#and I can’t find a n y of my four favorite stuffed animals

[ollys-useless-rambles]

I am going absolutely insane !!

#I’m sick #and I miss my partner #and the wifi keeps going out #and the puppies are evil #and my cats also evil #and i dont have any meds #and my rooms a mess #and I feel gross #and the house is too warm #and I can’t find a n y of my four favorite stuffed animals #what is even the point #I #have been awake for too long I think #but I can’t sleep !! #so I’m just stuck ig

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Endure III: Girls

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: You, Eren, and Dr. Jaeger go to meet a new friend, but the visit rapidly goes south.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.3k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

“Y/N!” Eren trilled, bursting into your house without even knocking. The nine year old boy spent as much time in your house as he did in his own at this point, so his sudden appearance did not shock anybody except for Merry, who barked once before realizing that it was Eren, who always brought some sort of treat for him. Today was no different, as Eren snuck the dog a piece of bacon before storming up to your room and banging on the door.

“OPEN UP, LAZY!” he shouted. You fell to the ground in a tangle of sheets, but you were not able to get up fast enough as Eren burst into your bedroom and nearly tripped over your prone form.

“What do you want, Eren?” you yawned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“First off, it’s twelve in the afternoon. Get up. Second of all, my dad and I are going to visit some family on the outskirts of Shiganshina, and they have a daughter our age! You should come, don’t you think it’ll be fun to have a friend that’s a girl?” he said.

“You already have a friend that’s a girl. Me,” you said.

“No, I know that. I mean for you to have a friend that’s a girl,” he said.

“Right! Yeah, that would be nice. Do you think she’d let me braid her hair?” you said.

“You’d have to ask her,” Eren said.

“Oh, what’s her name?” you said in excitement, already planning out the wonderful friendship you were going to have with this mystery girl.

“Umm...Mikasa Ackerman, I think,” he said, rubbing his chin in thought.

“That’s so pretty! We’re going to be best friends, I just know it,” you said in delight.

“I thought we were best friends,” Eren said. You stood up, discarding your blankets and rolling your eyes.

“Duh, of course we are, but Mikasa is a girl. She’ll be my girl best friend. It’s different,” you said.

“Fine, I guess. But you can’t exclude me,” he said with a pout.

“Just find Min-Min if we do, it’s not that big of a deal. Unless you want me to braid your hair,” you offered.

“You can,” he said. You eyed his hair critically before shaking your head.

“No. It’s too short,” you said.

“Oh,” Eren said.

“Yeah,” you said, “Now can you get out so I can get dressed?”

“Sure. See you downstairs,” he said. You waved at him before getting ready in your normal attire of a navy skirt, fitted white shirt, tan cardigan, and a white ribbon tying your hair up in a loose ponytail.

“I like your scarf, Eren, it’s a very nice color,” you said once you had rejoined him, your favorite stuffed animal tucked under your arm. It was a mythical beast called a “tiger,” a sort of big striped cat that could roar. You had named it Tiger, because you had been four years old when you had been gifted the thing by the Jaegers, and the name had stuck.

“Thanks, it’s new. Why are you bringing Tiger?” he said.

“Because! I want Mikasa to meet him,” you said.

“That’s a good idea,” he said.

“I think you’re rubbing off on me,” you said.

“Good. About time you started being smart,” he said.

“Mr. Hannes says I’m smarter than you,” you said victoriously.

“You’re lying,” Eren said.

“Am not. Ask him next time we see him,” you said. Eren did not have a response for this, so he scowled and marched out of your house. Grabbing an apple, you followed him, quite happy with yourself.

It was a lovely spring day as you skipped down the road to where Dr. Jaeger was waiting for you, Eren trudging loyally behind you. Mrs. Jaeger waved cheerfully when she saw you walking up the stairs.

“Hi, darling! Are you going to the Ackermans’ with Grisha and Eren?” she said.

“Mhm, yeah, that’s right! And I’m going to become friends with Mikasa!” you said, “Or at least I hope so. Do you think she’ll like me?”

“I’m sure she will. She lives all by herself out there in that cabin in the woods, so I don’t know if she has very many friends. You’ll be nice to her, right?” Mrs. Jaeger said. You nodded.

“Of course! I’m always nice. It’s Eren who’s a meanie, but only sometimes,” you said.

“I’m not a meanie! You’re a meanie!” Eren said.

“Not true! You’re so mean!” you said with a frown.

“No! Mom, she’s making that up. I’m super nice,” Eren assured Mrs. Jaeger, who only raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah? What about last week when you —?” you started before Eren cut you off by slapping his palm over your mouth.

“Shhhhh! Don’t be a tattletale!” he cried out in alarm.

“Eren, what did you do to Y/N last week?” Mrs. Jaeger sighed.

“Nothing!” he yelped. She shook her head and tugged at his ear.

“Your ears turn red when you lie, baby. What did you do?” she said, her hands on her hips.

“He ate the sandwich Mr. Orion gave me!” you helpfully supplied.

“Way to keep a secret, mouth!” Eren said.

“I never said I’d keep it a secret! I was really excited about that sandwich, Mr. Orion put goat cheese in it for me!” you said. Eren grinned.

“Yeah, it was a really good sandwich,” he said in fond remembrance.

“Butthead,” you muttered.

“You can’t mean that!” Eren said, tears gathering in his jade eyes at the cruel insult.

“I did,” you said gravely, “I’m still upset about that sandwich, you stupid loser from losertown.”

“No!” Eren gasped, “That was really harsh!”

“You’re not invited to my birthday party anymore,” you said, to add insult to injury. Eren’s jaw dropped, and he began frantically apologizing, promising to never eat your sandwich again, while you and Mrs. Jaeger just watched in amusement.

“Say, where’s your dad?” you said, interrupting his long-winded speech.

“Right here, Y/N. Are you two ready to go, then?” Dr. Jaeger said, appearing from seemingly nowhere and patting you on the head. You and Dr. Jaeger were friends. He was very pleased that you found medicine and anatomy cool, unlike Eren, whose only interest in the human body was how hard he had to hit it to make it break. Many nights, while Eren was asleep upstairs, you and Dr. Jaeger would sit by the fire, and he would show you illustrations of the different muscles and bones and how they all fit together. You already knew that when you grew up, you wanted to work with him, and he seemed perfectly alright with that idea.

“Have you met Mikasa before?” you said as you got into the carriage. It would take you most of the way, though you would have to walk on foot for the final stretch in the forest, since there were so many roots and things that the wheels would catch on.

“No,” Eren said from where he sat beside you, staring out the window.

“Quiet, Eren, I was asking your father,” you reprimanded him.

“Yes, I have. She’s a very sweet girl, though she’s rather shy. You’ll try to be friends with her, won’t you?” Dr. Jaeger said.

“If she’s nice and doesn’t have a bad attitude, then sure, we shouldn’t have a problem,” Eren said.

“Eren, this is why you only have two friends,” Dr. Jaeger said. You suppressed a laugh.

“Of course I’ll try to be friends with her! I even brought Tiger for her to meet,” you said, showing him the stuffed animal proudly. Dr. Jaeger nodded in approval.

“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to meet him. And the two of you, of course,” he said.

“Is her hair long enough to braid?” you said.

“If I recall correctly, it is,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose contemplatively.

“Eren! Did you hear that? I can braid Mikasa’s hair!” you said.

“Only if she lets you,” he reminded you.

“Oh yeah. Dr. Jaeger, do you think she’ll let me braid her hair?” you said.

“That’s something only Mikasa can answer, Y/N,” he said. You frowned.

“I hope so. I need someone to practice on,” you said.

“I already told you you can braid my hair!” Eren complained. You rolled your eyes before patting your lap.

“Okay, I’ll try. Come here,” you said. He lay his head on your lap and closed his eyes as you tried to braid his hair. As you had expected, it was far too short to actually properly braid, so you settled for making a bunch of tiny ones that stuck up everywhere, which kept the two of you occupied for the ridiculously long carriage ride.

“Eren, son, you look like a demon,” Dr. Jaeger said.

“Probably accurate branding,” you said. Eren inspected himself in the metal behind Dr. Jaeger’s bench.

“Okay, I do look kind of silly...but I’m not taking them out! Y/N worked hard on these braids, and I’m not going to ruin them because I look weird,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair, effortlessly undoing the braids with one motion.

“It wasn’t that difficult, don’t worry. Now you don’t look weird,” you said when he looked affronted at your actions. He grumbled something under his breath, but it was not loud enough to be understandable, so you just shrugged and turned back to Dr. Jaeger, who was beginning to gather his things in his kit.

“Are we almost there?” you said eagerly.

“Yes, we are. Now, I want you two on your best behavior. Eren, that means no bothering Y/N. Y/N, please try not to antagonize him too much,” he said.

“I never ant-ag-o-nize Eren! Right, Eren?” you cooed. He gave you a dull look.

“I don’t know what that means,” he said.

“It means that I cause you to be violent. I don’t cause you to be violent,” you said.

“Yes you do,” he said, “How else am I supposed to protect you?”

“Violence is not always the answer,” Dr. Jaeger said diplomatically.

“That’s right, dad. Violence is a question, and the answer is yes,” Eren said.

“Eren!” you said, though you were fighting a laugh. “Bad! You can’t go fighting everyone you see!”

“I don’t fight everyone I see, just the people that mess with you and Armin,” he said.

“How about you don’t fight anybody?” Dr. Jaeger suggested.

“Hmm. I’ll think about it,” Eren said, though once his father’s back was turned, he shook his head at you, as if to say he would not even consider such a thing. You giggled quietly. This was how Eren operated: he fought first and spoke later. It was the opposite of Armin, who just wanted to talk things out. You were different yet again from the two, preferring to hide from conflict entirely and let your friends take care of the many little problems that plagued your lives.

The forest was alive with the sounds of birds chirping and the breeze rustling through the leaves. The sun was already beginning to set, proof of how long the ride to the Ackermans’ had been. Eren was like your shadow, watching over you with a protective gaze as you bounded through the trees. Dr. Jaeger led the way, both because he was the only one that knew where he was going and because his long strides were double that of you and Eren’s.

“Look at the butterfly!” you said, pointing at the pretty insect. It had orange, black, and white wings that it lazily flapped, drifting in the air before landing on the tip of Eren’s nose. The boy looked incredibly surprised, crossing his eyes to see it properly.

“Why is it on me?” he said.

“Because you must be magical or something! Fairy Princess Eren!” you said in delight. He scrunched his nose in distaste, and the butterfly flew away, startled. You watched it go sadly.

“I don’t wanna be a fairy princess! I’m a brave knight!” he said, picking up a stick and crouching before poking you with it. “On guard!”

“I’m not going to sword fight with you! You’re supposed to sword fight the bad guys to save me!” you said, your hands on your hips in disappointment at his severe lapse in judgement. He considered this before shrugging and pretending to fight some imaginary foe.

“Ha! I did it! I killed the evil men!” Eren said before bending his knees slightly. You immediately hopped on his back, and he took off at a run to catch up with his father.

“Go, horsie, go!” you said, patting him on the head as he sprinted as fast he could.

“I’m not a horsie!” Eren said.

“Well, I’m riding you, so you’re a horsie,” you said with a shrug, “Simple as that.” He did not have a proper response for this, so he continued to try and reach Dr. Jaeger without a word.

Arriving at the Ackerman household, Eren deposited you to the ground with a huff of breath, his face slightly red from exertion.

“You’re going to make a great first impression on Mikasa and her parents,” you said.

“It’s okay. I don’t care what they think of me. I made you happy, right?” he said.

“Yeah, riding you was pretty fun,” you said.

“So that’s all that matters. The Ackermans probably won’t even care,” he said. Dr. Jaeger gave you both warning looks before opening the door.

Something was wrong. It had to be, for Dr. Jaeger’s face went white, and his hands trembled. His lips parted in shock as he stared into the Ackermans’ house. You and Eren exchanged confused glances, but when you tried to peer around him, he pushed you back with his arm.

“Both of you, go wait by the foot of the mountain for me, okay? Do not go anywhere else. Do not move a muscle from that spot, is that clear?” he said. His tone was grave, and all playfulness from earlier had vanished. You hugged your stuffed animal tighter to your chest.

“Dad, what’s going on?” Eren said. Dr. Jaeger shook his head.

“It’s nothing. Get out of here, now,” he said.

“No! Tell us what’s happening!” Eren said.

“Is Mikasa okay?” you said quietly, worry for the stranger who already felt like your friend filling you.

“I don’t know,” Dr. Jaeger said gravely, “Her parents have been murdered, and she has most likely been abducted. I’m going to go contact the MPs so that they can try to find her kidnappers, but I need to know that you two will be safe.”

“I’ll protect Y/N,” Eren said seriously, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the foot of the mountain where Dr. Jaeger had indicated you should wait for him.

“I don’t think the MPs will get there on time,” you said as some strange energy began to thrum in your veins. This was you at your worst; the you that Eren hated, because you were foolhardy and reckless and he always had to dash in and save you, but you were not thinking about that. You were not thinking of anything but the fact that somewhere on this very mountain, Mikasa Ackerman was in danger.

“That’s not our problem. If I was alone, I’d go save her, but what if those people kidnap you, too? Then we’re really in trouble! We just have to trust the military police,” Eren said.

“She’s our friend!” you argued.

“We’ve never even met her,” he said. You wrenched your hand from his grasp and crossed your arms, adrenaline shooting through your body and your heart pumping. Eren’s eyes widened as he realized what you were going to do, but when you were like this, he could not stop you. Nobody could. Like this, you could march through hell and come out singing.

“I’m going to find her,” you said.

“Stop! Y/N, don’t be an idiot!” he shouted. Idiot, stupid, silly. All of those things described you, to be sure, but that was unimportant.

Don’t worry, Mikasa. Just stay alive. I’ll save you, even if Eren won’t help me.

You darted through the trees, the dim twilight sun your only source of illumination. You could barely see where you were going, and you had to rely on instinct to guide you.

You soon ran into another, far larger problem. You had no clue where to go or where Mikasa could be. What if she wasn’t even on this mountain? Had you run all of this way for nothing? You clutched Tiger tightly in your hands and looked around for some sort of clue as to your whereabouts, or perhaps hers.

Footprints in the mud. They were large, which meant they could not possibly be yours. Either they were the people who had kidnapped Mikasa’s, or they were some random stranger that might help you out or know something. Both possibilities were equally as ideal, so you resolved to follow them to where they led.

As you trudged through the mud, the energy from before started to fade, and you began to feel scared. An owl hooted somewhere, and a lone wolf mournfully howled. You shivered at the air, which had grown cold. What were you going to do even if you did find Mikasa’s abductors? You did not have any delusions of being able to fight them. You were not Eren. You were not brave or strong, but you had to see this through. You were the girl’s only hope.

The footprints led you to a small cabin in a little clearing. You could see the warm glow of a fire through the windows, and you sighed in relief. You had made it, though where you had made it, you were not sure. Still, you were at some destination. Reaching the door, you knocked quietly.

A tall man opened it, looking down at you in surprise.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here?” he said, blocking the room behind him. You craned your neck to try and see if Mikasa was back there, but your line of sight was obstructed by the man’s bulk.

“I got lost, sir. Do you think you could help me?” you said timidly. The man’s gaze was predatory and cruel, and a small smirk curled on his lips.

“Yeah, but only if you help me first. Think you can do that?” he said.

“Uh, I guess so,” you said. He reached out for you, and the lifting of his arms gave you a glimpse of the room behind him, where a girl was lying on the floor, tied up, with a small trickle of blood trailing out of her mouth. There was no doubt about it: that was Mikasa Ackerman, and you were in trouble. The man was about to do the same thing to you as he had to her, and you were powerless to stop it.

“Get away from my friend!” Eren shouted, and before anybody could move, a sharp knife came whistling through the air, striking the man in the neck. He collapsed backwards in shock, and you stared at his fallen figure in horror. Eren had just killed a man.

Sprinting the rest of the way to the cabin door, Eren shoved past you and took another knife, stabbing the other kidnapper in the stomach repeatedly until he finally groaned and died.

“Did you just...did you just kill them?” you said hysterically, creeping around the bodies to where Mikasa lay. You began to untie the ropes that bound her with shaking hands.

“I did, and I’d do it again. I told you this was a bad idea! You almost died!” he said.

“What’s going on?” Mikasa mumbled as you gave up on the ropes. Eren stomped over and began sawing at them, finally freeing the girl. She sat up in confusion, looking at the two of you.

“You were kidnapped, but we saved you,” you said. She blinked, and you figured she was in...what had Dr. Jaeger called it? Shock? Yes, she was probably in shock.

“Let’s get out of here,” Eren muttered.

“What about the third man?” she said. You and Eren exchanged looks of pure terror. Third man? There was no third man...or was there?

“What the hell happened here?” a thundering voice resounded deep in your bones. The three of you turned to the doorway of the cabin, where the final abductor had finally appeared, and he was not pleased at the deaths of his accomplices. His eyes locked on Eren, who still held the knife in his hand, and in one swift movement, he picked him up by the neck and began to squeeze the life out of him.

“You thought you could play the hero and come save your friends? Well, now you’re going to die for that mistake!” he snarled as Eren began to choke. The boy struggled, but it was futile. He gave you and Mikasa an entreating look.

“Come on, you two…” he wheezed out, “FIGHT!”

“Fight?” Mikasa repeated, still dazed. You could see the spark fading from Eren’s eyes, but it felt like you were the one being choked, your body immobile.

“Mikasa,” you whispered, “You have to help us.” She was strong. She was brave and strong, and she would save you, and she would save Eren. You had been foolish to think of yourself as her savior, when all along it was destined to be the other way around.

“I...can’t. I don’t know how,” she said in a panic, even as she lifted the knife, her entire body trembling, her ripped clothes hanging on her pale body giving her a ghostly appearance.

“Please, Mikasa,” you said as Eren’s head lolled back from the lack of oxygen and his struggles began to cease, “You have to fight.”

“Fight,” she affirmed.

“Fight,” Eren gasped out.

“Fight!” you shouted. She let out a determined cry before charging the third kidnapper, who dropped Eren in alarm and turned to face the whirlwind of fury and rage that was Mikasa Ackerman as she kicked him to the ground before plunging the knife through his heart, covering all three of you in a fountain of his blood.

You crawled over to Eren, who was sitting up and coughing, rubbing at his bruised throat. The blood that ran down his face was not his own, but it scared you all the same, until you looked down and saw that the crimson liquid had splattered all over your shirt and arms, staining and scalding your skin. Mikasa was no better off, the entire front of her shredded nightgown a brilliant red as she sat beside the corpse, staring contemplatively at the knife she had just used to take down a fully grown man.

“Eren, are you okay?” you whispered.

“Throat hurts a bit, but I’m fine besides that. What about you? Did you get hurt at all?” he said.

“No, you saved me in time, like always. It’s Mikasa we should be worried about,” you said, turning your gaze to the girl, who regarded the two of you coolly.

“You’re Mikasa, then?” Eren said.

“I sure hope so, otherwise we’d really have a problem,” you said.

“Yeah, I’m Mikasa,” she said quietly, “Can you guys help me get home?”

“We should wait for the military police to find us,” you said.

“Oh, so now you want to wait,” Eren groused.

“Shut it, Eren, you and I both saw what state she was in. I was right; the MPs wouldn’t have gotten here in time. As it is, we barely made it,” you said, crossing the room to sit beside Mikasa.

“I’m just glad we’re all okay. Thanks for saving me, by the way, Mikasa. I’m Eren Jaeger, and that’s my best friend, Y/N L/N,” he said, pointing at you. You waved at her.

“And this is Tiger!” you said, giving her your stuffed animal.

“I like Tiger,” she said. Her voice was soft and shaky, but at least she was speaking. If what Dr. Jaeger had said was correct, then she had seen her parents be murdered before she had been kidnapped. Her fragile mental state made sense, and you were overcome with an overwhelming need to care for her.

“You can keep him! He’s really soft and nice,” you said with a bright smile. Her eyes filled with tears as she hugged the toy to her chest.

“Thanks,” she sniffed.

“Are you cold?” you said. She nodded.

“Little bit.”

“Here, have my scarf,” Eren said, taking off his red scarf and wrapping it around her. You could not help but notice that it matched the blood that still drenched her, and you tore your eyes away from it, forcing yourself to keep your attention on your friends.

“It’s warm. Thanks,” she said, hiding her face in the wool.

“My mom got it on sale. It was 50% off,” Eren informed her.

“Wow, that’s a really good deal,” you said.

“Yeah, I think it’s because summer’s coming or something. I don’t know. Anyways, I’m glad you like it, Mikasa,” he said.

“You guys are really nice,” she said.

“Am I allowed to hug you?” you said, not wanting to invade her personal boundaries, especially when you didn’t know what she had been through at the hands of the people that had taken her. She seemed surprised but nodded slowly, so you did exactly that. She smelled like blood and sweet almonds.

“Listen, Mikasa. We’re your friends. I know we’ve never met before, but we’re friends, and friends look out for each other, right?” Eren said.

“I don’t know. I’ve never really had friends before,” she said.

“Well, you have them now, and the answer is yes, they do,” you said.

“Okay,” she said.

“So don’t thank us. It’s just what friends do for each other, that’s all,” Eren said. Mikasa processed this, still nestled safely in your embrace while Eren sat protectively between you and the door, one of his knives resting beside his leg, ready to be used in case the next person that entered was not a member of the military police but rather another attacker.

“You have really pretty hair, Mikasa,” you said to her while you waited for help to come.

“I do?” she said.

“Yeah, it’s super nice! You’ll have to let me try and braid it sometime. Well, only if you want to,” you added as an afterthought, not wanting her to feel pressured into doing something she didn’t want.

“I think that would be fun,” she said. She had a very slow, careful way of speaking, as if every word that left her mouth was thought and planned out before she said it. It was a sharp contrast to Eren, who said what he wanted, and Armin, who spoke at a mile a minute when he was passionate about something.

“Sounds like a plan. We can have sleepovers, and you can meet Min-Min and Merry,” you said, prattling on in an attempt to distract her from the fact that you were in a dark room surrounded by corpses. She gazed at you with her shimmering dark grey eyes.

“Who are Min-Min and Merry?” she said.

“Min-Min is Armin. He’s our other best friend,” Eren said.

“And Merry’s my dog!” you said.

“They’re both really nice. And if you feed Merry a treat he’ll like you for sure,” Eren said.

“That’s good. I like dogs,” Mikasa said, leaning her head against your collarbone. The blood that dripped off of her flowed freely onto you, but you knew that that was the least of your worries. Your parents would hardly be angry, or at least so you hoped, but who knew what the military police would do when faced with what you had done? After all, you all had just killed three people.

It was another twenty minutes before the military police and Dr. Jaeger barged in, looking around fearfully. When their eyes dropped to you sitting on the floor calmly, surrounded by puddles of crimson and rapidly cooling bodies, they gasped.

“What...did you guys do?” Dr. Jaeger said, staring at you in shock.

“The evil men tried to hurt Y/N and Mikasa, so I killed them. Then there was a third one that took us by surprise and started choking me, so Mikasa killed him. It was all in self-defense,” Eren said.

“He’s right,” you said, “If it wasn’t for us, Mikasa would be dead, and if Eren hadn’t killed those men, I would be too. Please don’t arrest him.”

“Nobody’s getting arrested, but still...how old are you three?” one of the MPs said.

“Nine,” Mikasa said.

“Nine?” he repeated. You and Eren nodded, and he let out a long, low whistle.

“Walls be damned. There’ll be an investigation, but you three should be just fine. You’re a hero, son,” the MP said, patting Eren on the head before heading back outside to talk with more of his comrades, shaking his head and muttering “nine years old” under his breath again and again.

“What were you guys thinking? I told you to stay at the foot of the mountain!” Dr. Jaeger yelled as the three of you followed after him, Mikasa still wearing Eren’s scarf and hugging Tiger.

“I’m really sorry for not listening, Dr. Jaeger, but we had to save Mikasa. The MPs wouldn’t have come in time,” you said.

There was something akin to fear in the man’s eyes as he regarded you, and the gravity of what you had just done hit you. This was no game of pretend — Eren had really killed someone. No, not just someone — two people, and you had convinced an innocent girl to murder the third. You were more to blame than Mikasa for her actions, as you were certain she wouldn’t have done anything if it hadn’t been for your urging.

Yet, barbaric though it was, had it really been wrong? Eren didn’t think so.

“Those men were animals of the worst sort, dad,” he said flippantly, “So we put them down. You should be proud of us.”

“Who are you to decide who deserves to live and die, Eren? You’re only nine years old!” Dr. Jaeger said, flinching away slightly from his bloodstained boy.

“If they try to kill my friends, then I will kill them. It isn’t really a difficult concept. Come on, we should go home now. Y/N’s probably cold, and Mikasa needs a bath,” Eren responded. It was true; you had not realized how cold you had become until he had pointed it out.

“Home?” Mikasa said.

“Yeah, you can stay with us from now on. Right, dad?” Eren said. Dr. Jaeger composed himself and nodded firmly.

“Right, yes, of course. We’ll be delighted to have you for as long as you want,” he said. Mikasa gave you an unsure glance, and you nodded encouragingly at her.

“O-okay. Yeah, I think I’ll stay with you guys, then...if it’s not too much trouble,” she said.

“’Course it’s not. We’re friends, remember? And friends look out for each other,” Eren said.

“Right,” Mikasa said with a small smile.

As you walked back to the carriage, you turned to Eren, who was staring directly ahead at the moon in wonder. His love of the moon had not faded in all of these years; if anything, it had only grown, just as your fondness for the sun had increased over time.

