#but if a customer even looks at me im going to scream and punch a wall i am not in the mood today

[kurthorton]

have to work when im tired and in a bad mood hate this

[deadmandreams]

Warnings: nothing special just a bit of swearing

One | Two | three

Toji pov:

"toji what is it over there? who are they?" toji wished that he have enough bullets for this party. seeing a land rover from distance with crazy dirtbags on it.

"y/n remember about those people I told you about?"

"yeah?"

"They're here. pretend I wasn't here"

"but toji..." toji was out finding someplace to hide and observe his target. five or six people come off the truck. damn. he was here for them at the first palace but now he was surprised. and y/n was in danger. they got in and went straight to y/n. they were saying something and one of them shot through the air. those few customers in the diner ran away. the cook got out of the kitchen but they punched him in the face. y/n was shaking and crying. some of them pointed a gun at her and threatened her. even though toji felt bad for her but he couldn't risk his situation. y/n agreed to whatever they said and they kept the cook.

y/n pov:

toji got out of the door. A few seconds later some men got into the diner and started firing guns.

"alright folks, we're closing. get the hell out of here." one of them got closer

"not you, you're gonna stay " suddenly yaga attacked them

"NOO yaga please don't. they're armed." but it was too late. Yaga fell

on the floor

"no please...please don't hurt us...please...we didn't do anything wrong." "is alright. you don't wanna hurt? no one wants it either. it's easy. listen to whatever we say and we let both of you go. deal?" you agreed. you will do anything to stop this chaos.

"good. good. what did I say to you guys? they will understand. as long as you put a gun on them they do anything." other guys laughed.

"Now little girl you're gonna do us a favor and nobody will get hurt. Aww, you don't need to cry."

you couldn't stop your tears. having a family that waits for you at home makes it so hard to think straight.

"alright. now listen carefully...listen. we're here today to deal with somebody. but this somebody doesn't take what we offer him, instead, he wants more. you know young people who are new in business think they're better than anyone but it's not true. anyways this guy is new in the business but wants a lot more than he deserves. so he pissed us off. and you know when someone pisses me, naoya zenin off, should pay for what they've done. you know what I'm sayin?"

you shook off your head repeatedly.

"good. so like I said we agreed. but he put one condition. that we shouldn't have any weapons at this meeting. now I'm not a person who can take my gun away from me, but this guy is the sickest person I've ever seen. I've been in this business long enough to know what these sick people can do. I'm not scared, we're not scared of him. but he needs to know his place. so in conclusion the favor we need you to do is..." he snapped and one of his people gave him a gun

"That please kill this son of a bitch for us." "WHAT?"

you blinked. one. two, three times. someone just asked you to kill a person for them. they looked at you like they didn't expect you to scream out

"I'm sorry gentlemen for letting you down but I never touched one of these. and killing someone with it? this is far from my personality and personal beliefs. I highly recommend you to find a better place or at least a person to this deal."

you were ready to go and hide behind anything before they change their mind, but he gripped your shoulder and pressed it hard. you kept down your voice to not squirm.

"listen princess, don't you remember a few seconds ago when I said YOURE GONNA LISTEN TO WHATEVER I SAID SLUT OR IM GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU."

you just remembered how these guys played that dramatic show in the beginning.

"I'm sorry that I do not know how to do it, I'm sorry that I haven't killed anyone before"

"You're talking sarcastically to me? bitch" after his heavy slap you couldn't hear or see things clearly. you fell on grand and he grabbed the front of your uniform.

"I gave you one chance. god if he didn't make me come here I would kill you first in the place. it's your last chance. no more games. I'm giving you this gun and my people will learn you how to use it. you better use it properly and kill the bastard with the first shot. also if you want to do anything funny remember that we got your friend hostage."

"NO please let him go. why you're doing this? at least you could've asked him instead of me to do this job for you."

"I don't know. I liked your skirt kinda. if it was me I wouldn't expect a cute waitress like you is going to kill me. after all your big friend is unconscious now, you better watch yourself or he will stay asleep forever."

you hiccuped and tried to stand on your legs again. it seems there's no choice. you have to cooperate with these people.

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 8)

a/n: oh my! we have finally reached the end of this story and I never thought it would turn out to be this long but im happy it did! thank you for reading and loving it, and now, enjoy the last part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4k

warning: just pure fluff

SERIES MASTERPOST

masterlist

“Girl, even if you don’t win, you’ll surely take the title of the hottest woman on the red carpet tonight.”

Florence’s words make you chuckle, but you try not to move your lips too much as the makeup artist finishes up the last touches on them, using a nude shade.

“Stop, my head is big enough already,” you tell her, giving her a look through the mirror. She is standing a few feet behind you, already wearing her beautiful, golden Versace gown that hugs her perfectly. Her hair is up in a neat bun so her back can be on full display and the diamonds in her ears can also shine brightly. She looks amazing while she is the opposite of what you’ll look like tonight.

Rhonda, the makeup artist has an amazing notion about your look when you showed her the gown you’d be wearing tonight and since the dress is not the sparkly kind, like Florence’s, she went a little heavier with the glitter on your eyes, using mostly whitish-silver colors, creating rosy cheeks and topping it with nude, glossy lips. Your hair is in loose curls with a bunch of extension, creating the illusion that you might as well be Rapunzel herself tonight. But you are the most excited about the gown that’s already waiting for you to be finally put on.

“What time is it?” you ask Florence as you don’t have your phone on you, but she has hers in her hands already.

“We still have half an hour before we have to leave. Dude, I can’t believe you are an Oscar nominee and might turn into a winner tonight!” she sighs, eyes shining bright with excitement. She hasn’t come off of this high for days, so over the Moon that you get to walk the red carpet tonight as a nominee.

“Don’t jinx it, Flo,” you warn her.

There’s a knock on the door of the hotel suit you’ve occupied for the glamming and Florence is quick to rush to it answering, but you both know who it is. As she throws the door open Harry comes to your sight, looking  as handsome as ever, wearing his custom made Gucci suit with a pink dress shirt underneath that matches your gown perfectly.

“Florence, you look wonderful!” his british accent fills the room, making you smile. Rhonda sets your makeup with some spray and you’re finally done. Standing up you move your legs around a bit as they went a little numb from all the sitting.

“Thank you! Pink suits you well, Harry,” your friend compliments your man and you watch them smiling.

When Harry’s eyes set on you, the light up, his smile widening from ear to ear. He looks spotless, freshly shaved, his hair recently cut and combed into place for a change. Not that you don’t like it when it’s all tousled and messy, especially when it’s because of your fingers.

“Angel, wow!” he breathes out as he walks up to you, taking your hands in his. You know he wants to kiss you, but doesn’t want to risk messing your lips up, so he is left with admiring you with only his eyes.

“Just wait until you see her in the dress!” Florence chimes in making you chuckle. You kept your dress a secret, wanting to surprise him with the first look. You gave out only the most necessary details for Lambert so the two of you could match.

“You’d be great like this too,” he teases, taking a look at your fluffy robe.

“I’m not going to the Oscars in a robe,” you tell him with a narrow-eyed look.

“I know, I’m just saying that you’d still be stunning,” he mumbles with a boyish smirk.

“Y/N? Time to choose a necklace!” Your stylist, Rupert appears from the room where your gown is hanging. He has a few jewelry boxes in his hands and he sets them all to the coffee table, opening up you are met with four breathtakingly beautiful diamond necklaces, each of them different yet so magical looking, you can’t decide which one you like the most.

“Harry, which one do you like the most?” you ask, kneeling down next to the table, mesmerized by the jewelries in front of you. Harry leans down and inspects them one by one before poking on the last one in the row. It has three rows of diamonds, not too big, the stones in the last row are shaped like water droplets, it’s such an elegant looking piece, it surely caught your eyes as well and you think it would be perfect with the dress.

“This one,” he tells you and you nod, shutting the other boxes, satisfied with the choice.

“Alright, time to get you into the gown, girl,” Rupert winks, gesturing at you to follow him into the room.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Harry, risking a quick peck on his lips before you disappear in your temporary dressing room.

You fell in love with the gown on the first fitting when Rupert pulled it out, still in the finishing phase. It still has pins in it, but it already took your breath away. It has a massive A-line skirt and a tight upper part that hugs your body perfectly, a row of buttons running down the middle of it. The sleeves are puffy, but then end in a tight run from a little above your wrists, the same set of buttons appearing like on your chest. It’s giving out some Victorian style vibes in a more sophisticated and simpler way, but it’s by far your favorite dress you’ve ever worn to any event.

It surely needs the extra pair of hands from Rupert to put it on, but once you are secured in it, you feel like a princess straight out of a fairytale and surely, your prince is standing on the other side of the double doors.

“Alright! Everyone get ready for the big reveal!” Rupert announces, sneaking out the room so he can open the door for you. He waits a few moments as you hear everyone shuffle around outside, probably lining up to see you walk out in your finished state. “Okay, three! Two! One! Welcome our Oscar nominee!” he cheers, a round of applause is heard before you even appear, but it’s quickly replaced with gasps when Rupert pulls the doors open and they get the first glimpse of you in your gown.

“Holy fuck!” Florence gasps, mouth hanging open as she keeps raking your form up and down. Your eyes find Harry’s gaze and you see him in a state you haven’t often found him in the past almost two years you’ve been dating. He is completely speechless, eyes glued to you in awe as if he just saw an angel in real life.

“Y/N, I—wow,” he breathes out, still at a loss of words.

“You like it?” you ask with a shy smile.

“I fucking love it, baby. You look… You really are an angel,” he tells you, making you chuckle at his words.

“Would you please help me put on the necklace?” you ask him and he nods eagerly, carefully taking the jewelry out of its box and walking behind you, he brings it around your neck, his fingers delicately working on the clasp. Once it’s all set, you step to the floor to ceiling mirror, taking in the final look.

“There won’t be a straight woman left on Earth once you step on the red carpet,” Florence bluntly comments, making everyone in the room laugh.

“Let’s take some photos, I need to immortalize this masterpiece,” Rupert gestures around, already grabbing his camera.

The next ten minutes you take hundreds of photos, alone, with Florence and then with Harry. He still seems a little stunned by your look, feeling shy when he circles his arm around your waist, but it’s cute that you can still have such an effect on him after being together for almost two years.

Florence snaps some with your phone as well, your favorite is when he held your waist and leant you back, making you arch backwards as your noses touched since he couldn’t kiss you. You already know it’ll end up as your lockscreen, replacing the selfie the two of you took on your latest trip to Hawaii.

When it’s time to leave you grab your little purse with your phone and other necessities and the three of you pile up in a minivan, since your dress needs all the space so it doesn’t get wrinkled before you step out to the red carpet.

As you sit in the car and watch the buildings pass by, your nerves start to rise in you. When the nominations came out a month ago it seemed so far, you couldn’t imagine yourself actually attending the Academy Awards, but now here you are, on your way to find out if you’ve been good enough to be the best.

Your role in Sinful Heaven has brought a lot to your life aside from the nomination. The three months of filming was one of the hardest times in your life you’ve ever worked through and at some points, you didn’t even think you’d get through it. Working so closely with Levi took a toll on you while you were trying to prove in such a heavy and serious role. It was a mess especially at the beginning when you and Harry were still in this weird phase, but that eventually turned right when he literally punched Levi in the face and ten minutes later asked you to be his girlfriend. It’s a badass way to start a relationship and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, especially because it put Levi into place or at least scared him enough to get off your back for the rest of the filming.

When Harry left following that visit, you couldn’t see each other until filming wrapped and you flew straight to him and travelled with him for the next two weeks, hopping from one city to the other, watching him perform every other night and spending all your time with him.

When the movie premiered eight months later, you didn’t appear with Harry by your side, Maya was your date for the evening, but by that time everyone knew you and Harry are an official couple. Neither of you felt like hiding it or caring about what others would think and you were able to focus on each other and rely on the strong foundation you’ve built for your relationship.

He was there with you when the nominations came out and probably screamed louder when your name appeared in the list. With tearing eyes and choked out sobs you jumped into his arms as he mumbled into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you, Angel. So, so proud!”

And now you are on your way to the show, only hours away from finding out if your dreams will come true tonight. Harry squeezes your hand and you turn to face him, his soft eyes meeting yours.

“Nervous?” he asks with a small smile.

“Very,” you admit with an airy chuckle.

“Whatever happens tonight, I’m very proud of you. Don’t forget that.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, giving his hand a squeeze back.

Since it’s the first time you and Harry appear on the red carpet as a couple, once you set your feet out of the car, everyone goes nuts. He helps you out and even fixes your dress so it falls just perfectly around your frame before he offers his arm. You link your through it, taking a deep breath as the two of you start walking down the carpet, posing for the photographers.

You feel powerful and strong, like it’s the peak of your career, but you also feel that it wouldn’t be the same without Harry by your side even though he is making sure to let you shine tonight. At one point he even steps back for a moment so photographers can snap you alone and you think it’s such a caring move from him.

You feel a little dizzy from all the flashlights by the time you walk into the theater, Harry holding your hand tightly as he leads you to your seats.

You’ve been to plenty award shows and it’s not even your first Academy Awards appearance either, but for obvious reasons, it’s the most important. Sitting in your plush chair, you can barely stop yourself from continuously fidgeting as one category follows the other and it’s still not yours.

Then following a jaw-dropping performance from Dua Lipa, Chris Evans walks out with a golden statue and an envelope in his hands and your heart skips a beat, but not because of the man himself, but because you know he is the presenter of the Best Actress category.

Your hold on Harry’s hand on your lap tightens and you glue your eyes to the big screens behind Chris as he smiles around.

“Good evening. It’s a pleasure to be here and to present the award for Best Actress. The theater tonight is filled with exceptional talents, but let’s see the nominees,” he speaks into the microphone and then he starts listing the names.

Emma Stone, Anne Hathaway, Margot Robbie and Rooney Mara are called and a camera fixates on each of them when Chris says their names, all smiling brightly and waving around before your name is called at the end. Taking a deep breath you plaster your most wonderful smile across your face, waving around like the other nominees did before the big screen splits, showing the five of you simultaneously.

“We’ve seen some spectacular performances from these ladies and now let’s see who proved herself to be the best this year.”

Chris flips the envelope open and pulls the little paper out that has the winner’s name written on it and for a moment you’re convinced you’ll pass out. You’ve never felt this anxious before and you’re gripping Harry’s hand so tightly you’re surprised he hasn’t pulled it back, but he is patiently putting up with your nerves, his eyes glued to the man on the stage as well.

“And the Academy Award for Best Actress goes to…” Chris starts with a charming smile, holding a short pause before he finally says the name. “Y/N Y/L/N for her role as Marie Davidson in Sinful Heaven!”

Your mouth hangs open, ears ringing as you process that your name was called. Everyone around you jumps up, including Harry, who is screaming just like when the nominations came out, while you are completely blank. It takes you a couple of moments to realize that you in fact just won your first Oscar and everyone is waiting for you to go and get your little statue.

“Baby! Baby you won!” Harry cheers as he helps you up from your seat and you throw yourself into his arms as reality sets in. “I fucking love you, Angel. Go and get your Oscar!” he laughs, pride all over his face as he urges you to walk up to the stage.

“Walk me up, please!” you stammer, not trusting yourself with walking in this fragile state. He offers his hand without a second thought, walking you to the stage where Chris is politely waiting for you to help you up on the stairs.

“Thank you,” you breathe out once you’re finally up on the stage, every set of eyes on you as Chris hands you the little statue.

“Congratulations,” he smiles as the two of you exchange two kisses on the cheeks before he steps aside and lets you give a speech.

You thought about writing a few words beforehand, but you figured if you end up being the winner you’d forget the whole thing, so there would be no use and that’s the case. Your mind is still blank as you look down at the award in your hands, the crowd still cheering on you, giving you a few extra moments to figure out what to say.

“I uhh—I don’t even know what to say, this feels like a dream,” you admit talking into the microphone, the clapping dying down so that everyone can hear your words. “I want to thank to everyone who worked on Sinful Heaven, because I wouldn’t be here without them. To my wonderful director and amazing costars, it’s been such a wonderful journey with you all. Thank you to my friends and family who were there with me from the very start, believing in me when I was losing faith in myself, thank you for never giving up on me. To my parents who I assume are now crying in front of the TV,” you add chuckling softly, imagining your mom and dad in tears as they listen to your words. “This is a wonderful sign to me that I am where I need to be and that I’m on the right path, so thank you for giving me even more motivation to keep me going on my way.”

Your eyes roam around all the guests until they fall on one proud man staring at you in his Gucci suit and pink dress shirt, his green eyes looking glossy as he listens to your words.

“And last but not least, thank you to one special person, because I’m convinced I wouldn’t be here tonight without him. I have one thing to tell you.” Forgetting about everyone in the theater you hold up the Oscar in your hand as you finish your speech: “Never have I ever loved someone like I love you.”

The crowd starts cheering again as you step away from the microphone and Chris is quick to jog up to you and help you down the stairs, Harry rushing back to take your hand once Chris lets go of it.

You catch him wipe a tear off his cheek as the two of you walk back to your seats hand in hand. Once you are settled, you take a deep breath and turn to Harry who is already looking at you, the same proud smile you saw from the stage still on his handsome face.

