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nickfowlerrr · 7 months

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everybody talks

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut, fluff, a bit of angst. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. nipple play. if i’m missing something that needs to be tagged, pls lmk!

words: almost 7.7k

notes: happy halloween 👻 so i had an idea for reclusive neighbor!bucky meeting reader when she stops by his house with a group of kids for trick or treating, and this is very much not that but i think it still works lol. also, i wrote this in a day? i don’t think i’ve ever written more than like 4k in a day before so, yay me!

i wanted to participate in @witchywithwhiskey’s horror movie hoe-a-thon but i decided so last minute and then thought the deadline was the 31st, but i absolutely read the guidelines wrong bc it was actually yesterday and i missed it lol. i’m linking her event still though bc i did use a quote prompt! 🖤

The loud shaking of the wobbly cart you grabbed in your hurry precedes you as you make your way through the ridiculously crowded grocery store. Normally you would have been mortified - probably would have left the cart and ventured off to grab what you needed sans basket - but you don’t have the time to be concerned about the looks you’re getting as you walk fast down the aisles.

When your sister asked you for help organizing a family halloween party, you didn’t realize she meant an actual little community family friendly party for the street she lived on.

You had gotten two frozen pizzas, a bag of candy, a case of soda, and some random bags of chips you were sure your nieces would love, just last night. That would have certainly been enough for you, your nieces, and both your sisters, but unfortunately, that wasn’t where the guest list ended.

The look on her face when you showed up to her house with just those few things would have been funny if she wasn’t already on the brink of a breakdown.

Her husband was out of town for work and she was doing all the halloween prep for Sid herself, thus why she enlisted your help with the party and your younger sister’s help for the trick or treating plans.

Before she could snap and completely lose her cool on you, you were already rushing to the front door, keys still in hand, promising you’d be back within the hour and she had nothing to worry about.

That’s how you found yourself among the crowd of the woefully unprepared this afternoon.

You loaded the cart with six more frozen pizzas, three family servings of the deli’s hot and ready fried chicken, two packs of halloween cupcakes, two more cases of soda, an extra case of water, and three boxes of capri suns before you started filling the cart with the halloween party snacks you found in the holiday section.

You were getting a workout as you pushed the basket, less shaky now thanks to the added weight, heading to the candy section to grab a few bags of whatever they had left.

You were distracted by the end cap display as you turned down the aisle and didn’t see the man standing right in front of you, accidentally running into him. Though, running into him sounds like an exaggeration. With how heavy your basket was, and how sturdy the man before you was, it was more like a bump - a love tap. He didn’t even really react to it aside from looking over briefly to you and your basket.

Even still, you apologized profusely, rambling an apology about not looking where you were going before you finally got an actual look at your victim.

Your words stopped almost abruptly when your eyes met with crystal blues. His stare was icy, but not cold, moreso piercing.

He blinked and broke your trance, offering you a shy smile before he looked away.

“It’s okay, you’re fine,” he said, eyes fixed back on the shelves of candy.

He was dressed in dark denim jeans and a black crewneck sweatshirt, his hair was dark and down to just above his broad shoulders, and the stubble that lined his strong jaw suited him well. You didn’t realize you were staring again until he looked back up at you.

You forced yourself to smile then, ignoring the heat you could feel creeping up your neck and rising to your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you offered with a nervous laugh before you forced the cart behind where he stood to go onward.

You could have sworn you saw a blush rising to his cheeks as he smiled to himself, avoiding your gaze, but you weren’t entirely sure.

And you definitely didn’t have the time to ponder on it.

Instead, you began your own search of the shelves to find not only your nieces’ favorites, but your sisters’, too.

They were both working hard to make their kids’ halloween a good one, they deserved a little treat themselves when all the work was done. You, on the other hand, still single and child free, were planning on treating yourself all night. You were there to help, sure, but most of the work wouldn’t be done by you. You were looking forward to seeing them off to trick or treat and plopping down on your sister’s couch to watch movies for the rest of the night - handing out candy, of course, should any kids come by.

Once the party was set up and over, you’d be free for the night and you couldn’t wait.

You were lucky to find most of what you were looking for, but couldn’t seem to find the last kind of chocolates you wanted to get.

As your eyes scoured the shelves, you found yourself looking back over to where the handsome stranger still stood. His brows were furrowed as he held up two boxes of full size candy bars, seeming to be debating between the two.

The look of concentration on his face was endearing, you could almost chuckle at how serious in thought he seemed to be over candy.

You smiled to yourself, returning to your search. As your eyes left the man, traveling instead to the rows of candy in front of him, that was when you saw the bag you needed. In the section right where he was standing, because of course they’d be there.

He huffed in exasperation before you watched him drop both boxes of candy into his cart. He turned to head down the aisle in your direction and his eyes widened slightly when he saw you still standing there.

“Oh, sorry, I’m in your way, aren’t I.”

“No, you’re fine!” You assured him as you left your basket, walking closer to him. “I just needed to grab this,” you said, looking up with the bag in hand. He hadn’t moved from where he stood as you approached, so you were inadvertently in his personal space - but he didn’t make any attempt to move from you. In fact, he looked almost frozen.

His bright eyes were on you, one hand on his cart, the other clenched by his side. He seemed to go a bit ridge at your proximity, like he didn’t want to make any sudden movements, but he relaxed after a second after seeing your soft smile, blinking at you as his cheeks burned.

You quickly backed away, hoping to not make him more uncomfortable and to not embarrass yourself further.

You grabbed onto your cart and looked his way once more, meeting his eye again as his sights were already on you.

You smiled shyly, “Sorry, again, for hitting you,” you offered, “happy halloween.”

He didn’t respond verbally, but he did give you a small nod of acknowledgement.

Your smile grew tighter before you turned and made for the check out, sighing as you rolled your eyes at yourself, mentally chastising yourself for being such an awkward inducing mess.

The lines were long and as you waited, you had to field a call from your sister, promising her you were checking out and would be back at her house soon.

You finally got through the line and were on your way out the sliding door when your cart almost crashed into another. You gasped as you pulled at your cart to stop, the heavy weight carrying it forward, its momentum causing it to almost ram right into the cart beside it.

The doors were only big enough for one cart to go through at a time, so you looked up to offer whoever it was you almost crashed into the lead.

It was your turn for your eyes to widen as you once again were met with those piercing blues.

“I am so sorry, I’m not doing this on purpose, I swear,” you laughed nervously, backing up a bit so he’d have room to go through the doors. “Go for it,” you said.

He shook his head, “Please,” he gestured for you to go in front, “ladies first.”

Had you not been in a hurry, you would’ve argued that he should go ahead, but seeing as your phone was lighting up with messages from your erratic sister, you smiled and pushed on forward. “Thank you,” you breathed.

You were trying not to pay attention as he followed behind you, but when you got to your car, halting your basket at your trunk, you couldn’t help but notice as he stopped next to you.

You looked over at him, and he looked over at you. He smiled this time, popping his trunk, “What are the odds?”

You tittered, not knowing how to respond. You couldn’t help your smile though as you turned back to your trunk and started putting the bags in.

He himself didn’t have much in the way of bags, and was finished putting his stuff away and taking his cart back by the time you were halfway done putting your stuff in your car.

You saw as he approached his door from your peripheral, and looked up and over in his direction as he abruptly stopped just before he was about to pull open his door.

For a second, he looked like he was about to turn around but then thought better of it, reaching for the door handle again before pulling away once more.

He squeezed his car keys in his hand before he turned back around, completely this time. You blinked at him, in a bit of a stupor as he came up to you. You waited for him to speak as he opened his mouth before quickly shutting it, taking a breath, then anxiously licking his lips.

“I’m Bucky,” he introduced himself a bit stiffly before his lip quirked up in a nervous half smile. Your brows raised of their own volition before you gave him your name in turn.

He seemed to be relieved by your reply, as if he was worried you would have ignored him, before he took another step closer to your car. “Can I give you a hand?”

“Oh, uhm, sure. That’d be great, thanks.”

“Big plans for the night?” he asked as he slid the packs of soda and the water into the car.

“My sister is hosting a little halloween party for the families on her street before they head out trick or treating tonight, I’m helping her out with setup and food. But after that,” you sighed, putting a few more bags in, “I’m planning on just watching movies between trick or treaters. Nothing crazy. You?” you asked, looking over to him.

“I’m planning pretty much the same. I don’t know how many trick or treaters to expect, I’m new to the neighborhood and… maybe haven’t been the friendliest neighbor,” he cringed to himself as he grabbed the boxes of juice. “But I got the full size candy bars, so…”

“Sprung for the full size, huh? I’m sure those kids’ll love it. You’ll be the talk of the block,” you joked.

His chuckle had you smiling so hard you had to bite your lip to keep from looking like an idiot.

Bucky took the last of the bags from you and set them carefully down before he closed the trunk for you. You were hanging onto the cart, waiting to say bye before you walked it to its home, as he turned, shoving his hands in his pockets before he spoke. He had that anxious look on his face again, his eyes down at the ground while he licked his lips mindlessly before he met your eye.

“I, uhm,” he seemed to register where his hands were then and took them out of his pockets, “I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but, did you maybe, want to exchange numbers?” he asked, bright blue eyes bearing into yours.

Your lips parted unbidden, eyebrows raising in surprise, or more like shock, as your eyes widened.

“You- you want my number?” you asked stupidly. You didn’t give him a chance to answer though before you continued, “Uhm, yeah,” you nodded, “sure.”

The delicate smile on your lips grew as you reached for your phone.

You exchanged numbers and said your goodbyes before you were finally headed back to your sister’s place.

You were smiling like a fool as you drove, a sense of giddy taking over you. This kind of stuff never happened to you. You were still in a bit of disbelief as you pulled into your sister’s driveway, calling her to help you unload but deciding against telling her about your little grocery store meet cute. At least until the party was underway and her stress levels came down.

—

Grumpy.

That’s the word you would use to describe your current state.

This was not how tonight was supposed to go. You should be lounging on a couch watching scary movies with a bowl full of candy right now, not clopping down the street in your wedges - a last minute costume thrown together as your niece held your hand and pulled you along with her while your sisters and baby niece strolled behind.

Sidney had thrown a fit when she learned you wouldn’t be coming along for trick or treating and only calmed down when you finally relented and agreed. But of course, you couldn’t just go out in what you were already wearing, no, that would be too easy. You absolutely needed a costume.

At your sisters’ and niece’s goading, you were forced to put something together.

You were already in all black, so you snagged the leftover cat ear headband your sister had and made your already done eye look a little more exaggerated. You all left soon after, your niece’s jubilance as she skipped out of the house easing your annoyance at the change of plans. As you started down the driveway, you were cursing yourself for not having brought your sneakers, and your sisters for both having smaller feet than you.

You walked up to house after house with your niece, taking turns switching who was going up to the door every two or three houses. In between houses, you finally told your sisters about the guy you met at the store earlier, how attractive he was, how he helped you load your car, and how he asked for your number before you went your separate ways.

It was nice to be able to talk with them about it, it had been a long time since it had been just the three of you together - no obnoxious boyfriends or overly talkative husbands to interrupt your conversations. You had to say, you were starting to feel a bit more grateful for your niece’s insistence on you joining them.

As you talked to your little sister while she held her daughter, you both watched as your niece tugged on her mom’s hand, refusing to go up the pathway of the house you were now at. As you looked around, you realized everyone else seemed to be avoiding the house, too. You weren’t sure why, though. The porch light was on and there was a cute, though solitary, ghost decoration that would greet you as you walked up the path to the house.

“What is up with that?” you asked aloud.

As your older sister walked back over, she answered your question. “She doesn’t wanna go, she says it’s haunted.”

You fixed your niece with a look, “What do you mean haunted? Who told you that?”

“Evan and Fifi. They said the metal man lives here and he kills anyone who tries to come in.”

“The metal man, huh? Well,” you said, making a point of looking all around the front of the house, “it looks to me like whoever lives here is ready to pass out candy to anyone brave enough to knock. The lights are on, and did you see the ghost up front? They’re probably just as excited about Halloween as you are.”

“No.” she responded flatly.

“No?” you scoffed. “Ohhh, okay,” you exaggerated, “I get it, you’re too scared to go. That’s all you had to say, Sid, no shame.”

“I’m not scared,” she argued, her face scrunched in annoyance at your insult.

“Really? If you’re not scared then why won’t you go knock on the door?”

She floundered for a second before she narrowed her gaze at you. You wanted to laugh at the low growl that radiated from her but held it together.

“We’ll all go,” she finally decided, looking all three of you in the eyes to make sure you were all ready to accompany her.

—

It had been two hours since the trick or treaters had started their nights.

Bucky could hear the laughter and screams of playful fright as family after family and group after group of friends passed by his house.

The bowl of king size candy bars sat on his coffee table untouched as It played on his screen.

Every now and again he’d get up and look out the kitchen window, hoping to see a dead street to make himself feel better about the lack of trick or treaters, but only found the streets full of people.

The more time that passed without a single knock or ringing of his bell, the worse he felt.

He could lie and say he didn’t know why he was taking this so hard, he wasn’t one to complain about his solitude, but truthfully, he knew why.

He had heard the neighbor kids talking about him the other week, telling tales of horror about the metal man who lived next door. If seeing his arm was all it took to spur their tales and ignite their fear of him, God, he didn’t even want to know what would come if they found out even a little bit of his past.

And if it wasn’t the kids starting their own urban legend at his expense, it was the adults who would gossip about him at their backyard barbecues. The mysterious man who lived alone and kept to himself was an easy target for lowly neighborhood gossip, and the few people who had pieced together who he was seemed to be tight lipped about it. Anytime they saw him in public, their eyes would bug and they would quickly avert their gaze, like they were scared what would happen if he knew they knew. It’s not like his identity was a secret, but he wasn’t planning on striking up a conversation with them to let them know that. Especially not when they looked at him like that. Like he was some kind of monster.

Even still, he didn’t want to be the social pariah on the block. He hated to think that anyone was scared or weary of him, though he knew most of them were.

He sighed heavily as he checked the time once again.

So much for that ghost helping to dispel his bad reputation. He’d be requesting the money he spent on it from Sam later, it was his idea for him to get halloween decorations in the first place. He should have known it wouldn’t have helped.

As his phone unlocked with his FaceID, he was tempted to send a message to the woman he’d met earlier in the day. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he hadn’t felt so disarmed by someone in a very long time. And the fact that she was gorgeous, and didn’t seem the least bit frightened by him, was a nice feeling, too.

But she was probably watching movies and relaxing by now, he didn’t want to be a disturbance. Tomorrow, though. He’d definitely be messaging her tomorrow.

Another sigh left him as he locked his phone again, tossing it on the coffee table before making his decision.

Bucky paused the movie before he stood, bowl in hand, prepared to take it to the kitchen and shut his porch light off on his way upstairs. It was only gonna get later and he had to accept that no one was going to trick or treat at his house this year.

But just as he was setting the bowl down on the table, he froze.

Was someone actually coming up the porch?

He swore he was just hearing things…but then came a knock.

—

“You can’t just stand there, Sid, you have to knock or ring the bell, pick one.”

“No.”

“Ugh,” you exaggerated with an eye roll, turning to look at your older sister, “you live with this everyday?”

“Everyday,” she replied.

“Sid, if you don’t knock, you don’t get candy,” you told her.

“If I don’t knock, I don’t get murdered.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll do it myself,” you shrugged, adjusting the cat ears on your head.

You raised your arm to knock on the door, but Sid stopped you, pulling it back down.

“I don’t want you to get murdered, either!”

“Sidney,” you laughed, kneeling to get on her level, “I promise you, no one is going to get murdered. This house isn’t haunted and a murderer doesn’t live here.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” your little sister chimed in, earning a glare from you before you couldn’t help your laugh, shaking your head before turning back to your niece.

“I just met Evan and Fifi at the party, and I know for a fact they were just trying to scare all of you guys. I doubt they’ve ever met whoever it is that lives here. Now, do you trust me?”

Her reluctant nod was your answer.

“Okay. Then I’m gonna knock on the door, and we’re gonna get some candy. Cool?”

“Cool.”

“Cool,” you nodded with a smile before standing back up.

Sid inched back to stand in front of her mom, pulling her arm to hide herself behind as you once again went to knock on the door, this time following through.

You knocked and heard footsteps from within, smiling as you waited for the homeowner to open the door.

Once it opened, though, you found yourself completely taken aback.

Your breath caught in your throat as a newly familiar pair of brilliant blue eyes met yours.

Bucky stood at the open door, bowl of full size candy bars in hand. He looked just as surprised to see you there as you were him.

He tilted his head at you, a lopsided grin spreading on his face.

“Trick or treat!” Sidney yelled, seeing the big bars and coming to stand in front of you.

Bucky looked down, smiling as he showed her the bowl, “Happy Halloween,” he said, allowing her to pick which one she wanted.

