#he always ends up having that 'designated driver' vibe but do NOT place him behind the wheel

[pineappical]

ok yknow what.. tell me yall’s ted headcanons i wanna hear it :3

[the-currian]

A3! Characters the First Few Days After Moving In

These headcanons came to mind bc surely you don’t get used to living in a new place that quickly

Spring Troupe

Sakuya

The first time he woke up in the middle of the night when the Spring Troupe was completed, he was startled by Citron’s snores.

It took him a minute to come to his senses, and he started tearing up when he realized he finally had a home full of people who actually wanted him around. People who were there to welcome him home with smiles on their faces.

Actually started crying when he came down for breakfast after sleeping in and the troupe greeted him a good morning and offered him breakfast whilst fussing over him.

Also accidentally left Masumi behind when going to school numerous times since he’s used to heading to school by himself.

Sakuya, halfway to school: Why do I feel like I’m forgetting some— *pauses mid-sentence and starts sprinting back to the dorms* MASUMI!!

Masumi

It took him an embarrassingly long amount of time to get used to sleeping in a loft bed.

Tsuzuru has woken up several times in the morning to Masumi knocking his head hard on the ceiling.

Years later, Masumi still ends up hitting his head on the ceiling when he’s startled awake. Tsuzuru has gotten used to it (and is actually slightly concerned if Masumi has gotten any brain damage from it happening so often)

Tsuzuru

Sort of the same problem as Masumi, but instead of hitting his head on the ceiling, Tsuzuru would be at risk of falling out of bed.

He’s always been a heavy sleeper, and sometimes his body would just move on its own accord during his deep sleep.

Has definitely given several of the troupe members near heart attacks when they see Tsuzuru’s head or limbs lolling off the side of the bed when they go to wake him up.

Eventually came into the habit of placing pillows on his sides as some sort of makeshift barrier to prevent him from falling. Although it doesn’t really help much.

Citron

Was surprised by how lively a living place could be, but totally vibes with it.

During times when the other troupe members weren’t around he’d instinctively call out for Guy if he needed something. (and maybe feel a bit sad remembering that Guy wasn’t there for him anymore)

Absolutely fucked up all the chores that were asked of him. At first the troupe members were super exasperated with him and just banned him from doing chores altogether but Citron was determined to contribute and eventually learned (after many gruelling sessions from Tsuzruru)

Itaru

Was super exhausted from having to keep up his work persona at the dorm as well

Once the troupe figured out his true gamer persona he let loose

Would always complain out loud when they called him for meals and the like during his gaming sessions but deep down felt warm inside and touched by the familial affection that he hadn’t felt in awhile

Chikage

On high alert. All. The. Time.

Had trouble sleeping not only because he wasn’t used to having a roommate but also because he was sleeping under the same roof as a woman (even if she was far away in another room smh)

Begrudgingly had to learn to adjust to the food tastes of the other troupe members. They just don’t understand the amazingness of 🌶 ✨ spice ✨ 🌶

Summer Troupe

Tenma

Vehemently denies it but was initially spooked by all the footsteps of the other troupe members at night since he’s used to an empty house and rooms to himself when he’s filming

Even got lost in the dorms a few times during his first week. It’s not his fault the Mankai dorms are so big!

Had to get used to not having Igawa at his beck and call for whenever he needed a designated driver.

Because of this, during the first few weeks Tenma would get lost a concerning amount of times. He had to work up the courage to ask the troupe members with drivers licenses to drive him around since they were still essentially strangers to him.

During the first few times it was his turn to accompany Izumi on grocery duty, he was completely floored by how cheap everything is. Kid’s a freaking rich child actor with no proper sense of money sksksk

Yuki

Used to throw hissy fits all the time when he first started rooming with Tenma about sharing closet space. With the two of them combined, there was just not enough space for their clothes

Also took a long time getting used to having his nightly routines disturbed what with how many people would need to use the bathroom, plus with Tenma sometimes working ungodly hours for shoots or staying up to memorize lines for multiple roles whilst leaving all the lights on, Tenma claiming he can’t concentrate otherwise

Whenever Yuki had a bad night’s sleep because of this, he would be completely unapproachable the entire morning. God forbid that you were the one to wake him up for school that day.

Muku

Same with Tenma, was initially spooked by all the extra footsteps around the dorms - both at night and during the day.

Used to speedrun his morning bathroom routine in fear of holding up everyone else since there are just so many people in the dorm!!

Kazunari thought that Muku was just generally fast in getting ready in the morning but when Kazu realized what was happening he immediately sat Muku down and had to convince him that no, he was not taking up everyone else’s time

Kazunari

Had to get used to getting people’s permission before taking pictures and videos since everyone at home already accepted his blogger tendencies

It was actually amusing at first to see how everyone - especially Tenma, Itaru, and Citron - would go to lengths to dive out of Kazunari’s filming range.

Izumi had to sit him down along with the other members of the troupe to talk about boundaries. There were no hard feelings between anyone, thankfully.

He’s gotten better about asking permission to take videos/pictures, but Kazu still likes to take candids of the more camera-shy members of the troupe for private consumption of the Mankai dorms only.

Misumi

Much like Citron, was pleasantly surprised by how warm and lively a living space could be

When he made snacks for himself he would forget to make more for the others/forget to ask the others if they wanted some and would apologize profusely whenever he remembered because he’s not used to living with so many other people

He would unwittingly steal other people’s food from the fridge because he assumed that the food in there was in there for everyone. He would always make it up to the member in question, though.

One of the reasons why all food that goes into the fridge has to be labelled, otherwise it’s free game.

Kumon

Was initially super psyched about being dormmates with his cousin plus the other amazing actors in the company. It’d be like a never-ending sleepover! Right?

Wrong. He was constantly on his toes being careful not to give away his illness to anyone.

And even when that issue resolved, he realized that it’s a lot harder than he thought to keep up with how different everyone’s personalities are - not even to mention the age gap between some of them. Generation gap is real.

Autumn Troupe

Banri

Dorming with a bunch of guys was just as chaotic he expected it to be.

The testosterone levels and alpha energy in the dorms are through the roof. and lbr banri contributes to a lot of it

He expected to butt heads with other guys a lot especially Juza but he didn’t really realize how often it would occur and how tiring it would be, both physically and mentally

Juza

Was a bit put-off by how welcoming everyone is

Initially super worried about Kumon and everyone back home

Would get out of bed during odd hours of the night and stay up super late talking to his family

Refused to admit it but was really homesick at first and found comfort in the fact that he at least had Muku around (even if Juza did go out of his way to avoid him at first)

Omi

During the first few times he had cooking duty, Omi severely misjudged serving proportions

With so many active, young men to feed he needed to adjust his ratios when cooking for the whole company

The first time he cooked for the company it was too little and he was super apologetic about it

The next time he cooked though had them eating leftovers for about a week

And when he finally got to a good serving portion to when he cooks?

The new Winter troupe members came and he had to rethink his cooking ratios all over again

Taichi

Constantly worried about his younger siblings

Would constantly space out thinking about the shenanigans his younger siblings would get into when he’s not home

This resulted into random late night calls to his family

Bless Omi for putting up with his roommate’s interruptions to his sleep

Sakyo

At first it wasn’t much of a problem - he treated it like him just sleeping in a new apartment

Until he started overthinking and realized he was was practically cohabiting with his first love Izumi

This caused him to be very stiff and awkward whenever Izumi was in the vicinity

He eventually calmed down after clearing the notions in his head

But it was a painfully awkward first week for everyone when Sakyo first moved into the dorms

Azami

Since he was rooming in with Sakyo, he occasionally had some regressions, reverting back to his more childish mannerisms at times

However, much like Sakyo, did a lot of overthinking about the fact that he was living under the same roof as a female

Was always on high alert when walking around the dorm, especially the bathroom

Not used to seeing people being so openly affectionate to the opposite gender, one could often hear Azami’s lectures/screeches about chastity and propriety whenever members would show physical affection to Izumi

“Stop that lewd handholding right now!!”

Winter Troupe

Tsumugi

Had to adjust his morning routine entirely.

Once things settled down between him and Tasuku, he had to deal with Tasuku berating him for being a lazy couch potato

Tsumugi is definitely not a morning person and is super lethargic in the mornings

Rooming with his super athletic childhood friend forced him to get up way earlier in the morning

During the first few weeks of dorming in Mankai, Tsumugi would often be seen taking naps along with Hisoka

God forbid you encounter a Tsumugi without his morning coffee

Tasuku

Likewise, having to deal with rooming with his childhood friend disrupted his own schedule

Since their childhood, Tasuku has always had this instinct to dote on Tsumugi

Even as adults overcoming an estranged friendship it was pretty hard for him to unlearn the behavior to a reasonable extent

Would have to stop himself from nagging Tsumugi over little things. Yes, they’re childhood friends but they’re also adults - he shouldn’t have to wake up his roommate up all the time nor remind him about small things. Tsumugi should be able to take care of himself.

Homare

Initially had difficulty adjusting to living with the younger generation

God forbid that there are no other adults in the dorms besides Homare

This man has absolutely no idea how to supervise children, but he’s got the spirit.

“Come, Kazunari, let us enjoy the tik of toks!”

Also, he just does not know how to say no.

Lets the kids eat whatever they want. Gummy bears for lunch? Go for it! Wanting to experiment with tiktok recipes? Homare’s not much of a cook himself but let’s give it a go! *not less than 10 minutes later the fire alarm is going off*

Yuki can be seen goading Tenma into dangerous acts. Banri attempts to teach Homare Fortnite dance memes. Taichi skates through the dorm’s corridors. Kazunari vibes with it all and uploads the chaos to his insta.

Hisoka

Not used to having a fixed/regular meal time; with his previous lifestyle, he’d eat whenever he had the chance (which was not very often)

This would often lead to him skipping meals (and subsequently the entire dorm trying to find where Hisoka is sleeping this time)

Likewise, he’s surprised at how integral meal times are part of the dorm’s daily routine.

Before, meal times - if they could even be called that - were just a short, necessary thing for survival. But now?

The warmth he gets from sitting down with everyone, eating together, swapping stories and just basking in each other’s presence is a bit overwhelming at first, but something he comes to look forward to.

Azuma

Since he would often go out during the night, he frequently forgot to tell anyone else of his whereabouts.

Azuma was easily contacted whenever this happened, but it left several of the troupe members exasperated with his behavior

It happened so often, in fact, that the Winter troupe members all took turns in phoning Azuma whenever someone was looking for him.

Guy

After moving in, a habit of Guy’s that was quite hard to break was his need to patrol the vicinity

Would just wake up during odd hours of the night to walk around the whole dorm’s premises

Because of this, he unintentionally gave several of the troupe members jump scares during ungodly hours whenever they got up to go to the bathroom or get a late night snack

Bonus!

Izumi

Was a bit apprehensive at first since she’s the only female living in with all these actors, but because of her responsibilities she quickly got over it

During the first few days however, she was overly conscious about how she conducted herself and her habits so as to not leave a bad impression on her fellow dorm mates.

Super excited with how many mouths there are to feed - all the variations of curry are just waiting for her them to try out!

On quiet nights, even until the present, she finds herself reflecting on how blessed and lucky she is to have a second shot at having a warm, happy, lively home again.

[sunflowerstache]

Did You Order a Pizza?

Halloween 2020 is filled with lots of surprises for the Styles family

A/N: Hi lovelies! I hope you had. great Halloween and you're feeling alright these days! This is a one shot following the family from my pic Another World, which you can find here! I hope you enjoy it and I cannot wait to hear all your thoughts!! I love y'all!

Word Count: 7.6k

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“And you’re sure he’s back?”

“You heard him on the phone. He’ll be waiting for Jeff so you’ve got plenty of time while he waits for the man to not show up.” Glenne smiled at you from her spot in the driver’s seat. “Although, I think he’ll like who does show up instead.”

Harry had left for Los Angeles so that he could begin filming a new Olivia Wilde film, leaving you and Bella in London. And as much as you’d have loved to join him on such a monumental step in his career from the start, you were unable to travel with him. Not only were you unable because your daughter was still in school at the time, but because of the pandemic that was still going on throughout the world. It prevented for most of the year’s plans to take place, which absolutely crushed Harry. He was looking forward to Love on Tour and showing his fans how much fun this new era was for him, more than you’d seen from him in a long time, but he would always put the safety of his fans before entertainment, so it was an easy choice to postpone. However, no tour meant that he could gladly accept a leading role in a film alongside some of the most well known actors in the industry.

But it only took you a few days after his departure to find out you couldn’t be so far from him. As fate would have it, Bella’s class was turning into online learning once the half term break ended, which meant one of the most important reasons you were still in London had vanished. So, after spending two weeks quarantining and making sure you took all the necessary precautions, both you and Bella got tested and flew to the states with your negative results. From the start, you had told Jeff of your plan and he and Glenne gladly welcomed you into their home once you arrived, wanting to spend time with Bella for a few days after going so long not seeing the toddler. And finally, once you got the negative results of yet another test, you and your daughter were off to stay with Harry.

Jeff had spoken with your boyfriend over FaceTime earlier that morning, feeding Harry some story about needing to solidify some merch designs, and making sure that Harry would be patiently waiting for his manager after he finished filming for the day. But the plan was to have Glenn drive Jeff’s car so he suspected nothing seeing it pull up, and surprise him when it was you and Bella getting out the car instead of the oldest Azoff son.

“I can’t wait.” you groaned out through the grin taking over your face. You bounced in your seat slightly, pressing both hands to your cheeks just thinking about seeing his shocked face when he opened the door expecting Jeff, but seeing you and Bella instead.

“What?” The question was brought up after a soft chuckle was heard from Glenne’s side of the car as soon as you were halted at a stoplight.

“Nothing. It’s just cute how excited you are to see him after being apart for what, a month?”

“27 days.” you whispered, urging yourself to force down a smile. “But who’s counting?”

“You guys have been together nearly a decade, and you still get all flustered when you talk about him.”

The way you and Harry acted around one another was something that was always commented on by people in your inner circle, for that exact reason. Without a doubt, your relationship had gone through some of the toughest times, but that was bound to happen when you’ve been with someone since you were sixteen… and even more likely when every moment of your life was documented to the public. But those tough times never seemed to last, because at the end of the day, Harry was everything you ever wanted and vise versa. He was what you daydreamed about in a partner while growing up. And being with him was like being with the sun. He made you feel loved and cared for, you had more fun with him than anyone else on the planet, and every single day with him felt like a new adventure. As a kid, you’d thought the way people described the love of their life was corny, nothing but a thing of fairy tales, yet that feeling that bloomed inside your chest and tummy every time you thought about Harry told you that it was very real.

“Dunno.” you shrugged, “He’s my person. Even seven and half years later, he still makes me feel like he did on our first date.”

“That what’s got you looking extra glowy or is that just another secret to staying in the honeymoon phase forever?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you replied quickly, finding it hard to keep the giddy feeling that was now bubbling in your lower stomach under control when you turned your head to meet her gaze. She was squinting at you with suspicious eyes, her lips pursed as she bit the inside of her cheek, which forced a laugh to fall from you. “What? I don’t! Just miss him, that’s all. Isn’t that right baby? We just missed daddy loads, huh?” making sure to quickly take the attention away from yourself, you turned as much as you could in your seat to look at Bella in the back.

“Yes! I miss daddy so much!” her little legs kicked against the carseat and her arms lifted high above her head, a huge smile plastered on her face. “I have so many drawings and stickers to show him and Mr. Jeff got new socks!”

“I know, we got them all tucked away nice and safe so you can show him. Do you remember what the plan is when we get there?” you asked her, your breath getting caught in your throat for a moment when the sun shined just right through the rear window. It was a perfect day in LA, sunny and warm and just as the car pulled onto the street you knew was where Harry was staying, the sunlight danced across Bella’s perfect complexion. She was a spitting image of her father, down to the freckles dotting her face, the deep set dimples that never seemed to disappear, and the curls constantly falling in front of her face no matter how hard you tried to keep them tamed. Every now and again you caught a glimpse, sometimes through the kitchen window while she was playing in the backyard and other times while her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she slept on your chest, of just how breathtaking Bella is. What angelic beauty the love between you and Harry had managed to create.

“Yeah mumma!” she smiled, giving you two thumbs up, very clearly excited about getting to see her dad again. “You ‘member my costume, right mumma?”

“Of course I did. Put it in the bag right next to mine.”

“Good. ‘Cause ‘m really ‘cited about it.”

“I know baby. It’s a good one, isn’t it?” you knew Harry would get a kick out of what Bella decided to be for Halloween. She had come to you months ago, actually sat you down in the kitchen and explained what she wanted to do like she was in a little business meeting. And of course as soon as she told you, you had to laugh because it was perfect.

“Yeah.”

Her whisper was the last thing said within the confines of the car before the three of you pulled up in front of a beautiful white house nestled deep in the Hollywood Hills. It was much smaller than the house the pair of you had just sold just blocks away, but everything about it was so much homier. A brick walkway sandwiched between a line of shrubbery and a white stone wall led up to the house, which itself was an odd shape. The very front of the house came up to an asymmetrical point instead of a typical flat roof, and the rest of the house was pushed back slightly, so that none of the face was level, and the house almost seemed cut in half horizontally from the distinct line between white stone bottom and black paneling on the upper level of the home. Finally, a brick downhill driveway, made of the same brick as the walkway, led to an all black garage that sat just below the rest of the home. The small details is what made the building give off such a cozy vibe; a vibrant green front door, plant boxes hanging off a few of the upper windows, a black wooden archway and lanterns surrounding the front door, a few potted plants on the side of the walkway, and the faint golden hues peaking through the closed blinds.

“Cute, huh?” Glenne laughed, putting the car in park and turning fully in her seat to look at you.

“Yeah, it actually really is. Reminds me a bit of our old place.”

“Place in London, right? That’s what I told Jeff.” she said at the same time, looking behind her at Bella while you got out of the car. “You ready to go, tulip?”

“Yes please!”

Her hands were already fumbling with the seat belt by the time you opened her door, the excitement itching at her in preparation for what was to come, but she graciously waited for you to sort her out.

“Thank you mumma.” she muttered casually once you had her unbuckled and lifted into your arms.

“You’re welcome, baby.” the way Bella was the most polite little girl you had ever known never failed to make your heart soar. You and Harry were so proud of the person she was becoming, whether she was that way because she saw how everyone in her life acted or because she was born with the kindest little soul, it didn’t matter. She always made sure the people around her were happy and having fun, constantly reminding people how much she loves them, and trying her hardest to make everyone laugh. It was yet another way she reminded you of Harry; they both could instantly light up a room without even trying. “Just gotta ring the bell, right? Say your line?”

“You got it, mumma!” she smiled brightly, leaning in to give you a quick kiss.

Nearly the instant you put her down, she darted up the brick steps, taking a full pause at each step to be her funny self and jump, with both feet together, up to the next one. As she made her way towards the front door, you took your place leaning against the passenger door of Glenne’s car, nearly doubling over in laughter watching Bella look hysterical lifting up on her very tiptoes in order to reach the unusually high doorbell.

Your breath caught in your throat as you waited for Harry to open the front door. For a minute, you were sure that he had ignored Jeff’s instructions to stay home, but to your relief, the green door finally opened, revealing a very comfortable looking Harry. He was very obviously post shower, his hair visibly wet and sparkling when the porch lights lit up his form, clad in a pair of black basketball shorts and one of his grey Treat People With Kindness hoodies, and nothing else but a tall pair of Nike socks. It was like a scene from a movie, because when he didn’t immediately see Jeff in front of him, Harry looked over towards the driveway quickly like he was being pranked. But within a second, his attention was brought down to Bella, who tugged on the hem of his shorts, her sweet voice barely audible from the distance.

“Did you get a pizza?”

It was comical to watch him just stare at her like she had three heads. You couldn’t blame him, last he knew, both you and Bella were five thousand miles away, so it made sense that his brain was not comprehending the scene in front of him.

“He’s so confused.” Glenne giggled behind you, but her voice seemed like it was muted with how fully your focus was on your boyfriend.

“Hmm.”

Not even a second after your hum of agreement, and as if it was in slow motion, you watched as realization glossed over his features, his green eyes widening and mouth hanging open, and he sank to his knees. It didn’t take him even a second to pull Bella into his chest, winding his arms completely around her tiny frame and cradling her head in his surprisingly ring free hands.

Seeing the two of them together was like looking at two halves of the same soul reconnect. The moment they were in one another’s arms, it was like everything got brighter. Their smiles widened, chuckles more audible - even from such a far distance, and the warmth that typically lived in your chest recently, burned even warmer. You always knew Harry was meant to be a dad, just from how much he talked about it. You knew that he would do his very best to go above and beyond for his child, to make sure they felt loved and secure and treasured. But hearing about it and seeing it are completely different. Seeing nothing but total adoration on his face whenever he looked at your daughter made you fall in love with him all over again.

“Mumma!” Bella’s shouted, snapping you out of the daze you had slipped into while watching the moment before you. Both Harry and Bella were now looking at you from the doorway, her head resting on her father’s shoulder as he held her in one arm, their faces totally engulfed with smiles. “C’mere Mumma!”

“Yeah mumma.” Harry finally spoke up, his voice carrying down the pathway right to where you were standing.”C’mere.” Just seeing him standing there, smiling so brightly and holding his free arm out telling you he was waiting for a hug, was enough to make you break out in a smile and push off the car, dashing up the steps.

His chest was firm when you crashed into it, much firmer than when you hugged him goodbye in the airport a few weeks ago, and you felt as if you head placement on his chest was different - like he’d grown since you last saw him. Or maybe he hadn’t changed at all but your mind was finally coming out of a month long fog that it slipped in without him, getting readjusted to being in his arms.

“Hi sweetheart.” he whispered in your ear, peppering kisses all along your hairline and temple like he physically couldn’t leave an inch of the side of your face untouched.  

“Hi baby.”

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, pure wonder in his tone as he nudged the side of your face with his chin, making you lift your head from his chest and look at him. “I just talked to you this morning, said you were going to see your parents before everything got locked down again.”

“Yeah, well. I lied.” you smiled, leaning in to press kiss after kiss to his lips, trying your best to control the insane happiness rushing through your veins. Your response seemed to be enough for him, because he didn’t ask another question wondering why you were in LA. Which was good for you because your plan wasn’t to explain everything on the front porch.

The three of you stayed frozen in that same position, Harry’s arm so tight around you that your face was completely buried in his hoodie, and the other arm holding Bella, forming a makeshift group hug, not bothering to worry about anyone seeing you or anything going on past the wooden archway. Because nothing else mattered. Not when you were with the two people who made your world spin.

“Daddy.” Bella’s timid voice finally broke you apart, both you and Harry leaning back a bit so that you could put your full attention on the little girl in his arms.

“Yes lovie?”

“I lied too.”

“What did you lie about?”

She lifted her head from his shoulder in order to look at him with a very concerned expression, like she felt deeply sorry for whatever she was about to say to him. “I don’t have a pizza. ‘M sorry. Mumma told me it was funny.”

“Oh did she now?” Harry mocked in offence, looking back at you and raising his eyebrows.

“Mhm. But it wasn’t, ‘cause we don’t have any.”

“That’s right. But sometimes it’s okay to say something silly like that and not feel bad as long as it’s not something to hurt anyone, right? And daddy isn’t mad. How about you mumma?” Harry looked to you, trying not to smile at how adorable Bella was about the little fib. You shook your head.

“Not at all.”

“And what about you, B.B? Are you sad you told daddy there was pizza?”

She contemplated it for a bit, scrunching her nose up - again, just like her father - and looking around like the answer would be hanging in the air somewhere. “Yeah.” she said matter of factly. “But ‘cause I want pizza. And we don’t have any.”

Both you and Harry couldn’t help the laughs that fell from your lips, wasting no time before leaning forward to press a kiss to Bella’s forehead. “How about we get some then?” he asked against her skin, glancing at you when saying his next bit. “We’ll get your bags from the car and order one?”

“Oh god!” you yelled, turning around to face the car from which you’d just ran from. “Completely forgot Glenne was sitting in there! She’s probably been texting Jeff about how annoying we are.”

“Annoyingly adorable, yeah.”

“Think she’d fight you on that one. Nearly made her sick on the drive here with how excited I was to see you.” your laugh was muffled as Harry wrapped his arm back around your neck, dragging you in a headlock down the first step towards the car. Bella, knowing that it was time to bring in the bags, wiggled out of Harry’s grasp and sprinted down the steps ahead of you, right into the arms of a now out and about Glenne.

“Everything’s alright?” Harry’s voice was laced with concern now that your little one was out of ear shot. You both tried your hardest to never have any sort of talk about negative things around her, whether that be an argument or things going on in life, because she should never have to be put through the stress of that. Most of the time you just waited until she was asleep to talk about those things, but sometimes it meant going into different rooms and closing the doors.

“Hmm?”

“Everything’s alright, right? You didn’t come all the way out here because something’s wrong, did you?” quickly forgotten was your position in a headlock, and instead, Harry kept his arm around your neck, your body fitting perfectly tucked into his side. You walked step by step to meet your friend and daughter, who already started pulling suitcases out of the boot.

You took a peek up to him, noticing he was already glancing down at you, his eyes roaming all over your face to look for any sign of distress that he may have missed when he first saw you. But you had none to offer him. “Yeah baby, everything’s okay. Just needed to be with you.”

“Swear? You’d tell me if there was something?”

“Of course I would. Always.”

“Alright, professor. But if I find out you were hiding something, I’ll have to write a diss track.”

“Oh will you now?”

“Mhm. Thems the rules.”

Glenne spent a bit of time with the three of you before heading off, telling you to enjoy your time together and even throwing in a little joke about maybe even making a new baby since she missed how little Bella used to be. The comment made your ears warm and a weird feeling flutter through your stomach, but she gave you no time to respond before she shuffled out the door.

Since arriving at Harry’s, Bella practically refused to leave his arms, wanting to be as close to him as possible until she really realized that no one was going anywhere for quite a bit. And her thoughts must have quieted enough because not even twenty minutes after Glenne walked out the front door, Bella was running through the house towards one of the extra rooms she’d be sleeping in.

“Mumma! Come help me! We gotta show daddy!” her already soft voice was even soft as she yelled from the second floor, her request forcing you to get up from the sofa.

“What are we showing me?”

“She’s really proud of her Halloween costume this year. Spent weeks planning it out, you know?”

“I know. She wouldn’t budge anytime I asked her. Very secretive that one.”

“Hmm, wonder where she gets that from?” you sang while walking up the stairs, letting out a snort when you saw him lift a middle finger to you from his position still on the sofa, not even bothering to turn around to look at you as you continued towards your daughter.

“Alright baby, I’m here! Where do you want me?” you clapped, entering Bella’s room in a way that mimicked that of Harry Lambert, something that you knew she’d recognize right away from the amount of times she’s seen her parents being helped by the stylist.

“Over here, mumma. Gotta help me button!” she had already rid herself of the clothes she’d been wearing on the drive to Harry’s, the green long sleeve shirt and jeans laid in a crumpled mess at the foot of the bed while she stood in just her knickers, searching through the small suitcase on her bed for all the pieces to her costume.

You took a seat on the floor next to where she was standing, watching her every move as she finally found everything she was looking for. Her tongue stuck out while she took the fabric between her fingers and gently held it in her hands - taking a moment to look at it in awe - before turning and holding it out to you, expectantly.

“Gotta be careful with it, mumma.”

“Oh I know. They’re really delicate, aren’t they?”

“Mhm. Reedy told me to be gentle with ‘em ‘cause they were made with extra love so they’re extra soft.”

“Oh that’s perfect! They’ll be on for quite a while so it’s good that it’s all comfortable.”

“Yep.”

You look notice of how long her hair had grown while zipping up the back of her shirt, the curls continuously falling against your fingers despite being held over her shoulder by Bella. You knew well enough even before she was born that she was going to have gorgeous hair, all it took was one look at the locks cascading from her father to tell you that, but it seemed to grow even more mesmerizing by the day. It fell loose past her shoulders every day, always managing to fall in front of her eyes while she was sprawled out on the floor playing. Even though you did enjoy how cute she looked pushing the crazy curls out of her face while her little tongue stuck out, you knew it was time for a trim soon.

“Are you wanting a haircut soon?” you asked while zipping her pants as well.