“I have never,” he tells you as his answer to the last line of your speech and you chuckle as your free hand finds the back of his neck, pulling him close. The lipstick on your lips long forgotten as you finally kiss him for the first time tonight.

“I have never either,” you whisper against his lips before kissing him again and again.

***

  Smiling around you wait for the audience to quiet down as you make yourself comfortable in the familiar armchair. It’s such a nostalgic feeling to sit here again.

“Y/N, it’s so nice to have you here again,” Ellen greets you once the clapping has stopped.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Of course. A lot has happened since the last time you were here, you won an Oscar just a few weeks ago, congratulations!”

The cheering starts again as a picture of you appears on the screen behind you, wearing your iconic pink gown, holding your Oscar in your hands.

“Thank you,” you shyly smile, still not entirely in peace with the fact that you are now an Oscar winning actress.

“Such a major thing, congrats.”

“Thank you, it is a huge thing, yes.”

“Do you already have a spot for the award? Does it have a designated place?”

“Well, for now it is in my study along with some more mementos, but I’m planning to have a little stand made in the living room,” you share your plans.

“Surely, I would want to show it off if I had an Oscar,” Ellen chuckles. “You have such a busy time behind you, have you been up to something new lately?”

“We finished filming the third season of The Umbrella Academy, so now I’m having a little break before I jump into anything new.”

“Sounds nice, you deserve all the relaxing. Anything planned while you’re on a break? A new book to read, or maybe a concert to go to?” she asks and you already know where this is heading.

“You know you can just ask if I’m planning to attend a Harry Styles concert,” you bluntly tell her, making the audience and Ellen laugh.

“Well, I was just asking around about your plans, but I’m happy you plan to visit Harry’s concert! It’s also good to know that the situation has changed since the last time you were here, you definitely have been to one of his concerts since then.”

“I have been, yes,” you admit smirking.

“And I assume the two of you are now very close, am I right?” she asks and suddenly a paparazzi photo of the two of you appears where you’re walking down the street hand in hand just a couple of weeks ago.

“You could say that,” you nod, biting into your bottom lip.

“Amazing, because he is going to join us now. Everyone, please welcome Harry Styles!” Ellen announces and turning around you spot Harry walking out from backstage, the audience screaming for him. He shyly waves around walking up to the center, greeting Ellen with a kiss on the cheek before he turns to you, pecking your lips shortly as he sits down next to you.

“Harry, so good to see you again,” Ellen smiles at him.

“Good t’ see you as well,” he nods.

“So, the last time you two were sitting here, you—it was the first time you ever met, right?”

“Right,” you nod with Harry.

“And now you are…” she gestures at the two of you, not finishing the sentence, but everyone knows what she meant by that.

“And now we are… not strangers anymore,” Harry says chuckling, making everyone in the studio laugh.

“Certainly,” Ellen nods. “Alright, I thought that we could play another game, just to bring back some nice memories,” she explains, reaching behind her armchair, grabbing the familiar board from her, flipping it in your hands with a nostalgic smile.

“Can we keep it PG rated though?” Harry asks, examining his board before looking up at Ellen.

“No,” she simply answers, reaching for her cards as the audience starts laughing. “Okay, you know how to play it, no need for explanation. Here is the first one: Never have I ever used my fame to get in somewhere.”

Ellen is quick to show the I HAVE side of her board and you slowly do the same while Harry thinks to himself.

“Oh come on, you surely have,” you elbow him playfully as he smirks in your way, holding up the same side as you and Ellen.

“We all have, it’s not a shame,” Ellen shrugs. “Next one. Never have I ever forgotten the name of someone right after they introduced themselves.”

Ellen holds up the I HAVE side and you do the same again while this time Harry flips it over to I HAVE NEVER confidently.

“Really?” Ellen asks him, surprised at his answer.

“I’m good with names,” he simply shrugs.

“That’s a good trait. Alright, let’s move on. Never have I ever punched someone in the face.”

It’s a sneaky and very shady statement. Just a few days after the incident with Levi, word got out that he was punched, a few blurry pictures floating around the internet of his bruise, then fans figured out it had to happen around the time Harry visited set and people were quick to put the picture together and assume that Harry was the one who hit Levi, but it was never confirmed.

Glancing at your boyfriend you are fighting your smile back, holding up the I HAVE NEVER side as he is looking back at you slyly, continuously flipping his board before it finally lands on I HAVE, the audience immediately rumbling at the partial confirmation and seemingly Ellen is also amazed by Harry’s honesty.

“Alright, interesting. Love that for you, Harry,” he comments making everyone laugh as you reach over and give Harry’s hand a squeeze. “Last one,” Ellen announces, reading the last statement from her cards. “Never have I ever fallen in love with someone I played never have I ever with.”

Ellen quickly shows her I HAVE NEVER side as you suck your lips into your mouth, glancing at Harry again. You share a look before you both slowly raise your boards, both reading the same sign on them: I HAVE.

[misguidedasgardian]

My love, his duty // Chapter 8

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You never celebrated your birthday that much, but, Bucky had other plans for you

Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Queen!Reader (very ambiguously described)

Chapter Warnings: cursing? talk about sex, pregnancy, medieval customs and beliefs, failed attempts against a pregnant woman, mentions of abortive herbs, a soft smut, a little blood and small injury.

+18 please. Minors be warned

Word Count (Chapter):

Notes: I don´t know why but in my two fics I haven´t been treating Sharon kindly, I really like her character in the MCU, but well she is the one that had scenes with Bucky so it's easier to picture them together, Sorry Sharon.

“The Queen is with child!” screamed Bucky at the top of his lungs in the middle of the court, everyone then started clapping and chanting, his friends came close to congratulate him, and hugged him. Many would agree that they have never seen him so happy, “And she is craving plums!” he said, laughing, “My favorite fruit! Can you believe it?”

“I shall fetch some from my own gardens” said Sam smiling widely, “For her”

“You would win both our hearts Sam” Bucky said, “I can't believe it! It's happening so fast!” suddenly his face of pure happiness was changed by one of pure fear

“You are going to be fine” said Steve, tapping his shoulder in a comforting way

“Yes but, a couple of months ago it was just me, then her, and now, a baby” he murmured

“Yes it is fast, but everything is going to be ok” said Tony, “My wife is pregnant as well” he said with a wide smile

“Congratulations!” yelled Steve, embracing his friend

“Yes you are right!” said Bucky, his spirits restored, “The walls of this castle will thunder with the laughter of little kids, and the hallways shall be filled with little footsteps and games” So the King looked at Steve and Sam, “so you better get to it, uh?”

“Yes, so they will all grow up together” said Tony

“How is she though?” asked STeve

“Oh Pepper is great, all over everything like always, she is at home running things with an iron fist” he said proudly, “Now I get to be here without concerns because she can take care of everything”

“And how is our Queen?” Steve asked then

“She is great” he said, “She is returning everything she eats before noon but after then she is strong as always”

“Morning sickness are a good sign” said Tony confidently

“Yes, but im scared about the council and the court pressuring her, I really want to just have her locked up in my room”

“Slow down tiger” mocked Tony, “Pepper won't even let me touch her”

“You are glowing” said lady Jane

“I don't believe that's true, I feel very sickly” you giggled, as your ladies were witnesses of how you threw up your breakfasts in the morning

Lady Jane was helping you put the corset of your gown, and when she tied it at your back and attached it to your body, you felt a sharp pain rickling at your belly. You shriek at the sudden pain. Jane stopped at once and you felt bad about scaring her when you grabbed the corset and tore it from your body.

“Shit!” you cursed, not being able to stop it

“Your majesty, what's going on?” Wanda asked, but she gasped, as all of them did, when they saw drips of blood from your belly, tainting the fabric of your dress

“Oh god” you cursed, you didn't feel any pain inside, but in your skin

“Look!” Lady Natasha grabbed the corset, and she found sharp pieces of glass, hidden between the seams

“Who would do this?” asked lady Sarah. Nat helped you get rid of the gown, to check at your wounds

“Bring the physician” demanded Wanda

“I'm sure this isn't necessary!” you exclaimed, but it was too late

In the other side of the palace, Bucky couldn't believe what he was reading, and he wanted to punch himself

“She is going to kill me” he said, reading the document

“I understand this was made and signed in a time where you didn't care about the marriage” Vision said softly, “But right now, with the marriage sealed and consummated, fulfilling the alliance, I'm afraid there is not much we can do”

“This cannot be” he said, reading the paragraph over and over, “Bring me Lord Fury”

In short minutes, the man showed up in the council room

“We have called upon you from abroad to tend and help the Queen in the great matters of the state, but before this assignment was drawn upon you, you were doing… another service for the crown”

“I was creating your intelligence web” he said firmly

“Indeed, and now I need it” Bucky passed the document to him, “The fifth term” he read it hastily. Fury grabbed the document

“Yes, this makes sense” he said

“But why?” Bucky asked, “Have you learned anything?”

“Yes, indeed” he said, “I´m afraid our Queen´s native country is in the brink of a civil war”

“Why?” he asked

“There are many that opposes the rule of the King, since he isn't from the royal bloodline of the house of (Y/L/N), but only the husband of the late Queen” he told him, “There even less of them, that support her majesty´s half brother, indeed they call him a bastard and won't support his rule after his father has passed”

“So what do the people want?”

“They want her” he said softly, “They yearn the return of the daughter of Queen Elizabeth, their rightful ruler”

“But she left when she was just a child” Bucky said, amazed

“They still chant her name in tabers and gatherings, claiming “God save our rightful Queen”

“So that's why he sneaked in that fifth term” he said, “If the succession of his son fails, he wants another, the son of the rightful Queen

“Indeed” Fury said, “He wants you to deliver your second born male heir, so he could one day rule their country, and secure his realm”

“I'm not giving him any of my children” he said strongly, “I don't care what my father and I signed 6 years ago”

“We will fight this” said Vision, and Fury agreed

“What if we take this to our advantage? What if the Queen takes the throne, with the support of our troops?” suggested Bucky

“Your majesty!” called Peter, interrupting, entering the room, “It's her majesty” Bucky stood up rapidly

“What is it?” he asked, “Is everything ok? Is it the baby?”

“The physician is with her” Peter said, “She is injured but she is fine”

Bucky walked fast towards your room, to find you laying in bed, with a thin nightgown drawn up,only covering your breasts, discussing with the doctors

“I'm telling you I'm fine” you said softly

“What's going on?” he asked, still scared

“The Queen is injured” said the one closest to him

“I'm not injured” you said, “It's just some scratches” he leaned into you, as he examined the now clean cuts

“What happened?” he asked again, “Is the baby ok?” he looked for answers in his physician, and in Wanda

“The prince is fine, your majesty, she cutted her belly with pieces of glass” said Bruce

“Glass? How did she manage to do that?” then your lady handed him your corset, “What is this?” someone hurt you on purpose”

“I'm fine” you said

“Somebody wanted to hurt you and my child!” he growled, “I want to find out who did this”

“I shall talk to the guards” said Wanda

“No more corsets for you” he commanded, “I´ll send your way the court´s seamstress, she will make loose gowns for your growing belly” he demanded, and looked at Wanda to seal his command as she nodded to confirm it. He walked away from you and your room to find Steve, who was in the courtroom.

In a matter of minutes, The King had Fury and Steve in front of him

“She is not taking this seriously” he said to both, “Somebody did this on purpose to harm her and my unborn child” he said, “I want to figure out who did this and I want him or her disemboweled”

“I will conduct an investigation” he said, “The first one to be questioned are her ladies, you must know that”

“Ok, but play nice until you find something odd, if you harm them or make them unsafe she will demand your head, you didn't see her with Rumlow”

“I heard she was fantastic” he said amazed

“Yes she was” he said, enamoured, “But still, be nice to them, ask them about their comings and goings, who was the first to get to the room, who was the last to leave at night, when was the last time she worn that corset, and so on”

“Very well”

That night Bucky won´t even let you coming back to your chambers, he insisted you slept with him that night, and the nexts as well though. You had waned him that you coulnd´t lie with him he assumred you he was fine with that, but you were starting to sense it was a trick.

“Oh fuck, you are getting more curvy” he purred in your ear, as his big hand grabed your breast sofly but strongly, making you moan, “You are growing more beautiful everyday” he promised, as the same hand snaked under your nightgown

“You might hurt the child” you contradicted between moans, you really needed him, your body needed him

“You know that's not true” he purred, “come on gorgeous, just the tip, just a little bit” you whined but leaned into his naked back when you felt him trying to open you up with his thick member

“Just a little” you surrendered, moaning when you felt him inside you.

He made love you to, softly and lovingly, hugging you and caressing you tightly against him. And afterwards you slept just like that, protected and cared for in his embace.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, caressing your face

“Tired, but fine” you murmured, not wanting to even leaned in, you wanted to stay in bed all day”

“Very well, you should stay here then” he purred, kissing your forehead, “all day”

“I won´t argue with that” you said, pleased

Bucky left you in his room while he prepared for his meetings for the day, when he was reached by Joquin, one of your guards

“M´Lord, one of her majesty´s maids is with the physitian” he said, worried beyond words, Bucky frowned and looked at him

“Why would that concerned me?” he asked. He swallowed thickly

“His majesty should speak with Bruce Banner” He hastily walked towards the lower floors, to the palace his physitian resided and tented to wounded and sick patients.

The girl was there, screaming and twisting in a bed. gripping at her stomach

His friend came to him quickly

“You majesty, I´m afraid…”

“Why would this concern me?” he asked

“She admitted to have… consumed some sweet treats that were delivered late at night to her majesty´s chambers” he muttered. Bucky looked at him in panic.

“What?”

“It had a strong herb that would have mudered the prince in her majesty´s belly” he said carefully. And Bucky right then, knew true fear

"Somebody is trying to kill my unborn child, and his mother with him"

"She wouldn´t have died though" said Bruce, "Thi girl will be fine, she is not with child, some strong pains, but she will be fine"

"I don´t care, someone is trying to harm my wife"

The King, in commemorating the day you were born, 20 years ago, decided to celebrate it with a big festival. The green field before the castle had been filled with colorful tents, attractions, magicians, jugglers, mile long tables filled with foods and desserts

You were barely swollen with your child, and even if your feet hurt, you put up your most colorful dress to join the festivities.

Bucky took pride in holding you close to him as he introduced you to all that came across him, not leaving your side for a single second, his hand at all time tied to your hip, sneaking soft touches to your belly whenever he could.

“I know you've been interviewing my ladies” you accused, without stop smiling as you walked among the tents

“I want to figure out who did this to our baby and to you” he said softly, caressing your hand

“And I appreciate that” you said, “But I think is too much”

“Somebody created a device to injure you” he said, “Somebody put sharp and big pieces of glass in something you were wearing so tightly to your skin it could have stabbed you, I should be grateful for Jane´s weak fingers, if it was being held with more purpose you could have been killed” he said, “I won't stop until I have the culprit”

“Very well” you relented, perhaps you did look past this too easily. And you distracted yourself with the colorful festivities, “Thank you for this”

“You deserve this and more” he said kissing your temple

“How can I ever repay you for everything?” you asked softly, preening in the softness of his touch

“You already did” he murmured, his hand on your belly

Futry watched everything with watchfull eyes, looking fo something other than fun and games, always in the lookout. He finally then looked at the redhead walking at his side

“Get rid of her” Fury said firmly to Lady Natasha, and she just nodded decisively

“I will” she said without stop smiling, to conceive thieir conversation, “What else?”

“Take care of her” he said, “She must not come to any harm, right now the King holds her so close to his heart that if she would turn harmed, with the prince or princess, it would provoque unrepeareble damage to our King, and therefor our Country”

“Very well” Natasha keep walking faster to make distance between them, their conversation lasted only seconds, a simple run in by the people around them

Nat then walked towards Wanda, who was helding a conversation with The Vision. The older redhead just smiles as she apporached them

“Shouldn´t you be with an scort?” she asked. Wanda blushed scandalously

“Well we are sorrounded by people!” said the Vision, “And I believe that is enough, if of course, this sweet lady deems so to keep her grace” Wanda just nodded

“I´m here as well” said Pietro hastly, reaching the trio,

“How are you Lord Pietro?” asked Natasha

“Well, now I just have been appointed as a member of the Kingsguard, thanks to Wanda” he said smiling

“And I´m sure not without merit”

“Let´s join the festivities” urged Nat, “A small play is about to start”

Bucky left you seated in your place of honour before going to a side to talk to Steve, who came to him with a woried face

“Have you heard everything?”

“All the ladies have solid alibys for both events” he said formly, “but one…”

Bucky raised his head to look at you, smiling and laughning at the play he had brought from your own home country just for you, to feel more at home. The crippling fear he has been feeling this apst days when he learned womebody was after you could only mean one thing. You had gain a big pace in his heart. His Wife, his Queen, the mother of his child.

He realised something… he would kill who would try to harm you.

