#(i realize it might be tempting to come to my inbox and say 'oh boy just you wait')

[writing-in-april]

Training wheels

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Years later after Spencer teaches Reader to drive even though he hates driving, Reader becomes good enough to ride a motorcycle they get him to come along on a ride.

A/N: hey heyyyy- this is my seventeenth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April! This fic is based on this request- which I decided to make smutty instead of full on smut so I could make it a bit more fluffy. Disclaimer- I know nothing about motorcycles and I can’t even drive lol so sorry for the lack of terminology. This ended up being gender neutral- I checked it over for the correct pronouns a few time but I could have missed something- please let me know if so! Feel free to give me your response by sending something to my inbox here. Thanks for reading and hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: 18+- (if you are found to be violating this I will tell writers who you are), no full on smut- in the smutty/spicy category, a bit of grinding, implications about having sex in the future, In public sexual teasing (who’s fucking surprised), hints at Sub!Spencer, A few swear words

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.0k

Spencer hated driving. He always shook whenever he couldn’t stop the racing thoughts about the dangers of moving vehicles. He knew he was a good driver, but it was easier for him to trust the metro which stayed on its tracks (most of the time). A car with no rigid path and with so many variables just made Spencer’s mind race too much.

You were the only person that could get him to get into a car, without any sort of coercion. At his job he had accepted it as a reality of his situation; there was no way that he could get around it. He agreed to teach you how to drive to your job, which happened to be where you had met him. You ran a small thrift store just walking distance from your apartment. There had been no need to drive anywhere, until you opened up another branch on the other side of town.

You had met Spencer there, he had come in at night, just before close. He shopped around for a few sweater vests and cardigans until you had told him that you needed to close. His mumbled apology had been so cute you remember it to this day.

When he noticed that you walked home in the same direction as his, he offered to keep you company. At first you thought he had done it out of guilt since he made you stay late, until you realized he liked your presence. It was not a romantic relationship (not yet at least), you both didn’t kiss or anything, but you did love to tease him.

He cared about you, and you about him, which is why he eagerly offered to teach you to drive when you mentioned that you were scared to learn with an instructor. You preferred to be taught by someone who you knew and knew was a good driver. Spencer was just that, even with jittery fingers and tapping feet.

Since then you had become a great driver, good enough that you felt confident indulging in one of your dreams. You had always wanted a motorcycle, the wind blowing in your face and the freeing quality it had, had always made you desire one. Despite Spencer’s protests about the potential for even more safety hazards than a car you still indulged your dream, confident in your skills that Spencer had laid the foundation with his excellent teaching skills even while slightly fearful.

You had taken to it like a fish to water, it had been even easier than when you had Spencer teach you. Now it was the time to show the master how the apprentice approved, though you highly doubted Spencer liked to be called a master at driving. More like a teacher, a nervous one.

It did take some convincing for him to agree to ride on your motorcycle with you.Somehow, through gentle persuasion throughout the last few months, you had done it. He had prefaced it saying that it would be the only time it would ever happen, and you made it your goal to change his opinion. You highly doubted he’d ever want to drive it, which was fair considering he couldn’t stop the thoughts of statistics about safety in his head. You hoped though, that maybe he’d like riding with you.

“Is it safe?” Was his first question as soon as he arrived at your small thrift store you owned, jittery with nerves.

“Well- hello to you too.” You sassed cocking your hip to the side while holding your helmet in the small of your waist. He blushed bashfully, then finally said hello before you assured him, “I wouldn’t be bringing you if it wasn’t safe- I wouldn’t be driving it if it wasn’t safe.”

“Ok- I trust you.” He relaxed a little, though he was obviously still nervous.

To cheer him up a little you pivoted the conversation onto a more jovial topic, “Will you wear a leather jacket?”

“Maybe next time- if you convince me to get on the death trap again.” It was rare to see Spencer tease you back, but you thoroughly enjoyed it.

Quipping back you said, “Maybe I could get you to drive it too”

“I think I’d need training wheels for that.” A snort came out of you at that; it was funny imagining Spencer riding a motorcycle with bicycle training wheels.

“That would be a sight to see.” You swung your leg on to mount the vehicle, ready to take him on a spin. You then prompted him while getting your helmet on, “Come on pretty boy, let’s do this- and get that helmet on.”

He was a little nervous just going by the shaking in his palms, but he still put the helmet on and climbed on- albeit a bit awkwardly.

He wrapped his hands around your waist snugly when you roared the motorcycle to life. Whenever you had to break he clenched tighter, maybe not enough to leave bruises, but enough that it would be implanted in your memory for a good long while. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him.

You could tell he had slowly relaxed a little bit more even while keeping a strong grip on you as you made your looped path charted out in your head. Starting at your store and ending at your store, it was longer than maybe it should have been, considering Spencer’s grip on you had made your arousal spark to life.

You soon realized you weren’t the only one enjoying this, feeling something slightly stiff as Spencer shifted slightly at a red light. Oh, he was enjoying it. His cock confined in his pants was growing harder as the journey progressed.

“Did you have fun?” You questioned just as you pulled back into where you started, even though you already knew he did.

He squeaked out a measly, “Yeah!”

You smirked again, out of sight from his face. Biting your inner cheek in thought, you contemplated whether or not to act on it. It would be so easy to just swivel your hips and begin to grind down on his erection that had been pressing into you during the whole ride.

Fuck it, this might be one of your only chances to make a move. You tilted your hips just a smidge, leaning back just a little into him. You heard a hitch in his breath, his hands he had around you tightening back around you, pulling you in closer.

He whimpered when you sat back a little more, testing the waters just a little further. When he himself rolled his own hips once you had to ask, “Do you want me to keep going, Spencer? Do you want this?”

His helmeted head dropped into the crook of your neck, nodding into it as he began to rock into you a little. You gripped around the handles that you were still holding, all you had done was break so far. You were both in broad daylight perched on top of the vehicle. Turning your head as much as you could when you realized he hadn’t verbally responded you prompted sharply, “I need you to speak up, pretty boy. Do you want this?”

“Yes!” He gasped quickly at your prompt.

You then ground yourself back onto his bulge, rotating yourself slowly to feel the torturous friction. The fact that your bottom halves were still clothed only made it even more devastating. No one was around as it was the weekend, when you weren’t open and no one was really around. You still tried to stifle any noises you were tempted to make as his own hips started to undulate into your own.

A person could round the corner and immediately see two people grinding like teenagers onto each other. You both may have been completely closed, but it was quite obvious what you were both doing.

