#i finished old clock last night...not sure which one im gonna play next

[brutal-nemesis]

Yee it’s a good time I’m sorry yours don’t 😔 And that’s a dope first game! Ours was Danger by Design

Ooh okay I LOVE Waverly and Thornton Hall! Silent Spy’s good too, but I think my other favs are Shadow at the Water’s Edge, White Wolf, Sea of Darkness, and Deadly Device.

I would die for Joe Hardy that is a fact

I DEFINITELY want tk talk. My sisters have long since stopped loving ND but inside I am still 9 years old devouring the books and being shocked when my dad brought home the first game. What did uou think of the latest game?

Hecc yeah baby! Big oof that your sisters aren’t into it anymore; both my brother and sister still play them and we talk about them all the time. We even had a Nancy Drew party with some of my friends a couple weeks ago where we just played through Shadow Ranch.

As for Midnight in Salem...it...was. I mean I didn’t hate it by any means, and it’s certainly better than Shattered Medallion or Ransom of the Seven Ships, but it just didn’t have that same charm. There were some good puzzles though! And playing as Frank and Joe is always a party. How about you?

[gwoongi]

wordless pt.1

jeon jeongguk / reader genre: hitman (john wick?) au, sugar daddy au, fluff, pining, angst rating: mature words: 4.1k warnings: mentions of blood and violence, unconventional relationship, angsty themes, smoking mention a/n: this is jeongguk as john wick because i’m trash and i cant finish one story at a time. these prompts r from here btw :) im gonna do all 50 but im too lazy rn so here’s the first 10 :D

Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Jeongguk over the edge if he hears them again.

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Now, it definitely was not a stretch to assume that everything in Jeongguk’s life was indeed unconventional. People didn’t need to understand that what Jeongguk did for work was something that, by the law, was considered unprofessional and inhumane, and so when asked, Jeongguk sufficed for “boss of a company”, and questions weren’t asked. If they were, Jeongguk came up with a slightly more conventional lie, to make up for the reality that was Jeongguk working on the clock, killing nobodies for a bit of cash.

Taehyung, his right-hand man, had expressed how unconventional Jeongguk seemed to be over a dinner in Venice, a little restaurant tucked away unconventionally in a street that did not belong to America. Jeongguk spoke four languages comfortably, and had parents retiring in the Canary Islands. Jeongguk donated money to women’s charities and mental health services, and helped bribe his cousins into Ivy Leagues when racism prevented them from entry. Jeongguk was a Joe-Exotic in the making and owned a rescue black panther named Elio, and had houses across the globe for use when working. And, Jeongguk was dipping his toes into playing house with a sugar baby who was only five years younger than him, of whom he had met in a stakeout which involved the hit being on your brother’s head. Unconventionally, you led him to his target, and afterwards, dined with him in a Thai restaurant.

Things in Jeongguk’s life were far from ordinary, but perhaps it was the denial of mundane comforts that kept Jeongguk going. If he went back to normality, to working a shitty customer service job like when he was seventeen, dumping trash into overflowing piles behind the off-license he worked at, things wouldn’t be the same. Jeongguk would feel alien, like he didn’t belong. At least here, amongst the pain and the bullets and the years worth of trauma packed in his wrinkles (which, yes, if he looks hard enough, he can see some cursing his twenty five year old skin), Jeongguk felt like he sort of belonged. In an unconventional way.

Having met Jeongguk during his line of work, there were difficulties in being Jeongguk’s sugar baby. For one, he always felt guilty for having murdered your brother, even though you heavily supported the hit. Your brother was a jerk, a bully with money, someone who had wronged your entire family, turned off your younger sister’s life support when there was a chance of her survival. Asshole, he deserved it. Secondly, Jeongguk was impractical and irrational and often acted selfishly, meaning he was often out of the country on work, only available in whispers for a few hours and then he was gone, compensating with a few sums of cash.

He tried his best. Jeongguk, despite technicalities including his work and his past and his occasional mean streak, genuinely cared about other people. When he could, he made the effort, otherwise not attempting to make promises to you that he could not keep. Jeongguk knows that he got really lucky when he found you. You didn’t ask questions. Nobody was better for him.

However, Jeongguk was selfish, and broken, and in refusal of fixing what was wrong with him. When it was of convenience, Jeongguk drew comparisons to the last girlfriend he tried to entertain. One who wronged him, and died when he tried to repair everything she had destroyed. Jeongguk carries that with him like the tattoos on his skin, a permanent memory, and something that often disturbs what could be and should be between the both of you.

Jeongguk is worthy of love, and capable of loving. On days where Jeongguk is free to lounge without the guilt of not working, you find it is so easy to love him. But, it can’t be that way. You couldn’t just tell him that. Telling him that you loved him would be inappropriately unconventional. Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Jeongguk over the edge if he hears it again.

(1) Holding their hands when they are shaking.

Jeongguk is in his living room, his right leg bouncing like a spring as he cradles an infant glass of whiskey. His eyes are glazed, yet wide, staring at the Seoul city draped in darkness and neon, and without even looking inside, you know that his brain is spinning, thoughts chaotic and loud.

“Hey,” you call out to him, and his eyes stutter to the left to catch you in the doorway, “I heard you get up. What’s wrong?”

Jeongguk shakes his head gently. “Nothing, baby, go back to bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”

Jeongguk often makes comments without expectancies. You stand in the doorway that connects the living room to the long hall that stems into bedrooms and bathrooms, and watch him for a moment. His whole body vibrates like a speaker, his hands trembling as the glass drains and he reaches for a second, or a third, or maybe a tenth. You want to sigh, without being patronising, but you know that any sign of sympathy is mistaken for that whenever Jeongguk is around to make the judgement.

He looks back to the skyline and frowns, his attention panning from the window to his phone that buzzes blue, but he ignores. Stepping across the cool wooden floorboards, you approach him sleepily and take a seat next to him on the sofa. Neither of you move, but he recognises you’ve moved. He bristles slightly, like it was unexpected.

“You can take your time,” you suggest to him, and his hands ache in his lap as he sets the glass down on the coffee table with a careless thud. He scoffs, devoid of emotion, and dips his head so his chin is near his collarbones. In his lap, those hands shake. “Maybe don’t drink so much tonight.”

“I’m clearing my head,” he insists weakly. Those hands still shake.

Brows creased with a pinch, you swallow the unease and reach for his hands. Jeongguk doesn’t say anything as you do so, enveloping his hands in yours, and so suddenly the shaking ceases. Like trying to block the shakes from reaching his wrists, your hands keep his safe.

“I know,” you understand honestly, because you do know what he’s going through. “How about tea, or something? To calm down, calm down the mess that’s up in there.”

Your chin is on his shoulder, and he smiles softly. “Are you calling me messy?”

“Nah, I’m calling your brain messy,” you reply. “It’s a cruel fucking brain.”

“Hate my brain.”

“Today, we hate it.”

Jeongguk’s head turns slightly so that he can see you, and in his lap, his thumbs brush across your skin.

“Thank you,” Jeongguk says quietly, attempting a smile that doesn’t quite convince. It doesn’t necessarily have to, not tonight anyway. His phone continues to flash like a light show, Taehyung’s name in bold. “Fuck. I’ll take the call, and then I’ll come back to bed, okay?”

You nod, “Mm, okay. Want me to make a drink?”

“I don’t need it,” Jeongguk concludes. “Not today.”

(2) Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Sometimes Jeongguk wakes up in the night due to nightmares, but tonight, it’s different.

Beside him, you stir uncomfortably and kick his leg for the fourth time. He huffs and looks over, trying to figure out if you’re awake and indignant, or lost in the dream. He settles on the latter when you strain out the name of your brother and his heart swoops with a dull ache.

“You’re just dreaming, baby, come on,” Jeongguk mutters quietly into your ear, holding you in place to calm the thrashing. “He’s not here anymore, I’m here. Y/N.”

It subsides after a few minutes, making it the longest you’ve gone on record. He looks into your sleepy, upset eyes as you break awake and brushes the hair out of your face. He tries to smile for you, and maybe you can’t see in the dark.

“I’ll get you some water,” Jeongguk suggests gently. “Hm? Sweet thing. It’s just a dream.” He says this into your hair in a hug, leaving a kiss on your temple as he breaks. “You’re fine.”

“I’m fine,” you breathe uneasily, and he separates to get a glass of water and returns to find you sleeping again. What relief Jeongguk might have is exhaled as he sets the glass on the bedside table, stroking your hair until he moves away with the sudden realisation that this is not a normal exchange.

Before Jeongguk decides to leave again, he makes sure the bed is made and that you are safe; he tucks the duvet in tightly and presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing his coat by the front door and leaving your apartment, one tucked in the city so far that Jeongguk finds it a hassle to visit.

(3) Travelling long distances just to see them.

For three days now, you have been in Colmar, and Jeongguk is beginning to feel lonely. It had been his idea to send you away, when the heat on his long, long fued with a rival colleague threatened your safety. In return, you got a new apartment that Taehyung had found closer to Jeongguk’s own when your address got leaked, and Colmar could be considered a vacation if you pretended for long enough.

With tensions cool and the coast somewhat clear, Jeongguk picks the skin around his fingernails as a distraction before deciding that enough was enough. He missed you, and missed how you were always around for him when he needed you most. This is what drives him to jumping on a plane in his company’s name, and flying to France.

A small boat passes underneath the bridge you are standing on, and your hands dig into the barrier as you arch to smile at the tourists beneath. One catches a glimpse of your denim skirt and cherry print blouse in the sunshine and extends his hat with a wave, and you wave back. France is nothing like Seoul, and is indeed warm and fruitful and unique. The sun is hot, the sky is clear, and the streets are filled with an atmospheric buzz of friendliness, the smell of coffee and some food you don’t know yet entrapping your senses.

“Madame, je peux vous prendre en photo?”

Hearing the voice, you turn your body left and prepare to face the tourist, but instead you are welcomed with the sight of Jeongguk dressed in black, sunglasses sliding down his nose with a smile. He does hold a camera in his hands, although teasingly.

“Oui,” you quip, posing cutely and Jeongguk takes a photograph anyway, to humour the moment, to print when he gets back to Seoul. You join his laughter as he peers at the photograph and he walks without looking up towards you.

“When did you get here?” you ask him, a round of laughter from the little boat making you turn to stare at them with a giggle.

“Bout an hour ago,” Jeongguk replies, and he shuts off the camera and puts it in his coat pocket. It’s only a small camera, probably cost him a crumb to buy from a vintage store. He meets your eyes with a comfortable smile and rounds in, pressing your lower back against the bridge barrier and circling your arms around you. Carefully, then, he kisses you, tasting the suncream on your skin as his lips wander from yours to the skin around your face.

“Miss me?”

“Terribly,” Jeongguk responds. “I am so bored when you’re not around. You always have something to do, always have something to say.”

You hum in response. “I’m glad I’m of some entertainment for you.”

“Oh, for sure,” agrees Jeongguk. “I don’t think I’ve used my brain so often when I’m away from work as much as I do when I’m with you. Did you know that you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met?”

“Wow,” you exclaim with a smile. “Hire me.”

“Ha!” he remarks, kissing you again and taking your hand in his. He moves, back in the way you came. “Over my dead body.”

(4) Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.

“You.”

“Not now, Y/N, I’m working,” Jeongguk replies non committedly. He fists his hair.

“Not up for discussion right now,” you huff, and he has the nerve to glare at you which only makes you uncomfortably angry. “You haven’t eaten in fourty eight hours, and I’m not about to be held responsible for your death when you die of hunger, so get your ass in the kitchen before I dump this food over your stupid head.”

He challenges you. “You’re brave talking to somebody who could destroy your life like that.”

“Do it, I literally have nothing to lose,” you answer. “Please eat something. I made it with love and care.”

Jeongguk relents, sighing at his paperwork but nonetheless moving away from his home office and following you like a child towards the direction of the kitchen. He feels bad, you know he feels bad, and he circles his arms around your body as you walk, stumbling into the space of the kitchen and smelling the familiar aroma of pork rice stew. Alas, he sees the bowl steaming in his spot at the table and his eyes follow you as you hum and set start to washing the dishes.

“Y/N-”

“No words, just eating,” you instruct. “Bone apple tit.”

He grins, then, and takes a seat. “You know that’s not the phrase, right?”

“Tell that to Twitter,” you sigh.

(5) Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

Jeongguk prefers to see you when he doesn’t have work the next day, because leaving when you’re asleep is an asshole move in any dictionary. So, when one of his men phones him at four in the morning and relays the horror that someone’s died on his property, Jeongguk has to fight the demons that almost convince him to hand the job over to somebody who gives a fuck about the intruder stuck on his barbed fence.

He gets up, anyway.

Next to him, in the bed that belongs to you because this is your new apartment, Jeongguk stares down at you and feels a tug in his stomach. Guilt, it follows him everywhere like a ghost.

Before he leaves, he likes to give you a little kiss for the morning, so the tingling sensation reminds you that despite being an asshole and leaving without properly saying goodbye, he still gives several shits about you, and will be back when he can be.

(6) Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

Jeongguk wants to hang Taehyung for making him remember the reasons why you had to move across the city to a new apartment.

It had, of course, been Jeongguk’s fault, and when the notification came from an exhausted worker in his line of work that the alarm system in your apartment had been triggered for an intruder, Jeongguk remembers all he saw was red.

The front door was forced open, a body indent in the wood and the front porch ransacked and littered with shards of glass and bullets. Inside was no prettier, with mess scattered everywhere and photos smashed on the floors. The carpets were stained with red that Jeongguk prayed was just wine, the glass coffee table in two pieces and a knife covered in red on the floor. Jeongguk and his men, along with the few police officers Jeongguk could actually trust in this god-forsaken hellhole, noticed that the blood belonged to one of the intruders who lay dead on the stairs.

Nobody knows how Jeongguk got through the apartment so fast, and why, without any hesitation, he murdered the remaining intruders without suggesting questioning and torture. That was his go-to when it rarely concerned you. He wanted those stupid enough to even try and go after you to really fucking regret it as he picked off fingernails and made them suffer for hours or days. This time he just killed, and moved onwards, calling your name like a mantra.

Jeongguk could have cried when you emerged, petrified, from inside one of the closets. Upon seeing you, Jeongguk collapsed his gun on the floor and stepped towards you protectively, pulling you in tightly for a hug. Sobbing into his neck, you hugged him tighter, feeling finally safe when his hand held the back of your head, like you were a precious thing that was of value.

You were of the highest value to Jeongguk.

“Fuck you,” Jeongguk barks suddenly, and Taehyung shrugs and exits the office. All he had asked was if he loved you.

(7) Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

There might be the assumption that Jeongguk comes home with more bruises than you do. Which is true, technically, and there’s no hesitation from your end in nursing them to a comfortable recovery.

On rare occasion, Jeongguk comes home and finds you exhibiting a new purple blob on your skin. Like today. 

Jeongguk hasn’t seen you in two days, and when he lets himself into your apartment with the key he has glued to him at all times, he follows the silence and light to the bathroom. You sit on the edge of your bathtub, gently rubbing cream on your knee in little circles.

“What happened here?” he asks quickly, and you continue rubbing with your tongue poking out between your lips.

“You’ll laugh, don’t ask,” you mutter.

“Hey, I won’t laugh,” Jeongguk says. He rests his weight against the doorframe, “You open the front door the wrong way again?”

Ha! You laugh humourlessly. “Worse!” You look up at him sadly, “I tripped in the parking lot carrying my groceries. It’s on camera and everything, I want to die.”

Jeongguk pokes the inside of his mouth to resist laughing. “Well, fuck. That’s your leg ruined.”

“I know,” you pout. “Good thing you’re my sugar daddy- wanna pay for cosmetic leg surgery?”

“I like your bruised up legs,” says Jeongguk.

“Me too, but not these ones.”

“Bruh, that’s enough cream on your skin,” Jeongguk exclaims, moving forward to snatch the cream from your hands. “More is not better. Come on, you’re okay.”

“It hurts.”

“Boohoo,” he sighs. You don’t move. “Ugh, whatever. Come’re.”

Jeongguk drops the cream tube onto the sink but it clatters into the bowl. He’ll move it later if he remembers to, and he pretends it’s hard to pick you up off the bathtub and carries you swiftly out of the bathroom and into the living room. Things have barely moved since he last came to visit; the swarms of paper still invade your coffee table and your laptop is on sleep mode by a half-empty coffee cup filled with hot chocolate, because he knows your standing on coffee. Everything is a lot messier now that you’ve decided you want to go back to school, but at least Jeongguk knows it keeps you busy when he’s away.

