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ransprang · 4 months

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thank you to @astralmysteria for your support <3 we hope you like your bg3 match up :3

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GALE!!

SFW

How you met: You hated looking at it. It made you squirm with discomfort, this thing which had popped up in the middle of your living room. You wondered if you should just go for a walk and hope it would be gone by the time you returned. But no, that would not be the responsible thing to do. Steeling yourself, you approached the weird hole. It was a deep purple swirl of miasma which smelled strangely of petrichor. You peered into it even though your very soul recoiled at the sight of the weird hole. “Uhm, excuse me, would you mind lending me a hand?” You heard a man’s voice politely inquire. You wondered why the hole needed help from you. “Just grab my hand and give it a little tug, could you?” Suddenly a human hand popped out. You being a kind soul obliged and would yourself with an armful of Gale Dekarios who looked around your house with a dazed expression before standing upright and thanking you profusely. You waved off his thanks and after a beat of awkward silence due to there being a strange man standing in your house, you remembered your manners. “Would you- like some tea?” You decided to offer, to which Gale gave a pleased affirmative. You made him some tea, and in the process got to know him better as well as satisfy your curiosity on how he had ended up here. You found that you had a lot in common, and he quickly noticed you were a big reader, and the conversation flowed easily from there. You both met regularly from then on, and if that meant tolerating a couple more weird holes here and there, you were willing to bear that in exchange for Gale’s company.

You and Gale would cozy up together with a couple of good books at his tower in Waterdeep with the Tressym curled up on your lap and your cat purring peacefully on Gale’s lap.

Gale heartily approves your dislike of spiders. He would be horrified if you were to even touch a spider, let alone lick a spider. Twice.

Both you and Gale are nerdy, polite and a little bit awkward. You would just be dancing around each other, fumbling your confessions until you finally got it right and started dating. After that you both would be inseparable.

Gale, knowing your love for fantasy and magic, would miss no opportunity to show off his spell repertoire in front of you. Whether it be creating stunning illusions or small acts like using mage hand to reach the tall shelf even when he could easily just walk over and do it.

Gale would enjoy getting sassed by you and could match you in wit. Although occasionally it does serve to ground him in reality since he can be egotistical sometimes.

⁠You’d catch Gale, staring at your hair with a small dopey smile for quite a while. Many months into dating he’d just stare and look into your eyes a bit embarrassed everytime you catch him. You can tell it’s a look of adoration. One day you’ll probably just have to offer to let him touch your hair because he will never ask. He’ll always think that it’s rude to ask to touch someone’s hair. When you do let him, he’ll be very gentle on your curls, and he’ll watch them bounce with awe.

⁠He’d be fascinated by the hobbies available in the modern world. He’d be really bad at any sort of video game be it on a console or PC so you’d have to teach him a bit on the controls. He’d compare himself to wizards in video games and anime claiming that they haven’t learnt about the weave as well as he has.

Gale loves telling you dad jokes, in fact that’s all the jokes he knows. “Why did the chicken cross the road?”…looks around before answering his own question “because he saw a zebra crossing,” and laughs uncontrollably. He will always have a one liner, it is Gale’s wholesome quality.

Gale loves to show you the beauty of the weave. When you’re feeling a bit peckish, you know you can always go to Gale and he’ll conjure up sweets and bread just the way you like it. And surprisingly, you don’t know how, but they’re always fresh.

N/SFW

1. Even Though he is a gentleman, he is still a man. His eyes often linger on your figure, admiring the curves. He then scolds himself for being no better than a beast. Needless to say he will court you in bed slowly, but surely.

2. ⁠Being locked away for a long time in his tower, Gale’s own tower hasn’t seen much action in a while. Equally as shy as you, Gale would start with holding your hand and slowly working up the intimacy between you both so you always feel comfortable.

3. Your motherly behaviour is not something Gale thought he would sexualize. Something about your soft, nurturing side brings out a newfound breeding kink. He’d talk to you about it before ever cumming in you. He loves watching you squirm under him with every thrust until his cum fills up your womb.

4. One day Gale watched you fill ⁠your chubby cheeks with sweets. The staring developed thoughts in his head. That night while his cock is deep inside your pussy Gale commanded, “Open your mouth.” You obeyed and Gale spat in your mouth, with two fingers squeezing your cheeks. He groaned watching the liquid spilling out slightly from your lips.

5. Loves to give deep kisses while he’s thrusting you in missionary position. He will wrap his arms around you, while his legs tangle with yours. The closeness turns him on.

6. Gale loves using astral projections in the bedroom, he asks you to close your eyes and takes you to a far away star in the universe where you both have sex together using his magic.

7. ⁠Gale loves it when you give him hickeys. He’s your man and he likes to get marked. He wants the world to know you chose him. He groans heavily when you suck on his skin leaving marks. Especially around his thighs when giving blowjobs.

8. ⁠Gale likes to eat you out. He licks your folds in and out, he loves your taste. He’s taken time to learn your anatomy, Gale knows where your clit is and loves to flick it with his tongue.

9. ⁠Gale knows about your condition and will always ask permission before trying out new sex positions and make sure it does not bring you any discomfort. Due to him constantly reading books, he definitely wants to try some Kama sutra positions.

10. ⁠Gale is the best at aftercare, he loves cuddles and would most likely burrito you both in a blanket, wrapping his arms around you and talk about literally anything in the world.

yours magically,

admins sar, san & sav

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dazzle-writes · 5 months

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Can I have a romantic genshin male matchup plz

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Is it possible to have a headcanon and a scenario (fluff) if not then I’ll just take a headcanon plz

Thank you

UWA HELLO FRIEND!!! I so sorry this is like......mega uber late OREFWFEWB I started college and two jobs!!!

ANYWAYS

You seem like a very cute and soft person to be around!! I think there are many Genshin dudes you would fit with, but in particular I can see you with Alhaitham!!! Even though he is blunt and can sometimes be manipulative (I.E. his quest SOBS), I think he would be a really good fit for you!!

-I think you help him break out of his laziness a bit!! He can be a bit of a drag sometimes if he doesn't need to do something.

-Reading dates reading dATES

-The kinda man to see you eyeing a book at a bookstore and sneakily buy it for you

-I think Alhaitham's love language is like.....being a sugar daddy BUT LIKE IN A PLATONIC KINDA WAY LMFAO. Like he lets Kaveh live there at his place and charges him rent to teach him responsibility, but he would honestly get whatever Kaveh needed. He makes a shit ton of money but only uses and portion of it and just banks the rest so he's like......why would I not use it on other people.

-I hc that dendro characters are naturally good with flora so he keeps peppermint plants around y'alls room to repel spiders for you

-This man is like the biggest haver of the Tism and has so many different texture problems so he understands being picky

-Will make jokes about you both being "top heavy" with a smirk knowing that if you ever tried to say that Alhaitham, scribe of the akademiya, made a joke about his man titties no one would ever believe you

-He is really affectionate in silent ways with you!! Also a physical touch person and he has no problems in just grabbing you up and carrying you to bed to cuddle and read in silence.

-Will rub your stomach to try and help with your abdominal migraines!

-Lowkey loves when you get him gifts and stuff bc he knows you much thought you put into it, keeps everything you give him!!!

-Enjoys watching you bake. Cannot bake himself. Cooking he is amazing at but baking? Homie just can't get it

-Kaveh is your fellow sweet tooth enjoyer, and see as he lives with Alhaitham he's like.....a bonus to your relationship

One day you came home feeling a little insecure, walking into the house with a quiet sigh. Your friends had said that they had never heard Alhaitham call you cute before like they always did, and it had begun to eat away at you. You quickly found Alhaitham, reading away at his desk.

"Um......Do you think I'm cute?" You asked, cheeks red with embarrassment at asking such a silly question. You almost were about to tell him never mind when he responded.

"Of course I do. I just don't infantilize you about it." He said, not even looking up from his book. He stood and held his book in one hand, and wrapped his other around you. "You are very attractive to me."

"Oh.....Okay. You just never say it....I'm sorry, it was dumb and I-" He cut you off with a small kiss to your lips.

His taller frame felt good as he hugged you close, and he leaned back to gently brush your cheek with his fingers as he closed his book. His gaze was always rather neutral, but he had the softest smile on his face as he looked at you.

"Do you need me to say it more? I don't mind." He said, nodding when you told him yes. "Of course. I think you are very cute, love. I love when you gasp with excitement when you read books. And I really love the way your cheeks flush when I compliment you in public. And when you get excited when you give me a gift. And when-"

He kept going, listing out everything about your personality that made you cute and lovable to him. He wrapped his other arm around you as he listen them off, only stopping when Kaveh banged on the wall in the room next to you.

"He's just jealous of me." Alhaitham said bluntly, kissing your forehead. "I'm financially stable and have an amazing girlfriend."

FGFUW I HOPE U ENJOY MY FRIEND AWAWA

#razz writes #matchups #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader

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awakefor48hours · 1 year

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(sorry if you’ve answered this before) who are your top ten favorite black clover characters and ships (platonic or romantic)? talk about them!

I actually haven't gotten this question before. Thanks for giving me an excuse to talk about them, anon ^_^

My Top Ten Favorite Characters are

1. Asta

I think part of the reason why I love Asta a lot stems from the fact that my expectations for Black Clover were pretty low. A lot of people complained about Asta's voice and personality so I thought I would just have to do my best to ignore Asta. But his voice didn't bother me and I'm glad I watched it because I love Asta.

I also love Asta because what's not to love about him. He's such a lovable goofball and he reminds me of myself when I was his age. Not to mention, I love turning on Black Clover when I'm exercising because it's easier for me to stay motivated to keep going.

2. Finral

I love Finral so much. He's such a nice guy and such a wet cat of a human being.

Also, I'm used to characters like Finral being annoying and perverted and that's what I expected when he was first on screen. But he's exact opposite. It's obvious that he's just a touch starved guy. To use an example, when Finral learned that Nero was actually a girl and he immediately flirts and just as quickly apologizes for it.

3. Yami

HE'S SO WEIRD in the best way possible. He kinda just does whatever he wants and doesn't let anything stop him.

Not to mention, as a neurodivergent person, it's nice to see an adult in powerful position give a chance to the weirdos and outcasts of the world.

4. Mereoleona

She's weird in her own way. She decided that instead of joining the Crimson Lions to just... live alone in the wilderness. Iconic.

Then when Fuegoleon was in a coma, she makes fun of him in the way that older sisters do. Like Yami, she just kinda does whatever she wants, sees the potential in people no matter their walk of life, and cares deeply for her squad and her little brothers.

5. Vanessa

Vanessa has a lot of personality traits that I wish I had. She's pretty laid back, takes shit from no one, caring, and can stand up for herself. I stress myself out a lot in life and it's honestly gotten in the way of me forming some friendships and has made me a yes woman when I really shouldn't.

6. Leopold

I want to put him in my pocket. He's so cute and nerdy. He loves competition and cares a lot for his friends. Also he reminds me a lot of a few friends I had in middle school.

7. Mimosa

Mimosa is really sweet but she still has other parts to her personality. She's gets annoyed at her brother a lot. I also relate to the fact that she sometimes is just really mean on accident. She can't read people's emotions to save her life.

I also really like the fact that she's a healer but treated with respect. I'm used to characters like her just being thrown in the background and portrayed only as weak and expendable. But she's give her moments to shine and the fact that she's in the Golden Dawn is proof of that.

8. Noelle

I didn't think I would like her when I first started watching Black Clover. Characters like her are typically one dimensional, shoved in the background, and are simply just the main character's love interest. But Noelle is different. She stands on her own two feet and can snap a bone when she needs to.

9. Yuno

I just think he's neat.

10. Klaus

From the Golden Dawn trio, I feel like Klaus is the straight man out of them. He's pretty calm but he does have his intense moments.

Honorable mentions: Luck, Zora, Fuegoleon, Rill, Julius, Liebe, Nacht, Gordon, and Dorothy.

My Favorite Ships are

1. Magluck (Magna/Luck)

I'm actually pretty sad that this ship isn't that popular. I started shipping them pretty early in the show. I think I started shipping them in Arc 5 (Seabed Temple Arc) but I was completely sold on their relationship after this hug.

2. MarsFana (Mars/Fana)

Not much to say here. These two have a very simple but nice romance. It's a very cookie cutter romance and some times that's all a romance needs to be. It's really hard to ruin childhood friends to lovers anyway.

I'd love to see more of them though considering how important they were in the beginning.

3. Finral x Finesse (do these guys have a ship name?)

I know that this ship isn't really popular and it makes sense. Finesse was added later in the show and. But I think she's good for Finral and it's clear he loves her. His devotion to change is strong and is another reason why I love him.

I don't have a lot a romantic ships for this show. Some honorable mentions: Astelle (Asta/Noelle), Greyche (Grey/Gauche)

My Favorite Platonic Ships are

1. Finral and Vanessa

These two share one (1) braincell and I love it.

Not to mention I love their parallels. They're both very flirty and come from a family that treated them poorly because of their magic. For Vanessa, Witch Queen saw potential in Vanessa and locked her away while Finral's skills were overlooked in favor of bother's. Vanessa is more confident while Finral is pretty cowardly. Their similarities and differences really help to balance their relationship and it works very well.

I also like when they fight together because it feels very much like they step up to the role of being Asta's older siblings.

I'm also just a huge sucker for physically affectionate m/f friendships.

2. Gauche, Gordon, and Grey

The trio I didn't know I wanted but the one I needed.

So while it's clear that Gordon and Grey are pretty similar to each other, Gauche is a great addition. They're the least social characters in the show and while Gordon and Grey want to make more friends, Gauche wants to push people away. Also, as the story progresses, it's clear that Gauche is starting to care about the Black Bulls, especially Grey and Gordon.

I think the best way to describe it, they remind me of the "they asked for no pickles" meme.

3. Asta and Leopold

As mentioned, Leopold reminds me of friends I made in middle school and Asta reminds me of me. So their relationship feels more personal to me. They clearly love each other and both encourage each other to do better.

4. Asta and Yuno

They both parallel each other in the way that Vanessa and Finral do. Asta represents the journey of hard work while Yuno represents the journey of natural talent. They constantly challenge each other in a way that no one else could do and neither of them would be where they are today without the other.

I sure do parallels.

5. Vanessa and Luck

These two are criminally underrated. Vanessa is definitely the Black Bulls' older sister but her relationship with Luck just hits different. She loves him and he clearly thinks highly of her too (in his own special way).

6. Nero and Lumiere

Lumiere is such a dork rivaled only by Julius and Nero keeps to herself for the most part but she is clearly soft for him and I really like that. In fact, in a flashback, Lumiere annotated a part in a book that said something like "Secre would love this."

7. Vanessa and Magna

Vanessa clearly enjoys poking fun and getting a rise out of Magna. But despite their bickering, they do like each other. You don't have to twist their arm if it came to helping them train.

8. Klaus and Asta

I like their relationship in the anime more than in the manga. Klaus worries and thinks about Asta a lot more in the anime more than magna. He also becomes the mom friend™️ when it comes to Asta.

9. Yami and Jack

These two are just really silly by themselves and together, their chaotic behaviors increases tenfold.

10. Sol and Magna

I'm putting these two last because they're not really friends (and I don't like Sol all that much) but they have potential. During the tournament arc, their bickering reminded me a lot of my siblings and I when we were teenagers-early twenties.

honorable mentions: Dorothy and Nozel, Vanessa and Noelle

#black clover #black clover anime #anon #anon response #asta #asta black clover #yami sukehiro #finral roulacase #mereoleona vermillion #vanessa enoteca #leopold vermillion #mimosa vermillion #noelle silva #yuno grinberryall #klaus lunettes #magluck #lugna #marsfana #finral x finesse

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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Basement Office (Riddler x OC)

Chapter 1-3 of my slow-burn, workplace romance are finished 💚 warnings/tags on AO3, minors DNI, chapter one below, the rest on AO3

Edward Nashton works in the basement office of KTMJ and has to get used to having a co-worker who irritates him at first, simply by existing. Love interest is an OC but it's almost more of an x reader fic because I'm probably not going to use her name that often. OC is female, AFAB, has a feminine body and is thick/chubby/fat/curvy so you can pretend it's your precious rolls and sweet, pink tummy that Eddie is lusting over, you are WELCOME. Plenty of awkward, nerdy, flirting.

When exiting the lift of KTMJ at the basement level, visitors were met first with a pile of boxes and bags of undelivered mail that never seemed to get bigger or smaller. To the right would be the corridor which led to the mail room, the janitorial staff room, several large storage units which themselves led out to the back parking garage for taking deliveries, and one solitary, unisex toilet cubicle. To the left, there was a stump of a hallway which led straight to the offices of the forensic accountants, which up until recently had been solely staffed by Edward Nashton, a solitary man who preferred to work alone.

But who’s surprising outburst had given management cause to consider whether the extra pressure put on him by the increase in workload wouldn’t be helped by hiring someone to work with him. Even an assistant position, they had suggested, as if the title difference would make Edward feel any better about what he assumed was a comment on his skills. And at any rate, it wasn’t actually an outburst. Edward himself would have said it was more of a loud comment that he had made during a discussion with management. But he was an extremely quiet man, so perhaps when quiet men speak out their actions are judged more harshly than those who have the resting volume of a 747 taking off.

And for several weeks now, barred from the hiring process with management under no obligation to at least let him know the name of his new colleague, Edward had lamented ever speaking up. The first time he had ever done so in this job and it was going to be his downfall. He realised, of course, he could easily get into the files and sneak around, but he realised that would only fuel the stress further. The less he knew about this person the better. They were Schrödinger's Cat, Nashton’s Co-Worker. They were neither good nor terrible until proven otherwise.

It was fair to assume that his colleague might be like him. Actually, no that was untrue. No one was like him. He was smart, beyond the definition most people will settle on. His attention to detail was beyond compare, a photographic memory, an ability to intensely fixate on something until he had solved it, completed it. At the very least though, they wouldn’t be as bad as the finance people upstairs. The yelling, the stocks and bonds chat, the complete disregard, contempt even, for the common man. No understanding about the true power of money and the ethics it robs one of. Edward knew though.

As a man who had none, still living meagrely on even his salary, as a child who starved regularly, languishing in that horrid orphanage, as a worker who saw the worst of corruption amongst those who were supposed to be solving it. He knew that money did evil. But, this paid the bills and allowed him to stretch his brain muscles on puzzles for a living. That’s what forensics was really, a series of clues leading to a solution. Numbers made sense to him, and he enjoyed the access he had to the deep, seedy, underbelly of the financial overlords of Gotham. How much time would he have for his side-projects, though, if there was someone pottering around and getting in his way? Asking him questions, needing his assistance? Touching his things and messing with his files?

He had to get out of the negative mind space, but it wasn’t easy. He tried to reframe the situation, in a way that suited him. Maybe it would be nice to have someone file the paperwork for him? A sense of control? He might not be the lowest rung on the ladder anymore. Finally, there would be someone to push him around. But pessimism got the better of him, and he allowed himself to succumb to the idea that whoever it was, they would soon make more friends and get more promotions than him. He'd be in the basement forever. He liked it that way. Solitary, quiet, his domain.

The elevator sounded in the hall, a steady rushing sound that meant someone was coming to his floor. The ding, the doors opening, it echoed down the hall as he heard footsteps. One set belonged to one of the supervisors. He recognised the soft soled shoes he wore, cheaper than they looked, fakes from some market place down town. And a second set. They clicked. They were heels. Edward tensed up. With all his might, he wished that it wasn’t a woman. He hoped and hoped against gender norms, ridiculous in this office building of all places.

