#where neighbors just walked in and poked around and took stuff

[clamorybus]

yeah humans have kinda always been morbid dicks about tragedies. like you look up any old timey murder case and 9 times out of ten there will be a crowd of lookey-lous wandering onto the crime scene and just taking shit

#like the murder of the lawson family; neighbors stole raisins off the christmas cake for keepsakes #while they wandered through the crime scene where 7 people (5 of them small children!) where murdered #or when the bodies of her beaus were discovered on belle gunness's farm #while the police exhumed more bodies there were straight up vendors setting up right next to them #a guy was selling lemonade and ice cream and cake. there was a popcorn vendor. someone was selling commemorative postcards #someone even managed to sell a dog corpse to a young woman by telling her that belle gunness practiced poisons on it! #and when the police finally had enough and told everyone to leave #the crowd freaked out and surged towards the house #they tried prying open the windows or tear off the siding of the house to get inside #it was fucking madness #also during the jack the ripper case one of the suspects was cleared because his alibi was that he was watching a house burn down #with another crowd of people #now that i think about it im pretty sure the same thing happened with the jonbenet ramsey case #where neighbors just walked in and poked around and took stuff #there's dozens of more examples honestly #and there is a lot to be said about how a lot of true crime cases are covered or how true crime fans respond to things #but tldr: this is not a new problem unfortunately. people have always been disrespectful and morbid

[shayyprasad]

right next door // part one | peter parker

ahhhh new series!!

masterlist!

summary: you move in right next door to a cutie, problem is, he isn't much of a talker. or anything at all. but it's okay, because you're dead-set on getting him to warm up to you.

warnings: mean peter :(

pairing: peter parker x fem!bubbly!reader

word count: 1.9k+ words

you scowled under your breath, absolutely frustrated.

“if you want us to take the boxes up to the fifth level, you’re going to have to pay us extra,” the man spoke, arms crossed. the movers you had hired looked to be twins, around the age of 30, perhaps? they had heavy accents and took you to be a gullible female if they believed that you’d pay an additional 25 dollars for that.

“look, i included the information about my flat being on the fifth floor, and despite having that knowledge, you took this job. i am not paying you extra, so how about you do this right, okay?” you scoffed in disbelief; you didn’t know that moving into a new apartment would be so difficult. all you wanted was for these insufferable men to take your stuff to your flat so you could finally relax.

finally breathe, because you hadn’t gotten any “you” time since you made the decision to move into a whole new state, which you were starting to regret now.

no, no, independence is always worth it.

probably.

either way, it was nice to get away from your overbearing parents that were currently all the way over in florida.

“lady, we don’t got all day, so either pay up, or-”

“i’ll take it from here,” a male voice interjected. you looked over to see a brunette, with honey-brown colored eyes and a perfectly sculpted face.

perfectly sculpted.

perfectly.

you’d seen him a couple times when checking out the building. he lived in e11, which was part of the reason you’d moved into e12, right next door. there wasn’t anything wrong with wanting a god for a neighbor, right?

that was a rhetorical question, of course there wasn’t anything wrong with it.

after poking around (begging your landlord for his name and room number), you found out that he was peter parker from e11.

you watched him walk over and raise an eyebrow at the men, who stood unmoving. “i said we got it from here.”

“you her boyfriend or something?”

“and what would it be to you?” peter adjusted his position to where his arms were crossed, shirt tight and muscles flexed.

okay, so it wasn't just his face that was perfectly sculpted.

the men exchanged eye contact and shook their heads, sighing. you stuck your tongue out at them, despite the fact they were already walking out the door, backs facing you.

you called out, “and that’s one star for you guys on yelp!”

brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, you looked back at peter, who was already picking up a box. “oh, hey, you don’t have to do that. i’m sure i’ll manage.”

“it’s okay. i don’t mean to underestimate your strength, but these boxes aren’t very light.”

“yes, but-… are you sure? i don’t want to burden you with this.”

he glanced at you, balancing a box on top of the one he was holding, “it’s no burden. unless you don’t want my help, which is a different story altogether.”

“uh, no, nothing like that,” you hesitated. he seemed very stoic, in no mood for small talk, or to converse in general. “but thanks for what you did. i didn’t need the help, i could have handled it on my own, but… um, thanks.”

“did you a favor,” he shrugged, “you weren’t really getting anywhere with that.”

you frowned at his bluntness, but bit back a retort. he was willing to help you, this complete stranger. and for that, you were grateful.

picking up one of the lighter boxes, you followed after him on the stairs. “so… um… i’m y/n. l/n,” you added after a second.

“peter parker,” was all he said, and you nodded as if you hadn’t previously known that.

“nice to meet you, peter.”

“what room do you live in?”

“e12.” you stopped yourself from adding right next to you.

“’kay.”

“what about you?”

“huh?”

“w-where do you live?”

“e11.”

“oh,” you smiled, as if you didn’t know that as well. “that’s so cool! we’re neighbors!”

“yay.”

it seemed like that was sarcastic, so you decided that it was best to maybe shut up. so that’s what you did.

after a while, you were able to get all your boxes (with peter doing most of the work). you stood in your flat with your hands on your hips as peter put the last box down. “seriously,” you breathed, “thank you so much. i have no idea what i’d do if you weren’t there.”

“negotiate with russian twins and get nowhere.”

you laughed nervously, unsure of whether or not that was a joke. “um, you can stay a little longer, if you’d like. or not. that’s fine, too.” you were hoping he’d stay, even though you literally had nothing for him to sit on. there was no furniture… but maybe he’d want to stay anyways?

“i’m good.”

“o-okay, peter. see you around?”

without another word, he slipped out of your apartment, shutting the door behind him.

you thought that moving in next to peter would make you a little less lonely, and maybe you’d make a new friend.

but perhaps your mother was right. what if you weren’t ready for all this?

new job, new home, new state… new everything.

you were all alone in the big city.

but- but it would be okay, you decided, shaking your head. “it’s fine. i can do this. i’m going to do this. today was a minor setback, which my mom doesn’t need to know about… and i need to make new friends before talking to myself becomes a habit.”

you stood in the middle of your flat, grinning. nothing was going to stop you from achieving your dream.

-

your new job at the daily bugle wasn't going to start for another week, so you had time to unpack and adjust. music blared from the speakers, helping you get into your new groove. you sang and danced around to it, laughing like a fool (you were sleep deprived).

you took the plastic wrapping off the couches and adjusted them to where you liked, with much struggle, of course. next came chairs and tables, and you were glad to get those out of the way. once you’d completed moving and unpacking some of the bigger things, you had gotten bored.

but, nevertheless, you still wanted to be productive. finally, you settled on decorating the living room. taking out pillows, throw blankets, and pictures, you put them all in their designated places.

in complete exhaustion, you tossed yourself onto your couch. “aw, crap, where i am gonna sleep tonight?” you groaned.

in hindsight, maybe you should’ve done the bedroom first. man, you were kind of a mess without your mother.

laying there, gazing up the bare ceiling, your thoughts drifted to peter. he was mean, but in a reserved way. like it wasn’t really to be mean, but more about how his personality was. “oh, well, i’ll just make him warm up to me.”

after all, you did need friends. so why not start with peter?

with a new task at hand, you jumped up, speeding towards the kitchen. you planned on making him cookies, after all, who didn’t like those? you preheated the oven… before realizing you had to unpack all your kitchen related items.

and you had to go shopping for ingredients.

you had some money to last you until a new paycheck, so you might as well spend it somehow. besides, this could be a way to get peter to like you.

not like that.

well, not yet.

first, you had to get him to be friends with you. no, scratch that. you had to go shopping first.

-

“you need butter to make cookies, right?” you asked yourself, glancing over to your cart that currently held milk, eggs, and flour in it. “oh! and sugar! …vanilla extract? why on earth haven’t i googled this yet?” shaking your head in dismay, you pulled out your phone, searching up what you needed.

“okay… so…chocolate chips. gah, how did i forget that? cornstarch, and salt,” you looked at the aisle you were in, pausing momentarily. after a second, you threw a pack of measuring spoons in. “obviously, you need chocolate chips for chocolate chip cookies!”

sighing, you glanced up, only to be met with the eyes of a bewildered woman. “um… sorry,” you mumbled sheepishly, forgetting you were in public.

seriously, you needed new friends. pronto.

you wheeled your cart to the checkout aisle and waited in line. looking up, you saw a masked figure on the television. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and tilted your head, squinting to read the caption; “spider-man stops yet another robbery”.

“huh,” you murmured quietly. “spider-man.”

“mommm, isn’t he so cool?” turning your head, you saw a little boy pointing at the screen.

“what? yeah, he is,” she said, filing through her wallet.

you pulled your phone out of your back pocket, going into safari. the knit between your eyebrows hadn’t left as you tapped on the first news link, jjjnews.com.

spider-man, the masked menace.

you looked up and frowned. menace? you thought he was a hero, given the whole robbery thing. come to think of it, the name sounded familiar. “spider-man…” you hummed, testing it out once more.

whether he is in affiliation with the avengers, we do not know. the infamous spider-man, often referred to as the masked menace by his critics and opponents, raises an intriguing question: why does he feel the need to conceal his identity? what secrets is he keeping from us that drive him to hide behind a mask? could it be fear of exposure or perhaps a deeper motivational factor? but what drives him to conceal his true self from the world? what secrets lie beneath that mask, and what is he purposefully keeping hidden from those around him?

these questions continue to haunt not only the citizens of new york city, but also his closest allies. while spider-man is praised as a courageous crime-fighter, some question if there is more to his story than meets the eye. as a beloved hero or feared vigilante, the truth behind spider-man's persona remains a mystery waiting to be unraveled.

with the emergence of new heroes comes a surge in villains as well, and perhaps spider-man's presence only adds fuel to the fire. it is time for the authorities to take action against this dangerous masked figure before any more harm is done.

you pressed your lips together, and exited the app. that was enough of that, because as far as you knew, this guy sounded like a hater. this man, expecting no incentive at all, risked his life every day to keep others safe.

what more did people want, honestly?

seeing as it was your turn, you picked things up from the cart and set them down onto the checkout. pulling out your wallet, you inserted the chip in the credit card.

“that’ll be $37.50.”

“um, okay,” why was that more than you thought it’d be?

 yay, cookies, right?

somehow, you managed to make it home without crashing into someone, or someone crashing into you. you didn’t have a car yet, nor did you trust yourself with on here in nyc, so you took a taxi.

being completely honest, you were kind of excited about this. being more completely honest, you didn’t know how to bake. (or cook.)

but maybe it’d be okay. i mean, how hard was following instructions on a screen?

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #fluff #angst #tom holland x you #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader fluff #peter parker x reader angst #tom holland fluff #right next door part one #my writing

[pbandjesse]

I decided to work from home today. I am really glad I did. I needed to be alone. And I got my work done and got stuff done at home and that was really nice.

I slept okay. But when I woke up I felt sad and off. James came in to say good morning and I let them know I needed to stay home. I texted Alexi and she was totally chill. And I went back to sleep for an hour.

When I woke up, Heather has texted me a few minutes before, asking me to answer an email and do some back end changes to our registration. Can do! It didn't take long. I had to do a little detective work to make the changes necessary and discovered that the website was still talking about the CIT program. Which we are updating. And had a lot of wrong info, including the cost and the name. So I would reach out the Heather about that. And went to get dressed.

I would change 3 times. I was not feeling nice. About myself. But it would get better throughout the day. My eye was slightly swollen still. My bangs weren't laying right. I was just frustrated with myself for being upset about myself.

James left me a sandwich and I would eat that before I got on my computer to do some other work. And I was making great progress. I worked on a slideshow for the open house this weekend. Which took me a really long time because there is not a way to mass upload photos to slides. Like you have to place each photo individually. But it was fine. I was glad I had something to do.

I would take a break and worked on some painting in the stairwell. I was able to tape the paint brush to the extending pole and got all the edges and it was fun. I was having a good time.

I was standing on the ladder painting when I heard someone knock on the door. I went down and no one was there but when I leaned out the door I saw a man and he was like. Oh I'm knocking for the neighbor. But then proceeded to knock on my window? And I was like oh that's the confusion that's my window! And he was so embarrassed! I was like it's all good but it was funny.

I had lunch after that. I texted Heather some questions for the vender documents so I could work on that. I tried having a Celeste pizza, which was my absolute favorite as a kid. It ended up hurting the wound on the roof of my mouth and was strangely creamy. Like it wasn't horrible but the pain made me stop eating.

While it was cooking I started working on drawing on the ceiling in the studio. I had a thought about drawing a sunburst or a flower around the ceiling light. And so I drew that out. Had my lunch. And went back to paint it. It will need another coat for sure to cover the pencil but I love how it looks. I texted my mom and said how it's great owning a house. I can just do things. It's great.

I would work on starting to draw out a map for the music festival. And once I was as far as I could go before I got more info, I headed downstairs.

I would work on the living room. Now that the one walk is in a good spot I finally moved the small book case to it's new home:next to the couch. I took down the board I put there as a temporary piece. I had to move all the objects I had on the book car and got everything moved and started decorating. And I'm just thrilled. I looks so good. There is still a lot to do. But I'm really happy.

I would do some measuring for the next bookshelf I need to create for the weird transition spot between the living room and kitchen. It's such a weird size so I am going to have to build something myself. Which is fine. But will take some thinking. And my bandsaw.

I would go through our flat art box. Pulled out some pieces and put others away. James would out the box in storage later on but for now I just made sure my art was out and everything was ready for hanging that I wanted up.

I would hang a few little pieces. And made some choices about where things will get hung later. I would put our plant shelves outside. And just some small poking around. I put my little beer can lamp up and created a makeshift shade with a piece of tracing paper. And I just love the warmth it brings. I still need another lamp for the living room but I'm really happy with the progress.

A little before 4, after double checking there was no other stuff for me to do work wise, I would get in the couch with a snack. I was really cold all of a sudden. I would get cozy on the couch and waited for James to get home.

When they did get back it was still raining a little. They made a big fuss about how nice everything looked. They also had a package for me and I was excited about that.

They were excited to paint. I had started taping out the backsplash and they had finished that so they could jump right in. And they would spend the next hour or so painting and it looks so good. They are going to wait til the morning to take the tape down and put everything back. But I am thrilled with how it looks.

Before they did the second coat they would go to Burger King to get dinner. I felt very weak all of a sudden when they came back. The food helped. Even if it still hurts the roof of my mouth. Ouch.

We would talk while they painted. Sweetp was being really cute and cuddly. It was nice. It was a really nice evening.

Eventually I would come up here and try on the dress I got as a possible option for Sam and Paul's wedding. And I think it will be a good option for the week. At least one of the events for sure.

I came up stairs to hang a few things. I also tried to change the door knobs on my closet but I couldn't get the handles off because the screws are stripped. The people who flipped this house did such a shitty job about that. We keep running into this issue and it's so frustrating. I'll figure it out but not tonight.

James fixed the one curtain rod that got bent. And I worked on hanging up all of our enamel pins. I finally got a new canvas banner for them. And I'm really happy with how they look against the black fabric.

Now I am very tired. It was a really nice day. And I am hoping that it makes me feel nice enough to tackle going into work tomorrow. And like. It will be fine. I love camp. I just hope that emotionally I can pull myself together to get there.

After camp tomorrow I have a workshop! And I'm really looking forward to it. I have 4 sign ups right now and I would love to have 6 to 8. But regardless I will have a great time. And I hope you all have a great day tomorrow too.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of yourselves! Goodnight!!

[ninthnocturne]

OOC: I wanted to give a little update and below the cut I will explain what happened. Fair warning it does involve violence so if you’re triggered by that sort of thing or assault don’t read below the cut. But I will say that I am doing much better mentally and I’ll probably start poking around here tomorrow maybe do some memes to get back into the groove. See if my brain can cooperate when it comes to actual replies to threads I had going but we’ll see how I’m feeling tomorrow when it comes to it. ok so onto the unpleasant stuff below the cut.

So on friday night I took my dogs out for what was suppose to be the last walk of the night before I started getting ready for bed. As I exited the building I saw my neighbor from down the hall hurrying inside really angry and my upstairs neighbor across the parking lot screaming obscenities at her. I’m very close with this neighbor she was insulting. Like to the point my family has more or less adopted her for holidays and such. But I’m not a confrontational or violent person so I asked the lady from upstairs to please stop yelling at my friend and that it was late my kids were sleeping. Apparently this was the wrong exact move to make. She rushed me and got up into my face reeking of alcohol. Again I’m not a violent person I have never even been in a physical confrontation in my entire 38 years.  But she wasn’t getting out of my face even when I tried to back away so I reached up and pushed her face away from mine. That was apparently her “GO” button because she just started punching. I’m pretty bruised up from the ordeal and more than a little mentally shaken even almost a week later. The cops weren’t very nice to me either because I “made the first move” even though it was only to push her face away from me. 

Didn’t end there either, I got my dogs under control when she finally stopped and attempted to just go home and get away and was pursued inside. She said she was going home and was taking the elevator so naturally I headed for the stairs at the end of the hall and she still followed me. She proceeded to threaten me with a taser and discharged it to show me that it worked and made threats about there not being cameras in the stair well. Thankfully someone on the first floor heard all her screaming and came out and got her to back off and distracted long enough for me to bolt up the three flights of stairs to my house to safety. Where she proceeded to spend the next couple hours after we talked to the cops stomping around upstairs because it made my dogs bark. It was then I found out that just before all this when my friend had went rushing inside it was because she had sneak attacked her while she was walking her own dog and sucker punched her in the side (which we found out the day after resulted in two broken ribs). 

Again the cops while not rude to us when we dealt with them were definitely not helpful. They for some reason tried to lump the whole thing together as one event not two separate attacks. And said that if they arrested her they would have to arrest me and my friend also ‘to be fair to the lady who shall not be named.’ Which honestly I think is utter BS. But he told us we could get a restraining order on her later and that would likely get her kicked out and or arrested if she tried to retaliate or anything. I have two disabled sons and no one to watch or care for them but me so all three of us going to jail was not an option so we had to settle for the restraining order route. I went home barricaded my front door after locking it and didn’t go out again that night.

Now she discharged a weapon in full view of the building cameras and the office here definitely got it on tape so she is definitely being evicted. That’s all I really want out of all this is not to have to live beneath her. But until she does I’m just in a constant state of understandable stress and anxiety and haven’t been able to be around here or talk much.

 But I wanted to write all this out not really so much to explain my absence but to you know get it out of my brain and I don’t know compartmentalize it a little. If that makes sense. I’ll definitely put proper tw tags on it and everything. I mostly wrote it out for me. getting it out does feel better than just keeping it to myself as I have been this week.

#tw: violence #tw:assault #out of character {out of waves} #You don't got to read what happened to me if you don't want to #I'm mostly doing this for myself more than anything to get it out of my head

[copperhead-assorted-crafts]

An Abandoned House

The house was a cookie cutter beauty, sandwiched between two others on a fresh, still-sticky road that led slightly uphill and ended in a cul de sac.

It had been modified a bit by the previous inhabitants, made open plan and repainted, but it still retained much of the architect's original vision. You could see almost all the way through it from the front windows. While it was abandoned, it was in pretty good shape - squatters didn't hang around this area willingly, and graffiti artists had better, more visible places to tag than the inside of this two story house in this white bread, crusts-cut-off neighborhood. 

That's why she was so fascinated by it. She wanted to take a tour of it - what could possibly be so wrong with it that it was abandoned, and not sold? Abandoned, but not knocked down. Abandoned, and yet not being squatted in, thus saving it from nosey neighbor calls-to-action. 

Looking left and right on this empty suburban street, she tried the knob. It was locked. She looked around again, and then kicked the door once, twice - it failed halfway through the third kick, and she stumbled in awkwardly, her arms wheeling as she tried to keep her balance. She was distinctly aware she didn’t want to touch the floor with her hands, it was blanketed so thickly with dust that she couldn’t be sure it didn’t have nails or glass or something else awful just waiting to poke her. She regained her balance and willed her heart to stop racing in the foyer, and looked around quietly. Now that she was inside of it, she was suddenly reluctant to make any more noise. It seemed… dark, too, despite the light beaming in from the windows at the back. She looked behind her - the door must have hit the wall during her flailing and bounced about halfway back to closing. There was a hole in the drywall right at the level of the doorknob, albeit the wrong shape for the knob currently in the door. 

She could leave. 

In fact, she did, for a moment - she stepped back outside for a moment and regained her courage in the sunlight. But then she turned back around. The house was dark inside because of course it was - the sun was hitting its back right now, and the foyer’s piddly little domed ceiling light was useless without power. 

She returned to the doorway. She looked around again, to make sure nobody was watching her. She stepped just a bit inside, and breathed in deeply. It was still a bit dark, knowing why didn't change that. She tested a switch in the wall - nothing. Of course not. 

A flyer had fallen directly in front of the stairs to the second floor. Maybe some brave service slid it under the door during the house's brief occupancy. She reluctantly took a few steps forward, glancing back to ensure the door wouldn't shut mysteriously behind her, and bent down to pick it up. A faded ad for a lawn care service. Hehe. The lawn must be an absolute beast, with as long as this place must have been empty to get this dusty. She approached the kitchen, where the window looked over the backyard, and discovered it was… weirdly regular. Like it had been mowed and watered like a regular yard. It even had ordinary lawn dead-patches where fungi were trying to make their home, just like in front. It couldn't have been that awful astro-turf stuff. She turned back to the door - it seemed to like being about halfway shut but not more, as it had swung back to its halfway point while she was wondering about the yard. The quiet of a house with no electricity and no air conditioning was uneasy - it was too still. She folded the flyer into a wedge, and propped the door back open with it. 

She took another breath to steady herself, and dared to walk into the empty living room. She'd already given up on going up those stairs - the air was… weird. She knew she wasn't supposed to be here, but she'd done urban exploration before, and this felt worse than any abandoned hospital or retired sanitarium had. 

Almost bitter, even. She frowned at that. If there was something she wasn't supposed to be breathing in here, having the door open might be enough, or it might not. All of the windows were intact, from what she could see - if something like natural gas had been building up in here, she should really stay away. 

But… if there was, her discovery might save some lives. What to do. She peeked around a wall into the living room, found it mediocre, and quickly retreated back to the door. Ah. 

Ah. 

The house across the street was gone. 

She ran out of the house at that, and when she did, it seemed to vanish into thin air behind her. The neighborhood was gone. In its place was a meadow. Not entirely, though - below her was the dying lawn from before.

#short story #abandoned house #fiction #1.. #A Series of Abandoned Houses

[kylie-writes-stuff]

Too Far

pairing: rodrick heffley x gn!reader ; greg x platonic!reader (but it's mostly a sweet family fic between rodrick and greg)

warnings: cussing, rodrick thinks greg ran away/is missing, rodrick's probably ooc, uh idk what else

word count: 1.7k (why is this the longest thing i’ve written-)

summary: (takes place during rodrick rules) y/n has been a good neighbor and friend for a while now. either of the heffley boys can go to them for anything.

a/n: im a strong believer in the fact that rodrick has a soft side and he truly cares about his little brother. he doesn't show it a lot but it's there. i love rodrick so much so i wanted to try writing for him. sorry if it's ooc but i dunno, i like it. let me know what you think :)

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You were watching tv, no clue what just happened in the house down the street, when there was a knock on the door.

You got up, groaning. Who would be here this late? 

You opened the door, somewhat annoyed, until you saw that it was... Greg? 

It was Greg, the young boy from down the street, with tears in his eyes.

You immediately wrapped an arm around him, leading him inside, “Woah, kid, what’s wrong?”

As the two of you sat back down on the couch, he choked out an answer, “R-Rodrick.”

“What did he do this time? Want me to beat his ass for you?"

A small smile crossed your face when you were able to make the boy chuckle.

He explained that him and Rodrick had a great night together but things went bad once they got home. He said that their parents found the pictures from the party last week, which you had attended, and both the boys got it trouble. But that wasn't why Greg was crying. He was crying because Rodrick was disappointed in him and said some hurtful things.

You didn't push any further. Greg was a tough kid, most of the time, so whatever Rodrick said must've been really bad.

"Wait," you said after a few minutes, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"N-no. I snuck out."

"Greg, you can't do that," you said sternly. You weren't angry, just worried.

"You and Rodrick both sneak out all the time," He tried to reason.

"That's different. We're both old enough to take care of ourselves. No offense, but you're still just a kid. If your parents find out they're gonna be worried sick."

"Can I just stay for a while longer? Please? Besides if they find out I'm gone, they'll probably check here first."

It was true. Greg and Rowley would come to your house sometimes, just to have a different place to hang out. Your parents were away a lot of the time so it worked out.

You were Greg's babysitter when he was in 5th and 6th grade. Ms. Heffley knew you were a responsible kid and she didn't exactly want Rodrick in charge. Now he's in 7th and he's trusted a bit more so you didn't have to take care of him anymore. During that time was when you and Greg got close. The two of you became friends.

You had gotten pretty close with Rodrick too. Especially since you had a lot of the same classes in school. The two of you had similar interests so you would hang out sometimes.

Of course, you couldn't say no to Greg.

You two sat and watched whatever he wanted to watch. You told him that he could have whatever he wanted from the kitchen, it didn't matter. He immediately searched for ice cream, making you laugh.

