pairings faerie!taehyun x reader, faerie!yeonjun x reader
warnings violence, death, death of animals, smut (specific tags will be listed before each chapter), childhood trauma & mentions of abuse, jealousy, controlling & yandere relationship dynamics, unprotected sex, original characters but they only last for small amounts of time & act as story catalysts, fem! reader
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No one asked but I got to see the funny Irish man again a couple days ago and it was yet again a beautiful religious experience. I ascended to my highest self once more. However, the post concert morbs have officially settled in and I fear I may never experience true joy again. How will I ever recover from unexpectedly getting to see one of my favorite songs live? I have loved this man for THIRTEEN YEARS and now every time I see him live my soul is renewed.
A/N: I had the idea for this literally this morning and somehow got a whole chapter written and edited in three hours. Yay me
Summary: You live in a small town in Oregon, working most days at the library and selling farm goods at the market every Wednesday. Your life is quiet for the most part, following the same routine and usually content staying at home with your chickens and your garden. One week in early May, however, you meet someone, and suddenly you begin to consider giving dating a try after years of choosing to live on your own.
Warnings: f!reader
Word Count: 2,856
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, part seven
Early morning, May first. You had a lot of work to do.
Your alarm sounded at five in the morning, and groggily, you reached over to shut it off. Sitting up and running a hand through your hair, you glanced out the window. Early morning light was peaking through the curtains, the sun just barely beginning to rise. With a grin, you got out of bed, padding down the hall to the kitchen.
After getting yourself a hot mug of coffee, you pulled on the fluffiest robe you could find and stepped out onto the back porch. You lived almost in the middle of the forest, down gravelly backroads and just up the hill from the river. Your property wasn’t too big, but it was enough to house your chickens and the garden you loved so dearly. You’d had to cut down a lot of the trees in the back to make room for it all, but you had left whatever you could, a small bit of the forest still fenced in behind your house. Every so often when you’d go out at night, you’d see a group of deer, cautiously trying to break into the greenhouse. You always left whatever you didn’t use out for them, even though you knew you weren’t supposed to. With all the mountain lions around, you couldn’t help but feel bad for them.
You sat down at the table on the back patio, covered by the pergola you had built the year before. You had gotten sick of how icy the concrete got with nothing to shield it from the rain. You stayed out there for a while, watching the sun rise and sipping your coffee, every once in a while hearing a rustle in the trees or the singing of birds. You enjoyed your quiet mornings. For a little while you didn’t have to worry about anything, and you could just relax and enjoy the world around you.
Once you were awake enough, you went back inside, starting to make your way through the list of things you had to do today. It was the first day of the market for this year, which was always stressful. You’d have to get used to going out every week again—you couldn’t really just not go, you’d already paid for your spot and the market gave you about 40% of your income. So you took a shower and dried your hair and got dressed, deciding not to put on any makeup. You’d only get annoyed with it, and it was a little windy anyway—you didn’t want to deal with your hair getting caught in your lip gloss every two seconds. And then you started to gather up everything you needed—several baked goods you had prepared earlier that week, boxes and boxes of eggs, fresh fruit and veggies, and the stickers you had made a habit of bringing along with you for any young children you might encounter. You took a minute to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything before loading it all up into the car and digging around the closet for your coat, scarf, and gloves.
A couple minutes later, once you were absolutely sure you had everything, you left, pulling out of the gravelly driveway and onto the dusty forest road that led out into town. It was currently eight in the morning, and you had to be ready by eleven, and it was a forty minute drive to the city. You’d probably be there on time. You hoped. You ended up pulling into the parking lot at almost nine, which gave you two hours. You were sure you’d be ready before eleven. Probably.
As you got out of the car, you were approached by a sprightly woman with bright red hair. Your best friend, Cherry. She pulled you into a squeezing hug before you could register what was going on, and you let out an oomph. She laughed, pulling away.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! I texted you a couple weeks ago and you never got back to me.” She pouted, almost immediately beginning to help you grab your things from the car. You had always been the reclusive type, never really wanting to make plans or go out anywhere. You preferred your quiet life at home. You didn’t mind Cherry, though. Despite her spirited personality, she really was sweet.
“Thanks,” you said softly, grabbing the last of the boxes and kicking the door closed. “Sorry for not responding. I must not have seen it.”
She shrugged, smiling at you as you both walked to the spot you had booked for the next few weeks. “No hard feelings. I knew you’d probably be busy getting ready and stuff. I was just gonna see if you wanted to go get drinks with me and a few of my friends this weekend.”