“You have make me so happy, my wife” he whispered in your ear, as you both walked the gardens

“I have?” you couldn't help to sound hopeful, his words reached your heart and your chest was warm because of it

“You must certainly have” he said, “You have brought happiness not only to me, but to this Kingdom, and this court” your heart jumped in your chest, “and you are pregnant with my child” He nuzzled your temple with his nose, and you giggled softly, cuddling against him even further

“Would you prefer a boy?” you asked, smiling, as Bucky stroked softly your yet flat belly “what if it's a girl?”

“I don't mind either way, we are both young, we have time” He gave you a wide smile “but is it bad that I desire only little girls that take her looks from their mother? running and giggling around the castle?” you giggled as you snuggled against him

He didn't have the heart to tell you then that the only thing he wanted was that you survived the birth, that the gender of your children didn´t really matter to him, it did to the rest of the court and his councelors, but he would tell them to fuck off, if you bared only daughters it would be his joy, and the oldest would succeed him, even if everyone prefered male heirs

“I shall leave you now, My Queen” you pouted and he chuckled as he placed his warm hands on your cheeks “I have audiences today, all day”

“Do you want me to come with you and sit by your side?” you asked, expecting and wishing he said yes

“My Love, what I want from you is that you rest” he said kissing your forehead, “take care of our baby” he kissed you again

“Shall we have supper then?” you pleaded

“Nothing would make me happier” he left you then, in the gardens. But You didn't want to be alone, so you just dive a couple of more minutes into the gardens, and then you returned to the castle, hoping to go to Wanda. Vision had expressed his interest in her and wanted to court her, and you, as a pregnant married woman, were eligible to chaperone the cute couple. Wanda couldn´t be happier

You walked towards your private chambers, when a silhouette in the hallway stopped you. Lady Sharon entered Bucky´s private chambers. You felt a thickness in your chest at the sight, and you wondered… you directed yourself to your guards posted in the doors to your room

“Is the King in his private chambers?” and they both nodded, awkwardly. And just like that your eyes filled with tears

“You called off the bannermen?” asked a thick voice, “after weeks of preparations?”

“Indeed” the Baron paid no mind as he served himself a cup of tea, and a small silvery plate with sugary delicacies

“Why?” he continued, “this is what you always wanted”

“Yes, and I want it still”

“Then why did you put a pause in it?”

“He got married” he said simply, “With a young and powerful princess”

“Yes, we know” he said, almost bored, “They say she is already with child” Both pair of eyes of both men shined with malice

“I´ll let him simmer in his happiness, I´ll let him hold his pregnant wife, and later his newborn baby in his arms, and then, when he thinks he has touched the heavens in happiness, I´ll dragged him to hell myself, taking everything he hold so dear right from his chest”

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The boy next door. (pt1?)

a/n: this is my first time writing stuff like this is went though and looked at a bunch of other peoples stories and took into consideration on how they did it. i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it if not more. :)

(everything is made up, names, ages, street names, and the phone number.)

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you and your family had just moved from beautiful NYC to a small town all the way across the country. in your room you are trying to figure out ways to introduce yourself to your neighbors in hopes of meeting someone your age.

"hi! im y/n! no that wont work, uhhh, hey! im y/n! we just moved in next door, ugh this sounds so lame"

your little brother BURSTS into your room

"JACK GET OUT" you scream "mom told me to tell you she wants us to go into town and figure where places are"

your brother is a few years younger than you, hes 13 and you're 16. this isn't your first time having to move with your family. your mom is a single parent who gets job offers all the time. sometime she has to take them even if she doesnt want to move again but she has to because of money problems.

"ill be out in a minute let me finish getting ready. please." jack rolls his eyes at you and sighs "fine but hurry up" "i will, now get out of my room"

you start getting ready, you put on your favorite t-shirt and a pair of your favorite black ripped mom jeans, you throw your hair up into a messy bun, throw on some of your strawberry flavored lip gloss and put on some perfume and walk downstairs.

"jeez took you long enough" jack says while you're putting shoes on. "at least i tried to look presentable unlike you"

"knock it off you two, be back before dinner and have fun." your mom says as she kisses your cheek, "i love you both now go its going to be dark out soon"

you and jack set out to town and stop at an ice cream shop. you order a vanilla swirl cone and you get some chocolates for your mom. "what do you want?" jack orders a strawberry cheesecake cone.

you hear the bell on the door jingle while you are waiting for both of the ice cream cones to be handed to you.

"ayeeee its my favorite customer! havent seen you in a while. how you doing vin?"

you look back to see this tall, blonde haired boy with tattoos and lots of jewelry. hes probably the most handsome boy you have ever seen.

"holy shit" you whisper

jack whispers back to you "i heard that."

you hit his shoulder

"im doing great man, its a beautiful day outside, ive been out skating all day so i just came in to get some of my favorite ice cream from my favorite guy." vinnie says to the cashier

"vanilla swirl in a cone?"

"you know it!"

the worker handed jack his ice cream cone and then handed you yours.

"alright heres the vanilla swirl in a cone for you, you two have a nice day now" she said with a smile

"ayeeee vanilla swirl AND IN A CONE?? bro you got good taste" vinnie says to you.

you laugh and say thank you.

"im vinnie"

"y/n"

"ah i knew a pretty girl like you would have a pretty name"

you smile and blush

"are you new to town? i dont think ive ever seen you around before" vinnie says while grabbing his ice cream cone.

"yeah we just moved in yesterday, its my mom, little brother jack, and me"

"yeah that makes sense, where'd you guys move from?"

you, vinnie, and your brother head outside and sit at one of the tables. jack sees that there is an arcade across the street and begs you to let him go. you give him money to let him play so you can talk to vinnie alone.

"we actually moved from new york. my mom got a job offer over here and moneys tight right now so we had to move."

"oh thats understandable, so where do you guys live now? that sounds like im trying to stalk you i promise im not im just curious. i live on greendale over there."

"no way! we do too!"

"haha isnt that something, whats your house number? i wanna know if you guys moved in right next to me. there was a house for sale not too long ago and it was right next to mine."

you laugh and tell him what it is.

"HELL YEAH BRO! thats the house next time."

"actually?" you cant tell if hes just messing with you or if hes being genuine.

"yeah" he laughs and offers to walk you guys home.

"oh yes please. that would be wonderful i dont really know my way around town yet and i dont wanna get lost."

vinnie laughs and tells you; "i promise if you stick with me, we wont get lost. i'll get lost in those beautiful eyes of yours tho. ohhhh im smooth! sorry that was dumb"

the two of you laugh and you see jack coming out of the arcade.

"i dont have anymore money" he said while holding 3 giant stuffed animals.

vinnie walks you and your brother back home and as soon as you get there jack rushes inside to show your mom what he won at the arcade.

you and vinnie sit outside for a couple minutes and talk.

"it was nice meeting you y/n. oh im missing something."

"did you leave something at the picnic table? i can go inside and tell my mom that ill be back and go with you to look for it."

vinnie smiles and says "no im missing your number, its not in my phone" he winks at you as he hands you his phone to put your number in.

"wow you're really on a roll today huh." you take his phone and punch your number in.

"i'll text you after dinner. maybe we can plan something out for tomorrow or if you need help with moving in, i'd be glad to help."

"yeah no of course. i think we could really use the help."

"sweet just text me anytime you need something and ill be right over."

"thank you vinnie i really appreciate it"

"anything for a pretty girl like you."

you blush again and say thank you. "it was nice meeting you vinnie, have a nice night and text me later"

"yeah it was really nice meeting you and your brother too, tell your mom i say hi as well"

"i will" you say smiling

you both say bye to each other and head into your houses.

as you are walking into the kitchen you feel your phone buzz.

New Message from +1-453-555-8000: hey pretty lady :)

[capaimagines]

im changkyun - the essentials - prologue

Pairing: Im Changkyun x Reader & Monsta X x Reader | Genre: angst, fluff & thriller | Warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of abuse, blood, alludes to murder | WC: 1.1k

|| prologue || part one || part two || tbd

“Behavior, personality, environment, Y/N. Just like I’ve taught you," My mother, with her rose red lips and dashing smile turned me around and pushed me out of her dressing room. This is how it’s been most of my life. Traveling the country with my mother who makes a living off pretending to be a psychic or mystic.

She’s taught me how to read people, how to easily listen in on conversations. That was my role in her shows. Watch the audience. Behavior, personality, environment. Pick up on clues and report back to her what I’ve found out. A seven-year-old doesn’t find anything wrong with that. Doesn’t see anything wrong with that.

Happily skipping down the darkened corridor to her dressing room, I feel something fall in my stomach. Something doesn’t feel right but I can’t quite place it. Behavior. Personality. Environment. I repeat like it mantra in my head as I slow my skipping to a cautious walk. The lights weren’t off in here when I left earlier. Why would mom turn the lights off in her room if she was still in there?

Something screamed at me to not open the door. Not to go inside. I needed to tell my mom though, that way she could make some money. I push the door open and immediately the smell of metal hits my nose.

 “Mommy?” I call out, but there’s no response. I can feel a puddle of something on the ground, but I can’t see. My stubby little arms reach for the light switch and I feel something warm on my hands.

My heart rate picks up but I still turn the light on even though the voice in my head is telling me to run away and not look. The lights roar to life, illuminating the room that’s now painted in red. My mother is nowhere to be found. I can’t see her anywhere. I can’t hear anything.

The only sound that could be heard was the sound of me screaming.

10 years later

I sigh internally as I wait for the man in front of me to order. He’s going to get it black, no sugar even though it will be way too bitter for him. He needs to impress the girl he’s with though. Show her that he’s a ‘man.’ The fake smile plastered on my face as the man and the girl hanging off his arm step forward.

“Black coffee. No sugar,”  I punch it into the register, waiting for the girl to order her overly-sweet drink because she needs to appear cute and vulnerable, “I’ll try that new unicorn drink!” I try not to outwardly scowl and punch it in, giving them the total. He’ll pay with his black card, I analyze, he wants to show her that he has money.

Seconds later, a black card emerges from the man's wallet and he swipes it. I hand them the receipt and they move on down the counter to wait for their drinks that neither of them are really going to enjoy. I’ve been able to read people like this since I could remember.

My mother had taught me how. Behavior. Personality. Environment. It was a natural instinct for me now. I’m sure if people knew that I was reading them, able to predict their next move or whatever the next words out of their mouth would be—it wouldn’t be considered normal.

The next customer steps forward and this time I can’t keep the surprise off my face. He’s tall, with black, wavy hair swept back on his forehead. He’s wearing a button up shirt that I know is probably worth more than this little coffee house. The large watch on his wrist only confirms my observation.

This is the last place someone like him would come. He would most likely opt for the famous brand chain down the street. A smirk was on his face—he wasn’t even trying to hide it,  “I’ll take a donut,” He said. I felt my cheeks burn just slightly. His voice was velvety smooth. I barely heard him as I punched in the donut on the register. Stuck-up-frat-boy, that’s my name for him, did not strike me as someone who eats a donut.

“Anything to drink with that?” I asked in the most customer service voice I have. He hums and nods, dark, almond-shaped eyes meeting my honey brown ones. One of the many features I’ve inherited from my mother, “What would you like?” I asked, confused. He hadn’t told me anything, though I could already guess what he wanted.

“Why don’t you tell me?” There was amusement in his voice, a hint of teasing.

“You want me to tell you what drink to get?” He shook his head, a dashing smile spreading over his face.

“I want you to tell me what drink I want,” I stiffened a little, very confused but shrugged and took a guess anyway.

“Someone would think you’d want something plain, like coffee, but you’re a little too—eccentric—for that,” He snorted in amusement but didn’t say anything. “Something like a frap is too sweet for you,” If I was spot on, I didn’t know. He hadn’t said anything, just watching me carefully as if he was analyzing me.

“Coffee with just a hint of sugar,” I settled on, “A splash of milk.” He chuckled and pulled out his wallet to pay. 

“Did I get it right?” I asked as I handed him his change. He only smirked back at me, “What fun would it be if I told you that?” He placed something in my hand and walked away to wait for his food and drink.

I was still confused but shook it off and finished out the rest of my shift. I hadn’t even looked at the card, just slipping it into my pocket. Once home, I had an hour before the house would be swarming with family members. Collapsing onto the bed, I slipped the card out of my pocket to read it over.

My eyes widened and I jumped up, almost dropping the card in the process.

Central Intelligence Agency.

CIA.

What in the world had I done to get on the CIA’s watch list?

[saltynsassy31]

Damn, you are rlly good! How dare you say you are bad at writing XD

I rlly enjoyed the fic you wrote and it even gave me another idea for you! It is kind of a continuation if you want to put it that way.

Spamton would go very far for money. Very, very far. What happens when he goes too far and gets hurt? And pls let him be saved, I could not bear seeing him suffer more than he does already.

P.S. Take your time and rest well. Stress gets worse over time, if you don't take pauses. So take care of yourself please

AAAAAHHH THANK YOU

This really really made my day 🥺🥺 I'm glad you enjoyed it, i hope you stick around for more i make

Request as many as you like! Keep em coming it's fun to write these ^^

Also yeah I don't like to see him suffer either, it physically hurts me :(

And yeah dw! Im opening request cus I'm taking a break from most things to be able to do this cus I like it alot ^^ (just haven't had many people. Request stuff gkskfka)

But enough rambling here you go!

They said they'd be keeping a closer eye at him, and they did, so how did they loose him?!?

It was 2 hours past their shift time and Spamton was no where to be found

Pink was starting to panic, they felt his lungs being sealed shut and his heart racing a million miles, to say he was worried was an understatement

"Pink, breath with me, take it easy we will find him" Banner said holding Pink by the warm as he tried to calm him down

"What is he's hurt? What if something bad happened to him and we were to late?" Pink said tears now falling down his face like waterfalls

"Pink, we can't find him if you're panicking. Now look at me" Banner said calmly but sternly as possible "now take a deep breath, hold it then let it go slowly. Everything will be alright"

Pink did as so and slowly started to match his breathing to Banner's. With his breathing evening out as much as possible he got up, drying out his tears

"Okay, alright. I'm good, I'm fine, it's going to be fine" he reassures himself taking another deep breath to steady himself

"I heard some locals talking, I think he went near the palace entrance, it's super full at the moment" Orange chimed in

Pink felt like he was going to break himself but managed to hold himself, of all the things he had endured as a salesman THIS is the thing that makes him fall apart

"Alrighty, let's head there than"

••••••

Spamton was excited to show his new pitch to the people, they were sure to like it enough to make a deal with him!

That is when he heard the people talking about how there was a new cafe at the palace that had everyone and their mother going there he couldn't help himself but go there

If the place was full he'd sure to make a good deal! And that place was full of wealthy people, he'd sure to make a good buck!

But what he hadn't accounted for was the possibility of rude customers, the type thay would physically hurt him to be specific

Yeah, being kicked to the grown then stomped on was not on his to do list at all

He had simply tried to sell his idea to a wealthy looking man but he might have come off a bit to desperate as the man threw a punch at him with annoyance

It had made him stumble to the ground as he held his face in the area where he was punched

"You pathetic deal makers, I'm tired of hearing you yap in my years. I though you scumbags stayed in the commercial area only" he said as he spat on Spamton

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes but he somehow managed to hold them back

"Maybe you should learn your place and stay 9ut of my way" he said kicking Spamton back and stomping on him

He yelped in pain struggling to get away, no one saw or heard them as he was backed in a corner of a dumpster alley when he was thrown back and the buzzing of the city muffled his small screams

The man kept kicking on him until it stopped, he kept waiting for more as he curled up in a small ball and kept his eyes shut

But nothing came

When he dared open his eyes he saw his eldest brother Pink hold the man by the collar of his shirt and throw a punch right across his face

Spamton had never seen him this angry before, the pure RAGE on the salesman's face would make one shiver to their core

After another punch he let go of the man who fell back completely blacked out

How was Pink this strong? Spamton had thought but didn't dare to ask

Pink huffed and muttered 'bitch' under his breath before turning to Spamton and his face changing almost immediately to a worried one

"Oh sweet Queen, Spamton! What on cybercity where you thinking!" He said crouching down to Spamton's level and holding his face as gentle as possible analysing the wounds on his face

"You got me worried sick! You know not to wonder off like that" Pink scolded

"Yeah Spammy, Pink was crying so much I thought he was going to flood cybercity" Yellow joked wich only recieaved an angry stare from Pink to wich he simply laughed

The young salesman looked down. Had he really made them worry like that? I hadn't ment to, he just wanted to make them proud but i guess he failed at that

"Sorry, I thought that since the place was busy I'd be able to make a good sale and make you proud...." the white Addison said, ttambling only if slightly

The Pink addison's soften again and he pulled his brother into a tight hug "you idiot, we're already proud of how hard you work" he pulled back and cleaned his tears with his thumb gently "I know how hard it's been for you, it isn't easy but you shouldn't go out so sudden like that"

"Not everyone likes to be advertised 24/7 (or at all) that's why we only stay in one place because that is where they look for sales and deals"

Spamton nodded and looked down again honestly embarrassed

Pink sighed and smiled "but if you want to go into public spaces like these ask for one of us to come with, we would gladly come and help you"

"What!? No! Im not coming here just to help spammy on some sa-"

Before Yellow could finish his sentence Pink gave him a death glare that quickly made him backtrack

"No no, yeah come to us whenever, we'd be more then happy to help" he quickly corrected himself

Spamton smiled and wiped his tears away chuckling a bit "thank you guys, I appreciate it"

"No problem buddy, always here" Banner said cheerfully

"Exactly" added Orange

Spamton looked back at the man and cringed a bit at the sight of his face "isn't this going to affect your reputation Pink? I don't want your sales to go down because of me"

Pink looked back and stood up and walked up to him "Oh don't worry it won't"

"How? If he wakes up he might report you" added Banner

Pink pulled a screen up and deleted something "if he remembers"

"Isn't that illegal?" Orange said honestly a bit worried as he looked around to make sure no one saw that

"Only if you get caught" Pink said with a smirk "now, c'mon let's go home and get you patched up buddy" Pink said offering a hand to Spamton

He gladly took it and walked up with the rest of his brothers

"Okay, but seriously when did you learn how to punch like that!?" Orange asked

"Ah well, I go to the gym when I'm stressed" he said with a slight brush scratching the back of his neck

Spamton smiled at his brothers' chatter, he was so lucky to have them by his side

As they walked away a certain bird watched them take their leave by the backdoor of their shop

"I guess he's in good hands" they said walking back in and closing the door

Wowie this was a longer one

But it also sets up a good ground of how ill continue things I suppose

I honestly wanna write sm that like- they don't leave him and he isn't miserable gjsjfja

Anyways yeah hope you liked this as well

If you have more requests leave them in the ask box ^^

Some I will probably do it tomorrow since I'll go to bed soon, idk when tho cus it's Friday and I usually stay uo late gkskgkak

[welcometoclass1ahell]

Fake Redemption Dabi x Fem! Reader

Another depressive read from a depressive writer. Boom ta da Dabi x Reader who clearly needs help. Please No minors, even if this isn’t sexual it’s still meant fo adults.

