ino looks at your expression and gulps, "Yes ma'am."

Okay, is it weird that a part of you wishes he was on the list too? Holy shit is teasing this man fun. Even so, you've got enough men to worry about in your life and you don't need to add to that.

You chuckle and your expression returns to something more platonic, "Alright, I'll stop then."

"Please," Ino begs quietly in a joking manner.

That makes you laugh again and this time, he laughs along with you. Then, you watch him go back to preparing that drink from earlier and he does it flawlessly this time, his nerves calmed after you stop all your teasing.

As the drink is finished, you sip on yours and then a pleasant smell slithers into your nose. It's cologne, a strong but ridiculously pleasant scent filling your nostrils. You blink a few times as you take in what you're smelling and for a second, you wonder if it's coming from Ino because he got kinda close as the drink he prepared was placed next to you.

Your question is answered within the next second though because you hear a voice that accompanies the scent. A deep, sexy, and soothing voice that makes your posture straighten due to how surprisingly close to you it is.

Nothing more than a simple, "Thank you," Was voiced but even so, it was extremely attractive.

Then, you curiously turn to where the voice came from, which was to your right, and you're met with your last target; Nanami Kento.

There he was, in the flesh, right next to you. Like, literally sitting in the barstool next to yours. And that drink Ino made? Yeah, it was his. Your eyes were all over the man, drinking in his features shamelessly.

The man seemed to be more muscular than you thought he was as the blue button-up shirt he wore clung to his body so delectably. The sleeves were rolled up near his elbows and you could see how muscular his arm was, veins decorating his skin as they became visible from his elbow and down.

The shirt was just hugging his body and you couldn't help but stare. Then, for a moment you look down at his pants. He wore these khakis that were just as fucking tight as his shirt and you swear you didn't mean to look at his crotch but because of the way he sat it was like your eyes were there before you even rendered it.

God, his pants hugged his thighs and you just drink in the way his hips push up slightly as he adjusts the way he sits. Holy fuck, you had to force your eyes up because you swore you could see his manhood, or at least imagine what he's hiding beneath those clothes of his.

So, your eyes went back up to areas more respectable to look at, such as his shirt, which you noticed he had enough buttons undone to reveal a teasing amount of his chest. His collarbone was so sharp and defined and you could only imagine the rest of his body.

Then, you trailed up just a bit more to his neck, then his jaw which was sharp as fuck, to his defined cheekbones, and then his eyes-

And shit.

He was already looking at you.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙

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cherry-leclerc · 3 months

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method acting ☆ cl16

genre: series - humor, strangers to friends/roommates

word count: 4.1k

*can you guess what film it's based off of? i practically laid the answer out in front of you guys lol

ch. one ch. two ch. three ch. four ch. five ch. six ch. six

Chapter 3

Life, as you fear, is falling apart as you're confronted with a serious case of writer's block that puts your career on the line. As a solution, you're roommate helps you plan a solo trip to the Amalfi Coast for a much needed break but it doesn't take long for you to meet a certain Monegasque who lays passed out on the beach.

The Spaniard shifts uncomfortably before taking a step back. You had read all about him - of course you had - but how were you supposed to know he would be here? For sure you were drooling by how in shock you were, but you couldn’t find the strength to pick your jaw off the floor.

And then it got worse.

“Carlos, you won’t believe what I just saw! A Stormtrooper just got slapped by some ballerina! I mean he was kind of asking for it - he grabbed her and she just…” He mimics a dramatic strike as Carlos chuckles. “Best night of my life.”

The brown eyed man quirks a dark brow towards the lousy looking Super Mario. “This is my friend, Lando.” He leans closer to your ear. “He’s not normal.”

“Hey,” the Brit warns as he fixes his overalls, then blushes. “I-It was such short notice.”

Bewildered, you let out soft pants as you pat your chest over and over. The two men share a concerned look. “Are you feeling okay?” Would it be the worst thing in the world to bolt out the door and fly back home? Eyeing the entrance, you contemplate it for a bit but then you hear the familiar accent.

“She's yeigh high, won’t stop talking even if you beg her to…”

“I’m fine!” The pair flinch at the sudden burst. “I’m just going to pop out and take a breather.”

“There you are.” Your stomach drops. Charles raises his brows in a curious manner at the back heads of Carlos and Lando as you weigh your options. You can deal with this - pretend none of this was actually happening. But instead you do what you do best.

“Where are you-”

Pushing past the crowd, you make your way out the door. Once you take a step outside, you look both ways before shaking your head and running down the street. You receive weird looks, but don’t bother to care. There wasn’t an exact destination in mind, but anything was better than dealing with whatever that was.

Loud footsteps make your spine tingle with uneasiness as you turn around. And this has to be some sort of nightmare because a Stormtrooper, heist man, and Super Mario chase after you. You sprint faster, often taking glances back as Charles tries to catch his breath.

“Where the fuck are you going? Are you crazy?” he shouts as Carlos and Lando stop, immediately recognizing his voice. You stop dead in your tracks as Charles inches closer. Grabbing you by the shoulders, he shakes you harshly. “What’s wrong with you? You can’t just run off like that!”

“I-I…” You spot the two friends as they mutter at each other, walking closer. Feverishly, you shake your head, headache coming in strong. “I needed air-”

Cold eyes narrow down like knives. “That’s fine, but couldn’t you have gone through a more sane route?” You’re a blubbering mess, jumbling out non-existing words as the Monegasque wrestles to decipher them all.

That sounds just like Leclerc, or am I going insane? Lando murmurs as Carlos nods silently. Kind of, but we should help her. What if he’s just some creep?

The duo are about to reach you and your roommate when you land on what seems like the worst idea, but reluctantly, saves you. Tippy toeing, you throw your arms around Charles’ neck before pressing your lips onto his. He stiffens.

“Oh umm…so…they’re not strangers.”

The Spaniard’ eyes grow wide. “Definitely not. We should probably leave them alone.”

Making their way back to the party, you sigh with relief against the brunette’s pink lips as you relax your feet down onto the pavement. But this only leads to the green eyed boy to angle himself lower and continue the kiss. Pushing him back sharply, you shriek.

“No!”

He jumps with high alert. “Wh-what’s wrong?”

Rosy cheeks flush furthermore as you rub your eyes harshly. “This…this is wrong.” A beat. “I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

The Monegasque lets out a small laugh before running a large hand against his stubble. “But I thought-”

“I know,” you chant. “But it wasn’t the right thing to do. I got lost in the moment and that’s my fault, but we’re friends, Charles. That was…weird.”

His heart stops from your sudden burst. Bruised is an understatement. He won’t say he has a crush - God, it’s only been a couple of days of knowing you - but it would be an outright lie if he said a kiss hadn’t crossed his mind. But did you have to be so unfazed by it all?

A raw cough rings through the air, only soft music being heard as you two awkwardly stare at each other. “It was kind of weird.” A forced chuckle makes its way up your throat as you rub your arm. “I also got lost in the gist of it all, don’t feel too bad.”

“We’re good then?”

He nods, lips stretched out into a knowing smile. “Yes.”

You whistle. “Thank God. I wouldn’t want things to get…”

“Me too.” He winks teasingly. “Just answer me one thing; Was I any good?”

Unable to keep eye contact, you softly smack his suit. “What are you tal- I was.” He wiggles his dark brows. Stop lying. You gape at him. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore!” He chuckles.

“Do you want to go back, or?”

“Or.”

Unlocking the door, the Monegasque steps aside as you thank him, brushing past his tall figure and making your way onto the couch. “I don’t think I could ever party again. Might just have to accept my fate.”

The white cloud plunges down as he takes a seat next to your tired state. “Which is?”

“That I’m old.” You sit up straight as you point an accusing finger up at him. He tilts his head. “Correction - we’re both old.”

A hand slaps your mouth shut as you squeal against it. “I think it might just be you.” Yoomphtoofth, you muffle as you try to wiggle free from his strong grip. “Let me know if you disagree.”

Licking his hand, he yelps as he pulls away, immediately drying himself against your tutu. You smirk. “Asshole.” He narrows his eyes. Shrugging him off, you curl your legs up to your chest. “Truce?” Glaring at your hand, he questions it for a second before hesitantly shaking it. Tugging it towards your mouth, he lets out a high pitched squeak as you lick it.

“You’re a heathen,” he shrieks as you throw your head back laughing. Relax. You’ve already kissed me. “You kissed me, let's not forget.” You blush. Suddenly I’m feeling very tired. Off to bed I go.

Staring with slight amusement, he waves you off. When you come to a halt, sleepy eyes reconnect with yours. “I know you said it’s fine for me to keep the bed and you the couch, but I’m willing to share now that I trust you.”

A playful scoff escapes. “I’m flattered.” You stick your tongue out, aiming your ballet shoe at him. He dodges it before comedically scowling. “It’s fine, you can keep it. Hopefully it helps tend to your nasty attitude. You should seriously get that checked out.”

You huff, foot stopping against the wooden tiles. “And I’m sure you’re getting a hump back, so by all means stay in your microscopic couch.” Green eyes bulge out with worry as he runs into the room.

“On second thought, I think we should share!”

So he’s a cuddler. You learn so very quickly when he instinctively drapes his hand over your belly. You try to wrestle free for a while before you realize how nice it feels. A few seconds tick by before you drift off to sleep.

The strong beams that slither past the curtains are enough to shake the Monegasque awake. Groaning, he squints his eyes as he analyzes his surroundings. It takes a second for him to register how close you are, and even worse, how his arm lays over your delicate figure.

Flinging it away, he scoots back. You toss and turn for a while before you lazily rub your eyes. Was there an earthquake? Charles opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. You raise an expectant brow. T’was my imagination? “Must have been,” he croaks, a raspy voice bouncing off the walls. “How about some breakfast?”

After a strong counter argument on your behalf, he eventually complies and strolls out the door, set to get some breakfast for you both. It should have been for the best to tidy up the bed, clean up a bit.

Definitely not hunt for a small journal.

Guilt resurfaces as you open the side drawer, finding it empty. What were you doing? Charles has been nothing but good to you - he was someone you considered your friend. Maybe it was for the best, it was a bit too invasive.

Your tummy grumbles as you glare at the clock, time slowly passing by and still no sign of the Monegasque. Dragging your feet to the living room, you shamelessly plop onto the couch when you spot an oddly familiar item. The brown diary.

You can feel the way your eyes sparkled with merriment as a delirious laugh ringed past your dry lips. It had been dug between the pillows begging to be let out. To be skimmed through. Analyzed. Soft fingers trace the front cover as your breath hitches.

This doesn’t have to happen. You didn’t have to do any of this. You could be honest, admit what you’re doing, that you know who he is and how that would change nothing between you two, and that you needed this. He would understand. But the thin pages were luring you in by every passing second he doesn’t walk past that door. A tiny peek won’t hurt.

You can’t tell how much time has passed, but the moment you hear keys jingling, you hurriedly stash it back in its original hiding spot and rush over to the terrace overlooking Amalfi. Strong accent calls out for you as you holler back. With a sheepish smile, he hands you a box of crepes. Grazie.

His green eyes flicker with evident panic, though he tries not to show it. “Hey, have you seen a small journal by any chance? It’s sort of important.” As quickly as you started, you stopped munching and immediately started to choke. A large hand pats your back as you inch away as if he held a deadly disease.

“N-no I have not.” You brush your hair back, suddenly hot. “Is it that big a deal?”

The brunette shrugs but reluctantly nods. “I write down my feelings sometimes. Helps me cope with lots of things.” An appreciated and honest expression maps itself between his soft features. “Though I think I found a new outlet.” Your heart stops as he glazes over the open scenery. “Still, I should go look for it.”

Left hollow and sick, you burn with fury towards yourself. You should have let it go, but God, why did you have to ruin everything?

The day settles with a drive around town with a navy Vespa. Charles had bought it on a whim when you gushed over the idea of adventuring in true old fashion. Just like Princess Anne and Joe Bradley. Snuggling your head with a hideous helmet, you pout as he clicks it securely before working on his own. “This is not what I had in mind.”

He clicks his tongue. “Rather be safe than sorry.”

“This is only going to mess with my hair. I planned this outfit to perfection, Cha! And look!” You give him a quick twirl as he rolls his eyes at the dramatic gesture. “Now you’ve ruined it.”

“Just get on.”

Bumpy road makes you squeal with hysteria as you cling on extra tight around his waist. You can hear his croaky laughter as he swerves to avoid crashing into a fruit stand. Scusa! “You’re going to get us killed, and contrary to belief, I would love to live!”

“Would you relax? I know what I’m doing.”

Once you make it out of the busy village, you’re actually able to enjoy the ride. You even try to convince him to play a round of i-Spy with you, though that later backfires when you accuse him of cheating. You’re in the heat of your one-sided argument when he pulls into an abandoned church. Hopping off, you lay your arms firmly against your hips. “What is all this?”

It goes unannounced, but he quietly makes his way over to creaky doors. “Would you like to find out?” With a decent round of skepticism, you begrudgingly follow. I don’t see what there could possibly be in here. Why don’t we just go for ice cream? Bringing a finger up to his lips, he signals for you to hush. Doe eyes flutter with curiosity as he makes his way to the altar.

As soon as he kneels down, you awkwardly kick your leg around as you puff your cheeks. You hum slowly as you watch the way he remains still for a while, eyes closed.

“Should I let you have a moment, or…” Be quiet, he hisses. You weren’t necessarily religious but you figured you should give him some space. The sound of old wood crumbles underneath your feet as you walk down the steps. I fucking got it!

You gasp loudly as you recklessly spin around to find him pulling pieces of wood, clearly destroying the already grubby floor. “I’m not that close with the man up above, but I’m almost sure you can’t say shit like that in here, even if it’s abandoned.” You slap your mouth shut as his eyes glimmer with amusement. Heat rises up to your cheeks. “I’m also sure you can’t be doing this! It’s private property.”

“Who’s going to stop me?” he childishly murmurs as he continues with his careless task. “Ouch,” he yelps when a splinter digs through his finger.

“Serves you right.”

Glaring up at your smug figure, the brunette waves you over. “Instead of just standing there, you should help me.”

“With what? There’s nothing valuable here! What are you even looking for?”

With a minor annoyance, he fiercely kicks through the board as it lets loose as cracks. Thunder rumbles as you shake your head with disapproval. You’ve done it. You made God mad, I hope you’re happy. Only, he’s grinning ear to ear as he shows off a small box. You tilt your head with clear confusion as he dashes up to you.

“I can’t believe it’s still here after all these years.” There’s a trace of disbelief and adoration as he takes in the dusty package. There’s a whole galaxy shining within his watercolor eyes when he looks up at you. Your breath gets stuck in your throat.

Blinking rapidly, you gently run your finger across it, skin instantly becoming a dark shade of brown as you scrunch your nose. “What is it?” Your eyebrows arch into a sympathetic peer. “Oh no…did you bury a hamster or something like that in there?”

Tears well up in your eyes as you tap the wood in a downhearted state. “No, you ghoul.” He tenderly opens it up. Pulling out a golden pin, your eyes widen as The Prancing Horse reflects back towards you both.

“My father left this here for me.” You heart swells at the sensitive mention. Charles had told you about his fathers death a few nights ago, so you were still new with deciding how to react. “He said he would, and he did.”

“That’s really sweet,” you whisper, hand pressing against his broad shoulder. “What does it mean?” And it takes you a while to realize that you weren’t asking for your benefit, but rather because you wanted to learn more about the Monegasque. Any crumb felt like a feast to you.

It appears as if he’s playing the words in his head as he runs his thumb against it. “My dad helped build this church when I was 6. It helped bring in a bit of money for the family.” Your eyes glimmer attentively as you nod. “When I had time to get away from boxing…yeah, boxing…he would bring me and my older brother to carry wood. Arthur was much younger.”

His Golden Goose tapped against the brown ground for further classification. “Maman would get upset at him, saying we were just babies, but we didn’t mind at all.” A gray cloud paints his eyes as he twists his lips. “I’m glad we did that, now that I’m older.”

“You must really miss him,” you mumble, glassy eyes shining back at him. He lets out a sorrowful smile.

“I do.” A beat. “But what am I doing acting like I’m the only one who’s had it tough?” Dark brows form a sharp V as he signals to you. “Oh, because of you and your relationship with your parents-”

“I got that,” you scowl with a lighthearted glare. The corner of his lips lift. “But my situation is nothing compared to yours. Sure, my parents and I aren’t close - not enough for my liking - but at least they’re alive.” He flinches slightly as you cradle his face. “I-”

“I know,” he reassures you with a small smile. “He was the best. Always put his family first; his son's dreams were his priority.” He raises the golden pin. “One night after dinner, he mentioned how he hid a small horse somewhere in the church, so that when the time was right, I would go back and look for it. I was covetous, wanted it right there and then. So, I worked up the courage to ask everyone around if they had seen a horse. They looked at me as if I was crazy.” He chuckles.

“He found out and sat me down. Told me it didn’t work like that. My biggest dream was to own a Ferrari, just like everyone in Monaco hopes to. He believed in me, swore that if I worked hard enough, then I could do it. Only then would I know where the mysterious pin was.”

“Lorenzo, my older brother, knew there was a key for…” He signals sheepishly at the wooden floor, a lock hidden in plain sight as he blushes. “I guess I never really learned how to be patient. I barely figured it out a few days ago, when you kicked the cabinet door open.”

You gape. “It was jammed.”

He snickers. “It reminded me of something he had said after he painted the walls. Only the toughest can kick without feeling any regret. He would have loved you, that much I know.”

Flustered, you twirl the hem of your dress. “You’re saying I’m a horse?”

“You’re definitely abnormal.” Your shoulders droop. “All I’m saying is that you helped me find the missing piece. And that means a lot.”

“But you don’t own a Ferrari yet,” you retorted, even though only you knew, you knew the truth, but he doesn’t bat an eye, only clips the pin onto your dress.

“One day I will.” He winks. “Until then, you can take care of this for me.”

“Two more weeks, huh?”

Forcing a spoonful of gelato into his mouth, you pout. He struggles to digest the berry treat. “That’s kind of sad. I think I’ll actually miss you, Charles.”

His lips curl. “I know I’ll miss you.” Brown hair flows against the summer breeze. “But it doesn’t have to end like this. We can still see each other. Right?”

“Uh…”

He would find out eventually once the article was published and he would hold every right to hate you. To not want to see you again. Your lack of response has him pinching his face. “You don’t want to?”

Scrambling like a clumsy giraffe, you fidle with a nearby pillow. “I do! But when would we have the time?” You’re going to be too busy racing and hating my guts, you want to spit out when he beams back at you.

“I would make the time just for you.”

Your heart clenches. Could he just be honest? Open up to you. You would gladly do the same, but he needed to do this first to give you the courage to own up to your secrets. Lips part, then purse. “Charles, I-” A ring lingers in the air as he tips his head, giving to the go-ahead. Excusing yourself, you march into the sunny room.

“Yes, hello?”

“How’s vacation?” Eleanor’s rich voice enters your ears as you squirm.

“Vacation?” you squeak.

She sighs. “I’m obviously kidding. Can’t you tell that I’m kidding?” A nervous giggle flutters as you hum back at her. She continues. “Anyways, that's not what I called you for. I just wanted to check up on you.”

“Oh. My injuries are much better. Doc says I can have the casts removed in a week-”

“Let me rephrase. I wanted to check up on your work. Progress.”

“Of course,” you say. “I actually have it done. It just needs a few more rounds of proof-reading, but I’m sure I can send it to you by…” You stare at the calendar. “Two weeks.”

Eleanor clicks her tongue in disapproval. “No, I need it by Friday. Nothing past that.”

Your stomach lurches. “Eleanor, I can’t.” And why not? Biting down on your nails, you peek over to where the brunette sun bathes, or naps, you can’t tell. I need two weeks because by then I’ll be gone and won’t have to deal with a certain driver detesting me. You understand, right? But you don’t say any of that.

“You said it was an exclusive. I need this,” she warns, subtle threat lacing his voice. “We’re talking about one of the most sought-out drivers in all of Formula One. Do you realize what this could do for your career? If you nail this right in the eye, you might even become my right hand. And you know it’s only up from there, sweetheart. Friday.”

“Friday.”

That same night, the sound of your digits hitting the keyboard are the only thing being heard. Charles tries to sneak a peek, but when you cry out stating you were helping a friend get over a break up, he took a step back and scrolled through his phone.

Stellar job…The most…Amazing…

A frustrated growl escapes you as you fist your hands. Taking a look, Charles can’t help but grin. Often misunderstood, the 26 year old deals with lots of… “Argh!” His eyes widened.

“That bad, huh? What did he do to your poor friend?”

“What?” you rudely retort, but quickly try to ease your breathing. “Right. Um. Yeah, men are shit.”

“Of course we are,” he replies warmly. “How about you take a break? If you’re getting too riled up, you won’t do her any good. Just refresh and come back to it. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

But the blank space has you stressed as you circle back to what Eleanor said over the phone. You had perfect this. “I have to do this. Help her, I mean. Now.”

“You’re too kind.” It’s as if a loving glow towers over his face as he sits at the edge of the bed. “I admire that.”

“You do?”

“Mhm. But seriously, let's go for a walk.”

Despite the sun setting, he of course wears his famous Raybans and a Boston hat lounged over his curly hair. His killer mullet was rolling in as you licked your lips at the dreamy sight.

Wait. No.

With a secretive glance, you find him whistling an unknown tune. Though he wears the darkest shade of sunglasses, you can still feel his warm gaze. Though his luscious hair is draped with an old hat, you can still distinguish his shampoo scent. His body next to yours is enough to make your inside flip as you shake your head abruptly.

This was Charles. Just a friend. A friend for the time being, at least. There was no room to form a crush now. You settled on the fact that he was just merely attractive. That you can do - admit.

“I was serious about what I said earlier today. I will visit you wherever you are.” Green eyes flicker over to you. “You’ve become one of the most important persons in my life. A good friend to have around.”

Your heart for some reason shatters as you squint your eyes at the golden sun. “Right after Amelia and Roman, you are someone I consider a friend, too. I’m glad we met.” A peaceful silence lingers between you two as your heart thuds against your ribcage. “Charles-”

“I know you read my journal.”

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Hi Sam, how did you come to the conclusion you should be tested for neurodivergence? I've been reading a lot of Temple Grandin (Visual Thinking is fantastic) and see so much of myself in her books. But, I, too, am, let's just say well into adulthood, and I don't know if my life would change that much with a diagnosis. The only thing I can think of doing with a diagnosis is telling my siblings and childhood bullies that they picked on someone who had a reason for being "weird." But it doesn't change anything. Beyond the medication, did you find any solace? Thank you for sharing your journey.

I was just thinking I should do a post about this....

I don't recall the specifics and have never been able to find the post again, but sometime prior to 2019 I made a joke about having a short attention span, and someone said something like "Oh, did you finally get a diagnosis?" and I said haha no, I don't have ADHD, and a bunch of readers went, "Uh, you very clearly do." Some of them added that they thought I knew and was just being discreet about it. (As if I have ever been discreet about anything in my life.)

So I figured, okay, probably there's some level of neurodivergence there, given that my mother and siblings all have various diagnoses, and my father was clearly autistic. (Knowing what we know now about how ADHD can mask as other mental illnesses, there's a strong chance this comes from my maternal grandmother, who was the person in the family I was most like when she was alive.) I tried a couple of times to get evaluated and always had either slow or nonexistent responses from the clinics I reached out to, so I stopped trying. I had a ton of coping mechanisms in place and was in a good spot in my life, so I thought honestly, what would it change?

But by the end of 2021, while I was still in a pretty good financial place, and my career was doing well, I could tell that if things kept up as they were I was going to tank my job purely through being unable to get through a day doing productive work the way I used to.

