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Five | Burning Bridges

"So you wanna go with me to Harrington's party later after I drop this brat off?" The question left her in shock, not the fact he made her feel like she was in heaven with just his touch and it all just vanished like it didn't even happen, but that he's willing to go to Steve's party and she didn't have to ask or even mention she was invited herself.

I mean would she still even be invited? Would he even be invited? Don't they hate each other? Why would he even go to the party? What game is he trying to play here? Questions were flooding in and swimming around her head that she completely zoned out from reality. Only to bring dragged back out after smelling menthol being blown in her face, causing her to wave it away while coughing. "I hate when you do that."

"Well welcome back sweetheart." He threw his hands in air in nothing but fake excitement because his girlfriend finally decided to join him back to reality.

"Enough with the bullshit though, am I going to get a answer to my question or are you just going to keep laying there and look pretty for lil ol me." He glanced down her breast with that smug smile of his, she didn't noticed but as his eyes lingered, they got darker. And the darker they got, the harder he got. And his jeans were already tight enough without the raging boner.

Feeling embarrassed, she tried to hide that feeling with annoyance as she fixed her clothes too.

"Yeah I'm going. I'll meet you downstairs, yeah?"

Just as she was about to leave, she could feel a pair of lips pressed against her neck, causing goosebumps to run down her spine. He didn't say anything after which was her que to go. Luckily Neil wasn't anywhere visible while she made her escape, she just wished that it was like that earlier. Her comeback sounded like shit. But can you blame her? She had to say something.

Not a minute later the two was outside, the two had an annoyed expression on their faces but that soon changed once they saw Jacqueline. Billy's expression was filled with adoration for his girl but Max? Considering this was her first time seeing Jacqueline back, she was ecstatic. "Hey girl! Missed you like crazy, last time I saw you, you were a cute crying mess after I gave you that skateboard as a good bye present. You gotta any better?"

"Hells yeah! I could show you sometime." She sounded so excited as she embraced the older girl in a tight hug. Even though Jacqueline was dating the devil that is her stepbrother and to this day she still doesn't know why; she loved Jackie like a second mom. She was always there to protect her from Billy's bullying and Neil's abusive tactics to them both. She was a life saver, a guardian angel if you will.

"Yeah...that's not happening. I don't need you to bother my girl with your bullshit. You already have your loser town-shit friends for that." Billy protested, earning a glare from the brunette as she loudly agreed to hanging out with Max just to fuck with him and with that, they were off.

Billy ended up dropping Jackie off first so she can have a chance to get ready before he picked her up, not even saying anything about the party that was going on across the street from her. He wasn't stupid, he knew it was Harrington, he just choose to not make a big deal out of it until later. So after saying goodbye, he drove off. Practically speeding down the street.

If the party didn't wake up the neighbors, Billy definitely did.

As she stepped foot into her new home, she was greeted by her mother who was trying to make conversation, "I saw you out there with William. He's still adorable as ever, it's good to see you two back together. You looked lost without him, a lost puppy."

Even though everything she was saying was correct, it was still embarrassing to hear. If Billy was here to listen, he wouldn't let her live it down. "Jesus ma, say it louder for the neighbors to hear, why don't ya?" A annoyed Jackie whined.

"I'm just saying, he's a good boy Jacqueline. I knew it when I first saw you two together. You guys look like you were made for each other."

"Alright ma, I'ma go change. Please don't say any of this when he gets here. I don't want him to know his girlfriend was practically a crybaby for months without him okay?"

"Can't promise anything!" Her mom yelled in a cheery tone as Jacqueline made her way upstairs. It was like having a older sister sometimes with that woman. She's so childish at times.

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It didn't take that long for Jacqueline to get ready. After stepping out the shower and drying off. The girl slipped into a skin tight red tiger print leather dress that stopped above her knees, ripped fishnet stockings, black leather ankle boots, and a cropped leather black vest. She didn't do much to her hair, she didn't need to nor care to.

That's a huge fucking lie. The girl practically treated her two toned hair like it was her baby, a thing her and billy have in common. They love their hair.

After washing and drying it thoroughly, she curled it a bit more before spraying it down so no strand hairs goes dancing in the night breeze tonight. Her makeup was short but hot. Who doesn't love blood red lips and Smokey black eyes?

That's right no one.

And with all of that together, she looked hot! More than hit actually. Hotter than Billy himself if you want be cocky.

That was a overstatement, but still, she looked amazing.

Just as she turned to grab her necklace that Billy bought for her a few years back, she heard a knock on her window and just like that, their little tradition was back in motion.

Once unlocking the window latch and opening it, she took a step back as a way of inviting him in, watching as her boyfriend climbed his way in.

And to her surprise, his little outfit choice was better than hers, though she wondered who he was he trying to impress tonight other than her.

He was shirtless, having nothing but his leather jacket to cover him, well, some of him. He had on black jeans, matching black boots and black fingerless gloves. Somehow, Billy managed to outdo his girlfriend, for like the millionth time already.

While she was practically undressing him with her eyes, so was he with her; "My god, don't I have the hottest girlfriend in town. You look amazing sweetheart." He smiled widely causing Jackie's heart to jump up to her throat, but knowing her. She liked it when he stroke her ego just a little bit with his compliments and eye fucks. It was always hot to see him get the hots for her. Practically down on his knees if you think about it, so she wanted to keep it going.

"Aww, you think I'm pretty?" She asked softly, running her hand down his bare chest as she looked up at him, batting her eyelashes up at him while he did nothing but stared down at her with more of a darkened look in his eyes.

"You want to hear me say it again? How about I just prove it to you at the party, hm?" He grinned, cupping the girl's ass before lifting her up.

"I'd like that a lot." She grinned back while placing a quick kiss on his lips which he replied with one on his own, his being filled with absolute lust and hunger.

"Shall we go before you try and rip this dress off of me?"

"Who said that won't happen tonight? Who knows, I could just say fuck it and do you on Harrington's bed."

"BILLY!" The girl yelled, slapping his arm playfully before jumping out of his arms because if she stayed, that comment would most likely be a reality within 15 seconds of them being in the party, so without waisting time, she dragged the boy downstairs and outside before her mom could say anything embarrassing and with that, the two walked across the street together.

They barely even got the chance to open the door without getting starstruck with how loud the music was, it triggered excitement for Billy but for her? It just made her anxious. She didn't know how she was going to face Steve and plus party Billy turns into drunk, egotistical Billy quickly and it wasn't a good sight to see sometimes. She already knew tonight was going to be hell once they stepped in.

Before she could open the door, it was swung open by a girl who pushed past them to puke her poor little guts out in the front bushes. You'd think the music would be inviting enough for them, but it was the sight instead. Drunk teens from the living room to the kitchen and backyard, dressed up for Halloween, already high off of drugs or just shit faced drunk. This was the kind of party Billy likes, and sometimes Jackie but who knows? She could end up being the babysitter before even having fun.

They stepped in together with Billy close by behind her but all of that ended quickly before anything even started, once they got surrounded by drunken douchebag teen boys who she assumed to be his friends and just like that, he was dragged away from her to the backyard to do some stupid drinking competition, leaving her by herself.

Typical really. He didn't put up a fight or say anything about him being back soon, he just let the excitement overtake him as they dragged him off. He didn't care about his girl wellbeing or how she's going to handle herself in a party filled with people she doesn't know and he doesn't trust. Negative boyfriend points right now.

All eyes were glued on her, some filled with jealousy by girls who thought she didn't belong here, and others filled with arousal by boys who thought they had a chance to hit that tonight. But yet she ignored it and made her way to the drinking area in the kitchen which was guarded by chubby sweaty boys dressed in togas, it all made her change her mind and escape outside but her mind was changed again once she spotted Steve dancing like a complete dork with nothing but a big handsome smile on his face.

"Great party prince charming." She said loud enough for him to hear through the music as she shyly made her way to him and instead of him ignoring her or making some kind of rude remark, he embraced her in a hug before offering her a drink.

"Glad you could make it princess. You look really beautiful tonight, definitely beating all the girls who tried hard to impress your boyfriend."

"Oh my god! Right? I couldn't help but see the jealous looks from girls who practically didn't have anything on. They all look like twigs with a piece of cloth stuck to them." She joked, earning a laugh from her golden retriever friend.

"Speaking of Hargrove, where is he? I know he wouldn't like us talking." As much as she felt a bit annoyed with him bringing up Billy a little too much in their conversation, she knew he was not far from the truth. Billy would've killed Steve if he was to see this. But who cares, he's ditched her for his stupid friends so fuck what he thinks right now, right?

"Oh, he's in the backyard, currently getting shift faced in whatever drinking game his dumb friends have him doing. Leaving me all by my lonesome." She sighed dramatically, batting her eyelashes up at Steve in a joking matter.

"Well don't worry, you got me tonight to keep you entertained and as a sorry for being a asshole earlier, I got you something." He pulled out a charm bracelet that had all the charms that represented California. Her eyes became glossy as she snatched it from his hands and embraced him in a hug of her own, a bear hug. Well, her version of a bear hug.

It was beautiful, hell, it was fucking gorgeous. And she was forever grateful.

"Thank you Steven, truly. It means a lot to me. "

"No problem. And you don't need to cry over a stupid gift, let's just have fun yeah?" And that they did, while Billy was doing his own thing so was she.

Her and Steve had their own little drinking competition which she beat him in twice, and with all that liquor in her veins, they basically dance half of the night away on the dance floor.

She was wearing Steve's shades as she danced along beside him to whatever played. He was right behind her as she grind up against him with nothing but a drunken smile on their faces.

But not soon after, their fun was interrupted by Billy and his gang of popular jerks rolling in, towards them. Billy was covered in nothing but beer and sweat as he made his way towards them and basically yanked Jacqueline away from Steve by the waist and kissed her sloppily, all while making eye contact with the poor boy who was just getting his faced rubbed in by the news of Billy beating his keg record by his ex friends.

Now of course Jacqueline didn't care, yes she was bothered by Billy's drunken tactics but she didn't expect to see Steve give in. The two were practically giving each other a death stares as if they were about to rip each other's faces off and the people who was paying attention loved it but not Jackie. She stood there with nothing but a stank face and her arms crossed above her chest.

She didn't know rather to pull Billy away or to grab Steve and pull him somewhere so they can continue their fun and before she could make her decision, it was made for her when Billy grabbed her arm tightly and dragged her away, but not without saying something to Steve of course.

"Why don't you go find your bitch instead of trying to make a pass at mines. She doesn't like desperate. But hey, a pretty boy like you can get laid tonight. There's planty of skanks here who's matches your desperality, just gotta find the right one quickly. " And with that said, she was being dragged away like a rag doll to god knows here, watching as Steve just stood there with a hurt expression that quickly got replaced with annoyance and hatred.

Billy could really be a real fucking asshole sometimes.

"What the fuck was that?" Jackie yelled as she was pulled into the bathroom, her arm forming a bruise but she chose to ignore it, nothing could distract her from the burning hot anger she felt for her boyfriend right now.

"What do you ever so mean darlin?" A half drunk Billy questioned with nothing but a big stupid smirk plastered on his face that Jackie wanted so bad to slap off.

"You know what I mean! You was a absolute dick out there and for what? To impress your little boyfriends or to feed your ego because you couldn't stand the fact your girlfriend was having fun with a guy that wasn't you.'

She basically read him like a book in the same harsh tone he gave Steve earlier and it was the worst idea ever because instead of saying anything, he scared her into submission when he punched the wall inches away from her head.

She felt herself not holding back tears but holding her breath as she did nothing but look at the boy with a dumb founded look.

"I don't know who you think you're fucking talking to but you better watch you mouth before I fix it for you. Besides, you have no right to say shit anyway sweetheart. Wasn't you out here grinding against Harrington like a fuckin' slut? What happened? I thought he was the enemy, now you're dick riding?"

"Slut? I'm a slut for fuckin' dancing with a friend? Really? You're over here half fucking naked, doing stupid games to impress your fucking boyfriends and ugly bitches you probably already fucked while I was away in California. Never once have you came to dance with me and we came to this party together! TO-GETHER! Not with your boyfriends, not with the big haired bitches you was with outside, you came here with me! Me, your fucking girlfriend!"

"Oh please Jackie, you're being fuckin' dramatic! I was doing nothing but having fun, why do you have to be on my dick twenty four seven with your non-stop nagging!" His words got louder, dangerously louder but it only got her more pissed off.

"Dramatic!? I'm being dramatic because you ran off to go get drunk and flirt with sluts? I'm being dramatic because I'm fuckin sick of your bullshit and don't know why you're treating me like I'm one of these fuckin whores that's waiting for the opportunity to suck your dick?! And let's not fucking forget nagging! I'm nagging because I'm trying to make you take responsibility for your fuckin actions because you want to jump down my throat for mine? Does Steve got you that hard by the balls that you lost all your common sense and want to start acting different to the only fuckin bitch who knows you and your fuckin skeletons. The old Billy would never fuckin done this shit, no matter how drunk he is or how jealous he got. He...you would of never called me a slut, let alone try to scare me by almost hitting me!"

She yelled back at him, her voice cracking in every word she spoke, her eyes was glossy but she'd be damn to let any tears fall for him right now. She could feel herself reaching a line she wasn't supposed to cross with him but she could also feel herself breaking.

And it was already too late, she felt herself crying and worse part yet, she was still trapped underneath her asshole of a boyfriend who looked finally looked guilty for his actions.

Which was good. He should feel guilty.

"Jackie, you know I didn't mean that right? I'm sorry okay? I just... I had too much to drink and got carried away. You know I would never, ever put my fuckin' hands on you. I'll die before hurting you. You know that, right?" His words came out so soft, it was unavailable that it was even Billy speaking.

It was almost like a whisper and for a second, she thought what he said was genuine but even she couldn't believe him. Not now at least.

"Are you sure about that? Because it looked like you wanted to slap the shit out of me for telling nothing but the truth. Steve is hurting your ego so bad by being with me that you're acting like a fucking bitch. On Halloween of all nights, after being reunited after months away. You know, while you was having fun being the top dog here, I was fucking miserable back at Cali? I can't remember a day I didn't cry because you didn't have time to answer a fuckin call or letters that I spent hours upon days writing."

"Jesus Jackie, this shit again? I don't even know what you're fuckin' talking about. I never got a letter or even a call from you at all!" His words left her shocked, not because he yelled at her, that was normal. But because her letters and calls never even reach him. All this time she was thinking nothing but the worst of him but he was actually out being a good boyfriend.

Doesn't she feel like shit.

About that part of course, Billy was still a fucking dick for what he said and did.

"I'm really am sorry Jackie."

"Prove it, say you love me." The way she had to say that sentence broke her More than anything he said today, it felt embarrassing to have a to beg, let alone tell your boyfriend to say he loves you and prove that he's sorry.

What's even crazy, he actually complied. "I love you. I love you like fuckin crazy." He stated while getting done on his knees, taking her hands in his and kissed them all while staring up at her with the most innocent eyes she ever seen from him before.

"Look, I don't do this shit much and this is the only time you'll see and hear this from me, but I'm doing it now and with a pure as shit heart. I'm on my knees, asking for your forgiveness. I know I was wrong for what I said. And I'm really fucking sorry. You don't have to forgive me tonight or even ever but understand I'm not going to stop until you do. I love you, and that's a lot to say, let alone to admit but I ain't even fully sober so.."

His drunken ramble made her just break into a small fit of laughter. As much as she never seen this kind of jealous Billy, she never seen this side of him either and she had to admit, it was absolutely adorable and attractive.

"Alright fine, I forgive ya Hargrove." She got on her knees as well to level with him better as kissed him on the lips and cheek. "But you owe me a dance and a fucking drink. And, no sex for a week.

Now the last part felt a little too cruel to him but he understood and complied. Not going to lie as harsh as that punishment was for him, he couldn't help but laugh a little bit that he fucked up so bad that it came to that. And he just earned every part of her again not too long ago.

But still, he had to accept it and be respectful. After all, he just got his girl back and he wasn't going to loose her, ever.

"Alright sweetheart."

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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Love Fuel

Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking

this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit.

Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates weren’t really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience.

Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, “scrawny” as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.

But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.

You weren’t the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You weren’t the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it.

It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.

“I am sorry, bud.” You had said that day after giving him a half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. “I already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.” You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didn’t have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.

The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides “Fuck you, bitch”. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didn’t manage to see your reaction before running away but it didn’t matter anymore. You were just like the others.

***

That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. That’s why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasn’t hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasn’t easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism.

Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldn’t believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve.

***

The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.

It wasn’t hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasn’t so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And that’s exactly what he did.

***

You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain what’s happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldn’t wait to be inside you, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasn’t like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasn’t getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the stranger’s hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didn’t step back so you decided to use your last resort.

“Jason, please stop!” You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didn’t seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. “I beg you, don’t hurt me!” You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place.

He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire.

“You must be thinking that I am a monster.” Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldn’t hear it. “A freak.” The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. “Right?” You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.

“You are lying to me again, pretty girl.” The brunette replied feisty, "pretty” rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. “When I am done with you, you wouldn’t be so pretty anymore, darling.” Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. “You will see exaclty how ugly my love is.”

#yandere #yandere oneshot #male yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #yancore #yandere male x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere smut #yandere x you

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 1

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Your life is either uneventful or really sucks. No one really notices you as you live your everyday life. Loneliness has become your best friend.

Chapter warning(s): Bullying is mentioned, reader is alone. Please read at your own discretion.

((Bolded words are spoken through mind link))

You pressed the button as you saw the bus coming to your stop. Tapping your card, you stepped off, with your headphones in your ears, playing a song. You watched as other students met up with their friends to enter the school together. You weren’t like them.

“Move aside, loser.” Someone bumped into your shoulder. He snickered and hi-fived his friends before walking away. Sighing, you shook your head.

“Ugh, a sore sight to see in the morning.” Your usual bully, Kira, snorted as you opened your locker. You rolled your eyes, ignoring her as you arranged your books.

Thankfully, she didn’t cause much harm and was mostly verbal, which meant it was easy to block her out. She only picked on you because you were alone.

“Don’t you ever get tired of just talking, Kira?” You sighed as you closed your locker.

“If I’m one step closer to getting rid of you, I don’t mind.” She shrugged, laughing with her group of girls. You just walked away, heading to your class. You sat in the back, away from everyone else.

“Class, let’s start.” The teacher came in with a bored look on his face. No one wanted to be here, including you. But before your grandfather passed away, he made you promise him to at least graduate high school before you did anything else. You didn’t have to go to college but you had to at least graduate high school with a diploma.

“Hey, loner.” Someone threw something at your head but you ignored it, kicking the paper ball aside with your foot.

“Why do you eve bother showing your face?” The guy behind you kicked your chair. You sighed, knowing this was their tactic to try and get a reaction out of you but you weren’t going to give them the time of day.

“Yah, I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?” He continued.

“You think you’re all that?” His deskmate snickered, throwing another paper ball at your back.

When the lunch bell rang, you slung your bag over your shoulder and went out the backdoor of the school. You always took your bag because one time, you left it in class, the other students thought it would be funny to throw your things into the pond.

It was a quiet, small field, your usual spot being under the big tree. This had been your secret spot for a long time. Well, it wasn’t really a secret. It’s just that no one comes here.

“A few more hours to go.” You sighed as you sat down and took your lunch box out. It was just a mix of leftovers from last night.

You slowly ate by yourself. At first, it felt really lonely and sad but you’re used to it now, after years.