“Say, Eren...how did you know where to find me? And that I was in trouble?” you said, referring to how he had perfectly thrown the knife in the nick of time to save you from suffering the same fate as Mikasa.

He shifted to face you, his jade green eyes almost glowing in the silvery light. His expression was somber as he casually shrugged.

“There was a man. He showed me how to get there and what to do,” he said.

“What was his name? Where did he go?” you said.

“I don’t know. He vanished. The only thing he said before going...was ‘save Y/N.’”

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Let Me In [3] ✾

Natasha Romanoff x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 6k.

Part Two || Part Four ✾ Complete Chatroom Masterlist

Summary: In search of something important that was left behind, Y/n meets someone ‘new’ in Natasha’s life.

Content: angsts and a tiny bit of fluff at the end.

A/N: I promised this chapter months ago, but I’m happy to have it out! Lost a little bit of motivation with writing due to my job, however I’m getting back into this story and had fun writing this chapter and starting the new one!

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The absolute dread Y/n felt when she was woken up by a crying five year old by her bedside was incomparable. She had never heard Kennedy cry like that before and a sense of dread set in. It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust, but once they did her eyes frantically scanned over Kennedy to make sure she wasn't visibly injured. She felt a sense of relief when she didn't see any marks or blood on her, but the little girl was still crying like she was in pain. Her tears would not stop flowing, eyes red and puffy from her crying.

"I can't find him!" She wails.

"Him? Who is him?"

Y/n's main concern was getting Kennedy to quiet down before they got a noise complaint. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed to pull herself up. Kennedy reached up for her and Y/n bent over to grab her, groaning in the process. She is still not fully awake so she cannot comprehend exactly what was going on. All she knows is that she wants to get Kennedy to calm down before she makes herself sick from crying this hard. She presses her against her chest and strokes her back to comfort her. This was once so odd for her to do, something that was so motherly, but she got over herself years ago and allowed herself to be some sort of parent when Kennedy really needed her.

"Can you tell me what's wrong? Who can't you find?"

Y/n begins to rock back and forth. Her efforts slowly begin to work as Kennedy's crying comes to a halt and she only sniffles.

"Raffie," Kennedy responded weekly.

"What? What about him?"

"He's not here. He didn't come back with us last night."

Y/n was always concerned about Kennedy developing attachment issues after one day mommy was here and the next day she was gone. She had a set of favorite stuffed animals, but the dingy giraffe she got from a trip to the zoo was her number one. She had it with her at all times. Y/n figured it was normal for kids to grow strongly attached to toys and other inanimate things, but her biggest fear was that Kennedy would feel alone and abandoned. Y/n didn't really have anyone to talk about these kinds of things, but google told her it was normal for Kennedy to be obsessed with the giraffe.

By the time last night's dinner ended, the stuffed giraffe was the last thing on Y/n's mind. She wanted to leave Natasha's apartment and be in the comfort of the hotel bed. Kennedy had only been up for a few seconds between the car ride and walking to the hotel room, so that's probably why she didn't make a fuss last night, otherwise she definitely would have let it be known that her best friend in toy form was not with her. Y/n tried to think of when and where there would've been an opportunity to somehow leave Raffie behind. Kennedy always keeps it next to her so Y/n finds it hard to believe that she would willingly let it go. The only time she can think of is when she picked Kennedy up to lay her on Natasha's couch -- it must've got left on the dining room chair Kennedy was sitting in.

Y/n sighs in frustration at the entire situation. She's upset with herself for not remembering to grab it before they left, and she's still on edge because she thought something truly awful happened to Kennedy. There isn't any way around avoiding going back to Natasha's house at this point. Kennedy won't accept a replacement and she will start crying again if Y/n even hints about her having to just forget about her beloved giraffe.

After what was a pretty contentious dinner, Y/n didn't want to see Natasha again or go back to her place. Her feelings were still unresolved, but she figured they were just going to have to stay that way. She came to the conclusion that it would be easier for her feelings to dissolve rather than her receiving answers. She needs to get over it. But, how can she do that when the universe has just pulled her exactly to the person she wants to avoid forever now? If she was being honest with herself, she would've like all these weird coincidences and happenstances a year or two after their break-up (and even a few weeks before this trip she was entertaining the idea of it "coincidences"), but the dinner had turned things sour despite there being some okay moments from the night.

"Are you sure he's not just hiding somewhere? He might be hiding under a table or something."

"No! I looked for him and he's gone! I want him back Y/n!" Kennedy whines. It's moments like this where Y/n knows she isn't equipped to deal with a five year old all by herself. This would be easier if she didn't have to face this ordeal alone, but life does not care for ease when it's indifferent. She can't skirt on her responsibilities as Kennedy's legal guardian and her parental figure. She has to suck it up because that's what parents do for their kids.

"Okay. I will try to get him today, but I need you to stop crying. Everything will be okay and you will see him again."

"I don't wanna stop crying...I'm sad," she whines as she pokes her bottom lip out.

"I know you are, and it's okay to be sad, but Raffie wouldn't want you to cry. Besides, you will be able to see him later today!"

Kennedy didn't seem convinced, still wanting to wallow in her sadness, but she nodded her head regardless. Y/n was able to sigh in relief and breathe for just a moment before realizing what she had to do later today. Last night ended so awkwardly, she doesn't know if she'll be able to show her face around Natasha without feeling like a dog with their tail between their legs. She doesn't want Natasha to think that she's making up a lame excuse to come back and see her.

Y/n felt too cowardly to call Natasha even though she'd probably be able to reach her quicker that way. She's afraid that her voice will crack and that she'll come off as lying when asking to come over to get a stuffed animal. Instead she texts her and closes her phone immediately after sending it. Typing out that simple message felt like she was sending a risky text and she feared looking back at her phone again. It's not like Natasha would say no or tell her to fuck off but she feared this would look like her trying to crawl back to her. But what's worse is her fear of coming off as desperate. As much as she wanted to cross paths with Natasha again (whether she admits it or not), she wanted it to feel natural and not forced.

"I'll go and get it today, I promise, but right now we have to go or else we'll be late!"

The little girl begrudgingly got up and let Y/n get her ready for the day. Y/n kept reminding her that she will be able to see her new friends again and that she will have plenty of other toys to play with today. Kennedy would nod along but she still poked her bottom lip out and had that sad look on her face. Y/n felt awful for a simple mistake that she had to make it up to her.

Y/n didn't check her phone until she got to the car. Surprisingly Natasha responded back to her fairly quickly, about two minutes after Y/n sent her initial text. Y/n doesn't know too much about Natasha's job these days so she wonders if she's still slammed with responsibilities or if she's so high up that the workload melted away.

'No problem! Can you swing by my place around two? I'll take my lunch just to meet you.'

'That sounds fine. Sorry for the inconvenience.'

'Don't be sorry about anything Y/n.'

Every time they talked, Y/n felt like Natasha was pitying her. She doesn't know if her ex is trying too hard, or if Y/n herself is just jaded.

Natasha was seemed to be extremely careful with what she says to Y/n and how she says it. She could be missing the mark in interpreting her actions differently, but god is there a part of Y/n that hopes she isn't. She wants Natasha to feel like she has to walk on eggshells and be remorseful (although, the redhead didn't hurt Y/n physically -- and looking at the big picture she did turn out "fine" -- there is no divorcing her relationships with other people from how Natasha had broken up with her). But, are these little moments of gratification worth it when she came back to the hotel last night and went to bed feeling torn up inside? She is uncomfortable; feeling constantly agitated by Natasha feeling sorry for her. Guilt she resulted in apologizing, not pitying.

No one has ever taken off the kid gloves when dealing with her. People have worried over her all of her life, but it never felt like it came from a place of care. Natasha had been one of those people who used her bare hands to deal with her, but now she's like all the tepid adults from her younger years. This treatment has caused Y/n to psyche herself out almost every single time. She was so scared to take this trip, especially since Kennedy is so young, but she felt like she had to prove a point.

Riding through this city isn't easy. Traffic is awful during the weekdays and cars are constantly beeping at one another. Kennedy sat in the back without a single thing to say. She would never stop complaining about the "noisy cars", but she's silent. Y/n feels bad knowing that at that age she was just as impatient and when Kennedy said it would be "forever" until she'll see her stuffed animal, it will really feel like it's been forever for her. Her hope is that Kennedy will find joy in something at daycare. Y/n gives her forehead a kiss before leaving her to start her own day.

Despite the other distractions that came with this trip, Y/n feels reprieve when she's here to do the thing that brought her back to the city. If she ever doubts herself in other aspects of her life, she knows for a fact that she's good at what she does. Only a few days into this trip and she feels comfortable in the building and lab she's working in. She finds it a bit scary that she finds herself getting a bit settled into city life. Back home is not small, but it's not Chicago. This lifestyle never appealed to her, but there is a dissonance inside of her that deals with trying to resolve her past while also feeling like a brand new person when she walks through these halls.

"You're 30 minutes over, you can take your lunch now, Y/n," one of the resident lab techs tells her. Her eyes peer over to the clock and it's way past the time she was supposed to be at Natasha's apartment.

She tries not to make it look like she's rushing out of the building, but it's hard to hide her panic. She passes a few graduate students who look at her like she's crazy.

She's not worried about not having enough time for her lunch, she's worried about standing Natasha up.

Natasha can wait, but Y/n feels bad thinking about that. Her phone hasn't buzzed nor has the ringer gone off. She checks her notifications quickly and finds not a single missed call. Maybe the traffic has Natasha running late, or she's at her apartment patiently waiting for Y/n to show up.

Her heart races as her power walks through the parking lot and hops into her car. The university is not that far from Natasha's apartment, but there is traffic to factor in. Traffic that makes her arrive 15 minutes later, so nearly 45 minutes after their meeting time. Still, she hadn't received anything from Natasha which confuses her, but right now she focuses on getting to her apartment.

Everything almost felt the same as last night. She parked in a spot near the one from last night, she walked the same pathway, and walked to the same desk with the same man sitting behind it. He just looked at her, remembering her as the woman from last night who really didn't look like she belonged there. He scoffed at her before nodding his head towards the elevator. The elevator still had that same suffocating filling with its tacky green carpet; she almost felt like she was walking into a death trap. 'If only I had grabbed' she repeats to herself, but beating herself up over it is futile. Leaving Kennedy's stuffed animal behind is an honest mistake, something that will be easily fixed. Yet, somehow it made her feel like a desperate little girl crawling back to get one last glimmer at her ex-girlfriend.

The elevator dings to let her off on the floor and Y/n decides she's going to make this trip as short as possible. She has to build herself up with every step she takes towards Natasha's apartment door. In just these few, short seconds, she reminds herself a hundred times that it won't be like last night. She knocks on the door and waits a few seconds for someone to answer. There is no sound of shifting or any movement behind the door, so she knocks again. Another bout of silence and she worries that she's missed Natasha. She checks her phone again and still hasn't received any other texts or calls from the redhead. She almost panics until she finally hears something from behind the door.

The door flies open, a bit abrasively, and although Y/n prepared herself for this moment, she was not prepared for a blonde woman to be opening the door. The woman looked her up and down and had a bit of a snarl on her face as if Y/n was interrupting her precious time. And now Y/n can't help but wonder, is this Natasha's girlfriend?

"Who are you?" The blonde asks, her accent hard to ignore.

Y/n felt a suffocating lump form in her throat. Her vision turned a bit blurry and she wondered if it was because of tears forming in her eyes, but nothing fell from her eyes. She felt unexplainable — something close to jealousy, but she would never admit that.

"Who are you?" She tries to sound just as bold as the blonde staring her down. She's sure her voice shook without her even realizing it.

"No, no, you first."

Y/n folds rather quickly, timidly introducing herself, "I'm Y/n...I know Natasha. I'm here to grab something."

"Hmm," is all the blonde says, as if she doesn't believe Y/n or trust her. Y/n can't really blame her, but if Natasha had someone here at her apartment then she should've at least told Y/n that. "I'm Natasha's sister."

She had expected the woman before her to say that she was Natasha's girlfriend, but her announcing that she's Natasha's sister stunned Y/n. Her jealousy relaxes but she has not completely calmed down. Now she's so damn confused. Sister? Natasha has never mentioned any siblings let alone a sister. In fact Natasha didn't talk much about her upbringing when they were dating. Any time she mentioned her younger years, nothing she said insinuated that she had a sister.

"Oh...okay," Y/n looks stuck on stupid, but she's in a state of shock. "I'm Y/n. I'm here to just pick something up," she responds in a low voice.

"I know. She told me, it's some toy right?"

Y/n felt a little annoyed seeing that Natasha's "sister" knew she was coming and still decided to act so cold towards her. Her annoyance doesn't bubble to the surface and she replies shyly with a "yes."

"Well, come in and get it."

She steps to the side and gives her space to come in as if she had been welcoming to her all along. Despite her somewhat dropping the uptight, bitchy act, Y/n is nervous just being around her. It's not surprising that someone related to Natasha is this intimidating. She was probably acting like that on purpose.

Yelena didn't know who to expect when she opened the door but it certainly wasn't Y/n. Natasha didn't tell her much about her or who she is to Natasha, but Yelena is not stupid. She is almost sure that this the ex Natasha had briefly mentioned recently. Yelena is the last person to be concerned with her sister's dating life, but she's starting to feel like having a bit of fun. Y/n is probably not that much younger than her but something about her makes her seem like a timid teenager, which is ironic since she allegedly has a kid. Yelena doesn't know much, but she wants to.

Kennedy's giraffe sits on the couch alone and Yelena grabs it to hand it to Y/n. To her it looks completely tattered and useless

"Funny how things like that hold such sentimental value to small humans."

"Yeah," Y/n's voice is thin, overcome by the awkwardness of this entire situation. "Well thank you, but I should get going."

"You don't have to leave so soon you know. Natasha might be coming back at any moment," Yelena was under the impression that this whole "leaving" the stuffed animal behind was just an excuse to be able to come back. Now Yelena isn't so sure about that when she sees the look on Y/n's face change at the mere mention of her sister. She doesn't seem thrilled by the idea of seeing her again which makes Yelena curious, "you don't want to see her? I thought you were an old friend?"

"I'm not too sure," she's not too sure about what? Y/n pauses before deciding which question to answer. "I'm not too sure if I should stay."

"Who are you to my sister?" She flat out asks. Y/n doesn't seem like the type that easily gives information out, it's going to take a bit of prying on Yelena's end. "She randomly started talking about you a few days ago and now you're popping up at her house. I can't help but be curious about who my sister has coming around."

There is something about Yelena that is much more intimidating than Natasha. She feels obligated to answer even though it's really none of her business. She's on edge because she's being questioned, and because Natasha never told Yelena about them. Natasha's friends from back then knew, but for some reason Natasha didn't tell her own sister.

"We kind of used to date."

"What does 'kind of' mean? You either dated or you didn't."

"We did date."

"When?"

"Years ago..."

"How old are you?"

"27."

"So years ago...you mean when you were 23...24?"

"It was when I was in college...so I was 19."

Beyond the line of questioning making her feel like she's being interrogated for a crime, Y/n felt embarrassed to answer her questions, especially the one about her age. Yelena has that same look of condescension in her eyes that Y/n has seen from Natasha before — maybe it's a family thing.

"You know, I don't know much about my sister's past. She keeps everything to herself — hell she didn't even tell me where she worked for the longest time. But she can be a bit sloppy with keeping things a secret, yet she hasn't mentioned your relation to her at all." The relationship between Natasha and Yelena is complicated, more than complicated. She didn't expect to be all buddy-buddy with her sister after all these years. However, at the same time it makes no sense to be so secretive when there is no threat. Yelena can imagine that there are probably things about Natasha that Y/n knows and she doesn't. The possibility of finding out more leaves her excited, and quite frankly, nosy. "But, what I do know about my sister is that you don't seem to be her type.

"What do you mean?"

While still being private, there had been instances where Natasha had slipped up and mentioned a few women here and there. It wasn't in relation to work so Yelena assumed they were romantic partners in some way. She's also witnessed women approaching her sister whenever they go to Bucky's bar and how Natasha would flirt back with them. None of those happenings lead to an official relationship which didn't surprise Yelena; their parents fucked them up raising them so strictly, of course Natasha wouldn't be able to easily form healthy romantic bonds.

Yelena isn't dumb, she knows when two people are simply just fucking each other for personal satisfaction. Nothing about Y/n screams that she would enjoy being just a one night stand or someone's fuck buddy. She's 27 yet looks a bit younger and seems very shy; that just doesn't seem like Natasha's type at all. The women Natasha liked to fool around with had extensive career history's and a name for themselves. Yelena doubts much would come up about Y/n if she tried to google her.

"Well for one you seem really young, and I don't mean age wise. Natasha has a particular taste, and she only has so much patience for someone. I can't imagine her having the patience to deal with a 19 year-old."

Yelena didn't mean it in an offensive way, but that's how Y/n took it. It's hard for her to retaliate because she assumes that Yelena probably knows more about Natasha than she does because they're siblings. A pout forms on her face that makes her look even more childish in the eyes of Yelena, and this need to prove herself (and her past relationship) rears its head.

"She was patient with me," Y/n responds defensively. She didn't want to defend Natasha per say, but whatever Yelena is thinking in her head is wrong in her eyes. Natasha hadn't told her a thing about their relationship if she didn't know who she was when she answered the door, so everything is just an assumption. "She was nice to me...she was good to me."

"Who broke up with who."

The silence coming from someone who randomly grew a spine confirmed what Yelena assumed.

"That's what I thought. Natasha likes being in control, which is why she's so good at her job but her personal life is the way it is. She's not the easiest person to understand. I'm her sister and I tried but she doesn't let anyone get inside of her head. I can't blame her for making that her coping mechanism." Yelena notices Y/n shifting uncomfortably on her feet, "you can sit if you want."

"I probably should go now."

"Aww, you're really going to leave me? I was just getting comfortable with you. I like talking to you -- you're not the best conversationalist, but you're better than Natasha's weird friends. You should stay, really. Just five more minutes, okay?"

She struggles to see the benefit in continuing to talk to Natasha's sister but she feels like she has no choice. Talking to her won't give her the answers to the impossible questions she has, but something tells her it's worth a shot to try to leave her having learned something. Plus it's human curiosity that makes her badly want to know what Natasha has said about her. She can risk being a little late heading back to work, god knows she isn't the only one who bends the rules a little bit.

"Natasha should've known she wouldn't have been able to make it today. She's a workaholic, she probably wouldn't leave work even if she was about to die. She's always been like that, hasn't she?"

"I guess so. She always would talk about work and seemed to be working a lot, but it was hard to tell since I was in school," Y/n answers truthfully.

"What college did you go to?"

"Brecker."

"Ah, the one south of here like an hour away, right?"

"Yea."

Y/n felt a bit uncomfortable, and her body language shows it. She knows herself better than to think the pressure wouldn't make her fold.

"And you have a daughter?"

"Well, she's technically not my daughter, but I am raising her."

"You must've been really special for Natasha if she let you bring a kid over. Her and Wanda go way back and yet she still gets all stiff around her kids. Did you ever meet Wanda? I shouldn't assume you know all of her friends."

"I met her once, at Natasha's birthday party years ago."

"She invited you to her birthday party? That's almost as rare as her actually doing something on her birthday."

Y/n is unsure what Yelena was trying to do. Was she just speaking truthfully, or is she trying to make her feel special? It has been beaten into her over and over that Natasha is not the relationship type, so that would mean their relationship was something "different"; but if it was so different, why did it end the way it did?

"I'm sure Natasha has someone around," Y/n finally speaks up. She couldn't listen to all the ways her relationship with Natasha was out of the norm for the redhead without it getting to her. "Wouldn't she get bored of working so much and so hard?"

"I thought the same thing but apparently she hasn't tired herself out yet. Natasha would never make it obvious though. I don't think she talks to many people these days besides me, and occasionally Bucky and Wanda. She's definitely not screwing anyone if that's what you're worried about."

"I-I'm not worried about that...I don't like Natasha like that anymore."

"I wouldn't be so fond of someone who dumped me either. She was the one that did the dumping, right? I only assume so because I don't think Natasha would ever put herself in a situation to be dumped."

"I don't hate Natasha. It was upsetting when it happened, but it's been years -- I've moved on," Y/n's voice shakes again, not because she's nervous but because she knows she's lying to both Yelena and herself. It feels alien to be playing defense for her ex because it's a proxy to defend herself. "She was nice to me and great while we were together. I don't...I don't think it was meant to last but that doesn't mean it wasn't good."

"You know, Y/n, every time you talk about the relationship, you don't sound so sure of what you're saying. If it wasn't good, you can just say that. I'm not going to go back to Natasha and snitch on you."

"You can't just make that assumption of people," Y/n says bitterly, "you yourself said you don't understand much about your own sister, so what makes you think you can understand a relationship that ended years ago?"

"Because you're not good at masking how you truly feel. You're not like Natasha."

"I'm nothing like Natasha, I don't want to be like her," Y/n clutched onto the stuffed giraffe as if she was the same age as Kennedy. She felt herself becoming so angry to where she couldn't control her words. "Of course you're Natasha's sister, you're a huge fucking bitch."

She's out of there in seconds, not waiting for any snarky response from Yelena and not giving a damn about slamming the front door to Natasha's apartment shut. She was angry at both Yelena and Natasha, but she was also embarrassed. She had cracked under pressure and snapped which is out of character for her. She felt an ounce of regret for calling Yelena a bitch, but she can't take it back.

Y/n is uncertain if this will get back to Natasha and if this will lead to them falling out. She can't imagine that Natasha and Yelena are on the best of terms, but after last night's dinner and what happened today, she and Natasha aren't really any better. She feels so stupid for not being able to control her emotions at her age, but at the same time it felt so liberating.

-

The day after the breakup was the most bitter day for Y/n, and Y/n alone.

The end of the semester was near, people had their plans for break, and everyone was filled with joy for the looming summer. The shared happiness left Y/n feeling jaded. She didn't share the news to her two friends in fear that they would insist on talking about it when all she wanted to do was pretend that it didn't happen. It was embarrassing that she wasn't even worthy enough to be dumped in person. So she kept quiet about what had happened the night before. In turn, her friends carried on like everything was just fine, and she felt like they (and everyone else) were smearing their happiness in her face.

Things didn't get much better when she went home for that hot summer. She was back at home with her parents and any self of sense that she had gained while away from home had been utterly crushed. She was too caught in her inner-whirlwind to give a damn about her parent's constant bickering and the signs of infidelity coming from both of them. She was so bogged down in her own thoughts of despair that she willingly accepted a volunteer position at the church she attended as a child. The broken AC-unit made it feel hotter than hell and the memories of her youth wouldn't leave her alone; but they drowned out the hurt if only a little bit.

But, the moment she became good at tuning out those rowdy kids, her mind drifted to that place of hurt. Not even as a kid did she have such an active imagination like she did that summer. Every moment she closed her eyes, even for a small second, she imagined that night. But, it was always a re-imagination of it going a completely different way; it somehow worked out in her favor. The one thing she never did was imagine that Natasha didn't break up with her. Them actually no longer being together was hard to fathom, but somehow she accepted that more than the way it happened. What she wanted was for herself to not have sounded so helpless on the phone. She had felt like thousands eyes were on her despite being alone in the student lounge. She wondered if her desperation had traveled and everyone down the halls could hear it. It ate her up inside wondering so much. The only thing she knew would make her alleviate even some of the pain was "sorry."

"I'm sorry...I'm really, really sorry."

Y/n looks up at her ex-girlfriend standing in front of her and she feels like a young college girl again. The first drops of rain are beginning to fall, but they're safely situated under the structure of her hotel's building. She gave Natasha the name of it, but she didn't expect her to come and beg for her forgiveness. Y/n leaned against the building, looking down at her worn shoes instead of Natasha. Kennedy is upstairs in the hotel alone, fast asleep with Raffie tucked safely under her arms. Y/n felt like an awful "parent" for leaving her alone for just a second. The text from Natasha asking her to come downstairs was compelling enough to sneak away for a moment. Natasha sounded so apologetic about what happened earlier with her sister that Y/n couldn't miss the opportunity to see her in person. When she does bring her eyes up to her ex-girlfriend's face, she feels a little bit of satisfaction to see the lines of age and stress.

But, why does Natasha show more remorse for her sister saying a few shitty things that pale in comparison to what she did.

Y/n says nothing as Natasha tries to explain why her sister is "like that" and make up for what she had done. If Y/n is being honest being honest, she isn't sure what to make of her ex- girlfriend's behavior.

"Natasha," her interjection was too quiet to overtake Natasha's ranting voice. She has never seen Natasha look so...clumsy. "Natasha," she calls her name again and it finally stops her ex from going off about her unruly sister, so Y/n continues, "it's okay."

Her response is simple, and it's almost shocking to Natasha. She was expecting Y/n to be pissed because that's how she would feel. Yelena had no right to pry into her life like that.

"I'm sorry," she says again but this time it isn't followed by a long-winded explanation about Yelena's behavior.

"Since when did you have a sister?" Y/n asks in a joking tone. She felt so awkward just leaning there against the wall while others walked by, so she had to do something to lighten the mood.

"It's a long story," Natasha says with a sigh."

"Kind of like the one about Kennedy and I?"

"Pretty much."

The mood had calmed down but not the rain. "You know you're going to get caught in a storm," she changes the subject. She isn't sure why Natasha is still here and not trying to make it home before the weather and traffic get worse.

"I know -- I've been caught in worse."

Y/n almost wanted to roll her eyes and laugh. She feels like she's seeing a different side of Natasha; one that is a bit pathetic.