“Hmm, I don’t think so. I like it long.”

“How about we see if we can get rid of some of these dry bits at least?”

Bella thought about it for a bit, picking at her nails while mulling over the idea of going back to the salon. “Yeah, I think that’s fine.”

“Alright, we’ll see about making an appointment when we get back home. Gives you some time to think it over.”

“Okay! Y’almost done mumma? ‘M excited.” she bounced in place, trying her best not to move so that you could finish getting her ready as fast as possible.

“All set!” you checked, reaching up to grab her hair out of her grasp and let it fall down her back. “Just put the jacket on and you’re all set to show daddy.”

“He’s gonna be so happy I know it!” she squealed, carefully picking up and putting on the final part to her costume and turning to look in the floor length mirror. Bella didn’t say anything for a minute, taking the time to examine herself in the mirror. She smoothed the fabric covering her torso, lifted her feet in order to see the little pair of boots, and had one of the largest smiles you’d ever seen on her. “I look so good!”

“You do, lovie! Award winning I’d say.”

“Thank you for helping! Lets go!!” she yelled, darting towards the door and only stopping at the top of the stairs when you called for her, reminding her to be careful by the steps. The two of you quickly discussed your plan before departing ways, leaving Bella a bouncing mess just above you as you walked down to the light switch at the bottom of the steps.

Flicking all the lights off, you cleared your throat and waited for Harry, who had gotten up off the sofa upon hearing your descending footsteps and was now leaning against the back of the furniture, his bum resting just on top of the back, to give you his full attention. Although the lights were off, it was still early enough in the evening that light showed through the windows, allowing you to see his face and make sure Bella got down the stairs safely.

“You all know him as 2013’s Teen Choice Male Hottie -”

“Also 2016.” Harry cut in, trying and failing to stifle his chuckle

“Also 2016’s” you added, “and lead roles in Award Winning pictures such as This Is Us and iCarly.” at this point, it was obvious what was happening and you could tell Harry was fully on board with what was about to walk down the stairs. But he was also so excited. He no longer was leaning against the sofa, but now standing upright and his hands were pressed together in a praying position in front of his mouth. “Introducing, the incredibly talented, musically gifted, style icon of the decade, Mr. Harry Edward Styles!”

The second you saw that Bella made it safely to the ground next to you, you flicked on the dim lights that just illuminated the staircase, showering your daughter in the closest thing you could get to a spotlight. She was standing in Harry’s signature position; bent forward slightly with one hand held in a peace sign while the other dangled loosely by her side and mouth open wide. Harris Reed had taken the time to make Bella a nearly exact replica of the white and black floral suit Harry had worn to the 2015 AMA’s - the suit that really started it all when it came to Styles’ fashion. Her curls were hanging past her shoulders just like Harry’s were at the time, and for good measure, she even lifted her hand to push some out of her face exactly like he used to.

She was a spitting image of Harry. And he loved it.

“Oh my god! You’re kidding! You look fantastic! Gonna put me out of a job! I won’t even need to go on stage anymore. This is amazing!” he screeched, rushing forwards and couching down in front of his daughter. He took in every last detail of the outfit; how the under shirt had buttons but did not open from the front (something Harris thought would be easier for Bella to get in and out of), how the floral detail was exactly the same as the one he had hanging in his closet back home (Reed had asked Alessandro for the fabric), and how even the shoes were a near replica.

“Mhm. I can sing next time. I’ll go up and sing to your friends and you can sit and watch and talk to Mitchy.” she nodded, taking a step back and belting out ‘You’re so Golden!’ “See? Like that!”

Harry beamed. “Absolutely! Give me a nice break every now and again, very thoughtful. We’ll just have to change your bedtime and it’s all set!”

“You like it, daddy?” she asked, her eyes wide as she moved right in front of Harry, her hands grasping the hood of his hoodie and she looked directly into his eyes.

“I love it - and you - more than there are stars in the sky!” Harry responded without hesitation, grabbing her and lifting her into his arms, swinging Bella around quickly enough to let a few giggles. “Thank you very much, beautiful, it makes me very happy.”

“Can’t believe you wanted to be your smelly old dad.” he joked when she pushed against his chest to look at him, “See me everyday, why’d you wanna dress up like me too?

“‘Cause you dress the best, daddy!”

“Ohhhh hear that, love?” he turned to look directly at you, Bella now hiding her face in her hands in embarrassment on saying her dad dressed better than her mum. “I’m the best dressed.” Harry stuck his tongue out at you.

The reaction from Harry was everything Bella was expecting and more. So much so that she could no longer fight the exhaustion of the hectic day any longer. She barely made it five minutes in Harry’s arms before finally passing out. In the coming December, she’d be turning five and you were trying to start and wean her off of taking long naps, but after such an energetic day you welcomed the time for her to rest. She put up a fight getting out of Harry’s arms, the arm she had shoved into Harry’s hood in order to thread her fingers through the short hair at the nape of his neck, tightened each time he tried to pull her away to lay her in bed. Like even in her unconscious state she wanted to know that seeing Harry again wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

It was heavenly to be back with Harry. Even though you had only been apart for such a short amount of time, there was so much to catch up on, and you would never get tired of hearing about everything going on in his life.

“And they used this stuff called Dermacol, and I swear, she swiped over it once and the anchor was gone. Bloody insane seeing it all bare. Hasn’t been that year in years.” Harry laughed, finishing his story of how his first few days on set had gone, the two of you laying in his bed while you waited for the pizza you ordered while he put Bella down for a nap.

“Don’t wash it off tomorrow. I want to see.” you tilted your head back so that it was resting on Harry’s shoulder, in order to look at him. He was sitting behind you, his back pressed against the headboard while you were nestled between his legs, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him again. “Forget what you look like without any ink.”

“Like them though, right?”

“Of course I do. Think they’re very hot.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit, just let his fingers dance up and down your arms, clearly lost in thought. “I wish you could come to set. See everything and everyone.” he finally spoke.

“I know. I just don’t want to chance anything you know? We just traveled and I know we got tested, but I don’t want to unknowingly bring anything to anyone. Maybe soon, once we’ve been here for a bit. But for now, I’d rather just hear all your stories and FaceTime than anything happen to anyone.”

“What time is your call time tomorrow?” you added when he only hummed in response.

“6:45. Car will probably come by around 6 and I should be back near 2. Have a bit of a short day tomorrow.”

“No rush.”

“Yes rush. I wanna be with you both. Missed you loads, ya know? Only gone for a few weeks but I was going mad. Don’t think we should separate for a while.” his voice was soft as his neck strained forward in order to press loving kisses to the soft skin where your neck met your shoulder.

Since the moment you met Harry a decade ago, it was obvious he always knew what to say. He had a knack for spewing out the words you most needed to hear exactly when you needed to hear them. Whether it was comforting your stage fright, in an argument about tv or film characters, helping you pick out outfits, discussing your relationship, or talking about the future, you both seemed to be on the same wavelength. It made life with him so much easier, because you knew that he understood you. You knew that no matter what happened, he would support you and love you. And that’s all you needed.

So you decided finally, after the pit of anxiety in your stomach grew and grew all day, that it was finally time.

“Pretty good you feel that way. ‘Cause I wasn’t exactly sure how to tell you that you’re kind of stuck with me. At least for another fourteen years.”

“Hmm. Want more than that.”

Taking a deep breath, hands shaking and mind running a mile a minute, you asked; “How about another eighteen after that?”

But your nerves were all for nothing because the comment flew right over Harry’s head. Completely missed the point of why you used that specific amount of time and was more focused on giving your middle a tight squeeze - his arms moving from their place at your side to around your stomach.

“Mhm. Even longer than that.”

The words brought an image to mind, one you found yourself thinking about a lot the last couple weeks. One of you and Harry sitting in the living room in your home, talking to your grown children while your grandchildren ran around you happily, doing their best to animatedly explain ways of the world you just couldn’t comprehend. And the pure glee you felt being surrounded by such a beautiful family, one that you created with Harry. But you knew it wasn’t just some fantasy you would dream about. It was something that you would one day get to experience, and that excitement pushed you over the edge.

“You’re stuck with me forever, baby.” you hummed, sinking further into his hold. “But for five seconds, I need you to leave me so you can grab me a Tums.” the anxiety nerves reared their head yet again, knowing there was no missing the punchline this time.

Concern instantly flooded his voice, taking you by the shoulders and moving you away from his chest and to the right so he could look at your face. “Why? You feeling alright? What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t help but simple sweetly at his concern, lifting a hand to rest it on his smoothly clean shaven cheek. “Yeah. You know how I get after flying. Do you mind just grabbing the Tums from my bag?” you asked again, hoping he couldn’t hear or feel the uptick in your breathing.

“You mean one of the nine hundred bags you brought?” Harry joked but still carefully slid out from behind you in order to get whatever you needed.

“Hey, we’re gonna be here a while. I need options.” Because of Covid, the UK was heading into yet another lockdown at the start of November, lasting until the first week of December so for now, so for now, you knew you and Bella would be spending at least a month with Harry in Los Angeles.

“Can take any of my clothes.” he grinned, turning around to face the bed again and bent down to kiss the tip of your nose. “Y’know I love when you wear my clothes.”

“Oi! Say that again but let me record it! If that’s the case, I never want to hear you complain about missing clothes ever again!”

“I said I like you wearing them, not keeping them hidden away for me to find three years later.” he laughed at the memory of his favorite blue hawaiian shirt going missing after getting back from Jamaica, only for it to be found in the back of your closet when moving a few months ago. His voice got quieter the farther he walked from the bed, the confines of the walk in closet filled with his clothes muffling the words towards the end of his sentence.

“Alright, but remember how excited you were to find it after so long? Like Christmas in the summer!”

“‘S’that what’s gonna start happening? You just stealing things I haven’t looked at in years and regifting them?”

“Lord knows you don’t need any more things laying around. Probably wouldn’t even notice anything being gone.” it was true. Over the years, Harry had gathered a very large collection of… things. Everything from clothes to lockets to key cards from hotels, and being in the career he is, he can afford to have it all. But even you had to say he had more than he knew what to do with most of the time, to which he always had some sort of rebuttal for.

But this time, it never came.

This time, you were met with silence from inside the closet, and you had no control over the way your hands began shaking. There were so many different kinds of silence; one of anger, of shock, nervousness, confusion, but any of those were a rarity when it came to Harry. He was someone who always had something to say, despite the emotions running through him. Silence was never really his thing, hell he even said so in a song, so the ideas of what could be running through his head started to eat you alive.

After waiting a few minutes and still receiving no sound of life from the smaller room, you began to get worried. Obviously nothing had happened to him while you were sitting feet away, but what was happening in there? Did he have a heart attack as soon as saw what you had laid out on top of your suitcase when he was ordering food? Did he fall and hit his head? Was he trying to find a good way to break up with you? No, he wouldn’t do that, you knew he wouldn’t do that. But before you could fully get off of the bed to check on him, he slowly sauntered out of the room, staring down at the piece of black fabric gripped tightly in his hands, and you halted in your spot - sitting up right on the side of his bed with your feet dangling off the side.

“Wha - what is this?” his whisper was so unbelievably low, you were surprised you could make out any of the words.

“What do you think it is?” you replied, your voice equally as loud so not to spook him while he was in such a clear state of shock.

“I - I don’t know.”

He still had taken his eyes off of the material in his hands, looking at it like it held every secret unknown to man somewhere within its seams.

“I think you do know.”

Finally, Harry lifted his head in order to look at you. And you felt your eyes water as soon as he did. The rims of his eyes and nose were a deep red, the kind of red you get when trying desperately to hold in sobs. His eyes were a brighter shade of green as more and more tears obstructed his vision, and now that you looked at him properly, his entire body seemed to be shaking.

“If this is a joke, it’s really fucking mean.” he choked out, putting all of his effort into holding back his cries. “Please don’t joke about this.”

As hard as he was trying not to let his tears flow, you were beyond the point of no return. Your cheeks were stained with tears, old dried ones leaving tracks for the new ones to flow freely down, and the lump in your throat prevented you from speaking as loud and confidently as you would have liked.

“It’s not a joke, Harry.” you shook your head, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands.

“No?”

“No.”

Harry went back to not saying anything, glancing between you and the black in his hand, not knowing which held more important information. You could see the inner struggle he was having trying to comprehend what was happening, and you wanted to get up and yell it to him. But he needed to go through whatever emotions he needed to, at his own pace.

So you waited for him to do just that.

“So you - you’re pregnant?” he finally sighed, the question making the corners of his lips lift ever so slightly that you would have missed it if you weren’t watching every inch of his face like a hawk. Holding back his tears was long gone as they now flowed down his cleanly shaven cheeks.

“I’m pregnant.” you smiled, the words coming out in one whoosh of air.

So fast that you didn’t understand how he did it, the black shirt - that at first glance was a replica of the logo for the film The Godfather, but when taking a double take, could be found to read The Twinfather instead - was laying in a pile on the floor in front of the closet door and Harry was laying on top of you. Now on your back with Harry hovering above you, both of his forearms on either side of your head, you could fully see the overwhelming joy swimming in his eyes. The last time you had seen this exact look was the day Bella was born. Like within his mind, he was watching the entire world unfold with endless possibilities and unfathomable love.

Harry didn’t let you say anything before he was pressing kisses to your lips, both of your tears making the experience feel a bit slippery as they blended together on your skin. But nothing could make the moment anything less than perfect. Harry’s warmth covered you like a blanket, completely consuming you within the personal bubble that had formed around you on the bed. His lips moved against your with determination, but also care and gratitude, the vaguely strawberry flavored lip balm he was wearing smeared against your own lips, letting the memory of this moment linger for hours to come.

“You’re really pregnant?” Harry asked, his excitement taking over once he pulled back from the kiss.

“Yeah baby,’m pregnant.”

“And is it? It’s - it’s twins? Are you sure? How do you know?” although you knew he would always be there with and for you during all of this, it was reassuring to see him be so ecstatic about the new addition to your family.

“When B and I went to get our Covid tests, the lady asked me if there was a chance I could be pregnant, and - and I couldn’t give her a confident no. So I called Dr. Kelter to see if I could get an appointment before we left and she took me the same day.” your smile grew as you watched him hold on to your every word, wanting to know every single detail you had to give him.

“And she told you it was twins?”

“Yeah. Said she could see them both right away since they can see twins so early. Said ‘m about eleven weeks.” the tears returned to your eyes when you thought about being pregnant again, how much your life was going to change and the excitement that was about to be brought into your lives.

Obviously Harry was feeling the same before he let out another sob, this time his upper half falling onto your chest and burying his face in your neck, his lower body seeming to unconsciously stay away from crushing your belly.

“I love you so fucking much.” he whispered, and you could feel the ever so gentle peck of his lips against your skin. “So fucking much.”

“I love you, Harry.” you whispered back.

“Who knows?” he asked, undoubtedly thinking back to when you were pregnant with Bella and everyone in your lives seemed to know before he did. Something you regretted, but was necessary at the time.

“No one. Just you and me. Want to do everything with you this time.” not wanting to ruin the moment, but also wanting to be realistic for a moment in your clouded minds, you took a second to figure out how to say the concerns that were rushing through your mind at a mile a minute. “I know things are crazy right now and the world is scary and we’re both so busy, but we said if it happened, it happened.”

Harry was pushed up on his forearm in an instant, his other hand cupping your cheek in order to drag your attention to him. He was positively glowing. How only a second ago he was standing pale faced in the closet doorway was beyond you, because now, it was like the sun shined behind his irises.

“I have never been happier in my entire life. We’ll figure it all out together. Like we always do.”

[mackeydoodledoo]

Heroes

Pairing: Daniela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You’re a sucker for classic rock. You’re a sucker for women. Getting a woman to get into classic rock is a milestone for you. It’s your senior year of high school and you had participated in a Senior’s Art Showcase; not only attracting a staff member of Musician’s Institute, but also your high school’s most popular yet edgy girl: Daniela Dimitrescu

Warnings: Awkwardness, High school Bullying, Mention of Separation Anxiety, Self-harm scars, fluff at the end

A/N: As someone who is a musician that dreams of becoming an actual musician, this is a whole vibe: getting scouted by a staff person who is apart of a music school and attracting a woman just being a musician.

“Heroes” - David Bowie

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Late-Fall As you play the last chord on your bass guitar of your song that you had written for this showcase, you receive a standing ovation. You could just barely see outlines of people standing for your performance. You could feel some kind of sweat along the sides of your head. Not only from the bright auditorium lights but the nerves almost getting the best of you.

You put your bass into your case and hoist the case across your body but turn around when you hear someone clearing their throat.

“Y/n Y/l/n was it?” A complete stranger asks

“That’s me,” You say, “I’m sorry, you are?”

“Derek Frank,” He introduces himself, “Bass instructor at Musicians Institute.”

Not knowing what else to say you only shake his hand. Maybe for slightly too long...

“I’m impressed by how you incorporated guitar-like chords on your bass,” He comments

“Thank you sir,” You say, chuckling nervously, “To be quite honest, it wasn’t too difficult to compose really. I just took them an octave down and wrote them out on tabs in case I’d forget and... All that... Jazz..”

Smooth y/n... Smooth...

“Well, I’d like you to give you a full-ride scholarship to Musicians Institute, working under me in the Bass classes,” He announces

Your mouth hangs agape, you didn’t expect to get that kind of offer. You don’t answer him right away as you were still trying to even process the offer.

“I’ll let you think about it,” He chuckles, “Here’s my card.”

You take one of his business cards and he makes his leave. you turn to him and watch him exit the building.

“You sure have a way with music,” A voice calls from behind you

You turn back into the other direction and notice Daniel Dimitrescu; Your school’s most popular girl. All the girls are pining after her. Yet, here she is; in your presence. 

“Thank you,” You say, “I-uhh, haven’t been able to get around to the fine art section of this showcase yet but I’m heading over there right now.”

“Perfect, I’ll join you,” She slightly smiles, coming up right next to you

You walk next to Daniela in silence, trying to think of a way to talk to her.

“Weren’t-weren’t you in the fine art section though?” You ask, finally breaking the silence

“I was, but then I heard how the performing arts section had a prodigy bassist performing. That sounded way more interesting than just standing around, greeting people,” Daniela explains

“Is that so?” You ask, sounding slightly flirty

“Was that flirting y/n y/l/n?” Daniela smirks at you

“Maybe,” You joke, but also not joking

Daniela leads you to her exhibition spot and you’re greeted in awe. 

The graphite... Ink... My god she’s a real artist... 

You also happen to notice some photographs that seem to be tattoos she’s done.

“And a tattoo artist?” You ask, gazing at her work, “You must be the prodigy instead of me.”

“Apprentice,” Daniela corrects you, “I’m currently an apprentice at the tattoo shop downtown. But, that won’t last very much longer.”

“Why’s that?” you ask, looking away from her artwork to look at her

“I got a full-ride scholarship to a private art school in the city,” She sighs, “But, I’ll make sure I’ll find a way to make it work.”

“You will,” You encourage her

After the senior art showcase, you and Daniela were out in the parking lot, walking to each others’ vehicles.

“Would you possibly want to get a coffee sometime?” Daniela asks out of the blue

“I don’t see why not Dani,” You smile, closing your trunk after placing your bass case in there

You didn’t really notice the change in color in Daniela’s cheek however you take out your phone and hand it to her. She does the same for her phone and the both of you part ways for the night until the next morning for school.

During the entire morning Daniela had no absolute time to even just say hi to you as you were always disappearing in the school halls between classes. She was hoping she’d see you at lunch however, when she had noticed you not in your typical spot in the corner of the cafeteria, the only other place she thought of was the band room practice rooms.

“Sorry ladies I have to go find someone,” She says, standing from her seat

The girls that swarmed around her, watching her sketch a design into her sketchbook all groan in annoyance and begin dispersing back into the cafeteria. Daniela rushes out of there and right across the hall into the band hall. A few band kids give her an odd look.

“Have you seen y/n?” she asks, despite knowing you might be in the practice room

“Practice room C,” one of the band kids answers

“Thanks,” she says, rushing past them

As you were playing a long to a song, you could slightly hear the door being knocked on. You look over and a smile sweeps across your face as You put your bass against your stand and run up to the door.

“Hey stranger,” You smile, “Come here often?”

“No,” Daniela giggles, stepping into the practice room, “I came to see you. I also need a break from all of the pining girls...”

“Alright,” You sigh, smiling, “ Make yourself comfortable.”

She sits in a chair and watches you, intently.

“What do you want to hear?” You ask, picking your bass back up

“Impress me,” She only says

You chuckle and throw in some slap bass to a song you were doing. Daniela couldn’t help but almost laugh at your ‘bass face’ as you let the music speak for itself.

“What?” You ask, smiling

“The faces you make when you play,” She laughs

“Oh, right,” You chuckle it off, “That happens when a musician lets the music take over our souls and we tend to make faces.”

“Your faces are cute if you tell me,” She smiles

Before you could talk more the bell rings.

“Blast this school,” Daniela growls, “Are you doing anything after school?”

“No why?” You ask

“Meet me in the student parking lot,” She says, leaving the band wing

You spend the rest of your time in the band room as you have pretty much finished everything that was required for your graduation. However, you do wait at the doors leading to the student parking lot. As the final bell rings, you leave through the doors but wait outside for Daniela to come meet you. You look over and see her with a flock of girls following close behind. She manages to see you and speeds off into your direction.

“Hey you,” She smiles, “You ready?”

You nod happily and she swings her arm around you, making sure to let hose girls know who she’s taken an interest to. 

“Where are we going?” You ask

“You’ll see love,” She smiles as she leads you to a convertible vehicle.

“Is that-?”

“Yep, that’s my baby right there,” Daniela smiles

She opens the passenger door for you and you smile at her whilst seating yourself into her car. 

“A gentleman indeed,” You smile

“Oh you shush,” She teases

She gets into the driver’s side door and begins to drive.

“Hey, you got any music?” Daniela asks almost at the top of her lungs

“I do, pass the aux,” You smile

She passes a thin cord to you and you plug in your phone. You scroll through your phone. As the song starts, You look over at Daniela, hoping she’d vibe to the song.

“Wait I’m really vibing with this babe,” Daniela flirts, “What is this??”

“Have you never heard of Classic Rock?” You ask

She shakes her head.

“Girl, I’m about to open your ears,” You smile

As Daniela continues driving, the both of you hold your arm out of the vehicle. You let your hand ‘fly’ like the wing of a plane. 

“You sure do have taste y/n my dear,” Daniela smiles, “Play some more after this song!”

“You got it!” You smile

As you listen to the intro and the intro vocals, you decide to sing your heart out.

And you, you can be mean And I, I’ll drink all the time ’Cause we’re lovers and that is a fact Yes, we’re lovers! And that is a fact Though nothing will keep us together We could steal time just for one day

You look over and notice Daniela smiling. Not sure whether it was from the good music or your vocals. But, you were still having fun so you didn’t care about what she thought. 

Well, I care though...

We can be heroes! Forever and ever! What d’you say?

As you sing the last line in the refrain, you look at Daniela; Your right hand over your chest and your other arm reaching out to her. She laughs as she takes her free hand into yours, linking your fingers’ together. 

Later when Daniela finally stops driving, you turn down the radio and look out to a gothic coffee shop.

“Welcome to my favorite place to be,” Daniela smiles

“Oh my goodness,” you say

“What is it love?” Daniela asks, getting out of her car

“I’ve just never been here before,” You say, “This place suits you super well.”

You follow Daniela into the coffee shop and you follow her into a spot, seemingly she normally seats herself in whenever she would come in here.

“How long have you’ve been a regular?” You ask

“About a couple of years now,” She answers you, “Sometimes I’d even skip class for this place.”

“Would you now,” You chuckle, “Maybe I’d skip with you one of these days.”

“Since when are you a rebel?” She asks, giggling

“Since meeting you love,” You smile

“Everyone falls for me in time,” Daniela flirts

“Not me,” You smile, "Somewhat."

"Somewhat?" She asks, taking somewhat offense to your comment

"Like, I've noticed you in the halls at school, but you've never really captivated me until the senior art showcase." You explain, "But hey, you got me now right? Better late than never."

"You're right," she smiles

During the outing, your focus was concentrated on a book.

"Whatchu doing?" Daniela asks, trying to see what you were so focused on

"That is for me to know and for you to find out," you smile

Once the both of you were back on the road, you notice the sun beginning to set.

"Hey I know an amazing place to watch the sunset," you smile, "You want to come along?"

She smiles as she nods to your suggestion. She follows your direction and the two of you end up on the cliffside near the outskirts of town.

"Come on Dani hurry!" You say, breaking into a run towards an open spot along the cliffs

Daniela walks over to you as you gaze out to the wilderness below. Along with the sunset going below the horizon.

"Welcome to my favorite spot," you smile, "Where I go whenever I'd feel at my low, I'd come here, take in the scenery."

"By yourself?" She asks

"Well, yeah," you sigh, "But, if you'd like to come on adventure outings with me I'd love your company."

"I'd like to y/n," she smiles

"By the way, do you have a record player?" You ask out of the blue

"Yeah why?" She asks

"You'll see," you smile, “Also, I’m about to send you a playlist I made of all the classics I loved listening to growing up.”

You send it to her, “You don’t necessarily need to listen to them right away. It’s for whenever you feel like it.”

Mid-Winter In the next month, Daniela had been your ride to school and in the next week, during finals, came Daniela's birthday. Daniela told you how her mother is throwing her a huge birthday dinner and how she won't be able to spend her birthday with you.

"Hey it's okay Dani," you smile, "Besides, I got you this."

You hand her a wrapped folder-looking present.

"I gotta go to band," you smile, "I'll see you on Monday."

You step up onto your toes and gently place a kiss on Daniela's cheek. You turned your heel before you could see Daniela's reaction. You also didn't see how some flock of girls noticed your cheek kiss gift to Daniela. She looks down at her present and unwrap it; a Rare David Bowie "Heroes" Promo Vinyl and a card. Once she opens the card, a senior photo of you falls into her palm.

"This is one of my most prized Vinyl's," Daniela reads aloud on the back of the photo, "But, I'd want my favorite gal to have it since you love it as much as I do."

Daniela squeals of happiness and gently hugs her her newly added vinyl to her collection. She runs over to her locker to place it in there for the rest of the 

"That girl will get in our way," one of the popular girls snarl

"We have to do something about this," another one says

During lunch you were minding your own business, it was a rare occasion that you'd be in the cafeteria. You look up when you saw 3 torsos in your peripherals

"Stay away from Daniela," one of the popular girls comes up to you, "She's ours. Not yours."

Daniela perks her head up to her name being called. 

"I'm sorry?" You ask, "sorry not sorry I attracted the coolest girl in school by flexing on an instrument. At least she sees something in me that has potential, I don't know why you three gawk over her when you have nothing to show off to her for."

One of the girls opens her basic white girl coffee and splashes it into your face and clothes. You burst out of the cafeteria, back into the band room, not caring about if Daniela saw.

"That'll teach her," she snickers

"What the hell was that?!" Daniela asks, snarling at them

"Hi Daniela," one of them tries to play it off, flirtatious-sounding

"Don't you 'hi Daniela' me," Daniela yells, "Answer. My. Question. What the hell was that?!"

"She’s taking you away from us," one of the girls blurts out

"I'm not even into any of you!" She growls at them, "Don't even flock around me anymore. And if I see you three doing so in the slightest, I will make sure you get the same treatment you treated y/n.."

She takes her backpack and runs into your direction. Of course it was into the band room. She manages to find you in your same practice room however, it was dark. She opens the door and sits next to you. Daniela then opens her backpack and takes out a pair of leggings and a hoodie.

"You okay?" She asks

She looks away when you change your pants in a hurry then stripping down into her hoodie. The smell of lemon and mint eased your senses.

"Yeah," you lean against her shoulder, "Thanks for the extra pair of clothes..."

"No worries," she says, "I'm sorry for them. I didn't even realize that they would do such a thing..."

"No it's okay," you say, "It's not you who should be apologizing. But those three never will. So I'll be over it in time."

The both of you leaned on each other until the bell rang. However, you were about to leave for class until you felt Daniela snake her arm around your waist.

"Class can wait," Daniela says, "I'm staying with you..."

