#one day I’ll write just fluff ab them again

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2nd demonkicks fic where Ashe cries yahoo :3

This is the one with that clip I posted awhile ago that I didn’t remember writing at all

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Simptember 2024.

Day 4 - Comparison.

Tamaki Amajiki x fem!Reader.

{Shoto Todoroki}

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/n: I am planning a second part that will be released later on… also I love Tamaki and kinda really hate how I wrote him in this one, so I might try to redeem myself in the future with a sweet Tamaki fluff/smut… but who knows🤷‍♀️

Part two - Shoto Todoroki: To you

Summary: compared to your step-brother and tormented by him constantly, until you find something, or rather someone he can’t take away from you… is this person a blessing or yet another way for him to toy with you.

Word count: 4k

CW: NSFW and adult content, college AU, quirkless AU, parental issues, drinking, ab*se, other dark themes… step-brother!Todoroki, oral (f!receiving), doggy style, fingering, masturbating, dirty talk, casual sex, nipple play.

You despised your mother, you absolutely hated her and it was all because she went on to find happiness and remarried, with her new happiness and husband came his son… shoto… mister fricking perfect. The son she always wanted and from that day on you’d be constantly compared to your older step-brother, every grade you got shoto had already received, nothing was every good enough anymore, and yet you kept trying.

Though you thought that once you finished high school you’d be rid of him, however he must have seen your plans for college and decided to follow them, so you were livid when he announced he’d be attending the college you dreamed of attending and he was also excepted into the exact program you wanted to study, you struggled to contain your anger. Later that night you scolded him… “you’ve already ruined my high school reputation, can’t you just leave me alone!” You shouted not worried about your parents as they’d gone out for drinks with the neighbours, “can’t you just let me have this!” You cried and grabbed the scruff of shoto’s shirt, “I fucking hate you!” You yelled into his emotionless face, “I hate you so fucking much!” Suddenly without warning Shoto’s face contorted into an expression you’d never seen before, the older teen grabbed your face and pulled you in close, “that’s no way to speak to your big brother…” He focused you back into the wall and gripping your face tighter to the point you were certain your teeth would break, “right?” He spat out and banged your head back into the wall, you sobbed out a ‘yes’ before the boy let you go, you fell down to the ground and shoto place a hand on your head, “be a good girl and respect your elder brother… got it?” His voice was soothing and relaxed as he softly brushed his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful and giving it a yank, shoto left the room and you were left on the ground shocked and confused.

Despite whatever you said or did to Shoto, he’d never reacted, in all honesty his apathy pissed you off to no end, however today he terrified you. You had certainly said things far worse then ‘I hate you’ and you’ve been far more physical with him, going as far as hitting and kicking him, however he’d never even so much as flinched, but today he look as though he was about ready to kill you. You were sure that from that moment onwards you’d never fight him, or anger him again.

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You sat in your college elective classroom, it was filled with all different students, some where in your year while others were not, you watched one of your upperclassmen longingly as he sat three rows in front of you. Tamaki Amajiki, he was a shy but incredibly polite and so gentlemanly, he was also very handsome, Tamaki was your ideal guy but he of course, didn’t know it, you were still trying to gain enough courage to tell him. You watched Tamaki write all the notes on the screen into his notebook, “alright, this elective is going to have lots of group projects so I’m going to let you choose your groups, it must be 4 to 5 in each group and choose wisely as this will be your group for the rest of the year” the professor explained and before you could look down at Tamaki you were startled by his soft voice next to you, “hey let’s work together” he stated and he stood next to your table, you looked up at him and smiled, he returned it with a soft smile of his own and continued on speaking “it’s good to work with people you know” you moved over one seat and offered your previous seat to him, which he took with a smile, before being able to continue with your conversation two others came over, a couple who were the same age as your step brother and were even in his class in high school. “Hey can we join your group” the small brunette with round cheeks asked, you looked at them sceptically before nodding, the four of you sat down but before you could begin planning for the project another person asked to join your group, “it looks like all the other groups are full and the ones that aren’t, are full of people I don’t know” you looked up to see your step-brother standing over your table, “our group is full…” you state nonchalantly, learning back in your chair and pointing to another group that only had three members, “that group needs one more person… go there” you smirk and you can see a slightest hint of that look he gave you all those years ago, “oh yeah… you don’t want me around?” Shoto tilted his head and folded his arms over his chest, ‘yes’ you thought eyeing him. “Of course not todoroki-kun, we’d love to have you apart of our group” stated the green hair guy and you glanced over to him, a glare playing on your features, ‘of fucking course… get your damn friends here to help you out’ you looked down at your note book and felt someone tap your shoulder, “it is alright, isn’t it?” Asked Tamaki with a weak smile and you nodded, “that’s good… I’m okay with it, if you are” he stated and you smiled brightly, a blushed growing on your cheek, you could always count on Tamaki… and yet you were still too much of a coward to ask him out.

You laid back in bed watching the ceiling, your mind wandered to earlier in the day, to the way Tamaki touched your hand when passing you the group notes, you found your hand moving up to your chest, your fingers brushing over your breast, before you softly pinched your clothed nipple, you whimpered and your legs instinctively pressed together, as you gently rolled your nipple between your thumb and index finger, your other hand then slowly moving down your body, your hand lifted your night shirt and you pressed a finger against your bundle of nerves, you moaned out before your hand occupying your chest moved to your mouth, you lightly rubbed circles on your clothed clit. You moaned into your hand and your hips bucked every so often, it felt so good, too good, but it just wasn’t enough, you brought your other hand down to your panties, before you cautiously moved the damp fabric to the side, your middle finger rubbing against your opening daring to enter, “Tamaki… fuck me Tamaki” you softly gasped out as you bucked your hips, however just as your finger was about to venture in, your phone began to ring.

Snapping out of your lust fuelled haze, sitting up and grabbing your phone, you answered it without thinking, “hello…” you huffed and moved to quickly fixed yourself, “uh hi… I was… uh wondering if… if we- if we could go for drinks tonight” Tamaki said into the phone, you looked at the clock it was late and you had already gotten into your pyjamas, however Tamaki was asking you out for fricking drinks. “Yes… yeah I’d like too, we can get food too” you smiled and took a deep breath, trying to calm your heart, “where should we go?” You asked, standing and walking to your closet to grab something to wear, “the xx bar on xx street, near the train station” he spoke and you nodded as if he could see you, that bar was a hot spot for couples and people to meet up for casual hookups, before you could get caught up in your thoughts he spoke again “let’s meet at xx station across the road from the bar, in an hour” Tamaki stated “yeah, I’ll see you there… bye” you giggled and hung up the phone, you sat up and began kicking your legs in excitement, before you quickly got up and start trying on dresses before settling on a black bodycon dress with a deep v neckline filled in with mesh, then moving onto your hair and make up.

“Wow, you looked like a whore” your head snapped around to look at the man leaning against your doorframe, you rolled your eyes and scoffed, “oh yeah, I heard scumbag guys like you liked whores…” you stated as you stood up and fixed the bottom of the dress and your heels, before straightening up and looking directly at shoto, “so you complaining or what?” You snapped and began to walk out of your bed room, now that you are ready there’s no need to be standing around talking to him, “yeah you’re right, guys like me do like whores… so you think if you dress like that, he’ll fuck ya” shoto chuckled and you sighed just as you reached the door, you looked back at him from the front door with a smile, “oh I’m planning on it… but so was he, why else would he invite me to xx bar” you hummed and placed a hand on door handle turning it too leave, however he stopped you, “and how do you expect your virgin ass to get him off, I’m certain you haven’t even seen a dick before let alone ride on one.” Shoto barked out a laugh, “let me help you, I’ll teach you the art of pleasuring a man” he smirked and began to walk towards you, “there’s no need, I’ve slept with people before sho-chan… thanks for the offer but I’m sure I’ll show Tamaki-Senpai a really good time” you smile and left out the front door not giving him a chance to speak.

You stepped off the train and instantly spotted Tamaki, the man stood with his back against the wall, his usually unruly hair that fell over his eyes was pulled back and neat, he had a black medical mask covering his face, he also wore a pair of black slacks, a black t shirt that clung tightly to his chest and arms, a navy green blazer, a long black overcoat and plain dress shoes.

Tamaki looked up at you and a shy smile played on his face under the mask, you walked over to him and watched as he straightened up, “your dress is very pretty” he glanced down at the large open on the front of the dress as he complimented you, as he took your arm and began to guide you out of the train station, you weren’t expecting Tamaki to act as forward as he was but you had to admit you liked it. “Thank you Tamaki, you look very handsome tonight” you smiled as you began walking towards the bar that stood right across from the train station. The bar was loud and crowded, filled with all sorts of people, you were certain you wouldn’t be able to find a seat with how full it was, however Tamaki spoke to the doorman and you were then both directed to a small booth by a server in less then five minutes of waiting, you slid into the small booth and looked around in awe, “I reserved this spot a little while ago” he mumbled and slid into the booth moving right next to you so that his thigh was pressed against yours, you turned to him “you knew I’d accept your offer?” You teasingly whispered leaning forward and reaching for his mask pulling it down, Tamaki moved in closer and rested his arm around the back of the chair, “I get the feeling you want me as much as I want you” he whispered in your ear, you moved your hand to his upper thighs and squeezed it, “if you’re implying you want to do me… then yeah, I feel the same” you visibly pressed your legs together, you felt Tamaki shift before leaning further into your ear, “I want it more then anything” he shakily whispered grabbing your shoulder tightly “then should we go-“ you began to ask but before you could finish a server brought your table a couple of menus, “here are your menus, do you have an ideas of what you’d like or should I come back?” She asked with a polite smile, “oh umm… we’ll have some Edamame, Karaage, Gyoza and Yakitori… and a few rounds of beer” Tamaki’s voice shook slightly as he ordered, but it was like he knew exactly what to get, by the way he didn’t once even glance at the menus, before passing them back while putting in his order, “of course sir” the server smiled and left, “I’m impressed, a man who knows what he wants” you giggled and Tamaki’s face went bright red before he began to stumble out a string of jumbled sentences, you laughed even more “I’m only teasing you” you sighed and grinned, Tamaki grabbed your waist and leant into your ear, “but you’re right… I do know what I want” he whispered shakily as his lips lingered over your ear for a little while longer, now it was your turn to go red in the face.

You and Tamaki continued to tease and chat with each other as you drank and ate, though as suddenly as the atmosphere became comfortable and at ease, it suddenly became tense again as the food and alcohol had ran out and now you were both left tipsy and waiting for the other to make their move, “shall we…” you started but quickly closed your mouth and pressed your thigh so closely against Tamaki’s, your leg was practically resting atop his own, “yes, if you want that” he spoke unsure if this was the right thing, you nodded “where could we go? My step-brother’s home and you have housemates…” you looked out into the crowd of people, Tamaki’s hand brushing over your legs and his fingers tickled just under the hem of your tight dress, “I booked a hotel room, let me take you there” you look at him in shock but nodded and grabbed his hand pulling him out of the booth, before leading him out of the restaurant.

Despite the busyness of the city streets all the sounds and people were drowned out, by the sound of your heart racing and the feel of Tamaki’s hand creeping lower and lower down your back, time seemed to move quickly and slowly at the same time, but before you could spiral you found yourself in the lobby of a large hotel, you weren’t too sure where you were exactly but in was so fancy, Tamaki walked through the lobby to the elevator not stopping at the reception desk, “don’t we need to check in?” You asked and Tamaki shook his head, “I checked in earlier, I didn’t think I could handle the embarrassment of the receptionist knowing what we’re about to do” he explained in a quick voice, “I see…” you hummed watching the numbers on the elevator go higher and higher, you hadn’t even realized Tamaki had pressed the button for the very top floor, “so what are you planning to do to me?” You whispered and looked up at him before leaning in and pecking him lips, with a red face Tamaki gulped and grabbed a handful of your ass, “whatever I want” he whispered and became so red, you began to get worried, “I’m sorry, let’s lay off on the dirty talk” you hummed and looked at one of the many mirrors in the elevator, “don’t be sorry, Mirio said I should be more forward” he spoke and gave your butt a squeeze, you turned to him to say something however before you could your lips were captured in a needy kiss, your fingers tangled in his hair and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you moaned as your tongues danced.

The elevator beeped and you both pulled apart, before hastily exiting and speedily walking down the hall to your room, Tamaki fumbled with the key slightly but once the card was scanned and the door was unlocked, he quickly opened the door and lead you into the room. The room was beautiful but you weren’t able to focus on it for long as you remember the reason you were in this very fancy hotel room.

You turned to Tamaki who was sitting on the bed preparing himself for what was about you come, you walked over to him and stood before him, “have you done it before…?” You asked and reached for the straps of the dress, you pulled the top of your dress down to rest on your hip, allowing your breasts to bounce freely on display for the man sitting before you, “I have” he hummed and reached up for your breasts, massaging them and pinching your nipples, Tamaki then leaned in and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples to suckle on it and lick over the sensitive bud every so often. Tamaki’s hands moved down your body slowly, while continuing his attack on your chest, tickling your skin before settling his hands on your hips, however just as you thought he was done he pulled your dress up over your hips, making the material bunch up on your waist, Tamaki then moved his hands to your ass where he squeezed and moulded your flesh, he twisted the side of your thong around his finger for a moment as he pulled away from you and looked down at the sheer fabric, that had been soaked through. “I wanna prepare you, but I’m aching so badly” he whispered and you leant down, “I was in the middle of preparing myself when you called me…” you whispered in his ear and watched as said ear went red, you grabbed his hand and pressed his fingers against the crouch of your panties, “see I’m ready, I can’t wait any longer” you whined and Tamaki’s fingers rubbed over the wet patch on your panties before he slowly pulled the fabric to the side and slid a finger inside you, you gasped and grabbed his shoulders as he caught off guard by the suddenness, Tamaki stood and placed his free hand on the back of your thigh before lifting you and walking you around the bed, only to then placed you in the centre, before climbing on the bed and settling between your legs.

“I thought we were going to get straight into it” you moan as Tamaki’s fingers curled in you, he hummed and nodded “you’re right…” he avoided eye contact before he leant back and grabbed your hips, he then gently guided you to turn over onto your stomach, “let’s do it like this” he whispered, while pulling your hips up and back towards him. You heard Tamaki fiddling with something before you saw him place his wallet on the side table, you looked back and watched as the man shifted and removed his clothing before picking up a small square wrapper off the bed, you watched intensely as he slid off his boxers and opened the condom wrapper to then slid it on effortlessly, like he’d done this a thousand times before. Tamaki looked up and saw you watching him, “oh… umm… should I…” he stumbled over a half coherent sentence, you nodded and turned to look forward, “yeah let’s start” you also started to feel your confidence slipping from you, however before you could even work to start rebuilding it, Tamaki decided he was done waiting and with a deep breath he slipped his tip into you.

You moaned and reached back for his hand, that had settled itself onto your hip, while the other held tightly onto the back of your thigh, with a deep cuss and a tightening grip he slid fully into you, you throw your head back and moaned loudly at the fullness.

“Tamaki… please” you begged in desperation at the way his hips moved so gently, “more… hard… harder” you cried trying to move your hips back into him, but because of the hold on them he had, it was completely impossible, leaving you even more needy. You looked back at him and saw he was already watching you, your face heated up and you were certain that now the tables had turned, Tamaki was now the more confident, more assertive person in this dynamic, he smiled softly and gave you one hard thrust that shoved you into the mattress, you gasped and gripped onto the bed sheets, before you knew it one hard thrust became two, and two became three, until a steady pace of forceful thrusts formed and now you were being pressed into the mattress, while you cried and sobbed nonsense.

Tamaki groaned, grabbing roughly at the dress sitting around your waist and the straps of your underwear in one hand as the other grabbed the junction between your thigh and hip, using them as leverage while he continued his assault on your cunt, Tamaki reared his head back and stared at the ceiling, “fuck… Tamaki I’m close” you whined loudly and reached a hand back, you looked back at him, watching him take even deep breaths as he focused on the ceiling, you ran your nails down into his carpet of trimmed hair, Tamaki shuttered, his eyes glaring down his nose at you and your cunt squeezed at the way he looked at you and how he huffed out short breaths, his face contorted with pleasure and the sound of his moans and whines that’s were louder then you’ve ever heard him before made your body contract and a warmth full you. Tamaki pulled out of you and grabbed your thighs spreading them apart, before leaning in and replacing his cock with his tongue, you cried at the way his tongue flicked and glid over your folds to then move onto paying your clit all the attention it deserves, soon your cunt was squeezing again, this time around nothing, your legs shook and your voice became horse, “Tamaki please… no… no” you cried and tried to pulled away, however he just held you in place and continued to take you with his tongue, you managed to reach back and dug your fingers into his hair, trying to push him away, your body seized up and you let out a silent scream, your toes curled and your fingers griped tightened.

Tamaki finally pulled back and your body collapsed onto the bed, you watch as he pulled the used condom off and discarded it into the small bin beside the bed, he then moved to grab a handful of tissues, Tamaki wiped any cum off his shaft before wiping his face and lips clean, then he moved onto you, he gently wiped you and removed your clothing fully, “I had a lot of fun, we should do this again…” he nervously chuckled as he laid down next to you, pulling the blanket over the both of you and placing an arm around your waist.

You walk through the front door and found shoto sitting on the couch, “had fun little sis…” he spoke lowly and there was that look sitting behind his eyes, you didn’t say anything but just stood there, shoto stood and walked over to you “you dirty used up whore…” he grabbed your shoulder and looked down at the mark Tamaki left on your chest, “get off me” you pulled away and began to walk to your room, “you know he only just broke up with his girlfriend… like earlier today… just after our elective session” he smiled and you stopped for a moment, “that’s why your little date was so well planned out” Shoto hummed and you snapped your head back around to look at him, “you’re just his little rebound, until he gets tired of you or his girlfriend goes running back to him… you know when I’m done fucking her” he chuckled and walked up to you, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “you really should be thanking me” he wrapped a hand around your neck, “so go on say it…” he bared his teeth and squeezed his hand slightly, “thank you..” you looked down and a feeling of true defeat washed over you, “hmm, that’s doesn’t feel good enough, get down on your knees and thank me the way I should be thanked” he smirked and pushed you to the ground, before grabbing at this belt buckle and undid his pants, pulling them down low on his hips, “come on now, thank me… and later when I’m fucking you, I won’t have you facing away from me and I’ll hold you closely” he smirked before walking off to his room signalling for you to follow him.

Simptember Masterlist

Day 3 - Hanji Zoe: Stuck with me

Day 5 - Zero Kiruyu: Love bites

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smoke break

here ye here ye i'm having satoru gojo thots o_0

pairing: line!cook satoru gojo x blackfem!reader summary: workplace relations were always a no, yet, that doesn’t stop satoru gojo from falling for the new waitress.  wc: 2k tags: fluff [nothing suggestive, no smut, just pure CUTENESS]! non-curse au, line cook!satoru gojo, BOH shift lead!ryomen sukuna [LMAO], f!reader. cigarette smoking occurs. also i've seen the bear but all of my kitchen knowledge comes from my own work in kitchens and restaurants. this is slightly [highly] self-in[dulgent]sert lmao. a/n: y'all, okay. i’ve been writing part five of safety net but i CANNOT get this fucking thought out of my head cause i’ve been watching jujutsu kaisen and i am obsessed 😭 not only with the show, but the world, characters and everything [the big three is my family fr i don’t play ab them]. IN SAYING THAT, i was at work one day and boop! in my head pops a non-curse au of line cook!gojo. when i told my roommate this, they looked at me like i was certifiably insane because “there is nothing attractive about line cooks” [see exhibit A] but please please PLEASE Y’ALL HEAR ME OUT! Y’ALL ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO WILL UNDERSTAND!

like imagine being the new girl at your job, a diner-style restaurant parked dead center in a high traffic plaza on the outskirts of the city, and even though you swore you’d never work in food service again after leaving your previous hellhole of employment, of course you find yourself walking up to the employee entrance rehearsing your script.

“hi! my name is y/n, i’ll be your server today….hi! my name is y/n, i’ll be taking care of you today…howdy, i’m y/n…ugh, really? fucking howdy?”

you’re so caught up in your perfect waitress greetings, staring down at your non-slippable feet when you crash into someone [a tree] wearing all black exiting the bathroom corridor.

he’s so tall that only his torso knocks into your shoulders, jolting your step and causing you to lose your footing.

you’re squealing out a million things; gibberish because you’re falling, “i’m so sorry!” for not paying attention, and…”thank you,” rather quietly as you feel a strong arm keeping you from crumbling onto yourself.

the movement is quick, so light that you’re not sure if he actually helped you up or if you’d just levitated back to your feet; either way, you’re silent as he stares down at you with the brightest blue eyes you’d ever seen, a glint in them that matches the small smirk pulling on the corner of his mouth.

“careful now,” he playfully chastises, running a hand through his platinum blonde hair as he walks away from your frozen frame, his stride as confident as ever as he turns the corner to the kitchen.

you shake your head softly, knowing that you shouldn't think too much into the interaction. it was short, one, and two, if your years of work in this industry taught you anything, it was not to get involved with anyone that worked in the kitchen. front of house and back of house didn't mix, not that way.

you're grateful that you're not even able to think about it after you clock in, your brain unable to process your racing thoughts of gojo’s touch and the millions of tables that you’ve had to take; order after order after order stacks up against the feeling of his arm around your waist and a few hours into your shift, it becomes a passing memory.

while you’re not able to see gojo with the amount of back and forth you’re doing, he’s able to take you in in all your beautiful glory.

you’re wearing the usual all black: a button down that shows off a mole on your collarbone and well-fitting black slacks. your hair is thrown back into a slick ponytail, your black and white scrunchie nearly concealed by the sheer amount of dark brown curls it contained. little flyway ringlets frame your eyes, wide, brown pools that gojo knows will be impossible not to melt into; though he’s observed you for most of his shift, top to bottom, your lips captivate him the most.

full, bow-shaped and painted powdery red, he nearly burns himself on the grill watching you take someone’s order, a tinge jealous of the warm, genuine smile you give them.

“yo, ‘jo. focus! we got, like, eight cheesesteaks all day and you’re over there gawkin’ like a dumbass. look, the meats’ burnt!” he remembers where he is and what he's doing, senses prickling at the calls of "corner!" and "hot!" and the sound and smell of food cooking all around him.

“shut the fuck up, ryo….and it’s not burnt!” gojo sharply retaliates, looking down to the profoundly browned shaved steak. he grabs for his spatula, ignoring ryomen’s dickish chuckles behind him. “shit.”

he manages to focus somewhat, knocking out a few more hours of his shift without letting his eyes wander over to your slim frame as you shimmy between tables, or his ears catch the soft lilt of your voice as you ask someone what they'd like their side to be.

he tucks you into the back of his mind, keeping your presence within as small as he possibly can.

you’re still in residence up there when he takes his first [third] smoke break, stepping out back. he can still hear the plain muzak from inside reverberating against the insulation, the open and closing of car doors all over the plaza, and the rattle of the wind through the chain link fence that keeps him separated from the world 10 hours a day.

all he can do is sigh at the monotony of it all, leaning against the bricks while he fishes his cigarette carton from his back pocket.

deep down, he knows he should quit. he could count the number of people that have asked him to quit on both hands, but always waved off their concerns. there was nothing better to calm his nerves, or help relieve the agitation he felt from working with ryomen, friend or not.

he’d always said that a cigarette or four a day wouldn’t kill him, though he wasn’t sure why he always chose to tell such a boldfaced lie.

he snakes a cig between his lips, grabbing for his lighter and closing his eyes before that crackle he knows all too well fills the void around him.

not seeing the end of the cigarette flame red is another lie on gojo’s part; if he can’t see the chemical reaction working to activate the toxic substances, there’s no damage he can do to himself.

it’s illogical, once again, though it’s his own logic, and to him, it makes sense.

