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bowlofsoob · 4 months

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ACCIDENTALLY TEXTING YOUR EX BFF

choi soobin x gender neutral reader

where you and soobin were once close friends until he confessed a year ago and you rejected him because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship. after that he asked for some space and you guys haven’t spoken since. one late night you wallow in your pity and reread your old texts and accidentally send one.

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Truth was you didn’t have a meeting with any advisor, but you’d been up all night going through every scenario on how today would go. And most of them ended with Soobin hating your guts forever, so you made up a lie to delay seeing him.

The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia as you made your way towards the cafe, the bell chiming and notifying your arrival. You immediately spotted a head of blonde hair in the corner booth, where Soobin was waiting for you. He was dumping way too many packets of sugar into his coffee and looked just as you remembered. Like home.

It had been a year since the both of you last spoke, a long twelve months filled with the echoes of a friendship. You, fueled by a sense of longing and the accidental press of a send button, had reignited a conversation that had been put on hold for far too long.

As you made your way towards him the atmosphere tightened as you started to feel the weight of unspoken words brewing inside you.

Soobin looked up at the sound of your footsteps and mustered a hesitant smile, a mixture of relief and uncertainty dancing in his eyes as you sat across from him.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice a careful blend of warmth and reservation. You had almost forgotten what he sounded like.

“Hi,” you said, returning the greeting as a nervous smile played on your lips. A sense of awkwardness hung between you two, an unspoken acknowledgement of your last conversation a year ago.

Soobin pushed a cup towards you, steam rising up from it as he placed some creamer beside it.

“I ordered for you, you still like it the same way right?” he asked.

“Yeah, you remembered,” you comment, looking up at him as you take a sip.

“How could I forget?” he laughed. A laugh you could recognize anywhere.

“It’s been a while,” you start, awkwardness still lingering between you both.

Soobin took a sip of his drink, his hands too big for the cup as he broke the silence.

“Yeah, it has,” he spoke, memories of a year ago still weighing on him. It was like a barrier that the both of you wanted to dismantle.

“You know, I’ve missed you,” you admitted, finally meeting Soobin’s eyes. The vulnerability laced in your voice was palpable, yearning for a connection that once was.

Soobin’s expression softened, a flicker of emotion crossing his face. He hesitated before nodding, “I’ve missed you too.”

There was a weight of unspoken words hanging between them and you could sense Soobin’s guarded heart, a reflection of the hurt you caused him a year ago.

After a few more awkward glances you finally navigated the delicate dance of a conversation with someone who once confessed their love to you.

Soobin told you about Yeonjun’s crush on Beomgyu and how he called it months ago. He showed you new photos of his pet hedgehog and how he shit in Yeonjun’s room. You learned about all the gossip he’s heard from the semester and the professors he’s grown to hate. As you both chatted about the past year you couldn’t shake the desire to address the lingering emotions. You knew Soobin wasn’t going to bring it up, leaving you guys standing at the edge of a confession that neither was brave enough to voice.

Soobin feels it too, the precipice you both are on.

He wants to jump.

“Bin, there’s something I want…no. I need to say,” you confess, earnest.

Soobin looked up from where he was in the middle of showing you photos from his summer trip, curiosity and caution wavering in his eyes.

“What is it?” he asked, shutting off his phone.

You forced yourself to take a deep breath and continued, “Back then, when you confessed your feelings, I was scared. Scared of losing our friendship if things didn’t work out. But over this year, I’ve realized I miss more than just our friendship.”

Soobin’s gaze on you intensified as he searched for the unsaid words.

“I missed you…because I have feelings for you too,” you confess, “Back then and I still do.”

Soobin’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and relief washing over his face as he set his mug down.

“Yn, I…,” Soobin swallowed, a hint of nervousness stopping him, “I never stopped liking you,” he admitted, his tone sincere. “And I wouldn’t let our feelings ruin what we have, I value our friendship too much to let it be overshadowed by my feelings. If you’re still willing, maybe we could figure this out together.”

As the weight of the confessions hung in the air you found yourself at a loss for words and could only dumbly nod back at him.

“I'd like that,” you managed to say.

Soobin’s gaze softened, a hint of remorse in his eyes. “Yn, I want to add something,” he begins, voice tinged with shame, “I’m sorry for asking for space and leaving you for a year. I regretted it everyday and it wasn’t fair to you, I could’ve dealt with it better.”

You met Soobin’s nervous gaze, the air heavy with unspoken forgiveness.

“I understand,” you reply, “How could I not? We both could’ve done better but let’s just move forward.”

“I'd like that,” Soobin smiled, “Can I sit next to you?”

You scoot over and let Soobin join you on your side of the booth. His body was pressed against yours in the small booth as he kept sending you glances. You were still in a state of disbelief as to how things worked out, fully expecting Soobin to laugh in your face at your confession.

Instead here he was, cheeks turning pink everytime you guys brushed shoulders.

“I know we’re in public but…I really wanna kiss you,” Soobin whispers, turning towards you.

“I’ve been wanting to for a whole year,” you whisper back.

Soobin holds back a smile and fails. He cradles your head, his hands swallowing you whole, and leans in to give you just a peck.

“Not enough?” he asks coyly as you pout.

Soobin surges towards you again, this time licking your mouth open and tasting your coffee flavored breath. You’re both the same amount of desperate and assertive, a year’s worth of lust fueled into one kiss.

Soobin catches your bottom lip between his teeth and swells them prettier.

He feels like home.

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httpknjoon · 28 days

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(re)starting over again | kth; 14

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

words | 4.9K+

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | taehyung x reader, hoseok x reader

note | *cue that tiktok sound* okay, guys. we're back. did you miss us? hi! I'm back with my monthly update 💀 I already outlined everything. there are six chapters left in this series (not including the drabbles). thank you so much for patiently staying around. i appreciate y'all a lot. let me know your thoughts, enjoy reading!

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When did texting someone become so hard?

It has been exactly three days since Taehyung got to talk to you again. He offered to drive you home after your date failed to show up. You said yes. You two had a friendly conversation in his car. Like you were old friends, which you were. But were you? It’s complicated. For the first time in years, he heard your laugh and saw you smile just like in the photos he saw when cleaning up at your shared house. He remembered you waving at him with a soft smile on your lips before getting into your apartment building.

You also said you never changed your number and you would reach out. But he wants to update you about the small celebration the bakery will have later next week. He tried typing something but later erased it before he could even finish the first word. He doesn’t know what to type or how to begin a conversation. So he just typed a single character and hit the send button.

It was past six in the evening. You were already in your PJs after a long day at work. Treating yourself with dumplings and beef fried rice from the nearest Chinese restaurant in your area, you let yourself indulge while your favorite sitcom plays on your TV screen.

“You’re not easy-going, but you’re passionate, and that’s good. And when you get upset about the little things, I think that I’m pretty good about making you feel better about that. And that’s good too. So, they can say that you’re high maintenance, but it’s okay because I like…maintaining you.”

You found yourself pursing your lips when your favorite character said that line. It was one of the quotes that stays in the back of your head almost every time. You were about to reach for the remote control to play it back again. But your phone, which you set into silent mode an hour ago, vibrated. Your eyebrows shoot up as you read who sent you a message.

From Jung Hoseok

Hi, YN. I really regret missing our date last time. Would you be willing to give me another chance with a cup of coffee this Friday? I know a great cafe around the city 🙂

The day after he failed to show up at the restaurant, you woke up to a text message from Hoseok apologizing again. You reassured him that you understood and he promised to make it up to you. You didn’t really expect anything from that and thought that he would just pass by like your past dates that Martha set up. So seeing him reaching out again was unexpected.

You smiled as you typed a reply.

To Jung Hoseok

Will there be tea? I don’t drink coffee.