“We’re running laps today.” Your gym coach said and everyone let out groans. He didn’t care about anyone else so he blew his whistle and went to take a seat by the bleachers. You wordlessly began your run with the other students.

“Hyung!”

“Jimin! Run!” Jimin fell to the side, letting out a whimper. He pushed himself to stand up, shaking his head to get his vision straight. Looking left and right, he saw his brother fighting.

“RUN JIMIN!”

“But-”

“We’ll find you again! Just run and don’t look back!”

His older brother howled and Jimin took a small step back before running off. He needed to find help or his brothers were going to die. The forest never seemed to end and all Jimin saw were the same tress and shrubs. The sounds of fighting were gone and it was silent now.

“Hyungs? Tae? Jungkook?”

He let out a whimper when he heard nothing on the mind link. Jimin wanted to turn back but he remembered his brother’s words to run and hide. Being an omega, he wouldn’t be able to help much.

“I swore I heard something.” There were voices behind him with footsteps. Fearing that people knew he escape, Jimin took off again.

“Shelter!”

Jimin saw a small house there. Even if he risked humans finding him and killing him for trespassing, he knew this was his only hope now. He saw an open window by the side of the house and used his hind legs to push him in.

As he ducked down, he noticed how dark the house was. He didn’t smell anyone currently here.

“Please... hyungs... Taehyung... Kookie. Please say something.” Jimin tried to connect with his brothers but there was no reply from their side. He could only pray that the worse didn’t happen. He hide his head between his paws, his ears pressed against his head. There was a wound on his side but that was the least of his worries now.

“Only one more year of hell.” Jimin heard footsteps approaching. It was a female. He stood up, looking around in panic. Where could he hide?

You took your keys out, opening screen door followed by the main door. Work always left you tired, drained and hungry but you needed it to survive. Plus, the restaurant owner always let the staff take leftovers home.

“Ugh, I need a shower.” One thing you hated about working at a barbecue restaurant was the smell afterwards.

You dropped your bag when you saw something on the ground. Frozen, you leaned down to touch the small drop on the ground. The crimson colour was a dead giveaway.

“H-Hello? Is someone here?” You called out.

“Are you hurt?” You asked.

*CRASH*

You jumped and turned around to meet a pair of eyes in the dark. Squinting, you reached for the light switch and turned it on to see a wolf or very large dog. He was trapped under the folded chairs that he knocked over, struggling and whimpering pitifully.

“Hey, hey. It’s alright.” You rushed over and helped lift the chairs up. The wolf was quick to back away, as if he was the one scared of you.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” You sat down, holding your hands up in surrender.

Slowly, he took cautionary steps towards you, sniffing you slightly. You let him sniff your hand and that was when your eyes caught the deep, bleeding gash on his side.

“You’re hurt.” You pointed out. He just stared at you. You stood up, startling him slightly. You went to your kitchen to grab your first aid kit. Your grandfather got hurt often so you had put one in the house to treat him.

“Will you let me help you?” You asked before you got closer. As a sign of trust, he laid down, exposing his side to you.

“It’s going to sting.” You shook the antiseptic spray. You didn’t know why you felt the need to explain each step to the wolf as if it would understand you. Maybe it was just the nerves. Sighing, you sprayed the purple spray, making the wolf hiss slightly. Taking some gauze, you cleaned the wound like you would with a normal human wound.

“I should be googling this.” You took your phone out to research how you should be treating an animal wound. Fortunately, you weren’t too off.

The wolf stood up to let you wrap the bandage around his ribs. You secured it and it was done. Then, you proceeded to clear the area and throw all the used gauze away.

“It’s so late.” You went to take a quick shower. When you came out, you made some fried rice for yourself and sat by the couch.

*whimper*

“Geez! I forgot you’re here.” You nearly dropped your plate of food. The wolf sat next to you, eyeing your food. He looked at it then looked at you, blinking before returning his gaze to your food. You weren’t dumb to know that wolves obviously cannot eat kimchi fried rice.

“Let me see what I have.” You put the food down and went to the kitchen to retrieve the chicken. As you waited for the water to boil, you saw the wolf getting closer to your fried rice.

“Yah!” You shuffled over and hit his snout. He shot you a glare, growling to expose his canines.

For a second, you cursed yourself for forgetting that you’re dealing with a wild animal. You cleared your throat, making the wolf look at you.

“I’m already making chicken for you. Just be patient, alright? You can’t eat that, you might die or something.” You told him, standing up and rushing to the kitchen. When the chicken was done, you placed it on a paper plate and slid it over to the wolf. He stared at it, before looking at it and sniffing it. Lifting his head, he gave you a flat look.

“What?”

“Stop looking at me like that. Animals can’t have seasoning on their food so appreciate it. I could have left you hungry.” You sassed. You swore the wolf scoffed at your words.

Still, he took a bite and it wasn’t long until he polished the entire plate. You threw the paper plate and washed your own bowl.

“You can stay the night if you want. But you’re staying down here.” You headed to the storeroom to get some spare blankets that your grandfather had kept for the winter.

“Here.” You laid it on the ground in a cozy corner with some pillows from the couch. The wolf sniffed the material putting on hesitant paw before sitting down. You watched as he turned around in the spot, pushing the things aside before he got comfortable.

“Goodnight.” You wished the wolf and went upstairs to your room. You didn’t sleep yet, you stayed up for a while more to finish your homework.

Only when the clock hit 2 am, then you realised that you needed to go to bed or you wouldn’t wake up for school tomorrow. As you stacked your finished papers and put them in your bag, you thought about the wolf.

Was he okay?

“He’s a wide animal, he has probably lived in conditions much worse than this. This is a luxury to him.” You laughed to yourself. As you settled in bed, waiting to fall asleep, a cry made you get up.

“Wolfie? You okay?” You turned the lights on and went downstairs. He was sitting on the blanket, a tensed look on his canine face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly, sitting in front of him. What he did next totally caught you off guard.

He suddenly came close to you, standing in between you legs and leaning into you. His head was on your shoulder, his muzzle nuzzling against your cheek slightly. With shaky hands, you wrapped one around him while the other stroked his back. You never thought you would be sitting in your living room, at 2 am, comforting a wolf with hugs.

“It’s alright.” You cooed.

He seemed to be better when he pulled away, even licking your cheek, which made you cringe a little.

“Go to sleep.” You stood up to leave when there was a tug on your shirt. He bit the end of your shirt, pulling you back gently. He didn’t want you to leave him alone. Sighing, you tugged your shirt back.

“You want me to sleep here?” You interpreted. Looks like you were correct as the wolf let out a small bark, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth.

“Ugh. Fine!” You went upstairs to grab you pillow and blanket. You laid down beside the wolf when he decided to get under your blanket and squeeze under your arm. It almost looked like you were spooning him, with him being the little spoon while you were the big spoon.

“I swear, you could be a human.” You rolled your eyes as his ears twitched. He scooted back so his back was flushed against your front.

“It’ll be okay...” You yawned, mumbling from the pure exhaustion.

It felt weird that someone was in the house with you. You were used to the quiet, the loneliness that even having another being, human or not, felt different.

The last person that was here with you was your grandfather but he died two years back. Even then, you were alone in school and at work. The only person you felt you needed was your grandfather. Now that he’s gone, you were truly alone. The sudden appearance of the wolf made you feel self conscious but at the same time, a part of you wished he would never leave.

It was about 5 am when the wolf was whimpering and kicking around slightly in his sleep, waking you up. He looked like he was having a nightmare.

“Hyungs! Please don’t go! Tell me that you’re all okay. I didn’t mean to abandon you.” Jimin cowered in fright.

“It’s okay.” You stroked his fur in attempt to calm him down. Lifting the blanket, you noticed that he bled through his bandage from all the moving. You pushed yourself up and went to get the first aid kit.

“Wake up. Let me change your bandage.” You shook him and his eyes fluttered open. You swore you saw tears in his eyes.

“Were you having a nightmare? Do wolves have dreams?” You thought.

“I’m crazy to think you even understand me.” You chuckled to yourself as you cut away the bandage and replaced it with a new one, securing it with the metal fasteners.

This time, you didn’t clear the things. You just pushed everything aside and laid down to sleep. You definitely needed more sleep but you only had one hour left, which would have to suffice for now. Casually, you threw your arm over the wolf, snuggling into the warmth of his fur.

“You’re nice and warm.” You mumbled sleepily and began to drift off again.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You and the wolf jumped at your sudden alarm. You felt him slip out from your grasp, sniffing your phone and pawing at it in annoyance. Chuckling, you reached over to turn it off.

“I have to go to school. Which means you’ll go back, hmm?” You hummed. Holding a hand out, you let the wolf put his head under it.

“Breakfast?” You giggled and he barked.

Standing up, you gathered your blanket and pillow, bringing it back to your room before you washed up. You brushed your teeth and combed your hair. When you entered your bedroom to change, you saw the wolf walking around, sniffing the area.

“Are you done?” You raised an eyebrow and he turned around to face you before snorting and sitting down on the carpet.

“I need to change and no way are you staying in here.” You pointed to the door. It looked like he was rolling his eyes at you before he strode out of there and you closed the door. You changed into your school uniform.

“Breakfast time.” You went to the kitchen. You made a sandwich for yourself, not having much time.

*whimper*

“Fine, you can have one piece of bacon.” You tossed him one. He jumped up, catching it in his mouth before gobbling it up. He obviously wasn’t happy with the boiled chicken yesterday but you didn’t really have anything else to give him. You knew he was over it when you dropped the chicken into the water and he gave you the same flat look with his ears folded down.

“I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want a dead wolf in my hands.” You scoffed and bit into your sandwich as you waited for his food.

“Here you go.” You placed the plate of food down and sat in front of him as he ate. He stopped and looked up to meet eyes with you. There was a blush on your cheeks as you were caught staring by a wolf.

You coughed and looked away as he continued eating. Subconsciously, you reached out to pat his head again.

“I’ve always been alone here. But with you here, even if it was only for one night, made the house feel that much more lively. It felt nice. So thank you for that.” You whispered.

“You don’t have to always be alone.” Jimin said softly in his head.

“Alright. Let’s go.” You quickly stood up. The wolf followed you as you wore your shoes and locked the door behind you.

“Goodbye. Stay safe.” You bent down in front of him. He licked your cheek, nuzzling against it softly. His soft fur tickled your skin, making your laugh. You turned to walk to the same bus stop that you go to everyday. But the crunching behind you made you turn around.

“You can go! Your friends might be looking for you.” You chuckled. He walked forward, standing beside you and looked up at you.

He followed you all the way to the bus stop. He kept his distance as he saw an elderly couple also waiting for the bus but you could see him sitting there, watching you.

Soon, the bus came and you turned to look at him. You waved at him with a small smile and stepped into the bus. Looking out the window, you saw him turn around and enter the forest once again.

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seacottons · 4 years

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— uni with atz pt. two

notes: swearing, fluff, mildly suggestive dialogue. tags: @latte-fairytaekwoon

seonghwa — [ early edu. + developmental psych. ]

extremely organized in all aspects of his life

your bookshelf at home consists of books on developmental studies in children.

if he isn't in class or volunteering, he's either cuddling with you or reading.

stressed 24/7.

takes very pretty and neat notes.

randomly spits out facts throughout the day.

sometimes, you join him during his volunteer hours at various daycares and schools.

is all the children's favorite teacher.

extremely patient and soft-spoken when it comes to working with even the most difficult child.

also loves being called 'teacher hwa'.

"i don't know, if i were you, i would make the students call me king san."

"they'll probably end up bullying you," seonghwa replies back.

you don't know how he has the patience for the amount of children he has to take care of.

takes you picture-book shopping with him for his students.

finds himself singing nursery rhymes while cooking or cleaning.

has polaroids of you two stuck on the fridge.

brings lint rollers to work.

gets worked up in public if a parent seems too neglectful in any way.

"y/n!" he tugs at your elbow and points with his jaw to the right, "look! his kid is just spilled all that paint on the floor, and he didn't even bat an eyelash!?"

"don't intervene again, please."

"okay, but-"

the whining of metal and steel cut him off, and the two of you jump in fright at the sound of a shelf falling apart.

"some people really shouldn't have kids."

whines when he comes back home that the paint stain and glitter just won't come off his clothes no matter how many times he rubs the spots with warm water.

or how he has mulch stuck in his socks and shoes from taking the kids outdoors to play.

you somehow always end up finding a googly eye or specks of glitter under the couch.

sometimes brings home finger-paintings with numerous colorful hearts and two stick figures in the middle.

"today's assignment was to paint what makes you happy."

you also help him stitch up little felt and cotton dolls for the kids to keep.

often gets sick from working with children.

and passes it onto you by accident.

you know he's had a bad day when you ask him how it went, and his face scrunches up in pain.

stormed into your shared apartment one day and made a beeline to the bathroom.

forty minutes later, he comes out, towel wrapped around his hips, face and chest flushed, and explains that a child accidentally peed on him.

gets flustered when you laugh at his demise.

sometimes uses his teacher voice when scolding you or your mutual friends.

and you all end up teasing him more anyway.

"do you use that tone in bed too, hwa?" yeosang asks one day. mingi and yunho splutter out in disbelief, followed by loud laughter.

you choked on your bite of cake at the sudden remark.

"what did i ever do to deserve this slander," seonghwa grumbles whilst patting your back.

he often stays up late making lesson plans for both his classes and ones to implement at work as well.

takes full advantage of his teacher's discount at shops and restaurants.

sometimes brags about it to his friends to get under their skin.

"you have it easy. just watching kids and getting free food," san says one day in the middle of their game of jenga.

"it's not easy at all," you hear seonghwa reprimand the younger, and laughter rings out from the other four guests.

"you're learning about children! what's so hard-"

you had a hunch that seonghwa purposely tilted the wooden tower to tumble over an unsuspecting san.

"y/n! your boyfriend is trying to murder me!"

seonghwa paces in circles around your apartment whilst studying for an upcoming exam.

asks you to quiz him on certain materials.

"correct! okay, can you define the preoperational stag-"

"how many kids do you want to have in the future?"

"..what?"

"kids. how many do you want to have with me?" he presses further, eyes trained on your face rather intently.

"can't this conversation wait until you finish studying?"

"no. i'm too curious," he licks at his chapped lips and leans in to poke your forehead, "i need to know. this is important information. please."

yeosang — [ biology pre-med ]

met you through your mutual friend, wooyoung, who invited him to live in your shared dorm.

"you didn't tell me you have a dog?" yeosang turns to wooyoung, brow quirked up whilst pointing to the 'beware of dog' sign on one of the bedroom doors.

"oh, i don't. i just put that up to mess with y/n," wooyoung dismissively explained while making a sandwich.

is the reason why you and wooyoung haven't killed each other yet.

asked you out after five months of moving with you and wooyoung.

designated one of the kitchen's shelves as a medical supply closet.

"because wooyoung always ends up hurting himself without doing anything."

"i do not."

stress is his middle name.

constantly contemplates his life decisions.

"wooyoung! shut up! i can't finish my essay with you blabbering every damn second!"

you had to get used to the sight of a full sized anatomical skeleton in his room.

"okay, but i'm not letting you fuck me with that thing in here."

later that night, wooyoung's heart nearly burst in his chest from fright.

"yeosang! why the fuck is your skeleton in my room!?"

some nights, during dinner, yeosang slams his obnoxiously large textbooks onto the table, and insists for the two of you to quiet down while he skims over the pages a few times.

"can't you just enjoy your meal for five-"

"no. now hush."

not only does he have labs, presentations, and essays to worry about, but he also got accepted for a pre-med internship at a local hospital.

hardly goes out anymore during his free time.

most dates include cuddling on the couch or baking something in the kitchen.

stays up late at night to complete assignments.

towers of thick books decorate his nightstand.

"no, yeosang. i really don't want to see you dissecting a cat," you grimace, turning quickly and shielding your eyes from his phone.

"why not?" yeosang whines softly, hand tugging the hem of your shirt with a frown, "it's not that bad, i promise-"

he's cut off when wooyoung snatches the phone from him with a loud cry, "gross! y/n, you're letting him touch you after he touched that?! and fuck- what is that smell?"

"that's formaldehyde. now give me back my phone before i dissect you next."

you join him at the lab when he has extra work piled up.

"you look so cute with a white coat and goggles."

you prod and poke him repeatedly, asking him numerous questions about the specimens in the lab.

"y/n! don't touch that!"

one day, wooyoung comes home sick.

you insist on taking him to see a doctor, only for him to emit a haughty laugh at you.

"why would i waste my time and money when i have yeosang here?"

"but woo, he didn't even get into med-school yet-"

wooyoung insists he doesn't need to see a professional, "yeosang is practically our live-in doctor! why do you think i begged him to move in?"

you roll your eyes, calling for yeosang to persuade the younger male.

"alright, tell me your symptoms," your boyfriend sighs, plopping down onto the couch beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

after wooyoung explains everything and takes his own temperature, he peers at yeosang for an answer, "well?"

"you're dying," yeosang nods simply.

wooyoung's visage pales, and he scrambles to sit up on the couch with a disturbed expression.

"what?"

yeosang is always studying.

always.

studying.

you insist for him to take a break sometimes.

"i can't. i have lab tomorrow. oh, and a paper."

"but you always say that!"

you attempt to tug him out of his seat.

"come on! just for an hour, and we'll be back. promise."

he's always reluctant at first, but finds himself agreeing later anyway.

enjoys the small dates at the nearby lake probably more than you do.

mingi — [ accounting ]

a gifted genius when it comes to numbers.

is your very own math tutor.

jokingly asks you to pay him back.

he accepts kisses and hugs. baked pastries are also a bonus.

"y/n? are you okay?" a hand waves in front of your face.

you blink at him wordlessly, mind fogged from the bombardment of information you just received, "sorry- you lost me. can you repeat the process again?"

he playfully smacks your shoulder with the ruler and stomps his bare feet onto the tiled floor, "this is the third time!"

"i'm sorry! you know how i am with math!"

he begs you to take classes with him as electives.

"sorry, baby. i love you, but there's no way i'll ever take statistics."

"okay, what about economics?"

"no."

"management? business administration!?"

"no and no."

"but y/n! it'll be fun! you'll be with me!"

always whines about how much he hates having to take 'stupid management classes' and the group projects that come along with them.

"they never take the assignments seriously!"

said group visits your apartment to work on projects with mingi.

"aren't you supposed to be working on that project?"

you watch as mingi and his friends suddenly erupt in an explosive argument about the game they were currently playing.

"yeosang! what the fuck!?"

"it's y/n's fault mingi was distracted!"

you let out an indignant squawk and glare at yeosang.

"that round didn't count."

"stop being a sore loser, san!"

"so.. i take it you didn't even start?" you grimace, peering over to the untouched books and papers on the coffee table.

"it's just management class. no big deal," san explains quickly with a dismissive wave of his hand before nudging your boyfriend with a glare, "you better not make us lose this time, or i'll kidnap y/n."

stays up late to finish other work that's due.

loves to wear big spectacles when studying.

it 'helps him focus'.

writes notes on his calculator and slides it towards you while you're both home studying.

'n-3^07-!'

"mingi, what is that?"

"read it upside down, you bum."

has a coffee mug with 'i love π' in big, bold, red letters.

refuses to throw it away even though the rim is chipped.

always bugs you about how you should have a budget plan.

insists on teaching you how to make spreadsheets on excel.

"i can't do this, mingi. too much numbers give me a headache."

"do you want my lucky glasses?"

rambles on about things related to his field, and you can only nod in confusion every time.

