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heyitsyn · 4 years

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HALLOKNEE

Manager!Seijoh

a/n: a halloween special with our boys and the mess it is

summary: lets just say,, things get weird during halloween

okay so first of

halloween isnt a favorite holiday of most of the boys

like they all ltr are towers and skyscrapers but these kids are absolutely terrified of it all

but you just really like the holiday bc of yanno, candy, scary stuff, and omg costumes!

so you were basically very hyped and excited about it and you were excitedly humming to yourself as the date grew closer

the boys were confused as to why you were actually happy and in a good mood but they didnt complain bc they love seeing you happy

the flowery aura makes them heart eyes

HEART GOES DOKIDOKI

oikawa ran over and he stood behind you as you were distractedly humming to your clipboard

‘watcha doing, y/n-chan?’

he whispered to your ear

normally, you would shriek or flinch but you didnt and instead, turned and flashed him a grin

‘checking our schedule! i have a surprise for you all and i want to make sure theres nothing happening to stop it from happening!’

the boys grimaced and held a hand to their heart at your joy and they didnt even question what was going on or why you were so excited

all they know is you were happy

lmao oikawa got the hardest shot to it

he was front seat and his eyes widened and he froze

then he pulled you to his chest and nuzzled his face into your neck

‘aawwww~~!!!! youre so cute y/n-chan!!’

these idiots are so whipped and simp for you so hard that they completely forgot everything

your happiness continued for another week and my god that was probably the best week of their life bc you were just fluttering and giggling and skfjdslkjfdlflfkjs

to be fair though, you mentioned halloween being close and you were looking forward to a family night of watching scary movies in tv and duh these boys were already arguing with each other on who would protect you

‘I WANNA SIT NEXT TO Y/N-CHAN!’

‘WHY?! SO YOU CAN HAVE AN EXCUSE TO HOLD HER?! YOURE A PERVERT SHITTYKAWA!’

‘AS IF YOURE NOT ANY BETTER IWAIZUMI!’

‘HANAMAKI STAY OUT OF THIS!’

ltr its just a big warcry between the third years while the second and first years already were getting head pats from you for being brave boys and were comfy right next to you

‘my boys are so cute~’

ITS A LOVE SHOT! NAAA NANANANANANANAANANAAAAAA

by then, the surprise was getting closer and you were already jumping in your toes

the night before, you texted the group chat to meet you at the school by 8 pm tomorrow

they all sent replies saying okay with no questions

‘okay love you y/n-chan! <3′

‘got it! good night!’

‘sweet dreams darling!’

at around 7:30, you were standing by the school bus since coach mizoguchi omg bless his heart was going to drive you all

the boys were all dressed in warm clothing and my gosh they all looked like models what the heck

we’re just going to ignore and forget that hideous infamous oikawa outfit

but you didnt focus on that and instead waved at them happily

‘you guys!’

oikawa jumped joyfully at your voice before naruto running over to you and scooping you in his arms

‘y/n-chan!’

he shouted and you didnt mind being twirled around since you were giggling and laughing

after iwa punched his head, oikawa had to let you down and they continued bickering so you took this chance to go over to the others by the side

‘are you all excited?’

you asked and they smiled softly

kunimi ruffled your hair and you grabbed his hand

‘it’s really sweet you planned something for us, y/n’

watari reached over to pat your head and you wholeheartedly accepted the affection

‘oi, just tell us’

kyotani grumbled but you cutely smiled and held a peace sign

‘nooo~~!’

you checked your watch and you jumped

‘oh my! we need to hurry on the bus now!’

you herded everyone to sit in their seats and oikawa raised an eyebrow at the driver

‘oh? why is-’

‘your dear manager wanted to have a bonding exercise for the team. how could we refuse? oh, coach irihata said to make sure you know how to breathe and calm down’

the last sentence made question marks appear on everyone’s heads but you waved it off

‘oh come on, mizoguchi-san! dont ruin the surprise!’

you whined from your seat and the elder caught your eye at the rearview

‘just making sure to warn them, especially oikawa’

‘me?’

but he went unanswered

the team gave up trying to ask you bc you would just mischieviously smile and shake your head cutely

‘nope~! not tellingggg~!’

but oh my they were answered

mizoguchi dropped everyone off in front of a building where there was also other people at

owo the people just simply stared bc omg like 12 boys? thats freaking great and i have finally lived and can die peacefully now

the team blinked as they got off the shuttle bus and they were so confused that you waved mizoguchi off to make sure the boys wouldn’t run back to the bus if they figure it out

ofc our ever smart baby kunimi was the first to figure it out and his mouth opened

‘why,,, do you hate us, y/n-chan?’

slowly the light bulbs turned on in everyone’s heads and they all had the same shocked look

DKFLSJDKFJLDKFLJ LIKE IN OHSHC WHEN THEY FIGURED OUT HARUHI’S A GIRL OMG I MISS THAT SHOW

‘nope! im going home!’

kindaichi started to walk but you hurriedly grabbed his arm

‘nooo yuu-kun!!! noo!! please stay!! i worked so hard!!!’

you looked up with your puppy dog eyes and kindaichi scrunched his face up

no no no fight it kindaichi

but ofc hes weak to you so he sighed and went back with the group

‘oi, are you insane or what?’

kyotani, despite his tough facade, wasnt exactly the greatest with any jumpscares in movies so having a jumpscare in real life wouldn’t exaclty be,,,, not violent

but you trust he can handle it and leave the place without a charge for assault

it was clear the others were already regretting it and you got sad bc you did work hard on getting a reservation since this haunted house was the most haunted in this part of japan

your figure in front of them made them tear their eyes away from the scary windows which they swore had someone staring at them

‘come on, you guys! we’ll have fun! i promise! its not that scary!’

you assured but they still didnt look convinced

‘you know, i just,,, i wanted everyone to,, bond and,,, have fun,,,,,, and because halloween is my favorite holiday,, i thought i could share it with you all. but im sorry that i was selfish and,,,, did it even though you guys dont like it’

not at y/n being totally manipulative and using their affections and attraction to her to help her case

your downcast expression and sad eyes snapped them out of it and they just sucked it up and they all shared a look that practically meant

‘suck it up, and make sure y/n is having fun. forget about us, its her time right now’

this led to you guys standing in front of the door guy and he cracked up at the sight of this cute little girl bouncing in her shoes with a group of guys who looked pale and nauseous

‘reservation name?’

‘seijoh!’

you exclaimed and he looked in the list before nodding

‘okay. so first, the rope is what guides you all. make sure, whatever you do, never lose grip on it bc you might get lost. keep in mind, this is an actual abandoned hospital and is known to actually be haunted so unless you want to go ghost-hunting and meet unknown people or spirits, dont stray off’

that warning should’ve scared you like the boys but you just agreed with a bright grin

‘yep!’

the doorguy chuckled before reaching into the box beside him

ngl oikawa was already so scared that he flinched, not knowing what was inside of it

‘a flashlight to help you guide yourselves’

you held it tight and yahaba was already holding on to your jacket sleeve

‘also, phones in the bin, please’

‘hah?!’

iwaizumi started but you placed a hand on his chest

‘its to make sure no one films anything and ruins the surprise’

you assured and he stopped but continued glaring

everyone hesitantly placed their phones into the bin where they saw it being locked into a locker and the key was given to you

‘you can get it back when you exit so dont worry’

you nodded and the team rolled their eyes but nodded anyways

brats

‘all set? okay! go on in! happy hunting!’

omg you were slightly regretting it already

kyotani refused to not be away from you so he was holding your hand while yahaba remained clutching you

the third years wanted to appear all tough so they took the lead but oikawa was screeching and screaming at the littlest things which caused makki to scream and mattsun to also scream and then iwa and everyone else

it was like a screaming train

you even heard kyo gasp multiple times and you tightened your grip on his hand to assure him he was okay and you were right there

everything was going smoothly excused the screaming and everyone was actually having a little bit of fun since it was funny watching everyone scream at the littlest things

‘NOOO!!!!!!’

‘WAAAAHHHH!!!!!!’

the many rooms had the actors and dear god they should be emmy winning by how they just stared at you all and still sent shivers down your spines

then the unthinkable happened

the flashlight that iwaizumi was holding started to flicker and eventually died, leaving you all stranded in the pitch-dark

there wasnt even any light above you so everything was just black

everyone stopped, your breathing being paused and no one made a sound

‘RAAAA!’

someone from beside you shouted in your ear and you screamed so loudly and in instinct, everyone bolted forward with no direction on where to go

kunimi and kindaichi were holding each others hands and ran also dragging along watari since he was holding kunimi’s sleeve and also yahaba and you and kyo

‘IWA-CHAN!!!’

oikawa instinctively shouted and they all held on to each other

mattsun expected to catch ahold of watari’s hoodie since he was behind him but there was nothing but air

‘uh, you guys?’

he wished and prayed and hoped your voice would answer back but there was silence

‘oi! l/n y/n!’

he shouted and makki trembled in fear

‘iwaizumi? oikawa?’

‘h-huh!’

iwaizumi grunted and my goodness was this really happening

everything was going too smoothly that something bad happening shouldve been seen from the get-go!

the 4 third years were thankfully with each other since they were already huddled up at the front but their kouhais were nowhere near them

‘iwa-chan! what do we do!’

oikawa cried and iwaizumi hit him to keep him quiet

‘shut up shittykawa!’

‘oi! stop fighting and think about this!’

mattsun quieted them down into shaking forms

‘the team is gone. theyre somewhere in this hospital and there’s a chance theyve strayed off the path’

makki shakily breathed

‘so what should we do?’

iwaizumi bit his lip to think of a plan

‘should we just go around and shout and scream for them?’

oikawa suggested but makki turned it down

‘no. that would ruin it for everyone else. we’re not the only ones in here’

oikawa blanched

‘i dont care about the other people! who knows what happened to y/n! i give no fck about strangers when she could be lost somewhere in this big ass hospital!’

they were stumped with no solutions so they just agreed to iwa’s suggestion

‘lets just hurry and get this over with and meet the people outside and get their help’

‘or! we can ask the staff in here, the actors, to help us! this is an accident’

‘you stupid or dumb? you think they would help us? its an us problem, not theirs, so theyre not going to abandon their post and look for them’

ltr maybe its the panic thats making them all crazy but they just settledon hurrying up and finishing the maze so they could get help

but the moment they turned to what seems to be a corner, they already managed to get themselves lost

iwaizumi felt around for the familiar texture of the rope which is supposed to be at his right but in the end, his hand reached nothing

‘fck!’

he shouted and scared the other 3

‘WHAT?!’

makki yelled

‘the rope. the rope’s not here anymore’

silence

then oikawa sobbed

‘oh my god im going to die’

he whimpered and makki sniffled

‘i wanna go home’

mattsun and iwa were the only at least stable ones and they finally resigned to defeat and grabbed their friends and walked to nowhere

on to your side!!

you and the others finally stopped running but the beating of your hearts still pumped at a fast speed

‘are we safe now?!’

kindaichi shouted and there was a chorus of confusion amongst the others

‘iwa-san?’

you checked and usually he would grunt but there was just silence

it was quiet and the familiar voice of oikawa was nowhere in sight

‘i dont know about you guys but my oikawa sensors just shut off’

yahaba pointed out and you gasped

‘where are they?’

kyotani refused to let go so you felt around with your left hand for the rope

to your relief, it was still there but the feeling of the missing boys outweighed it and made your anxiety levels spike up

‘should we call them? lets call them’

yahaba started but kyotani bonked his head

‘baka. they took our phones earlier’

the reminder of the confiscated form of communication meant that there was no other way you could contact the others

panic bubbled over kindaichi watari and yahaba while you kunimi and kyotani were busy thinking of something

‘i think theyve strayed off. if they didn’t, they wouldve heard us from up there’

kunimi mumbled

‘but where else could they have gone to?’

you asked and kyotani huffed beside you

‘we cant see anything. hell, i cant even see you. obviously theres probably a hallway they ran down to without even knowing they went there’

‘so youre saying theyre lost? without any way to contact us? what do we do?’

you whimpered, finally realizing and the idea of the others being gone settling in

‘this is all my fault. i shouldnt have dragged you here. i made a mistake-’

‘hey, dont freak out. im right here’

even though you couldnt see him, kenta maneuvered his way to cup your face and you felt his forehead press against yours and his nose nuzzling your cheek

the smell of cherry blossoms and vanilla with the slightest hint of sandalwood

kyotani’s scent comforted you and you were able to calm down

‘we’ll figure this out. its okay, you got me’

he whispered and you nodded

‘youre right here. we’ll be okay, okay?’

you giggled a little bit at the repitition of the word but smiled when he pulled you close to his chest

ugh i mightve already written a kyo route but that doesnt stop me from putting in kyo moments :”)

the other 4 were figuring out a plan that was eerily similar to the 3rd years

‘lets just finish this and ask the staff for help later’

they all agreed to kunimi’s idea and hurriedly gripped the rope to start going back to the path

you were in between kindaichi and kyotani with the former in front and the latter behind you

‘im right here. you got this’

kyotani would occasionally whisper and you were so grateful to have someone to be there

then the lights flickered and your eyes caught sight of something down the hallway to your left and you noticed a shadow

a shadow of a tall figure that was kinda familiar

‘y/n-chan~’

you flinched and the voice of your blocker filled your ears

‘mattsun-san?’

you were too focused on the voice to hear the others questions of what was happening

‘over here, y/n-chan~’

there it was again

‘mattsun-san!’

you shouted and bolted to the hallway where you were sure the voice was at and you were ignoring the shouts of the others and kyotani hurriedly ran after you

‘mattsun-san!’

you shouted again and you ended up at the hallway, with the lights still flickering but there was no one

kyotani panted as he caught up to you before snatching your hand

‘oi! dont run off like that!’

it seems the others were too scared to let go of the rope that they were fine if kyotani went after you bc he was strong so he could protect you both if needed

right?

kyotani is a bark bark woof woof boy not a priest

you felt his warm hand grip your again as if to signal that you werent running off alone again

‘i heard him i swea-’

‘to your left, y/n-chan~’

ok ngl im getting chills writing this

the flickering lights allowed you to see the shadow again and yep there it was

it was at the end of the hallway to your left and once you turned and saw it, it ran to the right

‘mattsun-san! wait!’

as you were going to run, kyotani refused to let you go

he placed strong hands to your shoulders and you looked up at him, your eyes manic

‘listen to me, y/n. youre hearing things’

he firmly said

‘i dont hear matsukawa or anyone’

you started breathing heavily, the air seemingly getting colder and thinner

‘you dont understand! he was right there! his shadow-!’

‘let her play a game, boy!’

matsukawa’s voice this time took a harsh tone and even kyotani jumped, holding you to his chest protectively

‘oi! matsukawa! its not funny anymore!’

your eyes looked over kyo’s shoulder and you saw the shadow again from behind him

‘please trust me, kyo! hm?’

you begged and he sighed

‘im holding on to you. im not letting you go again’

this wouldve been romantic if you werent in an actual paranormal story

you chased after the ghost and it would occasionally whisper in your ear to keep your attention until you ran into a pitch-black hallway

‘what do we do now, y/n?’

kyo whispered and you trembled

‘mattsun-san!’

you weakly cried, knowing there was a strong possibility he wouldnt answer back

but a loud screech from the far right brought hope into you

‘Y/N-CHAN!’

is that-

‘oikawa-san?!’

you shrieked and there was a trample of footsteps running over to you and naturally, kyotani pulled you behind him

then a hand made you shriek

‘relax. its just me, y/n-chan’

mattsun’s voice sounded clearer this time since he was right beside you and you hugged him

‘come on. everyone hold hands so that no one will get lost. we’ll take about this later’

iwa commanded and as the true leader of the gang, everyone followed his lead

there was a red sign with the most amazing word on top of it

‘EXIT’

it looked like a door that was only meant for staff but at this point, you all were desperate to just leave

as you reached the handle, the voice came back

‘aw~ leaving so soon?’

you turned around, halting mattsun and kyotani as they held your hands and felt you stop

‘show yourself. i know you’re not mattsun-san so stop using his voice’

you demanded and you turned, feeling a chilly air rush behind you

‘boo~’

it whispered to your ear and you eyes widened at the sight from further down the hallway

you could make out a mass of a body and at the top, there was bright red eyes and white teeth smiling menacingly

‘oh my god’

you whispered and the boys saw exactly what you were seeing

‘what is that’

oikawa whimpered

its mouth obviously moved as it spoke

‘are you leaving me, y/n-chan? so cruel~’

its voice was sickly sweet and sounded like a teenage boy’s but was so mean and hate-filled

you started sobbing and oikawa turned the door to run but it stayed put and didnt budge

‘you were so fun to play with~ are your friends fun too~?’

it looked like it was coming closer with a hand outstretched and you started shivering and your voice ripped into a scream

‘stop! go away!’

iwa mustered all his strength and ran against the metal door but it opened on its own, leaving the boy to land on the grass from outside

you were pulled by the others before it could touch you and you were already hysterically crying before the first and second years ran over and engulfed you to a hug

you were being hushed by the them and you tightly held on to someone’s arms

‘sshhh its okay, we’re right here’

you reduced to hiccups before looking around

‘w-where’s the other people?’

you asked, taking notice of the empty field

‘are we at the back?’

the boys shared a confused look

‘huh? what are you talking about, y/n?’

you looked at yahaba like he was crazy

‘the other people! the other people wanting to go in! and the doorguy! the haunted event! the haunted house!’

their eyes flickered everywhere to try and make sense of what you were saying but in the end resulted to just pure confusion and fear

‘y/n, we’re not at some event’

iwa started and your eyes widened

‘w-what?’

makki shakingly placed a hand on your shoulder

‘y/n, you dragged us here to go ghost-hunting. and there’s no doorguy’

your eyes flickered down as your mind tried to wrap itself with what was going on

‘what do you mean? i took you here for a haunted attraction! the doorguy took our phones and locked them in a locker, remember?’

you wildly waved your arms around but they still didnt understand

‘and the flashlight! and the rope! w-we had to hold on to the rope! the rope made sure we didnt stray off the path! bu-but the flashlight! the flashlight died!’

kunimi noticed the beginning of a panic attack so he pulled you close to him and made sure you could feel his heartbeat

‘listen to me, y/n. you took us here because we all lost a bet with you and this was what you wanted since its halloween and we trespassed to go here and there was no doorguy who took our phones because all our phones died the moment we got here and we saw a rope hanging from the ceiling and we had no flashlight in the first place’

he whispered to your ear and you pushed away from him, curling your arms around yourself

‘no! what bet?! i took you here for bonding time for our volleyball team! you were getting busy for inter high so i figured this could help you have fun!’

now that took the cake

‘what volleyball team?’

your eyes finally settled on your ‘captain’

‘what do you mean, ‘what volleyball team’, oikawa-san?’

totally disregarding the fact that you just called him by his last name instead of his first, he focused on what you were talking about

‘if you wanted to bond with the volleyball team, then you brought the wrong sport team over then’

oikawa scoffed, feeling rage bubbling inside him at the familiar players of the volleyball team

‘you shouldve brought over nagisa and rin and them, then, y/n’

makki bitterly mumbled and you were just so exhausted and tired and confused

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT’

you bursted and started crying which ofc prompted the others to calm down and focus on you

‘y/n, love, we’re the swimming team, not the little ball playing game’

mattsun reminded and you shook your head, disbelief and utter fear present in your face

‘then-then! oikawa-san! give me your right knee!’

you ran over and he questioningly raised his leg

‘uhh,, what are you doing, y/n?’

kunimi asked but you waved him off, determination in your eyes

‘this should prove hes a volleyball player’

then you punched it really hard which resulted with a sickening pop

oikawa screamed

a/n: idk if the concept is clear enough but uwu send in a guess and ill answer if you got it right

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jennnsartofgettingby · 3 years

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the brother of house black: sirius and regulus angst

cw: mentions of abuse. again its angst read with caution

a/n: this was something i wrote months ago because i only know pain. so here share my pain. if you guys like this i have continuations written that i can post

"sirius," regulus cried in a hushed voice seizing his brother by the wrist. "just do as they ask, we both know its the only way."

sirius snapped his wrist from regulus' grip staring him down coldly

"you know better than anyone that i can no longer refrain from expressing my beliefs," he stated

regulus' lip quivered. he was terrified for his brother and what his parents would do when sirius finally pinched their last nerve

"if you do this, they will never forgive you. they will not hold back. they will treat you as if you were never their child, their heir." regulus attempting to sway his brothers mind

sirius shook his head pinching the bridge of his nose is frustration. "regulus you are the only member of this wretched house who has ever loved me, who i have ever loved."

"so then listen to me!" regulus cried stepping towards his brother

"no," sirius shot. "im sorry it has come to this but you gotta promise me something, alright?"

