#i don’t care how old that boy is never put him behind a wheel

[therapyqueeeen]

“percy shouldn’t be driving he’s a child”

percy shouldn’t be driving he’s a NEW YORKER

[lunajay33]

The One🤎

Summary: You were in the line up and Negan took a liking towards you taking you back to the sanctuary, he wants you as another wife but you’re different (age gap)

Pairing: Negan Smith x f!reader

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You were sitting in the line up next to Carl, you were the second youngest of the group but for some reason you weren’t scared even though you were surrounded by men with guns and a man swinging around a bat

“Well now look at you, quite the beauty”

“Perv” the group looked at you like you were insane to talk to him like that after what he just did to Abraham

He kneeled in front of you smirking, it made your heart thump it was strange a feeling you’ve never really felt before

“Got a mouth on her too, I like it, how old?”

“22” you said with less sass this time

“Hmmmm I was thinking of killing another one of you but I think I’ll take you home instead” he laughed as he motioned to a man to move you to Negans truck

“You better not touch her” Michonne stated with no fear

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take real good care of her………..let’s go boys!” Everyone got in there trucks, Negan hoping in the drivers seat just you and him, you looked out to window to those left in the line up watching you with fear, fear for you and what might happen

The truck rolled out of the dirt road until the group was was no longer in sight, leaving you to the silence of the truck, only the sound of Negan tapping on the steering wheel

“Do you have any music in this truck at least” you groaned hating the silence, never was one for it

He laughed pointing to the glove box

“Something should be in there darling”

Rummaging through the few cds that were in the glove box you found a Lana Del Rey CD making you laugh from shock

“Didn’t take you for a Lana man” you said as you slid the CD into the stereo skipping to White Mustang sitting back sighing in relief having missed this song

“What can I say, it’s enticing music, really gets the ladies in the mood”

“Oh really, and how many “ladies” do you get in the mood?” You asked in disbelief a little jealous as well even though you barely knew this man

“I have some wives, you might be the next”

“Well I don’t know what they’re like but if you want me as your wife it’s not going to be that easy and I won’t compete for a man” you didn’t know where this confidence came from but he made you feel a type of way

Negan showed you around the compound finally showing you where you’d be staying

“And this is your room, the other wives are all in the surrounding rooms, mines the one right at the end, if you ever need something”

“You live pretty lavishly up here, why do you need to steal from other communities” you groaned as you sat on the bed

“It’s the way I run things Angel get use to it, I’ll let you settle there will be a man on the outside of the door so you don’t try to escape” he said with that devilish smirk before he left closing the door behind him

You sighed laying back on the bed, in one day things changed so much, Maggie got sick something obviously wrong with the baby, caught by the saviours, Negan finishing off Abraham and now you were taken away from the people you loved, but maybe it was for the best maybe if he hadn’t taken you he might have killed more, if it meant they could live you could put up with whatever was going to happen here

The days went by, it had to have been a week and you haven’t left the room, the man at your door brought you food ever so often but you only ever had a little and picked at it, you felt like a prisoner, you thought since Negan took a liking to you that maybe he’d be around more

It was late in the middle of the night and the man at the door was long gone, you opened the door and the hall was silent, tiptoeing down the hall to the last room Negan said was his, you raised your hand to knock but decided to just go on in, turn the nob and opening slowly, peaking in to see him fast asleep on his huge bed the moon shining in through the windows

You walked to his side of the bed and poked his arm, no movement, you pushed him a bit harder but he only groaned

“Negan?” You whispered finally waking him up, he sat up in bed obviously still a bit out of it

“Angel what’re you doing here so late?” Suddenly this felt like an embarrassingly bad decision but it didn’t change how you were feeling

“I’m……I’m lonely”

You were ready for his quick wit or a horny remark but he just moved over and raised the blankets

“Well come on” you slide in next to him, the woodsy cherry cologne he wore surrounded you calming your nerves, you both laid down face to face

“None of the other wives have ever willingly come to my room” he said

“Why didn’t you come to mine? It’s been a week”

“I don’t know, guess you seem different than the others didn’t wanna blow my chances” this new side of him was a lot more comforting to be around

“Oh so you think you have a chance” you said letting out a sarcastic laugh

“You’re the one that came to my bed” he smirked

“I guess you could have a chance here but o don’t wanna be just another wife Negan” you said before sleep overcame you and you were out

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed except for a piece of paper where Negan was, you opened it a little nervous

“I’m out figuring some things out, I left you some new clothes on the edge of the bed, breakfast is on the desk, get your rest Angel”

Angel, that word sent a thrill through you, you looked to the end of the bed seeing a ivory lacy dress with a pair of worn cowgirl type boots and it fit perfectly, looking at the desk to see strawberries and pancakes, starving you ate the whole thing, tempted to lick the plate

The day went on and it was getting boring, you found a CD player and another Lana del Rey disc, playing Blue Jeans, you walked around the room checking out what he’s collected, a lot of CDs from nickelback to Lana to Alice in chains, a huge range of music, his closet was full of plaid and plain tshirts, you took a brown plaid and threw it on over your dress seeming to match perfectly and his cologne still lingered making your heart thump like the first time you talked

“Looking pretty gorgeous Angel, I see the clothes sit perfect” you heard from behind you making you jump and spin around seeing him leaning against the door frame

“Sorry I was a little cold and I just wanted to wear one” you said feeling embarrased

“Well I think you should wear my clothes more often” he smirked as he took your hand and led you to sit on the bed

“What did you do today? I thought you’d be here when I woke up”

“Your words got to me last night, I know we’ve barely known eachother but…..it’s been a long time since someone’s made me feel this way”

“How do I make you feel?” You asked sitting closer

“Oh I think you know Angel, cause I think you feel the same way, you get a thrill around me, your heart thumps when you’re close to me, I want that more than some meaningless hookups…….thats why let the other wives go, broke everything off, I wanna see where this can go just you and me” he said squeezing your hand

“Really you did that for me?”

“I want a chance Angel, if you’re up for it”

“I’m all yours Negan, but you have to leave Alexandria alone, they’re still my family……please”

“Whatever you want Angel, just want you happy”

He pushed your hair back behind your ear tracing his fingers down you checks to your jaw, butterflies going crazy in your stomach

“I might be a little inexperienced compared to you, I don’t wanna get your hopes up” he laughed before realizing you were serious

“Oh you’re serious, how have you never been with someone, you’re so sexy”

“Well you know the world ended and I never really found the person or the time to bang one out”

“Don’t worry baby, I got you, show you a real good time, when you’re ready”

[louloulemons-posts]

Oil At The Coffee Shop I

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Summary : Moving to the small town of Hawkins you hoped your journey would be a smooth one, what we hope for doesn’t always happen.

Word Count : 1.7k

Warnings : introduction, not much eddie x reader interaction, very rambley, bestie steve, sweetheart uncle wayne, grumpy eddie.

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Moving away was scary, but you couldn’t stay put any longer. You knew if you didn’t move now then you would never leave, and you needed to go.

“That’s the last of it,” you brother smiled, putting a final box in your car. “You sure you’ll be okay without me?” you asked.

“Oh Im planning on calling you every day,” he smiled, “Seriously though, this is something for you. Aunt Callie wouldn’t have left it to you if she didn’t think so.”

“Only if you’re sure-“

“I am, now,” he turned from you, “Kids come say goodbye to your auntie.” Two children came running out of the house, their mother following behind.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” you said squeezing them tight. “We miss you too,” your 2 year old niece spoke. “Will you come and see us?” your nephew asked.

“Of course Bud, and you can come and see me, and we can call!” Giving them one last squeeze you hugged your sister in law. “It’s gonna be strange not having you around, you take care of yourself okay?” she said.

“I will, and you too. Don’t let him start slacking off or I’ll come back and get him,” you laughed. “I’ll never slack off, now come here and hug me,” you brother smiled, opening his arms.

“I’m gonna miss you Scottie,” wrapping your arms around him. “I’ll miss you too Kid.” Rubbing your wet eyes and pulling away you climbed into your car. “Call us when you get there okay?” you sister in law spoke.

“Will do May, I’ll see you all soon!”

Soon enough you were off, driving away from your hometown to a small place called Hawkins.

You’d spent a lot of Summers there, your Aunt Callie had lived there. You’d spent your time playing in the lake and exploring the forest. It had been so much fun.

She had passed away a few months back, and soon you were sent a letter about her old shop. She’d left it for you.

If you weren’t swimming or running around you were in there with her. Helping her run the place for 3 weeks of the year. It was your escape, something you and Scott always looked forward too.

Hawkins had undergone some hard times, a serious of earthquakes and a whole bunch of nasty rumours. Now it was being built back up, physically and its reputation.

Your aunts shop, well your shop would be the next thing on that list. It would take a while to get there, but you hoped it would be an uneventful journey.

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It was not an uneventful journey, “I swear to god next time I see that mechanic I’m gonna beat his ass,” you ranted, your car had broke down, only half an hour away from where you had to be.

You knew there was something us with it, but the smarmy man had said no it’s all in your head. He was just too lazy to take a look. Groaning you dropped your head onto the wheel of your car.

A knock on your window caught you off guard, “You alright miss?” Looking up it was thankfully someone you recognised. “Chief Hopper!”

“My god, is that really you! I haven’t seen you in so long, how are you?”

“Great, I’m good. How are you?”

“Wonderful, what are you doing here?”

“I’m actually going to be running Callies old store. My car broke down though.”

“I see. Well I can ring a mechanic for you, stay with you until they get here.”

“Would you?”

“Course, Munsons are the best.”

“Old Wayne Munson?” You asked.

“That’s him.” He left to make a radio call from his car, giving them an idea of your location. “They’ll be here soon.”

“Thanks Hop, so how’s life treating you?”

“Life’s good right now, got a wife. Kids.”

“Finally had the guts to tell Joyce how you feel?” He nodded, chuckling. “And the kids?”

“Well her two boys, mine now. Jonathan and Will. Then we’ve got a daughter, El.”

“Callie mentioned, gosh I bet little Wills all grown up now.”

“He’s 19 in a few months.” You let out a sigh, “Man you’ve made me feel old.” Hop laughed at that.

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The catch up continued for a while, laughter and shared memories. Hopper was baffled by the fact Scott had a wife and kids of his own.

Soon enough a tow truck came driving up towards you, loud music playing. “Here we go,” Hopper said, motioning to the vehicle.

A man climbed out of the truck, clad in overalls and a grease stained white tee. Curly hair pulled into a bun on his head, hands cover in rings and tattoos here and there.

“Eddie, thanks for coming,” Hopper spoke.

“No worries, this the car?” he asked.

“Yeah it’s mine,” you motioned to yourself, and he met your eyes.

Dark eyes that looked like melted chocolate held your gaze. A face with light stubble, maybe from 2 days of not shaving. Wrinkles by his mouth, smile lines clearly, but darkness under his eyes.

He was beautiful. “Eddie this is Miss Callies niece,” he introduced you.

“Right, Eddie Munson. What happened?” he asked. “Well it was fine, it’s been making weird noises and then it just stopped. I had it checked over a few weeks ago but the guy wasn’t the best.”

“Well I’ll tow you into town, and then we can sort everything out at the shop.” He walked to grab his gear from the back of the truck.

“Great. Thanks for staying with me Hop,” you smiled at the older man. “Sure thing, Eddie you alright to take her into town.”

“Sure, you can get in. I’ll be with you in a minute,” he spoke, he voice was dull. Almost like he was bored, or tired or both.

Saying goodbye to Hopper you climbed in the van, waiting for Eddie to connect your car to the van.

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“Here we are,” Eddie spoke as you pulled into a mechanics shop. This was the first time he’d said a word since you left Hopper. You’d tried to make conversations, only met with grunts and hums.

Climbing out you saw a few other guys around the shop. A older man walked over to you, “Hey Son, this the one Hop called in?”

“Yeah Wayne, says there’s been a strange sound. Had it checked a few weeks back but not thorough.”

“We’ll get it sorted for you,” the man, Wayne, smiled softly at you.

He had a kind face, old and worn, but you could tell he was a gentle soul. “Thank you so much, you don’t happen to have a phone I could use do you. It’s just I’m moving here today and all my stuff is in the car.”

“You got someone who can help?” Wayne asked. You nodded, “Right, okay come with me.” Wayne led you into an office space, a phone on the desk. “Take as long as you need, I’ll help Eddie check it over.”

Dialling a number in, you waited for it to ring. “Harrington.”

“Stevie,” you smiled, he spoke your name, “How are you?” he asked.

“I’m okay, I’m really sorry to ask though, can you help me out?”

“Sure, what do you need from me love?”

“Think you could come and get me and my stuff from Munsons Mechanics?”

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon.”

“Thanks Steve, you’re the best.”

“Oh tell me something I don’t know.”

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A maroon BMW pulled up. You’d met Steve good few summers ago, he’d been playing basketball with your brother. You’d become fast friends, he was a sweetheart, a flirt, but a sweetheart.

He spoke your name, smiling widely. “Steve!” you grinned, he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Hello you, god I’ve missed you,” he said.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Course.”

“Hey Mister Munson, would I be okay to start moving my stuff?” you asked the older man. “Sure, I’ve got some paperwork for you to fill out too.”

“You go do that and I’ll start moving your stuff,” Steve said, squeezing your shoulder.

“Harrington.”

“Munson, how you doing?”

“I’m alright. What are you doing here?”

“Picking up my friend,” he nodded over to you, who was currently filling in paperwork. Chatting away to Wayne as she did.

“You know her?”

“Mhm, childhood friends, Callies niece.”

“I’ve heard, never seen her.”

“She used to come every summer with her brother, makes sense you didn’t see her, was when you just moved here.”

He hummed, as Steve went and moved boxes between cars. “Right that’s the paperwork sorted, we’ll give you a call when it’s all ready.”

“Great, do I need to pay a deposit, I’ve got my purse.”

“We don’t really do that ‘round here, small town and all.”

“Oh I insist,” you pulled out a 50 and passed it to the man, smiling at him softly. “At least for fuel money for you coming to get me.”

“That’s very kind. Did you want help with the boxes?”

“Oh no it’s okay, I haven’t got much.” Smiling again at the man, you walked over to help Steve move the last few boxes.

“Thank you for the help, it was nice meeting you,” you spoke to Wayne.

“Course, we’ll give you a call. Nodding you climbed in besides Steve, “Thank you too Eddie.” He gave a grunt of your welcome and you were on your way.

“God I can’t believe you’re staying! It’s so exciting,” Steve said happily.

“It is, I’ve got a lock of work to do though. I know those earthquakes did a lot of damage to the shop.”

“I’ll help you fix it up, sure the others can too. Does anyone else know you’re coming into town?”

“A couple people, I mean Hopper was the one who helped me out when my car broke down.”

“Ah right, well Wayne and Eddie will get it fixed up in no time.”

“Don’t think Eddie likes me all that much,” you huffed a laugh. “Don’t worry about him, he’s grumpy all the time.” Nodding you head, you couldn’t help smiling when the shop came into view.

Climbing out of the car Steve spoke, “You go open up and I’ll start grabbing stuff.” Walking towards the door, you used the code to unlock where the key was kept.

Pushing it open a wave of memories took over, some new ones were about to be made.

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A/N: AHHHH! It is here, the first part of Oil At The Coffee Shop. I can’t wait for you guys to find out what’s to come I hope you like it 🤍

Thank you so much for reading 🤍

[la-gotica-fantasma]

under the sand ~ whats it to you?

under the sand masterlist

characters - newt x fem!reader

setting - au ~ myrtle beach

word count - 869

warnings - no warnings, just a lil bit of playful banter in the beginning

summary - your day starts as usual, until you come to meet two new people, throwing one of them under your wing almost immediately. what will this entail?

authors notes - UGHHH this took so much procrastination but i hope yall enjoy !! even if you dont im gonna keep writing tho i just like writing :P please give honest feedback and advice !! :D

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Your hand grips the steering wheel tighter as your brother, Minho, continues ranting. “Y/n I really don’t find it fair how you never let me drive.” He says putting his hands in the air, the sunrise in the background illuminating his actions. “Well maybe if you knew how to-“ you retort but are quickly cut off. “I can..” Minho sighed with mock anguish, “but you’re too overprotective over this ol’ thing, you won’t let anyone drive it.” You roll your eyes, “It’s not an ol’ thing, it’s a classic 1979 Ford F100.” You say while slowing the car at the oncoming turn. “Notice how you said 1979, that’s old, dummy.” Minho responds, turning up the music and dancing in the black pleather seat. Pulling up to the highschool, you turn off the truck and hop out, closing the plum purple accented door with care as Minho slams his. “See Minho that is exactly why I can’t let you drive it, you’re inconsiderate.” You say as you start up the sidewalk to the main entrance, you continue your walk to meet with your friends; Thomas, Brenda, Frypan, Winston, and Harriet. You stood taking in the happiness of the conversation, until Teresa and Aris made their way up to the group. “Hi baby,” Teresa said looking up at Thomas with puppy dog eyes, “do you have any money me and Aris can borrow?”, Thomas takes out his wallet and hands her a 50, she walks off as she grins at Aris. Once she was gone you spoke “I really don’t like her, she just gives off some traitor vibes, and she’s always taking your stuff, and you let her. Starstruck and stupid, you are.” Thomas frowns at you “You don’t have to like her, you just have to tolerate her.”, he picks up his bag and heads for the main office, everyone but you and Harriet following after him.

Just as you were about to leave to get breakfast from the cafeteria you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turn around to see a young woman, her blonde hair braided loosely, softly hanging over her shoulder. “M’names Sonya,” she expressed with a faint smile “I’m new here, so is my brother but he’s too proud to ask for help,” she said pointing to a boy behind her, his short blonde hair and brown eyes shine as he smiles. “I was hoping you’d help him around, if s’alright.” her smile radiated, and when she caught eye of Harriet it seemed she lit up even more, her smile fading out of pure awe, not sadness. “Ah,” Harriet said looking at the woman, “but you still haven’t told us his name, sweetheart” she finished. “His names Newt, but I want to know more about you.” Sonya said looking directly at Harriet, her eyes twinkling with hope and her voiced laced with a sultry sweet motive. Harriet was caught off guard by this confidence, but she was as intrigued as ever. Harriet nodded at you with a smirk on her face “You show him around, I’ll show her around.”, understanding what Harriet had planned you looked at Newt, “Well, your tour awaits.” He stares at you, “Aren’t you going to at least tell me your name?”, his accent thick and mesmerizing. “Whats it to you?” you asked, soon you were weirdly uncertain of why you responded so snarky. His mind swimming with how pretty he thought you were, forgetting to respond. You took that as him backing away “I’m sorry, my names Y/n,” your smirk welcoming again as excitement at a new friendship flowed through you. “dyou have your schedule yet?” you asked, Newt reached into the pocket of his fleece jacket, and pulled out a piece of paper. Glancing over the paper you looked up at him, “We’ve got pretty much the same classes, ‘cept you’ve got 3rd and 6th with Frypan and Thomas, oh you’ll just love Fry and Thomas!” You grabbed his hand and led him through the hallways, the walls painted to look like a beach caught his attention as you dragged him every which way. When the bell rang you rushed to your class, making Newt sit right next to you. “You’re awful confident we will be friends.” he smiles at you, his tone sarcastic. “You’re awful confident that confidence isn’t how friendships grow.” you retort with a light grin on your lips.

Throughout each class you shared interests, talking nonstop, by the end of the day you knew you wanted to be his friend. “Let’s play rock paper scissors,” you say near the end of the last class of the day. ‘rock, paper, scissor, SHOOT!”, the final bell of the day rang, signaling the school day was over while you lay down paper with your palm up, Newt looks at you slightly confused, he’s never seen someone play that way. He looks at your palm and it has a note in it, holding it out for Newt, he grabs it and reads ‘In case that confidence of mine worked,’ and then your number, written in purple gel pen. As he goes to look up at you, smirk on his face and crinkles beside his eyes, you were gone.

[ashisill]

The Jake fic is taking longer than I thought. So here’s a blurb to hold you guys over. Soft Jake should be out by the end of the week.