The extra friction you were getting was building a burning orgasm in you, the noises you had been trying to hold back were too hard to stifle. A moan came out of your mouth when Spencer moved down his hands from your waist to the outside of your hips, pulling you down on him with even more ferocity.

When his phone then began to ring you both let out a groan, your hips stopping any movement you had been making over his hard bulge. He reluctantly pulled out his ringing and buzzing ancient phone. Which you would normally find endearing that he carried around somewhat arcane technology, but your weaning arousal was wanting you to smash it on the ground.

“Hello? Hotch?” You groaned, knowing exactly what this meant. There was no way this was going to go further tonight, Hotch wasn’t calling him on the weekend just for paperwork. He was about to leave for a case.

You ripped your helmet off of your head out of frustration while he continued to talk. Grumbling while wiping the sweat that had started to accumulate, Spencer chattering away quickly at Hotch telling him he’ll be there in about ten minutes.

When he got off the phone he began to stammer in apology, this was the only time I’d ever want to cut him off, “There’s no need to apologize- go catch a bad guy.”

“Thank you- and thanks for-r the ride and- um the other thing… I’ve got to go now, I’ll uh- talk to you later.” He then awkwardly shuffled off, trying to conceal his obvious bulge even though you were the only one around to see it.

When he got into his car, you were happy he had brought it for once. You wouldn’t have let him walk all the way to his office from here, and you would have had to drive him with his bulge pressing into your ass again.

“I’m gonna need a cold shower.” You added, mumbled underneath your back as you put your helmet back on, ready to drive back to your apartment to hopefully freeze your frustration away.

—-

The next time you saw him- about a week later, a little blush immediately graced his cheeks, probably thinking about what happened last time. You kissed his cheek and felt how hot they had gotten just by being in his presence. He was here again, early this time, ready for you to open up your shop for the day.

“You’ve got to wait 30 minutes until you can buy something, I don’t open till then,” You then flashed a smirk towards him, he might die from being overheated if you kept teasing him. Still, you continued to do it, “Can’t be seen to show you any favors, pretty boy. Then everyone would want one.” As soon as the keys turned to unlock you didn’t open the door right away, instead turning back to face him. He fidgeted even more underneath your direct gaze, also averting his eyes. You let go of your hold on the keys, bit your lip and added, “Though, I think you’d be the only one I’d want to be my favorite.

He stuttered a bit at that, before changing the subject, “Um- I came here to actually thank you for last week… I had a lot of fun.”

You then cocked your head to the side in question, “Didn’t you already thank me last time?”

“Yeah.” He responded meekly, clearing his throat a few times while he collected his thoughts. “Can we finish what we started?”

You beamed, as it had been exactly what you were hoping for. You made your way back over to him, this time to pull him by the front of his shirt to press a steaming kiss to his lips. He moaned, letting your tongue run over his teeth a few times before you deepened it further. You were panting by the time you released him, but worked through the gasping breaths to answer verbally now, “Of course- come inside with me. If you won’t go on another ride with me after this while wearing a leather jacket, I’ve got a leather jacket you can wear while I ride you.”

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Covetous: Part One (Yandere Tomura Shigaraki x Reader)

Request: A yandere shigaraki who falls for his friend's girlfriend when his friend first introduced her to him he liked her as a friend but he kept getting fond of her more and more till obsession. Cheers up whenever he sees her or his friend bring her with him, his family aren't that nice so he envy his friend and wants her to be with him. The friend and Reader aren't aware of it. (Shigg is a normal guy here not a villain) so how would he deal with it ?

Author’s Note: so for clarity, I made this piece a quirkless au make it fit with the premise more, hope that’s okay! Also, I’m thinking of doing another part of this, so please leave a comment or send a note to my inbox if you’d like to see that!

Trigger Warning: degrading language, Shigaraki being a sexist creep, implications of masturbation

Part Two

           “C’mon man,” Spinner was saying, “please don’t be playing that when she comes over.”

           Glancing up from his hentai game, Shigaraki scowled at his friend and roommate.

           “Why the hell not?”

           “Cause I don’t want my girlfriend seeing that perverted shit.”

           “You mean you don’t want her to think you’re friends with a perv,” Shigaraki scoffed, bringing the game closer to his chest protectively.

           “Well, yeah,” Spinner sighed. Shigaraki rolled his eyes at his friend’s admission, wondering just what the hell he was on to honestly care what some stupid slut thought of him or his friends. Yeah, Shigaraki hadn’t actually met you yet, but he was sure that you couldn’t be any different from any of the other girls he knew. Ones that either edged away from him as he came near, whispering nervously to their friends that some creep was making his way over, or ones that thought they were better than him, laughing loudly if he even looked at them. You would fit into one of those categories, Shigaraki was sure, all girls did. And as far as he was concerned, no girl was worth becoming some kind of simp over, no matter how much you were spreading your legs.

           Ready to tell Spinner all that, Shigaraki opened his mouth, only to shut it again when he looked over at his roommate. Spinner was staring at him so earnestly, with his fidgeting hands betraying just how nervous he was about you coming over. Spinner might have been acting like an idiot, but Shigaraki just couldn’t bring himself to hurt his friend like that. Even if you would end up hurting him eventually, Shigaraki growled to himself.

           “Fine,” Shigaraki answered. “If I’m still playing when she gets here, I’ll make sure to have it so she doesn’t see.”

           “Thanks, bro,” Spinner said, knowing that was the best he would get. With that taken care of, Spinner went back to compulsively straightening up the apartment, trying to make it look as nice as possible for you. Rolling his eyes again at the lengths that his roommate was going to try to impress you, Shigaraki buried himself back into his game, dreading the moment when you would walk through the door and he’d have to play nice with a judgmental bitch.

           He didn’t have very long to wait, with a soft knock sounding at the door just a few minutes later. Honestly, Shigaraki was tempted to hide out in his room until you left, but his stubbornness wasn’t about to allow him to let you take over his goddamn apartment. So instead he kept himself planted firmly on the couch, not even looking up as Spinner practically ran to the door and grinding his teeth as he listened to you two say hello.

           “So this is my friend…” Spinner began to say, hesitating as he realized that he wasn’t sure if Shigaraki wanted to you to know his birth-given name, as he did with people he wanted to keep firmly at a distance, or the name he had given himself that he preferred his friends to use. Disappointed that he was going to be forced to talk to you, Shigaraki brought his gaze up from his game, landing it instead on where you were standing just a few feet away.