"fine," regulus huffed. he crossed his arms awaiting his brothers request. he was angry. he felt his heart ache. but he understood. and that was enough to continue to be a bystander to his brothers situation

"you will not interfere, no matter what they do." sirius replied at last. "you are not to throw yourself in the line of fire for me, okay?"

regulus nodded and agreed against his better judgement. "you have my word."

they stared at each other for a long moment. two brothers with two very different stories

sirius saw the pain deep within regulus' eyes. he thought he might cave. then he remembered orion and walburga. he remembered their cruel punishments and their awful beliefs. he remembered the first time he was hit with a torture curse; how he collapsed to his knees wincing in pain, a pain unlike any other he had ever felt before. so he blinked the thought of being their puppet away

he had imagined all his life what it would be like to finally confront his parents. what it would be like to run away. how freeing it would feel; how freedom would taste. how happy he would be to escape. but now as he stood minutes away from that reality it was nothing like he expected. he thought it would be easy and simple. he never imagined to have second thoughts or any sort of doubt

he had been wrong. he wished he had the courage to stay and continue to watch over regulus. he was at his own breaking point, however. if he stayed, it would kill him. he had to leave. he had to be selfish. he could only hope regulus would understand some day

regulus stared at his elder brother in complete and utter awe of his courage. never once had sirius backed down or begged for their parents mercy. he silently winced in pain whenever his parents used curses on him. i wish i had what you have, he thought. he could never be the brave man his brother had grown to be. but he could save himself. which was all sirius had ever wanted for him; to be a puppet until he could disappear into a kinder world

"come here" sirius mumbled opening his arms towards his baby brother

regulus embraced him as if it would be their last hug. if it was, he wanted to remember it. they squeezed each other tightly. almost tight enough to suffocate the other

sirius released his brother and pulled away keeping his hands on his shoulder

he gave him a stern look, "worry about saving yourself, okay? and ill worry about saving myself."

regulus nodded and watched his brother disappear shaking with fear of what was awaiting his brother in the library

while regulus waited in silence and agonizing worry sirius was making his way to his parents who resided in the library

"you called for me," sirius said stepping into the room

his parents sat on opposite ends of the ouch and stood as their eldest soon entered the room

"yes," orion said quite calmly

"come," walburga demanded waving him further into the library. "we have an important matter to discuss."

sirius nodded and took a seat in the leather chair across from the couch. its now or never, he thought to himself. he did his best to stay calm and composed. if his mother suspect the slightest suspicion from him surly she would read his mind. if that happened he stood no chance

"you are getting older, becoming a man," orion stated

"well spotted," sirius grinned. he had to keep them guessing

"quit it with the jokes young man," his mother hissed sitting up snappily

he nodded at her then turned his attention back to his father

"as you know the war is progressing quickly and this is happening sooner than we anticipated," his father explained

sirius grew warm as his nerves spiked. he thought he knew what this would be about but now he was not so sure. he felt as thought he was playing a game without knowing the rules

"i apologize, im sure you were not expecting this all so soon but," his father paused. if thee orion black was hesitating to speak, sirius knew this was far worse than anything he had anticipated

"you must take the mark at once," his father finally getting down to business

"what!" sirius blurted not intending to

"you heard your father," his mother replied sternly. "you are to take the mark as soon as possible. tomorrow morning to be exact."

sirius sank back in the chair. everything was blurry. his mind was racing, spinning actually. his heart was beating out of his chest or so he thought

this cannot be happening, i was supposed to have at least another year or so before this was asked of me

"well," his father pulling him back to the situation at hand

sirius stood up, "no"

"no?" his parents said in unison puzzled looks on both of their faces

"no," sirius repeated. "i will not"

"it was not a choice young man," his mother started

"it was a demand," his father finished

"and i said no," sirius held his ground

"i will not take the mark of a man who stands for beliefs i do not value let alone agree with. our blood does not make us any more worthy of a place in this world," sirius spat angrily

they stared at him mouths hanging open as if they were astonished by what he had said. were they really expecting anything else? sirius asked himself. they know i would never

"oh dont look so surprised. i was the black sheep of this family for the moment i came out of you. everyone knew it. i was never going to be your heir, your perfect son," he carried on

"you are no son of mine," orion stated standing up and pointing his wand at his son

"if i had any say in the matter, you would never have been my father," he turned to walburga. "and you would have never been my mother."

now walburga stood with her wand pointed at her son slowly inching closer to him

"how dare you disgrace this family. how dare you speak to us in such a way," she hissed like a snake, as her wand pressed into sirius throat so hard he thought shed draw blood

he gulped, suddenly aware he bit off more than he was able to chew at the moment. he should have kept his mouth shut and disappeared silently during the night

before he knew it both his parents had casted the cruciatus curse on him

he knew the feeling all too well. the pain coursing through him, making his knees weak, his body loosing control and unable to stop itself from causing harm

but this time he felt it could kill him. perhaps it was their anger enhancing the curse or simply the force of two curse combined, but for the first time sirius could not bit his tongue and silence his tears

he collapsed to his knees and let out a cry that rang through number twelve grimwald place. he sobbed for what felt like hours, swallowing his pride, and begging, not his parents, but something greater to finish him off

im better off dead he thought as he saw his parents laughing at their son, who finally cracked

#sirius black angst #sirius black #regulus black angst #regulus black #sirius and regulus #harry potter angst

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mischiefandi · 4 years

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A Shitty Love Song (Part 1) - Stiles Stilinski

Wild Ones

A/N: hey everyone! this has been a long time coming! thank you for lovely comments on my previous post, im super happy to finally be posting this. a HUGE thank you to @duskholland for helping me out so much with this series, ily to death bitch. enjoyy yall

Summary: Y/N is a 17 year old girl who struggles in an epic battle against herself. Whether it is amor’s icy grasp or life’s unexpected course that forces her to finally open up, only one thing is certain. The truth cannot be long hidden.

Warnings: underage drinking, party times, maybe a couple of swear words but im not sure haha

Word Count: 5,3K

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Y/N)

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(picture is not mine -> credits to @ pechka on unsplash)

Seasons before, in the early fall where the leaves don’t yet want to leave their wooden hooks, Y/N had just started her junior year of high school. Being the new girl in school, she was afraid of being alone - something she had always been - but not this year. Whether it was chance or fate, she happened to fall upon a curious but wonderful group of people who quickly became her friends.

At its center, Scott McCall, young lacrosse player with a boyish charm and a heart of gold and by his side, Stiles Stilinski, an eccentric and spirited young man. Surrounding them were Lydia Martin, the fiery and confident genius, the sweet yet lethal huntress, Allison Argent, and finally Isaac Lahey, charming Mr Mischief himself.

This pack of wild cards had found a new companion, and Y/N fit in like a puzzle piece filling in its designated spot. She got along with everyone in the group, forming indestructible friendships with these eccentric teenagers, and she felt fortunate beyond belief. More often than not, she would eat with them by the walnut tree outside of the school. The group would share stories and food, complaining about the soporific lessons from the earlier period, or excitedly planning the next outing, the next party. Every week, the teenagers would go hang out in the woods by the mystical ruins of the Hale House, doing more of the same. Life was light and good.

The group had planned on hanging out by the Hale House one quiet September afternoon, but the universe likes to play tricks, and somehow Y/N and Stiles were the only ones to show up. Deeming it a happy accident, the pair walked through the damp woods together, talking about their day and slowly letting each other in. Laughter echoed between the trees and the wind turned.

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A little more than a month had gone by and Halloween was just around the corner. Classes seemed longer than usual, bigger stacks of schoolwork forming daunting piles on Y/N’s desk. But school was the last thing she could think of when she got home after a long day of concentration. The only thing that mattered, was Stiles. Video calls, phone calls, and late night texts that seemed to never cease took over the second Y/N’s feet passed the threshold of her home. And nothing compared to these conversations.

“I’m sorry but no.”

“Stiles, stop, seriously.”

The mole-speckled boy lunged forward in front of the screen and passed a shaking hand through his spiky hair.

“There is no way you like the second trilogy better than the first one. It’s just not possible.”

“Well it is possible, because I do,” Y/N retorted, her unfazed expression gleaming back at him.

“Literally how? The group dynamic alone should make you see reason. I mean come on. Han and Leia? Han and Chewie? Han and Luke?”

“You do know Star Wars doesn’t exclusively revolve around Han Solo right?” she asked, her lips breaking into a smirk.

“First of all, no. Second, give me one single reason why the second trilogy is better than the first,” Stiles said, “I dare you.”

“One reason?”

The boy nodded, serious as a statue.

“Hayden Christensen.”

Stiles groaned deeply, his face buried in his large hands.

“Can’t even have a serious discussion about Star Wars with someone rational.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“You’re the worst.”

Y/N paused, holding a finger to her chin.

“Hmm, agree to disagree.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Hey! How can we have an intelligent debate about anything if you use swearing as a last resort.”

“I have given up on us. It’s over.”

Y/N laughed profusely against her pillow, shaking her head.

“You’re a drama queen.”

“FRIENDSHIP OVER!” Stiles bellowed and Y/N shot her head back, unstoppable laughter erupting from her stomach.

“It’s going to make things awkward at the party, Friday,” Y/N said between chuckles, her laughter quieting down.

“Who said you were even invited,” replied Stiles, adjusting his shirt, revealing a tiny patch of skin just above his sweats. Y/N’s eyes flicked over to the screen but the second had passed.

“Funny. Listen, I gotta get some sleep otherwise I’ll pass out in math or something.”

“Yeah, I should probably also go to bed sometime soon.”

“Hopefully before tomorrow morning.”

“Har-har,” said Stiles, smiling at the camera, his chocolatey irises beaming at Y/N.

“Goodnight nerd.”

“Goodnight loser.”

Y/N stuck out her tongue at Stiles before hanging up the call.

That night, as she carefully brushed her teeth and got her clothes ready for the next day, Y/N thought back on her video call with Stiles, a warm smile spreading on her lips.

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The week passed so slowly, each hour lasting an exhausting eternity. School, demanding as ever, while keeping Y/N busy, was the reason why time seemed so lengthy. The nasty side-effect from tantalizing hours is the amount of thinking you do to keep busy. So Y/N did just that. She thought about how much she cared for her group of friends, she thought about the fact that she had never felt like she belonged like she did then.

She thought about how nice it was sitting by the Hale House, enjoying each others’ company, how life is so much lighter when you feel surrounded, how much she had learned about herself after meeting the pack. She thought about the band Stiles and her liked so much. She thought about Star Wars. She thought about the sound her computer made when Stiles sent her a message. She thought of his hair, his moles, his neck. She thought about how thrilling it was when he sat next to her. She thought about how much he mattered in her life, just like the others mattered too.

Y/N did so much thinking that week. But the funny thing is, amor has a way of tricking your mind. Your body believes one thing but your mind has been bewitched, and no amount of thinking you do can remove the fog clouding over your eyes.

When came Friday, Y/N was happy to be done with school, bursting through the doors of the establishment, excited to go home and get ready for Danny’s Blackout Party. She was thrilled about going, however nervous she felt.

She had never been to a party like Danny’s rave before and she had no idea what to expect. But more importantly, she was afraid of crowds. She had tried going out to packed bars with people from her old school, but the chaos and the drunks surrounding her made her feel beyond uneasy.

“Y/N! Wait up!” She heard Allison exclaim, and she slowed down her pace, allowing the brunette to catch up with her.

“Are you excited for tonight?” asked Allison, her light brown eyes gleaming brightly.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be...crazy.”

“You okay?”

Y/N forced a smile and nodded overenthusiastically.

“Yeah! Just tired. It was a long day,” she replied.

“Same here, which is why, we need to let loose tonight! Let’s get ready at Lydia’s, so we can all head over there together.”

“Sure. Quick question though, how did Lydia get us invited in the first place?”

Allison giggled, nodding her head towards Aiden and Ethan standing by their motorcycles.

“How do you think?”

The girl’s laughter echoed through the cool autumn air and disappeared with their cars. It was going to be a night to remember.

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As Y/N and Allison reached Lydia’s house, Y/N couldn’t help but feel more and more anxious, tightly gripping her bag filled with clothes and makeup. The party was starting to worry her.

People had been whispering about it all day back at the high school, talking about the numerous illicit drinks that would be served and the intriguing entertainment. It seemed like the Danny had gone all out for Halloween. Still, not knowing exactly what to expect practically terrified Y/N.

She was outgoing, but big crowds and chaos were things that made panic bubble up inside of her very core, quickening her heartbeat to a frightening extent. She loved dancing and partying, and much like other people her age, she loved a good drink every once in a while, but huge events and big blowouts, she had never been a fan of.

Putting on a brave face, Y/N shut the car door and walked up the stairs to Lydia’s front porch, ringing the doorbell as Allison locked the car. After what seemed like mere seconds, Lydia opened the door, letting the excited girls in.

“Finally. I thought I was going to have to get going without you,” she said, smirking at the pair.

“Y/N couldn’t decide what to wear,” replied Allison, sending Y/N a look that made Lydia scoff.

“Excuse me if I've never been to a neon-themed rave. How am I supposed to know what to wear?”

“Well the name of said rave could be a pretty good indicator,” mocked Lydia as the girls walked up to her bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

“Ali, what are you wearing?”

Allison giggled with a smirk and did a demonstrative twirl, showing off her burgundy flannel shirt and black jeans.

“This!”

Lydia raised her eyebrows at the brunette, a confused expression etched on her face.

“Am I the only one here who understands the term “neon”?” she asked.

Allison shook her head then slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a neon pink bra.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. This stunt was definitely orchestrated for someone special.

“Wow. Isaac will love it.”

“It’s about time you two did something about your situation,” joked Lydia, reaching for an eyelash curler.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” replied Allison with an innocent shrug and a slightly less innocent wink.

“Well now that Allison’s outfit is sorted, it’s your turn, Y/N. Let’s see what’s in this enormous bag of yours.”

The strawberry blonde bent down and grabbed Y/N’s bag before she could say anything, emptying its contents in a flash.

“No, no, definitely not, no…Y/N, why are all of these clothes black?” inquired Lydia, with a look of disgust she had difficulty hiding.

“Lyds, I told you, I don’t know what to wear to a rave.”

“Show me your bra.”

“What?”

“Show me your bra. If it’s the right colour, we can just pair it with some of my clothes.”

Y/N reluctantly removed her white shirt, revealing an electric blue floral lace bra, much to Lydia’s delight. Allison whistled approvingly.

“Okay here’s what we’re gonna do.” Lydia walked over to her closet, carefully studying its contents. Allison and Y/N exchanged a glance as Lydia clapped her hands together.

“This goes with this, and you have to tuck it in, like so,” she said, “okay, try this on. Now.”

Y/N looked down at the outfit her friend had put together.

“Yes ma’am,” she mumbled, her face as white as a sheet.

Y/N walked to the corner of the room as the girls chatted and finished getting ready. Her heart thundered as she passed her neck through the bottom of the sheer black top Lydia had handed to her. Looking herself in the mirror, all she could see was a blushing dishevelled mess. Her bra covered most of her chest, but the curves of her breasts were only slightly hidden by the black mesh material she was wearing.

“Okay, this is okay…” she muttered to herself, trying not to panic.

Bending down, she grabbed the black layered skirt she had brought with her and brought it up to her hips, tucking the top inside. The skirt helped balance out the outfit, but still Y/N wasn’t fully convinced.

“How are you feeling?”

“Kind of nervous honestly.”

“I meant how do you feel about the outfit- but you’re nervous? Why?” asked Lydia, walking over to Y/N in front of the full-length mirror.

“It’s just- I’ve never been to a big party like tonight, much less looking like…this,” Y/N reluctantly replied.

Lydia bit her lip and sucked in some air before smiling widely at Y/N and taking a step forward.

“By “looking like this” I hope you mean by looking incredible. Y/N, look at yourself. You’re tall and confident, the outfit looks amazing on you. Your look is not the problem,” she said, gently.

“Then what is?”

“You tell us,” replied Allison, walking over to the girls by the mirror.

Y/N exhaled deeply and turned around to face her friends.

“I hate crowds. I love partying don’t get me wrong, I just- I get really really panicky around big crowds of people. The noise, the warmth, all of it, just terrifies me. I’m worried that I’ll hate it and freak out or something. I’m sorry, I probably should have said something before.”

As soon as the daunting words had slipped through her lips, Y/N felt a weight lift from her weary shoulders, a wave of relief passing over her entire body.

“Hey, it’s okay. Everyone’s got something they’re uncomfortable with. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” said Allison, sweetly.

“I know, it’s not that I’m ashamed, I just- didn’t wanna be a downer. I really am excited for tonight! I’m just nervous.”

Lydia placed her hands on Y/N’s shoulders and smiled brightly.

“Look, you’re gorgeous right now. Even without my help, you’re gorgeous. And tonight, we’ll be around the whole time. If you feel freaked out or you start to panic, we’ll go outside and get some fresh air. We don’t mind.”

“Exactly, we’re your friends. You know you can depend on us on occasion,” Allison joked and Y/N laughed, shaking her head timidly.

“Seriously, Y/N, we’re gonna have a ton of fun tonight. And if you need anything, whatsoever, we’re both here,” added Lydia.

Y/N’s heart swelled and she felt her eyes filling slowly. Blinking the impending tears away, she smiled widely, her radiant eyes following suite.

“Thank you, both of you. You’re the best.”

“Agreed. Now, that’s sorted. Are you comfortable with the outfit?” asked Lydia.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror, analyzing every detail of her figure, taking in how “out there” the outfit was. After a few seconds, she nodded to herself and smiled.

“You know what? You only live once.”

Allison giggled and rested her arms on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Tonight is going to be amazing!”

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As Lydia’s car pulled into the parking lot in front of the venue - a large concrete building comparable to a construction site - Y/N sent a text to her friend.

Y/N: we just got to danny’s party

Y/N: u guys here?

The girls looked up at the windows on the top level, the neon lights shining through catching their attention, the music already reaching their ears.

The group excitedly entered the building, Y/N’s heart thundering against her ribcage. Allison noticed the worried look on her friend’s face and she slipped her hand in hers, sending her a warm smile. Y/N took a deep breath, and the three beautiful girls went into the otherwise empty elevator. On the way up, Y/N’s phone vibrated against her palm and she looked down at the screen.

Stiles: we aren’t there yet

Stiles: Scott needed to go get something

Y/N’s heart couldn’t help but sink a little. She had hoped the boys were going to be there already, though why, she couldn’t say. Her phone interrupted her thoughts again.

Scott: by smth, Stiles means someone

Scott: and by someone, he means Kira

Scott: also we’re late because of the jeep

Scott: ;)

Y/N chuckled and texted him back, Lydia and Allison sharing an inquisitive look.

Y/N: figures :))

“Who is that?” asked Allison as the elevator doors opened.

Y/N winced slightly and turned to Allison.

“It’s the boys. Scott was just telling me they picked up Kira…”

“Oh.”

Lydia looked from Allison to Y/N, and back, the awkwardness beyond tangible.

“Are you okay?” asked Y/N, worried that the news had killed the mood.

“Honestly? I don’t love the idea of partying with my ex and his new girlfriend, but we broke up three months ago. We’ve both moved on. Besides, I really like Isaac. I’m not gonna let this ruin my evening,” Allison answered, a soft smile on her lips.

“Allison has Isaac, Scott has Kira, Stiles- well I don’t know about Stiles. That leaves you and me, Y/N. You can help me avoid Aiden tonight,” said Lydia, straightening her dress.

“Aiden, as in, the guy you hooked up with who just so happens to be the guy who invited you to this rave?”

“Precisely.” Lydia walked away hurriedly, and the girls laughed, entering the venue.

The grey concrete in the hall was uncharacteristically bland compared to the other-worldly burst of colours inside of the venue. Neon blue, pink, orange, yellow, and green exploding in every direction, paired with blaring purple lights attached to the concrete beams above the dancefloor where what looked like at least 70 people were jumping up and down to the beat of Losing It by FISHER. Strands of white UV tubes hanging from the ceiling all around the dancefloor lit up every white item of clothing in the room, turning the pure colour into a bright purple.

This giant nebula of chaos and colour made Y/N’s blood pump ten times faster throughout her body. That or the the bass blasting through the giant speakers by the DJ. Either way, the thrill of it made Y/N shiver, her whole body completely frozen in place.

“This is crazy!” Allison gasped.

“Danny really went all out,” said Lydia, staring at the dancing figures in the center of the room.

Y/N’s phone buzzing woke her from her trance and she read the text.

Stiles: be there in about 20 minutes

Stiles: can’t wait to embarrass you on the dancefloor

Y/N: oof

“Let’s go get a drink,” Lydia urged, walking over to the large snack table with numerous bottles. Y/N read the labels and nodded, impressed by the wide range of drinks.

“Wow. Jack Daniels, vodka, a shitton of beer, wine coolers, rum, Jagermeister…Danny really did go all out.”

“Pass me a cup,” said Allison.

As the girls filled their glasses, Lydia eyed Y/N’s cup.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to start with a triple shot of vodka?”

“Yeah, it’s fine!” Y/N exclaimed, downing the drink before anyone could stop her and gasping as the strong liquid burned its way down her throat.

“Ohkay, take it easy,” said Allison, shooting a worried glance at Lydia.

“I’ve got it under control,” replied Y/N as she refilled her cup.