“I know how this looks, but I swear I’m not stalking you,” you promised.

“I don’t know, it seems like a lotta coincidences for just one day,” he smirked, cooly leaning against his door frame. “Nice costume,” he complimented.

“Ha, thanks,” you smiled, touching the cat ears once again. “Nice ghost,” you nodded toward the lonely decoration, “Really livens up the place,” you teased.

“That was the intention,” he laughed, a little too glumly for your liking. “You guys are actually the first trick or treaters I’ve had all night, so I guess it didn’t really do its job.”

“Sorry, you guys know each other?” your sister asked.

“Yeah, uh,” you turned briefly, “this is Bucky,” you said.

“Bucky from the grocery store, Bucky?” your little sister asked.

You gave her a look you hoped Bucky didn’t see before answering, “Yes. That Bucky.”

Your sisters introduced themselves to him and as he switched the candy bowl from his right hand to his left, extending his palm to shake their hands, you noticed a glimmer coming from his left side.

You moved over a bit to allow them room to shake hands and as you looked closer, you realized that, peculiarly enough, his left hand wasn’t made of flesh.

You scoffed a laugh to yourself at his “metal man” moniker. That made some sense now… In fact, a few things were clicking into place. Bucky, you thought…Bucky Barnes? The Bucky Barnes. You wondered how you hadn’t noticed earlier, not that it mattered, but you were staring, like kind of a lot, at him when you met at the store, and even when he was helping load your groceries. You really must have been distracted by just how gorgeous his face is.

Now that you were really looking at him again, you noticed just how built he was. Strong arms, solid chest, nearly six foot tall if you had to guess.

Your sister’s laugh brought you back to reality as you followed her gaze to Sid who was now taking a bunch of bars from Bucky’s bowl as he held it out for her again.

“I doubt anyone is coming my way again, so please, take what you want,” he offered to all of you.

“That’s really nice of you, thanks,” you smiled as your sisters each took a bar of their own. “We’ll uh, let you get back to your movie,” you said, remembering his plans for tonight.

“The movie, yeah. I think I might have to start it over, actually. I went on my phone for a minute and looked up to see a blood covered bathroom but I have no idea how they got there,” he huffed a laugh at himself.

“Oh, what are you watching?” your little sister asked.

“It,”

“It? No way, that’s so funny. That’s the movie you were gonna watch before we left tonight, isn’t it?” your older sister asked knowingly, a smirk no one but you and your younger sister would ever catch flashing for a microsecond on her lips as she looked at you pointedly.

“Yeah,” you swallowed thickly, “it is,” you said, trying not to let the awkwardness that was eating at you consume you entirely.

“You should stay and watch it,” your little sister suggested, to your complete and utter mortification. Your eyes shot over to her, and you swear, if looks could kill.

“I’m not just going to invite myself-”

“Come on, like he minds,” she turned to look at Bucky then, her hands still on her stroller holding her baby, “you don’t mind, do you?”

You peek over at Bucky, unsure of how you would even react if you were in his position. He met your eye and his lips quirked in a soft smile. “Not at all. If you wanted to, that is,” he added, offering you an out.

You looked at him a moment before looking over to your smugly smiling sisters and your niece as she tore into one of her candy bars, standing safely between the two of them. You inhaled sharply before looking back to a waiting Bucky.

You nodded.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Sounds…fun.”

“Great, well we were heading back anyway. So, see you later?” you sister bid.

“Or not,” your little sister added teasingly before she shot her gaze over to Bucky once more. “But we do have her location, just so you know,” she added seriously, a hint of a warning in her words.

“Ooo-kay,” you said, breaking the forthcoming tension, “I will text you guys when I’m on my way back,” you told them, urging them to get going.

“It was nice to meet you, Bucky. I trust my sister will get home safe,” your sister said directly.

“I’ll make sure of it,” he responded gallantly while your face felt as if it was literally on fire.

What was this, it was like your parents were dropping you off for your first date in high school. But somehow worse.

She nodded, “And thank you for the candy. Sidney,” she called, getting her daughter’s attention, “what do we say?”

“Thank you! Happy Halloween!”

“You’re very welcome,” Bucky smiled. “Happy Halloween.”

—

It wasn’t long before you found yourself sitting on Bucky’s couch, a glass of water you had desperately needed sitting before you on the coffee table and Bucky sitting to the left of you, but keeping a respectable distance.

“I’m really sorry about my sisters, by the way. They can be a lot,” you huffed a laugh.

“Don’t be,” he brushed off, “It’s nice to see, honestly.”

You looked over at him, he seemed a bit forlorn before he came back to himself.

“You know, my niece was almost too scared to come to your door. She said this house is haunted, that ‘the metal man’ lives here and kills anyone who tries to enter.”

“Ah, I see word travels fast when it comes to children.”

“Yeah, you’re kind of like their own urban legend.”

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as you laughed, lifting a leg up to cross under your thigh as you turned to face him on the couch.

“What?” you asked, “Don’t you want to be an urban legend?”

“Not really,” he laughed with a shake of his head, turning to face you better as well. “Especially not when it leaves me with bowls full of king sized candy bars no one seems to want.”

There’s a pause before he continues,

“Honestly… I don’t like knowing people are scared of me. I mean I’ve known, for a long time, that they are, it’s just.. Different when you can see that fear on their faces, in person.”

You didn’t even realize you were moving as you scooted in closer to him while he spoke.

“I thought the city was bad, but ever since I moved out here, it’s all so much more intimate. The stares are a lot more pointed.” He laughed humorlessly at himself, “I heard a couple kids talking about my arm a few weeks ago and tried to tell myself I didn’t care, but I’ve been wearing nothing but long sleeves every time I go outside now.

“I’m not ashamed of it,” he said quickly to clarify, “I just, I don’t want them to have to be scared of me.”

“They shouldn’t be scared of you just because you have a prosthetic arm,” you argued, knowing they surely knew nothing else of who he was, “and their parents should probably be leading by better examples.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugged, “what can you do?” He swallowed the lump in his throat that was forming at your defense of him, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring all this up-”

“No, I’m sorry, that’s on me. I am incredibly skilled at killing conversations before they even begin.”

“I don’t know about that. You don’t know me well yet, so you don’t know how big of a deal this is, but, I like talking to you,” he smiled.

You had to look away from his gaze, breathing a laugh as you did.

The movie was playing on screen, but neither of you were paying any attention to it as you continued talking.

Each time Bucky laughed at your lame jokes, you swore you felt like you were flying. You talked about everything and nothing. You got to know each other better, asking questions about life and preferences and favorites and what-ifs. The conversation flowed so easily, you never even really had to think about what to say next. That definitely wasn’t usual for you, and you liked it. You liked him.

Somewhere along the way, the conversation turned flirty, and again, it was completely effortless.

Your knees were pressing against one another as you sat across from each other, almost side by side on the couch.

You laughed in unison at a cheesy line Bucky tried on you before a jump scare on the screen had you quite literally jumping. Without thought, you leaned into Bucky, and he had no qualms about it as you hid your face in his shoulder.

He laughed lightly, his arm coming around you and gently rubbing your back before you forced yourself to pull away. His warmth was so nice and welcoming, but if you didn’t back up, you would’ve tried to nuzzle right into his side - you couldn’t risk the embarrassment.

As you turned back to sit next to him though, he kept his arm around you and tugged you in a bit closer.

You briefly wondered if he could hear your heartbeat, because you definitely could. You thought it might beat out of your chest at any moment as his warm cologne invaded your senses.

“Sorry, I guess I just assumed you liked scary movies,” he laughed.

“Ya know what’s funny is I actually hate scary movies,” you told him, “the It movies are some of the very few that don’t scare me.”

“Oh, that was you not being scared?” he smirked with a raised brow.

“That was- it just, it caught me off guard,” you defended with a smile, absentmindedly leaning more into his hold.

You had never gotten so close to someone in such a short amount of time, emotionally or physically.

It was foreign, but you enjoyed it. It may have been sudden, but it didn’t feel rushed.

“You get scared easily?” he asked.

“I’m the biggest scaredy cat I know,” you admitted. “I’m not hard to get a jump out of, I get scared of literally everything,” you laughed at yourself.

You turned to look at him when he didn’t say anything and felt your breath catch in your throat for the second time that night. He was so close to you now, and his eyes were piercing as he took you in, lingering on your lips and sending a chill through you.

The energy between you seemed to shift from something light and playful to something more charged, deliberate.

Your eyes drifted to his lips despite yourself, too.

He leaned in just a touch closer to you and your lips were mere inches away as he spoke,

“You’re not scared of me,” he said, though you weren’t sure if it was a question or not. Still, you responded as if it were.

Leaning in, brushing your lips against his, you breathed, “No.”

His hand was on your head then, keeping you close to him as he pressed his lips against yours, it was fervent, yet delicate, as your lips moved against one another.

You moved a hand to hold onto his left shoulder and he tugged your body to move you completely over his lap while he continued to lead the kiss.

His metal hand found its way to your plush waist as he held you, squeezing you lightly and inadvertently causing you to sink down lower into his lap while your upper body melted into him.

His hand slid from your waist to your ass, grabbing you through your leggings, kneading your ample flesh in his large palm.

You moaned into his mouth and that seemed to spur him on because in the blink of an eye you found yourself being flipped onto your back as he pinned you beneath his large body.

When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt as his wandered your curves.

“Do you have a bed?” you breathed, pulling him back down to be closer to you, wanting desperately to have his lips on yours once more. He nodded.

“Glad you asked,” he returned, voice low and husky.

You yelped as Bucky lifted you in his arms, standing and carrying you with ease while you clung to him like your life depended on it. If he dropped you, you weren’t sure you’d be able to recover from the embarrassment. But as he began up the steps and his hold didn’t falter for a single second, you realized maybe there wasn’t anything to worry about.. He held you like you weighed nothing and honestly, it sent a new wave of arousal through you as he reached the door of his bedroom.

He tossed you down on his bed carefully, but stopped you before you could begin tugging your leggings down your thick thighs.

You looked at him, confused and with a touch of worry you were about to be rejected.

“I’m sorry,” he began, “I should’ve said this before I brought you up here,”

That did nothing to ease your worry…

“I really like you. And I think there could be something real here between us, I don’t want to ruin that. So if you were only here for one night,-”

“I really like you, too,” you cut him off, eyes gleaming into his, “And I think you’re right, I don’t wanna ruin it either. I wasn’t planning for this to be a one night stand, but if you want to take things slower, I don’t have a problem with that.”

“No, I’m good with where we were heading, I just wanted to make it clear that I don’t want this to be just tonight.”

You nodded, a little breathless as you smiled up at him.

“Same page, then.”

“Good,” he grinned before pushing you to lie back on his bed as he descended upon you.

His lips were on your neck and as he sucked on your sweet spot, you couldn’t contain the soft moan that passed your lips.

His hands found the waistband of your bottoms and he pulled them down as much as he could manage before you lifted your hips and wiggled a bit to assist him in getting them off of you.

You pulled impatiently at the buckle of his jeans, earning a chuckle from him before he got to work taking them off.

While he got rid of his jeans, you pulled your shirt up and over your head, catching on the cat ears you had forgotten you were wearing. You threw them all to the side, unclasping your bra as Bucky shrugged his sweatshirt off over his head in turn.

He was back on top of you in an instant, pulling your bra off of you and tossing it to land with the rest of your discarded clothes off the side of the bed.

His large hands immediately went to your breasts, admiring the soft, heavy feel of them in his hands while he palmed them, squeezing slightly as he felt you.

You mewled under his attention, eyes closed in delight as his touch only added fuel to the fire burning in your core.

When he leaned down and took a pert nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking on your tit, your hand found his hair as you gasped at the sensation, holding him to you, enjoying the feeling of his mouth on your breasts.

You could feel the wetness growing between your legs as he continued to have his fun, unconsciously rutting his thick cock against you when you’d moan for him.

As he traveled down your body, his hands following your curves and his lips kissing every inch of you that he could, he paid special attention to your tummy before he traveled even lower.

You were a writhing mess as you felt his warm breath on your folds. When your hips bucked up into his face and you felt his lips brushing your cunt, you whined obscenely at the feeling. Bucky laughed tauntingly, holding your hips back down as he poked his tongue out past his plump lips, lightly licking your folds and your sensitive clit as you gripped his hair and urged him closer, wanting, needing more.

He finally took mercy on you after a long, torturous minute, spreading you open for him before he ate you out like a man starved.

His tongue glided all over your slick cunt, dipping in and out of your tight entrance, before coming back up to flick your clit.

He drew figure eights over the sensitive bud and you swore you were about to come undone from that alone, but when he sunk his thick digits into your dripping pussy, curling them just right, rubbing against that special spot perfectly, you were seeing stars as your thighs threatened to clamp around his head while you shook from your orgasm. Your walls clamped down on his fingers as you came and he moaned at the feeling as he worked you through the high, more than ready to finally get his cock inside you.

“Doll, you look so gorgeous like this,” he admired as he held himself above you, “naked and sweaty beneath me. Like a fucking goddess,” he praised, grabbing his erection and positioning himself at your entrance.

“You sure you’re ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked, running his cockhead up and down your dripping slit.

“Yes, Bucky, please,” you moaned pathetically, spreading your legs as wide as you could for him.

“Mm, I love the way you say my name, doll,” he groaned as he pushed just his tip inside your tight cunt, moving in and out of you as you whined for him.

“God, please, Bucky, please fuck me! I want it so bad,” you whimpered. “I wanna feel you fill me up, please.”

The growl that left his throat had your pussy fluttering, squeezing around nothing before he finally gave you what you wanted. With one hard, deep stroke, he was fully seated inside you. Your eyes squeezed shut as you gasped sharply, your hands gripping onto him wherever you could as he began to set his pace. With every thrust of his hips into you, he was hitting deeper and deeper inside your cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you cried.

“There you go, sweetheart. Take all ‘a my cock inside this tight pussy, taking me so fuckin’ well,” his hands were tight on your hips as he fucked into you. “This what you wanted, doll?” he panted, his pace never faltering as he fucked you harder, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his balls hitting your cunt with his every thrust filled the room, mingled with your moans and whimpers and his grunts and growls. “Wanted this big dick to stretch you out, huh? Wanted to feel me fill you up with my hot cum til I’m dripping outta you.”

One of his hands left your hip and instead went to grab at your breasts again, his large hand palming your tit as he squeezed and kneaded, flicking his thumb over your nipple and only adding to the pleasure threatening to send you over the edge.

“God, yes! Please, fucking yes, Bucky, please, please, please, please” you begged pathetically, reaching a hand down to find your clit, working your bud in circles as your walls tightened around his thick cock.

Your eyes were about to roll into the back of your head as you moaned senselessly, Bucky’s hand leaving your chest and nudging your own away from your clit. He replaced your hand and circled your clit perfectly as he continued rolling his hips into yours, his pace growing more erratic and the words leaving his beautiful lips growing filthier the closer he got to his own end.

With one perfectly angled thrust, you were crying as your body shook at the intensity of your orgasm. Wave after wave of nerve tingling pleasure lighting you up as you rode out the high. Your toes curled, legs wrapped around him as much as they could be while he grabbed at your body, falling down closer to you as he moaned, holding your body tighter as he pumped his hips, “Fuck,” he growled as he pushed himself as deep inside of you as he could, his eyes squeezing shut, holding himself there as he came, his body shaking some as he attempted to thrust once more.

You moaned at the feeling of him painting your walls, your hands in his hair as he buried his face in your neck, holding him to you. He stayed inside of you for a long minute as you both panted, trying to catch your breath, while he ensured he got all of his load out before he finally pushed himself up off of you, gently sliding out of you.

He flipped over next to you, laying on his back before he pulled you into him. Your hand rested on his chest as you laid in his left arm.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed, your fingers playing in his chest hair mindlessly as you worked to catch your breath.

His hand was running up and down your side soothingly as he moved to try and meet your eye.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“Yeah,” you assured him. “I’m better than okay, honestly. That was…amazing.”

“Good, I’m glad,” he smiled, “but still, I’m sorry if I got carried away. I tend to run my mouth when I’m, uh,” he fumbled with his words, “ya know, in the moment.”

He looked so bashful, you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at his expression.

“You just said all of what you just said, but you had trouble with that?” you tittered, rubbing his chest before turning further into him, laying on your side as he stayed on his back, propping his right hand under his head as he relaxed into the position. “But really, Bucky, you don’t have to apologize. I don’t know if you could tell, but…I really liked it,” you simpered sensually.

Bucky smiled at you as you leaned up to meet his lips in a soft kiss.

“It’s probably way late now, right?” you asked as you pulled away from him. “I should probably head back.”

Bucky sat up after you, “Do you have to?” he asked softly.