“my dad used to do the same thing,” gojo’s eyes fly open, his breath catching in his throat as he glances at you, your hand pressed against the cracked door. you give him a little smile before fully stepping out into the breezy summer air, taking a deep breath. “you light the cigarette with your eyes closed so you can fool yourself into thinking that you’re not actually harming yourself.”

gojo exhales smoke, watching with careful eyes as you pace before him. you catch his stare, blinking slowly before saying, “he lived by that until he didn’t.”

if he didn't know any better, he would've thought you were a completely different girl from the one he'd bumped into this morning; then, you'd seemed so reserved, so meek, but now, he realizes that he'd like to get to know the real you. he was sure you didn’t even know his name, but here you were, condemning his MO like it was your place.

he hated anyone telling him off, even slightly, but he found himself more than willing to hear you out; more than willing to let you do it again and again and again.

“you come out here jus' to scold me?”

“no,” you answer plainly, coming to a stop just a few inches from him. “i came to smoke too, but my pack was empty. i asked someone in the kitchen for one….who was it…oh! ryo said he didn’t have any, and that i should come out here and ask satoru."

gojo’s heart skips a small beat at you using his first name instead of his last; he forbade anyone he didn’t know from using it, ryomen knew that, but of course he’d play these juvenile games. gojo could see the shit-eating grin plastered over his face now, his full laugh radiating throughout the kitchen at his scheme.

“i assume you're satoru, unless he was just messing with me.”

"don't mind him. he's a dickhead," gojo swears, deliberating on how he's gonna make ryo pay for this as he begins to reach for his pack again. he's not expecting you to stop him with a gentle touch to the wrist, though.

“oh no, i don’t need a full one….is it okay if we share yours?”

gojo nods, silent and alert as your fingers glide against his in order to slip the cigarette to your grasp. he nearly closes his hand around yours, embarrassingly.

you take your first drag with a hum, your eyelashes fluttering as you turn to the sunset and exhale with no effort, no cough.

“i don’t usually smoke whole cigarettes. i go through maybe…two in a day? a couple hits here and there is usually enough to get me through."

“this must be your first food service job then.”

“try sixth,” you respond jadedly. you take another hit, and another, and another, and gojo doesn’t even mind that you’ve seemingly forgotten to pass the cigarette back to him. he can tell that you're lost in the tale you're telling, and he wants to keep you there with him. “i’ve been through my chain smoking days, trust me. seeing what happened to my dad definitely made me assess whether a pack a day was really worth it.”

with the mention of your nicotine journey, he begins to hear the scratch in your voice, noticeable more when you’re talking in this low, casual tone. as unfortunate as it is, its method of fruition, gojo can’t help but think about how sexy you sound and how he'd listen to you talk about anything if it always came out like that.

“why not quit then?”

you giggle, throwing gojo a pointed look that makes him want to swallow you whole. you purse your lips, ready to challenge him with your response.

“we all have our vices, don’t we?”

gojo returns your laugh, standing to his full height. he crosses his arms across his chest as he stares down at you staring up at him. your height difference is almost laughable, with your head barely even reaching his shoulders.

his mind begins to wander to X-rated places as you take your spot on the wall beside him, allowing the wind to graze your skin and create a conversation between the two of you that requires no words.

“shit!” you snap after a while, looking to the now small cigarette between your index and middle finger. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to smoke so much of it.”

“’s all good. maybe...you’ve convinced me to smoke in moderation.”

you give him that smile, warm and genuine, and his heart flips again as you slip the remnant of his cig back into his palm, letting your fingertips linger for just a moment longer than you should.

“maybe…i’ll have to hold you to that, satoru.” you dust your hands off on your pants before poising yourself to return to the hustle and bustle of the dinner rush. “i’m y/n, by the way. it’s nice to meet you. thanks for the smoke, andcatching me earlier, as embarrassing as that was."

“i’ve seen worse,” he reassures, but while he'd seen much, much worse, he was positive that he had never witnessed anything better than you. even in the small, nearly six hour window that he’d known you, he's unwaveringly sure that you’re his heaven personified.

“i’d hate to know what’s worse, but then again…if that means i get to talk to you, maybe i don’t.” you give him a wink, an actual good one, and he nearly drops to his knees, uncharacteristically ready to wholly give himself over to you.

you give him one more smile and a wave before leaving him alone, his brain alternating between reeling and shutting down.

he looks down to the filter in his palm, chuckling at the negligible amount of tobacco you left for him. he’s about to toss it into the stack of other disregarded butts as routine calls for when he notices the red marks smeared all over it.

he holds it a bit closer to his face, examining the soft, messy lipstick stains you’ve left behind. it’s art, something he thinks should be showcased in the MoMA or The Louvre, titled how satoru gojo fell in love.

while he wouldn't be able to get it to either of those places anytime soon, he decides that behind his ear works as a close third, and finishes the rest of his shift with that reminder of you close to him.

LIKE ISNT THIS SO CUTE????? I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS, PLEASE OMG! I PLAN TO CONTINUE THIS AU BUT PLEASE SEND ME YOUR JJK REQS! 

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Just Friends - Pt 3

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Past Trauma, Harassment, Violence, Fluff

Summary: No matter how many times Hangman and yourself told the others you were just friends they were not buying it.  But maybe the past coming back to haunt you will be what is needed to for you both to admit to your feelings.

Note: First time writing for for Hangman, hope you like it.

A week had pasted since you received that phone call and you had managed to let go of it, it had helped telling Jake what had happened, it had helped him not judging or changing how he was with you.  For the first time in years, you could see yourself being with someone again and you wanted that some one to be him.  But even though he had supported you and been your friend you still knew he didn’t see you in that way, you had seen some of the girls he had dated, and you couldn’t compete with that, and anyway he deserved someone better, someone not so broken.  If friends were all you could have with him, that was better than nothing.  It still made you smile when his name appeared on your phone’s screen,

“Y/N/N what you got planned for this weekend?”

“I could maybe free up sometime in my social diary, what you got in mind”

“I’ll pick you up in the morning and we head down to the beach for the day, guys are going to set up a BBQ, play some football”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you in the morning”

As you stepped down onto the cool sand you felt yourself relax, the ocean always calmed you and you just needed to get into those waves and let them wash the last week off you.

You were the first to get to the beach and before Jake could even finish unpacking everything you had shimmied out of our denim shorts and t-shirt and were heading to the water.  He watched you stride down towards the surf, a vision in your blue bikini, blond hair trailing out behind you.  Throwing off his t-shirt he followed you, you didn’t even hesitate as you hit the water, diving straight in under the waves.  As he got to the water’s edge, he felt the cool water hit his skin and before he could summon the courage to join you, he saw you break up through the water in front of him and he froze.  The water ran down through your hair over your body, Jesus Christ you were going to be the death of him.

“Hey, you big baby what are you waiting for, not afraid of a little cold water are you?”

“Big baby, really….”

And with that he dove into the waves, you laughed as you looked for him to resurface.  Scanning the water again for him you jumped as he popped up out of the water beside you, dear god, it took your breath away as the water ran down over his chest and abs.  You knew you were staring but just couldn’t pull your eyes away and for the first time in a long time you felt a flutter in your stomach and heat between your legs.

“Enjoying the view”

“Not bad I suppose,  but I think you need some more time in the gym, your letting yourself go”

He moved towards you, and you knew you were going to pay for that.

Rooster dropped his bag and beer next to your stuff and watched the two of you goofing around in the water.  He could hear you laughing, really laughing and it was like music to his ears.  He never thought in this world that he would want Hangman dating his best friend but watching you both together he knew you belonged together.  He just needed to figure out how he could get you both to realise it.

As the embers on the BBQ started to die and the sun was going down people started heading off, agreeing to meet at the Hard Deck later.  

“How about I take you back to get changed and we can head over together?”

“I’m ok Jake you don’t need to turn into my shadow”

“I know you are, I just want to make sure you make it to the bar because the first round is on you”

“Ever the gentleman, at least make yourself useful and carry the bags”

You were still ribbing him you pulled up in front of yours and you felt your heart swell as he ran around to open the door for you.  You were rummaging for your keys as you approached your door when the smell hit you and you froze, your stomach lurching.  Jake almost ran into the back of you as you looked up at your front door to see a bouquet of lilles sat in front of it.

“Y/N/N what’s the hold up?”

You stood and stared at the flowers, taking your phone out you dialled and pressed it to your ear.

“Y/N/N what is going….

Jake had stepped around you and the sight of the flowers silenced him as he heard you speak into your phone.

“I think he has been at my home”

Jake stared at the flowers as you continued to speak, trying to resist the urge to rip the flowers to pieces.  He could feel the change in you, the happy girl messing around with him on the beach was gone and he could feel the anger bubbling inside of him, but he knew that remaining calm was what you needed from him.  Putting your phone away you turned to look at him,

“The team are going to look into this, if it is him how in the hell did, he find me so quickly”

“You know I won’t let him hurt you, and while your team are looking into this you’re coming to stay at mine” “You don’t have to do that, I don’t want to impose on you”

“This is not open for discussion, lets grab what you need and get out of here”

“Thank you”

Stepping around the flowers you gently unlocked the door, there was no sign that anyone had been inside. But you still made your way to your safe first to grab your weapon and badge.   Jake had checked the rest of the house and was satisfied everything was safe and that no one had been in there.  You grabbed a bag and threw in what you needed,

“Are you sure you want me cluttering up your space, I don’t want to be in the way”

“And what exactly do you think you are going to get in the way off, now just get your stuff and let’s go”

The journey was made in silence, you stared out of the window and tried to process the implications of what had just happened.  You knew the flowers weren’t a coincidence, you didn’t believe in them, but had you ever really considered the fact that you may have to deal with him again.  You were trying to work out how you felt, but to be honest you just felt numb, no fear, no anger, just nothing.

You had been to Jake’s place before but flying visits but when it came to your nights in, he always preferred your place, said it was more homely.

“You want to give the bar a miss tonight?”

“To be honest I’m not really feeling it but that doesn’t mean that you have to miss out”

“You think I’m going to leave you alone here to poke around in my underwear drawer”

“I may be fearless but even I have a line”

“I’m thinking, take out, movie, popcorn”

“Sounds good, who gets to pick the movie?”

“You but I get the chance to veto”

“Fair”

“I’ll order the food if you want to grab a shower”

You let the water run down over you, washing the beach and the rest of the day off you and it wasn’t until you stepped out and dried yourself off that it suddenly hit you that you were going to be staying the night with Jake.  You felt you should be worrying about your past coming back to haunt you but all you could think about was being in close proximity to Jake.  As you pulled on your sweats the image of Jake in the sea with you earlier that day invaded your mind, the water running off his toned body, the feel of his touch on your skin and once again you felt a heat run through you.

“Hey you done in there, need to wash this sand off me”

“All yours”

“Ok get that movie teed up and the pizza should be here in fifteen”

Curling yourself up on his couch you started looking for a movie, something easy going that you didn’t need to think about too much.  As you kept searching your phone pinged with a message.  It was Bradley, wanting to know where the two of you were.

“You ok there?”

“Yeah, just Bradley wanting to know why we aren’t at the bar, I need to tell him”

“Do you want me to give him a call, save you going over it again”

“Would you mind?”

Smiling Jake grabbed his phone and called Rooster,

“What are you two up too, you leaving me hanging here?”

“Y/N/N is here with me, when we got back to hers someone had left her a bunch of lilies”

“Son of a bitch, is it him”

“Her team are looking into it but thought it best if she stayed somewhere else”

“How is she holding up, you need anything?”

“Quiet, not really saying much.  Maybe you swing by in the morning with breakfast?”

“You got it, look after her”

“You have my word”

Walking back into the lounge he watched you scanning the tv, before he could comment he heard a knock on the door of the pizza arriving.

Throwing himself down on the sofa next to you he lifted the lids on the pizza and placed a beer down for you.

“So, what we watching”

Smiling you pressed play and watched the smile spread on his face as the opening credit started,

“How did you know I love this film?”

“I do listen to you sometimes you know”

Snuggling down on the sofa you felt the rumble of his laughter and it made you smile, he made you feel happy and safe but as you had discovered today, he was also making you feel a lot of other things and that made you nervous, it had been a long time since anyone had made you feel like that.  What if you weren’t capable of taking that next step, it had been so long.

Jake looked down at you as the film ended, he could see you trying to keep your eyes open as they became heavy.

“Come on you time for bed”

“I’m good here on the couch”

“If you think for one minute, I am letting you sleep on the couch while I take the bed you have another think coming.  I’m taking the couch, the bed is all yours”

You went to protest but you already knew you were not going to win, following Jake through to the bedroom as he grabbed himself some bedding you chided yourself for thinking he had meant anything else.

“Ok sweetheart sleep tight and I’ll see you in the morning”

“Jake, thank you”

“Anytime”

As you settled yourself under the covers you were surrounded by the faint smell of Jake, it filled your senses and made you even more aware that he was only feet away from you next door.  You felt a brief longing to have him here in the bed with you, his arms wrapped around, grounding you.   You had been pretty much glued to him all day and now you found yourself missing his presence.  

You woke the next morning to hear voices and the smell of coffee, pulling on your sweats you quietly made your way to the kitchen.  Stopping in the doorway you were met with the sight of Jake and Bradley making breakfast, well unpacking it.

“Morning guys, what’s for breakfast?”

Bradley came over to you and wrapped you in his arms,

“How you doing, are you sure it is him?”

“I’m good and my team are looking into it at the moment, but it is too much to be a coincidence”

“I will not let him hurt you again”

“He’ll have to get past both of us”

Jake and Bradley both stood there looking at you and as much as you felt your heart swell at their protectiveness you were also worried, you were not going to let either of them get hurt because of you.

As you were clearing away breakfast your phone rang,

‘Hi boss you found something? Ok I’m on my way”

“Y/N/N they found something?”

“Yep I’m going to have to head in, can I borrow your car please”

“How about I give you a lift I have a couple of things to do”

“Hangman do you not trust me to drive your car?”

“To be honest no, I have experienced you’re driving”

“I’m with Hangman on this, you’re driving terrifies me”

“Hey I am a trained professional, and you two agreeing on anything is frankly just freaking me out”

[raplinesmoon]

Doom Boy (KNJ x F!Reader)

pairing: Namjoon x reader (also featuring hyung line) genres/au/rating: angst, smut, some fluff, mafia au, 18+ summary: Namjoon was a doom boy - he’d spent his entire life running from the ghosts of his past, keeping you and your son safe from the monsters that lurked on the city streets. He should have known that one day they’d catch up to him.

warnings: the mafia, attempted attack, drinking, mentions injury, mentions of past ab*se, brief mention of illicit subtances and money laundering, minor character deaths, choking, a great escape, Namjoon being an art hoe, smut warnings: sexting, dirty talk, brief daddy kink moment, explicit sexual content, soft dom!Namjoon, oral (f receiving), riding (it’s Namjoon duh), wrap it before you tap it pls

word count: 14.2k

a/n: happy Joon day (i hope i make the deadline) oh gosh, I don’t even know what this is like this was just supposed be some angsty yearning but it turned into this whole story bc Namjoon is the loml. i highkey think this is a huge mess and like cried outlining it bc i was feeling so many emotions, but it’s the first piece of writing in a month that i haven’t trashed completely (rip Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jungkook fics that shall never see the light of day). i really, really hope you like it! pls also excuse any grammar errors, i’ll go back and fix them soon!

Thank you to Ryen @kithtaehyung for the gorgeous banner!!

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By all accounts, it was a typical Friday. The sun blazed down on the pavement, rivulets of sweat making their way down Namjoon’s back on his commute home from the office. Shuddering, he loosens his tie, eager to let the shackles of his mundane office job fall away from his being. Combing a hand through the strands of his hair, he thinks that maybe he should get a haircut next week, but ultimately decides against it when he imagines your face in his mind, lips pursed in a pout and eyes shimmering with the glimmer of unshed tears.

I love your hair like this, he can hear you whisper breathlessly, his mind flitting back to the memory of your fingers tugging at the strands nearly a month ago, daring him to pull you into another kiss after what had already been an endless night tangled up in the sheets, making the most of the precious time Hyun had at his jobumo’s house. He’d never been able to deny you a single thing, not since the moment your hand had shyly slipped into his on the walk back from your college library, the comfortable silence between you two soon blossoming into a life he’d never dared to dream of for himself.

His steps become quicker as he grows more restless, pushing through the endless hordes of city-goers around him, the tall skyscrapers casting a grim shadow above the streets below. He’s suffocated by the heat as soon as he makes his way into the subway, descending multiple flights of stairs until he sees freedom within his reach, signified by the screeching of wheels against the railway track.

Stepping into the air-conditioned compartment, Namjoon lets himself breathe, shrugging the strap of his satchel back against his shoulders, his eyes surveying the crowded train compartment. The train comes to a halt at the next station, the doors hissing to let the next group of commuters in, and he pales when he sees the ghost of a reflection in the glass — someone he hadn’t seen for years.

For a moment, he thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him, the tall broad, shoulders and dark ebony hair of a man his height disappearing as soon as the train starts again, but Namjoon remains deeply unsettled, the acrid memories of his past coming back to haunt him the most in moments like this. Moments where he didn’t have you, or Hyun, to remind him that with everything he’d left behind, he’d gained something exponentially more wonderful and precious.

His phone pings, snapping him out of his daze, and he looks down at it, a notification from you lighting up his screen. A smile makes its way onto his face, the tension seeping from his veins when he swipes on it.

Only to go slack-jawed a moment later. Namjoon looks around, making sure no one can see the bright light of his screen, before bringing the phone up closer, his mouth gaping at the picture you’d chosen to send him.

You hadn’t changed yet, the silky dress you’d picked out and shown him last night lying in a heap next to you on the bed, your body clad in the most provocative mix of lace and cut-outs, beyond anything his wicked mind could have conjured up.

Come home, you said. I can’t wait much longer.

Namjoon looks up as the train comes to another pause, a faint smirk making its way onto his face when he notes that it’s now time for him to get off.

Date night could finally begin.

Under the dim lights of L’Etalage, you babble on excitedly about the latest gossip from the work week - two of your coworkers were potentially flirting with one another; another one would finally take their sour attitude with them and quit, your supervisor just learned he was having a baby. Your heart grows ten sizes when you think about how you’d gone through those same life changing moments years ago, falling in love with Namjoon, the intelligent, outgoing man who’d sat behind you in one of your science classes, and how now, you were happier than you’d ever been. Life was perfect with him by your side.

You talk, and Namjoon just listens, enraptured by the sound of your voice, his lips twitching into a small smile when he sees your eyes twinkle like stars under the candleglow.

“Namjoon?” You interrupt his thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, baby?” He smirks back, and you falter, flushing when you remember the text you’d sent him earlier.

There hadn’t been enough time to do anything about it, of course. Namjoon had barely pinned you to the wall, his hot breath fanning over your neck, before the phone rang, an excited Hyun up from his nap, babbling on FaceTime to his appa about all the fun toys his halmeoni had given him. You’d sheepishly excused yourself to go change into your outfit, leaving a frustrated Namjoon behind.

“This meal cost $200, Namjoon,” you raise an eyebrow. “We’re not about to leave right before I get my matchamisu.”

You jut out your bottom lip in a pout, and Namjoon laughs. The only thing you liked more than sex was sugar, and he couldn’t blame you. The matchamisu was delicious. Still, he couldn’t resist toying with you after the tease you’d given him earlier.

“Who says we have to leave?” He folds his arms, watching you bite your lip at the way his muscles strain against his dress shirt. “The bathrooms here are pretty nice from what I remember.”

Your lips part in an “O”, eyes dilating to pools of black, only for the waitress to choose that exact opportune moment to swing by, placing the matchamisu and two spoons on the table in front of you.

“Please enjoy,” she flutters her eyelashes, speaking only to Namjoon, and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. Your husband was an attractive man, but he was also oblivious to the way other women flirted with him. He acknowledges her presence for a split second to give a polite nod, before his hand is reaching for yours across the table. His fingers fit perfectly into yours, the twin bands adorning your hands glinting brightly enough to send a message.

You shouldn’t feel smug when she walks away with a scowl, but part of you feels giddy.

Namjoon presses his lips to your knuckles, his dimples making an appearance as he grins while watching you dig in, moaning in delight when the sweet, creamy dessert hits your tongue. 

“I thought you were only supposed to make those sounds for me,” he quips, yelping when you smack lightly him on the arm, lifting his hands up in surrender. 

You return your attention to the plate in front of you, but Namjoon’s sharp, intent gaze has already done its damage, surveying you hungrily, a pool forming between your thighs. Watching as he excuses himself to the bathroom, you realize you both needed to get out of here.

And fast.

Washing his hands in the sink, Namjoon feels sparks erupt across his skin, anxious to get you home and have his way with you while the night was still young. You played off his salacious flirting, but he could see the way it affected you, your breath coming out in heavy pants, skin glistening with sweat.

He makes his way to open the door, only for it to swing open right before he can reach for the handle, his shoulder bumping into another one. Namjoon reaches for the shorter man before he can topple over, but freezes when he sees the face looking up at him, the blood in his veins turning to ice.

“Yoongi-hyung,” he manages to rasp after many moments of silence, unable to fathom the sight in front of him. “What are you doing here?”

Namjoon’s head begins to spin, and he feels like he’s floating, suspended in the air and watching the scene unfold before him, face-to-face with a man he thought he’d never see again, a man he chose to never see again, when he’d left the life he’d had before you behind.

“Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi’s arms reach out in an embrace, and Namjoon dodges it coldly, watching his hyung’s smile falter, cat-like eyes surveying his tense figure. “It’s been a long time.”

“I’m going to ask you this again,” Namjoon spits through clenched teeth. “Why are you here?”

His thoughts immediately flit to you, sitting out there alone, and he realizes you both need to leave now. Namjoon had been running from the ghosts of his past for as long as he’d known you, swearing to himself to protect you from the danger that lurked underneath the paved city streets. And now it had found him again.

“She’s waiting for you out there?” Yoongi asks, and Namjoon resists the urge to say something he knows he’ll regret later. So he knew who you were. He shouldn’t have expected any different, and he silently prays that Hyun’s been left out of their reconnaissance. 

“Seokjin-hyung saw you today,” Yoongi continues, and Namjoon freezes again. So his mind hadn’t been playing tricks on him. He’d recognize Kim Seokjin’s broad shoulders and lithe body frame anywhere, remembering how it’d felt when they used to train together, tackling each other into hard concrete until one of them admitted defeat.

“Yoongi,” Namjoon abandons the honorific, and watches Yoongi’s face flicker in disappointment, before settling back into the stern, unfeeling mask he always seemed to have on. “You have to go.”

The older man opens his mouth to protest, but Namjoon pushes him aside, barely making it a few steps before he hears Yoongi call out to him.

“You can’t hide from who you are forever, Namjoon-ah,” he warns. “You and I both know that sooner or later, everything goes to shit.”

Resting your head on Namjoon’s shoulder, the two of you forgo a taxi home, walking hand in hand on the road, the pale moonlight casting everything in a soft glow. You lift your head gently to gaze at Namjoon, frowning at the way his nostrils flare and his brows seem etched in a permanent furrow. He’d been tense ever since he’d returned from the bathroom, and you wondered if he was upset with you for rebuffing him earlier.

“Joonie,” you whisper, turning his face to yours. The two of you come to a stop on a secluded street, and Namjoon’s face softens at the use of your favorite nickname for him. To everyone else, he was always Kim Namjoon, the prodigy from the south side of town, always crushed under the weight of expectations that weren’t his own. He’d hated the way his name sounded growing up, hollow and business-like to his ears, devoid of any affection or tenderness. 