Josh is a girl dad

Jake is a boy dad

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Josh is the one who’s fixing her hair for pre school. “Do we want pig tails or buns?” Turning on the curling iron, and making sure she knows not to touch it. “Its hot don’t touch” he’d say pointing at it. She’d nod her head as she watched her dad put her hair into pigtails. Josh is the one to apologize when he pulls her hair to hard “I’m sorry baby did it hurt?”. He would get it to perfection. Putting colorful little hair ties around them, or clip on charms to make her feel pretty. “Okay princess all done”. She’d smile in the mirror at her hair, and twirl it a bit at the ends. She stands up being careful not to touch the curling iron, and hugs her dad. Thanking him for making her look like princess. He’d smile from ear and ear, and place a kiss on her forehead. “Your welcome little darling”. He always makes sure she knows how much he loves her before dropping her off at preschool. “Do you know how much I love you?”. She would stretch her arms out as far as she could “this much?”. He’d agree with her, and gives her hugs and kisses before he walks her into school. Sometimes she gets teary eyed before he leaves, but she always comes home with fun little stories to tell him. And he’ll listen to every single word as he cooks her dinner for the night. Josh always makes bath time fun and relaxing for her. Once a week he’ll set a theme for her, or let her have extra toys, or if she’s had a “long day” he’ll message her scalp while he washes her hair. Which always makes her doze off in his hands. Right after bath time he lays her down in her “big girl bed”, but somehow she always finds her way back to his bed. Even though it may cause him less sleep he’ll never complain. She’ll find a home in his arms, and they’ll both drift off to sleep for the night. When she’s older, and gets her first period he’ll already be prepared. Giving her the option between pads or tampons, and teaching her the difference. Making sure to give her ibuprofen, and a heating pad for her cramps. He’s extremely understanding when she snaps at him. He never really loses his temper at her, and always gives her space.

Jake is the one to make sure there always a guitar laying out for him. One day he bought him one of those mini guitars. It ended up broke when he pulled the strings to hard. Jake just laughed it off, and took it to his office to fix it. When he’s old enough he’ll quiz him over music. Covering the screen in the car, and saying “what’s this song? Correct now who sings it?” He’ll teach him to be a gentleman. “You do not speak to your mother or any woman that way. Do you understand?” He will explain to him the importance of respect, and though he might not understand it now. It will become a part of him as he grows. Jake tries his hardest not to lose him temper, but sometimes it’s bound to happen. He’ll realized he messed up, and his son will began to tear up. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to lose my temper with you. It’s just frustrating when you don’t listen. We can fix it together okay” When the time comes to teach him about the birds and the bees. A lot of parents get weird about having this talk, and leave out important things. Not Jake he told him everything he needed to know. When he hits high school, and starts trying to sneak around Jake knows. “I was your age once too. You don’t have to sneak around. I know your going to do it regardless if I say no. So I’m not gonna try to stop you just be safe” Jake makes sure he knows if he’s ever in a situation to call him. No matter what he’ll always pick him up. He’s pounded into his head to never get behind the wheel intoxicated. The day a girl breaks his heart for the first time. He’ll come from school and immediately head for his room. Jake will give him his space for a while, but he didn’t come out all afternoon he went to check on him. He’ll tell him about a girl he loved, and how she loved another. Jake will understand, and tell him how he got over his heart breaks. His son will tear up, and Jake will tell him that it’s okay to cry. Jake will hug him, and wipe his tears. When he gets his first girlfriend Jake makes sure he’s treating her right. When he tells Jake she had a bad day he tell his son to buy her some flowers. He learned everything he knows from his dad, and Jake was always more than happy to teach him.

[aneurinallday]

The Grey Man

Chapter 7: Cut

The thugs’ leader - a broad man with calloused hands and a friendly Cornish accent - approached.

“Good evening, Mister Shelby,” he said, with the cheerfulness of a milk-man delivering bottles to the door. “Good evening, Doctor Holford. The name’s Pascoe.”

As soon as he introduced himself, Tommy sensed that neither he nor Holford would be walking out of there alive. A hired gun who intended to spare his victims would hide his identity, but a hired gun who intended to kill them wouldn’t care.

“Don’t shoot my horse,” said Tommy. “She’s a good animal.”

“She is a beauty,” said Pascoe admiringly, patting the horse’s white neck, “Reminds me of one I rode as a boy. Maybe I’ll keep her.”

“As long as she’s cared-for.”

“Of course. I’d never harm an animal.”

Tommy was pushed to the ground, sitting with his back against one of the cars. He could feel the tyre against his back.

“Sit tight, Mister Shelby,” said Pascoe. “I’ll get to you in a minute.” He turned to face Holford. “How are you, Doctor? It looks like they did a number on you already - that’s quite a shiner you’ve got there. I hope you’re not too tired.”

“How long have you been searching for me?” Holford demanded. “What took you so long? I’ve been missing for twelve fucking days! Twelve! Do you have any idea what they’ve put me through? Take me home directly.”

“Sorry, Doctor. We’re not here to take you home. We need to ask you some questions first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the truth is…” Pascoe leaned in close to Holford, who recoiled. “Mister Mosley don’t trust you no more. Three years you were Mister Shelby’s doctor, and Shelby never suspected a thing. Not a glimpse, not a whisper. Everything was going according to plan, and now this. What changed? How did he find out?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“Did your conscience get the better of you? Did you decide to come clean?”

“No.”

“Then how did he discover the truth?”

The half-burnt newspaper. The photograph. Dr Michael Holford and Mrs Cath Holford, standing side-by-side at Mosley’s wedding.

“I don’t - I don’t fucking know, you idiot. Listen, he just turned up at my house. Next thing I knew, I’d been abducted. How is that my fault?”

“Just him, by himself?”

“Yes.”

“Did he take you away at gunpoint?”

“Yes!”

While they spoke, Tommy carefully flexed his hands, testing the tightness of the rope. His fingers searched the ground behind him, but found nothing. He felt higher, and encountered something with a hint of sharpness: the corner of the metal fender, the semi-circular well which housed the car’s front wheel. It wasn’t sharp enough to cut through the rope, but it was sharp enough to gradually wear through the strands. He shifted position as imperceptibly as possible, and gently began to rub the rope against the metal edge.

“Did he ask you questions about Mister Mosley?” Pascoe pressed.

“I suppose so.”

“What did you tell him?”

“Nothing. I told him nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m fucking sure. Why are you asking me all these questions?”

“Well, Mister Mosley wants to know if you’ve turned traitor. It’s my job to find out the facts.”

“I…I don’t - ” Holford fumbled for words, his mouth trembling. Then he gathered his thoughts, squared his shoulders, and drew himself up like the landed gentry that he was. His old tone of authority made a triumphant return. “This is ridiculous. Let me use the telephone again. I want to speak to Mosley directly.”

“Mister Mosley don’t want to speak to you.”

“You’re wrong. Oswald and I…We’re old friends. He’s known me for years. He wouldn’t just - ”

“Mister Mosley’s a busy man. He don’t have time for you. Besides, he ordered us to deal with you.”

Holford shrank again, as if his spirit had collapsed on itself.

“Oswald is my friend. He wouldn’t wish harm on me - he wouldn’t - ”

“Mister Mosley wants you out of the picture. You see, you’re compromised. His word, not mine. Thomas Shelby knows things about you, and you know things about Mister Mosley…Do you follow me?”

Of course, Tommy thought. It made sense. Holford was a direct link to Mosley, and that made him a threat to Mosley’s operations. Mosley and his friends had pulled the strings, but it was Holford who’d done the dirty work - Holford who’d faked the X-rays, delivered the diagnosis, thrown away his professional integrity. If the doctor’s actions were made public, his life and career would be ruined.

And now Holford was Tommy’s prisoner, and Mosley had no way of knowing what words had been forced or coerced out of him. Who knew what advantage Tommy had already gained? Who knew what fascist secrets Holford had already spilled? He was no longer an ally, but a liability. He was a loose thread that needed cutting. A mouth that needed silencing. And here they were - the men who’d been sent to do the cutting and the silencing.

“There must be a misunderstanding,” said Holford. “I did everything I was asked to. I did everything perfectly.” He looked around in panic, realising he was surrounded.

Pascoe nodded to his men. “Hold him.”

Two of the men grabbed Holford’s arms, while a third stood by, and the fourth continued to guard Tommy.

Holford’s face spasmed as he tried to hold back tears. He drew in a shaky breath.

“Tell Oswald, I would never betray him,” he continued with increased desperation. “I’m loyal. I’ve always been loyal. If I revealed anything to Mister Shelby, it was only because I was forced.”

“Oh, so you did reveal something?”

“N-no. That’s not what I meant.”

A swift blow to the stomach knocked the wind out of him. Before he could recover, he was shoved face-down on the ground. His left arm was pulled straight to the side, his left wrist tightly gripped and pinned to the tarmac. He tried to pull away, straining against their grip, but they were stronger.

Pascoe put away his gun, and pulled out a pocket-knife. He tested its weight in his hand, and smiled. He turned to Tommy.

“What do you think?” he asked, “Which part should I cut off the doctor first? Since you’re the one he wronged, I’ll let you choose.”

“Nothing, preferably.”

“Why, what do you care? He’s your enemy.”

“Well, seeing as how he’s my prisoner, his wellbeing is my business,” said Tommy. “I’d be remiss if I let anything happen to him. I’d rather you put that knife away. We can talk like civilised men, the three of us.”

“Can we?” Pascoe scoffed. “You’re mistaken, Mister Shelby. The doctor’s no civilised man. Isn’t that right, Doctor?”

He spat on the ground next to Holford.

“I know what you are,” he continued, his lip curling with distaste. “What about your new friend here? Does he know what you are? Have you told him your little secret?”

Crouching down, he cut open Holford’s left sleeve, all the way from the cuff to the shoulder.

“Listen to me,” Holford pleaded. “You don’t have to do this. There are other ways this can be resolved. I have money, I have land. I can - ”

Holford never got to finish his sentence. Pascoe readjusted his grip on his knife and, with the casual precision of someone who’d done this many times before, began to carve at the doctor’s skin.

At first, Holford tried to suppress his cries - awful groans clawing their way up his throat and crawling through his gritted teeth. But as the skin began to peel away, he could contain himself no longer, and let out a series of screams - wild, wordless screams of pure pain.

Bothered by the noise, Tommy’s horse snorted and fidgeted. Tommy continued working at the rope, slowly wearing away strand after strand. One by one, he could feel them breaking.

Pascoe held up a piece of bloody skin. He gave it a wiggle, then tossed it aside.

“I’ll ask you again,” he said. “Have you betrayed Mister Mosley?”

Holford could barely breathe through the pain.

“No,” he gasped, “I swear.”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not lying! Shelby found out everything by himself. Mister Shelby, tell them.”

Tommy said nothing - not wanting to draw attention to himself while he was still working on the rope. Besides, he knew that there was nothing he could say that would make a difference. Pascoe was a man of desire, and he had already decided to torture Holford to death. No protests would dissuade him.

“Tell me the truth,” said Pascoe. “Tell me, and I’ll make it quick.”

“I am telling the truth!”

Pascoe went back in for another slice. Holford screamed until his voice cracked. At one point, he tried to gather himself and started to speak, but then the knife changed angle, and the words scattered into incoherence. The birds in the trees had fallen silent.

“Keep crying,” Pascoe encouraged him. He was breathing heavily, but not from exertion. His face was flushed with excitement. This work was what he lived for. He wasn’t in it for the money - he was in it for the pleasure.

Finally he stopped and straightened up. At his feet, Holford lay whimpering. The pain kept him paralysed - he couldn’t move for fear of making it worse.

“What shall I peel off next?” Pascoe asked. “Your face?”

“Stop,” Holford said faintly, “Just stop.”

“What about your hands, then? Or I can cut off your fingers.”

“Not - not my hands. I’m a doctor, I need my hands. I need them.”

“Soon you won’t need anything but a nice bit of earth, Doctor Holford. Turn him over.”

They flipped Holford over so that he lay face-up on the road. There was a dark stain at his crotch; in his agony, he’d lost control of his bladder.

“Look,” one of the men laughed. “The good doctor pissed himself.”

Tearing open the buttoned closure of Holford’s trousers, Pascoe yanked them off and flung them inside. Then, less roughly, he pulled Holford’s underwear down around his ankles. Holford wailed, curling his legs to try and cover himself.

“Leave me alone.”

“What’s the matter?” Pascoe mocked him.

“Leave me alone!”

The rope around Tommy’s wrists was tantalisingly frayed, but he resisted the urge to start yanking. If he fucked up now, it was all over. Patience was key. Without moving his head, his eyes darted around, seeking his next move. He observed that the man guarding him was the same one who’d disarmed him. Tommy’s Colt M1911 was holstered at the man’s side, under his arm. Tommy could see it. He just needed to reach it.

“Your orders were plain, Doctor. You were meant to ensure Mister Shelby didn’t bother Mister Mosley no more. You had the smarts - that’s why Mosley chose you. But you fucked up. I don’t know when or how, but you fucked up. Now you have to pay for it. Should I take your balls first or your cock first? I suppose it doesn’t matter. It’ll sting the same either way.”

“Just shoot me,” Holford begged, eliciting laughs from the men around him, “Just end it.”

“Now why would I do that? It’d be a waste.”

“Just fucking shoot me.”

“You’ll die when I choose. No sooner.”

Pascoe crouched over the doctor, seeking an angle to start cutting. He pushed up Holford’s shirt so it wouldn’t get in the way. Holford struggled, his whole body twisting as he tried to wriggle free. But he was no fighter, and these men were killers.

“Too bad I don’t have time to introduce you to the rest of my knives,” Pascoe continued, “You deserved longer. It’ll be Mister Shelby's turn soon. But I’ll make the most of the time we’ve got.”

He taunted Holford with the blade, letting the edge shine close to his skin.

“Don’t worry. I sharpen ‘em every day, keep ‘em nice and shiny. This won’t take long.” He glanced down to check Holford’s size. “It’s not like there’s much there anyway,” he added, laughing.

“Help me!” Holford cried, to nobody in particular.

“Nobody’s going to help you,” Pascoe promised. “Your servants called the police when you didn’t come home, but Mister Mosley hushed it up quick. As far as the world knows, you’ve caught a nasty bug off one of your patients, and you’ve gone on a nice trip to the Mediterranean for your health. Too bad the sea air won’t cure you. Even that woman you call a ‘wife’ isn’t worried. The coppers aren’t looking for you, nobody’s looking for you.”

Holford sobbed.

Pascoe tapped his knife against Holford’s thigh - gently enough to not break the skin, but firmly enough for Holford to feel the keen edge. The doctor’s struggles ceased - stilled by the blade’s touch. He fell silent.

“Look at me. Look at me so I can see your eyes.”

The knife’s edge glided gently upwards, towards Holford’s pelvis.

“I’ll peel a little off first. Then I’ll sever the whole member. Then I’ll shove it down your throat - that’s how you like it, after all. Mister Mosley told me so, while he was in a rage about you disappearing.”

Holford offered no resistance - his body had gone limp. He seemed almost as if he’d lost consciousness, but his eyes were still open, staring up at Pascoe with a glassy vacancy.

“Where did the tears go?” Pascoe tutted, “Oh well. You’ll be crying again soon enough.”

The rope broke.

Tommy flung himself upon his guard, momentum carrying them to the ground together. As they fell, Tommy’s fingers wrapped around the familiar handle of his holstered Colt. He drew it. Shot the guard in the face. Shot the two men holding Holford down. As Pascoe turned to look in the direction of the gunshots, Tommy shot him in the eye. Blood splattered on the road, on Holford’s face, on the doctor’s torn white shirt.

The one thug still living swung around, and bullets struck the car behind Tommy as he returned fire, but the exchange lasted only for a moment. As the echoes faded, Holford remained cowering on the ground, covering his head as if expecting more shots.

And just like that, five men lay dead in a quiet stretch of English countryside. After a while, the birds began to chirp again.

Wincing, Tommy rose to his feet, holstering his pistol. He stepped over the dead guard, kicking aside his limp leg, and scanned the surrounding fields to make sure nobody else was coming.

He turned to see Holford sitting upright among the dead bodies, naked from the waist down. The blood had drained from his face - he looked ghostly white and glassy-eyed. His ripped shirt was half-hanging off him.

Tommy approached him.

“Can you stand?” he asked.

Holford didn’t respond. He was shaking uncontrollably - a combination of shock, fear, and exposure. The flush of adrenaline was fading, leaving him cold.

“C’mon,” Tommy said gruffly, “Let’s get out of here.”

He reached for Holford’s good arm, but the doctor flinched away. A chill breeze reminded Tommy of the late hour. The shadows were long - soon it would be dark.

“Fuck this place,” he muttered.

He mounted his horse, fully intending to just ride away. But as he glanced down at the miserable doctor, he realised he couldn’t leave him behind.

What options did he have? Shoot Holford and leave him among the bodies, then let the police try and figure out what the hell had happened? Maybe they’d trace it back to Mosley, and the fascists would face consequences for Holford’s murder. But the idea quickly evaporated as he looked at the doctor’s tear-streaked face.

“Get up on the horse,” he said. “I’ll take you back.”

Holford remained mute.

“Look,” Tommy sighed. There were threats he could’ve made, but instead he chose the factual approach. “Night’s falling. It’ll be dark soon. There’s no guarantee anyone will pass by. If you stay here, you’ll freeze to death. If you come with me, I’ll take you back to where it’s warm and get you cleaned up.”

The promise of warmth must’ve persuaded Holford - or perhaps he just wanted to get away from Pascoe’s corpse. He rose unsteadily to his feet, pulling his shorts back up. Feeling wet cloth drag against his thighs, he glanced down, and belatedly remembered that he’d wet himself. Mortified, he looked up at Tommy to see if he’d noticed.

“It happens,” said Tommy, “Don’t worry about it. Get up on the horse, eh?”

Holford looked left and right along the road, hoping against hope that he might see another car coming; but Tommy was the only living person for miles. With resignation in his eyes, he hobbled towards the horse and rider; cradling his left arm, which was streaked with blood from Pascoe’s cutting.

Tommy extended his hand to help him up, but Holford hesitated. He tried to speak, but couldn’t. Written in his eyes was the question: Are you angry with me?

“You’re safe,” said Tommy.

After a moment more of hesitation, Holford took his hand, and with difficulty climbed onto the horse’s back. The stirrup - his only foothold - was already occupied, so instead he stepped on Tommy’s shoe with his socked foot, swinging his other leg up and over.

He tugged down the hem of his shirt, trying to stop his shorts from touching the back of Tommy’s coat. His body pressed against Tommy’s from behind, and his uninjured arm wrapped around him, seeking support. Tommy could feel the doctor shaking.

“Let’s get you back to the caravan.”

Tommy clucked his tongue and spurred the horse to a slow trot - she couldn’t go faster under their combined weight. They rode in silence through the gathering dark, Holford’s grip growing weaker and weaker as cold and exhaustion set in. After a while, Tommy felt the doctor’s head resting against his shoulder.

Chapter 8: Firelight

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The Journey From Platform 9 ¾ Jungkook's P.O.V So I’m doing a rewrite of an old Harry Potter AU I did. This is one of the chapters. If you like it the rest is on Wattpad but is still very much under editing and unfinished sooo . . . ENJOY! 💜

I’ve been up since five o’clock this morning and was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. I put on jeans because I don’t think it would be such a good idea to walk into the station in wizard's robes – I can change on the train. I check my Hogwarts list yet again to make sure I have everything that I need, and make sure that Bam is shut safely in his crate and then pace the room, waiting for my family to get up.

Two hours later, the huge, heavy trunk is loaded into our small electric car. We reach King's Cross at half past ten. Ma placed my trunk on to a trolley and wheeled it into the station for me. It’s heavier than I had anticipated.

"Well, here you are, kookie. Platform nine – platform ten. Your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem  to have built it yet, do they? I’m sure you’ll find it but I have to be at work in 20 minutes — gosh I’m already running behind. Have a good term, I’ll miss you very much until the holidays. Love you sweetie!” With a kiss to my head she was gone. What am I to do now?

Ma is right. There is a big plastic number nine over one platform and a big plastic number ten over the one next to it, and in the middle, nothing at all. I feel the panic start to set in. I’m starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Bam. I’m going to ask someone. I try to ask a passing guard, but he has never heard of Hogwarts and when I couldn’t even tell him what part of the country it is in, he started to get annoyed, as though I’m being stupid on purpose.

Getting desperate, I ask for the train that leaves at eleven o’clock, but the guard says there isn't one. In the end he walks away, muttering about time-wasters.I have no idea what to do, I think about calling ma but my phone is in the bottom of my trunk.

According to the large clock over the arrivals board, I have ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts but I have absolutely no idea how to do it. I’m just stuck here, stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk that I can hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money and a large dog. In her rush Ma must have forgotten to tell me something I have to do, like tapping the third brick on the left to get into Diagon Alley.

I wondered if I should get out my wand and start tapping the ticket box between the two platforms. At that moment a group of people pass just behind me and I’m able to catch some of the words of their conversation.

"– packed with Muggles, of course –" and in the sea of voices their words make sense, Korean. (Ma has been hounding me about improving my English lately) I turn around quickly. Maybe I can ask this person for directions.

The speaker is a thin woman who is talking to four children. Two of the boys at the head of the group are pushing a trunk like mine in front of them– and they have cats like the ones I see in Diagon Alley. Heart hammering, I push my trolley after them. They stop and so do I, just near enough to hear what we are saying.

"Now, what's the platform number?" asks another woman who must be the boys' grandmother.

"Nine and three-quarters!" pipes a small girl, who is holding her hand.

"Ma, can’t I go ..." the young girl begs tugging at her Grandmother’s dress

"You aren’t old enough, Eun-jin, now be quiet. All right, Jimin, you go first."