Soon there was another knock on the door. This time you looked out the peep hole.

"It's Rodrick," you whispered to Greg.

"I'm not here!" He whispered back, running up the stairs.

You waited until he was all the way upstairs, before you opened the door, "Rodrick? Hey, what's up?"

He looked back at you with panicked eyes, "(Y/n), you gotta helped me."

You ushered him in, just as you had done with his younger brother not long ago, and you two sat down. "Of course, what is it?"

"Well I- me and Greg got into a fight I guess? I said some stuff I shouldn't have. I- Fuck, (Y/n), I messed up... I took it too far."

You gently put a hand on his knee, "Hey, relax. You're okay. What do you mean you took it too far?"

"I told him that... I said 'you might be my brother, but you'll never be my friend'. W-We got in trouble for something and I got mad at him. Obviously I don't mean it, i-it just kinda slipped out."

"Okay, well, we both how Greg is. I'm sure he'll understand if you just tell him and apologize. You two will be fine," you offered him a soft smile.

To your surprise, he shook his head.

"That's not what I need your help with."

"Oh," was all you could say.

"I went to check on him a while ago because he's never been in this much trouble, I wanted to make sure he was okay. Mom and Dad were already asleep. I- I went into his room and... and he was gone. (Y/n), I don't know what to do."

You pulled him into a hug, him quickly latching onto you. You gently ran your fingers through his hair. "It's okay Rodrick. I'll help you find him."

Of course, you knew where he was. But you wouldn't give away Greg's spot if he didn't want you too.

Rodrick looked up at you, "You will?"

"Of course, let me get a jacket and we'll go."

You went up the stairs and into your room, where Greg was sitting on your bed.

"Dude, he-"

"I heard all of it. I understand."

"Oh good," you said, waking to your closet to get a jacket, "So, do you forgive him?"

"Of course, he's my brother," The two of you smiled.

As you pulled on your jacket, you asked, "Well what do you wanna do? He's ready to go searching for you."

"Maybe you two can drive around for a while and come back, and i'll just be on the sidewalk around here? I don't know, I just don't him to get at you for lying." He suggested.

You thought about it, nodding.

"Okay... but be careful, alright? Stay in here for like 15 minutes, then you can go out."

You went back downstairs and grabbed your keys. Rodrick followed you out and into your car.

"He couldn't have gone far, right?" He asked, bouncing his knee up and down.

"Nah, i'm sure he stayed close. Lets just check the neighborhood, yeah?" You said.

You drove around, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the center console where Rodrick was holding it tightly.

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"H-he can't be gone. (Y/n), he can't!"

Of course, you haven't "found" Greg yet. Rodrick was freaking out.

You pulled over and pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, his hand still in yours.

"Hey, Rod, it's okay. We'll find him, I promise."

Rodrick shook his head, his eyes becoming glossy. You felt bad for letting him believe Greg was really gone for so long, but you told Greg you'd stick with his plan. And you were true to your word.

"What if we don't?" His voice cracked.

"We will, I promise. But it's getting late and you should rest. We'll go looking for him first thing in the morning. I bet you he probably went to Rowley's house."

"Yeah... yeah, that makes sense," Rodrick nodded. "Thank you."

"You know I'd do anything for you. For Greg, too. I love that kid."

Rodrick smiled, hearing you speak so fondly of his younger brother. In that moment, he knew everything would work out.

You started driving back to the cul-de-sac you guys lived on. Rodrick leaned his head against the window and started to dose off, his hand still holding yours tightly.

Then you saw it. Greg walking on the sidewalk, just like he said he would.

"Rodrick! Dude!" You shook him awake.

"Huh? What?" He woke up, startled.

"Look!" You pointed over to Greg while pulling over.

Rodrick saw him and as soon as you stopped the car, he opened the door and stumbled out.

"Greg!" He called out to his younger brother.

Before Greg could even turn around, Rodrick had him engulfed in a hug. The display of affection obviously took Greg by surprised.

"Don't ever do that again," Rodrick paused, trying to come up with some sort of insult, "... dumbass."

"I won't, I promise."

You watched as the two brothers smiled at each other. A rare occurrence for sure, but a nice one.

Rodrick lightly pushed Greg towards the car and they both got in.

"Hey (Y/n)." Greg said from the back seat.

"Hey, kid, glad you're safe," You smiled back at him.

"Yeah."

"Had this guy close to bursting into tears," You snickered, gesturing towards Rodrick and trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't tell him that!" Rodrick mumbled as he nudged your arm. This only made you and Greg giggle more.

You saw a smile form on Rodrick's lips, despite him trying to hide it. Laughter was, indeed, contagious.

You poked his cheek, making him chuckle.

You started to drive towards the Heffley house, the mood in the car now light and playful. You pulled into their driveway and unlocked the doors.

"Go inside, twerp. I'll catch up." Rodrick said.

"Okay," Greg smiled, getting out and heading towards the door.

"(Y/n)... thank you." Rodrick said, his voice softer as he looked down at his shoes.

"For what?"

"I dunno, everything. I mean, who would get up in the middle of the night and help some loser look for their little brother?"

"Oh c'mon, Rodrick. I'd go to the ends of the earth for you or that kid. It's no big deal, really." You said.

"It is to me. Thank you," He finally looked up at you, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Anytime."

"Can I- um... can I try something?" He asked. His eyes darted away from you for a split second.

"Well, uh, yeah. Sure." You said, curious to as what wants to do.

Suddenly, Rodrick put his hand on your cheek and leaned in. You felt his lips press against yours softly and closed your eyes. The kiss lasted only a little bit, but it felt much longer.

You couldn’t lie. It felt amazing. Kissing Rodrick just felt so... right. It’s like your lips were made for each other.

He pulled back a little and you smiled, laughing softly.

"Is- Is that a good thing?" He asked.

"I dunno, you tell me."

You leaned in and kissed him again. He was quick to kiss back. Eventually you leaned back.

"You should get inside," Another kiss, "Don't want you getting in more trouble."

Rodrick's usual confidence came back and he smirked, "If it's for you, it's worth it."

"Shut up!" You laughed.

He chuckled and pecked your cheek, before walking to the door.

As you pulled into your own driveway, you smiled.

Your relationship with Rodrick Heffley had changed tonight. But you know it had changed for the better.

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@justadreamyhufflepuff: GSJSVSKSBSJD BABY CONGRATS- CAN I PLEASE GET A 🎠 -> Harry potter + soft love + fluff + prompts 9, 10, 32, 42 from prompt list 1. || for my 300 followers celebration

Prompts:

9. “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

10. “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

32. “Make a wish!”

42. “Darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen.”

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Moving into your new house with Harry.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: fluff but with slight and subtle mentions of sexual activities + let me know if i missed anything!

A/N: omg yay harry fluff :DDD ok sorry go ahead btw this hasn’t been proofread yet mbad

After years of setting things up, they could finally move into their house. Of course, there were some parts of it that still needed fixing but they’ll eventually work it out. Right now, they wanted to bask in the comfort and triumph of their own house.

“Got your key?” said [Y/N], holding out her own key. She had already attached a duck keychain to it.

“Got it,” replied Harry, showing her his own. They both sniggered at his ridiculous bathtub keychain, which looked undeniably out of place but she was glad for it nonetheless. See, she had bought it years ago when they first talked about getting a house. “Will you do the honors?”

“You know, we could easily Alohomora the heck out of this bas —”

“Do the honors,” he teasingly urged, poking her on the waist where her tickle spot was and she recoiled. “Do it, [Y/L/N].”

“Ha! I’m Potter now, too. Ergo you’re not so special anymore,” she said as she marched up the raised porch. It was a lovely sight indeed — she could already imagine inviting the others to come over: roasting marshmallows either here or at the backyard and such. She giddily walked towards the door. This is it, she thought. “Wait, this is unfair. You carry me as you open it so I’ll be like a pretty wife.”

“That you are,” said Harry as he scooped her up into his arms. She let out a whoop of approval, patting his cheek as he put the key in and swung the door open.

All their boxes were on the floor already, with a lot more scattered all over the house. “Ooh, this is a lot of work. Wanna sleep it off?” she yawned, kicking some boxes aside on her way to the stairs. “What, you gonna protest, Mr. Potter?”

“Not at all, Mrs. Potter,” said Harry, and they both stopped and looked at each other, eyes narrowed while scrutinizing the name. “Mrs. Potter.”

“Does it sound a bit weird to you? I mean, no offense. I mean, I’ve waited for this half of my life but — you know?

“Yeah, like, [Y/N] Potter,” he said again, making arm gestures as if parting a curtain. She started to laugh. “I see what you mean.”

“You look like a . . . getching shooba driver but on land,” she said with a yawn.

“A what?” This time, Harry was the one stifling his laughter.

“Glitching scuba diver on land,” spat [Y/N], taking off her jacket. When she saw he’d been eyeing her with a dazed expression on his face, she made a show of getting off her right jacket sleeve with a suggestive smile on her face. “Wait, uh, can’t get it off. Sweat, I think. Help?”

“Will do, will do,” said Harry, approaching her and reaching out to pull it off her with a tight smile in an awful attempt to keep his laughter.

“Whatever. Can we sleep now, please? Where’s our bed again?”

“There,” he pointed somewhere in the kitchen room.

“I thought our room was upstairs?”

“Our room is upstairs, the bed is here.”

“Why would that be the ca—oh, no. D’we really have to assemble it?” she whined. They had to travel by Muggle transportation due to issues with the Floo network and they wanted to minimize suspicion, and the it was finally taking its toll on their entire energy: [Y/N]’s back was cramping from the long ride, Harry’s head was already hurting like hell. To make matters worse, neighbors were peeking through their windows so they had to go inside immediately.

“No, we can just bring the mattress up and assemble it all tomorrow, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said with a moan, tossing the jacket on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Oh, are we — ?” He shrugged hesitantly.

“No! I mean, do you want to? Now?”

“Do you?” The two chuckled nervously. They were standing there for probably around half a minute or one when the doorbell dinged and the two of them jumped. [Y/N] volunteered to get it.

A woman younger than her for about a year stood in front of her doorstep when she swung the door open, carrying a tiny baby probably about a few months old in her arms. [Y/N] managed a friendly smile as she wiped away a drop of sweat from her forehead.

“Hi, welcome to the neighborhood. I’m Karolina Martin. I live right across and I brought you something!”

“The . . . baby?” [Y/N]’s shoulders tensed as she thought about this over an over until she realized that was highly unlikely.

“No! You’re hilarious, though. I like you. I actually came here to give you” — the woman put down a bag she hung over her shoulder down on the floor — “this.”

Inside was a basket with a bottle of what [Y/N] could only assume was fine wine or champagne or whatever it was couples with a number of chocolates and cookies inside. She realized with a start there was also a pot inside.

[Y/N] laughed, holding up the pot. “Funny, because we’re Potters?” she asked, setting it back down again.

“You are?” Karolina said, impressed. “So which do you suggest I should start with first? Stoneware or earthenware? Ooh, what about fire clay?”

It took a few seconds before [Y/N] realized the direction of the conversation. “Oh! Well, heh, not that kind of potter.”

Karolina flinched, eyeing [Y/N] with suspicion. “You smoke — ?”

“No! Not that kind of potter. We don’t smoke po—Sorry, that’s on me, I should have clarified. I’m [Y/N],” she said. Karolina still looked confused. Composing herself, she managed a tight smile. “[Y/N] Potter.”

“Oh! Oh, my goodness. I’m so sorry!” Karolina chuckled. “I was a bit confused, I’m really sorry. I haven’t met someone around here about my age.”

“Don’t worry about it. Thanks for the welcoming gift, by the way. I just moved in with my . . . husband.” It still sounded surreal to call Harry that way, but she liked it all the same. Her eyes fell on the chubby little kid.

“Right! This is baby Sydney, she’s turning six months old next week. Would be really nice if you and your husband could come — and kid or kids, if you have some?” Maybe it was the coos the baby made or her adorable eyes and hints of two teeth growing, but [Y/N] felt intimidated by the little kid. She was bigger than she thought babies would be. Is this what she’d push through her bottom? She shuddered. “Do you . . . want to hold her?” asked Karolina, oblivious to the thoughts going on in [Y/N]’s heads.

“Listen, I’m really grateful you stopped by but we’re kinda tired. I’m so, so, sorry! Thank you a lot for these stuff. We’ll definitely come by next week — me and Harry, just Harry and me.” [Y/N] chuckled nervously again, smiling at the baby.

“I totally understand. Me and Joey were also very tired when we first moved in, hence Sydney.” Karolina laughed. [Y/N] simply chimed in the laughter as well, not wanting to jeopardize a newfound friendship over a joke. “Have a lovely evening, [Y/N]. I’ll see you around!”

When she shut the door with the bag over her shoulder, she jumped in fright at the sight of Harry just behind the door with an amused grin on his face. “What?” said [Y/N] as she rubbed her eyes.

“Husband?” he mused. When she shot him a glare saying not to push it further, he resorted to giggling. “Sorry, my wife.”

“Shut up, Harry,” she said. “Now, where’s that damned mattress?”

“Worry not, I got it upstairs already, all we gotta do now is take a quick shower and go to bed.”

After they finished dressing into more comfortable clothes, they made it a point to plop down as hard as they could on the mattress. To her relief, Harry had settled a plain white bedsheet on top of it earlier while she was talking to Karolina. She was the first to jump in, stretching her legs all over. “Finally!” she exclaimed.

“Your turn,” she said, pointing at a spot right next to her. Harry took off his glasses and was about to jump in next when she asked where the pillows were.

“Er — Accio pillow!” She could hear the sound of boxes moving downstairs bumping each other when a pillow came hurtling in and landed on Harry’s chest, forcing him to plop down on the mattress.

A shrill squeak sounded, and the two of them froze. [Y/N] narrowed her eyes, pointing her finger at him in accusation. “Did you fart?”

“No, we just still haven’t removed the plastic from the mattress.”

“You want to remove it?” she suggested, ready to get up and get her own wand when Harry gently nudged her back down.

“Okay, where’s my wand?“

[Y/N] looked left and right until she found it tying on an old bedside table he managed to set down earlier that day and said, “There! Bedside table.”

“Eh.”

“Agreed, let’s just say you did fart.”

“Agreed,” said Harry, who unconsciously wrapped his legs and arms around the pillow on top of him and closed his eyes to sleep. [Y/N] was quick to act. Not to take his pillow, but to turn him into one — metaphorically, of course. She laughed at the thought of using Transfiguration to turn Harry into a literal pillow.

Just as he wrapped his limbs around the only pillow, [Y/N] did the same to him. He woke up with a jolt, but did not take her off him. “I’m the little spoon?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes, and I happen to like little spoons a lot,” she said casually. Harry turned his head in her direction, with a wide grin on his pretty face. “Okay, that sounded wrong. It’s just that you hogged the only pillow so now I’m using you as one.”

“Well, do you want it?” he offered obliviously.

“Nope, I like this set-up. Go back to sleep.”

And he did — they both did. At some point during the night, they turned each other into a pillow. Harry, however, awoke to the sound of her snoring. It wasn’t like his Uncle Vernon’s, though. Looking at her face seemed to dull it all out. It wasn’t exactly an endearing sound, but the sight of her was more than so — tousled hair, mouth slightly open. . . . With one last smile on his face as he watched her sleep, he felt himself drifting off into a deep slumber.

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A loud clanging from downstairs awoke Harry. Had he overslept? He found that his back ached whenever he did so much as move, but knew better than to bide his time if there was danger nearby. He reached out to the bedside table to grab his wand, but realized he had to put his glasses on first.

Harry ran downstairs, clutching his wand tightly with his outstretched hand as he listened for anything there was to hear. He paused. A stranger walked out of the kitchen, and he pointed his wand at them.

The stranger held their hands up with a bewildered look on their face until [Y/N] came out of the kitchen all sweaty with a frilly apron. “Harry!” she cried in bewilderment at the sight of him pointing his wand at their new neighbor. “Alright, uh, Karolina, this is my husband, Harry; Harry — stop pointing your . . . stick at her — this is our neighbor who lives across from us, Karolina.”

“Er — hello, Karolina. Sorry about the wa—” [Y/N] shot him a dirty look. “—ander. Wander. Sorry about the bad . . . wandering. You know what? I just woke up on the wrong side of bed and I got paranoid with the . . . new house and all.”

“He tends to get jumpy,” said [Y/N] in hopes of wrapping this up immediately. “Anyway, five minutes left till it’s done. Thank you so, so much for the help, Karol! One last thing, for the whipped cream, do I. . .”

He then noticed that some of the furniture were already arranged such as the sofa and the dining table. Some cabinets were decorated with non-magical framed pictures of them. Harry begged to disagree, though. Each picture there was more than just ma— Is that a baby? Sleeping in a car seat on their couch?

Harry blinked. It stirred, eyes fluttering open. Harry was now holding his breath in anticipation. It was watching him curiously. When he did not move, the little thing started to giggle. Smiling sheepishly back, he made a show of raking his hand through his hair and walking into the kitchen.

It was still messy, but the fridge was on now, and some condiments were put where they belonged.

Karolina was washing a bowl on the sink when the baby outside started crying. She washed her hands quick and ran out, excusing herself while smiling apologetically at the two of them.

[Y/N] opened the oven, pulling out something that smelled of a scent that made Harry’s mouth water.

“Is that Treacle Tart?” he blurted out.

[Y/N] almost dropped the pan of delight she held in her mittened hands. She cleared her throat in an attempt to maintain her composure as she set it down on the counter and pulled off her mittens. Still panting, she looked at him and said, “Harry, darling, I love you and all but please step out of the kitchen.”

“Sorry,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss against her head.

“Don’t do that, my hair stinks. I haven’t showered yet,” said [Y/N].

“What do you mean? It smells just fine.”

“Yeah? Well, it’s greasy. Is it greasy?”

“Yeah, you kinda look like Snape from where I’m standing. Ow! Sorry, bad joke. Okay, keep doing what you’re doing while I. . .” he trailed off as he grabbed her wrist gingerly and pulled off the scrunchie off it and started braiding her hair whilst she shook the whipped cream. “Could you just stop moving and let me braid your hair?”

“Oh, shut up! This tart’s for you, anyway.”

“So it is a Treacle Tart?”

“Uh, Doy,” she said mockingly. “It’s for your birthday, genius.”

“But it isn’t till next month,” said Harry.

“Eh, well, thought we could spend some time together in our new house without a crowd for a while. Why’re you even braiding my hair?”

“That baby got me thinking about it,” said Harry, as the child’s sobs started to cease. “You know, like . . . do you think we’re ready?”

“Well, what will be, will be.” She squeezed whipped cream on each side, scanning the final product with narrowed eyes. Harry tied the poorly-done braid with the scrunchie, letting her hair fall down to her back. [Y/N] turned to him. “Honestly, I’m kind of scared about the whole thing, you know? Like, aside from the . . . bloody pushing, it’ll be a huge responsibility. And I want to know if you’re up for it.”

“Okay,” he found himself saying so casually.

“Okay?” [Y/N] repeated to him, with an expression the combination of excitement and disbelief. “Okay as in, ‘okay let’s start trying?’”

“Okay, yes! Let’s start trying now!”

“Okay, but not right now, though,” said [Y/N] under her breath.

“Why not?” he said. Merlin, I have to stop.

“For one, Karolina’s right there at the doorway with Sydney.”

Harry shifted his gaze from [Y/N] to Karolina, who was now trying hard to stifle her laugh with a sleeping Sydney in her arms. “Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear that,” she said with a suggestive smile. “I’ll get going now, [Y/N], Harry.”

“Oh, you won’t try the Treacle Tart out?” called out [Y/N].

“Nah, we’ve eaten a lot of that already. We’re having cheesecake for tonight. Anyway, see you two.” With a friendly wave, she went off her way, leaving the two of them alone in their house.

Harry expected her to berate him, but she was already facing him with a slice of a tart resting neatly on a plate with a lousy candle set in the middle of it. “Make a wish,” she told him.

“Uh. . . I’m bad at wishes, you know that.”

“Then wish to be better at making wishes then make a better wish next month,” she said.

“Okay, I wish to be better at making wishes,” said Harry before blowing the candle out. [Y/N] pulled off the candle and lead him to the living room, where she put down the pan and separated the entire thing to put it on an adorable floral plate she loved.

“Happy super advanced birthday, Just Harry,” said [Y/N], kissing his head this time. “Have some Treacle Tart. I tried, okay?” Laughing, she put a fork on his plate and went to slice one for herself.

“Thank you, soft love,” said Harry as he helped himself to his slice. “Merlin, this is per—”

[Y/N] bursted into laughter, a couple crumbs spitting on the table. She had to get a tissue and wipe the table as she bellowed. “What’d you say?”

“Soft . . . love. Does that mean something bad?”

“No, no, no. It’s just funny to hear it from you. Say it again,” she said, resting her elbow on the top rail of a chair, eager to hear him.

“Soft love?” said Harry hesitantly.

“Oh my— Who told you to say that? Where’d you learn that?” choked [Y/N], wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “Okay, sorry.”

“Er — you see, before we left to go here, Ron told me to experiment with . . . pet names.”

“So you delivered?”

“Do you not like it?” said Harry, his fork frozen in mid-air.

“Oh, I do. I so do,” she replied, chuckling. “I’ve had enough of tough love, I could use some soft love. But d’you know what it means?”

When Harry shook his head, she took one step forward to run her hand through his hair, grinning. “Means you accept all flaws instead of trying to build up a wall just to better and correct those flaws.”

“Then what’s so funny?” he asked with genuine curiosity rather than annoyance.

“Oh, Harry. Nothing! I just find you trying new stuff very, very amusing. Moving in here was a good choice, you know. Now I get to find out new things about you,” said [Y/N].

Harry smiled back, his cheeks a tad warmer than usual. “So which do you prefer? Tough love or soft love?”

“Eh, a relationship can’t work with just one of the two. Both works. Now eat your slice before we get working on this house,” said [Y/N] as she snapped her fingers, picking up her own plate and savoring her own work. “Chop chop.”

“You mean home?”

“Yep, I mean home,” answered [Y/N] without any hesitation. Oh, and, just one small update: they didn’t remove the plastic wrap of the mattress until next week.

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In celebration of 100 followers I present to you

Wammy boys in oddly specific AUs I found on pinterest and stuff.

Warnings: Swearing (mostly in Mello’s part as usual lol)

L

"I mistook you for my best friend and jumped on your back in public and now I'm embarrassed"

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It was during the Kira case when L was closely investigating Light Yagami at To-Oh University that this extremely awkward encounter occurred. The sun was high in the sky, locusts and could be heard and cherry blossom littered the wide walkway leading into the school.

You had your heavy bag slung across your shoulders. It was filled with textbooks and papers (some of which you had forgotten to turn in) as well as a few personal items. You weren't really paying much attention to your surroundings until you spotted one of your male friends!

You hadn't seen him since the beginning of high-school. To say you were excited was an understatement. In your excitement you took a running jump onto his back knocking him to the ground. He let out a yelp and that was when you realized...

This man was NOT your friend.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry I thought you were someone else" you hurriedly said pushing yourself up and on your knees an apparent redness in your face.

He seemed to be unbothered for the most part, he turned to you, crouching in a sort of fetal position.

"It's alright I understand" He replied.

"No, no its not.. I'm an idiot I should have realized" you shoved your face into your hands covering how red your face now was.

"It is alright, I'm uninjured and it was an honest mistake" you frowned a little not entirely trusting his forgiveness, but this time, you took it.

He gave you a polite smile before standing up and helping you to your feet. He wished you a good day, and left, but not before sneaking a note containing his alias and phone number.

Mello

"I lost my little sibling Matt in Ikea and I need your help finding them"

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"Fuck.... Shit... Motherfucker" You heard from the other side of the store shelf as you browsed through various decor items. This mystery person had been spewing profanities for the past five minutes. You sighed with slight annoyance placing the wooden model hand you had been staring at for God knows how long back, making your way to the neighboring isle.

"Hey, you've been cursing up a storm... what's going on?" You asked, hand on your hip awaiting a response. Mello looked up at you with a look of anger and exhaustion on his face.

"I'm looking for my idiot friend. He got hopelessly lost in the chair section and I've been trying to find him for like an hour now" He ran a hand through his hair pushing his bangs to the sides of his face.

"I can help you look for him!" You offered.

"You don't have to"

"I want to! I don't really have anything else to do, so it's fine. To be completely honest I don't know why I came here." He shrugged. "Oh my name's Y/N by the way"

"I'm Mello" He replied before setting off out of the isle leaving you to sprint a but to catch up. His pace was fast and he seemed to have some plan on how to tackle this, but you weren't exactly sure.

After what seemed like an eternity of silently weaving through the labyrinth of shelves and furniture displays, you spoke up.

"So... how old is your friend?"

"We're both 19... His name is Matt." You kept walking until he stopped directly in front of the office showroom section.

"He might be here, so keep an eye out for a tall brunette idiot with goggles." You nodded keeping close to Mello. Again you snaked through isles. Eventually your search devolved into looking into cabinets, drawers, anything that would open, but to no avail.

"Where the fuck is he?" Mello said under his breath as he slammed shut another cabinet.