But to you, he was Joonie, the name you’d randomly come up with one late night studying, the two of you drunk on a caffeine high and laughing deliriously about anything and everything but the exam you had tomorrow.  He’d fallen just a little bit in love with you that night, the way your smile shone brighter than the incandescent, artificial lighting of the library. It’d stripped him bare, piercing through the walls he’d built for decades, and Namjoon felt something with you he’d never felt before. He felt human.

“Talk to me please, what’s wrong?” Your eyes bore into his, searching for answers.

Answers that Namjoon could never give you if he wanted to keep his family safe. The lies felt like a stab to the heart every time he let one escape, but overtime, the wounds had begun to scar, leaving ugly marks in their wake. And it hurt a little less to keep the truth from you every time.

“We need a bigger house,” he says, stroking your temple with his thumb. It wasn’t wrong. “It’s about time we gave Hyun another sibling, don’t you think?”

The tension melts from your shoulders, and you flick him in the forehead.

“You idiot! I thought something was bothering you, like a life-and-death situation, and you’re just horny!”

“You caught me,” he wraps his arms around you, leaning to whisper in your ear. “Are you still wearing that little number you sent me earlier?”

“Who said I’m wearing anything underneath?” It comes out in a breathy moan, and you feel Namjoon go stiff beside you. “Now take me home.”

Namjoon doesn’t move, frozen in place, looking beyond you to a cluster of trees, his eyes becoming dark.

“___, hold onto me,” he chokes, his voice breaking, and you feel a chill run down your spine. “And whatever you do, don’t look anywhere but straight ahead.”

Namjoon’s hand comes to grab your wrist in a death grip, and you feel your hand go limp from the circulation being cut off. Your heartbeat speeds up instantly, blood pounding in your ears.

“Joonie? What’s going on?” A single tear escapes, running down your face, and Namjoon’s heart shatters down the middle. The fear in your eyes was something he’d told himself he never wanted to see, and he darkly wonders if running into Yoongi earlier had been an omen of what was to come.

You can’t see it, your eyes untrained, but Namjoon knows that the two of you are being watched. He can make out the faint figure of a human silhouette through the trees, and the gleam of something silver. And probably sharp. 

He had to get you out of here. 

“Listen to me, when I count to three, you have to run. Run as fast as you can, and don’t look back. Go to your parents’ house and find Hyun. You all need to leave the city now.”

“Namjoon, please,” you sob, and your wail echoes into the empty street. “What is happening?”

“____, that’s an order,” he says sternly, his face grim, and you cower in his presence. He’s shifted from your soft, loving husband into something far more menacing, his eyes narrowing in thinly veiled fury. “NOW GO!”

His voice snaps at you, and you break, turning from him and running as fast as your legs can go. Rounding the corner, you pause, peeking around just in time to see an unknown man in blank lunge at your husband, a silent scream lodged in your throat when you see the gleam of a knife in his hand. 

You don’t stay long enough to see what unfolds, terror striking your heart and goosebumps erupting across your skin as the wind howls, the quiet streets eventually giving way to busy intersections, until you’re at a bus stop.

Heaving, you crumple over, sobs wracking your entire body as you wait for the bus to come, to take you away from the horrors of what had started out as the most normal night.  

When it does come, you lean your head against the window, watching the city lights flicker outside, and a painful realization sets in one that leaves you completely numb.

Namjoon had never told you that he’d find you later, that everything would be okay. You should have stayed with him, should have protected him like he protected you and Hyun. But you’d let fear win, and now you’d lost him.

Namjoon shoves the man off of him, blood pouring from the stab wound he’d inflicted on his thigh. He wouldn’t be out for long. He’d been quick, but Namjoon was quicker. He’d been waiting for this moment for years, his instincts still as sharp as ever, honed from years of looking in the shadows, wondering if his demons would ever catch up to him.

But now you’d been caught in the crossfire - the way the blood escaped your face when he’d told you to run burned in the back of his brain. You were scared, and he knows for a fact it wasn’t just because of the unknown assailant. You were scared of him, finally witnessing the monster that Namjoon harbored deep inside.

Chest heaving, he catches his breath, tasting the bitter tang of salt before he even knows he’s crying, curses flying from his lips. He doesn’t know how long he sits there and sobs, shivering in the cold, but he hopes you’d listened to him, and that you and Hyun were far, far away from this hellhole. Neither of you deserved to rot with him.

He doesn’t hear the footsteps approach until someone is directly in front of him, their eyes taking in the sight of the unconscious man and the bloodstains all over Namjoon’s white shirt.

“Namjoon-ah? Shit, what happened? Where’s ___?”

Hoseok. The universe hated him, he was sure of it. Namjoon looks up, Hoseok’s worried face staring down at him, and relaxes when he doesn’t see a hint of anger. He wasn’t sure what to expect when they ran into each other again. Hoseok had been the one who took his leaving the worst; the loss of the only friend he’d had his age cutting deeply into him. 

I fucking hate you, the last text had said.

“I was running patrol on the area when I heard one of Ahn’s men had been spotted in our neighbourhood. I came as fast as I could.”

“Is he dead?” Hoseok’s boot prods at the man, who looks barely conscious. Namjoon musters enough strength to shake his head, still unable to say anything, when he sees Hoseok’s gaze shift to the knife beside him.

“Let’s go,” he offers Namjoon a hand. “Whoever they were, they knew you’d be here tonight. It’s not safe.”

Namjoon falters for a moment, unable to accept Hoseok’s offer of help. If he did this, he knew Hoseok would take him back to the compound, back to everything he tried so hard to leave behind. And away from you. He feels like he’s in limbo, watching the road ahead split into two paths.

Hoseok says nothing when Namjoon rises and accepts his hand, giving a silent nod of acknowledgement before the two of them head off into the night.

“Mama,” Hyun sobs into your shoulder. “Where Appa go?”

His tiny fists ball into your shirt, and you do your best to bounce him up and down, keeping your own tears at bay. It’d been three days since you lost track of Namjoon, and in those three days, there hadn’t been a single text, call, or sign that he was okay. That he was still alive.

After picking up Hyun from your parents’ house, tearfully telling them the whole story, the two of you had returned home last night. In the back of your mind, you knew you were going against the last thing Namjoon had told you when he ordered you to leave the city, but you had to be here. He’d find his way back to you. He had to.

Every few hours were like this - Hyun would suddenly remember Namjoon and his tiny whimpers and sobs made you consider if it was finally time to stop waiting and call the police. Yet every time you dialed the number, something made you reconsider. The last look on Namjoon’s face remained burned into your memory, the shadows casting half his face in darkness when he asked you to run.

Your husband was a simple man. He left for work at 7:05am every day, and came back around 5:43pm. You knew he had excess money to spare, but you never asked him where it went, his only splurge being on an expensive bike he liked to ride on weekends. Date nights were mostly full of ramyeon and sushi on the couch at home, the fancy dinner a couple of nights ago a rare occurrence for you both. Which is why you were deeply unsettled by what had happened. 

It was almost as though Namjoon knew trouble was waiting for you that night, as if he’d been anticipating things to blow up in his face, The way he’d been so prepared — his calm, collected demeanor through it all made you shudder. Like he’d had experience dealing with it before. And that was what gave you pause.

Namjoon never really spoke about his life growing up – he was an only child, and while he was sociable in college, he mostly kept to himself. That didn’t stop you from wanting to get to know more about him, his brown eyes glimmering with the depth of the man he hid from everyone else. Everything had been a whirlwind after, falling into bed just as easily as you’d fallen for him, eloping right after you’d both graduated, with Hyun coming soon after. 

He’d never gone into detail about his family to you — only that his parents weren’t around, and you could see the pain in his eyes when he went slack-jawed and silent, eyes misty with unshed tears. That was when you’d decided that Namjoon didn’t need his family - he had the two of you right there, and that was enough.

But whatever happened that night changed everything. You shivered thinking about how you ran so easily when he told you to, how you didn’t want to stay to see who came out on top - Namjoon or the other man. You had a feeling the answer would twist your stomach into more knots than it already had.

Putting Hyun to nap on the couch, you decide to make a cup of tea to clear your head. And that’s when the doorbell rings.

Namjoon stares up at the ugly brown ceiling of his childhood bedroom. He’d begged his father to paint it to complement the green walls, yearning for a taste of the outdoors that he never got to see living in the compound, with its cold concrete floors and stark white walls. In retaliation, Namjoon’s father had smashed one of his plant pots, screaming about how Namjoon needed to get his head out of the ground and finally start taking responsibility of his duties as the leader’s son.

So Namjoon had done what any 16 year would do. He’d corralled a snickering Seokjin, a skeptical Yoongi, and a spirited Hoseok and taken his father’s car for a joyride to snag a few cans of spray paint.

The uneven paint job stares back at him, and he smiles at the memory of the four of them running out of the hardware store, whooping in delight. Not a hair looked out of place, the room the exact same way Namjoon had left it seven years ago. And yet everything was different.

Stretching, he looks at the pots on the windowsill, each plant a former paragon of pride for him. Evidence that he, Kim Namjoon, was nothing like the slimy crooks he’d grown up around. He respected life enough not to turn it into a living hell for others. Fingering the withered leaves now, he remarks at how big a fool he’d been to think so.

“I tried my best to water them,” Hoseok appears behind him, setting down a glass of water. “But you were always better at the outdoor shit than I was.”

He feels the bed creak next to him, and it’s silent between them for a few moments.

“Hobi,” Namjoon croaks, and he feels Hoseok stiffen at the use of his nickname. “I’m sorry.”

Hoseok’s lips purse into a straight line, giving no indication that he accepts Namjoon’s apology. But he had to say it anyway.

“I sent Yoongi-hyung and Seokjin-hyung to check on her,” he says softly, and Namjoon’s heart sinks with guilt because he hadn’t been thinking about you, or where you were right now. All he hoped was that you were safe.

“You fucking bastard,” Hoseok chuckles, a tear slipping out. “You got married and you didn’t even tell us. I was supposed to be your best man.”

He’s unsure how much Hoseok knows about you, or even Hyun, but the bitter regret in the other man’s voice tells him that he wasn’t the only one with wounds who’d been festering for longer than they should’ve.

Namjoon knows he owes an explanation to him, to all of them, but tonight, he’s tired. The moonlight filters in through the windows, casting an eerie glow over the room, and he can’t help but feel that everything’s about to change.

“____?” The man outside the door has eyes that gleam like a cat’s, piercing through the darkness as he surveys the home you share with Namjoon. Behind him, a taller man, his face covered by the shadows, looms, and a chill runs down your spine. Hyun was still sleeping peacefully on the couch.

“It’s about Namjoon.” The other man’s voice is gruff, his impatient sigh echoing into the night, and you watch his eyes widen as the door swings open.

“Who are you?” you ask through gritted teeth. “How do you know my husband?”

They step inside, their dark suits casting a shadowy gloom over what was once your bright and cheery home. Hyun naps away, and you become ever more aware of every tiny breath he takes when you see their eyes flicker to him, a surprised look on both of their faces. 

“He’s yours?” The taller man asks, and you hate the way he looks at your son, a stone mask over his perfect features.

“Let’s talk in the kitchen, please,” you beckon them over, not liking the way they continue to study him.

Stepping into the space, it feels more cramped than you’re used to, Namjoon usually preferring to keep out of it lest he set the house on fire with his lack of cooking prowess. Thinking about him had you experiencing a pang of guilt.

“My name is Yoongi,” the cat-eyed man mumbles, and then gestures to his partner. “This is Seokjin.”

The other man, Seokjin, looks at you curiously, and you don’t like the way his eyes bore into you, as if he’s trying to convince you to unveil your darkest secrets with one glance.

“We were Namjoon’s friends,” Yoongi says calmly, which seems to set Seokjin off.

“We’re his fucking family, Yoongs,” he spits out.

You feel dizzy – Namjoon had never mentioned these strange men to you. As far as you knew, he didn’t have any siblings or cousins he was close to. Who were they, and what did they want with him?

“Is he safe?” You have a million other questions, but this feels like the most important one.

Yoongi gives you a nod, and you feel the tension seep from your body, only for your heart to stop at his next words.

“But he’s not coming back. Look, it’s not our place to tell you about Namjoon, and it pains me because you deserve answers that you’ll never get. But you have to listen to him and leave. It’s not safe for you or your family here anymore.”

Head spinning, you resist the urge to crash into the side of the dining table as you stumble, catching yourself quickly enough to take a seat. 

“What do you mean? Where’s Namjoon? Why can’t I talk to him?”

“Listen,” Seokjin hisses, cornering you. “If you know what’s good for you and the kid, you’ll listen to us. We may fuck with a lot of nasty things, things that would make your toes curl, but there’s enough psychos out there on the streets who won’t hesitate to fuck over a woman and her child. We’re trying to give you an out.” 

Yoongi looks you over, and you see his eyes flash with sadness at the tears that fill your own.

“Namjoon isn’t who you thought he was. I know it’s hard, but you need to listen to us. You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you. You can still have a happy life, meet someone new, fall in love again.”

You feel delirious. 

“You’re lying. Namjoon is my husband. No one knows him better than I do. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. He literally rides bikes with Hyun and they pick flowers together, for god’s sake!”

You don’t know why you feel the need to defend the accusations against him. The fact that they were telling you this at all meant that your husband had caught you in his web of lies, that all the years you’d spent by each other’s side were a farce.

“Yoongi, let’s go,” Seokjin says darkly. “We’ve done what we needed to do.”

Turning to you, he spares Hyun one last glance before crossing the threshold.

“I hope we never have to see each other again ___. For your sake.”

“You have a son,” Seokjin says monotonously as Namjoon pads sleepily to the breakfast table, freezing in his tracks when he hears him mention Hyun.

He’d been too tired to think about anything last night, knocking out as soon as he hit the pillow, seeking reprieve from the mess of thoughts in his mind that wondered how he was going to get out of this. And back to you.

Sipping his coffee, Seokjin starts at him sharply, Yoongi looking past him at the paint chipping on the wall, and Hoseok’s mouth parted in surprise.

“For fuck’s sake, Namjoon, what else are you hiding from us? I don’t even know who you are anymore,” Hoseok’s voice rises, ignoring Yoongi’s warning to keep it down. 

“Kim doesn’t know he’s here,” Yoongi seethes, and Namjoon pauses. They hadn’t told his father?

Looking at Yoongi, he knows he can always count on him to be the voice of reason, to work through the hundreds of questions Namjoon has.

“Are they safe?” The most important thing.

Yoongi nods his affirmation. “For now.”

Looking at the three men, men who he’s known for most of his life, Namjoon finally lets himself feel the anger that’s been building inside of him. Everything had been fine, he’d been happy. Why’d they have to fuck it all up?

“Then do you mind telling me what the fuck I’m doing here?”

“Should’ve left his ungrateful ass on the streets, Hobi,” Seokjin quips. “Ahn’s man would’ve taken care of him when he came to.”

At the mention of Ahn again, Namjoon looks at Yoongi curiously. “I thought we had a deal with the Ahns. Why were they roaming around our territory, looking for trouble?”

Yoongi pushes the chair towards him, beckoning him to join them at the table. Namjoon takes the seat uncertainly, pleading with them to finally answer his queries.

“We have a lot to talk about.”

. . .

Your father is dying. Seokjin’s words have been echoing ceaslessly in the back of Namjoon’s mind, ever since he uttered them an hour ago. We need you.

The news brings Namjoon more relief than he’d cared to admit. Kim Yonghyun had never been much of a father to him anyway. His own mother had known better than he did, vanishing when Namjoon was twelve, never to be heard from again. She was still out there somewhere, hopefully where Yonghyun couldn’t find her.

Looking out the window, he looks out onto the courtyard of the compound, the bars on his window reminding him that this was the same prison he’d run away from years ago. Even if his room was still pristine and untouched, like it was waiting for him to come back. Even if Hoseok had still brewed him a cup of his favorite espresso after Namjoon had coldly refused to talk further about Hyun.

His own son was named after the monster who created him, and Namjoon wonders if he’d ever truly been able to let his past go. Or if it’d always remained, a black stain hiding under the disguise he’d created for himself, the false life he’d built. The one that was now about to come crumbling down.

He’s driven our organization to shit, Hoseok had said. Starting careless disputes with the other families, engaging in pointless violence. We need a better leader, a stronger one.

They needed him to finally step up to onto the pedestal they’d created for him, to accept his legacy with open arms. If you’d asked him seven years ago, Namjoon would have vehemently refused, convinced that there was a better life for him out there, one where he could live freely and be a normal kid who went to college, who fell in love, who got married and bought a house. Now, he wasn’t sure if those had been dreams or delusions.

He needed to talk to you.

It’s not even a day later when you hear the distinctive clink of Namjoon’s keys at the door, Hyun babbling at the table. 

The soft thud of his shoes at the entryway feels like the loudest sound you’ve ever heard, heavier than the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. 

“APPA!” Hyun screeches with joy, his chubby arms reaching out for Namjoon’s longer ones. 

“Hyunnie,” Namjoon’s eyes crinkle in adoration, lifting him up out of the high chair swinging him around. Hyun’s delighted giggles echo, Namjoon’s soft chuckles accompanying them, and for a moment, it feels like everything is back to normal. But it isn’t. 

You don’t lift your eyes to look up at Namjoon, and he notices. Pressing a kiss to Hyun’s hair, he sets him down.

“Hyunnie, go play with your toys. Appa needs to talk to Mama for a few minutes.”

“Hyunnie miss you Appa. Pleez don’t leave again.” And with that he waddles off, leaving the air heavy in between you both. 

Namjoon takes a seat next to you at the table, watching the way your throat bobs like you’re trying not to cry, and he feels tears of his own spring forth. 

“___,” he reaches for your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb, and that’s when you explode into quiet sobs, praying that Hyun can’t hear you from the other room.

Namjoon’s arms wrap around you in an instant, stroking your back until the sobs subside, urging you to take deep breaths, and finally you’re ready. 

You reach behind you to grab for something, and Namjoon pales when you push a folder with a stack of papers his way, his worst nightmare coming true. 

“No,” Namjoon protests, refusing to open the folder. “Absolutely not. Why are you doing this?”

“You lied to me Namjoon,” you declare firmly, doing your best to overcome the wobble in your voice. “Or is that even your real name?”

All the blood rushes out from Namjoon’s face at your accusation, wondering what you found out, what you knew now, and he aches with the regret that he never got to tell you himself. 

He’d been thinking about this moment for years, about what he’d do if this ever happened, and despite the thousands of theorized and calculated ways he’d settled on going about his explanation, he chokes back a sob. A needy, desperate feeling overcomes him, one that tells him that this isn’t it, that this can’t be the end.

“What are you saying ___? Are you calling me a liar? Look at me.”

He lifts your face up to his, searching your eyes for a spark of emotion, anything that would convince him you didn’t mean what you said, but all he finds are hollow pools of emptiness.

“I’m still Namjoon. I’m your husband, I’m Hyun’s father. This, this is all real. What we have is real. I’m begging you, please, please don’t throw it away like this.”

You take a moment to respond, knowing that what you have to say will be the end of this, will probably drive a stake through the spectacle that had been your marriage, and you feel less guilty when you remember that he did this first. That while all you’d ever been was honest, loving him with everything you had, he’d kept secrets from you. He’d put you and Hyun in danger.

“Is it drugs, then?” Namjoon recoils, feeling his stomach drop. “Or do you fuck with people’s money instead, putting them in helpless situations just for a couple hundred dollars you need to survive? I always used to wonder, why it felt like even though I was your wife, I never knew you properly. Never knew anything about your past. I thought it was because you had some kind of unresolved trauma. But that’s bullshit. You’ve been the one traumatizing people for years. You and the rest of your friends.”

You knew who he was, the legacy he came from. He doesn’t even need to ask how you found out. You’d always been the smartest woman he’d every known, putting together the most complex mathematical formulas. All you needed was a hint. Yoongi and Seokjin had fed it right to you.

“This isn’t fair,” he chokes out. “You don’t know anything about the other side of things, ___. You can’t even imagine what I’ve had to go through, why I’ve had to do what I do. I did it for you!”

“Stop saying that!” you cry out. “Stop it, please. If you really wanted to protect me, if you really wanted to protect Hyun, you would have left. You wouldn’t have brought this darkness into our home. Do you know what could happen to him, Namjoon? He’s only three years old!”

At your outburst, Hyun comes running into the kitchen, his face falling when he sees his Mama’s eyes red with tears. 

“Mama,” he reaches out for you, and you pull him onto your lap, holding him in a death grip, because you’re afraid of what will happen to him if you let go.

“Mama, no crying peez, Appa came back,” he wipes a tear from your face, and Namjoon’s heart breaks into two. Hyun didn’t know that it was his fault. You gently stroke his dark hair, whispering in his ear to go up to his room and change, and that you’ll come by for a bedtime story soon. You say nothing when Hyun asks for Namjoon to come up too, and Namjoon knows tonight will be his last night ever spent in his home.

When Hyun leaves, he reaches back out for you, but you slap his arm away.

“___, please, there’s no need to overreact. I can explain everything, just please, please don’t push me away. I need you.”

The last sentence comes out in the form of a sob, and Namjoon wishes more than anything that you’d hold him right now, that you’d stay by his side while things fell apart around him.

“Do you know what the worst part of this is, Namjoon? I’ve been staring at my phone for days, trying to summon up the courage to say something, to call the police, to ruin you. But I can’t. Because there’ll always be some sick, twisted part of me that loves you. But I don’t want you to lie anymore. I want you to leave.”

Namjoon’s shoulders slump in defeat, and his voice shakes.

“Is there nothing I can say to convince you to fix this?”

“No.”

“Okay,” Namjoon accepts. “I’ll go.”

You don’t say a word to him as he pads out of the kitchen, slipping his coat over his shoulders and tying his shoes. He wonders if he should stop in and say goodbye to Hyun, but decides against him. His son would hate him eventually for what he did, and if Namjoon had learned anything from running away from home, a clean break was best. He hopes that the two of you can live peacefully now, no longer burdened by the demons he’s had to shoulder.

As he slips out the door, he hears your voice, so quiet that he’s almost not convinced it’s real.

“Thank you.”

Hoseok is awake when Namjoon returns, red-eyed and aching, drunk off one too many glasses of whiskey. He says nothing at first when Namjoon collapses onto the seat across of him, but eventually he can’t hold back.

“The old man wants to talk to you in the morning.” 

It feels like another punch to Namjoon’s gut, having to face his father after losing you. He feels like a laughingstock, hearing his father’s mocking words in the back of his mind, calling him weak, sentimental, a fool.

For the first time in his life, Namjoon agrees with him. When he was a boy, he’d dreamt of a life away from the city’s underbelly, one that wasn’t governed by the shackles of duty and tradition. His mother leaving had only fueled his desire to seek an out. Because Namjoon didn’t want to commit himself to a life of lies, violence, and deceit. 

He knew that Yoongi, Hoseok, and Seokjin operated outside of the frame and that the work they did was illegal. To them, the Kims had always been about being the shining paragon of the city’s scum. Their deals with the cops to keep trouble off the streets had worked for decades, but now it seemed like just like Namjoon’s own life, his father’s empire was collapsing. He knew Yonghyun was growing senile with his old age, and Namjoon shivers when he thinks of how bad things had gotten for them to come looking for him again.

As he ponders, Hoseok studies him curiously, remarking that the Namjoon that sat before him now looked nothing like his clumsy childhood friend who’d always raved about poetry and or school. Namjoon had always been the best of them, a bright star amongst a sea of dark mercenaries. But now, he looked completely worn, ready to submit to a fate he’d never wanted.

“Do you really hate us that much, Namjoon-ah?” Hoseok asks quietly, and Namjoon gulps, unable to answer him. His head was pounding. 

Hoseok knew Namjoon had snuck out to see you, and for the first time, he realizes how little he actually knows the man who he used to call his best friend. He assumed at first that is was some kind of magic pussy that kept Namjoon in a chokehold for so long, but seeing him now, he can’t help but think it’s something deeper.

