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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer Park Steve AU part 5

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“…Henderson? Oh, holy shit, Henderson!!”

Eddie sounds like a kid on Christmas morning as he comes bounding across the street, movements like a great dane tripping over gangly limbs. He barrels into Dustin and tackles him in a great big hug, swings him off the ground in a circle and puts him back down so they can do some elaborate handshake with slaps and switchbacks and an ending tap-tap of their ankle bones.

What the fuck?

Steve watches this whole thing go down with his hands on his hips and his face doing something horribly sour because seriously what the actual fuck? Stupid handshakes with Henderson are his thing.

“What are you doing here, man?” Munson asks Dustin with a jovial pat on the back. Dustin’s squeezing him around the middle, tucked into his side like a little kid hugging a giant teddy bear, face just lit the fuck up with excitement over this. Steve feels his nostrils flare in a brief flash of petty rage.

“Steve!” he shouts happily. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re neighbors with Eddie?”

Eddie’s face falls when he looks up and sees Steve. Feeling’s mutual, dickwad.

“You’re here to see Harrington?” He asks in a voice like flat soda, all the earlier enthusiasm sucked out into the void. He takes a tiny step away from Dustin — just the smallest bit of distance, a subtle lightening of his touch against his shoulder — but Steve doesn’t miss the flicker of hurt that passes between Dustin’s brows. As if he needed another reason to hate this guy.

“Uh, yeah?” Dustin asks, confusion coloring his tone. “He’s my brother.”

“He’s your what?”

Steve’s chest swells with pride. “He said I’m his brother.”

“Not my blood brother,” Dustin clarifies, and Eddie makes a little noise. “But yeah. He’s fucking awesome. And you’re fucking awesome—”

“Language?” Steve tries for Claudia’s sake, but Dustin’s on a roll now, getting louder and more exuberant as he starts talking with his hands.

“—And oh, holy shit, this is the best! Wait ‘til I tell Mike and Lucas about this. With you guys living so close, we can hang out all the time! And we won’t even have to make two bike rides!”

Dustin leans in to squeeze Eddie in another hug, so stoked he’s bouncing on his toes a little (so stoked he doesn’t even bother to ask Eddie if it’s cool if the whole party shows up at his door, but that’s Dusty for you). His face is turned into the front of Eddie’s shirt, and over the top of his baseball cap Eddie gives Steve this look that Steve’s pretty sure he returns. Serious. Somber. Resigned. A fucking gallows stare, because…

Because fuck. Fucking- goddammit.

They’re gonna have to pretend to tolerate each other now. For Dustin.

Steve’s left eye starts to twitch.

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“Are you selling him drugs?”

“Excuse the fuck outta you??”

Okay. Yeah. Bad start. Backtrack. Steve knows this is not the right way to approach a conversation, especially not when it’s Saturday night and you just interrupted your neighbor’s house party to be an accusatory dick to him. The Munson trailer door is wide open behind Eddie, and Steve can see a couple guys he vaguely recognizes from school sitting in the living room — a chubby white dude, a nerdy black guy, and a baby-faced kid with a scowl to rival Mike’s. They’re eating pizza and smoking cigarettes and sipping some cheap-ass brand of beer, and Steve is clearly interrupting.

“Sorry,” he tries again.

“Wow,” Eddie smirks. “Didn’t know you knew that word.”

“Shut up, man- just— ugh.” He takes a deep breath, wills himself to stop rolling his eyes at the guy he needs to ask a favor. “I’m sorry, okay? Can I just talk to you for a second?”

Eddie considers him for a moment; chin tilted up, lips pursed; and then he steps onto the porch and shuts the door behind him. “I’m listening,” he murmurs around a fresh cigarette, hand cupped around the end to light it.

He holds the pack out to Steve. “You want one?”

“Do I- what?”

Eddie shakes the box for emphasis. “Do you want one?”

“No, I heard you, I just…” The weird ceasefire between them is tripping him the hell up. He doesn’t think it’ll go too well if he says that out loud, though. “…Yeah. Fuck it. Thanks.”

“Sure.”

They smoke in silence for a moment, shoulder to shoulder, looking out into the dark of the woods that kind of freak Steve out if he lets himself look too long. Something about the branches like long, spindly fingers in the dark; like jittering spider legs; like a Mindflayer made of—

“You wanted to ask me something?”

Steve rubs his brow with his thumb, lets the panic out on a slow breath. “Yeah, I just… Look, I’m not trying to— I mean, I shouldn’t accuse you of anything, man. I just spent the afternoon getting myself all worked up thinking about it after he left, and- and Claudia needs me to look out for the kid, so—”

“Who the hell is Claudia?”

Steve tilts his head at him. “Dustin’s mom?”

“Oh.”

“I thought you two were close.”

Eddie shakes his head, curls bouncing around his shoulders, “Nah, man, not yet really. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the little guy’s cool and all — smart as shit, too—”

“Isn’t he?”

“Fucking genius. He’s gonna cure cancer or some shit, I swear.”

Steve catches himself smiling; hides it behind another quick puff of smoke.

“Anyway,” Eddie says, “I don’t really, like, know the dude. We just met because I run Hellfire.”

Oh. “The DnD club?” No wonder Dusty’s obsessed.

Eddie shoots him a look, a quick blink of pleasant surprise. “Yeah, exactly.”

“Cool. He loves that game.” Steve pulls in more smoke, takes his time on the exhale; lets the nicotine buzz swim in his veins. He forgot how nice it feels. “So yeah, Claudia— his mom—asked me to look out for him, y’know? And I just, I know you used to supply the weed for my house parties and shit— and it was good quality shit and all but I don’t—”

“Hold on,” Eddie says, snorting a little in disbelief. “You think I’m gonna sell weed to Dustin?”

Huh. “You wouldn’t?”

“Hell no! One, he’s way too young; that shit’s, like, bad for young minds or something, allegedly.”

Steve frowns to himself, thinking back to him and Tommy smoking weed in Tommy’s basement in middle school; the brain damage they probably gave themselves doing it. Whoops.

“Secondly, can he even smoke? I thought he was sick or something.”

“What? Why would you think he’s sick?” Oh, shit, is he sick? Does Steve not know about it because he missed all those family dinners?

“Dude, take a breath.” Eddie waves a dismissive hand, wafting smoke in pretty tendrils under the trailer’s flood light. “I just meant, like, chronically. ‘Cause of his bones and shit?”

“Oh,” Steve breathes, relieved. “Oh, yeah, no, he’s fine, he’s just like missing collarbones and stuff; he can bend like Gumby.”

Eddie laughs at that, dimple popping out, and Steve can’t help but laugh a little, too, remembering the last time he told someone that. “Don’t tell him I said that, though, he’ll get pissed.”

“Scout’s honor,” Eddie salutes.

“You a boy scout, Munson?”

“Nah, Harrington. Just figured you were.” His eyes are bright and playful, sort of magnetic as he drops the last of his cigarette and stubs it out with the toe of his boot. “Anyway, I gotta get back to the boys. You wanna stick around for a beer, or are you satisfied with my answer, Nanny Steve?”

“Okay, do not fuckin’ call me that,” Steve laughs, sharp and short. Tries to season the words with a glare, but Eddie’s face is too impish and pleased to hold on to any real anger. “And I appreciate the offer, but I think your friends would try to kill me.”

“Mm, yeah,” Eddie agrees, wiggling his fingers as he waves a hand to gesture at the whole of Steve. “Gareth is not exactly a fan of your kind.”

Aaand he’s pissed again. Jesus Christ. “My kind?”

“Yeah. Jocks? Rich assholes?” His lips tip up in a crooked smirk, “Or, well—”

“Don’t.”

Steve’s just done with his stupid jokes suddenly, and Eddie must hear how much he means it because he raises his palms in surrender and steps back. Always stepping back and away, this guy. Fucking coward.

Steve doesn’t know why he reacts like this, but the shame is turning to fiery fury in his gut, curdling his blood like sour milk, pricking hot at his lash line. Damn it; he’s not about to let Eddie Munson of all people see him cry.

He scoffs at himself, shoves his hands into his pockets. “Whatever, man,” he sniffs as he turns his back on him, “Enjoy your party. Screw you.”

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The most pathetic part, Steve thinks to himself as he writhes and twists in his tangled, sweaty sheets; 2am and he’s up again after a nightmare because of fucking course he is; is that somewhere between the insomnia and guilt over the way their conversation imploded earlier, his staring-blindly-at-the-ceiling-until-his-eyeballs-start-to-burn morphs into, like, daydreaming about how it could have gone.

He keeps repeating the scene in his mind, rewinding the tape to let it play out in richer detail.

It goes like this:

1. Eddie comes over.

2. Eddie comes over and apologizes.

3. Eddie comes over in the middle of the night to apologize because he’s so, so sorry that he just can’t wait until morning, even though it wasn’t really his fault; no, Steve’s the sorry one; no, Eddie is; no, they’ll both agree to do better, for the kids.

4. It’s two in the morning, after the cars are all gone and the party’s died down, and Eddie comes quietly across the yard; taps gently on Steve’s window so he doesn’t wake his mom.

Steve leans out and snaps, “What?” because he’s still a little pissed, and Eddie makes big, contrite eyes and plays with his own hands; fingers dancing in nervous circles; spinning rings.

“Listen, I, uh—” Eddie begins, “I might have… Shit, man, I might’ve been a bit of a massive dick earlier, and seeing as we have to play nice on account of the kiddos, I— do you- I mean— come have another smoke with me? Please.”

Please.

It’s a pleasant dream. Steve rewinds again, lets it play out in his head for a few more loops. Falls asleep just as he’s getting the dialogue right.

When he wakes up, Munson’s van is gone.

They don’t talk again for weeks.

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part 6

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midnight-pluto · 7 days

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ROUND 2 : PG.00 — well shit

ROUND 2: dazai osamu x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: When you decided to attend Chuya's volleyball game, you didn't expect to see a familiar face. A face of someone you thought you would've never seen again; what's more annoying however, is seeing said face repeatedly.

TW: talks of a successful suicide

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OCTOBER 18 ; 18:07

IN ALL HONESTY, you were just there for the fact that you all were going to get ice cream afterwards. What you expected was for your team to win, everyone congratulates Chūya, then you both drive to get ice cream.

Your expectations came true, for the most part. Chūya's team won, but when him and other teammates were celebrating you catch a glimpse of a face you had presumed to have died.

Dazai Osamu. Now grown compared to the boy had once knew, still giving the same shit eating grin to a pissed off friend — not a mutual one this time.

Eyes locked onto him, afraid he was going to disappear on you like he had before, Chūya gently slaps your arm to get your attention, "What're you looking at?"

You simply point in the brunettes direction, still unmoving.

"What the fuck?" his eyes widen, two pairs of eyes now locked onto a man they haven't seen in three years.

A man they once knew.

His grin fell as he turned towards your direction, but there was nothing to be seen where you both once stood. "Huh, I swear I felt someone staring at me."

"What're you on about this time, Dazai?" the blond man raised a brow, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Don't worry about it, it’s no longer a matter that’s important to me,” he replied.

“You’re not as edgy as you think when you talk like that.”

Your grip on Chūya's shoulder loosened, as you both slowly turned towards each other. "There's no fucking way that was him," Chūya muttered.

"And here we thought he actually succeeded in killing himself," you huffed out, "Of course he wouldn't be lucky enough for that to happen."

"Well, I guess our night's been ruined," he sighed, kicking his shoes against the gravel, "And you teleported us without letting me change out of my uniform."

"Did you want him to see us or not?" you ask, looking at the frustrated expression on his face.

"I doubt he'd do anything in the first place," he rolled his eyes, "Clearly he wanted to cut all ties with us and start fresh at another school, don't know how he'd manage that with how popular he was here."

"I guess he did grow taller and doesn't have a broken arm this time around," you shrug, amused at Chūya's eyebrow twitch at the mention of height. "Still has that insane look in his eye though, don't know how anyone can miss that.”

Chūya sighed, "Well, people are dumb. Now I'm gonna go change." As he begun to walk away he felt your eyes trailing on his figure, "Don't worry! I'll be back in under ten minutes, you won't be waiting long."

"Good," you say, not loud enough for him to hear though; you didn't feel like shouting right now. Unlocking your car, you hop into the drivers seat and went on your phone as you wait for Chūya.

'SHIT SHIT SHIT shit! Why would those guys be here of all places? To make themselves feel better? That’s actually kinda pathetic… Are they seriously glaring at the back of my head right now?’

Sitting in the booth by yourself, you swallow another serving of ice cream down your throat, pretending to observe the color changing spoon that you were given.

‘Ah yes, the spoon is changing from pink to blue. How cool.’

Tasting the remaining ice cream left on the spoon on your tongue, you glance behind you to see if they had moved and meet Dazai’s eyes.

He was standing behind his friends admiring all the ice cream flavors, his face blank as he continued his make-shift staring contest.

Your eyes widened slightly, but your gaze slightly hardened noticing the intense look in his eyes. You shift yourself so your legs are no longer hiding under the table; ready to get up if he wants to try something.

“Dazai! What flavor do you want?” a voice interrupted, but failed to shake his gaze.

“Cookies n’ cream.”

“Okay!”

A few more moments passed and the frown you initially wore didn’t change, the only thing that caused you both to break your gaze was a white-haired boy handing Dazai his ice cream.

Unbeknownst to you, the brunette looked back only to be met with the back of your head.

You continued to munch on your now somewhat melted ice cream as you could hear footsteps approach your booth.

A sigh made you look up to see a familiar redhead sitting across from you again, “What were you even trying to do there?”

“What do you mean?” you tilt your head as Chūya scooped his ice cream into his mouth.

“That staring contest you both did. Hella weird,” he elaborated.

“The bitch was staring at me and I ain’t no pussy so I stared right back,” you shrug, “Shit, I finished my ice cream.”

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im trying my best to not unintentionally make this an enemies to lovers

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queen-of-reptiles · 4 months

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description: In which megan finnigan and her best friend have long running crushes... on each other

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megan finnigan x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously, i am in no way saying megan is bi-sexual or gay!

warnings: language, cuteness - like so much, mutual pining

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Megan winced as another harsh tackle was done against y/n, the girl falling down painfully but springing up, as soon as she was back on her feet y/n had repossessed the ball.

Once she had done that, she sent it through, the ball being recieved and the goal which came from it making Megan cheer excitedly as she ran at y/n instead of Toni who had scored.

The two met in a hug, Megan whispering into her hair at how well she was holding up against the harsh tackles. The crowd cheered at the sight of the two 'friends'.

The game continued and Aston Villa had managed to get a corner, and considering the current 2-0 defeat they were playing, they were scrambling for a goal just before half time.

y/n stayed near Rachel Daly, a woman she was very close with due to England camps and having been taken under the wing of Millie and Rachel when she was first selected as a frightened 18 year old.

The ball was kicked and y/n tracked Rachel and jumped with her, however, as Rachel flicked her head at the ball y/n found herself in the blonde's way.

Rachel's head connected with her own, hurting the latter much more than the former, y/n's body hit the ground painfully, her wrist being the only thing stopping her.

y/n shouted in pain as Megan booted the ball away and out of play quickly, both her and Rachel rushing to the concussed and sprained girl on the floor.

"Ow." y/n breathed, tears flowing down her face from the pain as Rachel brushed her hand through the girl's hair, apologies rushing from her mouth.

"It's okay, Rach." y/n promised as her medics got to her, wanting to check the Villa player as well.

Rachel sighed but pressed a kiss to y/n's head and followed her medics off the pitch to be checked as the Everton medics finally set down next to y/n.

"It hurts Meg." y/n whispered to the girl who was brushing a hand over her hair calmingly.

The medics confirmed it was a rough sprain on her right wrist as they set to work with bandaging it as y/n winced it pain, Megan wiping her few tears.

"I know baby, but be strong, yeah?" Megan whispered. "You're so strong my girl." She adds as the medics checked her for a concussion, y/n wincing at the light in her eyes.

The minor concussion was confirmed and Megan helped y/n up, walking her off the pitch as the crowd cheered for her. Megan pressed her lips to y/n's cheek and passed her to the other medical staff.

Running back to the pitch as y/n's sub ran on, Megan looked back at the body of her 'best friend' being helped back into the tunnel and sighed, running a worried hand down her face.