“Oh,” he says suddenly, as you’re sat down with one leg up around him still. He pokes at a spot on your leg and you squirm, “there’s another one.”

You peer to look, “Oh, yeah, that one’s you.”

“Oh.” He pauses, “Pretty, though.”

You huff like a little baby and he dares you with raised eyebrows. That keeps you silent and Jeongguk moves his body at an angle to the right, sweeping to kiss the bruise better, the bruise that he made a few nights ago with tender love and care.

“All better,” he assures.

“It feels better already.”

“Mm. Magic.”

(8) Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

“So, I was at a school fayre today.”

“Really?” Jeongguk sits with his laptop on his legs, and your legs are tangled around his body like some sort of jungle maze. He rarely works on his bed, not unless the work is sudden and he can’t help it. You’ve just come in, dived on the bed and claimed his waist as something to squeeze your legs around.

“Yep. Like, one of those little craft things where students sell their shit and make money from it. You know, supporting local artists! It’s really cute, if I was good at something I’d have participated.”

Jeongguk thinks of things you’re good at, and there’s a lot. “Aw. There’s always next year.”

“Yeah,” you reason. “Anyway- point is, is that I got you something.”

Jeongguk stills for a second, glancing over his right shoulder to see you, “Me?”

“Yep. You.”

“What did you get?” he asks, and then he’s back to checking blueprints.

You untangle your legs and slide off the bed, retreating to your bag slung across the room by the bedroom door. From here, you take out a small little pin-badge and when you’re sat next to Jeongguk again, you fiddle with it until it catches his attention.

“What’s this?” asks Jeongguk.

“It’s a badge of honour,” you claim, and you slip it into his palms. He fingers the front when he examines it, reading the little words of “Number One Dad” and he stares up at you. “Like it?”

“It’s for me?” he asks again.

“Yeah. You can wear it and like, I don’t know, think of me,” you shrug.

Jeongguk thinks for a moment. Even though it’s stupid, and cliche and a little bit embarrassing, he still thinks it’s funny and thoughtful.

“Want me to wear it to work?” he asks you.

“Oh, absolutely,” you encourage. “I’ll get Taehyung an uncle badge if he gets pissy.”

“Hey, you’re mine and he’s not allowed a relationship to you, no matter what definition,” Jeongguk pouts. “He wants a sugar niece, well...he’ll have to look somewhere else.”

You gape. “Wow. Who thought you had it in you to be so possessive.”

“Please, with a pussy like that of course I’m possessive,” he teases. He’s joking.

“My power,” you sigh anyway, and jump off the bed claiming that you’re hungry. Jeongguk looks at the badge again and pops it in his breast pocket before he loses it and regrets it.

(9) Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

Jeongguk’s bored out of his brain.

He has no idea how you can be so fascinated by this stupid game where you’re essentially in debt, but he still sits and watches you tour him around this weird island that is inhabited by ducks and an ugly gorilla villager dressed in pink. And to think that he had a part to play in all of this, because his bank account definitely helped pay for this Nintendo Switch and game.

“Do you like my beach?” you ask him. It’s literally just sand and one coconut tree, and a few shells by the water. Oh, there’s a beach chair on there too, but it makes little difference. “I’m poor, I can’t afford furniture yet.”

“Can’t you just make it?”

“I can, but I’m sick of making axes to collect wood,” you explain with a grudge against the fact that tools now break in this Animal Crossing game. Jeongguk hums like he’s invested, and he tries to be, because he cares about you too much to unintentionally hurt your feelings by displaying his crippling disinterest.

“Oh. Makes sense.”

“Can I show you my hybrid flower garden?”

He sighs. “Yeah, you wanted to show me all of your island, right?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Once you’ve had a tour, I can make you a profile and you can play too. You can live next door to me!”

“Why can’t we share a house?” Jeongguk presses.

“Because I don’t think it works like that, babe,” you confess. “Anyway. Here’s my garden.”

(10) Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

He’s tired. You’re tired.

The radio plays quietly updating Seoul on the fires that spread across the city today, and Jeongguk smells like smoke and salt. He keeps his head down as he eats his meal, something he brought home with him to make up for the fact that he’s been absent for almost a week now. You have so many things to say and he has so many things he needs to say to make up for everything, but nothing is said tonight.

You know he’s having a hard time, because Jeongguk’s been smoking again. He smoked on the balcony earlier, and once again in the bedroom. There are now ashtrays around your own apartment, and you don’t even smoke. Jeongguk takes a drink of bourbon and swallows it dry.

You look up at him from across the table, not wanting to press the issue when you know it’ll end in an argument, and then sex to make up for it. You’re both too tired to fuck today, too tired to speak. Just being in each other's company is enough for tonight. The only words he says are goodnight and something you don’t catch as you’re drifting off to sleep. Jeongguk’s awake all night, the fires burn until early hours, and the smoke smell is still there in the morning even when he isn’t.

[sunnydaisy1]

Break In

FRED WEASLEY X OC

A/N: I wrote this as a fred weasley x oc story because I find it easier to write with one of my own characters. My oc is Gemma Wood, Oliver Wood’s sister who is the same age as the Weasley twins. 

THIS IS SO LONGG WHATTTTT (srsly tho its insane)

Everyone had been on edge the whole day since the break in last night. I personally wasn’t too worried, knowing that the situation had been blown out of proportion by gossiping between the students. 

I was currently sitting in transfiguration watching McGonagall explain how to give a cup some hands and i was bored out of my mind. I didn’t see the point in learning this, it would never help me in life and it was such a waste of time. I looked to the clock in the room and sighed when i realised we still had twenty minutes left. I couldn’t wait for end of lesson when i could enjoy my evening before heading to dinner and then my oh so comfy duvet. A movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention and I saw Fred a few desks in front of me to the left putting his finger up to who i could only assume was lee and george sitting at the back. I shook my head at his rude gesture and continued to watch him converse animatedly with our best friends. He must have felt me watching because his freckled face turned to me and grinned, causing me to narrow my eyes at him. He winked at me and I blushed slightly, a small smile creeping out from my lips. Fred continued to watch me as he motioned to McGonagall and yawned making me giggle slightly. 

“Mr Weasley turn to the front please, stop distracting Miss Wood.” McGonagall suddenly said and i blushed but Fred just beamed and turned to the front, sending me a not so subtle wink. “Sorry Professor.” He said, making McGonagall shake her head. She often told myself, Lee and the twins to pay attention because we were too busy goofing off to each other so it was no change for her to see Fred watching me. 

The lesson continued and I sleepily watched the minutes tick by, occasionally glancing at the red-haired goof across the room. Without warning, a voice echoed throughout the classroom and Dumbledore’s voice rang out. “Once last class has finished all students are to go straight to the Great Hall for an announcement. Thankyou.” I looked around in confusion as did the rest of the class, what was the announcement for? 

McGonagall cleared her throat and brought our attention back to the front, “Settle down, we still have 6 minutes left of this lesson and I am not planning on wasting it.” A few students groaned and I looked back to george and lee who just shrugged, probably continuing to play noughts and crosses on their parchment. My eyes trained on Fred again and noticed he too was looking at me, I furrowed my eyebrows questioningly, signally my confusion. Fred nodded and shrugged slightly as well, mouthing, “break in?” I nodded, “maybe.” Katie Bell elbowed me from her seat next to me and I looked to the front to see McGonagall looking at me, her lips drawn into a thin line. I sunk down in my seat a little, not daring to look at Fred again, knowing he would be teasingly grinning at me. 

The lesson ended fairly quickly, all students hurriedly grabbing their books and heading for the door. I caught up with the twins and lee on the way out, “what do you think old dumbledore wants to talk to us about?” 

George shrugged, “dunno, maybe there’s been another break in.” Lee nodded in agreement and I looked up to Fred beside me. “Scared Freddie?” I teased, nudging him with my shoulder. “No chance.” He grinned, scooting past a few first years walking too slow. “Yeah right, you screamed yesterday when i put a worm down your shirt.” I jeered back and Fred frowned. “Just wasn’t expectin that one, thas all.” I shook my head, amused before heading to our favourite spot on the Gryffindor table. I plonked all my books down as Fred and Angelina sat either side of me. 

“Oy Ang, move up will you, Fred won’t move his fat arse.” I said and she obliged, allowing me to fit both legs under the table. “That’s no way to speak to your best friend young lady.” Fred replied and I rolled my eyes, “can’t help it when your bum is in the way.” He pushed me slightly and I pushed him back, almost causing him to fall off the bench. Fred grabbed my arms to steady himself, “nearly pushed me off their gem.” I sarcastically smiled at him, “oh what a shame.” 

Fred opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Dumbledore’s loud voice grabbing our attention. “Quiet please!” At once all chatter died down and the hall was full of silence, anticipating Dumbledore’s words. “As I am sure you have all heard, there was a break in at Hogwarts last night.” A few whispers broke through the silence but was quickly stopped by fellow students. “Our school is guarded by the most advanced spells and enchantements so do not fear, you are perfectly safe. However, we have decided that to best supervise you, the first 4 years will be sleeping in the dungeons and the rest will be sleeping in here.” 

At once, uproar ripped throughout the hall, the change in sleeping area having caused immense uncertainty and confusion. “SILENCE!” Dumbledore yelled and once again, the room was deafingly quiet. “We understand that this sudden change is confusing but rest assured, you are in the safest hands possible. Now, if you could all please return to your common rooms and get changed into appropriate clothing. We will provide you with a mat and sleeping bag when you come down to your assigned area so bring whatever else you find necessary. By that i mean the essentials, not your whole dormitory. We expect you all down within 1 hour, further instructions will await once you arrive.” Dumbledore stepped back as the tables were each dismissed and i followed angelina and katie to our room. 

“Jeez they must actually be concerned.” Katie said as we gathered the stuff we needed for sleeping. “I reckon they just want to keep an eye out for people sneaking out past curfew.” Angie said as she rummaged for her pyjamas. “Yeah, can’t have anyone go missing.” I replied, finding my shorts. “Im gonna have a shower before heading down, you guys wanna come?” Katie asked and I nodded. “May as well.” Angie said and we gathered our bathroom things before walking to the girls showers. 

Once Angie had finished and I had plaited my hair, we walked out the bathrooms and back to our dorm to collect our stuff, bumping into the twins and Lee on their way back to their room. I felt my heart flutter as I brushed past Fred, his hair wet and dripping from the shower, his towel flung over one shoulder and white tshirt slightly wet. He beamed at me as we past and I blushed, trying to shake the image of him out my head. 

“Should we just grab our stuff and wait in the common room for a while, we still have 20 minutes until we have to be down and I don’t know about you but that hall is looking less appealing than it did an hour ago.” Katie spoke up and I nodded, gathering my pillows and stuff before following them down the steps. Fred was lying on the sofa, watching George and Lee wrestle. “Urm i think ill see you guys in there.” I said to Katie and Angie who smirked at me. “Okay we’ll save you a space.” I nodded and walked over to my red-haired best friend. I threw my stuff on the ground beside the sofa and clambered next to Fred’s lanky figure. 

“Oh hi Gem.” Fred said, moving up a little so i could lay beside him. I had wormed my way between his body and the back of the sofa, squidged with warmth. “You excited for our sleepover in the hall Freddie?” I asked and Fred nodded, a cheeky grin on his face. “Can’t wait to keep you ladies up all night dreaming about my gorgeous self only mere inches away from you.” I rolled my eyes but smiled, “more like having nightmares.” Fred pretended to be hurt and put a hand over his chest, “oh how you wound me Gemma.” 

I giggled and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, letting me rest my head on his sweater-clad chest. I closed my eyes and breathed in, enjoying his woody and sweet smell. Fred took one of the ends of my plaits in his hands and brushed it along my face, causing me to scrunch my nose. “Stop it that tickles.” Fred chuckled, contuining anyway. I rolled my eyes and sat up, allowing his head to fall back into my lap slightly. His ginger hair looked so tantalizing, messed up from his shower and still slightly damp. I reached out to touch it as Fred continued to watch his twin tackle Lee. He sighed as I ran my fingers through it, loving how soft it was. Fred looked so handsome, a grey sweater on his top, plaid pyjama bottoms and a content look on his freckled face. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me Freddie.” I said, poking his cheek, making him open his eyes back up. “Piss off, I was just enjoying you playing with my hair.” He replied and I blushed, making him grin smugly. We stayed like that for a bit longer until one of the prefects yelled for everyone to get down to the hall. We groaned but got up, Fred yawning and rubbing his face. I watched him dreamily until George waved his hand obnoxiously in front of my face. “Come on, stop drooling over my brother.” I blushed and shoved him, making him trip over slightly which made me chuckle. 

We soon reached the hall and queued up behind the rest of the upper school before we were directed to McGonagall. She narrowed her eyes at us and handed us each a sleeping bag. “No funny behaviour tonight you four, I don’t want to seperate you lot. Boys on that side, girls on that side.” Fred at once spoke up, “that’s not fair miss, we want to sleep next to Gemma.” McGonagall pursed her lips. “I appreciate your affection for Miss Wood but we have rules Mr Weasley and I’m sure she can survive one evening without your presence.” I grinned and elbowed Fred, “yeah Freddie bugger off for once.” The ginger boy next to me frowned and fake pouted. George and Lee cackled next to us but McGonagall’s face was getting paler by the second. “Enough of that, now head to bed before I give detention to you all.” 

She shooed us away and we headed to the 6th year area. I spotted Katie and Angelina sorting out their mats alongside Alicia, one of our quidditch friends. I turned to the three idiots beside me, “right you lot im heading to bed, ill see you in the morning.” Lee yawned, “Night Gem.” George followed suit but Fred stood grinning. “What do you want Freddie?” I asked, waving to the girls who beckoned me over. “Nothin gem.” I frowned and narrowed my eyes, “okay then goodnight.” Fred nodded and reached out for a hug. I rolled my eyes but gave in, a smile spreading over my cheeks when I wrapped my arms around his toned chest. “Night Gem.” 

I walked over to the girls area and excitedly squealed when I noticed Angie had snuck some sweets down. “Oh your a legend.” I said, lying my bag down on the mat layed out between the three girls. They had chosen the row closest to the walkway between the two sides of the hall. I grabbed a handful of Bertie Bott’s beans and climbed into my sleeping bag, leaving it unzipped. “Hope you don’t mind, we chose the row at the front cos we didn’t want people treading over us all night.” Alicia said and I nodded, “yeah good choice.” Katie handed me a chocolate frog and we sat chatting for 10 minutes while more students filed into the hall. 

A loud shout of my name above the chatter of the hall caught my attention and I looked up to see the twins and Lee grinning at me from across the room. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Katie chuckled and elbowed my side, “can never get away from them can you?” I laughed and nodded, “nope, they’re everywhere.” Angie and Alicia spotted them a second after, chuckling at George hopelessly tangled up in his sleeping bag. Fred waved at me, beaming and I sighed, turning slightly out of the circle we had formed to wave at him. He grinned even wider and I mouthed to him, “howd you get to the front?” Fred shrugged but pointed to Fin Parker behind him who I knew Fred sat near to in Divination. He mouthed, “we swapped.” I shook my head and smiled, turning back to the girl’s conversation. We chatted and scoffed our faces with sweets, discussing the latest gossip running through Hogwarts. 

I heard my name being called again, Fred shouting above the raucous of voices. “OY GEMMA!” I whipped round and frowned, making a questioning face at him. He mouthed, “come over here.” I shook my head and stuck my finger up at him, a wide grin on my face. Fred acted hurt and his jaw fell open, I turned once again back to the group, blush adorning my cheeks. I saw Angie looking at me knowingly while Alicia and Katie debated about which flavour bean was best. “So what’s going on between you and Fred then Gem?” She spoke up, instantly causing the two bickering girls to go silent and turn to me. I frowned and felt my face heat up, “urm what?” Katie smirked as she rummaged through the box of sweets. “He so fancies you Gemma.” 