You see those three dots immediately popping in, indicating that he’s typing. So you quickly typed in a follow-up message.

To Jung Hoseok

Just kidding! I’m okay with Friday. Around 5 PM?

He was quick to reply,

From Jung Hoseok

Okay. Should I pick you up?

You thought you would just feel pressured if he picked you up at your home. So you just offered an alternative.

To Jung Hoseok

We can just meet there :) Just send me the cafe’s location.

From Jung Hoseok

[location pin]

To Jung Hoseok

Thank you! See you this Friday then.

From Jung Hoseok

See you, YN!

That’s a date for Friday, which is a few days from now. Even though he reached out again, you thought of keeping your expectations low. Because it helps avoid disappointment. You probably learned after your last dates with those guys you met before.

You continued playing the episode you were watching. Not even five minutes later, your phone vibrated again. You thought Hoseok forgot something. But immediately after reading the contact name, you froze staring at your screen.

From Aaa Love

👋

Of course, you quickly recognized who it was. Suddenly, you felt a sense of nostalgia in your head after seeing that name for a long time. Years after keeping this contact hidden on your list, you totally forgot that you never changed his contact name even after the accident. You cannot even remember when you hid his name in your list. Maybe it was one of those nights you were drunk with friends and made some decisions.

Before replying, you renamed the contact.

To Kim Taehyung

Hi, Tae 🙂

While waiting for his reply, you recalled that night. You remembered feeling good entering your apartment even though your date didn’t show up. When Jisoo asked you how it went through a video chat, you said that the date didn’t happen.

“Then, why do you look happy?” she asked that time.

That’s when you snapped out of your daze, “D-Do I?”

“Yeah, you’ve been smiling ever since we got on this call.”

“Oh…” your lips formed a thin line before speaking again. “I… I saw an old friend in the same restaurant.”

The last time you and Jisoo really talked about Taehyung was still the time she showed up unexpectedly after her wedding. You cried, she cried.

“Really? Who?”

“Taehyung.”

You wait for her reaction and you gradually see her eyes widen.

“What? What is he doing there? Did you talk?” she asked with surprise in her tone.

“Apparently, he’s doing some business here. And yes, we talked. He offered to drive me home.” you shared.

“And?”

“It was nice.”

Your simple and short answer had Jisoo simply staring at you through the screen. It was like she was studying you. You knew she had a lot to say in her head based on her quiet reaction. But then, she just said,

“Okay.”

From Kim Taehyung

Hello, YN. Just making sure I have the right number here haha

Taehyung finally replied. You let the episode play in the background as you tap on your screen,

To Kim Taehyung

I told you I didn’t change it!

From Kim Taehyung

I know, I’m sorry hehe

Just by the text, you can imagine him awkwardly laughing as he says that. Before you can reply, another text popped in.

From Kim Taehyung

Btw the celebration will be in the bakeshop. Next Saturday, 2 PM.

From Kim Taehyung

It’s a late lunch event with friends and family. We’re hoping you can come 😊

Reading that, a smile formed on your lips. With you working at school, you are usually free on weekends.

To Kim Taehyung

Will do!

“Can you put dinosaurs in it?”

“Of course, bud. Anything you like.”

Taehyung softly ruffled Jihoon’s hair, who remained focused on coloring his activity book. The little kid’s birthday is coming up soon and the preparations for it had begun. Since Jimin would be the one making the multi-layered birthday Jurassic-themed cake, Taehyung offered to make the cupcakes.

A couple of toys, specifically, dinosaurs, are all over the table that Jihoon and Taehyung occupy. And ever since he arrived at the shop this morning, the kid kept talking about his favorite animal. Being the best uncle that he is, Taehyung listens while being quietly amazed by how much Jihoon knows about dinosaurs.

“Ashley just sent a copy of the contract in our e-mail earlier. She wants us to review it first before finalizing.” Jimin spoke while placing an apple juice box on the table.

Jihoon scoots a little to accommodate his father sitting next to him. He stayed busy with his crayons.

“Have you read it?” Jimin asked.

Taehyung shakes his head, “I haven’t. I think I left my phone on silent while doing those lemon tarts.”

“Well, I think you should read it. They put something they probably forgot to mention before.” his friend noted.

His eyebrows draw together before reaching for his phone. Taehyung immediately clicked on the file sent to him from Ashley. He carefully read word by word written in the document. He thought everything was already mentioned in their online meeting days after he went to Incheon. Until he read one of the sections of the contract.

Staffing Arrangements

The bakery agrees to temporarily assign one of its capable bakers to work at the restaurant in Incheon for four weeks, beginning on the first day of offering the pastries on the menu of the restaurant. During this time, the assigned baker will head pastry production, equip training for restaurant staff, and guarantee regular quality control. The restaurant agrees to cover the entrusted baker's salary, expenses, and even housing if demanded.

After pausing for a few seconds, Taehyung scanned his eyes all over that part again. Just to make sure he understood it right. He looked back up to Jimin, who had his arms crossed over his chest while waiting for a reaction from him.

“So?”

“This means one of us had to stay here while the other had to manage around in Incheon.”

September is usually dry and warmer in Incheon.

After living in this part of the country for around two years now, you already got better at predicting the weather and climate. But today, your predictions were proven wrong when you had to stay under a waiting shed while the harsh raindrops poured continuously. You were too confident that you left your umbrella at home.

4:12 PM

You looked down at your phone. It has been almost thirty minutes since you stood in this shed, waiting for your usual bus to arrive. But you don’t know why there have only been two buses that passed by. You were unable to get on any of those since both were packed, considering the unexpected rainfall. You tried booking a cab but there’s nothing around your area at the moment. Your friend, Aileen already left earlier with her husband while Martha offered to drive you home but you live almost twenty minutes away from her. So, you kindly rejected her offer. Again, you were too confident that you would be able to ride the bus quickly.

Puffing your cheeks, you began dialing someone’s number. He answered after the second ring.

“Hey, Hoseok…” you greeted.

He was quick to reply, “Hi, are you on your way? I’m driving to the cafe.”

“Yeah, uhm, I’m kinda running late for our date tonight.” you chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, it’s okay. Everything alright?”

“Haha, yeah. Just waiting for a bus to stop by here the school. It’s raining like crazy today.” you mentioned.

“Yeah, it is… you know, I can pick you up if you want to.” he offered.

Your eyebrows lifted, “Really?”

“Of course, YN.”

“Okay, thank you so much!” you smiled, finally.

“No worries. I’m on my way.”

“Okay, take care,” you said before ending the call.

With your plans of getting ready pre-date at your home canceled, you sat on one of the benches in the shed and touched up yourself quickly. You reapplied your lipstick with your front camera as your mirror. You ran your hand through the stubborn flyaways of your hair before tying it into the easiest half-up, half-down hairstyle you know. You’re still in your usual work clothes, a statement T-shirt (with a friendly and maybe corny quote written on it and jeans. Originally, you would wear something cuter. But this one will do. Even though the cool breeze makes you wish you wore something warmer too.

And less than five minutes later, a black Audi stops right in front of the stop. Your legs bounced restlessly. The windows were tinted dark so you cannot really see who’s inside. But the door on the other side of the car opened and there, you recognized the man from the pictures on Martha’s phone. Almost like sunshine, his smile as he made his way to you made you smile too. Your fidgeting legs had already calmed down as he stopped in front of you.

“YN?” He asked since this was the first time you two really saw each other.

You nodded, “Hi. You’re Hoseok, right?”

Although you were at ease with his arrival, there was still an awkward tension between you two. But it tones down when you two chuckled.

“Yes, nice to meet you.” he smiled again. He quickly noticed you hugging yourself. “It’s cold. How about let’s get you inside?”