It was clear to everyone on that pitch, in the stands and watching that the worry Megan was feeling was far more than the one felt for a friend, it was one felt for a lover.

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y/n: I am fine thank you! No use to your useless nursing skills!

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Megan sat a little closer to y/n than she was before, the dirty blonde trying to wrap her arm around y/n's shoulders. Trying to convince herself that it was what best friends do.

y/n seemingly didn't noticed, too engrossed in 'How to train your Dragon' to see Megan's conflict and she shuffled closer to her best friend and sunk onto her shoulder, finding comfort in Megan's constant warmth.

y/n's body shuffled again and she was practically in Megan's lap before the girl got the hint and tugged her onto her crossed legs, y/n sighing happily as she rested on Megan's shoulder.

It was quiet for a bit, y/n's eyes glued to the screen and Megan's just above it as she tried to stop her beating heat at y/n's proximity. Eventually Megan sighed.

"What is it Meg?" y/n asked, pausing the movie and moving to clamber off Megan, but the dirty blonde kept her there with strong hands.

"I think I'm in love with you." Megan said.

y/n paused, her entire body tensing on Megan's lap as she tried to wonder if she had heard the statement correctly or if she was just wishful thinking herself into this situation.

"Seeing you go down today, my heart was in my throat, the idea that you were hurt, well it hurt me." Megan says quietly, as if she was talking to herself rather than y/n, discovering this about herself.

y/n watched Megan from the side of her face the girl not looking at her as in her mind she was there wrecking their friendship.

"And I know we're best friends, but I am probably in love with you, and I don't think that is going to change." Megan finishes and she finally faces y/n.

The wide eyes staring back at Megan frightens her and she opens her mouth to start an excuse train, but y/n is too quick, she pushes forward and collides their lips.

It is a messy first kiss, desperate, deep, illuminated by the movie on the background, orchestrated with the growls of Toothless the dragon, but for the two it couldn't have been more perfect.

And as the two pulled away, Megan tucked a strand of soft hair behind y/n's ear, relieved she felt the same, and couldn't help but softly place her lips against y/n's soft ones once more.

"I've been falling in love with the second I met you. Good of ya to finally catch on Meg." y/n whispers and the girl giggles, before pulling y/n back in for another breath-stealing kiss.

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miss-hyoko · 1 year

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Teasing Him ft. Heartslabyul

Character(s): Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, and Deuce

Summary: You're trying to tease him

Tag(s) and warning(s): GN!Reader, fluff, romantic, established relationship, mutual pining, cringe pickup lines

Note: This is inspired by some pickup lines that were once famous in my country. Many people say it's a bit cringe, but personally I think It's kinda cute though ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

1. Riddle Rosehearts

You and Riddle are studying together in his room for tomorrow's test. In the middle of studying, you feel your neck a little sore, so you intend to take a short break. When you raised your head, you found Riddle very seriously reading the book he was holding. It should be nothing but an ordinary sight, but in your eyes, Riddle seems even more attractive like that. His eyes trailing down following sentence after sentence in the book, his slender fingers that gently turning the pages of the book, all of it seem to shout ELEGANT.

Noticing the way your eyes keep staring at him, Riddle's face would blush slightly before finally he will clear his throat to snap you out of your reverie. Caught red-handed staring at his face, instead of stuttering or looking away pretending to be busy, you just smiled mischievously.

“Riddle, do you know the difference between you and books?”

Riddle's brows furrowed in confusion at your out of blue question. Nevertheless, he still answered your question just now with a shake of his head.

“I don't know. What's the difference?”

Your smile grew wider when you heard Riddle's answer, “I can see the world through books, but through you, I can see my future.”

Your answer succeeded in making Riddle's face blush perfectly. His mouth gaped open as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.

Not knowing what to say, Riddle then tried to cover his embarrassment by reprimanding you.

“Stop talking nonsense, (Name)! Focus on getting back to your book if you don't want to get a bad mark on tomorrow's test!” he said, then immediately covered his face using the book he was reading earlier, not realizing that he was holding it upside down.

Your boyfriend's reaction is so cute! You want to keep teasing him, but then you two won't be able to focus on studying for the test tomorrow. So, you decided to end your teasing for today.

“Riddle, can you please explain this part for me?”

“O-only if you promise not to tease me again!”

“Hahaha, yes, yes. I promise, don't worry~”

“Hmph! That's good then.”

“... only for today, though….”

“(Name)!"

2. Trey Clover

Soon, Heartslabyul will hold another Unbirthday Party. Trey once again gets the job of making cakes that will be served at the party. And since you're his lover, you volunteered to help him in the kitchen. Besides being able to ease his workload, you can also spend more time with your boyfriend. It's a win-win situation.

Trey, being the kind soul he is, always offers you to taste his homemade cakes fresh out of the oven. And every time you taste Trey's cake, the young man himself will look at you with a satisfied smile, glad you enjoyed his cake. It always makes you feel embarrassed while he just laughs at your blushing cheeks, and so, today, you try to tease him back.

When the cake on your plate is half left, you suddenly stop eating and turn to look at Trey, who's still smiling while watching you.

“Trey, don't you think I've gaining more weight recently?”

Trey's smile instantly disappeared, replaced by a confused frown on his forehead. Seeing your (fake) worried expression, Trey began to observe your body carefully.

“From my observation, I didn't see anything different from you,” he said as he fixed his glasses in position, “Why did you suddenly ask that?”

Here comes the question you've been waiting for!

“You see, every day you always give me your love, so I'm afraid my heart, that has been filled with your love, will make me gain weight,” you say with a sigh, a little dramatic.

Trey was silent for a few moments, trying to process the meaning of your words. When he finally caught what you meant, a blush slowly appeared on Trey's cheeks and he chuckled happily.

“Then, should I take the responsibility for that by loving you forever?”

3. Cater Diamond

When you and Cater are on a date in the park, as usual, Cater will take many pictures of him and you for later he posts on his Magicam. Of course, he won't forget to tag your account so that people know that he has a wonderful lover.

Looking at your account details, Cater is quite surprised to find out that his lover has a fairly large following, even though they rarely post something. And being an avid social media user he is, Cater sometimes tries to persuade you to post more often so that you two would be a famous Couple Goals. Also, so that people know that you are his, and he is yours.

“(Nickname)-chan, why do you rarely post things? You're very photogenic, you know. Surely, many people will like your photo,” he asked while editing the photo he just took a few moments ago, his head resting on your thigh.

You, who were playing with his orange hair, couldn't help but chuckle, “Honestly, I feel like I don't really need social media.”

“Huh?!” Hearing your statement, Cater spontaneously stopped his editing and looked at you incredulously, “Why do you say that, (Nickname)-chan?”

Seeing the shock adorning his face, you can't help yourself and reflexively lower your head to kiss his forehead.

“You see, I've been following you and like what I see,” you said, smiling playfully at Cater, whose mouth was still gaping from the sudden kiss earlier.

“O-oh…. Is that so? Hahaha…. I see, I see.” A blush began to appear, coloring Cater's face red. Realizing that it was impossible for him to get rid of the flush that had filled his cheeks, Cater chose to go back to editing the photos he had taken so that his phone could hide his face. But his plan failed miserably as soon as his eyes saw you in the photo smiling brightly at him, and again Cater felt the blush had spread all the way to his ears.

4. Ace Trappola

Today, the basketball club is holding a match to determine who will represent the school at next month's tournament. Ace being Ace, of course he tried to participate in that match as well. And of course, he lost against seniors who had more experienced than him.

Annoyed, Ace chooses to join you sitting on the side of the court. He'll grumble about his defeat to you, while you retaliate him with your witty remark. In the end, you two will start bickering at each other like usual.

“You know, Ace? Sometimes I feel like the two of us are like water and oil. We are different, and we can't be one,” you said very suddenly, looking straight into your boyfriend's eyes.

What you just said was instantly making Ace's body tense up. You two often bicker each other, so he is used to letting his mouth loose so easily around you. But perhaps he has subconsciously said something that crossed the line?

“What are you talking about, (Name)? If we are both water and oil, surely the two of us can't be together like this, right?” He gently elbowed your arm with a big smile, trying to break the awkward atmosphere that has covered the two of you.

But facing your serious face, Ace immediately stopped joking around.

“W-why did you suddenly say that?” Ace puts his hands in his pants pockets, trying to look calm, even though his heart has begun to panic when he hears you say that.

Realizing his panic, you then laughed so hard that it made Ace instantly confused.

“Although the two of us are like water and oil that cannot be united, but fortunately, there's love between both of us that acts as the emulgator.” You finish your sentence and smile mischievously at him.

It took a few seconds for Ace to understand the meaning of what you said just now, but once he understood, a faint blush would decorate his cheeks and he would pinch your cheeks together to cover up his embarrassment.

“Goodness, I didn't expect you to tease me using a science pickup line. If Professor Crewel heard that, he would definitely not be happy about the way you implement his lesson.”

5. Deuce Spade

Weekends should be spent relaxing away, but not for you and Deuce who have to dwell in your room doing homework. It's annoying indeed, but at least now you can spend some time alone with Deuce without worrying about being disturbed by his other first year friends.

When you finally finish your homework, Deuce has only done a third of it. You offered to help him finish the homework quickly, but he refused because he wanted to try to finish it all on his own. And so, you choose to wait for him by playing your phone. Opening your Magicam, you see people making videos about their lover's reaction when they say romantic words to them. Seeing the adorable reactions they show, you also want to try it on your boyfriend.

“Deuce, do you still use this book? If not, then I'll read it, alright?”

“Sure, no problem, (Name),” he replied as he turned his attention away from his homework to look at you, who were now reading one of the books he borrowed from the library.

“But why do you suddenly want to read that book? Isn't your homework done?” Deuce asked, tilting his head slightly, “Ah! Don't tell me that we have a new homework again?!”

Seeing you shaking your head, Deuce breathed a sigh of relief. But your next words once again made him surprised.

“You know, Deuce, ever since I started going out with you, I feel like I want to keep learning more.”

Wow, that was the first time Deuce heard someone say they used him as their motivation to learn. What's more, it's not just anyone who said it, but you, his lover.

“U-um…. I-I'm flattered?” Didn't know how to react to that, Deuce rubbed his nape and shifted his attention to the book you're holding, “A-anyway! What did you learn?”

Smiling broadly, you showed Deuce the pages of the book you were reading. When Deuce read the chapter title, his cheeks immediately flushed red.

'Courting Tradition From Time To Time'.

“I'm learning to be the best for you, Deuce!"

If Deuce's face had turned red before, now he has become a blushing mess after hearing what you said just now. Putting his hands over his face, Deuce took a deep breath before finally shouting with all his might to ease his embarrassment.

"ARGHHHH!"

"Deuce, are you okay?!"

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Gale x Tav Enemies to Lovers Part 15

Tav's POV - with a slow build, comes the promise of a massive, angsty pay off. Shout out to @thelittlepinkwitchblog and @stuffforthestash for helping me in the brain room and with the lore! Getting back into the rhythm after being away for a week. Had a little block because I'm excited to get to the meat, and in order to enjoy we must savor the build. Enjoy! Content Warning: death/suicide

“Farewell, my friend,” Elminster said, the seriousness in his eyes unmistakable. Tav’s eyes jolted back and forth between the two, heat pricking her cheeks. She felt dizzy, unbalanced by what Elminster was asking - what Mystra, their Goddess was asking.

Had Tav not been studied in magic perhaps the news would have felt less jarring. To use Magic and to be studied in the art was to know lMystra. To be an extension of her. Seeing this knowledge dropped on Gale like his life was frivolous and replaceable repulsed her. It made Tav’s stomach rot. It made her feel the slow creep of a gag at the back of her throat.

Tav looked Gale up and down as he bid his friend, “Fairwell, Elminster. I’m glad she chose you.”

Tav stood, dumbfounded. Just like that - Gale was sending him on his way. As if the message wasn’t what it was from his ex-lover.

Ex-lover. Even the idea of it made her skin creep, it felt like she was covered in black tentacles. She wasn’t naive - it wasn’t unheard of for Gods to have sexual affairs with their devotees. But Gale spoke of his relationship with her as if it was mutual, as if she could see him in the way he saw her, with the same reverence and appreciation.

Thinking about the imbalance of power made Tav grow tight at her seams. Was his naivety invisible to him? Why did Gale give so much of himself to Mystra when she would never do the same? Would never see him as he seemed to need her to.

Tav wondered if Gale had ever felt superior, to have bedded a Goddess. The emotion that broiled within her felt quite the opposite. It felt cold, and lonely.

Tav felt her muscles twitch as the adrenaline surged in full force. Her hair stood on edge. They’d been so vested in finding a cure - in getting to the heart of the Absolute - Tav realized she understood very little about how complicated his relationship with Magic must be.

When he explained his folly about the orb, he had a heavy air about him. A weight that seemed to suffocate him underneath the lie of being unworthy. Tav felt guilt wrap her, remembering how her initial thought was thinking he deserved such a punishment for thinking he knew better than a God. Gale was reaching for an impossible goal. Instead of looking on solid ground he looked above for escape.

Tav couldn’t blame him for that.

In all of their lectures of Gods of course she learned they had dealings with mortals - blessing their chosen with extended life, clerical abilities and that to harness unique powers. Gods taking on mortals as lovers, though was thoroughly glossed over.

Tav finally understood what her father had been saying from the moment she discovered her abilities. He had no magic in his blood, as far as she they knew, so her abilities were a surprise to them both. He rarely spoke about her mother but he didn’t indicate she was gifted.

He told Tav humans were puppets to the Gods. Trifles. Children’s amusements. That if she were to study magic to stay grounded in everything that made her mortal lest she lose herself in the process.

The Gods had no vested interest in individual mortals. Tav had seen it already: Shar and Vlaakith proved as much with Shadowheart and Lae’zel. It was one thing to read about in textbooks, it was another thing entirely to experience. The Gods had as much a vested interest in mortals as the people Wyll tried to polity flirt with along their journey.

Mystra was asking - expecting - Gale to end his life like he was nothing. Tav needed to lie down.

The feelings hit her and splintered through her core like icicles. It made her skin clammy and cold. Often Tav felt it - unworthiness, the same self-deprecation she recognized in Gale. No Wizard in the realms would touch her after her final Blackstaff demonstration, a wound that still wept on occasion. It was so mortifying that Tav sought refuge in anonymity.

Tav gritted her teeth. To Gale, Mystra had been and was everything. Would be everything until his last breath. Even if Mystra the Goddess was nothing to him, Mystra was the Weave, and they were inextricable. Tav began tapping the tips of her fingers together and realized she was standing where the conversation had just been taking place, now alone. Shadowheart and Astarion were whispering, their bodies tilted towards Tav and their eyes shooting away from her when they caught her staring.

“You can’t seriously be considering what he just said?” Tav ignored them and approached Gale, not quite able to match his pace as he started to walk away as if avoiding her and she clasped his arm.

Gale stopped and turned, his eyes dropping to where her fingers gripped, and she felt his muscles tense. “For Mystra to have sent him, the severity of her bidding could not be clearer or weigh more heavily on me.” Gale put a hand on his hip, the other running across his jaw and mouth. “Time seems so infinite when you’re young. A month is an age. A year is a lifetime… it is a strange feeling to realize how little of it one might have left.” He paused for what felt like eternity. “Of course I have to consider it.” Tav felt his body pull closer to hers as he whispered this, his tone laced with solemn regret. “She’s offered the clearest solution to our problem. All I have to do is find the right place and time, close my eyes and let go.” Tav searched Gale’s eyes and they did not meet hers. They seemed to focus beyond on and yet into her all at once. His eyes traced her lips, her hair, but not to meet hers. “The slate will be clean. Wrongs will be righted. The Absolute will be gone.” Tav shuddered, “And I along with it.”

Tav’s breath stuck like glue in her throat and her knees buckled. Sure, she’d be annoyed, angry with Gale even at times.. yet, the possibility of the world no longer including him felt incomprehensible. “We’ll find another way - I’m not going to let you blow yourself up. She can’t ask you to do this - it’s insane!”

Gale’s nostrils flared and he tilted his head to the side and when his gaze met Tav’s she sank into his pupil’s black abyss and saw herself reflected in their severity. “Let’s save such certainties for later. I need time - to process. To think. Excuse me…” Gale sighed and lifted his hand as if to touch her and dropped it as abruptly and turned to walk to his tent.