You feel your cheeks heat up as you lean your head back onto Daniela's shoulder. You take out your phone, thank the gods it didn’t get stained with coffee and plug in your earbuds. You put one into your left ear and offer the other one to Daniela to put into her right ear. She takes it, places it into her right ear and you begin playing the first song that came up.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?” - Arctic Monkeys

“You like them too?” Daniela smiles, trying to lighten the mood

“I do,” You smile, but looking in the empty void of the practice room

“Well, we have one group we both like,” She smiles

After school you explained to your band teacher why you didn't show up to class, thankfully your band teacher is lenient and excused you for mental health reasons. You and Daniela decide to get dinner together per Daniela's suggestion. She wanted to make it up to you for letting that cafeteria incident happen earlier in the day and for you to celebrate her birthday with her a day early. You didn't want to go anywhere fancy so Daniela gets the both of you food from her favorite coffee shop and takes the both of you to your cliffside spot.

"So Bela has a glass eye?" You ask, "Is that why she always has her hair covering her right eye?"

"Yeah because we like to fuck around with her and continuously steal it and hide it from her." Daniela laughs, "If you didn't know, I have two different eye colors."

She lifts her bangs to show you. You kind of look in awe before she puts her bangs back down.

"My other sister; Cassandra has a lazy eye," she says, "So basically my family is full of broken people..."

"Maybe it isn't a bad thing all the time," you say, "Having imperfections are what make you who you are really."

You roll up your right sleeve and reveal some silver scars.

"Sometimes past relationships can go awry and... Make you do things you regret," you sigh, "But hey, these were from like.... 3 years ago so I’m doing a lot better than last time."

She gently takes a hold of your arm and places many kisses along and over your silver strands. You felt your cheeks heat up once more.

"You're right," Daniela agrees, "Well, I know now you're alive to tell the stories about them. If you're comfortable with doing so."

Once again she snakes her arm around your waist and leans her head against yours.

"Your family also sounds interesting," you add

"Interestingly Chaotic," Daniela jokes

"Chaotic is more fun," you flirt

Daniela lifts her head away to look at you. You look down at her lips and lean forward. Daniela meets you halfway.

"I've decided to go to California for Musicians Institute," you say, when you pull sway from Daniela’s lips

Daniela freezes.

"Dani?" You ask, looking at her, cupping her cheeks into your hands, "What's wrong?"

She doesn't say anything but plays it off like nothing happened.

"Sorry-it's nothing," Daniela sighs

"Are you sure?" You ask, "You can trust me."

"It's okay, I'm sure," she says

"Well, whenever you're ready to talk about it," you say

Spring Seniors are itching to get out of high school. Everyone either had committed to colleges, gotten a date for prom. But you? You got yourself the top prodigy artist in the school as your girlfriend and gotten into one of the best music schools for your field of music. Best of both worlds. It was after school Daniela had slipped a note into your band locker to meet you at your guys' hangout spot at the edge of town. You park at the parking lot and see a blanket laid out near the cliffside; Daniela sitting there; noticing her red hair.

“Dani?” You call out, shutting your car door

She turns to you and you could easily see a smile across her face as you catch up to her.

“Hey you,” you smile, sitting right next to her, “What are we doing out here?”

You look out to the cliffside; the forestry and the giant lake in view. Your favorite place to be when you want to be alone; has officially turned into a place you want to be, with Daniela. 

“y/n, when we met that night, I’ve felt something in me that I have never felt with any other girl,” Daniela confesses

You felt your heart beginning to thump in your chest. 

Why was she beginning to confess everything now?

She turns to you and you notice a small instrument in her hands; a ukulele. You watch her left arm make a chord; it was pretty... 

Tear in my Heart?...

Sometimes you gotta bleed to know

Daniela easily struggles to make the chords and sing at the same time. However, you weren’t paying attention enough to know she’s struggling.

But it takes someone to come around To show you how

You watch her attempt to sing to you... For the first time ever, you were so touched. 

“Fuck,” She growls

She stops after realizing she’ll never finish the song properly however, you reach out to her and engulf her in a hug.

“You learned how to play ukulele? For me?” You ask

“It’s-it’s not perfect but- but I really wanted to impress you,” She confesses, “But, I’m still working on figuring out how to sing and play this thing at the same time.. I’m sorry it’s bad...”

“Dani, it wasn’t bad,” You smile, “I’m so touched... You took the time out to do this for me. If I’m going to confess something, remember when you and I went out to your favorite coffee shop and I ‘wasn’t paying attention’ to you?” 

She nods, “How could I forget?”

You reach into your backpack and take out your own sketchbook. You flip to your bookmarked page and reveal that you had done a graphite drawing of Daniela. 

“It’s not perfect either but-”

Before you could continue, Daniela leans her head towards yours and places her lips gently onto yours. When she pulls away to look at you, you open your eyes and begin processing what Daniela had done. However, your hands put down the sketchbook and cup Daniela’s cheeks and your lips crash onto hers. You climb into her lap and she snakes her arms around your waist.

“Dani,” You call her name, breathlessly

The both of you pull away to breathe and you could see the smile sweep across her face. 

“You learned how to draw? For me?” She asks the same exact question you asked her

“Technically I know how to draw but, I can’t draw as well as you,” You smile

“You kidding?” Daniela asks, reaching for your sketchbook, “you got my eyes- the Blue and green, the choker I always wear, my hair including the little hairs on my shaved side, beanie detail... You did it all babe.”

“I did?” You ask, in awe

She smiles as she nods at you. You give her another kiss before finally the question you had comes to mind.

"Now what is it that you really got me out here for?" You ask

"y/n y/l/n, would you like to go to prom with me?" She asks

"Yes Dani, a million times yes!" You happily say

You kiss her again before the both of you decide to talk on prom outfits.

"I was thinking we could match the color of your choker," you suggested

"We could," she smiles, "I'm down. One condition; I'm wearing the suit."

"No complaints there love," you smile

After the both of you settled a day to get your prom outfits, the both of you just begin to watch the sunset.

"When are you moving again?" Daniela asks

"End of August," you reply, "I'll be sure to come visit or if you're able, come visit me."

"I'll take you up on that offer," Daniela smiles, still trying to hide how sad she is that you’ll be moving soon

The two of you went to prom however, got so bored the both of you decided to ditch it and make your own prom. The both of you ended up staying at Daniela's place for the first time for yourself at least.

"Is this is girl that swept my daughter off her feet?" Her mother comes in

"Yes mother," Daniela smiles, kissing your temple

"Oh aren’t you a dream,” She compliments, “Daniela has told us so much about you.”

“Mother!” Daniela yelps, hiding her heated cheeks

“Oh, is that so Ms. Dimitrescu?” You ask, looking at Daniela, who was clearly blushing

Summer You pretty much got instantly accepted into the family. You’ve spent most of your summer with them. 

“Do you have to go?” Daniela asks, her arms wrapped around you like a sloth

“I do,” You say, “I told you before, it’ll be okay, we’ll make this work.”

“I know,” She sighs, “But, what if we let the long distance get the best of us?”

“It won’t baby, not as long as we make the communication thing happen. That’s key.”

“I- just...” Daniela stutters

“You just what?” You ask, propping yourself on your elbows, looking down at her

“I have separation anxiety,” Daniela confesses, “I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay here... But, I don’t want you to stay here just for me...”

“Dani...” You say, “I would stay here for you if I could.”

Your fingers caress her cheek as she leans into the palm of your hand. 

“Don’t stay here for me,” She says, “I- Just don’t forget about me...”

“Dani babe, How could I ever forget about the girl that I attracted? Saved my skin from three petty girls? Especially the girl that did some music for me, regardless if she had no prior music experience. I could never forget you my love.”

You drop your head down to give her a long, lingering kiss.

“Plus, if I had the choice, I’d take you with me in a heartbeat,” You smile, pulling away

Daniela smiles as she wraps her arm around your neck to drag your face down to hers. 

3 Months Later... You knock on the door to the Dimitrescu Estate and notice Bela had opened the door.

“Is Daniela here?” You ask Bela

“Daniela, your girlfriend is here!” Bela calls from the front door

“You want to come in or what? It’s cold.” She smiles, “Welcome back.”

Daniela practically jumps down the stairs as soon as she sees your face appear in the doorway.

“Baby!” Daniela screams happily as she picks you up to give you a big bear hug

You hug her tightly as she spins you around all excitedly. The two of you share a kiss before hearing Bela and Cassandra jokingly barf at your PDA.

“Welcome home honey,” Alcina smiles, giving you a giant hug, “How is California?”

“Insane,” You sigh, “It’s a whole different world.. But, I’ve been video chatting with your daughter every night.”

“Daniela has been almost moping about every night after the two of you video chat and-”

“Mother!” Daniela interrupts before taking you gently by the arm and dragging you right back out of the front door

The both of you headed to Daniela’s signature coffee shop to catch up. Despite it only being 3 months you’ve moved to California for your music career.

“I’ve finally gotten around to listening to your playlist since you left,” Daniela confesses

“I’ve sent you that like ages ago,’ You slightly chuckle, “But, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

“I practically listen to it wherever I go; drives, around campus, even at my apprenticeship.” Daniela explains, “Clients are loving my girlfriend’s taste in music.”

“Awwww,” You blush, “I’ve began taking some other music genres to practice bass. Well, taking them from my professor when he assigns video assignments.”

“So, what is it you want to do when you play your bass?” Daniela asks

“Oh?” You ask her, “Well, I’ve been to many concerts and I really love how all of the musicians would be performing on stage to millions of people. I want to do that too.”

“Who do you have in mind?” Daniela asks

“That depends on who’s hiring,” You say, “But, If you really wanted to get answers out of me; Waterparks, Panic! At the Disco... To name a few.”

“Those are some big bands,” Daniela leans back into her seat, “But, I know you’ll be able to do it. And when you do, I’ll come to every single show; make one of those giant posters where it says: ‘my girlfriend is the bassist!’.. That kind of thing.”

Your face heats up and you shove your face into a mug of coffee. Daniela lets out a peppy-giggle and lifts her head so her face is toward the ceiling.

“Lets drive,” She suggests

“I’d thought you’d never ask,” You smile

As soon as the both of you had gotten into Daniela’s car, she puts a couple of fingers under your chin to gently pull your face towards hers, the both of your lips molding to each others’. You flip on the radio and put in your playlist. The familiar riff of the first song the both of you had listened to together. 

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Jeweler Richard Fanbook Short Story #12

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Suit Story

If you went through Ginza’s Main Street from 7-chome to 1-chome, the change in the city’s atmosphere would shock you. Bulgari, Cartier, Louis Vuitton, Chanel. Felt like you could play shiritori with these high-class brand names. It was a fun neighborhood to stroll around during Christmas season, as all the stores would come up with elaborate plans for the decorative lights, but it was currently autumn. The store most closely related to me in these vicinities was the long-established stationery store where I went to buy stationery. It was, however...

“Please raise your arms a little more.”

“All right.”

“Pull your chin back a bit. Yeah, that’s great.”

“Haah. Is this really right?”

“Of course. Might be hard, but please do relax.”

For whatever reason, I was across the street from the stationery store, practically in front of it, on the second floor of a branded men’s fashion store originally from England. On the walls of this mysterious-gentleman-themed space, which housed a bar counter and even a huge aquarium, there were clusters of business suits, pants and waistcoats with basting threads attached to them in conspicuous spots.

It was a place for taking measurements for custom-made stuff.

I couldn’t get over the feeling that this was some kind of mistake. Wasn’t this the stationery store? The place where you could buy vanilla-colored envelopes for 30 yen each? Or illustrated writing paper with seasonal vibes, or pens.

“Seigi, you are too nervous.”

“Nakata-san is such an imp, but so are you.”

Leaning against the bar counter, Richard shrugged his shoulders, indicating possibility.

Today was Thursday. Having been called by Richard, who said he wanted to ask me to do some odd job, I went over to the front of Etranger, and then we came to this store in the green jaguar. Just when I thought he was gonna make me hang with him for shopping, the man on the driver seat hastily took out his phone, showing me a video letter from my dad, Nakata-san.

“Seigi, congrats on your graduation. I wanted to go suit shopping with you, but I’m in Jakarta, so I’ll be borrowing Richard-san’s assistance for that. Seems like people are getting them custom-made lately. Make sure to buy a good one. Well, see ya.”

Richard had watched over me in the passenger seat as my eyes got wet, but the tears drew back in when we stepped into the store.

While talking lightheartedly about the difference between English and Italian suits, the young clerk, who wasn’t all too apart from me in age, smoothly took my body measurements with a measuring tape and showed me countless textures.

“You can also choose the lining. What should we do about the pockets?”

When I started getting dizzy, said man, who was like a page of suits, began giving me suggestions from behind. I had nowhere to run. I was really going to have my suit made here. As I picked a charcoal-gray suit with blue lining, Richard quickly told me that tanzanite cuffs would look very nice in it. Of course, I was thinking the exact same thing.

By the moment that the Onii-san finished the measuring and disappeared into the back of the store to take notes, I heaved a deep sigh. “This kinda stuff’s been happening a lot lately. All I ever do is receive.”

When I said that, Richard laughed, giggles ringing up his throat.

Richard had two types of smiles, and whenever he raised his voice while laughing, if I refused to back down, he’d often give me a word of advice of some sort. When it was a silent smile, I’d feel like he was telling me in some way to “reflect about myself”, which would make me a bit anxious, but I liked both.

Walking up next to me as I stood in front of the mirror, Richard grinned. “It is no longer guaranteed that your body will grow out of your clothes. Isn’t it fun to sometimes purchase slightly larger clothes and try to wait for your body’s growth?”

“Feeling like this talk doesn’t have the ‘sleep well and drink milk’ kinda nuance to it.”

The reply was a smile. How strange. Richard’s face was right at my left side, but the smile in the mirror was looking directly at me. Clad in a double-button slender silhouette suit, his figure was perfect no matter from what angle I looked at it, like an extraordinarily fine jewel, so my own figure as I tensed up beside him appeared even weirder.

“Hey, Richard, I kinda have the feeling that suits are like the base metals of jewelry.”

“Are you referring to the foundation parts of rings, earrings and such?”

I nodded. The base metal was the metal part that formed the foundation for attaching gemstones to jewelry. In stores, people would often memorize the materials and call them by their names, such as gold base metal or platinum base metal.

It was a part that never played the leading role in Etranger, which handled accessories with gemstones on them. But it’d be hard to wear jewelry on the body without it, and it was also a part that allowed people to express their particularities regarding the materials, durability and design. Whether they would be prominent or not depended on the basis. Erm, this was probably what a jeweler from Kyoto that I was acquainted with would say. The contrary was also possible.

“Gotta psyche myself up. If I don’t become someone that won’t lose to this suit, I’d feel bad.”

“This is my personal opinion, but there is nothing more tiring to look at than a jewelry in which the gem and base metal are at rivalry with one another. What you should emphasize is the harmony. Just because you use the finest high-grade eggs and milk as ingredients, it does not mean you will create the best pudding – is that not the same thing?”

“Ah...”

When I replied that, indeed, high-end ingredients were often strongly in demand, the beautiful man nodded with an “exactly as you say”. By the looks of it, those were the sweets that he was into lately. I hadn’t been able to take time some for it at all due to being busy, but I decided to make pudding again one of these days and offer to him. Despite having a wallet that enabled him to eat as many high-grade desserts as he wanted, Richard would always be delighted anew no matter how many of them I made, which made me believe that, as one would expect, he had a talent for pleasing people. I was grateful for his existence.

“Both suits and jewelry are goods that exist for the sake of their owners. The initiative is clear from the start. You must handling it skillful and comfortably, not fight against it. That is why it is custom-made.”

“So you’re also ‘skillfully handling’ the clothes you’re wearing right now?”

“Evidently. Enough that I do not know anymore at what point it ends and I begin.” With that said, Richard sleekly patted his suit. I wanted to try saying that too someday.

We exchanged glances not through the mirror but directly.

When the clerk Onii-san came back, the measuring recommenced. I got kind of embarrassed as he praised me, saying I was well-relaxed.

   “Seigi-kun, good work! Wow, that suit looks really great on you.”

“Thanks, Tanimoto-san. Uh, this print on your furisode, could it be—”

“I was told it’s a modern type of print, but yep, it’s kinda like...”

“It looks like a bismuth crystal!”

With a face that said, “I know, right”, a dandy crease formed under her eyes, which were just a bit more on-the-mark than usual. Her bob-cut hair was the same as always, her cream-colored hakama paired with a yellow-green and dark blue furisode, which bore a mysterious geometric pattern print. On top of being cute, it was unique. She said it was rented, but I got emotional upon finding out there was a furisode that was so much like her.

As for me, I was wearing a double-button English suit that fit my body extremely well. It was a little embarrassing, but the creatures called college boys were more or less the same kind of individuals as myself, so they weren’t too mindful of their male friends’ clothes. Only one of them, who had found employment in the apparel industry, said that “the suit Nakata’s wearing is so nice”.

It was the graduation ceremony of Kasaba University. We gathered in the excessively large auditorium for all but an instant, and once we had our diplomas in hand, it was the beginning of a rapid shooting party, where we took pictures with our preferred friends in spaces near the auditorium. Tanimoto-san came running over to the spot near the central library, where we had decided to meet up.

“Seigi-kun, really, congrats. Things might get hard from now on, but if it’s you, everything will definitely be okay.”

“Thank you. I’ll do my best. I don’t think I’m that big of a deal, though...”

“That’s not true. I know very well how awesome you are.”

I played around a little and bowed my head, also congratulating Tanimoto-san for her graduation, she laughed with a “huhuhu”, looking happy.

She had passed in teaching and she would officially be a middle school science teacher starting this April. She fulfilled the dream that she had told me about when we were in our second year of undergrad. So cool. She had laughed when I said I wanted to take her classes if it were ever possible, but now I knew her video communication address, so it might be that I could actually get to attend her lectures at least once. Even if I were no longer living in Japan.

“Tanimoto-san, the school you’re assigned to is...”

“In Okayama Prefecture. It’s famous for the Katsuta Group of vicarya fossils. Compared to you, it’s next-door.”

In a few days, my address would change from Japan to Sri Lanka. I was going to be a jeweler apprentice. I had been told that I would often have to move around in rough dress, so sure enough, I was going to dedicate myself to wearing formal stuff for the time being. It was a bit of a waste, but Nakata-san and Richard had probably given me a chance to wear this kind of thing because they knew about that.

I could hear a voice in the distance calling, “Shouko~”. It was apparently a friend of Tanimoto-san’s. She waved at them in response.

“Seigi-kun, y’know... I think I was very lucky to meet you in this university. Literally thank you. Thanks to you, university was always fun.”

“Those are all my lines. But Tanimoto-san, I only ever gave you trouble.”

“If you’re gonna say that, same goes for me. I feel like you’ve granted me many opportunities. Seriously, thank you.”

When she smiled, saying she was going to do her best, she looked really cute. Neither of us had any familiarity with Okayama, but surely, she would actively pave the way with her own strength no matter where she was. And on her days off, she would go out to the Katsuta Group to dig up fossils.

“From now on too, if there’s anything I can help you with, I want you to tell me. I’ll do anything. If you run into any weirdo, I’ll get on a plane and come give them a beating.”

“Me too; if anyone ever messes up with you, Seigi-kun, I’ll take my crack hammer and go finish them off. Look forward to it. Ah, Aki told me that a sniper rifle suits me better, apparently?”

“I-I wonder.”

After that, we talked for a while, seated on an inconspicuous bench, and when it was finally time, she told me to at least take care of my body, offering me her hand. I nodded and squeezed it back. Her hand was small but very strong.

“Take care of your body, at the very least. May the blessings of the stones fall upon you.”

“Thank you. You too.”

We bowed deeply, taking pictures with each other while we were at it, and once we were done with the commemorative photoshoot, in which the two of us kept a moderate distance from one another, we parted ways. Students here and there were hugging intensely and wailing, but neither she nor I were that type, and I didn’t think this would be farewell for a lifetime. We would definitely get to see each other from now on too.

However, this was our last time seeing each other while we were students. After the handshake, my angel waved her hand with a “see you”, even more brightly than an actual angel.

Later on, having finished looking around for the friends that I could call friends and going on a tour to tell them “thank you for everything until now”, lastly, I sent a brief text. Not to Richard. To Nakata-san and Hiromi.

“I was able to graduate from university without problems. Thank you very much, truly. I will be in your care from now on too.”

Rather than a greeting, it turned into a notice to announce my renewed determination. The stylish suit indeed gave off an extraordinary feeling of fittingness, but I couldn’t think I was fully used to it. Obviously. It finished being made just a while ago. It would start from here. If it would take on my shape the more I wore it, then I would make sure to wear it steadily to my own liking.

What mattered was the harmony, he had said.

While smoothly stroking the suit, which I still couldn’t deem as anything other than formal wear, as if I were stroking my favorite gemstone, I seared the contrast of cherry blossom petals against the blue sky into my eyes.

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Driver’s License - Topper Thornton

Summary: For the anon who said Driver’s License is their fave song...I hope you like this fic!!

Outer Banks Masterlist

✰Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street✰

“Next!” The woman behind the counter called, not bothering to look up from her computer as you approached. The DMV on Saturday was more crowded than you expected it to be when your dad dropped you off, asking again if you would be comfortable enough to drive yourself home.  

“Of course...that’s the whole point, isn’t it?” You joked, lingering in the passenger seat of the car, as if you wouldn’t have to go inside if you didn’t move. It could all just rewind, back to weeks ago when you were still a little uncoordinated. Rewind back to Topper “teaching” you how to drive his prized jeep, parking behind the small strip of stores near the school to just listen to music and make-out in the back seat.  

“You text me if you need anything, okay?” Your dad requested, giving you a quick hug before he got into your mom’s car and left you there in the parking lot alone. Even if you wanted to rewind you couldn’t...what was there left to rewind to?

You sat on the driver’s side of Topper’s jeep, door open, legs dangling as you leaned against the seat, sitting sideways while you watched Topper at the bottom of his driveway, talking to Sarah Cameron. She was riding passed on her bike, achieving that effortless cool vibe that seemed to follow her wherever she went, and she’d stopped to talk to him. It wasn’t really her fault, you told yourself, he could’ve waved. But one minute he was swearing he was gonna let you take the Jeep for a spin around Figure Eight and the next he was standing there talking to Sarah. 

You thought about getting out of the car, walking down and interrupting their conversation. Of course, then you would just be that awkward third wheel. How pathetic would you be, standing next to your boyfriend while he ignored you? You pushed your foot against the brake and started the chair, engine revving to life as Sarah and Topper both looked up the driveway towards you. 

Over the lull of the engine and the music you were fiddling with, you didn’t hear his goodbye to Sarah. You practically jumped in your seat when Topper’s hand landed on your bare thigh, just above your knee. You turned to look at him and it was as if all the worry you’d had over Sarah disappeared when he leaned over, kissing your leg. 

“Ready?” 

“You know my dad is paying for someone to teach me how to drive?” You mentioned, leaning over to kiss him when he stepped up on the running board, hanging into the driver’s side of the car as if he was reluctant to do more than spend time with you.  

“Yeah, in some shrimpy little car. This requires finesse.” He replied, making you laugh as you leaned back against the seat.

“Finesse?” You teased, “I think you’re full of shit. You just want me to practice so you don’t have to drive.”

It had been Topper who made the jab that “When you get your license you can drive us home from parties,” as if your sole responsibility from that day forward would be designated driver for the guys every time they drank too much at a party. You had been ready with a comeback, a really witty one that you couldn’t remember now, when Sarah had come down into the kitchen of the Cameron house, interrupting the small gathering and pulling all your boyfriend’s attention. Even Rafe looked apologetic.

“Babe?” Topper repeated himself, catching your attention this time.  

“Sorry, preparing myself to drive this beauty,” you joked half-heartedly, “hey what were you talking to Sarah about?” You were never one to let things lie.

“Nothing, just saying hi.” He shrugged. “You ready?”

“Yeah, totally. Can’t drive with you hanging on to the driver’s side though, can I?”  

“Right, right, sorry,” he kissed you one more time, an overcompensation for the moment, “you just look so hot sitting in the driver’s seat.”

You didn’t look hot standing at the counter, waiting for the lady to acknowledge your presence. When she looked up she said nothing to you, only held out her hand, an indication to give her the paperwork you’d brought along. She gave little in the way of instruction other than telling you to sit in the chair and stare at the little red light above the camera on her computer.  

Someone on the other side of you was complaining about their picture as you sat down on the folding chair, brushing your hair out and trying to remember the tips from that ‘taking a good license picture’ tiktok you’d agonized over, trying desperately to make sure you didn’t look dumpy, or half-asleep, or like you wanted to murder someone, or like you were completely heart broken.  

“You think your dad is watching us?” Topper asked, hand slipping beneath your sweatshirt as he kissed you. Parked on the street outside your house, sitting in the backseat.  

“Probably,” you replied, fingers running through his short hair as he kissed your neck, “but it’s super fucking weird that you’re mentioning my dad while macking on me.”

“Macking on you,” he laughed, “you sound like a pogue.”

“I do not.” You protested, nudging his side.  

The camera flashed and you were positive that you blinked but the lady behind the counter didn’t seem to notice. You wanted to ask if that was it, was it over? Did you get to walk away with your shiny new license, sit in the front seat and try your hardest not to cave to the pressure and call your father to bring you home. You could do this, you had driven a million times now.  

“Here sweetheart,” the pet name tacked on to the end felt empty and you doubted that she really meant to say it at all but you thanked her all the same, taking the laminated card from her hand and staring down at it.  

You looked sad.  

Maybe that was why she called you sweetheart. Because today should have been exciting, you had been talking about getting your license the way some people talked about winning the lottery. It wasn’t just freedom to drive wherever you wanted, it was freedom to drive one very specific place. Every time he drove you home, parking on the side street for a few extra minutes together, neither of you ready for the night to end, you thought about what it would be like when you could drive. Would it make the trip home lonelier or would you get to spend those extra minutes with him, not crammed in the back seat of a jeep but up in his room.  

It didn’t matter, in the end, because either way you were alone. Silence in the car because you couldn’t bear to hear the radio right then. You stopped at the red light on the corner of your street, your dad’s car idling there as you waited.  

Topper’s jeep was sitting there on the side street where it always was. He was across the street, standing there at the end of the driveway, arms around Sarah Cameron and you remembered why you hated living so close to Tanneyhill.  

The light changed and you exhaled, stepping on the gas as you cruised through the intersection, doing your best to stare straight ahead, to keep your tears at bay until you could get inside.  

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(Hi everyone! I came up with these when me and my sister went out for a quick little drive after feeling sick of staying home 😘✌🏻 my driving skills got rusty. smh!)

(This is my first time writing so i’m sorry if they’re all over the place!)