Word Count: 2088

But TW!: Abuse, drugs, cocaine, abuse and more abuse, depressive triggering shit

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She knew.

It was a terrible idea. She however accepted that idea. It didn't matter if it was the worst idea either. She wanted this.

The cold air whipped into her face as if someone just threw a glass of water filled with reality onto her. Why was she going? Why did she think she deserved it? That last thought caused a strained laugh to spill from her almost blue lips. 

Thankfully nobody would see her laughing at her own self at this time at night, standing next to the bus stop. She wasn’t even waiting for a bus, it was just another distraction for her. Taking her time was only delaying what was coming.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Pulling her phone from her pocket, she looked at the name calling her, her lips curling into a sneer. “Impatient to get this over with huh?” mumbling to herself, she silenced the call and continued on the dark road towards the only place she knew would get her what she wanted. No. What she needed.

Walking there was the part she hated the most. It gave her time to rethink, to go over her thoughts repeatedly until she hated herself more for it. 

Finally getting there felt like a redemption, a false one, but a redemption indeed. Looking at her goal, the rusted iron door to an old worn down factory that screamed ‘Stay away!’ only enticed her closer. Raising her hand she knocked three times slowly and waited as she heard the heavy footsteps on the other side.

The door creaked open to reveal what she had been waiting for, a man who would have caused children to cry and mothers to scream at one glance of his jet black inked face and arms. “You could have answered my call, doll” The man who referred to himself as Dabi drawled out his eyes narrowing down on her.

“Could have, but didn’t,” She responded tiredly yet a tone of anxiety seeped through her voice. Shrugging, Dabi side stepped letting the woman enter before slamming the door shut and locking it to make sure no one would be interrupting tonight. “You got everything?” She asked as she walked over to a small wooden crate, one of the few only items left in this abandoned building. Sitting down she turned her eyes to Dabi who nodded with a smirk and walked over pulling out a baggie with white substance coating the insides.

“I got everything, all yours doll. I also made sure no one will be around till morning. Are you sure you want to do this again?” He asked, his godly blue eyes staring into her own eyes made them both pause. Now normally, he couldn’t give a rat's ass who he made dealings with but this frequent customer of his had his curiosity. She wanted something nobody has asked of him ever. Not willingly anyway.

“Yes. I doubled the payment as well, I need this to last a while,” She stated matter of factly before shrugging off her coat. Dabi’s eyes couldn’t help but peer down at her arms covered in bruises. He hated to admit it but the swirls of yellow, blue, green, purple, and even black were beautiful to him. Maybe he was biased, since he was the one who had put them there.

“You know I don't usually ask about anybody’s business, but I’d like to know. Why do this to yourself?” He couldn’t help but ask as he watched her smile up at him like a lunatic. He knew better though, she was only faking the smile.

“Wouldn’t you like to know Mr. Dabi?” She responded keeping her edge of mystery and teasing as he threw her the bag of snow which she caught with two hands. Opening the bag she eyed the substance and once satisfied she pulled out her phone and her debit card. Cutting lines silently, she didn’t bother to acknowledge her supplier, still staring at her with amusement. “It’s just not everyday a pretty woman comes knocking and asks for some supplies as well for her dealer to absolutely beat the shit out of her to go along with it. I prefer beating the people who owe me money, not pay me money,” 

“Funny isn't?” She retorted back as she rolled a dollar bill from her wallet into a fine tube before lowering her face but not before she looked up at Dabi through her eyelashes, “However I don’t go around asking anybody to beat me up you know? You just happen to be a very handsome man who knows how to hit the spot just right,” Her laughter filled the cold room for a moment as Dabi couldn’t help but chuckle a bit himself. “You intrigue me, dollface,” Was the only response she got before she put the dollar tube up to her nose, expertly inhaling the lines she had set up.

“I’ll give it a moment to kick in and we can start, yeah?” Dabi only nodded before kicking another crate close to the one she was sitting on and sat across from her,” How about after we finish up here, you and me go for a drink? My place?” He offered to which the woman sat still as she looked at him in disbelief. “We’ve met up numerous times, fucked once or twice, smoked or did lines once and twice, but every time I always had to beat you till I wasn’t sure if you were breathing or not. But me asking you out to drink is shocking?” Dabi teased after getting no response with a smile before he received a nod.

“Fine, I suppose that's alright,” She agreed and both her and Dabi sat in silence for a few moments before she started to feel the rush come to her veins. Energy began to flow through her as she stood up and walked to the middle of the spacious factory room signaling Dabi to follow to which he did. Turning around to say she was ready was only met with a harsh punch to her cheek which had her huff out in surprise. No noise spilled from her lips as her head cracked to the side. Kicks, punches, spit, and anything else Dabi could do to her, she felt for the past hour. It felt painful of course, but so freeing. It was just what she needed. She longed for some type of touch, something to pull her from the edge of slipping through the cracks of insanity and this…..oh yes this was her redemption. 

Everyone always left her, friend or lover. Parents or teachers. She was always given up on or abandoned. She couldn’t figure it out. Years of being neglected as a child to now being seen as nothing but a waste of ‘potential’, whatever that meant, had her come to realize a false truth. She was the problem. Now deep down she knew it wasn’t that. She never did anything. She only had hateful parents, fake friends, teachers who just couldn’t care for their less paying jobs, and lovers who needed a quick fuck bring her down to this level. But she needed a reason otherwise it would hurt more. She decided she was the problem. She didn’t communicate enough. She was the one who didn’t try harder, who kept trying till something worked. It was all her fault and now to this day she seeked her false redemption.

She loved the sound and feeling of Dabi’s knuckles cracking against her face, the way his heavy boots collided with her ribs giving off a satisfying thump, or the way he spat on her with a loathsome look in his eyes. She loved it all because she knew at the end of the day he wouldn’t leave her. He wouldn’t neglect what she wanted, no what she needed. He was always there. That’s why she kept coming. The pain, the feeling of adrenaline, the focus of someone else on her was what she loved having.

She felt free, as if this was going to lift her out of her shithole of a life. The sad fact however is once it began it also ended. Lying on the cold cement ground, heaving deep breaths of air in her lungs as the drugs still pumped through her veins wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Pushing herself up with shaking arms, she tried to stand up to face more. The fresh bruises on her face screaming in the beautiful vibrant colors couldn’t be felt to her. No she could never feel the after effects for a while but she can feel the impact. It was powerful enough to get through the drug that way.

“M...More,” She breathed out looking up to the onyx haired man who simply had taken out a cigarette and started to smoke. “I think you’ve had enough for-”

“It’s never fucking enough! I need more! Please...im begging you,” She screamed out, her voice echoing through the facility as Dabi stared at her in shock. She never screamed at him before. In fact he’s never heard her raise her beautiful voice to anyone. She knew she looked pitiful, he could tell with the way her face started to scrunch up in shock from herself. Taking a deep drag of his smoke, he squatted down so the balls of his heels were firmly planted into the ground.

“Hey...look at me,” He gently muttered as he helped her sit up before his eyes bore into her own. “That's enough. Here, take a hit,” He offered to which she took, her pupils still large and round as she looked back at him, “Listen, after a while I kind of started to figure you out. You don’t need this to feel something you know. You don't deserve to do this to yourself,” He started to which she looked at him with wide eyes, tears starting to pool threatening to spill over.

“You don’t know that,” She simply stated in a hurt quiet tone. “No, I don’t. But you know what I do know? People who do deserve this don’t do this to themselves. They bring it out on others. I would know that at least,” Dabi responded lightly, “You come here every three days. Every three days you pay me to do this to you. Every three days you get yourself so fucked up and get me to beat the living shit out of you and for what?”

“It’s the only thing I have Dabi! I want to fucking feel something for christ sake! Don’t I pay you enough?”

“It’s not about the fucking money anymore!” Dabi roared back, causing both to be silent for a few seconds before he continued, “It’s about the fact that I’m starting to feel like shit doing this to you. Dealing you shitty drugs is one thing, but beating up a woman who’s so pathetically on the verge of not caring for her own life anymore is something else,” He spat more harshly than he meant to. Sighing, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear,” Doll, I don’t want to be the reason you want to end it. I want to be the reason you start something more. I hate to admit it but after a year of this shit I can’t help but start caring for the mystery woman who like to have her ass get kicked,” He laughed to which she couldn’t help but join in a little.

“Why?” Was the only response she gave to which he shrugged, “You’re cute for one thing, but from the times we fucked, drank, smoked, you show something more than this. I want to see more of it. If you really want to feel something then let me show you another way,” He offered, holding his hand out. 

Staring at him then his hand she took it with a small sigh,”I...I don’t know but...I’ll try,” She agreed to which Dabi smirked, ”That’s all you gotta do. Try,” He said, happy to finally have her do something other than this. If only she knew that though his sweet words and handsome promises of something better was still a fall. This man wasn’t good, healthy either. A shady drug dealing and maybe even murderous bastard he was but still, to her right now he looked nothing but an angel. Oh but if she only saw in the shadows how broken and fallen his wings actually looked. 

[yeahimaloser]

Demon Love

Incubus/demon!Hawks X introvert!reader

First, I wanted to say thanks to everyone who liked my first ever post on here, don’t worry I’m still working on part 2! Thank you all so much!!

Alright, because today is in fact Halloween I decided to do an Incubus/demon Hawks. Basically, Hawks was your only real friend, but he convinces you to go out on halloween to a random party, where Hawks tells you something important…

Ok so in this story there is mention of a party and I wanted to make it clear I do NOT condone going to a party in a pandemic. Please just pretend that covid doesn’t exist in this time line ok :)

Also I did upload this earlier but something went wrong with it so im re-posting it sorry!! like I said I low key new here.

Warnings: cursing, light angst, some fluff

Enjoy! 

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You didn’t really like people. Not all of them, but most were just so… annoying. Most days you just wanted to roll up into a ball and watch a bunch of anime. But, you were so lonely. So, it was a battle in yourself, you didn’t want to be lonely and yet you just didn't like people.

That's when Hawks came into your life. When you came home and saw a demon laying on your couch, you freaked out. But then you two got down to talking and he told you why he was here in your home.

“Well, to be completely honest I just got bored. And well, I thought someone who was so lonely, and yet craved human affection would be the perfect person to crash with.”

And so it began, to call your friendship weird would be an understatement. 

And yet, you both found comfort in each other. You would rant to him about people that pissed you off and talked about your favorite shows.

And he would tell you about how boring he found his life, how dumb he thought other demons were.

You two were not lonely anymore, you had eachother now.

One day, you two were just mindlessly watching anime and talking, when all of a sudden Hawks paused the show and turned to you.

“Hey, I heard about this human halloween party,” he looked at you with his stunning eyes. In fact, you would argue that every part of Hawks was stunning. His beautiful blond hair, his angelic wings, and even his demonic horns.

You gave him a questioning look, “ok?”

Hawks rubbed his neck, he never really said anything about you not having a tone of human friends. If he didn’t like it he sure as hell didn’t express it to you.

In fact, you thought he preferred it. He wasn’t needed or anything, but you got the sense he did enjoy your presence. 

If he didn’t then why would he stay up till 1 a.m with you as you both watched old anime re-runs and laughed so hard about random shit. 

For once in your life you allowed yourself to feel comfort in another person. Well, maybe not a person per say. But still, you deeply enjoyed Hawkses presence, so much so you found yourself falling in love with him.

In fact, you remembered exactly when you feel for him.

You weren’t having the best day, you came home exhausted and just totally drained. 

You walked through the door and Hawks immediately picked up on the fact that something was wrong with you.

So when you sat down he asked you about it, and you just burst into tears.

That was the first time he held you, you felt so safe in his arms. The sensation was like hugging a warm fire. He just felt so warm.

After you finally calmed down a little, Hawks tried to get you to talk to him. He made terrible jokes just to get your mind off it. He even offered to cook you dinner. 

But instead you just buried your face into his chest, not wanting to leave his warm embrace. He gently stroked your back, trying to soothe you. 

After so long of knowing Hawks, you realized you didn’t really know him that well. you looked up at him and finally asked, “Hawks, why did you really come here?” 

Hawks was taken aback by your question, which was understandable since the question came out of nowhere. But he relaxed with a sigh. Maybe it was because of how long and how hard you sobbed, but he seemed to pity you a little bit. Still holding you close, he said, “well, from where I’m from I’m actually the 2nd highest ranking demon. But I don’t know,  everything moved so slow for me. I mean, I wasn’t completely lying to you when I told you about how I was bored and wanted someone to talk to. But really, I don’t know I was just kinda… drawn to you.”

He smiled down at you, making you feel right at ease…

And then you feel for the stupid demon.

“Why are you bringing this up,” you asked defensively.

Hawks just gave you that stupid smile, that stupid, heart racing, beautiful smile. “I don’t know, I just thought it would be fun.”

You gave him a questioning look. To which he proceeded to boop your nose, “really, Halloween would probably be the only time I could ever go out into the human world with you.”

The bastard had a point. But still, you got a bad feeling…

“You promise you're not up to anything?”

He put his hand to his heart, “you have me word.”

You smiled at him, “ok yeah. Maybe this’ll be fun, ohhhh what should my costume be? Wait, how will we get in? Also, how did you find out about this party?”

He just gave you a silly laugh at your questions.

But little did you know, he was planning something.

And little did you know how sorry he was for it 

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You and Hawks went as demons.

Mostly because you at least wanted to be careful. But also because you two thought it would be fun.

And although it was, you did end up burning yourself with a hot glue gun trying to get the wings to look like Hawks’s. To which Hawks told you that he would finish the wings.

“You burned yourself!? Here give me that,” he snached the hot glue gun from you. Before you could tell him off he said, “demons can’t burn dummy. Now go finish up the rest of the custom. I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

That last statement made your heart race a little. 

You shook your head and tried to get back to work.

So yeah, here you two were, in a random party with people you don’t even now.

At first, you just clung to Hawks, not wanting to leave his side, too nervous to talk to anyone else. But Hawks seemed like a social butterfly with everyone around him. But you weren’t too shocked about that. The man just had a way of making everyone around him like his presence. 

But you? You just wanted to leave. The party was loud and so… so full of people.

“Come on dove, go out and meet some people.”

You looked at him quizzically, “Why would I? I have you dumby.”

And with that, you went off to get some punch and maybe some snacks.

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Hawks sighed, he really didn’t want to have to do this. But he knew this was the right thing, the right thing for the both of you.

As you went off to go get punch, Hawks turned around to leave.

He wanted to stay, he wanted to say goodbye, he wanted to hug you close to him one more time.

But he couldn’t. And he knew that.

But that didn’t mean he wasn't unbelievably sad to leave you.

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You couldn’t find him anywhere.

And now you were panicking. 

Did something happen to him? Was he hurt? No he was a demon, and he was the 2nd highest demon. He could take care of himself.

So then what? Where was he? Did you do something wrong?

Eventually you just left. In fact, you practically sprinted home. Maybe he was at home, maybe he just got tired and forgot to tell you. Yeah, that had to be it!

Just as you rounded a corner, you heard him, “What are you doing?”

You turned towards him, and gave him a relieved look, “Oh thank God, you had me scared for a sec-”

“I asked you a question,” he said, cutting you off.

It was then when you realized his expression. He looked down right pained, like something was hurting him.

“Hawks? Are you ok? I came looking for you,” now you were getting even more concerned.