A boy with hair an awkward looking shade of brown marches towards platforms nine and ten. I watch, careful not to blink in case I miss it – but just as the boy reaches the divide between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists comes swarming in front of him, and by the time the last rucksack has cleared away, the boy has vanished.

“Tae-Tae, you're next," the woman says.

A tall, gangly boy with lavender purple hair passes in front of me while I try to watch, he stumbles a little and touches his face in surprise.

He turns to the woman walking beside him, “Ma, I’ve lost my glasses again."

"Oh, Namjoon." the woman sighs, she takes out a wand but the boy, Namjoon, stops her.

“Can I do it? Pleaseee!”

“Jonnie dear, that's underage magic. It isn't allowed” she mutters something under her breath and something comes whizzing by almost hitting me in the face. “Here are your glasses, Joonie, now go before you miss the train!”

The boy puts on the glasses and off he goes. His mother calls after him to hurry up and follow her and he must have done it, because a second later, they are both gone – but how did they do it? Now the other boy is walking briskly towards the ticket barrier – he is almost there – and then, quite suddenly, he isn't anywhere. I squeak belatedly, still a bit shocked from the glasses almost taking my nose off.

The woman and the boy turn to face me. The woman smiles warmly  “Hello, dear,” she says. "First time at Hogwarts? Tae's new, too." She points to the taller of the two boys who is slim but not skinny.

"Yes," I answered honestly. "The thing is – the thing is, I don’t know how to –"

"How to get on to the platform?" She says, it's clear he's done this before, and I nod helplessly.

"Not to worry," she says. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Taehyung."

"OK!" I say. Eh, why not, not like I have any other options. I push the trolley round and stare at the unyielding barrier. Finally an excuse to run into a wall on purpose! Before I can change my mind I break into a run. I’m a foot away and I brace myself for the crash but It doesn’t come

When I open my eyes. A scarlet steam engine is waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead naming the train the Hogwarts Express, leaving at 11 o’clock. I look behind me and see a wrought-iron archway where the ticket box has been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it. I’ve done it! Smoke from the engine drifts over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every colour wind here and there between our legs. dogs hooted to each other in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.

The first few carriages already seem packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to our families, some fighting over seats. I push my trolley off down the platform in search of an empty seat. A boy with red tips to his dark hair is surrounded by a small crowd.

"Give us a look, Lee, go on." The boy lifts the lid of a box in his arms and the people around him shriek and yell as something inside pokes out a long, hairy leg.

“Tae, Taehyung, Kim Taehyung!” the boy who had come through first shouts, he looks worried. Muttering under his breath, “Where is he? He should be here by now?”

Soon I hear a commotion behind me, “Jiminie! There's my mini mochi. '' Taehyung tries to hug the boy called Jimin but the shorter boy pushes him away playfully. I begin to feel, with alarming suddenness and intensity, my aloneness.

I press on through the crowd until I find an empty compartment near the end of the train. I put Bam inside first and then started to shove and heave my trunk towards the train door. I try to lift it up the steps but can hardly raise one end. It drops painfully on my foot.

"Want a hand?” A boy peeks out of the train car, he looks a few years older than me with a long neck and broad shoulders.

“Yes, please," I pant, my foot still in pain.

“I'm Kim Seokjin by the way” With Seokjin's help, my trunk is at last tucked away in a corner of the compartment. "Thanks, Seokjin" I say, pushing my sweaty hair out of his eyes.

“No problem, call me Jin”

The train begins to move. I see Taehyung's mother waving and his sister and brother, half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathers too much speed; then they fall back and wave. I watch the children and their mother disappear as the train rounds the corner. Houses flash past the window. I feel a great leap of excitement. The door of the compartment slides open and the two boys, Taehyung and Jimin come in.

"Anyone sitting there?" he asks, pointing at the seat opposite me. "Everywhere else is full." I shake my head and the boys sit down.

"Hey Taehyung." It is Jin again. "Listen, we're going down the middle of the train – Lee Know’s got a giant tarantula down there."

"Okay, see you later hyung," Taehyung waves Jin off, turning back to me.

“Did we introduce ourselves? Kim Taehyung but you can call me Tae and ” the second boy speaks up, finishing the sentence “I"m Park Jimin”.

"Is that boy who just left your brother, are all your family wizards?" I ask, they don't look related but they seem close.

“No but he may as well be, he’s a distant cousin. And yes my family is all wizards," says Taehyung.

“Cool! So you must know loads of magic already." The Kim's are clearly one of those old wizarding families dad occasionally mentioned.

"Are you a muggle born?" asks Tae. "What are they like, muggles?"

I don’t know what to say at first “I just moved here from Korea actually and back home they were pretty normal so I guess it’s the same here. I’m a halfblood. My dad is a wizard, but we don"t use much magic around the house. Muggles are pretty normal I guess – well, not all of them, some are kind of mental. My dad works as a farmer and says we should keep a low profile. I bet I'll be the worst in the class.” I sigh sadly

Jimin smiles, "You won't be. There's loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough."

The train speeds past fields full of cows and sheep. We’re quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past. Around half past twelve a smiling, dimpled woman slided back our door and asks:

"Anything off the trolley, dears?" I, who skipped breakfast out of excitement this morning, leap to my feet. Maybe she would have banana milk but the woman doesn’t have banana milk. What he does have are Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Liquorice Wands and a number of other strange things I have never seen in my life. Not wanting to miss anything, I get some of everything and pay the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.

Tae and Jimin look wide eyed as I bring it all back into the compartment "Hungry, are you?" Jimin says

“Starving, I skipped breakfast. Plus, I’ve never had wizard candy before” I explain, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty. "What are these?" I ask Tae, holding up a pack of something labelled: Chocolate Frogs. "They’re not really frogs, are they?" It’s only been a month since I’ve been truly introduced to the wizarding world but I don’t think anything can surprise me anymore.

"No, just candy. Some are milk chocolate, some are dark." He answers. "But see what the card is, I'm missing Agrippa."

"What?" I’m confused, “What’s an Agrippa?”

"Who, not what.” Jimin corrects, then softens his tone, “oh, of course, you wouldn’t know, sorry.”

“It’s okay. Tell me, I want to know everything.”

“Chocolate Frogs have cards inside them, you know, to collect – Famous Witches and Wizards. I have about five hundred, Minnie and I collect together, but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy."

I unwrap one of the Chocolate Frog and pick up the card. It shows a man's face. He’s wearing half-moon glasses, has a long crooked nose and flowing silver hair, beard and moustache. Underneath the picture is the name Albus Dumbledore.

“So this is Dumbledoree!" I say.

"Don't tell me you'd never hear of Dumbledoree!" says Jimin.

“My dad did mention he was important in wizard politics but other than that no, not really.”

"Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa – thanks –" Tae asks

I turn the card to the back and read:

Albus Dumbledoree, currently Headmaster of Hogwarts. Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Professor Dumbledoree is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledoree enjoys chamber music and tenpin bdoging.

When I turn the card back over I see, to my astonishment, that Dumbledoree's face has disappeared.

"He's gone!"

"Well, you can 't expect him to hang around all day." says Tae.

"He'll be back.” Jimin reassures me.

“No, I"ve got Morgana again and I"ve got about six of her ... do you want it? You can start collecting." Tae hands me the card and I take it eagerly reading the back.

I push the rest of the frogs to the middle so we can all reach them. "Help yourself," I say. "But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos."

"Do they?” Tae looks genuinely shocked.

“What, they don't move at all?" Jimin sounds amazed as well

"Weird!" Tae finishes the thought

“Hey, you guys finish each other's sentences a lot.”

“Oh.” Jimin giggles, wrapping his arm around Tae’s shoulder and pulling the taller boy closer. “Yeah.”

“We’re soulmates.” Tae finishes Jimin’s sentence again as an explanation.

“Soulmates? Is that like a wizard thing?”

“No, anybody can have a soulmate.”

“Oh okay, so how did you know that you’re soulmates?”

“We just . . . knew.” They say the words at the same time.

“Oh, so you two are a couple, that’s nice.”

“Oh, no we’re just friends, basically brothers at this point.”

I nod, their bond confuses me a little but they seem really nice. I think that I may have just made a friend, two of them. In my first hour. YAY!

I stare at the Chocolate Frog Card as Dumbledoree ambles back into the picture, I smile back. This year is going to be great. Soon I’ve collected not only Dumbledoree and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcroft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, Paracelsus, Cliodna, and Merlin.

I eye the bag of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavor Beans suspiciously.

"You want to be careful with those," Tae warns

“Why? Are they bad?”

“Depends.” Jimin says drawing an odd multi-coloured bean carefully out of the bag.

“On what?”

"When they say every flavour, they mean every flavour – you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. Dad always tells he has a bogey-flavoured one once, he likes to joke but honestly I believe him" Tae explains.

“You first?” Jimin gives Tae a daring look

Frowning, Tae picks up a green bean, looks at it carefully and bites into a corner.

"Bleurgh – see? Sprouts." We spend a while eating the Every-Flavour Beans. I get  toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine and I’m brave enough to nibble the end of a funny grey one Taehyung refuses to touch, which turns out to be pepper. The countryside now flying past the window is becoming wilder. The neat fields are gone. Replaced by thick woods, twisting rivers and dark green hills.

There is a knock on the door of our compartment and the tall clumsy boy with purple hair who blocked my view on platform nine and three quarters comes in. He looks panicked.

“Sorry," he says in English, "but have you seen my glasses, they’re round with black rims and I need them to see?"

“I haven’t but I’m sure that they'll turn up," I say reassuring him as best as I can in the foreign language

"Yes," says the boy miserably. "Well, if you see them..." He leaves.

Tae turns back to me, “I tried to make Jimin taller yesterday but the spell doesn’t work. I’ll show you, look ..." He rummages around in his trunk and pulls out his wand. He’s just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The clumsy boy is back, but this time he has another boy with him, who's already wearing his Hogwarts robes. His are black like the ones I bought. Only they have a yellow patch on the breast reading "Hufflepuff".

"Has anyone seen Namjoon's glasses?" he says. He has a cheerful voice and hair dyed a shade of blazing red. The lift in the atmosphere is almost palpable as he sits down next to me

"We've already told him we haven't seen them." says Tae, speaking perfect English.

They turn to leave the boy with purple hair ushering the other one out of the compartment, but the red head boy isn’t listening, he is looking at the wand in Tae’s hand.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Can we see?" He sits down again. Tae startles a bit then straightens up as if trying to look taller in front of these older boys. "Er – all right." He cleared his throat.

“Bigger, shorter, taller, smaller, make Park Jimin taller." He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Jimin stays the same height, and shoves Tae into the floor of the compartment.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" the purple hair boy asks, raising an eyebrow. He isn't judging, merely curious. “I"ve learnt all our set books by heart and that isn’t in any of them besides, we don"t start human transfiguration until year 7, it very tricky stuff” he says a matter of factly

“And a nasty business if you get it wrong too” adds the robed boy still smiling.

“And you are?” Tae questions from the floor.

“I"m your hope, your my hope, I’m J-Hope. Third year.” he says with an even bigger smile

“No, he means your real name” Jimin clarifies, the boy calling himself J-Hope is unfazed.

Breaking the silence Namjoon says, “I"m Kim Namjoon, third year as well. Who are you?" He asks, shy now that his rant is over.

“I"m Kim Taehyung, first year" Taehyung says still stunned, “Park Jimin, first year as well”

I follow their example “Jeon Jungkook, I"m a first year too.”

“Wait, Namjoon? Do you know Kim Seokjin?”

“Yeah, we’re friends.”

“Oh yeah, Jin’s mentioned you two. Please don’t tell him I actually tried the spell, I knew he was joking of course. But you know no harm in trying right.” He looks directly at Jimin. “Jimin here needs all the help he can get.”

Jimin glares and Tae barely manages to dodge his foot. “Yah! Respect your elders.”

“It’s 2 months and 17 days, shut up!”

The older boys, J-Hope and Namjoon laugh and so do I.

“We won’t tell.” Namjoon promises.

J-Hope nods to promise his silence too. “We'd better go and look for Namjoon's glasses.” And he leaves, taking Namjoon with him.

As the compartment door shut I hear a voice calling down the train “Joon, Hoba” and the two boys follow it down the hall, and they're gone.

"Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I am even more curious now that I’ve met a Hufflepuff, and I’m thankful that my dad took the time to explain houses to me.

Tae finally get off the floor and Jimin welcomes him into his lap.

“Whatever house I'm in I hope he's in it, he seems like such a fun person” Tae throws his wand back into his trunk.

“He must be muggle born.” I say using my newfound terminology

“Why do you say that?” asks Tae, now it’s his turn to be confused.

“That's the type of name that muggle rappers have”

“Wrappers? Like on the candies?” Jimin looks at me like I’ve just said that the sky is green.

“No not w-r-a-p, it’s -r-a-p.” I spell the word out for the confused boys, “It's a type of muggle music, where people talk really fast using rhyming words.”

“Yeah but that’s still an odd name.” Tae says

“I wonder if he gets teased a lot.” Jimin wonders

“He seemed pretty confident, I don’t think he cares.”

“Well he's lucky! My mum made me dye my hair back to brown before school.” Jimin says gloomily.

“Yeah, I was over when it happened. She made me help because she has no idea how to work muggle hair dye.” Tae laughs and Jimin gives him a small shove threatening to tumble him into the floor again. Suddenly the ugly shade of brown makes sense.

“There’s no spell for that?”

“My mum doesn’t like hair dye, so she never learnt them if there is any. She thinks boys shouldn’t do that type of thing because it’s for girls and trashy girls at that. Tae and I actually had to sneak to dye it.”

“His mum was so mad I thought she would explode.” Tae is bent over laughing.

“She was literally pinker than my hair.” Jimin says between laughs, “I thought she would dye it back right then but Tae’s mum convinced her that we’d already spent the time and money so we should keep it.”

“That’s fair. What shade was it?”

“Pastel pink.” Jimin sighs again

“Speaking of pink,” Tae says eagerly, “ did you hear Min Yoongi is in his third year at Hogwarts this year? I heard from some 3rd years on the train. He's mental!”

“How is that speaking of pink!?” Jimin and I both ask.

“I don"t know, it just is”

“Yeah, don’t worry Kook you"ll learn Tae-Tae language soon enough” Jimin says turning to Tae, “anyway your friends are probably just trying to prank you back for revenge on what we did to them this summer”

“Oh yeah, that was epic. But I’m telling you it's true”

“I guess, I mean he would be just only a year or two older than us now wouldn’t he?”

“Wait, wait, wait guys! Who's Min Yoongi” I ask

They both turn to look at me like I’m crazy. “Who's Min Yoongi?” Tae and Jimin repeated. Tae nearly spits out the pumpkin pasties that he just started munching on.

“Your dad never told you?” Jimin doesn’t sound judgy, just shocked.

“No” I say shyly, feeling bad about missing this crucial information.

“Well, he's only the boy who defeated” Tae drops to a whisper “Voldemort”

“You’re so bad Tae, don"t say his name”

“Who's Voldemort?”

“Don’t say it” says Jimin but he looks kind of impressed.

“I’m not trying to be bad I just never knew you shouldn’t, see I have so much to learn”

“Wow, you really are clueless” Tae looks almost offended at my lack of knowledge

“He doesn’t mean to be rude” Jimin assures me

“Yeah, I hardly know anything about the wizarding world and until you two told me, I doesn’t know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort –”

“Stop saying the name!” Jimin shushed me putting his hand over my face, “We have to call him He-who-must-not-be-named”

“Why?”

“I don"t know, it's just what everyone else does” Jimin shrugs

“personally I think it's stupid” says Tae, “anywho, he's the baddest wizard of all time”

“Baddest isn't a word Tae”

“Shut up Jimin, why are you so angry all the time is it because you're short. Short people don"t have the right to be angry. It's okay you'll get bigger someday” He mocks and Jimin shoves him into the floor again.

“He is the worst" Jimin emphasises the last word, “dark wizard that there ever has been. He killed a lot of people, wizards, half bloods, and muggles too. It is awful. People say he has no soul and nobody thought he would ever stop until one day” Jimin pauses dramatically, “he disappeared. All because of one little boy . . . Min Yoongi. He is the one person that He-who-must-not-be-named couldn’t kill.”

“Wow!” I say, because I’m at a loss for words longer than one syllable.

“And he was just a baby, nobody knows why it happened” Tae continues the story

“Where is he now? He-who-must not be named I mean.” I ask

“Nobody knows” Jimin says finishing the story.

We’re quiet for a while then I ask “So how do we put you in houses anyway, is there like an IQ test or something?”

“No. I hear that Dumbledoor himself sorts the students” Tae says

“Your guess is as good as ours Kook, my mum doesn’t want to spoil it by telling me. But I think Tae will be in hufflepuff or raven claw.” Jimin says

"Mum and Dad are in it, too.” Tae explains “I don’t suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if I was put into slytherin.”

"That's the house You-Know-Who was in?” Jimin looks thoughtful for a moment, “and Min Yoongi.”

"Yeah," says Taehyung. He flops back into his seat, looking depressed. "You know, I think Jimin's hair got a bit longer," I say, trying to take everyone's mind off house placement

Then something occurs to me “So what do your parents do, I bet they have really cool wizard jobs”

Jimin answers first “My mum is a healer at St. Mungos, the wizard hospital and my dad works at gringotts as an bank advisor”

“So does mine. That's how Jimin and I know eachother. My Ma is head of news media and owl post affairs at the ministry of magic.”

“That's like the wizard government if you didn’t know” Jimin explains before I have to ask.

I'm surprised they sound like normal enough jobs, “I never really thought about it, but guess it makes sense that wizards have to have a government too.”

“Yeah, the wizard population in London alone is huge.” Jimin makes a fanning motion with his arms as if to show the size of London.

Tae turns suddenly to Jimin “Do you remember what our parents were saying the other day in Diagon Alley? Someone tried to rob a high security vault."

I can’t suppress my curiosity "Really? What happened to them?"

"Nothing, that's why it's such big news. They haven't been caught. My dad say must’ve been a powerful Dark wizard to get through Gringotts security, but they don��t think that they even took anything, that's what's odd.” Jimin explains

"Everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it." Tae elaborates

I turn this news over in my mind, starting to get a prickle of fear every time You-Know-Who is mentioned. He supposed this is all part of entering the magical world, but it has been a lot more comfortable saying "Voldemort" without worrying.

"What's your Quidditch team?" Taehyung asks.

"Er – I don"t know any," I confess.

“That’s fine, Tae knows lots.” Jiumin says, sounding exasperated. I can’t imagine why.

“Oh, I guess that makes sense. It’s the best game in the world –"

A few minutes later I understand Jimin's exasperation. If I wasn’t so curious about all of this Tae rant would surely be annoying, but I do find it fascinating so it's okay.  He carefully explains all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he's been to with his brothers and the broomstick he'd like to get if his parents would allow him. He is just taking me through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slides open yet again, but it isn't Namjoon the glassesless boy or J-Hope this time.

Three boys entered and I recognised the middle one at once: it’s the pale boy from Madam Malkin's robe shop.

“I’m Choi Soobin, this is Choi Yeonjun, Choi Beomgyu, Kang Taehyun and Huening Kai. Are you all first years as well?” He says in English and I am actually surprised that I can understand. I guess ma's forcing it down my throat has paid off.

"Yes," I reply.

“Cool, maybe we can be friends”

“Sure.” I say, they wave good-bye as they leave the compartment.

Before long the compartment door opens again. A boy with a mean looking sneer.

“My name's Park, Park Jin-young." Tae gives a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Jin-young looks at him. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. You're that long-necked squibb's little cousin" He turns back to me. "You must not know alot if you’re hanging out with this one but, you’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort.” When I don’t answer he just shrugs.

“Your loss but, I'd be careful if I were you, kid," he says his voice clearly patronising.

Jimin and I both get up. “Leave us alone!” Jimin says.

"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Jin-young sneers.

"Unless you get out now," I say, suprining myself when my voice doesn’t shake the way I thought it would. Jin-young is alot bigger than and older.

"But I don't feel like leaving, I've eaten all my food and you still seem to have some." He reaches towards the Chocolate Frogs next to me – Taehyung leaps forward, but before he’s so much as touched Jin-young, Jin-young let out a horrible yell. A small black and white puppy is hanging off his leg, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Jin-young calf. He tries to shake Yeontan off and when he finally does the pup hits the window, and Park Jin-young goes off running screaming “Bye gaylords!” as he runs

“We’re not even dating!” Taehyung screams back

“BITCH” I think he’s finished but he starts up again opening the compartment door and leaning out of it, “HOE, DICKWAD, ASSFACE–” Jimin screams and is about to keep going when Taehyung pats his shoulder and tells him to sit down.

“Min, a prefect is coming.”

“Crap!”

“Crap, really Min. Crap, after all that.”

“Shut up!” Jimin says, grabbing a book from his bag and flipping to a random page as if to pretend he’s reading.