“Let’s go dance!”

Allison dragged the girls away from the table, walking over to the dancefloor. Y/N downed her second drink and nodded wearily.

“Yesss, let’s do this!”

The looming herd of party-goers, intimidating as it was, seemed a little less daunting now that Y/N was actually at the party.

“How bad could it be?” she thought to herself before treading through the mass, occasionally bumping against people energetically throwing their limbs around.

In the middle of the chaos, Allison stopped and started moving her hips in sync with the song, Lydia quickly following suit. Y/N bobbed her head along to the beat of the bass, her arms swinging awkwardly on either side of her body. Allison laughed and grabbed her friend’s arms forcing the movement to flow through Y/N’s limbs. Lydia busted up and down, moving her waist so naturally it seemed like she had been born for this very moment.

Closing her eyes, Y/N tried to focus on the music vibrating throughout her body, the memory of the colours surrounding her floating behind her eyelids. Allison sang along with the lyrics of the current song, shouting out the words as she moved from side to side. Y/N slowly started to lose herself to the music, letting go of her inhibitions, forgetting the world around her.

When the beat changed, her feet jumped up and down, as if they had a mind of their own. Her head felt heavy yet no thoughts crossed her mind. The music had gotten rid of all concentration, the only thing left was the bass flowing through her veins, making her entire body pulsate to the beat.

Beads of sweat trickled down Y/N’s neck as she kept dancing, her feet starting to ache with every jump. It had only been about fifteen minutes, but to the dancers, it seemed like a wonderful eternity. Finally, Lydia tapped on Y/N’s shoulder and shouted by her ear.

“Let’s do some body painting!”

Y/N nodded profusely, a wide smile on her lips.

“Ali went to dance with Isaac!” Lydia shouted as the pair pushed through the crowd.

“Where’s the paint?” shouted Y/N, trying to hear her own voice over the music and failing miserably.

“Over there!”

A tall blonde boy holding brushes with purple and pink tips smiled as the girls reached him, his charismatic grin turning Y/N’s cheeks bright red.

“What can I do for you ladies?” he asked, his pearly white teeth a bright purple as his grin widened.

“My friend over here needs a lot of paint. Emphasis on lot,”Lydia insisted.

Y/N shook her head, giggling stupidly.

“Not too much paint,” she said warmly.

The boy smiled with a wink.

“Let me worry about that.”

Y/N removed her mesh top, holding it with her right hand, patiently waiting for the boy to start painting across her chest and back. She shivered as she felt the cool wet tip of the brush meet her sweaty skin, sliding a few inches down, a thick stripe of paint spreading across her back. Y/N giggled at the cold feeling, the alcohol in her system reaching her head. She closed her eyes and bent her neck to the side as the boy continued his line up to her collarbone.

“What’s your name?” she heard him ask.

“What’s yours?” she chose to answer, smiling wickedly.

She heard him laugh as he started painting little dots up her back.

“Jeremy.”

“Nice to meet you, Jeremy.”

“You know most girls like a proper introduction before getting this close,” he said over the pulsating music, his breath fanning over Y/N’s neck as he painted small strokes down her shoulder. Y/N grinned mischievously.

“I’m not like most girls,” she teased as she turned to face him.

“No, I guess you’re not,” the boy replied, his eyes darting towards her lips and back up.

“I’m almost done with your body- I mean with the paint,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. Y/N giggled and stepped closer.

“I’m all yours…” she replied.

Jeremy’s deep blue eyes lingered on hers before focusing on her chest. Y/N thanked the universe that he wasn’t looking straight at her, otherwise he would have seen her cheeks fill with red for the second time. He delicately placed pink and orange dots up and down her chest, careful as to not stain her bra and she watched him, observing his concentration with admiration. Finally, he looked up, smiling at her.

“My masterpiece is done,” he declared, placing the paintbrush on the body paint stand.

Jeremy reached for a mirror and handed it to her. She admired the strands and dots painted across her body in a chaotic waltz, the hot purple and pink clashing against her skin. Looking up at him, she grinned widely.

“You’re talented,” she said.

“It’s easier when you have such a good canvas to work on…” he replied, sending her a look hot enough to melt her.

Momentarily remembering the outside world, she looked around and quickly realized Lydia wasn’t there anymore, probably off dancing or looking for Allison. Y/N turned back to Jeremy.

“I’m sorry, I should probably go check on my friends…” she said, biting her lip as she slipped her mesh shirt back on.

“Of course. Maybe later, we’ll bump into each other on the dance floor?” he replied, a nervous smile etched on his lips.

“Yeah, maybe.”

Y/N winked at him and walked away, trying her best to keep her cool.

“Well that was something.” She thought to herself, a wide grin planted on her face.

Looking around, she couldn’t find either of her friends, nor could she find Isaac. Slightly disappointed, Y/N walked over to the table and poured some vodka in an unused cup before knocking her head back, letting the burning liquid run down her throat.

She eyed the dancefloor and thought back on her previous conversation with Jeremy. She was beyond nervous. She’d never actually kissed a boy before. The opportunity just hadn’t ever presented itself. But now that she was here, feeling tipsy as ever, a few feet away from the cutest boy at the party, she couldn’t help but think, why not?

Wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt and downing her fourth - albeit, strong - drink of the night, she nodded to herself and walked over to the dancefloor.

As Five Hours blasted through the speakers, Y/N pushed her way through the sweaty crowd once again, making her way to the center of the dancefloor. Ignoring the world surrounding her, she closed her eyes and gave in to the music, feeling every beat of the song pulsate throughout her entire body.

Colours, flashing lights, the feeling of people’s skin against hers, her head spinning and swaying in every direction, it made her feel alive. As the last drop of the song reached its peak, Y/N jumped with the crowd, knocking her body against complete strangers, feeling the warm and sticky air fill her lungs with every breath.

The song Too Much by Curbi started to play and Y/N felt someone’s body against hers. Closing her eyes, she turned around and felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist. She sighed lightly, enjoying the feeling of her skin against the boy’s. His fingers treaded down her back, firmly settling just above her ass, holding her steady in a sea of bustling bodies.

She danced against him, turning around again, her back facing his front. Moving against his body, she felt his arms tighten around her, pulling her in. His hot breath fanned over her neck and she moaned slightly, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

Suddenly, time seemed to stand still when his lips lightly touched her warm skin. Y/N inhaled sharply, her eyes still shut. The only thing she could hear now was the sound of her heartbeat furiously thundering against her ribcage. Slowly caressing the boy’s arm, she allowed further access to her neckline, moaning loudly as she felt his feverish lips plant warm kisses on her neck, inching higher and higher. Y/N’s hands reached for his and she tugged them closer to her body, her hips still moving against him. His lips danced furiously across her neck, leaving dangerously beautiful marks on her skin.

The music seemed only to heighten her senses. Her legs almost gave out when she heard the boy groan lightly against her ear, her response, a small whine at the loss of contact with his lips. She turned around and tried to open her eyes, the bright lights bursting through the gap in her eyelids. Squinting at his face, trying as hard as possible not to lose herself to the music again, Y/N’s eyes caught a glimpse of the boy’s face.

Bright pink dashes stained his cupid’s bow and the right corner of his bottom lip, the paint from her neck helpless in the face of a passion like this one. Y/N’s eyes scanned the rest of his face and widened slightly when they met amber irises, warm and inviting and so familiar. Her fingers threaded through his damp dark brown hair, her brain trying to comprehend what was about to happen.

His chocolatey eyes looked deep into hers and he licked his lips slowly, the world around them fading. Y/N felt her vision blur as she inched closer to him, her nose picking up the scent of old leather and pine trees and rain. His lips lingered over hers and she felt a chill as her name echoed through the air.

“Y/N…”.

Their lips connected in a frenzied blur, sending sparks of pleasure throughout Y/N’s entire body and the chaos surrounding the pair completely swallowed them. His teeth slightly bit her bottom lip and she deepened the kiss, ardently giving in to his deliciously demanding mouth. Unable to control her body, she steadied herself against him, tugging at his shirt with one hand, the other cupping his face as he sucked on her delectable lips.

Their bodies so unbelievably close disappeared in the crowd of dancers, the whole world somehow a thousand miles away.

Time, a forgotten concept.

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Electric Love pt2

sorry im working on an amelink fic but its hard cause i have little to motivate me with. soooo here's marecal

They both awoke to the sound of an alarm blaring continuously over their heads. This happened on occasion and as terrifying as the situation was, the couple had almost gotten used to it. After the war the idea of democracy had been popular among the regions. With red and silver becoming equal, the solution had seemed obvious. But it would be wrong to say that the idea of everyone living in harmony was accepted by all. It was mostly the silvers that had an issue with it all, still craving the power they once had maintained. The small rebellion had formed about a year after the war, and raids had been happening throughout the palace almost every month since then. It was rare that anyone would come near their apartment but Cal had built an underground bunker just in case. The raids never resulted in much, other than terrifying those who lived there. Occasionally, they’d take a staff member or government official but eventually would set them free after their pleas went unanswered.

Mare stumbled out of their bed, still half asleep. However, Cal tugged at her arm, wide awake. He’d already secured his bracelets and a dim flame lit up their bedroom. He couldn’t help but worry that since word had gotten around about Mare’s pregnancy, they may somehow be a target. To which Mare had responded, days earlier, that no silver in their right mind would come anywhere near the two of them, in fear for their lives.

“Feeling nauseous?” He asked as she gripped the stair railing and swayed softly.

“When am I not,” she grumbled, following him down into the blackness. Cal sighed with relief as he bolted the door and pulled the string to an overhead light. The concrete room contained a double bed, a cabinet full of snacks and a pathetic sink that sat in the corner, almost always dripping. Mare crawled into the mess of duvet and leaned back against the bed frame. She was usually unfazed by the break-ins and normally slept through the entire event, unlike Cal who usually spent the night watching the door and allowing flames to creep across his fingertips. He glanced over to find her hands pressed against the small bump that had formed on her midsection earlier that week. Her first trimester was exhausting her and Cal had never felt more helpless.

“You should rest,” he noted. “Practice starts at six tomorrow because of the holiday on Monday.” He knew that despite tonight’s events there was no way that Mare would miss even an hour of training.

“I would lie down but I’m trying really hard to not throw up,” she responded slowly. Mare wasn’t known as a ray of sunshine when functioning on little sleep. “I would appreciate it if you could get your child to give me a break, Tiberias.” She tried to sound bitter but he could hear the fragility in her voice.

“Do you want the plain crackers? Those usually help,” he suggested.

“Do we have any down here?”

“No.” He expected her to yell at him but instead she leaned back in exhaustion.

“Can you just come sit with me?” Cal glanced over at her apprehensively, not wanting to leave his position by the door. Mare rolled her eyes at his hesitation.“Cal, for fucksake it’s absolutely fine--” As if on cue the sound of their apartment door banging open echoed through the flat. Mare fell silent as the sound of moving furniture filled their ears. Someone was looking for them. Anxiety raged inside her and lightning sparked on her palms, growing brighter by the second.

“Mare, control it,” Cal hissed. Her ability was becoming more and more unpredictable as her pregnancy went on, to the point where they were in the midst of getting a necklace made out of silent stone for moments like these. Cal couldn’t help but wish they’d had it by now.

“I can’t,” her voice wavered. The light above them brightened immensely before popping and surrounding them in blackness. Light bulb glass reflected red as Cal’s flames dimly lit the room. Mare silently prayed that her purple sparks would not reappear. “Do you hear that?” She asked, as a familiar voice called out to them, calling their names over and over. “It’s Gisa!” She moved to the side of the bed

“No Mare, it’s not.” Cal’s eyes darkened, willing her to lie back down.

“Cal, I think I would know my own sister--”

“It’s a voice manipulator, it’s trying to convince us to come out.”

“How do you know--” She wanted nothing more than to answer the voice calling out to her.

“Because I hear Maven,” Cal hissed, his eyes begging her to be quiet. Mare had never wanted to throw up more. She finally processed the idea of silvers rummaging through their apartment, playing tricks on their minds. Suddenly the situation was more nauseating than the smell of Cal’s green smoothies he’d been forcing her to drink lately. He noticed her gag and shot her a look of sympathy. Eventually the calling diminished and they heard less and less footsteps above, though neither of them wanted to go back upstairs. Eventually Mare fell asleep but Cal couldn’t bring himself to leave the door, waiting for the voice of his brother to return.

She awoke the next morning to find Cal missing from the bunker. A handwritten note was left on her pillow.

Mare,

Taking the kids up the mountain today. Don’t try and follow us, we'll be back soon enough. Rest and please just be safe.

Love, Cal

Classic. She threw her head back in frustration. Despite the break-ins being an inconvenience, they always put Cal on edge. She was surprised that he’d decided to let her out of his sight, even if it meant her getting some extra hours of sleep. She walked lazily up the stairs to find their apartment torn to shreds. Furniture was pushed over and destroyed. Picture frames had fallen off walls and glass lay shattered on the floor. Although she hadn’t been too involved in the design of their place, she couldn’t help but feel awful that all of Cal’s hard work had gone to waste. She smoothed the crinkled photos that had fallen out of their frames. Most were of her and Cal, apart from some of Mare’s family and Cal had one photo of Coriane, which he cherished greatly. She couldn’t help but grin at the thought of racing up the mountain to meet the group, the idea didn’t seem too bad to her. Undoubtedly would piss off Cal, which was always fun. She didn’t bother having breakfast, through trial and error she’d learned that eating before noon would result in an hour spent in the bathroom. Eventually, after a while of trying to tidy up the apartment, she was dying of boredom. She tied her hair back into a messy braid and pulled on her training uniform before swifty leaving the apartment, locking it behind her.

“Hey!” She whipped around to find Evangeline morphing the garden fountain into a rather inappropriate image. “Cal cleared my schedule to sit around and wait for you to try and leave.” She narrowed her eyes, obviously upset by her change in plans.

“That’s dumb,” Mare shrugged, turning to leave.

“He also lied about where he took the kids today. If you go up that mountain you aren’t going to find them.” Mare stopped in her tracks, cursing. “Why do you want to go so bad anyways?”

“Because what else am I supposed to do?” she huffed.

“Domestic life not treating you well?” Evangeline teased, Mare glanced up at her, realizing how much she had begun to miss everyone she’d gotten close with last year. She hadn’t seen Farely in what seemed like months.

“How’s Elane?” She changed the subject and Evangeline took the bait, never upset when speaking of her girlfriend.

“She comes to visit today,” her eyes lit up with excitement. “I’m going back with her in a week and then staying awhile. There isn’t much to do around here,” she admitted, Cal had mentioned that her ‘government’ role had been less riveting than she’d anticipated.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Mare couldn’t help but grin at the idea of Evangeline in a stuffy room talking about politics.

“He did seem shaken up this morning though. The raids were bad last night?” Mare could tell Evangeline was trying to keep her from leaving but at that point she didn’t care. There were twelve off campus training sites scattered over Montford and the group could be anywhere. She sat down on the edge of the fountain and tried to look as if she wasn’t bothered.

“They don’t usually search our apartment.”

“Ah,” Evangeline responded. “Probably something to do with the bun in the oven.” She gestured to the small bump that Mare had been desperately trying to hide with baggy clothing.

“I don’t know what they think they could possibly achieve by trying to harm either of us.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, it’s messed.” Evangeline bit her lip. “The group is expanding though. If you go downtown there’s signs up everywhere. The silvers aren’t happy.”

“You think after last year people would want a break from the violence.”

“I don’t know, would be nice to have a little fun.” The rings on her fingers were morphing into tiny daggers on her palms. Mare couldn’t help but laugh.

“You haven’t changed.”

“Have any of us, really?” Evangeline shrugged. “Come on, Barrow, I know you miss silver blood on your hands.”

“We crave the chaos now but the moment we’re back in it we’ll wish we savoured these moments.” She shook her head but couldn’t suppress the rush of euphoria that passed over her as she imagined what Evangeline was suggesting.

“You think there will be another war?” Evangeline’s voice was hushed, as if someone was listening in on the pair’s conversation. Mare nodded grimly.

“Cal’s been seeing Julian almost every night. I can tell they’re hashing out the beginnings of some plan. He’s been downplaying the silver’s revolt. I don’t know why he’s treating me like I’m too weak to handle the truth.”

“Probably doesn’t want to stress you out.” Evangeline brushed a piece of her frizzy blond behind her ear and smirked as she watched Mare gag at the idea of her condition was making her incompetent. “Just go,” she finally caved. “They’re at the training centre in Elm.” Evangeline chuckled as the lightning girl’s eyes lit up with delight. “Tell him I told you and I’ll give the silvers a key to your underground bunker,” she added darkly, trying to hide her amusement.

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Judging from the time of day the group would probably be on their trek back by now. Mare decided to go anyways. The idea of getting a rise out of Cal was too appealing to pass up. He deserved it for treating her like she was useless. The dirt road was longer than she remembered or maybe she was just more out of shape than the last time she’d run it. She pushed herself faster at the thought. It took a lot for someone to sneak up on Mare. Cal failed miserably almost every day. Which is why, when she was pulled back suddenly, she froze in shock rather than fought back. Before she could react a knife was pressed to her neck and it drew a small amount of blood that began to pool under her chin. She felt the silent before it even started reaping her ability from her, tugging her strength away.

“Not so powerful now, sparks.” She could hear the enjoyment in the unfamiliar silver’s voice and wanted to spit at the nickname. The knife, however, permitted her from doing such.

“I’ve got guards watching me,” she forced out a lie. “Letting me go would be a smart move.” To her dismay the group of silvers only chuckled.

“Look Red Queen, you're the issue here. You’re the reason that reds think they can waltz into our cities and act like they aren’t the worthless vermin that they are. You may have deceived the prince but there’s no mistaking your true intentions.” Mare couldn’t begin to guess what they were talking about.

“He’s not your prince anymore.” Was all she could think of to say. Cal didn’t want anything to do with the crown anymore, or so she hoped.

“And that’s where you're wrong.” The new silver’s voice was calm and poised. “Tiberias Calore VII has been working to revise the new laws. The democratic system is flawed. It’s only a matter of time before it splits. Your boyfriend is working hard to fix the damage you caused.”

“That’s not true.” She could hear the falter in her own voice.

“So that leaves you as the problem. A red can never sit on a silver throne.” Mare could feel the knife digging deeper into her skin.

“I don’t want your stupid throne.” She managed to kick her leg back, connecting with the soft area that she’d been aiming for. The man yelped in pain, allowing the knife to drop. Mare whirled around to find a larger group than she’d expected. As the sky began to darken she noticed a line of sweat was starting to form on the silent’s forehead.

“Get her in the vehicle,” the woman ordered, Mare could sense the weakness in her voice knowing she wouldn’t last for much longer. She could feel the static energy increasing in the air, begging to strike. The men came at her quickly. She dodged the first couple easily but more kept advancing. The silent held on to her dismay and eventually she was surrounded. It was the knife guy that hit her first, undoubtedly holding onto some sort of resentment. After that the rest was blurry until she doubled over in pain and blackness invaded her vision.

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peachiikawa · 4 years

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Fly | Route Selected: N. Yuu

genre: mafia au

warnings: violence, guns, blood

word count: 3.2k

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“I..I choose him”

You made eye contact with the short man with a blond streak in his hair

“What?”

The distaste in his voice was evident

It was so silent in the police precinct that you could hear a pin drop

Daichi cleared his throat to try and cut the tension

“Ok well if thats your choice then thats that. Nishinoya, make sure they get home and get them to work tomorrow. Dismissed”

Nishinoya nodded his head

“Yes, sir.”

You were surprised that he had little objections about it

But you were soon pulled out of your thoughts when he roughly grabbed your wrist

“Stop daydreaming lets go”

He let go once the car he called came for you two

And as soon as the door closed and the car was moving he pinned his arm against your neck, almost choking you

“I dont know who you are or what youre doing here but i swear to fucking god if i think youre going to hurt anyone here then i will kill you. Nod if you get it”

You nodded your head as fast as you could and he backed off of you

You were too terrified to say anything after that you basically tried to make yourself as small as possible in your seat

After about ten more minutes the car finally arrived at your apartment

“I’ll..um..see you tomorrow nishinoya. Oh im y/n by the way!”

He just grunted and waited for you to shut the door

After he left you went to your room and just fell onto it while taking a deep sigh

Just what have you gotten yourself into?

Nishinoya was at your house at 8:00 AM sharp. He was leaning against the hood of it, checking his watch every two seconds waiting for you

You knew he was there but your nerves refused to let you go down there

Only when you two made eye contact from your window did you know that you had to go

“Sorry im late!”

He said nothing as he got into the car

The car ride was awkward to say the least

You could hear your own heartbeat, could he hear it too?

You were so caught up in your thoughts that didnt even realize the car had stopped

“Hey”

You snapped your head toward him

“Yes?”

He rolled his eyes

“We’re here so get out already”

You undid your seat belt and tried to keep up with him

Where were you exactly? You looked up at the building in front of you to see ‘Sawamura Inc.’ plastered on the front of it

Your eyes widened, you were working here now?