That was when a tall brunette wearing goggles walked by dual wielding hotdogs... You sighed heavily before approaching Matt.

"Matt?" You called out gaining the attention of both Matt and Mello. Mello stood beside you before going on to scold his friend almost as if he were an unruly child.

"Sorry about that I hope looking for him wasn't that unbearable... would you like to meet up sometime again in the future?" Mello asked. You nodded in response.

"I'd love to! This was quite fun actually. Though let's not go to an ikea next time."

Near

"We both like walking In the park at night and I think you're a stalker so I accidentally attack you"

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It was 2am, the night was calm yet you were restless nothing you tried allowed you to fall asleep. It was like this most nights. You would then go to the park near your house to get some fresh air and tire yourself out... and on a night like this, that seemed like a perfect idea. You didn't even change out of your pajamas before you left. As you entered the park, you felt... odd. As if someone was watching you and sure enough, as you turned your head to look behind you you saw a man following about two yards behind you.

Naturally your thoughts went wild with what ifs and possible escape plans. Yet you calmed your mind opting to check if this guy was really following you. With every corner you turned your heart sank. Panic started to set in and you rushed to get together an improvised weapon.... Your housekey! You gripped it tightly in your hand as if it were a knife and swiftly approached the man going to jab him in the eye, yet he caught your arm with ease, turning it behind you and pushing you to the ground, similarly to how a police officer would apprehend a resistant assailant.

"Why did you attack me" he questioned, plopping down just above your hips.

"Let me go, stalker!!!" You yelled at him thrashing around attempting to escape his grasp.

"What are you talking about? I'm not stalking you." He calmly said.

"That's exactly what a stalker would say! Let me go!" He sighed lifting himself off of you and crouching beside you. You rolled over and sat with your legs crossed.

"I swear to you, I was only out for a walk. I take nighttime walks sometimes, though this was the first time I've been in this park."

"Then how come every time I turned you followed?"

"I did? I'm sorry, I didn't even realize" He stated plainly. You sighed he seemed truthful.

"Fine... I'm sorry too, I probably shouldn't have assumed you were a stalker or something and attacked you" you admitted. He shook his head.

"It's alright, I understand... I can be scary" you snorted and laughed. The light of the nearby streetlamp lit his features. A frail, sweet looking man with long white hair who seemed to be somewhat reserved. You felt a little silly that you thought someone like him would hurt you much.

"You're not scary... In all honesty you're quite cute!" You admitted, reaching out a finger to poke his nose.

"Thanks, you're actually quite cute as well, maybe we could meet up here in the morning?" He suggested.

Matt

"I come here when I want to be alone and I didn't think anyone knew about it so where the hell did you come from"

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This day was aweful. Work was extremely stressful. Your coworker put important documents in the shreader for the 10th time that week and you were the one tasked with rewriting, tracking down, requesting new copies and piecing together ones that couldn't be recovered otherwise. And of course your boss made every minute of it a nightmare. So after work, you drove to your favorite place. An abandoned warehouse off the highway about 5 minutes from your house.

It was virtually untouched by people now that the walls were covered in graffiti and the place had been ransacked for leftover valuable items. You made your way inside noticing something was off... there was a leather couch that wasn't yours, a coffee table... even a TV and game console plugged into a power supply, another handheld game on the coffee table next to an ashtray with a few cigarette butts, one of which was still smoking.

You were beyond confused. From the last time you were here someone had basically moved in... it had only been a week since you last came here. You warily approached the couch. Well... whoever left it here probably won't mind! you thought I just hope they didn't sabotage it or something. You then sat down noting that it was a perfectly normal couch and you were just paranoid.

That was when a guy came in, he was tall and lenky, had brown hair and was dressed in a striped shirt, a frankly hideous vest with fur lining, black pants and goggles atop his head. He had been holding a can of coke and a cigarette, yet those were both dropped as he saw you.

"Who are you?" He half shrieked.

"Who are YOU? You yelled back.

"I asked first!"

"My name is Y/N.. I come here all the time when I'm stressed and want to be alone I didn't think anyone else knew about it"

"S..Same but.. I come here to get away from a friend of mine... he can be quite aggressive and it's scary" He sat down beside you picking up his handheld game. "Oh and my name is Matt!"

"Hmm.. then let's share this space from now on, Matt!" He nodded in agreement.

"Yea! I hope we meet again soon"

Beyond Birthday

"We live in the same apartment complex and I accidentally leave my laundry in the washer for a minute too long and you decide to take out all my wet clothes to put yours in just as I walk in"

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It was late night. You had been putting off laundry for the past week, but now you were down to a pair of underwear and your nightgown, so you had to do your wash.. you reluctantly gathered your clothes and made your way to the communal washer and dryer. You threw your clothes in and put a coin in the coinslot then set the washer to start.

You sighed and made your way back to your room to relax a little while your clothes were still washing. It had been about two hours and your laundry was probably done. The timer you had set went off and you gathered yourself and brought the remainder of your clothes as well as your box of dryer sheets.

The moment you walked in your eyes widened in horror. Some odd man sat frantically pulling your clothes out of the washer onto the dirty floor.

"What the hell are you doing??!!" You yelled rushing over to stop him. He peered up at you from his crouching position.

"You left your clothes in too long, its my turn now" You blinked

"Only for a few minutes... it just got done less than 5 minutes ago.. now my clothes are all dirty again.. damn it"

"Sorry" He said. His beady eyes were wide and innocent looking. "I'll let you do yours again... I'll pay" He said before shoving yours back in and starting it again.

When that was done he pulled a jam jar out of seemingly nowhere and perched on top of the washer dipping his hand inside the jar and licking his fingers clean of jam. It was disgusting... But you decided to not pay any more attention to it than you had to.

The rest of the time you spent with him was in silence, all you heard was the washer and his lip-smacking. When the washer finished you silently transferred your clothes to the dryer.. this time without your oddball fellow tenant interfering much. Though when he got his own clothes in he did crawl away which freaked you out.

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[honeytae]

I can’t wait to create more memories with you.

hi my loves! so this is a super fluffy little piece about jungkook and his s/o moving in together - it starts out on moving day and there’s a little flashback to when the topic of moving in together was first brought up :) it’s overall just really cute idk i hope you guys like it <3

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy

genre: fluff

word count: 2.8k

Slowly turning the handle to enter your apartment, you tried your best to mentally prepare yourself for what you would inevitably see. That didn’t seem to work, though, since it felt like an absolute sucker-punch to the gut. 

The space looked brand new; a completely blank canvas for its next tenants.

Walking into the empty apartment you used to call your own now felt heavy instead of homey. The path to your bedroom felt routine, but slightly shaken with the absence of all your things. Photos of your family no longer occupied the walls, that little throw rug you’d picked out for the summer had been cleaned off the floor, and the various vases of flowers your boyfriend surprised you with were no longer kept front and center on the table against the wall. 

And even though those items were still in existence, even though everything was still intact and far from gone, it still made your heart clench a bit in your chest that they would no longer be here.

Rounding the corner to enter your bedroom, you leaned your shoulder against the door frame for a moment, admiring the pristine openness of your room in its empty state. You couldn’t recall it ever feeling so big.

Heaving a deep sigh, you let your legs carry your body over to the bay window, taking a seat on the ledge to peer out at the view one last time.

At the sound of Jungkook calling your name, you glanced back to the doorway of your bedroom, staring at your boyfriend as he tipped his head at your unreadable expression.

Although he’d been lifting boxes all throughout the morning and afternoon, somehow he barely looked strained. In fact, he was still annoyingly attractive. He had his grown out hair tossed back into a bun (with one of your hair ties), and he was wearing plain black shorts hidden beneath one of his many oversized t-shirts.

How he could make it all look so good, you had no idea.

“Hi.” You said, the man wordlessly approaching you with a run of his palms down his thighs, crossing the room in only a few long strides to get to your swinging legs.

“I didn’t expect to find you in here. You okay?” He asked, his brows pulled together as he took a seat beside you.

Taking a stray strand of your hair between his fingers, he pushed it back from your face, subtly analyzing the emotions written into your features with dancing pupils.

Immediately wanting to ease him, you leaned forward, pursing your lips underneath his jawline before letting your chin rest on his shoulder. 

Wrinkling your nose at the odor rising from his t-shirt, you tilted your head slightly to escape the smell, unbeknownst to Jungkook.

“You’re sweaty.” You observed, the man craning his neck to look down at you, comically raising his brows at your bluntness.

“I’ve been working!” He defended himself, making you chuckle a bit before picking your head up to smile at him.

“I know you have.” You said appreciatively, leaning forward to press your lips to his when he subtly puckered them out to you.

“Saying your goodbyes?” He offered in explanation to your presence in the apartment, having already successfully gathered every last box there was to take.

You laughed at that, nodding a bit in response.

“In a way.” You shrugged, letting your temple fall on his bicep with a sigh. Shifting your eyes down to your leg as Jungkook grabbed ahold of your thigh, you smiled as he lifted and draped it over his own thigh, drumming his pointer fingers on your muscle.

Feeling his lips purse against the top of your head, you let your eyes fall shut, the distant sound of birds outside the screened window behind you letting you zone out into a much more peaceful space than your mind had been in previously.

It was the only serene moment you’d had today. From movers bustling in and out of your apartment, your mom coming to help you label and sort all your boxes, your neighbors poking their heads in to the chaos to finally nose their way into seeing the layout of your place in comparison to theirs; it had been a lot.

“Are you gonna miss it here?” 

Peeling your eyes open at Jungkook’s sudden question, you lifted your head to properly look at him, curiosity evident in the slight widening of his eyes.

“Hm. The memories it holds, more than anything.” You answered, watching as he nodded in understanding. “I never liked the kitchen layout.” You added as an afterthought, causing the man to burst into giggles before shaking his head at you.

“I don’t think the kitchen was too bad. Although I love our kitchen.” He grinned at the emphasis he could officially put on the word, you sharing the same reaction at the phrase. Our kitchen. Our new apartment.

“I’m so excited.” You all but squealed, the man chuckling as you squeezed him tighter to you in your excitement.

“Me too.” He said, smile slightly closing his eyes as his face creased with the strength of his happiness.

“Remember how nervous you were when you first brought up moving in together?” You wondered, peeking over at the closet across the room that had started it all.

“I do.” He chuckled, making you smile as your brain took you back to the event that had taken place only a few months prior, in this very room.

“Hey.”

Looking up from the heap of clean clothes at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, you had eyed a pouty Jungkook, raising your eyebrows at his expression as his eyes briefly fixed on the clothes before focusing back on your face as he shuffled into your bedroom. 

The tone and facial expression that Jungkook greeted you with had your eyes widened slightly, examining his approaching stature, his eyes squinted at you accusingly.

“Hi.” You responded, laying Jungkook’s clean boxers on your thigh to straighten the fabric before you creased it.

“Are you hiding something from me?” He asked, causing you to tip your head in confusion as you stared back at him, bottom lip jutted out slightly. 

“Not that I know of, no.” 

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised at that, walking further into the bedroom to approach where you sat on the mattress folding a fresh load of clean clothes. 

You watched as his eyes searched the pile, sighing dejectedly before turning back toward the closet to rummage through it some more. 

“What are you up to?” You asked, Jungkook’s actions stalling only a bit when he picked up on the annoyed tone you used at his messing up of the rack of clothes in there. 

“I’m looking for my hoodie.” He explained his actions, causing you to roll your eyes behind his back. 

Jungkook seemed to have an emotional attachment to each and every one of his hoodies, even though he had hundreds to speak of. Every time you borrowed one, he tracked you down and made you give it back. 

It was never in a mean way; he only wanted his stuff returned, and you understood that. But at a certain point, it was just annoying. 

“Which one are you looking for?” 

“It’s the black one with the blue flames on the hood.” He recalled, scanning the row of clothes for the design before grunting in disapproval upon coming up empty-handed. 

Shaking your head, you sighed as you diverted your eyes back to the clothes awaiting folding. You could still hear the man rummaging through the plethora of hung items over your music, pressing your lips together in slight annoyance at the stubborn man. 

The closet in your bedroom was now a fifty-fifty split of your clothes and Jungkook’s. You couldn’t recall when he had started keeping clothes there; you suppose it just happened naturally as he spent more and more time with you. 

In fact, you were going on two years. You had picked up his habits and him some of yours, you knew all his little quirks and vice versa. Including his necessity for keeping all his precious hoodies in check. 

“Why must you fret about each and every one of your hoodies' temporary absences?” You sighed, the man mumbling an “ouch” as something fell out onto his foot. 

“Because I know someone,” he looked back to you for emphasis, “likes to steal them and then I never get them back. I swear you’re renting a storage locker for my hoodies just so I can’t find them here.” 

At his dramatics, you merely sighed again, going back to folding your t-shirt before you paused, looking up to stare at the back of his head. 

Thinking back, you could picture the black hoodie in a heap on his bedroom floor the other day, tossed aside after some activities between you two and obviously forgotten about by your boyfriend. 

“Did you check your place?” You asked, Jungkook’s actions pausing at your words before he slowly spun around to you. 

His face was plagued with guilt, cheeks full in a different kind of pout than the bratty one he’d greeted with as his sweet doe eyes came out to play. 

“Ugh, sorry.” He said, cheeks heated before he made his way over to you, landing on the mattress with his head resting on your thigh. 

You chuckled at the embarrassed pout on his face as he nestled his head into your leg, staring up at you with a ‘hmph.’

“I just can’t seem to keep track of what’s at mine or yours.” He explained, you nodding with a fond smile as you brushed hair back from his face. 

“I know. You just get so damn protective over those hoodies.” You teased, the man scrunching his nose at your cooing tone. 

“It is really difficult to keep track of what is where.” He sighed, looking up at you with a gleam in his eye that told you he was thinking something he wasn’t saying. 

“It is. What’s going on in here, baby?” You tapped your pointer finger against the crown of his head, the man smiling shyly as he grabbed your hand in his. 

“Why don’t we,” he trailed off, hoping you’d get his hint so he didn’t have to come out and actually say it. When you only stared at him in response, he sighed, shaking his head to negate what he’d been saying causing you to grab his wrist with a pout.

“Why don’t we what?” You asked, jutting your bottom lip out at the disappointed look on your boyfriends face, smoothing your thumb over the corner of his mouth to ease his frown. 

“Well, you know,” he shrugged, “since it’s so hard going back and forth between each other’s places,” he trailed off, groaning when you only smiled back at him, eyebrows raised in amusement as you waited for him to continue. 

The look on your face told him you knew. The gleam in your eye told him you knew exactly what he was trying to articulate. 

“Baby,” He groaned, realizing you were messing with him as you pulled begging eyes down at him. He removed his hand from yours, pulling it away with a pout as you chuckled at his reaction.

“What, Kook? What’s on your mind?” You continued playing dumb, wanting to drag the words you’ve been waiting so long to hear out from the man. 

“C’mon, why are you making me say it if you already know?” He whined, you giggling as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“Because I want to hear it from you. And I like seeing you squirm.” You smirked, the man scoffing underneath you as he recaptured your hand in his own. 

“Baby, my sweet angel, the brightest star in the entire universe-“ 

“Jungkook!” You laughed, lightly squeezing his hand as you grinned down at him, his teeth shining up at you as he shyly blushed at the words in his brain. 

“Can we move in together?”

“Hm,” you hummed, the man’s eyes bulging as he slightly panicked beneath you, “give me some good reasons to.” You smirked again, your boyfriend gasping at your words before he took control, flipping you over to hover above your frame as you squealed at the sudden action. 

“You brat.” He leaned his forehead down to yours, effectively silencing you with a kiss to your lips, your fingers tickling at the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“For one,” he started, “you wouldn’t have to hear me complaining about my missing hoodies anymore. I can make a mean cup of tea, I’m really good at laundry, I-”

You cut the man off with a press of your lips to his, silencing him with a muffled noise as his hand squeezed at your hip. 

“You don’t have to give me any reasons.” You mumbled against his lips, feeling them curl into a small smile as he made a noise of delighted surprise. He knew you were only teasing, but he couldn’t believe you hadn’t dragged it out longer. 

“Really?” He grinned, causing you to giggle beneath him out of sheer fondness.

“Yeah, I’ll move in with you.” 

“Really, really?” He grinned, his doe eyes sparkling at you as you nodded to confirm, laughing at the man’s goofy repetition of the question you’d already answered. 

“So, we’re actually doing this? We’re moving in together?” He raised his eyebrows, face melting into a grin as you brushed his hair back from his forehead. 

“I think we’re ready, don’t you?” You smiled, the look of absolute happiness on your boyfriends face almost making you tear up as he all but hugged you to his frame. 

“I know we’re ready, baby.” He nodded, kissing you again as you both continued smiling like idiots. 

“Wait, how do we do this?” You asked, Jungkook furrowing his brows as he pondered your question.

“Huh. I don’t know.” He chuckled, you giggling along with him before sighing in thought. 

“Do we want to look for a new apartment altogether?” You wondered aloud, Jungkook bouncing his head back and forth in thought, hair moving with his head. 

“We could. Do you really want to leave here, though?” He raised his eyebrows in surprise when you shrugged in response, raising your hand to cup his cheek lovingly.

“I don’t care where I live as long as you’re with me. What about your place?” You offered, Jungkook mirroring your earlier response with a quirk of his shoulders up to his face. 

“You’re my home.” He put simply, laughing when your bottom lip jutted into a pout, pressing kisses over your face as your eyes filled with water out of pure adoration for the man. 

At the memory, you felt your eyes water again, looking up at Jungkook with a pout. Your boyfriend, wrinkling his nose at your expression, poked at your bottom lip, tutting his tongue at you.

“What happened to not caring where you lived as long as I’m with you?” He teased, squeezing your shoulder with a smile.

“I still feel that way, Kookie.” You assured him with a grin, taking his hand as he wiggled his fingers out to you.

“Good. We’re going to create so many more memories in our new home, I promise.” He said, baring his teeth to you again as he felt you squeeze your fingers around his hand.

“I know. I can’t wait to create more memories with you.” You sighed dreamily, leaning in for another chaste kiss on the man’s tempting pout. 

“So,” he leaned his forehead against yours, “are you feeling ready to leave now?” 

His words were soft, but they weren’t spoken with tentativeness. There was obvious excitement in his tone, an emotion that had you wanting to spring off your bay window and never look back. 

“Let’s go.” You smiled, coming to a stand as Jungkook remained seated, grinning at you in amusement at your sudden change in attitude about leaving this place. 

“Alright, boss.” 

With a grunt, he came to his feet, never letting go of your hand as you made your final stroll through the apartment together. 

Passing through the years’ worth of memories within the walls, you both took a silent few steps before pausing in the entryway, giving the place one last glance before meeting each others eyes with small, matching smiles.

Turning the handle to your front door for the last time, you let the latch slide closed like you had so many times before, tick-tick tacking as it came to a secure shut.

Shutting the door behind you, simultaneously opening a new one. 

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[imaginary-portal]

Neighbors - Part One

Bucky x Fem Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Summary: Y/N works in the Avengers compound with her boyfriend Jonathan. Bucky Barnes lives in the room next door and finds himself falling for Y/N.

Part Two

Masterlist

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"Y/N? Are you with us?" Y/N snapped her head up. She didn't realize she was staring off into space. The recent sleep deprivation has been costly. So costly that occasionally she sleeps with her eyes open. This meeting was important to plan the attack for the next mission. "Yeah. Sorry." She looked around the room, embarrassed. Bucky Barnes shifted in his seat. Y/N sparked his curiosity. He'd noticed her when he first entered the room, but he wasn't sure why she was there. Half of the room was filled with Avengers, the other half was experts and strategists. "Any suggestions?" Tony asked her, testing her attention span. "I'll have to think on it." Y/N said casually. "How about we take a lunch break. Clear our minds. Meet back here in 30 minutes?" Steve suggested. "Sorry, no one told me you're in charge of meetings now." Tony remarked. "Come on Tony. Look around. Everyone's tired. We'll figure it out after." Steve did have a point. Y/N wasn't the only one who looked drained.

During her lunch break, Y/N went back to her room, where she took a quick power nap. Bucky followed behind her, realizing his room was right next to hers. He wanted to know who she was, so he waited in his room until the lunch break was almost over. He left his room the same time as her. "Hey neighbor." Y/N said, looking refreshed. "Hi. I'm Bucky." Y/N shook his non-metal hand. "I know. I'm Y/N, I work in strategy." Bucky nodded, walking along Y/N's side in the hall. "Ah, that's why you were so tired. They overwork you." Y/N nodded. "Precisely. But I've never enjoyed a job as much as this one. I mean come on, I get free meals and lodging. Who'd pass that up?" The two of them laughed as they reentered the meeting room. "Y/N, welcome back. I'm ready to hear your ideas." Tony pressured her immediately.

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When the meeting finally ended, everyone left to grab dinner. Y/N sat with one of her colleagues, where they continued the discussion of the meeting. Her wandering glance noticed several times that Bucky was looking at her. He was sitting with the rest of the Avengers, who were talking about getting suit upgrades. Even though he couldn't hear her, he liked the way she talked with people. She seemed very enthusiastic and educated. "Oh, you like smart girl over there?" Natasha said quietly as motioned her head towards Y/N. Bucky shook his head, not realizing how long he'd been watching her. "No, I just didn't know who she was." Natasha smiled. "It's fine Bucky. You see him over there?" She pointed to a security guard in the corner of the room. He looked off into the distance to see the attractive man. Bucky looked back at Natasha, who wiggled her eyebrows. "We all have a normal person that we're interested in." Bucky looked back at Y/N and watched as a man approached her, interrupting her conversation. Y/N looked up at the man with a smile. The man bent down to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Natasha hissed. "Oh, she's taken. Sorry bud." Bucky looked down at his food, no longer interested in anything beyond his plate.

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The next day, the team had a successful mission. It did include some hasty improvising that Tony planned to discuss with Y/N about. He was still wearing his iron suit and had scratches on his face but he wanted to be sure Y/N wrote down his critiques. Y/N walked outside, seeing the Avengers standing in a circle, Steve and Natasha sitting on the ground. A medic cleaned up their wounds as Y/N spoke with Tony. Bucky watched the conversation keenly. Y/N took notes and was very receptive to the critiques. For a moment she seemed to be more patient with Tony than Steve was. That was, until she disagreed with Tony on something. Tony claimed that a mistake was due to her strategy but she believed it had to do with his suit. "Let's test it right now. Stand up there, fly down and blast that trash can." Y/N was confident. Tony did as she said, proving her to be right. "I'll let you get away with that for now." Was all Tony said before walking inside. Y/N scribbled something down in her notebook, smiling to herself. When she looked up, she caught eyes with Bucky, maintaining her smile before walking inside.

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The team split up for the next mission. Each strategist was assigned an Avenger to tackle individual weaknesses. Since Y/N showed up pretty well to Tony, she got promoted to Chief Strategist. Therefore, she was given the hardest team member to work with: Bucky. Bucky was only hard to work with because he doesn't engage with people often. He likes to have a plan and the less that plan involves other people the better. What Y/N would find, however, is that Bucky is easy to work with, so she didn't exactly understand what people meant by that.

Y/N entered the meeting room with a computer and notepad. Bucky sat at the table, relieved to see Y/N as his strategist. Y/N sat across from him and logged onto her laptop. "So, what do you feel is your biggest weakness on missions?" She stood up to plug her laptop into the projector. Bucky watched her as he tried to think of his answer. "I guess it would be that I can't fly so I'm always stuck on the ground. I rarely have a height leverage." Y/N nodded, sitting back down. "What if I told you that doesn't really put you at a disadvantage?" Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "I mean, if flying was the main priority for a mission, only half of the team would be going. After looking at some of Tony's footage, it looks to me that your main weakness is your range." Y/N played a clip on the projector that showed Bucky falling because he couldn't reach behind him. "That metal arm isn't so flexible, yeah?" Bucky sat, astonished. "Yeah, you know what, you're right. I never realized that before." Y/N nodded, typing something on her computer. "So I scheduled you some training sessions this week. They're gonna teach you some new combat moves and flexibility, so it shouldn't be as much of a problem anymore." Bucky nodded, content with the plan.

"Wow. That was easy." Y/N said. "They told me you were the hardest to work with but if I was with Tony I'd be in a meeting for hours." They both laughed as Y/N shut her laptop. "So how's the compound life treating you?" Y/N switched topics. Bucky shrugged. "I mean I can't complain. I've spent a lot of time living in torture chambers." Y/N nodded, understanding the seriousness of the conversation. "I read that in your file. Are you getting any help for dealing with that stuff? You know, mental health is just as important as your physical health." Bucky shrugged again, not really answering her question. "Well there's a lot of resources here so use whatever you need. Not to sound corny, but I'm also available if you ever need someone to talk to. You know where my room is. My door is always open, unless my boyfriend is sleeping, in which case I advise you not to come to our door." Y/N laughed, realizing the ramble she went on. “Wanna grab lunch? I’m starving.” Bucky took up her offer, walking by her side in the halls. Along the way, he got a whiff of her perfume, which was a pleasant and enticing scent.