He gritted his teeth, “Yeah, well I didn’t ask you too.”

You were taken aback, Hawks had never been mean to you ever. Even when you two argued, he never got this mean. 

He continued, “Seriously, just back off ok? Go and make really friends. I don’t want to be some fake friend to you.”

“What,” the hurt in your voice seems to pain Hawks even more. “Why are you doing this? You are my friend. What are you talking about? Did I… did I do something wrong?”

Hawks clenched his fists, “No, that's not-”

“Then why?!” the hurt in your voice even surprised you, “I thought we were so close I-”

But Hawks cut you off, not with his words but with his lips. He held your head, kissing you deeply. You were shocked by just how warm his lips were. It was almost like he lost himself in your lips, so when you made a muffled sound it seemed to bring him back to reality. 

He opened his eyes and pulled away, he could see how completely shocked you were.

He took a shaky breath, “I- I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that.”

You were still shocked but managed to speak, “what the Hell... you can’t just tell me you don’t want to be friends and THEN KISS ME!” now you were screaming. “MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND,” you screamed at him.

Hawks was taken aback, but held his ground, “I don't- I don’t want you to get hurt. I-I need to leave, but I didn’t want you to be lonely again. I want you to have someone. I want you to be happy”

Your anger soon boiled down to confusion. “What,” you asked him.

“I- I’m hurting you so much just by being here,” he paused for a second, “I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, but I couldn’t help it! When I first came here, to this stupid world, It was out of per bordem. But then I found you and I guess I just fell in love! But I can’t be in love with you, it could never work. A demon and a human, please, don’t make me laugh. I would be putting you at so much risk. Ane even if we wanted to be together, I mean the odds are imposi-”

Now it was your time to kiss him. And as soon as you did? It was like he melted right into you. Holding you close to him as you combed your fingers through his hair. He hugged you closer to him as you did so. The sensation was damn near intocacting. When the two of you had stopped, you were both out of breath.

“I love you too,” you stated. Hawks looked up at you, eyes filled with shock. “And I don’t care, screw the odds, who gives a damn.” you smiled at him.

Hawks just laughed, “After my whole little speech that's what you took away from it?”

But you just smiled lovingly, “Sorry, I guess I just don’t give a damn.”

For a few seconds he didn't answer, but then he smiled, “Well if that's the case, then I’ll tell you my real name, It’s Keigo, Keigo Takami.”

You sighed, “Keigo huh,” you leaned in, your lips hovering softly over his, “I love it.” and you kissed your demon love.

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Is this cringy?? Probably, but I enjoyed writing it so I hope you enjoyed reading It! 

Have a fun and SAFE Halloween!! <3

[kpopchangedmylife44]

Ateez at a Halloween Party

This is the last post of the Halloween Special. Hoped you liked it ☺️ Happy Halloween! 🎃

Hongjoong

- wants to show everyone his outfit

- ,,what do you mean i don’t look like Michael Jackson?!“

- spend a lot of time customizing his outfit so he will get sulky if they don’t recognize it

- loves to show his dance moves, whereas all of Ateez just leave him alone cause they can’t stand it

- secretely connected his phone to the bluetooth speaker to play ,,Thriller“ and show everyone his talent

- gets embarrassed when his mom calls him after the song

- ,,im kinda busy today“ (sweats in embarassment)

Seonghwa

- has a great time although he was sceptical at first

- loves the ,,fruit punch“

- laughs at the scary movies and calls them out for their nonsense bullshit

- ,,Yeah sure. Talk to some stupid clown living in the canalization. It’s totally normal for a kid to so.“

- Yunho convinced him to play some party games and he was actually done for it (because of the fruit bowl)

- one of his tasks was to wear fake vampire teeth and bite 5 people at the party

- but while he was trying to bite Yunho his teeth fall out, so he was just standing there basically giving him a neck kiss ...

Yunho

- the life of the party

- loves Halloween with all of his heart

- went trick or treating beforehand to not miss out

- played pranks on a lot of party guests

- tries the finger food and watches all the horror movies while screaming a little and laughing afterwards

- joined Hongjoong with his thriller performance

- complimented everyone for their costume and loved it when they would say it back (although he changed in normal clothes pretty fast cause it was a little to heavy)

- pretends to be a ghost to scare the others but fails as he laughs really cutely while doing so

- finally shuts up when Seonghwa is basically giving him a hickey

Yeosang

- likes the atmosphere of the night

- feels excited about life 🥺 and the food

- spends the majority of the evening drinking some ,,fruit punch“ at the bar and judging everyone’s outfits in typical Yeosang manner

- ,,Oh I really like your outfit, Hongjoong“

- after Hongjoong turns away Yeosang looks dead serious and shakes his head like it’s some scene from the office

- talks to Mingi to see how it’s going and to steal his snacks

Mingi

- someone come protect him

- he gets scared by everything

- scary costume? scary movie? pranks? Oh hell no

- you can find him near his friends as he feels more comfortable that way

- eats a lot of sweets to distract from his anxiety (same) and relieve stress

- although Halloween isn’t really for him, he has a lot of fun dancing to thriller in a zombie like way

Woosan

- San clings to Wooyoung because of their couple costume

- ,,yaah, don’t leave me alone. I don’t make sense without you. ... Oh this came out wrong“

- ,,You never make sense anyway“

- have a heated discussion about all the houses at Hogwarts

- are excited about watching ,,It“, but leave midway to get some fresh air (or make out)

Jongho

- has a great time

- enjoys watching the scary movies

- is chatting with everyone

- isn’t bothered by the occasional boo

- ,,what’s all this fuss about?“

- it’s just a normal party for him, except he gets to dress up like a vampire and eats more than usual

[bts-bay-bee]

Mondays

Genre: fluff <3

Word Count: 1330

A/N: First of all, Seokjin’s the nation’s best boy, and he deserves all the love. Secondly, I forgot the word ‘reciprocate’ and literally had to search it. Yes, uni has left me with a single brain cell. Also, requested by @inhalebts​ (i may have changed a few things, im sorry)

Looking around tiredly, you almost screamed when the person in front you kept staring blankly at the menu. They were here every day, they looked at the menu every day, and they ordered the same thing every day. Even if they decided to order something different – for the first time in months – there were only five or six items on the drinks menu; what could possibly be so hard about making a decision?

 The teller behind the counter looked how you felt – the mixture of amusement and barely concealed irritation quite evident on his delicate features. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath, steeling his nerves. Your eyes trailed over his white button up, the thin fabric doing little to nothing to conceal his broad shoulders, before the glossy name tag caught your attention.

 Seokjin. Although you were familiar with him handling your cash to pay for your coffee, or even making the coffee himself, you were too shy to squeak out anything more than your order and a small ‘thank you’.

 “Uh…”

 “How about a Café Mocha?” Seokjin suggested to the customer in front him, knowing that’s what the customer ordered every time he set foot into the tiny coffee shop. You tried to hide your laugh, suddenly seeing the situation in a funny light.

 Hearing your light giggles, Seokjin’s mouth curved into a small smile against his will. It was just too cute to not reciprocate. When the customer in front of him nodded at his suggestion, he quickly punched the order in, before calling you up to the cash register.

 “You know, it’s rude to laugh at someone.” He teasingly said, typing in your order without you having to say it. His words stunned you for a minute, because although you harboured a slight crush on him and he was very polite, he hardly spoke to you.

 Quickly snapping out of your trance, you smiled softly. “Almost as rude as rushing a customer.”

 Chuckling, he lazily brought his eyes to your own. “I’m sure you even know their order by now. You’re somehow always behind them.”

 Tilting your head to the side, you narrowed your eyes at him. “I was talking about me. Do you want me out of your sight that much?”

 His eyes widened fractionally before he spluttered out a response. “I – wait, of course not! I just know your order well. Mondays are really bad for you, right? That’s why you order an Iced Americano. And Thursdays are more laidback, so you get a Café Latte. But on Fridays…” Seokjin abruptly stopped and cleared his throat, standing up straight, seemingly trying to gain his composure. “Anyway, I’d never willingly let you out my sight.”

 “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before putting in my order so fast.” You teased, accepting your drink with thanks to the barista. Before you could fully walk out the shop, you turned back and winked at him, stunning him. “Bye, Seokjin.”

 ***

 Throughout the next few weeks, he became more and more enamoured with your presence. Seokjin found himself walking to work with a bounce in his step, happily whistling as he opened shop for the day. The weekends were almost painful, not seeing you for two whole days, but he quickly caught himself: it had barely been a few days before he found out your name, and where you worked. He couldn’t allow himself to fall for you so hard yet.

 Smiling to himself as he refilled the sugar packets at the table’s canisters, he remembered how he found out your name.

 ***

 “Why are you always so grumpy on Mondays?” He teased, seeing your furrowed eyebrows. “Come on, you have such a pretty face, don’t do that to it.”

 “You said it yourself, Mondays are really bad for me at the lab.” You grumbled, crossing your arms while you pouted. He found this extremely adorable; even more adorable than Jungkook, his younger roommate, who closely resembled a bunny. “All the blood samples end up heaping over the weekend, and it just ends up being a lot of work.”

 “You work at the lab down the road?” He asked interestedly, to which you nodded. “Well, this should make it better, beautiful.” He winked, passing you your drink.

 Smiling slightly at his antics, you found yourself almost giggling. “Thank you, Seokjin.”

 “You’re welcome, uh…” He paused, catching himself. With his ears suddenly turning red, he nervously scratched his neck. “Why don’t I know your name?”

 All but laughing at his actions, you rolled your eyes. “It’s Y/N.”

 “I hope you have an at least manageable day at work, Y/N.” He softly said, giving you a reassuring smile.

 ***

 As Monday droned on, Seokjin grew more and more worried at your absence. In the three years that he had worked here, you had never not had coffee. Especially on a Monday.

 Anxiously gnawing on his lip, his eyes flickered to the clock that faced him, and saw it was already noon. In other words, it was way passed your coffee time. Silently berating himself for not asking for your number, he carefully poured some coffee into a cup, adding the amount of sugar and creamer that you would usually, before pouring one for himself. As he placed the two cups in the holder, he spontaneously grabbed a couple pastries, carefully placing them in the paper bag before setting off to find you.

 After the quick five-minute walk, he found himself standing awkwardly outside the lab, not really knowing what to do with himself. He berated himself for thinking he could just waltz into the place and was about to turn back when he heard your voice.

 “Seokjin?” You called confused as you walked out the glass doors of the building. “What are you doing here?”

 “I, uh…” He breathed out nervously as you walked up to him. You looked so tired, yet beautiful as ever. Best of all, you actually looked happy to see him. “You didn’t come get your coffee today. I thought I’d bring you some. I mean, it’s Monday, right?”

 With your heart fluttering in your chest, you felt a light blush dust your cheeks. “Yeah, I woke up really late today. I didn’t have time to stop at the shop today.” You confessed, just now realizing that there were two coffee cups in the holder he was carrying. This made you smile even further, yet still, you needed to confirm that it was for both of you. “Are you going to join me?”

 “If that’s okay with you.” He said, quietly, a smile slowly forming on his own face. Nodding, you began walking with him to the park that was opposite the road, slowly sipping on the coffee and nibbling on the pastries.

 “So, you missed me this morning?” You teased, nudging him with your elbow gently. He scoffed, but you didn’t miss the nervousness exuding from him.

 “Now why would you think that?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, putting on a front that he was upset.

 “You brought me coffee.” You stated, laughing gently.

 “Exactly!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air as he took on a different approach. “You shouldn’t tease me when I brought you coffee.”

 “Oh, how will I ever repay you?” You asked sarcastically, rolling your eyes, to which he chuckled. After a beat or two, he replied.

 “I don’t know… Maybe a date?” Seokjin suggested, quietly. “A date where neither of us are in uniform, and I can talk to you without having a counter between us?”

 Trying to tone down your grin, not wanting to know just how ecstatic you were about the premise of a date, you grabbed a pen from your lab coat pocket. Taking the unused napkins from the pastry bag, you quickly wrote your number on it, before handing it to him.

 “You better text me, Seokjin.” You threatened playfully, causing him to chuckle. “And don’t be late.”

[rosie-moons]

Beauty and the Beast 1 {} Tale as Old as Time || myg

~Pairing: worstboyfriendever!yoongi x travelenthusiast!reader

~Genre: Angst with a sprinkle of fluff

~Word Count: 3.4k

~Warnings: yoongi being the worst boyfriend 😥😥😥, reader crying 😔😔😔, very cliche scenes, a breakup (not the major part though), yoongi crying 😢😢😢, yoongi cheating on reader (YOONGI I SWORE IF YOU HURT OUR OC LIKE THIS I WOULD PUNCH YOU TILL YOU BLEED but you’re saved for the sake of this story 😡😡😡), reader being too forgiving, swearing

~A/N: well. i just had to give you guys angst after dp, didn't i? i know yoongi's stupid in here but pls don't get mad at him bc he's my bb and i love him too much 🥺. also HOMOPHOBES STAY AWAY, CHOHEE AND NARI ARE MY BABES AND I'LL PROTECT THEM NO MATTER WHAT!

~''~

In your relationship, Yoongi had always been the beast.

Missing dates, drinking at the bar and getting wasted almost every night, overall just fucking around… it was common sense that this was what boyfriends were supposed to do, right?

“Right.” was what you always thought- that boys were uncaring and stupid and undeserving of any love.

Well, any love except for yours.

Somehow, Yoongi always thought that you didn't deserve him, that you were the ugly, cold-hearted beast, that you were supposed to love him without anything in return.

And you always thought he was right; forgiving him after his sobbing apologies again and again, taking care of him after drunken nights again and again, convincing yourself that he really did love you again and again- until you decided this couldn’t go on.

No, you had a life outside of Yoongi.

You had dreams.

You had friends, a good social life, a whole group of boys who’d give you the universe if it meant you could be with them.

Why did you choose Yoongi though?

Why not any of those boys, some of whom were more attractive, more caring, treated you better?

~’’~

“Soulmates,” your best friend Nari huffed, turning her head to look at you. You were having a long-anticipated spa night together, cool cucumber slices resting on your tired eyes and some sort of coconut scented oatmeal mush plastered over your face. “You gotta stop believing in that shit, Y/N.”

You sighed.

“I’m trying, okay? It’s just that… I think… I think believing that one day someone will love you for eternity is better than living every day in heartache. At least it gives you hope, a reason to smile, I guess. Don’t you think so too?”

Nari paused for a minute, nodding subtly as she chowed on a cucumber slice. “Now that I think about it, I guess you’re right…”

You smiled, proud that you’d convinced her.

“...but nah, I still think you should face reality more than your imagination, you really have your head up in the clouds too much. All those fairytales- you know why they’re called fairytales and not realistic tales or something? Because they’re just to lull kids to sleep, all that perfect romance doesn’t exist,” her expression softened. “Hey, I really didn't mean to upset you... I was just- are you thinking about him again?”

You shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the overflow of tears threatening to spill out. “I… no, I’m not. I just… I don’t…”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright…” She immediately scrambled off her massage chair, coming over to yours and pulling you into her arms. “He’s a stupid fucker who doesn’t deserve you. There’s so many good guys who’ll die to be with you, Y/N, I’m sure even Seventeen’s Mingyu would date you if you gave him a chance. Really!”

You sniffled, burying your face in your friend’s chest. “Not everyone’s obsessed with Seventeen like you, Nari.”

“Well,” She hmph’ed. “Are there any K-pop groups you like, then?”

“No.”

“How about TXT? Enhypen? Astro? You like none of them?”

“Enhypen’s okay, I guess…”

“There we go! Okay, okay, who’s your favorite member?”

“The one with the really nice smile.”

“All of them have nice smiles, Y/N. Do you know his name?”

“Uh… Sun-something. I think his last name is Kim.”

“Sunoo? You like Sunoo? OMG! OMG! MY BEST FRIEND LIKES SUNOO!” Nari jumps off the massage chair, making “whoop whoop” noises as she dances across the spa room.

A beautiful raven-haired spa attendant creaks open the door, stepping in. “Hello, ladies. I hope you’re enjoying your evening. I just heard… something, and was wondering if you’re doing okay.”

Nari freezes with her left foot still in the air, arms bent in an awkward position. She coughs, blushing as she scrambled to a standing position. “Yes, um, we’re doing fine. Thank you, er…” Her eyes flicker down to the attendant’s nametag, “Chohee ♥” scribbled in pretty cursive handwriting. “...Chohee.”

You flashed your signature wide smile, giving her a thumbs up. “Yep! Nari just gets excited easily, everything’s okay!”

She smiles back, pretty pink lips devoid of any lip gloss or lipstick. “Alright, then. Call me if you need anything!”

“Wait!” Nari calls after her as she proceeds to shut the door. “How are we supposed to call you if we don’t have your number?”