“Get your ass inside”

Noya brought you out of your thoughts once again and you hurried yourself in

You were then stopped by an intimidating looking man

“Hey im asahi and ill be training you today.”

Between nishinoya and him you didnt know who was more intimidating

Actually it was nishinoya, dont know why you even had to ask yourself that

But despite asahi being the one to train you, nishinoya never left your side

You could practically feel his eye burning holes into the back of your head the entire time

This continued on for weeks

Nishinoya always made sure you were within his eyesight

You were printing some charts out for suga and noya was leaning against the doorway

“Nishinoya, can i ask you something?”

You took his silence as approval

“Dont you have other work to do? Im sure that you probably have better things to do that just watch me run errands for everyone”

You were right, he did have other things to take care of

But you were his number one priority during the day

“I can just take care of my other things at night. I was ordered to watch you so i am. Besides you chose me so if you have a problem thats your own fault”

You shook your head

“I dont have a problem with you, dont misunderstand, i just hope that im not being too much of a hindrance to you? I just mean...i know you didnt ask for this so..im sorry if ive caused you any problems”

You took the stack of papers from the printer and turned towards him with a smile on your face

“But thank you for taking time out of your day to watch over me, whether you were ordered to or otherwise”

You walked out and he just stood there for a moment processing your words

He just scoffed

Why would you be thanking someone who threatened to kill you only a few weeks ago?

You were strange

He thought it was weird that you had absolutely no sense of danger

But hes noticed a ton of weird things you do over the days hes been watching you

How you scrunch your nose when you dont understand what youre doing

Or how you play with your fingers when youre nervous

All of these little actions were so annoyingly cute--

Wait no. not cute.

Definitely not. He had to focus. You could still be a threat to the mafia and he wasnt going to let anyone, no matter how cute they were, hurt his family

But watching you interact with the rest of the mafia made him feel as if he didnt have to be as hard around you anymore

He thought it was funny how you teased kageyama sometimes actually

And he almost wanted to join in on the fun

But he knew his place

Right now was one of the rare instances that nishinoya wasnt on you

So you turned your head to asahi who was sitting across from you doing his work while you had the chance before noya came back

“Hey asahi?”

He looked up at you

“Whats up y/n?”

You fiddled with your fingers

“Does nishinoya not like me? I mean i can understand since i take up a lot of his time but i feel like theres a wall between us that he wont lower no matter how much i try and talk to him”

Asahi just let out a deep sigh

“Thats not surprising. He...hes slow to trust. Out of any of us here, hes probably been with the sawamuras the longest. His loyalty is unparalleled”

You nodded along as you followed his words

“Then..i guess ill just have to earn his trust!”

That didnt happen for a couple more weeks though

It had happened when some grunts that worked in the office barged into the break room to get some coffee

They had shoved you out of the way to get to the counter

Luckily nishinoya caught you before you could fall

“God can you believe Daichi is pulling out of the shiratorizawa alliance? What a dumbass move”

“Yeah maybe hes going stupid in the head. Knew he wasnt cut out for this”

They both started laughing and you could feel noyas arms going stiff

“H...hey!”

You stood up from the ground before noya could jump in

Both of them turned their head towards you with scowls on their faces

“You got something to say?”

You kept your gaze firm

“Actually yeah, i do have something to say. Daichi is a good boss and he always does what he thinks is right for everybody. If he thinks that pulling out of the shiratorizawa alliance is whats best then i trust him on that and you should too! I mean, you two work for him! Dont you think you should show him a little respect?”

They just both busted out laughing

“Respect? For him? Hes nothing without his father. He never wanted anything to do with us anyways. Hes a weak bastard”

“Yeah well at least hes a better man than you two will ever be”

Maybe you provoked them too much

“You wanna say that again bitch?!”

You raised your hands to cover your face bracing yourself for the impact

But you opened your eyes when you heard their strangled voices cry out

“Dont touch them”

Nishinoya was in front of you, the man who was gonna hit you on his knees with his wrist in noyas hand

A sickening crack heard in the room

“Leave. I dont want to see either of your faces here ever again”

Both of them scrambled out of the room as fast as they could

You let out a shaky breath

“Thank you nishinoya”

He turned towards you with his hands in his pockets

“It was nothing. Just doing my job”

After that he wasnt as abrasive with you anymore

Talked to you more at work

Even joined in on teasing kageyama with you!

It made you smile every time he helped you with something as simple as bringing you a drink in the morning

Seeing you smile in the morning started to be something he would look forward to

He trusted you more now

And eventually it led to him knocking on your door at 3 AM on a friday night

You opened the door to your apartment still only slightly aware of what was happening

“Hello?”

You immediately perked up at the sight in front of you

Noya looked like he was about to collapse from the amount of bruises and cuts on him

“Can i come in?”

You quickly got him inside and sat him down on your couch

“Um stay here and undress ill go get my first aid kit

He just nodded his head as you ran off

Once you came back you poured some alcohol on a rag and went for the bigger slash on his side

But you stopped at what you saw

He had so many scars

You unconsciously brought your hand up to one of them and ran a finger over it to which he shuttered under your touch

“Y/N?”

You pulled your hand away and focused again

“Sorry, this might sting”

You saw his face grimace and his hand tighten around his shirt

“Did that hurt too much?”

He shook his head

“No its fine keep going”

Once you were done disinfecting and bandaging all of his wounds, you laid him down on a pillow so he could rest

“Oh! Let me go get you some water”

But once you came back he was already asleep

You set the water on the coffee table and grabbed a blanket from your room and laid it on top of him

You sat on the ground next to him just taking in what had just happened

He looked so different when he was asleep but still just as handsome

You slowly fell asleep with your head leaning against the edge of the couch cushion

Noyas eyes slowly opened due to the cracks of sunlight coming through the window

When he turned his face he was only a hair length away from yours

Which startled him so he shot up from the couch which made you bolt awake

“What is it? Whats happening??”

You looked around looking for the fire only to see that noya had woken up

“Oh good morning nishinoya. Sleep well?”

You stretched your arms out and yawned

“You can take a shower if you want. Ill go get you a towel”

He was about to object but you left too fast

He stood up and looked around your apartment and saw some photos on a shelf

He picked up the frame to see a young you, probably around five or six with two adults sitting beside you

Your parents

He suddenly realized how...ordinary your life must have been

“Nishinoya?”

He snapped his head towards you and put the photo down

“Cmon ill show you the shower”

You had a smile on your face that made his heart do something weird

He didnt understand it

After he got out you were sitting on the couch with your first aid kit

“Do you need help rewrapping your bandages?”

He nodded his head and made his way toward you to sit down

You started wrapping him up, trying to be careful not to irritate his wounds

He just stared at you

Normally someone would be curious in this type of situation

So why werent you saying anything?

“Are you not going to ask any questions?”

You just kept applying ointment

“No, unless you want to talk about it but i know it doesnt really concern me as im not..officially in the mafia with you guys. What happened is your business, i know you handle your jobs at night since youre busy dealing with me during the day”

He was kind of shocked at how understanding you were

His hand reached out on its own and pulled you into a hug before he knew what he was doing

You froze as soon as he pulled you in

Just what was happening?

You both slowly pulled away from each other, hints of reds and pinks covering both of your cheeks

“Im done wrapping you up so I’ll um go shower now. If youre hungry feel free to look in the kitchen for something to eat”

You rushed off with a hand covering your face

Noya sat there confused

What had gotten into him?

He put his shirt back on and left before you could come back out

He wasnt being himself and needed to leave

Monday came around and you hadnt seen or heard from noya since saturday morning

You were shocked to see that he was gone when you had come out of the shower

But at the same time you were relieved to see him gone after that awkward moment together

Noya had picked you up like usual though and he acted like nothing had happened

So you decided to just follow along and did your job as usual

It was kind of awkward between the two of you

The only thing breaking the silence between you two was nishinoyas phone notification going off

“I have a meeting with daichi. Ill be back later”

You nodded your head

“Ill be here”

He quickly left the room and you let out a sigh

Noya quickly made his way to daichis office, clutching the area above his heart

Why did it race around you now?

You didnt even do anything

You were just...there

“God what the hell is wrong with me?”

He ran a hand through his hair

You on the other hand finished all your tasks for the day

You looked at the time...only half past two

There was a bakery right around the block, maybe you could pick something up real quick for everyone

So you went on your way grabbing only your wallet since it was so close

As soon as you turned the corner though you felt something was wrong

You picked up the pace, hoping to get to the bakery before anything happened

But as soon as you picked up the pace so did your stalkers

You yelped when you felt someone yank on your arm, pulling you into an alley

“Someone help! Nishinoya!”

You tried to kick whoever was holding you

“Shut them up we need to get out of here”

A white cloth came over your mouth and you were quickly unconscious

Itd been hours since noya had last seen you and he could feel his stomach dropping

Where the hell were you?

Kageyama said he last saw you finishing up a report for suga and suga said he received that hours ago

Noyas foot wouldnt stop tapping the ground, he couldnt sit still and everyone around him was starting to notice how antsy he was

“Hey noya whats up?”

Asahi was just trying to get noya to calm down from whatever was bothering him

“I havent seen y/n since my meeting with daichi. For some reason my chest gets tight when i think that something bad mightve happened to them. When they smile my heart races and i cant stand the idea of anything bad happening to them”

Asahi just let out a deep sigh

“Nishinoya, have you ever considered that you might love them?”

He...loved you?

Suddenly everything made sense to him

How he caught himself smiling whenever he saw you teasing kageyama or how when he woke up that morning in your apartment he wanted nothing more than to wake up like that every morning

He loved you

A ringing sound echoed in the room and noya pulled out his phone

An unknown number

Unease settled in him as he answered the phone

“Hello?”

“This Nishinoya?”

His hand tightened around his phone

“Yeah. Whos this”

“Meet us at the warehouse on 6th near the port in thirty minutes and come alone. If you dont then itd be a shame if something happened to y/n”

Noya could hear your strangled whimpers before the phone call ended

His blood ran cold

“Asahi..someone took y/n”

His voice was low and feral, it sent chills down asahis back

“I'm going ahead. Bring backup ill send you the details”

Nishinoya grabbed his jacket and left the building

His feet hit the ground as soon as he got there, he couldnt care less about his own safety right now

The cold metal pushed against his hands as he opened the door to the warehouse

“Y/n?!”

He felt his heart stop once his eyes landed on you

Blood ran down your face, your beaten body limp on the floor

“Took you long enough. They werent as fun as we thought they were going to be. Glad you got here before we broke ‘em”

Noyas jaw tightened as he instantly recognized them

How dare they touch you

He had shown them mercy the day they almost hit you in the break room

But now he knew that was a mistake

“What do you want with me?”

They both had disgusting smiles on their faces

“You got us kicked out of the mafia, something that was important to the both of us. Of course we had to return the favor, though we’ll be taking them”

The man gripped your chin and noya saw your eyebrows twitch from the discomfort

“Dont touch them!”

Red flooded noyas vision

He hadnt felt this amount of rage and fear in a long time

But as soon as he moved one of them had a gun pointed at him while the other was on you

“Theres no way you can win this. Just sit and watch”

“Is that what you think?”

Noya turned around at the sound of daichis voice

Hed never been so relieved to have backup before

In their shock the karasuno mafia quickly got the upper hand against the two former members

And as soon as noya could he lifted you into his arms and wiped away the blood on your face with frantic movements

But you slowly grabbed one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his

“Thank you for coming nishinoya”

His lips quivered as tears flowed down his face and onto yours

“Im so sorry y/n”

You shook your head

“Its not your fault noya. Please believe me when i tell you that”

He nodded his head and tried to stop his crying

“I love you so much y/n. You wont ever have to go through this ever again, i promise”

His brought your hand up to his lips and he kissed your knuckles

“I love you too, noya. Now cmon, lets get home im really tired”

He lifted you up and carried you out, not bothering to talk to anyone as he left and no one talking to him either

For the first time karasunos guardian had something else he wanted to protect

And he was going to love and treasure you for as long as he was alive

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wizardnuke · 4 years

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i ran out of characters so:

THIS IS THE FIRST MURDER TRIAL OF OUR BRAND-NEW NATION THE LIBERTY BEHIND DELIBERATION (NON-STOP) I INTEND TO PROVE BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT WITH MY ASSISTANT COUNSEL CO-COUNSEL HAMILTON, SIT DOWN OUR CLIENT LEVI WEEKS IS INNOCENT CALL YOUR FIRST WITNESS THAT'S ALL YOU HAD TO SAY OKAY ONE MORE THING WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM? (HEY) WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM? (HEY) WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM? (HEY) SOON THAT ATTITUDE MAY BE YOUR DOOM (AWW) WHY DO YOU WRITE LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME? WRITE DAY AND NIGHT LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME? EVERYDAY DAY YOU FIGHT, LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME KEEP ON FIGHTING IN THE MEANTIME NON-STOP CORRUPTION'S SUCH AN OLD SONG THAT WE CAN SING ALONG IN HARMONY AND NOWHERE IS IT STRONGER THAN IN ALBANY THIS COLONY'S ECONOMY'S INCREASINGLY STALLING AND HONESTLY, THAT'S WHY PUBLIC SERVICE (HE'S JUST NON-STOP) SEEMS TO BE CALLING ME I PRACTICED THE LAW, I PRACTICALLY PERFECTED IT I'VE SEEN INJUSTICE IN THE WORLD AND I'VE CORRECTED IT NOW FOR A STRONG CENTRAL DEMOCRACY IF NOT, THEN I'LL BE SOCRATES THROWING VERBAL ROCKS AT THESE MEDIOCRITIES (AWW) HAMILTON, AT THE CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION I WAS CHOSEN FOR THE CONSTITUTIONAL CONVENTION THERE AS A NEW YORK JUNIOR DELEGATE NOW WHAT I'M GONNA SAY MAY SOUND INDELICATE (AWW) GOES AND PROPOSES HIS OWN FORM OF GOVERNMENT (WHAT?) HIS OWN PLAN FOR A NEW FORM OF GOVERNMENT (WHAT?) TALKS FOR SIX HOURS THE CONVENTION IS LISTLESS BRIGHT YOUNG MAN YO, WHO THE F IS THIS? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS SAY WHAT YOU BELIEVE? (HEY) WHY DO YOU ALWAYS SAY WHAT YOU BELIEVE? (HEY) EVERY PROCLAMATION GUARANTEES FREE AMMUNITION FOR YOUR ENEMIES (AWW) WHY DO YOU WRITE LIKE IT'S GOING OUT OF STYLE? WRITE DAY AND NIGHT LIKE IT'S GOING OUT OF STYLE? EVERYDAY YOU FIGHT LIKE IT'S GOING OUT OF STYLE DO WHAT YOU DO KNOCK KNOCK KNKCM ALEXANDER? AARON BURR, SIR WELL, IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT CAN WE CONFER, SIR? IS THIS A LEGAL MATTER?YES, AND IT'S IMPORTANT TO ME WHAT DO YOU NEED? BURR, YOU'RE A BETTER LAWYER THAN ME OKAY I KNOW I TALK TOO MUCH, I'M ABRASIVE YOU'RE INCREDIBLE IN COURT YOU'RE SUCCINCT, PERSUASIVE MY CLIENT NEEDS A STRONG DEFENSE YOU'RE THE SOLUTION WHO'S YOUR CLIENT? THE NEW U.S. CONSTITUTION? NO HEAR ME OUT NO WAY A SERIES OF ESSAYS, ANONYMOUSLY PUBLISHED DEFENDING THE DOCUMENT TO THE PUBLIC NO ONE WILL READ IT I DISAGREE AND IF IT FAILS? BURR, THAT'S WHY WE NEED IT THE CONSTITUTION'S A MESS SO IT NEEDS AMENDMENTS IT'S FULL OF CONTRADICTIONS SO IS INDEPENDENCE WE HAVE TO START SOMEWHERE NO NO WAY YOU'RE MAKING A MISTAKE GOOD NIGHT HEY WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? WHAT DO YOU STALL FOR? (WHAT?) WE WON THE WAR WHAT WAS IT ALL FOR? DO YOU SUPPORT THIS CONSTITUTION? OF COURSE THEN DEFEND IT AND WHAT IF YOU'RE BACKING THE WRONG HORSE? BURR, WE STUDIED AND WE FOUGHT AND WE KILLED FOR THE NOTION OF A NATION WE NOW GET TO BUILD FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, TAKE A STAND WITH PRIDE I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU STAND TO THE SIDE I'LL KEEP ALL MY PLANS CLOSE TO MY CHEST (WAIT FOR IT, WAIT FOR IT, WAIT) I'LL WAIT HERE AND SEE WHICH WAY THE WIND WILL BLOW yk what i’m too lazy to put this all in the same paragraph now so

I'M TAKING MY TIME

WATCHING THE

AFTERBIRTH OF A NATION

WATCHING THE TENSION GROW

I AM SAILING OFF TO LONDON

I AM ACCOMPANIED BY SOMEONE

WHO ALWAYS PAYS

I HAVE FOUND A WEALTHY HUSBAND WHO WILL KEEP

ME IN COMFORT FOR ALL MY DAYS

HE IS NOT A LOT OF FUN, BUT THERE'S NO ONE WHO

CAN MATCH YOU FOR TURN OF PHRASE

MY ALEXANDER

ANGELICA

DON'T FORGET TO WRITE

LOOK AT WHERE YOU ARE

LOOK AT WHERE YOU STARTED

THE FACT THAT YOU'RE ALIVE IS A MIRACLE

JUST STAY ALIVE, THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH

AND IF YOUR WIFE COULD SHARE A FRACTION OF YOUR TIME

IF I COULD GRANT YOU PEACE OF MIND

WOULD THAT BE ENOUGH?

ALEXANDER JOINS FORCES WITH JAMES MADISON AND JOHN JAY TO WRITE A SERIES OF ESSAYS

DEFENDING THE NEW UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION

ENTITLED THE FEDERALIST PAPERS

THE PLAN WAS TO WRITE A TOTAL OF TWENTY-FIVE ESSAYS

THE WORK DIVIDED EVENLY AMONG THE THREE MEN

IN THE END, THEY WROTE EIGHTY-FIVE ESSAYS, IN THE SPAN OF SIX MONTHS

JOHN JAY GOT SICK AFTER WRITING FIVE

JAMES MADISON WROTE TWENTY-NINE

HAMILTON WROTE THE OTHER FIFTY-ONE

HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME?

WRITE DAY AND NIGHT LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME?

EVERYDAY YOU FIGHT LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME

LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME

ARE YOU RUNNING OUT OF TIME?

HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE TOMORROW WON'T ARRIVE?

HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE YOU NEED IT TO SURVIVE?

HOW DO YOU WRITE EVERY SECOND YOU'RE ALIVE?

EVERY SECOND YOU'RE ALIVE? EVERY SECOND YOU'RE ALIVE?

THEY ARE ASKING ME TO LEAD

I AM DOING THE BEST I CAN

TO GET THE PEOPLE THAT I NEED

I'M ASKING YOU TO BE MY RIGHT HAND MAN

TREASURY OR STATE?

I KNOW IT'S A LOT TO ASK

TREASURY OR STATE?

TO LEAVE BEHIND THE WORLD YOU KNOW

SIR, DO YOU WANT ME TO RUN THE TREASURY OR STATE DEPARTMENT?

TREASURY

LET'S GO

ALEXANDER

I HAVE TO LEAVE

ALEXANDER

LOOK AROUND, LOOK AROUND AT HOW LUCKY WE ARE TO BE ALIVE RIGHT NOW

HELPLESS

THEY ARE ASKING ME TO LEAD

LOOK AROUND, ISN'T THIS ENOUGH?

HE WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED

WHAT WOULD BE ENOUGH?

HE WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED (TO BE SATISFIED)

SATISFIED

SATISFIED (HISTORY HAS ITS EYES)

WHY DO YOU ASSUME YOU'RE THE SMARTEST IN THE ROOM?

WHY DO YOU WRITE LIKE IT'S GOING OUT OF STYLE?

WHY DO YOU FIGHT LIKE

HISTORY HAS ITS EYES ON YOU

I AM NOT THROWIN' AWAY MY SHOT

(JUST YOU WAIT)

I AM NOT THROWIN' AWAY MY SHOT

(JUST YOU WAIT)

I AM ALEXANDER HAMILTON, HAMILTON

JUST YOU WAIT

I AM NOT THROWIN' AWAY MY SHOT

ava im terrified how did u do this. how did u get so many characters into this ask. ava. ava pls

#LIKE YOU'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME ARE YOU RUNNING OUT OF TIME...#god...#ask #ava #long post #hamilton on main

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dazed--xx · 4 years

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Useless

Request: Can you do a one shot were you fight and he says something that really hurt you bc you were insecure about that and then you act kinda distant and idk can it fluff and angst pretty please 🥺 I love your blog 💜(tae)

Summary: “Maybe I wanted to have some time to myself for a change? Did you ever think about that? Maybe I didn’t want some clingy leach attached to my hip at every second of the fucking day... I finally wanted to be able to fucking breathe. Like damn I can see why your parents didn’t want you... you're fucking useless....” The foul insults like venom. Useless... He thinks you're useless...