Hoseok had never really known love growing up. He couldn’t even say he loved the fiancée his parents had chosen for him. But he had an inkling that love was what destroyed Namjoon’s life, what turned him into the shell of a man sitting before him.

He’d do anything to get his old friend back.

“Hyunnie, please let go of Mama, please,” you beg your screaming son, snot and spit soaking the side of your blazer as he balls his tiny fists into the fabric, refusing to go with the daycare teacher. 

He hadn’t understood Namjoon’s departure at first, asking you every day if he was coming home, if he’d been working too much. You didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth, so you lied, saying Namjoon was away on a trip. He’d believed you for a while, but Hyun was as smart as Namjoon.

Now, he realized his father wasn’t coming back, and it only meant he clung on tighter to you. It broke your heart that Hyun thought you’d ever leave him. You wondered if he’d hate you should he ever find out you sent Namjoon away. 

Summoning up the urge to peel Hyun off of you, you press a dozen kisses to his tear-stained cheeks, his tiny sniffles sending pangs of guilt through you. The daycare teacher smiles sympathetically at you, before luring Hyun away with a book, and you muster a tiny grin at his somewhat excited face. He was Namjoon’s son, through and through.

The thought of Namjoon sends a jolt of pain across your temples, and you resist the urge to cry in public, knowing you had a sea of tears stored. You thought you knew what you were doing, ending things between you two, but you’d never imagined how impossibly hard it would be doing everything alone. 

Namjoon had been your partner in every way. He’d shouldered every burden with you equally, and celebrated every happiness. To have it all stop so suddenly felt more overwhelming than you could put into words.

It felt like your life had come to standstill, the man you’d left behind taunting you, while the future remained dark and murky. You’d do your best for Hyun, of course, but you didn’t know if you’d every truly be able to recover.

You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you. You can still have a happy life, meet someone new, fall in love again.

Yoongi’s words echo in the back of your mind, and you want to tell him just how wrong he was, but the sight of someone leaning against your car stops you.

Your shocked face stares into Namjoon’s dark eyes, and you feel the ground slip out from underneath you. Namjoon’s arms are out before you can even topple over, catching you. He looks taller, his hair longer, wearing what looks like an expensive designer suit, the fabric more fine than anything you’ve seen before.

He looks at you with concern, studying for any signs that you’re sick, or hurt. When he’s satisfied with your overall condition, he finally speaks.

“I’m not going to take up too much of your time, I swear. I have some things to do after this.”

You wonder what things he’s referring to, and decide you don’t want to know. 

“I just,” he starts, but pauses mid-way, shoulders slumping. “I just wanted to see you again. And Hyun. I’m sorry ___.”

You give a subtle nod, but no indication that you have any sympathy for him, and turn to leave. Before you can get into the car, he spins you towards him again.

“My real name is Kim Namjoon. Not Kang. I shouldn’t even be telling you this, but my father’s name is Kim Yonghyun. You don’t have to say anything, or respond, but you deserve to know.”

And then he lets you go.

Tucking a sleeping Hyun into bed, you sit down on the couch, the bright glare of your laptop hurting your eyes. Opening Google, you type in Kim Yonghyun, and your mouth gapes in shock. 

The articles about the Kim family go back for decades. They’re not just a lowlife gang, they’re an entire organization. Yonghyun was their current leader, and Namjoon was his son. Heir to a criminal legacy. Your gut twists as you click more articles, names popping up that were familiar to you - Lee, Ahn, Song. These people owned over half the city. They were everywhere, infiltrating your daily life. And you’d fallen in love with one of them. Suddenly, parts of Namjoon’s past begin to click for you. The way he’d been so desparate to have a normal college experience, dragging you out to a bar with him. The way he’d put his entire soul into doing well at his classes, interviewing for jobs. You’d always told him to slow down, that the two of you had many years to figure it out, but for Namjoon, figuring it out was difference between life and death. 

You wonder if your kind, gentle husband who loved books and stopped for tiny animals on the side of the road had ever killed a man.

Slamming your laptop shut, you curl up in the blankets of the couch, hoping that tonight Namjoon wouldn’t chose to visit you in your dreams again.

Namjoon frowns, looking over the stack of files that Seokjin had unceremoniously dumped on his desk. Unbelievable. His father had him reading through twenty years’ worth of documents on the organization, everything from the code of honour to the accounts. The old man didn’t trust him.

His glasses slide down his nose, and he rubs at his temples. Disappearing without a trace hadn’t been his finest move.

“This look suits you,” Seokjin snickers from across the table, and Namjoon scowls. “You look like a proper godfather.”

“Shut it,” Namjoon grumbles, and Seokjin’s smile only grows wider.

“Only like being called daddy, huh?” he quips, and Namjoon’s ears go red. Fuck Seokjin and his merciless teasing.

“Oh my god, don’t tell me—” Seokjin looks at him with wide eyes, and Namjoon holds up a hand to cut him off.

“One more word, hyung, and you’ll wish you kept your stupidly perfect mouth shut.”

“So,” Seokjin ignores him completely, spinning around in his office chair. “What’s the grand plan, Godfather Kim? You gonna take over for Yonghyun or what?” 

Namjoon doesn’t respond, and Seokjin leans over the table.

“Is it really that bad, Namjoon? Our org is more well-run than most of the other lowlifes on the streets. You have everything here - unlimited respect, unlimited bitches, unlimited money.”

“There’s more to life than bitches and money, hyung.” And Seokjin rolls his eyes.

“God, you and Yoongi are the exact same. You get married and turn into huge simps. So, tell me about her.”

Namjoon looks up, prepared to tell Seokjin that he’s not in the mood for his jokes, but the look in the older man’s eyes is sincere, like he genuinely wants to know.

“___ is,” Namjoon begins. “She’s everything to me. Before I met her, I didn’t know one person could change your entire life. After I ran away, I wondered if I made the right decision, about whether leaving this all behind was worth it. But she, she made it worth it. She and Hyun are the best things that have ever happened to me.” 

Namjoon closes the file, rising abruptly. Running into you had been an impulsive decision, and he hadn’t fully prepared himself for the rush of emotions he felt seeing you again. Your hair still smelt like the jasmine shampoo you used, the bags under your eyes darker and your clothes a little rumpled, but his body still responded in the same way it had when you’d shyly kissed him when he dropped you off after a study date so many years ago. And he felt guilty.

“Namjoon-ah, I’m sorry.” Seokjin’s words make him turn sharply. “We didn’t want to drag them into this, I swear.”

“What do I do hyung?” Namjoon holds back a sob. “I lost her.”

“You’re a smart guy, Namjoon-ah. You’ll figure things out. You always have.”

The knock on the door startles you awake, and you nearly fall out of bed looking at the time on the alarm clock. 12:03am. Quietly slipping into your house shoes, you check on Hyun, afraid something had happened to your baby. A deep sigh of relief escapes when you see him nestled in his crib, sleeping peacefully with one fist curled up into a tiny ball.

Padding down the stairs, you look at the various pictures on the wall - photos of you and Namjoon and Hyun throughout the years. Your graduation photos, your engagement photos, your wedding, Hyun’s first birthday. Memories that had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. The crushing realization hits you that you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to keep this house anymore. What’s worse is that you realize you may not want to either. 

You peek through the doorhole, paling when you see Namjoon on the other end, and you’re sure he knows you’re currently behind the door. Throwing the door open, you take in his disheveled appearance, suit rumpled and hair sticking up in every direction, Yoongi right behind him.

“I–, I’m sorry,” he stutters. “I just wanted to see Hyun. Five minutes, that’s all.”

“He’s asleep,” you clarify, wanting him to leave as quickly as possible. “Now is not a good time.”

“Please,” he begs, his eyes misting, and you move without thinking, stepping aside to let him in.

Behind him, Yoongi follows, back in your home for the second time in as many months, and you watch his eyes flicker to the various portraits that line the walls and sit on top of the tables.

Namjoon climbs up the stairs, and you don’t know why you decide to follow along, intruding on the private moment as he disappears into Hyun’s nursery.

“Hyunnie,” his low voice echoes into the emptiness of the room. “How are you buddy? You’ve grown so much since the last time I saw you.”

The heaviness in Namjoon’s voice makes it clear to you that he’s crying, and your arms itch to wrap around him, to comfort him. He wasn’t a terrible father.

Namjoon stares at the cot for a few moments longer, never making a move to reach for Hyun, and then he turns and makes his way out, stopping in the hallway.

“Thank you—”

“Do you want a cup of tea?” you blurt out. 

Nodding silently, Namjoon follows you down to the kitchen, Yoongi appearing shocked that he doesn’t seem to be heading straight for the door.

“Both of you sit, please. I’ll make some tea.”

You get to work, pots and pans clattering as you swear under your breath, trying to keep the volume down so you don’t disturb Hyun.

Yoongi’s sharp eyes peer across the table at Namjoon, and he nods, subtly willing Namjoon to break the not so awkward silence.

“My father, I mean, I, uh-, I have some money set aside for Hyun’s college fund.”

Yoongi’s neutral stare turns into daggers, and Namjoon grows even more flustered.

“I don’t want to take your money.” You set the tea mugs on the table, pulling up a chair, the only sound the be heard the occasional slurp of the hot beverage.

“___, is there nothing I can do to make this work? I want to fix this.”

His plea surprises even Yoongi, who turns to look at your reaction. You remain frozen, mouth agape, before firmly nodding your head.

“I can’t trust you Namjoon. You lied to them, you lied to me for so many years. That doesn’t just go away.”

“I know. It won’t go away, but it doesn’t have to. But maybe we can put these pieces back together, use them to build a stronger foundation. Like kintsugi.”

The mention of the golden seams fills you with a warmth you didn’t think was possible to feel again. You look down at the mug you’d picked out, and a small smile graces your face when you see that it’s the one he repaired for you in the same way right after you’d dropped it during your first week in the house.

The conversation suddenly feels too suffocating, to intimate for your weary-eyed self in the dead of the night. There was a lot the two of you had to work through, things that could take years to properly unpack. Could you condemn yourself to that nightmare? Could you subject Hyun to the pain of two parents who had a hard time being in the same room? You weren’t sure it was worth it. But you also knew that Namjoon would keep turning up, using Hyun as an excuse or blaming a coincidence, just so he could convince you again. 

“We should get some sleep,” you put the mug down, your soft steps echoing as you walk out, leaving the two men alone, but not before you hear Yoongi’s hushed voice.

“College fund? Really?” 

The recoil of the shot rings in Namjoon’s ears as he watches the bullet whiz through the air, missing the target completely and lodging itself into the wall. He lets out a heavy sigh, the empty weapon falling from his hands.

“Great job, Namjoon-hyung. You were so close! You’ll definitely make it next time.” The doe-eyed boy next to him bounces with pent-up energy, patting him on the back. Jeon Jungkook was every bit the son that Yonghyun deserved. He, along with new recruits to the Kim clan, his cousin Taehyung and Park Jimin, were the sons that Yonghyun always deserved. Never missing a mark. Never fucking up a mission. Never running away from anything. Namjoon doesn’t have the heart to tell Jungkook he missed on purpose. Not because he sucked, but because he was a coward. The pressure from his father had been mounting for him to finally prove himself worthy of the Kim lineage, and to send him out on a mission. Namjoon had accepted with reservations in his heart - no longer sure where his life was taking him.

The good news was you started to let him visit Hyun, Namjoon slipping through the door at the middle of the night to stroke his son’s hair. He could feel your eyes watching him from the nursery door, but you never came inside. 

He thinks back to his last visit a few days ago.

He’d been brave enough to press a kiss to Hyun’s chubby face, his cheeks puffing out as he stirred slightly, which was Namjoon’s cue to back away. Until he heard it.

Come back Appa, the tiny voice whimpered, and Namjoon had never walked faster out of Hyun’s room, tears clinging to his lashes until he bumped into your frozen figure outside. Your cheeks were wet with tears too, and Namjoon didn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around you, sobbing into your shoulder, the two of you staying like that longer than he could count.

When you finally separated, a choked whimper escaped you, like you wanted to say something, but instead, you turned on your heel, sprinting towards what was once your shared bedroom. The soft thud of the door slamming shut had been the end of that.

“Jeon, can I steal him for a second?” Yoongi comes up behind him, clapping Namjoon on the back. He’s not alone. His wife, who Namjoon had known well throughout their childhood, is behind him, the two of them looking at him with a mischevious glint in their eyes.

“You’ll never believe who we ran into just now,” Yoongi’s wife laughs, and Namjoon tilts his head in confusion.

She launches into an animated discussion about how she’d seen ___ and Hyun while touring a a daycare for Hana, Yoongi’s daughter.

“She’s wonderful Namjoon, why haven’t you ever introduced us?” Namjoon looks to Yoongi for support, but the other man just smirks, placing a reassuring hand on his wife’s back.

“Don’t worry dear, I have a feeling we’ll see Namjoon and ____ together sooner than we’ll think,” reaching for his phone.

Namjoon’s own phone pings with the notification of a text, and he looks down to see that Yoongi has sent him a discreet picture of ____ and Hyun, smiling happily as they talked to his wife, and he breathes a sigh of relief. The way you talked to them with ease puts a small glimmer of hope in his chest, that maybe with time, with convincing, you could be okay with this. Okay with him. And that the three of you could be happy again.

He’d keep fighting for you both. He had to.

Shivering, you shake tiny droplets from your hair as you step inside, the stark, white walls of the gallery as uninviting as the outside climate. You chatter your teeth and rub your arms in an attempt to warm up. Hyun was at daycare, and part of you felt guilty for leaving him there when you knew you didn’t have any work meetings today, but you needed time alone. To think. 

The receptionist greets you with a warm smile, excitedly telling you all about their latest exhibit, and you smile and nod politely, eager to get away from her chipper presence, and to bask in your own gloom. You could have done anything else today - caught up on paperwork, tackled the massive pile of laundry that sat in your room, had a treat-yourself session at the mall, but something compelled you to come and see the new gallery that had opened in the city. Sighing, you realize it’s probably because Namjoon would have loved it, and you missed seeing the way his eyes twinkled when he saw a piece he liked, standing behind you and sending goosebumps all along your arm when he whispered the meaning into your ear.

Half the time, the comments would quickly stray away from the art, and turn to the way he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you at home, to tear your clothes off, to have you screaming under him while he made you forget your own name. Another shiver hits you, but this time, it’s not from the cold. 

Shoes clacking, you step into the open space, the paintings arranged neatly along the wall, and you pick one to study.

The interlocking lines and the bold geometric patterns kept you busy, your eyes flitting from corner to corner, head swimming with thoughts about the tricks the painting seemed to be playing. They looked like they went on forever, creating a grid, or a map, that careened off the canvas, trailing off into infinity. It made you feel even more lonely, a mere speck in this huge world, full of so many things you were unaware of. 

“It’s called Nucleus,” a voice calls out from behind you. One that you knew all too well. You turn to see Namjoon, his hair equally soaked and heavy coat dripping onto the floor. You should have known he’d be interested in the exhibit. It wasn’t like mafia bosses existed outside the realm of humanity.

You want to back away as he comes closer, but remain frozen in place.

“The lines and patterns are supposed to draw your eyes to every corner, make you study the entire painting, but it’s a trick of course. All that really matters is how they come together in the center, creating a focal point of attention. A nucleus. An omphalos. A heart.”

You look up at him, sucking in a sharp breath, and you want to be alone, somewhere private, somewhere he couldn’t see you break down from all the pain, all the hurt that you’d put the two of yourselves through.

Namjoon senses you’re about to leave before you do, and he already slips an arm around your waist, stopping you in your tracks.

“It’s raining. Let me drop you home.”

Gulping, you nod your agreement, his hand never leaving it’s place on your waist as the two of you step out into the deluge.

. . . 

Rain always scared you. You hated how dark it made everything seem, the eerie shadows it would cast through the blinds of your home, the loud crackle of thunder that would wake Hyun up with a sob. 

Namjoon, on the other hand, loved the rain. It reminded him that the world wasn’t monolithic, that it was ever-changing. It helped him realize that he didn’t have to be forced into a role he didn’t want to play, that while it poured outside, new life could be born and could blossom.

The two of you come to a pause outside the doorstep, Namjoon’s eyes mirroring the storm outside, full of uncertainty. You were sure you were the same, the two of you mirroring each other, but no longer having the same nucleus to pivot around.

Namjoon holds his breath, wanting a few more moments with you to remember, before fate would inevitably set you on your separate ways again. He can smell the dew collecting on the grass, but there’s also the fragrance of your shampoo, and he observes the way the droplets collect on the tip of your nose, before dropping down to wet your lips.

You surge forward, seeking his lips, and Namjoon stumbles for a brief second, before his arm comes up to wrap around you, meeting you halfway. You feel dizzy, clinging onto his warmth like it’s an anchor, keeping you from floating away from this moment.

The solid wood behind you falls away when Namjoon wrestles with the doorknob, the two of you slipping and sliding into the entryway, Namjoon’s tongue becoming more insistent, and a low whine escapes from the back of your throat.

The two of you part, soaked and trembling, and Namjoon rests his forehead to yours. You can feel his hot breath fan against your cheeks, now flushed from the cold, and you realize your fists are still balled into the heavy material of his jacket. 

Heat rises in your chest, and you feel like a livewire, tingling at the mere thought of having Namjoon so close to you again. You knew this was a bad idea, that it would complicate everything, but you didn’t have it in you to care, heart skipping a beat when Namjoon pulls you back in, seeking your lips once more.

The coat falls to the floor in no time at all, and you can’t stop your hands from roaming everywhere, Namjoon’s damp shirt doing nothing to hide the body you knew so well, the one you’d probably never forget.

His thumbs slip underneath the hem of your shirt, tracing circles into the top of your hips, you whine even louder.

Moments later, the scratchy sheets of the bed meet your back, Namjoon setting you down softly, reaching over his head to take off his soaked clothes. Sighing, you reach for his hands, the warm fingertips slipping through your cold ones easily, and pull him towards you, limbs tangling together in desperation. Your skirt slips up to your waist, exposing your soaked panties, and Namjoon’s hands settle on your thighs, gripping them hard enough to leave marks, and dips his head down to leave soft kisses on your core.

“Say it,” he begs. “Say you want me.”

“I n-need you, Joon, need to feel you, fuck–” 

You moan when he pushes the fabric to the side, flicking his tongue against your folds, and your hands reach for his hair, tugging at the strands while he groans underneath.

“Fuck, I missed the way you taste, always so good for me,” he groans, slipping a finger in to circle around your clit, and you writhe against him, unable to take the teasing. 

“Does my pretty girl want me to fuck her?” He groans into your pussy, arms flexing to keep you spread out underneath him, and you babble incoherently, unable to put your desire into words. All you knew was that you never wanted this moment to end.

When you feel yourself teetering on the brink, body flushing with anticipation, it all stops. Panting, you look at Namjoon, his dark eyes surveying you hungrily, and a shiver makes its way down your spine.

“Ride me, baby,” he orders.

Peeling the rest of your wet clothes off, you watch Namjoon settle into the pillows, like he never left at all, and it makes your heart lurch. His hand reaches for yours when you climb back over him, hips straddling his thighs, and he presses it to his chest, right above where his heart beats, hissing when he slips into you.

You rock against him slowly, gently, your heavy breathing the only sound amidst the backdrop of rain, and his hands reach for you, roaming over every bit of your body, light touches that drive you wild. Leaning back, you anchor yourself on the sheets, allowing him to roll his hips upward, the two of you moving in tandem.

“Mine,” he sighs, cupping your ass. “All mine.”

“Yours,” you echo, walls clenching around him when he began to slowly rub circles on your clit, tears stinging your eyes.

His other hand reaches for your neck, pulling you in to wipe the tears away with the pad of his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours as you fall apart around him, Namjoon’s thrusts speeding up as he groans into your shoulder, your arms drawing circles into his back as he spills inside of you.

Lifting you off of him, his arms reach around your body to press you against him, his lips ghosting your forehead, and you feel a wet trail of tears on his cheeks as the words spill out, and he tells you everything.

Tells you about growing up with a father who belittled and abused him for being weak, about his mother who left when he was a teen, about Seokjin, Yoongi, and Hoseok, his friends who he feels like he’d abandoned. He tells you that he’s not sure what the right thing is anymore, not sure who needs him more – the city or his family, and how he feels so fucking lost all the time. He rambles until his voice becomes thick with fatigue, slowly eventually to the deep breaths you’d come to know beside you for yours, and you wrap his arms tighter around you. 

When you wake up in the morning, he’s gone.

Namjoon’s head pounds with guilt as he follows his father into the car, the tinted windows obscuring his plight from the world around him. Behind him, Yoongi and Hoseok look on with sharp eyes, guns belted into their holsters, preparing themselves for the imminent shitshow that was about to arise.

The problem was, it had already begun the moment Namjoon kissed you last night. His mind runs through the countless memories he’d stored from that night, from your soft lips to the sharp cries of pleasure that he’d wrought from you, and decides that he’s even more fucked now.

Looking at his phone, his thumb hovers over the text you’d sent him, one that was definitely borne from anger at seeing an empty bed when you woke up.

I’m leaving with Hyun in a week. Please don’t come and see us again.

Sighing, he decides to focus on the car moving to quell his nausea, to keep back the bile that rises in his throat. He had to hold it together in front of Yonghyun. If he messed this up now, he’d have nothing left.

. . .

Taking the receipt from the bank teller, you survey the amount of money withdrawn, praying it’s enough for you to start somewhere new with Hyun, your heart breaking at the thought of finally leaving Namjoon for good. You’re one foot out the door when you hear a voice behind you.

“___? Is that you?” Turning, you’re met with the handsome face of Kim Seokjin, looking grim-faced in a black suit.

Ignoring him, you keep walking. You wanted nothing to do with him, nothing to do with Namjoon anymore. 

“___, please, please wait,” he stops you with a hand on your arm, beckoning you to sit with him. The two of you make your way to a secluded bench in a park, and Seokjin stares at you, before sighing in defeat, realizing you weren’t going to talk.

“Yonghyun is taking Namjoon to make a deal with the Lees today,” he looks out at the people strolling by. “It’s a test for him – if Namjoon does well, he’ll become the leader. These types of things usually go one of two ways - either we handle it, or becomes a bloodbath.”

“Good for him,” you grit through your teeth, ignoring the way your heart does a flip. “It seems like that’s what he wanted all along.”

“I’m not here to talk to you about Namjoon,” he says somberly. “Whatever happened is between him and you, it’s not my place to interfere.”

“Look,” you say with a clipped voice, “Can we cut this bullshit? What do you want Seokjin? You can’t convince me to go back to him.”

“I’m here to tell you about me,” he says, his eyes trained to the ground. “About my story.”

“What makes you think I want to hear anything about you?” you say, instantly regretting how rude it sounded.

“You probably don’t, but I always do this. Whenever I have this random feeling like everything might go to shit, I find the most random person I can think of, and tell them about Kim Seokjin. It makes me feel like less of a petty criminal, and more of a human, like someone people would want to remember. Sometimes it’s the ahjumma who runs a fruit stand, or the ahjusshi on his way to work. Sometimes it’s a bored kid. Today, I just happened to find you.”

He offers you a sip of his coffee, and you politely decline.

“I guess I should start at the beginning,” he chuckles. “I’ve known Namjoon since before he could walk. My father was his right hand man, but my parents were killed when I was young. Namjoon’s family took me in, and soon enough Yoongi and Hoseok joined our little circle. We were the best of friends’ thick as thieves, and for a while we were happy, but then Namjoon’s mother left.”

Your mind flits back to Namjoon’s hurried conversation in bed, babbling about how his mother had enough, about how she had to go.

“Namjoon was nothing like his father. He was everything like her, and the moment he saw that Yonghyun had pushed her away, had turned her into an unhappy shell, he grew restless. I always knew he’d leave us one day, that he’d try to carve out his own path.”

