#simultaneously afraid to be yelled at for playing on my phone :|

[americanrecord]

i’m actually gonna fucking blow my brains out if they don’t start giving me things to do at this goddamn job

[meichenxi]

Hey, could I ask you how you do shadowing? Like the different ways you do it? You mentioned in your tag that shadowing is good and I'd love to hear how you do it! I do not attempt shadowing much so I don't really know what helps, etc. ToT (my studyblr is rigelmejo)

Hellooo! Thank you for the interesting question!

Tbh I think I do it fairly basically - I don’t use any particularly fancy software, but software like Language Learning with Netflix has certainly made it easier. There’s a whole video on how to get the most of it here: [on mobile, link didn't work - How to study Chinese with Netflix! by Chinese Zero To Hero] (I’d recommend checking out all of their videos actually, they’ve done a bunch of livestreams recently and they place a lot of emphasis on shadowing + the course they are trying to sell you is…actually phenomenally good)

(Also, I have to preface this by saying that I have been very lucky in terms of pronunciation: I learnt about 80% of my current vocabulary by ear without characters or pinyin. I have been in China for eight months in total, and while I didn’t speak Chinese for all of that, I was constantly soaking in info on natural sentence intonation. I still often don’t know officially what the tone of a vocabulary item is, especially if it changes tone like 教, 为 or 相, but I don’t get yelled at so I have definitely internalised a lot of those changes. I definitely would have more trouble with this if I hadn’t had that experience - my other areas are waaaay weaker because of this though- my reading SUCKS lmao and I can literally handwrite about ten characters)

Anyway. How I shadow:

1) Quite simply by playing the line, and repeating it with all the emotion it has!! I usually use Netflix or Viki for this. I try to do it as fast as possible, and if I can’t do the whole thing, I ‘chunk’ it: if I were doing the sentence 我们还不知道他会不会来, I would start from the end with 他会不会来, then 不知道他会不会来, and then the whole sentence. Notice that this isn’t breaking it down into words or even grammatical phrases, but intonational phrases: it would be perfectly sensible to just do 会不会来 without the 他 but realistically, since this is a question, it’s likely that a strong stress will be placed on the first 会, and you wouldn’t be able to replicate that without also included the more weakly stressed syllable before.

2) I locate (intentionally or subconsciously) the main locus of stress within the sentence, and I focus on that accordingly. Tones may become less extreme if they are not stressed, and may become more exaggerated if stressed. This is always a good exercise. I accompany this with physical actions - I throw my hands down, I sigh, I groan!

3) I put away the text, and don’t look at the tones or even my computer screen - more on this below.

4) Finally, when I think I’ve got it reasonably accurate, I’ll record them speaking the line into my phone with an appropriate pause for copying and play it back to myself at various points throughout the day.

5) I then go and find other words with the same tone contour to slot in, and copy it again. After that, I find words that are slightly different tonally and pop them in too.

6) I finally do fun things like hold a conversation with myself. This can be really simple phrases imbued with some kind of emotion - 这个女子到底是谁呀？为什么不认识我？应该是新手吧。You can do this either really informally, or very formally, or both - trying to speak in the latter way is very fun! So then it’d be idk something more like: 那位姑娘是何人，来自何处？This is fun because you can really slow down your speech and sound as elegant as you like!! (this will sound stilted if you do it for modern speech, but it’s a very fun exercise)

Choosing your media!!

1) Don’t use donghuas. Seriously. The voice actors usually speak at a ridiculous pace and not with the same range of ‘normal’ intonation

2) Your Chinese is definitely good enough to recognise when anyone is quoting poetry or speaking in a paricularly sexy literary way so, uh…don’t do that. That rules dramas like Nirvana in Fire OUT.

3) Modern dramas and reality TV shows CAN be great, but they can also be quite intimidatingly quick and almost too mushy at times. I’d recommend informal speech in guzhuang dramas more, because they have professional voice actors and extensive sound editing, meaning that although it might be fast and the vocabulary harder, it’s actually much more accessible and easier to copy. You don’t want to be stuck with the awfulness of 50% failed foreigner and 50% 12 year old boy who can’t enunciate properly!!

4) CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON WISELY. I try to find characters that speak in a dramatic, whiny or childish way. This is so important! There’s literally no use copying Lan Wangji unless you want to be able to have that particular cadence and tone of voice you get reciting poetry. Childish/whiny/dramatic characters on the other hand stress some words very strongly, and rush others together - this is great for hearing what actual real speech sounds like. Whininess wins. In The Untamed, characters like Wei Wuxian (not yllz!wwx but just…regular wwx), 一问三不知 Nie Huaisang, Jin Ling, and Jingyi are all great. Also Jiggy, who is just very extra constantly and speaks much slower as well, which really helps. In SHL characters like Gu Xiang are good.

5) CHOOSE YOUR VOICE WISELY! If you are really aiming to copy them 100% (which you should try at least sometimes), you want somebody with your pitch range to sound normal. I have a sort of party trick in Chinese that because I’ve spent so much time listening to women in guzhuang dramas I can change my voice and sound like a) a scheming concubine with honeyed words, or b) the voice of the Beijing metro. My teacher found it hysterically funny. But it’s not my natural voice, and if I speak like that for too long it hurts. The women usually are too high for me, and the big burly manly men too low - so I’d recommend finding a man with a higher voice, or an older woman (like some of the female characters in Nirvana in Fire). Again, sorry that this is mostly the Untamed (I’m just most familiar with it) but the voice actors for Wei Wuxian and some of the juniors (+jiggy) has a higher voice. Likewise Chengling in Word of Honour.

On intonation in general:

- The thing is that whilst shadowing is useful it requires prior ability in a whole bunch of other skills that you can train - it relies on your ability to accurately mimic pitch, emotion and other contrasts. Training this in ANY language, including your native one, will help your ability to do this in Chinese - so I’d recommend spending a fair amount of time practicing shadowing (or speaking just after somebody whilst listening to a string of text, like monolingual simultaneous interpreting) in your native language too. Any training copying accents or mimicking other people is going to similarly help, regardless of the language.

So, with that in mind, further tips:

1) Hum / try to copy the intonation without any words. What this does is force you to pay attention to what the intonation actually is, versus what you may think it should be.

2) Don’t look at the text! Do! Not! Look! At! The! Text! If you look at the characters or pinyin you’re telling yourself ‘ok this is a third tone here’ etc, but you want to override the part of your brain that has gotten into bad habits and is supremely self-confident in how you’re pronouncing the third tone, and actually just go straight back to mimicking.

3) Don’t be afraid to do it with vocabulary that is way beyond your level. Actually, I find this can sometimes be helpful, because you don’t have a prior idea about how a particular tone pair should be useful - and you don’t know which tone you should be producing.

4) Learn vocabulary by ear - listen to a vocab podcast or even make one yourself (I often do this; I record my daily Anki and listen back to it through headphones copying throughout the day - if you’re not confident in your pronunciation you can get Google Translate to do it). Similarly, pick unknown vocabulary out of a longer segment and remember it, trying to internalise the tones instead of figuring out which tone it is.

5) Find emotional sentences, and copy them with emotion. This is SO CRUCIAL!!! We remember things when we relate to them, and when we imbue them with emotion - and it also helps in hearing exactly how an angry second tone sounds, for instance.

6) When you’re copying, look up, and imagine you are having an actual conversation. Carry yourself with conviction and poise!! Really try to whine like wwx or slime like jgy. After a couple of turns copying them, try to turn off the audio and keep delivering it in the same manner.

7) Swap individual words out. Once you have a line properly figured out, swap a word or two that has a different tone pair, and focus on delivering it with the same pattern of stress.

8) Finally, practice doing this in your native language too!! It’s a skill that we don’t use often, and it can be trained. Some people are terrible at it at first go even in their native language, but you can work on it!

About intonation in general:

1) I think a lot of pronunciation problems with people sounding unnatural or stiff ultimately come down to a fundamental misunderstanding of what intonation looks like across different languages. In English we mark it by pitch: and we are so used to the rhetoric that Chinese has ‘tone’ and not ‘intonation’ that we try and focus on blindly copying every single word textbook perfect without listening to how it actually sounds.

2) Chinese does have intonation!!! Except that, unlike English, when you stress a word, the pitch doesn’t change, but the tone contour is exaggerated - basically the only time you will ever hear a full third tone is in isolated or very exaggerated speech. If you have a Chinese friend, get them to record a sentence like the English ‘I didn’t ask her to steal his rucksack’, and put stress on the different elements of it - I didn’t ask, I didn’t ask, I didn’t ask, and so on. Notice and copy how the tones change. When shadowing, you should always be paying attention to where the stress is in the sentence: when you speak by yourself, practicing saying a sentence neutrally, and then with stress on one component, the next, and so on. If it feels unnatural, it’s because you might not have practicised like this before - it’ll get better!

Hope that’s somewhat helpful / interesting!

- 梅晨曦

[just--another--daydreamer]

Cotton Candy

» Katsuki Bakugo x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

» Fandom: My Hero Academia » Genre: Fluff » Requested (by anon): Hi there. Your writing is amazing, I love it! Could I suggest Bakugou knowing how to get he wants and how to make you weak at the knees. Sorry if it doesn’t make sense » Warnings: swearing, mentions of death » Words: 1.8k

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A mild breeze brushed over your face as you inhaled the familiar scent of the funfair that was popcorn and cotton candy mixing with the smell of the warm spring day. The many booths spread across the field provided shadow, keeping you cool as you strolled around the fair midst the many people who had been drawn to the same spot by the inviting smells and sounds. The crowd’s chatting was drowned by joyful screams and laughter whenever you passed by one of the rides, adults and children alike seemingly having the time of their lives.

Bakugo and you blended into the crowd perfectly. You had cotton candy in one hand, the other held onto your boyfriend’s right one as you passed by the booths. 

It was your first date in a while. The new boarding school system at UA put many restrictions on your free time, as well as on how you were allowed to spend it. You had gotten the permission to go to the funfair by All Might, who had given in after a few days of you begging him nicely and Bakugo threatening to blow stuff up if he didn’t let you two go on this date. Any other teacher would have probably said no after the recent events of Bakugo and Midoriya sneaking out, but after all that, your boyfriend still managed to convince All Might. He knew how to get what he wanted at all times.

Most of the time, that was achieved by excessive yelling and him trying to intimidate the other person, sometimes even setting off small explosions and threatening to kill them – which was more terrifying to anyone than only intimidating – but it always worked. Though, there were some rare exceptions. And you were one of those. 

Before you had started dating, and before you even became close friends, Bakugo used to try to get his way by yelling at you too, only to be met by a blank expression and you immediately brushing off his demands. It frustrated Bakugo to no end, to the point where he just gave up on that tactic. Asking nicely was what had worked out with you in the end, and it was what Bakugo had stuck with ever since, even though it felt humiliating - Bakugo could have walked around UA naked and he would feel the same. But if it was a way to get what he wanted, he would do it.

You got Bakugo’s attention by tugging at his shirt lightly. “Look!” Bakugo’s eyes followed the direction you pointed with your cotton candy and landed on a booth with a simple game – though what had caught your attention was not the game, but the prizes, specifically the stuffed animals. 

“Huh?” Bakugo looked back and forth between you and the booth. “You want one?” You smiled and nodded silently. A frown formed on your boyfriend’s face as he continued looking at you. “Seriously?!” “Come oooon, Katsuki!” you whined. “Please? This is a date after all!” He seemed to consider your words for a moment before he sighed. “Ugh, okay, fine.” Letting go of your hand, he approached the booth and you followed him close behind.

The game was simple: you had to throw a ball at a target to win a prize. Bakugo dug his hand into his pocket and slammed some money onto the counter. “One throw.” The man behind the counter exchanged the money with a tennis ball. Without looking at you, Bakugo yelled over his shoulder, “you want this one, right?” he pointed at a huge teddy bear dangling over the counter. “Yeah!” 

“Young man,” the guy behind the counter started, “I’m afraid you’ll need more than one thro-” “Shut the hell up!” Bakugo began cracking his knuckles while eyeing all the targets in front of him.

“I’m assuming this is the main prize and that I’d have to hit more than one target for it?” “Correc-” “Are there any other rules?” “No, there are n-”

A wide grin appeared on Bakugo’s face. “Then step back, old man.” The man looked confused but did as he was told. You took a step back as well, already covering your ears. Bakugo let his knuckles crack one more time before he winded his arm, aiming at one of the targets. Even though you were protecting your ears, the explosion that came simultaneously to Bakugo throwing the ball made you flinch a little. It was not a huge explosion, just enough to blow away every single one of the targets and to make everyone else who was around turn to face you, which might also be because Bakugo had shouted “die” while throwing.

The back of the booth had been blown away by the explosion, particles of dust and smoke as well as pieces of wood flew through the air. The older man behind the counter fell into a state of shock and was only able to nod when Bakugo pointed at the big teddy bear once again, asking if he could have it now.

“There you go.” “Thank you so much, Katsuki!” You landed a kiss on his cheek before welcoming the stuffed animal with open arms, earning a huff from Bakugo. “You jealous?” You teased with a raised eyebrow. “Tse, dream on.”

You took one last look at the hole that your boyfriend had blown into the booth before you took Bakugo’s hand once again and continued walking, the teddy bear in your arm.

You came across some more booths, bought some sweets for your friends and went on almost all of the rides together.

“There is only one ride left,” Bakugo pointed out. “Yeah.” You slowly approached the Ferris wheel that was towering over the funfair, cabins slightly shaking every once in a while, whenever an evening breeze caught them. 

“Come on, let’s go!” Bakugo started walking but was held back by you. You remained right where you were standing. “Hey! Why aren’t you coming?” Your boyfriend looked at you a little confused. “I-” you started, avoiding his eyes. “I’m not sure about this, Katsuki.” “Huh? The Ferris wheel?” You shook your head. “It’s getting late, y’know?”

Bakugo took a quick look at his phone and groaned. “Who cares if we come back a little too late, this is my date and I make the rules.” This came as a little surprise to you. Bakugo was usually the first to go to bed, at eight in the evening, and never a second too late. If someone tried to stop him, he blew them up. “Mister Aizawa might get mad at us,” you argued. “Who cares?!” Bakugo repeated, louder this time. “Let’s go, Y/N!” He made another attempt at pulling you towards the ride, but you did not budge. Your boyfriend let out another annoyed groan before he turned back to you.

He tilted his head to the side, a frown on his face. Before you knew how to interpret his expression, it changed again. This time, into a sly smirk. Bakugo knew how to win. He always knew. 

One of his hands grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer until you were only a few inches away from him. His breath fanned over your cheek as he let out a short chuckle. With his other hand, he lifted your chin, made you look into his eyes. Your heart skipped a few beats as you stood there, stunned, and surprised by your boyfriend’s sudden change in behaviour. The places where Bakugo’s fingers were touching your skin – light and gentle, like feathers – tingled pleasantly and sent signals through your veins. Your legs – no – your whole body felt like putty in this exact moment while your brain was filled with nothing but cotton candy.

“You know,” he started, voice low and quiet, “If anyone says anything about us being too late, I’ll kill them. Let’s enjoy this moment. Together. Just you and me. Come with me, Y/N. We have all the time in the world.” Heat started rising to your cheeks and you wanted to turn away in embarrassment, but all you could do was stare at him. “Take my hand,” Bakugo continued in the same tone as he took your hand in his, that had been holding your wrist just a second ago. He intertwined your fingers and took a step back, though his other hand lingered beneath your chin for one more moment before he let go.

When he started to walk again you followed him closely, legs barely working yet carrying you by themselves. Your mind was still clouded, and the state only began to fade when you sat down in one of the open cabins.

The wheel started to move not soon after and you pressed the teddy to your chest as you started to rise off the ground and into the sky. It took a while, but soon you were able to overlook the whole funfair. The farther away from the ground you rose the quieter it got, and soon the laughter and the screams were nothing more than faint sounds barely reaching you. You came to a stop exactly at the top.

“Look over there.” Bakugo nudged your side. You tore your eyes away from the ground and instead looked at what your boyfriend wanted to show you. Your eyes widened at the scene in front of you. The sky was painted in bright orange and golden colours, the clouds shone in a soft yellow. The cities and fields in the distance were bathing in the warm colours of the evening sun, like a sea purely consisting of light. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Bakugo put an arm around you without looking away from the sunset. “Yeah,” you whispered. The light was dancing on Bakugo’s face as well, making his hair appear in a rich gold. You leaned against him and rested your head on his shoulder. A kiss was pressed to your forehead and you turned your head to receive one to your lips as well. It was a sweet one that faintly tasted like cotton candy. Bakugo lingered there for a while before pulling back with a smile on his face.

The whole spectacle only lasted a few minutes before the orange was replaced by a crimson red that faded into deep blue. Slowly, the Ferris wheel began turning again.

Once you had landed back on the ground, the lights of the fair turned on one by one, blinking and flashing in the rhythms of the music that was playing.

You shivered and walked a little closer to Bakugo when you made your way across the field, past the booths, and back to UA. “You cold?” Without even waiting for a response, Bakugo put his arm around your shoulders again. It was not a lot of protection against the cold, but warmth spread through your body anyway.

“I had an amazing day,” you told him after a while. “I’m glad.” “Do you think we’ll get yelled at?” “If someone tries to, I’ll kill them.” You only chuckled and leaned in for another kiss.

[diredove]

What does Dire Crowley Dig?

Dire is older than old-fashioned, he’s ancient-fashioned, okay? As a Dire devotee, it pains me to say it but he’s 100% the type to think women’s shoulders are distracting and still believes in wearing shawls to cover your upper arms. And do you know what that means, dear reader? It means he’s repressed, repressed to the highest and most hilarious degree. This man thinks closing the door when it’s just the two of you is scandalous, if you touched his forearm he’d simply combust. 

All this to say, I have many thoughts about how Dire “omg is that an ankle” Crowley feels toward potential love interests and in the essay (this is absolutely not an essay, I am simply vibing in the thirst void this whole post) I will detail what a prude this man is.

✥ Warnings: Saucy, spicy, scandalous!! Nothing truly explicit, but everything is vaguely-pretty darn suggestive! I don’t mention gender in this, expect for women’s shoulders once, so I think it counts as gender-neutral reader!  Also, spicy does not mean satisfying, because I play too much for this to be taken seriously asdfghjkl

✥ Firstly, just because he’s a prude doesn’t mean he knows he’s a prude. In fact, Dire fancies himself something of a devil in terms of romance, he thinks he’s too bold for those timid-hearted younglings, truly!

✥ Has written many a saucy love letter in his time, the very thought of the filth he’s written makes him red in the face when he thinks about it, “I would kiss your bare knee”, “If you were at my side this night, the cold would not frighten me so”, and “My love, my body yearns only for you” are just a few of the salacious gems he’s patted himself on the back about. What a dog, eh?

✥ It’s so painfully easy to riled Dire up it’s almost not fun, you could blink at him wrong and he’d think you were a minx. Touch his hand when taking something from him? He’s already wide eyed at your confidence. Put your face close to his for any reason? Are you trying to seduce him? Or, Seven forbid, you- I can’t even say it... Put a hand on his thigh? Good job, you killed him, he’s gone. Donezo. No more birdman.

✥ The first time he sees your calves he trips over air and his mask smashes into the ground so hard it’s amazing the beak didn’t crack off. And you’re just, out! Like that! Without a care! Our poor headmaster is so flustered he has to run off into an unused classroom to hyperventilate, he’s so hot all of a sudden and his big flashy coat seems far too thick.

✥ Will actually scream/yelp out loud if you wear anything off-the-shoulder, like, clutch his chest (and pearls) and shriek. Once he realizes that no one else seems to care you’re entirely exposed, he’ll play it off like he saw a bug or something. He doesn’t care, nope, no sir, he’s not sneaking peeks behind his mask at all. Shoulder are so mundane and totally not attractive to him at all.

✥ Don’t mention collarbones. Just don’t, for his sake, don’t.

✥ If you ever manage to get his number, you’re in for a treat! He still think love letters are the way to anyone’s heart and sends you a paragraph text so long you have to scroll for 2 minutes to reach the end. He’s quite proud of himself, he’s smugly sure you’re shivering at the thought of him.

✥ His bravado is dead the moment he open the image you sent him in return. He not touching his phone for a month btw, he can’t even type his password without going red and yelling in embarrassment. It doesn’t matter if he’s alone or in front of people, if he thinks about it, he’s yelling.

✥ Goes to Crewel for help because he realizes he’s in over his head but also still wants to look cool and experienced to you. Crewel laughs at him and tells him to struggle. Dire wonders what he pays any of the teachers for.