“Are you single? I can hook you up with my friend Clara. She’s the sweetest person you’ll ever meet.” Bucky shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich. “Thank you but I’m not interested in a relationship right now.” Bucky lied. To tell the truth he was lonely. To tell another truth he was interested in Y/N. “Understandable.” Y/N said as Bucky swallowed his food. “So what’s your boyfriend like?” Y/N bit her lip as she thought of the perfect way to describe him. “Jonathan works over in aircraft. He’s very logical, focused. He has big plans here.” Bucky raised his eyebrows. “What about you? Do you have plans here?” Y/N nodded, poking around at her side salad. “I do, but they’re not as ambitious as his, you know? I’m already Chief of Strategy so I’m not sure how much further I can go.” Bucky shook his head. “Don’t limit yourself. I can tell you got potential.” Y/N smiled at his compliment. “Thanks Bucky, you’re a nice guy. What about you? Do plan to stay here, work government contracts?” Bucky nodded. “For now. But I guess wherever Steve goes I’ll go.” Y/N awed. “That’s sweet. I love a good friendship.” They both sat in an awkward silence as they thought of something to say. “What do you do for fun?” Bucky scrunched his eyebrows. “I don’t do anything.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “Come on. You gotta do something. You like music? Movies?” Bucky shrugged. “40s music is nice.” Y/N's eyes beamed. "Oh you must know Frank Sinatra, yeah?" Bucky nodded. "Yeah he's all right." Y/N took a large bite of food. "Classic." she said with a mouthful.

"Well, well, well, if it ain't two troublemakers." A man approached the table from behind Y/N. "Jonathan!" Y/N said, excited. She pulled out the chair next to her and the man took a seat, plopping his food on the table. "As you may know, this is Bucky." Y/N tried introducing the two, and Bucky corrected her by saying "James" as he shook Jonathan's hand. Y/N's eyebrow wrinkled. "You do nice work out there, kicking ass." Jonathan complimented as he began eating. Bucky nodded and looked down at his food, no longer interested in conversation. "How's aircraft today?" Y/N asked Jonathan. "Stupid, as usual." Y/N playfully rolled her eyes, but Bucky took him seriously. "What's stupid about it?" Jonathan swallowed and wiped a crumb out of the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "Everyone is so caught up in team work when sometimes things could be faster if we just worked alone." Y/N chuckled to herself. "Easy for you to say when you know everything that goes on there. Not everyone is as advanced as you." Bucky held back an eye roll, growing a distaste for the way Y/N was feeding the man's ego. Jonathan caught onto this, sensing a feeling of disapproval from Bucky. "You'll see. Things will be better once I'm promoted to supervisor." No one replied, instead eating more food.

"So how did you two meet? Is Bucky not logical enough or something?" Jonathan tried cracking a joke. "No, we just split up into groups so everyone needed help." Y/N rebutted. Jonathan shook his head. "They just say that to make the weaker ones feel better. The airborne Avengers: Iron Man, Vision, Falcon, their combat is much more calculated, less error." Y/N smacked Jonathan's shoulder. Bucky expressed an eye roll this time. He didn't know why he was still sitting with this obnoxious couple. "Be nice. And that's not true. Remember when I told you I proved Tony wrong about his suit versus my strategy?" Jonathan shook his head, a confused look on his face. "Well anyways, that's how I got promoted. I'm at a higher rank than you now." She stuck her tongue out a Jonathan, who gave her a kiss on the lips, smirking at Bucky as he pulled away. Y/N regained composure, wiping a hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry Bucky. I promise he's nice when he opens up to you." She looked at her watch. "Shit. I have a meeting in five minutes. I'll see you guys later." Y/N quickly grabbed her bag, gave Jonathan a kiss on the cheek, and promptly left. The two men sat in an awkward silence. Jonathan swallowed the last bite of his food, glaring at Bucky.

"You don't go taking my girl, got it?" Asshole. Bucky nodded affirmatively, picking up his trash and leaving the table. ——————

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The Spider

George Harrison x Reader

Warning(s): A spider?

Notes: based on this headcanon thing for the Beatles

Summary: there's a spider in your kitchen and you and George are chickens

“George!” You screeched.

“What?! What?!” George came barreling into the kitchen. 

He was disheveled from just waking up. He was still in just his underwear, his hair sticking up in all places, and he had a wild and worried expression on his face.

You were stood cowering on the counter, one of his shoes held above your head as weapon. 

“There’s a spider!” you cried, pointing frantically in the direction of the stove where there were three other shoes (also George’s) laying around a small black spot.

A shiver ran up George’s spine.

He walked over to you, feigning worry when he was really trying to avoid the spider the same as you. He placed a hand against your thigh to reassure both you and himself.

“Kill it, George!” you cried, throwing the last shoe and practically climbing on top of him.

“I don’t have a weapon!” He retorted, catching himself against the counter so he wouldn’t topple you both to the floor.

“Go grab another shoe!” You had mounted his shoulders now, refusing to touch your bare feet on the same tile as the eight-legged-monster.

The spider crawled in your direction and you both let out a scream. George frantically backed away from the thing and out of the room.

You hopped off of him onto the sitting room couch. “Go get it George!”

“What? Why me?” He exclaimed.

“Because you’re the man! I keep you around to deal with stuff like this.”

“And here I thought it was because of me good looks. I’m shocked.”

You shoved his shoulder, eyes glittering as a mischievous thought appeared in your mind. “Well, I could always call John.”

He glowered at you. “You wouldn’t.”

You smirked. “Try me.”

George was at an impasse. On the one hand, if John came over and killed the spider, he wouldn’t have to. On the other, if John got called to take care of a coin-sized spider, he would never hear the end of it. And he’d probably chase the two of you around with it.

He let out a dramatic groan and walked in the direction of the kitchen again, deciding the latter was a worse sentence.

He peeked in the kitchen, the spider was still in pretty much the same place; surrounded by his shoes.

George shuddered at the thought of finding one of its babies in his shoes later. He might have to burn them.

He pulled his head back and leaned against the wall. “Okay, George. You can do this. It’s the size of a button, it can’t hurt you.”

He took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen.

It was probably in his head, but he could have sworn the thing turned to look at him; and, he realized with fear, he was extremely unarmed.

It was stupid, George thought, how much this small bug could intimidate him. But there was just something creepy about them. Them and their skinny eight legs.

“George, hurry up! I still want to make breakfast before you go to the studio!”

George turned, facing the kitchen entrance. “I don’t see you in here killing it!”

“Point taken! Carry on!”

He turned back around, blood running cold as he saw the spider start crawling in his direction.

He let out a less than manly scream, throwing a string of curse words following it, grabbed the newspaper that you’d left on the counter, and brought it down upon the arachnid.

He held it there with force for about a minute before he risked lifting the paper.

He let out a relieved sigh as he saw the black spot squished against the sports section.

He laughed a little bit before calling, “Y/N! Safe to come in now, love! But we’re throwing out the newspaper.”

You poked your head in the kitchen, eyes scanning the area for the spider before landing on the newspaper in George’s hand.

You screeched happily, wrapping your arms around him and planting a kiss on his cheek. “George Harrison, you are my hero.”

“Ah, it was nothing,” he said, dropping the newspaper and settling his hands on your waist. “Just a little old spider. Nothing to worry about.”

You raised an eyebrow, that mischievous glint back in your eye. “Oh really? Well, then you won’t be concerned when I say there is one crawling over your foot right now?”

“What?!” George screamed, moving quickly to look at his foot and shake off the imaginary spider, toppling the both of you to the floor in a flash.

You laughed and George lifted himself from on top of you. “Oh, very funny! I kill a spider for you and not an ounce of sympathy.”

You laughed harder, holding your stomach.

“You want something to laugh about? I’ll give you something to laugh about.” He said, grinning, before raising his hands.

You caught on to what he was intending to do and your eyes went wide. “George, George, please don’t!”

He brought them down to your stomach and started tickling you. You let out a squeal, bursting into laughter again as you rolled around the kitchen floor trying to get away from him. “Quit! Quit! Geo-George sto-ho-hop!”

He was laughing, too, now. Enjoying himself as he mercilessly tickled your sides.

Suddenly, in a burst of devilry, you surged forward and tackled him; tickling him in return now.

He fell back with a loud laugh, hitting the tile floor with an ‘oof’.

Your laughter filled the flat. Perhaps too loud for the morning, you’d surely get some complaints from the neighbors later, but you didn’t care.

"Okay! Oh-ho-kay! I surrender!” He managed to get out between laughs.

You stopped, out of breath, and fell onto the floor beside him, a smile still on your face.

He turned his head to look at you. You were sprawled out like a starfish, one of your arms laying over his, and your (or was it his?) shirt was riding up to show off your stomach and the pretty pair of underwear you’d worn to bed. He grinned.

You caught his gaze and moved to look at him. “What?”

He chuckled. “Nothin’, I jus-” he moved to hover over you, hands on either side of your head. You smiled wider and he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss.

“I love you,” he said, pulling away and leaning his forehead against yours.

“I love you, too,”

He leaned in for another kiss.

And tickled your sides.

You let out a loud squeal, wriggling around to get away from him, and running out of the kitchen, him close on your heels.

It’s safe to say George was late to the studio that morning.

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Here for the sentence starters!! "I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater" and "I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do." Feel free to do both or either or whatever you prefer with either of the Marcuses! I'm in such a fluffy mood rn and these will make my day :)) (PS I adore you and I hope you have a good day xx)

Making Moves (Marcus Moreno x f!Reader)

Summary: Your neighborhood superhero, Marcus Moreno, is being nagged by his daughter to find love. Lucky for him, just the right woman moves in down the street.

W/C: 2.7k

Warnings: language, brief talks of death (just to refer to Marcus’s wife who passed away), brief mentions of sexual stuff. it’s tame.

A/N: THIS WAS SO FUN. I love some good Marcus Moreno. He’s such a cutie and these prompts made it so fun! You can still send me prompts from this list with a character, just mind the taken ones! p.s. my emotional support Brit @maxlordsgf see how I used patio/backyard??

The Moreno household was cozy. You wondered if it was Marcus who’d decorated the beautiful home, or if his late wife. You supposed it didn’t matter. You would’ve liked the former Mrs. Moreno, if Marcus could love her like he did. 

He lived a few houses down from you. You’d moved in a couple of months ago, into the nice Craftsman style home you currently rented. The best thing about the house was the beautiful front porch, which exposed the lovely suburban neighborhood. The porch had come with a swing, and you’d decided that it’d have to be your new morning coffee spot. After all, this is California, where the sun was plentiful and the air was just cold enough to be refreshing in the mornings.

The time that you drank your coffee on the porch also happened to be the time that your neighborhood Heroic, Marcus, went for his morning runs. He’d been excited to see that the house was sold, and Missy was too. They planned on bringing over some sweets once you were settled. Several weeks after the sold sign went up, he saw you for the first time. 

You looked like an angel, he thought. You wore a fuzzy robe with patterned capri pajama pants peeking from beneath it. Your glasses rested on the bridge of your nose, slightly fogged from the steam of your coffee. You sat on your porch swing, knees pulled to your chest, reading from your tablet. He was immediately caught off-guard. Your new home was at the beginning of his running path, but his breath was already gone from his lungs from your beauty. 

Pushing his own glasses up his nose, he gave you a little wave as you looked up. You’d smiled at him, a grin with your teeth visible. The man was handsome, you’d noticed. Dark hair, a little scruff, eyes that scrunched when he smiled at you. He was fit, too, his muscles evident beneath his tight t-shirt and running shorts. He kept running, unsure what he could say to you. 

Marcus returned home some thirty minutes later to find Missy awake. “Hey, the new neighbor moved in,” he told her as he walked to the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Ooh, tell me all about them.”

“Well, we didn’t talk. I still don’t know if it’s a family or anything,” he admitted. “But there was a woman sitting on the porch.”

Missy’s eyes lit up. “How old?”

Marcus shook his head. “I don’t know, muñeca,” he told her and kissed her head as he walked past her to sit at the table. 

“Old enough to date?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and stuffing her mouth full of cereal. “Did she seem single?”

“Stay out of it,” he teased her and poked her forehead, right between the eyes. 

She flinched back a bit but laughed. “Dad, come on.”

He shook his head. “We can bring over a housewarming gift tonight, huh? Then we can see.” -

Well, it turned out that night was too busy to do so for the Morenos.

You saw him the next morning as he ran past again. You wore different pajamas but sat in the same position. You’d waved back.

That’s how the next couple mornings went for the two of you. Every day, Marcus could swear you looked prettier. With you looking like that in your pajamas, he couldn’t imagine how beautiful you’d be at any other time. 

Finally, Friday night, he and Missy put on some music and got to baking.

“What does she look like?” Missy asked curiously as she cracked an egg into the bowl- she’d learned the hard way that her father was not to be trusted with egg duty.

Marcus described you to his daughter, his eyes far off and a small smile on his face. “She’s very pretty.”

“Well, duh. You’re simping over her, of course she is.”

“What’s a simp?” He’d asked, brow furrowing.

-

The knock came an hour or two later. You’d gotten home from work an hour or so earlier, so you were in relaxed clothing, the remnants of your makeup on your face. 

Behind the door stood the handsome runner you saw every morning, and a miniature, carbon-copied version of him with longer hair and more feminine features. “Hi! We’re the Morenos. We live in the blue house down the street. I’m Missy, and this is my dad, Marcus,” she introduced herself cheerfully. She held a tray of brownies. He held a bouquet.

“We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood,” the man- Marcus- says with a warm smile on his face.

“Oh, thank you!” You grinned and took the tray Missy held out. “Well, come in, please,” you invite them. “Do you drink, Marcus? I was just having some wine. Oh, and Missy, I have some soda if you’d like that.”

The three of you sat in your half-constructed living room for a while and chatted. You learned about the former Mrs. Moreno and how she’d passed a few years ago. You shared that you were living alone and single, due to a bad breakup that led you to move here. The two were good company, you learned quickly, bantering back and forth more like siblings than a father and daughter.

As they stood up to leave, you apologized for the mess. “Sorry. I’ve been trying to hook up my TV lately, and I haven’t done anything else yet. I want to get the TV up first, but I’m practically useless with electronic stuff,” you admitted with a chuckle.

“Oh, Dad is great with electronics,” Missy told you with a grin.

“Not great. Competent would be a better word,” he chuckled. “I could help you set it up, if you’d like that.”

“I would, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“No trouble at all. Here, we can exchange numbers, you can text me when you’d like me to come over,” he offered and pulled out his phone.

“Sure,” you said and told him your number, which he enters into his phone and sends you a text. “Perfect,” you nodded and saved his phone number. “I’ll see you two soon, hopefully.”

They said goodbye and you heard Missy giggling as the door shut behind him. It’s muffled, but you thought you can hear Missy anyway: “That was smooth, Dad!”

-

That was months ago now. You’d developed a relationship with the both of them, visiting each others’ houses often for dinner or just to chat. 

When summer rolled around, Missy invited you over for days at their pool. You two had enjoyed yourselves, Marcus playing the role of your butler for the day, serving you mocktails and teasing his daughter. It became a common occurrence during the summer. You even had a reverse day on Marcus’s birthday (July 12th) where Missy served the two of you. It was almost like a date. That was the day you both realized you’d fallen hard for the other.

As much as you spent time with Marcus, the girl positively adored you, and always sent you texts from her father’s phone.

We’re having pizza tonight! Wanna come over?

Dad says he sucks at math. Can you help me with my homework?

My friends canceled on me. Are you free to eat Ben and Jerry’s and watch Mamma Mia with me? 

You’d become like a mother figure to her, helping her when she got her first period, taking her shopping for middle-school dances, giving her boy advice.

Marcus liked you just as much, if not more. You liked him too. He was a funny man, kindhearted and warm. He’d listen to you talk when you’d had a shitty day, bring over a bottle of wine when he needed some comfort, cook dinner for the two of you when Missy was at Anita’s.

One night, you’re eating dinner with them on their patio. It’s nice, overlooking their backyard and their pool. Missy is going to a friend’s later, to sleep over, but Marcus had cooked food for the three of you on the grill, something you’d learned he was fantastic at, and you’re inside getting more food. The door is slightly cracked, and you can hear the two of them talking. 

“Dad. You have to make your move, and you gotta do it tonight! Otherwise, she’ll go for Kent a couple doors down. You don’t want that, do you?” she asks in a hushed voice.

“It’s not that easy, muñeca. I’m so in love with her I don’t know what to do.”

Your heart catches in your chest, fluttering. Marcus likes you. Not only that, he’s in love with you. The past few months race through your head, and you hyper-analyze every little interaction the two of you have had. It’s clear now, in hindsight. You swallow hard, putting back down the skewer of vegetables.

He’s been the only thing on your mind the past few weeks, you have to admit. Your visits to each others’ homes had increased, with you spending more and more nights a week at the Morenos’. His laugh makes your stomach flutter as Missy says something else to him outside. You bite your lip. Tonight’s the night. If he doesn’t make his move like Missy insisted, you’ll do it first.

The conversation is light for the rest of dinner, and you’re a bit detached. Marcus can tell, but he doesn’t comment on it. You simply stare out into their pool, listening to Missy ramble on about the plans that she and her friends have for tonight.

A while later, her friends’ parents pick her up. You stand in the driveway and wave a thank-you to the girl’s parents as they drive off with Missy and her friend in tow. “Love you guys,” she shouts out of the window. You grin and shout it back, in sync with Marcus.

The two of you return to the backyard. You walk a little farther apart from Marcus than normal. “Hey,” he says and stands right next to you, his shoulder nudging yours. “What’s wrong? You’ve been off all night,” he mumbles softly.

You shake your head. “It’s nothing, really,” you chuckle, looking down at your feet. 

Marcus is oblivious to the fact that you heard the two of them earlier. You and Marcus have always had a playful relationship, and the idea strikes him to help cheer you up. “Hey, vecina.”

“What- ah!” You squeal as Marcus lifts you in his strong arms. He walks the two of you to the side of the pool as you wriggle in his grip, laughing. “Goddamnit, Marcus! Let go of me!” You screech as he holds you over the pool, though you’re giggling the whole time.

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he laughs, your feet kicking as they dangle over the chlorinated water. 

“No, you asshole!” You laugh, wriggling. “Put me down, Moreno, or God help your poor soul when I-” 

He sets you down on the edge, backing up a bit. “There, fine. Just trying to help,” he teases. He did, he thinks to himself. You’re smiling again. 

You’re painfully close to him. Your hands find his hips and he looks down at your hands in confusion as you pat the pockets of his shorts. No phone. Perfect. There’s a devilish grin as you wrap him in a bear hug and fall backwards into the pool, taking him with you.

You let go once you’re underwater, shooting up to the surface from under him and laughing. He comes up moments later, wiping his eyes and pushing his hair back. Your laugh is maniacal and loud, completely content and proud of yourself. “There, I cheered you up at least,” he shakes his head and smiles. He walks to the shallower end of the pool, and you follow.

“I wasn’t in a bad mood,” you shoot back.

“Well, something was off. Will you tell me now?” He asks, your eyes wandering to his- oh, he’s ripped, goddamn- abs beneath his wet t-shirt. His eyes remained trained on yours, ever the gentleman.

Swallowing hard, you nod and walk closer to him with a smile. “I heard you and Missy when I was inside getting more food,” you tell him, biting on your lip to hold back an excited giggle.

His brows furrow in confusion then lift in surprise as it hits him. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you nod, wading a little closer and then even closer. You can hear his heavy breathing and look into those big brown eyes with a grin. 

“Well, I-” he starts stammering, unsure of what to say, until you place your hands on his shoulders.

“It’s okay, Marcus,” you mumble soothingly, your arms wrapping around his neck. “I know you said it’s not that easy. Why don’t you let me take the reins then, hm?” You ask teasingly, bringing your face close to his. 

He grins, taking the opportunity as he sees it. His lips crash to yours happily, his hands finding your waist over your sopping wet clothing. You smile softly against his lips. They’re so soft and warm, the very lips you’ve been staring at for a long time, imagining this. He’s gentle but loving and you deepen it. He follows immediately, parting his lips against yours and he sighs into your mouth. 

The two of you stand there, in his pool, making out, for quite a while. Finally, when he breaks away, looking at you through his water-drop-stained glasses, you grin. “This is your fault, you know. I’m gonna have to go home and change into dry clothing.”

“Or you could borrow some of mine,” he offers with a shy smile, and you grin.

“That works too.”

He kisses you one more time. “Will you stay the night? We don’t even have to… to do anything. I don’t even really want to yet. I just want to keep holding on to you.”

You nod and kiss him softly, for just a moment. “Of course I will.” -

You awaken in the morning to the smell of cooking. You live alone, and it makes your brow furrow in confusion, eyes still shut, until they open and you find yourself in Marcus’ home. His bed, specifically. 

You smell like chlorine and your hair is damp still, but you’re wearing a big black sweater that smells like detergent and cologne and sleep. It’s Marcus’s, you realize with a smile. 

Last night was truly perfect. No, you didn’t sleep with him yet, but it was still perfectly intimate, the way you held each other and whispered sweet words and pressed soft kisses all over each others’ faces and torsos. You’d made out for a fair amount of time too, just like teenagers again, but it was meaningful. 

You pad down the stairs, wearing just your underwear and one of Marcus’s big sweaters. He’s cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and your heart melts as you see him. “Good morning, superhero,” you coo as you wrap your arms around him from behind and press a kiss into his neck.

His body warms and melts into your touch. “Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?”

“Amazing. Your bed is insanely comfortable,” you chuckle and snuggle in against him, resting your head against his back. 

“I’m glad. Go sit down, breakfast will be ready in a bit.”

You nod and do exactly that, sitting across the kitchen island from him. He puts some pancakes on a plate, drizzles them with syrup, and slides it to you. “Bon appetit.”

“Thank you,” you grin and waste no time in cutting into them with a fork and taking a bite.

You sigh happily and Marcus’s heart can barely take the sight of it. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

“I can’t get over how cute you are,” you tease and pop another bite in your mouth. “The good news is that you can get over it, because I’m coming over here for breakfast in your clothes every day now.”

“Or you could live here.”

The proposal is so quiet, so sudden and nonchalant that it takes you aback for a minute. “What?”

He shrugs. “I know we’ve only been together for, what, 10 hours now, but Missy and I both adore you. You’re over here all the time anyway. Why don’t you? Save us both some money, too.”

You bite your lip to hold back a grin. “I might have to think about it.”

He nods. “I get that, I-“

“Done thinking. I’ll do it,” you grin happily. 

“Really?”

“Really,” you nod, giggling excitedly. 

Marcus leans across the kitchen counter and kisses you softly. “Be prepared for a lot of Moreno loving. Missy’s a cuddler.”

“I think I can take it,” you smile and press another kiss to his lips, with all of the love in your heart. 

-

translations:

vecina- neighbor (female)

muñeca- in this context, doll

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𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑮𝒐 𝑶𝒏 (𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 (𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛)/ 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆)

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕.

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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑷*𝒓𝒏 𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒑*𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒅𝒐𝒎 × 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒃!, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒋𝒐𝒃, 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)

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Soft pants once again slipped out of his lips, the bottom of them glossy after he had run his tongue over them. He tried so hard to keep quiet, even though he was the only one in the room. One of his hands was buried inside the blankets covering his exposed bottom half, stroking his length at a slow pace, his thumb occasionally playing with the slit on the bulbous head.

Through hooded eyes, he watched as the figure on the screen pushed her panties to the side and ran the tip of the pink glittery dildo across her soaking lips, effectively smearing some of her arousal onto the plastic toy. Her eyes were once again covered by a Venetian masquerade mask, a signature trademark she always possessed during her livestreams. But Mingi could see, and feel, the lust and yearning in them, he swore it was as if she was looking directly at him...

Probably the same thought and illusion the hundreds of thousands of other viewers had as well.

"Do you want me to put it inside me? Want me to fuck myself on this huge cock?"

Immediately a bunch of comments started pouring in, begging her to do it with a splatter of cuss words in between their request. The female let out a teasing chuckle as she read them.

"Desperate now aren't we? But you've all been so generous and I've teased you all too long.."

Lifting her hips up slightly, she lined the dildo up her entrance and slowly sank down on it, a sharp gasp coming from her mouth as the toy stretched her out in the most delicious and painful way. This was by far the biggest toy she had put inside herself and it turned Mingi on so much to see this tiny and cute girl fit a dildo that was almost as big as his own cock into her frail body. He watched in fascination as her legs trembled slightly as she tried to adjust to the size once it was all the way in. His hand squeezed hard at his throbbing length, waiting for her to move so his hand could match her rhythm.

Regaining her composure, she looked back at the camera and smirked before she started rolling her hips. As soon as he saw her movements, his hand began pumping himself once again, holding back the urge to speed up or cum before she did. He always did enjoy cumming at the same time she did. His eyes were latched onto the screen, gaze fixed on her and the way she slid in and out of the toy. He imagined it was his own cock, lord knows how many times he wished it was him she was touching, he wanted to taste her essence as it dripped out of her, wanted her to ride him as she called him 'baby boy' and just be good and pliant for her. He especially wanted to know what her face looked like, she was shrouded with pure mystery that only added to her sexiness and heightened his desire to be with her. For just one night.

