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🥡 SWEET LIKE CANDY (II) | h.hj smau

045—DER DROPS IST GELUTSCHT

-> a german idiom that translates to "the candy is sucked" meaning "well, now it's over."

word count: 12k

warnings: mentions of death, funeral, car crash, slight gore, physical violence (fist fight), blood (lots of it). implied mental illnesses. lots and lots of pain

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a/n: shoutout to @leagreenly for the chapter's title suggestion <3. this is also the last chapter for act II, next chapters will be under act III—the final act ;)))). sexy.

p.s. the ones in italics are flashbacks (and there's a lot of them lol)

he’s not going home.

it’s gonna cost him his pride, dignity, and shame if he does. besides, what he calls “home” isn’t even his own—he’s simply freeloading again, and this time, it’s with you and your brother. hyunjin would rather be homeless than feel as awkward as he does under your roof.

“seriously. i thought i told you to be out of here by the time i get back,” nayeon scolded hyunjin as she always does as they sat around the table, slicing vegetables for her grandma. “you keep freeloading around here.”

“tsk tsk, that’s no way to talk to our helper, yeonnie.” her grandma scolded, earning her a warning glare, she stuck her tongue out towards her grandmother which then earned her a solid smack on the head, “such a childish lady! you won’t get a husband if you keep acting like that.”

“it’s okay nona, she has a point.” hyunjin responded, nayeon’s eyes turning as wide as saucers as she stared at her friend in disbelief.

“nona?! you’re on a first name basis now?!! i’ve been gone for half a day!” nayeon commented in disbelief as she widened her eyes at hyunjin, “this is MY grandmother!”

hyunjin simply smirked, proud of his sudden closeness with his friend’s grandmother—well, more like a convenient relationship but hey, if he could get away with staying at someone else’s house by just doing chores, he’d do it forever.

“she may act like that but i’m sure she likes the company. i’ve raised this girl all her life and she’s always wanted a sibling,” nona said fondly, her sharp eyes softening at the thought of her young granddaughter.

“true but who would want hwang hyunjin as a younger sibling, gross.” she made a disgusted face before turning back to her work.

hyunjin’s mind wandered for a bit as he observed the scene before him, a grandmother and her granddaughter prepping for a meal whilst he sat in the middle helping out. everything felt cozy to the point that he almost forgot the feeling of being out of place. this isn’t his home, and it never will be. he’s welcome to crash here for a few days at most but it will never be a permanent settlement for him.

“so,” nayeon snapped hyunjin’s mind back in the present with a sudden inquiry, “do you have anything for the school exhibit yet?”

hyunjin’s mind reeled in confusion, “exhibit?”

nayeon looked at him in surprise, “wow, and i thought you’d be the last person to forget.” she took a flier from her bag and handed it to hyunjin. splashes of color and extravagance marked all over the advertisement as it showcased the upcoming event, “you know, the one professor kim announced in class.”

“ummm..” hyunjin scanned the paper, his head throbbing from trying to remember that memory, “i kinda remember it… but she said it was in a few weeks—and she said that to me months ago.”

nayeon rolled her eyes in frustration, as if annoyed at hyunjin for not remembering, “it got moved remember? for some reason, the school board decided to reschedule it for the season’s end. i dunno why though. are you even listening in class anymore?” she shrugged as she explained.

“do you think i’ll be included in this?” hyunjin asked, making nayeon raise her eyebrows.

“are you kidding? you’re one of the top students in the class, and i say this as your t.a. and not as your most amazing friend.”

he didn’t feel confident in the slightest, but it felt good for hyunjin to know that someone was on his side.

“and if you don’t feel assured enough, then just know that literally every art student gets featured in it, even if you suck. it’s school policy, it’s a school exhibit for a reason. the only students that don’t get featured are the ones that get suspended due to breaking rules or on probation—which you are neither.”

“ah i see,” hyunjin dismissed. now that nayeon told him that he definitely has a spot in this exhibit, the second question comes into mind—what would he showcase?

all his best work (that he thinks of) got stolen and sold to the black market by someone whom he thought was one of his closest friends, and now, he doubts he’d have enough time to come up with coherent pieces to make it in time.

“one of the conditions as well is that it needs to be at least 10 pieces—that’s technically a lot but only if you’re cramming, there’s no designated time period for the pieces so it could literally be something that you’ve made when you were 15.” nayeon continued, which didn’t help hyunjin’s slump.

he currently had nothing, aside from a few drafts that are all not good enough, but his professor was looking forward to his work, so was nayeon, and so was his pride.

his phone pinged, a text from seungmin telling him that it’s about time he talks to jisung.

hyunjin sighed. if only he could just sit at this table forever, be scolded by nayeon and nona endlessly whilst they talk about art.

if only hyunjin didn’t have to be haunted by a past that wasn’t even his fault to begin with.

there were a lot of things in his life that he had no control of, but all he knew was that if he doesn’t deal with it now, it will never disappear.

so with a heavy heart, he excused himself from the table, bidding a small goodbye to the ladies before leaving the house, surprised to see that seungmin was already there waiting in his car.

“how’d you know i was here?” hyunjin asked as he entered the passenger’s seat, buckling his seatbelt.

“you’re pretty transparent. you weren’t at jae hyung’s and i knew this was the only other place you knew aside from ours.”

“i see.”

a sudden slam stopped seungmin from driving off, seeing nayeon catch up and knocking on hyunjin’s window as she held up a paper bag.

“dude what the hell?” hyunjin exclaimed as he rolled down the window to accept whatever was on nayeon’s hand.

“grandma told me to give you this—”

“what is it?” hyunjin asked.

“i don’t know,” nayeon shrugged, “but one of them is a shirt that your roommate let me borrow. the girl, i puked on mine so she made me change clothes, i think my shirt is still there too. return it and then give me mine back ok? oh—and you’re kim seungmin right? you’re pretty cute, not my type though. toodles!”

before hyunjin could even respond, nayeon already ran back inside after throwing his friend a quick wink, making them both cringe in their skin.

“she’s pretty lively.” seungmin commented as he drove away making hyunjin chuckle.

“you mean annoying?” hyunjin said as he looked through the paper bag. one was a tupperware of galbi-tang, which he smiled softly at, and the other was your shirt, which he avoided like the plague. he took the tupperware of food and put it in his bag before plopping the paper bag on seungmin’s lap, making him look at hyunjin in confusion.

“you can return the shirt, i have somewhere to be afterwards.”

“you mean running away?”

hyunjin side-eyed his friend, “no.”

“you know me and y/n still aren’t talking, right?”

“and we’ve never talked properly, what’s your point?”

“that i have an actual valid reason, and you guys are just being petty.” seungmin snarked making hyunjin shuffle in his seat to face seungmin, eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“you think my reason isn’t valid?!” hyunjin said, not meaning to make his voice sound as angry as it did.

“i think your childhood qualms are way past it’s expiration date now.” seungmin reasoned, “and besides, i don’t think you’ve ever told me the full reason as to why you hate her guts.”

what better time than now? hyunjin thought as he sat back down in his seat, trying to calm himself down before looking at his hands, fidgeting his fingers in frustration.

“back in middle school, my father told me that my mom was on her deathbed—cancer, i think, or tuberculosis.. or pneumonia… honestly it’s been so long i can’t remember anymore. i think i just repressed it—” hyunjin started, pausing for a bit to throw a hesitant glance towards his friend who seemed to be focus on driving, though he can tell that he was listening intently.

kim seungmin was nothing if not a good listener, he made you feel heard and accepted, hyunjin didn’t know what took him so long to open up to his friend but nonetheless, he’s glad he’s starting to.

“—my mother lived in the states with her side of the family. it was only me and my dad here and...well, we didn’t really have money to live in luxury. my dad worked two jobs, he sold bread during the day and was a bartender at night—but since we were paying for mortgage, tuition, and a bunch of other stuff, life was tight… really really tight.”

hyunjin took as many breaks as he can whilst retelling the story, and seungmin just listened patiently, nodding along and humming to encourage his friend, yet never intervening to make him feel more comfortable in speaking.

“so my mother was dying, and we really wanted to see her but obviously we had no money for a plane ticket. until a school grant came along… back in middle school, there was this academic competition and the winner gets a one week trip to the states—it couldn’t have come at a better time.”

there was a certain relief that hyunjin felt as his shoulders loosened the more he went on, the feeling of being able to grant himself a cathartic release with his past as his best friend listened.

“so i strived for that grant. i worked my ass off day and night to study and create the best project—but during the day of the competition… fuck—ugh, y/n ruined my project visuals. she ruined my research!” hyunjin huffed angrily, trying to calm his shaking pupils to prevent himself from tearing up.

the opportunity to go overseas and see his mom, that dream that was within his reach.. all ruined because of a single person that he will continue to hate forever.

“so she won the competition, got the school trip, and you know what’s the worst thing of all? she could afford going abroad—after she got home from the trip, apparently she enjoyed it so much that she and her parents moved there. what a fucking slap in the face.” he ranted, “if you could afford to pay for something, why take away the opportunity for others? i don’t understand how someone could be so selfish and wicked.”

hyunjin composed himself before letting himself sag on the passenger seat, closing his eyes to calm down, he almost forgot that seungmin was there until he spoke up.

“you’re right. you’re very valid, i apologize.” seungmin said, “obviously you two have a lot more history than we do but i think i can see the selfish part.”

“i’ve been telling everyone that from the start.” hyunjin mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed. “are you gonna stop talking to her for good?”

“i don’t know. it wasn’t a deep friendship to begin with.” seungmin shrugged, closing the conversation as he continued driving, finally arriving at their destination.

it was an abandoned building, one full of spray painted walls, cracked ceilings, and messy rubble. it didn’t help that they came here at night. “are you gonna murder me or something?” hyunjin snickered, trying to joke around the situation yet the slight pitch in his voice indicated his nervousness.

something that seungmin picked up on, “don’t be too scared hwang, i’m not going to hurt you.”

“that’s what murderers always say to their victims before they show up on the news.” hyunjin unbuckled his seatbelt, following behind seungmin as they exited the car.

seungmin expertly navigated through the darkness of the night, warning hyunjin not to use much light just in case people see them. they went through a few abandoned hallways before happening upon a set of stairs that led to a hidden basement, the trap door hidden under a pile of trash.

to say that hyunjin was scared is an understatement, he could feel every fiber of his being raised against the chilly night matched with his impending fear.

as they climbed down the rusty ladder, seungmin now turned on his phone’s flashlight, illuminating a single metal door. “it’s an underground cellar used as a hideout for soldiers back in war times, now it’s used for… other things.” he started before turning the knob, the heavy door creaking as hyunjin welcomed in the unfamiliar sight of the other side.

a single flashing bulb barely illuminating the entirety of the rundown room, just as messy as the outside but cleaner in comparison. though what caught his eye the most was the man sitting on the floor at the corner, throwing pebbles to keep himself preoccupied as his eyes slowly shifted towards his visitors.

“didn’t think i’d see your face here.” jisung greeted, looking away to get back to his stone entertainment. his voice lost it’s chirpiness… or perhaps he was faking it to begin with. what used to be a warm and clingy friend turned into a shell of nothingness as he accepted his fate of failure. han jisung was a cold, hard, criminal. that was something hyunjin could never wrap his head around until he cast his eyes upon the man right now.

different from the man he met in high school.

this was the real han jisung.

“he’s here to talk to you.” seungmin started, pulling a metal chair from the side and sitting down on a creaky wooden table, hyunjin did the same as they waited for jisung to do so.

“you can talk to me from way over here.” he said, making seungmin sigh and look at hyunjin gesturing for him to turn his phone off and slide it towards the end of the door. jisung was a careful man, and he won’t let himself get caught with a flimsy recording.

hyunjin followed, also taking off his jacket and let seungmin pat him down whilst jisung eyed them from the side to make sure they had zero electronics on their person.

now that hyunjin was here, the floor was now his, but he didn’t know what to say now that he’s here, faced with the harsh reality.

instead, he turned back to seungmin, “i thought you guys caught him legally? this seems…”

before seungmin could answer, jisung spoke up, “don’t you know? the kims always have some dirty secret up their sleeve. i thought you’d lose the naivete by now, hwang.”

“this is legal. well, as much as brian can stretch out the loophole of keeping a man underground but don’t worry, we’ll get him behind bars soon enough. the hyungs are just finalizing everything—the fight is over, hyunjin, just close this chapter in your life and be done for good.” seungmin encouraged, making hyunjin nod apprehensively.

“do you want to know what they did?” jisung started as he stood up, brushing the dust off of himself yet his appearance remained dirty, apparent with how long he’s been kept here, hyunjin swallowed, not finding it in himself to interject as his curiosity got the best of him. “they snuck into my house in the middle of the night.”

jisung kept talking as he walked closer to the two, finally entertaining their act of sitting down for a conversation, “they drugged me and kept me here for… i don’t even know how long anymore… and now, they’re trying to find incriminating evidence against me.”

jisung sat, leaning his elbows down and stared straight towards seungmin, “but there isn’t any, is there? everything you have is anecdotal, unlike my scum of a father, i’m actually good at keeping my trace clean—so how will it be? are you having your little posse plant drugs?”

seungmin clicked his tongue. “no.”

“perhaps frame me for murder?”

“no.”

“or maybe you’ll pin my father’s crimes on me too.”

“cut the shit, han jisung.” seungmin slammed his hand on the table, trying to shut jisung up, “you’re guilty and you know it. unlike you, we don’t rely on scummy acts unless needed be, we will find that evidence and get you locked up for good.”

“and how will you do that exactly? you know i have a fall guy, right? felix is good for a lot of things but the main reason i hired him is because he’s a drifter—he doesn’t exist in any sort of data or record, it’s easy to pin crimes on him. and he knows this.”

“too bad for you then.” seungmin said.

“are you still trying to bluff your way by saying that felix is dead? you know that guy never dies right?”

seungmin took out the autopsy file and slid it towards jisung who scanned it tentatively before shaking his head with a small laugh, “this could be fake.”

“what more evidence do you need? my brother almost died!” seungmin lost his cool, surprising hyunjin that such emotion could be taunted out of him.

“i want to see the body.” jisung shrugged.

“fine. confess and i’ll let you.” seungmin tried to strike a deal but jisung just laughed in his face.

“nice try, kim.”

“why me, jisung? why… why would you do that..” hyunjin suddenly started, unable to look the unfamiliar man in the face but he could see him shrug in his periphery.

“no hard feelings, man, you know how family is.” jisung started, “it’s nothing personal against you. it’s your father that started all this.. and what better way to extract revenge than to go through his son?”

“are you doing this because you’re following in your father’s footsteps?”

“you could say that,” jisung shrugged, “or perhaps, you can say that it’s the opposite.”

“what do you mean?”

“with my father in jail, i’m the one left to continue his business dealings as his only child. he built an empire and although the emperor fell, the money will continue. i had to take over, there was no choice. so, i wanted to bail him out so i could buy my own freedom.”

freedom. money. hyunjin knew those feelings all too well. he couldn’t fully blame jisung for his cruelty but the fact that he could do such things without having a heavy heart makes his head pound in pain.

“there were literally other ways you could’ve done that.” seungmin interjected, making jisung glare at him.

“and what would you know about my family?” jisung snarked, “because of hyunjin’s father, our life fell apart, i think what i did to him was mild in comparison.”

hyunjin felt sick at the familiar theme. ruining someone’s life because of intentional sabotage. it was what his father did to jisung’s father, it was what y/n did to him. when will the cycle end?

blinded by fury, destroying everything in his path of toxicity. hyunjin understood very well. it didn’t matter whether or not he was wrong or not, jisung was wronged, and he was the most convenient victim.

when will this vicious pattern of backstabbing and revenge end?

he was in the center of it all, whether hyunjin was at fault or not, he now had the opportunity to cut all these ties, to be the bigger person.

so he did what his heart told him to do.

he stood up from the chair, crossing the table to stand next to jisung before kneeling, putting all of his heart into it as he touched his forehead to the ground.

“please, let’s just stop this.” his voice cracked as he closed his eyes with hope, “i don’t harbor any ill feelings towards you or felix, i just want this to be over, i beg you.”

“hyunjin—” seungmin started, yet he couldn’t put it in himself to stop his friend, hyunjin wanted to do this, and it wasn’t his place to interject.

jisung snickered, bending down to grip hyunjin by the hair so they could face each other eye to eye. “aren’t you a little too pathetic, hwang? the beautiful campus prince going on his knees just to appease me—why don’t i make you lick the ground as well?” a sinister glint danced around his eyes as he stared at hyunjin’s sharp ones.

seungmin was losing his cool, slowly moving his hand to grip a hidden holster.

“kim seungmin, if you pull out that gun, i’m bashing this guy’s head in.” jisung warned, his eyes never leaving hyunjin for a single second making seungmin stop in his tracks, cautiously eyeing the two but hyunjin was strong with his own resolve.

“aren’t you a bit too entitled? do you think it’d make me happy hearing that you’re not mad at me?” jisung taunted, anger filling his veins. “do you know just how much damage you’ve cost in my life?”

“i didn’t cause that, my father did.” hyunjin said between gritted teeth as he tried to swallow away the pain of jisung’s hand in his hair.

jisung snapped, landing a strong fist on hyunjin’s face. before seungmin could react, hyunjin punched him back. blows after blows were landed as the two men engaged in a fist fight, seungmin just sighed, plopping back down in his seat, “take your time.”

sounds of grunts and bones cracking filled the air as punches landed on each other, the room growing heavier in heat by each passing moment because of the fiery spirit of the two fighting it out.

none of them knew how many minutes it’s been, the ground was covered with splatters of blood, cuts and bruises adorned the two’s faces as they gasped on the floor, heaving as they laid on their own pools of red liquid.

“are you done?” seungmin said as he gazed down at the two, they didn’t even notice him leave, only to come back with a first aid kit. he helped hyunjin up before starting to patch him up carefully whilst jisung just watched, still laying on the floor.

“deal.” jisung said suddenly, making the two face him.

“what?” seungmin asked.

“i want to see felix.”

that was all they needed to hear.

perhaps criminals still have weak spots after all.

it took seungmin a few minutes to patch them both up, letting them rest before they hauled jisung at the back of seungmin’s car, blindfolded to be extra careful.

“i’m already turning myself in, why the blindfolds?” jisung asked.

“i’m not taking any chances, han.” seungmin said.

you never really knew how much bullshit was going on in your life until you spent hours just laying down on the bed, staring at your ceiling and thinking, ‘ah, much needed peace and quiet.’

when you moved back home, all you expected to do was breeze past college, perhaps stress about a few projects here and there but definitely not come across a bunch of criminals… and death.

in hindsight, it made so much more sense now as to why jae was always so overprotective knowing that he grew up being aware of a whole different world in its entirety. it made sense why he would be adamant on separating you and bibi away from such heinous events, but at the same time, your older sister was someone who knew how to handle herself well.

hence why you asked to talk to her about it. a soft knock followed by the creaking of your bedroom door snapped you back to the present as you make eye contact with your sister, whom you have called over to meet.

“i haven’t been here in a while, still looks the same,” she greeted as she looked around your room, scrunching her nose at the wave of nostalgia that hit her.

“thanks for coming over.”

she shrugged, “i knew you had a lot of questions.”

“yeah… and now it feels like i don’t have any at all.” you laid back down, trying to organize your thoughts as bibi sat on the edge of your bed.

“why don’t i start then?” she offered, making you nod.

“as you know, i met wonpil when we were all very very young. you were at the kims once again and jae was in the hospital so he couldn’t pick you up, so i did.” she started, “ever since i saw him for the first time, i think i’ve always just had a little crush on him so i tried my best to catch his attention but obviously, i was a child and he was already a grown up in our eyes, even though we only had like what, five years between us.”

you nodded along, listening intently to your sister. you’ve never really pictured her as a lovestruck teen with hearts in her eyes but perhaps wonpil was her very own kryptonite.

“i tried my best to mature—fast, just so i could get even the single chance of him looking my way—and i guess it worked? you know, stay around in someone’s life long enough and eventually, they’ll have no choice but to look at you.” she snickered, reminiscing about the past. “when you left, i realized that our connection really only based around you and jae. he was best friends with our lousy brother and he was kind of like your babysitter—but i had nothing.”

“then how did you start dating?” you asked.

“i confessed, obviously.” she rolled her eyes, as if offended that you’d even ask her such a question. “do you think i don’t follow my own advice about not being a pussy? why do you think it’s my go-to advice for everything?”

“because it worked for you.” you muttered, gaining insight on your sister’s life. though to be fair, as cool as it sounded, it seemed like a philosophy that would only work for someone like bibi. she was steadfast, smart, talented, and beautiful. she could have anything she wanted with one word, and that’s probably where her confidence lies.

“exactly. i was still a minor but we both waited—it’s not like i got everything i wanted in an instant. beautiful things take time.. patience, and a lot of diligence. you won’t get things just by wishing it to exist, you need to really want it and know within yourself that you deserve it.”

“then how did you get caught up in all the… bad stuff.”

bibi hummed, “well, that’s actually one of the problems we faced. it’s one of the things that i had to overcome—wonpil he.. he’s such a doormat, don’t get me wrong, he knows how to be assertive but he’s a huge martyr.”

you laughed along with her as she continued, “when we started getting serious, he started getting scared. at first, i thought it was because him and jae were best friends and at this point in time, he was still mad about it, i really didn’t get it. i thought our brother was just being illogically stupid as usual—until i started noticing that wonpil is always gone, he always has somewhere to be… most of them during at the late hours of the night. so you know what i first thought?”

“you thought he was cheating,” you answered and she nodded.

“so i followed him one night, fully prepared to smackdown some mistress but what i didn’t expect was for him to meet up with brian—”

flashes of memory went through bibi’s brain as she recalled the events to her little sister.

it was a dark, cold night. colder than it had ever been but she persevered. there was no way in hell she was going to go home after following wonpil for hours only to give up once she saw him just casually meeting up with his college friend.

there has to be something fishy going on, especially since they met up in an abandoned building. what if they were actually going to strip clubs or meeting up with hot single chicks in the area—who would suspect an innocent ruined pile of rubble and cement to be a sexy meeting spot?

no one. no one but herself.

bibi wrapped her coat tighter around herself, trying to give some warmth and comfort to her dangerous mission, hoping that perhaps, if she buried herself in more cloth, she’d be less inconspicuous.

too bad she thought wrong.

as she followed the two men inside the building, she failed to take notice of another figure following them from behind.

the two men continued to walk through a dark hallway, barely using any light aside from the glimmer of the night’s moon, bibi immediately hid herself in a nearby corner once she saw them enter through a trapdoor, climbing down a ladder.

she thanked her light footsteps that she was able to follow down with as much subtlety, continuing down the hole until she heard the sound of pained grunts reverberating through a metal door.

bibi wasn’t dumb, she listened well in class so she knew what kind of place this was—or what it used to be. an underground cellar during times of war… what she didn’t know was why her boyfriend was here and what he’s doing.

she peeked through the small crack of the door, thankful that they didn’t close it all the way through, and she almost gasped loudly at the sight of a bloodied man on the floor, brian sitting on a worn down chair that highly contrasted his crisp suit and fine briefcase, wonpil stood at the side, a metal bat adorned with splatters of blood was resting in his hand as he stared daggers at the man.

the same puppy eyes that she loved to look at screamed of danger as he focused on the job. brian was spearheading the confrontation, asking the man about evidence and money and whatnot… at this point, bibi was already too stunned to take in everything all at once as her feet slowly started backing up until her body bumped into something.

she yelped as she heard the cocking of a gun behind her head, making the two men inside aware of a sudden presence, “show yourself.” brian shouted, making bibi slowly turn her head to whoever was behind her.

a large man had a gun behind her head, a dangerous sneer adorning his lips as he showcased his set of yellowish teeth, a glint of corruption in his eyes as he stared down at her. “why don’t you follow his orders, little lady? one wrong move and you’re getting a hole in your pretty head.”

cautiously, bibi obeyed. she turned back and opened the door, slowly revealing herself to those inside. wonpil’s eyes were as wide as saucers as he realized who it was, “hyungseo?! what are you—”

she thought his boyfriend’s eyes couldn’t get any scarier, but boy was she wrong. his eyes dimmed in complete killing intent as he realized what was going on.

“let her go.” his tone was cold and warning but the man behind her simply laughed in mock amusement.

“and what will you do about it? beat me with a bat? boy, your woman would be cold dead on the floor before you could even do something about it.” the man said, but as he was preoccupied, he failed to notice the presence of brian who calmly took out his own gun outside the briefcase.

he clicked his tongue in annoyance as he realized that he had belittled the least dangerous looking one, “it seems we’re at an impasse. state your conditions.” brian said, his gun pointed towards the man.

“we want our boss back.” the man said, pointing towards the pathetic guy bloody on the floor.

“well isn’t that sweet.” brian mocked, “too bad we can’t give him back until he gives us what he owes.”

“what do you need?! money? we can make a deal.” the man propositioned but brian simply clicked his tongue as he shook his head.

“no. we want justice.”

as the man got taunted to anger, bibi felt his grip loosen on her, giving her the opportunity to strike as she immediately turned around to subdue the foe, kicking away his gun and slamming him face down to the ground, “wrong hostage, bitch!” she shouted as she spat on the man who was clutching his stomach in pain.

bibi immediately felt her arm be pulled back by wonpil who kept her by his side, “what are you doing here?!”

bibi rolled her eyes at the most obvious question in the world, “i followed you, duh!”

wonpil held her by the shoulder, shaking her away from such stupidity, “you shouldn’t be here! what if you got hurt, you literally had a gun to your head!”

“so? aren’t you doing dangerous things too? why can’t i?”

wonpil ran a hand through his hair in frustration, “you don’t get it hyungseo, this is my life, okay? i’m used to things like these, you—”

“then i want to get used to it too,” her eyes were as firm as her resolution as she stared straight into wonpil’s eyes… and it was in that moment that wonpil knew he was done for.

his heart was owned by the woman in front of him and he couldn’t do anything about it anymore.

“ew gross, can you guys do that in private.” brian scrunched his nose, gesturing to the current situation they had at hand.

“so you just… forced yourself into his life?” you asked dubiously after bibi’s story and she shrugged.

“kinda. when you love someone so much, shouldn’t you accept every part of them? no matter how bad it is. i wanted to be a part of his life but i knew i wouldn’t be able to if i hadn’t done that.”

you nodded in understanding, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so much love for someone to the same point that your sister had. to ever feel the yearn to be a part of someone’s life, to know everything about them, to share the most intimate details of the way they live. well, maybe you felt it with one person—now you don’t think you do anymore.

“what happened with the car then?” you asked for clarification, still wondering what that plan was all about.

bibi shifted in her seat, sudden guilt flooding her senses as she has now been indirectly responsible for such death. “whenever we make plans, i always do it with confidence, i go forward thinking that everything will work the way i envisioned it to be—never have i expected for the worst case scenario to come.”

“don’t blame yourself, eonnie. it’s just how brian said it, none of us knew this would’ve happened.”

bibi looked up, straight into your eyes, “but that’s not entirely true is it? we both would have known.”

you knew exactly what she was talking about. you were the only two people who have ever talked to jake about it.

“i shouldn’t have told him anything.” bibi groaned in frustration and late regret, “i knew i shouldn’t have… but i knew what it felt like to be on the outside looking in.”

you purse your lips in empathy, your sister was a strong woman, she really was, that’s why she always had it in her to look out for the underdogs. you hoped that this situation wouldn’t rid her of that quality.

“when felix got the heads up from jisung that he got caught, felix immediately fled right into our trap—we made jisung tell him about the car and pretend that he supplied it himself so felix could escape.” you nodded at bibi’s explanation, already heard of this part of the story from jake.

“i didn’t know jake would be there, and i didn’t know what they had talked about… it seems suspicious, that’s for sure. but those blanks in the story… only jake can fill them in.” bibi said, “i’m curious about it too.”

“do you think they were in cahoots?” you asked and bibi shrugged.

“at this point, anything could’ve been possible. but i refuse to believe that jake is a bad person. say what you want about the kims but that darkness that resides within them… they use it for good, never for bad. you would know.” bibi said, making you nod.

seungmin was still mad at you, deservingly so, since you broke his trust. you sighed, feeling bad at the loss of a good friend… but did seugmin feel the same? or does he still feel like you’re a thorn that he finally removed from his life.

“should we… can we go see felix?” you asked your sister and she gave you an ok sign.

“yeah, poor guy doesn’t even have a family to throw him a funeral so brian took care of everything. it’s sort of a secret thing, apparently it’s dangerous for the underground world to know whenever a dangerous fellow dies… stirs up chaos apparently.”

you nodded, it made sense, though you never fully understood the happenings of the world they move in, the least you could do was not question it any further. because unlike your sister, you have no plans mingling with the dark side, nor did you have any reason to do so.

“and where do you think you two are going?” jae showed up by the door, leaving on the frame with his arms crossed. bibi shot him a raised brow.

“we’re paying respect to the dead.”

“don’t you guys think you should stop associating yourselves with this situation any further? a boy just died! a young boy! probably one with hopes and dreams and a future looking forward to him!” jae exclaimed.

as much as you and your sister wanted to roll your eyes at his big brother's sermons, you can’t deny that he was actually right.

criminal or not, there was still so much that felix could’ve lived for… and now he never will be able to. you were sure that every second bibi was reminded of that, she feels the same ounce of guilt each time.

“that’s why we want to see him. for closure.” your sister said, jae just sighed at that, probably giving up since he never had the success of ever winning in an argument against the middle child.