As they sat around the fire, midday turned to late afternoon and soon the sun dusted the horizon with streaks of mellow purple. They were restless, no one yet confident enough to broach the glaring bulette in the room.

Tav was standing off to the side, chewing on her lip and pulling her amulet back and forth. Tav jumped when she felt the fingers tap her shoulders. “I know that Gale just received some difficult news..” Shadowheart began her long fingers resting delicately on Tav’s shoulder. “We were wondering if we should set up camp. It feels unwise to travel much farther late as it is and I’m afraid we’ve all had quite a bit of wine between us.”

The rest of the companions waved a bit dramatically as Tav glanced over. Ah. They must have nominated Shadowheart to ask for the plan. Tav knew they didn’t have an infinite amount of time. Every hour they wasted was a moment closer to becoming a mindflayer.

“I think it’d be best if we camped for the night. Maybe ask Wyll if he can make dinner… practice for his future dates.” Tav tried to force a smile that didn’t come, her joke landing flat. Shadowheart flipped her hair with a nod, Tav assumed she was glad to escape cooking duty again.

Gale did not emerge from his tent for dinner. Tav didn’t know if she should leave him or check on him. For the rest of the companions the choice would have been easy. With him she questioned every word, every action, mulled it over like an overly complex problem.

Despite the fire before her, Tav shook. Shadowheart leaned forward on her knees, holding her hands up to the heat. Her eyes danced beneath her dark curtains. “I can’t believe Mystra actually expects Gale to just sacrifice himself like that. It seems like a waste of a fine mind if you ask me.”

Murmurs of agreement swept through them and Karlach paced behind those seated, swinging her axe. “Mystra asking Gale to end his life… I mean this is a lot to take in. What do you think he’s going to do?”

Karlach looked expectantly at Tav and Tav shook her head and shrugged quickly, looking away. “Oh… I don’t know. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s of two minds.”

Karlach groaned and swung her axe into the dirt. It landed with a thud and she pulled it out like a knife into cake. “Well, tell him to pick the right one.” Tav felt her cheeks redden.

“He won’t listen to me.” Tav said, pulling at her fingers.

“He doesn’t listen to anyone,” Astation tossed, only mildly interested in the conversation.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Karlach said, “Fucking wizard’s, man they always need help picking the simple, obvious option. If Mystra can’t think of another way to stop the absolute other than sacrificing Gale, she is no God worth worshipping. I’ll say that to Gale in, you know, gentle terms. Lae’zel, you’re one of our resident experts - what do you think?”

Lae’zel stepped away from sharpening her sword, even she compelled by the visitor in their camp and news to Gale. “Even the Githyanki have heard tell of the sage of Shadowdale. Some of his works have been translated to tir’su.” Lae’zel came to sit by the fire and Shadowheart bristled. “That doesn’t mean his every word carries wisdom. Near as I can tell, Mystra demands Gale’s faith but holds no faith in him.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” Karlach waved her arms towards Lae’zel, her eyes widening as if to say ‘see?’

Lae’zel continued, “Why else would she demand Gale sacrifice himself and perhaps so many others? Does she not think he can destroy the Absolute with his own immense talents?”

“Well I wouldn’t call them immense…” Astarion mumbled under his breath and Tav shot him a nasty look that made even him wither.

“Does she not know the mighty company he keeps?” Lae’zel said, undeterred, “Demanding as Vlaakith may be, she acts for the good of the Gythanki people. Mystra is concerned only for herself. Perhaps he can find forgiveness in a fiery death… but I cannot help but wonder why he’d want it at all.”

Everyone was silent for a moment and Tav stared into the fire as if scrying. “To suffer on the Wall of the Faithless is no fate anyone should want.” Her voice was a whistle that brushed through them. “It’s cruel to ask it of him because she knows he’ll say yes. It’s wicked.”

“I can’t believe Mystra is asking Gale to sacrifice himself,” Astarion agreed, scooting closer to Tav and putting a hand on her knee. She flinched but did not pull away. “It’s just a perfectly good waste of a cult we could be controlling!” Before Tav could scoot away she felt him lurch, Shadowheart nudging him. “And a perfectly good Gale, I suppose.” He said the final part with poorly disguised ambivalence.

Anger simmered in her and Wyll’s calming voice placated her, if marginally. “Listen, I might invoke the triade from time to time and appeal to Helm, but I’m no man of faith. Not like Gale.” Wyll looked at the fire, tossing a stick into it. “I don’t know what drives a man to consider his own death to be an appropriate exchange for his goddesses forgiveness. To me, it all sounds like nonsense.”

“To some of us it’s important.” Shadowheart interjected but Wyll shrugged.

“The faith that matters most is that which you hold in yourself and the ones that most matter to you.” Wyll pointed to his chest and stood, “Big bomb be damned. He’s got everything he needs to defeat the Absolute already. Nerve, and powerful allies at his side. I hope he’ll come to his senses and see that.”

Tav wondered if Gale heard how they spoke of him, how the others seemed to revere him - would they be able to convince him to spare his life even if she could not? The heaviest weight was one of knowing a future she began to see unfold might never come. One that built over years and was reignited by the parasites. Like a planet and moon, destined to be within one another's orbit.

She looked towards Gale's tent and saw him in the darkness, looking directly at her. If she hadn't been looking for him he would have blended into the night. When she spotted him, he held up a hand and offered a half-hearted smile. Although it had yet to pass, she knew then the waters of their relationship threatened to surge violently if they continued to be unaddressed.

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Hello 👋 it's my first time requestiong so hopefully i do this shit right and not rant about Gwendoline Christie,

If you aren't too busy (ive been stalking your page and i know you're doing your final or maybe i was late) could you do a male reader like just a student being platonically in love with principal weems, like just flirts and either larissa just scolds them or laughs, r just got dared to do that by yoko or something, sorry if it isn't too specific i wanna let your creativity go thru (cuz it sure was on Stately Sequoia)

Breakin' My Heart (Pretty Brown Eyes)

Characters: Larissa Weems x m!reader

Authors Note: If I need to fix the tag or reader description someone pls let me know. I am new to writing fanfic on tumblr and i wanna make sure i make everyone feel included in my writing. also this was so much fun to write thank u @kichuusomalive

"Everyone watch out! Smoke show coming through." You shout from your perch on a railing as Principal Weems starts up a light of stairs nearby. You had been sitting around chatting with your friends about the eminent Poe Cup. She glances up at you with a roll of her eyes as usual.

You had started your time as a bit of a troublemaker at Nevermore, spending many days in Headmistress Weems office. Slowly you built a relationship with one another based on mutual understanding, allowing you to manifest a relationship where you were allowed to tease Principal Weems. You really did love her, but not anything more as a trusted confidant.

"Watch it, Mr. L/n." She shot back, causing you to offer her a bright smile of innocence.

"Of course, Larissa." You offer with a fake look of seriousness with a stern nod.

"I'll give you three seconds. Go to class." You knew your luck had run out for the moment. You tugged your friends sleeve as you jogged off to homeroom.

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You had been working on homework during your lunch period when your friend elbowed you, signaling that Weems had entered the cafeteria.

You toss up a hand waving at her, "Good afternoon, Principal Weems!"

She couldn't hide her smile as she saw you waving, offering a small wave in return. Larissa was there to have a discussion with the lunch supervisor, but she took a detour to visit your table.

"How are you doing this afternoon, y/n?" She offered with a polite smile, always trying to keep it professional with you. Truly you were her favorite student at Nevermore. While you had a pension for troublemaking, she always enjoyed your sense of humor. Plus whenever you complimented her, she never had the feeling that you were actually making fun of her.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Principal?" You ask, narrowing your eyebrows and leaning your chin into your palm, trying to look very intentional about your question.

"Yes. You. Yesterday." Larissa retorted, with a deep breath, obviously hiding a smile.

"Sorry, Principal Weems. I just like to remind you." You nod vigorously, causing Larissa to shake her head with (fake) annoyance. Your tablemates couldn't hide their smiles at your words.

"Glad to see your sense of humor hasn't changed, Mr. L/n." Larissa turned around to return to her initial task.

You call back after her, "No humor here, Principal Weems. Just a love for the finer things in this world."

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"I heard you are performing at the talent show this semester, Mr. L/n." Larissa stated as you sat in the armchair in front of her desk. You had simply come in to chat and catch up, enjoying Principal Weems quick wit. You had pulled the armchair up close so you could fiddle with the jar on her desk that contained a shrunken head. Weems was too focused on her computer to scold you.

"I am. Actually, I'm dedicating my song to you." She glanced up from her computer with a deep breath and a shake of her head.

"I can't wait to see." Larissa smiled, knowing that this would be extremely funny, but also potentially embarrassing if you made a scene.

"No worries. I'll keep it classy for my favorite girl." You nod with a big smile across your face, earning you a one way ticket out of Principal Weems office.

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You looked out across the audience as you finished your performance, looking for Principal Weems. Once you spotted her, she had one hand covering her eyes and she was shaking her head. Even from on the stage you could see the fraction of a smile that graced her lips, shoulders shaking as she was laughing.

You had prefaced your performance with saying that you were performing this song for the love of your life. Then you and your closest friends performed Breakin' My Heart (Pretty Brown Eyes) by Mint Condition.

Principal Weems met you backstage afterwards, her hands clasped in front of her. Her face was quite serious, "First off, Mr. L/n, my eyes are blue. Secondly, while I find your antics to be quite amusing, you simply cannot keep joking about being in love with me."

"Why, Larissa, who ever said I was joking?" You stood directly in front of her, allowing her to tower over you. At this point she couldn't hide her smile, she wished she hadn't found you to be such a charming kid.

"Watch it."

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strawwritesfic · 1 year

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Oliver Wood x Reader: Happiness

Summary: Oliver is a lot of things, but unromantic isn't one of them.

Rating/Warnings/Tags: All (Quidditch World Cup; Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire; established Oliver/Reader; marriage proposal; engagement; Ravenclaw!Reader; Chaser!Reader; mild language)

Challenge: “115 Words” by BonitaWolfSpirit on Lunaescence Archives.

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Happiness

How quickly a years’ worth of planning could come to a close. Every knut saved from your first job, every second of time off scraped, every moment of extra work suffered—all over in less than an hour. As you stepped out of the enormous quidditch arena and into the surrounding forest, you couldn’t help but feel the sinking sensation of disappointment in your stomach.

“They couldn’t have kept it going for ten more minutes? Seriously?” you wondered aloud.

“That. Was. Amazing!”

The sole voice loud enough to be heard above the throng of World Cup attendees around you belonged, of course, to Oliver Wood. Your longtime boyfriend strode behind you by several feet. When you turned to confirm this, you saw him in the midst of your mutual Hogwarts friends. He somehow managed to stand out from the crowd even decked out head to toe in his team’s colors like everyone else.

You slowed to allow the rest of the group to catch up with you. “Amazing? Are you kidding? I gave up a new Cleansweep for this.”

“For a spectacle like that, I’d give up a Firebolt! Well, maybe not a Firebolt,” Oliver amended, “but practically any other broom!”

“I’m just saying, if you’re going to charge us this much for seats and then make us show up so early, they could at least try to keep things going for an hour.”

“How can you say that? What Krum did—and the Irish chasers! I’ve never seen flying done like that!”

“It was too flashy. No one can appreciate the moves on brooms like that. Not unless you can afford to shell out for omnioculars, at any rate.”

“So what? You want them to play without any speed or skill? That would be boring!”

“I’d prefer some boredom to having my vacation cut so short,” you grumped.

A chorus of laughter reminded you that you and Oliver were not alone. The closer you got to camp, the thinner the horde grew, but you still had your three friends to contend with. Penelope Clearwater, your best friend from school, exchanged knowing looks with Oliver’s two Gryffindor buddies, Clyde Harpis and Ackley Soots.

“Here comes another one of [Name] and Oliver’s famous debates,” she said.

“Shouting match, more like,” said Ackley, shoving his glasses up nose.

“Can’t you two just enjoy the moment?” asked Clyde.

“We are!” you and Oliver snapped in unison.

The three of them groaned and shook their heads, though they smiled as they did so. Oliver and you were famously mismatched as a couple: a Gryffindor keeper and a Ravenclaw chaser; a passionate jock and a meticulous student; heck, you two hadn’t even gone to the World Cup supporting the same team! Three years of your dating left your friends used to you and Oliver quarreling every chance you got—especially when it came to about the only thing you shared: your love of quidditch.

“Sure, guys.” Penelope rolled her eyes. “Can you both continue 'enjoying' the moment back at camp? I’ve got some gold coming to me, you know.”

“We don’t want to miss the festivities,” Clyde said.

“And I brought plenty of firewhisky for those festivities,” Ackley added.

“A drink sounds like just what the healer ordered,” you said. Well, at least it might take the sting out of the depressingly short quidditch match, you figured.

Penelope, Clyde, and Ackley continued on their way down the dirt path that darkened steadily the farther you drew from the glowing pitch. They chatted merrily about another one of Penelope’s winning bets and what she planned to do with the money this time. You took one step after them, but found any further progress impeded by a strong hand on your shoulder.

“Oliver, let g—what’s the matter with you?” you asked upon twisting far enough to see his unusually pale face through the shadows of the trees.

He hastily rearranged his expression and released you. “Nothing!”

“Suit yourself. Can we get going, then? I wouldn’t want Ackley to drink all the whisky before we get there.”

“He won’t. Look, I want to show you something.”

“Can’t it wait?”

“It won’t take long. Promise.”

A glance over your shoulder proved that your friends had already disappeared from your field of vision. Most of the people still sitting above you during the game had parted to walk around you and Oliver on their way to the tent fields. Only stragglers (and those having already dipped into the celebratory drinks) remained.

“Sure,” you said, albeit slowly.

Oliver nodded, then stepped off the dirt path, walking right into the trees. If this strange behavior wasn’t proof enough that something was wrong with your boyfriend, you didn’t know what was. Only minutes before, he’d been walking on air!

As you trailed behind him, the noises in the forest shifted. The chatter faded. Chirping crickets and hooting owls replaced it. The quiet lasted mere seconds. A single echoing crack shattered the silence, followed by cheering and singing. Magical fireworks exploded overhead from every direction except that of the Bulgarian camp. Even the Irish mascots got in on the racket, soaring this way and that across the starry sky and scattering fake galleons everywhere they flew.

But still Oliver did not cease his wordless march. True to his word, he didn’t keep you long, but every second of the tense walk drove your anxiety up another notch. Why didn’t he want to get back to camp to join in the revelry? You’d have thought he would have lived for that after seeing what he believed to be a truly amazing game.

“Okay, Oliver,” you called as he stopped in the center of a perfectly round clearing. “It wasn’t really a bad game. I’m just being whiny. You win.”

“Huh?”

He stared at you as though he’d completely forgotten that he had asked you to follow him to begin with. Needless to say, this comforted you not one bit. You crossed your arms over your chest as you walked over to him.

“What’s going on? Are you really that upset that we disagree about the length of the match?”

Now Oliver just looked confused. “Of course not. Why would I care about something like that?”

“Then why are you being so weird?”

There it was: another flicker of nerves utterly foreign to your typically brash and confident boyfriend. In all your years of knowing him, he had only looked this pasty and weak a handful of times, most notably when McGonagall had canceled the Interhouse Cup due to a string of nasty petrifications.

“Oliver, are you sick?” you asked.

“No.”

“Are you upset about the game?”

“No.”

You stomped your foot. “Then why have you dragged me all the way out here when we could be back at the tent with our friends?”

“I’m working up to it!”

“Working up to what?”

He took a deep breath. You held yours, waiting on his answer. But rather than open his mouth and reply verbally, Oliver did something whole unexpected: He got down on one knee.

You made a small, startled noise in the back of your throat.

For a second or two, Oliver stared at the grass beneath him. Maybe you had been mistaken. Maybe he really was sick. Your mouth opened to urge him to come with you to find a mediwizard just as his head snapped up. There in his eyes burned a fire you had once and only once before—and on the night of his final match as Gryffindor quidditch captain before you both left Hogwarts for good at that.

“[Name]!”

You made the same small noise as before.

“Will you marry me?”

So distracted by his eyes had you been that only at that moment did you spot the little velvet box laying open in his hand. Something inside that box sparkled.

You squeaked a third time.

