#he hates waiting around for miles to get back and gets bored very easily

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upset housewife being left alone

[venusiangguk]

gold rush | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 5k+

>>warnings: oral (m/f), fingering (f), phone sex, normal sex, explicit sex, slapping tits, slapping, crying, degrading, dirty talk, all the sex stuff, jks a lil mean and condescending but it’s very cool and sexy

>>notes: hello! this is my first post on here :) it’s part of a longer scenario i’m just seeing how it’s received before posting the full length version~~

>>summary: jk comes back from a weekend away and he wants to show you just how much he missed you. 

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

It’s a Saturday night and you’re laying in your boyfriends dorm room bed by yourself. You’re bored and alone because Jeongguk had an away tournament that was far enough to warrant a hotel for the weekend. Typically you would have tagged along like many of the students at your university, but you had had a test on Friday that you couldn’t miss. Which is why you found yourself wrapped in one of his t shirts, under his blanket scrolling absently through your phone not really paying attention to anything much, just going from app to app.

Due to the lack of anything better to do, you boredly slipped your hand under the waist band of your panties. Not particularly horny... just passing the time you would say. You casually ran your fingertips over your smooth lips before yanking your hand out, being struck with an idea. You quickly type a text to Jeongguk.

you :

hi

i’m touching myself rn

Short sweet and to the point. You nibble on your lip as you see the typing bubble pop up not even 5 seconds after it says ‘delivered’.

koo 🥴:

hi

pics ? 🥺

You roll your eyes. Two years of dating and that’s still how he responds.

you :

no way

wyd rn ??

koo 🥴:

:(

why not

i’m at dinner w my team

jimin and tae say hi

-insert pic-

You smile at the pic your boyfriend took of his friends. You were pretty close to all of the team but more so Taehyung and Jimin, seeing as you and Jeongguk would go on double dates with the couple quite often.

you:

tell them i said hi and that they should kiss 😌

Immediately he responds.

koo 🥴:

they said only if u send me pics 😌

You laugh before snapping a selfie to send to him.

you:

you didn’t even ask them but ok 🙄

koo 🥴:

ur in my shirt while jerking off ?

😩 🤌 🏻

pics PLASE

PLEASE**

You giggle and you’re about to respond when you get a facetime call from him.

“You’re so impatient,” You scold. From the looks of it, he’s in a bathroom stall.

“And you’re so mean.” He pouts. “Lemme see ‘em.”

You think about being annoying and making him wait more, but he looks so handsome and hopeful that you just can’t bring yourself to tease much. You grab the bottom of his loose t shirt and pull it up and tuck it under your chin. The cool air of the room makes your nipples harden and you grab one of your tits in your free hand and squeeze and shake it gently. “These?” You ask sweetly.

His eyes are hooded and he subconsciously runs his tongue over his lips before biting the plump bottom one softly. He’s blushing when he says, “Mhmm, they’re so pretty. Will you lick them for me, baby?”

You groan. “You know I hate doing that.”

He swallows, and fusses with his hair for a second before his hand goes out of frame again. “I know it just- makes me so hard, I love watching you do it. You don’t have to though.”

You sigh and grip under your boob, and do your best to get your nipple to your mouth. They aren’t small but at the same time they aren’t the biggest so its kinda tough, but if you really try you can get it done. Once you swirl your tongue around your nipple, you hear a soft moan come from your phone speaker and you feel it go straight to your pussy. You suck on your nipple a little more before pulling off with a loud pop!

“Are you hard?” You ask, a slight shake to your voice as you get more and more turned on. He nods. “Are you touching?” He nods again. “Show me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his sweater up and holds it between his teeth so you can see his toned stomach as well as the bulge in his pants. He runs his hand over it, toying with the tip some, making soft muffled noises fall from his lips. His stomach tenses a little bit.

You put your hand down your panties again, and tease a little at your clit. “You look so good, I wish you weren’t so far away...” You whine quietly.

Jeongguk groans and brings his face back into view. “I know, baby. I can’t even stay here with you to help or coach will get suspicious. We are supposed to be team bonding before the final game tomorrow.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve got to will this boner away and go back out there.” He sounds like it pains him as much as it pains you to finish off alone.

“Take it out really quick, just for a second,” You say quickly before he goes.

He scowls playfully. “I really can’t stay, so just a little.”

You lick your lips and nod quickly, rubbing your fingers on your clit a little faster.

He gets the angle right and unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out just enough for him to stroke up and down. He groans once he gets a hand around himself at the same time that you let out a high pitch moan.

Jeongguks cock is so pretty. It’s fat and plump and pink. Shiny at the tip where he’s already leaking. He always gets so wet for you, just like you get wet for him. His hand wrapped around himself is truly a sight. His long slender fingers moving up and down before the whole hand grips around his girth. He’s thick and long and the thought of him filling you up makes you whine and your pussy pulse.

“Are you touching yourself baby?” He whispers.

You nod. “Yes, yeah... please come home. Right now.”

He hums on a laugh. “Show me how wet that pretty pussy gets for me.”

You swirl your fingers around your wetness before bringing the glistening digits up into view of the camera. He groans and his head falls back before putting the camera back down to his cock to show you how fast he’s stroking.

“You get that wet for me even though I’m miles and miles away? How slutty baby... How do you taste hmm? Sweet like when I last tasted you just a couple of days ago?”

You’re just about to suck your fingers into your mouth for him when you hear a door open through your phone speaker.

“Kook? It’s time to stop jerking off and participate in the bonding activities, Captain .”

You can tell from the deep voice that it’s Taehyung that came to get him. You giggle quietly.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming give me a minute.” He says through the bathroom stall. He sighs, and gives you a playful eye roll like he’s exasperated.

“Don’t cum while I’m here, and be thankful that it was me that came to get you and not coach. Bye y/n!” He says loudly.

“Bye Tae!” You squeak as you hear the door close.

Jeongguk groans, but smiles lazily at you. “Guess I gotta go.”

You hum. “Guess you do Captain.”

He laughs a little as he does his pants back up, tucking his now mostly soft cock away. “I love you. Cheer me on tomorrow. I’ll see you after, but I probably won’t get back to the dorms till late. Are you gonna be there still or are you going back to yours?”

“I’ll wait for you. Score a goal for me, and text me later. Love you.” You smooch at the screen and Jeongguk does the same before the call ends.

And with that you are once again left alone, but a lot more horny than before the talk. So you do what any sensible person would do.