“fine, then after this i’m having a talk with wonpil and brian. you are done.” jae warned bibi. she gulped, nodding reluctantly.

the air was tense as you all boarded the car—again, it was times like these that reminded you how you three haven’t seen each other in years. how you three haven’t really talked or connected that much altogether, it was always you and jae or you and bibi. perhaps it was your turn to connect the two of them now.

“oppa.” you started as jae drove off making him hum in response, eyes focused on the road.

“what? you need money? want me to swerve on a mcdonald’s drive thru?” he joked, finding it odd that you’d call him ‘oppa’. it was rare whenever you’d do so, and it was natural for jae to assume that you wanted something in return because that’s the only time you’d use the honorific.

“no, idiot, i was going to ask a question.” you rolled your eyes.

“shoot.” he simply said.

“bibi eonnie mentioned one time that you couldn’t pick me up from wonpil hyung’s because you were in the hospital… did you get in an accident..?” you asked slowly, jae’s eyebrows shot up, surprised at your choice of question.

“oh? i’m surprised you don’t remember, you used to cry a lot because of it back then.” jae reminisced with a mocking smirk, “i was a sickly child, didn’t you know? had a shit ton of allergies, always had a viral flu, mom and dad even thought that i wasn’t going to live past 15 years old.”

your mouth formed an ‘o’ in realization, remembering now how you’ve always thought that your brother was going to die and leave you.

“so i was always in the hospital, i didn’t even get to go to actual school until i was in high school.” he continued.

when you were younger, the almost 10-year age gap between you and your brother felt like more like twenty years. you remembered thinking that he was an adult and adults doesn’t need to go to school. you never really realized how he was simply homeschooled.

you commend your brother for being such a social butterfly despite growing up so isolated.

“then did you become close to wonpil hyung and brian hyung thanks to high school?”

“well we were all in the same neighborhood so i’ve known him even before i went to school. brian on the other hand… well, funny story actually. i met him face to face in college then we realized we’ve been playing together in this online game we’ve been doing for so long.” he reminisced about a simpler past, and a part of you wished you were old enough to witness it.

“how… how did you know about the crimes then… their secret side or something.” you asked, hoping it wasn’t a touchy subject. though at this point, jae was already accepting of the fact that you’ve all entangled yourself in the mess of the kims, hwangs, and hans, the least jae could do to protect you was to make sure you had the weapon of information in your hands.

“well, you all know about the kim’s household situation, right?” you and bibi both nodded at his question, you remembered how jake opened up to you about their mom in the hospital and how they never really had a dad.

“wonpil pretty much became the breadwinner right away… and for a guy so young to suddenly have to take care of an entire household, things weren’t easy for him. he’s never always been the gentle and responsible professor that you know today. that’s why even though he was a good friend of mine, i wasn’t happy about him and bibi.”

your sister scoffed at the back but jae continued.

“sure, sue me for being cautious and wanting more for my sister and her future. i still love wonpil and i’m glad he’s gotten himself a good profession but that sort of past never truly leaves you, you know? hence why this thing still keeps happening.” jae continued, “but the first time i knew about it was when we were in high school—back then, it was just small dirty work. he was always out late at night, come the morning and he always had bruises all over. he delivers secret packages, sometimes he’s in underground fighting rings, then sometimes when he’s saved up enough of that quick cash from odd jobs, he’d take on a 7/11 cashier role or something that isn’t dangerous. he played a smart game, doesn’t mean it was never risky.”

you both nodded along as jae continued, “but he was always careful not to get hit in the face—that’s how he got his small title actually, ‘the slum prince’—always looking so pretty yet needy. not the best title, he hated it actually, especially since it made him out to be a vain person. he avoided his face getting bruised not because he was a narcissist, he did it because he didn’t want his family to worry—black eyes are always harder to justify after all.”

“what did you do when you found out?”

“i stayed quiet. not because i didn’t care, i was always the one patching him up afterwards but have you ever tried helping out a kim? those guys have pride for days. he keeps talking about little seungmo being prideful but what he refuses to realize is that he’s just as bad at accepting help from others. the only time he ever asked me for direct help was when they almost got evicted.”

you sighed. there was always so much suffering in the world, you were thankful to be in such a privileged situation but it definitely shone a light on how much you were ignorant to. your own friends, they’ve gone through so much hardships, it almost made you tear up knowing how they live life with their chins still held up high, being raised well with a good head on their shoulders. bibi was right, the kims know how to use their bad for good, with what they’ve gone through, it only takes a small misstep for them to end up like jisung or felix.

jisung.

that’s another name you didn’t expect you’d ever regard with such disdain.

you felt chills run down your spine thinking that you were even open to the possibility of ever dating him. thinking about it now, it was no question that he played the manipulation tactic well. it’s so hard to think of jisung as a criminal and not as the sweet, respectful boy that he presented himself to be. your heart hurt, you wanted the best for him, you expected more from him. you actually wanted him to be good.

“has brian always been part of the criminal world?” your sister asked, snapping you away from your solemn thoughts.

jae shrugged, “not really that close to him as much as i am with wonpil but i knew he’s always been very techie with computers, always knows how to access forbidden websites and whatnot. back in college, i do remember him saying that the reason he wanted to pursue law was because being an attorney gave him access to all kinds of powerful people—good and bad. it was a dangerous spot to be in but it was well worth the connections. plus he’s always been a thrill guy. he’s also the one who gave wonpil his ‘job opportunities’ you know the kind.” bibi nodded in understanding.

“but no more of this, ok? i’m not kidding. wonpil himself said that he doesn’t want this kind of life anymore. i know you’re just following him out of—” jae paused to gag, “—love. but if you love someone, you would want their safety in your best interest.”

jake shifted in his bed, memories of the crash plagued his mind as he tried to will himself to sleep, but every time he closes his eyes, the same events keep rerunning behind his lids. a shifting on his arm put him back in the present as he looked down on the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“sorry, did i wake you up?” he asked gently, pushing away the strands of hair from ryujin’s face.

“yes.” she snarkily replied through her groggy voice as she sat up to stare at her boyfriend disapprovingly. “you told me you’d be able to sleep better if i was here.”

jake gave her an apologetic smile, “sorry.”

“when your leg heals completely you’ll be seeing a therapist, aight?”

“yes ma’am.” he gave her a mock salute, making ryujin roll her eyes.

“what would you do without me?” ryujin sighed as she went back on leaning against her lover’s arms.

“i’d probably be dead by now.” jake joked, earning him a smack on the rib from ryujin, he hissed in pain as he laughed, “careful baby please, i haven’t healed completely yet.”

“duh! why did you even do that? why did you have to get in that car and drive that sick son of a bitch—may he rest in peace, of course.”

jake just sighed, couldn’t get himself to say much more than kiss the top of his girlfriend’s head. perhaps he just doesn’t want ryujin to get caught up in this mess, or perhaps he swore himself to secrecy out of respect of the man-to-man conversation that transpired in that death vehicle—

as felix huffed amidst the cold air, he spotted a single sedan parked within the darkness of the night, dimly illuminated by a nearby streetlight. “a bit of a modest car but beggars can’t be choosers.” he muttered to himself as he inspected the vehicle, circling around it.

panic coursed through his veins… jisung was his primary sponsor, can he really just run away like this? especially at a time that he needed him the most?

but jisung has always been the one who called the shots, so if he says that felix should run away, then felix will run away. he has rarely ever questioned jisung’s orders. though a part of his heart pinched at the thought of moving on to his next life—going from job to job, jisung’s gig was the longest thing he had ever committed to in his life. almost three years of partnership which now crumbled down.

felix shook his head at the thought, this was all because han jisung insisted on pretending to be besties with hwang hyunjin. business and friendship is never meant to be mixed, felix knew that from the start. so now that he’s off to the next thing, it’s time to bid han jisung a farewell. it was a shame that he couldn’t do it in person, he could only hope that the money jisung promised him will be safely sent to him.

he needed that money. it was the only reason he accepted his proposition in the first place. if it wasn’t for that incentive, felix never would have worked with a snotty rich snob.

felix checked inside the car for the keys, about to hop on but his gut instinct kicked in, telling him that something felt off.

he checked the backseat to see if someone was going to jump him. nothing.

he checked underneath the car if someone was clinging to it. nothing.

he checked the steering wheel if it was faulty. it was solid.

his eyes roamed around the car, trying to pin down what was wrong until his eyes fixated on the engine. but before he could check, jake appeared from the shadows, making him jump into defensive mode, a hand on his hip pretending that he’ll pull out a gun even if there was nothing there.

“relax, i’m not here to hurt you.” jake raised his arms in surrender, “and i know you don’t have any weapons on you.”

felix looked at him suspiciously but didn’t let on. he remained with the same posture.

“you’re very sharp. the engine’s faulty.” jake confessed making felix raise his eyebrows.

“shouldn’t you be convincing me that everything’s perfectly fine.” felix commented, voice as deep as the ocean, his nerves warning him of imminent danger, “i thought you’re on their side.”

“i’m on my own side.” jake shrugged, smiling as he went closer to felix, not a single ounce of fear in his veins. felix stood up straighter in confusion, watching jake as he went inside the driver’s seat. “i’ve always been the designated driver. have a ride with me?”

felix was confused, oh so confused to the point that he couldn’t say no to this strange boy that shot him puppy eyes, asking him for a ride. it didn’t help that he looked a bit like seungmin, bitter memories flooded his senses so he obliged.

“what do you want?” felix immediately asked as he hopped onto the passenger seat with much hesitation.

jake started driving before he answered, “i’m here to catch you, of course.”

“i thought you were on no one’s side.”

“i’m on the side of justice.” jake shrugged making felix slump in his seat. he felt stupid for even walking into this head first, he didn’t know what got to him. perhaps it was the thought of finally losing his partner that he let his guard down.

rookie mistake. felix immediately regretted it as he looked out the window, considering jumping off.

“i locked the door, you know.” jake said, noticing felix’s demeanor.

“who said i can’t break my way through?” he shot back.

jake ignored him and kept driving, “the car is supposed to malfunction after a few miles, hyung’s guys are waiting there for your capture, in the intersection passed the bridge.”

felix just hummed in defeat, “and so?”

“i’m giving you until that checkpoint to tell me about yourself.”

“will you let me go if i do?” felix asked, a little hopeful.

“no. but it’s good to get it out of your chest, yeah?” jake smiled sweetly, but felix can’t see anything but creepiness on it, especially with how casually he was treating felix in such a situation.

but hey, carpe diem right?

what did felix have to lose at this point?

“jisung hired me back in high school to work alongside him in trying to bail his father out of prison.” felix started, “he wanted to live a normal life and he can’t do that whilst still living in his father’s shadow. but his methods were hella messed up, i think there might be something wrong with him—probably with the way he was raised, give someone so much trauma and their brain can only be stable for so long but hey, i’m not a therapist so i don’t know.”

felix continued, “he wanted to live a normal life, that was what caught my attention the most. this guy who can have anything with the snap of his finger, with riches that can buy him ten islands… he wants to live a normal life. it was irritating, honestly. it sounded so pompous that i spat in his face but he came back with an offer that i can’t refuse.”

“money?” jake asked, felix hummed in agreement.

“money… and the prospect of a new life.” felix confessed, “i don’t want to keep living like this. i wanted to live a normal life as well. that was probably what tied me and jisung together. we were polar opposites yearning for the same thing so why shouldn’t we be on the same side?”

jake just nodded, letting felix speak his truth. “so when he offered me a shit ton of cash and a new identity… i said yes. it was ironic, actually, to start living honestly in a fake identity. maybe that’s why i was doomed to fail, it was an oxymoron, a false dream.”

“is felix even your real name?” jake asked out of curiosity, making the freckled blonde smirk.

“as real as it could be.”

“do you really just want to start fresh? is that why you got yourself in such a big mess?”

felix shrugged, “yeah. i mean, if i could afford living in the first place i wouldn’t be in this situation, but i couldn’t. i was basically a waste of air.”

jake’s heart clenched for the man beside him. he was supposed to go through with the plan but now he couldn’t find it in himself to do so, he gripped the steering wheel, a sudden crossroad in his brain.

should he help felix or should he stay loyal to his family?

before jake could even decide, fate had already answered for him.

life was full of twists and irony… sometimes not the good kind.

“the engine is malfunctioning.” jake said with a shaky breath, feeling the vehicle lose control on his hands.

“what? we haven’t even passed the bridge yet.” felix sat up straight, surveying jake’s features whether he was pulling on his tail or not.

“i slowed down on purpose so you can have your monologue!” jake confessed making felix groan, no matter how much he tried, jake couldn’t pump the brakes.

“what idiot would do that?! are you really seungmin’s brother??” felix panicked as he punched open the wires from within the driver’s side, but how could he fix something that was already tampered with to malfunction? “just crash on the railing.” felix said.

“w-what?! we might fall off!” jake said in a shaky voice, his eyes darting around everywhere.

“would you rather crash in another vehicle? or in a building? or perhaps in a crowded place of whatever blue man group your brother set up?” felix hissed, hoisting jake’s hands out of the steering wheel.

“felix!” he panicked, taking the steering wheel back on his hands as he tried to compose himself. “fine, i’ll try my best.”

felix’s heart was racing as he tried to brave himself for impact, but he’s been in a ton of accidents before.

he can survive this.

right?

has the bridge ever been this long? jake questioned himself as he tried to build up the courage to manually crash. he’s not a good mathematician, he doesn’t know the probability of them staying alive after this but if he could at least maneuver the car in a way that they won’t be hurt as much, then it’ll be a success.

as jake turned the steering wheel, bracing for pain, the last thing he saw was a lot of red, his head searing in pain as his body started to lose all feeling.

the last thing he felt was someone pulling him out of the vehicle before he heard a faint explosion ringing in his ears—

“jake?” ryujin shaked him away from the memories, “dude, hey, are you okay?”

jake blinked back to reality, staring at ryujin’s concerned eyes. “jake, you weren’t all here again.”

“sorry.. i just.. i keep remembering it.”

“maybe you should pay him a visit. try to get some closure.” ryujin said, pulling his boyfriend up.

“but i don’t want to. i don’t want to see my responsibility.”

“you have to, jake. you know it.”

it was already the dead of night when you and your siblings decided to pay felix a visit, what you certainly didn’t expect was for the whole gang to be there.

brian, wonpil, jake, ryujin, seungmin, hyunjin, and jisung.

the last to arrive were you, jae, and bibi.

“this is hella awkward.” brian said with a low whistle, breaking the ice as someone who’s technically an outsider.

everyone involved was in the same place all at once… well, except for ryujin, but she had a slight gist of the situation, knowing how tense the room is.

but they can all forget their rivalries for one night of solemn quiet, to pay respect to the departed.

the chapel was small and chilly, only a few candles surrounding the open casket that jisung was standing next to as everyone else took a seat on the benches.

“i thought it was going to be a closed casket?” hyunjin asked seungmin, making the boy shrug.

“the mortuary makeup and the autopsy was done well.”

everyone lowered their heads out of respect, even jake was still a bit too nervous to stand close to the coffin, especially since he was the last person to ever see the man alive.

it felt like whiplash, to be talking to someone only to stand next to their dead body the next time you saw them.

all because of him too. his little heart couldn’t take it.

“you look better dead.” jisung said bitterly as he leaned on the glass separating him and his partner, taking in every inch of his face that he had memorized due to the years they’ve worked together. “i said i was going to give you a new life, not make you move on to the afterlife.”

everyone felt bad listening in but they also couldn’t help it. you were all so curious about felix and his life… his backstory, and now you get to hear a few words from the person you all know he was closest to.

as close as he’ll ever be to someone.

hearing jisung talk was like hearing someone give a funeral speech about the deceased. he may not be directing the message to the room but it was loud enough for everyone to hear it—

“i finally caught you.” felix slowly turned his head, looking at the homeowner, what he didn’t expect was a teenage boy the same age as him.

jisung looked at the freckled boy in curiosity, he looked young, too young to be a thief. “you’re good, you hide your tracks well and your movements are clean… quiet… trained.”

jisung walked around, yet felix knew his attention was on him, the perpetrator.

“you’ve been stalking around our house ever since my father got jailed. easy target, you thought. now that most of his men got caught too, it’s only me and a few housekeepers who are too dumb to notice that a little cat has been taking a few valuables every now and then. it’s quite impressive, actually.”

felix glared at jisung, “what do you want? just call the police.”

“but that wouldn’t be fun, is it? lee felix, born on september 15, 19 years old, lives in the trailer park, steals for a living, lives for the thrill.” jisung recounted, making felix cringe at how much he knew about him.

jisung stopped pacing around and stopped in front of felix, offering a handshake towards the boy, “i’m han jisung, same age, born a day before you. you’re useful, work for me.”

felix didn’t hesitate spitting on jisung’s face, making him recoil in surprise and disgust.

“dream on, brat.” he walked away, forgetting to steal the golden antique he dropped by for in the first place. he never expected some proposal to come from a normal night of thievery but perhaps he’ll just stop dropping by there. there’s other homes to steal from after all.

han jisung, what an oddball.

whenever he’s not stealing, he’s holed up in some crappy internet cafe within his shitty neighborhood. only a few computers and some jacked up wifi, but what felix loved about this place was the anonymity, it allowed him to access the deepest parts of the web that he won’t be able to do so in a regular IP—

“you can steal AND go to the dark web, you’re more interesting than i thought you would be, felix. you’re more useful than you let yourself on.” felix looked at the reflection of the screen in front of him, irritated to see an out of place han jisung with his crisp-looking school uniform in an otherwise rundown location.

“what do you want?”

“i told you, i want you to work for me.”

“and i told you to go suck a dick and leave me alone.”

jisung pulled a seat to face felix. “5 million dollars.”

felix’s fingers stopped from clacking on his keyboard, ears perking up at jisung’s words, “what?”

“with 5 million dollars you can buy yourself a house, change your name, change your face—or not, it’s up to you. but you can create yourself a new identity and live a comfortable, peaceful life. you can start over.” he started to explain, “it’s also the amount of money i’ll give you if you help me with what i’m trying to accomplish. with the petty thievery you’re doing and the chump change that you get from it, you won’t be done with this lifestyle even when you’re in your late thirties, am i right?”

felix didn’t answer, he started considering it, listening to jisung’s words.

“you and i are the same, felix.”

a few more hours of convincing and felix finally said yes, though a part of him already regretted doing so now that jisung started housing him.

it felt different being in his mansion in the morning, it felt more comfortable at night whenever he dropped by for an antique and peace out immediately.

it definitely didn’t feel like reality when he felt the comfort of a plush mattress for the first time in his life.

“so i was thinking, right,” jisung started as he watched felix fumble with his school necktie, after a couple years of working together, he was the one that suggested felix should start going to college with him as well so that their ‘friendship’ doesn’t look odd. especially after jisung successfully befriended his targets and introduced felix to them.

“what?” felix asked as he gave up on the tie, throwing it in the trash as he just let his buttons remain loose. he wasn’t going to take college seriously anyways, taking the course that looked the most interesting for him: computer engineering, just so he won’t fall asleep in class and get himself kicked out. besides, he might learn a new skill that’s helpful for his ‘career’. especially now that he’s trying to build a new life, a fancy degree might not hurt, it only took jisung a few forged documents and a shit ton of bribery for the university to look past the fact that felix’s credentials looked sus as fuck.

“yongbok.” jisung said with a cheeky smile.

“is that another one of those gross and greasy fried chicken that you like eating so much.”

jisung rolled his eyes, “no, dumbass, it’s a name for your new identity. it means dragon’s scent. i think it fits you quite well.”

“no, it sounds horrible.”

jisung’s mouth curled up in sorrowful amusement as he reminisced about the past, he took one long look at felix’s face, counting his freckles that he knew all too well for the last time before backing away from the coffin with a final smile, “i’m sure you’re doing better now. better than i will be.” he said, wiping a stray tear from his cheek before he faced seungmin once again.

“i’m ready to peace out yo.” jisung said.

“alright, come with us then.” brian stood up, stalking over to seungmin and jisung’s spot as he gave jisung a firm pat on the back, “you’re doing the right thing, boy.”

“is he really going to be locked up?” jake asked his brother softly, “i mean, he already lost a friend besides—”

seungmin interjected, “peace can’t prosper if we keep giving out pity, jake, you should know that by now especially after almost facing death.” he said, giving a small glare in your direction, making you look away in shame as he continued speaking, “besides, we can’t have a dangerous guy like this man roaming around free, who knows what else he might do.”

“i already lost my partner, you really think i’d still be able to do jack shit without felix? you know he did everything for me right?” jisung rebutted, though it’s less to get himself free and more to just stir drama.

“again, we’re not taking chances.” seungmin said, “besides, with guys like han jisung, he’s probably going to rich people prison.”

“what’s that?” jake asked.

brian answered for him, “it means he’d be able to pay a lot of money not to be holed up in a jail cell, he might get off on probation or witness protection and be sent off in some tropical island where he can enjoy himself with a chain on his ankle while attending much needed therapy.”

“is your father in rich people prison too?” jake asked toward jisung, making the man smirk.

“i’ll give you three guesses.”

seungmin rolled his eyes, pulling jisung away, “see, he’s a good-for-nothing crappy guy, take your empathy elsewhere.”

brian walked towards you and your siblings, letting seungmin take jisung to the car so he could bid a small farewell.

“this might be the last time you’ll ever see me again for a long time, i want you to cherish staring at my handsome face.” brian said with a smirk towards jae before they shared a bro hug.

“still shitty as usual, kang, never change.” your brother said to his friend.

brian turned to bibi, “i still remember you two being so disgustingly mushy, you both deserve a peaceful life. you have my word that i won’t contact wonpil with odd jobs, he’s done with that life now.” they shared a handshake, “that being said, i won’t really say no to him if he’s the one reaching out to me with such things.”

he laughed making bibi roll his eyes. she couldn’t rebut though, since like this situation, wonpil was the one who reached out to brian with such a favor—under seungmin’s request, of course.

finally, brian turned to you, “no need to get yourself wrapped up in any more of this mess, y/n, don’t be like your sister, you don’t have to include yourself in illegal dealings just to be with seungmin.” you choked on air as you heard him say the last sentence.

“u-uh what?” you asked, jae and bibi both looking at you scandalously.

at the corner of your eye, you see hyunjin, wonpil, jake, and ryujin turn their attention too.

“oh? i thought you two had a lil something something going on, i mean, with bibi and wonpil… you and seungmin, you know.” brian held his two fingers close together, indicating you and seungmin’s ‘closeness’ but your eyes were as wide as saucers.

“what?! no! we were just friends, oh my god.”

brian tipped his head back in laughter as he misunderstood the situation, “is that so? my apologies then.”

he gave you a pat on the back as he waved one last farewell, bidding a salute at wonpil who was talking to ryujin and jake before going for the door, “live a good life folks.”

“i’m gonna go talk to wonpil,” jae said, excusing himself, bibi followed him along, looking at you to see what you’d do but you were already on the door, following brian’s trail to meet up with the three.

“wait!” you shouted as you watch seungmin stash jisung at the back of his car once again.

“y/n, what’s up?” brian said, about to get into the driver’s seat. seungmin just looked at you in confusion but his mild anger was still there as he refused to address you.

“can i have a word with him, one last time?” you asked them both and brian shrugged.

“be my guest,” he said as he motioned for you to get in the car as he backed away to give you some privacy, seungmin did the same but you can see them still keeping an eagle’s eye on the man.

you went inside, making jisung scooch to give you some space, “hey baby, are you going to confess your undying love for me and bust me out?” he greeted with a sleazy smirk making you scrunch your face at him.

“oh my god, is this really how you’re like?” you said in disbelief, the image of a sweet boy-next-door gone for good as he gave you a lazy shrug.

“what can i do for you, y/n.”

now that you faced him, you didn’t really know what to say.

perhaps you just wanted to see for yourself what kind of man han jisung truly is.

“did you actually ask me on a date because you liked me or were you just trying to mess with hwang hyunjin.” you asked boldly making him shoot his eyebrows in surprise.

he definitely didn’t expect that.

he leaned back on the seat, staring straight into your eyes, “well you’re definitely cute and interesting, i’ll give you that. but one thing you’re misunderstanding is my capacity to feel.”

he leaned closer to your face, making you back away slightly in nervousness, “i don’t have it in me to like anyone, y/n, not when i’m the way that i am.” he said before going back to his original position away from you.

“what are you saying? don’t you like felix? you seem pretty attached.” you said remembering the single tear he shed, but he still shrugged, keeping a cold exterior on display.

“i lost a good asset, that’s all.”

“i guess this is goodbye then.” you said with a small sigh, taking in jisung’s features one last time, giving up on trying to crack his tough exterior. maybe there really wasn't anything more to him.

“maybe in a different life, we could’ve worked,” jisung said with a small smirk, “cheesy, right? i’ve always wanted to say that.”

you rolled your eyes at him but he turned to you once again with a serious expression, “serious advice, y/n, why don’t you try confronting hwang hyunjin for once.”

“what’s up with that.” you asked in bewilderment at the sudden ludicrosity he just said.

“because the world is a big and scary place. whatever it is that you’re holding against him, in the grand scheme of things, it’s all just nothing.”

“i don’t get you. i thought you didn’t know anything about me and hyunjin?” jisung laughed at your question.

“do you really think i don’t know anything, y/n?” he asked, making you shut up.

of course he knows everything.

if felix did, he certainly did too.

“the moment you gave me your number, it was game over.” jisung stated, “how do you think felix knew about this candy and choco thing?”

“you gave him my number and then he saw the one on hyunjin’s phone..” you said slowly, connecting the pieces all together.

“smart girl, try coming to that conclusion faster next time and you’ll save yourself a lot of trouble. maybe you'll even learn not to give out as much information about yourself to other people too."

“why are you telling me all of this?”

jisung sighed as he gave you a soft smile, “because in the grand scheme of things, maybe sometimes i want to do something good too.”

those were the last words you two shared before they all drove away to capture jisung for good.

as you watch the vehicle disappear in the horizon, you felt a piece of your heart shatter knowing that your life will never be the same after this experience.

but perhaps there was something to learn in jisung’s words.

with the universe so big, should you really let such petty fights keep you from making meaningful connections?

you reminisced about your conversations with candy, and now putting a face onto that person.. as well as a name.

hwang hyunjin.

now that you were certain that he was the anonymous friend you’ve been talking to, it was hard not to see him in a better light.

if you two could make a meaningful connection and be open to each other as strangers, why can’t you two do it all over again?

besides, there has to be a reason why jae immediately started to be more lenient towards him, right?

prev ~ directory ~ next

synopsis: long time rival hwang hyunjin has been the bane of your existence for as long as you can remember. thank god your secret anon textmate always has your back— sweet, caring, and good with words. definitely not like hwang at all.

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cxptain-carol · 4 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢, & 𝐦��𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 | 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 (+ 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!)

✰ summary: the main three bnha boys react to you knocking on their door in the middle of the night :)

✰ warnings: cursing, and i use ellipses too much but other than that this is pure fluff, my dudes

✰ a/n: this is my first time writing something like this, but i thought it would be really cute, so here ya go! i think it turned out pretty well so hope you enjoy~

A symphony of crickets and wind whistling played outside as you stared up at the ceiling of your dorm room, wide awake. The crack between your curtains exposed a sliver of the moon and it shone distractingly bright on the floor that was littered with books that you had dropped almost as soon as you stepped into your room.

The two of you had stayed up pretty late in his room, going over material and quizzing each other for the next day’s test. It was the first time you two had done something like that; something so simple yet so sweet. The both of you definitely deserved a break together after everything your class had been through.

It had been a rather cold night in the dorms, so you saw the opportunity and ran with it. After visibly shivering didn’t work, you resorted to making cute faces as you asked to wear his sweatshirt.

That’s how you ended up here, happily inhaling the comforting scent of him as you lay in your bed. But despite that, something didn’t feel right. And you wouldn’t fall asleep until you figured it out. Your mind just kept drifting back to him…

Of course, you were probably just missing your precious boyfriend.

Without a moment’s contemplation, you whisked your sheets to the side and swung your legs over the edge of your bed, soft feet gently meeting with the floor. You looked out of the gap between your curtains, watching the trees’ leaves rustle for a moment before you made your way to the door and slid into a pair of beat-up sneakers, not even bothering to put them on fully before you turned the knob and stepped outside.

It was scarily quiet in the hallway as you listened to the sound of your footsteps padding against the ground. Not to mention, unbearably cold. You weren’t very far from his room and in just a matter of minutes you would hopefully be much warmer.

You excitedly reached your destination but before knocking, you paused.

Was he even awake? Maybe it was a little too bold to try and sneak into his room on a school night. Especially after you kept him up to study. But you really, really wanted to see him again.

Before you could think it over again, you raised your fist and tapped your knuckles against his door.

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

You only knocked twice and tried to keep it as quiet as possible but the sound easily cut through the silence that surrounded you. There was a moment of rustling from inside Bakugou’s room before his voice disrupted whatever quietness was left.

“What the fu-”

“Sorry, Katsuki! It’s me, it’s me—can you let me in?” You hurriedly whisper-yelled all of this.

“Dumbass! It’s one in the fucking morning; go to sleep!” The exclamation seemed angry at surface-level but you could hear his considerate side showing a bit.

“I can’t sleep! Can I, um… could I try sleeping with you?”

No response.

You opened your mouth to try and find the words to convince him, but before they could leave your lips, the door was wrenched open and you were met with Bakugou looking down at you, dressed head-to-toe in all black.