I thought, well, if this is ADHD and it's getting worse because the whole fucking world is on fire, I have two options: I can assume I have it and just do the reading and figure shit out on my own, or I can get evaluated, get professional advice, and possibly get medicated. That seemed like the best return on investment, so that's what I worked on. My goal was primarily medication, because I didn't see myself being able to change much else about my situation on my own. And, truthfully, medication has been the biggest change -- I actually have an essay about that queued for the anniversary of my starting Adderall. But while it hasn't been a massive life-altering world-shattering change, all of this was worth it purely for the medication.

Uh, momentary sidebar in my memoir: there are downsides to having a diagnosed disability -- discrimination, legal barriers to certain things like holding government jobs or adopting, etc. Those have to be weighed when you're considering evaluation. If you think you may have autism, there's not necessarily an advantage to having a formal diagnosis unless you need accommodations; if you think you may have ADHD, the huge advantage is access to medication, which doesn't exist for autism as far as I'm aware. So your particular flavor of neurodivergence might dictate whether you get a diagnosis, or whether you just start operating on the assumption you have it. Both are valid, I think, it really depends on what's going on in your life and what you want to change.

Anyway, I have been doing other research, reading journal articles and pop psychology and talking to people, and that's been good, but even if I had none of that, the medication has been so helpful in getting me back on an even keel and then making life even better.

This sounds kind of weird to say but I'm not generally someone who needs a lot of solace. There is some relief in knowing that at least some of my fuckups in life weren't something I could have prevented by simply having more strength of character or working harder, and that's nice, but it's something I could have had without a formal diagnosis -- just like you could simply tell your siblings and bullies you have a diagnosis. (Being real, I doubt they'd care; bullies gonna bully whether you had a reason to be weird or not, and none of that would have been your fault regardless of your neurology. But it's all very situational, as I'm sure you know.) I wasn't badly bullied as a kid and there's nobody really to...tell, in the sense you're thinking of. But I didn't get into it for emotional solace; I got into it to fix a life that was, albeit extremely slowly, starting to fall apart. So if you're someone, as most people are, who derives emotional satisfaction or catharsis from having the diagnosis, I think it probably would be pretty helpful. But even if you aren't, like me, if you can get medication or accomodations, I think it's worth it.

#sam has adhd

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The CPA and SSA- Part One

part one part two part three

Aaron Hotchner x Accountant! reader

Summary- The case they're currently working on has gotten bad, the unsub has been stalking the team and they need a safe place to stay. Luckily, Aaron has a girlfriend in Alexandria that he has yet to tell the team about.

Contents/ warnings; description of cases, a little bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship, just overall kinda fluffy and sweet :)

AN: I want to get back into writing and this is one of those maladaptive daydreams I use to fall asleep <33. I just love the idea of Aaron dating someone super stable and having a domestic little life. this is probably gonna be a 3 part series :)

Also if you're anything like me you love Zillow, this is the house I'm kinda basing this off of

Send me asks and requests! im happy to do blurbs on characters from CM and MCU :)

The team was split up into two SUVs. In the first, Aaron, Spencer, and Derek. The second, David, JJ, and Emily. Hotch furrowed his brows, weighing his options of where to take the team to be safe. They were all sleep deprived and hungry. He ran through the scenarios of a hotel, motel, cabin, safe house.

Finally, he thought of your place. The cozy mismatched furniture, the smell of spices always radiating, the music always quietly playing in the background. He let out a huff and glanced at Reid in the front seat, who called shotgun much to Derek’s dismay, before looking back at the road “Spencer, grab my phone and call the most recent number.” Spencer gave him a confused look, but obeyed the order. “Hey- uh, who's-” he was interrupted by a voice coming through the car speaker

It was a rather calm evening at your house. You knew that Aaron was caught up with a case and weren't expecting to hear from him for a while. Putting on some classical music, you poured yourself a glass of red wine and began to cook dinner. Heating up the frozen Tikka Masala sauce you stored in your freezer for lazy evenings like these, you began to chop up some chicken to put in the sauce when your music got paused by an incoming call.

You walked over and struggled to answer it with your elbow, so as to not contaminate your phone. Shocked to see Aaron as the Caller ID, you say “wait one second, honey bun, lemme put you on speaker my hands are covered in chicken” you let out a giggle as you finally were able to select the right button on the screen.

“Hey, sorry to call you out of the blue.” He stated, in a serious tone you'd only heard him use when he was called in for a case “Is everything alright, honey? You can always call me, you know that.” you frowned at the phone, going back to cutting up the chicken. “We -uh need somewhere to lay low, just the night is fine. You can say no, but” he looked through the rearview mirror at both Derek and Spencer.

His shoulders relaxed and his voice softened to the Aaron that you're used to “I miss you. I really need to see you” He sighed “Reid, text the rest of the team that we are going to Alexandria.” Spencer gave a curt nod and pulled out his own phone, texting JJ.

“Have y'all eaten yet?” You asked simply, like this was every other time he called you driving home from work. Like your heart wasn’t gonna beat out of your chest at the idea of him being in immediate danger

“What?” He asked, shocked at your casual response.

“Have y'all eaten? I'm making food and I need to know if I have to make more.” You said, washing your hands and pulling out the rest of the chicken breasts you had. He smiled at the console “No, love. We haven't. nothing sounds better than your cooking. What're you making?” Derek and Reid gave each other wide-eyed looks.

“Jus’ some chicken curry, rice and I'll heat up some of that naan I made with Jack. You better watch out, he's getting to be a better cook than you” You sneered playfully as you did the math in your head over how many cups of rice you needed to feed six starving FBI agents.

He chuckled “I believe you. I was never any good in the kitchen. We'll be there in about 20 minutes, alright?” You squinted at the phone then sighed “yeah that's fine, it won't be done as soon as you get here, but you won't have to wait too long after. Next time you're getting hunted by a serial killer, give me a heads-up so I can cook a fancier meal for your colleagues. You're lucky I haven't changed into my pajamas yet, Mr. Hotchner.”

“That's fine, thank you again, Honey. I promise I will. I love you” He said, grimacing in preparation for the stampede of questions heading his way “I love you too, darling. I'll see you in 20.” You said, starting to rush in order to have dinner ready. He hung up and was surprised by the silence.

“Okay. I know you're dying to ask about her. Go ahead.” His signature frown sank back into his face. Derek smirked and crossed his arms “Nah. I’ll wait until Rossi, Prentiss, and JJ find out. Plus, I have a feeling that your girl is a lot more open” he grinned. Aaron shot him a stern look “I'm regretting this.” His shoulder crept their way back up into their usual tense position.

You heard a loud knock on the door, frazzled by the sudden noise while caught up in the chaos of cooking, you walked towards it hesitantly. You looked through the peephole to see Aaron staring at the door and the other five agents looking at your house, no doubt profiling you off of it. You opened the door with a wide smile, giving Aaron a small kiss on the cheek as you were unsure how affectionate he wanted to be in front of his coworkers.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly before placing a kiss on your forehead and letting you go “Thank you again, really. This is the team, Dr. Reid, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, and JJ.” He motioned to each of them then moved inside and hung up his jacket like he always did. “Go stir the curry and check on the rice! I don't want it burning I'm not going out to get more food tonight!”

You looked away from him and at the rest of the team who were standing on your porch like deer in headlights. You tilted your head and flashed the same wide smile “Please, come in. Make yourselves at home. Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes.” You watched them as they walked in and looked at each other, then the rest of your home. The older gentleman who you assumed was Rossi spoke up first “How long have you been seeing each other?” You shrugged, leading them into the living room

“about three-ish years now. Aaron told me what had happened to- you know. He didn't want to risk anything like that happening again. Which is why I'm shocked that he brought you here. It must be bad, isn't it?” You sighed, sitting on the armrest of a chair and looking at all of their faces

“It's certainly not pretty. ” JJ said, sitting on the couch across from you. You nodded “relax, don't think about it anymore. I’ll go make sure your boss isn't burning down my house.” You gave them a tight-lipped smile and walked into the kitchen. Staying in the doorway, you watched Aaron tend to the food. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tie was tossed on the breakfast table. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, placing your cheek against his back “you shoulda given ‘em a heads up. They're lookin at me like I'm a fish that grew legs” you laughed, letting go of him to grab bowls to put the food in.

“Yeah, I'm sorry. I wanted to introduce you to them in a better way, but if we weren't here we’d be at a hotel and I don't think any of us would've been able to sleep. Your house is just so. Comforting. I like it better here than in my apartment. Jack does too.” You grinned at the plate “which one of them, are we gonna put in Jack's room here?” You asked

“Whoever asks the most inappropriate question.” He states in his usual, monotone voice. You gathered all of the spoons into the stack of bowls and began to carefully walk to the dining room, pausing for a moment to bask in the domesticity of it all. Aaron cooking, his friends coming over after work. If he wasn’t being hunted down, it would be perfect.

You set the table and walked back to the kitchen where you see Aaron fanning a pan with a dish towel. “Oh good lord, move, agent” you laughed, pushing past him to get to the stove as you turned it off and threw whatever was left of the burned piece of naan out the back door so as to not set off the fire alarm. You huffed and set the pan in the sink, looking at him with a hand on your hip.

He looked like a guilty puppy, head down, but his eyes looking up to meet yours. You bit back and smile, shaking your head “I don't know how you've gotten this far in life, Aaron. Truly.” You say, closing the distance between you too, and pressing a kiss to his temple. He hummed “I have you to take care of me” a grin broke out across your face as you placed a hand on his chest.

You heard hushed whispering and shuffling of feet before you looked at the doorway and saw the entire team trying to fit in the cramped space to see after-work Aaron that you're accustomed to. Laughter bubbled out of you as you watched them bicker like siblings. “Who are you and what have you done with Hotch?” Emily asked, wagging a finger at you playfully. “It's like watching a feral cat be domesticated” Spencer muttered to JJ. you held your hands up in surrender. “I didn't do anything! Now all of you are sitting at the table, dinner is almost ready.” You shooed them toward the dining room

A knock at the door startled the both of you. You looked at him and motioned him to stay where he was, stepping on his foot to keep it from moving as you bent down and pulled the gun from his ankle. You took off the safety and held it behind your back. You looked through the peephole at an eccentrically dressed blonde woman. You cocked the gun and opened the door with a smile “Hi, Can I help you?” You asked, watching as she looked over your shoulder “Yeah, I'm looking for my team” she said “this is the address Morgan sent me”

You heard footsteps coming behind you and putting the safety back on the gun “Down, girl.” He mumbled, putting a hand on your lower back “Yes, Garcia. Come in." Aaron said, taking the gun back and putting it back in the holster “This is Penelope, our technical analyst.” Penelope grinned widely at you “oh hotch, you big softie. I can't believe you managed to keep her from me! Everyone else I get but me? I'm impressed” she said, walking in. You shook your head and smiled at the ground “the rest of 'em are in the dining room, you can join them I'm just about to bring the food out.”

You looked at Aaron and grinned “I like your team” he scoffed “Yeah, until they start grilling you.”

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There's no lightning in the End.

Which is arguably not the most embarrassing detail about the whole ordeal, but it is up there on the list of what went wrong in the moments preceding and following her death.

But death doesn't feel like that much of a stark contrast when you simply fall into the void, all things considered. Instead of collapsing on yourself and being all-too aware of what was once solid ground and is now ether, everything simply stops hurting and your body just keeps feeling like slightly-falling-forever. Which has the additional effect of being an accurate representation of her emotional stability throughout this fun little adventure.

When Jimmy fades to her side, she hears an echo of thunder and the odd smells of singed hairs and mold. Mumbo, about 30 seconds later, also joins with the same entourage. And screaming about fenceposts. Which shouldn't, but feels on par for the course really.

It takes him an embarrassingly long time for him to calm down, but honestly? That made her feel a bit less alone, so she'll look the other way.

"So, – she starts, because it was clear the boys had managed to forget all manners, – how was Life without me. All 20 minutes of it."

Mumbo just sighs.

"Make that 10..."

"Yikes!"

"Yeah no it was- it was bad. I mean it was good for a bit, I was making some amount of progress in being a red name but then uh- chaos. Chaos happened."

"Mumbo. I love nothing more than when you try to sum up a really complicated situation in two or three words."

"YOU DON'T-! There's no task! That's just mean!"

"... Fair. Sorry. Please continue your non-explanation."

She even added a flourish for good measure, but when nothing was left but uncomfortable silence she didn't need a flat surface to tell that if he could Mumbo would be shifting his weight in a quite panicked fashion.

"Do you... not know how you died? What's going on here."

"I do! Warden caught up with me because of a stupid fencepost i placed-"

"Then?"

Jimmy's been so silent. It doesn't suit him.

"Boys?"

"Don't care. Curse's broken 's all that matters."

"Right." He can't be serious. Well... No, that's on par for as well. "Well then, Mumbo? Share what's weighing on you?"

It takes a few more minutes of silence. Then out comes the flood.

"I don't know why I died. And i know it's silly to care now! I understand caring on yellow, or red, when revenge is important and righteous and more useful than when you're stuck here with dead people - no offence. But even then! What revenge would await me at a life 0? Against myself? For falling off a stupid tower of blocks? For not seeing other options than to jump on that strider or for being dumb and falling into lava? Or for not removing my triumphant fenceposts? Would my revenge be just killing myself again? For a fourth time? BUT WHY? A WARDEN AND A WITHER. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SERVER. Oh I should have just moved out of the way. I should have-"

"Welcome to my personal hell!" Jimmy chips in, " "Should have"s and "Could have"s. Ain't got much else to do. Usually it's not long at all before everyone else joins in but, still greens and yellows and such..."

The rest is lost in a vague hand gesture and shrug.

Lizzie thinks it would have made her feel better if anything else was happening in the background. The sun stood indifferent in the distance, opposite the pale, cold moon. Motionless, the both of them. Nothing ever changing apart from the uneven, mischievous fluttering of the stars. One amongst them, refusing to flicker, just stared unblinking like a red eye watching over them.

"You know Jimmy I think you might be right this time!"

"I am?"

"I don't care that I died. That much. Everyone will be here soon and all their deaths will be even more embarrassing than mine because they were closer to victory than I ever was. And imagine choking up when you've almost succeeded. I wouldn't know anything about that."

"Right!"

It sounds almost involuntary as Mumbo chocked out a laugh. But then Jimmy's tentatively laughing with him, and really the wait could be worse.

#secret life #secret life spoilers #ldshadowlady #solidaritygaming #mumbo jumbo #i don't feel like i've read this enough times but if i give in and read it once more it's going to stay in the drafts forever #this session man...#.my writing

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Dressed Up (Toppat Charles Au)

I've decided to do a simple one shot of my Toppat Charles Au, exploring the relationship between Charles and Reginald.

Only a few weeks into the leadership of the clan's newest leader, so with all due respect, Reginald didn't know how to react. Well, he's been feeling certain emotions weighing him down but couldn't justify saying anything out loud without it coming off too unseemly and an even smaller part hadn't wanted to insult the lad either.

"You're not wearing that" He groans, tired, way too early in the morning to be dealing with this issue head on.

"Why not?"

"You know why" As he rubs at his temples, headache already pounding, Reginald, no longer found the strength to look on. "We both know this is far too revealing for you"

The outfit chosen by his leader left very little to the imagination and for Reginald, he had to transport his mind to happier times, little, as they were now. It was a glorified romper, yet off the shoulder, baring the legs up to the hips as well covered in sheer leggings, and on the chest, a deliberately noticeable cut shaped as a heart. Deep red in color, like it's been bathed in blood, with an attached gold and silver bodice that clung onto the body to emphasize the figure. Again it showed way too much skin for his personal comfort. What would people say if they saw this, the eyes that would graze across and he can't bear the idea, protectiveness washed over him.

"Hardly"

"For a seventeen year old, yes, it is. Now I won't be saying this again. We have a full schedule today and we're already running late"

Hearing a light scoff from behind with a trail of whispers, Reginald knew he's coming from a good place. Though in that foolish child's mind he's being the bad guy. "Now come on, I'll help you pick a better, respectful outfit" He opens the walk-in closet with slow grace, to see plenty of choices.

"All the clothes you pick out are stuffy. And suits? Really? Who now wears suits when there's better options out there"

As Reginald entered, gloved hands gently went to touch every smooth, freshly pressed fabric, and a plop from outside. Likely then not a body hitting the bed's mattress.

"Nothing wrong with the classics" He calmly states. Soon he picks one, grabbing it by the hanger and exits with it in both hands.

"Ugh…" Came the soft voice, bland, stating the obvious animosity. "... Come on… Do I have to do this today, Reginald?"

"You must. What else would you be doing?"

What he first sees is the younger man, laying on his back, arms crossed over his chest and pouting, "Having a life. That's what"

Another sigh, a deep throated groan this time, "Don't do this with me" Reginald spats back, primarily to himself. "Being a leader is more important to you. Your main priority even and the clan needs a leader. Desperately"

Forest green eyes then decide to glare up at him where he stood at the bedside.

"You can't be this selfish, Charles. I get it. It's stressful and with your father gone, I can unders-"

"Just stop… He's going to come back. I know he will. Why won't you all believe me when I say it?"

"He hadn't. It's been weeks over three months. He isn't" A good firm hand is needed so he lends one out, clamping at the leader's tense shoulder, where he tugs the other up and off.

It was only a wistful dream, for their prior leader, Terrence to return, many like his two children had hoped and prayed for that day but it never materialized sadly.

"So get over yourself, please" As harsh as he sounds, it's necessary for everyone, for their clan to survive through a terrible heartache. Charles needed to be strong, figuratively and literally speaking, as their leader, so he must push aside the pesky emotions, along with the wayward antics. "For all of us"

The suit, off the hanger, is handed over to Charles. A magnificent suit, again, red, more ruby with a darker shade in thin, vertical lines, with a black button up shirt with gold buttons and a matching tie.

"If you must know, red is indeed your color" He tries to lighten the mood, however, it falls flat. "Get dressed. I'll be outside the door waiting for you. We got a full day for us ahead"

#Ask Me Things #Ask Away #Thsc Au #Thsc Fic #Toppat Charles #Toppat Leader Charles #Charles Calvin #Reginald Copperbottom #Toppat Clan #Henry Stickmin Collection #The Henry Stickmin Collection #Angst #Drama

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lipstickstainz · 3 years

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true lies - s. r. (11/15)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Series Summary: Spencer is furious, when you rejoin the team after a year and after you left him, when he got arrested. Little does he know, that you leaving him was the only option to ever get him out of prison.

Chapter Summary: you know what's coming - the truth.

Warnings: angst, minor violence

Word Count: 2k

A/N: i listened to my favorite saddest songs while writing. be prepared. thanks for your kind feedback! gif not mine.

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JJ snaps you out of your thoughts. There's an expression on her face that you can't find the words for. "Y/N? What does she mean?"

You have to swallow. Your throat is tight and you can barely breathe, so you cling to her to keep from sinking to the floor. You can't take your eyes off the two in the interrogation room.

"What deal?" Spencer sits up straighter than he already does. His whole body is tense.

Cat shakes her head. "I thought you weren't here to talk about her or you."

When Spencer slaps the table with his palm, she doesn't even flinch. You do, the harder, and JJ's hands clench into fists. But you only notice this out of the corner of your eye. "What deal, Cat?" His tone is harsh, leaving no room for Cat's games.

She sighs. "Maybe you should ask her yourself. After all, she did come here with you, didn't she? I don't think she'd skip this dance." Cat looks past Spencer to the one-way mirror, straight through it, as if she knows you'd be standing right there. Her grin is crooked and ugly. "Come on, Y/N. You should know I don't bite. Not without notice, anyway."

You feel JJ's gaze on you as you enter the interrogation room without a word. You close the door behind you and out of the corner of your eye you notice Spencer looking at you. But your gaze is fixed straight on Cat. You stop right at the door.

"It's good to see you again, Y/N."

You don't have to be a mind reader to know what's going on in Spencer's head. It's practically written all over his face. Again?

"Hi, Cat," you reply curtly. You feel like shooting her.

"I always knew you lived dangerously. But I didn't think you were stupid. Yet you were the smartest one on your team. No offense, Spencie." She says it like she's bored out of her mind, not like the whole situation could completely escalate in the next second. Spencer tries not to let on, but you can read the confusion on his face. "I guess I was wrong about that."

"What are you talking about?" you ask, involuntarily taking a step forward. Cat takes it as a sign to keep talking.

"I know you killed my partner in crime. Must have been quite a mess, I'm told. Shot right through the head. Kudos, Y/N. I knew you were smart, but you're also badass. Who would have thought." She raises her hand and inspects her filthy and chewed fingernails. Her gaze drifts to you without her moving her head. She looks at you through her eyelashes, which makes her look crazy. "Quite a pity about him. But he was really just my accomplice's boyfriend. So, not worth mentioning."

Accomplice? Boyfriend?

It only takes a brief moment for everything to come together in your head. Apparently, all emotion falls from your face, because Cat looks extremely pleased. "You didn't play by the rules, Y/N. And now someone else has to pay for it."

In three steps, you've crossed the room and pulled Cat from her chair. Before Spencer can stop you, you push her full force against the nearest wall, causing a gasp to escape her mouth. You press your forearm against her throat and she lets out a hoarse laugh. Her gaze mirrors yours. Fierce and unyielding. The pressure on her throat intensifies and she has to cough.

You feel big hands on your shoulders, yanking you back so that you stagger and bump into the table. For a brief moment, you want to fight back as you leap forward again to put a stop to Cat once and for all, but Spencer extends his arm to allow some distance between you. You don't look at him. Out of anger and out of shame, because this isn't you.

"What's going on here?", he finally asks when you've pulled yourself together a bit and he's sure you won't kill her the next chance you get. "What's she talking about, Y/N?"

Cat's look is challenging and you know full well she's not going to say anything. She's dropped the bomb and now it's up to you to make sure the explosion isn't too devastating. You look at Spencer and tears form in the corners of your eyes. There's no way to get around it. And he better hear it from you than from some crazy psychopath. You owe him that much.

"When you were arrested", you begin, hoping your voice doesn't sound as brittle as it does, "it was clear to me from the start that Scratch couldn't be responsible. When you were taken to Millburn Correctional Facility instead of protective custody, it should have been obvious to the others. It was no accident that they sent you there. It was too personal." You can barely look at him, which is why you stare at the floor. "It couldn't have been Scratch, but there was no one else who had a score to settle with you." Your gaze shifts to Cat, "Except for her.

I had no proof, nothing. But I was one hundred percent sure she had something to do with it. So I talked to Emily. She gave me the day off, and I came here." You suppress the urge to knead your hands, so you shove them into your pants pockets. Your gaze wanders back to the floor, though you'd like to look at Spencer. You want to know what's going on inside him, but you don't dare. "Cat denied having anything to do with it at first, but I didn't believe her. And then she made a deal."

"And that included?" asks Spencer. You have to swallow.

"She would get you out of jail, after all, she put you in there too. I knew you wouldn't make it through jail. And not because you were too weak, but because I knew there were some people there who wouldn't bat an eye to hurt a FBI agent like you. And I couldn't stand that, so I went for it." With each word, your voice grows quieter, though you try to sound as determined as possible. But the pain weighs you down and takes away your breath. You remember the visit then, and what it had cost you.

"And what did she want in return?" Spencer's eyes glisten as if tears have formed in them. He blinks once, and the shine disappears. "What the hell did she want, Y/N?"

You can't stop the tears streaming down your cheeks Your heart is beating fast, like it's about to jump out of your chest. You take a deep breath and brace yourself for what follows. "She - she wanted me to leave you. Cat knew that prison could never hurt you the way I would if I abandoned you. If I left, with no explanation and no goodbye."

Spencer's shoulders sink and his muscles are no longer stretched to breaking point. You don't dare look at him, so you stare at Cat, whose grin has actually widened. Psychopathic sadist.