You pull up the hub.

~~~

Jeongguk walks into his dorm room around 10 pm, and the first thing he sees is you, right where you were when you hung up the night before after your little facetime sesh. The only difference is that you’re wearing a different shirt, still his, and you have ice cream in your hand and your laptop set up on your lap a show playing in the background.

At the sound of the door opening your eyes find his and you quickly set your food down on his night stand, and fling the covers off your lap, paying no mind to the mac book that is now buried somewhere under his comforter, before squealing and flinging yourself into his arms.

He grabs you easily, bags dropping to the floor, hands under your butt to keep you hoisted. You wrap you legs around his tiny waist and smush your lips to his cheek and mumble a distorted, “I missed you.”

“Okay so kiss me about it,” He says back, eyes glinting and lips puckered.

You giggle, placing your hands on his cheeks, angling your head to slot your lips between his. He parts easily for you, and starts to walk you both back to his bed before he drops you where he found you. You bounce lightly and take a second to take him in.

He’s wearing oversized comfy clothes, grey sweats and a big white long sleeve shirt. His long hair is soft and shiny, falling over his pretty face delicately. He must have had a shower at the hotel after the game. He looks soft and oh so sweet. You just want to devour him. From the looks of the semi in his pants, he’s feeling the same way about you.

“Ah, already getting hard for me?” You coo, hand cupping him over his sweats. He pushes against your palm, unashamed. “You just got here baby.”

He shrugs looking down at you. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all weekend. I had to rub one out in the bathroom room last night as soon as we got back to the hotel. Tae and Jimin were right outside.”

You nuzzle into the material of his sweats feeling his cock quickly become fully erect as you mouth at it. His hand comes down to cup your cheek, run through your hair. “I watched porn after we got off the phone.”

“Did you?” He asks, shifting away for a second so he can pull his sweats down, leaving him in his briefs. You see a little wet patch where the tip is. You suck lightly over the material and he moans loud and clear for you. He sounds so much prettier in person, over the phone just doesn’t compare.

“Yeah, came so hard. Was thinking about you and me.”

“Fuck. Did you make a mess all over my sheets?”

You shake your head as you slowly pull the waist band of his briefs down his hard cock. Once it’s free it bounces in front of your face, flushed and begging for your mouth. You stroke lightly while saying, “No, but I did find something that I wanna try.” You flick your tongue under the head and the hand in your hair tightens and pushes slightly. You part your lips and let him in.

“Mmm, you can tell me all about it once I’m done with you. I can’t wait any longer baby. Swallow me,” He moans, both hands going to the back of your head and pulling you farther onto his cock. He jerks when he feels you swallow around the tip. “So fucking good.” He sighs.

You let him have his way, fucking your throat a little, although he’s much gentler than he usually is when he does it, and he does it for a much shorter time. He must be tired from the weekend, or he must have something else in mind for tonight.

“Lay back baby.” He says when he pulls out of your throat, crawling on the mattress. He finds your discarded laptop and places it under the bed out of the way. You both remove the rest of your clothes before you do as he says and he settles down between your legs.

You figure since he got hard literally on arrival, that he wouldn’t waste time with teasing, would get right to the good part. But no. He takes his sweet time kissing, licking and biting at your thighs, squeezing them roughly in his hands. He nuzzles into your skin flicking the lightest lick over you pussy lips before pulling back and blowing a little. You gasp and roll your hips, trying to get him closer to where you wanted, spreading your legs even farther apart, presenting yourself to him. But he’s having none of that.

“Stop fucking squirming,” He groans before you feel his grip tighten on your hips. But still he doesn’t go where you want him, so you fight against his hold.

“Stop teasing then,” you whine with a scowl.

He bites at your inner thigh. “Hush baby.”

You huff and hit your tiny fists on the bed, frustrated and fussy. “Make me.”

Jeongguk stills and you gulp. He glances up from between your thighs, and he quirks an eyebrow at you.

“What was that?” He asks, much too calmly.

“I said make me.” You whisper poutily.

He sighs and sits up. You get to whine for just a second before you’re yelping and squeezing your legs shut. He just smacked your pussy.

“Shut up.” He says. He doesn’t sound angry, very casual in fact. He rubs his hands over your legs, easing them back open. “Y’know y/n, I had a very long weekend. Travelled hours to play 4 games in two days. Travelled hours back.” He’s running his fingertips over your pussy lips, smearing around the slick you know is pouring out of you. You shiver. You love it when he gets like this. You love it every time your guys are together, but when he’s extremely one way or the other, extremely dominant or extremely submissive? It just makes your entire body burn and your pussy ache. “I even scored a goal for you in the final.” He glances at you, finally sneaking his finger between your folds, he grazes your clit and you shiver, legs spreading even more. “All I wanted to do was get home and take care of you... Make my girl feel good...” He’s rubbing circles around the little nub and your hips slowly start to rock into his touch, breathing heavy from the pleasure. His girl. Yes. You’re his girl. You tell him so.

“Really?” He asks. You nod. He hums. “That’s funny because all I see here is a brat .” He spits out, before another smack lands on your sensitive cunt.

You cry out, trying to close your legs again, but he holds them open. He settles between them again and says sternly, “Now be good. I’m going to do it how I want. Do you understand?” You whisper a tiny yes. He sighs like he’s relieved that you’re not going to be difficult and put up much of a fight, so he can finally do what he’s been wanting to for days. He pushes back on your thighs so your cunt it fully exposed to him, and he spits on it before rubbing his fingers around the sticky mess. Every time he rubs over your clit you twitch, but you’re trying to be good.

“So fucking messy baby. So gross.” He says sweetly as presses his tongue flat on your opening before licking all the way to your clit. He moans at the taste of you despite his words just a moment ago and your eyes roll back. He’s in a mean mood now. And you’re gushing for it. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty baby... because your little cunt is so nasty , just leaking all over the place. I’ve barely even touched her, and she’s dripping down to my sheets. How did you manage to keep them clean while I was gone hmm?” He doesn’t let you respond, quickly sucking your clit into his mouth suctioning it just a bit before flicking the tip of his tongue over it quickly.

“Ah, f-fuck-“ You gasp. You raise yourself onto your elbows so you can watch. He hums around your clit before he flicks his eyes to you. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before falling to your back again, not able to handle the gaze he gives you.

He pulls off and uses his fingers to open your lips and pull the hood back before making his tongue flat and licking slowly over your exposed clit.

“Oh my god- That’s- that feels so good baby,” You say between breaths. Your legs are starting to get a slight tremble to them but still, you pull them farther back, making yourself as open as you can for his tongue.

He hums and then smiles, biting at your clit gently, making you jolt. “Feels good baby?” He rubs his fingers all over your core again. You nod and he says, “Could have felt good before and not had spanks if you weren’t so fucking bad.” He swats your cunt again lightly, before sighing and kissing your clit sweetly. Your head is spinning from the switches in his mood but you love it. Love that you don’t know what to expect when he slides his fingers into you. He moans and rests his head on your inner thigh, watching as his fingers slip in and out of your heat. He looks like he’s in awe of your cunt, watching as it clenches and sucks his fingers in. He looks so lovely between your legs.

“Always so fucking tight, can’t wait to get my cock in here.” When he says ‘here’ he curls his fingers inside of you and your back arches off of the bed, and you moan his name loudly. “That’s it baby...” He whispers against your core before he starts to thrust his fingers into you, curling on the pull out. He adds his mouth and you start to shake. Your hands find his hair and you pull him closer, feel him lick and suck at your clit like its the best thing he’s ever tasted. He moans while he eats your pussy. And he has the nerve to call you nasty. He’s absolutely filthy.

“I- close-“ You choke out, relishing in the sloppy wet pleasure that his mouth and fingers are giving you.

He says ‘mhmm’ against your clit before pulling away to get out a quick, “Fuck. Yeah you are, cum for me.” and then he’s diving right back in, focusing on where you’re most sensitive, your clit and your g spot.

“There baby, yeah- fuck , don’t stop ,” You whine quietly as your body tenses. Your legs are shaking out of control, before the string in you snaps and you cry out. Your thighs close around his head and you grind your cunt into his face riding out your orgasm before it gets too much and your try to squirm away. But Jeongguk holds you there until you’re almost crying from the overstimulation.

You pull at his hair, begging him to stop, and finally, he does. He pulls away from your messy cunt, and lays himself on top of you before kissing you deep, wasting no time sticking his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. You moan and twine your fingers through his long hair, arching your body to get as close to him as you can. You feel him start to rut his cock over your sensitive core, and gasp. He’s so hard, you can feel him throb against you. He pulls away and grips his cock at the base, lining it up with your pussy before sliding it up and down, teasing your clit even more, mixing his precum with his spit and your slick. He focuses his frenulum on your clit, and his hips twitch. His head rolls back, and his mouth opens in a silent moan. He pulls back and when he looks at you again, he looks wild. His eyes are dark with desire and his pupils are blown. His hands grip at your body like he can’t get enough of you. You’ll have pretty little bruise blossoms all over your body in the morning. Finally, the tip of his cock breaches your center.

You’re so hot, and tight, and so fucking wet around him, that Jeongguk can’t keep the moan that falls from his lips locked away as he pushes inside of you. He pushes all the way to the hilt, you can feel him flush against your clit. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, but your eyes never leave him, the first thrust always being your favorite. Finally getting filled up like you wanted. You can feel him in your belly, heat pooling there as he lets you adjust to his size. Sometimes he likes press his hand into your tummy while he fucks you. Says can feel his cock splitting you open. You watch the man above you part his lips and furrow his brows in pleasure while he does his best to not go too fast, tries not to thrust into you wildly like he so wants to.

He’s leaning over you, hands on the side of your head. You run your palms up his sides, whispering, “I’m good, you feel so good. Give it to me please.” You lean up and press a kiss to his collarbone.

He’s quick as he hikes your legs up and hooks them on his shoulders. He rests some of his weight on you, bending you in half as he starts moving his hips. He pulls out to just the tip before slamming back in with one swift motion. Your hands claw at his back, the angle he has you in allowing him to reach even deeper. Gasps are punched out of you as he starts to set his brutal, sharp pace, not forgetting how bad your were earlier. He’s going to make sure you feel every inch of him for days.

“Oh my god, fuck. That’s so fucking good, Jeongguk. Please fuck me,” Your moans are high pitched and close to sobs.

He leans back some and spreads your legs wide, hands on your ankles to keep them open and he looks down slowing his thrust to watch as he slides into your little cunt. Your pussy is swollen and pink around his cock. He can see your arousal shiny on the base of his cock. “Fuuuck,” He moans as he closes his eyes basking in the feel of you clenching tight around him. He’s slowly pulling his cock from you, only for you pussy to pull him right back in. “This pussy was made to take my cock, huh?” He says speeding up. You nod and tell him, “Yes only your cock gets me this wet, this fucking hot.” He pumps his cock into you hard enough for you to get jostled, so your words come out in choppy and incoherent moans.

The way he’s fucking you makes your tits bounce, perky and pretty. He growls and leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth. You arch into his touch, cute little mewls falling from your lips as his tongue flicks over the small bud. You brush his long hair out of his eyes, holding him to your tit as he makes goosebumps rise to your skin.

“That feels so nice baby,” You say. It’s quiet and desperate, you head thrown back, neck extended and bared to him.

His eyes flick up to look at you, still playing with your nipples. He sees you bared in submission and can’t help the hand that rubs up your torso all the way to your neck. Just begging to have a hand around it. He pulls off your your tit, letting one of your legs fall to around his waist and you moan loud and long as the picks up his pace again.

Your favorite position. He knows how to fuck you any and every way, but like this he fucks you just right, making you fall apart in no time at all. The hand around your throat tightens at the sides, making the moans and whines that come out of your mouth high pitched and airy. The lack of blood flow to your brain makes you feel lightheaded and fuzzy, almost euphoric as he fucks you into submission. His free hand smacks your tits lightly, and you clench from the dull pain as they jiggle. Jeongguk swears.

“God your pussy is just milking my cock, not even letting me pull out all the way. Such a greedy , selfish little cunt. Can’t get enough of this cock filling her up.” He grips your hips with both hands and watches your pussy swallow his cock.

You giggle, soft and delirious as you feel the first signs of your orgasm pool in the pit of your belly, right where Jeongguk’s cock is pounding into you.

“You think that’s funny?” He questions. He grips your jaw and makes you look at him. Your cheeks are smushed and your eyes water from the hold he has on you. “You think being a selfish, greedy little slut is funny?” He presses against the side of your face, biting at your cheek like he just needs to sink his teeth into something to let out some of the pent of feelings coursing through his veins.

“I just love it. Love your cock so much,” You whimper.

Jeongguk pulls back so he can look into your eyes again. He looks at you mockingly. “You love it?” His voice is condescending and it makes your pussy drip. “You fucking love it?” He looks crazed as his hips jackhammer into your cunt, the slaps of his skin meeting yours ringing loud and clear throughout the dorm. Bless his poor neighbors.

“Yes, yes I fucking love it,” God you’re going to cum.

He feels how close you are, sees the way your legs are trembling. He’s moaning when he says, “Shit baby, show me how much you love it. Show me, make that little pussy cream all over my fat cock.”

You nod helplessly as your body jerks in his hold. You can feel your pussy contract over his cock as he brings you the precipice of your pleasure. Tears fall from your eyes from how overwhelmingly good it feels.

Jeongguk fucks into you a few more times, the last of your orgasm leaving your body, as you listen to the higher pitched moans falling from his lips at a faster rate than before. He gasps as he pulls out and positions himself over your heaving chest, cock right in your face as he fists it fast.

“Fuck, open you mouth,” He says, voice dripping with pleasure. You do, smiling, tongue out. He groans deep before his hips jerk and he whispers, “I’m gonna cum,” with heavy lust filled eyes. You feel the first shot of cum land on your cheek.

“Mmm yeah, cum all over my face,” You hum, blissed out.

He milks every last drop of his load out, and you suckle on the tip until he’s whining and shivering, pulling back with an overwhelmed, overly sensitive gasp.

He catches his breath for a second before he gets up and makes his way to bathroom. He sees you about to wipe the cum off your face and says, “Wait a sec.”

You sit patiently, criss cross apple sauce, cum on your face, eyes red and wet from the tears you shed, until he comes back with a wet wash cloth in one hand. He makes a stop at his bags on the floor and fishes his phone out.

He sets the wash cloth on the night stand next to your forgotten, melted ice cream and pulls up the camera.

“Smile baby,” He says, softly giggling.

You do, big and radiant, throwing up a little finger heart. You hear the shutter a few times before his phone takes the place of the wash cloth on the night stand. You reach for it to clean yourself, but he pulls away, wanting to do it himself.

You smile as he concentrates and gently cleans up his mess from your face. His tongue peaks out of his lips and you peck him. He stills before scowling with a small smile, and continuing.

“You look so pretty when you have my nut all over you face,” He says absently. His thumb brushes under you eye. “When you cry too.” He cups your jaw and runs his thumb over your cheek bone. “I wasn’t too mean was I? Too rough?” His eyes search yours. You shake your head.

“No I like it when you get like that, ‘s sexy,” You say wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him so that you both are laying down. You wrap around him like a koala. He yawns and settles in your hold, snuggling into the bed.

“Okay good. You can be mean next time,” He sounds sleepy.

You scoff, knowing that you both know that when you take control it’s in a softer way. Degrading and being mean was his thing, what you liked. Jeongguk liked to be praised.

“Yeah okay,” You say sarcastically. “You’d cry in a non sexy way if I was even half as mean to you as you are to me,” You scratch at his scalp and he purrs.

“I’m sensitive,” He whines. Another yawn. “And sleepy. Shhhh.”

“Jeongguk wait,” You say.

“Hmm?” He says already close to knocking out.

“I wanna eat your ass next time.”

“Mhmm, okay. Now sleep please. Turn off the lamp.” He turns over, wanting to be the little spoon.

You know he didn’t actually listen to what you said, but that would not stop you from holding the ‘yes’ he gave you over his head in the morning when he’s more coherent. You flick off the lamp, and throw an arm over his waist. He snuggles back into you, fitting his body against yours. You kiss his shoulder and say, “Okay, remember that you said yes in the morning.”

All you get in response is a soft snore.

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and there it is! let me know if u want me to finish and post the whole thing! comments and feedback are appreciated!

part 2 here!

part 3 here!

[suganovakawa]

જ — rumor has it!

# 17 ༉‧ yes or no

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✧ ｡ synopsis : though hajime has reassured you time and time again that you two attending different schools would be plenty manageable in your guys’ relationship, your imagination is left to wander when he slowly begins to ghost you.

જ — a/n : it’s finally here! sorry to keep you waiting :,)

— if you could, could you check out this google form for just a few moments of your time? it’s a surprise, but please choose five characters from that list. it would really help a lot!

out of all the places hajime could’ve taken you, you were not expecting an empty parking lot. previously, it belonged to a local grocery store a couple of years back, before it went out of business.

was it necessarily a bad place? of course not. nobody seemed to be around, so if you wanted to yell at him? you’d be able to without so much as batting an eyelash.

that seemed to be the least of iwaizumi’s worries as he turned off the car when he parked in a spot in the middle of the lot, his jaw clenched tightly as both of you sat in silence. not even the hum of the engine was there to alleviate the awkward tension.

“are we talking here, or are we talking outside?” you mustered the courage to speak first, watching as he jumped slightly at the sound of your own nervousness.

“it doesn’t matter. it’s up to you.” his voice seemed almost squeaky as he looked straightforward and out the windshield.

it was obvious the two of you were procrastinating on what was to come. you didn’t want to hear the truth, and hajime was afraid of facing the reality of the situation. the cat had to be let out of the bag one way or another. you had come this far already, there was no way in hell you would chicken out—not when the truth was sitting right next to you, right in the driver’s seat.

“hajime, just—just tell me what happened. please. pretending like it’s not going to hurt will just make both of our lives a living hell. i already know nothing will make this situation any better.” you couldn’t even look at him. your hands were rested on your lap, your fingers clenched tightly into fists. your palms were sweaty, and your stomach was running a mile a minute. what you were going through may not have even held a candle to what iwa was going through.

but iwaizumi isn’t the victim here. you are.

“where do you want me to start?” his voice was faint, weak—unlike anything you had ever heard before.

it was obvious he wasn’t going to confess to anything without a push in that direction.

you wanted to yell at him in frustration; it was going to bubble out of your throat any minute. but that wouldn’t help both of your situations.

well, it might help yours.

“did you do it?” if he was going to act stupid, might as well push him into a corner about it. enough was enough, your lack of patience outweighed any nervousness you once had. “just admit it, hajime. who is she?”

“were you the one who had karasuno go to the—”

“answer my question.”

he looked to you then—he turned pale at the angry look in your eyes. “stop acting like you have nothing to share. i know you better than that. we wouldn’t be here in the first place. you’re guilty of something, and i’ve been thrown into the loop of it, whether i wanted to be in it or not.”

it was then he started shaking. he wasn’t crying, no. this was fear, unyielding terror he held within the very marrow of his bones, eating him from the inside out. you were so close. so very close to getting the answer. this was either a yes or no, it had to be.

“i didn’t,” he finally mustered, leaning forward to grip the steering wheel with an iron grip. “y/n, you have to understand. i didn’t, i didn’t, i didn’t...”

“then who is she, hajime?” you couldn’t tell if he was lying or not, and it was eating at you. “who is the girl? why does she have my number? how does she have my number? what did she get out of exploiting whatever the two of you had, huh? i don’t get it.” so many questions, yet so few answers. “i genuinely don’t understand. i need your help in understanding. please.”

his hold around the steering wheel loosened, until he leaned back into his seat. you were getting more annoyed by the second, but you had said everything you needed to say.

“i didn’t do anything with her,” he repeated, swallowing a lump in his throat. in a matter of seconds, everything began to spill from his tongue. “she’s a family friend who moved to seijoh this year. i don’t know why she moved, when she had been attending shiratorizawa before now. my family asked me to show her around and whatnot, and i agreed to it because i know her, and she was new around school.”

he hesitated before continuing. “it was fine at first, then she asked for tutoring lessons, after school meetings, and all that. i kept saying no until she became so pushy that both her parents and mine told me to at least tutor her. so i did.”

that’s it? you were almost speechless at all this, all this frustration and fear in your system as he became silence once more. “tutoring lessons?” you asked, almost unbelieving of the words that had come out of your own mouth. “i don’t care about tutoring lessons, hajime. why couldn’t you have just told me?”

“because i slowly began to like the tutoring sessions, alright?” he shut you up with one sentence as soon as you started raising your voice. iwa's words hit you harder than expected, you backed up into your own seat as soon as he took a deep breath.

“i didn’t think i would start looking forward to them, but after a couple weeks, i began getting too comfortable. she became more down to earth than i thought she would be, and we became closer.” he buried his face in his hands, as if that would help him atone for his mistakes. “it had nothing to do with you. don’t think i got tired of you, because i would never, and i mean that. please—”

“would you have actually done anything with her if i never found out?” hajime’s eyes widened as your voice cracked, your arms wrapping around your own stomach in discomfort.

“y/n—”

“would you?”

“no.” not even a moment of hesitation. “i would never.”

“how can you be so sure?” you were angry, frustrated, confused—so many thoughts, so many questions... you were at a complete loss of words, yet too many were threatening to spill out all at once. “you were already comfortable with being able to see her more than you were able to see me. how can you say so easily that the thought of doing anything else with her never crossed your mind?”