“I’m sorry to bug you, but I just can’t sleep,” you said, tugging on the bottom of your (actually, his) sweatshirt and feeling oddly shy. Somehow, you managed to meet his crimson red eyes, which quite literally softened at the sight of you.

“Ergh, fine. Don’t wake me up again though, dumbass.”

You grinned as you slid off your shoes and followed him over to his bed, taking your spot under the covers after him. Even though your rooms were on the same floor, Bakugou’s felt warmer.

You contently snuggled up near the edge of his mattress, still quite satisfied with just breathing in his scent that lingered in the sheets even though you really wanted the real thing. But that was probably asking too much. Maybe if you asked nice enough…

“Can we cud-”

“Fine.” He didn’t bother waiting for you to finish your request as he had already begun reaching for you, gently pulling you in so that your back was pressed against him.

You sighed, closing your eyes and drowning in the warmth of his body loosely curled around yours. Bakugou draped an arm over your side and you gladly reached for his hand, lightly playing with his fingers before he swatted yours away. That last attempt to maintain his dignity (despite the fact he was still cuddling you) brought a smile onto your face.

It was a shame that you were too tired to appreciate the moment fully, but as you started drifting off to the feeling of Bakugou’s rhythmic breathing against your neck, you made a mental note to start sneaking out of your room a lot more.

𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

(someone tell me if he even has a bed in his dorm room but whatever bear with me okay)

“Shoto? Hello?”

You knocked a few more times, but ultimately could not hear anything.

“Are you ignoring me? Are you asleep? Shoto!” It was getting harder to keep your voice at a whisper level.

After a long pause, he responded, “Y/N?”

“Yes, it’s me, Shoto. Can I come in?”

He let out a soft hum and you listened closely to hear the sound of his steps approaching you from behind the door. He opened it swiftly, looking down at you with a semi-confused expression.

“I can’t sleep,” you said. He nodded.

You two just stood there for a few moments before you sighed and stood up straighter, pulling down on the sleeves of his sweatshirt that you wore, which finally drew his attention to it. Only after pausing on the sight of you in his clothes did he look into your eyes again, cheeks slightly pink.

“Can I sleep in here?” Shoto looked so disoriented by the fact that he was woken up at such a time that he blinked a few times before visibly understanding your question.

“Yeah, sure,” he said, stepping back to let you in. You took your shoes off immediately but before you could even give him a hug by the door or perhaps a kiss, he had already returned to his bed and was lying face-down in the center of it.

Damn, he must be really tired.

You rushed over, quickly hopping in beside him and pulling the covers up to your neck. You nudged Shoto gently and he rolled over so the two of you were facing each other.

While the situation was nice, and you were already feeling a lot more at ease, you knew you wanted to be even closer.

“Shoto… have you ever cuddled someone?” You asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Huh?”

“Have you ever cuddled someone?” This time you asked a bit louder.

“Oh… no, I don’t think so.”

You pouted a little bit; that was pretty sad.

“Well, do you want to?”

“Don’t really know how,” he admitted, his voice trailing off slightly—he probably wanted you to shut up. So you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You snuggled closer to Todoroki, wriggling into his arms as he lay on his side. Your head was placed right under his chin and you happily squished your cheek against the bit of skin exposed by his shirt there. You stopped moving when you felt him physically respond: by wrapping his arms tighter around you and moving one of his hands up to cup your face.

You looked into his eyes, fighting the urge to let yours fall shut, but almost laughed as you noticed he had the same problem.

“I was kinda hoping for a conversation, but I’d say we’re both too tired,” you muttered, kissing Shoto’s neck gently. He tensed up slightly but relaxed soon after, bringing his head lower to kiss you on the cheek.

“It’s okay, Y/N, we can talk tomorrow. Go to sleep now, okay?”

Without needing to hear another word, you smiled and let yourself drift off in his arms, briefly amused by (but completely adoring) the fact that they were jarringly different temperatures.

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

You lightly knocked four times, listening hard for a sound from inside. You could hear his bed creaking a bit and what sounded like footsteps.

“Izuku? You still awake? I can’t-”

The door swung open slowly and a head of messy green hair peeked out from behind it. You watched as a look of relief washed over Midoriya’s face at your arrival.

“Can’t sleep? Me too,” he said, rubbing his eyes. His voice was more gravelly than usual but it was utterly adorable.

“Did you want to- ?”

You nodded, already squeezing through the door, kicking off your shoes, and making your way over to his bed, desensitized to the shit ton of All Might faces watching your every move. After reaching your destination, you looked back at Midoriya, then down at his bed, then back again.

“What side d’ya want?”

He shrugged, and you happily took that as your cue to sink under the covers, half-curled up and leaving space for Izuku. Your eyelids fell shut and you grinned at the warm presence of him that followed after you.

“Um, Y/N, can you… I-I want to…” You pieced together his half-muttered sentence fragments and moved closer to him, which he thankfully accepted by lightly grasping you with his scarred hands.

“I thought you couldn’t sleep, now you’re barely awake,” you whispered, half to yourself as Izuku had started drifting off, still holding you by the waist.

You cautiously moved up the bed before taking him into your arms and resting his head against your chest so you could easily rake your fingers through his fluffy green curls. He breathed softly against your neck and pulled you closer, making your heart race under the worn material of his sweatshirt.

“Thanks… for comin’ over. I… I was thinking about it,” Izuku murmured in his sleepy voice, the movement of his lips tickling you.

“I thought you’d be shyer doing something like this, but I’m not complaining, Zuku.” Your voice was starting to sound more tired as well, and you finally closed your eyes, focusing on the sound of your boyfriend breathing and curling his hair between your fingers.

“I love you.”

You barely heard it but that didn’t stop your cheeks from heating up at Midoriya’s adorable, half-asleep confession. Your fingers stopped their combing and you simply cradled his head in your hands before placing tender kisses on his freckled cheeks, the tip of his nose, his closed eyelids, and his forehead (where you lingered a bit longer). He hardly shifted, but you were sure he felt them. You resumed stroking his hair but couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in to kiss his forehead again.

“Love you too, baby.”

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darthwheezely · 3 years

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HOLA QUERIDAAAAA i’m here to ask for a 💌 where georgie is totally head over heels for you but finds you super intimidating and has to work up the courage to ask you out pls 🥺

PRINCESA DE MIS SUEÑOS?! CLARO CLARO CLAROOOO

georgie the brave - g.w. hcs

george fabian weasley was a simp

stupidly

wholly

completely

balls deep in love with you

we are talking

singing in the shower

bouncing his leg at dinner

smiling when you walk in a room like the goddamn sun came up when you arrived

jesus, he worshipped you

and everyone...legitimately everyone knew

“George?”

“Fred?”

“When are you gonna woman up and ask her out already?” Fred leaned onto his hand nodding his head up at him, and George turned around to see you, head thrown back in laughter. You looked absolutely gorgeous, so enlivened by a joke being told. George flushed when you noticed him looking at you and gave a wave and small wink. You looked back at your friends, a blush stealing on your cheeks. Fred rolled his eyes and snapped at George.

“Oi! Romeo! I’m serious it’s bloody disgusting for a bloke to be sitting eating mashed potatoes and pining as hard as you!”

“I’m not pining, Fred, I don’t pine”

“Right so talking about girls named Y/N in your sleep and pretending your jumper is her when you’re sad and-“

“Alright, touché. So...what do I do?”

Fred pondered this for a moment. “Well, I usually talk to them and usually ask them if they’d like to accompany me to Hogsmeade. Or a study date. Or a Quidditch match. Mate, you’ve got loads of options just take one.”

george hated that fred was right

especially that he said george had so many opportunities

it’s not like he hadn’t tried to take them, he just kinda like

froze

like when he walked up to you and your friends and was mustering up the confidence to do it and he just

froze

and kind of blurted

“youlookreallyprettyinthatdressY/N”

and scurried back to the gryffindor table

fred damn near gave himself a concussion from the way his head hit the table in shame

but he had decided that he would actually take the leap this time

he, thank god, shared two classes with you

transfiguration and potions, again, thank god, neither with fred

he also knew that you tended to sit in a seat closer to the middle of the room in transfiguration, and that you never sat next to anyone

you hated being near the front where all the attention would be on you, but you didn’t like to be forgotten in the back

george found this painfully adorable and endearing but anyway

he had waited until you slid in your usual spot and raced in to slide next to you

“Fancy seeing you here, gorgeous” he smiled warmly at you.

“I should be saying the same thing” you turned around to look around you “although I’m probably not the one you’re referring to as gorgeous” you said sheepishly opening up your transfiguration textbook. You felt as if you were being watched and when you looked up at him, you realized he was staring at you blankly.

“You really don’t believe me do you?” He asked softly. You turned red, or felt yourself turn red and laughed uncomfortably, shaking your head. “You’re really sweet, but...it’s just weird to have someone like you talk to someone like me” he was so shocked, he began to open his mouth but regretfully so McGonagall began to teach her lesson

he didn’t pay attention to anything mcgonagall was saying

all he could focus on was the stunning woman next to him

completely enraptured by what mcgonagall was saying

“I meant it, Y/N, you’re...” he swallowed thickly. “You take my breath away, you’re beautiful.” He whispered.

You looked up at him then, solemn sincerity in his face. You could tell when he said that he wasn’t just referring to your beauty.

“Oh?”

He breathed out a laugh quietly, in this moment not looking to disrupt class. “Yeah, oh my god. Every day I get to be around you to turn me to a puddle, don’t you see that?” You shook your head and he nodded. Deciding now was the time to act

he raised his hand so mcgonagall could call on him

his older twin confused as FUCK that his BROTHER had a QUESTION in CLASS

“oh this is either a ruse or I’m dreaming”

“fred, stop saying your thoughts out loud it’s annoying”

“ope, sorry ang”

mcgonagall reluctantly called on him with a “yes, mr. weasley?”

George grinned and stepped onto the table that he and you were seated at, Fred’s jaw dropping and gesticulating wildly to Angelina who was sitting next to him.

“George, what are you doing?” You whisper shouted to him. He leaned down barely “I’m taking my shot, love” and winked

“Y/N Y/L/N you are the most kind, smart, gorgeous and all around most wicked sexy girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing” he said loudly, proclaiming it as grandly as possible. You were bright red, smiling wide into your book shaking your head at him.

“So?” You quipped, a giggle stealing the back of your throat

George laughed like a gasp, and said “will you do me the honors of accompanying me to Hogsmeade this Saturday?” He got off the desk and held your hand in his like he was proposing. The room stood still, girls and boys alike either rolling their eyes or saying “awwww” at the cuteness being exuded

“Merlin, absolutely” you breathed out, staring into his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. Everyone around you queen clapped. Georgie was blushing and smiling like mad. Fred was WHOOP WHOOPING so loud Angie hit him upside the head

and then all was silent until

“well, mr. Weasley I’ll give you detention tonight then so you won’t miss your date”

A/N

***im so sorry if these are subpar, my mental health has been shot for the past 48 hours and it’s really hard to focus on doing what I WANT, which is writing. I love you guys so much and I promise to put out better content in the future

#george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley headcanon #George weasley #harry potter imagine #harry potter headcanon

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goblinkingdomsblog · 3 years

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Hello I hope you are doing well !! I was wondering if it okay to request the mafia universe where they meet the agent y/n have a moment but then the agent smile and go away in like we will meet again kinda way I’m sorry if it’s too much you don’t have to do it I appreciate your writing and love it thank you for your hard work 💕

They get hurt while running away from the police, but agent y/n helps them - part 1

Members: hyung line.

Genre: mafia!AU, reaction.

Premise: during a police chase, one of the mobsters ends up getting injured. Suddenly, you appear when he least expected it, willing to help him. You say you will see each other again in the future. With complete certainty: after all, you will guarantee it yourself.

TW: (V) = Violence.

Mafia Series Masterlist

Mafia Series Plot

Hii!! I hope you enjoy this post, and that it meets well your request!

I'm really happy to know that you like the things that I write! Thank youu!!! 💜❤😁

+ Sorry for the delay, I wanted to make a long version of this reaction. The part 2 is already posted!

"We'll see each other again, don't worry."

Namjoon:

The damn right leg. It was always that damn leg.

Namjoon gasped, lowering himself against the wall of the dark alley. The smell there was not at all pleasant, and the humidity certainly wouldn't leave his expensive suit unpunished, but he was too busy to care about that at the moment.

Everything happened in a flash: one hour, he was sitting comfortably on a soft leather sofa, talking to the leaders of the other two most important gangs in Seoul (maintaining good relations between partner companies was essential); on the other, he was running down the wet sidewalk, after escaping from the building through a side door. The damned police had somehow discovered the secret meeting, probably through a traitor, and had invaded the place, trying to kill three birds with one stone.

Even his security guards had stayed behind, exchanging shots with the police to give him enough time to escape. He hated having to escape, looking like a coward, but he knew it was necessary.

Another thing he hated: he couldn't run fast without dropping at least one of his weapons, or himself. It was in a fall on the wet street that he had injured his leg, the same one that had broken twice before, and that now was hurting again thanks to his shitty motor coordination. He knew he was being chased, so he got up and forced himself to run for several more blocks, until the pain became too unbearable to walk. It was at that moment that he hid in the alley, where he was until now.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the wet darkness. Without a gun, he could do nothing but watch, hoping his bad luck wasn’t that glaring that day.

When you turned into the alley with your weapon in your fists, using its wall for protection, you saw him immediately.

The mafia boss, sitting on the floor, with an empty expression.

Frowning, you checked if that was a trap and if there was someone around, but he seemed completely alone. Raising your voice, you announced your presence, and the first thing he saw was your well-equipped uniform.

- Hands up. Put them behind your head. - you said, with controlled calm.

Namjoon sighed, obeying slowly.

- I'm unarmed. You don't need to be alarmed.

- Get up and come over here. - you ordered, ignoring his words.

The mobster started to get up, but then he slid back down the wall. He tried a couple more times, until he gave up and lay motionless on the floor.

- Hurry up.

- I am unable. I think I broke my leg again. - he murmured, almost as if admitting it was a shame.

Suspicious, you didn't move forward initially. You checked the alley again, but no one was in sight. So, you decided to use a different strategy: you approached with the gun pointed at his head, after all, none of the henchmen would dare threaten the life of their leader (or at least that was what you hoped to be true).

- If you try anything "funny", I swear I'll kill you, okay? - you hissed, bending down in front of him.

The man's legs were stretched out in front of him, and the right was in an ugly position, proving that he was telling the truth. The bone must have torn the flesh, because a bloody wheel was beginning to form in his pants. It would be disgusting to anyone who was not used to brutality.

- How did you get hurt like that?

- Let's say that this specific bone is not the strongest. It is already the third incident that occurs with the poor thing. - he tried to laugh, perhaps to feel better about himself, but the pain prevented him.

You then took a deep breath. You couldn't leave the man bleeding there, even if he wasn't the best of people. It went against your values.

By slowly lowering the weapon (but keeping it within immediate reach), you began to roll up your uniform sleeves. The basic first aid classes you took when you joined the police would have to do.

- What will you do? - he asked, lost in hesitation and fear, as he noticed your approach.

- I will help you not to bleed a river. But it will really hurt, and it will be a really temporary solution. - you answered, seriously.

Without saying anything more, the man just fell silent, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face.

You put your hands firmly on his leg and, using the techniques you had learned, started to push. The pain was absurd, but he preferred to bite his lip until it bled rather than scream. Of course, being a fugitive from the police should be part of the motivation for not making too much noise.

The cracking of bones when they went back to place was hollow and dark, but at least the meat stopped being kept open. Taking a serious look at him, you noticed that the man was pale with pain, looking like he was about to pass out.

- Breathe in. The worst is over. - you replied, rummaging through your belt until you found the bandages you always carried along, in case of personal emergencies.

Carefully but firmly, you started to bandage his leg, just to stop the bleeding and keep the leg in place for as long as possible.

- Don't move too much, or you could make your situation even worse.

The man remained silent for a few minutes, just watching your serious expression and your nimble hands as you bandaged his leg. He wasn't sure about how to react, after all, that kind of situation was not quite what a mobster would expect from a police agent.

- Uh... why are you helping me?

You lifted your head, facing him directly.

- One of the most important parts of doing justice involves not letting anyone bleed to death. And even if your wound is not that deadly, I believe that waiting for a long time in a wet alley is not the most ideal healing scenario. - letting go and wiping your hands on the leftover gauze, you took your gun out of your belt and stood up - I'll give you the advantage of not immediately telling them where you are. But hope your henchmen find you fast.

He watched you walk away, going back cautiously to the exit of the alley.

- But... I... - unable to formulate a coherent sentence and not wanting to look like an idiot, Namjoon just gave up asking questions - I suppose that's what it means to be on the good side. Thank you anyway.

Surprisingly, you turned around one last time. The smile that shone on your face exposing all your teeth and lifting the corners of your mouth, giving you an air of extreme cleverness, took away the little breath that was left to Namjoon.

- Oh, but you don't need thank me now, because we will meet again. And next time, I'm not going to be that good. - clicking your tongue, you took a step towards the darkness - You better be well prepared.

So, you're gone, leaving him alone in the alley until the moment he would be found by the other gang members (which took a little longer than it should have).

Seokjin:

Shit!

That whole day was being terrible. First, Jin had started by clashing with members of a rival gang. Then the police arrived, shooting anyone they saw ahead. It was in the middle of so many fights that he ended up being shot in the palm of his hand, and his dominant hand!

Pressing his hand against his now-stained shirt chest, he continued walking through the seemingly empty industrial quarter, unsure of how to hold his revolver straight.

Everything should have been a simple negotiation, but things got off track too quickly.

His palm had already bled so badly that the entire front of his shirt was red. In addition, he could no longer move his fingers, which was a really bad signal. Containing a sob, he let a few tears roll down his face.

He was concerned with his own hand, but his biggest concern was if it would lose its usefulness forever. How would he be a hacker after that, without being able to type?

It was at that moment that you found him wandering alone and desperate. You had been looking for the fugitives in the more distant streets, to make sure they didn't get far. However, when you found the boy crying, a part of the adrenaline that dominated your mind dissipated. He barely held a gun, after all.

With patience, you announced your presence. When he saw you, he threw his head back in mourning, as if he were indignant at the heavens.

- I can't handle it right now! - he whimpered.

Rolling your eyes, you approached, your gun in hand.

- Don't worry, I won't shoot if you don't do anything stupid.

Eyes widening, he pulled his hand away from the body, in a strangled cry.

- How would I do it if there's a hole in my hand?!

Even a few feet away, the fact that it was possible to see through his hand was disturbing. The bullet had gone in and out, leaving a hole with color of blood, bones and nerves showing. Yes, the boy's despair was justified. You just kept calm because you've seen a lot of complicated situations like that before.

- You have to stop the bleeding!

- How am I going to do this with one hand?! - the silent tears continued to run down his face.

Sighing, you finally approached, scaring him by holding his hand.

- What is this?!

- A basic aid, considering that the nearest hospital is two kilometers from here. - you replied simply, taking improvised bandages from inside the jacket of your uniform.

There was not much to do about that hand other than to stop the bleeding. Avoiding looking at his blood-soaked shirt (which was not a pleasant sight at all), you began to wrap the wound with the fabric, covering the hole and tightening the bandage tightly.

He let out a sob of pain, but he didn't back down, knowing he needed to put up with it.

- Take good care of this wound.

He wiped his wet face with his healthy hand, sniffling.

- I don't even know if I'll have a hand after this! - the reaction would be comical if it weren't tragic. The panic in his voice was real.

So, you closed your expression, getting completely serious.

- You will take care of your hand and you will stop being pessimistic. It'll be there the next time we meet. - so, you gave a smile of certainty, small but absolute.

Then, moving away, you raised your weapon again, passing by him.

It took a few seconds for Seokjin to understand what you had said. The pain left him with slow thinking.

- Hey, next time?! - he exclaimed, turning in your direction.

Unfortunately, you were too far away to be stopped. He watched you leave for a much longer time than the expected.

Yoongi:

He was no longer able to walk, so he didn't force himself anymore. It didn't matter that he was inside the same building that the police were still in: he just couldn't get away anymore.

Limping painfully for a few more steps, he sat down in the narrow hall, resting his back against one of the walls. He and his two customers had been caught during the delivery of a shipment of heroin, and one of the damned customers had stabbed him to have time to escape. Literally.

With a small knife stuck in his thigh, Yoongi was actually slower than the others, easier to be captured. He was just lucky to be in the company of his most trusted friends, who came into conflict with the police just so he could run. He was worried about them now, of course, and he couldn't even repay their sacrifice and really escape. The pain was so much, and the blood on his clothes was so much, that his veins seemed to be filled with acid, which caused a burning sensation in his entire body.

Closing his mouth to try to hold his breath and feeling the sweat on his forehead, he leaned his head against the wall, looking at the ceiling for a few moments. The knife was still stuck in his leg and needed to be pulled out. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and counted to three. Then, lifting his trembling hands, he put them on the handle of the knife. That gesture alone was enough to make more cold sweat run down the back of his neck.

Then, as he prepared to pull the knife out, you appeared at the end of the hall. Wide-eyed, you observed the injured man and what he intended to do.

- Wait! Don't pull it! - you exclaimed, startling him.

I mean, Yoongi got scared, but the only thing he did was to turn his head slowly towards you, without really expressing fear.

You turned the other way, knowing that your colleagues were close. Specifically, a colleague who hated mobsters, and who would certainly have no mercy when shooting a man who was already injured. There was even a trail of drops of blood on the carpet, which went as far as the dealer was left.

- Why not? Sometime it will have to go. - he said, in a weak voice, with the tone of someone who no longer cared.

You slowly lowered your weapon when you realized that he was not carrying any gun. Then you looked at him again, snorting when you realized that you would need to act quickly.

Too many people had been hurt that day. You needed to fix the situation. Then, running up to him, you bent down in front of the man.

- You were stabbed in your thigh, that is full of important blood vessels. In addition, you are already bleeding too much. - you said, scolding him with some anger - If you pull the knife, it can make the situation worse and cause a much worse bleeding. Even though it hurts, the knife seems to be stopping the wound.

Too impressed by how straightforward you were, he just remained silent, nodding his head to signal that he would obey. In the distance, you heard your angered colleague's voice. Then you faced the mobster again, running your hands over his shoulders.

- I'm going to get you out of here and put you in a place where you're not in the immediate sight of a gun. But I can't do anything else. You will need hospital care.

Yoongi opened his eyes wide when you started to help him up, shocked by the situation as a whole.

- Why are you doing this? - he asked, his voice low and strangled with pain.

With effort, you managed to get him upright, but you were practically carrying his full weight.

- Because I think people should go through a fair trial, and not just get shot in the head like will happen if I leave you here. - striving to walk, you started down the corridor, towards the basement of the building - And make sure that your leg does not leave a trail of blood behind us, even if you have to tighten the fabric of your pants around the wound.

Again, he obeyed without protest, containing a cry of pain as he prevented the blood from dripping on the floor. He was shaking and sweaty, and the pain he was enduring must have been scary. Still, that was better than leaving him to die.

You followed as quickly as possible to the staircase, and each step was a sacrifice for Yoongi. The black mask you were wearing, part of the uniform, prevented him from seeing your face, but your eyebrows were frown at the smell of blood and the man in agony.

When you reached the basement, you hid the man behind a tall and heavy closet. The place was small, dusty and probably untouched for months. Still, you left him on the floor, sitting.

Stretching your aching back, you searched for the bad and cheap phone you used when you went to work, for emergencies. You turned it on and handed it over to the injured man, just before standing.

- Use this to call someone who can help you. It's the most I can do for you. - you said, as soon as he held the little electronic device.

Pale but with lively eyes, Yoongi took another deep breath to be able to speak through the pain.

- Thanks. - he said simply, closing his eyes when a flash of pain passed through his body. Then, he opened his eyes again - Isn't this phone tapped? It would be pretty easy to track me, then.

With a mysterious expression, you walked away. Even though you were wearing a mask, he could see the corners of your mouth going up to form a mysterious smile.

- You will have to find it out until the next time we meet. - you replied, taking your weapon from the belt just before leaving by the same staircase you had traveled before - Do not expect me to help you again.

Hoseok:

Hoseok was crying, something he hated to do. However, getting shot in the chest was not something that happened every day, and it was okay to cry in a situation like that.

With his hands pressed to the bleeding wound, he staggered down a deserted road in the hot dry night. The road was flanked by plantations, since it was located in the countryside, and the only noises there were that of the plants moving with the wind and that of the nocturnal animals.

He was afraid of those animals, after all, he smelled of blood. Still, nothing too dangerous should be there, as farmers would exterminate any creature. Even the "creature" himself, probably, if he appeared bleeding and wanted by the police in one of the houses far from the road.

He stumbled forward, needing to lean on one of the wooden fences. The pain in his chest was so strong that he had no idea where he was running to.

Suddenly, he felt the cold muzzle of a gun at the back of his head. As he bent over the fence, he stopped paying attention to the environment, and didn't notice when you approached silently.

- Hands up! - you hissed between teeth.

With a high-pitched cry, he remained in place.

- I'm using my hands to stop the bleeding from the shot your colleague gave me in the chest! - he exclaimed, his voice exuding real pain.

Swallowing hard, you wondered if it was true, and ordered him to turn around. When he did it, weak, the front of the shirt soaked in blood was proof enough.

The man's luck was that the shot had hit the right side of his chest and not the heart. The bullet was still lodged in his chest, but the bleeding was not aggressive enough to had hit an artery. That man was very, very lucky.

- Give me your gun. - you said, forcing the man to hand over his revolver. As soon as you made sure he was unarmed, you lowered your own weapon - Let me see.

By taking the man's hands away and looking more closely at the wound hole, you were sure that no very important veins had been hit. Then you started to take off the man's coat.

- Hey, what are you doing?! Isn't it enough that you invaded our place and killed 4 people?! - he exclaimed, irritated and scared.

Hearing those words was not pleasant, but they were true. So you didn't answer, just folding the jacket efficiently and wrapping it diagonally around his body, tying it tightly on his back.

- I'm helping you, you bastard.

Arching his eyebrows, he realized you were telling the truth.

- Why? - he asked, confused.

- Because nobody else is going to die today. I'll make sure of that. - you answered seriously - Now tighten the wound again. Prevent too much blood from being lost.

The man was already pale, but when he heard of blood, he became even more so. He swallowed hard, his face still wet with tears.

- Are you sure that I will not die?

You started to smile wryly, wanting to laugh at his crybaby face. However, as you watched his expression, you realized that his panic was real. You then changed your expression, smiling without showing your teeth but confidently.

- I am sure. We will meet in the future, because I will keep you alive. - you said, walking away - Now, run to the house after this plantation behind you and ask for help. I have to go back to the mission.

He wanted to say something else, but you were already walking away. The courage you gave him through your steady smile was enough.

He had the strength to run to the nearest house and ask for help.

Maknae line here.

The images used on this post are not mine, credits to the owners!

Kisses from the Goblin Kingdom! :)

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you’re the one that i want (part 24)

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(part 23) (series masterlist)

it was crazy how long days used to feel during this time just last year, after winer break started and the draining third and forth marking periods of school started.

usually, you’d be crumbling.

working your hardest to maintain your grades while also dealing with a toxic home environment. you loved school because it served as a safe haven away from that but it also drained and exhausted every bit of you.

but four months of your life now passed by unbelievably fast and you were handling everything well, good people around you that made schoolwork just a little more tolerable.

when you were struggling with math, mingi would help you during lunch. if you needed someone to test you with flashcards, yeosang would reward every correct answer with a piece of food. when a particular teacher gave you shit for anything, wooyoung was quick to cause some sort of chaos even if it meant getting detention.

and when everything just got too overwhelming and you never wanted to look at another book again, seonghwa was quick to clear your desk and drag you to bed. lay you down and hold himself above you until you were smiling and giggling as he pecked kisses down your neck.

you think it was solely because of him and the others and your aunt that june came so fast, only two weeks left of school and everyone buzzing with excitement; even with the whines and arguing coming from your lunch table.

“you’re really gonna make us stay in a hotel for the whole summer?” wooyoung asked, looking at seonghwa with distrust and hurt in his eye. “i thought we had fun at your house that time.”

because with only two weeks left of school meant only two weeks left of you and seonghwa commuting back and forth.

of seeing wooyoung, san, mingi and yeosang every day who have really grown to love this dynamic; so much so, they’ve been all but begging to spend the whole summer there with you two.

but to no one’s surprise, seonghwa wasn’t for the idea.

“no, you guys had fun. i was one second away from flinging myself off a fucking cliff.”

“that’s not fair,” san whines.

but the dirty blonde only quirks an eyebrow and asks if it was fair that he had to sleep on the floor on his own bedroom every night. or be rudely woken up and forced to make breakfast. or share his girlfriend and-

“no hotel, you guys could always stay with me,” you interrupt sweetly, a small smile on your face that only widens when you feel seonghwa glaring at you. your head cranes over to look him up and down, a smirk crossing your face as you shrug your shoulders carelessly.

“what?”

“yeah, what?” wooyoung asks, mimicking your higher voice causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“really? what?” seonghwa asks, annoyance and exasperation in his tone. “i don’t want you burning my girlfriend’s house down, that’s what.”

“girlfriend, this. girlfriend, that. we all know you have a girlfriend, okay.”