"It's not a big deal Natasha. Your sister is just nosy, which I guess I understand especially since I'm essentially a stranger just showing up to your place. But I don't ever want to see her again," Y/n says bluntly. Natasha shouldn't have expected anything else, but for some reason she's stunned by Y/n she just said.

"O-Okay." It's not like she ever planned to have Yelena and Y/n in the same room again, but Y/n's declaration implies something she's not too sure what to make of. "You won't see her again," she continues.

"Good."

Y/n nods her head and Natasha copies her action.

The two of them have no business staying out here as long as they are, taking up each other's time. Last night was different because Natasha invited her over as the polite and kind thing to do. This "apology" could've been done over the phone, Y/n believes, but Natasha thought otherwise. People scurry into the hotel as the rain pours harder and the two idiots who still dare to stand outside just stare at each other. Y/n's inner battle of wanting to be angry versus wanting to be the "bigger person" has her frozen right now. Natasha is almost deathly afraid of what Y/n might say or do next and that has her stuck in the same spot too.

Y/n can only blame herself for leaning forward and getting close enough to Natasha where their lips are almost touching each other. She was going to do something stupid, but she has made stupid decisions along the way in her journey into adulthood. She realizes that she can't hate Natasha. No matter what happens, she cannot bring herself to hate Natasha. She was angry for years over what happened, but she never hated her.

"You should go," she says suddenly, before she can do something "stupid", and Natasha follows her words like an order.

All Y/n gets is a "see you around" and a small wave. She wanted more than that, but can't blame anyone other than herself.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff fanfic #mcu #mcu fanfic #mcu imagines #f/f #f/f fanfic #fic

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

A day at the farmers market with  cottagecare!Harry

Summary: The styles family spends a day at the farmers market :) 

warnings: possible swearing

“Morning” Harry yawns, coming downstairs, walking down the creaky steps of their cottage. “Good morning, honey” Y/n softly calls, whipping something up in the kitchen, making what looks to be a mixed berry smoothie. Harry yawns, wrapping his arms around his little girl and kissing her cheek multiple times, saying a good morning. She clings to his Henley, saying good morning to him while she smacks on her fruit. 

Harry pulls his little boy out of the bassinet he was laying in, smiling down at him and kissing his forehead. “What are you making, dovie?” Harry asks, patting Forests bum. Y/n scoops out the dark purple colored smoothie like substance out of the blender, putting it in a mason jar- like almost every other thing in their kitchen. “It’s baby food,” Y/n says, holding a small multi-colored baby spoon up to Forrest's lips with the thick baby food on it. The little boy opens his mouth the smallest bit, taking the spoon in. 

“My love, we can just buy that.” Harry says, making Y/n shake her head. 

“And we can just buy a lot of things we make but I’m not feeding my baby’s that crap.” Y/n says, pulling Forest into her arms. 

“The farmers market opens today,  I want to go up there and look around then sell some of our stuff. I love doing that” Harry explains, going back over to violet and giving her a hug. The almost two year old clings to her daddy, Harry pulling her out of the chair and up into his arms, giving her a proper morning cuddle. “That would be nice. The weather is a bit rainy today though,” Y/n hums, reaching up to find a lid for the mason jar before stashing the baby food away in their vintage fridge. 

Y/n sets a bowl of oats and berries down next to Harry, giving him a peck before telling Violet that she needs to finish her breakfast. Violet's face scrunches up, covering her daddy’s mouth. “Icky!” She says, making the couple laugh. “Go eat your breakfast, sweet pea” Harry says, letting her down from his arms and letting her toddle her way back over to her own seat. 

“M’ I love this weather” Y/n sighs, opening a window, welcoming the fresh breeze in their stuffy cottage, the fresh scent and sound of rain now hammering through their home. “Know y’ do” Harry smiles, Y/n joining them at the wooden table, setting her own bowl down, Forest latched to her. 

“It’s the perfect day to go to the farmers market, just have to dress the little ones for the colder days.” Y/n says, Harry giving her a warm sleepy smile, reaching over to give her hand a squeeze. “I bet the ducks are enjoying this” Harry adds, Y/n nodding at his words and Violet clapping her hands together while she munches on some honey covered fruit. The honey from their own bees they take care of, outside in their brood box. 

“Definitely,” Y/n breaths, letting her eyes fall closed for a second to let the sound of the rain relax her before opening them back up, diving into her breakfast. 

**

“Honey, have you seen my glasses?” Harry asks, trudging down the stairs, ready for a day at the farmers market. He’s dressed in a ribbed cotton shirt- a warm brown color, along with a pair of brown plaid pants to go with it, some daisies stitched in the pockets that he asked Y/n to add just for him, and a forest green beanie to keep his curls from getting wet- but all he needs are his glasses to finish the look. “I’ll give you two guesses, baby” Y/n says, packing some small snacks for Violet while they are gone for a good chunk of the day. 

“Do you have them?” Harry asks, rounding his way to the kitchen, seeing his circle lenses on the top of her head. “How did you know?” She teases, Harry shrugging and pulling them from her and onto his eyes, pushing them up his nose. 

“Let’s go,” Y/n sings, pulling Forest into her arms and pulling the diaper bag onto her shoulder. Harry reached out for his daughter, holding a hand out for her. “Come here, little one” Harry calls out for violet, she stampers over to her daddy after placing her crayons down. She reaches for his hand, Harry pulling her up instead, resting her on his hip. 

They walk out of the cottage, locking the door and walking out of the gate. They walk over to their Volkswagen bus, a white and orange one. They originally got it because they both love the sixties aesthetic of it and it was a good way to haul everything from their little farm, but now they have grown to love it for more than just farm usage. “Let’s buckle you up,” Harry coos, placing Violet in her car seat while Y/n buckles Forest in his much larger car seat, making sure he is comfortable and secure. Harry makes sure Violet is comfortable before sliding the door shut and getting in the driver's seat. 

**

“Did you bring a lot of honey?” Y/n asks, cradling Forest to her chest, patting his bum softly while Violet sets behind them, snacking on some grapes. She’s a hungry girl. 

Harry nods, setting mason jars over the while fold out table that was already set up at the farmers market, under a small canopy “Yeah, and I brought some pumpkin jam too” Harry notes, setting everything up in rows, organizing them and grouping them all together neatly into their separate categories. Y/n nods, kissing Forest's hand, warming up her small baby. Harry turns, wrapping his arms around violet in a warm hug, resting his chin on top of her head. She wraps her small arms around him, giving him a squeeze. “I love you” Harry says, kissing her head. 

“Love you!” Violet says, making Harry smile, kissing her cheek. Y/n holds Forest up, looking at him suspiciously. “Babe, I need to go change Forest” Y/n says, stepping out of the beige topped canopy and grabbing the diaper bag she had packed just before they left. Harry nods, pulling violet close to him. They hate that they are such ‘helicopter parents’ but they can’t help it, they both mainly work from home and they love their children more than anything in this world. “Okay, I’ll just keep Violet close to me.” Harry hums, playing with the small pig tails that spring on the top of violet's hair. “So you don’t get stolen because you are so cute!” Harry coos, making Y/n give him a strange look, walking back to their bus. 

Harry sells a couple jars of honey and some strawberry jelly while they are gone, coming back with a blue knit hat on Forest’s head, a big embroidered bumble bee on the front of it. “Where did you find that, honey?” Harry asks, violet standing in front of him, playing with his wedding ring. “A lady sold it at her stand so I bought it from her” she says, tucking Forest in his car seat and giving him a small stuffed animal that has a rattle in the belly- it’s one of his favorite toys. 

“Do you think he’s gonna stay blonde?” Harry asks, the boy only having a thin layer of hair coating his head, it’s a blonde color- almost just like Harry’s when he was a toddler. Even though Harry had the beautiful luscious locks that he has now he didn’t really start getting hair until he was around one year old. “Probably not,” Y/n says, holding a hand out for violet. 

“Hello,” an older woman sings, making the couple turn their head, putting on a warm smile to welcome the customer. “Hi!” Violet chirps, making everyone laugh, Harry softly rubbing her back. “You two look so young! Are these your kids?” She asks, the couple nodding, Y/n trying to calm the slightly fussy baby. It’s noisy at the farmers market and Forest needs to sleep, he is only three months after all. 

“How old are you two?” She makes light conversation while picking out a couple of jars of jam and a jar of honey looking over all the different items they are selling today. “I’m twenty four and she is twenty three” Harry says, the woman nodding. She looks around some more, picking out some of their fruit before letting Harry ring her up. 

“So you make this all yourself?” The woman asks, looking at the mason jar with twine wrapped around the neck of it, a tag on it that reads ‘strawberry jam’ in Y/n's chicken scratch handwriting. “Yeah, we have a big garden and some bees, we make it all ourselves” he says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and humming while the woman hands him the money. Violet clings to his leg while he talks to the woman, her arms wrapped around his thigh and her face shoved into his leg, Harry softly rubbing her back and giving it light scratches every now and then. 

“Thank you,” the woman sings before walking off, her goodies all wrapped up in a paper bag Harry had given her. “Thank you!” Harry cheers back, bending down and wrapping Violet in a hug, “‘m tired, daddy” Violet says, Harry nodding and rubbing her back, her shirt rising up and exposing her soft back. “I know, pumpkin, I know” Harry says, pulling her up on his hip and holding her close to him, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. 

“Foggy,” Violet says, patting Harry’s chest. Harry nods, walking over to his wife and opening the diaper bag, finding Violets (rather large for her size) frog plushie that Harry had actually made for her. “Here, love-bug,” Harry says, Violet taking her frog in her arms and cuddling it, laying her head back on her daddy’s shoulder, trying to sleep. 

“He’s asleep,” Y/n says, Harry turning and seeing his boy asleep in his car seat, mouth open. Harry chuckles, softly scratching Violets back. 

A large man comes up, suspenders attached to his hefty jeans, he must be a farmer. He looks through some of their stuff, his big husky hands grabbing at one of their jars of pepper jelly. He grabs a jar of honey, some peaches, and jalapenos, setting it all down in front of Harry. “Is this all for you?” He hums, trying to be polite to the intimidating man, stuffing it all into a paper bag with the arm that wasn’t cradling Violet to his chest. 

The man nods, breathing harshly through his nose. Harry nods, sliding the bag towards him, “Fourteen dollars,” he says, the man nodding and digging some money out of his dark leather wallet, plucking a few bills out and handing them to Harry. 

“Thank you!” Harry chirps, shoving the money in the little tin box. The man nods, taking his bag and walking off, leaving the family alone again. 

**

“I’d say we did pretty good today” Harry says, the day now dwindling down, finally putting the remnants of what they hadn't sold up. Their jars on a shelf and their fruit and veggies stored either on the fridge or on their big fruit and veggie baskets. “Yeah, we sold a lot. I’m just happy we still got a good chunk of our blueberry jam, Violet loves that stuff” Y/n says, making her husband nod, organizing everything to his liking. 

“Yeah, I didn’t expect our lavender syrup to sell that well but the sweet old lady’s seemed to be very interested.” Harry notes, chuckling at the memories of today. Y/n nods, the warm lighting of the cottage comforting her- only candles and a few warm colored lamps to light their dark house. “Yeah, I didn’t expect anyone to buy the dandelion lemonade because of the flower but they were very interested.” Y/n says, coming up behind Harry and rubbing his knotted shoulders, rubbing out all the aches and pains from today. 

“Next time let’s bring some of our baked goods, I’m sure everyone would adore your angel food cake.” Harry says, making Y/n giggle, wrapping her arms around her husband. “I only make that for you and Violet” she says, resting her head on his back and cuddling into him. 

Harry’s chest rumbles with a soft chuckle, nodding as he places the last jar of pepper jelly in front of the other, “I’m sure they would love your lavender and poppy-seed muffins then” Harry adds, Y/n nodding. She does enjoy baking, especially trying out new recipes with the huge garden she has access to, fresh ingredients, eggs and fresh milk constantly coming through. Harry is the better one in the kitchen though, but she won’t admit it. 

“I wanna make some sun tea tomorrow, what should I make?” Y/n asks, placing a kiss on the back of her husband's shoulder. Harry pulls her arms around himself even tighter, giving her wrists a squeeze after. “Whatever you would like, and you could add some lavender and lemon to it” he says lowly, his voice getting more deep and scratchy as the clock ticks later. He leans back into her, resting his head on the short space of her shoulder. Placing a kiss on his cheek she noses over his hairline, “yeah,” 

“Let’s go to bed,” Harry says, picking up the kitten that had jumped on the kitchen counter and placing it back on the ground with a scratch to their head. “Let’s,” Y/n agrees, grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs, tracking up to their bedroom to start their nightly routines and head to bed.

A/n: HI! this posted early :( I think I accidentally set it to the wrong time. Thank you to everyone who read and reblogged the first part of my cottage core series, you're all so sweet, it really does mean a lot. My requests are open!! so please request some ideas for cottage core harry!!! This isn't like a consistent story, its more like blurbs that sorta go together. I have part three done already and it will be posted possible later next week since its Sunday for me now :)!!! thank you to everyone again! sorry for the early post and please request some blurb ideas for cottage core Harry :))))))

#sorry its so short :/ #and its kinda all over the place #so sorry its a mess! #but thank you for reading! #you've all been so kind <3 #it means so much to me #Dad!Harry #cottagecore!harry #dadrry #harry styles x reader #harry x reader #Harry styles one shot #harry one shot #harry styles #harry #harry imagine #harry styles imagine #harry styles AU #writing #fic #fanfiction

[positivityfortoday]

☀ PositivityForToday’s 10K Celebration ☀

There are SO many things worth living for and reasons to smile and be happy! With the help of my lovely followers/friends, I have compiled a list of 1,000 things that make people happy, for my 10,000 amazing followers! Hopefully, this list is able to help you, make you feel better, or give you a reason to smile today! 

☀ 1,000 Happy Things ☀

Seeing cows while driving

Moss on really old fallen trees 

Seeing a lil baby you don't know in public, and they smile at you!!!

Parents doing their kids hair or just people doing someone they care about’s hair

Really ragged old and well-loved stuffed animals 

When the dandelions start blooming

Spring blossom

Daffodils

Bluebells

Sharks

When you're sitting outside your house or something and people passing by wave and say hi

That feeling in the summer when you have your window open and you're listening to your favorite music

When someone does a hobby just because they enjoy it even if they aren't the best at it

Comfort shows and books

People speaking their native languages

When my brother gets something to eat and always gets me something he knows I like

When I finish a crossword 

When I see something that reminds me of someone I care about

Paintings

My best friend (I love her so much shhhh don't tell her)

My dog! I love him 

My little sisters! Adorable, creative, and very witty. I love them

Music! I get the happy shaky feelings and just,,, y e a h/listening to songs

Singing! Especially for band practice!

Sunlight beams in the morning

The moon

Eagles

That feeling when you’re with friends and you’re all laughing so loudly, and you just feel complete

Talking to my favorite people/talking to my best friend

Sunrises and sunsets

Seeing the stars

Cats

Butterflies/Moths

Snails

Warm sunshine

Purple gel pens

Hugs

My children

Sunny days

Beautiful views

Spending time with my family and friends

Playing badminton

Cycling

Playing with little kids

Playing with dogs

Whales

Animals doing daft things 

Talks and walks with my son 

Morning breakfast and coffee 

A good spicy lunch

Laying in my bed at night and just checking on current affairs and news

My boyfriend

My friends 

Art

Owls

Minecraft

Voice acting

Petting my dog

Smelling Flowers 

Feeling a cold thing when I’m warm or a warm thing when I’m cold 

Giving and getting kisses

Random texts from friends

Coffee flavored chocolate 

Singing

Moths with big white wings

Underdone scrambled eggs

A rainy night

Bubbles

That first warm day of spring

Going on hikes

Being outdoors

Candy

Chocolate 

The smell of playdoh 

Taking photos

Getting new clothing 

Candles

Birdwatching

Going on picnics

Writing poetry

Reading books

The holidays

Making people smile/laugh

Coffee

A nice warm blanket

Eating ice cream

Snow globes

Lightning bugs

Flowers after the snow melts

The smell of rain

Sitting on the steps early in the morning

Being the first to wake up

The feeling I get after running

The comfort of a favorite shirt

My girlfriend 

Family

Random acts of kindness

Babies

When I play with my dog by pretending to run at her and she goes crazy with excitement 

My cat 

Rain

Baking

Piano (playing or listening)

Small flowers

Flowy skirts/dresses

Wholesome romances

Hearing a song for the first time and loving it immediately 

Playing my flute

Horses

Listening to vinyls on a record player

When someone remembers a little detail about you

Painting my nails

Doing yoga

Doing exercise

Beating a personal record

Rainbows

Making crafts

Taking a shower after a long day

Going to the zoo

Going on vacation

Being at the beach or near water

Watching Netflix

Going to the movie theatre

Watching a live play at a theatre

Learning something new

Teaching someone how to do something 

Toasting marshmallows and eating S’mores 

Cupcakes

Seeing a shooting star

Taking a nap

When someone compliments me

Decorating my room

Picnics

My favorite band

My favorite celebrities

My favorite actors

Setting a new goal

Collecting rocks

Putting on fresh clean sheets

Seeing Christmas lights

Listening to birds chirping

Giraffes

Camping

Sitting by a bonfire

Eating mashed potatoes

Bullet journaling

Driving in the car with the windows down

Dancing

Looking at pretty pictures

Concerts

Funny jokes/puns/memes

Fireworks

Sparklers

Pretty clouds

My favorite shoes

Getting new art supplies

Making photo edits

Making gifts for my friends and family

Getting gifts from people 

Balloons

Succulents 

Playing an instrument

Drinking a nice cup of tea

Iced tea on a summer day

Eating fresh fruit

Getting my hair braided 

Eating at a restaurant 

Being on a boat

Swimming

Making new friends

Finding an animal in nature 

Pumpkins and pumpkin patches

Carving pumpkins 

Autumn and all the beautiful colors

Acting for theatre

Making video edits

Wearing a costume for Halloween

Dressing fancy

Finding four leaf clovers

Pressing flowers

Scrap booking

Handwritten letters

Stickers

Hummingbirds

Elephants

Eating breakfast 

Gardens

Inspirational quotes

Wearing my favorite necklace 

Baby animals 

Little streams and ponds

Foxes

Sun shining through trees

When it’s foggy out and you can see dew drops on plants and spider webs

Being on a swing

Finally accomplishing a goal you’ve been working on 

When a new season of your favorite show comes out

Doing my makeup

Cleaning and organizing 

Daydreaming 

Taking a bath

Christmas 

Watching funny videos

Wearing sweaters and hoodies

Fuzzy socks

Helping people 

Little figurines and objects

Popcorn 

Brownies

Looking out the window 

Wolves

Opening a window for fresh air

The smell of coffee 

Watching YouTube videos 

Getting a haircut 

Seeing a deer in the woods 

Watching birds fly

Finding shapes and objects in the clouds 

The smell of fresh laundry

When someone tells me something reminded them of me

Stepping on crunchy leaves

Animal crossing

My switch

Softball/baseball

Basketball

Soccer

Seeing cool cars/old cars

Rollerblading

Drawing with chalk on a sidewalk

Going to bed early

Stargazing

Making progress

Checking things off my to-do list

Taking Polaroid pictures

Going for walks

Jogging

Going to the library

Starting a new book

Finishing a good book

Playing board games

Koalas

Slippers

Big trees

Sunlight coming through the windows

Waking up on Christmas morning

Getting book, song, movie, etc. recommendations from my friends

Making music playlists

Finally receiving packages I ordered in the mail 

Baking desserts

When my favorite song comes on

When people make playlists for each other

Finding new characters to ship

Having free time

Sticky notes

Sunbathing

Traveling

Peace and quietness

Alone time

Meeting my step/exercise goal for the day

The people who love me

Soup

Coloring books

Getting into bed after a long day

Pillows

Fandoms

How unique and different everyone is

Getting a lot of work done

Looking forward to my future dream job

Playing video games

Being on Tumblr

Taking time for myself

Practicing self-care

Face masks

Finding money you forgot about

Holding hands

The smell of apple pie

Starting a new tv show

Getting letters in the mail

When the seasons change

Summer

Mugs and teacups

Smoothies

Breakfast food

Disney

Going into the woods/forest

Trying new creative outlets

The smell of sunscreen

Eating the food you’ve been craving

Knowing and feeling that people care

Telling a good story

Laughing so hard can’t stop and your stomach hurts

Late summer nights

Late night drives

Sparkles

Glitter

Listening to people I love talk about their favorite things and what they’re passionate about

Listening to podcasts

Turning up the volume of my music

Putting my headphones in

Blasting my favorite songs through my speaker

People accepting and supporting others for who they truly are

Wearing something cozy

Soft light

Love

Warm weather

A well-rested night

Waking up in the morning and feeling refreshed

Knowing that every day is a fresh start

Well written characters

A book I can get lost in

Sloths

My parents

My siblings

My grandparents

The feeling of sand beneath your feet

Heated blankets

Bagels

Toast

Getting something for free

Samples

Constellations 

Mason jars

Practicing a new skill

Finding a new hobby

Lazy weekends

Mac n cheese

French fries

Having deep conversations with my best friend

New jeans

Going to IKEA

Skirts 

Dresses

Doodling

When other people are happy (especially people I know and love)

Marching band

Sleeping in

Having the day off

Getting new books

Playing guitar

Playing ukulele 

Random compliments

A change of scenery

Cuddling

Waking before the sun is up

Reading old letters

Zebras

Exploring

Building Lego sets

Using photoshop to make edits

Journaling

Walking along the seafront and breathing in time with the waves

A good rom-com or nostalgic show

Writing lists

Pinterest boards

Looking back at my accomplishments

Talking on the phone with a friend or family member

Wrapping presents

A blue sky

Loving someone 

Waterfalls

Washi tape

Penguins

Donuts

The color yellow

Sleepovers

Cooking dinner

Kind gestures

Trust

Inside jokes

Songs that make you feel nostalgic

Seeing other people’s art

Comfy clothes

Wearing pajamas

Calligraphy

When someone calls you by your nickname

Going to Target

The first sunburn of the summer

Ramen noodles

Chinese food

Thrift shopping

Flower fields

Flowers growing in random places, like through a crack in the sidewalk

Writing

Sparkly snowflakes

When it snows on Christmas

Mixing paint colors together

Perfectly shaven legs

Puddles

The color red

Thunderstorms 

The smell of flowers

The ocean 

Adult sized onesies

Driving a golf cart

Fairytales

Cartoons

The color blue

Pasta

AO3

Crickets chirping

Seeing everyone’s houses decorated for the holidays, especially Christmas

Other people sharing what makes them happy

Monkeys

Being understood

When someone texts to make sure I got home safely

Iced coffee

Becoming better at communicating with others

Seeing a friend for the first time in a while

Good morning and good night texts

Drinking a cold glass of water

Deep conversations in the middle of the night

Collecting sea shells

Building blanket forts

Tan lines

Being under lots of blankets

Making better health and money choices

Getting chills from a song even after hearing it countless times 

Liking how I look

Hot chocolate

Finding new music

Buying cute things

Wearing an outfit I really like

When someone tells you how glad they are to be your friend

Gardening

Watching raindrops race down a window 

Trying new food

Finding exactly what I was looking for 

Planning my future

Finding a song that perfectly fits my mood or describes how I’m feeling

Writing little notes to people

When someone tells me I did something good

Eating ice cream on a hot day

Making friends with animals

Going to football games

Seeing people genuinely interested in something

Snow days

The last day of school

Winter break

Spring break

Thanksgiving

New Year’s Eve

Turtles

Sitting outside on a cool summer day

Watching rain

Watching the ocean waves come in

Netflix binges

A new movie release I really want to watch

Driving with a window down for the first time in the spring 

Taking a cruise

Giving helpful advice

Getting helpful advice

Doing a favor for someone who needs it

Someone referencing one of my fandoms or something I love out of no where

Learning and knowing stuff

Doing something physically challenging or scary

Listening to my bedroom fan while I fall asleep

Coming up with a new creative idea 

Finding something I wanted at the store on sale for a good deal

Finishing all my assignments on time or even early

Hugging my dog

Taking my dog for a walk

Teaching my dog a new trick

When strangers stop to say hi to my dog

Listening to audiobooks

The weekend

Finding a new flavor of chapstick

Drinking Kool-Aid, it makes me feel so nostalgic

Watching nature shows on a weekend morning

Watching cartoon shows on a Sunday morning

A good TV show, most likely something I've watched before because that way I know it ends well

A good, delicious comfort meal on a Friday night by myself 

A café in the city centre at noon when it's not filled with the morning rush or afternoon coffee breakers

The stars from my childhood bedroom because they're the brightest here

Listening to my favorite playlist really loud on a long road trip and singing to myself loudly in my car

Having an entire day to myself without interruptions from anyone

Opening the curtains first thing in the morning 

A new jacket

Going to the cinema on a first release day because it's always super exciting and full of people anxious to see a movie they've been waiting for forever