“Yoongi and Hoseok were bitterly upset, they couldn’t believe him. I couldn’t either. I mean, what kind of dork runs away from a multi-million dollar empire for a college education?”

You laugh hollowly at his joke, and he musters a small smile.

“It must have been about two weeks after he left. Or maybe it was a month. I’m not sure anymore. When you’re as old as I am, the days all start to blend together.”

“You don’t look a day past thirty,” you quip, and he snickers.

“It started with a girl,” he sighs. “Most things do. Contrary to what you think, even members of the mafia need our old wake me up call, and I stepped into a random coffee shop, and there she was. I flirted with her like an idiot, cracked my silly jokes, and it felt different from all the pointless hook-ups I had, from all the missions I’d spent with a gun strapped to my back chasing money. We started seeing each other.”

You look past him out onto the park, guilt permeating your body at his words. Was this how Namjoon had felt when he met you? Were you really worth leaving behind everything to him.

“A month later, she was dead. Shot outside the coffee shop after locking up one night. All because they knew she was associated with me. All because I was selfish, and only thought of myself. That’s when I realized there was no way out for any of us, except Namjoon.”

Shuddering, you think back to the years Namjoon spent shrouding the dark side of himself from the world outside, how difficult it must have been to carry this black mark on his back for so long.

“I fucking hated everything in that moment. I hated my family, I hated my friends, I hated this life, I hated her. But most of all, I hated myself for being a walking target on the backs of those I cared about the most. I couldn’t console her family, her co-workers, I couldn’t do anything. They all would have seen me as the monster who caused her death. All I could fucking do was go back to doing what I had always done.”

He rises suddenly, telling you that he has to go soon, but that he needs to finish, that there’s something you need to hear.

“There was one night, where I was wandering around, recklessly drunk, probably in a park like this. I felt like doing something stupid – maybe killing someone, maybe shouting into the void. And I saw him. Namjoon. With you.”

You freeze. You and Namjoon had gone to the park hundreds of times, sometimes walking through it at night, other times riding your bike through the day. A chill runs down your spine when it hits you how close the two of you had come to meeting, Namjoon’s two worlds colliding.

“I wasn’t spying on you, I’m not an asshole. But you guys were being all cutesy and shit, and it finally struck me that he was in love. He hadn’t run away out of some misguided sense of fear, or superiority. He just wanted to live a normal life, one that was full of happiness. I never told anyone I saw you two because I knew it’d blow up in his face. And mine too. But I guess it did anyway, huh?”

Tapping his foot anxiously, his hands begin to shake as he grows restless.

“I gotta go. But even if you don’t take Namjoon back, and I’m not telling you that you have to, I’m telling you there was something there worth fighting for. Namjoon’s not a stupid man, he knows how to set priorities, and he chose you. And Hyun. That has to mean something.”

He turns on his heels, and you feel your head throb, eyes misting with tears.

“Seokjin!” you call out to him, and he turns, looking at you curiously. Smiling at him, you let a tear trickle down your face. “In another world, do you think we could’ve been friends? All of us?”

He smirks, crossing his arms.

“Maybe. But we’ll never know, will we?”

And with that he walks away.

Sweat trickles down Namjoon’s back as Yonghyun’s face grows redder, his screams becoming shriller. He can tell the Lees aren’t amused with his proposition to buy up more of their territory. His heart thuds in his ears, and he looks down the line to Yoongi, Hoseok, and Seokjin, who’d joined them recently. They all remain stone-faced, like they’d been through this before.

“Kim Yonghyun, you bought from us years ago and promised you’d double our investments,” Mr. Lee says calmly, and Namjoon fears him. “Instead, you’ve driven our businesses into the ground. Our partnership isn’t working anymore, we see no reason not to forfeit it.”

Every one of the Kims tenses around him, their shoulders slumping in defeat, mournful at the ruination of their empire. Namjoon, on the other hand, sighs in relief. This was it, he could finally be free from everything tying him down, he could make it right with you.

“You can take the boy,” Yonghyun says, nodding towards his son, and Namjoon’s blood runs cold. “Marry him off to one of your daughters. He’s of no use to us anyway.”

“NO!” Namjoon interrupts him, and Yonghyun cackles at his panicked face, his withered arm reaching for Namjoon, offering him up to the Lees.

Namjoon squirms in his father’s tight grip, the Lees looking on in horror, and Yonghyun groans.

“God, shut up, you stupid boy!” he howls. “I’m sick of you.”

And his arms close around Namjoon’s neck.

Namjoon’s lungs burn as he squeezes, the blood rushing out of his head, and the sounds around him become muffled, his father’s screams of delight the only thing he can hear as his vision becomes spotty.

Until a shot rings out,, followed by another and Namjoon feels his father slump forward, choking on blood as the two of them thud to the ground.

“Namjoon-ah,” Hoseok screams. “Are you with us, shit, shit, shit! Yoongi, help me, goddamnit.”

Together, the two of them pry Yonghyun off of him, and Namjoon regains enough clarity to see Kim Seokjin in front of him, smoke coming from the end of his pistol while he clutches his chest, the white of his shirt seeped in blood. Seokjin gives him a nod, and turns to leave, his footsteps echoing on the concrete stairs.

“We need to get you to a hospital, fuck,” Hoseok sobs, clutching Namjoon for dear life, and they carry him out. 

Stirring, Namjoon rubs his eyes sleepily, the beep of a heart monitor and the IV attached to his arm telling him he’s in the hospital. Blinking, he focuses enough to figure out he’s alone, the only other person in the room the nurse who charts down his vitals.

“Are you feeling better, dear?” the kind voice asks, and Namjoon’s heart drops to his stomach. He’d know that voice anywhere.

“Eomma?” he croaks, turning to look at a face he hasn’t seen in years. She looks the exact same as the day she left.

“Namjoon-ah?” she whispers, her eyes looking him up and down like she can’t believe it. “Is it really you?”

She lets out a sob, coming to hug him, and he winces when she presses into his body.

“Oh I’m sorry, I forgot your arm was sprained,” she blubbers, and he doesn’t say anything, surveying her.

“You were here this whole time?” he says, voice breaking. “Why didn’t you come back to us? Why didn’t you find me?”

“Because I never wanted to see you like this, Namjoon-ah. I was afraid, and I was scared. I left because I knew what your father was capable of. He made it his personal mission to turn the lives around him into a living hell, to the point where people didn’t even want to live anymore. I didn’t want to one day cradle your lifeless body in my hands, either because he’d had enough or because you’d had enough.”

Namjoons eyes fill with tears at seeing his mother, the only other woman in his life who’d shown him what it was like to chose himself, to chose happiness. Everything that he’d been through, everything he’d had with you, had been by her example.

“I kept tabs on you, though, I’d always look in the charts of nearby hospitals, looking for your name. It was a sign of relief every time I didn’t see it.”

“Will you stay with me, Eomma?” Namjoon asks, and she smiles sadly.

“Namjoon, I can’t—, if your father ever got word of me, he’d—”

“He’s dead,” Namjoon declares. “Seokjin killed him.”

His mother’s eyes widen in surprise, a tear leaking from them, and she collapses into sobs, shaking at his bedside. Her body is so withered, frail from so many years of abuse, and Namjoon holds her in his arms, whispering reassurances into her ear.

“You’re safe, Eomma. We both are.”

Namjoon looks nervously at Yoongi and Hoseok, their nods encouraging him to go on, and he straightens the tie his mother had picked out. Making his way up the path to your door again, he prays that you and Hyun haven’t left yet. 

The door opens before he can even knock, Hyun’s tiny figure looking up at him with wide eyes, and Namjoon resists the urge to sob at how much he’d grown up in the past couple of months. 

“Hyunnie?” you call out to him, sounding exhausted. “Who’s at the door?”

When Hyun doesn’t answer, you decide to come check, only to find him wrapped in Namjoon’s arms, your son sobbing into his father’s shoulder. You freeze when you see his arm in a sling.

“Never gonna leave you again, bud,” he says, muffled into Hyun’s tiny shoulder.

“Namjoon? Why are you here? What’s going on? The Kims—”

“There are no Kims, ___. Not anymore. It’s over.”

You throw yourself against him, sobs wracking your body.

“I missed you, god I missed you so much, I was gonna go insane.”

Taking your hand in his, you look up at him, lifting them to press a kiss to his knuckles, and he smiles at you.

“Don’t leave me again, okay? Whatever you need to say you can it. I promise I’ll listen, and we can work through it.”

Gesturing for Hyun to come join you, he wraps you both in a tight hug, savoring it, until you lean close and whisper in his ears.

“You’re our nucleus, Namjoon.”

Namjoon realizes he’d never really been weak at all. Not like Yonghyun had seen him. And now, as the autumn leaves crackled on the lawn, and Hyun ran excitedly outside, jumping through them with Yoongi and Hoseok, he realized that there may come a time in his life where he’d have to choose again. And for all the times he could have committed himself to a life of doom, times that sought to tempt him with his worst nightmares, he’d come out of it choosing you every time. 

Epilogue - 3 months later

“What do you mean he’s gone?” you look at Namjoon brows, furrowed in worry. Across the kitchen, Namjoon paces back and forth, feet clacking against the tile, as he resists the urge to rip his hair out.

In the distance, you can hear Hyun giggle, his halmeoni chasing him around the living room, and your eyes crinkle in a smile.

“Jungkook told me they haven’t been able to get a hold of him. Yoongi and Hoseok are up the wall.”

Rising from your seat, you try to calm your fretting husband, pressing a peck to his lips. You pout, and he sighs in resignation, knowing that it isn’t his problem to worry about. His hands come up to rest on your stomach, running over the tiny, firm bump that had brought forth new change into his life just two weeks ago.

“He’ll be fine, Namjoon,” you reassure him. “I know he will.”

“How?” Namjoon croaks out with worry, and you can’t blame him for his freakout.

“He’s Kim Seokjin, duh,” you deadpan, and Namjoon chuckles at your expression. “Now, stop this worrying, okay? I was promised matchamisu tonight, and I’m holding you to that.”

Accepting your hand, he lets you lead the way. Time for another date night.

a/n pt. 2: thank you for joining me on this crazy ride! for reference, the artist Namjoon and OC are talking about is Lee Seung Jio, and his series called Nucleus. As always, any comments or feedback are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi <3

[8thereisnowarinbasingse]

Hi there! I love your azula piece:) you write very well!! I was wondering if I could request azula x earth bender! reader? Maybe reader was assigned to azula as a personal guard and they have a fun flirty relationship, but one day azula gets upset because she really likes reader and she thinks reader is just messing with her? If you don't want to write it that's okay! Thank you so much <3

Wrong Interpretation | Azula x gn!reader

Characters: Azula, reader, servant, unnamed soldier

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: crying (sort of?)

Word Count: 2.1k

A/n: Thanks for the compliment! It’s always good to hear when people like what you write:) Also I’m sorry for the delay but I’ve gotten sick and had to catch up with school first

“This is stupid,” You groaned as you leaned back on your chair. The map that was spread out on your table was covered in lined and circles, marking escapes and entrances into the earth kingdom capital.

“Ba Sing Se is important to finally conquer the Kingdom Y/n,” Azula answered, flipping through the pages of an old book. “You know the city best.”

You scoffed, “I’ve only grown up there.”

A grin appeared on your lips as you watched Azula roll her eyes. Others didn’t dare to talk to Azula the way you did. The constant teasing and flirting had them fear for your position as her personal guard but nothing ever happened. The princess seemed to like your your attitude as it matched quite well with hers.

“You insisted on coming here with us,” Azula argued, setting her book aside to grab yet another one.

You sighed, “It’s my job to follow you around like a lost puppy.”

“So you don’t want to be here with me?”

You knew that she didn’t mean that question, yet it gave your heart a sting. The feelings you had for Azula couldn’t be denied and you didn’t want to. She made your smile appear every time she walks into the room. Of course, you’d never tell her that. You were just there to protect her after all.

“Of course I want to be here with you. I just think it’s way too spontaneous. Not even your uncle was able to conquer Ba Sing Se and he had a lot more time than you.” Your answer made Azula look up with a glare hut you saw the playful shimmer in her eyes.

“Does that mean you think I’m not capable of doing this?”

You expected such answer, the princess liked to see you panic. For your own good though, you were able to identify these situations over time.

“I’m sorry it came off the wrong way. I know you are more than capable of that,” you responded with a smile, deciding to leave the conversation. “I’ll grab another map, this one’s too old.”

Azula nodded, not looking up from her book, “Just don’t fall over the chair.”

“Is that supposed to be nice?”

“It is supposed to be a threat, Y/n. I hate distractions.”

“So my beauty isn’t distracting you?”

“I don’t know where I’m supposed to see beauty but there definitely isn’t enough to be distracting.”

You laughed quietly as you stood up. The map you were grabbing now was a couple years younger, made after Ba Sing Se was finally entirely built. It showed every secret entrance that could be of use.

“Now look at that,” you muttered as you set down the map next to Azula’s book, making the princess look to you.

“What, did you find a way to get in?”

You grinned, “No but I found the house I lived in.”

A book collided with your arm, making you let out a groan before you smirked, “What did I do now?”

Azula turned away from you, “You’re being an idiot. Again, I might add.”

You plopped down onto the chair next to Azula, a frown on your face as you rubbed your arm in deep thought.

“You’re not upset now, right?” Azula asked with another roll of her eyes.

“What if we dress up as Kyoshi Warriors,” you answered, still staring holes in the air.

“What?”

You abruptly stood up, almost knocking the chair over in the process, “We could pretend to be Kyoshi Warriors. That way we can get close to the King without anyone getting suspicious.” There was a short silence as Azula thought about your idea.

“We can do that,” she decided shortly after.

“I’ll talk to Yaora, I bet she can get us the robes.”

“Wait, Yaora?” Azula seemed confused. She didn’t know who Yaora was.

“The servant who’s there for me. I get along with her pretty well,” you began to ramble, not noticing how Azula’s face darkened.

“Then go and ask her,” she cut you off, earning a surprised look from you. The princess never cut you off so it was unusual for her to dismiss you like that.

You chose to ignore it and walked out of the room in search of the servant girl. It didn’t take long as you found her polishing one of your swords you brought as back-up.

“Yaora,” you called, making the girl look up with a smile, “I need you to do something for me.”

You told her the plan, sitting next to her while you began to help her polish the blade. It was a short conversation as she immediately understood what you meant. What you hadn’t noticed was Azula who stood behind the door, her face twisting in anger. To her, you were playing with her feelings. Making her fall for you just so you could abandon her for a servant. How pathetic, she thought. Yaora’s and your laughter was the last straw for her before she hurriedly walked down the hall to her room, overwhelmed with feelings.

“Thank you Yaora,” you smiled softly as you closed the door. The servant girl had just told you that she’d be able to get the things you needed faster than you thought.

Now, you were on your way to Azula, excited to share the good news. You had just reached her door when a soldier stopped you, “The princess wants to be alone at the moment.”

You nodded slowly, confused at Azula sudden mood swing but it wasn’t unusual for her so you shrugged it off and stepped past her door to tell Mai and Ty Lee first.

An almost silent sob stopped your movements. Turning around, a worried frown replaced your grin before you made your way towards Azula’s room, where the heart wrenching sounds emerged from.

“Azula?” You asked, voice so quiet you thought didn’t hear you.

It took her a moment but she eventually answered, “What do you want?” If you didn’t know the princess, you wouldn’t have noticed that she was hiding her shaking voice. Your assumptions were right, she had been crying.

“I thought I heard something,” you responded, closing the door after you’d stepped inside. “Just wanted to check up on you.”

Azula didn’t look into your eyes but the lighting in her room let her cheeks shine with tears. You tried to remember everything you said in search of something that might’ve caused the upset state your friend was in but you couldn’t think of anything. Azula’s emotionless face didn’t give anything away either but you were used to deal with such situations.

“Did I do something?” You questioned, deciding to make sure it wasn’t your fault.

“It’s not what you did just now Y/n.”

To say that you did not expect her answer was the least. The princess was quite known for shutting out her emotions, especially when anybody had hurt her.

You stepp closer, brushing your fingers over your hair. “Then you’ll have to tell me what’s wrong.”

A scoff was returned in answer, “Why would I?”

“Because I want to know what I did,” you responded, trying your best to let your voice stay neutral in order to not make Azula more upset than she already is. “I want to do better Zula, but I can’t do that if you don’t tell me how.”

“If you really wanted to do better than you’d have already noticed,” Azula hissed before she turned away from you.

Your heart sank at her words, you had seen Azula angry several times in the past but it was never directed at you, or so intense. Even though Azula neither shouted nor burned something within her reach, you practically felt the air tensing around the both of you.

“So it is me, I’m the problem,” you breathed, once again trying your best to mask the annoyance.

“It’s what you do Y/n,” Azula whispered.

The sudden what change in her voice had your eyes widen with concern. Not once had Azula opened up to you so quickly.

“What am I doing ‘Zula? I-I can do better just tell me how,” you rambled, rushing closer to her.

Azula flinched when your hand touched her arm. It was bold of you to touch her without her permission but you didn’t care right now.

“Talk to me,” you quietly pleaded as your hands slid up and down her arm.

“I just…” the princess turned away from you, looking to the ground, “Why do you keep messing with me?”

“Messing with you…” You repeated in a whisper. “Why would I mess with you?”

Azula’s voice was quiet and to your own surprise, almost like she’d break out in tears in front of you, “We’ve been friends for so long Y/n, you’re the only person who’s ever seen me vulnerable.”

The princess paused, she thought about what to say next in order to keep her posture, at least that’s what you think she’s doing. While Azula was looking for words, you were deep into your thoughts. You reflected on everything you had done today but nothing could have caused the current state Azula was in right now. Then it hit you, Yaora, the servant you were talking to after you had found a way to get into Ba Sing Se. You didn’t think it caused her discomfort but decided to keep it mind.

“Why can’t you love me back,” a shaky voice brought you back to reality. Azula had turned back to face you. Her expression was emotionless but you saw the shine in her eyes caused by the tears threatening to spill over her cheeks.

Something inside you snapped, making your heart beat faster as you let out a breath you didn’t know was stuck in your throat. A few steps of you brought Azula closer than she had been in a long time.

“You think I don’t love you?” You questioned, irritation lacing your normally confident tone.

“Don’t continue to do this,” Azula muttered as her gaze fell to a rose you had gifted her a while ago on Valentine’s day. You had excused it as a friendly gesture to gift Azula something. “I can’t let you keep messing with me.”

Her fingers aimed for it, seemingly wanting to burn it but she stopped when your hand reached around her wrist and pull her arm towards you.

“I’m sorry,” you simply apologized before Azula could rip out of your grip.

She stopped in her tracks and you thought to see a hint of confusion as her gaze pierced into your eyes, “You’re what?”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way Zula, I wasn’t intending on making you jealous,” you clarified with a smile, which was just a mask for your fastening heartbeat.

“Does that mean…you’re in love with me as well?”

A chuckle almost escaped you before you covered it up with a nod. It was still a mystery to you, how Azula could be the smartest and the most stupid person in a room at the same time but what should you expect, you knew her father and his opinions well. He wouldn’t teach his protégé things like this.

“It does,” you grinned, pulling her closer once again. “I have been for a long time.”

“Then why did you talk to a servant girl like that?” Azula asked.

You took a deep breath before you smiled, raising her chin with your hand to make her look at you, “We just got along well. I don’t feel anything for her, only for you.”

“Prove it.”

Of course she’d answer something along those lines, you knew about Azula’s childhood, many people had told you about it after you were assigned Azula’s personal guard.

With a smirk, you attached your lips to hers, letting everything around you turn silent. Azula’s lips were surprisingly soft and moved in sync with yours. You pulled her closer, letting her arms wrap around your neck as your hands moved to grip her waist. It was peaceful moment, every of your senses focused solely on the princess in front of you before you slowly pulled away with a smile on your face, “enough prove for you?”

“For now,” she shrugged but you saw a faint blush spreading over her face. “Just don’t ever do this to me again.”

You nodded, even though you knew that it was gonna happen again. Azula gets jealous quite easily. No matter how hard you’ll try, there will be more moments of assuring the princess that she’s the only one you want.

“I won’t, princess,” You reassured with a smirk covering your face.

You heard her take in a sharp breath as she took in the pet name. Azula’s shock was quickly replaced with her usual grin as she began to stroke your jaw with her fingers, “Princess? I like it. You’ll always use it from now on.”

You nestled your head into her neck as you closed your eyes and whispered, “As you wish princess.”

[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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Hey! I don’t know if you’re still taking requests or not but I saw your “Pregnant?” prank and i started thinking ab those pranks on tiktok where the girlfriend is on the phone while her boyfriend is in the car and says something like “Yeah I’m in the car with my hubby” or something along the lines and I thought it might be an interesting thing for you to write?

don’t feel pressured to do it! I’m sure you have a ton of requests already! I just thought it might be fun to do if you enjoyed writing the pregnant prank one 😊

anyways! have a wonderful day/evening (whichever one applies) hope this doesn’t stress you out!

My god I love this cute shit! MIND YOU, REQUESTS ARENT OPEN…but I do be taking some every now and then when I loveee the ideas, so here we go

He My Husband - Bakugou Katsuki

Warnings: FLUFF, cursing (it wouldn’t be a Bakugou fic without it ;), crack

Summary: you call your boyfriend your husband…this is his reaction

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

You and Bakugou were sitting in the car together, waiting for you to be done with a call from your manager.

Katsuki’s been a little grouchy ever since the start of the call. This was supposed to be a date but because of your hero careers, something always has to intervene. He sat in the drivers seat with his arm resting on the side door as he allowed his head to sit in his hand. His leg was bouncing in annoyance with your mandatory call and you noticed your boyfriend’s sour mood.

Seeing him being so down, you decided to up his spirits a bit very subtly. I mean, you guys have been together for years. You should know how to make him smile. And for sure, you definitely did.

“Yes..yes I understand,” you said with your phone pressed to your ear. “Okay..thank you…yes, thank you. Alright, yes I will speak with my husband on the matter…”

Hearing those words, Katsuki raised his head and looked towards you with wide eyes as the voice in his head was glitching in utter shock. ‘Uh- did she just- no fucking way!’

Bakugou began to smile like crazy as he gave short laughs and began jumping in his seat. He was running his hands through his hair while his cheeks were beginning to ache from smiling so damn much but he didn’t give a fuck. You just called him your husband!

“Babe!” He whisper-yelled trying to get your attention as he patted your arm. “Babe! Baby, get off the phone!”

“Suki! Just a minute!” You laughed as you whispered back, trying to hide the conversation from your manager. Bakugou shook his head as he took your phone out of your hand.

“No- no we’re not doing this,” he said and shook his head with a smile as he looked at your screen before putting the phone to his ear. “Sorry, she’ll call you back later.”

With that he hung up the phone and gave the device back to you. You took it with a laugh before looking at him with a pout. “Babe-“

“You called me your husband!” He said with a wide smile.

“Yeah?” You said as you looked at him with a confused look as if this was known information. Bakugou threw his head back before opening his window.

“Fuck- fuck- HELL YEAH!” He screamed out the window. He cheered, loudly, as passers who walked by his open window looked at him with a laugh as they continued moving forward. “OH MY GOD! IM A HUSBAND!”

You laughed at your longtime boyfriend’s antics. “Baby! Stop! People are staring!”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK! You know why? ‘CUZ I’M YOUR HUSBAND!” He said with a laugh as he shouted at you this time. He then turned to face the window as he called out to random people. “Aye! Did you hear her!?

“Yeah! I heard man!” The stranger cheered for him.

“She called me her husband!” Katsuki rejoiced.

“You got that!” The stranger encouraged him and cheered him on making the both of you laugh.

“Oh my god! Aye are you tryna’ come to the wedding?” Bakugou asked as a joke, not even realizing he was so happy he was acting out of character.