Chohee laughs awkwardly. “Oh… haha… I meant, like, physically call me, not, like, with a phone… haha… but… I mean… like...” She takes a page from the tiny notebook in her pocket, writing something on it. She hands it over to Nari. “Here’s my number, just don’t… spam me… or anything… um…” She clears her throat. “I hope we can… be… friends… or… something…”

Nari smiles shyly, accepting the paper. “Yeah… thanks, Chohee. Um, it was great meeting you…”

They giggle dumbly together before a shrill “CHOHEE! WE HAVE CUSTOMERS WAITING, YOU KNOW!” interrupts the glassy moment. Chohee immediately jumps back into professionalism, clearing her throat. “Sorry, uh… Nari…? Was that it?”

Nari nods.

“Yeah. Nari. Um, I have to go…”

“Oh, we shouldn’t be interrupting your work, should we?” She laughs. “Thanks for… uh… everything…”

“No problem.” They giggle again. “I really have to get going though… Bye.”

“Bye, Chohee.”

“CHOHEE SEO! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOW YOU’RE FIRED! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Chohee’s eyes widen. “Oop, gotta go. Bye!” She runs off, Nari yelling one last “BYE!” as she waves.

When she finally closes the door and meets your eyes, she’s practically jumping up and down, heated cheeks glowing a fiery red.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Now do you believe in fairytale love?”

She coughs, picking at a scratchy stud on her arm. “I… no… I mean… maybe…”

You clap your hands once, grinning as you watch your friend’s face burn hotter. “Well, would you look at that! For once, I’m not the one that’s crazily in love and stupidly giddy!”

“Stop, Y/N!” She whines, playfully hitting your arm. “And plus, um, our face masks are hardening. It’s time to wash them off. I’m going to the bathroom. Um. Bye!”

And she’s taking off towards the bathroom, the sound of running water jolting you from your thoughts about… him.

Yoongi.

You bite your lip, wondering how pathetic you could possibly be. He doesn’t love you. He probably has a girlfriend and is about to get engaged. He probably doesn’t even remember you.

You look up at the blinding white ceiling, the soothing forest sounds playing from the speaker you forgot about now your only source of comfort.

Because the last two were “probably”’s, but the first one was a fact- Yoongi didn’t love you, and he never did.

~’’~

“For the last time, Nari, I’m 100% sure she likes you back. Just text her, tell her to meet up with you, confess at some cute caf-”

“No, Y/N! You don’t get it, I’m, like, really, really sure she likes the coffee shop server we met the other day, they were practically making out and- oh god, don’t even remind me about the lovey dovey googly eyes!” Nari stomps her foot childishly as you sigh for the upteenth time.

“Nari, just-” Your eyes widen, a brilliant yet sneaky-ish idea popping into your head. “Actually, it’s okay if you don’t want to just yet. I advise you to go take a shower though, wouldn’t want to be stinky, right?”

“But I’m not going anywhere special-”

“HAHAHAHAHA it doesn’t matter HAHAHAHA just go, go take a shower, go go go right now!”

“You’re acting weird…”

“HAHAHAHA am I now?”

“Um. Yeah. Alright. I’ll go shower. Bye.”

“BYE!”

“You’re being very enthusiastic.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah… bye though.”

It was an ordinary Saturday morning with Nari lounging at your place, complaining that Chohee wasn’t paying attention to her. So you’d tried to convince her to confess- which didn’t work, by the way.

Anyway, with Nari now in the shower and screaming along to “Chandelier” by Sia, you were ready to launch your plan into action.

Swiping her phone off the counter, you typed in the password (which she’d told you, as you told her yours as well) as fast as your glittery fake nailed thumbs could manage, plastic click-clacking against the oil-smudged screen. Nari had a habit of never washing her hands before texting, even after some good ol’ cheetos or fried chicken.

You click on the Textalk app and swipe down until you find Chohee’s contact (written “Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑").

10:42 am

Nari Lee said: hey chohee :) u there? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: nari Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: r u ok Nari Lee said: of course im ok :D Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: O-o hmm but u never use emoticons Nari Lee said: oh i just found out that i like them haha

10:43 am

Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: *raises eyebrow* Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: ok yeah im here, wassup? Nari Lee said: so… i was just wondering if ur free today for lunch, i have something to say to u Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: oh yeah ofc! where?

10:44 am

Nari Lee said: um how about magnolia cafe? @12? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: awesome! ill be there <3 Nari Lee said: sweet!

~’’~

“So…” You say, casually sliding into Nari’s room. She’s in a fluffy white bathrobe, brushing her hair and singing to herself. “What do you say for lunch at the Magnolia Cafe today?”

She shrugs. “Why not? I just showered, anyway.”

You smirk evilly. “Great! Make sure to put on some makeup and wear something nice.”

“Got it!”

~’’~

“Y/N!” Nari whisper-yells to you. “What in the name of my fuckin’ soggy underwear is Chohee doing here?!”

You hum, unbothered, as you skim over the menu. “How should I know? Anyway, I’m going to order some brunch. How about you?”

“Y/N! Ugh, shut the fuck up, I’m having a life threatening crisis right now! And why is she looking at me? And waving?”

You just smirk, shrugging. “Oops, gotta use the toilet. Bye!” You then dash off towards an empty table right behind theirs, wanting to laugh like a commando mad scientist. Your plan was done, and now it’s just time to see if it works.

Chohee walks over to Nari, and you see her visibly gulp. “Hey, Nari! You said there was something important you wanted to say to me?”

“Uh… I don’t… no? I don’t have anything to say?”

“Oh? Ah, I see. You’re making it suspenseful. Haha, I think I’ve had enough suspense. Spill!”

“Um… I like omelets?”

“What?”

“I… I like plants?”

“Excuse me?”

“Uh, I like you- WHAT AM I SAYING?!” Nari’s hand flies up to cover her mouth. Chohee furrows her brows.

“You… like me? Like, like like me? As more than a friend?”

“I-”

Chohee leans over the table and kisses her full on the lips, the sight so endearing you chuck out your phone and snap 18 photos. When they separate, Chohee’s grinning, Nari’s face a dark crimson and her bottom lip trembling. She touches it.

“You… kissed… me…”

“Mhm.”

“So does that mean-”

“I’d love to go out with you, Nari.”

And they’re giggling again.

~’’~

“HAVE A SAFE TRIP!!” Nari and Chohee call after you for the 26th time, waving like maniacs. You smile.

“I WILL!”

This was going to be the most exciting 2 weeks of your lifetime- you were going to Italy.

Italy.

~’’~

The small coffee shop is cute, light Italian jazz music playing in the background. The wooden walls are adorned with pictures of the owner’s family, the sweet smell of coffee beans drifting in the air.

To put it simply, it’s perfect.

Perfect for an exhausted coffee lover like you.

“A latte, please-” You pause when the server furrows his brow.

“You… eh… wan’ coffee wit’ milk, no? Not jus’ milk?”

“I mean, um…” You immediately pull up your phone and type into Google Translate. “... caffe latte.”

He nods. “Non c’e problema!” And a minute later, your latte is in your hands, the delicious smell wafting up your nostrils.

You sit down on a cushioned seat, marveling at the decorations and how cozy and warm it makes you feel. Taking a sip of your drink, you smile.

The moment is peaceful and happy, the chatter of the other customers fading in your ears as you just smile. No one to interrupt your daydreaming, no one to come over and call your name-

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shoot up, a familiar pair of cat-like ones staring at you. His hair is black as night, swept carelessly against his perfect forehead. His cute pink lips are jutted out in a tiny pout, pale moonlight skin practically shining. He’s ethereal, and hasn’t changed one bit.

“Y/N?” He says again, tilting his head slightly.

“O-oh. Um. Hey, Y-Yoongi, um, didn’t expect to see you here…” You laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head.

He laughs too, sitting down in the seat opposite yours with a black espresso in his hands. “Yeah, I found a job here. You?”

“I’m on vacation.”

“Cool.”

You stare at each other, having nothing to say. It’s like you want to stretch this moment out forever, stretch it until it erases all the horrible things he said and did to you.

He speaks again. “How long has it been?”

“What?”

He closes his eyes, clasping the mug between his hands tightly. “How-how long has it been- since I last saw you?”

You look down at your lap. “2 years.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Your eyes start to wet, a lone tear slipping past your eyelids. There was no barrier now, more droplets following the first one’s lead and cascading down your cheek. “Stop.”

He doesn’t stop, instead choosing to nab at your heartstrings with more words. “I’m so sorry, I only realized how bad I fucked up when you left… I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N, I thought about you every fucking day-”

“Stop it now-”

“And I realized that I love you more than anything, that you were the treasure I held onto without even knowing I valued you that much. Why do you think I chose to come to Italy? Because I knew it was always your dream to visit here, and I hoped I would run into you somehow. I lived like that, in heartbreak and hope and desperate love and whatever the fuck else every single day, just praying you’d forgive me, praying that you’d come here and tell me that you still love me-”

“Yoongi.” You stand up, slamming the table. Your chest is heaving, breathing heavily as you try to take in everything that he said. “Stop. It. Stop saying sorry. “Sorry.” So what? Sorry won’t help anything, I don’t love you and we are over. In fact, there is not even a “we” anymore. You are you and I am me, completely separate, all ties cut, whatever you want to call it.”

“Y/N-” Yoongi’s voice is desperate, those forlorn eyes swimming with melancholy. You cut him off.

“Shut up, Yoongi!” His lip trembles, looking up at you. You feel a pang of guilt, but throw it away along with all your other feelings. Everyone at the coffee shop is looking at you two, the server mumbling something.

You don’t care.

No, you don’t care about anything.

Not about how much you missed him, how much your heart ached, how much you wanted to just fling yourself into his arms and kiss him- convinced he was a changed man.

Not about how he was pleading you right now, fat droplets rolling down his blanched cheeks as he whispered “I love you”’s over and over again.

Not about how the coffee shop server was hurriedly jogging towards you, incomprehensible Italian filling the air.

This was supposed to be a safe place.

The sweet scent and lulling conversations you fell in love with just moments ago, replaced with bitter words and the sound of tears.

You don't care.

You don't care.

You don't care.

Why are you crying, then? Why are those salty droplets cascading down your face? Why are you fighting so hard between your heart and your brain, trying to decide which to listen to?

Should you take him back, act like nothing has happened like your heart tells you to? Or should you give him the ignorance he deserves, leave the coffee shop and try to forget about this whole catastrophe like your brain says?

"Do you love him? Yes, you do. So choose me, your heart."

"Choose me, Y/N, your brain. I'm telling you to be rational."

You shut your heart out, brain taking over control. Yoongi deserves this. This of indifference, apatheticness, maybe even hatred.

“I don't love you, Yoongi.”

And you were out.

~''~

That night in your hotel room, you cry and cry and cry until the familiar “ding a ling ding a ling ding a ling ding dong” of a Textalk video call wakes you up from your thoughts.

You pick up, wiping all your tears until there is no trace of them left. “H-hey, Nari,” You hiccuped.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Nari’s eyebrows are furrowed as she tries to read your face. “It’s the first day of your dream vacation and you’re crying? Tell me what happened, please.”

“Yeah, you don’t look too good…” Chohee chimes in, sticking her head into the screen. “Don’t tell me you were robbed or something? Oh, no. No no no no. Please let it not be that.”

You smile halfheartedly, trying to change the subject. “Hey, Chohee. Staying the night?”

She nods, concern still painted over her face. “Mhm. But that’s not important, can you please just tell us what happened? It’s okay if it’s something small or stupid, we’re your friends and we’ll be here for you no matter what. We’re just… really concerned, and-”

“Yoongi.” Nari says suddenly, eyes wide.

“W-what? Y-Yoongi? What- what about him? I-I mean, I d-didn’t run into him, I-I’m just a-asking…” Your eyes are wider than cantaloupes, praying she wasn’t some psychic and had mystical powers or whatever.

She sits up from her previous lying-on-her-stomach position abruptly, looking at your stunned state. “Yoongi… do you remember he said he always wanted to visit Italy? He… was he there? Did you run into him?”

You are unable to speak, stuttering as your lip trembles. “Y-yes.”

Chohee and Nari both scream.

“THE WHAT?!”

“YOU RAN INTO YOONGI?!”

“Guys!” You yell, trying to somewhat calm them down (although you needed calming down yourself, too). “Stop! It wasn’t much, okay? Just- just some… talking, and then I left! That’s all!”

They look at each other, not sure whether to believe your explanation or not. Chohee opens her mouth a few times, as though pondering if she should speak or not- and no words come out.

“Really!” You exclaim, trying to convince them. You throw your hands up into the air for exaggeration, trying your hardest to look like you’re telling the truth. “We were like, um, best friends! Like nothing happened! And the coffee server didn’t come and shoo us out! He didn’t! And Yoongi didn’t cry or apologize or anything!”

Nari sighs. “Look, Y/N. I’m only saying I believe you because if I don’t you’ll bug me forever. But seriously, as your best friends, Chohee and I hereby promise to smack Yoongi in the face and shove skunk poop up his pretty nose. Right?” she looks at Chohee expectantly.

Chohee nods. “Yep. And don’t forget about the eating facial cream and drowning in turnip juice part. Y/N, I don’t care who it is, but if they dare to hurt you I will not hesitate to knock their teeth out.”

“If they even dare to insult you in any way, I’ll help Chohee knock their teeth out. I'll do most of the work, obviously, since... actually…” Nari pauses, biting her lip as she thinks. “Maybe, if it’s Mingyu that insults you, I’ll let him go…”

Chohee smacks her arm, rolling her eyes as Nari yelling a loud “what was that for?”. “For heaven’s sake, Nari! That totally ruined the moment.”

Nari shrugs, shooting Chohee a glare. “What, are we shooting a drama or something?”

You smile, looking down into your lap as your two friends bicker and give each other friendly smacks.

Maybe, just maybe, this world wasn’t unfair to you after all- you found happiness outside of Yoongi and the world of romance.

Maybe.

~''~

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Okay. I did okay with the ending, right???? I did okay with the plot, right???? I didn't make Yoongi too horrible, right????

Right.

Okay.

Welp, anyway, remember to check my blog for updates on when part 2 is coming!

-*+ Rose +*-

[babybottlepop96]

Home Again Chapter 1

Jean x Marco

Summary: Jeana and Marco have been friends since the tender ages of 5 and 7. They grow together and fall in love.... then Jean disappears.

Warnings: This story will contains mentions of past rape and abuse. The violence parts will probably be descriptive, but the rape will not be. There will be eventual smut further along into the story. 

~20 Years Ago~

"Jean, honey, this is mommy's new boss, Mr. Bott. He is the man who is going to help us, so I need you to be on your best behavior, okay?" The small five year old with ash blonde hair, dark brown undercut and honey golden eyes nodded his head as he stared at the tall dark haired man with dark chocolate eyes.

"Nice to meet you Master Jean." The man smiled down at the boy with a warm smile. "This is my son, Marco, he just turned seven a few months ago. Heard you enjoy dinosaurs and superheroes?" Jean nodded as he stared at the boy just two years older than himself with wide eyes, mapping out all the freckles along his tanned skin, milk chocolate eyes staring back into his own with a smile that could make the grumpiest of men relax. "Marco has a boatload of dinosaur and superhero toys, Marco, why don't you show Jean your room?" Marco smiled, grabbing Jean's hand and dragging him up the giant spiral staircase to the second floor.

Once inside the room, Jean's jaw dropped, the size of Marco's bedroom was bigger than his whole house combined. The ceiling was high with detailed trim along the edges, painted in a dark brown and a pale maroon shade of red. The bed was bigger than what any seven year old should have, a giant flat screen tv was mounted onto the wall across from the bed and games, movies and toys filled the rest of the room. "Do you want to play a video game? I have Spyro the dragon, Crash Bandicoot, Mario Kart?" The freckles kid asked, naming off games while setting up one of the many gaming consoles he owned.

"I… ummm.." Jean stood there nervously, rocking on his feet while twiddling his tiny thumbs. "I've never played a video game before." He looked up to see Marco smiling at him.

"That's okay! I'll teach you! We can start with Mario Kart, it's a multiplayer game, so I'll be able to teach you!" He smiled proudly as if he just won first place at the spelling bee.

"Oh, okay! Thank you!" Jean grabbed the controller Marco handed out to him with shaky hands. The two sat down on the squishy blue and purple bean bag chairs and started a game, Marco showing him how to pick his character, how to move and control the kart and how to throw the special abilities gained when hitting the boxes with the question marks.

"So, Jean, what's your favorite color?"

"Purple." Jean spoke as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing on the screen, still having a bit of trouble with the turns.

"Cool! Mines red!" Marco spoke as he gestures to the room around them. 

"Favorite food?" Jean asked, stealing a glance at the older kid next to him, he couldn't help but smile, Marco's smile was infectious.

"Spaghetti! Well, all kinds of pasta! Penne, ravioli, ricotta-"

"I thought ricotta was a cheese?" Jean questioned, he wasn't actually sure himself, he just knew that cheese was a luxury in his home, never having enough money most of the time for really fancy things like cheeses.

"Oh, yeah! It is!" Marco giggled, "I just really like ricotta cheese." Jean giggled too, this kid was alright. "You're my new best friend, Jean."

~8 Years Later~

"Will you just shut up, Yeager?" A thirteen year old Jean Kirstein, as calmly as he could, spoke with his fist balled up at his sides as he walked out of the middle school building.