“Sounds good.” you agreed.

Joining him under his transparent umbrella, your shoulders brushed against each other, and you could feel his warmth beside you. He opened the car door for you while ensuring no raindrop would touch your skin. You mumbled a small ‘thank you’ when you finally got to sit inside. You watched as he made his way back to the driver’s side of the car.

“Are you okay? Everything’s fine?” he asked immediately.

“Yeah, thank you again for picking me up,” you replied.

“You’re welcome,” he replied before reaching for something from the backseat.

Your eyes widened when you saw what it was. It was like your eyes sparkled as he handed you the small bouquet of yellow tulips, tied with a matching gold ribbon.

“I’m really sorry for missing our date last time.” he apologized, watching you appreciate the flowers.

It has been so long since you received flowers. You cannot even remember when was the last time. So you cannot help but feel this funny feeling in your stomach while you look at the flowers. Especially since yellow tulips are your favorite.

“You didn’t have to. I understand why,” you spoke, tilting your head in his direction. Your voice was small and soft.

“Still, you waited for me alone in that restaurant. I cancelled last minute… Do you love it?”

“Of course, I love yellow tulips!” you exclaimed before taking in its subtle scent.

“I’m glad. I may or may not have asked Martha for help with those.” he chuckled.

Hoseok began driving while you find it more comfortable being around him. He has this infectious smile that brings more warmth in this rainy weather. It probably helps when he’s with patients.

“How long have you been waiting there?” he asked, starting up a conversation.

“Oh, you know, like half an hour.” you sneered at yourself. You hear him gasp. You chuckled, “To be fair, it is a rainy day. I can usually find a ride easily. I just didn’t expect that it would rain today.”

“It’s usually sunny at this time of the year,” he noted.

“It is. I was already waiting for the bus when the rain poured,” you told him.

“I thought you and Martha usually go home together?” he asked, looking from the road to you for a quick second.

“Sometimes. But I feel bad for making her drive past her house for like twenty minutes,” you revealed.

You tried offering to pay for her gas but she declined. Although she constantly assured you that it’s fine, you feel like an inconvenience, especially after a busy day at work. You are very aware it’s a you problem. But it’s just the way it is.

You shifted in your seat, “How about you? Did you have work today?”

He nods, “Ah, yes. I got off my shift earlier this day. Then went home to see my dog before dropping her off at my sister’s.”

“Oh, you have a dog?”

“Yeah, a senior dog but Mickey’s still the family’s baby.” he chuckled. “We take turns with her. Some days, she’s with me. Or my sister’s or my parents’.”

“So, you’re originally from here in Incheon?” you asked, curious when he mentioned his family.

He shakes his head, “No, we moved here when I was in high school. I left during college. Then, came back when I began working. I like staying close to my family. And you?”

“No, I moved here from Seoul two years ago.” you shared.

“And what about your family? They stayed there?” he asked.

“Nope, I’m an only child. My parents died years ago– Please, don’t say you’re sorry. It’s fine, it’s been so long.” you chuckled when you saw how his expression changed. “But I do have my Aunty Belle. She’s around the city too. She looked after me until I left to study in SNU.”

“You went to SNU too?” Hoseok exclaimed.

You beamed, “Yes– Wait, we’re here?”

He laughed, “Yeah.”

Distracted, you didn’t notice the car arriving in front of the cafe Hoseok talked about. He told you to wait for him, leaving the car with the umbrella. He opened the car door for you and helped you with the umbrella. He does the same thing when opening the cafe’s front door for you. And when a bell clangs when the door opens, you get reminded of your favorite bakeshop back in Seoul.

“I’ll be having iced americano and a slice of carrot cake. How ‘bout you?” Hoseok turned to you as you two stood in front of the staff.

“I’ll have green tea and banana muffins,” you answered.

After ordering, you two sat on one of the empty pearly white tables and chairs near the glass window while waiting. It was a well-lit place. It has a minimalist and clean aesthetic. Hoseok sat across you, tapping his fingers along to the music playing in the background.

“So, what made you agree to do this blind date?” you asked him.

“Well, I’ve been single for the last three months and I never really tried blind dating before so I said yes when Martha told me about you,” he answered.

“Well, I hope she said nice things.” you two chuckled.

“Don't worry, she did.” He assured you. “How about you?”

“Martha had been setting me up for blind dates these past few months because I’ve been single ever since I came here in Incheon. The last dates I went to were unsuccessful so she promised that this one was gonna be great. So I agreed for the last time.” you told him.

“And so far, how is this one going?” he asked cheekily.

You pretended to think for a second, humming as you rubbed your chin. He laughed.

“It’s going great. You get plus points for my favorite flowers.” you smiled.

“Even though I didn't show up last time?”

He seemed really apologetic about that. He brought it up again for the nth time even though you already told him countless times that it’s okay.

You puffed, “Hoseok, it's fine. I really do understand. I used to work at a hospital, things can get a little spontaneous. No worries about it.”

A staff member came with your orders. She carefully placed your drinks and food on your table. You can feel your shoulders relaxing as you feel the warmth of the tea on your tongue when you take a sip from the cup.

“How was it?”

You smiled, “Nice. Perfect for a rainy day. How did you find this place? I don't think I ever reached this part of the city.”

“This is the only open cafe I see whenever I get off from my shift very late at night. I love their coffee here.”

You nodded while taking a bite from the banana muffin you ordered. And you quickly recognized its difference from your usual banana muffin. You look at Hoseok who's enjoying his cake.

“How was it?” he asked, pointing his fork at your muffins.

“This feels a little dry and the texture’s a bit rough,” you whispered, not really wanting the nice lady at the cashier to hear you.

You don't want to be critical. But you just got used to having a soft and fluffy banana muffin or even bread with the right amount of sweetness in it.

He leaned a bit forward, mirroring you, “Really?”

“Yeah, seems like it had a lot of flour,” you added before offering him one of the muffins.

You watched him take a bite and chew on it. After gulping it down, you wait for his opinion.

“It is dry.” he nods before putting the muffin down. “You seem to know a lot about bread. Do you bake?”

No, but I know someone who put his heart out and is a perfectionist in baking.

Instead of saying that, you shake your head.

“Oh, no. But I do love a lot of bread and pastries. I just know friends who bake back in Seoul.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. We probably didn't get to discuss that in the meeting we had.”

Taehyung, along with Jimin, sat at the same table since that morning. Jihoon’s mom already picked him up earlier and the shop was already sold out by 5 PM so they closed early. Now, they are just having a call with Ashley about the contract.

“So, it means that based here on the contract, you want one of us to stay there in Incheon to oversee the pastries.” Jimin clarified.

“Yes, we just want to make sure that the quality of the products will be the same as what you have there in Seoul. Also, we thought that it might be better for our crew members to personally learn about it from the baker himself.” Ashley explained through the call set in loudspeaker mode.

Jimin looked at Taehyung who nods with that. This time, Taehyung has a question.

“You said that there would be a salary?”

“Yes. There would be a separate salary for the baker who will be staying here with us for four weeks. And since traveling from Seoul to Incheon can be a hassle, if you want to, we can also provide temporary accommodation with complete furniture. My husband runs a condominium business here so the accommodation would be on one of his buildings.”

Both of the men’s jaws dropped with that information. Their eyes were wide as they met each other's gaze. They definitely didn't expect that information from her. They were unaware of how rich she was. They just know that she runs a great restaurant in Incheon.

Jimin cleared his dry throat, “Okay, thank you for clarifying it. But we hope you can still wait before we sign the contract since me and my friend still have to talk about it.”

“Sure, of course. Just reach out to us whatever your decision is.”

“Thank you. Have a great night.”

As soon as Jimin ended the call, the two exchanged looks.

“So?” Taehyung began.