You looked back at him, his blue eyes set on you. You nipped at your lower lip before shaking your head lightly. A new, sweeter excitement washing over you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but you could stay for the night,” he offered. “I was hoping I could take you for breakfast in the morning?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the hopeful look in Bucky’s eyes as he waited for your response. That giddiness you felt earlier came over you once again as you held his gaze.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”

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Seven Days to Fall Again | Thursday | Jeon Jungkook

Inspired by the MV "Seven" by Jung Kook ft. Latto (obvi lol) Summary: Flowers for my love. Jungkook is trying absolutely everything he can to get you back. No matter how ridiculous it might seem. Pairing: Reader x Jungkook (almost exes to lovers lol) Word Count: 3.2k (longer one this time lol) a/n: So I haven't posted anything for this series in almost a month so I'm really really sorry for that. I have so many other series going at this point that it's taken me a second to come back around and write for this one again. This one is a little bit longer to hopefully make up for it. Let me know what you think! p.s. Pretty much wrote all of this is one night so I hope it's not complete crap but I thought it was cute hehe Start from the beginning

Jungkook's visit yesterday threw me for a loop to say the least.

I've tried to do everything in my power to make sure it doesn't get to me but no matter how many pep talks I give myself or how many times I've tried to scold myself instead, nothing works.

I miss him, and I hate myself because of that.

I've been able to go through my morning and most of my afternoon with radio silence from him which has been incredible for my stress levels but I can't help but feel his absence more and more as time goes by.

He was hardly ever around for the last few months of our relationship so I don't know why his presence; which I had specifically chose not to have around now almost feels more painful.

"Maybe I just need a walk" I say out loud "Yeah a walk and some fresh air should clear everything up" I continue, trying to lie to myself in thinking that some sunshine might actually fix this.

Walking out of my apartment and heading straight to the subway I make a decision to go to a little cafe that I used to go to with my classmates. It's been a while since I've been there and their strawberry crepes were to die for from what I remember so I think it's time I treated myself to something nice.

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Leaving the station I notice a big crowd starting to gather around and I get a glimpse of what they're all staring at, seeing that it's some guy getting picked up off the ground and rolled out on a gurney.

Taking a closer look, believing that I somehow know them, I feel the need to make sure they're okay but I'm stopped by the police tape they've put up.

Once the guy's head turns towards me my eyes widen in horror seeing that it's Jungkook. "Wait! Wait! Jungkook! Wait that's my boyfriend!" I say and duck under the yellow tape not bothering to worry about the repercussions.

When he hears my voice and opens his eyes and I see them quickly change from seeming like he had been on the edge of life and death into his big doe ones, sending me a bright smile, showing zero sighs of distress anymore and leaves me stopping in my tracks.

"CUT" I hear someone shout in the distance. "Who is this girl and why is she on my set?" the same voice say as they gradually get closer.

"No one" I say, crossing my arms over my chest and see Jungkook give me an awkward smile in response. I scoff and don't bother listening to no doubt the director trying to speak to me and from the small bits I catch onto it sounds almost as if he wanted me to complete the scene.

"Not interested" I mumble and walk off, ignoring their efforts to keep me there. "Baby wait!" I hear Jungkook say as he struggles to get the belt they had fastened off of him.

I don't even bother responding and continue to make my way down the street to the cafe, praying that he won't follow me but it seems as though the universe is laughing at me because despite the growing crowd around us he still is able to keep his eyes on me.

"Y/n wait! Please!" he yells, making sure that there's no way possible that I couldn't hear him but I choose to ignore him nonetheless. "Please Noona wait!" he continues, using a word that he knows will get a reaction out of me and my steps stutter for a second but I regain my balance seamlessly and pick up the pace seconds after.

"Excuse me, sorry. Excuse me, thank you" I hear him say, continuing to use that loud voice letting me know that he's still on my tail but as soon as I get to a crosswalk I start to walk a bit faster, hoping to cut him off and lose him when he hopefully gets stuck waiting for the next light and luckily this time it works.

I take a quick glance behind me to check and see him standing there catching my gaze and turning to a flower vender beside him and buying a bouquet of sunflowers, my favorite flowers during this time of year and I know he didn't just get them randomly because no matter how much I think he doesn't pay attention or care about our relationship I know he makes sure he knows the little things about me.

And that's one of the things that makes me want to take him back.

"Y/n wait! Please" he yells and I turn around just in time to see him decide to take a risk and cross the street without waiting for the light and seconds later I hear the sound of tires screeching on the pavement and see Jungkook duck out of view.

"Jungkook" I whisper, stopping dead in my tracks, my body totally frozen at the thought that he might've gotten hit.

Moments later though I see the sunflowers resurface above the crowd and his head soon after that and I watch the exchange between him and the driver and then soon see him turning back to me and abandoning the conversation to start running after me again.

"Wait!" he says and I turn on my heel to keep going, hating the fact that I've already lost the distance I had gained between us.

I duck into a random shop in hopes that he'll somehow lose sight of me and walk right past it, losing me and hopefully letting me resume my intended relaxing day to myself. I'll just stop by the bakery instead and make my way home so I can head in the opposite way of what he probably had expected me to be going in.

As I hear the shopkeeper welcome me I quickly return their greeting and hide behind one of their shelves, picking up a random book and holding it up to my face. Making sure it's open and covering me just enough for him not to notice, but also giving me enough visual to see him pass by and continue his search in the opposite way, just as I had planned.

I watch as he walks past the store, frantically turning his head in all directions to see if he could finally catch sight of me again and to my delight he continues on the path he had seen me on a few minutes before.

I let out a deep breath at the sight and put the book down, finally gaining some of that peace of mind.

"Were you looking for anything specific dear?" the older shopkeeper asks. "No not really, I was just trying to lose my tail" I say pointing towards the window. "My ex boyfriend has been trying to get me back and he won't stop trying to talk to me so we can 'Talk things out' or whatever" I say, letting out a huge sigh, happy to get a chance to talk to someone at least a little bit.

"Well have you given him a chance to say his piece yet?" she questions, leaving me shocked, expecting her to side with me. "Well...no, but we've gone through these sorts of problems before and I just don't want him to say something that will convince me to give him another chance again" I say, walking towards her and leaning on a shelf nearby.

She takes a second to think before responding and says something that I was hoping she wouldn't. "You need to give him a chance to at least say something. Everyone deserves closure don't you think?" she says with a soft smile, hoping to get through to me. "Unless he's violent or something of that sort. Then he can go fuck himself" she says with a grin, already knowing that's not the case.

I open and close my mouth a bit, not really knowing how to respond and she laughs at my reaction, loving how much she's caught me off guard. "He was the young man that just passed by with those sunflowers wasn't he?" she says with a knowing smile. "How did you-" I start out but she cuts me off with another laugh.

"That boy had the most adorable panicked look, searching here and there as if he had lost his owner. He's quite handsome if you ask me" she say winking at me and making me blush a bit at her straightforward nature. "Give him a chance love. And if you let him go, then you let him go. Trust me, you don't want to deal with the what ifs if he stops trying" she says giving me a soft smile.

I know she's right and I know I should at least hear him out but at this point I think it's something I've gotta work my way up to. His all or nothing attitude right now is just too much for me.

"You're right. I'll take some time and when I'm ready I'll sit down with him to talk it all out. Thank you. Oh I'm sorry I should probably get out of your hair. Uh" I stammer at the end, feeling guilty for taking up so much of her time.

"Um here, can I buy this?" I ask, placing a little bear with a lavender flower embroidered on it's collar on the counter, grabbing the first thing I laid eyes on. It can't be more than four inches tall with it's cute round belly and a little sun hat on it with the ears sticking through it.

"Keep it" she say, not even bothering to offer room for discussion as she walks away from the counter. "It's full of lavender petals so keep it close and the smell will help calm you down whenever you need it. You might even want to hold it close when you're talking to that boyfriend of yours" she says with a wink and walks to the back of the store, disappearing behind a shelf, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I pull out my wallet and put a five dollar bill in the tip jar and take a second glance at the bear and hold it up close to my face, breathing in it's sweet and slightly musky fragrance. I smile down at it's cute little face and put it in my purse. 'I've never been in this bookstore before' I think to myself, now finally taking a second to check out the rest of the interior beyond the immediate storefront.

I make it a note to come back here one day and return her kindness by bringing something for her to repay her not only for the bear but also for her hospitality and advice.

I take one last glance around and turn to make my way out.

"You certainly took your time in there" I hear a familiar voice say beside me, leaving me holding my breath for a second at the scare. "Jungkook" I say placing my hand over my chest before using that same hand seconds later to wack his arm making him drop the flowers he had started to hold out for me to take.

"Hey! What was that for?" he whines, rubbing his arm for a few seconds and picking them back up. "That's for not only scaring me just now, but also scarring me earlier today with that stupid ambulance nonsense" I say throwing my arm out towards what I now know as being a stupid movie set and when I turn back to face him all I can see is a big grin on his face.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" I question crossing my arms over my chest. "You know you called me your boyfriend back there right?" he says, his smile growing even wider. I scoff at the memory and don't even dignify his words with a response, turning and making my way back to the bakery just as I had intended as my plan B.

"Wait Noona please" he says and places a light grip on my arm. "What?" I spit out, turning to face him again, a look of displeasure on my face which somehow makes him smile even wider. "Can I at least walk you home?" he asks, poised in anticipation.

Now that the shop keeper had equated him to a dog I can't help but notice how much he's been giving off golden retriever energy these past few days. Excited and begging for my attention no matter what I say.

"I'm not going home" I say pulling my arm out of his grasp but he grabs onto my hand this time instead, making me stop again, knowing that as much as I want to, I'm probably not going to get my way this time. "Can I walk you to wherever you're going then?" he questions, now completing the look with his puppy dog eyes that pull on my heartstrings every time.

"Fine" I say and he happily catches up to me after deciding to hand the flowers off to some guy and his girlfriend, knowing for a fact that I won't take them. For a second I don't even realize that he had decided to hold my hand again until he sways them back and forth a bit making me rip mine out of his grasp and opting to cross my arms over my chest instead, leaving it hard for him to try to grab onto me again.

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Walking up to the bakery a few minutes later I stop and face him for a second hoping to shoo him away. "Okay, you can leave now" I say and take a few steps but I still feel his presence close behind me. "Why are you following me?" I ask turning around again, not amused at the fact that he's not listening to me.

"Who said I was following you? I wanted to get something from here too! You know I like the chocolate donuts here, remember?" he says giving me a soft smile. "Fine" I mumble and reach for the door handle but before I can his hand reaches for it and opens it for me. I spare him a glare and he sends me a sweet bunny smile in return making me roll my eyes in response.

I walk in and when he tries to do the same he notices a group of older woman making their way out and he waits to hold it open for them as well and I can't help but roll my eyes again, watching him continue to play the sweet loving gentlemen. They smile and thank him a few times in return which he responds with a smile and once they're finally out he heads inside intending to stand next to me in line but is cut off by a few people between us leaving me smiling in victory but it doesn't last long.

"Excuse me sorry do you mind? I'm with her" he says pointing towards me leaving me widening my gaze and turning around but not fast enough for the others to notice if he's lying or not. "Yeah, sure" one of the guys says and they step aside and let him walk up to me but in the process of squeezing through he stumbles and falls into me a little bit, leaving him latching onto me, pressing me up against the wall I had been leaning against.

"S-sorry Noona" he apologizes, ears turning red clearly embarrassed at our current position. "It's fine" I grumble and push him off of me, creating some much needed space and walking up to the counter where they're waiting for the next customer.

"Hi can I get a raspberry donut and a ham and cheese croissant? Thanks" I say and the worker looks over at Jungkook as he is standing next to me and waits for his order. "Oh we're not, we're not together" I say tripping over my words, this being the first time I've said that in front of someone while he's standing right next to me.

The worker looks between us and draws what I can assume is a line under my order that she's written down and then asks for Jungkook's which he orders just what he had said before, a chocolate donut.

"Thank you" he says warmly and the worker looks between the two of us, not believing my words from before but smiles almost amused by our situation and tells us our orders will be right out before handing the paper over to the cashier where she gives me my total.

Before I'm even able to reach for my card though I see Jungkook place his phone on the card reader to pay.

"Hey!" I say in protest while Jungkook tells her to ring him up again for his donut as well. I decide it's useless arguing with him in public and walk off to the side to wait for our food. "I can pay for my own food" I grumble as he walks up to me. "I know, but I wanted to" he says simply and we wait in silence until they hand us our bags.

"So where are you going now?" he asks, holding the door open for me again and jogging after me, having to hold the door for the next person again. "Home" I say and make my way to the subway entrance. "Can I walk you home?" he asks, already knowing the answer but trying anyway.

"No Jungkook. You can't. You asked if you could walk me to wherever I was going next but that isn't an invitation to follow me around for the rest of the day. Just leave me alone." I say, the last part not as confident as the rest. "I just want to make sure you get back safely" he offers and at that my blood starts boiling.

"I'm more that capable of taking care of myself! I don't need you to babysit me because last time I checked I was the one that was older than you" spit out at him, pressing a finger on his chest. Getting more and more irritated with every breath and watch as his eyes get wide, surprised by my sudden hostile nature.

"I'm s-sorry I didn't think tha-" "And that's exactly what your problem is. You don't think about what I want or even what I don't want. Now will you please leave me alone? I don't want to deal with this today and I don't want you to follow me" I say, punctuating my words so it'll get through his thick skull.

He opens his mouth to respond but I cut him off again before he makes me even more upset. "Don't" I say and walk away, throwing my food away in the nearest trashcan and descend down the step into the subway station, hoping and praying he doesn't follow me.

This time around though the universe smiles down at me, granting my wishes but leaves behind a broken and beaten down Jungkook, truly trying to figure out how everything went so wrong.

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Korean Quest | Bang Chan 방찬 Drabble

Pairing: boyfriend!Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: One day Y/N spontaneously decided to cook Korean dish for Chan.

Warning: fluff, mentioning of food

Word Count: 631 (drabble)

Author’s Note: This one was so fun to write! It was nice experience to try something light for a change, as usually angst is a must-have in my works. I hope you'll enjoy reading it ♡ Please, keep in mind that I do not know how to cook the dish, and even though I did my research, there might be some mistakes. Requests are open ♡

Chan has been complaining about his favourite tteokbokki (떡볶이) being too spicy for almost an hour yesterday. It’s quite a mystery why he bought one with chili paste at first place, but Y/N didn’t ask many questions to avoid that conversation going for another hour or so. However, the next day, while she was having a lunch break at work, the girl decided to plan their dinner herself, texting Chan a short “let me do it”, so he wouldn’t order something ridiculous again. With all honesty, Y/N didn’t exactly plan to cook anything herself, but scrolling through the menu of a restaurant, the girl realised she really wanted to try to make something Korean. Indeed, it was rather scary, as her culinary skills were far from perfection, especially when it came to national cuisine of her boyfriend, yet she was eager to try. Making sure she had all ingredients she needed, Y/N turned on a YouTube video once again and started making tteokbokki with a non-spicy soy-based sauce. Time to time the girl was coming back to a thought that all of it was a bad idea, and she only hoped for the dish to be more or less edible. After few unsuccessful attempts, there finally was a plate of tteokbokki on the kitchen counter. The dish smelled delicious, and the taste was similar to the one she had tried in the restaurant last week. Y/N was proud of herself, even though she managed to turn the kitchen into a total mess during the cooking process.

“What happened here?” Chan, coming back from a music studio, entered the room and observed the surrounding. “Did you have a party here?” he chuckled and glanced at a plate with some weird mixture next to a sink. It was Y/N’s first attempt of the sauce, and Chan was about to dip his finger in it.

“Don’t!” the girl caught his wrist and stared at her boyfriend with a horror in the eyes, so he even got worried. “It’s a bad one. But I made another one, and it’s much better. I made tteokbokki for you,” her lips quickly stretched in a big and proud smile.

“You did what?” Chan raised the eyebrows and then just grabbed Y/N in a warm hug, making a funny happy noise. “Baby…” he squeaked, burring his face in her shoulder.

“You were so upset yesterday, so I decided to make it myself. It wasn’t easy, but…”

“Thank you,” he interrupted, smiling wider and only squeezing the girl in the cuddle tighter.

As Chan’s stomach made a hungry noise, they pulled away from each other, and Y/N served a table in a living room. The musician promised to clean the kitchen himself after dinner.

“Oh my god, it’s actually so good!” he exclaimed, stuffing a mouth with his favourite dish.

“Is it?” Y/N even forgot about her own portion, mesmerising by Chan, who looked adorably cute at that moment. Honestly, it was worth all the troubles to see him so happy.

“Yeah! What brand did you use?” the guy asked casually, eyes still focusing on the plate.

“Brand?”

“Yeah, it’s pre-made, isn’t it? The rice cake, garae-tteok?” Chan glanced at Y/N and caught her confused look. Y/N’s jaw dropped.