"Come on, Kirstein, didn't your poor piss excuse for a mother teach you it isn't nice to tell people to shut up?" Eren, the school bully, asshole and dick, in Jean's opinion, insulted. That's when Jean's resolve faded into nothing and landed a swift punch to the tanned, unblemished skin, a crunch was heard throughout the whole parking lot. Eren fell to the ground but quickly regained his strength and landed a kick to Jean's guy. The wind was knocked from Jean's lungs, but his anger was dominant. He lunged for the bastard who insulted his mother, the only parent he ever knew who worked her ass off to make sure he survived, to give the douche-nozzle a good pounding, but warm, strong arms held him back before hos fist could collide with it's intended target.

"Jean." A warm voice whispered in his ear, Marco. He relaxed in the freckles arms but he was still livid. "Let's go." Then, he was dragged off to the black Chevy Impala.

"Is that your boyfriend Horse Face? Man, I knew you were fruity but seriously? You could do better!" Jean almost got out Marco's grip, but the taller, older teen had his grip firm and all but threw the teen into the back seat.

"Jean-" 

"No, don't start Marco! He taunted me about how I have to live my life, insulted my mother, then insulted you! He deserved to get his lights punched out!" Jean yelled, unshed tears forming in the corners of his Carmel eyes, threatening to spill any second. Marco just simply drew the younger into his arms and the driver drove towards Bott Manor. "He… he doesn't have to be so mean! I never did anything to him!" 

When they finally pulled into the Manor, Marco led Jean to his room, the same room they first became friends in eight years ago. The stuffed animals and small toys are now replaced with books, CDs and even more games and movies. Marco sat them down on the bed and neither spoke for a few minutes. "He was right, ya know." Marco finally spoke and Jean looked at him like he had four heads. "You could do better than me, if we were together."

"Marco Bott, you stop right there! No one could ever replace you! You are literally the best person alive! If I had the balls to kiss you I would!" Jean and Marco's eyes widened and Jean turned into a blushing, flustered mess. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I.. I don't know why I said tha-", but Jean couldn't finish, Marco's lips pressed firmly against his in a gentle yet passionate kiss that spoke thousands of words and so many feelings. 

"I love you Jean." Marco whispered as they pulled apart, foreheads still touching as both tried to regain their breath and slow their hearts. Jean cupped Marco's face in his hands and kissed him again.

"I love you too, Marco."

~2 Years Later~

Jean Kirstein, fifteen year old freshman at Trost High, walked through the park on his way home after work. He hates his job, hates working behind the counter at the local Taco Bell, hates that Eren works there too in the kitchen as a prep cook, hates dealing with annoying ass customers with snarky attitudes complaining that their crunch wrap supreme doesn't have enough sour cream. Well sorry, Karen, I don't make the fucking food nor do I determine how much sour cream goes on it. Today was a particularly bad day, Eren called off claiming he was sick when Jean really knew he was out with his "boyfriend" leaving him to prepare food and take orders. Then someone took a dump on the men's bathroom floor, didn't even try to aim for the fucking toilet! Just took a shot right there in the middle of the goddamn floor which he had to clean up himself while his manager bitched about him not doing his job at the counter. All Jean wanted to do was go home, talk to his boyfriend for a little before he eventually went to bed and got up early the next day for school.

It was a simple request that he wished for while the clock ticked by slowly. Jean was so into his own head, he never heard the footsteps coming up behind him until it was too late. A wet cloth covered his nose and mouth, his eyes widened for a second before the world faded to black.

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"We have to find him!" Marco shouted at his father who was looking at him with a solemn expression. Marco paced back and forth in front of his father's desk, hands taking through his u kept hair. He has barely slept a wink since Jean vanished three days ago, his mind wondering about all the worst scenarios it could think of.

"We are trying, son, but we have no evidence of anything taking place. No struggle, no personal belongings, nothing to suggest anything has even happened."

"But Jean couldn't have just vanished into thin air! He wouldn't run away either! He loved his mom too much to just up and leave her and me…" Marco trailed off, thinking about his and Jean's time together over the last two years. Picnic and arcade dates, eating pizza and hot wings while they binge watched their favorite tv series at that moment, the soft and gentle kisses they shared between one another before they parted ways, always promising to text each other once they got home, letting the other one know they got there safe. That's the single most reason why Marco knew something was wrong. Neither of them forgot to send the 'im home safe and sound' text. Not once, in the ten years that they've known each other, did they miss sending that text. Even as children and Marco's father gave Mrs. Kirstein a cell phone as a gift to keep in contact, did they miss THAT text.

"Son, we are doing everything we can to find Jean. But we also need to think rationally, Jean might not ever be found." Marco froze at those words, Jean may be lost forever? He may never see those honey eyes, beautiful smile, perfect sketches and vibrant paintings painted by those slender pale hands and fingers? May never run his hands through those soft locks of ash and brown ever again? That's when Marco broke, he screamed and fell to the floor in a fetal position on the floor. His father looked at him with hurt in his own dark chocolate eyes, for him, his son and Jean's mother who was currently out looking for her only child as they speak. Don Bott rose from his leather chair and walked around the desk, kneeling in front of his son. He put his hand on his back and whispered a pained, "I'm sorry, Marco."

~10 Years Later (Present Day)~

Here he was, once again, at an underground auction. Mr. Bott hated these things, but he had no other choice, ever since Mrs. Kirstein passed away three years ago from a drunk driving accident, he hasn't been able to find someone who cleaned as well as she had. Every person he hired had an attitude or just didn't speak at all, always forgetting to dust the book shelves or take out the trash. So he relented and took up on Mr. Ackerman's suggestion to go to an auction. Getting there early to get a good seat, Mr. Bott, along with Mr. Ackerman, Mr. Braun and Mr. Hoover, the Dons of their respected parts of New York City, all sat down to converse while the auction for the…. Pleasure portion of the auction slowly came to a close. Mr. Bott cringed as the scum of New York bid money on these poor people just for the gratification of getting their dick in a hole.

"And now for our last and best prize of the night!" The auctioneer spoke as the Dons sighed in relief, none of them liked the idea of people being sold for pleasure as they themselves, tried for years to get it under control but never succeeding. "This one has been in the business for ten years, used and a bit rough looking, but this little beauty will be the best fuck you ever had. Clean and pliant, not a bad body either if I do say so myself. Number 54!" The announcer spoke as someone roughly shoved a young man out into the center of the room. The numbers flying from the crowd started pouring in left and right and it got the Dons wondering whom this "prize" was. "Three-thousand!" "Ten-thousand!" "Twenty Five-thousand!"

"Two hundred-thousand!" The crowd went quiet after hearing the deep booming voice coming from the front row.

"Two hundred-thousand! Going once! Going twice! Sold! To Do Bott!" The young man was then hauled out of the room to be prepped for leaving the facility.

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"Dad! I'm home! Reiner, Bert, Mikasa, Eren and Armin are here too!" Marco called from the doorway as he and the others walked into the Manor. "Dad?!"

"In the living room son!" He heard his father call and the group walked towards the sound.

"What's up? We heard your voicemail and hauled ass here. What happened?" Marco asked as soon as he saw his father, eyes brimmed with tears and a small smile. The others in the room, specifically Dr. Yeager, looked at them, small sad but slightly happy smiles on their faces. "What's going on here?" The group looked at each other, confused and concern plastered on their faces. Once Mr. Bott moved to the side and gestured to the couch, it was then that the group realized what was happening. On the couch asleep, lay a thin pale man, dark circles under his eyes, bruises and scars and even some fresh wounds, now neatly stitched up thanks to Dr. Yeager, littering his almost naked form. Marco stared at the man laying on the pale green couch and tears flooded down his cheeks. "Jean?"

[junhyukiscute]

drabble 4 with hyunjae and could you make it very fluffy? :3

hello, soulmate (the boyz hyunjae x reader)

author note: hyunjae could literally be breathing and he’d still be the most handsome man

drabble 4: “i don’t know how I managed to live so long without you.”

(note: bold - hyunjae, normal - you)

soulmates were a common phenomenon in your world. some were connected by a red string of fate, others were connected by taste. you, my dear friend, were connected with your soulmate through your thoughts. kind of basic, but at least you didn’t have to suffer through vague dreams like your friend eric, or their taste buds like sunwoo. the only downhill to your bond was that you couldn’t tell each other your names because it didn’t work like that. fate would eventually just work itself out.

it was kind of nice, you guys had conversations whenever you could. your soulmate was a college student who was trying their best in become a vet and worked very hard. despite the stress of studying in the medical field, you would pop up and try to crack jokes so he could have a little laugh. needless to say, your interactions with him made his day.

“ew! my soulmate just ate mustard and broccoli,” sunwoo screamed at the lunch table.

“no one cares,” eric shot back.

as you watched your best friends bicker, you thought to yourself, idiots.

ive been stuck listening to my friends argue about how much carrots they can shove up their nose. im gonna shove kevin off a cliff.

don’t do it buddy, you’ll be sent to jail for attempted murder. how will we be able to see each other if you’re in jail?

well if i make the news, you’ll be able to know what i look like and we can meet up at my cell.

you chuckle out loud which causes the bickering to stop.

“what’s gotten you so cheery?” sunwoo eyes you suspiciously.

“shes probably talking to her soulmate,” eric replies. eric makes a kissy face at sunwoo, “hEy bAbe i wAs jUst tHiNkIng oF yOu cAuse You Know, wE cAn tALk to EacH oTher!!”

sunwoo laughs at eric’s impression of you, and starts to laugh even harder after you threw a baby carrot smack in the middle of eric’s face.

“seriously though (y/n), you’re pretty lucky to have a convenient bond. are you close to meeting him yet?” sunwoo questionied.

you sighed,” no, not yet. i wanna meet him soon though, all i know is that he goes to some university in seoul and likes coffee at the cafe near his campus.”

eric’s eyes widen, “wait, there’s a twosome coffee shop near this university down the street!”

sunwoo gasped and shook eric by the shoulders, “eric, you’re useful for once!!” ignoring the offended look on eric’s face, he turns to you, “once school’s done, it’s gonna be spring break. you know what that means?”

“movie nights and sleepovers while we procrastinate on our homework?” you questioned.

“no, you idiot, we’re gonna go to that coffee shop everyday so you could see your soulmate!” sunwoo says.

once it registered in your mind, you gasped, “wait, we might be able to see my soulmate?!”

“i knew my days of skipping school would come in handy one day,” eric smirked.

time skip

you were in your last period, daydreaming as your teacher lectured.

aish.. i’m really craving an iced americano right now.

the bell had rung and you ran out the classroom to meet up with sunwoo and eric, who coincidentally had the last period together. “guys, my soulmate likes iced americanos. we have to go, NOW,” you said. eric and sunwoo nodded before you guys dashed off to the cafe down the street of your guys school.

the door opened and bell chimed, the baristas greeted you as you guys walked in. 

“okay, i’ll keep watch by sitting at that table in the corner. since you invited us here, you’re paying, (y/n),” sunwoo said as he walked off to the said table.

“while you’re ordering, i’ll keep watch for anyone who’s ordering an iced americano. by the way, i don’t drink coffee so can you get a whole chocolate cake? we’re gonna be here for a while, thanks (y/n)! you’re the best,” eric patted your shoulder and shoved you in line.

you cried on the inside as you ordered two iced mochas and a whole chocolate cake for here. the cashier looked at you weirdly, “and your name?”

“(y/n),” you said and looked at his nametag, “thanks... kevin?!”

kevin looked taken aback before eyeing you, “do i know you?”

“oh.. haha,” you sheepishly laughed, “sorry, um.. it just sounded familiar..”

“oookkaaayyy, that’ll be 40,000 won,” he said as you handed him your card, “we’ll call you when your drinks are ready...”

after he dissappeared to the back, you ran up to sunwoo and slammed your hands on the table, making him scream out of fright, “guys. i think that barista is my soulmate’s friend. he talked about some dude named kevin.”

“oh for real?? ask him if he has a friend that likes iced americanos!!” eric said energetically as he scarfed the cake.

“yeah, like he probably doesn’t have 50 friends who like iced americanos. what if he doesn’t even have friends?” sunwoo replied as he rolled his eyes.

“(y/n)! your drinks are ready,” kevin called out.

“ask him!” eric whispered out loud.

as you walked towards the counter to pick up the drinks, you stood there and looked at him. kevin, already a bit weirded out by your behavior from earlier asked, “do you need anything else...?”

“do you have any friends that like iced americanos?” you questioned.

“okaaayy so I don’t know if you know this but my friends are in college, you’re a high schooler based on your uniform. im not gonna partake in pedophilia.”

“listen man, our friend has a soulmate who goes to this cafe and orders a nasty battery acid drink during his break so god help us!” eric shouted as sunwoo tried to desperately hold him back.

“we’re seniors,” you added in quickly.

kevin sighed and pinched his nose bridge while he thought hard, “are you sure it’s this cafe?”

“yes, im sure because he goes to a cafe near his college, and there’s a college near here, right?” you said.

“yeah...” kevin deeply sighed, “i have a few friends who drink iced americanos.”

“who were you with earlier when you tried to see how much carrots you could shove up your nose?”

kevin chokes on his spit, “how did you know that?!”

“im connected through my soulmate by thoughts,” you replied.

he gasped in realization, “wait, my friend named-“

“kevin, get back to work and stop flirting with the customer!! one more warning and you’re fired!!” a voice boomed from the back.

kevin jumped before looking at you sheepishly, “sorry (y/n), i gotta go,” and ran off to the cashier station where an annoyed lady was waiting.

you groaned before grabbing the drinks and plopping down at the table.

“so all we know is that he does have a friend who’s your soulmate but we didn’t get a name,” sunwoo said. you guys all sighed in unison before sadly sipping on the drinks.

spring break went past quickly, and there was no sign of your soulmate visiting at the coffee shop. heck, you couldn’t even hear his thoughts anymore.

“it’s okay, (y/n), you’ll see him eventually,” eric reasoned as sunwoo pat your back.

you sighed deeply as you sipped on an iced americano at the cafe. this sucks, why can’t my soulmate just come in and order already?

at seoul university (lol just go with it), hyunjae was writing notes down at the library when kevin strolled in with Jacob and plopped down at the table.

kevin sighed dramatically before leaning back on his chair, “there’s this trio of high schoolers who won’t stop coming to the cafe im working at and they keep staring at me!! the girl says that her soulmate goes there and orders an iced americano, kinda creepy but i appreciate her dedication to meet him. says they have a soulmate link by their thoughts, isn’t that kinda like yours?”

hyunjae mumbles, “an iced americano sounds great. haven’t been able to get it from your work since ive been studying for finals” before a voice in his head says this sucks, why can’t my soulmate just come in and order already? hyunjae drops his pen in shock. “wait, kevin, are they still there?” hyunjae questioned.

“hm, probably, why?” kevin replies. the two piece the information together before kevin gasps as he punches Jacob out of excitement. “oh my god, is that your soulmate?! go get them tiger!!” kevin cheered with Jacob (who was very confused). hyunjae packed up his stuff and dashed out of the library and to the cafe. once he reached the cafe and pushed open the door widely, a few customers glanced but went back to their own business.

hyunjae slowly strolls before saying rather loudly, “can i please order an iced americano?” while subtlely glancing around the shop. a few gasps were heard and he found a trio of high school uniforms. he made eye contact with you and felt like time had stopped.

there you were, in all your glory, with slightly ruffled up hair and dark eye bags. even though you looked like you just woke up, you still looked incredibly cute. his heart beat erratically at the sight of your beautiful self before he gulped and walked up to you.

sunwoo and eric caught wind of the situation and shoved each other out of the table as you were trying to hold back a smile. hyunjae cleared his throat because thinking, i wish my soulmate knew how cute they are.

you grinned and said, “i wish my soulmate knew how they are too,” you stood up and held out your hand, “hi soulmate. im (y/n). it’s really, really nice to meet you.”

hyunjae smiles as he took your hand and pulled you into an embrace. “i don’t know how i managed to live so long without you.” he breathed out as he wrapped his hands around your frame. “im hyunjae, but you can just call me yours from now on.”

[tinyhwng]

i always want to be on your side

request? yes (@minakoo1)

pairing: boyfriend!hyunjin x reader

t/w: cursing

genre: angst + fluffy ending

word count: 2k

a/n: i absolutely adored writing this! this was a recent request but i just had to write it now. im a sucker for hyunjin afterall.

summary: Your first real fight in your six years of relationship and you both lost control over your words. You confront each other, exchanging statements more painful than the next. It wasn’t until somebody breaks that the both of you realized the impact of your harsh words towards each other. 

“Can you not see, y/n? He was fucking flirting with you!” Hyunjin screamed, his veins visible as his voice echoed in your dark living room apartment. 

“He wasn’t, Hyunjin. You’re exceptionally delusional today.” You fought back, frustration growing over you. 

It wasn’t always this way. This was the first time there was ever a misunderstanding between the two of you. You both had never been in this situation causing you two to lose control over the words you exchanged with one another.  

What happened anyway?