Listening to live music

Riding roller coasters

Going to amusement parks

Lizards

Seahorses

Starfish

Eating fair food

Feeling an instrument vibrate when you’re playing it

Hearing my dog snore

When my dog dreams in his sleep 

Wearing a new piece of clothing for the first time

Feeling the sun on you

Eyes in the sunlight

Seeing city lights

Singing in the shower at the top of my lungs

Looking at someone and them knowing exactly what they’re going to say

Laughing till you cry

Being under a blanket

Going to craft stores

Watching boats

The idea of traveling the world

When my dogs let me lay my head on them

Listening to an old song and having it bring back memories

Candy corn

Crazy socks

Quotes

Fall and the leaves changing color and the crisp feeling in the air

Making snowmen

Making gingerbread houses for Christmas

Making videos with family

Burning a candle

Booping a dog’s nose

Getting letters/notes from people; writing them

Snow globes

Dr. Pepper

Doc martens

Fortune cookies

Potatoes

Easter

Finishing something

Skipping rocks

Warm rain

When someone opens up to you

Finding the right words to say exactly what you wanted

Animal footprints

Eating outside

Fairy lights

The smell of a hotel

Windows

Meeting a new dog

Dolphins

Getting magazines in the mail

Being in the woods as the sun starts to rise and the animals wake up

Warm days

Adirondack chairs

A warm breeze

Clothes and blankets hanging outside to dry

Feeding birds

Aquariums

The color green

Tie dying things

Going to art museums

Going to science museums

New albums from my favorite artists 

Seeing moss in nature

Finding cute little mushrooms 

When a dog wags its tail a bunch and is excited to see me

Playing fetch with my dog

Obsessing over something and having someone to talk about it with

Going on a walk with my best friend and talking about life

Looking at old pictures and reminiscing on good memories

Reading a book that's so good your brain wants to read faster than it can

Laughing with friends about the weirdest things

Being appreciated for doing small things you wouldn't even have thought about yourself because it's something you *just do*

Being creative

Watching animals

A story I can't put down

Stretching

The moment when you listen to a new song/album by your favourite artist

When you're at a concert and anticipating the moment before the band comes out

When at a concert and they play your favourite song live

The moment when someone compliments your outfit 

When you see someone wearing merch of something you like 

Seeing the sunrise/sunset 

Watching the sun rise out of the water or sink down into it as it’s setting

This ecstatic feeling in general when you're just living in the moment with people who love something as much as you do

Hugging my cat and smelling his fur

Listening to my music by myself and singing to it 

Making edits I’m really proud of 

Losing hours in a good book or fanfiction

Writing sentences that I actually like 

My siblings and my parents when they're being chill and funny

Watching my favorite tv shows and movies and yelling about them into the void 

Finding a new good song 

Fresh out of the shower + fresh clean sheets feeling when you go to bed

When I come downstairs in the morning and my dog greets me right at the bottom step with her lil’ tail wagging

Knowing that if I ever needed someone to chat with, someone would be there to lend an ear

Tigers

Lions

When you shuffle your music and the exact song you want to hear plays

When all my family is around the outdoor fire on a summer’s evening

When my nieces and nephews give me squishy kid hugs

Being home alone and being able to cook or bake in the kitchen without disruption

Driving around with a friend in the evenings and just belting our favorite songs

Seaside walks

Disney World

Seeing live theatre

The sun shining on leaves and stone buildings

Dancing when I'm alone

Color-coordinating my outfit

Floating on my back in the sea

The smell of summer nights

The smell of winter mornings

Colorful things/environments

Bunnies

Walking along lakes/rivers/the sea

Spending time in nature

Taking care of my plants

Giving affection to my loved ones

Listening to other people's stories

Reading about people I've never met before or places I've never visited before (especially if they are now just a part of history)

Embroidering

Pandas

Swimming in a river or the sea

Stargazing (my favorite moments usually happen an hour before sunrise)

White-caged-bird

Feeling the breeze when I spin and my heartbeat when I dance for an hour at a time

All the wonderful smells of flowers and colours that nature has to offer

Sharing good laughter with someone

Feeling like I belong

Travelling and discovering new customs of different cultures

Hiking or foraging

That feeling when I'm approaching the end of a really good book and I let myself be engulfed by the fact that it's a unique experience, that I'll never experience as the first time again

Observing my local fauna

Petting and taking care of an animal (double the joy if it is friendly with strangers)

Drinking a good cup of honey tea

Finding a perfume that suits me

Eating something sweet

Enjoying a meal with others

Cat paws tapping on the floor

Dipping a biscuit into tea

Trying to catch leaves falling from the tree

Having sunlight hit your face when you’re napping

Objects that cast a rainbow when the sun shines through them

Seeing patterned shadows

Ambient mood lighting

Sleeping

Wearing jewelry 

Cheese

Playing chess

Fresh air

Going somewhere new

My Mom’s cooking

Being inspired

When someone holding your hand rubs their thumb lovingly in circles

Picking strawberries

Otters

Painting the walls of my room

Wind chimes

Seeing that your favorite people are active online

Finally understanding something you were struggling with

The excitement you get when someone reblogs your writing or art

Getting a new notebook or journal

Appreciation

Validation

When someone tells you they love you and mean it

The smell of freshly baked bread

When my dog falls asleep on me

Making new online friends

Found family

Finishing cleaning my room

When someone lays their head on your shoulder

Doing something right on the first try

Finally sitting down after standing for a long time

Getting goosebumps from hearing or seeing something you love

Seeing a gorgeous view

Loving someone and them loving you back

Freshly baked gooey cookies

When a song comes on and everyone starts singing

When I’m out for a run and it’s hot and it starts raining. Nothing makes me feel more like a human than getting caught in the rain on a run

Swimming in the ocean

When people are talking about something they really love and get carried away trying to explain it all to you

Puppies

Being in the middle of nowhere and actually getting to see the whole sky of stars that you never get to see in a city

Finding people that love the same things you do

 When something silly reminds you of someone you love; like every time I see an orange and green gummy worm I think of my sister

When you’re hugging someone and they squeeze you a little bit before they let go

Weather where you can leave all the windows open in your house

Trampolines

Driving with no destination in mind

Falling asleep to the sound of rain

Hearing other people laugh

Laughing only because you hear someone else laugh and it's just so contagious

The first snowfall of the year

Disney movies

Listening to someone tell stories and they have like 15 side stories in between the main one

Romantic movies

Bubble baths

Smiling between kisses

Wearing sweatpants

A clean house

Pizza

My computer

Cheesy pickup lines

When people tell me they miss me

Cool spring mornings after a storm

My job

Butterflies

New shoes

Oversized shoes

Caramel apples

Volunteering

Meditating

Running my blog

Finding sea glass at the beach

Getting my nails done 

Planning vacation

Hot cider

Telling people I love them

Writing in my gratitude journal

Eating homegrown vegetables, fruit, and herbs

Remembering a good dream I had

Happy endings

Colored pens

Decorating for the holidays

Finishing a really good tv show

Leopards

Summer rain

Thunderstorms where I can just open my window to the full extent and just watch and listen

Calls with my best friend

Seeing a meme and sending it to my friends

Getting an email from AO3

That moment when you get an idea for creating something

Walking barefoot on the grass

Sending thank you notes

Writing events I’m looking forward to on my calendar

Dippin' Dots

Spicy food

Seeing a full moon

Eating cookie dough

Eating seasonal food

Bubble wrap

Going to the car wash and getting rainbow soap

Dark chocolate

Soft blankets

Weighted blankets

Soft drinks with crushed ice

When I get an unexpected phone call from someone I love

Wearing flip flops

Longer daylight hours

Having a BBQ

Frosting cookies

Making cupcakes in the microwave

Watching the Hallmark channel during the holidays

Taking selfies or photos with people I love

Putting on lotion

The smell of a baby’s head

The Office

Online shopping

The smell of freshly cut grass

Surprising my family or friends

Looking at the clock when it’s 11:11

Being productive

Quilts

Doing good on an exam

Someone doing a favor for me (especially when I didn’t ask)

Eating pancakes with syrup

Origami

Sprinkles

Confetti

Waving at people

Giving high fives

Complicated Handshakes between you and your best friend

Naps/feeling well-rested

Eating one of my favorite foods

Hearing good news from/about a friend or family member

Looking at nature (these days it's seeing squirrels in my neighbour's garden and looking at my plants and trees)

When make someone happy or feel like I made a difference (including a satisfied client)

Success (good grades, a gifset that does well)

Hugs from my mom

Learning new things

Chatting with my friends because they’re all amazing people

Group watches of my favorite tv show or movie

That feeling when the house has just been cleaned/when I’m freshly showered

Making jokes/laughing with people

Reading fluffy fanfics

Driving on the road to a destination far away, I love the trip as much as (if not more than) arriving at the actual place

Reading affirmations

Green tea

Getting breakfast or lunch from a nice restaurant 

Learning about topics that won’t benefit me; like Chinese history, geography, ancient flora and fauna, etc. just things that I find cool 

The jokes my girlfriend makes, especially when they’re the same ones she always makes

Stories from the past! Stories from history from people who actually lived through it

Stories in general, just hearing the life experiences of people in completely different positions from me. I love hearing people’s stories

Drawing intricate things, like old buildings, landscapes, and plants

Cooking a nice meal

Grocery shopping and farmers markets especially 

My cat! All of her weird little habits too, like how she stands in front of my feet so I’ll push her where she wants to go 

Botanical gardens

State parks

Museums

Art galleries

Listening to stories my grandparents tell

When people tell me about their life goals and dreams

Being surrounded by the people I love 

Living the best life I can

Partying hard the night away

Daydreaming

Sunflowers always make me smile

Warm tea

Big fluffy clouds in a blue sky

Friendly babies

Hearing a past favorite song

Singing karaoke 

Biking riding

Helping others

Chocolate milk

Sweets and fruits

Having fun doing things I love

Dragons

Video games

My favorite things

Writing

Affection

Exercising

Being on Tumblr

Pinterest

Looking at flowers and plants

Playing with my cats

Chatting with my friends (at the moment it’s through zoom, of course)

Finding new ways to decorate my room

Window shopping

Spending time with my boyfriend

Wearing my favorite outfit/accessory

Eating something delicious

The cool side of my pillow 

Tears of joy

Woodpeckers

Reading poems

Hugging trees

Tree houses

Airstreams/campers

Playing frisbee

Making sculptures

Puppy ears

The first day of spring

The first day of summer

Sending silly photos to my friends

Building sand castles

Winning prizes at the fair or arcade

Marbles

Cacti

Scrolling through my phone

Writing fanfiction

Seeing someone you haven't seen for a really long time

Putting together collages

Printing out photos I love

DIY projects

Sewing 

Crocheting 

Listening to steel drums

Haunted houses

Going through a corn maze

Picking fresh fruit or vegetables

Bubble tea

Starbucks

Dunkin donuts

Disneyland

Disney Princesses

Climbing trees

Finishing errands

Rewatching my favorite episodes

Scrunchies

Milkshakes

Ice cream blizzards

Listening to acoustic versions of songs

Hot tubs

Rubber ducks

Coconut flavored food

Dipping fries in ice cream

Discovering a new type of animal

Seeing hot air balloons

Frogs/toads

Splashing in puddles 

Having plants inside my house

Teddy bears

Iridescent/holographic things

Bird houses

Breakfast in bed

Crystals/gemstones

Ziplining 

Dew drops

Glow sticks

Flower crowns (especially handmade ones)

Spring rain 

Watching other people make art

Lighthouses

Finding heart shaped things in nature

Thinking of getting my own apartment

Coming up with a new recipe for food

Cookbook recipes passed down through families

Bookshelves

Making pretty yogurt bowls

Seaside houses

Flying on planes and being in/above the clouds

Flower bouquets

Looking at and learning about the planets

Fruit snacks

Palm trees

Weeping willow trees

Cherry blossoms

Eating cake

Decorating cakes with eccentric icing designs and colors

Whipped cream

Having snowball fights

Hearing Christmas music

Tattoos

Wearing rings

Green grass

A tidy organized desk with cute desk supplies

My craft room

Hammocks

Little cottages

Cotton candy (and cotton candy flavored things)

Looking at all the paint pallet colors in paint stores

Stamps

Taking silly photos in photobooths

Going to the mall

Making jam, especially strawberry jam

Reading outside

Finding a bird nest and watching eggs hatch

Looking at photos of my family and friends 

Finding old flora and art books

Eating fresh corn on the cob with butter on a summer day

Lily Pads

Icicles

Inner peace

Sitting under a tree

Not having to turn on the light in your room when the sun is shining through

When restaurants have patios you can dine at

Fishing on a pier

Seeing old couples in public

Making gifs

Trees swaying in the wind

Anime

Dying Easter eggs

Laying in the trunk of a car and watching the clouds or stars

Night lights

Flower shops 

Outer space

Kitchens

PB&J sandwiches

Toasted Cheese

LoFi music

Listening to/watching ambience videos

Turtle necks

Peaches

Looking at old maps

Figurines of the earth/globe

Honey and bees

Cheesecake

Seeing footprints in sand and watching them be washed away by waves

Anything related to the moon, stars, and sun

Reading my horoscope (even if I know it’s not real)

Archways decorated with hanging flowers

Yogurt

Pudding

Knowing that I’m not alone

Ancient roman sculptures

Macarons

When someone tells me they care about me

Weddings

Watercolour

Birthday parties 

My brother

My sister

When my dog leaves his bed to lay in the sunlight

Doing mini photoshoots with my friends

Hand making bracelets/necklaces (friendship bracelets)

When someone calls me darling or honey

Love letters

Game night

Skateboarding

Stress balls and squishy toys

Starting something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time

Playing cards

Doing puzzles

Word searches

Kittens

Ordering takeout

Stepping out into the fresh air

Creating vision boards

Getting a massage

Writing positive affirmations

Lunch dates

Standup comedy

Listening to classical music

Nature/animal documentaries

Having someone there to listen to me

Listening to someone when they need it

Accepting myself for who I am

Looking back and seeing how far I’ve come and all the progress I've made

Doing something my future self will be thankful for

Speaking up for myself

Being near loved ones

Finding time for my hobbies

Giving myself time to rest

Saturday mornings

Marrying the one I love

Discovering new things

Going to new cities

My idols

Pastries

Feeling the wind on my face on a car ride

The sensation of music in my ears and like nothing else matters

People who have my best interest in mind

Simplicity

Fulfilling my dreams

Discovering a new ice cream flavor

Knitting

Making myself a priority

Knowing that I am important, and I matter

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[btsficsforthehumble]

adj.: 1. Modern, unfamiliar, or different

2. Not based on or conforming to what is generally done or believed

pairing: reader x ot7

genre: college au; angst, fluff, smut, poly, ot7

Summary: You begin your first year at a prestigious university, set out on achieving your academic goals when a series of men step into your life that change the way you view the definition of love.

Part Four

Warnings: explicit language

Word count: 2k

Your alarm forces you out of a deep sleep at eight on the dot. Groaning, you blindly press the snooze button and flip your face into your pillow, not quite ready to deal with a new day. You let yourself doze for a few minutes, longing for the dark pull of sleep to take you back.

Now, you had to be at your class in under an hour and you were stressed. Seeing how much time had passed in your drowsy state allowed a fire to be lit under your butt, encouraging you to quickly jump in the shower and get ready for the day. All the while, all you wanted to do was answer the call of your abandoned bed.

After rushing around your apartment, you finally stepped out in some light brown corduroys and an embroidered blouse tucked into the waist. A light jacket thrown over top, you felt put together enough to start your day. Even with the rush, you managed to grab a couple of your million muffins from your baking spree yesterday and a to-go mug of coffee. You learned your mistake yesterday, when you showed up to morning classes without caffeine to push you through.

Walking across campus, you watch other students scurry off to their own morning classes. It still being the first week of the semester, most people hadn’t lost the motivation to go to their early classes just yet. You really hope that you won’t fall victim to that… you can’t afford to skip in a class you struggle with.

Once you arrive at your classroom, you head to the same spot you sat last class, and plop your bag down as you get your muffin out to eat before class. Setting it out, you sip your coffee and scroll though your phone, checking your inbox that had accumulated honestly way too many emails overnight.

Your eyes glued to your phone, you don’t even notice when a large hand swipes the muffin right off your desk.

Still absorbed in an email about volunteering for a local animal shelter, you hear someone sit loudly in the seat behind you. Ignoring it, you continue to read though the details of the email --- it looked like the animal shelter for your city, Autumn Leaves Adoption Center, was accepting new volunteers and was looking for students from your university specifically. You had always had a huge soft spot for animals, so you were excited at a chance to spend time helping out.

You glance up from your phone when you finish, and immediately notice your muffin missing from it’s spot on your desk. Bewildered, you begin to search around the classroom with your eyes to locate the stolen baked good. Not finding it with anyone on your sides or in front of you, you swing around to check out the suspects hiding from view.

Ding ding ding!

You found it. Well, you found half of it. The attractive boy that had pestered you yesterday had the other half of your precious muffin stuffed in his cheeks like some sort of squirrel. Caught, he gives the best grin he can with his mouth full, including his eyes crinkling and his eyes shining with mischief.

“Excuse me, you can’t just steal people’s breakfasts right off their desks! Who raised you?!” you whisper yelled. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks from being flustered, and hoped he couldn’t see.

“Wuh yahr warn ehten et,” he replied, cheeks still full.

“Ugh, at least swallow first you animal!”

“Well, you weren’t eating it,” he flashes a grin.

“Um, excuse me sir, who allowed you to go around stealing people’s food the second you deem them to be not interested in it,” you snapped.

“Oohhh, can you say that again?” As he spoke, he raised an eyebrow while his eyes traveled up your body.

“Say what?” Your flat tone gave away your high level of irritation at him.

“Call me sir again, sweetheart. I think you and I both liked it,” he leaned forward as he spoke. His gaze was challenging, almost to see if you were able to handle him.

The truth is, if this asshole hadn’t just stolen your goddamn muffin you’d be happy to do so --- outside of the classroom --- anytime. The guy, you remember being named Taehyung, had gorgeous dark curls that anyone would dream about pulling on. His dark eyes were enigmatic, and by every definition intense. Tanned skin, clear and smooth only made him seem more ethereal. HIs natural looks, coupled with an artistic and sophisticated fashion sense, made him look like a character of a k-drama.

But, this guy had some audacity if you’ve ever seen any. So, you weren’t going to give into his charm as easily as he wanted.

Slowly, you lean forward on his desk, allowing him to get a good view of your tits while you lift a hand to his mouth, to swipe away excess crumbs that had been forgotten during his cookie monster moment. You lightly trace his bottom lip with the pad of your thumb, pushing down just hard enough for the flesh to ripple.

His eyes become more hooded, obviously thinking he had won you over with his charms.

“Why would I call someone sir, if they need to clean up after like a child, hmm?” You dropped your voice as you spoke, not only trying to limit prying ears but also to give yourself a more sultry sound.

You lean back and retract your arm. But instead of letting it drop, you raise the hand you had reached out to him to your face, and pop your thumb into your mouth. While your lips are still encircling your thumb, you let your eyes meet his.

Honestly, you weren’t expecting him to look as affected as he does. His eyes are narrow, surely from your jibe. However, you see that he seems to be breathing a little heavier than before, and that his hands were gripping the edges of his desk with more force than would be considered normal. This makes the veins and tendons pop on his already large and beautiful hands and you can’t help but let your eyes linger on them for a little.

“Mmm, I did a good job with these muffins, I can tell even with just crumbs,” you say after popping your thumb out of your mouth.

Catching you off guard, a cheery voice asks from over your turned around shoulder, “Oooo, are you sharing muffins? I love muffins!”

You turn around in your seat quickly in response. “Oh, uh, yeah.” You bend over and grab the other muffin you brought with you, thinking you’d eat it as a snack later in the day. Oh well.

You hand the muffin over, and quickly realize this is the same guy that sat in front of you yesterday, the cute one with the even cuter smile.

“Yay! Thank you so much! You’re my new favorite person!” he declared. He was giving you a smile even bigger than the one that you had swooned over prior, and really looked like the embodiment of sunshine. “My name is Hoseok, but you can call me Hobi.”

“I’m y/n! And don’t worry about the muffin, I have about a million back at home. I went on a bit of a baking spree yesterday,” you giggled.

You hear a surprised scoff come from behind you. Apparently, Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome is unhappy with the heat you gave him, now knowing that not only did you have much more at home, but had another with you. And you gave it away. You can’t help but let out a small smile at his indignation.

“It’s nice to meet you y/n! I hope I’ll get to have more of your treats in the future, this is delicious!” Hoseok says, already taking a bite.

You give him a wide smile in return. “If you want, I can save you one of whatever I make. I love to bake new things all the time.”

Hoseok begins to reply, but is cut off by the professor starting class. His eyes widen a little, surprised at the intrusion, but quickly sends you an apologetic smile as he turns around to face the lecturer.

Prepared for social hour to be over, because frankly, this was way too much for you at 9 am, you pulled out your notes. As you straighten up, you feel a presence behind your ear. Being this close, you could smell a musky, dark, masculine scent wash over you.

“I hope you save some for me too, sweetheart. I’m a growing boy,” Taehyung huskily murmurs, quiet enough to be missed by anyone else.

Cheeks hot at the double meaning of his words, all you manage to get out was a flat, “No promises.” Hoping to appear unaffected by him, you go right back to paying attention to your professor. Hoseok, in front of you, was oblivious to your and Taehyung’s hushed conversation and was busy scribbling away in his notes. You take a deep breath, and follow suit.

Unfortunately, calculus is as hard as you remember. As the professor lectured, you could feel whatever understanding you had previously drift away. You write notes at a furious pace, in hopes that whatever you copy down you’ll understand at a later time.

You sigh after your professor dismisses class. You are feeling frustrated that even during the first week, you seem to be slipping behind in your understanding of the class material.

“Hey are you okay? Class was a lot today, huh.” Hoseok turned around in his chair to speak, seeming to have caught your pitiful sigh. You glace up to meet his eyes, your expression slightly sheepish.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just not very good at calculus,” you admit with a small smile.

He gives you a sunny smile in return. “Do you wanna study together? I actually like math. I know, I’m strange for that.”

Your eyes widen a little in surprise. He barely knows you but is offering to help you with the subject you struggle with the most. It was a no-brainer.

“Oh my gosh, yes! I’d love to have a study partner for this class. I’m so worried about falling behind.” You feel your face fall into a small pout at your confession.

“Can I join? I’m not too great at math either.” You jump a little, completely forgetting about the human pain in the ass behind you.

“Of course! The more the merrier!” Hoseok beams, looking past you to the boy behind. “I’m Hoseok, but everyone just calls me Hobi.”

“I’m Taehyung, nice to meet you.” He gives Hoseok a grin as he introduces himself, seemingly never not up to trouble.

“You too! Do you guys want to meet tomorrow? We can go to the coffee shop around the corner from here,” Hoseok suggests.

You nod, and Taehyung gives a noise of agreement behind you, before asking, “Do you guys want to trade numbers? That way we don’t have to wait to see each other to get help.”

Internally, you sigh, having a feeling he was going to use your number for more than just that. Regardless, you comply. The three of you swap your phones, inputting your contact information, and stand to exit the classroom as a new stream of students enter waiting for the next class to start.

“Bye guys! See you tomorrow!” Hoseok flashes his signature sunny smile as you depart.

“Bye Hobi!” You smile at him in response. Taehyung gives his own goodbye to the boy.

After Hoseok heads off a different direction, Taehyung leans closer to you to give you your own farewell. “Goodbye y/n, see you tomorrow sweetheart,” he basically purrs at you.

You give him a glare in response. “Bye, Taehyung.” After, you swiftly make your exit. That boy was a handful, to say the least. But, as much as you hate to admit it, he was hot. Like really hot. While Hoseok had that ‘boy next door’ quality, Taehyung oozed sex appeal. You were really going to have to train yourself to act normal around those two, if you were going to be spending extended time alone with them. Heading to your next class, you decide that is a problem for later.

#BTS #ot7 #ot7 x reader #poly ot7 #fanfic

[ciggylungz]

Double the love

Just a fluff piece about dad!harry-

You’re pregnant with twins and he’d obsessed with your bump.

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Y/n and Harry weren’t planning on getting pregnant, but they also weren’t taking any precautions against it. The pair didn’t use condoms nor any other sort of birth control, deciding if it happens it happens. Neither of them minded either outcome, they would love a child and they also enjoyed raw sex so it really was a win win situation.

When y/n missed her period she knew she better take a test since it was highly possible after months of unprotected sex she could fall pregnant, and when the two bold lines showed on the pregnancy test her suspicions were confirmed.

Both her and her husband Harry were excited, celebrating with their favorite take away and some celebratory sex.

And well, both of them were shocked at her 10 week scan when two heartbeats were present on the ultrasound. Harry stupidly asked if because they had sex after finding out it caused twins, which got him a ‘are you serious?’ look from his wife, but after a few days of letting it sink in they were more than thrilled.

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Y/n expected twin pregnancy to be a bit taxing on her body, but now it’s august and she’s 8 months along and she’s miserable most of the time. hot flashes, excess sweating, sore boobs, hips and back. Two humans inside of her kicking and jabbing her as they fight for space inside her swollen stomach, she was reaching the point where she was ready for her pregnancy to finally end.

Harry on the other hand was enjoying his girl being pregnant. He found her even more gorgeous carrying their twins, her glow made him giddy and he loved talking to her belly enjoying the way his babies would move and kick around at the sound of his voice. He’d even caught a video of one of their twins moving around so aggressively they could see it outside her body. He couldn’t be more excited for their arrival. He didn’t mind the odd cravings, mood swings, bed hogging and costly electric bill from her keeping the a/c on lower than normal. He loved every part of the experience, enjoying the parts she couldn’t bring herself to anymore, even keeping a memory book of pictures they’ve taken every week of her pregnancy. Putting scan pictures, her bump pictures, little notes he wrote to his future children and little keep sakes in it so they can look back on it in the future. They were happy, and that’s all that mattered to him.