"Actually, Y/N was never supposed to come back either", she continues the explanation, but Spencer continues to look at you. "That was the deal. You weren't supposed to tell anyone about this and never come back, but you didn't stick to that. You thought if you killed the guy and I continued to be in here, you could go back home and get on with your life." Her grin disappears and suddenly she looks incredibly bitter. "Very reckless, if you ask me. My birdie knows you're back home, and as a warning, she left you a trail of dead married men. Apparently you got the message, after all, you're here. That they are dead is all your fault, Y/N. Because you couldn't stay away from your beloved Spencer." She looks from you to Spencer. "It's tragic, isn't it? She loves you so much that she took on all that pain just so you could get out of jail. How incredibly selfless of her. And I'm pretty sure you weren't exactly kind to her when she returned, were you, Spencie?"

Spencer and you can't look at each other, so heavy is the pain on your shoulders. All the anger, despair, and confusion that had spread through you since you saw each other again gives way to an all-consuming feeling of pressure that you can't shake. The only thing that can give you both some comfort is the clarity that has been created. Spencer now knows what really went on, and you no longer have to keep secrets from him. But the matter is far from over.

You look to Cat, but can't find the words. She's won.

You leave the interrogation room without looking at Spencer or saying another word. What could you have possibly said? JJ looks at you with widened eyes as you rush past her. She has her cell phone to her ear, probably talking to Emily, but calls after you, but you don't stop. The air in the building is stuffy and you feel like you're choking on it. Your heart is racing and you feel sick. You just want to get out.

"Y/N." Spencer's voice forces you to stop. You stop so jerkily that you almost fall. When you turn to face him, he's standing right in front of you. His gaze is hard. He opens his mouth, but he doesn't know exactly what to say either.

"I can't, Spencer", you beat him to it. You want to turn and keep walking, but his hand curls around your arm. At the touch, you're struck by lightning.

"Don't you think we should talk about this?"

You should. Definitely. "She had the men killed because I returned", you whisper. "She killed them because I couldn't take it anymore. Because I wanted to be with you. It's all my fault, Spencer. And I'll take the consequences for that."

"So you're just going to leave? Without explanation and without goodbye?"

You don't want to leave, quite the opposite. You would love to throw yourself into his arms, kiss him and never let go. You want to tell him you love him, but you can't. "I can't stay, Spencer. If I did, she would kill more people. I can't be responsible for that. I'm sorry."

You turn away from him, but as you take a step forward, Spencer pulls you back, making you slam against his chest. Your hands settle on the soft fabric of his shirt as his settle on your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. His expression has changed. There is deep sadness in his eyes and he tries to blink away the tears that have formed in the corners of his eyes, but they fall down his cheekbones. All at once, he looks so young. "Promise me you'll come back? Back to me?" One of his hands clasps both of yours, still resting on his chest. He holds them tightly, afraid of losing you again.

You smile weakly at him and tears come to your eyes too. Your smile is honest, but sad. "I will always come back to you."

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heliosoll · 2 years

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TLDR: I’m conflicted about permanently shifting or respawning as I’m planning on changing everything ( name, backstory, career, etc ) but I feel both options have terrible outcomes.

ok so I’m having a bit of dilemma between choosing to perma-shift or respawn. my desires consists of revising my entire life, my parents, my house, my backstory, df and db, etc. so perma-shifting or respawning would help me receive my desires all in one go.

but respawning feels too permanent as I’m emotionally attached to my cr and I’m scripting that I’ll forget that I shifted to my dr and forget my cr completely but it’s still a scary prospect never being able to come back to this exact reality.

on the flip side perma-shifting leaves me with memories of my cr and I feel like my emotional attachment to it would affect me in my dr. I feel I would never truly leave the version of me in this cr.

should I manifest becoming my desired self then permashift or just respawn?

I don't want to sound dismissive but I think you might be overthinking this hun!

You can always script/intend that you aren't too attached to your CR so regardless of what you choose you'll feel okay. You also don't have to respawn or permashift to completely change everything at once!

Anyway, your fear regarding respawning is perfectly natural but it's definitely coming from the you in your CR. Think about the you in your DR! Would they be bothered about not being able to shift back? Once you change your entire life, would you want to come back? Would it truly bother you if you couldn't? If yes, then consider permashifting. If not, then either one will work.

Again, if you chose permashifting, you could very easily just script/intend that you don't have an emotional attachment to your CR or that it doesn't bother you. I also want to say that there's nothing wrong with having an emotional attachment to your CR. The idea that it makes shifting harder is just a limiting belief. Once you get a taste of your DR life, trust me, you're not gonna be worried about your CR (even if you remember it). There might be things that bother you emotionally if you've been through something or had a particularly hard time, but that will get better with time, especially when you're in a reality that you genuinely enjoy.

I've said this before but try to find a coin yeah? Any coin! Now, you're going to flip the coin; head for permashifting and tails for respawning. And, you're going to promise yourself that you will do whichever one it lands on no matter what. Close your eyes and flip the coin. Alright? Done that? There's a good chance that at some point during this process you knew exactly which side you wanted it to land on. Don't overthink this! Deep down, you know what you want to do. Weighing the pros and cons and thinking too hard will just stress you out. Forget that earlier promise, and do what you want!

#letters 🎀#long post

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 01 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 2.8 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

Next part (02)->

{Vikings Masterlist}

Sailing Into The Unknown

Walking fast, you keep up with the two Norsemen coming right behind you. Unlike the rest of your maids, who were caught hiding or trying to leave the castle, you were found in your chambers. You knew they'd find you, one way or another, and you'll have much more to gain if you keep fear and despair away from your mind.

You knew this day would come. Your father, the King, was sure of it, and so were you. The political implications of King Ecbert and King Aelle in the last years brought you to this moment. An attack was imminent, and when you were told the Vikings were once again clashing on your cost like the waves, you knew this was inevitable. The only thing you can hope now is that they'll either let you live or give you a quick death. You're a threat, that's obvious. Aethelwulf may be the heir, but you're forth in line after his two sons. And that puts you in a dangerous position.

A yelp from one of your maids gets your attention, and you give her a look. You get why they're scared. These men look like monsters to them, speaking a strange language, dressed in dark, hard material, covered in blood. And everything they were told about the Norsemen, is that they're all savages. Worse than animals, soulless. Fortunately for you, one of the few things you actually wanted to do that your father allowed was to learn the Vikings language. Ecbert taught you himself, and you feel relieved to know what they're saying.

When you reach the main hall, you're pushed to the center, near a table. The maids all stick together, trying to pull you with them as they fall to the ground, using their skirts to dry off the tears. But you stand up, looking around. The place is flooded by them, the so-called monsters. Some are chatting, laughing even. Some of them have their eyes on you and on the other ladies. There's no way to know what will happen next, but you know who's in charge here.

The legend, the man they believe to be a descendant from the Pagan god, Odin. Ragnar Lothbrok. If you want to stand a chance to get out of here alive, that's the man you need to talk to. And, as if being called, he comes from the hall, alongside two other men. He looks, at the same time, exactly how your father described, but also very different. A paradox. His eyes scan the room, and, as you make your way over him, they lay on you.

One of the men who were with him come forward, standing on your way. Looking up, you sustain his stare. “I wish to speak with Ragnar.” You say, trying not to smile at the confused expression on the man's face. Nobody here expects you to speak their language.

“Princess (Y/N).” Ragnar sings songs, and the man steps aside. He has an axe in his hand, playing with it as he comes closer to you. “I was just having a small chat with your dear father.”

“Did you kill him?” The answer is obvious, but still, you need to know. The funny expression on his face changes and he pinches his eyebrows together “My father always said that, if he had to die at all, he'd like to be killed by you.”

“Oh.” He exclaims, glancing at someone behind you. “His wish was granted.”

Nodding to yourself, you look down. You have been preparing yourself for this moment ever since the news of Ragnar's return arrived, but still, your heart sinks a little. “Alright then.” It sounds stupid to ask him to simply let you go. This won't happen. Still, you don't want to face death scared, like your maids, crying and yelling. So, standing before Ragnar, you push your hair away from your shoulders, exposing your neck. “Do it already.” With both hands on your hips, you take a deep breath.

But Ragnar doesn't move, his lips break into a smile. Slowly, he leans closer, his mouth on your ear. “What are you doing?”

“I know you'll kill me. But I don't want to go like them.” Tilting your head at your maids, you shrug your shoulders. “I don't want to be taken as a slave either. So I guess that's it, king Ragnar.” Unlike him, you keep your voice as loud as before. You don't mind being heard.

“Do you–”

Ragnar is cut off by someone's shouts. Soon enough, a man comes, being held by two of the Norsemen. When they move a little, you recognize Edward, the man you were supposed to marry in a short amount of time. He's hurt, a black eye and a wounded lip. The men throw him on the floor, and he stands on his knees. Perhaps you should pity him... But no. It may not be kind of you, but you can't pretend you feel something you don't.

“Princess (Y/N), my lady.” He mumbles, trying to get to his feet and failing. “Stay away from them.”

Ignoring him, you turn to face Ragnar again. “As I was saying, there's no other option in this situation, so you might as well get done with it.” Giving the axe a look, you raise your eyes again. “I'm ready.”

“Don't be stupid, (Y/N)! Get away from him!” Edward shouts, and you run a hand through your hair, frustrated. Even now, he still tries to tell you what to do. You're tired of being ordered around. At least in death, you want to make it on your way.

“Shut up, Edward!” You burst out, moving to stand a few feet away from him, talking in his language since, of course, he wouldn't even dream of learning the pagans tongue. “It's over, don't you see it? We're both dying today, and honestly...” Now, you can say it. You can finally say it, and you can't help but smile. You'll be dead in a minute, but you never felt so... Free. “I'm happy my fate is to die by the Vikings... That's far better than marrying you.”

When you're done talking, Edward jerks forward, too fast, managing to grab your arm with one hand and hitting your face with the back of the other. You taste blood on your mouth, falling to the ground, but easily pushing yourself back up as the Norsemen pull him back, away from you. “You little whore!” He tries to set free, but it's useless. A laugh escapes your lips. “I'm so glad you'll die today. I'm so glad you'll join your devil of a father.”

With a hand on your jaw, you stare at him, shaking your head lightly. “You call then savages, but you were the only one in this room to hit me.” Turning away from him, you return to where Ragnar stands, watching the whole commotion. “So, king Ragnar?”

You can tell he's thinking. About what, you have no idea. From what you've heard, they don't need much thought before killing someone. “I could kill you right here, princess, but this speech you just gave got me interested.” Pacing around you, he swings his axe, resting it on his shoulder. “My wife, a former princess herself, might actually like you.”

“Aslaug?” A man says, and Ragnar looks at him. Following his gaze, you see a man with blond, dirty hair, pulled back in some kind of braid. “She hates Christians. I don't see how she'll like this one.”

“Well, I've never seen a Christian act like this. Have you, Bjorn?”

“No.” The man admits, eyes finally meeting yours, just before you look away from him.

“Well, my wife has been pissing me off lately, so anything that might distract her for a bit sounds like a good idea to me.” He speaks slow, and some people laugh. “So, Princess (Y/N). I will let you chose your fate.” He's back at your face, looking down at you. “Would you rather come with me to Kattegat, or would you rather die here, with your crying maids?”

Giving the women a look, you weigh the odds. Death is final, the very end. Life is full of possibilities... But are you willing to risk it? “Would you keep me safe? I mean...” Gesturing at the other men, you sigh. “I'm sure you understand what I mean.”

“Nobody touches the princess,” Ragnar yells, his voice echoing through the walls. “Is that enough?” He asks you in a much lower voice.

“I guess it is.”

That said, he walks away. Following him with your eyes, you see as he stops by Bjorn. Bjorn Ironside, his oldest son. His name is also well known here. Ragnar tells him something before disappearing, and his son gives you a look. It doesn't take long for you to understand Ragnar told Bjorn to keep an eye on you, since, as you walk down the beach to the boats, Bjorn silently walks beside you, like a bodyguard. He helps you climb up on to the boat, a strong hand on your waist, pushing you up.

When you finally start sailing, you get an idea of their army. Too many boats, filled with far too many warriors. You can't help but make your way to the back of the boat, watching as your home grows distant. But calling it home is a compliment. This was just somewhere you lived, surrounded by people who always expected something of you. Where you were forced to act a certain way, just because you were unlucky enough to be born a princess.

What's coming now, is completely unexpected, unforeseen. If anyone ever told you you'd be sailing away from Wessex, in a Viking boat, you wouldn't believe them. But the feeling that really gets to you, leaving you utterly perplexed is that you feel... Good. Free, even. You can't even count how many times you desired you could just disappear, leave everything behind and go somewhere entirely new. Maybe you're crazy, your mind completely lost already, but you somehow find joy in it. In sailing away, into the unknown, with the very people you were taught to hate and fear.

But this is far better than what your future was holding back there. An unhappy marriage with a disgusting man. This is far better.

Days after you left Wessex, a violent storm starts falling at daybreak. The rain comes lightly at first, but by the moment you stand up, it starts pouring. One of Ragnar's friends, named Floki, stays on the edge of the boat, holding on tight with one arm, the other stretched out. He's laughing, saying things you don't quite understand the meaning of. It's about Thor, and Odin, and othter of their gods. He seems unaffected by the crashing waves. Stumbling, you leave the protection of this dark fabric they hanged above the ship, getting on your knees next to Floki. You don't know what's soaking you, the rain, or the waves, high enough to hit the boat.

“Hear this, Princess?” Floki yells, trying to make himself heard above the deafening sounds. “This is–” A huge wave hits both of you, and Floki almost falls back. But he regains his balance, laughing even louder.

“Will the boat sink?” You ask him, yelling at the top of your lungs. “I can't swim! If we sink, I'll drown.”

“So will I,” Floki answers, glancing at you before turning his attention back at the ocean. This makes you burst into laughter too because you never thought someone who can't swim would face the waves like this.

“(Y/N)!” Someone calls, and you turn around, pushing wet hair away from your face. Bjorn comes your way, grabbing both your arms and helping you stand up. “What are you doing here?”

“She's mesmerized by the powerful waves!” Another wave, hitting both you and Bjorn as well. You're knocked down, your back against Bjorn's chest. But despite the sting you fell on your leg, Floki's laughter makes you giggle. These people are crazy. Nobody on Wessex would be this happy, this carefree in such a storm.

“Come.” Bjorn pulls you with him, back to the safety of the handmade roof. He helps you settle down, and as he does, you lock eyes with him. You've never seen blue eyes like this. “Stay out of the rain.”

“Floki is in the rain. Why can't I?” You snap back, not really enjoying the bossy tone.

“Let the girl have her fun, Bjorn.” You recognize Ragnar's voice, and you find him rowing, trying to keep the boat moving despite the violent waves. There's an empty seat beside him, so, pushing yourself up, you make your way there.

“Mind if I help?”

“If you think you can.” He breathes out, and you nod, grabbing the oar. “Keep it steady... Push, then pull.” He tells you, and you mimic his movements. The thing is heavy, and it takes only a few seconds for your arms to start hurting. But you keep up, ignoring the looks you're getting. No woman would be allowed to do such thing in Wessex. So you're enjoying it, even though you're strength is nothing compared to the rest of them.

When the heavy clouds are blown away, and the sky is once again blue and serene, you bend over the edge of the boat a little, just to better see where the ocean meets the sky, on the horizon. The chaos was replaced by a low chattering, laughter, and giggles. You're mostly on our own, not really speaking to anyone but Ragnar. He's a curious man, and he's curious about you. You're not sure why though.

“Here.” A voice makes you turn around, sitting down. Bjorn offers you a cup of water, which you take and drink after muttering a ‘thank you’. When you give him the empty cup, you wait for him to walk away so you can resume your horizon watching, but instead, he settles down beside you, letting out a heavy breath. “We'll reach Kattegat in a few days.”

“Finally.” You burst out, playing with the tips of your hair. “Sick and tired of this boat already.” Chuckling, you glance at him. He's already staring. “So... Bjorn Ironside. What are you doing talking to a Christian? People here don't really seem to be fond of me.”

“The truth is they're trying to figure you out.” Bjorn lowers his voice, and your eyes scan through the men. “Ever since you stood up with your neck exposed to my father's axe.”

It doesn't seem much of a big deal to you. “I just didn't want to die like those other girls. Whining and crying.” Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. “I mean, I really thought there would be no other way, so I'd face death with some dignity.”

“Don't tell anyone I said this but...” He leans closer until you feel his breath on your ear. “You kinda sounded like a Viking right now.” Then, he stands up and leaves, back to his chores.

You're confused, to say the least, but you guess that was a compliment coming from a Viking himself. Taking a deep breath, you move to where you were, staring at the calming waves.

And Bjorn was right. Eight days after, you're arriving at Kattegat. The many boats stop at the decks, and yours is one of the first. There's a sea of people here, waiting for their loved ones. As you step out of the boat, you don't really know where to go. Everyone is hugging, kissing, telling about the successful raid. You just start walking then, following the flow until you feel someone grabbing your arm. “This way,” Bjorn says, tilting his head at where his father is going. “He wants to introduce you to Aslaug.”

The Queen who hates Christians. Great.

The main hall of Ragnar's house is full. First, he talks to the people, telling them everything they took, everything they found. There's a huge fire in the center, flames reaching high. You're at the corner, half-hidden behind Bjorn's shoulder, eyes flying through the place. You quickly recognize the Queen, seated on a chair beside Ragnar. She's very pretty, dark hair cut off to her shoulders. But she looks... Bored. Very uninterested in this.

By her side, close to the floor, you find a pair of eyes set on you. It takes you by surprise since you weren't expecting anyone to find you among all the people. But he did. Ragnar told you a little about him. His youngest son, Ivar, the Boneless. The cripple. It's not hard to recognize him, but your eyes don't search for his deformity. They're locked on his face, trying to read it, trying to understand why he won't look away.

Suddenly, everybody standing in front of you moves, creating a passage that leads to the very center of the hall. Glancing at Bjorn, you see when he gestures for you to go. And so you do, stopping only when you're standing before Aslaug. She doesn't seem very happy about it.

“And who this might be?” She asks, taking a sip from her cup.

“This is King Ecbert's daughter, princess (Y/N).” Ragnar answers. “She has some spirit, so I thought she'd make a good friend for you since you too were a princess once.”

“A Viking princess.” She snaps, looking you up and down.

You should probably say something, but what? The woman doesn't like you, and why would she? The big question now is what will happen to you next.

“(Y/N) isn't like the other women,” Bjorn speaks up, and you give him a look. He's pacing around, playing with a knife. “While her maids were sobbing and begging for their lives, she stood before Ragnar, accepting her fate. I've never seen one of their women do anything like that.” You don't get why he's doing this. Probably Ragnar's orders, or something like that. “She even helped with the oars when a storm reached us, after staying on the edge with that crazy ass Floki over there.” He gestures at the man, who loudly giggles.

“And what does this all mean?” Aslaug breathes out, clearly annoyed.

“Why don't you give her a chance, wife?” Ragnar sits back on his chair, taking Aslaug's hand. “Talk to her, see if there's anything in common and if you don't like her, well... I can send her to live with Lagertha.”

“Who's Lagertha?” You mutter, to nobody in particular.

But the name makes Aslaug sigh, and she stands up, putting the cup down. “Fine then. Come with me.”

With no other choice, you follow her inside. But on your way, you walk by Ivar, who's holding a clutch. You try hard no to, but your eyes find him nevertheless. He quickly looks away, and you keep walking, deciding not to give it much thought. He probably despises you like most of the people here.

Aslaug has some slaves prepare you a warm bath. And, much to your dislike, she stays in the room as you take off your clothes and step inside the tub. But it doesn't take long for you to relax as one of the girls starts washing and brushing your hair.

“Did you sleep with my husband?” The question comes with an angry voice, and you're not sure what startles you more. The anger or the question itself.

“Of course not.” She gets on your sight, pacing around.

“Do you want to sleep with my husband?”

Then, it clicks. She thinks Ragnar brought you here because he desires you. And that's a very dangerous thought for a Queen to have. “No, I don't.” Resting both your arms on the edges of the tub, you look up at her. “And even if he wants to sleep with me, I won't accept it. That's not the reason why I'm here.”

“And why are you here, so far from home, little princess?” She doesn't sound like she actually wants to know, but you get the feeling that this time you can actually say the truth. Here, there's no reason to keep it hidden, locked in. You can say how you feel about everything, even the things that could've got you imprisoned or even dead in Wessex.

“I'm willing to tell you if you're willing to listen, Queen Aslaug.”

At first, there's silence. But then, Aslaug drags a chair, placing it near the tub before sitting down. “Well, since I have nothing better to do at the moment, let's hear it.”

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Something Dark Is Waiting in the Woods: Chapter 6

You can read it on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)

Relationship: Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Kira Yukimura, Nogitsune (Teen Wolf), Dread Doctors (Teen Wolf)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Magical everyone but Theo, Possession, Background Relationships, Murder, Minor Character Death, they kill the DD okay it’s fine, Familiars, Human Familiars, Under-negotiated Kink, or more like not negotiated but they are both into it, Hand Jobs, Light Dom/sub, Orgasm Denial, Familiar Bond, Aged-Up Character(s), They are in university

Words: Chapter: 6507/Total: 39253

Chapters: 6/11

Huge thanks to @amatchinwater for beta-reading!

***

Stiles couldn't remember much of what happened after that. He thought that maybe the demon used some sort of sound wave thing to make the Doctors let go of Stiles, and then he was near Theo, his wolf form almost invisible in the shadows of the trees to the side of the road, on the dark ground, the Doctor near him also out of commission, and then they were home, and Theo was bleeding, and the demon did something to him, and then Stiles blacked out completely.

The kind of teleportation the demon used his magic for wasn't something witches could normally do. Stiles, for one, couldn't.

When he came back to, he was on his bed, not in the living room where there was probably a bloody stain on the floor.

His head felt like it was being hit with a hammer repeatedly, even after it had already broken his skull. Like he had been hit by a car and then it backed up over him again. Not even a car, but one of those asphalt pavers. Slow and nice and flat.

In short, he felt dead but still very much suffering. Which was unfair. No-one should suffer when they are already dead. Especially not Stiles. He wasn't that bad. He didn't deserve this.

He tried opening his eyes, but there was light, so he groaned and closed his eyes agaun, because that made his life a tad bit better.

He smelled coffee, and then there was some shuffling and some clinking, and then the bed dipped next to him.

"I know you're awake."

Stiles hummed noncommittally, and his voice wasn't even there.

"My question is, are you you now?"

Stiles cracked one eye open again, and this time it almost didn't feel like someone tried to put a nail into the back of his skull. The key word being almost.

There was a cup of coffee and a glass of water on the nightstand, and a plate with what he guessed was another absolutely terrible sandwich.

He couldn't understand why he was so surprised yesterday to figure out that Theo couldn't cook after having had experienced his sandwich-making skills. This guy was hopeless.

He was kind of afraid to taste the coffee, and he also didn't really want to check what it was going to do to him right now, so he was grateful for the option of water. It was hard to fuck up water. Not impossible, but hard, and Stiles decided to hope that Theo wasn't that hopeless.

He sat up slowly, propping himself against the headboard, leaning his head against the wall. Its coolness helped a bit with the headache, a welcomed relief, if a small one.

"Yeah," he said finally.

Well, more like croaked. He could barely call it talking, really.

Theo seemed to understand something, because Stiles could feel the cold glass being pressed into his hand.

It felt like it weighed a ton, full of lead instead of water, but he managed to lift it to his lips, his eyes shut again, and took a sip.

That helped more than anything else did so far, and he suddenly realized that he was unbelievably thirsty this whole time, so he drank the whole glass.

Then he tried to fill it again, but his magic was so drained, he didn't think he could spell a nightlight right now, and he could do it when he first got the first spark of magic.

All of him felt drained like a cut lemon after a week in a desert.

He felt like he would have felt better if he were dead. Because apparently he wasn't, which was a consolation.