His supervisor entered the room, a figure almost hiding behind him.

“Nashton, this is your new co-worker, Natasha.”

She stepped out from behind him, lifting her lower arm up slightly, waving from her hip with the rest of her arm flush and sturdy by her side.

“Hi…” she offered a strange, nervous smile. All teeth, almost strained, her lips curling down instead of up. Edward offered a polite nod back, putting his head straight back down to his work and resuming the report he was typing up.

“I’ll uh…leave you guys to it then. Ed will good care of you…I’m sure.” And with that, it was just them. Left to their own devices in the basement. She was still standing by the door three minutes later, looking nervously around. The space wasn’t that big. It was barely enough for one person and all of their files, let alone two of them. The desks, placed at an angle in the centre of the room, joined together and faced each other. He lamented that from now on, he would have to look past his monitor to see someone else staring back at him.

“You can sit down. If you want.”

“Oh…sure. Sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt. I’m just…sorry.”

Edward felt ever so slightly sorry for her, and was close to chiding himself for being so cold, when he reminded himself how against this he was.

“So, am I ok to sit at this desk?”

“I don’t really know where else you would sit, unless you’d like me to move my things?”

She didn’t say anything, but out of his peripheral vision, Edward could see her bite her lip and blink a fair bit. He was worried she might cry. Not because he would feel bad for being responsible, but because it would be yet another distraction from his work.

“I’m joking.”

“Oh! That’s funny!” She sounded so pathetically grateful. How weak willed was she that someone being a little bit cold to her could set her off. Must be something else going on there he thought to himself, stalking her out the corner of his eye as she settled into the desk. She didn’t seem to look at him much, like she was avoiding him. He hoped she might be a little bit put off by him. The last thing he needed was someone trying to be his friend. He wanted to be seen as aloof, smug, a bit self-satisfactory. Cold, stoic. Of course, it was all a front, which he knew. But if he pretended that he didn’t want friends, it wouldn’t hurt as much when people avoided him. Like it was his choice, under his control.

And besides, he was smarter than everyone and more deeply entrenched in Gotham’s seedy underworld than anyone and he carried around more trauma than anyone and-

“You can call me Nat, by the way.” She interrupted his thoughts, and though she obviously couldn’t have known that, he was nonetheless irritated by it.

“Oh. I’m Edward. I think…I think he said that.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you Eddie.”

Edward he hissed under his breath. But that’s fine. Just another thing about you that I’ll resent permanently until you finally leave.

“So…what’s first then?”

She was so eager, so cheerful. It was already driving him mad. And he had to put up with this every week day from now on. He leaned in his chair, head back, stretching his arms above his head, hands clasped and pushing out.

“Well, I suppose it would be a good idea to get started on some work. I can show you the report I’m working on?”

She was up and out of her chair instantly, dragging it behind her, approaching his side of the table. By email he thought, not sitting side by side. But she was already sitting down next to him, pushing herself along and close to him, so close he could smell her. The basement, being a basement, always smelled damp, stuffy. Not a lot of fresh air got in. And as the sickly-sweet scent hit his nostrils, he was first quite annoyed by the assault on his senses. But it grew on him, so he let it slide. But as he contemplated where to start with his report, she shuffled over a bit more and her knee rubbed against his thigh.

It was an overreaction, he could admit it, but he pushed his chair back quickly. She looked concerned, unaware of what had happened. But he felt instantly guilty. He didn’t have a lot of experience with physical touch, with anyone. It wasn’t something that was afforded to orphans, or men who aren’t charismatic enough to charm women. And it frightened him. He was constantly worried, on guard. The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was some kind of pervert, reporting him to the managers upstairs. That was probably her plan, get him fired and have the office all to herself.

It was an accident, Jesus Christ. Calm down Ed.

He shuffled forward on the chair again, apologising as he scooted back under the desk. As he moved he looked at the ground, eyes lingering for a second before looking up at the screen. Taking in her legs. She wore short heels, very formal. She was wearing thick, black pantyhose under her skirt, which was riding high enough up that he could see the point where the fabric of the pantyhose changed colour. Her thighs pressed flat on the chair and they were thick, well rounded. All of her was actually. He was ashamed at noticing it, but when she had walked in he had to fight against a double take at her, full figure standing behind his supervisor, looking so shy and adorable.

Where the Hell did that come from? Adorable!?

“You ok, Eddie? If you need a minute to get set up I can go get us a coffee…if you tell me where we can get a coffee from that is…sorry.”

“No it’s ok I…” he stumbled, stuttering over his words and trying desperately to get his thoughts in line. “Actually, coffee sounds good. I can show you where we go. Unfortunately, we don’t have any facilities down here, we have to head upstairs with the others.”

She giggled. He hadn’t meant it as a joke, he had meant it as a warning, an insult to them. But her laugh was warm and pleasant and it made him realise how silly it actually was. She stood up and pushed her chair, slouching over the back slightly as she walked. And in an effort so strong that he was worried he might snap his neck, he stared straight up at the ceiling and didn’t even give himself the opportunity to look at her. Once she was standing upright, he grabbed his jacket and held the door open for her.

“After you.”

She smiled as she walked out, and Edward straightened up, chest out.

That was a weird reaction he considered, as he walked two steps behind her to the lift, standing in the opposite corner of the elevator.

A very weird reaction indeed.

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xhanisai · 2 years

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3, 9, 13 (👀) for the writer ask game!

Love how I just saw this ask now lol! Anyways, let's go~

3 - What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?

I have already designed prototype designs for this idea years ago and am hoping to start writing it this year. It's where Adrien ends up with the butterfly miraculous and Gabriel with the black cat miraculous.

In this AU, Marinette is an orphan who lost her family as a newborn and doesn't know her real family name thanks to the horrible guardian she has. She is given the Ladybug miraculous and becomes a heroine that fights against the peacock holder.

Adrien is currently adopted by Nathalie and Gorilla (the former is a lawyer and the latter is a bodyguard). He ended up with them after an incident between Gabriel and Emilie which caused the demise of the woman. He at first is a bit of an antihero with the butterfly miraculous, looking for Gabriel for revenge because he believes the man killed his mother.

Gabriel Agreste is currently a taxi driver in Paris, using a pseudonym and trying his best to live the humble life he has. Once he receives the black cat miraculous, he reluctantly becomes a hero. He just wants to be left alone.

9 - What’s your favourite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

I have so many, to be honest. I've written so much crap it's hard to think which ones are my favourites. Here's a bunch:

'If she thought that it was hard enough to keep her composure around her partner whilst he was trying to woo her (unaware that he already has her completely wrapped around his finger along with his name branded on her beating heart) then she was an absolute idiot.

The minute that Nino Fucking-Can't-Keep-A-Secret Lahiffe opened his big mouth and casually let slip towards his best friend that her feelings towards the feline in disguise was one hundred percent mutual...Marinette was fucked. '

^ Let me show you 'cause talk is cheap

"Oh! A-A-Adrien!?"

"M-M-Marinette! You there- I mean hey there! Hahah...longtimenosee-"

Not too far away, Alya and Nino watched the scene before them with exasperation as Marinette and Adrien started their daily stammering ritual for the umpteenth time. The model being the new addition. Sure, the first few times watching the two of them become a flustered mess when coming across one another was an entertaining prospect.

Now it was absolutely painful seeing the two beloved idiots so stupidly in love with one another, blinding them from the fact that it's in fact requited.

And what answers were they given when they attempted to convince said idiots that they should ask each other out?

"Ah! Alya-aaa! You know I can't do that yet. Adrien still sees me as a friend so don't get my hopes up. But that doesn't mean operation secret garden is finished. I will get him to fall in love with me!"

"Nino!? How many times do I have to tell you? Marinette's more interested in my clothes than in me! She's yet to fall for my suave, meow-tastic self~ Also, operation Marry-Nette is now a go-go. You, Agent Best Man have to make sure that the rose petals are ready as soon as she steps into the art room."

Needless to say, Adrien's scheme failed catastrophically. So bad that not even the nerdy model took the opportunity to make a pun about it since they ended up jamming the large fans for a 'wind' effect with the rose petals and thus causing a fire. All the boys from the class ended up with a week's worth of detention much to their dismay and the girls' curiosities.

^ Wo Ai Ni

13 - Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh yes. Back in my Sonic days I got quite a lot of lovely ones like the ones below.

I made this lad stop by telling him that I have family in the cyber police and that the next time he hears sirens, they're after him lol. Thankfully, other than the occasional silly anon that roleplays as Lila, I don't get hate on my stories.

#my asks #cheers for the ask mate

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taleasnewastime · 2 years

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Ruin the friendship

Summary: You’ve met the love of your life. The words are what Jungkook’s always dreamed of, except it’s not him you’re talking about. Firmly in the friendzone Jungkook dreams of something more but has always had to suffer with second best. He’s not sure what it is about this guy, he’s no worse than any other of the guys you’ve dated, but this time Jungkook realises he’s done being just your friend. The only question, will telling you be everything he hopes, or will it ruin the friendship?

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Best friends to lovers; angst; fluff

Word count: 12.5k

Warnings: Jungkook’s POV, unrequited love, heavy pining, toxic relationship, drinking, swearing

Authors Note: Surprise! I hope you enjoy!!

“I’ve met him.”

“Who?”

“What do you mean who?” You say as you glide past Jungkook, flop onto the empty sofa taking up all the space leaving Jungkook with the beanie bag. “I’ve met him. The love of my life.”

Jungkook would stutter but he’s so used to it, so used to you doing this that he doesn’t even react. It’s a common occurrence for you to declare your love for everyone; the man who smiles at you in the street, the man who held a door open for you, the cat who let you rub its belly, the fictional girl in your book, the cute squishy octopus in the window display. Everyone.

He pushes the door closed before turning to the room, takes you sprawled on his sofa in and tries to not feel jealous of this unknown love of your life.

“And what does this one look like?” He says mockingly, feigning disinterest.

You push up onto your elbows, shoot him an offended glare before flopping back down to look at the ceiling. He huffs a laugh before walking towards you, he doesn’t even have to say anything for your legs to lift into the air, making room for him to sit before they plop back down onto his lap. The warmth immediately seeps into him.

“He’s perfect,” the words make Jungkook’s heart pang. “He’s hot as hell but he’s also so sweet, he bought me a coffee and wrote his number on it next to a little smiley face.”

“Very 21st century of him,” Jungkook mutters loud enough for you to hear but you ignore him.

“He walked me to work and then text me straight away and … I don’t know he just felt like such an old school gentleman, you know?”

Jungkook doesn’t know and honestly doesn’t want to know, but he still nods.

“And now he’s the love of your life?”

It’s said lightly, meant as a long-standing joke between the two of you. You who easily falls in love and him who laughs at your troubles. But this one is different, it’s not some inanimate object or a passer-by, it’s someone you spoke to, someone who you now have their number. Inside he’s not laughing, he’s screaming. That’s it? That’s all a guy needs to do to be the love of your life? Buy you coffee? Give you a winning smile and walk you to work? Yeah, it’s fucking funny.

“No man has ever done that for me.”

“I have,” he points out.

“No man has ever done that for me before knowing me,” you rectify.

“I was shy and nerdy when I first met you,” he defends himself. “Plus, we were students, I hardly had money to live let alone treat you to overpriced coffee.”

Your foot moves, bangs lightly into his stomach and though he can’t quite see your face from this angle he knows you’re wearing a smile.

“You trying to tell me you want to be the love of my life Jeon?”

Yes. He wants the scream the word, wants to point out how it’s not like he’s not been hiding the fact all these years, the fact you even ask that is point enough. It’s only because you’ve always denied and avoided all his hints that’s meant he’s never pursued it further. He’s left the trail to his heart and if you haven’t followed it, it’s obviously because you don’t feel the same.

“What I’m trying to say is, it doesn’t make him a good guy just because he’s bought you a coffee.”

You hum, more a grown of annoyance than anything. “You always spoil my fun,” you say the words lightly, not really meaning them and it’s because of that he knows he’s lost. He’s being serious but you’re not taking him seriously.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Very 21st century of you,” you use his early quip against him, and he ignores you the way you did him.

“You don’t know who he is and I don’t want someone taking advantage of you.”

You push yourself up onto your elbows again, but this time you keep moving, remove your feet from his lap so you can cross them below your legs. He misses the weight but it’s outweighed by the fact he can now see your face, that you attention is firmly on him and then by the fact that you pick up his hand. He used to hate physical touch, still does, but with you it’s different. He loves looking at his large hand grasped between your two hands, loves to feel your fingers trail patterns on his hand, loves that you’re fascinated by his tattoos and are always drawn to tracing them with your fingers, loves your constant warmth.

You both watch as your finger runs along the edge of the heart on the back of his hand.

“He’s not going to kidnap me Jungkook.”

“I didn’t say he’s going to.”

“I know you’re just being a good best friend and are trying to play protector, but I’m not an idiot.”

“I don’t think you are.”

“I can recognise danger.”

“I’m sure you can.”

“I can judge good or bad character.”

You look up at him, your gaze drifting from his hand to his eyes and you’re so close it takes his breath away. A frown has formed between his brows while a smile has blossomed on your lips.

He doesn’t necessarily agree with your last statement but he’s not going to admit that to you, it would only upset you, so instead he remains silent. You’ve had shitty boyfriends in the past, made some questionable friends. You’re too sweet, too trusting, have insecurities that mean you don’t think you deserve everything he knows you do, settle for second best rather than striding for all you could have.

“After all, you’re my best friend.”

His heart cracks even as he smiles down at you, mirroring your own smile. Friend. It’s the zone he’s always sat with you and even though it kind of pains him, he’ll gladly take it. He’s your best friend, not just friend, it means he gets more than a lot of people, it means you tell him everything, it means he get’s everything apart from that one small intimate side he so craves.

“And you’re my best friend,” he says. “Which is why I want you to be careful.”

You laugh, sweet and soft. “Alright dad.”

You roll your eyes as you drop his hand and shift away from him settling into the sofa. His eyes stay on you as yours go to the TV that’s playing a show he’s long forgotten about.

“What we watching then?”

The words snap him out of the daze you’ve thrown him into. He looks to the TV, tells you it’s rubbish and that you can pick something else, pushes the guy from his mind and focuses on enjoying the night, on enjoying time with just you.

“You need to tell her.”

“Tell her what?”

“You’ve sat here for nearly half an hour spilling your heart out to me and you’re going to ask that?”

“I didn’t spill my heart out.”

“You just went on about how a guy bought her a coffee and how if you did that she’d just give you a funny look.”

“Exactly, not spilling my heart.”

“Mate, you’re in way too deep,” Taehyung chuckles falling back into his chair. Jungkook wishes he could find this situation as funny as Tae finds it.

“This isn’t helping.”

“I don’t really know what else you expected.”

Jungkook sighs, takes a sip of the beer he’s left warming in his hand, winces at the taste. He doesn’t really know what to say to that. He’s not really expecting anything from Taehyung other than an ear to listen, but the fact he has no advice still irks him more than it should.

“You should tell her.”

Jungkook takes a longer gulp of his beer, preferring the gross warm liquid to replying to that statement. He shouldn’t have even opened up to Tae about it all, but then if he didn’t who else was he supposed to talk to? Tae knows everything, was at uni with the two of you, couldn’t really escape the constant pining from Jungkook. Jungkook didn’t tell him his feelings, Tae could just read the blaring signs, unlike you.

“You’re torturing yourself by doing this.”

“Doing what? Being her friend?”

“By silently complying that she should date any other man than you.”

“I didn’t silently –”

Taehyung waves a hand in front of him as if sweeping the words away. “Eh, to-may-to, to-mah-to. You can’t pretend you’re ok with this and not tell her what you really feel.”

“I tell her, she just doesn’t listen, she thinks I’m joking.”

“Yeah, because you’ve never actually told her how you feel.”

Jungkook downs the last dregs of his bottle. Yep, the liquid is way nicer than replying to Tae. He stands up, looks down at Taehyung silently judging him.

“Want another?” He lifts his empty bottle to signal what he’s referring to but doesn’t wait for a reply as he heads to the kitchen.

“I’m just telling you like it is,” Taehyung says loud enough for Jungkook to hear him as he opens the fridge. “Not my fault if you don’t like the truth. If you don’t follow my advice than more fool you.”

Jungkook opens his bottle and leans back against the counter. He knows Taehyung’s right. He’s always known that’s what he needs to do, just tell you how he feels. But he’s scared, what if you don’t feel the same back? And almost as scary, what if you do feel the same back?

He’s come to terms with this way of life that if you actually felt the same he doesn’t know what would happen, he imagines he’ll spontaneously combust. He’s wanted you so bad for so long and has thought that you don’t want him as more than a friend for that whole time that he doesn’t know what will happen if he’s been wrong.

But no, it’s too big a risk. Losing you would be too much, even if the possible gain would be to have more of a relationship with you. Plus, he’s 99% sure you don’t return any feelings towards him – wouldn’t something have happened if you did?

He takes a drink of now cold beer and heads back to the living room, moves the conversation on when he sits down. But Tae’s words have planted a seed. He’s said it so many times before he’s not sure what’s different about this time, but even as the conversation moves on Jungkook can’t stop thinking about what if he tells you everything.

He remembers when he first met you. You were both young, naïve, fresh faced university students. He was nerdy, lanky, not yet into working out, and completely helpless around women. You were insecure, wanting to make something of yourself, and you were so, so pretty.

He saw you at orientation for film club. He was picking at his nails in the corner, wide eyes flicking around the room wondering why the hell he had come here. He loved films and had promised his mum he’d try and join at least one club, put himself out there even just a little. But this was as nerve wracking as he had expected.

His eyes flicked around the room, trying to work out who he should talk to and what he should say when he approaches them, when he notices you. You look nervous, but you’re still stood in a small group of people, fake smile plastered on your face.

Your beautiful. It’s the first thought that goes through his mind when he sees you. The second thought is that he’s decided who he’s going to talk to.

He doesn’t really know what comes over him, how he gets his feet to move and he certainly has no idea what he’s going to say when he reaches you. But somehow his feet move and keep going and then he’s stood there, next to you.

You look at him, eyes wide with curiosity. He’s ready to say hi, to introduce himself, but that’s not the words that leave his lips.

“What’s your favourite film?”

Your head tips to the side, your eyes flickering at the unexpected first question. You’re at the film society meeting and yet he can tell no one has asked you the question tonight, or at least hasn’t asked it as their introduction. You don’t pause for long though, answer the question.

“Howls moving castle.”

His eyes brighten and he listens as you passionately tell him why the film is a modern-day masterpiece and he realises it’s not just your looks that he’s drawn to. It’s at that moment that he realises he loves you, or at least that he could easily fall.

You take a tear out of the pizza, grease smearing along you lips. Some people would look at you and think it’s disgusting, but Jungkook can only look and smile.

“What?” You say through the mouthful of food.

Jungkook shakes his head. “You’re disgusting.”

You roll your eyes before shoving more food into your mouth.

He takes a bite of his own pizza, tries not to let his eyes get too fixated on you. It’s hard though, nights like these are his favourite. Just the two of you, greasy food, a film on in the background but mostly it’s the fact that you have no make-up on, your hair swept up into a messy bun away from the food and baggy clothes – it’s especially good when you haven’t packed any comfy clothes and ask to borrow some of his clothes.

It’s on nights like this that he feels domestic, that he can almost pretend there’s more between the two of you than just friendship.