Member: Taehyung x Idol!reader

Word Count: 2,276

Genre: Angst, light smut, light fluff

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE

A/N: Shout out to the reader who requested my first Tae one shot, hope you enjoy. I got some big things planned to come out so i hope yall follow make sure you check out my masterlist for other stories

(Not my gif)

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“Y/N!!” Tae shouts from the living room finally acknowledging my presence for the first time today. Waking me from a dead sleep, that falling feeling startling. “Y/N!!!” His voice booming. Sluggishly, WHAT TIME IS IT?? 1:54 am the alarm clock reads I scream into the pillow and make my wake to the living room. The bright light blinding, Tae on the couch with Jungkook. “Yes?” the annoyance in my tone evident. “We’re hungry can you make us something please?” THE FUCKING NERVE!!!! I roll my eyes “Did you speak to me for the last 16 hours?” confusion creeping onto his face at my passive aggressive attitude. Jungkook’s face contorts obviously uncomfortable. “I was just asking you to make us food, no need to be a bitch about it ill just order out” He snaps back “and by the way if you have something to fucking say then say it I don’t appreciate the off handed comments especially when you could have come to me as well and speak to me..” his eyes roll, Jungkook eyeing the door “WELL!.... this has been......fun. I'm gonna head out. Sorry Y/N didn’t mean to upset you” I smile at his friendliness. “Goodnight Jungkookie, I'll see you next time okay I'm sorry to make you feel uncomfortable.” I escort him out the door.

Tae’s eyes fuming as I turn around. “Look what you fucking did! You made him leave all because of you’re stupid fucking attitude!” He shouts, throwing his controller on the ground smashing it. “You couldn’t just say you didn’t fucking feel like it instead of pushing my friend out the fucking door” fear creeping up in my body. Me and Tae have fought before but he’s never raised his voice like this. He’s never been THIS angry before. “Tae, I’m sorry but I was sleeping and-” “DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT YOU WERE DOING?” his terrifying voice booming. Tears sting my eyes all my anger from the day boiling over as the confession spews out of my mouth “NO YOU DON’T BECAUSE YOU NEVER FUCKING CARE ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK I DO TODAY WAS A CLEAR INDICATION OF THAT NO? YOU HAVE A FUCKING DAY OFF AND YOU LITERALLY SPEND IT IGNORING ME AND PLAYING YOUR STUPID ASS GAME. I ASK YOU TO TAKE A WALK WITH ME AND YOURE TOO TIRED. I ASK YOU TO TAKE A NAP WITH ME YOU WANT TO BE UP. SO, WHAT THE FUCK IS IT HUH? SO, WHEN I FINALLY, FINALLY FALL ASLEEP YOU WANT TO FUCKING WAKE ME UP TO ASK ME TO COOK FOR YOU AND JUNGKOOK?????????”

“Maybe I wanted to have some time to myself for a change? Did you ever think about that? Maybe I didn’t want some clingy leach attached to my hip at every second of the fucking day... I finally wanted to be able to fucking breathe. Like damn I can see why your parents didn’t want you... you're fucking useless....” The foul insults like venom. Useless... He thinks you're useless...

*10 YEARS AGO,*

“Y/N! YOU RUINED IT! IT WAS MY FAVORITE AND YOU BROKE IT!!” My older sister shouts, as her hand harshly cracks along my cheek. Tears stream down my face, “I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to...” I whimper. The mirror on the ground shattered like my heart, my sisters rough hand shoves me to my knees. Glass stabbing at my skin like a thousand knives, her hand in my hair. “CLEAN IT NOW!!!” Her shouting alerts my mother. “Y/S/N? What's going on?” My mother's soft voice asks as she comes into the room. “Tsk....Y/N what did you do now?” Annoyance in her tone, her eyes rolling. “She broke my mirror. She broke my favorite mirror....she's so useless mom why is she here she needs to go.” My sister whined.

“Let her go, Y/N pick this up and come to my room...” the tone dark. Fear taking a hold of my chest. Whilst cleaning the mirror my sisters torture did not end glass penetrated my hand every time, she shoved me over as I held each shard with care. Dread fills me as the mirror is completely clean. Slowly, I trek to my mother's room my 12-year-old frame trembling as I stand in front of my mother's door heart beating threatening to burst out of my chest.

“Y/N LETS GO NOW” my mother shouts from the other side of the door. The beating didn’t last too long the pain only temporary; the lecture lasted a lifetime the pain forever. “Why do you have to be so damn useless huh? It's like you enjoy ruining our lives, you never seem to do anything right and I'm so god damn tired of fucking covering for you. SO, you need to go, I don’t care where it is you go but it's not here. I want you out by tomorrow and don’t take none of that expensive shit that’s mine”. I was out within the hour, terrified of what may come if I lasted until tomorrow. Rushing out of the door at 3 am with all of my essential belongings in hand, with no destination in sight.

Months go by living all around Seoul at parks, bus stations, motels when I get really lucky. Singing in the street to come up with a few dollars to eat. Some days I didn’t make enough and I would slip items in my clothes, becoming quite the “artist”. One day, I’m singing in front of a small store front 2 gentlemen dressed lavishly listening intently phone recording as my verse comes to an end. Their eyes burning holes into me as a blush creeps up onto my face. The crowd disperses at the top of my hat a business card BIG HIT ENTERTAINMENT. Confusion strikes me turning the card over. A small hand written note and address on the back ‘TOMORROW 2 PM’. My heart races WHAT????

*TRAINEE DAYS*

“Y/N-AH STOP BEING SO DAMN USELESS AND PLEASE HIT THE BEAT ON THE RIGHT COUNT!” My groups dance lead, Hye-un shouts. Fury in her eyes, “Seriously we probably would have debuted by now if you could do something right like you can't sing, you can't dance...what can you do huh?? Stand there? Remember you’re only here because Namjoon oppa felt bad for you.” her words cut like knives. “Namjoon oppa thinks I'm good..” I mutter weakly, under my breathe as tears slide down my face. Every girl laughs, “No, honestly no one does like come on, you can't see it, He felt bad for you idiot. You were homeless and needed a place to go.” Jisoo snaps. Her words breaking my heart, grabbing my bag and dashing toward the door. They won't get to see me cry...not like that... not for them.

Running down the hallway, hunting for the farthest studio away from them to release my demons. THUD! “Oof DUDE WATCH WHERE YO-” The loud voice cut off “LOOK IM NOT IN THE FUCKING MOOD MOVE” I shout as I stand up to run past the stranger. “Damn... Okay... rude... are you okay though you look like you’re crying” He says as I wipe my eyes getting a clear view of the man that I've collided with. A blush instantly creeping on my face as the familiar face becomes recognizable and my head shoots down, Taehyung oppa. All the anger in me fades quickly as the god like man shifted. My voice is shaky, “IM SO SORRY, I wasn’t paying attention. I'm just having a rough morning. I should get going, I'm so sorry... I..Um...S-Sorry” He chuckles “Ha, you said that already...3 times in fact” a small giggle escapes my lips.

“So, I know you don’t know me or anything but I’m a great listener. Maybe you can tell me what's going on, it might help” He says sincerely. Hesitant, I look down “um....-” “Look, don’t worry if you don’t want to physically tell me give me your number you can text it to me then that way you and I don’t have to be face to face and it can help you to get more out that sound good?” I nod as he pulls out his phone and asks for mine. His number in my phone as Tae<3. A smile creeps up onto my face as he pulls me into a hug. My body melts into his like I've known him for years. “Okay so I'll talk to you later” A smile on his face as he walks off.

Blushing, as realization dawns on me as I pull my phone out to text him.

*PRESENT*

From there I told Tae everything, my fears, my past, insecurities. Useless....that's all I’ve ever been. My sobs no longer able to be held back as they barrel their way through my chest. “F-fin-ne then Tae you won't have to worry about me being in your way anymore” I whisper as I turn around and walk into the bedroom Tae and I share. Locking the door behind me I curl up in bed and let the tears take over me. Mama never loved you, the girls never wanted you to debut with them, they made you go solo because of how useless the group thought you were, You're so fucking useless to Tae. I ruin fucking everything I'm sorry Tae. The tears putting you to sleep eventually.

TAE’S POV

FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST DO???????!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!! The regret fills my mind as the bedroom door locks in my face. Her sobs filling the apartment, my heart cracking at the sound. Sitting outside of the door listening to the love of my life cry herself to sleep in our bedroom, alone, because of me. Baby I'm so sorry...you know I never would mean anything like that, but the words never come out.

Nothing can physically come out as my heart pounds in my throat terrified of what tomorrow could bring. Would she leave? NO! Tae don’t think like that Y/N loves you and she’ll know you could never mean that...right? Tears streaming down my face at the thought. You fucked up...you fucking hurt her in one of the worst fucking ways possible. There's no way she's going to forgive you. Trudging back to the couch as I let the tears consume me.

Y/N’S POV

The sun beaming in my eyes, burning, as I blink myself awake. Eyes sore, Tae’s words resting at the front of my mind. Making my way to the restroom, the second the door is open Tae is in front of me on his knees. “Baby, I’m an asshole okay but I love you and-and I'm sorry” He pleads as he wraps his arms around my waist head resting against my stomach. Disgust filling me, “Move, I have to use the restroom” Tae’s saddened figure retreats back to the living room defeated. Tears stream down my face as the hot water from the shower soaks me. My pain evident, Tae shuffling outside of the bathroom door every few minutes whispering to himself before disappearing back into the living room.

Placing one of my tank tops and sweat pants on, I make my way out of the bathroom. Tae rushing behind me as I walk back into the bed room. The saddened puppy looks still on his face. His regret in his eyes, his face is puffy and red proof he’s been crying over his words. The sight weakening my angry state as he reaches for my face and looks into my eyes caressing my cheek. His gaze drifting to my lips, slowly leaning forward he brushes his lips against mine looking for some form of consent. My eyes close as he presses forward and kisses me with so much emotion, his tongue delving in to my mouth and tasting me. A slight moan released from his lips as he presses me against the bedroom door slamming it shut. He lifts my right leg over his waist pulling me closer, as lips slide down to my neck. The way his tongue attacks my neck, drawing a puddle in my panties, his member grinding against me hard as a rock. The need for more grows inside me as Tae pulls his lips off of my body as he whispers in my ear his voice shaky and terrified “I-I’m so s-sorry, I love you and you’re not useless. I didn’t mean it. I could never mean it, you’re perfect I swear. And I'm such an ass for saying something like that there’s no excuse for what I said but please, okay, I'm BEGGING you don’t leave me.”

A tear slides down my face as he shakes, crying into my ear wrapping his arms around my waist. Tae’s sadness washing away any animosity toward him at his words. “Baby... you hurt me but I'd never leave you. You're all I have and I'm never giving you up” I hug him back. His smile against my neck. “I don’t deserve you.....I'm sorry” I nod and run my hands through his hair. “SO! Were you just being a tease or are you gonna finish what you started?” I ask seductively as I put Tae’s hand in my pants, a smirk creeps onto his face.

“Oh, Kitten, I have so many plans for us today”

#taehyung #bts #bts angst #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut

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pbandjesse · 3 years

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Well today as terrifying. I am going to be 30 this year, Ive been writing this blog every day for 10 years. And today I got to witness ANOTHER terrorist event. Incredible. Ive been watching live broadcasts of the news for hours, I saw a woman get shot and killed. I saw rioters with fistfulls of zipties. I saw the cops running away, and letting these insane terrorists into The Capitol Building. Its been a wild day.

The day didnt start this wild. It started with me sleeping pretty well. Waking up a little easier. I got dressed and loved my outfit. I felt cute and good. Though I would lose energy pretty fast.

I had a nice breakfast. I made a fried egg, had some potatoes and toast, and a half of one of the mini avocados I got. It was good. I felt alright.

I was just tired though. Which was hard. I emailed Lana again, still no answer. Im not going to put in a bunch of work that they dont want. I am trying to not feel weird about it but it will be okay. Around 11 though I needed to lay down.

I watched videos for a little, and eventually fell asleep. I woke up around 1 and had an email that my skates had come! James went down to get them for me. I was really excited. And they are great. These are the second pair I bought. The cheaper ones. But they are lovely. I had a really good time today playing with them in the livingroom. I dont ant to try it outside until the knee pads I bought come. They were supposed to be here yesterday but seem to be stuck in new jersey.Ah well. Practicing inside for now. James said he enjoyed watching me and that I was already getting better. Felt good.

James headed to work and I went to go work in the studio. Thats when I saw that something was happening in DC.

I spent basically all afternoon watching live streams. Feeling stressed. Feeling sick. But I worked on art. I crocheted. I skated in circles. I made tiktoks. I bothered sweetP. I tried to stay sane.

As the curfew went into effect I watched a little longer. Just to see if anything popped off. Not surprising that the cops barely did anything. I saw videos of the cops inside the capitol literally running away. But I took a break.

I had dinner. I took a bath. I scrubbed my whole body with coffee grounds. And now Im watching the news again. Im watching the senators just, basically say how embarrassing this was. That the President, who told the rioters they were special and he loved them, needs to calm this down. But he wont. He loved this. He needs to be held accountable and I really hope that this shakes these Senators up and actually do something. They are supposed to be the checks and balances and they havent been. They are guilty in this as well.

Well see what happens tomorrow. But today felt like a dam breaking.

I hope you are all safe tonight. Dont be quiet about this. We have to hold together against a great evil. I love you all. Goodnight.

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 5 years

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Love of my Life

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Summary: One drink. That's all it took. One drink and Roman was calling into radio stations in the dead of night and professing his dedicated love to one Patton Baker. At least no one he knew had heard him. ...right? Pairings: Romantic royality, platonic/brotherly analogical, parental logince + parental prinxiety Warnings: Brief, throw-away mention of alcohol a few times, food mentions Author’s note: Italicized sentences are flashbacks to the night before

"Hello darling, and welcome to the Sleepless Hour with your very own Remy Crescent. May I ask what has you calling on this fine evening?"

"Oh, just the love of my life."

Roman groaned and pulled the covers over his head. The damned sun was trying to shine its way into his room, and while he normally would love to enjoy being caught in the world's biggest spotlight, he wasn't quite feeling it this morning.

Maybe it was the fact that he could hear loud whispering from downstairs, which always meant some sort of trouble. Maybe it was the fact that despite having only ONE drink last night he felt like Holy Hell. Maybe it was the fact that following the logic that one drink had provided he had publicly and proudly confessed his love to one Patton Baker.

Did he regret what he said? Of course not! But the timing and the manner in which he declared it was decidedly not ideal.

"Wow, love of your life, huh? Quite the bold statement sugar. I like it. What's got you crazed about this one?"

"Just EVERYTHING about him. I don't think I have enough time to say it all."

"Ah, why don't you give it a go anyways?"

"Dad! Better Dad's at the door!"

Roman sighed even as he smiled, pushing himself out of bed at the cry of his youngest. "You know you can't call him that until I marry him right?" He yelled back as he fumbled to get changed.

"Father, if we wait until that time, we will either be calling him 'better Dad' tomorrow or never."

"Logan!"

Roman could almost hear his eldest roll his eyes- not in disrespect, simply in annoyance that the world couldn't keep up with him. "You have a tendency to either do everything at once or never. I drew from your past actions in romantic pursuits and your general personality to make my statement, and I maintain that it's accurate."

"Yeah, well, what have we said about telling the truth in this household?"

"To squash it down unless it is pleasing and flattering to you?"

"There ya go!"

Roman could definitely hear Logan sigh at that, cut off from responding by the doorbell ringing. Virgil called up again, "Dad!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"Well, first of all, he's absolutely wonderful with my kids. I've got two of them- love them as I do, that doesn't make them any less of handful."

"Oh, wild childs?"

"The complete opposite, actually. Quiet. Not too trusting. But for him... he's amazing. He's already replaced me as the favorite Dad and we're not even close to being actually married."

"Well, that's quite the start- I'll hand it to 'im. But you said you could go on?"

Roman tried not to trip too badly down the stairs. Given the disappointed stares his children were giving him when he finally ended up on ground level, he decided he hadn't achieved that too well.

"Dad, have you even heard of a comb?"

"Virgil, please." Logan chastised lightly. "He's clearly heard of a comb before. Whether or not he's attempted to acquaint himself with one this morning is up for debate, however."

"You two and your debates." Roman tsked with a smile, running a hand through his hair and trying to ignore that they clearly had a point.

Virgil tilted his head with a frown. "Is it really a debate when the answer's clear?"

Roman gasped dramatically, raising his free hand to his chest. "I cannot believe this! My own children! Sons of my loin!"

"We're adopted." Logan and Virgil replied in unison, pitch matched in tired judgement.

"I hate that you can do that."

The doorbell rang again. Roman's attention shot back towards the door. "Oh, right. Patton's here."

"I can't believe you forgot about the 'love of your life.'" Virgil teased, the smirk growing on his face making Roman's checks heat up.

"You two were supposed to be sleeping." He said immediately, the slight smile on Logan's face already clueing him into the fact that Virgil wasn't the only one eavesdropping.

Virgil shrugged. "You were loud." He said simply, sniggering. "Loud with your declarations of LOVE~"

Roman shook his head. "I can't believe I'm surprised."

"Our behavior should be relatively predictable by now, yes." Logan agreed with him helpfully.

Roman just ruffled the older boy's hair as he went by, earning himself a glare from Logan as he rushed to fix it. Roman chuckled as he approached the door.

"I could go on for eons."

"Well, babes, I'm sorry to say we've only got two minutes but if you go fast I'm sure it'll feel like longer."

"Two minutes really isn't enough time. He's too perfect. Too gorgeous."

"Oh, gorgeous, huh? Come on, love, details! Wax that poetic- I can tell you're just dying to."

Roman pulled open the door. The day was rainy, the sky grey and overcast- not that Roman noticed.

"It's not waxing poetic if it's simple fact. Patton is... Patton is literal sunshine..."

Patton was, as expected, waiting cheerfully on Roman's doorstep, mood undamped despite the fact that his clothes were not. His smile was still there, of course; it always was, bright and shiny as if he had stolen the light the sky was so sorely lacking just to brighten it.

"...his smile could light up a starless night; his eyes are prettier than the sapphires that could only dream to ever be as lovely..."

"Can I come in?" Patton asked lightly, eyes shining with mirth from behind his wiry glasses. He lifted the sealed container in his arms up just a bit, shaking it. "I brought cookies!"

"You know you are always welcome here, my darling marshmallow." Roman said with as charming of a smile as he could muster, sweeping backwards and bowing to let Patton in. Patton laughed.

"...oh, and his laugh! Like the finest silver bells ringing, like bluebirds singing on a perfect summer day..."

Patton shook himself a little, rubbing at his wet arms with wet hands as if that was going to dry anything. He glanced up from his unsuccessful work, spotting Logan and Virgil as he did so. His smile only grew.

"Lo-lo! Virge!" Patton greeted them excitedly. "How are my favorite kids!?"

"I don't know, I've never met them." Virgil answered, earning himself a 'stern' glare from Patton.

"Now, kiddo, come on. Don't make me physically fight you." He threatened. Virgil's eyes widened very slightly. He knew it was no idle threat. The last time he had ignored that warning he hadn't been allowed to escape Patton's hug for a full minute.

Terrifying.

Virgil shuffled his feet. "'m good."

"Great!" Patton exclaimed before opening his arms. "Now, can also get a hug from one of my favorite kids?"

"You're laying this on thick." Virgil mumbled before nodding his head at the container still in Patton's hand. "Are those cookies?"

"Yep!"

Virgil found himself very willing to submit to the hug in exchange for cookies. Patton didn't try to put up a fight as Virgil snatched it from him. He turned his attention to Logan instead. "And my other favorite not-son?"

"Adequate." Logan replied. He raised an eyebrow when Patton re-opened his arms. "Unlike my easily bribed brother, I do not fall to simple cookies."

"Do you fall if they're Crofter's cookies?"

"...You're playing dirty." Logan said, but his attention was clearly now caught by the treat Virgil was munching on. Patton's smile only grew when Logan glared to the side but still shuffled over, pretending he didn't maintain the hug for longer than the three second minimum before claiming his own cookie.

"My, my, you really are smitten, aren't you?"

"Please, for the love of my love, never assume I am anything less. Patton deserves no less."

"Well he's definitely batting twenty-twenty at the moment. Great with kids and clearly beautiful. Considerin' we got another good fifty seconds here, I'm sure there's something else you'd like to enlighten us on about your dearest?"

Roman smiled as well as he came to stand next to Patton. "Little sugar addicts." He said lovingly. "So easily won over. Isn't that right, Lo-lo?"

Logan briefly glanced up from what was already his third cookie. "Never call me that ever again."

"You let Patton call you that!"

"Patton brought cookies." Virgil answered for Logan.

"Well, I make you cookies, too!" Roman protested.

"Burnt ones don't count."

Roman pouted, and Patton giggled. "Come on, Ro, I'll teach you how to bake your way into their hearts."