"Are you sure?"

Stiles opened his eyes just a bit to look at Theo.

"Guess you'll have to figure this out."

Theo nodded slowly, taking this as an answer, a slight worried furrow to his brow, his thigh pressed to Stiles' calf.

Stiles sighed and reached to the side to grab the sandwich in his hand. He wasn't about to risk turning his head, so he wasn't looking, and it took him a couple of tries.

He knew it was important to eat something even if he didn't have any desire to put anything into his stomach.

"What time is it even?"

"Around noon. I woke up like an hour ago."

Stiles sighed. Another day without research and homework and work and…

He threw his eyes open, his brain exploding with pain immediately, so he had to squeeze them shut just as fast again.

"What about the Doctors? Were they… are they… are we…" he screeched.

That was the best way he could describe his voice.

Theo interrupted him:

"I'm pretty sure, considering how whatever you did back there sounded, you fucked them up bad, they will need time to recuperate. So we should be okay for now. My ears are still ringing a bit."

"Okay. You'll have to explain that to me later, but I'm going to trust you for now, since I did save your ass yesterday."

He heard Theo chuckle.

"You did."

There was a strange note to Theo's voice, one that Stiles could only interpret as him being weirdly touched about the whole thing. He guessed that one would be, though, so it was probably normal and to be expected, actually.

"So now, talk. You have no choice."

Theo sighed.

"Are you sure you can take it all in? There's a lot."

"I'm going to make you retell me everything again if I can't comprehend it right now."

Theo chuckled again, his voice dropping lower than usual:

"And just how are you going to do that?"

"Oh, I don't know. I have literally no options. It's not like you live in my house, eat my food, wear my clothes… You know."

"I wear Liam's shirts. And you allowed me this without asking him first, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going to get him a couple of new ones and say sorry. Liam is chill. And I got you your own ones, too."

That was a lie, Liam had hardly even known chill, but he was still an adorable puppy and wouldn't mind enough not to forgive Stiles easily. And Theo didn't know it.

"Now – talk, Theo."

At least this time he didn't do whatever weird thing happened back in the car before it broke down on them and the Dread Doctors appeared.

Fuck, he will need to pick the car up. It had probably been towed away by now. Fuck. More appeared with no work being done.

Theo breathed in deeply.

And then he talked.

Theo wasn't kidnapped, exactly. He went willingly, and Stiles honestly believed that this was what happened more often than not in kidnappings, but Theo insisted that he wasn't kidnapped. They wanted to use him for their side experiments. They always targeted someone easy to lure in with a promise of strength, better younger, someone who wouldn't be missed much, for whom there would be no big search.

They kind of made a mistake with Theo, because he had been very little, and it was weird for him not to come home, so after that they sought out only teenagers and young adults.

Anyone older had too few chances of survival.

They all had the same ultimate goal of creating the most dangerous, most vicious and immoral creature possible, all-powerful and destructive. Theo didn't know how they came to it, but that they did explain. So they were fitting different parts together like a Lego, trying to see what would yield the best results.

Theo was the first success in their new line of experiments with mixing supernatural creatures together, so they kept him. They always did keep the ones that survived at least as long as they proved to be useful or until the experiments ditched them.

Then they became just a novelty decoration in the lab, put into formaldehyde like two-headed lambs.

Theo wasn't the only child they took in his town. They also took his sister. Or more like Theo lured her to them, and then watched her freeze to death in front of him, because they wanted something from her heart, and they were also interested to see how it was going to fuck him up.

At least that was how he remembered it. He didn't remember pushing her in or something, which Stiles privately thought wasn't necessarily a one hundred percent guarantee that this didn't happen.

He was the Surgeon and Geneticist's toy. The first in his line of production. Genetically modified through several operations, so he wasn't exactly a werewolf. Apparently, if Stiles had had any experience with real wolves, he would've noticed how much smaller Theo was. Being half-coyote did this to a person.

They used him to lure in more people as soon as they could safely let him out into the public without the risk of any kind of public services getting involved.

Not that it was a super long wait. After they moved a couple of times, it was absolutely safe. His parents didn't put up much of a search, Theo didn't think they would've at the best of times, and they especially didn't after the loss of their precious golden baby girl, their hope and light in life, Theo's older sister.

And Theo had done that ever since. Went into what passed as shady teenage-oriented places, acted cool, figured out which one of them would go with him, and took them to the Doctors.

And they did their thing. Most of the kids died, and even those of them who didn't, naturally wouldn't be super kind to someone who brought them to what easily might have been their death. Well, maybe there were a couple of people who found it cool, but still.

It was just his luck that were-creatures were hard to do anything with, otherwise Theo would've already gotten all possible ulcers and stomach shit from all the junk food he had lived off of for like fifteen years, Stiles thought. Because this was the only way he could imagine this going. Even when Theo lived with fake parents in a real house and went to school, Stiles didn't think those hired actors cared that much about him.

Theo was fine with the whole set-up. He didn't mind it, he got to help sometimes during the operations, which probably meant that he had learned a lot of incredibly strange and specific anatomy details that Stiles was very intrigued with but didn't ask.

Their main idea of their experiments on and off for what seemed to be a long time was to get a person possessed with a demon and make them become one. Merge. Except it was apparently tricky as hell to find a person that can hold a demon, then get a demon, then make the demon to possess the person, and these demons were usually very weak and small, because the real deal ones were hard to summon, unless they came naturally. And really, very few people actually survived the possession even by a small demon, so eventually the Doctors figured out that maybe they should try with something more sturdy than a feeble human. Something that they did their best to make the least vulnerable. At first, they tried to make specimens (the word Theo chose, not Stiles), but they weren't that stable on the best of days, so eventually they figured they should try with something they knew was stable.

And that was when Theo ran. He wasn't supposed to know, but they used to be humans once as well, an extremely long time ago, so if Theo was quiet enough for long enough, sometimes they would forget he was there or assume he had left somewhere and just talk. They conversed primarily in Old French between themselves, so it wasn't very clear, but Theo had lived with them for fifteen years and took French in basically all the schools he went to that offered the class, as long as he was going to school. He had learned some things. And he also knew that when he heard his name not directed at him, it meant trouble. Usually, those were just some experiments to check how far they can push him and his body. But they seemed to be getting bored of that, and Theo needed to be used for something. Otherwise what was his point? He was getting too old to use as a bait for new kids, so this was the best way to use him.

And then Theo also heard the words "demon" and "experiment" and he decided he didn't want to know anything else.

He shifted and he ran, and ran, and ran.

Theo said that he just thought he was running to California (because apparently that's how good his spatial awareness and feeling of direction was, that running from Utah to Cali by backroads and fields and forests, he still knew where he was running) because of nostalgic reasons, but it turned out that the magic started speaking, and the longer he spent in his full shift, the stronger in became. So it was kind of an accident that he felt it strong enough to find Stiles. It also didn't help that he apparently was born in a town literally less than an hour away from where Stiles was born, and Stiles had been choosing his best options for school not longer than a couple of hours from his father, so both of their home towns and Stiles' campus were six hours from each other on a bad day.

And that was it.

That was Theo's story.

Stiles mulled over it, and although he didn't think that Theo – staring into the wall distractedly, his hand moving in a little pattern on the bed sheet – needed to be called out, but Stiles had a feeling that Theo went for California because this was the last place he felt like he was at least somewhat at home. He didn't know if he was right or if Theo realized this, but that was what Stiles would have done probably. He would've felt so lonely and without a place if he were in Theo's situation, he was sure he would've sought out the place that felt like comfort last.

But this actually explained why the Doctors wanted to take Stiles with them immediately. He had a very clearly fairly powerful demon inside of him (which Stiles didn't understand how they could tell from just looking at him, he didn't do anything extraordinary before the last mad gambit) and he was very clearly alive, so potentially useful for them.

He didn't even know he could die from possession, not really, there was nothing more than "there are cases…" in all the books he had read so far. According to Theo, he could actually die. But maybe since the demon chose him, and this demon probably knew what he was doing with this, Sties was fine at least for now. His guess would be that the death was normally caused by the demon not wanting to be there, and his one seemed to be chill.

"What happened to those who did merge – Jesus, that's such a dumb word – in the end?"

Theo blinked a couple of times, coming back from wherever he got lost in his head, and looked at him, confused. Stiles repeated the question.

Theo scrunched up his face in distaste.

"Their body couldn't handle the magic, and they blew up. It's even harder to find magical people so their body is at least somewhat comfortable with magic, so yeah, that's why most of those cases went bad."

Stiles nodded. Another reason for Theo's illegal adult figures to want to get to him.

Wait.

"Blew up?"

"Yeah, that was a whole nightmare to clean up every time," Theo said in a mildly exasperated tone, as if discussing a dog pissing on a carpet.

Stiles drew in a huge breath. Okay. This was alright. Everything was fine.

They were truly fucked though, weren't they, huh.

Stiles rubbed his forehead.

"How long do you think it's going to take for them to get back on their bullshit?"

Theo shrugged, tilting his head to the side.

"I'm not sure. Last time something screwed with them this way was a sound cannon during one of the protests or something, I don't remember, and they were out for a couple of days. But I'm pretty sure yours was worse, considering my ears are still ringing, to be honest," Theo smirked, a bit weakly, but still.

It was better than the glossy stare into nothing and the empty distanced expression he wore while explaining everything to Stiles.

It did make Stiles feel warmer somehow.

It was nice to see Theo acting like himself, even a bit. Considering all of their previous interactions, it must've been hard for Theo to talk about himself honestly. It felt like it was hard.

Stiles hoped he was honest. He didn't have the energy to feel paranoid anyway, so he was going to take it. It made sense. And also explained a lot about Theo and his general… attitude.

They both needed so much therapy, it was impossible.

***

Since the holidays were now ending, Stiles started to freak out about the fact that he didn't do shit, not for school, not for work, and he also had the demon issue still to figure out that hadn't budged even an inch, and now there was the additional bonus of feeling the Dread Doctors closing in on him.

And then there was also Theo. But Theo was kind of the extension of Stiles now, and Stiles caught himself actually kind of feeling himself, even after such a short time, so figuring their situation out felt somehow less pressing for a second. In the way how one would put therapy after everything else in their life because it didn't seem urgent. Even if it was.

The same evening, sitting in the kitchen and watching Theo somehow manage to butcher up a frozen pizza, swearing loudly at it, Stiles was actually thinking what it meant to have a human familiar. He still felt too weak to do anything, really, so his brain finally just didn't have enough energy to run away, and he could think only about one thing at a time. And he didn't want to think about the demon.

His magic was exhausted. He was pretty sure he also had to dig into Theo's strength to pull all of that off, including apparently partially healing Theo, but Theo couldn't tell either. He had been mostly out of it since before Stiles agreed to take the demon's help. The Surgeon had started the injection they used to get rid of the unwanted subjects, and Theo said it was actually kind of a miracle that Stiles got to him in time.

Stiles' body was also exhausted, he still felt like he had been hit by a truck several times over, and then it got stuck on him and had to roll its wheels in his dead body just to get out of the mush of him.

So now he was sitting in the kitchen, waiting for another horrible meal because of course they couldn't order in, Theo, what do you think, that I'm rich, no, go learn to be useful around the house as well, not only in crazy scientists' labs.

And Stiles was thinking.

He remembered when Theo said that Stiles was not going to be able to date anymore. Really, how many people would be actually, honestly, fully chill with someone like Theo living with them full time, like a familiar would? Because he was objectively hot, (which might cause some worry) and annoying as hell, finding ways to demand attention without actually demanding attention, which Stiles has learned even in the short time Theo had been living with him.

Stiles guessed the collar was also a part of it. Being annoying and attracting attention, that was. Because while Theo did take it off when they went out and still hadn't had it on when he brought Stiles the breakfast, now Stiles could fully enjoy the little jingling sound of the metal ring on it.

He might as well had had a little bell on him, Stiles could swear. Like a kitty. Or a cow.

Anyway, Stiles didn't think there would be that many people to be willing to deal with his whole situation, and even then, and this was all before other variables in the equation, such as Stiles being willing to deal with them, and them being willing to deal with Stiles himself as a person, and them working out all together.

So, in short, Stiles might as well bury his personal life, if he was being honest, not that there was much happening at the best of times. Like a couple one-night stands here and there, but nothing serious most of the time.

How much weirder would all of this have been if he had a long-term relationship? Or even, if he had one of those that are kind of long-term, but not completely there yet.

That would surely be a whole other level of a disaster.

But now it would be just him and his insufferable familiar. How lovely. You could put them together with his father into one of those "all families are different" social ads.

But maybe Theo was right. He himself was destined to the same fate now. Maybe they should help each other out. Two bros chillin' in a hot tube jerking each other off 'cuz they are magically bound together.

Was it… ethical, Stiles guessed was the word he wanted to use, though? Doing something like that with someone who could feel his emotions and whose emotions he could feel? Although not super clearly, but still. With someone who Stiles could kill by accident by attempting too big of a spell. Someone Stiles was legally responsible for.

Maybe. He still wasn't sure what the laws said exactly about their case.

Although really, either way those laws worked only in the magical society. If Theo chose to go live into the non-magical world, he could be completely fine. It would be harder for Stiles to cut ties.

Stiles wasn't sure if familiars could get away from their witches. Or exactly how the bond worked on their side. Because on Stiles' side he had to kind of remind himself that Theo was actually a full-grown separate adult, and not his responsibility to feed and clean and take care of. Not even because of the bond itself, because it wasn't as disruptive as he had thought it should be, but because of what he had been taught growing up. Stiles was sure that a lot of it was all the books he had read about people finding their familiars.

But setting all the ethical questions aside, he would say that in absolutely normal circumstances, like meeting in a club or something, he would probably at least consider trying to hit something off with Theo. He was objectively hot (Stiles had a thing for jocks, he had to admit it to himself, even if he would rather strangle himself then admit the same thing to Lydia, who loved pointing out that he would have had a crush on Jackson if he wasn't so pissed he was dating Lydia herself. As if she thought Stiles couldn't have had a crush on both of them, which Stiles wasn't going to point out to her; in his defense, like basically everyone had a crush on Jackson at some point in some form or another, from Danny (an admission pulled out if him only when heavily drunk to the extent of believability claiming not to remember anything the next day) to freaking Liam, who was the straightest person Stiles had ever known, who managed to have a friendship crush on Jackson). He had pretty eyes. He kind of tried to take care of Stiles as best as he could.

Stiles had some very low standards, didn't he?

Although that smirk had something going, too.

Stiles looked at Theo reading the back of a nuggets pack with a very concentrated expression on his face, his lips twitching like he was that close to starting to read out loud. He definitely was handsome. Then Stiles looked at the trail of smoke starting to leak out of the oven and up to the ceiling.

"Watch out for the fire alarm," he said, sipping his coke. Theo swirled around, his expression switching to something almost hysterical in a second, and jumped to the oven, swearing.

Anyway, yes, Stiles' standards were low, but this wasn't the point right now either. Because Stiles refused to think about the actual issues.

The point right now was whether he would fuck Theo in a normal situation. And the answer was most likely yes. He didn't know if Theo would be interested in him in a normal situation, but Stiles would be absolutely down.

Or however Theo preferred it. Stiles was fairly easy to convince to do a lot of things.

Stiles' eyes slid down Theo's back, ignoring all the loud swearing, stopping on his ass, not super defined in Stiles' sweats, but it was clear that there was totally something to define.

Still not as good as Stiles', because Stiles knew he had a great ass. But anyway.

Yeah, Stiles would volunteer to do that as well.

Theo turned to Stiles with the frozen pizza in his hands, his face a portrait of the deepest annoyance known to man, not even a rich white woman whose dog pooped on her new white carpet right before a party where her oldest rival was going to be at could even begin to comprehend the annoyance Theo was feeling.

"Well, you made a crisp, congratulations!" said Stiles.

The pretty eyes Stiles thought about moved from the giant round piece of coal to drill into Stiles with what looked like a barely contained rage temper tantrum.

"I've noticed."

"Just making sure."

Theo groaned angrily and went to throw the peak of his cooking craft into the trash, although Stiles could tell that he would have loved to throw it at Stiles. Or just throw it. That's why he took out the nuggets as well. This was a good decision. Theo was learning. They were making progress.

That was great, but then again Stiles had better things to consider right now.

But what if Theo wasn't into guys? Stiles thought about it for a second and dismissed the idea. It was probably presumptuous of him but remembering basically the first thing Theo had said to him, Stiles considered this not to be an issue.

What if he wasn't into Stiles? This wasn't the question Stiles was answering today.

Stiles had to admit, the freaking collar (it was jingling so much, how Theo coped with it, with his superior hearing and stuff? Did he secretly enjoy it? The additional annoyance tactic?) did do things for Stiles as well. He had never actually explored this side of sex, but he did have some thoughts and possibly even a couple of desires. He should explore more kinks.

Theo grabbed a small red box of what Stiles knew looked like salt from one of the cupboards.

"I wouldn't use that," he said, barely enunciating.

Theo stopped and threw a glance at him over his shoulder.

"Why?"

"It might or it might not turn you into a frog. Mason isn't exactly sure."

Theo looked at the box.

"And you have it in the kitchen why exactly?"

Stiles shrugged, briefly wondering if werefrogs existed.

"Well, we all know what it is and don't touch it, so it's fine."

Theo rolled his eyes and grunted something Stiles couldn't make out, turning back to the stove.

What was Stiles thinking again? Ah yes. Right now would be a great time for kink exploration, wouldn't it?

There was always a chance Theo would appreciate some of the kinks as well. Maybe he was trying to subtly show this with the collar. Eggplant emoji, droplets emoji, winking emoji.

Or maybe he actually just liked it. Maybe there was nothing to it, he just found an accessory he liked and wore the shit out of it.

Some questions weren't meant to be answered.

He also knew that he should stop playing your local friendly home therapist and just roll with it, it's not like he could really tell Theo what to do.

Theo was turning over the nuggets on the stove this time, and it seemed to be going fine. Except if those were going to be frozen inside.

Which was fine, he was learning and everything, Stiles was planning to be patient with him.

Stiles' phone vibrated on the table, and he picked it up.

It was a message from Scott informing him that Roscoe was secured and all three of Stiles' roommates were on their way here. Stiles asked Scott to pick up spare car keys from his father and do something about Roscoe on the way here, hoping she was still there.

She somehow was, and even deemed it possible to turn on again, so Scott was driving her now.

Stiles switched to a food delivery app, choosing what he wanted to welcome his friends back with, considering he still didn't tell them about Theo and the fact that he still hadn't found a way to exorcise himself, and now has three very creepy steampunk dudes possibly coming after him at any moment.

When put like that, Stiles did have an extremely eventful holiday.

He texted Mason, who was the least likely to be driving, what they wanted for him to order, and then got a response from Liam's phone saying that they had grabbed something on the way.

With the amount they normally ordered, there would be enough for Theo as well, so Stiles wasn't really worried.

He put his phone down.

Theo put the plate with nuggets onto the table with as much force he could get away with without shattering it.

"Bon Appetit," he grunted, throwing a fork at Stiles and throwing himself into the chair down across from him with another one.

Stiles didn't really mind the fact that Theo decided they needed to share the plate. Nuggets were individual items.

He did, however, mind another thing.

"Aren't you going to add like some ketchup or cheese sauce or ranch or something? Since we are being eight-year-olds right now."

Theo stared at him.

Then he visibly gritted his teeth, stood up and took out basically all of the condiments out of the fridge, dumping all of them on the table.

"Here. Take your pick."

"You are cleaning everything up though, you remember, right?" Stiles picked up some sort of hot sauce that for some reason didn't have a label anymore and wasn't in its original bottle, but Stiles somehow still knew what it was.

He didn't even remember where it came from. By the time he opened the sauce and decided that there was such a small amount left, he could dip the nuggets straight into the jar, Theo had already finished half of the nuggets and was moving a speck of the breading around the plate with a sad expression.

"If you hadn't fucked up the pizza, you would've had more food. Stop pouting."

Theo threw his fork away, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, like a sulking toddler.

"I'm a werewolf, I have higher metabolism, I need more food!"

Stiles nodded, completely understanding, slowly dipping one of his nuggets into the sauce.

"Then cook some more, there's still stuff in the freezer."

Stiles didn't think it was the best option, of course, but werewolves must be sturdier in terms of how their stomachs reacted to food (because God knows Stiles was going to regret eating this tomorrow, he's twenty-three, he's not young enough for this anymore), and Theo had to start with something, and it was a start.

Plus it looked like werewolves had bottomless pits for stomachs, and Stiles wasn't willing to provide for it.

"Why can't we just order something?" asked Theo with an intonation that clearly indicated that he was seconds away from sliding off the chair and starting to kick and scream.

This was literally like dealing with a toddler.

"Because you don't work and don't have money to order."

"I kind of didn't have the time to do anything, you know, when there are three eldritch horrors after my ass."

Stiles scrunched up his face at Theo's choice of words.

"They're literally nowhere near eldritch horrors. Stop exaggerating. Just some classic, fucked up scientist. Nothing much," he bit his nugget and chewed slowly.

Theo rolled his eyes at him, because apparently, he actually was a toddler.

How fun. To have a toddler as your familiar. Jolene had literally nothing on Theo.

They continued to sit in an annoyed (form Theo's side of the table) and mother-of-ten-under-eight-including-twins-and-triplets levels of tired (from Stiles' side of the table) silence. Stiles ate his nuggets at a snail's pace. They were pretty evenly defrosted and generally fine, so that was a win. The sauce was old and not as spicy as he would like, but still okay.

It was a lot of progress in comparison to the night's peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Stiles finished his nuggets, and no sooner than Theo put the last freshly cleaned fork onto the drying rack, they both heard the front door open.

"We're back!"

"Where's the puppy?!"

"Stiles!"

Theo's head snapped in the direction of the sounds, and by the pattern of his breathing Stiles guessed he was smelling something.

Maybe new people, like dogs did, but most likely it was the takeout.

Then it seemed to click.

"Wait," Theo half-whispered, "you haven't told them?"

Stiles shook his head.

This was going to be fun. He glanced at Theo quickly, making sure that this time he wore Stiles' and his own clothes only, nothing Stiles borrowed from Liam for him. The light pink hoodie Kira got Stiles, and he had never worn because it literally blended in with his skin, looked perfect on Theo, since it was a bit big on Stiles, and this was annoying. It was Stiles' hoodie, why did it look so good on Theo?

Liam busted into the kitchen, freezing into place immediately, his eyes round, when he saw Theo.

Theo's eyes were fixed on the bag in his hands.

Mason ran right into Liam's back.

"What…" and then he was also standing stock-still, staring at Theo.

Scott came in as well, not smashing into anyone. At least one person in this house knew how to walk like a human.

"Stiles, where's the wolf?" Of course, Scott would be the most interested in seeing the new pet. "Oh. I didn't know you had guests over!" Scott smiled his adorable puppy smile. "I don't believe we've met, I'm Scott."

Stiles was pretty sure that if Theo chose to come closer, he would try to shake his hand. Or even hug him. Stiles shuddered at the thought. They all weren't ready for this kind of a relationship.

"I'm Theo," said Theo, not even looking up from the bag.

Stiles rolled his eyes at him. It's like he hadn't eaten anything since Stiles found him. Like Stiles had been starving him.

"Liam, give him the bag, please, or he's going to jump you when you move, he's being a wild toddler today."

Liam set the bag onto the table carefully closer of Theo, and Theo immediately got into it, plopping onto the chair.

"Good thing we got more than we need," said Scott good-naturedly.

"Is that a collar?" asked Mason.

That made Theo look up from the food in his hands. He smirked, glancing at Stiles for a second, and then turned his head to the side, making sure the collar was more visible, rising his chin up a bit.

"Yeah, Stiles put it on me because he owns me now."

Mason's eyes grew even larger, jumping to Stiles now. Liam and Scott also stared at Stiles, completely confused.