Jimin shakes his head, “I can't. Jihoon just began going to school. You know what my co-parenting arrangements with his mom are.”

Taehyung nods. After learning about Jihoon’s existence, Jimin wanted to make up for those years he missed. He was hands-on in everything that his son takes part in. He is also helping Jihoon’s mom in looking after him since she is currently working in a nine-to-five job.

“It's fine with me. I went on vacation there once. It's nice there. Plus, we can split the salary.” He commented.

And he didn't really have any obligations here in Seoul. Unlike his best friend. It would be easier and better if he went. Jimin can manage the shop while taking care of Jihoon. Taehyung is flexible in working everywhere.

“It would also be nice to stay in a new place.”

“No, but the living finances in Seoul are really more expensive than here.”

You don't sure how long has it been since you and Hoseok arrived here in the cafe. You already finished your tea while the ice on his drink has already melted. The only muffin left was half-eaten. The plate of his carrot cake was already on your after he let you finish it when he noticed that you liked it after giving you a taste.

“It is. That's also another reason why I came back here.” Hoseok exclaimed. “I can't stand living with another careless roommate again.”

You laughed when he referenced his bad roommate experience he told you earlier. Hoseok has been funny and nice ever since he picked you up today. He talked about Mickey, his life back in Seoul, and a little bit about his family.

“But you said you stayed in Seoul after graduating, right?” he recalled.

“Yes, I did.”

“How? Did you live alone?”

“At first, I became roommates with my best friend there, who’s also a nurse. That lasted for a couple of years... Then, I moved in with the guy I was dating at the time.” You told him.

“Like in his apartment?”

You shake your head, “We bought a house.”

His jaw dropped, “You bought a house? In Seoul?!”

“Yeah, we did some research and saved up for it starting from our first anniversary. Apparently, foreclosed properties are cheap there.” You shared it like a fact.

Taehyung was the first one to bring up the idea of living together a few weeks before your anniversary. After talking about it, you two did some research and went to a lot of open houses. Then, you found out about foreclosed properties. Taehyung and you looked in about four foreclosed houses before landing on the one you called home.

“What happened to the house after you broke up?” He asked.

You purse your lips, “He's living in it. But we agreed to talk about it soon.”

How soon is soon though?

“So it was a good breakup?”

“Yeah. I guess so.”

The last sentence was almost a whisper by the end. You cleared your throat as if something was stuck in it. It was your turn to ask.

“How about you? How was your last relationship?”

Hoseok leaned back on his chair, crossing his arm over his chest, “It was great for the most part. We’ve been together for only one year. I actually proposed to her.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together, “Really? What happened?”

“We had a lot of misunderstandings in the last months of our relationship. It can be about everything. But mostly, she gets mad whenever I have an emergency in the hospital and I understand that. So one day, we harshly broke up during a fight before I left for work.”

“So it's a bad breakup?”

“Yeah, a bit bitter.” He sneered. “But at least I don't share any property with her.”

It was a teasing remark to lighten up the mood. You grimaced and rolled your eyes. He laughed.

“The lady was too kind to ask us to go,” you said as Hoseok drove.

The moment you and Hoseok realized that the rain had stopped and the sky was already dark, you two got up and left. Hoseok insisted on paying, even playfully threatening to throw your wallet away if you ever pulled it out of your pocket.

“I’m sure she doesn't mind. She gave us free cupcakes.” He replied, pointing to the box resting on your lap.

“Are you sure you don't want to take this?” you asked because he handed you the box as soon as the lady gave it.

“Yeah, just update me with your review about it. I'm interested to hear more about your thoughts.”

You bit your lip from hearing that, “Okay.”

After a few minutes of listening (and singing along) to songs that played in his stereo, you arrived in front of your building. Of course, Hoseok opened your door for you. He helped you with the bag you brought to school so you could carry the flowers and cupcakes.

“Should I help you to your apartment?” He asked while you slid your bag into your arm, struggling.

You gave up, letting him take your bag and the cupcakes, “Okay. Come in.”

You opened the door to your building and led the way to the stairs. He assured you that he was okay as you kept on looking back at him. And when you unlocked your apartment, you turned around.

"Do you want to go inside? Water, juice, or anything to drink?” You offered before putting the things on the counter near your door.

He smiled, “It's fine, I can't stay for too long. My next shift is at nine. I just want to make sure you'll make it to your door without dropping any of those.”

You looked down at your watch, “Oh my god. It’s already past eight. You should go! I should've taken a cab.”

“YN, it's okay! It's still early.” he chuckled. “Plus, I had a really great time talking with you.”

Your stomach flutters, looking at him. You noticed the same smile you saw earlier.

“I hope this isn't the last time we'll go out.”

You nodded, “Of course. Martha did it right this time.”

“How about next weekend? Sunday?” he asked.

“Sure, I’ll be back from Seoul by then.”

His eyebrows raised, “Really? I’m going to be in Seoul for a conference on Saturday. When are you coming there?”

“The same day! I’m going to visit some friends.”

“Maybe we can go there in Seoul together? So you don't have to commute.” He offered.

“That sounds good!” You agreed before looking down at your watch again. “But I think you should go now. I know you still have to do stuff before going to work.”

“Okay. Let's just talk about it later.”

“Okay. Thank you for the flowers and everything, Hoseok,” you state before leaning in to give a quick kiss on his cheek.

He smiles, “You're welcome, YN. Tonight was great.”

“Text me when you make it to the hospital. Drive safely! Good night.” You said as he walked back.

“Good night, YN.” He waved before walking down the stairs.

You closed the door to your apartment before leaning your back on it, looking at the yellow tulips on the counter.

What a lovely night.

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 2 months

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The Odds

Your day had been filled with meetings between attorneys and paperwork that you had been procrastinating on, so definitely hectic to say the least. It was getting slowly getting colder as the clouds rolled in and you only needed to finish your rough draft on the settlement you were planning on proposing to the opposing attorney before you could spend some much needed time with your boyfriend.

Jethro’s day wasn’t any less busier with his investigative work and uncooperative witness’ but you both had agreed to at least meet for a little while at your local cafe by lunch. You took the initiative of ordering two coffees as you waited, knowing Jethro wouldn’t have a problem with it.

You hadn’t been sipping on your coffee for more than a minute before your eyes caught someone starring. He was sitting at a nearby booth, well dressed in a suit, perfectly combed hair and shot you what he probably thought was a flirty smile. You just smiled at his attempt and rolled your eyes before picking up a menu and looking through it. It was not like Jethro to be late to your dates, or anything for that matter which means he was either in danger or had his head so deep in a project, he forgot to use his phone.

As you pulled your phone out to give him a ring, the suited gentleman from before took a seat across from you.

“Sorry. I just couldn’t watch from afar any longer. Waiting for someone?” he gestured to Jethro’s coffee. Normally you would’ve shoo’ed off someone trying to flirt with you but Jethro hadn’t shown up yet and it would be a fun scene to watch once him scared the shit out of his subordinate. Yes, you knew the famous Special Agent Tony Dinozzo. Only because you remember seeing a group photo in Jethros house and he explained that they were his team. He told you about DiNozzo’s flirtatious behavior but what were the odds?

“Yes. He hasn’t shown yet.”

“Well he just doesn’t know what he’s missing,” he answered with a sly smile, reminiscent of a fox trying to convince the little rabbit that he wouldn’t eat them.

“So you a pancake and coffee type of gal or eggs over easy with a side of fruit?” he inquired, taking a seat.

You didn’t get a chance to continue the small talk before your phone rang, lighting up the screen and your favorite picture of Jethro popping up. You had secretly taken the photo while he was concentrated on working on the boat. You knew DiNozzo saw your screen as well and visibly stiffened as you answered.