"how does your brain keep up with all of this?"

"easy. just be one with the numbers."

"that was a bad pun.."

"you're supposed to laugh!"

mingi was that typical student who complained about studying, but is always the one acing everything with the highest score.

"i should just quit university and become a stripper."

"you say that every exam week, and yet, you always pass with the highest grades," you mumble from the other side of the couch, absentmindedly highlighting a few sentences in your book.

"yeah, but studying is a pain in the ass," he exhaled with a loud groan, head thrown back against the back of the couch, "why me, y/n?"

you roll your eyes while reaching over to pat the side of his face in comfort.

"everything will work out just fine."

later that week, he joyfully bounces into your apartment with a large grin plastered on his face, "guess what?"

you snort in amusement.

"let me take a wild guess. you aced your exam."

"and guess who has the highest score?" he tugged you forward by your cheeks with a bright grin.

"yeosang?" the cheery expression on his features suddenly vanished, causing you to laugh, "i'm kidding."

likes to study while attached to your side, wearing comfortable pajamas and warm socks.

sulks whenever his stock investments drop further than he expects.

and is always in a good mood whenever the prices spike back up.

always has a horrible math pun up his sleeve.

sends you accounting memes and becomes a gloomy mess when you don't laugh or understand the joke.

"what if i propose to you with a math problem? and we have pie instead of cake?"

"please don't bring math into our love life."

yunho — [ broadcasting journalism ]

roommates with you, hongjoong, and jongho.

is called 'newspaper boy' by hongjoong.

is well-known around campus for being one of the student journalists for the university's newspaper.

you have the very first published paper, with his full name printed on the front, framed in the hallway of your dorm.

has the prettiest hands.

and longest fingers you've ever seen.

can put them to good use.

especially when typing out essays. they're practically blurred from how swift he is.

likes to ramble about current international events to jongho early in the morning. the latter pretends to understand, giving the other false hope.

jongho always sends you a pleading look to save you from your lover.

always carries a notebook.

article deadlines = stressed yunho.

complains that his friends are 'uncultured'.

helps you with your essays.

if he has enough time, he'll actually re-write it for you.

"was it really that bad?"

"it's okay, baby. you're good at other things."

"how come you don't re-write my papers?" jongho huffs from across the living room.

"you're not y/n."

interviews you and your other roommates for his projects.

you smile from behind him as he zooms in obnoxiously close to hongjoong's disgruntled expression.

"he zoomed in on my nose again, didn't he?" the blue haired male asks you.

"sorry, but that tomato sauce stain is really distracting me."

hongjoong nearly drops his fork.

"what stain!?" he furiously rubs his face with the back of his hand, "see! i told you that you always interview us at the most inconvenient time!"

is constantly writing.

can be very unorganized.

"who took my ap stylebook!?"

"can you stop shouting? it's 6 a.m., yunho!" hongjoong growls from his bedroom.

mingi and seonghwa often visit your dorm because they're usually partnered with yunho for an assignment.

it somehow always winds up with mingi and yunho fooling around, whilst seonghwa struggles to persuade them to help him with the work.

sometimes, you tag along to help film his public social experiment projects.

is a social-bug, so people are instantly drawn to him.

likes to cuddle with you while watching the films for his assignments.

you think most of them are pretty boring, but being in his lap and tucked against his chest makes up for it.

you like to add glittery stickers onto his video camera and tripod.

is very much infatuated with you, so he doesn't mind one bit.

applied for a paid broadcasting radio station/tv internship over the summer and was quickly accepted.

asks you to help him style his hair for his first day at work.

"but it's just a radio station. no one's going to see you?" jongho questions with a perplexed expression.

"i still need to look presentable!"

and later that day you quickly hush the two males beside you once the clock strikes 2 p.m.

"quiet! yunho should be on any second now!"

"i was just breathing?" hongjoong whispers weakly.

over dinner, jongho often mimics yunho's reporting voice.

"y/n, do i really sound like that?" yunho pouts as you and hongjoong burst into fits of laughter.

"aw, don't be sad. i love your reporter voice, baby."

will wake everyone up early the next morning by yelling at the top of his lungs with his reporter voice just to get back at you three for laughing at him.

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pi-cat000 · 3 years

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Magnus Archives/BNHA (1)

Fandoms: Crossover between The Magnus Archives & My Hero Academia

Characters: Jon and Martin (friendship)

Summary: Jon and Martin are reincarnated into the BNHA universe after failing to prevent the apocalypse. They compare their quirks to their respective Entities.

Will probably post on ao3 at some point.

(Part 2 here)

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“They registered my quirk as Veracity you know.”

“Veracity?”

“Yes. Quite abstract. I suppose they thought they were being poetic…” Jon mutters, bitterness colouring his tone. He stares out at the playground, watching his age mates run about in a boundless display of youthful energy and innocent excitement.

From his place on the bench beside him, Martin hums, halfway between sympathetic and thoughtful, “I think it’s a nice name. It softens the edges a bit.”

“I should have expected it…to have a quirk like this… after we saw what your one did,” he curls his small child hand into a fist, “I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.”

Quirks. The strange and wondrous abilities gifted to people of their new reality. Jon had hoped, when he hadn’t presented with one at the usual age of four, that he would remain quirkless. He had suffered enough with having terrifying abilities in his previous life. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t get his wish.

Martin reaches out, hesitates, then pats him lightly on the knee, “You’re taking it a lot better than me. At least you didn’t breakdown and spend the night in hospital.”

“I suppose,” he frowns, glancing sideward, “Though our situations are hardly comparable.”

Martin’s quirk put any person he touched with both hands into a fog-filed, alternate dimension/temporal pocket. Its similarity to The Lonely had been poorly received by both of them. Especially, considering Jon had been the one to suffer through its first accidental activation. While he had found himself lost and alone in a grey, fog filed, void, a hysterical Martin had been rushed to hospital. There the doctors had had to wait for him to calm down enough that a Quirk specialist could walk him through the process of reversing the effect.

“You thought you had trapped me for good. Of course, you would take that poorly.”

The quirk specialist had banally called it ‘Cloud Prison’ like it wasn’t the residue of a primordial fear god leaking into their new reality. Not even six years of a second life could dull the pain and terror that had been their final moments before the apocalypse. To suddenly have such a stark reminder shoved in their faces had shaken them both.

“I would never have done that to you on purpose,” Martin murmurs, probably drawing the same connection as Jon, “It just happened so suddenly…”

“Yes, well, I am now painfully aware of how volatile and uncontrollable a quirk can be.”

Martin winces, “Does it activate every time you ask a question? You can’t control it at all?”

“It seems to be automatic. If I ask anyone a question they must answer truthfully. There is also a lovely mental component,” He lets his resentment grow, “so I can feel their unease when they answer. I’ll know if the person is trying to fight or when they’re trying to leave out an important detail. It is very similar to…before.”

He grits his teeth. There were no Entities in this word, aside for the residue that lived in their memories but sometimes that could be just as bad. The last thing his recovering mind needed was a reminder of how he had slowly lost his humanity.

“I also feel them. The people I trap alone in the fog.” Martin adds and shivers, “It’s horrible.”

“Yes. It is.”

They both sit in silence as the light began to fade.

Their time at the park is almost done. Soon they would have to return to the foster home they both shared. Jon, being a mentally unstable adult trapped in the body of a child, had been too much for a young single mum who had never wanted children. He barely remembers her leaving him at a local shopping centre being hardly old enough to walk at the time. Martin’s parents had died in a villain attack, because, alongside fantastical powers, this reality was full of brightly coloured Heroes and Villains like they had woken up inside a comic book. Six years in and it still felt too surreal to be real.

“Well, we don’t have to use our quirks. It’ll just never touch anyone with both hands, and I’ll ask all your questions for you so you won’t have to worry either.”

Jon scoffs, “You can get away with wearing gloves. No need for anything dramatic.”

“You know what I mean Jon.”

“Reo,” he interrupts, “please remember to call me Reo. We already attact more attention than is probably good for us.”

They weren’t Martin Blackwood and Jonathan Sims anymore. That life was behind them. Here, they were Jiro Shirakumo and Reo Tsukauchi and the sooner they acclimatised to using their new names the better. Maybe, one day, he would even start feeling like ‘Reo’ and ‘Jon’ would fade away like a bad dream.

“You’re one to talk. We would attract less attention if you would loosen up a bit. I mean, I’m not perfect, but kids don’t talk so formally.”

“I would rather not suffer through the indignity of dumbing myself down on top of everything, thank you very much.”

“It’s not that bad. Why are you always so prickly?” Martin pokes him in the shoulder, grinning now, forcing Jon to shuffle away, “Normal kids smile every now and then you know.”

“I think you enjoy being a ‘normal’ kid a bit too much.” Martin had settled into his second skin with more grace than Jon had. Not that he was trying very hard.

A laugh, “Well yeah, I mean, no responsibilities, no nightmare monsters, no conspiracies, no apocalypse. It’s nice.”

“Oi Jiro!”

A heavy-set kid, two years their senior, stomps up and glares at them, “you and the weirdo coming or what because I don’t want to miss dinner again,”

“He has a name you know,” Martin reprimands, smile quickly turning into a stern frown, “Maybe you should try using it.”

“Tch. Whatever. Mrs Suzuki said to be back by five and I’ll get in trouble if I leave you losers behind, so you better hurry up.” The boy storms away, back to his group of friends, who all look their way and laugh.

“I don’t remember kids being so mean when I was young the first time around,” Martin complains, standing and brushing himself down, “You would think they’d have better things to do.”

He shrugs. Child bullies were so far beneath him that he barely registers when they shout insults at him, shove him into walls or knock books out of his hand. Not like he didn’t deserve a little hardship after dooming his entire world. Besides, Martin took offence enough for the both of them, getting into plenty of arguments on Jon’s behalf. Of course, now they both had somewhat threatening quirks, their fellow housemates were a lot wearier when it came harassing him.

“Come on.” He stands as well, “I for one do not want another lecture.”

“Mrs Suzuki does like to drag them out,” Martin agrees as they trail along behind the older kids.

Their neighbourhood is full of two-story apartment blocks and tightly packed houses which line the relatively quiet streets. It is only a short ten-minute walk from the park to the share-house and one he is intimately familiar with seeing as his carers force him to take it twice a week for ‘the exercise.’ At least the weather is pleasant here.

In the fading light of the afternoon Martin’s wispy, cloud-like hair and blue pupilless eyes catch the glow so they are almost orange. Martin’s strange physical features had become more pronounced since his quirk’s activation. Apparently, it was genetic, something a quick glance at the few photos Martin had of his biological family confirmed. This world sported many people with odd features and he just hoped that his own plain appearance, straight black hair and dark eyes, would remain that way. All he wanted was fade into the background and live his second life as peacefully as possible.

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(Part 2 here): Jon learns more about his truth-quirk and deals with other people learning about his truth-quirk.

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luxekook · 4 years

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THE SEVEN || prologue

⇥ pairing: ot7 x reader

⇥ genre: supernatural au with action, angst, smut, and (trace amounts of) fluff

⇥ summary: a series in which the reader fights to survive, attracts a powerful group of demons, and causes general mayhem in a post-apocalyptic new world

⇥ word count: 1.5k

⇥ warnings: nc17, *this fic has scenes of graphic violence*, demons, bloodshed, anarchy, general apocalyptic things, cursing, eventual poly relationship, a made-up language, hints of desire to own, brief mention of abuse, an attempt at world-building

⇥ beta reader: heathy @shadowsremedy - thank u so much!!! i was holding off on beginning this fic for so long, and you really helped me move forward! uwu<3

Prologue

The world has completely gone to shit, I think to myself as my blade slices right through my opponent’s eye. The responding roar of the crowd reinforces that thought as the lifeless body slumps to the ground.

Removing my bloodied knife from the man at my feet, I stand, exhaustion kicking in after yet another adrenaline-fueled fight. Gazing out at the surrounding crowd of humans and demons, I narrow my sights on tonight’s guests of honor – the seven demons who would decide if my performance was deemed worthy enough of payment.

Raising my chin in defiance, my eyes meet those of the pompous greed demon of the Ahgase Seven. Lim Jaebeom lounges on a provisional throne flanked by his six brothers. Their combined beauty is ethereal but leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

How is it that creatures so prone to evil can be so lovely to look at?

After glancing briefly at each brother, I finally make eye contact with Jackson Wang, the Ahgase’s pride demon. He inclines his head with a satisfied smirk, simultaneously permitting my payment and ordering my swift dismissal.

The callous disregard of my efforts never fails to ignite a familiar burn of fury within me. I fight to the death to earn a week’s worth of food and shelter, and all I get is a fucking nod in response? Complete and utter bullshit if you ask me.

My teeth grind together as I give the slightest and stiffest bow possible in the Ahgase Seven’s general vicinity and stalk out of the Pit. Reminding myself that I actively choose this fate never really helps, given that the alternatives are equally as shit – if not more-so.

Basically, since the planet lost three-fourths of its population in the Reaping, the old capitalistic way of the world is no longer. Now, the main ways to survive deal with what you have to offer as a resource – your body, your skill, your labor, your loyalty. I choose to fight because, for me, it’s the soundest option.

My prior life had been sketchy at best. I had taught Krav Maga, a form of aggressive self-defense and reflexive fighting, to teens and young adults. I also had used Krav Maga (and other more nefarious methods) on abusive parents or guardians, bullies, or romantic partners - the very reasons my students came to my classes.

My resulting ambiguously gray background probably had influenced heaven and hell’s decisions to leave me behind. Still, killing hadn’t come easy for me in the beginning, but now it seems like second nature. In this new era, there are no rules, no moral codes, no winners, no losers. There are only survivors.

And I’ll be damned if I am not one of them.

Last year, the Reaping left us all in chaos and confusion. The supernatural had become natural. Heaven took those deemed worthy and let Hell deal with the rest. But, as it turns out, Hell was just as picky.

For a few days, demons ruthlessly reaped millions of humans and dragged them below the earth. And then the reaping stopped. The humans that remained were left with burned cities, abandoned homes and a complete absence of law. They were a ruthless bunch with questionable backgrounds and ambiguous morals. It honestly made sense that they were left behind – myself included.

The short period after the Reaping brought with it a general mayhem which resulted in looting, fires, and general destruction. The remainder of society was bare-boned, with only the richest areas having luxuries like running water and electricity. I referred to this time period – the lull before the demon Sevens took over – as the pseudo-Hunger Games. I legit had to pull a full Katniss Everdeen in order to stay alive during those two weeks.

Then, finally, the demons rose again.

The demons that rose were power-hungry and desperate to prove themselves worthy to rule over the New Earth. They looked human until you got too close and felt the negative energy that emanated from them. It's almost a built-in warning for those lower on the metaphorical food-chain not to get close to a source of potential harm.

By possessing a demon of each sin category, Sevens were able to bond together and max out their powers. Often, Sevens took on courts and consorts to siphon additional power, but my intel on demons was mostly built on speculation and rumors. The general consensus seemed to be that humans joined demon factions because of the promise of protection, food, and other resources. However, no one usually survived leaving a faction led by a Seven once they had declared fealty.

I vowed to never willingly enter into a Seven’s territory. My freedom and independence were the only things I had left to hold onto. And that was how I ended up in my current situation as a fighter in the Pit, the rough, man-made arena where fighters battle to the death for winnings while the audience bets furiously on their selected victor. No one had bet on me at first, but they learned quickly.

The Pit’s existence sprung out of desperation for distraction. Humans and demons alike needed some form of entertainment away from the monotony and death embedded within everyday life. Located within the Neutral Zone, the Pit provided humans the ability to earn a living and to make a name for themselves. Those that fought in the Pit were only lower on the human totem pole to the Pit Master and to the merchants in the Neutral Zone. Below the fighters were the scavengers, the workers, the peasants, and the lost.

Marching towards the exit gate, I nod to the next competitor to enter the arena – it might be the last I’d see of them. Pit Master Agra greets me as I step through the gate’s threshold and finally out of the public eye.

“Good work,” she forces a smile that only looks like she’s in pain, “But, next time make sure there’s more blood.”

I say nothing.

Agra takes my silence as acceptance and jerks her head at the empty hallway, indicating my second dismissal of the day. “You have one week until your next fight,” she predictably calls as I make my way down the tunnel towards my makeshift room located in the fighters’ dorms.

I wave a hand carelessly behind me in a sign of recognition. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to challenge her in the Pit.

Pausing outside my room, I struggle to unhook my necklace that held my key. The blood on my fingers still has not fully dried, and I grow increasingly frustrated. I just want to bathe, goddamnit.

“Allow me,” a deep voice purrs from behind me. I shudder as two hands suddenly brush my own away from their hold on the necklace. Warm fingers brush the nape of my neck as the sound of a slight inhale meets my ears.

Fuck, I hope this person isn’t smelling me because I am almost certain the combination of sweat and dried blood is extremely unpleasant.

“There,” the voice rasps, “All done.”

My necklace is gone from my neck, and I turn to retrieve it from whoever just assisted me.

“Oh, fuck,” I hiss, taking in the demon before me. His teal hair is wild and reminiscent of a blue flame. His black eyes are large and slanted, fixed on me with a peculiar expression I just cannot place. His clothes are expensive. I peer closer, inspecting the intricate details on his patterned top. Was that Versace?

In this economy?

His arm extends to mine. My necklace dangles from one finger carelessly. “Here, mì shaìà (my pet).”

“My name is (y/n),” I grab the necklace and shudder when our fingers brush for a split second, “Not Mishaeya.”

The demon smiles. It’s large and boxy and completely predatory. “(Y/n). Mì shaìà. It doesn’t make a difference.”

Am I missing something?

“Listen, demon-dude, I just killed someone like five minutes ago. Can you stop being cryptic and just tell me why you’re lurking outside my room?”

“Ah, yes,” he stalks closer to me. My back hits the door to my room. He licks his lips, “I was watching you. You are quite the fighter, little one.”

“Little?” I glance down at my thick and well-muscled self, “Mhm, okay.”

“Are you not scared of me, mì shaìà?” His hand cups my chin, thumb darting out to wipe some blood from the shallow cut across my cheek.

“Should I be?” I front like my heart isn’t beating out of my chest.

“Yes,” he smiles before sucking the droplets of my blood from his thumb. “Surely someone as exquisite as you should need protecting. I’m surprised no one owns you yet, (y/n).”

My back straightens, “No one owns me. No one ever will.”

The demon’s head tilts as he silently studies me for a few moments. He looks like he almost wants to say something before he steps back and bows. “Sleep well, mì shaìà. I will be seeing you again.”

I gape as he walks away from me. A thought strikes me. “Hey!” I call after him, “What’s your name?”

He answers without looking back or breaking his stride, “V.”

a/n: i made up Deìthi, the language that the demons use in this story. i will keep a running list of translations at the bottom of each chapter as well as putting initial translations in parentheses following the first usage of the word.

Deìthi (The Language of Demons) Translation List:

Mì shaìà - My pet

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thephantomofthe-internet · 4 years

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Read into Me Chapter 11: Love Story

Steve Harrington x Reader

CATCH UP ON THE SERIES HERE

Words: 4,771

Warnings: fire, injury-all end of season three things!

Author’s Note: Happy belated Strangers Things 3 Day! I wanted to get this up yesterday, but I didn’t have it in me to work. This is the end of the series, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was a fun little ride!