Oliver blanched. Never had you seen him look more panicked. He fumbled as he gazed up at you, and the box fell to the forest floor. But you couldn’t attempt to soothe him. You had no words of your own. Even if you had, he didn’t give you the time to scramble for them before he launched into a rushed speech:

“It’s just—well—dammit! Penelope said I would need to—but I didn’t listen. I don’t have anything planned! Uh, um, I—what should I—I love you, [Name]! I love you a lot! Every day we spend together is like a day spent flying at the pitch. When I win an argument with you, I feel like I’ve scored the deciding point in a match. I never, ever, ever want to give that up. So for the love of God, please, won’t you just say something?”

You couldn’t help letting him go on like that. For one thing, the longer Oliver rambled, the more time he allowed your brain to catch up with your mouth. For another, well, when else would you get the chance to hear your quidditch-obsessed boyfriend compare you to his beloved game? But the look on his face as he stared up at you through the dark, shoulders heaving from the passion of his plea, forced you to take pity on him at last.

Without warning, you pounced on him. Oliver wasn’t expecting that. Your sudden attack sent him flying backwards—not that you minded finding yourself half on the ground, half on top of your startled boyfriend. Doing so gave you the opportunity to grab his head between your palms, pull his face up to yours, and kiss him eagerly (and repeatedly) on the mouth.

“[Name]! [Name]! Ack! [Name]! What are you doing?” he demanded in between smooches.

The only reason you released him was to give him an answer. Breathing heavily, you snatched the ring box up from where it had fallen in some dirt. You pulled the ring free, then shoved it onto your waiting finger and pulled Oliver in for another kiss. A sudden noise from the general vicinity of your hand turned out to be the ring itself—designed like a snitch with the diamond its center—fluttering once around your heads before settling back in its place.

Clearly, this was still not apparent enough a reply for Oliver. He gaped at you like a plimpy with its legs freshly tied in knots.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Oliver,” you said.

The only made him set his jaw. “Then why didn’t you say so in the first place?”

“I don’t know. I was in shock!”

“What’s there to be shocked about? We’ve only been discussing getting married for a year.”

“Yes, but I didn’t know you’d pop the question during the Qudditch World Cup! I thought you might have other priorities.”

“Even after I spent four hours alone with your dad the day I came to pick you up?”

“Is that what you two were doing in his office? I just thought he’d cornered you to tell you all about the wonders of muggle soccer.”

Oliver grimaced. “There was quite a bit of that, too. How anyone can find a sport where the balls don’t try to kill you entertaining, I have no idea.” He shifted underneath you enough that he could sit up and take your hands in his. “I wanted to get his blessing before we left so I could surprise you after the match. Even though I love Quidditch more than anything else in the world, you’re important to me, too.”

“At a distant second, I’m sure,” you teased. But it was enough to know that Oliver, on what was surely the most exciting night of his life so far, had thought also of you, your relationship, and your future together. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders in a quick hug, pressing another kiss to the skin just beneath his ear. “Now that that’s out of the way, can we please get back to the tents before all the fun is over?”

“And Penelope says I’m the one who isn’t romantic.”

“I’m romantic. I’m just also practical. You know how Ackley gets about the firewhisky.”

Rolling his eyes, Oliver stood. He offered you a hand to help pull you up as well. “I suppose we should be headed back anyway. That lot should have the engagement party set up by now.”

“You had them set up an engagement party?” you squealed as you and Oliver walked back under the trees.

Oliver shot you a look. “You didn’t think Ackley brought the liquor just for after the game, did you?”

“For a lame game like that, I’m glad he didn’t.”

“It was not a bad game.”

“Sure. As long as you think seekers are the most interesting part of a match.”

“It didn’t even come down to Krum!”

“That’s the only reason you thought it was a good game, and you know it.”

“Name another reason to keep talking about it.”

“I can’t, which is why you did me a favor by proposing to me tonight so I have something positive to say about the evening.”

“You could at least bring up the amazing keeping.”

“What amazing keeping? I didn’t see any amazing keeping. Completely standard keeping on display tonight, if you ask me.”

Arguing all the way, you and he made your slow way back to camp and the little party set up by your friends. Your disappointment over the short match vanished more with each burst of light coming from the nearing fireworks. Now you felt only the sweet burn of happiness—though you had no intention of admitting that to Oliver. There were years ahead of you to quarrel about the finer points of quidditch—years and years and years and years, you hoped. But no game would ever stand up to your first World Cup and the beautiful proposal you received right after.

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Birdie Shoppe || pjm (V)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut, Word Count: 7.1k Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the north and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Birdie, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the 123rd Birdie, a young girl who was given her position too early and asked by the goddess herself to fulfil a task none had ever done before- become the Grand Witch of the Foxglove pack. Now a woman, Y/N is revered as the most loved and powerful Birdie of all time, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart. Chapter Warnings: Long-hair Jimin (yes, this is a warning), Cursing, Violence, Mentions of blood, Descriptions of blood, Descriptions of gore, Main Character Badly Injured, Did I say long-hair Jimin? (think The Witcher), the feels, ANGST, this is probably the most angst we’ve gotten, fluff, just Jimin being a cinnamon roll (partially edited) A/N: Not me updating within a month. I’ve been writing a ton lately, so I was able to pump this out. Hope you enjoy~

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My heart ached at the sight of Kim Taehyung. It had been little more than a day since he had been chosen and already his life was spiraling out of control. The pack did not accept him as their leader and Sol, while clear in her desires for him, had been barred from seeing him until everything had been sorted out. Namjoon had challenged him and his authority just before four in the morning which led him to my door step.

He looked worse for wear. His unruly hair tangled into matts that would take hours to brush out. Chief Ahn had taken out much of his frustration on the young boy and now Taehyung’s once lovely skin had bruises, welts, and cuts all over it. One look at him and I did not hesitate to allow him sanctuary. It was the least I could do for the man who saved me from heartbreak.

“I’ve got your face,” I mumbled, reaching back into another jar of salve. I had used two on his face and neck alone. “Take off your clothes. I need to make sure nothing is infected.”

Taehyung nodded, still crying. The moment I let him inside he had unleashed all of his emotions and was having a very difficult time getting himself under control. I did not mind. I felt pity for the alpha.

I was not surprised to find his body in just as bad of shape as the rest of him. I took great care not to stare for too long. I was not uncomfortable with his nakedness, but I was still aware that he was a man. Grip harsh, I started with his stomach. I let out a large, frustrated breath through my nose.

“I can’t believe this,” I grunted. “Why would you allow them to do this to you?”

Taehyung hissed in pain as I pressed too hard on a tender spot.

“I did not want to fight,” He replied.

I laughed humorlessly. “So they get to do as they please with you then?”

He did not know what to say.

“If you ever want to be taken seriously-” I opened up another jar of salve and began rubbing it into his chest, “-this will never happen again.”

Taehyung bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows. He seemed upset by what I had said. He was such a naive boy. I felt my eyes watering with anger. If Kim Namjoon were here right now, I would kill him myself. How dare he allow anybody to do this to a child and feed into it by challenging him? I would be sure he knows just how unhappy I am with him.

“I do not want to rule with violence,” Taehyung said. “I don’t like fighting or shouting. It’s… uncivilized.”

I hummed. While I agreed I would not entertain the idea. Taehyung needs to fight if he wants to be seen. It is the only way to garner respect unless he wants to be compared to the others for the rest of his life. Chief Ahn would never allow that. Again, my anger spiked. That man…

“And yet you can come to my doorstep at the crack of dawn like some kicked puppy?” I spat. “Are you truly that pathetic?”

Taehyung whimpered and I almost felt bad. Harshness was necessary in these circumstances and I wanted him to become fired up. Instead, it only served to back him further into a corner. Taking a deep breath, I willed myself to calm down.

“Alpha,” I said.

“Taehyung,” He corrected weakly.

I sighed.

“I apologize for my rudeness. I’m sure you’ve gotten enough of a beating for one night and I don’t intend to add to that.”

He laughed without humor. It was scary how much my temper flared at the sight of him. All I wanted to do was march down to the village and give every single one of them a piece of my mind. A certain fair haired man came to mind, and I saw red. How could he allow this to ever happen?

“However,” I continued, “You’re Sol’s mate. She needs you to be strong right now. Think about her.”

For the first time tonight, I saw something light up in his eyes. I knew it was torture for the both of them to be away from one another. Sol was probably raging a storm back in Foxglove and I knew she expected the same from her alpha. She would be dreaded to know where he was instead. Taehyung seemed to have picked up on that idea as well.

“I have been!” He snarled. “It’s the only reason I didn’t want to fight back! The chief is her father and she wouldn’t forgive me for that.”

I bit my tongue. As much as I wanted to throw him out for yelling at me, I was glad to see some spark in him. It made sense why he would allow Chief Ahn to get away with just about anything. The pack would kill him if he had laid a hand on the old man. However, the rest of the wolves should have been given no mercy. Again, I thought of Jimin and seethed.

I wiped my hands on my nightgown and stood. Taehyung was covered from head to toe in the salve, and already the marks were going away. It would take more than that to heal his bruised ribs. So, I went to the kitchen and looked around for a healing potion. I did not feel like making one at this hour.

“Why did you come here?” I asked, gently.

Taehyung sighed. “Because I knew you would help me.”

Again, my pity returned. While my blood boiled, my heart hurt for the alpha as well. I could imagine him hurt and abandoned, nowhere to turn to, and not being able to trust the local doctor. I found an old potion in the back of a cupboard.

“You can sleep here tonight,” I offered, handing him the potion. “Any wolf idiotic enough to poke at me is a dead man.”

Taehyung seemed at ease with this. Downing the potion, he curled up on the couch and closed his eyes.

“Thank you, Birdie,” He grinned.

I did not reply. Instead, I used my magic to bring him a few blankets and struck up the fireplace. He was weak and may not be able to regulate his body temperature as easily. It got cold in the living room at night. Seemingly satisfied with his place on my small, uncomfortable couch, Taehyung fell asleep within seconds.

I had never seen anything like it in all my life. Stifling my laughs, I began blowing out the candles around my house, and put away all the used tubs of salve. I would need to make more soon. Exhausted and still recovering from the ceremony, I drug myself back to bed. Shiloh was waiting for me when I arrived.

“How many times do I have to tell you to take your bedrest seriously?” The barn owl nagged.

I groaned and rolled into my bed. It was warm and soft. Shiloh flapped to her nest.

“It was Taehyung,” I argued.

“I don’t care if it was Lilith herself, you better stay your-”

“Shiloh,” I warned, “Shut up.”

The bird grumbled to herself, but I was too far gone to pay attention.

I awoke to loud pounding on my front door. I could hear voices outside, none of them sounding too happy, but all I caught was the name of a pack alpha. Angry and still sore, I used magic to lift myself out of bed and threw on my robe. I saw Taehyung curled up in a ball in front of the sofa. He did not notice me until I was standing in front of the door.

Shiloh was shouting at me to get back in bed, to let the wolves handle their own business, but I ignored her. When they decide to take their anger to my doorstep I have every right to give them a piece of my mind. Squaring my shoulders, I took a deep breath before forcing my arms forward.

My front door flew off its hinges and into whoever was standing behind it. Namjoon was unfazed by this and slapped the thick wood out of his way. I could see the shock in his eyes but I was not finished with my assault. I began to sing, a whirlwind of objects floating around the room. Namjoon backed away but this only pissed me off more. Shiloh shouted as a large, hot, blue flame sprouted from the palm of my hand and flew at the wolf.

“How dare you?” I shouted, everything dropped once my singing stopped. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

Hoseok and Jimin stood on either side of their brother. I knew I would regret attacking them eventually, possibly the moment they left, but I would not let myself falter. No one was going to come here and intimidate me. I don’t give a damn who they are attempting to fight with.

“Birdie-” Hoseok pled.

Ignoring him, I kept my gaze perfectly trained on Namjoon. He stared at the large, ashen spot at his feet as I stared at him. My face burned with anger and I felt another surge of magic rush through my body. A dull ache began to form in my back and I knew I was bleeding again. I had used too much magic and my body was having a hard time healing.

“Who do you think you are to challenge him, Namjoon?” I roared, eyes burning. “Sol chose him. The Goddess chose him! Do you think you know better than Lilith now?”

Namjoon swallowed thickly before finally looking at me.

“Of course not. I-”

“You listen to me,” I sneered. “If you ever get the gull to come bang on my door again, I swear to you, I will not show you the same mercy.”

Namjoon scoffed, “Mercy? You had better watch your tone, little girl. Especially with a limp like that.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but a voice from behind me beat me to it.

“Don’t speak to her like that,” Taehyung said.

Namjoon seemed to darken. I felt my muscles clench as I readied myself to defend the boy. No one was going to hurt him. I promised to protect the Luna with my life, Sol was my good friend, and I refused to let harm come to her mate. I was as good as dead if I had.

“There you are,” Namjoon taunted. “Been looking everywhere for you, infans.”

Taehyung growled. I steadied my racing heart. I would have to protect him inside. Namjoon would have the advantage of leaving, and I was vulnerable to the sun’s rays if he decided to extort that. Still, I positioned my hands defensively.

Suddenly, Shiloh flew out of the house and screeched loudly. Everything happened quickly. First, Shiloh was barreling towards Namjoon and then a wolf was standing in his place. I knew it was an accident. Taehyung was only trying to protect me, however, his massive frame surged me forward. I was in the sun before I could save myself, and soon my face slammed into my front steps and the sun beamed on my back.

My skin burned immediately and I could not help the tortured screams that flew out of my mouth. Unfocused eyes trained on Shiloh saw her turn towards me before a large, russet wolf shoved her out of the way with his nose. I felt many hands on me and I was dragged back inside.

My body trembled as I screamed. Every inch of my skin was on fire and I closed my eyes only to see white. It felt like someone was tearing me apart. All around me I heard screaming and shouting.

“What the fuck do we do?” Hoseok shouted.

“I don’t know,” It sounded like Taehyung was crying.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I could not think straight. The pain was numbing. Opening my eyes again, I saw my ceiling and raised one of my shaking hands. Black feathers had pierced through the skin and I cried out once more.

“Get away from her!” Someone screamed but I could not make out who.

“Is she alright?”

I knew something was happening a few feet away but all I could focus on was the fire in my body. I knew this would subside eventually on its own, but I had something that could help. I just needed to gather the strength to get it. I opened my mouth to speak but could only scream.

“It burns,” I managed to grunt, convulsing.

I could feel hands on me but I could not get my eyes to focus. Sleep would be impossible now and I knew my body was in the worst shape it had ever been. Between the ceremony, the small amount of magic I used, and the sun I would be out of service for an entire week at this rate. Possibly even more.

“Move,” I heard Shiloh’s voice through the rest of the nonsense going on around me.

Looking through my lashes, instead of an owl there was a beautiful woman before me. Her fiery hair glistened in the sun and looked like it was underwater. Her skin had a dim glow to it and sparkled brightly. She looked like diamonds and I reached out to touch her. The spirit had tears in her eyes, the water shining brilliantly, before she caressed my hand.

“Sanitatem,” She whispered, fingers grazing my arm.

Instantly, I felt the relief I had been begging for wash over me. Sighing in relief, I closed my eyes and curled closely to Shiloh. I felt her fingers running through my hair and felt extremely tired.

“I’m going to put you to bed,” She whispered. “Where you belong.”

When I woke, I could smell food cooking. I was in my bed, my memory faded and hard to recall, but I knew Shiloh had been in her true form. Rubbing my eyes, I thought about Taehyung and my mood darkened. I could not remember the alphas leaving. My body screamed in protest as I sat up but I pushed forward. No one was going to harm him- not while I still had air in my lungs.

Upon entering the kitchen, I had to grasp my door frame for support. The stove was lit, I could smell the applewood, and one of my large pots was on top of it. The rest of the room was clean. Far cleaner than I ever left it. Someone had mopped and swept by hand. I could smell the lemons they used on the wood. Taking a large breath, I began taking a step forward.

“You should be in bed.”

I jumped up. Whipping my head around, Jimin was sitting in my recliner across the room. Taehyung was staring at me from in front of the fireplace. Neither Hoseok nor Namjoon were there. I could not feel or smell my familiar’s presence either.

“Where’s Shiloh?” I demanded, stumbling forward and grabbing on my island.