I laughed at the absurd thought, “no way, we’re best friends!” Angie shook her head, “yeah but he still fancies the socks off of you.” I shook my head, “no he doesn’t.” Alicia joined in, munching on some liquorice, “yes he does. it’s so obvious.” I scoffed, thoughts racing through my mind about the not so subtle fact I had fancied Fred since second year. “You can deny it all you want but he does. He tries to impress you every lesson and he never stops pestering you.” Alicia continued. “Yeah but that’s cos we’re friends.” I replied, confusion clouding my mind. “He can’t keep his eyes off you Gem, like seriously he never stops staring at you.” I at once frowned, reaching for a liquorice snap. “No that’s crazy.” Katie laughed and nudged me, “he’s looking now.” I whipped my head round to see Fred sitting opposite George and Lee with a pack of cards in his hands watching me. He unashamedly grinned as I turned back round and blushed bright red. “See, it’s so obvious. In DADA the other day, Lupin had to move Fred because he wouldn’t stop looking at you.” I laughed, “no that’s cos he was messing around with Lee.” Angie shook her head. “Gemma, Fred fancies you and I know you fancy him too because you always blush when he’s around and you can’t say no to him.” 

I felt my face heat up and I sighed, “Yeah i like him but he doesn’t think of me that way.” Alicia grinned and handed Katie the last of the beans. “He does though, me and Angie heard him talking to George about it in the changing rooms once you had left.” I frowned and shook my head, “you guys are crazy. Fred Weasley does not fancy me.” 

An hour later, all students were in the hall and most of the teachers had left apart from McGonagall and Lupin. The ceiling had been changed to soft glowing candles that gave the room a soft glow and lots of students were settling down. McGonagall walked to the middle of the walkway between the boys and girls sides of the room and clapped twice for our attention. “Ladies and gentlemen, it is time to quieten down and go to sleep, you still have lessons tomorrow and I for one would not like to be kept up with incessant chit chat. I would like to remind you the toilets are on the first floor and Mr Filch will be patrolling along with the Prefects so do not try to sneak out. Boys are to stay on this side of the room and girls the other, if you do not obey these rules you shall face serious consequences. Goodnight everyone.” McGonagall walked down the room and out the door, her heels clicking along as Lupin followed behind her. 

Once the door had closed, students started chattering more and moving around, completely disregarding any of McGonagall’s prior warning. The girls and I were currently sitting in our sleeping bags, talking about the upcoming quidditch game when i saw a certain ginger sauntering across the room. “Helloo ladiess.” Fred said as he stopped in front of our mats, a cheeky smirk on his face. “Piss off Freddie, we’re talking.” I said and Fred grinned, “no can do Gem, i have come to enlighten you this evening with my fine presence.” I rolled my eyes and Angie laughed, shuffling her matt slightly away from mine. “If you’ve got food you can come and sit down.” She said, patting the space beside me. At once Fred put his hands in his pockets and pulled out a large amount of Honeyduke’s sweets. 

At that moment, the great hall’s immense doors opened and McGonagall stepped through, a rolled up piece of parchment in hand. She spotted a fourth year standing by the door and at once started scolding him. The older students who had risked sneaking to the other side scampered back to their own mats and Fred went to sneak back when a loud voice boomed across the hall. “FREDERICK WEASLEY!” Fred sheepishly turned around to see the green-clad professor storming her way down to him. “And what do you think you’re doing young man?” She asked, making Fred flinch. “Going to bed.” He answered, glancing at me quickly. I watched on smugly, amused at him getting scolded. “Damn right you are. Go back to your own mat please Mr Weasley.” Fred nodded and turned around to walk to the other side of the room as McGonagall walked away. When she had reached a few fifth year girls being particularly roudy, he whipped back to me, grabbed my sleeping bag and dragged me out across the room. 

I burst out laughing, my body being pulled towards Fred’s mat. This caught the furious woman’s attention and she snapped back to face us, walking angrily along the path. Fred hadn’t noticed and winked at me, continuing to drag me across the room. The piece of rolled parchment in McGonagalls hand came down on his head, Fred letting go of my bag to rub his head. “Mr Weasley do not drag Miss Wood across the room, behave yourself and go to sleep.” She turned to me, lying on the floor grinning. “Do not encourage him Miss Wood, he finds it a challenge as it is controlling himself around you.” I sat up, “Yes Ma’am.”  Fred was still standing there and McGonagall turned to him again, “SLEEP BOY!” Fred cowered and went to lie down on the floor next to me. I laughed and could see George and Lee absolutely wetting themselves. McGonagall instantly wacked Fred’s head again, “MR WEASLEY! Never have I seen such cheek, now stop trying to impress Miss Wood with your foolish antics and go sleep in that corner.” 

I walked back to my mat, watching as Fred trailed sheepishly behind McGonagall, now being scolded in the corner. I sat down on my mat and laughed as Fred cowered at McGonagall’s harsh words. He glanced at me frequently, causing McGonagall to wack him on the head again each time. 

Once she walked away, Fred lied down in the corner, and I got in my bag as she came over to me. “Miss Wood, do not make me give you the same punishment as Mr Weasley. Go to sleep and stop disturbing others.” I nodded and watched her walk out the room, shutting the door behind her. I lied down and Angie turned to me, “told you he fancied you.” I rolled my eyes but grinned, the thoughts of the cheeky red-haired boy across the room filling my mind. 

A/N: Lol that took forever. Its probably awful but oh well. Hope you enjoyed :)

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02 | Den Of Hybrids

Pairing: BTS  x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: Taking care of six hybrids can be a pain in the ass but when a stray needs y/ns help, y/n brings him home to his new family. Follow Y/n as she tries to help Taehyung (The new hybrid in town) fit in and continue to keep the other six alive along with other troubles that life brings.

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As the hybrids gathered in the lounge to watch re-runs of keeping up with the Kardashians a letter that sat on the counter caught your eye. Its electric blue envelope sent shivers down your spine, the design of it bring back memories of someone you would rather forget.

As you picked it up, the laughs of the hybrids halted as they sensed the change in your demeanour. Reading the letter, you stomach filled with dread. The news the letter presented made you want to vomit in horror.

“what’s wrong?” Namjoon asked worriedly as the seven boys waited for you to explain. Turning around to them you let out a huff of frustration.  

“Aunt May is coming over”

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“Let's just pack up and move” Yoongi suggested as his face showed the disdain that the words aunt may brought.

“aunt may?” taehyung asked in confusion as jungkook whined, clearly upset that she was coming to town. The group's mood was a mixture of sadness and dread, taehyung couldn’t understand what was so bad about the aunt may that had the whole rooms mood dropped in 0.2 seconds.

“She’s y/ns grandmothers’ sister” Namjoon explained to taehyung as he ran a hand through his hair.

“More like the devil! That woman has never had a good intention in her life since y/ns parents passed away she’s been acting like a guardian but all she really wants is the fortune. Old hag” jin exclaimed, his face going red from not taking a breath of air.  

“when is she coming?” hoseok asked.

You scanned the piece of paper again, knowing you saw a date somewhere.

“she’s here in three days” You groaned. You had planned the next three days to a T, you were both busy with your book writing and running your businesses, not to mention the new addition to your crew; you didn’t have the energy for this woman.

“Can’t you just tell her we died in a car crash, so she won’t come to visit us anymore?” Yoongi whined as he folded his arms over his chest. You looked at the group with sympathetic eyes. Your aunt was always so rude to the hybrids, she has been a loud advocate when it came to disapproving getting hybrids. Never once had a nice word came out of that woman's mouth.

“well…anyway, we have a doctor’s appointment to-“ you started but couldn’t finish due the synchronised groaning from the boys.

“looks like this week is going to be a long one” You laughed the boys sighed, the mood grumpy and full of dread.

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Night time fell and as the boys ate dinner you sat in your room finishing up on some work.

“y-y/n”

You looked up and smiled at your eldest bunny, a plate of food in his hand and a soft blush on his cheeks.

“jimin” You smiled as you pushed your laptop to the side, letting jimin sit in front of you “thank you for bringing my dinner” you finished as he placed it on your bedside table.

“of course!” he chirped his ears perked up excitedly.

“How are you doing? Are you feeling a little more comfortable?” you asked as he sat down, his sleeves pulled over his hands as he nervously looked you in the eyes.

He nodded happily his eyes watering a little which instantly had you worried. Before you could ask the nervous hybrid what happened you were engulfed in a tight hug.

“Jimin?” you asked as you hugged him back, the boy was affectionate, but this felt different it felt almost as if he was trying to love you back for all the things you had done for him. The way he held you tightly conveyed his message of never wanting to leave you and it made your heart swoon.

“I love you y/n, thank for looking after Yoongi and I. I know he can be a bit cold…but I know he’s grateful” Jimin confessed as he pulled away from you.

Patting his head, you smiled as his blush deepened to a dark red.

“Hey, I'll read you a bedtime story tonight mkay?” You asked knowing how much he loved being tucked in. A smile reaching his eyes made its way on its face as he did a few fist pumps in the air.

“oh! Can taehyung sleep in my room?” he asked as you grabbed your dinner, ready to dig in.

“well yea I mean If he would like to, I don’t see why not” you answered causing his smile to get bigger than you ever thought it could. You giggled as the boy hoped out, remembering when jimin would shake every time he moved around the house. Though he was still shy you began to see his joyful side and were grateful at his efforts to be a part of the family.

Breathing out you looked over at your work, slamming the computer shut before digging into your meal. You’ll deal with that shit later.

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Even though 10 o clock was around the time everyone actually started going to sleep, you always did your roundly goodnights now, at 9, just because it was more convenient.

Knocking on Namjoons door you waited for him to answer as you looked over to the lounge watching Yoongi and jungkook playing video games.

“Come in!” He replied.

As you opened the door you saw him sitting on the ground and the amount of paper on the floor in front of him. You were incredibly confused, and it showed on your face.

“Hey bud, what’s going on?” you asked, moving into his room and motioning to the mess on the floor. Closing the door, you listened as Namjoon mumbled inaudible words. You sat down next him on the floor as you picked up a single page, looking at the small picture of a female hybrid in a corner.

“well I…you know my heat is next month,” he said softly his eyes avoiding yours.

 “Ohhh, my little namjoon is choosing his mate” you cooed as you gripped him into a hug.

“Y/n! its embarrassing!” he whined as he pushed away from you, his whole face heating up as he hid his face in his hands.

“don’t be embarrassed! it's completely normal. Do you have any front runners you would like to meet?” You asked as you watched him eye a certain profile. The girl seemed to be a lioness, a perfect match for your lion hybrids as they tend to gravitate towards each other. Hybrids weren’t usually bothered with mating with other hybrid types but hybrid types like lions and bears were often a bit to rough to mate with others, thus they liked staying within their own group.

“well…i…her?” he asked as he passed you the girls page. You smiled at how nervous and shy he was, this wasn’t his first time going to the mating centre, or his first time picking a mating partner but every time he seemed to be as nervous as the last.

The mating centre was the best mating service in the country, its quite pricey but its completely worth it. The males get sent profiles of the females, then the males choose who they would like and send a request to meet back to the females. If the female deems the suitable the two will meet and she’ll pick her preferred partner out of the requests she has gotten.

“what if she doesn’t want to meet me? What if no female wants to meet me?” he asked, his eyes full of worry as he ran a hand through his hair.

Even though the system of picking could end in a broken-hearted male who has been rejected by all, the situation has never occurred. You didn’t know how they did it, but the centre had a way of making sure everyone was paired.

“Namjoon, you know that’s not gonna happen and if she doesn’t want to meet, you’ll we’ll find another one! You’ve got a month bud” You answered as he pouted.

“I know…here, if she doesn’t answer maybe these girls” He said as he gave you a small list of profiles all the girls staying within the cat family.

“and who knows! Maybe one of these girls could be your forever mate!” you chirped as you patted his shoulder.

“Maybe…goodnight y/n” He said before giving you a hug.

Leaving Namjoons room you moved to jungkook and Yoongi, getting ready to rip them a new asshole for having the t.v too loud.

“Hey! Turn that shit down, you know the rules!” You shouted as you pulled the most serious face you could.

Jungkook groaned before turning it down, his ears flopping down as you mumbled angrily.

“Y/nnnn don’t be mad” he whined as you placed your hands on your hips.

“jungkook you know you aren't supposed to be playing video games this late – your bunny senses will be stimulated and it will-“ you started only to be cut off.

“it will mess with my human ones yes yes I knowww, I'm sorry! I'm going to bed right now!” he exclaimed as he rose from the couch storming past you to go up to his bedroom.

“fine, goodnight” you shrugged, knowing there was no way that baby bunny was going to bed without his hug.

“Goodnight Yoongi” You smiled cheekily as you shuffled towards him, your arms open hoping he might hug you first, instead he just shrivelled back in disgust. You paused for a minute wondering if you should continue your mission. Dropping your arms, you pouted before starting to walk away.

“goodnight y/n” He mumbled back, even though it was quiet it still put a smile on your face.

Hoseok room door was slightly open when you approached it, knocking you heard the scrambling of items as he let out a worried squeak.

“Hoseok? You okay?” you asked as you slowly opened the door. You gasped as you saw the absolute mess of his room. His bed was broken, his table was flipped up side down, there was chlothes everywhere.

“OH MY GOD. JUNG HOSEOK, WHAT IN THE BLOODY FUCK!” you yelled as you examined all the wreckage he had made.

“I can explain!!” He yelled back as he waved his hands panicking

“Did you shift? I TOLD YOU TO GO OUTSIDE AND SHIFT EARLIER!”

“IM SORRY!! I DIDN’T LISTEN WHEN YOU TOLD ME TOO”

You looked at him in disbelief. Shaking your head, you let out a sigh before glaring at him.

“fine. You’re an adult, you can handle this” you said signalling to the room. “goodnight my sweet angel who will now forever listen to me” You added with a sinister smile as you left his room.

“Do I not get a hug!?!” he yelled as you walked away.

You groaned as you thought about having to deal with that knowing that the horse hybrid would not be able to deal with it himself, trying to shake of the thought of having to clean and rebuy you decided now would be a perfect time to read a bedtime story.

Laughter was erupting from jimin’s room. As you opened the door you watched as taehyung and jimin smiled at you in sync, the two of them clearly becoming very close friends.

“Whose ready for a story?” you asked as you slid in and closed the door. The two perked up excitedly before running towards jimin’s bed. You smiled as you opened jimin’s cabinet full of stories, some were proper books and others were targeted towards kids.

“okay bud, wanna read your favourite?” you asked as the two-left room for you in the middle. Jimin nodded his head as taehyung looked between you in anticipation.

Placing Namjoon files on top of jimin’s cabinet you took the book and climbed in between the two hybrids. Watching as taehyung copied jimin’s every action. After a while of reading the book you noticed jimin nudging your shoulder as he lay his head on your stomach asking for pats.

Scratching jimin’s ear you watched as taehyung looked at him in amazement.

“what’s he doing” Taehyung asked as he looked on in amazement.

“he’s purring” you answered as you continued jimin’s petting, his purring getting more intense.

“p-purring?” Taehyung asked, his face contorted into confusion.

“yea you know, when you get pet don’t you purr?” You asked as you closed the book, knowing that jimin would be falling asleep by now.

“w-well I’ve never been pet before” He answered quietly, his eyes locked on his hands as he played with them nervously. You looked at him in shock. A hybrid that’s never been pet before! Absurd! That was true torture.

“would you like to be pet, I promise ill be gentle” you suggested as his eyes flicked back to your hand in jimin’s hair. taehyung looked at you nervously before nodding his head, placing it on your stomach like jimin’s was.

You started slowly by caressing the top of his head, once you felt that he was comfortable you softly played with his ears causing a soft wine to come from his mouth as he nuzzled his head into your stomach.

Trying not giggle at his way of asking for more you started petting him like you would any of your other hybrids. As he started purring you tried your best not to swoon. Here were two of your newest hybrids, purring together. Letting them both drift of to dream land you tried your hardest to move the two too their pillows without awaking them.

A sign of trust was how nonchalant they were about you touching them in their sleep. Usually hybrids are always on alert so for them both to have their guard down around you was heart-warming.

Just as you managed to scoot of the bed, their sleep was interrupted by the abrupt opening of jimins door.

“Y/N I WANT MY HUG!” jungkook yelled.

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The doctors was never a fun place to be. Every time you went the boy’s patience seemed to last less then the time previous.

“Y/n he finished my check up, can’t I go with Namjoon and Yoongi to the park!” Hoseok pleaded

“I don’t know, what if something happens and I’m not there” You said as hoseok finished his check up and jungkook went into the examination room for his.

“We’ll be careful!” Jin added as he pulled the best puppy dog face he could muster.

You sighed as the silence of the conversation left you hearing the voices of other people in the room.