“Anyway, I have some exciting news for you,” you say when you’ve finished a slice. Jungkook raises an eyebrow in interest even though his gut is telling him he’s not going to like whatever you say. “Doug’s asked me out on a date.”

You’re beaming and he tries to return the gesture but struggles. Doug, the coffee shop guy who you’ve been texting for just over a week. And who you are now apparently going on a date with.

Jungkook’s had to watch you date people ever since he’s known you and it’s not like he’s remained celibate, it’s just that there’s something about this that feels different. Maybe it’s your age, the fact you’ve been commenting on how you’re getting older and want to settle down, are sick of meaningless short-term relationships. Maybe it’s because of Tae’s comments, how Jungkook should just pluck up the courage and tell you how he feels. Maybe it’s because he can feel you slipping through his fingers, that he’s getting scared of losing you altogether, that nights like this are getting closer to stopping completely.

He watches the smile dim on your face and he forces his smile a little more, but it’s too late, you’ve already seen through his act.

“Don’t say anything about being careful,” you complain, picking up another slice of pizza and aggressively shoving it in your mouth. “I was hoping you’d be happy for me.”

“I am happy for you,” Jungkook half lies, because although he’s devastated by the news, he also realises that ultimately if it makes you happy that’s what’s best.

“Then why do you have a face like a slapped ass?”

“You told me not to tell you to be careful,” he says lightly but your eyes flash at him and he’s quick to try and dig himself out of the hole. “Joking. I am happy for you. I guess I’m just jealous.”

He regrets the words as soon as he says them, can feel his ears heating as you seem to melt in front of him. It’s not quite how he expected to declare his feelings or how he expected you to react, but he can’t take the words back now.

“Aww Kook,” you say, setting down your half-eaten slice. “I didn’t realise. I can definitely try and set you up with someone. Or help you set up a dating profile, you know, a female perspective might help.”

His heart plummets, feels like it falls all the way out his ass. Of course you would have interpreted his words that way. He’s so shocked that he can’t even find the words to reply and you must take his silence for something else as you keep talking.

“And I won’t rub this in your face, if it makes you upset then I can just –”

“No,” Jungkook almost shouts the word to stop you before calming down and saying the next words in a rush. “I just mean it doesn’t upset me, I want to hear about it. I’m happy for you, I guess it does just make me wonder what I’m doing with life.”

“Well, I mean it when I said I’d set you up with someone.”

He shakes his head, lets out a small laugh as he mutters, “thanks, but I’ll figure it out.”

You don’t look convinced, he can almost see the wheels turning in your head, your mind going through a list of all your single friends. You’ve tried in the past and he’s always passed the opportunity of dating one of your friends. He’s had relationships, albeit short relationships, but he draws the line with dating people close to you. That would be a sure fired way of slamming shut any potential door to dating you, not that there’s any door remotely open in the first place.

“Come on then, where’s he taking you?”

He can sense you deciding whether to linger on the subject but you take his bait, start telling him about the drinks and outfit you’ve already planned. He smiles along, genuinely does find some amount of joy in watching you like this, just wishes he was the cause of it.

You hadn’t messaged to say you were coming by, but the knock at the door gives away that it’s you. Not because you have a special knock, but because only you knock on his door, everyone else having to buzz at the main door.

He opens the door and there you are, incredibly drunk, leaning against the door frame as if it’s the only thing holding you up. A lazy smile on your face, your eyes squinted as if you’re struggling to hold them open.

“Jeon,” you slur pushing yourself off the wall, wobbling and swaying as you push past him into the flat.

“I wasn’t expecting you here tonight,” he says to the now empty corridor before swinging the door shut and following you to the kitchen. “Good night with Doug I take it?”

It’s him that now leans against the door frame, arms crossed and feet crossing as his eyes trail you around the kitchen. He tries not to gaze at the way your little black dress rides up when you reach for a glass, tries not to think how great that shade of red looks on your lips, tries not to feel jealous that you went on a date with another guy looking like that.

“The best,” you sigh the word before blasting the cold water tap and filling your glass.

“And yet you’re here, not with lover boy?” He raises an eyebrow at you, can’t keep the smug smile off his face.

“Hey,” you jut your now full glass at him, giggling as the water sloshes as if you’d completely forgotten you were holding it. “That’s your fault.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, his head flopping to the side, his heart giving a pang as if in hope. You just take a massive gulp of your water increasing his anticipation before speaking.

“You told me to be careful,” you explain and now Jungkook’s heart truly does flop all over the place.

“I didn’t exactly think that would mean you’d turn up here.”

You shrug, not offended as you gulp down the rest of your water.

“Want some paracetamol?” He asks as you fill your glass again, doesn’t wait for a reply as he heads over to the cabinet.

“You’re the best Kook,” you pout up at him as take the offered paracetamol.

He forces himself to take a step back to give you room to take the medicine. But his eyes can’t leave you as he leans back against the countertop.

“How much exactly did you drink tonight?” He asks, watching the way you softly sway even when stood still. “Or better yet, how did you get here?”

“Well,” you down the dregs of your water before placing the empty glass on the counter behind you and then lean back into it so you’re stood opposite sides of the room facing each other. Your eyes are hazy as you look at him and he wonders how much of this you’ll remember tomorrow. “Doug put me in a car after buying me approximately five drinks. It could have been more though because honestly I wasn’t counting.”

Jungkook hums, a smile tugging on his lips as he looks across at you. You look like you’re honestly trying so hard to remember. And from the way you’re acting he can tell that five drinks is an underestimate. It’s not like you’re a good drinker or that this is the drunkest he’s ever seen you, he just knows you and knows you’ve had a lot to drink tonight.

“So Doug put you in a car?” He clarifies and you nod your head at him. “And he sent you here?”

You giggle as if what he’s said is completely ridiculous, as if he’s completely missed the mark. The noise finally gets him to smile, his lips turning upwards as he lightly shakes his head at you.

“Doug invited me back to his,” you say it lightly but Jungkook’s smile falls, his heart drops. And then you carry on. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about how you told me to be careful and thought that maybe this was moving too fast. I mean if I like him and if I want this to be a series thing, what’s the rush? Anyway, I just started thinking about what you said and then I was thinking about you and then I wanted to see you and so I just thought I’d come here.”

Jungkook’s heart is hammering in his chest, but you seem completely oblivious. Speaking the words as if they’re throw away comments, but Jungkook is sure he’ll remember them for the rest of his life. You were on a date and thought of him? Better yet, you were on a date and couldn’t stop thinking of him so just came over? He knows he’s your best friend, but something like hope sparks inside him at the comment.

It's late though and as much as he would love to stay up and talk or do something, you’re still swaying on the spot and your eyes seem to be getting hazier the longer you stand.

“You want to sleep over?”

You nod, a smile blossoming on your face. “I love sleepover’s,” you whisper.

He huffs a laugh as pushes off the counter. He walks towards you, but rather than reaching out for you he grabs the empty cup.

“You’ve got to have lots of water though,” he says over the running water.

You nod again and then silent start to plod towards his bedroom. Jungkook carries your water, following behind.

“Do you ever wonder if you would have been accused of being a witch in like the 16th century?”

“What?” Jungkook frowns as you sit on the edge of the bed while he continues around the room, placing your water down and then trying to find something you can sleep in.

“Of course you don’t, you’re a guy,” you sigh before falling backwards, eyes now on the ceiling.

“And this is something you think of?”

“I’m an old single woman. I just think that would have been suss back in the day.”

“You’re not old.”

“Maybe not now, but back then girls were marrying at like 14.”

He pulls a clean top out, one that is large on him so will completely swallow you, hopefully enough for his thoughts to not drift anywhere unsafe. He stands in front of you, knees nearly touching, places the top on the bed next to you before offering you a hand to help you up. When he sees your face you’re pouting, your eyes sad and he has to wonder what this is all about.

“You wouldn’t have been accused of being a witch,” he tries to reassure you.

“Maybe I’ll just become an old crazy cat lady.”

“Cat ladies are cool,” you shoot him a look that shows you don’t buy it and he realises what this is all about. “I thought the date went well?” He pauses but you don’t respond. “Don’t worry, I’ll marry you before you’re left all alone.”

You continue to eye him, suspicious and he wonders how after all this time you still can’t see that all he’s saying is completely true, that he’d happily marry you tomorrow if you asked.

“I wouldn’t do that to you Kook,” you finally say, before standing up. He’s stood so close that your face nearly plants into his shoulder and while he steps back you don’t seem to care. “You’ll want to marry someone better than me.”

“I won’t,” he says gently and when you don’t reply he’s unsure if it’s because you didn’t hear or because you’re choosing to ignore him. Either way, the conversation is cut short when you start to lift your dress over your head.

He heats, immediately spins around as if he’s suddenly realised he’s left something in his cupboard he needs to pay full attention to. It’s another thing over the years that’s solidified that he’s in the friend zone, the fact you so easily get changed in front of him. It’s not like you get naked, but you so unashamedly get down to your underwear, always citing that it’s no different to him seeing you in a bikini. And that may be true, but it really does not help Jungkook and the raging boner he always seems to get when you start to take your clothes off around him.

Jungkook choses to be more subtle as he changes, strips down to his boxers and keeps his top on. He’d normally sleep naked, but even walking around in just his boxers feels inappropriate. When he turns around you’re already tucked up into bed, only your head poking out from under the covers.

“Do you remember when we first met?” It’s a rhetorical question, you don’t even let him answer because of course he remembers. “You were all eyes and teeth and so skinny. But look at you now Kook. You really love the gym huh?”

He looks down at himself as if trying to see what you see but really he’s trying to hide how flustered that makes him feel. Are you trying to say he has a good body?

“You’re drunk and tired. Go to sleep,” he says as flatly as he can manage, before turning off the light.

“Where you going?”

“To the sofa?”

“You’re not sleeping here?”

“You’re sleeping here.”

He hears a soft sigh and some shuffling before you say. “There’s enough room for you too.”

His heart is pounding. He knows there’s enough room for two people, he’s shared the bed with others before. But the thought of sleeping next to you, in his bed, wearing his clothes, probably being able to feel your body heat; it all sounds like a lot.

“Or I’ll just take the sofa,” he hears some more rustling and what sounds like you trying to get out of the bed. “I’m not going to steal your bed from you when I’ve already stolen your evening.”

He doesn’t think as he heads over to you, doesn’t think as he bends down and pushes on your shoulder to stop you from getting up. His eyes have adjusted to the dark so he can see how close to your face he is, can feel your breath on his skin.

“I thought this was a sleepover, I just want to spend time with you.”

He smiles at your contradicting words, knows you’re just trying to say anything to get him to sleep here, not because you want to sleep with him but because you’d feel guilty if he slept on the sofa.

He nods before realising you might not be able to see the movement. “Ok. Scootch over.”

He catches a flash of teeth before you’re rolling away making room for him. He tries to steady his heart as he slips under the covers, tries to think of anything but the fact you’re next to him in his bed. But the space is too warm and however hard he tries he can’t escape the clear fact he’s not alone.

“Comfy?” You whisper and when he twists in your direction he’s met with your eyes staring back.

“Yeah. You?”

He can feel as well as see the way your head moves. And then the room falls into silence, your breaths growing steady as your eyes fall heavy. He feels a tad creepy watching you fall asleep but he’s suddenly not tired, so he has nothing else to do. But you’re still trying to fight back sleep, your eyes dropping closed and then slowly opening back to look at him.

“I love you Kook,” you whisper just before your eyes fall firmly closed.

He feels happy and sad at the words all at once. He knows you mean them, but he also knows you don’t mean them the way he wants you to. Still, even though you aren’t conscious to hear him say them and even though he means them in a completely different way, he whispers them back.

He gets a text from you week or so later. Nothing particularly spectacular happened after you slept over, but he’s not spoken to you much since. You woke up in bed together, you were incredibly hungover, Jungkook got up and made coffee and breakfast while you showered. It was normal, it was domestic, but it wasn’t romantic, it was just two friends hanging out. The problem it seems is that you’re friends that aren’t of the same gender and that seems to give people the wrong opinion or, it seems, upsets them.

He's about to meet Tae for a coffee when his phone goes off, but he’s so close to the café that he waits till he has coffee in is hands before opening it.

He smiles when he sees your name and then immediately frowns when he reads the message.

Y/N: Hey, so I’ve been on a few more dates with Doug – it’s all going great!! But I thought I should apologise for being a bit MIA. Doug found out about the other night and he wasn’t happy that I slept at yours. Sorry if I’ve been MIA but I just think maybe we need some space for a bit. Hope you’re doing ok xxx

Jungkook reads the message several times before it fully sinks in. Every time it feels like he gets a different meaning so that by the end he’s silently fuming.

He’d not really thought much about you being quiet these past few weeks. Sure, your messages were short but they were still frequent. And though he hasn’t seen you since, he’s not selfish enough to take a problem with that, Jungkook doesn’t own you and he realises he’s only a friend and that you’re currently dating someone.

The fact you’re even calling this out irks Jungkook more than anything. It’s so unlike you and he can almost read the fact that Doug has put you up to this, has told you that you have to tell Jungkook you can’t see him.

Maybe he’s reading too much into it. Projecting his negative feelings toward Doug so that the truth twists itself to his whim. But when he sends a message to say it’s all ok, that he didn’t mean to upset anyone and that he’s happy you’re happy and would still love to meet up soon to catch up, the response he gets almost proves his thoughts.

Your message makes it sound like you’re relieved he’s taken it so well, as if Jungkook would ever shout at you. And then you go on to say that although you’d love to meet now isn’t the best time.

“What’s riled you up?”

Jungkook physically jumps at the voice. Looks up from his phone to see Tae sliding into the chair opposite. He raises his eyebrow in question before taking a sip of his smoothie.

Jungkook sighs. “Apparently Y/N’s boyfriend isn’t happy about her being friends with me.”

“They’re official?”

Of course Tae would focus on the unimportant point.

“I don’t know. Possibly. Probably,” Jungkook waves a hand dismissively.

“And this has you annoyed?” Tae sips his drink, his face innocent but his eyes hold a knowing look.

“She came back to mine drunk one night,” this seems to peak Tae’s interest, he sets his drink on the table, full focus on Jungkook. “It was after a date and she came to mine and we just hung out and I made sure she had some water and then we went to bed.”

Jungkook shrugs but Tae’s eyes narrow, knowing he’s holding back.

“We slept in my bed, together, but like, just next to each other,” Jungkook rushes the words out. “And I guess Doug found out or Y/N told him because now he doesn’t want her seeing me.”

“Jesus,” Tae sighs. “I can’t blame him.”

“What?”

“You slept with his girlfriend,” he says and when Jungkook goes to protest Tae is quick to re-word. “You may have just slept in the same bed, but come on, I’d be pissed if my girlfriend did that with another guy, even if it was with her best friend.”

“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Jungkook mutters irritated, he was hoping Tae would be on his side.

“Nor do you. But I bet if you did you’d feel the same. Let’s say, hypothetically, you were dating, oh I don’t know, Y/N. You wouldn’t be pissed if she slept in the same bed as someone?”

“Not if it was her best friend.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes and then shoots him a look as if to say really?

“Ok, I’d be a little annoyed,” a triumphant smile lights up Taehyung’s face, only irking Jungkook more. “But I wouldn’t be so annoyed that I’d tell her she couldn’t see the guy anymore.”

Even though Taehyung doesn’t agree out loud Jungkook can tell that he does at least agree. It at least makes him feel a little better about the situation, that he has even the smallest amount of someone on his side.

“It’s a new relationship. She’s still finding her feet, they both are. It’s probably just a massive overreaction.”

Jungkook wants to believe Tae, he really does, and though he nods and agrees he can’t help but feel like you’re slowly slipping out of his fingers.

Days turn into weeks as Jungkook wonders how much space exactly you need. He’s heard from you through short, single word texts and he’s seen you at nights with friends, but he can tell something’s changed. You don’t want to hang out with Jungkook like you once did. You don’t have pizza nights or film nights just the two of you anymore.

He doesn’t want to worry about you, but he does. He doesn’t want to pin the blame on Doug, but he does.

He’s heard enough about the guy to know he doesn’t like him. It’s not only because he’s got the honour of dating you, but because by the sound of it he’s not even doing a good job of it. Doug isn’t treating you like the Goddess you deserve to be. And yet you seem to be falling for him hook line and sinker.

He can’t help but think back to the night you spoke about how you’d be accused of being a witch. Is this why you’re so willingly letting him in? Because you’re worried your getting old and are still single?

Jungkook has messaged you, reached out and tried to be normal around you. And you’ve replied, had an excuse for every cancelled meeting. He has no reason to have a go at you, and yet he still feels like you’re slipping away from him.

But what can he say? What can he do? He’s not sure. He feels like all he can do is watch you go and remain here ready if you ever need to come back.

“Oh my god,” Tae slaps a hand to his chest and Jungkook’s eyes shoot to what he’s looking at. “She’s actually arrived.”

You roll your eyes and smile as you slip into an empty chair. Tae is being overly dramatic, but he’s making a point behind the joke and though you laugh and roll your eyes, Jungkook hopes you take note.

“I said I was coming didn’t I?”

Tae hums, mixing his drink with his straw, the noise saying everything he won’t say aloud; it hasn’t stopped you not coming before. Or at least in the last month or so when your relationship with Doug has intensified.

“I was half expecting you to bring someone else with you.”

Jungkook’s eyes are trained on you for the full exchange, he wants to gage your reaction to the gentle accusations. Tae hadn’t mentioned he was going to do this, he hadn’t even told Jungkook these were his feelings towards you and your latest relationship. Last he knew Tae was still of the opinion he gave at that coffee shop. But he’s glad he’s no longer alone in his thoughts, that Tae can finally see how toxic your relationship is. You, seemingly, are still naïve to it, if your smile and continued eye rolls are anything to go off.

“Maybe you should stop confronting her or she’ll take your advice and never meet us again,” Emily chips in and Jungkook doesn’t miss the thankful look you shoot her.

Tae, thankfully, just hums and doesn’t push the topic. He’s someone that will make his point but won’t hold a grudge. Jungkook, on the other hand, can’t so easily let go.

He watches you out of the corner of his eye, glances your way when he can see you’re not looking his way. It feels like it’s been ages since he’s seen you, at least it’s been ages since he’s really seen you anyway. Because you haven’t come to his flat since that night you stumbled drunkenly through his door, you haven’t invited him to yours, he’s not seen you outside of groups and even then – as Tae said – you hardly come.

You look the same though. Still as beautiful, still as heart aching, still his best friend.

Yet, you seem sadder. Not necessarily noticeable, you still laugh and smile, but Jungkook notices. Your eyes somehow dimmer, you smile somehow not quite lighting up your face. But at least you’re here. It feels somehow like a small gift if your welfare isn’t good.

Jungkook’s leg bobs under the table as the conversation moves around him, trying not to be obvious with his glances at you and trying not to be obvious with his concern.

“What’s everyone bought for Jimin’s birthday then?”

“I got him some wool.”

Jungkook frowns at Tae. “For his cat?”

“No. He’s taken up crochet,” he says as if it’s a fact everyone should know.

“Surprised you didn’t get him matching rings or something,” Emily jokes.

“Got that for Christmas,” Tae just shrugs, seemingly to the joke. “What you get?”

“Beer,” Emily says.

“Tickets to a gig,” Jungkook adds.

All eyes fall to you and your silence speaks wonders, even if you weren’t so obviously fiddling with your cup and avoiding eye contact.

“I got him some fun film for his polaroid,” you say and everyone nods, satisfied, well, Tae and Emily do anyway, Jungkook just watches you, trying to decipher what’s gotten into you. It doesn’t take long to work it out.