“what? girlfriend? i don’t have a girlfriend.”

everyone’s heads snap to the side when a new voice stammers those words out, yeosang finally arriving and standing there looking incredibly panicked and guilty.

it makes you in particular cock an eyebrow, the other boy’s “where the hell did you come from” and “we know you loser,” quickly turning back into whines and protests to seonghwa.

but for the the rest of lunch, you could only focus on how...odd yeosang is acting.

peeking at you every now and then before smiling awkwardly, checking his phone and trying to hide his smile, needing mingi or san to repeat themselves several times because he just seems so dazed and out of it.

when lunch ends, seonghwa is quick to stand up and grab your hand as per your usual walk to class together. but you take your hand from his hold and place it on his arm, standing up on your tippy toe to peck his cheek.

“can you go without me?” you ask softly, using a voice you know will always get him. “i wanna talk to yeosang for a second.”

“oh?” he mumbles, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear casually. “what about?”

“i don’t know, he was acting strange,” you say quietly, turning to see him gathering his stuff and checking his phone once more. “i wanna make sure he’s okay.”

the dirty blonde looks to yeosang and hums quietly, looking over his friend who meets his gaze.

“what?”

“why are you being a weird fuck?”

“seonghwa!” you squeal, smacking his chest before quickly ushering him away.

he lets out a loud chuckle before squeezing your hand once more, telling you he’ll meet you at the end of the period and meeting yeosang’s middle finger with one of his own.

“your boyfriend’s such a dick.”

a small smirk crosses your face as you shrug, looking the boy over with a suspicious look in your eye. a look that he catches and turns an endearing but humorous shade of red because of.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“because i think you got yourself a girlfriend,” you say, poking his arm as you two walk through the crowded, bustling hallways. he lets out a scoff before bumping into you, remembering to be gentle;

because the last time he did that, you smacked into a wall and he paid for it dearly - curtsey of seonghwa’s fist in his stomach.

“what makes you say that?”

“just a vibe,” you say, the sweet smile on your face morphing into a teasing one when he raises an eyebrow. “and you’re little ‘who me? i don’t have a girlfriend!’ was the icing on the cake, really.”

he stares blankly at you causing you to giggle, shrugging your shoulders as you promise you won’t tell anyone if that’s the case.

and it takes a little bit of persuading, just a pout on your lips before you remind him how mean he was to you when you first met for good measure.

“that’s not fair,” he sighs out, a smirk on your face as you shrug your shoulders.

and just as you knew you would, you find out he’s been seeing a girl for a few months. that they’re not official or serious, only having been on a few dates but enough time for him to really like her.

“she kind of scared the shit out of me at first,” he laughs out and you have to suppress the squeal threatening to leave your lips at the sappy look on his face. “she still kinda does but she’s also really fucking cool. i don’t know, i just like her.”

and once he sees the bright smile on your face, he knows he made a grave mistake.

“but don’t tell those shitheads yet, i wanna ask her out first.”

“oh? when you are going to? today? oh, my gosh and how?” you squeal excitedly, the initial budding of a romance something that always makes your heart soar. but it proves to only make yeosang roll his eyes, the sound of the bell blaring through the hall saving him.

“perfect timing,” he quips, your arm shooting out to push at him before he rushes down the hallway to his class.

“perfect timing.”

san narrows his eyes at you a few hours later at the cafe, a smirk crossing your face when you see wooyoung wave to you from the window; it’s almost the 6th shift in a row the boy has made him late for but he looks all too pleased with himself.

“he has no shame,” you hum lowly, giggling softly when you see a blush cross san’s face. “and neither do you, apparently.”

“stop,” he whines, hitting you lightly in the arm. “you have to be nice, we only have a few weeks left together here.”

because as much as you love san and this cafe, commuting during the summer would’ve been an absolute nightmare. and his parents had been the ones to suggest it, telling you they would never in a million years fire you but wanted you to enjoy your summer.

“and you can’t do that if you’re trapped in a car ten hours a week,” they said, before taking notes from their son and promptly pushing free cookies and cakes down your throat.

but you’re really gonna miss this place. even if you’re only away from it for a few months, it acted as a safe haven when you really needed one. was one of the only places where you’d have a smile on your face and not feel like your life was falling apart at the seams.

“what do you mean? you guys are staying with me,” you say, looking at him like a confused puppy in a way that makes him smile.

“seonghwa’s not gonna allow that.”

“well luckily, it’s not up to seonghwa. it’s up to me and my aunt.”

san bites the inside of his cheek to hold back his smirk, looking at you with a quirked up eyebrow causing you to mirror his expression.

“what?”

“just keep that energy when he’s around too,” the boy teases before his eyes dramatically bat and his face becomes one of a lovesick teen. “but seonghwa, pleaseee,” he whines, doing a lousy impression of your voice that makes you smack his shoulder.

but your fight and quarreling is quickly interrupted by the uncharacteristically abrupt entrance of bo-ra, the once shy girl coming out of her shell a little bit more everyday.

you were happy you were able to keep your friendship with them despite the fact they were at different school, always having at least two customers a day who you could guarantee would make you and san smile.

“you guys will never believe this.”

and right when bo-ra tells you jojo has been seeing a boy for a few months now, you almost don’t believe it. not only because of the crazy coincidence that yeosang, too, has been seeing a girl for the past few months but because it might be jojo.

it almost seemed as if the girl had sworn off any and all high school boys because they are “mean, idiotic assholes who think with the wrong, less impressive head.”

and yeosang being the one to change that perspective? you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of it all.

how yeosang, at one point, was the exact description of that. how, really, all of them were like that except the sweet blonde throwing his head back in laughter at this information.

“no way, who is he? and what’s wrong with him?”

you both let out a snort and hit the boy playfully, bo-ra putting a finger to her lips as she looks at san chastisingly.

“stop it, they’re coming any second now! i ran ahead because i could not stand to watch them awkwardly bump arms and blush any longer. but act natural. pretend i didn’t tell you. in fact, maybe you guys should act like you don’t even-”

but the second the door rings open, san is up and over to them in a second. he’s so hot in pursuit he doesn’t even realize it’s the familiar brown-haired boy, teasing eyes on jojo as he greets them with a tray of cookies.

“i gotta give it to jojo, i never thought anyone would be able to-”

and it’s at hearing the lowly mumbled “shit,” under his breath that makes san stop talking, snapping his head over to see no other than yeosang looking at him with a half annoyed, half guilty expression.

“yeosang?”

the last two weeks of school for you, and mostly everyone else, were great. the work was light, the teachers were lenient and every single person was in good spirits and anticipating the fun and relaxation that came with summer.

the last two weeks of school for yeosang, however, were...disastrous. because not only was everyone giving him shit for having a girlfriend, they were chastising him for keeping it a secret.

“it wasn’t a fucking secret! i just hadn’t asked her officially yet and i wanted to wait until-”

“we went through this shit before and we’re not about to do it again,” mingi says, whacking the top of the brunet’s head before looking at you and seonghwa. “no offense guys.”

“none taken,” you giggle out as you shake your head, seonghwa rolling his eyes before pulling you into him further. you smile softly against him and meet his gaze, smirking at the look on his face and leaning up to peck his cheek.

it’s a look that only gets more annoyed and tense as the conversation goes into summer, his arm still tightly around you serving as the only thing to keep him grounded and sane.

the same way you’re the only thing keeping him sane now, you in the front seat of his car while wooyoung, mingi, san and yeosang all flail around and hit each other in the back. the trunk is full of suitcases and bags filled enough for two months because, of course, he had lost that battle.

“i’ll definitely be a better surfer, are you fuckin’ nuts?”

“no fucking way, you’re too lanky.”

“well you’re too short! did you stop growing at age eight?”

seonghwa looks over at you, a pained expression on his face at the juvenile conversation in the back and you can only tighten your hold on your intertwined hands.

look down and smile at not only the banter of the boys and your boyfriend’s utter annoyance but the way his hand holds yours so securely.

how they fit together perfectly as you trace your other fingers over the black rings and veins of his hand.

“it’s gonna be fine,” you tell seonghwa softly, surprised he can even hear you despite the chaos in the back. “they could always stay with me if you need a break.”

but he only looks over at you and shakes his head, bringing your hand to his lips before he tightens his hold on you.

“absolutely not, i could never put you through that.”

you let out a snort before wooyoung’s head is directly between you both, his arms on the console and neck snapping back and forth as he begs seonghwa for surfing lessons to prove mingi wrong.

and much to the taller boy’s dismay, wooyoung actually did prove to be the better surfer.

because after only two days of you guys going down to the ocean, seonghwa’s reluctant help in teaching him, though nowhere near as thorough as the lessons he provided last year, proved that the brunet was just somehow naturally gifted at it.

“how does it feel to fucking suck?” wooyoung laughs at mingi, watching the boy roll in clumsily after being knocked by waves. his wet hair’s a mess of tangles and seaweed and yunho can only watch from the beach with a frown on his face.

“he’s trying though,” the tall boy whines to you, a giggle leaving your mouth as you shake your head.

“i know, he really is,” you say, the two of you laughing again as mingi jumps up and tries to dunk wooyoung under water. you two watch as the shorter boy gets away, much to mingi’s annoyance, and he looks at you two with a dejected look.

“come here,” yunho yells down to mingi, his large hand flagging the boy over. but he only lets shake his head and tells him to go there, that he needs his help now and is gonna cry if he doesn’t.

and what mingi wants from the boy, he gets almost immediately. because you don’t know if you’ve ever seen yunho move so fast, rolling your eyes at how easy he gives in before you lay back down and enjoy the warm sun on your skin - but only for a few moments.

because then you feel a familiar pair of arms around you, your eyes shooting open just in time to see you’re being thrown over seonghwa’s shoulder as he’s heads to the ocean. you squeal and hit his back and tell him he better not throw you in but you don’t even have to see him to know there’s a smirk on his face.

he goes in until it’s waist deep before promptly throwing you down, the freezing june water making you squeal out before popping up with a gasp.

“seonghwa!”

“i’m sorry, baby, but i had to,” he whines, circling his arms around your waist. you narrow your eyes but welcome his touch anyway, even jump up and wrap your legs around his hips in a move you’re all too familiar with in this ocean.

“you really didn’t,” you whine softly but he can only kiss your salty lips and you smile against them, meeting the chaste, sweet kiss back immediately. your arms wrap around his neck when his tongue slips in just a little teasingly, pushing yourself further into him and smiling when he pulls back.

“it’s broad daylight,” his deep voice chokes out warningly, your one hand snaking down to trace the lines of his stomach teasingly.

“you started it,” you quip back playfully, trying so desperately to remember there are far too many people around to repeat what happened several times right in this ocean.

but how could you forget? especially with the scoffs and splashing coming from just a few feet away from you.

“hey sickos, i’m pretty sure you can get arrested for that,” yeosang yelps, seonghwa pulling away to sneer at him while you hide your face in embarrassment because he’s probably right.

you can feel the dirty blonde smile against your head as you hide in his neck, seonghwa’s fingers threading through your hair before pulling your face back to look at him.

he can’t help but snort when he sees the pink flush on your cheeks, knowing it’s not from the sun because he made sure to put sunscreen on you before coming down to the beach today.

“did you put on sunscreen?”

your face drops and the guilty look in your eyes causes him to groan. he drops his board and takes the black bag from his back, zipping it open and pulling out a bottle of sunscreen.

“here.”

and you already know better than to refuse, taking it with a wince and quiet “thank you.”

he watches you rub it over your arms and shoulders, feeling your cheeks warm as his eyes stay on you. “did you put some on?” you ask, in an effort to distract yourself from his piercing gaze.

but he only nods his head, picking his board up and dusting off some sand and dirt as his eyes remain on you. you squirt some more on your hand before giving it to him with a grateful smile, rubbing it in and then wiping the excess on your face.

“thank you,” you tell him. “i always forget to put it on which would explain why i’m a little-”

“missed some,” he hums lowly, his hand slowly reaching out so his thumb can rub in the lotion on your cheek.

he does everything so smoothly and nonchalantly while you inhale sharply, your lips parting and watching him with wide eyes. it was the first indication that his touch was gonna be gentle this week, his hands softer than you expected. his eyes meet yours when he pulls his hand back, raising his eyebrow when he sees your face.

“you good?”

yeah, i’m good, you think, i just have a handsome boy touching my face about to put me in cardiac arrest.

he plays the memory over in his head and can’t help but smile, your eyes catching his dazed look along with the softer look in his eye.

“what?” you squeak, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

“nothing,” he says, shrugging his shoulders before tightening his hold on you. “i just love you.”

because he can’t help but think about those times last year, when he was bitter and jaded and so closed off to feeling anything positive. it’d all been a mask, of course, but he’d worn it for so long he didn’t know if he’d ever learn how to be without it.

but that was until he saw you, started everything with you right here in the form of soft, guiding touches that lingered just a little too long and shy looks back and forth that should’ve made him realize this was gonna be the result.

him so easily telling you he loves you, with any and everyone around to hear him say it so surely. biting back a smile and feeling his heart lurch in his chest when your face softens and mouth drops open.

because even though you know he loves you, know that he says it several times a day and means it every time, it’s these random little moments that make your heart flutter the most.

when he’s saying it for no other reason than that he wants you to hear it, that he becomes fully consumed by the feeling just from watching you smile or feeling you against him.

but you still can’t help but blush as you softly tell him you love him too, his skin littered with water droplets and the sun shining behind him so devastatingly familiar and handsome.

your arms tightly wound around his neck before he twirls you around and nearly sends you flying under water, your giggle and seonghwa’s deep chuckle echoing through the salty air.

but it’s quickly cut off by another voice, one much harsher and not so giddy.

“jesus christ,” yeosang grumbles, you and seonghwa snapping your heads over to see him looking at you both. “please don’t tell me i’m gonna look this pathetic.”

“fuck off,” seonghwa snaps. but you can only smack him lightly and look at yeosang with a raised eyebrow, because you’ve actually seen him and jojo together and can confirm they’re just as pathetic as you two.

“of course you do,” you say, your eyes moving back to shore as a small, teasing smile crosses your face. “because look, jojo just got here.”

and the way yeosang’s face brightens and his head snaps to the side is the first indication you’re absolutely correct. his eyes roaming the beach and softly spoken “where is she?” making you feel just a little bit bad for lying.

the girls did, however, make it just a few days later for a weekend trip. yeosang greeted jojo just as pathetically as he feared to look, his arms wrapping around her body and pressing a kiss to her head like they hadn’t seen each other in months.

mumbled that he missed her and how pretty she looked and you had to turn your face into seonghwa’s chest so you didn’t squeal.

it was nice to see them both so vulnerable. when you first met them, they were harsher and colder, with walls not so easy to break down that always made them sneer in the face of love. made them question couples that made it seem like the end of the world when they were apart.

but now, they’re going through that dilemma firsthand with all the other couples, when talk of a girl sleepover and boy sleepover happen, san being looped into the former purely due to bo-ra’s request.

“what, no,” wooyoung whined, arm reaching out to pull the blonde back by the shirt. “he has to be with us. he’s technically a boy.”

“technically?” san asks, snapping his head to the side to look the pouting boy.

"but there’s already too many of you, yunho’s parents will go crazy,” you say, walking over and smacking wooyoung’s hand off the blonde. “and you get to see him all the time. bo-ra and jojo are only here for the weekend.”

“b-but,”

“i’ll be back to you in the morning, drama queen, since i’m only technically a boy,” san says, secretly far too excited with a night away from them; he loves his friends and woo but sometimes they get even a little too crazy for him, having grown used to spending all his time with you.

and of course, you don’t miss your own boyfriend’s reluctance to let you go but can only assure him with a sweet smile and teasing shake of the head before you all run inside and lock the doors.

it takes your aunt all of two seconds to fall in love with your new friends, a spread of dessert and soda in wine glasses (except for her own) keeping you occupied well into the night.

you all laugh until tears are in your eyes and your sides hurt, the boys just a house away hearing the ruckus through the open windows.

“do you think...they’re talking about us?” wooyoung asks seonghwa and yeosang, the dirty blonde rolling his eyes as yeosang’s mouth drops open.

“oh, my god do they do that?” the brunet asks, shock and horror in his voice as both boys turn to look at seonghwa.

the dirty blonde is tapping on his phone before he feels eyes on him, looking over to see his two friends staring at him wildly.

“what is wrong with you guys?”

“let’s sneak over. i can’t take not knowing what they’re laughing about.”

“what if they’re talking about our...”

another loud chorus of giggles and cackles rings through the window and it causes yeosang and wooyoung to shoot away from the window, paranoia quickly creeping up on them.

“shit! they’re they go again. what the hell could be so damn funny?”

“they must be getting details from jojo now,” seonghwa says casually, wooyoung snorting as yeosang’s head snaps to him in outrage.

and while you guys might’ve been talking about them a little, you’d never let them know that. you’d never let them know you actually shared about how sweet and thoughtful they could all be, even given their flaws.

but somewhere between talking and laughing and then going out in the pool, stormy clouds rolled in and before you knew it, rain and thunder was pelting against your window.

blankets and pillows were sprawled out across your aunt’s couch as you all laid there cuddled into one another, san’s head on your foot while your head rested on jojo’s shoulder.

it took one movie to knock them out and then another for last girl, now just you with the darkness and roaring weather outside quickly making you miss the boy next door.

you’d gotten used to having him every night; more often than not, you slept together and woke to one another and now you’re feeling just a little hypocritical for tearing wooyoung and san away from each other so easily.

because you’re quick to sneak away from your three sleeping friends, cover them with blankets and turn of the tv, before sneaking into your room.

one particularly loud crack of thunder causes you to jump, cursing yourself when you check the pockets of your pajamas and realize you forgot your phone downstairs.

“shit,” you mutter under your breath, about to turn around and make your way back down when you hear a knocking on your balcony door.

and then suddenly, your life feels very much so like a horror movie - no means to communicate with anyone, the howling wind and darkness outside, a mysterious knocking at a door that the character is stupidly going to investigate.

but maybe it’s because, somehow, you knew your soaking wet boyfriend was gonna be standing on the other side.

“i texted you,” he says simply, like he’s not standing out in the pouring rain or giving you a mini heart attack.

“you could’ve rang the doorbell!” you whisper-yell, pulling him inside before telling him to stay there. you run frantically around your room for a towel and an extra set of his clothes you ‘borrowed’ before throwing them at him.

“why did you do that, you’re gonna get sick!”

and despite your rush of adrenaline to save him, another crack of thunder causes you to jump and he can’t help the smirk that crosses his face.

“you’re really asking me that?”

“i told you i’m not scared of thunder,” you say surely, taking his wet clothes and hanging them in the bathroom before seeing he made himself quite comfortable in your bed.

it’s upon hearing another boom outside, shaking the house and causing a squeal to leave your mouth, that you quickly scurry in next to him. cuddling yourself into him and resting your head on his chest as he wraps an arm around you tightly.

he smiles against your head and doesn’t comment on the pounding of your heart against him, how any time a loud crack of thunder comes, you cling onto him just a little tighter the way you always do during a storm.

“i’m not scared,” you insist, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“i know, baby, i just missed you,” he mumbles against your head, bringing your face to his so he can place a kiss on your lips. he tightens his hold on your hair when you deepen it, reach up and part of your mouths before moving up to straddle his hips.

and despite the growing hardness you feel underneath you the more you kiss, he never tries to take it further. you just kiss and giggle and smile against the others mouth until you rest your head back on his chest, the feeling of his hand rubbing your back and softly spoken “i’m here, baby,” lulling to the sleep despite the storm outside.

even though you’ll both be awakening to a different type of storm tomorrow, when wooyoung and yeosang discover seonghwa had snuck out and made his way to the house next door.

(part 25)

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#these last 2 are just fluffy nonsense tbh <3 #i have a migraine so this was bare minimum #srry :/#seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #ateez #ateez fluff #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa imagines #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios

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what if when neil found out steve and billy are dating, instead, he goes and beats the shit out of Steve to teach billy a lesson

“billy, shut up or i’m telling steve!”

the pause in the air was so pregnant that nobody dared to move.

billy felt his pulse shoot up so high he was sure he was going to vibrate off of the chair he sat on. he could see the fork in his hand wobble more and more violently as he willed it to stay still.

this was exactly what happened last time.

being too joke-y and playful, max saying something just incriminating enough, and the whole universe coming to a pause, just to jeer and laugh at poor billy hargrove.

the dinner was nice, one of the better ones susan had made, and everyone in the house was smiling.

max and billy were closer than ever, even before the move out to indiana, and felt like true siblings, much to the delight of both parents.

neils nose scrunched. he looked back and forth around the table before raising his steel eyes to meet max’s.

“who’s steve?”

max knew she’d done it this time. she was cornered and her face was burning with shame for what she brought on billy, what she brought on herself, what she brought on the house.

“one of billy’s friends. he babysits dustin sometimes. drives him around, ya know?”

max sounded causal. and it wouldn’t have been suspicious had the room not had a tense air that hadn’t been present prior to the move.

“friend?” neil moved his eyes over to billy, who instantly straightened his posture and set his face as blank as possible. “billy, you’re finally making good friends here?”

billy’s eyes scanned up and down his fathers figure before nodding, “yes, sir,”

neil smiled, “well, that’s great to hear,” and continued eating his vegetables.

billy didn’t move. this seemed like a trick.

there is no way that neil hargrove had so easily brushed off a comment like that without causing a fit or threatening to kill.

billy could still feel the phantom pains that came with the beating after neil had found out about harry.

billy had never experienced that much pain, never felt so fearful for his life as his dads boot pressed into his neck.

how bad it hurt when neil ripped out his original earring and pulled out his hair.

how he couldn’t sit straight for weeks, but still forced himself to in order to seem proper and kind and sweet, like the good son he is.

billy remembers the crunch of his ankle when he fell down to the floor. he remembers the threat on his life if neil even found a trace of billy acting the way he did.

worst of all, he remembers the way his heart ripped itself in half, every string connecting it being brutally ripped and burned on the ends to ensure there was no connecting it back together on the night he told harry he was leaving.

told him not to stay in touch, not to find his new number or his new address. not to even so much as think about billy for too long, in fear that neil would just know.

how he sat in the johnson’s backyard sunroom in the late afternoon and sobbed in harry’s arms.

how he had his right leg on the side of the couch, a big blue cast making it heavier and the splint he had on his wrist making it hard to grab at harry’s shirt.

how harry stroked at his hair and never mentioned the patch in the back that was gone, completely bald in that one spot. never mentioned how billy’s earring had moved sides and how there were three small stitches holding the other ear together.

and, now, billy having to see neil sit at a table and act like nothing happened, he almost felt more afraid than he did then.

monday morning, after billy’s weekend from hell. and no, it’s not what you’re thinking.

billy didn’t get hit once. didn’t get any dirty looks or obsessive nagging from neil.

of anything, neil seemed to smile at billy more that weekend.

billy didn’t dare step out of line, though. he offered to do dishes every night and did everyone’s laundry. he sat in the family room at night and was kind and sweet. didn’t leave the house once, nor did he make any phone calls.

and he was more on edge than ever.

driving him and max to school that day was like a breath of fresh air. even if it was kinda cow-shitty air, it wasn’t neil’s air.

billy pulled up to the middle school curb to let max out, but she didn’t move.

when billy turned to look at her, he saw her staring, slack jawed at something in the high school parking lot.

when billy turned his head, he wished he hadn’t seen it.

steve.

steve with his arm in a cast and sitting in a sling. steve with his face bloodier and more bruised than billy had ever made it look. steve waking with a limp as he got into the school doors.

“you don’t think—“ max couldn’t even finish her sentence before billy felt rage take over his entire body.

“get out. go to class. if i don’t pick you up today, go home with one of your friends. do you understand?”

max quickly said yes and got out of the car, billy whipping into his usual parking space before getting out and running, yes running, to steve, who was still trying to get through the front door.

“steve—“ billy stopped a few feet away as steve finally got the door open and walked into the halls.

billy chased after him, which wasn’t hard (steve was limping) but the sheer amount of people in the halls was hard to get around.

“steve! steve, stop!” billy forced himself through the hallways, never remembering them being this crowded before, or maybe that was his anxiety talking.

“steve,” billy finally stopped as he got in front of steve.

“billy, i really don’t want to talk to you right now,”

steve’s eyebrows did that weird thing where they scrunch in the middle and make the ends push down. they make him look more tired than he already is.

“no, no!” billy was freaking out. even without looking, he knew his hands were shaking worse than they ever had before.

“just—“ billy looked around before seeing the boy’s bathroom, gently pushing steve through the doors before locking the two of them in there together.

“bil—“

“is anyone in here!?” billy asked as he peaked under the stalls and checked every inch of the bathroom.

“this is my fault, but you gotta tell me what happened, steve,”

“i—i don’t even know!” steve looked around the bathroom as he leaned, defeated, against the wall next to the towel dispenser.

“you don’t know!?” billy was shouting, “did he come to your house? was this like an ambush thing? did he say anything to you? you have to give me something, steve!”

“i—i,” steve was floundering for the words to tell billy.

“he just— saturday night, i was coming home from dustins and i had to stop and pick up some milk from the 24-hour store and i came out and three of my tires were slashed.

“so i set down my stuff at the car and go back in to ask to use a phone, but someone yanks me back to the alley behind the store and beats the shit out of me, billy!”

billy was rubbing his hands over the stubble on his chin as he tried to process steve’s story.

“told me to stay the fuck away from his son and that he’d kill me if he found out i even looked at you again, alright! all while he’s shoving his foot into my elbow, but not before he pulls up on my wrist and breaks my arm!”

“oh my god,” billy stumbles backwards until his back hits the wall between the sinks, then he starts to slide down until he’s sitting on the floor, forcing himself not to cry.

steve huffs out something that sounds like “yeah” before moving to sit down too.

“did you tell anyone?”

“i didn’t know if i should,”

“you didn’t tell anyone!?”

“what was i supposed to say!?”

“that a psycho jumped you in the alley! what did you tell the hospital?”

steve was quiet for too long.

“you went to the hospital, right!?”

“not... exactly,”

“you fixed your own broken arm?”

“no.” steve looked down then around at the stalls, “i had jonathan help me,”

“steve!”

“well i needed someone to pick me up and i knew he wouldn’t ask questions!” steve admits. “would you want me to tell people?”

yes.

billys first thought. of course steve should have called the cops or gone to a hospital. neil hargrove should be arrested for what he did to steve.

no.

the logical part of billy’s brain says. if they take him to court over something like this, it could have too many repercussions.

for one, neil could tell everyone that his son and steve harrington are gay and fucking each other.

plus, it would force neils... home tendencies to come up at some point, and if it didn’t work out in a pretty liberal cali, then nobody in conservative indiana is going to berate neil for ‘taking care of’ his gay son.

it’s a lose-lose situation.

“billy?”

his blue eyes snap back to steve’s face: still kind and reassuring with the huge, grotesque scabs and swelling scattered everywhere.

“it’s why he didn’t do anything,”

the comment, said mostly to billy himself, caught steve’s interest, “what?”

“max... talked about you at dinner friday, and he didn’t do anything. i was waiting all weekend for him to snap and he never did, smiled more, even. now i know why,”

they sat together in thought for a while, a good ten minutes after the late bell rang, before billy cleared his throat.

“you said he slashed your tires?”—steve nodded—“you get ‘em replaced?”—steve nodded again—“did you drive yourself to school today?”

“yea—billy where is this going?”

before steve even got a read on billy’s face, the bathroom door was unlocked and swinging open, billy racing out.

steve, crippled as he may be, managed to get off the floor with his bum leg and broken arm, walking after a brief glimpse of billy as he turned corners before leaving out to the student parking lot.

billy was at steve’s car before he was, reaching through the open windows and popping the trunk, bitching about how steve needs to roll his windows up because people are gonna steal his car.

he reached into the trunk and grabbed the nail bat he knew steve would have there (the bat goes where steve goes).

“hey! billy!” steve is yelling to an empty parking lot, the only response being steve’s trunk slamming shut and billy marching over to his own car before getting in and screeching out of the lot.

steve was still standing there, speechless, as he watched the quick blue car shoot down the road.

steve, ever being the hero, limped back to the school, rifling through his pockets for loose change to push into the phone before dialing the byers house.

joyce picked up after two rings.

“hello, byers house,”

“is hopper there!?” his voice came out scratchy and worn.

“steve?”

“joyce! is hopper there?”

“he’s about to leave for work, why do yo—“

“put him on the phone! now!”

“o—ok,”

there’s rustling and muffled voices on the other line before steve hears hoppers gruff voice ask what he needs.

“i need you to do me a cop-like favor but as hopper, not a cop,”

“kid—“ hopper sighed and steve could just imagine him running a hand down his face. “i’ve gotta get to work and i don’t have t—“

“i think someone may be getting really hurt but i’ve been asked—well, not asked, but it’s been implied—that i shouldn’t get cops involved but i need you to do this for me, hopper!”

“is it... lab stuff?”

“no! this is like—halfway murder stuff!”

“who and where?”

“billy’s house. i think,”

hopper sighed and was quiet for a moment before giving a quick ‘i’ll go check it out,’

“not as a cop!”