“So you ‘re telling me that I could just buy it in a shop rather than spending hours on making it?…” she asked and sighed disappointedly.

The guy blinked few times and then giggled quietly, still chewing. Most of the ingredients for Korean dishes were pre-made and could be easily found in grocery stores. Y/N, though, went the hard way and did everything from the scratch.

“You are so cute,” he chuckled and only continued to make happy noises, chewing.

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crimsonv1 · 1 year

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Secret Admirer - Billy Loomis

(Yandere?) Billy Loomis x Reader

TW// Murder, Stalking, Sexual!! themes!! Knife kink implied?? WHOLESOME., Blood.

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Woodsboro High, 1996

The murders in the town were getting ridiculous. And you couldn't say that they were your fault, but you couldn't say that they weren't your fault.

You had no interference with this matter at all, until the killer had interest in you. It started with a blood smeared letter, saying some things about loving you, signed Ghostface. You didn't enter it to the police station, not wanting to be troubled by them. But then blood smeared flowers appeared at your door, fast running shadow like figures appeared at your window, and now your exes started getting killed off.

Sometimes you would have arguments with your friends, or start to hate them. And even they would get killed, like your ex- best friend who died horrifically. It's not like you didn't know, especially after their heart showed up at your door. You were warily creeped out, but calmed about knowing you most likely weren't going to be killed soon.

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School was boring. Plain boring. Only thing next to you was your friend Stu, and his girlfriend, Tatum. She wasn't annoying, and neither was he. But it was annoying how much of a third wheel you felt by him. Even if he was your closest friend, you felt like an inconvenience by them. "Hey Stu, what if randy's right" you poked him beside you while mumbling your words. He turned around, "About what?" He kept playing with Tatum while laughing. "About , you know.. Billy. What he said yesterday at the video store." Stu, who now had all his attention on you turned his expression confused.

"What? You think he's actually the killer? No way. I mean- the police let 'em go" He laughed. "Yeah but you know, Randy's a horror movie fanatic, and Billy loves horror movies, so I mean.. nevermind.. you wouldn't wanna hear, bother Tatum" You pushed away the thought. "No, go on- maybe I do wanna hear"

You sighed, " Well if Billy was gonna be a killer he'd do it based off of his favorite horror movies, and his only knowledge of killing- horror movies.. Wich are REALLY cliche. And Randy knows so much about cliche horror movies, so if I had to trust anyone to find out about a serial killer who does actions solely based on horror movies- it'd be randy." Stu stared at you so mesmorizingly, his face lighted in a beautiful way by the sun through the window.

He stared for a moment longer, his mouth almost agape, head rested on his hand- "Wow. You really are smart, I mean- that's so.. smart. But- I still don't think he's the killer. Police are always right, right?" He joked.

You sighed and got up, "Yeah, thanks for listening. Next class. Gotta go. Third wheel things" He looked offended, "Hey I don't third wheel you?!" "All the time" You walked off, waving him away.

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Once you were at your home, you heard a knock on your door. Who could actually be visiting at night. You opened it, to see Billy with a bouquet in his hands. You felt butterflies, until realizing his situation with Sidney. "Ah hey, come in- if you want." You stepped aside, while he walked inside. "Hey, these are for you." He handed you the bouquet, and you set it aside you. "Oh, uh thanks. What's the occasion? Or favor?" You thought through the dates, seeing if there was any special thing going on today.

You were madly blushing at his movement though, although he had a girlfriend. "nothing, just being nice,"He laughed, looking around the house. Scanning if anyone was there, but almost everyone knew your parents were always on trips. "Oh these remind me of something, or someone" He looked at you with concern, and. A hint of jealousy "who?" "Oh I just- have a secret admirer. Don't know who it is. Wierd gifts sometimes," he let out a breath of relief,

"So uh, you suspect me as a killer too huh?" He randomly brought about. He inhaled sharply, "Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean, you think I'm the killer." He turned to you

"But since when did I say that?" You stepped back, lying. He laughed while looking down. "You're smart anyways." You smiled, not knowing what he meant.

Until he pulled a knife on you. You leaned on the table backwards, "nice uh- knife."

"Did you get my letters?" He looked at you sinister, "I just knew I couldnt leave you untouched about what you said to Stu. You're too smart for your own good, y/n." He stepped closer to you.

Everything hit you all at once, and now you ran. As fast as you could. But soon enough, Billy grabbed you by the leg and violently dragged you backwards, slamming you onto the ground. He pulled you across the floor underneath him, pulling the knife to you Incase you tried to escape. "What? You didn't find my gifts good enough?" He said out of breath with the knife pressed to your stomach, he dragged it about to your neck.

"That was.. you" you breathed heavily, frozen in place. "Mhm.. did you like them? "

"I'm gonna need an answer, y/n." Before you could speak, "I know you're so smart, you could figure out I was the killer... and what about Stu? How'd you think I found out?" You grinned, every single realization coming at you at once. "Why, me." He shook his head, disapprovingly. "You have a girlfriend."

"What? Your so oblivious. Her slut mom is the reason for my fucking life being a price of shit." He yelled, not necessarily at you. "She'll be dead anyway, not that I should tell you our plan. I think you'd ruin it.."

"But why.. me. Why, did you choose me to.. write those notes, leave those things and- or is it just a game? A sick one."

"it's no game." He quietly said under his breath, loud enough for you to hear. And after those words it seemed like hours that you both stared at eachother. His grip on the knife loosened, and his eyes were only on yours. They seemed as if they went from sinister to complete puppy dog eyes. They were wide, and gazing at you like you were an angel. His mouth barely open, but open enough. He placed the knife to the side of you, on the ground. You put your hands on his shoulders and used them as a leverage to slide up, now sitting up on the ground, his eyes followed yours. You both just sat there, silently.

And suddenly he rushed to grab you, knife still in his hand. His hands flew to your lower back when he moved to kiss you,

And you kissed back. For some reason, you did. And that moment was amazing, he came closer to you.

The only thing interrupting it had to be the fact you both needed to breathe. He quickly got up, and you did too. "Jump."

•••••••••

You both layed there, on your bed, just making out. He glided his hands down to your thigh, tapping it silently. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a condom,

"did you plan on this happening?" You laughed. "Well I was hoping something like this would." He mumbled while laughing.

{{ This isn't a smut story 😽 so skip,

..if y'all want one I'll write it tho.}}

The next morning you woke up, recalling the actions from last night as you got flustered. You walked into the kitchen, and saw his knife on the ground. 'Eh, I'll just return it later.', you thought, placing it onto the table when you got a call.

"Helloo-?" "Hey, Billy left his knife at your house." The voice box rang, "Stu you can just speak."

He laughed across the phone, "I'll leave it at my window one of y'all come get it."

"You sound rushy" he laughed

"no just tired."

"I know why" You audibly gasped before you both broke out on laughter

💌🖤🧡

#x reader #billy loomis #scream #stu macher #Spotify

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morvantmortuary · 3 months

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so if you also follow my personal I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been geeking out hardcore

but yesterday the tiny!Morvants and I went to see Lisa Frankenstein

(photo before I took them out and stuffed them in the chest pocket of my jacket so they could “watch the movie too” due to my own ridiculous internal mythology don’t worry about it)

and it just. it was everything I wanted and more. I said in a group chat afterward that I don’t do YA/almost anything high school related, but if I did a YA/toned down version of the Mortuary, I would want it to feel like this movie. it’s not perfect, no, but it’s so obviously earnest and having fun with itself that I’m just smitten. the costumes, the set design, the lighting, THAT SILENT FILM SEQUENCE, I’m just in love 🖤🖤🖤

it’s also absolutely a Maxi first date movie, like. he would 100% suggest this early on when the two of you start dating just to make sure you don’t seem totally disgusted by the idea of someone beautiful (a stand in for you, clearly) being so intimate with someone dead or undead (a metaphor for himself). not to mention the ending which I won’t spoil but your reaction would definitely interest him. I wish the Discord blackout spoiler text function was here so I could explain further lol

…granted, he might get a bit thrown when you ask him how realistic it is that a man who died 200 years ago still has that much intact flesh, but he’d be more charmed by your inquisitiveness than anything else

also. like. look at this shit.

the goth babe swooning with her death-soaked lover in a ruined graveyard. come on. he would be so smitten with this movie it’s absurd. I’m obsessed for both of us rn.

on top of this, early on when we see the montage of Lisa in the woods, the place was so draped with thick and luscious greenery - specifically kudzu vines - that I was like “…I know where that is. they’re filming this scene in louisiana.”

AND LO AND BEHOLD

thank you, state film funding!!!

they didn’t shoot the whole movie there, of course, but the parts where she’s walking through dense woods (and some scenes in the graveyard that maybe aren’t a soundstage, I wasn’t really sure what the ratio of interior/exterior set was for those) definitely have that Look. I was proud of myself for being able to look at the Spooky Woods and go “Hey we live there!!!” on sight lmao.

all this to say, this movie was fantastic, it was exactly what I needed, the tiny!Morvants gave it five out of five skulls (a metric that they just came up with now) and dammit if I didn’t already have Maxi involved in a horror movie au already, I might just be tempted…

but anyway! if you like the Mortuary, maybe give this movie a go, because they’re definitely tonal cousins or so 🖤🖤🖤

and if you see me cross-posting a few things to think about how they’d translate in the Mortuary verse, bear with me bc the dopamine is surging lmao 💘💀

#and then rarae says #the misadventures of the tiny!morvants #tiny!morvants at the movies #maxi vibes #HUGE maxi vibes fr #lisa frankenstein spoilers

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auroraesmeraldarose · 4 months

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Coral Island/ Rafael fanfic pt 3

again, if you haven’t read @penelopetheconartist’s stuff yet, go do that first!

part 3… and it’s getting fluffy (PS in case anyone hadn’t noticed, I’m not using an accurate timeline for the game… ya girl can’t do everything she wants in four months PPS does anyone know if the Sanchez brothers would speak Spanish or Portuguese? F it I’m making this shit up as I go)

Rafael charged his phone for the first time in months the minute he got back through the door. He couldn’t help glancing at it every few minutes in the hope that maybe she would message. He put on a movie… but after completely failing to be distracted by the horror movie he’d put on, he sighed, unplugged the charger and went to bed. He lay there restlessly, still checking the phone now and then. She was probably asleep, he thought… well, hopefully anyway. She needed sleep, it was fine, he shouldn’t be expecting a message. Not getting one was a good thing; it meant she wasn’t having a nightmare… Or that she didn’t want to talk to him. He lay on his back, then rolled to one side, then the other, tossing and turning, and trying not to dwell on it. He kept thinking about what she’d said, the comment he’d almost missed in her rambling, tearful rant; she’d called him “the big, handsome blacksmith!” He hadn’t imagined it, had he? He was so distracted by the tears and all the other words that he hadn’t taken it in at the time, he just wanted to help her feel better so hadn’t had time to consider what she’d called him. But now, lying there, unable to sleep, it replayed in his mind over and over. Nobody had ever called him handsome before… not that he could remember anyway, except maybe his abuela when he was a boy. He was big, he knew that, and sometimes wished he was smaller so it would be easier to hide away from everyone, although it wasn’t often people noticed him anyway, despite his huge size. Everyone always saw Pablo as the handsome one… all anyone ever saw at all was Pablo. But she had seen him, and it wasn’t Pablo’s chest she had sobbed into, it wasn’t Pablo she had called handsome. Okay, so admittedly Pablo hadn’t been there, and maybe if he had it would have been him… but still, it wasn’t… And she had called him a hero, again, that he definitely hadn’t imagined. He rolled over again, scrunching his pillow against his burning face, and fell asleep grinning into it.

Rose woke the next morning feeling better than she had since moving to the island; rested, refreshed, and ready to try again. She lay in bed a minute or two, not really needing to, but it was warm and soft, and soon she’d be back to work. She stretched, and her hand knocked her phone off the bed with a loud clatter. Damn! She had meant to message Rafael before she went to sleep, but had obviously been out the second her head hit the pillow. What to say? She was so grateful for how understanding he had been yesterday, his kindness was kind of stunning considering how ridiculous she had been, falling asleep and crying and generally behaving like a mad woman.

<Morning big guy> she typed.. wait, big guy? Cringe. Handsome? Her face blushed at the memory - had she called him that yesterday, or was she imagining it? She had said an awful lot of words in the space of a minute, but she was fairly sure that had been one. Definitely not calling him that again then, maybe he hadn’t noticed the first time. Oh god, and she had definitely called him a hero again too. Better not make it worse. He was though, both handsome, and heroic. Goddess, he was gorgeous… Her mind drifted a little to his big, brown eyes, that slightly too-big but somehow still perfect nose, his neck, his giant shoulders, those massive, muscular arms… Her hand went to the golden honeybee around her neck, and she pulled her mind back into the present, blushing still. As if she had a crush already! And she’d made such an idiot of herself in front of him! He’s probably already seeing someone anyway, a guy that looks like that couldn’t possibly be single could he? And she had way too much work to do to even think about romance - she’d been here almost two weeks and the farm was still a wreck. She looked back down at her phone, deleted what she’d typed so far, and started again.

<Good morning Rafael!> She deleted the exclamation mark, didn’t want to be too enthusiastic. Was full-naming him too formal? Raf? Was she there yet? Ugh, why was this so difficult? Talking to him in person was much easier, even if there were a lot of pauses and blushes.

That was better, it sounded like an in-joke, so if he just wanted to laugh at it he could, and if he wanted to see it for what it was - blatant flirting - he could do that too.

She looked at it… it wasn’t perfect, but it would do. Just one thing to add, and then she’d better get on with the day.

By the time Rafael woke up, read the message, grinned about it for an hour, deeply overthought the kiss at the end, and finally started work in a bit of a daze, Rose had been working for hours. Now that the scythe was actually sharp clearing the patch in front of the farmhouse was much quicker, and although it had only been a little over a week she was already stronger and fitter than she had been for years. In fact, the scythe wasn’t just sharp, it was… different. She wasn’t sure what Rafael had done to it, but it fitted in her hand much better, and she was wasting less energy using it. She had a plan now - Rafael was right, she couldn’t do everything all at once, and needed to take things one at a time. She’d cleared and roughly roped off a small patch that would be fine for her first crops; it was turned over and planted by mid morning, and she decided to turn her attention elsewhere.

<Easy sashimi recipe> was typed into a search engine… It’s raw fish, she thought, can’t be that hard, right? Despite her own hatred of fish, she knew she seriously owed Rafael for cooking for her and letting her sob at him, so for him she would catch, clean, and prepare his favourite meal. Fishing was easy on the island, where commercial fishing had never taken off in a big way, and the rivers and oceans were teeming with life. She used to fish with her grandpa when she visited the island as a kid, which is possibly where her dislike of fish came from; he always made her help with the cleaning and gutting. By midday she had caught a decent looking salmon after much effort and a little swearing, and with the internet as her guide by 1pm she had sashimi with wasabi in a container ready for Rafael.

She washed her hands again, scrubbing to get rid of the fishy smell. Her hair had started to fall from her braid in places, so as she was done with real work for the day she undid it, brushed it, and let it fall over her shoulders and down her back. She thought about maybe putting a little makeup on, but decided there was no point - Rafael had seen her sleep deprived and red-eyed from sobbing, there was no coming back from that. She didn’t want it to be obvious she had such a crush on him anyway, and suddenly turning up looking all dolled-up would be ridiculous. She grabbed the container, threw it into her backpack and started for the blacksmith’s.

Rafael had been working hard all morning; he needed distraction. Try as he might he couldn’t stop thinking about Rose; he had felt childhood crushes before, but this was different. When he’d woken and read the message from her, he had laughed out loud, and couldn’t help a smile every time he thought about it. He had wanted to reply, but couldn’t think of the words. Pablo would have had something brilliant to say, but there was no way he was sharing this with him… the mockery would kill him. Pablo had noticed something was going on, but knew his brother; if he wanted to tell him, he would eventually; if he didn’t, no amount of teasing, bullying, or prodding would make him break his silence. Rafael had been hammering away at the anvil at an unusually determined pace, hardly stopping all morning. Pablo would have thought he was angry or frustrated, taking it out on the anvil, if it weren’t for the dreamy look that passed over his face now and then when he briefly slowed his hammering and smiled to himself.

The shop bell rang over the door, and Pablo looked up to see the farmer bouncing through the doorway looking a lot more cheerful than yesterday. Clearly, there was something in the air making people happier today…

“Good afternoon bonita, you’re looking a little more upbeat than yesterday!” He called across to her as she entered.

“I slept, Pablo - I slept!” She grinned at him.

“Congratulations, sleep suits you,” he winked, and screwed up the piece of paper he had been doodling on. Rafael hadn’t turned around yet, and was still hammering away, obviously deep in his work. Rose looked a little nervously at him, or at least, the back of him… The muscles in his back almost rippled as he brought the hammer down, and she couldn’t help but notice, again, how tight his shirt was against him. She felt a blush starting from her neck and creeping up her face, and quickly started talking to try and cover her embarrassment.