"I'm not sure that's possible." Roman responded. "They're ungrateful."

"And he's REALLY bad at baking."

Roman pointed at Virgil. "See! Point proven."

Patton seemed even more amused. "Well, I'll teach you how to bake your way into my heart instead, then." He offered with a little wink, grabbing Roman's hand and innocently pulling him into the kitchen like he wasn't going to be the literal death of Roman.

"Everything. I could tell you about everything. He's too wonderful. And so kind. He's sweeter than a sugar high. Mischievous as an imp, though. But if any of the Fates still favor me, he's my imp."

Patton only released Roman's hand once they were both in the kitchen, quickly shifting through the pantries for the ingredients he'd need. Roman leaned against one of the counters as casually as he could while he was being useless.

"As much as I adore the idea of pretending I have a chance at baking, I know a diversion when I see one." Roman commented idly. "Any reason you needed to get away from the troublemakers?"

"I don't know what you're suggesting, sweetie." Patton replied, tone much too innocent. "I just want to bake with you! And you know what I love to do while I bake?"

"Talk to people?" Roman suggested as he pointed out the cupboard that held their bowls.

"That too! But when there's no one around, I like to listen to the radio!"

"I can already hear the choir boys singing. I know earlier you said you were nowhere near thinking about marriage, but I mean... you two seem very close. How long have you been dating? A year? Two?"

"Heh, well, technically we're not dating- considering we haven't actually gone on a date yet."

"...I'm going to have Dave give us another minute because sweetheart I must have misheard you. Not a date? Not a single one? About this man you seem willing to die for?"

"Well we have been together for six months! We're just so busy with work... we never have time for a proper date!"

Roman, oblivious, hummed in interest. "If you want, I can turn it on now-"

"No, I've got you right now, silly." Patton replied lightheartedly as he started measuring out flour, his tongue sticking out just the slightest in his concentration. Roman tried not to melt at the sight. "I was just saying that I was listening to it last night while I was baking!"

"Baking at night? And here I thought you were the responsible one."

Patton shrugged with a grin. "Couldn't sleep! And you know what they say..."

"Sweetness, I am always thinking about you. I doubt that's what was keeping you up."

Patton shot Roman a special smile that suggested a type of trickery he didn't understand before he went back to his measuring. "Maybe." He said simply before pushing on. "The music station I was listening to kept having interruptions, but that was alright. I liked listening to the people talk. Maybe you've heard of the segment- it's called the Sleepless Hour?"

Roman froze.

"Take my suggestion, hun- schedule time for one. Because as it stands, your man is either a literal angel... or you're just crazy."

"Trust me, it's both."

"So I can tell, given that, from what I've heard tonight, I doubt you dislike a single thing about this Patton."

"Oh, there is one thing I dislike about him."

"Ooooh, spill the tea, sis. Let's here perfect boy's one flaw."

"I, uh... nope. Never heard of it."

"Huh. That's odd." Patton commented, feigning casual indifference. "Considering I could have sworn I heard you on it last night."

"I... you must've mistaken voice."

"Oh, I'd never mistake a voice that indescribably pretty."

Roman sighed as melodramatically as he could manage. "Alright, you've caught me! It was late, and I was craving some proper music, unlike what the heathens had been playing. Sue me for calling in a request-"

"Oh, you were most certainly not just calling in a music request." Patton stopped him before he could continue.

"...I'll take it you actually heard more than just the very end of what I said?"

"I heard every word.”

"...Listen, I was a little drunk, you can't really take everything I said at face value-"

"One flaw, right?"

Roman looked away from Patton, scratching at the back of his neck. "Please tell me you heard even five seconds past that part."

Barely a moment later, Roman saw the blur of light blue and grey suddenly rush at him, wrapping around him and snuggling into his neck within a second. "I meant it when I said every word, love."

"Patton's one flaw is that he's not in my arms right this minute."

Roman only took a moment to collect himself before he hugged Patton back, easily pressing a kiss into Patton's curls before resting his chin on top of them.

"Much better."

"It is." Patton agreed.

"I'm sorry I sleep-drunk ranted about you and your perfection on late night radio."

"It's alright." Patton said, smiling into Roman's neck. "It was sweet. Though it was very rude of you to say all those nice things and be out of cuddling range."

"If I had been in cuddling range I would have just told you all of those things and cut out the middleman."

Patton hummed. "Is it too soon to move in?"

"With no dates under our belts?" Roman said before laughing. "Virgil and Logan would rat us out to Mr. Crescent."

"But I just want you to always be in cuddling range."

"Soon, dearheart, I promise." Roman said fondly. "For now, however, we should probably finish making our cookies so that I might pretend I can win over the favor of my children from you."

"But then I'll have to let go of you." Patton whined. "And I don't wanna."

Roman smiled as he moved on his hands, slowly rubbing calming circles into Patton's back. "You don't have to let go just yet."

"Aren't you just the biggest sap this side of the Mississippi."

"I should hope to be."

"Well, I wish you two the best of luck with your no-dates dating. Dave says I have to wrap it up here, but I'd feel bad if I didn't ask you if you had a song request in mind?"

"Nah. I'm just here to make sure everyone knows I'll never love another man as much as I love Patton."

"I think we got the message loud and clear, sugar. Still lovely to chat with you. I'll see if I can't find somethin' that's got the right tune for you two."

Whether or not the radio was on didn't matter, because the song Remy had put on last night was no longer playing, but that was alright. They had still heard it, even if separately, and the sentiment still echoed even without sound. Maybe they hadn't actually called each other last night, but that was alright too. There would be plenty of chances for it in the future.

I Just Called to Say I Love You plays

#I wrote this when I should have been working on Logan's b-day fic because I'm a mess #but I'm told it came out quite fluffy so worth it #royality #ts roman #ts patton #ts virgil #ts logan #ts remy #ts sleep #fanfic #fanfiction #ts sides #sander sides

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nightingaletrash · 3 years

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I was working some more on Lieutenant Attaway and then fic happened oops

AO3

A gunshot cracked through the air as Saker limped his way back to his cabin, and it was enough to make him wince from something besides his injuries. The Lieutenant must be back already.

Sure enough, a familiar figure marched up the hillside, shoulders set, rifle strapped to her back, pistol at her hip, and her face decidedly stern but otherwise unreadable. She must be really pissed then, Saker deduced as he dropped to sit on the porch and prepared himself for whatever lecture his Second-in-Command was preparing to deliver.

She came to a halt in front of him.

Her posture had always been that of a soldier’s; a real, well-trained soldier and not some cutthroat who picked up a gun and slapped on a uniform or a half-wit private who’d quickly grown bored of taking orders and cut loose at the first opportunity with their weapon in hand. Straight back, set shoulders, and never a sliver of hesitation in her stride.

Lieutenant Attaway might be a deserter like the rest of them, but she still carried herself with the sort of discipline that made more than a few of the crew scratch their heads, wondering why she wasn’t still with the army.

“Captain. Might I ask why the camp is littered with the bodies of our men?”

As ever her voice was hard, cold, and unwaveringly even. Impossible to read and unyieldingly stern. Throw in the earlier warning shot that Saker had heard, and she was definitely pissed.

“We had a visitor,” he grunted. “Now, are you gonna to help me patch up or scold me to death?”

A beat passed and for a second Saker was certain that she was going to opt for the latter. But then she offered her arm without comment and bore his weight against her as he levered himself up with surprising difficulty.

The girl had hit harder and shot faster than he had expected her to. She’d been a slip of a thing, not even out of her teens by the look of her, and yet she’d gotten her hands on Jimmy’s uniform, waltzed into camp bold as brass and then promptly slaughtered everyone that got in her way. It had been, to be perfectly honest, a terrifying and oddly inspiring sight to behold, and he told Attaway as much as she helped him to hobble his way into the cabin and sit down on the bed.

She offered no comment, just assisted with his wounds, passing bandages and rubbing alcohol as and when they were needed.

“And now not only do we gotta leave the Dwellers be, we’ve gotta help them,” he snorted. “Those were her terms when she let me live. Sharing supplies, disrupting the King’s men on the roads. Gotta wonder where she got the idea that going against Logan was a smart idea-”

“Because she’s the Princess,” Attaway supplied smartly. When she caught sight of the gobsmacked look on Saker’s face, she added, “the King has put out an arrest warrant on Sir Walter Beck and the family butler for her abduction and is offering a significant reward for her safe return to Bowerstone Castle.”

“Then why the hell did she come here?” he said incredulously. “What the bloody hell does she think she’s-”

Oh.

The pieces clicked into place, and suddenly it all made sense.

The Princess was playing rebel against her big brother, and was getting the Dwellers on her side, which was a logical starting point. They despised Logan so weren’t liable to turn her in for the reward he was promising, and they put up a good fight when they weren’t starving to death. The promise of food and safety could see them become a formidable force once more. And having the Deserters couldn’t hurt either, especially now that Saker owed her his life. Their code meant that they were sworn to heed the Princess’ demands, and she was capable enough in battle to change her terms whether Saker liked it or not.

With both groups at her command, not only could she do some real damage to Logan’s operations up in the mountains, she also had the building blocks of an army that - if built the right way with the right pieces - could drag the Tyrant King off of his throne.

And then there was her strength. Her speed. Neither of them seemed proportionate to such a girl, and yet she’d had both in great quantity. The old Queen had been a Hero. The last of her kind, they’d said, when neither her Prince or Princess showed the signs. Maybe they’d been too quick to judge. Maybe Albion still had one Hero left in her.

The warped, burnt flesh of Saker’s hands itched and he resisted the urge to rub them while they were still red and raw. Playing with fire was a dangerous game but it usually kept his opponents off-kilter to see him throwing the stuff around. His hands might never be pretty and one day the flesh might slough from his bones, but what was life without a little risk? To him it was a reminder that he was alive. That he’d been burned by the world time and time again, but he’d risen above it and survived.

Today the fire had bitten back and he’d need a fresh wrap of bandages and a lathering of burn relief as his knuckles bled, but it hadn’t consumed him. He’d drink to that. And to his men.

He thanked Attaway when she handed him the bottle of whiskey and she stepped outside to let him rise tenderly to his feet in private.

It was one of his favourite things about his Lieutenant. Always prompt and to the point, and never needed to be told what to do.

Saker took a swig of whiskey and limped back out of the hut into the dying rays of the setting sun. The survivors of the crew were waiting in a huddle outside, some wrapped in bandages and others propping them up when needed.

A good number of familiar faces were missing now, but there were more than enough survivors to keep the clan together. They were all silent, waiting for him to speak, so he raised the bottle into the air.

“We took a beating today. We all lost friends. Brothers and sisters in arms,” he said gruffly. “But that’s how it is in this life of ours, and now we do our damndest to stand tall and make them proud! We’ve got ourselves a new contract, and one with a Princess no less! A Princess who walked in here and proved herself the strongest!

“Tomorrow we get to work, but tonight we drink and we remember! To ourselves, to those that fell, and to seeing Logan’s head on a spike!”

There was a roar of approval from the crew and it wasn’t long before they broke out the casks. Leave it to Bertie to open them up with axes, but hey, they were mercenaries, bandits and cutthroats. If they weren’t using axes, they’d be doing it wrong. The bonfires roared, warming the cold mountain air enough that they could sit without need for furs and heavy coats, and Saker sat on a log with Attaway at his shoulder as ever.

She didn’t drink. He’d never seen her so much as touch a mug much less take a swig. But she remained nonetheless, hands folded behind her back as she stood at ease. Always the soldier, his Lieutenant. Though any sense of military decorum and fire discipline didn’t stop her from firing a warning shot at the feet of the first person that tried to push a mug into her hands.

“At least make a toast if you’re going to shoot people, Lieutenant,” Saker chuckled.

“I shot at them sir. There’s a difference.”

He shook his head and took another swig of whiskey.

“Just one toast, Attaway. For ol’ Jimmy’s sake. You don’t have to drink it, just-”

“Jimmy isn’t dead, sir.”

Saker blinked.

“I found him at the pub in Brightwall, quite drunk and missing his clothes. He swears up and down that he’d been drinking with Sir Walter Beck himself. I didn’t believe him at first until the barman confirmed his story.” There was a glimmer in her eye and the corner of her mouth twitched ever so slightly upwards. “I still struggled to believe it as I was under the impression that most knights aren’t known for stripping their drinking companions down to their drawers.”

He blinked again. So Jimmy wasn’t dead? He’d just gotten himself pickled, and by a Knight of all people. Well, that was a relief. Of sorts. One less name to add to the list of the dead. But…

Saker slammed his fist down onto the log and it splintered under the impact. The other mercenaries were too busy imbibing in drink to notice or care.

“When I get my hands on that scrawny little shit, I’ll kill ‘im!” he roared indignantly. “What the hell’s he playing at, getting drunk on the job! And getting stripped at that! That no good, light weight, weasley little-”

“I did warn him that he would need a suitable story to explain his absence and lack of clothing, sir,” Attaway interjected coolly, her eyes still glittering in the firelight. “At least permit him to squirm through his lie first, I’m sure he’s worked quite hard on it.”

Saker grumbled and then threw back his head, downing a burning mouthful of whiskey that he barely tasted.

He knew he wouldn’t actually kill Jimmy. Maybe make him run laps of the camp, or assign him to repair work or gate duty, but he wouldn’t kill him. He had his code and his honour.

Not that Jimmy would need to know that when he got back. He'd let Attaway have her fun first.

#nightingale writes #fable 3 #captain saker #lieutenant attaway #i dunno why i've suddenly gravitated to saker but honestly i'm enjoying the dynamic

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legolaslovely · 5 years

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Hero

A/N: HAPPY FILI FRIDAY FRIENDS HAVE SOME FLUFF! OMG truly what a great day. This happened after watching An Unexpected Journey again and I freaked out over my baby’s safety even though I know what happens and that he’s fine in that one! Ugh. Such stress. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this story and the whole day! Whoooo! As always, everyone lives always.

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 1,522

Warnings: SPOILERS lol you’ve all seen the movie but still, FLUFF, leetle angst for plot.

Summary: Fili comforts his wife (Y/N) when she gets upset by the stories about the dangers the dwarfs faced on the quest to reclaim Erebor.

ALSO KURDUWE = MY HEART AKA MY NEW FAVORITE WORD SQUEAL BYE (also hey! this is a photo edit I made yay!)

Supper had run long into the night. You had been sitting in your usual seat between Fili and Kili for hours now, drinking and listening to the stories of the company. It had been a few weeks since you were all able to dine together and the energy was high and the ale was flowing. You leaned back in your seat and pictured the tales you’d heard countless times, enjoying every second of it. Even Thorin was letting loose and telling stories of his few shenanigans with Dwalin when everyone lived in the Blue Mountains.

You couldn’t remember quite how many mugs of drink you’d taken yourself but you did your best to keep up with them. Whenever you laughed extra hard or asked about a detail of some fudged story, Fili’s fingers would brush over yours and squeeze them. You even caught him staring a few times and it shot excitement and desire into your stomach. You knew that look of his well and could only imagine what he had in store for you when you returned to your shared chambers.

‘Well, at least I wasn’t reduced to throwing burning pine cones at him!” Dwalin bellowed over the table in answer to Thorin’s teasing. “Remember that, eh?”

Kili groaned but held a bright grin on his face. “Yes, Dwalin, we remember. Even (Y/N) knows the story so well she could tell it herself.” He slung an arm around you and you laughed even though you hated that story. It never failed to send your gut into your throat. You sighed, knowing what was coming.

“Forced up into the trees, no less!” Dwalin went on.

You looked down and watched Fili’s thumb run over your knuckles as he held your hand tightly. Your gazes met and you couldn’t help but smile at his blue eyes that were shining with the late hour and the many drinks.

“Hey! (Y/N)! I’m tellin’ ya a story!” Dwalin’s cry made your head spin around to him.

“I’m so sorry. Please, go on.” You did a pretty good job of hiding your chuckle until Kili shot you a look with a roll of his eyes.

“So, there we are,” Dwalin said, “Climbin’ the trees like ladders- and let me tell you, I can make a good ladder-”

“Best ladders in all of Erebor!” Thorin said with his drink raised high in the air. Cheers followed and Dwalin grumbled over them.

Dwalin stood, slamming his hand on the table to silence the crowd. Then he held his mug out in front of him. “And we can see ‘em comin’. They’re running like a giant’s on their tail and they’re headed straight fer us. Ori, here, he’s pissin’ his trousers-”

“I was not!” Ori cried. He looked to you in desperation over the commotion that followed. “I did not!”

You reached over the table to him. “I believe you, Ori. Let Dwalin have his fun, hm?”

Ori slunk back in his seat and you chuckled, again turning your attention to the other head of the table. Everyone grew quiet again, knowing what was coming, but wanting to hear it from Dwalin again like a bunch of dwarflings sitting at his feet.

“We’re stuck in the trees, every last one of us, with no place left to go. Can’t reach ‘em with our swords or axes, we can only wait until they come to us. The nasty demon wargs are snarlin’ and snappin’ at us, waiting for their command when out of the trees comes the devil himself. I couldna believe me eyes. Azog was alive and he was after blood, he was. Thought Thorin was gonna shit his trousers.”

All laughed at that, but you couldn’t get a smile to crack your stern countenance. You’d heard the stories over and over about how many times the company cheated death on their quest to Erebor and most of them you could handle by now but this one sent your stomach bubbling every time you were forced to listen to it. Your jaw clenched and you stared at Fili’s hand completely enveloping yours and you tried hard to distance yourself from the story and swallow the lump growing in your throat.

Dwalin’s fist slamming the table made you jump. “’Bring me their heads! Drink their blood!’ And then they were after us. Bitin’ off the branches below with their huge teeth. The size of Glamdring, their teeth were!” There was some argument to that, but he continued. “Tree after tree fallin’ so we had to jump to the next one and pray we caught a branch unless we fell right into their jaws. Gloin, he almost fell right down to the ground, but I caught him and threw ‘im with all my might to the last tree in the row! Don’t lie, Gloin, you know it’s true!” Dwalin leaned his hands on the table and lowered his voice, making everyone else creep in. “Every last one of us on that last wee little tree and BOOM! It falls and holds to the ground by one root! And we’re all hangin’ over the damn cliff waitin’ for the wargs to come and snatch us off one by one!”

You sucked in a breath and turned to Fili. “I’m tired, amrâlimê.” You whispered under the story telling. “I’m going to bed, but you stay here and have your fun.” You smiled, took his chin in your fingers and kissed his lips before sneaking out of your seat.

“Don’t leave now!” Thorin yelled to you, but you waved him off.

“You’re gonna miss the best part! Your husband there, he threw the first pine cone!” Dwalin bellowed.

“Oh, I know all about Fili’s heroics,” you said, barely turning to them to hide the tears stuck in your eyes. You thanked Mahal your voice sounded strong and unaffected by your emotion. “Good night, all.”

They called their answer to you and you hurried out of the hall before you heard any more of the story. The moment you reached the corridor, you felt your tears finally fall down your face and you wiped them away with a huffed groan. How ridiculous were you being? They’re all fine! You knew how the story ended. But knowing they were in that much danger-

Your eyes flew open when you felt warm hands on your cheeks. Fili stood before you and kissed your forehead. You sighed. “You weren’t supposed to follow me.”

“How could I not when I know you’re upset, kurduwê?” he said.

You ran your hands over his sides and rested them on either side of his waist. “I’m being absurd! But I just-I cannot listen to those stories, Fili.”

“It’s all right,” he whispered, swiping his thumbs over your cheekbones. “I know that. And Dwalin knows it as well when he hasn’t been guzzling ale for hours on end.”

“He’s proud of what you accomplished. As he should be! And as I am. But knowing that you were in so much danger… And Kili as well- all of them, I’ll never be able to joke about such things. And I have enough to fuel my nightmares without picturing it all over again.” You sniffed, feeling more tears tug at your chest and Fili pulled you close to him and wrapped his arms tight around you. Your voice caught in your throat. “It hurts, amrâlimê. I don’t know any other way to explain the feeling.” You tried to hold in a sob but it found its way out anyway.

His fingers ran through your hair and he placed countless soft kisses on your temple as he held you close. When your breathing slowed, he said, “I don’t like hearing the stories either.”

“No?”

“Nothing seems heroic or glorious when you think you’re about to die. It’s terrifying. I don’t like reliving those moments or hearing the tales grow tall and untrue.”

“Are you telling me that Dwalin didn’t actually throw Gloin a hundred feet in the air?” you asked.

Fili laughed and you reveled in the sound and the feeling of it rolling through his chest under your hands. He leaned to your lips and kissed you, and then led you through the corridors with a hand around your waist. “Let’s go to bed, kurduwê. Where we’re both safe, hm?”

You rested your head on his shoulder. “Yes, please. I can’t wait to slide into bed and fall asleep until midday tomorrow,” you chuckled.

You felt Fili nose your neck. “And what if I have other plans for you?” he growled in your ear.

“What kind of plans?” you asked, spinning out of his arms and sloping against the door to your chambers when you reached it. His eyes had grown dark as he stared at you and bent to kiss your neck.