“okay but wait for jungkook, I’ll send Yoongi and jimin once there done then taehyung and I will meet you there” You answered slowly.

The boys excitedly talked amongst themselves as you continued to comfort jimin.

“Honey, your brothers are coming out alive and well. Its gonna be okay, they are all really nice people” You said as you stroked his back, watching him shake anxiously.

“Jimin, ill even let you have my grey hoodie afterwards, you love that thing” Jin encouraged as everyone looked at the boy worriedly. You looked over at yoongi who also watched the ground nervously, trying to keep his body faced away from you.

“Yoongi are you okay? Is there something you two aren’t telling me?” you asked softly.

Jimins eyes scanned the place before he whimpered, tucking his head in your shoulder as he cried.

“are you gonna leave us here?” he cried, shocking not only you put the other hybrids as well.

“What?! Leave you here? Of course not, I would never” you answered as you hugged your bunny tightly. “was…was a doctors office where you were left last time?” you asked, the two of them nodding their heads sadly.

You sighed as you stroked jimins face, looking at yoongi sympathetically.

“I know! Ill go in with you both. Owners aren’t allowed in but other hybrids are! I’ve been with y/n since she was a baby so if that doesn’t put you at ease then I don’t know what will, this place is the best doctor’s office in town. Not gonna lie, I hate it too but its better than any other ones” Namjoon exclaimed.

You smiled at you leader lion, he always knew exactly how to take care of the other boys.

“How does that sound?” You asked as yoongi scooted closer to jimin, giving you a glance as he nodded his head.

“if Namjoon comes with us then…I’ll feel a lot better” jimin answered.

“then its settled, when they call you, all of you go up, Namjoon will know what to do” You said smiling at the three. As jungkook walked out and jimin was called you watched as the group dispersed. Jin, hoseok and jungkook off to go to the park; and the others going for their check-up.

You looked over at taehyung as he moved up to sit with you, no longer blocked by the elder boys.

“So what check-ups am I doing today?” He asked you.

“the doctor just wants to look at your previous records so we can see what type we’ll have to do, then we're gonna have to come back and do all of this unfortunately,” you said talking about what the others are doing.

Taehyung sighed as he placed his back against the chair rest.

“jin said we get ice cream after this” he stated as he looked at you for confirmation.

You were about to answer when you saw the familiar doctor exit his room, looking around for you and the name on his sheet he had never seen before.

“ah y/n!” he called. You and taehyung got up and moved towards him. Dr kai was the nicest doctor you’ve ever met. He took very good care of your hybrids and you knew he’d take good care of taehyung.

“this must be taehyung” He smiled as the two of you walked past him and into his office.

“Nice to meet you, I’m dr kai and I look after your brothers, so if you have any concerns about me you can talk to them, they’ve been dealing with me for years” He laughed. As he tapped away on his computer the two of you stayed silent. taehyung’s eyes were wide as he looked around the room, noticing how posh everything was.

“wow…okay” he whispered causing you to perk up.

“Taehyung…you’ve had a rough childhood I see. A lot of broken bones, some that were left a little too long. Suppressants for your heat – a lot of medication” He said as he looked at the boy suspiciously. Taehyung gulped as he shot you a worried look.

You were shocked to hear these things from the doctor. A hybrid child needs to be taken care of, they are extremely vulnerable to accidents and growing up with hybrid specialties is a challenge. Heat suppressants made you sick, it wasn’t natural and fought their instincts, the medication often made them sick and weak and the whole thing was only invented because owners can't be bothered to support their hybrids cycle.

“It seems as though you’ve never had a full heat cycle” he stated as he started writing down some notes.

You looked at taehyung shocked as he looked at the ground in embarrassment. You pouted before stroking his head supportively.

“well, it looks like a lot of problems caused by a bad owner are occurring here. Luckily it doesn’t look like too many physical impacts are going to have a permeant effect. y/n if you give him some hybrid vitamin A every day for the next three weeks it should help out with his energy levels as coming off heat suppressants can be quite challenging and…maybe get him some therapy…physical impacts are temporary, but the mental impact will affect his daily life. We’ll need to do a full body examination and most likely a blood test” He stated as he printed out medicine scripts

You nodded your head as you took in everything the doctor had told you.

“Ill be back I’m just going to send this through to the pharmacy” He stated as he got up and left.

The room was filled with silence as you waited for taehyung to say something.

“were you…abused? I mean maybe it was naïve of me to assume that you were just neglected” you sighed as you stroked his head some more, feeling horrible for anything he had endured.

“Do…I have to get therapy? I-I don’t really want to” he said softly as he played with his hands.

“well your gonna have to talk to someone about this, otherwise how are you going to progress in life?” You asked as he sighed knowing that you were right.

“well…what about you?” he asked as he looked at you with watery eyes.

“Do you wanna tell me about it?” you answered as you dropped your hand from his head. Even though you couldn’t give him the life advice a professional could you knew that you could provide closure and if that was all he wanted, then that was fine.

“i…I think I do”

[hanhan156]

Epilogue: Insomnia

I wasn’t really inspired by continuing Halloween fics (tbh, I think I’m not gonna finish those all by October because I’d prefer to make something I like to publishing something shitty everyday) today, so instead, I finished the next Stadium fic which has been in progress for way too long.

It’s an epilogue for the last chapter, and this time, from Richard’s POV with a nice flashback scene included. ^^

Epilogue: Insomnia

The petite figure was merging with the dark night and even though he tried his best, Richard couldn’t take his eyes off from the gorgeous silhouette - the one which had become so familiar over 25 years of knowing each other. After today’s unpredictable incidents though, Richard felt like he was looking at his old friend with brand new eyes - with a kind of vague yearning both in his heart and in his soul. The emotion made familiar lyrics to loop in his head:

Sehnsucht versteckt,

sich wie ein Insekt.

Im Schlafe merkst du nicht,

dass es dich sticht.

It was like an insect indeed - like an annoying, itching feeling inside he couldn’t shake off.

Sehsucht ist so grausam.

Richard could only wonder what was Paul now thinking of him - had he gone too far? He hoped they could talk all of this over as soon as possible. Sooner or later, he was sure that the uncertainty would make him crazy if he wouldn’t do anything about it.

Awoken from his thoughts by Paul’s waving and then making his way to the backyard, Richard knew he had to leave as well. It was indeed a bit weird to stalk his bandmate from the car at midnight, even though how pleasant it had been. For a second, Richard had considered that should he follow Paul and ask still the one last time what was going on. His friend hadn’t been behaving like himself at all even though he had been assuring that everything was fine. These moments, Richard hoped to have the superpower to read minds. It would have made the situation way less complicated and wouldn’t have left him with all the questions.  

The journey back home went on automation - even if there would have been police on the road, Richard wouldn’t have noticed anything. So many thoughts and concerns were revolving around his head that it was difficult to focus on anything that was going on outside.

Richard collapsed on the sofa with a huge sigh when he had finally reached his destination. His eyes were heavy as lead, but he couldn’t fall asleep. Instead, he tried his best to keep himself busy by putting the tv on maximum volume and lighting up probably the millionth cigarette today. Luckily, there was nobody complaining about smoking inside now.

A lady on the tv’s reality show was weeping when she had been voted out from his team, but Richard didn’t get what was going on in the mindless program even though his eyes were fixed on the screen.

Oh, Paul Landers, you sweet, sweet man, what have you done to me?

He tried to make sense of his feelings: what on earth had actually happened today? Of course, he knew the script very well: they had agreed to make this one little kiss on the stage, meant to be an innocent act. He and Paul were at first pretending it was nothing, no big deal - hell’s, they had performed embarrassing and awkward stuff together several times before. In the end, it had taken forever, and finally, when they’d had the courage to actually make it happen, Paul had fainted. Richard didn’t like that something he’d done had made his friend to feel sick.

Richard had been scared to death - in the worst scenarios in his mind he had thought that Paul wouldn’t have woken up anymore or would have had amnesia. What a nice start for a tour it would have been.

Holy shit.

And even more disturbingly, even though how sorry he was for Paul, he didn’t want to admit how much he had enjoyed the situation. Like a lively gif image, Paul with raised eyebrows, lurking him in, was looping in his already way too messed head. Richard had been sober as a judge the whole day, but still, a dizzy feeling was distracting him constantly - like he’d been drinking nonstop for a week and didn’t really know what was going on anymore. How could he make this to stop? Could he live his normal life, to proceed with their band and their tour, when he was having painfully strong feelings like this?

What if he hates me for the rest of his life because of this? At least he talked with me afterward, but what if he was just pretending, just being polite? Have I ruined everything now?

Nothing made sense anymore.

Despite all of this vague mess, from one thing Richard was completely sure: that thing which was painful to admit, yet so self-evident. It had been clear as a day for a long time, but he had tried to push the feeling away. So far, he had managed pretty well, but something about today had revealed it once again.

Love. The sweetest, yet the most hurtful word known in mankind - and he had been in love for so long now that it almost hurt physically.

The target of his desperate love wasn’t the easiest one indeed: his long-time friend, colleague and almost like a brother, their relationship slowly, but steadily developing and changing. Richard had tried to avoid thinking about it too much - he was totally sure that Paul wasn’t interested in him in that kind of way and their semi-romantic moments had been just playing in his friend’s opinion. Because Richard had always been a person who wasn’t ashamed of physical proximation - Till was still reminding him occasionally from that interview in which he’d hugged the poor girl when she had asked how Germans express their feelings - he had so far managed to use the trait as his excuse when something he’d done had raised questions.

But, of course, he couldn’t keep lying forever - neither to himself nor to others. Richard was totally sure that their bandmates - especially Till, whose eagle eye didn’t seem to miss anything - had started to suspect that there was something going on between the two guitarists.

Richard wrapped himself tightly in a blanket. He wished he would have been a chameleon and could blend into the sofa material - disappear from this planet and from all the conflicting human behavior and feelings.

He closed his eyes and tried - almost forced himself - to think about anything else, but the only thing that came to his mind was Paul.

P-A-U-L

A simple word, with four letters, but yet, the word which was capable of doing nasty things inside him. The word which had been the theme of his way too lively, even sensual, daydreams.

Sigh. Paul was so close to him, yet unreachable.

While being in a dream-like state, random memories and thoughts about his dearest bandmate looping on, the cinema of his mind sent him suddenly back to the early 90’s - back to the very first moment which had led to this eventually. At least it was something else than Paul with a kissing face, thank God.

The slightly moldy scent of their rehearsal room in the basement was still so vivid, even though it was already decades from that fateful night when Paul Landers had stepped into Richard Kruspe’s life.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Richard snorted. “Where on earth is this ‘second guitarist’ of yours you promised? It seems like he’s only in your imagination.”

“He promised to come, so we’ll wait,” Till said, trying to calm their edgy guitarist down.

They had been expecting the possible new player to show up at 6 pm - the clock on the wall showed it was 6:30 already. The lingering was especially difficult for Richard who had already earned his reputation of being an exaggeratedly strict and punctual person. “A perfectionist, straight from the infernal flames of Hell,” like Schneider had described.

“Flake knows the guy from their earlier band, and he assured he’s gonna be trustworthy,” Till said and was about to continue while the keyboardist shouted behind him: “He’s just really bad with schedules. I know him, he’s a gifted musician and a nice person. We should give him a chance. Let’s don’t judge him by this, ok?”

But Richard wasn’t convinced. He was always uncertain about meeting new people - he thought they could be a threat to him. “You really think so?”

“Let’s just be patient. I’m sure he has a good explanation for the delay,” Flake replied. He didn’t want to start an argument now.

“And why do we need a second guitarist anyway?” In Richard’s nightmares, the new guy would take his place and act as a bandleader - or even worse, be more gorgeous than him.

As usually, Schneider started to get annoyed at their guitarist. “You know very well that our riffs are so plain that we need something more. And, it’s always nice to have a new perspective as well. I agree with Till and Flake, we should wait and see who this guy is. If we don’t get along, we can dump him and that’s it. Not necessary to make so much drama out of this.”

The percussionist’s straightforward style of expressing opinions was unbearable for Richard. Till had joked that they often resembled two roosters having a fierce cockfight when they were arguing over which one of them was right.

“…you claim that I’m the one making drama?” the guitarist lashed out and approached Schneider, leering him. Every single time that particular gaze made the drummer uncomfortable. “Last time when I checked, it was this guy, who we don’t even know yet, who hadn’t kept his promise, so piss off for accusing me!”

“W…hat?” Schneider was so shocked about the insult that he froze for a moment.

When he had finally gathered his thoughts and was about to say something against, the guitarist was quicker and announced: “Screw this, I’m gonna have a smoke. Please let me know when this imaginative creature comes. If he doesn’t appear, I’m going home. I have more important things to do than to wait for him ‘til the end of the world.”

At the same time, while Richard was yelling, Schneider’s mom arrived with a bunch of freshly made sandwiches and beercans in her hands. She startled when they almost bumped into each other with the guitarist who was rushing outside.

“Hallo, wie geht es dir?” she asked with a sweet voice when she stood in the middle of their basement, now changed into her son’s and his friends’ rehearsal room.

“Gut, gut…we are Mama quite busy here now…”

Even though they all were adults already, Herr and Frau Schneider wanted to treat their son’s friends as a part of the family. The drummer thought it was embarrassing while the rest accepted offered food and drinks with pleasure - none of them showered in money, so they welcomed all free stuff they could get.

But Richard wasn’t interested in snacks now. He preferred to pout alone, enjoying his smoking moment.

The guitarist had pondered the band’s future quite a lot. Even though it seemed pretty promising, he doubted it now and then. Did this make any sense at all? Everyone around him had all of his life claimed that he should get a degree and get a real job - get a normal, adult life. He should take his head out of the clouds and be responsible. In a weak moment, when nothing had seemed to work out in his life, he’d been convinced that maybe he’d really been wrong. Maybe he should try this “adult life” thing. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. Not his dream, but a way to adapt to society, to make himself accepted - the first time in his life.

But all those doubts had vanished into thin air when he met Till Lindemann - a sensitive poet, who seemed to understand him completely even though they were so different as persons. What had brought them together were the crazy visions, the lust for life: the lust for being an artist and not to give a shit about what the others were thinking.

Richard knew in his heart his real dream: to express himself and to be respected by what he was doing. For Christ’s sake, life was too short not to be lived to the fullest, and music, that was his whole life. It was the torch of creativity he had to feed regularly - otherwise, he would slowly and painfully perish.

He sighed and looked at the sky, trying to blink back tears. The last thing he wanted now was to weep like a baby.

The sensitive thoughts didn’t have a chance to last for long though because they were interrupted by a distant, loud rattle - it sounded like somebody had made an orchestra out of pots and pans. Richard was sure it was the neighbor’s kids goofing around and didn’t mind about it so much at first.

But the noise kept getting closer and closer to the house - seemed like kids couldn’t have been blamed for it anymore.

Richard rubbed his eyes. What in God’s name is it?

The question got its answer in a minute when Richard saw a small cycling figure approaching the house with a huge guitar bag.

The figure - now Richard could see it was a blond man, probably around his age - stopped and so did the cacophony. “Is this…Christoph Schneider’s house?” he asked, still panting from the cycling.

“Yes.”

The incognito man smiled so brightly that it almost seemed like the whole dark street was suddenly lighted up. “Wunderbar! So umm, this band about Stein…something is rehearsing here, am I right?”

“Rammstein, yes.”

“Then I’m in the right place! And I’m terribly sorry I’m late, there was a huge traffic jam and I got stuck. Also, I didn’t realize this place was on the other side of the city.”

Richard didn’t reply anything - he kept staring at the distance, busy with smoking. Seemed like their new guitarist had finally appeared. He wasn’t sure, was he ready for this.

The guy left his wrecked bicycle - Richard could only wonder, what kind of torture the poor vehicle had been going through - in front of the house and with his guitar bag, came back to the other man. “So, we finally meet, I’ve been looking forward to this! Flake has told me so much about the new band project of yours. I’m Paul Landers,” he said and offered his hand.

But Richard acted like he had forgotten completely how human interactions worked. “Let’s go inside,” he answered nonchalantly to the other man’s friendly gesture. Paul almost had to run to keep up with his pace.

Finally, they both were in the basement and when Schneider’s mom saw there was a new guest in their house, she hurried to get a sandwich and a beer for Paul as well.

All of the band - except for Richard, who was still acting grumpy - greeted the new musician and with Flake, they hugged: it was nice to reunite after playing in the same band for so long.