“because i love you, not her.” his hand reached up to touch yours, but you moved away from him, as far away as you could in the passenger seat. he placed his hand back down into his pockets before continuing. “i’m not sure if you remember, but there was one night where you thought i was unwell, because i wasn’t texting like my usual self.”

you nodded silently to acknowledge your memory of that day. “that’s because it wasn’t me. that was her. i must’ve left my phone unlocked while i had left the dining room to turn on my car and she took it. by the time i dropped her off at home, you began messaging me about being bored of our relationship, because of how she had texted you. i was terrified that it had come to this, that i was too ashamed of myself to admit to what had been going on.”

“and the other ten minutes?”

“she forgot her homework at my house.”

you almost hated how his explanation fit perfectly into the entire situation. that would explain how she got your number. “i just... i don’t get why you had to hide all of this from me. don’t you trust me? have our years of being together not account for anything? do you really think i would care about tutoring lessons?”

“they weren’t supposed to be lessons. they turned from fifteen minute meetups to a scheduled hour almost everyday. i didn’t realize just how normal it had become for me until both you and oikawa began ignoring me.” you could tell he was having difficulty confessing to everything, but you weren’t going to stop until he coughed out every remaining detail out of him.

“...and the cafe?”

“i wanted to end everything, i swear. end the lessons, end anything that began to develop a deeper relationship.” iwaizumi shook his head at the thought and leaned his head against the headrest, staring up at the roof of his vehicle. “i wanted to do it without having to drag you into this mess, so that it would never happen again. then i saw karasuno walking out as soon as i was about to say something.”

“what did you do after they left?” that also lined up perfectly with what both sugawara and nishinoya told you that day.

“i still did it. i told her that our meetings were over and that i was no longer going to affiliate with her outside of school, or anywhere in general. i stood up and left before she could say anything.” he glanced in your direction and sat straight once more, his hands fidgety and his foot tapping lightly near the pedals. “that was that. i didn’t even drive her home. i drove back to my house and blocked her number. after thinking about my mistakes, i called you. then everything unfolded to now.” you were still trying to process everything that was just let out, and hajime slumped into his seat. “that’s it. that’s all that happened. you can even check my phone if you want.”

you didn’t want to see his phone. currently, you didn’t know what you wanted. part of you was thinking about getting out of his car and walking home. surely he didn’t think that just telling you the truth would be the answer to all of your problems?

“why are you sorry, hajime?” after more silence had filled the air, you pierced it with a needle. “that you got caught? that i found out? that you made a mistake? why?”

“because i let something so stupid drag out this far.”

“be honest with me.” you interrupted him before he could continue. “did you grow feelings for her at one point?”

“feelings?”

“you’re not naive. you know what i’m asking you.”

he hesitated, which was all the answer you needed. his silence was louder than any other response he could have given you. you were just heartbroken that absolutely none of this was your fault.

iwaizumi noticed your shift in emotion, and his voice cracked under the pressure of the situation, and you could tell he was trying his hardest to keep everything in. “i shouldn’t have let it come to this, and i know apologizing won’t change anything. but you have to believe that i never did a thing with her. and i don’t have feelings for her. none. the closest i ever got to her was accidentally touching the same pencil as her.” his tone became more desperate, he was losing whatever restraint he had left. “i swear, you don’t have to forgive me now, but please let me make it up to you eventually. i promise—”

“hajime, please drive me home.”

“what?”

“i said, please drive me home.” this really wasn’t a yes or no situation. everything about this was anything but yes or no.

he was unfaithful, but he wasn’t. he cheated... but did he really?

depends on your standpoint of cheating, isn’t it?

“thank you for telling me everything. i trust you enough to believe that what you said was the truth, but i just want to go home now. please.”

he didn’t respond to your monotone response, he knew that was the end of this conversation. with a heavy heart he started his engine and drove out of the empty parking lot, the space between you figuratively wider the longer you two remained in the same car together. the road stretched far ahead, you let your thoughts spin into an endless frenzy all the way back home. the noise in your head refused to subside as hajime parked in your driveway, changing the stick shift to park and unlocking the door.

you reached for the door handle to open it, but hesitated. was this really the end of you two? you didn’t know if it was or not—you didn’t know if you wanted it to be over. you still loved him. that feeling wouldn’t go away overnight. and while hajime made an extremely stupid mistake, you knew he loved you as well. but this was something that couldn’t be ignored. you couldn’t just pretend this never happened. you were better than that.

“i don’t know what’s going to happen yet,” you said truthfully, gathering the courage to turn around and look hajime in the eye. “i just want to think about it for now. that’s all.”

“take your time. i’ll always wait for you.” he sounded broken, but you had made up your mind. with only a simple nod to say goodbye, you opened the door without turning back, rushing back into your house before watching hajime drive away with a sharp pain in your chest.

what the hell are you gonna do now?

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NCT 127: How they would be as coworkers in a shitty office

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❁ [Taeil] King of the welcome wagon; If it was your first day working in a small dinky business, Taeil will make it his sole responsibility to make the environment as inviting as possible. After all, the business wasn't some glamorous well known company, nor was it an exciting new start up, so Taeil made it his mission to paint the office as pretty as he could before you could decide if the job was too boring to keep. If you ask any of his co-workers they'll tell you nobody put him in charge of welcoming the newbie, but it seemed everybody but you noticed him do a double take at the receptionist's desk where you waited to be shown around. Soft moments included him making you a coffee every time he left to make his own, making a point of clearing a little space in the communal fridge for your lunch and hanging around while trying to maintain a respectful distance in case you had any queries so he could be the first to answer them. If you were low-key dreading your first day, you kinda forget about the nerves quickly because of his kindness and tells you cheerfully "See, we don't bite." Will make sure you have everything you need, down to the last sticky note and ball point pen, and smiles bashfully at you when you go to thank him.

❁ [Johnny] cheesy office romance; It was quite impressive really, the fact that Johnny managed to unlock every single office romance cliche you could think of and he wasn't subtle about it either. Though there was no policy really about dating co-workers, the whole situation was a tiny bit embarrassing given the blatant flirting from the titan walking around in his shirt and tie, always throwing devilish smiles from over the photocopier. Even if his desk was miles away from yours, there would always be an excuse to stroll by your work space to drop off some paperwork personally, or remind you of the meeting happening in the afternoon despite the email reminder going around. Johnny really put his bladder through it since he now took too frequent trips to the water cooler that was so conveniently placed next to your desk. The whole office gagged when you finally agreed to go for drinks after work. The hours were spent buying each other pints and admiring him with his tie loosened and shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing the delicate tattoos that decorated the skin there before calling it a night and letting him kiss you on your porch after walking you home. You kind of became the height of office gossip, which Johnny thrived in, but you couldn't really be mad when you were dating that tall glass of water after all.

❁ [Taeyong] The receptionist with first aid training; Stapling your finger was embarrassing enough, imagine the heat flooding your cheeks when the receptionist appears at your desk clutching the first aid kit, big kind eyes glancing at your finger empathetically. Taeyong was the first face you saw when you walked through the door, that alone making a wonderful first impression, also he was a very diligent worker. He never made a fuss when you asked him to fax something, make a memo or photocopy, and when you had to ring the office because you left your keycard and needed to be let in, he laughed that off with you too while assuring that it happened all the time. On the blasted day you aimed the stapler at your paper but instead caught your finger, Taeyong was the first to perk from behind his desk at your exclamation of "Ow!" and was by your side before you knew it. He apologised profusely at the sting of an anti-bacterial wipe and wrapped your finger gingerly in a plaster, his chair scooted towards you and your knees bumping occasionally. You were pretty sure every female in the office was crushing on him and you were one of many, but you couldn't help the blush when you received a private IM chat asking if you wanted to get coffee after work: "Date? :)" he wrote at the end of the message. You wasted no time typing on your computer a reply, sneaking a glance at his face from behind the desk and exchanging a smile before looking busy once again.

❁ [Yuta] The guy that lowkey terrified you; Yuta was the co-worker that, whether it was on purpose or not, pushed you away with sheer intimidation and sinfully good looks. When you first encountered him in the office you were sure he was a model undercover, and when that was debunked you were sure he must have had a much higher level and higher paying job than you. His presence read corporate, the cologne you sometimes caught a whiff of smelt expensive and you could easily picture him in a big leather chair in a tall glass building barking orders at people. What surprised you was behind the intimidating aura, lay the humility of any of your other co-workers. All it took was one painfully awkward conversation in the break room and with the power of pointless small talk you learnt that his weekend plans didn't involve a modelling side hustle like you expected, but rather being a homebody, watching animated movies and cooking dinner for one instead. When you did finally enter an established relationship with him, expect impulsive moments like being tugged into the copier room so he can press his lips to yours and run his hands through your hair, or intense staring contests when other male co-workers demanded your attention. Overall, he was terrifying, but his redeemable qualities involved making dates after work so you had something to look forward to, buying your favourite cake during office parties and volunteering to do overtime with you so you would always be entertained.

❁ [Doyoung] The manager that scares you shitless; For the position of local branch manager, Doyoung exuded way more power and intimidation than what was probably warranted. Maybe that was why he managed to get the branch performing so well, everybody dreaded being called into his office for "friendly chitchat" after making a small mistake. When you first arrived, you steered as clear from him as possible, only venturing near his office when absolutely needed. What you didn't see was the way he would watch you intently in your little office nook, always appreciating how hard you worked and how cute you looked in your office get-up. You often squirmed at the amount of eye-contact he gave you when he ran meetings and you would glance around to see if anyone else was experiencing the same thing. Nope, just you. When he did call you into his office that one time you were quaking in your shoes. You had already convinced yourself you were fired before you had even reached his office door, but the feeling was replaced soon enough with confusion when he did eventually speak to you. "I just wanted to ask... would you be interested in.... this corporate training program?" He rushed. My god, your boss was just as awkward as the next bumbling guy. It would be a while before he asked you on an official date, dinner for two, also quite a bit of paperwork to fill out with HR, but you would come to realise his icy exterior wasn't all that icy when he wasn't in work-mode.

❁ [Jaehyun] The temp that never left; Jaehyun was fresh from university, now venturing into the world of work but still had the boyish aura that set him apart from the rest of the men in the office. From the way he spoke to you over lunch in the break room you could tell he was full of ambition, but also didn't seem to be in any rush to leave this job any time soon. Jaehyun was the guy who you initially tried not to get too close to, since you were under the impression that he would be leaving after completing the temporary placement and when he left it would hurt like a bitch. However, you could have sworn his placement ended like a month ago, but eventually you learnt that he somehow managed to talk himself into a full-time position. "Oh that, yeah, I guess I just realised I had more reasons to stay." He shrugged as casually as he could when you asked about it. You couldn't deny that you were happy, not when you saw his smiling face in the conference room saving you a seat, hearing his outrageous stories from uni and always being the two to get a little too drunk at corporate parties and being sent home in a taxi of shame. Romance blossomed when you remembered that one drunken kiss in the backseat and you both bonded when your boss gave you the cold shoulder after arriving to work a little more than dishevelled and with a hangover.

❁ [Jungwoo] Desk buddy; Honestly, who could hate their job when they had a sweet Jungwoo sitting at the desk adjacent to theirs. You kinda scored when your boss appointed you this specific desk because Jungwoo took to you almost embarrassingly quick. It made your heart swell looking at all the little knick knacks on his desk; toys to fiddle with and colourful sticky notes, this was just one part of his persona. You were a little shocked when he offered you a cigarette during the lunch break, kind of exposing a duality you didn't know existed, but nobody could be that wholesome of a person. Monday to Friday 9-5 was filled with Jungwoo ping-ponging back and forth between these traits, any off handed comments he would mutter to you when the boss was giving an announcement or the conversations you would overhear him having with a friend over the phone would remind you he wasn't a total puppy of a human being. However, the way he always offered to share a snack and would flick paper and notes at you playfully was also very much him being himself. You always fluttered a little at the smirk he would throw your way when your manager was talking something boring or ridiculous, it seemed those smirks were only reserved for you. It didn't take long before he became your best friend in the office, if he wasn't in that day you were in the right mind to just call it quits yourself (and vice versa), he was the guy that made the long hours that much more bearable.

❁ [Mark] The bumbling intern; When it came to responsibilities in the work place, you tried to delegate as little of that as possible to Mark the intern. It was cute really, the guy put in 110% effort into his tasks and yet when it came to coffee orders, photocopying or sending out a memo, something nearly always went wrong. You couldn't help but admire his enthusiasm, also that he made an effort to know everybody in the office, including the cleaners. Mark was one of the first people to greet you when you joined, waving around a little notebook of Starbucks orders and a company card to splurge, urging you to write down whatever you wanted. A simple task right? Rookie mistake. Bless him, you would never tell him how his mistake of getting full dairy rather than the soy you requested led to a night on and off the toilet, but that just scratched the surface of his office blunders. Somehow, he never cost the company too much, but there was a reason why the poor boy never got promoted beyond intern. He wasn't deterred though, he'd lean up against your desk while you made idle chit chat and he'd tell you that he liked his job and he didn't aspire to be the best in this business. Where he really proved himself was during company functions, you'll never forget during the annual employee bbq when he asked you your favourite song so he could sing it melodically accompanied skilfully with a guitar. Mark's contributions to the work place were always a little unpredictable, but he kept things interesting and people, including you, genuinely enjoyed having him around.

❁ [Haechan] Probably the reason you get fired; Even in the workplace, Haechan can't deny himself a bit of mischief. He made a stellar first impression by rocking up half an hour late, sending your boss a half arsed apology and plonking down at the desk across the room from yours. To be honest, he kind of annoyed you at first, his attitude came off immature and you didn't appreciate how distracting he was when you had work to do. However, things started to change at some point. Haechan was the guy that convinced you to ditch the office party and sit on the rooftop with him to watch the city lights, the guy that sent out ridiculous memos just to catch you smile and the guy eventually became the reason for you own demise after he started picking you up for breakfast most mornings. When the manager called you in his office after being late the third time in a row, you ducked your head and mumbled something about traffic while hiding a croissant wrapper in your pocket, Haechan covered a laugh with a cough and apologised on behalf of both of you. When you asked him about why he never seemed to give a shit about anything, you learnt that it was because he had a taste for adventure; "Don't tell me you wanna stay and work here forever? Don't you wanna do something more... exciting with your life?" He asked you incredulously, like the answer was obvious. He kinda got you, no, you didn't want to work in a dingy office for the rest of you life. To be honest, when he painted a picture of moving to a big city, or taking a road trip, or just fucking off to the suburbs you didn't hate the sound of that either. When you were both sat there in your manager's office, signing off on a severance package, you weren't even mad. You didn't have time to be, Haechan was already clasping your hand and leading you to his car and laughing about finally being free, tugging his tie from around his neck whilst driving no where in particular- the start of an adventure.

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Now That I Saw You- Chapter 4- Jump Then Fall

Steve Harrington x Reader

catch up here

This Chapter is Inspired by Jump Then Fall by Taylor Swift 

summary: Steve and Reader are falling more and more for one another. 

warnings: cursing, fluff

word count: 1.4k

For yet another morning, Y/N woke to the feeling of Steve’s arms wrapped around her body. Her eyes looked over his face a few times, a smile spreading sweetly across her face.

“Don’t stare, it’s creepy.” Steve grumbled out in his grizzled morning voice. Chills went down her spine as he spoke.

“But you’re so handsome.” Y/N faked a pout in response. His hands pulled her tighter to him, and his hand reached up to cup her face.

“You’re absolutely adorable, you know that?” He said before pulling her in for a kiss. Despite both of their morning breath, the kisses between the two just kept getting better and better to her. He pulled away from the kiss and placed on her forehead. He climbed over top of her to get out of bed.

“I hate being an adult.” Y/N spoke from the bed. Steve gave her a confused look as he continued putting on his pajama pants. “I don’t want to go to work. And I don’t want to spend a weekend without you.” She pouted as she watched him get dressed.  

“Come here.” He waved for her to come towards him. She got out of the bed and shuffled towards him. Instantly, she was swallowed by his arms in a hug. They swayed back and forth in the middle of the room. “Listen, it’s just one weekend. It’ll be okay! Plus we have those plans with Dustin when I get back.”

“I forgot! That’s gonna be fun!” She smiled looking at him, her eyes looking at every feature on his face. He kept talking, and she could hear him but her brain was going 100 miles per hour about how much she really liked him and wanted to be with him. He just felt right for her, like they were meant to be together. Her eyes moved over to the clock propped on her dresser. “Shit! I’m gonna be late. And so are you! Aren’t you supposed to be picking up your mom soon?

“Oh shit, yeah. I-uh-I forgot completely.” He went silent for a moment while watching her get dressed. “Do you want me to take you to work before I go to my parents?”

“That would be great babe, thank you.” She said without thinking of the pet name she just used.  He didn’t say anything, but that pet name made butterflies go aflutter in his stomach and he realized he was falling again.

Steve dropped her off at work and the hours seemed to tick past even slower than usual for the girl. She kept re-reading the same paragraph because her mind kept going back to Steve and every little thing about him. He really was becoming the most important thing in her life, something that she had never experienced before.

“Y/N, call on 2.” Another intern piped up from the cubicle across from her.

“Hi, you’ve reached Y/N Y/L/N in the human resources department, how can I help you?” From the other end of the phone, she heard her favorite sound in the entire world- Steve’s laugh. She wished that she could listen to it all day.

“Jesus, you sound so professional.” Steve finally spoke.

“Wow, I wonder why I would sound professional at my job in the government?” They both erupted into a fit of giggles.

“You make a fair point, I just wanted to call and tell you that I got here safely. I miss you already.” Her heart melted at the gesture of his call.

“I miss you. I’ll be counting down the hours until I see you.”

“I already am. Sunday at 6, at the diner. Be there or be square.” He joked through the phone.                  

“I’ll be there.” She smiled.

“Okay, well-uh, I gotta go, but I’ll talk to you soon okay?”

“Okay. Bye Stevie.”

“Bye Y/N/N.” She hung up the phone and let out a groan. These next two nights without him were gonna be rough. It’s not like she didn’t love spending time with Robin, she absolutely did. Robin was without a doubt in her mind her best friend in Hawkins, but after spending nearly all of her time with Steve in some way shape or form, it was gonna be weird to not see him for a bit.

The days leading up to Sunday evening went by slowly. Robin and her had eaten dinner together every night, but with Robin at work all day and Y/N being home alone, things got boring. But things were all better when Sunday rolled around.

Y/N pulled into the diner and saw the oh so familiar BMW parked. She got out and looked into the car, noticing that it was empty. She bounded up the stairs and into the restaurant, instantly spotting her favorite head of hair in the whole world. As she approached, she saw Dustin flailing his arms telling Steve something.

“What’re you boys talking about?” Steve’s eyes lit up as Y/N slid into the booth next to him. He placed a kiss on her temple. She leaned into him and the feeling.

“Dustin here is trying to explain something that he learned in his AP Bio Class.”

“Oh, that will go right over my head. Me and science don’t get along.”

“Don’t you have a political science degree?” Y/N let out a laugh at the very valid question Dustin just posed.

“I mean, Yes I do but PoliSci is a whole different beast. It deals more in the social sciences and humanities rather than physical sciences.”

“Wait what do you mean?” Dustin asked her, which instantly sparked a conversation between the two. Steve’s eyes flickered between the two and how easily they had fallen into a conversation. He admired how they talked so intelligently without trying to make the other feel dumb, it was sweet.  

“Any new movies in the store?” Dustin snapped Steve back to full attention.

“Yeah…uh…a few horror movies came in, and some other ones I had never heard of that Robin likes.” They talked over their dinner for a bit, all enjoying each other’s company. Steve leaned over to take a bite of food, and his hair fell into his face.

“Oh my god, come here.” Y/N turned his head around and pulled the top portion of his hair out of his face, tying it up with a hair tie. He turned his head back to her after and she let out a giggle. “You look ridiculous, but I’m sure it will help.” She pecked his lips once before going back to her own food. Dustin’s face was turned up into a smirking smile, mainly happy that his best friend had found someone who works well for him and very clearly makes him happy. It also helped that he also really liked Y/N, she was fun, caring and most of all clearly infatuated for Steve, more than Dustin ever thought Nancy was. They walked out of the diner, with Y/N’s fingers laced with Steve’s, them both trailing behind Dustin.

“I gotta drive Dusty home, I’ll just meet you back at home yeah?”

“Perfect!” Y/N walked over to Dustin and gave him a hug goodbye before giving Steve a kiss. She walked back to her car and drove home alone, waiting patiently for her boyfriend to come home.