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☆ Asra

owns an old used car from the 90’s that makes you feel nostalgic

it kinda reeks of weed sometimes...

has random shit laying around the back including a blanket because he totally takes naps in the car between his classes

he’s a pretty slow driver (goes 23mph slower than the rest of traffic)

but as soon as he sees a yellow light he FLOORS IT

this lil shit never uses his blinkers...smh!

giggles when people cuss him out. he don’t give a fuck!

will always give you the aux cord because he vibes with whatever. any tunes you like, he likes too 🥰

often misses freeway exits because he’s too busy chatting with you (“wha..? oh haha...anyways!”)

he easily gets distracted with anything really, so you have to remind him to keep his eyes on the road all the time (it’s cute at first...but after a while it’s just annoying)

always offers to pick you up but never asks for gas money (pretends to forget but he just doesn’t care because it’s you and he care you <3)

overall he’s a cautious driver, he just has very erratic speed patterns and takes really shitty turns

★ Julian

has had the same old black car for about 8 years (hates that it’s a stick shift, but he got over it already)

he’s actually quite a responsible driver. doesn’t break transit rules

never got his license though, but it doesn’t really matter (u gotta do what u gotta do)

he never arrives on time, always late (super apologetic about it)

loses parking tickets and misplaces his keys all. the damn. time. so you usually end up carrying them instead

makes a HUGE fuss over your safety. please wear your seatbelt or else he will go bonkers

but at the same time will not hesitate to be your designated getaway driver (if you need to gtfo of somewhere, he will get you the fuck out of there)

he actually has to use glasses because his vision sucks and can’t read road signs. he looks so cute

his car doesn’t have an aux cord outlet, so he has a bunch of cassettes of different kinds of music ( 70’s rock, jazz, some obscure russian band, etc ) lying around. he can’t drive without music!

has a bit of road rage; if he’s with you he’ll mutter curses under his breath trying to keep composure

but when alone he will absolutely yell at people, but his way of doing it is somewhat.....endearing?

will occasionally bump into things, but has never caused any serious damage

has never been pulled over and only gets tickets due to expired parking meters in downtown (somehow manages to talk his way out of them all the time)

he’s had enough experience around the city so he talks to you about places no one really knows about

he will literally take you a random phone booth that is actually the entrance to a secret undergroung café that looks like a place where academics would hang out and conspire new literary movements

☆ Nadia

doesn’t drive, she has a chauffeur

but if she did, she would own one of those beautiful, modern, pearly off-white cars.

it’s perfectly clean, well kept and smells great

no food or drinks allowed inside. periodt

you’d probably be afraid of ruining the seat when you first get in. she assures you everything is okay

totally drives around wearing a pair of gloves, headscarf, and gorgeous sunglasses to protect herself from the sun. also because she’s so classy <3

she excels at everything in driving

flawless breaking and parking, but thinks that going around looking for a spot is a waste of time so she’d rather just pay extra for valet parking

her only flaw is that she gets super impatient with how long it takes for a red light to turn green

and she almost never stops for pedestrians

would usually call you to see if you’d like to go shopping with her or just accompany her for some errands (pls go with her she adores having you around 🥺)

doesn’t have a problem with giving you rides, but she’s always busy with a tight schedule, so rides from her are very rare

probably feels bad about it so she’ll send you an uber black instead

★ Muriel

hates going out because it means he has to drive ://

he just wants to get from point A to point B without any issues really

you’ll notice that his car always has a layer of dirt on it since he never really uses it (he doesn’t bother to give it a little wipe before hoping in)

would probably own a normal, practical car that gets the job done and doesn’t need much maintenance. nothing too fancy

.......but i really want to see him with a jeep so i’ll make him own a jeep ☺️

highkey anxious and hyperaware of his surrounding drivers

he looks too tense and grips the wheel hard....tell him to relax pls

if someone tries to pass him, he will absolutely give them a Look through the rear mirror

not one to listen to music (will sometimes turn on the radio but slams it off eventually because it’s annoying)

used to be terribly afraid of highways

mumbles and grumbles about how dangerous and stupid it is to carelessly swerve lanes just to go fast and look cool

☆ Portia

drives all the time so she’s definitely the most experienced on the road

owns a cute convertible beetle that she takes care of and loves very much ❤️ (has so many cute ass bumper stickers)

will not hesitate to change the tires on her own if needed

music is always loud and top is down most of the time

she’s got anything you might need in her glove box (hand cream? tissues? sanitizer? pocket knife? she has it yes ma’am)

when she’s by herself, laws simply do not exist

lowkey a threat to society. get her off

she goes so fucking fast like she zooms💨 down the road (mainly because she’s always on a hurry)

basically breaks whatever law she wants but once she spots a cop, citizen of the year

ohh but if you and/or anyone else is with her, it’s a whole different story

she drives carefully and slows down, would hate to put your safety at risk (same as julian)

road trips with her are THE BEST. going on drives with her always feel like a scene from a coming of age film 💕✨🧚‍♀️

★ Lucio

not necessarily an irresponsible driver, he’s just reckless and obnoxious

owns a restored, fancy vintage car that’s either red or white (his license plate is personalized, bedazzled and borderline opulent). genuinely proud of it

revs the engine just to piss people off

is always willing and able to be there for you if you need him

when he’s there to pick you up, he will absolutely make a scene for you to notice him. simply giving you a call is out of the equation!

the backseats are full of white hair...you know he brings his adored babies everywhere he goes

blasts music at an ASTRONOMICAL VOLUME and he just sits there like 🤪✌🏻🎶🕺🏼

but believe it or not, his music taste is actually really good....it slaps. so it’s okay

likes to drive fast (“oh you want to see some speed? i’ll show you some real speed”)

cannot stand traffic and slow drivers make him go batshit crazy

honks at everyone for everything but gets offended if they honk back >:(

you’ll still see him at the red light despite him doing 84 lane changes

tells you he LOVES the attention he gets because of the car, but then feels super self conscious if people stare too much or too long......although he will never admit it

this guy loves to gossip with you and likes to make fun of random pedestrians... you gotta admit he makes you snicker quite a bit. who am i kidding he’s funny as fuck of course you’re gonna laugh

doesn’t slow down for speed bumps, will blow quick kisses at the little fake cameras on top of the traffic lights, and has definitely scratched the lower sides of his car on curves more than once (*frantic wheel stirring* “not my fault not my fault!!”)

this man’s biggest struggle is parking. he cannot park for shit (secretly embarrassed about it)

it takes FOREVER for him to parallel park. might as well snooze while he’s at it

genuinely tries his best, going as far as to do the “arm behind the seat to look back” move (he wants to impress you dammit!!), but gets frustrated and gives up

so most of the time he ends up taking two spots despite trying so hard not to

gets tickets all the time (“now they’re ganging up against me! and for what?? what the fuck did i do!!”)

cannot comprehend street signs (“lucio you will get a $650 fine” “darling wdym?? it costs $650 to park here”)

going on a drive with him can be stressful and a bit crazy, but it’s always entertaining and you get the best stories to tell

[calypsoff]

Fifty Seven. Part 2

Looking over at Chris, he keeps falling asleep in the SUV. Meanwhile I slept and he didn’t, I wonder if he got any type of sleep actually come to think of it but him sleeping in the SUV he must be exhausted. Opening my bag and grabbing my phone, I’m sorry but he looks too cute asleep with his phone in hand, he is hanging bad. Aiming my phone camera and taking a picture, he is going to have one nasty neck pain when he wakes up. Tapping on IG and tapping on IG story, adding the picture and captioning ‘He still makes every appointment for me and FYI! He calls me a mouth breather lol. Love you @fuckyopictures’ pressing send on the post, I want to wake him and tell him about his neck, but I will leave it, let me call Jay Brown while I’m here and tell him I will do the Grammys, I don’t feel like shit anymore and I am ready to do that. I am ready to perform before I give birth, placing my phone against my ear as it rang out. Watch his ass not pick up, he always busy doing something “Rihanna” he answered “oh, very formal. In a meeting I am guessing?” He must be, I know that voice “you know me, but I had to answer. Everything ok? You’re important to me” he is so caring “I accept, me and Chris discussed, and he says make the Grammys about you, keep this a secret and then walk the carpet” I want him to know that Chris was involved “I like your husband, he is a clever man. I will tell them; this is going to be great. I will contact you soon I have to go. Bye” he disconnected the call, well he’s happy anyways. But I am excited about this, I think Chris is right. But I hope my face doesn’t look fat, oh my god I hope my face doesn’t come out because I will cancel that shit with quickness. I need to tell Tina actually, get the team together for the performance.

My driver opened my car door for me “thank you, I am going around to wake him” I added before he rushes over and opens the door for Chris, he is still asleep and I had to sit in silence because of him. Dragging open the car door “Chris, hey” tilting my head to see his face, god he is knocked out asleep “Christopher” patting his thigh, his head shot up and eyes wide open “hey” I laughed “we’re home, come out” walking off, he will eventually come out of the car. Making my way to the house, I am generally getting used to living here. At first I was a little not really liking it but I am getting there, it’s nice and smaller then what I would have gotten but I do like the stairs going up. I will need to childproof the whole house soon though, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Looking behind me and Chris hasn’t made his way out so I will leave it open for him, looking behind me once again “is he coming?” It’s making me doubt myself, the driver was going to go back around but I heard the door shut. Let me wait for my sleepy head to come, my smile grew seeing him dragging his feet. I am very much in love with him, the same way I saw him the first time, I do think to myself did I like him first day and if I am being honest with myself I was more scared he would be mean to me but I did fall for him “I love you Chris, I really do” Chris lazily put his arm around me “I know you do” he said huskily “you have really opened my heart in ways that I didn’t think could happen, I just want to thank you for loving me in every way” Chris chuckled “you’re being very loving now huh, what you want?” He questioned “dick” and I’m being deadass “that can be arranged, what you doing now” I’m sure Barry is here somewhere “office” nodding my head “can I come? I just want to be there for you, I want to know your business, if you don’t mind?” I want to be involved “but what if I’m not doing it right, you’re going to judge me” he is right “but then you learn, it’s ok” he needs to learn.

Chris keeps on looking over at me and then laughing, not sure why but he’s feeling like I am judging him but I’m not at all “how do you like, let me ask this. How do you take care of your family without giving them a job to help you? Like you and your family are good, no jealousy or upset but they live good, if you understand what I mean” why is Chris looking at me like he shy “what is it?” He’s stupid “no just looking but tell me” I chuckled “I don’t hire family, I treat them. When I go to Barbados I buy them gifts, I never have my family struggle at all. If they were I would want to know how to help, I learned giving money is a no. It doesn’t help, they do live good, and I do bring them on holiday and things but hiring family gets messy, even friends. I rather hire a person I don’t know then family. Worst mistake same goes for friends. I do spoil them, if they have a venture then I will help them with it and they know it. This is why I asked and said if they have a venture help them but hand on heart, after I heard they fucked your supplier up I wouldn’t give them shit, so why did you leave them in Vegas? For what? To have fun” Chris’ eyes widened “erm no” the erm speaks volumes “erm yes, don’t stick up for people like that Chris; they are playing with your money, so when something fucked up happens it will be Chris Brown’ friends messed up, never them. Your name and then mine, you need to be lethal, they will learn. The hardest part for you is maybe letting go and it is for me with my dad so I understand but now I am a wife and mother to be, I know where my loyalty lies and if my child or husband comes in harm’s way by my dad then I will cut him off, he can hurt me but not my family and trust me Chris I am waiting for that moment, I had to become this way or I would be taken advantage of and broke I guess” I didn’t want Chris to think I’m a hypocrite by saying that “I understand, so how would I do it. Telling them?” Good question “take them out for a meal, but Chris I have a feeling in my heart you’re covering up for them. They were in Vegas for nothing, and you left them there. I saw their posts, if I know they are using us as a pass into things, I won’t be happy. Nobody does that” Chris’ face went so small like I struck a nerve and I just know this game; I have lived through it and I don’t play at all.

Chris has been quiet ever since “so who is Deja?” I asked, he is answering her emails “she is working with my social media, since she started the page it has been super lit, there is three of them and they are answering service stuff, Neima and Cena are making a website which will be live soon” nodding my head “ok, that is fine. What to do with that, do a good launch. Freebies and stuff, entice people. I will promote it too; it’s your big day Chris so tell me when. I can you know be at your event, I mean not really but if you do a little IG live I can be on it, Chris it’s a big step. Be excited for it, so erm” I paused thinking “have you announced that website coming soon?” He nodded his head “ok, now post it on your personal page how excited you are. Just announce there is a surprise to come, I will figure something out for you. Let me just help you ok?” He was about to speak “but I am not with you to use your name” putting my hand up “stop, just let me help you and say there is a surprise, but I will think about what to do ok? Now discuss this with your team, your new team. I am going to find Mel, show her our baby, show her how active it is” getting up from the chair “you’re going to do good Chris; I just know it. I will help you” touching the top of his head before I walked off, he worries too much what people will thing when he shouldn’t “actually Chris, I have one. I will design a piece of clothing, limited edition” I winked at him, that just came to mind so quick there. That will help him a lot, they will eat that up, well my fans will anyways but then people will start buying and like his stuff because I do, he makes good stuff.

In no way shape or form am I being selfish with Robyn or declining what she wants to do for me but I wanted to kind of do it in my own but the more I realise, the more things are explained to me, the more hard this is to do on your own without the right backing which I have, with Robyn. I have Drake to fall on too also, I will contact him actually to help but I just need to get over this Barry and TJ shit “you’re here” Barry made his way into my office, looking up from my lap “you seem really down for a nigga that just saw his baby throwing up gang signs” I snorted laughing “gang signs, nigga” dapping him “I just saw the scan photos, cute bro. Baby is really claiming westside already” watching him sit down “thank you, I am excited for when the baby is here, just tired. If I am a little quiet” Barry looked around the office “you spending time with Mel then?” I mean what else if he here for “yeah, lay the pipe and leave” he laughed “that was your saying, don’t give me that look. She likes a chunky nigga with a big dick, what can I say” shaking my head “if you’re speaking like that then close the office door, what did you do in Vegas when I went?” I asked but I know what happened of course, I am not stupid “we were at your plot and we just were vibing, girls were just passing their numbers. We just living, you know what happened” Barry pointed at me “how many?” Barry cackled “yo, the girls were good” I sighed out “bro, leave Mel alone please. Just leave her, I don’t think you should be doing this to her. She is a good woman” Barry pulled a face at me “right I see you have your life in order, you’re married and everything. Just stay out of single folk business bro, come on” kissing my teeth “it is my business Barry, Mel is practically a sister to Robyn and if she finds out Robyn will know that I know! She fucking will, I am asking you as my friend to leave her alone” Barry knows I mean it now “just like that huh? We had sex and she’s a bad bitch you know these caribbean women love sex, you don’t know her sexually Chris, she sucked me off on the first time you know chicks like that stick, she is ok with it” he is a liar “bro I am telling you now, it ends here. You nicely say to her that I am not ready to settle, that is Robyn’ sister and I know this will upset her, and I thought you wouldn’t just be a dickhead about it, you got to stop and stop talking like that you dickhead! You know my wife’ background so shut the fuck up” Barry looks annoyed with me.

I need to speak up about it, I won’t say it to them, but he needs to stop this thing “right, so you’re upset about something that has nothing to do with you, why can’t you just keep your nose out of it right. I am having fun, she is too” he is funny “so she knows you’re having sex with other women? So I can just go up to her and tell and she will know?” he knows damn well that Mel doesn’t know shit “Chris, look. You are my brother, just let me have fun” punching the desk “Barry! You fucking listen to me, you drop it. She is a decent girl and doesn’t deserve this ego you have got right now; in her delusional mind she thinks you’re a good man! Not knowing you’re telling me she is a easy fuck! Fucking leave her or we going to have problems!” I shouted at him because I lost my temper, is he being fucking real right now with everything he is saying, playing girls like that “is everything ok here?” Mel and Robyn walked in “yeah, just having boys talk, right Barry?” he is angry, I know my friend “yes” sitting back in my seat “what are you both doing here?” I questioned “just Mel is going out with Barry now and I just come here to see your face” rolling my eyes playfully “miss me that much, my mom loved the photos. She is emotional about it, good looking out telling me to send them” my mother is so overjoyed, thanks to Robyn telling me to send them to her.

I was going to go for a nap, but Robyn sent me a text message saying come upstairs, that her back hurting so I guess I better make my way upstairs and help my baby to sleep. Walking up the steps while looking out of the window, my back yard is so damn beautiful. I really love it here, it’s so peaceful. Clearing my throat as I made my way to the bedroom, I think we need to start fixing the bedroom next door to ours for our baby. A smile grew on my face, just pure excitement hit me because I am about to be a whole daddy, I already love the baby “I am here” opening the bedroom door “you good?” closing the door behind me “oh you stood up now? You just text me that your back hurt and here I am, we can nap together” squinting my eyes “wait, you didn’t have makeup on before?” I pointed “I like how you notice poppa, I got dressed up for you. But” she dragged out undoing her robe, raising an eyebrow as Robyn took off her robe exposing her naked bottom, my breathing hitched “damn” I breathed out, she looks so beautiful naked “you look so good Robyn” it went straight to my dick, I felt it flinch already. Walking over to Robyn “your body is amazing Robyn, every part of it. You are really carrying our child, which makes you amazing” rubbing her bump with the back of my hand staring into her eyes, leaning down to Robyn and pressing a kiss to her lips and then moved away from her lips to cheek and down to her neck.

Our eyes met and held when I stepped forward and grabbed Robyn, pulling her body back to the edge of the bed. Licking my lips, I can’t help but touch her bump “you good with me touching your bump?” lightly touching “yes” Robyn placed her hand over mine “just makes me so happy to know how much you care” biting my bottom lip, moving my hand back and leaning down. The head of my erection pressed against the entrance of her sex and I am ready to be buried deep inside of her, it has been so long. I plan on slowly pushing myself all the way to the hilt and fill her completely. Spreading her legs wide and pushing them back into the air “you good?” I asked, I have too “yes, it’s ok Chris” I held on to her ankles and slid inside of her “damn!” Robyn spat, my groan was deep and long when she gripped my member and tighten around me. My hips barely moved forward; my rhythm is so slow. My eyes are locked on my dick sliding in and out of her. I enjoy watching myself disappear deep inside of her, it amazes me how stimulating such a thing as watching yourself stroke in and out of my wife could be. My eyes gazed up when I heard Robyn moan, her voice was caught in her throat, and all she could do was look up at me with begging eyes “faster” she wants me to go faster, to stroke a little deeper, to push a little harder. This agonizingly slow speed I was serving her was beginning to drive her mad clearly “I have to be nice” is Robyn crazy, we have to be good and not crazy about this.

I stared down at her face, loving each priceless expression she made. The ruffle between her eyebrows, the wrinkle of her nose, how tight her eyes were clenched shut, and what really turned me on, the way her tongue brushed across her bottom lip before pulling it back inside her mouth and biting down. It drove me wild, awaking the beast inside of me, but I had to contain myself. I fought the urge to flip her over and drive into her, something I really wanted to do, but I couldn't. I have my baby to think of now, I have to be good. Pulling out of her and thrust back inside of her and picked up my speed. Finding a natural rhythm, each stroke was filled with passion. Letting go of her ankles, I gripped her hips and piston into her. The bed rocked back and forth as Robyn gripped me and released, gripped me and release. My speed picked up more and my head fell back in ecstasy. It has been so long since sex “oh fuck!” I shouted; I know I will come early because it’s been too damn long since.

She came, I came. We both came hard. With a raspy grunt, we remained connected, our climax still slowly riding through us. I fell forward and placed my hands on either side of her, sucking down on her neck. My open mouth kisses moved across her ear "I love you" I started moving my hips again “my man always hard huh” I grinned “for you” nuzzling her nose, I am hard as hell for Robyn and always will, look how beautiful she looks under me “if I wasn’t already pregnant I would be” I didn’t even leave Robyn, I just can’t believe how hard I am still “you feel weird?” Robyn asked, placing her hand on my chest “a little, I would have flipped you over and fucked you so bad” kissing Robyn’ lips as I thrusted into her.

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Hitmen AU! | Head Canons | 19+ [Haikyuu!!]

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Here’s the second part to the head canons for Karasuno~~~ Once the main head canons and ideas for all of Karasuno are out I’ll start dropping more random little one-shots hehe

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N̷i̷s̷h̷i̷n̷o̷y̷a̷ ̷Y̷u̷

Where to even begin with this boi 

He’s definitely one of the more chaotic members of the group that’s for sure

Always testing out new skills and tricks he’s learned from those around him 

and god forbid the internet 

There have been one too many times where one of his veteran members or even the rookies walk in on him doing something rather peculiar which has him more or less flustered and embarrassed

Out of all of the members, he’s one of the most rambunctious 

Always happily chatting away on any topic without a care in the world

Usually ends up in mock spars with Tanaka with Ennoshita reluctantly being the scorekeeper and 3rd man in just in case one of the two happens to go a little too far with getting a win

He seems to be the most normal at first, but when he began talking about various torture methods and the effectiveness of each with horrifying accuracy and knowledge says otherwise

He’s the inventor of the group, always testing his new discoveries in torture and information gathering 

is the “bad” cop when the victim they’ve captured hasn’t broken from Tsukkishima’s relentless psychological torture

“ALRIGHT~! IT’S FINALLY MY TURN~!” 

Giddy and impatient, the shortest member of Karasuno surged forward with surprising silence as his sepia eyes practically glowed with unhinged insanity.

The victim began sweating profusely as the taller of the pair merely sighed at his senior before backing off. The blond refused to get caught up in another one of his senior’s hi jinks.

“Oh? Focusing on something other than me? You’re quite brave! I like that! That means we’re gonna have a nice long conversation!” 

A wicked grin spread along the energetic male’s face as the victim finally noticed the oddly shaped object in his hand.

“Oh this? I wanted to try out this new peeler...” 

The shiver that ran down the victim’s spine was one long overdue as the sudden pressure he felt from the man before him came barreling down in waves. His previous giddy attitude now replaced by utter silence as his umber eyes bore deeply into his soul.

Appearance wise, Noya has by far, the most tattoos out of the other members. Each one gained after successfully learning a new skill

he may be the shortest in their group, but he is one of the strongest 

normally, his hair would be in it’s signature slicked up state, but with how often he’s training and testing new skills it’s usually stuck in a half gel half bed head state

With his s/o he’s overly energetic and practically smitten

it’s a running joke that before he met his s/o he and Tanaka would be at Kiyoko’s heels trying to woo her

of course that all came to an abrupt end when he met his s/o

Despite being a busy bee, Noya tries his best to make time for them whenever he’s not assigned on info gathering assignments

He usually likes to koala cling to them when they’re in the vicinity

and has tried on many occasions to convince them to just live with them at their establishment

R̴y̴u̴n̴o̴s̴u̴k̴e̴ ̴T̴a̴n̴a̴k̴a̴

Another one of the chaotic members of the group 

loves to be called senpai by the rookies (Noya loves being called senpai too sksk)

one of the main chasers of the group

is also the designated driver when on larger group missions because of his, well, chaotic driving

In a sense, he’s kind of the delivery boy? Lol 

He once tried to be a part of the interrogation team but it was concluded that Noya and Tanaka together ended with the victims dead sooner than anticipated

Is the chaser, a.k.a. any assignments that think they can run away with Tanaka on their tail has another thing coming

Despite being loud and chaotic, is sometimes forgotten as he is the last resort for when targets manage to escape

“Oh ho ho~! Finally something to do besides watching Hinata get his ass handed to him!” An small ‘Hey!’ coming from the background as the male stood at the entrance of their base. Motorcycle helmet in hand as a sinister and wicked grin graced his features.

“Any sorta restrictions boss?” A glance over his shoulder at the figure leaning against the staircase pillar. The figure in question merely gave him a blank stare as Tanaka couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“No traces. Gotcha. Since I don’t have any restrictions....I’ll be filing my report late~.” 

With that, the excited male made his way out and onto his bike. A quick rev of the engine and a wave to the rookies the Chaser set out to catch his prey.

Like Noya, Tanaka is a ripped boi and covered in not only battle scars but tattoos of his accomplishments against hard enemies

He has a shaved head, with some tattoos on his scalp 

Hinata thought it was the coolest shit ever and wanted one too but Sugawara stopped him from shaving his own head

Likes the delinquent school look so tries to stick as close to it as he can

With his s/o he’s surprisingly gentle

treats them like royalty and grovels at their feet 

He spends most of the day with them unless the rookies really fuck up sksksk

loves having his hand in their back pocket or hooked around one of their belt loops

C̷h̷i̷k̷a̷r̷a̷ ̷E̷n̷n̷o̷s̷h̷i̷t̷a̷

plz help this boi 

is the unspoken boss for the second batch of recruitments

has to deal with Tanaka’s and Noya’s bullshit constantly

He’s part of the defense team in not only the technical side, but physical side if need be

is a whizz with the cyber end when customers purchase their services

is the one who runs the assignments by Daichi first before assigning and handing them out to the members

the rookies rely on him heavily and the recruitment gang during his time dote and love to try and help or... annoy the hell out of him (read, Tanaka and Noya)

“So this is the assignment for the week. If we’re successful it’ll be $50,000.” Stern, yet soft spoken the male handed the younger a manila envelope.

“You’ve trained hard for this. So we expect little to no fuck ups----” He began before a loud and the beginnings of a headache began to form as the younger male began to slowly back away. Promising to fulfill the assignment with no issues before scurrying off as shouts began in the common room.

“DAMN NOYA YOU REALLY IMPROVED THAT FROM LAST TIME!” 

“DON’T UNDERESTIMATE MY SHEER WILLPOWER RYU!! HAHAHA!”

“TANAKA! NISHINOYA! WHAT THE HELL DID I SAY ABOUT TESTING IN THE FUCKING COMMON ROOMS?!” 

Is lean like Sugawara

and like the rest of the members of Karasuno, he has at least one tattoo on his body

soft fluffy bed hair 25/8 because baby deals with all the bullshit that is rookies and tananoya antics

has dark circles, not super intense but can be seen close up

is fairly normal with his s/o

though he doesn’t get to see them as often

anytime he gets with his s/o is coddle time

he pulls out all the romantic shit in one sitting or it’ll be all the sexy shit in one sitting it’s never really one or the other

loves to lay his head on s/o’s lap

H̴i̴s̴a̴s̴h̴i̴ ̴K̴i̴n̴o̴s̴h̴i̴t̴a̴

one of the few quiet members of their squad

was actually very reluctant on joining the team initially, but persevered through and stuck with them

is one of the other inventors 

is more of the practical one and keeps noya from doing anything too out of hand

doesn’t mean he doesn’t start shit on his own though sksksk

likes to spar with Ennoshita (since he won’t have to worry about a surprise rolling thunder a.k.a rolling and shooting a powerful taser from yours truly)

“Kinoshita-san!” Pausing his work, the male in questioned glanced to the lab entryway as he cocked his head to the side at the sight of the rambunctious deviant duo before him.

“...Yes?” He asked hesitantly, already feeling a gnawing feeling in his gut that whatever was about to be asked was going to end up with him in the following situations

Wreaking havoc and being scolded by Ennoshita

Wreaking havoc and being scolded by Daichi

Wreaking havoc and being scolded by both Ennoshita and Daichi 

None of which sounded appealing to him as he mentally prepared himself to reject whatever demands the pair wanted. Though of course that didn’t come to pass as the scream of, “ROLLINGU....THUND....AAAAARRRR!!!!!!” echoed throughout the base as a thud resounded and the base. At this point, it was to no one’s surprise that Ennoshita was already on his way to give Nishinoya an earful as the two demons blinked slowly before backing away.

“N-Never mind!” 

Ah yes, the power of being able to deter chaotic activities. Kinoshita wished he had that ability as he resumed his work.

Despite being the second shortest, no one really messes with Kinoshita

His build is in between Ennoshita and Nishinoya 

again, like the rest he has a couple of tattoos

usually has a pair of goggles sitting atop his head as he doesn’t really leave the laboratory 

he wants to redeem himself for attempting to leave initially

with his s/o he can seem emotionally distant

but that’s mainly because he’s either sleep-deprived or distracted

Loves to just lay in bed with s/o whenever he has a free day

 K̴a̴z̴u̴h̴i̴t̴o̴ ̴N̴a̴r̴i̴t̴a̴

The friendliest member 

The rookies felt comfortable to talk to him upon first meeting him and is a reliable rock when need be

does a lot of work in the behind the scenes such as shadowing targets and helping with any sort of basic chores at the base

he’s a scouter for new areas of establishment or even a quick interrogation area in a pinch 

sometimes gets mistaken for Tanaka but doesn’t really mind

has the friendly carefree vibe that turns hella terrifying when it needs to be

“Narita, can you find us a place to interrogate these shit stains?” Looking up from his place by the car, the male in question nodded as he took a brief once over the entire area. Considering the situation and the amount of victims they had, it would be wise for a wide spaced area with a place to easily dispose of the bodies along with coming up with a reasonable excuse in case someone came along to ask questions.

“...hm...” Softly humming, he walked over to the desolate area, skimming it briefly before taking note of the cloaked figure. Raising a brow, he moved towards the figure to find that it was the last of the target’s help. Lightly laughing he couldn’t help but smile.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare ya there but...you’re really not good at hide and seek are you?”

The friendly smile on his face twisting to that of horror as the male beckoned his teammates over after giving the all clear.