           You…did not look how he expected you to. You weren’t sneering at him for one thing, weren’t looking at him with even the slightest hint of disgust. Smiling at him brightly, you honestly looked thrilled to meet him. And that, that made him feel…kinda nice.

           “Tomura Shigaraki,” he found himself saying. “I already know your name though.”

           “I hope Spinner didn’t bore you, talking about me,” you laughed, holding out your hand towards him. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

           For a moment, Shigaraki simply stared blankly at your hand, a part of him worried that you might be trying to trick him. Still, his hand eventually moved of its own accord, reaching out to accept your handshake. When his hand finally touched yours though, Shigaraki only barely kept himself from cursing under his breath. Your skin was just so damn soft. Was the rest of you this soft?

           “So what’re you playing?”

           “What?” Shigaraki blurted, suddenly worried that you might have caught a glimpse of his game’s graphic images. For some reason, he no longer found the thought of you seeing it amusing. Although whether that was because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or because he didn’t want you to think he was a creep, he wasn’t exactly sure.

           “What game are you playing?” you repeated yourself, not noticing the warning look that Spinner flashed his friend. “I don’t really play video games much, but I think the way some games are constructed is just so cool!”

           “Oh, um, I’m just playing some new indie game right now. Dead Cells.” Out of the corner of his eye, Shigaraki spotted Spinner sigh silently in relief at his answer. But truthfully, Shigaraki couldn’t bring himself to really care all that much about his friend’s reaction. For some reason, he just couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

           “I don’t think I’ve heard of that one. What’s it about?”

           “It’s—”

           “Sorry,” Spinner interrupted, “but we’ve gotta get going if we want to make the movie.”

           “Oh, shit, you’re right, babe. Well, again, it was really great meeting you, Shigaraki!”

           Shigaraki didn’t say anything back, instead just nodding at you as you gave him a small wave goodbye. For some reason, the moment that he heard you call Spinner “babe,” Shigaraki’s throat closed up painfully.

                                          *****************************

           From that day onward, you became something of a fixture at Spinner’s and Shigaraki’s apartment. You would relax with Spinner on the couch when the two of you got out of work, have movie nights, and get takeout. After meeting you, Shigaraki still half-expected himself to retreat to his bedroom when you came over, only venturing out for snacks or the bathroom, but for whatever reason he found himself lurking around in the kitchen and the den. Sometimes Shigaraki would heed his friend’s pointed looks and leave you two alone, but more and more often he just couldn’t bring himself to. Part of the reason for that, Shigaraki argued, was probably because you were just so goddamn nice.

After you had left that first day, Shigaraki had tried to tell himself that your friendly demeanor was just an act, something you forced yourself to put on to make a good impression for your boyfriend. Even as he was telling himself that though, Shigaraki had a hard time believing it, with your warm eyes and sweet smile scorched into his mind. And any scraps of doubt that he had built up disappeared when he saw you again and you acted just the same, not just polite but actually kind, actually interested in what he had to say. You never made him feel like a third wheel either, never made him feel awkward when he saw you in his place or like he shouldn’t be there. That was something completely new for Shigaraki, he had never had someone in his life who was always, without fail, happy to see him, not with his family, not even with Spinner. So no, Shigaraki wasn’t going to walk away from you, from that feeling, just because Spinner told him to. Honestly, even if he wanted to, he wasn’t sure that he could.

When you showed up at the apartment before Spinner one day then, Shigaraki couldn’t help but be excited to have you all to himself for once. As soon as he cracked open the door and saw you standing there, he practically ripped it off its hinges in his rush to let you in. You didn’t seem to notice just how overeager he was to see you though, simply flashing him your usual kind smile as you walked inside with a covered pan in your arms.

“Hey, Shigaraki!” you greeted him happily. “Thanks for letting me in!”

“No problem,” he answered, mumbling just a bit. Then, even though he didn’t want to take your attention away from him, Shigaraki added, “Spinner’s not here right now though, he’s still at work.”

           “Oh, I know. Can you keep a secret?” you grinned mischievously.

           “Sure.”

           “We were planning to just order a pizza tonight, but I thought it’d be nice to have something homecooked. So I made some chicken marsala to surprise him!”

           “Why’d you bring it over early though?”

           “Well, I was actually wondering if I could maybe use your stove to make the rice?” you asked shyly, your timid smile making Shigaraki’s heart oddly tight. “Mine’s out of commission. I’ll totally clean everything up!”

           “I believe you,” Shigaraki laughed quietly. “Go right ahead.”

           “Sweet, thanks!”

           And so, Shigaraki walked you over to the kitchen, staring at you closely while you gathered up everything you needed. You had brought your own box of rice along in your bag, correctly assuming that neither of the boys would have one in their cupboards. You were able to find a measuring cup and a pot by some miracle though, and when you bent down to grab the latter from the bottom cabinet, Shigaraki’s eyes, by some strange will of their own, made their way towards your ass.

           Shit, he thought to himself. Fucking shit.

           Feeling the quickly growing tightness in his pants, Shigaraki tried to shake his head and turn away, reminding himself over and over that you were his friend’s girlfriend. But no matter how loudly he told himself that, he just couldn’t pull his gaze away from your tempting curves. It was only when you straightened back up that he was able to look away, though that was definitely more so you wouldn’t notice the way he was leering at you. For when you bent back down to turn on the oven and slip the chicken inside, his eyes found you again immediately. His gaze traced over your legs, devouring each bare inch of them until he reached the hem of your teasingly short dress and imagined what it would be like to run over every inch of your skin with his hands. With his tongue.

           Some part of Shigaraki knew that any other person would call him a bad friend—not to mention disgusting—for the way he was drooling over you. But really, he couldn’t bring himself to care. How could he possibly waste time feeling conflicted when there were so many inches of you to explore?

           Even when you stood up again and turned back towards him, Shigaraki still couldn’t stop staring, surreptitiously glancing up at you from his handheld every few seconds. His ogling went completely unnoticed by you though, your focus on digging through your bag for something elusive. A moment later, you found what you were looking for and pulled it out in triumph: it was an apron. Not just any old apron though, Shigaraki noted. No, this one was soft and frilly, with a light pink checked pattern that Shigaraki already knew you would look downright adorable in. His crimson eyes wide as you pulled it over your head, Shigaraki tried to keep his panting breaths quiet.