As she lay in her PJs she heard the front door open and footsteps approaching her room. When her door opened, she lifted the blanket up so he could crawl in with her.

“Hello.” She said as his face hit the pillow beside her. He let out a little laugh before responding.

“Hi. I’ve missed this.” He said sweetly. She smiled at the sentiment, and was overcome with her feelings.

“Steve…” She said, not sadly but more yearning.

“What my dear?” His voice laced with a little worry.

“I used to feel so scared to fall for someone but…but with you…fuck. With you, it’s like I’m jumping into freefall with no net. And I’m just…I’m just a little scared you’re gonna leave me.”

“Hey hey hey, I’m not gonna leave you, I can promise you that. After the shit with Nancy, I-uh-I never thought that I would feel like…this. I…I love you Y/N.” He said, looking deep into her eyes and placing a gentle hand to her cheek.

“I love you Steve.” She wasn’t scared with Steve, she felt the happiest with him and she knew that falling for him wasn’t even over yet. She loved him and he loved her, and frankly, that was all she was worried about.  

[hops-hunny]

Not Enough Parties

Pairing: Blaise Zabini x Reader

Pronouns: He/Him

Word Count: 1.7k

Request: “hello! Can I request a blaise x male reader for your 300 celebration? Fluff please! With the prompts “Hey sir!” “I’m so smitten with you and everyone knows it.” “

Summary: Drunk words are truly sober thoughts.

Warnings: Underage drinking?? Mentions of sex (not the reader or blaise), shit parents.

A/N: I’m so sorry that it’s so short. Ik it’s only 1.7k words but I promise it’s good! I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it.

21."I'm so smitten with you and everyone knows it."

42. “Heyy sir!”

(Y/n) was a naturally outgoing person. No matter the size of the party, big or small, you could find him on the dance floor, dancing his little heart out. Sure he wasn’t any good at it, but his energy was such a positive thing that everyone around him would encourage him. He also was popular. Not because of anything wrong nor did he have to social climb to get to the top. People loved him because of his bright and sunny deposition and his kind heart. Combine that with a handsome face and you’ve got yourself a bit of a star amongst the students of Hogwarts. 

However he was a charmer. He’d use his sweet talk and smooth tongue to get himself into situations but also to climb right out of them too. He never really flirted with anyone unless the promise of getting something was there as well too. Or at least that’s what he thought until he met him. Blaise Zabini. At first, Blaise made him feel weak in the knees. Who didn’t feel weak in the knees around him? He was gorgeous, sculpted from perfection in every way, shape, and form. Piercing eyes that would stare right into your soul and could spot your bullshit from a mile away. Not to mention how mysterious he was. He had an aloof and stoic presence around him that drew (Y/n) in. He wanted to know more.

However, he wasn’t good at that. Although (Y/n) had a ton of friends - great ones might he add- he could never find himself able to get close to them. Sure people knew him and even things about him but people didn’t really know him for who he was. Although he was a very bright and kind person, he had a bit of sadness within himself. When you spend so much time around others, constantly speaking with them and learning about them, you start to lose who you are along the way. Who even was he anymore? Sometimes after a long night of partying he’d look into the mirror and not have an inkling of who he was looking at.  Not to mention how his parents felt about him.

(Y/n) loved his parents dearly but they had a tendency to ignore who he was and try to raise him to be something else. Both his parents were very successful people both in the muggle world and the wizarding world as well. They were two of the highest paid doctors in the muggle world and that skill most certainly transferred over, leaving them among the elite. He hated having to shmooze and talk to all the rich snooty slytherin children whose heads were so far up their parents asses that it wasn’t funny. He spent most of the parties having his parents make up lies or brag about accomplishments that he had achieved so long ago. Why did they feel the need to lie? Couldn’t he as who he was now be enough. Sure his grades weren’t the highest, he had no musical skills, and his fencing was subpar but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be proud of the boy he had grown to be. But everytime he found himself sinking deeper into his thoughts at these ritzy stuffy balls, Blaise was always right there to save him. That’s why he liked Blaise. He admired how he could easily fit in with the prats but then sneak off and have a fun time celebrating at parties in the Gryffindor common room. Once again, he was at one of these dreaded events.

“Ah, Mr and Mrs.(L/n)! What a pleasure it is to see you.” The man said, bowing as he placed a hand over his chest. He side eyed (Y/n) secretly, shooting him a wink. (Y/n) bit back a smile, continuing to watch the boy interact with his ‘parents’. Blaise grabbed the woman’s gloved hand, placing a kiss on it. He rolled his eyes at her unnecessary amount of laughter.

“Blaise! How nice to see you again. To what do we owe the pleasure?” He bit back a complaint at his mother’s shrill voice. He pretended to gag some, stopping when she stepped on him in an attempt to silence him. He straightened up before clearing his throat, looking up to see the taller boy was already staring at him.

“I was wondering if I could take (Y/n) off your hands here. I know he can be quite the handful.” he chuckled out, smiling at the boy as he gave him a scowl. His parents chortled in laughter, his mother playfully hitting the boys shoulder.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it..” she trailed off, taking a big swig of champagne as she looked away from her son. ‘Bitch’ he thought but was interrupted as his father cleared his throat loudly shooting him a knowing glance. Right, he forgot he was a skilled legilimens.

“I think it’d be best if you did take him for a bit. We’re probably boring him to death, right son?” His father asked lightheartedly. However, (Y/n) just shot him a glare before flashing him a fake smile.

“You bet you are dad!” he said in an overly happy tone. Before the situation could escalate, Blaise grabbed his arm dragging him off but not before offering them a quick “thank you”. He looked up at the taller boy, a glare still present on his face from his time around his parents.

“You are the worst.” he laughed out as they got to the garden. (Y/n) sighed, walking around some as he took in some much needed fresh air. He took in a deep breath before opening his eyes. Turning around, he grabbed the bottle of fire whiskey from Blaise, taking a few huge gulps, wincing at the burn.

“Yeah, yeah. Where’d you get this?” he started off, handing the bottle back to the boy who gladly accepted it. “Also where’s Dray? I thought for sure you’d be with him.”

“Probably off banging it out with Parkinson. Goyle gave it to me. He brought it when he came to tell me a few of the other kids here are throwing a little party of their own over there.” He said, motioning a large umber hand towards the forest. The (h/c) haired boy’s eyes lit up at the mentions of a party. He took his blazer off, throwing it on the ground along with his tie as he began to walk off.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go! They had the right idea slipping out of this overpriced torture event.” Blaise simply chuckled at the boy as he shook his head before he took off his own blazer and tie, chasing after him so he could lead him the right way. Although (Y/n) didn’t really need his help, he had a sixth sense for sniffing out parties.

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An hour and way too many solo cups full of alcohol later, Blaise and (Y/n) were completely and utterly wasted. However, that didn’t stop him. (Y/n) was having the time of his life, dancing the night away. Although he usually hated hanging out with these prats any other time, he had to admit they knew how to throw a good party for a bunch of stuck up rich fucks. It was nothing compared to the Gryffindor parties back at Hogwarts but with a few more shots it very well could be. He let his eyes flicker across the outskirts of the party before they landed on a familiar pair of brown ones. Blaise had opted on sitting out since he claimed to be not much of a dancer, but that wasn’t going to stop (Y/n). He had a large drunk smile as he walked over to his equally as drunk friend.

“Heyy sir! Come dance with me!” he said, dancing to emphasize what he was saying. Blaise chuckled before nodding his head lazily. (Y/n) pouted, stumbling forward into the man’s arms. “Whaaa? Why not! Aww come on. Pleasee?” he whined out, laying his head on the male’s shoulder. Blaise was quiet for a minute before dragging him over to the dance floor. (Y/n) cheered loudly, jumping to the beat of the song as Blaise joined him. Although he wasn’t a great dancer, his friend who ‘wasn’t much of a dancer’ sure in the fuck was. He let his mouth hang open, watching as his friend moved and swerved his body expertly to the beat before shooting him a wink. (Y/n) was in shock. “You bloody liar!”

Blaise began to laugh at that, running as his shorter friend chased him. The two began to laugh together as they fell on the forest floor. It was as if everything and nothing was funny at the same time. One would say something stupid and the other would laugh along to it. “W-wanna hear something funny?” he wheezed out, staring into the boy’s (e/c) eyes. “I'm so smitten with you and everyone knows it.” he let out a loud laugh as the other boy joined him. The both began to cackle wildly. Tears of laughter spilled out of both their eyes as they continued to cackle.

“W-wanna hear something funnier? I’ve had a crush on you since 3rd year and you didn’t even notice!” he said, snorting as his laughing fit carried on. The laughter died down after a long while as they began to sober up, processing what they had both said. “How didn’t you notice? I made it obvious.” he grumbled, looking up at the boy. Blaise’s eyes widened, searching for any sign of lying in the boy’s words.

“I...don’t know honestly. I mean, you’re always flirting with people so I assumed you were just joking as usual. You didn’t think to just, I don’t know, tell me like a normal person?” he teased, smiling as the boy punched his shoulder.

“Blaise Zabini, do you understand how scary you are?! What do you mean why didn’t I tell you? Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, scooting closer to him. Their knees touched as they set across from one another. Blaise shrugged before scooting his face closer to his.

“Doesn’t matter now. Since you’re mine, I can do this.” Before the boy could speak, he leaned forward kissing him. The kiss was soft and gentle compared to the bass of the music that blared in the distance. The (y/h/h) boy kissed back, climbing into the boy’s lap which prompted him to wrap his arms around him securely.

The old saying was true, drunk confessions are just sober thoughts.

[kingreywrites]

Beyond Those Trees

Fandom: Tangled

Word Count: 2263

Eugene Appreciation Week Day One: Childhood

Summary: When he was five, Eugene climbed a tree.

Note: i am very very weak for orphanage stories so here is a self-indulgent one asfhdghj also i generally hc that lance grew up for a few years with his parents before losing them (around the time he was six or seven) and then going to the orphanage and meeting eugene, which is why he won't really be there because they haven’t met yet ;;

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When he was five, Eugene climbed a tree. 

He shouldn't have climbed that tree. He knew the matrons at the orphanage would be mad at him, and tell him that he was causing trouble again, that he should stop making it more difficult on them by being up to no good all the time. Something like that, at least; he heard the sermon often enough. 

But, for all that they hated when he did stupid stuff, it wasn't like the matrons paid much attention to him in the first place. Not enough to stop him, in any case. As long as they didn't know, it would be fine, and Eugene knew they wouldn't notice anything if he did it before they checked where he was. So he left the orphanage right after lunch, went to the big old tree not too far at the edge of the village, and decided to climb it. He saw the older boys do it a few days before - they weren't his friends, and so he had been too shy to join them, but now he knew how to do it, and he wasn't gonna wait anymore. 

He wanted to do the same thing as Flynnigan Rider on the cover of his favourite book, the one he was painstakingly learning to read with. On it, the adventurer stood tall on the branch of a tree, looking towards the sun rising on the horizon. The rays of sunlight were the same colour as his treasure, and the golden accents were in relief - Eugene had traced them with his finger time and time again, yearning for a life like this one.

So Eugene climbed a tree. It wasn't too hard, and he was very proud of himself, because he knew the older boys had needed each other to get up there, but he had done it all alone. He reached the thickest branch he could see, stood up tall, and... well, Vardaros was not as pretty as the city drawn on his book, and the sun wasn't exactly rising, but it still looked wicked cool, in his own words.

If you had asked him then, he would have said that this was the best moment of his life.

He was bored after exactly four minutes. To be fair, there wasn't much to do on a tree, and he really wanted to go tell everyone about what he did - except the matrons, of course. Anyway, he reasoned, Flynnigan probably didn't stay there long either, instead running off to go on new adventures, which was exactly what Eugene was going to do. 

Eugene looked down. 

Climbing had taken him mere minutes. He had been so focused on his goal that he did not even stop to think about the height, or anything, really. But he looked down, and suddenly the distance to the ground was nauseating, and the closest branch seemed miles away. Leaning on the trunk, feeling small, Eugene shakily tried to extend his foot towards it, before immediately giving up. 

He... He was scared. 

As he remembers it today, the tree was the tallest thing he had ever seen, reaching towards the sky, nearly on par with the clouds. When he came back during his teenage years - when Eugene wasn't his name anymore and his dreams had drastically changed - he saw the tree again, and realised that it was simply a sad, old tree, who wasn't even that tall compared to those in Corona's luxurious forests.

But he had been five. He had been five, and little, and scared, so he had decided to stay on the tree, and wait for someone to notice his absence. Wait for someone to come help him. 

And he waited. And he waited. 

The sunset had been prettier, bathing the entire town in red and golden light, just like on his book. He hadn't really appreciated it. 

(When he tells this story, he always acts as if he had tried to distract himself, and that was it. He doesn't talk about the tears, and the heart wrenching loneliness he had felt, certain in that way kids were that this was permanent.) 

Exhaustion and fear got the best of him, and he fell asleep. When he woke up, he was still here, and no one had come. 

The sun was rising this time. Eugene got up, looked down, and something clicked for him. No one would come. He was cold, and scared, and hungry too, but no one would come, and so there was only one person who could save him. Only one daring adventurer, ready to brave his fear and save the day.

He tried to convince himself that this hero was him. Despite how terrified he felt, he was an adventurer, he was just like Flynnigan Rider, and Flynnigan never backed down when faced with a challenge.

"If it's not possible, it's not worth doing," he muttered, before jumping to the nearest branch.

Miraculously, he reached it. The same couldn't be said for the next branch, and he fell heavily to the ground.

He remembers pain exploding in his arm, staying on the ground for a long, long time, and then making his way back painfully, stomach growling loudly.

"Eugene?"

Rapunzel's voice breaks him out of his narration, and he looks at her, squeezing her hand lightly. They're both sitting in the special spot he found on the roof, an easily accessible ledge giving one of the best views on Corona.

"Yeah?"

"You said… You said this was a funny story," she remarks, tone hesitant, uselessly tucking a strand of her short hair behind her ear.

"It is!" he exclaims. "After spending all day and night away, I was so sure I would find the orphanage in absolute chaos that the whole way back I prepared a lie about going to fight off bandits or something. Imagine my surprise when not only no one had noticed I was gone, but the adults were even mad at me because I was late for my chores!"

He chuckles, and stops when he sees the lack of amusement in Rapunzel's eyes.

"It's funny because… I was being overdramatic?" he tries. Her frown deepens. "Guess you had to be there…"

"You were five," she protests. She's the one who takes his hand this time, an intensity he hadn't expected in her eyes. "You were five, and alone, and- no one cared you were gone?"

He opens his mouth, and closes it, unsure how to proceed. That wasn't the reaction he had expected. And, in all honesty, the way she said it did make the story sound sad, but it wasn't! He… They cared, he thinks, they would have if they had noticed because, at the very least, they would be in trouble with the law if they had lost a kid. They cared… They simply didn't know he had left.

"I got up to a lot of mischief at the time," he finally answers. "They were busy, and probably assumed I was out causing trouble."

Rapunzel stays silent after that. She holds his hand on her lap, and gently rests her head on his shoulder, while they both look at the view. The sun is setting on the horizon, bright and burning, the entire town glowing orange because of it.

Eugene sighs, and finally rests his head on top of hers, enjoying the soft brush of her hair against his cheek. Maybe this story isn't as funny as he remembers it. He's good at turning every little anecdote into something grandiose, entertaining whoever is willing to listen with his lively retelling, but… It's different, with Rapunzel. Everything is.

There's no hesitation to have when he says she cares, for one. Maybe she shouldn't, but she does, more than anyone ever did. She's also the first person in his life he doesn't want to lie to. The first person he doesn't feel like he has to lie to. She saw the worst of him already, saw how much of a selfish, useless jerk he could be, and she… she still loves him, for some reason. It's difficult to phantom, sometimes, and in the last month since their first meeting, Eugene kept worrying that he would wake up someday, and this dream would have ended as quickly as it started.

He's used to being forgotten, after all.

"I think we'd have been friends," Rapunzel whispers, interrupting his thoughts. "If we met, as kids. I think we'd have been friends."

"I was a troublemaker," he breathes out softly, still resting on her, "Sometimes, I acted out some scenes from my books, and it often ended with broken windows. You probably would have found me annoying."

"Oh I don't know, I think I would have enjoyed acting out those scenes with you, Mr Troublemaker," Rapunzel teased. "Though… Maybe you wouldn't have liked me. I was a bit of a crybaby when I was a kid, and not a great adventurer."

For a second, Eugene is glad she can't see him, because he knows his sadness for her must show. His heart tightens each time she mentions her childhood, and he remembers how lonely she had been, all alone in her tower.

"I would have loved you," is all he answers, and it's not even a lie. There's no universe in which he doesn't like Rapunzel, he's pretty sure of that, and even then… He had loved the younger kids, at the time. When he grew up a little, got over his tree adventure, and decided that he wasn't gonna be like the older kids he had known - he had read them stories, and had helped the new kids adapt, and had felt both happy and sad when they got adopted, and he inevitably wasn't.

And then… Then he started stealing, and it all went downhill from there.

"I would have loved you too," Rapunzel echoes, a bit too intensely. "We would have played together all the time, and- And I would have noticed that you were gone. I would have helped you come down from that tree."

They're still hugging. Still looking at the view, though Eugene is not seeing much of it, too focused on her words. He wants to joke that she couldn't have been more than one year old at the time, that she would have had trouble doing anything, but the deflection doesn't feel right. She's squeezing his hand tight, and he understands what she's trying to say, understands what she's trying to make him see.

"I know," he whispers, because he does. He knows she cares about him. He knows- He knows she wouldn't forget him. As much as he worries, deep down he knows she loves him, because she tells him and shows him in every little moment.

Rapunzel shifts, and they finally meet each other's eyes again.

"Do you know how I found you here?" she asks.

"Uh…" Eugene hesitates, thrown off by the subject change.

To be perfectly honest, he had come here because he was bored out of his mind, since Rapunzel was taken by her princess lessons, and no one really cared where he went as long as he didn't cause trouble. And then, all alone here with the sun shining warmly on his face, and the ledge offering more than enough space to stretch, Eugene had simply… fallen asleep.

Before waking up to Rapunzel curiously peering down at him, which surprised him so much it nearly made him fall off the roof. Thankfully, she had quick reflexes, and caught him, but she had looked spooked and he had wanted to make her feel better, thus the tree story he had been reminded of with this adventure.

"Usually, when my lessons are over, you always manage to find me and let me talk to you about my day, or try to take me on a date even when Cassandra says we can't, or… Well," Rapunzel chuckles softly, "what I mean is that you're always there. And today… Today you weren't."

"Oh," he breathes out.

"Cass said there was no reason to worry, and I knew she was right, but- but what if, you know? What if you were in trouble, or what if you had gotten hurt somewhere and couldn't come, or- or… I was worried," she sighs, looking down.

Gently, he put his hand on her chin, and made her raise her head again. The thing is, he does know what she was talking about. That worry gnawing at his insides every time he can't find her, and doesn't know where she is, he understands that all too well.

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay," she immediately corrects. "I simply… I notice your absence. Always, all the time, I notice when you are there or not, and I care about that. If… If you ever were in trouble, if you ever disappeared, I would find you, I promise."

When he sees the honesty in her eyes, Eugene thinks back to that little kid crying all alone on the branch of a too big tree. He thinks about him, growing up, meeting people he loved, finding a best friend in Lance, and yet continuing to ruin all of that little by little, because he was so sure the only way to carve his place in this world was by doing it alone.

He had been an idiot, he knows.

"I know you would, Sunshine," Eugene says. "I would too." Because now that they have each other, he knows that, no matter what, they will never let the other feel lonely ever again.

[honestsycrets]

Never and Always II: A Cold Bath.

❛ pairing | ivar x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | hvitserk wants to take an ice bath. oleg questions the reader about england.

❛  tags | verbal arguments, fear of Ivar, reader attempts to jump in sea, athelstansdaughter!reader, possible triangles, ivar isn’t the villain, implied previous ivar x reader, nsfw-borederline, oblivious hvitserk

The ice is frosty under your ass. A circle of ice had been cut, as you were told, for Oleg’s beautiful wife. After she was done with it, Hvitserk had this great idea. He slung his forest green tunic to the ground and unraveled his pants, all while you held your face between your fingertips. His hands ran together as he warmed himself up from the cold that slurried through the air toward his pale cheeks.

“What are you hiding for?” he laughs.

He’s in. You hear his body dip in-- but more than that, you feel his large hands on your calves, working up your dress from your knees. You squeak and peek through your eyes. His broad shoulders look… you gasp in a breath. He’s beautiful under the warm light of your room, when he’s pulling on his tunic, but better like this. When his blotchy and black tattoos are complemented by the frosty air. His hacksilver pendant rests on his hirsute chest. Just waiting for you to join in.

“Hvitserk, don’t--” you squeak, finding that his hands have left for the many ties on your sides. “I don’t have anything under this!”

He glances around. The unmoving guards are turned around. Like anyone would care to watch you. You might be a princess: but you’re far removed from the lines of royalty by which name you claimed.

“Since when have you cared?” Hvitserk mumbles, working them free. “Lift your hips.”

You obey. He adds another piece of clothing to the pile to the left of him, averting his eyes to yours. Was he looking? As Hvitserk offers up his battle-worn hands to yours, you realize he isn’t. He helps you scoot off the ledge and into the waiting waters-- and into his arms. Your chest bumps into his, cool waters hardening your nipples into erect peaks.

“It’s cold--” you excuse, setting your hand on top of his chest for support. You can’t help yourself: you swathe your fingers over his hacksilver pendant, tracing the golden corners of it nestled between golden hairs. His eyes linger on your finger. “I’m surprised you still have this.”

“Why?”

You press your lips together. “Paris was a long time ago, Hvitserk.”