“Hey hun. Almost thought you were gonna stand me up,” you joked.

“Why am I looking at Agent DiNozzo in my seat?” he asked, slight irritation in his voice. You looked over towards the front of the diner and spotted him standing there, frown evident on his face. You smiled and gave him a wave before hanging up.

DiNozzo looked over his shoulder as Jethro made his way over, immediately getting up and smoothing his suit over and laughing nervously.

“You know Agent Gibbs,” he stated more than asked and you just nodded, small smile on your lips.

“I do Agent DiNozzo.”

His eyes got wide as he put together the fact that you already knew who he was and went to say something but Jethro interrupted him.

“What are you doing here DiNozzo?”

“Uh, nothing boss. Just saw her sitting here by herself for a while, thought I’d just make some small talk-

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Jethro advised, giving his agent an out.

“Yes, definitely. I think McGee is actually calling me.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle silently at the situation before you as DiNozzo practically ran off and Jethro leaned down to give you a greeting kiss on the cheek before taking his rightful place across from you.

“He’s right ya know. I was sitting here for quite a while.”

He gave you a look and took a sip of his probably now luke warm coffee.

“There was traffic. And I wasn’t expecting you to find someone else to have breakfast with.”

The way he almost pouted had you falling in love with him all over again. The way he looked at you with his head cocked a little to the side, playful almost, gave you butterflies every time.

“I missed you,” you told him, reaching for his hand and he intertwined his fingers with yours as the waitress came over with a hot pot.

“The usual pancakes for the lady and another coffee for you?” she presumed, looking to Jethro. He confirmed it with a nod and she topped off both of your coffees before leaving.

“You know I was bound to run into one of your agents since we meet here all the time,” you told him.

“If you have time after, I can take you to meet the rest of the team if you’d like?”

You beamed at his invitation and squeezed his hand in excitement.

“I’d be honored.”

He smiled and you two enjoyed your brunch together.

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biaonww · 3 months

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"unspoken feelings" sae itoshi based • angst. • i recommend listening to oceans & engines w/ this

may contain errors, similar content is coincidental. • super fast paced huhu, but hopefully still enjoyable :^)

6 years ago —

you were 17 when you had a crush on the sae itoshi. his eyes colored just like the ocean, and his hair reminds you of neutral pink.

he was always so beautiful, and he did everything so beautifully. soccer, expressing his thoughts, his actions.. all done elegantly. but you knew you were two people who lived in two different worlds.

but still, you tried to get to know him. and get close to him.

so if not being lovers with him will settle, being friends will atleast be enough, you suppose.

so you ask for his number from his friend, shidou ryusei.

4 years ago —

surprisingly, you two did become acquainted, then graduated high school as close friends.

... the label ‘close friends’ that at some point, people thought you two act like an actual couple that was inlove with one another— but really, that seemt like a whole joke.

since he was already dating someone.

and you found out two days ago.

well, it wasn’t surprising, of course. he’s a soccer star. he’s famous. rich, even. everyone’s dream man. and you can’t just keep him to yourself, too. because that would just be plain selfish.

so one night, you were just tired of suppressing your feelings.

the feeling of wanting him.

you should’ve been contented being friends with him and still being in contact after high school—

but there’s just this feeling, that it will never suffice for you. ...

he noticed you acted strangely today.

and he knows every single bit of you damn well.

your perfectionism, how much you want to please everyone so that they don’t leave you, how you don’t want to be a second option.

so you two fought that stormy night.

“you’re keeping something from me, and i don’t like it.”

“i’m not.”

“you are. don’t fucking lie to me y/n. i know you damn well to say that you’re lying.”

“things won’t get better even if i tell you, okay?!”

“well you aren’t telling me! how can i help when you won’t-“

“sae itoshi! i am fucking inlove with you. but it makes me feel real pathetic standing next to you, while you have a girlfriend already.”

“it annoys me how i turn all mushy when i’m with you. it annoys me that i keep staring at your back going further and further away, because i can’t keep up with you. it annoys me how you can read me so well, but don’t get that i’m inlove with you.”

“y/n.”

“i’m leaving to go back to kyoto, sae. i don’t want to loathe you because i like you. so it’s better if we stop being friends.”

“i’m drained from loving you, itoshi sae.”

and just like that, you slip out of his hands.

the last image he had of you before leaving to go to kyoto, was that you were soaked in the rain and crying. crying because of him.

guess love never suited him, huh. since it will never last, and slowly rot once he gets a hold of it.

two years ago —

you’ve heard he got engaged with the same girlfriend he dated three years ago.

you think it’s time to let go of him.

to finally let go of the past.

so you finally send a message to him. a plain but pathetic “congratulations on your marriage, sae. i’m happy for you.”

honestly speaking, you expected him to have a new phone number, and that he blocked you.

though he didn’t. your message had been delivered.

still, it’s funny how you never changed his contact name on your phone.

but you remember that his contact photo was a picture of you and him. smiling and all giddy back in the old days.

*ding!*

itoshi • 1:27 pm

y/n. thanks. i know it’s been a long time.. but do you wanna meet up and catch up?

and so you two hit it off and meet up.

except, your boyfriend is with you.

but he didn’t expect your new boyfriend would be rin. his younger brother.

… he can clearly see the way his brother looks at you.

one that represents the way sae used to look at you in late-night conversations that were spent in silk sheets back in high school,

a pathetic man who was admiring you.

the present. 12 whole years after the past.

sae and you became friends again.

so you think it’ll be fine inviting him and his wife to your wedding with your fiancè, right?

i mean— rin was good with you. he communicates with you, there’s trust in the relation, communication- mutual agreement.

there were some rough edges in your relation, but he actually tried for you.

you’re getting ready with your makeup, and someone knocks on the door.

“come in.”

you mumble, fixing the strap of the wedding dress you’re wearing.

the door opens and it’s sae. it’s just him, standing alone.

so you turn back to face him, smiling softly.

“you came.”

“i did. uh, mia’s just sitting down in the assigned chair you set for us.”

“i wouldn’t miss your important day anyways.”

“thank you.”

“why thank me? i did nothing.”

he softly chuckles, adoring how besutiful you looked in the wedding dress.

you always looked best in white either ways.

“what are you staring at, sae?”

“— i’m inlove with you too.”

your smile dissipates, so he takes it as a bad sign.

“sae. you can’t do this to me. please don’t say you love me.”

“not when i’m finally over you.”

“i know. but i never got to tell you what i really meant back then, didn’t i?”

“… sae. i love you. but not in that way anymore. sure, i’ve missed you as a friend. but i still love rin.”

“after i met rin, he changed my whole life. he helped me get over you.”

“you’re too late. i’m sorry.”

you place the eye shadow palette you were using back on the vanity, standing up as the church bells ring.

“i have to go. he’s probably waiting.”

“go ahead.”

and so you do leave, walking down the aisle to marry his brother.

to him, you were just a fraction of his life;

something that was past, but something he was still trying to hold on to, even if it was already destroyed. if he never let you go that thundery night, would he be the one you were standing with at the altar? — fin.

aa sorry for slow posts :(( im like super busy w things this week so... hopefully i'll get to post the reo fic on thursday/friday tho!! <3 reblogs, likes, and comments are vm appreciated

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chaoticloving · 1 year

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new years, new family

harry styles x reader (SOH masterlist)

summary: y/n meets anne and gemma for the first time, and harry's just happy. || w/c: 2.2k

a/n: felt i should post a bit more before im back to class, enjoy and have a good new year!

Anne was an amazing mother. She was kind, empathetic, and had the strong will that helped her do what was right. Harry loved his mum too. Despite all the arguments and the fame, he has always had faith in her. He truly felt the love and comfort that a mother should give any child—and he still does to this day as an adult.