You let out a breath, quiet for a moment as you tried to think up a response. “I don’t really drink that often,” you finally said, both of you reaching the tent where you were meant to set up. You were good friends with one of the guys who ran the market, so he had offered to start setting up before you got there, meaning you hadn’t been forced to somehow fit a table in your car and carry it from the parking lot on your own. Cherry continued to chat with you as you both set up—more at you than with you, really, but you didn’t mind. She stayed for a little while after you finished, but eventually made some excuse and left. She had gotten bored, though she would never admit that to you. She was the kind of person who always needed something exciting to keep her attention or she’d be tempted to simply move on. You didn’t mind it. You figured if she could excuse your tendency to ignore her calls, you could excuse her habit of not wanting to sit with you for hours on end while you hoped someone would take interest in something you were selling.
As soon as it hit eleven, it was busy. You had expected it to be—the first day was always busy—but it was especially bad this time. Good for business, though—you were completely sold out of eggs and blackberries within twenty minutes. By twelve thirty, it had started to slow down a little. It was still crowded, but you could see past the groups of people now to the field across the lot.
You had been spaced out for a while, staring blankly at the grass, but were quickly snapped out of your daze when a man approached your table. You looked up, slapping on a grin and trying to seem friendly.
“Hi! How are you doing?” You had always hated this part—greeting everyone who came up to you, trying to seem like you weren’t a total jerk. What were you even supposed to say? “How can I help you?” just felt too mechanical.
“Well, hello there.” He grinned at you, and you caught the slight accent in his voice. Actually, it wasn’t really slight. It was pretty prominent. You couldn’t quite place where it was from, though. Europe somewhere, definitely. “Those strawberries look lovely.” You glance down to where he gestured—the one container of strawberries you hadn’t sold yet. He was right, they did look lovely. You had been especially proud of those ones. You nodded, looking back up at him.
“Thank you. I can’t say the same for the rest of the batch, you’ve got no idea how many I had to give to the chickens.” He chuckled slightly, and you smiled, pleased that your quip had landed.
“How much for them?” He reached to pull his wallet out of his back pocket.
“Six dollars.”
The man smiled and handed you a ten, grabbing the strawberries from the table. “I won’t make you make change, don’t worry.”
“Well, that’s very generous of you.” You hesitantly tucked the bill away in the lockbox you kept the rest of the money in. “Does the kind donor have a name?”
“Andrew,” he adjusted his sunglasses as he took a step back, and your chest ached at the thought of him leaving. Which was entirely ridiculous. You’d just met him.
“Well, Andrew. Thank you very much. It means a lot to me.”
“Thank you for the wonderful strawberries. Will you be here next week? I might just have to come back for more.”
You nodded, grinning. “I sure will. I’ll be waiting.”
For the next two hours, you couldn’t focus at all on trying to be friendly to customers. Your mind was stuck on how charming he had been. It had been longer than you could place since you had dated anyone in any capacity, and you’d never had any want to. Now, though… Now you weren’t so sure. When it came time to pack up, you were eager to get home, antsy to throw yourself into your chores to distract from the way your heart was racing.
You got home at a little past four, and immediately you got busy. You still needed to tend to the chickens, making sure they had enough water and food. As you walked out to the coop, you heard the familiar quacking of the one duck you did own. There had been a couple others, but they had been killed by a stray cat that kept getting into the coop a few months before. You had taken a few days to reinforce everything, and there had been no further incidents, but the duck had become rather clingy. He waited at the gate as you stepped inside, following you around while you checked for eggs and made sure everything was in order.
After tending to the chickens, you watered the plants and trimmed the lawn, pulling out a few weeds on the way. When you had finished all your chores and were still aching for something to do, you changed into a pair of swim shorts and an old tshirt and walked down the forest trail to the river. The path was a bit swampy, snow still lingering and melting into the soft earth, but you didn’t mind getting a little muddy. You’d be in the water soon anyway. You felt a little more at peace as you reached the riverbank, golden sunlight beaming down from the clear blue sky, warming your skin despite the cold breeze that blew across the meadow. You stepped down into the shallow water, hissing at first from the icy temperature but quickly adjusting. Eventually, you were fully submerged, sitting criss cross on the soft riverbed, the water up to your chest. Luckily, the river wasn’t moving too quickly, the current just slow enough for you to not have to put effort into keeping yourself from losing your footing.
You let your eyes fall shut, enjoying the feeling of the water flowing past you, the sound of the birds in the trees, the rustle of the deer treading through the underbrush. You felt at peace when you were out in the woods, like nothing else mattered. Like the only person in the world was you.
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It wasn’t until the sun started to set that you got out of the water, hurrying to get home before the pink-orange sky faded into inky midnight blue. You were shivering by the time you made it back to your house, quickly running down the hall to your room to get into dry clothes, dripping water behind you the whole way there.