His current task of the day was putting the finishing touches on the nursery, sticking the decals on the wall and organizing their clothes by size. They were waiting till the birth to find out their genders, currently all his former and current band mates were placing bets on the genders. Y/n wacked him in the stomach when he started putting money into the betting pool.

He dressed the crib mattresses in polkadot crib sheets, grey, white and yellow were the color themes. He hung their mobiles and put the stuffed animals in each cot. Y/n came in when he was finishing up with the diaper bag, sitting down in the rocking chair and setting it on the matching gliding stool as she started to pack it.

“I think for their coming home outfits I want them to match. Was thinkin’ these footies with the little tangerines on them and white dummies, probably some white mittens too so they don’t scratch their little faces.” Y/n held up the baby clothes in question, Harry smiling just at the sight of the tiny sleepers. They were adorable, tiny and soft just like his babies will be. He agreed with her, packing them up and shoving some diapers in one of the pockets too.

They’d packed everything they needed for when the pair decided to make their entrance into the world, Y/n migrating to their bedroom to flop on the bed feeling exceptionally big today. Harry joined her, cuddling into the girl while tapping his hand on her belly getting the reaction of little bodies shifting inside her at his touch.

“Ah! Hello baby, wonder which one you are. Wonder if you’re a little girl or boy. Wonder if I got two little ladies in there, Cecile and Cara or is it two little guys? Maybe one of each? Can’t wait to find out. gonna love yeh no matter what, gonna squish your cheeks and give yeh loads of kisses. Gonna teach yeh how to swim, walk, talk, and how to play the piano. Gonna give you both of you the world, swear.”

Y/n smiled fondly at her husband, watching her stomach shift with the movement of the babies while he spoke to them. She’d never seen a man so excited to be a father, so in love with his unborn children and anxious to meet them. Only four more weeks, then they’d finally get to know who the newest additions to the styles family are.

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That night Harry was extra touchy and cuddly with her, kissing her and her belly every few minutes giving fond circles of his palm on the bump while he fawned over them. It had been pretty difficult to have sex the farther along she was, often struggling to find a comfortable position since the weight of two babies was heavy on her lungs along with the uncomfortable state her hips and back were in so their intimacy has been limited as of late. He’s been settling for makeout sessions and hand stuff these last few weeks. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find her swollen stomach and breasts erotic; he had a bit of a breeding kink so he may or may not purposely coat her belly with his cum every time they fooled around.

y/n looked over at him, making eye contact and raising her eyebrows slightly. “awful touchy tonight mister, got some ulterior motives?” Harry cracked a grin at her, snorting slightly and shaking his head. “not unless you want it babe, just lovin’ on my wife. I wouldn’t be opposed to a bit of touchy-feely time if you wanted it though…”

Y/n smiled fondly at him, rolling her eyes and puffing out her lips a little as she shrugged. “I’m game”

Soon enough the pair found themselves with Y/n’s fist around Harry’s cock and three of his fingers inside of her thrusting in and out with special attention to her swelling g-spot. Ever since she got pregnant the surplus of hormones in her body made her extremely sensitive to his sexual touches, she could cum up to six times in one session of sex which was amazing to him because he got to experience her squirting for the first time when she was about twenty weeks along as his cock drove in and out of her the tip of his cock massaging her g-spot till she was releasing powerful gushes of cum onto his lower stomach. He thinks he’ll definitely miss that aspect of her pregnancy.

“God, never knew a handjob could be so fuckin’ good till I met you babe.” His words were a bit strained, veins in his neck becoming prominent with the pleasure rushing through his nerves trying to keep his head clear enough to get her off faltering a bit with every flick of her wrist and rubbing of her thumb in his slit. Her moans were like music to him, working him up even further as she started to cum. Her hips bucking into his touch, her chest rising and falling a bit quicker and her hand pausing momentarily as the sensation took over.

Soon her movements sped up again, free hand massaging his balls in her palm as she payed special attention to his foreskin and the underside of his tip knowing how sensitive he was in that area. After a few moments of her stroking him in that manner he jolted to his knees so he could spill his seed onto her stomach, heavy breaths and groans of pleasure escaping him struggling to keep his eyes open to watch the dirty show in front of him.

he kissed her before sucking his fingers off, reaching to grab a tissue to wipe her off before helping her get dressed again with a loving kiss to her lips and cheeks.

“I love you”

“I love you, and you guys too. To the moon and back.” He cooed while rubbing her stomach again, letting the fluttering of their kicks hit his palm as the couple settled in for sleep.

Harry couldn’t wait till the day he got to hold all three of his babies.

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#harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #dad!harry #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x yn #harry styles x reader #harry styles au #husband!harry #harry styles blurb #harry styles concept #harry styles

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peonies

pairing: sonny carisi x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none

a/n: happy valentine’s day my friends!!! here is a cute lil Carisi fic that made me feel a lil less blah today. i love and appreciate you all so so much!

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“Liv, I’m gonna bring these witness statements to Carisi before I head out. You need me to drop off anything else?”

“Nope, just those statements for him. And thank you for dropping them off, y/n. I can get home and spend some of the day with Noah.” You saw her put the chocolate heart in her bag, along with the dog stuffed animal she picked up from a vendor earlier today. 

“He’s gonna love that dog.” You commented, and she looked up and smiled. 

“I hope so. And hopefully it will put off the argument for getting a real dog a little longer.”

You laughed, knowing how much every little kid wants a dog. But stuffed animals were always a good second. 

The two of you walked out of the precinct together, both surprised that you were getting out of here while the sun was still out. 

“Tell Noah I said Happy Valentine’s Day. I owe him and the Rollins girls an ice cream date.”

She smiled. “I will. Have a good night, y/n.” 

The walk to the courthouse was cold, and you passed by at least a dozen vendors with Valentine’s day themed food and goodies. You made it almost the whole walk without caving and buying something for yourself, but the cute little puppy on the styrofoam hot chocolate cup was calling your name. 

And of course you bought one for Carisi too.

You made your way through the maze that is the DA’s office, finally making your way into Carisi’s small office. But the ADA in question was nowhere to be found.

You placed the hot chocolate on his desk, smiling as you saw drawings from Jesse and Billie taped to the file cabinet, Jesse’s little ‘Uncle Sonny’ handwriting too cute to handle. He’d only been moved into the office for a few weeks, and it looked like he was finally settled in. You heard the horror stories of having to move out the copy machines, but it all seemed worth it.

He had his degrees hanging on the wall, along with a quote from the declaration of independence, because this man lived and breathed the law. 

You turned to walk back to the chairs, when a picture frame on his desk caught your eye. You’d seen the one of his beautiful goddaughter’s Billie and Jesse, and knew there were a few of the giant Carisi clan scattered around. 

But this one was in a clean black frame, and you had to do a double take to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you. 

It was you in the picture frame. 

Actually, it was you and Sonny in the frame, laughing uncontrollably with disco lights in the background. 

You recognized the venue immediately, it was the indoor roller rink from Noah’s fifth birthday party. You hadn’t gone roller skating since you were a kid, and you were extremely apprehensive to get back on the skates. But Sonny convinced you to try again, sticking to your side the entire time.

The picture in question was after you had slipped. You were preparing to meet the floor in a painful thud, instead you felt two arms wrap around you, keeping you close and still on two feet. It was Sonny. 

You didn’t know this picture even existed, otherwise you would’ve gotten your hands on it pretty quick. You couldn’t help the smile spread across your face knowing that Sonny wanted it on his desk, to see your laughing faces everyday.

“Hey.” Your eyes snapped up to the doorway, Sonny standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. 

“Hey.” You stepped out from behind his desk, pulling the file he needed out of your backpack. “Um, I brought the witness statements for the Carson case. There’s quite a few here, so hopefully you can get some of them to testify.”

He took the file from your hands, placing it on his desk. “Thanks, I’m getting ready to prep with Hannah, so this will be helpful.”

“Good, that’s good.” You said while running a shaky hand through your hair. 

You know he must have seen you looking at the picture of the two of you, and now you didn’t know what to say. He was carrying a bouquet of beautiful flowers on Valentine’s day; clearly he had some plans tonight.

“Those flowers are beautiful, you have a lucky Valentine tonight?” You asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between you. 

He smiled, his turn now to run a hand through his quaffed hair. “They’re for you, actually.”

Your eyes widened, not expecting that to be his response. 

“Liv texted me, gave me a warning that you were headed over. I would’ve been here when you got here, but I know you don’t like roses, and it took me four different shops to find pink and white peonies. Thought I was gonna have to fight the guy next to me for ‘em, but he grabbed the tulips instead.” 

He extended the bouquet to you, and gently took the flowers into your own hands. You can’t believe he remembered your favorite flower. When did you even let that comment about roses slip out? 

“Sonny, you didn’t have to get me flowers.” You commented, but couldn’t resist sticking your nose in to smell the fresh flowers.

He smiled, glad that you liked the flowers, while shrugging off his overcoat. “I wanted to. You’re working on Valentine’s day, just wanted to do something special for you.”

“Well this is definitely more than special. No one’s ever bought me a bouquet of my favorite flowers before. Not even someone who has a picture of me on their desk.”

You saw his cheeks turn red before he dipped his head toward the floor. “I figured you saw that.”

You placed the flowers down next to your bag, joining him behind his desk. You grabbed the picture as he finally brought his head up to look at you, a smile still resting on your face. 

“I really like this picture. I’m just mad that you kept it to yourself, I would’ve loved to have a copy for my own desk.” 

“I think I could get you a copy. But you’ll have to thank Dodds for the photography skills.” Of course it was Mike Dodds that withheld the image from you. 

“I’ll be sure to send him a text.” You said and placed the image back on his desk. You just now noticed the files piling up on his desk, and spared a glance at your watch; it was only five oclock. He had a long night ahead of him. “Well, I won’t stand in the way of you and your important ADA work.”

“Y/n/n,” He grabbed your hand as you took a step away from him, and you turned to look back at him. “The files can wait ‘til tomorrow. Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”

You smiled. “Would I like to go to dinner with the only man who’s ever remembered my favorite flower?” He laughed as you gave his hand a squeeze. “I would love to, Sonny.”

You gathered your belongings, making sure there was enough room for you to carry the flowers in your hand. The two of you walked out of the courthouse together, the sun setting over one hogan place as you exited. 

You were halfway down the steps when he stopped, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone. He started rambling about how it would be impossible to find a restaurant on Valentine’s day, how he was an awful planner, and now you’d have to wait in the cold for hours. 

But all you could focus on was the way the sun was hitting him, covering him in an orange glow, his hair slightly fussed by the new york city breeze. He was beautiful, and you couldn’t let him stand there without letting him know.

He continued to ramble as you took a step toward him, complaining that you were going to end up eating hot dogs from a vendor.

“Dominick,” you said, and the sound of his real name leaving your lips got him to shut up. 

You reached up, running a hand through his fussed hair in an attempt to straighten it out. Once you were satisfied with the outcome, you rested a hand on his chest, as his free hand found your waist. He smiled before leaning down, your lips meeting his in an incredibly sweet first kiss. 

You pulled away after a few seconds, not wanting to cause a scene on the courthouse steps, and matched the smile that was still on his face.

“How do you feel about pizza for dinner?” He asked, his hand finding your own, linking your fingers together as you resumed walking down the steps. He gave your hand a squeeze, and you couldn’t help but look up and smile at him.

“Pizza and peonies, what more could a girl ask for?”

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#sonny carisi x female!reader #sonny carisi fic #sonny carisi fanfiction #law and order svu #jules writes shit ??

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Can I pls request a Bucky x single mom reader? Maybe the kid recognizes him and they bond and then the reader comes and Bucky asks for her number? It’s okay if you don’t wanna write this! No pressure!! Have a great day ❤️❤️

As a child who was raised by a single mother this one was both a challenge and a joy to write. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. This takes place like a week before TFATWS

Bucky Barnes x single mom! Reader

Tags: Fluffiest Fluff, mild ptsd and anxiety, Oranges.

Getting used to the modern world wasn’t that much of a struggle for Bucky, but the civilian modern world was a different situation. He still felt himself looking over his shoulder as he walked. He had locks on all of his windows and a sliding bolt on his front door. He had three phones, a burner he showed his therapist, a smartphone for keeping track of the news and talking to friends, and a third one that was exclusively for communicating with Wakanda. The last of which was a mixture of conversations with Ayo and memes from Shuri.

His therapist was pushing him to make friends and to try online dating. She later told him to ‘play tourist’ and explore what his locality had to offer. Something about it possibly introducing him to new people and at the very least ‘make you more interesting’.

So every week he went to a different place. He started with the Brooklyn Museum, having gone there for field trips as a kid. It was definitely more interesting now as an adult. The next place was the Brooklyn Flea, where he managed to get a record player and some records from when he was a teenager. He smiled fondly as the old tune played through his apartment, bringing back memories of flirting with pretty girls at the soda fountain and beating up bullies with Steve (Well, FOR steve at this time)

This is what lead him to be out in Brooklyn Park’s Harbour View Lawn on a Thursday Evening. They had this event called ‘Movies with a view’ that they did in the summer. The idea of being alone in a crowd of picnic-goers didn’t seem that appealing, but when he saw they were playing the original Dumbo, the same one he took his little sister Rebecca to see when he was 16 years old, he couldn’t pass up seeing the animated masterpiece on the big screen. Besides, if he got too uncomfortable no one would bat an eye to a man leaving an open-air venue.

He put some snacks, a drink, and a book(One of the ‘Lord of the rings’ series as he had been catching up)in his backpack and set out. He arrived early so he could sit on one of the benches. People from all walks of life arrived around him. Families both young and old, older couples searching for nostalgia, lovers looking longingly at each other, groups of friends looking to fill an evening, and so many children. The lawn had filled up so rapidly as people descended onto the grass, laying out their blankets and pulling out picnics they had prepared at home and purchased moments before from their favorite grocers. There was an undeniable excitement in the air as the sun was setting. Despite the fact it was the people watching that had him caught up, Bucky hadn’t noticed the small child walking up to him until she was less than a foot away from him, staring at him with big e/c eyes.

She wore a summer dress with a cardigan protecting her shoulders from the sun. Her hair was pushed back in a hairband. She was holding a yellow teddy bear that wore a silver t-shirt and a red cape and had gone limp from a combination of lost stuffing and age.

“Hi,” Bucky said, clearly uncomfortable. “Are you okay?” She walked up and sat next to him. He shifted away from her slightly, aware that this may look odd to any by-passers.

“I know who you are.” The little girl whispered to him.

“Do you?” Bucky asked, trying to remain calm. It was just a little kid, but she was freaking him out a little bit. For all he knew, this small child could be a member of some new black widow program. She smiled widely, revealing she was missing a front tooth.

“You’re Captain America’s best friend!” she half-whispered, half-squeaked in excitement. “Me and my brother saw you at the museum!”

Bucky couldn’t help the nervous laughter that came out of him. He felt himself relax at the kid’s excitement. “You saw me at the museum?” he faked intrigue. He knew there was a display on him in every Captain America museum.

Her hair bounced as she nodded. “There was a big picture on the glass and it said that you were dead, but my brother said you weren’t dead. And I thought he was being stupid, cause,” She looked around and then leaned in a little closer as if telling Bucky a secret “He can be really stupid. He didn’t even know how to tie his shoelaces until he was ten! But I’ve known how to tie my shoelaces since I was six!” She boasted.

“That’s amazing. since you were six? How old are you now?”

“I’m seven and three quarters.”

“Wow, you’re a big girl.” She nodded with a ‘yep’. “But you’re not big enough to be on your own, kiddo-”

“I’m not on my own, I’m with you.” She interrupted him. Following the trend of interruptions, a boy ran up to the two of them, holding a picnic blanket in his arms. He wore blue board shorts with a Captain America t-shirt and Iron man themed sneakers.

“Y/D/N what are you doing?! Mom is looking for you!” He yelled at the little girl. The two looked remarkably similar to each other.

“Look!” she ordered, pointing at Bucky. The boy looked at Bucky and his mouth dropped open, looking like a fish. Bucky wanted to laugh at how cartoonish it looked.

“You’re Captain America’s best friend.” He exclaimed though he couldn’t be heard that well over the chatter of people settling down and the movie being set up. “I knew that you weren’t dead, even before you were fighting Iron Man in Germany. That was so cool, Iron man was all pew pew and Spiderman was all thwish twish and you were in the middle all pow pow” The blanket had since fallen to the ground as the young boy got caught in his excitement and started recreating the movements with the sound effects, punching the air for Bucky’s punches, waving his arms around wildly for Wanda’s magic. Y/D/N looked on bored as he continued his display “and when the dust cleared you and Cap were gone, like dust in the wind.” He recounted epically, waving his fingers in a sideways motion.

“I told you he was stupid.” The little girl commented.

“You’re stupid!” he shot back. Before anything could escalate, Bucky gently put his arms between the children.

“Hey now, let’s not fight. If I have to call the Avengers they’re gonna be mad.” Bucky spoke. He really hoped this would work, and that they wouldn’t continue to fight in hopes of bringing the Avengers down to Harbour View Lawn. The movie started then, music playing out over the crowd rendering the crowd quiet.

“Mom is gonna be worried.” The boy stressed out loud

“What’s your name, son?” Bucky spoke to the boy

“Y/S/N.”

“Okay, Y/S/N. Here’s what we’re gonna do. Spread that blanket there.” Bucky motioned to the empty patch just a step in front of the bench he was sitting on. “and you two will stay here while I go tell the event people that you can’t find your mom.” The two kids spread out the blanket and sat on it. Bucky passed them his backpack and asked them to take care of it so they wouldn’t runoff. He found an event organizer and told them the situation, describing the kids. He returned shortly, the two kids not having moved as the movie played on a screen in front of the open water. He sat back down on the bench just behind the kids, paying more attention to them than the film.

“I’m hungry,” Y/D/N complained.

“That’s what you get for running off.” Y/S/N shot back at her.

“Do you like oranges?” Bucky spoke up behind them. Y/D/N nearly launched off the blanket as she yelped ‘yeah’ back at the man, twirling to look at him. He opened his bag and pulled out his orange, passing it to the little girl. Unprompted, the little girl asked her brother if he wanted half, which he happily accepted. “Sorry I don’t have another.”

“It’s okay, we share all the time,” Y/S/N explained, shoving an orange slice into his mouth.

You are a good ten minutes into the movie when a panicked woman is lead over to them by an event organizer. She runs to them, falling to her knees as she scoops them into a hug. “Oh, my babies.” She sobbed. “You scared me so much.”

“Mooom!” The boy groaned.

She rapidly thanked Bucky and the event organizer, who took their leave once they were reassured that the situation had been handled. “You are both in so much trouble!”

“Can we be in trouble after the movie?” The girl asked.

You were about to order them to get up and leave when Bucky spoke up. “I’ve been able to keep a good eye on them from up here, and there’s plenty of space.”

The joint chorus of ‘pleases’ from your two kids won you over. You sat down next to the man. You two could barely see each other in the dark, but he seemed nice. After all, he had reunited you with your kids.

“Thanks again for keeping an eye on them.” You whispered. “I hope they didn’t give your group too much trouble.”

“No,” he answered quietly “They’re good kids.”

“Not good enough,” you muttered. “They’re excitable, but that just means it’s never boring.” Bucky watched as Y/D/N turned around and pulled a full net of oranges out of your bag.

Watching the movie with company was definitely better. A comfortable silence fell among the four of you, only broken when you had offered him a couple of the bite-sized chocolate bars you had brought. The kids laughed at the movie, your little girl even cheering on the animated elephant. She threw her hands up in a cheer when he successfully took flight, making the two adults chuckle.

“Told you they were excitable.” You giggled.

“Me and my little sister were worse when he first saw Dumbo.” Bucky admitted. “We were on the edge of our seats the whole movie.”

“How else can you enjoy a movie!” you posed the rhetorical question.

Bucky had to admit he thought you were lovely. Just enough seriousness and playfulness rolled into one. So when the lights came on at the end of the movie and he saw how beautiful you were he felt his heart race a little. You were already cleaning up while your children told you how great the movie was. He gathered his stuff and went to slip out when Y/D/N called out to him.

“Where are you going?”

“The nice man probably has places to be-” you began to lightly chastise the girl when you finally saw who you had been sitting next to throughout the movie. “You’re…”

Bucky held his breath. It was one thing the kid’s thinking he was amazing; you were a grown adult. Someone that possibly knew of his history and most likely thought ill of him. He waited for you to say his old mantal, possibly with fear or anger. Instead, you smiled gently,

“James Barnes.” You spoke. A moment later you flustered slightly. “I’m sorry. I work at the Museum of the City in East Harlem. We just did a big-” you stopped yourself before you could ramble onwards. “I’m Y/N L/N.”

It was a breath of fresh air to have someone react to him in such a…human way. “Please, call me Bucky.” He smiled warmly as he fixed his bag on his shoulder. “Can I walk you out?”

After your section was cleaned up the four of you walked out, with the two kids walking ahead of you. Despite how late it was, they still had energy. You had been left to take care of your daughter’s stuffed toy while she chased your son around the park space. “What you said about your sister,” you started, trying to keep an eye on your two kids despite how eye-catching the man beside you was. “I’m guessing that was back in the forties?”

“Yeah. Me and my little sister Becca went to see it. Me and Steve took her to see Snow White and since then we’d see all the cartoon movies. Every time we’d run home and beg our parents for extra allowance and bunk off school so we could see it before the other kids.”

“Captain America and the Winter Soldier…loved Disney movies.” You chuckled. “It sounds like some click-bait title.”

“We didn’t even have to beg that much, looking back,” Bucky recalled, shaking his head. The memories of Steve having an asthma attack outside the theatre because they’d run so fast to get there in time. Becca would pull him in by his shirt while he was still wheezing so she wouldn’t miss the opening cartoons.

“According to the display, you two were quite the pair.” You replied. “They were probably just happy to have you off the street and not causing trouble.”

Speaking of trouble, your two kids came bounding towards you with an angry swan on their heels. “Mommy!” Your little girl shrieked. The swan had given up its chase but the two still charged, Y/D/N colliding right into you and Y/S/N going behind Bucky to use him as a shield.

“I think that’s enough wondering for today.” You passively suggested. Y/S/N agreed as Bucky put his arm around the young boy and keeping it there as you walked and talked. You came to the exit of the park. “I’m this way,” you said.

“I’m the other way,” Bucky admitted. The two kids said goodbye to Bucky, clearly sad to be parting. You thanked him again for what he had done and turned to go with your own goodbye. “Before you go,” Bucky stopped you. “Could I get your number?”

You were instantly shocked. Your mouth opened and closed limply for a moment. “Are you sure?”

Bucky was slightly taken aback at that question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I have two kids?” You said, almost sounding like a question.

“He knows that, mom.” Your son groaned. He looked absolutely bored; your daughter had newfound excitement.

“And I’d like to get to know more about you,” Bucky spoke. You chuckled nervously, looking away for a moment as you felt your cheeks flush then looked back to the tall man.

“I’d like that too.” You confessed, stepping forward. “Gimme your phone and I’ll put it in.”

Without a second thought, he pulled out his smartphone and watched you put your phone number in. “All setup.” You passed the phone back with a smile.

To say the two of you were riding on cloud 9 for the rest of the night would be an understatement.

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Only You Teaser!!

✦ pairing: kim taehyung x reader

✦ summary: you didn’t like getting jealous but it was hard not to, especially since taehyung is the man of every girl’s dreams. luckily, he convinces you that he has his eyes for only you

✦ rating: M, not suitable for minors

✦ genre: smut

✦ word count: 10.4k

✦ warnings: hard dom!tae, dirty talk, rough sex, degradation, spanking w paddle, orgasm denial, usage of toys (vibrator and anal beads), oral (m and f receiving), handcuffs, daddy kink, sadism/masochism, cumplay??, hand kink, aftercare 🥰, poor y/n acting bratty 😔, slight slight angst (nearly non-existent), yeri and joy being my spirit animals, and cute ending <3 (tf was that warnings list....n e ways)

release date: friday oct 23, 10 am pst

You refused to come out of your room for the rest of the day, still holding onto that grudge. Taehyung was getting annoyed at your lack of communication, he initially tried to get in by baking your favorite cookies but you didn't budge. You didn’t like ignoring Taehyung as well and you would rather be in his arms instead of sewing dresses for work but your petty heart didn’t want to let go.

You tried reasoning with yourself but once you’re set on something, you can’t get yourself to go the other way. As you stitch pieces of fabric together, the temptation grows even more.

Eventually, you couldn’t be cooped up in your room forever so as you sneakily made your way down to your kitchen to get some of Taehyung’s cookies (although he didn’t know how to put on an apron, he was an amazing baker), you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and his body behind yours. You gasped at the shock as his low chuckle vibrated against your back.

“Got you baby!” he grinned, hugging you tightly. You wanted to melt yourself into his embrace and beg for his forgiveness but a part of you wanted to prolong the chase and continue to be a brat because inside that sweetheart is a scary hard dom, and you wanted to see him turn aggressive. His duality always kills you and as much as you love being sweet and soft with him, his dominant aura is always your favorite.

“Leave me alone,” you grumbled, trying to push him off but he still kept on, even when you’re trying to go back to your room.

“I’m not going to let you go~,” he said in a sing-song voice, clinging onto your back like a koala. You debated to yourself if you wanted to do this and on a whim, you did what would be one of the scariest things in your life.

“Leave me the fuck alone! Go away, I-” you growled, using your force to push him out and that’s when you immediately knew you fucked up.