“So you got him beer? Is that so you can drink it at the party?”

“Of course not,” Emily says with a sarcastic smile.

“Cheap,” Taehyung says the word behind a cough.

“Don’t blame me for being smart,” Emily holds up her hands in fake surrender. “Anyway, we arriving to this together?”

“I’ll probably be there to help set up,” Taehyung replies.

“Sure, we can go together,” Jungkook says when Emily’s eyes land on him.

All eyes turn to you again and this time he can really see how awkward you are. You look uncomfortable almost curling up inside yourself to avoid this conversation.

“Y/N?”

“Huh?” You look up as if only just realising everyone’s waiting on you to say something.

“You want to come to the party with me and Jungkook?”

Your eyes flick between Jungkook and Emily. He thinks he reads a small amount of panic there.

“Ah yeah, the party,” you smile small. “I don’t think I’m gonna go.”

“What?” Emily says the word as she slams a hand down on the table. Jungkook knows it’s because she’s surprised but you still jump at the noise.

“I’m not going,” you repeat, voice small but firm.

“But you said last week you were coming?”

Jungkook can read the answer on your face before you say anything. It makes his stomach turn and his heart drop.

“Things change.”

“It’s Doug, isn’t it.”

Your eyes dart to Jungkook, wide and truthful for a second before you can control your features. Jungkook remains flat faced in challenge the whole time. He’s angry. The guys taken you away from so much of his life and yet he’s wanting to pull you away from even more of it. But what makes Jungkook even more angry it that you’re seemingly letting him do it.

“He can come too,” Emily says softly, trying to diffuse the tension that’s risen in the air.

“He can’t come,” you reply, eyes moving away from Jungkook.

“So he’s not letting you go?” Jungkook can feel the curious eyes of Emily and Tae but he keeps his eyes on you.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to.”

You shoot him a look, one that speaks why are you doing this? Jungkook keeps his face blank. He’s not really sure why he’s pressing it, or at least isn’t sure why he’s choosing now to voice his opinions of Doug.

You sigh, look towards Emily instead of Jungkook as if saying the words to her will make it better. “I mentioned the party to him and he can’t come and he wasn’t comfortable with me going alone.”

“Emily’s just said you can come with us,” Jungkook says and he sees a nerve twitch in your jaw.

You don’t reply, keep your eyes firmly on Emily. You’re uncomfortable, look like you’re trying to silently plead with Emily to help save you.

“It is just us,” Emily says in a small apologetic voice. “He has nothing to be uncomfortable about.”

You fold. Defeated. And Jungkook almost folds with you, nearly gives in and tells you it’s fine, don’t worry about it. He hates seeing you like this, would do anything to get the old you back right now. But you speak before he can do anything.

“I’ll talk to him,” you say meekly.

Jungkook wants to press it, but Tae is quick to take over with a change in topic. The conversation moves of before Jungkook can question you. You become more yourself, the meekness slipping away, but the concern still lingers in Jungkook. What sort of guy are you dating where you feel uncomfortable enough to not talk out against him telling you not to go to a friends party? You looked almost scared at the thought of having to talk to Doug on the matter, and that scares Jungkook.

Things have slowly but cosmically changed between the two of you. Where he once would have easily challenged you, would have easily told you to dump the guy, would have even said something with Emily and Tae here, now he feels like he’s in no position to do so. He has to go through the whole hang out without saying anything. He has to watch you say your goodbyes and watch you slip away. And only when he’s home can he send you a message to check up on you. He’s disappointed when he gets your reply, knows it’s a lie when you say that you’re fine.

Part of him doesn’t expect you to come, but even though you’re late, that’s you walking through the door. And though it’s such a simple thing, Jungkook’s heart still stutters, something akin to pride swelling inside him.

He keeps half listening to Tae drone on about art or vintage wine or whatever it is he’s going on about. His eyes keeping flicking to you, not lingering long enough for anyone to notice. You look exactly how he remembers, not that it’s been long enough for you to have changed much, but it’s still somewhat overwhelming to see you. He misses you so much.

He watches you as you hug and smile at all your friends, he can see that many of them react the way he is, everyone’s kind of shocked you’ve come and not just that but come alone. He doesn’t want to feel joy from that fact, but at least it makes him feel good that he’s not alone, that he’s not going insane, even if he hates that he’s right.

He doesn’t get a chance to really see or speak to you. Every time he gets close you seem to get swept away by someone else. He’s not sure if it’s you’re avoiding him or if it’s because everyone else is in the same boat as him, everyone has felt your presence missing in their life and now you’re here everyone wants a piece of you.

Still, Jungkook has fun, he drinks, not much but whenever his bottle is empty he finds himself wondering to the kitchen to find another. It’s where he is now, the hum of alcohol in his veins, his hands popping off the bottle top, as there’s the distance noise of voices from the other room.

He turns when he hears someone walk in behind him and his heart soars to see it’s you only to fall to see the look on your face. You look like you hadn’t expected to see him in here and that you’re looking for a quick escape. It confirms one of his suspicions and he’s not sure what he’s done to deserve that. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or the jolt of misery in him or his pure annoyance, but the words escape his mouth before he can stop himself.

“Doug let you come then?” He regrets the words as soon as they’ve left his mouth and he can see your defences rising instantly.

He should have been neutral, shouldn’t have immediately brought up the man that is so clearly causing the divide in your relationship. It at least shouldn’t have been the first words he’s spoken to you when he’s finally only with you. But it gets you to not leave the room at least. You stand up straight, look definitely at him.

“What is your problem with him?”

Jungkook shrugs, takes a long drink of his beer and looks away from you. But it’s not enough to avoid you. He can still see you stood fuming out of the corner of his eye.

“No, tell me,” you challenge. “Because with Tom it was that he was too clingy. With Ezra it was that he seemingly wasn’t clingy enough. You thought Ray wanted to be friends with you which apparently didn’t sit well. Ok, Joe was a dick and did cheat but before that even came out you had a bad feeling about him. You’ve had a problem with every single guy I’ve gone out with, so go on, what is it with Doug?”

He tries not to wince at the fact you have so plainly called him out. He’s not been quiet about his dislike to your past boyfriends, but he didn’t think you were keeping such a clear score.

“Ok,” he nods, deciding how best to go about this, but he can already see by the look on your face that he’s dug himself into a hole that will be near impossible to escape. “I get it, I don’t really know your relationship, but it’s only because you’re shutting me out. I thought I was your best friend and I just want what’s best for you. If I was dating someone and you saw red flags I’d want to know.”

He pauses but you remain silent, that hard stare levelled at him. He’s tried to avoid the question and he’s not been successful. He scuffs his foot on the floor, taps a finger on his beer, prepares himself for the worst.

“You had to ask him to come tonight and he said no. You said he was worried about your safety, that there might be creeps here, but come on, it’s a party full of your friends. He’s just projecting his own insecurities onto you, he’s making out like he doesn’t trust you. He stops you from seeing me, from seeing your friends. I can see that he makes you happy, but I can also see that he makes you sad, that you bend to his will and is he worth that?”

“He was upset,” you start, your voice not containing the same bite as before. “He wanted to come and couldn’t so he said some things he shouldn’t.”

Jungkook scoffs and starts to shake his head. He can’t believe he’s hearing this, that you’re actually making excuses for him. The noise only seems to rile you up though.

“Yeah and you’re Mr Perfect?”

“I’m certainly better than him.”

“Yeah, of course you are, Mr sleep with a girl for a week and then leave her.”

His heart stops as your eyes widen. He can see that you regret the words but you also don’t take them back. Is that really what you think of him?

“I don’t have any shame about my relationships. At least with the people I’m with we’re on the same page about what we’re doing.”

“Have you actually ever been in a serious relationship? Are you really in a position to be giving me advice?”

The grip on his beer tightens as he looks at you. He’s never seen this side of you before, has never experienced this cruelness from you. And honestly, he never thought you saw him this way. You have been disappointed in the past when things didn’t work out between him and a girl you got on with, but you’d never implied that you were silently judging him for his short relationships.

“You’re drunk,” he mutters, attempting to bury the conversation even though so much damage has already been done.

“No, I’m not,” you snap back. “I’m fucking pissed off. And I just find it funny how someone who has never even been with someone longer than a week can so easily judge my relationship.”

“Doesn’t take a genius to spot a dickhead.”

“Clearly,” you spit back.

Silence falls between you as tension ripples through the air. Jungkook’s mind trails though all the things he can say to make this right but he falls short.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to offend you,” he offers the words out into the room but doesn’t seem to get anything back. You still remain standing rigid in the corner.

“I just hate it,” you finally admit. “I hate that you always have a problem with whoever I date. You’re my best friend Kook, I don’t want to have to choose between you and the person I’m with, but it always feels like you’re making me.”

He’s conscious of your eyes on him, tries not to give anything away. But your words pain him, the hard truth of it coupled with that nickname and the fact you’re still calling him a friend. He’s not sure if it’s that that causes the breaking point, or the fact that you’ve never been so open with your hurtful views towards each other before, or maybe it’s because he’s just sick and tired of doing this, of hiding his feelings for so long. Or maybe he really has had a bit too much to drink. But he finally cracks.

“Because I want you to choose,” his gaze shifts towards you, wanting to catch every emotion that goes across your face when he admits this. “I don’t want to be your best friend Y/N. I never have. Have you never thought there’s a reason I hate all the guys you date? That I never really date anyone myself? That I would do anything and everything for you?”

You’re frowning, your mouth opening as if to answer but no sound comes out. He can see you silently trying to piece together what he’s trying to say but you’re struggling so after a breath he helps you out.

“I like you Y/N,” he risks taking a step towards you, confusion still on your face but at least you don’t turn and run. “I’ve always liked you way more than a best friend should.”

You look lost, a hint of pain in your gaze and all Jungkook wants to do is wrap you in his arms.

“Why are you doing this Jungkook?”

“Doing what? Telling you I love you?”

Your eyes flare wide. “So now it’s love?”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I’ve always loved you.”

You’re shaking your head as he talks and his heart breaks with the look in your eyes. You look so small and fragile and even though he knows he caused that, he can’t help but take a step towards you. All you have to do is raise your hand for him to stop before he reaches you.

“Why are you doing this now?” You whisper out the clarification. “I’m with Doug.”

“I know, but, you don’t have to be, you –”

You shake your head again, take a step away that he doesn’t follow. He thinks he can see tears building in your eyes and he wonders how this could have gone so wrong. He’s thought a lot about what would happen if he were to admit his feelings to you and never in a million years would this have been one of his predictions.

“I’m with Doug,” you whisper, your voice hoarse, a frown between your eyebrows

This time all Jungkook replies is a nod of his head. You’re with Doug. What was he thinking you’d do, leap up and down with joy and say you’d dump the guy? No, of course all this was going to cause was a rift. Because you’re with someone else, and now you won’t even feel comfortable around Jungkook.

Jungkook nods his head again. “I’m sorry Y/N.”

He’s sorry he’s made you feel this way. He’s sorry he chose this moment to tell you. He’s sorry he’s caused all this. He’s sorry he feels this way about you.

“I just can’t believe you Jungkook,” your voice is stronger now and though everything in him is telling him to speak out, to explain, but he bites his tongue. “I can’t believe you’re choosing this moment to tell me this. If what you’re saying is true, you’ve had so much time to tell me and yet you choose when I’m with someone to say it? You choose to use this as an excuse to why you’re being a dick to my boyfriend?”

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“Yeah? It sure looks like it from here.”

He shakes his head. He can see what you mean, can see the situation from your point of view and though he didn’t mean for it to be like this, he can see that you’re right. It looks like he’s only saying this because everything else isn’t working, he’s had years to admit his feelings and yet he’s only saying it now when your relationship is falling apart. Jungkook continue to shake his head as he searches for a way to rectify this.

“Surely you can see that’s not true,” he says. “Surely you can see I’ve always loved you.”

“You’ve always been my best friend Kook,” you say softly.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats his earlier statement, unsure what else to say.

“But you’re being selfish.”

That comment irks him. “I’m trying to make you see what a dick that guy your dating is. I’m trying to make you see how much better you could be treated.”

“By pushing your feelings onto me? By forcing me to choose?”

“I don’t want you to choose Y/N.” He wants you to want him back. He doesn’t want there to be a decision in the first place. Doesn’t want there to be options.

“Isn’t that exactly what you want?”

“I want you to be happy. I want you to see how poorly he’s treating you. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way back. I don’t care if you only want to be my friend. I just want you to know that this isn’t it, Y/N, you don’t have to settle for him.”

You look taken aback by his outburst, and honestly, he’s a little taken aback too. He was surprised that he admitted his feelings in the first place and now he’s being bold enough to tell you to break up with Doug.

“I can’t do this,” you say before taking a large gulp, shaking your head lightly. Spinning on the spot you exit the room and don’t look back. Jungkook feels like he should chase you, should try and say more, but he knows that won’t help so he remains stood in the middle of the kitchen staring at where you left him.

He’s not sure how long he stands there before Tae walks in and shoves a drink in his hand. His beer is still half finished behind him, but he gulps at the fresh drink appreciatively.

“What happened in here?” Tae asks, feigning indifference but Jungkook can hear the curiosity. He’s not surprised, seeing the two of you stood here was probably enough but then you storming out the room with that look on your face was probably the icing on the cake.

“I did what you said,” Jungkook says flatly. “I told her how I felt.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung’s eyes flare wide and this time it’s him that’s gulping down his drink.

“Yeah, fuck.”

“She didn’t take it well?”

Jungkook thinks it through. No, you didn’t take it well. But also you didn’t exactly shoot him down, at least not in the way he expected. You didn’t say you felt nothing back, didn’t say he was being stupid, didn’t say you would never feel the same way back. Still, it wasn’t exactly sunshine and rainbows, you weren’t kissing and declaring you love for each other. No, you were storming out the room and half shouting at him. So yeah, it could have gone a lot better.

“I’m not really sure,” Jungkook admits.

“Well, what did she say?” There’s a second silence and Tae thinks better of what he’s said. “What did you say?”

Jungkook sighs and then proceeds to go over everything that just happened. Tae, with all his flaws, is at least a good audience. In the end he gets a pat on the back and some encouraging words before they head back into the party. Jungkook finds the whole thing a lot less joyous than before.

Days pass where he doesn’t hear from you. Whereas before he sent messages, this time he doesn’t, just one single massive apology that you don’t reply to. If you want to speak to him, he figures you’ll come to him. He doesn’t want to pressure you or make this situation any worse – though he has to question just how worse he could make it.

He tries to carry on like normal, but he can feel how different his life is without you in it. It’s like he has a you shaped hole in his heart and nothing will fill it. It’s colossal changes that have appeared gradually, long before the party and the argument. But only now to prove to be gaping holes in his life.

Tae tries to reassure Jungkook that you’ll be back, that you’re just going through some things right now and while Jungkook wants to believe him, he’s not sure all of him does. His hope has been crushed before and he’s not sure he’d survive that again.

Still, Jungkook carries on with his life, acts as if everything is the same and that he’s fine. Because even though he’s not, he can’t sit around and wait for you to change your mind, he can’t wait around for you to do the impossible and tell him you love him back. No, Jungkook has more self-respect than to do that.

There’s a knock at his door and he doesn’t think much about it before he’s at the door opening it. No one knocks at his door, no one can even get up to his door to knock, no one but …

You’re stood in front of him looking small and sad but also hopeful. Jungkook wants to open his arms and take you in them but something stops him. That’s not your relationship anymore. He’s not even sure he’s your friend and isn’t sure how you’d react if he was affectionate towards you.

It’s silent for far longer than it should be, both of you stood staring at each other as if it’s been years rather than weeks since you last saw each other.

“Hey,” you finally break the silence with a small, soft smile.

“Hi,” Jungkook replies.

You nod your head in the direction of Jungkook’s flat and Jungkook stutters. Like he’s a fumbling fool who’s never invited someone into his flat before, his feet skid around the floor before he steps back, opening the door wide. Your smile is larger as you step past the door, amusement in your eyes as you bend to take your shoes off and Jungkook closes the door.

He turns just as you’re standing up. There’s another awkward silence as you both try and work out what it is that happens next. You came here, but it’s Jungkook’s flat.

“Want a drink?” Jungkook tries to ask it as casually as he can as he moves past you to the kitchen.

It feels good to have a distraction, something to focus on other than you.

He can’t help but think about how you know his feelings, how you didn’t just turn him down but left him standing in that kitchen. How the hell is he supposed to act around you after that? It’s why he’s not messaged you since, and the fact you haven’t messaged him in return seems to show your feelings to the situation. You want nothing to do with Jungkook. And yet, you’re here.

It’s been a few weeks, mere days since that party and while it feels like Jungkook’s been mourning the loss of someone, he’s started to come to terms to his life without you.

He’s already boiling the kettle, is dropping tea bags into mugs when you let out a little, “tea’s good.”

It’s another thing that makes his heart pang, the fact he so naturally started making the drink without your reply. It’s not because it’s you, he tries to convince himself, he would have naturally made anyone a tea. But even he knows he’s lying to himself.

The boiling of the water fills the room with sound, disturbing the silence. It gives him time to think, time to wonder why you’re here. Maybe you realised you left something here. Maybe you want to amend the friendship. Maybe you’ve missed him as much as he’s missed you. But as he pours the water into the mugs and gets rid of the tea bags he knows the latter is wrong, you wouldn’t have left him standing there, wouldn’t have left it this long without saying anything if you missed him as much.

He turns to see you leaning on the door frame, takes a step towards you to hand you your mug before retreating to the other side of the kitchen. He leans back onto the counter as if to create as much distance as possible. He’d invite you to sit in the living room, but the thought of only that one sofa gives him cold chills, he’s not ready to be that close to you just yet and would feel too awkward scrunched up on the beanie bag.

“How have you been?” You’re looking at him when you ask but Jungkook can’t hold your gaze, swallowing he looks down at the brown liquid in his mug, watches the steam rise and dissipate.

“Yeah, good,” he lies. He doesn’t return the question, doesn’t want to hear your answer.

You sigh, small, hardly audible but in the silence he hears it. His eyes flick up to look at you and he sees that same sadness from earlier.

“How’s that project from work?” He frowns as you carry on. “You had that looming deadline last we spoke.”

“Yeah, it went fine.” It was last week, he thought about you after, even wrote out a text to tell you how it went before deleting it. But why are you asking about that now?

“Good,” you say with a smile and a nod. “And your brother? He’s all ok?”

Jungkook truly frowns now, the tables turned as his eyes are firmly set on you as yours flick around the room everywhere but him. You look nervous and he can’t tell why.

“And the gym? You still going to the gym?” You say when he doesn’t immediately reply.

“Why are you here, Y/N?”

His question at least gets you to stop asking so many odd questions, gets you to look squarely at him. Your eyes are wide and he thinks he sees you gulp as he sets his tea down and crosses his arms across his chest. Maybe you hadn’t expected him to be so blunt, he might not have been a few weeks or months ago, would have gone along with whatever it is you’re trying to do, but quite frankly he’s over it.

“I wanted to see you,” you say meekly, but hold his gaze. “And I wanted to apologise.”

Now you’ve got his attention. He raises an eyebrow, half in shock, half in question. It still takes you a second to carry on.

“That night … you took me by surprise,” you say. “I was annoyed and shocked and I shouldn’t have said some of the things I said. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook sighs, runs a hand through his hair before saying, “I’m sorry too.” He messaged you after, a massive apology over text that you never replied to, but he still wants to say it to your face.