He urges you back against the wall of ice to allow for some well-deserved distance between your bodies. You’re at a lack for his warmth, the way his hairy chest felt against your breast, or the way you had to ignore his nether regions as he swam in place.

“Not in my mind. In my mind, it was a day ago,” Hvitserk reaches for a pitcher of mead. How it isn’t iced over by now, you’re not sure. He gives you a cup and takes one for himself. “Have you and Ivar…”

“No,” you cut him off. “Not after he left my room.”

He drinks a full swash, bouncing between his pale cheeks before swallowing. You flush. “He hasn’t forgiven you.”

More than me, you’re reminded. The way his nostrils flared or heat behind his dark eyes. You’re a long way from Kattegat, but what happened… it’s there with you. You turn over in the icy pool and allow your hips to float freely while in thought. More than Ivar.

“He’ll get over it, Thor willing.”

Hvitserk joins you and finishes his drink. “We all thought he would marry you.”

You pour yourself another drink. “He proposed to me.”

“And you said…?”

You bore into the reflection of the cup.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Very well,” Hvitserk sighed, shifting himself around. With his back to the ice, he settles his arms back on the wall to balance himself. “You shouldn’t wear those rags from home. They do nothing for your body.”

The rags from home were safe. The clothes that Katya had given you were… showy. They were meant to make a spectacle. While here among the Rus, that was not what you wanted to do. You peer over to Hvitserk, “What would you know of my body?”

“I know you’ve filled out,” Hvitserk answers with his head tipped back. He lifts his head again, moving to sock your arm with his closed fist. “You should flaunt it. We might need a woman’s touch with Oleg.”

“I plan to keep myself as far away from that dog as possible.” You snap, turning your face down into your arm. Whatever the reason Hvitserk wanted you to dress more… alluringly, it was wrapped in political conquest. He noticed your body and yet, the moment that you waited for? It was… bittersweet. It was a pawn in the game of chess. “He has plenty of whores.”

“Not English princesses,” Hvitserk says pointedly.

“I am not English. I am heathen,” you splash your drink in his face. Hvitserk flicks his head to the side and then up. In that short expanse of time, you’ve pulled yourself out of the water. He watches as you snatch your brown bag of a dress and yank it over your head. “And you are a fool to think otherwise.”

“Princess,” he reaches out, catching your thigh in his sturdy grip. He applies an amazing amount of pressure to keep you in place until he can slip between your legs, floating whilst you pull the dress down. “I know I am, but I am a fool who wants to keep you alive.”

You slide out from underneath him. You could do that yourself.

Your little servant knew you hated the dress. Not minding that your legs were accustomed to slacks or that… your usual staples were drab. She was in tune with every instance of uncertainty you had. She’s a mouse of a girl, small but soft and loving. Her soft brown eyes pale and her body thin, she makes herself smaller when Hvitserk enters the room.

“What do you think?” you ask her honest opinion, spinning in place, and stopping to look at the woman in the mirror. She’s foreign to you. You gestured to your gown. “You think the boys will approve?”

She clasps her hands together, nodding with a bob of her long veil. She grins a wide gap-toothed smile.

“Why don’t you speak?” you ask her. “Are you mute?”

You swap a look as Hvitserk bounces past the wooden room divider and seizes your wrist. You had questions the girl whose presence flooded the room like a shadow and yet still slept in a bed near the door.

“There you are. You took my advice,” there’s a slight pause, then a smile. “Come, Ivar is waiting for us to say hello to Prince Oleg and his wife. Is this gold?”

There’s only so much you can ask of your Hvitserk now that he was awake and well. Apparently asking that he be attentive was too much to ask of him. His mind is constantly running; even when he is quiet.

“Yes, I think so.”

“It’s nice,” he remarks of the dress. You don’t know why you expected more. Or why it hurt when he glazed it over so easily. As though it meant nothing to him when it felt like it should have meant something. Of course, it meant nothing, you reminded yourself. He didn’t know it should mean something.

“I will see you soon,” you call back to your slave girl. She waves curtly and picks up the strewn clothes around the room.

The floors in Oleg’s castle seem to stretch for miles. All virtually the same; minus the change in the appearance of the guard. Some tall, some short. They all have the same dark hair and hard black eyes. You fiddle with the pendant of Thor that hands above your chest at Ivar’s room. Hvitserk dips inside, and moments later, appears with your once-was lover.

Ivar seems to wear all the same clothes. Baggy, ill-formed, horrendously brown. If you had to see Ivar in brown, you preferred the tunics from home. Shaped to his muscular arms, the neck slightly pulled apart, with a view of his muscular chest and the proud pendant of Thor, that matched your own, beating on his chest.

“--The dress.”

“I’m sorry?” you spoke, moistening your lips for the memory. Talk of this horrendous gown tips you off to Ivar’s voice. You lifted your head from staring at the intricate, but ugly ties at his chest to look him in the eye. He leans in and bumps into your chest.

“You look beautiful in the dress.”

Ivar always noticed you. The warmth that flooded your face wasn’t exactly something that you could withhold, not when he met your eyes with such force. He brought his hand up to your anxious fiddling and forced it to still.

“Thank you.”

“So then why would you wear it, uh?” he asks next. His nose scrunches up, bearing his gleaming white teeth.

“What?”

“He is a womanizer and here you are,” his head tilts to the side, rounding out. Here he goes. You can’t suppress your eyes rolling up as his hand twirls up your side, condescending: just like Bjorn. “--dressed in gold silks and a glistening crown. Calling for his attention! Do you not know the value of a plain dress?”

Hvitserk remains as still as the guards behind him.

“Hvitserk told me to dress up,” you hiss back. “Is that not enough?”

“Hvitserk--” Ivar bobbles his head, rolling his eyes in mimicry. “What does Hvitserk know of men? He does not even know what he wants most days.”

You let out your suppressed breath and pick up your skirts. By all appearances, Ivar was maintaining his image. He lurches out to seize your arm, stopping you in place from storming off back down the halls.

“I don’t say these things to--” Ivar breaks into a huff of air, “I say them to keep us safe. If we were home, you could wear whatever you wanted and it would not be an issue. Now stop making that face.”

“It is my face. What would you have me do?” you arch your brows up at him, challenging his words with a soft gleam in your eyes. “Wear a bag and pretend to be a proper Saxon girl?”

“You’re too mouthy for that. We could never fool Oleg like that.”

“The guards have already seen her,” Hvitserk leans forward. “Let her wear it.”

The weight of Ivar’s eyes fall upon you like iron weights. You remain voiceless when he turns on his brother like a snake, Ivar rules his lower lip in between his teeth. Then out. His expression remains hooded and dark as he starts down the hall. “This is your fault.”  

The dress does not inspire many friends. It’s soft golden silk contrasts against brilliant sapphire blue. With its long waterfall sleeves and cinched waist, you should have a family of admirers. Instead, you have a proud dog and a scowling ex-lover. Oleg hums and prompts your name.

“I have recently heard you are a princess. An English princess.”

Here you go.

“Where did you hear that?” You can play along, despite the words that had seized up the contents of your belly. Ivar was right. This was a game. Your mouth was dry with apprehension for his response.

“I’ve foreseen it,” he says sharply. Or on the lips of his guards. “I’ve not come by the manner in which my beloved Ivar came upon you so haply.”

“He didn’t. His father Ragnar and his dearest friend, my father, Athelstan did,” you told the prince in punctuated words. “My mother Judith abandoned me with them. She knew I would not survive in Wessex.”

“As a baby?”

“Yes,” you say. “But I am a heathen.”

“I’ve no doubt of that. I know a heathen when I see one. Tell me of this-- Alfred the Great.”

“I know nothing of him,” you rap your knuckles over the table. “Only that he is my twin.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing. I was raised by a boatbuilder, you see. Ragnar’s cruel punishment.” You wish that he would stop asking you so many questions. It was a long time since you dreamed of England and the family that you could have had. Maybe, you could have met Ivar there. He would have hated you.

“And of England?”

“You should ask Ivar. I’ve never been.”

He leans back in his chair.

“That is fine. It has been a long day-- and I anticipate, a longer night. I hope you enjoyed your ice bath with Hvitserk.” In that split second, Ivar turned his head over toward you. The pain resurfaces a power you never knew you had over him. Regret hits you like a shield on the battlefield, forcing you to lurch in your chair, setting a hand on his thigh. Ivar’s eye snaps down to your hand over his calibers.

“What bath?”

Oleg chuckles, warm and cruel. “They bathed together in Katya’s pool. Did they not tell you?”

His head hangs, focused on your delicate palm over his firm thigh. Out of the corner of his eye, his raw stare centered on you. You have noting to be ashamed about. You were not his anymore. You had no reason to feel as if you had, yet again, betrayed Ivar the Boneless. You had done nothing wrong!

Oleg snatches the cloth to clean his face. He wipes crumbles from his beard and drops the cloth on the plate. He excuses himself with his young wife. “Let us talk of England tomorrow, Ivar. I am— interested.”

“Ivar--” your voice sounds small. Too small for a woman whose life was once wound up in being on the battlefield beside a man like Ivar the Boneless. You feel small as you struggle to explain, swirling in a whirlpool of thought. Ivar throws off your hand from his thigh and closes his eyes. With one smooth inhale and exhale of breath, he stands up. He doesn’t have to ask Igor to stand up either. The future grand prince is up, trailing his steps, a puppy after the larger dog that might as well be his father.

“You should go to him.” Hvitserk breaks the silence after Ivar’s thrumming steps fizzled out. “Explain that it wasn’t what he thinks it is.”

That earlier that day, you hadn’t felt a zing of excitement when Hvitserk’s naked chest bumped into yours. That attention of his you craved-- it was nothing. Hvitserk’s hands are turned over his clothed chest now. You try to swallow your pride.

“He knows what it is,” you turn your face toward Hvitserk. Oleg’s many servants pick half eaten gold dishes from the table in front of you. Your eyes pricked as you ran your hands together. Your gown feels somewhat hotter, somewhat harder to stand in. Hvitserk tilts his head slightly. Something wasn’t right.

“Knows what-- what is?” Hvitserk asked.

You’re a coward. If you were half the man that Ivar was, you would be able to tell Hvitserk your deepest, newly realized secret. The air in your chest was punched out. You couldn’t, not now. It aches a whole in your chest. “It’s nothing. I should go.”

You walk back to your room with a knot greater than any battle had given you. You knew why; that your stomach was unsettled by Oleg’s push for England and its riches. The rich green soil and lapping beaches that Ragnar would tell you about. Back when you wondered of whom you came from. Who was Judith? Or Alfred? The thoughts were painful to recall as the child that had been so easily sent away. The door beside you whirled open. A hand launched out and yanked you into the dark room. The buckles alerted you to Ivar’s presence.

“Ivar?”

“Hush,” the door whizzed closed again. It falls with a heart shattering clank against its hinges. You wait til the noise outside the door has settled to walk toward a singular chair among blonde furs. It looks like home. You take a seat and wait for the impending ass whipping you anticipate is careening your way. In its place, Ivar snakes forth.

“He will want to fight Alfred.”

You tilt your head. “And? What concern is that of mine?”

“You know why.”

In the West, where your brother was, you would be faced with the obligation to fight one way or another. Surely Oleg knew your reputation for fighting with the brothers. But you could not-- imagine taking the life of your brother. Even if you did not know his quality.

“It won’t be an issue unless you make it one.”

“Hm,” Ivar reaches out. You jerk back, allowing his hand to curl back in. As his hand becomes a fist, he nods through his thoughts. “Then you had better not betray me a third time.”

“I wasn’t aware there was a second.”

He slips open the door.

“You’re running away, again?”

There’s a moment-- when you think he’ll just smile and close the door behind him. After all, with Hvitserk’s rantings and ravings, it was very easy to do so. You want him the rejection that will follow. Rather, Ivar stabs the ground and maneuvers around to face your accusation.

“I wish you the best in your first marriage with my own flesh and blood,” he mocks, spreading his hand out in half of a bow. “Good night, Princess.”

He might as well have said bitch.

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[prose-for-hire]

So wrong it’s right

Part 2 // Part 3

Pairing: Angel x vamp!reader

Request: (Sorry if I make a mistake, English is my second language) Will you make a story with a somewhat villain reader (but shes not exactly evil) that keeps helping Angel out because she likes him and in the start he wont trust her but one day they kiss and Angel becomes confused about how he feels? I hope that makes sense. If I didn’t explain it well please don't feel you need to write it you can ignore this.

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Violence/fighting. Swearing.

A/N: This is the kind of fic I LOVE to write. I enjoyed myself with this one !! 💜

You weren’t well-liked in LA. The ‘good guys’ hated you, trying to stake you at any second and the ‘bad guys’ despised you. Both felt this for the way that you made decisions based on how you felt. No allegiance to good or evil. No atonement or evil plotting. You served neither the powers or dark forces. This was a fluid and extremely ambiguous way to live, which brought suspicion with you wherever you went. But you were nothing if not authentic to your beliefs. You just weren’t really sure what those beliefs were yet.

In any case, you didn’t much care for world domination nor did you hang out in particularly damp underground hovels that you wouldn’t even bury your dog in, let alone spend precious years of your un-life.

LA had a certain draw to you, it was a hub. A beating heart of life that helped you thrive in a way you had only dreamed of when you really were alive. But most importantly, it wasn’t a backwater little town. The type that always seemed to harbour Hellmouths. They seemed a little boring to you anyway.

Yeah, it holds all the supernatural power hotspots you could wish for, but at what cost? Everyone knew everyone’s business and there was such a large amount of demons concentrated in one area it was hard to navigate without bumping into several ex-lovers. Not to mention there was a higher chance of a Slayer on your back.

Now, just because you weren’t ‘evil’, that wasn’t to say you lived in the light. For one, you couldn’t. You would die… again. But also, you weren’t exactly chafing at the bit to do as the powers said. They couldn’t simultaneously damn you to hell when you got dusted whilst enticing you with some long-winded and ultimately unnecessary prophecy that gave you the one thing you were scared of. Hope.

You didn’t have a soul, and you didn’t care for gaining one. Not through a curse and even less through fighting for one yourself. This is why one vampire didn’t like you. He didn’t trust you and definitely never cut you a break.

The fact was, he barely looked your way. Unless you were stood in his path. And you had, a few times. He was convinced you had some ulterior motive but had little time for you until you turned into a bigger threat.

That was, up until the last few months. You had started to catch his attention more and more. You had been fighting, again. In the back room of some seedy bar. Trading blows, neither of you holding back. The real threat long since dusted. It was just gone three in the morning, a time you liked to be home. Just in case of a freak early sunrise (you had heard horrible things of whole towns of vampires wiped out suddenly).

You were fighting, hard. He never left it. He just couldn’t walk away. You were after the same stupid vampire. Yes, you had been after him because he owed you a large sum of money and around five Siamese cats, but the end was the same. You twisted from his firm grasp, throwing him over your head. He landed but didn’t stay down. He ran at you, pushing you back and slamming you against the door. Almost through it. He grabbed a stake and flipped it up in the air before expertly catching it, looking back in your eyes.

There was almost a flicker of danger. A flicker of all the stories you had heard of Angelus. There was something there, some kind of feeling and it got you excited. Up until this point, his face had been pretty unmoving every time you saw him. The stake dug into your chest, directly over your unbeating heart. You couldn’t help but enjoy the way his eyes scanned your face. Moving from your lips to your eyes and back again. He was so close you could just lean in and… no. Eye on the prize, you tell yourself. You would settle for a quip charged with at least a little sexual tension. On your end, at least.

“You gonna keep waving that thing around or are you going to actually do something with it?” You bite, breathing heavily a smile on your face. You didn’t need to breathe but it was still a habit.

“Why’re you here, huh? Why are you always around when something bad happens?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Now I’m never getting those fucking Siamese” You muttered as he scowled at you. You were going to threaten him one more time before staking him. He rolled his eyes, you were worse than spike. At least he had a soul. Wanted one. You were content with your lot and it bugged him to no end.

“You know, I think I might enjoy this” Angel said stoically.

“Watch out, you don’t want to get too happy” You teased with a smile, everyone knew about Angel – word travels fast even here, “Or maybe you do. You might be more fun, to be honest”

These was the last words he expected to hear from you, you were younger than him by a mile. He was used to vampires pretty easily going down. He moved his arm back, directing the wooden stake straight for your heart. In the same second, you changed into your vamp face and propelled your head forwards. Your hand twisted his wrist trying to knock the stake from his hand as you propelled your ridged forehead towards him. Headbutting him with all of your strength.

The stake pierced your skin, but luckily (or unluckily it still hurt like anything) it was stabbed into your left arm which made you yelp. You yelped almost as much as Angel in his surprise as his nose started to bleed. It was enough to stun him, letting you run off with the stake still sticking out of your arm as you took a short cut to your destination.

Angel walked back to the hotel slowly, pinching his nose and wiping the blood on his sleeve. He took the long route back, not wanting to have to tell the others that he had lost in a fight with a vampire who was probably half his age. When he returned Cordelia rushed over to him, helping him to sit down. The entire team was there, waiting up for him. Fantastic, now he would have to tell them.

“Oh, uh, Angel?” Fred asked softly, “This was left for you – on your desk”

He turned and there it was. The stake that had been embedded in your arm the last he saw you. You must have travelled fast to get there before he did. He took it as an act of aggression, especially when he read the note attached.

‘Until we meet again, sweet Angel’

“Is this your slayer friend?” Fred asked, looking down at the floor. She had taken somewhat of a shine to Angel and may have been a little jealous. She had just learned what a slayer was.

“She’s a little more dramatic, a little less with the subtle” Cordelia stated, knowing for sure that the person that brought it was not Buffy. Not at all.

“Yes, I recall the young woman is about as subtle as a brick” Wes chuckled softly, reminiscing over his brief stint as a watcher.

“No. it wasn’t her” Angel confirmed, turning and scowling, “Wes, I need everything you can find on a vamp. Name’s y/n”

“Y/n? Are you sure it is wise to, um, shake the hornets nest so to speak. They’ve done little to actively harm-” Wesley said quickly. A slightly sheepish look on his face. You had met him and helped him out several times. You often crossed paths late night at the occult book store. You weren’t afraid of losing your credibility over a little light reading.

Your intelligence was often what gave you the upper hand over many demons you came up against. Wesley was strangely fond of you, although he knew from word on the street you could be mean if something was in the way of what you wanted. He was pleasant enough although spending too long with him gave you an Englishman-induced headache. He does prattle on so. And, that phrase had been unfortunately transferred into your brain from listening to him for too long.

“Apart from, that they’re a vampire who brutally kills to eat and always seems to be in every bad situation we’ve been in recently” Angel snapped, “I want everything. By tomorrow night”

“What are you going to do?”

“Kill them”

It had been several more months and Angel had seen you several times in that period. He had yet to make good on his promise. The tension mounted, peaking every time you became close. Your back and forth riling you up, making you begin to pine for his attention.

He had noted that you had common goals, evil tended to get mowed down in your wake. Which, he couldn’t exactly complain about except that your personality was simultaneously infuriating and intriguing.

But he maintained that he didn’t like you. The way you danced through life, with no guilt. Very little self-reflection. You wouldn’t join him and that was enough, in his eyes for you to be against him.

This evening finds you on the hunt for a backstreet dealer, one that could find you an item that was particularly hard to find. Especially now Angel had a snitch on the inside, the deliveries were starting to slow. Dust couldn’t drive trucks.

You arrived at the meeting place, a dingy alleyway despite you specifically asking to meet somewhere that didn’t smell like something had died there. You had a very sensitive sense of smell.

“You got the stuff?” You asked, gesturing with your head for the demon to open the briefcase. But he snatched it from your grasp and the boss stepped from the shadows. This meant something more sinister.

“You helped him. We saw you” The scaly man with an impressively tailored suit accused.

“What?”

“Angel” He confirmed. Bad things happened to people who didn’t side with the boss. You knew this.

“I don’t pick allegiances, I told you. I’m just me” You assured them, eyes on the briefcase.

“You’re with us or you’re with him. Choose.”

“Fine.” You shrugged, the man nodded approvingly. It had been easier than he thought.

“Good, glad that you’re-” You spun into a kick, hitting his jaw which made him shut up. You hated people who gave you an ultimatum. You, for this very moment only, were on Angel’s side. Fists flying, feet connecting with hard bodies. You fought against them, hard.

More of them started to turn up. As if there had been a call. They started to surround you. You were strong, but not that strong. Your un-life flashed before your eyes. There was so much you had left to do. I mean, you had never even been to a virgin sacrifice. Never properly feasted on St Vigeous. You hadn’t even found your anti-soulmate.

You were almost ready to give up. And then he turned up. Your guardian angel.

Angel assessed the fight, realising you had been caught up. Not realising why it broke out. You fought beside each other, but traded insults with your ally. You found yourself waiting for these interactions with him. It made you smirk. This was the way you flirted.

You enjoyed this back and forth. He was starting to make you feel alive again. Begin to… hope.

The fight was finished and now all you both were was surrounded by dust. You took a breath. In name, not in action, recovering from the fight.

But he grabbed you by your shoulders, you had taken your guard down. He slammed you into the brick wall. The contact almost made you shiver as you smiled wide. You opened your mouth to speak, he was expecting it and spoke first.

“Don’t” He warned, frustrated at the way your eyes danced despite his threat.

“I’ve been waiting for this for months” You smirked, leaning closer to his face. There was barely an inch between you.

“Huh. Your death?”

“We’re already dead, baby, I’m looking more for the spice of life” You teased before leaning in and finally catching your lips with his. This had been all you had been thinking since you had first met him. The tension had reached its crescendo and you had to act.

It was an urgent kiss, you were willing him to reciprocate. His action beforehand made the adrenaline pump around your body harder. Want him more. There was danger harboured deep below the soul he cared for so deeply and it called to you like a moth to a flame.

You wanted him. You enjoyed every side you had seen so far. You didn’t understand why he was so reluctant to admit the tension in the air when you were around each other.

His lips didn’t move at first for those agonising moments. And then they did. All at once. His lips moving and fiery against yours, now fighting you for dominance. You tasted so good to him. A hand gripping your upper arm tightly with the other sliding up the curvature of your neck.