A blond boy, older than us, wearing a silver badge who must be said ‘prefect’ knocks on the door of our compartment. Taehyung opens it slowly. I see that the blond boy is already in his robes as well and his robes have a green patch reading ‘Slytherin’. I feel an involuntary prickle of fear and I hate it, he looks so nice.

“Is everything alright here?”

“Oh yes, everything is just fine.” Tae says.

“Really, because I just saw Park Jin-young running for his life from here.” His face shifts into a smile.

“Oh um, we, well we just–”

The prefect shakes his head, “I don’t need to know. But good on you guys, Park Jin-young is a jerk. He’s in 5th year.”

“Fith!?” We all say, shocked at the same time.

“Yes, he’s a small minded coward, don’t pay him any mind and stay out of trouble okay. Good luck. If you need anything, myself and any of the other prefects are here to help you.”

“Channie!” A voice drifts down the corridor.

“Well I have to go, stay safe.”

“Bye.” The perfect leaves and I turn back to Tae and Jimin.

Tae jumps up and down in his seat. “Wow! That was epic. You speak English so well for someone who’s just moved here.”

“Thanks, it's really because of my mother I wouldn’t have bothered if he hadn’t practically beat me every time I said it’s useless.”

“Well I guess it wasn’t.” Jimin smiles, giving me a thumbs up.

"I’ve heard of his family, Jin-young I mean" says Tae darkly. "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. says They had been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Park's father didn’t need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side."

We’re all silent after that.

I look out of the window. It’s getting dark and I can see mountains and forests under the deep-purple sky. The train does seem to be slowing down. We all take off our jackets and pull on our long black robes. I try to imagine which patch will be on mine, but I can’t.

A voice echoes through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately." My stomach lurches with nerves as we pack up the sweets into our bags and join the crowd in the corridor.

I see J-Hope and Namjoon and the prefect as well as Jin-young. We keep our distance.The train slows right down and finally stops. People push their way towards the door and out onto a tiny, dark platform. The cold air makes me shiver.

Then a lamp came bobbing over all of our heads, suspended in the air as if by magic, then I remember it is, and I hear a loud voice: "First years! First years over here! I’m Professor Bang. Come on, follow me – any more first years? Mind your step, now! First years follow me!"

“Yo! Bang PD-nim.” An older student shouts

He high-fives the boy and smiles, “Join your year Mr. Lee.”

Slipping and stumbling, we follow Mr. Bang down a small path through some trees. Everyone is quiet except for the occasional whisper. There is a loud "Oooooh!" from the group as a large majestic building comes into view. The building must be the school but looks more like a castle and stands over a great lake, its windows sparkling in the starry sky.

“No more than four to a boat!" Mr. Bang calls, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Jimin Tae and I are followed into our boat by Soobin.

"Everyone in?" shouts Mr. Bang, who has a boat to himself, "Right then – FORWARD!" And the fleet of little boats moves off all at once, gliding across the black surface of the lake,

From afar you can tell the school is big but as we get closer it only seems to grown in size.

We all duck as we pass through a curtain of ivy and a previously hidden opening in the cliff face. After a while we reach a dock and Tae helps me clamber out of the boats.

We follow Mr. Bang's lamp, down a dark passageway, coming out at last on to smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨.| (M) | PT 12.

synopsis; park areum is a small journalist who gets mistaken for a sex worker one day. she gets kidnapped and then given to lee jeno, an infamous mafia for creating war and havoc.

warnings; lower caps intended!!, this is part 12/ 20, action, fighting scenes, short love triangle, mafia romance, cursing/mature language, jeno falls in love hard, !jealous mafia jeno, enemies to lovers, smut!!, makeout scenes, gripping, degrading, praising, jeno is a bit of a dick but we been knew. park areum is a bad bitch <3.

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“you know when i said don’t leave my side?” areum sitting up slanted on the bed, spine lean on the head frame of the nurse bed. jeno who sat on the edge of the bed as well, clinging like a leech. areum did not mean by the phrase of ‘don’t leave’ to have jeno stick and care for her 24/7 all day.

“i did not mean that literally,” areum said bluntly.

he constantly asks if she likes this food or not, if he should make the soldiers remake it until it’s perfect; jeno wants areum to recover as soon as possible.

jeno looks at areum scoffing, “be grateful, i am a busy man.” areum rolling her eyes at the man “busy man, my ass” she said back , leaning down to take a mouthful from the soup jeno made for her to eat.

kun walks inside the nurse infirmary humming, long white coat flowing behind the graceful walk with the sharp shiny polish shoes. the man reaching for the tiny pocket where the round white glasses, putting them on as he grabs the file with areum’s name in red pen.

he gave a short smile towards areum once he looks up from the papers, “you seem to be getting better,” he congratulates.

areum hums, “thank you doc!” kun nods and glances to jeno, “why are you always here though?” he questions.

the younger man rubs the nape coughing, “areum begged me to stay,” this was the only excuse he could come up with. the girl opening her mouth, jaw dropping at the unbelievable lies. “yah yah yah, you’re lying.”

“oh really?” jeno said, areum nods back quickly replying confidently. “yeah really!”

the girl saw him leaning to close to her face, with a teasing smile he slowly mimics words that areum felt her face heat up hearing. “oh please jeno! don’t leave my side.” jeno would exaggerate with a high pitch tone to mimic areum’s voice— in reality it sounded nothing like a girl but more like a ninety year old grandfather.

areum was so distracted by jeno’s handsome features but once hearing him talk— all the attractiveness left threw the window. “i do not sound like that lee jeno,” areum bantered forward with short laughter.

jeno smiles, jesting to areum “okay then, help me out. you say it instead that way it’ll sound exactly like you.” areum softly tap jeno’s shoulder pushing him away the more he jokes back. “no you’re trying to make me say it! Not falling for that,” areum said.

kun watching the two be completely in their own world, he soon turns to the door that opens wide revealing a tan boy with a white hoodie on and shorts, beside him was a slightly taller male with light brown hair, smiling eyes connecting to areum.

“haechan, jaemin” kun said catching jeno’s and areum’s attention. areum waves at the boys but jeno only greets one boy and left the other boy out in the cold.

jaemin did not acknowledge jeno instead he walks to areum, smiling ear to ear. “how are you feeling, areum?” it was filled with such genuine emotion, areum softly smiles something that she hardly does with jeno. the soft emotions? never heard of them.

hyuck hums loudly before moonwalking backwards towards jeno, he earned himself a glare when jeno intentionally trips haechan up. why? because he felt like it. areum and jaemin are now making him third wheel so he feels completely left out. haechan just happened to be the perfect person to direct that jealousy issue on to.

“ow! what was that for jeno,” haechan whines rubbing the butt area when he got up slowly. “you annoyed me,” jeno plainly replies.

areum breathes outside the mansion feeling more freedom than she ever felt before, if only she could see jisung now. she puts the sad thoughts away, walking around the heavily guarded perimeter of the large building.

some were armed on the rooftop, some men were on the entrance watching areum like she was a little mouse awaiting to be caught by them.

the fresh oxygen inhaled through the recovering body was the perfect medicine for her. areum sits on the swing she found, taking a glance on the white bandage right hand.

her slim fingers unwrap the thick layers of the medical band-aid very slowly, observing how bad the wound actually is. once areum examines, she notices the prickling dry blood and many scars, a hollow empty hole in the middle of each finger due to the missing nail.

she wasn’t exactly sure what to feel but it wasn’t a pretty sight. a figure brought areum’s attention away from the hand, the soft boy gave a worrisome look.

“let me have a look at it, kun told me to put on the medicine on for your hand.” jaemin softly quoted their medic kun, areum without any protests let’s the boy move the hand towards him where he sat on the second swing next to it.

jaemin gently starts to spray the antiseptic on the wound, areum flinching at the burning sensation. the leo boy looks up in alert, “shit shit sorry,” he whispers, suddenly bringing lips close to blow on her fingers.

areum would hold down her tongue, flustered by this gesture she is looking at. “jaemin..” her lips slowly let out.

“is that better?” jaemin asks as he attends to her hand by wrapping it again in the bandages slowly taking the time to do it properly, he was so gentle and wholesome with areum.

she felt like jaemin was every girl’s dream guy. perfect at everything, attentive and caring. areum hums, teasingly speaking. “your future wife is lucky to have you.”

jaemin lightly chuckles, “oh really, how come?” his big brown eyes shift to areum when he finally let’s go off the hand, she starts to slowly rock back and forth very gently—.

“it’s just the feeling I’m getting, you’ll probably be the type of husband to take care of his wife every minute of the day.” jaemin hearing the girl’s explanation casts a small smile on his lips.

“no one has ever told me that,” jaemin side tracks before swinging back and forth with areum. the girl glancing to the beautiful boy under the sunlight, illuminating the features of his honey dew orbs.

she’d hum, “then i’m your first!” she exclaims happily. “you’re awfully cute areum.” he softly vows. jaemin gave her a raise eyebrow, when he saw areum blush in response, saying nothing. it’s as if the girl was looking for a way to respond but couldn’t.

“I’m not that cute,” she divulges to the man, swinging higher on the swing, breeze hitting the face blowing back the brunette locks, the boy swore he saw a princess beside him, not just an average girl— a literal princess. aruem had features resembling of a disney character, the way her bouncy bangs rest well on the forehead— eyes loop-side when she doesn’t like the taste of something, her nose scrunching up whenever haechan would pull a prank on her causing areum to be deadpan flustered; areum’s talkative lips whenever someone brings up something of interest to her.

she was in his eyes perfect, jaemin didn’t ask the world to make him cross paths with areum, he sometimes wishes he never met her; because this way aruem could live her life, live the life she WANTS. not the life she has to do.

jaemin felt slightly offended when areum does not see what he sees in her. he stood up slightly approaching in front of the swing, the girl pushes down the feet stopping the swing suddenly from swinging because the boy was coming up to her.

the boy wraps hands on the side of the swing as he closes space between areum and him, leaning down to where her face was just inches from each other, areum folding lips together in surprise, although no words were spoken.

jaemin takes a moment observing the way the sunlight was shining down on her beautiful eyes, the way her dark brown eyes, hint of yellows in it together— makes it look like a pool of warm coffee.

“if I could, I would make you mine, that’s how cute you are, areum.” jaemin mesmerised to the flustered girl.

“do you still think you are not cute?” he repeats forward, areum lightly side trails from the words he is speaking. “come on, jaemin-“

“fine you’re not cute,” jaemin suddenly said causing areum to frown. “areum you are more than that. you are beautiful, everyone wants you more than you think. you’re ethereal and captivating, out of this world.” he slowly caresses the side of her cheek lovingly with his thumb. heart running wild as if it was a marathon, areum looking up to see jaemin’s full affectionate stare.

oh how badly he wishes to kiss her beautiful pink lips right there and then. he slowly leans closer to her forehead as his hand lifts the bangs, jaemin pecking the very top of it. areum lightly tugs on the his sleeves gently in response of the small loving kiss happening.

“jaemin no one has ever said that to me,” areum admits softly in embarrassment, who knew someone could say this much things to someone so easily?

areum was met with a loving and proud smile. “then i’m your first,” he said quoting on areum’s words previously. he felt a small achievement knowing that he is not the only one who wants areum all to themselves.

from outside where areum and jaemin stood together talking, was a figure watching from their window; standing with their facial expression arching in the most unbearable upsetting emotion they ever possibly felt. gritting teeth at the sight of areum snuggling closer to jaemin, and having the boy kneel down to kiss the forehead so sweetly.

jaemin and areum were talking their entire day away until it became super dark outsider, the two weren’t aware at the time but once they did; jaemin immediately offered the idea to go back inside the mansion.

the two walk side by side down the second hallway all snickering and giggling under their breathe. jaemin gently leans towards areum slightly pushing her up the front.

the girl looks back holding back a soft smile when she felt the way jaemin slightly push forward, even the way he touches her was so weak and gentle. it is hard to believe jaemin is in the mafia and in the second in command role!

the two met eyes with jeno who stops in their way, darkly staring at the two as he looks on his expensive wide watch. jaemin’s happy expression faded the moment he knew jeno was not happy at all, the feeling of knowing what’s to come. areum looks up at the man in confusion, waiting for jeno to say something. what could possibly be the problem? the two had no idea what jeno wants.

“why the hell are you back so late?” jeno spat with brittle in his tone, areum was shock to hear this coming from the fact that they were literally behind the mansion not even out of sight from anyone. “we weren’t even out for that long.” the girl monotonously said back not understanding why jeno is acting this way, it’s ridiculous at this point.

jaemin clears his throat pushing areum on the side with his hand out protectively. he quickly switched from jaemin into a soldier, speaking out in an dutiful voice. “it is my fault, i should’ve brought her back in sooner.”

jeno cocks his raised eyebrow forward, crossing hands together, revealing the heavy muscles through the black shirt, “yeah you’re right, you should’ve done that. why did you not do it then?” words piercing through jaemin’s obedient soldier persona. he looks down clenching his fists tightly.

“i forgot sir.” jaemin replies. jeno arrogantly spat, “exactly what i thought. for someone in second in command you must think you’re something special,” he comes forward to the lighter brunette, lips in front opening widely. “but you’re nothing compared to me.” Jeno speaks in undertone, jaemin stood still and silent as a mice— searching for his inner voice to speak out. but he cannot fight with jeno.

he is his best friend even in their argument. jaemin was the first one to put away the pride, instead he stays calm. he finally nods towards jeno, “yes sir.”

areum watching jaemin take the scolding makes the man seem selfless. he was truly an angel in his past life because he has never done anything wrong as far as areum is aware.

jeno turns to areum grabbing a hold of her left wrist, “and you, you’re coming with me.”

those authoritative words created the atmosphere to thicken, areum said nothing but small protests, glancing back to jaemin when she is being dragged by jeno into his bedroom. the way jeno brings the girl in was by slipping her on the bed and then immediately shutting the door close behind him, he pulls away his watch as he sighs into the air.

areum would stand up and jeno points back to the bed, “sit back down.” his dark voice roars. areum glares, sitting back down on the bed. “what the fuck jeno, why did you bring me here?”

he doesn’t know why himself. jeno brings himself to look at areum approaching forward. “stay away from jaemin.”

the sudden question itself confused the young woman, she lets out a small ‘huh?’ before thinking back on how stupid this is. she purse her lips in a thin line, sternly speaking out in a voice that is hoarse. “no, he is my friend.”

he exclaims with a fake laugh, “a friend? areum, are you blind?” jeno points with a hand pressed down roughly on the forehead, right where jaemin had pressed the kiss.

areum quickly pushes his hand away standing up, “jeno you don’t control me, what exactly is your problem with him?”

“everything, he sucks up to you!” jeno points out watching areum stand up, the girl furrowing eyebrows to his words. he wasn’t sure why he is doing this himself, he was subconsciously letting out the inner feelings he was bottling up for a while.

areum let’s out a large sneer at jeno, “No jeno being friendly is not sucking up to someone, instead learn from jaemin because you need to use it. also, jaemin is the only one in this damn mansion who i truly like.” she walks past jeno and the boy turns around grabbing the wrist, pulling areum back in his chest.

“take that back,” jeno said clenching down the jaw, areum grits her teeth as she pulls back the wrist,pushing her own body from jeno. “no i won’t take it back.” areum spat, continuing.

“the fact that you are treating your best fucking friend this way is even more out of pocket, it makes you seem like more of a dick than you actually are.” jeno would pause staying still listening to the words that stab right through his heart; knowing deep down that she is right, he is treating jaemin like shit, someone who was in his life for nineteen years. areum sighs out, “i don’t care what happened between you two but don’t drag me into your couple quarrels.”

with her final words she walks out with the door being slammed shut, jeno rubs down his temples wondering if he was actually the mafia boss or if areum was one in disguise. the girl literally slammed down his expensive door without care, yelled at him and even scolded him in the process of doing that.

haechan runs into areum as he waves stopping midway, expression faltering once seeing a very pissed off areum walking past him, “what is with your expression?” he calls out looking back at areum.

“long story short, i just saved a relationship, someone give me a damn medal” she’d huff out in a tired voice, haechan raises his eyebrows at her. “well i most certainly won’t be surprised if they breakup then listening to your advice.” he retorts

“very funny haechan,” areum fake laughs as she then crosses arms. “it was jeno and jaemin.” she continues.

“that’s strange they hardly fight,” he replies walking away. “I’m sure they will sort it out soon, them lot are like two peas in a pod.”

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[rek1s-headband]

hi! figured i’d drop a request for you :))! Maybe some general bf hcs for reki and langa? Just in general how they would be as a boyfriend or how they would act in a relationship?

Hi!! Thank you so much for your request, I’ve been excited to do one of these. I hope you enjoy it!

➯ random boyfriend headcannons

➯ characters: Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa x gn reader

➯ warnings: none! Just some fluff for these two boys:)

Reki:

-Literally the most enthusiastic person you’ve ever seen. He’d be happy to just sit in silence with you because come on, it’s YOU. There’s no one he’d rather be wasting the hours away with.

-Your biggest hype man, EVER. You post something on Instagram? Get ready for a flood of comments, all from him. You could put your phone down for two minutes after posting, and you’ll come back to 99+ notifications of just reki commenting along the lines of “woah suddenly I’m on one knee” “DAMNNNN” and many, many more.

-Never leave your phone unattended around him. He won’t snoop, but be prepared to come back to your camera roll flooded with just zoomed in pictures of his face, his mouth, his eye, ANYWHERE. Mf is spamming your whole phone with pictures of him for you to come back to.

-He has to always be touching you in some way. Whether it’s holding your hand, your waist, a casual arm around your shoulder, there has to be something. He’ll put his hand on your ass sometimes while you walk in public.

-Honestly doesn’t even think PDA is anything out of the ordinary. Like, you’re his s/o??? Yes you’re in his lap, yes you’re in the middle of the skatepark, so what? You’re his, and he’s happy he can make everyone aware of that.

-I saw a post on here that said he would peel stickers off fruit and stick them to peoples’ foreheads, and I fully stand by this. However, it doesn’t just stop at fruit stickers. Anything remotely sticky, whether it’s tags from clothes, tape from a food box, even random sequins and bits of glitter he finds around, it’s immediately being stuck to some part of your face.

-Loves casual dates. Stopping by food stalls, browsing in clothes and game stores for a few hours, and skating around with you until it’s time to go home is a dream for him. Be prepared for day-long dates, because he will clear his entire schedule just to spend the day with you.

-His family adores you. His mother is always goading him to bring you over more, complaining that she misses her "honorary son/daughter/child". His sisters love you too. Any time you come over there’s immediately three tiny bodies shooting at you, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to wherever they’re playing. Reki tries to drag you away, wanting to have you for himself, but you always try and stay for at least five or ten minutes. Secretly, he loves that you get along so well with his siblings, going soft at the thought of how you would act with children of your own.

-He loves playing video games with you. Sitting in his lap, the two of you could spend hours switching from game to game. One minute you could be burning down a village in Minecraft, the next complaining while Reki whoops your ass in Mario Kart. His mom brings you food for your breaks between games, and she’ll even stay for a few minutes to talk to you while Reki shifts underneath you, glowing red from embarassment.

-If you can’t skate, he would beg to teach you. If you accept, he goes all out. He’ll make you your own customised board just for practicing, making sure it’s absolutely perfert for you to learn on. But if you can skate, get ready for endless races and competitions to see who can nail a new trick the quickest.

-Adores when you come to S to support him. He loves looking into the crowd and seeing you there cheering him on before he goes into a beef. If he wins, he’ll race over to where you are in the crowd, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you without a care in the world. However, if he loses he’s thankful you’re always there to pick him back up and make him feel better afterwards.

-Loves cleaning you up after a big fall, kissing your bruises and cuts better. He’ll carefully wrap each injury with care, telling you how brave you are, no matter how small the cut. Secretly, he loves when you baby him after he falls himself. Seeing you wipe away the blood from a new cut and place a small plaster on it with such tenderness melts his heart in a way only you could.

-Speaking of plasters, this man has one for every occasion. Princesses, pirates, aliens, cats, dogs, sparkles, stripes, you name it, he’s got it.

-The type to sneak you out at two in the morning to get a slushee with him. Honestly, he’s up so late making boards for people he just has no perception of time.

-Spams your phone with TikToks or other funny things that reminds him of you. It could be a very specific thing, or a flower or cloud. If he thinks of you when he sees it(which is fairly often), it gets sent to you.

-Talks with his hands a lot. He’s a very expressive talker, so when he’s telling you a story it feels like you’re right there in the story with him.

-Please just kiss him. His cheeks, his forehead, his hand, his shoulder, his temples, his lips. Anywhere, he’ll melt under you. Mf is touch starved to the max.

-Always knows how to make you laugh. His laugh is infectious, it could get you out of your darkest moods.

-Sleeps with his head on your chest, and one hand in your shirt little perv.

-His social media is like a SHRINE for you. His highlights, his posts, his stories, EVERYWHERE. He’s just so proud to be able to call you his that he wants the whole world to know.