“Go on, repeat those fucking words,” Taehyung’s voice suddenly dropped extremely low, thanks to him being a baritone as he turned your shoulders around to face him. His eyes were now filled with anger and lust and you felt sweat dripping down your back, you knew you were in trouble.

“I-I-” you couldn’t find the courage to talk, your heart was pounding against your chest and you knew that you can’t make a comeback so you immediately got into your submissive position on your knees, fear evident in your face.

“I’m sorry, Daddy! I-I didn’t mean it-” you blubbered, knowing that he’s not going to go easy on you tonight and you were terrified of what was to come.

Taehyung only scoffed and pulled you up, dragging you into your shared bedroom by your hair and man-handling you onto your bed on all fours. You felt your heart beat a billion times faster and you tried sticking your ass out to feel him but to your dismay, there wasn’t his familiar warmth. He was on the other side of the room, going through the black box in his closet that kept all of your toys. You tried decorating it to at least make the outside look cute but it still looks intimidating inside and out.

“You’ve been such a brat today and it made Daddy so fucking angry. Now tell me baby girl, why am I mad at you?”

“U-um, I was jealous towards Irene, I was overreacting, I didn’t talk to you about it, and I was a meanie bitch and ignoring you.”

“Do you wanna know why Irene asked me out that time? She wanted to go because she was thinking about taking Seulgi on her first date there and she asked me to visit it with her to see if you might be interested in going with me sometime. I assume you already know that Irene liked girls but you were jealous for what? Do you not believe me when I say I love you everyday?”

You felt your heart drop to your chest as you started to cry with embarrassment and shame on how you acted. You definitely shouldn’t have stormed out without an explanation and here you are paying the price for it.

“I-I’m sor-”

“I’m not accepting any apology from you tonight because it’s my turn to be mad. Don’t think you’re getting a break tonight because the only way to make up for what you did today is to take everything that I give you. Are you going to obey or be the naughty slut that you’re always are?” he suddenly appeared next to you and growled deep into your ear, nibbling your earlobe. You nodded quickly, your panties slowly becoming wet as butterflies started to fill your stomach.

He felt your panties underneath your dress and scoffed at the slick coming out. “Stupid fuckslut likes that? Of course she does because she’ll do anything just to get a cock stuffed inside her. What a shame, I thought you were a good girl but I guess I was wrong. You’re just a dumb little baby.”

love y’all sm, i hope you enjoy 💋💋

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[g0ldengubler]

chapter 5~the aftermath

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A/N:

Category: fluff

CW: other than talking about weed and sex, it’s just pure fluff :)

Word Count: 2493

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"Don't make me say it again, angel. I can ruin you just by touching you and you know that."

"Yes, daddy!"

Spencer hovered over you, smirking as he continued to thrust inside you. You're tied up to his bed, all ankles and all wrists. He chokes you as he endlessly pounds you into the mattress, making you feel light headed yet your body is full of pleasure. You try to scream but nothing can come out. Spencer can tell you're close as your pussy clenches around his cock repeatedly.

"You wanna cum, princess? Does daddy's little girl want to cum all over his cock, hm?" Spencer asks. You try to answer him but he cuts you off.

"Beg." He growls as he lets go of your throat.

"Please daddy, please let me cum all over your cock! I can't hold it any longer PLEASE!" you scream. You can feel his cock twitch, knowing that he was close, too, "I need your cum daddy!"

He smirks again, giving a little chuckle as he leans in. "Cum for me, angel," he says harshly in your ear, "And don't be shy about it. I want to hear you as you feel my cum shoot inside you."

As he moves away from your ear and to the crook of your neck, your eyes roll to the back of your head. You scream even louder as you cum, mixing with his growls. "Yes baby, just like that...oh fUCK!"...

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A thud from the other side of you jolts you from your slumber. You quickly turn around to the right of you and see nothing but a bent elbow popping out from the side of the bed. Spencer must've went to the bathroom at some point during the night, because his bedroom door was left open, letting sunlight shine through the room, hurting your eyes in the process. You get on all fours and crawl to the other side of the bed and level yourself higher to see if he was ok.

"You good?" you ask him, trying to hold back a laugh.

Spencer looks up at you, rubbing the back of his head. He had thrown on a pair of gray sweatpants and his top half was completely bare, showing off his body and, to your surprise, some muscle was showing. Nothing like Morgan's, but they were there, and looked really good on him with his long hair. The two of you just stare in silence for a few moments as you cover your mouth to not only help the laughing urges, but also because you couldn't believe you looked down at the sweatpants. A small part of you was hoping that he got morning wood or something.

"Yeah, my ass hurts, though." He chuckles.

You reach out for your hand and he takes it, pulling him up from the floor and lay back in bed. You lay facing each other, his hand being used to prop him up. He looks at you as if he's content with where his life is right now. You look into his eyes and see that he's comfortable, as if the two of you have known each other for years and this was something normal.

"Hi." Spencer says, looking down at you.

You were laying on your right arm, hands in fists underneath your chin, holding on to the comforter like a stuffed animal.

"Hi."

He reaches out with his right arm and moves a strand of hair from your face. "Did you sleep good?"

"Yeah, being high can make that happen," you chuckle, "Did you?"

"I haven't slept that good in a long time, and I thought sleeping after a finished case was the best."

You smile as he softly laughs at himself. Something about him made you have butterflies in your stomach. The smallest things he was doing made you feel something you couldn't put a finger on, as if there wasn't a name to it.

"Would you like some waffles?" Spencer asks softly.

You nod your head. You were never really a breakfast person, especially after that incident you had when you were five after puking in the middle of the movie theater from the pancakes you ate before hand. But waffles were special to you. Your father would make them every Sunday morning before going to the video store to grab a few dvd's for the movie night you'd have that night.

"Don't worry, I can make them." You said as you got out of bed and started to try to find your clothes.

Spencer hurries to his drawers and grabs you one of his Caltech shirts. "Ok 1.I folded your clothes and put them out in the living room, but wear this for now if you'd like. And 2.You don't have to do that, I don't mind making them. After all, it is my apartment."

"1. You're very sweet, thank you. And 2.True, but I don't think you'd want to miss out on my dad's special, homemade waffles."

He grins in excitement, curious as to what made the waffles so special.

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"You were right, I'm glad I didn't miss out on these," Spencers says as he chews on his last bite, "these are amazing, Y/N!"

"Well thank you, kind sir!" You say in a funny British accent before taking a sip of the tea he made for you. Thank god he had your favorite, black tea. You were very vanilla when it came to the treats and drinks you liked, but you didn't care.

Spencers giggles a bit after swallowing, grabbing his coffee mug. The two of you were silent for awhile. He was reading one of his books that he got from his shelves as you looked around at the forest green walls of his apartment. You started to daydream about last night. The way he was so dominant with you, making you feel like you were his and only his. To touch, to feel, to hold. What were you guys now? You had just met a week ago and went from working on a case to getting high with Dr.Spencer Reid and fucking with him. It all happened so fast, you're just now feeling it like jet lag. You felt yourself shrivel up into a ball on the inside. You knew you had to talk about the past couple of nights, and you could tell that Spencer knew it, too.

"Spence, we need to talk." You say quietly.

He sets his coffee mug down on the table, looking down at the mug. "Yeah," he says, his eyes moving up to yours, "we do."

"What are we now," you ask, "We just met a week ago and already we did stuff that normally would happen after knowing each other for awhile. I enjoyed all of that, don't get me wrong, but...I don't know. Maybe what we have doesn't need a title." You look back to him in silence, the feeling of guilt and selfishness covering your entire body. "If you don't want to continue with any of this and just start being friends, as if none of this had happened, I'm tot-"

"That's the last thing I want to do," He reaches out across the table with both hands and holds yours into his, "Y/N, I really enjoyed these past two nights as well. I've never had a connection like this before, let alone do any kind of drug. I usually try to stay away from it because of my eidetic memory, but for some reason, I really, really loved getting high with you. I would like to continue what we have. Whether we use labels or not, we could be friends with benefits if you wanted to as well. I don't think I want this to end, and we've clicked since we met in the conference room."

You smiled at him. You didn't think he'd want to continue with you, let alone continue to be your friend. No one wanted to be your friend growing up, and the one friend you did have wasn't really the one to do the normal things friends do. Instead, they would go on and on and on about all the history facts they knew and never really valued you. Most of the time, they'd use you and ignore you, making fun of your love for wanting to stop the bad guys. Spencer was showing you different, however. He was listening to you, speaking back to your sentences. It was all so new coming from another person that wasn't your dad.

"Especially when it's with a pretty girl like you." He mumbles to himself as he raises his mug to his lips.

"What was that last part?" You ask.

"Hm?" He pretends to not know what you were talking about and you knew that, so you didn't push anymore.

"Well, since we both enjoy with what we have going on, I agree to a friends with benefits relationship with you," you said grabbing your tea, "but we have to keep it from the team. God, if they knew, all hell would break loose."

"Yeah, and Garcia isn't one for keeping secrets. Trust me, we had a new member several years ago and she only told Hotch and Morgan that she was pregnant. When she saw her glowing, Garcia grabbed her wrist and brought her into the conference room where she kinda made her announce to the rest of us."

You almost spit out your tea as you hold in a laugh. Even with this short amount of time, you could already tell that Garcia was just a bundle full of rainbows and unicorns and excitement, so much so she could never contain it. But the fact that she innocently made someone give this big announcement out when she probably wasn't ready to do so yet, that was something that didn't shock you fully, but did a little bit.

Spencer grabs both of your plates and brings them to the sink. He sits back down and takes another sip of his coffee. "How about we talk about it over lunch today," he asks, "There's a popular diner just a couple blocks from here that people are raving about. Says they treat their costumers like family, even if it's your first time there."

Before you could say yes, your phone rings. You pick it up and see that the caller ID was none other than your father. Spencer tells you he's going in the shower as you press the green button and put the phone up to your ear.

"Hey dad!"

"Hey, pumpkin! How's Dave and the team treating you?"

"Great! They welcomed me in right away, even though we were on a case. They treat each other like family, it's nice to have when you're surrounded by death."

"Yeah, I saw on the news. I'm so proud of you, you know that right? And I'm so glad that they're taking good care of you. I did call Dave on your first day to make sure of it."

"Dad!"

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I had to."

You then tell him about what happened after the case. Not everything, obviously, but you did tell him that you and Spencer really connected at Garcia's place and became really good friends after the case was over. You hear the shower turn off as you sit on the couch. Your father then asks you something, and you couldn't wait to tell Spencer. He ends it by telling you to have a good lunch with Spencer along with, "If that boy hurts you-" but you cut him off telling him not to worry, "He wouldn't even hurt a fly unless it was a serial killer."

"Alright honey, call me when you can ok? I love you."

"Love you, too Dad. Bye."

As you hang up, Spencer walks out with a towel wrapped around his waist, another smaller one running through his hair to dry. You look at him, speechless.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He jokes.

"I might take you up on that offer," you say, "but maybe they'd be of me to send to you."

You wink at him. He then laughs and throws his wet hair towel at you. You throw it back, laughing along with him.

"So, your dad called?" He asked as he walked to his room to change.

"Yeah, he just wanted to make sure I was ok after the case and made sure that Rossi was treating me well along with the rest of you."

"Your father seems like a good man!" He says loudly.

"Yeah, he is. Thank god for that and for the fact I don't have any daddy issues."

"That's not what it looked like last night." He walks in wearing a tannish brown, grandpa-like cardigan with a maroon undershirt. His pants were a darker brown, darker like chocolate, and he paired it with his black converse. You grab a pillow from behind you and threw it at him and he throws it back, the laughter from before continuing.

"Be glad I called you sir and not daddy last night. I usually say daddy but only because it brings out the dominant personality during sex. I also have a theory that it also gives the guy a confidence boost. But I was respectful because we just met and I didn't know how'd you feel about it."

Spencer sits next to you, elongating his arm behind you, resting it on the top of the couch. "I mean," he begins, "I wouldn't mind being called daddy. I've only had sex a few times before this, but last night was completely different. I've never been like that before, ever. But I kind of liked it. Makes want to experiment more."

You smile at him, letting the feeling of embarrassment wash away. You always felt so insecure about that, especially because sometimes it gets a bad rep. But you loved being submissive way too much to let it sting you.

"Hey, Spence?"

"What's up?"

"Would you like to take a road trip to my dad's cabin in Michigan for the weekend?"

He thinks for moment, and as he does, you help convince him.

"No, my dad won't be there. But I think it'd be great to take advantage of it and use it as a way to get to know each other more. Maybe we could even go by the dispo's there and grab some things to pass the time..."

"Oh, now I'm in!"

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[irwintry]

the air before a storm

Warnings: just a bunch of good old fluff, swearing, alcohol

Author’s Note: yes this takes place in the outer banks no u are not allowed to mention the show—they are nothing alike. anyway i’m back :) hi

Summary: Y/N and Luke are neighbors in a beachside town where tourists are annoying and tropical storms aren’t rare. And they just can’t stop flirting. 

Word Count: 5.6k 

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Pelican Perch was a dead-end street.

It was well-wooded, wax myrtles and river birch kissing sandy chunks of pavement while homes too small for the average nuclear family were nestled behind thick, invasive vines. Quaint homes designed to keep the rain and the bugs out. Local homes. Each had their own shimmering windsock hung out front that was already tattered from storms, gifted to them by the neighborhood community last spring. Personalized homes. Beach homes that shared every aspect without even trying. Almost every shingle had been defaced by weather damage throughout the years. And the air always smelled of hot gravel and honeysuckle on breezy days. Homes on this road were loved.

You loved yours most of all.

With a front porch stuffed full of plants—ferns, strawberries, tomatoes, the lot—and knick-knacks you had collected throughout the past year, it was easy to love and call home to something that had once been temporary. The baby blue bike perched against a yaupon bush was proudly your preferred mode of transportation. Snuck far up the driveway sat a rusting 2005 Toyota Corolla with sand painted across its rear, and it was not well-loved, though it had been well-lived. The windsock hung off of your porch matched the color of your bike.

The last house on the street never put their windsock up. That house was right beside yours.

He had been there longer than you—you weren’t entirely sure how long, but your arrival prior to last season was greeted with his kind smile. A kind smile, gentle words, and eyes that melted into the ocean, far beyond the whitecaps where the sky touched the sea. All of that beauty, and you never caught his name.

For months on end, you watched him when he wasn’t looking. He left for work during your kitchen stumble for cold brew, nothing but a plain white tee and mesh shorts as he climbed into his jeep, sunkissed and sleepy. Minutes later, you would bike to work and find his Jeep along the way. He worked at the Island Rescue Squad, a small building that held more responsibility than being a simple motel receptionist. He paid his bills by saving lives; you paid yours by telling guests that they couldn’t swim naked in the swimming pool.

You didn’t know him beyond the sights through your kitchen window. But the evenings you crossed paths were treasured.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he’d ask, a nonchalant smile gracing his cheeks before darting his gaze the other way.

After some time, you found enough confidence to reply, “Not bad—you?” as you knocked out the kickstand on your bike.

He was always in the middle of hoisting a backpack over his shoulder. And then he would shrug, smile never fading, and say, “Not bad,” right back. That would be it.

You knew that his blond curls were your favorite thing before you even knew his name. But you also knew, in good faith, that the latter half was going to change.

That was why you should at his door late in the evening in July, a saran-wrapped plateful of coconut macaroons in your hands while your eyes scanned the details of his front porch. A white surfboard beside the front door had experienced its fair share of weather discoloration on the tail. At the end of the deck, withered plants were lined up along a wooden shoe bench. The doormat beneath your feet had nylon paw prints stitched in beside the welcome lettering. When you knocked on the door, a heart-stopping voice called out, “Just a minute!”

You tucked your ankles inward as his face appeared behind the screen. His smile was bold and bright, and from up close, you could hardly breathe.

“Hey, how’s it going?” he asked in his normal fashion, opening up the screen door so he could step outside with you. His gaze fell to the plate of macaroons while he leaned up against the door. “You’re kidding—did you make those for me?”

Six more words than the usual conversation; you were off to a successful start.

“Yes,” you said, fingers brushing his beneath the ceramic plate when you passed it over to him. “I had to figure out a good way to come over here and formally introduce myself. A whole year later. Better late than never, I guess.”

He smiled along to your words and nodded. “These look so good. Thank you.” He held out one of his hands for you to shake.

His name was Luke. He was only a few years out of school. Taller than any man you knew and flirtatious with his grin, and he kept his eyes locked on you as you spoke. He shared information through little words yet maintained a steady conversation. Talking to old friends was harder than this.

It was difficult to stomach—the way his quiet chuckles and wide smiles were decidedly the best things in the world and how your heart was a concrete block in your chest. It occurred to you, after waving goodnight on your way down the porch steps, that his smile never died. But you pinned it all on his kind heart over anything else.

Life between the two of you felt cyclical. Until one morning he caught you on your way to work.

“I’m gonna be up in Manteo,” he began, tossing a duffle into the backseat of his Jeep with a quiet grunt. “Just a few days. Some ridiculously boring conference that could probably be summed up in a Skype or whatever. Better than leading rope rescue trainings again though.”

Your lips pulled down into a playful frown. “You’re leaving me?”

Luke’s responsive laughter was a good start to your morning. “I’m sorry. Promise I’ll be back. They’ve got us all in some four-star inn. Free wifi and breakfast.”

“Oh, look at you. Living like a king.”

“Right? I’m tired of paying for my own Cheerios.”

It was nice to have someone to talk to, you thought, but you knew you were searching for more than a friend in him. Your heart was warm under his company. You didn’t know how, but it felt easy with him.

“Would you be able to do me a favor?” he asked as he leaned against his car. He kept his distance, his driveway to yours while the patch of dry grass between you watched with intrigue.

“Anything but mowing the lawn, yes.”

Luke cracked a grin. “I’m not that mean. No. Could you—uh, could you water a few plants for me out front? Just once or twice. I’d pay you back in macaroons, but I’m a shit baker.”

“No worries,” you said and situated your bike against your thigh. “I’ll water your plants. But that just means you’ll have to make up for the macaroons somehow. I’ll let you think on it.” You started off down the driveway before he could answer.

“Hold me to that!” he called after you. You sent him a smile in response and sped off toward the main road.

Later that evening, you found that Luke had left a note beside each potted plant on the shoe bench. Betty – allow to dry between waterings next to the Begonia, Calum – keep moist for the Caladium, Tom – water twice a day for the newly planted tomato plant, and Babe – water sparingly for Basil. Each note was signed with a smile and a heart.

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The next time you heard from Luke, he wasn’t alone. Four days plus a hankering for human interaction—aside from tourists that asked for restaurant suggestions every hour—had left you craving a different kind of intimacy. An intimacy that didn’t require physical touch but was only fulfilled through his presence. Just knowing that he was next door comforted you in ways you couldn’t explain. You didn’t know him, but you knew that he was someone you could rely on.

You heard his car door slam before anything else. Through the window of your kitchen sink, you peeked out into the darkening night, searching for his lanky figure only to find a small animal instead. A dog. You forgot that you had been staring when Luke came into view. His wave tore you from your gaze.

You cracked the window open before you could hesitate. The overwhelming buzzes and clicks of cicadas were immediate to greet you.

“Are you gonna introduce me?” you called out to him, grinning wide as you pressed your elbows down onto the window sill. With the edge of the sink digging into your abdomen, the position was less than comfortable, but you didn’t think about it.

Through the waxing darkness, Luke’s smile was bright. “Only if you come give her a head scratch—then she’ll fall right in love with you,” he said.

You were outside within a few seconds. The side screen door slammed behind you as you hurried over, knees meeting the rough grass so the lovely lady could easily bound over to you. She nestled her nose into your palm and let out a snort. Above you, Luke chuckled at the sound.

“Name’s Petunia,” he said, bending down beside you to pet Petunia’s bum. “A friend of mine is moving ‘cross country—couldn’t keep her. I love the damn girl, so I immediately wanted to take her in. How’re the plants doing?”

“She’s the sweetest,” you mumbled. To him, to yourself—it didn’t matter. You were captivated. “And Betty, Calum, Tom, and Babe are great. The names, by the way? Genius. You have a talent. I’ll have to get you to name my plants. So far, I just have Candace and Big Mama.”

“Big Mama?” Luke’s short giggles filled the air. “I think you’ve got the talent, too.”

Petunia leaned into your scratches before turning back to Luke. So, you stood, brushing sandy dirt from your knees, and Luke soon followed.

“If you ever need someone to take care of her,” you said, “I’m always around. And I won’t make you bake anything. I’m a big dog person, so that’s already enough. I mean, I’m not opposed to a few cupcakes every now and then.”

A lopsided smile grew on Luke’s cheeks. “Red velvet?”

“It’s like you already know me,” you gasped out. “How was Manteo? That’s where you were, right?”

“Well, nothing beats free Cheerios in the mornings, so it wasn’t too bad,” he told you as he wrapped Petunia’s leash around his wrist. She nudged herself between his legs. “Manteo actually has a real downtown, so that was kinda nice.”

“You better not be thinking about leaving me.”

“Leave you? Never.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest.

“Besides, tourists down here are the reason any of us even have a job.” He scratched the corner of his eye as he spoke. “I’d rather not be saving drunk middle-aged men from rip currents, but I’d never leave Hatteras.”

The corners of your lips twitched upward. “Good, cos’ if you leave,” you said, pointing to your other neighbor’s house, “then I’m stuck with Judy and Ted. You can’t do that to me.”

“Oh, God, no.” His eyes widened as he shook his head. “I’d never do that to you. Or I’d just make you come with me.”

Now, your heart was on fire. You raised a brow in reaction to his statement, and his eyes widened again. The words had slipped out—that was easy to understand, but he couldn’t take them back. You wouldn’t want him to.

“Um, yeah—” Luke placed a hand on the back of his neck and backed away toward his home, Petunia following in tow. “Thanks for watering my plants. Expect cupcakes soon.”

“Don’t you dare.”

His grin reached his eyes. “Goodnight,” he said.

You were certain that you were a fool.

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NC-12 was worse on Saturdays. The highway was congested with incoming and outgoing travelers, some careless and some too careful. On the way to work, you were among its passengers. Your baby blue bike was swallowed up whole by the minivans and SUVs that occupied the road. Somehow, you made it out alive every time. All it took was a spontaneous sharp turn from a truck to send you rolling onto the pavement.

It was a miracle you ended up with a dozen scrapes and a sprained wrist. The medical bill wasn’t worth missing a few days off of your paycheck, no matter how horrible the weekends could be. A few members of the rescue squad had shown up at the scene of the minor accident—you were glad that Luke hadn’t been with them. But you also wished that he had.

When you powered through the pain as you pedaled home, you weren’t sure if you wanted to see him. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see his reaction—mild injuries and all, and you weren’t sure if you wanted him to buy out all of the cupcakes on the island to make you feel better. Nevertheless, you didn’t have a choice. He was already getting out of his car once you pulled up.

He waved and smiled, and then his eyes grew wide. The scrape on your left cheek told all.

“Shit, love, you okay?” he said, walking towards you slowly. He kept his movements careful and calculated—he had seen the tears fill your eyes before you realized they were there.

“I’m dandy,” you replied breathily, waving your hand to shake off the emotions. The faux smile you put on only faltered, and the skin beneath your eyes stung.

Luke looked horrified. You could see the twitch in his hands, the way he almost reached out for you as he approached, but he held back. And you could see it in his eyes—all he wanted to do was make you feel better.

“You don’t happen to have any cupcakes, do you?” you asked with a sniff. Your smile wavered, and a small tear slipped down your cheek.

When he chose not to hold back—when he chose to pull you in close, then you decided not to hold back either. With his arms circled around your waist, you didn’t care about soaking through his t-shirt with your tears. You didn’t care that your breathing had picked up to near hyperventilation. You felt safe and warm, so you couldn’t care.

The hug lasted until your quiet sobs calmed. Luke’s chin pulled away from the top of your head as you wiped your cheeks with the back of your wrists.

“What happened?” he said, voice soft.

“Dumb vacationers—” Sniff. “—can’t use a fuckin’ turn signal.”

Luke let out a quiet sigh.

“I’m fine, I just… hurt.”

He glanced at his home over his shoulder and then back at you. “Would you wanna come over? I don’t have any cupcakes, but I have frozen pizza. And Petunia misses you.”

You could hear the unspoken words in his voice. I miss you.

This was what happened when you finally learned someone’s name.

You didn’t know how to explain it, but his living room looked like him. Light blue, wooden walls with collected posters unevenly nailed onto the panels. An old couch was the centerpiece, tan and woven with Petunia snuggled onto it with a blanket beneath her. Bookshelves full of CDs and vinyl records stood on either side of the room, but they had been untouched for some time. The home smelled like him, as strange as it sounded. Warm, woodsy, and comfortable.

From the couch, you sat up straight once the oven door shut. You counted each smell beep as the timer was set. Luke walked into the living room a moment later.

“You sure you don’t want some Advil or something?” he asked. “Or—I dunno—a beer? Maybe? I don’t have a lot, but—”

“A beer actually sounds good,” you said to him, folding your hands over your lap. “It’s been a bit of a shit day.”

He continued talking to you as he headed back into the kitchen. The home was small enough for any voice to carry, and you were glad he could maintain a conversation. That alone told you how much he cared. Despite how long you had lived on the island—a year and four months—and despite how long it took you to know him, it mattered greatly to you that he cared. You cared about him, too. It would be hard to see such a friendly face every day and think otherwise.

“Where’d they take you to get checked out?” he called to you from the next room over.

“Urgent care in Nags Head.”

“You’re kidding.” The sound of bottles clinking on the counter followed.

“Wish I was.”