You slid your hands between the fabric of his shirt and his leather jacket, grasping at him. Your fingers snaked around him, exploring unchartered territory. He felt so good, you wanted him closer.

You found yourself almost preferring the feel of this more amiable touch to the harsh blows you had exchanged previously. He pressed you further into the wall, wanting more.

But all too quickly, his lips started to falter and you felt him start to pull away. He started to think too much into it. Comprehending the implications. You felt too good to him. You were a distraction, a sinful figure that strayed him from the power’s path. You almost whined as he pulled himself from where he had been pressed flush against you. He had to fight himself to remove his hands from you.

Your hands slid sadly from where they had been exploring his lean form. You felt yourself pouting slightly, which is a feat when you have fangs like you did.

His face had changed during your kiss, as had yours. Your vampire forms released as the tension did. Your more animalistic forms finding each other so appealing. The kiss a revelation, in some sense a curse. But again, he was used to that.

He pulled back, his face the picture of shock. It was the most emotion he had allowed you to see. So many contradictory emotions flashing behind his eyes. It had felt wrong, but oh so right to kiss you that way. He wanted more. He wanted to get as far away from you as possible.

You watched him in his turmoil, not able to hide the way you enjoyed seeing his face this way. You reached with your hand to trail along the distinctive bumps of his forehead. You couldn’t help it, you had suddenly begun to soften for him. Against your will. You wanted him to want you deeper than you had realised.

He realised that his vampire face was showing. He winced away from you, and you scanned over his face. He switched back immediately. Masking it.

He was ashamed. You frowned, your own vamp face still there. You embraced all that you were. You scanned his face, trying to show him that he could be himself with you. But he didn’t read that from your face.

He stepped back, all contact with him now gone. His eyes still trapped in yours for a moment. Your back was still pressed against the rough brick, your arm still outstretched for him.

But he just ran, jacket whipping around him as he kicked up his dust on way out of the alleyway. As if a magician through a puff of smoke, he was gone.

You eventually moved yourself from the wall, leaning to take the briefcase. You shrugged, dusting it off from the ash that had been left from the fight.

You walked slowly with your items, thoughts beginning to spin. Finding yourself lacking something deep inside that you had not realised you had been missing for so long.

[thewidowsghost]

The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 4

3rd Person POV

"There, look."

"Where?"

"Next to the tall kid with the red hair."

"Wearing the glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?"

Whispers follow Harry from the moment he and Ron left their dormitory the next day. People lining up outside classrooms standing on tip-toe to get a look at him. Harry wishes they wouldn't, because he was trying to concentrate on finding his way to classes.

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were the doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, Harry thinks, because it all seems to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other, and (Y/N) and Hermione were sure that the suits of amour would walk.

The ghosts didn't help, either. It was always a nasty shock when one of them glided suddenly through a door you were trying to open. Nearly Headless Nick was always happy to point new Gryffindors in the right direction, but Peeves the Poltergeist when you were late to class. He would drop wastepaper baskets on your head, pull rugs from under your feet, pelt you with bits of chalk, or sneak up behind you, invisible, grab your nose, and screech, "GOT YOUR CONK!" The only person that Peeves seemed to get along with was, strangely, (Y/N). When she would pass by him in the halls, he would ask how her day was going. The first time, (Y/N) was shocked, looking surprised at the poltergeist, then she nodded saying, "Uh, its going pretty well."

Even worse than Peeves, Harry thinks, if that was possible, was the caretaker Argus Filch. Harry and Ron manage to get on the wrong side of him on their first morning. Filch found them trying to force their way through a door that unluckily turned out to be the entrance to the out-of-bounds corridor on the third floor. He wouldn't believe they were lost, he was sure that they were trying to break into it on purpose, and was threatening to lock them in the dungeons when they were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing by.

Filch owned a cat called Mrs. Norris, a scrawny, dust-colored creature with bulging, lamp like eyes just like Filch's. She patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, put just one toe out of line, and she'd whisk off for Filch, who'd appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone – except perhaps the Weasley twins – and could pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts. The students all hated him, and it was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs. Norris a good kick. Marvel, (Y/n)'s black and white kitten had taken to attacking the dust colored feline whenever she had the chance.

Then, once you manage to find them, there were the classes themselves. There was a lot more to magic, as Harry quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words.

(Y/N) enjoyed Wednesday nights where they went out to the tallest tower and learned the names of different planets and stars. Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for.

Easily the most boring class, in (Y/N)'s eyes, was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns hand been very old when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up the next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while the students scribbled down names and dates, and got Emeric the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up. Hermione had told (Y/N) that she actually liked the class, and (Y/N) looked down at her.

"Honestly, Hermione," (Y/N) teases, "I'm not surprised."

One of (Y/N)'s favorite classes so far had to be Charms. Professor Flitwick was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class, he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name, he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight, (Y/N) rolling her eyes.

Professor McGonagall was again different. Harry had been right to think she wasn't a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she tells them. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then, she changes her desk into a pig and back again. They were very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon they realized that they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After they take a lot of complicated notes, they were given a match and told to start turning it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Hermione Granger, and (Y/N) (L/N)-Granger had made any differences to their match. Professor McGonagall shows the class how they had gone all silver and pointy and gives the two a rare smile.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turn out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, hand been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnegan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell goes pink, and starts talking about the weather. For another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

Harry was relieved to find out that he wasn't miles behind everyone else. Lots of people had come from Muggle families and, like him, hadn't had any idea that they were witches and wizards.

There was so much to learn that even people like Ron didn't have much of a head start.

Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron, the two had managed to find their way to the Great hall for breakfast without getting lost once.

"What have we got today?" Harry asks Ron as he pours sugar on his porridge.

"Double Potions with the Slytherins," Ron answers. "Snape's Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them – we'll be able to see if it's true."

"Wish McGonagall favored us," says Harry. Professor McGonagall was the head of Gryffindor House, but it didn't stop her from giving them a huge pile of homework the night before.

Just then, the mail arrives. Harry had gotten used to this by now, but it had given him a bit of a shock on the first morning, when about a hundred owls had suddenly streamed into the Great Hall during breakfast, circling the tables until they saw their owners, and dropping letters and packages onto their laps.

Hedwig hadn't brought Harry anything so far. She would sometimes fly in to nibble his ear and have a bit of toast before going off to sleep in the owlery with the other school owls. This morning, however, she flutters down between the marmalade and the sugar bowl and drops a note onto Harry's plate. Harry tears open the letter at once, and it says, in a very untidy scrawl:

Dear Harry,

I know you get Friday afternoons off so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig.

Hagrid

Harry, borrowing Ron's quill, scribbles, Yes, please, see you later on the back fo the note, and sends Hedwig off again.

(Y/n), who was sitting across from Harry and Ron, and between Hermione and Fred Weasley, had just received a letter herself.

Dear (Y/n),

My name is Remus Lupin. You mother named me as you godfather, and I was good friends with both your mother and Harry Potter's parents when I was at Hogwarts.

I left you a box of presents and letter in you Gringotts vault, in a large wooden box. I didn't know if you had picked it up or not, but I decided that it was time that I sent you a letter at school. I hope you're doing well.

Love,

        Uncle Remus

At the start-of-term banquet, Harry got the idea that Professor Snape disliked him. By the end of the first Potions lesson, he knew he'd been wrong. Snape didn't dislike Harry – he hated him.

Potions lesson took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite creepy enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls.

Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call and like Flitwick, he pauses at Harry's name.

"Ah, yes," he says softly, "Harry Potter, our new – celebrity."

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle snigger behind their hands. Snape finishes calling the names and looks up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made (Y/N) think of a dark tunnel.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," the Potion Master begins. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word – like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

More silence follows this little speech. Harry and Ron exchange looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione and Iliana were on the edges of their seats and Hermione looks desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter!" says Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Powdered root of what to an infusion of what? Harry glances at Ron, who looks as stumped as he was; Hermione, Iliana, and (Y/N) had all raised their hands.

"I don't know, sir," Harry says.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut – fame clearly isn't anything."

He ignores Hermione and (Y/n)'s hands, his gaze flicking between Harry and (Y/N)'s hand.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asks.

Hermione's hand stretched higher into the air, as far as it would go without her leaving her seat and (Y/N) leaves her hand into the air.

Harry didn't have to faintest idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.

"I don't know, sir," Harry answers.

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Snape taunts, (Y/N) frowning slightly.

Harry forces himself to keep looking into Snape's cold, dark eyes. He had looked through his books at the Dursleys', but did Snape expect him to remember everything in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi?"

Snape was still ignoring Hermione's hand, still glancing between Harry and (Y/N).

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asks, and (Y/N) and Hermione's hands remained in the air, Hermione standing up, her hand stretching towards the dungeon's ceiling.

"I don't know," says Harry quietly. "I think Hermione and (Y/N) know, why don't you try them?"

A few people laugh; Harry catches (Y/n)'s eye, and she winks at him. Snape however was not pleased.

"Sit down," he snaps at Hermione, "(L/N), answer the questions," Snape says, his head snapping to look at (Y/N).

(Y/N) straightens her back, clears her throat. "Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant, but they also go by aconite. A bezoar is a stone taken from a goat that will save you from most poisons, and asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so strong that it is called the Draft of Living Death." (Y/N) rattles off, Harry and Ron exchanging shocked looks.

"Correct, ten points to Gryffindor," Snape says to (Y/N), before snapping at the other students, "Well, why aren't you coping that down?" There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment, and over the noise, Snape says, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor because of Potter's cheek." At this, (Y/N) turns around from her place in front of Ron, and smiles sympathetically at him.

Things didn't really improve much for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Snape set the first-years into pairs and set them to mixing a potion to cure boils, sweeping around in his black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush shake fang, criticizing everyone but Malfoy and (Y/N), whom he seemed to like. He was just telling everyone to look at how well (Y/N) had stewed her horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing fills the dungeon. Neville had somehow managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob, and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on their stools wile Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moans in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarls Snape, clearing the potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville whimpers as boils start popping up all over his nose.

"Take him up to the Hospital Wing," Snape snaps at Seamus. Then he rounds on Harry and Ron, who had been working next to Neville.

"You – Potter – why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd made you look good if helot it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."

Harry thinks this is so unfair, he opens his mouth to argue, but Ron kicks him from behind their cauldron.

"Don't push it," Ron mutters as (Y/N) turn around to look at him, "I've heard Snape can turn very nasty."

As the first years climb the stairs out of the dungeon an hour later, Harry's mind was racking and his spirits were low. He'd lost two points for Gryffindor in his very first week – why did Snape hate him so much? At least (Y/N) had won those ten points for Gryffindor.

"Cheer up," Ron tells Harry, "Snape's always taking points off Fred and George. Can I come and meet Hagrid with you?" he asks.

(Y/n)'s POV

Hermione and I are walking up from the dungeons behind Harry and Ron after the end of Potions Class.

"I noticed something strange," Hermione says.

"What?" I ask.

"Professor Snape seems to like you a lot," Hermione says, looking at me with her brown eyes.

"That was kind of weird," I agree, looking forward, then back at Hermione.

"Maybe he was wondering how you got to be so good at Potions," Hermione suggests. "You were the only one of us with a perfect potion."

"Yeah, that must have been it," I say as we enter the Great Hall.

After lunch, the two of us walk outside to sit by the Black Lake. I see Ron and Harry walking down to Hagrid's Hut, and I hear a faint barking coming from the same direction.

"Hello (Y/n)," comes one, well two, voices.

I look up to see the Weasley twins standing above me and my sister.

"Hey Fred, George," I answer cheerfully.

"Whacha first years doing out here?" Fred asks.

"Well, the first week of school is over," Hermione begins, her frizzy hair blowing in the wind.

"So we're enjoying the last of the summer air," (Y/n) finishes for her sister.

"(Y/n), we have a question for you," George says.

"What?" I ask curiously.

Fred and George look at each other before saying in unison, "Do you like funeral marches.

Hermione bursts into laughter at the question, and Fred and George sit down beside the two of us.

"Well, of course," I say, grinning. "It's my favorite song," I begin to hum a slow funeral march, and the Weasley twins join in, Hermione exchanges a look with me, shrugs, then joins in.

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Well, I'll see you see on the next chapter.

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           Kaitlynn ❤️😍

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“Halloween Pranks” - Whitlocktober Day 7

***Jasper’s POV***

I wasn’t sure if this was a very good idea, but it was an idea, so that had to mean something right? Right.

“Listen man, I think it’s gonna be really funny. She always complains that haunted houses aren’t scary enough. So I think it’s only natural that as her best friend, it is my duty to scare the shit out of her. And as her boyfriend, you have to help either her or me.” Emmett tries to convince me further. 

“What part of me being her boyfriend means I have to help you?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well, you’re my brother.” 

“Okay, good point.” I am weighing out my options. Either give (Y/N) a good scare, or pretend to be scared with her. Either way I’m gonna have to be by her side. It’s the thought of feeling her fear that fills me with worry. As I’ve felt everything with her the last four years, I have felt more anxiety and deep sadness than I ever want her to feel. Can I handle it this time, especially being a part of the cause? 

“Jasper, it’s not that deep.” Edward interrupts my thoughts. 

“Says you.” I reply with a smirk.

“Listen, just don’t take it too far. A little Halloween prank for the Halloween-obsessed human? I think it’s fair game.” Edward continues, agreeing with Emmett for some reason. 

This typically isn’t like Edward, stressing someone out on purpose, but clearly he owes Emmett one. 

“Run a plan by me before she gets home from classes and I’ll decide from there.” I say sharply to Emmett.  

I sit around waiting for (Y/N) to return home from classes as usual, letting my thoughts run a bit wild. I understand what she was doing, but I still got bored waiting sometimes. The goal was this: her getting her degree so she doesn’t feel too fraudulent, marriage, and then transition. This was her senior year at university. No matter how many times I wanted to propose, I’m still unable to as per our agreement. I can almost taste it on my tongue. The thought drives me with excitement, I could only wait so long, but it would be worth this wait of years. I let my mind wander into what our future would be like together.

Emmett snapped me back into the moment when he came into the room, yelling about how he’s got it. 

“So what we’re gonna do is we’re gonna leave, right? Then she’s gonna come home to some ominous, spooky music playing throughout the house. We’re gonna leave a note on the kitchen table. It’s gonna say we ran out to hunt but we’d all be home soon. And I mean all of us are gone, it has to be made clear. Okay? Then we have to screw with the lights. I can make noises on the roof, or upstairs? Downstairs? Opposite of where she stands.” Man, he was talking a mile a minute. 

“I think that since it’s easily retracted, we can do it. Time limit of five minutes so it doesn’t get too out of hand. If it goes too far I’m stopping it early though.” I stated in a stern manner. 

I know that (Y/N) and Emmett were the best of friends, always pulling pranks on each other, but her paranoia was really getting better. After living with us for a while I think she learned that she is untouchable by any outside force, especially if I was nearby.

“We have fifteen minutes before she gets back. Everyone else is gone, I wrote the note.” Emmett says smirking as he walks further into my room. 

The note read: Hey (Y/N), we all went to hunt and we should be getting back around when you get home from school. Call if you need.” 

I read it, thought it sounded realistic enough. Part of me was excited to scare her, as she always says she wants to get scared at least once. So technically I’m listening, but I still feel guilty. Nevermore, it was time to get onto the roof with my “brother” and prepare to scare my mate half to death. 

We heard her car pull into the driveway. Her beautiful scent was brought to my nose and I felt a sudden sense of peace. I just want to hug her, but I could in just a few moments. 

I hear her walk into the house and walk around. Emmett and I go through windows and enter the second floor. We hear her walking around, and Emmett decides it’s time to find the circuit breaker and shut the lights off in the kitchen, where she was. We heard her scream and my phone started ringing. The guilt came over me, and I had to fight every urge to go down to her. Emmett grabbed me and said it wasn’t time yet. 

Until we heard the crying.

“Ugh, why won’t he answer?” She said, her voice almost breaking at the end. 

I look at Emmett and say that this is done. 

I ran down into the living room to find her curled up behind a couch, in the light calling my phone again. My mate looked more afraid than I’ve seen her in some time. 

I ran over to her and before I could grab her Emmett interrupted.

“We got you, (Y/N/N)!” He exclaimed. 

Her face turns from fear, to confusion, to stifling a laughter and a pissed off face.

“Screw you guys!” She said yelling, half laughing. 

I walked over and hugged her, kissing her forehead and apologizing.

“You made the mistake to tell Emmett that you wanted to be scared this year.” I said, chuckling. But also thankful for her not being upset but taking it lighthearted. 

“I hate you guys, I hate you guys. I was so scared! The noises upstairs!” She said to me, still clutching her chest. 

Emmett gave her a huge bear hug, apologizing but laughing way too hard to mean it. 

She was laughing, but still fake punching Emmett and I for a very long time. 

I cuddled her all night and promised that I would never let anything like that happen to her. I love my girl, but this prank was just a little too much fun. 

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Thoughts

Pairing: Batman x hero! Reader

Keys: Y/H/N = your hero name

AN) ok so I'm obsessed with Bruce falling for a fellow hero in the justice leauge, specifically in the setting of the watchtower.

Summery: you find out your soulmate is batman; the one man who your sure despises you.

The lunch hall was buzzing with laughter and gossip as you chatted with Dinah, who sat across from you as you both waited for your usual lunch companions to arrive. (It was mainly Ollie, but sometimes it was question when Ollie drags him along, Lord knows the man needs friends)

Your both exchanging looks at the table with wonder woman, green lantern, superman and the dark knight himself.

"He thinks I'm annoying." "No he doesnt." Dinah rolls her eyes, twirling her fork of spaghetti . "He avoids me, and he always critiques me when I'm in the training room. The only time we interact is when he's correcting me." You huff. It's not like you were hurt or anything...

Okay mabey a little. "Well, hes.. curt with everyone." She points out, fork poised for emphases "I know that but.. this just feels different, more personal." The conversation ended as Oliver pulled out his chair, ducking down to kiss Dinahs lips. You look away smiling, but a small part of you wilts. You sometimes wondered if your soulmate would ever love you like that, and your thoughts traveled millions of miles away.

A few days later your called in with a handful of your other teammates led by Batman, a couple of inmates from Bell Reve had escaped and now you were ordered to capture them.

You were running toward Fire, who was fending off killer frost with her green fire, without warning a voice crashed through your mind like a wrecking ball.

We need to bring in backup. Your feet skidded before your body froze in place. You knew that voice. Your breath hitched as your mind put the pieces together, like puzzle pieces snapping together.

"Y/H/N!" Batman called, you didn't see the body falling straight for you. You were still paralyzed from the shock. A shadow fell over you, and a second before it made impact with you Batmans body crashed into yours, knocking you out of the way. You were flat on your back, looking into the white eyes of his cowel.

his chest pressing against yours, his arms around you, just for a moment before he untangled himself from you. "Pay attention!" He snarled with a fury that made your insides quake before springing back into the action. You blinked, before shoving down your feelings and joining the fight.

You traveled to the only place you felt safe crying at the moment, Dinahs room. Ignoring the curious looks of your teammates as you rushed passed, determined to not let them see your bloodshot eyes.

Your bottom lip wobbled as you cried "Dinah." You said, fighting the tears that swam in your eyes. You took a deep breath through your nose. "It happened, I found my-" your voice broke. Her brows pulled together in concern before her eyes widened in realisation. "Oh hon, come inside."

You layed side by side on her bed after you recounted the story, she listened with a sympathetic ear, even at one point given you one of ollies white shirts to go over the black leggings she lent you. You had to get out of your grimy suite. She had let you fall asleep in her bed, exhausted physically and emotionally from the mission. You had showered and brushed out your hair, eaten breakfast out of Dinahs mini fridge, too nervous to go to the lunch hall-afraid of running into him. Dinah had been an angle throughout all this, easily distracting you with personal embarrassing stories and a mariage of tv shows from the 90s. (She was surprisingly a big fan of buffy.)