-Kisses in the rain while you run home, skateboards in your hands after the weather forecast failed you once again. He’s just so happy in the moment that he can’t contain himself, so he’s pulling you into him in the pouring rain, kissing you hard while your hair gets drenched.

-You don’t need to steal his clothes, he will literally give them to you because “you just look so cute wearing them”. Occasionally, he’ll take one of your hoodies, and even if it doesn’t exactly fit him, he’ll still keep it near him while he sleeps so he can keep your scent close to him.

Langa:

-This man is so oblivious to obvious hints, but still manages to pick up on the smallest of details? It’s incredible, honestly. He could describe the exact colour of your eyes with the most insane detail, but he still won’t notice when you try and hint that you like him in the first place!

-You two have a bit more of a low-key relationship, but you’ll make your usual appearance in his Instagram posts, or on his Snapchat story with a casual caption like a simple heart, or “my love<3”

-Not very big on PDA, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he doesn’t think of it. However, when he does feel like he’s being too physically distant, he’ll link pinkies with you as you walk along, or rest his head on your shoulder while you watch a video on your phone.

-His mom adores you, which is why Langa despises bringing you to his house. You always seem to leave with seven of his baby photos from his time snowboarding in Canada, a new recipe from his mother that you complimented, another one of his hoodies, and more miscellaneous stuff that you don’t even know how it ended up in your bag. He has a little shelf in your room specifically for this random stuff, and he always adds to the collection when he comes to your house. He’ll leave a keyring, a small toy, a Polaroid, anything honestly.

-Loves dates that you can experience. The movies, aquariums, museums and the zoo are common dates for the two of you to go on, but other than that, he adores going skateboarding with you. He’s been improving, and he loves when you notice little things he’s been picking up on, whether it be a new trick or simply how he balances himself on the board.

-Adores old Disney movies. Yall will binge a ton of them in one day, having full-blown musicals in Langa’s living room. When any of the romantic songs come on, like “So this is Love” from Cinderella, Langa will stand up and offer his hand to you, as the two of you waltz around his sitting room, humming the tune of the song.

-Study dates are frequent with the two of you. If you happen to stay up late studying and fall asleep on each other, his mother will cover the two of you with a blanket, tidying some of your books and leaving with a smile, happy with the knowledge you were making her son the happiest he’s been in quite a while.

-Slow dancing in the kitchen while you cook is a regular. When a particularly sappy love song comes on while he stirs the pot, he’ll turn around and hold you close to him, twirling you around the kitchen.

-Reki constantly jokes that he is a third wheel, poking fun at the two of you, Cherry and Joe, and Shadow and “his little girlfriend back at the flower shop”. He’ll hang out of Miya, whining about them having to stick together since they’re the only two “lone wolves”. He’ll usually get a well-earned thump into the back of the head from Miya, but it’s still funny to watch the whole thing go down.

-Tends to be shy when giving you clothes, so instead of asking you to wear them he’ll leave them out in places he knows you’ll find them, or he’ll come up behind you and plop it in your lap, murmuring about how cute it would look on you.

-Please do this man’s makeup. He will sit so still for you, waiting patiently while you dab eyeshadow at his eyes, trying not to blink so you don’t mess up his mascara. He’ll sit there mesmerised for a few minutes, taking in how he looks, and simply whisper “you do this every day?”

-Evem though he’s not a very openly affectionate person, he is stuck to your hip behind closed doors. He’ll lie in your lap for hours, staring up at you while you mess with his hair, pulling it into little plaits and pigtails.

-I can’t even describe how the two of you sleep. It’s simply a mass of limbs, and no one knows exactly what belongs to who. Somehow one of yall will end up upside down, and-why is Langa on the floor??

-He could talk about his time in Canada for hours, and you’d just lie on his chest and listen to him. Every once in a while he’ll look down at you to see if you’re still listening, and his heart will melt a little every time he sees you staring back up at him, eyes wide with interest.

-This man NEVER gets jealous. You’d literally have to cling to another man for it to click in his brain that Oh. He doesn’t like that.

-He’s not big on texting, but if you call him he will stay on that call with you for hours, even after the two of you fall asleep.

-Whenever he falls(which is quite often), you’ll always have plasters on hand to help fix him up. He always flushes bright red when you kiss his cuts better, and never knows just what to do with himself afterwards.

-When he skates against tough opponents, you’ll always give him a kiss for good luck. Of course, this doesn’t stop you worrying, but you know Langa wouldn’t go out of his way to get injured. And if he does, well, at least he’ll have you there to kiss his bruises better.

[sarcasticallybee]

Embry Call x Reader

Be more

Huffing you yanked the tarp back over the old truck. You'd been working on it for over 4 months now with your cousin, Jacob Black. Of course that was Pre-Bella. At least that's what you called it. From before.

Now you're working on it by yourself. Or trying to. You couldn't understand it without your other half. It was like doing calculus without math. It didn't work.

Looking out to the sky you huffed again. It looked like rain. And soon. Walking back towards the house you walked into the red building, shrugging your jacket off.

"Hey Billy, you need anything while I'm up?" You called hanging the clothing up on the coat hanger.

"Nope. Jake isn't in here before you ask." He said rolling into the kitchen.

"I'd assumed that much already, Billy." You said before you heard a car door slam.

Peeking out the window you saw Bella storming towards the back. It had already begun to pour. Your eyes widened as you grabbed your jacket back up again.

"I'll be back." You promised closing the door behind you.

Running after Bella you slowed down when you saw her pleading with Jacob about something. You couldn't make out what she was saying. You could see the strain on Jacob's face and it only got stronger when he saw you jogging up behind Bella.

"Jake? Bella? Is everything okay?" You asked tucking your hands under your arms.

"Y/n go home." Jacob ordered, his voice cold.

"Yeah y/n. Go home. I need to talk to Jacob. Alone." Bella snapped never taking her eyes off of him.

"That's not an answer." You met his gaze and felt yourself falter.

"Just leave. This isn't about you." Bella muttered.

You were glad for the rain. It kept your tears from showing.

"Jake?" You asked but he just shook his head.

"Go home. Both of you." He growled walking away again.

Bella yelled after him but you just took a shaky breath in and turned around. You expected to just walk back into the house but Bella grabbed you by the shoulder whipping you to face her.

"What happened to him!" She yelled at you but you shook your head.

"I don't know Bella. I thought you happened." You snapped shrugging her off.

"I think it's best if you go home." You murmured pulling your hood up.

"Fine. Thanks for the help!" She hissed pushing you on her way to her truck.

Your lip trembled as she drove away and your eyes watered when you turned to see Jacob walking away, too.

You were alone. Your best friend had walked away from you. Screaming in frustration you stormed back to the house. To the driveway where your car sat. Billy opened the door, rolling out.

"Y/n where are you-" he stopped. "Are you okay?" His voice took a tone of concern but you just kept walking. You were pissed off and didn't want to take it out on him. You pulled your keys out unlocking the vehicle.

"Y/n! I don't think you should be driving." He called loudly but you ignored him.

Pulling open the driver's side door you slid in, slamming the door closed. Pushing the key into the ignition you started the car. Or tried to. It wouldn't turn over. Punching the steering wheel you screamed. Hitting the horn you screamed over it, again and again. You were so angry. So hurt.

You only stopped when your throat was too sore to scream anymore. Breathing heavily you heard a knock on your window.

"Go away." You sobbed, the emotions catching up.

"Sorry. Can't do that." A muffled voice said through the foggy glass.

Lifting your head up you saw Billy sitting there in his wheelchair. You felt terrible that he rolled out into the rain like this.

"Billy..." You started but just pulled the keys out of the ignition and waved at him to roll out of the way.

"You want to talk about it?" He asked after you stepped out of the car.

"I don't know. I'm sorry about," you gestured wildly, "this. I should've just come inside." You groaned.

He shook his head dismissing your apology.

"You're fine, kid. Let's just get inside." He said as he went to roll back to the porch but you smacked his hands away from the wheels.

"I got you." You scolded as you began to push him back to the house.

"Snippy." He laughed but didn't wave you off.

You nodded as you reached forward to open the door.

"You mind if I crash in Jakes room?" You asked after setting the man up on the couch and washing off the wheels of his chair.

"Not at all. You need to rest after crying like that. Take a bottle of water with you. You'll need it." He recommended nodding to the kitchen.

"Thank you, Uncle Billy." You sighed kissing his forehead.

Grabbing the water you walked into the bedroom. It was small but comfortable. Setting the bottle down you flopped into the bed after kicking your shoes off. Curling up you hugged a pillow to your chest sniffling softly. Your eyes were heavy as you breathed out softly. Closing them you fell asleep quickly.

You roused to the sound of shuffling outside the bedroom. Some things clanked around and there were soft whispers outside.

"Jacob what the hell happened?" Billy whispered harshly.

"Nothing dad butt out!" Jacob snapped back.

"I'm not going to butt out! Something happened." Billy replied his voice calm.

"Nothing happened!" Jacob exclaimed loudly.

"Guys-" a new voice began and you began to wake up more.

"Stay out of it Embry!" Jacob snarled.

"Dude he's just trying to help." Another voice.

Groaning a little you yawned as you opened your eyes. Pulling the blanket off and shoving the pillow away you slid off of the mattress. The floor was cold as you shuffled around looking for a dry, new shirt. Digging around the bedroom you found a long sleeved black shirt.

Tugging your slept-in shirt off, you threw it on the bed before pulling your cousins shirt over your head. Scouring the room you found his old hair brush. From before he cut his hair. Sighing you grabbed it tugging it through.

You could still hear the males arguing as you slid out of the room.

"It's not my fault Bella came here!" Jacob was growling.

"No but how you handled it was terrible. She did something to make y/n act like that." Billy persisted.

Walking in you knocked on the wall next to you. Four heads turned to face you and you waved shyly.

"Hey. Sorry to interrupt but I'm starving. Could we talk like civil people while I make pancakes or something?" You whispered tucking your hair behind your ear, not able to look any of them in the eye.

"You look crappy." Jacob snickered and you glared up at him.

Then you smiled, walked over to him, and punched in the chest.

Crack!

"Holy shit! Ow." You whined inspecting your red knuckles.

"I didn't even hit you that hard." You pouted, shaking your hand as if to shake the pain off.

"Jesus. You weren't supposed to hit me!" Jacob groaned walking closer to check your hand himself.

"Yeah well you deserved it. You've been a jerk." You affirmed.

"Right. Well Embry, Quil, this is my cousin, y/n. Y/n these two idiots are my friends, Embry and Quil." Jacob introduced.

Glancing up you noticed how much bigger they seemed up close.

"Hi." You greeted putting your hand out.

Quil held out a hand and shook it with yours and you were shocked by just how hot it was. When Embry didn't respond you looked up at him only for him to fall to his knee.

"Oh my god are you okay!?" You fretted getting on your knees in front of him.

He didn't answer, instead he focused on his breathing. He didn't expect this to happen. Not so soon. Not ever really.

"Embry? Right? Are you alright?" You said softer this time putting your hands on his face.

You looked his face over before moving your hands to examine the rest of him. Your fingers grazed his skin lightly as you tried to find any reason for him to fall like he did.

"Embry?" Jacob growled behind you.

Finally looking up Embry met his gaze. His eyes were wide.

"Are you okay?" You asked again turning his face to yours.

"I'm... I'm great." He laughed huskily.

"Okay...?" You sounded unsure but stood up, brushing your jeans off.

Holding your hand out you offered it to him, and raised your brows when he actually took it.

"Wow." He breathed when he was standing beside you.

"What?" You asked looking at him but then noticed Jacob and Quil and Billy.

"Guys?" You tried again and Jacob snapped.

"My cousin!? Are you serious! My sister was bad enough but my cousin!" He groaned throwing his hands up.

Quil had wide eyes and Billy looked like he was either going to shoot Embry or hug him. You couldn't tell.

"Care to elaborate?" You glanced at the boy next to you.

"Depends on if I live that long!" He yelped when Jacob jumped at him.

"OH MY GOD NOT IN THE HOUSE!" You shrieked throwing your hands up.

"Not in the house damn it!" You growled again grabbing Jacob by the ear and Embry by the hair.

"Come on!" You huffed.

"Quil! Get the damn door." You demanded. The boy did so with no complaint.

When the door was opened you threw both boys out into the yard.

"You want to rough house? Fine! Just not in the house!" You exclaimed, exasperated.

"I'm going to kill you!" Jacob hollered at Embry pushing him.

"Wait! We both know I can't -OW- control it!" Embry yelped again.

"Wait! Jacob!" You screamed and then FWOOSH! big dog. Very. Big. Dog.

"Holy shit." You whispered before jumping into the yard and running towards Embry who was still on the ground.

"Stay back!" He yelled at you his eyes wild.

"But he-" you started but stopped when Embry began to strip.

Looking away you heard bones shifting, and when you looked back, another wolf stood where Embry once did. You went to walk towards him but the reddish one, the one who you now assumed was Jacob, stood in front you.

"Jacob." You gritted out.

The wolf refused to budge.

"Damn it. Stop being such a bitch." You snapped smacking him.

"You don't get to be all cousinly now. You left." You shoved him again.

"I don't care how big your teeth are or how big you are. I will snap your legs, then your arms, then I will break every rib, and finally I will move on to your fingers and toes. Don't test me." You growled yanking on his fluffy ear.

Then you shoved him away and tried walking to the Embry wolf again. However Jacob still refused to move.

"Y'know what that's it." You snapped.

Dropping to your knees you crawled under him and sprinted to the grey wolf. You didn't expect Jacob to be snipping at your heels when you did this though. You swore you could hear him curse at you.

Another thing you didn't expect was for Embry to run past you and meet Jacob half way. They nipped and bit at each other.

"Guys stop!" You screamed trying to get in between only to be grabbed from behind.

You yelped as the warm arm grabbed you. Glancing down you noticed that whoever grabbed you was well toned and tan.

"You can't get in between them, y/n." The voice spoke and you felt tears well into your eyes.

"But they-" you cried.

You tried to push the hands off but they held fast.

"Stop them, Quil!" You yelled at the boy who still stood on the porch. He glanced behind you and shook his head.

"God damn it! Stop!" Your voice cracked as you shrieked.

Both wolves stopped mid fight scrambling to right themselves. Jacob snuffed and Embry bit him in the rear leg.

"Stop it." You sobbed as you collapsed in the arms of whoever held you. "Just stop fighting."

Both wolves glanced at each other before the grey one stepped forward. His muzzle was soft as he licked your tears away. Sniffling you wrapped your arms around his big head and sobbed into his fur.

Whoever held you let you go, stepping back. The wolf stayed waiting for you to let go of him patiently. The red one harrumphed before slinking into the woods, probably to change.

When your crying slowed you gingerly let go of Embry.

"I'm so sorry for crying on you, on your fur, oh I'm so gross. Talk about first impressions." You choked on more tears as they started again but the wolf head butted you softly.

"I know. I know. Just, go change back." You smiled softly.

The wolf didn't seem convinced but listened. Jake walked over to you to offer you a hand up, but you smacked him away.

"Leave me alone you jerk." You pouted.

He gave you a look, clearly torn.

"Y/n," he started and you glared at him.

"What? You think you have the right to be all protective? You left me in the rain with, Bella. You left me to deal with her." You spit.

He went to reply but Embry came sprinting out of the woods towards you. He slowed down when he saw Jacob though.

"Jake?" He asked, a silent question.

"No harm, no foul." Jacob smirked at him and you punched him in the leg.

"Ow!" He yelped glaring at you.

"Go away." You huffed.

"No." He glowered.

"Fine." You glanced at him before looking at Embry.

"Again so sorry for crying on you." You apologized.

The boy smiled at you before walking over to you, offering his hand. Taking it, you smiled up at him as he pulled you up.

"You know your first impression was better than mine. I fell to your feet like the dog I am." He chuckled and you snorted.

"I guess you're right." You laughed.

"So you going to tell me what that was all about?" You asked.

He suddenly got sheepish again.

"Can I talk to you alone about that? Preferably."

Glancing around you saw Billy going inside with Quil and a few other boys. Minus Jacob.

"Yeah. I'm not fond of Jake here listening in anyway." You grinned at Jacob before grabbing Embry's hand and pulling him into the woods after you.

"Okay. Go ahead." You nodded at him to explain.

"Well y'know how we just like wolfed out in front of you?" He asked and you nodded at him.

"Well uh that's part of this thing that happens to some of us. And uhm when we y'know shift we get this partner. A for life kind of thing. It's like- I guess most people would say it's like a soulmate. Of course nothing romantic has to come from it!" He panicked blushing.

"It could be friends or best friends or just basically whatever that person wants. We call it imprinting." He explained still flushing.

You nodded and then pointed at yourself.

"Are you saying I'm like your imprintee? You giggled.

He nodded shyly.

"Yeah. You are. Of course it doesn't have to be romantic or anything. Like at all. I'll be whatever you want!" He gazed into your eyes intently and you smiled.

"Okay. Whatever I want huh? So I could have a big fluffy dog then?" Your eyes glimmered and he laughed loudly.

"I mean yeah I guess so." He smiled softly.

"Alright Embry. Let's say I want you to be more than a friend. More than a best friend, too. What if I wanted you all to myself?" You tilted your head at him.

He smiled. "Then I'm all yours."

"Okay then Embry. Let's be more." You smiled pulling him to you and hugging him.

You could hear him chuckle as he held you to his chest.

"You're like really hot." You murmured as he stroked your hair.

"Thanks. I thought so too." Gasping you backed up and swatted his bare chest.

"I meant like physically? Not appearance wise! Wait no! You're really attractive. Oh my god!" You rambled tucking your heating face into your hands.

"Wow. You okay?" He asked brushing your hair back.

"Just give me a minute." You sighed before looking at him.

His eyes twinkled kindly. His hair fell into his eyes softly and his lips were pink. Flushing you lifted your hands to his face and pulled him down.

You met his lips softly at first. Barely touching. He seemed unsure and didn't want to force anything. Slowly you kissed him again this time longer. He tasted like blueberry muffins. You smiled at that.

Then you felt it. Like clay you molded to him. It felt like everything clicked into place. This whole time you'd been waiting for him. He was your other half.

Kissing him again, this time passionately, heatedly, you poured everything into it.

He stepped back in surprise before kissing you back, similarly. You could feel the feelings seep into your lips.

Smiling you backed away.

"Wow." You whispered.

He nodded slightly winded.

"You're a great kisser." You sighed looking at him through your lashes.

"I think that was all you. I'm sure my heart is trying to beat out of my chest." He laughed his hand against his left side.

"Fair enough." You smiled at him reaching for his hand.

"Okay so, are we going to do this?" You asked pulling his hand up to cup your face.

"Yeah. If you want to of course." He murmured stepping closer his other hand going to your waist.

"I do. I really do." You laughed pecking his lips again.

"Then let's be more." He murmured against your lips.

[wolferine]

Heart Skips a Beat - Part 3

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha faces her worst nightmare when a rescue mission goes wrong…

Warnings: Violence, blood

Word Count: 2065

Part 2

Tags: @blkmxrvel @blackxwidowsxwife @marvelwomen-simp @phoenixofash @marvels-bitch-boy @when-wolves-howl

Despite your super soldier enhancements, it takes a few days before you’re cleared from the medical bay. The bullets you had been shot with were identified as hollow point sniper rounds—basically the biggest, baddest of the bunch. If you had been a normal human, your insides would’ve been shredded to pieces and you would’ve died before you even hit the ground.

You’re retired to light duty while you recover, which is painfully boring and dull. You attend physical therapy to strengthen your body, but sometimes you push yourself too hard and stumble back to your and Natasha’s room with blood staining through your bandages. She always chastises you for hurting yourself, but secretly admires your dedication and will never pass up the opportunity to help take care of you.

One week after the condominium collapse, you join Steve, Clint, and Natasha for a private meeting with members of the Miami Police Department and the FBI. As Steve had suspected, the collapse wasn’t an accident. Someone had deliberately taken out the concrete supports in the parking garage with explosives.

“We couldn’t have just phoned that in?” you whine from the backseat. Clint is in the driver’s seat, Steve next to him. You and Natasha sit in the back. “I mean, they drag us all the way across the city, just to tell us something they could’ve sent over text—” 

“Information like that, the less people to intercept the message, the better,” Steve mutters, staring out the window as the car zooms down the highway.

“I don’t know about that,” you dismiss, and Natasha side-eyes you. She knows you’re just cranky because Steve interrupted your morning cuddle with her. There isn’t much you can do intimately when you can barely twist your torso, so you have to make due with what you can.

“You know, Y/N, you are the one this guy’s after,” Clint points out. “So, if anything, you’re the only one that needed to show up.”

“Oh, please.” You roll your eyes. “You’re just jealous you don’t have a psychopath coming after you—” 

THUD.

Everyone’s head turns to the roof of the car. You swear you see the imprint of a hand dented in the metal.