Pop tops landed into a quiet clatter as he said, “how long were you there?” He joined you in the living room a few seconds later and handed you a bottle of Corona.

“Six hours.”

“Six hours?”

You nodded, sharing your best laugh before taking a sip of the fizzing liquid. “You better believe it. All for some cuts and a sprained-frickin’-wrist. And I’ll bet you my bill is gonna be chewing me up for the next year.”

Luke furrowed his brows and kept his gaze low. He appeared to be thinking about something else. “Did they call my squad?”

“A few guys showed up, yeah.”

He bit his bottom lip. “Dunno why they didn’t call me. I would’ve just took ya home.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t know that everything he said made your heart race pick up. If your day hadn’t been so long, then your nerves would’ve eaten you alive by now. You were lucky, for the katydid calls outside masked any hint of tension between you.

“Thanks for the drink,” you said, words heavy in your throat. Thinking about your nerves only made them worse. And being around him only made you want him more.

He had called you love earlier; it had to mean something.

Luke’s smile was small, but it said enough. “Anytime.”

Although the pizza was cold in the middle and the taste of your drink had gotten old, what mattered to you was the company. Not the sprained wrist that ached with each movement. Not the tight bandages that tugged at your skin because you shifted a certain way. Nothing about the day mattered because it brought you to this.

His laughter was hypnotic—intoxicating almost—and it took away your breath every time. Making him laugh was addicting. Getting to see those few moments when his eyes light up with joy put shame to the ocean only a mile or two away. You wondered how on earth it had taken so long to know him.

And still, you didn’t know him. Just a name, a face, and a dog named Petunia.

“So, the rescue squad, huh?” you teased at one point as you situated yourself closer to Petunia. You learned that her nickname was Piggy and that, while she was cute, she also had the stinkiest farts—according to Luke. Nevertheless, you pressed your face close to hers and smacked a kiss to her forehead. She rolled over to give you access to her tummy. “What’s it like?”

Luke’s soft smile was etched into his skin. “Fuckin’ stressful,” he answered. “But great. It’s like a family.”

“I can imagine it’s not the prettiest job.”

“No.” He shook his head, and his smile fell. As he spoke, he twirled his bottle on the edge of the coffee table. “It’s not. A lot of tourists just don’t pay attention to the ocean, y’know? We put a million signs out there, and they just think that it will never happen to them. Suddenly you get waves going different directions, and you’re floating out with the current. You never know what’s gonna happen.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you listened. He took his job seriously; some people didn’t.

“It’s just—uh, s’just terrible to see it,” he continued, keeping his head down low. “When you save someone from the surf, but they’re not breathing… and then their families are there—their fuckin’ families are screaming and crying. They just wanted a fun day on the beach. And you gotta make sure that no one dies. I’m just lucky to not have seen it much.”

“It’s horrifying.”

He hummed. “Yeah. And I don’t like it when people call us heroes. Cos’ we’re not. I’m not. We’re doing our job. We wanna keep people safe. We wanna make sure no one has to go through that. B-but when it comes down to you, and you have someone’s life in your hands—” Tears pricked at his eyes, and he swallowed thickly before continuing. “—how the hell are you not gonna try to save them? People over-glorify hero moments. We’re all just trying to take care of each other so we’re not mentally scarred along the way.”

“I’ve seen it.”

“You have?”

“I used to vacation here as a teen with my family,” you said, “before I officially decided that tourists are the fucking worst. I just wanted to live here and be on my own. And you’re right—about the screaming and crying. The families stand there to break your heart. I bit my tongue until it bled when I saw that jet ski go out on the water. It doesn’t happen every day, so I just never assumed it would happen around me. Didn’t think forty minutes would pass with nonstop chest compressions. Didn’t think anyone would give up either. Maybe ‘hero’ isn’t the word, just ‘good people’.”

Luke’s eyes were glassy, but he smiled through it. His fingers twitched in your direction on the neck of his bottle. “So—” He cleared his throat. “—what do you do?”

“Oh, it’s my turn now?” you said, biting back a smile. “Just you wait until you hear about all of the trauma I get from being a motel receptionist. I’ll have you beat.”

Once again, his laughter filled the room. All you felt was warmth.

The house rocked after then, lights flickering with the gust, but the wind quickly died. You and Luke shared uncertain glances.

“I’m guessing it doesn’t usually do that.”

Luke shook his head. “Not usually.”

An empty bottle of Corona sat between your palms, moisture growing on the surface from how he made you feel. You asked yourself it was normal to feel this way, if it was something more than the sudden admiration of a mysterious neighbor. You liked him, but how much?

You wanted to spend every moment with him to figure it out. But the last thing you wanted was to overstay your welcome.

“Thanks for this, by the way,” you said, ducking your chin. “For the pizza and stuff. Maybe you’re not a bad neighbor after all.”

Luke smirked. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Your knees creaked as you stood, bones still aching from the impact of the pavement. You wondered how many bruises would appear on your body by morning. Luke stood along with you, towering high but keeping his presence small. He had to know how much he affected you.

“Love you, Piggy,” you mumbled to Petunia with a quick scratch behind her ear.

She huffed in response.

Luke laughed. “She said I love you, too.”

“I’m gonna have to learn how to bake doggie treats for her.”

“But then she’s gonna love you more than she loves me.”

You smiled over your shoulder on your way toward the front door. His eyes had already been burning the back of your head. “That’s the goal,” you told him with one hand on the doorknob. “See you tomorrow?”

He bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. You swore you could see a hint of pink tint his cheeks. “See you tomorrow.”

—

A tropical storm was set to hit two days later. It became a hurricane overnight. Category 1. Category 2. It finally settled on 3, its path set for the Outer Banks before it was meant to swing up the East Coast. A mandatory evacuation was set in place by the next morning.

The air was thick, trees restless and wind loud as it picked up. The sky was a permanent dark gray, and the clouds looked like something one would see in a disaster movie. It wasn’t your first time dealing with tropical storms and hurricanes, but they never failed to make your heart race. The unpredictability—the fate of your home, your belongings, and so on—always scared you.

You loaded as much as you could into your Corolla. The wind didn’t care about your disheveled hair or how high it blew your shorts. It didn’t care that it was tossing sticks off of trees, down onto the roof of your home. You said a quick goodbye to the shingles while you were at it; a few were bound to end up in Pamlico Sound by the end of the week.

As you shut the car door, another door opened behind you. Luke rushed out of his home with Petunia toddling behind.

“You okay?” he called to you. He had two bags over his shoulders, another in his hands before he tossed them into the back of his Jeep. “Know where you’re headin’?”

“Think so,” you said over the wind. “Can’t wait to pee my pants in traffic. Any of the guard staying?”

Luke nodded as his curls danced around his chin. “They’re gonna be spotted up and down the coast. You stay safe out there, all right?”

“Yeah, you too.”

It wasn’t the preferred way of saying goodbye, but the hot, stale air trapped itself in your lungs. You were ready to greet the clicking air conditioner of your broken car like an old friend, and then one turn of the ignition turned into two, three, four, and many more. The headlights flickered off and on, yet the light never stayed long. You hit the steering wheel with the base of your palms in frustration.

A sudden knock at your passenger side window took all of the frustration away.

Luke opened up the door and said, “come with me.”

That was how you ended up beside him, stuck in two-hour traffic while you thought about the way his lips molded around words. Soft rock played quietly on the radio as you sat without making a sound. But it was comfortable silence. Thankful silence. The air before the storm disguised the thick tension.

Petunia wandered around the back seat, on occasion whining before flopping back down onto her blanket. Every so often, you would lean back and scratch her head, and Luke would smile at you. Unspoken words were better than no words at all.

“Tell me about yourself,” you said after a while. With the Bodie Lighthouse to your left, the ocean to your right, the wasn’t much else to keep you occupied. “Not like, childhood trauma stuff, but basic stuff. Favorite color, favorite food—that stuff.”

Luke had one hand on the wheel, the other pressed against his chin while he leaned on the car door. He faced the road yet had his eyes trained on you. “Well, what if I really wanna open up about my childhood traumas?” he asked playfully.

“Hey, I’m all ears. We’re gonna be stuck in traffic until the mainland.”

He chuckled and rubbed beneath his lips. You didn’t know that such a small action could make your cheeks flush. “Favorite color? Hm. Blue, I guess. Favorite food has gotta be those damn macaroons you made me. They were absolutely delicious, babe.”

Your smile lit up the car.

“If you wanna know everything about me, all you gotta do is check out my mum’s Facebook,” he said. “Liz Hemmings. She posts every photo I send her and talks about my love life when she’s bored.”

“Love life, huh?”

He huffs quietly. “Her profile has been a little dry lately then, I guess.” When his eyes found yours, a small smile grew on his lips. “She’d love you. I’ll have t’let you know when she comes to visit next.”

“Oh man,” you said. “I’m already meeting my neighbor’s mom.”

Luke chuckled. “Uh oh. I didn’t push it too far, did I?”

“Didn’t know we were there yet, s’all. But I’d be happy to meet her.”

He set his hand down on the gear shift. Inches away from yours. “She’d just wonder what the hell you’re doin’ around me. Tell you that you’re too good for me. Stuff like that. I mean, it’s true.”

“Just tell her that I can’t afford to move, so I’m stuck with you.”

“Aw, you don’t mean that.”

“Unfortunately, no. I don’t mean that.”

“Good,” he mumbled, glancing out the window. “Cos’ I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

—

The hurricane made landfall at two in the morning. The hotel walls of the Quality Inn shook and rain pattered hard against the window. The alarm clock beside the bed turned black. From across the room, you could barely hear Luke stir in his own bed. And despite the storm, your heart still tugged at the thought of him there with you.

The wind was the worst thing of all. You thought about your home, the plants you dragged inside, and the windsock you forgot to take down. Maybe Luke would let you borrow his. But all that mattered, in the moment, was the voice calling your name through the pitch-black night. Somehow, it carried over the storm, over the howling wind and the rain coming down in sheets. It pulled your heart right out of your chest.

Your eyes were heavy with sleep as you said, “Luke?

You could hear him turn over in bed, but through the dark, you could only make out the edges of his figure. You hoped he had turned to face you.

“Hey. You okay?” His voice was soft, and you felt the storm slowly slip away.

“Can’t sleep” you answered. “Not a big fan of storms.”

He was barely awake, quiet words of “wanna come over here?” floating in the air-conditioned air. Your own words were stuck in your throat. So you didn’t answer. You rose from your bed instead, feet padding to the opposite side of his bed before crawling under the sheets beside him. His warmth radiated off of him.

Luke’s hand was right beside your hand. You swore you could hear his breaths over the wind. If you were able to see his features so close to yours, you would cease to exist. Your heart had found a comfortable home in your throat.

Fingers wove in between yours, gentle and warm like they were barely there, but they were all you could feel. Rough in the right places. Luke’s hand rested on yours, his pulse beating low and steady.

You knew that words would steal the moment away.

As his fingers traced your skin, the heat in your chest grew. It was normal. It was beautiful. And it was yours. So you held his hand right back.

When his forehead met yours, you knew you were done for. The storm completely faded from your mind. Noses touched and breaths fell into sync, but your heartbeat was loud in your ears. All you could think about was the feeling of his lips brushing yours. You couldn’t remember when your eyes closed. The last thing you felt was Petunia nudging your foot at the end of the bed, and then you fell asleep in Luke’s arms.

The kiss was nothing but a dream.

You were allowed back on the island three days later. Unsaid things invaded your mind on the ride down the coast, but you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to say a word. Luke was busy humming along to every song that came on the radio. That was all you needed to hear.

Pelican Perch road was covered with leaves and natural debris, but the homes were well intact. As the car neared the end of the street, you caught a glimpse of your windsock swaying in the breeze. It was a miracle it hadn’t blown away.

Luke helped you with your bags in silence, a small exchange of smiles and brushing hands to fill in the empty space instead. This wasn’t how you wanted it to be. Yet, you never said anything.

Once the night crept in, you could no longer distract yourself with streaming movies through overused cellular data. The power was still out on the island. Everything in your fridge had gone bad, and your phone was near death by ten o’clock. And the winds, despite the long-gone storm, carried on.

You slipped on a pair of flip-flops—never mind the wet, sandy dirt caked around the edges—and walked over to Luke’s. The bugs were especially loud that night. There were no lights to guide you, no way of knowing where you were stepping, and then something hit you. Someone.

“Jesus,” he muttered, gripping your elbow to balance you.

“Luke?”

“It’s me.”

You set your hand on his arm just to feel him. His hold on you never left. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Well—” His hand slipped down to your wrist as he chuckled. Beautiful. “Comin’ to find you, I guess. You okay?”

“I’ve got a hankering for ice cream, but it’s all melted,” you said. “But I don’t suppose your freezer is working anyway. I just didn’t wanna be alone.”

“Me either, darling.”

“Darling. That’s nice.”

“Yeah?”

“I like it.”

He stepped closer to you, slow hands finding yours.

“Coming to find me, huh?” you asked.

Luke hummed and set his forehead on yours. Now, you didn’t know what to say. You figured it was best to not say anything at all. You leaned into the kiss and allowed his lips to mold against yours. Every moment you were apart was replaced with another kiss, excelling in desperation and satisfying any need through its touch. It was heavenly and full of heat and desire.

He cupped your cheek, pressing himself closer to you as he deepened the kiss one last time. You were breathless and cold without him near.

“I still owe you cupcakes, don’t I?” he asked quietly. You could see his smile through the night.

“At least two dozen by now.”

His chuckle filled your heart with warmth. “Anything for you, love. Would you like to come inside?”

You tightened your grip in his hand. “Gladly.”

—

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[valkyrieofsmut]

Boys reaction to their S/O sending them a text saying they are a parent now and not responding to text or calls for a bit till they arrive home with a bunch of cat/dog stuff and a cat/dog. Turns out a coworker bought the cat/dog but could no longer/did not want to take care of it anymore and pushed it onto mc. As mc tries to get rid of it they fall in love with it and can’t get rid of it.

"Sooooo... You're a parent, now..." That's what the message said; "you're a parent, now." Nothing else, no explanation, no nothing! What the heck! Who would do something like this?! Only one person the skeleton could think of; (Y/n)... The problem really is... THEY'RE NOT ANSWERING THEIR FUCKING PHONE TO EXPLAIN THIS BULLSHIT!!! What the hell is going on?!

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Classic- He's kinda panicking internally. He doesn't know what to do...! He goes to Grillby's and... drinks... When he gets back, he's not tipsy or anything, it was just a couple of drinks to clear his skull, but he can't help feeling like he's going to pass out. He opens the door and sees (Y/n) laying on the couch. Their face appears above the couch and they quickly sit up with a sheepish grin. "H-hi, Sans... Say hello to your son..." An adorable, gangly puppy jumps off the couch and runs to him as (Y/n) starts babbling, "see, my coworker found out they were allergic to dogs, and..." Relief fills him. This will be funny later- key word being "later".

Creampuff- He's very confused. It can't actually be his child; they'd have to do things to make that happen on purpose... Did- did (Y/n) cheat on him?! Was he not fulfilling their needs? (Y/n) gets back from work to him crying. Worry fills them and they rush to him, kneeling down and asking what's wrong as they rub their hands over him to comfort him. Suddenly someone is licking his skull, and he looks up, surprised! And confused... "Uh, so, I'm sorry- just; my coworker's dog had puppies, and we managed to get the other two homes, but we couldn't find one for this little guy, and they couldn't keep him, and I didn't want him to end up at the pound, so..." He's so happy, listening to (Y/n) ramble about how they couldn't think of anything else to do, and he feels a bit silly for even thinking they'd cheat on him, they were obviously too kind and loving for that!

Red- What- what the hell?! Why was (Y/n) not answering any of his calls or texts?! He can't stand it- he has to find them! He shortcuts to their work- they left already. He shortcuts to where they usually stop and pick up a soda or whatever to destress on the way home- not there. He shortcuts back home, pacing the perimeter, until, he finally sees them! He's standing right in front of the car when they park, waiting for some damn answers! Neither says anything as (Y/n) exits the car and goes around to the other side, opening the back door and grabbing something, eyes never leaving his. A young looking dog jumps out of the car, its almost squareish head turning to look at him, ears perking. He glares at the dog suspiciously, and the dog looks up at (Y/n), sensing their nervousness, and checking for clues on if this new person is to be trusted. "Um... So, my coworker's apartment building has a ban on pit bulls, and, they really don't usually do well in shelters and stuff because of the stigma against them- really, you have a lot in common!" "yeah? what's that?" "Pit bulls are assumed to be violent, and aggressive, and ill tempered, but they're really just these big, protective cuddle bugs who are smart, and love their people. Also... I love both of you..." He gives in, though he does try to make it seem like he's putting up a fight.

Edge- Why- why the hell would he get a message like that?! He is irritated (and nervous), waiting for (Y/n) to get back, arms crossed and foot tapping. When the door opens and (Y/n)'s sheepish head pops out from around the doorway, he gives a glare that leaves no room for interpretation of how he's feeling. "Don't be mad..." He lifts a browbone. "AND WHY SHOULD I NOT BE MAD?" "Ok, so my coworker's aunt has health issues, and can't take care of her cat anymore, and it hates my coworker- she said it won't even let her be in the same room with it-" "THAT'S REDICULOUS; AN ANIMAL AS SMALL AS A CAT IS NOT INHERENTLY INTIMIDATING, AND YOU CANNOT LET THE ANIMAL DICTATE YOUR HOUSE." "R-right... Anyway... She brought the cat to work and was trying to get a new home for-" Edge's glare hardens. "But the cat ran! And- and terrorized the whole place, and ran up to the ceiling in the files-!" He's still not saying anything, and (Y/n) gets nervous. "And I was the only one that could get close, and that didn't get hissed at-!" There's a pause as (Y/n) steels their nerves and steps fully into the room, showing a pile of fur in their arms. "And since I was the only one that could be around the cat without getting hurt, they all decided to send it home with me..." Edge eyes the fluffy, unpleasant looking beast in (Y/n)'s arms, glaring at the animal, who glared back, then sat down in his favorite wingback chair. The fluffy monstrosity leaped from (Y/n)'s arms, a little unwieldy, but landing perfectly naturally, and struts up to the chair Edge is sitting in, leaping lightly into his lap and plopping down before unceremoniously sticking a back leg in the air and beginning to clean itself. He is now sitting in a chair, looking intimidating, arms folded, glare set, a large, very fluffy cat sitting on his lap and licking its ass. He thinks that it must look quite comedic, and can tell that (Y/n) is trying their hardest not to laugh. "AT LEAST YOU BROUGHT HOME A CLEAN BEAST." (Y/n) smiles at him and goes to his side, nuzzling his jaw. "Can I bribe you with kisses?" Edge's shoulders straighten. "I SUPPOSE THAT COULD BE ACCEPTABLE."

Blue- He's so worried-! There's no answer when he calls, and he even texted! He's pacing trails into the floor, wearing paths into it... Then he hears (Y/n)'s car and hurries out to it. "WHAT HAPPENED?! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" A hyperactive puppy climbs over the seats into the front and dashes out through the door, heading straight for him! It's yellowish fur looks very soft as it dances around his legs, yipping and trying to entice play. "WHA- WHO'S THIS?" "Meet... your daughter...!" (Y/n) offers. "YOU- YOU MEAN- THIS LITTLE GIRL IS THE REASON FOR THAT MESSAGE?" "Yeah..." "WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET HER?" "Well... My coworker's dog had puppies, and we were able to get all the others homes, but..." Blue's grinning at them. He loves how sweet they are. "COME ON, (Y/N), LET'S GO PLAY WITH OUR CHILD, THEN!" He runs off and the puppy happily barks and follows.

Stretch- Uh- he's not comfortable with this- this is not cool with him! Where the hell did (Y/n) get a kid?! He's stuffing his face with honey and chocolate covered honeycomb at Muffet's. But... He eventually has to go back. He's sitting on the couch, looking miserable, when (Y/n) gets back. They timidly come into the room, holding a kitten, apologizing for the weird message and explaining that one of the people at work got the kitten for their kid, but found out the kid was allergic- He doesn't trust it... It's something new, and he doesn't like it! (Y/n) feels bad, because he obviously doesn't like the kitten, but they've fallen in love with it, and who else could give it a good home- no one would take it at work, and she didn't want it to end up in a shelter! Stretch tries his normal laying on the couch, and the kitten keeps jumping up in him and cuddling close. It doesn't seem to get the hint of him not liking it... He does find its antics amusing as it has kitten business that it attends to, seeming to consist of running around crazily and jumping on dust particles... He falls asleep on the couch and wakes up to the kitten sleeping on him, looking like there's a huge smile on its face... purring. It becomes the normal position for them, and Stretch won’t let (Y/n) move the kitten off of him. (Y/n) comes home to find that, and is glad that he's finally given the kitten a chance.

Black- He’s a bit paranoid. This is a very strange message- was it a covert message? Was it a warning, was it a code begging for help?! He uses all of his skills to figure out what’s happening, and finds (Y/n) before they can even get home, finding them in the parking lot of their work. “I- I’m sorry, I couldn’t get back on my phone to answer-” Black grabs them close to him, “DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU HAD ME FEARING FOR YOUR LIFE?!” And there’s a growl from behind them. Black pulls back, ready to defend his love- only to see a largish brown and black dog attempting to do the same. He appraises the animal and waits for explanation. “My coworker’s building won’t let them have large dogs, or Dobermans, and everyone is afraid of them, even though it’s stupid- they’re just protective-” Black steps back from (Y/n) and walks closer to the dog, holding out his hand, handling the dog perfectly well, and is petting it after a moment. Ok, yeah, (Y/n) should have seen that coming... all the dogs in the Underground, after all... Black is happy to have this dog in their lives now; one more set of eyes and sharp teeth to protect his family- and the fact that it can intimidate people just by being there is a good thing, too.

Mutt- He is not amused in the least. He uses all of his skills to track down (Y/n), finding them at work, looking frustrated and put upon. He’s probably quite menacing as he strides toward (Y/n), but a fluffy head lifts from the floor next to them before he gets there. The very fluffy and adorable looking dog stands, showing its height and curled tail, staring at him. (Y/n) quickly gestures to the door outside with a nod, and he clenches his jaw in irritation, but shortcuts, waiting for them to meet him. They soon walk out of the building, the dog following without even being on a leash, stopping as they do, and sitting at attention, seeming to be glaring him down. Mutt steps forward, and the dog leaps to all fours, growling at him. (Y/n) tries to calm the dog, Mutt tries to get them away from the danger, the dog tries to get the perceived danger away from (Y/n)... “Mutt! Stop! Pin! Down!” The dog sits again at (Y/n)’s side, still glaring at him and softly growling. “what’s goin’ on,” it’s a demand- something that (Y/n) is not used to hearing from him. “My friend, Mary, she has to move, and Akitas are on the not allowed list, because they can be aggressive, and are very protective of their people- and, since I go over there a bunch, and Pin knows me- well, I’m the only other person that he’ll accept being around, pretty much...” (Y/n) gets down and hugs the dog, petting it, then stands and hugs Mutt, who feels a certain amount of satisfaction when the dog’s fluffy ears focus forward and mouth snaps shut as though asking, “what the hell is this?!” He wraps himself around (Y/n), smirking when the dog just looks irritated, but doesn’t make any moves. After some research into the breed, Mutt thinks this is a great development, appreciating that Pin will protect (Y/n), and perhaps later his brother, at all costs, having read stories of the breed defending their family to the death. He even thinks of maybe breeding him... but gives up on that when he finds out that the dog is fixed. He’s very interested in the breed now, though.

Axe- He is very troubled, trying to remember if they were trying to have a kid... He didn't think so... But he's been wrong about stuff before... ... ... He got lost in his mind... Thoughts of everything are going through his mind... (Y/n) gets home to see him sitting in his chair, lost in space, disassociated, his hand holding on to his eye socket. "Axe, love," they call, wanting to get his attention so to not startle him. He snaps back to and his eyelight settles on them, blank for a moment as everything comes back. They've got a tiny, furry thing held against their chest. "that what your... message was about?" "Um... Yeah... My friend at work volunteers at an animal shelter, and... They didn't think this little one would be adopted... and, of course, no one at work would take it..." They look like they're on the edge of crying, and Axe wants to go give people a good talking to... (Y/n) gets closer, holding the kitten out. One eye is closed while the other is wide open, its tail looks almost half as long as it should be, and one foreleg is missing up to the elbow. He lifted a glare to them, wondering why they brought some broken thing home- wasn't he broken enough- didn't he cause enough problems- wasn't he enough to pity?! (Y/n) sat on his lap, cuddling against him with the kitten held close between them. It looked around, intimidated by all the large, new things, but not acting like it was any different than any other skittish kitten. "Little babe was attacked by a dog, lost half it's tail and a paw- they had to amputate to a better place to avoid more problems and injuries. It already had an infection that took its eye... This little one has already dealt with more than enough in its short life. Of course, no one wants an animal that isn't perfect, so they end up just staying there, until- ... And I couldn't let that happen... Not while I could do something about it..." Axe's glare softened, and he let out a sigh, looking down at the two in is lap. Of course it wasn't pity that had made his sweet (Y/n) bring the kitten home... It was the drive of knowing that it would be able to live a happy life, knowing that it wouldn't be possible in its current situation, and knowing that they could do something about it. What he liked to call their drive of "if you won't fix this bullshit, I will!" He nuzzled against them, a low, raspy purr coming from his chest. "love ya, (y/n)." The answer of "I love you, ya goof" made his smile grow wider. Life was good.