"It'll all be okay." She promised as you both stared up at the ceiling. "You both will resolve it, and even if you don't, you can always quit." Your eyes widened as you met her eyes "I mean, I would miss seeing you everyday." She ammended. "But the telepathic link only works if your within a few dozen feet of each other, you could always work on the ground, I bet Helena would be thrilled to have you for a partner."

"Helena? Thrilled?" "You know what I mean." She shrugs "You two always fought well together, and she always liked you, even if she didn't show it. She's tricky like that." "I doubt the league would like that." She shrugs "Helenas an heiress, she could pay you." You smiled just slightly, imagining a different version of your life, but you loved your job.

Even though you loved your team, you couldn't help but see the freedom it would give you. The league had limits, and rules, people told you who to protect and where to go. You shake the thought away. "Let's not hire a moving company yet." You say. "I enjoy our lunches together, I'm not going to let one man ruin the life I've built here." Dinah grinned, relieved "good, I really would have missed you."

A sobering knock interrupted your laughter. You both shared a look and you sat up against the headboard, your heart stopped when she opened the door, Batmans intimidating figure looming there. He ignored Dinahs presence, scanning the room and finding you quickly.

"Can we talk?" He asks, voice tense. You hesitated, before nodding, standing from the bed

"Y/N." He starts, before stopping. "What were you thinking freezing up like that? You could have been killed." He said, voice holding more emotion than you anticipated. You crossed your arms over your chest defensively, leaning back against the door. "I wasn't. I was taken by surprise." His jaw clenched, before he sighed, reaching back and pulling back his cowel.

His dark eyes bored into yours and suddenly you felt very exposed. You weren't talking to a mask anymore, you were talking to a person.

your soulmate, apparently.

You absently noticed the tuft of hair that rebelliously curled against his brow. You thought that was cute, before catching yourself. You couldn't help noticing the way his throat bobbed when that thought flashed across your mind. You look away, down the long curve of hallway. "I.. apologise for speaking to you that way." He says. Your eyes shoot to him, but you say nothing. "That's all I wanted to say. I'll see you in debriefing next thursday." He says, pulling his cowel back up over his eyes and retreating down the hall. You gulp, a mixture of feelings threatening to overtake you. You take a deep breath, trying to brush off how much the encounter shook you.

Four months later

You stared into the stars as the watchtower gently turned, adrift in the blackness of space. You cleared your mind and let his consciousness stream into yours, the deep tenour of his mental voice soothing you as he worked through the details of a case.

Nothing big happened at first, little things. But you noticed. The way he would stand just a little bit closer to you when a threat was near, how he always sought your opinion on things of importance, how he would find excuses to patrol in the areas you visited on earth, just in case.

You looked at the green and blue swirling mass that was your home world.

"I dont hate you, you know." He says "quite the opposite." "The opposite would be to feel neutral." You quipped. His lips curled ever so slightly, not taking his eyes off of earth. His smile quickly faded. "I don't mix the mission and my personal life." Your chest felt like it had cracked open. "It always gets messy." You nodded, jaw clenched determined to not let him see your hurt. He turns toward you, and you can see his deep frown from your blurred peripheral vision. "I don't know what to do." He confesses, head titled down. "This isn't just about me anymore." You stared at his chest. He took a deep breath, as if stealing himself. "I'm not saying no forever, I'm just asking for you to wait." "For how long?" The words tumbled out of your mouth. "I don't know." He says. You gulp. "The last thing I would want to do is hurt you." Too late.

You thought harshly, your stomach twisted when he flinched ever so slightly. "Sorry." You say, aching at the brief flash of pain that flashed over his features. You step closer and intertwined your hands with his gloved ones. He didn't fight you. "I can't guarantee anything." He warns. And a his mental voice bounced through your mind for just a second before he shut his mind up tight again. I'm already too lost in you too turn back now.

His thought takes your breath away, but you pretend not to hear it. "Okay." You say. "Just stay with me here right now." He nodded and you look back to the stars as he gazed at you.

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Prophecies

Yandere Werewolf Maknae Line x Witch Reader

Genre: yandere, werewolf au, witch au, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: witch hate (??), polyamorous, a little bit of yandere if you squint, that’s about it for this chapter

Synopsis: You get lost on one of the most infamous werewolf pack’s territory looking for your broom. Next thing you know, there’s three werewolves eating cake with you in your dining room.

It was early morning when the air was brisk and the sun was just barely peeking over the line of trees. A strong gust of wind blew all of the fallen twigs and leaves into the air. Your hand stood still above your head as you searched the ground. Growling, you dropped your hand without thinking causing the brush to fall into your hair. You huffed before shaking your head free of the tiny twigs and small leaflets.

The one time out of very few that you decided to fly over the Bangtan territory you get shot down leading to you losing your broom. You’ve never seen this part of the woods from the ground so you were practically lost. The Bangtan pack were known for their deep hatred for witches such as yourself. Well, kind of like yourself. 

Yes, you were a witch, but you weren’t like those goblins that live in candy houses and eat children. You stood out from the atrocious creatures you had to call your kin. Your skin was neither green nor a sickly gray, you were tan from working in your gardens of flowers and fruits and vegetables. You had no warts on your face or cracking. Even your eyes were different. All of the other witches had green or black eyes. And you, your eyes were purple. Better described as a lavender shade.

However, werewolves didn’t care if you were different, they’ll still do their best to kill you. The W&W Rivalry has gone on since the beginning. Millenniums ago, when the world was first created by the gods and goddesses of the universe. No one ever explained why witches and werewolves despised each other, it was just agreed upon. You believe that the Rivalry should end but that would cause even more chaos if brought up to anyone. Word tends to travel around fast through these woods. 

A growl broke you from your thoughts. Turning around slowly, you were now facing a silver furred wolf. It’s light blue, almost gray, eyes met yours and the snarl left its face. A beta. Its legs straightened from the predatory stance telling you he was no longer ready to pounce. 

The wolf cautiously took steps towards you as if it didn’t want to frighten you. On instinct, you turned around and ran. You were confused as to why the wolf hadn’t attacked you but you weren’t going to wait and find out. Running out into an opening you saw the infamous packhouse that was home to none other than Bangtan. Quickly, you changed your direction and ran to where the woods started again. 

You heard the slamming of a door and forced your legs to run faster. You may not be able to outrun them but all you had to do was to get back into the woods, then you’ll be able to lose them. The pounding on the ground from their paws had you beginning to panic. If they catch you, it’s over. 

Just as you stepped into the line of trees, you heard someone yell, “You forgot your broom!”

You stopped in your tracks. They had your broom and they knew how important a broom is to a witch. A witch’s broom was everything. It was not only transportation, but it was also how you paid for ingredients and everything a witch needs to survive, and it showed your status. You could hear the wolf behind you coming closer even over your heartbeat pounding in your ears. 

You could practically hear the wolf chuckling as it stood behind you. With its nose, it nudged the middle of your back like it wanted you to run. It was like it wanted you to play. You wouldn't fall for it though. You knew it wouldn't end well if you did. 

Taking a deep breath, you turned around and looked the wolf dead in the eye to see amber eyes staring back at you. This wolf had dark brown fur, almost black. But it wasn’t an alpha. Alpha’s only have black fur like the midnight sky and red fiery crimson eyes. This must be a general. Almost as strong as the beta but still no match for the alpha. And this particular wolf didn’t seem as nice as the other.

It huffed and circled around behind you to stand on your right. Its tail came to hit you in the ass to make you move forward. You started walking towards the packhouse that wasn’t far enough away. The wolf kept with your pace but kept a good distance from you. The wolf definitely didn’t like witches. 

You stopped in front of where the man that had your broom in his hands stood in front of the house entrance. The man in front of you was stunning. There were absolutely no imperfections visible on his face. The mole near the tip of his nose stood out to you but it was like it complimented his features even more, which you noticed twitch. Witches seemed to have a certain scent according to werewolves. The wolf that had escorted you walked behind the cracked open door to reappear in human form. He was hot but kind of intimidating. His black hair flowed past his eyes and he also had a mole, but his was right below his bottom lip. He seemed to be the youngest. You forgot how beautiful werewolves were.

And finally, the third wolf, the one who found you first comes to stand next to the one holding your broom. The most gorgeous man was now standing in front of you with no shirt and staring at you. Making sure you kept your eyes on the ground, you spoke quietly, “Can I have my broom back please?”

“Looks like she’s not dumb enough to make eye contact,” the youngest one practically glared at you.

You went to ask again when the familiar feeling of a threat nearby stopped you. Your head snapped up, your eyes wide. Quickly scanning the trees for any sign of movement. Taking out your hand you mutter, “Ostendo.” You whipped your arm from left to right and caused the trees to become transparent.

Wolves. More fucking werewolves.

“How the hell did they go undetected!!” the alpha roared getting ready to shift into his wolf form. 

He stopped as he saw you raise you your hand into the air. Black smoke wisped around your hand and down your arm as you said, “Sopio.”

It sent a shock wave through the ground and knocked down almost all of the werewolves. The few that didn’t fall only stumbled before beginning to sprint towards you. Two of the three men behind you shifted and headed straight for the oncoming enemy. Then suddenly more and more wolves came running towards the fight. The alpha stayed behind you before coming to stand next to you. 

“Did you lead them here?” It was blunt and straight to the point.

“Of course not! I’m just here for my broom,” you tried your hardest to make sure he knew you were telling the truth. The last thing you wanted was to start a fight with an alpha.

He stayed quiet before looking down at the broom. It was only a few seconds before snapping it over his knee. The crack resonated for miles. Everything came to a standstill. Nothing moved, nothing made a sound. All the wolves, Bangtan and the enemy alike turned to you and the alpha. You stared at the two pieces lying on the ground. The only thing that began to stir was the wind. It grew stronger by the second, the fur on wolves, your hair, even the blades of grass began to sway with the wind.

“You werewolves are all the same,” you glared into the alpha’s eyes and his widened seeing your pastel purple irises. “Obeo.” 

Both you and your broom disappeared and the blowing wind died down. The enemy wolves retreated, not understanding what had happened. And the three wolves that had found you gather in the living room.

“Nice job alpha, you scared away our mate,” the man with pouty lips growled, not caring that he was talking to his alpha with a disrespectful tone.

“Shut it, Jimin. Was I wrong to suspect that she was the reason those bastards were able to sneak in?” the alpha grumbled while he rested his chin on his fist. “Jungkook was the one who said he was gonna break her leg if she ran.”

The said wolf spun his head to look at the alpha, “At least I didn’t snap her broom in half and made her disappear, Taehyung. If I would’ve broken her leg she wouldn’t be able to go anywhere very easily.”

“Well, fighting won’t solve anything. We just need to find her,” Jimin stood up to walk to where he knew the lead hunter would be lazing around.

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It’s been three days since then. You’re home focusing on connecting more splinters and cells of your broom. You’ve made a lot of progress but you still have a lot to go. You had to go out and get some sticky frog’s mucus but it was what you needed to help repair your beloved broom. 

After fusing as many particles as possible, you take a breath and go outside to tend to your flower garden. It was full of the fall’s annual florals. Leyort, Ovore, Demon Cornel, and Heart’s Clover. All of these could be used in potions. The Demon Cornel can also be used as incense that makes the whole house smell like autumn.

You had just gotten done with picking the last of the apples from your mini orchard that was close to your garden. Suddenly, you felt someone watching you so you scanned the area but saw no one. Maybe it was only a spirit looking for somewhere to stay. Spirits that have recently passed in the woods don’t realize they’ve died. So it could just be a deer or something wandering through the forest, looking for food. 

Walking toward the cart you placed the two baskets in the back before grabbing two more empty ones. You headed over to the four rows of pears and began to harvest them. And after, you went over to the vegetables, cabbage, onion, both white and green, and tomatillos. Only so much can grow in the fall. All the good ones won’t be in season until the summer. So until then, you have to buy them from the market...once your broom is repaired. 

You placed the last of the baskets into the cart and begin to pull it towards your cabin. Still feeling the boring gaze, you decided to invite them in, “Whosever out there you’re more than welcome to come in rather than to stalk me!”

And so you took two baskets inside at a time. As you grabbed the last two you looked up to see the three werewolves from three days ago. Of course. Why wouldn’t they leave you alone? Hauling the last baskets in, you left the door open and set the baskets on the counter. 

Looking in your fridge you tried to think of things you could make for three werewolves including you. You still had some pork shoulder so you can make pork blade shoulder ramen. You heard the three wolves shuffle in and close the door behind them. As you put the meat in the frying pan after letting the oil heat up, you turn around to look at the men standing awkwardly in your kitchen.

“You can sit down, ya know.”

And so they found their seats at your small dark wood dining table. You went back to the pork and flipped them over to start boiling the water. They never said a word as they watched you cook dinner. As you began portioning the ramen and pork evenly at the table, the alpha spoke, “I’m sorry, about your broom.”

He said this as he stared at the slowly forming broom sitting on a stand with burnt candles surrounding it. The other two wolves looked at it as well. They looked almost, perplexed at the sight. So you explained, “Witches can repair their brooms if they have the right materials. It’s too much of a hassle to get a completely new one.”

The boys turned back to you and watched as you sat down and put your hands flat together. Witches were raised to thank their ancestors before every meal. And you began to eat your delicious ramen. 

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna eat?” 

“Do witches have mates?”

You stopped eating and set your chopsticks down to look at the werewolves who were staring at you.

“Kind of. It depends on what the witch’s prophecy says,” you explained before taking a drink of your water. 

“Prophecies?” the beta questioned as he looked to you for more information.

“That’s a complicated topic. Let’s introduce ourselves properly, first. I’m (Y/n),” you smiled and waited for them to tell you their names. 

“My name’s Jimin!” the beta said excitedly and even raised his hand.

“I’m Taehyung,” the man in the middle that you remembered to be the alpha.

And lastly, you turned to the last one you muttered, “Jungkook.”

“I’m assuming you hate witches,” you said bluntly and surprised all the males sitting at the table.

“Yeah, I do.”

“That’s too bad, you don’t seem like a bad guy.”

“So we were talking about proph-” Taehyung began to change the topic but you interrupted him and stood up with your empty bowl to bring it to the sink. 

“That can wait for another time. Now I have to repair my broom some more. You guys are more than welcome to stay if you want,” you refused to talk about your prophecy. Your prophecy spoke of nothing but nonsense. You would not allow that forbidden thing in your house, so your mother kept for safekeeping. She didn’t want you to destroy it.

“We’d hate to intrude, but I am kind of curious to see how you repair it,” Jimin said softly and walked up behind you as you kneeled down to the height of the broom. 

Dripping some of the frog mucus onto the broken ends you held your hands just above the wood. Your hands began to glow blue and more of the splinters connected to show half of the broom now good as new. You sighed as you dropped your hands. “Only a few more days. Then it’ll be fixed.”

When you stood and turned around all three men were standing close to you. “I think we’ll stay, if it’s not too much trouble,” Taehyung muttered.

“Of course not, I invited you to stay didn’t I? And I know the trip back to your packhouse isn’t a short one,” you smiled at Taehyung making him blush.

"How come you can't fix it all at once?" Jungkook grumbled from the dining table.

"Because there's a lot of magic that goes into creating these brooms alone, it takes just as much, even more magic to repair them. Especially if it's such a clean break."

Taehyung gained a darker red hue on his cheeks as he sat back down at the table. 

"Do you guys like cake? I made some earlier. It was for a friend but he couldn't make it today," you smiled as you waited for a response and stood next to Jimin.

"We would love some," Jimin beamed as he followed you to the kitchen to help cut slices and put them on plates. "So, who's your friend that you were talking about?"

"Hm? Oh, you're talking about Namjoon. He's a wizard that I met a while back at the market one day," you and Jimin set the plates down and then sat down yourselves. 

You weren't worried about telling them Namjoon was a wizard. Wizards were very neutral in politics and races. They never intervened unless provoked and that's why you got along with Namjoon. He was understanding and saw that you weren't like the other witches. However, you could feel the tension begin to become thick.

“Why didn’t he show up today?” Taehyung’s voice had dropped as he stared at you while Jungkook was stabbing his slice of cake and Jimin had slouched in his chair.

“He said the trip back home was taking longer than expected, so can’t really blame him,” you shrugged as you took a bite of your cake.

The rest of the time was silent as no other questions were asked. It seemed strange to you that they would care about why he wasn’t able to come. Did they know him by any chance? You were in no position to ask questions, especially when they hated witches in the first place. But one question wouldn’t leave your head since they walked in, “Why did you guys come here?”

It’s quiet as they tried to think of a response. They didn’t want to scare you away with mate talk. But they needed to be with you. Witch or not you’re their mate who needs to be protected and loved by them. Jungkook still had mixed feelings about you being a witch, but he needs you. And they’ll have you.

“To make up with you, of course,” Jimin takes your hand in his and smiles. A visible shudder ran through his spine.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. That was the last thing you expected to hear. Not even members of your family or close friends came to make up with you over pettier subjects. All of this was too much for you, not being used to so much interaction in one sitting. “I need to go take a shower. There’s a tv in the living room and blankets in my room. I’ll be back,” you were surprised all of your words didn’t come out in one heap of syllables as you quickly made your way to the bathroom.

“Did I scare her?”

“Probably.”

“Shut up, Jungkook.”

Jimin stood up to go follow you so he could apologize about making you uncomfortable. He just couldn’t help it. Your hands looked so soft and small compared to his, he needed to hold your hand. His body reacted to it as well when it sent a shiver up his spine. Werewolves were very touchy with their mates, Jimin had already been a clingy person so now it was tenfold when it came to you. He was happy just holding your hand. Imagine actually cuddling you, he would be in euphoria when that day came.

“Oh Jimin, did you need something?” you were about to walk out of the bathroom because you had forgotten to grab a towel when you came across Jimin walking in the hallway.

“Huh? Oh right, I just wanted to say sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there,” Jimin spoke quietly as he looked down at his shuffling feet.

“You’re apologizing?” Jimin nodded his head. “There’s no need to. I was just overwhelmed was all. I’m not used to somebody holding my hand and people talking to me this much. It felt...nice when you held my hand.”

Jimin had looked up at you for the first time and saw that you were only in a tank top and underwear. His face became hot as he looked up to you to see you smiling, not realizing what you were wearing. 

You had spent years living by yourself so it was normal for you to walk around the house like this. You had accidentally done it around Namjoon too which after that he couldn’t look at you without blushing for a while. 

“Well I-I uh, just-just wanted to say sorry and now I’ll leave you to do whatever,” Jimin’s whole face and his ears were red at this point. He headed back towards where his other mates were still sitting at the table. “I just saw our mate in panties and a tank top.”

The other two looked at him like he was crazy before asking him a boatload of questions. Jimin kept zoning out, he had never seen such a pretty sight.

[softrozene]

Hello luv. I just came across your blog and I was wondering if you could do a one shot or headcannon for crocodile? Maybe something along the lines of someone kidnapping his wife or something. Feel free to make it as angsty as you want. Thank you and have a great day.

Ahhhh I actually had to do a double-take at who sent this because guess what? I’m actually a fan of yours lmao. Not too long ago I read your All Might Omegaverse story on ao3 and it was soooo good omg. Anyway, you asked for angst? I hope I delivered! I did a one-shot but it was on the shorter side so I also did bonus headcanons! Hope you enjoy it Lovely and stay safe out there!

Sir Crocodile x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Angst, so much angst, mentions of violence and injuries, I made the ending neutral meaning it can be bad or good depending on how you feel :’) The bonus headcanons may help ease any heartache

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Crocodile stares down at the piece of paper with that everlasting scowl on his face. The words on it fill him with rage but his eyes remain emotionless. The question now, is how should he go about this? Slowly, his hands twitch alongside the piece of paper before his eyes flicker up to Nico Robin.

“Well… What are your thoughts on this sudden problem, Miss All Sunday?” He questions.

Robin merely smiles at his tone. He is angry, very angry, and she for one knows better to keep any information on this subject to him. She speaks in a calculating tone, “Whoever sent this has been tracking you for a long time if they know you are in Alabasta. However, they do know that you are respected across the country but did not know of your ties to Baroque Works. That can only mean that they know you from your past if they followed your name here. They must have known her too if they were able to capture her so easily-“

“Do watch your choice of words when speaking about my wife. (Name), could not have been captured easily even if she did know her kidnapper. She would have put up a fight,” Crocodile growls out momentarily losing his cool.

Robin only hums before she continues. “It says a time, a date, and a number. There is no location. They may be sending another note soon then. I expect that to be when they wish to meet with you and money. Mr. 0 I advise you to be careful. If they are from the past and still holding a grudge who knows what has happened to her. You even went the whole mile to make sure she was a safe distance. Their anger probably holds no bounds so prepare for the wor-“

“You are dismissed,” Crocodile cuts her off.