Anne prided on being someone her kids could go too if they needed an ear and always gave her kids space, but that didn’t stop her from being curious about their lives. She would sometimes sneak in a “do you like someone” or “when do you think you’ll have kids” every now and then, but they knew she just had their best interest at heart.

Anne was very careful about what she asked Harry though, not to say that she would be blunt with Gemma, but there were certain questions that would sound too much like a TMZ journalist asking questions. So, Anne would turn to Gemma to maybe slip some detail about Harry’s life.

The last time Gemma came around her mothers though, she did tell Anne that Harry’s got a crush that sort-of, maybe, turned into his girlfriend. “But don’t quote me on this. I don’t know for sure.” Gemma reminded her mother.

But Anne was bubbling with excitement. She knew the girlfriend in question is Y/n, the women Harry might of suitably alluded to having a crush on, and she couldn’t be more excited for her boy. She reminded herself though that she can’t be too pushy, but she can watch the young actresses movies.

After just under six months of dating, Harry decides he wants to tell his family.

“I know my mum won’t tell and Gemma will just make fun of me, I just don’t like keeping you a secret from everybody important in my life.” Harry confessed, kissing his lovers face all over as a way to win her over.

Y/n had a habit of overthinking, but seeing her boyfriends puppy dog eyes she just couldn’t say no.

“I believe you.” She kissed him back. “Just don’t embarrass me when you tell them.”

The next morning Harry was practically jumping from excitement, yet feeling like he needed the bathroom every five seconds from nerves. Harry knew his family wouldn’t hate Y/n or everything of the sort. It was just the fact they would be one of the first to know and their secret relationship wouldn’t be a secret anymore. He knew Y/n wasn’t just in it because of the the secrecy, but the fact still didn’t make him feel any better.

Harry powered through, and made the call.

The line rang a couple times before the cheery voice of Anne rang through. “Hi Honey, so good to hear from you!”

Harry laughed, walking around his London flat aimlessly. “It’s nice to talk to you too. Been feelin’ so busy from work that I think I’ll go crazy.”

“Oh no, well remember to take breaks and focus on you.” Anne thought this was her chance. “Do you have someone you can talk to or someone you feel comfortable with? Go out with them and forget about work.”

Harry blushed, he was in the kitchen and he could see the back of y/n. He thinks she is getting her morning coffee all ready as well as a cup for him.

“Yeah, actually, I’ve met someone.”

The pure joy running through Anne's body was something she last felt when Gemma told her about her last boyfriend.

"And is it who I think it is?"

"Have you been talkin' to Gemma recently?" Harry ask, false annoyance slipped through his voice. "But uh-" He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I think so. "

Anne practically screamed through the phone, excitement radiating though.

"But we are talking about Y/n, right?"

"Yes! Yes, oh my goodness, you finally are together! You two look so adorable together and I know to never buy into something TMZ or Daily Mail says but I saw your little photo and then when Gemma finally told me that you told her that you were talking to Y/n I started watching all of her movies so far and she is very talented, although, i have to admit, when she kissed that other boy in the movie I kept thinking how you would been feeling and--"

A couple seconds into her rant, Harry put Anne on speaker phone and was suffering from the adrenaline rushing though him. He was coming down from the high of fear and going into a tired yet happy state.

Y/n handed Harry a cup of coffee, half cream with a ton of sugar added in, then sat down next to him with her own coffee in hand. Y/n was trying to hide her smile through a look of embarrassment, but the actress couldn't quite hide her emotions from Harry.

Harry nudged Y/n, a smile on his rosey face. They look at each other with such adoration that it was sickening to anyone single.

"Harry? Harry, you still there?" Anne's voice snapped Harry from Y/n's trance on him.

"Yeah, I'm here mum." Harry chided, clearing his throat. "Just got a bit side tracked. What did you say?"

"When are you two coming over then? I know Gemma is coming round for new years so six could work, maybe five, or is that too early for new years?"

Y/n's eyes went wide with shock as she heard Anne's words then she could've sworn her heart stopped beating when Harry replied, as nonchalantly as ever, sure mum.

"Six'll work." Harry said, saying his goodbyes. He hung up his phone and smiled at Y/n. "You excited?"

"Definitely."

...

Y/n was not excited. Not in the slightest.

Y/n and Harry spent the holidays with their own families. They called each other, constantly; and much to Annes delight, and Gemma's partial annoyance, they've been hearing all about Y/n constantly. But a few day's after the holidays, they both met up at Harry's flat to make the journey to Anne's.

Currently, they were in Harry's Range Rover, close to Anne's house. They left a couple hours after Anne's call, knowing the drive is long and traffic would most likely be a nightmare. Harry has made the long drive quite a few times since he has moved to London, he knew it like the back of his hand; Y/n, while she hasn't made this specific drive, has gone on plenty of long trips in her life.

Yet, this drive, was pure torture.

She didn't want to tell Harry thats she is scared. She knows Harry would turn the car around and say it's no big deal, but he would be disappointed.

It wasn't like she didn't like what she has heard about his family, the opposite in fact. It's what they have heard about her.

Currently, the media is portraying Y/n as a serial dater, using someone for a night, or weekend if they're lucky, then dumping them and repeat. And poor Harry is the unconfirmed boyfriend that Y/n is dragging along for a long time.

They got all that from one group photo at a party last month.

It's not true. She knows it's not true, Harry knows it's not true, but does Anne and Gemma know it's not true? Anne invited her when there wasn't too much drama going on, but now? She was terrified for what would happen.

Y/n is just glad that it is just Gemma and Anne tonight, as much as she would want to meet Robin or Desmond, she can't deal with anymore people in one night.

"Okay so a couple tips." Harry started, turning down the volume of the song on the radio, Fleetwood Mac obviously. "One, don't ask Gemma if she is dating someone unless you want her to give you a silent treatment."

She nodded.

"Don't mention fame or anything too out of touch. Not really specific, just general advice because my mum always scoffs at people who flaunt their money."

"You say this in your custom two-hundred-thousand car." Y/n joked, trying to keep her cool.

"I got teased a bit." Harry shrugs, flipping the indicator and turning down a neighborhood. "But that's just teasing."

Harry sighs as he pulls to the side of the road in front of a nice house. It was cozy, yet big enough for a couple and a guest or two. "Ready?"

"Nothing else?"

"Not really sure." Harry fidgeted. "You're the first they would or could meet so..."

Y/n just nods as Harry's voice trails off, it's all she can do. Their thoughts mimic each other.

She's meeting her future in-laws.

I'm meeting my future in-laws.

The only difference was the tone. Excitement and fear.

Harry walked round to the other side, opening her door and holding his hand to help her out. Y/n felt like the paparazzi was watching her, but instead of flashing lights it was curtains suspiciously moving.

Harry knocked on the door, hand in a death grip with Y/n's. "Deep breaths. They're going to love you."

"Harry!" Anne swung open the door and smiled, when she looked over she saw Y/n, causing her to smile brighter and nearly bring tears to the women's eyes. "Y/n! I'm so glad you're here. Come in come in!"

Y/n had her red carpet smile on. She was carful to not make her smile look too obnoxious, but not like she was not excited to be here.

"Ms Twist you're house is beautiful." She complemented, earning her first awe of the night.

"Please, call me Anne." She blushed. "And thank you sweetheart."

"Where's Gem?" Harry asked, taking his shoes off and brushing his hand on Y/n's.

"Living room. She's on the phone with someone." She winked and walked into the house. "Come in, I've got some nibbles for you two."

Y/n mouthed, someone?. Harry just rolled his eyes and mouthed, "ex." She nodded and followed Harry into the the house.

"Gemma get off the phone." They heard Anne yell. "Say hi to the couple."