“I actually wanted to bring Rafael something to eat,” she gestured towards him, “you know he made me dinner last night after I practically passed out on your couch?” She grimaced to Pablo over the counter, “I really, really needed to sleep.”

Well, that explained the dreamy smile Raf kept smiling. Well done, brother, he thought - she’s cute!

“Really? Rafael, cooked?!” Pablo was clearly mocking him, but Rafael still hadn’t turned around. “And you’re still alive? The Goddess is full of little miracles today!” He grabbed the screwed up ball of paper on the counter and threw it hard at Rafael, as he had the day before, and it smacked the back of his head with a little “thwap!”

Rafael turned, clearly about to say something impolite to his brother, but saw Rose instead and started in surprise. He put down the hammer gently, before taking out earplugs and smiling shyly at her.

“Sorry,” he said, not meeting her eye and shrugging a little, “uhm… the noise, y’know? I didn’t know you were here.” He glanced at her again, still smiling. “Feeling better today? You… uhm… look better.”

“Is that a polite way of saying I looked like shit yesterday?” She laughed.

“Oh, no, I didn’t - I mean - “ he stammered, his tan skin going pink.

“It’s fine, I did look like shit yesterday,” she giggled involuntarily. Did I just giggle? Ugh, ground, swallow me up now.

Pablo looked from one to the other, half enjoying the show, half horrified by how incredibly awkward they were. If it were him with such an obvious electricity between them he would have had lines about how she could never look like shit, he would have been taking the opportunity to flirt with both hands - and any other body part too! But these two were hopeless, they couldn’t even make eye contact. He sighed and rolled his eyes. He needed to leave these two alone…

“Anyway Rafaelito, Rosita, I’m heading out for a bit, I’m going to meet Theo for tacos. See ya later!” Pablo ducked out of the door, glad to be away from their awkwardness.

Rafael had stepped silently across the workshop to where Rose was standing. “I really didn’t mean that, you know,” Rafael muttered earnestly, looking down at the floor with one arm across his chest gripping the other arm. He always does that when he’s nervous, or self-conscious, she thought. Which is most of the time…

“I know, I was just messing with you,” she reached over and playfully, lightly tapped his arm. “You’re far too kind to be that harsh!” She grinned, looking up at him. He raised his eyes from the floor and smiled softly, their eyes meeting briefly; his deep and brown, hers wide and green, before they both quickly looked away again, hearts pounding. “I actually brought you something, to say thank you,” she moved towards the kitchen and put her backpack down on a chair with a thud, before opening it and rummaging for the container.

“You really didn’t need to do that,” he said quietly, following her. How could a man with such a deep voice speak so quietly? He even moved quietly, his footsteps barely made a sound. She turned around not realising he was right behind her and practically walked into his chest!

“Sorry!” They both yelped and stepped back from each other, before Rose dissolved into a giggle again and Rafael chuckled sheepishly. “I got soot on you,” Rafael slipped off one huge leather glove and gently rubbed at her cheek, which instantly burned at his touch. “There, got it,” he said, before the realisation that he had just basically stroked her cheek hit him and he too went pink, and turned around quickly to hide his embarrassment. He took off the other glove and his leather apron, taking a little longer than was really necessary in the hope the blush would subside.

Rose’s heart felt like it was going to jump out of her mouth, it was beating so hard. She clattered around in the kitchen, finding a plate and decanting the sashimi as delicately as possible; she too was hoping by the time she turned around her face might at least be less incandescent than the forge itself. This crush was out of hand - he had just wiped a smudge from her face, it was nothing, she didn’t need to be blushing like he’d just stripped off and invited her to stay the night. Oh goddess why did she think that? The last thing she needed was the thought of him without all of his clothes on, that certainly wouldn’t help the blush. She turned the honeybee on its chain around and around in her fingers.

“It smells amazing!” He had turned around now, and had seen what she had plated up. “This doesn’t look like Frank’s… it looks even better!” Embarrassment faded in the face of food and his face had lit up with a beaming grin.

“I caught the salmon myself this morning,” she grinned back, proud of her efforts and glad he seemed so enthusiastic about it, “so it’s as fresh as it can be!”

“You caught it yourself? Wait, so you cleaned it and… uhm… and everything?” He looked confused, and his brow wrinkled a little in thought, “but you said you hate fish…” he looked down, across the kitchen counter into her face, which was still beaming with pride.

“Yup, I did it all!” She grinned again, “you said it was your favourite, and you were just so sweet yesterday, I wanted to repay you.” The grin faltered a little, giving way to a look of nervousness at his expression. “I hope it’s… ok?…” Her big green eyes were almost pleading as she stared up at him.

“It’s uhm… perfect,” he said soothingly, still a little confused, “you just really didn’t need to. It’s not like I uhm… did anything that special…” he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, and Rose couldn’t help but enjoy the way his arm looked as he did. God, he really was hot. His arms are bigger than my thighs! She squashed the next thought, of his arms, or his hands, on her thighs, and let his words actually sink into her brain.

“You looked after me, Rafael. You literally saved me from a nightmare, then when the crazy new girl started crying you didn’t throw me out, you took care of me and cooked and made sure I ate something, and then talked to me and made me feel a million times better. That’s special. You just keep being a hero,” she laughed at the final words nervously. He was still rubbing the back of his neck, with the mix of embarrassment and confusion on his face, but his other hand was there on the counter between them, and she wanted so much to reach out and hold it… but instead she settled for gently resting her hand on his forearm. “Seriously, it wasn’t much to you, but it meant a lot to me. I really needed a friend, and I’m glad I found one in you.” She squeezed his arm a little, before letting go and finally dropping her eyes back to the kitchen counter and grinning. “Now eat the sashimi, hero, before the smell makes me puke!”

#coral island rafael #rafael coral island #fanfic #coral island #i'm procrastinating #fluff #they will kiss #but not for another 20000 words

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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The Williams Part Two

Part One

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Summary: It's their first date! Doesn't start off on the right foot but the night is young so it can still recover...right?

A/N: Yes I am reposting this bc for my last couple writings I was like 'aw shucks my posts sure aren't getting the interactions like they used too' ... it was bc i am an I D I O T who had my privacy settings set to keep my posts hidden in the tags/search results. Anyways.

The bar is too crowded, the music is too loud, and it has an undercurrent smell of fake cheese. Like the kind they'd serve over nachos at The Palace. Back when Will was a kid and videogames were more important than dates.

Now he’s twenty years old, crammed into a booth that has a couple of mysterious stains, and sipping lukewarm beer out of sight of the bartender. They’re probably too busy to notice- or to even care, but he’s always been a little on edge when it comes to breaking the rules.

During the afternoon he spent with Bill at The Bean he was really hoping it would end with Bill asking him out. Luck was on his side; for once.

It’s just that he wasn’t exactly picturing their first date with all of their friends in attendance. Maybe he was a little presumptuous to assume that their first date would be a private affair.

Bill invited him to Richie’s open mic, implying that his friends would be there. It left him feeling a little…put out because maybe Bill only wanted to be his friend. But then Bill told him they could sneak off afterward to go do their own thing, that he had an idea. He followed it up with a wink, one that looked ridiculous yet charming in a weird way that only Bill could pull off.

But things are never simple in Will’s life and he later learned that Richie also invited Mike. Apparently, while they were scheming in his and Bill’s love life. What was surprising was that Mike was going - and was bringing El; at Richie’s instance.

He had a lot of questions but he’s starting to see the answers. Richie isn’t on stage yet, if you could even call that a stage, it’s more like a literal soap box set up by the bar. Some other act is on right now, trying desperately to speak over the music. Mike, El, and Stanley are standing around a table by the stage.

He doesn’t have an opinion on Stanley yet, this is the first night they’ve ever formally spoken but it’s obvious why Richie insisted they bring El. The man with the chocolate neat curls keeps biting back at the poor comedian, getting a rise out of El every time he does. When El laughs, her eyes fleetingly closing, Stan is smiling at her like he’s made a great accomplishment. He’s only poking fun at the comedian to make El laugh. Will wonders if El has noticed…probably not. She never notices when someone’s interested in her.

Along with Stanley and Richie, he’s met Bill’s other four friends. Ben and Beverly, a couple, Eddie- Bill’s first friend as he introduced himself as, and their own Mike. Their Mike is much sweeter than Will’s.

Those four are at the bar. They were sitting in the booth with them but when Bill came back with his and Will’s beers, they each started making excuses to get up. None of them came back and they’re not even trying to hide the fact they’re hanging at the bar. They left him and Bill alone on purpose.

In the booth Bill shifts in his seat next to him, his jeans making that awkward sound when they rub against the plastic of the seat. He looks vaguely uncomfortable and while Will has been sipping on his drink Bill has almost finished his.

Bill is rubbing at the disintegrating label of his beer bottle, an awkward silence filling the void between them. They’ve already run through all the safe questions, ‘did you find this bar okay?’, ‘how were classes yesterday?’, ‘do you like your drink?’.

It’s such a tonal shift from their conversation at The Bean. Bill had had more…confidence if Will had to pin it down to something. They talked about Bill’s writings- he’s a horror writer, and Will had shown him some of his paintings. They had connected so easily then and he doesn’t understand why now is so different. The whole thing has him feeling a little anxious.

Bill swishes his bottle, running empty, “Guess it's time for another,” he says as he stands. He nods towards Will’s bottle, “Do you need another one?”

Will shakes his head and just like that he’s alone. He deflates in his seat when Bill is out of sight, letting his head thud against the back of the booth. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe Bill was better off being ‘The Writer’ that he got to pine over from a distance.

“What’s shaking my second favorite William?” Richie cuts him out of his quickly spiraling thoughts, sliding into the booth across from him.

Richie has cleaned up for tonight- but his definition of ‘clean up’ is far from what the normal person would consider. He’s wearing a silk blue button up with a black vest loosely tied in the front. It’s flattering in a weird way. Light smudges of eyeliner line his eyes behind his magnified lenses and there’s a cigarette tucked behind his ear, almost hidden in his barely tamed curls. At least Will thinks it’s a cigarette.

“It’s fine, nothing much,” he replies, hoping his dejection isn’t showing on his face.

Richie just hums, rapping his knuckles against the table. He just now notices that Richie has freshly painted his nails black. He jerks his chin towards the bottle in Will’s hands, “Didn’t take you as a fan of Bud Light.”

He sets his barely drinked beer on the table, “It’s fine, not my first choice but Bill ordered for us.”

“Makes sense, Bill’s always been fond of his piss water,” he makes a move to stand, “I can get you another drink if you want, we don’t gotta tell Big Bill.”

Will snatches Richie’s wrist before he can fully stand up. Slowly he sits back and down and watches Will with curious eyes. Will starts back peddling, “It’s fine, really. You’re supposed to go on soon right? I’d hate for you to miss your cue because you're stuck at the bar getting me a drink.”

Richie ignores most of his weak statement, “Ya know, for a guy who’s supposed to be on a hot date, you’ve said 'fine’ three times in the last minute.” When he can’t find anything to say, Richie does so for him, “Billiam is being horribly awkward isn’t he?”

He gives, sighing, “Just a little- and I don’t understand. We were having a nice time back at The Bean, I don’t get why this time is different.”

Will is entirely unprepared for what Richie tells him next, “It’s because this is a date and Bill hasn’t been on a date in two years, not since his last, horrible, boyfriend,” He leans forward on the table and it throws Will off a little at how serious he’s being, “Look, Big Bill? He’s good at being charming and swooning with people, but dating? He’s worse at it than I am. He over-thinks it. Sure, he’s a hopeless romantic, but he struggles with new people when they aren’t so new anymore. Been burned a couple of times because of them.”

“I- I see…and I understand that. I don’t date often because new people intimate me,” Will takes another sip of his beer, feeling a little overwhelmed. He doesn’t have any exes, he’s barely gone on dates before.

But then Richie snorts, “So you’re both bad at dating. Great.”

He frowns at him, “You have any advice then?”

Richie raps his knuckles against the table again, in a drum roll manner, “Matter of fact I do. Make him talk- and not about the boring stuff. Ask him when he had his first beer or better yet find out if he’s an actual monster fucker for me if you will? His stories are telling but I need evidence,” Will’s about to inject because he is not asking about that but Richie continues, “Fine leave the monster fucking questions for date two- but I’m serious, ask him about the fun stuff, the important stuff and show you have a genuine interest in him and he’ll be waxing poetics about ya by the end of the night.”

This makes him feel better, gives him a look into Bill- one he wasn’t expecting, and lets him know how to get to know Bill better from his own words…it’s just there’s one anxiety of his lingering. “So it’s not me? I didn’t do anything to make him not interested in me anymore?”

Richie chuckles, “William, my William hasn’t shut up about you since he laid eyes on you. No offense but it was a little insufferable. You could probably spit in his face and he’d still be interested in you…actually, maybe he’d be more interested in you then, I don’t know what he’s into.”

His face suddenly feels hot, “Shut up,” he mumbles, looking down.

Richie just smiles back, “So what are you going to do when Bill comes back?”

“...Ask him about his first time drinking piss water?”

“There ya go!” he shoots finger guns at him, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go flirt with my date before my show.”

His what- “Are you talking about Mike?”

“My future one true love? Yes absolutely,” he replies without missing a beat.

He looks back at him incredulously, “Does Mike know he’s on a date right now?”

“He will, it’s all part of my master plan. Wait ‘n see.”

Part of him thinks he could do the responsible friend thing and warn Mike of Richie’s intentions, let Mike decide from there- but Mike did dig his own grave when he decided to meddle in his love life. So instead Will says, “You said you were bad at dating too so some advice; Mike likes to play hard to get, and he’s dramatic in the way he likes to be chased.”

Richie’s eyes twinkle, “Well Papa likes a good chase,” he winks at him as he flies out of the booth, not even giving Will enough time to internally cringe at him calling himself ‘Papa’.

He watches Richie join the others at the table in front of the stage. Richie throws a haphazard arm around Mike’s shoulders…who looks annoyed and snaps something at him that Will can’t hear from here but he doesn’t shake Richie off.

“Everything okay over huh-here?”

Will snaps his head towards Bill, he’s standing by the edge of the table, fidgeting on his feet. There's a new bottle in his hand- this one’s label is still intact, and it’s half drunk. He must’ve been waiting for Richie to leave before heading back.

“Yeah, Richie was just seeking my advice,” he white lies, scooting more into the booth in a way that he hopes comes off as inviting, “Stop standing and sit down with me.”

Bill smiles, sliding in, “What advice were you giving him?”

“On how to woo my Mike- speaking of which, did you know Richie was going to trick Mike into going on a date with him?"

He just shrugs his shoulders, “I didn’t but that s-sounds like Rich…did he say anything else?”

“Why? Worried he spilled some of your embarrassing childhood secrets?” Will smirks.

Bill scoffs, “He wouldn’t do that,” Will meets his gaze, eyebrow raised and Bill starts to feel not so sure, “He didn’t do that- right?”

“No he didn’t do that, I’m waiting on you to tell me those.” When Bill smiles Will takes it as a small victory. The tension between them is already lessening and he’s determined to keep it rolling and not let them fall back into awkwardness when this spell has run its course. “Though he did tell me to ask you about the first time you tried beer?”

The tips of Bill’s ears turn red as he ducks his head, “Shit you don’t wanna hear about that.”

“Oh but now I really do,” he leans closer to him. The smell of a woody cologne and lingering cigarette smoke invades his nose and he wonders if it’s possible to miss a smell after only experiencing it once.

He can already see the bravado seep back into Bill as he gives in with a little smile, “It was freshman year and all us Losers thought it would be a cool idea to sneak into Eddie Corcoran’s seniors only party,” his voice has taken on that slow, smooth, tone again and he’s not tripping on as many words as he was, “We were successful too…until Eddie Corcoran confronted us and tried to kick us out…” Will nods for him to go on, “Well let’s just say the moment Corcoran confronted us the beer we had been stealing all night decided to vacate the premises of my stomach…onto his shoes. Got my ass beat that night.”

“And you still drink it?” he teases.

“It was my first love, what c-can I say?” Bill lays an arm across the back of the booth. It’s not on Will’s shoulders but it’s close enough, “Tell me, what was teenage Will like? Any raging parties?”

He snorts, “The only parties I was going to as a teenager were Dnd ones.” He’s not afraid of Bill thinking of him as a nerd, he saw the Battlestar Galactica keychain on his laptop bag. It was cute.

“Like with elves and shit? Were you an elf?”

Will shakes his head, laughing, “No I wasn’t just an elf! I was also the Party’s wizard.”

“A wizard huh?” Bill takes a slow sip of his beer, glancing towards him, “You sure put a spell on me.”