“not as a cop,”

and steve felt useless. he knew he wouldn’t be able to go into class and feel ok.

hell, even if everything turned out alright, steve wasn’t sure when this fluttery, anxious feeling in his stomach would go away.

so, as a sane person would do, steve started slowly driving to billy’s house. not slowly, but the speed limit. just to give billy and hopper time to do something and steve wouldn’t get yelled at by billy for ‘getting in the middle of it.’

but when steve does get there, boy oh boy!

there’s a truck that’s got holes and dents all around it, windows smashed in and the wheels all flat, billy panting with the nail bat held limply in his hand.

neil, however, was standing on the porch, dressed ready for work, holding a shotgun at billy.

steve was parked a bit down the street, but the screaming could be heard with just his windows rolled down.

nothing sounded like anguished yells of pain, just hurtful jabs and ruthless words being spat back and forth.

steve couldn’t have wished harder for hopper to hurry the fuck up.

steve was intently watching the two men, both seeming to think they had the upper hand, when he heard the cocking of a gun taken off safety.

he sees billy’s blond hair start moving backwards, away from the house right as he catches a glimpse of a tan truck in his rear view mirror. hopper.

neither of the hargroves have noticed hoppers truck.

neil shoots a warning shot, one that goes a foot above billy’s head and into the wooded area in front of their house.

billy backs up quicker.

hopper turns his sirens on.

billy’s head shoots left to see the two cars.

neil’s finger lifts off the trigger.

hopper parks the truck, having already called for backup the second he saw neil holding a gun at his son.

he gets out, has that intimidating air about him that makes everything else quiet.

“we doin’ alright here?” hopper asks, hands resting on his belt, close to his gun.

“everything’s fine,” neil grits out.

“‘everything’s fine’ but you’re holding a gun at your boy. explain that to me,”

“listen here, pig, i don’t need you tellin me how i can raise my kids!”

“not questioning your parenting, just your choice of punishment,”

“he broke up my car!” neil yelled, hopper looked over to the (absolutely demolished) truck. “i told him, i told him he ain’t messin with what’s mine and the boy didn’t listen! so i’m just showin’ him how the real world is gonna come at him!”

“the real world is going to shoot him?” hopper asks with a quirk of his eyebrow.

billy has backed up all the way to the end of the driveway, behind where hopper was standing, and steve has gotten out of his car and was walking across neighboring lawns to get closer to billy.

he finally reaches billy.

“what the hell are you doing?” billy asks with wide eyes at steve, trying to keep quiet and not alert his dad and hopper.

“i—i’m not really sure,”

“jesus, you’re an idiot,” billy grumbles as he watches hopper and neil get closer as they talk.

the men are getting within ten feet of each other when hopper gets neil to put the gun down, even closes the part on his tool belt that has his gun.

neil comes off the porch, he and hopper are close, like two feet.

they’re talking quietly, and as much as steve and billy want to know what they’re saying, they don’t dare move any closer.

“—that boy!”

they only catch the end of the sentence, but neil is pointing at steve and hopper has his head turned with a disappointed look at steve.

“you couldn’t have waited in the car?” hopper groans and neil looks outraged.

“you’re telling me you support this abomination!? this is your doing, isn’t it? you allow things like this in your town? do you!?”

hoppers face looks calm.

“yeah, yeah i do,” he smiles, the mustache lifts with the rest of his face. then neil takes a swing at him.

they get into a brawl, but neil, however easy it is for him to beat up teenagers, can’t take hopper. not even on his best day.

hoppers backup shows up soon after, neil getting shoved into the back of a cop car with handcuffs (god, billy wishes he could get a picture of that).

hopper gets statements from steve and billy and susan and max. even mrs. garibaldi, the neighbor whose window looks right into the hargrove house and has written down dates and descriptions of what she sees (what a godsend, that woman is).

hopper has friends with high positions, good lawyer friends who don’t mind doing a good thing for a bad situation.

everything works out in the end.

plus, steve has a gnarley scar along the side of his neck, leading to his ear that billy enjoys kissing all the time. (and a lifetime of aches from waiting three days to do to the hospital for his backwards arm!)

#stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #billy x steve #steve x billy #tw homophobia #tw gun violence #tw guns #tw gun #tw abuse #mw harringrove #mediocre—writing

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years

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casual catastrophes — sakusa kiyoomi

2.6k words | genre/s: uni!au, fluff | warning/s: kinda nsfw (i tried lol) | pairing: sakusa x f!reader

↪︎ in which his jealous actions spoke louder than his words

a/n: request for @study-milk, sorry for the long wait! i still hope you enjoy it overall

also i cant write smut for shit so i turned it into something poetic instead LMAO like honestly i have no idea how people write this so casually i couldn’t stop laughing the entire time

you were an untamed disarray in the morning. you looked at the world through a lens of thunderous fatigue as you finally managed to get some sleep in the past couple of days of nonstop assignments and projects. you loathed the hour at which you were forced to wake, from the tweeting of morning songbirds to the chattering of voice of the morning news droning through the placid dewy air of the new day.

your slender fingers slithered through your knotted hair, pulling the linen sheets of of you as you groaned honey through your teeth. you stretched up high until you could practically touch the clouds through the tips of your fingers until it lulled you awake rather than knee-jerk movements of the daily routine of getting out of bed. it was finally the weekend which meant no classes for a couple of days and you were eternally grateful. despite the short break between weeks being only two days, it was surely enough for you to have fun and relax, not to mention that your best friend had just arrived last night from travelling abroad.

you and your best friend, kaito, had been close ever since you had punched him square on the nose in elementary school after he made fun of you. you supposed that the impact had hurt him enough to think he would like to be best friends with you forever.

kaito had been on your side for as long as you could remember. you would always attend the same middle and high schools, helping you through your darkest days, your highest of highs, and even the lowest of lows. hell, kaito was even there for you when you were head over heels for sakusa. if anything, it was your best friend you had to thank for you to even be with sakusa kiyoomi in the first place. you two got together your second year of high school and have been going strong even now that you both were in your last year in university.

it was honestly quite the shame that you and kaito ended up following separate paths after graduating high school. you decided to stay in tokyo with sakusa while kaito travelling abroad and living his best life.

as if your body was on autopilot, you found yourself already making your way out of your shared bedroom of your shared apartment with sakusa, sighing to yourself as you gently shut the door behind you. following the sound of the television’s soft chattering from the small living room, you glanced upon your boyfriend making breakfast and cooking his morning away tot he smell of chamomile tea and eggs.

“morning,” he muttered, quickly flickering you a glance before focusing his attention back on the eggs. he was in the process of making yours and he was well aware of how picky you were with how your eggs were cooked.

“good morning,” you greeted with that smile he always liked seeing. you settled yourself atop one of the bar stools as you waited for him to finish, “we got visitors today.”

sakusa’s brows arch as he plated your breakfast and making his way towards you. “visitors? who? what time are they coming so i can clean properly?”

you shook your head with a light chuckle left your lips, “you don’t have to do that, you know as i think you know who’s coming.” you say, thanking the boy before you as you stabbed your fork into your eggs. “besides, we’re probably going out to hangout.”

a hum of acknowledgement emitted from sakusa as you could’ve swore he made a strange look when you mentioned visitors. you didn’t even mention kaito’s name, but you knew that he knew who you were talking about.

shaking the thought out of your head, you and your boyfriend ate breakfast in the serene silence. your eyes hadn’t even meet each other as your gazes were both locked upon the television screen.

sakusa found himself waiting, sitting on one of the bar stools at some random pub in downtown tokyo that you had dragged him to in order to meet kaito. he let out an inaudible sigh as he pulled his white face mask higher up on the bridge of his nose as he watched your honey drenched eyes scan the crowds every five minutes.

sakusa had a terrible habit of staring at you in the midst of the silence between you two. he often thought of his gazes to be of a nuisance, but he was well aware that you would’ve called him out on it if you truly found it annoying. trust me, he learned this the hard way when you two first started dating. if anything, he took it to his own advantage to memorize every feature upon your face. the volleyball player’s face seemed to light up the same way yours did as your eyes widened at the sight before you—kaito and a friend of who decided to tag along.

“kaito!” you called out to her best friend, pulling sakusa from his trance and towards the arriving pair.

“feels like i haven’t seen you in eons, (y/n).” kaito laughs as he pulls you into a tight hug. sakusa’s eyes flickered down to how dangerously close your friend’s hands were wrapped around you.

a curt smile melted upon your lips, “well, this is the longest we’ve been apart.”

“true, but i’m honestly surprised you haven’t gone insane without me keeping you in check all the time.” jests kaito, a tone lacing his words with a raised brow upon his face.

you scoff, “as if! i though your expected between from me.” you mused before gesturing to your boyfriend that your best friend had failed to even greet, “besides, sakusa has taken over that job.”

it was then kaito had finally nodded towards the masked individual as you were too occupied introducing yourself to kaito’s plus one. eventually the four of you found yourselves sitting on the bar stools in a row, with you being in the middle of kaito and sakusa.

with only two hours into the night, numerous topics had already been talked about—mostly between you an kaito as they were of reminiscent memoirs that refused to wither into oblivion or stories of his travels.

“so when are you leaving japan?” you asked, casually sipping on your cocktail.

a hum of thought emitted from kaito as his eyes focused on his glass, “in two weeks, i think.”

“where to?”

“probably australia and new zealand,” kaito answers between sips of his drinks, “so far, i’ve been to most of the continents besides australia, so i’ll most likely spend a month in each country.”

a light chuckle escaped from your lips, “must be nice.” you commented, suddenly feeling a large, warm hair grip at your thigh. eyes widening slightly, you look back towards sakusa whose face mask was resting below his chin in order to take a sip of his drink. he wasn’t even looking at you, but his grip on your thigh tightened. you squeezed his hand back.

your best friend downed the rest of his drink, his breath finally catching up to him as he felt a pair of eyes staring holds into his skull. he decides to shake it off, “well, i’m just really fortunate enough to have a job that lets me travel. maybe once you graduate you can come with me and travel for a couple months.”

it was then sakusa wove his fingers though yours and gripped your hand tightly. as if he was suddenly afraid to let go, he rudely cleared his throat as he downed a shot.

“besides,” kaito continues his ramblings without noticing any of sakusa’s tense actions towards you. “i was supposed to go on that australia trip right now, but i decided to stop by japan cause i wanted to see you before i leave again. couldn’t last another couple of months without seeing your ugly face.”

a playful scoff emits from you, rolling your eyes. “dickhead.”

“oh, come on, i know you miss me.” he teases, his hand raising to possible touch your face, but before he could do so, sakusa swiftly pulls your face away to quickly peck you on the lips.

“sakusa?” you muttered upon his soft lips as you pull away.

he cleared his throat, “sorry that i interrupted, but it’s getting late and i just remembered that atsumu asked for our help for his move.”

that was a lie. sakusa quickly made it up as he couldn’t bear for his anger and jealousy to brew within him for any longer as he would physically combust if he were.

“really?” you questioned as confusion rang over your face.

sakusa nods, “yeah, he texted us earlier this morning, remember?”

you tilted you head slightly, trying to recall the memory but failing to do so. but it wasn’t like you questioned it any further as it was probably lost in the busy saturday endeavors of cleaning up around the house that it possibly flew over your head. besides, it was sakusa who usually remembered this types of things so you trusted his judgement.

“oh,” you sigh, looking over to kaito and giving him a pitiful look. “sorry we had to cut tonight short, kaito. maybe next time we can hang out for longer.”

“don’t worry about, (y/n). there’s always next time” your best friend waves his hand as if to say it wasn’t a big deal. he watched as you hopped off the bar stool and gathered your things, “oh here, let me walk you guys out.”

kaito, along with his tag along left their seats at the bar as well and followed you and sakusa out. your best friend noticed the way your boyfriend was tensed with his arm draped affectionately over your shoulders. kaito’s brows slightly furrow as he looked at the sight before him. jealous, he thought as he feigned a laugh. being the germaphobe he is, he was well aware that this was super out of character for sakusa and it was all because of kaito. perhaps there was a smug look on your best friends face that immediately dissipated the moment you all stepped out into the cold night air.

“i swear it got colder,” you mumbled as a cheeky idea popped inside kaito’s head. perhaps he would do you a favor as he was aware of how stressed you had been in the past week, maybe if he pushed a couple more of sakusa’s buttons that you would be in for a treat.

“here, let me give you my coat.” kaito was in the midst of taking his jacket off his shoulders when sakusa had already place his own coat over your shoulders in one swift movement.

the tall volleyball player flickered a look over his shoulder, giving a harsh glance towards your best friend. “i got it, thanks. we’ll be leaving now.”

“bye, kaito!” was the last thing you said to your best friend before you and sakusa walked towards his car.

you hadn’t expected the night to end like this—stark naked under the pale moonlight that bled through the windows of your apartment, laying beneath sakusa who was in the process of taking his shirt off.

all you knew was that this was entirely sparked off his stupid jealousy towards kaito for no reason whatsoever. the thing is, the only reason why you knew was of all the backhanded comments sakusa had made on the car ride home after he had locked the car doors and confessed that helping atsumu was a lie. that having you alone and all his was the only reason why he wanted to leave the pub so badly, to have you in his arms and in his embrace, to feel your skin against his. whatever jealousy he experienced earlier in the night, he wanted it to disappear once he showed you that you were his.

you tried to be indifferent about it. that his uncalled for actions wouldn’t let him succeed in having him take you, but your senses seemed to swell and pulse against your skin at each waking moment that passed. you did end up melting into his arms as he carried you to the bedroom.

he knew you so well that he was aware that the moment his lips touched your neck, all of your defiance would deteriorate. he knew that just a few light brushes and strategically placed touches against your skin would do all of his bidding without much thought.

sakusa sighed into your lips and that burst of serendipitous spark of lust and desperation radiated throughout your bodies. as if all of his rising envious antics melted away, withering along with everything else in the world—the sounds, the questionable best friends, the alcohol coursing through your veins—it dissolved into nothing but you and him.

all of sakusa attention was on you and you only. nothing else in the world would break him out of his trance of love and infatuation for you as he savored the familiar taste of your lips.

you clutched at him with the aching of fervor and reincarnation. you yearned for his touch, clinging to his shoulders, pulling at his hair, and wrapping your legs around his hips to drag him harder into you.

sakusa kissed his way down your neck, to your collarbones and eventually down to your breasts as the deep growl that emitted from his lips lit your skin on fire. he breathed vehemence and desire as he adjusted himself in front of your entrance, watching as there was some sort of unwavering and steadfast hunger and avidity that melted over his face.

you let out a moan as he stretched you out, the sound bouncing off the walls as he didn’t even hesitate and let you adjust. you held onto his shoulders tightly at each of his movements, all strong and powerful at each buck of his hips. there was an ignited salacity in you and sakusa’s tangled greed of limbs and skin had pressed together.

your nails dug into his skin, hoping it would leave marks for his friends to see due to your boyfriend’s guttural sounds of pleasure. even the lewd whimpers leaving your lips caused sakusa to make his movements harsher and deeper, for his lovebites to darken upon your innocently clean neck, and to his hands leaving red marks from his grip on your thighs.

you both hoped your marks for each other would last for days. as if they were the reminders of the night a casual catastrophe of jealousy eminent in your love was something you both could memorize the reminders for days. that instead of you remembering the fun memories of your antics with kaito, you instead remembered the way sakusa looked beneath the blue hues of the midnight stars. of how he looked absolutely breathtaking by the moon’s silhouette.

to remember the taste of lust and ardor, of the way his lips tasted, of the way his body felt pressed up against yours. it was truly something to remember as the only reason why you and sakusa were nearing each other’s edges was all because of kaito himself. the man who set you two up in the first place and the man who purposely made sakusa jealous just because you were stressed, kaito was aware that your boyfriend was the only one who could make you feel like this. to unravel and have you in a trembling mess under his own body, you had dragged him with the tide of pleasure with the sudden downpour of mumbled ‘i love you’ was muffled against each other’s bodies.

your phone then buzzed on your bedside table once you both rode out your highs:

from: kaito :))

hope you had fun tonight, homie, i did the best i can ;)

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missdawnandherdusk · 3 years

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an americano

Remus X Reader (coffee shop AU)

Summary: He always asked for the same coffee order, but one day, he finally asks for your name.

A/n: So, I put up a post and the lovely @trappedgoose-in-a-writblr-room responded first with a request for a Remus drabble so here it is! Our soft nervous precious Remus. I limited myself to about 1k words, so it is truly a drabble, but I’m willing to do a part two if y’all are into it. It’s super cute, and yes, I may or may not be a barista at a coffee shop, but that’s beside the point. and I am seriously judging you if you like americanos

“So, you come here often?”

He had been coming here for weeks. Maybe a few months. And every time he followed the same routine. He’d walk from the small bookshop across the way and into my café just as my shift was coming to its midway point. Always in a jumper. Always with a beat-up satchel. He’d order an americano and sit in the corner booth and tap on his laptop and work through a book, frowning and typing again, until his coffee was gone, and he seemed satisfied with his progress.

Remus. The name he’d put for the order. The first time I wrote it on his cup was customary. By his third visit, I didn’t bother. I knew who he was. By his fifth, he just waved, and I smiled, already pulling the shot of espresso for his americano. After a while I’d write stupid things on his cup. The slower days when we were the only two in the café. The color of his jumper, a silly variation of his name, whatever the main character of his book was.

“Seeing as I work here,” I baited with a smile. “Yes,”

“Right,” He stammered. “Um...”

“Do you want another coffee?” I prompted, as he looked down, blushing a bright pink.

“I... uh.” He finally glanced up. “I don’t know your name,” He rushed out.

I looked at him a moment, taken by surprise.

“And I would ask you to join me for coffee, when you’re off your shift of course... or maybe on your day off if you even want to not that you have to, but I realize that I can’t exactly do that if I don’t know your name, so...” His nervousness left me scrambling to keep up with his rushed words.

“Y/n,” I gave a reassuring smile. “And I’ll join you for coffee as long as I don’t have to drink an americano,”

Now it was his turn to look shocked. As if my acceptance of his offer wasn’t expected.

“I’m sorry, what?” He stumbled.

“Americanos,” I clarified. “I don’t know how you manage them, because they’re just awful,”

Whatever he had been thinking was abandoned to defend his drink of choice.

“They’re not that bad,” He refuted. “And I’m lactose intolerant, so I don’t really have much of a choice,”

I pursed my lips and chuckled. “Go sit, I’ll be there in a minute,” I sat across from him, setting a cup of coffee in front of him that held a warm amber color. He studied me and the cup.

“This has milk in it,” He accused.

“Oat milk, completely lactose free,” I rose my own mug of coffee. “It’s the only way I take my coffee anymore. I haven’t put any sugar in it, I don’t know how sweet you like it and I didn’t want to overdose you,”

“Oat milk,” Remus pondered, picking up a fair share of sugar packets. “I never would have thought of that,”

“Here’s to good coffee, not watered-down espresso,” I raised my mug and we both took a sip together and I watched his eyes widen at the coffee in his cup.

“This is brilliant,” His eyes lit up.

“You’d think that after the few months you’ve been here constantly, you’d figure out we had non-dairy options,” I teased lightly, and he blushed slightly.

“I... I was distracted. So, I ordered what I knew,” He stammered, staring at his coffee.

“Distracted?” I pressed. “Lost in too many books then?”

“Well, yes. But no,” He chuckled. “There’s this pretty barista who works here that keeps me off balance.” I hid behind my mug my cheeks warming.

“That so?” I tried to play off, but he caught my flush and grinned. “Then why the hell did it take you three months to ask for my name?” I accused, chuckling.

“Well, I don’t know!?” He laughed. “You just so... you!”

“What is that even supposed to mean!?” I giggled.

“I don’t know,” His face was red from the laughter and the unanswered questions.

“I’m glad you did finally ask,” I admitted, fidgeting with a spare napkin. “Are you a student? You’re always here with a book,”

“Grad student,” He clarified. “Working on my dissertation. I have an internship at the shop across the way,”

“You’re there most days that I work,” I noted. “You always come for coffee,”

“Yeah, well,” He ducked his head. “I may or may not have accidentally memorized your schedule, so that our hours are close to the same,” We both blushed again.

“Little creepy,” I raised an eyebrow, “And kinda a shame. I’d love to come and bug you while you’re working,”

“Oh... I—you like to read?” I raised an eyebrow at him, and he backtracked. “Not to say that you don’t! But it’s a shop filled with—”

“Vintage books, classics, literature, mythology. I know,” I smiled. “I frequent there. Even before you came around,”

“Really?”

I nodded and nursed my coffee. “I might not seem like it, but I’m also a student. I work here for the extra cash,”

“Right,” He fumbled. “I—read anything interesting lately?” He redirected the conversation, and I could tell that he was more comfortable with the topic. It wasn’t hard to pick up that he wasn’t one for small talk, but his eyes lit up at the mere mention of a book.

“Some work by De Pizan, my professor is doing a seminar on her,” I gave. “It’s really interesting, I’m enjoying it a lot,”

“De Pizan,” He mused. “Middle Ages? Rhetorist, right?” I nodded and smiled. “It’s been a while since I’ve read anything of hers for class, or fun or that matter. I remember liking her work though, she was a proto-feminist,”

“Yes...” I was surprised by his base of knowledge.

“Sorry, I know I ramble,” He ducked his head.

“I think it’s cute,”

“Oh... well,” Remus was becoming a permanent shade of pink.

“You don’t do this sort of thing often do you?” I prompted.

“What gave it away?”

“Well, I mean there is the whole name ordeal. Then of course, you’re a shy book nerd, that’s obvious, but honestly, you’re nervous for all the wrong reasons,” I supplied.

He gaped at me as if he didn’t know what to address about what I said first. While he was deciding, I reached out and placed my hand over his.

“As someone else with anxiety, let me tell you, you’re doing just fine.”

“Yeah?” His eyes were hopeful.

I nodded and glanced at the clock. “Well, my break is over, but you’re welcome to hang out.” I stood, gathering both of our empty mugs. “And thanks... for finally asking,”

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aizawaskittenwhore · 3 years

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internal affairs

pairing: shota aizawa x poc!reader

words: 5.6k (LMFAOOOO I GOT CARRIED AWAY ENJOY) lowercase vv intentional

warnings/kinks: alcohol, swearing, degradation, praise, spit if you squint, breeding kink???ish sorta kinda yeah, begging, use of the pet name kitten, bondage, caught while masturbating

synopsis: aizawa thinks sex is generally a waste of time and energy. after finding you, (his close friend and coworker) in a...compromising position one night when he’s returning something to your dorm, he learns some information that has him wanting to waste some time with you..and energy. ;)

a/n: it’s been forever since i’ve written smut let alone with a poc reader so go easy on me LMFAOOOO

nsfw below the cut, let’s get it!

shota aizawa could, honestly, live without sex.

he just didn’t see the necessity of it, all the exhaustion and sweat just for a sudden rush of dopamine that lasts all of a minute before the stickiness sets in. before exhaustion settles over every muscle and renders you immobile, confined to the infamous postcoital wet spot while you make plans to wash your sheets—

as soon as you can regain control of the burn in your lungs, that is.

in between teaching during the day, patrolling in the evenings while still managing to grade papers, establishing lesson plans, taking care of his cat yuki and occasionally having to watch over his more “at-risk” students (cough midoriya cough) sex just didn’t take enough priority in his life for him to be interested in it. his right hand did the job just fine most nights, and he didn’t see the need to involve another person when it came to something he was more than proficient at handling by himself. he had no shame in the way he chose to live his life, it was practical and didn’t interfere with any of his responsibilities; a perfect setup.

at least, until he told you this same information over drinks one friday.

“please say you’re joking.” you chuckle, brows aloft in amusement. your fingertips dance along the rim of your shot glass before you raise it to your lips, the bitter and potent sake you ordered beginning to blossom warmly across your cheeks. “i’m serious. the hell would i gain from having some complete stranger try to learn how to please me when i can just do it myself?” aizawa queries, index finger and thumb taking residence along the upper neck of his beer bottle, grimacing harshly as he takes another swig. “i always get this shit every time we come here, and every time it’s always terrible.” he sets the bottle to his left, reaching for a shot glass instead to wash down the acrid taste. the bar is moderately populated today, with other pros scattered among tables and booths while engrossed in their own conversations; the background noise serving as the perfect buffer for the x-rated nature of your conversation.

you normally hate drinking after work, it always made you sluggish for the rest of the night, but aizawa owed you a favor after you took on the grading process of 1-a’s exams while he went out on patrol a few nights ago. he hadn’t wanted to ask so much of you as you were already training class 1-b and doing presentations for general studies that week, but after seeing the state of exhaustion the man was in you’d insisted, suggesting he get the bill next time the two of you hung out to make up for it. “but don’t you get tired of it? you know....masturbating?” you pry, right hand coming up to make a crude jerking motion to emphasize your point. “ i mean...you already know what you like, and the quickest way to get yourself there. there’s no exploration, no variety, you don’t get to really try anything new.” a teasing smile already settled across your lips.

aizawa falters for a moment, mouth pulled into a tight stance that signals his contemplation. head low, shoulders hunched, appearing to deeply ponder your question and how to answer it. you worry, for a moment, that you may have overstepped in your attempt to get a rise out of your quiet friend. however, worry soon liquifies into a fierce heat as a low chuckle rattles through him; shota glancing up at you through rebellious strands of hair that, regardless of his quirk, never seem to stay in place. “and what, y/n , would you happen to know about sexual exploration?” he shoots back, two slender fingers and a calloused thumb sending another shot down his throat with ease.

you flush, all your nerves on high alert as his rich, onyx irises seem to detect the growing arousal settling between your thighs, pleased at the reaction his question emitted. “i-i’m just saying that it’s got to get boring sometimes...just doing the same old routine whenever you’re in the mood!” you stutter, clearing your throat after you choke on the last syllable of your sentence. “that wasn’t my question.” he remarks, eyes slicing through any attempt at keeping your composure, yet you don’t budge.

“well, if you just have to know aizawa -“ you drag out the final consonant to mock his inquisitive nature, before continuing your tangent, “-sex doesn’t always have to be about the orgasm. i mean sure, it’s a pretty fucking fun part of it, don’t get me wrong, but it’s the foreplay, the newness of being with someone you haven’t been with before that really just...ties it all together. figuring out what they like, having them explore what you like, letting them take you in new and different ways...” you trail off, a blush now having settled across your cheeks, albeit impossible to clock thanks to the deep brown reach of your skin complexion.

“it’s worth the effort, is what i’m sayin’. you never know, you might like things that you didn’t think you would...like getting tied up or spit on or something..” you finish, now feeling his gaze settle over you like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. you quickly busy yourself with thanking your bartender as she slides you the tab, trying checking out the damage so you wouldn’t have to make eye contact with aizawa after that very honest admission. he quickly swipes the little book from your reach, depositing the black card inside with minimal resistance and returning the tab to its original position with a “don’t. i owe you, remember?”

damned cat-like reflexes.

fuck pro-hero training.

fuck the growing amount of slick saturating (and ruining) the simple maroon panties you’d chosen when getting ready for work today.

and most of all, fuck shota aizawa for being able to make your blood run hot by paying a fucking tab and giving you a look or two.

“right. thanks, by the way. but if i can’t get up for that meeting nezu’s holding tomorrow, i’m blaming you.” you’re hoping a bit of humor will distract you from the way your body is overheating from being within such close proximity to him, and the way your core is pulsing around nothing as if it were fiending for his presence. “not my fault you’re a lightweight, so blame me all you want sweetheart.” shota dryly rebounds, a mirthful smile on his face in response to the way you roll your eyes and suck your teeth, flipping him off.

“if you wanted to fuck me, you could’ve just asked.”

you’d pale, if you could.

your jaw collapses, eyelashes batting double time while you struggle to process what the fuck just came out of his mouth. six seconds go by before you begin babbling, voicing your opposition to his prior statement with phrases such as “wait wait wait, what did you sayyyy?” and ”bye because that didn’t even come out my mouth i-“

while he just...laughs. he finds your attempts to clarify your alleged non-existent sexual attraction to him hilarious, and even mentions that he finds it adorable as the two of you begin to make your way back to the teachers’ dorms. he holds the door open for you as you head inside, chuckling to himself as you continue to playfully curse him out while you walk to the women’s side of the building.

that was seven hours ago.

it’s currently 12:47am, and you’re struggling to catch even a wink of shuteye. you’re starting to regret having that sake earlier, since alcohol always fucks with your sleep schedule, but that isn’t what’s keeping you up tonight.

no, no, that would happen to be the unprofessional and honestly straight up shameful thoughts you’re having about your friend and coworker, shota. vivid images of those slender fingers sliding into you one by one, each one filling you more than the last, float past your lids every time you close your eyes. daydreams of his tongue on your clit, tracing patterns into the sensitive nerves while he calls you his good girl, his kitten, his slut, hands forcing your thighs apart as they shake from each and every time you cum around those devilish lips of his. fantasies of his capture weapon binding your hands behind you, fingers dangling helplessly while his hand rests on the small of your back to serve as leverage for each and every time he slides in. face pressed into the mattress as he fucks into you slowly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of having him so deep so quickly. voice hoarse, tone pleading when you beg him to take you deeper, harder, promising to take it like a good girl would if he would just keep hitting that spot that makes your toes curl, yes right there, fuck-

you flip your pillow over in an attempt to cool the sweltering heat below the waistband of your panties, but it’s no luck. you should've been asleep two hours ago. staring hopelessly at the ceiling, lost in your mind as you watch the streetlights’ beams flicker through your window, streams of light disturbed by nearby tree branches. right hand slowly sliding down your body, from your breasts to the curves of your waist before settling right on the top of your panties. your fingers begin to flutter above your dripping core.

‘this is wrong. i shouldn’t do this.’ you chide yourself, but your body has already made up it’s mind.

and soon a cord wound so tightly within your body it could suffocate you...snaps.

the tip of your middle finger dips down to your pussy to collect the slick gathered there, and you groan at the sheer amount of it.

he really got you fucked up.

thinking of how he would tease, you circle your throbbing clit, touch feather light to the point where it feels like borderline torture. middle finger and ring finger conjoined to shallowly dip inside you once, twice, then three times before filling you completely.

but it’s not enough.

it’s not him.

you sigh at the way the tips brush against your g-spot, beckoning them forward until you physically arch into your hand as though it were connected to the subject of your little self love session.