“Okay, so what kind of music do you guys play?” Paul asked while munching his bread.

“It’s a bit difficult to explain. Maybe we’ll just play something and you’ll make your own opinion,” Flake answered.

“Do you want to hear the lyrics first?” Till asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay, we have one completed song and it’s called Herzeleid.” Till looked at their possible new guitarist’s curious face and continued: “The other guys composed and arranged it and I wrote the text. Let us know what you think of it and please be straightforward, if it’s completely Scheisse.”

He cleared his throat and started to read the text out loud:

“Bewartet einander vor Herzeleid,

denn kurz ist die Zeit die ihr beisammen seid.

Denn wenn euch auch viele Jahre vereinen,

einst werden sie wie Minuten euch scheinen.

Herzeleid

Bewahret einander vor der Zweisamkeit.”

When Till had finished his recitation, nobody said anything for a while. The singer got a bit uneasy. “Yeah, well…I know the lyrics are a bit cheesy, I’m not sure from where they actually came from…” He knew very well that the text told about his own recent painful break-up, but he didn’t want to open up about his love life now.

Paul stood up and gave Till the brightest smile possible. “No need to worry, it was beautiful! Very heartbreaking and melancholic. You truly are a talented writer.”

Till wasn’t sure was the new guy flattering or did he really mean what he said. “Danke…”

“I’m curious to hear the whole song while already the lyrics sound so awesome.”

Richard was in a mood for challenging. “We are here to play so just grab your guitar and start.”

Paul took the last sip from his beer and said: “Yeah, sure, but can I get the chords or some kind of instructions? And is there a second amplifier somewhere? I couldn’t take mine on my bike.”

He expected to get at least some guidance, but to his surprise, there was none - Richard just started playing the heavy riff without even bothering to look at their new possible bandmember.

Okay, did I say something wrong, or is this how this band usually works? Well, if I want to be in, I just have to adapt, Paul thought, and with Flake’s help, got another, smaller amplifier. He tried his best to mimic the chords by ear and occasionally trying to stalk the lead guitarist - it was quite impossible though when he seemed to have turned his back from Paul on purpose.

Even though with all his best effort, Paul could hear he sounded like absolute bullshit. His precious instrument had turned into a torture machine - he could have never imagined he could create discords so horrible.

When the song ended he didn’t dare to look at anyone - maybe they had supposed that he would have had a perfect pitch and were now disappointed. He’d made them wait and it had ended up being a failure.

Scheisse.

Paul thought that maybe it would be best if he’d pack his things up and leave without saying anything. The cocky guitarist of this band seemed like he knew what he was doing so why he should be bothered any longer.

Till came next to the new player when he saw that he was visibly disappointed. “Es tut mir leid, Reesh isn’t the easiest person to deal with, he takes this band death seriously. It’s nothing personal against you,” the singer whispered so quietly that Richard couldn’t hear.

But Paul wasn’t convinced of the soothing words and continued with his packing. “C’mon, you have to admit that I sounded like shit.” He stopped for a while and nodded towards the lead guitarist. “I can see from his face that he’s unsatisfied. He probably hates me already. Maybe it’s better that I leave and you continue while you still have a good start here.”

Till tried his best to be supportive and explained: “None of us is a professional musician, so no worries. You at least tried your best. The only problem was that our little diva didn’t bother to tell you that the song is in drop D tuning. Let’s try again.” He squeezed the new player’s shoulder gently like begging him to stay with them.

Paul sighed. “Okay, one more time then.” Even though he was disappointed to himself he had an instinct that he should give it a try.

He grabbed his guitar back from the floor. “Let’s play.”

He didn’t know at that moment that the decision changed the band’s path completely.

After the surprisingly successful band practice, everybody had left except for the two guitarists who were having the last smokes before heading home.

“I really like what you have here. It seems promising and I’m more than happy to be a part of it. I can only imagine what we will achieve together.” He didn’t think that the band would get very popular - it was technically impossible to be world-famous with dark German lyrics and simple, aggressive riffs. At least he hoped they could record some albums and have small tours around Germany. To have fun and create art with a bunch of guys who seemed quite nice already.

To his utter surprise, the other man said unexpectedly: “I have to admit that you weren’t so bad at all in the end.”

“R-really?” Paul didn’t know his fellow guitarist so well yet, but he seemed very picky. Even this small kind of compliment must have been a huge thing from him.

Richard nodded. “After you figured the song out, you played just fine. I’m looking forward to what we can achieve together as well.” He turned and the first time that night looked at Paul straight in the eyes. “You passed the test. Welcome to the band.”

The target of the small compliment tried to act as casual as he could even though his heart started pounding disturbingly rapidly. He didn’t have any clue what this “test” he had just passed was, but it sounded nice to hear he had succeeded.

Paul cleared his throat and said: “One thing bothers me still though.” He came a bit closer and continued: “We didn’t say hi properly and actually, I haven’t even heard your whole name yet.”

Richard stared at the offered hand for a while, but finally - to Paul’s surprise and relief - he took it. “Richard.”

Paul couldn’t hide his smirking - the other man had announced his name so comically officially like he would have been the most important person walking on this earth. “Richard, who exactly?”

“C’mon, do you now want my social security number as well or what? Very well then, it’s 705…”

“What on earth you think I’d do with your social security number?” Paul interrupted even though he had to admit that he liked the new acquaintance's sarcastic sense of humor already. “Just that it would be nice to know the full name of the guy, whose band I’m apparently in now.”

Richard straightened his back and with another firm handshake, announced: “Richard Zven Kruspe, nice to meet you.”

“Paul Heiko Landers, pleased to meet you too.”

Richard knew from that moment he would never forget the name - the bond had been formed for eternity on that fateful night.

He sighed. Till death do us part, mein Paulchen.

[gracetrack-higgins]

3am

I already posted this on Ao3 but here it is again for all you lovely Tumblr people!! Spot and Race adopt a baby and Spot gets very introspective and sappy at 3am about it. 

this is the cutest thing i’ve written to date. soft spot conlon wrecks my heart.

Ao3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13425714

*

Spot Conlon was used to staying up late and never really had any problems with late nights, or even all-nighters. But his lifestyle changed a lot the older he got. The stamina for the all-nighters he’d had in college was significantly less. He had a schedule now. Go to bed by midnight, up by seven, out the door by eight, in the office by eight-thirty. When he was younger the thought of stability and routines were both terrifying and repulsing, but now that he had it, Spot wished he didn’t waste so much time avoiding it. He’d spent a lot of time as a young adult avoiding the life he loved now, and was internally fighting regretting all the wasted time.

Younger Spot was terrified of the things that made Older Spot so happy. Younger Spot was afraid of school and doing anything that wasn’t sports. Younger Spot was afraid of the way he felt about his best friend. Younger Spot was afraid of getting a job and an apartment. Younger Spot was downright terrified of getting married or having kids or settling down.

But Spot faced all his fears. He quit sports, went to law school, got a great job as a lawyer at an extremely competitive law firm in downtown Manhattan, moved in with his boyfriend, eventually got married to his boyfriend, and settled in a life together.

And now they just adopted a child. Which was sending their lives down a whole ‘nother crazy road Spot never wanted. But now that he was on it, he didn’t know why he’d ever wanted anything else.

It was three am, way too late for Spot to be happy about being up, but this time, he didn’t mind. He stood in the lush apartment’s kitchen holding a baby in one strong arm, rocking her as she fussed, simultaneously making a bottle with his free hand. He bounced the baby gently, screwing the lid of the bottle on tight and shaking it gently before offering it to the infant, letting her eat.

Spot and his husband Race finalized the adoption of their daughter only a week and a half ago, and despite the parenting classes, baby books, social worker visits and advice from their friends, having a baby was still an insane change. They’d waited for years for the chance to adopt a baby and went through a rigorous adoption process once they were finally off a waiting list and matched with a child.

And then just like that, Brooklyn Higgins-Conlon was theirs. Their apartment became overrun with baby supplies. Bottles and toys and strollers and diapers and blankets and onesies filled every corner of their formerly-typical-guys’-apartment. Instead of takeout and beer, their fridge was now filled with baby food and formula. Race and Spot had been taking turns staying up with their new daughter as they attempted to get her on a sleep schedule like all the books said they were supposed to. But like her fathers, Brooklyn Higgins-Conlon seemed not to care too much about rules, or following them.

Spot swayed back and forth, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched Brooklyn drinking from the bottle hungrily.

“Geez kiddo,” he said softly, “Ya only ate a couple’a hours ago, you’s actin’ like we’s starvin’ ya.”

Brooklyn’s big dark eyes were drifting shut as she continued to eat.

“And now you’s gonna crash on me?” Spot teased, “After all’a that fuss?”

Brooklyn snuffled, finishing the bottle and sighing a little as her tiny eyes shut and she promptly fell asleep. Spot set the bottle down on the table and shifted the baby in his arms so she snuggled into his chest. Spot glanced at the clock. 3:34am.

Rubbing his tired eyes with his free hand, Spot carried his sleeping daughter back to his and Race’s master bedroom, setting her down in the crib at the foot of their bed, and then climbing back into bed next to his sprawled out husband. Spot just slid his hand around Race’s waist, getting comfortable and closing his eyes, when he heard whimpers.

Nononono. Please stay asleep.

The whimpers turned into whines.

Ugghghhhhh.

The whines quickly turned into cries, which reached screeches within seconds. Spot groaned, Race stirred next to him, shoving his head under the pillow, slapping at Spot lazily.

“Spottyyyyy,” Race whined, and Spot shushed him, quickly slipping out of bed again to pick up the screaming baby.

“Alright missy.” Spot said as he held the baby to his shoulder, bouncing her as he left the bedroom, closing the door with his foot and going back into the small family room, pacing back and forth, trying to get the baby to stop crying.

“C’mon Brooklyn,” Spot muttered, patting the baby’s back lightly. After a few moments she calmed down, but refused to be put down, so Spot sat on the couch, holding his four month old daughter in his arms, trying to get her to go back to sleep.

“You’s a handful, Lil’ Miss.” Spot told her softly, letting Brooklyn suck on his fingers. “It’s almost four in the mornin’. You’s lucky I took time off’a work, otherwise I’d be a very grumpy Daddy havin’ ta get up early.”

Brooklyn cooed and Spot smirked.

“Ya think it’s funny?” he snorted. “One’a these days I ain’t gonna be able to stay home all the time, an’ then it won’t be so funny.”

Brooklyn gurgled a laugh and Spot shook his head.

“Yeah yeah, go on an’ laugh.” Spot pulled his fingers from the baby’s mouth and she shrieked in protest. He quickly shushed her, handing her a baby toy to play with instead. “It ain’t gonna be half as funny for me, Princess. ‘m already dreadin’ it.”

Brooklyn waved the toy at Spot, who grinned a little. He made a face at her, which prompted a new bout of giggles.

“I wish I had your energy.”

Brooklyn giggled more, bouncing in his arms. He bounced a little too, hushing her as her giggles turned into shrieks.

“Shhhh, Papa’s sleepin’, you’s gonna wake ‘im up. He already spent all night up wit’ ya last night, ya lil monster.”

Brooklyn seemed to get the memo, shoving the toy back into her mouth, resting against Spot’s strong arm as he held her close.

“Finally gettin’ sleepy?” he asked, rocking her instinctively. He was surprised at how easily some of this baby stuff had come to him, since until Jack and Kath’s kids were born, he’d never even held a baby. And at first, the prospect of raising a child, having a kid relying on him for food and shelter and life and…well, everything, was terrifying. But now, at four in the morning, holding Brooklyn in his arms, he wanted to give her everything and anything. It put everything in perspective. He didn’t want to go to work. He wanted to stay home and change diapers and make bottles and watch her nap. He wanted to hear her first words and watch her take her first steps and be there for everything. The thought of having to be at work all day instead of at home with her and Race made Spot’s stomach ache a little with sadness. And they’d only had her for a little over a week. How was he this attached after such a short amount of time? Why did she feel like a piece of him that’d been missing?

“There we go,” Spot said encouragingly as Brooklyn started to calm down, and he replaced the toy in her mouth with a pacifier instead. He rocked her back and forth gently, running his free hand lightly through her soft dark curls. “That’s my girl.” he smiled.

“I ain’t never thought I’d be sittin’ here,” he told her softly, “In my own place. Married to anyone, let alone your Papa.” he booped her tiny nose. “Holdin’ you.” Spot sighed contentedly. “Now I dunno what I’d do without ya.”

Brooklyn’s eyelids started to drift as Spot continued to rock her.

“I know I ain’t gonna be great at this,” Spot told her next as Brooklyn’s little tan hand wrapped around his finger. “Bein’ a dad. I didn’t have one, so…” he shrugged. “I’m not too sure what ‘m doin’ half the time. But I promise, I’ll do everythin’ I can to make sure you’s happy an’ you’s loved, ‘kay?”

Brooklyn’s little eyes closed and he smiled.

“Good.” he pressed a kiss to her forehead, still rocking her gently to make sure she stayed asleep.

“I think you’s pretty great at this.”

Spot looked up at the sound of his husband’s voice and rolled his eyes.

“Ugh, you heard that?”

Race smirked, curling up next to Spot on the couch, resting his head on his shoulder.

“Yeah.” he smiled. “It was real cute.” Race looked at the baby asleep in the crook of Spot’s arm. “An’ she’s sleepin’, so you’s definitely doin’ somethin’ right.”

Spot groaned lightly, but tilted his head to rest against Race’s.

“Bein’ a dad is a lotta work.” he said, and Race nodded.

“Yeah, it sure is.” Race yawned, reaching one hand over to gently to brush at Brooklyn’s curls. “‘s a good thing she’s cute.”

Spot smirked. “I think she knows it, too. She knows we’ll let her get away with anythin’.”

Race breathed a laugh. “Yeah, an’ that’ll only get worse as she gets older.”

Spot nodded in agreement, both his and Race’s eyes watching their sleeping baby.

“‘m real glad we’re doin’ this,” Spot whispered, “I’m sorry I made ya wait so long.”

Race shook his head. “If we didn’t wait, we wouldn’t have Brooklyn.” he said simply. “An’ she’s perfect.”

Spot smiled. “She is.”

“An’ so’re you.” Race added, and Spot rolled his eyes jokingly.

“Ew, affection.” he whined, laughing as Race flicked him in the head and then pulled him into a kiss.

“Love you,” Spot offered between kisses.

“Love you too.”

Race smiled as they parted and stood from the couch, holding out a hand for Spot to join him. He did, taking Race’s hand in his, Brooklyn still asleep in his arm.

“Maybe she’ll finally stay asleep.” Race said hopefully as they started back to the bedroom.

“She can just sleep with us,” Spot joked, “Since she’s so attached.”

Race shoved his husband’s shoulder lightly. “Allow me to reference chapter 14 of every parenting book ever: Co-Sleeping Is A Trap Do Not Do It. We ain’t doin’ it.”

“I know, I know.” Spot laughed, setting the baby down in her crib gently, watching her for a second before joining Race back in bed. “If she cries again it’s your turn.”

Race mocked offense. “After last night? How dare you?”

Spot pushed Race down against the mattress, tucking a hand around his waist and pulling him close as they got comfortable.

“You overheard my private sappy conversation with our baby. It’s the least ya can do.”

Race snorted, burying his face in Spot’s t-shirt as he snuggled against him.

“Shut up an’ go to sleep.” Race murmured and Spot smiled, kissing Race’s curls and relaxing against him.

“Night, Racer.” Spot whispered.

“It’s mornin’.” Race mumbled.

“Mornin’, then.” Spot amended, smiling as he felt Race’s smile against his chest.

“Sleep, moron.” Race drawled, and Spot grunted, getting comfortable and closing his eyes.

Now please don’t wake up again. He thought to his daughter as he finally drifted back to sleep.

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[chokememrstark]

A Dangerous Game // Samifer

Chapter: 3/15

Words: 2035

Summary: Sam comes across a very interesting book that describes a ritual in which one can play a game with the Devil. His curiosity is sparked and even if he doesn’t think he will ever actually do it, Sam soon finds himself face to face with this very entity. Things take a very unpleasant turn, but despite that, Sam is going back, as if something pulls him towards Lucifer.

abuse, violence, bullying, black magic, no hunter!au

Note: The chapters vary highly in words usually, I apologize for that. It’s my longest fic for a while, so I hope you like it ^^ Also, because I feel I need to add this: Dean is pretty much an ass in this story, so if you’re uncomfortable with that you might want to reconsider reading it (or tell yourself he is completely ooc, fine with me too xD)

Thanks to @sassysupernaturalsweetheart & @brieflymaximumprincess for their wonderful beta reading and keeping me company while writing this story ♥

Tagging: @spnyoucantkeepmedown @samlicker83 - if you want to be tagged, just drop me an ask or contact me via IM.