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Paris was a lonely city. You’d arrived alone, having not seen Steve since prom and still desperate to see him one more time. You’d selfishly kept his sweatshirt, wanting a piece of him to take with you to a different country. Your mother hadn’t picked you up from the airport, having sent a car instead. She didn’t seem much interested in speaking to you after months apart; she was much more interested in redecorating her new condo and talking about her fiancé. You met him, a French fop named Jean-Pierre at least fifteen years her junior. He was nice enough, although a bit fruity for your liking. His interests were more on the modeling jobs your mother was getting him. She had no time for you, which was fine since your lessons at the salon began immediately.

You and thirty-five other young hopefuls spend your days locked in a studio with abundant resources and endless models and objects to sketch. And you hated it. You hated the long, rambling lectures from the artists who came to the salon to preach the values of the school and the importance of French art. They alternated between speaking in French and English without explaining themselves as they switched tongues. Your French language skills were nonexistent, so the lectures were exhausting and endless. The only time they ever seemed to help was when they brought you all to the Louvre to examining the long dead French men who’d made the museum possible. There, you could at least sketch out the greats and enjoy the beauty of the art. Inside the studio, you felt as though your head was going to explode. The lectures spoke too loudly and loomed over you without warning or word, you weren’t allowed your headset or Walkman in the studio to combat them, and the smell of various paints and clays made your stomach churn. The girl who’d taken up the easel next to you, a little German named Lisle, had taken to making clay pots and sculptures and the sound of her pottery wheel mixed with her incessant humming made you want to commit manslaughter. It didn’t help that the smell of the brown clay invaded your sinuses and made you sneeze violently. You dreaded the salon. But you dreaded being at home more.

Your mother had hired you a French tutor, utterly horrified by the fact that you hadn’t been practising. You tried to tell her that, despite her assumptions, Hawkins High had stopped offering a French elective two years before you started there.

“You cannot live in Paris without speaking French! It won’t do!” she moaned. Jean-Pierre was already on the phone, speaking fast into the receiver. You didn’t see what the big deal was. Everywhere you went, people spoke enough English to communicate with you fine. It didn’t occur to you till after dinner that if you were to study in the country, you’d need the language to understand your lessons.

So you got a French teacher, a short tempered older man who insisted on being called Monsieur Bérnard. His greying whiskers moved sharply as he spoke and he often spit on you as he taught proper pronunciation and conjugation. He ranted and raved all afternoon, disgusted by your apparent lack of an ear for languages and your doodling on the edges of notebook paper instead of working. You’d go from sensory overload in the salon to being bullied by a Freud-looking asshole each day with no room for a break or a breath.

You lived for weekends. Rest was very well thought of in the city so the hell spawn tutor didn’t work and the salon locked its doors. You were allowed to wander the city at your leisure, your mother glad to have you out of the apartment. You’d spend most of your days sat at a café near the Eifel Tower, a prime spot to tourists. Every day, you’d bring your sketchpad and try to draw out the profiles of those you passed you by. You spent two weekends working on a sketch of people sunbathing on the lawn in front of the tower. But it seemed you left all your talent in Hawkins. You’d spent so long drawing familiar faces back home, now that you were away from your nest, you found yourself without the skill to capture the faces around you. It occurred to you that you knew the faces of Hawkins far too well. They were engrained in your mind, your hand working like a stamp to put them on the page. France was full of strangers. You didn’t know how to understand them like you understood Hawkins. France wasn’t home. You couldn’t work out in a world of strangers.

You couldn’t work in the salon either. It was too much. Everyone was constantly showboating and trying out-do one another. You couldn’t work with people spying over your shoulder. You felt judged and insecure about what you could do. You didn’t want to be watched as you tried to make art. It didn’t help that you had no idea what to make. The closest thing you’d gotten done is that sketch of the Eifel Tower and that wasn’t something you couldn’t buy on the streets around the monument. You’d tried all the things that you couldn’t in your bedroom-paint splatter art, pottery, carving, paint pulling, mosaics. You never finished anything. The drive to push through wasn’t there.

When the loneliness and fear became too much to bear, you held Steve’s sweatshirt and cried. It still smelt like him; Irish Springs soap and Fabregè Organics shampoo and hairspray and a bit like sweat. It was nice though. You missed him. You tried to write him letters, but you knew that they wouldn’t get home before you did. You’d made up your mind that whatever the answer was, you were going home. Whether that meant deferring a semester or missing the first week of school you would go back to Hawkins. Still, you’d written over a dozen letters, all crumpled in your waste bin.

You waited until the last minute to finish something for submission. You’d tried to sketch your mother, to find who you knew in the fancy woman in front of you. With her bleached blowout and designer clothes, thirty pounds lighter and yellow gold jewellery glinting in the midday sun. She looked like the epitome of elegance, straight out of a magazine. The woman you remembered had greying roots and love handles, her only jewellery the wedding rings your father had given her. Europe had changed her into someone who you didn’t know and who didn’t seem to want to introduce herself to you. Nothing you drew seemed to capture the middle between who she was and who she is now. You realized in her profile that you weren’t a part of her life anymore, that she didn’t want you there. You were as strange to her as she was to you. You passed each other like ghosts in the hall, almost recognizable but hauntingly foreign.

The day before your final piece for submission was due; you got a letter from Steve. It only had one sentence.

“I should have asked you to stay.”

It was all you needed to hear to be inspired. You made your final project a tribute to him, mixing memories with unfinished letters building into his face. You used plain black ink to sketch his profile on the surface of the mess, building him into your loneliness. You only had your memory to recreate his face and your own letters to fill the canvas. Still, it was the only thing you’d done the whole time you were in the country that you were actually proud of. You didn’t finish it until the sun rose and you handed it off to be judged without a second thought, bleary eyed and exhausted.

You were on a plane home by the wee hours of July 4th.

Hawkins was a depressing place. After graduation, Steve found himself listless and at the hands of his father. He was a failure, a disgrace of a son. He was unready to start into the family business. His grades were pathetic. He had to get a job. Of course, with no job experience and late to the game, no decent place wanted him. The new mall only offered him one place of employment, Scoops Ahoy. And the uniform was embarrassing. Stupid sailor shirts and matching shorts, fucking knee socks and a corny paper hat. He looked like a certified geek. And his co-worker was a freak. Robin fucking Buckley did nothing but bug him all shift. It didn’t help that he had no friends without you, even Dustin had left for some nerdy science camp after the school year ended.

He was alone and lonely.

He tried to write you a half dozen times. But nothing seemed to make sense, nothing was worth telling you. What was he supposed to tell you? That he had become an even bigger loser overnight? He felt so utterly pathetic. He just wanted things to go back to the way things were. But what did that even looked like anymore? It wasn’t a life with Nancy, she’d dumped his ass, and it wasn’t a life with you, you’d left him for a different continent. He didn’t have a clue where he was going anymore. So he did what any lonely, practically friendless teenager did-he worked his ass off. Eight hours every day in the mall with smart ass Robin Buckley, waiting for the ground to suck him up. And sure, he tried to hit on the girls his age that came around. It was a good distraction from his broken heart. He’d made up his mind that he was ready to move on and try to date again. That he needed a girlfriend. That he needed to be cool again.

And then, Dustin came back and Hawkins started acting up again. He thought it was over. Those damn dogs were gone, the thing was closed, the kid was safe and acting like a kid. Everything had gone back to as close to normal as he’d seen it in awhile. But Dustin just had to find a secret code and Buckley just had to decode it and Lucas’s bitchy little sister just had to be small enough to fit into the vents and find a secret Russian elevator. And they just had to get stuck in it.

He couldn’t keep that damn kid from seeking out trouble. And yeah, it was kind of fun in a scared shitless kind of way, but it wasn’t worth getting drugged and beaten up and nearly dying for. And it certainly wasn’t worth getting tricked into thinking that he had feelings for fucking Robin. He could murder that kid for getting it in his head that he liked that girl. Robin was cool; he wouldn’t pretend that she wasn’t a decent friend to have at the end of the world. But he didn’t need the embarrassment of trying to ask out a lesbian. At least the reason for her rejecting him wasn’t that he was unattractive or lame, just that she didn’t dig dudes. He was cool with that. And at least he got to punch out a communist. If he could tell his father that without going to prison or being murdered by a Russian goon, he’d be proud. Fuck that, he was proud. He won a fight! He beat up a Russian spy! More than one, he beat some up while drugged out; at least he thought he did. He couldn’t remember much, other than watching Back to the Future with Robin. That movie was too confusing. And then he stole a car, he saved Nancy’s life, he set up that weird tower thing for Dustin-there was too much going on to even recognize how crazy he sounded. How crazy all of this sounded.

And then, the mall was on fire.

Your flight landed on the fourth of July at about ten fifteen in the evening. It took about forty-five minutes to get from the Indianapolis International Airport back to Hawkins. You were buzzing. Seven words had given you all the hope you needed to push you back to the states. Every fibre of your being was alive with energy, with excitement. You couldn’t wait for your grandfather to park the car, you jumped out as soon as you were settled in the driveway.

“Don’t you want to go upstairs and unpack?” your grandmother called after you as you booked it down the driveway.

You turned back “No, I’ll be back later!” you called. Steve’s car wasn’t in the driveway but you figured if anyone was home they’d know where he was. You bounded up the stairs, ringing the doorbell twice.

Mrs. Harrington came to the door in her bathrobe. “Oh, hello there…” she trailed off, obviously unable to remember your name.

“Y/N, hi it’s nice to see you, do you know where Steve is?” you asked, bouncing from your heels to your toes.

Mrs. Harrington narrowed her eyes “He’s at his job I assume. At the mall.” She said slowly.

“What mall?” you demanded. Mrs. Harrington’s eyes blew wide open and you realized that you were probably coming off like an insane person. “Sorry, I’ve been out of the country for about a month.”

“It’s where the Hawkins Laboratories were, off East Wood Road.” She pointed out the door towards the roads. You knew instantly that the fastest way to get there was through the woods. You ran through the backyards of your neighbours and into the woods. You didn’t like the Hawkins forests. They were dark and dim and poorly maintained. The county hadn’t been out to cut down potentially problematic trees on the few hiking paths in the woods. Burs caught your socks and twigs scratched your legs as you hopped logs to try to get there faster. They’d carved a road through the woods, you’d found it halfway to the mall, deserted and blocked off. You could see the bright orange flames from a mile away.

Your heart stopped dead in your chest. Steve was in there. You could cry.

Instead, you hopped the blockade, running down the road despite the calls of passing fire trucks and police. You didn’t care if they tried to arrest you, although you doubted that they could. It would be a waste of time to bother with you during an emergency.

The parking lot was filled with emergency vehicles. Massive streams of water were attacking the building. Luckily, it seemed the mall was closed, judging by the few people who were milling around not in uniforms. You sprinted into the crowd, looking around frantically.

Steve had been ushered into the back of an ambulance and draped in a bright orange emergency blanket. It wasn’t that cold but he felt as though he was freezing. The EMTs had checked his vitals and disinfected the wounds on his face and knees. As for the remaining drugs in his system, he chose not to mention them. He knew that the high would wear off eventually. Robin was sat next to him, equally bandaged up and silent, save an uncontrollable shiver. Wordlessly, Steve took the blanket off his shoulders and placed it over hers. He wasn’t that cold. Moreover, he just felt numb. He’d had this happen so many times; his face beat in, an otherworldly thing trying to destroy his life and hurt his family, a major building destroyed-it all felt familiar. It made him sick to his stomach to know that it was familiar. If he had anything left in his stomach he would’ve thrown up.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something running towards him. At first, he tensed. He didn’t know what it was and it could probably kill him. His heart stopped and then raced wildly. He held out an arm to protect Robin and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Steve!” you cried. He was in an ambulance. He was hurt. He was alive. You felt as if you could cry. In the span of fifteen minutes he’d gone from working to escaping a fiery building to missing in a fire to simply hurt. And hurt was just fine, you could handle hurt.

“Oh my god Steve, are you okay? Are you alright? I love you so much…”You grabbed his face, examining the bruises. You pulled him tightly to your chest, trying not to cry or freak out. You knew it wouldn’t help.

“I love you too…” he breathed into your ear, pulling you close to him. He recognized you by the smell of your hair, the feeling of your arms around him. He could cry. He didn’t believe you were real. But when you pulled away and his hand came to your face. You were real. And you were here. And he was safe. He was safe and alive. Feelings of relief rushed through his body. He wanted to cry, but the shock was too overwhelming for a tear to even drop.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper and hoarser than he’d ever felt it. “I thought you were still in Paris.”

“I came home early,” you chuckled, pressing a kiss to his jaw bone. “I didn’t get in.” That was the nicer version, the judges laughed at your final piece, they called it pedestrian. You should’ve been more upset, your mother was furious, but you couldn’t have cared less. You were free to go home. You could’ve thanked them for rejecting you.

Steve pulled away, looking you squarely in the eye. He wouldn’t have you give up on school to hang out with him in bum fuck Indiana. But you were telling the truth, it was written plainly all over your face. “Those bastards…” Steve murmured. You laughed, your eyes watery and throat thick. You were overwhelmed. You expected to come home and just see him in his element. You expected him to not necessarily want to see you. You didn’t expect a fire or Steve being injured or Steve to even be there at all. You pulled Steve back into your arms, you didn’t want to let go.

“I missed you so much…” you whispered. Steve’s arms came around your hips, pulling you in between his legs. He needed you here, to keep you in place for awhile.

“I missed you too…” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Did you get my letter?”

You looked up “Yeah I did…” you said “I wish I had written you, I tried so many times but I couldn’t find the words and-” Steve kissed you hard, stealing the words from his throat. He didn’t care if you didn’t write him back; this was the best thing he could’ve gotten from you. A letter wouldn’t do it justice.

You were lit up by his kiss. This is what you needed. No words could do the feelings he expressed in his kiss justice. You felt alive. You felt at home. Steve tried to pull away, but you pulled him back by his shirt, kissing him as if your life depended on it. Maybe it did. You couldn’t be sure anymore.

A loud clearing of one’s throat interrupted you and you pulled away to see Robin waving awkwardly. “Oh hey Buckley…” you muttered awkwardly. “How’s Samantha?”

“No clue, she never called me back.” The younger girl shrugged nonchalantly, hopping down from the ambulance deck. “I’ll catch ya later, Harrington.”

You turned your attention back to Steve, looking down at the material still in your fists. He looked ridiculous. “What the fuck are you wearing?” you asked with a laugh. Steve’s hands settled on your lower back, holding you in between his knees as if you’d run off if he didn’t.

“Oh this? This has been my whole summer.” He groaned “I’ve been captaining a boat on an ocean of flavours.” You couldn’t help but cackle, you had no idea what he was talking about but he seemed so serious.

“And by that you mean?” you lifted the fake red neckerchief attached to his shirt, running the material between your thumb and forefinger.

“Ice cream store in the mall,” he pointed to the embroidered Scoops Ahoy logo on his breast.

“You’re kidding…” you shook your head as if to shake the idea out of your mind. Steve’s fingers trailed the raggedy edge of your sweatshirt. Well, his sweatshirt, his last name and basketball jersey number were embossed on the back; he could feel the textured design on your lower back.

“I like my sweater,” he chuckled, reaching up to adjust the length of the drawstrings on the hood. You looked away, a bit embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to keep it I just…missed you,” You replied “You can have it back.”

“Nah, it suits you,” he smirked “Besides, I want my girl in my stuff, it’s cute.”

“Your girl?” you grinned giddily, elbowing him in the ribs. “Since when am I your girl?” You liked the idea of being Steve’s girl. It had a nice ring to it.

Steve smirked, squeezing your hips in his hands. “Oh come on baby, you’ve been my girl for awhile…”

“Oh really? Well, I wouldn’t know since you’ve never asked me…”

You heard a loud yell and turned to see a set of paramedics carrying a stretcher towards you and Steve. They were sprinting and bringing a badly burnt and unconscious Billy Hargrove towards the ambulance you sat on. You quickly moved out of the way. Steve grabbed your hand, allowing you to tug him from the ambulance’s deck.

You only got a brief look at the teenager, but it made your stomach churn violently. You felt ill. You felt Steve squeeze your hand. You turned to look at him and saw how hollow his eyes were. You wrapped your arm around his middle. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” you said, trying to stifle a yawn. You were exhausted from your flight and your run here and the trauma that had smacked you across the face.

Steve noticed anyway “Did you just get here?” he asked, lifting your chin.

“My flight landed at ten, I came to see you as soon as I could.”

“You should’ve gone home to rest, I wouldn’t have been mad at you.” You looked absolutely exhausted. He couldn’t imagine what he looked like.

“I missed you too much to not see you. And what if you had gotten hurt, if you hadn’t made it out then I would’ve never forgiven myself…”

Steve wrapped his arms tightly around you, shielding you from the scene, as more mangled people were brought out. The beast must’ve fallen apart once the brain was destroyed. It looked as though a bomb had gone off. Steve squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to leave, but he knew that the FBI would be called and he’d have to talk to them again. He wanted you to go home, but that didn’t seem like an option now. Selfishly, he liked having you there, it was comforting to have you in his arms, squeezing him under his ribs and keeping him calm.

“I’m not gonna get hurt, I’m okay…we’re okay…” You nodded roughly against his chest. You felt as if you were burning up and freezing at the same time. You saw blinks of red flashing lights and sirens as one of the ambulances sped past. You were so thankful that he wasn’t on that ambulance.

“Yeah, I know, I’m not gonna let you out of my sight ever again.” Steve lifted up your chin, raising an eyebrow at you. “What? Last time I did you nearly died and for what? A shit job in the mall?”

“Well, not just for a job, I was helping Robin and a couple kids who were with us,” That wasn’t the whole story. Steve knew he’d have to tell you eventually about everything, but for now he was more than comfortable ignoring the looming problem beneath their feet.

“What a hero…” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Something had been bothering Steve for awhile now and he determined now was the best time to tackle the subject. He turned away from you, folding his hands in his lap.

“Did you mean it when you said that you loved me?” he asked quietly. Truthfully, he wasn’t certain that you meant it. Or if he had even heard you correctly. After Nancy, he wasn’t sure if anyone actually loved him back. He’d given so much of his heart away only to have it tossed to the floor and tread upon like it was nothing more than a cigarette butt. He wasn’t sure if he could trust that you meant it.

You let out a small sigh through your nose, crossing your arms over your chest. You were a bit embarrassed. You were half hoping that he would forget about it. Your response brought all of Steve’s hopes crashing down. “Yeah, yeah I do,” you admitted, rubbing your arms, having suddenly gone cold. “I will admit, I hadn’t planned on saying that this early, feels a bit middle school to say that you love someone before they’re even your boyfriend.”

Steve turned to look at you once again, a bit surprised. Your face had gone red, adorably red, but still very red and your gaze had turned down to the asphalt at your feet. He reached out and took your hand, interlacing your fingers with his. “Good,” he said with a smile. You turned up to look at him; brow furrowed “I thought I had like imagined it.”

“Oh…no you’re good.” You said slowly. He looked like a little puppy dog, his whole face was radiating sunshine; it was almost hard to look at. It was harder to not match his energy, to get drunk off it. Then again, no one was stopping you from just enjoying the moment. You let out a small breath, not so much heavy with sadness or regret, but simply exhaustion. You let your head rest on his shoulder, smiling softly despite the scene in front of you. If it weren’t for the smouldering building and the emergency vehicles surrounding the pair of you, it would almost be romantic. The fact that you were even trying to find romance in the scene felt a bit silly, but maybe that was what this was supposed to feel like. Finding love in a burning building was a bit dramatic, it certainly not what you’d expected for your life, but you determined that no matter what you’d keep Steve safe. You had no idea what was going on at this scene, you had no idea what happened. But no matter how scared you were, you knew that Steve must’ve been even more scared. You knew that you couldn’t protect him, the same way that he couldn’t protect you, but maybe together you could keep each other safe for awhile.

