#this is compensation for the angst i posted a little bit earlier

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

it starts with one kiss—just a simple, fleeting peck on gojo’s lips. nothing special, nothing dramatic. at least, that’s what you think.

but the second you pull away, you see the shift in his expression. his grin turns playful, eyes gleaming with something dangerously mischievous.

“oh?” he hums, tilting his head. “that’s it?”

before you can react, he moves. one kiss lands on your cheek. then another. and another. soon, gojo is pressing rapid, exaggerated smooches all over your face—your forehead, your jaw, your nose, even your eyelids.

“you think you can just kiss me once and get away with it?” he teases between kisses, voice muffled against your skin. “absolutely not. this is what you get.”

you try to push him away, but he’s relentless, hands holding your face in place as he showers you with affection. his lips trail down to your neck, pressing a few extra, dramatic pecks before pulling back just enough to smirk at you.

“what? don’t tell me you’re shy now,” he chuckles. “should’ve thought about that before you kissed me.”

you glare at him, but the heat on your face betrays you. gojo only laughs, diving right back in for another round of attacks.

[starlight-citadel]

Inch by Inch ~*

Summary: What happens when two men who constantly hate each others guts do when they are stuck in an elevator? Tags: OC x Canon, Modern!AU, Wanderer is named Kiyoshi, Rivals to Lovers, Fluff, A little bit of angst, Office Workers A/N: Oh my God, this fic was stuck in my drafts for a good while. This is my first time posting my fanfic in a long time. I hope that everyone enjoys it. I accept constructive criticism and positive feedback! Word Count: 1843

It was a hazy moonlit night and the young man was getting ready to go home for the day. Raimon sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. He had to put in some extra overtime for being sick earlier in the week. To him, it was another night of mediocrity. When he finally reached the elevator and pressed the "Down" button, he took out his phone and went onto one of his many dating apps. He checks through each one, seeing who replied and who didn't even bother messaging. No messages received, his inbox tells him. Not even the cute guys that he messaged first bothered to make a response back. Another sigh gave out along with a roll of his eyes. Another day of not finding the one. The hopeless romantic that he is, he often wonders when it will be his turn to find that special someone. The one who will help him to show that he doesn't have to go through life alone and that can help make it more interesting. A sudden beep from the elevator broke him out of his trance and the doors opened. There in the small space was Kiyoshi. Now, he was tempted to roll his eyes again.

​"What are you doing here, Kiyoshi? Aren't you on the other side of the building? Where you belong?" I grumbled, trying not to be so loud.

"If you really must know, Makoto wanted the documents from last month's earnings and I had to show her how to properly present the findings to our bosses without her looking like a complete goof."

Raimon can only glare at Kiyoshi for a bit. I could tell he was sneering at me without even looking. Anyone could tell that he takes his job seriously and that he lets his emotions get the better of him. If it weren't for that cute face of his, he probably would've been fired a long time ago.

What am I even saying?

"Sucking it up to the boss, are we? Are you trying to compensate for something?"

"Aren't you just trying to do the bare minimum just to get by?"

"Well, no one appreciates hard work anymore! Why should you?"

Before Kiyoshi can retaliate, the elevator that they were on made a large thud followed by a small grinding noise. The lights flickered on and off as the two men grabbed the bars on the sides while the elevator came to a complete stop.

"Uh oh..." Raimon looked at the other man, bewildered by what just happened. "Did that happen what I think just happened?"

Kiyoshi can only sigh. "Isn't it obvious?" He then pressed the "Emergency" button, but there was no response.

"Well, that's just great. Here I am wanting to spend a relaxing evening at home, but instead, I'm stuck on an elevator with my worst rival!" Raimon kicked a bit before choosing to sit on the floor.

"Well, isn't that sweet? Who knew you cared so much about me?" Kiyoshi looked over with a smug smile, only to dissolve with a little hurt when Raimon was focused on getting his phone out of his bag.

"Well, if you're going to stop pretending to be butthurt all the time, I would like some peace to myself, please, sir. I'm sure security will notice that we are gone and they will try and rescue us." Raimon sat back after putting in his earbuds and let the beautiful jazz music fill his mind with wonderful scenarios to help calm him down.

"You're one to talk. That big oaf in the lobby must be sleeping in his chair." Kiyoshi mumbled to no one in particular. Not knowing what to do, he decided to take out his files and began reading them over, highlighting any changes that he wants to make once he goes back to his desk. Several minutes of this went by and Kiyoshi glanced over at Raimon. His figure barely moved and the man's eyes were closed, trying to bring himself to peace.

I can't bring myself close to this man. He is so annoying. But at the same time, why do I want to get to know this man better? What is it about him that's so intriguing?

Kiyoshi, with his curiosity getting the better of him, moves closer to Raimon to see what he is listening to. Stealthily, making his way to look at his phone, he notices that it was off. Kiyoshi can only pout before getting the idea to turn on its screen. He slowly moved his hand towards the phone until he felt a hand on his face pushing him away.

"What are you doing?" Raimon growled at the other male. Kiyoshi's heart jumped and quickly moved away from him. The words that he wanted to say were not there. I'm sorry for trying to get close to you. I just thought that you were really cute.

"I'm sorry. I was trying to get a mosquito on your cheek."

Raimon didn't know what to make of it. He scooched his body to sit up straight all while eyeing his elevator companion. "Thank you. Although if I didn't know any better, I thought you were trying to touch me in a romantic manner."

Kiyoshi stifled a laugh, a bit more high-pitched than usual. "Now, what gave you that idea?" His voice cracked a bit, but Raimon shrugged it off for now. Now it was his turn to be naughty.

"Hey, Kiyoshi. Did you know that if a person gets close to someone they like, their body temperature gets a bit higher, their palms get a bit more sweaty, and their heartbeat starts racing?"

"No, I did not know that... Why are you getting close to me?" Kiyoshi tries to move back, but the walls of the elevator prevent him as Raimon moves closer inch by inch. He then turned his head away and shut his eyes.

"Get away from me. I know what you're trying to do."

"Well, you have no one to blame but yourself. After all, you started it and I've gotten curious." Raimon stops on his knees before extending a hand over to Kiyoshi. "You might as well say it. We have no idea how long we're going to be stuck here and I'm just going to keep poking at this situation until I get what I want."

Kiyoshi turned his head back to face Raimon before rolling his eyes at him. "Alright, fine. Only to get you off my back."

He then got on his knees, just like Raimon and took a deep breath. "For a while, we've silently become rivals in the office, always trying to one-up each other and always trying to achieve our goals first. You know that, right?" Raimon nodded his head in response.

"Recently, though, I've been having these strange feelings where I feel somewhat... warm around you. Like, I don't even know what to call this." All Kiyoshi could do was look at the floor, not knowing what else to say. That is until he looked up to see Raimon looking at him, all starry-eyed.

"Uh, what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing. Although, you basically described yourself as having a crush on me." Raimon can only smirk before transforming into a full smile.

"What?! I don't have a crush!"

"Yes, you do. You have a big, FAT crush on me." Raimon then poked the center of Kiyoshi's chest.

"No, I don't." Kiyoshi shoved the other male a bit as he looked away from him, crossing his arms.

"Oh, yes... you do." Raimon decided to cup Kiyoshi's chin to move his head back to facing him. Unbeknownst to him,  Raimon gave a powerful smug face. Kiyoshi's teeth clenched and his brows furrowed as he pushed Raimon away from him.

"Aaah! What was that for?" Raimon's voice was a little short of breath and he rubbed the back of his head, considering that he did hit it against the floor.

"You are such an uptight, pompous, arrogant, little prick!" Kiyoshi yelled out, his eyes closed shut from the whirlwind of emotions flowing through his head. Not knowing what to do as he found himself on top of Raimon, his arms pinned down the beefy male.

"Hey, only three of those things are correct."

Still not knowing how to respond, Kiyoshi could only turn away from Raimon, getting off of him, and sob in silence for a bit.

Wanting to help, Raimon inched a bit closer but still kept his distance "Hey... it's OK. I'm guessing this 'crushing on someone' thing is brand new to you, isn't it?"

"It's not that. It's just that I've never been with someone like this. All this time, I've never met anyone who is as driven and competitive as you. You bring out something in me that I haven't felt in a long time."

Raimon's eyes widened a bit and he fidgeted his thumbs for a bit, thinking carefully. "Well, perhaps when we're not stuck in an elevator, maybe you and I can go out somewhere? Like say, a walk by the beach? Just so we can actually get to know each other better."

Kiyoshi stared at the other in amazement. Never had he fallen for someone that sounded as understanding as him. "Yeah... I guess it would be nice."

"Then, we're all set for that. I just hope we don't get stuck again like on a boat or something."

Kiyoshi chuckled a bit. "OK, that was weak."

"Yeah, but I still made you laugh." Raimon chuckled as well and his cheeks were painted a deep red, as were Kiyoshi's. The two men couldn't stop staring at each other for a bit until Kiyoshi broke the silence.

"Well, what else are we supposed to do?"

"I can think of a few ways." The two got closer together. That is until they heard a loud groaning sound coming from the elevator doors. The security guard as well as two other men pried the doors open.

"Oh my God, finally! You have no idea how I wanted to get out of here! This guy was driving me crazy." Kiyoshi got up from the floor as Raimon was left there, his mouth agaped from that comment.

"Well, that was unnecessary." Raimon mumbled.

"I'm sure it was." The security guard gruffed. "You two better head on home."

"Thanks, man." The two then walked out of the building. Raimon looked at the sky, noticing that there was still daylight.

"Hey, Kiyoshi. We still have some sunlight left. You want to head to the beach." Kiyoshi was about to respond, but his stomach started growling.

"No, I think I'd rather go and have some dinner."

"Well, we can always go by that new restaurant that just opened. Djafar's, I think it was called."

Kiyoshi smiled a bit. "Yes, I think that's how you pronounce it. Come on."

Raimon smiled a bit as the two walked side by side. Both excited and terrified for what their new relationship is to come.

[holdmytesseract]

Fate Can Be A Lousy Traitor

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: All you wanted to do was search for Daryl - and then you and the rest of the group find themselves in a seemingly hopeless situation. You’d die now. You were sure of that. Negan and the Saviors were going to kill you all. But before that happened, you wanted to tell Darly something very important...

Set in Season 6/7!

Warnings: Negan? A lot of angst, I'd say, TWD stuff, fluff, mentions of pregnancy

Word Count: 2,3k

a/n: I promised y'all another Daryl oneshot, didn't? 😅 Well, here it is! I'm so sorry I didn't make it to post it earlier... 🙈 As compensation, you get a second part of this oneshot! 😁 I hope you like this one here! I just LOVE the drama! 😊

Here's Part Two!

Daryl sat on the stairs to the porch of the house we shared, staring at his feet, hands clasped together. The events of the previous days had left its mark on him. Especially the death of Denise. I watched him from the window, cup of tea in my hands with furrowed brows. I felt incredibly sorry for him, wished I could take the pain and those oppressive thoughts ghosting through his mind away. With a sigh, I emptied the cup and placed it on the sink, before I decided to join him.

Gently, I closed the main door behind me and stepped cautiously over to him, slowly sitting down beside him. "Hey..." I whispered, placing a hand on his forearm. Daryl lifted shortly his head to look at me, before he continued to stare at his feet. I stayed silent for a few moments, just watching him with a compassionate expression. "It's not your fault." My words caused Daryl to snort out a breath. "Yeah, isn' it?" I shook my head. "Yes. It isn't." I saw how he clenched his hands into fists. "It always isn' my fault, right? You all say this every damn time - but it's a lie." He started, swallowing hard. "It is my fault. Always has been..." Denise would still be alive, ya know... All I shoulda done was kill that prick when I had the chance." Daryl snorted out a sarcastic laugh. "But what did I do, instead? I was so stupid and helped 'em. I bloody saved 'em..." I sighed, hated how he took all the blame – again. It was an accident. It was not his fault. "Come 'ere." I mumbled and opened my arms. The archer looked at me with his troubled, desperate blue eyes, fiddling nervously with his fingers. "C'mon." I gently urged him on again to just give in and hug me. I know that he needed it. He swallowed, hesitated for another moment, but then gave in and literally fell into my arms. I hugged him close against my body, held him for a while, before I spoke up again. "It was an accident, Daryl. Maybe you should've killed him, yes. Maybe not. Maybe it would've happened anyway. We don't know... But what I sure know is, that it wasn't your fault. They hurt you, punched you, shackled you - but you decided to let them live. You helped them, did what you think is right. You're a good man, Daryl Dixon - and Denise knew that." I heard him taking a deep breath, before he retreated from the hug. "Okay?" The archer nodded meekly. I gave him a small smile and a soft kiss on his lips, then stood up again, ready to go back into the house, but he held me back. "Y/N?" I turned to face him once again. "Yes?" "I love ya." An even brighter smile darted over my face. "I know... And I love you, too." With a last look at him, I went back into the house.

What I didn't see, was that Daryl had reached into his trousers pockets and fished out the little metal name plate, Denise had gotten in the small shop they were, before she got shot. He clenched his jaw, gripped the name tag tightly and stood up, heading straight for his bike. I realised way too late, that the sounds coming from the street was his motorcycle. When I realised it, I ran out of the house and down the street - but it was too late. "Daryl!" He was already gone... I knew, of course exactly what was on his mind and where he wanted to go - and I didn't like it one bit. It was headless. It was dangerous, but it was also a thing Daryl would do. "Shit!" I cursed, knew very well how much was on the line. So much more than Daryl knew. So much more than the group knew. I couldn't lose him. I just couldn't. And that fear of losing the man I loved, caused my emotions to run wild. In that very moment, I made a decision. Without hesitation, I packed my backpack, stocked up on weapons and headed straight for the gate of Alexandria. Unfortunately, I wasn't the only one who noticed what had happened and where Daryl went...

"Y/N!" Rick yelled after me. "Y/N!" I didn't stop, neither turned to face him, just walked strictly straight ahead. "Y/N, stop!" Unfortunately, was Rick quicker than I was... He caught up to me and grabbed me by my arm. "Wait!" "No!" I tried to free myself from his grasp. "Let me go! You won't stop me!" But Rick didn't budge, of course, held me in a death grip. "I have to! I won't let you go out there alone! I won't let ya walk straight into a death trap!" "I don't care! I have to find Daryl! I need to find Daryl! I won't let him die out there!" Rick shook quickly his head. "And we won't. We are goin' to find him, I promise, but you are not goin' out before we didn't come up with a plan - and you are certainly not going out there alone." I clenched my jaw and gripped the gun in my hand tighter. "You can't boss me around, Rick! I do what I want to do! Not what you want me to do! You're not my dad!" "That's right - but you are my family!" I looked him deep in the eyes, staring at him without blinking. "And so's Daryl." I hissed, before I ripped my arm out of his grasp and turned my back to walk away again. Rick was like frozen to the ground for a moment, before he came back to his senses and followed me once again. "Daryl is my family, too! And I swear to you, we will find him! We can't just act headless now and you know it!" "He may be your family, but he is so much more for me!" I spat back, looking over my shoulder. Rick ran after me, came to walk beside me. "I know, Y/N! He is your boyfriend, but-" I stopped abruptly in my tracks and pinned the former sheriff harshly against the metal wall, taking him by surprise. The adrenaline coursing through my veins made this possible. Nevertheless was I quite a bit surprised that I made to do this. "He isn't just that, Rick! He is so much more!" For the second time I stared in the man's eyes opposite me, who swallowed hard. I felt how tears pooled in my eyes, before a single one ran down my cheek. "He is..." I inhaled a shaky breath and glanced shortly down. "He is the father of my baby, for God's sake!" I let him go again. "Do you understand now?!" Rick's jaw slackened, mouth falling agape. "Y-You're..." He moved his lips, but no words came out, so he pointed at my stomach. "Yes." I breathed out, trying to prevent even more tears from falling. "That's why I need to find him." Rick stared at me for another second, "Alright..." before he started to nod. "Alright. But you won't go alone. Take somebody with you." "I'll go with her." Michonne's voice suddenly sounded from behind us. "Me too." Glenn came to stand beside her. "I am going with you, too. I know where he went." Rosita stated, crossing her arms over her chest. Rick looked at me. "Okay?" I nodded. "Good. Take care. You all." He sent me a last look, before he passed us by. So, the four of us took a car and started to search for Daryl.

To that point in time, we all didn't have a single clue that each and every one of us ran straight into a trap, set by the Saviors. We already slept with one open at night, after everything that happened... But none of us didn't see that coming. None of us awaited to look the death himself straight in the eyes on that very night...