Taehyung stood up and came toward me quickly.

“Please, don’t push yourself, Birdie,” He said softly.

The alpha led me to my loveseat and helped me to sit down. Jimin sat beside me and covered me with one of my spare blankets. He must have went digging around while I was asleep. Sparing a glance at my hands, all of the feathers were replaced by nasty scars. They were pale white already, like they had been there for years, but I felt sad looking at them. I could only imagine what the rest of my body looked like. Almost sensing my mood, Jimin placed his hand over mine. I looked at him.

“She stepped out for a while,” He finally replied.

I had been angry with him, I remember vividly I thought of our next conversation, but being in front of him now it had all but vanished. There was no way Park Jimin would ever be fine with what had happened. Nor would Hoseok or Namjoon. Even thinking of him I found myself more sad than anything. I could only imagine how he had felt after everything had happened. I did not think anyone could have prepared for that amount of shock. However, gazing at Taehyung, most of my sympathy stopped there. Namjoon was still trying to kill someone else over his own lack of faith. His own ego was blinding him. I just hoped he could see that before he destroyed his own life. Sol would never forgive him and neither would I.

“Is everyone alright?” I asked.

Jimin hummed, “Everyone but you. Namjoon and I got into a fight before he left but he’ll be fine.”

I scowled at Jimin. “I don’t like the idea of you fighting.”

He grinned, “Don’t worry, amica. I won.”

“Doesn’t change my feelings.” I grumbled and looked at Taehyung.

He seemed confused. While most of his face was perfectly schooled, his eyes told a different story. As they bounced back and forth between Jimin and I, I could see confusion turn into something… other. Almost, acceptance. Strange, I thought. I did not think about it too much. My affection for Jimin was likely apparent, and stronger, than that of the other alphas. The boy was probably trying to get used to it. Then he winked at me and I looked away,

Was it possible that he had caught onto my feelings? Had I sized him up too quickly? I knew he was mischievous and care free, but I also knew he was very aware of others. When he had spoken so passionately about being what a good ruler was, I had gotten that impression as well as his own naivety. However, my troubles were quickly dismissed as I looked into Jimin’s eyes. It was impossible to stress when he was around.

“Do you mind if I stay with you both for a few days?” He asked.

My eyebrows shot up.

“What for?” I replied.

Jimin hesitated before responding. “I found the letter that your friend sent you in your coat pocket. Your familiar asked me if I would stay.”

Confused, I frowned. What on Earth was he talking about? Racking my brain, I found myself at a loss before the lightbulb went off.

“Wendy!” I exclaimed.

Going to stand, Jimin gently grabbed my arm. He looked bashful and unsure of himself. I was just like the last time he had been here, only it felt different. He almost looked… afraid to tell me what he had read. My breath quickening, I pulled my arm out of his grasp.

“What did it say?” I asked, wearily.

When I got no response, I lifted myself up and ignored the two men. I hobbled to my coat rack. However, strong arms wrapped around me before I made it a foot away from the sofa.

“Taehyung,” I threatened. “Put me down. Now.”

“Sit,” He pleaded and walked me back over to the living space.

Frustrated and anxious, I turned my head and bit the side of his arm. The wolf yelped before letting go of my wait. I stumbled, wobbled over, before landing on my ass.

“This is ridiculous,” I complained, slowly lifting myself up. I ignored Taehyung’s outstretched hands. “You come to my home, go through my things, and then not allow me to read my own letter? She’s my friend! If it’s important I ought to know.”

Jimin sighed, frustrated. I refused to back down and continued to stand up. Taehyung had given me some space, which I appreciated, but was close enough to catch me if I fell down again. The older alpha and I had a stare off.

Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Jimin spoke, “If you had more patience, I could have given it to you. It’s in my pocket.”

“If you,” I countered, limping back to the sofa, “had just said that instead of looking at me like an idiot then I couldn’t have gotten up.”

The alpha glared at me but said nothing more. Snatching the paper from his hands, I made myself comfortable in my spot. Taehyung came closer, a weary look on his face. An apology was in order but I fought with my own pride to give it. He picked me up without consent and so I bit him. End of discussion. Still, the need to tell him I was sorry was strong.

Birdie,

I’m happy to hear you are feeling better. However, I’m sure by the time this reaches you the Luna’s ceremony would have taken place and you’ll be back in bed again. I’ve always marveled at how powerful you are and yet so fragile. My mother thinks it was the way the Gods meant for it to be. You’d be far too much if you had all of your abilities and the same willpower as any other witch. In other words, goodluck and I hope you have a fast recovery.

In other news, my sister has decided to marry Seojun. I am very happy for her and I know Irene will make a good wife. It did, however, make me think of you and I. Will there ever be someone for us? Will you ever get the chance to find them even if they were out there? It’s incredibly mean for the Gods to put you under such horrible conditions. At least you are able to leave in a way Aldara never was. I do hope I can learn of your name before you pass on. I’ve known you for far too long and we’re too close for me not to. Please tell me you will.

Birdie, would you hate me if I told you I was considering staying here? My time in Northorn has opened my world to many possibilities. Then I think of you, Yoongi, and Seokjin and the thought repulses me. Oh, I love him. I love Seokjin. I want him to be with me and yet… my eyes still wander. Is that wrong? I know you understand me more than anyone else. Have you ever thought about telling him how you feel or is it too scary? Because I’m scared, Birdie. I’ve hurt him too much.

I should stay here, right? Spare both him and Yoongi the heart ache. Goddess knows I’ve put too much of a strain on their relationship already. From what I hear, they’re already back to being friends since I’ve kept away. Yes, I think I will stay here.

Please help me. Do something for me. I’m confused and unsure of myself. Irene says I’m overthinking everything, but I know you will be more honest. Sending you all of my heart- at least what is left of it.

Your dearest friend,

Wendy

Rereading the letter over again, I felt my heart sink. Shiloh must have decided to go and see her after finding out. I mentally thanked her and immediately went to fetch a pen and paper. Neither wolf tried to stop me.

It made sense now why Jimin would hesitate to talk with me about the letter. He had never, as far as I know, met Wendy. It must have been confusing to read through. I remembered her line about me understanding her and my stomach sank. That must have been a strange thing to read about, too. I cursed under my breath before I began to write.

Wendy, my darling,

I am fine. There is a lot happening in Bangtan at the moment, most of which I hardly understand, and it has taken its toll on me. Between the ceremony and now I haven’t one moment of peace. I do hope you can help me relax once you return. I know you will.

Forget about those two fools and remember why you have stayed here all this time: your mother, the sisterhood, your coven, and the forest. Whoelse can tame a magindara like you? No one. Who can purify the sea and sing with the shore like you? No one. Do not let petty, childish things stop you from enjoying your life. You will always have me and I will forever be there. I’m happy for Irene! Her engagement is splendid news and I wish I could be there with her.

However, Lilith has chosen a different path for me just as she has chosen one for you. I am frightened, Wendy. Everyday I am scared of what it will bring, but I do not let that stop me from enjoying the sunshine. I love the flowers, the trees, and the winds that ripple through them. Aldara used to tell me, “Fear reminds us that we’re alive, and without it many would surely be dead.” So, don’t kill yourself off just yet, darling. Keep swimming and come home. Talk to Jin and he will understand. Yoongi has no ill will toward either one of you. Let go of your fantasies and stay rooted in the reality of your heart.

You were meant to be with the most stubborn, loud, obnoxious, lovely, kind-hearted man in all of Lustra. You and I both know that, and have known that, for a long time. So go for it. Even if I am afraid, you do not have to be. See you soon.

Missing you greatly,

Birdie (I’ll tell you someday. I promise.)

My body was beginning to loosen and the pain was becoming bearable. Satisfied with my response, I waved it in the air to make it dry faster as I rummaged through my drawers for an envelope. I could only hope I could muster the strength to send it off. If Shiloh were hare, she would have went off herself or asked one of the boys, but I was on my own now. Alone and in desperate need to get this damn letter to Wendy. Shuffling to my ceremonial bag laying by the front door, I sifted through it until I found my Meteor Powder.

I knew I was taking a risk with this sort of thing, but I had to be willing to risk it if it meant I could change Wendy’s mind. I was already hours behind. Without a second more to lose, I gathered up a piece of parchment and a pen to begin drawing. Remembering Wendy’s face was simple enough, years of drawing and perfecting using the powder making it almost easy to do, but I still felt uneasy. My heart would not rest until I received word back or the sea witch showed up at my door.

Praying that I got every soft feature right, I contemplated adding color but quickly dismissed the idea. It would not really make any difference and I was not sure if her hair was dark or light anymore. Wendy often went through fazes with that sort of thing. Laying the paper on the floor, I said her name for good measure, and threw the powder on top of it. Less than a second later, the paper was gone and I sighed.

“Hope she got it,” I mumbled to myself.

It was Taehyung who broke my trance.

“That was so cool!” He exclaimed.

I chuckled, “Not as cool as my own magic, but it’ll have to do. I can hardly feel anything in my body.”

Walking back to the couch, I curled up beside Jimin. He looked worried again and I realized I had messed up. Admitting that I was weak and tired would only make him drag me back to bed. Readily myself for another spat, I squared my shoulders and looked at him.

“She seemed upset,” He said instead. “I had not realized your friends were involved in that way.”

I hid my surprise well. It did make sense for Jimin to worry about others, I had just never imagined he would take my friend’s hardships so seriously. Grinning, I nodded.

“It’s been a thing since we were children. Don’t worry too much, she will come back and they will be together.”

“Why aren’t they now?” It was Taehung who asked.

“Because,” I sighed, “they’re both far too stubborn.”

Taehyung was a nice company to have around. He took good care of his things, cleaned up after himself, and was useful. I had stopped sending supplies to Foxglove, something that neither Taehyung or Jimin agreed with, but it did not change my mind. They did not deserve my help if this is what they were going to do with it. No one had come to collect anything either, so I assumed they were boycotting my services indefinitely.

Wendy had written to me the following morning confirming she was coming back. She had even written to Seokjin. While I did not know what she had said I could take a few guesses. It was only a matter of time before Seokjin told me all about it. He was the worst at keeping secrets.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and stared at my altar. My magic had come back a few days ago and I had been allowing it to rest. Today was the first time I had performed a ritual spell in days. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled gently at Jimin napping on my sofa.

He had not left since he arrived. While we had not spoken much since that night, he was doing his best to help Taehyung make a plan to win over the town. While I thought it was foolish to think he could do such a thing without a fight, I believed in them enough to support it. Jimin was a loved person and having him on Taehyung’s side greatly increased his odds. I knew the pack was feeling his absence.

“What’s a cah-dee-jo?” Taehyung asked, obnoxiously loud.

“A cadejo-” I corrected, rolling my eyes, “-are spirits that help worthy travelers find their way.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “And if they’re not worthy?”

“They’ll eat them,” I replied easily.

The alpha had been interested in my books after finding something I had written about the magindara when I was a kid. He was going through them so quickly, I was having to go to the cellar to get new material for him. As naive as he was, Kim Taehyung was a bright young man with a vivid imagination. He always asked questions, never settled for one answer, and listened carefully.

“Why?” He asked.

“Why not?”

He said nothing after that and went back to reading. I had started growing fonder of the man and hoped he was able to go back home. When he spoke of his siblings his eyes lit up and it broke my heart. His parents must be worried sick.

Having spent most of my morning sitting, I decided to make lunch. I was expecting Shiloh to be back later today. Wendy said my familiar had gotten to her inn just before she sent off her letter, so I knew the owl was safe. Thinking about her I grew emotional. Exposing her spirit form was extremely dangerous, a risk I would never have asked her to take, and she had done it regardless.

Going to my kitchen window, I whistled loudly and began pulling out a pot and pan. Tomato soup sounded lovely and I could always make a quick loaf of bread. A few minutes later, Delinah was at my window. Looking up from the onion I was dicing, I grinning at the deer.

“Morning, Dee,” I greeted.

She bowed her head. “Glad to see you moving around. You gave us all a fright.”

I hummed, scooping the onions and throwing them into the pot along with three whole heads of garlic, some fresh herbs, and oil. In the corner of my eye I saw Jimin beginning to stir on the sofa.

“I’m good as new,” I joked, using a spell to light my stove. “Would you mind fetching some tomatoes from Seokjin’s garden? I’d ask Shiloh but she’s out of the forest for the time being.”

“Where’d she head off to?” Delinah asked, pulling the cloth tote I kept on the windowsill into her mouth.

“Northorn,” I replied.

“Northorn? What’s so important in that miserable place?”

I laughed, placing my knife down to help my friend get the tote around her neck. Delinah nuzzled my hands. Giving her a quick pat on the head, I promised her carrots when she got back.

“And to answer your question,” I walked back to the counter. “Wendy is attempting to run away so she’s bringing her back.”

She laughed, “Oh, that Wendy. You never know what you’re going to get with that one.”

“But we love her.”

Jimin was up and walking around right after Delinah left. Taehyung was still head-first in my magical beasts book. I took over my try of onions and garlic and let them begin roasting over the open flame of the stove. The tomatoes would not take long to char. I could hear the two men talking quietly but decided to play them no mind. It was hard to have privacy in this house as it was.

Delinah was back quickly and I sent her off with a bundle of carrots. After roasting the tomatoes, I used my pestle and mortar to blend everything together. Working in small batches, I took my time to be sure everything was smooth before throwing it into the pot I had taken out.

“Birdie,” Taehyung called out. “Can I get your opinion on something?”

I nodded, “Ask away.”

“I want to write a letter to Namjoon but I’m not sure how he’d take that.”

I paused for a moment to think. While it might be a wise idea to test the waters with a note of some kind, I was also not foolish enough to think he would be able to deliver something to the village at this time. People were looking for him and to show his face might lead to more speculation. However, he had to do something before the elders made a decision as to what to do with him. Namjoon had officially challenged him and only revoking that, which would terminate the fight, would be his best option. I had full faith in Taehyung’s ability to defend himself if he truly wanted, but his personality would make it hard for him to commit to a brawl. Namjoon would win just from his determination alone.

“I don’t think that would help much,” I admitted. “Everyone is committed to seeing you fight at this point, and your runaway stunt has them more on guard. I would seriously begin considering a fight, Taehyung. It’s your only option right now.”

I heard his sigh of defeat and felt saddened. I empathize with the alpha’s situation. I knew it would be a hard thing for him to do. In my younger years, Aldara enjoyed teaching me defensive magic but I could never strike her back. It was not until that night I truly saw what I could be capable of if left to my own devices. I shuddered at the thought. I would not wish that on anybody- especially Kim Taehyung. Mixing the soup, I spoke.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way.”

“Me too,” He replied.

The three of us ate our lunch in silence. Jimin had been more quiet than usual and I knew his brain was on overdrive. He had also been away from his family, his pack, and his home for three days without an end in sight. I knew how hard the silence could be and even then I had been quieter. Still, it must be hard on him. It was a wolf’s nature to be with his family.

Taehyung did not ask anything after that. The rest of the day, he sat on the floor near the fireplace and read book after book while Jimin looked out of the windows. They never went outside. I managed to do a few chores, practiced some new spells, and wrote in my grimoire, but nothing else had sparked an interest in me. The tension in the house was suffocating. It was not until Shiloh returned at sunset that the house stirred.

In a whirlwind, the barn owl flew through my bedroom window, her loud voice bouncing off the walls. Carelessly I threw my pen down onto my grimoire. Black ink smeared into the pages ruining all of my hard work, but I did not care. She was back and I could breathe a bit easier then. I knew Shiloh would have an answer. She always knew what to do.

“Between those wolves and you witches,” She complained, “I’ll never, ever catch a break.”

“Oh, Shiloh,” I cooed, opening my arms to her.

My familiar raced into my waiting embrace and let herself be babied. I pet her head and smoothed her feathers down gently. The owl leaned into my touches with joy. I could not remember the last time I had smiled so widely since she had gone.

“You’re so strong and mighty, little one. I missed you dearly.”

She laughed, “I’m so happy to see you up and walking around.”

“Where’s Wendy?” I asked, letting her go.

Shiloh flew into the kitchen and I followed behind her. She must be exhausted after the long journey. She pecked at the bread from lunch and made note of the wolves in the living room.

“She’ll be back after her sister’s wedding.”

“Oh, wonderful!” I clapped my hands together in delight.