Will’s brain short circuits. Bill just stares back at him, a small blush climbing his neck. He just has to shove Bill in the side with his elbow, “That is the worst pickup line I have ever heard!”

He gives him a mock offended look, “I was trying woo you, William!”

Will’s about to retort when a speaker comes on to announce Richie as the next comedian. Mike, Ben, Bev, and Eddie all rush to cram back into the booth with Will and Bill. Eddie snaps at Bill to scoot in more so that he can sit down.

Bill’s thigh ends up pressed against his- in fact, his whole body would be if Will wasn’t leaning a little bit forward. There’s very little space between them and Will…he’s not mad about it. At this proximity, he feels the heat radiating from Bill, can feel the vibrations of his chest when he laughs, and honestly he just falls more into the encapsulation that is Bill.

The arm Bill had resting on the back of the booth comes down to rest across his shoulders very lightly. Almost as if Bill is asking for permission. Will leans back, securing the arm more around his shoulders in answer. There is so much heat radiating between them he feels like he’s going to combust. He’s never cared so much about a guy liking him before and he thinks Bill does like him like that but also he always carries around a seed of doubt about anything good happening to him.

It makes it hard to focus on Richie’s act as he starts his act, clearly in his element. Will tries to pay attention, he does, but his mind is fogged by the smell of Bill’s cologne and the rumbling of his chest against his side every time he laughs at one of Richie’s jokes.

Stan, El, and Mike (Will’s Mike) opt to stay around the table near the stage. If Stan was heckling the last poor guy, he is absolutely ruthless toward Richie. Who throws it right back his way. It was more amusing than Richie’s jokes. He has a hunch that they were both showing off for Mike and El.

Bill and his friends sitting in the booth aren’t safe from Richie’s terror either. He throws a joke out about Eddie’s mom, one only they laugh at and he pokes fun at Ben. Something about The New Kids On The Block? At this point, Will was too wrapped up in Bill to register it completely. It isn’t until Richie targets him during his act does he get Will’s full attention back.

“Now now, I’m not the only love bird on a date tonight,” he whistles while Mike makes a small protest from the table, “My good friend Big Bill is here tonight on a date. Ironically! With a guy also named William,” he pauses for a dramatic moment, “You see if I was on a date with a man named Richard it would be double the Dick but you see with my friend Bill, he’s the one getting double the Willys tonight.”

There's a modest amount of laughter that he earns from the bar patrons. This is one of his more successful jokes of the night. Beverly is dying in their booth and Ben gives Will an apologetic look but he’s still smiling. Will wants to curl up and disappear before his face turns into a tomato.

“F-fuck you, boy!” Bill yells but he’s barely fighting back a smug smile. He nudges Will with his hand resting on his shoulder, “Just ignore him, he’s a dickwad. We’re about to luh-leave anyway.”

A mixture of excitement and trepidation fills his stomach. On one hand, he has no idea what Bill has planned for them for the rest of the night which is exciting, and on the other, that’s exactly what worries him. Will Byers is a virgin. It’s just…never came up before. Being gay in a small town can do that.

But they just got over their awkward conversation bump, surely Bill isn’t expecting that to magically segway into them having sex? Because if so they’re just going to land right back into an awkward conversation when he has to fess up he’s a virgin and he doesn’t plan on losing it after one lukewarm date and even more lukewarm beer.

Richie’s set comes to an end and everyone starts to part ways. Mike Hanlon, Eddie, Beverly, and Ben were going to another bar on the side of the city, and Mike Wheeler and Richie were going to tag along. Will’s Mike isn’t a bar person so he’s continuing to be surprised tonight by his friend’s decisions. El wants to go home- no surprise there, because she really isn’t a bar person and Stan insists on driving her back. Hopefully, she notices Stan’s obvious flirting on the drive.

Bill asks if he’d like to go with everyone to the next bar and it’s clear that he’s giving Will an out of being alone together. But the thing is- despite his reservations, he wants to see what Bill has planned for them. Bill doesn’t act like a guy who is going to try to pressure him into doing anything he doesn’t want to. Doesn’t seem like his style.

He takes Bill’s hand, acting braver than he feels, “I just wanna hang out with you.”

The smile Bill gives him in response is beautiful.

Bill doesn’t disclose much about where they’re going when they crawl into his silver truck. Will didn’t know he had a vehicle, he never drives to The Bean and when he asks about this, Bill just waves him off, saying that driving in New York is too stressful for his tastes.

On the way over Will tries to get some information out of him about where they’re heading as the excitement builds. Bill appears very sure of himself that this is a place that Will is going to be very happy about. To say he is intrigued would be an understatement.

Curiously it’s some type of office building Bill drives them up to. He jumps out of the car without a word and heads towards the doors, leaving Will no choice but to follow him. The temperature has dropped significantly and even with his large coat, he crowds close to Bill as he unlocks the glass doors.

Bill gets it unlocked and heads inside, turning back to Will when he doesn’t follow him, “You coming?”

He nervously glances at his surroundings, reading the sign “Gray’s Design Company Coming Soon,” painted onto one of the front windows. Trespassing wasn’t something he considered he would be doing tonight.

“Are you sure we should be here?” The last thing he wants is to be is a ‘Nervous Nellie’ as Mike has called him before but…they’re trespassing.

Bill must somehow read his mind, dangling the key he used to get in, “It’s okay, we have per-permission.” He’s still a little nervous but he follows Bill inside.

The inside of the building is gutted, and clearly being renovated. Plastic sheets litter the floor and hang from the ceiling and briefly, Will is reminded of that one episode of Dexter Max had forced him to watch.

Will only glances away from Bill for a second but when he looks back Bill’s gone. Okay, now he’s starting to panic. “Bill?! Where’d you go?!”

A hand on his shoulder startles him, making him yelp. Bill looks down at him with a smile full of mirth, “Keep up, I want you to s-see this.”

“You’re not taking me somewhere to kill me right?” He’s only half joking.

Bill rolls his eyes, and takes his hand, “Come on.”

They push through two more plastic sheets and Will sees why Bill was being impatient to show him. The sight before him takes his breath away.

It’s the first actual room they’ve walked into and it is filled to the brim with art. There are canvases in stacks leaning against the walls, sculptures on pedestals, and tables filled with sketches. The art styles are all different signifying this isn’t the collection of one person. He just has to touch.

The first table he approaches has sketches all done in charcoal. They’re smudged from rubbing against each other but he can make out the sketches of the people. Just strangers that are going about their everyday life, probably unaware of their portrait being created.

On the next table are unframed works of watercolor. All vivid and seeming to leap off the page. Some depict still life while some are settings. Places pulled from the artist’s mind, maybe places that they wish they could visit or just simply places that are not real but still beautiful all the same. These are his favorites.

He swivels on his heel, a watercolor work of a river still in his hand, to look back at Bill. He’s still standing at the entrance, watching him with a small smile. It makes his whole heart flutter.

“What is this place?” he asks, gesturing to the whole room.

Bill comes to stand by him, taking the painting in Will’s hand to examine, “Ben’s boss bought this place for his architecture firm and apparently the basement was filled with this stuff. Whoever owned the building before ap-aparently was an avid art collector.”

“A ‘collector’ is putting it lightly, this is more like a hoarder’s work. This is insane,” He walks over to a sculpture of a woman’s head made from clay, “This stuff belongs in an art show or a museum! I have never seen so much art in one room before!” He pauses for a moment, “What do they plan on doing with all of this?”

“Well Ben’s boss planned on tossing it all since most of it isn’t from any famous artists,” Will’s heart sinks, “But Ben convinced him to donate it to an art school, make the business look good,” he finishes.

“Yes, good publicity in exchange for not throwing away a collection of people’s hard work,” he doesn’t mean to sound bitter but some people will just never understand art. It’s just a thing that takes up space in their new office building.

Bill just hums, “Well I did manage to convince Ben to let you take your pick of the art here before it gets donated.” He hands Will back the painting.

He feels as if he’s a kid in a candy store and his mom just said he could get whatever he wants. “I can take whatever I want? Are you sure?”

“One hundred percent, you have a deep appreciation for art and you’ll actually care about these pieces,” He stands in front of him and Will realizes how close they've gotten. Bill reaches out and tucks a strand of his hair behind his ear, his hand lingering, “I’m really suh-sorry about earlier by the way. You make me nervous.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I don’t date often because most people also make me nervous,” he leans into Bill’s hand, remembering what Richie had said earlier about Bill’s ex and how he has hesitations about people getting to know the real him. He's not going to be one of those people that 'burn' him.

“I’m honored to be your date tonight then,” Bill murmurs.

They’re so close their breaths are mingling and right when Bill’s eyes flutter shut and he leans down to kiss him, Will slyly ducks out from under his arm, “Come on! We got art to go through!”

Bill sighs, amused, “Okay where do you want to start?”

For the next hour, they go through every canvas and every sketch. Will pays no attention to the sculptures as he doesn’t think he’ll have room for them in his dorm.

During this he learns that Bill used to sketch a lot when he was younger before diving into writing and like his writing, he would draw horror. Bill ends up taking home a sketch of a rib cage with flowers blooming through the ribs. He still has a passion for macabre works of art.

Will on the other hand takes home a painting of a lonely cabin scene and two sketches, one of a beautiful man with wings and another of a bed of flowers. Plus he took the watercolor painting of the river that he first grabbed. Honestly he was holding back.

“I can’t believe you didn’t want that painting of the naked chicken,” Bill says as he loads Will's painting into the backseat of his truck.

“It was a featherless chicken, not a naked one,” he corrects, still a little disgusted by how detailed it was. He jumps into the passenger seat as Bill is getting into the driver's seat.

“That st-still counts as naked.”

“Why do you do that? Trip on words sometimes?” He realizes how insensitive that sounds too late, “Wait! You don’t have to answer that! I’m sorry!”

“Hey, it’s okay! You’re a lot nicer about asking about it than s-some people,” Bill reaches over and takes a hold of his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, “I used to have a horrible st-stutter and I’ve almost got it under control, it still comes out I guess.”

Will squeezes his hand back, “I think it’s kinda cute- if that’s okay to say?”

“That’s okay to say,” he raises their entwined hands and kisses the back of Will’s hand. His lips feel soft.

He feels the need to share something intimate about himself. What did Richie say, talk about the deep stuff? Fuck it, he’s going to do that.

“I’m a virgin.” Well, that’s one way to say it, Will.

Bill’s eyebrow furrows, “I wasn’t planning on trying to get into your p-pants if that’s what-”

“No no no,” shit he made Bill get defensive, he honestly could have said that better, “I didn’t think that you were! Just you shared something personal about yourself and I wanted to do that too! Earlier Richie told me to talk about the ‘deep stuff’ with you and- God I don’t know; I feel like I just messed this all up.”

A big hand cups the side of his face, forcing him to meet Bill’s eye, “You didn’t mess anything up,” Bill soothes, “And Richie is an idiot but I’m glad he told you we should talk about the deep stuff. Eventually, we’re going to have to have a conversation about your luh-limits in the bedroom and what you’re comfortable with and you will be the one to set those,” Will positively colors at that but it takes a weight off his chest he hadn’t realized was there, “I’m happy you shared that with me, thank you for trusting me enough to tell me that.”

Will knows that when he loses his virginity, he wants to lose it to Bill but like Bill said, that’s a conversation for another time. Right now all he can focus on is, “You said ‘eventually’ implying you want to see me more?”

Bill smiles at him boyishly, “As if that was a question. I p-plan on annoying you for a long while, hope you’re okay with that.”

His entire being is beaming. The boys Will likes aren’t supposed to return his feelings- especially not boys like Bill Denrbough. “Yeah, I think I’m more than okay with that.”

Neither of them wants to move despite how late it’s getting. Foolishly the romantic side of him is thinking about how he doesn’t want this night to end. Their hands are still linked over the middle console and Bill’s hand is still cupping his cheek, his thumb brushing against the side of his face.

“Can I kiss you?” Bill asks softly.

In lew of words, Will just nods his head. Sure he’s been kissed before. Once in middle school by Sally Mae behind the bleachers, the kiss that solidified that he liked boys, and then once in a game of spin the bottle with Lucas. Both of them were chased and lacked any of the emotion that Bill has when he kisses him. His lips are soft.

He has to remind himself to close his eyes. Bill takes the lead and presses and disconnects their lips a couple of times, pulling back minutely to nudge his nose against his and he gets the hint, he starts to move his lips as well. He can feel Bill smiling. It’s when he’s getting the hang of this that Bill swipes his tongue against his bottom lip. It felt foreign yet good and he gasps when Bill does it again. Bill’s tongue travels into his mouth slowly, licking and mapping it out. Will lets go of his hand and grasps his shoulders, trying to ground himself. He doesn’t have much to compare this to but he thinks Bill is a very good kisser. The noises he’s making he would find a little embarrassing any other time but right now he's not in any capacity to care.

Disappointedly, Bill breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against his, “I really like you, William Byers.”

Will blushes, “I really like you too, William Denbrough.”

A/N: AHA okay you can tell that for some reason I really struggled to find my footing writing this and with the dialogue but,,,this is my second draft of the chapter and I'm still not happy with it and I didn't have it in my to start over.

That being said I am really happy with how the ending turned out. I love soft boys.

This is the last chapter for WillBill as in part three we will be seeing how the rest of Wheelzier and Elstan's night went...that one will definitely be at least rated M bc Wheelzier :0

Thank you for reading! I always appreciate the people that read my rare pair nonsense!

#this sht better show up in the tags so help me #i post rarepairs #i need the advertisement #willbill #wheelzier #elstan #will byers #bill denbrough #mike wheeler #richie tozier #stanley uris #eleven hopper #it 2017 #it 2019 #stranger things #stranger things 4

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drunkonaheistinspace · 6 months

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in the tall grass

originally published: December 8th, 2019

reworked: December 3rd, 2023

Pairing: Illinois x gn!Reader

Rating: General Audience

Tags: fluff, friendship, mention of horror movie

"Illi?"

"Yes?"

"I have a very important question and I want you to answer it truthfully."

"OK? What is the question?" You took a deep breath, because you would need it now.

"HOW THE HELL DID WE END UP HERE?!"

You got no answer from the adventurer, which made you believe that he had no answer good enough to satisfy you. And it all started so harmlessly.

You two have decided to just go camping like normal people do. Without looking for any treasures. Without fighting for life. Only the two of you and the beauty of nature. The well-deserved holiday that was due for ages. You found a nice place for your camp, pitched your tents and wanted to explore the area. And before you know it, you found yourself in a large field with ridiculously high grass. In addition, none of you knew exactly where the other was.

"All right, you wannabe Indiana Jones! Before we find the way out, we should first find ourselves! "

"Didn't we have the self-discovery trip last month?" He asked jokingly, and you could not help but roll your eyes.

"You know what I mean!" You called back. "We just have to keep talking!"

"Okay ... um ... do you think I have a chance with that girl from yesterday?"

You stopped. What was the idiot talking about?

"What?"

"Well, the cute girl from the bar! It was clear that she was interested in me! "

"Do you mean the one who poured her drink over you? Then, sadly, I must tell you that she was not interested in you at all. What did you say to her for this to happen?"

"I have no Idea! I just said hello to her and seconds later I smelled like Bloody Mary!"

You stopped again. Earlier, you heard Illinois in front you, but now he was behind you. You ran walked him!

"That will not work! We just walk past each other!" You called in the direction in which you suspect your boss. He groaned only annoyed.

"Other idea!" You suggested. "You stay where you are, and I look for you!"

"Alright!" Came the answer. "Do you know what this reminds me of?"

"What?"

You make your way through the high grass, hoping that fate is still an asshole who insists on making you two walk into each other no matter what.

In your first year, you had actually tried several times to quit and forget about Illinois. That ended with you crossing his path only weeks later and you were drawn into a new adventure. At some point you gave up and now you could not imagine a life without this idiot. For him, you became an important element on every adventure, and he doesn’t know what to do without you by his side. These were his words. Not yours.

"This horror movie we watched last week. It was called ´In The Tall Grass´, if I remember correctly."

"It was completely stupid and confusing!"

You could not say much about the plot, except that it was based on one of Stephen King's countless books and that the guy from Conjuring was in it. The movie bored you and you were about to fall asleep several times. Only the fact that the movie was confusing as hell kept you from entering the world of dreams.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Illinois exclaimed.

"That’s probably because you fell asleep ten minutes into the movie!"

You had never seen him fall asleep so quickly and for a moment you were scarred that would fall of the couch. Instead, he landed on your lap and used it as a pillow for the rest of the night.

"Did I miss anything interesting in the movie?"

"Not that I know of. I did not understand what was going on for most of the time. "

Only a few meters and the two of you would reunite. You continued to fight your way through the green hell and did not notice a stone sticking out of the ground and fate being fate, you stumble upon that very stone and fell into the strong arms of your hero.

"I understand that you have fallen for me. You do not have to demonstrate this every time," joked the adventurer.