“I’ll be there! I’ll be there!” The stranger joked as he walked on while congratulating Bakugou again. Your boyfriend wouldn’t stop so you literally had to lean over and shut his window. “Uh- babe! I wasn’t done!”

“Yes you were, Suki-“

“No, that’s not my name no more. You gotta call me your husband.” He said with a smile as he took your hand in his and leaned into your face.

“Suki-“

“Say it. What am I?”

“You’re my husband.” You said softly with a smile.

“I’m your what?”

“My husband.”

“That’s right I’m your husband.” He chuckled as he leaned in closer and squealed in his own way with his deep ass voice. “I love you so much, c’mere, give me a kiss.”

You leaned in and held the side of his face as he pecked your lips multiple times before ending it with a sweet and loving kiss. He pulled back and kissed the back of your hand as he started up the car and started driving. “Alright, we gotta go find the guys now,” he said referring to his friends in the Bakusquad.

“Wha- but what about our date?” You asked.

“Later. We gotta find the 3 idiots.”

“Why?”

“Gotta tell them the good news,” he said and rolled down his window as he drove and yelled out of it again. “L/N Y/N CALLED ME HER HUSBAND!”

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Stiles' Secret

Teen Wolf Masterlist

Summary: Stiles has a secret. A secret he can't seem to tell anyone, not even his best friend. How to tell your best friend you're dating the guy that lives in his house, the beta, the werewolf, the annoying scarf wearing, blue eyed freaking model-

Pairing: Stiles x Isaac

Word count: 1489

Requested? Yes, by Anon!

Warning: Fluff, anxiety, that's all folks!

A/n: It's been so long since I wrote for Teen Wolf. First time writing for this pairing. I must confess, I quite like it...

Don't forget to leave a feedback!! Requests are still open!

"It's been weeks, don't you think it would be a good idea to… tell your best friend you're dating the guy living in his home?"

To that statement, the man stared blankly at the void. No denial possible, his boyfriend was right, like usual, and it pissed him off more than he should be. Fidgeting on the chair, his gaze kept shifting everywhere in the room, looking for something steady to anchor his eyes on. Just the time to find an answer to that simple statement.

Stiles was dating Isaac for months now. And he still didn't tell Scott. Actually, he didn't tell... Anyone.

Why? He couldn't say. He wasn't scared of his reaction, Stiles was openly bisexual and all the times he thirsted on Derek’s abs made it all the more obvious.

But dating? It wasn't the same. Stiles was dating Isaac, the werewolf, the beta in Scott's pack, living in his home since his dad died by the Kanima's claws. And losing a parent, Stiles knew how it felt, and even if he and Isaac had their troubles in the past, the human put them all aside to be there for the wolf. And that was how they grew closer and closer until feelings got involved. And a trip to the mall, a new movie at the cinema, a late night snack at the local fast food became all dates.

And now here they were, in Stiles' room, Isaac laying on his stomach on Stiles' bed while Stiles was sitting on his chair with his gaze staring at the wall. Yeah, the wall would do.

"I will, tell him, eventually," Stiles managed to get out of his mouth, one word after the other, like an automatic response. Stress started to build up inside of him, his stomach twisting painfully and as always when he was nervous, Stiles started stomping his foot on the floor and played with his fingers.

"Hey, Stiles," a voice made right in front of him. Stiles' gaze focused back into reality and honey colored orbs met blue eyes filled with concern. Gosh, Isaac had the prettiest eyes… Light, like the sky in summer… a bit cloudy too, that was where the grey came from. A beautiful sky full of promises. It could rain, like it could be the sunniest day of the week. And Stiles could lose himself admiring that sky for the rest of his life and be happy with that outcome. "It's whenever you want," Isaac was kneeling in front of Stiles and put his hand on his, stopping immediately the incessant tremors. Like an anchor, it helped Stiles breathe in and then out.

"No, you're right… We can't just keep hiding and telling the others we are studying when we don't really study," Stiles shrugged. Isaac was right. That bastard was always right, that was so annoying. Stiles never had the last word.

God, he loved him.

"It's gonna be alright, he's your best friend," Isaac squeezed Stiles's hand softly and offered him a comforting smile. Stiles nodded, swallowed hard and sighed. 

"I'll tell him tomorrow," Stiles nodded again.

"Alright," Isaac's smile grew bigger, and even if Stiles was still nervous and annoyed at how perfect his boyfriend was, that smile was way too contagious for him to hold back. His own lips stretched as well, mimicking the wolf's expression. "There it is, the prettiest boy with the prettiest smile."

"Come on, shut up," Stiles playfully shoved Isaac away from him, but the wolf was stronger and didn't even budge. 

"Oh you love it," Isaac grinned, pecking his lips on Stiles for a quick kiss that sent all the colors of his pale skin on his cheeks. "I know you love me."

"If you know it then shut up and kiss me again," Stiles pouted, and as an answer, Isaac rolled his eyes, and with a bigger grin, leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend again.

-

The next day, the human was a mess of anxiety.

If Isaac, who was now used to every variation of Stiles' scent, could detect it so easily, there was no way Scott, an alpha, wouldn't notice it. And matter of fact, Stiles had not even a foot inside the school that the alpha of the pack was already in front of his friend, all concerned and worried

"What's wrong?" Scott asked immediately. Dark eyes shifted from Isaac to Stiles, expecting one or the other to give him some explanation.

"Well, we can forget preparation," Isaac mumbled, nudging Stiles softly in the ribs to give him a little push. It was now or never.

Stiles didn't seem so sure about this. 

"Well, first, good morning to you too," the human muttered as he walked around his friend, still clearly trying to avoid the conversation. 

Even if Isaac really wanted to stop hiding their relationship, he knew well about Stiles's fears and insecurities. It was Stiles' challenge to face, Isaac couldn't force him or tell Scott for him. He trusted his boyfriend and knew he could do it.

Scott stopped his friend for walking further. "Good morning. What's up? Stiles… You look like you're about to pass out." Scott put both hands on his shoulders to steady him.

Stiles bent his head down, clearly struggling. His scent got stronger, reeking anxiety so bad it hurt Isaac's nose but also his heart. He wanted only one thing, take him in his arms and tell him all the words he needed to hear. Like Stiles did for him, be there, say comforting words, always the right thing to say at the right times. Always the jokes at the best moment, to make him laugh. Always there for him.

"Isaacandiaredating."

It was said so fast and so low, if both Isaac and Scott weren't full of supernatural abilities thanks to the bites, they wouldn't have heard a single word of that sentence. Luckily they did, because poor Stiles was in no shape to repeat that.

"Oh," Scott simply answered. 

Stiles' head shot up so quickly Isaac got scared for a moment he would really pass out. "Oh??? Just.. oh?? I'm dating Isaac, your… friend, beta, guy that lives in your house, me, your human best friend, and you're only saying "oh"?" Stiles spoke so fast, again, it was barely if Isaac could follow. 

Stiles squinted his eyes, licked his lips and shifted from foot to foot as he stared at his best friend.

"Well I'm happy for you," Scott then said, a crooked smile drawing up on his face as his eyes lit up with pure happiness for his friend. "Happy you could tell me, finally," he tapped Stiles' back affectionnaly.

Stiles squinted even more, his eyes now two thin lines. "What do you mean… tell you? You… knew??"

Scott shrugged, still smiling. "Yeah. I'm a werewolf, remember? I could smell Isaac's scent in your room. I hear how fast your heart beats when you're near him. But even without that, it was obvious."

To that, Isaac couldn't help but burst into laughter. Of course, Scott knew, just like Isaac, he was waiting for Stiles to be ready to announce it, simply. "That was unexpected," he took Stiles' hand in his and squeezed it affectionately. With that simple gesture, he grounded Stiles back to the present, told him he was proud of him, and officialized their relationship publicly.

"Finally," a feminine voice made from behind them. All three heads turned to the owner of the voice, her perfect strawberry hair thrown behind her shoulder as she stopped next to them. "Took you long enough."

Stiles stared at Lydia in disbelief. "You told her?!" He asked Isaac without looking at him.

"No," Isaac laughed even louder.

"It was obvious," Lydia rolled her eyes. "So, now that you two won't hide anymore, does that mean we can finally-"

"Hey you two are finally together!" Another feminine voice made, arms immediately circling Scott's waist to hug him. Allison had the biggest smile on her lips, clearly happy her friend was finally out with his relationship. "We can finally go on a couple's date!"

To that, Lydia's eyes got rounder. "I was about to say that!" 

"Where are we going?" A blonde head appeared next. Erica was holding Boyd's hand in hers, a mischievous grin tugging on her lips. "Wow, you two are dating?" She noticed Isaac and Stiles holding hands, just like her and Boyd.

"Finally, someone that didn't know!" Stiles exclaimed loudly. But under his astonished eyes….

"Easy 20 bucks," Boyd winked at poor Stiles, Erica handing the bill to her boyfriend. "I knew it, you two were just way too in love."

"Okay, cool, cool, cool," just as Stiles got around the fact everyone seemed to know, a very unexpected person walked by the pack.

"Lahey, Stilinski, go gays!" 

And after that, as Coach walked away with his fist in the air, Stiles dramatically let himself fall on the floor. "Gosh."

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[moreofem]

“Louisiana dream”

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson

warnings: fluff, bucky in that black shirt, Sarah being gorg, tiny allusion to s3xual content.

words: ≈ 1k (little drabble ;) )

A/N: i just had to ok? I’ve been thinking about them for DAYS. Next thing I’ll be writing is Sambucky tho, in love w/ both ships!! I don’t discriminate lol + excuse typos

Bucky didn’t even know how he found himself in this position. One moment, he was playing with Cass and AJ, helping around, conversing with people who came for Cass’s birthday; and suddenly, he was pressing Sarah against a tree further away from the party. They were silent as Bucky cupped her face with his right hand, still too hesitant to use the metal one. Even if his thoughts were scrambled by Sarah’s heavenly scent, he still wanted to remember how they came to be hiding behind a tree like fucking teenagers. Was it because of the orange flowy dress she was wearing, that hugged her waist and torso nicely, showing off her collarbones and beautiful complexion, or the intricate way she put her braids up? He honestly thought it was a whole. He’d been dancing around her for months, since he came to Delacroix to help Sam out.

Seeing her made something bubble up in him, and he couldn’t help but let his 40’s persona come back, and seeing her shy away made his heart feel like it was about to burst. Shit, it did feel good to flirt again, especially when the girl in front didn’t look mortified, or disgusted by him. In fact, through the looks she gave him, she was maybe reciprocating. And Bucky loved it. Probably even more than Sam’s constant irritation and dirty looks he was giving whenever the super soldier was around his sister. He chuckled internally at that, as he pressed his thumb against Sarah’s lower lip. She shuddered and smiled, her dark eyes twinkling, and her glossy lips slightly parted.

“You sure you don’t mind me kissing you?”

Sarah rolled her eyes playfully, before she grabbed Bucky’s face between her palms gently. His heart thumped loudly, and he thanked whatever god that she didn’t have super soldier hearing.

“Nope’, she responded, popping the p , ‘matter of fact, if you don’t get to work, I’mma have to do it myself…”

He smiled, again. Damn he was smiling a lot these days, and frankly, it didn’t bother him as much as he would think. He really could get used to this, the cool air of New Orleans, the giggling and screaming of the boys, the smell of delicious food… Did it feel like this was too good to be true? Absolutely, but Bucky reminded himself over and over again that it was in fact real, and he was actually pressing his lips against Sarah’s.

She let out a hum, and caressed Bucky’s cheekbones making him shiver underneath her delicate touch. Her lips were delicate too: plump, soft, slick… They felt amazing. He felt bad for a second, because of his slightly chapped ones, but Sarah didn’t seem to care, so he continued, slowly catching her bottom lip with his teeth. She gasped into his mouth, and before he could even swivel their tongues together, she broke the kiss, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Lord, you’re a good fuckin’ kisser… Damn!”

Their eyes met, and Sarah chuckled when a cute blush rose up Bucky’s face, spreading his color from his collarbones to his ears.

“Is it hot in here? Or I- Mhm!”

He instantly melted into another lipped embrace, that was hotter this time. Sarah’s fingers traced his abs through the thin black t-shirt he was wearing, her painted nails scratching delightfully. Bucky didn’t mean to get hard. He really didn’t. He was just thinking of a romantic kiss at first, but now… Yeah, his mind was elsewhere. His growl made Sarah press up even more against him, and they both relished in the feeling of their chests pressed together. When they parted, the super soldier felt like taking huge gulps of air, but he fought that feeling by diving in and nuzzling his nose in Sarah’s neck, inhaling her sweet perfume. She swore and gripped his biceps, huffing out a laugh when Bucky flexed underneath her touch. She gripped again, and he made his muscles twitch. He could almost picture her blissed out grin.

“Yeah? You like the guns?”

“Oh- fuck…’, he kissed and nipped her neck, the traces of saliva making her glow even more; ‘don’t get all cocky on me Barnes…”

He hummed against her clavicle and sunk his teeth, not enough to hurt but enough to let a spike of arousal course through the woman’s veins. Her breath hitched, and Bucky’s nostrils flared, picking up the faint but new scent of what was forming between her legs. He took advantage of her excitement to pivot one of his thighs and place them in between her legs, bunching up the light fabric of her dress, as his hands creeped higher, but always stayed beneath her breasts.

“Shit Bucky, keep goin’...”

“Never intended to stop, doll…”

Oh how her heart stuttered at the pet name, much to Bucky’s amusement. Sarah was about to succumb to the devilish vines of lust that circled her whole mind and body, and grind her hips down on Bucky’s thick muscle when she heard leaves crunching.

“Mama?”

Bucky separated himself from Sarah in a second, groaning internally and trying hard to conceal his hard on. He turned around the tree, hiding himself from AJ, who had just arrived.

“Yeah?”

It was crazy how Sarah cooled down so fast. On the outside, no one could’ve guessed what had just transpired seconds ago. He left her talk with her son, and returned to the house, where he spotted Sam adding the final touches to the cake. He grabbed a spoon before trying to dip it in the frosting bowl.

“Hey hey hey! No eating!... Whatchu smilin’ for huh?”

Bucky hadn’t even realized he was grinning, and his face fell down a bit, going back to it’s natural solemn form.

“Nothing.”

Sam was still sceptical, and put down the piping bag, crossing his arms.

“Um, that doesn’t seem like nothing to me; c’mon, spill it man…”

“Nah… cause it would just make you mad…”

Bucky made the most obnoxious smirk, waiting for his friend to catch up. It didn’t take long before Sam’s eyebrows shot up and he gave him a deadly stare:

“No. You’re lying.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You did! You made that- that face! Boy you better get outta my sight. Leave Sarah alone!”

Bucky chuckled and stepped out of the house, letting Sam mumble under his breath.

He sat on the porch stairs, breathing in the hot, Louisiana air. He felt at peace, he felt happy, and more importantly, he felt loved.

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Sour Straws and Short Shorts (JJ Maybank)

Author's Notes: JJ AND HIS LADY FRIEND TRY AND HAVE A MOVIE DAY BUT THEY'RE DEVIANTS. Although I am a Rafe Cameron/ Drew Starkey girl through and through, I can appreciate JJ Maybank (the appreciation is strong).

Warnings: All characters aged up to 18 years, Sexual content - sexual innuendos (lots of touching), mostly fluff.

Requested? NO, but all requests for OBX are open!!!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

JJ Maybank made his way through the neighbourhoods of The Cut, his backpack heavy on his shoulders. Even as he made his way from his house to hers, on the outside of The Cut, he felt out of place.

He walked up the gravel path to her front door, passing by the old truck in the driveway. The hood was raised and the wheels were long gone. JJ had vowed to her that he would get it working one day.

JJ walked up the creaky steps to the front door and opened the door to the sun-room. He smiled as he looked around the room at the potted plants, lush and well taken care of.

Just as he went to knock on the door, it opened to reveal his favourite girl.

"About time." She smiled up at him as she reached for his shirt to pull him down for a kiss.

JJ let out a soft sigh against her lips as he held his weight on the door frame. It felt so good to be surrounded by everything that was her. He didn't mind standing there and kissing her all day.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, doll." JJ smiled against her lips before he pushed back from the door frame then brushed by her to get in the house.

"I have everything ready for our movie marathon." She smiled as she closed the door and followed him inside the small house.

JJ looked around the small living room at the nest she had created for them. Blankets, pillows, those sour straws he liked and at least two six packs of beer.

"You're the best." JJ grinned as he turned around to press another kiss to her lips. He grabbed at her hips to pull her close, lifting her off the ground to carry her to the threadbare couch.

"What movies did you bring me, Maybank?" She smiled as she laid her legs across his lap.

"Okay, we got Prom Night with our girl Jamie Lee Curtis. I found this movie Green Inferno, because I know you have a thing for Eli Roth. But I couldn't find C.H.U.D." JJ stated as he rooted through his backpack for the DVDs he brought with him.

"But it's a great film." She teased as she tugged at his shark tooth necklace.

"It's a real movie! I thought I had it! I just can't find it." JJ laughed as he leaned back on the couch to look at her.

"I believe you. I'll let you pick this time, but I expect you to show me C.H.U.D before summer is over." She smiled as she twirled the bottom of his blonde hair.

"Deal." JJ nodded while he rested his head back on the couch to look at her. He let her play with his hair while he rested his hand on her thighs.

"Well, I pick...Suspiria. The original one from the 70's." He smiled as he leaned forward to pull the DVD from his bag and hand it to her.

"You didn't even mention this one!" She laughed as she grabbed the DVD from his hand to look it over.

JJ shrugged with a soft smile before he took the DVD from her, gently moved her legs from his lap then got up to pop the movie in the player. He kicked off his shoes then flopped down on the couch again, his head against her chest.

"You smell good." She mumbled into the top of his messy blonde hair.

"Thanks. Decided to shower for you." JJ laughed softly with a squeeze of her thigh.

"You're sweet." She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind then placed a kiss on the top of his head.

JJ didn't mind the constant affection while he tried to watch the movie. She placed the occasional kiss on the top of his head or his temple, while she ran her hands up and down his chest and abdomen. It began to distract him when she tugged the hem of his tank top up to run her fingertips over his abs.

"You know, I kinda like this movie." JJ mumbled despite the smile on his face.

"Sorry, baby." She smiled as she pressed another kiss to the side of his face.

JJ pulled his back from her chest then turned his body to look at her. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap. He pressed a kiss to her chin then looked into her eyes.

"This is why I can't watch movies with you." JJ stated as his hands rested on her backside, his forehead nudging hers.

"Because I'm more fun?" She grinned while her fingers pushed through his hair.

JJ laughed, but didn't reply. Instead he pressed his lips to hers and pushed his own hands up the back of her shirt - which he had noticed was his. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull herself close to him, a sigh released from her chest to finally feel his hands on her.

"You don't want to watch the movie, do you?" JJ asked against her lips, his hands pushing the hem of her shirt up under her shoulder blades.

"I wanted to watch C.H.U.D." She smiled as she sat up on her knees, her hands on his shoulders.

"Sorry to disappointment you, doll. Guess I just have to entertain you a different way." JJ grinned while he tugged her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.

JJ growled when he saw her bare beneath her T-shirt. He rolled her onto the pile of blankets on the floor, and propped himself up on his forearms. He pressed a kiss to her collarbone before he looked down into her eyes again.

"JJ." She laughed softly with her hands beneath the hem of his shirt, her thighs pressed to his hips.

"Was this your plan? Seduce me with horror films, sour straws and short shorts?" JJ asked as he reached his left hand down to brush his fingertips over the frayed edges of her shorts.

"Is it working?"

JJ grinned as he sat up on his knees, her legs still around his waist, and thumbed open the button of her shorts. He grabbed the sides of the denim and pulled. She unwrapped her legs from his waist and kicked her legs in the air to help him remove her shorts.

"Yes, it's working." JJ breathed out when he saw she didn't have any underwear on beneath her shorts either. He dropped back down to his forearms above her, his eyes fixed on her naked body beneath him.

"Good." She giggled as she pressed her thighs to his hips again.

"If you wanted it, you just had to ask." JJ grumbled as he leaned up to pull his shirt off.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - I'm thinking of writing an actual JJ story, but am not sure. Let me know what you'd think of that !

Thank you for your support xoxo

Requests for OBX are open!!

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Hiii! Can I request no.9 from the cliché prompts and fake dating au?

Making Amends

Abby Anderson x Reader

Prompts: 9. “There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling” 18. Fake dating au

Warnings: swearing, fluff, hint of angst, Owen and Mel slander (sry I had to)

No pronouns are mentioned for the reader

Link to the prompt list here

A/N: Both tropes are literally my favourite things ever and it was so fun to write so ty for requesting it. It ended up way longer than I intended so uhhh yeah hope you enjoy LOL (esp if you requested it)!!

“What the hell Abby?! Have you been telling people that we’re dating?” You had cornered Abby into a secluded hallway, trapping her against the wall with your finger on her chest accusingly.

There was a flicker of fear in Abby’s eyes as she chewed on her lip nervously. Abby was considerably stronger than you and you probably looked like a mouse trying to intimidate a lion, but you didn’t care.

Abby couldn’t meet your burning gaze, all she replied with was a prolonged “Uhhhhhh”.

“Abigail Anderson, answer me right now or I swear to God-” It was rare for you to whip out her full name. And maybe it was kind of a cheap move, but it was a cheap move that almost always worked.

“Fine!” Abby interrupted, letting out a short sigh and preparing herself for the worst. “I kind of told Owen we were dating and I'm pretty sure he’s been telling other people.”

She said the words as quickly as possible, closing her eyes like a bomb was about to go off. Your reaction wasn't far off to say the least.

“You what? Why the fuck would you tell him we’re dating?” There was venom in your words and Abby flinched just slightly.

You were angry, incredibly so. You and Abby have always been close friends, or more so you had been until she started dating Owen. At first it was small things; cancelling plans or leaving early because she was busy and you completely understood. It’s not like you didn’t want her to hang out with him, and obviously you wanted her to be happy, but eventually it got to a point where she hardly ever spoke to you. Aside from the occasional greetings in the busy stadium, it was like you guys had never even been friends.

Now, after completely ignoring you for the past months, she decided it was a good idea to tell people that you guys were dating? It only seemed right for you to be pissed off.

“I just... Everyone kept looking at me like some sad puppy dog because I broke up with Owen, which normally I can handle. But every single day I kept getting the same sad fucking looks and I couldn’t take it anymore, so I told them I was seeing someone. I never mentioned your name but they kept prying, and prying and you were the first person that popped into my mind. I’m really sorry Y/N.”

You didn’t say anything at first, instead you looked at Abby without a hint of emotion on your face, and even less in your tone when you did finally speak. “Why didn’t you tell me you guys broke up?”

Abby paused, she didn’t know what response she was expecting but it definitely wasn’t that. “I um, I figured you knew. Pretty much everyone in the stadium knows.”

“Yeah well… I didn’t.” You were quiet. A part of you was angry and annoyed, but another part of you pitied Abby. She had never been one to lie, especially about something as petty as this.

Before you could think of something to say, Abby broke the silence. “Listen, I know you probably hate me right now, but I need to ask you a small favour.”

“Seriously?” You nudged Abby’s chest, pushing her into the wall again. The pity quickly dissipated to nothing, leaving you once again with a seething rage.

“Look, I know things between us haven’t been ideal but-“

“Haven’t been ideal?!” You interrupted, the absolute ignorance in her words tipping you off the edge. “Abby, you threw me away like I was trash! We were friends and you left me to hang out with Owen. I didn’t even know you guys broke up because you don’t tell me shit anymore!”

“I’ll do anything Y/N, okay? I’ll do your laundry, clean your room, I’ll even take your shifts for patrols.” Abby’s hands were on your forearms as she spoke. “Please just do this one thing for me and I’ll spend the rest of my life paying you back.” There was sincerity in Abby’s face, a hint of desperation too.