“fuck...”

shota’s pov

he’d taken a short break from his current grading session to stretch, and grab a small snack when he noticed it.

you’d left your id tag with him when you’d turned in for the evening, as the two of you had used his id to get on to school grounds since your hands were full with your work bag, your purse, and takeout from the bar. he must have forgotten to give it back to you after you asked him to hold it, he was too busy admiring how cute you looked while trying to prove you didn’t want to fuck him.

not that he would mind if you did, of course.

he’d developed something of a crush on you over the past few weeks since you’d been working more closely together as hero course teachers, and he got to know you outside of a strictly work environment.

you’re funny, intelligent, clever (which is a turn on for him since he needs someone he can bounce off of), and it doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes.

really, really easy on the eyes. fuck.

he scratched the back of his neck as he felt the familiar flush begin to creep up his face, hoping the pain would will away the consistent hard-on he got whenever he focused too much on your smile, or the way your shoulders shake when you laugh, or the curve of your hips and how they look like they would be a perfect fit for his vice grip as he eased you onto his dick, looking you right in the eyes before drilling up into you. eyes shimmering with such pretty tears from how sensitive she was, neck littered with marks from his earlier ministrations, voice shaky as she begged him to fill her, pump her full of every last drop cause she’s been so so good-

‘damn it shota. just go give her the fucking tag, she’ll need it tomorrow morning.’ he snapped internally, looking at his tented black sweats with dismay. it took everything within him not to make a sly comment on how getting himself off is never boring when it’s to a different fantasy of you each time, but if there’s nothing else he prided himself upon, it was his self discipline.

forcing himself to remember the time he caught hizashi shaving his left testacle and only the left one to make his erection less obvious, he grabbed her id and his own, and made his way to the women’s wing of the hero course dorms. it was old school, men weren’t allowed on the women’s side and vice versa on campus, however with this being the hero course some were granted special admin privileges should there ever be an emergency.

he happened to be one of them.

making quick work of finding your room, he leaned against the threshold, left arm poised to knock when he heard a soft hiss. a little rustling, and another sound, indiscernible thanks to your door.

“fuck...”

body stiffening at the swear, he paused, wondering if maybe you had been hurt or perhaps injured. it was in his nature to, despite his sarcastic and faux-apathetic disposition, be a hero no matter what. using what little force he could in an attempt to not frighten a possible intruder or make a bad situation worse, shota silently swung your door open and scanned the room for any possible threats.

he didn’t find any.

instead he found you, lacy black panties around your left ankle as you curled your middle and ring finger inside of you, moans bubbling out of your throat with a hand twisting and pinching your pretty brown nipples as you went. still completely unaware of his presence you sigh before letting out the prettiest and neediest little whine that went straight to his dick.

“mm...shota..please baby~“ you keen, fingers quickening their pace inside of your pussy, the streetlights from the nearby sidewalk casting a copper toned glean on the strings of slick connecting your fingers to the soaked paradise that was between your thighs. he freezes, thinking you’ve noticed his presence when it hits him-

you were fucking your fingers as if they were his own.

you’d said his name.

you wanted to fuck him just as badly as he wanted to fuck you.

and despite being a pro and having been in life threatening situations, instances where he’s had to make split second decisions without worrying whether they were right or not....here he has absolutely no idea what to do. he feels dirty, watching you in such a...compromising situation. even though you just said his name with about two-

now three-

-soaked fingers sliding in and out of your cunt, he knows he shouldn’t be here. out of respect for you, he takes about two steps backwards and tries to leave the room as silently as he came in, willing the universe to just let him have this as a pleasant memory for when he gets into bed tonight. but, like most times in his 31 years of existence, he can never get a moment of peace.

so he manages to trip over your shoes from earlier right as he was about to hit the hallway.

oh, and drops the id tags, of course.

y/n’s pov

the noise sends a chill through each and every nerve of your body, eyes firing open only to be greeted with the sight of a very flustered aizawa vehemently cursing out a pair of your boots, two id tags pooled at his feet. “what the fuck?!” digits wrenched from your body and hands clawing for your duvet in a last ditch attempt to preserve what little modesty you had left. “i- i just came to give you your id, and i heard you swear so i thought you might’ve been hurt or something, i didn’t see anything!” aizawa spat apprehensively, while simultaneously cursing his dick for choosing this particular moment to get incredibly aroused, and thanking himself for tucking his erection into his waistband earlier before he’d walked over in case he ended up talking to you. “oh my god. oh..my god i am so fucking sorry i-i know it was wrong and i totally understand if you don’t wanna be friends anymore just please don’t tell nezu i really really love this job-“ you begin to wail, teardrops nestling into your waterline before finally pooling over and breaking you, causing you to cry even more.

“i’m not mad at you y/n.” aizawa coos softly.

“-and i know i crossed so many lines and it’s selfish for me to ask that of you but i don’t know what i would do without UA-“

“y/n.” he calls, sitting beside you on the pillow soft mattress, his capture weapon pooling to the floor and briefly reminding him he’d brought it with him to begin with.

“-and if i’m being honest i’ve had a crush on you for forever and i was just too much of a coward to come and tell you myself so instead of being a woman about it i kept having these fantasies and i’m so fucking sorry aizawa-“

“shota. call me shota.” he tilts your chin up with his right hand so he can see your pretty brown orbs swimming in tears, before taking his left hand and thumbing away the still-wet tear tracks. you blink away your tears, brows furrowing in confusion at why he’s not angry, why you’re not packing up your dorm and turning in your letter of resignation right now. “it sounded so pretty when you’d said it earlier, why stop now?” he murmurs, those powerful ebony eyes taking you in by the gallon, half lidded as he looks you up and down.

so he did see everything.

and he wasn’t mad.

and you swear on everything you love that you just saw his length twitch through those black sweats, so he definitely shared the same sentiment.

“s-so you’re sure you’re not mad?” you sniffle, hands reaching to cover his as you lean into his lithe form, needing to feel his warm and comforting embrace. “positive.” he looks down at the way you’re nuzzled into his chest, arms shifting so that they’re wrapped around your back as you let out a sigh of relief. he softly taps you after a few minutes, needing to shift to a more comfortable position as his dick is pressing into his stomach this way, and it’s only making him firmer.

“can...can i kiss you?” he asks gingerly, heart fluttering at the way your eyes meet his and your head slowly nods, fingers fumbling to find his hand so you can hold it. his lips slot against yours, moving tenderly at first before the kiss begins to increase in intensity, your tongue moving fluidly with his, pulling away only to breathe before diving back into one another.

“those pretty lips taste so sweet...makes me wonder if you’re sweet all over, hm?”

you preen at the compliment, body craving his touch, his energy, his undulations, everything about him.

“tell me you don’t want this, and we’ll stop.” he mutters against your neck, soft kisses quickly turning to him sucking marks into your collarbone. it drove him insane, watching the reddish purple hues blossom across your skin mingling with the mocha of the rest of your body.

you didn’t have any intention on stopping though.

not for a fucking second.

“please...need you so bad.” you sigh close to his ear, taking his earlobe between your teeth and dipping a hand between the two of you to paw at his throbbing length. that seemed to do the trick just fine, his pulse spiking before he flipped the two of you with a quickness you’d only seen him use in battle. hands reaching for the nape of his neck as he tugged his shirt over his head, you watched in awe; you’d known sho was fit as he patrolled nightly, along with the consistent training he’d engaged in with his students. you just didn’t expect a simple long sleeve sweater to give way to toned abdominals, slender yet powerful arms in addition to a thick black happy trail that dipped below his waistband.

it wasn’t until he’d tugged down the lace covering your slit, (so hard it ripped), that you realized just how much he craved you. gazing at your core intently he spread you apart with his middle and forefinger, eyes nearly rolling out of his head with how you were dripping so much for him. you tried to shift your hips in an effort to get him to do something, anything, but that was shut down with a hand forcing your right thigh outwards and spreading you even wider.

“no no. keep them spread. let me watch you try to keep them open while you’re shaking...let me watch you fall apart..” he demands, head diving between your thighs to lap at your aching clit like a man starved. your legs rise only to settle on his shoulders, ankles crossed behind his head while your toes curl in euphoria. there were men before him, but none of them ever took care of you like this, never looked you in the eyes as their fingers started to curl in just the right places, never sighed in content at your taste as their eyes rolled back. never pried themselves away from your cunt just to add a pornographic amount of spit to your southernmost lips, strings of saliva connecting your twitching hole to his deliciously long tongue.

shota was unlike any man you had ever met before.

and that was what made him so intoxicating.

“ah..s-shota, please-” you whine, sensing your climax within reach. “please what, kitty? i won’t know if you don’t tell me.” he remarks, dipping back down to suck harshly at your swollen bud as he adds a third finger, length throbbing at the way you arch into his tongue. “m-make me-ah-make me...feel good...please sho” you stutter, face burning. “mm. i thought i was already making you feel good love? unless...there’s something else you want..” he trails off, smirking. your thighs are quivering now, muscles burning as you strain to keep them from crushing shota’s head, although with the way he’s devouring your pussy whole right now he doesn’t seem to mind one bit.

“i need you..to make me cum..” you whimper, winding a few fingers into his unruly mane of hair while your other hand settles above your mouth, trying to hide the obvious embarrassment on your face from being so exposed.

“well why didn’t you say so baby? after all, you did exactly what i told you to, and good girls get whatever they ask for.” he grins before working double time to bring you to the edge, hero stamina and strength coming out in full force with the way his fingers never cease in their abuse on your g-spot, refusing to quit until your thighs finally tighten around his head and your breath catches. his tongue replaces his fingers and you briefly pout at the slight change in fullness, but it doesn’t matter the second he coils his tongue upwards and rubs into your sensitive bud at a steady pace. you cum all over his face, and you never thought you’d see such a typically serious and stoic man look so...elated, a permanent beam stuck to him with superglue as he swallows as much of your essence as he can. chest heaving, body weightless, you sit up.

you gently coax him back up your body, shota’s arms caging you to your bed as you kiss him deeply, fingers fumbling to palm him through his sweats. “s’ my turn...wanna show you how much i like you..”

he nods, opting to trade places with you whilst helping you slide his sweats and boxers down his thighs, length springing up in anticipation. you’d had a inkling of how big he was from small glances on occasion, but you didn’t account for a solid eight and a half inches down your esophagus. his dick was pretty, a few veins running up and down the length of it, and tip just as pink as his kiss-swollen lips. the only thing that intimidated you was how thick it was. but you’d cross that bridge when it came to it.

saliva floods your mouth and you grasp his dick at the base, eyes wide as you track a bead of precum rolling it’s way down his tip before licking it up in one long hot stripe. “hm. tastes good.” you giggle, eyes locking with his before you relax your jaw and swallow as much of him as you can comfortably fit in your mouth, a shot of electricity running through you when shota lets out a deep throaty groan. “fuck...such a good fucking girl. you look so pretty like this.” shota sighs, left hand working it’s way through your coils and tightening its grip, but never pushing. he lets you work at your own pace, his own cheeks flushing when you interrupt the bobbing motion you had set to coyly circle your slick tongue around his tip. your mouth is hot and slick, encapsulating his dick in a velvety vacuum seal while you work him over and over; you haven’t had an insane amount of experience, but you’re observant of what motions garner positive reactions. it’s a combination so dangerous that it has shota’s right hand grappling your comforter for stability, breath quickening as he wonders how the hell he’s managed to last this long.

“you’re gonna suck me dry kitty...” he moans.

at least until you take not one, but both hands, add an amount of spit so copious it’s obscene, and begin to stroke his length slowly and effortlessly whilst maintaining eye contact.

with that little stunt, you’ve officially opened pandora’s box. and there’s no closing it now.

“come here.” aizawa commands, sitting up straighter to pull your hips into his, and before you know it you’re on your stomach, wrists pinned to your black sheets by agile hands. “if you wanna stop here tell me now baby.” he croons in your ear, feather light kisses pressed into your shoulder. “we can watch a movie, cuddle, whatever you’re comfortable with. but if we keep going like this-”

his length presses into your ass and a shiver shoots down your spine.

“-i can’t promise you i won’t ruin you y/n. fuck you full of my cum, pounding into you until i leave you drooling and sloppy just for me, have you scream my name so loud even the League knows who you belong to. you’d be all mine. my pretty kitty. is that what you want?” shota asks, one of his calloused hands sliding down the curves of your body to grip at the soft, tender skin of your ass.

“shota.....please. it’s all i want, just take me already-“ you sob, voice gathering in your throat. a sensual chuckle, and then you feel it: inch after inch slipping into your tight warm walls, the stretch causing your eyes to brim with tears born from more pleasure than actual pain.

“ah! you’re stretching me out so much...” you keen, eyelashes fluttering in ecstasy. “aw kitty...i haven’t even started yet.” shota teases, stretching to his right to grab his capture weapon, and bringing both your wrists behind you. “now..you’ve been so good for me tonight, i think you deserve a reward. earlier, i believe you mentioned something about being tied up?” he binds your arms, leaving your digits to flail helplessly right above the small of your back, where his hand has now come to rest.

“f-fuck me! please...i’m tired of waiting- i just wanna be yours!” you beg, hips jolting back in impatience and need, your pussy throbbing at the sensation of his tip nudging the deepest parts of you. “so fucking needy. i’ll give you exactly what you’re craving sweetheart.” he smirks, before dragging his hips as far back as he can, length retreating from your warm walls before slamming right back in. one hand on your shoulders to keep your face pressed into your pillows, the other taking reign on your hips as a guide to rut against you. your back arches so deliciously for him, ass jiggling on every thrust as he watches your body impale itself on his length. he’s so deep, his tip consistently ramming into your cervix over and over and over; your body is so overwhelmed and so needy, so full but not full enough. it’s too much, but you want more. “fill me up sho! i want it— i need it so bad” you cry, tears spilling over and staining your pillowcase. “wouldn’t you love that, having me fill this pretty pussy up with all my cum hm?” “no wonder you’re moaning for me like a whore, you want everyone to know who’s doing this to you.” shota pants, quickening his pace. “yes! i’m yours all yours!” you moan, pussy throbbing at his fierce pace, you can feel the sweat gathering between your body and the sheets but you don’t care. you use the leverage from your shoulders to push back onto him, chasing your high.

“that’s it, come on, fuck me back. come on kitty it’s your dick after all~” he breathes, grinning at the way you’re drooling and how your eyes are rolling at the way he’s fucking you.

“fuck, you must really wanna cum again hm? such a greedy, slutty girl” you nod, head spinning as he tightens your restraints and strokes into you as deep as he can. you feel the familiar quivering of your legs, a tell tale sign you’re close to cumming. “sho—ah!-sho please! i wanna cum please i’m so close-“ you plead, voice unsteady. “well since you asked so nicely...of course kitty” he acquiesces, a hand slithering between your folds to softly rub your clit while he drills into you, and your body nearly self destructs. “f-fuck! ah—thank you shota, oh god, mmm you’re so good to me” you babble, body floating through space as he rubs you through your orgasm.

and once again, the ball is in his court. you shudder, head leaning over your shoulder with lidded eyes to try and look at aizawa. his hair is down now, and a deep blush has taken residence across his cheeks, chest heaving as sweat glistens on his chest and slowly drips down his toned stomach. he hasn’t stopped fucking you, but this time his rhythm’s gotten sloppy, and his teeth have sunken into his bottom lip so hard you think he’ll pierce through it.

he’s close, and you want every last drop.

“make me take it shota—show me what you do to good girls~” you purr, eyes widening when he loosens your restraints and turns you over, and practically folds you in half. your ankles are by your ears now as he pounds into you, and everything is so much deeper than before. your pussy tightens at the new angle, and you feel another orgasm beneath the surface, though you don’t know if you can take it. “it’s too much! i can’t take it—“ you whine, tits jiggling as he swoops down and paws at one, making you cry out. “yes you can baby, just one more, come on make me proud just give me one fucking more” he growls, the heat of his order hot against your ear. “god i’m gonna paint these slutty little walls white—gonna fill you up so good” he moans, shota’s dirty confession egging you on as your fingers toy with your achingly sensitive bundle of nerves. “that’s it. play with it, show me how you do it when i’m not there-“ and that slick fucking comment is what sends you tumbling off the edge for your third time tonight. “fuck! i’m gonna cum—i’m gonna make you all mine, all for me” you grin before raking your nails up and down his back to encourage him. “give it to me, i don’t wanna have anyone else kiss me without knowing what you taste like~” and soon hot spurts of cum paint your insides and flood you with a warm, thick feeling. shota immediately crashes his lips onto yours, holding you tightly. you can’t really explain the current state of your emotions, but you feel full, and content. meanwhile the current object of your affection is nuzzled into your neck, peppering kisses over all the love bites he’d inflicted earlier as a means of apology, though you didn’t mind.

it would be a pain in the ass to cover up tomorrow, but you could always just wear a scarf or a turtleneck to compensate due to the colder weather. it wasn’t until the two of you had cleaned up and rehydrated that he spoke: “by the way, i like you too. and have. for a while now. just in case that wasn’t clear.” he stated, arms wrapped around your middle as he began to doze off.

“you know you probably should’ve led with that-“

“shut up.”

so yeah, shota aizawa could live without sex.

question is: why the hell would he want to, when you’re here?

#bhna smut #bhna #bhna x reader #mha smut #aizawa x reader #poc reader #mha lemon #smut #aizawa smut #eraserhead #mha x reader #blackinbnha #shota aizawa #kittybutmakeitferal

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Never Have I Ever

Pairing: Blaise Zabini x reader

Word Count: 1.8k (sorry it's kinda short)

Warnings: Drinking, swearing and making out

Request: @gothqmzsasz Hi!I see you are taking requests so can you do 84."You used to date my friend who absolutely hates your guts after a messy breakup and now you’re flirting with me and I really shouldn’t be so interested in you but I am" with Blaise Zabini?The ex can be Draco

A/n: this was fun to write for sure, sorry it's kinda short, au requests probably will be a bit shorter becaue it's kinda hard to lengthen at times any way.. I hope you enjoy! Requests are open!

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“Fuck you Malfoy.” Your voice was full of thorns, piercing through the tense air.

Blaise had been listening to the back and forth of insults and low blows for almost an hour now, although really it had been almost a month. You and Draco seemed to have flipped a switch about 30 days and suddenly you couldn’t even go to dinner without screaming at each other.

“Oh please, y/n don’t even get me started,” The blonde hissed, “We all know you would rather be fucking potter right now.”

“Are you kidding me?” You laughed in disbelief, “I hate that fame-seeking asshole as much as you do.”

“Sure you do, but you still practice with him, instead of your boyfriend?” Draco yelled, “That makes sense!”

“We weren’t practicing together dumbass! We were on the same pitch because there’s only the one!”

Draco glared, “Why don’t you just admit your a desperate slut already!” he spat.

The room dropped dead silent. The few brave souls who had stayed to watch the interaction scrambled for their dorms as you drew your wand from your robes. Blaise’s eyes widened, darting between the two who stood in front of him.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” Your voice was so dark goosebumps raised on Blaise’s arms.

“I called you what you are.” Draco snarled.

Wrong answer, Blaise thought.

You had snapped your eyes shut, your knuckles were turning white around your wand, you ran your other hand through your hair, it was shaking.

Blaise considered leaving but he also knew if things got physical someone would have to stop you before someone died.

“No. You see, you called me a desperate slut.” You spat the words from your mouth like something with a disturbing taste.

“I stand by it.” How Draco kept his voice so flat when you were practically cutting him open with your eyes Blaise did not know.

Your jaw tightened and your lips pursed, “Well, I would rather be a desperate slut than a dumbass rich kid with daddy issues who says they’re better than everyone else but still needs to put others down to convince themselves they aren’t the piece of shit they truly are.”

Draco’s mouth dropped, his lips contorting into a snarl, “You infuriating little bitch.”

You didn’t flinch, “We’re done.”

“We are not done!” Draco shouted as you turned on your heel starting up your stairs.

“Pretty sure we are.” You called over your shoulder, “By the way you should really watch more porn or something, you have no clue how to fuck.”

Blaise slapped his hand over his mouth as Draco flushed.

So yeah your break up didn’t go well.

A year had passed since you had even spoken to Draco. Each of you hated the other with a fiery passion. Draco insisted you were the devil while you declared him a weak piece of shit. Blaise lost connection with you as you threw his friend away. He would never tell Draco but he missed you a bit, you were always quite fun to talk with.

The two of you living in the same area were absolute hell, neither of you ever engaged but the tension was often so thick it got hard to breathe. You were way too good at passive-aggressive comments and Draco just glared.

Finally, that tension resolved when your quidditch team won against Gryffindor, you wouldn’t look at each other but you stopped being bitter for the time being. A party was held, all of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were invited along with a few select Gryffindors. Kids smuggled drinks from off the grounds and foods from the kitchens. A muggle-born Hufflepuff took speakers from their room to set up and someone charmed different colored lights and confetti which never hit the floor or stopped falling. By six o’clock it was so packed in the Slytherin common room you could hardly move.

You were in the middle of it all lifted on shoulders as the captain. Someone popped a bottle of champagne and Blasie laughed as you stuck out your tongue to catch some of the foam which sprayed through the air.

Draco was passed out by eight, unsurprisingly drunk, Blasie considered turning in for the night as well but something stopped him.

That something was you. “Zabini!” You shouted you were with a group of Ravenclaws he didn’t recognize, Anglinia Greengrass at your side.

The music was loud but as he entered your little circle around the table he realized somone must have cast something to muffle the sound.

“What’s up?” he asked and you shifted creating a space between you and a brunette girl on the couch.

“Play with us!” You demanded and he rolled his eyes but took his seat.

“What are you playing?” He asked noticing you were all holding bottles of unopened butterbeer. You handed one to him.

“It’s this muggle game called ‘never have I ever’ We go around saying things we have never done and if you’ve done it you drink. Last one standing wins.”

He shrugged. A blonde boy sitting on the floor started saying he had never been in the forbidden forest to which you drank along with a few others. The next girl claimed she had never slept with anyone and almost everyone drank, including Blaise.

Your eyes widened as he did, “Really! I thought you didn’t date?” you gasped.

“Just because I don’t date doesn’t mean I don’t fuck.” He responded and you snorted.

You leaned towards him cupping his ear with your hand “Still a shame you don’t date.” you breathed into his ear and he felt his cheeks heat. He hoped you couldn’t see it due to the sporadic lighting. If you did you showed no signs.

The game continued and you drank most of the time, much to Blaise’s surprise you had gone to class high, pranked a teacher, punched someone, and thrown up before a quidditch game.

When it was Blaise’s turn he bit his lip in thought before turning to you with a smirk, “Never have I ever dated a blonde.” You stuck out your tongue and scrunched your nose before taking a drink.

On your turn you smirked, “Never have I ever had a relationship last less than a year.”

Everyone groaned, all but one or two taking a drink. Angelina swore as she finished off her bottle.

“You know that was a low blow on your part.” You grinned bumping Blaise’s shoulder with your own.

“So was yours.” He pointed out.

You pouted before breaking into a smile, “I suppose.” You turned to look at him, “But I’m cute so it doesn’t matter.”

“Are you saying I’m not cute?” Blaise mocked offense.

“Well, you’re hot, there’s a difference.” You shrugged.

“You think I’m hot?” He asked a slight tinge returning to his cheeks.

“Obviously.” You whispered leaning closer to him, he could smell the sweetness of butterbeer on your breath, his heart hammering as your eyes locked with his, “Now pay attention.” You winked breaking away from the trance which you had been cast under.

When your turn rolled around again you smirked, “Never have I ever..” You paused turning to look at Blasie your eyes were narrowed playfully, your hair a bit messy as you bit your cherry-stained lip. You were way too pretty for your own good, “Had a thing for my friend’s ex.”

A few drank as you continued to stare down Blaise. He smiled smugly raising the bottle to his lips and winking at you, Draco was an asshole anyway.

You bit your lip again before being drawn away by the next person’s lack of an experience. Blaise could hardly focus for the rest of the game, you were out before your next turn but he stayed in it ending up with two Hufflepuffs and a Ravenclaw in the final four. You were leaning on his shoulder cheering every time he didn’t drink. He ended up the third to last out because he had been struck by one of the Weasly’s pranks.

You had booed when he announced he was out before grabbing his wrist and insisting he dance with you.

It was hot on the makeshift dancefloor, bodies pressed together as songs he didn’t recognize blared through the speakers you were laughing singing along occasionally, your hair long fallen out of your loose ponytail and bounced around you.

You looked almost angelic the way the red and blue lights hit your face. He found himself smiling at you as you continued to jump around shouting out lyrics.

After a while you got tired and the two of you went to get drinks. You grabbed a water taking large gulps before letting out a content sigh. It was almost 10 now, the party was still going strong behind you.

“Did you mean it?” You asked, your face was a bit flushed and shone with a light sweat.

Blaise scrunched his eyebrows, “Mean what?”

“Do you actually have a thing for me?”

Blaise paused, the truth was yes he did, but could he tell you the truth?

“Because I kinda have a thing for you.” You giggled.

Blaise felt his cheeks fill with color, “Yeah I do.” He said quietly.

Your smile widened, “Good.” you leaned towards the boy wrapping your arms around his neck and tugging him down to meet your lips. You both still tasted sweet with butterbeer, a tinge of salt on your lips from the sweat of dancing. Blaise drew his arms around your waist tugging you into him as you swiped his bottom lip and plunged your tongue into his mouth. Blaise backed you up against a wall removing his lips form your own and trailing them down your cheekbone and onto your neck. You gasped when you felt his teeth bite down lightly on your skin and could feel him smirk against you.

“Anyone one ever told you you’re a cheeky asshole?” You asked panting slightly.

“Yes,” Blaise mumbled onto your skin, his lips slowly making their way back up to your lips leaving red bruises in their wake. You kissed him back roughly tugging him closer to you as he took your bottom lip between his teeth. When you finally broke apart your lips were swollen and the marks he had littered your neck with were turning dark.

Blaise left one more chaste kiss on your cheek before stepping away from you completely. “What are we gonna do about Draco?” He asked.

You scoffed, “Fuck ‘im.”

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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EUPHORIA - Chapter 7

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, owner of a shady night club. She’s a journalist who has been asked to write an article to expose the indecency and debauchery that’s going on behind closed doors. But he’s also Dean Winchester, the boy who sat next to her in class. The boy who was too cocky for his own good.

Chapter Warning: Feelings, fluff (I felt some heart clench, but maybe that’s just me)

WC: 3525

A/N: This fills my ‘rope bunny’ (only mentioned) square for @spnkinkbingo. Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3

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Dean couldn’t really sleep last night either, but what else is new?

But he’s really glad that she feels better. He could already tell that she was feeling much better after she took that shower. He was in the middle of changing the sheets, when she walked out and it really did something to him seeing her all clean and smelling like him. The shirt was kinda funny, he had to give Claire that. But her pants? He wanted to rip them apart because they were barely covering her legs at all.

When Y/N kissed his cheek, Dean was hard again, and it was even harder to conceal his boner when he’s wearing sweats.

They had an easy morning, and he liked that. Liked that they could talk about old times, liked how easy it was between them when they didn't have judging eyes on them like they had at school. He regrets not talking to her more back then. He was a stupid kid. Too cocky for his own good.

When she said that she was ready to go home, he agreed to take her back, suppressing his own feelings of wanting to keep her around longer. But again, why should she stay? It’s not like they are anything. Hell, he hasn’t even asked her out yet.

Maybe, Dean thinks, he should get the stick out of his ass and do it. Part of him is afraid that she’ll think he’s only doing all this because he doesn’t want her to destroy the reputation of his club. Which is bullshit, because Dean actually couldn’t care less. Any publicity is good publicity is the saying he goes by, and it is the truth. If it’s a bad article, people will be intrigued. If it’s good, people will still be intrigued. That’s just how it is. He never once felt intimidated when she told him that she is going to write that article.

Two days later, she feels herself again. It feels actually pretty great to be back amongst the living. All traces of her sickness are gone.

Dean texted her every now and again, asking her how she feels and she can’t help but blush every time her phone chimes with a message from him.

Y/N was able to go into the office today to finish things that were piling up on her desk. Thank god her colleagues helped with the articles that were due during her absence, but because Rufus thinks that she still shouldn’t be there at all, he sent her home early.

As she sits on her bed with her laptop propped on her thighs and contemplates writing up that article about Euphoria , she hears an incoming text.

D: How are you today?

Y/N: Better, thanks for asking. I went to work but Rufus sent me home early.

D: He did?

Y/N: Said I should rest for one more day.

D: I agree.

She rolls her eyes. She hates texting with him. She never knows if it’s his or her turn. Is she supposed to say something to that last text? It’s not like she can write up an essay when she writes in short sentences. But before she can think about what to write, Dean sends her another text.

D: Do you, by any chance, feel good enough to come to the club?

She bites on her lip and smirks to herself.

Y/N: Sure. Same time?

D: Whenever you are ready, sweetheart.

There’s blood rushing through her head as she gets up and walks to her closet. She has to wear something nice, but again, Dean has seen her at her worst and he wasn’t appalled, which she still can’t wrap her mind around.

She left a little early, therefore, she showed up here earlier, too. She hoped that Dean didn’t mind. The bouncer let her in and she stumbled upon Dean briefing his staff.

He notices her, nods in her direction but he continues to talk. She stands back, not wanting to disturb them, and listens in.