✥ Moving past Dire’s crisis over how everyone has magically become more experienced than him, we should also talk about how proud this man is. He absolutely loves praise and likes being told in detail that he’s doing a good job. Keep it sweet and if you think you’re over doing it? Do even more, because he’s eating it up no matter how cheesy or irrelevant the praise might be. You could say he makes great omelets and he would feel like the sexiest man alive.

✥ Definitely says “making love” instead of “fucking”, and if you say fucking he’s going to correct you and/or be flustered by your vulgarity. 

✥ Has never said “dick” in his life, always always uses a euphemism. 

✥ If his partner tries to dirty talk him he’s just going to stare with his jaw on the floor and now no one gets to do anything because Dire.exe has stopped working for the rest of the night. 

✥ Just, help him. He’s stuck in the 1900s somewhere and you’re going to have to hold his hand through modern-day hook-ups, he’s lost and afraid but morbidly intrigued by everything you teach him once he gets over his pride.

This is, way messier than I intended, but I am also brainrotting and simultaneously realizing I think about Dire’s intimate life too much to be sane. At least one of these headcanons is bound to be coherent though, I hope! When I’m a better writer I’ll probably write a better worded and less goofy rendition of this haha

[wannabemobwife]

Guns, Glamour, and Goodfellas - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x reader, Parker Holland x Charlotte Owens

-Warnings: Language, Blood, Death, Fighting

-Words: 3.6K

Author note: I really love this chapter. I love all the comments and would appreciate nice constructive criticism (please don't butcher my work lol) if you want. Feel free to leave in the comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter :))

Chapter 3: A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

Word: 3.6K

“Haz are you okay mate?” Tom asked, seeing Haz freak out, they were about to land at Heathrow, on their way back from Dublin.

“No, I just heard from my neighbor that Henry never came home last night. With everything that happened yesterday, I’m just worried. I hope he is not lying in a ditch somewhere.” Harrison explained.

“He probably crashed at ours, everything will be ok.” You said as you comforted Haz. Oh boy, were you wrong.

Back at home, Parker awoke to his impending death once you and Tom, his parents’, find out what happened to their beautiful mansion. One party did all this damage. The curtains were torn down, there was red party cups everywhere and all the liquor bottles were displayed on the table. One amazingly epic party did all that.

“Bloody hell! That’s it I’m dead. I’m dead. I will never be allowed to leave this house ever again.” Parker said to himself. Picking up his phone he noticed 4 missed calls from you. Each one had a message and if there was one thing he knew about you is that you only left more harsh and frantic voice messages the more you called.

He only played the most recent one, you sounded really peeved “PARKER JACKSON HOLLAND! Please call me, I’m worried about you. I can’t get in touch with the staff either. I will be home in 20 mins, you better have a good fucking explanation for everything.” Parker’s eyes nearly flew out of his head when he saw that was sent 15 mins ago. Any moment now he would hear the Rolls pulling into the driveway.

The poor kid could only move so fast, he quickly gathered the liquor bottles and threw them into a plastic trash bag along with all the red solo cups that seem to be multiplying. All the meanwhile corralling all the squatters, from last night, who crashed there. He found some people by the pool and others passed out in the dining room. Running like a madman through the house, he caught a glimpse of what would be the reason for his demise. The door to Tom’s office was open. He swore to god he locked it, someone must’ve broken in. They could’ve taken anything, all the information about the mob was stored in that one tastefully decorated room. Parker quickly shut the door and hoped nothing would happen, he couldn’t live with himself if this one stupid party cost his family their livelihood.

“Rosie? Henry? Where are you guys? Mum and dad will be home any minute, I need your help.” Parker called out throughout the house. He didn’t expect Rosie to show up because of their fight last night, but where the fuck was Henry.

You and Tom pulled up along with Harrison in the black Rolls Royce, coming to a screeching halt. You all walked along the cobble stone path to the two large, intimidating front doors. You all simultaneously freaked out when you saw the door was ajar. Tom and Haz pulled out their guns and made it a priority to keep you safe by shoving you behind them. You all had no idea what you could be walking into.

Tom whispered to Haz to split up, Haz took the East Wing while Tom checked the main rooms. Rounding the corner he could her footsteps.

“Darling, stay behind me. I don’t want you getting hurt,” Tom whispered and you nodded in response.

“On the count of 3. 1, 2, 3,” Tom screamed as he jumped out, holding his gun straight ahead. He found his son disheveled, carrying grocery bags filled with empty beer cans and liquor bottles.

“DON’T SHOOT! DON’T SHOOT! Holy fuck! Dad is that you?” Parker screamed, dropping the bags to the ground, glass shattering and raising his hand up in innocence. Scared for his life her quickly caught his breath when he realized who it was.

“Parker, what the hell? Why the fuck was the door opened…. wait? Did you have a party!?!” Tom thundered as he realized what his son did. His voice gradually growing more furious. Parker just stood there with a shameful look on his face.

“Mum, dad. How was Dublin?” Parker sneaked to quickly change the subject.

“Don’t try to get out this, explain now!” You scolded, just as furious as Tom

“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it, I just needed to blow off steam.” “What the fuck do you think a sorry is going to do? I run a fucking mob, Parker. Are you a fucking idiot? Parker, for fucks sake, anyone could have stolen some information from my office or gotten into the gun room. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I’m not that much of a div, I locked your office and I don’t know,” Parker explained.

“You’re not as dumb as I thought. Hope you were smart enough to lock the liquor cellar too,” Tom concluded.

“Yeah…about that,” Parker mumbled as Tom ran off to his liquor room. A loud clash and curse sounded throughout the house when he laid his eyes on his ransacked priceless collection.

“Mum, say something?” Parker pleaded with you as you just stood there in silence.

“2 months. You’re grounded for 2 months. No dates or parties, just school and home. I don’t think you understand how lucky you are that nothing serious happened here.” You said, your voice drenched with disappointment. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about what dad and you asked me and —” Parker whispered as he was soon cut off by Haz walking in.

“Did you find Henry?” Haz interrupted.

“No, I’m going to check upstairs. Will you check on Tom?” Harrison nodded as you ascended the staircase. Making your way through the halls, coming upon Rosie’s room.

“Roo, honey you awake?” You said walking into Rosie’s room

“AHHHH! Oh my fucking god! Rosie!” You screamed at the sight in front of you. Your sweet, slightly bad tempered daughter asleep with a boy in her bed.

“Darling? You alright?” Tom yelled from downstairs after hearing your scream.

“Mum, what are you doing here?” Rosie exclaimed frantically.

“Hi, Y/N.” Henry whispered, praying he wasn’t going to be berated. You were a mother figure to him after his own mother left his father and never looked back. “This is my house and hi Henry. What the fuck is Henry doing here in you bed? What the fuck are you doing here?” You questioned bouncing between the two of them to get some answers.

“I can explain. But, firstly are you gonna tell dad?” Rosie inquired.

“The fact that he is already fuming downstairs, no. Not right now. And please explain, you have 5 seconds, but first you need to get Henry out of here.”

“Thank you mom, I just don’t —.“

“Ehh, eh, eh! Shut it, I’ll deal with you later,” you barked.

“Henry, I suggest you take the window and your dad is looking for you,” you said.

“Shit! Thanks Y/N… I mean Mrs. Holland” Henry said as you shot him a glare.

The moment Henry was in the clear, Tom barged in with his gun in hand. Someone needs to tell this man to put it down. All morning he has been traumatically scarring his kids for life, first with Parker and now Rosie.

“What? Is everyone all right? I heard a scream.” Tom exclaimed out of breath.

“Umm, yeah. I just saw a spider.” You stuttered.

“Oh love, you can kill a man in cold blood but can’t handle an itty bitty spider,” Tom joked as he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“You're afraid of them too, Thomas.” You quipped with a side eye. If looks could kill, yours definitely would.

“And for you missy, you’re grounded along with your brother.” Tom said, looking down on Rosie. “Me? What did I do?” Rosie asked in a high pitched voice. “You attended this party correct? And since this is also your house, you threw it by association. Am I right?” Tom inquired.

“I guess so,” Rosie huffed.

The twin’s exile was worse than they prepared for. Not only were they responsible for cleaning up the entire mess but they were given a list of chores to complete. This was no ordinary list. It was devised by you and Tom along with inputs from the maids and capos.

On it read:

Wash the Rolls

Clean the guns

Reorganize the pantry

Mow the lawn

Re-order all stolen liquor and stock the liquor room

Drain the pool, clean the pool, fill the pool back up again…

The list was never-ending. Each task more pointless than the next. It went on forever. The household staff was happy for their load was to be lessen for a couple weeks, unlike the kids. Harrison even forced Henry to partake in the chores.

The kids were only a couple days into their quarantine and were already going stir crazy. Parker was having withdrawals from Charlotte, missing her even more. The boy was whipped for her, really smitten. They would talk the night away. Some nights never getting any shut eye as their conversations would prolong hours.

Parker couldn’t believe this was where he was now. One night of unadulterated juvenile fun equated to 2 months of misery. Today was Charlotte’s birthday and he was supposed to take her to the London Eye on a surprise birthday trip, but all his plans were ruined the moment his parents came home and grounded his sorry ass.

“I can’t believe your parents grounded you. Assholes.” Charlotte said over the phone, fuming he couldn’t celebrate with her.

“I can’t go babe. I really wish I could but I’m grounded for life remember.” Parker said, the cold shoulder Tom and you had been giving him was killing him.

“Parker its my birthday. You have to come,” Charlotte pleaded

“There’s no chance in hell I’m allowed to leave.”

“Geez you just threw a party, it’s not like you killed someone,” Charlotte added. He might as well have. If he killed someone he wouldn’t be burdened with this punishment, probably praised instead, carrying on the family tradition.

“Just sneak out. Come on, we are all going to this nightclub downtown. It’s gonna be awesome. And I’m such a good girlfriend, I can’t let you miss it.” Charlotte pleaded.

“Alright, Char you wore me down.”

“I knew it. Pick you up at 11 tonight.”

“Park around the block, I’m going to have to climb out my window. Remember my house is like a fortress.” Parker said. He wasn’t lying.

Meanwhile, Tom was in and out of meetings in his office all day. He received one odd phone call in particular from his dad, Dominic Holland. “Hi dad, how are you” Tom said as he picked up the phone.

“I’m fine son, so how did the talk with Parker go. I’m excited to teach him all my mobster tricks,” Dom exclaimed. “Actually dad, he reacted like I did.”

“Oh well, he will come around just like you did” Dom said encouragingly.

“I don’t know if he will. Anyway it wouldn’t be so bad if he had his own path in life.” Tom murmured trying to stick up for his son’s decision.

“Tom, you know what will happen to this family if that happens,” Dom yelled.

“I know dad. I just don’t want him to feel trapped, like you did to me,” Tom exclaimed growing more annoyed by the minute.

“What I did to you got you to where you are today. Your life is thanks to me son and don’t you forget it,” Dom said with a stern, menacing voice.

“Understood sir,” Tom quipped. “Maybe Parker needs a push, in the right direction.” “Dad, I swear to god, don’t fucking do anything. Y/N and I are handling this” Tom yelled. “We’ll see how that turns out” Dom ended the phone call. Leaving Tom frustrated that his father sees him as his own puppet.

The night soon fell and Parker’s plan had been put into motion. He bribed a few of the Tom’s men with his allowance to let him sneak past. He jumped out the window, carefully walked on the roof as to not slip and make any noise. Finally on the ground, he scaled the iron fence to be met with Charlotte’s ice blue eyes. She was dressed in a pink party dress that hugged her figure perfectly.

“Wow princess, you look *chef’s kiss. Happy birthday baby,” Parker said while making his way back to the ground.

“Thanks doll. Now come on, before someone catches us,” she yelled whilst hopping into her silver Mercedes.

Arriving at the nightclub, everything was in full swing for 11 o’clock at night. Parker, Charlotte and her other friends were treated like royalty the moment Parker let his name slip.

“Right this way Mr. Holland and I will have someone bring you a bottle of champagne, on the house of course,” the hostess said as she sat them at their table.

“Oooo fancy, you should drop your name more often,” Charlotte whispered in Parker’s ear.

“Oh it was nothing, love.” Parker said while pouring himself and Charlotte a glass of bubbly. “Seriously Parker, how’d you do this? If I didn’t know any better I’d say your dad owned the club or something,” Charlotte said dumbfounded, causing Parker to choke on his champagne at her remark.

It was amazing what power could do. Having enough power to make your enemies disappear was unimaginable. Parker knew what turning down his father meant. He would have the name and the look of a Holland, but he wouldn’t be one anymore.

How could he give all that up. He enjoyed his cushy lifestyle. Sure it was day after day of worrying about your image but, he felt as though he belonged in that world. How could he go on being a kid for two more years knowing there was a metaphorical expiration date on his life.

He desperately wanted to want to be like them, his family. You, his mother, are the strongest person he knows. Having you in his life keeps him grounded, literally at the moment. Also his dad, Tom is a very loving and amazing father. He was there at all the football games (English football) cheering him on and at the spelling bees, also when he felt his first heartbreak, Tom was there.

Family has been the one constant in his life. Now it was being eclipsed by power, a power that could ruin lives or affect change. Turning his back on his family means they would never get see his future.

No one would be there at his graduation from college or when he first child was born, only Charlotte would be there. The girl he hoped to marry and have his kids. He couldn’t give up his future with her, no way. Parker eyes glanced at her, mesmerized by her beauty. He thought to himself, “This was it. This, she is all I’ll ever need, my princess.”

Most of Parker’s pet names for Charlotte were derived from Tom. He had heard his dad refer to his mother as: princess, queen, doll, darling, love. The list goes on. As long as Parker had his princess he knew he would be ok.

They danced the night away. Song after song. Feeling like the only two people in the room. Getting more drunk as the night progressed and other guests started to fizzle out. Leaving Charlotte and Parker alone on the dance floor.

“Char, I think it’s about time we head home. We are the only people left,”

Parker chuckled.

“Just two more songs please,” she muttered with her head nuzzled by his neck.

“It’s two hours til sunrise!” Parker exclaimed.

“Just a little while longer, I don’t want this moment to end.” “Me neither baby, I want to stay in your arms forever” Parker said. In a moment of love, coupled with champagne and a few tequila shots, Parker whispered, “We should get married.”

“What? Are you serious? Do you mean now or in like 5 years?” Charlotte asked as her voice slowly diminished

“Umm… yes and now. I love you,” Parker murmured. “YES! I will marry you!” Charlotte exclaimed pulling her boyfriend into a deep, passionate kiss. Parker’s dream was coming true and all he had to do was leave his family.

Just then a group of tall, stocky men, all dressed in black, funneled through the door of the club. They didn’t bother with sitting down, they just stood there blocking the only exit.

One of the men spoke up, “Parker Holland? I have a message for you.”

“Can’t it wait til morning, just tell him I’m sorry and he can ground me even longer,” Parker replied thinking the message was from Tom.

“It’s not that kind of message,” all the noise drifted away as the other man drew his gun. Both Charlotte and Parker grew tense at the sight of his pistol.

“Charlotte, get behind me,” Parker whispered, scared for both their lives.

“Boy, it’s not from your daddy,” said the leader of the men. “Do you know who my father is? He will have all of your heads if you so as much lay a finger on me,” Parker responded

“So the girl is up for grabs?” “Charlotte, RUN!” Parker Screamed

“Eh, not so fast. I’m going to enjoy this one.” The guy said, seizing Charlotte in his grip and motioning for this associates to grab Parker. Two arms holding Parker back from protecting Charlotte.

“LET GO OF ME! CHARLOTTE!”

“Why you hanging out this rift raft? I’m sorry but he needs to atone for his mistakes.” “Parker..” Charlotte whimpered.

“Such a pretty girl and such a waste” the man snickered as he pressed the gun into her abdomen. Tears slipped down her face as she felt the cool metal against her.

BANG

It was the shot heard round the room. Everything stood quiet as Charlotte collapsed to the floor. The leader of the men shouted he need a drink. “NOOOOO! ” Parker screamed as he was let go and raced to Charlotte’s side

“Hey, hey, baby look at me. Look at me,” Parker said as tears flooded down his face.

“I’m sorry, we should’ve left.” Charlotte whispered with labored breaths while blood poured out of her wound. “Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Parker cried while rubbing his thumb on her cheek. Blood pooled around them and he could only be focused on one thing, the love of his life dying in his arms. “Parker, it hurts so much,” Charlotte cried. The pain was mind-numbing. Threatening the life inside her.

“I know, love. Just keep your eyes on me love, keep’em open”

“I’m so tired Parker… I want my last words to you to be I love you. I love you ok? So much.” she whispered, then broke into a coughing fit. Blood filling her mouth and running down her chin, scaring Parker.

“Don’t, don’t fucking start that now you, hear me. You’re gonna be fine, we’re gonna get married and have kids and grow old together,” Parker exclaimed as her eyes threatened to shut.

“You said yes, Char. You have to be okay. You said yes. I asked you to marry me and you said yes.” Parker cried as tears refused to stop coming. Charlotte’s eyes growing more and more to a close.

“Please, don’t leave me baby. Charlotte don’t leave me. Don’t fucking close your eyes. You hear me. Don’t.” And with that, the hand Parker held so close to his heart was limp. Her eyes had closed and heart stopped beating. She was gone.

“No! No, no no, hey hey hey, come on, come on baby stay with me. Stay with me please.”

“Wake up, darling. Please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just come back to me baby. , I need you,” Parker whimpered. He burst into a fit of sobs and hugged her close to his body, not wanting to let her go because then it all became real.

The woman who changed his life, no longer walked this earth. The love of his life was gone. All the bubbling life inside of her, vanished like it had never existed in the first place. Parker’s demeanor flipped like a switch. His sadness became infused with anger, he was out for blood.

“You bastards! Why did you do that? She had nothing to do with this?” Parker thundered as blood coated his knuckles. “I’m sorry kid, but it had to be done” The leader spoke.

In a fit of rage, Parker grabbed the empty champagne bottle and smashed it over one of the guy’s heads, knocking the muscular guy unconscious.

“Big mistake, kid. Thought you were smarter than that.” The leader said as he stood in front of Parker and delivered him a swift punch to the jaw, flooring Parker.

“She really wasn’t enough of a message? Want her death to be in vain?” He spat as he kicked Parker in the stomach.

Several kicks followed, two more to the stomach, one to the groin and one final blow to the head, demobilizing Parker. He laid on the ground coughing up blood, trying to gather enough strength to get home.

He looked once more over to the girl he had loved, lifeless with a whole in stomach, knowing if it weren’t for him she would still be alive. Charlotte was the only thing on his mind as he succumbed to all the pain and everything faded to darkness.

Guns, Glamour, and Goodfellas Series Masterlist

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The Soft Soldier

@kaithezaftig hope this is ok!

Bucky kept many parts of his life hidden from different people. Except for you, his wife. You knew of his past and the reputation he upheld around his coworkers and even friends. Everyone knew Bucky as a pretty intimidating and serious man. And he liked to keep it that way. He liked that he could keep a certain part of his life to himself. It made him secure somehow. The only other person who knew of almost every aspect of his life was Steve of course. And Steve always kept things confidential with everyone else.

The team wasn’t exactly afraid of Bucky, they just found him pretty intimidating. Of course, he wouldn’t treat them unfairly, he’d use his manners and treated people accordingly. But he’d always give off this serious and distant vibe. No one would question it though, because they knew what he’d been through.

They also knew he was married. They have met you many times, but they never questioned anything of your relationship since they knew Bucky was sensitive about sharing stuff about his family. Either way, the team, especially Sam, Clint, and Tony, would love to tease him about his so called “tough guy act”. Sam secretly assumed that Bucky wasn’t always intimidating and brooding, which is why he liked to tease him. And the fact that Bucky never denied it, instead just rolling and eyes and grunting, only confirmed his theory further.

Tony also thought that Bucky acted differently when he came to the compound and when he went home. He could tell by the type of bubbly person you, and your kids were. But he decides to leave it alone for his sake. Bucky also knew that the team had the same idea but either way, he didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of telling them directly.

“Come on, Barnes, lighten up a bit! Stop looking so dark and brooding.” Sam teased as Bucky passed by the hallway to assist Steve in the conference room to discuss the mission coming up in a few weeks. Bucky only grumbled and kept walking, leaving Sam to smirk. He couldn’t wait to get home to his girls.

“You know, you are allowed to smile, right Buck?” Steve chuckled when he noticed his almost annoyed expression. Bucky only rolled his eyes and continued to discuss further details of the mission. 