Gemma’s jaw dropped as she hugged Harry. She saw Y/n and her smile grew. "You're the famous Y/n we've been hearing about!"

Y/n nervously laughed but nodded, excepting the hug happily. Harry sighed thought, face turning a shade of pink. "It's so nice to meet you!" Y/n was smiling. Their first impressions were so far good. They seemed excited to meet her, and Y/n was able to breath finally now.

"Not long until midnight, so I've got to get going on the dinner." Anna decided.

"Let me help!" Y/n jumped at the opportunity to get to know Anne and get in her good graces. Following her to the kitchen and leaving the siblings behind.

"Mum's going to love her." Gemma whispered to Harry, shoving his shoulder. Harry just blushed, happy that his girlfriend is getting along with his family.

Midnight struck, cheers and hugs were done, and a sneaky kiss between the two young and in love celebrities were shared. Anne was tired, so the rest decided to retire to their rooms for the night. Harry took their two bags up to the stairs and revealed the small room that housed talented singer: Harry Styles.

It had grey walled with posters hung all around. As Y/n looked closer behind the records and old CDs tapped to the wall, she found a poorly covered up dent in the wall. "What's this?"

"Something that will definitely give my mum a heart attack." Harry smiled, dropping the bags. "Was playing with some of my friends and one "accidentally" threw a nerf gun at me."

"Sounds fun." She mused, continuing to look around the room. "Seems like your music taste has not changed." Y/n noticed the Joni Mitchell collection, right next to the Stevie Nicks one.

"Nope." Harry sighed, standing next to his girlfriend, but she could sense the smile forming on his face. "I'm glad I threw out all of those porno mags."

"So thoughtful." Y/n pushed Harry away as he laughed. Harry grabbed her and threw themselves onto the small, twin sized bed that had superman sheets on.

"Superman? At sixteen?" She asked.

"Hey, don't hate on superman." Harry defends. "These sheets are too comfy to get rid of."

They laugh a bit more, settling slowly into the silence that the small room gives them. They can hear Gemma talking to someone through the wall, though they don't mind--they're too wrap up in themselves to care.

"Think your family likes me?" She asked.

"Oh definitely. You're much better then any guy Gemma brought round." Harry remarked. "Plus mum loves you loads, it's really easy to see. She doesn't just offer her special margaritas to anyone."

"I'm glad." Is all Y/n says. She's tired now, a long stressful day of nerves really washed her out, but thankfully, she's got an amazing boyfriend to sleep next to.

"I'm glad you got to meet them." Harry admits. "No way you can break up with me now. Mum'll miss you too much."

"I'd miss her too. Not that I'd ever want to break up with you."

Harry kissed her sweetly, "Good, because I'd never do that too. Wouldn't even think of it."

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 9 months

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I'm tired so y'all get angsty Nimona headcanons

So apparently since I’m a masochist I was thinking about how Nimona would react to the boys dying

Specifically the order cause I feel like that would contribute to how they would react

If Bal died first he would be crushed and kind of just shut down and close himself off

After a while he would start taking longer trips and meeting new people and the hurt would lessen year after year

After a while they kind of notice that they left Ambrosius alone

They didn’t mean to it was never their intention to recede into themself

But that’s what happened and when they rejoined his life he didn’t miss a beat

He just acted like they never left and that hurt ten times worse

Especially when she realized that Ambrosius never fully dealt with his death

At least not in a proper way

Ambrosius passing soon after they reconnected was just another gut punch

It was like she finally started to recover just to be thrown back down

And a small part of her just a teeny tiny part of her was bitter about it

And she fucking hated it

If Ambrosius died first I think she would still be angry

She wouldn’t shut down like Bal she would lash out

She would act like his passing away was just another betrayal by someone she trusted

And again it would take a very long time for her to stop viewing it as that

They would never lash out at Bal though

They saw the effects and noticed how deep the sadness ran so they would always hold their tongue around him

One day Nimona made an offhanded joke about how Bal’s eyes should be studied cause they should be able to get even bigger with age

And Bal just starts laughing

And he doesn’t stop

Even as he’s bent over sobbing there are still laughs sprinkled in

He asks Bal what was wrong and he says “oh nothing starlight” he keeps pestering him until he finally says

“You know I don’t think I ever had a chance to miss him because I see him every day when I look at you”

And they just sit on the couch and seemingly go through every stage of grief 24-hour period

When Bal dies a couple of years later it’s still like a gut punch

And he wants more than anything to dig himself into a hole and never come back out

But he doesn’t

It takes a long time for him to start letting people in again

So I don’t know if the boys were living together or if they were still living in the dorms before the knighting ceremony

But there in either situation there is something so utterly heartbreaking about the idea of Ambrosius having to rummage through the destruction of people barely knighted

Desperately trying to pick out the undamaged bits of Bal and clinging to them

I can also just imagine him searching through his phone frantically looking for old photos videos and voicemails

Trying to figure out if he was genuine or if he was talking with a mask for a decade

He goes back and forth between knowing those are his genuine smiles and laughs and that’s really love in his eyes

But then he also has moments when he remembers that he might not know what his real smile looks like or what his real laugh sounds like

And how can he know what love looks like when he might have been faking it this whole time

He stops looking through his phone for a while

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pensat-i-fet · 10 months

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Fashion challenge (Rúben Dias x reader)

**Hello! I recently got a request to do an imagine kind of roasting Rúben's clothes and his recent change in style. And it was one of those times when I started to write with an idea in mind and then the story went in different directions I didn't expect but I'm happy it did. I think it turned out really cute and fun so hopefully you enjoy reading it too ❤️**

Word count: 1694

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[Rúben]: are you home?

[You]: yes, only here for my lunch break though. Why?

[Rúben]: I'm getting some parcels delivered in 15 minutes.

[You]: I'll be here when it arrives. Don't worry 😉

[Rúben]: you're the best ❤️ see you later! Love you!

Parcels delivered now? He usually got them sent to the training centre because there was always someone there but you didn't mind opening the door to the delivery person. Even if he arrived right when you were in the middle of eating.

Chewing as fast as you could, you walked to the door to find a man surrounded by boxes and bags.

"That's…a lot".

"Tell me about it", he laughed.

"Do I need to sign something?"

"No. I can help you get everything inside the apartment".

"Don't worry. I'm fine. Let me get you a tip. You've earned it".

The man left and you started to take everything inside. A few of the boxes had brand names you recognised but most had names that meant nothing to you. This must be the stylist's doing.

Saying you weren't a fan of Rúben's stylist would be an understatement. How he managed to get the worst clothes from every brand was a mystery to you. And always in the wrong size.

But there was no time to worry about that because you had to go back to work after quickly finishing your lunch and letting Rúben know his clothes had arrived.

Rúben was always the first one back home after training. The two hours he had to wait for you to come back sometimes felt eternal and today was one of those days. He was excited to try all his new clothes out and show you how they looked, so you could help him choose what to keep and what to send back.

So because he was bored, he started to open the boxes and bags and he placed the clothes on the bed. Those trousers were supposed to go with…right, that T-shirt and the jacket. And the tracksuit with the crosses with the new trainers. Fun!

He was trying one of the outfits on when he heard the door open and close and got out of the room to meet you.

"Is there a clown convention in town?", you asked when you saw him.

"What?"

He looked confused while walking towards you to give you a kiss. The closer he got, the more shocked you were by what he was wearing.

"What are you wearing?"

"Some of my new clothes. Do you like them?"

Don't be mean, don't be mean. "Not really?"

"Why? I thought this looked good".

"The colours clash. The sizes…what is it with this stylist of yours and buying clothes that could fit you and me in them because of how big they are? And I'm sure it has some sort of print on the back too, right?"

He started to walk towards the room backwards, confirming your suspicions. You shook your head, chuckling.