“You know exactly what kind of plans,” he said.

You giggled and ran inside, squealing when he swatted at your bottom under your skirts. “Hey!”

“What? I threw the first pine cone! Don’t I deserve a handful every now and then?”

“Get in here, hero,” you said, watching him close the door behind him.

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captain039 · 5 years

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War heros

Bangalore x fem!Reader

Please bare with I've never done f x f xD

Warnings: War things, light swearing

Gonna make a war up and countries up cause idk what goes on in that department don't wanna know. But you live in New York xD

Set in a war before apex legends thingy

You stared at the road going by quickly, the rattle of the truck making you more nervous as you approach. This war has been raging for months, they keep sending troops over and they never come back, seems like the rookies were next, you were next. You stared at the broken and smoking buildings in the distance. You were meant for this, not this side of things, you only defused bombs in little hostile situations, not ones in big ass wars raging through big ass countries. You watched the others around you, heads low, looking at family photos or their weapons. You stared at the weapon in your lap, you've only fired these a few times and that was horrible.

"Base ahead!" The driver yelled making you bite your lip harder. The truck slowly stopped and one by one you all stepped out and were led to the rows of tents. You looked around your eyes burned by the wounds on the soldiers, their looks of fear, sorrow and pity. You were led to a larger tent, a small symbol above it. You stood in the line a woman's voice shouting at everyone before she came into view.

"What the hells going on?!" She snapped the woman next to her looking terrified as she babbled on. The tall, broad woman stood straight and confident as she scanned the line of you. You gulped her eyes intense and her body posture intimidating.

"Rookies?" She questioned her voice going quieter. The man by the desk nodded with a gruff huff, the woman sighed and walked forward.

"Right soldiers, this war isn't getting any easier, we've got men in the south holed up and surrounded, men in the west who are just about dead and us in the east right here" her finger landed on the map.

"Were the last good base standing in this goddamn thing and if we don't hit the front soon, we'll might as well dig ourselves a grave" she sneered.

"We move forward tomorrow at 0600, be ready, Francis here will go over everything else" she pointed to a man and walked off her shoulders tense. As the man went through everything your mind clouded with regret and fear, this wasn't a place for you. Wasn't a place for anyone.

You were shown around the camp and soon led to your quarters, you sighed sitting on the uncomfortable excuse for a bed. You looked around seeing the grim looks on everyone, Hell might as well be now.

You didn't sleep, couldn't, the shuffling, groaning, coughing and wailing. As soon as that bell rang you were all moved out, shown the map and told exactly where to go. Three groups were spread out over the front line, Alpha, Beta and Delta, two taking a side and one in the middle. You were in the middle, clamped together with this scary woman leading you. As the first shot rang your heart stopped, your body didn't move as the bullets rang. You were frozen ignoring the shooting and the gunfire before someone lunged and hauled you down to cover.

"Soldier!" She snapped her voice pissed as she tapped your face. Your eyes focused and you grabbed your gun and aimed some sort of autopilot going on. You laid down cover fire as the men moved not really hitting anything before you came back to reality. You took a deep breath and hid again your mind fuzzy and your breathing difficult.

"Hey! On target soldier, now!" The woman snapped making you snap back without thinking.

"You can do this I can't!" You growled.

"I'm a damn bomb defuser for the city's not this goddamn place!" She eyed you for a second something unknown in her eyes as you lashed out. You froze realising you had just yelled at the commander.

"I-" a shot went by your head and she pulled you flat to the ground with her.

"Got 4 men to my 11" she shouted over the comms as more men came over.

"Clear!" Someone yelled.

"Alright, hustle and move forward!" You all moved upwards thinking you were clear. You ducked as soon as gunfire started again. Gripping your gun you aimed and fired your mind blank and unthinking. The woman stayed by your side keeping you both low and covered as you fought. By midnight it was quiet, no more shooting and dead body's covering the enemies ground.

"First shift" the woman called as the soldiers sighed and sat down. You frowned and stood up to go for the first shift. You couldn't think, couldn't speak.

"Bangalore, got a call" a man said to the woman. You took note of her name and watched the area. You looked up to the sky as the stars shimmered, something beautiful in this hell.

As days went on you grew weaker and stronger at the same time, killing became... Easier, the gunfire the shouting became nothing but a buzz and everything around you became nothing but a familiar place. You had been out of line many times, shouted at the hero Bangalore more than once for being angry at you all the time. You didn't know why, but your mouth just said whatever your mind thought and that got you into trouble, more than once.

Watching the perimeter you frowned seeing silent movement in the buildings. You checked around seeing the soldiers counted for, you slowly crept forward checking the through the broken window before sneaking in. You climbed the stairs gun ready as you moved softly. You felt someone grab you and your gun being cut off, you yelled into the hand covering your mouth when you heard smoke canisters. The body holding you dropped as did you, and soon gunfire and cries came out before nothing but silence came. You were grabbed and dragged down some stairs and out into the open. Everyone looked at you and you cursed knowing the grip on your arm. You shrugged her off ignoring everyone and going back in to grab your gun. You sat on the roof still watching till you heard footsteps.

"Soldier" you sighed inwardly hearing her voice.

"You, yet again, disobeyed an order" you rubbed a hand down your face.

"I saw movement, at least they're dead now" you muttered head in your hands.

"You can't be so damn risky!" She snapped. You looked to her, her brown eyes stern and staring you down. You backed down first not bothering to fight her.

"You're a bomb defuser you don't know how to win a gunfight" she said walking a little closer.

"Wasnt my choice to come here" you sneered.

"You keep that tone up and you'll be back home or dead" you frowned, why was she treating you like a damn child? It's been months now and she still insists on pesting you.

"I don't need you scolding me like a child, Im a grown woman forced into this situation, you may be able to handle it, but I can't, I don't do gunfights I work in simple situations with only the pressure of defusing the bomb nothing else, no shooters, nothing" you sighed running a hand over your dusty hair.

"I just-" you sighed standing up and stretching.

"I'm going to get shut-eye" you muttered and walked away unknown of her eyes watching you intently.

Morning rose quickly and everyone began to move again, the western base was going strong once again and it seemed like the hope of winning was there.

You were ambushed halfway, two groups either side cornering you into buildings. You had counted everyone a forced habit, you didn't see Bangalore though, you snapped your eyes outside seeing her with a bullet in her leg and limping to safety. You sneered and yelled for cover fire as you ran out and helped her into the opposite building. A grenade was thrown into either building, many cries we're heard from the other building as you and Banglore took cover.

Ringing in your ears finally died down as the dust settled, you spoke quietly over comms, but nothing came back.

"We gotta go" you quickly grabbed her and ran out the back. She groaned as her wound oozed with blood with each step. You huffed going to the nearest building and setting her down. You checked for enemies quietly for minutes till you were safe, for now.

You cursed and checked her leg, you saw the bullet shining in there under the blood and glanced to her.

"Take the damn thing out" she sneered. You nodded and gulped going through your small medkit. You grabbed some large tweezers and prepared her. She bit her tongue and groaned as quietly as she could as you pulled the bullet out. You quickly dropped it and grabbed the bandages. You wrapped her leg up tightly so she didn't lose any more blood. You sighed once you finished and sad against the rubble. She had her eyes closed, trying to not focus on the pain. You heard yelling outside and held your gun close as footsteps went outside. You let out a breath and went for your comms again. You tried over and over and you thought the worse, as did she.

Night fell and you kept watch while she slept. She must have passed out while you were trying to reach anyone. You looked to her, strong features, a soldier's face and body. She looked calm though, her sleeping form less tense and on edge, like everyone was. She could actually sleep in this situation, lucky her.

"Stats?" She said making ou blink quickly and stutter.

"Nothing" you muttered.

"Get some rest, I'll keep watch" she said and grabbed her gun, you shook your head, you didn't sleep.

"Very well" she muttered and sighed.

"Where did you live?" She asked suddenly her eyes with a little curiosity in them.

"New York" you chuckled.

"Heh" you cracked a smile and your heart skipped a beat.

"How about you?" You asked.

"Out in the country, on a farm" she smiled like she was remembering memories.

"My pa and I ran it together, we'll mainly him I just played with the dog" she chuckled as did you.

"What about your mum?" You asked, her face saddened and you nodded.

"Sorry" you whispered.

"Died when I was 10, car crash" you nodded clenching your teeth.

"My parents died in a car crash too" you signed.

"18, barely finished high school" you said grimly.

"Sorry" she whispered making you nod.

"My names Anita, Anita Williams" she said after some silence.

"Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n" you smiled.

The days got rougher, you needed to get back to base, her leg was getting infected and food had run out. Water was scarce and any connection was hopeless. You carried her every day and most nights, he limped holding onto you while you pushed every damn minute to keep her alive. Some form of feeling forcing you to get this woman back safe and alive. By the seventh night, you collapsed on the ground, her falling with you. You were exhausted and out of energy, she groaned lifting herself up and you with her as she took you both into cover. You snapped yourself awake and went to go when she grabbed you.

"Sleep, we both won't make it otherwise" she said her voice serious and her eyes full of concern. You collapsed by her again, sighing as you learn back. Your eyes closed and soon you fell into a deep and much-needed sleep.

You some up comfortable, surprisingly. You frowned and opened your eyes, a steady heartbeat in your ear and a shallow rise and fall of breath. You saw long legs and a bandage and quickly froze. You sat up Anita glancing to you quickly.

"You good?" She asked. You stared at her your cheeks suddenly burning from the contact. She frowned at the look as you quickly got up and scouted around, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded. You looked at the map, you needed to go west still, a far journey. As the days got hotter you started resting more, giving up hope more. You let Anita rest every hour and scouted the buildings for anything useful. You tried contacting base every night and tried finding routes for your best approach. You and Anita grew closer, a soft and quiet bond forming. When you fell asleep you always woke up either on her chest or on her lap, one time fingers ran through your hair while she thought you slept. Your heart beats faster every time you looked at her or she looked at you.

By the thirteenth night you were giving up, her health deteriorated quickly along with yours, hope seemed gone and you only had each other.

In a building, you checked every channel begging for a signal, something. You glanced back to Anita her eyes had darkened and her body was failing her. You yelled in frustration as you got nothing but static, you felt years roll down your eyes as you burst finally. Someone touched you and you flinched, you quickly looked up and Anita pulled you to her. You cried feeling lost and hopeless. She would die as would you in this damn land without a goodbye to families or anyone knowing. You felt like connect with your head and you looked up, an uncertain look in her eyes before her chapped lips met yours. The kiss was needing and heartfelt, so many emotions, apologies, everything. You both pulled apart foreheads leant against each other when you heard shouting.

"Signal came from here!" You frowned hearing a familiar voice.

"Francis" she muttered. You got up quickly looking over the roof. Francis and his group were on the ground.

"Hey!" They all looked to you guns pointed.

"Y/n!?" You nodded and waved as they began to run. You walked back to Anita holding her against you, a smile on your face.

"Were gonna be ok" you whispered as her eyes closed.

"We'll be ok" you added.

You stayed by her bed as she laid perfectly still, you watched the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, you were both alive, back at the base and alive. Apparently, you had been in the main base vital for information and a promised win even. However, your mind was elsewhere, Anita, laying still and relaxed. You both went through a lot those days, but it brought you closer, so much closer.

You rested by her bed your eyes closed when you heard a low groan. You snapped up seeing her eyes flutter and her body move. She frowned and looked around before looking to you. You beamed your hand holding hers as she gave it a tight squeeze.

"We made it" her voice was hoarse, but she smiled. She pulled you closer with a light tug and you smiled. You kissed her again, now healthy and very much living and a hope for living.

"I said we would" you murmured leaning your forehead against hers.

"I said we would" you whispered.

#bangalore x reader #bangalore #apex legends #apex x reader #war #anita williams #fxf

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hallelujah ❀ im jaebeom

genre: fluff of all fluffs

word count: 6497

pairing: idol!reader x bff!im jaebeom

description: you come back home after you left it five years ago to follow your dreams. Are things still the same?

(inspired on the song HALLELUJAH by OH WONDER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y00Pkm-PnXs)

It’s been a long time ever since you went back. Mainly because hen you left, things weren’t good. And now that you are half-way back, you wonder how much worse could they have gotten?

If you leave now, you’ll regret this day for the rest of your life.

You’re not ready; you won’t make it out there.

Do you know how many people have the same dream as you? Do you know how many are more talented and better than you? Just forget it.

Those were the kind of things you heard on your way to the bus station, 5 years ago, when you left your small town in search of a small window of opportunity, harvesting big dreams in the big city. And for those 5 years, you worked hard; audition after audition, part-time job after part-time job, you somehow made it to the top. You were the triple threat: vocal, dance, and rap, all in one bundle of joy. Among your members, you were known to keep the positive energy going, always smiling and helping however you could. Being the maknae wasn’t easy, but you always tried your best to make your leader’s job easier and bearable. You were good like that, they would say, when in reality, you didn’t think you were all that good. Deep down, somewhere behind the sleepless night of training, and the invite hours of rehearsals, you still feared that your parents were right. You weren’t ready– you’d never been ready.

Things don’t get better when the bus finally stops, parking carefully before announcing the last stop. You feel the weight of anxiety on your shoulders and on your chest, constricting you, making you smaller, and you can’t help but take a few minutes to yourself before exiting the bus; and there they were. You didn’t think they’d come, seeing that you haven’t properly talked in so long, but you should’ve expected it. They’d never forget, not your best friend.

“Yah,” You shout, holding the straps of your backpack tightly. You didn’t bring much, because even though your ticket back was scheduled for next month, you were sure you’d end up leaving before that. “Im Jaebeom, in the flesh. What do I owe the honor?!”

You couldn’t really see him in the dark; his hair was covered by a black hoodie and his glasses shone with the barely functioning post lamp– even then you knew he looked as beautiful and ethereal as he did before. You two met when you were barely 12, suffering through middle school and everything in between; your friends, yourself, your family. At the age of 12, everything seems wrong, and distorted, and unfair, and lonely; but not with Jaebeom. The boy made himself present one rainy afternoon, when you walked all the way back from school alone, mainly because the mean upperclassmen had stolen your bike and pushed you down to the ground. With bleeding knees, you make your way past Jaebeom’s house, just five blocks away from yours, crying silently, shoulders shaking gently. You didn’t want to make a scene, but you were sad and hurt, and you hoped that the rain masked your tears in case anyone saw you; and it kind of did, so no one that passed you really worried, they just assumed you were cold and on your way home. Some waved. Others just looked. Im Jaebeom screamed.

“Yah!”

Your head shot up as if you had just been caught doing something bad. Your shoulders freeze, partially because you were indeed cold, and partially because, at this point, you were just scared. You had been walking on your own for some time now and you were terrified that the upperclassmen followed you.

“Why are you crying?”

And it’s not the fact that he noticed that caught your attention, it’s the fact that this boy was on a tree– as in fully climbed to the top of the tree– in the middle of the rain. Your eyes go wide and you start crying even harder, screaming for him to come down because he could die! His eyes roll– a nasty habit he has since he was a kid,– and he slowly climbs down, walking to you with small and careful strides, doing his best not to scare you. His efforts fail, though, because right then a thunder claps in the sky and your knees give out. The story ends with both of you inside his house; his mother giving you cookies while Jaebeom made you some warm milk with honey. Your dad picked you up, immensely thankful for kind Ms. Im, and telling your savior that he is a very brave young man, for someone that was just 14. Now, though, in his prime 25, you can guarantee that Jaebeom grew to be the man you always saw him as– and that he still rolls his eyes.

“Come on,” He laughs, casually walking to you and opening his arms wide. “I deserve a better reception for coming to pick you up, don’t you think?”

You squeal and jump into his arms. The thing about you two was that you were always close. You met when you were 12, and by 13 you were already married. Fake married, but married still. Your parents always said that you two would end up together in the future, a failed attempt at teasing you two, since Jaebeom took it seriously and gifted you the metal ring he got from his favorite keychain. Your mom gave you a silver chain to keep that ring, and not that it mattered or that he could see anything, but you were wearing that chain as his arms raised you up and spun you around.

You never took the chain out, if you were being honest. And you were– being honest, that it. You were always honest when it came to Im Jaebeom, so when it came down to accepting your feelings for him, you did with a smile on your face. Even though you had to leave, and even though he chose to stay; you never fought it. It was just what happened.

“I missed you,” Jaebeom whispers, putting you down. “You have no idea how crazy things are right now.”

“Well, why don’t we hit the late diner and you can tell me all abut it?” You smile, wiggling your brows, but you knew that he wouldn’t be easily fooled.

“Y/N,” He sighs with a fond smile. “You’ll be fine.”

“Sure I will,” You shrug, nervously looking down. Your hand grabs his and intertwine your fingers. “If you’re there, I’m sure I will.”

Jaebeom snorts, tightening his grip on your hand. “As if I’d leave…”

You laugh– head back, hand on stomach, gasping for air kind of laugh,– and not because it was funny, but simple because it was right.

You manage avoid talking to your parents, and you somehow convince JB that it’s okay, I can just talk to them tomorrow. You two make your way to your old room, and it surprises you that it still looks like it did when you left. Tiredly marching to the bathroom with your pjs in hand, you change, and go back to your room only to find Jaebeom wearing sweatpants that are a bit too small for him and a t-shirt that is bit too large.

“Hot,” You say, holding your laughter in when he sends you a death glare. “Let’s brush our teeth and go to bed, I’m exhausted.”

Even brushing your teeth with him makes you smile– and not because you are in love with him,– but because you really missed your best friend.

“Hey,” He whispers once you two are already laying down; him in between you and the door, and you tucked under his chin. “What would your manager say if he knew we slept like this?”

You just frown. You really didn’t want to think about it, because it wouldn’t be good.

“He’d probably kill me, if I’m being honest,” You mumble, nuzzling into his neck.

Jaebeom just laughs. “Yeah,” He giggles like he did year ago, when you to were kidding from the grown ups. “My girlfriend would kill me too.”

You freeze, and then it’s gone. You are used to this; this feeling go immense panic for a second, and then defeat. You felt it for the first time when Jaebeom first introduced you to some of his friends from high school, and told you that they were the cool kids. You felt it because you felt him adding away. It was a hard time for you, when JB was in high school and you were still in middle school, and even though you two didn’t hang out as much, it all went back to normal once you got to high school, too. By then, you had gotten used to seeing him with different girls– girlfriends, lovers, friends; and so you trained yourself to just swallow the panic, and be happy for him.

“If she knew,” You mumble, before falling asleep. “She really would.”

Your mother is the one that woke you up. Just you.

“Honey,” She says with a smile, and you can’t help but smile with her. Her sweet voice always warmed you up. “Wake up, I made breakfast.”

“You did?” You gasp, and even though you were trying your damn hardest, she could see right past you.

“Yeah,” She smiled, pulling your covers. “Too bad Jaebeom couldn’t stay, I made his favorite.”

“Oh,” You say feigning ignorance. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“He told me to tell you he’ll be back in the afternoon, though,” She says softly, by the door. “His girlfriend called, and as soon as he has that sorted, he’ll be back.”

You just shrug at that.

“He’ll always be back, Y/N,” You mother winks. “Don’t worry.”

True to her words, he comes back. Face in a scowl and frowning constantly, but back nonetheless. You can imagine what happened, but don’t really feel the need to ask. Jaebeom marches through the door when you finishing your breakfast, laughing with your dad, and he just walks up to your room.

“He still does that,” You dad says with a fond smile on his face. “Even when you’re gone. It got to the point we gave him a key to the house.”

“Seriously?!” You gasp.

“He woke us up late at night a couple of times,” Your dad laughs. “It was just easier for him to have the key.”

You look at your dad weird and follow your friend, finding him laying down on your bed, face smothered by your pillows.

“I’m taking that your girl wasn’t really happy with you staying over,” You mumble, sitting next to him. You don’t dare to touch him, though, choosing to hug your own legs instead.

“Girlfriend,” He corrects you and you don’t really know the difference, but sure. “And yeah, she got pretty pissed.”

“What’s the verdict then?” You ask with a sigh, laying down, now. Still not touching.

Until his hand finds yours. It always does.

“Either I break up with you,” He states, slowly, as if trying to fully understand. “Or she breaks up with me.”

Oh.

“I see,” You say, smiling a sad smile. You pull your hand away from his. “You should go apologize to her.”

“What?!”

His screech echoes in the house and you can’t help but flinch away from him.

“What the actual fuck, Y/N?” He shouts again and you get up, rolling your eyes at him just like he does to you.

“If you apologize,” You say flicking him in the forehead. “Maybe she won’t make you choose, you dumbass.”

“Oh,” Jaebeom sounds so relieved upon hearing your explanation that you can’t help but feel a little selfish pride blooming within you. You were still his #1. “You’re right; I should call her now, maybe we can all go for lunch, or something.”

“That’s a great idea,” No, it wasn’t. “I’d love to meet her.”

“Okay,” He shuffles to the hallway. “Be right back.”

In the end, she does forgive him and you smile, happy that he is with someone understanding. She is your best friend, after all, she says, and you can’t help but detect something off about the way she says it. Nothing trumps that.