“I just wanna go home already. I’m tired.” He mumbled. Steve nodded, and continued on with the details.

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“Come on, girls! you’re daddy’s gonna be home in a few, pick up your toys from the living room so daddy can come home to a clean house and relax.” You said, calling out for your twin girls, Rebecca and Lorelei. You smiled as you heard their little feet pound on the floor all the way to the living room to clean up. Lorelei ran up to you and put her hands on her hips and leaned a bit to the side; exactly what you do to Bucky when you get sassy. 

“Daddy can’t relax mom. He’s joining us for a tea party.” She ground out. You sighed, shaking your head fondly at her before turning back around to keep cleaning the counter. 

“Okay then, but daddy’s gonna come home and he’s gonna be real tired since he’s been working all day. So when he comes home, do you think you can give him 10 minutes to rest a bit?” You asked.

Lorelei groaned dramatically before giving in.”Fiiine. Just 10 minutes ok?” You hummed in agreement before the sound of the keys in the door caught your attention. The twins gasped before running towards the door. “DADDYYY!”

The door opened and Bucky walked in, immediately tackled by his two daughters. He smiled widely as he hugged them both and oicked them up, holding one in each arm. “Hey! How have my girls been? Did they behave?” He asked, the girls immediately going on about how their day was. 

You smiled as you walked towards him, watching him put the girls down and leaning down a bit to give you a quick kiss. “And how are you, doll?” He chuckled with a lopsided grin on his face.

“I’m good. How was work?” You asked, running a quick hand through his hair. He let out a deep sigh as he straightened his back.

“Stressful.” He sighed.”But I’m glad to be home.” You smiled and rubbed his back comfortingly. 

“The team still messing with you? Teasing you about your tough guy act?” You smirked, giggling when you saw him roll his eyes.

“They never stopped. And I don’t get the big deal about it.” He grumbled, making you chuckle.

“I think it’s cute.” You hummed. Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes. “I mean, I think it’s cute that you act all tough and intimidating around people and then come home and suddenly you’re my Bucky Boo Bear.” You teased. Bucky gave you a pointed glare making you giggle.

Right then, Rebecca and Lorelei began to jump around and pull at Bucky’s arms. “Come on, daddy you’re gonna be late to the tea party!” They said in unison. 

“Girls, I told you to give your dad 10 minutes to rest.” You said, raising your eyebrows at them. Bucky chuckled and nodded assuringly at you.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind, I’m not as tired as usual.” He smiled, following the girls to their room to start the party. You smiled and began making dinner for the four of you, plugging in your earbuds and turning on spotify.

“Okay daddy, you know the drill.” Lorelei said, waving her hand around like a little boss. Bucky hummed and nodded before taking the tutu Rebecca was handing him, and throwing in on on top of his pants. He then sat down on the small chair at their play table, leaning most of his weight on his legs and knees as to not break the chair. Rebecca then approached him a pink sparkly tiara. Bucky bowed his head to allow her to crown him and he smiled widely, grabbing his tea cup from the table. 

“Shall we commence?” He asked, using a horrible fancy accent. The girls nodded before sitting down and raising their tea cup.

“We shall.” They said. “Pinkies up!” Rebecca said, the three of them simultaneously sticking out their pinkies. 

You were halfway done with dinner so you decided to check up on Bucky and the girls. Sometimes they forget that Bucky is a human being and he can get tired and so he sometimes needs your  help to get a break. You peeked through the slightly open door of the twin’s bedroom and smiled fondly at the sight. Rebecca was wrapping Bucky up in a blue feather scarf and Lorelei was pouring them all some invisible tea.

“Would you like the sugar cubes, or the sugar free one?” Lorelei asked her dad, you pretended to think.

“I’m kinda on a diet, so i better stick with the sugar free sugar cubes. Thank you.” He smiled as she nodded and pretended to pour the sugar in. You internally cooed and pulled out your phone to record the event. Your phone was already full of videos of him and the girls, but what’s another video gonna hurt? You began to record them and smiled.

“You’re lookin’ good, daddy!” Rebecca quipped, also mimicking what you’d always tell Bucky. Bucky gasped and looked hurt.

“What do you mean I just look good? Am I not beautiful? huh?” He asked, poking around her belly, smiling when she squealed loudly and squirmed around. He decided to grab her and sit her on his lap and continue to dig his fingers gently into her belly. “Are you gonna tell me I’m beautiful yet?” He teased, smiling and letting her go when she spat out giggly apologies. 

“Enough horsing around! Drink your tea!” Lorelei scolded, pointing a finger at the two. You chuckled and stopped recording, you didn’t wanna get caught.

“Uh oh. Someone has an attitude!” Bucky chuckled before reaching over and snatching her off the chair and tickling her ribs. “Looks like someone needs some tickles to get that funky attitude out.” He chuckled, pausing his attack when he finally noticed you peeking in the doorway. He noticed your phone in your hand as his jaw dropped and as he glared at you playfully. “Were you recording?” He asked. You tucked your phone in your pocket and giggled nervously. “You did!” He gasped, standing up and ripping the tiara off him before running after you. 

You squealed and took off to your bedroom, trying to get there fast enough so you could lock yourself in there. “Show me the video y/n!” He laughed as he was gaining on you. You only giggled and yelped when his hand blocked you from closing the door on him. He immediately scooped you up and carried you to your shared bed, “I guess everyone needs a visit from the tickle  monster today!” He sighed, throwing you on the bed making your laughter sound more nervous.

“Nohoho! I don’t need a visit!” You giggled, trying to scoot away from him but he grabbed your legs to keep you in place.

“Are you gonna show me the video?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“No.” You scoffed sassily, probably not the best move right now.

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckled, before attacking your ribs and belly. You squealed, arching your back and giggling hysterically. He tried to reach under you to grab the phone out of your back pocket but you’d always squeal and turn on your side, preventing him from grabbing it. He groaned before squeezing your thighs and right above your knees, making you throw your head back in ticklish agony and kick out your legs. “You can make this stop by showing me the video..” He sang, scoffing when you shook your head stubbornly. “Fine, have it your way.” He sighed, digging his thumbs into your hipbones.

You let out a scream before flailing around as much as you could. Bucky chuckled and kept this up for a bit longer until you finally gave in. “OKAHAHAY! OKAY JUST STOHOHOP!” You yelled, slapping at his hands.

Bucky smiled. “Does that mean you’ll show me the video?” He teased. You nodded frantically, panting when he finally let go and stood up with his hands on his hips, looking at you expectantly. You sat up with a sigh and took out your phone and showed him the video.

He shook his head at the video with a smile on his face before handing the phone back to you. “Do not show this to anyone, ok?” He said. You playfully rolled your eyes and sighed dramatically.

“Yes, Bucky, your alter ego “The Bucky Boo Bear” is safe and secure within this household.” You teased, pinching his cheek and giggling when he rolled his eyes. “I mean, it’s not like I was planning on sending it to team or anything..” You smirked, shrugging it off. Bucky stiffened and poked your belly on last time, making you flinch.

“You better not.” He chuckled. You laughed and bent down to give him a quick kiss.

“Relax. I’m not gonna do it.” You waved dismissively, smiling at the thought of the teams reaction if you had sent it to them. They probably wouldn’t have even been that surprised!

I don’t know how to end this so....... the end

[krreader]

BTS scenario → them cheating with your best friend.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: cheating ; language  genre: angst word count: 1.8k+

a/n: so, I contemplated a long time on how I wanted to do this. part of me wanted to go all in and re-write the entire idea so that your best friend wouldn’t cheat, but then I ended up settling for different scenarios with each member that revolve around the topic of cheating with your best friend, because I know, technically these things COULD happen. So I hope you like what it ended up turning into love!!!

kim seokjin

How could she have been so fake? How could she have told you all those things in the past that you’d surely marry Seokjin and that it was obvious that you two were destined to be together and yet do this to you?

And how could he, the one you trusted the most, how could he betray you like this, take out your heart and stomp on it like it was nothing? Like you were nothing?

There were so many thoughts rushing through your brain the moment you set foot in his bedroom and saw what was going on that it was hard to pinpoint one exact emotion.

Anger, sadness, confusion, betrayal..

..it all swirled around in your head.

At least until Jin’s hands touched your arms.

And then all of a sudden it was gone and you snapped out of it, immediately pushing him away from you.

“(Y/N)..-“

But you didn’t say a word.

You just turned around, walked out of the apartment and out of his life. All calls from him and her were left unanswered, all voice messages were deleted and all text messages ended up never going through because you blocked them.

It’s hard, seeing something like this. But what was even harder were the years that followed.

The years of you never trusting anyone again because of what they’ve done to you.

min yoongi

Yoongi had been acting weird for a while now, but whenever you’d ask him about it, he’d just brush it off.

You thought maybe he had a lot to deal with at work, but usually he told you about that. Same goes for when he was having an argument with another member, he always came to you to talk about it.

It was as if he reverted back to his old self when you first started dating and he wasn’t sure just how much of himself and his thoughts, fears and wishes he could share with you. It took years for him to fully open up to you.. which is what made this even more frustrating.

“Okay, that’s it,” you said one night when he just silently got into bed and pulled the blanket over his body to go to sleep, “Whatever your problem is, tell me now. I’m tired of this, Yoongi.”

But he couldn’t tell you, he was way too ashamed of himself to even say it out loud to himself.

His phone rang and you really didn’t mean to check who it was or what it was about, but you were so angry when he decided that checking his phone in the middle of this argument was more important than you that you picked it up.

And well.. you ended up reading the message.

“You’re the biggest fucking asshole on this planet, Min Yoongi. I would have given you the chance to tell me that you were drunk, but that’s it. If you truly thought that I’d just throw away my best friend like she’s trash to fuck you, you’re dead wrong.”

Yoongi tried to explain it, but it was as if you couldn’t hear anything anymore. Your eyes kept reading the words over and over again, being so heartbroken over them, while at the same time being so thankful for your best friend that she’d not betray you, but stick with and up for you.

It was an emotional rollercoaster that you truly couldn’t deal with in that moment.

So you just left..

..and never came back again.

jung hoseok

“What the hell is going on here?!” you walked into the kitchen with Jimin behind you, his eyebrows as furrowed as yours.

This was supposed to be a fun “house party”, but what you saw right now didn’t look like fun at all.

Hoseok was holding his cheek and your best friend was breathing heavily.

“Yes, Hoseok? Why don’t you tell her what the hell is going on, huh?”

“(Y/N), it’s not..-“

“He tried to kiss me, that’s what’s going on!”

You started to laugh, thinking this might have been a joke, but Hoseok looked.. guilty. So guilty that you knew she was telling the truth.

“What?” your voice was small, barely audible and tears were already forming in your eyes at the mere thought that Hoseok was trying to cheat on you while you were only a few feet away.. with none other than your friend. Your best friend!

But she instantly put an arm around you, pointing at Hoseok and looking him dead in the eye, “You’re an asshole, Jung Hoseok. You don’t deserve her, you understand? Stay away from her and stay away from me!”

You left with her that night and only returned a week later to talk to him.

One final conversation, that’s what it ended up being, because he admitted to what he had nearly done.

And no matter who he was, no matter how much you loved him and how much that part of you wanted to forgive him, you wouldn’t be with someone that tried to kiss someone else.

You were better than that.

kim namjoon

“Sit,” Namjoon ordered, making you giggle, thinking that this might be something sexual. But his look was serious. So serious that that smile ended up vanishing from your face.

“Okay, now you’re scaring me.. what is it?”

“I didn’t know how I should tell, but it’s not fair of me to keep it a secret what I’m about to say,” he took a deep breath, then began, “Three months ago, (Y/B/F) sent me a nude out of the blue. I thought she might have been drunk or maybe had sent it to the wrong person, so I never replied to it and she didn’t say anything else either. After that, I was actually convinced that it had been a mistake. But two weeks ago I got another one and then an hour later another one. She said really sexual things that I’m not going to tell you because you don’t need to hear, but she’s been constantly sending me these things, despite me telling her to stop.”

Your jaw dropped more and more, then you started to snort, “Okay, ha ha. Very funny, good story. Is she here? Is this a prank? A video prank?”

“It’s not a prank and it’s not a joke, (Y/N),” Namjoon grabbed your hand and looked into your eyes, “I’m telling you this because this is not a best friend. I know she means the world to you, but this isn’t okay and you need to cut her as soon as possible. And if you don’t believe me..-“ Namjoon handed you the phone, “Then look for yourself.”

And then he left you to it, because he felt like whatever happened next, you would need a moment to breathe and think. If you truly decided to read the messages and would see the filthy stuff that your best had messaged him while probably simultaneously messaging you and pretending to be the friend that you were to her..

Namjoon just let out a sigh when he could hear you screaming at her on the phone five minutes later.

park jimin

Your best friend had always been the kind of girl to preach to you how wrong it was to take the man of your best friend (or the man of anyone, really).

But apparently, when your man was Park Jimin, there seemed to be an exception.

“You have five seconds to explain this to me, Jimin, or I swear to god I will leave this apartment and never come back.”

“Look at the messages! Read them!” Jimin yelled, tears already welling up in his eyes, “She always said these things, I never said anything like that back! I kept telling her that she shouldn’t say stuff like that because you’re her best friend and I’m with you, but she wouldn’t stop!”

A part of you wanted to believe him, but in your current state it just sounded like an excuse to you.

You still left that day, needing to gather your thoughts, but Jimin kept calling and showing up at your door to try and explain to you that this wasn’t what you thought it was.

Yes, he should have told you about what your ‘best friend’ was doing behind your back, but he was afraid.. afraid how it’d look.

However, it couldn’t have looked worse than it did now if he had just come clean.

Because now it looked like he had tried to hide it from you because he was a part of this.. affair.

kim taehyung

This was really unusual for Taehyung, there used to be days where he could barely go five hours without talking or seeing you.. but it’s been three weeks, almost four since he last called or showed up at your doorstep. True, the last months had been rocky in your relationship, stress and arguments clouded the happiness that you once cherished so much.. but even during bad times like this, he still at least.. called.

You still texted, but that was different..

So instead of waiting for him to make a move, you decided to simply surprise him at the dorms, with a bit of food and the biggest smile ever at the thought of finally seeing him again.

But it wasn’t at all how you imagined it.

“No,” was the first thing Namjoon said when he opened the door, then closed it behind him, “You don’t want to go inside there right now.”

“What?” you snorted, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I’m not letting him do any more damage. This has already gone too far and you are not going to see what’s inside there.”

“You’re scaring me, Namjoon,” you furrowed your eyebrows, “Is he okay?”

Namjoon knew there was no easy way to tell you that Taehyung had an affair and it was even harder to tell you who dared to show up at the apartment today.

Every single Bangtan member lost their shit over how casual he was about it, they yelled at him, then threw out your best friend and told her that if she said only one thing to anybody, they’d make sure they’d sue her.. for.. something.

And Namjoon hated how you broke down in his arms, but he’d rather hold you like this than you break apart in front of him.

jeon jeongguk

“What are you doing?” you asked as you wrapped your arms around Jeongguk from behind and kissed his cheek.

“I’m playing with (Y/B/F).”

“Oh.. you two play a lot with each other these days.. I’m glad you get along so well.”

It was kind of sad how naive you were, but at the same time.. shouldn’t you be? Shouldn’t you completely trust your boyfriend anyways, but even more so with your best friend involved? Why should you worry when it were the two people you trusted the most?

It was only a few weeks later when Jeongguk went into the kitchen to make something to eat but didn’t close his laptop that you walked closer when a message came in. You did so with a smile when you saw her name, thinking that you could maybe joke around and pretend like you were Jeongguk or be like: “Nope, not Jeongguk, just your best friend in the world.”

But that never happened.

“I don’t know, Kookie..” came the first message that made you furrow your eyebrows. Since when did she call him Kookie? “I don’t feel comfortable meeting behind her back.. and I appreciate all the sweet things you’ve been telling me, but I feel like this is very wrong..”

And after that it was game over.

Because you scrolled up, and up, and up and read all the things he’s been telling her. How pretty she was, how talented and how smart she was and that he couldn’t wait for you to bring her over soon so he could see her..

“So.. I didn’t know which ramen you wanted, so I just..-“ but when he entered his bedroom fifteen minutes later, the room was empty, the closet open and most of your clothes gone.. it looked like you had left in a hurry.

Jeongguk immediately started to panic and the first place he looked was his computer and he knew you had seen it.

And you didn’t have to say it.. but he knew it was over..

[mayraki]

                             CHAPTER SIX

“obx summer movie night”

CHAPTER FIVE

SERIES MASTERLIST

MY MASTERLIST 

summary: Max Belinsky and JJ Maybank are the two troublemakers of Outer Banks. Going to parties, getting into trouble, having an attitude and being the two people you don’t mess with are the perfect ways to describe them. What would happen when the two people who seem to have trouble follow them around meet? One thing is fore sure, they didn’t expect this outcome.

“Finally, finally, finally!” Max yelled once she was inside her house after finishing her community service hours. She let her body fall into the couch and she closed her eyes, enjoying her first moment of silence of the day. But that lovely moment was interrupted by Fred walking quickly to the kitchen.

“Cody! I told you to do the dishes yesterday!”

“I was about to do them!” Cody screamed from his room.

“Ah, how coincidental, I told you and you were about to do them while you are reading an old comic book, c’mon!”

Max covered her face frustrated and let out a big sigh trying to ignore all the screaming, but when Cody walked into the living room she moved her hand from her face and looked at her little brother.

“See?!” He pointed at himself when Fred walked into the living room. “I’m here, I’m going to do them right now.”

“Max, don’t be so lazy and help your brother.” Fred pushed Max’s legs out of the couch and she opened her mouth offended.

“Lazy?!” She quickly sat down. “I’ve been working and doing community service all day! What are you talking about?”

“Community service is on you, so don’t complain. Besides, I heard you come home so late yesterday, where were you?” Max furrowed her eyebrows confused. She remember vividly that she climbed her window, and didn’t go throw the front door. Fred noticed and lifted and eyebrow. “Really? You think I don’t notice when you leave from your window? That used to be my room, I know every single little noise that window makes.”

“Wow... Fred, did you sneak out when you were my age? Who could have seen it coming? Because, not me!” Fred pushed Max into the couch and her back hit the back of the couch while she let out a loud laugh. “Fred Belinsky; the wild child!” Max yelled and then made crowd noises.

“Stop it, Max!” Fred said but a little laugh escaped his mouth.

“Here we have: the life of the party! The boy that every parent is afraid their daughters will take home! The bad boy! Fred Belinsky!” Max walked closer to Fred and started to clap while still making crowd noises with her mouth. Cody appeared on the kitchen and joined her, clapping even faster and making girly noises.

“Is that Fred Belinsky? Oh. My. God.” Cody said with a high pitch voice. Fred was trying to not let a big smile escape his mouth while his two little siblings were moving and clapping around him.

“Stop it with the games, guys!” He tried to sound serious but he couldn’t help it, a big smile appeared on his face.

“Oh, his smiling! My heart can’t take it!” Max said while touching her chest and falling to the floor pretending to faint. Cody did the same and fell into the floor, next to Max, while his tongue was sticking out from his mouth.

“Are you two done?” Fred said and Max opened her eyes. “I need you to take the car to the workshop.”

“Damn, taugh audience.” She said and then sat down on the floor. “Why?”

“It’s doing a weird noise, I don’t know, just to check it. We can’t afford to be out a personal transport.” Max nodded and then turned to Cody who got up from the floor.

“Well, if you two don’t need me anymore, a comic book is waiting for me to read it. Oh, and tomorrow I’m going out.” He said before starting to walk to his room.

“Out?” Fred and Max asked simultaneously.

“Yes, out.”

In that moment, the memory of Cody and that girl appeared on Max’s mind.

“Wait, young man.” Max got up from the floor and grabbed Cody by his arm to stop him from walking. “With who? what are you doing? when are you coming home? with who?” She asked quickly.

“You asked with who two times.” Cody said with an eyebrow lifted.

“Did I? I didn't notice, so? Tell me, with who?” The words were coming so fast of her mouth that Fred walked to her side and looked at her confused, as well as her little brother.

“You never cared with who I’m going out.” Cody asked confused.

“Whaaaat?” Max said with a high pitch voice. “That’s not true.”

Cody rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m going to the Outer Banks summer movies at the park.” He turned around and Max furrowed her eyebrows confused.

“You hate that, you hate being around big crowds.”

“No, I don’t.” Cody was already on his room but he could be hear perfectly since it was not far from where Max and Fred were standing.