“I love you too, you know,” Steve said quietly, his gaze trailed on the smoke of grey smoke coming up off the extinguished fire. The front of the mall had crumbled and the giant neon ‘Star-Court Mall’ sign shattered on the pavement. You hadn’t seen the mall before the fire, you didn’t know what it was supposed to look like, but a cavernous jagged mouth probably wasn’t the design goal. Still, you turned your attention to the side of Steve’s face. He couldn’t face you, the tips of his ears bright red underneath his flat, sweaty hair.

You swallowed hard “I know,” you say softly. Steve turned to look at you, examining your face with a nervous expression. You smiled and nodded reassuringly “I know.” Steve smiled and laced his fingers with yours. He squeezed your hand tightly in his and you squeezed his back, the feeling of his hand squeezing yours the only feeling left in your body beyond the giddy buzz. You didn’t know how any of this worked, you didn’t know if you were doing this right, if there was a right way to do it. The buzz under your skin was two parts anxiety and one part excitement. But you didn’t pull away. You were glued to his side.

“You know, I think that was one of the first normal conversations we’ve ever had,” Steve mused.

You scoffed loudly rolling your eyes “That was not normal.

Steve shook his head with a small laugh “Yeah, I know…”

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The Irreplaceable Charlie Weasley: Pt. 1, Ch. 5

PART 1: WHERE IT ALL BEGAN Chapter 5 - Saving a Weasley

Nova

I felt so bad for Penny having to stay behind and clean the slugs that were without a doubt brought to the classroom by Tonks when she went to the bathroom and were the jelly things hitting the floor.

I wanted to find Tulip and Tonks as soon as possible as I couldn't help but be a bit angry with them, my head still hurting.

I was almost at the Great Hall when I heard someone calling me.

“Nova, over here!” I turned around and saw Tonks and Tulip waving at me.

“Where's Penny?” Asked Tulip, oblivious.

“She got detention because of your slugs!” I said, trying to control my voice. Tonks had to bit her lip no to burst out laughing as I continued.

“I stood up and stepped on one of them and fell flat on my back. Snape, of course, noticed at once and since the slugs made their way under our table and Penny and I were the only ones left in the classroom, he blamed her, took 20 points from Hufflepuff, and made her clean the mess all by herself! I tried defending her but Snape threatened me with detention as well so Penny nudged me to leave.” Seeing that I was angry, massaging the bump on my head, Tulip and Tonks' faces changed.

“Blimey Nova, I'm sorry.” Tonks said sincerely. “Are you going to be okay or should we go to the Hospital Wing just in case?” She added.

“I'll be fine. And it should be Penny you should apologize to because I don't want to know how mad she is at you! Not only is Potions her favorite subject and she asked you not to pull any pranks on the first day, but you also got her in detention on the first day of school!”

“Tonks, I think Nova is right. Why don't we go back to the Dungeons and tell Snape the truth.” I could see Tulip felt really bad, just for thinking slugs in the Potions classroom were funny.

“Alright, alright. You girls will make me a better person if this continues!” She groaned but Tulip and I knew she liked that we made her responsible for her actions.

“Are you coming with, Nova?” Tulip asked me as I was about to head in the other direction.

“Are you kidding? I don't want to be anywhere near Snape until our next lesson on Thursday!” I exclaimed. “I think I am going to the Courtyard to draw. Meet you at dinner?”

“See you later!” They both said and ran towards the Dungeons.

It was weird going somewhere alone. I know I have only been at Hogwarts for 3 days but I always had at least one of the girls with me. I was debating between the Owlery or the Courtyard to relax and draw. I decided to go to the Owlery to check if Pip was sleeping.

It didn't surprise me that the second I stepped in, he was already on my shoulder, hooting happily and nibbling my ear, probably to thank me for the visit.

“What do you say we go to the Courtyard and I draw you, you beautiful bird?” Pip hooted ever so loudly, moved from my shoulder to my arm and we made our way down the stairs.

I was happy it wasn't as full with students as I thought it would be since there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

I sat down on one of the stone benches, putting Pip and my bag down and taking out my drawing book.

“Oh, how I've missed you!” I whispered to the notebook and hugged it slightly. I haven't drawn for about 4 days and I was angry at myself for it.

I sat on the grass next to the bench rather than on it because it was easier for me to use the bench for a table and Pip positioned himself so well as if he was posing.

“Good boy, Pip! Now stay still so that I can at least make a good sketch.” Pip hooted at me and returned to his posing. I chuckled as I took out my brand new pencils, bought by my dad as a 'you're going to Hogwarts and I am proud of you' gift.

It felt like ages to complete the sketch as Pip constantly wanted to peek and see if his portrait was done yet. “I told you to stand still. The more you act like a statue the quicker I can draw you.” I explained to which he replied with a single 'hoot'.

As I started to draw details on the feathers, I heard a rather mean laugh a little away to my left. At first, I didn't put any attention to it.

“Oh, look at that. What a loser!” I couldn't help to overhear a girl say. I tried to mind my own business and went back to drawing.

“What are you doing? Are you reading?” The girl continued, in a baby type of tone.

“And look how old his book is, it's going to fall apart any second now, ha!” A boy spoke this time.

“What's the matter, Weasley? Can't afford a new book and you have to reread an old one?” As the third voice spoke I turned around to see what was going on. I saw 3 Slytherin students that looked at least 2 years older than me standing in front of a boy with a frightened look on his face, clutching the book that I assumed they were mocking him for.

The one on the left was probably shorter than me. She had long black hair, made into a braid on each side. She had an upward crooked nose so that I could see her non-existent brain. The one on the other side was the only boy in the group. He looked fairly normal except for the fact that he was so large that if someone pushed him right at that moment, he would've rolled straight out of the Courtyard. The one in the middle, for which I assumed was the one who started to mock the boy was tall, slim, with thin rat-colored hair that was so greasy that if the wind blew, it wouldn't even move. She had pimples all over her face; one so big that it could easily be mistaken for a boil.

Then I looked harder at the boy. He was the freckled Gryffindor that's in my year! He looked so uncomfortable, looking around to see how he could escape the trio that now surrounded him. He kept pressing his book to his stomach and I could see he would do anything so that they wouldn't take it.

“What, not going to say anything?” The fat boy asked.

“Your parents aren't able to buy you a new one? Are they too poor, Weasley?” Mocked the greasy-haired girl.

“Leave him alone!” Before I realized that the voice came from my mouth I was already on my way towards them. Raising my hand at Pip to make him stay on the bench.

“A First Year defending a First Year. See this Shmeasley, this is your protection!” The greaseball said as all three of them burst out laughing, holding their stomachs.

“That's right, I am a First Year!” I almost shouted at them now, coming even closer. I put my hand in my pocket, trying to grab my wand as I saw their faces get even angrier for disturbing their bullying but I reached for an empty pocket as I put the wand in my bag that stayed with Pip. But that didn't stop me from talking more. “Maybe you should pick on someone your own size, or better yet, your own age!” They laughed at me even more now.

“What are you five? You're sure acting like it.” I continued. Apparently, this was the last straw, as their faces frowned so much from anger that I thought one of the pimples from the girl in the middle was going to burst straight in my face.

“Zip it Ravenclaw! What are you going to do to us? We are smarter than you AND you are outnumbered!” Yelled the boy now as they simultaneously pulled out their wands.

“Flipendo!” Yelled one of the girls. I couldn't see as I closed my eyes but nothing happened. I opened them slowly and all I could see was an emerald cloak in front of me. It was Professor McGonagall and she had to block the spell from hitting me. I stepped on her left side, still hiding a little behind her cloak.

The freckled boy was now staring at her with an opened mouth.

“Miss Bellgrim, Miss Tailbottom, and Mister Morgan, what do you think you are doing!?” She yelled at them, her eyes filled with such fury that I thought I could see little lightning bolts shoot from them. Both the Gryffindor boy and I chuckled when Professor McGonagall said 'Tailbottom'. “Attacking a First Year without their wand! Explain yourself!” She shouted further.

“I...we...well.” The pimpled girl wasn't so loud now.

“I thought you had no explanation for such act of foolishness. 30 points will be taken from Slytherin and I will make sure your Head of House picks good and long detentions for you!” Said Professor McGonagall.

“30 points?” Exasperated the boy, the Professor called Mister Morgan.

“Each!” Professor said, moving her hand to indicate that they should get out of her sight. The trio nodded and hurried from the Courtyard. She then turned to me.

“Are you okay, Miss Blackwood? Why were they trying to duel you?” She asked, concerned.

“They were being rude to him,” I said and nudged my head to the freckled boy, “and I wanted to help. They were really mean to him, Professor.” Her expression softened.

“You stood up to three Four Years to help a fellow First Year?” She asked gently. “The Sorting Hat was right thinking to put you in Gryffindor, you are as brave as you are foolish, Miss Blackwood.” She added.

“If I haven't blocked that spell in time you would've been in the Hospital Wing right about now.” She continued, worry in her voice.

“50 points to Ravenclaw for such braveness and the will to help a fellow student. She then turned to the redhead boy. “Are you alright, Mr. Weasley?” The boy just nodded. She examined us both from head to toe. “Please be careful, Miss Blackwood, Mr. Weasely. And if this happens again, come straight to me. That means you too.” She looked at me again and walked away.

The boy with red hair finally closed his mouth as he realized it was all over. He looked at me, still sitting on the ground, holding his book. “Thank you so much for that. I thought they were going to take my book this time.” He said sadly.

“This time? This wasn't the first time?” I asked puzzled.

“No,” the boy said, lowering his head, “it happened on the train too. I was alone in a compartment, you know reading about Dragons,” he said casually as all anybody ever really does is read about Dragons, “and they came in and started picking on me. Thank Merlin that my brother Bill came to see me and he shooed them away. He then stayed with me just to be sure that they wouldn't come back.” He said and smiled a bit, reminiscing on the memory.

Pip decided that I have left him alone for far too long and he flew on my shoulder and hooted loudly in my ear.

“Is he yours?” The boy asked excitedly.

“Yes, would you like him on your arm?” I asked and sat next to him. I then nudged Pip from my shoulder and tapped on the boy's arm to indicate that he should sit there.

“Wow, she is beautiful. We have a family owl, Errol, but she is more clumsy than my younger brother Ron.” He said as he stared at Pip with amazement.

“It's a he actually and his name is Pip.” I smiled.

“Such a cool name!” He finally looked at me. “I'm Charlie by the way. And in case you haven't heard those Slytherins shout my last name before, it's Weasley. Charlie Weasley.” He extended his hand to me with a look of embarrassment on his face due to what happened earlier.

“I'm Nova Blackwood.” I shook his hand. Pip suddenly flew from Charlie's arm, back to the bench where all my stuff was still laying around. He flew back with everything in my bag and dropped it right in front of us. My drawing notebook flew out of the bag as it hit the floor and opened several pages in, revealing a drawing inspired by my Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Thembook.

“Woah, that's the Common Welsh Green!” Charlie said in awe. “Did you draw this?”

“Yes.” I said proudly.

“Wow, you are really talented. Would you mind?” He asked, shaking my book, indicating if he could go through my drawings. I nodded.

I loved how careful he was while turning the pages. Sometimes he murmured something to himself. He gasped and let out a little squeak every time there was a drawing of a Dragon.

When he was done, he gently closed the notebook, turned to me and gave it back. “Thank you for this. You standing up to those bullies and letting me see all these beautiful creatures you've drawn is the best thing that happened to me so far at school.”

“But the year has just begun.” I said, smiling.

“Unless I see a real Dragon at Hogwarts, nothing can top this.” He smiled back. “Want to see my book?” He offered. “It's about Dragons but it's very old.” Of course, it's about Dragons, I thought.

“I don't mind. The older the book the better the smell and more valuable it is.” I said genuinely.

“I forgot you're a Ravenclaw.” He chuckled and opened the book.

He showed me so many different Dragon species that I haven't even heard of. The illustrations in the book were so beautiful that I couldn't stop admiring them. I don't know what holes those Slytherins had in their brains but to me, this was the best book I have ever come upon.

He then told me that his dream is to work with Dragons and that, even though very ambitious, would like to get a job in the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. He told me that he has 6 siblings, about which I gasped and said that he is the second child in the family.

“My favorite Dragon is the Hebridean Black. What's yours?” He said, excited. “Oh, don't answer that, I can't expect everyone has a favorite Dragon like me.” He lowered his head.

“Chinese Fireball.” I said before he could say another word. “Has been since I first saw it in the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. My dad bought me the book. He was hoping it would shut me up about wanting to own a Chimera and a Fire Salamander.” I chuckled.

“You wanted to have a Chimera?” He laughed but I could see he was imagining having one too.

Before we could go back to his book, a voice called for Charlie.

“Charlie?! Charl... there you are! I was worried sick. Why aren't you at dinner? You know that I promised mum I would look after you!” The boy with longish red hair said after finding us, still in the same spot as before. From what Charlie told me, I assumed that was his older brother Bill, who was currently in his Third Year.

“I'm sorry, Bill!” Apologized Charlie. “I was showing Nova my book after she saved me from those Slytherins again.” Charlie said thankfully.

“Those Slyth...again? Charlie, we have to tell Professor McGonagall now!” Bill was furious.

“Oh, I don't think that will be necessary.” Grinned Charlie as he told his brother how I intervened, how McGonagall saved me from the Knockback Jinx, and how they lost the Slytherins House 90 points and I gained Ravenclaw 50.

“What is your name?” He looked at me astonished that I stood up to 3 Slytherins much older than me just to help his brother.

“My name is Nova Blackwood.” I said as I shook his hand.

“Thank you Nova for saving my brother. I don't even want to imagine what they could do to him if you weren't around.” He said with a worried face.

“Bill!” Said Charlie, obviously embarrassed as the pink hue between his freckles started to show. “You are starting to sound like mum.” He mocked him to take attention off himself.

“You know what mum would have done to me if something ought to happen to you. I would receive a Howler and then the whole school would know I'm a bad brother.” Bill defended himself.

“Get off it Bill, you're the best brother!” Charlie said and smiled at him. Bill smiled back and ruffled Charlie's hair.

“Now, as much as I like that you are making friends Charlie, I would like for you two to go to the Great Hall and get some dinner before it's too late.” Bill said, helping us get up.

I turned to Pip and told him to go get some rest in the Owlery. Bill accompanied me and Charlie to the Great Hall. There he thanked me again for helping his little brother. “See you around, Nova. Was nice to meet you!” He ruffled Charlie's hair again and went towards the Gryffindor Tower.

Charlie and I entered the Great Hall together, which by now was half empty since dinner time was almost over. Charlie was called over to the Gryffindor Table by that boy who could barely see through his thick black hair. He turned to me.

“Nova, thank you again. I had so much fun with you!” He said and to my surprise gave me a hug. “We'll see each other around, we have a lot of classes together, we can hang out then.” He said, rather excited and hurried to the Gryffindor Table.

I looked around and saw a blond, pink, and redhead at the Ravenclaw Table. I hurried to the girls and sat down.

“Blimey Nova, where have you been?” Tonks said.

“We got worried that you had to go to the Hospital Wing because of your fall.” Added Penny.

“I almost ended up at the Hospital Wing, but not because of the fall.” I said and they gasped.

I then told them all about how those Slytherins attacked Charlie and how I forgot my wand in my bag, to which Tulip commented that it can happen to anyone. I told them how McGonagal protected me from the Knockback Jinx to which they stared at me with opened mouths. I then told them all about Charlie and how he is as excited about Care of Magical Creatures as I am. Tonks murmured something about how we are all too excited for school and we laughed at her comment.

When I finished my story Penny told me that Tonks and Tulip apologized to her and that they wanted to take full responsibility for what happened in Potions class but Snape wouldn't let them. To my surprise, Tulip said that Penny thanked them both as her detention with Snape enabled her to show him her knowledge of potions and that he gave Hufflepuff 5 points for knowing all the potions she had to sort.

Of course, she is confident that she will never receive such detention again as Snape soon realized that it wasn't a punishment for her at all.

While lying in bed that night, I couldn't believe the day I had. The year has hardly started and I was having so much fun. I would even dare to say that I have made a new friend and I couldn't believe how much we had in common. Nobody I knew loved animals as much as I did, not even my aunt who was breeding Abraxans. Nobody, until I've met Charlie.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Broken Like Me: The Party

Summary: Dean and the reader attend his agency’s annual party where they run into a not so friendly face...

Masterlist

Pairing: Model!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, small fight

A/N: Enjoy!...

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“Wow,” said Dean as you stepped out of the hotel bathroom. “Wow, sweetheart.”

“Is it bad?” you asked. He shook his head and stepped over with a big smile.

“It’s amazing. You look beautiful and hot and sexy and I just want to take that dress right off of you,” he chuckled.

“Considering the amount of time Carla spent finding this for me, I think she’d kill you,” you said. “How’s my back look?”

“As beautiful as the rest of you,” he said, touching a hand to your bare skin. It was an open back dress and far more risqué than you had any right to be wearing. Dean trailed his fingers over the faded scars covering the skin there. “I packed the emergency dress just in case.”

“Thank you,” you said with a smile. “But I’m okay. I love this dress and if your model friends have a problem with my scars, then fuck them.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I can’t wait to show you off.”

“Or we could skip this agency party thing and go to a nice dinner instead and then come back here and get naked?” you said.

“That is incredibly tempting but we flew all the way out here for Carla,” he said.

“I know,” you sighed.

“It’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Y/N, is that you?” said Carla when you got to the party. “Dean must be drooling.”

“Yes, he is,” you laughed, getting a hug from her, Dean getting his own.

“How you doing babe? Getting along with your parents? That goes for both of you,” she said.

“Yes, mom,” teased Dean. “It’s been pretty good. Y/N’s parents gave her her trust fund back. With interest.”

“To which we promptly decided to leave it be for kids and future weddings and all that stuff. Dean and I have plenty between our jobs,” you said.

“Well I’ve never worried about you two and money. So you’re doing better with your parents still?” asked Carla.

“Yeah. It’s a little awkward sometimes still. They grovel a little bit,” you said.

“They’re trying their best,” said Dean. “Excuse me ladies, I think I see a friend over there.”

“How’s he and his dad really doing? It’s like pulling teeth sometimes,” she said.

“John is going to Dr. Bram every other week,” you said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. John’s got a whole bunch of crap he’s gone through apparently. He’s still not a fan of going but he does it for Dean,” you said.

“It sounds like things are calming down for you two finally,” she said.

“Hopefully. We could do with some quiet,” you said.

“I take it you haven’t started wedding planning yet then,” she teased.

“My mom is looking at professional planners for us so that’s a joy,” you said.

“Want me to say anything?” she asked.

“No mom,” you laughed. “I’ll calm her down if she gets too wound up. Dean and I love each other. There’s no need to rush into a wedding.”

“A wedding is honestly just another day in your relationship, sweetie. It’s a very happy day where you celebrate your love for each other with friends and family. But in the end, it’s a day. You love him and the babe is head over heels in love with you. You’re young. Take the time to make it what you want it to be,” she said.

“Do you think I’ll ever get to the point where my mom would say something like that?” you asked.

“I think so. Dean and his father...I thought about coming to pay John a visit more than once and give him a piece of my mind. But now, they seem to be healing that relationship. I’m sure if you’re patient with them, you’ll get there.”