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” your voice is still soft, full of so much emotion and Jungkook can’t tear his eyes away from the way your eyes seem to fill with emotion. “I didn’t know and I wasn’t expecting you tell me then and there.”

“It was crappy timing.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why didn’t you tell me when I wasn’t dating anyone?”

Jungkook frowns. “Because I was scared. Because you never liked me that way and Y/N, I never wanted to lose you as a friend, you mean too much. And doesn’t this whole thing just prove why I was right to never say anything?”

“Because I was dating someone.”

Jungkook’s frown deepens. While you just stare down into your tea, mulling over your next words.

“You said you’ve always liked me?” There’s a small pause and then you say in a smaller voice, barely audible, “always loved me?”

“Yes,” it’s the only word he can say between his confusion and hammering heart, but he says it firmly.

“Even back in uni?”

“Yes.”

“And you just hid it all this time?”

Something clicks in Jungkook’s mind and he doesn’t answer your question. “Was dating someone?”

“What?” Your head tilts to the side, thrown by his change in course.

“Was dating someone?” He stands taller, eyes bright. “You used the past tense.”

“Oh,” while Jungkook grows taller you seem to shrink, unsure. “Well, I broke up with Doug. The night after you told me.”

Jungkook pushes himself off the counter, so he’s stood upright, but doesn’t move forward. His heart clashing in his chest, so loud he can hardly hear you over the roar.

“And I should have told you sooner and shouldn’t have ghosted you this whole time, it’s just, I needed to work out what I wanted?”

“And what do you want, Y/N?” His throat feels dry, raw, and still his heart thunders inside him.

Slowly, you look up at him. Seconds seems to turn into minutes which turn into hours as he waits for your response.

“You.” You still sound small, but you sound sure.

His whole world stops with that single word. A ringing in his ears where once his heart was running a thousand miles an hour now it stops. It’s everything he’s dreamed of hearing and more and yet all he can do is stand still and do nothing.

“You probably think this is all stupid. Like, I was having a go at you the other day when you were telling me your feelings. But it was only because your timing was so crap and I really wasn’t expecting it and then all I could think of was Doug.”

Your rambling seems to bring him back to reality, a small smile starting to work its way onto his lips as he watches you fumble with the mug still in your hands.

“I needed the time to work out what it was I wanted, because you’ve been my friend for so long. But I think at some point I realised I also started seeing you as something more than a friend.”

He takes a step towards you. And your eyes widen as if you’re his prey and you’ve finally spotted that you’re being hunted.

“And like you said, I’m scared too. I don’t want to throw away our friendship.”

“And what do you want?” He repeats his earlier question now only a meter away from you.

“I don’t want to be just another girl.”

His heart pangs at the thought you’d even think that of him. “And I don’t want to be just a rebound.”

You share a look, eyes searching each other and you seem to come to a silent agreement. You’ll give this ago. You both feel the same, you’re both serious about it.

Jungkook takes another step towards you, the gap now centimetres not meters.

“I think we should take it slow though.” Your eyes are wide as you look up at him.

He nods even as he keeps closing the distance and is relieved when you don’t back away from him.

“I’ll take whatever you can give me Y/N,” he says when his feet are toe to toe with yours.

“Maybe we should just start with a date?”

He nods down at you, beaming smile on his lips. You look shy, nervous in a way he’s never seen you around him. He reveals in it.

He reaches out and takes the now cold tea out of your hands, looks away long enough to place it on the counter and then turns back to look at you. He watches the way your throat bobs as your eyes flick around his face.

“This is different,” you whisper out.

“Good different?”

You nod and Jungkook reaches out to tuck some hair that falls into your face back behind your ear. He keeps his hand on the side of your face when you don’t ask him to step away. The tension grows static in the silence, not uncomfortable but thick with an energy that feels like it could erupt any minute.

Jungkook looks down at your lips. Red and soft. But just as quickly flicks to look back at your eyes. He scolds himself, so caught up in the moment that he’s always dreamed of that he nearly threw it away just as quickly. You’ve just asked to take it slow and yet he was going to dive right it.

He goes to drop his hand and step away, but as if predicting the movement you raise your hand to keep him exactly where he is. His heart stutters. And you smile gently at him.

There’s a pause and then he risks it.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice is gravelly, husky as if it’s not been used in weeks, thick with desire.

You nod your eyes on his. He leans in slowly, the anticipation building, but he still wants to give you time to back out if you want to. You don’t and slowly but surely his lips lower onto yours.

Jungkook has dreamed of this moment a thousand different times but he can safely say that the even in his imagination none of them have lived up to the real thing. His nose grazes the side of yours, his lips perfectly slotting into yours as your body arches up into his. He can feel every inch of you pressed up against him and yet all he is aware of are those lips. As soft as he imagined, and yet way more devilish as it’s not him that deepens the kiss but you. It’s not until he feels your lips open slightly and then your tongue sweep along the seem of his lips that he pulls away.

You’re beaming up at him and he’s sure his flushed like a boy who’s never been kissed before, because although Jungkook has been kissed by a lot of different girls, none have quite been like that.

“So, where are you taking me on our first date?”

He looks down at you, shocked by the way you so casually ask it. But it’s easily to slip back into the old, easily relationship you had, while introducing this new exciting element.

Jungkook pulls you into his arms, gives you the hug he’s been wanting to give for months but has been unable to and kisses the crown of your head.

“Wherever you want,” he replies, because honestly, he’d give you the world if you asked him to.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook imagine #jungkook fanfic #btswritingcafe #btscreatorscorner #jungkook fanfiction #bts fanfction #bts imagines #jungkook scenario #jungkook fluff #jungkook sfw #jungkook #jungkook x y/n

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 2 years

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Azalea

Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield TASM)

Collection/Series: N/A

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: G

Warnings: Angst, brief mention of reckless behaviour, brief illusions to NWH but nothing that actual spoils anything really.

Summary: It’s become quite clear to you, in the time you’ve known him that Peter Parker has stopped looking after himself and you cannot possibly allow that.

Notes: Azaleas have many meanings; fragility; passion; patience; but also to take care of yourself for someone else.

It’s quite clear to you from the moment you befriend your neighbour, Peter Parker, that he does not look after himself in the best sorts of ways. You’ve not known him for long, about six months, the same length of time you’ve lived in New York and in the apartment down the hall from his own. In those six months he’s proven to be many things; kind, helpful (he’s always helping Mrs Cromby with her groceries), funny, charming in a nerdy sort of way, highly intelligent, but also a little bit of a disaster. Despite being in his mid-twenties, living alone, he seemed to not be so good at looking after himself. You knew his Aunt May was constantly checking him, leaving him meatloaf in an attempt to get him to eat something homemade and fresh.

You’ve noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the paleness that takes over his skin when he’s not been sleeping. You’ve noticed that he seems to live off of instant noodles and takeaways. That he always seems to have a new bruise, cut or injury even if they don’t last very long. You aren’t close enough with Peter to truly question these things, but they worry you. More than you’d admit.

He was, is, the first friend you made when you moved to this new place. The person you rely on, but you wonder if he realises he can rely on others too. That you’d do anything to help him if he needed it, simply because he deserved it. Because he was nothing but kind, supportive, and gentle. He deserved the same care given back to him.

You’re sleeping oh so peacefully when your cat, Jammy or Jimjams as you more often call her, jumps upon your face with insistent meows and, for her, rather gentle paws at your face. “Wh...what is it? It’s…” You look over at your phone to check the time, the bright lights blinding you in the darkness of your room. “two in the morning, Jimjams!”

The obscenely early hour does not seem to matter to your cat, who jumps down from your bed meowing until you swing your legs over the edge and into your slippers. She continues to pad out of your bedroom into your living area, stopping and meowing until you follow. This continues on until you’re opening your apartment door and following her down the hallway. Your apartment keys clanking in your pajama bottom pocket. Refusing to be locked out of your apartment for the second time in a month.

It’s the sight of Peter struggling his way down the corridor, using the wall on his left for support that makes all annoyance with your cat fade away. Replaced instead with a sickening realisation that he’s covered in cuts and bruises, in blood. His t-shirt is ripped and dirty, he’s missing a sneaker and his breathing is so laboured you can hear it a good four or five meters away.

“Peter!” You rush towards him, your slippers almost falling off your feet in your haste to get to him. The moment you try to wrap an arm around his waist he hisses in pain and flinches back from you. You pull away, hands hovering in the air, terrified to hurt him. You’ve never seen him look quite so fragile. You’ve seen him bruised, old cuts across his knuckles or face, but never this bad.

“I’m...I’m okay, really, you...you can go back to bed” He grunts it out, trying to put on his best voice, but there’s no disguising the pain he feels, the broken ribs that shift with every breath. Not when those big brown eyes of his are closed tightly and his teeth are gritted. He didn’t expect to run into you on his way back, thought he could make it quietly to his apartment without anyone seeing him. There’s a genuine fear in your voice that he doesn’t like, a shaky sort of tremble he’s never heard from you. He knows he’ll be okay in a couple of days, his wounds will heal themselves and he’ll be back to normal. He doesn’t want to worry you.

“Not happening.” You wrap his arm around your shoulder and take his keys from him. It’s a slow journey the last few feet to his apartment and it takes even longer to get him in and on his sofa where he lets out a sigh of relief. He usually complains that the thing is cheap and uncomfortable, but right now? Right now it feels like the softest damn thing, especially after being thrown through not one, not two, but three buildings.

He watches you open and close cabinets in his kitchen, frustration lining your features as you move towards the hallway that leads to the bathroom. You know his apartment as well as your own. His eyes are drawn away from you by the black cat that jumps up next to him, meowing at him as if to tell him off for getting hurt.

“Hey there, sweet lady, did you get Y/N for me?” It’s a tired sigh but Peter can’t help but greet your cat as she curls up against his thigh. Notoriously picky, your cat had proven she only loved two people in the whole of New York. You and Peter. Peter took the time to scratch her under her chin just like she favoured, even as his whole body ached. He loved that cat, he often found her on his fire escape begging to be let into his apartment.

You find his first aid kit under his sink and pull it out, grabbing a towel as you go. You wish he didn’t need it. Most people don’t. Most people keep them as a precaution in case of an accident but...Peter...Peter seems to always need it. It worries you, how he always seems to get hurt. It’s hard to explain away.

When you come back he’s leaning his head back, eyes glued on you as you make your way over and kneel down by his feet. You look radiant even when you're worried, you’re beautiful and it always tugs at his chest, that longing. Something he’s been fighting against for so long, but after recent events he’s not sure how long he can keep up that fight.

You pull at his shirt and help him to lift it over his head, reminding him it's okay at every gasp or whine of pain. His shifting ribs burn something fierce, but the careful touch of your hands and the gentle way you speak to him makes it worth it. Still he breathes heavy once it's removed and leans back into the cushions.

“Peter…” His ribs are mottled, black and blue, his torso covered in scratches and cuts. He looks like he’s been run over by a bus and it’s disturbing to say the least. “I think you should go to the hospital...this...it looks bad…” You have half a mind to phone an ambulance yourself, especially with the difficulty he seems to be having with breathing.

“I’m okay...really. It’ll be all good by tomorrow.” He tries to give you a reassuring grin but Peter knows it probably looks more like a grimace than anything else. It’d be so much easier if you knew. If you knew he was Spider-Man, if you knew he could heal doubly fast, but he wasn’t ready for you to know that yet. He wasn’t ready to let you in quite yet. He’d lost too many people for that.

“Peter I don’t think…”

“Trust me. I’ll be okay.” You’re careful as you wipe his cuts with antiseptic, still certain he needs to see someone more professional than yourself but knowing you can’t make him. You settle into the quiet, cleaning his wounds and sticking, of all things, Spider-Man plasters over his cuts to keep them clean. Those kids plasters bring the first smile to your face that night, something that quickly drops with every groan of pain.

The only sounds between the two of you are his sharp inhales of breath and gasps of pain and the sounds of the New York streets outside. Maybe he’s been hit in the head a little hard but Peter can’t help but think that the street lighting coming through the windows, the reds and blues of sirens look pretty against your skin, shining off your eyes.

You can feel warmth fill your cheeks and the tips of your ears at his staring. As much as Peter is your friend, you’d known from the first that you thought he was handsome, you’d known from the start that you craved his attention and his eyes on you. You know that if he asked you’d say yes to a date or a kiss in an instant, friend or not. You had, for the entire six months you’d known him, harboured a crush. One that only got worse each time you saw him, but in favour of not alienating your first friend in New York you kept that to yourself.

You couldn’t hide how much you cared, however, as you finished sticking the last plaster over his cheek. Your fingers lingering on his skin.

“You need to start taking care of yourself.” It’s a quiet whisper, spoken softly to him, as softly as your fingers on his skin, brushing delicately back and forth as if you were worried you’d break him. He’s reminded once more that you care about him, that you are the gentlest person in his life, you treat him with such care that he feels like letting all the weight spill off of his shoulders and out of his mouth. He keeps those words tight in his chest, the fear of burdening you or scaring you off so astoundingly large.

“I-” He goes to protest but you press a finger across his lips, they pucker around your skin, surprised at the touch, something so startlingly intimate.

“You don’t...you...you barely sleep, you don’t eat much, you...you come back hurt all the time. I just…” You can’t help it, the way your face scrunches as you close your eyes in an attempt to fight off the tears that well in your eyes. You can’t help them, not when he’s bruised and bloody and hurt, not when you think about how easy it would be to lose him, how easy it seems to be for him to neglect himself, as if he doesn’t matter.

“Hey…” His hand cups your cheek and he bends over with a grunt, despite the pain. There’s something so utterly reassuring about the gentle rub of his thumb across your skin, for both of you. He can’t even understand how your skin could be so soft.

Peter encourages you to look up at him, brushing his thumb beneath your eye until you open them both, tears shiny and wet reflecting the city lights back at him. He tries to shush you, soothing noises in hopes it’ll stop those tears but they seem to keep coming now that you’re staring into his eyes. Yours constantly catching on the cuts and bruises across his handsome face.

“Take care of yourself for me, Peter. If...if you won’t do it for yourself, please do it for me. I don’t…” You swallow loudly, your heart beat is so prominent in his ears, fast and erratic, running a race that it can’t seem to win. He’s sure his own is beating just as loudly, blood rushing through his veins at the heavy meaning that seems to surround the two of you as you speak. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, so...you need to look after yourself because I...I...I care about you, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, hey...hey,” He’s gentle as he presses his forehead to your own, brown strands tickling the skin of your temples, eyes intense as they stare back to your own, “I’ll do better. I promise. I...I’m sorry, I...fuck, I didn’t think I was worrying you this much. I’m sorry, I'll do better, I promise, baby.” He means it with every fiber of his bones, he’ll start cooking proper food (even though he’s a pretty bad cook), trying to sleep at a reasonable hour, heck, he’ll even take more care when doing his patrols. He knows he’s gotten reckless. He’s so concerned with the worry that digs deep in your veins that he doesn’t even realise that slip of the tongue, so easy as it falls from his lips.

“I just...I don’t want to lose you, Pete.”

“You won’t. I promise. You won’t. You won’t.” It’s been seven years since Gwen’s death, he’s gotten sloppy. He knows he has. Knows there were times that he didn’t care if he lived or died, but he’s seen hope, the possibility of something more, of love again. He’ll do better for you. He’ll do better so that you don’t look like this again, scared out of your mind at two in the morning, worried your friend might not last long. You don’t even ask, you never ask how or why...but he wonders if that doesn't make it scarier to see him like this. To see the cuts, the bruises, the damage and not understand why.

It’s not the right time, but he promises himself, as he urges you up on the couch with him, that he’ll tell you the truth soon. All of it. Everything.

Soon, he thinks, as you curl yourself around him. Soon.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker reader insert #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #the amazing spider-man

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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Demon Brothers Meeting the MC’s Family

I mean, if they have any family at all, what could they even tell them anyway? “Sorry Mom, still in Hell so I won’t make Thanksgiving but I’m doing great though!” This is another long one folks, but I lowkey kind of love it a whole lot. Sooo fun to write. One of my favorite posts so far.

Lucifer

Thinks it's a little weird that they’re so adamant to introduce their family to a literal demon but also kinda gets it. Family is the most important thing to him too.

Is very focused on making a good first impression, from image to attitude. Their approval isn’t going to do jack to stop him from being with the MC but he’d still take pride in being able to charm them for a night. Besides, if the MC cares then so does he.

Has more experience with the human world than the others so he’d know a lot of the do’s and don'ts already. They won’t need to worry about him making some kind of slip up.

Would love the irony if the MC’s family is religious at all. Christian/Jewish especially. May or may not play along with their little rituals but is going to make a lot of thinly veiled, passive-aggressive comments towards his "old man."

Would be most comfortable in a setting where there’s a lot of intellectual discussion or debate. He loves to steer a conversation down towards politics or other controversial things to get a rise out of people. The MC may need to reign him in if that’s a big no-go zone.

Isn’t really going to get along with any younger siblings the MC might have. Either he’s too stiff or too scary. If they’re looking for a playmate, look somewhere else.

Also not going to be particularly fond of any pets they have one way or another. Though he may take a shine to pitbulls or rottweilers because they remind him of Cerberus.

Mammon

You sure about this, MC? Him? Really? Are you really sure? He’s going to think they're crazy but he’s not going to refuse.

Will be so freaking excited if they’re from a well-to-do or, dare say, rich family. So much stuff to steal admire. Yeah, yeah no stealing from the MC’s family, he gets it... He’ll really try his best but it might be good to keep an eye on him.

Surprisingly though, he’s not going to be disgusted if they’re from a poor family either because the dude gets it. Money is hard to come by and things can be tough. He might even… pay... for some stuff while he’s there... You know, if he can. Don’t make a big deal out of it… He's got an image to keep.

He’ll try his best to not come off like a total scumbag and it may actually work. He’s rough around the edges but there’s plenty of chances for his better side to shine through as long as he stays on good behavior.

They will have to be sure that he doesn’t get to talking too much because his dumbass will let it slip that he’s a demon.

Mammon may not love kids but kids love him and any younger siblings are going to do the same. Even if he calls them little gremlins, he’ll let himself get roped into whatever game they’re playing and make it a lot of fun in the process.

Bring on the pets! He’s more of a dog person but he’ll play with a cat too. He may not be as animal-obsessed as Satan but he loves a good furry companion every once in a while.

Leviathan

NOOOOO and you can’t make him!!! A social event involving strangers where he has to make a good impression?? Fuck no, that sounds like actual hell and he doesn’t want anything to do with it!

… But he also can’t just let the MC go back to the human world alone because what if they meet someone better than him and get reminded that they’re with a good-for-nothing otaku…? Okay he's going. But he’s going to pout about it.

His first impression is going to make him come off like a nervous wreck no matter what. There’s really no polishing this bundle of anxiety. The best he can hope for is to ride this thing out until it's done.

Will be pretty quiet and cling to the MC like a life-raft the entire night. Refuses to be left alone with their family in any capacity, he could not handle the awkward silence. If they’re going to the bathroom, then he’s going too damnit.

If they have a pretty nerdy family then he might be a bit more comfortable. Especially if any of their siblings/parents game or are into anime. Steering conversation more towards his comfort zones will help him out a lot...

If they have little siblings who play a lot of video games then he is going to be the coolest person in the world. Period. He knows all the best strategies to practically any game out there, demonic or human. He may even loosen up a little bit and start smiling if he gets to wow an audience with his gaming prowess!