But he had to be content with watching her livestreams. It was enough to get him through his stressful days. Especially now when they were preparing hard for a comeback. Mingi was grateful when she decided to pick up the pace and start bouncing on the dildo, his hand now furiously jerking himself off, getting dangerously close to cumming. The moans her pretty lips were pouring out wasn't helping either.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum. You gonna cum with me?" She teased, her hand reaching down and rubbing at her clit.

Mingi resisted the urge to answer back, instead opting for muffling the groan that was about to burst out of him.

"Cum with me my pretty baby. Cum for me like the good boy you are." She cooed softly.

That was all it took for Mingi to spill all over his blanket, effectively soiling it. He gasped a little too loudly than what he intended to, but he couldn't help it. Not after edging himself for so long and biting down on his lip so much he'd swear he probably drew blood. He layed his arm to rest on the pillow next to him, feeling sore after that intense session. Looking back at the screen, he watched as the girl pulled the long toy out of her, trails of her slick juices pouring out and Mingi oh so wished to know what they tasted like.

Giving a tired smile to the camera, she waved at her audience. Mingi pouted slightly.

"I want to give you the best aftercare if only I knew who you were." Without realizing it, his fingers grazed the screen slightly.

"Thank you for joining me on my livestream. I hope you all have a good night."

She looked at the right hand side of the screen, looking at some of the comments before snorting.

"Oh. You guys wanna see it? Ok."

Turning around, she let them admire the tramp stamp adorning her lower back: a cherry slightly shaped like a heart with a green arrow stem piercing through the middle. All her viewers went crazy for it and Mingi was no exception.

Turning her head back to the camera, she winked.

"See you next time."

The screen went completely black, bright red letters on it as it read:

Cherry Venus' Livestream Has Ended

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Mingi!"

Hongjoong's voice called out for him. Mingi rolled his eyes, already dreading whatever the tiny leader was going to ask him to do. Shuffling his way down the hall, he yelled.

"What?!"

Hongjoong quickly appeared, an unamused look on his face.

"Don't give me attitude! I need you to do me a favor."

Without wasting a second, Mingi began walking to the kitchen, hand already opening the cabinet.

"Ok, what do you need me to get down for you?"

Hongjoong let out a mutter of incoherent noises.

"That's not what I needed you for!" He crossed his arms and frowned.

Mingi immediately retracted his hand.

"Oh....what'd you need?"

Hongjoong inhaled as he glared at the top of Mingi's head.

"I need you to go over with Y/N. Seonghwa wants a bake a cake but someone destroyed our pan, so go ask her if she has one we can borrow."

"What the heck? It was new. How did our baking pan get destroyed?"

Right at that moment as Mingi was asking that question, Yeosang walked in then rapidly spun on his heel and walked right back out, making the two other guys look at him curiously.

"While you go do that, imma go investigate what that bunny is hiding."

Without giving him an option, Hongjoong passed by Mingi and made his way to Yeosang's and Wooyoung's room, ready to start nagging and scolding for any involvement in the pan incident.

Having no other choice, Mingi put his shoes on and went over to their neighbor's door to ask for her help. He ran the doorbell and waited for her to come out.

"Oh. Hi Mingi." He observed the smaller girl as she slowly opened the door.

"Hey Y/N! How are you doing?" Mingi always made it a point to be extra friendly and enthusiastic around her, who was really shy and soft spoken.

He remembers the first time he and the rest of the members met her when she moved in next door. Yunho took the heavy box she was carrying out of her hands and she just stared at him with wide eyes, completely in shock at how tall he was. When they asked if she wanted help, she just nodded and uttered the quietest thanks in the history of soft words. San and Wooyoung were absolutely enamoured with how cute she was and tried hugging her or pinch her cheeks, but Seonghwa and Yeosang prevented them from doing so, thinking it would scare her to have complete strangers touching her, even if they meant no harm. Mingi just watched from the side as he helped bring some of her stuff inside. After a while, she started talking to them more, occasionally joking around and always checking up on them or bringing them food. She was still a bit shy, but not as much as before.

"I'm fine. Did you need something?" She asked.

"Yeah! We were wondering if we could borrow a baking pan from you."

She opened the door wider and gestured for him to follow her. As usual, her place was neat and spotless, not a single speck of dirt or a cushion out of place. She was always meticulous like that, something Seonghwa and her had in common. Mingi could only snort at that. But he'd never make fun of her for it. Seonghwa yes, but not her. She was too nice and never made fun of him or scolded him. In fact, she was always taking care to him when the others couldn't.

He followed her to the kitchen, hand already reaching for one of the cabinets.

"Will you need my assistance in getting anything down for you?" He offered.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I actually keep them down here, but thank you Mingi."

"Oh.... maybe I should stop insinuating that people need me to get things for them." He admitted awkwardly, remembering the incident with Hongjoong just minutes ago.

"You know Mingi. Just because you're taller than the rest of us, doesn't mean we can't get things down by ourselves. Ladders were invented for a reason." Her statement made him poke his bottom lip out.

"Maybe I like feeling useful."

She couldn't help but smile at his little confession as she crouched down, opening one of the lower cabinets, which was surprisingly unorganized. She glanced back at him with an embarrassed look.

"I haven't gotten to organize all of the kitchen supplies." She explained.

"Y/N you've seen how we live, trust me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." He assured her.

Y/N went back to her task of rummaging around, trying to figure out where she stashed the damned baking pan. As she moved around, her shirt slightly rose up, exposing part of her lower back, which Mingi would have just shrugged off and not paid attention to......

If a certain splash of red tint wasn't sprawled all over it.

Mingi stared in shock as he recognized the familiar cherry heart tattoo that he had fantasized about so many times. He rubbed his eyes, hoping it was just his imagination, but when he looked back down, it was still there. So many thoughts were going through his head that he didn't notice Y/N had found the pan and was now holding it out to him.

"Mingi? Are you all right?" Her question snapped him out of his thoughts.

He stared at her in bewilderment, eyes boring right through her and Y/N shifted uncomfortably at his gaze.

"Um....here's the pan."

Mingi mentally slapped himself and managed to compose himself.

"Thank Y/N! You're so nice as always. I'll be sure to tell Seonghwa to bring you cake as a sign of appreciation."

He spoke just as fast as the footsteps he took to get out of her apartment.

"That-that won't be necessary-"

"Please! I insist. You're just as sweet as a cherry- I mean! A cotton candy! I mean....."

He decided to stop himself before he messed up even more.

"Thank you Y/N and have a good day!"

He sped back over to the dorm, shutting the door behind him, leaving Y/N confused as to his strange behavior and yet not at all surprised.

"He always was the most bizarre one of them..." But then the image of Hongjoong pouring his milk first before cereal immediately shut down that statement.

Mingi closed the door to the dorm behind him, his back settling on the wall as his eyes looked at the ground for a few seconds, completely oblivious to the argument coming from Hongjoong's room. Going inside the kitchen, he placed the pan in front of Seonghwa, who was already on the task of getting out the ingredients for the pastry.

"You look like you saw a ghost." He pointed out.

Seonghwa looked back at Mingi when the latter didn't respond. He just kept his eyes locked on the pan in front of him. Seonghwa waved a hand in front of him.

"Earth to Mingi!" He exclaimed.

Mingi covered his ears.

"There was no need to shout you know."

Seonghwa let out an incredulous "whoah". He decided it was best not to pay attention to whatever was going on in Mingi's mind, just in case it was something that would end up making him angry or just straight out make him lose brain cells. He opened the freezer door and took out the frozen fruits that kept there.

"What I should I decorate the cake with? San wants kiwis and pineapple, but I kinda wanted strawberries and cherries. What do you say?"

He held out the options out for Mingi to decide, however Mingi just shot up at the mention of cherries.

"I know nothing about cherries ok?!" He stormed out of the kitchen, speeding for his room to hide under the shelter of his blankets.

Seonghwa blinked at his sudden outburst before sighing.

"Literally just tell me you don't want them. No need to be such a drama queen."

Hongjoong opened the door to his room, with Yeosang and Wooyoung trailing behind him, their heads hung low as Hongjoong directed them to go to their room and follow through with their punishment.

"Well the mystery of the destroyed pan is solved." Hongjoong announced happily.

Seonghwa however ignored him, making him pout.

"You're not interested in what I have to say again." Hongjoong whined as he shimmied over to where Seonghwa stood. Tilting his head, he asked.

"Are you still mad about taking them into my room?"

Seonghwa glared at Hongjoong, his eyes speaking for him.

"Well I had to. Besides, it'll be good for you to know that the reason why the pan was destroyed is because your angel son, Yeosang, tried to kill Wooyoung with it when they stayed home by themselves."

Seonghwa involuntarily let out a laugh.

"Probably had it coming."

Hongjoong opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately decided against it. He stared at the contents in front of him.

"So did you finally decide what you want on it?"

"No. And Mingi is no help either. He got all freaked out when I pulled out the cherries. It was weird. He's not allergic right?"

Hongjoong picked up the cherries and held them in his hand for a bit before looking back at Seonghwa, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Let's find out."

"Kim Hongjoong! Are you seriously trying to poison the kids?! No wonder Yeosang thinks murder is ok!"

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Mingi could not get the image out of his head. What on earth was going on? What did this all mean? Could Y/N possibly be...?

He shook his head at that, not wanting to picture anything else. Besides, it couldn't possibly be her. Y/N was so soft, shy, sweet and the most innocent person on the planet. There was no way she was the camgirl he often fapped to late at night.

Then again........

Mingi noticed how they did seem to have similar heights, the same hair color and length, they looked to be around the same body proportions as well, but he wasn't too sure about that since Y/N wore either baggy or oversized clothes. He was so lost trying to figure out what was going on that minutes stretched to hours and soon there was a knock on his door.

"Mingi-ah! Seonghwa Hyung says you have to take cake over to Y/N!" San's voice called out.

Speak of the devil.

"Why don't you guys take it?" He protested, not wanting to see her so soon.

"Wooyoung and Yeosang aren't allowed out of their room for another 23 minutes. Yunho is already gorging himself on cake, Seonghwa is busy baking another one, Hongjoong is at the studio and Jongho is..... well.....I actually don't know what he's doing. He just promised he won't get arrested and then left to who knows where. So you have to go."

Mingi groaned as he rolled off the bed, hitting the ground with a slight thud.

"Be careful Mingi. Just cause you're a giant doesn't mean you can't fall off the bed." San reminded him rather innocently.

Opening the door, Mingi snatched the tupperware containing the cake from him.

"And why can't you go?" Mingi raised an eyebrow.

"I have been tasked with keeping count of the time they have to spend in their room." San answered, pointing to WooSang's room.

Knowing there was no way out of it, Mingi just dragged his feet over to Y/N's place once again, dreading having to face her for the second time. He ran the doorbell, but there was no movement or sound from the other side. He rang it again, but still no answer.

"Did she leave?"

Mingi casually typed in her passcode and went inside. He figured he'd leave it on the counter with a note on it for her. He looked around trying to find a pen or notepad, but found nothing.

"Where is her office?"

He tried to recall which door it was. He scanned the different doors by the hallway before ultimately deciding on the second to last door. He peered his head in but could not see anything do to the fact the lights were turned off. He carefully made his way inside and patted around the wall trying to find the light switch.

"A ha! Found you!" He squealed gleefully and flipped the lights on.

Turning around, he dropped the cake he was holding when he saw the room, his mouth hanging wide as his eyes scanned every corner and wall in there.

"And now I found you..."

Mingi thought he was about to pass out. He walked deeper and deeper in the room, staring at awe at the contents in there. Fairy lights were strung in the air, a soft ivory low bed was pushed against the walls, long sparkly chiffon curtains were pushed back to leave it exposed, and next to it was a pink treasure chest that he didn't need to open to know what was inside....

He recognized that room like the back of his hand.

"Holy hell...." He whispered as he realized he was in the very room where his favorite live streams happened.

"Mingi? What are you doing here?"

He was startled by a voice behind him. He swirled around and found Y/N standing by the door, her head tilted to the side, eyeing him curiously.

Mingi gulped as he thought about what he could answer. Should he just lie? Say he doesn't know anything? Apparently not since all he could get out was:

"You're Cherry Venus aren't you?!"

He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. He had already exposed himself. He was expecting Y/N to deny it, ask what he was talking about or give some reasonable explanation, like it's actually a friend of hers, or a long lost evil twin sister. And although she did widen her eyes slightly, it wasn't out of fear. It was out of amusement and it soon manifested itself in the form of a smirk.

"Oh....... you know who I am? Interesting."

Mingi began walking backwards when she started taking steps towards him. He felt intimidated by her complete change of aura. How did the sweet and pure girl suddenly turn into the same person that more than once has made his breath get caught in his throat? He gasped softly when his feet touched the bed and he nearly fell on it where it not for Y/N who took hold of his shirt and pulled him against her. Mingi blushed intensely at how hard she was staring at him, her touch felt electrifying. His eyes trained down to her lips as she run her tongue across her bottom lip. On impulse, he bit down on his lower lip as he recalled where that tongue had been just a few days prior.

"You know Mingi.....for a while I've been wanting to have a guest appear on my livestream..."

He shuddered slightly when her hand gently caressed his chest.

"If you're interested.......meet me here.....you know exactly when." She winked at him.

"W-wait.....are you suggesting that I...?" Mingi pointed at himself rather incredulous.

Y/N hummed softly, her hands unzipping part of his sweater.

"As I said, if you're interested. I always wanted to....fuck a fan of mine."

Mingi closed his eyes when she placed a hand on his chest, inching closer and closer and his neck, finger tapping on his Adam's apple.

"So let me know.....

Baby boy."

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Mingi could hardly believe that this was happening...he could not believe he actually agreed to this. Sensing his apprehension, Y/N stroke his head, making him relax a little at her touch.

"Mingi.....if you want to back out, it's ok. I understand."

She looked into his eyes again, softening for him as she waited for his reply. Although he was nervous, Mingi also knew he wanted to do this. It was a life long fantasy of his and now that he got the opportunity, he wasn't going to back down. Besides, the black mask covering his face gave him a sense of relief knowing that no one would be able to recognize him. He held onto Y/N's arm, giving it a light squeeze.

"Go ahead."

Y/N gave him a warm smile before kissing him softly. Just as Mingi had imagined, they were soft and plump. He could faintly taste her strawberry lip balm and was tempted to take her bottom lip in between his teeth, but just as soon as she kissed him, she pulled away, leaving him kind of disappointed. Y/N reminded him the safe word in case anything went wrong or if he wanted to stop at any moment. Mingi nodded and signaled that he was ok to start the session. Y/N went over to the computer in front of them and clicked the record button.

"Hello my little lovelies. Tonight I have a little surprise for you all. I'd tell you about it...but I think it's best to show you."

She stepped away from the camera and back over to the bed, where Mingi was already sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but the black mask Y/N had given him as well as his dark blue boxer briefs. He gazed at the camera, trying not to think of all the viewers that were watching him right now and he especially did not want to glance at the comments that were flooding in by the second. Y/N petted his hair gently and he directed his attention to her.

"Isn't he cute guys?"

Mingi blushed at her comment, but most of his visage was hidden under his mask, so he doubted Y/N could see it. But she did, however she didn't want to tease him too much.

"I'm going to start off slow with him guys. I don't want to scare him off.......yet."

Mingi was about to ask what she meant by that, but he had no chance to as Y/N straddled his lap, lips crashing onto his in a heated kiss. When Mingi felt her tongue run against his upper lip, he did not hesitate to grant her entrance. For someone claiming to take it slow, Y/N sure seemed to do the opposite. However Mingi just let her do her thing, allowing her to take control and let her tongue dance inside his mouth and then across his jaw.

As if his hands had a mind of their own, they went to her hips, his large hands pinching gently at her skin. Either Y/N was too busy sucking hickeys onto his neck or she wanted him to do as he pleased, but she didn't stop him even when he began squeezing her ass cheeks, occasionally snapping the straps of her garter belt against her body.

"You feeling more relaxed baby boy? Are you enjoying yourself?" She pulled back not only to ask him that but to also grind against his bulge that was now very noticeable.

"I- fuck yes! Yes." Mingi stuttered out when she pressed more of her weight down on his tent, allowing him to feel how wet she was becoming.

"Oh yeah? Can I have my little fun now?"

The way she gripped his hair to tilt his head back had him releasing a mix between a moan and a whimper. Mingi attempted to nod, but that just made Y/N's grip on his hair tighten.

"Use. Your. Words." She declared.

"P-please. Use me however you want." He cried out as he raised his hips up against hers so she'd do something about the problem he had.

Y/N seemed satisfied with his answer and she wasted no time in pining Mingi down on the bed, his hands above his head. All Mingi could think was when the hell did she get so strong? Her hands began caressing his torso, stopping right at the top of his underwear. She began palming his hard on, getting him even more worked up than what he already was. Turning her head, she peered at some of the comments.

"You guys want this to come off? Want to see how big he really is?"

Mingi took one quick look at the screen, briefly scanning all the comments that desperately wanted to see what he was hiding. Y/N tapped the side of his thigh, signaling him to lift up his hips which he obeyed immediately. As soon as it was freed, his cock hit his stomach, tip red and already leaking a bit. Y/N couldn't hide the surprised look on her face. Sure she always imagined him to be big, but not....that big. It made her even more aroused though, having always been somewhat of a size queen.

She looked back at the audience, giving a little chuckle.

"Are you all as surprised as I am?"

Lots of comments affirmed that they were, praising Mingi's size as well as stating all the filthy things they wanted to do with his cock.

"You want to deep throat it? Trust me, so do I." Y/N signaled out one of them.

Mingi's eyes shot up as soon as she said that. True to her word, she bent her head down. She spit on his cock and proceeded to stroke his length, for once it wasn't his hand that was doing the job. She maintained eye contact with him as she wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue playing with his slit, making Mingi gasped softly. He couldn't peel his eyes off such a dirty scene and his mouth went agape when she sunk her mouth down, taking all of him in her mouth. She gagged slightly when she reached the base, tiny drool escaping from the sides, but she didn't care. She began a steady pace of bobbing her head and sucking as much of him as she could. As her mouth was busy in the task of sucking him off, her hands entertained themselves by fondling his balls, making the experience even more pleasurable for Mingi. He hissed and gasped whenever she slid all the way down on him again or when she sucked particularly hard, catching him off guard and making him feel more dizzy. Y/N felt his cock twitch in her mouth, clear sign he was about to cum any minute, and the way his chest rose up and down, his moans becoming more and more loud just furthered her suspicions. She wanted to let him cum and swallow it all, but instead opted for pulling him out of her mouth, releasing his tip with a loud popping noise.

Mingi whined loudly and sat up, feeling dejected at having his climax taken away from him.

"I told you all he was cute. Even his little frustrated grunts are adorable."

Mingi frowned at her words. He wanted to retaliate but Y/N gave him no opportunity as she climbed onto his lap again.

"I wanna let you cum my little prince.... but first can you do something for me?"

Mingi had no idea what she was planning, but agreed nonetheless. Y/N beamed at his willingness and pushed him to lay fat on the bed again. Her hands hooked on her panties which she teasingly slid down a bit.

"What do you guys think? Should I make a mess on his pretty face and make him eat my pussy out?" She questioned.

Mingi's heart pounded harder when he heard her words. Was she really about to make his fantasy come true? His question was answered when she slipped her now soiled underwear off and crawled further up, bare pussy sticking to his chest.

"Can you do that for me baby boy? Can you eat me out like a good little pup?"

Mingi wetted his lips as his hands raised her up and placed her right on top of his face, her dripping cunt right in front of him, looking absolutely succulent.

"Somebody is definitely eager." Y/N mused as lowered herself down on him.

"Go ahead. Show me what that tongue of yours can do."

Mingi didn't hesitate as he layed his tongue flat against her folds, licking a strip up her slit and placing a small kiss to her tiny nub. He then attached his lips to her heat, his mouth working on sucking and lapping at her clit as fast as he could. He wanted to have her release all over his face. Y/N's hands steadied themselves on the bed, her thighs trembling as Mingi exceeded her expectations and ate her out with such voracity. She could feel her orgasm building up and it felt so amazing to have someone perform oral on her after so long. She couldn't help herself as she tugged at his hair rather harshly as she grinded her hips against his face. Mingi did not object at all, feeling somewhat proud that he could make her produce such sinful noises from her mouth. He just kept at his task of lapping and burying his mouth inside her, his moans sending vibrations on her core, making it feel even better.

"Ah! Fuck!"

Y/N's hands gripped tightly at his soft locks, she began to fuck his face as she chased her climax desperately. Mingi paid no attention to the pain in his scalp, he was so lost in the feeling, in finally being able to taste her essence and knowing it was he who was making her feel this good. Y/N's thighs closed around his face, her pussy smothering the lower part of his face, slightly lifting the mask he was wearing, she cried out incoherent words as her orgasm was ripped from her body. She was still trembling even after it passed, her breathing starting to become normal again. She sighed blissfully as she lifted herself off Mingi. He was a complete mess. He had cum all over his chin, nose and he was breathing heavily. His bangs were sticking to his forehead and he looked completely dazed. Y/N feared she might have gone too far, but the light giggle that escaped his lips let her know he enjoyed that.

"You taste even better than I what I imagined."

His comment made her feel flustered and she momentarily forgot where they were as she pulled him in for a soft and gentle kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, but she didn't care. Mingi was just so sweet and endearing she couldn't stop her heart from fluttering. She felt his dick poke at her ass, reminding her that she owed him an orgasm.

"You've been such a good boy. So patient and pliant. Let me return the favor."

She coated his dick with her slick, running his tip against her folds. Mingi sat up on his forearms, wanting to see when she sunk down on his length. Y/N lined him up at her entrance and slowly inserted him inch by inch. He was bigger and thicker than any toy she had put inside herself, so it took a bit of time to get fully adjusted to his immense size. Mingi groaned at how tight and warm her walls felt. He was in ecstasy and it took every strength he had left not to thrust his hips up and fuck himself inside her.

Y/N ran her hands down her body, stopping when she felt his bulge protruding from her abdomen. She pressed down on it and Mingi shuddered at how deep inside her he was. She ran her hand across it several times, a smirk on her face as she spoke to the audience once again.

"I bet some of you ladies are jealous of me. Having such a thick and huge cock inside my tiny pussy. I bet you all would want him to destroy you."

Y/N turned back to Mingi who was all red from her comments, his cock aching inside her. Y/N lifted her hips up and slammed back down on him, giving him no time to prepare as she began bouncing on his cock. Mingi began spurting out curses and moans, his hands reaching out to hold her hips and keep her from going, but Y/N slapped them away.

"Oh no baby. You wanted to cum? Well I'll make sure you cum."

The evil grin she had plastered on her face let Mingi know he was definitely in for a ride. Y/N purposefully clenched around him, edging him closer to his release. Mingi's hands clutched the bedsheets underneath him, he panted as he tried to tell Y/N that he was about to cum.

"You're gonna cum already? Go ahead my little prince."

Mingi grunted loudly as he released himself inside of her, feeling overwhelmed by how hard he came. He was about to ask Y/N about her cumming, but he was cut off when she began slamming down on him again, making him nearly choke and become sensitive at the overstimulation.

"P-please..t-too much ...c-can't"

He tried to grip her hips again but Y/N pinned them up above his head, this time landing a slap to his thigh that had him jolting up and trembling under her.

"Next time, I'll slap your face. Come on, you can take it. You're a big boy. Can't you?"

Her hand dropped down and began toying with his nipples, causing him to cry out and squirm at her touch. He didn't even realize that he was already cumming for the second time, pumping more of his seed inside her hole, some of it spurting out. Such lewd squelching sounds could be heard across the room. Mingi at this point had tears trailing down the corners of his eyes, his body a writhing mess as pathetic whimpers fell from his plump lips.

Y/N felt him twitch for the third time and she also felt her second orgasm for the night build up inside her. She wrapped a hand around his throat, applying just a bit of pressure to make his vision hazy.

"Cum for me just one more time baby boy. I want to feel you again. Can you do that for me? Please?" She begged him.

His body couldn't deny her request. He shook violently as he squirted himself inside her once again, her grip on his neck tightening, making his climax feel even more exhilarating. He nearly blurted out her name, but thankfully he was so worn out and his brain fucked dumb that nothing but guttural moans and small yelps could be made out. Y/N wasn't that far off as she squeezed against his cock, her legs shaking as her juices mixed with his. She released her hold on his neck and panted heavily as she calmed down from the high she just reached. When she regained her senses, she pulled out of him, hot white liquid pouring down her legs. Her thighs ached and she nearly toppled over when she tried standing up, but she managed to hold herself up with the help of the bed.

"I think.....we got a little carried away..." She smiled apologetically at the camera.

She looked at the comments, some asking if she was ok, some praising them both and others teasing her about how she was gonna feel that in the morning.

"Thank you for joining us today. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make sure my baby boy is taken care of. See you all soon."

Shutting off the camera and closing the laptop, Y/N took the mask off her face, rubbing her temples gently from how tight it had been wrapped. Getting up, she sat down next to Mingi, who looked absolutely tired and worn out. Smiling softly, she took off his mask and threw it across the room.

"How are you feeling?" She scanned his face for any signs of regret or discomfort.

Mingi gave her a faint smile.

"Better than any fantasy I ever had."