“Another pain in my ass,” She mumbled.

And I laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

It was always an adjustment when you first transform, I found. Even after all this time I was slightly disoriented after the whole ordeal. The first night Taehyung had been here, he had almost broken my bedroom door down trying to see if I was alright. If Jimin had not reassured him, I was sure he would have been traumatized by the scene. It was the fourth night now, and Taehyung slept peacefully through my screams. Shiloh had gone to bed extra early. Jimin was the only person still awake when I flew through the kitchen window.

He was still dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing for days. I hand washed everything twice, but he insisted on keeping them. I had made clothes for Taehyung and was a bit upset at Jimin’s rejection. However, I never brought it up again. I simply washed them and used magic to get them dry.

Tonight, however, he had taken off the long cape he usually wore. His socks and shoes were also somewhere else, and I noticed his belt was also missing. He wore his hair down, the silver strands sitting at his waist, and I saw a simple headband keeping his bangs out of his eyes. He was sitting at the kitchen island staring at whatever he had been writing. I decided to go to him.

“Hello,” He offered, a smile that did not meet his eyes thrown my way.

He looked tired, more so than usual, and worn. Taehyung snored loudly on the floor and rolled over. Jimin did not bat an eyelash and continued looking at the papers. I hopped closer and twisted my head to look at them. The alpha did not try to stop me.

They turn into paste if you mash them. By hand, they keep their nectar, and the flavor is much better.

When they’re whole you need to wait much longer for the flavor to seep through.

No, but it is one that is very dear to me.

I realized it was the paper I had used when I had visited him a few weeks ago. I felt myself growing emotional. He had kept it… something so inconsequential and yet he had kept it. Apparently, he even walked around with it. My heart grew fonder with every encounter we shared, and I found I could not breathe properly.

“It brings me comfort,” Jimin whispered. “Knowing that you’re out there.”

Turning to look at him, I found him crying. The moonlight illuminated his delicate face and the tears that ran down his cheeks. For the first time since I have known Jimin, I felt sure of myself. Drawing near, I gently flapped my wings and landed in his lap. Clicking, I rubbed my face on his stomach and allowed the warmth within me to shine. He had kept it.

Jimin grabbed me and held me tightly as he wept. What his sorrows were for, I was not sure, but I had to guess it was something to do with this situation. Whatever the case may be, I melted into his touch. He was always so open with me like this. I wished he would hold me tightly as a woman, too. I knew I was beginning to grow greedy but did not care anymore. He had kept that stupid piece of parchment and I was completely done attempting to care about customs. I loved him more than anything else.

“I don’t know what to do,” He whimpered. “I couldn’t live with either of them dying.”

And as mad as I was at Namjoon, as badly as I wanted to throw him against a wall and scream in his face for being such a pig-headed nitwit, I could not say I wanted him dead. We were friends after all. Even after our spat the other morning I could call him that freely. I knew something had to give sooner or later. It killed me to see Jimin torn up.

The alpha only allowed himself two minutes to cry. After that, he apologized to me profusely before gently setting me back down on the island. Wiping his face aggressively, he excused himself before leaving the cottage entirely. I wanted to go after him but thought he might need the space and time to think. Looking down at the paper at my feet, I felt something shift inside of me.

So what if a letter is offensive? They beat Taehyung to a bloody pulp, exiled him, and made his friend think he needed to challenge him in order to keep the pack in order. If a simple letter would be the thing to set them off then I would happily be the bad guy. Knowing that I was more than likely making an awful choice, that the chances of someone else getting their hands on Namjoon’s letter were high, I still had to try. I would never see Jimin cry like that again. My mind made up, I gathered up some paper and an ink jar and began to write.

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Neggie/Negan Smith x Maggie Rhee || Rated: E || Words: 3.4k || CW: Dubious Consent

Summary: Negan wants something special from Maggie in return for helping her rescue her son.

A/N: Shout-out to the people in the Neggie Discord server who encouraged me to write this! :] I've been wanting to write this idea for a while but was scared I shouldn't write it because it was dark. Thank you guys! <3

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Maggie slowly made her way towards the motel rooms, in search of Negan. She's been searching for him for weeks now as she needs his help and the bartender at this place tipped her off that he was here. She made it to the rooms and began searching. In the first one, she could hear a couple arguing but she did not recognize either voice. The next few rooms showed no signs of life but then she came across one where, in the window, she could see clothes and various other items lying around, indicating that someone was living here. Slowly, she opened the door to the room and entered. There was no sound of anyone inside. She quietly made her way through the room, checking the bathroom and closet, but no one was here. Maggie began looking over the items in the room for any hint towards Negan. She made her way to the dresser and saw two items that stuck out to her. There was a bracelet, which she picked up and inspected. It looked much like the one she remembers Annie wearing. She then placed it down and picked up the other item, a knife that looks similar to one that Negan had.

"Making yourself at home?" A voice suddenly said, startling Maggie. She whipped around to face the source of the offending sound, knife still in hand and ready to strike if needed.

"Dammit, Negan, you scared me," she scolded the culprit of her fright. He was standing in the doorway of the room and he laughed. "Sorry. But I could've done a lot worse considering you're trespassing in my room," he told her. Maggie rolled her eyes at that. Negan came in fully and closed the door behind him. He took another step but Maggie instantly instinctively held up the knife in a threatening manner. Negan stopped in place and put his hands up in surrender. "Hey, relax. I'm just going to sit on the bed," he tried reassuring her. Maggie studied him for a moment and then nodded in approval. Negan did as he said he would and moved over to the end of one of the beds to sit on it. Maggie moved to the other end of the room to create distance between them in case he tried anything.

"Where's Annie and your kid?" Maggie asked him, genuinely curious. Besides the bracelet, she hadn't seen any sign that they were living here in this room with him.

Negan sighed and a forelong look briefly crossed his face. "It's… complicated. But I'm here alone," he simply said. Instead of explaining, his expression changed back and he decided to change the topic back to them. "So, what brings you here to visit little old me? Either you're not here to kill me or you have gotten seriously rusty," he teased her with a small smile on his face.

Maggie reached into her pocket to pull out a piece of folded paper and walked over to Negan. She held it out for him to take and hesitantly, he did. Maggie moved back to where she was before as Negan opened the paper to look at it. It was a wanted poster for him that featured a drawn picture of his face, a description of the crime he had committed, and a warning to people about who he was and to stay away from him.

"Goddamn, for a wanted man I look good," he smugly said in response. He looked up at Maggie. "Can I keep this?" He asked her. She didn't respond. "I'm keeping this," he told her and folded it back up to put in his pocket. "But you still haven't told me why you're here, Maggie."

"A few weeks back, I got raided. Outnumbered, overpowered, stole all our grain. Said they'd be back in a month for more. A month after that…" She paused, getting a little choked up at the memory. "Took a hostage as collateral."

Negan's face fell at the realization of what she was saying. "They took your kid."

"I tracked them all the way up to the Hudson, by then they'd already made it across."

"Across to what?"

"Manhattan."

Negan sighed. "I hate to even ask, but how do I figure into this, Maggie?" He asked her.

"The man who's got Hershel, they call him The Croat," she stated matter of factly. Negan smirked and put up his hands in a shrugging gesture, as if he didn't know what she was talking about.

"Bullshit," she snapped at him. "You know him. When he scaled our walls; when he had us surrounded in the dark; right before he took my son, do you know what he did?" She asked and then whistled out the all-too familiar Savior whistle. Negan cringed at the sound and memories it brought back.

Maggie noticed his reaction. "That rings a bell, doesn't it? It did for me. That's the last thing I heard before I met you."

"Oh, that Croat," Negan feigned realization. Maggie shook her head. "Alright, so what you're thinking is, since I knew this guy back in the day when I was running the show, that maybe I had some special insight into his modus operandi. Or, hell, maybe I could just sweet talk him into giving you your boy back. We're talking about the same Croat? Let's just say that there were a lot of psychos in my crew back then but he always stood out as an exceptionally insane son of a bitch. So the odds are, if it's The Croat that's got him-"

"No," Maggie interrupted him before he could finish that sentence. She couldn't accept that as a possibility.

Negan sighed again. "Alright, tell me this: why would I help you?"

"Because you owe me-"

"Because I owe you, right," he interrupted her this time, his tone slightly laced with annoyance at the fact that she was still trying to use what he did as leverage to get what she wanted.

"You're the last person that I wanted to ask for help," she angrily said. "It doesn't look like you got too many options yourself. Because if I found you here, the Marshals will too. Far as I can tell, you have exhausted every shithole."

Negan considered his options for a moment. He knew that she was probably right, it was only a matter of time before the Marshals managed to find him. It wasn't like he was against the idea of helping her and he was concerned for her kid but even so, if he were to help her, he still wanted to get something more out of it. "And what would I get for helping you?"

"Maybe the knowledge that you'd actually done something decent for once in your life." Negan laughed at that and shook his head, which annoyed Maggie further. But she relented. "Fine. Weapons, food when we can produce more, whatever supplies you want, you can have."

"Now why would I want that when these folks I'm working for here have already set me up with everything I need?" He smirked at her.

Maggie was getting more irritated by the second. "Well, then what the hell do you want?"

Negan stayed silent for a moment, a thought of something that he did want from her crossing his mind. It was a perverted thing to consider but he couldn't help himself as his eyes scanned over her body. Ever since he first laid eyes on her all those years ago on the night he made her a widow, he's desired her carnally. Maggie noticed the way he was looking at her and the realization of what he was thinking hit her.

"You're a fucking pig, Negan," she said in disgust.

"I know," he simply said in response.

"You can't be serious."

Negan grinned at her in a way that could only be described as wolf-like. "But I am, darling. You want your boy back? This is the price." He knew it was wrong of him to try taking advantage of her like this but who knows if he would ever have a chance of having her again? He knew there was also a chance that she would kill him for even suggesting such a thing but that was a risk he was willing to take.

Maggie stood there in shock, considering her options. She knew that she shouldn't even be entertaining this idea, that she should just stab him to death with the knife she had in her hand for even daring to ask this of her and go find her son herself… But she wasn't sure if she could do it without him. Little did he know that her story about stolen grain was bullshit and that what The Croat actually wanted was Negan himself. She had been intending to trade him in exchange for her son and so the plan wouldn't work without him. Going there without upholding her end of the deal would likely get her and her son killed.

Negan noticed the hesitance in her, that she was actually considering his offer, and his cock twitched at the possibility that he was going to get what he wanted. He sat up straight, leaned back on his hands, and spread his legs, exposing his crotch to her. He reached a hand down to palm his cock over his clothes and stroked, groaning at the feeling. The look in his eyes as he stroked himself was like that of a predator hungry for its next meal looking at its prey. Maggie sucked in a breath at the intense sight and looked away from him.

"How do I know that you'll actually hold up your end of the deal after?" She finally spoke up to ask him.

"Heh, I guess you don't… But you know me, Maggie. I'm a man of my word."

Maggie was silent for a moment as she took in what he said. She knew that he was right, he was a lot of things but no one could say that he was a liar who didn't keep his promises. As much as it pains her to admit, she knows giving Negan what he wants is the best option here even though she really doesn't want. Before she could change her mind, she put the knife back on the dresser and walked over to Negan, got down on her knees between his legs, and began undoing the belt and zipper on his pants.

"Ah, good girl," Negan said with a smile on his face. He lifted his hips slightly so that Maggie could finish pulling his pants and underwear down just enough to set his cock free.

"Don't even think about backing out of the deal after this or I will kill you, Negan," she warned him in a serious tone. A laugh started coming out of Negan's mouth but was interrupted by a groan as Maggie took his cock in her hand and gave him a teasing stroke. He was already hard and she stroked him a few times before she jutted her tongue out to lick the tip of his cock, causing Negan to groan again. She closed her mouth over the tip and sucked, making him moan. She took more of him into her mouth and began moving her head, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could on every stroke.

Negan moaned and moved one of his hands to weave through her hair to rest on her head. "Mmm, Maggie," he moaned. Heat pooled in Maggie's gut at hearing him moan her name. She didn't want to be turned on by this but the sounds he was making combined with the way he was gently caressing her head were lighting a fire inside her. Maggie let out a small moan and the vibrations of it sent a bolt of pleasure through Negan's cock, making him moan loudly.

Suddenly, Negan took a hold of her hair and pulled her off his cock. "Was too close," he explained, panting. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed on your hands and knees," he instructed her. Maggie was hesitant but nodded. She got up and began removing her clothes until she had nothing on except for the necklace that displayed her wedding ring. Negan also got up to remove all of his clothes as well while she was doing the same. After they were both naked, Maggie moved to get on the bed like Negan told her to. When she was in position, she felt both a surge of fear and arousal flow through her at the vulnerable position she was in.

A breath caught in Negan's throat seeing her displayed like this. She looked stunning and so inviting. "Damn," Negan breathed out in awe and Maggie blushed. Negan couldn't believe that he was finally going to have her the way he's always wanted her and it excited him.

Negan got onto the bed behind her on his knees. He ran a finger through her folds and felt the wetness there. "Mmm, so wet already…" he said in a lustful tone. He moved his hand down and positioned it so that his thumb could touch her clit. He rolled the sensitive bud around and Maggie just barely stifled her moan, not wanting him to know how turned on she was. Negan took a hold of his cock and stroked himself as he stroked her, their arousals building in unison.

Negan removed his hand from her and Maggie almost whined at the loss of contact. He ran the tip of his cock through her folds a few times, coating himself in her arousal, and then pushed in until he bottomed out. Maggie gasped at the sudden feeling of being stretched after so many years of not having this. Negan moaned at the feeling of her tight heat and pulled almost all the way out before thrusting fully back in. He put a hand on her back between her shoulder blades and pushed her down until her face was on the bed before grabbing ahold of her hips and setting a fast pace. Maggie gripped the bedsheets with one hand and used her other to cover her mouth to stifle any moans that might slip out. She hated herself for being aroused by whoring herself out to her husband's killer and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was.

Negan looked down at where they were connected and the sight of his cock covered in her juices entering her drove him crazy. He moaned out and thrust a little faster. A sound like a muffled whimper came from Maggie and when he looked at her face, he saw her hand over her mouth and a look of ecstasy on her face. Negan smirked and groaned, realizing that she was feeling as much pleasure as him and was trying to hide it.

Negan pulled out suddenly, making Maggie whimper again, and grabbed her to maneuver her onto her back. He needed to see her fully as he fucked her. For a moment, he sat there and took in the sight of her. "Beautiful," he thought. He then noticed that she had kept her necklace on, the wedding ring on full display. Annoyance and jealousy flowed through him at the sight. He moved suddenly and entered her again without warning, causing her to moan and cover her mouth again. Negan grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head, making her gasp and causing a bolt of arousal to flow through her.

"Enough of that. I want to hear your moans as I fuck you," he growled. Maggie swallowed a moan at that. Negan began thrusting again, setting the same pace he did before. He changed angles and managed to find the sweet spot inside her, making her throw her head back and moan. He kept up his fast-paced thrusts, making sure to hit that spot every time. Maggie's resolve was breaking and more moans were slipping out against her will as she couldn't hide how she felt anymore. She didn't want to enjoy this but her body was betraying her as it's been so long since she's been with someone this way and the pleasure was overwhelming.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Negan groaned out and Maggie whimpered, which Negan took as a yes. He removed one of his hands from her wrist and lifted the end of the necklace where the wedding ring was in his hand. "Still wearing this… Makes me think you haven't been fucked in years, huh?" Maggie blushed but hesitantly nodded. "Heh, I knew it." In a sudden movement, Negan yanked the necklace hard enough to break it off Maggie's neck, making her gasp, and he threw it across the room. "You don't need that anymore. You're mine now," he growled.

Maggie wasn't sure if he was serious but she still wanted to argue with him and tell him "that wasn't part of the deal," but before she could say anything, he released her other wrist to plant his hands on the bed for better leverage and increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts. Negan moaned and Maggie let out a sound that sounded like a mix between a gasp and a moan. She gripped the sheets under her in pleasure, holding on as he practically fucked her into the mattress. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans, skin slapping against skin, and the bed creaking. If anyone was in the rooms adjacent to them or passing by outside, Maggie was sure they could hear them.