You paused. What could Abby possibly want so badly that she’d be willing to do all this for you? Even though you were angry at her, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little bit intrigued.

“I’ll do anything Y/N, please. There must be something that you want.” Abby pleaded, absolute seriousness in her eyes.

“What I want is to never see you again.” Your finger was pointed at her chest again, poking her lightly.

Immediately you could see the hurt on Abby’s face. Okay, maybe that was a little bit harsh (and kind of petty) but you weren’t just gonna let Abby off that easily. Not after everything she’s done.

“Fine…” Abby paused to contemplate her next words, wiping the sadness from her face. “Fine, after tonight if you do this thing for me, we’ll never have to see each other again, I promise. I just need you to come to this party with me. We don’t have to talk or hold hands or anything and you can spend the whole night hating me, but I just need you there.”

“I-“ You couldn't do that. You couldn’t just pretend and lie to all of Abby’s friends for a whole night… Could you?

“Please Y/N. It’s embarrassing, okay? When we broke up, Mel immediately jumped in to fill my space. Everyone knew it and I had to pretend like I didn’t care so people would stop treating me like a wounded animal. If they find out I lied about you? I don’t think they’ll ever stop seeing me that way.”

You looked at Abby and felt a tinge of sympathy, she looked so sad and desperate, and for a second you even considered it. One night couldn’t hurt, right? Wait, no.

You mentally slapped yourself, trying to snap yourself out of it. You were not going to give in that easily. Nope. This was Abby, the same girl who threw away your friendship like it was nothing, and you were not going to let her use you like this. Not even while she’s looking at you with those sad, blue eyes. Nope, you’re mad, you’re angry, you’re-

“Fine.” Fuck.

“Yes! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Abby’s eyes lit up as she wrapped her arms around you, lifting you into the air while she let out a breath of relief.

What did you just get yourself into?

—

“I can sleep on the floor, it's really no problem.” Abby offered, there was a slight nervousness in her tone as she stood in front of you shifting her weight on the balls of her feet.

“Abby, that’s stupid. It’s not like I’m infected or something.” You huffed, reaching for the box of matches to light the candle next to you.

Sometime after the party there had been a power outage and the entire WLF base went lights out. Meaning there was no heat and most annoyingly, no lights.

After a night of uncomfortable looks and even more uncomfortable conversations in which you spent most of the party trying to avoid Abby’s friends, she was walking you back to your room when everything suddenly went dark.

The both of you practically crawled to your room before you could locate a light source of some kind. It had been an hour since the power went out and you insisted that Abby sleep in your room, for… safety purposes.

You shook the match till it was out, suddenly you were thankful for impulse buying those candles last week.

“It’s fine, I’ll just crawl halfway across the stadium until I find my room. No biggie.” You couldn’t tell if she was joking, but something in you felt like she would actually do it if you didn’t insist she stay here.

You sighed. “Just sleep here Abs, it’s easier and I’m offering. Plus, I don’t need you army crawling across the entire WLF base. It’s hard on the arms, even for someone as strong as you.”

“You think I’m strong?” Abby smiled teasingly and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, looking away as you tried to hide the small grin on your face. God, it was hard to stay mad at Abby.

“Shut up and take the bed.” You could tell Abby was reluctant but she still plopped herself onto your bed. She sat awkwardly on the edge, unsure of how this was going to work.

You tried to ignore Abby’s weird energy as you buried yourself beneath the covers. It took a minute for her to actually lay down in the bed but when she did, she was careful to keep her distance. It was pretty funny (and pretty cute) how unsure she was.

After a few minutes of silence you heard Abby whisper your name softly, almost like she wasn’t sure if you could hear her.

Nuzzling your nose into your pillow you whispered back a small “Yeah?”.

“Thank you.” You could hear the genuity in Abby’s voice, how grateful she was for such a simple act and suddenly it hit you, you didn’t want her to leave you alone. You missed this—missed Abby.

Instead of responding you nudged her foot lightly with yours. It was something you guys had done as kids, like a silent way of saying “I’m here.”. Under the dinner table with the Fireflies or during training when you first joined the WLF; it was an unspoken thing between the both of you. An action that spoke much louder than words possibly could.

The both of you laid on opposite ends of the bed, your backs turned to each other. You shifted under the sheets before finally finding a comfortable position, you fell asleep that night to the steady sound of Abby’s breathing.

—

You were first to wake up, confusion washing over you when you felt your head rising and falling. Why the hell was your pillow moving? Then it hit you; it wasn’t the bed moving, it was Abby. Your head lay resting on Abby’s chest, her arm over your back while your limbs were wrapped around her like a giant stuffed animal. The sound of her beating heart was soft in your ears and you could feel her breath coming out in steady increments, blowing lightly against your head.

You weren’t sure what to do about your compromising position. It was already too late for you to leap out of her arms and a large part of you didn’t want to move anyways. So you decided to pretend to sleep until she woke up. That way you wouldn’t have to decide what to do, she would.

Abby woke up shortly after you, you could tell she was awake by the way her breath hitched in her throat upon noticing how you guys were situated. However, instead of jumping out of the bed in a panic, Abby didn’t move either, and it took everything in you to not open your eyes.

After a few moments of stillness, you almost thought she had fallen back asleep. It wasn’t until you felt a light touch on your temple that you realized she was awake. The touch so light you nearly missed it when Abby brushed a small strand of hair away from your face.

Then slowly, Abby pried you off of her and you nearly let a small groan slip from your lips when you felt the absence of her warmth. She gently rolled you over, covering you with the blanket before walking into the bathroom.

That’s when it happened: the ache. A sharp, jarring ache in your heart that you only felt with her— that you haven’t felt since the two of you were best friends. It had left you when you and Abby stopped talking, but it returned just the same when you witnessed the tenderness of her actions. You never thought to put a name to this feeling (and maybe a part of you didn’t want to), but it was near impossible to ignore it.

You couldn’t possibly be harbouring secret feelings for Abby, right? You tried to distract yourself from these thoughts, it was way too early to be worrying about these things.

Feigning tiredness you rolled off the bed and headed towards the bathroom. You knocked on the door and when Abby opened it you noticed she was in the process of redoing her braid.

You leaned against the doorway as you watched her skilled fingers work. “Abs?”

“Hm?” She replied as she tied off the end of her braid.

“I didn’t really mean what I said to you last night… about never wanting to see you again. I’m sorry.” You picked at your thumb anxiously, eyes wandering around the room, looking anywhere but at Abby.

Abby turned to face you, letting the braid fall to her side. “You don’t have to apologize Y/N, I deserve it. I didn’t even hesitate to leave you when Owen and I started dating, and I was-“

“Stupid?” You finished for her, looking up from the floor to meet Abby’s gaze.

“Stupid. And for what it's worth, I’ve really missed hanging out with you Y/N, even if it is under these circumstances.”

“You know… I think I know a way you can make it up to me, if you’re still up for it?” Abby looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you noticed the corner of her mouth curling into a small smile.

“Oh yeah? What would that be?”

“You see, there’s this guy that’s been trying to ask me out for weeks even though I keep rejecting him.” You gave Abby a tiny grin as you continued. “Well, maybe if he found out I was dating a certain soldier who could pound his ass into the ground, then he’d leave me alone.”

Abby nodded her head nonchalantly as she took a small step towards you, crossing her arms across her chest. “You know what’s crazy? I think I have just the person for you.”

[theotheroccassionalfanficwriter]

CAN I JUST SAY THAT YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING????? Its so detailed with a great flow and filled with so much emotion I LOVE ITTTT!! You got me lying in bed tossing and turning with “in pursuit of knowledge” 🥰🥰 that’s my favourite one I really hope you continue it!

Can I request one of the upcoming chapter to explore more on how Zhongli and reader first meet and what are the other things they did that made him fall for them more and more each day? Zhongli doesn’t seem to be the kind that falls in love at first sight so I’m interested to see how the reader seems to have slowly crawled her way into his stone heart UGHHH ❤️❤️😩😩 It can be filled with fluff or with smut, up to you! Thank you so much ❤️

Thank you! You can keep on tossing and turning then with this! I also head canon that when it comes to love, Zhongli wouldn't fall in love at first sight but instead he'd be like a snail. The entire time I'm writing this I thought long and hard on how to proceed because I couldn't decide on a satisfactory way Zhongli would meet reader. I already knew that it would be a speed run of Enemies to Friends, and slow burn Friends to Lovers. So I wanted their first meeting to be seemingly unremarkable to Zhongli.

In Pursuit of Duty

Summary: The simplest of things can lead to the greatest moments of our life. Meeting you was Zhongli's greatest fortune.

There were a few mortals in Zhongli’s life, both as an Archon and on the few occasions he mingled with humans, that were able to capture his attention or even his praise. And in all of his life, mortal and divine, no one was able to capture his enmity in the way you did.

“Would it really matter what Rex Lapis thinks if we entered and fucked around the domain in Guyun stone forest?”

Zhongli blinked, aghast at your tone as Childe covered his mouth to stifle his laughter.

“What?” You asked the two of them as if you had not merely suggested tampering with the seals of Guyun Stone Forest.

“The entire place is home to the fallen gods” Zhongli reminded you “a graveyard for those who died in the Archon War”

“It’s been decades, they should be already on the reincarnation wheel at this point” You waved his worries off, sending Childe to another fit of laughter while Zhongli felt indignant “‘sides Rex Lapis is busy doing fuck knows what he probably wouldn’t even notice if one of the seals got messed with unless one of the dead Gods decide to fuck shit up”

Zhongli, who was very much Rex Lapis in disguise, very much noticed it and though he was the one who orchestrated this whole scenario, felt no less than pleased with the attitude you were having.

“The dead still deserve to be respected!” Zhongli insisted as he blocked your hand from reaching towards one of the seals.

“You stick in the mud! You make it sound like I’m defiling their graves or something!” You whined “Besides the Heavens must be willing if they had a stray seal plaster itself on my face!”

“It was a ruined seal. The divine powers had long since dwindled from it. Thus, the Heavens had no hand on it” Zhongli stubbornly insisted as he moved to block your path.

On the side, Childe was still laughing loudly.

“That’s it! Fight me you bastard!” You shouted as you took a few steps back and summoned the elements to form your weapon, a spear.

And really, it was almost funny in hindsight, how you would choose his weapon of all things. The one weapon he was best at among others but right now, in this moment, Zhongli had felt more than annoyed.

“Very well” His spear, dragon’s bane, at his side “I accept your challenge.”

There were a few opponents in his life that gave Zhongli a thrill of the battle. Ever fewer were able to make the gears in his head turn as quickly as it did when facing you, each strike of your spear was clearly aiming for his life, and yet the look in your eyes didn’t carry a single thought of murder.

It was frustrating. It was Confusing. It was, most of all, fascinating.

Fighting you brought him back to the days before the Archon Wars, where the Gods of Liyue were at a semblance of peace. It made him remember the joy of fighting someone your equal, it made his blood rush in a way that it had almost forgotten. And Zhongli was starting to see that beyond your heretical ways, behind your annoying mask of affability, was someone who can walk in the path of the divine.

‘No, you would walk in it for the sake of your knowledge’ Zhongli thought as he blocked your attack and moved his feet to kick you in your stomach.

“This ends here” Zhongli declared as he summoned a steele behind your back.

The sound of your back hitting it rang loudly in the air but the look on your face was something he would never forget in a long while.

You spat out blood, shakily standing up from your position, “You win this round! But I swear on Rex Lapis’ six pack abs I’ll find a way to replicate that fucking seal!”

And then you were gone in a spark of electro.

The peaceful sound of waves remained in the air that somehow hung heavy. Childe had stopped laughing and was looking confused as he mused, “That’s the first time in a long while I’ve seen them look like that.”

Zhongli paid no attention to his words and instead picked up the abandoned seal and returned it to its proper position.

“Interesting” Childe muttered, softly and slightly ominous to Zhongli’s ears.

What he found interesting was something Zhongli wisely decided to not entertain. He really hoped that today would be the last time he’d ever have to be in the presence of Childe’s...friend.

For his part, Childe had no regrets in introducing Zhongli to you, or rather having Zhongli experience the misfortune of knowing you. From the moment Childe had met you again, he knew that his life would be thrown out of whatever carefully calculated plan Pulcinella had made. And it was one he was happy with, if the rumors in Snezhnaya had him part of the chaos then you were chaos incarnate.

It was precisely the reason why Childe had brought Zhongli with him when meeting you in the Guyun Stone Forest.

“A friend of mine, an expert in the ways of the divine and assorted knowledge, would lend us their skills in challenging the...impossible, shall we say” Childe said on the way “Most of their thoughts are heretical, almost, but well no one has ever said it wasn’t effective in reaching the desired result.”

“Ah, a researcher from Sumeru then?” Zhongli had asked, the light in eyes glinting in interest.

“Of sorts” Childe answered because as much as you stayed in Sumeru, most of your knowledge had come from your own experiments and cases from clients seeking answers the divine could not give.

This was why you were almost heretical.

“I must warn you that for them the sacred can be profaned and the profane can be sacred” Childe added as they reached the shores of Guyun Stone Forest, and found you basking under the gentle rays of sunlight in front of the Domain.

Zhongli stared at you, the sight of you head looking up with your eyes closed as it felt the warmth of the sunlight. Geo crystalflies surrounding you as a light breeze had the ends of your hair fluttering in the wind.

“Who is that?” Zhongli asked.

“My friend, the infamous Xiézhihuā Mìngfù of Liyue” Childe answered.

In that exact moment, you slowly opened your eyes, lashes fluttering softly as you blinked. The wind blew and a rain of leaves fell on you, gentle and calm as you stared at them.

--

Like an ill-fated omen, Zhongli began to notice you on the streets of Liyue Harbor. Rumors and words of your deeds would reach his ears, on occasion some of your cases would be told in the tea houses.

“Miracle” a few bystanders would say.

“Heretical” the few devout traditionalists would mutter in hushed tones.

But all agreed that you were a genius. An innovator that brought changes like a storm. You gathered envy and admiration in your wake, foreign nobles and dignitaries seeking you out for consultations or to ask for your help. And yet, for all of your infamy and prestige, Zhongli often found you amidst the crowd of orphans or Liyue’s slum dwellers.

Sometimes, Childe was with you, other times it was Director Hu and her friends, the second young master of the Feiyun Guild and the exorcist. In one memorable moment, Yanfei. But more often than not you were by yourself, answering questions from children with a pleasant smile and mischievous glint in your eyes.

It was such a huge contrast from the one he first met that it made Zhongli pause and observe you from afar. Enough times that those around him would say, “No need for alarm, Mr. Zhongli. Xiézhihuā Mìngfù is honorable.”

It was those words that made him ponder. For all of your borderline heretical actions, miracle works that trespass on the Divine, the entirety of Liyue agreed that you were honorable.

It wasn’t until Childe had asked for his help did he cross paths with you again. Weeks of avoiding you to maintain peace were all for naught when he found himself in your presence once more. A jar of osmanthus wine on your hand and an ingratiating smile on your face, you offered it to him and said, “Osmanthus wine, I’ll give this to you so don’t be a stick in the mud!”

In his youth, he would have immediately brawled with you. But now, Zhongli settled for drinking a cup of tea with contempt as much as the act could convey. Your laughter, melodious, rang in the private room of Liuli Pavillion.

“Aiyo! What a tough crowd!” You said as you sat opposite him and placed the bottle in the center of the table, “Then shall we begin anew? My birth name is a secret, my courtesy name is a secret, my title is Xiézhihuā Mìngfù! Xié for Heretic, zhi for knowledge, and huā for flower!”

“What kind of introduction is that?” Childe teased as he began his battle with chopsticks.

“An unforgettable one!” You replied, sending a wink to Zhongli who merely pursed his lips.

“I am Zhongli, a consultant for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.”

You smiled and decided to leave the matter at that, somethings could not be forced. So you retreated and decided to just straightforwardly tell him your intentions.

“I’ve heard that Mr. Zhongli is knowledgeable in Liyue’s history.”

Zhongli could sense your sincerity, it placated him a bit, made the dismal first meeting a little bit better. So he tries because he is magnanimous and there was no reason to burn a bridge, “I am merely remembering what others have forgotten.”

He looked at you in the eyes, drawn to the way your eyes burn bright with curiosity. It reminded him of Guizhong so he shakes the thought away because the dead and the living must not be compared. But as the conversation grows long, the topics eventually shift from the job to everything else, Zhongli can’t help but notice your innate desire to help those who are unfortunate.

Somehow it made him understand why you were seen as honorable. It wasn’t until all of you were facing unknown danger did he realize what it truly meant when used on you.

The case you were asking was slightly connected with Childe’s job for you. The case was about the sudden deaths of several brides that were kidnapped and found dead at an abandoned temple. No one had reported it to the Qixing until one of the victims involved was a distant relative of a Qixing who was to be wedded to one of the Szehnayan Merchants.

Childe had taken the chance to offer aide, calling for your help as one of the known detectives of Fontaine. It had surprised Zhongli, and made him respect you but all of it was quickly thrown away when you had given him a cheeky wink and said, “I can even tell how big a man’s dick is.”

“Shameless” He had admonished and yet he was unaware of the small smile he wore on his face.

The investigation led the three of you to a small village in the mountain, with a local shrine that was dedicated to an old god that even Zhongli had never heard of. The three of you had pored over legends passed down by mouth, discussing and comparing with the records found in Liyue’s public library and scholars. Childe, through his seemingly endless funds, had paid for information on every victim so far that wasn’t in the packet given by the millelith. Zhongli, with his seemingly endless connections, had talked to everyone and anyone that had studied Liyue’s countless lores and legends. And you had talked with the family of the victims, investigating the crime scene and connecting everything that could lead to an answer.

That was how Zhongli found you, messed up clothes and tired eyes poring over documents in the middle of discarded papers that laid on the dark wood floor of your secluded residence in Minlin.

“Have you not slept?” Zhongli asked, frowning as he made his way towards you.

“Not yet” You answered as you got up and discarded the paper you were reading to go to your wide cork board that held all the relevant information you had, “I’m close to figuring out what sort of deity or demon we’re going to fight.”

“What about the reason?”

“Solved it ages ago” You answered carelessly, pointing at the left corner of the board.

Zhongli went over and flitted through the papers on that side until he found what he was looking for.

“A vengeful bride?”

“Mn” You replied as you removed a pin and replaced the paper with an old newspaper clipping “There was a record of a previous incident however the Ghost of that time was listed as defeated. The stories all claim that the ghost was of savage rank, and disappeared after letting go of their obsession.”

“Then it returned?” Zhongli turned to you, alarmed and visibly frowning.

“No.”

You sighed and rubbed your aching forehead, “This was a man made disaster that went out of hand, I’m sure that whoever started this is probably dead. Chances are the first death awakened a sealed something” You looked at him, eyes serious “I’m figuring out just how old this thing is and what exactly are we going to face.”

“...The older it is…”

“The harder it would be to defeat it. Liyue’s lands are drenched in blood. Old grudges mixed with new ones from the Archon Wars. With cultivation clans dying out and having a single yaksha around, the karmic cycle of Liyue is already out of balance” You revealed and Zhongli was amazed with your discovery.

“Is there anything Rex Lapis could do?”

“...Fixing the karmic cycle? None. Solving this? His dragon qi would only end up being corrupted or he’d be punished by the Heavenly Dao. Time has changed a lot of things, but the rule that the Gods may not interfere with the mortal realm remains true.”

Both of you remained silent, You stared blankly at your board while Zhongli watched you. The heavy air from your words made your heart heavy, and Zhongli could see it. The fear that lingered in your eyes, the firm determination to save lives.

It left a ripple in the calm waters of his heart. A small unnoticeable ripple.

“Is it worth it?” Zhongli asked “Is it worth betting on your life to save the common people?”

You smiled at him, almost pitying, “To an adeptus like you, the amount of times mortals would bet on their lives to save others must be few, but Zhongli...I am the sort to always think that the common people are worthy.”

At that moment, Guizhong’s words echoed in his mind.

“Let me help you.”

--

A red sedan trudges up the mountain path, intending to pass through the temple. Behind the bridal sedan was a short entourage carrying three chests of dowry. In front of the sedan, were two people beating drums to celebrate the auspicious day.

Zhongli, Baizhu, and the Fatui disguised as locals were on alert as it watched the ominous trees of the mountain road. You sat inside the sedan, meditating in lotus position. Chongyun and Xingqiu were waiting in the temple where the zombified bodies of the previous brides were found. You had advised Ajax to not participate in the inevitable battle. Ensuring the possibility that his abyssal powers would react badly with ancient powers. With all of the preparations, you hoped that the odds would be in your favor.

You sighed softly, eyes opening as you felt the air change. You readied your weapon as soon as you heard the sounds of fighting.

The door opens and you throw out a talisman. In a quick move you stepped out, geo shield forming around you as you began plucking the strings of the Guqin. You looked at your enemy and found your heart easing up.

What stood before you was neither an ancient deity or demon, but rather a ghost on the verge of breaking through the Malice Rank.

“Don’t fear! We can subdue this one!” You informed your party, as you played the Sound of Vanquish.

Vines subdued the ghost, wearing the red robes of a groom. The Fatui began surrounding the ghost. Nine stone pillars acted as the foundation of the seal, pulsing with geo energy.

You felt rather than saw Chongyun come close, allowing you to draw upon his yang energy to balance out the pure yin energy of the ghost. Xingqiu stood on standby ready to recite the incantation for parting in case the seal fails.

The final notes of the song lingered in the air as Zhongli walked towards you, eyes never leaving the ghost, “I thought it was a bride.”

“A minor mistake” You replied as you played Inquiry.

‘Who are you’

The ghost didn’t answer.

‘Who are you’ you repeated the question.

‘Kill me’ it answered.

Your hands stilled in the air. You sighed and looked up from the strings and found yourself staring straight at the eyes of the ghost. Stunned at the mixture of emotions in its eyes.

“...There is no need to surrender to despair, your soul can still be saved.”

The ghost gave a mocking smile, “So what? My Chang’er is gone. We can never meet again in this life or the next.”

Zhongli’s eyes widened at the implication, just as Chongyun let out a small gasp. You felt your heart turn heavy even so you soldiered on, there was a need to find out the cause of this tragedy.

“Then tell me, why did you kill those women?”

“They deserved it!” The ghost screamed in anger, “They killed her! They killed her like she was nothing! Chang’er was innocent! They knew she was innocent and still-”

“You could have reported to the Millelith!” Chongyun said.

Cold mocking laughter rang loudly in the air, in it you could hear the bitterness of defeat and anger.

“Would it have done anything when the person behind this is an official? You’re too naive, boy!”

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath and decided to shield Chongyun from one of the dark sides of Liyue.

“Are you really forsaking salvation?”

“Yes.”

Zhongli watched as you walked towards the ghost and asked its name. He watched as the ghost whispered its name and you nodded before raising your hands, your index and middle finger pointing towards the sky, while the rest were closed.

Light gathered on your finger tips, the air charged with spiritual energy that was not of Celestial origin. It was an ancient divine power that Zhongli used to feel before he ascended to the peak of cultivation as a dragon.

With one downward stroke, the light slashed through the ghost. The light was so blinding that Zhongli had to shield his eyes as he watched the ghost turn into dust, its soul scattering to the wind. Your back stood straight, your hair gently fluttering.

Even though you were expressionless, Zhongli felt the heaviness of your heart. Despite that your eyes remained strong, unyielding as righteousness burned in your eyes. He watched as you strode in Ningguang’s jade chamber, as you reported your findings.

He accompanied you in going back to the village where it all began as you read the Liyue Qixing’s edict. He watched as you went beyond what Childe asked and went to the unmarked grave of Chang’er, offering incense on the blood stained stones of the temple.