           The very second that Shigaraki spotted that you couldn’t immediately find the strings at the back of the apron, his feet were moving of their accord, until he was standing right behind you. If he moved just an inch forward, he realized hungrily, he could graze your bare skin.

           “Here, let me,” he rasped.

           As he took the apron strings in his hands, Shigaraki leaned forward slightly, taking the chance to breathe in your scent while no one was around to stop him. Fuck, he thought as he bit back a moan, you smelled so good. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to just go ahead and bury his face in your hair, in your neck, where he could drown in your scent. Barely holding himself back, Shigaraki tied the apron for you, his hands trembling from the urge to pull you back against him. When he tied the bow though, he took a small step forward, a shuffle small enough to seem like his was only adjusting his footing. But that small movement brought him close enough to you so that his groin just barely brushed against your ass. Licking his lips at the touch, Shigaraki felt his nerves shudder in a truly delicious way at just how good it felt to have you against him, how right it felt.

“Uh, thanks, Shigaraki,” you said. The confusion in your voice was enough to have Shigaraki smirking, so clearly could he see the thoughts flashing by in your mind. Was Shigaraki trying to make a move on you? Would he really do that to Spinner? Or were you just overreacting? He didn’t have the most practiced social skills, after all, so he could have just genuinely been trying to help. And that touch was probably just an accident, right?

“Call me Tomura,” Shigaraki replied, his voice soft enough to obscure the order hidden there.

“Oh, um, that’s—”

           “C’mon,” he chuckled forcibly, “we’re friends, right? It’s stupid for you to keep calling me Shigaraki.”

           “Oh, okay.”

           “Okay…?”

           “Okay, Tomura,” you answered with just the slightest bit of hesitation.

           “See,” Shigaraki said as he finally stepped away, “isn’t that better?”

           Not bothering to wait for your answer, Shigaraki went back to his chair at the kitchen counter, picking his handheld back up. The whole time that you were making the rice though, he continued to sneak peeks at you when you weren’t looking. With it only being the two of you in the apartment, Shigaraki soon found himself lost in fantasies. What if you were his girlfriend, he imagined, dutifully making him a homecooked meal after his hard day at work. What if you had gotten all dressed up for him, picking out that inviting dress and cute apron all so he would have something nice to look at when he got home. What if you were just waiting for him to tear off those temptingly fragile scraps of clothing and fuck you on the kitchen counter.

           So lost was Shigaraki in his fantasies that he almost didn’t hear the apartment door begin to open, signaling that Spinner had made it home at last. While you tossed off your apron and made your way towards the door, Shigaraki took that as his cue to head back to his bedroom. For as much as his body screamed at him to stay as close to you as possible, he didn’t think he could handle seeing you act all disgustingly gooey with Spinner when he was the only one who deserved your affection. But he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing your apron from the corner you had shoved it in and taking it with him into his bedroom. He might not be able to have you yet, Shigaraki smirked, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t satisfy him in other ways.

Part Two

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a/n ⇾ thank you, thank you, thank you for the amount of love you all have shown me on the first installment of this series! I hope you enjoy the second installment just as much - this one is a little less goofy than the first! I hope you don't mind✨ thank you for reading! 

LIFE WITH BANGTAN | ot7

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genre ⇾ fluff-idy mcfluff fluff fluff   

pairing ⇾ bts x fem reader

summary ⇾ the boys (especially Jungkook) miss you a lot while they’re away on tour, so much so that you become the topic of their conversation in Jin’s hotel room. In result, they decide to FaceTime you to check up on you...

warning ⇾ some cringe-worthy goodness (AS ALWAYS), a lot of cute shit, swearing & if you squint… you might see Yoongi saying some freaky deeky things… dassit

words ⇾ 2,6k

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Twelve midnight and the members of BTS  are finally back in Jin’s hotel room, relaxing after a long day of rehearsals and a three hour show. 

They sit around the living room, food and cola surrounding them as they talk about the events of the day. Whilst everyone is discussing how happy they are with how the concert went, the youngest of the seven men, is in a world of his own, thinking of nothing and no one else but you.

“Has anyone spoken to our girl today?” Jungkook asks before taking a sip of his cola. 

“No, not since she texted the group chat this morning.” Jimin informs the younger male before shoveling chop sticks full of ramen into his mouth.

“She texted us?” Jungkook’s eyes brows furrow in confusion. 

How could he have possibly missed a text from you? He’s always the first person to respond when you contact them via group chat. 

“Yup.... Did you not get it?” Hoseok responds then lets out a strained burp that has been stuck in his chest for almost five minutes. A sigh of relief falls from his mouth as he slouch a little in the spot he’s taken up on the floor. A few minutes ago he felt like he was going to explode from all the ramen he had consumed but after letting out some built up gas, he feels a lot better.

Jungkook gets up immediately and walks to the bedroom where his phone is charging. He unplugs it and the screen lights up. He doesn’t waste time going through the notification. JK unlocks his phone and opens the green messaging app. Surely enough the first conversation in his inbox is the group chat that consists of his members and you. 

‘How did I not see this?’ He thinks. 

His eyes scan over the screen and his notices the little crescent moon icon to the right side of the conversation. 

“Ah” He says, coming to a realization that he must’ve put his phone on Do Not Disturb last night and had forgotten to take it off. 

Now, come to think of it, he thought it was a bit strange how he wasn’t getting any notifications all day unless the phone was unlocked. It all makes sense now.

He walks back into the living room to reclaim his precious seat next to Yoongi on the other couch. “My phone was on do not disturb.” Jungkook explains. 

“You fool.” Jimin teases causing a few of the other members to laugh. Jungkook opens the group chat label ‘Y/N AND THE CHIPMUNKS’: a name you came up with and no one has decided to change it as they knew you’d just change it right back. 

Jimin tried to once and the impending name war went on for a month... You obviously won though. 

Jungkook looks at the group chat, scrolling past all the responses from his Hyungs until he finds the messages you’ve sent.

Yesterday 8:30 AM 

Y/N  

hiiiiiii, it’s yo girl 😏 lol 

Y/N

this messages is a bit long bc i know you guys are busy and can’t answer the phone so a text is the next best thing! 

Y/N

just wanted to wish you guys good luck and tell you i love you! i know you’re all gonna do great! and Mr. Jungkook, pls stop lifting Chim’s shirt up during shows... it’s hard enough as it is that you guys aren’t here, i don’t want to be tortured by videos too 😭

Y/N

oh and speaking of that, i’ve decided to go back to my apartment for the remainder of the month... it’s too hard to be at the dorm when you guys aren’t in it... it’s too big and feels so much loner...

 plus i have a lot of school work to catch up on which is a good thing. it’ll keep me busy until you guys get back...

and don’t worry Mr. Seokjin... i locked up and set the alarms perfectly, everything is fine! 