My whole body was shaking, when we were all told to kneel down by a man with a moustache. We were surrounded by the Saviors with not a single chance to escape. To my sheer horror, wasn't it just me, Glenn, Rosita and Michonne... Oh no... It was almost the whole group. I didn't see Daryl, but I couldn't point out if that was a good sign or a bad sign. We had no other choice, knelt down on the cold, dirty forest ground. I was at the end of line, with Rosita to my left. "Get that other asshole as well!" The man with the moustache shouted. Two Saviors went immediately to one of the cars - and dragged out a man I knew so very well… "Daryl..." I gasped in relief. But then I saw the crimson red stained blanket around him; saw how his shoulder was completely covered in the red liquid. There was still blood trickling down his arm. My eyes went wide, tears starting to immediately build up inside them. He was hurt... Badly. "Daryl!" I literally screamed, wanted to jump up, but one of the men reacted quickly and held me back, pushed me harshly back on the ground. "Daryl!" I cried out, hands trying to reach for him. He got harshly dragged over to me by another man, who threw him to the ground beside me. "Y/N..." The archer breathed out relieved, but weakly. I scrambled the last few inches separating us over to him and quickly threw my arms around him. He returned the hug with a painful groan. Only then I noticed how weak he actually was - and how pale. He must've lost a lot blood. My eyes fell immediately to his blood-smeared shoulder. "Daryl... oh god..." Tears ran down my cheek, while I reached out a shaky hand to softly touch his shoulder and examine the wound. He had been shot. "S okay, Y/N. 'S okay..." He almost slurred. "Main point is that you are alright." I nodded quickly, taking his hand in mine. "I am... I am." I would've loved to hold him again - longer, and kiss him, but one of the Saviors pulled him a bit away from me, making him kneel, too. But I didn't let go of him. Our hands stayed intertwined. We all knew something bad was about to happen, when the man with the moustache announced with a shit-eating grin, "Let's meet the man!" before he knocked his fist against the side of a trailer. I felt another shiver run down my spine; how my heart hammered rapidly against my ribcage, causing my breath to get laboured. Never ever in my life before had I been this afraid. Never. Not even when the dead took over the living. Daryl seemed to sense my fear. He gave my hand a soft squeeze. I looked over to him - straight into his loving eyes. That was the moment, I decided that it was time to tell him. This was probably the last chance I got. It was now or never. Whatever Negan would do with us, it certainly wasn't going to be a coffee party. Who was I kidding? We were most certainly going to die. So, before I was going to more than likely lose Daryl, I wanted to make sure that he knew.

"D-Daryl..." I whispered, voice on the verge of cracking. His eyes met mine once again - and time seemed to froze. This was it. "B-Before we are going to d-die, I-I want to tell you s-something." The archer shook his head immediately. "Don' say somethin' like that, Y/N. We ain't goin' to die. Not 'ere, not now. 'S gonna be alright." I felt how the tear started to blur my vision once again. "We don't know that." "Y/N, I-" Now I was the one shaking my head. "Please, shut up and listen to me." I interrupted him, pleading. "This is important!" I sobbed in a hushed tone. "I will never forgive myself, if I didn't make it to tell you!" Daryl clearly didn't have the strength to argue with me, so he gave in and nodded, squeezing my hand for the third time. "Daryl..." I started again, with a small smile. "Baby... I-I'm pregnant." I could literally see almost in slow motion, how his face fell in surprise and... shock? His mouth opened and closed, but no words escaped his lips. He needed a moment to find his voice again. My words had left him speechless - understandably. "Y-Yer w-wha'? P-Pregnant?" I nodded, hot tears rolling down my face. "I-Imma be a daddy?" He choked out, visibly trying to fight his own tears. "Y-Yes, you are." A strangled, but happy gasp left his lips, followed by a small smile. He leaned over with a wince, wanted to kiss me - but just before our lips could meet, the door of the trailer sprung open with a squeal, revealing a man with short black hair, a leather jacket and a baseball bat in his hands. "Pissing our pants yet?" He asked with a grin on his face. One look at him was enough for me to know, that this was going to get painful for us. Negan would make us pay and suffer to the bones - and I couldn't even share a last kiss with the man I loved. "I love you." I whispered towards Daryl. "I love ya, too. 'N I promise, I won't let him hurt ya. I'd die for ya - 'n the baby." I smiled softly at his words and gripped his hand even tighter, ready to accept my fate.

[yukihime-mikeys-girl]

Baby steps

CW - angst, abuse, drunk abusive household, guns, death, character death, swearing, yandere-type behavior, toxic relationships, higher deities, devil, suicide, blood, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, blood, character death, pain.

A/N - I apologize for the delay, work was a little hectic this week. As compensation, I plan to post this chapter followed by another 2-3 over the weekend.

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Mikey x OC

Baby steps

You reach home to the sounds of angry yelling. You sigh at the door, before turning the knob. It’s always like this. Either the house is dead silent or there are sounds of yelling or pots and pans being thrown around. Today’s item on the menu was yelling, apparently. You can hear your father threaten your mother that he’s going to light the house on fire and burn her with it. You know this stage. It’s the one where he drunkenly attempts whatever bald faced lie he is spewing. You rush into the house, dropping your shoes carelessly at the entrance, just to find your mother cowering in the kitchen while the mad dog is waving around lighter in the air. They’re both standing too close to the gas line cooktop. Not liking this one bit, you rush into the kitchen, and crash into the bastard. He topples over and waves the lighter at you, while a fresh string of curses fall from his mouth which are not directed at you. You snatch the lighter forcefully from his hands, while ignoring the curses. You help your mother up and take her to your room where you make her sit on the bed. He tries to follow the both of you, but being drunk off his ass, he cannot seem to get his bearings straight and falls down. Cursing and muttering that this is his fate, he lies unconscious on the floor of the hall. Your mother rushes to try and make him go into the bedroom in his drunken state. You are irritated because you just don’t understand how this woman can have so much empathy for a man who does nothing but make her life miserable. You scold her to let him be and ask her to rest. She is too tired to argue and goes to bed. Without eating, you observe.

“There is rice, miso soup and a fried egg kept for you, y/n. Eat it. I don’t feel like eating. I am going to bed.” She says before retiring to her room.

You sigh... you’re not hungry either after seeing the drama unfold, and also partially because you’d shared ice-cream with that Sano boy. You start to feel guilty. Here you were, enjoying life, while your mother labored away in the kitchen and under the insults and threats of the bastard you had to call father. She was growing thinner by the day, you observe. The bags under her eyes are getting more and more pronounced. You don’t know what to do. This stress seems to be catching up to you, seeing as you had fainted in school earlier.

‘Oh crap! The note from the nurse! It shouldn’t come home no matter what!’ you vow to visit the nurse and get it from her before it is posted to your house. You don’t have the heart to trouble your mother with any more problems than what she is already going through.

Taking two servings of the food, you go to her room and see her lying on the bed, with an arm covering her eyes. The lights are still on. You sit beside her with the tray and say, “Eat with me. Else I won’t eat as well.”

She doesn’t make any moves to get up. You wait patiently for her to get up. She always listens to you.

You see tears slowly run down the sides. You start to worry, if this was the very last straw for her.

“Mom?”

Your voice cracks when you call out. She senses it, and quickly wipes her eyes. Getting up, she tries to put on a brave face, saying, “Come on, let’s eat. Cannot have my baby going hungry, now can I?”

You know it’s an act, but you play along, because you know how fragile the façade is. If you poke at it, she’ll burst into tears.

“Yes, let’s eat!” you say while giving her the bigger portions of the food. She giggles a bit, seeing the way you’re giving her the bigger portions. It’s a real giggle. She then exchanges the bowls and takes the lesser one. You whine saying it’s not fair, but she shushes you and just asks you to start eating.

You’re both eating, while you talk about your day with her. She’s surprised, since you never talk about school. You usually would eat in silence, when you’d have such moments, because you had nothing to talk about, but somehow, today, you have a story to tell her.

You of course omit the part about you fainting, and go about telling her, how you had this one person in class who would always keep pestering you. You tell her about how you crashed into him, and then bumped into his face. Your mother seems to genuinely laugh at your clumsiness. You’ve never seen her laugh like this and it’s refreshing to see her happy for a moment. You swear to yourself in that moment, that you will try and let Sano-san into your life, seeing as every moment with him has been exciting. For you, and now, it seems, even for your mother, seeing how she is enjoying the way you are talking about your life.

You tell her about how he asked you for a treat since you bumped into his face and the way you made him a mint choco sundae fan. Your mother seems to have genuinely enjoyed the way you spoke about today’s day. What you don’t know is that, she knows how you’ve closed yourself to others because of the way things went down with your old friends. She knows it’s not healthy, but she didn’t know how to help you fix it. So she was genuinely happy when you spoke about this Sano boy who kept pestering you. It looked like he liked you and maybe, just maybe that would be the push you needed to trust other people again.

So she says, “Looks like this Sano boy is a handful huh!? Although he seems to sound like a nice boy. I’d love to hear more stories about your day like this again.”

She doesn’t push you directly to be friends with him, but the message could not be further away for you. You read the room as your mom being happy because you talked about Sano, and that, maybe having an eventful day and coming back home to tell your mom these stories was taking her pain away.

So much for being the class topper. Sigh...

At the moment, it doesn’t matter since you did reach the same conclusion that your mother had. Try and be friends with Sano.

You both finish your meal and and then you ask her to rest, while you take the dishes into the kitchen sink. She asks you to just soak them and keep, as she plans to wash them in the morning. You go the extra mile and wash them quietly, since you know how tired your mother is. After doing the dishes, you go to her room one last time, to wish her good night. You see that the light is switched off and your mother snoring lightly. She must have been tired the entire day, if she’s conked out so early.

Softly closing the door behind you, you move towards the hall. You see the drunk bastard lying on the floor and you get the urge to kick him in his ribs. However, you know that this will only wake the devil and you want your mother to at least sleep peacefully for a few hours. So, you just walk towards your room quietly.

You change out of your uniform and go to wash your face. As you are tying up your hair, you see something on your neck from the corner of your eye. It seems to be some sort of a tattoo. It looks like a star in a circle, a sort of a symbol. You don’t remember getting one. However sweet your mother was, she was strict in these matters. You’d get scolded, if she saw it. Panicking for a minute, you try to rub it off with soap water, but it does not seem to go away. You start pacing the room thinking about the events of the day.

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You had reached school as usual today. It seemed like it would be a sunny day. The first period went on without a hitch. It was math and you loved math. However, the blonde beside you sighed and sighed with every passing second, irritating you. You hiss at him. When her turns, you shoot him a menacing glare, while moving your thumb across your neck in a slicing motion, followed by your index finger in front of your mouth. You’d tried to sign it to him that he’d be dead if he didn’t shut up.

He just grins lazily and tears a small piece of paper from his book. Scribbling something on it, he passes you the note.

“Do you really like math so much that you want to kill me for sighing?”

You scribble back furiously and throw it in his direction without even glancing at him. He opens it to read, “YES, NOW SHUT UP! LET ME FOCUS!”

From the corner of your eye, you can see him shaking his head in amusement while storing the note in his book and keeping quiet. You are glad that your tactics worked.

A few moments later, you start to feel eyes on you. Turning, you see that he’s put his head on his books, his arms supporting him and he’s intensely staring at you. The lazy smile still on his face.

‘Ugh so much for a peaceful math class.’ You think.

You tear a piece of paper from your book this time and scribble again before throwing it in his face. He is surprised for a moment before he opens the chit.

“Stop staring at me, it’s weird. Let me focus on the class please.”

His grin widens when he reads this. Scribbling back, he gently places the chit on your desk. Tanaka sensei has finished explaining the theorem and has now turned to face the students while reading out problems based on the said theorem.

You are busy furiously jotting down the question statement, when you see the note. You ignore it for a moment, since you are so lost in taking notes. Once Tanaka sensei has finished reading out the question, he turns to the board to write down the solution. Now that you have a minute to yourself, you pick up the chit, and open it.

“Who said I was staring at you? you’ve got the window seat, I’m bored out of my mind and already failing math. I was looking out of the window. You were just in the way, l/n-san :P” it reads.

You are now embarrassed beyond words. ‘So much for thinking that he was looking at you. stupid, he was looking out the window.’

Your cheeks start to heat up at being so self-absorbed. This does not go unnoticed by the said blonde monkey beside you. He’s smug about the way your cheeks are dusted with pink while you try to focus on math. So, he calmly continues to focus on you.

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You do not seem to remember anything after that class until the time you woke up in the infirmary. Something must have happened then. You are sure of it, but try as much as you can, you keep drawing a blank. Your head starts to hurt as you try to recall. So you stop thinking about it and wash your face. After you’ve brushed your teeth and done your nightly skincare routine, you switch off the light and lie on your bed. Your brain wanders automatically to the blonde boy who you’d shared an ice-cream with today. The way he smiled made you feel weird. You think back to the moments when you were conversing with him, and he mentioned Toman. Something ticked him off and he seemed to look dejected till you ordered the ice-creams. Was it something you said?

‘Wait, why am I bothered with what he thinks.’ You groan when you remember why. One, he was the key to the note not coming home, (you needed to know how and get it over with). Two, your mother seemed to enjoy the stories you told her of him, so you had to befriend him no matter what. For the sake of seeing that smile on her face. Groaning out loud this time, you bury your face in your pillow as you think about the next day and how you would have to start being nice to him.

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He had secretly followed you till your house. He’d turned away to walk back home, but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind made him follow you even after you ran away. He hid in a nearby bush when he saw you stand in front of the door with sagging shoulders. He could hear yelling coming from the house. Was this how you lived? He wondered. It was hurting him, to hear the violence that was taking place. He wanted to rush through the door and beat the crap out of the person who was yelling. Suddenly, the yelling stopped followed by a dull thud sound. There’s now a string of curses which are being yelled. He listens intently, and hears your name being mentioned. He sees red when he realizes that you’re being yelled at. But he cannot do anything at the moment. After a while, the yelling stops. Maybe things have calmed down is what he thinks, and starts walking back towards his own house. He’s in deep thought. He had a bad feeling that, the things that he’d heard today and your explanation of why you didn’t have friends seemed to be linked to each other. Kicking a rock dejectedly, he kept walking home, when Draken whizzes by on his bike. Stopping beside Mikey, he grins while teasing again, “Sooo... where are you coming back from, lover boy? Need a ride? Perhaps to l/n-san’s place?”

Seeing that Mikey is still not responding, he looks closely to see Mikey’s face scrunched up in thought. Concerned about what might have brought this on, he waves a hand in front of Mikey’s face saying, “Earth to Mikey. Are you there?”

Mikey finally looks up at Draken, his eyes seem to be empty.

“I had an ice-cream sundae with l/n-san and walked her home. Ken-chin, she does not have a good personal life. I heard someone causing a ruckus in her house. Maybe her father? Or uncle, I am not sure. But it sounded very bad. I want to help her, but I don’t know how. I just know to use my fists and my legs, but I can’t use it in this situation.”

Draken is shocked to say the least. He was sure that you were just a snobby brat, but it just seems that you may be broken, just like Kazutora and this was your way of coping.

“Why don’t you start small and try to get her to be your friend, maybe then, you can get her to open up to you and you can help her. Heck, let me also get in on the action. No selfish bastard should trouble his family like that.” Draken growls. He’s seen Kazutora get stressed and lose his shit whenever it became too much. Keisuke was the one keeping him in check by letting Kazutora crash at his place. Even though he himself had no parents, he was not envious of the way yours and Kazutora’s parents had turned out. The prostitutes who had raised him were better, he thought.

“that’s the thing, Ken-chin. She’s lost so many friends that she’s given up on being friends with anyone. I asked her a while ago, before we reached her place, if I could be her friend, she said she didn’t want it and ran away. I think it might be because I told her that I’m in Toman and that I’m the leader. She seemed to despise delinquents. What should I do, Ken-chin!?” Mikey whined to Draken.

“Maybe, you can keep pestering her, till she becomes your friend, and then get her to meet the guys in Toman. Show her what it’s like, maybe then she might change her mind?” Draken reasons with him.

“Hmm... Well then, let the games begin! I’ll show her that I can be the constant in her life that she deserves.” Mikey says, while hitting his palm with his fisted hand, as if he’s just got the best idea in the world.

“Don’t you dare open your mouth on the fact that you know what’s going on in her personal life. She’s not told you, and you eavesdropped near her house in a bush, she’ll think you’re a creep (she’s not wrong though) and stop talking altogether to you.” Draken warns Mikey while chuckling.

“You really need a beating from me, come here, let me teach you who’s the boss!” Mikey runs behind Draken, as Draken roars his bike’s engine, revving out of sight.

Sighing, Mikey reaches home, determined to make you his friend. ‘Slow baby steps are better than no steps at all’ he thinks.

What neither of you know, is that Tanaka sensei also has his own plans. And things are just about to get a little more complicated but fun.

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@tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang @evesou707

@frogtits1

[harpyloon]

i’ll catch you

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!Reader

Summary: "Up close, Y/N could see the familiar freckles splattered all over his nose and cheeks. He was towering over her like he always did. She used to be the little second year Hufflepuff always idling by the entrance to the Great Hall hoping to bump into the famous Charlie Weasley. Studying on the Quidditch pitch, watching him behind her textbook, captaining the Gryffindor team. Climbing the beech tree by the lake again and again, hoping Charlie Weasley would somehow walk by once more to offer her a hand..."