Like Lucifer he’s not going to be all that impressed with pets either way. He’ll think fish are pretty neat and probably even reptiles too but don’t expect him to get too cuddly with a dog or anything.

Satan

Doesn’t hate the idea but agrees that his name is going to have to change if they’re really serious about it. “Hey everybody this is my boyfriend, Satan!” is only going to be appealing to very niche circles...

Like Lucifer, he's going to be mindful of how he comes across. He'd rather the MC's family likes him than didn't, even if it's irrelevant, so expect him to be very polite and sociable. Damn near the perfect gentleman.

… Until something/someone sets off his temper. He may not go full Wrath on the situation but it's probably best to get him out of the room real quick so he can cool down.

Would love if the MC comes from an super educated family but it’s not a must. He's the kind of guy who will ask a lot of questions about any person's profession/skills and how things work regardless of background. He's curious that way.

Either way, he is going to show off his smarts and make sure that their family knows where his intellect is at. He wants them to know that the MC picked someone with a good head on their shoulders, after all.

Best keep him away from small children and bratty teens. He isn't exactly opposed to kids, but it takes one little shit to set him off and NO ONE looks good yelling at someone else's kid. Deserved or not.

Will there be cats? Do you have a cat? Please say you have a cat! He's okay with dogs too but if the MC has a cat this man will be ecstatic. The cat will love him and he will love it right back. Honestly, he's already adopted it. It's his now. Who's MC?

Asmodeus

Baby, you can take him anywhere and he’ll be the life of the party! A little family gathering doesn’t matter to him.

Is going to make sure that the moment he walks through the door the MC's family is in awe of what a catch they've got for themselves. He wants them to be proud of their little MC! To him, that translates to looking good and being fun!

Hope this is a house used to physical affection because he will not (and probably cannot) turn it off. Everyone gets hugs. Everyone.

Extra affectionate the whole night. He'll hold the MC's hand or arm or waist or really any part he can get away with. Kisses on the head and cheek aplenty. He may also lowkey butter up their parents with loads of compliments no matter what situation they're in.

If he's told to cool it on the touching though, he may get offended.

Is going to be better with teenage siblings than little, little ones. The man lives to give dating advice, fashion tips, or makeovers, you name it. Though he has to be careful to mention just human products and not some of the stuff he has back home.

Animal fur on his clothes? After he dressed himself so carefully?? No thanks. You can have your cute puppy or your little kitty. He'll take pictures, but he's probably not going pet much.

Beelzebub

Is honestly kind of honored by the suggestion. The MC is already a part of his family so it only seems natural to make him part of theirs. Though he has some reservations, mostly around his appetite...

He doesn't go up to the human world very much because it's really hard for him to stay fed. He's well-known enough in the Devildom that restaurants know what to expect when he walks in. Not so much up there.

Arrange the meeting around a state fair, festival, or carnival where the food is plentiful and he's golden. Hopefully their family won't be too disturbed by how bottomless his stomach is…

Beel is a sweetheart through and through but his lack of knowledge about how the human world, or humans in general, work might come back to bite him. He may need a little 101 about human manners before going.

Truthfully, their family is in for a real treat! This giant may look intimidating, but he's as gentle as they come. The kind of guy who will carry their grandmother’s bags with a smile on his face just for the sake of being helpful. 10/10 Sweetie, mother will approve.

Ooooh little kids are going to love Beel. He'll let their siblings hang off of him like a jungle gym. Will also play games with them if they want him to. Doesn't matter to him, their family is his family too and he wants to see them all happy.

Man wants dogs. Preferably big ones that he can rough-house with but little dogs he can cuddle work too. Do remind him that he can't just rip a whole-ass branch off a tree to play fetch like you could with Cerberus.

Belphegor

Really? You want that? Lol, okay but no promises. This is pretty much the equivalent of sticking two unlabeled chemicals together in a beaker and leaning in to see what happens. Who knows, but now you're stuck in the middle of it.

He's not going to try especially hard to make a good impression or change himself in any way. If their family is into people who are kind of chill and sarcastic then he'll get along swimmingly. If they were expecting more of a Satan type, yeah. No. He's not holding open any doors.

Won't be taking the whole thing all that seriously to be honest, like, what are a bunch of humans going to do if they don’t like him? Tell MC? They're certainly not going to be able to make him leave. He's humoring them at best, even if he's nice, so why bother fussing about it?

Might be a disrespectful little troll at times like pretending to fall asleep or making casual jokes like "Oh no, ma'am. I'm not all that comfortable with that cross over there because I'm a demon. …. Got ya, didn’t I? That'd be silly." *shit-eating grin*

Would appreciate a quiet, slightly introverted family the most. He's going to start getting annoyed if people in the house are too loud and may speed the whole thing along as a result.

Kids are things he'd rather avoid than have to interact with, but if pressed he will humor the little ones too. Don't expect him to do a whole lot of moving, though. If they're happy to just show him things that he can semi-pay attention to, that works for him.

MC has a pet? Is it fluffy? Is it lazy? Bring'em here. Like Beel, he likes big dogs but would rather just bury his face in fluff than try to wrestle it. He may actually fall asleep with them if they lay still enough for it.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #shall we date #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #whoyoubringinghome?

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And what about a Stardew Valley AU? Pretty please with a cherry on top?

I’m on my phone in a waiting room so this will be very short--it also won’t be a 1:1 AU, I took some liberties!

Blade: the local hunter/woodsman who basically lives alone in the woods and barely interacts with anybody except to slink into town, give the butcher some dead animals and pelts, and then leave again for the season Trouble: the town blacksmith who forges weapons for the local adventurers and mercenaries who go to explore the mines/fight monsters. He dreams of coming up with some kind of invention (think the world’s first revolver or something) and becoming a gunsmith or adventurer in a bigger town/city. He probably also plays football in a strange anachronistic twist. Does this AU take place in the modern world like Stardew or a weird fantasy farm AU? Idk. But wait, does Stardew take place in the modern world?? There’s corporations and cars... but also slimes and wizards? I guess it’s its own thing. I’m going to pretend it doesn’t have guns.

Shery: the town veterinarian who looks after all of the valley’s animals, from the dogs and cats to the farm animals! She also lives above the town grocery store and helps Riel out when it gets busy. She helps organize the town’s flower festivals and other events!

Tallys: she’s an artist living on a cottage on the beach; you can sometimes see her collecting shells and making structures out of deadwood. She’s basically a hippie who wants to commune with nature, and is generally solitary until Shery recruits her to start using her expertise to help with the flower festivals!

Riel: he was once a promising executive in a large corporation, but his health suffered from the stress, so he now chooses to run a small grocery store in this idyllic town. He generally seems innocuous and nerdy--he wears glasses and does his account books with an abacus in his shirtsleeves--but when another corporation (or his old one) tries to muscle in, he starts using connections no one knew he had to defend the town...

Chase: a young man who got into so much trouble in the big city that he was forced to return to his hometown at the behest of his worried mother. He chafes under the boredom of small town life, but in a strange twist of events, somehow finds himself becoming the relied-upon town sheriff. He has an unorthodox way of doing things and an alarming willingness to kill anyone who threatens the town, but he keeps the valley safe from harm!

Red: the local wizard who lives up in his tower, performing experiments and researching the arcane. Many are unnerved to discover that he’s not an old man with a beard; he’s young, tall, and hot! Many farmhands feign illness in the hopes that he’ll drop by with a cure--he’s like the rural Howl!

Ayla: she is the valley’s premiere horsewoman, running a stable at the edge of town. Her horses win prizes for both their looks and their skills, and she’s willing to train anyone to ride if they’re willing to put up with her tough style of teaching. You can always catch her at sunset, watching the sun go down behind the mountains with a piece of straw in her mouth and her hat pulled down low over her eyes!

Halek: the owner of the local saloon who generally keeps to himself, but is always willing to listen with a smile and a dishrag on his shoulder. Everybody is surprised when his twin brother comes to fetch him and it’s revealed he’s some sort of royal in a neighboring country!

Briony: a girl who drifted into town and quickly made fast friends, but who refuses to reveal who she really is or where she came from. She rooms with Shery above Riel’s grocery store and earns money by serving as a cattle herd, riding one of Ayla’s horses and guarding the local cows as they’re transported from place to place or grazing, fending off wolves, slimes, and even bandits! She keeps saying she’ll have to move on someday, but is reluctant to go until her past finally catches up to her... (Secretly, she’s a magic-user too!)

Lavinet: a socialite who retreated to this remote town following a scandal. Then she buys the local ranch (the one that Ayla runs) and decides to convert it into a luxury resort to show people the beauty of Stardew Valley! She first harbors ambitions to return to the big city and return to her career in force, but eventually falls in love and learns to truly love her life in a small town!

Mimir: local cryptid and creature of the night. Rumor has it that you can see a pale woman walking the woods outside of town on nights of the full moon, and that if you see her, she will deliver a prophecy about your life... by day, she appears in a traveling caravan, selling sundry goods and dried herbs as an innocuous wanderer

Caine: just your typical neighborhood boy who dreams of becoming an adventurer and slaying monsters! Instead, he is a farmhand on his family’s successful farm, learning how to grow greenbeans and blueberries and running around town with his dog, Good Boy!

#Shepherds of Haven #Stardew Valley #Stardew Valley AU #AU #all characters #anon

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A Life For A Life - Chapter 5

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Prompt by @local-space-case: Prince Roman and his two loyal friends, Patton and Logan, are on the hunt for a dragon. Meanwhile, Dragonshifter!Janus is just trying to find the right herbs to cure a sick/injured Dragonshifter!Virgil. Bonus points for Anxciet and/or Protective Remus.

Word Count: 3053

Chapter Warnings: Minor violence/threats, Sexual Innuendo, Blood, Injury, Effects of Poisoning, Mentions of Death, Kidnapping (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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“Now, I can get behind a little self-flagellation but this is just pathetic.”

Roman blinked in shock as the sudden echo of an unfamiliar voice filled his ears.

His aim had held true as the arrow wavered through the stale, cave air and the dragon had stilled in just the right moment. He'd been prepared to let out a breath of relief. Yet, he found himself staring dumbfounded at the arrow that had stopped short of its target mere inches from the dragon’s face.

A shadowy silhouette gripped the arrows shaft, having apparently stopped it in midair. Chills crept down Roman’s spine as the figure turned toward him with a toothy, white grin.

“Come now. It's just rude to murder in someone else’s home.” The figure chuckled as he twirled the arrow in its unnaturally long fingers. “Unless, of course—You're the host.”

Roman flinched as the figure's hand twisted, sending his own are headed back for Roman’s chest.

“Roman, no!”

“Lo!”

Logan and Patton’s voices were muffled as a sudden wave of blue light shot illuminated the cave walls. A minor shockwave sent Roman stumbling back as the arrow headed for his chest shattered into a dozen pieces and clattered harmlessly to the ground.

“Oh, our pathetic prince has friends. Does he?”

The pallid figure traipsed toward him with a dangerous sway in his step. Dark circles accented the creature’s dangerous sneer, sending Roman stumbling back to clumsily land on the ground.

He would nearly have mistaken the figure for a man, if not for the black pulsing veins etched into his white skin. Its eyes were white and without pupils and long black feathers seemed to hang from behind his ears like talismans.

“Come now,” The beast purred.

His sudden movements sent a fresh wave of fear across Roman's body as he started to scramble away. The movement was cut short as a hand caught his ankle, pulling him back until he turned to stare up at unnerving creature.

“I love me a good meet and greet. Call your friends out, princey boy .”

Roman bit his lip. “Logan—”

“Don't make me drag them out by their toes.” The man cooed in a lilting tone that immediately shut down any thoughts of rebellion in Roman’s mind. “I'd hate to have to hurt them.”

Roman scowled at the creature’s smirk. “Logan, come out please.”

The man's eye glimmered as he wagged a patronizing finger at Roman. “Don't forget the cute one. I wouldn’t want to leave anyone out of the fun I’m about to have with you.”

“You bastard. Leave Patton out if th—"

The man cocked his head with a condescending smirk, flourishing his hand. Roman’s hands shot to his throat as the muscles suddenly constricted. He heaved in a breath, unable to speak as the man leaned forward, head resting in his hands as he watched Roman suffocate with a infuriating grin.

“Don’t hurt him, please.”

Logan’s calm voice resonated against the walls, approaching slowly as Roman craned his neck toward him.

“We're coming out like you asked.”

Roman felt his heart pound in his chest at the seriousness in Logan’s tone. He could see Logan’s arm tucked protectively around Patton, eyeing the scene with caution as they stepped into the faint light.

“Oh, goody-goody gumdrops.”

The man jumped to his feet as breath flooded Roman’s lungs. His hands reached to the ceiling as he took a step towards Logan.

“So glad you can join us.”

“Stay back.” Logan's hand glowed with a faint blue light as he growled a warning at the creature. “I will not ask twice.”

Tension seeped into their bodies as a brief moment of silence hung between them. The orange glow of the embers reflected in Logan’s eyes as the blue glow of his palms lit his face from below.

His ferocity sent a shiver across Roman’s skin as he stared at the man he loved. He knew Logan cared for few things more than he cared for Patton, but to see the fury in full force was a staggering sight even for Roman.

“Funny. You've got that nerdy look about you. I really thought you'd be the smart one.” The creature chuckled as pupils returned to his eyes, glittering green as his eyes narrowed in Logan. “Are you really prepared to face a god with that cocky attitude?”

“A god?”

Roman’s heart sunk as Logan’s confidence faltered. He could see Logan hesitate as the creature approached, leaning into his face with a snarky smile.

“You look like the type of nerd who'd know all about these things. Come on, don’t tell me you skipped studying the stories of these hills?” The man’s smirk grew unnaturally wide as he peered over Logan’s shoulder at Patton. “The gods buried themselves in the earth to give rise to the great creatures of the earth. Abandon all hope ye who enter here. Yada, yada, boring mumbo jumbo.”

“I'm aware of the stories.” Logan’s lips pursed slightly. “Forgive for my ignorance. Which story is it that you supposedly from?”

“A non-believer. Huh?” The man's lip curled into a dangerous smirk. “You’d best start believing in legends, Mr. Tense and Broody. You’re living one."

Roman watched as Logan pulled Patton closer to him, trying not to show how much Remus’ responses had unnerved him. “You didn't answer my question.”

The man smiled, almost as if he was impressed by Logan’s bravado, before giving a dramatic bow towards Logan. “Remus, God of all creatures of the Dilonn Forest, scaled and slimy alike. At your service.”

Logan’s expression fell as his eyes darted to the amber-scaled dragon whose stoic eyes were now watching their every movement.

“We didn’t mean to—”

“You didn’t mean to follow an injured beast as it fled from your grasp?”

Logan swallowed the lump in his throat as he clenched his jaw. “That's not—”

“All while carrying deadly weapons intended to kill said beast?”

“I—”

“Wait” Roman interrupted Logan's wavering protests, raising his hands in surrender as he leapt nimbly to his feet. “Logan never intended to do anyone harm. Only I intended to hunt the creature—"

“Oh, I'll get to you in a minute.” The man waved off Roman’s protests with a brusque gesture before turning to face to glowing amber eyes of the golden-scaled dragon. “But first, I’d like to hear from the one who spurned my creations most.”

Roman stared in shock as the dragon raised its head in apparent indignation at the man's remark.

“One bad day and you’re suddenly willing to throw away the gifts I’ve given you?”

A wave of heat rushed over Roman’s arms as the beast let out a huff, all but rolling its eyes as he curled tighter around the man in its nest.

“Bullshit. That punk would never want death for you. Even if he was gone, he'd roll over in his grave seeing the way you—Hey!”

The man jumped back as a ring of flames burst forth from the dragon’s nostrils. Heat singed the air of the cave until the beast turned his head to rest his jaw on the unconscious man in his grip, ignoring the supposed god addressing him.

“I'm not done with you—"

The man continued to chastise the fearsome beast as though it were no more than a naughty child, allowing Roman to catch his breath. For the first time, Roman was able to take a long glance at the dragon’s hostage.

He was young, at least a few years younger than Roman himself. His clothes were tattered and worn, barely held together by an amateur selection of purple and blue patchwork. Dark and disheveled hair covering shades of purple on his face. At first Roman worried they may be bruises, but leaning closer, Roman felt dread sink in his stomach as the recognition finally clicked in his mind.

Purple scales.

“You know what? Fine.”

Roman’s eyes shot up as the man who claimed to be a god stepped forward to the body of the injured man in the dragon’s grip. The beast’s golden eyes were devoid of hostility as the man approached. It seemed almost reluctant to move, clinging to the man in its nest like he was the most important thing in this creature’s life.

“You win.” The man who called himself Remus stepped forward, voice full of melancholy as he stared down at the limp body of the man with purple scales. “I hate to see a good life cut short like this."

The man's hand raised in a flourish and the air cracked like thunder as the unconscious man jolted upright with sudden breath. His eyes were wide as his head spun side to side taking in the scene surrounding him. Roman could see him suck in another breath, on the verge of hyperventilating when the dragon’s head curled back to him.

“Jan, what's going on—?”

Roman’s grip tightened on his bow. Despite all he'd seen, he still didn’t trust the wild beast not to turn on the kid on a whim. He prepared to lunge forward to protect the stranger, but the action was cut short as a raspy laughter filled the air. The man’s face broke out into a smile as he started to speak in a language Roman had never heard.

No fear showed in the man's eyes as he threw his arms around the beast's head. Though the beast's head alone was nearly half the size of him, the man didn’t hesitate to close his eyes and press his forehead to the beast's temple. To Roman’s surprise, the beast responded with a series of grunts that seemed to match the man’s foreign tongue.

“Are you speaking to it?”

The words stalled in his mouth as the man tensed with fear at his voice, looking almost like a feral cat as he bared his teeth at Roman.

“Him.”

Roman’s brow furrowed. From the way he'd been speaking, Roman had half expected the man not to understand the Common tongue, but the single word the man had uttered only served to confuse him more.

“What?”

“I'm speaking to him.”

The man’s snarl curled aggressively on his lips as his eyes narrowed on Roman's bow. He spoke in a heavy accent, spitting out the words with a distinct hiss.

“Relax,” Roman tucked the bow on his shoulder and held up his hands, taken aback by the man's haste to angry words. “I'm not here to hurt you.”

“The arrow you put through my gut says otherwise, wyrmkiller.”

The man moved as if to approach Roman but the beast's tail curled tighter around him as if holding him back.

“Let me go, Jan.”

A deep growl resonated in the dragon’s throat. The sound was soft and almost sad as the beast’s jaw came to rest in the man's lap.

The vitriol in the man's words dropped to a guilty whisper as he turned gaze to meet the beast's eyes. “I'm fine. I promise.”

Roman's jaw dropped open as the amber scales started to shift. A subtle shimmer trailed up the dragon’s thick skin, muscles changing with grace until what say before him was not a beast, but a man, holding the other in a gentle embrace.

Much like the man with the purple scale, this one's face glittered with a golden color, trailing up the man's face to slitted eyes. As the shift slowed, Roman could only stare in shock as tears fell from the eyes of the man with the golden scales and his arms curled tighter around the man in his arms.

Stifled sobs filled the air as Roman’s eyes dipped to the waist of the injured man, finally noting the dark stain and tear on the front of the man's clothing.

“The arrow—” Roman’s throat suddenly felt dry as realization sunk in his stomach. “I'm sorry. I didn't know you weren’t—"

“Keep your empty words.”