Y/N

anyways that’s all i wanted to say! pls don’t skip your meals and don’t get sick or hurt. come back to me the same way you left me! i love you guys so much, have fun!

Jungkook’s heart swells in his chest. You are the girl of his dreams and he can’t believe he ‘s lucky enough to have you in his life, let alone share you with six of the the people he loves and trusts most in the world. 

He couldn’t be any more content than he is now, right in this very moment. 

“I miss her.” Jungkook sighs, capturing the attention of the older men in room. “We all do.” Namjoon replies, knowing good and well that the her Jungkook was referring to is you... “I wish she would’ve came with us this time around... I don’t like being away from her for so long.” Jimin chimes in as he uses the chop sticks to push the leftover ramen around in his bowl. 

“You know how important school is to her... We couldn’t let her miss three months of classes for us.” Jin reminds them. “Not that she wouldn’t if we begged her but, you know… We beg her to miss school” He adds with a shrug of his shoulders.

‘Stupid school.’ Jungkook thinks. 

Although he’s not happy with the circumstance, he understands and accepts them just like the rest of the guys do. Jungkook knows you want to become a veterinarian, he knows you have dreams of one day opening up a vet/animal shelter and he wants nothing more than for you to do just that and achieve your dreams but he just misses you so much when you’re apart and he’s sure the others feel the same way, they’re just better at keep themselves distracted.

“I told her to take those online classes...” Yoongi remembers the day he told you that taking classes online would be the best for your schedule. You’d be able to relax at home but still get the lessons you needed to graduate and not only that you could spend more time with them, at the dorm or on tour. 

The idea sounded tempting to you at the time but you decided against it. You wanted to get the full college experience and you didn’t think you’d be able to do that from inside the boy’s dorm. 

“Then she’d be able come with us everywhere...” Yoongi adds. He takes a sip of his drink then leans back in the chair, spreading his legs out to get a bit more comfortable. 

“Do you think she’s still studying?” Jungkook asks curiously. The eagerness he felt to talk to you had grown since you had become the topic of conversation between the seven of them. 

“Maybe? Either studying or asleep by now.” Hoseok thinks out loud. 

“Tae called her not too long ago. She sounded like she was exhausted.” A little pout forms on Namjoon face as he thinks about how tired you must be from a full day of classes and work.

He hopes that you are resting well as he’s caught you more than once going days without sleeping or eating because you’re studying or too focused on an assignment due. Even though Namjoon is also a victim of this vicious cycle of not eating or sleeping, he doesn’t want you to fall into the habit. 

“Oh...” Is all Jungkook says in response. 

“I hope she hasn’t fallen asleep at her desk again.” An image of you pops into Jin’s head. One where you are hunched over your desk, with your head resting uncomfortably against one of your text books. 

“She’ll wake up with a cramp in her neck.” He adds, concern laced in his voice.

“Should we call her now to see if she’s okay?” Jungkook suggests as he perks back up in his seat. 

“We shouldn’t disturb her. It’s really late.” Tae points out as he stands to pick up the trash from around the room.

“It’s only two am there.” Jungkook protests. 

“That’s late Jungkookie.” Yoongi leans his hand up and ruffles Jungkook’s hair fondly. He then gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. 

“But Hyung…” Jungkook starts. He turns to Jin, his doe-eyes widen slightly before he speaks. “Can’t we call quickly to check on her? I just want to hear her voice before bed.” Jungkook pleads. 

Jin doesn’t hesitate when he says “Okay.” It’s hard for him to say no to Jungkook when looks at with those bright doe-eyes of his.

Unfortunately for Jin, Jungkook isn’t the only one he has a weakness for. You also have Seokjin wrapped around your finger and both you and Jungkook know it. 

From time to time the two of you will team up together and use your charm to persuade Jin into getting what you want and this only happens after you two have failed with Yoongi. 

With Jin? It works every time and as much as he likes to act like he hates it, he secretly lives for it because he loves when the two of you act cute for him. 

Jungkook smiles brightly and brings his attention down to his phone. He taps the green telephone icon then searches for your name. He quickly presses the FaceTime button and waits...

The phone rings three times before your sleepy face comes into frame. Your hair is a mess, your cheeks are slight puffy, your eyes are tired and there are bags starting to form underneath them and in this moment.. You are the cutest thing Jungkook has ever seen.

“Baby~” Jungkook calls cutely. You smile sleepily at him through the screen. The sound of his voice immediately puts you at ease. “Kookie… I miss you.” You say and the words make Jungkook cheeks flush a subtle shade of red. “I miss you too.” He confesses.

“Let me see her.”  Jin requests as he get up from his spot on the couch. He takes a few steps across the room before coming to plop down on the other couch where Yoongi had been sitting.

Jungkook stretches his arm out to holds his phone out further so he can capture both himself and Jin in frame.

“Ohhh, Jin. You look so handsome.” You tell him sweetly. 

How he’s able to still look so good and well rested after a full day of preforming is beyond you.

“Of course. My name is Kim Seokjin.” Jin says confidently and you laugh. “Of course!” You agree through laughter. “Only Kim Seokjin is able to look this good after a full day of entertaining millions of fans.” You egg him on and he smiles proudly at you. “I miss you Mr. Seokjin” You speak again. “I miss you too Princess. We wish you were here.” He tells you before blowing you one of his infamous flying kisses. You pretend to catch it and he laughs. “What about me!?” You can hear Jimin yell from across the room. You can almost envision the sulky pout of his lips from you not giving him attention. You giggle at the thought. 

“Of course I miss you Chim. I miss you all so much.” You say loud enough for them to hear you.

“We miss you too darling.” Tae shouts from the kitchen. 

Namjoon comes from out of the bedroom and sits on the arm rest of the couch. Jungkook turns the phone to Namjoon and you are greeted by his deep dimpled smile. “Hi Joonie.” You say as sweetly as you always do. “Hi baby girl… You look tired.” He says immediately upon seeing your face. 

You laugh at the fact that he’s so worried about you after he’s just finished preforming for a stadium full of adoring Army. If anyone looks tired, it’s him. 