“Yes, you do. I always wanted to take you there and you always said no.” Fred said and Max nodded, being the only two Belinsky siblings who loved going to that event.

“Because I didn’t want to go with you two..” Cody said before closing his bedroom door. Max and Fred opened their mouths offended and they turned to each other.

“What? I’m so fun!” Max said.

Fred nodded and then crossed his arms around his chest. “We are! I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Weeeeell...” Max said with that high pitch voice again.

“What?” Fred asked.

“Nothing.” Max said quickly. “We have something else to worry about, it’s happening, our little brother is going on a date.”

“What? Cody?” Fred asked confused.

“Do we have another little brother that I don’t know about?” Max said and Fred rolled his eyes. “Yes Cody dumbass! I saw him a couple of days ago with a girl, it looked like they were in date.”

“Cody?” Max nodded. “Our Cody? The one that doesn’t like hugs? CODY?”

“Are fucking drunk Fred?! Yes! And I have to know who is this girl.”

“Max, stay out of our little brother’s business.”

“Oh, like you stay out of my business and never ask me where I’ve been? Sure! I’ll do that.” Max said sarcastically before leaving the room with a plan already forming on her head.

“Are you sure you can’t come with me tonight?” Max asked on her phone while talking to Sam.

“Yes, my boss is making me work extra hours and I really need the money, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I get it. Damn! Now what?” Max turned her head to the window of her parked car and looked at Luke’s Maybank workshop.

“What are you doing anyway?”

“I think Cody is having a date tonight.”

“Whaaaat? Cody Belinksy?”

“Yes! And I plan to go and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“Yeah, if he’s like you, fourteen is when everythi-”

“We agreed to never talk about it, Samantha.” Max said quickly and Sam let out a loud laugh.

“Oooh, those were wild times. Alright, I gotta go. See you tomorrow, and good luck!”

“Bye..” Max ended the call and let her head rest on top of the back of her seat. A loud noise of a car starting made Max look up and that’s when JJ appeared on her sight. He had no shirt on and his hands were all black for working on a bike engine. His blonde hair was messy as ever and Max could see his sweaty forehead. He looked extremely hot, and Max hated when she thought that.

Max drove to the workshop and parked it on the side of the road, she got out of the car and walked closer to where JJ was. He looked up and huge smile appeared on his face once he locked eyes with Max.

“What’s up princess? One day without me and you already miss me?”

“Yes, I was so sad that I didn’t have to go to community service that I took the longest and most beautiful nap ever, so sad.”

“Glad you’re honest with me.” JJ pretended to not catch Max’s sarcasm and just said with a smile. Max was about to say something when a tall man walked to her car she turned around to look at Luke Maybank. She had seen him around, with his serious face and his not so lovely manners. Max had trouble connecting his son with Luke Maybank, JJ was so extrovert and so fun to be around, while his father was the guy you would feel intimidated and frightened to be around him. But, luckily, Max wasn’t easily intimidated, that was her whole attitude. But JJ, on the other hand, once his father walked to Max’s car, he looked down and started to organise some tools he had on a table. He shoulders were tensed and he was biting his lower lip uncomfortably. Max had never seen JJ like that, the guy that would always flirt and annoy her, wasn’t the guy that was standing in front of her.

“You’re a Belinsky?” Luke asked and Max nodded.

“Max.” She said dryly.

“Max?” He asked confused. “Are you friends with my son?”

Max didn’t understand why he was asking that, so she just slowly nodded. “Yeah... we hang out sometimes. Why?”

“He mentions you sometimes when he hangs out with his friends at my place. You know, that’s the only thing he does, hang out with those... he’s a good for nothing.” Max stood there shook at Luke’s words. She couldn’t understand how a father would talk about their son like that. Max turned her head and locked eyes with JJ, his face was facing down but is eyes were lock on you and his dad, like he was watching their every move carefully. “Come back at noon, your car is going to be ready by then.” He said without looking at her and throwing the ticket to her wich Max easily cought. She went back to JJ while he was watching his dad walk away, but then he came back to her and gave her a little smile. She did the same the turned around, making her way to the streets with a lot of questions on her mind.

Max was starting to get angry. Her state of shook passed after she played Luke’s words over and over again on her mind.

How could someone speak about their son like that? JJ is not a good for nothing! He is one of the best surfers is know! I would never admit it, but he is! Not so life changing skill, but he’s also a good blunt roller! That takes practice! And, to be honest, he’s an awesome friend, it didn’t matter that I know him only for the couple of weeks, but you could see that even from a far! Jesus!

Max didn’t understand why she was thinking so much about it, all she knew is that she was angry, and that’s not good. Sometimes, when she’s angry or annoyed, she can’t control the words that come out of her mouth. That’s why she would get a lot of detention in school, her incontrolable mouth.

She watched her phone to see the time and it was marking ‘12:15’ when she was quickly walking towards the workshop. She noticed JJ standing next to her white Jeep and Luke Maybank talking to another client.

“Is it done?” She asked once she arrived at the workshop. JJ looked up and a little smirk appeared on his face. He nodded. “Alright, we’re do I pay?”

“Cash?” Luke appeared next to Max and she turned her head to him.

“Yes.” She said dryly.

“What was it?” He asked to JJ.

“A tap was broken and it was starting to get lose, I changed it.” JJ said serious.

“Wait, did you fixed it?” Max asked pretended to be confused. JJ nodded and a little smile appeared on her face. She slowly turned to Luke while giving him an approval nod. “I guess he’s not a good for nothing after all, huh?” JJ’s eyes went wide open and Luke stood there without knowing what to say, but Max knew that he was starting to get angry, and deep down, Max liked that.

She gave him the money and once he walked away, a little proud smile appeared on her face.

“What was that?” JJ asked after getting closer to her. He seemed angry but worried at the same time.

“What was what?”

“That good for nothing thing?”

“He called you that when I left my car, and I just said that you’re not, what’s the big deal man?”

“Just...” JJ let out a big sighed and then continued more calmly. “I don’t need you to defend you with my dad, just don’t.”

“I guess that’s what friends do, defend each other.” Max said remembering the night at the party.

“This is different.” JJ shook his head. Max slowly nodded. “I just don’t want you to get...” JJ said but then stopped, looking around.

“You don’t want me to get what?” Max asked quickly.

“Just forget it, alright?” He asked and Max nodded confused. She understood that parents business are delicate and sometimes you don’t want to talk about, Max knew that perfectly. She knew that a lot of the times you just need to escape and not think about it, that’s when it hit her.

“Hey, are you free tonight?” She asked and a smirk appeared on JJ’s face.

“Are you inviting me on a date, Belinsky?” He asked pretending to be surprised.

Max pointed at JJ and then nodded. “There’s the JJ I know. No. I have something for us if you’re up for it, it envolves is being sneaky and if we’re not careful, we might get in trouble.”

“Princess, those are the perfect words to get me interested. What is it?”

“Tell me again why can’t we just sit down and be like two normal people watching the movie?” JJ said while Max and him were standing behind a tree.

“Because my bother won’t like the idea of me here and he will just leave.” Max said while popping her head trough the tree and looking for Cody.

“I still think this is stupid.”

“Hey! You have siblings?” Max asked after turning her head to JJ. He shook his head and Max nodded. “Yeah, then no opinion!”

“Alright! If you don’t mind, I’m going to sit down because my feet hurt like shit.” JJ said and proceeded to sit down next to the tree.

“There he is!” Max whispered and pointed at the crowd. Cody was walking with some popcorn on his hand while a girl was behind him. Max noticed that he let the girl choose where to sit and once she decided, he sat down next to her with their shoulders touching. “They’re definitely on a date!” JJ grabbed Max’s hand before pulling her down, making her go to the floor and sit down next to him. She opened her mouth surprised and then punched him in the arm. “Do that again and I’ll kill you!”

“First of all, ouch!” JJ grabbed his arm. “Second, I thought this idea was to be sneaky and you’re up there on everyone’s sight. I was just helping you.” He said but a little laugh escaped his mouth.

“Sure.” Max said sarcastically and then went back to where his brothers and the girl were. “I don’t know who she is. She’s definitely not from his group of friends.”

“She looks like a Kook.” JJ said.

“What? I don’t think my bro- you know what? Maybe now that I think about it.”

Music started playing from the big screen letting everyone know that the movie was starting. JJ let his back rest of the tree and Max turned to him. “Are you actually going to watch the movie?”

“Yes! We didn’t come here for nothing.”

“Nothing?! We’re here to make sure my brother doesn’t do anything stupid.”

“He’s an innocent little kid, what’s he gonna do? C’mon, relax princess! And enjoy the moment..” JJ said and was about to let his arm go around Max’s shoulders when she said quickly;

“Don’t do that unless you want to get punch again.”

“You know what?” JJ said while slowly moving his arm away from Max. “I like my arm, and I’ll keep my hands to myself.” JJ said and Max just nodded, satisfied with herself.

Max HATED to admit it, but JJ was right. Nothing was happening between Cody and the girl. No more than whispering to each other about the movie and letting out little laughs, like two new teenagers on their first date.

The movie was about to end so Max knew that it was time to go. So she grabbed JJ’s arm and pulled him up, he looked at her confused and then pointed at the movie.

“It’s about to finish!” He whispered.

“She takes the job and he goes to the airport to stop her. She then does the most stupid thing ever, refuses the job and settles with the guy on New York.” Max said quickly while walking away from the crowd.

“What?! Way to spoil the ending!”

“It’s a romantic movie, either one of them dies or they end up together.” Max said annoyed and JJ rolled his eyes.

“You’re so romantic it kills me.” He said sarcastically.

“C’mon, we’re almost on the street were they can’t see us..” Max said but when she took a step forward two tall guys walked in front of her. The Harriet twins were looking at JJ and Max with their arms across their chests. “What’s up dudes?” Max said calmly while the memories of that night at the Golf Club with JJ were coming back to her mind.

“What’s that James? What did the police told us? Two teenagers were the ones that trashed our stuff at the Golf Club?” One of them said. JJ and Max looked at each other pretending to be surprise.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, dude.”

“Yeah, but we gotta go, hope you’ll fine them tho!” Max said while grabbing JJ’s hand with the intention to walk away, but the twins got closer to them.

“Hey men, step the fuck away.” JJ said getting tired of the two tall guys in front of them.

“C’mon, don’t you think it’s a coincidence that the day before we talked to your Pogue friend and then we found our golf stuff broken and painted.” One of the Harriets said while getting closer to Max.

“That’s a great deduction my friend! You should be a detective!” JJ said.

“Yeah! Too bad you have no proof on us, because we didn’t do it. So, drop your bullshit so we can go.” Max said before looking around to make sure her little bother wasn’t looking at her.

“No can do, we have to hit you guys back.” The guy walked closer to Max but JJ quickly stood in front of her.

“You better think that twice, dude.” He said more angry and Max grabbed his arm. She looked to her side and covered her mouth surprised.

“Oh my god!” She yelled in horror and the three guys she had in front of her turned around to see what she was looking at. Max quickly grabbed JJ by his arm and pulled him away from the Harriets, he understood immediately and they started to run away from the annoying Kooks.

“Hey!” Max heard one of them say, but they were both long gone while letting out big laughs.

“This the second time I saved your ass from getting into a fight, you owned me dinner.” Max said after they made sure they were safe.

The beach was almost empty while the sun was going down. They were walking along the ocean while they feet were playing with the sand. Max had her boots on her hand, while JJ was trying to get his hair away from his face since after the run it got all messy, but surrendered after a couple of tries and figuring out it was a lost cause, his hair was always going to be messy.

“Sure, it’s a date then.” JJ said with a smirk on his face.

“No, no.” Max shake her head. “You buy me dinner and you go.” She shush him away with her hand.

“Not fair, dude!”

“Sorry, my rules.” She said and he let out a little laugh.

“Alright, I’ll do that if you admit something first.”

“What?”

“Admit that you over reacted about your brother seeing a girl. Deep down you knew it, you just wanted to hang out me because you secretly love me.”

“What?” She asked. “Keep dreaming, Maybank.”

“You’re so in love with me that it hurts you to admit it!” He grabbed her arm and started to shake it. “Don’t do this to yourself princess!”

Max quickly moved her arm away from JJ and punched his arm. “Don’t call me princess! I’m going to start calling you a dumbass.”

“You treat me like a dumbass so what’s new?” He jokingly ask and Max rolled her eyes. “Wait, no, you treat me like a punching bag, so call me punching bag if you want, princess.”

“Alright punching bag! You want another one?!” She said and JJ let out laugh.

“I can take it, dude.” He said more calmly and serious. Max furrowed her eyebrows, the way he said made her intrigued.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it.” He said with a little smile.

The memory of Luke Maybank appeared on Max’s mind and she looked down. Like Max had trouble connecting Luke with JJ, she almost forgot that he had to live with him, that he had to live with such an awful and rude person, she didn’t knew anything about JJ’s life or house life, but the way he acted that morning around his dad, made Max wonder...

“Isn’t that your house?” JJ said taking Max away from her thoughts.

She turned around and looked at a familiar door. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it... Hey, thank you for doing this with me.”

“No problem, man. Hate it to admit it, but I have fun when I hang out with you... See? Nothing happens when you admit stuff.”

Max nodded and a little laugh escaped her mouth. “Not right now, but I will drag you around in everything I do if you have so much fun with me! Like groceries, work..” Max said to annoy JJ but he just let out a big smile.

“Fine! That sounds awesome, because knowing us we will probably end up running away from someone or almost causing a fight.”

“Yeah, probably...” she said with a smile. “Alright, see you when I see you... punching bag.” She saluted at him and he did the same.

“See you, princess.”

Max turned around and a little smile appeared on her face. She maybe was starting to like this princess nickname...

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[flashbackharry]

Here, there and Everywhere

Best friends to lovers

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Harry and you were best friends, have been since the beginning of your formative years, Harry has always been there. You were there before his X-Factor days. In fact he asked if you would take his shift at the bakery you both worked at, so he could go and audition. You were at work mopping when he asked you again. The begging has been going on for a few days now. Harry offered to do the most peculiar things for you. “I can teach you how to play guitar so when I become famous you can go on tour with me’’

You laughed, you were only 16 then, but his piercing green eyes and unrelenting ambition got the best of you and you huffed a “Fine” before grabbing the mop from his hands, he grinned and scooped you into his arms.  Little did he know you would've said yes regardless.

“You’re locking up right?” He asked. You slowly nodded.

“I'll be by tomorrow night to let you know how it went.” He said, kissing your cheek and walking out the door.

***

Your whole body was aching. It was a long day of being on your feet and your brain was exhausted from having to use your customer service voice all day. You had just finished sweeping the floor and putting the money in the safe. It was half past 11. Harry said he’d come by. But It was getting late and the boss liked the store to be completely locked up by 12. You waited a little more before leaving him a  voicemail and grabbing your things and walking towards the door. Right when you turned the lights off you heard rapping at the door. It was Harry. You tried to gauge what he was feeling just by looking at his facial expressions but it was dark, the only source of light was coming from a singular lamppost outside.

You pointed to the “Sorry We’re Closed” sign on the window and pouted, gesturing to your imaginary watch that it was after hours.

“Haha, let me in.” He said, his voice muffled because he was outside the glass.

You unlocked the door and he stood there, staring.

“So?” You said, biting your lip, nervous for him.

What happened next happened so fast you couldn’t relay it.

One minute he was staring at you, the next your body was half way in the air, held together by Harry's arms wrapped tightly around your torso while he simultaneously screamed,

“I got through! I’m gonna be famous!”

You begged Harry to put you down through a fit of giggles. You put both your hands on his cheeks, grabbing his face. He looked longingly into your eyes.

“I’m so so proud of you bub.” You said, hugging him again.

“Ready to go?” he asked, once you pulled back from the hug.

“No quite.” You shrugged your coat off and set your bag down on the floor. You grabbed his hand and led him into the kitchen. You led him to a stool and ordered him to sit. He did, his eyes never leaving your figure. You rummaged all the cabinets and found two champagne glasses, you went to the fridge next and found some cheap wine. You poured the glasses halfway and handed him his.

“Tonight? We celebrate.” You said, clinking his glass against yours.

You both got drunk that night. Taking the glass with you after locking the store up. You walked the streets late, stumbling and giggling.

“Don’t forget me when you're famous.” You said, pausing once you both realized you were outside your house.

Harry narrowed his eyes, “Can't forget you when you're right beside me.” You smiled at that and hugged him goodnight. You pulled away first, again, there was that pause. You looked at his lips, and bit yours. He narrowed his eyes again, a pout forming on his lips. You were drunk, and exhausted and needed some sleep.

“Good night Styles.” You said, letting him go fully and walking up your driveway to your house.

“Night.” Harry said, his voice laced with confusion. You turned around. You saw him look at the ground, kick a few rocks and walk away, it wasn’t until his shadow was no longer visible did you go back inside.

***

You smiled sadly at that memory now. Heartbroken. That was 4 years ago and today you just found out the girl you've been with for the past year was cheating on you the whole time. You called Harry and when he heard one word spill from your trembling lips, he said he was on his way. You’ve just been balled up on the couch now, reminiscing and trying not to leave her a nasty voicemail, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to even do that. Not sure if it was the surprise of the fact you’ve been lied to this whole time, or that you believed all those lies.

A knock at the door pulled you out from your thoughts. You went to open it and it was Harry. One look at him and your shoulders sunk, you sighed and tears threatened to spill again.

“C’mere.” Harry whispered. Pulling you into a hug. He closed the door behind him with one hand. You stood in the front entrance, underneath the light. It was late.

“Have you eaten anything today?” He asked, his voice sounding concerned.

“Do Cheez-Its count?” You asked looking up at him. Underneath the light, his features seemed more enhanced. His eyes were more prominent, maybe it was because of the situation at hand, but he looked sadder.

“Lets go.” He said. Grabbing your coat off the coat rack, putting it on you.

“Where?” You asked.

“To get some food.” He said, motioning you to put your shoes on.

You did and in 10 minutes, you were walking the streets of London late at night.

It was difficult finding a place that was open so late and so after walking in circles for a bit, you both stumbled on a Chinese Restaurant that was doing take out only. It would have to suffice.

You placed your orders by the window and stood outside waiting. It was chilly out but then again it always was chilly here. After grabbing your food, you and Harry walked across the street to the park and found a picnic table and sat down across from each other.

“How’d you find out?” He said after you guys sat and ate in silence for a little bit. You were just pushing around the food with your fork now, already a bit full.

“The other girl she was cheating on me with found my number in her phone and asked if I was the other girl.” Harry winced like it physically pained him to hear it.

“Ouch, I’m so sorry Y/n. I never got the best vibes from her.” He said, grabbing your hand over the table, running his thumb across yours.

“Yeah.” Was all you said. You sat in silence again.

“Did you love her?” Harry asked, his eyes searching yours.

“I think I was beginning to. Oh God, am I that stupid? Why didn’t I see it?”

“Hey, none of that. None of this is your fault. She's the shitty human being who fucked up, not you, okay?” Harry said, his voice rising a little.

When you didn’t respond again, Harry began to rummage in your bag. He grabbed the journal he gifted you a couple years ago for your birthday, you never left the house without it. He ripped out two pages and pulled out two pens he found in the bottom of your bag. You lifted your head, your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. He slid the paper and pen to you.

“We are going to write letters addressed to people we’ve loved in the past and then burn them.” He said, pen in hand, already beginning to write the first sentence.

“This is dumb Haz.” You said, grabbing the pen anway, beginning to write.

“Shhh no talking.” He said.

After writing in silence for about 15 minutes Harry looked up and asked if you were done, you met his eyes and nodded.

He took out the lighter he had in his coat pocket and lit it.

“Wait! Who did you write about?” You asked questioningly. Your mind going through his past lovers.

“Not important.” He said before lighting it again.

“No!” You yelled, walking over to his side of the table and standing beside him, trying to grab the paper. He held it out of your reach. You got on his lap, trying to pull his arm down so you could grab it. Harry crumbled it in his fist, getting up. He was a good 6 feet away from you now.

“Harry that's not fair, you know who I’m writing about.” You said whining a little, hoping he'd fall for it.

“It's not important bub, I’m trying to move on that's all.”

“But you tell me everything, we said no secrets.” You said, actually disheartened now.

“Fine, wanna know? It's Felicity, from year 9 remember? She really did a number on me.” He said, smiling. You weren't having none of it.

“I’ve been lied to enough, Harry, not you too.” You grabbed your things and started walking in the other direction. Harry's entire mood shifted. He ran after you.

“Wait! Y/n, wait up.” He was in front of you now.