“I hope so,” you said.

“Well when I met you, you never would have been caught dead in a dress like that,” she said. “I think you got this.”

“Well the scars on my face and arms and chest are gone,” you said.

“Your back is actually not what I was expecting,” she said.

“I got a better scar cream,” you smiled. “A whole lot cheaper than laser surgery.”

“Dean ever offer to pay? He can plenty afford it,” she said.

“He brings it up now and again. He makes so much he doesn’t need. He just puts it out there that he would help if I choose to get rid of the rest,” you said. “A majority of the time though, the only person who ever seems them is Dean though so it doesn’t matter. I tell him to put the money towards something he wants.”

“Looks like what he wants right now is you to come save him,” she said, Dean looking like he was pleading with you to get over there. You walked over with a smile, Dean easing a little as you stopped at his side.

“So is this the farm girl that you gave up Calvin Klein for?” said a guy in a white suit, the other guy with them walking away.

“Down girl,” said Dean when you opened your mouth. “This is Kyle.”

“I think she was ready to tear my throat out,” laughed Kyle. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“Dean doesn’t speak kindly of many of his model friends. But Kyle Kendricks is always okay with me,” you said.

“I told you I’d win her over,” said Kyle.

“Yeah well you’re a loser so it’s not too hard,” chuckled Dean.

“I don’t think those pictures Dean posts of you did you justice, Y/N,” he said.

“Always a suck up,” you said. “Hey, how’d that shoot for the baby food go?”

“Didn’t happen. Super weird. I was ready to sign the contract and everything and apparently the owners themselves said they got somebody else in mind,” he said.

“Was it Gerber?” asked Dean.

“Nah, the other one,” he said. “I don’t have the new dad look they were going for.”

“Considering you do alcohol commercials, probably not,” teased Dean.

“You been keeping him out of trouble lately?” asked Kyle.

“I do my best...unless of course I’m the one causing it.”

“You should come visit us sometime. We got great barbecue,” said Dean.

“I’m on a diet,” grumbled Kyle.

“Why?” you asked.

“Calvin Kline contract is going up soon. Michael Reyburn is apparently more trouble than he’s worth,” said Kyle. Dean nodded and Kyle gave him a smile. “Dude I know it was your gig and-“

“I had it for all of five seconds,” he said. “It’s a lot of money if you can swing it. Just be careful bud.”

“Maybe I’ll stick with beer,” he said, getting a tap on the shoulder from a man. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”

“The way you described him you would think the man has a pocket protector and grandpa pants,” you said.

“Kyle’s a nerd. We always stuck together. That other guy was Jack Bilson. He’s besties with Reyburn so-“

“Also a dick. Good to know,” you said. “So how long do we have to be here?”

“An hour tops. I promise.”

“Well hello,” said a deep voice. You spun around from where you were eating a tiny piece of lobster on a cracker, the man chuckling at you. “That is a hell of a dress.”

“Thanks,” you said, your mouth full.

“You’re Dean Winchester’s charity case, right? Or maybe he’s yours.”

“I can see why they’re going with another model, Michael. Must be pretty hard to fill out those shorts with what you’re packing,” you said, getting a few laughs out of people close by.

“Sweetie you ought to see what a real man is like.”

“Then why the hell am I talking to you?”

“Never been with someone who looks like they beat a lawnmower in a fight,” he said. You smiled and glanced down, grabbing another snack and popping it in your mouth. “Do you ever stop eating?”

“Michael. Try therapy for why ever it is you’re so angry and leave me and Dean the Hell alone,” you said.

“Said the freak show,” he said.

“Reyburn,” said Dean as he came over, stepping in front of you.

“Oh look, fatty’s here,” he said. Dean clenched his fist and you stood between them.

“Kindly apologize and leave,” you said.

He started to laugh and you got in his face.

“I literally pulled myself from a burning car only to then find myself bleeding out on the side of the road. You know what you do when that happens, Michael? You make a decision and I made the decision to shove my own fingers inside my rib cage to squeeze an artery shut. Do you know how much that hurts, Michael? Do you know what it’s like to sit there, putting yourself in excruciating pain just so you have a chance at living? No. No you don’t. I am very good at dealing with shit and that includes you. Now apologize, please, and stay away from him. Or else.”

“I see who wears the pants in the relationship,” said Kyle.

“I see who isn’t in a relationship,” you said. Michael narrowed his eyes and stormed off. You ate another cracker, turning to Dean. “This is so good. You got to try it.”

“You never talk about your accident,” he said.

“Because I don’t remember half of it,” you said. “Come on. He’s a douchebag. I want to go dance with my very handsome fiancé.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“I am so glad to be out of there,” you said when you were back in the hotel room.

“Remind me not to accept next year,” he said, shrugging out of his suit jacket and heading straight into the bathroom.

“You alright?” you called as you stepped out of your heels. You didn’t hear anything and undressed, walking into the bathroom naked and taking your hair out of its bun. “Mr. Winchester…”

“What?” he said grumpily before he spun around.

“What’s wrong, De?” you asked. He looked you over and rested his hand on your right side, tracing over the long scar there.

“You’re beautiful and I can’t defend you because I’m...this,” he said, glancing down at his body.

“I don’t need a man to defend me. He was bullying me and my best friend. I will always stand up for us,” you said. “My handsome and healthy soon to be husband.”

“Why would you even want me?” he asked.

“Because I love you,” you hummed, giving him a smile. He rolled his eyes and turned away.

“I’m gonna shower. You mind?” he asked.

“Alright,” you sighed. You left and went back to the bedroom, changing into a pair of shorts and one of his shirts. You flipped through the room service menu and ordered some fries and a brownie, listening for Dean to be done with his shower.

When it was still going by the time the food got there though, you went back in.

“Dean. I ordered a late night snack if you want some,” you said.

“I’m not hungry, sweetheart,” he said. You sighed and opened up the steamed up shower door. “What the hell?”

“It has been an hour. You never take showers this long unless you’re upset,” you said.

“I’m not upset,” he said. You stared at him and he groaned, turning off the water. He brushed past you for his towel and you rolled your eyes, going back to the room and nibbling at the food. He didn’t say anything as he came in a minute later, taking his clothes with him to the bathroom to change.

“Since when are we shy in front of each other?” you asked. Dean shook his head and went over to his suitcase, folding his suit nicely. “Silent treatment, very mature.”

“What is your problem? I want to be left alone,” he said, shoving the suit down.

“Tough shit,” you said as you knelt up on the bed. “I care about you and right now, I get the feeling I care a hell of a lot more about you than you do yourself so until further notice, I’m in charge.”

“You’re in charge? Of what?” he scoffed.

“Get in the bed.”

“Make me.”

You stared at him, Dean crossing his arms. You stood up and walked over to him, getting in his face.

“You gonna push me?”

“If you don’t want to talk then at the very least you can indulge me and go lay down on the damn bed,” you said.

He glanced down and went back to his suit, fixing it before he went to a side of the bed and sat down. You went right next to him, Dean stiff until you shifted behind him, wrapping your legs and arms around him.

“What are you doing?”

“Hugging you,” you mumbled against his shoulder.

“Do you remember that night I missed our date? I went to Dr. Bram’s and was a complete mess?” he asked.

“I remember you had a bad night,” you said. He put one of his hands over yours and held onto your arms.

“Part of that night was because of the model that got the contract after me. Reyburn. He made some nasty comments. I thought I was over it but apparently not,” he said.

“Dean. Yes, Michael Reyburn is a physically fit person and yes he is physically attractive. He’s also a horribly ugly person. He’s disgusting and mean. You on the other hand are the kind of person that made someone like me, someone so beaten down from a lifetime of crap, feel happy and beautiful and loved. You’re the most attractive person I’ll ever meet, Dean. The way you look on the outside, everything else, that’s just a bonus, De.”

He looked over his shoulder at you, peeling your arms away so he could turn and kiss you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“S’okay,” you said. You ran your fingers through his short strands, Dean curling into the touch. “They had cheese fries. I got them just for you.”

“I really should watch what I eat,” he said.

“You had a salad for lunch and we skipped dinner. I say it’s okay, Dean,” you said. “It’s got bacon-“

“That should have been your opener, sweetheart,” he chuckled. You gave him another kiss and hug before you let him go to the table and bring over the food. “I’m sorry Michael was such a pig to you.”

“Well he sounds like he has his own issues to work out,” you said. “Forget him. I also had a great idea while you were in the shower.”

“What’s that?”

“Instead of flying home, want to do a road trip? Hit up some of those places you see on the food channel on our way back?” you asked.

“So no flight and awesome food? I’m sold,” he said. “What about work?”

“I have a lot of unused vacation time. It’ll be fun. We’ve both been busy lately,” you said. “What do you say?”

“I say I’m going to marry a little genius,” he said. He kissed your nose and started to eat, the two of you quiet for a while, your head leaning on his shoulder when you finished. “Y/N.”

“Mhm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Dean.”

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eddie-spaghettis-bifocals · 4 years

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Seed part 2

read part 1 here :)

For years now, Eddie has told Myra he wants a garden.

The first time he told her was a year into their marriage. She went along with it, probably assuming he had some semblance of botanical knowledge to suggest it at all, and then he killed everything he planted, and it had upset him in such a deeply personal way. She could never understand it. Not that he fucking understood it either, but rather than take the time to try and figure that out, he stubbornly tried it again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

Of course, at some point, Myra just begged him to stop. To stop doing this, to stop making himself so angry over something so trivial. “Why does it matter?” she’d ask. Ha! As if Eddie had any fucking clue, himself.

And he thought he never would. He thought it’d just be another one of those weird inexplicable things about him. He thought he’d spend the rest of his strange, spotty life miserably failing to garden every single summer and getting upset about it until he stumbled upon whatever the hell this midlife crisis symptom was trying to fucking tell him.

Ha.

You suppressed the weirdest childhood trauma known to man, it told him the second he came back to Derry. Then, when he saw all the losers: You used to have a real family that made you happy.

Your sickness isn’t real and you kind of always knew, he remembers shortly after Mr. Keene’s pharmacy basement nightmare. You’re gay actually, he accepts in the hours before going down into the sewers and very nearly dying.

You fell in love once a long time ago, he thought as he lie bleeding out in his best friend’s arms in the place he feared the most. He shut his eyes on accident and opened them back up in a hospital room, where he sees all the losers in various states of exhaustion. Richie is asleep, leaned halfway over onto his hospital bed, head on Eddie’s tubed up arm. And you never really fell out.

He was sure, at the time, that that was about the last of the suppressed Derry revelations about himself he could take, but that was then. This is now, at their final stop before meeting Mike at the airport and leaving Derry forever. Richie’s hand supports Eddie’s bandaged arm again as they stand in the Barrens, as if he thinks Eddie might lose his balance and topple right into the fucking creek—as if he doesn’t have a brand new cane to help prevent things of exactly that nature. He joins Eddie in staring up and up and endlessly up at what Eddie thinks may have been the lamest, most confusing grand gesture of his entire life:

A tree.

It definitely wasn’t here the last time he was, but he knows it innately, all the same. And judging by the look on Richie’s face, he knows it, too.

He wants to slap himself.

For years now, he’s told Myra he wants a fucking garden to his own bewilderment when all along, it’s been because of some stupid tree—and every embarrassingly intimate thing it accidentally represented—that he grew with comedian Richie fucking Tozier back when he was a nobody twenty-seven years ago. Back when they were both at their most honest and vulnerable. When Eddie was at his most unabashedly infatuated—uninhibited in a way he’s never been since, determined and emboldened, freshly thirteen and endlessly stupid—

“Well, whaddayaknow, huh?” Richie whistles. Eddie slides his nervous eyes over to see Richie still looking up like he’s afraid to stop. “Tall and shady. Just like you said. There’s some birds up top, I see. For Stan,” he says, and his lips tilt up at the sides.

There had been, it appears, some sort of magic involved in Eddie’s survival. Bill told him that by the time they got him to the hospital, the bleeding had stopped. Combine that with the fact that the scars on their palms are now completely gone, and the fact that Stan’s wife called Beverly back before Eddie woke up to tell her that Stan had pulled through somehow—it’s so strange we were sure he was gone—Eddie is inclined to think that, too.

And of course, they’re all overjoyed about it, but Eddie thinks Richie’s probably the happiest, since Stan was his best friend. Eddie likes to think that he was too, but there hasn’t been a good time over the last couple of days to ask. Or a good reason. Or a mature reason.

He knows that Richie, Bev, and Ben have made quiet plans to go to Georgia together after Richie finally leaves Derry to visit Stan in the hospital and stay for his recovery. Meet Patty. Obviously, they’re all invited, but they’re all acting like they don’t expect to see Eddie there for a while. At least not as immediately as Richie, Bev, and Ben will be there. He figures they all think he’s got his divorce to deal with and don’t realize that he’d rather do anything but.

“No squirrels though,” Richie hums. He looks at Eddie, eyes suddenly full of mischief as he pinches his lips to hide a smile. Just like he used to. “Just you, Rocky…”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Shut up, don’t fucking call me Rocky, that’s not even funny, are you kidding me?” He kind of hates the way he knows he’s doing exactly what Richie wants, just like back then. Richie watches him explode just like then, too, like there’s nothing else he’d rather be watching. Eddie’s heart thrums like a hummingbird’s. “Like, now I have to call you Bullwinkle, you fucking gargantuan moose-headed motherfucker and that’s not any more original than you still calling me Rocky twenty-seven years later.”

“What was it you said that day?” Richie grins. He’s not even hiding the way they both know he just likes to rile Eddie up. Eddie wishes he were really as annoyed with him as they both know he pretends to be. “Something about carving your name at the very top with my buckteeth?”

“Well what were you doing with them aside from taunting the bullies?” Eddie laughs out, surprised, but now he definitely remembers saying it. Worse, he remembers imagining later, after he and Richie had gone their separate ways, coming back here and carving Richie’s name instead. God.

“Ouch, and you called me a dickhead?”

Eddie snorts, can feel his smile matching Richie’s. “Yeah, you were being a dickhead.”

“You were being short.”

“Well—” Eddie stares and blinks and bolsters himself up for another round but finds himself laughing instead, isn’t all that surprised when he can’t make himself stop. He wants to say it’s a belated release of all the leftover adrenaline he’s probably still got pent up inside, but he’s getting tired of lying to himself. He can feel his smile stretching and stretching, and knows he hasn’t smiled like this in years, hasn’t laughed at something stupid like this in longer. The laughing kind of hurts, what with the violent ripping open, then rapid mending shut of his chest cavity, but he thinks for the first time in his life that this is a good pain.

Richie reaches to steady him, again as if he doesn’t have a cane for this very thing. Richie hasn’t even left yet, and Eddie misses him. Ridiculously, he thinks he’ll miss him for the rest of his whole life.

“You’re not funny,” Eddie deadpans once he stops laughing, once he's caught his breath, but he fails terribly, still grinning. He sees the way Richie is smiling back at him. He is just as afraid to look too much into it as he is to look away.

“You sound just like my critics,” Richie laughs. “You should come to my shows,” he offers like a second thought, but Eddie thinks his cheeks look a little pink, then that he’s losing his mind. “You could heckle me—that’s always good publicity. You’ve always been the best at roasting me. You know all the embarrassing stuff. You know exactly how much of a fucking joke my life is.”

Eddie scoffs. He would say he’s always been the worst at roasting Richie because he never means a word of it. “My life’s a joke,” he rolls his eyes. “On top of everything Derry did to us, I think this fucking tree kind of haunted me.” He says, as a joke, but he thinks there’s a part of himself that means it. Which is even more ridiculous. “I spent the better part of like fifteen years trying to garden for no apparent fucking reason because apparently this tree was that big a fucking deal to me. Do you remember wanting anything the way we wanted this tree to grow?”

Richie doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he sighs, meets Eddie’s gaze, then drops a bombshell. “Eds, dude, you gotta know I, like, barely cared about this thing.”

“What?” Eddie reacts with so much shock, it must show on his face because Richie winces. “You… what?” Eddie says slowly, waiting for Richie to crack but be doesn’t. Only shakes his head, sucks in air through his teeth and keeps wincing.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m not mad, just—” He’s a little embarrassed. He could deal with this if they had both trauma bonded to this stupid fucking tree. He could chock that down to more Derry bullshit—he already had, but he couldn’t handle it if he were the crazy one and Richie had just been, what, humoring him? He shakes his head. “No, I am mad,” he decides, and Richie chortles and that only makes him madder. “What do you mean you didn’t care? That doesn’t make sense, you woke up at like five a.m. to come do this with me!”

“Yeah, ‘cause you cornered me in the clubhouse all alone and said you needed me.” Richie looks over at him, then seems to immediately regret it, drops his eyes onto the grass. “I mean, I barely even knew what you needed me for when you said it, but I thought if I didn’t do it, you might ask one of the others, so I woke up to come do this really fucking depressing thing with you—”

“Fuck you, man,” Eddie snaps, flustered. “It was supposed to be hopeful!”

“Well it was fucking depressing,” Richie tells him with an easy smile. He finally looks at Eddie as he does, but his expression is nervous. Pensive. “But that’s okay. Because it was you.” Again, Eddie’s heart thrums like a hummingbird. “And if you were gonna make anyone wake up at the ass crack of dawn to try your hand at desperately redefining the word ‘burial’ just to prove something to the universe, then I fucking wanted it to be with me.”

Eddie stares at him, speechless. Richie stares right back, shoulders kind of slumped, like he doesn’t know how to hold himself. There’s this feeling like a deep breath, a feeling of relief—finally it’s out there.

And Eddie supposes, now that he has to face it, that he knew. Maybe even back then he knew. Maybe he always knew, deep, deep down, that it wasn’t always just him. He was just afraid, and wasn’t that always the thing about him? He had been too afraid to hope then, and he almost wants to be now, but he looks at Richie and thinks they’ve wasted enough time.

“I always used to hope it was something like that,” Eddie admits. When Richie looks over at him, he stares back head-on, tells himself to be uninhibited, and determined, and emboldened, and endlessly stupid, just like he was all those years ago. Just like the last time they were here together. “That you did… stupid things just for me like I did stupid things just for you.”

Richie watches him like he’s afraid to hope, and frankly, Eddie kind of is, too. Irrationally, despite everything, he imagines Richie possibly having someone back in LA—possibly having a hundred someones on reserve, but something unhinged inside him thinks if even the jaws of fucking death couldn’t keep him from Richie, then good luck to Richie’s imaginary side piece in LA.

Richie laughs loosely, looking uncertain. “If you’re trying to tell me that this was one of those stupid things and not just some weirdly morose growth allegory, then—”

“Yeah, okay, growth allegory,” Eddie rolls his eyes, “whatever—whatever, but also you.” They’re close, Richie still hovering like something might happen, but Eddie doubts he planned for this. For Eddie to release his cane in favor of Richie’s hands. To tug him even closer like he knows what he’s doing. To reach up and pull his face toward him so he’ll stop looking wildly between Eddie’s hands and the cane on the ground he traded for them. “Like, mostly you.”

“Oh,” Richie blinks, eyes wide and owlish like they always looked when they were kids. He looks at Eddie, back and forth between his eyes like they’ll tell him the truth more than words could. He smiles and proceeds to nearly ruin it. “Cool, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this? I’m not good under pressure.”

Eddie scoffs, says, “Pressure,” and kisses him.

Richie kisses him back, startled and laughing a little, but he kisses back like it’s nature. Like it’s innate and organic and unchangeable. Something that Eddie’s certain has been trying to grow between them for decades.