It’s weird. Well, not really weird, but it’s surreal to watch Dean briefing and instructing his staff. He is definitely a different Dean from the Dean she knew back in school. His voice is deeper, he has more facial hair, but what strikes her the most is how he carries himself. How he can come across as this authoritative person. Someone other people look up to. He looks good. Looks like he just walked out of a photo shoot. He has awesome social skills, and has a voice that makes you want to listen to whatever he has to say. She liked the old Dean but she also can’t lie that this Dean turns her on.

When he finishes, the people start to disperse and go on about their tasks. He comes towards her, smiling an easy smile that could make any woman blush. She’s no exception.

“Hey,” He smiles even brighter, his hands come up to stroke her cheek and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “You look better.”

She chuckles, “Well, that’s not hard, given that I probably looked like an extra from The Walking Dead .”

“You didn’t.” Dean’s smile is gone and his face is a little more serious. His hand is still on her cheek and he trails his finger down her jawline, thumbs at her bottom lip. When he realizes what he is doing, Dean quickly clears his throat, “Right. Are you ready to check out some rooms?”

“Sure,” She shrugs, a little sad that the moment is over.

Dean’s grin returns and he jerks his head towards the stairs, “Then come on,”

Y/N follows him up the stairs and through the VIP room where Claire and some other people were setting up things. They move away the big group of couches lining the middle of the room, carrying around big candles and pillows. They hang up electrical lanterns and silk cloth. She notices that they are all dressed in special gowns too. It has an Arabic feel to it. Girls wear gold bikinis and silken pants or skirts, gold chains around their hips.

“What’s going on?” She asks out of curiosity. She doesn’t even notice that she has slowed down, until Dean walks back to come get her.

He chuckles, “We’re having an Arabian night. There’s a special night every two weeks.” Dean grabs her wrist to pull her along, “Come on. We won’t see anything if you don’t keep moving.”

“But that’s interesting too!” She pouts, but she walks faster to keep up with Dean’s pace.

“Would you like to see that instead of the rooms?” He asks and looks down at her, his lips pressed into a thin line but he grins, she can see.

“What if I want to see it all?” She raises an eyebrow.

Dean’s chuckling softly, “Rooms first. I might have something you like.”

Something she likes? Well, if that doesn’t pique her curiosity she doesn’t know what will. She doubts that it’s going to be another sybian room, though. Maybe she can ask if she can go into that room again some other time. Or maybe he can tie her up in that rope, she was scared at first but it sounds appealing to be dominated and hanging around of a ceiling, the rope tight around her body, the material digging into her skin.

He comes to a halt at the door next to the room with the sybian bull and opens it to let her take a peek.

“It’s the furry room.” He says, and crosses his arms over his chest and leans his back against the door frame lazily.

Y/N’s about to ask him what that means when her gaze registers the clothing rack to the far left side. There’s a big mirror on the right and mattresses on the floor.

“Oh, my god,” She huffs out a breath, “These are costumes, right?” She can see some costumes of foxes and wolves, cats and dogs, lions and tigers and many more, “Are people really into this kind of thing?”

He has to chuckle, “Oh, you poor sheltered girl,” He walks in and picks out a costume to show it to her, “You won’t believe it, but this room is always fully booked. If you want to use this room, there’s a two weeks waiting list.”

“Dean?”

“Huh?” He hangs the costume back on its rack.

“I know, no kink shame and all, but, ewwwww,” She grimaces and shudders.

“I take it you don’t want to try it on?” Dean’s laughing as he walks towards her and takes her hand in his.

“Over my dead body,” She sighs and Dean pulls her out to open the door to the room next door.

“Medical room.” He says, and opens the door wide for her to see.

She steps around him and walks inside. There’s a white desk in the middle and off to the wall is an examination table. Hanging on grids are various sizes of dildos and strap ons. There’s also a tray next to the examination table with medical supplies.

It doesn’t really throw her off like it maybe should, because she can really imagine a lot of people being into that.

“So, the people who book the rooms, with whom do they fulfill their fantasies with? Employees of yours or other members?” She takes the strap on dildo from the grid. The leather is firm in her hands.

Dean walks in behind her, stops by the desk, “It depends. Sometimes members find their way to each other and they try different rooms together. Sometimes they invite an employee. The employee can agree or deny. It’s up to them. They don’t get paid to do it, you know? And sometimes, they mingle in the front first and invite someone to the VIP rooms. Every non-member has to sign an NDA before they enter.”

“You’re thorough.” She grins while she tries to strap the dildo around her waist.

Dean watches her in bewilderment before he answers, “I went on to business school, they taught me to be thorough.”

Y/N wiggles her hips, making the dildo swing around. She’s laughing and Dean can’t help but laugh with her.

“Is this the thing you said I’d like? Because honestly, I do?”

“You’re having way more fun than you should, you know?” He walks closer. His hands go to the strap on and releases it from around her hips. He hangs it back up, “No, it’s the next room that I’m excited for you to see.”

Dean takes her hand and walks out. They pass a couple more rooms until he stops. He exhales before he opens and tells her to close her eyes. She can see that he’s nervous and now she’s anxious about what lies inside of that room. What could possibly make Dean Winchester nervous?

She closes her eyes and Dean places a hand around her waist to walk her inside. Their steps echoes. She can feel from the reverberation that the room is bigger than all the other rooms they’ve been in.

“Okay,” Dean says, “Open up,”

Blinking her eyes open she takes it in and immediately her jaw drops.

“It’s a classroom.” He mumbles behind her.

Yeah, well, she can see that, but it’s not only a classroom. It’s their classroom. Their fucking English classroom from high school. Everything looks exactly the same, apart from the fact that there are no windows. There are still the same books displayed on the bookshelves, the same posters hanging on the walls. A big red ruler on the teacher’s desk, the same one their English teacher used to use to point at the black board. She can’t imagine how much trouble Dean went through to get his hands on all these things.

“Dean— I—,”

“Would it be weird if I say that English was the class I was always looking forward to the most?” His voice is a little lower, a little softer.

“I don’t know what to say,” She confesses.

“You don’t have to say anything,” He shrugs, “People use this room for role play. Usually teacher students kind of thing, you know. But it has a whole different meaning to me.” He walks over to the row where they used to sit in the classroom back at school and she follows him.

He pulls the chair to let her sit down and it’s weird. It’s like they’re catapulted back in time. Dean sits next to her and he leans forward, braces his elbow on the table, “Look here,” He taps at the wood on the side of the table.

D.W.

“You carved it here, too?” She chuckles.

Dean grins, all cocky and bravado, “Gotta let people know what’s mine.”

“This is crazy,” She shakes her head but she can’t hide the fact that she’s impressed with all the details, “You really liked English, huh?”

“You didn’t see it, did you?” He asks.

“See what?”

“Jesus, Y/N,” Dean groans and bends down, leaving his forehead on the table before he tilts his head. She can see that he’s blushing a little, “I only liked it because I sat next to you!”

She’s taken aback by the revelation, “I didn’t know,”

He chuckles at that, “No, of course you didn’t. You always were such a good girl back then and you hung on to every one of the teacher’s words. I’m surprised you even knew who I was.”

Dean’s not wrong. She was kind of a nerd.

“Fact is, I already liked you back then. And I asked you out to prom but you shot me down.” He says in a teasing way and she gasps.

“I didn’t.”

“Eh..ya, you did,”

“What?” She shouts out, “You didn’t ask me! As far as I can remember you asked ‘Are you going to the prom?’ and I said no.”

Dean raises his eyebrows and looks a little annoyed.

And then the penny drops, “Ooooooh! Oh, no, Dean. That’s not how you ask someone to the prom!”

“Yeah,” He chuckles, “I was young and a cocky bastard, okay? I didn’t know how to ask someone out whom I felt something for.”

“You felt something for me, back then?”

He clasps his hand over his face and rubs at this scruff, “Yeah, I did.”

She feels blood rushing to her head. He did like her then? Does he still like her now?

Before she can ask, Dean reaches out to touch her face, fingers skimming over her cheek. He leans closer, “Can I kiss you? I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t.”

Y/N bites her lip which she curves up into a smile, and nods her head in approval.

Dean exhales and leans closer. He grins as his lips ghosts over hers. He’s so close. She can smell his breath hot on her face. His hand is on the back of her neck, drawing her closer to him. They chuckle and it’s awkward. It’s like those awkward first kisses as teenagers. Their noses bump against each other and it’s like she doesn’t know how things work anymore, until Dean takes the lead and presses his plump lips to hers. It’s soft and salty, minty fresh too. His tongue teases along her bottom lip and she opens up her mouth a little more, letting him in. His tastes flood her senses, and god, she likes it.

The kiss is careful, soft. He breaks it after a short while but leaves his forehead on hers, “Always wanted to do that.” He grins and pecks her lips once more.

“We can continue to do that,” She licks at her lips, where a faint taste of him still lingers.

He chuckles, “Nah, I’m afraid that if I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

She frowns at him, “And you have to stop, because…”

Dean stands up and takes her hand, pulls her with him as he makes his way out of the door, “Y/N, I’m a gentleman and not a hot headed teenager anymore. I wanna take you out properly before I even start to think about doing anything else with you.”

“Or do anything to me?” Her grin is cocky, maybe as cocky as his when he was younger.

He groans, and turns around, cupping her chin between his thumb and forefinger to tilt it up, “You have no idea what I dreamed of doing,” He kisses her lips one more time, “You hungry? I know just the place,”

Honestly, she would follow him into a dingy bar if that’s where he wants to take her, just to get it over with. She knows that her thinking might be desperate but maybe she is. She wanted to tell him before, when he said that he won’t be able to stop, that she didn’t want him to. Didn’t want him to stop when his kisses are so intoxicating.

Dean drives her to the diner which is about five miles from their old school. It’s where the students used to hang out and he remembered seeing her there on a couple of occasions, mainly when there was a birthday of someone she knew or one of her circle of friends invited her there. Dean knew that she didn’t have money back then. He had seen her nursing a warm milkshake more times that he would have wanted. He wished that he could turn back time and maybe jump over his own shadow and take her out. Well, he tries to make up for lost time now.

She gets out and looks at the diner, “Oh my god. This is a surprise.”

Dean chuckles and weaves his arm around her waist, pulls her close to him and starts to walk to the front of the diner.

As they sit in their booth, she looks at the menu.

“You like it here?” He asks, but he already knows the answer because she’s grinning like crazy.

“Very much, yes. I was afraid you’d take me to a fancy restaurant where they have too much cutlery and I never know which one to use.”

He has to chuckle at that, “No, I know that you wouldn’t like that. That’s why we're here, and I’m telling you, they have the best burgers.”

“I’ve been dying to taste it,” She says, “You know, after college, I always wanted to come back here but then I kind of forgot about it.”

“Well, you’re allowed to have everything you want.” He grins, “I’m feeling generous tonight.”

After the meal they walk out and Dean has to hold his belly because it’s so full. She’s trailing behind him and groans to which Dean has to laugh, “You okay?”

“I’m just really full.”

He takes her hand and walks her to the car, “You know, you were right about something,”

“What is it?” He can see her raising an eyebrow at him.

“You really don’t share fries.”

She elbows him in the rib and he chuckles, bends down to kiss the top of her head.

It feels easy, Dean thinks, he doesn't know why he was so afraid to ask her out in the first place. He likes how they can talk, how they can laugh together, how she just knows who he really is and not who he tries so hard to be.

“So,” Dean looks over to her when they settle in the car, “Where to next?”

Y/N smirks, “I don’t know? What do you usually do on a date?”

He is taken aback by the question because first of all, she considers it a date, too. And second of all, Dean would usually take the girl back her home after a meal or drink, fuck her roughly once, maybe twice if she’s really good, and then leave with a promise to call her but never does. He can’t tell her that now, can he?

No, he can’t. Instead he says, “I usually go to the club for a drink and then drive the woman home and say my goodbyes.”

She snorts out a laugh, holds her belly and her whole body is shaking. He can’t help but laugh with her, “That’s it? Oh, come on, Dean.”

“I am serious!” He whines, but she sends him a glare.

“Fine, whatever helps you sleep at night,”

“So, where do you want to go?” He asks again, his fingers on the car key, ready to turn.

Pursing her lips into a thin line, she pretends to think, “To your club? I’m really curious about the Arabian night.”

Dean nods, “The club it is.” He starts the ignition, drives off, and he knows that she’s been watching him, so he asks, “What?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know. That easy? What if I would have said that I wanted to go to the movies? Or to a concert? Or a walk in the park?”

He turns his head to look at her, a smile on his face, “Honestly? I would have taken you anywhere you want, Y/N.”

Chapter 8

#euphoria #spnkinkbingo #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #nathalie writes

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When an Orc Teaches a Math Class

What happens when Bolg's father gets accepted as his high school's new math teacher? https://archiveofourown.org/works/31756993 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

When Bolg heard the news his father had been accepted as The Middle-earth Academy for Cooperation and Mutual Success’ new math teacher, two things popped into his mind. The first being that he would allow no one to learn the new math teacher was his father and the second being he was going to avoid the math department as much as possible when he arrived at The Middle-earth Academy for Cooperation and Mutual Success (or MACMutS as everybody called it) in the Fall for his second year of high school.

“I can’t believe it!” Azog, Bolg’s father, exclaimed in Orkish as he pointed at his computer screen (and, yes, Orcs did have internet) for the seventeenth time.

Bolg, who sat at the kitchen table, nodded. He stared through the entrance of their home at the mountains in the distance. The ridges’ dark colors were comforting like the soup his father made during the Winter months. All the Orcs in their commune always jostled over to their dwelling as soon as they smelled the aroma of Azog’s signature dish seeping out of the little hut. With his dad now working at MACMutS full-time, Bolg wondered how their comrades would fare without him.

“This is wonderful,” Azog babbled on. “I’m finally going to meet new people, make connections, and see the world!”

~~~

A month and eleven days later, Azog and Bolg were off to see the world, or rather off to travel by train for eight hours and seven minutes to get to Gondor from Gundabad. After a little hassle at the train station to get a taxi to Minas Tirith (the problem was that Orcs didn’t have a system based on currency, so it was a bit hard to convince a Human driver to take them for free. Azog eventually just gave the Human his phone number and promised to do car maintenance for no charge at any time. Bolg was a bit skeptical how this could happen since Azog didn’t own any equipment to do car repairs, but the driver accepted the deal, so Bolg stayed silent), they arrived just outside the school’s main gates.

“How did you get here last time?” Azog huffed as he pulled the last of the luggage out of the taxi and waved the driver goodbye. Azog had brought an extra luggage bag just for his cooking ingredients to his son’s disapproval.

Bolg scratched his pale bald head. He didn’t want to admit he had relied on a Dwarvish prince he had met on the train to pay for his fare. “Uh, I just gave the driver the rest of the snacks you had packed me.”

“This will need to change,” Azog declared. “I will speak to the administration and make sure they give Orc students a pass to get free taxi rides. This school is supposed to be the symbol of acceptance and how can it live up to that ideal when it’s a financial struggle for some of their students to even get here.”

Bolg had stopped listening to his father as he noticed a few other students, non-Orcs who were probably First Years, gaping in their direction. He could somewhat understand their astonishment. Orcs only left their secluded communities for political or educational reasons and it had been over three hundred years since any major force of Orcs had participated in the continent’s wars. Still, Orcs weren’t that rare. If anything, they were much more numerous than Elves. Maybe they come from rural communities. Wait, why am I making excuses for them? They shouldn’t be staring . He glared at them and they hastily turned their gazes away.

“Well, Bolg, I’ll let you go to your dorm room. It’s a shame that you aren’t in any of my classes, but I will certainly see you around!”

As he trudged away from his father, Bolg prayed they would never cross paths inside the school.

~~~

“Bolg, what do you think of the new math teacher?” Rosie Cotton, a Hobbit in his year and one of his new dorm hallmates, asked as they headed off to the cafeteria together. The height difference was considerable between the two of them and Bolg had to bend down to hear her. The good thing was Rosie usually just chattered on without waiting for Bolg to reply, so if he missed a few words here and there, it was rarely an issue.

Bolg squinted his eyes against the late Summer sun, which was still bright despite the fact it was nearly evening. Orc eyes aren’t meant for this much luminosity. A pang of homesickness shot through him as he missed the cool, dark mountains around Gundabad. “Yeah, I think it’s great the school is hiring an Orc to be on their faculty.” He felt appreciative that Orcs didn’t have last names. No one had to know that Azog was his father and he preferred not to answer questions about how Orcs were birthed.

“Me, too! The school has been pretty good about having a diverse set of teachers and administrators, so it’s about time they hired an Orc. Ooh, I heard from Fredegar Bolger…” And Rosie rambled on until they arrived at the dining commons and went their separate ways.

After Bolg had picked up a steaming bowl of rabbit soup, he found his way over to his friends. It had been a couple months since he had spoken to any of them. While he did have internet back home, the connection wasn’t strong enough for video chatting.

“Bolg,” Gothmog cried, slapping his fat peach-colored hand against Bolg’s back as Bolg slid down on the bench beside the Mordorian Orc. “Good to see you. I was worried that you were never going to show up.”

“What, Gothmog? I was just finishing unpacking.” Bolg glanced at the other people at the table. There was Yazneg, an Orc from Moria, Shagrat, a Black Uruk from Cirith Ungol, and three dwarves from the Lonely Mountain who were all related and named Bifur, Bofur, and Bumbur. Off at the edge of the table was their year’s loner, a Human named Aragorn. Rumor had it that Aragorn had been raised by Elves, but had been kicked out for undisclosed reasons. He currently lived as a nomad among the Rangers of the North. The theories for why the Elves supposedly shunned Aragorn were vast and Bolg, despite having sat at the same dining table as the boy everyday of the last school year, still had no knowledge of Aragorn’s true history.

Bolg only half-listened to his friends as he slurped his stew. Shagrat complained about the creepy giant spider that lived next to his commune’s settlement. The dwarfs discussed how the mining expenditures in the East were progressing. Not like the Orcs really cared as money meant little to them.

“Y’know that new math teacher?” Yazneg’s voice jolted through his ears. Bolg spit his stew back into his bowl.

The others, even Aragorn, stared at Bolg.

“You okay, buddy?” Bofur asked, his dark brown eyes brimming with worry.

Bolg took a steady breath and placed his bowl back down onto the table with a soft clink. “Y-yes. Um, what were you saying about the new math teacher, Yazneg?”

Yazneg frowned, but carried on. “I was just gonna say that when I mentioned his name to my commune, they said that he was originally from Moria, but moved to Gundabad when he was young. I just found it kinda strange. For you non-Orcs, it’s rare that one of us leaves the place where we’re from. Bolg, you’re from Gundabad. Do you know anything about Azog?”

Once again, all eyes were on him. Bolg chewed his lip. “Uh, I don’t think so.”

Everyone continued to peer at him until Gothmog broke the silence by bragging about a difficult wrestling tournament he had won over the Summer.

Bolg’s secret was safe.

~~~

At least that’s what he had thought. They had all finished eating and saying their goodbyes. Bolg had been heading over to catch up with Rosie who was exiting the dining hall by herself when he felt a firm hand grasp his wrist.

Tense, he twisted around to see Aragorn looking up at him with narrowed eyes. Bolg trembled and had to remind himself that he was a Gundabad Orc and Gundabad Orcs weren’t scared of anything. “Why didn’t you tell them that Azog is your father?” Aragorn asked in a low voice.

Bolg glanced around him to make sure there were no onlookers. Fortunately, most other students were too occupied catching up with their friends and eating to notice Bolg and Aragorn. “I-I...How did you know?”

Aragorn shrugged. “I’ve heard about your father before. As Yazneg says, it’s rare for an Orc to leave their commune.”

“You Rangers spy on us?”

“You’re not answering my question.” Aragorn released Bolg’s wrist.

Bolg rubbed it. Aragorn had been gripping his wrist tight. “Do I have to? You never tell anyone your history, so why should I tell you mine?”

The Human sighed. “Fair point. Okay, keep your secrets to yourself, but don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone else.” With that, Aragorn strode away.

~~~

Why did Bolg want to keep his father’s identity a secret? Aragorn’s question rattled Bolg’s brain for the rest of the night. Luckily, if his roommate Faramir noticed, he didn’t say anything as they both prepared for bed.

Bolg lay on his mattress, staring at the darkness glittering around him. He had chosen the bed farthest from the window because light and Orcs didn’t exactly mix, but the usual comfort gloom gave him wasn’t there.

He turned onto his side again, the frame creaking underneath him as he moved.

“Hey, Bolg, are you alright?” On the other side of the room, the lamp flicked on, spreading glaring light across the open space.

Bolg sat up and twisted around to see Faramir peering at him. The young Human’s long dark hair was a bit tussled from lying down and his gray eyes appeared concerned. Bolg didn’t know much about his roommate beyond the fact he was the Gondorian steward’s son. He had thought it was a bit strange that Faramir had chosen to stay on campus when he lived not too far away in a palace, but decided he wasn’t in a place to question a noble’s decision.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” Bolg stammered.

“Just wanted to make sure since you’ve moved around at least five times now.”

Nine, Bolg thought to himself. “Yeah, everything’s good. I’m just stressing about something stupid. Not something anybody would care to listen to.”

“Try me. I’ve been told I’m a good listener.” The Human gave a little smile.

Bolg had never talked to anybody about his feelings before. It wasn’t something accepted in Orkish culture. If you had an issue, you just complained about the person closest in proximity to you and then wrestled with them until you felt better. Bolg didn’t feel like wrestling with Faramir. “Um, well, it’s about a certain someone. I don’t want anyone knowing about my, uh, connection to them because it’s just so embarrassing and he’s just so embarrassing and he doesn’t exactly fit certain standards and I think everybody would think I’m weird for being connected to him and then it...I would be a mess…”

Bolg stared at the ground. He was so glad that Orcs didn’t blush or he would be bright red right now.

“You have a crush on someone?” Faramir asked, his eyebrows raised. “It’s fine if you do. Feeling embarrassed about crushes is normal and you never know, maybe he likes you back. If you want help reaching out to him, whoever he is, I can help out-”

“No,” Bolg interjected. Another wave of gratefulness for Orcs’ inability to blush sparked through him. “It’s not a crush. It’s my...father.” Getting that last word out felt like trying to push Mount Gundabad over a few inches.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Bolg turned his attention to a tiny moth fluttering by Faramir’s lamp. “He’s the new math teacher.”

“Azog? Oh, I have him.”

“I mean, he’s energetic and strong and cares a lot about education, but he’s a bit bizarre in terms of Orkish culture. He wants to explore the world and meet new people and...he has a kid.”

“Is having a kid a bad thing? Sorry, I don’t know much about Orkish culture.” Faramir gazed at the floor.

“Orcs don’t really have families. We’re kind of born the size of adults and just integrated into our communes immediately. I mean, we still mature over time like other species do, but we don’t have parents. The fact my dad decided to raise me on his own is strange and we keep it a secret in our commune to avoid being shamed by other Orcs.”

“Born the size of adults,” Faramir murmured.

“Don’t think about it too much.” Bolg rubbed his head. “Sorry to bother you with this. I should have kept it to myself.”

The Human glanced up at Bolg. “No, no. It’s alright. How can I support you?”

Bolg blinked at Faramir. “Do you think I should tell my friends?”

Faramir sighed. “It’s up to you to do what you think is best, but if they’re good friends, then I’m sure they’ll support you.”

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Bolg prayed Faramir was right as he sat down at the dining table the next morning. He had arrived at the cafeteria on the earlier side, hoping that the quieter atmosphere would calm his nerves before he spoke to his friends.

“Bolg, you’re early!” A voice cried out behind him in heavily accented Orkish.

Bolg twisted around to see Gothmog striding toward him. They rarely spoke Orkish to one another since the Gundabad and Mordorian dialects were, for the most, mutually unintelligible.

“Yeah,” Bolg replied in Common Speech. He fiddled with the fork he was using to eat his breakfast patties.

Gothmog took a seat beside him. “The cooks are trying out this new soup. Apparently they got the recipe from the new math teacher. He even donated his ingredients to them. It’s a Winter soup, but technically can be made year-round.”

Sure enough, the distinct aroma of his father’s signature dish swarmed Bolg’s senses.

“Is that a tear? Orcs don’t cry, silly.”

Bolg turned away from his friend. More tears wracked though his body and hiccups escaped through his mouth. His stomach burned inside of him and he craved to crawl into a nice, dark hole.

Gothmog began slapping his back. “Uh, Bolg? You okay? Are you allergic to the soup? Do you want to wrestle?”

A chorus of footsteps sounded behind Bolg. “What’s going on?” Came Bofur’s excited voice. Even more tears gushed from Bolg’s eyelids.

“Dunno,” He heard Yaznag say.

“I’ve never seen an Orc act like that,” blurted Shagrat. “Maybe he needs a good chokehold.”

“I don’t think that will help him,” Aragorn muttered.

Bolg shoved his platter of food away and pushed his face against the table's hard surface. Gothmog continued to clobber his back.

“Hey, Bolg, what’s going on? Are you alright?” Rosie’s breath tickled his arm. He hadn’t even heard her step by.

“Should we get a teacher?” Bumbur asked.

“Mister Azog, over here!” Bofur shouted. Bolg could hear what was most likely Bifur, Bofur’s mute cousin, jumping up and down to wave over the educator.

Heavy footsteps clomped in Bolg’s direction. “Hey, son, what’s going on?” Azog asked in Orkish.

“Wait, Mister Azog is your father?” Yazneg asked in Common Speech.

“Orcs don’t have fathers, silly,” Gothmog said in between wacks.

Strength surged through Bolg’s body and he sat up. Taking a deep breath, he wiped away his tears. With a single hand, he knocked Gothmog over onto the ground. Rosie, Bofur, and Bumbur all gasped. “It’s true,” Bolg said. He peered at his father who stood by the other side of the table. “The new math teacher is my father.”

#LOTR fanfic #High school AU #LOTR High School AU #orcs #bolg and azog #bolg #azog #the Hobbit #the Hobbit movies #aragorn #faramir #fanfiction #silly

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deans-haunted-baby · 4 years

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The Last Rites

*So, many fans including myself were unhappy with Adam Milligan and Michael’s exits out of Supernatural. This is my fix-it or at least my interpretation of what happened after 15x19 and 15x20. Enjoy!*

Summery: Chuck now human is a bitter bin collector and part-time serial killer stalking his latest victim. Little does he know that the dynamic human vessel/archangel duo Michael and Adam have been stalking him.

"Damn that Sam and Dean and that little brat for making me human! But I'll get the last laugh," he says as he makes his rounds and choosing his latest victim. Plotting all the terrible things he plans on doing to the Winchesters. “I’ll get them all for this!”

As Chuck follows this person out to their car in the middle of the night, knife in hand. All off a sudden he hears wings flapping and turns around in horror. His eyes bug out when he sees a figure standing before him in the shadows.

"W-who's there?"

Michael/Adam step out of the darkness wearing a "surprise-bitch" look on their face: "Hello...father" by the darkness of his ton Chuck knows his son hadn't forgotten the last time they saw each other. By that lakeside where he'd killed him for helping the Winchesters.

"No i-its impossible... You're dead I killed you. You should be in the Empty."

Michael hesitantly shakes his head. "Not anymore."

"How?"

"Let's just say I made bail thanks to my nephew and Castiel as they needed my assistance in Heaven's rehabilitation. And I humbly obliged."

"Castiel? He's alive too?! And you're working for them?! Why? That little brat took my power!" Chuck screams in anguish. "NO you both should be suffering in the Empty for all eternity!"

Michael/Adam looks at his hands flexing them into fists. Recalling the last second he drew breath being smited by his father. Regretting his decision to ever forsake his duty for humanity for his father. And his anger burns like acid.

"After what you did to me the last time we spoke...all I've cherished was this moment," the archangel Prince darkly replies. Adam's soul quietly astral-projected is in the background roots on his buddy. "Jack and Castiel offered me a chance to atone myself for wrongly choosing you over that which I’ve swore an oath to protect. That I could leave the Empty and reclaim my throne in Heaven if I stayed on Earth and helped the Winchesters clean up your mess."

Chuck glares "So you're their bitchboy now? Ha, pathetic." He chortled in his throat. "I always knew you were weak, Michael. Being in that cage all those years with Sam and Dean's forgotten little bro has made you soft."

Michael's cheeks throb angrily. But he maintains his restraint. "Oh I'm not doing this for them," he reveals; stepping a little closer to his father. Shoulders squared. "Being stuck on Earth is also my punishment. But I've accepted it...I deserve my fate...just as you deserve yours right now."

Chuck then scrutinizes his son suspiciously. Looking from the archangel's fists to the face of his vessel Adam.

"What so you're like an archangel superhero now?" He can't contain a laugh. "Wow those Winchesters must be really desperate to resort to sending you here instead of facing me themselves."

Michael shook his head. "As I've already stated...I'm not here for them, he says. "The one called Dean, my original sword, has already fallen in battle and has inherited his place in my nephew's paradise. And his brother Sam sought out his other brother Adam, my chosen vessel. They've been working together ever since."

"And that's when Jack sent you."

“Yes."

"Dammit!,” Chuck swears this wasn't suppose to happen. If he killed a Winchester in his story the other brother left alive was suppose to take his own life in grief. No this couldn't be happening. They changed his ending AGAIN. "THIS WASN'T THE ENDING I PLANNED! I DIDN'T WRITE THIS!"

Michael cocks his head sideways; basking in his father's frustration. It was music to his ears. Then he's serious; raising his hand and forwarding his palm in a power-up.