You grumble something incomprehensible before you put yourself back in the upright and got some distance between the two of you.

You have found each other, but now what? How are you going to find the way out of here? You did not even know how deep you were in it. Suddenly, you remembered this one scene from the movie, which made sense for once.

"Let me climb onto your shoulders!" You said out of nowhere.

"What?" He looked at you completely confused. If he had not fallen asleep so early, he would understand what you meant.

"Let me on your shoulders so I can see over the grass and find the way out of here!"

Without any questions, he helped you get on his shoulders. You had to admit that it was surprisingly comfortable.

Now you could see across the green sea and see where you were. Luckily you did not go too far into the field, and you were only a few meters from the edge. You navigated Illinois through the field and after a few minutes you were out of the green nightmare. Carefully, you climb off your companion.

"Well, that was fun! Let's never do that again!" The adventurer announced.

You nodded in agreement and you two made your way back to your camp. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, but this was a different story.

#ghost writing #illinois x reader #in space with markiplier #a heist with markiplier #ahwm illinois #iswm illinois #fanfiction

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nar-nia · 2 years

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Day 8

warnings: none, enjoy your little break :)

word count: 1.9k

It was almost embarrassing how your sleep was dependent on Heeseung now. But in his arms, accompanied by one, two, many kisses, you slept better than all the days before. At least until your alarm started screaming.

You let out an annoyed groan, turning towards Heeseung. He was already awake, a pair of tired eyes looking at you, a lazy smile on his face.

"Good morning."

"Morning," you mumbled, pressing your foreheads together while your eyes closed again.

"Hey hey, now's not the time to fall back asleep. We have a workshop today, remember?"

Another groan escaped you, your eyes squeezing even more shut. "I don't want to."

You heard a small chuckle, followed by a pair of lips on the tip of your nose. You could feel Heeseungs fingers dancing through your hair, pushing it behind your ear only to rest at your cheek.

"Come one, open your eyes."

You kept on pressing them shut, whispering a small no. It was quiet for a second, until you felt a soft kiss pressed against your lips, wandering down your neck. When he suddenly reached your collarbone, you couldn't help but open your eyes, your hand involuntarily landing in his hair.

"Good morning," he grinned, giving you another peck on your lips. "Ready to prove that we're the perfect couple?"

"If you keep forcing me to stand up, I'll make sure that Jake will be my acting partner."

"Ouch," he chuckled again. "And here I thought you loved me."

You rolled your eyes. "I never said that."

▪︎▪︎▪︎

Breakfast was uneventful, but mostly because you didn't meet Jake. You hoped that he was feeling better today, but Heeseung wanted to speak with him first and apologize for his behavior. So you got comfortable on the couch, accompanied by Sunoo, and talked a bit more about the show he was supposed to audition for until Heeseung returned.

"How is he?"

Heeseung sighed, letting himself fall next to you.

"I don't think he slept all night. But he seems to be doing okay, considering everything."

You nodded, silence falling over the room.

"He still wants to do the workshop."

"That's good."

Another wave of silence, the ticking of a clock the only sound in the room.

"Okay, this is ridiculous." Sunoo almost sprung up, eyes fixated on you and Heeseung. "The workshop won't work if the atmosphere is this awkward. I'm gonna get Jake."

Now he really jumped up, almost rushing out of his room, leaving you behind. To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You hadn't seen him after the talk, and you didn't know how he would react to you and Heeseung. But Sunoo was right, if the atmosphere continued to be this tense no one would be able to succeed today, and all the hard work would have been for nothing.

"Hey." Jakes quiet mumble ripped you out of your thoughts. Heeseung was right, it really seemed like he didn't sleep at all, his eyes a slight red and dark circles under them. You didn't really know how to react, your first instinct was to hug him but that might not be the best idea.

"Didn't know you were practicing for a horror show." Sunoo grinned, a small attempt to lighten the mood a bit. "You look like a corpse."

To everyone's surprise Jake let out a small chuckle, his locks falling in his face when he shook his head. "Guess I need to borrow someone's makeup today."

"Not sure that can help you anymore." You threw a small smile in his direction, getting one back in return.

"Let's hope Sunghoon will forgive me then."

Jake sat down on the couch with a small groan, a hand nervously running through his hair.

"How are you-"

"I'm okay," Jake interrupted you, looking up. "I'm sorry, I-"

He took a deep breath. "Well, I suppose everyone already knows what's going on, so… it hurts, of course, but I'm okay. Really."

"I'm glad to hear that." And mostly you were relieved. Of course you still wanted him to be okay now, but it already sounded better than yesterday. And ignoring his eyes he looked better than yesterday too.

"I heard you and Sunoo are planning to act together?" Heeseung chimed in, an interested look on his face. Jake's nervous mood seemed to dissolve in an instant.

"We are! Well, I'm forcing him. You should have seen him yesterday, the way he imitates Sunghoon is so funny."

"Oh? I've only seen Sunoo cursing him."

Sunoo tried to hide his face behind his hands, but you could still see the red on his cheeks shining through.

"Please stop, I'm really not that good."

"Lies!" The room erupted in quiet laughter when you, Jake and Heeseung spoke at the same time. Now it really almost felt like before, when you got along. Although… was there really a time when you all got along? Probably not, so maybe this was even better.

"I have to admit though that I've been cursing Sunghoon myself more than once," Jake grinned. "And speaking of him: are we all ready for today?"

"Don't remind me. When are they supposed to come?"

The doorbell rang.

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It was hard not to get nervous when so many pairs of eyes were resting on you. Sunghoon, Jay, Taehyun and Soobin had been settling on a couch, Sunoo squeezing somewhere in between, while the rest of you stood in front of it, waiting for directions.

"Heeseung, I hope you're feeling better today. Sunoo told me you were feeling sick?"

"I told you I shouldn't cook," Sunoo grinned, nodding towards Heeseung. The boy next to you let out a quiet sigh of relief, mouthing a thank you to Sunoo when the others didn't look. Who knew how Sunghoon had reacted when he knew the truth - he'd probably fire Heeseung without hesitation.

"Okay!" Taehyun spoke up, demanding everyone's attention. "We want to see the different dynamics again today. Every one of you will play some different scenes with each other, and we'll take a close look. Our decision will be made tomorrow."

Jake and Heeseung were supposed to play the first scene, so you took the time to sit next to Sunoo, who threw an excited smile in your direction.

"Thank you for the little lie," you whispered while Sunghoon was distracted giving orders. "Who knows what else might have happened."

"Of course. As long as you don't tell Sunghoon that I didn't actually spend every night at the house?"

"How shocking." You grinned at him, eyes opened in playful surprise. "Don't worry, I would never tell him."

"Ugh. Just imagine what would have happened if I actually stayed with you 24/7."

"Probably a lot less drama."

"Are you kidding me? You and Heeseung would still be at each other's throats and the show would have been canceled days ago."

"You're probably right," you huffed, trying to suppress a laugh.

Heeseung and Jake's scene went surprisingly well, so it was over quickly. Next up would be you and Jake, taking place in front of each other.

"Is that okay with you?"

He nodded, although his eyes looked nervous. "We're going to ace this."

"Yes, we are."

And you did- until you were supposed to kiss each other. You just nervously stood in front of each other, avoiding each other's look. This didn't feel right. Not just because Heeseung was sitting right there, looking at you two, but because you saw the look in Jakes face when you did manage to look. It was a mixture of nerves, fear and hurt. How could you kiss him when you had only rejected him yesterday? He seemed to think the same, only giving you a small peck on the cheek before Taehyun stopped the scene.

"I'm sorry," Jake whispered before he went to sit on the couch.

"Me too."

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To no one's surprise - well, Jake and Sunoo at least - you and Heeseung did more than well. Even Taehyun and Sunghoon couldn't stop saying their praises - at least for a second. Anything else would have felt weird coming from those two anyway. And the second round went well for everyone too, especially since this one didn't include any kissing. Before you knew it, the guys already said their goodbyes, promising to come back tomorrow to tell their decision, and your group of four sat down at dinner.

"I just want to say that no matter how it will end tomorrow, I had a great time with you three." Sunoos' voice was slightly shaking, his eyes glistening with tears. "And I'm really gonna miss whoever has to leave. It's unfair that they're going to make this decision."

"They won't have to."

The table instantly fell silent, all eyes focused on Jake.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry to attack you all like this but… I've decided to drop out."

"What?" You wouldn't be surprised if Sunoo actually started crying, a look of pure betrayal on his face. "Just like this?"

"I've been thinking about it since yesterday. I just don't think I can do my best at this show if I have to keep thinking of… you know."

"I'm sorry." Jakes eyes met you, a sad smile on his face.

"Don't be. It's okay, I just fear I'm not that good of an actor to overplay it."

"Nonsense. If anyone can do it, it's you."

"I have to agree with Sunoo. But I understand." Heeseung mumbled, but he was clear to understand.

"I'm sure you two will do amazing. And don't you dare to apologize again, y/n. You know I already have a very exciting project waiting for me, even if this one is over."

Sunoo grinned, nodding excitedly. "Right. You should feel sorry for me that I might have to work with him."

Heeseung let out a chuckle, eyes darting between him and Jake. "I bet it would go a lot better than Jake and me as acting partners."

"Just imagine," Jake sighed dramatically. "Us two playing a couple while fighting for y/ns heart."

"I would choose Sunoo. Without hesitation."

"As you should."

The room erupted in laughter, the atmosphere suddenly relaxed again. Of course you felt sorry for Jake, but you were convinced it was the right decision, for all of you. And especially for Jake.

"Okay. We need to celebrate Jakes last day here, don't you think? It's time to go out and party." Sunoo was almost hitting the table, jumping up with enthusiasm. His eyes were now shining with excitement, the sadness from a few minutes ago washed away.

"Sunoo… I'm really sorry but I think I should stay away from drinks for a while."

"Yes, you should." Heeseung was being watched with furrowed brows, Sunoo remembering the events two nights ago with a shiver.

"What about a movie night?"

"Yes!" Now Sunoo actually sprung up, grabbing your hand. "We'll pick out a movie!"

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20 minutes later you had decided on one, all taking place on the couch. At first you were hesitant to sit next to Heeseung, but after a small smile from Jake and a nod you found yourself leaning against him, one of Heeseungs arm slung around you. It was a joyful night, even though the occasion was sad. The movie was soon forgotten when you exchanged anecdotes, talked about everything you could think of. It was insane how close you had grown over those past few days, how comfortable everyone was with each other. And how hard it was to say goodbye that night, no matter how many times Jake promised to say a proper goodbye before he actually left tomorrow.

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uhm... hi? 😬 i'm so, so sorry that this got delayed, i'm still struggling a bit with time management. but i'm doing my best to not make it happen again! this chapter ended up kinda boring and i apologize for that too, but i hope you still like it!

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Camp prep '23 - Days 4 & 5

Lol I forgot about this again yesterday because I'm terrible. 💀 I'm gonna skip the free Friday this week (Day 3) and do Days 4 & 5 in one post while I'm thinking of it.

4. Tell us about your MC.

cw: some non-detailed discussion of violence in a prison context.

So I want to preface this by saying that in The Dotted Line, everyone goes exclusively by their prison nicknames. The only time you learn someone's real name is either if it gets revealed in an administrative context, through paperwork, the protagonist's flashback/recollection scenes where his real name is occasionally used, or conversation between inmates who know each other well. This is because virtually everyone goes by nicknames in American state prisons, and it's actually common for inmates not to know each other's real names. Nicknames are typically given based on an attribute or characteristic of the person - eg. someone from Detroit being nicknamed "Detroit," a quiet inmate being nicknamed "Mouse," a person in prison for murder being called "Killer," etc.

Now that that's out of the way, our protagonist is nicknamed "Scarface" - obviously after the 1983 Al Pacino movie, but it's because he has a visible facial scar. Another inmate (a supporting character) gave him the nickname. He actually likes it because it "sounds cool," despite his cellmate thinking it's in such poor taste that he refuses to use it (read: the cellmate knows how Scarface got the scar - our protagonist basically told the cellmate his entire pre-prison life story because he is literally incapable of shutting up - and is a decent person).

I'd consider Scarface a villain protagonist, but I won't go into why because spoilers! He was incarcerated on a life sentence without parole for first degree murder and, following classification, was placed in a Level 3 (medium security) state prison. Once "plan A" for getting out of prison fails (read: it was fucking ridiculous and it's practically inconceivable that he actually thought it would work unless you know him), his objective becomes to escape, à la Shawshank Redemption except he's way too impatient to actually dig into a wall for 20+ years. He's also absolutely convinced his escape plot will work for some reason (again: once you get to know him this becomes more understandable, albeit still ridiculous).

In terms of his personality - on the surface, he tends to be laid back and get along with anyone, but has a superiority complex and harbors a musing contempt for most people. Will be nice, endearing, polite, and charming to your face, but won't hesitate to stab you in the back if you fuck with him or get in his way. He's disadvantaged in multiple ways in a prison setting (he's a young, relatively small-built guy), which he makes up for by knowing how to get on the right people's good side (with some crucial help early on) and, when all else fails, bribery. Despite this, he tends to pretty vigilant, but he'll also put himself into an absolutely brainlessly risky situation for no reason if it sounds even mildly like it could be a good time. He can be playful and fun to be around, but make no mistake: he'll tell you he doesn't bite, and he's lying.

Another interesting thing about him is his almost superhuman ability to retain his cool and respond neutrally in situations that would traumatize most people. I feel like most people in prison get desensitized to random acts of violence and whatnot, but this man will literally witness, like, a gruesome murder and internally be like "anyways when's lunch" lmao. Personally I feel like it's a combination of just his natural disposition (my dude's baseline affect is flatter than a cutting board) and the fact that he's Seen Shit. I find his internal world pretty fascinating.

5. What genre is your WIP?

Primarily psychological horror, but there's a dark comedy element because that's how the narrator rolls. Also elements of crime (it's set in a prison) and I play around with some slasher tropes.

#i literally word vomited in 4 jesus christ #writing #campprepapril23 #camp nanowrimo #tdl

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Book Review #103 of 2023--

The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher. Rating: 4 stars.

Read from August 17th to 18th.

Kingfisher yet again writes from another genre and yet again does such a good job. I won't say she knocked it out of the park because Horror isn't always my jam, but I really don't understand how she can so confidently and so competently jump from genre to genre and do it well. This is my fourth from this author and none of those books came from the same genre at all. But I still always seem to have a good time with her work. I was planning on reading this one in three days but finished it in two thanks to a day off from work and the book being so compelling. I read over 100 pages in one sitting and read over two-thirds of the novel yesterday.

I know that when I read Kingfisher I can always count on her to provide three things: 1) characters I enjoy and can root for, 2) a setting that is both creepy and so well described I feel like I'm practically there, 3) a plot that keeps me turning the pages. These characters include an editor and her dog who are trying to clean out the editor's grandmother's house after her death, an elderly neighbor who can put up a damn good fight, and a couple of marginalized people who show that all people are just that--people. The dumb, ridiculous, overly friendly dog had my heart so fast. I thought this was going to take a turn for the worst in terms of dog but I can say that he makes it safely to the end of the novel. For those of us who surprisingly care more about a fictional dog's welfare than a fictional human's welfare. But let's not examine that too closely. This was more on the horror side of the whole Mystery/Thriller/Horror mash up which isn't really my jam, but the Mystery was so compelling that I found myself carrying on anyways. Maybe with my hands over my eyes and peering through my fingers, but carrying on.

I don't know that this story in particular could manage to get a higher rating from me. Even if it were longer! Which is usually the thing I recommend for books to get a better rating out of me. But the whole subgenre just isn't for me. It actually feels impressive that this one got 4 stars from me given how much I don't like Horror. But Kingfisher just has such a way of writing a story, making the reader care, and keeping the reader going the whole time. I'm excited to explore more of T. Kingfisher's backlist in the future. I have a couple saved on my library TBR and I will hopefully get to them soon.

#the twisted ones #t. kingfisher #books read in 2023 #2023 reading challenge #goodreads challenge #goodreads #booklr #bookblr #bookstagram #bookish #books

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Well that was an entertaining last OMFG-way-too-many-hours. So yesterday evening I initially took it pretty easy, mostly just finishing off the quest lines for my armourer and mechanic, doing the dailies for the other three workers, and doing a daily and the weekend Nexus Quicksilver missions. By which time it was getting close-ish to when my void egg quests were due to tick over again (which would be just after 9pm my time), so since I’d popped into my freighter to drop some stuff off in storage, I decided I might as well try out some freighter base building.

My egg ticked over while I was still there. I got the bug where you keep the egg you already have, plus get the newest version of the egg. Timer said it’d roll over to final egg by around 7:30pm today, if my mental math wasn’t failing me.