Crooks/Bun- He knows that there has to be some explanation of this, there has to be- because otherwise, (Y/n) would be crazy... and... they’re not... right? No... So when they get home with an old hound dog, he takes a breath, glad that he’d been right. Turns out that someone at work had the old boy in and was trying to get him a home. (Y/n) had fallen in love with him because the dog reminded them of him! Big, liked taking walks and checking things out, pretty blind... Bun likes the dog a lot! He’s a good companion for his walks, and Bun has a lot of empathy when he runs into things. “It Happens To Us All.” He’s also very useful to have around as a hound breed! When Sans wanders off, if he gets lost or not, the dog can track him down with little problem. Also, when Bun feels like he’s been moving too much, and he’s starting to feel pain, the fact that the dog will lay down with him and doesn’t need a lot of running around puts him at ease, like keeping him company is doing something, and not just sitting around doing nothing.

Dusty- He doesn’t know what to think. He goes to (Y/n)’s work and follows them around in the shadows, watching... He’s there a couple of hours before he sees that there’s a cage under (Y/n)’s desk. He can’t quite tell what’s in it, but he knows that he has to be prepared. He goes home and waits, ready for whatever is going to happen. When (Y/n) arrives home, carrying the cage, greeting him with a smile. “Hey, so, look what I got from a coworker...!” He steps closer, wary, seeing a rabbit in some wood shavings. “They had it for their grandkids, but they never really took care of it, so...” Dusty keeps staring at it. “I renamed it Papyrus!” Dust’s eyelights shoot up to them at that. “papyrus?” “Yeah! This is bunny Papyrus... you can litter train rabbits and let them run around, and they are pretty smart and get into some pretty funny hijinks...” (Y/n) named the rabbit Papyrus to hopefully keep him from killing it... Interestingly enough, he stalks the rabbit as something to do. He follows it around from the shadows, and studies how it acts when left to its own devices. Then he starts hiding little treats for it and watches it try to find them. Ghost Paps refers to it as “BUNNY ME.”  (This is actually how I got a guinea pig years ago lol)

[cozyjsuh]

nct au

favorite things au

genre: all fluff here

pairing: nct 127 x reader

taeil: hand kisses

10/10 the most loving person ever

loves to hold your hand and place kisses on it whenever you’re around

the other boys gag at the sight of their simp of a member 

“ew hyung. get a room.”

“you rascal, i can’t. i share with yuta.”

movie nights with him would just consist of him holding your hand close to his mouth so he could kiss it whenever he wants to

the both of your hands get super sweaty but he still doesn’t let go

leans his head onto your shoulder while you concentrate on the movie

when you sleep, he holds your hand close to his lips

overall, he loves the softness of your hands

johnny: forehead kisses

the man is literally 7’11

he can barely reach your forehead by bending down

when he embraces you, your face gets buried in his chest

and i’m ngl, you literally almost suffocate

still, the giant loves affection and touch

you’re literally big spoon 7/10 times

he loves to kiss your forehead when he comes back home from work

on date nights, as the both of you wait for the subway, he wraps you inside of his jacket and pulls you close to his chest while pressing forehead kisses nonstop.

“y/n. please come to bed, i wanna snuggle.”

“sorry, but working on something important.”

“more important than me?”

“of course.”

let me tell you, he sulked. for like an hour before asking for more cuddles.

“i’m just kidding, john. you’re more important than anything.”

flurry of forehead kisses and cuddles

taeyong: cheek kisses

a total softie

and everybody knows it

he likes to stare at you with a small smile every time you enthusiastically talk about anything

tbh most of the time it’s about your university classes

he doesn’t care because he just loves you too much

gets super jealous when you’re hanging around the other members

so he plants kisses on your cheeks every once in a while

you don’t notice his behavior until you feel a tiny tug on your sleeve and find him pouting

“why are you pouting?”

“because.”

“because?”

“pay attention to me, not them.”

you laugh at his words

“okay.”

he leans over to you and leaves a flurry of kisses on your cheeks whenever you lie on his bed and wait for him to finish playing games

your animal crossing houses are legit #couplegoals

he becomes mom of the nct group while you the dad

just loves you so much that he can’t keep his lips off of your cheeks

yuta: neck kisses

as everyone should know, yuta nakamoto is a trouble maker

he loves to embarrass you in front of anybody

which means giving you random neck kisses in front of your parents or the members

he also loves to do stupid pranks on you

one time, he put one red sock in with your white laundry

let’s just say, he got a good beating and slept on the couch for a week

another time, he mixed wasabi into your mint ice cream

thanks to your high spice tolerance you felt nothing

but he felt something when you beat him again

as you lay in bed, watching netflix on your ipad, he jumps on top of you and leaves soft kisses on your neck

“yuta, it tickles.”

does it more just to tease you

by the time you leave their dorm, your neck is wet with yuta’s saliva

doyoung: eye kisses

you lay in bed with him

enjoying the sunlight that shines through his window, to be exact

since his manager was busy with the other boys

the both of you had a chill day

you lay your head against his chest as music softly plays from his record player

he plays with your hair

twisting it, twirling it, everything basically

your legs wrap around his as he softly laughs while watching videos on his phone

“honey.”

“yes y/n?”

 “what do you love about me?”

“to be honest love, everything. but if i have to pick one thing, it would be your eyes.”

“why?”

“because i know that i’m the only one you look at.”

he leans and gently kisses your eyelid

and he’s right, he’s the only one you see

jaehyun: ear kisses

let me just get this out there

this boy wakes you up with ear kisses

he just adores your ears the most

he also loves it when you snuggle into his chest

that’s just when he can get closer to your ear

he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, fully aware that you are listening

“you’re so beautiful.” or

“i’m so glad you’re mine.”

loves kissing your outer ear

with the plus of hearing your giggles

by the time he arrives back home, he back hugs you as you cook dinner

again, he whispers

“how was your day,” or

“hello honey.”

his breath tickles your ear

you push him off

“just get ready for dinner. then i’ll allow you to finish.”

he speeds off and comes back in legit four seconds

ready to give some ear kisses

jungwoo: nose kisses

junguwu

what’s more to say

he loves the size of your nose

especially when he can boop it with his finger

you can literally spend years away from jungwoo

but he will never forget your beautiful nose

any chance he gets, he doesn’t forget to kiss your nose

he will always take you to little hidden cafes for some alone time with you

the both of you read books while in the company of one another

you stare out into the snowy city

jungwoo on the other hand, stares at you

before grabbing your hand and running outside with you

you look at him surprised as he lets go and picks up a snowball before throwing it at your face

you then repeat his action

at the end of your snowball fight, your noses were red

he wraps his scarf around your neck and uses it to pull you closer before

dropping a kiss on your red nose

mark: classic lip kisses

mans is a classic romantic

he loves to leave pecks on your mouth randomly throughout the day

whenever you talk to him or the other members, the only thing he stares at are your lips

yuta, unfortunately notices

“yo mark, are you distracted by y/n’s lips?”

“w-what? n-no.”

you softly laugh and continue your story

one day, you and mark decide to go to an amusement park

he plays a bit of games to win you a stuffed animal

in which all attempts were fails

so you told him it was fine and just decided to go on rides

but not rollercoasters cause mark is a literal child

but your last ride of the day ends up being the ferris wheel

as the both of you finally reach the top, mark speaks

“y/n, i love you so much.”

“i love you too mark.”

he leans in for a kiss on his favorite part of your body

your lips

haechan: shoulder blade kisses

he’s a little shit

but he’s your little shit

you walk into the dreamies practice room as the finish up

setting down the bag of chicken you bought for them

hyuck takes you out of the room and to the roof of the building

“where are we going?”

“shh.”

he opens the door and

bam, picnic on the rooftop

“hyuck, you set this up?”

“no, jaemin and jeno did. but i helped!”

back hugging you, he leaves subtle kisses along your shoulder blades

the rest of the night was spent making fun of each other and a food fight

in which, you got in trouble by doyoung and taeyong

but you ran away after so it was fine

a/n: hi, i’m not dead, yet. but this is my first post after being on a super long hiatus on writing because of my writers block. i have so many stories i need to finish, so please stay optimistic and continue loving my stories!

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[weirdthinkingdragon]

Welcome To The Family (1/???)

Yandere EraserMic household x reader

Finally decided to start writing it! I’ve never babysat in my life, so if this is incredibly wrong I’m sorry. No warnings for now. No idea how many chapters this is going to be right now, but for sure at least 3-5.

I’m on my way to babysit two new children. Well, a child and later in the day a teenager when they get back from school. It’s beyond astonishing somehow being the one selected to babysit two children of heroes. They’re adopted, but that makes it all the more strange. I can’t complain much though. They’re paying a rather large amount and asked me to keep quiet about it. I have to go there early in the morning and be there most of the day. They also warned me some days I may have to babysit them longer than others. They did also warn me a few of their students may come by to hang out with Eri for a bit. 

My fist knocks on the door four times. Yamada- hopefully, I remembered who is who correctly- opens it. He lets me in with a giant and welcoming smile on his face. In the living room were the other three. Eri, and the other which must be Shinsou, look at me cautiously. Eri hides a bit behind the black-haired adult while Shinsou seems rather watchful and wary of me. I crouch down to her level but stay a bit away to introduce myself. “You must be Eri. I’ve heard a lot about you. My name’s Y/N. I hope to get along with you.” This is true, I’ve been informed by the two about what she has been through. 

The black-haired man confirms with a small nod down to her as she looks up at him. Whatever that was supposed to be about, it helped make her take a step away from him and look at me more. 

Aizawa- hopefully, I’m still correct- looks at the clock. “We need to go now.” the blond nods and leaves for their rather expensive-looking black car. Aizawa leaves as well. Shinsou glares at me one last time before he starts to head towards the door as well. “Don’t do anything you will regret.” He threatens and leaves too. 

Eri sits on the couch still timidly staring at me. To say it felt awkward between us is an understatement. “So, Eri, would you like to show me your favorite toys? Or maybe there’s a show you really like we could watch for a while?” Like a lightswitch, her eyes light up like she was just told she could have all the candy in the world. She then takes off up the stairs for presumably her bedroom. I wait in the living room for her return. I take a moment to examine the living room better. There are hardly any pictures on the walls. There’s only one with the four of them and a bunch of teens. Must be his class. They look like a chaotic and lively bunch. The light gray couch is in the middle of the living room with a large flat screen T.V. in front of it. To the left of the couch and a little behind is a matching gray loveseat with a giant cat tree between it and the wall. Huh, so they have a cat or possibly two. Surprised they’re not in the living room. The black stand under the T.V. matches the coffee table in front of it. There’s a door straight from the main entrance I entered from. My guess is either a bathroom or the kitchen. Next to it is a flight of stairs that Eri went up. That must lead to the bedrooms. There’s another door next to the stairs. A closet maybe? Or maybe another bedroom.

Eri comes down a few minutes later with five stuffed animals in her arms. A green rabbit with matching green eyes, a brown teddy bear with beady eyes, a blue galaxy patterned fox with turquoise eyes,  a yellow dog with blue eyes, and a cute tiny light gray unicorn with glittery pink eyes. It looks like her and seems like her favorite with how it seems a little worn. They’re all so adorable that I think my heart might have melted. 

“Aw, what are their names?” She proudly holds them up and says their names. The one that got me was “Deku”. Doesn’t that mean useless? How would a child know that term? More importantly, how are the adults allowing her to name it that? 

“Deku? Why is it named that?” 

“He saved me. I wanted a stuffed animal like him!” She cheerfully says. I’m not going to question why they chose that name. 

“They sound like amazing people! I can’t wait to meet them someday!” She smiles at me. It quickly becomes sad instead. “But I won’t be going to the school with them anymore…” 

I try to think of how to make her feel better. Those two must be the ones her fathers warned me will come over at some point. “Well, maybe I could ask your parents if they can come over someday after school.” She enthusiastically nods. 

It grows quiet between us again as she holds her stuffed animals. 

I look back at the cat tree. “I see you have a cat tree. Do you know where the cat is?” 

“We have three!” she cheerfully informs. 

“Three? Wow! I bet they keep you safe, huh?” I question. She shrugs. “Mochi is too big to even jump on the bed.” 

“Mochi? Cute name!”

“Mrow” came a sudden voice from the cat tree. There’s a box part on the floor I somehow missed earlier. A rather fat cat saunters out of it. “Mochi!” Eri cheerfully yells and goes over to it. It’s an orange tabby. She tries to pick him up and miraculously succeeds. It’s so comical I can’t help but laugh. A child carrying a cat that’s almost as big as her. She waddles over with it and places them on the couch between us. They just yawn, stretch, and lie down right where they were plopped. They roll over to show their belly. I rub the belly of it. How could I not? Once again, it doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. 

“What are the names of the other two?” I ask. 

“Sundae and Oreo! They’re brothers!” 

“Are they as big as Mochi?” She shakes her head. “No. My dads went to buy things that feed the cats when we are not home.” 

“That’s good! Maybe later we could try finding the other two and have a tea party or something.” She looked like she was nearly screaming in excitement at the news. “Only one of my dads likes to do tea parties with me.” 

I smile. “Well, now you have two that do!”

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Many hours later, she decided she wanted to do the tea party. We were able to find the other two cats which were sleeping on her dads’ bed. Eri told me they were in there since I didn’t go in there out of respect. Unfortunately, I didn’t bring a dress or suit to change into for her. I’ll have to remember that for next week so I can do it when not babysitting. 

Oreo and Sundae were rather difficult to settle down into chairs around the table. They’re tuxedos and an easy way to tell which is who is apparently the white eyebrows on Oreo that makes him look always angry. We just gave up when they decided to sit on the table instead of the chairs.

The tea set is a pastel green with interesting shiny gold lines decorating it. It’s a great contrast to the small dark red table it’s on in her room. She has tons of drawings with her, Shinsou, and the two adults covering her walls. There’s also a few with a green-haired and blond with her. There is nothing in the teacups as she passes one to me. “Why, thank you, Eri!” She smiles and nods. That smile needs to be protected.

It’s hard to think someone could do something so evil to such an innocent bean. I’m beyond glad she’s in a much better home now. I’ve only known her for like half a day, but if something were to happen to her, I’d kill everyone around me and then myself. She looks behind me and lights up more. “Toshi!” 

I turn around to see Shinsou leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed and a glare aimed at me. How long has he been there? Man, he’s incredibly quiet. I understand why he doesn’t trust me yet. I’m still a stranger after all. It would be more concerning if he did trust me immediately. I give him an inviting smile. “Welcome, Shinsou! Why don’t you come to our tea party instead of standing there? I’m sure Eri would be more than happy to have her brother join!” 

“Yes! C’mon Toshi, please?” She begs. He shakes his head. “You two go ahead. I’d rather watch for now.” He says, hardening his glare at me. Eri doesn’t seem to notice his glare and goes back to her chair. How cute though, a protective brother! She deserves nothing less. 

After that, she wanted to show me her favorite show. Shinsou sits rather close to her between us. Seems a bit excessive, but whatever makes him comfortable I guess. Checking the clock above the T.V., it was almost time for me to go. 

Shinsou goes to the bathroom, but something tells me he’s testing me. I mean, I didn't do anything before he came home, and wouldn’t Eri have already run to him if I did do something? Well, with the villains around you can’t be so sure. 

Eri swings her feet while sitting farther up on the couch. “Are you going to come back tomorrow?” 

“Of course! We still have so many things we have to do together!” I reach over and go to rub her head. She flinches so I take my hand away and think for a moment. How can I get her to trust me without any problems occurring? “Hey, Eri?” She looks at me again with trust, yet a hint of unease still in her eyes. Please don’t tell me I just royally screwed up. “How about this. I do to myself what I’m going to do to you, and you can allow it or not. Like this.” I say, and gently rub the top of my head. I bring my hand halfway to her and wait for her reply. 

It takes a moment, but she gives me a small nod. I rub her head, making her give a big smile to me. 

At that moment, the door opened to reveal the two men. They were tense as we locked eyes, but that went away when they noticed Eri was smiling at me. 

“Welcome back you guys! Eri and I had so much fun today. She even brought me to her tea party! Your cats gave us quite a bit of trouble to involve them though.” I inform as Eri goes to hug Yamada and then Aizawa right after. 

Shinsou comes into the room as well. Like a silent conversation, he gives a curt nod to Aizawa, which he returns. 

Yamada smirks at me. “But what’s important is… Did ya succeed?” 

I shrug. “Kind of. We got them to stay on the table instead of the chair.” He snickers. “That’s those devious two!” He looks down at Eri. “Ya must have had a lotta fun, huh? Sad to miss the party!” 

I decide to leave so they get more time as a family before they have to go to bed. I don’t need to interfere with that. I wave to her as I go to the door and put on my shoes. “See you tomorrow, Eri!” She waves back, shocking the two adults. Wonder why they’re shocked about that. Maybe she doesn’t usually trust new people as fast? Well, I’ve always been pretty good with children. 

I wave at the three men as well and leave excited for what tomorrow might bring.

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I have rather big plans for this story. Hopefully I keep up with it, and I promise it will get better later on. 

#EraserMic household #yandere present mic #yandere eraserhead #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere hizashi yamada #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere x reader #yandere mha x reader #welcome to the family

[erin-bo-berin]

The Perfect Home

MASTERLIST

This was an anon request for house hunting with Spencer and him talking about future kids. This was the cutest prompt and I loved writing this. It’s a bit shorter but I love how it turned out. Happy reading and happy Spencer feels.

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: G (fluff)

Word Count: 1,816

“Spencer, what was wrong with that one?”

“Eh, it just didn’t feel right.”

House hunting was something that was always a chore, but with your boyfriend Spencer in tow it had seemed to become an impossible task.

“Spence, we’ve looked at half a dozen houses and you’ve said almost the exact same thing every time,” you pointed out.

“I know, I know,” he chuckled, as he helped you out of the taxi, in front of the next house you were scheduled to look at.

“So then what’s the issue?” you huffed, following him up the sidewalk of the house.

“I just want it to be perfect.”

He took the key that the real estate agent had given him and opened the front door. Apparently, you had taken too long and the agent had to dash off to an appointment with another client. 

Luckily, she was very understanding and had mentioned if you still hadn’t found the right house, she’d work to find you other options to look at. So far, all the houses you had seen had been stunning in your opinion. But then again, you both were going from a small apartment to an actual house. 

The ironic thing about the two of you moving wasn’t because you were outgrowing his apartment—although technically you were—but the fact that you no longer had any room for both of your book collections. He had had his own bookshelves when you first moved in and you had added to the collection with your own books. The poor living room now had overflowing bookshelves and stacks of books everywhere you turned.

He had his collection of classics, some in different languages, technical books and lots of books you couldn’t even imagine cracking open without it putting you to sleep. But he loved them and that’s all that mattered. 

On the other hand, you had all of your books. From fantasy to thriller, historical fiction to romance, you seemed to have a bit of everything. You typically read more fiction whereas your boyfriend definitely read more non-fiction.

Either way, it made for an impressive library if you did say so yourself.

The door of the house opened into a large foyer with wooden floors, a staircase off to the right and a gorgeous chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“Wow,” you whispered, amazed.

“Not bad,” Spencer approved.

You sighed, half exasperated, half amused and followed him through into the house.

The foyer led back to the living room, which was huge. 

“Now this would be able to fit our numerous bookshelves,” Spencer chuckled, looking around, “See we could put furniture there, the tv there and have bookshelves all the way around both sides of the room against the walls.”

“Okay, I see your point,” you nodded, imagining.

“Come on, the kitchen is through here.”

You followed him into the kitchen, where there was a table off to one side, filled with at least 6 chairs. In the middle of the kitchen, across from the sink was a large island. The stove and microwave was stainless steel, a fridge of the same metal would match it perfectly.

“This would be great to fix breakfasts and have all our kids lined up here where we can keep an eye on them.”

“All of them huh? Just exactly how many are you thinking?” you joked.

You and Spencer had talked about having kids one day. You knew he wanted a big family and you were okay with that. Being from a small family yourself, you liked the idea of having a big family. Just how many though, you hadn’t really discussed yet.

“I don’t know. Five or six,” he said, peering at you to gauge your reaction.

“I think I can handle that. As long as it isn’t all at once.”

“Well I was thinking we could try for twins or triplets,” he smirked.

“Then you’re having those all on your own,” you chuckled, “Twins, maybe. Triplets, definitely not.”

“But imagine it,” he said, “You fixing eggs and bacon, me fixing the coffee, the kids sitting at the island eating happily and chattering. Generally just being angels.”

“Angels? Your kids?” you smirked, moving back towards the hallway.

“Hey, I’m an angel!” he called after you.

You both walked upstairs to check out the bedrooms. You were a bit surprised when you realized it was a 4 bedroom, 3 bath house.

“Spencer, this is huge. Way too big for just us.”

You’d walked into one of the smaller bedrooms, looking around. Even though it was a small room, it was quite spacious.

“I know.”

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His chin rested on the top of your head.

“It’s a pretty room,” you observed.

There was a window in the middle of the room that spilled sunlight into the room at just the right brightness.

“It would make a great nursery.”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he pulled away from you and walked over to one corner of the room.

“A crib right next to the wall, a rocking chair in the corner, a changing table on the opposite wall from the crib, maybe even a little bookshelf with all the little one’s books.”

You smiled, picturing his vision as well.

“Then there would be a basket for all of little one’s stuffed animals and of course there’d be bunnies, penguins and koalas,” he grinned.

Your boyfriend knew you well, remembering some of your favorite animals.

“What about the other rooms?” you asked curiously.

“Oh just you wait, follow me.”

You walked after him as you entered another room, similar to the first one, but with a slightly different layout.

“In here would be our twins.”

You give him a look.

“Or two closest in age,” he substituted, “There would be bunk beds in here, toys scattered everywhere, their own bookshelves, might I add.”

You chuckled, having to agree. Your future kids would definitely be surrounded by a lot of books just between the two of you.

“Can’t say I disagree.”

“What about the third room?”

“Ah, I’ve already thought about that.”

He walked out of the room, opening the door to the third bedroom. Once again, you followed him.

“Later down the road, this could be the eldest child’s room. With a big kid bed, their own toy chest, a little dresser for their clothes, maybe even a tv as they get older,” he beamed.

“So at this point, where would we put guests?” you laughed, amazed how he was picturing all of this on the spot.

You had to admit though, it was a really nice picture. One you’d like to make a reality someday.

“We have a couch don’t we?” he shrugged.

“Spencer!” you hit his arm playfully, “At least if we end up in a house like this, we’ll still have room for guests for a while. I’m not planning on four or five kids at once.”

“I may be good, but I’m not that good,” he mumbled.

You had to bite your lip to hold back a snort. 

The two of you moved to the biggest room, the master bedroom. Connected to it was the master bath.

“Wow,” was all you could seem to say.

If you thought the other rooms were impressive, this was even more so.

There was room enough to fit a queen sized bed. On one side of the room was a built-in fireplace, a small corner nook perfect for a comfy chair to read in.

A window on the opposite side of the room was large and rectangular; it would look great with some pretty curtains that could be swept aside to let in the warm morning light. You were starting to see the appeal that Spencer was.

“Y/N!”

You looked behind you, not even realizing Spencer had disappeared.

“You have to see this bathroom!”

You shook your head, walking into the master bathroom where Spencer stood in amazement. You had to admit, it was definitely impressive. The floor and shower walls were white marble, the shower was a huge walk in with glass doors. Just next to it, was the all white bathroom counter and two sinks. Around a small corner was a jacuzzi bathtub as deep as it was wide.

“Ah jeez, I’m never gonna see you with a bathtub like that,” you commented.

Spencer loved baths, bathtubs, basically anything to do with baths. You didn’t see the appeal, although you weren’t exactly against them. Just seemed like too much work. Although this tub could likely change your mind.

“I doubt that because I’d be bringing you in with me,” he grinned, hugging you from behind again, kissing your cheek.

It amused you to no end how he could be so completely dirty while sounding so innocent.

You both were silent as you looked around for a minute.

“Can you imagine our kids?” he asked.

“I have before, but I definitely think they’d be adorable as long as they look like you,” you answered.

“Um, no. They’ll have their mommy’s eyes, their mommy’s adorable little nose and their mommy’s beauty. They’ll get my wit and intelligence.”

“Spence,” you chuckled, turning around to face him, “Don’t you want a little spitting image of you? The messy, loose curls, your eyes and the cute dimples.”

You could see him blush a little and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. You couldn’t help but love when he got shy at anyone mentioning his good looks.

“Regardless of what they look like or who they look like, I know I will love them with all my heart. All 50 of them.”

“Fifty?!” Spencer laughed, his eyes crinkling, “I’m not that ambitious, Y/N.”

“I know, I’m just teasing,” you smiled up at him.

He put a hand on your face, stroking your cheek gently with his thumb.

“The reason I want a bigger house…” he trailed off, looking around the gorgeous room.

“Yeah? Why?” you prompted curiously.

“Because I want a family with you.”

“I want that too, you know that,” you agreed, smiling.

“I mean I want to start trying,” he emphasized, his hands moving to rest over your stomach.

You felt your stomach flutter. You had said many times before that you wanted a family and with Spencer, but the fact that it was becoming real filled you with happiness.

“Unless I’m alone on this,” he hesitated.

“No, no!” you shook your head quickly, “I want that too.”

“Yeah? You do?”

He bit his lip, trying to contain his smile, but you could see how happy it made him.

“Yes.”

His lips met yours and he kissed you so sweetly, holding you tightly.

When you pulled away, he took one last look around the room.

“So what do you think of this house?”

You could feel it in your heart.

“It’s perfect.”

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