“What the—”

Natasha suddenly leaps out of her seat and into your lap. She wraps her arms around your neck, yanking your head down.

“Hey!” you shout in protest, but then you hear a bullet whiz behind your head and feel the foam of the headrest cushion spray the back of your neck. Still in your lap, Natasha kicks Steve’s shoulder, causing him to hit his head against the window before a bullet zings through his headrest. Following her example, you kick Clint’s seat and he jolts forward, the bullet missing his head by inches.

“Stop the car!” Steve yells, crunching the gear shift into park.

The tires burn rubber and the car slides back and forth before coming to a grinding halt. Cars behind you honk and swerve around you. A figure goes flying off the roof of the car and lands in the road, rolling to their feet. They wear a black vest, revealing their left arm to be completely made out of metal overlapping plates. Their hair is chin-length and a mask covers the lower half of their face.

Suddenly, an 18-wheeler semi-truck, unable to stop in time, slams into the back of the car. The trunk crumples like an accordion, and you instinctively tighten your grip around Natasha to shield her in case the semi-truck tears the car in half. But it doesn’t, instead pushing your car towards the masked figure, who doesn’t even bother to step out of your path.

They jump onto the hood and punch their metal arm through the windshield, grabbing the steering wheel and tearing it right out of the car. When the masked figure disappears onto the roof, Natasha takes out her gun and starts shooting, but her efforts are fruitless.

There’s no way for Clint to control the direction of the car anymore and it’s too dangerous to stay inside with the masked figure close by.

“Hang on!” Steve says, reaching across the front to grab Clint. In the same motion, he slams his shoulder into his door, knocking it off its hinges. Both men go flying out of the car.

“That looks like a good idea,” you mumble, anchoring your arm to your own car door, the other pressing Natasha against you as tightly as you can. “Hold on, babe.” You ram your shoulder into the door with all your strength, ignoring the pain that rips through your stomach.

The door tears away from the car and turns into a makeshift sled as you go skidding down the highway. Sparks fly from the grinding contact of metal on the concrete road. When you finally come to a stop, Natasha stays on top of you, drawing her weapon and scanning for the masked figure. 

Meanwhile, the masked figure has hijacked the semi-truck, but instead of plowing you over, they turn to tip the entire vehicle over so it blocks every single lane of the highway.

“Where are they?” you pant, trying to lift your head to see the commotion but Natasha forces your head back into the car door. “Nat, stop—” 

“No!” she says. “They’re after you, remember?”

You don’t like the idea of her risking herself for you, but it’s a sweet gesture.

“Where are they?” you ask, unable to see.

“I…I don’t…” Natasha sounds confused. Suddenly, she takes off without warning. You don’t question it and run after her. Steve and Clint are engaged in an intense hand-to-hand match with the masked figure. The masked figure knocks Steve to the ground and wraps their metal hand around Clint’s neck, lifting him off the ground.

You put on a burst of speed, overtaking Natasha and launching yourself at the masked figure’s metal arm. They drop Clint instantly and you wrap your arms around the metal one, but it’s like trying to contain a bucking bull. You jerk your elbow back into their face to stun them, but it has no effect. The masked figure flings out their metal arm and you lose your grip.

You crash into the concrete highway dividers and the impact almost knocks you out. You feel your stitches tear open and you start bleeding underneath your shirt. As you stagger to your feet, you see the masked figure over Natasha, pinning her down and pulling their metal arm back, ready to deal the killing blow—

“No!” you scream, charging towards them. You catch the masked figure’s metal arm again, locking out their elbow and holding it against your chest. Natasha rolls out of harm’s way and Clint jumps into the action, launching himself at the masked figure’s legs and sending all three of you to the ground.

Natasha swings her leg around and kicks the masked figure in the face. The mask falls off. You and Clint struggle to hold them down as Steve walks up, blood dripping from a cut in his forehead.

“Bucky?” Steve says suddenly, stopping in his tracks. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” the man snarls.

“Help!” you choke, not sure how much longer you can hold on to his writhing metal arm. But Steve is frozen the same way Natasha had been when she saw you get shot. “You need to get in here, Steve!” you yell, and suddenly Bucky goes limp. You and Clint exchange confused glances.

“Wait, what?” Clint says.

“What happened?” you ask, hesitantly releasing the metal arm, which flops to the ground. “Why’d he just stop like that? Did I say his safe word or something?”

“What, ‘Steve?’” Clint laughs in spite of the tense situation.

“Apparently.”

Steve is in too much shock to bite back at your jibe.

“I’ll call for reinforcements.” Natasha takes charge. “We’ll bring him back to the Tower.” She comes over to you and touches your side gently, reminding you of the blood staining through your shirt.

“I’m fine,” you assure her, reaching out to run your thumb over the bruise forming under her eye. She closes her eyes and leans into your touch. “Let’s hope that Steve is, too.”

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Bucky is detained in the holding cell at the Tower and Steve goes to speak with him privately. Afterwards, he regroups with the rest of you. Clint relaxes at the kitchen counter with a beer, while you and Natasha sit on the couch together. She holds an ice pack against your stomach and frets over the fresh swelling in your shoulder.

“So, I’ve got some good and bad news,” Steve says.

“You can start by telling us who that guy is,” Clint interrupts.

Steve shifts uncomfortably. “He’s…an old friend of mine. My best friend, actually—”

“You know, that’s the same thing people thought about me and Nat at first, but obviously we’re more than that—” you start.

“Bucky was also involved in the super soldier program,” Steve continues, ignoring your comment. “But he was under HYDRA’s control for decades. They were the ones who sent him after us. And…” Steve takes a breath, “We were wrong about who his target was. He wasn’t after you, Y/N. He was after me.”

“But he shot Y/N,” Natasha says.

“Twice,” you add.

“No.” Steve shakes his head. “Bucky was trying to shoot me. Y/N was just in the way.”

“In the way?” Steve’s logic—or lack of it—makes your head hurt. But as Natasha thinks about it—she’s always been the smarter one in the relationship—it makes complete sense. Her mind flashbacks to the scene of the condominium collapse, where all four of you had gathered on the street after you rescued the last victim. Her and Steve stood across from you and Clint. The bullets had come from behind you—if you hadn’t been standing where you were, Steve would have been hit instead.

“I don’t think you would remember this part, Y/N, but when Nat and I were trying to get you in the ambulance, we were shot at two more times,” Steve explained. “But the bullets hit the sideview mirror and the windshield. Those were places I was in, not you.”

“Okay, so why’s he trying to kill you if you’re his best friend?” you ask.

“It’s all HYDRA’s doing. He told me he’s part of a task force that was created to kill off the Avengers. Specifically, the original six, so there’s six of them in the task force. He’s the only one that got out, and he said the other five are being held in a facility in Siberia. He wants our help to free them,” Steve says.

“So, this Bucky guy wants to work with us now? After he took down a 12-story condominium and almost killed Y/N while trying to kill you?” Clint asks.

“Please, Clint,” Steve begs. “Bucky’s my best friend—”

“A best friend who tried to kill Y/N! And you!” Natasha argues. She lowers the ice pack from your stomach and you frown at the loss of contact. “You know I love you, Steve—”

“Not as much as me,” you mutter under your breath, guiding her hand to put the ice pack back against your side.

“—But I’m gonna need you to do a little better than that.”

“I need you all to trust me,” Steve pleads. “If we have intel telling us that there are five super soldiers in existence, who are programmed to take down the Avengers, isn’t it on us to do something about it?”

“How do we know we can trust Bucky?” Clint asks.

“Well, if he does go rogue, at least we know his safe word,” you answer with a chuckle.

“If you trust me, you’ll trust him,” Steve promises.

You glance at Natasha, who is looking at the floor, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You stretch your arm over her shoulder, pulling her towards you and bumping your heads together.

“What should we do?” you whisper so quietly only she can hear.

Her free arm snakes around your waist, closing the gap between you and her, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. She rests her head against your shoulder. “Trust Steve,” she says.

“Okay.” That’s enough of an answer for you. You press a soft kiss to her temple and look back at Steve. “So, what did you have in mind?”

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AN: I love taking inspiration from many places, and the inspiration for this part is the awesome fight on the highway from Captain America: Winter Soldier. Thank you to everyone for the continued support!

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🤍 Haikyuu WIP excerpts

preview post for hq because recently i showed sara a list of my works in progress and she laughed at me and then made a dn joke like this is 2015 or something. we got:

🤍 communal property /// ushijima x f!reader x tendou 🤍 sunshower /// atsumu x f!reader x osamu 🤍 corporate ethics /// kuroo x f!reader

anyway these are all terrible first drafts and i'm not sorry. however i am very very into these pieces and if you're interested in seeing them finished, you should tell me fr fr

🤍 communal property /// Ushijima x f!Reader x Tendou

Summary: Tendou shares everything with Ushijima—his food, his dorm room, even the AVs he likes. Why not his girlfriend, too?

Tags/warnings: poly relationship in progress (only you and Tendou are dating at this point), mild suggestiveness ??, s*ze k*nk

Status: 10k words written (holy fuck lol) out of ~11k total? this bitch better get finished is2g

After the match, your voice is hoarse from screaming but you still manage to yell congratulations for your boyfriend when you meet him and Ushijima outside the locker room in the stadium. You’re pumped on the adrenaline of the game, so you don’t even protest like you usually would when Tendou picks you up in the middle of your hug and lifts you off the ground effortlessly. “How was I? Awesome, right? I told you we would beat them!”

“You did, you so did—“ Even though your throat hurts, you can’t help gushing about every rally, every soul-crushing block, every impossible spike. “—and then the guy on the left thought he was clear to shoot it but you just—“ You throw your arms in the air and mime hitting the ball down like a blocker. “Wha-bam!—and the look on his face! I thought he was going to punch you!”

Tendou laughs and lays a sloppy kiss on your cheek, just as thrilled as you are by the win. “You really liked it that much? I thought you weren’t into sports.”

“I loved it! You were so cool! I can’t believe I’m dating someone so cool!” You wrap your legs around his back and hug his face close to yours, reveling in the fact that this weirdo belongs to you wholly and entirely, that you get to have him to yourself (well, other than his roommate). “And I’m not into sports, I’m into you.”

Tendou smiles in a way that makes the sides of his eyes crinkle up and little red patches bloom over his cheeks, a look that says, I like you so much (Y/N), I like you I like you I like you, except he’s probably trying not to be mushy like that since Ushijima is standing off to the side.

You feel a little bad for ignoring him (no one likes being the third wheel, even if he never shows signs of caring) so when Tendou sets you down you turn to Ushijima. “And you! Holy shit, Tendou said you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good. The ball when you hit it was super loud—honestly, how are your hands okay? If I hit it that hard I’d probably break something.”

“My hands are fine…this is normal for me.”

But just because you’ve got them here in front of you and you’re still pumped from the exhilaration of the win, you can’t help grabbing Ushijima’s hand and flipping it palm-up to inspect. True to his word, there’s no redness, just the calluses he’s built up on his long fingers. “Wow.”

“You don’t need to worry about Wakatoshi,” Tendou tells you, grinning and then making a face. “He’s a monster, he can handle it.”

“No kidding. You’re both monsters.” You put the base of your palm up against Ushijima’s to gauge the size of his hand against yours, and without prompting Tendou grabs your other hand to press against his own. Tendou’s fingers are a bit longer, but Ushijima’s are…thicker, more solid. Your hands look like a little kid’s in comparison. “Can I be honest? Half the time I was thinking I actually feel bad for the other team. If I had to take on both of you at the same time, I’d probably cry.”

You’re (mostly) joking, but it’s still a complete shock when you see the side of Ushijima’s mouth curl up a tiny bit. You’ve known each other for months at this point, but you’ve never seen him smile until now. Half of you is wondering if this is some kind of optical illusion caused by the atmosphere and the dim light of the stadium cutting through the evening, but the other half of you enjoys it. You made Ushijima smile. You did that.

“Don’t sell yourself short, (Y/N).” Ushijima says, tipping his head to the side.

“Yeah!” Tendou chimes in, resting his chin on top of your head and folding his arms around your neck from his place behind you. “I’m sure you could take both of us. Right, Wakatoshi?”

So that’s probably a sign.

🤍 sunshower /// Atsumu x f!Reader x Osamu

Summary: [Kitsune AU] You find an old Ō-Inari shrine in the woods that may not be as abandoned as it looks.

Tags/warnings: Shinto religion, this preview is biased toward tsumu oops, yearning/soft vibes

Status: 3.9k words written out of 5–6k? total

Atsumu was the one who found you.

That’s how he likes to talk about it, that he found you, like you’d still be wandering around lost in the woods if it weren’t for him. Osamu thinks you would have found your way back home eventually but Atsumu likes it better this way, this framing that makes it seem like they saved you.

It’s hard for him to tell time linearly the way humans do but you mention once that you’ve known them for a year and that seems to fit. It’s spring now, almost barely tipping into summer, and it was spring when Atsumu found you. He remembers because of the way it was raining: light and tender, a summer rain early in the season, each little drop tapping off a leaf and then rolling into the forest bed to be eaten up by the grass and the soil.

Atsumu likes the rain, likes the sweet earthy smell it makes and the way the plants look so lush and green and alive, like they’d bleed if he sunk his teeth into them. He was out in the woods because of the rain ('Samu was in the shrine, as usual, attempting to set buckets under the millions of holes in the roof so the rainwater wouldn’t pool and rot through the wood underneath). But Atsumu was half asleep in a tree when he heard you crashing through the undergrowth, tripping over ferns and snapping every twig in your path (thought ya might be a bear, he tells you later, that’s how loud ya were) but he wouldn’t really have woken up if he hadn’t heard you singing.

(The odd thing is, you weren’t actually singing. You remember that day as vividly as they do: the warm, humid air making your skin feel sticky under your yellow raincoat; the tiny raindrops filtering through the canopy and kissing your cheeks; the ink feathering out on the damp xerox of the old map you found in your great-aunt’s attic so you could barely make out the “X” that was supposed to mark the location of the lost Inari shrine… You were cursing how stupid you’d been to go on a wild goose chase into the mountains with no cell service and no marked trail to look for a shrine that no one had seen in decades. You definitely weren’t singing.)

But Atsumu remembers it differently. No matter how many times you explain that you were just talking to yourself, when he replays the sound of your voice back then (reaching and lilting and falling, the way the birds talk to each other in the early morning, except the music of it was poured into syllables and words), it sounds like you’re singing. He wasn’t sure at first, hadn’t heard a voice that wasn’t Osamu’s in so many years that he gets tired counting them, but then he saw you push into view from between two bushes and he thought, a human!

A girl, too—it was hard to say at first because you were wearing that weird, slick jacket of yours, so bright yellow it was like an oversized flower blooming out of the grass, but then you tilted your head up to feel the rain on your face and the hood fell down and he knew. Not just a human, a girl! Atsumu wanted to yell for Osamu, make him come and confirm that there was a person wandering around not a mile from the shrine. A real person! Singing and smiling and wiping the rain off her cheeks (does that mean you like the rain, just like he does? did you come out to feel it too?) But he also wanted to surprise Osamu so he hid his tails and his ears and came down from the tree and asked if you had lost your way in the forest, since you were so far from any path…

When you think back on this yourself you’re amazed that you just went with him: a strange boy (man?) wearing a fox mask and traditional Shinto priest robes, which were somehow pristine white and red despite him having appeared from nowhere in the middle of a dense forest, who told you he had no idea what direction the village was but he could take you to the Inari shrine you’d been searching for…well. Maybe you were too surprised to be wary, or maybe you were just exhausted and lost. But you like to think you had a sense of it even then, the irrational belief that the boy in the woods was not just a boy in the woods.

Atsumu thinks you knew. Humans always understand, even when they try not to… He remembers, he took your hand that day in the forest and you saw that the claws on his fingers were too long to be human, and you said nothing because on some level you already felt it. Your skin was cool then, smooth and damp from the rain; he wanted to stop, run his hands up your arms, touch the places on your face where your mouth had been turned up at the corners and press his fingers into your cheeks.

🤍 corporate ethics /// Kuroo x f!Reader

Summary: [Office AU] The new junior marketing associate just happens to be Kuroo’s favorite camgirl, and he’s having trouble keeping his hands to himself.

Tags/Warnings: boss/employee, businessman!Kuroo as a reformed player, camgirl reader, this excerpt has a lil bit of 18+ content 👀

Status: 1.2k words written out of 4k? words total

Kuroo doesn’t watch porn.

It’s not, like, a moral principle or something. He has nothing against pornography. As far as he knows, it’s perfectly normal for single men. He just doesn’t like it…unless it’s you.

When he was in school it was easy. Being a teenager meant being so flooded with hormones that a warm breeze could get him up, and the adrenaline rush of winning a game was better than any big-titted porn actress faking moans into a shit-quality boom mic. Sure, he watched porn back then (what teenage boy didn’t?), but it was more out of curiosity than necessity. It was all kind of a mystery at that point, the way it can only be when you’re a clueless virgin and you and all your friends are too busy practicing for the next game to get girls.

Somehow Bokuto was the first one in their friend group to lose his virginity, and the memory of the dumbass self-consciously describing the experience has been lodged in Kuroo’s brain for the 10+ years since. “It was…I don’t know. She smelled good. You know how girls always smell good?” Bokuto’s hands twitched and his face was pink. “It’s just really…soft.”

Soft was right, Kuroo would reflect when he got laid for the first time a few months later. Soft, warm, wet. Sex was awkward at first, but before he knew it it was more natural than breathing.

It didn’t change much after high school, either. He didn’t get into volleyball for the groupies, but they didn’t hurt. There were girls when he played for his college team, more girls when he joined a business frat, so many girls he couldn’t keep track…they blurred together after a while. It didn’t take effort. You don’t need game when you’re 6’2 and you’re in the gym 40 hours a week, and you definitely don’t need porn.

So he never got into it. Now that he’s promoting volleyball instead of playing, things are more complicated. Kuroo’s never been the type who expects things to fall in his lap, but there are so many rules when it comes to dating in the real world. Good morning texts, anniversaries, flowers, parents. It’s exhausting. One time—seriously, just one time—Kuroo misses his girlfriend’s birthday to go watch a Jackals game, and the next time he sees her she throws her drink on him in public and keys his car. After that, Kuroo decides that until he’s ready to settle down there will be no more girlfriends. Which means no more reliable sex. Which means resorting to porn.

Which means you.

You, batting your eyelashes at the camera and biting the side of your lip. You, purring and mewing like a kitten. You, lying back on your pretty pink bedsheets in your pretty pink lingerie, sliding your hands between your legs. It takes Kuroo a full month to decide to pay for access to your website (Kenma’s unsolicited recommendation) but it takes less than five minutes for him to upgrade access to premium. You look like a wet dream—no, you look like the centerfold of every dirty magazine Kuroo managed to get his hands on when he was younger. Pristine and alluring and so deliciously out of reach.

And you make it so simple. No delicate emotional games with rules Kuroo never bothered to learn. No pretending to care how your day was. You untie the little bows on the side of your panties and lick your fingers and Kuroo just has to take his dick out and watch you. Getting off hasn’t been this easy for him since college. You’re a camgirl, you exist on his computer screen, and that’s how he likes it.

Which makes it a lot more awkward when Kuroo finds out that the only woman he’s gotten off to in the past…year, maybe?…somehow just got hired in JVA’s sports promotion department as his junior associate.

Your prim work blouse is buttoned up to the collar and your makeup is different, but he knows it’s you. You have to tell him your name twice because he’s too stunned to respond the first time, and even then he can’t summon up more of a response than a curt nod because his mouth tastes like dirt.

You smile a little awkwardly at his cool reception, and the hand you’d extended out to shake swings back down to your side. “Um, the guy at HR said he sent up my info yesterday…I’ll be working directly underneath you?”

Directly underneath me. Kuroo is taking a sip of his coffee when you say this. He doesn’t spit it out, but it’s close.

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Missing jamesiris content🙈😭

James and Iris 🥺 you know these two are seriously undefeatable. They've been through so much together, and they're still so strong, and better together. When you talk about soul mates, it's without a doubt, these two. Lifelong friends, and grew into so much more. There will never be another James Carter Rogers just like there will never be another Iris Jade Drysdale-Rogers.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

By Our Tree

Summary: Iris and James wedding anniversary trip

Pairings: James X Iris

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, mild sexual content, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.8K

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James grabs onto his wife’s hand as he pulls her out onto the dock. She loved being out on the water. Had a bond with it much like she did with her Pops. Iris takes a deep breath, smelling the briny air, and smiles up at her forever love.

The boy she could never get enough of, turned into the man she wanted to experience everything with. “You ready?” James asks, jumping into the new boat. He holds up a hand for her to grab, and assists her in.

“Always ready for you.”

“Don’t I know it,” he cockily responds. His mouth already on her neck, as his nibbles at the sensitive skin. Admiring how her body just responds. Arching into his, and her hands pull at his hips.