Stiles rubbed his forehead. At this rate he was going to rub a hole in there. Self-made lobotomy.

Maybe then, with direct access to his brain, his life would get easier. Maybe he'd be able to look in there and figure out what was wrong with him that he got himself into all of this.

"That's not technically a lie, but he chose to wear it himself. I did put it on him, though," he watched his friends now, Liam looking mildly horrified. "Remember how I got possessed recently? Well, apparently it screwed with my magic so much, I need a whole ass human familiar. He got stuck in his wolf form, so I got him a collar, because that's what you do for a familiar," Stiles stressed the last part, sending a glance Theo's still smirking way. "And then I accidentally got him back into his human form, and he still is wearing the collar for some reason. So yeah, say hi to Theo, he's living with us now, until I die from being possessed."

Theo finally took a bite of the burrito he had lovingly rescued from the bag, seemingly unbelievably satisfied with himself.

"Also, don't believe his act, we just ate, he's just acting like I'm starving him here."

Liam took another chair, sitting down as well, fishing out a sandwich for himself.

"Where is he going to sleep?" He asked.

Theo smirked wider, but before he swallowed enough food to be able to talk, Stiles interrupted him, already sensing some more bullshit:

"With me, I guess. Oh, and he had to borrow some of your clothes, I washed everything, it's on your bed."

"Why did you need Liam's clothes?" Mason asked.

He and Scott also sat down, looking at Theo with curiosity shining in his eyes bright as day.

Theo somehow got Stiles' phone to him and was doing something on it with one hand.

Stiles wasn't sure if he had shown him the password, so he didn't know if the phone was unblocked at all.

"He didn't have anything of his own. Also, Theo has been a great asset in looking for some answers, although we still didn't get far," Stiles was going to give them all the updates in one swoop, so maybe they wouldn't be able to focus on his possession because of how distracting Theo was.

No, that, apparently, wasn't going to fly here. All the faces around the table fell and turned to Stiles.

"So you don't know how to get rid of it?"

"No idea."

"Okay," said Scott. "Tell us where you got so far, and we're going to try to figure it out from there."

Stiles nodded, sighed and began explaining to them what little answers he had so far.

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hello! i'm sorry if you already talked about this before, but do u know what happened to this certain tae story that u posted before, i think it was called "you are my forever" or something along those lines? i thought the story was super cute and i kinda miss it 😅 i can't find it on archive or anywhere else. anyways i hope you're having a great day, i love what u do! ur stories make me feel fuzzy inside haha 💜

hi, sweetheart! i also could not find this story anywhere on my blog (tumblr wtf) so i’m reuploading it here. thank you for letting me know :) thank you for reading and i’m glad my stories make you feel that way haha <3

You are my forever. [REUPLOAD]

originally posted: June 20, 2020

genre: fluff

word count: 3k

The first thing your half asleep brain registered was the light touch to your forehead, recognizing Taehyung’s soft velvet lips pressed to the skin before a light puckering sound escaped from them. You hummed quietly in content, hearing your boyfriend’s deep chuckle in response to your adorable reaction to his touch.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with a messy bed-headed Taehyung, his long black curls falling over his eyes as his eyelashes fanned out across his cheekbones. He was sitting up against the headboard, pointer finger trailing up and down your forearm soothingly.

You reached your hand up to his face, brushing the hair away from his eyes to see him properly. He smiled at that, his sparkling dark brown eyes finally being revealed to you as he held your wrist in his hand, pressing kisses to the inside of it.

“Did you sleep okay? Time change getting any better?” He inquired, nothing but care and concern in his tone as he knew you’d been having issues with the time zone changes since you’d arrived to Paris.

Taehyung had brought up the idea of taking a vacation several months ago before you even knew what your schedule for the coming year was like. Taehyung had asked where your dream place was to go, and when you had said Paris, his face had lit up like a child’s would on Christmas morning.

He had been to Paris with his members and he absolutely adored it. The little pockets of time he had to explore the city when he wasn’t working while he was there were some of his favorite memories, and the thought of getting to experience those things with the love of his life instead of the managers of BTS escorting him around made him even more excited to go back.

Seven months later, when both of your schedules were clear enough to take a week long trip to the European city, you’d jumped at the opportunity.

You’d been there for three days already, and while the time zones were challenging for an inexperienced traveler like yourself, you truly were having the time of your life with Taehyung.

“It’s getting better.” You nodded, Taehyung lifting your hand to his face to press kisses to your knuckles.

“Why are you up, baby? I’ve had to wake you up every morning we’ve been here.” You pointed out, curious as to why the man beside you was so wide awake at such an early hour despite his sleeping routines the past few days.

“We forgot to close the blinds last night. Remember, we got a bit distracted…” He trailed off, smirking at the memory of the way you’d both rushed out of the restaurant in a haste last night, desperately needing to put your hands on each other like you wanted to. You’d gotten back to the AirBnB, had sex, taken a bath, then passed out in each other’s arms back in bed.

“Yeah, I remember.” You chuckled, shaking your head at your boyfriend's cockiness about the situation. He knew the effect he had on you and he used it to his full advantage.

“Come here, angel.” He held his arm out above your head, hand releasing yours as you sat up, Taehyung placing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you snugly into him.

From the new angle, you could see perfectly out of the window, the view of the clusters of tan and beige colored buildings with lush green trees between them breathtaking. The Eiffel Tower was nestled behind the buildings, taller than the other structures and almost sparkling as the morning spring sun shone down onto the city.

“I really haven’t had a chance to look at this view yet.” He said, his hand rubbing warm and comforting circles with his palm on your shoulder adorned in his t-shirt.

“It’s a beautiful city.” You hummed, Taehyung shifting his gaze down to your head reclined back against his shoulder as a slow smile spread on his face.

“You like it here?” He asked, getting an eager nod in response from you as your eyes shifted over the foreign streets below you.

“I love it here.” You confirmed, Taehyung pressing a kiss to your temple as he smiled happily at your approval of the city he loved so much, too.

You turned your head to face him, tipping your head up to make his lips move from your temple to your lips, Taehyung holding your chin in place to deepen the kiss. Taehyung wrapped his arms around your torso, rolling over on his back as he pulled you on top of him to straddle his waist. You placed a hand on his chest, pulling back from him with a knowing look.

“We have to start our day, Tae.” You pointed out, knowing that if you started engaging in some less than innocent acts now, you wouldn’t make it out into Paris today.

“Baby,” he whined, stuttering out different excuses before he paused, blurting out a pathetic, “sex in Paris is just a different vibe!”

You cackled at his ridiculous conclusion, making him laugh along with you as he squeezed your hips in his palms.

“You’re hilarious.” You said, smiling down at him as you brushed the hair that had fallen back into his eyes back from his forehead.

“I know.” He said, smiling when you rolled your eyes at him.

It fell silent for a couple of minutes as you lightly caressed each other, lovingly nuzzled together in the bed.

“Do you want to go out for breakfast today? We could go to that crepe place we passed last night.” He mentioned, observing the low sounds coming from your stomach indicating that it needed food soon.

You giggled again at the memory of you two running out of the restaurant mid meal, leaving cash on the table before deciding to bounce as you were quite literally eye fucking each other.

“From what I saw of it, it looked pretty good.” You mumbled, resting your cheek on his shoulder as you leaned forward to press tiny pecks over the skin on his neck.

“Let’s go, then. I have to get you fed, you’re starting to sound like an alien.” He teased, poking fun at the increasingly loud noises coming from your stomach.

You shook your head at him, smiling as you lifted yourself off of him to get dressed for the day.

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You strolled through the quiet Parisian streets, surprisingly not crowded today compared to previous days. There were distant sounds of cars honking a couple of blocks over, and the scent of baked goods wafted through the air. The man beside you held onto your hand as you walked, squeezing every now and then as he lifted your hands to point at something he found interesting.

As you approached the door of the little cafe, he let go of your hand to step ahead of you, holding the door open for you to walk inside.

“Merci beaucoup.” You said, Taehyung smiling at the memory of him trying to teach you some french phrases in the terminal of the airport a couple of days ago.

You walked into the building, relaxation immediately setting in as you inhaled the sweet smelling air. There were only a few people in the cafe, a woman typing furiously on her computer before taking a small sip of coffee, and another couple that seemed to be from out of town, too.

Taehyung’s hand met your spine as he looked down at you, smiling adoringly as you reflexively dropped your head onto his shoulder. You stared at the menu hung on the wall in front of you, scanning the many options as your mouth practically watered at the descriptions.

“What are you getting, baby?” You asked Taehyung curiously.

His eyes shifted to the menu, weighing his options before he settled on one he knew you would both like. Taehyung, being the absolute sweetheart he is, never wanted to order something for himself that he thought you would dislike. Feeding you his dishes always made him automatically happier anyway, especially when you would do that shoulder dance with your head bobbing from side to side as the amazing taste of whatever you were eating connected with your taste buds.

“I think the strawberry crepes. With the cream cheese filling.” He said softly, making you giggle at his everlasting love for all things strawberry.

“What are you getting, angel?” He asked, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you hummed in thought.

“Banana and nutella, I think.” You said decidedly, making him nod in approval at your choice.

After you ordered, you picked out a table by the window at the back corner of the building to sit at. Once you were both seated, opting to sit next to each other instead of across the table from each other, you exhaled a deep sigh.

“So, what’s on the itinerary for today, tour guide?” You asked, making him chuckle as he shook his head at you.

“That’s what I am now, huh? Just a tour guide?” He raised his eyebrows, smiling as you shrugged back at him.

“Tour guide, love of my life, whatever.” You said, making his features crinkle into a wide smile at your words.

Humming, he pretended to think it over, although he knew exactly what you were doing today.

“Well, I have a few things planned out for today, starting out with a delicious breakfast, maybe walk around and shop a little bit. Then I have a surprise planned for you.” He said, making you tilt your head with a confused expression.

Before you could ask any more questions about what the surprise might entail, the waitress was bringing over your crepes, both of you saying eager “thank you”s as your eyes widened in reaction to the delicious looking plates.

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When you left the cafe, bellies full of the french pastries after feeding each other half your own dishes, you set out to visit some touristy little shops.

You helped Taehyung look for a new beret, a hat that you could never in a million years pull off but managed to look so handsome on him.

Watching as you focused on perusing the berets for ones you thought would look good with his wardrobe, Taehyung felt his heart swell in his chest. He felt so lucky to be able to spend some quality time with you and make memories here.

Interrupting his thoughts, his eyes caught a silver necklace with a small pendant of the Eiffel Tower on it in an open box on the shelf in front of him. He smiled, reaching his hand out to hold the pendant between his fingers as he turned back to where you were. You were still distracted, and he decided to take the opportunity to buy the necklace while you weren’t paying attention.

He walked to the counter at the front of the store, quickly buying it for you in time so that you wouldn’t turn around and catch him in the act.

Once the necklace was purchased, he came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him.

“Long time, no see.” You said jokingly, Taehyung only wandering off for a few minutes before he was coming back to you.

“Look what I found.” He said, lifting the necklace in his hand up to you. Your eyebrows raised in surprise, admiring the delicate pendant in his palm.

“That’s so cute.” You said, making Taehyung smile as you took the necklace in your hands to inspect the intricately designed Eiffel Tower pendant.

“You like it?” He asked, stroking your hair away from your face as you nodded enthusiastically.

“Turn around, I’ll put it on you.” He offered, taking the necklace back in his hand as you turned so your back was to him, Taehyung lifting your hair and placing it over your shoulder so he could clasp the necklace around your neck.

He turned you back around, watching as you played with the pendant resting on your chest.

“It looks even more beautiful on you.” He said, admiring the blush that tinted your cheeks, not being able to hold himself back as he leaned in to press a kiss to the heated skin.

“Should I get it?” You asked, Taehyung stroking the skin of your cheek gently with the back of his pointer finger.

“I already did, my love.” He said, making you glare at him as you cocked your head.

“You know how much I hate it when you-”

“Yep. But I don’t care.” He interrupted, placing a kiss on your pouted lips as he took his hand in yours.

He chuckled at your glare, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he prompted you to turn in his grip.

“Now, my little stylist, what berets have you chosen for me?” He asked, looking back to the beret wall and giggling as you turned back to look at it as well and bumped your shoulder with his.

“That’s what I am now, huh? Just a stylist?” You repeated his earlier words, making his giggles increase as he kissed your cheek, trailing his lips up to your hairline and pressing a kiss there too.

“Stylist, love of my life, whatever.” He teased back, watching as you closed your eyes and shook your head at him.

The loving bickering between the two of you always made his members refer to you as the “old married couple”, despite the fact that the two of you were not even engaged yet. Everyone knew it would happen, though; it was only a matter of time.

You reached your arm out to the hats you’d picked out for him, Taehyung humming in approval of your choices and making the decision to buy some of them.

You walked out of the shop hand in hand, Taehyung taking all the bags in his other despite you saying you could do it.

“I know you can,” he said, looking at you as you stared back at him, “but just let me baby you, okay? It makes me feel happy.” He finished, making you smile as you went on your tiptoes to press a kiss to the space between his dark eyebrows.

He tipped his chin up, catching your lips in a kiss before pulling away, tugging lightly on your hand to continue walking.

“I think we should go to the house first, drop off everything we bought and then go to my surprise location.” He posed, raising his eyebrows in question as he observed your smile and nod of approval to his plan.

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After you’d dropped the shopping bags off in the house you’d rented for the week, Taehyung had led you to a different area of the city, one you hadn’t been to before.

Walking side by side with Taehyung, his arm wrapped around your shoulders with yours hugging his torso, you approached a bridge. A bridge with a lot of locks on the sides of it.

Your brain clicked in realization, looking up at Taehyung to see he was already smiling down at you.

“Have you heard of this?” He asked softly, making you nod with a giddy smile.

You paused your steps in the middle of the bridge, overlooking a flowing river below you as you pulled away from Taehyung’s warm embrace and leaned your stomach against the railing.

You leaned away from the railing, observing the mass amount of locks and reading the names on them with a smile.

“Ahem.”

Taehyung cleared his throat, drawing your attention to his smirking face before your eyes traveled to the glinting gold padlock clutched in his hand. It had no writing on it, unlike the other ones on the bridge, and he dug in his pant pocket until he pulled a black Sharpie out of it.

You quickly grasped the idea he had, not being able to contain your sheer happiness as you dove at him, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He wrapped his own arms around your waist, pulling you tightly into him as he chuckled into your hair.

“Does this mean you wanna do it?” He asked, causing you to pull away and nod, saying excited “yes, yes yes”s as he laughed at your excitement.

He uncapped the pen, writing your initials and his on the lock before producing a gold key out of his pocket.

“So, you find a place to lock our love onto the bridge, then we throw the key down there.” He explained, gesturing to the river below you as he held the key up in front of him.

With Taehyung’s help, you both decided on a spot that was available for the lock to go onto, locking it into place and standing back to observe the new lock on the bridge.

“You know, if we throw away the key, it’s locked forever.” You pointed out, smiling as Taehyung nodded.

“You are my forever. Am I your forever?” Taehyung asked, a question he didn’t need to ask to already know the answer to.

You nodded enthusiastically, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to you for a kiss. He kissed you back passionately, tongue swiping against yours as his hand came up to cradle your jaw.

Pulling away, he reached for your hand, placing the key into it and wrapping his own larger hand over yours so you could grip the key together. You settled against his chest, tossing the key together into the Seine River.

You both watched as it descended down to the river, disappearing into the water before looking back at each other.

Taehyung craned his neck to focus his eyes on your face resting on his shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you snugly into him.

“I love you. Forever.” You added, making his mouth spread into the boxy smile you adored so much.

“I love you even longer than forever.” He said, leaning down to place his forehead on yours, swiping the tip of his nose against yours in a sweet gesture.

#bts #bts writing #bts fanfiction #bts imagine #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts x reader #taehyung #taehyung writing #taehyung fanfiction #taehyung imagines #taehyung imagine #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #writing #fanfiction #imagine #imagines #fluff

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cardigantaylor13 · 3 years

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malina appreciation week / day 4: song or lyrics

hello again! here are 3 of my favorite malina songs and an indepth explanation about each of them because i have uni work to do and i’m procrastinating <3 this is gonna be long long, so buckle up if you’re interested and i won’t blame you if you scroll.

(beware of spoilers!)

willow - taylor swift

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night / Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife / And if it was an open-shut case / I never would've known from that look on your face

they should’ve known!!! from the moment they saw each other when they were kids!!! in the field!!! looking at each other like they were the only ones that mattered!!!

The more that you say / The less I know / Wherever you stray / I follow

they will literally go wherever the other one goes. and they more you say!! the less I know!! I can’t explain it but just sound so THEM

I'm begging for you to take my hand

need I explain? they’re always always reaching for each other 🥺

Wreck my plans / That's my man

she chose him!!! over the darkling!!! (was he ever an option?) and over nikolai!!! she chose him! THAT’S her man. THAT’S the one she wants.

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

I think this goes both ways. they both adjust their life according to the other, and they’d go to the ends of the earth for each other.

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in

thinking about when they both were reaching for each other even when they were miles apart

As if you were a mythical thing

they are both literal mythical things. she’s a sun summoner. he’s the last morozova amplifier.

Like you were a trophy or a champion ring / And there was one prize I'd cheat to win

mal says he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to deserve her!!

You know that my train could take you home / Anywhere else is hollow

they’re each other’s true north 🥺🥺

Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark

this reminds me their last days together when they think mal is gonna die, how they would always get away from the others to be together and enjoy the little bit of time they have left

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

firstly: their matching scars!!!

secondly: they’re best friends!!! they’ve seen each other for through it all!

and thirdly: that scene when alina is taking care of mal’s wounds!!

Now this is an open-shut case / Guess I should've known from the look on your face / Every bait and switch was a work of art

they really should’ve known from the beginning, but every single twist and turn lead them to each other.

smithereens - twenty one pilots

TELL me this is not the most malyen oretsev song in existence. you can’t.

You know, I've always been collected, calm and chill

he’s a good soldier!! reminds me of mal’s long lost letter 🥺

And you know, I never look for conflict for the thrill

(except in s&b when he’s hurting and being self-destructive)

But if I'm feeling someone stepping towards you / Can't describe just what I'm feeling

he would do anything to protect her!! and she would do the same!! when she was taken away, he would halfway through ravka to get back to her!! and he can’t even explain why he does it except for the fact that he wants to see her safe

and in one of the flashbacks, she protects him with a letter opener from an older boy!! soulmate energy!

For you, I'd go step to a dude much bigger than me / For you, I know, I would get messed up, weigh 153 / For you, I would get beat to smithereens

this man!!! is willing to go against the darkling!! the most powerful man in existence!!! to protect alina!! he was willing to die to give her the chance to win!!

You know, I'll be in the corner taking notes

specially in s&s, mal is pushed to the side while alina tries to help nikolai. and at first he doesn’t even mind it, because the only reason he’s there is for her (she’s his flag! she’s his nation!).

I got your six while you're working votes

he’s pushed to the side but he has her back while she tries to do all this political stuff and strategies!!

happy hunting ground - maisie peters (feat. griff)

Now interlaced / For worse or for better /My bird of a feather

they’ve been though the good and the bad together. also my BIRD of a feather? 👀👀👀

This could be your happy hunting ground / Everything you wanted, well, you've got it now / So don't take it for granted /I love you, don't take advantage

for me this is what alina thinks in the first book!! she’s been in love with him for a long time, and she thinks she could be the right person for him. but she’s also scared of getting hurt because she thinks her feelings are unrequited (I love you, don’t take advantage)

This could be your happy hunting ground / Everything we dreamed of is falling out the clouds / So careful where your boots tread /Oh, protect the love that you get

this part however!!!! reminds me of the epilogue, because they truly truly got everything they wanted. the ordinary life they always dreamed of. “protect the love that you get” seems like a warning because of how much they lost — protect the love that you get, because even if you lose everything, this love is the one that will hold you up.

And you know I'll be here / 'Cause we've got it all to lose /That's you included

with the war they literally have everything to lose, and they both think the other is gonna die at some point. “He watches her the way Harshaw watches fire. Like he’ll never have enough of her. Like he’s trying to capture what he can before she’s gone.” and then when they discover mal is the third amplifier, she realizes she’ll have to kill him in order to defeat the darkling.

Oh, so tie up the lace of your boots / Before we trip and forget / With every hope that we've ever had

them trying not to forget their meadow!! and where it all started 🥺🥺

And we got way too much to lose here, don't you think so? / It's too good, yeah, just to let it slip on by without a pause / And we've been stacking up the boxes trying to reach for what we wanted

like i said, they have each other to lose but all they ever wanted was an ordinary peaceful life 😭💔

Don't look down, oh, I know it was worth the cost

mal reassuring alina that his death (the cost) was worth saving everything!!!!

I'll have you and then a bit more

they can never get enough of each other 🥺🥺

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soooo that was that I guess. hope you liked the songs I chose, you should definitely give them a listen if you haven’t!! and if you want more malina songs, I have a whole playlist on spotify <3

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/19ZrmZtob9KxBSVYsvqMGJ?si=RSerU24cT3SfDneku4mGdg&dl_branch=1

see you tomorrow with a surprise for the last day of malina week! 💕

#malinaweek #malinasource #malina #alina starkov #mal orestev #malyen oretsev #shadow and bone #sab #playlist #jessie mei li #archie renaux #taylor swift #twenty one pilots #maisie peters #malina appreciation week

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adventuresinwonderlust · 4 years

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Title: It was a Dark and Stormy Night: A Halloween Special

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader ft. Ot7

Warnings: Dramaaaaaa, Fluff, angst, smut, slight crack, best friends to lovers

Rating: 18 and over

January (You):

“You’re so amazing. I don’t deserve a friend like you.” You muse over your best friend since high school. He wasn’t very tall or muscular but he held you up the whole walk home from Hobi's New year’s party. He held your hair back as you puked in the street when any other guy would’ve left you to find your own way home. He even allowed you to stumble around his apartment, making enough noise to wake the dead. “Is Jin here?” You shout. He presses a long slender finger against his lip, simply nodding. You giggle, feeling completely heady from all the champagne you drank. You stumble across the living room to stand face to face with him, Yoongi, your rock. “Why are you so good to me?” You hiccup. He smiles wide, revealing his irresistible gummy smile. “You'd do the same for me, besides who will poke fun at these moments with you later?” You squeal and throw your body against his, knowing damn well he would catch you. He pulls you close and you breath him in, running your fingers along his jawline. “You know, we never kissed at midnight.” He chuckles, swallowing hard. “Don’t be silly.” He replies, breaking away from the hug. “Yoongiiiiii!” You whine obnoxiously. He grimaces, placing his finger against his lips again, this time looking over towards his roommate’s bedroom. He signals for you to move towards his bedroom. “No,” you shout, “I want my kiss! Now!” His eyes widen at your behavior and it takes your all to not bust out laughing. “Ah! You’re terrible you know that.” He complains, walking over to you. You tap your cheek, waiting for him to lean in. He moves towards you quickly and you turn your head just before his lips touch your cheek, instead allowing them to press against your mouth.

His expression is one of shock and you feel him tense but before he can pull away, you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss. You moan softly brushing your tongue along his bottom lip. He finally softens, taking a handful of your ass in his grasp, swirling his tongue around yours. You spend what feels like an hour kissing him, nipping and biting at his pout, pushing him towards his room. You’re both breathless once you begin shoving his suit jacket off, “Y/N.” He attempts between breaths. “Shh, don’t, just let me take care of you for once.” You whisper to him, unbuttoning his dress shirt. You soon shove that off as well, slowly trailing kisses downward along his soft pale chest. He pants desperately, biting down on his lip, watching you press kisses against his clothed erection. “Fuck.” He moans, watching you undo his pants eagerly. You tug them down, freeing his member and can’t help but scoff at the sight of his swollen cock. “What? What, what’s wrong?” He searches your eyes for doubt. “My God Min, I had no clue you were packing.” He fumbles with his words but you decide to save him the trouble by licking the length of his cock in one fell swoop. He cries out at the feeling and you can’t help but moan at his reaction. “Fuck Min, either your super sensitive or…” “I’ve been dying for this moment since I’ve met you.” He confesses, his cheeks flushed. You feel your heart seize in your chest. “Oh, Yoongi.” “Please don’t tease me.” He pouts, watching you stroke him gently.