They won’t forget it this time.

#reddie #seed #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my writing #prompt fill #it's a metaphor hazel grace

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jamesfvckingpotter · 4 years

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Just some random James Potter headcanons that I live by.

• ULTIMATE MUM FRIEND

• was seriously always making sure his friends were staying healthy and taking care of themselves

• "I couldn't care less about the Transfiguration test tomorrow Remus, it will be okay, you've been studying the entire day already, but it's fucking 2 am, so you're going to bed right now."

• "I know you're nervous about the potions test Pete, but you have to eat something, I'm not going to let you starve yourselve."

• normally harmless, but talk bad about his friends in front of him and you better run for your life, because he will not think twice about hexing you until you can barely stand up staight anymore

• always stands up for people being bullied in the corridors

• is also always there for little first years to help them find their way through the castle

• even sometimes offering to actually walk them to class when they are really unsure of themselves, even though he knows that that means coming late for his own classes and risking a detention

• true ladies man

• Lily was pretty much the only girl of their year to be immune to his charms (in other words: the only sensible one with a bit of self respect)

• even though his flirting techniques were absolutely ridiculous and annoying, he could pull them off; he was just that charming

• his middle name was F l e a m o n t

• which was something he tried to hide at all costs. The only people who knew about it were the other Marauders and Lily, because of the personalized parchment Euphemia insisted on buying for him

• came up with the idea of becoming animagi, after reading about it in his Transfiguration book

• was completely oblivious about two of his best mates having feelings for each other and getting together, until he walked in on them during sixth year

• he screamed like a little girl when he saw them, making Remus and Sirius laugh for a solid ten minutes after they got over their initial shock of being caught

• they told Peter and Lily what happened and even though Remus and Sirius were the ones who had been found half-naked, it was James who ended up being most embarrassed about the whole thing

• ever since the beginning of first year, James had set himself a goal to win a chess game against Peter.

• halfway through sixth year he finally succeeded (purely because Peter was a bit distracted -Mary had just walked into the common room in possibly the shortest skirt he had ever seen- , but this didn't stop James from being ecstatic about his victory)

• he actually hosted a party in the common room that night, to crown himself as "the new Gryffindor chess king"

• the fact that the next game between them was won by Peter again, was conveniently overlooked (and not just that one, James has never won a single game again)

• way too competitive with everything

• and a very sore loser

• when he became Quidditch captain in his fifth year, the team had very mixed feelings about it

• on one hand they were very happy, because James was an amazing captain, who definitely managed to get the very best out of the team

• but on the other hand did no one much enjoy the practices on Sundays that started at 5:30 am..

• hopelessly romantic and sappy as fuck

• when he and Lily started dating, he literally couldn't go for five minutes without telling her how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have her

• Lily would roll her eyes, but a blush would still creep up her cheeks every single time

• he proposed to her on their second anniversary, while they were taking a stroll during sunrise

• he cried when he asked her, and the tears only came faster when she said yes

• he hid little notes to Lily in the house before he went on a mission for the order: "you are so beautiful" and "I love you" and "I'll be back before you know it"

• just like Sirius he was a natural genius who always aced his tests, without ever having to study too hard, which annoyed Lily immensely

• real mommy's boy

• loved his mother so much, and was never "too cool" to show this (this was one of the things that made Lily realise he wasn't that bad)

• the boy had No. Sense. Of. Shame.

• literally, the word shame wasn't in his dictionary

• Sirius' cockiness was partly a cover up for his insecurities

• James' wasn't.

• he just really was that confident and cocky and arrogant

• and he really couldn't care less about what other people thought of him. Didn't care when he was making a complete fool of himself in front of the entire school

• and honestly, this was the only reason he got away with it all. Because he really couldn't care less about being considered weird or annoying (even at times when he really should)

• came up with their nicknames (because let's be honest, no one could've come up with such incredibly dull names, except for James Fleamont Potter)

• he completely freaked out when Lily told him she was pregnant, because he was only 20, how was he going to raise a kid?? And they were in the middle of a war, they can't bring a little human into this world right now??

• but even though he was incredibly nervous about being a dad, once Harry was born, James knew that this was the best thing to ever happen to him, and he became an amazing father

• because he had never thought he could ever love anyone as much as he loved Lily, but when he met that little guy, who had her eyes, he knew that Lily would from that moment on have to share the number one spot in his heart

• this was why, when James realised that it was Voldemort who had found them on that fateful Halloween day, he didn't even think twice about the sacrifice he was about to make. If he had the opportunity to make Lily's and Harry's changes of survival even slightly larger, he would take it, without hesitation

#harry potter #james potter #remus lupin #marauders #sirius black #james potter headcanon #peter pettigrew #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #prongs #the marauders #lily evans #lily potter #jily #james x lily

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writemywaytoyourheart · 4 years

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Your Beautiful Mind | Jungkook

Requested: no ;-;

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x female reader

Genre: fluff and a bit of angst if ya squint -_-

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: problems with self-love, issues with body image, FLUFFF

If these trigger you, don’t read. But, I do think it sends a good message.

a/n: so basically…this was meant to be a short ‘imagine this’ but it turned into something quite different…I wanted to try something different and something I feel very strongly about. I hope you like it 😘 no no stealing my work~ © writemywaytoyourheart March 26, 2020

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BTS was on break, and that meant you got to spend more time with your fiance. You loved getting to see Jungkook a lot more, as he would leave the dorms and come hang out with you all day everyday. Their break was supposed to last for two months. It’s been almost a month of his time off now, and you’re setting up Mario Kart in your living room so you and Jungkook can play when he gets here.

You walk into the kitchen and grab some of his favorite snacks, setting them on the living room table. A knock on the door makes you squeal in excitement as you run to open it, already knowing who stands on the other side. Jungkook’s bunny smile breaks out on his face when he sees you, he holds his arms out and you immediately wrap your arms around his waist, feeling his engulf you.

“I missed you, my sweet girl.” Jungkook breathes in the flowery scent of your shampoo and sighs happily, planting a quick kiss on the top of your head. You giggle and pull away just enough to smile up at him, “You saw me just last night, silly."

Jungkook holds onto you tighter and walks into the house, kicking the door shut with his foot and waddling to the couch with you still wrapped around him. He flops onto the couch and pulls you closer onto him to snuggle his face into your neck.

"I know, but I can’t stand being away from you. I love you too much.”

“I feel the same way, Kook.” You sigh happily and nuzzle the base of his neck with your nose, causing him to giggle because it’s ticklish. You smile and give him a kiss on his collar bone, enjoying the sounds of his boyish laughter.

“Y/n?” He says quietly after a minute of snuggling on the couch. You look up at him, “Yes, baby?”

Jungkook looks down at you and you can feel the love radiating off of him as he stares into your eyes, “I can’t wait to marry you.” He whispers before cupping his hands around your face and giving you a little kiss on the mouth. He pulls away for a second, “I can’t wait to live in the same house as you.” Then he kisses you again. “And wake up next to you, seeing your beautiful face in the morning.” Another kiss. You smile against his mouth, your cheeks tinted pink from his sweet words. “And we can start a family together.” He mumbles against your lips before pulling you into a deeper kiss. You feel a warm spark in your chest, spreading out through your limbs while his arms hold you close.

You spend a couple minutes just laying in his arms, letting him kiss you wherever he can reach; your forehead, hair, lips, chin, cheeks, neck, and shoulder to name a few. After a little while, Jungkook’s attention turns to the TV, seeing the game you put on. His eyes light up and he sits up on the couch, “Ah! You set up Mario Kart? Let’s play!” You laugh and nod, following his gaze to the screen.

“I’m gonna beat you, so watch out Kook.”

“Oh it’s on, babygirl.”

So far, Jungkook has beaten you in five rounds. And you’ve beaten him in six.

Jungkook’s look of complete shock and confusion when he looks at you after the last round makes you laugh and shrug smugly.

“Sorry, baby. Guess you’re not the King of Mario Kart anymore.”

Jungkook squints at you suspiciously, “How did you suddenly get so good?”

“Are you accusing me of cheating?” You put your hand to your chest in mock offense. “I just practiced a lot. I don’t just assume I’m always the best, you sore loser.” You smirk at him, then squeal when he tackles you to the couch.

“Kook, no!” You shriek when you feel his fingers start to tickle you. You can’t stop laughing as he relentlessly takes his revenge on your ticklish tummy and sides. When he finally lets up, you breath heavily and sit up to straighten your hair out again.

“You’re a bully. I’m hungry, let’s eat some snacks.” Jungkook laughs at your short attention span, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

You grab a bag of potato chips and open it up, placing it between you two on the couch and reaching to snag two Chocopies, handing one to Jungkook and opening your own. You take a big bite out of it, then turn and look at Jungkook in confusion, your mouth full of Chocopie. He hasn’t started eating his yet, he just looks at it and sets it down on the table. Usually he’s the first to notice the snacks and dig in immediately.

“You okay, Kookie?” You ask around a mouthful of cookie, covering your mouth with your hand. Jungkook seems to jump at your question then laughs, “Of course! I’m just not hungry right now.”

Now he has your full attention and concern. He’s always hungry, even after eating a big meal he has space for sweets.

You swallow and set the rest of your treat on the coffee table, then turn to him and put your hand on his leg. Jungkook stares at your hand and sighs, bringing his eyes up to yours you can tell he knows that you know something is up.

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you please talk to me?” You ask gently, trying not to stress him out or push him. Jungkook looks up at the ceiling and starts to blink rapidly. To your dismay, you see tears forming in his big doe eyes. You want to just wrap him in your arms and cuddle him into oblivion and let him know whatever it is, everything will be okay. You know something is upsetting him and you know he’ll talk about it when he’s ready.

But, you also know that sometimes, people don’t necessarily want to be cheered up right at that moment. Sometimes we just need to be allowed to get angry, or sad. We don’t always want someone to fix it right away. We need to let it out.

So, you sit in silence and softly rub his thigh with your thumb, patiently waiting for him to open up to you. After a good five minutes, Jungkook wipes his eyes and turns to you with a smile on his face.

“I’m alright, y/n. Just a little overwhelmed is all.”

You’re not buying it.

And usually, you would listen to his wishes of not wanting to talk about it. But, you also know Jungkook, and you can tell that something is killing him, he just doesn’t want to burden you.

He’s dying to talk about it.

But he doesn’t feel like he can.

You wipe your own eyes quickly, then push his shoulders until he sits back comfortably on the couch. You move and straddle his lap, hooking your arms around his middle and hugging him tightly.

“I love you.” You whisper quietly, but loud enough for him to hear it.

“I love you, too.” Jungkook says back, his voice a little scratchy. He sets his hands on the small of your back.

“I love you so much, that I know you better than the back of my hand.” You continue.

“I know.”

“So, please tell me. I want to listen to whatever is on your mind. I love your beautiful mind.” You lift your head and smile at him sadly, seeing him reflect that smile and blink back more tears in his eyes.

“I just feel really insecure these days.” You lay your head on his chest when he starts to speak, and listen to him intently. “It isn’t because of you winning the game, by the way. I’m proud of you for that.” Jungkook let’s out a teary laugh. “I just haven’t been working out since our time off, because I wanted to take a break from everything I’ve been doing.” You nod to show you’re listening.

“I don’t-… nevermind, it’s stupid.”

You lift your head again and look into his eyes.

“Nothing you say is stupid, ever.” You insist, then peck his nose. Jungkook chuckles and sets his hands on your hips, as if he’s grounding himself and trying to gather the courage to say what he wants to.

“I just-…I don’t have abs right now. I know that sounds ridiculous, but it makes me who I am, ya know? The Golden Maknae has abs and thighs and is always good at everything.” You nod, knowing he isn’t finished yet.

Jungkook takes a deep breath and then blurts out the rest of what’s on his mind.

“I love army so much, and I never want to disappoint them, or the boys, or you. I know looks and talent isn’t everything. But, it is for me. It’s who I am. If I don’t work out, I don’t get first place on everything I do, if I’m not the strongest in the group while also being the baby…If I have none of that…then there’s nothing left.” Your heart rips into pieces at the words leaving his mouth, but you still say nothing until he’s done. Jungkook’s voice is thick with tears as you try and fail to keep back your own. They stream down your face, but you keep listening to him.

“Sometimes I wonder if that’s all I am. When I do something to show my strength, or I show my abs or act cute, then everyone loves it. What am I if I don’t do that? I don’t know who I am anymore…and…I just want to be loved…but I don’t think I can let myself. Because I don’t think I deserve it.”

When you look up at him again, you see tear streaks down both his cheeks, Jungkook’s eyes red and swollen while trying to look anywhere in the room but at you. When he finally lets his eyes land on your face, he breathes out a shaky sigh and whispers, "I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, Jungkook.”

“F-For what?” He looks taken aback.

“For telling me what’s on your mind.”

Jungkook nods and pulls you into his chest. You try your hardest to keep more tears from spilling down your cheeks as you rack your brain for the right words to say. When you think of something, you sit up and move off of his lap.

You situate yourself on your stomach next to where he’s sitting, so your head is level with his abdomen. Jungkook watches you curiously, wiping his eyes to clean up his tears. Then, you gently lift up his shirt.

“No, don’t-” Jungkook says weakly, pulling his shirt back down to cover himself. When you first started dating Jungkook, he was extremely shy around you. After being with him for four years now, he never misses an opportunity to show off his abs at the pool or during dance practice. Not to do anything but be a cheeky tease.

You know it isn’t about him being shy. You know he just doesn’t like the way he looks right now, and that’s exactly why you need to do it.

You look at him with puppy eyes until he finally relents with a sigh and let’s go of the hem of his shirt. You smile and lift it up, revealing his little tummy. Jungkook has a slight pooch where his abs used to be, and no outlining of any muscles. You look back at him and see him covering his face with his hands.

“Kook.”

“Please don’t look at me, y/n.”

You sigh and push his shirt up a little more. Once you have the shirt up by his ribcage, you lean down and place a single kiss on his belly button. Jungkook twitches a little, not expecting that from you. Then, he peeks out between two of his fingers, watching you in confusion. You shift into a more comfy position and lean down to place kisses all across his tummy, paying special attention to his pooch.

Jungkook can’t hold it back anymore and starts to let out little giggles from the feeling. You smile and keep exaggerating your kissies while going, “muah, muah, muuuah!”

Soon, Jungkook is full on laughing and trying to push your head away. “Stoop, you’re being silly.” He scolds playfully, making you chuckle and give him one last big kiss right on his belly button.

“Need I say more about how much I love your tummy?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him. Jungkook shakes his head, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“Jungkook.” He looks at you and you cuddle into his side, placing your hand on his tummy and rubbing it gently while you say what you want to say.

“I think you already know that I love you. More than I could ever explain. And I know that you know I love you because of who you are, not because of looks or talent.” Jungkook nods, so you continue. “And who are you, Jungkook? Because what I see, is a young man. A young man that has a mom, dad, and older brother. He was born in Busan and moved to the city to follow his dreams. I see a young man that, despite other’s opinions, accomplished his dream. I see someone who has a heart of gold, and that’s why I see you as the Golden Maknae, Jungkook. You care about people, I can see it. You love people so much, that you’ll do anything for them. Even if it hurts you. I see your beautiful mind, Kook. One that thinks of others, even when it’s hard for him to express himself. One that thinks of silly jokes and gets excited thinking of yummy food. You’re so creative and caring."

You take a second to wipe your tears before going on, "I fell in love with your beautiful heart and mind. No matter what you look like, you wouldn’t have been handsome to me if you were a bad person, Kookie. There are people out there considered to be extremely good looking, but when I see their personality and it’s rotten, all I can see is that ugliness. You’re handsome, and you’re handsome because you have a beautiful soul. Abs and thighs and muscles and perfection do nothing to change that. Army loves you, Kook. And the real ones will stick by you and love you no matter what. If you gain weight, if you don’t. If you get more tattoos, if you don’t. If you act manly or like a baby. They don’t care, sweetie. Army loves you.”

Jungkook sniffles and you reach up to wipe his tears, “You work so hard trying to please everyone else, that you forget you’re human too. You deserve to be happy, too. Don’t let that happiness fade away for something so unsure as the approval of others. I could go on all day with reasons why I love you.” Jungkook hugs you tightly and let’s his tears stream down his face, wetting his and your shirts as you cry together.

“You��ve saved people’s lives, Kookie. So many people you’ve helped climb out of holes of darkness and doubt. Not because you’re Jeon Jungkook of BTS. All because you’re you, and you Jungkook, care about people.”

You let him shove his face into your shoulder and cry, patting him on the head soothingly and whispering how much you love him.

“I love you, y/n.” He chokes out, his tears still trailing down his wet cheeks.

“I love you too, Jungkook. And your beautiful mind.” You coo and kiss his head over and over again while you rub his shoulder to calm him down. Jungkook cries for a few minutes, before pulling away and wiping at his messy face. You giggle and take the hem of your shirt, cleaning his eyes and nose before kissing him gently on the mouth.

“One more thing.” You say and stand up, Jungkook still holding onto your hand. You take your other hand and lift up your shirt to show him the pooch you have right above your pants. You wiggle your eyebrows at him and say, “You like my poochy belly?” Jungkook laughs and pulls you by your hips so he can kiss your belly button.

“I absolutely adore your tummy.” He mutters against the skin of your stomach, placing another kiss there and pulling you to sit on his lap again. You grab the Chocopies and hand him his. Jungkook takes it and bites into it with a smile.

“Kookie?”

“Yes, love?”

“Did baby Kook do anything wrong?” You ask absentmindedly. He looks at you quizzically, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, was baby Kook guilty of any wrongdoing?” You ask again.

Jungkook shifts, “No?” He says uncertainly. You nod and continue, “Ok, how about little boy Kook? Did he do something so horribly, morally wrong?”

“No.” Jungkook answers.

“Did grown up Kook?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Ok then.” You say with finality and look into his eyes. Jungkook searches your gaze, trying to figure out what you’re doing.

“What is this about, baby?” He asks quietly. His eyes fill with tears once again at your answer.

“You’ve never done anything to not deserve happiness, Jungkook. Don’t be so quick to sentence yourself unworthy of being loved."

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a/n 2.0: and that’s the tea sis. it would be a lie to say no tears were shed while writing this… I catch any of y'all saying you’re not worthy of love, watch me fly into the sun and end your whole career. Also, I catch anyone saying anything negative 'bout Kook I won’t hesitate to put up these fists.

Double also, this is the pic that inspired this lil oneshot. I’m proud to say this is my fav fake love tum reveal.

Come at me with that TUM boi 😭😭no abs needed here my sweet sweet angel boi

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kingsuckjin · 5 years

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Sore Loser

Taehyung x reader oneshot

Synopsis: It’s game night with the maknae line. You team up as always with Jimin and Jungkook to beat your best friend and crush, Kim Taehyung. It’s all fun and games until this time he gets mad and decides to play a little game with just the two of you alone in his room. Ftl

Warnings: smut, oral(f and m receiving), masturbation(m), ice play, gagging, slight degradation, unprotected sex (please use protection), a bit of fluff, Taehyung is kind of a dom in this.

Words: 4.7k+

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“I swear I hate you all.” Taehyung whined from his place sitting on the floor across from you. You sat with Jimin to the left side and Kookie on the right with a game board in the center of the four of you.

You and your two teammates exchanged glances while smirking at your sulking blue haired opponent across from you.