The day before, you had notified Hyunjin about a work dinner you were invited to. As being the only female in your team, Hyunjin’s concerns grew, worried that something bad would happen to you. You tried to reassure him, explaining that your coworkers never saw you that way but Hyunjin didn’t buy it. He was the only guy he trusts being around you alone and of course, you being alone with six other men not only pissed him off but was highly jealous as well. 

“Hyunjin, do you not trust me?” You stare into his eyes, hoping it would ease his worries. You weren’t used to him being so tensed and you only thought that it was something that would easily pass.

“Y/N, they’re guys. I-” He failed to complete his sentence, not wanting to speak for the worse. “I don’t know.”

You reached for his hand, squeezing it to calm him. “I know you’re worried, love but trust me okay? I know what I’m doing.” 

He nods but his face was still dimmed. You knew he was only agreeing for your sake but you grasped his discomfort in the situation.

“Why don’t you come with, love? I bet they won’t mind. You can come join after you finish up in the studio tomorrow.” You suggested, waiting for his approval. 

His face lit up at your idea, his worries slowly disappearing before him. He looks back at you, his eyes gleaming with approval. “That would be great.”

You and your coworkers make your way to the newly opened barbeque restaurant nearby. You texted your boyfriend as you guys settled down.

“Love, we’re here. We’ll order now but come text me when you’re on your way so your food won’t be cold once you get here.” 

“I’ll be coming now, don’t worry. Practice ended earlier than usual.”

“Okay. See you then :)”

You ordered for the two of you. Six years of knowing the boy, you had no trouble finding what he wanted from the menu. One of your coworkers interrupted your thoughts.

“Y/N, you’re boyfriend is coming right?” he asked, distributing the utensils around. 

You nod. Suddenly the front door rang, indicating that a new customer entered in which you assumed was your boyfriend. You look back, only to be disappointed that it was only the team leader from the other division of your company. You continue to greet him, regretting your eyes made contact with his. 

He goes for the spot in between you and your other coworker, the spot you wanted to reserve for Hyunjin. 

“I-” You wanted to tell him though he only interrupted you.

“Y/N, right? Pleased to meet you. I’m Jeno, head of the managing team.” He stretched out his hand which you shook with no problem. 

Moments later, Hyunjin arrives. He gives you a soft nudge, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head before taking the seat on your left.

“Happy to meet you all. I’m Hyunjin, y/n’s boyfriend.” He delivered a smile before taking a seat. 

“Ah, wasn’t this a company meeting,” Jeno beside you bantered.

You let out an awkward laugh, “My coworkers said it was fine.”

You felt a poke from your left, “I thought there were only six guys in your team?” His voice was stern, sounding offended from Jeno’s joke.

“He just came, I don’t know. He’s from another division but he’s still in the company.” You whispered back.

The night continued with no problems. The table stuffed themselves, conversing about work and Hyunjin’s job. Things started to change once the alcohol started to kick in. 

“So, you’re a choreographer huh?” Jeno asked your boyfriend.

Hyunjin nodded, “Why?” He noticed the small smirk Jeno had while asking him, irritated at his mocking tone.

“I don’t know. It’s rare for choreographers to make money around here. I just feel bad-” 

“Jeno.” You interrupted him, noticing Hyunjin’s discomfort.

“What? I’m just saying.” He takes a look at you, “You could do better.”

Hyunjin was enraged. He was starting to get impatient, your grip was the only thing stopping him from landing a punch. 

“Love,” you whispered to your boyfriend. “He’s drunk. Let him go.”

“You’re a lucky guy. Every guy in our company has probably wanted to go out with y/n at least once.” He chuckled.

Hyunjin snickered at Jeno’s comments, containing his anger as much as he could. “Oh I know I’m lucky,” he replied, squeezing your hand.

You smiled back at him, proud that he was able to keep his outrage in. 

“Girls like settling down at this time, right y/n? Guess he can’t do that for you right now huh?” His comments aggravated your boyfriend. Had you not been there, you know Hyunjin won’t back down. 

“Please stop talking. You don’t know him to say that.” You defended your boyfriend once more.

“Shut the fuck up.” The boy behind you exploded, his eyes focused on the boy on your right. You held him back before he could attempt to stand. 

“Hyunjin- calm down.”

“That fucker is trying me.” 

“I think it’s time to go.” You stood up, pulling Hyunjin with you. You felt a grip around your right arm.

“Aw, don’t be a party pooper y/n.”

Your coworkers saw the tension in the situation. Hyunjin grew furious at Jeno’s hands clutched around yours.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” He removed Jeno’s hand from your arm, almost scratching your arm. 

You flinch back, retracting your arm back to your chest, looking annoyed both at Jeno and Hyunjin. 

You pull Hyunjin with you to leave, your coworkers pulling Jeno back before making the situation any worse. 

Upset, you both left in a hurry. You entered your dark apartment, furious as you threw your coat on the living room chair. You ran your fingers through your hair, visibly disquieted about the situation. Hyunjin had watched you, not knowing how to respond to the situation.

“I told you to let him go, didn’t I?” Your voice targetted the boy, raged at his actions earlier.

“You’re mad at me? He was shaming our relationship, y/n” He defended himself, surprised that you weren’t taking his side.

“I told you, he was drunk, Hyunjin. You just made the situation worse. How am I gonna face him at work-”

“You’re concerned about that over us? Me? Y/N, are you saying you agree with him?”

“No, of course, that ‘s not what I meant.” You admit you lost control over your words. “This job is just important to me, Hyunjin. You know that.”

“He was flirting with you while me, your boyfriend, was beside you.” He quietly muttered, barely enough to be heard.

“He was drunk. I doubt he knew what he was doing.”

He chuckled, clearly annoyed at your response. 

“Can you not see, y/n? He was fucking flirting with you!” Hyunjin screamed, his veins visible as his voice echoed in your dark living room apartment.

“He wasn’t, Hyunjin. You’re exceptionally delusional today.” You fought back, frustration growing over you. “I shouldn’t have invited you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? So what, he can freely flirt with you behind my back?”

“No, that’s not-.” Your frustration was starting to blind you, not stopping even if you knew your words were hurting. “Just stop being jealous all the fucking time.” You snapped back.

“How dare you-” He choked back at your words, his heart beating faster as his anger grew. “Was it because he said I couldn’t settle down? Are you ashamed because of that? Did you agree with him?”

“I never said that, Hyunjin. Stop putting words into my mouth. I defended you when he said.that-”

“Because you were ashamed-”

“I wasn’t.” You exclaimed. “I’ve never been ashamed of you.”

“Then why does it seem like you’re taking his side?” He disputed, his fingers running through his disheveled hair. 

“I’m not- I’m just disappointed you acted that way.”

“Are you fucking serious, y/n? Any boyfriend would act the way I did. It’s you that I’m disappointed with. Sitting there, letting him talk to you like that as if I wasn’t there.”

“What are you indicating, huh, Hyunjin? That I was letting him hook up with me?”

“Were you not? Seemed like I was the only thing stopping you-”

“Oh, fuck you.” Tears streamed down your face as you made your way to your bedroom, furiously shutting the door behind you.

You were aghast at his response. How could he think that way, you thought. You wished he wasn’t so blunt, it broke you that he could assume such a thing. 

Hyunjin was appalled at his words. Regretting it the moment he said them but his body was too in shock to stop you from leaving. He hated himself for saying such a thing, knowing he unintentionally called out one of your insecurities against you. He felt awful, both wanting to give you space and wanting to run to you.

He makes his way over to your door, hearing faint sobs from the other side. It shattered him to hear you like this and even worse, it was because of him. He didn’t mean to make the situation so severe, he really just couldn’t see past Jeno’s actions as easily as you wanted. 

He gently knocks, hoping you’d hear them through your sobs.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I was too angry to think, I’m sorry.” He crouched outside your bedroom door, awaiting an answer. 

As you soak your bedsheets, your mind was bombarded with numerous thoughts all at once. You realized that you also needed to apologize. He was right, you couldn’t stop Jeno from making those comments about you. You were too worried about your job and keeping Hyunjin calm that you were too inattentive to his flirty remarks that seemed to upset your boyfriend. You were sorry. You saw the Hyunjin’s dark figure from the crack between the door the floor. 

You made your way towards the door, gently opening it. You were greeted by Hyunjin’s body crouched down, his head tucked into his chest. You didn’t know if he was crying but you’ve rarely seen him this vulnerable. You place your hand on his back, rubbing it in circles and could faintly hear his sniffling.

“I’m sorry too. I was too angry to understand it from your perspective.” You explained. “I shouldn’t have tried to fight back. I realize he made you uncomfortable because of his actions towards me. I’m sorry.”

He lightly lifts his head, tears blurring his pupils. He promptly pulls you in, wrapping his arms around you as he stores his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’m so sorry y/n. I had no idea why I said that.” His voice muffled but enough to be discerned. 

“No, Hyunjin. It’s my fault too. I’m sorry.” You wrapped your arms around him too, gently placing soft strokes on the top of his hair. “I don’t like this. I don’t like fighting with you.”

“Me too.” The boy responded, “I always want to be on your side.”

“I’m sorry for not taking your side. You were right. I hate that I did that.” You replied.

His embrace was warm but strong, assuring your frail body that you would never be in harm’s way when you’re with him. Time stopped and the world around you ceased spinning, melting away as he gently squeezes you tighter, wanting to hold you even longer.

He felt you shift but restricted you from moving any further.

“Let’s stay a bit longer like this please, love?”

You hummed in approval, feeling him smile as he places a delicate kiss on the side of your neck. 

[friendlylocalwhumper]

oH I deeply desire that last drabble from Lux's perspective. Especially with him asking Emory to leave. That sounds really hard for them both. And maybe some fluff and comfort at the end.

here you go, the last drabble’s conversation between lux and quinn, from lux’s perspective! or at least, mostly. at the end it’s back to quinn.

“H-he, he, uh… do you - d’you re-eally need to know, ev-veryting?” Lux twists his shirt between his fingers, his stomach sinking when Quinn nods, serious and focused.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s hard,” They offer, with the kind of tone that a funeral director would use when guiding a customer through their grief politely, but waiting for the check to be written at the end of the consultation.

“I-it’s… it’s okay,” Mutters Lux, glancing at the bedroom door. Emory’s in there, probably fuming, itching to kick Quinn out but respecting that Lux asked him to back off. This feels like something he needs to do. Lux always wanted to offer this stuff up to the Resistance, to be used, to save lives. It’s gotta be useful somehow. “Um… so you, you wanna know what he li-iked?”

Quinn nods, loosely curly hair swaying. Their freckles, big and splotchy, remind Lux of Emory a little bit. They look gentle, kind, soft around the edges - but they’re just not. Lux wonders if they ever were. Being a magic user tends to rob you of your softness.

“O-okay. Um… he liked getting reactions out of me. The whip, that’s what - tha-at, that’s what got me all scared, in the beginning. Put me on edge. And it hurts, it - he’s really strong. Um. He likes… uh, humiliation. Making you feel ashamed, making you beg, and not giving you what you beg for, or - or giving it to you, and making you thank him. He, liked it when… when I was sweet. Uh, he called me sweet when I, when I leaned into touch, you know, just, I was exhausted, and hurting, and, and I was down there a long time, with no one, and he, when he was, gentle…”

At Lux’s pause, thick with upset, Quinn figures they should offer reassurance to keep him going. “You don’t have to justify yourself. He broke you down like that on purpose. It helps to hear, I promise. All of this is important, it helps.”

The warlock nods, more to himself than anything, it seems. “Okay. Okay, if it helps. Um… he li-ikes choking. He’s strong, li-ike I said, and… and he does it for hours. Likes the bruising. T-touches…” Lux ghosts a finger along his own throat in haunted gesture, and Quinn tenses in anger. Javi, coming home with his throat black and blue, breaths catching and crashing together with panic.

They push it down. School their expression. Listen as Lux pushes through his aching memories.

“Uses magic, so you can’t breathe. It was like… like pushing all the air out of an air mattress. He’d push down, on my ribs, and use magic to make me breathe out, all the way out, no air - and then I couldn’t breathe in. And he, he’d let me breathe, a little bit, so I wouldn’t pass out, so he could do it for - for too long. He likes that. Likes, the… the control, I guess. It’s all about control, with him. Anything that makes him feel like you’re just, just, like… a broken thing he can twist around and get reactions out of. He likes, sounds, little sounds. When you’re scared. I don’t - is this he-elping? It feels, feels like I’m not saying anything useful.”

“Oh, it’s helping. It makes a big difference, to know what he likes, what he searches for. What motivates him. Did he ever go too far? Lose control, do damage he regretted?”

Lux’s eyes flicker away, in the search for memories. Shudders and flinches tug at him until he seems to have an answer picked out. “…Ye-eah. He… gets really angry. Beats, um, h-he, he beat me, when he was re-eally mmmh, m-mad. And. Like, one time, he was hitting me, and he couldn’t stop, and… m-m-my face was… was all crunched up. I, um, I don’t remember when he stopped, or what happened, I think I went… I think I checked out. But he fixed it, with magic. Held me, said sorry for going too far. Said he didn’t want me to die. So I guess… guess I got close to it. If he goes too far, he has healing magic, he can… he knows how to keep someone alive. He uh, only used it on me, while I was there, let the rest of them die. But I - it’s better if you die, I think. Be-eing kept alive, and there being no hope, it… does things to you.”

“What did it do to you, Lux?”

The question startles him visibly. Quinn guesses that this house he has, and his boyfriend, and protective friends like Anders Reyan, has all added up to him forgetting how brusque magic users are. How life-and-death desperation hardens you. He seems to remember, after a minute, that that’s how it is.

“It… made me need him. Need comfort, need to be held, told I was, I was a… told I was good.”

“Wait, told you were a-? A what?”

Lux looks ashamed. This is some of that humiliation he was talking about, that the Hunter likes. “Um… needed him to, to tell me I wa-as a… a good boy. He, he said it a lot. Asked if I was being good, his voice all soft, like… like he was proud. And when I was bad, he…” Lux takes a quivering breath. “…I-it got a reaction out of me.”

This is all very useful. Quinn needs to know more, needs to know everything, especially the humiliating stuff. “Do you think it was to break you down, make you easier to control? Or did he just like it?”

This conversation is going to end soon. Lux doesn’t look like he can take much more. Quinn needs to extract as much as they possibly can, fast.

“He - he just liked it. The, the punishments for being bad were, were so bad, so - scary… even when I was, uh, wasn’t good yet, in the beginning, I learned quick that he’s… he’s scary when he’s angry.”

“How many hours long was each… would you call them sessions?”

“Just - he just went as long as he felt like. Sometimes just came down to hurt me for, for five minutes, to break my arm or, or something - sometimes, so m-many hours, I can’t - I don’t even know. Too long. Passed out and, and woke up, again and again, and it was still going.”

“Did he keep hurting you when you were passed out? Does he do it to see the damage, or just for the reactions, the fear?”

Lux’s voice is crackling, his eyes tearing up. He’s nearly spent. “Hnn - u-uh, he, he kept, k-kept going, sometimes, when, when, I was, passed o-out, just ‘cause - ‘cause I’d be more hurt, when I woke up, and more, more n-needy.”

“Did he like the screams the most? Or some other sound? Or did he care more about how you moved?”

A soft grinding choking sound comes from Lux’s throat, two tears dripping onto his lap. He’s captivated and horrified by the questions. “He… he… liked the, little whines. The, the, panic sounds. Um… s-, he, liked…” A shuddering breath in, and Lux squeezes his eyes shut, big tears beading on his lashes. Quinn needs more. “When I wa-as sweet he, sometimes, he pu-ushed ha-a-arder, to ma-ake me, make me, just… just break down. And, someti-imes, he, stopped. Mnh. He-eld me. Kissed me-e on the he-ead and told me I wa-as good… ple-, please, I can’t, n-no more…”

It’s probably the pitch of his voice on the plea that catches his boyfriend’s attention. The bedroom door opens, and Quinn stands as Emory comes over, leaning to see Lux, pissed off but keeping himself quiet, calm.

“Get out,” He hisses, dark eyes burning with contempt. Quinn raises their hands in surrender and stands to leave.

“Thank you, Lux. I know this was difficult. I learned a lot, it’ll make a difference.” It’s clear that they’ve overstayed their welcome. Lux is nodding at the floor, tears falling numbly from his eyes, and Emory is standing guard with a look like he’d like to punch Quinn in the jaw.

It’s not nearly enough, but it’ll have to do.

Later that night, they think about everything Lux said, and how he said it. They think about screaming. Sobbing. Their cheek being cupped as they gasp for thin, stinging breaths that the Hunter will allow with a grin and warm praise.

They think about it until they feel sick, and then even longer until they feel resigned. They imagine shuddering, sobbing, whining like he likes.

They try a whine, right now, to see how it sounds. In the dark of their room, it sounds odd. Apparently, to the Hunter, it will sound beautiful.

Lux said the Hunter goes too far. Gets angry, and Lux says the anger is frightening, too. Quinn wonders if they’ll be flinchy like Lux after they get out. If they’ll shake. They’ll try to avoid that, but it’s a reasonable price for the knowledge they’ll escape with.

It’s worth losing who they are, now, to make sure no one’s ever hurt like Javi was, ever again.