“Its you, okay? He huffed. His eyes searching yours.

You looked at him. Not knowing what to do. Your heart hitched in your chest.

“It was when we were younger, when we both worked at the bakery. I had a thing for you..but you never reciprocated so I gave up.” He said in a shaky breath. You remember. You liked being his friend, in fact he was your only friend and you knew it was going to be something so special that you'd never want to lose, so you didn’t risk it. Didn’t want to.

“Obviously I don't feel that way still. You’re my best mate Y/n, I would never.” He said quickly when he noticed you weren’t saying anything. You didn't know why you were hurt by that last statement but you couldn’t help the aching you felt in your heart right now. Anyhow, you quickly shook the feeling and grabbed the lighter from his pocket, setting flame to the letter in your hand. Once you saw the ashes die down and turn into dust, you handed the lighter to Harry.

“You don’t wanna read it?” Harry asked, his voice sounding surprised.

You shook your head.

“Do you want me to?” You asked. You figured whatever he said in that letter could unravel something in both of you and suddenly you were regretting guilt tripping him into telling you.

Harry didn’t respond, instead he just took the lighter from your hand and set the paper alight.

The walk back to your flat was a silent one. Harry spent the night on the couch and you were afraid this was only the beginning.

***

One Year Later:

You never saw Harry so down. He was in the studio, Jeff left the two of you alone. Said you were best at getting him to come up with lyrics. The wound of leaving a serious relationship was still fresh and it wore on Harry heavy. It hurt you to see him so sad, but you knew he needed to be in this state- so vulnerable, it was when he got his best work done.

“Harry?” You cooed from below him. He was sitting on the couch and you were sat criss crossed on the rug, a journal in your lap as you wrote down the ideas that came flowing out of him.

“I know it's tough, but we have to put a dent on the final song today. You're so close. Just write what she made you feel.” You finished.

He looked down at you, and leaned forward.

“Temptress.” He said through gritted teeth. You jotted that down quickly in your journal. Progress.

You worked diligently for the next 2 hours, and may or may not have had a mini dance break to Fleetwood Mac, which in hindsight helped immensely .

“Harry I think you're done…” You said slowly, trying to suppress your smile.

“We're done?” Harry asked.

“Yeah you've got a great bridge, you got down the chorus, you still have to figure out the instrumental part but-” You were cut off by someone's lips on yours.

Harrys.

You were surprised at first. Then you realized your best friend was kissing you. And you were kissing him back. You couldn’t imagine how many times you had imagined this. Then you remembered you were fucking kissing your best friend.

You put your hand on Harry's chest and broke the kiss.

“Harry.. We can’t” You said softly.

“Why not, we've never in the past because there was always someone else, now there's no one else.”

“Wait what?. We can’t because you're my best friend. And you're sad, and just ended a very serious relationship and I’m not your fucking rebound, I’m your best friend.” You said, getting up off the floor. Harry also got up, you could tell he was getting revved up.

“You know we are definitely more than friends Y/n don’t fucking lie to yourself ” He said. You were grabbing your things and he took them from your hands and threw them back down on the groud, taking your hands in his, shaking you a little.

“Look at me and tell me you don’t love me Y/n” He said, his voice shaking.

You pushed him off you and stepped away.

“It's not that I don’t love you, its that I can’t be the one to mess this up, I don’t wanna lose you and I know me and I know you and we will fucking crash and burn Harry.” You bent down to try and grab your things again and this time Harry didn’t stop you. Tears began to slip from your eyes and you wiped away at them while you were putting your remaining things in your bag, your hands shaking.

You felt a gentle hand close over yours. Harry picked your bag up, and grabbed your hand to help you up off the floor. You took your bag from him slowly.

“Will we be okay?” You asked, your voice breaking.  

Harry gave you a small smile.

“We’ll be alright.” He said, and with that you walked out.

***

It's been one week since the kiss that transpired between you and Harry in the studio room.

You talked over the phone later that night and although awkward at first, it was a conversation you needed to have.

You both listed all the reasons why the two of you dating would be a bad idea.

“If things got bad between us I’d have to stop seeing Anne and I don’t think I’m ready to give up Anne.” You said and Harry laughed softly.

“If things got bad between us” Harry started,  “I think Mitch might actually choose you over me.” and it was your turn to laugh.

You went on like that for a little while longer, the sun was about to rise when you both got done talking.

“I’m sorry, you were right. I rather have you in my life as my best friend than not at all.”

You paused and thought about what to say next.

“I love you H, good night.” You said sleepily and hung up.

Things felt different, because they were different, but like Harry said, you’d be all alright.

***

It's been 6months now since the rift in your friendship with Harry happened. From a complete outsider's perspective, you guys were the same, nothings changed. But between the two of you, things were..off.

Harry stopped coming over as much and he struggled with ways to show you affection. Before, he’d hold your hand constantly, kiss you on the cheek, lay his head on your shoulder whenever he got the chance. Now? You were lucky if you got a hug goodbye. Your close friends, however were beginning to catch on that something was wrong.

“Are you sure guys are okay?” Mitch pulled you aside one day while you were over at Sarah's place.

“Yes, we're fine Mitch, I promise.” You said raising your eyebrows back when he raised his.

“Okay...only asking cause he seems.. Different. Sad.”Mitch said softly.

Your heart sank.

“I'll talk to him.” Was all you said.

You were also trying to move on from him, trying not to think about him. You loved him but what else could you do? He initiated that kiss, he burnt that letter to you 6 years ago, he said things would be alright and they were far from it now.

Which is why when Ezra, the sound guy from the studio asked you out on a date, you said yes.

You got dressed, feeling nervous but not because you were about to go on your first actual date in 4 years, but because one way or another, Harry would find out and you weren’t sure you were ready for that.

“Oh how pretty! Someones got a hot date huh?” Sarah said from the couch where she was snuggled in Mitch's neck. Harry must’ve been in the bathroom. You figured this was your chance to leave before he came out.

“Thank you! Gotta go! Wish me luck!” You said and with that you were out the door.

***

After your date, Ezra walked you back to your flat, he leaned down to give you a kiss, you panicked and he ended up kissing your cheek. You started blushing and he looked down, confused.

“Goodnight” You said, biting your inner cheek and unlocking the door to your flat.

“Night.” He called after you and began to walk away.

You turned around, hoping he too would turn around. He didn’t.

The date wasn’t bad, he was nice and knew a lot about music which you admired. Reminded you of Harry. You cursed yourself for already comparing him to Harry but you couldn’t help it. Harry infiltrated every part of your life. You slipped your heels off, sighing at how good it felt, and walked into your kitchen to grab something to drink.

You and Harry already talked about what would happen if you were to be together, but now that you felt deprived of the usual love he encompassed you with, you wondered if it was worth the risk. You were miserable without him, and was this the friendship you worked so hard to salvage? A friendship where you couldn’t even look each other in the eye for more than a minute without looking away, a friendship where he couldn’t even hold your hand. Maybe you guys were always destined to be more than friends.

A knock at the door pulled you away from your thoughts. Maybe it was Ezra returning to give you a proper kiss.

You opened the door, and Harry's face appeared, his eyes were glossy, almost as if he had been crying before, and he smelled of liquor.

“Ezra? Really Y/n? My fucking sound guy!” He said angrily, slamming his hand on the door as he got the last part out

“Harry, I-” You started but he cut you off.

“No, Y/n, you always said it was about not ruining our friendship but fucking look at us! We’re miserable! I’m gonna make this easier for the both of us. We’re done, whatever this” He said gesturing between the two of us. “Was.” He walked away after that. Tears were falling from your eyes now, you called after him but just like Ezra-just like he did when he got back from X-factor all those years ago, he didn’t look back.

You went back into your flat and slammed the door, not caring it was nearly 2 am, and sunk to the floor.

***

You hadn’t seen Harry in two months since he came to your apartment drunk and severed your friendship.

Not even a peek at him in two months. Whenever your friends invited you to things, your first question was always, “Will Harry be there?” If they said yes, you politely declined the invitation.

“You can't avoid him forever. You’ve known him since forever, he's your best friend.” Sarah whined. You were sitting around the dining table making art collages.

“I can damn well try. He wanted this, I’m just respecting his wishes.” You said, suddenly angry.

“Well, do you know what next friday is?” She asked slowly.

“Cinco de Mayo?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“No..” She said, raising her eyebrow at you.

You paused a moment to think. Then it hit you.

“Oh! It's your birthday!” You exclaimed.

“Yes, and I’m inviting the both of you and you're both coming.” The air suddenly left the room as you processed what she just told you.

“It's your birthday so I won't make it about me and my melodrama but just know, I hate you so much right now.” You said getting up and placing a strand of her behind her ear.

“I love you too.” She called after you, laughing.

You spent the next week pacing your floorboards till they had a distinctive creak to them.

***

Sarah's birthday party was a weekend getaway at her parents beach house.

You sat in the backseat, Mitch was driving and the birthday girl was in the passenger seat.

You pulled into the house's driveway, it was a modest size house, the most beautiful part of it was the ocean it overlooked a few feet away. You've always had a fascination with the ocean, it always brought you peace. It was dusk the sun was setting and it’d be night soon.

You walked into the house, you had packed a small bag considering you'd only be here for two days max. You took the room in the attic, it was recently renovated so it didn't look much like an attic but you liked how you still had to pull the stairs down to get up there. You were tired but you felt gross so you brought a change of clothes with you and hopped in the shower, hoping the hot steam would clear your mind.

After your too long of a long shower, you realized you couldn't stay up here during the entirety of your stay, that would make Sarah sad and today was all about her. So you swallowed your pride and went downstairs where everyone was, music was playing and you heard the clashing of plates. Dinner.

You walked in and everyone was around the table. Mitch and Sarah sat side by side, Jeff was there with his wife, Charlotte and Adam were there as well as their dates. And Harry.

He sat next to Mitch, on the opposite side of Sarah. He was teasing them about something because Mitch was pushing his hand away from his hair and rolling his eyes playfully.

“Ah, look who's done from the longest shower ever.” Sarah said, giving you a smile.

You smiled and walked over to take a seat at the other end of the table. You felt Harry's eyes follow you to your seat. The whole room was watching the small exchange between the two of you. You've never felt so uncomfortable in a room with the people you loved the most. You wanted to go back upstairs and crawl under the covers. Your hair was still damp and you had on jeans and a t-shirt you were covering with a zip up hoodie, still you felt bare.

Adam fixed you a plate and gave you a small reassuring smile, you returned it and ate slowly.

The remainder of the night was spent laughing and storytelling, eventually someone suggested we get a bonfire going and now you were all walking down towards the water. Adam and Jeff got the fire going and you helped carry some pillows and blankets down. You all gathered around the small fire. You sat across from Harry. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a calming one and maybe it was the alcohol working but you felt less tense. Harry had a guitar in his hand and was strumming it lightly. The glow of the fire illuminated his face and he looked so beautiful, you felt your heart strings tug, you swore at yourself underneath your breath and shook your head.

“Any requests?” Harry called out over to the group.

“Beatles. Eleanor Rigby?” Jeff asked.

“Mhmm I dont know that one on guitar.” Harry admitted, his eyes scanning everyone.

“Let it be?” Adam asked, he was poking a stick at the fire.

“So we're sticking with The Beatles?” Harry said, pulling his phone out to search their discography.

“Here, There and Everywhere?” You asked.

Harry's head snapped up, his eyes met yours, he just held it and parted his lips as if to say something but nothing was coming out. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and grabbed the neck of the guitar, tuning it. You thought he was ignoring you but then minutes later, the beginning strum of the song played softly. You listened softly. Everyone joined in on the “Oooo” parts of the song and Harry sang beautifully.

This was you an important song to you. It was played on car rides at night and on momentous occasions as well as when you had trouble falling asleep, Harry would hum this song in your ear and you’d fall asleep almost instantly.

“There, running my hands through her hair

Both of us thinking how good it can be

Someone is speaking

But she doesn't know he's there”

“I want her everywhere

And if she's beside me I know I need never care

But to love her is to need her everywhere”

…

“Each one believing that love never dies

Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there

“I will be there

And everywhere

Here, there and everywhere”

Harry's eyes never left yours during the entire duration of the song. It was painful to keep his gaze, wanting nothing more than to break it. Slow tears were streaming down your eyes now. You didn’t even bother wiping them away. Harry's eyes were also watery. When the song ended, Harry kept his hand on the guitar, he looked down now and you couldn’t do it anymore. You excused yourself and started walking in the opposite direction. Your shoes were off and the sand felt nice.  

You walked until the fire was merely a small speck in the distance. You sat down, close to the water but no too close so the water hit you. You pulled your knees to your chest. You saw a figure walking towards you, it was Harry. He must've also excused himself and walked away minutes after you did. He had his hands in his trouser pockets. He looked conflicted.

He leaned down and occupied the space next to you.

He put his hand in your lap, his palm out. You looked down at it, pausing before lacing your fingers through his. He pulled your hand to his lips and kissed it before guiding it to his lap.

“I’m sorry.” You said.

“I’m sorry too.” He said, his eyes piercing yours.

“How did we end up like this?” You cried out, letting out a pathetic laugh while lifting your head up to the sky.

“I don’t know,I do know that I've missed you.” Harry said. You looked at him, holding his gaze, your eyes looked over his face. The bags under his eyes were darker than usual. 2 months is a long time to not look at someone's face. You decided to just say the thing that's been on your mind this whole time.

“Harry?” You whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder, your hand still in his lap. He was playing with your fingers absentmindedly.

“Mhmm” He murmured, you felt his voice rumble through to youyour chest because of his proximity.

“I love you so much. And I think it's taken me so long to admit that we are just more than just friends because I didn’t want to lose you but maybe it just means I get to love you in a different way. I think we could be more, and if you're willing to try...I would like that.” You lifted your head from his shoulder and pulled yourself into his lap. A leg hanging from each side. You held his face into your hands. He was smiling softly, looking as if he were about to cry any second now. He slowly nodded his head and you felt your hands move.

“Yes, I would like that.” He said, biting his lip.

“May I?” You whispered against his lips, a breath away from kissing him. Harry didn't answer. Instead he closed the gap between the two of you.

Your lips met and danced in a paced and calculated  manner. His tongue wrestled with yours. It was warm and you could taste the bitter sweet alcohol you both had consumed earlier. You pulled away only ever to catch your breath. This was nothing like the kiss you shared almost a year ago, no this one wasn't rushed, this one wasn't a surprise but in a sense, it also was because you weren't just kissing your best friend, you were kissing the great love of your life, your soulmate, the only person you ever wanted to be with. As if making up for lost time, you kissed if this would be your last. Harry pulled away ever so slightly to bite your bottom lip and he moved to your neck, your arms were wrapped around his neck and he put one hand on your neck and the other on your waist only to move you to the sand as he hovered above you, all while his mouth never left your lips or neck.

A sudden noise pulled you two away from each other, you let each other go and looked off into the distance. They were all walking back to the house. Harry crashed on top of you and let out a laugh. He rolled over until he was also laying down in the sand. You were looking up at the sky, smiling to yourself and trying to catch your breath when you felt two hands pull you close to their chest. Harry kissed the top of your forehead.

“I’m so glad we waited all those years, that kiss almost made all the agony worth it.” Harry said, chuckling.

You smiled and put a hand to his chest.

“We should go back, they probably think we killed each other or something.” You said, starting to get up. Harry pulled you back into him.

“Lie here with me, I wanna remember this some more.” He whispered. He looked peaceful and content, you were happy you were the reason. You obliged, placing a kiss behind his ear.

You sat watching the sky and listening to the sound of the waves. It was a while before anyone said anything, your breathing was in sync. Then Harry spoke again.

“Wait, you're not still with sound guy right?” Harry asked, pretending he forgot his name.

You laughed and pinched his side before answering.

“Ezra and No, I wouldn’t kiss you if I was still in a relationship.” You said and Harry smiled at how kind you were.

“Remember that letter I never read about me that you burned?” You asked.

Harry nodded.

“You said you were just trying to move on. When did it start though, when did your feelings about me change?” You breathed that last part out quickly.

“Uh I think it was when I got back from my Audition, we had that little celebration in the kitchen. You believed in me so much and I remember thinking how I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with you. What about you, when did it start?” He asked, running his finger gently across your arm.

“I had feelings for you that night at the bakery but it didn’t solidify until we were in the park that night we wrote the letters, when I knew you at least at some point felt some way about me.” You said, your heart fluttering at the fond memory.

“Can I be honest?” you said, sitting up now.

“‘Always.” He said, his expression matching yours in seriousness.

“I’m worried we’re not gonna be compatible the same as we were when we were friends.” You said sheepishly, drawing circles in the sand with your finger.

“Where you the person I was just kissing? Did you see that chemistry?” Harry asked, lifting your chin with his finger so you’d meet his eyes. When you were starting to tear up again he pulled you into his lap again.

“Hey, were gonna be alright. This time I mean it. I’ve got you and I don't intend on letting you go.”

You grabbed his face again and planted a kiss to his cheek, then his other cheek, then the tip of his nose and finally to his lips. You murmured a low “We’ll be alright” to his lips.

[writingbisexually]

Dance for Me

Hiiiiiiiiiii everyone, thank you for all the love on Counting Stars! It makes me so happy to see people enjoying my work.

This is part two of the three day adventure with @malex-cupid and it is meant to be a sequel to Counting Stars (but you could also read it on its own). You can also read it here on AO3.

Summary: “You put on quite a show earlier, didn’t you? Did you want this?” asked Alex. “Did you want me to take you home with me?” Isobel hosts a Palentine's Day party. Michael and Alex leave early.

Warnings for: light smut (and it’s probably not that great), alcohol consumption, and party games (truth or dare)

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Alex wasn’t sure how Isobel had managed to find any friendship themed decorations but she had, in fact, found many and they now decorated the entire main floor of her house. She had sworn off Valentine’s Day this year (which, he supposed, was a step up from last year when she refused to acknowledge that the day existed) but insisted on throwing a “Palentine’s Day” party. And she insisted on everyone’s attendance. Even Maria hadn’t gotten out of it. So now Alex found himself, on a Saturday night, sat in a room of thirty-year-olds trying to decide if they were actually going to play Truth or Dare or not. He also found himself getting increasingly distracted by the mere presence of Michael Guerin.

“Top up your drinks and circle up!” Isobel yelled.

Truth or Dare was happening he guessed. Just as he was debating whether another drink would be worth the effort of standing, walking to the kitchen and back, and then sitting on the floor, a beer appeared next to him.

“Thought I’d save you the trip,” Michael said.

“Thanks.” Alex smiled gratefully and gently lowered himself to the floor. Michael plopped down next to him.

“My house, my rules, my start,” Isobel said. “You can forfeit to the other option, forfeiting both means you drink. Got it?” Everyone nodded. “Dumbass brother.” Michael and Max exchanged confused glances. Isobel rolled her eyes. “Max is the idiot brother, Michael’s the dumbass. Truth or dare dumbass?”

Michael considered his options and decided he was more afraid of Isobel’s dares than her questions. “Truth,” he said.

“Boring,” Isobel said. Then she thought for a moment. “Why the god-awful belt buckles?”

Michael shrugged. “They’re eye-catching,” he said. Alex blushed and Maria gave a contemplative nod. Michael scanned the circle. “DeLuca,” he picked, “truth or dare?”

Maria pursed her lips in a challenge. “Dare,” she said.

“I dare you to hug Isobel for twenty seconds.” Michael smirked.

Maria and Isobel let out simultaneous groans but stood up and stepped towards each other. The rest of the group counted up to twenty and cheered at the end.

“Alex,” Maria said when she returned to her seat. “Truth or dare?”

Alex was as afraid of Maria’s dares as Michael was of Isobel’s. “Truth,” he said quickly.

“Why did you cancel our plans last night?” she asked.

Alex’s eyebrows shot up. “Of all the questions in the world, that’s what you’re going with?” He shook his head. “I went stargazing,” he said, casting a furtive glance in Michael’s direction. A soft smile graced Michael’s lips and he tried to hide it by biting his bottom lip. Alex quickly looked away and took a very long drink.

The game continued. Alex dared Kyle to show everyone pictures from his visit to Planet 7. Kyle dared Rosa to wear Isobel’s pink feather boa for the rest of the game. She looked murderous but she did it. Maria confessed to actually having a good time at an Isobel event. Then she dared Max to sing karaoke and Max dared Michael to give someone a lap dance. Alex would have been impressed with Max’s dare if Michael weren’t giving him such a seductive look. He must have had a fragment of panic in his eyes as well because Michael smirked at him and then gave a very talented lap dance to Max, who in turn looked mortified that his dare had backfired on him.