Like Tanaka, Narita has a shaved head but chooses not to have any tattoos on his scalp

instead, his tattoos range from his arms and back to his torso

he’s lean, similarly built to Tanaka if not only slightly smaller

is immensely loving to his s/o 

if he can he would try to be with them as much as he can to ensure his own humanity hasn’t gone away

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Wanderlust Chapter Three:

Wanderlust Chapter Three

The Salvatore Boarding House was massive. It had an old family money vibe that made Klaus scowl. It was obnoxiously large and scaled across an impressive amount of land. It looked as though it was built in a Tudor style and would fit more in the English countryside than in the middle of Virginia. It was built almost on a curve and had a large roundabout driveway; with a patch of greenery in the center. It was nestled back into the trees and had a long private drive that took Marcel and Klaus at least five minutes to drive up.

Whichever of the Salvatore ancestors wanted to build this home clearly wanted to flaunt their wealth. The closer they approached; Klaus could make out a few stained-glass windows, impressive lawn decor and a garden that Klaus would bet neither of the Salvatore brothers actually cared for. The house was constructed with dusty red bricks, wooden beams and off-white plaster that had intricate wooden designs that were meant for nothing more than to give the home a superior feel. The home itself screamed wealth and privilege.

It wasn’t that wealth or privilege made Klaus uncomfortable, given his own background, it was just he understood perfectly what went on behind closed doors. He knew how superiority always came with those who accumulated a large amount of wealth and the destruction that caused. Men who were born into a life where everything was handed to them, they assumed they owned everything; even people. Homes like the Salvatore Boarding house always reminded Klaus of his father; and that was a memory he craved to forget.

Marcel gave a humorless laugh as the house came into view. Klaus smirked at his partner, understanding the sentiment. Marcel came from nothing; raised in extreme poverty by a mother who did not even name him until he was two years old. He worked for everything he had from the ground up. He received full ride to college simply because he pushed himself in his teenage years. Excelled at the FBI academy and let nothing stand in his way. It was something Klaus admired about him; hard work and loyalty.

“Let me guess, the house makes you feel right at home?” Marcel ribbed him, causing Klaus to roll his grey-blue eyes at him. The second Marcel learned that Klaus had a trust fund stowed away doing nothing but collecting interest, Marcel could not help but tease him. Never once did his partner ask why Klaus never touched it or why he didn’t just turn it over to his siblings. “Did the manor your parents owned rival this one?”

“No.” Klaus turned and smirked at Marcel. “It was bigger.” That caused Marcel to laugh and clap his hands in applause. It was a running joke between them; ribbing on their difference in circumstances. To outsiders, it was cold and harsh but the two had a comfortable understanding with one another that they rarely felt insulted by the remarks. “Well, let’s get this over with.”

The two agents stepped out of the black SUV and walked towards the front door. It was an intimidating door with an obnoxious door knocker; clearly only there for show. Marcel just pointed at it with a slight laugh and Klaus could do nothing but roll his eyes again. He reached out and ran the doorbell that was on the side of the house; he could tell that Marcel was tempted to use the knocker for nothing more than pure amusement.

It took several minutes but when the door opened, it was most definitely not Damon. Elena opened the door and her eyes widened at the sight of both Klaus and Marcel; her eyes doing a double take when she landed on Klaus. From the records that Klaus pulled, as far as they knew, Damon lived alone in this massive house but in the back of his mind, he remembered Caroline mentioning that Elena was engaged to be married to Damon’s brother.

“Elena, who is at the door?” A man who did not match the driver’s license photo they pulled of Damon asked. He was medium height, shorter than Klaus, and had light brown hair. He was clean shaven and wore a simple pair of jeans and a light blue cotton shirt. He came up behind Elena and held out his hand. “Stefan Salvatore.”

“Special Agent Marcel Gerard.” Marcel replied grasping Stefan’s hand. “And this is my partner, Special Agent Klaus Mikaelson. We were hoping to speak to Damon.” Neither Stefan nor Elena looked surprised that they wished to speak with Damon. A looked passed between the engaged couple but they nodded. Elena stepped aside and allowed them to enter.

The interior of the house was everything Klaus expected it to be. Large, grand and outdated. It had high ceilings with wooden beams across the top. Old tapestries hung on the walls and carpets that reminded Klaus of medieval times rested on the hard wood flooring. A large fireplace stood on the far wall and a chandelier that held candles instead of real lights hung from the ceiling.

The home told Klaus that the Salvatores wanted to flaunt their wealth, but not actually live there.

“If you want to have a seat, I’ll go and grab Damon.” Stefan replied and Marcel gave him a gracious smile while Klaus strolled across the room; looking at everything he could fine. This was the typical roles they played when questioning a suspect together. Marcel played the charming gentleman while Klaus played the bad guy; the one who put the fear of god in their suspects.

“Can I get either of you something to drink?” Elena asked with a polite smile, but her gaze kept flickering between the two of them. She appeared uneasy as though she was hiding something, and it made Klaus suspicious of her. He already had a low opinion of her just on the little he knew about her but there was something more to her than what Klaus could see.

“No.” Klaus replied in a blunt and brisk tone; causing Marcel to turn his gaze towards him, but Klaus ignored him. “Have you spoken to Caroline today?”

“No. Not since yesterday.” Elena stated and a worried look appeared on her face. “Why? Is she okay?”

“As far as I know, she is fine. I just assumed you would have gone to see her, that is all.” Klaus replied but said no more when Stefan returned with Damon; who was a just as he pictured. He had jet black hair, ice blue eyes and dressed as though he wanted the world to know he was the bad guy; tight jeans, black shirt and if it wasn’t in the middle of summer, Klaus would assume a leather jacket would be slung over his shoulder. “Damon Salvatore, I presume?”

“The one and only.” There was a snark in his voice that Klaus found irritating. He just grinned at Damon, trying to push down his already horrible opinion of him. He knew that this was the man who had put Caroline in the hospital nearly a decade earlier and Klaus had this urge to avenge that wrong against her. He couldn’t; not without proof he was the one who committing these murders.

“We were hoping to speak to you about Andi Star.” Marcel asked politely, making it very clear that Stefan and Elena needed to leave the room. Stefan smiled politely and took Elena’s hand, pulling her somewhere else in the house. “We won’t take much of your time.”

Marcel pointed to Damon’s couch and Klaus could not help but notice how Damon’s smirk faltered ever so slightly at Marcel asking him to sit in his own home. However, Damon followed the directions and took a seat. Marcel sat across from him, but Klaus continued to survey the room, never directly looking at Damon. The goal was to unnerve him, making him distracted and hopefully make him slip up.

“From what we understand you were in a relationship with Ms. Star?” Marcel asked politely, flashing him that winning southern smile.

“Yes and no. Andi and I were…. complicated.” Damon replied but neither Klaus nor Marcel spoke. Klaus walked over to a painting that had to be older than all of them combined. Klaus had the urge to touch it, just to see if it would provoke a response but he refrained; it was too early in the questioning to use such tactics. It was unwise to riel him to immediately. Marcel held Damon’s gaze, clearly waiting for him to elaborate. “I lived here. She lived in Charleston. We never were serious when she first moved down there, roughly eight years ago? It was an on again, off again type of relationship. On when she was in town. Off when she wasn’t.”

“It ended at Christmas?” Marcel asked.

“Yes.” Damon agreed. “She wanted to take things to the next level. She wanted me to move to Charleston. My life is here.” Damon’s eyes continued to follow Klaus, who was still pacing around the room. “I own the Mystic Grill and a few other establishments. I can’t just close up shop and relocate. Andi wasn’t willing to move here. The only logical conclusion was to end things.”

“But you went to Charleston when she went missing? Only a few days later?” Marcel asked, and Damon refocused on the other agent. He seemed taken aback. “Our field office in South Carolina faxed over the case file about her disappearance. You drove six hours when she went missing. The police questioned you on her disappearance for two days.”

“Which I had nothing to do with.” Damon snapped. “They let me go and I helped the search party look for her.” Klaus gave a small smirk at his irritated tone, something Damon noticed but wasn’t foolish enough to comment on. “Look, just because we ended things does not mean I did not care for her. I did not have anything to do with her murder.”

“What about the restraining orders?” Klaus asked, speaking for the first time since they were introduced. He was standing directly behind Marcel, admiring an old vase that he was not really seeing. He picked it up slightly before placing it back down. “In the last four years she had filed no less than three restraining orders against you. She claimed that you liked to get rough with her during arguments.”

“She dropped those.” Damon replied undisturbed. He had been expecting this line of questioning, having been subjugated to them during the investigation into Andi’s disappearance. “We fought like cats and dogs, but I never hurt her. I was just as devastated to learn about her disappearance….and when they found her body.”

“What about Vicki Donovan?”

“What?”

“According to her brother, you and Ms. Donovan spent some time together.” Marcel clarified and Damon was taken aback. Klaus moved from his spot at the table and moved to look at the window, gazing into the vast backyard. It was manicured to the point that it had to have a groundskeeper; Klaus made a note to check on everyone Damon employed. “And according to her work history, she worked for you also.”

“I didn’t realize Matt knew that Vicki and I had been together.” Damon muttered. “Yes. Vicki and I had sex. It was only a few times but that ended just as quickly as it started. It was fun for both of us and nothing more. What can I say? I get around.” Damon’s tone sounded proud at the fact that he liked sleeping with multiple woman, including his employees.

“And is that why you fired her? Because she stopped sleeping with you?” Klaus asked from the window, not bothering to look at him or move away from it. However, the window was placed that Klaus could see Damon’s reflection in it. He could see how Damon narrowed his eyes just slightly enough to show is irritation at Klaus. Damon did not like Klaus and that pleased him.

“I fired her because she kept getting high on the job.”

“Was she getting high when you slept with her?”

“I don’t like what you’re insinuating.”

“And what is that Mr. Salvatore?” Klaus asked, turning from the window. When Damon did not reply, Klaus moved over to the sofa and sat down on its arm. He made himself comfortable and gazed at Damon for the first time; his glower piercing directly through the other man. “Tell me, do you like to get high? Perhaps on heroin, speed, maybe prescription medication? Say Dilaudid?”

“Not my poison.” Damon snapped. Gone was his smart smirk and cocky attitude. Klaus could tell that he was not going to tell them anything; but they knew that going in. The goal was to unnerve him enough to have him make a mistake. Learn what he was hiding. “I’m a bourbon man myself. I have no need to inject my veins to feel good.”

“And what about Caroline? Did you make her feel good when you put her in the hospital during your relationship?” Klaus asked, his gaze unflinching. Damon said nothing but glared at Klaus. “According to your arrest history and Caroline’s own words, you beat her to the point that she was hospitalized for several days. Tell me, what kind of man lays a hand on a woman? A weak one?”

“You know nothing about my relationship with Caroline. She was nothing more than a vapid little twit in her teenage years and those charges were bogus. If her mother was not the Sheriff, I wouldn’t have been charged with anything at all.”

“Where were you on June 5th? The night of her disappearance?” Marcel asked.

“Here.”

“With who?” Klaus chimed in; unflinching at the heated stare that Damon was throwing his way. Klaus had stared down monsters far eviler than the man before him. Klaus could break him in two if he desired; which he did, he just knew he couldn’t.

“I was alone.”

“How convenient. No woman in your bed to make you feel good?”

“Yeah, well it was a dry night.” Damon snapped back. “Look, I had nothing to do with Caroline’s kidnapping and despite our differences, I’m glad she is okay. I did not hurt her, and I most certainly did not kill Andi or Vicki, or those other women. I had nothing to do with this and I suggest that the next time you want to speak with me, I want to have my lawyer present.”

“Very well. Thank you for your time Mr. Salvatore.” Marcel replied, standing from the sofa but Damon paid him no mind; his eyes focusing directly on Klaus. Klaus did not move from his spot but returned Damon’s gaze; appearing unimpressed and almost bored. After a moment, Klaus gave a humorless chuckle and stood.

“Don’t leave town.” With that Klaus brushed past Damon and strolled toward the door. Marcel was only paces behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Stefan and Elena lingering near the stairwell. Both Marcel and Klaus knew that they would be listening, and he could see their uneasiness; their line of questioning having its effect.

“Dick.” Klaus paused at the sound of Damon’s voice. His teeth ground together, and his shoulders tensed. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and break the man. Caroline’s bruised body flashed before his eyes and he almost did spin around to face the man, however, he felt Marcel’s hand on his shoulder, ushering him forward and out the door. Walking out into the sunlight did nothing for Klaus’s temper; if anything, seeing the underserving wealth blatantly flaunted before him and knowing who it belonged to made Klaus furious.

“Agents! Wait.” They were by their SUV when they saw Stefan running after them. He appeared almost as frustrated as Klaus felt. “I apologize for my brother. Damon on his good days is impulsive. Andi’s death really rattled him but there is no way he was involved with it, or any of this.”

“And what of his violent history? Andi filed three restraining orders against him, claiming abuse and he put Caroline in the hospital during their relationship?” Marcel told him gently. Stefan closed his eyes and shook his head. Both of the agents could tell that Stefan had a long history of having to clean up after his older brother.

“I did not know that Andi filed anything against Damon. He has gotten help. Therapy on and off for years to deal with what happened with Caroline.” Stefan stated and Klaus believed him. “At the time that they were together, all of us, Elena, Bonnie and myself tried to get her out of it the moment we knew something was off about it. She didn’t listen.”

“So, it was her fault?” Klaus hissed out through clenched teeth.

“What? No. Of course not but we tried everything we could at the time.”

“Not enough clearly.” Klaus replied and Marcel sent him a sharp look. It wasn’t a warning, but his partner was clearly telling him to back down. Klaus pushed his lips together in frustration and tried to get control over his temper. He understood that his questioning of Stefan about Caroline was unfair. He understood how domestic violence worked and if a victim did not want to leave, it was difficult getting her to do so.

“Where were you on June 5th?”

“I had a conference out of town. Chicago. I come home on June 7th.” Stefan replied calmly and Marcel nodded. He pulled out his phone and typed a note into it. Klaus could feel his temper slowly calming down. He glanced back at the house and could see both Damon and Elena standing in the window, whispering to one another. Klaus got the feeling that Elena was not as close of a friend that Caroline painted her to be.

“We will be checking on that.” Marcel muttered and Stefan nodded. Marcel headed towards the driver side of the SUV. Klaus gazed through the window for a few more seconds before getting into the passenger side of the car. Once seated and the door shut, Marcel turned to look at him. “What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“That! Interrogating Stefan about not doing enough to get Caroline out of a situation ten years ago?” Marcel muttered. Klaus didn’t say a word but pursed his lips in irritation. “Look, I get it. Domestic violence is a touchy subject for you given your history and I get that Damon seems to be a right prick, but you can’t blame his brother for something he had no control over. If Caroline did not want to leave, then there was nothing anyone could have done.”

“I know.” Klaus agreed. Marcel nodded and started the car, driving down the long drive. Klaus continued to think on the Salvatore brothers and how they were completely different, and alike in some ways. “I just lost my temper. Damon pushed all the right buttons.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think you pushed his right back.” Marcel stated and that did please Klaus. If Damon felt pressure from the two of them, then perhaps he would make a mistake or reveal something if he is the killer. If he isn’t, then Klaus can at least enjoy that he pissed him off.

The remainder of the drive remained silent back to the station remained silent. The two agents lost in their own thoughts; going over the facts of the case and what theory’s they each were presenting. As Klaus sat at the small round table with coffee in his hand, he couldn’t help but feel as though something obvious was missing. A question staring him right in the face.

“You know, it still amazes me that an uptight British man like yourself prefers coffee over tea.” Marcel replied, teasing him; trying to ease the sour mood he had been in at the Salvatore house. Marcel could tell that he had a growing respect for Caroline and that her experiences touched a part of his past that he hated to discuss; so, Marcel left it alone.

“My brother Elijah shudders at that very notion.” Klaus replied, causing Marcel to laugh. Marcel had met most of Klaus’s family over the years, with the exception of his eldest brother Finn and his wife. Elijah was the definition of a fussy British man. Always dressed to the nines and never had a hair out of place.

“You know, there are times that I wished I had siblings and then I remember yours and it makes me very thankful to be an only child.” Marcel’s voice was light, and Klaus just rolled his eyes; but could not disagree. There were times he wished he was an only child. Especially now that his younger siblings had a tendency to show up at his flat unannounced. “What are you thinking about?”

“Damon Salvatore.” Klaus replied, taking a sip of his coffee. He hated where his train of thought was going but then, he typically did not like how his mind worked while he was on a case. “He is hiding something. I’m not sure what but it is something big. I’m just not sure if it has anything to do with these murders.”

“You don’t think he did it?”

“No.” Klaus said in a low tone. “He is most certainly an asshole and I have no question that he abused Andi when they were together. I believe him when he said that his relationship with Vicki was nothing more than sex. He was her employer and she had a drug problem. She probably thought sleeping with him would let her keep her job and support her habit.” Klaus ran his hands over his face. “Not only that but you got a good look at his arms. Track marks? Of any sign that he used a needle routinely?”

“No scars that indicate that. Although, he could inject between his toes but that’s really only seen in experienced drug users. If that was the case, he probably still would have scars on his arms.” Marcel leaned back in his chair and Klaus could not help but agree with him. “You know, there is something bothering me. How the hell is he getting the drugs? Dilaudid? That is not some common street drug. It’s a schedule two drug and if someone was getting large quantities of it, there would be a record of it somewhere.”

“It’s not just Dilaudid though. It’s the fact that he has it in liquid form. If he was giving them pills, I would believe that he was getting it from someone off the street. However, liquid form is more potent and far more difficult to come by outside of a hospital.” Klaus said as he reached over and picked up Caroline’s hospital records again. “Maybe a medical professional? Someone with access?”

“Possibly.” Marcel’s head tiled back and forth for a second, thoughts rolling through his head. “However, if it was a medical professional and they were taking from the hospital, it would have been noticed. Doesn’t Vincent have a friend at the DEA who might be able to see if Dilaudid has gone missing in the area or if large quantities have been ordered?”

“Davina Claire and I wouldn’t see why not. If it is for a case, Vincent wouldn’t have a problem asking her.” Klaus replied, thinking on Vincent Griffith; the supervisory agent who oversaw the entirety of their department. “Why don’t you call him? He likes you better than me.”

“Everyone likes me better than you.” Marcel joked and Klaus just rolled his eyes, not looking up from Caroline’s records. It was not secret that Vincent and Klaus butted heads and if Klaus was not good at his job, Vincent probably would have had transferred a long time ago. Klaus’s brows pinched together in confusion and flipped through the file Dr. Fell had provided them. “Sure. I’ll give him a call. What is it?”

“Read this.” Klaus handed over Caroline’s medical records. “Right there.”

“And?”

“See right there, Dr. Fell notes that the track marks on Caroline’s arm were poorly done. He missed the vein several times, which caused the bruising on her arm. It looks as though he blew a few veins in her arms. If we look back on the autopsies of the other bodies, I think we would find the same type of marks. If he was a medical professional, the injection would have been clean.”

“So not a medical professional then?” Marcel asked lightly, shaking his head. “then that makes the question on how he got the drugs in the first place even more curious.” He stood from his chair and chugged the remainder of his coffee. “Let me call Griffiths and see if he can work his magic and can get anything from the DEA. You know how they just love sharing information.”

“Bureaucratic bullshit is what it is.” Klaus snorted and Marcel just nodded his head. While Marcel left the conference room to make his call, Klaus rubbed his eyes and leaned back in the uncomfortable chair. Between the case and the uncomfortable bed at the cheap motel they were staying at, sleep was not a friend to Klaus. Although, sleep was not something he had much experience in for the last few years. Memories of every victim he couldn’t save haunted him.

He looked down at his own coffee mug and noting that it was empty. It was awful coffee, but it was better than nothing at all. Scowling, he stood from his chair and walked through the station. He passed the sheriff’s office and noticed that Liz was at her desk, flipping through files. She was back in uniform, looked more rested and made a mental note to send some food over to her when they ordered from the Grill later; seeing that the Grill was the only decent place to order take out from.

He refilled his mug in the kitchenette and as be passed through the station again, cursing the distance between the coffee maker and the conference room, he glanced into Liz’s office again. He stopped, staring through the large windows and saw Elena Gilbert sitting across from Liz; who was wearing a very displeased look on her face. Liz’s eyes flickered towards the window and did a double take when she noticed Klaus standing there. She waved her hand, motioning for him to come in. Following directions, Klaus moved to the door and stepped inside.

“I want to talk to you, not him.” Elena hissed when she saw Klaus stepping into the office. Klaus shut the door behind him, leaving it slightly ajar before taking a seat beside Elena; leaving his back to the office door. “I have nothing to say to him.”

“He is running this investigation Elena. If you do not tell him what you told me, I will tell him, but it will go a lot better for you if you just tell him. It will prevent him from wasting time on someone who is not the killer.” Liz closed her eyes and rested her forehead in her hands as though she was fighting an intense migraine. Elena pursed her lips disapprovingly before turning to Klaus.

“Damon didn’t kill those girls.” Elena replied and Klaus just cocked an eyebrow at her. When she didn’t say anything, he waved his hand; indicating that she should continue. “Stefan was in Chicago the night that Caroline was taken.” She swallowed and closed her eyes. “When Stefan goes out of town, I’m usually with Damon.”

“When you say ‘with’ Damon, what exactly do you mean?” Klaus asked. In truth, he knew exactly what she meant but he needed her to say it. There could be no mistaking what her when it came from clearing a suspect. Klaus knew that Damon was hiding something and the goal of his needling him was to figure out what it was. He just did not realize it would have that effect on Elena.

“I’ve been sleeping with him, okay?”

“You’ve been sleeping with your fiancé’s brother?” Klaus allowed the words to leave a nasty taste on his lips. Klaus did not think the opinion of Caroline’s friend could sink any lower, but he was proven wrong. “How long?”

“Since Thanksgiving. It’s why he officially ended things with Andi at Christmas.” Elena paused, before speaking. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted to call the wedding off or not. I love Stefan but being with Damon makes me feel free. I never intended to sleep with Damon but when I -shit Caroline!”

Klaus whipped around and saw both Caroline and Bonnie standing just outside the door. The look on Bonnie’s face told them all that they heard every word. However, Klaus’s scrutiny switched from Bonnie to Caroline in an instant. She looked pale, frail but incredibly strong all at the same time. The heartbroken look that was written all over her features told Klaus everything he had to know. Her words about Damon’s abuse to her being ancient history was nothing more than a shield.

“What the fuck Elena?!” Bonnie hissed to her, crossing her arms; shaking her head. “You’re getting married in four months. To Stefan! What were you thinking?”

“Caroline-“

“Don’t. Elena. Just…don’t.” Her voice was hardly above a whisper. She turned quickly and walked as fast as she could through the station; Klaus being able to see that her feet were still healing. Liz stood up quickly to chase after her, but Klaus shook his head.

“I’ll go after her.” Klaus pointed toward Bonnie and Elena, the former looking as though she was about to lay into Elena. In truth, Klaus thought she deserved it but was in no mood to witness it first-hand. Perhaps it was selfish, but he just needed to see if Caroline was okay.

“There is a picnic table under a large oak tree in the back. She probably went there.” Liz replied and Klaus nodded. He left her office quickly, just in time to hear Bonnie’s voice echoing throughout the station. If the deputies didn’t know about Damon and Elena’s affair, they certainly did now. By morning the entire town would be aware, including Stefan.

He found her easily, for there was only one large oak tree behind the police station. Caroline was sitting with her back to the table. Her arms where crossed but due to her light pink tank-top, Klaus could see the bruises running up and down her arm. Her left hand was in a white plaster cast. The closer he approached, he could see that her eyes were red and that she had tears running down her cheeks.

Klaus sat down quickly beside her and did not say a word. He just held out his hand, linking their fingers together and Caroline’s tears fell faster. Klaus just let her cry; never once letting go of her hand. Caroline’s grip felt as though she was hanging onto him as though he was her lifeline; terrified that if she let go, even for a second, what sanity she had left would come crashing down around her.

“I’m sorry.” Caroline whispered. “I shouldn’t let this get to me.”

“After learning what you just did and everything you’ve been through, if you were not out here crying, I would have to assume you were a sociopath.” That caused Caroline to give a humorless chuckle. She brought her cast up to her cheek in order to wipe some of the tears away. Seeing her movement, Klaus leaned forward and wiped her tears away with his thumb. It was perhaps not the most professional move on his part, but he could not help himself. Their eyes locked with one another and the small smile she gave him was probably the most genuine one he has seen from her.

“I take it you were looking into Damon.” Caroline replied and Klaus nodded. “Makes sense. What with all the questions you were asking yesterday. That and he was in a relationship with Andi and he is my ex, I suppose it would be completely logical assumption. However, seeing that Elena apparently was with him that night, he has an alibi.”

“Yes.” Klaus nodded. “Marcel, my partner, and I were looking into Damon based on his connections with you, Andi and Vicki as well as the fact that he has a violent past. I suppose if Elena is willing to admit that they have been having an affair, then it is safe to say that he was not the man who kidnapped you.” Caroline closed her eyes and Klaus wanted nothing more than to see her smile again. “Perhaps it is not the most appropriate thing to say but at least you won’t have to see him at Elena’s wedding because at this point, I don’t think there will be one.”

“No.” Caroline replied, laughing. She knew it was not funny, especially since Stefan was going to be heartbroken but it was what she needed to hear at that moment. “I don’t think there will be either.” She shook her head in disbelief. “You know, I called Elena that night. I wanted to see if she wanted to grab dinner or something because I figured she would just be moping around their apartment with Stefan gone. I guess I know why she never answered. Poor Stefan.”

“Is there not some, girl code or something about dating one’s ex?” Caroling turned and looked at him with disbelieving eyes. Her curiosity and the sparkle in her eyes were exactly what he wanted to achieve. He smiled widely at her. “My sister Rebekah has said something akin to that in the past.”

“You have a sister?” Caroline asked and Klaus nodded. She was imagining what a female version of Klaus would look like. Did she have the same sandy blonde hair and blue eyes? Did she have his dimples? Caroline shook her head; knowing that now was not the time to be ogling to the agent who has been nothing but kind to her. “Is it wrong that I wanted it to be him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Damon was the easy suspect. I don’t think anyone, outside of Elena and Stefan, would be surprised if he was the one doing all these awful things.” She paused before pushing on. “I’m tired. I just want this to be done. I want this bastard to be caught so I can look him in the eye and let him know that he didn’t break me. I want this to be over so I can begin healing. I don’t think I can do that if he is still out there. But I have to try.”

“You are unbelievable.” Caroline began to look offended and Klaus could sense that he was three seconds from being told off. “I meant that as a compliment, love.” She narrowed her eyes playfully and bit her bottom lip; sending Klaus’s mind to places it should not go. “What I mean is that two days ago, you clawed your way out of some cell, harming yourself in order to do so. Today you found out your friend has been sleeping with a man who used to beat you. Most people would be in the hospital, curled up in the fetal position but here you are. Sitting on a bench, holding a real conversation. You have no idea how strong you are.” The smile on Caroline’s lips was enough to make Klaus’s heart stutter; until a thought occurred to him. “Wait. Why are you not in a hospital right now?”

“Well…..you see…” Caroline bit her bottom lip and looked at Klaus worriedly. Her eyes blue eyes were down casted; as though she knew she was about to be in trouble for something. “I might have checked myself out.”

“You checked yourself out?!” Klaus all but yelled; not in anger but in complete disbelief. “I take it back. You are a sociopath.”

“Hey! Be nice to me! I’m vulnerable!” Caroline cried but there was a hint of laughter in her voice. Klaus stood up, unlinking their hands for the first time; both forgetting that they were holding them together in the first place, and crossed his arms. “Wait! Where are you going?”

“We are going back to the hospital.” He held out his hand, but Caroline refused to take it.

“No. No. Nope.” Caroline shook her head. “I cannot sit in that hospital bed anymore. I can’t just sit there and wait for news. I need to do something. I need to start getting back to my life. I already promised Dr. Fell that I would come in everyday for checkups and allow for home visits. I feel fine. I came here to tell my mom that I was going home and to see if she would mind staying with me tonight. I can’t go back to that hospital.”

“Caroline.” Klaus said, pinching the bridge of his nose. In that moment, he never considered how exhausting she could be. He saw Bonnie strolling across the lawn towards them. Once she reached them, Klaus turned to her. “Please convince your friend to go back to the hospital.”