The pressure inside Maggie was building but she tried tamping down her release, not wanting to give into it. She was ashamed enough already from how much pleasure she was feeling and showing from this, she did not want to orgasm because of it. Negan could sense that she was close and holding back. He reached down to stroke her clit again. "Come on, come for me, Maggie," he coaxed her. The combination of his thrusts, his fingers teasing her clit, and his encouragement were too much for her and it sent her over the edge. "Fuck," Maggie whined and arched her back as she came. Shockwaves of pleasure rolled through her as fucked her through her orgasm… and Maggie was disgusted at herself for it.

"Fuck, good girl," Negan praised her as her walls clamped down on his cock. Maggie whimpered and after she came down from her high, Negan removed his hand from her clit and began chasing his own release. He was already close as the feeling of her wet heat was overwhelming him. He was ecstatic that he finally had her this way, albeit under questionable circumstances, but he didn't care as the pleasure of her was worth it. A few more thrusts and Negan came, spilling his seed inside her. He leaned down to kiss her as he rode out his orgasm, moaning into her mouth. Maggie moaned as well and a bit of pleasure shot through her at the kiss and feeling his cock twitching inside her.

When he finished, he leaned back from her lips and looked her in the eyes. "Thank you, darling," he said in a voice too sweet for Maggie's liking considering the situation. "But this rescue mission of yours seems very dangerous… I may need more payments in the future to be properly compensated. That is, if you don't want me abandoning you before we can get your boy back." Originally, Negan had planned on this being the only time he requested this from her but now that he finally had a taste of her, he couldn't let her go.

Stunned by this, Maggie nodded before she could really think. "Hmm, good," Negan said and grinned at her, that predatory look returning. He pulled out of her and got out of the bed to clean up and get dressed. Maggie laid there without moving, the realization of what she had just agreed to hitting her. Maggie would have never had sex with him but she just did and agreed to more of it if he wanted so that he will help her. In a way, she did enjoy it as she hadn't gotten to have that with anyone in years and it had felt amazing, but the fact that it was Negan of all people made her sick. A feeling of dread washed over her knowing that she'd have to continue pleasing him if she wanted him to help her. But she will do it, as she would do anything for her son to be brought home safe.

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A/N: There may or may not be more chapters to this. No promises though so I'm keeping it as a one-shot for now.

Thanks for reading! <3

#meowing #my fics #neggie #twddc #twd #the walking dead: dead city #the walking dead dead city #dead city #the walking dead #negan x maggie #maggie x negan #negan smith #negan #maggie rhee #maggie greene #twd fanfiction #twd fic #fics

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httpslela · 2 years

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video tape - r.b

robin buckley x plus-size fem!byers!reader

warnings: none, mutual pining i guess.

author’s note: bro idk why but the text is getting all weird like sometimes a part of it repeats itself and sometimes it disappears ???? so annoying and i cant seem to fix it so im sorry but you’ll just have to deal with it my bad

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Things were pretty slow at Family Video on a Tuesday, as usual. And that was the perfect opportunity for Steve to leave early due to this “super important event” he had to attend, that was probably just some date he had with another girl. Robin was dramatically pouting about it, and signing loudly.

— Can you quit with the groaning?

— Dude, you’re seriously going to leave me alone here doing all of this nothing by myself? Really?

— I'm not leaving you all alone. — Steve rolled his eyes. — For the matter, Keith has hired a new employee that will keep you busy with training.

— And who is this oh so amazing employee, that is, what? Almost three hours late?

— Her name is Y/N. Ya know, Jonathan's sister. — Robin looked at the boy next to her with wide eyes, completely stopping what she was doing and getting ugly stares from the middle aged woman at the counter.

— Shut up. You gotta be joking. — Robin gave the woman an apologetic look before handing her her tape. — Family Video hopes you have an amazing day.

— Why would I be joking about this? — She then turned to Steve and got closer to his ear while holding him by his shoulder.

— Well, I don’t know. Maybe because I had, like, the biggest crush on her since I was thirteen. — She whispered and he furrowed his brows, brushing his hand through his hair.

— Weren’t you into the muppet?

— Like you stuck with one girl during your entire school years, dingus. — Robin rolled her eyes, pocking on the star sticker she put on the cash register. — No, seriously, I can't work with her.

— Pff, Rob, you’ll be alright. She’s not that scary.

— Nope, no. Steve, you’re not getting it. I'm gonna get all awkward and I'll definitely mess it up.

Both of them heard the bell ring as you walked in, your brown hair was a bit messy and you had no makeup on. You had completely forgotten about work, it was your first day and you had already fucked up.

— So sorry, Harrington. I swear this will never happen again. — You rested your arms on the counter, feeling a little out of breath for running too fast from your car.

You looked at the girl in a dark blue blazer, sitting on the black chair in front of you for a moment, feeling your hand sweat when you realize who it was. Your brain went all blank when she looked up at you with those bright blue eyes, but you somehow managed to get some words out.

— Uh, hi. I’m Y/N.

— I’m… Robin. — Of course you knew who she was.

You remember very clearly going inside Scoop’s Ahoy every time you saw that she was at the register, just to see her in that cute sailor outfit. And how intensely you would stare at her hands as she scooped your chocolate cookie ice cream. How could you forget the amount of money that you spent there during the summer?

— Yeah, from Scoop’s, right?

— Uh-huh. — Robin felt like an idiot for not being able to 1) take her eyes off of you and 2) act like a normal person and say more than one word in a sentence.

Steve watched this — kind of awkward — interaction like a proud mother, not hiding his smirk as he got off the counter and made his way to the door.

— Glad you know each other, gotta go now. Sure you’ll do fine, Byers? — You turned back and gave him a sarcastic look, resting your hand on your waist.

— C’mon, Steve. You put the movies on the shelves, customers take them off. It’s not that hard. — Robin chuckled and you felt your heartbeat race at the sound.

— Annoying as ever, I see.

— Shut up and go to your date already. — He rolled his eyes at you and started to leave. — Use protection! — Steve was already outside when you shouted at him but he heard it and flipped you off before getting in his car and driving away.

— I… Didn’t know you guys were friends. — Robin started, taking her eyes off of you and focusing on her fingers. You turned back to her, taking in every single part of her face.

— We’re not really friends friends, he just stole my place of, like, my brother’s personal unpaid babysitter. — You chuckled, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear. — I didn't think you were friends. — She looked at you again, noticing that you were already looking directly at her. — I mean, he’s Steve Harrington. And he wasn’t exactly nice to you in high school.

— He changed a lot since back then, y’know? He’s a bit of an asshole, still, but I guess that’s just the way he is. — Robin smirked at you and you almost dropped dead, right then and there. Her brows furrowed at you. — How did you know that he wasn’t nice to me in high school?

— Well, he wasn’t nice to anybody except for his friends and Nance, so I just figured. And… I mean, we were in the same history class. — Robin eyes widened, having no memory of seeing you there. How the hell did she not notice you?

— What? Really? How did I not see you there? I mean, it is quite hard not to notice you. — She realized what she just said and thought about how wrong that could sound. — N-no, not like that! It's just that, like, you’re just so… You know? I mean-

— Chill, Robin. I get it. — You gave her a small smile. — You were just too busy staring at Steve 90% of the time, and I sat on the very other side from you, on the back. — You looked away from her for a moment. — I thought you liked him, back then.

— What?! No, no way. Like, no. Nope. Steve's like… The complete opposite of what my type is. We’re totally platonic. With a capital P. — She stumbled on her own words making you giggle.

— Aight, Rob. — You looked back at her, taking a second staring at her face as she stared at you right back.

God, you were so fucked.

— So… Where can I start?

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin x reader #robin buckley stranger things #robin stranger things #robin x plus-size reader #robin x fem!reader #wlw fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things #robin buckley x byers!reader

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barnesafterglow · 2 years

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it's hard to believe that it's been an entire year since i posted my very first fic on this account. it feels like so much longer and at the same time like no time has passed at all. despite all the ups and downs that i've had on here, with my writing and otherwise, i am so so grateful for this community and all the friends i've made on here.

i'm big on celebrating, so i thought i could do a little sleepover in honor of my one year anniversary! since tomorrow (july 14th) is my official post date, i won't be answering asks until then, but feel free to start sending them as soon as you want! i'll keep answering asks all weekend, until sunday july 17th. i will be out of town all weekend, so these will likely be answered later in the evening in bulk rather than through out the day, but i will get to all of them!!

thank you so much to everyone who has ever supported me on here, your encouragement and comments are the reason i'm still around. thank you @pellucid-constellations for being my best friend in the whole world. if tumblr brought me anything, i'm so glad it was you. and another special thanks to @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare, not only for helping me so much with this sleepover, but being my constant hype woman and spring board for ideas, even when i don't think i deserve it. i could type out paragraphs for every single one of you but i really think i would cry, so i'll leave it at those two

so without further ado, here's the setup of the sleepover:

- you don’t have to be following me to participate and feel free to send as many asks as you like!!

📰 local news: i'll put my everyday playlist on shuffle and rec you a song!

📰 international news: send me any recommendations you have for tv shows, movies, books, songs, etc!

📰 entertainment: any of your typical sleepover games! (fmk, would you rather, top 5 or anything else you can think of!)

📰 society pages: send me any cast your mutuals (or share some hot gossip ;)

📰 comic strips: send me a song, aesthetic, or prompt + a character (or not!) and i'll make a lil moodboard based on it

📰 sports: send me a description of yourself/a fun fact + a fandom (marvel or stranger things) and i'll ship you with a character!

📰 advice column: anonymously (or not) send me any burning questions you have about love, life, etc (do not take anything i say seriously, please)

📰 classifieds: recommend some of your own fics or just some fics you love! i read everything from marvel to stranger things to star wars to harry potter, so pretty much anything is fair game if you wanna shout yourself or someone else out!

📰 letter to the editor: ask me any questions you have about fics i've written, any WIPs, writing in general, or just any questions you may have about me as a person!

no pressure tagging some mutuals <3

@sweetdreamsbuck @sweetascanbee @foreverindreamlandd @spidderboy @fandoms-writings @writing-for-marvel @softlysteven @lilacletter @treatbuckywkisses @smokeinherperfume @abovethesmokestacks @aphrogeneias @jadedvibes @atlaese @bemine-bucky @inklore @majestyeverlasting @asgardwinter @bubblebuckys

#tiffany's one year sleepover

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mister-eames · 8 months

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@elleeffsee Ok but now I need how they get together and all the feels 🥺 please?? I beg you 😭

Gosh there are so, so many ways this could unfold (and why we have a breadth of so many great fics!). I've imagined it one hundred different ways!!! If I could describe my perfect scenario, I think of how messy these two individuals are, and how seriously they feel about each other and my mind goes rampant.

There is a line I think about so much in one of my fave fics (Mutually-Assured Seduction by laceymcbain) that says about Arthur and Eames getting together: "I thought it would be like watching tigers circle. It's more like circus clowns on those tiny bicycles."

I think it would be a lot like that.

My go-to is always forced proximity. Forced to realise what they have together, what they could have together - what they are at risk of losing now that they've had it for a while. Whether that's fake/pretend relationship, being stuck in a safehouse/stuck sharing a living space for work. Or literal forced proximity, like being stuck in a cupboard.

And there is a moment of intimacy - of kissing, finally getting there hands on one another and have you ever felt a certain way, when you love someone and they touch you, and you know your body is not the same as it was before? It will take an entire shedding cycle of your cells for you to feel like yourself again.

They've already crossed that threshold of doing it once, right? Like ripping off the bandaid - the scab they've been trying to protect is now exposed so if they do it once again, what's the issue? And then what's the harm in doing it again - ?

Suddenly it becomes more than just something that sets your skin on fire - it becomes a source of comfort - to yourself, and to the person you're touching, the person you're kissing - when you share an intimate moment to make someone else feel better, to feel appreciated, you're already in love, friend, and now you've got receipts all over your DNA that you can't cash in. And maybe Arthur and Eames get into an argument over something stupid at that point, they've been living out of each others pockets enough to get comfortable to fight over something petty like dishes that haven't been soaked or wasting electricity or the thermostat settings and it blows up into something else entirely, something deeper and more serious, it becomes a shouting match and one yells "if you don't like it, you can just leave!"

And the other does, they're gone for five hours, or a day, and it doesn't matter because its long enough for the heart-wilting, nauseating realisation that they will never get this thing again with the other person, and god they're so fucking stupid for thinking it could ever just be a handful of kisses, of touches, that their feelings would not influence how they hold each other. They go back, to finish the job, expecting to be heartbroken all alone, to carry on like coworkers ---except their bodies know each other so well, they could come back together and meet in the middle even with their eyes closed.

And they nearly do, colliding in a heartfelt, near violent kiss, clutching at each other as if trying to imprint the other person the same way they have them. People who don't have feelings for each other don't kiss like this right?

Yeah.

THAT BEING SAID aha I do also love the very quiet ways in which they get together. Man meets man, asks him to dinner, and there they have been together ever since. They just have a quiet, solid relationship from before the movie all throughout it.

They're just amazing, these two. They can do it all!

#arthur x eames #inception #oof accidentally inspiring me to work on my fic(s) before i go to work

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louscartridge · 2 years

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okay but I NEEED a Mandy Milkivich fic, maybe a little mutual pining but both of them are in denial so they just think they bsf’s and everything they do is normal to them lolol. Also she most definitely does listen to kittie and I personally think she listens to jack off jill too.

-🌞(idk if this is taken yet lol)

a/n- theres no smut in this btw ive just seen ppl being based for a small cw and i dont feel like needing to block someone bc i didnt put a cw for like fucking swearing. yes you can be 🌞 anon (i have an anon list so you can see what is and isnt taken.)

cw- mentions of drinking, mutual pinning, switch mandy/switch reader (?), mickey saying something ab killing someone, slight mention of smoking, both reader and mandy being stupid, bsf's to lovers ig, gallavich is here too bc i said so, sweariing, mention of ass slapping, mention of boob grabing (consentual), kissing idk man im pretty sure thats evreything.

“mandy!” you laughed, the both of you rolling all over the bed.

mandy stopped moving and so did you. she grabbed your wrists and pushed them against her mattress straddling you. “y/n!” she looked at you mocking back.

“get off me!”

“noo!”

taking your leg you wrap it around hers causing her to twist over. you slide your hands down her arms you now being the one on top.

“oh come on, seriously?” she sighs a hint of frustration in it.

“yeah how do you like it?”

“just let me go.” she says shaking her head. “we could watch a movie.” she says but just above a whisper this time.

you were about to tease her some more before you were interrupted but a very familiar laugh.

“oh ok now thats weird” mickey says slightly laughing pointing to you two, beer in his hand.

“what are you talking about?” mandy says, you getting off of her.

“what do you mean what am i talking about? if i didnt come in here you guys were gonna fuck. no doubt.”

“no we werent?” you unsurely respond.

“oh please, you were the one on top of her. you especially know it!”

at this point the three of you were in the living room. mandy walks in the kitchen to also get a beer.

“hey mandy” ian says leaning on the counter making mandy slightly jump.

“jesus. hey ian”

“beer?” he responds handing her one.

“yeah give me one for y/n too”

“got it-” ian cuts himself off making himself yell over mickeys yelling. “mickey what are you on about?” ian exaggeratedly askes.

he quickly replies “do you think y/n and my sister have fucked each other?”

“hell yeah!” ian says scoffing.

mickey raisis his eyebrows moving his finger from you and mandy repeatedly.

“oh wait have they not?” ian suddenly says curiosity evident.

“apparently not”

“why do you two think we have? or will?” you say opening the beer mandy gave you.

“well for one the random ass boob grabs?” ian answers.

“or ass slaps.” mickey continues

“or sitting on each other to do the other makeup” ian gives another reason

“like you could easily do that without sitting on eacho thers fucking lap” mickey finishes.

they keep going one right after another.

“okay!” you and mandy both shout together.

“always saying shit in sync”

you cut ian down. “ian! ok we get it. it might seem weird but were not like that. were just friends”

“yeah right. thats how me and ian started doing shit.”

you looked at mickey both grossed out and confused.

“sure we werent friends or doing any of the other weird shit, but the pinning! im talking about the pinning!” he conformed.

“holy shit whatever” mandy sighed going down the hallway back to her room.

“do you still wanna watch a movie?” you semi-shout following her to her room.

“netflix and chill” ian and mickey say tother.