Alex, for his part, couldn’t keep his eyes off of Michael. So by the time Michael sauntered away from Max and took his seat next to Alex again, Alex had made a decision. It was probably a bad idea and it was definitely an impulsive decision which he normally would not make, but he also didn’t normally watch Michael give out lap dances. He waited until Michael had played his turn in the game before leaning over to whisper in Michael’s ear.

“The more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.” To emphasize his point, he slipped his fingers under the waistband of Michael’s jeans. Alex couldn’t see what was happening on Michael’s face, but Michael started coughing to cover it up. Alex took his fingers out of Michael’s pants and carefully stood up from the floor. “I have to go,” he said to the group. “My leg’s hurting.”

Michael leaped up. “I’ll drive you home,” he offered.

Isobel rolled her eyes at them. “Have either of you heard of the word subtlety?” she asked. She gave Michael a pointed look. “This is why you’re the dumbass.”

They left to a chorus of wolf-whistles and cheers and Alex kept his arm possessively hooked around Michael’s waist. At Alex’s door, Michael hovered awkwardly. “I can, uh –” Alex promptly shut him up with a bruising kiss.

“You’re coming inside,” he said.

Michael could only nod and follow Alex inside. They took their shoes off at the front door and Alex led Michael to his bedroom. At the door to Alex’s bedroom, he let go of Michael’s hand.

“Stay there,” said Alex. Michael stayed. Alex busied himself with putting a chair in the centre of his room and then sitting in it to take his prosthetic off. “Michael?” he said. “Can you put my prosthetic to the side and bring me a crutch?” Michael didn’t hesitate. By the time he returned with the crutch, Alex had taken off his shirt and tossed it aside. “Take your shirt off Michael,” Alex told him. Michael swallowed thickly but did as he was asked.

Alex leaned back in his chair and let himself look at Michael. He really was beautiful, Alex thought. One of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen.

“Come here,” Alex said softly. Michael stepped towards him and his eyes fluttered closed as Alex reached out to stroke the exposed skin above his hip. “You put on quite a show earlier, didn’t you?” Michael whimpered. “Did you want this?” asked Alex. “Did you want me to take you home with me?” Michael nodded. “Use your words Michael.”

“Yes,” Michael breathed out.

“Were you trying to tease me?” Alex kneaded his fingers into Michael’s side.

“Yes.”

“Did you wish you were dancing for me?”

“Yes Alex, yes.”

“Then dance for me Michael.” Alex pulled his hand away from Michael to reach into his pocket and take out his phone. He selected a song and pressed play.

Michael took a moment to let the music float over him before he started swaying his hips. He transformed himself back into the smirking, seductive Michael that Alex had seen at the party. He plucked Alex’s phone from his grasp and put it on the bed behind the chair, trailing his fingers across Alex’s chest as he moved. He circled back around to Alex’s front and bracketed his legs on either side of Alex’s. He dropped his hips and rolled back up, stroking a finger along Alex’s jaw line as he went. He was mesmerising. He brushed against Alex’s cock every time he rolled up and it was serving to turn them both on more and more each time.

As the song ended, Alex reached out to grip Michael’s hips, stilling him in his lap, Michael’s back pressed to Alex’s chest. “Tell me what you want,” Alex whispered into Michael’s ear.

“You,” said Michael. “Always you.”

“What do you need?” Alex pressed. “Do you want me to take my time with you? Watch you fall apart on my fingers and keep you waiting until you’re begging? Or do you need it fast and merciless?”

Michael turned his head to the side to meet Alex in an awkward kiss. “Second,” he said. “I can’t wait.”

Alex kissed Michael again. “Then get what we need and lie on the bed.”

Michael scrambled up to retrieve a condom and lube from Alex’s nightstand. He placed them on the bed next to where he placed himself in the middle. Alex made his way over with the assistance of his crutch and took another moment to just look at Michael.

“You’re beautiful,” Alex told him as he climbed onto the bed and over top of Michael. Michael pushed himself up to kiss him. “So beautiful.”

Alex, true to his word, worked quickly to open Michael up and kept his teasing to a minimum. He also couldn’t wait. By the time he pressed into Michael and kissed away every moan, groan, and whimper, they both knew it had been entirely too long to make this last. There would be other opportunities to take their time.

Michael came with a cry and Alex followed soon after. They made out lazily until Michael worked up the energy to get a cloth from the bathroom. He cleaned them up and then Alex tugged Michael back to lean into his chest. And for the first time in a long time, with his arm secured around Michael’s waist, Alex slept soundly.

[alleycat97]

Star Dust (1)

Warned y’all about the spam! This is an Au version of With Every Heartbeat! It’ll have a few parts!

f!Dakota x Mc (Sage)

Tag list: @samanthadalton @fundamentalromantic​ @kwaj05 @penda-bear @gay-dinosaur-banana-milk-carton @shows-simp-card @obsessedwithtragedy @stardustmountain @iamsimpforpoppy​ hmu for the tag or if you wanna be removed.

College graduation had arrived. That previous 4 years simultaneously flew by and drug on for Sage. She stayed local and went to Massachusetts, a decision she was grateful for. It hadn’t been the easiest journey since Dakota’s passing, but she was making it.

She had made new friends at school and kept her mind occupied on extra curricular’s. Sage still lingered around the topic of dating and Mateo and Lennox still called once in awhile, but life started to take over for all of them. However, there was still one time a year when Sage completely shut down and locked herself away from the world.

Dakota’s Anniversary. It happened to fall a day after her graduation and it really dampened her entire mood.

“Sage? You going to the big grad party tomorrow night?” Remi asked a very ill looking Sage.

“Remi!” Carson quietly hissed pulling the girl aside. “You know what tomorrow is.”

“Yeah? The big party?”

Carson sighed and made sure Sage wasn’t listening, “No! It’s the 4 year anniversary of her girlfriends passing. Every year she locks herself away and doesn’t talk to anyone. I guess she’s starting early.”

“Oh for goodness sakes, Sage!” Marley said stomping over from the kitchen. “You aren’t doing this again! This is our last big party before we all go our separate ways!”

“Marley!” Carson yelled at the bold statement.

“Stay out of it Carson. Stop playing peacemaker for her. We are all suite mates and I’m not going to let this negative vibe thing you got going on Sage keep ruining you.”

Sage kept still on the couch, not really listening, but just thinking back to her last day with Dakota. She saw Marley’s mouth moving but nothing was coming out.

“It was 4 years ago! Let it go! I know it still hurts but you’re just killing yourself. You grieved! It’s time to move on! She would want you to!”

“Ok Marley I think you said enough.” Remi stepped in with Carson.

Sage caught the last of Marley’s rant and it killed her to admit that she was right, so she simply met the eyes of her best friends and nodded that she would go.

The next night Carson kept close to Sage, trying to convince the girl it was ok to grieve and to stay home if she wanted. Sage pushed it aside and mainly sat at the bar all evening. Listening to her classmates hoop and holler, music thudding through her core.

She opted for the sparkling cider and mocktails because they were Dakota’s favorite. Alcohol wasn’t Sage’s friend and even it’s wicked power of mind erasing, Sage wasn’t into it. She just sipped her drinks and looked through her albums of her and Dakota, counting down to the exact time she had passed.

“Hey darlin? Wanna dance?” A preppy male voice called standing over Sage.

“Not interested.” She replied coldly.

“Come on sweet cheeks, let’s party!” He tried again.

“I said no.” Sage never looked his way. She wouldn’t give this guy the satisfaction of entertaining the idea.

“Hey doll!” The boy said snatching Sage’s phone, finally getting her attention.

“Give it back!” Sage hissed.

“Give me a kiss.” He laughed leaning down towards Sage.

“You’re drunk.” Sage backed away at the putrid odor.

“Awwww look guys! Is that you and your girlfriend?” He said looking at Sage’s Lock Screen. “You guys look like a couple of bald freaks!”

Sage snapped and smacked this goon so hard his head should have spun around. He shook off the hit and slammed the phone to the floor, shattering it into pieces.

“My phone!” Sage winced out before looking back to the goon who decided to throw a punch towards Sage that connected below her eye. It was a weak throw, mainly due to his inebriated state, but it still hurt and Sage, trying not to tumble and cry, found her foot resting firmly between the goons legs, sending him to the floor.

“Sage!” The girls come rushing over after the commotion, “Are you alright?”

“My phone....” She whimpered trying to collect the pieces.

Carson and the girls helped pick up the pieces and they apologized to Sage over and over while leaving.

“Hey! Wait up ladies!” A man called out catching them outside.

“Listen, tell your friend we will sue if he tries anything else, my dad is a lawyer. Hell, he will be hearing from him anyway for hitting Sage.” Marley barked out getting in the guys face.

“Easy easy. I’m just here to give her this.” The man extended Marley a roll of cash.

“This is $2500?” Marley spoke.

“Yeah. Some to get a new phone and the rest is just to say sorry. Don’t worry we took it from his wallet. It’s the least we could do.”

“Well. Thanks, now scram.” Marley hissed waving her hand in annoyance.

The suite mates made it home and Sage locked herself in her room. She looked at her luggage in the corner all ready to go and then to her smashed phone. This was Dakota’s night and she couldn’t even relive her memories through her phone. Stupid jerk she thought. $2500 wasn’t near enough to fix the emotional strain he caused.

Sage figured there was nothing left at school now, she graduated and it was best if she left as soon as possible. She had to get back to Boston to see Dakota.

She checked her watch, it was late but she didn’t care. She wrote up three farewell notes to each suite mate, thanking them for their awesome four years and wished them good luck. She heard the suite go quiet and taped the notes to their doors and took her luggage with her. It took a trip or two to load her car but she got it without waking anyone.

The road late at night was calm and peaceful. It was just her and her thoughts. She could finally mourn Dakota without interruption. But her eye continued to swell and bother her so she took some minor pain meds as she fought the pain and sleeping urge.

It was a longer drive than she recalled, most likely the dark and her sleep deprived body made it seem that way, but the sign for the cemetery perked her up even more as drew closer to the city. The closer she got to Dakota the more at peace she felt, she found herself closing her eyes behind the wheel soaking up the feeling of her lover.

She was in her own world now, a world she learned to tap into just for herself and Dakota. It was just them and no one else. She was so in tune to it, she never knew a drunk driver swerved over the line and hit her head on.

The transition was seamless, she was with Dakota in her own happiness.

“I’m afraid I have to go now.” Dakota spoke slowly disappearing.

“Dakota wait! I’m not ready to go yet!” Sage cried watching her girlfriend leave once again.

“It’s ok Sage, just wake up.”

Sage opened her eyes and found herself standing outside of the graveyard. It was daytime now, and she kept hearing her name.

“Sage!!!!” It sounded like Mateo. So she followed the voice.

“Sagggggge!!!” Now that was Lennox.

Sage smiled at the realization, “Ok guys, very funny.” Sage looked around but still couldn’t find the two voices.

Instead, a dark figured man appeared behind her, scaring the daylights out of her.

“Ok, this isn’t funny anymore. Who are you?” She said cowering away.

“I’m death Ms. Woods.”

“Death? But I’m not dead!?”

The man came closer and took her by the arm, opening up a portal with two paths, “Pick one.”

Sage pointed to the one on the right first, drawing her into a funeral in session.

The entire city looked to be there. As well as her mother and The Winchester’s. A funeral that seemed like Deja vu.

“Why did you bring me back to Dakota’s funeral?” Sage questioned.

“Look closer.” Death spoke.

Sage heard Mateo and Lennox calling her name like before and watched them this time. They weren’t trying to scare her, they were mourning her. As she focused on the tombstone, the name was her own, Sage Woods.

“That’s impossible! I can’t be dead!? How can I be dead?”

Death opened the portal and took her to the image on the left, “You were suppose to select this one first, like a book? Left to right.”

“Excuse me for not being very literate right now.” Sage yelled as she was brought to her car crash.

“Watch.” Death spoke pointing to her car.

Sage watched in awe as she saw her soul leave the car and rise to the clouds. “So if that’s my soul? Why am I here with you?”

“Why do you kids always ask so many questions? Look you’re dead and I’m showing you it’s true. Now I’m here to bring you to the afterlife.”

At the snap of his fingers, Sage found herself on a cloud outside of a great city in the distance. There was a gate and a man and a woman. One dressed in black and the other in white. Angel and a demon perhaps?

“Welcome home Ms. Woods. I’m Archangel Pariah and this is Demon Mezaya.” Then man spoke, “Here are your clothes.”

“Wait? Why are they gray?” Sage asked.

“You child, are an unclaimed. Unclaimed are typically mortals who end up here and have to earn their right to be a demon or angel.” Mezaya spoke.

“Up the path, the road splits into two paths, stay to the left. It is for the unclaimed. The other road leads you to the citadel.” Pariah said opening the gate.

“And what’s in the citadel?” Sage asked.

“When you are chosen to be an angel or demon, the citadel is an oasis for your own personal heaven. You can create your own and intermingle between others and their heavens.” Pariah added.

Sage kept on the correct path and ended up in a smallish town like place. It was cute and quaint, definitely old, but beautiful. There was hardly anyone about, but something was calling her to a building in the center of the town.

It was a feeling she couldn’t describe, it just felt right, it felt like...Dakota.

Sage entered the building revealing it to be a restaurant jam packed with unclaimed and a few angels and demons. And just like the new cowboy in town, as soon as she entered, the music stopped and all eyes where drawn to her.

A cup falling and shattering made Sage look at the source and came face to face with...

“Dakota.”

[spaced-out-imagines]

The Mentor’s Child (a multi-chapter Shinsou x reader fic)

Next Chapter

warnings: none!

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A/n: At long last here it is! Sorry for making you guys wait a little longer than what I promised but I wanted to make sure the intro was good. I hope you guys enjoy and continue to support this fic!

You groaned as your alarm went off, flinging your arm out blindly to find your phone. You finally managed to grab it and you brought it to your face, sliding the notification to turn off the alarm. You then threw it beside you and buried your head in your pillow, trying to sleep for just a few more minutes, but before you could one of your dads burst into your room.

“Y/n! Time to get up sweetheart!” Yamada yelled excitedly. You groaned and put your pillow on top of your head, however your father pulled it off a second later.

“Just a few more minutes papaaaa pleeeeease,” you said sleepily. Your blankets were so warm and you didn’t want to leave your little cocoon.

“No can do kiddo, you have to go to school today. Also if I let you fall back asleep you won’t wake up until noon,” he said cheerily. Yamada reached under the covers and pulled you up into a sitting position, ignoring your groans of protest.

“Fiiiiiine. I’m up, I’m up,” you said as you waved your arms a bit to make your papa let go of you.

He did just that and left your room to allow you to get ready for the day. You rubbed your eyes as you got up from your bed, a slight shiver travelling down your spine as your feet touched the cold floor. You walked over to your closet to grab your uniform before tugging off your pajamas and slipping on the outfit. You then went into the bathroom next to your room to brush your teeth and to tame your messy bed hair.

After struggling with your very stubborn hair for a while, you wandered into the kitchen where you were greeted by the sight of one of your dads sitting at the kitchen table and the other bustling around as he finished making breakfast. Aizawa looked up at you as he sipped his coffee, he looked tired but then again he always did.

“Morning,” he said in his usual deadpan tone. Yamada also chirped in with a “good morning!” as he set down the last of the plates onto the kitchen table. 

“Good morning,” you greeted back as you sat down in your usual spot at the table. Yamada sat down right after and all of you all began to eat peacefully, the only sounds to be heard was the clattering of utensils and the occasional chatter from your papa.

As you were finishing up Aizawa suddenly hummed, causing you and Yamada to look up at him. He swallowed the food in his mouth before he looked up at you and said, “I forgot to mention this yesterday, but I need you to meet me at the training grounds after school today.”

“Uh okay sure,” you replied, confused but not too surprised. You would often train with your dad, and while it was uncommon for him to ask you to meet him right after school, you figured he just wanted to get in an extra training session.

He nodded at you in thanks as he got up from his seat to put his dishes away. You and Yamada finished soon after, getting up at the same time and meeting at the sink to quickly wash the dishes together. Yamada hummed as you both worked and you were reminded about how grateful you always felt that your papa could easily fill in an awkward silence.

“Are you gonna be home late today?” You asked when he passed you a plate to dry.

“Afraid so kiddo. Gotta go to the radio station tonight,” he replied as he gave you a sad smile.

You playfully flicked some water into his face causing him to squawk. You chuckled and went back to drying the dishes. “It’s fine papa. I know how busy you can get.”

He gave you a grateful look and said, “I’ll make sure to play some of your favourite songs tonight.” Your eyes lit up at that causing him to laugh.

You finished drying the last of the dishes before you and Yamada went to meet up with Aizawa in the front hall of your house. You all grabbed the things you needed for the day and headed out to the car.

You slipped into the back seat as your dads got into the front, Yamada sat in the driver’s seat while Aizawa settled into the passenger side. Your papa turned on the radio, singing along as he drove. You hummed along faintly, your voice almost drowned out by Yamada’s but not quite. Your papa and you both shared the same love for music, however you were less boisterous than he was. That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t sing along though.

The rest of the ride passed by in a similar manner, you singing along with Yamada as you stared out the window. At one point during the drive Aizawa had fallen asleep, even with the noise. Your dad could sleep through anything if he wanted to, you were sure of it. 

Soon enough you arrived at UA, and Yamada quickly parked the car. You grabbed your bag and jumped out, while Yamada attempted to wake up his sleeping husband. You flatten out your uniform which had gotten rumpled in the car before looking back at your dads. They had just gotten out of the car when you said, “I’m going ahead, I’ll see you guys later.”

“Okay! Hope you have a good day honey!” Yamada called as he grabbed his own bag.

“Make sure you come to the training ground later,” Aizawa reminded you. You simply gave him a thumbs-up as you walked towards the building to go to your classroom and meet up with your friends.

After a few minutes you reached the 1-C classroom and you opened the door before stepping inside. You plopped down into your seat and settled down. Just after you finished taking out your notebooks and materials a body tackled you, almost knocking you and your chair over.

“Heeeeey Y/N!” the person said as she squished your cheek against hers while giggling.

You smiled and patted one of her arms which were wrapped around you. “Hey Kazue,” you replied. Your friend’s smile simply grew even larger as she laughed again.

“Geez Kazue, you need to relax you could have killed them,” another voice said. You looked up as your other friend walked over. Akihiko gently pried Kazue’s arms off you as he stood beside your desk. Kazue scoffed and took her hands back from Akihiko’s grasp. She perched on top of your desk and shared a look with you, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Nah it’s fine Aki. Kazue is just showing how much she loves me.”

“You got that damn right,” she said as you two high-fived without looking away from Akihiko. The three of you burst out laughing a couple of seconds later, quieting down after a minute or two.

You sat in silence for a second before Kazue’s head whipped around to look at you. “Oh! Y/N do you want to come with me and Aki to the arcade after school today? Rai challenged me to a game marathon and you know I could never let him beat me,” she said. You smiled at her, she was always so energetic.

“Sorry Kazue. I have to meet up with my dad after school so I’m gonna have to pass for today,” you replied.

She pouted at you, “awwwwwww okay.”

Akihiko looked at you curiously. “Why does your dad wanna meet up with you right after school?”

“That’s exactly what I was wondering,” you said as you leaned back in your chair, “he simply told me to meet him at training grounds.”

“That’s strange,” Akihiko said with a raised eyebrow. Kazue nodded in agreement and mentally you were nodding along. It was strange but your dad has made stranger requests so it’s easier to just not ask at this point.

You were about to say so when your teacher walked in, signaling the beginning of class. Akihiko and Kazue went to take their seats and you shifted so you were actually sitting properly. You sighed. Time for another long day of classes.

(...)

You walked down the halls of the school, making your way to the training grounds. You hummed one of the songs your father played on his radio station. It was a new song and it had quickly become one of your favourites, although you loved all of your father’s songs regardless. You quickly reached your destination and you stopped your humming. You quietly opened the door to the grounds, stepping through.

“Dad? I’m here like you asked,” you said. As you looked up you suddenly saw a bo staff hurtling towards your face. You yelped and brought up your arms instinctively to block it. The staff hit your arm and clattered to the ground. You rubbed your arms for a second to soothe the ache before bending down and picking up the bo staff. You looked back up with a raised brow, shooting your father an unimpressed look.

“Really?” you drawled.

Your father at least looked slightly sheepish, although it was hard to tell the difference from his normal tired look. “Sorry Y/N. I didn’t notice you walked in or else I wouldn’t have knocked Shinsou’s staff in that direction.”