“Oh, I’ve tried; from the second she called me to pick her up to the entire drive here.” Bonnie stated in a tired tone. She was irritated and from her ridged posture, Klaus could tell that her confrontation with Elena did not go over well. “I’m hoping she will reconsider but the more we push, the less likely she will actually do what is good for her.”

“I just want to go home Bonnie.”

“Fine.” Klaus stated, taking a deep breath. “But I am putting officers outside your house, twenty-four hours a day. If you hear the slightest noise, you call me immediately. I do not care if it is just a creak of a floorboard or the wind. You call me. At any time.”

“I don’t think that will be necessary tonight.” Bonnie prompted in a sweet voice. “Liz already said she is sleeping on your couch tonight since you’re being stubborn and I’m blowing up my air mattress. Slumber party.” Bonnie reached out her hand. “come on. I will even watch Gone with the Wind with you for the billionth time.”

“Thank you.” Caroline stood and leaned into Bonnie, giving her a hard hug. She looked over her friend’s shoulder and tossed Klaus a thankful smile. He nodded towards her and strolled across the lawn. He looked over his shoulder and saw the two women slowly making their way towards what he assumed was Bonnie’s car. He made a mental note to ask Liz to station officers outside Caroline’s home; if she did not already.

The moment Klaus reached the police station door, Elena by passed him; not even sparing him a glance. By her posture, Klaus could tell that she was very angry. Her face was flushed, and her eyes red. Klaus found it very difficult to feel sorry for her. He knew she never intended Caroline to be hurt, but now her actions were not only going to cause her to lose the trust and relationship with Stefan but she would have a lot of ground to try and regained with not just Caroline, but it looked like with Bonnie as well.

“Ms. Gilbert.” Klaus called to her and Elena paused. Her stance was rigid, but she did not turn around to look at him. She knew that she could not simply ignore him, but she did not want to look at him either. “Was it worth it?”

Elena did not answer him.

[cherryfi]

Blame it on the Bokbunja: Epilogue

Plot: You and San finally have enough evidence to take Jinyoung down but, the outcome is not what you expected and to add insult to injury it’s made clear that San doesn’t trust you.

Part 1 

A/N: I’m really not sure how I feel about this ending lol, I’m a little disappointed but, enjoy!! Let me know what you think! 

REQUEST ARE OPEN!!

You never thought you’d be back here.

Stepping out of the car, you give one last look to San in the driver’s seat, he gives you a half smile and you wave before closing the door.

“I’ll see you when you’re done.” You nod and walk up the steps to the building. To the place where you used to work. The air is still tense between you and San (well you and Ateez, actually) but, you were working on it.

Maybe this mission wold prove to them how dedicated to your new position you really were. Maybe it would show the other members how much you really cared for San.

From the outside, the corporation was like any other government building. It was non-descript.

It was a large red-bricked building, comprised of some 10 storeys, with the country’s flag deposited outside at full-mast. From the outside, it looked quiet but, you knew the inside was bustling with activity.

Especially since you’d gone AWOL.

Your breath catches in your throat as you take the final steps, wondering if it really is the best idea to follow through with this course of action. Once Jinyoung had you in his clutches, it was more than likely that you were dead.

You’ve been burned, after all so, your being here could only spell trouble.

And it does.

But surely, he wouldn’t have me killed on Corporation soil? He’s a lot of things but, rash isn’t one of them.

Jinyoung would never make a move without having all the cards in his hands, you knew that from years of debriefing with him.

You turn to look over your shoulder once more at San, who smiles at you, it’s clear he was watching you the whole time.

Maybe he’s waiting for you to make a run for it?

You take a deep breath and swagger into the building, trying to create an air of confidence, even though you feel terrified.  

 You stifle the smirk that wants to break out onto your face as the front of desk clerk looks at you in shock but, he quickly catches himself and buzzes you in.

“Mr Kim called and said to send you straight to his office. Please follow the guard, he’ll take you there.” You thank him for your day pass and follow security as they take you to the lift.

Jinyoung’s office was in the centre of the Corp’s building on the 7th floor but, needed security access to get to it, this trip was nothing new  but, this time you had power.

You’d always panicked when you were called into his office but, you’d still respected him. Respected him for his hard work  and morals. You’d been inspired by his ‘underdog’ story.

Kim Jinyoung had been the head of the Corporation for 15 years; he’s made his way up from the head of security position that he’d been granted upon his entry into the company. Jinyoung was a well decorated soldier, quickly rising to general’s rank and it was his hard work and ingenuity that made him the perfect candidate for the Corporation.

But more than that, you’d respected Jinyoung because he could have ended up like Choi Jisung, he knew Jisung but, avoided all attempts to join, instead choosing to remain on the straight and narrow.

Kim Jinyoung had grown up a street child, you knew little about his upbringing, other than the fact that he and San’s father had grown up in the same children’s home but where Jisung decided to create his own ‘army’, Jinyoung joined the national one instead.

He’d successfully avoided a life of crime and made a respectable name for himself, despite the hardships that came from growing up in a run-down boys’ home.

But his military service had been fraught with criminal activity. From drug smuggling to murder, he’d done it all and his position in the Corporation was bought with bribery and blackmail.

Jinyoung was no better than the people he claimed to hate, his hands were just as dirty and stained. He’d done things that were unforgivable – of course, you didn’t know this until San burst your bubble.

So here you were, about to burst his.

The security guard walked you into his office, bowing politely when he was dismissed before closing the door.

As confident as you’d been before, the door clicking shut, diminished it all, leaving you on edge but, you weren’t going to let Jinyoung know that.

You quietly took a seat across from his desk and tried to appear as nonchalant as possible; you looked around the room silently, waiting for him to make the first move.

Jinyoung’s office hadn’t changed since you’d last been there.

His office was made of cherry wood, the walls and panels facing inward towards the rest of the floor were lined with the stained wood, giving it a rustic and almost homely vibe. Floor to ceiling windows overlooked the city below, giving a beautiful view of bustling metropolitan centre. Behind you was a bookshelf complete with various books and files that he’d collected over the years and behind him, he’d hung his awards on the wall.

In contrast to the rustic room, his desk was glass and bare. It only had a potted plant: a winter cactus, and one photo of his family. You remembered this picture; it was from that he’d taken to Egypt with his wife and kids.

Would it ruin his wife to know what kind of man she’d married?

That wasn’t your problem, it was his for being so deplorable but, it didn’t stop you from thinking about she’d take it if she were ever to find out that her highly decorated, Army General husband was really a war criminal.

 “What brings you here Y/N? I thought you’d be somewhere in Aruba with your mouth firmly attached to San’s dick.” You raise your eyebrows at the harsh tone that he used.

Obviously, I’m not the only one who’s lost respect for the other.

You only smirk in response.

“Why would it have to be Aruba?” He gives a short, humourless laugh. You know why but, you want to goad him.

You want him to snap.

“Because I expected you to be on the run, as far away from here as possible. I expected that your boyfriend would have in hiding, we gave you a deadline and you didn’t follow through, you know what that means. Tell me Y/N, how does it feel to be so easily swayed from your job by a pretty smile? I always thought you were capable of running this place but, obviously didn’t have what it takes. ” You laugh heartily at that and he just blinks in response.

Him threatening your life was an unwise decision especially with all the dirt you had on him.

You were about to ruin this man’s entire career.

“I have no need to run, you and I both know that you can’t touch me. If you could, both San and I would be dead already. No, I’m not running. I actually just came to do you one last favour Jinyoung; let’s call it a parting gift from me to you huh?” You dip down into your bag and pull out the manila dossier, thick with evidence, from your bag and slam it down onto the table.

The picture of his family wobbles and topples over.

How fitting.

“And you’re right, I don’t have what it takes to run this place, if your track record is anything to go by.”

Jinyoung sits downs at his desk finally, opening the folder and leafing through the pictures.

He goes pale as a grin slowly takes over your face.

Gotcha.

“I suppose you’re wondering what this is huh? Now I know that you’ve always dreamed of being in politics and given the progression of your career it’s only right that you make it there but, and I’m sure you’ll agree, only honourable people deserve to be in politics. There are far too many rats running the country and it’s high time someone flushed them out.” He glances up at you, his hand on a photo of him snorting cocaine off a woman’s chest.

“What is this?”  His voice is deceptively calm but  it clear that he’s livid, he’s practically frothing at the mouth

Jinyoung is panicking.

“It’s a collection of memories Jinyoung, a little scrapbook of your memories. Can’t you tell? My favourite is the one where you’re accepting bribes from Lee Taeyong.”

“Get out! Get out of my office, right now!” You laugh as you stand up and smooth down your outfit.

“With pleasure, I’ll leave these here for you to think about, San has plenty more copies, if you need to take a closer look. I just find it so funny how you were more than happy to see so many operatives die trying to catch a man that you claimed was a menace to society, when really, you were just scared of the intel he had on you.” Jinyoung gapes and it only makes you angrier.

You think about all the pressure they put on you to succeed and how easy it would have been for San to kill you, all because Jinyoung couldn’t keep his nose clean.

“You’re no better than me. In fact, you’re no better than San’s father. You spent all that time saying that you wished he’d relied on you instead of turning to a life of crime but really, he would have ended up in the same position. You’re a monster and a murderer, you’re nothing like the hero that you portray yourself to be. I hope when you go to sleep at night that this haunts you.”

“These are doctored and you’re a fool for trusting someone like Choi San, he’ll take what he wants from you and when it’s all over, he’ll leave you dead in a ditch. You’ll be nothing more than a notch on his designer belt.” He spits the words venomously, the vein in his forehead throbbing but, it doesn’t matter because you can see the fear in his eyes.

You add salt to the wounds.

“It’s funny you should mention San. You see, I thought it was more than enough to just scare you with these images, maybe even get you off his back but, there’s something about trying to kill someone that makes them want to obliterate you. San sent these to a few of your ‘friends’. I didn’t know that you had a boss but, according to him there is someone you have to answer to and they’re not going to be happy when they see these pictures.” You shrug lightly, picking up your bag and heading to the door, you only stop when Jinyoung calls out to you.

It’s his feeble attempt to garner some support.

“What happened to you Y/N? Does he have you so hypnotised that you believe every word he’s said? I thought you were better than that. I had such high hopes for you. Hell, I even introduced you to my family; think about what this will do to them.”

“Everything San has said, he’s backed up with evidence and all you can do is try to manipulate me. You should have thought about what this would to your family when you were doing it, that’s not my problem.”

You release a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding as you slam the door. The journey back down to the lobby is quiet… and lonely.

It gives you time to ponder his words – Would San really get rid of you when you stopped being useful?

You can’t help the butterflies when you that he’s waiting for you outside, in the car, exactly in the same spot you left him.

“That was quicker than I thought it would be, did they give you any trouble?” You shrug as you put on your seatbelt.

“Not really. What could he really do anyway? The evidence is right there.” Sensing your slight discomfort, he only nods, reaching for your hand while he changes the subject.

“How about we go for dinner? There’s a new place that I want to try.”

  It’s not until the next morning that things take a turn.

You’re at home with San.

He’s in the dining room, with the other members as you’re sat in the kitchen.

You’ve been kept separate from all Ateez meetings.  

Even though you’d proven that you were trustworthy, the other members were still uncomfortable letting you be around their work, lest this was another ploy to take them down.

Although to be frank, San didn’t trust you either. He’d kept you under house arrest, under the watchful eyes of his staff, who rarely let you out of their sight. It was uncomfortable but, necessary.

If this was the only was to get San to trust you, then you’d do whatever it took.

You quietly sip your coffee when Wooyoung walks in, carrying a laptop, the other members follow in behind him.

“I need you to read this new story.” His face is stoic, not giving away any emotion and you look at San for confirmation.

“Read the article.” Although quiet, his voice carries command and you do at told. The title reads: “Head of Secret Service Agency Jinyoung Kim found dead in his office; investigation to follow.”

You gasp and look up the members, they’re watching you closely, gauging your reaction.

You read on.

‘The head of secret service agency ‘the Corporation’ Kim Jinyoung has been found dead by apparent suicide in his office.

Officers were called into the government building, this morning at 5:45am by office cleaners who found him sitting at his office desk, dead. The cleaner, who’s name has not been released, found Kim after they entered the office to enquire about taking out his garbage. When he had been unresponsive to their knocks, they opened the door and were greeted by the grizzly sight.

Officers have yet to release further details although it has been made clear that there is an ongoing investigation into what could have caused this sudden turn of events; for a man who had hopes of entering politics.

There is much speculation about how he died with one source stating, that it was a single bullet wound to the head. A suicide note was found but, its contents have yet to be released.

Speaking to reporters at Atiny news a source close to the family has said that his wife is devastated: “She never expected this to happen, he was in good spirits when he left for work yesterday morning, it didn’t seem like anything was wrong. She’s really in shock.”

You stop reading the article, shocked into silence.

“Why are you showing me this?” Wooyoung looks at you, his expression still unreadable.

“We thought you’d want to know.” Wooyoung smiles at you sadly.

San wraps his arms around you from behind, his head on your shoulder.

“How are you?” You sigh as he whispers in your ear.

“I’m shocked I guess. I didn’t pull the trigger but, I might as well have.” The others sit around the island as Hongjoong scoffs.

“The man’s a snake; don’t feel sorry for him. You think he’d care if you’d been killed? He would’ve just sent someone else in after you.” The others nod in agreement.

“I don’t but, I feel sorry for his wife and kids, they don’t deserve this, if it comes out that he was dirty, she won’t get his retirement fund and you know how people are; they’ll destroy her too.” You place your head in your hands as Jongho speaks up.

“He should’ve thought of that before he nailed his coffin. Think of all the people’s lives he’s ruined. His wife will be fine; she’s got a good support system around her.”

They all file out after that, leaving you alone with San, they’re faces showing clear signs that they didn’t like your response.

“They don’t trust me.”

“Can you blame them?” He doesn’t bat an eyelid, rebutting your statement with ease.

It leaves you floored.

San places his hand under your chin, making you look him in the eye.

“Y/N, I know you mean well, and the others do too but, it hasn’t been long enough for us to trust you with the intricacies of this job. Even you talking to your boss yesterday. You could have easily been a double spy. What would we do if you were only using us to give your boss more information or to buy yourself time? What would I do then? There’s a lot on the line.” Even though what he says is reasonable, you can’t help the surge of anger that rushes through you.

“What about me isn’t trustworthy San? I told you everything that I knew about the Corporation, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have been able to get to Jinyoung. There’s no way you could walk in there and not get arrested or killed!” You throw your hands up and push San’s hand away, ready to dramatically storm out of the kitchen.

You know the other members are nearby and can probably hear everything that you’re saying (they’ve gone right back to making sure you’re barely alone with San, even at home) but, you don’t care.

“Do you know how my father died?” His voice is hushed but urgent, his eyes showing a vulnerability that you never thought you’d see from such a staunch man.

He was pleading, without words, for you to understand.

“I read about it in your file.” San scoffs.

“Of course you did.” Your previous job was still a point of contention across all of Ateez, who couldn’t understand why San would still want you around.

It was a point of contention among the members, founding and otherwise: What would stop you from double-crossing them the same way you did your bosses.

San sighs.

“He was double-crossed by someone he trusted, and he’d known that man for years. For most of the time I’ve known you, you were plotting to kill me. That’s the reality of it. I love you but, I don’t trust you; not yet.” His face is solemn but, he isn’t budging.

You get it.

“I get it. If a man that your father considered a friend could betray after years of friendship, then what’s to say I won’t do the same? I understand that San, I do but, how am I supposed to prove that I’m trustworthy? Haven’t I shown you all that enough?” You hear a distant ‘yeah right’ and several noises of agreement, from the dining room but, you ignore it.

If San heard he makes no show of it, his face remaining unchanged.

“The short answer is no. Trust is hard-earned, and in this business? Even more so. It’s going to take time before I trust with more than just my house-key.” He leaves the kitchen after that, leaving no room for argument.

You can only mull over his words.

He was right.

If you hadn’t fallen for him, wouldn’t you have killed him?

How different were you really from the man who killed his father?

In the minds of Ateez, you were just as bad, if not worse and it would take time before they looked at you as anything other than the enemy.

It was clear that you were on their watch-list but, it didn’t matter, you would do whatever it took to get back in their good graces.

New mission: make Ateez trust you again.

[multific]

Your Love Story

Xavier Plympton x Reader

Warnings: Swearwords, this is considered to be an AU, because it follows the original storyline, but I modified the majority of it.

Summary: Your father is a businessman with connections and power, you were always considered to be a rich kid and a brat so you spent all your life trying to prove that you didn’t need your father’s connections to start your own life. And that is why you went to Camp Redwood.

 Your love story started at a bar where you worked, near the camp. You worked alongside two of your great friends, Nora and Tory. Nora and you met when she was drunk at a bar and a guy was trying to get her to go with him but you interfered and helped her, the two of you had been best friends since then.

When she told you about the restaurant/bar her father wanted to open near a camp, you knew that this will be your chance of finally proving to everyone that you didn’t need your father to help you out and that you were capable of living alone. He always wanted you to live in luxury and wealth, that was one of the reasons why he didn’t want you to leave, but at the same time, his hand reached out everywhere, so he knew, you’d be safe. When the bar opened, you were excited and happy, but it soon became evident to you that you did need the help of your dad. But you kept most of your dignity and only asked him when it was absolutely necessary. So, in the end, you did start your own life, but at the same time still received the help of your father. After two years of working at the bar, you just didn’t care about what others had to say and started to really enjoy your life. You bought yourself a caravan and you were living in it now, you got your car from your father for your birthday.

And as soon as the red sports car was in front of you, you accepted your fate as the rich kid and stopped fighting against it.

Obviously you used a fake last name, you didn’t want everyone to know who you really were, so your made-up name was Y/N Green. Not a very creative one, but everyone seemed to believe it, even Nora went along with your plan.

Tory was what you’d call a typical black girl. And you loved her, her attitude slowly started to stick to you and you began to change. You stopped taking shit from others and had a big mouth with a no fucks given attitude. Nora told you one time that it’s like a part of Tory was stuck to you while a part of you got stuck to her.

Each year you had a plan for summer and that summer you had two promises, one, you’ll have a great time no matter the consequences and two, no boys. Since your ex was an asshole and broke up with you over a simple fight, you didn’t need the drama. You wanted to sunbathe, get a nice tan. Give all the boys hard-ons and then walk away. That was your plan. A plan you wanted to execute, but as soon as you met with a certain blonde, it all went out the window. Margaret brought all the counselors over to introduce all three of you to them.

His name was Xavier Plympton. He was around your age, handsome, gorgeous eyes and great physique, but there were problems with him, of course.

First, Montana, his ex, she seemed to be around him all the time, and you even caught them kissing once, however when you asked Chet about them, he said that it was nothing in between them other anymore.

And second, he gave you major gay vibes. You saw him giving an aerobics class to the others and just the way he moved set your alarm off. But if he was gay, why would he flirt with Montana? Maybe he wanted to hide it?

Even so, you didn’t care. There was something about him that you liked so much, not just his appearance, his attitude, the way he carried himself. You never imagined you’d have a crush on a guy like him, but there you were. Standing at the bar staring at the glass in front of you while thinking about ways to get closer to him.

You felt pathetic, never once a man or boy made you feel like that.

“Alright, I have big plans for tomorrow. There will be a party and we NEED to be there.” came in Nora after her coffee break.

“Okay. I’m on for anything, but why do we NEED to be there?”

“One name, Greg.”

“Oh no.

“OH YES.” Greg was the local handsome guy, well not counting the new counselors at the camp and Nora was head over heels for him, well more like she wanted him to do her at least once. “He’s holding the party at his house, Y/N you’ll be our designated driver since you have a car and Tory really wants to drink, so you can’t drink.”

“So, you are making me go to a house party and I can’t even drink? Doesn’t sound like a great time to me.”

“You can always just sit here and think about the new blonde counselor while daydreaming.”

“I don’t daydream.”

“So, you’re not denying it?”

“Should I? He’s good-looking but an idiot at the same time.”

“Great, so you’re coming! Tory, Y/N’s in!”

You heard her talking to Tory  in the kitchen while you let out a long sigh, there was no way you wouldn’t go to a party like that, but the fact that you couldn’t even drink bothered you.

***

The next night all counselors of the camp were sitting outside drinking beers while talking. They slowly got used to each other and all the guys called dibs on the girls, they were having a great time.

“Chet, you have no chance with Y/N, she’s too good for you. She’ll definitely choose me.” said Trevor.

“Right on, man. I bet she likes your moustache.”

As everyone laughed at Chet’s joke, they noticed a car pulling up. You got out of the car and walked over to the bunch. Everyone was quiet. You looked like you just walked out of a party, which you were. You stopped and everyone was looking at you.

“Alright Mr Muscle. I need help, come.” you said as you pointed at Chet. Chet didn’t believe it and could only watch as you started walking back to your car. Suddenly he came to his senses and as everyone looked at the other for answers, Chet had a grin on his face. “Don’t get excited, Muscles.” they heard you call back and everyone laughed except the man in question.

Everyone observed in silence as you got to the other side of the car opened the door and motioned for Chet. Chet got someone out and picked the person up. You started walking back to the bonfire and turned to look at Brooke.

“I will need a bucket.” without a question she stood up and ran to get one. Meanwhile Chet got back with an obviously very intoxicated Nora in his arms. “Sit her down.” you said and pulled a hairband out of your purse and pulled her hair back to a ponytail.

“What happened?” Ray asked.

“We went to a party, she had too much to drink. And there was this guy. I think they drugged her.”

“Why did you bring her here?” Montana asked. “She needs to go to the hospital!”

“No. I know what to do. Just watch her for a while. I need to phone someone.” Your eyes went from Montana to Brooke who just came back with the bucket. You thanked her and knelt down to Nora.

“If you need to puke, in this please, I don’t want to clean up after you. I need to call someone. Tory is at home, you are safe. You are at the camp with the others. Ray, Montana, Xavier, Trevor and Brooke are all here okay?” she gave you a weak nod, you knew she didn’t or barely understood you. You turned to the others and locked eyes with Xavier. “Please look after her. I will be short.” when he gave you a nod you stood and left to call you father.

To say that you were angry would be an understatement.

You left for that party in hopes, Nora will finally have the night of her life, instead after a toilet break you found her drugged and nearly getting raped. You quickly got out of there and dropped Tory off at her place.

You were angry, but your father was angrier. To have someone hurt his daughter’s best friend was an unforgivable sin to him.

“He’s about 6.2, has short blonde hair and is dressed in a green top with jeans, he’s still at the party if not, I know what his car looks like, he has a white Pontiac. I don’t care what happens to him, Dad. Just…”

“I know, Sweetheart. My men are already on the way. I will call you when it’s done. Tell Nora that I’m sorry and be strong Sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Dad. I wouldn’t have called you, but this son of a bitch needs to be taught a lesson or two.”

“Got it. Consider it done.”

“Thank you, Dad. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

When you put the phone back and turned around you nearly got a heart attack. Xavier was walking your way and since all you saw at first is a dark figure, you nearly dropped dead.

“Hey.” he called out.

“Hi. Thank you for looking out at Nora.”

“Yeah, she seems to be in a bad shape. Are you okay though?”

“Me? Oh yeah, I’m fine, thank you. I think I’ll take her home now.”

“Good idea.” the two of you walked back to the others while he was saying reassuring things to you and you told him what happened.

You felt a lot better after talking with him and you also felt closer to him now.

***

The next couple of days were pretty uneventful. You and Tory ran the restaurant while Nora was healing and trying to get over the trauma.

You didn’t talk with anyone from the camp either. Pretty boring days.

Until one night you were the one to close the place up. After you did, you walked out and saw a very familiar car pass by. It looked exactly like one of your father’s business partner’s car. The plate number also matched. You got curious and followed him.

You left your car behind when you saw him enter a small road and followed by foot. He went to the camp.

And your instincts were right. You found him trying to strangle Xavier while pointing a VHS at the guy. You got fed up with his shit as you heard Xavier plead.

You came out from behind the tree and kicked him off of Xavier. The man got really angry and was on his feet ready to kill whoever dared to kick him, but he instantly stopped as he saw you out of all people. Xavier was both confused and stunned.

“Mr Blake. I assume that what I’m seeing is only a misunderstanding and you were just asking for directions, right?” Xavier looked from you to Blake and noticed something in his eyes he never thought he will see, fear. But not just regular fear, genuine fear. Blake looked terrified of you.

“Miss Y/L/N…” Blake couldn’t find his words.

“I really hope that it is just a misunderstanding otherwise I might have to think that you lied to my father.”

“No no no. I was just talking to Mr Plympton over there.”

“Talking? And what does Mr Plympton says about that?” you looked at Xavier who was still on the ground mouth, agape in shock.

“I-“ he started but Blake cut him off.

“Please Miss Y/L/N, I just… You have to understand I need to earn money and-“

“And what? In order to do that you trick guys, I know your method. You promised to my father that you’ll stop once you get the loan from him. And yet here you are. Blackmailing another guy for what Mr Blake?” Xavier was now standing slightly behind you, taking your words in, he didn’t understand why Blake called you on a different name, but you seemed pissed.

“I-I-I’ll stop. Like I promised, Miss Y/L/N. I really will.”

“If you ever just think about him or any other to trick, I’ll make sure my father hears about it, Mr Blake. And we both know if one thing he hates more than something happening to me is liars. Right?”

“Yes, yes. You’re right Miss Y/L/N.”

“Now go back to whichever sewer you crawled out from. And forget his name.”

Without saying another word the man basically ran back to the backseat of his car. But you stopped him once again.

“HEY! Leave that here!” Blake understood and dropped the VHS on the ground hopped back into the car and sped off. “What a disgusting rat that man is.” you said to no one in particular. You went to pick the VHS up and got your lighter out. You handed both to Xavier. He just looked at you then at the items in your hand.

“What just happened?” he asked.

“I’ll tell you in the car, but I just can’t let you go back, so you are coming to my place for a little chat. Shall we?” he got the tape out of your hand and with the lighter he burnt the thing in a bin.

You waited in the car for him and when he was finally sitting next to you, you started the engine.

After a good five minutes of silence you began to talk.

“I bet you have like billions of questions. Let me start off with this, my father is, what you’d call a gangster a mob leader. He has connections all over the world. When I was born, his standards changed. After my mother’s death, he promised to always keep me safe. Imagine that, a teenager girl having money, all I had to do was call Dad, and I got it. Anything. So, after my rebellious years ended, I began to get interested in his business, I went to meetings with him and whatnot. Then Blake came in one day. He said he needed money for a movie that he was making so he loaned money from the father. About a week later, I found out just what kind of movie it was, and I wouldn’t have problems with it, you know, we are all different, but when I learnt that Blake emotionally pressured the guys, I just couldn’t leave it at that. So, Dad called him in. Blake promised he’d stop and it was only a one-time thing. It wasn’t, you are not the first nor the last he promised great roles and whatnot in exchange for a short movie. Don’t think that I’m judging you or anything. You are a victim, he entices you with his sweet words and then you find yourself in this.” Xavier just sat there watching you as you drove. So many things made sense now. From your expensive clothing to the red car even the phone call he overheard after Nora was drugged. He knew he should be scared and thankful but he just felt at peace.

“I-I don’t know what to say. Thank you, yeah thank you. But… why did you help me?”

“As I said, he disgusts me. The method, forcing guys into porn and then blackmailing them with it is just, angers me.”

“Okay. Okay. Why are we going to your place?”

“Well, I needed to lie about my last name for a reason. I just want to be sure you won’t tell to others. And since you are still in shock, you might spill the tea, so you are going to stay with me and tomorrow when you’ll be able to think clearly, I’ll drive you back.”

“Sounds reasonable. But really, Y/N, thank you.”

“You’re Welcome, Xavier.”

Shortly after, you arrived at your caravan and Xavier looked at it like he never seen one before. You lived about away from Camp Redwood, about a fifteen-minute drive, on a piece of land with a great view of the woods.

“You live in that?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you said you’re rich.”

“Well, my dad is. But don’t judge a book by its cover.” Xavier definitely should have. It might have looked simple from the outside, but on the inside the place had everything and it had a nice homey feel to it.

“Go take a shower if you want to.”