It was your monthly game night with the maknaes. It was tradition for you all to sip on whatever fruity, alcohol laden trash they concocted. So far you were three tall glasses into some purple drink with vodka which tasted like nerds candy that Jimin had made.

It was also tradition for the three of you to gang up and bully poor Taehyung and beat him at every game as a team. You had no idea how it started over the years, but typically he would take it as a challenge and sometimes gloat for days when he rarely beat the three of you, but shrug it off when he lost.

Tonight though he was five drinks in and acting like a sore loser for whatever reason. You guessed maybe he was just having a bad day, but you figured one of the others would’ve told you or he would’ve himself.

The both of you were close, maybe closer than the others seeing as how you met and became friends first. You had always given each other a hard time, playfully of course, but you were also the first person the other one went to when having a bad day, or upset about anything at all, knowing the other would make it all better.

“Uh oh Taehyungie is going to cry.” Jungkook leaned in and whispered into your ear before doing the same to Jimin, the youngest was instigating as he typically did.

Jimin let out a giggle at the accusation and you tightened your lips together to hide a smile, to which you were miserably failing at doing.

To be honest you found it funny too that he was getting this upset over a dumb board game.

“Stop it! Shut up! I know you’re talking about me.” Taehyung accused.

“Would we do that?” Jimin asked with a smirk.

“Yes!”

“No, no, no, we just feel so bad for you.” You obviously lied.

“You want us to let you win so you don’t throw a tantrum, hyung?”

Tae scoffed at Jungkook’s question.

“No, don’t let me win, I can win myself! I’m not a baby and I know that this isn’t fair! It never is!” Taehyung was actually loud this time as he glared at only you.

You weren’t scared or threatened by this, he was just being a big baby tonight.

Jimin crossed his arms and rolled his eyes at him “I doubt you’re going to win game night because you’ve already lost three times and this is the last game. Remember? Four games? It’s tradition? You’re even losing at this one.”

“You know what? I’m done. I hate playing with you guys!” Before you knew it Taehyung was smacking the pieces off the board angrily and rather childishly.

The three of you let out groans.

“I was about to win too.” Jimin whined with a pout.

“Stop being such a baby Tae!” You were now upset too with how he was acting too.

“Well stop being so unfair all the time!” As he stood he flipped the whole game board over, picked up his drink, and stormed off.

The three of you left in the room stayed quiet and a bit stunned as the sound of a door slamming echoed through out the house.

“So…” Jungkook was the first to break the silence “we really pissed him off this time.”

“Yeah.” You could tell Jimin felt bad from his voice alone.

“I feel bad. I’m the ringleader in all of this, I should probably go apologize.” You let out a sigh of regret from your mean actions and teasing.

“I mean he was kind of being a baby about it all though. He knows we’re joking.” Jungkook pointed out to you maybe to make you feel better, but it didn’t work.

“I do it every time though, I don’t really blame him for snapping I guess.”

“So are you going to tell him you only tease him because you like him?” Jimin’s voice sounded so casual about it but Jungkook choked on his drink as your mouth dropped open.

“How did you know?!” You leaned in to whisper yell at Jimin over a still strangling Jungkook.

Jimin smirked back at you.

“Jin hyung told me.”

“That bitch swore he wouldn’t tell.” You spoke with annoyance through clenched teeth.

“Ice. Ice- b-” Jungkook croaked out clutching his throat as he hacked relentlessly.

“Ice ice baby! That Vanilla Ice song!” Jimin shouted with a gasp and a grin.

“Jimin, he isn’t playing some kind of charades, he was choking to death!” You snapped now concerned, patting the poor maknae on the back.

“I was choking on ice and- none of you cared. Thank god ice melts.” He let out a cough in the middle of his panted out sentence.

“And we do now?”

“Jimin!” You were quick halfheartedly scold the laughing boy who now had you trying not to laugh as well as Jungkook looked at both of you with playful hurt eyes.

“Okay, I’m going to go apologize to Tae before he thinks we don’t care about him like we don’t Jungkook.” you teased as you stood and listened to Jungkook scoff, but you paid it no mind as you began to walk off.

“Tell him.” You heard a whisper along with Jimin’s unmistakable giggle. They couldn’t see you roll your eyes as a defense for the nervousness you actually felt as you approached Taehyung’s room.

Should you tell him?

It was a secret you had kept pent up for a while now, only entrusting telling big mouth Jin. But then again, you knew how Jin was, and you knew it might eventually get around to Taehyung himself.

But now, it seemed like you had hurt Tae pretty bad and you really didn’t know how else to explain your constant teasing. Maybe you should just tell him and if he doesn’t feel the same you should just accept it… and ruin an amazing friendship full of long nights talking about just about everything, honest and thoughtful advice and his warm comforting hugs.

No, you couldn’t.

You brought your fist up to knock on his closed bedroom door but pulled it away.

What if he yelled at you?

What if you had already ruined the friendship?

The door flew open quick revealing Taehyung standing in his pitch dark room, his body and somber expression only illuminated his by the lights in the hall way in which you were standing. You looked at him dumbfounded wondering how he knew you were just standing outside his door. It had opened so fast it was almost as if he had been waiting for you to come check up on him or apologize.

“Saw the shadow of your feet under the door.” He told you as if he could read your mind. His monotone voice matched the expression on his face making the guilt only swell within you.

“Tae, can we talk? I just want to apologize.” Your voice was gentle and unteasing or joking which even sounded strange to your ears. It still wasn’t enough to convey the remorse you felt not just for tonight, but all the times you teased him a little too much.

He stepped aside and tilted his head to the side as a gesture for you to come into his room. Once you did, the door was closed behind you, leaving you in total darkness.

“Tae?” You called wondering where he was in the room, you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face let alone where he was. You knew the layout of his room by now, but the dark disoriented you and made you question just how far things were. “Why don’t you turn on a light?

He let out a short chuckle from behind you, at least you knew his location now, but why was he behind you and chuckling when he was just sad moments ago.

“Bulb blew.” Was all he said before you felt heat on the back of your neck. Goosebumps raised on your skin in response and nervousness pumped through you as realized it was his breath. You swallowed hard.

Was he messing with you to get back at you for teasing him?

You decided to go ahead and get your apology out there.

“Taehyung I’m sorry for-”

“I know.” You felt his hands come to rest on your hips from behind you, your body went ridged and stiff under his unexpected touch.

“You didn’t think I was actually mad did you? A little jealous with how you were whispering and giggling with them, but I was just pretending to be mad. Am I a good actor?” On the last sentence you swore you felt his lips on your neck, but you were too distracted by his hands sliding up under your shirt to now come to a rest on your rib cage right under your bra line.

He was only pretending to be angry? How? Why? You wanted to try to ask, but when you made the attempt to speak it came out too jumbled.

“Why?” You could hear the smile in his voice “Because I wanted you in here, alone. Namjoon hyung told me Jin hyung said you liked me very much for some time now.”

You mentally cursed Jin for the second time tonight.

“And I’d be lying if I said I haven’t felt the same for a long time too.” His hands stayed planted where they where but his thumbs caressed over your skin. “So is it true? Do you want to be with me too?” His smoothness faltered for just a moment letting you catch a glimpse at how nervous he was asking this.

“It is.” Your voice came out small, but it was obvious you meant the words.

“I feel like I’ve waited so long to hear that, so long for you. My god there’s been so many times I’ve wanted to kiss you while just laying in my bed talking.” He admitted and you felt his warm breath ghost across your neck once more, pushing you to spill out what you wanted.

“Please do it.” The neediness in your voice surprised you, you wanted desperately to feel more from him than his hot breath on your neck and his hands still on your sides.

This time there was no mistaking the short but passionate kiss on your neck. You didn’t even realize you had needfully backed up into him until you felt his erection press against your lower back. Your mouth fell open a bit at the surprise and feeling of him against you.

He let out a short pant.

“You better believe I will, but I feel like I owe you payback for teaming up against me and teasing me all the time, so what do you say we play our own game, just us?” His whispering voice sounded so deep and smooth and your thoughts went to hearing it spew out the dirtiest things to you as he fucked you hard.

You thought he was sexy when he was just being his weird self or doing everyday things, but this side of Taehyung, this side of Taehyung set your body aflame with lust. Your panties were already slick with desire and he hadn’t really done a thing physically to you yet. Yet. You wondered if he was going to at all, he hadn’t even turned you around to face him and his hands kept you from turning around himself.

“What kind of game?” You wondered out loud timidly.

“Are they still out there?”

“Jimin and Jungkook? Yes, why?” You hoped them being just in the lounge didn’t stop whatever he was planning with you.

You felt his hot breath move to your hear before he whispered very, very quietly.

“The kind of game where you have to be quiet.”

Your uncontrollable intake of breath was only a fraction louder than his whisper.

“You stay quiet while I do all the the things I’ve ever dreamed of doing to you. If they hear you and catch on, you lose and I win.”

Your legs suddenly felt wobbly like rubber, you could now feel your dampness transferring it’s way to your thighs as you shifted legs to keep them from giving out on you at his words.

You didn’t even care what you’d win if you did, you both knew you probably weren’t going to given that you were such a loud, argumentative person.

“Want to play?”

“Oh god ye-” you couldn’t even finish your answer before he was turning you around and cutting you off with his lips plastering themselves to yours. One of your hands found the back of his soft hair in the dark as you kissed him back just as passionately. Your tongues tangled in a war in your mouths but that didn’t last long before the yanking off of each other’s shirts began.

“In your underwear, on the bed.” His whisper sounded rushed as if he just couldn’t wait anymore only turning you on more so to a level you thought was impossible.

Your eyes had just begun to adjust to the lack of light and you could make out the silhouette of the pretty and smooth features of his body, stripped down to the minimum as you were now doing rather quick and ungracefully. You continued to follow orders and climb into his bed and lay down as you watched his figure walk across the room to where his dresser was. It took no time for him to climb into the bed with you after hearing the drawers open and close. You swore he had brought something over from the drawer, but you never saw what he had done with it or what it was.

You made space for him to settle in a sitting position on his knees between your thighs. You had no idea what he was going to do, but you were sure he did, this was his game after all. So far it had been easy for you to keep quiet, even when he came down over you to make out once more.

You felt his still underwear clad erection twitch against your thigh as he let his mouth fall to your neck once again.

“Be very, very quiet.” He whispered into your ear and you nodded a silent response.

His fingers hooked around your bra straps on your shoulders and pulled them down before sliding the rest of your bra down your chest, not even bothering to take it off, just to expose your chest to him.

You heard him let out a short, shaky breath as he grabbed your breasts and gave them a gentle knead in his large hands. He released one but the freed nipple was soon taken in by his warm mouth.

You clamped your lips together to fight any noise of surprise or pleasure you might accidentally let out.

He nipped at your nipple slightly with his teeth, testing you, daring you to make a sound, but you didn’t even as he did the same to the other nipple only slightly harder.

He sat you up only to finally unhook your bra as he laid you back down and ducked his head to the side of yours again.

“Not cracking, huh? That’s okay, that was just easy mode.” He sat back up and leaned over to his bedside table. You heard the clinking of something rattling against what sounded like glass, but all you could look at was him and the massive erection blatantly apparent in his underwear.

It only occurred to you that he had plucked ice from his drink on the bedside table and had it in his mouth when you felt the cold chill of it mixed with his still hot breath on one of your nipples. You couldn’t help but let out a slight shiver at the sensation.

You nearly whimpered but you caught yourself and gripped your hands in his hair to keep yourself from crying out.

As he made your way slowly down your torso he would keep grabbing cubes of ice from the cup, leaving melted trail down your body. The freezing cubes never stayed in one place too long, occasionally he would pop it back in his mouth and warm you with his breath.

When he reached your belly button he dropped the ice cube from his mouth there and simply just left it making you squirm under the almost intolerable cold.

He began to touch you through your damp panties, he kept it going as he leaned down to whisper to you quietly once again.

“Fuck you’re so wet.” It was nearly a growl. You were squirming under the sting of the slowly melting ice and his touch.

“Please Tae I-” his free hand clapped over your mouth at once as he quickly shushed you. You swear you saw a smirk on the features on his face.

“We have to be quiet, we wouldn’t want the other two to know.” You were positive he was smirking now and you were also pretty sure he in fact did want the others to know. As always, you weren’t going to give him the pleasure of letting him win.

He took his hand from your mouth and headed back down your body to your panty line where he teased you with small kisses along it, distracting you from him tugging them down all together.

Your breathing hitched as you listened to the soft noise of them hitting the wood floor somewhere.

He went right for it diving into your slit with his still cool tongue as the water from the melted ice leaked down the sides of your stomach.

And that’s when you let out your first whimper.

He pulled his mouth from your pussy and came back up to your face. You wanted to groan in annoyance, let out a complaint of unfairness but you couldn’t and you knew it.

“I said stay quiet, didn’t I? I was about to give you what you wanted, but now… now you’re going to do something for me if you want to keep playing.”

You would do anything at this point to have his mouth back where it was. You nodded in agreement and he came so close to your ear his lips brushed against it as he spoke.

“You need something in your mouth to shut you up… so suck my cock.”

In a heart beat you had him switching positions with you, him now on his back and you yanking off his underwear wildly.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock and his hand held your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Right before you were about to sink your mouth down onto him, he used his grip on your hair to stop you.

“Be quiet” He reminded you, you nodded and carried on with wrapping your warm mouth around his leaking cock.

You were giving your best friend a pretty wild, sloppy blowjob but it didn’t effect you in the way you thought it would. There was no question regretting this tomorrow in the back of your mind, there was no weird feelings involved, it all just felt so right and so hot. As a matter of fact you’d consider this so far the hottest sex of your life and the real sex hadn’t even started yet.

Taehyung let out a deep and pleasured moan and you thought about shushing him like he had you until you figured these rules were only for you. His moans and groans only fuel your fire until you were bobbing your head rapidly while also trying to not let the lewd wet noises get too loud.

The moment you removed your hand that had been helping you work his shaft he forced your head down by the hair a bit too much causing you to gag. He tugged you off his cock all together.

“Too loud again.” He said as he sat up.

You felt his hand tug your chin down guiding your mouth open. You instinctively closed your mouth around his fingers once you felt them slip past your teeth and you sucked at them passionately.

“God you’re good at that.” He whispered to you with a lustful amusement as he dragged his spit coated fingers out from between your lips before pushing them back in again. You let out a little hum of content as you blew his fingers as if it were his cock again hoping to entice him to let you keep going on the real thing.

“Fuck you’re such a whore for me, you have been waiting just as long as I have, haven’t you?”

You let out yet another hum from around his fingers. He pulled them out once again letting his spit covered fingers drag down your chin.

“I said be quiet.”

“Why don’t you shut me up then?” You bravely spoke knowing damn well you weren’t suppose to.

“Maybe I will.” He placed a quick kiss on your lips before tugging at your chin for you to open up your mouth.

Something dry was stuffed into your mouth, it felt like some sort of smooth fabric on your tongue, absorbing all the moisture in your mouth.

You immediately regretted your decision of talking.

“Don’t you dare take it out. We can’t have you in here screaming while I’m fucking you with them just right in the other room.” With his hands on your shoulders he gently pushed you back to laying on the bed. You watched him sitting up on his knees still between your legs stroking himself, teasing you. With your eyes now fully adjusted you could make out every inch of him.

“This isn’t the way I want you, do you want it hard?” He asked and you rapidly nodded with overflowing anticipation.

“On all fours then.”

You did exactly what you were told as fast as you could. You’d imagined it just like this too countless times, and now it was all coming true, it was about to happen.

You bit around the excess fabric that hung out of your mouth as he pressed the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed into you while letting out a quiet, breathy hum of a moan.

Your head dropped at the feeling of him filling you up entirely, still concentrating on not making a sound.

His hands gripped your hips hard to push and pull them down onto him, faster and faster. His sheets balled in your fists as you fought even a whimper against the wild pleasure inducing slamming of your hips together. He was using you to fuck himself and you couldn’t even moan his name.

The carnal smacking of skin was loud as he made sure to fuck into you hard with each thrust. Your arms wobbled as they feebly tried to hold up your upper body, you were already so close your body was ready to give in in such a short time.

“You look so pretty like this.” You heard him whisper over the lewd noises, not even caring how much he made. His hand went to the curve of your ass before running it up your spine to your hair which he grabbed a fist full of.

“Is this how you imagined me taking you? You teased me and made me wait so long so this is what you get. I don’t hear you teasing me now and calling me a baby.” His voice was rough as he grunted, doing away with the whispering away now.

There was nothing you could do to stop the muffled moan from escaping you from the sounds of his moans, pants, voice and his hard cock slamming hard and deep into all the right places.

He stopped everything upon hearing the noise you had just made. You thought he was about to do something to punish you for it or tell you to be quiet again, but he simply just pulled out and rolled you over.

“Fuck it.” He muttered as he pulled the material out of your mouth you now recognized as a silk tie, it was thrown to the side before he pushed back into you.

“Talk to me, baby.” Now as he thrust, his body pressed and moved against yours creating the friction on your clit you needed.

“Fuck Taehyung.” You moaned with hands roaming his once off limits body. You wanted to feel it all, every piece of him you had ever thought of touching before.

Your lips mindlessly kissed and sucked at his neck hungrily as the speed of his hips didn’t let up.

You felt yourself begin to clench around him tightly as your nails dug into the sweat laden skin of his back.

You couldn’t fight the volume of his name leaving your lips in a bliss-filled chant. He sloppily kissed at your mouth feeding you his own moans and grunts.

“Again, again. Keep going for me.”

You had just come down from your high and he was begging you for more.

Anything you said now came out in a fucked out pleading, muttering, half moaning mess.

He was the hottest thing you had ever seen on top of you like this, sweating to pleasure the both of you while making such raw noises.

It didn’t take long at all for you to reach your second wave of pleasure.

“Fuc- god yes- come around me while I come.” His jaw was visibility tensed and you could hear it in his voice that he couldn’t stop himself anymore.

You felt him release into you at the peak of your orgasm, cursing and moaning together in sweaty messes.

His hips stuttered to a stop as you both were left panting.

You looked up at him with a smile that he returned while looking back down at you.

“God I’m so glad that finally happened.” You let him know you had zero regrets. For some reason he seemed surprised.

“You still feel the same too?”

“Of course I do.” You let out a little laugh. He rolled off of you and now looked down at you from next to you with his elbow on the bed and his head propped in his hand. You couldn’t help but let your hand come up to run through his hair not minding at all the sweat that chunked some strands together.

“So then you want to be with me? Together?” His nervousness came through again.

“I do.” You answered softly “as long as I still get to stay up all night talking to you, and you share food with me and-”

Unexpected pounding at the door made you jump slightly.

“Yeah?” Taehyung called to whomever was on the other side.

“If you two are done having very loud and very obvious sex then do you think we could finish this game?” Jungkook asked you both.

You felt your face flush with the heat of embarrassment, you had nearly forgotten about them out there.

“We don’t need to, I already won game night.” He smirked down at you as he called to them. You heard Jimin giggle from the other side of the door where he obviously was with Jungkook.

“Okay guys, see you in the morning?” It was a question from Jungkook and you knew it was aimed at you. Taehyung looked at you as if asking you if you would.

“See you in the morning, guys.” You replied making a boxy, happy grin erupt on your newly christened boyfriend’s face.

“The hyungs are going to love this.” You heard one of the two boys mutter as they walked away from the door outside.

“I think we actually both won game night, not just you.” You smiled.

Taehyung laughed but agreed as he wrapped your bare body in his arms and pulled it closer to his.

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