Y/N snorted softly at his answer. She opened a tiny bag that was hidden behind the bed and took out some wipes and towels from inside. Taking out some of the wipes, she began to clean in between Mingi's legs and thighs, making sure not to touch his dick as he was still extremely sensitive there. She then wiped his sweat off his forehead with one of the towels, gently patting around his temples and cheeks. All throughout it, Mingi just looked at her with adoration and tenderness.

"What?" She asked when she noticed his goofy grin.

"Glad to know my cute and caring Y/N still exists."

Y/N shook her head, a smile on her lips.

"She never left. I'm still the same me you met 3 months ago."

"Yeah....except now I know your dirty secret." He teased.

Y/N playfully smacked his cheek with the towel.

"And now you're part of that dirty secret actually."

Mingi hummed softly, enjoying the way she was pampering him. When she made move to get up again, he wasn't having it. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, his face resting on the top of her head.

"Mingi!" Y/N exclaimed.

"Y/N! Cuddle me!" He whined as he tightened his grip on her.

"Ugh. Fine."

Mingi let out a tiny shout of victory as he snuggled closer to her. His fingers played with her hair, so many thoughts running through his head.

"Hey Y/N......? I kinda wanted to ask.....what happens now?"

Y/N tilted her head.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I......and you......does this make us...?" He looked at her, hoping she could understand what he was trying to say.

"Song Mingi, are you asking if we should date right after we just got done fucking in front of hundreds of people?" She looked at him incredulously.

"Well I certainly wasn't going to ask you before we fucked."

They both laughed at his answer. He always did say the darnest things.

"So...will you go out with me?"

Y/N pretended to think about it, making him pout and look at her with puppy eyes.

"I can't say no to you when you look so adorable." She admitted.

Mingi lit up when she agreed and he couldnt stop himself as he kissed her softly, elated that she agreed. She giggled into the kiss and laughed even harder when Mingi began peppering her neck with kisses.

"Mingi! Stop!"

They were so lost in their own little world they failed to notice the figure that popped inside the room, eyes widening at the scene in front of him.

"Ummm......am I interrupting something?"

They both froze and looked up to see Yunho clearing his throat at the sight of them. Mingi immediately pulled the blanket over Y/N's body, covering her from Yunho's piercing eyes.

"Yunho, I swear it's not what you think." Mingi tried to explain as he covered himself with a pillow.

"Well I mean....let's be honest Mingi, one of us 8 would have ended up sleeping with Y/N sooner or later, so I'm honestly not surprised." Yunho scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

They all stared at each other in silence, not knowing what to do or say. Yunho noticed the camera equipment and laptop, peeking his interest.

"Did you guys just film a porn movie?"

Mingi and Y/N bursted out laughing.

"No." They shook their heads.

"Then what's that for?" He pointed to it.

Mingi looked back at Y/N. They both mentally asked the same question and both smirked when they realized they were thinking the same thing.

"Can you keep a secret?"

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[vannyvancan]

“nice to meet you“ Roommate!Shinsou Hitoshi X F!Reader Part 1

MINORS DNI

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Tw for : Assassin!Shinsou theme, female reader,  gun usage, slight insecurity (?), NSFW for the most part on the later chapters, drug usage, corrupt government talk, harassment

This was the worst timing of your life. It was September and you knew time is going to pass quickly to chilly December. Even though late summer's breeze made it pleasurable to go out in town to run errands, the increase of supply demand made you squeeze out what little energy you had for the office job at logistics. Barely earning your required minimum wage in the small flat that you owned, your life was miserable for your financial conditions. Then your dear neighbor friend gave you an idea.

"Put up a roommate flyers? You can definitely share expenses with someone to ease your wallet"

Its not like it was a bad idea. You had roommates in the past in your time in college, you just were afraid of the mess you'd usually come back to once your classes would end. Now that you are an adult woman with a job, it seemed almost silly. Still wearing your summer loose shirt and shorts as house-wear you were basking in what little warmth summer had to offer, you looked out of the flat window to gaze at the orange sunset while preparing your fliers, the mixture of pink and purple ombre sent your mind in a state of serenity. For a moment you had forgotten your financial worries.

If only there was a way for you to excel more at your job and earn more, you've tried to, but the corrupt system only allowed privileged people on the spot.

The thought sent you back to reality and you grimaced, sighing and turning your head back to the paper you reread the information on it.

„Looking for a roommate at Address XXX, phone number and e-mail contact info...“

It was really neat even, you made a cutout for each number and email paper so that people can pluck it and consider it. You sent out fliers and continued on with your day.

The moment you sent out fliers around your workspace, around your building and in the most populated places in the town, the realization settled in that you'd be sharing expenses with some total stranger, you didn't have any friends that needed help, almost everyone that you knew off was either married and living with their partner or busy helping their parents and therefore still living with them. You had asked your closest friend, Uraraka if she needed it as a temporary stay before she moved out of country, but her plans caught her working on the other side of the city and was too far away from you. She probably had a similar situation like you so you felt bad.

You only hoped that the person that would knock on the door and be your roommate would not end up harassing you, make a mess more than you usually make yourself, or like your pessimistic parents would say, kill you.

Within two days, you get a call early morning, startling you awake.

Flying out of bed to pluck your phone out from charger you coughed out your morning voice and looked at the unknown number on the screen, swiping the green phone you answered.  You were curious on the sort of person you'd have this conversation with. Maybe you were a bit naive, because on one hand you were anxious, but you sure were also exited to have a person in this soulless flat.

"Hey... Is this the right number for a roommate flier?"

You've never heard a voice such like his. Spending your almost entire life in that neighborhood you've grown accustomed to voices such like your local sweet lady at supermarket, the friend from work had much more boring voices. But this guy seemed to have come from the outside. Perhaps Uraraka knew of him? You could ask, but doubtful.

Maybe he came to work temporarily? Your mind raced with questions as the mysterious, low voice left you speechless and it took you some time until he asked again

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

"Oh- y-yes I'm sorry!"

„My name is Shinsou Hitoshi, I was wondering if we could discuss about it further and meet up somewhere? Preferably an hour from now, at... Midoriya's Lounge Cafe? Sounds good?“

God, his voice sent your legs wobbling and it was only 7:05 AM on Saturday. He obviously had energy to do it now and you were barely awake, about to pass out by the mere vibrations from the speaker.

„Sure! Thank you for considering my place. Let's meet up there.“

Waking up fully you dressed up, plastered some make up on and stormed out, you also made sure to hide whatever leftover clothing from your living room in your bedroom to hide any nasty appearance if he decides to come here.

The stroll was short, the cafe he proposed was a 20 minute walk from your place, you weren’t sure if it was a coincidence that he chose this place or if he was considerate for choosing a place close by, but you were grateful for it.

8 AM and the cafe was rather busy at Saturday morning, good thing was that there was a lot of free space between tables, you'd usually pick this place to have a peace of mind when it was afternoon lunch break and you weren’t much hungry.

Now entering, the door made a small 'ding' from the doorbell, marking your entrance, your eyes scanned the area to find anyone who would be remotely looking at your direction. You didn't know how Shinsou looked like, but he could of easily tracked on the contact info how you looked like.

You made an eye contact with an individual staring at you, were his purple eyes staring back at you the whole time? The gaze sent the hairs on your back of your neck stand out. He was intimidatingly dangerous, it was apparent. His arms seemed to have enough strength to crush both of your wrists with just his one hand, his tall figure managed to find comfort in the armchair, knee poked a bit on the side and you could only guess how tall he truly was judging by his sitting position. The only coloured thing he wore was the purple strap adorning his black pants and t-shirt. The strap also matched his eyes and wild hair. It sure was in unusual colour, but you didn't question it since the owner of the said lounge was green haired.

He slowly tapped a finger on the table two times while looking at you.

'So this is Mr. Shinsou?' You questioned yourself, it was only logical, to whoever else he might invite to come sit beside him? Gulping a lump in your throat, you approached him, setting a bag on the other chair you noticed a sports bag was beside him. Was this all of his luggage? He didn't seem to have much if he was ready to move in right now, maybe he was only a temporary stay? Maybe he just came out from a gym.

Of course, it was 8 AM. And the man now sitting across you seemed to be the type to buff himself a lot, you held in your breath again once your gaze set on his exposed forearms and how tight his black shirt hugged his figure. It took you good amount of time to introduce yourself to him, but he seemed to be patient enough to let you get comfortable.

„Hello! You must be the one for the flier, my name is Y/N. It's a pleasure to make acquaintance.“

„Nice to meet you. I ordered us coffee if you don't mind?“ He smiled lightly

„Oh I don't mind, I love coffee in here, I'm a regular.“

After a short greeting, you two had a small talk on his and your state of living, you were sure he was going to be a semi-distant person, judging by his work schedule that makes it almost impossible to meet him throughout the day and night, you were kind of worried, but didn't judge much since it was his job of choice, he never said what he did though.

„Well you could say I'm a night owl. I go where I'm asked, taking calls left and right. Don't worry, I earn enough for your rent.“ He crossed his legs and laid back on the armchair, letting his arms rest on each side of it. You didn't say it but you were especially enjoying the view.

You were quiet careful when it came to relationships, ever since you had your heart broken in hopes of finding one, it made you feel insecure if you'd ever find a soulmate. This man made it seem like he was a big fish to catch, and you were out of his league so you quickly established it before any further thoughts entered in your mind.

„Great! So you want to come to my place now to look around before deciding? There's a guest room where you can leave your stuff.“

The indigo haired man nodded, after you had drank your morning coffee, you both payed for it and left, he took his sport bag and you eyed him curiously. You barely know him and now you know now he is going to come and live with you. Its not like you had much of a choice... you had to save on something, you were starving, and he came by quickly to come and live with you. As exciting as it is to have an attractive individual come and live with you, it also terrified you.

The walk back to your place was quiet, occasional questions slipped out from your mouth. Asking about his food preference and anything he didn't like to make his stay more comfortable. He seemed pretty open about anything.

„Is that all of the luggage you are taking with you or are you going to come back with more?“

„No, this is all.“ He responded, short and concise. „I'm a man of simple needs.“

God he should stop talking, or more like you should stop asking questions like a curious kitten, his voice made you jump on the phone but it was a stuggle to be with him in lounge to hear him talk as well. Once arriving, you struggled to find a door key for a second and you opened it to reveal a simple flat.

„Here we are.“ You looked at him and let him enter first.

You weren’t going to let your guard down still, if he was going to do something behind your back you at least wanted to have a little bit of chance to escape. His foot stepped inside, softly stepping on the plush carpet with his dark shoes he inspected the area almost innocently. You sighed in relief and entered after him, closing the door behind you.

„On the right is a door to the guest room.“ You said as you took off your jacket and tossed the key to the stand. „There's a bathroom in here and my room in on the left. If you ever need me just knock on the door alright?“

„You doubt that I don't have manners? Careful you might lose a roommate now.“

He turned sideways and grinned at you. There was something about this individual that's going to be a handful for you, nevertheless of how little you are going to see him throughout the day. After the short tour, he signed a contract of living with you. As you suspected, he was going to be a temporary stay in the city, he promised to be out of your neck in six months, after that, he was going out. He gave you the first pay and shortly after that he was phone called by someone on his end.

'Busy bee, isn’t he?' You thought to yourself as you watched him leave, shrugging the thought away you glanced curiously at his bag in the room that he left.

'It's not polite to look at other people's things.' You hummed and closed the door to now Shinsou's room. Feeling the unease fading away now, you decided to not worry yourself about other people's things as you had too much of your own.

Dialing the phone now yourself you sent a message to your friend.

[Today] 'Hey, Uraraka? Want to go out someday? I have so much to talk about! <3 '

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[forever-rogue]

Afterglow - Part 7

A/N: Honey Bee and Frankie as neighbors? It’s more likely than you think! As always, feedback and comments are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged, let me know. xx 💕

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: drug and alcohol mentions

AFTERGLOW MASTERLIST

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You rushed back to your house and practically slammed the door as you dashed inside, making sure it was locked. You didn’t think he would try and come over and do anything, but it was for your own peace of mind. Daisy poked her head in from the outside and gave you a small look of confusion as you just gave her a soft smile, reaching into one of the treat bags on the counter and offering her a treat.

“It’s okay,” you promised her, “I’m just worrying about nothing. Being a silly old worrywart.”

She took the treat gingerly from your hand and went to lie down on her bed near the couch. You leaned against the counter and let out a long sigh, trying to gather your thoughts and calm your racing mind. Of all the places in the world you’d moved to, if course you’d moved right next door to your first and former love. It could have been anyone, anything, anywhere, but no - it had too be Francisco Morales. The world was a wicked and wondrous place at the same time. 

You were sure there was something out to get you. You were sure you had been through enough for the last couple of weeks, but apparently you weren’t out of the woods yet.

But it didn’t matter, you quickly decided. It didn’t matter that you had moved to a new place to have Frankie be your neighbor. That’s exactly what it would be - he would be just your neighbor. There was no reason that the two of you couldn’t just simply coexist; you never had to see one another or speak to each other. This would be fine. It would be completely fine. Besides, you were both much older than you had been when you were wild and reckless, surely you were mature enough to move past all of that.

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With your mind made up and resolve strong, or so you hoped, you would work on it if you needed, you went to bed and kept repeating to yourself that you were fine. 

When you woke up the following morning, admittedly, after a night of tossing and turning, you went through your normal routine, and got everything ready to go to work, including Daisy. 

As you headed out to your car to load it up, you chanced one quick glance over Frankie’s house, noticing that there was now an older pickup in the driveway. He was home, you realized as your heart skipped a few beats, but that didn’t matter.

“Come on, Miss Daisy,” you opened the door so she could jump in, which she eagerly did with a little graceful little hop.  Slinking into the driver’s seat, you turned on the car without so much as another look at Frankie’s house. This was fine. It was all fine. 

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The next several weeks feel into a quiet, relatively normal routine. By now, Daisy was settled into your home and heart, becoming even friendlier and sweeter with each passing day. Your house had quickly become home, all decked out for Autumn and Halloween, and often filled with the laughter from the few friends, namely Ally and Anna, and the occasional neighbor that you had coming over. You were happier now, you realized, single and more or less alone, than you had been in years. It was a serene feeling that you enjoyed. 

The fact that Frankie was right next door didn’t phase nearly as much as you thought it would. You rarely saw him for more than a second when he was walking in or you were walking out or vice versa. His truck was gone more often than still, and you figured he probably had a demanding job of some sorts.

The only real indication of anything you had from him was when he returned your container that had formerly contained cookies, dropping it off on your front steps, cleaned and with a simple thank you post it on it. 

You had taken it and stored it safely away in your cabinet, tucked in the back. 

Things were utterly...normal. And you were thriving in it. Everything else that you still wanted would fall into place when they needed to.

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It was a Friday night, nearing Halloween, and you were coming later home later than normal. Your last client had taken up more of your time than expected, not that you minded, you were happy to help, but on top of that you had a few calls you still had to make, and by the time it was all said and done, it was late and dark. 

Daisy was slower in her gait as she got out of the car and headed to the house, eager to be let in and find one of her many beds. 

You were getting ready to come in after here and lock the door when you found yourself glancing next door. Frankie’s truck was in the driveway, but his front steps were covered with various copies of the newspapers, a few packages, and his small mailbox seemed stuff. Odd, you thought to yourself, who wouldn’t get their packages from the front door? Now that you were thinking about it, you hadn’t seen him come out or go in a few days...

Something in your gut panged slightly and you turned back to Daisy. Something was off, you couldn’t place it exactly, but you could feel it.

“Stay inside for now,” you told Daisy, “I’ll be back in a little bit. 

A small sound of acquiescence met your ears as you shut the unlocked door and walked over to Frankie’s, treading slowly and quietly. 

Bending down and picking up a few of the newspapers, you could see that they were all from various throughout the week. Dropping them back and moving the packages out of the way, you knocked heavily on his door, “Frankie?”

You stood there and waited for him to answer the door for a few moments, but heard nothing from inside, not a creak or even the lightest of footsteps. Groaning to yourself, you walked to the side of the house, trying to peer in through the kitchen window. You could see a faint light in the house somewhere, casting an almost eerie glow within.

“Shit,” you sighed as you ran to the door, this time pounding on it to get his attention if he was inside, “Frankie! Frankie, it’s me! Open the door!”

But despite your frantic shouts of his name or your noise making, he still didn’t come to the door. Quickly deciding to abandon that plan, you ran to the backyard and tried his back door. This one, through sheer luck or whatever reason was unlocked and you barreled inside,

“Frankie!” you called his name as you walked through his laundry room, eyes scanning over everything as you walked throughout his house. You checked the kitchen, bathroom, bedrooms, and hallway and didn’t find anything. Just before making it into the living room, you stopped dead in your tracks as you came across a picture, one among many hanging on his wall. Your heart felt like it caught in your throat as you reached up and touched it, staring at the eighteen year versions of you and Frankie frozen in time. You were sitting outside, still clad in school uniforms, his arm was around you and you were kissing his cheek, both of you with giant grins on your faces. You’d forgotten about the picture but the memory was still vivid and clear in your mind. It had been a good day. You couldn’t believe that he still had the photograph and more over that it was openly displayed in his house. 

Just as you felt a few warm tears well up in your eyes, you heard a groan from the living room, and snapped back into attention. Walking into the space, you looked around and saw nothing - nothing that was until you looked down and found Frankie lying on the floor next to the couch.

“Frankie,” you dashed over to him and dropped to your knees, shaking him to make sure he was awake and still breathing. You could see his chest rising and falling in a semi steady rhythm and let out a small sigh of relief. You gently grabbed his face in your hands, willing him to open his eyes as you stroked a finger over his cheek, “Frankie. Wake up, Frankie. Come on, bub.”

It took a little more prodding and poking before he slowly, painstakingly so opened his eyes and he found your face. His eyes were bloodshot and they seemed so heavy as he struggled to keep them open. A small smile tugged on his features as he realized you were there.

“Sweet honey bee,” he said so softly that you almost didn’t hear, “am I dead? Or am I dreaming?”

“Frankie,” you said gently, getting worried about his current state, “Frankie, I need you to wake up, okay? It’s me, I’m here...I’ve got you.”

“Look at you,” he said softly, “still as beautiful today as you always were.”

“Frankie,” you decided to ignore what he said, “come on, we’re gonna get up and you’re gonna get into bed. I’m going to get you water, okay? Do you know what happened?”

You didn’t smell alcohol or anything on his breath so you wondered what was going on. 

“I know,” he said as he slowly scooted up and took the hand you offered to help hoist him to his feet, “how did you...I thought you never wanted to see me again.”

“Frankie, don’t,” you said softly, pulling him along to what you presumed to be his bedroom, “I wanted to make sure you were okay and you didn’t answer the door.”

“I-I fucked up,” he whispered as he trailed after you and all but collapsed into the bed as soon as he got into the room, “‘m sorry. ‘M sorry for everything.”

“I need you to sit up, bub,” you told him as he slowly complied with your request, “I’m going to get you water, okay? Did you hit your head at all?”

“No,” he answered, “didn’t fall…”

“Oh...kay,” you gave him a curious look, “stay there and I’ll be right back.”

Your first thought was that he had taken a tumble and hit his head, resulting in a concussion, but you didn’t see any evidence to suggest that. He seemed coherent enough...and you didn’t see or smell alcohol to suggest drunkenness. 

Wandering into the kitchen, you rummaged through his cabinets in search of a glass in order to get him a cold cup of water. You weren’t quite sure where to begin to treat him, not being that kind of doctor, but you knew enough to try and make sure he was okay. After you managed to secure a glass and filled it with cold tap water. As you waited for the glass to fill up, you tapped your foot and looked around the counter. The place was clean and simple, nothing extraordinary or too exciting, exactly what you would imagine for what you presumed was a bachelor of your age. 

But as you turned the tap off,  set the glass down to find a rag to wipe it off with since you sloshed the water over the sides. You looked around the counter, spotting one near the sink and reached for it, but stopped when you noticed something next to it. You made a small sound of surprise as you looked at the offending item, picking it up and studying it intently. It was a small, clear plastic baggie, almost completely empty except for the little bits of white powder you could see clinging onto the top. It didn't take more than a moment to put two and two together and realize immediately what it was. A small gasp escaped your lips as you tossed the baggie back onto the counter. Surely this had to be a mistake...it couldn’t be...no. Your Frankie would never - never. But this...this wasn’t your Frankie. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, causing your chest to rise and fall in a rapid stutter. Without thinking, you opened all the drawers in the kitchen, searching for anything more, any further proof of what somehow wasn’t true. Maybe, just maybe, you were wrong. 

But you came across nothing else in the kitchen, curiosity getting the better of you and causing you to wander into the living room and take a quick look around. Much to your chagrin, there were a few more empty little baggies laying around the living room. In your haste earlier to make sure he was okay you hadn’t noticed any of them. You sighed deeply as you realized he must have been on a several day bender, judging by the state of things. Your heart broke, crying for him that moment. Several of the patients you were currently working with were recovering addicts, dealing with overcoming their own issues. You’d just never thought someone from your own life would be counted among them.

You set everything back down and returned to the kitchen in order to bring him the water. At least he was going to be okay, for now. If he’s suffered from an overdose or something equally as horrible it would have taken hold already. For now, you’d focus on getting him through this - the rest would come later. 

Grabbing the glass you wandered back into his bedroom, finding that he had kicked his shoes off and was staring at the ceiling, struggling to keep his eyes open. You felt bad for him in that moment, but you also wanted to scream and shout at him, to tell him he was a complete fool for doing this.

“Francisco,” you tried to get his attention as his head lulled forward and he watched you thrust the glass at him. He reached out and gently took it, “drink.”

He almost down the glass in one go, making a contented sigh when he was finished. He moved to set the glass down on the bedside table but you grabbed it and shook your head, going to refill it and make him drink more. When you returned with another full glass, he took it wordlessly, drinking it as you hovered near the door.

“You only used to get that tone when you were mad at me,” he commented quietly as he set the glass down and let out a weary sigh. You raised an eyebrow at him as he tugged his outer flannel shirt off, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. 

“What?” you asked, trying to keep your voice neutral and flat.

“Francisco,” he said repeatedly it quietly as you looked at your feet and nodded. He was right...you’d called him Frankie from the start, usually only resorting to his full name when you were annoyed or in a serious mood. You just nodded and shrugged, letting an awkward silence fall between the two of you. 

“Right…” you said after a moment, “well, I’m going to get going. I just...I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you going to be alright if I leave?”

The question held more weight than you could have imagined as the two of you stared silently at each other. Those eyes, those soft, honeyed eyes were the same as the Frankie of your youth, except for the weariness. 

“Yeah…” he said, swallowing the lump in his throat, “thanks…”

“No problem…” you turned on your heel to leave, knowing that you couldn’t stay. You shouldn’t stay.

“Why did you come?” 

“Pardon?”

“You came inside...looked for me...why?”

“I dunno,” you answered honestly, giving him a noncommittal shrug, “I just saw all the mail and everything and you didn’t answer the door...I got worried. I just...I had a feeling and just wanted to check. It was the right thing to do.”

“Oh.”

“Even if we aren’t...anything, I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you that could have been prevented,” you explained, wishing this was easier, wishing that none of this had ever happened. You never would have thought...of all the people in the world, it would be someone like Frankie, “I found....”

“You know,” he stated simply as you nodded, unable to meet his eyes as you thought about all the empty little baggies. You’d even seen any in person before, and it was a sobering reminder about how it could affect anyone, no matter what their lot in life was. 

“Yeah,” you finally said after a few moments, “I do.”

“It’s not-” he immediately felt the need to explain, feeling like he needed to get you to understand that he wasn’t...he wasn’t like this normally. But wasn’t he? Wasn’t he this what he had resorted on multiple occasions? Where was the line between recreational use and addiction?

“Save it, Francisco,” you held up your hand to silence him, “I don’t need any explanations and you don’t owe me any. We’re not...friends or anything. Don’t worry...just please take care of yourself.”

Not letting him get another word in, you walked out of the room, feeling tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to get this image of Frankie out of your mind. You hated it - hated seeing him like this.

But then again, you also didn’t...you didn’t want to see him again. It was a strange, and almost horrible juxtaposition of feelings. You jammed out of his house, keeping your gaze straight to avoid looking at anything that might cause you to break down in a sobbing mess. You were angry, so angry at him for letting this happen, angry that something in life had caused him to resort to this, angry that life had thrown you in this position. You almost felt bad for leaving him on his own, especially when he probably needed a friend more than anything else, but you also couldn’t stay. He was in a spot to where he was conscious enough to know what was going on and could take care of himself. 

Slowly shutting the door, you finally letting the tears fall down your face as you slowly made your way back to your own house. You hoped, desperately so, that he would never do this again, that he would be okay. 

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Frankie groaned as he laid back against the pillows and watched you leave. A few tears of anger and frustration rolled down his cheeks as he stared at the space you had occupied. The lightest bits of your perfume hung in the air, sweetly scenting it as he realized it was the same kind you had always worn. That alone was enough to make the tears fall harder as he chided himself for messing everything up. He never, never, wanted you to see him like this; hell, he didn’t want to see himself like. Frankie had been sure he had kicked his little habit, but despite the little voice in his telling him to get rid of it and flush it, he didn’t. He had hung onto it. 

And used it.