He spins her body guiding the both of them to the steering wheel before drawing up the anchor. “Remind me to thank my best friend for letting us have this for a week,” he answers before standing behind her. James places his hands on her dainty ones, and he lets out a sigh of relief when her butt barely rubs over his crotch.

“Save that for later.”

“I thought you would like that, Sarge,” Iris tilts her head back to look up at his handsome face. Using her fingers to trace over the lines in his skin. Noting the happy smile lines around his mouth and eyes.

He keeps his eyes on the water. The sun making his hazel eyes even brighter and more golden than before.

“We’ve had a good life, huh, Baby Doll?”

“The best. Well, once we got there. But I’ll take the bad, as long as it’s with you.”

Without looking at her, James gives a quick kiss to her forehead before she looks back out at the horizon. Nothing but water, and a week of just her and her Jamey.

It was true, Iris believed she could not have done this life without him by her side. And there was no part of her life that James didn’t get to experience with her. He was her constant. The most steady and happiest parts of her life always included him.

She isn’t sure why she got to be so lucky to spend her whole life with her best friend. With the love of her life as he so affectionally called himself. But she didn’t care. She would take whatever curve ball that life threw her, as long as he was in her life.

She quickly shimmies away from him, to set up an easy lunch that they can have on deck, just floating in the water. The boat was immaculate, but sometimes she still missed her Pops’ more modest boat.

James drops the anchor into the water and waits on his pretty little wife to bring up the food, smiling fondly when she sets it down, and his thick hands pulls her onto his lap, while he tickles and kisses her.

Still acting like the kids that they never seemed to grow out of. Stopping only to feed the other strawberries, and he pulls back to look at the ocean, “Iris, you know I love you.”

“Oh, don’t you do that. There’s a but there. Don’t start our week alone with a but.”

Leaning her more over on his lap, so he can smack her ass, he puts her back where she started, “This is the only butt that’s important. And yes, but, I feel we’re selling ourselves short.”

“How so?”

“You’re the best mom. You love our babies,” she cups his cheek, pulling him down to look at her, and she sees his hazel eyes go glossy.

“Jamey,” her voice coos.

“We have the best life that I could imagine. But, I know you wanted a life like your mom’s. We’re almost there.”

“We have a granddaughter. She’s only a year old. We have a grandson that’s five and a half, and he constantly reminds of such.”

James shakes his head out of her grasp, and looks out on the water. “I know there’s more to life than kids. But that’s one of my favorite things about you. You never skip a beat. For this insecure teenager, you are a fierce mother. An even fiercer lawyer. You amaze me.”

Iris moves her attention out to the water, following James’ eye sight as she takes a deep breath in. “What if it��s another girl. What if Poppy or this new girl fall in love with a military man. Which you said would be the bane of your existence. Not wanting them to experience what I did. What then?”

“You know what I learned from Posie?” Iris waits for James to continue his thoughts. Burying her face into his chest, and smelling the familiar peachy scent.

“I learned that we can’t control life. Posie did everything right, until she met Jax. But that’s what was right for me. When she met him, she, finally, did what was right for her. I couldn’t stand him, but that man…ugh, he loves her. He’s good for her and those kids. He gave her strength when she was giving up. And she fought to be back to him and her babies. She never hesitated to step up for Abel. Before even knowing he was Jax’s, she loved that boy. It was like her heart knew he was apart of Jax. She looks past his flaws. And her life has been unpredictable because of him, but she’s happy.”

“She is.”

“And they made a damn cute baby. But, I’ve got the fever,” he changes the tone of his voice, trying to lighten the mood. “And I’m a bit jealous none of the kids are named after my mom.”

“Jamey,” Iris pouts, and he finally turns to look at her. Giving her a hard kiss to her lips. “Six months.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means, I give you six months to get what you want.”

James smiles, only for it to fall quickly. “I want you to want it too.”

“I want you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. If you’re happy, I’m happy. For better or worse.”

“For better or worse,” he smiles down at her so big. “Does that mean,” he pushes the two of them onto the floor. His hand already snaking up her leg. “We get to start now?”

“You ready for the six months to start now?”

“This is a free week. It’s our anniversary.”

“Which one again?”

“I’m offended. This is our wedding anniversary, Ris. But this is a freebie. It just is. You know it is.”

Iris grabs onto James bulge through his jeans, and giggles. “I know we better go below deck, because people can see us.”

James lifts up off her body, flipping his hat around, as he smiles looking all around them. “There’s no one here.”

“Jamey, take the hat off.”

“Nope,” he growls onto he, kissing along her sea salty skin. His teeth nipping at her neck, and she’s a combination of giggling and whimpering.

He starts to rip off her shirt, before shakes her head, “Don’t you dare, this is one of my favorites,” before sitting up to remove it herself.

“God, I love you. Like really honestly, love you, but you’re also so fucking hot. You dress like the president of the PTO, and I’m sure nobody would realize how much of a slut you are for James Rogers,” he pulls off his own shirt, before hovering back over her.

Iris’s finger traces over her name on his chest. Since Chris had fixed it, it looked much better, and less faded. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you are a whore. No part of your body I have not discovered,” he leans over her kissing down her body. “I believe I know your body better than I do mine.”

“Jamey,” his goofy self looks back up at her with a smile. That mouth still threatening to continue its descent, giving her belly button a mere whisper of a kiss.

“You realize literally every part of me is yours? We’ve shared it all together. And you’re still my favorite.”

“I’m trying to be sexy, and you’re getting sappy,” he sits up with a huff, pulling her body into his. The two of them looking out onto the water again, but Iris snuggles close to him.

“I’m serious. All of it. I’ve experienced with you.”

“You have never experienced a breakup.”

“Uh, we have,” James shakes his head no, disgusted at even the thought. “Yes, in fourth grade. That stupid girl, Kelli, she was holding your hand. And you thought it was okay.”

“That doesn’t count.”

“I was heartbroken. That hand is mine.”

“Damn right it is. This hand has been all over and up in your shit,” he gives her a hard kiss to her cheek. “Fine, it counts. Just so we can say we experienced it.”

He turns her body to face him. His finger guiding over the lace of her bra, but his eyes on her blue green ones. “You know, I think the universe was telling us we wouldn’t have a long time with Posie.”

“Why would you say that?” he asks with a groan.

“We got twelve years of just her. Twelve years of our beautiful little girl that played the guitar and would sing. She loved to bake, and have tea parties. She would only snuggle with you, when she wanted to. And was the only grandchild on all sides for six years. Twelve amazing years of just us three. And then Thorne, Poppy, and Oakley, and the other six years went by so fast. The universe knew she was going to leave us and make her own family. She makes him happy, too.”

“Yeah, I hate admitting your dad was right. Sometimes I wonder if that’s why he held onto you so tightly. He knew I was going to be in your life forever. I knew he liked me, James, but he hated me, Jamey. You know he helped dad get me?” Iris nods, but she loves hearing James tell her this story.

“If it wasn’t for your dad, I’d been living in London with her. We might not have ever met.”

“We would have,” Iris answers confidently. “You, James Carter Rogers, are my person. But I’m glad my dad was a match maker for us when we were two and three. I don’t want to think of what a basket case I would have been without you.”

“Ris?” she presses her forehead against his, staring at her favorite face. “Marry me, again.”

“You’re needy. First trying to talk me into another baby, and now another wedding.”

“Do it. Marry me again.”

“How about, next year. It’ll be our twentieth wedding anniversary,” he gives her a solid kiss on her lips.

“By our tree.”

Masterlist

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Is there somewhere - BTS royal / bodyguard au Drabble part 4

So after this I was thinking of writing some prequels to the Drabble series before moving ahead with time and the challenges these lovely characters would face ongoing. Same with the CEO drabbles, as always let me know what you think {angst and fluff ahead}

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You hadn’t seen them for a month. You told yourself you were glad, that it didn’t hurt you that they gave up. You asked them to leave, you would stick by that, and this proved you right.

These things happened for a reason, you tell yourself, and while life was still a dense cloud hanging over you, it didn’t rain. Since that night trouble stopped following you, no one approached you in the clubs, the paparazzi stopped following you, you felt safe again, by yourself without any bodyguards.

“I haven’t seen you in so long Y/n,” your childhood friend sat across from you at a little quaint cafe in the town closest to your castle. You would have invited her to your place but the mess increased tenfold, that being said, you think your father must be sending people to clean while you were out. He hadn’t said anything about it, you were grateful he hadn’t, you weren’t ready to have that conversation with the King. He was always too busy for you, so this gesture came as a shock.

“I’ve missed you Y/n,” Sana says taking your hand in hers and squeezing it earnestly. “I’ve been worried about you.”

“You don’t need to worry I’m okay,” you say reassuringly.

“Y/n it’s a cloudy day and you’re wearing sunglasses,” you take by her sarcasm she doesn’t sound convinced.

“I’ve got a headache that’s all,” you bury your head behind the brunch menu, pretending to look over the options as she hums in response. It had been years but she still knew you well, and this was nothing like you were.

“Who hurt my friend?” She asks reading through your behaviour like she read the newspaper articles about it online, hence the impromptu visit from half a world away despite her own busy schedule.

“Doesn’t matter, it’s in the past,” and yet it’s still so present. The wound might be healing but it was leaving a red swollen scar in its place.

She lets the subject drop noticing how your shield goes up.

“Your bodyguard is really hot, if you wanted to invite him in to join us I wouldn’t mind,” she wiggles her eyebrows playfully, trying to lighten the mood but her words have the opposite effect on you.

“My what?” You breathe, you don’t have bodyguards. You turn to face where her eyes are set behind you and sure enough, outside the glass windows trying to look conspicuous is a man in a suit you’d recognise anywhere. You hate how your heart starts to ache as it beats faster, how there’s a hum of electricity starting to burn under your skin.

“Is that not your bodyguard? You used to talk about them so much, that’s....” she squints her eyes at the male, who bows his head in panic realising he’s been caught. “Jin! Right?”

Every time you FaceTimed Sana one of the boys would be with you, not on the screen unless it was Jin or Jimin but professionally standing out of the cameras range staying with you trying not to smile as you gushed about them with her, begging one of them to say hello. Yoongi and Taehyung were the only ones to ever give in. They would say hello shyly before standing at their post, Jin and Jimin on the other hand would sit on the bed or sofa with you. Jimin would make you blush and tease you while talking to Sana, Jin would tell her all your bad habits and complain about you playfully. Namjoon and Hobi never gave in, you were close to breaking Jungkook’s resolve before he left.

“I’ll be right back,” you say to her, rising from your seat to walk to the guilty looking male who’s ears have turned red. He says something in his sleeve and you realise the others must be close by or at least contactable. It all suddenly makes sense, you hadn’t seen them, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. The house, your father was far too busy to burden himself with your mess, the sudden calm around you where normally there’d be a bustle of cameras and people.

“Princess,” he greets you bashfully, embarrassed for getting caught and complicating things. “Funny seeing you here, I was just waiting for a friend...”

“Liar,” you whisper, but it’s loud enough to shut him up.

“I can explain,” his cheeks are going red like his ears, you don’t know what you feel. There’s an emptiness that presents its self in his presence, like your body is trying to protect itself by going numb, even though your heart is begging you not to.

“I don’t want to hear it right now,” you close your eyes at the wave of sadness that overwhelms you. “I think you need to leave.”

You repeat your words from a month ago and it still cuts through him the same as it did then.

“I can’t...” he shuffles awkwardly from foot to foot.

“Jin you’re not my bodyguard anymore, this is harassment,” your cold eyes pierce through him but he stands strong against your onslaught.

“Actually...” he tries to chuckle but it dies as soon as it leaves his mouth. “Well you see, w-we- no your father... the king,” there’s a pause as he clears his throat and his hesitation irritates you.

“We’ve been reinstated as your bodyguards by order of the King,” a new voice behind you saves the stuttering man in front. You can’t help the fists form at your side as your mouth sets itself in a line. You turn to face Namjoon with a stern expression.

“No.” He knew you’d be stubborn, he knew it was a little underhanded of them, but after that day they couldn’t leave you like this. They would give you space, hope they could redeem themselves slowly, but they also had to keep you safe. They didn’t care you were next in line for the throne, they didn’t care their feelings for you were inappropriate in their line of work, you meant the world to them, you were their friend, and they couldn’t leave you again.

“I’m really sorry Princess, but the decisions been made,” he answers you sincerely. “We won’t get in your way, you won’t know we’re here, bu-”

“I said no,” your lips are tight, eyes enraged as you clench your jaw. He sighs, but he knows it would take time to heal the rift between you and the seven men.

You were right when you thought the rest of them were close behind, Yoongi and Jimin walk into your field of vision behind Namjoon, blazers buttoned, Jimin’s hair jelled back, Yoongi’s hand in his pocket. The sight takes you back and it knocks your confidence a little.

“Well that’s treason Princess,” Yoongi reasons with a small smirk forming on his face. “I guess that would get rid of us for you, being beheaded by the King.”

You shake your head is disbelief, a big sigh leaving your lips as you close your eyes to gather strength.

“I can’t do this right now,” you walk away back to your friend who’s eyes haven’t left the interaction. “I’ll deal with this later.”

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You wonder what happened to their promise to stay out of sight and out of mind the following Saturday.

Maybe you walked through the bad part of town on purpose, maybe you wanted to piss them off or put yourself in danger, maybe you just wanted some control. A man that looks like trouble wolf whistles as you walk in his direction, and you smile like he’s your salvation. You don’t make it another two steps as a hand grabs your arm forcefully. You turn to find an angry Hoseok glaring at the man now cat calling you before turning his glare to you, nostrils flared like a bull about to charge.

You physically have to stop yourself from gulping at his aura, you know if pushed Hobi would cause harm to anyone that disrespected you. His grip on your arm tightens as the man doesn’t stop yelling profanities at you, he’s obviously intoxicated not that it excused his behaviour. Hobi hadn’t spoken a word, you can see him trying to ground himself and his anger, starting to lose his control, trying to regain his cool.

The guilt washes over you at his gaze, your smirk long gone as you struggle to keep eye contact. He hasn’t seen your face soften like this in so long, a glimpse of the old you coming back with concern.

“Hobi I’m sorry,” you whisper. “Let’s just go.”

His eyes are shut and he’s shaking with fury, at the man, at you, at himself.

“Hobi please,” you cup his cheek with your palm, stroking your thumb against his skin, feeling panic rising in yourself. The man is in front of you both now and you feel shame for making such a stupid decision. You press your forehead against his jaw as he stares daggers at the man.

“Your boyfriend giving you problems sexy?” He wears a shit eating grin as he speaks. “You looking for a bit of fun?”

Your touch calms your bodyguard enough to clear the haze of anger that threatens to attack the man where he stands. He releases a big breath before taking your wrist and walking you both away, pace unforgiving.

He still doesn’t say a word as you both get to the car, he pulls open the backseat door aggressively, looking at you expectedly. You don’t argue, you don’t scoff, you don’t walk away. Your eyes are round, looking up at him, begging for forgiveness. How the tables turn.

You get in without complaint, flinching as he slams the door shut. He gets into the drivers seat, putting his seat belt on before staring at you through the rear view mirror, jaw still clenched. You look lost, he hasn’t started the car and he hasn’t stopped staring at you.

“The seatbelt Y/n,” it’s a low growl and you quickly move to lock yours in place at his tone. Your heart is beating so fast you think it’s trying to escape. You don’t blame it, your hands are curled on your knees like a child ready to be scolded and you can’t look ahead as he pulls off.

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You didn’t say a word the whole journey, scared a single sound would set him off. His grip was unrelenting on the wheel, you don’t think he cooled down at all even though he made sure he wasn’t driving recklessly with you in the car.

He doesn’t take you back to the castle, he takes you to their place. They rarely used to be at home when they worked for you, the castle was large enough for them to stay and they had no reason not to. You hesitate to leave the vehicle when Hobi opens the door for you, he’s patient even through his fury. He holds a hand out for you to take like they used to.

You want to ask him what you’re doing here, why he’s brought you, but you decide to take his hand and let him lead you indoors.

“Princess?” It’s odd to see Jungkook in his normal clothes, to see any of them in their casual wear, it looks homely. They all stare between you and Hobi, looking confused as you both walked into the living room.

You were staring at the floor as he explained where you were when he was on duty, the others now looked at you in shock and disappointment. It was hard for you to hear too, like he was talking about someone else, another girl, you wished the ground would swallow you whole.

“Princess this really has to stop,” it’s Jimin that breaks the silence after Hobi’s speech. His usual sweet disposition was wiped away with worry. “I get it, we messed up, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself Y/n.”

You don’t raise your head to meet his words, you stay with your eyes down and feet cemented where you stood. There’s a finger under your chin but you move your head to the side to avoid it bringing your face up.

“We’re really sorry,” Taehyung whispers beside you.

They blamed themselves for everything you had been through since the moment they left, but how could they undo it, how could they make this okay? His words don’t comfort you, they hurt you, they bring up the night they left all over again. But you feel the sincerity in his words, how hoarse it sounds, filled with every desire to turn the clock back. It brings tears to your eyes, it makes you choke on the emotion rising in your throat. You want it to be okay too, but you couldn’t erase the abandonment they left you with.

There’s a hand rubbing your back soothingly as your bottom lip trembles and your shoulders shake trying to keep the sobs down.

“It’s okay,” the hand on your back moves to your hair, and Taehyung rests his lips on your temple as he speaks. “We hurt you Princess, shout at us, let it out, cry, just stop holding it in.”

If you did as he said it would make you vulnerable again, you’d be letting them in and you don’t know if you’re ready for that. But he wasn’t wrong, holding all the pain down without a healthy form of release was making that gaping hole in your chest erode the rest of you away.

“I’m-m s-so a-angry-” you struggle to get your words out, having to take a shallow breathe with each word as they came out in a sob and it physically hurt you to speak. “At all o-of you.”

Tae’s crying too, Jungkook’s behind you but you can hear him sniffle. You lean into the Taehyung, pushing your face into his neck as you close your eyes and break down, he doesn’t hesitate to bring his arms around you when you think you’re about to fall.

“You had each other,” you wail, not caring at how deranged you sounded. “I had no one, you left me when I was injured!” Your head drops to his chest as you bang your fist against Taehyung’s chest finally letting it all out, and he takes it without bracing himself for each hit. “I needed you and you guys broke me.

Who was I supposed to talk to? Do you know how ridiculous it sounds to the people of my world. My bodyguards abandoned me, so fucking what? Get new ones.”

You grip his top that’s stained with your tears, you’re so angry, so heartbroken and the only people that would listen and help where the ones to cause you this pain.

“But you weren’t just my guards, you were my friends and I thought you all felt the same.”

There’s a whisper of “we do” but you ignore it.

They’ve never seen you like this, not when Taeyeon revealed her true colours, not when Sana moved away, you had said goodbye to people before, it was a part of life but nothing compared to when they left you, and you knew why, you just didn’t want to admit to it out loud. You didn’t want their pity, the pathetic Princess who had no friends who fell in love with her knights in shining armour, the people who were employed to ensure your safety. Misplaced feelings because you had no one else, you could hear Namjoon’s lecture already. They had never see you that way, if they had they wouldn’t have left.

If only you knew the thoughts running through the rest of their brains, how could they tell you they were compromised, that they broke your trust by falling for you, that every protocol dictated to them in their training stated they couldn’t keep a charge safe if they had feelings for them, they had to resign. Looking back it was the worst decision they ever made, but at the time it seemed like the most appropriate.

You scoff through your tears, “if you felt the same you would’ve at least come to see me, but you didn’t, you would’ve at least called or texted but you blocked my number, I tried to contact you everyday for the first two weeks and it was like you all didn’t exist anymore.”

There’s a grasp softly pulling you out of Taehyung’s hold and he whines as you’re taken away. Namjoon’s eyes are red, he looks like he’s on the brink of tears himself, but he holds it together.

“We’re so sorry Y/n,” he could never stop saying it, even if he did earn your forgiveness it could never assuage the guilt that weighed on them. “We honestly thought it was the right thing to do, if we kne-”

“On what planet was that ever the right thing to do Joon?” You cut him off, you didn’t want excuses.

“We made a mistake, leaving you was a mistake but we made one before that,” you frown at his words, what mistake? He contemplates his words but there’s no way mince them, no way to make what he’s about to say any easier. He’s not trying to make excuses, he’s not trying to justify his behaviour he just wanted to be honest. “We fell in love with our charge, the biggest offence we could commit, the biggest threat to your safety was us.”

He watches your eyes go wide as tears streamed down your face, he waited for your disgust, your displeasure.

“We are so in love with you Princess, it killed us to leave you but you have to believe me when I say we thought it was for the best.”

You can’t breathe. He wants you to say something, he needs you to say something, anything. You just stare at him in disbelief until you find the words to speak.

“Are you so stupid?” You gasp, gaze flickering to all their faces, theyre holding their breaths. “Are you all so blind that you couldn’t see that I was in love with you too?”

It was Namjoon’s turn to stare at you in disbelief, their jaws dropped.