☞ Curse Breaker reader x Dragon-tamer Charlie Weasley

Warnings: Fluff, sprinkles of angst, dragons (duh), mentions of a dead animal, mentions of dragon eating dead animal (lol), post-war timeline (although not that important)

WC: 4.5k+ , Part 2 coming soon!

Read on AO3

Beautiful rays of golden sunlight were peaking through the blinders of Y/N's cabin. It was going to be a lovely day with the perfect weather to seek out a bit of adventure, and although she was sure she had countless other affairs to address before kicking off with her assignment the next day, a blathering Bill Weasley was not one of them.

"Are you even listening?" his tone was way beyond impatient. "You know what? Don't answer that. I know for a fact that you never pick up anything I say. Ever."

Y/N rolled her eyes as she busied herself with stuffing her socked feet inside a pair of brown chunky hiking boots. She didn't plan on going very far. Her colleagues were currently lounging in the dining hall about five cabins down, sipping piping hot ciorbă, munching on breakfast toast, and relishing their only foreseeable off day before the start of the big dig tomorrow. Some were even dozing off still, earning as much sleep as they could to compensate for the long nights to come.

It's true what they say about grumpy Curse Breakers. But nobody realized that they just spent too much time with their eyes wide open.

"You know, Bill," Y/N mused, "you always call me the drama queen. What does that make you then?"

The floating head over the fire scoffed, "A concerned superior."

"Well, there's nothing to be concerned about."

"Where are you headed?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"No walks," ordered Bill, his face stern.

"Everyone's out and about today!"

"No walks for you."

Y/N laughed. "Oh yeah?"

Bill sighed. He knew trying to be hard-nosed was futile. "No walks alone at least."

"Are you sure there's no bun in Fleur's oven yet?" Y/N teased. "You're sounding more like a papa bear with each passing day."

She heard a soft melodic laugh within the fire where Bill's head was when suddenly, another floating head appeared right beside his. This time, all blonde and very French

"There iz no bun yet, mon cher. But I think he az been practicing fatherhood with you." Fleur gave Y/N a wink. "I 'eard zer are many 'andsome men in Romania. With a leetle beet of exzploring yo—"

"There will be no exploring," barked Bill, sending his wife a warning glance, which she ignored.

"—you might find someone az adventurous az you are," Fleur beamed, "And very macho."

"Darling," Bill sighed, "is this necessary?"

With a flying kiss to Y/N, Fleur was gone.

Shrugging on a light parka, Y/N gave Bill a knowing look, "You see? Your wife said I could use a macho man."

"Oh please. You're in a Curse Breaker camp."

"Hey, there are loads of macho men here."

"Macho enough for you?"

Y/N wrinkled her nose but ignored the question.

"Well, William," she said, emphasizing Bill's full name, "I, am a Curse Breaker in the middle of the Southern Carpathians." Stuffing her wand through her belt loop, she looked at him with finality. "And I am not passing up this opportunity."

"Remember when they assigned you to Egypt with me and you went on exploring? Your exploring is bad luck, Y/N, and I did not assign you to Romania to bring bad luck."

"Excuse you, the Egypt Goblins loved me."

"Goblins don't love wizards," retorted Bill.

"I think they were particularly fond of me."

"You Reductored an entire bloody Pyramid!"

Y/N was losing her patience. She wanted to sift through the mountains in the morning sunlight. Discover hidden caves and wade through cold springs. She had her breakfast way earlier than everyone else for this sole purpose.

"I promise I'll be good."

"Take Weiss with you."

Y/N glared. "Absolutely not."

"Take someone."

"I'm walking out on you right now. Don't forget to put out my fire."

"Y/N."

"I'll see you later!"

"I have to tell you—"

Without looking back, she waved at Bill and stepped out into the crisp Romanian morning.

The skies were bright and cloudless, the sun slowly rising up east. The Curse Breaker camp in the middle of the Transylvanian Alps was in for a late morning. It was quiet, apart from the whispers of the forest beside them; chirping birds, singing crickets, and the distant sound of a nearby stream.

Trudging up the rough pavement towards the foot of the nearest hill, Y/N felt an ounce of guilt seep through as she marveled at the scenery before her. Bill was the reason she got the Romania assignment. She wasn't half bad a Curse Breaker. From an outsider's perspective, some would even call her brilliant. She's aced all her missions in her first year on the job—way ahead of all the others in her year, and was even able to crackdown a dark magic-infested tomb in an assignment she co-lead in Egypt. She was quick, smart, and as brave as the career entailed.

Only one thing stood between her and a good reputation in Gringotts. Her impulsiveness.

She couldn't help it. Y/N's successes partnered with tragedies—accidents; her brilliance came with sheer will and almost violent haste. The problem is you can't think twice Bill would always say. Not everything is done in a snap, Y/N.

Bill Weasley was the only senior Curse Breaker with enough patience to supervise her. It must have been fate or a miracle that had him in temporary assignment at the London Gringotts when she graduated Hogwarts. If she were received by anyone else, or if he were back in Egypt instead, she didn't think she'd ever make it out into the field. Or worse, last a few months.

"I'll be good," she mumbled to no one in particular. Or maybe she hoped that Bill would hear. She'd floo him again later.

Trekking up the slope with hands snuggled warm inside her faux-fur-lined pockets, Y/N inhaled the fresh earth surrounding her. This was her calling. Nature. Adventure. The unknown. She was fantastic with spells and jinxes and once thought of becoming an Auror—but Aurors spent too much time indoors, on desks, drowning in paperwork and tailing dark wizards. She knew in her heart she wasn't born to enforce the law.

On the opposite side of the hill was a deep gorge between two towering mountains and a long serpentine stream. Elated at the sight, she followed the gentle flow of water over the rocks. Without thinking (because when does she ever), she slipped off her boots and socks, and despite the chilly morning, prepared to wade the ice-cold water. She dipped one toe in for good measure—a pause.

That couldn't be right.

Submerging one whole foot into the water confirmed her confusion. Strange. Almost all waterways in Romania led to the Black Sea, if not the Adriatic. Why was it warm?

This isn't the bathing stream she thought. The senior Curse Breakers back at camp had instructed them of assigned fresher areas where warming charms would be cast. She didn't remember this gorge being part of last night's tour.

Ankles deep in the water, Y/N trailed the soft currents. It was deliciously warm. A deliberate contrast to the icy breeze left by the trail ends of winter. It was supposedly mid-spring, but the winds still gave her the chills.

She took no notice of how far she was going, the water neither rising nor falling. If she were to guess it must've almost been half an hour given by the direction of the sun. The warm water and small pebbles were therapeutic beneath her feet. The walk didn't tire her at all.

Finally, the chasm's end came to view. Heart beating with excitement, she hastened her pace, dampening the legs of her trousers that she attempted to roll up. But just as her feet crossed the lip between the two mountains flanking her, she felt the oddest sensation: it began at the top of her head, traveling down her arms to her toes—as if a big fat raindrop landed on her scalp and entered her body.

She glanced at the clear blue sky. There was no cloud in sight for miles.

And then, it was suddenly very humid.

"What the..." she glanced back through the gorge. Nothing was out of order and nobody was in sight. Looking down at her feet, her surroundings were now as warm as the water she stood on. Her parka felt too thick.

Again, strange.

Trying to shake away her curiousness, Y/N trudged on.

All is well she chanted inside her head. All is well and the wind just blows differently on this side of the alps.

But no matter what she told herself, ripples of unease still disturbed Y/N. She was beginning to sweat and it wasn't just her nerves. The wind didn't blow differently on this side of the mountains because there was no wind. It was dry, dank, and very very warm.

To rattle her nerves even further, the water she was wading on was getting hotter as she went on that she had to leap on land once again. But as soon as her bare soles made contact with the grass, she yelped in pain.

"Merlin—OW."

The earth was burning. As if it bathed in the sun for too long. As if she were in the middle of a dry desert. She knew the feeling, she's been to Egypt. But why the bloody hell would Romanian soil feel this hot? Moreso in the heart of the Southern Carpathians?

Locating a jutted-out slab of rock, Y/N hopped over to sit and gather her bearings, drying her damp feet and staring at her boots and socks. She didn't want to slip them back on. The heat was intense. But it was either the boots or the sizzling soil.

She shrugged off her parka after lacing up her boots and was grateful for her reckless choice of wardrobe this morning. She opted for a ribbed shirt under her jacket—instead of a sweater—in urgent intention to get away from a nagging Bill. Now it served her well. It wasn't as thin as she would have deemed appropriate for the current temperature, but at least her neck and arms could breathe.

Gazing over the expanse of the clearing she emerged in, she suddenly became aware of the lack of green in the area. The grass was almost a withering brown—crunchy and dry. Trees weren't scattered about like the thick oaks all over the Curse Breaker camp; instead, they were clumped, almost systematically, in relatively rectangular patch formations. As if deliberately rooted as such.

Muggles Y/N thought. It was only them who had the peculiar habit of reorganizing nature.

Tying her parka around her waist, she treaded the clearing, the grass crisp beneath her boots, and approached the nearest cluster of trees. She wondered if this were one of the areas they'd be digging up. Senior Curse Breaker Digby Youssif oriented them of specific crackdown areas to look forward to in the next few months. Although almost all wizarding families were well-accounted for in Romania, there were still trifling amounts of intel on hidden vaults under protective spells cast by untraceable ancient tribes.

Y/N loved digging assignments. She was particularly fond of discovery. And if Ancient Runes was Hogwarts' least-loved lesson, she rather enjoyed Professor Babbling's classes. Well, most of the time. It was her pride and joy to have snagged an 'Outstanding' for her O.W.Ls—

Crack!

A sudden gust of wind whipped through the trees ahead of her. On instinct, Y/N drew her wand from her belt loop. Nothing was so dangerous about the wind. But it felt so...

The sound came out of nowhere, she thought it was imagining it. A steady drumming beat. Powerful and humming. An engine? she thought. But that was impossible. They were told that the area was blocked off from muggles for the duration of their stay. She paused in front of a towering ashtree. The sound was growing louder and louder. Nearer. She didn't know why but she was compelled with the need to hide.

Climb.

She felt ridiculous, clambering up an ashtree and settling on its thickest branch. Her superiors back at camp were clear that the mountains were safe, its perimeters were secured for their dig. Curse Breakers always made sure missions wouldn't come across outside interference.

Then why was her heart beating so fast?

The drumming sound was growing nearer. Behind her—above.

Peering at the sky through the leaves, a massive dark figure swooped overhead and landed with an earth-shaking thud on the clearing right in front of her tree.

Y/N felt like she was going to choke on her own spit when a deafening, earsplitting roar echoed through the mountains.

Dragon.

Fully grown, enormous, and vicious-looking, the beast had emerald scales that glinted in the morning sun. Its body was bulky, way stockier compared to the common dragons in textbooks. It had a massive head that seemed even larger than its body, and on it sprouted two long glittering golden horns. Its claws had the same golden color, and it was rearing onto its hind legs, hunching over a figure... chewing...

All the breakfast Y/N had only hours before felt like rising up her throat. An enormous dragon only meters in front of her was chewing on a dead animal, clearly having his own meal. And there she was, perched on an ashtree, ready for dessert.

Don't panic she told herself, but feeling green. She's never faced a dragon on a mission before. They tackled them in her first year on the job—Curse Breakers didn't really need training, the task calling for hands-on work—but never in her life did she ever think she'd have to face a real dragon.

I don't have to face it Y/N thought, I just have to stay here until it flies away, and run back to camp.

Wiggling up to a squat, she eyed the neighboring branch a few feet to her right which was higher up and positioned behind a thicker cluster of leaves. It didn't require a jump, but more of a really careful split; hugging the trunk tightly, she stretched her right foot across, shifting her weight to her right leg, her arms choking the tree trunk in a death grip, legs spread wide midair—

"Scuzati-ma?"

Y/N didn't fall. Thank Merlin she didn't fall. But she lost her momentum in surprise and panic, her left foot sliding from the previous branch, making her push off the trunk in haste, throwing her weight across completely. She grabs a dangling thin branch above her at the last minute, her body tilted towards the forest floor.

A forest floor where a man now stood, peering up at her curiously.

She was breathing hard, her heart thumping erratically, both from the fear of falling and being heard by the dragon so close by.

"Er—esti bine?" the man asked. Y/N saw that he had his arms out as if braced to catch her if she fell. When she didn't answer, the man spoke again, "Ai nevoie de ajutor?"

She blinked down at him. "What?"

He chuckled. She hated it. It hurt her pride. "I said, do you need any help?"

He was loud. Too loud. She righted herself on the branch, pulling to lean back on the trunk behind her. Then risking a peek, she checked on the dragon who was still munching on the dead cow with gusto.

She looked back down to find the man with his eyebrows raised at her, his face painting amusement. It was impossible not to take note of his red mane pulled into a low bun. He looked awfully familiar... and he was going to get them killed.

"Could you," she whispered as loudly as she could, "keep your voice down?"

The man snickered once more, showing no effort of lowering his tone. "Why?"

"Are you blind?" she wanted to strangle him. "There's a bloody dragon!"

The redhead glanced at the scaly beast and heaved out a sigh. "Okay. Yeah, you're right. It's way past breakfast. He's missing nap time."

Y/N looked at him incredulously. He shrugged, "But what can I do? He slept in this morning. Lazy beast." Looking back up, he asked, "Want to meet him?"

He's mental she thought. That had to be it.

But the redhead only laughed. He keeps laughing. He must've noticed the stupefied expression on her face because he simmered. "Give him a minute and you can come down. It's already his fifth haul so he's bound to get dozy and fly back to the nest." He started walking towards the clearing when he paused and turned back, "Although, you can come down now. I promise he won't eat you."

Y/N watched as the man walked up to the feasting dragon—she was peering behind the thick tree trunk, using it as a shield. He's insane. Drawing a wand from a sheath attached to his calf, the man aimed a stunning spell right by the beast's tail.

"Alright, Darius, I think you've had enough," he called. He kept his distance, a good few meters away, but his gait was calm, almost lazy.

The dragon glanced at the man, its fangs bloody. Y/N wanted to grab the redhead and run. But it was a crazy thought, and she was rooted on her spot on the tree branch, frozen in fear.

The man gave a sharp whistle and the dragon grunted, smoke coming out of its nostrils. It ignored him and continued to munch on the cow.

Another stunning spell was aimed right by its claws and the dragon emitted a low growl. Y/N didn't know if she was imagining it but the creature seemed sluggish on its feet, swaying... almost drowsy.

"Off you go," said the man, "up." He sent one more stunning spell right in front of its snout. It was a clear miss, purely intentional.

The dragon heaved a loud angry roar. But instead of diving for the man like she expected, it started flapping its wings, gaining momentum. Y/N held onto the tree trunk tighter so as not to be swayed by the sudden rush of winds the creature was yielding. And then with a strong push off the ground, up it soared, growling low in its throat, and was out of sight.

Y/N's legs felt like jelly slugs, but her arms refused to let go of the tree trunk. What in Merlin's name just happened?

"Y/N."

She gave a short yelp, coughing on her next breath. "Excuse me?"

The man was back, now by the foot of the tree once again. "Come down."

"How do you know my name?" she demanded.

He had a really handsome smile. A really familiar, handsome smile...

"I should be offended," said the man. "Come down." There it was again, that smile. "I'll catch you."

I'll catch you.

I'll catch you....

 "Come on, Y/N, I'll catch you!"

"No you won't!" said Y/N. Her cheeks were wet with tears.

She was perched on the beech tree by the Black lake, her legs dangling above the shallow water. She had attempted to retrieve her Spellman's Syllabry textbook that Cassian Loxias chucked up the branches for fun.

"Yes I will, I promise," consoled Charlie. "I'm a prefect, remember?" he gestured to his badge, "I'll make sure you're safe."

Sniffing up snot that was escaping her nose, she hiccuped softly against the back of her hand. "Our prefect doesn't do that very much."

Charlie chuckled. "I'll make sure to have a word with Professor Sprout about her Hufflepuff prefects."

When he saw the horror on her face, he held up his hands, "It didn't come from you of course. Will you come down now? I swear I'll catch you."

Y/N looked into Charlie Weasley's eyes and saw nothing but pure candor. Biting her lip, she said, "Do cross your heart, or hope to die?"

He traced a cross right above his chest. "Cross my heart, or hope to die."

 "Y/N. Y/N?"

Y/N blinked.

Charlie Weasley. Charlie dragon-tamer Weasley. Charlie the hot brother Weasley—

"Are you still breathing? Do you need me up there?"

Trying to gather her bearings, Y/N extracted herself from her hold on the tree trunk, went down onto a squat, and leaped off, landing on the crunchy grass with a thump.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at her as she dusted her trousers, "I see you don't need catching anymore."

She took in the man before her. "Charlie Weasley."

His grin was dazzling."Caught on, have you?