“You shouldn’t worry Joonie. I’m fine. You on the other hand… I hope you are resting well. I hope you all are getting enough rest.” You say truthfully. Namjoon smiles at how considerate you are. “I’m fine. We’re all resting well.” He reassures you. “Good. Keep it up.” You say sternly and he chuckles in response. “What are you doing baby?” Jungkook asks as his face pops back up on the screen.

“I was studying but I guess at some point I fell asleep.” You inform him. 

“At your desk?” You hear Namjoon’s voice from a distance. 

You hesitate a bit before answering “…Yes.” You know a good scolding is come so you sit patiently and wait for it.

Yoongi has come out the bathroom in time to hear the conversation between you and the boys. He hears when you say that you did indeed fall asleep at your desk, yet again. He leans against the wall with his arms across over his chest. “Kitten...” He says. You can tell by the tone in his voice that he is a little bit upset with the info he’s just heard from you. 

“Don’t worry my love…” You start before he can reprimand you. “I’m gonna go to bed right now.” You try to convince him.

Yoongi walks over and takes the phone from Jungkook. His heart breaks just a little when he see the exhaustion behind your eyes. “Imagine if we hadn’t called… You’d still be sleeping at your desk.” He says. “Not true…” You object. “I would’ve gotten up eventually.” You mumble but of course he hears every word with you being so close to the phone. “Kitten, please rest properly… Or I’ll have to punish you when I get back home.”  There’s a hint of playfulness in Yoongi’s voice but you know him well enough to know that that playfulness is only there to cover up the dominate and lustful tone in his words. 

You blink a few times before responding, a little thrown off by his sudden assertiveness. “Okay...” You say and he raises and eyebrow at you… “Okay?” He questions, not pleased with the way you’ve chosen to respond to him. You feel a small shiver run down your spine as he speaks to you. “Okay daddy.” You answer him correctly this time and he smirks at you. “Good girl.” He compliments you. Before you can say anything else, you see a very tired looking, Jung Hoseok coming into frame behind Yoongi. 

Hobi rests his head on Yoongi’s shoulder and smiles at you through the screen. “My Angel.” Hoseok speaks softly. “My Hope.” You respond in the same tone. “I love you.” He says straightaway and your heart skips a beat for what feels like the hundredth time since you’ve been on this video call with them. “I love you more baby.” You tell him and smiles wider. 

“We’ll see you soon. Okay?” He reminds you.

“Okay.” You nod your head. “You guys get some rest.” You encourage them. “I love you all very much.” You shout loudly enough for all your boys to hear from where ever they are in the hotel room.

The sounds of ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I’ll see you soon’s’ and ‘I’ll talk you later’s’ and some flying kiss which you know are all from Jin, come booming through the speaker of your phone. 

You laugh loudly and return the flying kisses, putting your lips up to the phone to make kissing noises. “Bye Darling!” Taehyung bids you a farewell and you do the same to him. “Bye!" and with that the call ends. 

You can’t wipe the smile off your face. How did you get so lucky? Most girls have one amazing boyfriend but you? You are blessed enough to have seven and everyday you are grateful that they have chosen to love you… 

[footballbromance]

“Clever Costumes” - A Gotzeus Fic

I have been away for 300 years. I apologize. Gotzeus was one of the most requested things in my inbox/messages. So I wrote this little thing. I’m also working on a longer fic about Mario returning to Dortmund, because that’s something I never wrote about. Hope you all enjoy this! I apologize for the long hiatus. I’ll probably be taking new requests soon. I write football or kpop, and the requests can be submitted here. Football fics are posted here. Kpop fics are posted on ao3.

Title: “Clever Costumes” Pairing: Mario Gotze/Marco Reus Disclaimer: This is probably true. Mario is an idiot. (It’s actually not. I don’t own anything. Rating: Teen, I suppose. There’s a bit of language. Word Count: 1198 Summary: Mario’s choice of costumes makes Marco question his choice to date him. Notes: It’s Halloween the First, so here you go! Warnings: This is not beta’d. I am sorry. Don’t link this story to any other social networking site or copy and paste it anywhere, especially livejournal, fanfiction.net, or ao3. It’s my original story. Have some respect. Read it and leave it here. Thank you.

“It’s a stupid fucking idea.”

“It is not!” Mario whines.

“It is.” Marco is lazily insistent. His eyes are on his phone, scrolling through Tumblr and his latest obsession – puppy photos with fall themes.

It’s October. Everything is fall colors and Jack O’ Lanterns until November 1st when everything becomes fall colors and pumpkins.

“Marco! This is our first Halloween as a couple.”

“Mario, we’ve been together for six years,” Marco rebuts as he reblogs a photo of a yellow lab with a tiny orange and black witch’s hat perched on his adorable head.

“I know that!” Mario is pacing around the living room in their shared flat. “But it’s the first time we can go out in public as a couple!”

“So, this is how you want to advertise our relationship to the public?”

“Couple’s Costumes, Marco! Everyone wears couple’s costumes when they’re together! It’s cute!”

“I won’t argue that some couple’s costumes are cute.” Marco shows off the image on his screen. Two Golden Retrievers in what could be couple’s costumes – one is a Jack O’ Lantern complete with a little hate with a pumpkin stem; the other, a witch with a witch’s hat.

Mario tries to scowl, but he cracks. Grinning, he says, “Send that to me. It’s so cute.”

Marco sends it to him after reblogging it from his own blog, resumes scrolling through his dash.

Mario resumes arguing his point. “Marco, come on! We have to wear matching costumes.”

“Mario, I have no real problem wearing matching costumes. But your chosen costumes are fucking stupid and I’m not wearing them. Think about it.”

“It’s CLEVER.”

“It’s not clever.”

“IT IS MARCO!”

“Perhaps I’m just too ignorant to see the cleverness of it. Please explain it to me.” Marco rolls his eyes and reblogs a kitten curled up inside a pumpkin bowl. Not a puppy, so how it’s in the “fall puppy” tag, he doesn’t know, but it’s too cute to resist.

“Marco.” Mario growls out his name.

That might be sexy, if Marco wasn’t so convinced that his boyfriend was a moron.

“My name is Mario,” he says after a few moments.

Marco offers no response.

“Marco!”

“What?” Marco sets aside his phone finally. “Was that your explanation? Your evidence to support your idiotic case?”

“Obviously.”

“Your name is Mario. That’s it. Your name is Mario.”

“Obviously.”

“Your name is Mario.”

Mario plants his hands on his hips and glares at Marco. There are no puppies to make him crack this time.