“mandyy” you whine rolling on your side to look at her.

the movie wasnt over yet but you felt like youve been laying there for years, the movie being incredibly boring.

“mhm?” she questions looking down at you.

“how much longer is left of this?” you ask motioning your head to the tv.

“uhg i know its so boring.” she agrees grabbing the remote beside her.

“oh my god” you groan throwing yourself back down on her bed.”thats way to long!”

mandy turns the movie off and looks at you.

“maybe ian and mickey were right.” she unexpectedly says making you shoot your head up.

“huh!?”

“i mean, ive had friends before. best friends too. not alot but ive had them. and ive never done any of the shit that i do with you with them.” she thinks

“dates?” you question kinda curious yourself.

“ive had fucks. but never actually officially dated someone. i dont think ive even done these things with fucks ethier.”

before ethier of you could think anything else you took your hand and held the side of her face. pulling her closer to you, you partly covor her lips with yours. she immediately understands and starts kissing back. unfortunaitley you have to eventually pull away for some air.

“ian!” you yell hopping off her bed.

“was mickey right?” ian responds watching as you joyfully walk out of her room.

“the only time he ever will be right!” you smile

“you wont be saying that when you ask me to help you kill someone.”

you hear mandy come up behind you, the sound of a lighter being heard then a faint sizzle. “seriously mick?”

“i knew it was way to quite for something to not be happening.”

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform without credit

another a/n- yes you can be 🌞 anon (i have an anon list so you can see what is and isnt taken.)

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jaimebluesq · 9 months

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The lates installment of my 12 Months with the One Braincell Trio - the word of July was mutual, and I swear I did not plan it. For these three, there was only one way I could go with this prompt - modern day AU Tumblr Mutuals :D

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Nie Huaisang flopped onto a park bench, simply trying to catch his breath. His brother sarcastically waved over his shoulder as he jogged away, leaving Nie Huaisang to recover in peace.

“I told you I wasn’t built for exercise, Da-ge,” he muttered.

With a sigh, he lifted one of his feet onto the bench. He’d worn his brand new running shoes – flashy neon green and black, bought for the aesthetic, not because he actually liked running – and had just changed to new laces the other day. Laces that were now loose and dirty from trailing along the ground. He admired the cute little frogs on his laces as he went about tying them in a bow.

“Hey man!” someone called out from nearby. “I like your shoelaces!”

“Thanks!” he called back without thinking. “I stole them from the president!”

And then he froze, realizing what he’d said. He slowly lifted his head, his cheeks already turning hot, and met the happily surprised face of a stranger standing nearby next to a bright red bicycle. The young man grinned at him and pointed his way.

“Tumblr!”

Nie Huaisang nodded, feeling a little less embarrassed. After all, the other guy would have only gotten the reference if he too had been at the ‘devil’s sacrament’. “Yeah,” he managed a small smile, even if his breath was still a little too fast after his attempt at jogging. “You too?”

The stranger flipped the kickstand on his bike to keep it standing, then strolled over to join Nie Huaisang on the bench. “Yep. RedAndBlack4Eva, though I mostly post about Proud Immortal Demon Way, and not many people are into that-”

“No!” All hesitance leeched away from Nie Huaisang and he nearly bounced on his seat. “No way! I’m FanBoy69!”

The stranger gave Nie Huaisang a playful shove. “Seriously?! We’ve been mutuals for two years now! I love your headcanons on Liu Qingge.”

Nie Huaisang shrugged. “What can I say, he reminds me of my brother. But your fic about Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu was just,” he smacked his lips, “chef’s kiss.”

“Where the fuck did you go?!” a new voice shouted from nearby. “Wei Wuxian, if you fucked off on me again, I’m going to break your legs!”

“And that’s my best friend. And yeah, I’m Wei Wuxian.”

“Nie Huaisang,” he offered in return.

“A-Cheng, I’m over here!” Another young man on a purple bike came into view, and the moment he saw Wei Wuxian, he grimaced and wheeled his bike in their direction. “Hey, FanBoy, you should totally try the key phrase on my friend,” Wei Wuxian whispered. “He won’t know what’s going on – he’s funny when he’s confused and angry.”

Nie Huaisang chuckled. He waited until the other young man was closer before speaking up. “Hey,” he called over, and the guy looked at him. “I like your shoelaces.”

“Thanks, I stole them from the president,” the guy muttered back.

Wei Wuxian suddenly stood up and pointed at the other guy. “Jiang Cheng, you said you didn’t have Tumblr!!!”

“Like I was going to admit it to you!” the guy shouted defensively. “And besides, you’re not even into the same things I am.”

“Oh yeah?” Wei Wuxian had a challenging look on his face, and Nie Huaisang was more than amused watching them together. He’d had a good relationship with his big brother all of his life, but he’d never really had a long-term friend of any kind, particularly one close enough to call a best friend. “Then what’s your username? Unless you’re scared of me finding out what you post...”

Jiang Cheng frowned, but Nie Huaisang could read the tell-tales signs of someone giving in. “I’m sure you’ve never seen it before,” he muttered. “AngryGrape77.”

Nie Huaisang lit up immediately. “You commissioned my fanart of Sha Hualing!!!”

“FanBoy?” Jiang Cheng asked, looking a little less put out. “You have a great colour palette.”

“And,” Wei Wuxian crowed, “you reblog half my posts with the tag #why do I even like this damn novel.

Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “I should have known you’d be RedAndBlack.

“So!” Wei Wuxian stood and waved his hands from one of them to the next. “Proper introductions. The AngryGrape here is my bestie, Jiang Cheng. I’m Wei Wuxian, the only guy on Tumblr with correct opinions,” the other two groaned in response, “and FanBoy is Nie Huaisang.”

“Nice to meet you guys,” Nie Huaisang replied with a light wave.

“Now that that’s settled, we need to go for coffee!” Wei Wuxian perched his hands on his hips. “Come on, I’ve been waiting ages to be able to talk with other fans of Proud Immortal Demon Way in meet-space. Huaisang, say you’ll join us?”

Jiang Cheng grimaced. “Please, join us so this one can talk someone else’s ear off for once.”

Then the two looked to Nie Huaisang expectantly.

“Ah, just... wait a moment.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly sent off a text to his brother.

Da-ge, a new friend invited me for coffee. Meet you back at home?

And a few moments later, his phone chirped back.

Fine, don’t get into any trouble I can’t get you out of. I’m making hotpot for supper, so don’t be late.

He slid his phone back into his pocket and gingerly rose up from the bench, thankful his legs were no longer as wobbly as when he’d first sat down. “So... you were saying coffee?”

Wei Wuxian grabbed his bike and he and Jiang Cheng walked theirs along either side of Nie Huaisang, and the three of them spent the next two hours chatting over coffee about the latest headcanons and their favourite fanfics.

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

#nie huaisang #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #12 months fics #one braincelll trio

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ginger-goblin · 2 years

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Spellbound | Eddie Munson

also on wattpad [@TheHotWeasley]

Track Six: The Killing Moon

Description: Melanie, our favorite new pagan goth girl at Hawkins High, agrees to play with The Hellfire Club, and gets a ride home from Eddie the dungeon master…

Warnings: Strong Language, Mutual Pining, Just some nice fluff lol

“𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖊

𝖀𝖕 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑

𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓

𝕳𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖒" - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓, 𝕰𝖈𝖍𝖔 & 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖊𝖓

"That... is... a... MISS, MELS!" Eddie bellowed over the table of geeks.

The gaggle of teens screamed in agony. I was their last hope for this monster, who I couldn't even remember the name of. I dramatically fell back in my chair, groaning loudly.

"See, she's not even good!" Mike yelled, clearly annoyed.

"Mike. I am going to ask you once again, to shut your stupid mouth." Dustin said, slapping the back of Mike's head.

"Hey!" Mike yelped in pain. I rolled my eyes.

"Does this kid ever stop whining? It's getting ridiculous-"

We all began arguing over one another, shouting obscenities in each other's faces and flipping many birds. Suddenly, Eddie began to slam his hands on the table.

"CHILDREN! Now that I have your attention, this dastardly dragon is roaring in its success of tearing Miss Galadriel's arm off. However, he is only one good hit away from death. Miss Galadriel, as we know, is the last living member of the party. What do you do, Miss Galadriel?" Eddie sat perched on his chair, wiggling his eyebrows in my direction.

"JUST FUCKING FLEE, SERIOUSLY!" Mike yelled with his hands gripping his hair.

"Language, small one!" I teased, sticking my tongue out.

"Miss Galadriel, this is serious. One more hit and you're done for as well. You can make this last shot with your bow, you still have that right?" Dustin asked. I nodded in response.

"Ah, I don't know if I can do it. I should just flee so we can all get out of here." I reasoned.

"I'll cheer you on. I bet you can get at least one good roll this game."

"Thanks, Dustin." I said, sarcastically.

"Come on! Do it!" Dustin cheered, tossing me the D20. I took a deep breath, and looked to Eddie, raising an eyebrow.

"Hast thou decided to FIGHT?" Eddie said, dramatically.

"I, Miss Galadriel, draw my bow back with my teeth, since I am without an arm. I release the bow and aim directly into the beasts glistening mouth." I described, cautiously shaking the die in my hand. All eyes were on me, as I quickly released it onto the table. We watched it bounce several times, before it landed right in front of Mike.

"Twenty." Mike gulped.

I screamed in delight, and so did my party members. Dustin was cheering, patting me on the back, while Jeff roared and pounded his chest. I laughed at their goofy antics. I finally looked up to Eddie, who was astounded at my roll. He sighs dramatically.

"The beast has been slain by our mighty hero, Miss Galadriel." He bowed in front of me, and I felt my heart swell.

The party wrapped things up quickly, it seemed like everyone had parents who were actually worried about their whereabouts. I gave them all awkward high fives as we exchanged numbers. Dustin was the only one to ask for a hug, which I reluctantly obliged to. He was such a sweet kid. He didn't see me as a freak, he just saw me as someone cool. That was a feeling unlike anything I had known. Someone thought I was actually cool. Eddie saw me as a freak and helped me embrace it, but Dustin was showing me that I could be someone people could look up to.

Eddie and I were left to clean up the game, and we had been either recalling funny things Dustin said or making some sort of weird flirty comment towards one another.

"You actually did really, really well for a first timer." Eddie mumbled, packing up his DM items.

"Well, I've never played a game like this before, but you sure are good at what you do." I smiled back at him.

"Oh, don't flatter me. I was trying to be the nice one for once."

"I don't think either of us are particularly 'nice ones'." I said, using air quotes. Eddie chuckled in response.

"I'm serious, though. You're a great story teller. It's nice to see you so passionate about something that isn't, like, being mean to popular people or using your wicked charm on your sheep." I explained.

"Always great of you to throw a little insult at the end there, Mels." Eddie joked. I stuck my tongue out at him and sat on the table, remembering all that had happened. I found myself smiling again.

"Would you ever consider coming back to the Hellfire club?" Eddie asked, reluctantly.

"Maybe. Do I get to have one of those cool T-shirts?" I smirked. Eddie locked eyes with me.

"I don't know. We'd have to find you an all black one, I'm sure." He teased, eyeing my outfit.

"Hey, maybe I'll sport the color white for a day or two if it means I can watch you weirdos scream over a table top game."

"That makes you one of the weirdos too." Eddie grinned.

"I guess it does." I smiled back at him. My heart began to flutter. I was feeling exactly what all the poets talked about. The yearning, the pining, the wanting. Oh, fuck. I think I might be falling in love with Eddie Munson. We stared into one another for a second too long, the both of us looking away and chuckling softly.

"I happen to know for a fact that, you, miss Melanie, take the bus to school everyday, so therefore... you need a ride home, don't you?" Eddie questioned, leaping up on the table to join me.

"You are a total stalker, Munson." I teased, crossing my arms over my chest.

"That's a lot coming from the girl who stared at me for a week up on that hill..." Eddie accused, his eyes widening with mischief.

"What? I was not staring at you." I bluffed, incredibly fucking embarrassed that he noticed me analyzing him from afar.

"Yes you totally fucking were! Those eyes of yours pierce into my soul, man. They're like daggers. You can feel them from a mile away. It's pretty intense." Eddie smiled at me, scooting closer.

"You're full of shit. I... j-just have a scary face." I stuttered.

"Holy fuck, am I making Miss Melanie all flustered?" Eddie teased, tapping me on the nose.

"No! Jesus, you're relentless." I groaned, wiping at my nose to get the electric feeling away.

"Sure am. Let me drive you home, Mels." Eddie said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder. I felt his touch spread through my entire body, and I took a deep breath.

"Who am I to pass up a free ride from a dangerous satanist metalhead?" I joked. I slid off the table and began to walk towards the door.

Eddie sprinted to the door at a remarkable pace, knocking over a small trash can in the process. I laughed to myself, stopping right before I could open the door. Eddie heaved, then grinned wildly as he opened it for me. I felt myself blush.

"I would've never pegged you as a gentleman." I mused.

"There's a lot more where that came from." Eddie winked.

The car ride seemed a lot more quiet than usual. I mean, the car was shaking from Eddie's radio, but that was normal. It wasn't normal that Eddie was being so quiet. I looked over at him, his jaw was clenched, his left hand gripping the steering wheel, his right hand drumming the beat onto the dash. He seemed entranced. He looked ahead and licked his lips, then looked to me for just a second. I smirked at him.

"Earth to Eddie Munson? You haven't spoken for over two minutes and we're not driving anywhere near my house. What's up with you?" I teased, slightly worried.

"Well... I was hoping you'd be willing to stop by my place real quick...so I can show you my awesome guitar skills, and maybe share a blunt or two. I'm assuming you're not busy tonight because you are, unfortunately, a total loner hermit." Eddie smiled at me. I laughed in shock.

"I'll have you know I had big plans tonight." I bluffed.

"Big plans? Melanie?" Eddie laughed, and I ruffled my eyebrows.

"Huge."

"HUGE plans?"

"Yes!" I yelled.

"I'm not buying that! You're a total liar-" Eddie accused, pointing at me.

"Oh, I am not lying, Munson. I'll have you know I was very excited to head to my own home and hang out with my cat tonight." I protested.

"Well, who am I to get between a girl and her cat?" Eddie sighed, rolling his eyes. He began to pull into a random driveway to turn around, and I instantly hated my stupid attempts to hide from Eddie.

"Wait... I'm sorry, I'm just joking, really. I want to come over." I said, placing my hand on his arm rest. Eddie slowly looked at how close my hand was to him. He smiled softly.

"You want to come over to my place?"

"Yes. That's what I said, dummy." I teased, poking him in the side. Eddie laughed, and sighed happily, quickly turning the car back around towards his trailer.

"Perfect." He mused. The song on the radio changed to some Bon Jovi song, which made both Eddie and I roll our eyes. We chuckled, and I slowly reached over to change it. I smiled, and Eddie groaned, trying to change it again. It was playing "The Killing Moon", by Echo & The Bunnymen. It was cheesy, but I really liked the song.

"Holy shit, turn this garbage off." I grabbed Eddie's hand, stopping him from changing it. I smiled at him brightly. His hand felt absolutely perfect laced in mine. I could feel his pulse getting faster. I batted my eyelashes at him as the song continued to play. Eddie's eyes were incredibly wide, but he was still pissed about the song.

"I'm serious! Mels, there is no way you like this song." Eddie was absolutely furious, but I wanted to annoy him. My instinct was to sing along obnoxiously.

"Under blue moon I saw you, so soon you'll take me..." I sang, squeezing his hand. He squeezed back.

"LA LA LAA! FUCK OFF, I HATE THIS SONG-" Eddie attempted to yell over me, but I just started singing the song louder.

"FATE! UP AGAINST YOUR WI-LL! THROUGH THE THICK AND THIN... HE WILL WAIT UN-TIL YOU GIVE YOURSELF TO HIM..."

Eddie continued to protest, but in his eyes he seemed to recognize what I was saying. I liked this song for a reason. It made me think of him. I sang quieter.

"In starlit nights I saw you, so cruelly you kissed me. Your lips, a magic world-" I felt Eddie squeeze my hand again, and I giggled. I have never giggled this much in my life. So I continued to sing. As I sang, Eddie bit his lip and smiled. He slowly rubbed his thumb along my hand in such a delicate way I felt a shiver down my spine. This guy was going to be the end of me.

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