You hummed before finally looking at the other figure in the room. You instantly recognized him, he was in your class after all. Bright violet hair and eyes with heavy dark circles under them. He was dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, a very different look than the uniform he was usually required to wear. You almost snorted because standing next to your father they looked strikingly similar. 

Shinsou shot you a confused look, probably wondering why you were there. Internally, you were just as confused. You knew your dad was training a student, you just had no idea who it was. Also if he was training with Shinsou today than why did you have to be there? 

The both of you looked at your father. “Why is Shinsou/Yamada here Sensei/Dad?” You said simultaneously, the only difference being a couple of words. Shinsou turned back to look at you, his face showing he was even more confused than before. “Dad?” he said, looking at you incredulously. 

Aizawa sighed, already tired of this situation. “Shinsou, this is my child, Y/N,” he said as he gestured to you. He then looked at you again and said, “Y/N. You’re here because I decided it would be helpful if you could help me train Shinsou.”

Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but stare at your dad for a minute.

“Excuse me what now?”

[clumsyracconking]

A villain

Ch.4 (952 words)

Same warnings as usual, I’m a sucker for found family, I wrote most of this chapter when I was sleep deprived and high, with that being said I like this one.

Tags: @keigo-a-gogo @magical-girl-04 @imacowboy3

“Oh my God I am not wearing that!” Hawks yelled at Dabi who was holding out what looked to be a pancho. “Well it’s either wear this or dye your hair.” Dabi said slightly frustrated, he had shit to do. “Fine I’ll dye my hair.” Hawks muttered angrily, why did he have to change his look. He was fine with new cloths but not a fucking poncho. “So do you have any hair dye?” He asked Dabi, really wanting to go out. “Yeah, I do.” Dabi said quietly, walking to the bathroom. “Do I even want to ask.” Hawks said, mostly to himself because he didn’t really care what Dabi said. As Dabi pulled the hair dye out from under the sink Hawks saw a huge briefcase that looked slightly like a first aid kit. “Sit.” Dabi said, gesturing to the edge of the bathtub. As Dabi expertly applied the hair dye to Hawks’ hair he thought about how it was too quiet. “What kind of music do you wanna listen to?” Hawks said with his phone already out having beaten Dabi to the punch. “I don’t care you chose, just don’t put on some sad shit that would make this more awkward than it already is.” Dabi said focusing on Hawks’ roots first. After a few seconds voices and music came through the phone, again not what Dabi expected. As he heard the all too familiar guitar riffs come through his phone Hawks began to relax, no longer expecting Dabi to cremate him today. Dabi of course mostly going by muscle memory was done with Hawks’ hair fairly fast and in no time the pair were looking through the city ready for a fight. “So” Dabi said, gesturing toward a random yakuza in the alley beside them. “Hey man what’s up.” Hawks said to the man as he started to walk fast down the alley. “Awww, I just wanted to be friends.” Hawks said as he threw one of his feathers at the man's head decapitating his head clean off. “Damn” Dabi said, slightly afraid of Hawks’ lack of remorse. “Well c’mon then, there's more we can do before tonight, if we’re lucky we can catch a hero on patrol.” Dabi could barely fathom what Hawks was saying, he honestly thought it was all a joke or some mission, but no the bird man was just insane. “K then” Dabi said not really knowing what else to say, as they walked around taking out anyone who they didn’t deem innocent leaving one or two feathers at a few of the bodies instead of burning them like Dabi usually would just so they would know it was Hawks. Once they got back to Hawks’ place a thought dawned on him “I won’t be able to live here anymore.” Hawks said to Dabi, and he was right the #2 hero had to go missing, he couldn’t just stay in the same house. “Fine get your shit, we’ll go to my place.” As Hawks gathered some clothes in a backpack Dabi noticed him looking around, but not for something scentimental. As Hawks looked around the room for the small tupperware he had put in there full of cash right after he had moved in.

 As the two walked into Dabi’s apartment they found Shigaraki sitting in the tinny kitchen. “Found some feathers, but you already knew that didn’t you.” Shigaraki said, gesturing to Hawks. “You left feathers here, what the fuck dumbass.” Dabi said, turning to look at Hawks. “Oh my God, what the fuck does it matter. It’s not like I’m gonna go report y’all, we literally just killed at least 5 people!” Hawks said loudly, slightly pissed wondering if he would always need to prove himself. “5 people?” Shigaraki asked, looking at Dabi and cocking his head. “It was definitely closer to 10, Hawks wasn’t really counting, just having fun.” Dabi said, looking at the ground not really wanting to look either of them in the eye. Fun, Shigaraki thought, what the fuck happened to Mr. #2 hero? “Damn, I honestly thought it was less, oh well.” Hawks replied to Dabi, setting down his stuff and going to the fridge, standing right in between Shigaraki’s legs to reach the top shelf that held a bunch of energy drinks. “Bro, do you mind?” Shigaraki said to Hawks looking up and him but only ending up with a face full of crimson feathers. “No thanks crusty.” Hawks said, chugging the energy drink as Dabi tried to hold back a snort. “What the fuck are you even doing, do you want to become dust?” Shigaraki asked Hawks expecting him to say no and walk away but instead Hawks just said “Yes please thank you very much.” Hawks said not even batting an eye as Dabi broke down in laughter, barely able to breath Dabi decided to say one word. “Kinky,” Dabi said, laughing on the floor even louder than before. Simultaneously both Hawks and Shigaraki both replied with “Oh shut up will you.” Maybe they would get along better than they had previously thought. After being grilled by Shigaraki, Hawks was cleared and also called insane a few times. As Hawks settled into his new life with the league he made it very clear that he would do what he wanted or he would leave, he refused to have a repeat of what happened with the heroes. Some days they would all sit around letting Toga do their hair or nails while Shigaraki entertained them playing his video games, and some days they would all go out and cause chaos. Hawks liked this whole family dynamic, he had never really had a real family before.

[chappedandfadedvds]

Jan 21st, Thursday 23:44

He felt his eyes bruning as he watched the game get closed by Lucas beside him. 

It was late and for the last hours they had been constantly talking. 

Right after dinner with Kes and Isa, to talk about the weekend and them arriving tomorrow. Lucas was already looking forward to have his friends over. They would visit Antwerp for the first time, unfortunately inmidst the pandemic, which therefore menat that they’d only get to see the trip from the station to Jens’s place. Maybe another time, it would be a little more exciting. 

Still, the sole fact that Lucas could hug his best friends tomorrow, was enough to forget about the rest.

And then at around nine the two both had bid their goodbye and switched towards the large group chat on discord, for some good ol’ Among Us.

Jens had been a bit wary as Lotte had joined them to talk to Isa, but fallen asleep halfway through the conversation. She had rested her head in his lap, as she had made herself comfortable. His blanket covered her whole and her breathing was even. He had brushed through her her for a while until he was with his friends.

Because it was loud and chaotic and constant talking and yelling over each other, especially as they were busy playing. Jens had been worried that it would wake his little sister. But she seemed to really be out of it. Hadn’t even moved, when Sander had screamed at Milan’s betrayal two games in.

Amber had voiced her adoration at the sight of the´m three huddled together on Jens’s bed. He silently had agreed to the serene bliss that showed on the little video on the screen in call.

With Lotte sleeping on one side, her head buried on his stretched out legs and Lucas to his left, pressed against Jens, it really looked domestic. The younger boy’s head fell onto his shoulder every time that Jens was taking control of the player. They were too many for the lobby anyway, so they had decided to switch back and forth between games at the start.

However, as the energy had subsideded and a pleseant weariness had made them all agree to stop for tonight, the group was still in call for a little while, just talking, checking their phones. Some already ready to go.

„Guys? Do you have like a minute left?“ Jens voiced, with Lucas turning around in curiousity. The same one that was instantly displayed by all of his friends given him their full attention. It was a bit fightening to suddenly be faced by complete silence. „I just wanted to tell you something real quick.“

Like whiplash, Jens was quickly swamped by everyone giving him words of encouragment to continue. It was hard to distinguish between the voices cracking over the speaker.

„Alright.“ 

„Of course.“

„Take your time.“

„What’s up, Bro? Spill.“ That last one, definitely had been Moyo.

„So. I know that I had been really distant, especially over the last couple of weeks. And thank you so much for sticking with me. I know I can be a dick. I didn’t mean to ghost you all. I just needed time to figure myself out.“ 

Sander looked as if he wanted to say something, but Jens just went on. He couldn’t stop here, or he would decide to defer this onto some later date. But he had promised Lucas to change, and this would be one of the steps to take. 

In all honesty his friends at least deserved that.

„This really means a lot to me. Especially since I havent really talked about everything that is going on. I promise you to do that, not today though. I hope you won’t be mad. But uhm, I actually meant it in the cabin, when I said that I will raise Lotte on my own.“ Jens paused for a second, his gaze dropping to the sleeping figure in his lap. He knew he had made the right desicion back in december. „So Today I got my court date to see the judge, who will hopefully grant me the complete guardianship over her. And I‘m really nervous.“ Jens ended and exhaled. He said nervous and it was the truth. On one hadn how his friends would react and if they would accept it. 

It certainly would complicate future plans. He couldn’t just spend a couple of weeks with them on trips, or go to spontaneous parties, or stay out after school, just because he felt like it. He knew it would change their dynamic. And he was afraid that he would loose his friends along the way.

„Wait, what? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?“ Lucas asked, simultaneously confused and surprised. It took Jens a solid minute to figure out the reason. Right, he hadn’t told the younger boy about it yet. 

„Because we were busy with other stuff.“ 

He realised to late, that this could be falsely construed. The whole voice chat was already in a struggle of wheezes and laughs as Jens quickly tried to take control back. „Calm the fuck down. With dinner. Jesus. Honestly. It was dinner preperation.“

„Yea. Only work and definitely no time for dick with this one.“ Lucas added unhelpful to the situation. It was a clear reference to the song they had listened to. The one that anybody else obviously haden’t and therefore could only worsen the glee in their eyes. There were high screeches and gasping lungs fighting for dominance on speaker.

Lotte briefly shifted, but nothing else.

Jens watched and waited. He could see Amber’s and Moyo’s wide eyes, while Milan, Jana and Robbe were clutching their stomachs. Sander only shook his head in feigned dissapointment as he grinned.

„Alright. Glad you all are having a great time.“ Jens pouted, despite the amused smile that gave him away.

„Sorry.“ Milan said, the laughs finally started to abate, only the occasional giggle slipped up.

„When’s the date?“ Yasmina chimed in. An angel, if anyone would have asked Jens. Everyone’s attention swiftly back on Jens, who pulled his phone out to check the mail once more. He definitely should write it down somewhere. 

„On the nineteenth of February. So a little under a month. Alex, our lawyer, tried to get one as soon as possible, because of the urgency with my mom. But yeah. That’s not that far from now, I guess.“

„Do you know, if it will be a hard to win?“ That was Zoe , Senne next to her, both rather calm inmidst the chaos his other firends displayed. He always felt a little like talking to parents, when they looked at him like this in unison.

„I don’t think so. We had all other potential adults sign a waiver and I’m eighteen. The only uncertainty could be financials, but that is unlikely. I have the house and inheritance and my father’s allowence. Still, it could go wrong.“

That’s what caused his nervosity in the first place, the sheer possibility that something could take Lotte away from him.

„No, it will be fine. I’m pretty sure. You have always been great with Lotte.“ Robbe stated acsolutely assured of his words, while Jana nodded in agreement in the video next to him.

Jens felt his heart ease up from tension. He was so thankful for his friends. Most of all Robbe. How had he deserved to find his best friend and keep him over all these years?

Even if everyone would leave at some point, included Lucas or anyone who would follow, Jens was frighteningly sure, that Robbe and him would stick together til the end. He couldn’t even place the reason for his strong belief. His best firend has just always been there next to him. The one constant in his life, since they met in first grade. 

„Robbe?“

„Yes?“

„I love you.“

Jens watched with great joy the face of his best friend, that brightened up into the brilliant smile that always lifted Jens up as well.

„Bro!“ Aaron declared, immediately accompanied by a stunning choir of awws and oows.

Lucas laughed next to him, his head resting again on Jens’s shoulder. He loved the weight. It meant that he wasn’t alone.

„I love you too.“ Robbe replied, still cheerful and grinning, yet certainly confused at the out-of-the-blue confession. Nonetheless both their declarations absolutely genuine in intent. Jens pondered if he ever had said these words on their own, and infront of others on top of it. But he just had felt right to say them out loud.

„Okay. Good night, everyone. Thanks for staying.“

„JENS! NO! You ca“

The audio of Luca screaming into her mic cut off, as Jens hit the red button to end the call. Quite pleased with himself. He knew that his friends weren’t satisfied with him just leaving. But it just was too funnny not to.

„So what do we do now with her?“ Jens said, pushing the laptop away, before lokking down at Lotte.

They settled on letting her sleep with them instead after Jens had suggested to carry her over. But of course Lotte had woken up from this and not the shouting voices minutes before. She had complained until Jens had told her that she could stay, to which she had asked for a goodnight kiss by both of them, before she sprawled herself across Jens’s side of the bed.

Lotte was back asleep not a minute later.

And though Jens rather would have had liked Lucas and him alone on their first night together after a week, he guessed that that would be some unfortunate part of his life now. He had said that out loud. And Lucas had only laughed on his way out to the bathroom, followed by Jens’s grumbling voice.

„Oh shut up. As if you hadn’t thought the same.“

__ __ __ tagged: @odi-et-amo85, @tayspots

[wwwafflewrites]

Never Fear (The Winchesters Are Here)

Stars in Your Eyes

"Sam, I don't have a good feeling about this."

Sam waved his flashlight around the porch of the house. "Neither do I. But this is our only chance to gank this shapeshifter before it moves to the next town."

"I just have a gut feeling." You met eyes. In the shadows, they were a deep, compassionate brown. 

"You don't have to come if you don't want to."

Well, that wasn’t happening. "Forget it," you huffed, nervously stepping into the front yard. 

"I mean it. If you aren’t comfortable, then I can do this myself. I'll understand."

"Don’t be stupid. I’m coming with."

Sam's eyes lingered on you before nodding slowly and turning away, keeping the flashlight pointed at the door as he approached it. When the door handle didn't turn, he fished his pockets for his lock pick.

Meanwhile, you stayed on guard, anxiously looking into the dark street like you expected a jump scare. You hugged yourself as the icy breeze bit through your jacket, saying, "I hate this."

"My offer still stands."

"Your offer still sucks."

He shut up, leaving you some time to ponder about the case.

One who was oblivious to the supernatural might believe the MacDonalds—and, yes, Dean had a blast poking fun at their surname—were just an unfortunate family. It was a small home—or were small homes now, you supposed—containing two divorced parents and their only child.

Knowing that the shapeshifter would strike tonight, you had to split between the two households. Dean took to the father, meanwhile, you and Sam took the mother, knowing that the entire family went for a therapy session.

Dean's little parody, 'Old McDonald had a therapist' played into your head. At most annoying, if a little pitchy.

The break-in, you suspected, was exactly where the shapeshifter was getting all his DNA to shift.

Most people didn't realize the trauma that came with a theft, and you had the misfortune of experiencing it. You once lost trust in the lock of door—lost trust that it would hold or that you could sleep in peace knowing that you were alone. All because a werewolf-witch hybrid decided he wanted your heart, and not in a sexy way. But that was another story. 

Thankfully, now, you felt more at ease with the Winchesters—though that didn't mean you couldn't relate with the poor family. Break-ins were terrifying.

And not only had there been one break-in, but two. The shifter had been in both homes, which put an even larger strain on the family's relationship. They quickly turned against each other, throwing accusations and lawsuits to feel more powerful. When really, they were both victims.

It was really an unfortunate situation for everyone involved.

You shook your head. "I can't even imagine what that kid went through. I wouldn't doubt they were trying to get him to take sides. Just imagine your parents doing that to you. I could never."

Sam gave you a funny look. "Can't really imagine. Both of my parents are dead."

Oh, damn. You should have known. "I'm so sorry—"

Sam shrugged. "It's fine—you didn't know. Anyway, it was… years ago." He looked uncomfortable. "Can we focus?"

"Yeah."

Sam jiggled the thing in the lock, and when it clicked, he straightened, slowly pushing the door open, slightly wincing as it creaked. He crept forward, entering the home and shining his flashlight on possible hiding spots in the shadows, wary of anyone that could be inside. 

You followed close behind, unwilling to split up like people do in horror movies. Thankfully, Sam didn't mention it. Perhaps he felt the same.

"This is so creepy." The house was giving you the heebie-jeebies. There was a narrow staircase which slowly disappeared into the darkness of the upstairs, and none of the lights would turn on with the flipped switch.

"Huh," Sam said, bouncing the flashlight in his hand. "Guess this will have to do."

"You got a second one? Not a big fan of the dark."

You could nearly see the gears turning in his head. It was no secret you were afraid of the dark. Ever since, well, multiple unpleasant experiences. 

You probably needed a therapist more than the MacDonalds—but Dean had rubbed off on you, always talking negatively about those 'shrinks'. 

Anyway, what was the point of a therapist when you always had to lie to them? It wasn't like you could ever tell them the whole truth—you'd be sent to an insane asylum.

Even PTSD wasn't worth that.

Sam hummed, patting his pockets. "Nah, Dean took it. We'll have to share." Then, to your surprise, he handed you the flashlight.

You blinked. "Thanks."

He took a lighter from his breast pocket and shrugged. "No problem."

You stepped further into the house, feeling bolder with the flashlight in your hands. The light fell over a cabinet, and with it, two framed photos alongside a small lamp.

Sam was your shadow, peering over your shoulder at the cabinet. He reached a hand, tracing over the dust of the family photo. The eyes of the child were flashing gold.

You stared. And stared some more. "Well, that’s…" you trailed off.

"...yeah," Sam agreed.

"His eyes are..."

"...yeah."

You both briefly took in that information. "So the kid was…"

Sam's mind was on the same track. "I'll call Dean," he said, walking to the kitchen and using his lighter to see the buttons on his flip phone.

You scanned the room, waving the flashlight until it illuminated a thin gooey membrane on the bathroom floor, which trailed out into the hallway. "Oh, god, no," you said. You inched closer, shining the light down on the mound of slimy shapeshifter skin on the tile.

"Sam!" you called, running back to the main of the house where you nearly crashed into him.

"We need to go," you both said simultaneously.

Sam pointed to the foggy window where red and blue lights had replaced the black abyss of the night. "Save your I-told-you-so's. We need to get out of here. Now," Sam said.

As you made it for the backdoor, he grabbed your arm. "No," he pointed to the kitchen. "Window." 

The kitchen window was a decent sized opening. He climbed through easily, and you tumbled out after him, terrified to your core.

The lights were almost blinding.

An officer shouted, his silhouette darting out from the shadows. You hauled yourself over the tall wooden fence, just a hair behind Sam, right as the officer caught up.

A gloved hand grabbed your arm. 

Like a deer in a bear trap, you fought as they tried to secure your wrist. "Help me, help, help, help," was all you could cry as Sam ran back. You struggled to wrench your hand out of the tight grip; punching at it, but it was like iron. You could see more officers were nearing.

Sam set fire to the officer's hand with his lighter, but it still didn't let go. Smoke rose and you finally stabbed the hand with your silver knife. 

The officer shouted and released you.

You and Sam sprinted down the grass to the sidewalk, feet rapid, aiming for the line of trees on the horizon. The forest would provide enough cover for the police to lose sight of you. 

It had turned into a footrace.

You tried to match your steps with Sam, but his legs were longer and stronger than yours. You weren't a poor runner by any means, but he surpassed your endurance by a long shot.

So did the officers, apparently, as they were gaining ground on you.

You were just a step behind Sam (who was hardly breaking a sweat), struggling to keep your distance between you and the advancing officers.

Your breath was hot, your lungs already burned, and you lost your pace. Sam noticed and grunted, glancing at you from his peripheral. It was just a little noise, but it brought the strength and energy back into your step. 

The trees were a few blocks away. Just a little further, and you could catch your breath in the shadows.

You let out a strangled yell as your nervous system completely frizzed, seizing and crumpling to the ground in a breathless heap.

Sam shouted your name.

You blinked up, dazed and confused. What… what was… was I shot? What...

The officer was ordering you to put your hands behind your back, waving a yellow device at your chest. 

A taser. One prong dug into your chest, while the other was deep in your leg. 

And the officer was at liberty to light it up again.