“But—"

The man in purple’s growl drowned out Roman's pleas, letting loose a string of foreign words that Roman could only guess were swears. “Don’t lie to me. You’re only sorry because now I look like you.”

“No!” Roman held up his hand. Hesitantly, he cast a guilty glance at the pair of men clutching each other as they stared up at him in abject fear. “I—Maybe, but I didn’t know you were intelligent—"

“You piece of sh—”

“Hey, I just put that body back together.” Remus chided as the man curled forward, voice stalling as he held his stomach. “Don’t go fucking up my blessing already.”

The man glared up Remus. He was angry, yet his rough movements reluctantly slowed as he reacted to the creature’s concern. His purple gaze dropped to the ground as he rose to his feet with his partner’s help. With a weary glance at Remus, he pulled his hand away from his abdomen, staring blankly at the speckles of blood on his hand.

“Fine. Can we leave?”

“Not yet, my fair-skinned fiend. You know how this works. I just pulled you back from the brink of death.” The shadows around Remus’ eyes grew dark with a sudden rush of power. “You’re not out of hot water yet, Virgil.”

Roman shivered as a growl resonated deep in the throat of the amber-scaled man, Janus. He crouched defensively as if intending to lunge at the smirking god, but to Roman’s surprise, Virgil raised a hand to stop him.

“What do you want, my lord?”

“Oh, so formal! You really know how to get a man all hot and bothered—”

Remus' reached towards Virgil in a flirtatious gesture that was cut short as Janus snapped his teeth at the forest god's hand, snarling like a wild animal.

“Careful, Jan. You don’t know where those fingers have been.”

“Would you like to find out?” Remus cooed, leaning into Janus’ face as the man snarled at him, letting loose a string of what Roman assumed were more foreign swears.

Roman flinched as Janus’ statement ended with a deep growl and his golden eyes darted up to Roman.

“Of course, I'm not letting the prince off the hook. He owes me a pretty piece for striking down one of my beautiful creatures.”

Remus chuckled as he raised a hand in the air, flourishing a hand toward Roman. The moment elicited a gasp from his lungs as Roman felt himself pulled forward against his will.

“In fact, our dear prince is going to be the one to set things right for you, lover boy.”

Roman gulped as he found himself face to face with the angry, slitted eyes of Janus as the dragonshifter loomed over him. A snarl curled on the man's lips, exposing a row of sharp teeth that sent a shiver across Roman’s skin.

“Personally, I'd love to get little more creative with your punishment,” Remus' lip curled into a dangerous smile. “but seeing as Virgie's living on borrowed time, I'm willing to cut you a break. You catch my drift?”

“What?”

“Well, seeing as the lot of you are prepared to slit each others throats, I'd like to propose a new game." Remus purred reaching an arm around Roman's neck. “Work together or pay the price. A life for a life—”

Roman’s heart sunk as Remus spun him around to face Logan. His eyes were wide, arm tucked around Patton as he stared helplessly at Roman.

The man's hand snapped behind Roman's ears and he blinked. In an instant, Patton vanished before his eyes and Logan spun on his heels, desperately looking for his brother.

“Pat—What did you do to my brother?”

Logan lunged at Remus, but the god sidestepped him with an unnerving amount of speed, chuckling as he smiled cruelly at Logan. Seeing the dangerous glimmer in the man's eyes, Roman lunged forward to catch Logan’s waist, stopping him before Remus could do anything worse.

“Lo, stop!”

“He has Patton—”

“I know.” Roman whispered, pulling Logan into his arms as he let out a pained gasp. “I know.”

“Do you really think I didn't figure out who made the poison who brought down Virgil?” Remus cocked his head with and indifferent look in his eyes. “As far as I'm concerned, you’re as guilty as our prince.

“Patton did nothing. If you hurt him—”

“Cutie's safe and he'll stay that way if you follow my instructions.”

A loud groan interrupted Remus' rambling. Roman’s head spun around just as Virgil’s knees gave out, collapsing in Janus' arm. His scales were dark against his pallid skin as his partner whispered to him.

“See, Virgie's not out of the woods yet and I can’t take him where he needs to go. ” Remus’ voice dropped, sincere as he approached the young dragonshifter. “If he doesn’t reach the silver spring in Doragon Valley in three days time, my magic will fail him and your poison will take his life.”

Roman blinked, feeling Logan still in his grip as Remus raised a hand to the dragonshifter’s cheek. His breathing was unsteady as he leaned his head back into his partner’s shoulder.

“But Doragon Valley is in the center of the city.” Roman breathed, chilled by the implication of Remus’ words. “The spring is sacred ground.”

“Exactly, I may be a god but my reach only extends to the edge of the forest.” Remus whispered, turning his hand from Virgil to extend it to Roman. “So, here’s the deal. Take Virgil where he needs to go and save the life you sought to steal or I keep the kid forever.”

Logan dropped his gaze, going limp in Roman’s grip. Roman could feel his partner’s nails dig into his arm, his chest heaving with grief over his missing brother.

“Roman, please—”

“Deal.” Roman interrupted Logan’s breathless plea. “Whatever it takes, we're bringing Patton home.”

“Thank you.” Logan whispered, taking a small breath and allowing his head to sink into Roman’s shoulder.

“Good.” Remus smiled, casting a glance at Virgil. “You'd best get moving then. You don’t have much time to spare.”

With a snap, Remus was gone. An uneasy silence followed as they stared at their reluctant new allies, lives of those they loved most hanging in the balance as they started their journey.

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A/N: Alright, that’s the end of my spree writing on this so there won’t be an update immediately after this one, but hopefully I’ll cycle back soon. I can’t wait to write these poor boys having to actually try to work together ~~

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Burned Beginnings, Chapter 7

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19. You’re Beautiful

Marinette probably should have gone back to her own room for the evening. Then maybe she wouldn’t have found herself in this situation.

But then again, she couldn’t find herself to fully regret her situation, either.

Adrien’s strong arms pulled her closer to his chest as he pressed a kiss on her neck, and she grabbed his shirt tighter as a whine escaped her. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Sure, sure; but she was also in trouble.

The evening had started out innocent enough. They once again had brought dinner back to the hotel so they could talk and be obnoxious without disrupting the other people at the restaurant. But dinner had turned into snuggling, which turned into kissing, which turned into Adrien having Marinette pinned to the bed while he lavished attention on her.

Geez, they were going home in two days, and she was going to be covered with hickies at this rate. She figured she was only okay with that if—

“Ah! Adrien,” she moaned as he kissed her pulse point. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” he challenged, his voice low, husky, and hot against her skin.

She groaned. How did this man go from “best friend” to “snogging her senseless” in the span of a day?

Better question: how did she become so okay with it?

He tapped one more open-mouth kiss to her neck before pulling away, propping himself up on his elbows to meet her gaze. “Too much?” he asked, voice laced with a hint of concern.

This is my chance.

She contorted herself so as to get just enough leverage to throw Adrien off her, rolling him over to the other side of the bed so now she was laying on top of him.

The shock on his face stoked the already hot fire in her. While this wasn’t much better a situation and she still found herself up to her neck in trouble, she did find this fun.

Actually, she might find herself in more trouble like this. She did always love having the upper hand on him.

“Fair’s fair,” she purred, voice low as she straddled him, giving her the best angle to lean forward to his neck.

Adrien’s chuckle was flirty and deep. It wasn’t fair that he was this sexy, dang it. And it was worse when he grabbed hold of her hips. She gasped at his contact before her lips could hit his neck.

“Oh?” he purred. “You gonna leave marks on me now? Is that how it is?”

She didn’t bother answering—her voice was gone, anyway—and let her kiss on his neck answer that for him.

He growled, his fingers digging deeper into her hips. “Yeah yeah, fair’s fair,” he said, voice strained. “But let me warn you, princess, at this rate, this is only gonna last a little while longer before I kick you out.”

Worried she might have crossed a line, Marinette pulled away a bit, her brows furrowed. What she hadn’t expected was Adrien hissing at the movement and grabbing her thighs to keep her from leaning back any further. She gasped at his sudden grip, face flooding with heat. “W-why?” she stuttered out.

Adrien’s smile almost looked strained. “Last thing I want to do is go way too far too fast, Princess. And you’re really testing me, at the moment.”

“Is that a bad thing?” she asked, beginning to back off.

“No, just something to keep in mind for when I hit the brakes on this thing.”

A wicked smile crossed her lips. “Noted.”

With that, she leaned forward to keep pressing kisses to his face and neck and collarbone, returning all the attention he’d given to her with a new mission in mind.

How fast could she make him kick her out?

20. Passionfruit

Adrien couldn’t help but be nervous. He was dating his bosses’ daughter.

He knew he and Marinette wouldn’t hide the fact they’d gotten together. But as they sipped on a couple of smoothies they’d gotten before they hit the airport, they were debating if they wanted to tell her parents the truth or lie a bit and wait until a week passed by to break it to Tom and Sabine so he and Marinette could play off like they’d spent the trip as just friends and nothing happened between them.

For example, like they hadn’t swapped hickies in his room two nights in a row.

Adrien had had to grab make-up to cover the ones Marinette left on him. She’d looked way too smug about it, too.

“Why you gotta cover them up?” she’d teased, watching as he expertly put on the concealer.

He’d just glared at her. “Because I want to live.”

“Aww, come on, be brave,” she’d joked, shooting him a wink.

“Do you not want to be with me? Because if I die, you’ll be alone, too.”

Marinette had just shrugged. “Meh, I’m cool with that.”

“Wait! Marinette! Marinette!”

She was lucky she was cute and could get away with those things. Problem was she knew she could get away with those things, which only caused a headache for him.

Why was he dating her again?

Eh, give it ten minutes, and he’d be reminded why.

“I think I just want to be honest with them.”

Adrien looked down at Marinette. “Huh?”

“My parents,” she answered. “I don’t want to lie to them about it. I don’t want to give them any reason to make them question their trust in me. So we’ll tell them the truth. Besides, they do like you a lot. I don’t think they’ll be disappointed or anything.”

Adrien nodded. “I agree. I don’t want to lie to them, either. They put a lot of trust in me to take you to New York and keep you safe and all. I don’t want to make them question their trust in me, either.”

Marinette smiled. “So, we have a plan, then?”

“When do we tell them?”

“They’re making us dinner for when we arrive back there. We’ll tell them, then.”

Adrien’s brow furrowed. “We’ll be getting back late, though. Is it okay for them to wait up for us?”

“They insisted,” Marinette said with a shrug. “And you know them: they wouldn’t hear otherwise.”

That was true. They would insist staying tup to check over their daughter when she arrived back at the very least.

“So, we’ll tell them over dinner,” Marinette said. “I’ll lead.”

Adrien nodded. “Okay, then it sounds like we have a plan.”

When Marinette grinned, his heart was put at ease. “Sounds like a plan.”

She was the one who leaned forward, but Adrien was more than happy to meet her more than halfway. She always tasted sweet, but today, she was doubly so. And he wasn’t sure if that was because of the passionfruit on her lips or just pure coincidence.

21. Kittens

Marinette was looking at the numerous cats and kittens that filled her sketchbook, but she just wasn’t liking any of them.

With a sigh, she pushed it aside and snuck up to her balcony to cool her head in the night air. It had been almost two months since she and Adrien had gone on their New York trip where they’d ended up confessing, and they’d been going strong ever since.

She had been so nervous to tell her parents, but much to her surprise, they didn’t seem very surprised at all. Instead, both her and Adrien had watched in shock as her papa slid money over to her maman.

“As owners of this bakery, we are not oblivious to its innerworkings,” her maman had said, beaming grin on her face as she took the money. “With you two as close as you were, it was only a matter of time before you two got together. I guessed it would happen during the trip, but Tom thought it would happen after. So I won.”

“Maman!”

While she had been feeling minorly mortified, Adrien had simply doubled over laughing, finding the whole thing hilarious.

Part of her could not believe her parents did that while the other part of her was relieved that her parents took it in stride and practically accepted Adrien as their own already.

Occasionally, she got to thinking about when Adrien would actually become part of the family. Yes, they’d only been dating for 2 months, but Marinette didn’t feel like it was impulsive to think that they worked together and would for a long time. She’d known him for almost a year now, and they’d somehow clicked quickly and had become very close friends before they’d started dating. She didn’t think it was a stretch to say she could see a future with him.

Actually, it was much harder to imagine a future without him and his teasing and his support and his nerdy love of anime and… and so many other things that now made up her daily life.

He matched her perfectly, being both her equal and perfect counter.

Perfect counter…

Inspiration struck her, filling her with a second wind as a night breeze rolled across Paris. But she barely noticed it as she slipped back down her hatch and headed back to her sketchbook.

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #adrienette #AdrinetteApril2021 #fluff #and a little steamy #two dorks in love

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petri808 · 3 years

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Oops!

Prompt idea: “You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good” modern setting AU

Wrote this cause I was trying to fall asleep 🙃 enjoy

“What the fuck?!” Katsuki was startled out of a deep sleep by a loud thud, so he jumped out of bed and raced to see what happened. But when he reached the living room, it was as silent as the grave. He turned on the light and checked his front door. Nothing amiss, closed and locked just as he’d left it.

Everything seemed in order, the only noise were general sounds, the refrigerator motor, crickets outside. Maybe it was just the cat, he scratched his head in annoyance as he trudged back towards his bedroom... but wait... what’s this? Katsuki almost missed the sleeping form laid out on his couch. There was no mistaking it, that someone, some strange guy with green hair was passed out on his couch!

“Who the fuck?!” He stomped over, ready to give this loser a piece of his mind! How dare he break into his house and make himself at home like that!

But as he stood beside the couch, staring down and taking in the man’s features, he couldn’t do it. The man looked so peaceful. Katsuki rolled his eyes, ‘bet he’s drunk, but how the fuck did he get in?’ And that’s when he noticed his spare key on the floor, right below the man’s hand which was hanging off the couch. ‘Tch.’ Guess hiding the key above the door frame wasn’t a great idea after all. The coffee table looked crooked too, probably the source of the noise when the man bumped into it. “Argh!” Regardless of how the man got in, he needed to go!

“Shoo!” Katsuki waved his hand at his cat who’d decided to turn the stranger into a comfortable bed. But the cat simply hissed and swiped a paw at him. “You little shit!” He tried again to grab the cat, but again it hissed and even tried to bite. “What the hell you little bastard!”

This cat usually hated people. It wasn’t even nice to him and now it’s protecting a stranger?! “You’re so lucky I put up with you!” Katsuki glared and hissed back at the animal. But the cat merely turned its nose to him knowing it had won this battle. Okay, so he does love his cat, but it was such a little brat! Which was why he liked it in the first place. It was a smart, independent little street urchin that wasn’t overly demanding for affection. Right up Katsuki’s alley in terms of pet qualities. “Fine! But he’s gotta go in the morning!” At those words as if to mock its owner further, the cat began to purr loudly in content.

Katsuki ran a hand down his face in annoyance. He needed to get back to sleep, but could he trust leaving this stranger sleeping alone on the couch? That’s when he noticed a wallet peeking out of a back pocket and decided to at least get a name in case he had to call the cops. Figures, a superhero wallet— how old is this guy to still use a kiddy wallet?! Izuku Midoriya. Age 27. Okay, so the same age as him. Address, not this building. So why did this Izuku guy end up picking his place to break into? Then he finds a business card with the man’s name on it. Toshinori & Associates, Junior partner. “Pfft, bullshit.” This nerdy looking guy is a lawyer?! Makes the breaking and entering even more amusing. Oh— corporate council, most likely business law, that makes more sense.

Katsuki tossed the wallet onto the coffee table. The slight noise caused the man to stir and turn to his side. It forced the cat to move, but as he watched, the fur ball merely adjusted and curled its body close to the man’s chest. Tch, it’s never slept by him like that. Why does his cat like this man so much?! It was truly baffling to Katsuki... well he was kind of cute. Maybe a cat lover? Don’t they say they can sense when people are animal lovers? Green hair, freckles, delicate features, the man’s hands had never seen manual labor before.

His face heated up as he wondered more about the stranger who wore no ring... okay! He’d wasted enough time on this and needed to get back to bed. He didn’t work the next day, but this was throwing off his sleep routine! “Watch him,” he growled at the cat then went back to bed.

The next morning, Izuku stretched his arms and body with a yawn, woken up by the smell of food cooking. Oh nice! His friend was making breakfast! He opened his eyes and instantly knew something was wrong. This was not Iida’s apartment! And there was cat sleeping on his chest!

“Final, fuckingly.”

Izuku hears a gruff voice coming from somewhere nearby. Oh, yeah, definitely not his friend’s voice! He cajoled the cat gently off his chest and sat up, eyes sweeping the room to figure out what was going on. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was using the spare key to get into his friends apartment the night before since his friend lived closer and he was too drunk to keep walking. It’s something he’d done before, but apparently something went seriously wrong this time! “S-Sorry...” he spoke up meekly. “Where am I?”

That’s when a blonde male came out of an adjoining room holding two plates on his hand. Izuku gulped at the sight of the larger shirtless male. “H-How did I get here?” Did this man kidnap him or something?!

“Tch! You tell me! I woke up to a noise to find your drunk ass on my couch!” Katsuki walked all the way over and set the two plates onto the coffee table. “I was gonna kick you out, but the fucking cat likes you. Wouldn’t let me move you.”

Izuku looked at the cat which was just sitting on his lap, then back to the blonde. “Oh... I’m so sorry! I must have mistaken your apartment for my friends. I-I’ll leave.” He tried to move the cat off but it refused and swat his hands away. “Kitty please I can’t stay, I—“

“See,” the blonde tisked. “It’s adopted you. I don’t know why cause it hates most people.”

“I’m so sorry for the trouble.”

Katsuki just handed Izuku a plate in response. “You should eat. Name’s Katsuki by the way.” He sat on the other end of the couch. “What apartment is your friend in?”

“Um, thank you,” Izuku accepted the plate nervously. “Iida lives in 304.”

“This is 204. You were off by a floor. Izuku right? I scoped out your wallet.”

“It’s illegal to go through my personal property.”

“So is breaking and entering.”

Izuku blushed. “Touché. I’m really sorry, it was an accident.”

“Uh-huh. You’re lucky I didn’t call the cops.”

“Please, let me make it up to you somehow. I could pay you for your troubles.”

“I don’t want your money.”

“At least to replace the cost of breakfast?”

“I rather enjoy cooking.”

“Some new cat toys maybe?”

“That lazy shit doesn’t play with toys.”

Frustrated, “Then what do you propose Mr. Katsuki? It would be rude of me not to repay you for your kindness.”

“Go out to dinner with me tonight?”

“W-What?!” Izuku sputtered, almost choking on a bite of food. “Are you asking me out on a date?! I don’t even know you.”

“No, I’m telling you to take me on a date.” Katsuki grinned. “Since the cat likes you and you’re kinda cute,” he shrugged, “why not?”

Izuku’s brain overloaded. Katsuki’s cute and all, but wasn’t this a bit crazy?! Though he guessed it was no crazier then meeting some random person in a bar.

“Get to know me better,” Katsuki cajoled further, “so the next time you break in accidentally it’s not illegal.”

That made Izuku snort a laugh. If this guy was serious... he glanced at the cat purring in his lap before smiling at the cute blonde. “Okay, it’s a date.”

#bakudeku #bkdk #bakudeku ficlet #bakudeku fan fic #bakudeku fan fiction #katsudeku #ktdk #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku

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aperrywilliams · 3 years

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Maxcer HC/Blurbs: Mike Davis

Another one for Maxcer HC/Blurbs/Mini-fics! I’m working on the requests that have been sent to me so far. This one is a little longer.