Again.

He rolled out of and stripped the rest of his clothes, the ones he’d been wearing for the last few days on his little bender, and tossed them on the floor as he headed to the bathroom and turned on water and let it get as hot as possible. Once he was satisfied that it was scalding, he stepped in and let the steaming water wash all over his tired body. 

Scrubbing at every inch of his body, he didn’t stop until he felt raw and clean, every last bit of his skin cleansed. He washed his hair, chiding his unruly, dark locks as he made sure every single strand was cleansed. 

Frankie was in the shower what seemed like hours before he stepped out, his stomach grumbled with hunger and mouth parched. But before he would allow himself to stop and go into the kitchen, he went into the living room, and picked up all of the trash and remnants of the time he already wanted to forget. He never wanted to do it, never...especially not after seeing the look on your face as you had discovered his little problem. 

The look in your eyes was enough to break his heart all over again. He hoped he would never have to see it again.

If you were even willing to look in his direction again. He couldn’t even believe his luck that some way, somehow you had come into his life again. Not only that but you were right next to door to him. And single. Or so he presumed from your lack of engagement ring and sudden move. But that was a worry for a different time. Not that it was even a worry for him...you had made that very clear when you had told him on several occasions that you never wanted to see him again.

But this - this sudden coming back into each other’s life had to mean something...right? It couldn’t just all be coincidence.

No.

It had to mean something. He knew it had to.

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The next week passed relatively quietly compared to the little fiasco with Frankie. You made it a point to avoid him and keep your eyes away from anywhere near his house whenever you went outside. You busied yourself with putting up Halloween decorations all around the inside and outside of your house and baking cookies to take to your neighbors. You were stocked up on all different kinds of candy to make sure all of your trick or treaters would be taken care of and had gotten Daisy a little costume. When you had some downtown time at work, you found yourself scrolling online and doing some window shopping when you’d come across the perfect little pirate outfit. You’d bought it instantly and tried it on her the second it came. She wasn’t as thrilled as you, but at least she didn’t fight you. You’d taken a few snaps and posted them to your IG, deciding that if she never wanted to wear it again, at least you’d have the memories. 

You’d thrown together a last minute little costume for yourself, consisting of black leggings and a long sleeved t-shirt, hand painted with a skeletal frame. Admittedly it wasn’t your best costume ever, but it was something and you’d been so busy with work and other things you’d almost completely forgotten about getting something for yourself. It would do for a night of handing out candy and watching scary movies by yourself. You’d even decided to go all out and ordered pizza for yourself (and Daisy of course).

It had started out as a relatively quiet evening, with a few families from coming around, excitedly greeting you and Daisy as they excitedly took the candy you offered them, which were apparently the best in the whole neighborhood according to one little boy dressed as Darth Vader. You’d complimented each and every one them, making sure they knew how great their costumes were. 

One in particular, a little girl with dark, curly hair, soft brown eyes and a shy little smile, dressed as a little bumble bee had won your heart over in less than a second. In the moment it even caused you to envision yourself with a little girl just like her...but you quickly snapped out of that and pulled yourself together as you held out the big bowl for her to pick some candy from. She sweetly thanked you and waved, walking away as she held onto her father’s hand. 

After that it was quiet for some time, and you had a chance to get thoroughly invested in the movie that had started playing on Netflix, some b list horror film from the 80s. You had a piece of pizza about halfway to your mouth when you heard more knocking on your door. You shoved the bite into your mouth as you quickly swallowed it down and stood up to go to the door, straightening your shirt. The knocking became louder and more frantic and you raised an eyebrow at Daisy as you wondered who the mysterious trick or treater could be. 

“Coming,” you called out as you hurried to the door and yanked it open, almost nervous to see what was on the other side. To your surprise, causing your jaw to drop open, you found Frankie leaning against the door frame, his face looking sallow and gaunt, a pathetic little smile tugging on his features when he saw you. His eyes were red and this time you couldn’t tell if it was from crying or the drugs, “Frank...Francisco. What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry,” he said after a quiet moment, tension hanging in the air between the two of you. You kept your hand on the knob as you waited for him to explain a little more. He met your eyes and you could see that his lower lip was trembling with the effort trying not to cry, “I’m so sorry.”

“W-what are you sorry for?” you asked as you gnawed on your lower lip and tried not to lose it completely and keep yourself together, “you have nothing to be sorry for, Frankie. It’s...whatever we had is in the past. It’s done with, just like us.”

“I fucked up everything,” he insisted as he tried to straighten up and almost stumbled over his feet. You reached and helped to straighten him up, hands around his waist to keep him steady. This time the tears running down his cheeks were evident, “I’m so sorry for all of it. B-but I-I need help. I’m an idiot…”

You remained silent as you helped inside your house and shut the door, locking it behind you. Daisy watched the two of you curiously as you shook your head at her and led him down to your bedroom, as he softly murmured senseless apologies into your ear. When you reached your room, you practically pushed him onto your bed, looking at him with a confused expression. You were angry, gods you were angry, but you were sad too. Sad that he apparently made it a habit to resorting to this, sad that he felt the need to inflict this upon you too.

“You’re high,” you stated the obvious as he nodded slowly. You ran a hand over your face as you let out a long, deep breath, “Frankie...I…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence as you looked at him, staring back at you with the most forlorn expression on his face. Tears were welled up in his eyes which threatened to spill over and you could tell he was struggling. You didn’t have it in your heart to get mad or yell at him, despite how much you wanted you.

“Oh Frankie,” you got on your knees in front of him, touching his face and wiping away the tears that had spilled over. He nuzzled slightly into your touch, almost like a cat keening for a good scratch as he made a small sound in his throat. 

You moved your hands to his shoulders and slowly pulled off his jacket, tossing it on the chair in the corner before repeating the action with his shoes. He didn’t argue or try and fit you or anything, sniffling quietly to himself. 

When you were finished, you held up a finger, silently telling him that you would be right back. Walking to the front door, you grabbed the bowls of candy you still had felt and placed them outside, quickly scrolling a note that people could help themselves, and made sure the light was turned on. You gave Daisy a treat and the okay to go into your bedroom and she silently slinked off, no doubt to check on Frankie and give him whatever reassurances he needed. 

You stood in the kitchen for a moment, fanning at your eyes so you didn’t end up crying as well. One of you needed to be strong right now, and it was apparently going to be up to you. The fact that you were still so conflicted with your own feelings for him didn’t change the fact that he needed someone right now. He needed someone to support him and knock some sense into him at the same time. 

You grabbed a big glass and in a repeat of the other day filled it up and treaded back to the bedroom. The sight that met your eyes was enough to make your heart melt and you stopped and watched for a moment. Daisy was standing up, her paws on Frankie’s thighs as she offered him a slew of wet nosed kisses and he just held her lightly, petting her with the gentlest of touches. 

“This is Daisy,” you told him softly as you walked in and sat down next to him, keeping the tiniest of spaces between the two of you, “I adopted her a little bit after I moved in. She’s very sweet...obviously.”

“You always wanted a Pittie,” he said as she calmed down from her initial excitement and laid down on the floor next to you. Your brow narrowed for a moment as you tried to think back on it and then you realized - he was right. It was one of the first things you had told him: you’d always wanted a Pittie or Staffy because they were beautiful and seemed sweet and you wanted to show people that they were amazing dogs. You were incredulous at the fact that he remembered such a small detail, “looks like your wish came true.”

“Y-you remembered…”

“Of course I did,” he quietly said as you just huffed lightly, an almost laugh as you sat there quietly for a moment, reaching down and giving Daisy a gentle touch. He reached for the glass and quickly downed it in one go. 

“Frankie,” his name was soft and gentle off of your lips, causing a shiver to run up his spine at the sound. He hadn’t heard his name like that in a long, long time. There were a million questions and things that you wanted to say, but  none of them seemed important in that moment. Before you could stop yourself, you put your hand on his and gave it a delicate squeeze, “w-what’s going on? This is the second time in three weeks this happened. Are you…”

Your question hung and lingered in the air for a few moments as he sighed and hung his head, his shoulders slumping. Before you knew it, a sob, a heartbreaking sob racked his body and he started to cry quietly. Without thinking about it, you wrapped your arm around his shoulders and pulled him into your chest, letting him get it all out. 

“Shhhh,” you whispered softly, rubbing a hand up and down his back, trying to soothe him as best as you could. His arms snaked around your waist as he held onto you for dear life, almost as if he was afraid that if he let go you would disappear. You held him for a while as he got it all out, mumbling a few incoherent sentences in between his sobs. Eventually your hand went to the back of his head as you dragged it though his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, just like you knew he used to like, “shhh...it’s okay, Frankie. Just let it go. Let it all out.”

It was something that you had discovered your years as a therapist that sometimes it was best to just let the person get it all out and then talk them through it. Even if it took a while, you would let him get it all out first. 

“‘M sorry,” he whispered into the now soaked fabric of your shirt. What was he sorry for? Coming to your doorstep, high and unsure of what he was doing? For getting high and continuously struggling with his addiction? For basically following you to the small coffee shop for weeks to try and get your attention? For breaking off all the plans you had made as lovestruck teenagers to move to California? For going into the military and leaving you hanging on and waiting around for him for almost two years? For what he had just done in his mysterious absence? Perhaps all of it?

“It’s okay Frankie,” you whispered softly, kissing the top of his head gently, “you don’t have to say anything right now. Just let it all out right.”

“I ruined everything,” he insisted, his voice cracking and breaking as he burrowed his face further into your chest, “everything. I should have never left. It should have been us, it was always meant to be us.”

“Don’t do this,” you cooed against the side of his head, trying to maintain your composure, “not right now. Just let it out, okay?”

“You must hate me,” he ignored your pleading as you shook your head. You wanted to, gods knew you did, but you could never. You don’t think you could have ever hated Frankie Morales, even if you tried, “you have every reason to hate me. I’m a horrible person…”

“Frankie,” you said sharply, pulling him away from your chest and forcing him to look at you, “please stop doing this to yourself. It’s not helping you and you don’t deserve all of this negative talk. Right now you just need to let go, and stop beating yourself up for what you can’t change.”

“But-”

“No,” you insisted firmly, “no more talking, okay? Just rest now, please just rest for a little while and try to get out of your…”

“High?”

“Yeah…” you said quietly, “just lay down and sleep now, okay? Just rest...the sheets were washed today so they’re clean.”

“What about you....”

“I’ll take the couch,” you held up a hand before he could say anything else, “it’s fine. Really. Just sleep for now, okay? Everything else can wait.”

“Okay…”

“Okay,” you repeated, turning on the small bedside table lamp and turning off the main light. You looked at Daisy and pointed at the bed, and she understood what you were saying as she jumped up onto the bed and curled up next to Frankie’s form, “we’ll talk tomorrow.”

You reached for the door handle and turned to walk away, to give him some space and privacy. You heard Daisy make a small sound before Frankie sniffled again, “good night, honey bee.”

“Good night, Frankie,” and with you shut the door and walked away feeling more confused and conflicted than ever. 

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[vore-scientist]

Like A Good Neighbor (sfw safe vore)

[M/nb vore with fearplay. safe soft oral non-sexual]

A tale of the Mystic Woods! Featuring Yonah HaEsh and Myran the Dwarf Witch and many other fun characters!

A story of bad first impressions and making new friends! Lots of GT, and a cute little adventure at a magical farmer’s market!

Warning: Careful there are references to Fa.tal! An example would be “ogres are far more likely to eat smallfolk than giants!” (implying that said actions are deadly). That is the extent of such references!

Other warning: mild harm during the immediate post-vore scene. Yonah just goes a little too far in scaring Myran.

——/——////——

“Did you hear?”

“Have you been told?”

“A new resident!”

“I haven’t checked it out myself! But Ms Zukkar told me-”

“A wizard!”

“Didn’t there used to be an old sorcerer there?”

“-new guy’s a witch!”

“So, hear about that new giant!”

“A giant wouldn’t fit in that tower! And wizards is all human!”

“A criminal, on the run they say”

“Maybe a magician? They like towers sometimes!”

“His Majesty wouldn’t hire a criminal!”

“-supposed to be evil?”

There were so many rumors being flung around that the dwarf witch Myran Gamadin decided to see for themselves and set out to investigate. Undoubtedly there was a new resident. The story was that he was a Mage, and a criminal, but also just expelled from The Academy of Wizardry. And a giant? That was strange, the old tower was much too small for a giant! Even if it was magic it was only 10ft taller than your average giant in the first place. However… they did hear about the trial of a giant recently… stuff that happened in the civilized court didn’t really concern those in the Woods.

“Why would you go to see a villain? You’re not evil!”

The World’s Largest™ Maine Coon cat trotted alongside the handsome young dwarf, looking more like an oddly fluffy pony than a cat.

“It’s important to know your neighbors! Even the evil ones!”

Siv flicked his tail up into his witch’s face.

“And he’s got to be just a young man! So young and the expectations on evil mages is so high! He will appreciate a friendly face!” Myran had done the math. If this Mage hadn’t even graduated from The Academy, he was at most 23. Unless he started his education late. But they doubted this.

“Why are we walking! You have your broom!” the cat complained.

“That’s for the tower, Siv. It’s one of those designed by assholes who think it’s clever to have the only entrance be the window at the top.”

“Hrfff,” said Siv.

“Do you think he will appreciate the house-warming gift? I didn’t really spend much time on it…”

“Fresh fish would be better.”

“Maybe if he were a cat. This is for a Mage.”

“Clippings of magical plants? Maybe for another witch. This is someone who was studying Wizardry.”

“Wizards use magical plants too!”

“Yeah, they buy them from witches!”

As the pair stepped out of the trees, they froze.

“I think he’ll like the gift,” Siv admitted as he And Myran stood in awe at the largest magical garden either of them had ever seen.

It wasn’t even finished yet! Plots of earth were freshly turned, and piles of wood, half built into beds that lay in patterns across the clearing. And massively spread apart. At least 3 meters between plots. And the finished ones. Well. They already had some amazing specimens. Even if they were just sprouting. Myran noticed the Twisted WyrmFern and harpy’s breath; delicate, but common magical plants that were being used to test out the soil. It was working great.

The garden did make Myran worry a bit.

Maybe this wasn’t a wizard at all! It could be a witch. And he could be very evil indeed. Even evil witches treated their gardens with the utmost care and attention.

But they had come this far. And the tower that looked over the garden was calling to them. Well. Not really. The green-black thorny vines screamed “STAY AWAY!” But when one had a flying broomstick, one didn’t need to heed such warnings.

Flipping their broom around like a baton, they sat side saddle and Siv hopped on the end, somehow managing to balance his prodigious fluff. They took off. And flew into the window.

“WOAAAHHH!”

It was like hitting an unexpected and large wave on a boogie board, but a magical one that flowed through the body! And Myran had never been to the ocean, so it made their brain swim.

The room, which from the outside looked normal, was anything but. The rumors of this being a giant were not just rumors.

This place was HUGE!

And yet, it was much too small.

Growing up, Myran had visited some giant villages with their family. They hadn’t been THAT much smaller then, but the houses and items in the village were definitely much larger. While giant mages certainly existed, they had their own traditions and made their own supplies.

This looked exactly like the workshop for a young wizard, with additions for the wizard being a giant. It was wild to see some of the common arcane tools at such an immense scale.

Flying over, Myran saw that the resident Mage had an ancient book under a magnifying glass, and had been translating it, with notes and commentary. Spell equations and diagrams were additionally copied in a dedicated smaller notebook.

While it was surely a fascinating read, they could tell at a glance the notes were somewhere in the middle of an involved spell, and they didn’t want to be the reason the Mage lost his place. The workbench had plenty of other diverting materials.

Siv had no interest in such things and curled up against the base of the magnifying glass. The sun hit the metal through the window, making it quite warm.

Myran put their broom down and explored the desk. There were several magical tombs! Rare ones! They flipped through and saw fresh handwritten notes tucked inside. Smart, this mage did not want to tarnish the original pages. There was also an open notebook and a few spell components laid out.

They stepped carefully back onto the notebook to get a better idea of what this wizard was up to. The notebook was written in giant, which Myran wasn’t fluent in but got the gist of. So this was indeed a giant wizard. Fascinating.

That’s what they were thinking until...

FEE FI FO FUM!

Myran nearly jumped out of their boots.

No longer fascinating. Very bad. Very dangerous! They’d heard stories that quoted these lines, classic, even amusing. However, hearing them bellowed by an actual giant nearly stopped their heart. These words were so loud and so immediately panic-inducing, especially when accompanied by thundering footsteps.

I SMELL THE BLOOD OF THE-

There was a pause and maybe a stutter

DWARVEN KIND!

The trap door off center in the room burst open and a giant with a mane of black hair, a trimmed goatee, and a wizard’s hat, climbed out. He was smiling, snarling, showing off impressive fangs.

USELESS TO FLEE, USELESS TO FIGHT, FOR YOU WILL BE MY MEAL TONIGHT!

Eat them!? Oh No. Myran scrambled to their feet as the giant advanced.

Siv had gone catatonic, or nearly, and fled behind the mirror. But Myran just stood there. The next thing they knew, they were in the giant's fist… AND THEN IN ITS MOUTH! There was a brief moment where they thought the giant was going to bite them in half… but no. Worse than that, the giant fulfilled his promise to make a meal of Myran by swallowing them whole.

Never had Myran imagined themselves in this predicament. Witches, as far as they knew, were not prone to being eaten by giants! Giants ate thieves, slayers, adventurers! Though... giants were known to occasionally eat random people that happened to be rude to them as they went about their business.

Myran had not been rude! They just hadn’t had a chance to be polite! This giant had no business eating them.

Not that any of this was actually going through Myran’s mind. Oh no. Myran’s thoughts were preoccupied with panicking about their impending doom!

First, they tried to stop the giant from swallowing. But the teeth threatened to crunch their limbs if they dared to try and find purchase! So, failing that, they tried to slow their progress down his esophagus.

The problem was the walls were too damn slippery! They knew that their slow progress was merely due to the tight fit, as they couldn’t stretch out. The flesh was too tough.

Right before they started to worry about suffocating, they were deposited into a large chamber, sliding into a puddle of nasty smelling fluid. They took a regretful breath of the rancid air.

Yonah sighed as the dwarf left his throat and settled into his stomach. Small yet still filling.

He patted his stomach lightly. “A bit disappointing. Dwarves don’t taste nearly as good as most other smallfolk, but I’m not complaining.” His prey thrashed and yelled but didn’t seem to be coherent.

YEOWCH!

Something bit his hand and he waved it violently. Whatever it was released and smacked into the wall that the desk was up against, crumpled into a motionless pile. Curious and momentarily forgetting his snack, Yonah investigated.

A cat!? And still alive but unconscious. Why had a cat attacked him? Then he saw the abandoned broom next to his notebook. And his stomach twisted.

“You’re— not a thief!” Technically, he could eat anyone he wanted, he wasn’t restricted to adventurers. He was still figuring out what kind of villain he wanted to be. Such self exploration would take time, time the person he ate didn’t have.

“I’m a witch!” He heard them squeak.

“A witch? Invading the lair of a wizard? Are you stupid!” He poked at them. They didn’t like that.

“Let me out!!”

So Yonah spat them up, sooner than he would have liked to, and leaned over them with a frown and glowing eyes.

The moment the witch hit the desk, the cat woke up and was between him and the witch as it hissed.

The witch was shaking and coughing, glancing at him with wide fearful eyes.

“If you’re a witch then what the fuck were you doing in my tower?” Yonah demanded.

The witch was still in shock but recovered enough to speak. “I’m… Myran! I wanted to introduce myself!”

“A likely story! Why would anyone want to introduce themselves to me?” Yonah wasn’t really in the mood for conversation, but figured he could use the practice at evil banter.

“You’re… new to the forest” they coughed.

“What’s it to you?”

“I’m your neighbor!” they said,

Yonah narrowed his eyes, “The forest is constantly moving, no such thing as neighbors.”

“I figured I’d try to be friendly!” they continued as if he hadn’t replied. “Everyone was talking about the new mage in the tower, but no one had any definitive stories.”

Another mistake. The giant snarled.

“You are a fool then! I don’t want any friends!” He hesitated briefly as he said it, not sure of the truth, but recovered fast. “But I don’t want you spreading rumors about my mercy either…” he picked them back up. Gripping them hard and getting their right arm between his teeth. He didn’t bite their arm off, but broke the skin with a fang and pinched their hand. They yelled.

“Stop! Stop! I won’t tell! I won’t tell!”

He dropped them and they sat, crying, holding their bleeding arm and hand which was turning a plum purple.

“Good,” he hissed steam in their face, scalding the skin red as his eyes glowed bright orange. “Now get the fuck out before I eat you for real!” He flicked the broom at them. “And if you ever show your face around here again, I will.”

Finally, they listened to him. They got onto the broom along with their cat and with a burst of magic kicked into the air and fled out the window. Yonah watched until they disappeared, then sat down. His hair hadn’t been smoking before but it was now. Additionally, his eyes still glowed.

His first visitor in months wasn't an adventurer and he’d eaten them without a second thought! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Maybe this was his destiny. For years he’d trained himself to be restrained. Keep his anger in check, Keep his half giant identity a secret and become a wizard. But that had all gone to shit when he’d been discovered not as just a half giant, but as a half fire witch. Chased out of the academy but captured by the authorities of Orr.

Forced to sign a contract with King Ben to become his new pet monster! So why not be a monster!?

But he still wanted friends… his friends from the academy weren’t allowed to visit him. His tower of magic and wonder was so empty. He put his elbows on his desk and buried his face in his hands.

~chink~ his elbow brushed against something.

He looked down and saw a broken clay pot, the soup spilling out and a seedling now helpless and exposed on the desk.

Quickly yonah dipped his fingers into a pouch at his side and licked it, saying a spell. With a puff of smoke he stood on his desk, a mere 8ft tall, and he knelt down.

With his more appropriately sized hands he gathered the soil and with a wave of his hand and another mutter the pieces of the pot shook and flew back into their original places. The pot was… functionally repaired. The proper repair spell required materials to fuse the pieces properly. So it wouldn’t hold water, but it could hold soil.

As he scooped it back in, a piece of paper fell from the loose soil. Curious he dug it back out of the pot and cleaned it off enough to read:

“Welcome to the Mystical Woodlands new neighbor! This seedling is from my own garden. A special cultivation of Frozen Thyme.”

The moment he read it he was instantly planning where this would go in his garden. But… this gift. Did he deserve it? He’d eaten the one who brought it. He chased them away!

He couldn’t accept this gift but he couldn’t just let the seedling wither and die. It didn’t deserve that. And thus, his brain rationalized a way for him to keep the gift. So now what?

Yonah’s brain was too full of rage to do any proper work, so he decided to take it out on the garden, which was still in a state of construction. He’d already torn up old dead pieces of the overgrown mess left behind by the predecessor. Now he was digging spots for flower beds and what would hopefully be an orchard. There was even a designated spot for herbs.

The reason this was slow going was he refused to use magic. For the most part. Thankfully, being giant made digging and construction easier. Now that he had the thyme, he prioritized the herb beds. It was with a sour pride that he completed one as the sun started to go down.

A large wooden box that curved in a lovely arc close to the tower. The wood was specially imported from his The Blue Sky Mountain Giants Tribe in the Implausible Mountains, the smell of it reminding him of home. The frozen thyme seedling was given enough space to grow. He even gave it some friends that he knew would be compatible.

With his mind a little more at ease, he managed to get himself to sleep.

And awoke the next morning with an ache in his heart and a new plan in his brain.

For the first time since he arrived in this prison of a forest, he ventured beyond the boundaries of his clearing. Yonah knew he was allowed, a certain distance from his tower, to walk the forest. It had just seemed pointless. Not wanting to draw too much attention, he wore his gardening outfit: a pink plaid button up and light blue overalls. He had a straw hat that he recently wove to be a wizard hat, as well as his wizard staff. He couldn’t really leave that behind.

The trees in the forest were shorter than back home, but still very large. Thankfully he didn't have to duck so much to avoid branches. In his mind was a list of ingredients he needed to find. Foraging in the forest might seem like a fruitless endeavor, but when you have the keen nose of a giant, tracking down wildberries was a simple feat.

What a bounty! A huge patch of bramble with perfectly ripe berries. He didn’t need a giant’s amount and they would just get squashed if he tried to pick them at his normal size so once again he shrank down. He retrieved a basket from his hat and started to pick berries.

About ten minutes in, the bush began to shift! A section opened up and out ran a gnome with a garden spade. It smacked into his hand mid berry pick.

“Stop! Thief!”

SMACK SMACK!

Yonah was so startled he backed away and returned to his normal size, the basket of berries spilling over.

The gnome yelped. “Giant!” They dropped the spade. “Don’t eat me! Take berries! Don’t eat me or family!”

There was something satisfying about the gnome’s fear and Yonah grinned, “While you would make for a nice little snack,” he said, “I’m not in the mood for gnome today.”

The gnome shook and took up the spade again, pointing it at him as if that would help. From inside the bushes, Yonah heard rustling, and smelled more gnomes. This must cover their burrow.

“Put that away, or I might change my mind!” Yonah growled, showing his fangs. The gnome complied, tossing it aside.