You complied, slowly bringing your stiff arms back, so they could cuff them. And from the scuffling to your right, Sam was doing the same.

You could take on monsters any day, but three officers with loaded guns and tasers? It wasn’t a fair fight.

This officer was seemingly much more pleased with himself in comparison to his partners. He lugged you up beside a planted tree, not to be confused with the woods, which was standing ten feet away. How irritating. 

His eyes flashed golden, and you tensed under his hold. 

"You’re the shapeshifter," you breathed.

"Must you spoil the surprise?" All at once, he raised his gun and killed the other officers with two resounding bangs.

You screamed.

Sam stumbled in his handcuffs, which had him secured to the chain link fence to your left. His eyes were like saucers as the officer arresting him dropped dead at his feet. "What… why… why did you..." he asked, stunned. “You’re the…”

You bit back another scream as the monster put a knife to your throat. The blade’s edge was cold, just enough to be painful against your skin.

Sam's hazel eyes were dark. "What do you want?" 

His cuffs were far too low for him to stand, so he had to awkwardly hunker down. It looked uncomfortable.

The maniac had the blade right against your jugular. All it would take is pissing this guy off, and it would be over—you'd be dead. 

"You’re going to give me the demon knife," the monster demanded. His hand was dripping blood from where you'd stabbed him.

“How entitled," you said.

The knife pressed harder. “I don’t care what you have to say, girl. Sam Winchester has the demon knife, and I want it.”

"Well, good luck, chuckles." You spat, "Because Sam sure ain’t going to listen to you."

Sam’s brooding, however, didn’t waver.

The shifter trailed the knife along the veins of your neck. "It wouldn’t be hard for me to kill her.”

"He's bluffing," you said, and you fell on the wet dirt, choking back a scream as he lit up the taser.

He leaned in, his breath warm on your ear. "Not bluffing,” the shifter said. "I just have better things to do than pick fights with noble Winchesters." His eyes flashed. "My only exception is the knife. It’s the demon knife, or it's her. You choose."

"Sam…" you warned. " Sam don’t—" The shifter pulled the taser's trigger, and you keeled over into the dirt, trying not to cry. "Sam—" you tried in vain. You were met with another interval of several long, excruciating seconds.

Getting tased felt like a full-body charley horse. Pitchforks instead of prongs. Portable Hell.

Little tremors still ran through your arms. You wanted to tell Sam that you couldn’t let the knife get into the hands of this psycho, but from the look on his face, you could tell he was thinking the same.

It wasn't that the knife mattered to you (because it didn't, you had angel blades that worked just fine against demons) but it was that the knife would matter in the shifter's hands. This guy was clearly unhinged.

You were all for killing demons, but giving any kind of knife to this guy just put a bad feeling in your gut. If there was anything you'd learned today, it was that your gut had a pretty good intuition.

"This can go on..." he sighed. "Though, I'm not sure how long a human heart can take this." 

“Enough.” Sam finally said, glaring. "We'll give you the knife."

"Oh, you're not giving me anything. You're going to tell me where it is, and I'm taking it."

You couldn't let Sam tell him where it was. "What do you want it for, anyway?" you snarled. "It can’t be of any use to you. You kill people, not demons."

"Sure, it’s of use to me. Demons are scum on the earth. They kidnapped and tortured my family, and the knife is just what I need to avenge them.”

“So that gives you the right to hurt the MacDonalds? What would you want with them anyway?”

The shifter laughed. “Oh, all that? That was just a case to reel you guys in. I knew you’d follow the little ‘omens’. And then you’d see the skin I left so clumsily by the dumpster, and you'd talk with the parents and find out that... oh, wow, their stories aren’t matching up about each other—how could I have been so messy? Silly, stupid shifter.”

He smiled, resting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing. “You know, it was funny watching you do the whole 'monster test' on the parents. It was cute. You’d never assume it was the child, would you?”

The photo on the cabinet had been from before the parents had divorced, so this guy must have planted himself for at least four months, doing whatever he pleased until the Winchesters got wind of his ‘mistakes’.

“Honestly,” he said. “I couldn’t care less about the MacDonalds; I was just biding my time until the infamous Winchesters showed.”

Sam’s lips were curled in disgust. “All this for a knife?”

You noticed a shadow twitch from behind Sam and in the line of trees. So small a movement that if you blinked, you would have missed it.

The shifter sneered. “Rather hypocritical, coming from someone who would do anything for their family. Would do anything to get the Colt to kill the devil.”

“That’s a lot different—” Sam argued. 

Again, you saw something move in the woods.

The monster cried, “No! No, it’s not! These demons—they’re slaying my kin. They’ve ruined everything, and so have you! All you’ve ever—”

You intervened before it got out of hand. “You know what? Fine. I’ll tell you where it is,” you said. “After all, just a knife, right Sam?”

Sam’s expression became one of absolute  bewilderment. “What? What are you...”

“Where is it?” The blade dragged down and dug a little harder at your collarbone.

You couldn’t help but smile. “You’ll find it in Hell.”

Dean Winchester took the shot. 

The silver bullet hit its target on point. Right through the shifter’s heart, and the monster crumpled, its skin already peeling.

Dean ran over, shotgun slung over his shoulder. "You guys okay?!"

"Yeah. The crazy shifter wanted the demon knife.” Sam nodded. “Lockpick in my left pocket."

"Got one already," Dean said, waving his. "Why didn’t you just give the knife to him? You guys look like he beat the shit out of you." He worked on picking Sam's cuffs.

"I had a bad gut feeling," you grunted. "He would have killed us afterward." You were in a daze. Your muscles were rigid and they smarted like a bitch. Your skin was tingling. 

Dean glanced your way, and when he saw your condition, left Sam the lockpick to do the rest himself. "Jesus—hey. Kid? Hey, hey, you gotta stay awake."

"M'fine," you groaned. "Just really sore."

"What happened?" His eyes flitted over you.

"Zzch zzch zzch," you mumbled, imitating the noise. "Taser. Not fun."

"How many times he get ya?"

"Too many."

Dean angrily worked the cuffs off your wrists. "That could have killed you."

You knew he was referring to your time with the werewitch, which left you with a few heart complications. You shrugged. "Didn't."

Sighing, Dean hauled you up. "All this for a gut feeling?"

"He would have actually killed us if we let him get his way," you said, leaning into him. "Could see it in his eyes."

Dean threw your arm over his shoulder. "You gonna recover?"

"Damn right, I will."

"That'a girl."

[oureuphoria]

Worst of You - JJK 05

You meet him under horrible circumstances but that doesn’t stop you from developing a very abnormal and completely unsolicited crush on your local hot police officer™. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. Oh, and he has a lifetime’s worth of emotional baggage at 23.

Or

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know that you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X  collegestudent!reader

Word count: 2,521

Note: If you don’t imagine that vine of the kid taking a sip of his mother alcohol when Y/N takes a sip of the wine then I will be very disappointed. 

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It was 3:15 and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. You decided to play a game to distract yourself but you (ironically) lost track of time prompting you to completely miss Jungkook’s arrival which prompted him to watch you curse at geometry dash for a good 7 minutes. He cleared his throat to get your attention which startled you, enough so to have you fumble your phone to the ground with a loud bang that had a couple of people looking your way.

“So, where’s my congratulations cake?” You asked while simultaneously checking your phone for blemishes. Fortunately, the screen wasn’t cracked, unlike your cool moments ago. “The best I can do is a muffin, take it or leave it.” You giggled in response but the sound mellowed down into a soft silence. It wasn’t awkward at first but you quickly got fidgety under his stare.

“So I needed at least 90% to maintain my 4.0 GPA but I got 89.9% and my professor refuses to round it. Can you arrest him for that?” The question may have sounded playful but you were in no way kidding. One more slip up and you could kiss your scholarship goodbye. “No. Y/N, 89% is great, don’t stress.” You nodded with a forced smile that Jungkook hadn’t noticed (or if he did, he didn’t comment on it) and for that you were grateful.

“Look, I know this is kind of sudden but I need a favour?” You hummed in reply, gesturing for him to continue. “Do you think you could baby sit my kids.” You dropped your phone again in shock and Jungkook facepalmed in shame. “My brother’s kids! Not mine, I don’t have kids.” He reached for your phone while you did and your hands touched for what could be described as a split second. You - being the melodramatic pre-teen that you are - had to suppress the urge to squeal at the very minor touch.

“How old are they?” You loved kids (aged 3-9) but babies scared you and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. “My niece is 7 and my nephew is 4.” “I can babysit them but are you sure your brother won’t mind?” Jungkook winced at the mention of his brother. He was quiet for a moment before he started shaking his head disapprovingly. “We just won’t tell him.” His fear was almost comical and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t afraid the sound would break him.

“They’ll be in good hands. Trust me.” And he did, he just hoped his older brother would too. “So, when am I babysitting them?” “This Friday, if that’s okay? They’re staying with me for the weekend but I have a work dinner scheduled that night so if you could occupy them from around 6-10 that’d be great.” You gave him a thumbs up in approval, mouth full of strawberry cheesecake. “Thank’s Y/N. I owe you.”  

You didn’t mean to leave your roommate in the dark about the two children that would be occupying your dorm for a few hours but the entire ordeal slipped your mind. In fact, when Jungkook showed up on Friday, you had been completely unprepared. “Oh, hello…” You waved at the kids who moved to hide behind their uncles legs - an act you remember doing before you were too big to hide behind people. Once your eyes had trailed down though, your focus shifted to Jungkook’s gorgeous thighs and your thoughts took a sharp 180. He was clad in black trousers and a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt and to say you weren’t practically drooling over him would be a lie.

“Okay, Luna take care of your brother. Alan, don’t break anything.” He lectured them cutely and you wondered how he ever managed to yell at hardened criminals with that soft face but you’d seen him mad and he definitely wasn’t a force to be reckoned with. The children nodded dutifully and you couldn’t help but smile. They were so small and cute and you were quickly finding yourself becoming quite excited to hang out with them.

“They both haven’t had dinner yet but you can feed them anything, Luna is really well behaved but she can be a bit sassy. Alan has an issue with grabbing random things but if he gets too out of hand just give him his iPad in his bag, he’ll know what to do. Okay, thank you so much. I have to go, bye!” Jungkook spoke so fast that you almost questioned if he spoke at all. You turned to the kids with a sheepish smile and a simple question to break the tension. “So, who want’s to play Just Dance?”

After a night of G-rated video games, McDonald’s and a very self-indulgent amount of baby Yoda, both kids were finally asleep on your couch and Alex had just gotten home. “Hey, who are the kids?” She quietly set her keys down before walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water, her eyes trained on the mini people draped over your couch. “They’re kids I’m babysitting; for a friend.” She nodded absentmindedly and you assumed from her quiet demeanour that something was off. You decided to ignore it. “So, um, we have a dorm inspection in a month. You should probably clean your room.” She waved you off with a nod and a flick of the wrist while she made her way to her room. You sighed and looked at the sleeping kids. “She’s not going to clean her room is she?” You whispered to particularly no one.

It was around 11pm when Jungkook eventually showed up. He scooped both of the sleeping kids into his arms and bid you farewell without a second to spare. The apartment suddenly felt empty and a nagging headache began to become apparent.

You let yourself fall back onto the couch with a huff, this was the life you were destined for. You were everyone’s second choice. The back-up plan, the plan B. You were a constant in a world that was continuously changing and yet you weren’t even a good one. You couldn’t dwell over your uselessness for long though. You had a paper to write and feelings for Jungkook that you needed to get over.

Unfortunately for you, Alex was upset and when Alex is upset she does some pretty reckless things. Like, calling her ex-boyfriend, for example who is now not so quietly comforting her in the only way he knew how. The Jimin way that always - without fail - keeps you awake for far longer than you anticipated.

You walked into your morning class the following day with a giant cup of coffee and a pair of sunglasses to hide the pain that glowed in your baggy eyes. You couldn’t keep the glasses on during the class though and just as you took them off, Jimin rushed to make a snarky comment.

“You look like death today.” “I blame your high pitched moaning, daddy.” Jimin might’ve been aroused by your use of his (not-so) secret kink but you looked like you wanted him dead and the venom dripping from your voice proved it. “At least I’m getting laid.” You rolled your eyes and decided to not press further. The two of you could argue till the end of time and in that moment you just needed to focus until the end of the class.

After 96 dreadful minutes of your human anatomy teacher’s droning, you managed to make it out of the class alive but not without catching the attention of William who was now chasing you down no matter how hard you avoided his gaze. “Hey, Y/N.” You smiled forcefully and hoped that your exhausted exterior didn’t come off as bitchy - but that was a stretch. “The officer told me that the attacker had no motive for doing what they did, so don’t worry, they’re not out for you or anything.” William smiled, laughing a little at the joke you seriously didn’t mean to crack. Did you even make a joke? You needed sleep, and fast.

The rest of the day went pretty much the same. You continued plaguing your college campus like a cast member of the walking dead with barely any purpose and motivation. Because the world hated you, you didn’t get home until 6pm and your exhaustion pretty much decided you’d be skipping lunch and dinner for whatever semblance of sleep you could get.

You were in the midst of brushing your teeth through the dull ache of your tiredness (because dental hygiene is important, you’re not scared of the dentist), when there was a knock on your door. You assumed it was Alex who had a history for forgetting her keys but when you opened the door, clad in iron man themed pyjamas, you were met with Jungkook who was visibly, not Alex.

You might’ve asked something like why he was here or how he got through the building door but your toothbrush was still in your mouth and the situation was getting awkward. “Get dressed, I’m taking you to dinner.” You gave him a weird look as you held your hand out to ask him to wait. You rushed to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth before returning to the door which Jungkook was leaning on to tell him, “but I brushed my teeth.”

Jungkook scoffed at your excuse with both astonishment and annoyance. “It’s 6pm.” He retorted while his eyes skimmed your very small dorm to sit on your even smaller chair. “I wasn’t planning on eating!” He waved you off before taking out his phone. “Go get dressed so I can repay you for the babysitting.” You gave him a small glare, although you were hungry, you were more tired and all you wanted to do was sleep. “Couldn’t you have just given me $20 like any other person?” Jungkook doesn’t move his stare off his phone while he replies. “Where’s the fun in that? Now go get changed.”

You stuck your tongue out at him (even though you knew he couldn’t see it) before stomping off to your room to change into something more appropriate. Judging by Jungkook’s choice of fancy attire, this was probably going to be some fancy restaurant where you couldn’t pronounce anything and everything cost more than your rent so you decided to wear a light pink dress. You didn’t spend that long getting ready, in fact 90% of the time you were trying to fit all of your necessities into a tiny (impractical) purse because it was the fanciest thing you owned.

“You seriously wore a dress with sneakers?” Sure, expecting a compliment or a simple wow, Y/N may have been a little delusional but you certainly were not expecting him to insult your precious pink Fila disruptors. You didn’t reply as you trudged behind him with a scowl on your face.

“Where are we going, anyway?” You asked with a voice laced with annoyance as you stepped into his terrifyingly fancy car. You didn’t even want to know how much that thing costs to insure. He didn’t answer your question which you found pretty rude but the glare on his face stifled any complaint you were going to make. You watched Jungkook drive which would’ve been a lot more innocent if he wasn’t smirking every 3 minutes and annoying you even more.

The entire drive was composed of awkward silence and unanswered questions before he eventually he pulled into  bright driveway before getting out handing his keys to the man who ran the valet service.

Wait, valet service?

“This looks expensive, honestly I would’ve been fine with the $20.” You whispered to Jungkook before you walked inside but all he did was chuckle. “Y/N, it’s fine, it’s just a restaurant.” That, was a blatant lie. It was one of the most renowned Italian restaurants in New York and it was incredibly hard to get into but of course you didn’t know that so you were up for a pleasant surprise once you opened the menu.

“Oh shit, this is no-price-on-the-menu fancy.” You whispered to no one in particular but Jungkook picked up on the incoherent sound. “What?” “Nothing!” You quickly squeaked out. You were not going to let a simple menu intimidate you. Unfortunately, the entire thing was in Italian and you failed all the language classes that you took in high school.

“Order whatever you want, yeah?” Jungkook was hoping you weren’t intimidated by the prices but unbeknownst to him, that was the last of your concerns. You nodded slowly; too focused on trying to comprehend what the menu said. “You know what, I’ll just get whatever you get.” Jungkook looked at you with masked concern that you wouldn’t have been able to notice if not for his revealing eyes.  “Why? Do you not like Italian?” “No, it’s not that. I just don’t know what’s good here so, I trust you.” You lied straight through your teeth with a cunning smile that even had you fooled. Jungkook nodded and didn’t say much more. “Well, I usually get the steak.” You could feel the panic settling in. You hated steak - with a passion.

“I lied, I don’t know how to read this menu at all.” You blurted out before he could call the waiter and braced yourself for his degrading laugh. He did laugh but you were thankful for his guidance after. He explained pretty much the entire menu to you before you decided on getting some kind of pasta.

After Jungkook had ordered, (you’d rather stay out ordering food unless it’s completely necessary) another waiter followed quickly after and asked if you wanted any wine. Jungkook nodded but the waiter assumed it was for the both of you so he poured you a glass as well. You watched Jungkook’s eyes widen in fear when he noticed but before he could say anything the waiter was on his way. You looked at the glass with obvious fascination that Jungkook was positive on shutting down.

“Y/N if you drink that I will literally arrest you right here." “Yikes, okay, I’m sorry.” Your apology was sarcastic but he relaxed nonetheless; a mistake, on his part, because you were immediately picking up the glass to take a sip anyway. “Y/N!” You didn’t hear Jungkook berating you over the deafening scream of your tongue as the disgusting liquid went down your throat. “That was horrible, how can you drink that?” You spoke through your coughing fit while Jungkook carefully removed the glass from your grasp, calling a waiter over to take it away and bring back a coke instead. “You’re an idiot and now a convicted felon.”

You gave him a sheepish smile in return. “I was curious…” He shook his head in disapproval but didn’t press further; he found it hard to stay angry at you. You spent the rest of the night trying to make him laugh with your really (subjectively) funny dad jokes. He didn’t laugh but you blamed it on his dead sense of humour which Jungkook thought was a reasonable excuse.

“Y/N.” You cocked your head up to look at him with a frustrated expression. Who knew pasta was so hard to eat? “What?” You tried to say though it came out muffled as you tried to eat. “It’s sad watching you eat.” “It’s not my fault the pasta is so slippery!” He grabbed the fork out of your hand and effortlessly spun the pasta around your fork. You scoffed in astonishment but Jungkook decided to ignore your frustration. “Open.” You felt like a toddler, Jungkook (a grown man) was feeding you (an allegedly grown woman) pasta because you couldn’t figure out how the mechanism worked.

After you finished eating, the room was engulfed with an awkward silence. The distant voices and the clatter of cutlery filled the void although it wasn’t nearly enough. “So, you up for dessert?” You shook your head quickly, you were so exhausted you could’ve sleep right on the uncomfortable chair. “I’m too full.” Jungkook nodded and asked a waiter for the bill. You curiously tried to take a peek at the total but Jungkook snatched the bill towards him before you had the chance. “Think of it as payment for taking care of my niece and nephew.” It seemed like a little too much for just babysitting but you knew there was no point in arguing with him.

The entire car ride was quiet. You were too busy trying to conjure up the courage to ask Jungkook out (properly) and Jungkook was too busy trying not to crash the car. The moment his car was in front of your building, you blurted out the question before you could stop yourself. “Jungkook, can I ask you a question?” He was a taken aback by the abrupt question but he nodded nonetheless.

“I um… I like you, a lot and I just don’t want to get my hopes up and expect anything from you because that’s unfair and of course I don’t expect anything now I just…” You trailed off once you realised you had been rambling but  Jungkook didn’t seem to notice. His expression seemed entirely indifferent and you wondered if you had even confessed at all.

The silence was getting incredibly uncomfortable so you tried to diffuse the situation you had unwillingly created. “It’s fine if you don’t! It’s just a crush. I’ll get over it eventually so really-” Halfway through your rambling, Jungkook crashed his lips onto yours and you froze. Now, you’ve been kissed before, but never like this and the lack of warning shocked you enough to have you accidentally bite the poor man’s lip. “Ow. What the fuck Y/N?” You began apologising profusely while he held his lip and though the mood was definitely ruined, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay?" “I’m fine. Goodnight Y/N.” You were about to leave the car before you quickly turned around and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then you hurriedly screamed ‘thank you’ and sprinted into your dorm building. Jungkook drove away with his heart heavy and his mind racing. He may have just ruined his entire plan.You on the other hand just realised you never got an answer.