“Your name is Mario, which is why you want me to wear that. And you’ll wear that.” Mario nods after every “obvious” statement his boyfriend makes. “And that will make people see that, not only are you exceptionally clever, we’re a couple.”

“OBVIOUSLY.”

“Mario!” Marco explodes off the couch. “You moron! Firstly, it is not clever for me to dress up at Mario because your name is Mario.” Mario starts to interject, defend himself, but Marco waves him off and steamrolls over him. “Secondly, it is not clever for you to dress like Luigi because your name is Mario.” Again, Mario attempts to interject. Marco karate chops the air between them. “BUT. THIRDLY. THE MOST IMPORTANT THING THAT YOU HAVE FUCKED UP ABOUT THIS IDEA IS THE FACT THAT MARIO AND LUIGI ARE BROTHERS, YOU DOORKNOB!”

“Doorknob” is all Mario says in response.

“Don’t question my choice insult. Just acknowledge the fact that you’re an idiot.”

“Right after you acknowledge the fact that you’re mean.” Mario pouts.

“Mario, I told you it was a dumb idea when you texted me from the costume store. What did you expect me to do when you actually dragged the costumes home?”

Mario crosses his arms over his chest and pouts harder.

“Seriously, Mario… Tell me why it would be a good idea for two guys who like to have sex to dress up as Mario and Luigi for Halloween?”

Mario shifts a little, but basically keeps up the same pouty crossed-arms stance.

“Mario, you do know that they were brothers, right?”

“I thought they were friends!” Mario spouts.

“Mario, the video game was called Super Mario Brothers! Not Super Mario Friends. Certainly not Super Mario Boyfriends!”

“Oh, shut up, Marco! I didn’t think about that game. I just thought of Mario Kart and how we love it. And how my name is Mario and wouldn’t it be funny if I dressed as Luigi and you dressed as Mario.” Mario stomps his foot. “Damn it.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have been funny even if we weren’t dating.” Marco pats his arm. “Take them back. Buy something else.”

“No. I’ll return them, but I’m not buying new ones. We just won’t go to the party.”

“Okay.” Marco walks toward the kitchen. It’s nearing dinner time and his stomach is rumbling.

Mario stomps after him. “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO ARGUE WITH ME!”

“I just called you stupid like five times. I thought the arguing was over.”

“NOT THAT. You’re supposed to argue with me that we need another costume and we have to go to the party because the whole team will be there and the national team and we can eat cookies and we can kiss in public!”

“We could stay home, eat candy, and have sex in private.”

“Don’t try to tempt me with sex, you siren!”

Marco narrows his eyes at him. “Mario, sirens…”

“I’M LEAVING!” Mario dramatically whirls away from Marco and stomps back to the living room. He snatches up the costumes and flails his way to the door of the flat. He makes enough noise to raise the dead, tempting Marco to call him back.

Marco doesn’t even offer him so much as a glance as he continues into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

  When Mario slams the front door an hour later, Marco is back on the couch with a bowl of chicken curry that he ordered in after realizing he was too lazy to actually make dinner.

“Dinner’s on the counter. I got you a curry.”

“I FOUND THE BEST COSTUMES.”

Marco groans and hangs his head.

“THIS TIME IT REALLY IS CLEVER!”

Marco groans louder and stuffs his mouth full of chicken and rice. With any luck, he’ll choke to death and won’t have to hear the next words out of Mario’s mouth.

“I’LL BE A FOOT AND YOU CAN BE A BALL! THE BALL INFLATES!”

It takes all the self-control Marco has not to spit curry across the room. “Mario, if I look up from this curry and you are holding a foot costume and a ball costume, I will break up with you right now.”

Marco hears Mario’s footsteps retreating to the door.

“JUST KIDDING. I’LL BE RIGHT BACK. I, UH, FORGOT SOMETHING.”

The door slams and Marco stares down at his curry.

“I could be single,” he mutters. “I don’t really need a boyfriend.”

The door opens a moment later. “Marco, are you sure it’s not funny?”

“If you don’t disappear, I never want to see you again. I’m going to embrace the SINGLE LIFE!”

The door slams again and Marco deflates with a sigh. What did he do to deserve falling in love with this idiot?

[daughterof-chaos]

Promises Made

Author’s Note: Hello, and Welcome to the first imagine for Music Monday #2! This is a Herman Kozik imagine based on the song Widowmaker by Nonpoint as requested by the ever lovely (and one of my faves) @lokis-mayhem. I sincerely hope you like this, as I took it in a different direction. Rated M for language and violent themes.

**UPDATE** This is my work–originally posted to my old blog @callmemrskozik which is no longer in use. Just wanted to put it out there so people don’t fill up my inbox accusing me of plagiarism.

Promises Made

-XX-

Think this is easy for me? But I chose this life I chose it like I choose to breathe But I want this life for you and me So I’m risking everything that I believe And hope that it might Change things. Explain things

I gotta get this pain to leave me now

It will get better somehow

Don’t invest your heart too much Cus one day I’m going to break it See I have plans to die young I’m the widowmaker So don’t invest your heart too much Cus one day I’m going to take it And bring it to the only place that you can’t go yeah I’m the Widowmaker

-XX-

The love story of Herman and Mia Kozik is about as unconventional as it gets; the contrast of bad ass biker and small town librarian is enough to draw speculative glances from even the most open minded of individuals.

Kozik loved it. He relishes every dropped jaw and winging eyebrow that is shot their way when he picks Mia up from work, even after all this time. It’s been nearly seven years and while he thought that surely by now some of the shine would have worn off, he’s finding that he’s wrong.

The beginning of their relationship was anything but easy, and he still shoulders the blame, it was after all, his bike that went through the Library’s window nearly crushing the new librarian, on her second day of work.

But that wasn’t what she had even been pissed about.

Oh no.

She stood vibrating with anger, the nylons she word under her black pencil skirt running from knee to ankle, palms screaming from the force of her fall, and she was mad about the books ruined by his bike.

He would only admit it to a few people that it was while she screamed at him on the steps of Charming Library he started to fall for her, and after six months of apologizing she finally agreed to go on a date.

Two years in she got his crow.

Four years in they got married.

Year six they welcomed Amelia, a beautiful raven haired blue eyed angel who has effectively wrapped Herman, and all his fellow Sons around her tiny little finger.

And here he stands, seven years to the day that his bike crashed through the window of her library, and he can’t help the grin that breaks on his face when he sees her coming through the doors. She’s dressed casually today, but still his need stirs as she draws close, and pushing himself off of the bike he swoops her up, the kiss he plants on her long and scorching.