From up close, Y/N could now see the familiar freckles splattered all over his nose and cheeks. He was towering over her like he always did. She used to be the little second year Hufflepuff always idling by the entrance to the Great Hall hoping to bump into the famous Charlie Weasley. Studying on the Quidditch pitch, watching him behind her textbook, captaining the Gryffindor team. Climbing the beech tree by the lake again and again, hoping Charlie Weasley would somehow walk by once more to offer her a hand...

There were so many things she could've done, seeing him again for the first time after all these years. He was gone as soon as he graduated Hogwarts, flying to Romania to study dragons. Everyone always thought Charlie would be going Quidditch pro, being captain and seeker. He had the build, the skills, and the charm. Hogwarts alone had fan clubs in his name and rumor had it that the Falmouth Falcons were just waiting for him to finish seventh year.

But others didn't see Charlie as Y/N did. They didn't see him hoarding books on care of magical creatures in the library. They didn't notice him sneaking off to Hagrid's on the weekends, taking Fang for walks or feeding the Blast Ended Skrewts in the garden. Nobody paid attention to the copy of Fantastic Beasts And Where to Find Them that Charlie practically glued to his side. Only Y/N did. And now that she thought about it, she didn't like that she knew so much. It made her feel like a creep.

So instead of hugging him in delight like she actually wanted, she took a swipe at his shoulder.

"You git," she hissed. "You scared me to death! How did you do that? I thought taming dragons was impossible."

"It is. Most of the time," Charlie shrugged. "Darius is a Romanian Longhorn. Mostly harmless compared to the others especially when he's full. Not that difficult to send him back to the nest when he can barely stand on his feet."

"Harmless? I could've been dessert!"

Charlie laughed. He was still always laughing. "You look delicious, yes, but I'm not letting Darius have you."

What the fu—Y/N inhaled slowly, cautiously. Then exhaled through her nose. She didn't know how to respond. Seeing him again after so long, without warning or preparation, was messing with her senses

"It's good to see you, Y/N," he said and walked closer. Close enough to tugged at her braid. She didn't know why he did it, but he looked like he just had to. "You look good."

Y/N's heart was beating rapidly once more, but this time, for all the wrong reasons. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Charlie gazed back into her eyes as if seeing her for the first time.

"Too long."

Again, she didn't know how long it took her to reply, but she cleared her throat, "How—did you know it was me? The first time?"

Charlie's eyes were still roaming all over her face. "No. Not until you spoke."

Y/N must've held a questioning look because he added, "I'll never forget that voice."

He was saying such strange things. Were they strange? Or was it just because he affected her so?

"Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Well, you wouldn't come down, would you? I see you still have a thing for trees."

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"I didn't know the dragon reservation was in the alps," she said. "Do you know we're camping nearby?"

"'Course I do. You lot are beside dragon territory for a reason."

Excitement and fear raised Y/N's nerves. "What are you talking about?"

Charlie bit his lip. "You'll see."

"Are we digging in the reservation?"

He was walking out into the clearing now, beelining back towards the opening of the gorge.

"Charlie!" Y/N jogged to keep up. "Are we?"

He only smiled, "Patience, darling."

Darling. He used to call her that all the time even when they were back in Hogwarts. She always tried to ignore the fluttering feeling her chest made when he used the endearment, reminding herself that he must've used it on everyone else, not just her.

"Why did no one back at camp tell us anything?"

"I probably should've kept my mouth shut," was his only reply. They were crossing the two mountains flanking the stream, and as soon as they cut through the border, Y/N felt the same sensation she did when she went through the clearing. But this time in reverse, it was as if the raindrop was sucked back up.

She glanced up at the mountains. "Did you feel that?"

"Shield spells," explained Charlie. "To keep the muggles out. Temperature charms as well to regulate the reservation climate. Although the dragons do enough of their warming on their own, it's for precaution."

They walked up the stream, tracing back Y/N's previous path.

"Are you bringing me back to camp?" she asked.

"That, and I have to see Digby. Iron out tomorrow's schedule."

"So we are digging inside the reservation," Y/N didn't know if she was more thrilled or afraid.

Charlie glanced at her, "You heard nothing from me."

Studying his features as they strolled, Y/N couldn't help but admire how much Charlie Weasley grew up to be. He's always been lean and strong, especially with being an athlete back at Hogwarts, but now he seemed so much larger than life. Red tendrils were escaping his low bun and framing his chiseled face, there were a few scars on his nose and one under his lip. She shouldn't have been able to see it but she couldn't stop staring. He was big. Stockier than she'd ever seen him; hands wrapped in gauze and rope slung over a hook on his hip.

Charlie Weasley, dragon-tamer.

And he was staring right back at her.

"You have to take me to see more dragons," Y/N breathed. She didn't know where her voice went. It was all airy and she didn't like it. She hoped he would assume it was because of their walk.

Charlie stopped, deep brown eyes boring into her own. He was panting slightly too. Maybe it was the walk.

"Okay," he exhaled. "Promise."

"Cross your heart?" she almost whispered. Almost.

Two fingers traced a cross over Charlie's chest, his gaze not leaving hers, "Cross my heart."

[katsulia]

Sneak peek

This is a Kageyama x f!reader fake dating serie meddling angst and fluff ! I will post the first chapter this week, but if you'd like to be a beta reader please don't hesitate to contact me !! I'd be super happy !

However, that night Kageyama could not sleep, his mind was too troubled. He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling in the dark. He kept thinking about the conversation that had taken place earlier at the bar. Install an application to find someone to walk around with him in exchange of some financial compensation ? No, it was obviously a bad idea. Why would he go on a site like that when fans would do it willingly and for free? (Although it wasn't about money in his case.) Besides, he had already heard about sugar daddy relationships and wasn't interested in them at all. At this point it was better to go on the dates arranged by Hinata.

Yet a kind of curiosity itched him and he gave in to temptation. He finally turned around and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Soon, he was on the app store and the download of Best Interest was starting. When the installation finished and the application icon appeared on his home-screen, he hastily clicked on it. The first page asked him to log in or register and he quickly started the registration process. First he had to indicate why he was here. The choice ranged from simple "Chat" to "Serious Encounter". He himself did not know why he was here and hesitated for a long time before pressing "Need a date". There was very little chance that it would actually lead to something interesting but he couldn't stop there and almost automatically went to the next page. There, he had to set up his own profile and fill in various information about himself. Beyond the fact that he didn't really want anyone to know that he had been tempted by this application, he knew full well that there was always the risk of running into someone who could recognize him. That's why he decided to set up a profile that was simple and discreet enough to remain virtually anonymous. Once all the fields had been fulfilled and validated, he arrived at a page where unknown profiles were displayed.

If at first he was a bit inexperienced in the operation of this kind of application, he quickly mastered the processes and learned that he was supposed to swing left or right depending on whether he was interested in who he saw or not. His finger was quickly sliding and even though he had been assured that this site was not intended for sugar daddy relationships, he felt the opposite. He couldn't count the many profiles that had pictures with bunny ears, cat tails and mentions of BDSM. He should have expected it, it was obvious it was going to be like that. After spending a good half hour with his eyes glued to the screen of his phone he resolved to leave it at that. Out of simple curiosity, just out of mere curiosity, he slipped his finger one last time and came across a profile that, because it was so much more plain than the others, caught his attention. A student named Y/N from what he could read. A very simple picture as you can see everywhere on Instagram. The description was brief, obviously a regular student's one. She mentioned her money issues, especially in paying her rent, again a recurring problem for students. And she insisted that she refused all sexual advances. On a whim, Kageyama decided to swipe to the right. In any case, he planned to remove the application tomorrow, he had fed his curiosity and that's all he wanted. So he locked his phone before putting it on his nightstand and got back under his comforter. What he had just done would have no consequences and he should be better preoccupied with his workout, which would be very hard tomorrow with the little sleep he was going to get.

Tobio liked you. Is he in your Best Interest ?

[yourgalaxy]

~FINDING HOME~ (Part 5)

Pairing: Taehyung x female O/C

Genre: Fluffyest Fluffy Fluff, a little bit of angst if you squint really hard.

Summary: After getting used to the idea of just being her and her little daughter against the world. Autumn is proven wrong once again when fate has different plans for them.

Warnings: None

Word count: 2865

A/N: The original prompt is from @hybridfanfiction ( their prompts are the cutest, check them out!) This is my first attempt on sharing some of my work and is also my first hybrid fic. I love the reader inserts but not a fan of the Y/N type thing so feel free to just imagine your name instead if you prefer! I have material to make this a series but will leave it as a one shot for now to see if you guys like it! I totally don’t own the gifts.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Read at your own risk 😂

Extra A/N: I didn’t get the chance to post this last week but to compensate you guys, I’ll be posting the first part of my new Mafia Au, so watch out for it!

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5

After being living with Autumn and Haneul for a month and a half, Taehyung was finally meeting the rest of their family, he had already met Jin, Jimin and Jungkook and even though it was hard for him to trust them fully, he had decided that he liked the three males… Not that any of them really knew that because Taehyung still avoided them every time he could, though it was not really possible to avoid Jimin after he discovered that he and Taehyung were the same age and decided that they were to be best friends.

‘’ Mamma… MAMMA...Mamma, can Tata be my daddy?’’ - That finally caught Autumn’s full attention, she turned around making sure that the hybrid was still taking a shower, praying that he couldn’t hear them over the running water and his own singing voice. She rushed to kneel in front of her daughter. - ‘’ Haneul, baby, that’s not something that we should say...’’  ‘’ But mamma, he tells me stories to sleep and sings to me and tucks me in sometimes, all the kids have a daddy and…and  I saw it on tv, the daddy that lives together with you and your mamma, and tells you stories is your daddy! Does my Tata don’t want to be my daddy?’’ - Haneul’s pretty eyes swelled with unshed tears at the idea, and Autumn could have sworn that she heard her own heart break. - ‘’ No honey bear, you know your Tata loves you very, very much! He tells you that all the time, right? It’s just that for a woman and a man to be a mommy and a daddy they have to really really love each other a lot. - She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation with her 5 year old daughter, her flushed little face was destroying her heart. -  

"But momma, don't you love Tata?" - Autumn could practically see the engines in her daughter's head starting to over think, tears threatening with reappearing.- "I do sweetheart, I do, but it's just a little bit different for adults, you know, adults are dumb sometimes and things don't work the same for us...Let’s talk about it later, ok? we need to go see your uncles!"

"Noona, I'm ready!" - Autumn felt her soul come back to her body when Taehyung decided to appear, giving her the chance to escape the impossible conversation she was having with her daughter. She smiled at him, noticing the way he was referring to her, she was almost sure that it had to do with spending so much time with Jimin.- 

The drive to Yoongi’s apartment was filled with loud singing and laughs. The prospect of getting together with her best friends had Autumn in a really good mood, and even though Taehyung felt really nervous, the smiles on both mother and daughter’s faces helped him breathe easier. He knew most of the men they were getting together with but the fact that they were actually entering the territory of another hybrid, one that he hadn’t met yet, was nerve wracking. He was worried that his instincts would get the best of him and he would piss Autumn’s loved ones off, how would Autumn react? what would she think of him? would she start hating him if her friends didn’t like him?

Taehyung didn’t have to wonder for too long. Everybody’s temper was tested when Hobi had to let go of Autumn as she was being yanked back by a strong arm towards a wide chest, a low growl vibrating against her back. Sensing the hostility in his own territory kicked Hoseok’s instincts on, even though Autumn and Haneul weren’t his humans, they were part of his family and he felt really protective of them, so soon there was a battle of growls and silent snarls. For a few moments none of them really acknowledged the attempts of the others to calm them down. 

‘’ Tata, don’t be mean to uncle Hobi, I promise he is really nice!’’ - Haneul’s innocent voice and the way she hugged his leg was what brought Taehyung back to his senses . As soon as he stopped growling, Hoseok did the same, he understood where the younger hybrid was coming from, he remembered being in the same place a few years ago, he wasn’t about to let him cross the line in his territory, establishing hierarchy was a basic hybrid instinct anyway, but he was also excited for the new addition to the friend group even if he was not about to show that at the moment. -

Taehyung was utterly embarrassed about his conduct and after a solid ten minutes of being scolded first by Autumn an then by Jimin, he just wanted to curl up into a ball in a corner and cry his heart out, but they were so loving even when scolding him that  he couldn't even do that. He hesitated but ultimately approached Hoseok who was setting things up for the movie night. 

‘’Hyung… I… I’m really sorry about earlier… it’s not really excuse for my behavior but…”- Before he could finish his apology, he was attacked by a very effusive fox hybrid, Hoseok was bouncing on the balls of his feet, too excited by the idea of having a new hybrid friend, Taehyung couldn’t help the smile that divided his lips.-

‘’ I’m really sorry about that, Yoongs. Taehyung is a little bit weary of males, and new environments are a little hard for him to take in.’’ - Autumn was worn out by the whole scene, feeling sorry and guilty for everyone in the room, she didn’t blame Taehyung, she knew well enough of his apprehension towards males and she knew how protective hybrids could get when facing threats to who they considered their people, specially in the presence of other hybrids. She remembered the first time she met Hoseok with a shiver. But she couldn’t stop feeling bad for her friends. It was their home at the end of the day.- 

‘’ Hoseok, really likes him, I can see it in his face that he already is taking him under his wing. I don’t think we will have any problem. - Yoongi assured with a wink as he motioned towards the three hybrids that seem to have engaged in an enthusiastic conversation about what movies to watch, after Jimin joined them in the living room. Autumn felt her body relax, realizing how worried she was until that moment, a soft smile appearing on her face. -

‘’ Uncle Yoongi, up!’’ - A new battle arised, this time, between Yoongi and Jungkook fighting over who was Haneul’s favorite with Haneul enjoying herself in the shower of attention and love she was getting. -

‘’ He really is the right fit, isn’t he?’’ - Jin's voice came from behind her before a pair of arms encircled her shoulders. She let herself relax in his embrace, feeling happy to be home, loving how her brothers embraced Taehyung so effortlessly.- ‘’ Haneul asked me if Taehyung could be her new dad’’ - She whispered, knowing that Jin was close enough to hear her and everyone else was so loud that she doubted they could hear her even if she were to scream it. She felt Jin humming in thought, it wasn’t a surprise to him even though this was the first time Haneul had ever said something like that. - It is good for her to have some kind of father figure in her life… And if he is sticking around for a while… How do you feel though? - She knew exactly what he was referring to, her an her friends never really payed any attention to the stigma that interracial relationships between humans an hybrids carried with them, but she had given up on dating a long time ago, men were too inmature, too insensitive and she didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with someone else’s child. - ‘’ I don’t know Jinnie, I haven’t really consider it, I mean, he is one of the most caring an loving people I’ve met, always looking out for both of us and looking for ways to collaborate, you know how happy he was when you offered him to work at the flower shop, an he loves Haneul so dearly, she loves him even more, I’m afraid she will get hurt if anything were to happen and he decided to leave… But we are not in that type of relationship, Jin. I am his sponsor and he is our hybrid, and I’m totally fine with that.’’ - Jin left a soft brief kiss on top of her head, hugging her a little closer.- 

‘’Then there is nothing to worry about, Mamma Bear.’’ - Autumn closed her eyes in contentment, right on time to miss the look that Taehyung directed to them, but Jin was able to catch the turmoil of emotions that twirled in his eyes. A knowing smile dancing on his lips, He knew how dense Autumn could be when it came to this topic, it would be fun to see how these two would figure things out.He had the hunch that Taehyung was there to stay, and his hunches were usually right- 

‘’ Jin hyung, stop hoarding noona all to yourself and come sit, we are about to start the movie!’’ - Hoseok complained in a whine that Jin responded with a scoff before complaying and dragging Autumn with him.- ‘’Next time we should invite Namjoon, Yoongi hyung! ‘’

 ‘’ Yeah, I like him’’ - Autumn and Jungkook agreed and Yoongi just nodded lazily. Asking them to be quiet and start the movie. Autumn’s fingers  immediately found their way through Taehyung’s soft locks when he seated himself on the ground in front of her, resting his head on her knee, missing the heavy tears that rolled across his cheeks. -

…

Autumn woke up gasping for air, her heart felt like it was held in an iron grip, she couldn’t breath, and for a minute she wondered if she was about to die. She didn’t realize she was crying until she rubbed her hands over her face and felt the wetness on her cheeks. The images of the nightmare are very vivid in her mind. It was the same nightmare she had had ever since Ha Neul's dad had left, just that this time, there was a spin to it that made her sick to her stomach.

She didn’t notice Taehyung sitting on the ground next to the door until after, in her fuzzed state of mind, she almost fell over him, being stabilized by his firm hands, she heard him whimper. Her eyes filled with tears one more time as she felt herself getting lost in his bright brown orbs. She straightened up and as she pulled on her arms to free them from the Hybris grip, Taehyung let go of her. He soon trailed behind her, buzzing with worry. 