Part of you wants to stop this right here and now but fuck if he doesn’t look amazing in your fist with his head thrown back, thighs trembling, whispering curses under his breath like silent prayers. You bite your lip, feeling your arousal dripping past your panties, as your cunt trembles watching him fall apart before you. You take a moment to weigh your options but the sweet little yelp that escapes Yoongi’s throat as you tug at his balls has your resolve failing. You quickly rise and drop your dress to the ground, shedding your panties, standing before this sweet angel bare. “You’re so beautiful.” He remarks. “No, you’re the beautiful one.” You counter, drinking in his lean body, pale skin, and glorious cock. You straddle his hips, hovering over him so that his tip is brushing against your wet folds. “I have condoms in my drawer.” He looks over to his right. You shake your head at him. “Not with you. I trust you with my life. Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” You kiss him softly, lowering yourself onto his thick length, feeling him stretch you like no one ever has. He grips your hips tightly, mouth falling open at the feeling of your cunt around him. “Shit.” He moans at the first motions of you fucking yourself on his cock. He groans into your ear, wrapping an arm around your waist before lifting you up and down his length at a rapid pace, thrusting deeply into you with every down stroke. Your breath quickens as your core heats up, feeling his tip rub against the soft bundle of nerves deep within you, while your clit glides across his shaft. “Yoongi,” You cry, “I think I might cum quickly if you keep this up.” He doesn’t respond. He just continues to fuck you senseless, the lurid sounds of your ass slapping against his thighs filling the room. Your body begins to tremble as your toes burn, feeling your core set ablaze. Your climax slowly begins building from deep within, igniting your innermost muscles to contract. You can hardly believe that Yoongi is the one to take you there. Your quiet, sweet, endearing friend but here you are in his arms riding his magnificent cock, feeling your core snap with one final deep stroke. You throw your head back as the white-hot waves of your orgasm wash over you. “Fuck! I can feel you cumming on my cock. You’re so fucking tight. God, I’m gonna cum!” Yoongi warns, exploding inside you, sending you deeper into blissful oblivion. You come down from your high first, feeling the aftershocks of his high twitch inside you. You grip Yoongi tightly, allowing him to nuzzle into your neck, pressing gentle kisses against your flesh. “Damn, Yoongi! That was amazing and unexpected.” “I love you, Y/N.” He responds into your neck. You pull away, locking eyes with him. “What?” You chuckle. “I love you.” “I love you too, Min. You know that.” “I know but I mean that I’m in love with you.” Your heart sinks as you drink in the seriousness in his expression. “You're drunk. Let’s get some sleep. We can talk about it in the morning ok?” You press your lips against his, desperately savoring this moment. Soon, lying in each other’s arms, after Yoongi’s breath calms and you know he is fast asleep, you allow just a few tears to fall, hoping one day he could forgive you.

January (Yoongi):

The sun is beaming down on Yoongi’s face as he stretches the length of his body like a cat. He clears his throat, taking in a deep breath through his nose, smelling your perfume from his pillow. His eyes immediately pop open as the realization of what happened last night hits him. He lifts his head from his pillow and looks over to where you fell asleep in his arms. “Y/N?” He calls out after finding your spot empty. He takes another deep breath and hops out of bed, yanking on sweats and a tee shirt. He emerges from his room to find Jin at the kitchen island enjoying cereal and coffee. “There’s more coffee if you want.” “No, I’m ok, thanks. Where’s Y/N?” Yoongi grumbles. Jin turns to look at Yoongi, shaking his head as he looks him over. “You’re an idiot.” “I’m sorry what?” “You slept with her, didn’t you? I mean look if I’m being honest. Thank god, it’s better than you groveling over her like some school child but this was probably the worse time to get involved with her.” “We aren’t involved. Did she leave or is she coming back?” Jin laughs. “Did you or did you not stick your dick inside of her?” “You’re an ass Jin.” Yoongi responds walking back into his bedroom to retrieve his phone. “No, Yoongi, it is you who will made to be the ass. Kids these days. Sheesh!”

He immediately calls your phone but it goes directly to voicemail. He isn’t too concerned or surprised since you had a knack for not charging it. Yoongi takes himself a quick shower and heads over to your place to see if you’re ok after his confession last night. He nibbles at his fingers and inner cheek the entire way over, suddenly overcome by nerves. Upon arrival, he slams his fist on your apartment door, his heart beating in his throat. There is no answer, so he bangs on it again. “Hold on, my word!” He hears from the other side. The door yanks open and Yoongi’s excitement fades at the sight of a sleepy Jimin. “What do you want Min?” “Um, uh, Where’s Y/N?” Jimin takes a deep breath, not bothering to hide his annoyance. “Oh, I don’t know perhaps on a plane, on her way to stick her toes in the Mediterranean Sea, duh!” He shakes his head, turning to head back in his apartment. “Liar.” Jimin gives a hearty laugh as he waves Yoongi in. “We were just together and she would’ve told me if she was leaving.” Jimin’s face drops as he watches Yoongi’s eye frantically search around the apartment. “Oh baby, oh no. That bitch! Please don’t tell me she did what I think she did.” “What? What did she do because I am completely lost right now!” Yoongi shouts. Jimin wraps himself up in his sweater, raising an eyebrow at Yoongi’s outburst. “I’m sorry Jimin. I’m just, I don’t…” Yoongi’s voice trails off and he makes a b-line for your room. Jimin doesn’t bother to stop him instead opting to pour two drinks. Yoongi can barely swallow down the lump in his throat at the sight of your barren room. The sheets striped off the bed, drawers of the dresser yanked opened after being emptied, and worse of all your cell phone placed on your vanity, purposely left behind.

Yoongi slumps down onto your bed, dropping his head into his hands, feeling like a complete fool. “Here,” Jimin hands over a glass of whiskey, sitting beside Yoongi, “I’m sorry Min. I knew she was afraid to tell you but I never thought she would just up and leave without having ever said a thing. You know how she is, a dreamer, caught in her own little world. She was worried you’d talk her out of it. Its only for a few months, she’ll be back.” Yoongi scoffs, swallowing his entire glass. “I thought we were friends, best friends at that.” A tear rolls down Yoongi’s face and Jimin wipes it away. “She always said she never deserved you.” Yoongi looks at Jimin, snatching his drink from him and swallowing it down also. “So, last night was what a pity fuck? She just felt bad? I shouldn’t have told her I was in love with her Jimin. What the fuck was I thinking?” Jimin’s eyes widen, unable to find the words. “Why? She could’ve just left and I would’ve been fine but why did she sleep with me? Everything last night, was so purposeful, so fucking wrong. She used me and why? I’m a good person. I’ve always been good to her. How could she do this to me? Jin was right I’m the fucking asshole. What the fuck is wrong with me?” Yoongi throws his glass into the wall feeling his heart tear in half, his throat has never been drier, he wails into the room so overcome with emotion. “I’m so fucking stupid!” “No, no you’re not.” Jimin consoles, pulling Yoongi into a hug, rubbing his back. Yoongi had never experienced heartbreak but he imagined that this was what it was. He could barely breath, his whole body shook feverishly and try as he may to stop it, he couldn’t instead rocking back and forth, in an unspeakable pain he couldn’t describe out loud. “Jimin. Jimin.” He sobs, grasping at Jimin’s body for some sort of relief. “It’s ok, just let it out and then let it go. Let her go. It’s ok. Shh, it’s ok.” Jimin continues and Yoongi just gives in to the feeling and cries like he’s never cried before, doing exactly what Jimin says, letting her go.

May (You):

You sit sipping coffee at a local café feeling both happy and sad that you’ll soon have to leave this life behind. After months away from home you can’t imagine anything else but this. “Penny for your thoughts?” Namjoon asks, pulling you from your head. “How fast this trip flew by and how nervous I am to go back home.” He nods, sipping his coffee. “Nervous? I thought you’d be happy. You’re always saying how much you miss everyone.” “Yeah, I do but I don’t think everyone misses me. Besides, I feel like I really discovered myself out here you know. Maybe it’s better not to go back and hash up old stuff.” “This was always going to be temporary Y/N, that over there is your forever. Don’t confuse fantasy and reality. You’d kick yourself for not going back. This was fun while it lasted, time to move on.” You sigh, taking in his words, mulling them over in your head. Namjoon pays the check despite your protest and you split up as you decide to walk over to the local payphone and dial up the only person who would answer your collect calls. “Hello my darling! How are you? Ready for me?” “Is anyone that meets you or knows you ready for you?” “Can’t argue there. It’s so bitter sweet Jimin. Italy has been so good. I am so glad I did this. I’ve learned so much and really feel like a better person you know. I can’t wait to get home though. I’ve missed your face!” “Well, it’s a good face. Your room is all ready for you. I got you brand new sheets and packed the fridge with everything you love. I can’t wait to catch you up on all the hot gossip you’ve missed, that is too long to explain in those damned letters. You should’ve taken your phone with you. This collect call nonsense is not becoming.” You giggle. “You know why I couldn’t take my phone Jimin.” You hear your roommate snort. “How is he anyway? He never writes back. I’m sure he hates me.” “Wouldn’t you hate you if you were him? Anyway, I wouldn’t have a clue how he feels. I haven’t seen him since that night.” You sigh deeply thinking of Yoongi and how you left him that night. “Well, I plan on explaining everything when I get back.” “Why don’t you just leave him be? Maybe there is a reason he isn’t responding.” You suck your teeth. “Like what?” “Like he doesn’t want to talk to the woman that tore his heart out.” “Well, still, he deserves an explanation. Better late than never. Then he can continue hating me. Look, I don’t want to keep you on long, I’ll see you this weekend. I love you Jimin.” “Love you.” Jimin sing songs allowing you to hang up first.

May (Yoongi):

Yoongi burst through the door of his apartment completely exhausted from the work day. “You got another letter.” Jin states, shoving the letter into Yoongi’s chest. “Thanks for opening it.” Yoongi grumbles, tossing it on the table, making his way to the fridge to grab a beer. “It’s from her.” “I don’t care.” Yoongi gives a tight-lipped smile. “You actually might for this one.” Yoongi groans annoyed at Jin’s pushy behavior. He heads into his room to toss his sweatshirt. “How many times have I told you to just throw them out when they come? I don’t care what they say. Spare me ok.” “She’s coming home Yoongi. She’s coming home and she plans to see you.” Yoongi emerges from his room with a grim expression. He would be lying if he said his heart didn’t flip a bit. “She said that?” Jin nods. Yoongi heads over to the letter and yanks it from the envelope, skimming over the letter. ‘I know you hate me right now but please allow me the opportunity to explain. I can make things right. I am coming home Yoongi and I need to see you. Please, when the time comes, answer my call.’ Yoongi drops the letter, swallowing his beer, deep in concentration. “Fuck her Yoongi. She is nothing but trouble, I say ignore her. Don’t pick up when she calls.” Yoongi just nods, walking past Jin to retreat to his room. He picks up his phone and dials up the one person he knows will give him the honest truth. “Min Yoongi! Something told me you were gonna call me today.” “Is it true? Is she coming home?” Jimin sighs deeply. “Yes, it’s true. She will be home by the weekend. I take it you’ve been reading the letters.” “Jin reads them.” “Ah, how is Jin?” “Angry.” “Mm, angry looks good on him.” “Hey! I am right here; I can hear everything you just said!” Yoongi chuckles at Taehyung’s reaction in the background. “Anyway,” Jimin continues, “You didn’t call to hear me talk about Jin. How can I help you?” “What do I do? She wants to see me, wants me to answer her call when she calls. I mean, what should I do?” “Oh, I hardly think I am the one to tell you what to do. The smart thing to do would be whatever Jin said but who knows what’s going to happen when you two see each other again? It could be like nothing ever happened or you could spit in her face.” “Come on Jimin! Don’t bullshit me. Just tell me straight. What would you do?” The phone is silent for a moment and Yoongi takes to chewing his inner cheek. “Don’t answer, you’ve moved on. Keep moving.” Yoongi sighs, knowing all too well how fucked he is.

June (You):

“It’s been a month and he still wont answer my calls.” You whine to Jimin from your couch. He stands in the kitchen, looking about in an attempt to ignore you. “I know you talk to him Jimin. I know he calls you.” A knock at the door cause you to jump up as you spring forward to answer it. “Oh, Its you.” You turn, disappointed to find Taehyung on the other side. “Nice to see you too. Hello, gorgeous.” He walks over to Jimin and kisses him gently. “Don’t look her in the eye.” Jimin whispers. Taehyung nods at his lover before side eyeing you. “Tae,” You shout, pulling his attention to you, “does it bother you that Jimin is on the phone practically every night with Yoongi. I mean what on earth could they possibly be talking about right?” Taehyung smiles, walking over and plopping down beside you. He taps your leg gently. “I think they talk about how much they both hate you.” Jimin snickers at Tae’s comment and you suck your teeth, choosing to sulk. “I am just going to pop up at his apartment.” “I wouldn’t if I was you. Jin might bite your head off.” Tae offers, pulling a loose thread from his shirt. “No, you know what you should. I think that is a great idea!” Jimin turns to you, challenge in his look. “I will!” “So, go. I dare you!” You scoff. “Fuck this, I’m not afraid.” You hop up and head for the door, hearing Taehyung shout behind you, “Good luck.”

You arrive at Yoongi’s apartment and knock on the door with wavering confidence. You hear the familiar laugh of Jin as he makes his way closer to the door and your confidence all but shatters. “Please don’t be the one to answer the door.” You whisper to yourself. The door opens and Jin’s head appears, his entire face dropping when he meets your gaze. “He’s not here.” He moves to shut the door but you put your foot in the way. “Jin, please, I need to talk to him.” “Oh, breaking his heart wasn’t enough? Come to finish the job? He’s not here!” “Well where is he then?” You shout, shoving the door into Jin’s body. He stands up straight and steps into the hall with you. “I don’t know. Work, the library, balls deep in another woman. Why on earth would I ever tell you? Get lost succubus, you’re not wanted here.” He enters the apartment with a loud slam of his door. “Asshole!” You scream, slapping your palm in the door. You head out to the last place you knew Yoongi worked, hoping he was still employed there. As you enter in to the music store, a helpful employee greets you at the door. “Welcome! Anything I can help you with?” “Um, I’m looking for my friend. I think he still works here. Min Yoongi?” The employee nods. “Yeah, he’s in the back. He just finished teaching his guitar class and is probably screwing around in that section. All the way to the end and make a left.” You nod and head off to find him. You have butterflies in your stomach at the sight of your ex-best friend. He sits atop a stool, strumming a guitar, his eyes closed and you think on how gorgeous he looks in this lighting. “Yoongi.”

June (Yoongi):

Yoongi lifts his head to the sounds of his name and nearly falls off his stool. He knew he couldn’t hide forever, that eventually you’d get up the nerve to seek him out. He just didn’t know that every emotion he thought he suppressed of you would come flooding back in the moment he met your gaze. “Why are you here?” “I’ve been calling.” “So.” “You haven’t been answering.” “Yeah, that’s on purpose actually.” Yoongi almost feels bad when her lip trembles. “I work here Y/N. You can’t just show up to have a conversation at my place of employment. Unless, are you trying to get me fired?” He looks at her puzzled expression. “God No! I just needed to see you.” Yoongi waves. “You’ve seen me, now please leave.” She steps forward and Yoongi can’t help but flinch. “Yoongi, I’m sorry ok. I never meant to hurt you. I just needed to get away from here for a little while. When Namjoon offered me a chance to study abroad how could I say no?” “You went to Italy with Namjoon?” Yoongi’s blood runs cold, his heart beating heavy in his chest. “Well, yes but that doesn’t matter.” Yoongi scoffs. “Did you fuck him?” “Excuse me? How dare you?” Yoongi’s eyes shoot open. “How dare I? How dare you! You come into my place of business and decide to have a conversation I didn’t even want to have and tell me that after fucking me, you ran off to Italy to fuck someone else. Please tell me you used protection with him at least or do you run that sweet line on everyone?” Yoongi sees it coming before she does it. Her eyes well up with tears as she cocks her hand back and slaps him across the face. “You’re an animal Min Yoongi.” He just nods, feeling his mouth fill with blood from the spot he chews on regularly splitting open. “Happy now?” He asks. “Fuck you!” “I’m good thanks.” She shoves Yoongi back as she heads out of the store.

September (You):

“Do you know who’s coming?” You ask Jimin for the tenth time today, looking up at the rising numbers in the elevator. He rolls his eyes to Taehyung who just shrugs his shoulders. Jimin turns to face you, “No Y/N, I have no clue if Yoongi is going to be there and honestly I don’t care so please, just put a smile on your face and let’s have fun!” You take a deep breath and plant a smile on your face. “Happy birthday!” Jimin and Taehyung scream at the same time as Jungkook opens the door. He smiles wide, hugging them both. “Thank you! Come in! Namjoon is inside.” They enter and scream a happy birthday to Namjoon as well. “Happy birthday JK.” You lean into his hug. “Thank you! How have you been?” “I’ve been good! This is for you guys.” You hand him a present and watch his eyes widen. “Namjoon says no presents till later. He’s inside.” You walk inside and join Namjoon, Tae, and Jimin in the living area for drinks and conversation. “Happy birthday Joonie.” You hug him, before taking a seat beside him. The doorbell goes off again and a few people you don’t know enter, greeting everyone as they move about the apartment. You begin to feel buzzed an hour later as the doorbell goes off again. This time Namjoon gets up to answer it. “Namjoon-ah! Happy birthday bro!” “Ah Jin! Thank you, bro! Come on in. I thought you were going to miss out. Hobi already cancelled, he couldn’t get off work tonight. You gotta take some shots now to catch up.” Jin laughs out loud, walking with Namjoon into the kitchen. You sigh deeply feeling disappointed that Yoongi didn’t come until he slowly emerges through the door with a large package.

“Don’t hold the door or anything Jin!” He gripes, dragging the package along. You hop up and pull the door open. “Thanks.” Yoongi mumbles, looking over at his savior. His face soon drops as he realizes it’s you. “Hey.” You slur. “Hey.” He nods, moving past you to the gifts table. “Yoongi, come get a drink.” Jin calls out and Yoongi nods leaning the gift against the table. You stand motionless, watching Yoongi walk away. “JK,” You shout, “I need your help.” “Sure, anything.” “I need Yoongi to talk to me.” JK looks over to Yoongi and squints his eyes, deep in thought. “Got you!” JK moves about the party, tapping the shoulders of your close friends’ group, signaling them to take a seat in the living area. He hurries off to his bedroom, tapping your shoulder as he runs by. You walk over and wiggle your body into a spot between Yoongi and Jimin. “Jesus Y/N, such a fat ass.” Jimin comments, sliding over a bit. Yoongi doesn’t bother to look at you.

September (Yoongi):

Just feeling you close to him makes him feel things he wishes he didn’t. Yoongi’s body shivers a bit as his mind goes back to that night, your soft moans filling his ear. He tugs at his ear, growing uncomfortable in his seat. “Jungkookie! Let’s go!” “Coming, coming, sorry, ok. So, did everyone get an invite to Hobi’s Halloween party?” Yoongi nods along with everyone in your group. It was a yearly tradition for Hobi to throw extravagant parties. Halloween, Christmas, New year’s, if it called for over the top, Hobi was going to be the one to do it. Jungkook pulls out a small bowl with folded pieces of paper inside of it. “I want us to come together and do couples costumes for Hobi’s party. I already spoke to Hobi and he is down for it.” “Yes! Yes!” Jimin jumps up. “No.” Yoongi protests. “Why?” Jungkook looks at Yoongi with sad eyes. “Well for one, Jimin and Taehyung are the only couple here.” Jin chimes in. “Exactly.” Yoongi adds. “Let’s all stay open to Jungkook’s idea guys.” Namjoon jumps in causing Yoongi to suck his teeth. “Ok, let’s get it!” Jungkook shakes the bowl and shoves it at Jin who grabs a piece of paper, then Yoongi, then Y/N, then Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon, and last piece goes to Jungkook himself. “Ok everyone, so your piece of paper has on it the costume you will wear to the party. That costume correlates with someone else in the room thus creating matching couples.” Jin raises his hand and JK nods at him. “I am not wearing a dress JK.” Yoongi laughs out loud. “I would pay to see that.” Jungkook laughs along with them. “Ok, open your paper and read your costume out loud starting with Jin.”

Yoongi looks around as everyone opens their slip, cringing down at his, fearing its match. “Van Helsing.” Jin declares, looking at Yoongi. “Prince Charming.” Yoongi mumbles. “Snow White.” Y/N smiles at Yoongi and he immediately looks at Jungkook who ignores him. “Socket.” Jimin says, looking at Taehyung, “Plug.” Taehyung smiles wiggling his brows at Jimin. “Elmer Fudd.” Namjoon shows his paper. “Rabbit.” Jungkook shows his paper. “This is rigged,” Yoongi protests, looking at Jimin, “Switch with me.” Y/N gasps. “No switching.” She shouts. “Yeah, no switching. You get what you get.” JK announces to the group. Yoongi throws himself back on the couch, defeated. “Hey, I don’t have a match.” Jin points out. “Oh yeah, sorry, Hobi will match you. He is Dracula.” Jungkook smiles. “I think you’ll be a great Prince Charming.” Y/N whispers to Yoongi. “Yeah I think so too, just not for you.” Yoongi spews, getting up abruptly and walking over to Jungkook. “I know what you’re doing. You’ve always had a soft spot for Y/N, did she ask you to do this?” “No, I swear. I just wanted to do something different this year.” “I like the costume choices JK.” Jimin calls out, pressing a kiss on Taehyung. “You can’t avoid her forever. We are all always together. Just talk to her, figure everything out. She loves you.” Jungkook’s words slice through Yoongi. “She only loves herself.” Yoongi walks off and grabs a drink from the fridge. “Yoongi, please can we talk.” He lets out a long sigh, turning to face Y/N. “I understand how mad you are with me but please let’s not let our past sour our friendship. I care about you. Please, I can’t stand this anymore. I just need to talk to you. We’ve always been so close. Let’s just start slow.” She reaches over and rubs her hand over Yoongi’s and the connection is electric. Yoongi yanks his hand away. “I don’t know. Maybe.” “Let’s sing guys.” Jimin yells, lighting the candle on the cake. Everyone joins in singing happy birthday to both Namjoon and Jungkook. Yoongi can almost feel his heart melting as he considers your plea, maybe he should just give in. He did miss you and your conversations. He decided in that moment he would try, that was until he sees you lean into Namjoon’s embrace, nuzzling into his body. Yoongi bites his lip, feeling that all too familiar ripple in his chest. “Hey, I’ll see you at home.” Yoongi whispers to Jin. Everyone hoots and hollers as the two birthday boys blow out their candles. In all the excitement, Yoongi takes the opportunity to sneak out.