He went with you as you sat on the highest mountain peak in Bishui, looking at the horizon with a blank look in your eyes. He didn’t speak and instead poured you a cup of osmanthus wine and silently waited.

“...Sometimes, I wonder if I can remain in the path of righteousness” You spoke, “I can never understand the hearts of humans, how could they easily ruin someone’s reputation, ruin someone’s life because of greed? I can’t understand why there was a need to go as far as scattering the soul?”

You cried without any tears, and Zhongli remained silent, unable to answer something he had always witnessed in his long life.

“Have you changed your answer?” He asked as he stared at his cup of wine.

“No” You replied and Zhongli could hear the self-mockery in your tone, “Even if one day I find myself in unbearable pain, I’ll never stop believing that the common people are worthy of saving.”

You looked at Zhongli, solemn in your bearing as the sun disappeared in the sky “Zhongli, no one has the right to decide on the outcome of human lives. Be it human or adepti.”

Zhongli thought back to the case, the sad story of two lovers who parted eternally because of jealousy and greed. The greediness of an official’s son for a woman who had no affection for him, the jealousy of the ladies over the popular young scholar. The selfish righteousness of the village folk that stoned an innocent woman to death over ruined reputation.

Zhongli thought of his contract. He wondered for a moment what you would say to him if knew that he dared to bet on the safety of Liyue and its people.

He closed his eyes and drank the wine that still tasted as he remembered.

“I pray that your heart remains in paradise.”

You toasted him and smiled softly. Zhongli vowed to never forget how beautiful you looked in that moment, with the slight smile gracing your lips as you drank the osmanthus wine.

The moon was beautiful that night.

--

Zhongli watched from afar as Osial rose. His thoughts echoing to the oath you swore that day in Guyun. A part of his heart felt sad and yet in awe of what you had accomplished.

He watched as the Millelith, Adepti and Fatui worked together to evacuate the civilians. He watched as humans and adepti fought together to bring down Osial once more. He felt proud and relieved at the result, glad at the knowledge that Liyue had no need of him anymore and yet a part of him felt trepidation.

The knowledge that the Age of Archons was drawing to a close. He thought of you, a beloved child of the Heavens, who could boldly declare that the Gods can be wrong. He thought of the words you spoke that night.

He thought of the days he spent with you, the rare times he went along with your tricks and harmless schemes. The easy way the two of you became friends. You were the first person he had easily became friends with, he mused at how quickly his dislike of you melted into fondness.

The way his heart had pinched when you said he wasn’t fun. The elation from being one of the few people you found interesting. He thought all of this as he handed his gnosis, as he kept his reason a secret. He thought of this as he looked around Liyue that had no need of him anymore, he thought of you as his feet automatically walked to where you were.

He stood away from you, watching as you cared for the wounded and then silently left. He spent the aftermath ruminating on his decision, on his actions while silently watching your actions with Childe during the last week of his stay in Liyue.

He waited for you to come to him, and ask him the question he could not answer. He steeled his heart and yet when you came to him, you didn’t ask and instead began talking about your recent adventures, asking him of his days and Zhongli didn’t know what to feel.

He knew that you knew nothing then. That you remained unaware of the truth but he let himself believe that you didn’t mind. So he spent his days with you, silently caring for you, protecting you in his own way.

He let himself bask in your vibrant presence, allowed himself to savor the feeling of watching you walk the path of righteousness. He unknowingly and willingly let you walk inside his heart, step by step, with each moment you spent helping others.

The days spent by your side, knowing the parts of yourself that no one else knew was the closest he felt in being mortal. It was so easy to forget that you remained ignorant when he spent his time worrying about your ability to be where chaos was, when his heart was easily influenced by you.

But now, in the privacy of the Dwelling in the Clouds, Zhongli watched as you grew disappointed. Your soft laughter filled with heartbreak and weariness broke his heart for reasons he couldn’t understand.

He regretted not telling you the truth when he had the chance.

He hated how he had no right to wipe away your tears even though he had spent countless nights and days warming your bed.

“Zhongli, I hate how I can understand why you did it” Your voice was so soft “Really, as an Archon you are undeniably good, you are peerless in that regard.”

He closed his eyes and readied himself for your next words.

“But I can’t call you a good person. Human lives aren’t something you should bet on so easily, no matter how careful you are” Your disappointment, your grief, and your weariness were all visible in your tone and body language.

He remained where he stood, watching as you descended. Each step breaking his heart as he slowly understood what you meant to him. He cried silently as you disappeared below the clouds and slowly sank on the ground.

For the first time in his life, Zhongli didn’t know what to do. There was no one he could turn to. He dreaded going back to a cold empty house devoid of you. He feared going back to the days that were dull, to a time where you did not exist in his life.

Where the sound of your voice was not commonplace, or the comforting scent of your magic that lingered in the space you occupied.

Zhongli laughed, loud and unrestrained, mocking himself for his stupidity. He hated how he didn’t realize it sooner, if he did then perhaps things would not turn out this way. He cried with all of his broken heart as he remembered the loneliness in your eyes.

He drank his sorrows away and as daylight broke through the clouds, he stumbled his way home. To the place that was devoid of you who he loved.

He fell on his bed that still smelled like you and silently cried himself to sleep.

He was already missing you dearly.

--

You stared at Zhongli, eyes distant as he stood in front of your door. A distant part of you wondered if things could be fixed, if the two of you could move forward from this pain.

But the rest of you were waiting for further disappointment, you knew the bone-deep pride of Gods. You understood that there was a bigger chance that Zhongli would cease contact with you, no one can easily put down years of habit and thought as a god so easily.

And yet as Zhongli stood beneath you, looking up to you. You couldn’t help but hope.

“...I can’t apologize for what I did” Zhongli began, “I don’t regret doing it the way I planned but I regret that I didn’t think of another way to test my people.”

You remained silent.

“I asked you once if the common people are worthy, the truth is I don’t know whether I find them worthy or not...but with you…” Zhongli trailed off, he felt that his next words were heavy.

He was afraid of laying his heart bare to you. The deepest parts of him that he didn’t fully understand, “I know that your life alone is worthy. I am a being born from rock, gaining humanity through cultivation. My heart is made of stone, softened by the dust. I don’t know if I would ever understand what being human means and everything it entails…”

You stared at him, unmoving, silently and patiently hearing him out.

“But I know that the only way I can keep on being with you is by changing this stone heart. So please, let me walk by your side, protecting you and your belief.”

Zhongli bent his waist, solemnly asking for your forgiveness and acceptance. He heard your footsteps coming closer and swore to himself to accept whatever the outcome would be.

“Stand straight.”

He stood and then he found himself in your embrace, your familiar scent filled his nose and Zhongli gently and firmly hugged you back. He held you fearing that all of it was an illusion.

“Let me learn how to be good while staying by your side” He whispered.

“I was afraid” You replied “of how easily you can decide on the outcome of your people’s life and death.”

You hugged him tighter, “I know that you still have secrets that you can’t tell. That even as you live as a mortal, the consequences of your actions as an Archon is something you would live with for the rest of your life. So I won’t judge you for that but Zhongli, I can’t be with someone who can easily bet on other’s life.”

“I understand.”

He thought of your words in Qingyun Peak, your confession that night in Minlin. He thought of the day he met you. He thought of the words he said in that temple ruin.

Zhongli understood what it meant to walk by your side, to take the same path as you did. He knew that from this moment onwards he would never be able to untangle himself from you.There was no room for anything else in his heart that was filled with you. It would always remain with you even if one day his entire being ends up in the abyss.

‘As long as your heart remains in paradise, I don’t mind letting myself fall into the abyss.

[nationalharryleague]

Christmas in Holmes Chapel

Pairing: Harry Styles x Y/N

Genre: Christmas fluff on top of Christmas fluff

Word count: 1.7K 

A/N: Hi everyone! This is something I wrote super quick because I was in the Christmas spirit! I was/am also quite drunk (so be nice)!! More of my better writing can be found in my masterlist and I would love to hear what you think ab this in my ask! Also shoutout to Liz (@kiwicherryallaboutharry​) and Morgan (@soullikestyles​) for beta-ing and being sweethearts!! Thank you for reading <3

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Shouts of “they’re finally here!” were the first things she heard when Harry opened the door to his mum’s house. After two delayed flights, ten hours on a plane, and bumper to bumper traffic the entire way to Anne’s, they were in shambles. This was the first time the pair were spending Christmas with Harry’s family, and this was definitely not the way she wanted it to start. She almost started crying when Gemma took her into her arms after nearly running across the house to greet her.

“I’m so happy you two made it,” she smiled, rubbing Y/N’s tired back when she didn’t release from the hug right away. “I was afraid that you weren’t going to make it tonight.”

“I could cry, Gem. I'm so happy to be here right now,” she confessed honestly, exhaustion clear in her voice.

Gemma released her from the embrace when Harry tapped her on the shoulder. “Hello? I’m here too. Do you not miss your baby brother?” His voice dripped with sarcasm and his dimples were deep on his cheeks, as they always were when he was home.

She rolled her eyes at him, muttering sarcastically “not as much as I missed your lovely girlfriend,” before he pulled her into a hug of his own. The two were the spitting image of each other, both with their exceptionally similar smiles and adorable noses. He squeezed the smaller woman tight, enjoying their reunion after not seeing each other for at least three or four months. They were still so close, even after Harry’s move to LA to be closer to his girlfriend. Y/N had pretended more than once that she hadn’t overheard them when he would call her for relationship advice.

Looking away from the Styles siblings, she was met by Anne's bright smile paired with her wide open arms extended for a hug. “Sweetheart, it’s so good to see you!” she exclaimed with a Santa hat sitting snugly on her head, pulling her close to the woman’s warm and kind body. “There are plates of dinner made up for the two of you in the kitchen and plenty of leftovers in the fridge if you want any more.” She was naturally so caring about those around her and tonight was no different.

“Thank you so much, Anne,” she said graciously. “I’m so sorry we’re so late.”

“Oh, stop it. It’s a Christmas miracle you made it at all with the snow,” she brushed away her apologies, her voice taking a more serious turn as she locked her eyes with hers. “I’m so happy you’re here, Y/N. You’re just as much a part of our family as Harry is now.”

Y/N’s heart warmed with the kindness behind Anne’s words. There was so much love surrounding her right now, too much for her to comprehend without getting teary eyed. She was so thankful for the tenderness and care Harry’s family had shown her over the last three years. She felt at home in what used to just be a house to her; like she was a part of the family.

“Oi, stop hogging her,” Harry teased Y/N, bumping her hip lightly with his and nudging her out of the way so he could hug his mum.

“Harry Edward, I raised you to be polite. Leave the poor girl alone,” she scolded, but opened her arms up wide to receive her son. He was so much bigger than she was, seeming to swallow her body whole in his arms. Y/N couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips as she watched the two interact.

The pair of travelers were passed around the living room, giving hugs and kisses to the various aunts, uncles, cousins, and stragglers that were attending Christmas Eve dinner at Anne’s. The room was full of loud boisterous laughter and Christmas music that played off an antique record player and it smelled like wine and the remnants of a large dinner that had been eaten when they just couldn’t wait any longer for the two to arrive.

Y/N’s stomach growled without permission as soon as she saw the plates of food resting on the counter that had been waiting for them. The pair stood hovered over the plates and ate like they hadn’t seen food in weeks. At the moment, she could only think of two things she knew about Anne for sure: she knew how to raise children and she was a fantastic cook.

When she looked up and saw a spot of gravy hanging on the edge of Harry’s mouth, she just couldn’t resist. She tiptoed and pressed a short kiss to the corner of his lips, taking the gravy with her in the process. He looked down at her with a slightly surprised, but mostly loving, look after she pulled away. The edges of his lips turned up, asking “What was that for?”

“You had something,” she mused, jokingly twirling her pointer finger in the direction of her own mouth.

Before she could process it, his lips were back on hers, kissing her slowly and with so much love. His lips were soft and pillowy as always, but there was something more behind them that she just couldn’t place.

“What was that for?” she asked breathlessly when he released her, using his own words against him.

“I know I have been kind of on edge all day and I just wanted to thank you for dealing with me. I love you so much.” She couldn’t fight the grin that found its way onto her face every time he told her that he loved her. Sometimes she still couldn’t believe she had nabbed such a good one.

“I love you too. Are you alright?” She asked worriedly, noticing the way his eyebrows were nervously knit together and how his posture was slightly worsened like it always was when he was stressed.

“I’ll be okay soon.” There was more behind his words, she knew it for sure, but Harry was very good at playing it cool when he wanted to. She knew he would either tell her soon or it would resolve on its own; she trusted him to tell her what was going on if he really needed her.

Her train of thought was interrupted when Gemma stuck her head into the kitchen and announced that the annual Charades tournament was beginning. Y/N had only heard about the myth of the Charades tournament before and she was excited to find out why her boyfriend raved about it so often. Harry excitedly grabbed her hand, leading her into the crowded living room, watching as the first teams had already begun acting out and guessing.

Before long, it was Harry and Y/N’s turn to go, matched up against Gemma and her husband. She sat on the couch, assigned to play the guesser after he cockily told her ‘there's only one actor in this family,’ and watched closely as both Harry and Gemma read the clue written on the small slip of paper. Gemma gave him a playful and excited smile before extending a friendly hand for him to shake.

“You ready for this, H?” she asked, but once again, Y/N felt like there was more behind her words than friendly competition. Y/N began to think she was being kept in the dark about something, but before she could think too hard about it the pair had begun their miming.

Harry took the approach of creating a circle with his pointer and thumb, repeatedly slipping the whole he had created over his left ring finger.

“Wedding ring!” she guessed excitedly from the couch, only to be met with a shake of his head.

He then moved to get down on one knee, pretending to hold a ring box in his hands. “Asking someone to marry you!” she questioningly yelled again, only met with another shake of his head, but she could tell she was getting closer.

It was when he performed the same ring gesture while on his knee that she got it. “Engagement ring!” She nearly screamed and jumped off the couch, twirling in celebration (a symptom of always being a bit too competitive) after Harry’s face lit up and signaled they had won.

She was confused for a split second when she came back around and Harry was still on his knee, but it all made sense when she saw the real ring box that was now in his hands. Her hands flew up to her face in shock and she was unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

“My love,” he began softly, “I knew I wanted you in my life forever from the moment I met you at that stupid bar. I fought Mitch so hard that night, but he dragged me along and it was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

She remembered that night fondly, but it had admittedly been a mess. She had just gotten dumped and so had Harry, when they found each other at the end of the bar, far away from anyone who was actually having fun, they had started talking and never stopped.

“You make me a better person,” he went on as tears had begun to roll down her cheeks, “and I never want to be who I was before I met you ever again. I love you so much and I never want to live without you. So,” he took a deep breath with hopeful eyes, “will you marry me?”

A shout of “Yes!” let her lips before he even finished, throwing herself at him and bringing him into a kiss.

It all made sense now. She understood why Harry had been so upset when their flight had been messed up, and why Gemma and Anne had been so excited to see them, and especially why he had been on edge all day. He was nervous to ask her, in the most charming and endearing way.

The crowd around them cheered when they finally stood up and their eyes locked as Harry delicately slid the ring onto her left hand. His eyes were slightly teary, but held an excitement that was unmatched. The ring was giant and beautiful, exactly what she expected from him when the time came, and she could barely tear her eyes away from it.

“This is the best Christmas present ever, H. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Thank you for reading! Reblogs/feedback are much appreciated!! 

[softxsuki]

eeeeeeEEE Bakugo taking y/n to a bts concert

Bakugou Takes Reader to a BTS Concert

Pairing: Bakugou x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mild language

Genre: Fluff ?

Post-Type: Headcanon

Word Count: 840

Summary: In which Bakugou agrees (kinda didn’t really have a choice) to join you to your BTS concert

[A/N: Thank you for this request anon! I’m glad I got to write something where both of my worlds collide :D. I’m sorry this took so longs, I’m a lazy butt. ANYWAY, I hope you all enjoy!]

Bakugou:

Oh gosh okay, my two world coming together for this one <3

You would 100% have to ask him to go with you, there’s just no way he would buy you tickets and volunteer himself to go to this concert with you

Even when you have the tickets and ask him to go with you, he’d still say no

“Please Katsuki, I really want to go with you,” *insert puppy dog eyes*

“Not a damn chance,” he’d hiss are you a damn snake?

“Fine, then I’ll ask Midoriya,” you huff with an evil gleam in your eye as you turn to walk away

Yeah, that’s exactly when he agrees to go with you, just so you won’t take any other “damn extra,” as he put it 

On the day of the concert though, Bakugou is up early and makes sure you both make it there on time--my guy doesn’t like to be late to places, even if he didn’t want to be there in the first place

When you both get to your seats, you’re like the first ones there so you take the opportunity to look around the stadium (yes this is a stadium tour ;))

As more and more fans make their way into the stadium Bakugou gets grumpier as the minutes pass as it gets more packed.

“Why the hell are there so many damn people here?”

“Why wouldn’t there be so many people here? Did you forget who we’re here to see? They’re the biggest group out there right now, c’mon babe, get with the program.”

He rolls his eyes and just slouches back in his seat again, sipping on the drink that you guys bought earlier (he totally complained about the prices even though we all know this man comes from a wealthy family, but he’d never let you pay even if you offered)

There’s about 30 minutes now before the concert starts and ARMY (bts fans) are already out of their seats, dancing and singing along to the songs that are already blasting from the speakers

You find yourself joining in, swaying and moving your ARMY BOMB accordingly to the beat

Meanwhile Bakugou is just in shock at how crazy the stadium is already even though BTS haven’t even appeared on stage yet

Once the boys appear on stage, the whole stadium erupts in screams and cheers for their favorite men

You’d think the noise would bother Bakugou, but I don’t think he’d be affected really; his quirk is so loud, he’s used to loud noises already, this is nothing

However, what does bother him is the person that is sitting beside him who keeps bumping into him every time they move to dance or shake their ARMY BOMB

He sends them a glare every time, which makes the person cower away a bit

You have to elbow him with a glare of your own in order to get him to knock it off

“AHH I LOVE YOU GUYS!” you’d scream

“OI! What are you saying?” he’d scream to you over the noise of the crowd

Yeah, he’s hella jealous that all 7 men on stage have your undivided attention

You just laugh at his response and continue to enjoy yourself

Throughout the course of the concert, Bakugou glances over at you every now and then, and finds himself smiling a little YES SMILING at the sight of you, he’s just glad that he gets the opportunity to see you have a good time

He catches himself nodding his head along to some of the songs

Covers your eyes during ‘Serendipity’ and ‘Fake Love’ when Jimin and Jungkook decide to flash their abs to the sea of fans

“Tch, they can’t keep their clothes on?” he grumbles, hand still covering your eyes

You swat his hand away and look over at him with a smile

“Don’t be jealous baby, we both know that I love your abs the most,”

“I’m not jealous!” he retorts, face now flushed, but you already know he’s feeling a little prideful at your comment about him LOL

By the end of the concert, you’re still exploding with the residual energy from the night, your voice is hoarse, your hair a mess, you’re sweaty, but beaming with light from the joy you feel

Bakugou walks out with you, and urges you to grab ahold of his arm so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd of people that are now all rushing to get back to their cars in the parking lot

“So, how was it?” you ask him, hopeful that he enjoyed himself

“T’ was alright,” he mumbles beside you, now moving to wrap an arm around you as more people push their way past the both of you

“Alright! That’s a better response than I expected!”

Little do you know that he actually really enjoyed himself, but he’d never confess that, just know that from now on he’s coming to every concert with you

RIP to all the MOTS tour tickets that got cancelled. I hope we get to see them in concert one day. Stay strong ARMY <3

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 8/31/2021

[sadchappuccino]

My Queen

Pairing: The Darkling x otkazat’sya!reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, sexual hints

A/n: Omg she’s actually writing again.... Honestly shit is happening in my life so I’m going back to my good ol’ trusty coping mechanism of simping for fictional characters

The sun shines bright in your room, too bright for your liking. Groggily your turned around and hid your face in your husbands shirt. “Make it go away”, you mumbled. Aleksander kisses the top of your head as he let the darkness embrace you both. “Thank you”, you smile. Aleksander wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight into his embrace, “anything for you my love.”

You don’t know how it happened. How you, an otkazat’sya, got together with the most powerful grisha in all of Ravka. It all happened so naturally, when you met you felt that instant connection and the more time you spent together the more the connection grew.

You were walking through the woods, trying to get some fresh air and far away from all the people in Os Alta. It was a beautiful city, but too crowded, so you’d escape reality for a while and take a stroll.

These little walks always cheered you up, they made you forget about the city. All there was were the chirps of the birds and the smooth breeze of the wind.

On that faithful day a horse ran straight to you, making you fall back scared by the large black stallion. A man jumped between you and the horse, once he calmed the horse down he turned to you. He was tall with black hair, a beard and the most beautiful eyes. “I am terribly sorry,” he offered you his hand and you hesitantly took it. “Oh it’s fine just scared me a bit, that’s all,” you smiled. You had no idea that this was the Darkling nor that he would be your husband, in that moment he was just a handsome stranger.

“What is on your mind,” Aleksander asked you. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, “the day we met.” Aleksander smiled broadly, “that’s one of my favourite days, after our wedding.”

“Oh really and here I thought our first time was your favourite day,” you sassed. “It is definitely up there,” he groaned into your neck, “but on our wedding we eternalised our love for each other.” You slowly kissed his lips “you’re such a sap.”

“How is that anyway to treat your husband,” Aleksander mused. “We both know that I know perfectly well how to treat you,” your hand trailed down his body, gliding over his abs.

A loud knock interrupted your movement and you groaned. Aleksander threw his head back in annoyance, “What is it?” He shouted to the person on the other side of the door. “We found the sun summoner, sir,” Ivan announced.

Aleksander’s eyes widened, he quickly pecked your lips, “I’m sorry my love but I have to go.” You kissed him again, but more passionately this time, “go. I will be here when you’re back.” He groaned into your mouth, “I’ll keep you to that.” And he left the room, leaving you alone and cold without his touch to warm you up.

You got dressed and walked through the halls of the little palace, at first this place was foreign. Many grisha didn’t accept you at first because you couldn’t practice the small sciences, but soon you proved yourself more than worthy of your place here. You were smart, so you often found yourself working with materialki. You also knew basic medics, a way the grisha healers weren’t taught, so you showed them how to give chest compressions instead of having to call a heartrender. It was harder to bond with the etherealki and the heartrenders, but you managed. Soon everyone adored you, even if you were just otkazat’sya.

Today you walked to the labs, you were working with a few alkemi on a new kind of substance that could temporarily impair a person’s legs and arms without them receiving any further injuries from the substance. You had it almost figured out, there was still a few hitches in the chemical compound. After a few hours with no progress, you gave up.

You walked back to you and the Darkling’s quarters. Your eyes landed on a few pieces of papers on the floor. You didn’t meant to read them, just pick them up and place them on your husbands desk, but your interest spiked when you saw the words ‘expanding the fold.’ Before you even knew what you were doing, you started to read everything, you grabbed more of his books and papers until every single inch of the room was covered with the books.

“Hello darling,” Aleksander smiled widely as he entered the room. You turned around to face him, “what is this?” you held the original plan in your hands. Aleksander’s face fell, “y/n it’s not what it looks like.” “Really? Because it looks like you want to expand the fold and kill thousands of people!” you screamed. “It’s the only way, if we don’t do this the war will continue on and more people will die,” he stepped closer and his voice softened, “if there was any other way I wouldn’t do this.”

“There must be another way Aleks, please you can’t do this,” you pleaded. “I’ve been alive for hundreds of years, there is no other way.”

“Promise me one thing Aleks,” you said, “you won’t lose yourself by going on this path, promise me you won’t change.”

“Never my queen,” he placed his hand in your cheek, “I will always be the Aleksander you fell in love with.” You looked at the ground and then up at him, “Then I will stand by you, for better and for worse.”