Autumn wasn’t sure for how long she was zoning out with the untouched glass of water firmly held in her hand, when she felt Taehyung’s larger hand over hers as he loosened her grip, taking the glass away from her and holding her hand on his. She followed him almost unconsciously as he led her to the couch. He sitted and then led her to sit almost on his lap, they were so close that when his hand cooped the side of her face to have her look at him, she could feel his warm cinnamon breath fanning against her skin. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, Taehyung was tracing invisible circles over the skin of her jaw and cheek with the pad of his thumb, both of them getting lost in each other’s eyes when he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

‘’ Please… Please don’t cry, don’t be sad… It hurts so much… It hurts so, so much’’ - He knew about her nightmares, at least the ones that she usually had where her ex-husband abandoned her and Haneul over and over again, she had mentioned them once when he found her just zoning out in the living room, unable to go back to sleep after a nightmare. His voice was strained, it sounded like it was in the bearge of breaking. As she remained silent, he gained some courage from the wonder and affection that her eyes always seemed to reflect when she looked at him. He traced over her face with the tip of his nose, in one of the most intimate shows of affection for hybrids, subtly breathing her in. She felt her cheeks burn as her heart threatened with leaving her chest, but didn’t make any attempt to move away from his touch. -

 ‘’ If you would just let me… If you will just look at me the way… If only I could become a man in your eyes. - He closed his eyes as he rested his forehead over hers, a pained expression claiming his sharp features. His lips almost brushing over hers as he spoke. Autumn felt so vulnerable, yet so safe there in his embrace. She took the opportunity to notice all of his little details like the cute little freckles in his nose, his left cheek and the side of his chin, or the way his long lashes rested on top of his cheek bones as he closed his eyes, his rosy lips an the natural blush that seemed to be always present over his honey like skin. Taehyung was simply breathtaking.

Her fingers brushed against his jaw line in an almost hesitant movement, skimming over his skin in a feather like touch but it got him to relax immediately, the frown disappearing, he let out a relieved sigh, the feeling of her touch over his skin felt like a lullaby to his heart. But then there was something soft and sweet pressed against his parted lips, his heart pounded against his ribcage. The contact lasted mere seconds making him whine in the absence of it. He opened his eyes, facing the storm on hers. She was searching for his reaction, he could see the fear aflame in the depth of her grey orbs.

 He knew at that very moment that he would give his life for this woman in a blink. 

‘’ Noona...Can you do that again?’’ - He breathed out a plea over her lips, his eyes going back and forth from her eyes to her lips as if he was begging her, and he was, by all means ready to beg for her. She moved painfully slowly, her eyes also wandering over his face until her lips met his once again and this time, Taehyung took his time to savor her, his hand sneaked to the back of her head to keep her in place, he felt so blissfully light headed that he wouldn’t be surprised if he was to wake up the next morning and realize that it was just another dream. He almost cried out loud when she pulled away from him. 

‘’ Taehyung… I... ‘’ - He didn’t want to hear it, he didn’t want to know what her eyes were trying to say. He could sense the confusion, the fear that rolled out of her like crashing waves. The little bit of her conversation he had overheard a few weeks ago back at Yoongi’s apartment playing over and over in his head.’I’m just his sponsor and he is our hybrid’ she had said crushing the fluttering hope that had erupted in his chest when he had heard how she told Jin about. Haneul asking if he could be her dad, he wasn’t able to hear the whole conversation but what he heard was enough for him to understand his place in their lives. 

He had convinced himself that he was completely ok with that, he was happy to at least be allowed to just stay with them but after the moment they just shared he understood how greedy he had become and how much of them he wanted. He couldn’t take it.

‘’ It’s because I’m a hybrid, right? ‘’ - He murmured more to himself than anything else but she heard him and tried to stop him in a panicked attempt. He couldn’t take it, he needed to get out, he needed some time to think. -

And so, he ran. His heartbeat was so loud that it was the only thing he could hear. So loud that he couldn’t hear her

‘’No, that’s not...no, please no… Don’t leave us… Don’t leave me’’ - Autumn could feel the panic attack closing her throat. Incapable of really moving to try and console her hysteric 5 year old that had woken up to the image of her beloved hybrid hero running away and her mom becoming a crying mess. -

[heelwriting]

Prompt: “I’ve been in love with you for years.”

Fandom: Wrestling, AEW

Pairing: Marko Stunt x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 956

Masterlist | Buy Me coffee

Requested by @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch

A/N: This acts as a Part 1 of Jungle Boy's prompt.

Before starting I’ll just apologize in case this is sad or not what you expected, also this is kind of connected to another request, you’ll know by the end.

Throughout the years I wondered around not knowing where I belonged, it wasn’t until I found indi wrestling that I knew were i was meant to be, and no i wasn’t a wrestler but I loved the sense of family that the industry created.

I’d never thought I could be part of something as big and exciting as AEW, I became part of the broadcast team as an interviewer.

Soon I had all this people helping me as mentors and friends, but the guys of Jurassic Express were the closest to me, especially Marko, he was a ball of energy and his lights spirits always helped me through rough days, i knew I could count with him for anything.

But for the most part we ran around backstage causing chaos, I was his sidekick, he was a prankster mastermind, I just came along to help him, especially if Jungle Boy didn’t want to.

I was chatting with Luchasaurus when Marko and Jungle Boy came towards us in a tricycle, we looked at each other and just shrugged, it was another day at the office for us, we didn’t even ask were they got them, but of course they felt the need to explain how they got them from a storage down the street and that the guy from the store was looking for them.

“Hop in”

Marko said after Jungle Boy took off with Luchasaurus.

I put my feet on a bar and my hands on his shoulders as we rode through backstage, he kept going until we hit and end, he actually walked beside me, we sat on the steps in the stadium, he was acting a bit strange, he had gone quiet for a while.

“Can we talk?”

He asked, I nodded a little bit confused.

“Sure”

I said.

He didn’t look at me at first, he was fidgeting with his fingers while he watched ahead as they started to set up the ring, he took off his snapback and started playing with it, that seemed to calm him down of whatever might have been going through his head, I was trying to figure out what was wrong but I just didn’t know, he seemed normal earlier.

After a few minutes he looks at me with his blue eyes, I always compared them with the water at the beach.

“Do you remember when we met?”

He asked.

“Yeah, I was ring announcing that day and you walked in when I was rehearsing, it was embarrassing”

I cringed as I remembered.

“It wasn’t that bad”

He said nudging my arm playfully.

“Don’t lie, I was the worst”

I had to work a lot to get better, that night I was practicing before show time and by the 8th time, I had lost my voice, Marko heard how I was doing and offered to get me tea to soften my vocal cords, I was really thankful for that, and thanks to him I made it through the show, barely but I did and eventually I transitioned into interviews and I was much better at them, and then I got to AEW.

“Maybe, but you are an amazing interviewer”

He said.

“Thank you”

I answered.

“I’ve been in love with you for years.”

He said it out of nowhere just after I finished talking, it was like a bomb had exploded in front of me, my mind went on vacation in that moment, I started putting pieces together and I didn’t know how I didn’t realize before, Marko was always there for me, and I know that’s not equal to having feelings but there was something in the back of my mind that told me this day would come, but it still didn’t prepare me for how to react, what to say.

I coughed to compensate my dry throat, I scratched the back of my neck trying to figure out what I should say.

“Marko…”

He put his hands up so I wouldn’t start talking.

“Before you say anything, I know how you see me, but I want you to know how I see you”

He said as he put a hand over mine, he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, it was a sad smile and my heart was breaking for him, I didn’t know what to do to fix it, he was a lovely guy, I just didn’t see him in that way.

“From that day on, you became someone really important to me, I see you as an amazing person, someone who is kind even when they don’t have to be, I see someone who has struggled to find a home and worked hard for everything you’ve achieved, I’m really proud of who you are and I love you”

His eyes were tearing up and so were mine, I hugged him hard.

“I love you, Marko…”

I said on his ear.

“But not in that way, I get it”

He says as we separated, I looked at him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“You are a really good man, I’ll always be grateful to you because you helped me get my life together when I was still a mess, I’m sorry, I wish I could see you as more than a brother”

Still with teary eyes he gave me a smile, a genuine smile, he hugged me one more time before he started walking away.

“I need to go return the tricycle”

He explained.

“Don’t worry”

I said.

He turned around one last time.

“You should probably tell Jungle Boy how you feel about him, you two would make a great couple”

I was speechless and he left laughing, I guess I wasn’t as clever as I though.

He got me.

Originally posted on October 11, 2020

[daredevile]

A Second Here Another Gone

Summary: Blinded by the sweet raptures of a new relationship, Bucky lowers his guard around you - unaware of the real reason you found him.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mentions of blood, bit of violence and one swear word

A/N: Hey! I know it’s been over two months since I posted something and I’m sorry! I was working on so many oneshots and never finished one until now. But, I promise I will try to update somewhat regularly from now on! Anyway, this one’s for Ayesha’s [ @browngirlmagic��​] writing challenge and my prompt was ‘Echo’. Please reblog if you like it! :)

An angry crimson. A so-called scarlet elixir of the living trickles from its hearth beneath as if screaming a symbol of horror and impending doom. It surrenders with grace and elegance - a droplet of fresh blood tainting pristine white floors, smearing the Parthenon of life and death with an intensity of wrath and violence and -

"Hey." The sombre tone in his voice draws you into his weary stature. It looks worse than he'd assured over the phone. Raging clusters of purple and blue spread across his arms, broken lip, black eye, his jaw cast a scarlet tint. Not to mention the slight limp he'd tried masking from your stares.

"Thanks for coming so fast. Would've driven myself but..." He motions to the cast around his right arm, a light pink dusting over his cheeks. A nurse approaches him with a sympathetic expression, repeating a list of instructions and medication requirements for a quick recovery. Though you know Bucky's not following a word she's saying - she must've realised it too - giving you a moment for any questions before returning to her station.

The conversation in the car is non-existent, only a couple of instinctive glances towards the rear-view mirror to gauge each other's emotions. Soft tunes twirl in the background, Bucky lowers the volume with a grunt as his muscles sting with the movement. A sigh escapes from his lips, he angles himself towards your concentrated form but, you refuse to meet his gaze.

"Y'know it's not as bad as it looks. Should've seen the other guy." He says with a constrained laugh. An honest attempt to relieve the tensed wind and the crease between your eyebrows, alas, it fails its purpose. He sinks back into the cushioned seat, lingering his eyes over the neon streaks of passing vehicles.

The road seems never-ending, both sides merely converging at a distant imaginary point ahead. The traffic dissolves and scatters into several busy paths as Bucky directs you through far too many left and right turns before arriving at a rather calm and vacant neighbourhood.

Once the engines lull back into a soft purr, you open the passenger door and gently grasp his arms as he lifts himself from the seat. He releases a breath in relief, thankful your silence is replaced by concern. The two flights of stairs is another journey on its own, exchanging mumbles of apologies and groans, even the close proximity of him curves past your thoughts.

Bucky stumbles into his apartment, careful to avoid the loose floorboard right at the entrance - pushing a horrible reminder to the back of his mind - and you follow his footing. A chuckle from him pulls your attention, determined he's capable on his own, he leans away from your hold, mentioning something about taking a shower before retreating into the furthest room.

His house is spotless, every single object kept in a place for swift and efficient access. Somehow he'd made a rather confined area appear more spacious. You notice how foreign and hostile he maintained his home - a supposed personal bubble. His belongings danced around the hazy line between bare essentials and other items. Almost as if he was caught in the process of moving in or ready to move out within a matter of minutes.

A sharp buzz from your phone stops you from observing the rest of the apartment. Without sparing a glimpse at the caller, you swipe the green button. An instant thrust of shouting greets you, attacking your senses with great vigour. And it's patience, you've learned, an offensive strategy to appease the monster into a human you could better tolerate.

"I need time." It's not forceful, however, lacking a timbre of the usual intensity your words uphold. The shouting continues, each syllable seething with fury, demanding more answers while your fist clenches at the vulgar threats he hurls from the other end.

"I need more time."

There's dead silence on both ends. And for a second, you believe that he's accepted the command. As fast as it'd ignited, the little spark of surprise disintegrates when his deep laughter is all that's pounding in your ears.

"You're here!" Bucky says, grinning as he spots you in the balcony, "Thought you left me alone."

His sudden appearance turns your blood cold and you can feel the precise second your heart trips over a beat, shoving the phone back into your pocket. His smile drops, immediately regretting how he entered as soon as he saw the pained expression written all over your features. He sighs when your eyes witness the red wounds and scars - some more jarring than others - scattered across his body.

"Look, I know this isn't a good impression. I don't want you to see me like this, trust me, I wouldn't have called if I had - " A pause. Hesitant as he swallows back the words. "Anyone else."

"I'm sorry, Bucky. This is all just... difficult." He nods, fumbling with the loose bandage tied to his other arm. A smile tugs on your lips at his frustration, you grab the free end and wrap it securely around the wound.

"Could you maybe stay? I mean... if you want to." He struggles to suppress a grin when you look up at his eyes. It's hope that lingers behind them.

"Of course."

But the side where you slept is cold and empty when he wakes up.

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O N E  W E E K  E A R L I E R

The restaurant was crowded, located right at the heart of the city, overlooking several busy streets that seemed to sink under all the hustle and bustle. The world appeared an innocent umber through the dark hue of your sunglasses, shielding yourself from unwanted enemies. Or so you thought.

Time. Time was precious and no amount of glancing at your watch appeared to have quickened the circular orbit of the dials. But this time, you were unsure - caught between the dichotomous chasm of want and need - a feeling that unsettled you to the core.

"Hope you don't mind, darling." A deep voice came from behind, the drinks spilt over the glasses as he slammed his hand on the table. The elderly couple sitting to your left flinched at his abrupt action. A fake smile was enough to have satisfied them, he returned to face your blank expression.

"So tell me, does it usually take this long or are you fucking him?" It was almost a growl that promptly simmered to a smirk when a waitress passed by, unaware of the evil she'd encountered.

"He'll figure it out, I'm being careful." You said, oblivious to the scorching hot liquid piercing your taste buds. Any shard of fun and pleasure that had emerged from his features earlier crumbled at that very second, he leaned closer and you saw the strain on his face when his jaw clenched. Rumlow was not one to adjust and compensate. You learned that the hard way.

"Listen l/n, I saved you from Volkov 'cause you'd be useful someday. And now you owe me. Gave you a week to do the job, it's been two and I still got nothing. And you know I don't like waiting. Get me the information and finish him or should I remind you what's at stake here."

His voice was dangerously low as if cautious of people overhearing but, you knew it would take mere seconds for the scene to resemble a massacre. Yet, he was right. Your past record highlighted the speed and efficiency of completing assignments - just one hit then delivered to the client and you walked away richer. No hesitation. Unfortunately, this time it was Bucky who had a price on his head and had obtained confidential information.

A folder was thrown at your direction, containing photographs of innocents at different viewpoints through what was unmistakably sniper scopes. Rumlow mimicked the sound of a gun cocking before standing up. He bent down to whisper in your ear, laughing while he pressed a brief kiss to your cheek and walked into the sea of people. His last words were all that you breathed.

Barnes or your family.

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Bucky sidesteps the soldier-like stance of a grumpy looking man, clearing his throat to alleviate the embarrassment of breaking under his penetrating stare. He didn't know what the guy's problem was, Bucky ignores the annoyed tsk that's clearly targetted at him. On any other occasion, a meaningless interaction with strangers would've flown over his head. But, today he's confused. Scared, even.

Less than two weeks ago, he'd encountered and been drawn to an enigma. Strong yet intricately pieced together. Delicate yet resilient. He just couldn't figure it out. After all, he thought everything became normal once he'd spoken and apologised last night. Expecting to be woken up by sunshine and ruffled sheets from a good sleep and you sleeping soundly, but you were gone without a word - and he just doesn't understand.

And now, here he is, shuffling through busy routes to follow a briskly walking figure who's intrigued him for half an hour. They seem to have no destination, simply taking sharp turns and descending into valleys of crowds and streetside markets. In a hurry, Bucky thinks. He picks up his pace, there seem to be fewer people in this area. It's darker and easily hidden between the lanes of houses.

He turns the corner and realises there are no other paths. A dead-end. The figure spins around, eyes flitting around the narrow path. He panics and begins to retreat, but the all-too-familiar cock of the gun stills his movements. Nothing. No moment in his entire life scared him more than the person standing a few steps away -

It's you.

He freezes when your finger curls around the trigger and the innocence in your eyes dissolve. Every single instinct in his body is telling him to run. But he can't. He wants to know more, to know why. And he realises you're thinking the same when your hand begins to tremble.

"Whose orders?"

It's a tone he's never heard before. Cold and detached. A machine programmed to do one's bidding with no second thoughts. He raises both hands, swallowing the agonising feeling latching onto his throat as your grip tightens.

"Don't lie to me, Barnes. Who ordered you to kill me?"

There's no choice. His heart is clawing the insides of his chest, waiting to be free. A whisper is all it takes to conquer your feelings.

"Volkov."