You three meet at a local restaurant; a place where you and Jaebeom have been going since middle school, and you feel like crying when you see Ms. Choi again.

“Ms. Choi!” You exclaim and run to her, hugging her close. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Ah, young Y/N,” Ms. Choi pats your back with the kind of love that only a mother can give. You still remember her there, holding your mom’s hand fiver years ago, at the bus station. She sent you off with some warm soup and her famous gimbap. “I missed you too, my angel. But I have that now!”

You look at where she is pointing and you see a small television.

“Whenever you have promotions or award shows,” She whispers with a shy smile. “We all get together to watch you.”

And you shouldn’t be surprised, not about this. While the whole town told you you were making a mistake, that you shouldn’t go, that you weren’t talented enough, a handful of people stood by you, and Ms. Choi was one of them. The Im’s and your family were the rest. You realize you’re crying once her small hands wipe your tears away.

“What is wrong, child?” She asks, still holding you. “It doesn’t feel right.”

“No,” You whisper, trying to control your tears. “It really doesn’t, Ms. Choi.”

“You know,” She mumbles, and you couldn’t be more thankful for her at that moment, for the quietness off it all was comforting in a while that made you feel safe. “The boy is the one that started our tradition. Said you needed the support of a family.”

“I really do,” And that’s when you notice your mistake. Not did; do.

“It’ll be alright, Y/N,” She says, and wipes your face once more. “Now go to the boy and his friend, they are waiting for you.”

“Thank you, Ms. Choi,” You say, and give her a kiss in the forehead. She was old now, shorter than you, and your heart feels a little heavier upon realization.

You join Jaebeom and Chae, his girlfriend, a few minutes later, when you calmed down enough to pretend nothing happened. Although he notices your puffy eyes instantly, JB is smarter than to just bring it up. He’d wait until you two were alone.

All in all, Chae is a sweetheart. She treats your friend incredibly well and is really understanding of you guys’ friendship, although you could see the sadness behind her eyes– a sadness you’ve felt before, once you signed your contract with the label. It’s the kind of sadness that dawns on you once you realize that the thing you love the most suddenly has an expiration date. Is she planing on breaking up with him?

“Let’s go, girls,” Jaebeom says, interrupting Chae as she was telling you a funny story. “It’s getting late.”

You smile at the fondly, watching Jaebeom tuck Chae under his arms and kiss her head.

“You guys go ahead,” You say, waving your hand nonchalantly. “I’ll stay a little longer and maybe help Ms. Choi close up.”

“No way,” Chae protests looking up at Jaebeom with a frown, much similar to his. “It’s late, Y/N; it’s dangerous to walk home by yourself.”

“I’ll be fine,” You laugh, genuinely smiling at her. You liked her. “I’ve dealt with worse.”

“When?”

You two look at a serious Jaebeom.

“Yah,” You sigh jokingly. “I’m the triple threat. Do you even know how crazy fans can get?”

It takes only a wink for Chae to burst out laughing with you. But not Jaebeom; no, he knew you weren’t kidding.

“Call me,” He says, knowing that you won’t change your mind. “Chae’s house is just a 15 minute walk from here, so call me and I’ll take you home.”

“Ay ay, captain!”

With that, they were finally gone. And you could cry in peace.

It doesn’t take long for Ms. Choi to notice your sobbing figure and close the place early. She sits down next to you and takes your head to her shoulder, her small arms around you.

“Talk.”

You do. You tell her about the sleepless nights of rehearsals by yourself; your unnies already asleep. You tell her about the pressure from management and the fans and everyone else that once told you you couldn’t do it– and you think you can’t; you think you can’t do it, because your body is about to give out, and your head is about to burst, and your throat hurts so damn much. You just want to be in peace, with your family, for a while.

“That’s what you’re here for,” Ms. Choi laughs. “To rest. So rest.”

“I can’t,” You admit, slightly embarrassed. “I don’t know how to not overthink. I don’t know how to not do what I’ve been conditioned to, Ms. Choi. I’m scared I’m not enough-“

“But you are,” She says, looking at you with sad eyes. “You are more than enough, angel.”

“I don’t know…”

“If you only knew how proud we all are,” Ms. Choi smiles. “Your parents talk about you all the time. I throw a party every time your group wins a new prize, did you know that?”

“No-“

“And Jaebeom,” She chuckles. “Jaebeom is the proudest. Tells everyone that’s my girl! Chae is an incredible girlfriend to him, don’t think we don’t know… but she’s not his girl, Y/N.”

That only makes you cry harder, and you are not sure how long it’s been, but you two are suddenly interrupted.

“Eomma!” You hear someone call from the door. “Mom, where are you?”

“Back here!”

You could recognize his voice anywhere.

Choi Youngjae. He had been not only one of Jaebeom’s best friends in high school, but also your first boyfriend.

“Well, well, well,” You laugh, completely ignoring the tears in your cheeks, happy to see your old friend. “Hello there, darling.”

His eyes go wide when he sees your state; messy hair, puffy eyes, and s wide smile.

“You look as crazy as I remembered you to be,” He says and runs to hug you.

Contrary to people’s belief, you two broke up on very good terms, agreeing that everything felt more like a very strong friendship than a romantic relationship.

“Good to see you, baby,” He says, still laughing. You two still called each other those stupid pet names, more because of how funny it sounded.

“You too,” You sit down and he sits across from you. “Ms. Choi, do you want us to take you home?”

“No, you two kids enjoy your time,” She gives Youngjae a kiss on the forehead and the keys. “Just don’t forget to lock up, yeah?”

“You got it, old lady,” She slaps him and leaves; but not before putting two bottles of soju in front of your two.

“Shall we call some people?” He asks with a mischievous smile.

“It’s almost midnight, Youngjae,” You snicker. “Who on earth would come now?”

Turned out that Jackson and Jinyoung would; and that with them they would bring new friends, ones that came after you– Yugyeom and BamBam. They were both younger than you, and suddenly you were a noona. It was your first time being called noona and your cheeks blush with giddiness.

“…and then my mom told me to break up with her,” Youngjae say, stumbling a bit over his words thanks to the three soju bottles he had, and the fourth one he held. “Because we weren’t meant to be. She was Jae-“

You cover his mouth before anything stupid comes out of it, and laugh with everyone else.

“Ah, we missed you, kid,” Jackson said with a smile that wasn’t funny anymore. It was nostalgic, borderline anguished. “It’s been different since you left.”

“It’s been different for me, too,” You say, torn in between trying to understand him, and trying to defend yourself.

“Good different?” Jinyoung asks, eyes boring into your head. They had been your closest friends all throughout your high school life, and you knew you could count on them. But telling them before telling Jaebeom seemed wrong, and it felt weird; but you couldn’t stop your drunk brain.

“Sometimes,” You shrug and lower your head, afraid of the looks they were giving you. “Sometimes is good, you know? I did it. I managed to follow my dreams and all that shit. I get to sing as much as I want, and dance as much as I want, and I even started producing for some groups in the label… but other times, well, other times are really bad.”

“Y/N,” Jinyoung reaches for your hand just as Youngjae wraps his arms around you.

“I’m just tired all the time,” You say with a humorless laugh, and you finish your bottle in one go, ignoring the whining from the younger boys. “And I feel really lonely, and I miss home… yeah, that is the one that hurts the most. I miss home.”

“You’re home now, though,” BamBam offers, smiling a bit. “Do you think that one month will be enough?”

You let out a loud ‘ha!’ and finishes Youngjae’s bottle too.

“I’m not at home, though,” You shake your head, allowing your shoulders to fall in defeat. “I’m home, but I’m not at home.”

And while the youngest ones looked at you confused, probably dismissing everything you were saying because of your drunken state, the others knew exactly what you meant.

“I think that’s enough for you,” Jinyoung says with a chuckle, breaking the sad mood. “And for us, too. It’s almost 3 in the morning and even though you are on a break, some of us aren’t.”

You whine, sounding freakishly alike Yugyeom, and you two laugh at that, whining together. And this is good, you think, looking at the boys. This is as good as it’ll get, and I’m more than happy with it.

For the next few days, you spent most of your time at Ms. Choi’s restaurant. The boys would always meet you there; either all of them at once, or just a few of them. Time would be spent either writing song after song after song, or by actually working at the restaurant. Youngjae, now a reporter, would always make sure to treat you to something delicious by the end of the day as a way to repay your kindness towards his family. He explained that his mother’s health hasn’t been very good for a while and both of you cried together.

Coming home is not as easy as I thought, you say to yourself, while you cleaned a table. You think of all the emotions you were feeling since you got there, a week ago, and you only snap out of it when someone coughs next to you.

“Haven’t seen you in a while.”

Im Jaebeom.

“Actually, haven’t heard from you in a while, either.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” You say with a smile, while turning to him. “I’ve just been busying myself while helping Ms. Choi with the restaurant.”

“You’ve always loved this place,” He laughs, and your neck hurts when you turn your head to look at him too suddenly.

Just as you managed to get a good look at his face, you knew something was wrong. He has dark bags under his eyes, and his cheeks seem hollow, almost as if all the happiness of a smile had been sucked out of it.

“Give me a sec,” You say and run back to the kitchen, where you silently warm up some milk and drizzle some honey on it. His favorite, always.

When you come back, you notice him reading something. And your heart stops.

“No!” You shout. “No no nonono-“

He is much faster than you are, though, and he grabs the notebook and raises above his head, and out of your reach.

“Im Jaebeom,” You sneer. “Give it back!”

No matter how loud you shouted or how firm you sounded, his eyes just wouldn’t stray away from the pages.

“Some days I don't think my daddy thinks I'm good enough to be a superstar,” Jaebeom reads out loud and it physically hurts you to hear the pain in his voice. You know exactly what will happen, and you hate yourself for allowing it. “But one day I will show him I'm a diamond in the rough, I'll be a superstar.”

His eyes keep going, skimming over the lines.

Yeah, there's a crown

Covered in glitter and gold

I'm gonna wear it, whether you like it or not

“What the fu-“ He lowers his guard enough for your to jump and snatch your notebook back. Before he can cast his judgmental eyes– because that is what he is doing, judging you,– you take off your apron, quickly saying goodbye to Ms. Choi and walking out of there. “Y/N, stop!”

You ignore him.

“I said,” He shouts, and the way his voice gets you to stop walking is something you’ll always hate about him. “Stop.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are,” Your voice comes out shaky, but you don’t care. You just don’t care anymore. “To just… do that?”

“Me?” He sneers. “I’m you best fucking friend, that’s who I am, in case you have forgotten.”

“Oh, come on, Jaebeom!” You scream, turning to look at him. His eyes were squinted and you knew he meant business. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You disappear for a whole week, and you think I’m not going to notice? You think I’m not going to see?” He laughs, hand covering his mouth in disbelief. “Yugyeom says hi, by the way.”

“Leave Yugyeom out of this,” You mumble, hands clutching your notebook. “I was busy, and honestly, so were you.”

“Oh, please enlighten me,” He whispers, stepping closer to you in a way that made you want to turn around and run. “How was I busy?”

“With-“ You bite your tongue before you say it.

“With what?” He basically bites at you. “Chae? Is that what you were going to say?”

“Maybe,” You mumble, looking down in shame. “Maybe it was.”

“Well, that’s bullshit,” He spits and takes a step back, and you know it is because he noticed your trembling frame. “You know I’d drop anything to hang out with you, so that-“

“That’s just it,” You scream, suddenly feeling as crazy as you looked; tired, fed up, angry. “You shouldn’t drop your girlfriend, Jaebeom, for me. It’s not how it works!”

“But it is!” You want to run to him, and wipe the frown off of his face as you always did. You want to pet his hair until he fell asleep, and you wanted to kiss his worries away. But you can’t. “It’s how we always worked!”

“Just,” You turn around and keep walking. “Just drop it. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“No, I’m not dropping it,” He says, grabbing your wrist. You wonder what did you two looked like, and lovers is the only thing that comes to mind. “You don’t wanna talk about this, then fine! We’ll talk about something else; like, how about we talk about that song?”

“I don’t want to,” You murmur, pulling on your wrist only to have him tighten his grip. “Let me go, Jaebeom.”

“Do you know how much your parents sacrificed so that you could get where you are?” He mumbles, and every word he says is like venom to your skin. You gasp, trying to free yourself. “How much I sacrificed? Do you even care, Y/N?! Or is your perfect idol life all you can think about, huh, Triple Threat?”

And this was it. This was your turning point; no return, you think as you kneed him in the balls. You and Jaebeom have never gotten physical with each other, never.

“I swear to god, Im Jaebeom,” You say, shaking everywhere. “If I see you tomorrow, I’ll pretend you don’t exist. If you try to talk to me, or if your try to touch me, I’ll fucking kill you.”

It surprised you that you haven’t cried yet.

Last time you and Jaebeom fought,– about four years ago, when you were still a trainee– you cried so much that even your manager thought it would be better to not have you participate on the schedule for the entire week. And all Jaebeom did was say that he was a little upset with you. A little upset. Now here you were, after kneeing your best friend in the balls and leaving him in the middle of the sidewalk, pretending nothing happened.

You sent some of the songs you wrote to your leader, and she said they were good and that she would pass them on to your manager, so that he could talk to the higher ups. But you didn’t send her the one that nattered; the one that Jaebeom read.

You only had those lines he read, and you get why he got mad. But you weren’t lying; there were days that you thought you weren’t good enough, so how could your parents? But you did it, you kept trying and training, because of them. Because of all of them– your parents, Jaebeom, Ms. Choi, the boys,– all of them, that once believed in you.

A memory comes back; one of you during trainee days, getting scolded by your label. Your moves weren’t sharp enough, your vocals weren’t high enough, and honestly, were you even enough? You remember crying for hours in your room until one of the unnies found you. Hyejin, is her name, and even though she wasn’t the leader, she was the oldest one in the group– she took care of all of you.

Get it together, she said, passing you a protein bar and a bottle of water. And prove them wrong. There is something bigger and better waiting for us, Y/N, and we’re gonna get it, wether they like it or not.

You still remembered your first award, the weight of the award on your fingers, and the words Hyejin shouted to the world: this is ours, wether you like it or not. Hallelujah, my friends, we made it.

Your hands move without intent, and minutes later, you have a completed song in front of you. Smiling, you look at the notebook, admiring your work. And then you are brought back to reality when a familiar voice calls your name.

“Y/N,” It’s a careful tone, the one he uses now, and you like it more than the one he used last night. “What did I tell you yesterday?” You say, packing your things, while purposefully leaving your notebook on the table.

“You can’t even kill a fly,” Jaebeom says and rolls his eyes. Yugyeom is behind him and he waves excitedly at you.

“Hi Yugy!” You say, laughing gleefully. “Bye Yugy!”

You make a point of ignoring him, even when he comes running after you with your notebook in hand.

As you walk peacefully to your house, excited to show your parents the song you were hoping to have included on your new album once you got back to work, another voice calls you. Same careful tone, different pitch.

“Oh, hey Chae!” You say, smiling.

“Hey,” She says and you can feel the awkwardness in the air. “Can we talk?”

“Of course,” You say frowning. “Did Jae-“

“Yeah,” She smiles sheepishly. “But that’s not what I want to talk to you about.”

She guides you to a nearby park, and you two sit on a bench, overlooking the kids in the playground. You recognize some people from high school and shyly wave at them, looking away instantly so they don’t mistake your niceties with an invitation to come over and talk.

“I wanted to tell you that Jaebeom came home sobbing yesterday.”

You flinch at the words, and you hide your face with your hands, embarrassed.

“And that if I were you, I would’ve done the same.”

“What?” Your voice is muffled by your hands, but you can see Chae giggling through the gap in between in your fingers.

“He told me everything,” She sighed. “And I mean, everything. From childhood, to teenage, to now. And he told me what he did. And what you did. I can’t blame you, even though I wish I could; it’s on him, really.”

“What are you talking about?” You ask softly, sensing the tension in the air.

“Jaebeom broke up with me last night,” She says, and you can hear the hurt in her voice. “And I think we both know why.”

“Chae, I’m so so-“

“Don’t,” Even angry, you think. Chae is such a sweetheart. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine. But please, take care of him. Yesterday was a freaky thing in you guys’ weird timeline, and he felt really bad about it. Yugyeom and Jackson came over to help me, because I didn’t know what to do, and they told him everything. Who knew, huh? Who knew that even people like you suffered?”

“People like me?” You ask, confused as to why you were being put in a different category.

“Yeah, you know,” Chae shrugs. “Stubborn, strong headed, incredible people like you.”

“I- I am not sure what I’m supposed to say,” You chuckle uncomfortably. “Of course we suffer, Chae. It’s hard, being away from it all– home, family, friends,– even if that was a choice I made on my own. I’m not different just because I got lucky and made it to the top.”

“No,” She says with a sigh. “You’re different because you didn’t get lucky, Y/N. You worked yourself until you passed out, until you ended up in the hospital, until you got stronger. That’s what makes you different.”

“How did you know all of that?!” You gasp.

“I’ve been a fan for a while,” She says, playfully winking. “That’s how I met Jaebeom, actually, talking about you. So you can see why this was never meant to be, right?”

You just nod, closing your eyes with a pained expression.

“Talk to him,” Chae elbows you lightly, smiling. “He needs you.”

“I need him too,” You say somewhat defensively.

“Never said you didn’t,” She shrugs and gets up. “I have to go, now… good luck.” “You said yourself,” You said giving her a hug, and getting ready to run. “I’m different, and not because I’m lucky, but because I am a stubborn bitch.”

“Those weren’t exactly my words,” She mumbles, laughing. “But yeah, you are.”

You find him exactly where you knew you would– laying in your bed, mumbling to himself.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid Jaebeom,” His muttered under his breath, face covered with your notebook. “Why’d you have to be so stupid?”

“At this point I just think it is a character trait of yours,” You say, getting his attention. Your notebook falls loudly on the floor and you frown at that. “Hey, that’s important!”

“Sorry,” Jaebeom quickly collects the book from the ground, putting on top of your work table. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me and I just-“

“You’re sorry?!” You laugh, incredulously. “Can you imagine how I feel? I kneed you in the balls, Jaebeom!”

He chuckles, and grabs you by the wrist, once again; this time, though, when he pulls you to him, he’s met with no resistance at all. Your body tumbles onto his and it’s like yesterday never happened.

“I miss you,” He mumbles, heart beating wildly in his chest, under your hands. “I miss you all the goddamned time, Y/N. I should’ve listened to you, I’m sorry I didn’t… and I’m sorry about the whole triple threat thing, that was petty of me.”

“I miss you too, Jaebeom,” You say, nuzzling his neck. It was a habit you picked up when you were about 14, having once seen how much he enjoyed it when his cats did it. “And it’s okay. I didn’t tell you anything, so there was no way you could know. I promise to tell you next time, though.”

“No, you don’t get it,” He says, moving so that he can look into your eyes. You can feel his breath fan your face, and you smile at that. “I miss you. So much. All the time.”

“Me too, you idiot,” You say, laughing quietly. “I love you, too.”

When he kisses you, it is so Jaebeom, so much of him and so much like him, that it doesn’t even feel foreign; it feels as if you two have been doing this all along. His lips are demanding, and they give and take, pushing and pulling back. He summons noises you’ve never made before, and you do the same with him, loving the timber of his voice as you swallow it. His hands found solace in your hips and in your hair, playing with the baby hairs in your neck, pulling them slightly.

“Fucking finally, Im Jaebeom,” You whisper into his mouth as you two pull apart.

“Hallelujah,” He mumbles back and you can’t help but push him away, laughing at his stupid pun.

You two lay in silence for a while, until you felt him move again, arms around you, mouth on your forehead.

“Y/N,” He calls.

“Yeah?”

“Can you sing to me?”

You look at him weird. “Is this one of your freaky kinks?”

“I regret telling you anything about my past relationships,” He says, groaning in shame. You can’t help but blush at the sound. “But no. I just want to hear you sing it.”

“Sing what?”

“You know.”

You smile.

I heard it on the radio

On my way back home

That I'm gonna be someone

I guess it was a song they wrote

Saying don't go slow

'Cause you're gonna be someone

His hands find yours, squeezing it to a rhythm you two create together.

Some days I don't think my daddy thinks I'm good enough to be a superstar

But one day I will show him I'm a diamond in the rough, I'll be a superstar

'Cause there's a crown

Covered in glitter and gold

I'm gonna wear it, whether you like it or not

His mouth move with yours, on yours, over yours. He is all over you, like you always wanted, and the final verse is left unsaid. But that’s okay, because you both know it and that is all that matters.

And I'll be singing

Hallelujah

Whether you like it or not

Yeah, I'll be singing

Hallelujah

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THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE EVER WRITTEN! what do you guys think?? I am have been obsessed with GOT7 recently and I felt like Jaebeom was the best member for this story line :P should I maybe make a part 2? let me know!

#got7 #mark tuan #im jaebeom #park jinyoung #jackson wang #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom #got7 imagines #kpop scenarios #scenario #one shot #igot7 #this fic killed me #i cry every single time

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