“Mmm, happy anniversary Mrs. Kozik,” he says and when she stares at him perplexed he laughs.

“Herman, we got married in October. It’s July,” Mia says and the silence that settles between them is short when she realizes what anniversary it is that he’s commemorating. “Well then Mr. Kozik, how do you want to celebrate?”

“Mmm, well Amelia’s with your folks for the night, I thought a nice ride,” he says pressing a kiss to her cheek, “then maybe we can recreate our first time…”

-XX-

See it’s hard for me to explain The game and the rules have changed And I don’t think you wanna play this game anymore The future for a person like me is always the same The rules haven’t changed for me It’s a game you can’t win you sure you wanna play? Only thing I know is you can’t win So why even begin? Don’t invest your heart too much Cus one day I’m going to break it See I have plans to die young I’m the widowmaker So don’t invest your heart too much Cus one day I’m going to take it And bring it to the only place that you can’t go yeah I’m the widowmaker

-XX-

Loving him was the easy part. It came as easy as breathing for Mia; it was the rest of it that was hard. Waiting for him to come home after long rung runs, holding her breath every time she saw flashing lights and heard the all too familiar wail of sirens. Herman had considered transferring back to Tacoma, but decided against it, because it wouldn’t be fair to take Amelia away from the only place that she has ever known to be home. Of course there was a part of Mia that thinks his reluctance to leave has more to do with the shit that’s been turning Charming and SAMCRO upside down, then it did with their eighteen-month old daughter.

He tells her everything, even when he doesn’t want to, and she knows it’s an imposition for him to be as open and honest with her as he is. Not because he wants to lie or hide anything, but because he knows what the worry does to her, and the implications it could have if ever someone decided to come for the women of the club, which seems to be happening more and more often.

Sure, there had been a few times she was tempted to pack up and leave; and as she lays beside him under their favorite tree she studies his face, fingers reaching out to trace his smooth skin and as she watches him sleep she remembers when he came home just last week, blood splattered all over him.

He confided in her that he managed, barely, to survive a literal mine field. Her heart dropped when he unzipped his black sweater revealing a white t-shirt sprayed with the blood of a fellow who wasn’t as lucky as Herman.

“I can’t keep doing this Herman…” Mia’s voice shook as she bit her lip, tears pooling and threatening to spill over as he bent at the waist to unlace his boots. He looks up slowly, pain flashing through his eyes.

“Mia what are you saying?” he asked and then she exploded.

“You were almost blown up! Blown up Herman! I would have gotten nothing back, there would have been nothing left of you to lay to rest…how much more, Herman, how much more is SAMCRO going to ask for?” she demanded brushing at the tears that raced down her face.

“You knew what you were getting into Mia, getting wrapped up in me,” he says evenly, despite how completely blindsided he is by the things she says. “I warned you.”

“You warned me…” her tone betrays her disbelief at his apparent nonchalance, “you never warned me about land mines Herman! You never warned me of all the shit that has happened. Children being kidnapped, women murdered….”

“Where is this coming from, really, Mia. We’ve dealt with a lot worse than this, I mean, I came home. I walked through a literal fucking mine field and came home to you…” he says anger seeping into his words.

“I’m pregnant Herman!” she screams quickly pressing her hands to her lips, “when we had Amelia, I thought, I hoped things would calm down, and they did, for a while, and well, here I am, pregnant again and things, things are just so much worse.”

He held her all through that night, pillowing her head against his chest as his large hand rested over the tiny life growing inside of her, and they made promises. Promises for the next days, weeks, months, even years to follow. Promises of love and protection, he’d always kept his promises.

-XX-

Fall I might not be there for you Yeah if you fall I might not be there for you Don’t invest your heart too much Cus one day I’m going to break it See I have plans to die young I’m the widowmaker

-XX-

The pain had been shocking, and standing on the steps of the library she pressed a hand to her stomach and pulling it away she stared in disbelief at the blood that slicks her fingers.

“Get down!” someone screams and lifting her face she sees people running and upon hearing the voices raising in panic, she drops onto the steps.

“Ma’am, ma’am can you hear me?” the voice is far away as a face swims into her line of sight, and then everything snaps back, becoming perfectly clear. “We’re here to help you.”

“I’m pregnant,” Mia says but she doesn’t recognize the voice that escapes her, and giving a violent cough, she realizes that all those promises made, will have to be broken.

::

He’s lays under the lifted car he’s working on, the shop music pumps loud and hot and he because his hands know what to do without even thinking about it, he lets his mind wander.

Mia’s pregnant. He’d be lying if he said there hadn’t been a jolt of panic that coursed through him when she told him. Not that he doesn’t want another kid; he does, and secretly he’s hoping for his boy, but even if he ended up with another little girl, if she’s anything like Amelia, well, he’d be more than content with that. The fear came from realizing just how close he came to not coming home to Mia and Amelia, and the little one still growing, and that fear has thoughts of transferring back to Tacoma running through his mind again.

It’s so much quieter there; and a hell of a lot safer that’s for sure.

He lets out a breath, deciding that it might be time to bring it up again, and then he’s snapped from his thoughts by the sudden silence.

“What the fuck? Who turned off my music? Happy, I swear man if it was you,” he rolls out from under the car and looking to his side he sees Jax and Wayne standing by the door. He pushes to his feet, and grabbing the rag from his back pocket he wipes his hands. “What’s going on?”

“Do you got a minute son?” Wayne’s voice is soft and flashing his eyes to Jax momentarily Kozik nods.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“You might want to sit down,” the tone gives away the severity of this impromptu visit.

“I think I’ll stand,” Kozik says his heart picking up speed in his chest. “What is it? You’re freaking me the fuck out…”

“There was an incident a little bit ago, at the library,” Wayne says and for Kozik everything else shuts down, every thought simply flitting away as his number one priority became getting to Mia.

“Mia! I have to get to Mia,” he moves to brush past the men, but Jax’s hand grabs him by the shoulder stopping him.

“Brother, I’m sorry…” the sadness in Jax’s eyes shines so brightly its almost blinding. “Mia’s gone.”

“Gone?” the word feels foreign in his mouth as his legs give out on him and he hits the ground. “We’re having a baby…she promised…she promised…”

-XX-

So don’t invest your heart too much Cus one day I’m going to take it And bring it to the only place that you can’t go yeah I’m the widowmaker

-XX-