Bucky knows the moment his name is released into the strangling air between you, the gun falters. He sees the rapid and minute shift of your eyes, composing all the information together until -

Your voice staggers, pleading almost. "They have my family, Bucky. He'll kill them if you don't tell me where Volkov is. Rumlow - "

Bucky stops listening. Rumlow, a name he'd left behind, buried within the depths of conscience along with Hydra. He understands your assignment, a simple extract and kill. What Volkov had promised in exchange for your life - Steve's whereabouts - seemed too good to be true, maybe a possible reality in a utopian world. But, this is his life and it's not paradise. He takes a few steps until his hands hover over your gun, angling it towards his heart.

"Then save them."

He whispers the location and you try to zone out, lose control so you don't hear his words. It's too late, two snipers emerge from buildings on command, both taking positions on either side of where you're standing. The chill that runs down Bucky's spine doesn't go unnoticed as he spots the red skull badge on their sleeves. Rumlow knew you wouldn't kill him.

Bucky nudges your chin with the tips of his fingers, reaching into his jacket, he slips his gun into your hands. No words are spoken but you know what has to be done.

Taking a much-needed breath, you pull the trigger at him, not witnessing the wine coloured liquid spreading across his chest instead, taking cover before shooting one of the snipers lurking near a thin pillar. The other one begins firing near the car you are ducking behind. You sprint into his blind spot and kill him with a shot to his head.

Without wasting another second, you spot Bucky clutching his chest in pain. It takes a frozen second for you to dial 911, shaking with dread before Rumlow sends any more of his men and the chances of Bucky surviving vanish. A concerned voice replies to your incohesive string of words, you're barely making sense, the nurse ends the call ensuring 'they're on the way'. Bucky grabs your hand amongst the turmoil, light-headed and pale from the blood seeping through his clothes.

"This isn't goodbye."

And you run.

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E I G H T  M O N T H S  L A T E R

Even after weeks of desperately searching for him, he was nowhere to be found. You'd gone back to the hospital, the nurse gave you a distressed glance, saying he hadn't mentioned anywhere in particular. That he was gone once discharged.

You didn't give up though - he'd sacrificed himself for your family in a sheer heartbeat. Bucky was the wind to your storm - a second here another gone. He was mysterious beneath the layers of kindness and affection, tender yet deep like the lyrics of a love song - words you've yet to discover, only hoping you weren't wrong.

A few of your old confidantes were able to carry out under-the-ground operations in exchange for Bucky's location: Edinburgh.

Under the chilly winter winds, you walk along the snow-freckled pavement. Sitting at a dark wooden bench inspecting calming patterns of skate lines etched across the river's icy surface, puffs of crisp air revealing themselves as you sigh.

"I was right."

His voice beckons a long-awaited smile on your face. Sharp blue eyes gazing at a few younger skaters wobbling while they glide along. You begin to stammer out an apology, but he shakes his head, still not meeting your eyes.

"You had no choice."

"Did you find him?" You ask eagerly as he takes a seat next to you.

"Pulled a few strings with some old contacts." Bucky turns to face you, a genuine smile he hadn't felt in ages tugs his lips. He takes your gloved hand in his, entangling his fingers with yours with a dazed look washing over his features.

"He's here."

[guiltysecretpasttime]

Adversity

A fanfic story

Overview: Lin and Tenzin are both at the height of their respective careers – she with the Metalbending Police and he with the Air Nation. Questions about their future begin to arise and things come to a head when Lin responded to an emergency call. Would her job take them from each other forever? Eventual HEA. Non-canon compliant, AU. (Notes at the end of the post.)

Chapter 1

Lin was once again pulling a double shift, finishing up this month’s crime stats report that needed to be filed at city hall tomorrow. Aside from having the routine meeting at city hall, tomorrow also marks Lin’s first ninety days as the chief of police.

She lightly rubbed a crick at her neck as she proofread the document.

Having taken over the Republic City Police Department when her mother, the metalbender Toph Beifong, stepped down, Lin Beifong recognized that taking on this responsibility goes beyond upholding the family legacy.

She pushed on, double checking the figures. Hoping that this was enough at least to keep the council contented. While some of the council members saw her growing up, she knew they were going to be fair as in all their dealings. However, the rest of the members were likely to be more difficult with her, with the mistaken notion that they needed to compensate for the perceived bias of the city founders. It also did not help that her mother was not as charismatic as the other founders.

Lin sighed tiredly as she pulled out another case folder; she had her work cut out.

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Tenzin frowned deeply at his bowl, as though the stew his mother prepared offended him greatly.

His sullen mood was out of place amidst the boisterous laughter of his family at the dinner table. On another day, he would have eaten his sea prune stew with gusto. Tonight, he should have done so as well, given that his mother went all out with the dishes as the extended family was present.

Bumi, his eldest brother, arrived two days ago on shore leave. His uncle Sokka, meanwhile, landed at Air Temple island that afternoon, in preparation for tomorrow’s council meeting.

His uncle continued to regal the table with stories, getting more and more exaggerated as the night wore on. His father, the Avatar Aang laughed accordingly at the right moments, encouraging the stories further. Beside Sokka, his wife Suki held his glass upright without skipping a beat as he pounded on the table in emphasis on how heavy the imported cabbages were in the Southern Water Tribe. Tenzin’s sister Kya chatted their aunt’s ear off at her other side.

It was a lovely meal indeed and the company was not so bad either. In fact, Tenzin was looking forward to this family dinner. The week was ending and it was particularly challenging one.

He had a long session with the new Air Acolytes earlier and he had a vague impression that they were not taking him seriously as they would his father. He just wanted to have a relaxing night with the family and Lin.

Granted, Lin was practically family. But it was her that Tenzin was specifically anticipating to spend time with that night. He had a lot of things on his mind but he knew Lin’s presence would help tamp down his worries.

Katara noticed her son’s preoccupation as the dinner went on. Every couple of minutes or so, Tenzin would look up at the doorway, as though expecting someone. As the night went on, his mood turned sour.

Presently, he attempted to stab the sea prune with his spoon.

“Tenzin, dear, would you like a fork?” Katara called out, lightly touching his arm, startling him from his reverie.

“Wha-?” Tenzin was drawn out of his thoughts, as the stew splashed on his robes when the prune slipped from his utensil.

“Fork? Or a knife?” His mother held out a small table knife to him. “Is something bothering you?” Katara had an inkling on what (or rather who) was on his mind. “How was the session today?”

Tenzin shrugged but took the knife. “It was fine, mother.” He wanted to share his misgivings about the air acolytes but did not want his siblings to overhear. “We were able to start and end on time.” Lame as it was, that was the only positive outcome of that meditation session.

“That’s good to hear,” Katara took a bite of her own stew. “They are from the Southern Air Temples, right? How is the restoration going on from their end, did they share anything about it?” She intended to draw him away from his obviously stormy ruminations.

Just as Tenzin was about to respond, Sokka suddenly turned his attention to mother and son. “Heeey – I knew I forgot something! Where’s Lin?”

Tenzin grew uncomfortable as the table went silent, each person looking at him expectantly. He cleared his throat as he loosened his collar. “She’s still at the precinct, I believe.” He did not miss Katara and Aang share a look but he chose not to acknowledge it.

“That young lady is working too hard,” Sokka run his hand at his beard. “On the other hand, look at her sister Suyin, with two kids at the age of twenty-four. I mean, sure they’re both productive, if you get what I mean. Am I right?” He elbowed his wife, looking for affirmation. Suki looked nonplussed. So he leaned to his other side, elbowing Bumi instead, who gave him a thumbs up.

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Finally, at half past eleven in the evening, Lin found herself unlocking the door to the apartment after satisfactorily completing the documents in time for tomorrow’s meeting.

“Tenzin, I’m home.” She called out, as she took off her boots and removed her armor. “I’m sorry I’m late.” She pulled her long black hair from the bun it was in the whole day. “Had to finish up some paper-.” She finally realized she was alone. “Work.”

The dark and empty room puzzled her but she ignored the unease that crept and proceeded to the bathroom to wash her face.

Seeing the empty space where she and Tenzin kept their toothbrushes and toiletries, Lin cursed.

She just realized she forgot something tonight.

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After somewhat successfully averting the disaster called Sokka’s big mouth by introducing dessert, Katara followed her youngest child who excused himself to the patio once dessert was served. She studied his stiff posture as he gazed at the distant lights of Republic City.

“Son, is everything okay with Lin?” Katara was not one to beat around the bush. “She’s not in trouble, is she?”

Tenzin shook his head quietly. “She’s fine, Mother.” He really did not want to discuss his relationship right now.

“Don’t mind Sokka,” Katara plodded on. “He’s just probably excited to hear about more grandchildren within our group. You know how he doted on Iroh when Zuko used to bring him over.” She smiled in recollection how Sokka had pranced around with the toddler on his back, pretending to be a dragon.

“Iroh is just a couple of years younger than me.” Tenzin grumbled, not liking where the conversation was headed.

Katara waved him off. “You were well in your teens by then – a far cry from toddling little Iroh.” Seeing no further comment coming from her companion, she gestured to the side buildings. “Do you want me to call on the Air Acolytes to prepare Oogi tonight? I had them bring him to the barns as I thought you’d be staying overnight. They can easily prepare him for your quick trip back to Republic City though.”

“No, it’s fine.” The tall airbender was starting to hate that word: fine. “Oogi’s probably resting already. And I haven’t decided yet if I’ll stay tonight,” His equanimity would be sorely tested should he see Lin now.  “I can always borrow a glider to get back to the mainland.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” His mother gave him a side hug. “You know your father and I are always here for you and Lin, right?”  She felt him nod. “Don’t stay out too late – it’s a bit chilly these nights.”

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Lin fought with herself as to whether she should drop a call to Air Temple Island at this time. She wanted to speak to Tenzin. Correction: she needed to apologize for forgetting about the family dinner.

Seeing that it was almost midnight with no hint of Tenzin or Oogi in sight, Lin decided to risk waking the household up.

“Pick up, pick up,” Lin murmured as she heard the phone ringing.

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Unbeknownst to her, the raucous cacophony made by a drunk Sokka, Bumi and Kya drowned out other noises within Aang’s house.

Rolling his eyes as he saw Bumi throwing back a large tankard, Tenzin decided to retreat to his bedroom to bid his time before going home to Lin. There was no way he would allow himself to be dragged into Sokka’s drinking game, which was likely to happen should they see him crossing the threshold to glide away. With a highly skilled waterbender in said drinking group, he did not want to take any risks of possibly being pulled into the ocean at this late hour.

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With fatigue eventually overcoming him, Tenzin barely felt the mattress shifting nor did he feel the bed dip with the weight of another person joining him. He sighed sleepily as he curled closer to the source of warmth beside him.

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Note:  Hello to my lone reader! So here’s my trial in creating a Linzin fanfic (cross-posted in archiveofourown too). I’m hesitant to post something online but it felt nice to share it with you. Not sure if this plot has already been done, or if this is a familiar trope already, but just the same I’ll be posting it here as I’ve started to rediscover the fandom recently. I’ve been fascinated by the Linzin pairing and I wanted to give it a shot. There was something very poignant about them and while I’m a sucker for angst, I wanted to try to give it a try to give them a happy ending. This is also non-canon compliant, obviously. Let me know what you think! 😊

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Other chapters here:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

[quillium]

Look... as much as I love angst... Danny’s parents post-reveal has so much fluff/crack potential. So what if they accept him... but a bit too much? And I don’t mean in a bad way. I mean in an embarrassing, “mom please stop I’m a teenager” type of way. So some ideas for a post-canon, post-reveal fic:

Danny wants to find a solution to getting rid of ghosts besides just “punch them and shove them back in the ghost zone” so he asks around and starts helping ghosts pass on

Of course, Sam, Tucker and Jazz help the ghosts pass on. His parents are still mostly processing... or so Danny thinks. In fact, they are plotting...

A ROAD TRIP to help ghosts pass on. They deck out the van with lame stickers and tags and call themselves a super lame name like the “Ghost Helpers” and Danny is dying inside

This is kind of their way of compensating and being like “We love and accept you, Danny, and we’re going to go over the top to help you”

Danny: I know that you love and accept me. I know a bit too well. Stop.

Jazz is like NO, I have PLANS for the summer and they don’t include a lame road trip with my parents

But obviously, she goes because a) she has to and, b) she can’t leave Danny alone with her parents

So that’s all built up to say this entire fic will be a fluffy crack road trip thing

Jack forgets to pack anything besides stuff to help them find ghosts to help pass on and Maddy packed the bare minimums

Jazz is like “I knew this would happen so I packed all our toiletries and anything we might need”

There’s this running side gag of Jazz trying to be as productive as possible whenever they make a stop and Danny is helping ghosts pass on--to varying levels of success

One example: Danny is helping the ghost of a little girl in a haunted mansion pass on. Jazz is trying to volunteer at a nearby museum. The little girl wanted a trip to the museum (once she goes, she’ll pass on) so Danny takes her and Jazz has to try and prevent any damage from happening (ex. everything starts floating when the ghost enters and Jazz is like THESE ARE PRICELESS ARTIFACTS) while getting credit for college applications or something

Another example: Danny desperately needs Jazz because the ghost is willing to pass on as soon as they get one therapy session and Jazz is the closest they’ve got but Jazz entered a singing competition earlier and now her voice won’t work and Danny’s like “WE NEED TO HELP THE GHOST PASS ON” and Jazz is like “MY VOICE DOESN’T WORK” and it’s mostly funny

Also: Jack and Maddy trying to help but Danny and Jazz are like maybe that’s not the best idea so at first there’s also a running gag of them trying to keep Jack and Maddy away

but obviously the theme of this story would be family or something so in the end Danny lets his parents help and it’s a bit of a mess but it works out

Danny’s parents trying to do bonding things but they always do it with a twist

Example: Jack sees on TV that normal families play board games, so instead of buying Monopoly, he turns the entire city into a giant life sized board with some machine on the hottest day of the year and Danny and Jazz don’t have any other obligations but they just really don’t want to do it

They pretend there’s a ghost thing but then Jack is like “GREAT I’ll tag along!!! :)))” and they’re like “oh no what do we do” and it’s a huge misunderstanding comedy type thing

In the end they play the game together and get slushies and ice cream and it’s really cute and they do end up bonding

Anyways, I just want a fluffy fic in the DP fandom. Feel free to add on, I might add on later.

[mrsspidermanmaryjanewatsonparker]

Amazing Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows #13-15 Thoughts

Previous thoughts here.

Yes I know I couldn’t be later to this party but I started this series so I’m going to finish giving my thoughts on it.

I tried very hard to finish Houser’s run on RYV in time to read Spider-Girls but it just didn’t happen, I only made it up until just before the penultimate arc and I didn’t write up a proper post of my thoughts back then. So I re-read her first arc today with ambitions of re-reading the next 2 stories before finally experiencing the final arc and then Spider-Girls as part of reading over most of Spider-Geddon. What you will read below are a mixture of some initial thoughts I jotted down during my first read through and my thoughts upon revisiting the story, mostly the latter.

Oh SPOILERS I guess

So let me immediately get some obvious business about Renew Your Vows’ direction from here on in. The book, sans its covers, desperately misses Stegman. It also misses Conway but that is not a condemnation of Houser at all.

Houser in this arc does a good job with the situation presented by the new direction. Whether that new direction was her idea or editorials is unknown, though likely the latter.

And really that is the absolute worst thing about this story, the new direction itself.

It isn’t so much that it is bad unto itself but it is reductive that after 12 issues building a certain status quo, the one also built by the RYV Secret Wars mini-series and was promoted by Marvel prior and during the book’s initial release that we are abruptly changing course in a big way.

The book is still unique, at least the Spider-Books on the stands (even now). But it is less unique for various reasons.

Firstly we simply have way more teen heroes than pre-teen ones. Secondly a book that pays much attention to Spider-Man’s super powered teen daughter is going to either tread upon familiar ground that Spider-Girl stood on or else it will evoke Spider-Girl in the memories of the readers. Annie unto herself innately did this anyway, but that was offset when she was much younger than Mayday.

It also throws away the world building and set up Conway enacted in his initial arc, not to mention it just fast forwards a lot of Annie’s potential character development.

Does this render Annie uninteresting or the premise less likable? No because Houser has a strong handle on both the characters and more specifically what RYV as a book is.

Perhaps this is nowhere more apparent in how she structures her opening arc. Each issue shifts the POV to one of the Parker family, starting with Peter, then handing off to MJ and concluding with Annie, exactly like Conway’s first three issues did. This is a pretty clever way of conveying to readers Houser ‘gets’ the book and reassure readers who might not be thrilled about the time skip that these are the same characters just at different points in their lives, and not even that different, sans Annie.

This is rather realistic because Peter and MJ being the adults are comparatively less likely to change all that much even within 8 years whereas Annie inevitably will drastically change going from a pre-teen to an out-and-out teenager. Fittingly Houser compensates for this by showcasing Annie’s new state of being throughout the issues that are about Peter and MJ.