After finishing the Seeds of Glass step to manufacture the Growing Singularity for the egg, I decided to work on the Dreams of the Deep quest a bit before going to bed. Ended up grinding it all the way through, then stopped by my base to throw some stuff in the storage cube and noticed... what the hell... the singularity had already matured, and when I checked the Starbirth quest in my log, I was being prompted to begin the final part of it. My guess is that the egg duplicating like that caused the game to correctly state one of the usual 19-24 hour maturation times, but actually reuse the time at which the egg matured the previous night, several hours after last night’s maturation. So I basically had the the quest timeline cut short by more than half a day. I am definitely not complaining.

I happily went off and did the Soul Chamber part to get the Archived Soul, then did a manual save. And then started the seemingly endless cycle of go do final hand-in, check out the random living ship to see if I like it or not, and then reload the manual save to do it all over again. For over six hours, not including time for a shower, change of clothes, breakfast, and lunch (yeah I pulled another all-nighter on this ridiculous game). Also I sometimes teleported or portaled elsewhere to do the final hand-in in a different system for a bit, when I was feeling particularly aggravated by repeating nearly the same short in-system hop over and over again. Eventually went back to where I started though, since at least it was bouncing me between two planets with unobjectionable weather instead of sending me into nuclear hellscapes or raging blizzards or firestorms or whatever (it tried to send me to an aggressive sentinel moon in one solar system - that was a very fast nope right on back out of there)

I had my wants narrowed down to “pedestal base, mohawk, colours I preferably kinda sorta like and can at least live with”. Which finally showed up; the main colour of the head and the fin undersides is more of a dark cream or pale yellow than the green or turquoise I most wanted (though at least the shifting overlay texture makes her look greenish in many lighting conditions). I decided I could live with the pink that’s the main colour on the fins, and basically I love how completely overblown frilly she is. Which is amusing me since IRL I am not a big fan of either frills or pink.

Between her flowery appearance, the pedestal base and the “beard” jaw overlay, I was definitely getting a Little Shop of Horrors vibe about her appearance, so obviously she had to be an Audrey, though I might make her an Audrey III instead of her current Audrey II.

Speaking of starship names, I still haven’t come up with a good name for the blue exotic.

So I’ve now gone from my original starship and a temporary solar ship to three keepers in under 48 hours. I have so much grinding to do. Probably be weeks until I’m ready to even think of looking for a 4th ship at all seriously.

But right now it’s time go get some rest, and then this evening I’ll be moving galaxies at last, and establishing at least a tiny foothold base to do my exploration from. It’ll probably take a while to find good spots for the two more ambitious bases I want to tackle first; I plan to be very picky about planetary weather and colours/flora, plus a complete lack of sentinels is a must.

#No Man's Sky #Starships #Living Ship #Starbirth #Euclid Galaxy

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Jon wears a leather jacket to work. No one is immune.

Jon’s running late.

He doesn’t often run late. Ever since he got the promotion, he’s been working overtime- coming in early, staying late, sometimes not leaving at all. He had a mess on his hands, and its one he intends to fix.

So while it’s been some time since he’s seen Rosie at the front desk, it isn’t enough for her to do a double take. But that she does, her usually stoic face going red and her eyes widening in what looks like shock. That’s a bit dramatic.

“O-Oh!” She’s stuttering. Rosie never stutters. “G-Good morning, Jon. You look- you’re looking very nice today!”

That can’t be true. He slept through his alarm, something he hasn’t done in ages. He didn’t have time to comb his hair and decided to leave it in the messy bun from yesterday- at least it’s out of his way. He skipped shaving altogether and couldn’t find his usual cardigan, instead resorting to an old, beat up leather jacket from college. It’s seen better days, and it reeks of guilty cigarettes snuck in his most desperate hours. The picture of professionalism he is not.

“Um, okay,” is the only response he can think of giving, scurrying past her desk and down to the basement. He doesn’t have time to parse that interaction out, not when his assistants are probably already gathered round, gossiping about his absence. Sure enough Tim’s sitting on Sasha’s desk, smirking and whispering something as he walks through the door, keeping his head down with a grumbled “Good morning.”

The chatter instantly stops. He hazards a glance to find Tim and Sasha, open-mouthed and staring in what can only be horror or fear. He was never any good at reading people.

“Good Lord,” Tim whispers, borrowing a phrase from Jon’s book. It sounds odd coming from his mouth, and even stranger in that soft tone. Tim’s deafening on a good day, and Jon’s never seen his golden skin turn quite so red.

“Good morning, Jon,” Sasha’s smirking, her voice turning velvety and smooth. He’s heard her use that tone in bars when she wants another round for the table. Never in the Archives. And never once has it been aimed at him. Jon bristles.

“What is going on?” he asks impatiently, running a hand through messy hair. He could swear Tim gulps. “Do I have something on my-”

He’s interrupted by a loud, high-pitched squeal, followed by the shattering sound of two mugs full of hot tea hitting the tile. He jumps back to avoid the mess, scowling at the man in front of him. Martin looks like he’s having a coronary; Jon wasn’t aware faces could turn that red. And he, too, is staring.

“I’m late, I don’t have time for this,” he says, side-stepping the spreading puddle and throwing a scowl at Martin’s gaping face. “Clean this up.” He walks away to sputtered apologies and a snicker from Sasha. What’s gotten into them today?

He shuts the door with a decisive click, should anyone think of bothering him.

_________

And not an hour later, someone does.

He answers Martin’s tentative knock with a curt “Come in.” Martin’s looking at his feet as he shuffles in with a cup of tea, his face only slightly less red. He stands as far away as possible when he deposits it on his desk, refusing to meet Jon’s eyes and likely not seeing his nod of thanks. But instead of leaving, he just stands there.

“Do you need something?” Martin jumps at his voice, raising his eyes minutely before lowering them again. What in the world…?

“Y-Your jacket.” He flushes again and Jon’s starting to think he should really see a doctor about that. “You’re still wearing it.”

He is. He hadn’t given it much thought; it’s cold down in the Archives, and sometimes he’ll go all day with a jacket or cardigan over his shoulders. Still, Martin’s right- it doesn’t look very professional. He starts to shrug out of it when Martin throws his hands out in front of him, like Jon’s about to cut the wrong wire on a bomb.

“N-No!” His voice comes out high and strangled. It’s very irritating. “Don’t!”

“What on earth is going on with you-”

“It’s just- you shouldn’t! Not if you’re cold.” Martin gives him a weak smile that Jon doesn’t return. “Wouldn’t want you to get s-sick or something!”

Jon stares. “Please leave.”

“O-Okay.” Martin backs out of the room. Jon keeps the jacket on.

It is cold.

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Thirty minutes later, Sasha comes in with a file he doesn’t need. She lingers with some inane chatter which is very much unlike her, and her phone’s positioned awkwardly in front of her. If Jon didn’t know any better, he’d think she was taking a photo.

The last straw comes when Tim leans in the doorway, a leer on his face. That always means trouble.

“Come to drop off an unnecessary document?” he snarks, slamming a book closed. He’s tired of this game they’re playing. “Maybe finish whatever strange prank you’ve got planned? You know I don’t have time for-”

“Boss.” Tim’s face goes serious, an alarming sign for him. “I have to tell you something. And I promise I’m not making fun of you or anything. I know where your mind goes.”

Jon rolls his eyes at the dramatics. “If you insist-”

“Jon.” Tim comes closer and Jon subconsciously shifts back in his chair. “Objectively, this is the hottest you’ve ever looked.”

What?

Tim raises a finger. “Don’t give me that. I mean, did you look in the mirror today?”

Well, that’s a bit uncalled for. Jon knows he looks a bit scruffy, but this teasing has got to stop. He’s starting to feel a bit insulted. “Tim-”

“You look good. You look dangerous.”

“That’s not a compliment-!”

“Like you ride a motorcycle,” Tim continues, inching closer. His eyes are staring intently into Jon’s, but it seems like he’s lost in his own little world. “Or maybe you’re in a gang, or an underground syndicate. You’ve got a rough past but really, a heart of gold.” Perhaps Tim’s drunk. Or on drugs. He could be on drugs. It’s the only thing that would explain whatever the hell...this is.

“I meet you at a bar,” Tim’s sat down now, right in front of Jon’s desk. Instead of throwing his legs over the side of the chair he leans forward on his knees, still with that disconcerting eye contact. “You’ve stepped out for a smoke.” Oh God, can he smell it? “I’ve had a few too many. You say ‘Got a light?’ in a dark, husky voice.”

“Husky?”

“I nod, flicking my lighter on and raising the flame to your cigarette. You look me directly in the eyes as you inhale-” At this Tim does his own little breathy intake, a finger to his lips as if he’s putting on a one-man show. And Jon- well, Jon’s not immune.

Tim sighs, leaning back in his seat and letting his hands fall back into his lap. “And the rest? Is history.” He takes a moment to recover, blinking slowly. Jon stares.

“What I mean to say is-” Suddenly Tim’s back again, as if the previous minute had never happened. “-do you want to get a drink later?”

What the fuck?

Jon opens his mouth but then pauses, considers. It’s been a week. He’s tired, at the end of his rope. And maybe-

Maybe he misses Tim. Just a little. They did used to have fun, sometimes. Before all of this. Back when they were friends.

“Okay.”

Tim blinks. “What?”

“I’ll come,” Jon agrees, though the rational part of him wants to take it back. But Tim’s in front of him-ridiculous, charming, idiotic Tim- and how can he resist? “But I don’t smoke anymore, so I’m afraid I can’t quite live up to your fantasies.” Tim barks out a laugh and Jon finds himself smiling back, his face growing warm.

Perhaps he should wear this thing more often.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28491015

#my writing #tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #jontim #jonmartin #a little bit #and mostly pining #fluff #just a ridiculous idea that wouldn't let me go im sorry

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Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader | Genre: fluff | Warnings: none | WC: 1.6k

Request: I'm so glad your requests are open. Can I request a fluffy fic where Hyunjin teaches his gf how to ride a skateboard.

You grumbled to yourself as Hyunjin’s mother finished taping the pillows around your front and back, “I think you’re good to go, dear,” She said with a grin, patting your arm, “Although, I really don’t think Hyunjin would let you fall,” She teased, laughing at you and your antics.

“I can’t take any chances, Mrs. Hwang. I made him see the new conjuring movie yesterday, and let’s just say, he was not happy,” His mom only laughed and sent you on your way. You didn’t care what you looked like right now. All you knew is that if you fell attempting this, you weren’t gonna die.

“What took—Y/N!” Hyunjin stared at you as you stepped out to the driveway. He was horrified at the sight, “I have neighbors, Y/N! You can’t just walk around looking like a marshmallow!” He hissed and you only rolled your eyes. You didn’t care how ridiculous you looked, this was a matter of life and death.

You had a blue helmet on, safety goggles you had found laying under Hyunjin’s bed, followed by two large pillows taped to your chest and back. There were elbow pads securely over your elbows and you had politely asked Mrs Hwang if you could tape two of the smaller decorative pillows over your shoulders and with a chuckle, she helped. To top it off, you even had knee pads on, but also two pillows. One for each shin. And lastly, you were wearing one of the butt chairs and had found a way to tighten the straps so tight so it wouldn’t fall down.

“It’s just skateboarding!” He groaned out, looking each way at the houses around you two.

“At least they won’t see me crack my head open or something!” You said, walking towards him. Hyunjin groaned again, wondering just what in the hell he had gotten himself into when he started dating you.

As much as he loved and adored you, there were still times where he questioned why he got himself into this position. He liked you a lot and you two hadn’t been together for too long. Hence why you suggested to watch a horror movie and why he had agreed to go. He didn’t want to seem like a wimp or a baby in your eyes. The screaming at the top of his lungs in the theater definitely didn’t give that away or anything. You couldn’t help but laugh at the top of your lungs at him, with a half-hearted apology in between. That’s when he had proposed to teach you how to skateboard. All his friends were into it and it really wasn’t that hard to learn, but he knew you were terrified of it for whatever reason. You truly did believe that one wrong fall would be paralyzed for the rest of your life.

It was only fair that you had to learn. He went through something he quite frankly preferred not to do, so now it was your turn. So, you agreed. Considering you practically made him piss his pants at the theatre during the fim, it was only fair that you could now piss your pants trying this. Plus, you liked Hyunjin and he liked skateboarding a lot, you wanted to try it for him and join in on activities he likes as well as see if you could see what all the hype was about.

“Whatever,” He muttered as he dropped the skateboard onto the ground, “Here, you’re going to put your feet like this. Watch me first.”

Hyunjin did just that, he demonstrated how to stand on the board properly to balance yourself and hold your weight with your right foot towards the end, your left towards the top, “You need to put more weight on your back foot depending on which way you want to turn or if you want to stop. But we’ll get to that. Let’s just try to get you to stand on it first.”

You gulped, staring at the deathtrap. How could one actually enjoy this? It was just a wooden board with four wheels of death attached to it. Nothing to keep you from falling or save you from it.

“C’mon, chicken,” He teased lovingly, holding his hand out for you to take. You narrowed your eyes at the boy in front of you before taking a hold of his hand, “Remember, right foot towards the back,” He said and you listened, hesitantly placing your foot down, “Now the left. At the top and make sure you are quick or else you’ll kick the board up.”

You managed to do it, albeit a bit shaky. You smiled brightly at your positive attempt, “I did it!” You cheered excitedly and Hyunjin chuckled, hands still holding your arms, “Standing on it is nothing baby, now we move.”

He gently let go of you, but kept his arms out just in case and the moment you began rolling away, you freaked out, instantly gripping his shoulders with both your hands, “It’s moving, Hyunjin! Why is it moving?!”

He laughed at you, hands firmly on your waist and holding you steady, “Because that’s what it does, silly. It moves and that’s how you skate,” You pouted at him and he sent you a fond smile, “This time, I promise I’ll hold your waist and when you’re ready, you can let go of my shoulders.”

You slowly nodded your head in understanding, you could do that much. Letting go of his shoulders though? Probably not. Pillows strapped all over you or not, you were definitely falling on him and not the cement ground, “Ready?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Not really but I guess I don’t have a choice,” You said back on impulse.

He chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “I’ve got you, bub. Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall,a’ You sighed and nodded, letting him slowly start to roll you down the driveway and to the sidewalk. You didn’t let go and neither did he.

“We’re gonna turn right. Push back on your right foot a little hard and move the board,” Of course, It didn’t go as planned. You tried but you definitely put too much force and abruptly stopped, causing you to yelp and jump off the board. Hyunjin laughed at you and shook his head, “I told you I wouldn’t let you fall. Now, let’s try again.”

You pouted, not wanting to go through it all again, “Scary movies,” He said sternly and you huffed, grabbing back on to his shoulders and stepping on the board. With a smug smile, Hyunjin started moving you again, this time getting a little faster.

“You’re so lucky I might love you,” You muttered, not aware that you had said it out loud which seemed to shock him, understandably. He let go of your waist, mouth opening wide in surprise and yours mimicked his considering he had let go of you. Your head whipped around to see what on earth happened and why you were suddenly rolling down the hill alone.

But Hyunjin was staring at you shell-shocked while you were rolling away, “YOU STUPID!” You shouted in fear, “MAKE IT STOP!” That seemed to snap Hyunjin out of his daze and he started jogging towards you.

“Push back! All the way back! Like you did when you tried to turn!” He shouted but it was too late. The sidewalk was uneven and you hit it, sending you sprawling on to the concrete.

“Y/N!” Hyunjin yelled, running towards you and kneeling down.

You had your eyes squeezed shut in panic, mumbling to yourself, “I’m dead. I’m so dead. This is how it feels to die.”

Hyunjin couldn’t help but throw his head back in laughter, “You’re not dead, idiot. I’ve got you.”

You peeked an eye open to see Hyunjin smiling over you, “YAH!” You said with a raised voice, sitting up and pushing at his chest, “How could you just let me go like that?!”

He sat back on his feet and smiled warmly at you,“You just surprised me is all,” he said.

Standing up and thoroughly checking yourself for any scrapes or cuts, you were satisfied when you saw none, “Surprised you? I think you just wanted me to die,” You muttered and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist as best as he could despite the pillows and pecked your lips.

“So you don’t love me?” He teased.

Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and then your eyes went wide in horror. You hadn’t even realized you had said that out loud, “Oh, god! Push me on the skateboard again! Let me crash!” Hyunjin laughed again, pulling you closer. Well, as close as the pillows strapped to you would allow him.

“I love you too, marshmallow,” He murmured and you felt your cheeks heat up and the butterflies hatch out of their cocoons in the pit of your stomach and flutter about. You smiled at him as he pushed the helmet back a bit and kissed your forehead, “Let’s try again? No surprises this time.”

You nodded and took his hand, “If you let me fall this time, we’re having a scary movie marathon for two days straight and there is no way I’ll let you out of it. I’ll make sure you really piss your pants.”

He shook his head with a smile, “Yes ma’am.”

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