You realized how hungry you were as soon as you were warm and dry again. Too tired to cook, you heated up leftovers from the night before, curling up on the couch and putting on a sitcom to watch while you ate, hoping to drown out the noise in your head that had quickly returned. You couldn’t seem to keep your thoughts away from Andrew for very long. Something about the way he smiled felt so warm. Familiar in a way you couldn’t put your finger on.
You went to bed early, leaving your window open just slightly to let in the quiet sound of crickets chirping and wind blowing through the trees.
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The next morning, your alarm went off—later this time, seven instead of five. On days you weren’t at the market, you worked from ten to six at the library, a job that you absolutely loved. One of the things you enjoyed about living in a small town was how peaceful it always was. You were able to spend a lot of your time reading, and when you did have to organize books you enjoyed that too. It was such a simple task, something mundane that you could do without much focus. You were sure that you’d never want another job. You were happy where you were.
The drive to work was quiet as usual, a lot of the town still waking up. You spotted a deer in the trees on your way down the forest road you lived on, which you decided to take as a sign of good luck.
The week dragged on for the most part. You did about the same thing every day—yard work, taking care of the chickens, sitting by the river, going to work. You were anxious for Wednesday to come. You were hoping that Andrew had meant it when he said he’d come back.
When the day finally arrived for you to drive back into the city for the market, you were practically shaking with excitement. Cherry wasn’t there to greet you this time, but you didn’t really mind. It took two trips to get your things over to the table, but you were too excited to care. You set up quicker than you ever had, and you ended up with half an hour of time to kill before the market opened. You doodled mindlessly in your notebook while you waited, staring at the grass and watching as butterflies flew by every once in a while.
As soon as people began to show up, your eyes were scanning the crowds for Andrew. It wasn’t as busy as it was the week before, but you were still too occupied with customers to look too hard. You made sure to be especially nice, hoping that the universe would send you good karma in return.
Just as you had finished waving goodbye to a girl who looked to be around seven, there was a tap on the table in front of you. You looked up, meeting Andrew's eyes, and you swore your heart skipped a beat. No sunglasses this time. You could fully see his face. The kind smile on his lips, the way his eyes shimmered under the sunlight. You didn’t say anything, throat suddenly dry, so he spoke instead.
“Strawberries this week?” You nodded, shaking your head slightly as you reached under the table.
“You get the last box again. They seem to be popular this year.” He smiled at you as you set them on the table. “I’m not letting you pay for them. You paid nearly double last week.”
“No chance.” He pulled out his wallet and tried to hand you a folded up bill—he attempted to hide the number on it, but you caught a glimpse of the ten.
“I’m not letting you pay me that much. Really. It would feel ingenuine.”
“I promise I’m being entirely genuine.” He smirked, sliding the cash across the table to you.
“Andrew, I’m not going to accept it.”
“Fine then. Would you let me take you to dinner? Just to make up for it, of course.”
You stared at him for a moment, a little stunned. “That’s ridiculous. You have nothing to make up for.”
“Is that a no then?”
“No!” Your face went red at how desperate you sounded. “I mean, you know-” You sighed, looking down at the table. “Yeah, I- I’d like that. That would be nice.”
“Well then. Perfect.” He grabbed the money off the table and tucked it back in his wallet. “Would it be okay if I got your phone number? Just so I’ll know when to pick you up, of course.” You nodded, still flustered, and tore a piece of paper out of your notebook, scribbling down your number and handing it to him.
“Thank you,” you said softly. “This is really sweet of you.”
“It’s the least I could do. These strawberries really are lovely.” He shot you one last smile before he walked away, leaving you dazed and confused.
You were still spaced out on your drive back home a couple hours later, trying to make sense of all that had happened. A totally gorgeous man you had never seen before had taken such a liking to your, honestly mediocre, strawberries that he had insisted on taking you out to dinner. You couldn’t remember when the last time you had been asked out was, let alone by someone so perfectly charming and polite. And you had said yes, without even thinking about it.
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Guess what I madeeee? I'm making that one cute, sweet oneshot of my Sweetheart Underfell Sans (Iris), into a little mini series (I say, as if I haven't planned out 25 chapters already). I hope for the both of us that this doesn't get any longer, but we'll see.
It's Angst/Hurt/Comfort with a happy ending, for the record. Even if that happy ending is very, very far away.
Summary:
You were always so warm.
Too bad you didn't exist.
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Living in Snowdin could be rough. With his nagging younger brother, the 'kill or be killed' mentality, and the human runt who kept coming around to release them from the Underground, just to throw them back in again because something was missing - he was tired. Exhausted even.
So, when he starts dreaming of a lover - someone to hold - someone soft and warm and humorous, he starts losing his typical edge. Even though you're just a dream, he's keenly aware that there are somethings that no one's taught him before... but you have.
Papyrus has started to notice something's... off. And so has Frisk.