October (You):

Jimin emerges from his bedroom, finally, after having you and Taehyung waiting in the living room for an hour. “How do I look darlings?” He places his hands on his hips. You immediately start laughing, looking over your friend’s adjustments to his costume. He spent his hour cinching the waist to show off his natural curves and to say you were impressed was an understatement. “Halloween couture love!” You laugh. He does a quick twirl for you. “Well, when I thought of Snow White, I imagined the Disney version but I much prefer this whore-ish party city version.” Taehyung laughs walking over to the door. “I think you both look great!” He pulls the door open and your heart flutters once Jin enters in his full Vampire hunting gear, excited to see Yoongi don his Prince Charming costume. You stand a little straighter with a huge smile on your face awaiting your partner for the night. Jin looks over at you and busts out laughing causing your smile to fade as Yoongi enters doing a silly dance, not in his assigned Prince Charming costume, but in a dwarf costume. Taehyung soon joins in, covering his mouth, Jimin slapping his arm. “You’re supposed to be Prince Charming. We are supposed to match.” You shout, Yoongi stops dancing meeting your gaze. “Aw come on Y/N, we all know I’m not your Prince Charming. Your dwarf on the other hand, now that makes more sense.” You cross your arms, looking at a crying Taehyung and Jin. “So, you wanted to embarrass me in front of all our friends?” Yoongi pouts looking over at the group. Jimin gives him a look to say don’t involve me. “Y/N, not everything is about you. In all honesty, I forgot to get a costume and this was all they had last minute at the costume store. We still match ok.” Yoongi shrugs. You bite your bottom lip to keep it from trembling. “The old Yoongi would’ve never forgotten. He would’ve never….” You begin but are cut of by Jin. “Hey! You don’t get to do that,” all laughing stops, “You don’t get to make him feel bad after all you’ve done to him. He’s being the bigger person in even being here tonight. So, suck it up and just be thankful he showed up at all. In my opinion, you’re more suited to be dressed as the evil queen then some princess. Anyone have an apple?” You quickly wipe the single tear that escapes. “Ok, that’s enough, all you brutes out of my house. We girls need to freshen up and we will meet you downstairs. You first Vampire slayer, Out!” Jimin shouts, shooting Jin a threatening look. “You heard him, lets go, out.” Taehyung growls, shoving Jin and Yoongi out the door. Yoongi turns briefly to look you over. You simply look down and away from his gaze.

“You okay baby girl?” Jimin walks over, embracing you. “Yeah. I fucking hate Jin. He is such an asshole.” Jimin nods. “Yeah I know. He is just very overprotective of Yoongi. I can have Tae beat him up if you want.” You snort while laughing. “He’s always hated me.” Jimin sucks his teeth, wiping your tears now. “Please, he’s just jealous that you get more play than he does.” You giggle at the comment. “Come now, lets get cleaned up and get to this party.” You nod and head off to Jimin’s room to fix your makeup.

October (Yoongi):

“You didn’t have to be such a dick man.” Yoongi scolds Jin. “Oh, please! If you wanted me to stop, you would’ve jumped in but you didn’t so don’t act all self-righteous now. People need to stop skirting around the issue and tell her the truth about herself.” Yoongi didn’t argue, he was the worse at telling people how he truly felt. Jin on the other hand never let people run over him, he admired that. “Okay boys, lets go.” Jimin’s voice rings into the lobby. You all pile into Taehyung’s car and drive the 45 minutes out of town to Hobi’s cabin. Yoongi finds himself in the center seat, annoyingly adjusting the seatbelt, the entire time. “Why do I always get caught in the middle?” He mumbles under his breath. “Cause you’re the smallest.” Everyone in the car says at the same time. He looks around at everyone perplexed. “Y/N is smaller.” He gripes. “Not in the hips.” She says into the glass of her window, having not looked at Yoongi since you all got into the car. “My spine will be curved by the time we get there with the way you’re leaning on me Yoongi.” Jin comments, shoving Yoongi away. “There isn’t much space back here.” Yoongi growls at Jin. “Now children, don’t make me come back there.” Taehyung teases, looking at them through the rearview mirror. “It’s creepy up here no?” Jimin comments upon arrival. “It was a dark and stormy night,” Taehyung teases in a creepy voice, “Honestly, I think it’s serene. We should borrow it one weekend.” Taehyung suggest to Jimin. Jimin shrugs. When the car comes to a full stop, Y/N praises God and hops out of the car. Yoongi slides into her seat to exit the car, not expecting her to slam the door on his head. “What the fuck!” He shouts. Jin laughs loudly. “Tonight, is going to be such a shit show.” Jin declares, exiting his side of the car. Yoongi rubs his head, exiting the car and heading inside the house. “What the hell are you wearing Yoongi? This isn’t the costume you pulled.” Jungkook shuffles up to Yoongi in his giant Rabbit costume. Yoongi’s eyes widen and he chuckles rubbing at the soft fur of Jungkook’s belly. “Yeah, yeah. I am aware. Last minute shopping ok. Where’s Hobi?” “I don’t know. He invited a ton of people this year. Maybe we will get lucky huh?” He raises his hand for Yoongi to give him five. “No.” Yoongi clips, looking around the party at all the unfamiliar faces. “Ahh, he knows I hate large crowds. I hate talking to people. Don’t go too far ok. I’d rather have people I know close to me.” Yoongi looks over to Jungkook, who has already walked off. “Fuck.” He whispers, looking about to find his friends. “What are you supposed to be?” A big breasted playboy bunny approaches Yoongi. “Uh, one of the seven dwarfs.” He mumbles, trying to avoid contact with her cleavage. “So, cute!” She shrieks causing Yoongi to cringe. She reaches out and strokes Yoongi’s cheek, his eyes popping open at the unwanted closeness. “There you are,” He hears a familiar voice, “I’ve been looking for this little guy everywhere.” Y/N says to the woman. “Oh, cute! You guys are dressed the same! I love that.” Y/N nods tugging Yoongi along. “Thanks for that.” Yoongi says. “No problem. We are all in the reading room. Hobi wants to play a game or tell a story or some shit.” Yoongi nods. “You look really nice.” He allows himself to say. He sees her face soften. “Thank you.” He nods and allows her to take his hand and bring him over to where the group has congregated. “Yoongi! What’s up bro?” Hobi shouts, hopping up to greet Yoongi.

Yoongi laughs at how done up Hobi is, donned in a black and red suit, hair slick back, with red contacts in. “Did you even buy a costume?” Yoongi asks. “No, don’t be silly. I had this awesome suit in the closet and with a few accessories and some makeup, voila, Dracula. I would’ve bought a proper costume had Jungkookie told me sooner about this matching thing but alas.” Yoongi looks over at Jungkook who laughs with a shrug at Yoongi. “Oops, I guess I lied a little about rigging the costume picking but hey it worked out.” “It really did! I love your costumes Jimin and Tae. You guys are the best dressed tonight I think.” Hobi points at the couple. Jimin smiles wide. “Ok, ok, game time! I think a storm is coming in so I made up the guest rooms for all your guys. I don’t want anyone driving back in the rain. Safety first guys.” Hobi declares. “Well, I wasn’t planning on driving back tonight anyway so, how about a round of Monopoly!” Namjoon offers. “Ugh, I hate that game.” Jin chimes in, shaking his head. “Life.” Tae suggests. “2 truths 1 lie.” Jin offers, pointing at Hobi. Hobi nods in intrigue. “I like that! How about if the person can’t figure out your lie, they have to drink but if they do figure it out you drink?” “Yes,” Jimin shouts, “I love drinking games!” Hobi looks at everyone in the group to gauge their reaction to the game. No one protest, so Yoongi just nods, knowing he has nothing to hide. “Okay, who goes first?” Hobi asks. “Jin, since he suggested the game.” Y/N offers. Jin scoffs and nods looking at Y/N. “Fine! Ill play against Y/N then. Challenge accepted.” “I don’t think this is a good idea guys.” Yoongi tries to jump in. “No, its fine. Jin doesn’t scare me.” Y/N states staring at Jin, while Hobi pours shots. “How about we make this even more interesting and say 2 truths and 1 lie about the other person?” Y/N suggest, and everyone Oo’s and Ah’s at the thought. “Yes! I love that. Make it more interesting. So, if you confess, the challenger drinks. If you chose not to confess, you drink.” Hobi changes the rules a bit. “I don’t like that.” Jimin seems uneasy and Yoongi wonders why. “Okay, one objection, anyone else?” Hobi looks about but no one else protests. “Let’s get it.” Hobi states. Yoongi doesn’t know why but he suddenly feels anxious as a devilish grin appears across Jin’s face.

October (You):

You weren’t close to Jin at all, so you didn’t fear anything he had to throw at you but you had dirt on him and definitely wanted to throw it in his face. “Ladies first.” Jin smiles. You nod, taking a deep breath. “I never finished college. I once made out with Taehyung on a drunken night out. I tried to fuck Y/N at one of Hobi’s Halloween parties.” Your heart sank as Hobi yelled a loud Whoo into the room. You wanted to turn towards Yoongi to see his reaction but didn’t dare break eye contact with Jin. Jin snickers, nodding slowly. “I see the game you’re playing here Y/N.” “Which one is the lie??” Jungkook shouts, the suspense clearly too much for him. Jin looks up at him and then nods for you to grab a shot glass looking over at Yoongi, causing you to as well. Yoongi bounces from you to Jin and back again. “I am incredibly confident in myself and my sexuality. I never finished college. That’s the lie.” Jin smiles. You shakily throw back the shot. “You tried to fuck Y/N.” Yoongi whispers towards Jin. “It was a long time ago, before you two became close. My turn.” He turns towards you and you are instantly nervous. “I fucked Yoongi before I left to Italy. I fucked Namjoon in Italy. I fucked Hobi when I got back from Italy.” Yoongi scoffs loudly, crossing his arms. You shiver slightly, wondering what you should do, not expecting Jin to be this vicious. “You don’t have to do this Y/N.” Jimin declares. “Everyone has to play.” Hobi states. “This seems personal.” Jungkook notes in pout. “She started it but hey, just decline to answer and take the shot.” You look him over not wanting him to win. “No,” Its fine, “I fucked Namjoon in Italy. That’s the lie. Drink.” Jin nods impressed, drinking the shot. “You fucked Hobi!” Yoongi jumps up. “Yoongi. You don’t understand.” “I can’t believe she fucked you bro! I thought you guys were more like siblings.” Hobi chuckles. “By show of hands who hasn’t fucked Y/N.” Yoongi shouts, his face reddening. “No! You don’t get to slut shame her.” Jimin yells at Yoongi. “I don’t need to! She’s doing a great job of it herself!” He yells. “Hey! Watch how you talk to him.” Taehyung jumps up. “Yoongi calm down.” Hobi rest his hands on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Fuck you! Fuck all of you! You all knew didn’t you and you didn’t tell me.” He looks over his friends and sees the shame on their faces. “You just love her so much. No one had the heart to break yours.” Jungkook says.

Yoongi looks over at you with tears in his eyes. “I wish I never met you.” “Yoongi, please. Let me explain.” “No, I get it. Why settle on me, when there’s no much more out there. I’m out of here.” He declares just as a loud crash of thunder claps above the cabin. “You can’t leave! Its torrential out there!” Jimin yells. “I’ll go get him.” You tell everyone. “Haven’t you done enough.” Jin stands to go instead. “This is all your fault. Still griping over the fact that I wouldn’t fuck you all those years ago. You proud of yourself?” You shove him back and chase after your friend. “Yoongi! Yoongi wait!!” You shout, running out into the storm after him. Your out of breath when you see his bright yellow pants in the distance. “Yoongi! Wait!” You yell but he just keeps going.

October (Yoongi):

Yoongi’s throat is dry, tears are streaming down his face, and his costume is soaked through to his outfit underneath because of the heavy rainfall. He sniffles angry with himself for being so gullible. “Yoongi! Wait!” He hears behind him. He grumbles at the sound of your voice. He jumps slightly at the thunder clapping above his head, lightning lighting up the darkness that surrounds him. He trudges forward, sure he saw a house on the drive up this way. What will he do he wonders? Knock and say he needs a place to crash until he can get an Uber home tomorrow. How will he face his friends after he told them all to go fuck themselves? “Yoongi wait! Stop! Its pouring and hard to see! You’ll get sick or lost out here.” Y/N shouts, getting close enough to grab Yoongi by the arm. “Why don’t you just leave me alone!?!” He shouts causing Y/N to jump back, slipping on a branch, and landing on her butt. “Ow!” She yells. Yoongi groans, immediately feeling guilty. He turns back and looks down at her all soaked and muddy, trying but failing to stand again. Yoongi reaches his hand out for her to take and she does. He pulls her up to her feet. “Are you ok?” He asks. “Yeah, thanks.” “You should just head back to the house. I’m not going back.” He informs her. She nods and Yoongi goes to turn away. “Wait.” She stops him again. He sighs deeply turning to face her. “I’m sorry Yoongi. I should’ve never left on New Years without explaining everything to you. I should’ve never slept with Hobi. I felt so rejected by you, and he was there to comfort me and one thing led to another but that was a huge mistake on my part. Most of all, I should’ve never forced everyone to keep it from you. I was so afraid of hurting you and losing you that I handled everything poorly and ended up doing exactly what I didn’t want to do. It’s on me, not them.” “Great, thanks for that. See you around.” Yoongi clips, turning again, feeling his heart beat rapidly, anxiety hitting him. “You’re enough!” She shouts. “What?” He spins. “You’re enough. I didn’t leave because you weren’t enough. I left because I wasn’t enough. You deserve better than me Yoongi. You are the most amazing person I have ever known and I have never loved anyone the way I love you. I know it’s not enough but I hope one day you can forgive me because I am in love with you too Min Yoongi and I don’t know how to stop.” Yoongi and Y/N stand across from one another, his heart racing at her confession. It’s all he’s ever wanted to hear her say. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were leaving? I could’ve handled it. You didn’t have to run. I thought after I confessed to you that I scared you away.” Yoongi explains. “Do you think you could ever scare me away Yoongi? You’ve hardly been able to get rid of me since I’ve been back.” Yoongi laughs wide. “Yeah I guess you’re right. You have been stalking me.” Y/N laughs. “I’ve missed you’re laugh so much. That big gummy smile. I’ve missed everything about you. ” Yoongi’s anger fades away and he can no longer stand the distance between you and him. It’s now or never, he tells himself. He’ll no longer stand by and watch you slip away. He needed you to know just how much he missed you, craved you.

October (You):

Yoongi swoops you up in his arms, leaning you against a tree as he captures your mouth with his own. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, grinding against him, moaning desperately into his mouth. “God, I love you Yoongi. I love you so fucking much.” You pant, thunder crashing in the distance. It did nothing to sway Yoongi from fiddling with his costume pants and jeans. His roaming hand soon finds its way to your needy core, rubbing at your swollen clit before yanking its fabric covering to the side. He whimpers lustfully as he slides his thick length into your slickness. You cry out at the sudden feeling of being stretched. “I’ll never stop loving that feeling.” Yoongi notes, soon hitching his hips upward, fucking into you at a manic pace, his engorged tip rubbing against your aching g-spot. You toss your head back, praising Yoongi aloud all the while the rain relentlessly pelts down on your face, making breathing twice as hard as normal. You try to shake your head free of the larger raindrops, your hair soon sticking to your face while you continue to moan shamelessly. “You like being fucked by my fat cock?” Yoongi growls in your ear, his pace not slowing one bit. Your eyes pop open at the brazen comment, so unlike the laid back Yoongi. He soon lifts you to up, pulling his cock from your dripping cunt, dangling your suckling entrance over his twitching tip. “I asked you a fucking question.” He huffs. Your mouth falls open, having never been more turned on than you are right now, you stare into Yoongi’s dark lust filled eyes. “Yes, I love your cock. I love when you fuck me with your fat cock.” You mewl.

He smirks, taking you into a hard kiss before slamming your spine back into the tree. He grips your ass tightly and spreads your cheeks apart causing your entrance to be fully expose to him. He grunts loudly, shoving into your cunt without hesitation. “Yoongi, fuck! You’re so fucking deep!” You yelp, feeling him press into your cervix. “That's right baby. I want you to cum all over my cock. I bet Hobi’s never touched this deep.” He moans into your ear, gripping tightly on your hips now as he slams into you. Your dizzy from the mix of pleasure and pain, feeling the bark on the tree scrape against your flesh compete with the tightening of your core deep within your walls. “Don’t stop, please, I’m right there, I’m gonna cum.” You shout. “I’m never going to stop fucking this perfect cunt.” He strains at the feeling your walls tremble around him. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.” “Yes, Fill me up baby.” You pant. He cries out, shooting his seed deep inside you, his thrust faltering. You’re both out of breath when Yoongi wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his face. You kiss him with all of the emotion in you, breaking from the kiss only to catch your breath. “I love you so much Yoongi.” “I love you too Y/N” “But I think we should get out of the rain before we get sick.” Yoongi chuckles, lowering you to your feet and tucking himself back into his pants. He looks off towards Hobi’s house. “You go, I’ll be fine.” Your heart drops. “No way! Come back with me. I don’t want to go back without you.” You pull him into an embrace, feeling him rest his head atop yours. “So, does this mean?” He pulls away from your grasp to look into your eyes. “Yeah, of course it does. Now let’s go back and let everyone know that we are officially together.” Yoongi nods, allowing you to lead him along the path back to the house. “You and Jin huh?” Yoongi teases. “Don’t even go there Min!” “Nightmare fuel.” He shudders. “Tell me about it.” “One last question.” He tugs at your hand. “What?” “Am I better than Hobi?” You laugh out loud. “Really Min? Hmm, how about, 2 truths and 1 lie?” You tease. “What? No way! Just tell me!” “Come on live a little. Let's see, um, I hate mint chocolate ice cream. Yoongi is the best sex I’ve ever had. Hobi is the worse sex I ever had.” You arrive at the house and place your hands on your hips before entering, searching Yoongi’s face for an answer. He smiles wide, showing off his gums. “The rain stopped.” He points up. “What do you know? It has. So much for a dark and stormy night.” You shrug. Yoongi kisses you deeply, “Why don’t we go inside and find our room? I heard Hobi is serving mint chocolate, still your favorite right?” He asks. You nod excitedly, happy to finally have him back in your life.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

#bts smut #suga x you #yoongi smut #suga x reader

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Sounds easy, right? [ Chanlix ]

rating: mature

word count: 2217

chapter: 1

next chapter: 2

summary:

➥ Felix was sent to kill Chan but he got hurt and now Chan is nursing Felix back to health, they might also fall in love on the way.

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estimated reading time: 17.1 minutes

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. Felix would sneak his way in, kill Chan and get his goddamn money.

But oh boy he was in for a ride. The 'Big Boss' as people would call him wasn't that big nor great at all, he was just the co-CEO of the company, one position away from being the big CEO. His brother, Chan's dad, died besides his mother 7 years ago in a car accident , leaving Chan as CEO of the company. The Big Boss used Felix whenever he wanted to, but he never put Felix in a position like this before, to kill a person. He knew that if he disobeyed the Big Boss he would get beaten up and tortured, plus he would never get the money promised back and the fact that he was a cat hybrid didn't help either. The Big Boss told Felix to kill Chan, he would sneak in his house and get rid of him because he needed to not because he wanted to.

Sounds easy, right?

Well it actually isn't, not when Felix tripped because the welcome mat at the entrance was crooked sending his head into the door with a loud thump sound. As he tried to get away fast he lost his balance and was sent once again flying down the big and grand staircase. The door immediately opened, revealing a distressed looking man, shirt halfway undone and one shoe off. Felix knew Chan rushed outside because of the noise that he made but he couldn't help but admire his figure.

'Hey buddy, care to explain?' Chan said as he crossed his arms one over another raising his eyebrows.

'I umm... actually.... sorry, I gotta go.' But little did he know that falling down a huge staircase can do this much. Pain started to shoot from his ankles to his ribs and back. The big impact with the door sure left it's mark as he felt blood dripping from his blonde locks to his eyebrows. He pulled himself from the ground, trying to not make a fool out of himself more than he actually did earlier, wincing and shooting silent cuss words at himself for being so goddamn stupid.

Before he could walk down the street, he wanted to run but he weighed his options and he knew that if he started running it was only a matter of two steps before he came crashing to the ground once again.

He was about to do his second step but suddenly a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

'What the heck happened to you?'

'Oh... as I said I have to go, sorry.'

'You're not going anywhere, not with that head of yours.'

Felix couldn't believe what just happened, he screwed up the mission. He could say goodbye to this month's rent, goodbye to any decent meal he would allow himself to buy with the money check. Maybe if Big Boss would have some mercy he could leave him and not kill him, maybe he would understand, but deep down Felix knew he was gonna be tortured again by the thoughts of affording to even live when he opens his eyes every morning.

He couldn't stop trembling and his legs started shaking with fear of being killed by Big Boss because of his failed mission. Before he knew it he started crying, like full on sobbing and at last collapsed to the ground leaving a distressed Chan picking him up and urgently calling his doctor to come see the boy.

Chan was confused, really confused. This boy, he wanted to do something, right? But at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little weird because of the younger one. He had such a pretty face, rosy cheeks accompanied by constellations of freckles, lips that looked like petals of the rarest and finest flower you could find on earth. Chan found himself admiring the boy after the doctor left. As the doctor said it there weren't such serious issues but it wasn't something little either. The paper entitled prescription was long and let's say not even close to Felix's budget.

Chan kept a washing cloth by his side all the time, slowly stroking the youngest arms and forehead. He placed Felix on his bed justifying his actions in his head saying 'the couch is too small'. As he was making his way to the kitchen,Chan saw a little head that popped up in his bed. He made sure to bring the glass of water and the pills that the doctor prescribed. Felix woke up, and by that he knew he had officially fucked up real hard.

He tried to escape the blanket, kicking it off of him but the pain started once again as well. His ribs, back, legs, head and ankles hurt like hell. As he cleared his vision he saw Chan... he was done for sure.

'Hi there, I see that you woke up. Don't worry just stay in bed and take these. Oh and the bill for the medication, I took care of it.' He simply said smiling while placing the pills and water down on the nightstand.

Felix immediately came to his senses when Chan sat besides him on the bed. He tried to get off the bed but he was once again stopped but this time not only by the immense pain, but by strong arms.

'Where are you going?'

'To my house? I didn't ask for your kindness you know? You could've just let me be on the ground. It would've been better that way for the both of us trust me.' Felix said with no emotion in his voice.

'Hey, you can go to your home once you will recover, I'm not letting you out like this especially at this hour.' That made Felix turn his head for the nearest thing that indicated time only to read it as 11:34 pm. Fucking great isn't it. He knew the busses wouldn't be out that late and he knew that from this wealthy neighbourhood to his small apartment was an immense distance that he couldn't travel by foot.

'At least tell me your name, mines Chan.'

'Felix...'

'That's a cute name, Felix.' Chan said while trying to get the younger one to look at him in the eyes. He was getting closer and closer until he saw that Felix was crying once again.

'Hey what's wrong? Did I make you uncomfortable?'

'I failed, I'm gonna be left in the streets again, I'm so sorry. Please let me go, please. I'm a bad person, you don't want me here.' Felix continued sobbing, putting his hands to cover up his face and turning his head so Chan couldn't look at him.

'No you're not a bad person, Felix. If you want you can stay here with me, I'm always lonely, I rarely go out because of my work. I'm either at work or at home. You can stay with me for as long as you want to, I won't force you, just come here...' Chan says looking at Felix with gentleness in his eyes before climbing over the mattress to hug the youngest little frame.

'It's okay, Lix, I'm here you don't need to worry'

'Why are you being nice to me? I was supposed to do a bad thing to you.' He says sniffing and letting more tears fall down.

'Felix, I like you, that's why I'm being nice to you, I want you to stay with me, please tell me what's wrong' Chan said, voice trembling, not knowing what to do.

'Please don't hit me or do something, your uncle s-send me to kill you, I didn't want to but he would torture me if I didn't and I wouldn't get the money, I need the money so I can live, I'm sorry ' Felix sobbed harder than before as he looked at Chan. Chan shifted, Felix immediately twitched expecting a slap and then to be beaten up and thrown away just like Big Boss's men do with him all the time, Felix was shaking so much he fell out the bed into the hard and expensive wood flooring. His back started hurting more but that didn't matter he started to run to the door. Chan was quick and caught him pulling him to his chest.

'Did uncle really say that?'