“How stupid could you be Namjoon! Did you even think for a seco-” your voice is muffled by his chest as he pulls you into him, and he finally lets himself cry. You were right he was so stupid, he always prided himself on his intellect but look at the mess he made. He holds you like he’d never let you go, tight like you’d disappear in his arms.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he whimpers and it breaks your heart, you’ve never heard the leader sound like this. You sigh deeply in his arms, warmth finally starting to fill the hole.

“It’ll be alright Joonie,” you hug him back and he’s so grateful for you in that moment. “We’ll work through it.”

You have to believe that you will. More arms wrap around you both, tears of relief, tears of hope mixed with apologetic whispers, words of comfort. You feel the warmest you have in months.

[ushiluv]

Gambling and Babies 

soon to be father!bokuto x pregnant!reader 

gender reveal and gambling uncles (wc: 1475)

warnings 

none! pure fluff (except kuroo being a filthy capitalist)

note from the author 

i apologize if this is messy, i've never been to a baby shower before i just got the idea after watching a tik tok and felt like writing about it after baby fever hit me like a train. please let me know if i can improve anything about it <3 

“Are you sure everything is ready?”

Akaashi was beyond nervous. Planning a baby shower for his best friend’s first born child was not something he ever saw himself doing, but how could he have passed upon the opportunity after seeing how excited Bokuto was at the idea of having one?

Obviously, you and your dear husband had no idea about the whole event, at least not until a few days ago. Atsumu ringed you both up to tell you about Akaashi’s surprise and told you to clear out your schedule for that day. You hadn’t seen Bokuto that excited since the day he got married to you in front of his (old and current) volleyball team and direct family. Quite frankly, the whole idea was also a surprise to you- you did mention wanting to have one once or twice at the beginning of your pregnancy but you didn’t expect anyone to actually follow through with the idea.

“Yes, stop stressing. Bokuto and Y/N are on their way already.” Hinata tried his best to calm Akaashi down, but the dark haired man still couldn’t stop fidgeting with his fingers. He wanted everything to be perfect, literally.

He kept walking around the big garden, recounting the balloons and making sure the amount was the exact same for the blue and pink ones.

23, 24, 25… alright, 1, 2…

“IS THIS ALL FOR US?”

Bokuto’s loud voice turned everyone’s head toward you two. He started looking at the place with stars in his eyes- literally, while you greeted the people who were invited. Some congratulated you, some hugged you and others were inviting you to bet with them on the gender of the baby.

“Thanks, but I’ll pass.” you said with a smile on your face. You didn’t really care that much about the gender of the baby and neither did Bokuto; both of you were ready for any of the outcomes possible, you just wanted the baby to be healthy. And with how your pregnancy was going so far, that’s not something you were worried about.

After thanking a few more guests for coming, you were making your way to Bokuto who was chatting with Akaashi.

Bokuto was clenching Akaashi’s shirt, telling him something with the pouty voice he used on you when you told him no a few too many times. “... promise I won’t tell her.”

“For the last time, Bokuto-san, I will not tell you the gender of the baby. You’ll have to find out later.”

“Kou, baby, you’re not causing Keiji trouble, are you?”

Bokuto straightened his back up at the sound of your voice and ran to you, quickly wrapping his arm around your waist.

“No, babe we were just playing, I was actually thanking him for putting up everything together.” Bokuto gave you a small peck on the temple.

You moved to take Akaashi’s hand in yours, “Oh, yeah Keiji this really means a lot, thank you so much.”

“It’s really nothing,” he went back to fidgeting with his hands, “I’m just glad you guys like it.”

You chuckle at the sight of the little habit he’s had since your high school days, it felt kind of nostalgic to see a part of the old him. Akaashi has been with you and Bokuto since the beginning, he’s actually the one who helped your husband confess his little crush on you back in high school. Seeing how far you three have gone was enough to water your lower lash line.

“You okay?” Bokuto asked, “We’re gonna pop the balloon soon, do you want me-”

You cut him off, “I’m perfect.” You cupped his cheeks to bring your lips together in a kiss. “Let’s go see what gender our child is.”

Bokuto nooded took your hand in his and kissed the back of it, something he’s always loved doing.

“No matter the gender, they’re gonna turn out to be the greatest volleyball player in Japan- No! The whole world!”

“With you as their father, I don’t doubt it at all.”

Bokuto and you stood in front of the table full of gifts. You were glad that Akaashi only invited your closest friends because you weren’t sure how to act in front of a too big audience.

“Bet it’s a boy” Atsumu said with a few money bills in hand.

“And I’m telling you it’s a girl!” Meian replied.

Chatters among the small crowd regarding your unborn child’s gender started taking up place. Atsumu and Meian had unexpectedly started a whole debate.

“Will you two lower it down? They’re going to pop the balloon.” Sakusa said before rolling his eyes at the antics of his capitan and teammate.

“WAIT, THE CAMERA” a panicked Hinata sprinted across the garden with a small camera and tripod in hand. “Don’t start without the camera.”

Meian moved to help him set up the whole thing, hoping it would save everyone some time. “What were you doing all this time?”

Hinata didn’t say anything and looked behind his back where a smiling Kuroo with yen bills in his hands could be seen. He put the money in his front pocket and joined the rest of the group.

“Come on guys let’s not waste any more time.” he said, hoping to get the attention off of him for a second.

Hinata hit play on the camera and everything from there started rolling. Akaashi gave you and Bokuto the large black floating balloon, not before congratulating you too one last time.

Large needle in hands, you started noticing how much you were shaking. “You pop it or I pop it?” you asked your husband.

“You pop it, I’m too nervous.”

“As if I aren’t.” you mumbled under your breath. “Let’s do it together?”

Bokuto eagerly nodded before wrapping his free hand over yours, the other was holding the string, stopping the balloon from escaping the party. The gesture calmed you down a bit, it was like a little reminder that you were definitely not in this alone. He has always been with you and will always be, he had promised, after all, and Bokuto would rather die than break a promise he’s made to you.

He leaned down slightly to kiss your cheek. “Okay 1, 2...3”

At the count of three, blue papers exploded from the balloon, leaving you and Bokuto speechless for a second. Tears started blurring your vision when you felt your husband’s arm around you, jumping up and down, not being able to contain his excitement anymore. He gave you a loud kiss on the mouth before joining his friend group who were all yelling and screaming about some were right and others were wrong. You were, yourself, quickly surrounded by a few people who bragged about knowing it already because Mom’s sense, Oh no it was just easy to tell, Actually women pregnant with boys- you lost count of the explanation they came up with you. You were just really happy to know that you and Bokuto would be welcoming a little boy to the world in the next few months.

After the excitement being calmed down, you joined Bokuto who was still chatting with some of his teammates. You could hear some of them complain about the money they’ve lost and it made you giggle.

As soon as the whole celebration was over and after cleaning everything up, you Bokuto and Akaashi went for a car ride like the good old days (in Bokuto’s words).

“We’re adults now” Bokuto sighed as he rubbed your belly with one hand and stirred the wheel with the other.

You laughed at his sudden realization. “Did it take you a whole baby to figure that?”

“Yeah,” he said dreamily “I’m just really glad I get to experience this with you, you know?”

“Me too, wouldn't experience it with anyone else.” you took his hand from your belly in yours and kissed his knuckles. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Gosh you guys are as sappy as you were in high school.” Akaashi mumbled from the backseat.

You quickly turn around to give your good friend a small smack on the knee.

“It’s all your fault Akaashi!”

He laughed and leaned back in his seat, admiring the sunset that could be seen from his window. “Yeah, and I would do it again.”

bonus

“You said you knew the gender!” an angry Hinata was scolding Kuroo.

“I said I’m eighty-five percent sure of the gender, it’s just bad luck that it landed on the fifteen percent remaining!”

Hinata rubbed his face, trying to make the math in his head “Give me back my money at least.”

“Can’t do that.” Kuroo yawned, “That’s just how business works.” he pat Hinata’s head before walking away, leaving the small red head trying to figure out if he really got scammed or not.

[kythed]

what love tastes like

terushima yuuji x reader

synopsis: in which you learn that falling in love tastes like monster

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“Taste,” he says. He holds the cold rim of a freshly opened can to your lips, and first it’s metallic, salty, but then it’s sweet. 

You take a sip. 

“So you’re telling me you’ve never tried Monster before?” he asks, taking a drink himself. The two of you are sitting on a park bench across the street from a gas station. He licks his lips-- the silver ball embedded in his tongue winks at you, a shallow token of youthful rebellion that somehow seems more significant on him. 

“Never. I’m more of a Dr. Pepper girl.” You reach for the can again, letting the saccharine liquid sloshing inside coat your tongue. It’s really too much for me, you think. But of course, you won’t tell him that. 

“Not anymore,” he says, and he slips a firm hand around the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and daring you to look away with a wicked grin-- it’s attractive, to say the least. “Now you’re my girl.” 

You’ve barely parted your lips to respond before his mouth is on yours, tongue halfway down your throat, and you’re whimpering into the kiss as he snakes a hand down your back and presses your body to his. The whole ordeal tastes like Monster and feels far more energizing than the packaging promises. 

Within your first day of meeting him, Terushima Yuuji has already claimed you as his own. 

And you’re okay with it.

--

He’s about as healthy for you as the Monster is-- which is to say, not at all. 

In your next couple months of dating him, this becomes apparent. He takes you to the edge of the woods at twilight and lights your first cigarette, laughing as you take a draw and end up coughing. Plucking it from your fingers, he holds the cig high as smoke curls into the hazy sky and eventually melds with the faintly orange cumuli. “Guess it’ll take a little practice before you can smoke with the big dogs, huh?”

You flush and snatch it back, determined to prove your aptitude for defiance. By the end of the night, you can blow smoke rings-- he applauds, and for some odd reason your heart swells at his lazy grin. 

(The next kiss tastes like tobacco and novelty.)

He shows you each of his tattoos, some of which peek out from underneath his clothes, some of which aren’t exactly visible to the onlooker’s eye. There’s a tendril of ivy climbing down his forearm, a flock of wild cranes taking flight from his left shoulder. A dark silhouette is on his chest, kneeling low to who knows what. You trace the image of an unlit candle on the back of his neck, asking what it means-- for a millisecond, his mouth tightens into an expressionless line, but then he laughs. “Why, you want one too? Let’s go to the parlor then.” 

When you decline, he takes a permanent marker from his bedside table and prints a small label on your inner wrist. ‘Mine’ it says, accompanied by an oddly appropriate smiley face. “Then this will have to do.”

(This kiss tastes like ink and enigma.) 

He brings you to a decrepit manor on the outskirts of town-- legend has it a young, newly wealthy couple purchased it twenty years ago, unaware its foundations rested on a centuries old cemetery. The spiteful spirits drove them to the brink of madness. The sort of madness that could only be alleviated by the resounding finality of death. 

“They were found hanging from their bedsheets in the west wing,” Yuuji whispers to you, his breath tickling your ear. An unwanted tremor runs from your head to your high-tops. You don’t believe in ghosts, so it must be because you’re cold. (At least, that’s what you tell yourself.) “I want that kind of love.” 

You turn, surprised to see his expression remains entirely serious. “The kind where you die for one another?”

“The kind where you die with one another,” he corrects, wistfully gazing into the dingy bay windows protruding from the manor’s anterior. 

You remain silent. 

“Life is just an accumulation of bad decisions, and love is just an accumulation of bad decisions you make with another person,” he muses, still peering at the grandeur of the lonely estate. He turns to you, a dangerous glint in his eye. “Wanna make a bad decision with me?” 

The next hour is spent in the modest company of Yuuji, a couple of baseball bats, and the empty halls of a long dead house. There’s no one to witness the two of you shattering each dusty antique vase save for the portraits on the wall. Soon, their frames, too, receive a violent visit from a vindictive bat, usually accompanied by Yuuji’s unadulterated glee and a resounding whoop. 

You’re not a fan of destruction. Especially not the destruction of rare, precious items reminiscent of a life bygone. Yet, it’s exhilarating to indulge in it, to swing your bat with a meaningless vengeance and watch as whatever priceless heirloom that evoked your baseless wrath fractures into pieces. You demolish a set of fine china found in the dining room cabinet and Yuuji gathers you into his arms, kissing you fiercely (it tastes like some sort of perverse, seductive joy, rosewater mixed with ashes). He chuckles into your mouth when you push your tongue into his, retribution for your first kiss many weeks ago. It’s deliciously gratifying. 

If Yuuji is right, and love is just a mosaic of bad decisions and desire-- maybe you’re okay with that. Maybe this is all I really need, you think, watching Yuuji from the corner of your eye on the drive home. Yellow street lights cast irregular shadows on his angular features, lending him an otherworldly sort of beauty. 

“What is it?” he asks, without taking his eyes off the road. One of his hands inches up your inner thigh, giving it a quick squeeze before retreating to the responsibility of the steering wheel. 

You hesitate, just for a second. An unseen force constricts around your throat; you banish it with a hard swallow. “I love you.” 

One second passes. Then two. 

He says nothing the rest of the ride home, and you sit in mortified silence, watching traffic blur by with glassy eyes. You must’ve misread this whole thing. You’re just a fling Yuuji plans on discarding whenever he grows tired… your mouth goes dry with regret. 

When you pull up in front of your house, he walks you to your front door. You can hardly stand to look him in the eye. 

“Well, thanks for today,” you say, examining your shoelaces with false interest. “I had a lot of--”

“I love you, too.” 

Startled, you look up. “I- what?” 

“I said,” he says, stepping close, putting a hand beneath your chin to tilt it upwards. Your body is eclipsed by his larger one, and you’re overwhelmed with the sudden urge to hide from his penetrating gaze. “I love you, too.” 

A beat of silence.

“Oh,” you breathe, and, suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you fervently— but this time, it’s chaste, it’s… loving (and it tastes like honeyed laughter). Only for a second though.

Then his hands are on your waist, fingers gripping hard enough to leave bruises; he’s aflame with a hotblooded passion-- your body is his Holy Grail and your mouth is its rim. He leads you into the hallway, fumbling to close the door behind him. You gasp when he pushes you up against the wall and harshly sucks at the sensitive skin beneath your jaw, your nails digging into his back through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. 

“I love you,” he mumbles, painting your neck with a line of ardent kisses, trailing from right below your ear to right above your collarbone. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

--

There’s something a little too tender in the way he caresses your face the next morning to wake you after he’s slipped his clothes back on, in the way he smiles softly at your bleary eyed confusion, in the way he holds you in his embrace a fraction of a second longer than you hold him in yours before saying goodbye. 

Terushima Yuuji may play the part of a reckless delinquent, but he’s not your average troublemaker. There’s something inscrutable behind his gaze, even as he sprays obscene graffiti on stop signs and shoplifts alcohol from the neighborhood drugstore, a walking cliche of hoodlum culture. 

There’s something a little too careful about the boy who claims to be careless. 

Yuuji is still fun, of course. He takes immense pride in being fun. He invites you to one of his friends’ gigs, some sort of grunge-esque affair with a heavily pulsating bass line and a preponderance of cheap liquor in red plastic cups. The drummer winks at you during one of the songs-- later Yuuji slugs him in the jaw, taking a few hits in the process, and makes a show of kissing you sloppily while the poor drummer nurses his rapidly forming bruise with a pack of frozen peas. (The kiss, of course, tastes like blood and pride.) 

He teaches you how to use a switchblade-- “Just in case,” he says, wrapping his hand around yours in an effort to show you the proper grip. In exactly what situation you’d be forced to use a switchblade remains unclear, but when you ask he just laughs and shrugs, spinning the knife in between his slender fingers. “You never know.”

(He tells you a story of a fist fight years ago and lifts his shirt to point out a pale, faded scar-- the other guy brought a knife concealed in his sleeve. You then agree it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.)

The two of you trespass on the regular, scaling fences and picking locks to dip your feet in private pools, to run barefoot on the soft grass of a golf course late at night, to explore taped off tunnels and underpasses. 

All of it is fun, all of it depicts your relationship as something accidental, something reckless, the convergence of two beings as coincidental as the convergence of the two cells that provoked the Big Bang. 

But your intimate moments, the faintest imprints in between the lines, tell a different story. One onlookers don’t see. 

They don’t see how Yuuji places a hand on the small of your back to guide you over a crosswalk, or how he pours a coffee and carefully blows on it before bringing it to you. They don’t see how he laughs when you laugh and smiles when you smile. 

They don’t hear what he whispers to you under the sheets-- sweet nothings that would make Cupid himself blush-- as he touches you slowly, purposefully, following your curves deliberately as a sculptor molding clay. 

They don’t feel his kisses, delicately placed on your lips, your neck, your stomach and thighs. They don’t feel his eyelashes fluttering on your cheek as he allows himself to rest with you in his most vulnerable state. 

It’s during these moments that deep secrets are so shyly exchanged in the sleepy haze of late nights and early mornings. He bares his soul to you in all its imperfection (you suspect you are the only one to have ever seen it in this state). He shatters himself bit by bit like the vases you splintered so long ago, offering you the fragments so you can gradually piece together the entire portrait. 

“You know how I told you my dad taught me how to fight?” he asks one of these times. Your head is in his lap as he strokes your hair ever-so-lightly. You nod, looking up into those sweet brown eyes-- they look sad today. “That’s only half true. He didn’t teach me, but I had to learn because of him.” 

You take his hand and brush your lips over his knuckles, humming softly, and he takes this small act of comfort and stores it away like he always does. 

I’m sorry. 

“I’m scared of trying to be someone different than I am now, but I want to be. I wish I could be.”

You can. 

“I’m sorry for getting you into so much trouble these days.”

Don’t be.

“I think we should run away, just you and me. We could make it, you know.”

I know. 

Of course, all good things come to an end. You know that. 

You just aren’t anticipating something so good to end so soon-- as suddenly as Terushima Yuuji becomes yours, he disappears. 

One morning, he’s sleeping in the bed next to you, and the next he’s gone without a trace. Literally. He leaves behind no extra t-shirts, no stray sock or phone charger, no note. You pad down the hall, ducking your head into each room.

“Yuuji?” you call. “Is this some sort of joke?”

It’s not. 

You call his phone and reach his voicemail. Hey, this is Terushima. Not available right now, probably busy doing somethin’ stupid or taking a piss. Leave a message if you want. 

The sound of his voice grows more and more painful to hear over the next six months. At first, you call every day, then every week, then every month. At month six, you’ve stopped calling at all. If he wanted to answer, he would. You don’t even know why you’ve kept it up so long when he obviously left for a reason. 

So, you pick up the pieces of your broken heart and cobble them together again. It’s not a graceful recovery, but it’s a recovery, and that’s what matters. The gaping hole he left is gradually filled by your family, your friends-- you don’t go on a single date, but that’s okay. (You’re just not ready. You tell yourself that you will be, someday.)  

Soon, you’re whole again. As you discover, there are ways to find yourself other than falling dangerously in love with a dangerous boy. 

You run into him one day, eight or so months after his disappearance. You’re filling your car at a gas station, and at the park across the street, he’s sitting next to a girl you don’t recognize. She laughs at all his jokes and sips a can of Monster he offers her. As if he can feel your stare, Yuuji glances over and catches your eye. He jogs across the street, dodging traffic, and you two exchange tentative pleasantries before the conversation comes to an uneasy rest on the taboo-- why he left.

It wasn’t because of you, it turns out. At least, not really. You were just the catalyst.

“I was the problem,” Yuuji says, laughing, though the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “You remember how I once told you I thought love was making your bad decisions with someone by your side?”

You nod, and the wound has scabbed over enough for you to remember it lightly, with a slight curve of the lips.

“You showed me that wasn’t true.” He tugs on the collar of his t-shirt absentmindedly, not quite meeting your gaze. “I started wanting to make good decisions instead. And that just wasn’t me. Love isn’t for me.”

“It could’ve been,” you say simply. He stares at you, momentarily unable to form a response. Then he laughs it off, a sound you used to adore that now sounds harsh and grating. 

“Maybe someday,” he says, but his expression tells you otherwise. It tells you how scared he is of ever being that person.

The thing about love is that it gives you something to lose. It gives you a reason to make good decisions. It gives you something to fear for. 

As he turns to leave, Yuuji freezes in his tracks. He throws a look over his shoulder. “Just for the record-- it hurt. Leaving. I did love you.” 

You smile. It’s a genuine smile, but it’s sad, too. “I know.” 

And the thing about fear is that some people can’t bear it well enough to let themselves love someone. 

You watch his retreating back for a brief moment before climbing into your car. It’s not until you’re halfway home that you realize you’re crying. Tears roll down your cheeks into your lap, staining your jeans. 

You hope he comes to love that new girl, the one he’s sharing a Monster with. You hope she loves him back with all her heart. You hope she spends hours and hours picking through his pieces and reassembling him from the bottom up. You hope she comes to find that his kisses taste like tobacco and novelty, like ink and enigma, like rosewater and ashes and joy. You hope that, to her, those kisses never taste like regret. 

You hope that this time, he’s scared. But not so scared he can’t let himself stay.