“But you are also in luck. I am not interested in being a berry thief. I have more honor than that. If you would permit me to buy some of your berries, at a discount for me not making a meal of you and your family, I will leave you in peace”

The gnome gulped and nodded, “Am… sure we can make a deal.”

“Pick up the ones I already picked, will you?” Yonah ordered.

The gnome scrambled. “You will need more?”

Yonah nodded. The gnome whistled. And a troupe of younger gnomes carefully came out of the bramble.

“Kind giant has offered to buy some berries. Exchange for not eating us!”

The kids looked nervous and their fear didn’t spark the same kind of joy as the adults. But Yonah had a reputation to build! And he had to admit, it was still a bit fun.

He watched as the gnomes gathered berries until the basket was full and the adult gnome put it down in front of where Yonah had sat down. He picked it up and took off his hat, dropping it in and noticed the gnome’s eyes get wide. Storage space items were not uncommon, but storage hats were tools of professional mages, not common folk.

“That all?” the gnome asked.

Yonah stroked his beard thoughtfully, “Yes. I think so.” He reached into this hat. While he didn’t have a lot of money, Ben had supplied him with funds should he need them, and he had distributed the rings between his various pocket spaces. He got out a large wooden dowel upon which hung many metal rings. Small ones and large ones. With a pair of tweezers, yonah removed a few silver rings and one gold ring and put them into his palm, placing it up in front of the gnome.

Who did not take it.

“Do not insult me by refusing my payment,” Yonah insisted but the gnome did not move.

“More than we charge normally… You wanted discount: berries, a silver a pound!”

Yonah blinked. He still wasn’t good with smallfolk money. When purchasing as a giant, you purchased such large amounts it always cost at least a gold.

“Oh? Er-” he didn’t want to actually exploit these gnomes. “I'm not taking it back! Take the money Or I’ll eat you!” his voice faltered and the gnomes looked a little confused, and a little more relaxed.

“Leave us alone then, yes?” The gnome reached out a hand. Yonah nodded. The gnome finally took the money, giving each of the kids a silver ring. Any fear the kids had was gone as soon as they studied their rings and looked at Yonah with excitement. It was hard not to let the warmth in his heart at their expressions show on his own face.

“Actually!” Yonah announced as the gnomes started to back away into their burrow.

The adult stopped and looked nervous again. Yonah huffed. “I’m not going to eat you, I never was. I just have a question.”

The gnome ushered the kids away, not trusting Yonah, before turning back to the giant. “And if don’t have a good answer, you won’t eat… right?”

With a sigh Yonah shook his head, “No. I won't.”

“Then ask.”

Yonah took a breath, “I am... looking to get some ingredients. I… lashed out at someone recently and I very much regret it, and want to make some amends. I have giant ones back home but… giant sized ingredients do not taste as strong as small ones. Do you know where, or who, I might be able to look for?”

The gnome smiles, “Yes! Mystical Market. Sell our berries there. Open today, also gnome holiday.” They gave Yonah the instructions on how to find the market.

“Thank you- er…” Yonah put a hand to his chest and bowed.

“Kalle” said Kalle.

“Yonah,” said Yonah. The gnome bowed as well, “Don’t be flaunting riches, mysterious half giant. Marketeers take advantage”

Riches!? He did not have endless funds. He would have to be more careful with his spending.

“I am also looking for… Er... Shit!” he exclaimed and was glad the kids were no longer outside, “I don't know their name. Dwarf witch.”

Kalle considered, “Know them. Likes almond cookies. Sorry. Market easier find than people. That all?”

From their tone of voice, Yonah knew the gnome desperately wanted to get back to their family. It was a holiday after all. Yonah stood up and nodded, leaving without subjecting them to any more conversation.

Almond cookies? That changed things. He had only made almond cookies once! He needed a little more help. However, he did not backtrack to the tower. He knew that if he went back, he would lose motivation. Locating the market was his current task.

Unfortunately, it took some luck. According to the gnome, it was a special place that one happened to come across, just by wanting to be there. The more familiar you were with it, the better chance there was of that happening. Yonah really really wanted to be there. So he gathered his will and set off in a random direction.

After an hour of walking yonah felt a weird tingle all over his arms and legs. Like his hair was standing on end and all pointing in the same direction. Had he entered some magical field? No matter, he was fairly immune to passive magic.

Then he took another step and a jolt of magic electricity surged through his body, causing him to freeze up. Before he could collapse, he felt as if a giant hook had caught around his middle. There was no physical hook, but it still yanked him back, pulling in through the forest.

Eventually it stopped and finally Yonah fell over, breathing shallowly as his heart raced. He rolled onto his back and stared up into the trees.

“What’s the big idea!?” Someone kicked him in the side and he sat up. “You’re blocking the way!”

An elf!

Yonah frowned. “You’re so bold for someone I could crush with a finger!” To tease the elf, he poked them in the chest.

“YEOWCH!”

For the second time that day, Yonah got bitten. This time, it was the elf who sank their fangs into his finger, letting go before Yonah pulled away.

“Don’t get sassy with me! Messing with smallfolk isn’t allowed in the market, you'll be banned!”

Yonah looked around “The market?”

He had assumed it was the Mystical Market because it was in the Mystical Woodlands. But now he realized that the name was rather accurate. An entire marketplace incorporated into the forest itself. Stalls and restaurants built into the trees, with carts parked in between. The trees here were also… there was no other word for it: majestic. Larger and older and, compared to the forest he had been exploring before, more deliberate spacing. He couldn’t even see all of it. The forest stretched on for a while, and thus was obscured by the very trees that made up the shops.

There were even buildings in the branches so that ogres, trolls, and giants did not have to bend down to make transactions. He even spotted a few trolls. Amazing! Trolls (and ogres) were much more likely than giants to eat smallfolk. Giants mostly threatened unless the person in question did something really, really stupid.

And yet, there was a troll, large with brown fur and green spots, purchasing a roll of fabric from the elevated section of a gnome shop.

“Yes you idiot, the market! And my cart won't fit through any other path! Move your giant ass or I’ll get the guard to move it for you!”

His elation at having found the market was in conflict with his pride that was being so insulted by this little creature.

“Apologize for biting me, and I’ll consider it!”

The elf looked indignant. “You threatened to squash me! MAGEN!!” they yelled.

Thunderous footsteps were heard and Yonah turned as a proper, full blooded giant, made her way through the shoppers, somehow avoiding stepping on anyone. She was maybe 17, but full grown and taller than Yonah by at least ten feet. Her skin was a light greyish pink and her eyes were a dark red. She wore a lovely headpiece of woven flowers and vines to look like hair, which full giants do not have.

She knelt “This man bothering you?”

The elf nodded. Yonah threw his hands up, “Hey! I don’t mean any trouble!”

“He threatened to squash me!”

The giant glared at Yonah, who glared back.

“How largefolk deal with smalls outside of the market is their own business,” she said. “But inside the market we do not even threaten to squash, or kick, or stomp, or eat!”

“I did not intend to and I did not know I was in the market! I have never been before!” Yonah stood up so that he was not at such an extreme height disadvantage. Magen was a rather short mountain giant, only 35ft tall.

She nodded, “I can believe that.” She stood up. “I would have remembered you for sure.” She sniffed and said in implausible Giant: “You are from the blue sky tribe?”

“Yes! I am.” he answered, also in Giant. “I just moved to the forest. I was looking for the market but… I must have… hit something magic. I sort of fell into here”.

The elf took the opportunity to weave their cart around the giants’ feet, disappearing into the market.

“Ah, the seller seems to no longer push this issue. My name is Magen.” she introduced, bowing.

“Yonah HaEsh,” Yonah answered in return.

“HaEsh! I know the name. Fire man who helped save the Implausible Mountains from the Society of Wizards!”

“That’s my dad,” Yonah said, a little embarrassed.

“Mom told me the story! How exciting!”

Yonah brushed himself off and glanced around, “So... What are the rules here, then?”

Magen shrugged, “Just don’t start fights, alright? All sales are final, so don't go making a fuss if you haggled wrong or think you got cheated unless you believe your items are defective. There are ways to deal with fraudulent goods, but we cannot risk collateral damage.”

“Does that happen often?” Yonah asked, “I only mean to buy food, I can tell if that’s fresh”

“Oh, you have a giant’s nose then. Good. It does not happen often. Makes my job easier. And I usually manage to break up confrontations before they get out of hand.”

Knowing he could likely sniff out the stalls he needed, Yonah asked if Magen could show him around and help him find all the items on his list. She happily agreed. He had to walk behind her as there wasn’t room for two giants to be side by side.

As she carefully led him, she took glances back and down Yonah who was getting a little nervous. It had been a while since he encountered other giants. He was watching his feet to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone, and he was stopping constantly to look into the shops and stalls and carts.

“What is it like, being half giant?” Magen asked, who somehow managed to walk without looking at her feet very often at all. Maybe Yonah was being too careful and people here knew to stay out of the way of largefolk's feet… Still, he didn't want to take chances.

“Er… I have hair, I guess?” he said.

“I was wondering if that was natural or a wig.” Magen brushed the vines spilling from her head.

“But mostly, things were just a bit inconveniently large for me. I still managed.” Then he countered. “What’s it like being a guard in the market?”

“The shopkeepers pool money to have me stand around, mostly. Smallfolk behave when an angry giant is within earshot.” She grinned with all her fangs.

“I thought you said giants couldnt mess with smallfolk here?” Yonah inquired.

“You can’t. It’s my job to interfere,” Magen retorted. “I haven't hurt anyone… badly. I’ve only worked here for a year. But I know everyone and everyone knows me!”

They stopped at a stand selling nuts and Yonah purchased the almonds he needed. The seller seemed a bit disappointed that he bought so few.

“Shopping for someone small?” Magen asked.

“Er- yeah.” Yonah said. They both had to back between trees to let a trio of trolls go by. One was only 10 feet tall and barely came up to Yonah’s waist, but another was nearly 20 feet! They carried baskets and bags on their furry backs, and even had some tied to their tusks!

Before they continued, two elves leapt from the tree nearby and onto Yonah’s shoulders! He was about to brush them off when Magen stopped him.

“Don’t! They are just hitching rides!” At that, he spotted more elves on her head. “You need honey, yes? I know the best shop!”

He followed Magen around the market, which was much larger than he had realized. The elves had no qualms about leaping on and off him and other largefolk shoppers and eventually he ignored them. Magen even helped him avoid making a bad deal for oat flour, saying she couldn’t believe the nerve of the shopkeeper trying to take advantage of a new resident.

Before Yonah left, he wanted to properly thank Magen. “If there is anything I can do to show thanks. Perhaps er-” he looked around.

“You know, the juice stand behind that tree has new flavors I’ve wanted to try. How about you buy me a drink? You should get one too. It’s very refreshing!”

“They make them giant sized?” Yonah asked.

“Oh, they are made by ogres!” Magen replied, rounding the indicated tree.

Ogres, kin of trolls and even more dangerous due to their magical powers. Typically smaller than trolls, but that was not the way to tell them apart.

An entire family of ogres were operating a massive open storefront. Jugs hung from branches or were strapped to the trunks of trees and fruit swung in baskets. Behind the counter was an elaborate prep station operated by two large ogres. Around the entire display were platforms sticking out from the nearby trees. Smallfolk sat on stools enjoying drinks and food at an elevation that made it easy to be served by the ogres. Magen walked up to the counter, which was not at an ideal height for her but was easily manageable. She spoke to an ogre with straw colored fur, blue spots, and large horns.

“Edna! I’d like two passion fruit smoothies please! One giant sized and one…” She glanced back at Yonah. “Full Troll sized!” She stepped aside and pointed at Yonah. “He’s paying”

Edna nodded and passed on the order.

Yonah stepped forward. Bowing “Yonah HaEsh”. She bowed back, “Edna Baneclaw. That will be a gold bracelet for the giant and half for the full troll”

Yonah’s heart nearly stopped. A gold bracelet and a half !? He looked at Magen who flashed her fangs mischievously then back at Enda.

Edna smiled as well. “We don’t have enlarged passion fruit, not in high demand by largefolk.”

With another glare at Magen, Yonah fished into his hat. He didn’t have gold bracelets but he had rings. 10 silver to a gold. Rings to Rings. Bracelets to Bracelets… 10 gold rings to a silver bracelet… 10 silver bracelets to a gold ring. That’s 100 gold rings to a gold bracelet (he had really overpaid the gnomes for the berries... A holiday gift he supposed), but this was not money to spend on frivolous fruit drinks!

Too late, however. The drinks were ready, and he carefully removed golden rings from silver bracelets. 50 gold rings and 10 silver bracelets exchanged for two smoothies. They came in wooden cups with bamboo straws.

This better be fucking worth it. Yonah took a sip.

His eyes widened as the cool icy tart concoction hit his taste buds and he took a long drink. Finally, he looked at Magen and then Edna. “This is incredible!” he exclaimed. Magen grinned and sipped hers as well. “Yeah. Too bad we’re the last two to have some for at least a month!”

“What do you mean?”

“That took all the passion fruit we had,” Edna informed. “Won't get more for a while”

“Worth it! Suck it smallfolk!” Magen teased the people on the platforms, a few looked a bit annoyed, but most didn't seem to care. She didn't seem to care either.

“Well it was nice meeting you, Yonah. I hope to see you again. Oh, and by the way, you can return your mug to the ogres for a silver bracelet, even if you take it home today!”

Yonah glanced at his drink. “Oh! Thanks for letting me know. But where are you going?”

Magen sipped at her smoothie loudly before answering. “This was my break, silly, I need to go back on proper duty now, and you have all your things.” Magen held out her free hand and Yonah shook it, bidding her goodbye. It was getting late in the day now and he wanted to get to work on the almond cookies.

Wait… which way was back to the tower? How could he be so stupid wandering off like this!? His mom taught him better than that. Forest ranger rule number 1: DON’T GET LOST. ...okay, so that wasn’t really a rule. It was supposed to imply that you paid attention to where you were going so you could get back. This was not so easy in the Mystic Woods.

The moment he had walked far enough away from the market, he turned forward and then back, and it was already gone. He had nowhere to go but forward.

It was to his great surprise that only a minute later, he exited the dense trees and found himself in the clearing. The tower was on the opposite side. While he was elated to have made it back safely before dark, there was a distinct absence of any gladness to be home. This was not his home, after all. It was his prison.

Yonah HaEsh climbed up the tower and back into his prison. He took off his hat and sat down at his desk in the workshop, staring into the reflection on the large, ornate mirror that rested upon it.

To do this right, he needed help. Professional help. So he activated his mirror. Or at least… tried. He stared at his own reflection, then spoke. “Mirror Mirror on the desk,” he faltered, “Could you please connect me to Shoshana at the academy?”

The mirror snorted. “You think politeness will work after all this time? I don’t make exceptions. This is why your friends think you’ve forgotten about them! Put in the effort! Ask me properly or don't at all.”

“They’ve called me!!” Yonah insisted, but the mirror said nothing in response. Just like he would do when he got calls from his friends. Yonah growled and snorted back at the mirror, fogging it up. “Mirror Mirror, oh magical vanity, I wish to call Shoshana, at the wizard academy”

There was a whistle from the mirror. “Now that’s how you do it!” it praised. The fog cleared and for a brief moment, he saw his own face again before the reflective surface turned grey. Another moment and the face of his friend Shoshana emerged.

“Yonah!!!” she exclaimed. “You called! I cannot believe it!”

Yonah’s face turned a bit red. “I’ve… been distracted.”

Shoshana waved her hand, stopping any further excuses. “You’ve been through so much! I was worried! Since we graduated, you haven't called at all!”

/I never called before either... / Yonah thought. /It was always you.../ When Grand Master Sean reinstated him as a wizardling student, his friends would call regularly to work on homework and their theses, as he wasn’t allowed to actually attend the school in person. And while he attended the graduation…

That wasn’t a happy memory at all and he didn’t want to think about how he sat behind all the students in the amphitheater in magic chains looking more like a beast one of the adventuring tract students had wrangled for their final than a student.

“I need a recipe!” he said.

Shoshana raised her brows “That’s it!? First call in over a month, and it’s to get a recipe! You don’t want to catch up at all?!” Yonah’s eyes flickered and Shoshana backed off. “Alright, I can see you’re not in the mood. But please, we’re all missing you so much. We’d assumed you embraced the evil hermit wizard life.”

“I… haven’t meant to. But it’s surprisingly easy,” he admitted, grinning awkwardly. “I’d rather not go full hermit, of course.”

“Well, then dont go a month without calling your friends!” Shoshana chided. “Or make some new friends! The forest is full of interesting people, right?”

Yonah looked away, but his eyes were probably glowing orange now.

“This… is for that.”

“Oh!” Shoshana exclaimed, “I should have figured! Of course, I will give you whatever recipe you’d like.”

Yonah got out his ingredients to show Shoshana and explained what he wanted to bake. She nodded and made some suggestions for ingredients and spices to really make these cookies great. He did not have all the supplies she suggested, which led to some back-and-forth as Shoshana pointed out some substitutions for what Yonah bought or already had in his tower.

“Got that all down?” she asked, as she watched Yonah scribble out the final lines to the recipe.

“Yes!” Yonah exhaled in relief. “Thank you so much, Shosh!”

“Next time, we will catch up properly, but I had fun designing this recipe!” Shoshana chirped. “What a challenge. I wish you had called first, before just buying random ingredients.”

“I was already in the forest, Shosh.”

“I know, I know.” Shoshana blew Yonah a kiss and the mirror flickered back to his reflection.

It was time to bake! Which he did after shrinking down.

By the time he was done baking his jam print almond cookies, it was past midnight. He needed sleep and didn't think finding the witch at night was a particularly wise idea, especially since he was getting tired. That meant he was extra likely to be grumpy and irritable. So he placed the cookies in a special cooling rack to keep them magically fresh, then went to bed.

It was right after breakfast that Yonah HaEsh left the tower and, for the second time, entered the forest.

Once again, he had no direction, not that one could in the Mystic Woods. It wasn't even possible to have a map unless it was incredibly magical. Still, he was determined and willing to wander the forest for days if he must! But he’d do so at his full size, which would allow him to cover more ground.

That’s… That’s a witch’s hut! He hoped it was the correct one. It was more of a mound than a hut, with one side covered in rocks and moss and the other a more sheer side with windows, plus a flatter side with a door.

As he approached, a garden came into view and he heard a yelp before watching a small figure dart into the hut and close the curtains. The door opened briefly and a hand hung a sign that read “NO SOLICITORS”

That was the evil giant! Why was he here!? Why did the forest let him find the hut!? Was he here to eat them?! To finish the job!? Could they take on a giant fire witch?! Myran was a damn skilled witch, and at least 15 years the giant’s senior by their estimate, but they were quaking in their boots.

A knock sounded at their door. It didn’t sound forceful enough to be a giant. Siv was in front of them, hissing at the door. Thinking it better to be safe, they peeked out the window, then ran to open the door. Just a crack.

Red faced and holding a basket was… the giant. Only he wasn’t giant. Not exactly. He now stood at about twice Myran’s height. A little less actually. Right. Wizard. Giant wizard.

“May I come in?”

“Depends… what’s in the basket?” They narrowed their eyes. “I don’t want any nasty surprises.”

The wizard’s face got redder as he removed the cover. They opened the door and stood aside. They took the basket with their right hand… Yonah hesitated. Their arm had a massive scar from shoulder to elbow, but the hand was unbroken. The Dwarf noticed and gave him a hard look as he crouched low to get through the dwarf sized door, Siv still hissing at him in warning.

Myran put the basket on the kitchen table and motioned to the couch. “Please, sit.” Yonah did. The couch was small for him but it took his weight. “I’m going to be honest.” Myran leaned against the kitchen table and crossed their arms. “This is quite the unexpected visit.”

“Oh?” Yonah said. Of course, it made sense. He chased them out. Why would he then try to find them again?

“You bit me!” Myran reminded him harshly. “You broke my hand, and you said if you saw me again, you would eat me. Again. And kill me.”

/Ohhhh/

Yonah’s breath caught before managing to say. “I did… didn’t I?” He looked down at his feet.

Myran. sighed. “Yep. Though eating me at your current size would be an impressive feat. So... What the fuck are you doing here? Besides bringing me cookies to fatten me up.”

“I’m not-!” He looked back up to defend himself and saw their cheeky grin. “I didn’t come here to eat you…” They raised an eyebrow in sarcastic disbelief. “I want to apologize. For what I said… What I did. After I ate you. I was so angry. I still am, though mostly at myself. I shouldn't have hurt you. It wasn’t right.” He was almost crying. Dammit, he’d gone nearly a month without crying!

“And for eating me?”

“Huh?” Yonah was thoroughly confused.

“You’re sorry for what happened after you ate me, but what about eating me?”

Yonah bit his lip, “I’m… I’m not sorry about that.”

The witch raised both eyebrows now, genuinely curious as to the workings of this monster’s thoughts.

“I’m supposed to eat people! Especially those who enter my tower unannounced. It’s part of my job! And… And I like it!” He startled himself with that statement. He liked his job? He didn’t even want this job!! He was forcefully employed by the King under threat of death! Being evil had never been his plan and he didn’t want that. Did he?

The witch didn’t look completely satisfied with this answer. But they didn’t get to inquire further as Yonah’s curiosity got the better of him.

“Er- your hand…”

Myran smiled “It was rather mangled by your jaws yesterday. Luckily, I am a very good healer, and well-known in this forest. If you had killed me, you would have had a lot of angry forest residents after your head.” Myran began preparing a pot of tea as Yonah Processed that statement. “You’re a lucky giant aren’t you?”

“What?” Yonah voiced. “For not killing you and putting a target on my back?”

“Yes, exactly. And that was curious. It is rare that evil giants are merciful.”

Yonah looked away, “I’ve only been evil for a few months. I… you’re the third person I’ve eaten at all. And I dont… I haven’t yet… killed anyone.”

That surprised Myran. “I guess I do not know the frequency that giants normally encounter adventurers… but what I meant was you’re lucky that you even get to eat people. Most giants like the taste of smallfolk but they don't actually eat them. It’s rather rare.”

“You said it yourself. Evil Giants eat people,” Yonah pointed out. “Which I am one. I guess it’s… nice that I get to eat folks. But it comes with a cost… It’s only a matter of time before slayers come after me.”

“Most evil giants kill their victims, right?” Myran asked.

Yonah shrugged “I met another one once. Said it depended on his mood.”

“Fascinating… though if you keep up your more merciful streak, perhaps you are less likely to attract slayers?”

“Perhaps…” Yonah had not considered that. He just felt he wasn’t ready to kill anyone yet, but maybe there were other perks than just a clear conscience in continuing to let his snacks go.

“Cracked some sort of code then?” Myran inquired. “Getting to eat people without attracting too much attention? Not that this would stop all slayers,” they added. “I expect you would kill a slayer?”

Yonah nodded, sniffed, and wiped his nose. In that case… Guess he was lucky. Indeed, he’d gotten to taste plenty of smallfolk. Plenty of giants did. It was unique that he’d had his human dad while growing up. But all of the smallfolk in the village knew that when giants kissed their hands, the giants were getting little tastes. Sometimes giants would lick a friend playfully or freak someone out. He’d had a few elvish and human friends growing up, and they sometimes let him and the other giant kids lick them during games of Jacks and Giants. And his academy friends were quite amused by his affections. He very much missed them. It had not taken long for him to get used to living amongst human friends, not just because he got to taste them. And so quickly, that was taken away from him. Friends…

As tears welled in his eyes he couldn’t look at Myran any longer. He closed his eyes and turned his face away. Should he keep talking? Shit, how much of that had he said out loud!? The words continued to come out regardless.

“I know I said I didn’t want any friends. But I do! I need them. And I know I can’t be your friend. You came to me and I fucked it up. But I beseech you to not tell everyone else in the forest to avoid me. I already went to the mystical market and-“

“You… how did you find out that I liked almonds!”

Yonah looked up. They weren’t looking at him but reaching into the basket for another cookie. They munched on it thoughtfully, not a crumb falling into their beard. The tea was ready and Myran poured it with magic, leaving their hands free to hold more cookies. They walked over to Yonah, the tea cups floating with. He took the larger one out of mid air. It was very hot! And he drank. It was… It tasted like tea he’d had at home. His village had alway gotten various teas from the dwarves. New tears came to his eyes.

“You alright?” Myran asked, offering a handkerchief. “You’re a very emotional evil giant.”

Yonah took it and dried his eyes. “The tea is… really good.” That wasn’t the real reason but right now he couldn’t process all of his emotions.

“It’s my grandma’s blend,” Myran said. “I’ve tried to replicate it using my garden, but you just can’t replicate those tunnel grown fungi.”

They dipped one of the cookies into the tea. From their expression, it wasn’t really a mistake but likely didn’t improve the experience. Still they munched thoughtfully.

“I’ll be your friend.”

Yonah’s jaw nearly hit the floor and he almost dropped his tea. It was a few seconds before he managed to pick his jaw back up. Were they serious? They walked over to him, placing their much smaller hand over one of his. Then they smiled most disarmingly.

“Just don’t eat me again.”

Yonah smiled.

“I think I can manage that”

[FIN]

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(You can imagine that Yonah got to hug Myran before he left, probably a little too tight but dwarves are tough!)

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