“Thanks.” Xavier got into the bathroom and stopped for a moment. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe that his knight in shining armour was you. He never thought that you the sassy bartender that he actually pretty liked would turn out to be a help to him. He felt like he could cry out of happiness, which he ended up doing. All the emotions came flowing into him, all that fear he felt when Blake called him and when he was in the car with him. All the relief when you made Blake look like a scared child as he ran with his tails between his legs.

It was certain. If he wasn’t in love with you before, now he truly was. From your appearance, your attitude, how hardworking you were and now, like an angel you came to his rescue and saved his ass. As he was taking a shower while slightly sobbing, you were outside, doing what you best at, calling Dad.

You explained the situation to him and he was pissed, just as you said the one thing he hated right after if someone messes with his only daughter is liars. When your phone call ended Xavier came out of the bathroom. He was obviously crying and it made your heartache.

“Awww.” you said as you stood up from the table and went to caress his check and get rid of his tears, but as soon as you touched his check with that gentle hand of yours, fresh tears rolled down from his eyes as he desperately hugged you.

“Thank you, Y/N. Really. I don’t even know how to properly thank you.”

“I really hope that those are happy tears, Xavier.” you said as you pulled back from the hug, but you were still holding each other. Your comment made him smile a bit. “See? Much better.”

“They are, happy tears.”

“Good. Now sit, I have some drinks in the fridge, drink something while I take a quick shower.”

At Xavier was left alone with his thoughts again as he sipped his coke and looked around the caravan. It had cassettes laying around, flowers and plants it even had a small TV and a very modern looking phone. The phone started to ring, alerting Xavier. He contemplated picking it up. Then Xavier looked at the clock, it was so late and yet someone was calling you? What if it’s an emergency? In the end he picked it up, thinking he’ll just say that you are in the shower and to call you back in a few minutes.

“Hi, Y/N is in the shower now, can you call her back a bit later?” the other end of the line was silent before a man started talking, a deep manly voice, it spent chills down Xavier’s spine.

“I assume that you are Mr Plympton, right? I’m Y/N’s father.”

“Right, sir. I-I would like to thank you, your daughter really saved me today.”

“Oh, I know. I’m actually in the car right now. You see, I thought I might need to have a short conversation with Blake. Would you like me to tell him something in your name?”

“No, thank you. I’d rather forget all about him.” Xavier felt his palm getting sweaty.

“Very well. You know, Mr Plympton, you are a great guy, My Sweetheart told me about you before, treat her well.” the last part of the sentence was so intense it left Xavier both speechless and breathless. Before he could reply, the phone call already ended and only the annoying beeping sound was heard.

“Did he scare you?” you were now out of the shower wearing your pj’s and standing in front of him. “Don’t let him scare you. He won’t hurt you.”

“O-okay.” you smiled reassuringly at him.

“So, are we sharing the bed or do you plan on sleeping on the floor?”

You shared the bed.

Xavier was never anxious around women before, especially not if he was in a bed with them. But with you, he was facing the other way while he felt your back against his, he just couldn’t sleep. He was relieved, yes, but what scared him more, admitting his feelings towards you or your father? Then you spoke up, he thought you were already asleep.

“You know, I always liked you. The day Margaret walked in with you guys, I just knew, I will have a thing for you. I feel like my old shy and anxious self when I’m with you. No, I feel like I can be myself. Everyone thought that I was just another rich kid, a bitch who got everything from Daddy, and don’t get me wrong, they were right, but what they never saw is that I never used that against anyone. Only against those who deserve it. But being titled from the first second… that’s why I used a fake name. To start fresh. I will always have my dad behind me, taking care of me, buying me stuff, but I felt like I could finally be me.” Xavier felt you turn around and he didn’t dare to move, your words were so sincere, he wanted you to continue, he wanted to know more about you.

“Are you awake?” he heard you ask and felt your hand against his back. He still didn’t move. “I think I might be in love with you. And it slightly hurts because I’m sure you don’t see me that way. I saw you with Montana at the lake, kissing and I saw you flirting with Brooke, I always wanted it to be me, selfish right? And then I saw Blake, my blood boiled. I know his technique and I immediately knew that he was using you for something.” you began to run your hand up and down his back, it got him relaxed. “I’ll take you back to the camp tomorrow, I don’t care anymore if you tell the others or not. Sleep well.” you gave one last stroke and pulled your hand back. You wanted to go to sleep, but he turned around. Your eyes locked with his and you weren’t sure what you saw in them. You felt shy for some reason. And when he started to speak you noticed just how close to you he was, you left his hot breath on your face, you felt his body heat, and you felt the vibrations that his deep voice caused as he spoke.

“I love you too. I don’t know how to express it well since I never felt like this before. But I’m pretty sure about my feelings, I love how passionate you are when something happens to your friends, you have an amazing smile and personality. I also have to admit that your father scares the living hell out of me. But that won’t stop me. Even if I have to face him, I’ll tell him that I love his daughter. I only flirted and kissed Montana to get you jealous, which apparently worked, so…yay. But you saved me. I used to be a drug addict, nearly got myself killed and Blake found me on a bench passed out with a needle in my arm. I guess you can say that he saved me. But he soon showed his true side. He promised to get me into real deals, movies, and commercials whatever, if I do that one thing for him. I ended up doing it, even though I’m not gay. I thought I escaped him but he came back to haunt me with it. I feel like such an idiot.” he looked away from your eyes and closed them, when he felt your hand on his cheek once again, he opened his eyes and looked into yours, you looked so sad yet so happy at the same time, just like how he felt.

“You are an idiot.” he let out a small laugh, “But you are my idiot.” when you said that all of his sadness disappeared. He began to lean closer to you and when you did the same, he placed his lips against yours. It was a small, slow yet passionate kiss. It was a kiss shared between two souls that finally found each other and became one.

***

You never slept better than in his arms. With your head on his chest listening to both his heartbeat and his breathing.

Both of your sleep were abruptly interrupted when your phone began to ring. You let out a loud groan and leant over the bed to pick it up. Xavier meanwhile moved to a new position in order to get back to dreamland.

“Yes?” he heard you say. He heard the voice on the other end of the line but obviously couldn’t make out what the person was saying. Suddenly he felt the air in the room change, it got so cold. He looked behind his back and saw you frozen in one place with your mouth agape.

“What?” he asked but you didn’t answer. “Baby, what is it?” he asked again. You held a finger up and talked to the person on the phone.

“I understand. We will be there.” you placed the phone back down.

“What happened?” he asked for the third time. When you looked at him, he felt it, something was wrong.

“They are all dead. It was Tory. She came to the bar thinking that Nora would be there, but she wasn’t so she went to the camp to look for her and…and… all she found were bodies. All of them are dead, Xavier. Everyone, Chet, Trevor, Montana, Brooke even Nora is…dead.” you couldn’t believe it, so many emotions rushed through you.

“What do you mean? Who would do such a thing?”

“The police said that it was Mr Jingles. But... we have to go. Leave I mean. Get this thing attached to the car and leave.”

“What? And leave without knowing what happened to my friends? No, I can’t.”

“Tell me one movie, scenario or whatever where the people left behind were safe, where they didn’t die when they went looking for a killer, Xavier. We need to leave. We go to my home. Dad will get this case solved. I’m not dying the day after I finally had courage confessing.” you stood up from the bed and began to rearrange stuff. Xavier thought it through. You did have a point. And he didn’t want to die either. “I know that running is for cowards and running back to my dad is just... looks bad, but I say fuck it. I rather be an alive coward than a dead ‘at-least-she-tried’.” you said while packing.

“Okay. We leave. I’m too pretty do die.” Xavier said in hopes of lifting your spirit, it was obvious to him that your survival instinct was better than his and that you still didn’t fully realize that Nora was dead, but he will be there when you finally will.

***

This is it, your love story, of how you met Xavier Plympton and ran back home with him. But at least the two of you were alive and together.

When the fact that your best friend was dead finally sank in, you mourned her for months. You went to the funeral with Xavier who held you while you cried and broke down.

The two of you never went back to Camp Redwood. You barely talked about it, only when you spoke about how you met. It was a bittersweet memory.

In the end, your father found out who the real killer was and that’s when both you and Xavier found peace again. Knowing that the murderer was behind closed bars and to be executed.

After five years of dating, Xavier asked you to marry him. After your father gave him the blessing the two of you had a small yet meaningful wedding. Well, as small as you can get with your father in the picture.

Xavier felt like he got the ending he truly deserved. With such a tough background, he ended up being a well-known actor with many roles, he ended up being the perfect husband to you and what he never thought he would achieve, Xavier Plympton became the perfect father for his three children.

Truly a happy ending to your love story.

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Not So Sloppy Seconds

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Warnings: Smut, cheating, everyone is cheating I fuckin swear, spanking, oral, swearing, babie hobi begs for cuddles, kink talk  Word count: 4.5k summary: you were sick of being second best and getting everything after her, Jung Hoseok bight be the only thing you settle being second best for.  Banner by @lightupmyass/ @ot7-hoes​

‘Parties, stupid fucking parties.’ You mutter, wiping alcohol off your new dress, stained by some fucking moron stumbling about with a full plastic cup. Well, now it was empty and all down the front of your brand-new expensive dress. Why did you wear this to a fucking house party? Sighing, you throw the tissue down, running your hands through your hair. Taking a breath to calm yourself, you leave the bathroom. The smell of the alcohol down the front of your dress was making you want to puke, the sweaty smell in the air making you pinch your nose as you run towards the emptier kitchen.

‘Move!’ You yell, causing couples to scamper and slide to the side, giving you dirty looks. You loved the amount of power you commanded in a room, a small perk of being popular and rich. Yes, it may be daddy’s plastic, but you work for your money! Pretending to love that old fool of a father, that was a full acting job. There was only one man you loved, Not including Marc Jacob of course, but he was painfully taken by a blonde little bitch. You hated her with every ounce of your designer clad body, and it went back further than you cared to remember. She stole everything that was to be yours, like your place at the Hamptons, or the dinner with George Clooney, god what an old heartthrob. You may get everything you want, but that wasn’t the point right now. The point was, everything there was to have, she had it the second before you, and that includes, Jung Hoseok. Although, from the light gossip you’ve heard recently, from some very reliable sources, things may be going south soon. That’s why you’re at this stupid house party, surrounded by his stupid friends, and her stuck up ones. You are here for him, and him only. You liked the boys, they were tolerable, some more than others, but you really did not have time for drunk people and their breath in your face.

‘Hey, I’m really sorry I spilled my drink on you!’ The young boy shouted, making you spin to look at him. He was quite an adorable looking boy. All the boys Hoseok befriended were very attractive, but definitely not worth it. This one had long black hair, tattoos, piercings. To anyone else he may seem like a fuck boy, someone to break your heart, yet he was the biggest child ever. He would have been worth it if he really was the bad boy, he looked like. Regardless, he was still the idiot who stumbled over his own feet with a drink in his hand. You just roll your eyes at him, taking the cup out of his hand, slamming it on the counter, saving your dress from another spillage.

‘Kook something right? Please don’t talk to me, I’m here to see Hoseok and that’s it.’ The boy hiccupped, blinking slowly, completely shit faced.

‘Hoseok you say? He’s in the living room by the snacks, do you want me to-‘

‘Thanks kid!’ You scream over your shoulder, he stood in the kitchen, still talking to himself, reactions about ten seconds too slow. He shrugged when he realised you were gone, shouting a ‘Your welcome’ over his shoulder. He poured himself another drink, wondering where the hell his last one went.

Hoseok didn’t know half of the people piled into his house right now. He knew about 10 people realistically, the rest being his girlfriend’s friends or people that may have just heard about the party. Taehyung was really good at spreading word about these things, especially if they weren’t held in his home. He loved inviting girls he had maybe looked at twice, hoping to score with them, but tonight might be the first time he was thankful for Taehyung’s big mouth. You looked around the living room, looking painfully lost and out of place. The only one who stood out, and it wasn’t because your white sparkly dress had a pretty pink stain down the centre. It’s because everyone else was drunk, and having fun, yet you were looking for something, or rather someone. You were playing with your fingers and frowning, but the second your eyes locked with his, you relaxed. He just smirked, raising an eyebrow at you. You smirked back, biting on your lower lip, trying to act as bashful as you possibly could. There was no harm in talking to you right? He could walk over to you and say hi, there was no crime in that. His feet moved on their own, a voice calling his name, making him freeze on the spot.

‘Hobi baby, Taehyung was telling me…’ She cut herself off, following his line of sight to you, narrowing her eyes at you. You turned to look at her, finally tearing your eyes away from her boyfriend. You scoffed, rolling your eyes turning your back to them both. ‘Who are you looking at Hoseok?’ She asked innocently, stepping in front of him. His eyes landed back on her, making him want to scoff. He controlled himself regardless, settling on a neutral expression. Her lipstick was smudged, eyes glazed over, hair a mess. Taehyung was telling me bullshit, he thought, must have been showing her the inside of his fucking mouth. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew exactly what was happening behind his back. Neither of them being very smart about it. If she was going to cheat with his best friend, she could at least try to be sneaky with it. The first time he realised he came home early, her leaving his bedroom, but he let that pass, realising he could have just been keeping her company. The longer it went on however, he had to face the facts, still not doing anything about it.

‘No one. What was Taehyung telling you?’ He lied, changing the subject. He gave her every opportunity to tell him, every chance to come clean, yet she never took it, would rather lie straight to his face.  

‘Oh, I forgot! I’m going to go to the toilet, wait for me?’ She asked, He nodded, accepting the kiss she planted on his cheek as she ran off. He rolled his eyes, finishing the drink in his hand, walking his way over to you.

‘I didn’t know you were coming. Cute dress by the way.’ You groaned, covering up the front.

‘Stop it, your stupid friend spilled his drink all over me. Thanks to him I’ve spent this entire party in a toilet trying to get the- what are you doing?’ He took off the over shirt he was wearing, handing it to you.

‘You study fashion, right? Figure out something to do, or, I can take you home. You don’t look like you’re having much fun here anyway.’ He suggested, smirking as you narrowed your eyes at him.

‘Is that the only reason you’re offering to take me home? Don’t tease me Hoseok.’ You chide, smacking his arm. He laughed, grabbing your hand that was closer to the wall, making sure no one saw him.

‘I’m not teasing. Let’s get out of here.’ He nodded, conveying his honesty in his eyes. You bit your lip, supressing the smile.

‘And your girlfriend?’

‘You never liked her anyway, what’s the issue now?’ He smirked, whispering in your ear. You nodded, quickly leading him out of his own house, down the path to your car. You didn’t actually take a drink, coming here for one thing only, so you jumped in the driver seat, taking you both to your house. His flannel lay over your legs, making you smile.

‘So, I heard things aren’t so happy in paradise anymore.’ You teased, you didn’t want this to be a one-night thing, and if that’s what he has in mind, you should probably just take him for ice cream or something, because no way were you going to sleep with him. Ice-cream was innocent enough to just be two kids coming out of a party, it didn’t seem like a date. That way if he still wanted the lying bitch, he could still have her.  

‘Pfft, you’re telling me. I don’t like talking about her, but I’ll make an exception for you. She’s been sleeping with Taehyung for about four months, I’ve given her every chance to admit it but she’s a stubborn little bitch. The relationship has been over for months, I’m just too much of a coward to end things.’ He replied, watching out his window, watching the dark be lightened by street lights every second. The drive to your neighbourhood was pretty, something he could really get used to looking at. The trees passing by, the houses getting more and more expensive. Hoseok wasn’t poor, he could afford the good schools and a nice home for himself, but he wasn’t as well off as you.

‘So, what am I? A rebound? Revenge sex?’ He looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together.

‘Are you not happy with that? Is that not what you want?’ He questioned, confused by how your whole demeanour had changed in one question and answer.

‘Honestly, I want you, I always have, but not like that. If that’s all you want, I can loop round and drive you home. I realise this isn’t the best time for a relationship and whatever, but she-‘ You cut yourself off, eyes widening as you focused on the road, and nothing else. You swore if you were to get Hoseok, you would do it right, with no tactics, no spilling of the truth.  

‘She what? Hey don’t just leave it like that.’ He frowned, knotting his eyebrows together. You sighed, stopping at the traffic light, running your hands through your hair, rubbing the palms of your hands on your eyes. Realising too late, you just ruined your make-up.

‘She only asked you out because I wanted you. For the past six months, she’s been with you so I couldn’t be. Don’t you think it’s weird she only clings to you when she’s noticed me? Or how she’s been sleeping with Taehyung since basically the start of your relationship? Wake up Hoseok.’ He frowned, as you pulled into your driveway, inviting him in. This didn’t really seem like a sex vibe anymore. You let him sit down on the couch, relaxing into the fabric, looking around. You made him a cup of tea, setting it on the coffee table in front of you both.

‘I don’t understand, what do you want me to do?’ He asked, eyes wide and staring at you. You smiled, placing a hand on top of his, rubbing gently at the soft skin.

‘I want you to break up with her, duh. This isn’t about what I want though, it’s about you.’ You reply, standing up to head back into the kitchen, taking the dress off, and buttoning his shirt up instead. Your excuse being the alcohol was giving you a headache. You sat back down beside him; his eyebrows knitted together over the rim of the cup.

He liked you, but you never showed interest in him, how was he supposed to know himself? Was he meant to be a mind reader? Fuck, girls were so shit. One likes him but never tells him, would rather suffer seeing someone else hanging off him. The other told him she likes him, but she doesn’t really, she is just faking to what? Sleep with his best friend and fuck over you? Don’t girls know men are stupid? Don’t they know they need everything handed to them on a very obvious platter. It should have signs, that light up that scream ‘I’M INTO YOU!’ Then he might actually understand.

‘So, you like me?’

‘Yes.’

‘And she didn’t at all?’

‘Nope.’

‘Wild.’ He scoffs, taking a long drawn out sip of the tea. You look at him, confused.

‘I’m sorry?’ You question, tucking your legs under your body. He puts the cup down on the table, sinking back into your couch.

‘What isn’t there to like? What a bitch, I’m delightful, been a perfect boyfriend. I know she’s been cheating this whole time and I haven’t done shit, not even done it myself! I’m, wow.’ He speaks, astounded, raising his eyebrows and shaking his head. ‘But you really like me, and didn’t even try anything. Why?’ Really why did you never try anything before today? You had every chance, every opportunity to at least try. For six months you suffered knowing what she was doing, really you didn’t want to hurt him, but at least he wouldn’t look like an idiot being cheated on.

‘I may hate her, but I’ve never been one to take something just because I want it. Most of the time daddy can buy it for me anyway. She may have things first, but I always get my way eventually.’ He smirked at you, leaning more onto your side of the couch, playing with the hem of his shirt on your leg.

‘And is this going to go your way today?’ He asked, motioning between himself and you. You shrugged, playing with his fingers.

‘That all depends on you, I don’t think daddy can pay for you.’ You replied, looking up at him, his eyes hooded, tongue peaking out of his lips. He leaned into your space, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his other hand travel further up your thigh, slipping under the fabric of the shirt.

‘This can go any way you want it to baby, do you want me?’

‘Yes.’ You breathe, no hesitation. He smirked, leaning in the extra bit, tenderly placing his lips on yours, gently cradling your face. It felt weirdly loving, wondering if she had ever felt this kind of love from him. You doubted it.

‘What about your girlfriend?’ You whisper between kisses, him gradually crawling on top of you, body now laying on the couch. You wrap your legs around his waist, thrusting your hips up to connect with his.  

‘What girlfriend?’ He whispered back, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, slowly unbuttoning the buttons of the shirt. He had to admit; it looked so much fucking better on you, so much so he might let you keep it. You smiled into the kiss, letting him slip the shirt off your shoulders, just leaving it draping over your arms. He pulled back for a moment, just taking in your body. You never wore a bra with the dress, and your panties may as well be non-existent. He licked his bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

‘Jesus, are you sure you weren’t expecting sex from me today angel?’ He laughed, slipping his shirt off in that oddly sexual way men do. You were no prude, if a boy was cute enough, and you weren’t getting your own way, you would do anything to get it. For example, if things hadn’t worked in your favour tonight, you would have found one of his stupid yet cute friends to fuck around with.

‘I was expecting sex, no-one said it had to be with you.’ You teased, popping the button of his jeans open, he put his hand over yours, stopping you. You wanted to rile him up a little bit, make him realise you were so much better than his girlfriend.

‘What do you mean by that?’ he tilted his head, staring at you with a look you would find terrifying in any other situation. You just smiled, sitting yourself up, breasts pressed against his now bare chest, his arm wrapped around your back, supporting your weight so you didn’t fall backwards.

‘I mean, if you had decided to stay, I would have fucked one of your little friends. Maybe that tall one with the dimples? He seems like the most tolerable.’ You provoked him, waiting for something to happen. He just laughed, taking his hands off yours, letting you continue. He stood from the couch, your face at crotch level.

‘I think you would be too much for Namjoon baby, he’s pretty innocent, very vanilla.’ You continued to pull down his trousers palming him through the fabric.

‘Hmm, okay, what about the tall one with the wide shoulders, I bet he’s good in bed.’ You smirk, playing with his balls, making him gasp. His hands clenched at his sides, grabbing your wrists, stopping your motions.

‘Ah, Seokjin. He wants a girl to call him daddy, maybe tie them to the bed. You’re wild baby, but I don’t think you’re that wild.’ You shrug, not sure if you would or wouldn’t be down for that.

‘Okay, the short one with puffy lips.’ He sunk down onto his knees, your legs clamping shut at the prospect of what was about to happen.  

‘A biter.’ You sit back on the couch, letting him push your legs open, running his hands up and down your thighs.

‘Now we are talking. I would sleep with him.’ You smirked, letting your head roll on the back of the couch, as his tongue trailed the inside of your thighs, teasing you. His fingers looped under the hem of your panties, pulling them down and discarding them into the room somewhere. You whimper as he spreads your legs apart, blowing cold air onto your lips, showing you how painfully wet you already were.

‘So, what would you do after? Jimin may be your type, but he’s a cuddler.’ He teased, licking a strip from your entrance to your clit, gathering up as much arousal as he could to taste you. He let out a moan at the same time you did, dick twitching in his boxers. You tried to gather your thoughts knowing he wanted an answer of some kind. That was hard to do when, one hand trailed the expanse of your stomach, teasing your breast, the other teasing your entrance, making you hungry for more.

‘I’d have to make an e-excuse, I’m-I’m not a cuddler, fuck Hoseok!’ You groan, feeling his tongue swirling around your clit hitting you every damn swipe. You grip his hair, letting your hips twitch into his face on their own accord. He wraps his arm around your waist abandoning your breasts for the meantime, holding your hips down. The fingers that teased you before were now inserted into your hole, scissoring over and over. His mouth leaves you for a moment, preferring to litter kisses along your thighs.

‘You’ll cuddle after this won’t you baby? You’re not going to throw me on the streets, right?’ You couldn’t speak, too focused on how close his fingers were bringing you. A smack echoed the room, a sharp sting burning your thigh. ‘Use your words, tell me you’re going to cuddle later or this goes no further.’ He growled, fingers still going at a relentless pace.

‘YES! Fuck, I’ll cuddle with you, please don’t stop!’ You scream, pushing his head back between your thighs, he just laughed, getting back to business, the free hand putting one leg over his shoulder. The new position giving him extra room for everything. His tongue had more space to move, fingers having more room to curl inside of you. You were so close, tingling in your bones and thighs, finger tips and toes going numb. He stopped his mouth, tracing a thumb over your clit instead.

‘One more thing baby, say I’m the best. Tell me you only wanted me tonight.’ He growled, putting more pressure on your clit. You groan in response, gripping what you could of him.

‘SHIT!’ You scream, your back arched off the couch, legs clamping shut and pulled up to your chest, he pulled his fingers out from your tight walls, feeling how they tried to suck him back in. He tutted at your lack of control, pulling your legs down, forcing you to look at him.

‘Well?’ He spoke, raising an eyebrow at you. You just laugh, pulling him towards you, kissing him like you wanted more.

‘Of course, I only came for you idiot.’

‘And?’ You sigh, rolling your head away from him as he stood, taking his bottoms off, taking the condom out his wallet.

‘And you’re the best.’ You groan, eyeing up the condom with a smirk on your face. ‘You just have that in there huh?’ You tease, taking the hand he held out for you. You stood from the couch, letting him take your position, positioning yourself over his thighs.

‘You never know what, uh, opportunities will arise.’ He smirks, grabbing your hips, holding you over his dick letting you slip down on him, both of you groaning as your ass hits his pelvis. You started moving instantly, not wanting to waste a minute of this. He was so hard, filling places you never knew existed, he made you crave him and you couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t want this. His phone began vibrating on the cushion next to your leg, both of you looking down at it, stopping for a second. You spy her name across the screen, smirking, you hand him the phone, still moving yourself on top of him.

‘Are you going to answer that?’ You quizzed breathlessly, practically moaning the words to him. He slipped it out of your hands, gently to not accidentally answer the call.

‘Are you sure you want me to do this?’ He spoke, voice husky like he was trying to control himself. He raised an eyebrow at you, letting the call ring out, she was a crazy bitch, almost certain she would call him back. You nod your head, moaning quietly, grinding your hips into his, making his eyes close blissfully. The phone vibrated again, her name flashing up. This time he answered instantly, putting the call on speaker.

‘Fucking finally, where the hell are you!?’ She screamed into the call, making you instantly have to hold back a laugh, burying your head in his neck, mostly to muffle your moans as they happened. He pushed your hips down onto him, grinding his hips slowly into yours. You guess he wasn’t a dance major for nothing.

‘Oh, I left, it was getting boring.’ He groaned, voice deep and raspy, trying hard to control himself, his moans and the level of his voice. He was doing a pretty good job, you were not. Your let out a small moan, making him push your mouth further into his neck, thrusting himself a little bit harder inside of you.

‘Hoseok, this is your fucking house, where the hell would you… oh my god, you left with her didn’t you?’ She scoffed, knowing exactly what was going on. You were impressed, she caught on quickly for a rich bimbo.  

‘I’m sure I don’t know what you are talking about baby! Left with who?’ He grinned, pushing his hips into yours, couch creaking under the impact and force of his thrusts right now. You wanted to bite down on his neck, needed to supress your moans somehow.

‘You think I’m fucking stupid? I saw the way you were looking at that rich little skank! Hoseok you come back right now or I’ll, I’ll-‘ His hips stopped as he sighed into the phone, your hips automatically taking over.

‘You’ll fuck Taehyung again? Listen babe, I don’t even care, be with him if that makes you happy, I-Fuck, do that again.’ He spoke to you suddenly, referring to you biting down on his neck to control your moan. You groaned at the change in his voice, how demanding and in control he sounded. You did as you were told, biting down on his neck, running your tongue over the top to sooth the pain.

‘ARE YOU SERIOUSLY FUCKING HER RIGHT NOW!? JUNG FREAKING HOSEOK I SWEAR I’M GOING TO FUCKING-‘ The line went dead, him grabbing your hips changing the position, flipping you onto your back, his body hovering over the top of yours. His hips resumed the punishing speed he had before, making you cry out, screaming his name like a mantra, clawing his shoulders as he pushed you over the edge a second time, sweating and swearing. He came shortly after, you whispering praises and begging him to cum in his ear. He filled the condom with a loud groan, hands tenderly trailing the length of your side. You let your body collapse onto his, catching your breath as he rubs circles into your waist, tickling you slightly.

‘Can we shower? We both smell like sweat and alcohol.’ You agreed, both of you cleaning up together. He rubbed the shower gel over your body, playing with your nipples teasingly as he did, you swat his hands away, flicking water into his face. You hand him a towel as he wrapped you in yours, kissing your forehead making you smile. You picked his phone up from the counter, clicking it to see the time, seeing a few missed calls along with some messages. He unlocked it, head on your shoulder so you both could read it.

‘Baby~ Hobi, please don’t do this, I don’t want Taehyung, I want you. Can’t we fix this? We both messed up! Please baby, just answer your phone, you can’t do this to me, I love you!’ He scoffed, deleting the texts without replying. She wasn’t worth his time, nor was she his problem anymore.

‘Taehyung~ Hey mate, hear u found out, suck’s I guess, but she’s fair game, now right? You won’t be mad at me, right?’

‘Fuck her all u want man.’ He replied, seconds later getting a message.