It was way past midnight when Sam finally put the book he had purchased in the morning down. He had spent the last few hours unable to take his eyes off the words, fascinated by what the book revealed to him. At first he was confused by the way the book was written - as if the author spoke directly to him and no one else - but after a while he got used to the style and devoured every single word he found. The book wasn’t about any real magic or spells or anything, but exactly about what the title promised: a game.

When Sam finally put the book down the thoughts ran wild in his head. He knew why the woman gave him candles and the red string now, but it made as little sense as what he had just read. Did she read the book herself and expected him to play the game? Or was she messing with him, daring him to do it? No, that couldn’t be. She couldn’t know if he would take the book seriously or not. Hell, he didn’t even know it himself yet. A game that allowed you to speak to the devil? How crazy was that?

Then again, it was written in a very convincing way and Sam wondered if it was something that worked or that some weird guy made up. After all, it was just a book, right? Even if it seemed very convincing, it was just written words in a book that he bought.

Sam would have reread the book again, if only to look for anything that didn’t fit the story, but it was already too late and his eyes barely stayed open, even when he tried to force it. So, he closed the book and shoved it under his bed, turned off the light and laid down to sleep. It was Sunday the next day, so he would have another day to contemplate about what he had read, but for now he needed some sleep or he would be a walking corpse in the morning - more than he was anyways, of course.

That night, for the first time in a while, Sam had very weird dreams. At first, he was on a field under the full moon, staring at the sky with its stars so bright that everything was sparkling. Then he heard Dean’s voice, taunting him that he was a baby and would always be one and that he would be better off without this emo brother holding him back all the time. Sam turned around, determined to tell Dean that he was not a baby, but when he did, there was no Dean. Instead, he suddenly stood in a church and stared at a huge mirror. It wasn’t his reflection he saw though, it was a shadow inside, with eyes glowing as red as gleaming coal. He was frozen in place when a raspy and dark voice spoke to him.

“Are you brave enough to play my game, Sam?”

The boy woke up, covered in sweat and with his heart racing in his chest. His breath went heavy for over a minute before he finally realized that he was awake and that the weird noise he heard was his brother in the other room, snoring. He laid back, closed his eyes and covered them with one of his arms.

“Damn…” he whispered weakly.

Sam was used to nightmares since he was a young child, but this voice was giving him the creeps much more than even the worst of them. It still echoed in his head, whispering his name over and over - creeping him out and at the same time luring him, which was much worse for some reason.

After a few minutes, when he realized he wouldn’t fall asleep again, Sam sat back up and looked at his clock. It was shortly after four in the morning, much too early to get up, but what was he supposed to do? No, tonight he wouldn’t get any more sleep, so instead of tossing around for a few hours, Sam decided to stop bothering.

As silently as he could, Sam got dressed and sneaked into the kitchen of the small apartment to grab something to eat and drink, before returning to his room. He switched on the light, got a notebook and pen from his desk, then crawled back onto the bed and pulled his new book out from under the pillow. Since he had a lot of time, he thought, he could use it to go through the book again and make notes. So far, Sam wasn’t sure why he even thought about doing this - after all he wouldn’t go out and break into a church to summon the devil, right? But, for some reasons, he still felt the need to do it.

His notebook quickly filled with words, ranging from the things needed for the game, to the individual steps to play it. It really wasn’t that difficult, now that he saw it all in front of him. He still had no idea why the woman in the shop gifted him the candles and yarn, but it would spare him another shopping trip, if he actually considered doing this. Apart from that he would just need salt, a lighter and a church with a full-length mirror. Didn’t sound impossible, especially considering that the town they resided in right now had an old church they abandoned a few years ago. It was about thirty minutes away from their apartment and the verger who usually guarded it, was sick in the hospital at the moment, leaving the church unattended. How he knew that? Well, coincidence or not, the verger was also the pastor of his school and they got the news the week before.

“That’s insane,” Sam huffed when he read through his notes again and shook his head. “Why am I even thinking about this?”

The answer came clear, but it came from a voice inside his head that wasn’t his own.

“Because you are going to do this.”

It was the voice from his dream again, but this time it sounded less raspy and much more real than before. Still, it sent a shiver through Sam’s whole body and he shook his head more determined.

“No, no I’m not gonna play a game with the devil,” he said, but his voice was not at all convincing, not even to himself. “I’m not that stupid.”

But was that the truth? Really? He had no idea. Sure, Sam wasn’t stupid and he knew that, but even thinking about something like this was a very stupid idea and he couldn’t deny that. Still, if he would be careful, he could do it and come out of it unharmed - if it even worked. Sam couldn’t imagine this actually working under any circumstances. Sure, he knew sometimes weird things happened, but talking with the devil? In a church, of all places? That was ridiculous!

When Sam was done with the book again, faster this time, because he was only looking for specific information, it was almost six. He carefully closed the book, when he noticed something that had escaped his eyes the first time. The last page of the book was not the actual last page - it was kind of glued to the cover. Sam lifted the book up and as careful as possible began freeing the paper. It took a little effort to not rip the page in half, but eventually he managed to get it off the cover and turned it.

To his surprise, Sam found a symbol on top of the last page, followed by a few words written in a neat and small handwriting.

For those who dare play this game, I welcome you to try your luck.

Maybe you are the one who will finally be a true competition.

After all, you are smart enough to not fall into any of the traps, right?

LCF

Again, those three letters. LCF. Sam had been a regular visitors of libraries all over the U.S. and not a single time he had seen any book written by someone with those initials - he assumed they were initials, because everything else made even less sense. Sure, he couldn’t have possibly found all authors in existence in the ten years he was actively reading, but he still wondered how he never stumbled across it.

“This is insane,” he eventually huffed and finally closed the book.

No, he wouldn’t play this stupid game, no matter how tempting it appeared. It was just a creepy book, words written by someone who wanted to mess with people or just did it for the money. People didn’t go out and crucified others because the Bible said it, so why should he go and try to talk with the devil because this book said it?

Determined to forget about all of this, Sam took the book and the notebook and shoved them into his backpack. He also put the candles and yarn into it to get everything out of his sight and then, finally, sat back and ate the food he had sitting next to him for two hours now.

After he was done eating and finished his coke, Sam was positive that he wouldn’t do anything crazy. He instead got up from the bed, went to his bathroom and decided to take a long shower to wash all this crap away, if only metaphorically. Sam took his time showering and washing his hair, almost stayed until the water was ice cold and when he eventually stepped out of the shower again, he felt much better than before.

It was almost seven o’clock when Sam was done drying his hair and began dressing. He choose his favorite black pants, the ones that had chains on the sides and was ripped at the knees, a plain, black shirt and his combat boots. For a moment he thought about leaving it like that, but then decided to screw his dad’s complaints and put on makeup around his eyes - mainly because it made him feel much better about himself and people usually left him the hell alone when he did. With a deadly look on his face after putting the makeup on, he nodded at his reflection and carefully let his fingers glide over his eyebrow piercing.

“At least he didn’t rip it out,” Sam mumbled to himself, remembering how Dean had tugged on it the last day. It was still slightly red where the metal pushed through his skin, but there was no infection and he really liked how it had turned out. With a little smile on his face, Sam left the bathroom and got his jacket from the wardrobe - a slightly too big leather jacket that he wore almost every day if possible - and shouldered his backpack.

It was Sunday, so no school or chores around the apartment had to be done, and Sam decided to see if he could find a quiet place somewhere to just sit down and think a little. Thinking was usually impossible at home on Sundays, because Dean would either bring some girl home or annoy him with loud music the whole day and his dad would ultimately get into a fight with his brother about it. Almost every time Sam was the one who had to pay for any of this, since when his dad was done with his brother, he often turned to Sam to punish him for stuff he never did - or Dean would pester him with annoying comments about his appearance or behavior. So, instead of waiting for this to happen, Sam rather spent the day outside alone than mess with his family. It caused much less drama.

Sam sneaked into the kitchen again and made himself some sandwiches for lunch that he put into his backpack, as well as two cans of coke and an apple that wasn’t spoiled yet - Dean and his dad never ate any sort of fruits, so they didn’t care if they were rotting or not. When he left the apartment, both of them were still asleep and Sam couldn’t have been more glad about that.

[thehooliganhangoutspot]

Sunny. I think you're really good in the "imagines field". Do you have anymore? They're great.