On the one hand this does somewhat undermine the idea that this book is about the family collectively as opposed being about Annie or placing Annie as the ‘first among equals’ in the team dynamic of the book.

On the other hand since the book is about the Parker family it adds up that so much of Peter and MJ’s characterization will stem from their relation to Annie; your child is after all the most important thing in your life.

So we get Annie’s somewhat more salty and disconnected relationship with a Peter who is very much starting to feel his age. Which is GOOD, the obnoxious proliferation of teen Spider-Man renders almost any older portrayal interesting by default. With MJ though, Annie seems to have a much more conciliatory relationship, its more that she exhausts her mother and seems more comfortable going to her about stuff. Also as a nice way of distinguishing her from Mayday, Annie seems to share her mother’s passion for fashion which Mayday actively didn’t.

Speaking of fashion lets talk about Annie’s new costume. I’ll level you all..it looks better than her prior costume, but also less unique but neither is...all that great. I guess when you have Mayday Parker and Spider-Gwen and all the Spider-Women running around, coming up with something thing that fits the general Spider-Man motif, looks unique and also is really dynamic can be difficult. I can see where the designer was going though. Peter, MJ and Annie share the same outlines for where the chest areas of their suits turn into another colour. Peter’s is red and blue, MJ’s red and white and Annie’s is blue to black. So the ‘shape’ of the suit lends to the ‘unified family’ idea. The colours also make her stand out but maybe too much. If her parents had red chests and then she has blue it’s kinda weird. If the idea was she was trying to strike out on her own sure but I don’t get that impression at all. It is kinda cool she has MJ’s mask design but I preferred her old mask which was a compromise between her parents’ masks.

As for the main plot, I think Houser could’ve milked it much more than she did, we could’ve done with much more of the slice of life stuff and the Lizard was underutilized. There is a strong element of family defining the Lizard’s character because of his wife and child. In a book about family I presumed that was where we were going when he showed up. But...no he was just used as a monster amidst monsters.

I’m not saying Houser got the Lizard wrong just that there was an obvious and more compelling angle to exploited in the story.

The two big reveals surrounding the plot, that there is a zoo full of near-human people, and that it’s being run by Mister Sinister was also...underwhelming.

Spider-Man has the best supporting cast and rogue’s gallery within Marvel comics. Not only does this mean we don’t really need to see non-Spider-Man characters (like the X-Men) pop up, it’s frankly less interesting when we do because they have little-no history with Spider-Man or his family.

It was also just kind of a reveal that didn’t land for me, I could not care at all.

Mister Sinister was a little different because, I like Sinister as a bad guy I really do...but not in Spider-Man. I get including and referencing the X-Men in this arc because for some reason they were practically supporting cast members in Conway’s run, so paying that off makes sense. But why double down upon it with a major X-villain? Like the Jackal, even Doc Ock, either of them would be more fitting villains in this type of story or where the series implies it will be leading onto later.

It didn’t help that when we met Sinister initially in disguise there was just very little gravitas to him because he obviously looked like a no-name 18th century circus reject.

The ending let this arc down is what I guess I’m getting at. Issue #13 and #14 had pretty nice hooks for the next issues.

What was a letdown throughout though was the action sequences. They were pretty pedestrian along with the art overall. Like it wasn’t BAD per se (except Peter’s eyebrows...wtf?), it just was a major step down from Stegman and even Stockman, the latter of whom I think the artwork was chosen to be more like. It had this softer undefined element to it, and not in a Romita Senior way.

Returning to the character though, I do commend Houser for having a good grip on everyone and efficiently finding a way to distinguish them from one another across the three issues.

Peter dealing with being older and now decidedly less cool and engaging to his teen daughter is delightful..even if at points it feels like the narrative is kind of undermining him, especially in the Wolverine scene at the start of the story...still Dad Joke Spider-Man is awesome. Even more awesome is how together he over all is. This isn’t an angst ridden Peter Parker or one who is introspectively questioning himself. Throughout the story he gives off this air of relaxed experience, like he knows what he’s doing and can tell the situation allows for a few jokes and a bit of fun. Refrshingly he doesn’t angst about not pursuing the bad guy at all.

Moving on, Houser probably dissing MJ’s place in the Iron books at the time with her reprimanding and smack down of Tony was awesome (although I don’t get why she was so miffed at him). Her playing Spider-Mom, and more poignantly dejectedly owning it, was hilarious. Her sense of exhaustion is relatable whether you’ve been a parent or just been around them. It very much taps into Conway’s characterization of MJ as a juggler

Houser’s Annie also shines. She is believably an older version of the kid Annie we once knew but also stands firmly as her own person. She’s somewhat embarrassed by her Dad and wants greater independence. She loves being a superhero, but is (also in contrast to Mayday) a more of a punch first think later kind of gal with a dash of overconfidence.

She is untrustworthy of the Lizard and more gung ho, whilst MJ and especially Peter (to my delight) are both more reigned in and trusting.

This is nicely explored in the family’s single page descent underground where Houser gives Peter a really great speech about what it means for Annie to accept the great responsibility of the mask, that it might mean trusting those who are not trustworthy for the sake of others. This serves to nicely develop Annie as its her Dad treating her as more of an adult for the first time. the fact that it’s her Dad, the iconic hero Spider-Man conveying this wisedom onto her is very fitting and helps further legitimize Annie as a Spider-Hero to the readers of RYV and legitimize the new teen version to those jumping aboard at this point.

Not to be outdone, MJ an issue earlier got a wonderful piece of dialogue about how in spite of how their lives might be messed up by being heroes she and her family will still endeavour to make plans and live normal lives. Which is both a wonderfully inspiring heroic statement but also so very true to who she and Peter are as people.

Some other small points:

I saw Carrion amidst Sinister’s menagerie

The underground nature of the story’s conclusion nicely evokes the first arc by Conway

Overall Houser sells/sold you on the new dynamic with this arc as much as I preferred the older one and wish they hadn’t changed.

B+

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En Rose | Oneshot (M)

=> Jungkook likes staring at the girl who always rings into the store to buy pink daisies, but what happens when he runs out and can’t repay you for the money he already put into the broken cash register?

genre: fluff, good amount of angst, smut. flower shop! jungkook x you

warnings: sexual themes, extreme softness. 

word count: 6.1k

date posted: 3/14/18 EST

note: my first story did decently okay for having no following! long fics with the ‘bittersweet life’ theme are not my strongest suit- and considering i haven’t written seriously for an audience in almost two years (making my writing abysmally rusty in that fic), i’m glad at least 200 people took the time to appreciate Adam and Belle a little bit. cheers to more stories! sorry this is another jungkook fic, but i’ve had so much more ideas with him lately ^^

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There’s something absolutely heavenly about the strong scent of jasmines and roses that surround him on the daily. 

Jungkook didn’t know selling flowers inside a store would ever be his dream job, but here he is doing the midnight shift his boss was so desperate to give out when no one else would take it. With the addition of a few extra dollars, he’s giddy that he gets to spend more time admiring the amazing beauty of the place at night. He’s always loved gardens ever since he lived around them as a child, contrary to the boys in school who always ridiculed his passion and liked to pick on his sensitive sense of smell. Now a junior in college friend and three years fresh out of graduation, there’s no one to make him feel so bad about falling in love with floral plants- not like he ever felt ashamed in the first place, though. 

Who can pass up on the offer of taking the job? Beauty and the most wonderful scents in one place, and Jungkook would be foolish as to ignore the ‘Help Wanted’ sign outside the door when he was walking by it on a day out in his city hometown, Busan. As any sane person without a job would do, he went in for an interview and got accepted instantly due to the low employment, the boss soon promoting him to assistant manager upon noticing his utmost dedication. Jungkook decides that it’s one of the best decisions he’s ever made, considering he’s standing behind the counter three months later with a stupid smile still plastered on his face because he’s too busy admiring the flowers that litter the store’s space. 

Though, there is one thing that takes his mind off the awe-striking petals and healthily green stems; something that’s been here for more than a few weeks of working there. 

“Hello?” 

You.

Jungkook watches you push at the glass door and ring the bell, a little dandelion tucked behind your ear as you turn your head toward him and give a small grin. His heart instantly melts at the sight of your graceful face being illuminated by the moonlight shining through the windows, and he sighs lovingly as he props himself on his elbow and buries his palm into his cheek. 

“Oh, you again? Your name’s Jung… kook, right?” You ask, laughing sweetly as he nods. “You’ve been here since forever, you’re the best.” 

You’re cool Jungkook, you’re cool. Act cool.

“Yes, and you’re Y/N!” He beams at you, his voice echoing in the small shop as he blushes pink at the realization of his loudness. “Sorry… I drank a lot of energy drinks to work this shift.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. 

You only hum at him while walking yourself through the shop, too infatuated in the pretty bouquets of roses in the glass vases as he excuses himself from behind the counter. He trails behind you, watching you run your fingers softly over the red petals of the floral arrangement. 

“So, looking for anything special Y/N?” 

You shake your head and smile, turning around to look behind him at the closed door. He turns around to see what you’re looking at, and he nods knowingly at your gesture. 

“Pink daisies, like the usual?” He asks and looks at the empty space where they’re supposed to be. “Seems like we ran out on the display. I’ll go in the back.” 

You nod and put the five-dollar bill in his palm, and Jungkook winks playfully at you as he quickly retreats to the register on the counter to count the money and cash it in. He pulls out keys to unlock the door behind him, and he disappears into the large room containing pots of soil and heat lamps. 

“Honeysuckles, daffodils, orchids and…” He stops at the half bloomed flowers, and he sighs at the sight of them. “No full-grown pink daisies, apparently.” 

“Having trouble there?”

Jungkook jumps at the voice and clutches his chest, turning around to look at you as you cock your head and smile at his reaction. “U- uhm yeah, there’s no more pink daisies…” 

He rushes out past you with a shade of red burning on his cheeks, trying to open the cash register back up to recover the bills you handed to him earlier. His breath hitches when punching the ‘open’ button doesn’t work, and he vigorously hits the machine with his fist until it becomes even more broken. Whispering in frustration, Jungkook curses under his breath.

“You’re a little bit rough there, aren’t you?” You say over his shoulder, chuckling as he freezes up at your presence.

“I kind of ran into a little bit of a problem,” he laughs nervously as he turns around, propping his palms on the marble counter and concealing the device. 

You lean over to look at the mashed register behind his arms and smile sweetly when he blushes in embarrassment, watching as his black locks fall over his doe eyes. You decide he looks absolutely beautiful the way he is, his floral-patterned shirt matching perfectly with his blue ripped jeans and supple skin. He’s stunning in a way so complex, yet the way he presents himself is so simple. 

You’re reminded why you keep going to this specific flower shop even when there’s plenty others that are much closer to your college dorms; it’s the boy who stands behind the counter all the time staring at you. You’ve secretly been catching little glances at him too, ever since you walked in one day less than a month ago to check out your favorite flowers- pink daisies. 

“Can’t get my money back, can you?” 

He looks to floor and sighs in disappointment. “Any other flowers you want? I’ll give you five extra of them for compensation?” 

You quickly shake your head, and you watch him frown in rejection as he pouts his lips. He looks disappointed and stares up at you with guilty eyes, but you have a better idea in mind. 

“Then how can I-”

“Go out and have coffee with me across the street?” 

You watch as the boy looks up in quick surprise, unbelieving of what you just said. He gulps, mouth working to put out words that you could understand. 

“Can you… repeat that?” He says quietly, and you chuckle at his bewildered response.

“I said you can repay me, by having coffee with me,” you state boldly, putting your hand on your hip as you did so. “What? Going to reject that offer? Guess I’ll have to talk to your manager in the morning and-” 

Jungkook quickly jumps, shaking his head silly. “No! Don’t do that… I- I love this job,” he murmurs.  

“I know you do. You’re cute, Jungkook.” You grin at him, grabbing his hand that fit perfectly with your own.

His face flushes into a furious red at the compliment and the sudden contact, and it’s not like Jungkook’s never held the hand of another girl or been called cute before- he’s twenty-two years old for god’s sake, but there’s something special about you that doesn’t compare to the flings and girls he’s had back in high school. He’s not usually a blushing mess around just anyone, and he almost despises himself to a point because this would go a lot smoother if he could stop being embarrassed and throw on the brisk and calm facade he usually wore when he was younger.

“Well… I guess you’re cute, too,” he says coolly back. 

You smile at his words, that damned smile that makes the butterflies go crazy in Jungkook’s stomach and his heart feel like it’s travelling a million miles a minute. He can only stand there dumbfounded because he’s hypnotized by your looks, but he’s quickly snapped out of it when you pull gently on his arm.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” You ask, dragging him away from behind the counter. “Let’s go!” 

Jungkook feels his insides flutter at your enthusiasm, and he quickly pulls out the keys in his pocket to lock the shop door on the way outside. You look almost goddess-like from the back, and he can’t help but get caught in a trance again when you pull him across the street as all the cars seize at a red light. Crowds of people surround you two as everyone rushes to cross, but he narrows his vision on you, and only you. 

It isn’t long before you two make it through the clear night skies and into the coffee shop, the scent of robusta and arabica beans filling his senses as you seat him in a booth in the corner. He grabs your wrist when you leave him there, raising his brow. 

“Wait, I’ll pay-”

You push down on his shoulder, “You saying yes is already good enough for the five dollars, now would it be polite to let you pay when I asked you out?”

Not only are you beautiful but you’re also kind, and Jungkook couldn’t ask for a sight more perfect when he watches you walk over and order the drinks. 

“I suppose not, Y/N.”  

You sit down across from him a few moments later, sliding over the plastic cup of caramel macchiato, and you with a mug of cappuccino sprinkled with chocolate powder. You don’t hesitate to press your lips against the cup and take a leisurely sip, and as you sigh with satisfaction Jungkook almost bursts out laughing. 

“You have a little something-” He puts a finger up to his upper lip as you look in confusion, your tongue swiping the wrong spot that was thick with cream as he stands up to reach over to your face. “Here, let me.” 

He rubs his thumb across the soft skin of your philtrum, wiping away the white above your lips. Unknowingly you both catch each other’s eyes while he pulls back after the act, and he gives a shy and awkward smile after he suckles the substance off his finger.

Jungkook is surprised when you slide out of your seat abruptly, taking the spot next to him as you take the white dandelion from behind your ear and hold it in front of both of your faces with two fingers. He stares as you make a circle with your mouth and blow gently at the flower’s delicate and fluffy segments, the pieces flying off and floating like fairies as the flower head and stem is the only remaining thing left of the plant. 

“What’d you wish for?” He asks shakily, gulping because you’re close enough for your bodies to be touching. 

You lift you lips at the question and lean your face closer to his, and Jungkook only watches with wide eyes when you’re so near that he can feel your breath against his. You move your head over to his ear, whispering the words so honey-like and sweet. 

“I wished for a kiss from you.”

You pull away with a coy grin and shoot your eyes away, you yourself embarrassed at your smooth attempt to flirt as he stares down at you. This time the boy isn’t nervous though, and he feels confident to a point as he puts a finger under your chin and pushes up so you both can see eye to eye. He only beams at you, before closing his eyes. 

Jungkook leans in to capture your lips with his, and he doesn’t restrain when he feels you kiss back and gently squeeze his hand that’s resting on your cheek. He tastes the sweetness of the cappuchino coffee as you both sigh in content, and it feels like an eternity of heaven before he pulls away. 

Both of your breaths are heavy, and as you reach your fingers up to run it over your lips in disbelief you wonder whether if it was all real or not. He giggles at your reaction, and he dives in to steal a quick peck on your cheek before you laugh softly along with him. 

“Wish granted.”

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La vie en rose. 

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You throw back a shot of gin, feeling the cinnamon flavored liquid give a slight burn as it travels down the expanse of your throat. The music is booming inside of the nightclub of dancing bodies and sloppy kissing, and you and the boy both look at each other under the flashing LED lights. You adjust yourself on the cushion of the stool, seeing him wait for your answer to the question.

“Truth.” You say one of the two options confidently as he smirks at you, and he downs the alcohol as he gets lost in thought. 

You and Jungkook decided that coffee shop dates for three months straight grew old, so you both agreed to have a bit more fun than usual when his college invited both of you on a wild night out. Let’s just say that you’re confident in everything but your handle of liquor, considering that you’ve only managed to swallow down two drinks so far and you’re already feeling a bit tipsy. Jungkook on the other hand, is an absolute monster. He’s drinking shots of whiskey like it’s water, and you secretly enjoy this wild side to him you never knew about as his head bobs along to the bass of the electronic music. A guy who absolutely adores flowers and is sensitive can drink like it’s nothing, and it makes him all the more enticing in your hazy mind. 

You’ve both said ‘dare’ back and forth for who knows how long now, crazy bets to do something embarrassing or scream something toward the crowd of people dancing. So far you’ve ordered him to down the strongest drink there and sing the song that’s playing extremely off tune in a random girl’s ear, for which he both went through with amusingly as you sat back and laughed. Your dares have been rather tame though, his wishes of getting a long kiss on the lips and to piggyback him while he joins the crowd and bounces up and down to the music. You admit the last was fun because you really didn’t have to do anything, but now you’re bored and tired. So without thinking you decide to change up the pace by saying ‘truth.’