"Your reign if tyranny is over father. You will not be scribing another's fate ever again. Not while I'm around."

At that Chuck's face is ghostly white. "Wait, what are you doing?" He puts up his hands submissively. "I'm human now, you can't just smite me. I'm part of the humanity that I created for you to protect!"

"Oh you don't have any rights here," growls the archangel sternly. "You gave up those privileges when you chose to use your newfound humanity to blindly murder others. Your arrogance and hatred for mankind was your own undoing. And now your death shall be your punishment, father."

Chuck trembling now resorts to begging for his son's mercy. "Michael, wait son we can talk about this." He showcases a nervous smile. "We can still make this right."

"No we can't." Michael scoffs. "The centuries of my allegiance to you have also perished. And I've wanted nothing more than to watch you beg forgiveness as you draw your last breath."

"Wait please show your father mercy, my son! Please!"

"Like the mercy you demonstrated to me that day by the lake shore?"

Chuck nodded still keeping his hands up. Okay so Michael was still pissed about that. "Fine you're right that was a mistake. I should've never hurt you like that. I was wrong and I see that now."

Michael's expression is smug, giving a mild throat chuckle. Then his cold expression shifts into anguish. "I hate myself for ever believing in you and turning my back on humanity. I will never be able to forgive myself for making that choice. For allowing you, Lucifer and my devotion to you to manipulate me from doing what was right."

"This doesn't have to get ugly Michael, we can still talk this out." Chuck begs. “Come on, what do ya say?”

"No we're done talking father." Michael's eyes glow like silvery blue light.

Chuck back peddles "Wait j-just give me another chance. I can prove to you I'll change I will."

Michael chuckles darkly, "Like the chance you were about to give that civilian you were following just now? Or the others you’ve murdered since?"

He eyes the knife in his father's hand. Suddenly Chuck realizes this and impulsively drops it onto the pavement.

"No, this isn’t what it looks like. I-I wasn't going to hurt anyone else. I swear!"

"You'll never learn will you father," Michael shrugs apathetically. "It's a shame. You were given a gift by your own flesh and blood and you've squandered it."

"WAIT MICHAEL, PLEASE LET'S JUST TALK ABOUT THIS!"

No, no the archangel Prince was done talking. He'd said all he needed to say and with that throws Chuck's own last words to him right back in the short man's face.

"SAVE IT!" smiting him instantly on the spot. Blasting his father in a blinding light, erasing him from existence. When the dust settles Michael eases his tense shoulders releasing a sharp intake of breath.

Adam's projected soul then takes it upon himself to console his friend. Who is clearly bitter about destroying his own father even if he was an evil bastard.

"You did the right thing you know," the pre-med student/hunter in training reassures him. "Your dad would've killed that person if you hadn't intervened."

But Michael doesn't want to hear it. "I didn't do this for that person. I did it out of my own volition. I wanted my father to pay for what he'd done to me and my broken vow."

"It still doesn't change the fact that you saved someone tonight, Michael,” Adam insists. “And you proved that you can be better than Chuck ever was."

Michael frowns lowering his gaze to the ground melancholically.

"Or maybe I've just demonstrated that I am no better than him. I betrayed my sworn oath," the archangel squeezes his fist tightly. Putting all his anger into that hand. "And for that transgression alone I shall never be redeemed."

Adam recognizing the sadness in Michael's expression, throws his celestial pal a genuine smile, kneading his shoulder. "There's always redemption for all of us," he says gently. "I believe my brothers were capable of that, even if they never cared about me. Knowing you and even getting to know Sam has taught me so much more about myself, my family and what I'm meant to do with my life."

"What like being a hero?"

"Yah and it's kinda cool I get to kick some ass with an archangel."

"So, you want to honor your family. Despite what fate they'd left you to."

Adam shook his head. "Sam and Dean were far from perfect. I don't think I'll ever fully forgive them for what happened," he reveals. "BUT I think it changed me for the better. I got to become friends with Heavens MVP and I care about their cause now. They wanted to protect the world from evil and that's what I want to do. It's not about honoring the Winchester's legacy I want to do some good in this world. And you know what...I think you do too."

The archangel smiled to himself. "Well I did get some amusement out of watching my father squirm," He says lightly then adds. "Alright kid, you win. We shall continue our eternal quest for justice."

"Good, but we can continue that quest another night," the pre-med checks his wristwatch. "I gotta get some rest I have classes in the morning."

Michael scrutinized Adam. "You do know that you no longer require rest now that I've possessed this vessel or has that notion escaped you?"

“Oh yah I forgot," Adam laughs. "I guess I won't be needing sleep anytime soon then. Let's go home anyway I want to check out the bunker some more. Find any hidden passages or something."

"As you wish. I imagine your canine companion is also getting famished without us around to feed it."

A light bulb went off in his head. Right Sam and Dean's dog Miracle was in his care now. He loved that scruffy mutt even if he did drool a lot. Time to get home.

"Miracle, okay we gotta get home stat!"

And with that Michael flew back to the bunker.

#adam milligan #supernatural #midam #michael the archangel #Archangel Michael #chuck shurley #SPN #adam x michael #michael x adam #spn one shot #spn fix-it #spn fanfic #chuck god #spn spoilers #supernatural season 15

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Frostiron Holiday Wishes Challenge ❆ 🎅🎄Master Post!

Thank you to all those who’ve submitted a prompt/wish and lovely artwork/fics for these wishes! Here is a compiled list of all the prompt fills received! :D <3

Requester: @kimmycup Wish (Prompt/Idea): Invasion fic where Tony figures out Loki was mind controlled before Loki does: "But I WAS in control. Thanos didn't control me like I did Clint." "Yeah sure. And if you wanted to take over the world, what would you do?" Loki spluttered, fully aware that plan was dumb. Still, he would KNOW if he were controlled... Right? "But I wasn't mind controlled! It was me!"

❆ Fill: By @worstloki Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638613717830008832/

Requester: @brianadoesart Wish (Prompt/Idea): Cupcake shop au!!! One of our boys owns a cupcake shop and the other one is a FREQUENT visitor to said coffee shop. Lots of people think its because they have a sweet tooth, but they're just hopelessly in love with whichever one owns the shop.

❆ Fill: By @worstloki Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638613402351239168/

Requester: @snarkyship Wish (Prompt/Idea): Human/no powers AU. Sort-of-enemies to friends to lovers.Tony rents this house/bungalow by the sea for the summer, with a kind of private beach where there is also a cute gazebo. Only that the gazebo is exactly halfway with the other property (by some mistake?). And the tenant of the neighbour bungalow is Loki, who's not so keen on sharing. So Loki&Tony will start a "war" to gain possession of the gazebo, doing their worst using the excuse of "this is my half, I can use it as I want". ((Optional: there is a table right in the middle, so at the beginning they sit at their own side glaring at each other, before starting deploying more convoluted tactics)).Mischief after mischief, they will start to know each other and of course everything will end with one of them inviting the other to their half for a romantic dinner and they'll end up sharing more than the gazebo <3((I hope it's enough clear and but also not too detailed??))

❆ Fill: By @worstloki Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638612819398606848/

Requester: @loufeysson Wish (Prompt/Idea): Hi! my prompt is teenage Tony and android Loki in a futuristic universe (in the style of Black Mirror, maybe?) 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 Thank you!

❆ Fill: By @lightneverfades (yours truly haha!) Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638487122698010624/

Requester: @lightneverfades Wish (Prompt/Idea): Loki is a yoga instructor and one day Tony goes to one of his classes and finds out the best positions to ‘relax’ - body, mind and soul >:D. (I love puns, so go crazy hahaha!)

❆ Fill: By @snarkyship Link: https://snarkyship.tumblr.com/post/638415118181580800/

Requester: @martiszcz Wish (Prompt/Idea): Someone is trying to break them up by making Loki jealous, mentioning Tony's playboy years, talking about the time they slept with Tony, talking about how much time he spends with some friend (Pepper, Rhodey, I don't care who) but Loki doesn't react - they trust each other.

❆ Fill: By @snarkyship Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638434199159865344/

Requester: Nivael * Wish (Prompt/Idea): Loki and Tony are in an established relationship. Things go great, but Loki is still unaccepting of his Jotun heritage and body. While Tony is completely fascinated by it, partly because Loki tries to hide it so hard. So he gets a fancy magical gadget from Strange (amulet, bracelet,...?) to be able to avoid frostbite so he can touch Loki even when he's in his Jotun form. Then there will be smut! :D

❆ Fill: By @snarkyship Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638434042873872384

Requester: @loufeysson Wish (Prompt/Idea): Hi! my prompt is teenage Tony and android Loki in a futuristic universe (in the style of Black Mirror, maybe?) 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 Thank you!

❆ Fill: By @snarkyship Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638433959345274880/

Requester: @arandomsewer Wish (Prompt/Idea): I just want him to live on and being supported by his Friends and his brother recognizing him, that's basically the prompt. Tho here's the details of the Idea I had: Loki is living at the tower with the others (of course) too proud to say out loud how much he likes life on earth... The usual.Something happens and suddenly the magic that made him look Asgardian is just not working anymore. Understandably, he freaks out. Im talking hides in his room, crying, anger, hate, on himself and others... The whole lot, he just throws a major fit.The others know him and kind of understand and are patient... But it’s not getting fixed. Days pass, and he's stuck like this. After a while Tony snaps him out of It, and he slowly calms down and starts learning to accept this side of himself. It’s specially strange to him how he can just walk in a room and no one treats him different. How the others are even fascinated by this form. I expect Thor being shocked and curious and snapped at and reminded how he (and his people on general) have been unfair to Loki... And of course, there's the romance with Tony, Who loves him in all his forms (and they fit together 'cause he's kinky and Loki a shapeshifter)Also imagine Loki being terrified of touching Tony and then finding out he's cold to the touch but not actually dangerous (my headcanon: he's the son of Hella. Half giant and half Asgardian, and the actual heir... But that's for another fic)

❆ Fill: By @snarkyship Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638433872244326400/

Requester: @kimmycup Wish (Prompt/Idea): Loki in Tony's MIT sweatshirt.

❆ Fill: By @snarkyship Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638403067804598272/

Requester: @worstloki Wish (Prompt/Idea): Tony and Loki both having panic attacks at the same time. just make it wild. whatever the reasons are, maybe it's the same reason? maybe they have shared triggers? maybe it's separate reasons? maybe the other avengers are around and don't realize the incoming attacks and keep bringing up bad memories? maybe one of them notices the other is freaking out and defends them? maybe drags them away only to also start having a panic attack? whatever. they're both freaking out and just kinda do that. they then bond over it. (this can be crack or angsty I don't mind)

❆ Fill: By @snarkyship Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638402945408499712/

Requester: @shinindragon Wish (Prompt/Idea): The Avengers + Loki fight a villain. Loki uses a lot of his magic, eventually almost draining his energy completely when he protects Tony from getting hurt. When the battle is over, they return to the tower, all of them exhausted. Tony notices Loki doesn't look well, he asks if he's okay. Loki barely gets a word out before he collapses into Tony's arms, unconscious. Thor carries Loki to Tony's and his bedroom, explaining to Tony that he'll be alright, it's just exhaustion from an excessive use of magic. Tony stays with Loki, taking care of him. Fluff and with a sprinkle of angst.

❆ Fill: By @snarkyship Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638402848705675264

Requester: @blancoluna Wish (Prompt/Idea): Basically Friga wonders where she went wrong, asks the Oracle and goes on a guilt trip realizing she messed up to Valhalla and back. The idea is, being a queen-godess of family, she should be able to do something about it, maybe traveling in time or something... And Loki's gonna need powerful allies and Friends, like the Avengers, for example Now the same, but with detail. This is the way I imagined It. Perhaps it’s too much drama? I just don't know how to tackle It or how to go from here:After everything that happened, Frigga wonders where she went wrong, not just with Loki, but with Thor who didn't appreciate his brother, Odín, who treated him unfairly and even the servants, Who didn't respect him.She wonders if she could have done anything, and the guilt wont let her sleep until she goes to the well of wisdom, the Oracle, to seek answers.She is warned the truth may be even more painful. She may not like the answer... But she goes in.It is way worse than she thought: in one second she is reminded of all the times she should have acted, and chose not to, and she sees how It affected her family.She could and should have done something, and she had plenty of time, but at every chance she chose not to. And its perhaps worse than what Odin did because she knew It was wrong but chose to do nothing about It.But even more: It is confirmed to her that not only Odín never gave Loki a chance: he didn't find him. He stole him from the temple where he was guarded. He is not just the son of Louffey, but also of Hella, and thus, the actual heir to the throne of Asgard.She was supposed to be the godess of family, and here she was, consumed by guilt and shame, by having followed blindly a King Who abused her children and betrayed his own heir, aside from many other crimes.But Frigga can't just spend the test of eternity crying. She must do something. She was raised by witches!!Will she manage to get her hands on the time Stone? Or Will she just travel to another dimension to warn a younger version of herself? Will this be the beginning of a new multiverse? The possibilities are endless, when the godess of family must avenge her child...But first: for him to have a better Life he would need support, allies... Friends. (Enter the Avengers)

Add-on: Frigga having this vision was just meant to be a one shot that would connect many different alternative stories, all with the 'what if Frigga did something for Loki' as a common base. All of them would be Frostiron 'cause I honestly believe they are just meant for one another! It is just so open to so many possibilities... That I never got to writing any of them.

One of the first ideas I had following this concept was of Frigga introducing Tony and Loki early on somehow: as kids they would be like 'imaginary friends' then Tony manages to contact him and they are webcam buds... As young adults, they would help each other go a different path than they did in other lives.... and when Loki needed help, he had allies to back him. (The Avengers, whom Tony may have introduced to him earlier)

❆ Fill: By @snarkyship Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638402661807521793

Requester: @brianadoesart Wish (Prompt/Idea): A.... Among Us au....... Impostor Loki protecting his crewmate friend Tony from the other impostors.... I..... Tony and Loki as Among Us beans...

❆ Fill: By @snarkyship Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638403011653353472/

Requester: @kimmycup Wish (Prompt/Idea): Loki in Tony's MIT sweatshirt.

❆ Fill: By @shinindragon Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638390052569907200

Requester: @brianadoesart Wish (Prompt/Idea): A.... Among Us au....... Impostor Loki protecting his crewmate friend Tony from the other impostors.... I..... Tony and Loki as Among Us beans...

❆ Fill: By @kimmycup Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638390059063803904

Requester: @brianadoesart Wish (Prompt/Idea): MERMAIDS. I like mermaids. Either a fic or art, but I just want more content of mer-Loki or mer-Tony. I always enjoy versions where Loki is an underwater prince who falls in love with a stupid human inventor by the name of Tony. He's never been 100% happy in the palace with Thor and the others, so he often would go to the shore to watch the humans. He sees Tony working on the beach one day and becomes interested in him from there on. Basically a little mermaid type thing... I am easy to please. I just like mermaids.

❆ Fill: By @lightneverfades (yours truly haha!) Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638511932186525696/

Requester: @snarkyship Wish (Prompt/Idea): Finally Tony has managed to locate Loki's whereabouts. And it turns out the godling lives in a pretty loft in Manhattan, with all the comforts and the most advanced midgardian technology ((lighting, temperature and everything controlled by a tablet - the Stark latest model!- , appliances linked to the wifi, and has that roomba a knife??)).Tony decides to have a little fun: who said Loki is the only one who can do a little mischief?? So he takes control over Loki's apartment hacking its system; he starts with some flickering lights, the roomba changing suddenly trajectory to stab him, then blasting music in the middle of the night and so on.And Loki would be so frustrated: at the beginning he thinks about some failure in the inferior midgardian technology, then he'll think to be under attack, but he can't feel any magic signature!! Maybe he'll freak out a little, because there is some kind of unknown entity??? ((And while he may be using all the technology without problems, it doesn't mean he fully understands its working)).Tony will have fun, but he also will discover some cute aspects of Loki's personality, like he sings to his plants and he likes to wear fuzzy socks ((ok it sounds voyeuristic, but Tony would respect part Loki's privacy, maybe he'll spy on him only when in the living room or kitchen)).((And maybe he would help Loki as well? Like, the godling had a nightmare after falling asleep on the couch, and Tony would gently woke him up with music))Loki will eventually understand that Stark, the most clever midgardian, was behind all of this, and well, he's the God of Mischief, he can appreciate a well planned trick. Time to return the favor ;)

❆ Fill: By @lightneverfades (yours truly haha!) Link: https://lightneverfades.tumblr.com/post/638390071764074496/

#frostiron holiday wishes challenge #frostiron #master post #hehehe #ahh need to compile before the end of the year!#thank you so much to everyone who submitted prompts and fills!#this was so much fun!#love this fandom

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krystalficloverdh · 3 years

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My hero - HE’S DEAD!!!!

Chapter 11

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I’m back.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” All Might shouted as he received a call from the magical device of the guild making the other teachers jump in surprise except Aizawa, he just yawned.

The hero trembled as he saw the name of Gran Torino over the screen of the device.

“Seriously that was too much.” Izuku pouted as she looked at herself in the mirror of her bedroom and covered her face in shame as she remembered that after her make out session with Katsuki, her friends wouldn’t stop making jokes about them all night long. They didn’t do much, just kisses over there and there, some hickies maybe a possible marriage proposal and nothing more. She touched one of the many marks that covered her neck and shoulders as she remembered the feeling of his lips and teeth on her skin last night.

He really likes to bite.

Her thoughts wandered to how it would feel like if they actually do the real thing, she was a virgin but she wasn’t totally clueless, in her previous life she used to read romance novels all the time but what you read between letters can’t be compared to experience. She widened her eyes as she remembered again and had to slap her cheeks to stop herself from going that path, she just needed to get dressed.

She wandered around her room looking for her favorite vest and stopped in front of a small bureau next to her bed where some flowers rested on a vase that Momo offered to make, they were blood-colored amaryllis black pearls. Since the festival ended, a messenger brought her these flowers but he didn’t tell her who sent them and there wasn’t any note attached to them. Every time she looked at them she felt a strange feeling building up in her stomach and when she tried to think about it, her head always ached so she decided to forget about it.

She opened the kitchen’s door a few minutes later to find Katsuki sitting over a table eating an apple and with his typical scowl on his face that turned more soft the moment he saw her enter. “Good morning Kacchan.” She smiled as she took a piece of bread in front of him at a safe distance and stretched her arms after finishing the bread.

“Morning…” He propped his head up on his hand and watched as the cool air and her stretch made her nipples poked out against her shirt. His gaze dropped lower down to her waist, she signed and crossed her arms over her head.

“Uhm, do you have any idea of what our next mission will be?…” She turned to him but trailed off as she found him staring at her intently, she followed his gaze and blushed. She realized that he was unashamedly staring at her exposed stomach now with his arms crossed over his chest. “Oops!” She adjusted her shirt and remembered that she didn’t button her green vest, it was wide open while her shirt was white and her friends could be seen. She bit her lip nervously as she felt how his gaze was like a physical touch, she could feel it on her skin. “So serious.” She teased after a moment.

“Deku.” Katsuki beckoned her closer with a crooked finger. “C’mere.”

“...What?”

“Are you deaf or something?! Come here!”

“Suspicious.”Izuku eyed him somewhat warily and stepped up to him cautiously, she stopped when she was just inches away and squeaked as a pair of legs hooked behind her to push her up against him while a pair of arms hugged her neck. “If you wanted a hug that much you could’ve just said so.” She muttered against his chest after some minutes of silence as he buried his face over her curls. “Repeat after me... Izuku, I want a hug, who would’ve thought that you were such a closeted lowkey hugger.” She smirked.

“You..” He raised his head at that and I smashed her cheeks with one hand.

“Padffn ffm inffolenff.” She mustered between his hand which meant: Pardon my insolence. She pressed her palm over his hand, she slapped it away before placing her hands over his chest and stood on her tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss. “Have I already told you how much I love you?” That made his angry face disappear and his eyes heat. He rolled them over until he was towering over her and with her back pressed against the table, he kissed her with a fisted a hand in her hair. He used the grip to tilt her head to kiss her deeply, she wrenched her mouth away with a gasp and grabbed his shoulders. “Wait! Time out!”

“Argh! What do you mean time out when you’re here seducing me?!” He bit her jawline. “Take responsibility.”

“S-Seducing…What?!” She blushed and looked around, they were the only ones in the entire common floor.

“Shut up.” He groaned as he leaned down and rubbed his nose against hers before pressing his lips tenderly against hers, she raised her hands and curved them around the back of his neck.

“MY EYES!” Everyone’s thoughts rang at the same time as they watched the scene.

“Sorry to interrupt this lovely moment but some of us need that table to eat.” A teasing voice was heard from behind them and the pair raised their middle fingers at the same time while kissing before parting.

“Hosu City?” The group asked as they heard Aizawa explaining the next mission that includes all the class. There have been cases of murders in that city and they are calling for reinforcements to help investigate and patrol the city. They will be distributed in groups headed by teachers and should leave the next day because it is a two days trip, they decided to take the dragons to get there faster.

“It’s good to see you back without those bandages wrapped around your body Mr. Aizawa, Kero.” Tsuyu said and the teacher smiled softly for a second before returning to his bored expression.

“I’m kinda nervous with the murderer thing Izuku-chan.” Ochako whispered to Izuku.

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” Izuku winked at her, trying to ease her friend's fear.

“Like a prince, I’ve fallen again.” Ochako teared up and tried to hug her but Katsuki was faster and snatched her away.

“Oh my god! Stop it.” Izuku slapped his hand away and laughed at his face, she looked around her friends and noticed that her knight friend was different than usual, he seemed troubled. “Iida-kun…” She stepped up to him with a worried expression. “You know, if you need someone to talk to...I’m always here, we’re friends, right?” She smiled at him.

“Thank you Midoroya, but I think I’ll be fine.” Iida gave her a fake smile. “See you tomorrow morning!” He said cheerfully and she smiled before taking Katsuki’s hand so they could go to the stables.

Something is up, maybe something to do with his brother…?

Izuku was really worried about her friend, she heard from Ochako before the ball about his brother’s situation with the Hero Killer, after his encounter with the criminal he had to be admitted to the hospital for horrible injuries that almost made him lose his life.

“You’re worried about him too?” Todoroki asked beside Izuku and she jumped.

“...Yeah, he seems off.” She crossed her arms and felt her friends hand over her head.

“Don’t worry too much, he’s a smart guy.” He smiled softly and gave her a side glance. “But, I’ll keep an eye on him just in case.”

“Me too.” They gave each other the thumbs before she reached Katsuki again and took his hand.

“I AM HERE IN A BIZARRE POSITION!” All Might appeared in front of the pair with his head bowed down.

“ALL MIGHT?!/ WHAT THE FUCK?! Izuku and Katsuki jumped back.

“Why such a hurry?” Izuku asked more calmly.

“Come with me for a sec.” He waved at her.

“See you at the stables, Kacchan.” Izuku nodded at Katsuki and followed the hero into a deserted corridor, she frowned as she looked how he was shaking uncontrollably.

“I’ll get straight to the point, I got a call from my late teacher who also knows about One For All.” He turned away from her and placed both hands over the wall.

“Really? Someone that great? Who is it?” She beamed happily, she was actually curious about her mentor’s student years.

“His hero’s name is Gran Torino...Ugh!” He said while his legs started to shake. “He watched the festival and mabe thought that my teaching was inadequate, he went so far by using his hero name…Scary!” He slapped his legs over and over. “Dammit! Stop shaking!”

All Might is seriously freaking out right now, just how scary is this guy?

“Anyways...as your mentor, it’s my duty to train you but if he’s calling, there must be something important for you to see...You should give it a thought considering he knows about you know…” The hero said while slapping his legs again.

“I can pay him a visit before I arrive Hosu City…” She said softly and the hero turned to her with a crooked smile which shocked her.

“A VISIT! THAT WOULD DO!” He handed her a piece of paper. “H-Here is the address.”

“I suppose you’re not going, right?” She raised an eyebrow as she took the paper and read it to discover that it was in Hosu City.

“NO!” He gave her thumbs but was still shaking.

“I’ll go pack.” She snorted and waved at her mentor as she turned around before feeling a hand gripping her shoulder.

“Midoriya, my girl.” All Might whispered to her in a way that gave her chills. “Are you and young Bakugou dating?”

Crap.

“Tell me why we are here again.” Katsuki asked as he looked down at the old house outside Hosu City from Inna’s back, it looked suspicious.

Izuku turned sideways over Inna’s back prepared to jump down. “All Might told me he could help me train my telekinesis abilities.” She reassured him but his snarl didn’t falter, she didn’t like to lie to him but that was the only way for now. “I’ll be finished by night.” She gave him a chaste kiss before jumping down.

“I’ll come back for you after finishing the patrol.” He said and took flight.

Izuku stepped up in front of a cabin, she knocked twice before opening the door.“My name is Izuku Midoriya from UA Guild, nice to meet…” She frozed a she opened the door when she saw a little body over some strange red substance. “AAAAAAAAAAH! HE’S DEAD!” She cried in horror before the man lifted his head with a grin.

“I’M NOT DEAD!” He yelled at her.

“AAAAAAAH! HE’S ALIVE!” She yelled back in shock.

“I was doing my dinner before I fell and made a mess all over the place.” The man stood with the help of a cane. “Who are you?” He scratched his head and she paled.

“I’m Izuku Midoriya.”

“Wanna eat something?” He asked with a cute face.

“Uhm, I think I got the wrong address...Sorry to bother you sir.” She turned around before hearing a sword being sleashed behind her.

“Come at me with One For All with all you have.” A deep voice came from the old man and Izuku widened her eyes as she saw that the semblance of the man changed completely. “I want to see for myself.” The man smirked at her.

“Ohooo!” She smirked back and took out her sword.“I was called along with my friends to help in Hosu City but All Might told me to pay you a visit before that.” She explained as she took a fighting stance. “Even though I’ll be here just for today, I’d like to hear what you have for me...I’ll be in your care!”

The man took a leap and moved around the room before standing over a table. “Let’s get started, you have great control over your swordsmanship so I don’t have to teach you what I know. You still have a loong way to go, I could see the struggle in your body and how it destroyed your hands from the inside.” He looked at her hands and began to roam all over the room.

Izuku’s head was spinning as she saw the little man jumping from different places, she groaned as she felt a jab on her back from the handle of his sword.

“Come on! Just a hit! I can’t believe the ninth holder of One For All is such a wet blanket...All Might is a novice.”

She had to make him stop moving, after some seconds she noticed that he’d jumped behind her twice so she turned on her back to block.

“Analysis and deduction, huh?” He smiled at her and dodged her blow. “But, you’re stiff and you’re thinking too much.” He grabbed her head to smash and kicked her legs so she fell into the ground.

“I thought I had you.” She groaned and gripped her sword handle tightly.

“Your admiration for All Might and your sense of duty are shackles...Villains won’t wait until you get stronger.” He lets go of her and stands up. “Think about it while I get something to eat.” He said and got out of the house.

“A shackle…?” She asked herself as she got out of the house as well and looked up the small market near the house where the hero was buying some food.

How to use this sword like part of her? Like breathing...she has to catch up to the feeling everyone had for sixteen years, after all, just a year ago she came to this world.

“That’s it! Up until now, I have always used it only with my arms...who says I can only use my arms?” She told herself, she looked around and spotted a big rock near her. “I’ve always used my telekinesis with the rest of my body.” She stepped in front of the big rock until she was some a few steps back and swung One For All towards the rock. The rock broke in two pieces, one piece flew into the air, she crouched down, familiar lightning cracked all over her body and jumped. “YES!” She kicked the rock and watched as the rock became small peebles.

“You made me dodge seriously for the first time a while ago.” Gran Torino smirked as he saw her destroying that rock and he wiped the blood that flowed from a cut on his cheek. “This kid might become a monster.”

After a while, Gran Torino entered his house and called Izuku so she could help him with lunch, while they were finishing he asked her about her mission as they sat around the table.

“Yeah! This is it! Get it while it’s hot!” Gran Torino beamed happily as he patted the table and looked at the food.

“Cute.” Izuku’s thought rang as she saw the scene and couldn’t help but to giggle at the gesture before covering her mouth.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing! It’s just…” She looked to the side embarrassed. “Uhm, that was cute.” She said softly before turning back again and she was nice enough not to giggle again at the redness of the man’s ears. “...Sorry.”

He recovered quickly and cleared his throat. “Let’s eat.”

“Oooh! Now that I remember...How was All Might when he was a student?” She asked with curiosity in her eyes that turned into shock as Gran Torino explained the rough training All Might received in his years of being a student.

No wonder he was so scared of you!

Izuku blocked a blow from a sword that slashed at her and again, blow after blow. She looked around and spotted a couch. She rolled into the ground before hiding down the couch, the man stopped in mid air above the sofa and she pushed it against him.

“You got me.” He dodged a swing from her, he moved behind her and lunged at her before she jumped into the ceiling.

“S-SMASH!” She swung her sword at him and he dodged, he pushed her into the wall and she rubbed her back. “Dammit, I’m still lacking.”

“No, you were able to attack me when I was unguarded.” He turned to the window, it was already night and noticed a big dragon outside of his house. “Let’s end this, it seems they came to pick you up.”

“Yes! Thank you so much for today!” She got on her feet and bowed down her head, she got out of the house and noticed that Katsuki was looking behind her. She followed his gaze and found out that Gran Torino was behind her with a suitcase.

“I’ll come with you.”

“Aaaw! Are you worried about me?” Izuku teased the hero.

“I have some business to discuss with Best Jeanist.” Gran Torino ignored her and climbed the dragon.

Cute.

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