‘We are cool tho right?’ He ignored it, throwing the phone down following you to your bedroom. He didn’t need his phone right now, tonight was about you and him. Not having an argument with his ex and his traitor of a friend.

‘Are we cuddling now?’ He questioned, yawning, towel hanging low on his hips.

‘We are cuddling now, take this. I sleep on the left so you will have to deal with the right.’ You told him, slipping the night shirt over your head. He threw your comfort boxers onto the floor, slipping your shirt back off your body.

‘You’re not going to need that angel, let’s go to bed…’

[oikoik]

—designated ghost bait (y.terushima)

summary: your decision to bring terushima along on a ghost hunt proves to be both the worst and best idea.

warnings: none; mostly terushima taunting ghosts; fluff/crack; gn!reader

word count: 1.4k (oops)

a/n: part 2 of the drabble series; not super proud of this one ngl, but terushima gives me strong Shane Madej vibes and I respect him for that; lowkey would 10/10 go on a hunt with this guy

“Please remind me why I asked you to come along?” You sighed, watching with slight disdain as the boy who accompanied you danced (a very poor) rendition of the waltz. His feet continued to sweep across the dirty floor, the sound of his shoes scraping across the surface making you cringe.

Terushima merely gave you that shit eating grin he always had when he was up to no good, “because you love me.” He seemed to have given up on his dance routine, instead opting to sling an arm over your shoulders. “Admit it, y/n, I’m a delight to be around.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Well, I hope your ego serves you well here.”

The site you had decided to begrudgingly invite Terushima along to was an old asylum that was once the base of operations for hundreds of labs that catered to human experimentation. The decrepit building sat abandoned now, it’s massive chambers having been left empty for nearly a century. Quite possibly the only thing more haunting than the appearance of the construction were the tales of what still remains within the concrete walls.

You and Terushima were already in the main lobby area of the building. Gaining access through proper means was no easy feat, so you simply decided that you’d have to do it your own way by slipping through a hole in the chain linked fence surrounding the perimeter. The prospect of trespassing made Terushima incredibly excited and for the nth time that night, you found yourself rolling your eyes at his antics.

“So, what characters does this place have to offer.”

You bit back a snarky remark, instead opting to just go straight into the spiel you usually gave on any significant sightings or prominent figures that are said to linger within the building.

Throughout your condensed explanation, Terushima seemed unamused by the lore you had encountered online. He waited until you had finished to throw his two cents in, “not gonna lie, this place seems pretty vanilla.”

“You’re so annoying.”

The pair of you continued into a small hallway on the left side of the lobby. It was pretty straightforward; rooms were littered along the walls and at the very end was a set of stairs that went both to the upper level and the basement. You and Terushima (mostly you) decided that, considering you were technically here illegally, it would be best to get in and get out. One walk up and one walk back down the hallway should suffice. And if you happened to peak into any of the smaller rooms, then so be it. You just hoped that covering this small of a space would prove to be worthwhile.

Terushima walked ahead of you, his flashlight casting strange shadows as he moved it from end to end. You tried your best to ignore him as he made fun of the shoddy spray paint that was left behind by others who had visited the asylum.

You were more deliberate in your gaze however. The entire building gave off this eerie sense of being watched, but you mostly blamed that on the atmosphere of 1. trespassing 2. it being 3am on a Tuesday night and 3. Terushima’s terrible whistling three feet ahead of you.

“Would you please shut up?”

Before he could reply with what would no doubt be a stupid rebuttal, you dug out a small device from your backpack and shoved it towards him.

“The hell am I supposed to do with this?”

“It’s an EVP. Spirits can use this to communicate with us. Just turn it on and try talking to them.”

“You want me to talk to do what?”

“Just start talking and see if you get a reply.”

You were ready for him to give you another dumb reply, but he merely shrugged and turned on the small box. A gentle hum of white noise filled the area and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t add an ominous impression to the whole ordeal.

You and Terushima continued walking, he had already done as you said and was walking along the corridor alongside you. Your shoulders brushed against each other’s every so often.

You had just reached the stairs and Terushima was about to turn around and begin heading back, but you grabbed onto his sleeve and pulled him towards the steps.

“We should try to do a full session here. Some experts say that stairs can act as portals for spirits and are paranormal hotspots.”

He let out a groan, “fine, but we better get something to eat on the way home. I’m fucking starving.”

“Deal.”

You had only been sitting there for a few minutes before a broken voice came through the device. You weren’t sure what it had said, but it was enough for you to grow excited.

Terushima, on the other hand, was steadily losing interest in the waiting game. His head suddenly shot up and the dangerous glint in his eyes acted as a warning in and of itself. “Hey, I think I know a way to get you proof.”

“Don’t do something stupid, Yuji, or I swear-“

“It’s not stupid because they don’t exist, and I’ll prove it!”

You braved yourself for whatever antics he had planned, but were slightly shocked as he clambered up the stairs, the stomping of his feet echoing through the stairwell was almost deafening.

He stood at the top of the first flight, a triumphant smirk plastered on his face as he still held the recorder in his grasp. “Listen up, you dead fucks!”

“Holy shit dude.”

“If you’re so high and mighty, then do me a solid and throw me down these stairs!”

“Oh my god, shut up Yuji! Don’t say that!”

He quirked his eyebrow at you, clearly inviting you to argue with him. “My friend said that some of you bastards might’ve killed a few people. You wanna kill me? Then kill me, you fucking coward. It’s not that hard.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. And while you immediately feared the worst, you couldn’t help the small scoff that escaped your parted lips. “You really have some nerve, Yuji. It’s your fucking funeral.”

He ignored your comment, now pacing across the landing as if he was about to make some huge revelation. “My thing is, I don’t give a shit,” he casts a sideways glance towards you, “however, my darling friend down there does. So, you ghoulish deadbeats, prove to them that you either A. exist—or B. this is a waste of their, and frankly my, time.”

When a minute passed with no response, Terushima strode down the stairs with an air of arrogance surrounding him. “Shall we leave then? It seems like your friends don’t want to play with us.”

You decided against bickering and nodded in defeat, though for reasons you can’t voice, the small smile on your lips failed to subside. “Let’s get out of here, cowboy.”

The walk back through was now filled with a comfortable silence. Only the scraping of shoes on the concrete could be heard, but you didn’t find it as abrasive anymore. Terushima kept pace with you, his hands in his pockets as he walked. He only broke the silence when you were back in his car, your backpack filled with little trinkets and equipment was shoved in the backseat.

He slid into the drivers seat and started the car as you sat beside him. He watched in mild confusion as you smiled to yourself. “What are you so happy about? Didn’t I finally disprove ghosts to you?”

“No way. If anything, it just makes me want to take you to more locations so that I can prove to you ghosts are real. Even if it means you get your shit kicked in by one.”

He looked at you with both awe and incredulity, “I’m breaking out the clown wig just for you.”

“Shut up,” you chuckle and gently shoved his arm.

The car lurched forward, the dirt and stone beneath the tires filling the otherwise silent cab. Terushima rolled down his window as he pulled onto the main road and waved a taunting hand in farewell towards the looming building. “Eat my ass, ghouls!”

[kimshavacado]

Dead Heat Ch. 2

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Genre: Yet another Arranged Marriage/Mafia AU

Summary: Three extremely powerful families with enough power to bring down entire governments, all with vastly different views on how things should be run. The Min family thinks everything can be solved with money, the Jeon family think everything can be solved with violence, and the Kim family relies more on thought which leads to a lack of action. When Kim Y/N loses her father, she only has one way to save herself and her family. But it involves having to give herself over to a stranger. How the hell is she not supposed to punch him in his stupid rich face?

Dead Heat Masterlist

Warnings: Language

A/N:  Yay we finally have some Yoongi in this chapter, as well as the scene I’ve been looking forward to. Here’s to strong female leads! Enjoy lovelies.

Chapter 2: Just As Much A Queen

Most of the next day is spent with boxes and memories. You are packing up and leaving your home forever. You’d never really lived anywhere else, not even been to many other people’s houses. It was a strange concept to grasp, leaving and not coming back. You aren’t too sad to leave all of the memories, most of them not that fond anyway. But instead of reminiscing on old feelings you keep one goal in your mind: Get what you deserve. After that talk last night with Jimin, you’ve made the decision to play along. It’s really all that you can do for now before you can find a way to take back the family.

After going through the house for the better part of the day, you come up with a lousy two and a half boxes of belongings. It’s kind of sad to realize that the few things you care about in this world can fit into such a small space. But you don’t want to take anything that will bring up any bad memories of your father. Things like that could end up distracting you and you still have to keep your eyes on the prize.

Jimin picks you up in the early evening to take you to the venue of the “event.” To call it a wedding would be comical. The contracts had  already been signed and this party is more of a formality for the family. It’s being held at the Min mansion which you find is undoubtedly, the largest house you’ve ever seen. Jimin gushes at the sight, talk about how great the party will probably be. Unfortunately, you aren’t able to get a good look at the interior when you arrive for the first time before you are ushered away down a long hallway towards the other side of the building. There you are led into a dressing room where some women are waiting.

When you walk in, you pretend not to notice the fact that all the girls stare at Jimin. He is already dressed for the event and honestly, looking fine as hell. This is something he gets a lot of and you’ve gotten used to others gawking in his presence. If only these poor girls knew.

The girls help you into a dark blue dress and help you appear presentable in between fawning over Jimin. Once they’re done, they leave you and Jimin alone in the room. As you look in the mirror you find yourself surprised. A bit of a smile finds its way onto your face as you admire the choice of clothing.

“A bit full of ourselves, are we?” Jimin comments, noticing you admiring yourself.

“It’s not that, it’s just… blue, not white. It makes it seem like less of a wedding.” You’re a bit perplexed as to who had picked it out. You turn back to Jimin. “And you’re one to talk.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault the girls love me. Unlike some people, I don’t need dresses and makeup to look good.”

You’re about to tackle him right there until you hear a knock on the door. It’s time to go.

You’re drunk. Not completely shitfaced but enough. It definitely helps you get through the night, though. Most of the people here, you’ve never met before, only occasionally recognizing some members of your family. There’s no one you’re really close with though, except for Jimin, who you currently find partying hard on the other side of the room probably four or five cocktails in. He’s always the life of the party on nights like this.

The venue is perfect for a party, and you may have enjoyed yourself in a different situation. The hall is large and grand, and could probably fit over a hundred people. Large round tables are scattered across the floor with a main table towards the front where you are sat. From your position, you are able to admire the grandness of the room. At first glance, the ceiling appears overly adorned in gold. There’s classical paintings and strange images that seem entirely too distracting. Then you notice the background, stars. Behind all of the pictures and gold is a night sky that stretches to each end of the room. It’s a shame so much of it is covered by other paintings. You think it’d be poetically beautiful to paint an entire ceiling as a night sky.

Your thoughts are interrupted by congratulations from Jin who has come to your and Yoongi’s table. You smile and thank him and as he turn away and heads towards the other board members, your eyes send daggers at the back of his head.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you if you scowl like that your face will stick?” That’s right, he’s here. It takes every bit of your being to not make a snappy comeback, and all you can do is look away from him. You need him to tolerate you if you’re ever going to get your position back. Who knows, he could probably help you. But you know he won’t because you know exactly the kind of guy he is. He just shrugs off your reaction and goes back to staring straight ahead like you. What a lively couple we are.

This entire party is for everyone but you two, and you get more and more relieved as the guest leave. Jimin is long gone, taken home by the driver after passing out around the desert table an hour ago. You’re about to fall asleep while watching the stragglers when you hear Yoongi’s voice next to you.

“Get up, I’ll show you your room.” He says above you. For a moment you sag lower in your chair. It’s like every time he talks, you remember you’re supposed to be married now and become filled with dread. Still, you silently get up and follow him out of the grand hall down two separate corridors before you find yourself in a section of the house that gives off more homely vibes. He points to the door behind you.

“That is your room. It’s one of the places you’re allowed to go. You’re also allowed to walk back to the main part of the house, but nowhere else. My room and my study are on the other side of the hallway.” He points to a set of doors towards the end of the hall. “Never go in there, do you understand?” You nod. “Don’t leave the house unless you tell me first, I’ll have a guard everywhere with you.” At this your face changes.

“I’m not allowed to leave?” You ask.

“Not unless I say so sweetheart.” Damn he really is a cocky ass. He raises his eyebrows. “Do you understand?” He mockingly asks. The nerve on this guy!

“Yes sir.” You say a little too sarcastically complete with a salute. His eyebrows furrow as his face twists in confusion. You don’t give him the opportunity to question your weird response as you rush past the door behind you, slamming it shut to separate yourself from him.

You hadn’t seen him in the last few days, which isn’t something you’re too torn up about. You did, however, find yourself bored out of your mind. All you’ve done for the last few days is read, watch TV, and sleep. You now wish you had brought more things from home instead of leaving everything that could distract you from your goal. You’re not going anywhere with it now anyway, what were you supposed to do, just go to the Kims and demand that Jin give you your place? It’d be easier if your captor was on your side. But nothing will work anyway if you die of boredom first.

You’ve tried to go find more to do but are always stopped by this guard who seems to pop out of nowhere as soon as you think about breaking the rules by leaving your “designated areas.” Doing nothing productive has left you feeling drained. You want to see Jimin, but you haven’t heard from him since the party. You probably understood why he didn’t contact you the first day, probably too hungover to leave his bed. But after that, you started to get worried. It was unlike Jimin to suddenly stop talking to you, he’d want to know everything about your new life.

After a week, a Netflix binge, and about 40 phone calls that Jimin didn’t pick up, you start to panic on the inside. Surely if something had happened to him, you would know about it right? All you could do for all these days is reassure yourself. But it’s eating you up inside and you have to know. So you leave your room determined to only return with answers.

“Hey there.” The guard says, already standing to hover over you as soon as you’re through the threshold of your doorway. He’s attempting to establish dominance. So you, in turn, fix your posture to mean business

“I need to go see my friend.” You say up to him.

“Sorry,” He says, clearly not meaning it, “no can do.” What? Why not? It’s not like it has anything to do with Yoongi.

“It’s an emergency, and he’s really important to me.”

“Hmm. No.” He says again, almost sing-song. Wow.

“Are you kidding me?” You say, your obedient façade starting to break.

“Look kid, I can’t let you see or contact anyone, at least for now. Boss’s orders.”

Well now you’re upset for even more reasons. If they aren’t letting you contact anyone, maybe the issue is on your end and Jimin isn’t getting any calls from you. This could be bad, what if he thinks you’re dead or something? You two are all each other have, he’d be as broken as you are right now.

“Where is Yoongi?” You aggressively ask the large man in front of you.

“Busy. In a meeting.”

“But he’s here.” The guard seems confused by your statement and before you know it, you’re sweeping your leg under his and pushing his head towards the ground. It hits with a thud and he stays there.

Oops. Well you did say you wouldn’t go back to your room without answers.

You leave the confinements of the living section of the mansion and look for the place where business is conducted. Let’s just say, if someone were to see you walking through the house, it would look like a wild animal angrily looking for prey. You’re bursting through doors and making a ruckus. Every time you find an empty meeting room, the emotions in you get more intense. You feel the physical and metaphorical separation between you and the one person you care about as well as the person keeping you from him. Who cares about what Yoongi thinks of you anymore, he won’t be of any help anyway. You want some damn answers.

When you reach the far end of the building you come across a large set of double doors. You continue your rampage and burst through only to find a large group of very intimidating looking men standing around a large table in the middle of the room. Definitely giving off evil vibes.

“Y/n!? What- How’d you get here?” Ah there he is, just the person you wanted to see.

“Let me leave.”

“What?”

“I have had enough of this crap, I can’t even contact anyone? What the hell?”

“Y/N we will talk about this later, as you can see, I’m a bit busy.”

“Did you do something to Jimin?” His face changes. Great.

Never once have you felt the way that you feel right now. Even when you think about all the shit you’ve been put through the past 24 years of your life, nothing comes close to the scale of the fire coursing through your vanes in this moment. It’s not just anger, it’s bigger and more complex. Sure, you’re angry. At your father, at yourself, and at the asshole standing in front of you. But there’s something that adds a hollowness to the melting pot of emotions inside of you. Loneliness. Helplessness. That man’s stupid face as it looks at you certainly doesn’t help. He has this confused expression that’s just dying to be wiped off of his face by a sharp cut of your hand. It seems comical how dull someone could be. You feel everything piling up to the point where you’re about to explode. But instead of keeping face as usual you storm toward the man with fire in your eyes.

You stand directly in front of him, probably closer than you should, and steel yourself, looking directly into his eyes.

“I want you to understand something Yoongi.” It’s frightening how quickly you created this aura around yourself that would induce fear in anyone. “I’ve been through a lot of shit in my life, as I’m sure you can imagine. But every time something stands in my way,” You lower your voice. “I move it.”

Yoongi seems to be frozen in awe with his mouth slightly open so you continue. “That being said, I’m not your pet, I’m not your wife, and I’m certainly not your prisoner. You and I are the same.” You jut your finger into his chest when you say this. “I’m just as much a queen as you are a king, only I deserve it more. So I want you to know that if you stand in the way of me and the things I love, I’ll cut you down. I don’t care who the hell you think you are.” When he remains silent you turn to leave and walk past all the men who just overheard your little tantrum. Before you can exit the room, Yoongi finally speaks up.

“Y/N, trust me. You don’t want to see him right now.”

“Did you not listen to anything I just said!?” Seriously, how dull is he?

“Jimin isn’t who you think he is Y/N.”

A/N: I love to finally write Y/N as an angry character. I haven’t seen enough Y/N’s in this genre that are rough around the edges. I can’t wait to see more aggression!

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J.JK Soul Ink - Playlist

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¬ Me, Myself & I - G-Eazy ft Bebe Rexha

Oh, it's just me, myself and I Solo ride until I die Cause I, got me for life,yeah Oh I don't need a hand to hold Even when the night is cold I got that fire in my soul

¬ Him & I - G-Eazy ft Halsey

Cross my heart, hope to die To my lover, I'd never lie He said "be true", I swear I'll try In the end, it's him and I He's out his head, I'm out my mind We got that love, the crazy kind I am his and he is mine In the end, it's him and I, him and I

¬  You Don't Own Me - Grace ft G-Eazy

You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys You don't own me Don't say I can't go with other boys

Don't tell me what to do And don't tell me what to say Please, when I go out with you Don't put me on display

¬Control - Halsey

I sat alone, in bed till the morning I'm crying, "They're coming for me" And I tried to hold these secrets inside me My mind's like a deadly disease

I'm bigger than my body I'm colder than this home I'm meaner than my demons I'm bigger than these bones

¬ Gasoline - Halsey

And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline

I think there's a flaw in my code These voices won't leave me alone Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold

¬Hold me down - Halsey

My demons are begging me to open up my mouth I need them, mechanically make the words come out They fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce Ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about

¬ Without Me - Halsey

Gave love 'bout a hundred tries Just running from the demons in your mind Then I took yours and made 'em mine I didn't notice 'cause my love was blind

¬ Nightmare - Halsey

I've tasted blood and it is sweet I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet I've trusted lies and trusted men Broke down and put myself back together again Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors

¬ Now or Never - Halsey

Never pick up, never call me You know we're runnin' out of time Never pick up when you want me Now I gotta draw a line Baby I done, done enough talking Need to know that you're mine Baby we done, done enough talking Gotta be right now, right now

¬ I Walk The Line - Halsey

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine I keep my eyes wide open all the time I keep the ends out for the tie that binds Because you're mine, I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true I find myself alone when each day is through Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you

¬  Desperado - Rihanna

Gotta get up out of here and You ain't leaving me behind I know you won't, 'cause we share common interests you Need me, there ain't no leaving me behind Never know, no, just want out of here yeah Once I'm gone, ain't no going back

¬Needed Me - Rihanna

I was good on my own, that's the way it was That's the way it was You was good on the low for a faded fuck On some faded love Shit, what the fuck you complaining for? Feeling jaded huh? Used to trip off that shit I was kickin' to you Had some fun on the run though I give it to you

¬I'm Gonna Show You Crazy -  Bebe Rexha

I'm tired of trying to be normal I'm always over-thinking I'm driving myself crazy So what if I'm fucking crazy?

And I don't need your quick fix I don't want your prescriptions Just 'cause you say I'm crazy So what if I'm fucking crazy? Yeah, I'm gonna show you

¬ Bad Bitch - Bebe Rexha ft Ty Dolla $ign

You're sayin' that your tired of all your empty habits You want something that's deeper 'cause you're over the generics You're fuckin' with them basics when you really want the baddest So come on, baby, get it, 'cause to miss it, it would be tragic

¬ Straight Shooter - Skylar Grey

Married into this family and I'm datin' a bunch of outlaws Even the children drawing guns out of little crayon box Playing with scissors, cuttin' straight to the point Don't need to beat around the bush, we takin' shots to the groin

¬ Yonce/Partition - Beyoncé

Driver roll up the partition please I don't need you seeing 'Yonce on her knees Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up We ain't even gonna make it to this club Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged

¬ Or Nah - SoMo (Rendition)

I'm a freaky-deeky lover wanna hit you from the back and other ways That you have never experimented under the covers Roll around the bed with me is something you don't just discover If you wanna get with me you gotta keep it on one hundred I'mma make you scream my name

¬ The Hills - The Weeknd

I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah

¬ Gangsta - Kehlani

I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue I'm built for it, all the abuse I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows I'm good on, that pussy shit I don't want, what I can get I want someone, with secrets That nobody, nobody, nobody knows

¬ CRZY - Kehlani

Everything I do, I do it with a passion If I gotta be a bitch, I'ma be a bad one I'm AI with the designs, du-ragging Bounce back game good, why we talkin' practice? Yeah, yeah, yeah Pull up score when I want to Best thing next to Heaven They be tryna count me out though I'm just countin', countin' blessings A real woman 'bout her paper

¬ Good Life - Kehlani & G-Eazy

Raise up a cup up for all my day ones Two middle fingers for the haters Life's only getting greater Straight up from nothing we go Higher than the highest skyscraper No Little League, we major The proof is in the paper

¬ Sucker For Pain - Imagine Dragons, X Ambassadors, Lil Wayne, Logic, Wiz Kalifa, Ty Dolla $ign

I torture you Take my hand through the flames I torture you I'm a slave to your games I'm just a sucker for pain I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down I'm just a sucker for pain

¬ Do Re Mi - blackbear

If I could go back to the day we met I probably would just stay in bed You run your mouth all over town And this one goes out to the sound Of breaking glass on my Range Rover

¬ Zipper - Jason Derulo

I'ma mark my territory Shawty I'm an animal, slowly digging in to you Spread you like a bad story Turn you to a criminal, let me see you cock it back

¬ Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding

Fading in, fading out On the edge of paradise Every inch of your skin is a holy grail I've gotta find Only you can set my heart on fire, on fire Yeah, I'll let you set the pace 'Cause I'm not thinking straight My head spinning around, I can't see clear no more What are you waiting for?

¬ Beating Heart - Ellie Goulding

Wanna hear your beating heart tonight Before the bleeding sun comes alive I want to make the best of what is left hold tight And hear my beating heart one last time.

¬ Pillowtalk - Zayn

I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure Nobody but you, 'body but me 'Body but us, bodies together I love to hold you close, tonight and always I love to wake up next to you

¬ Dusk Til' Dawn - Zayn ft Sia

'Cause I wanna touch you, baby And I wanna feel you, too I wanna see the sunrise and your sins Just me and you Light it up, on the run Let's make love, tonight Make it up, fall in love, try

¬ I Don't Wanna Live Forever - Zayn ft Taylor Swift

Been sitting eyes wide open behind these four walls, hoping you'd call It's just a cruel existence like there's no point hoping at all

Baby, baby, I feel crazy, up all night, all night and every day Give me something, oh, but you say nothing What is happening to me?

¬ Wrong - MAX Ft Lil Uzi Vert

Wanted to take her back to my place Driving 90, let the cops chase Making that "Damn it feels so good" face Cause she don't wanna wait, no, wait 'til we get home

¬ Youngblood - 5SOS

Remember the words you told me, love me 'til the day I die Surrender my everything 'cause you made me believe you're mine Yeah, you used to call me baby, now you calling me by name Takes one to know one, yeah You beat me at my own damn game

¬ Champions - Fall Out Boy ft RM

Have you ever felt how hard it is to be an anybody To be living, to be breathing, not choosing a dead body Remember, the man told me that this life is a party Yeah, all the glory's so short you should put away the garbages Normal ain't normal, ordinary is a luxury

¬ Crossfire - Stephen

He'd trade his guns for love But he's caught in the crossfire And he keeps wakin' up But it's not to the sound of birds The tyranny, the violent streets Deprived of all that we're blessed with And we can't get enough, no

¬ Revolution - Diplo

Can you see it? The worst is over The monsters in my head are scared of love Fallen people listen up! It's never too late to change our luck

¬ Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

White shirt now red, my bloody nose Sleeping, you're on your tippy toes Creeping around like no one knows Think you're so criminal Bruises, on both my knees for you Don't say thank you or please I do what I want when I'm wanting to My soul? So cynical

¬ Bad Moon Rising- Mourning Ritual ft Peter Dreimanis

I see a bad moon rising. I see trouble on the way. I see earthquakes and lightning. I see bad times today.

Don't go around tonight, Well, it's bound to take your life, There's a bad moon on the rise.

¬ Give It To Me- Agust D

(Same Lyrics, just in Hangul and in English)

아직은 성공의 비법은 몰라도 망하는 비법 잘 알 것 같어 딱 너처럼 놀고 나불대는 게 비법 죽어도 그렇겐 안 살 것 같어

I'm still not sure about the secret to success But I think I know the secret to failure The secret is to play the fool just like you And keep blabbing your mouth But I wouldn't live like that even if I had to die

¬ Jopping - SuperM

You think ya big boi, throwing three stacks I'mma a show you how to ball, you a mismatch Opinionated but I'm always spitting straight facts Throwback, I might throw this on an 8 track Believe me, I'm sight to see Exciting go and drop the beat We get it jopping the party, it don't stop The festival is now starting

¬  Tove Lo - Vibes

Skin to skin Seepin' in Flickering, our eyes go wide You giving me studded sight Painting stars In our hearts Yeah, you know I'm down for you I want you to lick my wounds

¬ Bad Things- Machine Gun Kelly ft Camila Cabello

Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like Don't think that I can explain it What can I say, it's complicated Don't matter what you say Don't matter what you do I only wanna do bad things to you So good, that you can't explain it What can I say, it's complicated

¬ Home - Machine Gun Kelly ft Bebe Rexha ft X Ambassadors

I been through so much pain And it's hard to maintain, any smile on my face 'Cause there's madness on my brain So I gotta make it back, but my home ain't on the map Gotta follow what I'm feeling to discover where it's at I need the (memory) In case this fate is forever, just to be sure these last days are better And if I have any (enemies) To give me the strength to look the devil in the face and make it home safe

¬ Way Down We Go (Stripped) - Kaleo

They will run you down, down 'til the dark Yes and they will run you down, down 'til you fall And they will run you down, down 'til you go Yeah, so you can't crawl no more

¬ 7 Rings - Ariana Grande

Been through some bad shit, I should be a sad bitch Who woulda thought it'd turn me to a savage? Rather be tied up with calls and not strings Write my own checks like I write what I sing

¬ Don't Call Me Angel - Ariana Grande,  Miley Cyrus & Lana Del Ray

See you here with somebody Dude sizin' up my body Don't you know that I bite when the sun set, yeah? So don't you track 'em around me Might work on them, but not me Don't you know that I bite when the sun set?

¬ Into You - Ariana Grande

I'm so into you, I can barely breathe And all I wanna do is to fall in deep But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice, hey

¬ Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

¬ Seven Nation Army ( Glitch Mob Remix)

I'm gonna fight 'em all A seven nation army couldn't hold me back They're gonna rip it off Taking their time right behind my back

¬  Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez

No one never listens, this wallpaper glistens Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchenPlaces, places, get in your places Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces Everyone thinks that we're perfect Please don't let them look through the curtains

¬ Carousel - Melanie Martinez

Round and round like a horse on a carousel, we go, Will I catch up to love? I could never tell, I know, Chasing after you is like a fairytale, but I, Feel like I'm glued on tight to this carousel