REALLY? wow you're such a sweetie. I always thought mine sucked lmao. I mean like i dont know if you've read any of my super old ones but here they are. These were all requested imagines (Sorry, some are long) and VERY explicit. HOPE U ENJOY! Moonshine #1I looked at my clock and the time was 5:00am, "what the hell why isnt bruno back yet. He told me he'd be back by 9:00 and ive been waiting all night for him." Tonight was supposed to be the night we out to eat and go to the movies, now im home alone again by myself. I start to doze off when i hear a loud knock at the front door *knock knock knock* i run downstairs to see who it is and when i open the door i see Bruno standing there in a daze, he smelt like alcohol and couldnt stand up straight. "Bruno where the hell have you been ive been waiting for you all night. And you smell like alcohol why the hell do you smell like that, have you been drinking? huh? have you.." Without saying anything bruno pinned me against the wall got closer to me and lifted me up. I could feel hi warm breath on my neck. He started to talk but in a whisper, "You thought i forgot our special night?" he said trailing his tongue down my neck to my breast. He started to squeeze my thighs harder as he held me up. I pushed away from him and he released me from his warm grip. Bruno you know i dont like having sex with you when your drunk because your too rough" i say trying to hold back that i really wanted to have sex tonight. "Baby you know i like it rough any other time" he says carrying me back up the stairs. We make it to the bed room and he throws me on the bed. "I got something good for you tonight bae" he says unbuckling his belt and pants. He got on top of me, opened my legs and entered himself inside of me softly. While he gently rubbed his hands up and down my chest. He leaned over me and sucked my breast. Then he turned me over and entered from the back. "Ohhhhh Bruno uhhhh bae dont stop" He kept going harder and harder until i lost my breath. Then he started to pull my hair which yanked my head back then he kissed my neck again. "Say my name, say it!!! say it!" I stated to hesitate then i started to scream,"Bruno....Bruno....Brunooo!!!" He finally stopped and rolled over. He was breathing so hard. We started to cuddle and he reached over and smacked my ass hard. "Bruno you are so damn drunk out of your mind, What the hell were you drinking anyway?" Bruno smiled at me and whispered in my ear, "I was drinking Moonshine"=============================================================================Runaway Baby #2He told me he loved me, he promised he'd never let me go, until i walked in on him and some bitch named Natalie in our bed. Next thing i know im running down the stairs of his mansion balling tears. He came after me with a bed sheet wrapped around him, " Lea please baby shes nothing to me, im sorry" i slapped him and responded, "You dont care about me because if you did this wouldn't have been your third time cheating on me. Little did he know Natalie was in the other room listening and stacking her pockets with the little money next to the dresser. I saw her doing it but i didnt say anything because it would serve him right. I tried to walk out the front door but he moved in front of me and said, "Please dont runaway from me baby" i stopped and looked him in the eyes, " Bruno, all you do is play me anyway, you put your charms and spells on me and try to make me stay and i know that im not the only one you want to be with because your nothing but a hoe" I finally made it all the way out the house, looking back at bruno. Hoping this was the last time he put his spell on me.=============================================================================Young Girls #3Damn, here i am. I finally made it to L.A, got my first paycheck from my own labor and work. its my first time hearing my own song on the radio and im ready to chill with my crew and act a fool all night. I call up the band and jump in the shower and grab my freshest outfit and my black fedora. We finally met up at the bar and we have lotssss of drinks and i mean lots, Im out of it and i see this beautiful young woman walk up to me. "Hi" i say in a drunk voice, "Whats your name?" she sits and responds, "Heelin, my names Heelin" i grab my 30th drink, "Hi Heeelin, your beautiful, how old are you baby?" She chuckled and said, "19" i stand up"ohhh really, well im not usually into young girls, i need a real woman to hold me down" she started to walk away. Im 25 and i dont know if this sounds right or not, but im ready to fuck whoever wherever right now. I grab her arm before she makes her way back to her booth with her girls. I grab her close and say, "Meet me in the bathroom"=============================================================================Locked Out Of Heaven #4There i was, with her in my bedroom, i wasn't sure if i wanted to get my virginity taken yet, just because im a man doesn't mean that im ready for this. She put her hand on my chest and started licking up and down my neck. She laid me down softly on the bed and got on top. Whispered in my ear that this was gonna be the best night of my life. She stroked and thrusted and jerked me so good that i thought i was gonna pass out, it was something ive never felt before. Something she could only give me, no other woman could. I felt locked out of this life and this pleasure that i just took in the moment as much as i could. It almost felt like i was locked out of a beautiful heaven. She made my first time so worth it.=============================================================================Treasure #5She stood there like an angel in that blue dress. The ballroom was beautiful and i had my eye on her all night. Phil pushed me toward her with a grin saying, "Go get your girl" i looked at him puzzled and acted like i didnt know what he was talking about. I didnt want him to know that i was staring at her. When Phil left for the bathroom i walked over to her. She wasnt even looking my way or noticed that i was even walking towards her. I said, "Excuse me miss, but i just had to tell you that you look like a shinning star, matter of fact, you look like treasure, and it looks like i found you" she looked at me and did a cute little sexy laugh and said, "Thats so corny but charming at the same time" I smiled back at her and said, "You wanna go somewhere more loose after this, Maybe for a drink or something, i do wanna get to know you better" she grabbed her purse and said, "sure, how about now, its boring here anyway"=============================================================================When I Was Your Man #6I dont know why i did what i did to her. I was so stupid, she was the love of my life and sex took over my relationship, thats all i wanted was sex from another woman. I was so selfish and i didnt even think about how she would feel in the end. I tried to tell her so many times that i was sorry but she just wouldnt take it. I wrote her this love song so that she really knew i was sorry and i hope she hears it. But i doubt she will pay attention. Its all my fault and i cant deny it. Now i have to live with it, and with someone who i dont love because they were nothing but a booty call.============================================================================The Plane Ride #7He grabbed my hand and lead me to his plane. He had one of his own and it was big and beautiful. He sat me down in one of the comfortable seats in the back and started to kiss all over me. His soft lips trickled from my lips to my breast, they were so warm. Then I started to feel something wet go the same route. I opened my eyes to see him trail his tongue all over me while he exhaled deeply. He looked at me and said in his beautiful raspy voice "I dont want you to move okay, I want to be the one who brings you the pleasure. Just sit back and let me do all the work" he laid me back in the chair and clicked this special button on the side that made the chair vibrate at different speeds, he chose the highest one. As I felt my whole body vibrate I felt his fingers slip off my pants then my panties. He made a V with his fingers and put it on my vagina to open it up and separate the lips. He then took his pointer finger and rubbed it on my clit then sucked hard, it was rub and tease then suck, rub and tease then suck in that order repeatedly until he stopped and put his while mouth on it and just kept it there. I could feel my swollen clit vibrating itself inside his mouth. As soon as he slid his tongue in me all the way as if it was a penis I reached orgasm. And screamed out his name. As soon as he was finished I could see him reaching for a "call" button to call his personal pilot. A couple minutes later I heard foot steps come up the plane's stairs and someone sat down. I couldn't see the person and the person couldn't see us. It was like a secret way he came from. I began to feel the plane take off, higher and higher then it dropped down, then it did a double drop the went up higher then dropped down again it was as if the plane was doing stunts or something. Bruno looked at me with those big beautiful brown eyes and he said "Hold onto the seat okay" he took out his penis and inserted it in my dripping wet vagina. He bent down and started kissing my neck again. When he inserted it in and bent down close to me he held me closer with his hands under my ass. This made my swollen clit rub on the top of his penis while he thrusted in me. As he thrusted fast as he could inside me the plane was moving up and down and dropping suddenly which made it like he was going up and down but he wasn't, he was doing him while the plane was doing the other part. He kept going and going then climaxed and pulled out and started jerking while he threw his hand on my vagina and started rubbing.==============================================================================The Plane Ride/Gorilla he deleted scenes part 2 #8"Wow!" Bruno says after pulling his hand away from my warm vagina. "That was great baby! I never had anything like that before" I look at him with a half smile and groan, "I love you Bruno". He comes close to me and and whispers softly in my ear, "Tonight, I want you to meet me in the empty parking lot down the street from the Pussy Cat Strip Joint, be there at exactly 11:00am". I nodded my head yes and smiled then kissed him deeply. I went back to my house and jumped in the shower and watched a little t.v to waste time. At exactly 10:40 I heard my doorbell ring. There was a small red box outside my door with my name on it, I didn't see anyone out there so I didn't know where it came from or who brought it. I brought the box inside and opened it to see a note inside with red laced panties and bra and stockings. The note read "Here's a little outfit for you now put it on and come meet me so I can show you what to do." I slipped on the sexy outfit and put a huge long jacket on over it and began to walk to the location. I finally come to the lot and see a Cadillac in the distance with fog in the windows. I'm guessing that was him. I walked to the car and knocked on the car door. The door automatically opened and a hand grabbed mine and slipped me in. I'll admit it, I was a little creeped out but was relived when I saw Bruno. He didn't hesitate to start grinding right away. He grabbed me hard and ripped my coat open and rubbed his erect penis on my side. He started rubbing my back while he pulled my bra down. He then reached for a cup that was next to him and took an ice cube in his mouth and sucked on it for a minute then spit it back in the cup. He put his cold mouth on my nipples to make them hard and he rubbed my breast while he did it. He slipped his hand down my panties and played with my clit while he sucked my hard nipples. He whispered in my ear "Yessss let big daddy take care of you and make your pussy feel so good, ohhhh baby you feel so good" when I started to moan he took his pinky finger and slid it in me....once....twice....three times....before I know it its ten times. "You want bigger huh baby you what bigger?" He says sliding two of his thick fingers inside me which made out a huge gasp from me. "OH MY GOSH" I screamed! He then put me on my side and pulled my panties all the way down and inserted himself in my ass. "Shhhhh baby, dont scream! You don't want anyone to hear us" he says thrusting inside me. "Ohhh Bruno!! Oh Bruno!!!" I say holding his strong arm that's wrapped around my waist. "Say I'm daddy" Bruno says while trying to grab my nipple again in his mouth. "WHOS DADDY?" he says taking his penis out my ass and beginning to spank me. "You! You Bruno!" I say screaming. "I'm what?" He said rubbing my clit vigorously. "Your daddy Bruno!!!!!!" I say as I feel cum running down my side. "Oh yea girl, you know who he is!" He says kissing me and turning on his radio and lighting a cigarette.==========================================================================The Room #9Twist, turn, shake wiggle... I could feel my body moving and wrapping around the thin pole provided. Its like I couldn't keep my ass in place, it shook by itself with one movement and that's what the audience liked about me. That's why they came. I recognized all of my customers, or "fans" as I like to call them. I recognized every single one of them but this newbie in the audience, his big brown eyes looked through my soul and his style was something I wasn't used to everyday. A brown fedora with shades and a jacket and slacks. Who is this guy? I ask myself. My mind starts to drift away from him and I eventually finish my dance and have to get off of the stage. Backstage I go into my private makeup room and start to take off my makeup and clothes when I hear a soft knock on the door. I hesitate to say come in because well, nobody ever comes in here but the manager and he barely does. I finally say come in and here comes that odd looking fan again, he had a confused look on his face with a smile. "umm, hi... I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed your performance, I was hoping to have some private time with you. The man says. He was really cute and i didn't want to turn him down. I usually have men pay for "private sessions" but i actually wanted him and i let him get it free. He sat there waiting for a response from me. "yes" i said smiling and standing up. "Look, um i have to tell you that i kinda like it rough but i don't want to hurt you." He says walking closer to my body. "Oooohh my favorite" i say giving him a kiss on his neck. I dont know what that kiss on his neck did to him but he automatically was turned on. He kissed me back deeply and un did my sparkle bra to expose my big hard nipples. "Oh baby" he said grabbing his boner. "You got gumdrops" he said smiling. I started laughing hard because he sounded so crazy, and what he compared them to omg! He reaches over to my cup of water and reaches in and pulls out a ice cube. He puts the ice cube in his mouth and sucks on it. He then spits the ice cube out and pulls my panties down while he puts his cold mouth on my nipples which makes me moan so loud. The licking on my nipples with his cold mouth keeps them erect. When he sees I'm satisfied he takes another ice cube out of the cup and sucks on it and spits it out once again. He then trails his cold tongue down to my clit and plays with it a little. The mix of the flicking of his tongue and the coldness of his mouth makes me get filled with heat and coldness at the same exact time. I've never in my life felt anything like this. He then slides his tongue down to my vagina hole and sticks his tongue in and out of me like a penis would. He goes faster and faster and faster and stops right when I'm about to climax and then starts again just to tease me. I finally orgasm and when he hears the loud squeal of my voice when he hit my G spot he looks up at me and smiles. He raises up and pulls his dick out of his pants. I look at it in shock, its so big! He doesn't hesitate to slam it into me hard and fast. He grabs my hands and holds them down on the table i was laying on and whispers in my ear "i like it deep baby" he then went deeper and deeper and deeper in me until i thought that his nut sack was going inside me too. He didn't stop until his belly skin touched mine. It hurt so bad but i liked it for some weird reason. He then snatched out heard and started pumping in me with no rhythm. It was just everywhere. He kept going and going and going until he abruptly stops and flips me around hard on my stomach. "Hold onto the table baby because this is gonna be rough" he puts his hand under my stomach to prop me up and position me the way he wanted me. He put the head of his penis on top of my ass and slapped it with it. Smack smack smack! Goes the large head on my ass. He sure loved teasing. He then put his penis in my ass and grabbed my hair, a nice fistful of it and slammed into me so hard that i started yelling in pleasure. After a couple minutes all i could hear is clapping, his penis going so hard inside my ass that it sounded like we were getting an applause. He went and went and slammed and slammed until he came. I could feel the warm cum squirting in my ass. I turned around and saw a whole pool of sweat on him. He was going in so hard he was exhausted and i was too. He grabs his pants and puts them on. "Thank you so much i needed that" he says zipping up his pants. I was so shocked at what i felt that i just had to ask who he was. "who are you" i asked. "Bruno" he said smiling while he walked out of the door.===============================(RANDOM IMAGINE #10) I met her in a coffee shop weeks ago. She was the prettiest! Such a gorgeous face and attitude. Although she was some years older than me I still felt the connection deep inside. She slipped me her number after our long meet up and I was scared to call her. I thought that me being younger would make her feel some type of way. I could see in her eyes that something like that didnt matter. I saw how she admired me and cared for me even though I hadn't known her for a long while. I sit there on my couch staring at the number on the white paper. I pick up the phone confident....hesitate...suck it up then I begin to dial the number. I hear silence......then a bright soft beautiful voice comes on the phone. "Hello" it says. "Hi...its Bruno, sorry I called you so late and unexpectedly but its just....i want to see you again. I know that you seemed uncomfortable with our first meet but." She then cuts me off. "no. Baby that's not it. I was nervous that's all. I just didn't know if you'd be interested in the things that I like personally" she says in a raspy sexy voice. "what do you mean the things you like personally?" I say holding the phone closer to my face making it red. "Nevermind it...." She says in a soft voice. "no.no.please I would like for you to be open with me." "Okay, Bruno. The thing is that I haven't had a man in a while now and when I first saw you.....ummmm.....i hate to come on so strong with saying this but ......i was automatically attracted to you and I needed you at that moment." She says fast yet sensual. "Well what do you mean by that" I say confused. "*sigh* come to my place babe and Ill show you what I mean, 780 Denten drive NOW" the phone then hangs up. I'm so nervous to see what she has planned. I put on my clothes and favorite hat and I head out. I finally arrive to her place to see the door open all the way. Its dark EVERYWHERE. I barely see the red rose peddles spilled beautifully down the hallway that lead up the stairs to a bed covered in silk sheets, candles around it and a bucket of ice near the bed and her....laying there with handcuffs on strapped to the headboard and lace all over her. I look at her in shock. She then looks into my eyes deeply "I see you could make it Bruno. I wanted you to come by to see what I was PERSONALLY into, come here baby....take care of me Bruno, make me your bitch" i hesitate to do what she wants me to but then again i remember how much i admired her at our first meet. "Start with the ice cubes baby. They're snapped specially for my liking, when you see them i think you'll know what to do with them and how to make them work." She says smiling. I walk over to the bucket of ice cubes that are shaped into thick drumsticks. I grab one. As soon as i grab one she opens her legs fast. I get between her legs and take her lace panties off. I take the ice and slowly put the tip in her. I look up at her biting her lip and moaning. I stop because I think its hurting her. "DONT STOP BABY, PUT IT DEEPER" she says screaming. "Don't be shy Bruno!" She continues on talking to me. I stick the ice deeper, in and out and in and out. The more I push it the more it comes out slippery from her. "Taste it baby" she says lifting her head up. I put the ice around my lips slowly then I stick it in my mouth and taste it. The coldness from the ice and her natural beautiful taste make me feel so good. Before I knew it I got harder and harder. I couldn't hold myself back anymore so I climbed on top of her and stuck my penis in her as far as it could go. I wanted it to surprise her and kinda hurt since I knew that's kinda how she liked stuff. I rode inside her harder and harder and deeper and deeper until her cum ran down to my legs. She was the best I ever had and the wettest. She showed me she was done with a huge moan. She started running my backs and I laid down to the side while breathing hard. She smiled and held my chest and said "I bet you wouldn't ever believe that a 40 year old could take something like that huh?" "Well....i guess love has no number" I say kissing her lips. ========================(RANDOM IMAGINE #11) I love my baby! She's been there with me for years l. We've always talked about our future and children. She's always mentioned our future and how well things will be. But it was odd to me that she never mentioned sex when talking about the children. Her not talking about it made me suspicious. It made me think that she was unable to have them or maybe she wanted to adopt. One day while we were in bed about to go to sleep the thought came to me. I leaned over and asked her "Baby, what do you think about us having babies soon" she looked at me with a blank stare after I said it. I continued "Babe please tell me how you feel about it.....are you.....able to?" I say holding her hand "what do you mean ABLE TO?" she says looking confused. "I mean like...we've never talked about what we'd HAVE to do to have the babies" she looked at me with a blank stare and said "OH NO...baby! No. I'm able to, its just that I was always scared about the sex part." I look at her with a lifeless stare "But why baby?" "Well Bruno, the thing is that I've never had sex before and the thought of it was just always scary and I didn't know if it would hurt or not" she said holding my hand with a tight grip. "Don't worry sweetie, ill make you comfortable when I do it." I say smiling at her. "Okay then" she says smiling back. I pull her shirt over her head and slip her pajama bottoms off. I pull out my hard penis, she looks at it and closes her eyes. I rub it on her thigh and she gasps"its okay, its not even in yet" I say with a small laugh. I rub the tip on her clit slowly up and down "Ooooohhh that feels so good" she says throwing her head back. "See, I told you" I say holding her breasts in my hand and squeezing softly. I stop the teasing and I stick it in slowly. "uhhhhhhhhhhhh brunoooo" she says in a slow whisper. Her warm voice on my ear makes me stiffen up and go a little faster. With each stroke she cries out and screams my name. My strokes are long and deep and get faster then slower then faster then slower. The teasing with her body and biting her nipples as I do it sends sweaty down my neck. I start to feel scratches all over my back and my hair getting pulled its such a good feeling to me and her at the same time. We go and go and go until her warm juices surround my waist and stomach. She came so hard. I'm sure this first time of hers would be something that she would remember for a lifetime. =======================(RANDOM IMAGINE #12) This summer may have been the best yet. Such beautiful weather and gorgeous skies. Its nothing like the outdoor s. Especially when you spend it with someone you love. I looked over at her to see her looking up at the clouds blankly. Only if she knew what I felt, only if I knew she felt the same way. She caught me looking into her eyes the other day while we were on our daily coffee day out. After years of an awesome friendship with her and having the excitement of someone liking everything you like naturally shouldn't be messed up or turned awkward by the secret love and feelings you have for that person. I just wanna kiss her and hug her oh my goodness I know I'll never find anot- "Bruno, do you think you could drop me off at the house" she says cutting off my thoughts. "Yes, of course" I say while perking up. I realized this would be my chance to tell her how I felt. We walk up to the coffee shop's driveway and we jump in my all blue Cadi. The whole way to her house I tried to think out what I was gonna say. Minutes pass and we end up at her house. "Thanks Bruno, see ya later bro. Are we still on for coffee tomorrow"? She says stepping out of the car. " of course girl, you already know" I say screaming as she walked to her front door and reached for her keys. "What a scary ass" I say to myself. I talked all that shit about what I felt and what I was gonna do, look now. I say laughing to myself before pulling off. "WAIT" I say pushing the break. "I gotta do this" *screams* "(YOUR NAME) come here girl" I didn't know what I was doing or what part of me gave me the courage to call her back but it was taking me over. (YOUR NAME) Walked over to the car and leaned on the open window. "Yes Bruno"? " Look (YOUR NAME) I've been holding this in for a long while now, I just wanted to let you know that.......I'm in love with you and I just can't help it, I mean like I didn't want this to mess up our friendship AT ALL its just th- "Bruno, I've felt the same exact way about you. Its just that I was scared of the same thing you were scared of" she says cutting me off once again. "(YOUR NAME) "ARE YOU SERIOUS" I say giggling. "Oh wow, well that sure as hell took alotttttt off my shoulders" I say still nervously giggling. "I love you Bruno, so much" she started to give me googly eyes and she started to lick and bite her soft lips. "Why don't you come show me how much you love me" I say spreading my legs looking at her. "Maybeeee I will" She said walking to the side allowing me to pull up in the drive way. Before I could even make it completely into the driveway she swung the car door open on my side and hopped on my lap. Closed the door and started to unbutton my pants. I felt her warm hands rub my penis while her other hand pulled my pants down halfway. She then lifted her skirt and ripped a hole in her panties on the crotch part, grabbed me and shoved me inside her. My fantasy came to life finally. She was so damn wet. She had enough cum for the both of us. It was dripping non stop. So much that it was on her thighs. She demanded I'd grab and rub her ass and thigh s ad she rode me back and forth making the car shake. I stopped the rubbing and lifted off her shirt. While she was rocking back and forth I was able to catch her breast in my mouth over and over again. She was gushy, we could go all night but her body made me tap out eventually. From that day on we agreed that our new dates wouldn't just be coffee related.