“Why…” He starts, tapping his chin in thought. “Why do you like pink daises and dandelions so much?” 

You choke after you start drinking the glass of water, and you fix the white flower that became crooked behind your ear. You hum, mind buzzing as you ponder over the answer as the male stares in confusion. You frown bitterly at the thought, so instead of answering the question you think it’s a better to stumble out of your seat and slam your shot glass down. 

“Let’s have some fun first!” 

You’re pulling him to the dance-floor and practically clinging onto his neck, trying to act more drunk than you actually are to receive your get out of jail free card. Jungkook is persistent though and stops your needless grind on him as he holds your hands that’s gliding down to his chest. 

“Wait, Y/N-” 

You shut him up by slamming your lips against his, and even though he kisses back for a brief moment it doesn’t last long when he pulls away and chuckles nervously. He holds your face in his hands, squeezing your two cheeks as he looks into your eyes softly.

“What are you afraid of telling me?”

Jungkook cocks his head, and you know he’s caught you lying about having too much to drink from the way he’s looking at you through the black strands almost covering his deep-brown orbs. You shake your head and put your hands on his wrists, taking off his gentle grip on your face. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kooks,” you say nonchalant, and he sighs in return. 

“Seriously Y/N…” 

His face drops into earnest disappointment, and he almost looks sad to a point because he knows you’ve been keeping something from him ever since you both started dating. It all started the first few weeks, and up until now you’ve rarely talked about your personal life or anything outside of college and your major in art. You usually completely avoided the subject of talking about yourself all-together, and it’s mostly him who leads off with talking about his day and his annoying older brother who always unexpectedly drops by his dorm room. All the fun and wildness of the night is wiped from his face, and he only stands there in the middle of the dance-floor and watches you bite your lip.  

Out of frustration and irrational decision-making you rush away from the scene, making your way outside of the nightclub as Jungkook follows quickly behind. He’s a little irked now as he grabs your wrist, pulling you around as you groan in annoyance. 

“What the hell’s up with you, Y/N? Always avoiding talking about yourself,” he scoffs at you as you throw his hand off. 

The tears start overflowing in your glossy eyes, because the wound you’ve been desperate enough to keep closed starts to rip open again and you wonder how a fun night out in the city is suddenly a trip down your past. You turn around to hide the water trickling down your cheeks. 

“Do you not want to be with me anymore?” He asks, hurt in his voice as he falters at the thought of it. “Why can’t you just tell me! What’s wrong-” 

“My parents died!”

There’s a silence that comes with the confession.

You bury your face into your hands and cry silently, wiping your tears like the helpless child you once were that day of the terrible car wreckage you stood in front of. You have suppressed the memories of everything associated with that event for a few years now, including your whole childhood that’s been involved with your parents and the struggle you experienced trying to get over it afterward. Most of your youth was lost before and after you were twelve years old, and you cringe when you think about the last time you’ve ever had a friend that you talked to; and not even lovers have you spouted out anything about yourself, until now of course. 

“Y/N… I didn’t know…” 

“My dad’s favorite flower was white dandelions, and my mom’s was pink daises,” you explain without thought, sniffling and turning around. “White dandelion behind my ear every day,” you say tearfully, touching your lobe and pointing, “and pink daisies for when I visit them in the cemetery every week.” 

The boy doesn’t say anything and only pulls you into his arms, his heart breaking at the sight of seeing you cry for the first time. He holds you tight and rocks you around while shushing your muffled sobs, petting your hair and kissing your temples to calm you. You start to quiet down after a few moments, and you’re finally able to form words shakily. 

“Jungkook?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Truth or dare?” You ask, looking up at him while wiping your moist cheeks. 

He decides to humor you and sighs softly, helping you dry your face with his thumbs as he pecks your nose. 

“Dare.” 

You give a small smile. 

“I dare you… to make me feel better.” 

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It’s a blur on how you end up against Jungkook’s dorm room wall, but you’re happy you’re there nonetheless as you feel the wetness of his lips against your neck. You moan in content as he sucks on a particularly sweet spot along your collarbone, and he’s answering back with hums of his own when you mewl his name. 

“You’re not too drunk for this, right?” 

He watches you shake your head, and almost instantly afterward he’s putting a hand under the hems of your white tank-top and running his fingers along your stomach as he pulls the fabric over your head. His touch is cold against your burning skin, but it only intensifies your pleasure as he continues attacking your neck with kisses and nips that you’re sure will leave marks in the morning. 

Jungkook decides that the sight of you squirming under him is too beautiful to not appreciate, and in a crave to see more he squeezes your clothed breasts and watches you gasp at the sudden act. He’s satisfied with your reaction and rewards you with a passionate kiss on the lips, a guttural groan tumbling from his mouth as he feels you grind against the hardness that’s obvious through his jeans. 

“Fuck, I don’t have condoms,” he breathes harshly at the realization, hitting his forehead against the white wall behind you as he growls in frustration. 

You shake your head. “Birth control,” you say to him after recalling a terrible night with a guy you had a fling with, knowing you could never bear to handle being starved again because of a lack of preparation. You’re thankful now since you don’t have to stop touching the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and you’re secretly happy that you haven’t had sex in awhile because everything else would be meaningless compared to this moment- to him. 

Jungkook only sighs in relief when you pull his face toward yours again, and he melts into the contact as he slides his hands down your half naked body and skillfully unclasps the black bra. He gulps at the sight of your upper half and doesn’t wait to dive in and lick at the erect tips of your breasts as he massages them, hearing you whimper loudly at the sensation.  

“You’re such a fucking turn on,” he pants as he takes off his own shirt, your mouth agape with a soft groan because you’ve never heard such a sweet mouth say something so lewd. 

Jungkook throws the article of clothing in an unknown part of the living room, smirking at the way you lick your lips at the sight of his lean muscles and toned stomach. He flexes slightly to show himself off. 

“Like what you see?”  He coos as he puts a hand under your chin so you can look at him.

“Didn’t know you exercised,” you giggle, and he grins at the adorable way you scrunch your nose- the way you always do when you laugh. 

He sweeps you off your feet and carries you in the direction of his room, and you’re both laughing each other silly when he carries you bridal and gently lays you down on his bed. He engulfs you under his body and grabs the floral-pattern sheets as he pecks you, nuzzling into your neck as he peppers it with gentle sucks. 

“I guess tonight’s the night to learn something about each other.”  

You watch him swiftly get off you while you whine, but he shushes your complaints with a kiss as he gets up to grab at something in the corner of the room. He comes back less than a minute later, a candle-lighter in hand and a triplet of small wax candles. He holds the three objects out. 

“Even though we’re both kind of smashed,” he chuckles, “this has to be special.”

Jungkook gestures you to pick between the three flower scented tapers, and as you look over your options you decide to close your eyes and point at one- Jasmine. 

“Excellent choice, miss,” he smiles, practically chucking the other two because he’s too eager to be on top of you again. 

He flicks the lighter as you both watch the tiny flame appear, and he cautiously puts the fire over the short wick as the candle flares up. As the fire burns the cotton and travels towards the wax, Jungkook puts it on the nightstand and sighs as he breathes in the sweet aroma and climbs back over you. He’s pinning your wrists to the bed, and he bites his lip because you look absolutely astonishing breaking down below him; you’re whining and whimpering, lifting your hips a little to get any type of friction through the fabric of your shorts. 

Deciding that you’re impatient, you put two fingers on his pants’ zipper while he’s too occupied with your neck that’s already marked up and pull down slowly. His breath hitches upon feeling you palm him through the opening you’ve made, and he sighs in pleasure when you stroke him through the cotton briefs.

You don’t know what’s better at this point, having Jeon Jungkook be shirtless and sweating profusely on top of you or seeing him falling apart so suddenly at your touch. You decide it’s too hard to choose, and for a taste to see him more wrecked you dig your hand past the hems of his boxers. You touch the sticky head of his length and swipe your thumb across the slit, and he throws his head back as he falls back to his knees. 

“God that feels good Y/N,” he groans huskily. “Keep going.”

You feel yourself agonizingly wet through your own shorts, but you decide to have a little fun of your own when you pull and throw away his jeans and briefs down in one fell swoop to reveal the large erection that’s been trapped. He’s harder than you expected, and as you sit up to lean down to be face to face with his lubricated head you can’t help but enjoy the way it drips with clear pearls. He tassels your hair with gentleness and draws you closer, watching you look up with an innocent look in your eyes as you kitten-lick a stripe up his leaking slit.  

“That’s so fucking hot,” he says, jumping up with a whimper when you suddenly engulf half of him.

Jungkook doesn’t act shy with his movements as you adjust to the length down your throat, pushing in little by little and watching your lips stretch the farther he goes. He thinks it’s a major turn on, seeing someone he deems so gracious and graceful with their mouth obscenely wrapped around him so voluntarily. Without thought he snaps his hips the rest of the way in, and he watches you gag and squeeze your throat around him when your nose is buried to the hilt. He enjoys the tightening feeling, petting your hair in encouragement. 

Your eyes are tearing up but you push through the urge, pulling back and pushing back forward while twisting your two hands on his slicked erection. You can tell he’s close after a few minutes of repeating the same movements, from the way the head is swelling with a deep red and how his breathing starts to become uneven. You get greedy and try to chase his high, but you’re forcefully pulled back as he leaves your mouth with a wet pop. You pout at him, and he gives a ragged breath as his chest pulses at the sight of saliva dribbling off your lips. 

“God,” he gasps, in complete admiration of how wrecked yet extraordinarily beautiful you still look. “I can’t wait to get inside of you.” 

You whine at his words. “Then what’s stopping you?” 

Jungkook responds by pinning you down and practically ripping your shorts off, a few seams ripping as he desperately tries to pull the black cloth down your ankles. Once he succeeds he groans, teeth clamping down on his soft lips as he stares at the wet spot that’s soaked itself through your underwear. He presses two fingers against the dampness and watches you squirm in pleasure.

“Please,” you plead while pressing your thighs around his hand, for which he responds with a satisfied hum. 

“You’re so adorable, I think I can get used to seeing you beg for me,” he whispers and leans down to peck your cheek.

It isn’t long before he slides the material down your legs afterward, a quick finger already prodding between your folds as he massages your clit. You bite down harshly on your lip when he inserts one finger, and soon after another once you adjust. 

“Don’t hold it in,” he demands, thrusting in his fingers further inside you as you jolt while making a sound between a moan and a surprised yelp. “I want to hear you.” 

You follow his order and start to freely enjoy the digits that are moving inside of your heat, falling apart under his hot touch as he gives a tentative lick up your clit. You’re soon pulling at his black strands until the point you think it could almost be painful, but he only hums into your lower region when you start yanking roughly. 

Jungkook continues his actions until he feels your trembling thighs around his face, and he knows to pull away when your breath starts hitching. Your complaints aren’t unnoticed when you cry out in retaliation, but he only smiles down at you when grabs his hard length and falls on his back on the mattress. He pats his thighs to entice you, and with a cute pout on your face you begrudgingly sit on his leg. 

“What are you doing?” 

He smirks at your innocent question. “Just a little something before I’m inside of you, baby.” 

You don’t get to ask further when he tenses his leg, and suddenly you’re seeing stars when his muscles dig into your folds just the right way. You jerk in surprise at the odd sensation, but you soon get used to it when he takes your hips and moves them back and forth over his muscular thigh. It’s crazy to believe that it feels better than having his fingers inside of you, and before you know it you feel yourself being lifted up by his arms. 

Jungkook positions you over his jutting and veiny length, your knees trembling as he pokes himself into your entrance and slicks his head up with your juices and his own pre-cum. He watches you cautiously as your hands cling onto his strained arms. 

“Are you ready?” He questions, chuckling softly when you nod profusely in impatience. 

“More than I’ll ever be.” 

Jungkook doesn’t wait to hear anything more, and he slides you down onto him in one swift movement of his hips and arms. A string of curses falls past both your lips, and he can’t help but dig his head back into the sheets and moan your name when your heat surrounds his length. You’re crying out in earnest, relieved that he’s finally inside of you because you’re seeing a million stars. 

It doesn’t take long before you build up a steady pace of lifting your hips and dropping back down, a heavenly sound always tumbling out of your lips when you do so. He begins to grow bored of the slow pace though, and when you start to get weaker and weaker with your movements because of the overwhelming euphoria, he takes lead and grabs onto your waist. 

“Hold on,” he warns as you fall down onto his chest, holding onto his shoulders and crying out when he starts snapping up into you. 

Jungkook believes it’s unbelievably breathtaking, the way your breasts bounce against his chest and how you’re biting into his shoulder like you’re holding on for dear life as you chant his name in hoarse and breathy whines. He continues to move your hips and jerk into you until you’re tightening around him, and by then you’re snaking your arms around his neck so hard that he believes any further will be choking him.

You prepare yourself for the waves of pleasure, and to help coax you he reaches down to massage your clit. You feel on fire at the attack on your lower region, but you don’t hesitate to chase your high when he soothes you through your whimpers. It isn’t long before you finally feel the butterflies in your stomach burst free as you go rampant over his body. Your mouth is agape as you orgasm, and even though you barely make a sound the boy can tell you’re riding your high from the way you’re furiously contracting around him. 

Jungkook follows soon after, making beautiful crescents on your hips as he groans deeply and shoots thick white ropes of his cum into your heat. Movements become slower and slower as you both ride the pleasure out, until it finally comes to a halt and he’s pulling out of you. His softened and wet muscle falls against his stomach, and he slides out of you as you’re dripping his seeds onto his skin.

“God you’re so messy,” he confesses. “But so fucking beautiful.”

He takes his length and pushes it back into you to drive the liquid back into your entrance, and a yelp of surprise falls from your mouth when he successfully does so. He smiles once he takes himself out and watches you collapse against his body, shaking due to the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. You look so peaceful against his chest, hair messy with sweat and little mewls of satisfaction vibrating against his skin.

You both interlock hands, and it feels like an eternity of heaven before something interrupts the silence.

“Woah there Kooks!” 

You scream out in embarrassment as you catch the man that’s staring at your exposed skin, hiding into the boy’s neck with an awkward smile as he quickly throws the floral sheets above your pressed bodies.

“Hyung! What the hell?” The younger screams at his older sibling, poking his head through a hole he makes in the cloth. “I thought I told you to stop coming uninvited,” he pouts and shoots daggers into the elder who’s laughing heartily. 

“Seems like my kid brother is growing up!”

Jungkook rushes up to slam the door in his brother’s face and lets out a noise of frustration, clenching his fists and shaking them in the air in silent anger. You watch him from under the sheet cloth, seeing him approach and climb to his spot back next to you with an apologetic smile.

“Have fun Kooks~” a voice chimes behind the door. 

You laugh when he swears at the male in response. “Your family is a bit interesting, huh?” 

"My parents are completely normal; Taehyung on the other hand--” he groans and slicks his hair back. “Don’t even get me started on him.” 

You giggle at his scrunched face, but suddenly you’re reminded of tonight’s previous events that lead up for this moment to even happen; you were too afraid to tell him about your own family- scratch that- your whole past. Your face contorts in guilt at the fact, and Jungkook notices how you’re feeling from the way your eyes drop and your lips start quivering.

“Something wrong, baby?” 

“You know, Jungkook,” you start. “I...”

You’re about to apologize, but then you look into his dark chocolate eyes to see that he’s staring back at you patiently. There’s not a hint of anger or grudge for your lack of honesty to him for the past few months, almost as if he completely understands even though he should be furious. There’s a reason why so many lovers and friends have cut you off, and that’s simply because you’ve seized to open your heart up to anybody after your parents’ tragic accident. 

Jeon Jungkook is the first person that waited; he’s the first person that’s continued going on dates with you even though you knew that he knew you’ve kept parts of yourself away from him. Ever since the first day you walked into the flower shop with a dandelion behind your ear and a bouquet of pink daisies in your hands, he’s always waited for you. And as you stare into the sea that is his eyes now, you can see nothing but love and affection- and patience.

You realize that Jungkook is never going to give up on you so easily like everyone else, and with that thought in mind you lean in to dig your head into his chest and nuzzle into his skin. 

Maybe opening up isn’t so bad after all.

“I love you,” you finally say. 

The boy grins in pleasant surprise at your confession because it’s the first time he’s hearing the phrase fall from your lips. He laughs like a little kid because he’s too happy that you said it, and as he does he grabs you in his arms and rolls you under him so that he can press his forehead against yours. He almost tastes the cappuccino coffee lingering on your lips from the first time you two kissed as he leans down, and he hopes he never forgets the feeling when he pulls away to look into your star-filled eyes that twinkle. 

Jungkook decides that he hadn’t seen the most beautiful flower, until he met you. 

“And I love you, Y/N.”