He can’t even bear the thought of her saying prepare for the worst. Robin leaves immediately and he is stuck in his dark office observing the stupid paper that holds his precious wife’s fate. Your fate.

Crocodile will not admit it with his organization- But you are truly his whole heart. You are one of the reasons why he has not completely fallen and why he has made sure you were so far away from him, actually at a home where you can be happy and hopefully soon be a mother with his kids, and not on the run with a Warlord like him. He thought you would be safe without the target on his back from the enemies he has made over the years but this proves not to be true and now he realizes that your true place is really by his side where he can protect you in a moment’s notice.

He will be damned if anything happens to you.

~*~

You do not know how much longer you can hold out for. It feels like it has been years since this group of pathetic pirates seeking revenge took you from your home and lit your home on fire. All because they wanted to see Crocodile in pain. The note they sent with your handwriting on it as proof they have you was a lie.

They made you write the time, date, and a money amount after making you write how you have been kidnapped by these people. How they are just looking for money Crocodile owes them for once taking out their entire ship and ruining their dreams. It truly was pathetic because they plan on having you half-dead by the time the date is supposed to be here.

You have a feeling it is soon from how weak you are. They have starved you, dehydrated you, watched you bleed, painted your skin black and blue, all for the sake of seeing Crocodile upset. You have been married to the man since he was a rookie, so you know they are doing this in vain.

He will never give them emotion even if he is painfully feeling it. They will see the satisfaction of him being hurt but with your observant eyes and knowing his true self you will see it painfully clear.

“Oi, have a little bit more fun with her will ya? I’m going to send the location- Be prepared to move her when I get back,” The boss of the whole kidnapping states.

One of the burlier men started to make his way back to you and you wish desperately that you can beg or plea with them but… It did not work the first time and it only made the men angrier. His large hand comes across your face and the numbing you had felt a bit ago is gone. The pain is so much from the previous beating that you can’t help but to cry out.

They enjoy that and as the boss leaves- You fear that your time may be running out.

~*~

Crocodile sighs as he finally gets to the location- Some abandoned building in Alabasta, near Rainbase. Your kidnappers really did want to get him that they hid right under his nose. He does not knock. He uses his Devil Fruit powers to enter the building and reform himself. Immediately, shots are fired but as always, they do not faze him.

“Still same tough boy, aren’t you?” The leader questions with a laugh.

With a bored expression, Crocodile glances around the room only for his eyes to fall on your unmoving form. It looks like you are barely breathing. The blood tainting your skill is enough to put him in a murderous rage, but he holds off.

The men standing idly are waiting for his expression to change but when it remains the same, they begin to sweat out of slight anxiety.

“In the note, it said she would be fine, but it appears she is dying. Not that it bothers me, if she truly let herself get kidnapped by you lot then her life was not worth much anyway. I will be disposing of the lot of you for wasting my time. In your next life make sure whatever you have hostage actually has meaning,” Crocodile states in monotone.

There is no mercy as he has the floor made of sand beneath them open and up and swallow them. This truly was a waste of time for him and his anger grows as he makes his way over to your form. Your eyes are trying to stay open and he kneels down beside you to pull you onto his lap.

You recognize the anger in his eyes but ignore it as you give him a weak smile. Your hand comes up to cup his face and he immediately leans into it, the warmth for you, showing in his eyes now that he can let his guard down.

“I am pathetic, aren’t I? Getting kidnapped by these idiots. I am sorry to make you worry so much,” You say in between wheezes.

Crocodile adjusts him and you so he can help you sit up and hopefully breathe better. If you are wheezing in a pile of your own blood- It just is not a good sign at all. He can see how fatigued you are, and he hates it for not finding you sooner.

“You aren’t pathetic. These lowly scumbags were. I commend you for staying alive for what they did to you and when you recover, I will lavish you with the attention you deserve. I will never let you out of my sight again,” He promises.

Your hand has trouble sliding up his face to mess up his gelled back hair, but you did it with struggle. You mumble, “Dear, I believe you me if, not when. I am not feeling too hot right now.”

“Really? I think you look divine as always. Enough talk. Save your strength. I will have my associate, Miss All Sunday help us go to a private clinic so they can work on you,” Crocodile states.

In his mind, there is no possibility of you dying so you no longer try to tell him how you are slowly fading away. Nico Robin as she enters the room, for once, does not have the heart to say anything witty as she sees an innocent woman slowly perishing all while her husband is denial. If luck is on their side, you will survive but- When has a man who lost his hand and with ever-growing arrogance ever have luck?

For your sake, Robin is hoping that you are his good luck charm.

Bonus Headcanons:

Okay so yeah, much like in the one-shot if Crocodile had a wife who was kidnapped- He would be boiling with anger

He would look all calm at first but the moment he saw the damage he would murder everyone on sight for daring to hurt his precious person

He would be more caring if he wasn’t y’know trying to take over Alabasta for the weapon but since he is in this one-shot that is why he tries so hard to pretend he does not care

He totally would go ballistic

He is possessive and he hates the idea of someone else touching his wife

For the sake of the one-shot, I had his wife away but as I said in the prior point he is possessive so he would definitely have eyes on his wife all the time- She is one of his only weaknesses so he would protect her at all costs

Here is a fluff idea! He would love just giving his wife items of luxury- It just makes him happy knowing he can provide for her even if he is doing it with blood money since he is a bad guy

He would also remember every important date that has to do with him and his wife so he can lavish her on said dates

[karasuno-writings]

NEW YEARS- Yamaguchi Tadashi

Hello lovlies! I seriously need to regain practice, however I hope this is pretty decent! I hope you all like this nonsense pure fluff that I wrote for new years! Specially since i’m feeling very sappy! If any of you got any comments I’ll be glad to listen to any feedback! I promise soon enough I’ll be writing better once more! I really do love this boy, someone get me a yamsssss ahhhhhh!

Thank you all and I wish all of you a very happy new year! 

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Shifting on the spot as the prickly grass beneath you became uncomfortable you took in a deep breath, letting the cool winter wind fill your lungs as you stretched comfortably. Your eyes darted from the fairy lights dangling at the rim of the roof towards the dim light that sprung from inside and leaked through the open door, noticing the form of your friend leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes fixed on you. Smiling, you sat down, resting your weight on your arms as you suffled to get a better look at him. Noticing your gaze, he averted his own, the beautiful, white and golden lights, bounced off his face just enough so that you were able to notice the rose tint sprouting beneath his freckles; and almost as a natural response he scratched the back of his neck and nervously chuckled.

“How long have you been there Yams?” You beamed as you waved at him. Around 20 minutes had passed since you left the dinner table to clear your head, your family being a little too overbearing sometimes. Inviting Yamaguchi to join, you stood and headed for the backyard, not even bothering to put your coat on, however, your friend had stayed behind chatting with your siblings, promising to join you briefly. 

“Honestly, I’m not sure” He smiled, hopping down the stone steps that descended from the house towards the spot where you currently lay. Small snowflakes fell from the sky, melting immediately as they hit the ground; closing his eyes, Tadashi outstretched his hands to feel the specks fall on his skin, lifting his chin as if inviting them to coat his skin. He opened his eyes and laughed as he noticed that your hair, now slightly wet, was holding onto some of the still intact snowflakes between the strands. “I brought your jacket...you should really put it on before you fully become a powdered cookie” He chuckled, leaning down to brush your hair with his hand, shaking the snow off as you blushed, playfully hitting him on the leg. 

Truth be told, he had been standing there for more than he’d care to admit, as soon as you left the living room he was ready to follow, however he could not leave your siblings hanging, so he waited for the perfect moment to excuse himself. He put on his coat and grabbed yours, knowing all too well that you’d eventually let the cold get the best of you. With that, he stepped outside.

His breath hitched short at the sight, perceiving the familiar sensation of warmth creeping up his cheeks as he felt his stomach flutter, making him clutch tighter to your coat, which he just noticed smelled just like you, almost as if luring him. There you lay on the grass, eyes lost in the sky as lights danced all around you, reflecting every curve, every shape of you, bathing your frame on a glimmering shine that just enhanced your beauty and charm. The smile you bore made him want to salvage the feeling it caused on him forever, and the way your eyes glistened...everything was too much for him; making him forget what he was supposed to do, where he was standing, all that he could think of was you. There was no telling how long he resided in this dumbfounded state before your eyes found his, making him snap out of it. 

You patted the grass beside you, and he nodded before clearing the snow on the spot and letting himself fall to the ground. Tilting his head he looked at you, flashing a small smile as he wrapped you in your coat with both arms, making him lean further towards you so he could cover you properly. His heart leapt at the warmth that radiated from you; apparently he had not thought it through completely because he was now closer than he had ever been, able to take in every perfect detail on your face; your soft expression making his guts twist and his heart throb in his ears, it all had him hoping he was not a sweaty as he felt. Quickly he looked away, lifting his scarf just enough so that it could cover the blush tinting his cheeks, hoping you’d still think of it as a secondary effect due to the chilly air of the night. 

“Thanks!” You smiled, feeling a warm grow on your chest as he closed the space between the two of you just to keep you warm. 

Taking a deep breath he concentrated on the decorations above to clear his mind, losing himself in thought just to anchor himself to something that would prevent him from floating away as he got lost in your smile. He had been your friend for such a long time now since highschool proved to bring the two of you closer, and even Tsukki seemed to enjoy your company, so it was not hard for him to start caring about you more than he wanted to admit. Today was New Year's Eve, and you had invited both him and your blonde friend, but the latter had dismissed himself as he had already promised his mother that he’d spend it with her and his brother. So it was only Yamaguchi and you, after all, how could he say no to you when you looked at him like that? Your soft eyes almost pleading him to save you from a full night spent only with your family. 

“Tadashi?” You spoke softly, looking at him, realizing he was now almost as mesmerized as you had been a few moments ago. Immediately he turned and flashed a smile your way, hiding the knot that his name on your lips had tied on his throat. From inside the house he could hear the people preparing for the end of this year; for a second he looked at the sky, which soon enough would be filled with bright colors and sparks, as if to confirm that the year had still not passed yet, then he turned back to the house as you leaned on his shoulder, relieved it was only the two of you as your hand brushed against his. He braced himself as he intertwined his pinky to yours, your soft skin against his own the only thing he could feel, plaguing his senses making him forget about the cold breeze and even the wet grass below him. 

“Yes?” He asked, prompting you to continue, as you began fiddling with his fingers, rubbing your fingertips against his cold hand to warm it up.

“Thank you for this year...Promise you’ll be here in the years to come?” You turned to meet his eyes, and whether it was the light surrounding you or something else you could not tell, but they had definitely lit up at your request, opening wide as your friend opened and closed his mouth wordlessly. 

Yamaguchi knew he was loved, he had Tsukishima, the team, his parents… but something about the way you acted around him, how you searched for him in the hallways, the way you looked at him and only him from the sideline at their games when it was his turn to serve, eyes searching always for his in the crowd as you cheered him on; made him feel not only loved, but special. And even if it all was in his head, there was something about you that just drew him in, and as much as he hated to admit it, he couldn't help himself from feeling his heart leap on his chest everytime he was around you, almost as if it was restless to tell what he had not yet mustered the courage to. How was it that you lifted his spirits so much while also tampering with all his walls, leaving him speechless, feeling as if he could do everything. 

“You won't get rid of me that easily, you know? even Tsukki has not been able to, so believe me, I’m here to stay” He playfully shoved you with his shoulder as he laughed. “Also, I really should be the one thanking you! For everything” He cleared his throat as he stretched the side of his neck with his free hand before untightening the button-up shirt under his scarf with one finger. 

The countdown began from inside the house, and almost immediately Yamaguchi stood up, ready to sprint inside and greet the new year with the rest of your family, holding his hand out to help you up. You took it gladly with both hands, yet, as you stood up and he began to drag you in, you didn’t let go, pulling him stumbling against you, closer, preventing him from leaving your side as you chuckled. He gasped as he bumped against your frame, scared to send you tumbling to the ground; damning his reflexes as his hand snaked to the low of your back as if to hold you up, avoiding eye contact as the two of you ended in such a position. He was about to apologize when you threw your head backwards, your body shaking with laughter on his grasp; his shoulders lost any tension as he immersed himself in that contagious laugh of yours, and as the countdown got to five you regained your composure. Resting your hands on his arms; you looked over his shoulder towards your house, everyone too busy to even care; so as the countdown continued you moved a soft strand of his green fringe, uncovering his eyes that darted from your face to your hand as his grasp on you tightened. 

“Happy New Year Tadashi” You smiled, kissing his cheek softly, warm parted lips against his cool cheek; the sky lit up and the rumble grew, but he couldn't care less, all he could think about was  your soft lips against his skin. With a small chuckle he hid his face on your neck, unable to look at you as his heart raced a mile per second, unable to react any other way. 

Closing his eyes, contempt smile on his lips, he stepped back, and lifting your hand he twirled you around before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. This was the year he’d have the guts to tell you, the one in which he would swallow his fear and insecurities and give his heart a shot, you were worth the fight. 

“Happy New Year Y/N”

[cakers-2000]

~Paranoia~ (Kokichi X Fem!Reader)

Yes hello I’m back to my regularly scheduled simping for Kokichi

I am a simp for Kokichi Ouma and Kokichi Ouma only

But honestly I’m sorry for being gone for a bit there! I’ve been very busy with work as of late and I haven’t had all that much time to get stuff done!

But I worked really really really hard on this and I hope you all enjoy it~

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Drip, drip, drip.

The dripping of the faucet was the only thing echoing throughout the empty bathroom. The sound bounced off the walls, seeming to grow louder each time the water fell onto the cool acrylic. His arms slowly wrapped themselves around his curled up form, his head sank into his lap.

This was what he deserved.

No. This is what he wanted.

He wanted everyone to hate him. He wanted them to despise him so much they’d work together and escape this hell.

So then… Why did it hurt so much?

They all stared at him with such looks of malice and distaste. He could practically see the disgust they held towards him emanating from their bodies.

But that was what he wanted.

He peeked his eyes out from behind his arms. The faucet of the bathtub continued to drip, drip, drip.

God he just wanted it to stop.

“Shut up.”

But the faucet didn’t listen. His request went unanswered and he could feel what little control he had left slipping through his fingertips.

“I said shut up.”

It seemed to only drip faster as a response. He was so frustrated. So tired. He hadn’t even noticed the tears ever so slowly dripping down his cheeks and onto his shirt sleeves. Frankly he hadn’t cared. He didn’t care about anything anymore. He just wanted the world to be quiet.

“SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!”

He hadn’t meant to scream like that, but he couldn’t help it.

His pent up frustration. His anger, all of his issues had just managed to squeeze through all of his walls for a split second.

His lips quivered ever so slightly. His hand reached up to touch his forehead.

They were right. He was alone. And he’d always be alone.

But he didn’t care. Or at least that’s what he was trying to tell himself.

His head snapped upwards at the quiet sound coming from his bedroom. It almost sounded like the hinges of his door being pushed open.

But he had locked his door, hadn’t he?

He tried his best to quiet his breathing, to leave no trace of his presence. Trying to make as little noise as possible his hand reached for the shower curtain beside him and slowly moved it down along the shower rod, silently cursing to himself everytime it made the smallest sound.

This was it. Someone was here to kill him. Why else would they have come into his room like this?

His mind was racing a mile a minute. What should he do? Should he get the jump on his attacker first? Should he wait and see if they would leave on their own? His breathing changed into more rapid spurts, he was practically hyperventilating. What was he supposed to do? Quickly he stood up, hands gripping the shower curtain so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

His breath hitched in his throat when he heard the bathroom door ever so slowly squeak open. His hand fell over his mouth, trying to quiet his frantic breathing. He couldn’t give himself away. He couldn’t die. Not yet.

“Koki?”

And just like that all of his fears drifted away. It was just you. With one quick flick of his wrist the curtain opened and he gave you a playful smile. “(Y/N)-Chan, what brings you here?”

You were taken aback, completely shocked. The bathtub was the last place you had expected to find Kokichi.

“I-What are you doing Kokichi?”

“I was thinking about taking a bath,” His hand reached out for yours and his smile turned into that of a playful smirk. “Wanna join?”

There was a roll of your eyes and he felt his heart sink. He hadn’t meant what he said but he thought you would at least play along. Was this a sign? Were you beginning to despise him like everyone else? He tried to convince himself that he was just being paranoid but no matter what he told himself he couldn’t sway his own mind.

“What brings you here so late at night?”

“Well I heard you shouting in here… I was worried.”

“Awwww (Y/N) you were worried about me?”

“Of course I was.”

He couldn’t tell if you could see the pain he was feeling. He thought his eyes were devoid of emotion. He thought he could hide his feelings well.

“Ouma what’s the matter?”

It was becoming increasingly harder for him to hold his composure. There was nothing but worry for him laced in your voice. It was sweet, like candy. He wanted to melt into your embrace, he wanted nothing more than for you to hold him in your arms and tell him everything was going to be okay. That he wasn’t hated and that people loved him.

Truthfully, he hated the feelings you brought out of him. He didn’t want to feel this way. He was Kokichi Ouma goddamnit, he didn’t care what anyone said or thought about him, more importantly he didn’t care about how some stupid girl thought about him.

So then why was he so starved for your affection and praise? Why did he want to feel this sense of purpose and comfort that you gave him?

“Ouma?”

He slightly shook his head, taken out of his thoughts and smiled at you.

“I’m just fine (Y/N)~”

“No you’re not.”

Once again you had stunned him into silence. You could read him so easily, but how?

Your hand reached out and gently grabbed his sleeve, pulling slightly in your direction to get him out of the tub. He followed your lead, his body moving with you while his mind tried to persuade him to fight. He didn’t care goddamnit.

He didn’t care.

Why was he following your every move like this? What made him melt in your presence? He didn’t understand a thing and it irritated him to no end.

You approached the bed in the middle of his room and sat yourself against the headboard, a small smile on your features as you stared at him. He stayed put, not moving any closer to you and your smile turned into that of a pout.

“It’s comfier over here you know.”

God he couldn’t resist the pout you gave him. Or the puppy dog eyes you bore into him. He stumbled towards you, legs running into the end of the bed and flopped down on top of you. Your hands found their way to his purple locks and you twirled the ends around your finger. His arms snaked their way around your waist as he finally let himself melt into your open arms.

“What’s the matter Koki?”

The words fell out of his mouth without him even thinking about it. His voice spoke to you, barely audible. “Everyone hates me. I’m so tired.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, trying your best to soothe the poor boy. “That’s not true.”

“Yes it is.”

“I don’t hate you.”

He moved his head up to stare back at you. His face was red and his eyes puffy from the crying he had done earlier. You placed a quick kiss to his cheek but his frown still remained.

“How do I know that?”

“Ouma, why would I date you if I hated you?”

“I don’t know…” He averted his eyes from your gaze as he felt more tears begin to spill. He wouldn’t let you see him like this. “Maybe one of the others wants to get back at me so they told you to date me or something.”

“Oh now you’re just spitting nonsense.” Your hand gently reached for the side of his face and pushed him to look at you. “I love you Kokichi, so much. I hate that your feeling all of this pain and I wish that I could take it away. I know that you struggle opening up and I’m not going to ask you to just… let me be a part of it. Let me be here to comfort you. You don’t have to say a thing. We can just sit here, but I want to be able to help you.”

It was silent. His mind in the middle of trying to process your words. Why did you care so much? Why did you show him such kindness? He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve any of the affection you showered him in, yet he couldn’t imagine his life without it.

His arms tightened themselves around your waist. He didn’t give you a verbal reply but you knew quite clearly that he was willing to accept your request. Your hands moved to instead cup his cheeks in your hands, a bright smile covering your features in an attempt to reassure him.

And he couldn’t stop the corner of his lips from curling into a small smile. You peppered his face in small kisses. His forehead, his cheeks, his nose. The warmth he felt just from your touch confused him. He had never felt this feeling before but when you moved your hands away from his face he was quick to grab your wrists and keep them in the same position, an almost pleading look in his eyes. His feelings confused him, sure, but he didn’t want this feeling to ever end.

Letting out a small laugh you brought his face closer to your own to finish with a gentle kiss to his lips. He was practically purring as you coddled him, peppering his lips in multiple kisses until you were satisfied.

The smile he gave you the second you had pulled away from him made your heart melt. It was a genuinely happy smile, something you hadn’t seen from the poor boy in sometime. You placed your forehead on his own, giggling as his breath tickled your lips. Your soft giggles made him chuckle in response and your hands draped themselves loosely around his neck, playing with the back of his checkered scarf in your fingertips.

“I love you Ouma, please remember that.”

There it was again. That warm feeling filling up his entire body. His head fell to your chest, mumbling as quietly as possible so that even you could barely hear him. “I love you too…”

You knew that it was difficult for him to speak out about his feelings, but that was okay.

You knew that he loved you and you loved him.

And that was enough for the both of you.