[lavenderek]

i'm irritated bc sometimes at work - very rarely, quite frankly - if i get stuck at the front register i read in between customers. which isn't to say i don't have other stuff to get done; and which also isn't to say i don't get that stuff done! but one (1) of the shift leads, carrie, hates it she has caught me maybe three times in the two years i've been working there, and she's always like put it away NO!!! and like this reminds me distinctly of being told to clean my room as a kid and how i would find a book i hadn't read in a while and open it up to flip through it in between bursts of cleaning, and my mother always happened to show up right when i opened the thing and she'd be like STOP PLAYING and i would be like IM NOT but of course literally no one listens to the protests of a person who is in trouble so like of course this makes me feel hounded and stifled and angry and like she has two kids, one is thirteen and the other is eleven i think, so she's already in this perpetual mindset of the loving yet stern behavior police. i get that! but i'm 100 years old lmfao i'm not her son! and this isn't the only thing i do that she has to try to police, either, she doesn't like the way i mop (i mop the way i do bc it brings about empirically better results and takes half as long and is half as much work) and she tried to be like YOU NEED TO QUIT SMOKING GIRL HAHA when i had a cold last month and coughed in front of her, like, she has no idea how often i smoke (it's like twice a month, irregularly), and one time i took a fifteen minute break and when i reached the fifteenth minute she came out and was like COME ON BETH YOUVE BEEN OUT HERE FOREVER and idk if y'all can tell from this post but she's Mom and you can't say "but" when Mom is yelling at you, bc she won't believe you or alter her opinion a month or two ago she came up and was Momming about closing tasks (like nancy and i are grown ass women and we've been working at walgreens for a while, we don't actually need carrie to come up and tell us which closing tasks to do every night. because they're the same every night.) and i was covering nancys break right then so i just said ok and she walked away. and then i looked in a magazine for maybe thirty seconds when carrie showed back up like OH AND ONE MORE THING DONT FORGET TO FACE -- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!!! and i was like oh my god fine holy shit like she makes me feel like i'm fourteen again and after nancy came back carrie showed up and interrupted my closing tasks to be like TECHNICALLY I SHOULD HAVE ASKED YOU TO CLOCK OUT AND GO HOME AND SEE [STORE MANAGER] IN THE MORNING AND DONT THINK I WONT and then the next day she kept being like extra nice to me and praising me for every thing i did like trying to make up for being totally batshit the night before, but it came across as super condescending because she was praising me for doing shit that i do every day anyway last night we were pretty busy, so after i finished all my tasks i didn't bother leaving the register, since i'd have to come back and ring up a customer fifteen seconds later anyway, and i had this book sitting over by the register. i hadn't even had a chance to look at it in like half an hour when she came up and was like beth :/ you need to keep your books in your locker. and i was like 👀k like she wasn't even the manager on shift right then, she was a mid; tray was the closing manager and as long as i get my shit done he doesn't give a fuck what i do ten minutes later, i am still with customers and haven't had a chance to touch the book - which, it's not even a good book! i was just looking at it because it was on the shelf up front already. and she fucking comes up to me and goes like :) i'll watch the front register while you go put your book in your locker. :) and i'm like 👀👀👀👀👀k and i go throw the stupid thing in my locker so she'll stop coming up and interrupting my work to make sure i'm not reading and after she left tray told me she had pulled him aside and been like MAKE SURE SHE DOESNT HAVE HER BOOK and told him abt the magazine incident, and tray was like 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀k like she is the only one who cares, not even assistant store manager cares, as long as i what ✋️👂? GET MY FUCKING WORK DONE which i do! and i do it faster and better than carrie does! so!!!!! anyway. she's gonna start being a doula (sp?) this year and she said she might have to step down from shift lead and cut her hours for it, and that, i am looking forward to that possibility because i fucking hate closing with her.

[be-the-script]

The curious inhabitants of the Bwao district

Chapter 5/6:  Where Namjoon deserves a medal for not killing his students

Word count: 2,928

A/N: images from here

As the party at Jin’s had ended late in the afternoon, the 95z decided to go to the PC room before going home. They played a while, laughing at their English teacher's determination to make them study.

It was night-time when they finally left. The streets were pretty calm as the temperature was quickly dropping.

They reached streets with a bad lighting.

“Hey imagine if a murderer attacked us.”

“He wouldn’t even have the time to yell that I would’ve already punched his face!”

“You'd have to be quicker than me for that! The guy wouldn’t even have the time to land in front of us that I would’ve already made him spit his teeth!”

“No one stands a chance against us!”

"Even the mafia should be wary of us!"

“Exactly!! As long as we can hit, it’s alright!"

"And we'll always find a way to hit anyone who dares looking down on us!"

“Yeah! ... But what about ghosts then?”

“Gh-ghosts?”

“Even if you hit them you can’t hurt them. Imagine if the spirit of someone was around right now and that we pissed him off by being here!”

“Don’t be an idiot! Why would a spirit attack us?!"

“... We should go home.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to be killed by an invisible being.”

“Then don’t talk and just hurry, I don’t want to be dragged into hell!”

They hadn't even realised they were hugging each other while looking at every dark corner as if the infamous spirit was going to suddenly appear.

“But... What if we’ve already been cursed?”

“Cursed?!”

“Yeah, maybe the spirit cursed us and will torment us for three days before coming to kill us!”

“Oh my god, we angered a spirit, what are we gonna do?! We don’t even have a tape to make someone watch!”

“We have to find the mysterious old book with skulls all over the cover! Our salvation must be in it!”

“Wait, isn’t finding the book usually the reason why the characters are cursed?”

“Oh yeah, you’re right... But what about our situation then?!”

“Kong Suyun!”

“Heh?”

“Kong Suyun! The girl who's in love with Jungkook! She probably put a spell on us to eliminate her opponents!”

“True that she’s suspicious as fuck... Eh! Why was I dragged in YOUR problems?!”

“Well, you’re my best friend.”

“Excuse me?!”

“My bro, the ultimate friend, my spiritual twin, my faithful dog, the guy who’s a very wonderful person and that will not abandon me to some evil spirit, right??”

“Yeah, you’re right! And maybe you’re the only one who’s cursed after all!”

“...”

“But don’t worry Chimchim! I’ll protect you from the evil witch!”

“Well said Taetae!”

"But wait, why would she curse you if you already let go of Jungkook?"

"Oh right... Maybe it's a curse working like a time bomb? Maybe she thinks I insulted Jungkookie by renouncing to him?"

"That insane witch! A man has the right to love whomever he wants!!"

"Yeah!"

Their little paranoia had occupied them until the crossroad where they were supposed to separate. They were still tightly holding each other.

"Hey, it's kinda cold tonight and your house is closer. Would mind if I crash there?" Taehyung asked trying to control the tone of his voice.

Jimin accepted immediately and they hurried toward his home. Once there, they decided to both sleep in Jimin's bed, because it would be a bother to take out the futon, right?

Namjoon groaned as his clock rang thirty minutes earlier than usual. It was Monday and he was going to make Park Jimin come at school whether the cutie wanted it or not.

Once he was ready he went directly to the student's house. He knew Mr and Mrs Park were already at work so he didn't beat around the bush and directly yelled.

"Park Jimin! You'd better be ready and in front of me in five minutes! Or else I'll come fetch you and drag you to school even if you're still in your underwear!"

There was a moment of silence until a window opened and two heads became visible.

"Noisy noisy Mr Kim!" Taehyung screamed back, clearly only half awake.

"I already told you I was not coming!" Jimin added to it.

The three of them kept yelling at each other until the two boys disappeared again. Namjoon raised an eyebrow. Could it be that Taehyung had had enough and was about to kick his best friend out of his own house just to go back to sleep? He remembered the boy had already scared to death half of the girls of his class when they were talking during his nap. And they wouldn't be stupid enough to try something like escaping, right? With that idea in head, the professor was quite surprised to see the two delinquents go out, both in their uniform.

"Mr Kim we have to talk!"

"Yeah, it's a matter of life or death!"

"And as you're our teacher you have to protect us!"

"What are you talking about?! Anyway, we don't have the time now, Jimin come with me. Taehyung, go back to your home and take off your uniform you're currently expelled!" Namjoon answered, ignoring the boys' complaints.

Despite his orders the two of them actually followed him, asking continuously for his attention about that important topic. In front of the school, they had just the time to run to the classroom so Namjoon didn't bother with keeping Taehyung out of the establishment. He would kick him out during the break, whatever. But once inside both students just stood in front of him, asking for protection. Namjoon gritted his teeth. He was tempted to expel both of them but it would basically be their win, yet he had better things to do than listening. As a last resort, he decided to just use force to push Taehyung out of the room while keeping Jimin in, hoping it would be enough.

But he didn't expect the smaller one would grab him by the waist. The surprise made him move his arm and before he knew it, he had accidentally punched the Daegu boy in the face.

A terrified silence followed, everyone thinking that Taehyung, currently on the ground with a hand on his face, was about to stand up and attack their teacher.

The boy indeed got to his feet, his head still low and a menacing aura emanating from him. Except that when he lifted his face toward Namjoon he had stars in his eyes.

"That punch!! Teach me your way Sunbaenim!!"

"What did you call me?!"

"I can't believe it! The stories are under the reality, you're so great Namjoon Sunbaenim!!"

"Don't call me Sunbae I'm your English teacher Kim Taehyung!!!"

"Hyung?"

"That's worse!!"

"Aniki?"

"Don't use Japanese during English lesson!"

"Boss!!!"

"No! Stop it now, I'm your teacher and that's how you have to address me!"

"No, I can't ignore such an incredible technique you have to teach me!!"

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose. It would never end with that air-head, he had to use duplicity.

"Okay, I'll teach you but you have to leave the school for now."

"Yes!"

The young man quickly made his exit, Namjoon having to grab Jimin to keep him from following the other one. Which obviously led to another tantrum, Mr Park asking for the protection of his friend. After another ten minutes of arguing and Jungkook jumping in because "Sir, ignore them, I want my lesson!! And to know why people don't wear anything under a kilt!", they finally settled with Sexy Mochi inside and Baby Tiger outside but ready to burst in if his friend needed help. Namjoon thought he was the one needing help the most right now.

  they finally settled with Sexy Mochi inside and Baby Tiger outside

Of course, he had just bought a little break with his promise. So at the end of the day, he was faced once again with a very eager to learn Kim Taehyung and his usual accomplice. He was about to find another reason to escape the thing when he noticed Jungkook ready to jump on him as soon as he was done with the two. Choosing the lesser of two evils, he stayed with the two older ones - at least they were easy to deceive.

They walked together to Seokjin's restaurant, the boys taking the occasion to finally explain that Namjoon had to protect them from Kong Suyun's witchcraft. The adult wondered what he had done in his previous life to deserve that. Well, at least it was funny to see the two idiots frightened by their own imagination. After Jimin noticed him behind them and invited him, Jungkook ended up walking with them.

At the restaurant, they all relaxed, welcomed by the delicious smell of food promising a good meal. Namjoon joined his dear brother and Yoongi at the bar while the students went to the couch and armchair in the back. He couldn't help but frown when he noticed his dear brother clad in orange. Couldn't he wear something normal like a white button-up and black pants like the teacher? They were the rice cake brothers after all, so close that no one could ever separate them for long, they would always stick back together!

 The dinner followed soon after. It was rather calm if you except the moment Taehyung decided to relate the events of the morning. Hoseok scolded his younger brother for giving a bad example to his students. Yoongi also made sure to add Taehyung would find a better mentor in him because he was a real man from Daegu and Namjoon was just a former thug. Namjoon answered that as for him, he had at least finished growing up and maturing. The imminent fight was stopped in its tracks by Hoseok hitting both of the men on the head and ordering them to apologize to each other. They grumbled at each other.

The next weekend, Namjoon and Taehyung met by the river. The English teacher had ended up accepting to mentor the delinquent after an idea had popped into his mind.

He had never seen Taehyung so eager to learn. The boy had his eyes fixed on him, his brows slightly frowned in concentration. It was a bit frustrating honestly.

Namjoon took a breath.

"Welcome to your private lesson on how to become... a strong man. I won't go easy on you, it's a tough path needing both a strong mind and a strong body. Do you still want to try?"

"Yes, boss!!" Taehyung answered with too much enthusiasm for Namjoon.

"Then we'll start the training. First will be push-ups, get ready!!"

The boy immediately got in position.

"Good, now with each push-up you'll repeat the words I say."

"Yes, boss!!"

Namjoon tried not to cringe too much at the honorific. He cleared his throat and said.

"Arise, arose, arisen!"

"Arise, arose, arisen!" Taehyung mimicked after lowering himself to the ground, his accent a bit rough.

"Awake, awoke, awoken!"

"Awake, awoke, awoken!" The student screamed back, not even realizing what he was saying.

"Be, was, been!"

"Be has-been!" Namjoon held a chuckle back.

"No, be, was, been!"

They kept going until they reached twenty verbs and then Namjoon made him repeat again but while doing abs. While it was quite funny to see Kim Taehyung in that situation, Namjoon was also a bit despaired by the fact the kid hadn't picked up on anything.

They were taking a break when the rumble of a motor got closer. A bright red bike was approaching them. Taehyung immediately recognised Jimin on his father's bike and stood up to wave at him. The bike stopped near them and the driver took off his helmet, revealing a pouty Busan boy.

"You, traitor! You abandoned me!!"

"Sorry Jiminnie, I'm training to become stronger!! After that, I'll be able to protect you!"

"Forget it, neither you nor Mr Kim would do against a witch anyway. So I'm going to the temple!"

"The temple?" Namjoon asked after listening to their conversation.

"Exactly! I'm going to pray to obtain help from a god!! Kong Suyun won't stand a chance ha! ha!"

With that, Jimin put his helmet back, put on the motor and went to put an end to the spell that had been put on him.

Namjoon was waiting in front of the chicken restaurant. He had given money to Taehyung and sent him to buy their meals. Finally, after months of privation, he was going to eat Seokjin's lunchbox again! In a way, it was only justice to send Taehyung, as the boy was 50% responsible for why Namjoon couldn't stay alone with Seokjin anymore. Just thinking about it sent a shiver up his spine.

They came back to the river and ate, Namjoon taking the occasion to explain about a famous boss named Hamlet. Taehyung nodded fervently to everything his teacher said, with food filling his cheeks and reinforcing his puppy look.

After an afternoon similar to the morning, the mentor and his now dead-tired but also ecstatic student went to Hwagae Market. Namjoon kept finding advantages to having Taehyung with him. Like right now, the boy was explaining his progress to his fellow Daegu compatriot, making this one tear up with laughter when he started reciting the holy words he had learnt today and leaving Namjoon able to discuss freely with his brother and prepare for the birthday.

...leaving Namjoon able to discuss freely with his brother and prepare for the birthday.

Taehyung's training kept going every day. They would meet after the class and do the same kind of exercises.

"He still hasn't noticed?" Jungkook asked as he was sitting next to Namjoon, both of them looking at Taehyung running. The boy was very displeased with that whole situation taking his favourite teacher away from him. He had even ended talking to Jimin - who was also very bored without his Taetae - and to his utmost horror, he had actually enjoyed the time they had spent together!

"Nope~" Namjoon had difficulties hiding how much fun he was having.

"But Sir, that's favouritism!" The boy pouted.

"If it bothers you that much, you can join him. I'm planning to tell him about Macbeth next. Even if he doesn't know it, at least he'll be familiar with Shakespeare."

"Oh! Sir! Sir! Did Shakespeare shook pears?"

"... Was that a Seokjin's level joke?"

"No! Now, tell me how someone could be named shaker of fruits!!!" Jungkook was way too interested as always.

No matter how Namjoon tried to avoid the subjects, the boy wouldn't give up. As the answer was easy to find this time, Namjoon quickly took out his phone.

"Nothing to do with pears, it actually means spearman. It's a man fighting with a spear," he read.

"Oh, okay."

Sometimes the reality was a bit disappointing honestly.

Taehyung couldn't sleep. He was too impressed by Macbeth-sunbaenim. He had won against the king to become king himself!! Just like the witches had said! Should he go to Kong Suyun to ask her about his destiny? Maybe he would also become the king of Daegu! ... Did it mean he would have to kill Yoongi?

And if he became king, there wouldn't be any problem to buy a big house to live in with Jimin and his dog!!

He remembered Boss Kim mentioning a best friend but vaguely. What was his name already? Bankrupt? Banquet? He and Macbeth seemed to love each other dearly, he hoped he could stay like that with Jimin too!!

It was a pity his mentor hadn't talked more about it, he wanted to know more!

Realisation hit him. Hoseok!! He was Boss Kim's brother, he must know something!!

Too excited, he got out of his bed, put on a hoodie and silently escaped by his window.

He and Macbeth seemed to love each other dearly, he hoped he could stay like that with Jimin too!!

Hoseok was peacefully dreaming of dancing sunflowers while hugging his cute horse plushie until a gigantic red snake came out of nowhere and coiled itself around his arm.

He yelled, fighting desperately for freedom. He opened his eyes and realised Kim Taehyung was shaking him. Hoseok sighed in relief but screamed once again as his door was thrown open.

"SeokSeok!! What's wrong!!?"

It was Yoongi, wearing just his Kumamon boxer and holding a baseball bat. As soon as he noticed Taehyung perched on top of his life partner, worry let place to anger.

"Yah! What are you doing here?!"

"Don't mind me Mr Yoongi! I'm just here to ask something to Mr Hoseok," the boy answered as if it was the most natural thing in the world to enter people's room through their window in the middle of the night.

Yoongi didn't have any of that nonsense and entered the room to grab the kid and drag him out. Taehyung clung to the bed and tried to talk with Hoseok.

"Boss Kim talked to me about Macbeth, I want to know more!!"

Yoongi made him let go and started dragging him out.

"Macbeth? Are you talking about the book?" Hoseok asked in return, tilting his head.

"There's a book?! I have to..." Taehyung had been successfully thrown out.

It was the first time Taehyung entered the library with the intention to read a book. Usually, he came to pick up Jimin who liked to read his mangas here. It took him a while but he eventually found a book titled Macbeth. And eventually, he understood the real meaning of everything he had been taught recently...

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