Felix couldn't even look in Chan's eyes as he nodded. Tears trailed down his cheeks again.

'I'm sorry, I'm going to leave you. I don't have the money for the medication but I will give it to you, I promise just please don't hurt me. I swear I will disappear and you don't have to see me again, I promise...' Felix cried into his hands, his knees starting to give in so he dropped to the floor. He winced in pain as he made contact with the floor. He felt exhausted but he would go to his apartment, he had to.

Chan quickly went down to Felix picking him up while whispering that he's not mad at him and that he is just a little shocked. Felix was still saying that he didn't need to be carried, he just wanted to go home but Chan insisted that he will have to stay here till his pain is gone. Felix being exhausted physically and emotionally he agreed. Chan carried Felix to his bed placing him gently on it.

'Let's sleep for now, we will talk tomorrow,ok?'

'It's ok' said Felix going down on the floor again, this time intentionally. Chan just watched the younger not understanding what he was doing.

'Good night.' Said Felix as he laid on the cold flooring, feeling his back and ribs ache.

'Felix I-' Chan was cut off by Felix.

'Oh sorry, I will go in the living room'

'No, don't do that. I was just wondering what you were doing on the floor?'

'Trying to sleep?' He said looking confused as well.

'Felix, come here' Chan said as he patted the space next to him.

'I know we've just met a few hours ago but please stay with me, I beg you'

'I don't know, Chan, I have nothing to offer you, I have no family, no friends, no money, I'm also a cat hybrid. I'm practically useless, better off dead.' He said as he slowly got on the bed, staying on the edge so he could occupy less space than he needed to.

'Don't say that, come closer, I want to hug you if that's ok'

Felix didn't say anything he just got closer to the older. Raising his head to look at Chan, he found the older's eyes comforting, this time Felix hugged Chan burying his face in Chan's chest and collarbone. Chan let out a chuckle, Felix feeling the vibration through his chest.

'So what's your answer?'

'If I'm not a bother, I want to stay.'

'That's perfect then, can we sleep like this? I want to cuddle you while sleeping.' Felix turned red feeling his ears burning.

'O-ok then' Chan only nodded in agreement, setting them down. Felix didn't know what to do so he just stayed still not even daring to look at Chan.

'Do you not want to cuddle?' Asked Chan as he propped his head up a little.

'I never did it before, I don't know what to do...' he looked down in embarrassment.

'Really? That's okay. Do you want to face me or not?'

'I want to see your face'

'Okay then, sweetheart, come closer'

Felix could only smile at the sudden nickname clinging to the older, as he snuggled into him.

'I'm sorry for everything'

'You didn't do anything, bub, it's all ok now, we are together and that's what matters in the end.'

'Aren't you mad at me? I got you in so much trouble...I feel bad, i didn't want to accept the task, but I didn't have another choice, they would torture me and beat me and then throw me out like a dog... I didn't want that to happen again, I'm sorry Chan, I really am...' Felix said looking up at Chan, putting a hand gently on Chan's cheek.

Chan put his hand above Felix's hand noticing how tiny it was.

'Don't worry, it's none of your fault, you were the victim and as soon as you get better we will go and confront uncle.'

'No, please don't do that, please. You will get in trouble for me and he will come for you. I don't want to lose you' Felix started tearing up again but now Chan was here for him. Chan held him closer whispering that everything is okay.

'Don't worry Felix, uncle will be punished for everything he has done to you. I can't believe he will actually do that to someone, how cruel can one be?'

'Thank you, Chan, for helping me and letting me stay with you.'

'Felix, no need to worry, okay? You're here with me from now on. Let's sleep, it's gotten late.'

'Thank you, Channie.....' Felix mumbled cutely as he drifted into the land of dreams but this time his dreams weren't nightmares this time, his dreams were full of Chan's face, laugh, touch.....he was feeling happy. Was he allowed to feel that way?

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Eccentric Halloween Special

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listen up, so this is first and foremost for my amazing friend and bestest hype woman @boymeetsweevil but imma call her my wife from now on because she is my biggest supporter and i love and appreaciate her wholeheartedly! thank you for always being there for me and keeping me motivated to write even when i think my ideas are dumpster fires and not worth finishing.

Warnings: mentions of past emotional and verbal abuse, there is smut (but like ion if everyone will like it lol) sexual jokes in reference to halloween songs, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use (its just weed nothing big) let me know if i missed anything!

there are easter eggs so if you find them/think you found one feel free to come chat my ask box is always open!

The music is loud, bass thumping through the floor and in your ears with what you know to be a kpop song by a boy group that’s pretty catchy and says something about being an underdog. This reminds you of college and even if that shit was terrible and you never finished this atmosphere was very college like. Taehyung had left you alone some time ago whispering a soft ‘make some friends’ into your temple with a kiss, you’d gawked at his back because who did he think you were? Last you checked you weren’t rainbow fucking bright and you’d been dragged to this party for a, as he called it a ‘surprise’. The living room floor was overflowing with girls all dressed as slutty bees and butterflies, slutty anything really and you rolled your eyes because yeah this was exactly like a college party. The jungle juice didn't help, it tasted like ass but it did the trick you guess. You’d caught a glimpse of Jungkook not too long ago his hair had grown out, now long enough that he’d tied it up into a messy bun. He’d been dragging a girl behind him, one you’d seen once or twice wrapped around his form on your late night munchies run to the convenience store.

He’s a great guy so you’re happy for him, a little too wild but still a great guy. You’ve been here for the better part of an hour just people watching from your seat on a bar stool sitting at the kitchen island of whoevers house this is. It’s a decent spot you think as you catch glimpses of people you’ve met before and have come to call acquaintances, like Lisa who’s laughing with a group of girls in the far corner by the gaudy faux leather couch. Johnny’s here too, body molded to the back of some petite brunette dressed as what you’re pretty sure is an American Horror Story witch. Hoseok is here too swapping spit with his best friend turned girlfriend, and you consider tracking Jungkook down to see if he has any space sticks on him, or at least his pen because this party sucks and Taehyung left you by yourself and if you have to do this alone you might as well be high too.

The idea is very appealing, you chew on your lower lip weighing your options because there’s a high chance that Jungkook is fucking his cute little girlfriend in the backyard or you could find Jackson and see if he has anything on him even if his weed is shit and makes you feel sick most of the time. You groan because both those options are crap and for some fucking reason Macarena has come on and the drunks on the dance floor have begun to whoop in excitement. You refill your cup taking a sip, the mix is bitter on your tongue and you want to gag a little bit because whoever mixed it was terrible at it. God you miss Taehyung, you really want to go home to fuck him because it’s halloween and your horny but mostly because he’s got a big dick and you like the way he manhandles you. A small whine slides past your lips catching movement to your right, you peek at the couple that's just come from the hallway that you're pretty sure leads to another bathroom and the laundry room. The girl is cute, cheeks soft looking and tinted a lovely shade of ‘my boyfriend just ate my pussy’ pink. The lucky bitch you think with an internal groan. Her hair is done up in pigtails in a style you recognize automatically since Harley Quinn’s been one of your women crushes the entirety of your life, along with Lucy Lui.

Her boyfriend is sporting what looks like mint hair and a smirk you think could rival Taehyung’s. He’s kinda hot if you look closely which you aren’t because his nose doesn’t have the elegant slope that Tae’s does and neither does he have the little beauty mark. It's the alcohol you reason for the way you're comparing this very committed stranger to your very loving missing boyfriend. You just want to go home, and get some dick is that too much to ask? Thriller has played for the third time tonight when you feel the tap on your shoulder cup at your lips. You’re brows furrow, irritation sweeping over your body at being touched so casually by someone who isn’t your boyfriend or Jungkook. It's the mint haired guy you note quirking your head slightly to better hear him over the music.

“Hey, you’re ____, right?”

“Piss off fuck boy, find someone else’s leg to hump.” you say around the lip of your plastic cup. A snort comes from behind him, as Harley Quinn brings her hand up to cover her mouth. He scowls at her pinching her side and she laughs harder smiling up at him, before turning her attention to you instead.

“Sorry, we should’ve introduced ourselves first.” She smiles at you, eyes creasing in a way that rings familiar in your head but can’t pinpoint at the moment. You nod anyways since Taehyung did say to make friends.

“I’m Sweetpea and this is Yoongi, we’re friends of Tae’s.” she says hand out and you take it shaking it and Yoongi’s before pulling yours back and discreetly wiping it on your skirt.

“Nice to meet you, I’m ____, Taehyung’s girlfriend.” you say a little sheepish since he’s usually beside you when you meet more of his friends.

“Is Tae not here?” Sweetpea asks her voice lilting in a way that you wish yours would.

“He’s making his rounds, I’m just waiting til he’s done catching up with everyone.” you smile it feels forced but you’re really trying.

“Does he still do that, I'd thought he’d stopped by now.” Yoongi says wrapping an arm around Sweetpea’s waist and pulling her close. You don’t mean to be, but you're jealous of Sweetpea right now, her boyfriend holds her so tenderly and the affection in his eyes is evident. Monster Mash has been replayed a second time and you really wish your boyfriend’s monster cock was smashing the shit out of your pussy right about now. Tears prick at the back of your eyes because you just want to go home, and Taehyung has seemingly abandoned you for far too long.

“What are you dressed as anyways?” Yoongi asks, snapping you out of your little tantrum, your eyes narrowing because is he serious right now?

“Are you, like, serious?” you say with as much ditsy tv show white girl you can muster.

“Yeah, don't get me wrong you’ve got a nice face but it’s halloween you didn't have to dress as a nun.” he laughs and Sweetpea gives him this look.

“I’m not a nun.”

“Y’look like a nun to me.”

“But I’m not, I'm dressed as Sypha from Castlevania.” you say with as much annoyance as you feel, but realize that you shouldn't have to explain your costume to him. Your cheeks feel warm with embarrassment because how dare Taehyung leave you to fend for yourself against this douche.

“I mean anyone with a brain could put that together,” you scoff looking him up and down “what are you supposed to be, bargain bin Joker? Couldn't have mustered enough fucks to at least try?” you spit mentally shriviling up because wow how did you manage to fuck this up? Sweetpea is looking between you and Yoongi and you don’t blame her, here you were a near perfect stranger attacking her boyfriend when they’d been nice enough to pull you out of your little bubble. To your surprise Yoongi laughs, teeth and gums on display. It's kind of cute, you think, his laugh that is not him.

“Thats a good one, couples costumes are kinda pointless. Tae wasn’t kidding when he said you were kinda surly.”

“M’not surly, people just get on my nerves.” you pout, reaching across the island to refill your cup. If your embarrassment doesn't kill you this jungle juice will, the cup is half full when you bring it back to your lips, moving to get off your seat. Fuck it, if you have to see Jungkook’s bare ass to have a decent smoke then so be it.

“Hey, were you going?” Sweetpea asks eyes wide, god she's pretty and she kinda reminds you of Jimin but that can’t be right.

“Smoke, this was fun and all but my quota for meeting new people has reached its limit. See you around or something.” you say heading into the crowd of people on the dance floor because it was simpler to go through it than around them. Johnny shoots you a wink as you pass while the girl from earlier glares at you. There’s a throb growing in your temple, as the base of a new song vibrates from the floor and through your body. Lisa see’s you waving enthusiastically as you hand her your drink because you’re sure it's the toxic concoction making your head hurt. She smiles gratefully as you finally make it out the back door and much to your surprise Jungkook is seated at a patio set with the girl from the convenience store in his lap.

The heavy base of Freaks Come Out at Night drifts out the open doors and to your left somewhere you can hear breathy moans, a voice that sounds like Hoseok encouraging his girlfriend. You purse your lips because Hoseok came off as a bit of a prude but hey it's Halloween and at least someone’s having fun. It's much colder outside than it is in the house, but you’ll make due with the warmth of what you can make out is the stench of weed in the air. Jungkook is occupied whispering things into the girls ears as you plant your ass on the chair opposite him, he pulls away from her eyes glazed over and droopy.

“Hey where you been, we’ve been waiting for ya. You remember Shrimp right?” he asks patting Peewee’s thigh.

“Vaguely, nice to meet you.” you say and Shrimp smiles over at you, her smile is tight and you don’t want to think too much into it.

“So what have you guys been up to, you didn't bring her out here in the cold to fuck did’ya?”

“Course not, too many people inside and we didn't wanna share our chocolate.” he laughs pulling a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups from beside him.

“Kook, you said Tae told you to wait out here.” Shrimp says eyes narrowed and moving to stand from her seat in his lap.

“Don’t move you’re keeping my dick warm.” he laughs as she smacks his shoulder playfully. You’ve perked up because this is the first time all night you’ve gotten any type of word that Taehyung hadn’t just ditched you at this party.

“Look here twerp, where the hell is my shithead boyfriend?” you ask and both Jungkook and Shrimp look thoroughly chastised even though you were only talking to the former. He widens his eyes at you tilting his head to the side in a way he does when he wants to pretend he knows nothing.

“I don’t know what you mean, he’s around here somewhere. I’m sure he is, maybe Hoseok might know?” he breathes eyes darting to Shrimp who sits pretty in his lap like some sort of doll.

“Okay what the actual fuck? I just wanna go home to fuck my boyfriend and he’s playing some weird game of hide and seek.” you grunt exasperated because this was weird as fuck and Tae and his friends were getting on your last nerve. You don’t mean to cry, you really don’t, but you're frustrated and your period is just around the corner and all your friends are being weird and your boyfriend is being a shithead.

“If that's all you wanted you could've said so, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” Taehyung says in that tone he uses when you’re on the brink of tears or already crying. Your gaze shoots over to him in an instant, tears already spilling over your cheeks flushed red in anger. He looks sheepish, but it doesn’t make you feel better.

“Go away, I don’t wanna see you.” you say planting your head on the table to hide your face.

“C’mon you don’t mean that.” he says, slowly lifting your face to meet your gaze. He’s standing between your thighs cupping your cheeks before he slowly moves to straddle your lap, a giggle comes from the couple in the other chair.

“Yes I do.” you sniff the chorus of Somebody's Watching Me ringing in your ears. He chuckles at you tilting your head up, nose nuzzling yours softly before he’s molding his lips to yours. It’s always the butterflies in your tummy that surprise you, because by now you’d hoped to be used to this feeling but you’re not. You’ve never loved someone like you do Taehyung, and it's weird because before him you were sure you just weren’t made to be loved. You’d long since opened up to him of your reasons for being so detached, cold even with anyone and everyone. It’d been hard to trust people after the various years of both verbal and emotional abuse, hell even at home it wasn’t all that great. When you’d moved to Taehyung’s peaceful little neighborhood you had made sure to keep people far away from you, that way they wouldn’t be able to hurt you. No backstabbing friends and no cheating boyfriends, just you all on your lonesome. And yet Taehyung had broken through your walls and made himself a cozy little home in your heart.

It was because of him that you were able to make progress with your therapist who was no longer your therapist and more a friend. Namjoon was a nice guy and if he hadn’t been busy tonight you would’ve invited him to this party, but he had plans with his girlfriend Bubbles. Hell you’d been shocked to learn he’d gone to school with Taehyung, because by now you were sure he was friends with pretty much everyone in town. He pulls away from the kiss forehead pressed to yours and you whine softly eyes still closed because you were sure you were dreaming. Nothing this amazing ever happened, least of all to you.

“Ready for your surprise?” he asks breath fanning over your lips and cheeks, your eyes open then curiosity swirling in their depths and it makes Taehyung smile. He pecks your lips a few times before sliding off your lap and helping you to your feet. Jungkook and Shrimp are no longer sitting in the chair, the music has stopped too and it unnerves you a little.

“You’re not gonna scare me are you?” you murmur voice sounding small and unsure of yourself because you will cry if he scares you.

“No, just relax, I wouldn’t do that to you.” he laughs, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You’re still hesitant though, he’s leading you to the house where you were sure a party was in full swing not too long ago. The lights are off inside and if this is the day you die then so be it, but you’d be damned if you don't go down fighting. You’re fists clench and unclench palms growing clammy as your nerves begin to get the better of you, your glance at him from the side maybe you can still make a run for it. Taehyung seems to read your mind because in the next moment he’s standing behind you gently pushing you forward through the door and into the dark of what’s the living room. Your heart is pounding against your ribs and you’re sure you're about to die because this is too scary.

“Ready?” He asks and a strangled noise comes from your throat in an answer. Your breathing grows heavy, lungs not taking in enough air. The lights come on as a chorus of voices yell ‘Happy Birthday’ a scream comes from your mouth followed by a loud sob, because there in the middle of what used to be the dance floor is a giant sheet cake decorated in the colors of the holiday a giant happy birthday ____ in the middle made of fondant. You’re sobbing, tears rolling down your cheeks as your friends and the crowd of strangers coo at the scene. Taehyung pulls you into a hug swaying you softly as your hands clutch at his shirt, he’s placing kisses to the crown of your head, whispering loving words into your hair.

“We got you, didn’t we.” Jungkook giggles with a present bag in hand, in fact your small group of friends all have colorfully wrapped gifts. Your sobs have turned into soft hiccups and you smile at Jungkook with a nod.

“My birthday was two weeks ago, why would you?”

“Because I promised you we would celebrate but we had work and you haven't had a party since you were five. I wanted you to have some new happy memories for your birthday.” Taehyung says with a smile. Your cheeks grow warm, heart swelling in your chest, and you think to yourself that maybe coming out to this party wasn’t so bad. The cake is cute and Taehyung had told you how it took him a whole week to plan this party. He’d gotten the cake from a pastry shop owned by his friend Jin, and when he’d mention the name you’d been shocked. Illusion had been all the rave since the pastries were delicious and affordable, the best part was that the owner was rumored to be extremely handsome. You chose not to open any of the gifts because you wanted to be able to fully enjoy them, the cake was cut and you’d enjoyed all the slices you’d eaten of the devils food cake. Yoongi and Sweetpea hugged you as they handed you your gift apologizing for anything Yoongi might’ve said to offend you. You’d laughed it off, saying that it was okay and that he hadn’t.

“So what is Taehyung exactly?” Yoongi asks playfully, smirking at you and you roll your eyes god he needed to educate himself.

The party ended early, well for you anyways after the cake you’d dance a few songs with Taehyung’s dick pressed to the small of your back, you’d made friends with Sweetpea and Yoongi. Jimin had stopped by as they were leaving and had hugged Sweetpea so tight (which you later learned was his sister), he’d brought along a ‘friend’ who was a medical examiner in the morgue of the police station he worked at. You’d nearly choked seeing her, she introduced herself as Dove who enjoyed scaring Jimin and worked with dead people she explained. She’d come as Strawberry Shortcake, her wig a bubblegum pink and her outfit intricate with lace and frills. She talked fast which normally would've been fine but the jungle juice had been too much. Jimin had steered her away from you as you looked sleepily to Taehyung, packing up as much cake as you thought you could eat. The night however hadn’t ended with the party. Taehyung had driven you to his house which he liked to think was closer than yours, and now here you were giggling up a storm as he did his best impression of Trevor Belmont from Castlevania.

“What say you Speaker, do you think you could handle Taehyung Belmont’s thick length?” you snort.

“Length? Who even says that?” he’s laughing body molded to yours still dressed in his costume, and you feel the laugh more than hear it. You’d been lazily kissing on his bed not long ago, making up for all the time you hadn’t kissed him earlier when you’d asked him if you could have his Magic Stick. He’d pulled away from your lips an elegant brow raised in question, you’d giggled first encouraging him into an all out cringe war.

“Okay, enough of that.” he says going back to your neck nipping gently before smoothing his tongue over the irritated skin. He's careful to pull your costume off, hands meeting the warmth of your skin after discarding each item. You shiver the cool air nipping at your heated skin, as Taehyung trails kisses down your neck to your chest.

“Tae.” you whine as he kisses one of your tits then the other.

“S’okay baby, I got you.” he whispers, taking a nipple in his mouth. He’s careful with you today and for some reason it warms your insides. One of his hands has trailed down your body cupping your pussy, he runs his fingers over your lips testing your wetness. A moan slips from your mouth because it never takes long to work you up, he chuckles against your tit. He teases your entrance with the tip of his finger before dragging it to your clit and applying a little bit of pressure. You’re pussy clenches growing wetter with every circle off his fingers on your clit, he slides his fingers back down slowly slipping in a single digit. It feels good, the angle just barely manages to scrape against that spot only he’s ever found.

“Oh god” you cry softly as he slowly slides another finger in, he shushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

“You’re doing so good baby, can you take another?”

“Y-yes, please.” Taehyung sighs into your skin adding a third finger and thrusting a little faster into your pussy. There’s a soft squelching sound as more of your slick gushes from your entrance, coating his fingers as they continue to pump in and out of your pussy. You’ve started to shift your hips thrusting into his fingers to add to the grown friction, a coil pulling tanut in your belly. A warmth settles in the low of your belly growing as you swivel your hips to meet his pace, you’ve lost the ability to think as Taehyung pulls his finger from you rubbing at your clit with his slicked up fingers and groaning as your hips jolt off the bed.

“Tell me what you want.” he says, pulling his fingers away from your clit making you whine at the loss.

“Want your cock.”

“Think you’re pretty pussy can take me baby?”

“Yes, please, please.” Your eyes are glazed as you watch him pull off his shirt tossing it to the side, then yanking down his pants boxers and all. He wraps a hand around his cock pumping a few times spreading the precum that's beaded at the tip. He’s reaching over to the nightstand, when you place a hand to his arm. His eyes meet yours in a question, one that makes your cheeks heat further.

“I want to like this.” you say suddenly shy, eyes darting away from his. He smiles softly using his clean hand to bring your gaze back to his.

“Are you sure?” he asks, you nod spreading your legs wider to better fit his hips. He kisses you soft, just the way you like as he slides his cock through your slick and lining himself to your entrance. He’s sliding in slowly filling your pussy inch by inch watching your expression and the way he disappears inside you. He starts off slow sliding in and out of you in a way that you know is his way of making you feel every inch of him. His cock hits deep like this, it’s your favorite position because you’re surrounded by him. His hair is hanging in his face, brows furrowed, as he thrust a little faster into your heat, your pussy clenches every time his cock hits that spongy bundle of nerves his finger barely managed to scrape.

“Yes, right there” you sigh letting your eyes slip closed as he pumps his hips faster into your pussy. The squelch grows louder as do your cries, taehyung grunts at the way your pussy tightens around his cock, your chest is flushed and your hands scramble to find something to hold on to. There’s tears at your lash line pooling at the corner of your eyes ready to fall but haven’t. He drops his weight wrapping his arms around your body and switching your positions. Your eyes have fluttered open with a gasp, his cock hitting that much deeper with you on top, you feel shy again as his gaze travels over your naked chest falling to where he’s inside you.

“C’mon baby fuck me, fuck yourself on my cock.” he says taking hold of your hands intertwining your finger and bringing them to his lips. You lift your hips dropping them quickly, your breaths are shaky as the warmth grows, you swivel your hips grinding your clit against his pelvis. Your hands are rested on your hips still intertwined with his as he thrusts up to add to the friction. The tears finally fall, your cries increase as you cum, your pussy clamping down on Taehyung's cock as he pumps his hips to prolong your high and find his own, you’ve stopped moving thighs twitching as your walls pulse around him. Your head is buried in his chest and you manage to shift your hips slightly when his muttered curses finally make it into your ears. You’re sensitive, but you’ll be damned if he doesn’t cum in you the first time you go sans condom.

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” he groans as a new warmth fills you, he’s panting hands settled on your hips while you lay limp against his chest.

“I love you.” you mumble against his skin feeling him stiffen beneath you.

“W-what?” he asks, you shift sitting up and lovingly gazing down at him.

“I love you.” you repeat as he gazes at you with love in his eyes and smiles. It’s the first time you’ve said it and its not because of the sex, but because you’re finally ready to give your heart away again, this time though you know for sure its in good hands.

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