Request: “Blurb request: Max and Reid and they encounter one of her ex-boyfriends who is total opposite of Reid. Thx.”

Word Count: 1.5k.

Warnings: Spencer being insecure and with lack of confidence. Jealous Spencer.

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After what happened with Cat Adams, the name “Mike Davis” didn’t come up again between Max and Spencer. Until it did, three months after that. They were in Max’s apartment eating pizza and watching a movie when in a scene, the characters started to talk about their past relationships. Max didn't bring the topic before because she knew about Maeve: after his release from the hospital, Max took care of Spencer for a couple of days, and one of those nights, he had a nightmare naming Maeve. Then he told her what happened. To say Max was shocked after hearing the story was an understatement. But Spencer didn't know much about Max's past boyfriends, so he asked. Max thought for a moment before answer.

“I haven't had many serious relationships in my life, but I guess the most important was Mike,” she said. Spencer narrowed his eyes, searching the name in his brain.

“Mike Davis?”

“Yeah. Well, I guess that's why I remembered his name when that psycho asked,” Max acknowledged.

“And why you both...?” Spencer wanted to know what happened, but he didn't want to invade Max’s privacy.

“Oh. You know, it wasn't easy. We lived together for five months, and in the beginning, things were like a honeymoon. We were so in love. For me, he was everything I wanted in a man. A lot of confidence, good-looking, connected to the art’s scene, charming. I know, an old-fashioned stereotype. But, things didn’t work in the end,” Max shrugged.

Spencer saw Max talking about Mike with some kind of nostalgia, so he knew the man was someone important in her life despite things didn't work out between them.

The days and weeks went by. Spencer and Max were feeling head over heels for each other. They spent a lot of time together, and both were more than okay with that. Everything was working so well that was unusual for Spencer. He wasn't used to be happy for more than a couple of weeks in a row. And now he was feeling like a teenager - the teenager phase he couldn't experience back then.

One night, after came back from a case, Spencer invited Max to dinner in a restaurant. They were having a good time after no seeing each other in five days. At some point, Spencer excused himself to go to the bathroom. When he returned, he saw Max talking with a man sat by their table. Spencer noticed two things studying the guy: he was obviously good-looking, and he was wildly smiling at Max. He approached the table and cleared his throat. Max and the man turned to see him.

“Hey,” Max greeted, smiling. The man looked at Spencer, frowning. Spencer did the same, taking his seat beside Max.

“I’m sorry if I took too much time,” Spencer apologized.

“No worries, baby. Well, let me introduce you. Mike, this is Spencer Reid, my boyfriend. Spencer, this is Mike Davis... we - we dated for a while,” Max said, not so sure about if it was the appropriate way to say that.

“C’mon, Max. ‘A while’? We lived together,” Mike corrected, extending his hand to Spencer. “Mike Davis,” he repeated. Spencer felt a heat rising in his body and a twist in his guts.

“Dr. Spencer Reid,” he introduced himself, extending his hand as well and shaking Mike’s.

“A doctor, uh?” Mike remarked. “Since when are you keen for the academia, Max? I thought you hated that,” Mike interjected casually. “This girl is a free spirit deep inside. She always complained about my unorganized lifestyle, but I know she loved it,” Mike teased.

“Mike, please. I don't think you know what you are talking about,” Max complained.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was joking. Please ignore me, doctor Reid,” Mike faked an apology.

Spencer could tell that the guy was an asshole, but he couldn't deny why girls feel attracted to him. A young man, good-looking, green eyes, with a charming smile. Long blond-haired. Toned pectorals behind his tight shirt. Casual clothes, according to his age and stature. And exuding a fucking huge confidence. The opposite to him: tall, lanky, with disveleshed hair, body barely toned. He always dressing in vests that make him look like a nerdy professor—and better not talking about his lack of confidence and constant insecurity. Yes, Spencer has improved on that, but Mike Davis was years ahead of him.

“Okay guys. I better go now. I don’t want to interrupt your dinner anymore. Was good to see you Max. Nice to meet you doctor Reid,” Mike said goodbye and left the place.

Max looked to Spencer searching for a reaction or comment. She knew Spencer profiled Mike for sure, but Spencer didn’t say anything. They finished their dinner in awkward silence.

“Are you okay?” Max asked after they paid the bill. Spencer nodded.

“Yes. I am,” he said.

No, he wasn’t. In his head the image of Mike Davis disturbing him. He was so different from him. The most annoying sentiment for Spencer was that Mike seemed a better match for Max than him. That only meant that his days of happiness were soon to end.

They left the restaurant and walked to Max’s apartment. When they arrived, Max knew something was off with Reid.

“Do you want to come up?” she asked. Spencer, with his hands tucked in his pockets, shook his head.

“No. I think I better get going home.”

“Oh. Okay,” Max wanted to ask him what was bothering him. She was clever enough to have a clue: Mike Davis. But she didn't know why Spencer was acting like that. Nothing extraordinary happened besides Mike being an asshole.

“Bye,” Spencer kissed Max’s cheek and turned to go home. At that moment, Max decided that she would not stay like that without knowing what was happening.

“Doctor Reid. Stop right there if you want to see me again.” Spencer stopped in his tracks and turned to see Max. “Now, you're going to tell me what’s wrong, and don’t tell me that nothing is wrong because you would be lying. I know I’m not a profiler, but I can tell.” Spencer gulped and approached her. Max folded her arms over her chest. Spencer sighed.

“Okay. It’s silly, I know, but I couldn’t stop thinking about if ours is... could be, in the future... I know! We said taking things slow, but... Why are you interested in me? I’m not even close to Mike Davis! And he is ‘all you wanted in a man’” Spencer quoted her words of months prior. Max’s eyes softened. In front of her, a nervous Spencer. Her heart ached knowing how confused he was. Spencer started fidgeting with his hands. Max took one of them in hers, trying to soothe him.

“I know. I look pathetic,” Spencer scoffed.

“None of that. Hey, listen to me. Please, Spencer, look at me,” Max asked. “It’s true what I said before: Mike ‘was’ all I wanted in a man. But time taught me that I wasn't going anywhere with that. Yeah. He said I’m a free spirit. Would you call free spirit someone that has her weeks and months all scheduled in a planner?” Spencer chuckled. “And I’m comfortable with that. Yes, I have my artistic side, but that was never a scene for me as it is for Mike. And I’m happy with that.” She cupped his cheek with one of her palms. “And I’m happy with you. You’re different from Mike, and thanks to God you are!” Spencer looked at Max mesmerized.

“You’re telling me that for not hurt my feelings,” Spencer mumbled, trying to sabotage himself.

“Look at me in the eyes. I’m lying to you?” Spencer did so and didn’t see any sign of deception.

“I like you a lot, Spencer. And I’m so eager to know you better and to share more of me with you. I don't need a Mike Davis when I have the chance to know and be with Spencer Reid. You’re my present Spencer. And I want all of my present time with you. And if the future comes and you don’t get sick of me, why not share the future?” Max’s voice was soft and Spencer could have melted in the spot. But before that, he cupped Max’s cheeks and leaned to kiss her. A sweet and deep kiss that Max reciprocated instantly. When they parted, both were smiling.

“That’s an appropriate kiss, you know?” Max teased. Spencer chuckled.

“I know. Thank you,” Spencer mumbled in her lips.

“Why?”

“For being honest with me. For being you. For coming to my life,” he leaned and kissed her again.

“I would say the same. Now, doctor Reid, are you really leaving me alone tonight? After no seeing us for five days?” Max asked, frowning. Spencer cleared his throat.

“Of course not. When did I say that?” he faked ignorance. Max laughed.

“That’s what I thought. Come on genius; we have a lot to catch up.” Max said, winking at him and grabbing Spencer’s arm. They both walked inside the building, hand in hand.

Now, Mike Davis was definitely in the past for both of them.

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Permanent Reid’s Taglist: @dreatine @andiebeaword @calm-and-doctor @mind-of-a-girl @katelynnwrites

Maxcer’s Army: @dreatine @andiebeaword @ironwoman18

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #max brenner #maxcer #criminal minds #spencer reid fluff #dr. spencer reid #maxine brenner #spencer and max #spencer x max

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fakeloveaskblog · 3 years

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Patty have you ever asked Janus to join for dinner when you meet him? Maybe that can somehow help Logan with his flirting? Or at least get Janus more relaxed?

(btw you're adorable ily!!)

(*cracks knuckles* Oh yeah baby we’ve gotten to the angst. Words: 2364 )

Patty: ": D Oh hello lil magical bird who just talked to me! I love you too!! I didn't want to barge in too much into their relationship but now when my honeypie has asked him out once already I guess I can help just a bit!"

Patty had sunglasses on to look like a secret agent. This was an important step in her plan, she swore on it. She sneaked into the open library while chuckling to herself.

She glanced around and almost immediately caught her eye on Janus standing in the reception. She did a few sneaky walks between the bookshelves before sliding up to him.

"Hello Janister!" She greeted with a bright smile while putting her elbows on the reception to lean closer.

"Hiya PatPat. Logan is off helping a customer but he'll be back soon"

"Oh silly I'm not looking for him right now. I am actually here to ask if you could come over to our place tonight. You see I'm planning on making Jambalaya but I always make too much! I'm talking leftovers up to the roof!! But if a third person was there maybe I would be able to make a perfect amount" She lied. She was making jambalaya for Janus purposes alone!

Janus' heartrate shot through the atmosphere "To- me?- your place?- tonight?- I uh- I don't know if I have time-"

She pouted and did her puppy eyes "You sure? You don't have to if you don't want to!! But it would be nice!"

He let out a happy sigh "Sure"

She took his hand and let out a sqeaul "aaah Great! It'll be so fun!!"

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Logan was leaning down so Patty could help him with his bowtie. "Are you completely sure I look adequate?" He asked.

"Oh honeybee, You look super duper ultra adequate. You're literally wearing a sweater with a math pun on it!!"

"Hmm sound argument. I can not deny the sexiness of math puns"

A knock came on the door. The couple stared at each other. Logan stimmed out of nervousness. Patty gave him a quick kiss before pointing between him and the door. They did a good luck high five.

Logan combed his hair back and leaned on the wall to look cool as he opened the door. Janus stood on the other side looking like a sardine that had just been pressed into a can.

He had on a purple vest with embroidered flowers details and with a long sleeved black button up under. Also a very funky pair of stripped pants with even funkier yellow snake socks under.

"Greetings Jan. You are looking" Like a dream. Like someone he wanted to kiss right this moment. "Very good"

"Aww are you trying to be a snake charmer Log-boy" Janus replied with a smirk.

"I am not a log or a boy. I'm an adult man made out of meat"

"You better be because I'm starving" He had downed 2 shots of vodka before coming to try to and cool his extreme anxiety. He was a lightweight.

Logan lead him into the living room "Are....Are you implying cannibalism?"

Janus shrugged while smiling.

The apartement truly did look like a mismatch of the couple's personalities. The walls were filled with maps of constellations and uplifting cat posters. On the bookshelfs cook books and travel books were stacked next to thick philosophy books and essays. The decorations were either cute porcelain animals, magical anime girl figurines or figurines of characters from Lo's different hyperfixations. The sofa was filled with fluffy blankets and pillows and stuffies were scattered around the light blue carpet filling the living room.

“Do you want to watch star trek while eating?” Logan asked with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“As long as I get to watch your beautiful face as well” Janus flirted back while doing an unsteady fingergun.

“Oh- Of course” His crush’s sudden forwardness was making his heart flutter.

Janus curled up in the corner of the couch, making himself as small as possible. Logan sat down pretty far away from him.

He started the first episode. Janus had a constant smile on his face as he listened to Logan go between telling him facts and gushing over his favorite moments. All while he could hear Patty in the kitchen half singing along to dad rock.

“Does she want help with that?” Janus, known gentleman and also nervous wreck, asked.

“She’ll tell us if she need it. She likes cooking. I like baking. It usually works out”

Janus got an amused look on his face “You’re into baking? So all those times at work when you brought desserts, that was your making?”

“Yes. And they were delicious. Anything wrong with that?”

“No. No. I simply didn’t take you for the type”

“Well cooking involves creativity and there’s room for your own ideas. Baking doesn’t. It is only about following a structure and doing kitchen chemistry. Of course I love it” He lowered his voice “It is also tremendously good for when you need to flirt without words”

“Oh really? I better start looking up recipes then” He pulled in Logan's bowtie “You have any favorites?”

In his head he had the guts to say ‘Your lips against mine would be my favorite’ in reality he said “HehuHFKdjf jam drops in the shape of heart. The heart part is important. It adds to the taste”

“It usually does”

Janus slowly looked him up and down. And then he realized what the fuck he was doing. He shot back into his corner of the sofa like a naked rat. Logan sat still with blushing cheeks, staring at the tv but not taking in anything that was happening except his racing heart.

“Done!” Patty exclaimed, coming in with a big ass fucking pot of jambalaya and a just as big bottle of wine.

She saw the nervous state both of the guys were in and quickly made up a plan. She slammed the pot down onto the coffee table and moved the blankets so they took up about half of the couch. Then she sat down using up as much space as possible leaving the guys no choice but to move closer to each other, If both of them sat their hands down they would touch.

Patty cuddled up to her husband with a proud smile on her face. Logan moved his arm around her.

“It looks great sweetheart” He pressed a kiss to her cheek making her giggle.

“So do you!! And so does mr. star trek captain man!”

She enjoyed the hell out of her jambalaya while the two idiots sent each other awkward smiles. Janus downed his glass of wine in record speed. (He took it slower with the food, he didn’t want to seem disgusting).

The whole star trek episode went by. Logan asked Janus a thousand excited questions about how much he liked it. All of his answers made the nerd happy stim. They put on a documentary none of them were really interested in the background while continuing to chat. Patty went on a long epic story about how a kid at her daycare had tried to bite her finger off last week.

“Soooo” Patty sudenly changed the topic. She said it with an innocent tone “My nerdy lil honeypie over here had the biggest crush on Data for a while. It was adorable. ANd while we’re on the topic” The look she gave Janus was happy but it still sent shivers down his spine “You having any crushes lately? Just curious!”

Both of the men internally gasped at the audacity. The gall! The sheer power!! Janus was sweating like a naked rat who had just been clad for the first time.

“...Well.......I have actually been meaning to....Ask about the polyamourous thing?”

The couple exhanged knowing glances before looking back at him “Mhm yeah Mhm” “I am poly and also a thing so I am an expert in this”

“So...I totally haven’t fallen in love with 3 people. 2 of which I met in the span of around a week”

Patton did a double thumbs up. Logan took a long sip from his wine. “We’re all gossipy bitches here. Tell all about it”

“Well. The first one is Remy-”

“The one with the sunglasses?”

“...Yes...Are....Don’t tell me they’re a serial killer”

Patty broke up into a chuckle “Logie-bogie tried to kiss them while he was drunk once”

“I threw up on their shoes”

“He threw up on their shoes!”

Logan saw the terror in Janus’ face as he worried that maybe 2 of his crushes were exes and quickly added “We are only acquaintance and I was momentarily struck by the impressive lenght of their legs”

Janus went on to gush about Remy and Remus. Why he loved them. All the dates he had daydreamed about. And then finally his voice was shaking when he mentioned just having a third crush.

Patty let out a long yawn before he could say anything more. She stood up “Well looks like it’s time to snooze! I assume 2 big burly ultra masculine men like you two can handle the dishes”

“It will be a challenge but we shall do our best. Goodnight honey” Logan kissed her.

She leaned in and whispered “Good luck Logie-bear! You got this”

She giggled mischievously while going off into the bedroom. She closed the door behind her. Only the two lovebirds were left now.

“So the third crush? Who’s the lucky gentleman?” Logan asked.

Janus held onto his newly refilled wine glass so hard it nearly cracked. He forced a smile “Wouldn’t you want to hear about the fake couples counseling I go to together with Remus instead?”

“Fake what now?”

“Well me and Remus, who I am hopelessly in love with even though he clearly doesn’t feel the same way, started going to a therapist pretending we were a couple to see how long it would take before he realized we didn’t know each other. He hasn’t realized anything yet. It’s great!”

It looked like Logan’s eyes was about to bulge out of his skull “That sounds illegal. It should be. You are dragging shame onto the face of psychology you double dumbass!”

“I have done nothing wrong ever in my entire life and frankly I deserve to waste even more therapist’s time” Janus replied.

He let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose “Which therapist is it that you’re harassing exactly?”

“Dr. Picani”

Logan’s eyes widened and he shut his lips tightly “Emile Picani?”

“Yes.....Please don’t tell me he’s a serial killer”

He slowly looked away while taking a sip from his wine “I have had intercourse with that man”

Janus choked on his drink. He coughed while staring at his friend with wild eyes “YOU FUCKED MY THERAPIST????”

“No.......He fucked me” Logan replied in a quiet tone. “Besides he’s not even your real therapist”

“He is still a sort of therapist man to me! I told him I enjoy Lana Del Rey. That was a very intimate moment for me!”

“Well I had a very intimate moment with him too”

Janus looked at him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. He let out a chuckle which turned into a laugh which turned into Logan not being able to not laugh along which turned into the room filling with nothing but flustered happiness and laughter.

Logan grabbed onto his crush’ arm just to have some contact with him while his eyes teared up from laughter. Janus leaned his head against his shoulder and curled up close to him while giggling so much his stomach hurt.

“Oh we’re idiots” Janus sighed.

“We are. We truly are”

They stayed sitting like that. So so close. Logan’s arm around him. Janus breathing being felt against the other man’s skin. Their hands touching. Only comfortable silence surrounded them.

A few minutes went by. Janus looked at him shuly. His thoughts worrying about everything and anything “Should we- ehm- the dishes?”

The moment broke. Logan moved away before standing up “I uh yeah- we should”

It was strange. Just dishing together with his crush made Logan happy. All he could think about was getting to be this close, this domestic, with him every day. Getting to wake up next to him. Kiss his knuckles. Share a morning with him.

“Who was the third crush by the way?” Logan asked, glancing over at his crush.

Janus stared down into the water “I- I can’t say it”

“Understandable”

He stopped and turned fully to look at Janus. He had never been more unsure of where to put his hands before.

“Well I can...Say it I mean....I....I...Janus.....You make me happy just by being near me...You are so wonderful...I....I love you”

Logan couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He took a step forward and cupped Janus’ cheeks. He leaned forward, so close, so close that their noses and foreheads were pressed against each other. It felt like had been starving for this.

Janus froze. His wide eyes stared in shock at the other man. His hand moved up to his chest on instinct, to try and push him away.

Logan noticed his reaction. Of course he did. It was blindingly obvious. He forced himself to move away. He forced the desire to kiss him to simmer out.

“I-I’m sorry-” He mumbled out.

“No....Lo..” Janus took his hand. Holding it so so lightly in his own “I know” He looked up at him “I know. I’m sorry. I should go”

A horrible feeling of guilt filled Logan’s throat “You don’t have to”

“I should go” He repeated, letting go of his hand.

Logan walked after him as he went to get his jacket “A date. Do you want to go on a date? Not just a hangout. Janus I- I want so badly to be close to you. We could go to the zoo, look at the snakes?”

Janus held his hand on the handle of the door. He didn’t look at Logan “Thanks for having me over”

He left. Logan stood alone in the hallway. His arms hanging helplessly at his sides.

#(:#loceit #mini fic #logicality #logan sanders #janus sanders #sanders sides #patton sanders

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