When you got to the room, you saw him taking the clothes off. The room was an absolute mess.

"You wanted honesty, remember".

"I know. I just forget how brutal your honesty can be", he said, laughing.

"That outfit you're wearing now is great".

"Really? Is it because I'm just wearing my underwear?"

"Maybe…you could do an underwear fashion show for me”.

“Can I do one with all these clothes? Please. You have to like something out of all these boxes”.

But you didn’t like anything out of all the boxes. Not even the pieces from the brands you bought clothes from. But felt kind of bad for Rúben. He actually seemed to enjoy some of the clothes that had been picked for him.

“That wasn’t too bad”, you said, pointing to a fairly simple pair of trousers and a matching shirt.

“Maybe I can wear it to go out for dinner and you can take some photos that I can post”.

"Sounds like a plan. You can also take photos of my outfit".

"And we can see who gets more likes on Instagram".

"That's not fair, Rúben. Because you have a lot more followers".

"Yeah", he said, picking you up and pecking your lips before putting you down again. "But you are a lot hotter so that's an advantage for you".

You chuckled, picking up your bag and getting ready to go.

Once at the restaurant, you took some cute photos of each other but it wasn't until you were done eating that you started your challenge.

"That's the best one for you, post it".

"Wait", said Rúben, "how about we do a poll on my stories?"

"Also not fair. Your fans will pick you always because they think everything you do is perfect", you said, rolling your eyes.

"Well, someone has to feed my ego after your roasting".

"Just trying to keep you humble, my love".

"But let's make it more fun", suggested Rúben. "The loser has to do a challenge or something".

"Oh, easy. If I win, I'll take you shopping and I'll pick all the clothes".

"And if I win…you have to wear the clothes from my last shopping spree for a week".

Rúben couldn't help but laugh at your face. "I actually might dump you, you know?"

"You won't. You'll look hot no matter what you wear".

He sat on the sofa, patting his legs so you would sit on his lap and then together you picked the best two photos and made the post with the poll. You were sure he would win. Obviously, it was his account followed by his fans. But…it became a bigger event.

A few of your friends reposted the story on their accounts, choosing sides. You spent a few hours checking who sided with who and laughing at their comments. And when you woke up the next day, some City accounts had posted about the little poll on Twitter so the amount of total votes was way bigger than you expected in the first place.

"Ok, it's over. Let's see the results".

You and Rúben opened the app with the same expectation of a reality show fan about to see who won Big Brother.

"Oh my God!", you screamed and started to run around the room.

It was 35% for Ruben and 65% for you.

"That's not fair!"

"The people have spoken, Rúben. The power of democracy is beautiful. Embrace it. Appreciate it".

"If you say so…".

"We're going to have so much fun on our shopping trip".

The day you finally were both off work, you decided to treat yourself from morning to night. It was rare for you to not have breakfast at home, but Rúben told you about a great place to have brunch so you made your way there before the shopping began.

"You're eating the same breakfast you always eat".

"It's what I like".

"You're so adventurous, Rúben", you laughed. "It's hard to believe you let a wannabe stylist dress you".

He just shrugged and you took a piece of bacon from your plate and put it on his omelette.

"It's protein. Good for your muscles".

After picking up a post-brunch smoothie, you made your way to the shopping centre.

"I have a list".

Rúben looked at you pulling out a literal list from your bag.

"You're taking this more seriously than your job".

"Because it involves you. And you're the most important person to me", you said dramatically, earning an eye roll from Rúben. "Burberry first".

"Yes, ma'am".

Having browsed all the websites too many times, you knew exactly what you were looking for.

"This set is perfect for the summer holidays".

Rúben picked up the clothes you were showing him. It was a set of shorts and a jacket with a polo collar. Of course, you loved polos. But he did like it. And the shade of orange would compliment his skin tone really well.

"It's nice".

"Nice? Go try it on and you'll see it's more than nice".

When he got out, you were smiling from ear to ear. He looked so good.

"That looks really good on you, sir. Great choice", said one of the ladies who worked at the store.

"It does, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I think we'll take it", conceded Rúben, who actually loved the way the clothes looked on him. "I already have some outfits for the summer but it's nice to have more options".

"Yes…or we could burn the others and just keep what I'll buy for you today".

Rúben glared at you and the salesperson stared at you both confused.

"Inside joke", you said.

From Burberry, you moved to Etro. He wanted fun patterns on his shirts? Cool, he could get fun patterns that were actually nice to look at.

"Hear me out…let's get a couple of polos at Prada".

"I don't love polos".

"But I could wear them too", you said, pouting. "How adorable! The couple that wears Prada together…".

"Let's get one!"

"I love you! I love you! I love you!"

"Unless I wear Chrome Hearts".

"So don't wear it again", you winked, taking his hand and leading him to the Prada store.

By the end of the shopping trip, you were thankful for Rúben's muscles. Who knew bags full of clothes could be so heavy? But you bought a lot so maybe that was why.

"You'll be happy when you hear about this".

"I like being happy. But why am I going to be happy today?", you asked him when he got to the kitchen while you finished dinner.

"My post from this morning is underperforming".

"What did you post? I'm having a phone detox day".

"A bunch of photos with outfits from last week".

You bit your lip, but he saw the smile you were trying to hide.

"How about we do another challenge?"

"Go on…".

"You post the clothes I bought for you today and if it doesn't get as many likes as the post from today, I won't roast your style for two whole weeks".

That got his attention. "And if it gets more likes?"

"You do the world a favour and fire your stylist".

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piratefishmama · 11 months

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Crossing the Line | Part 13

“You’re wearing that?”

“Yes, I’m wearing this, this has been a focus point ever since I mentioned it, it’s an inside joke at this point Robbie, we have an inside joke already! I’m wearing this.” He was wearing the sweater vest. It was a running gag at that point, and it was the perfect opportunity to wear it. Eddie had messaged him that morning (okay so, more like just gone 2pm) apologising for not texting back sooner even though Steve didn’t need an apology because Eddie had told him that after gig diner food was a thing.

He didn’t expect Eddie to spend any time texting him during a band tradition. Band traditions were sacred.

“But… but it’s so—”

“Me. It’s me. It’s so very me. So I’m going to have this date, as me. Not in costume like last night, I’m going as me, and… and he’s going to like it… he’s going to like it, right?” Somewhere during that tiny ramble, Robin’s eyes softened, all her hard edges wearing away like rocks beaten by the sea.

“… Yeah Stevie, you look perfect, he’s gonna love it. An if he doesn’t, well… I’ll beat him up.” She’d seen him, she could take him.

“Haha, I don’t think your date will approve of that, she’s like… his best friend or something, so you gotta be nice to him.”

“Hey, bros before hoes, Steve, that’s the rule. He fucks it up? Imma shove that wet rat back in the sewer where he belongs, my poor love life be damned.”

He loved Robin. With everything he had. He loved her. She was like the sister he’d never had, a twin separated at birth.

She came to him when he had no-one, when he was circling the drain about to slip, it’d been such a crazy happenstance meeting her, she wasn’t rich. She didn’t come from some crazy rich family. She came from a small town in rural Indiana, she didn’t have siblings, her parents were ex-hippies for crying out loud.

She was just, Robin. And she’d been there by a single stroke of luck, she’d been there. Passing by the club he’d been in at the time, she’d caught him as he’d stumbled out, bleary eyed and confused having taken something… of which he had no idea. Tommy Hagan, a budding actor running on his parents coattails, had given it to him, said it’d loosen him up.

Then… well, the exact details were a little blurry, but he remembered pushing someone’s handsy hands away from him and stumbling out of the club directly into Robin.

She’d gotten him a cab, taken him home and made sure he was okay. She’d stayed with him, all night. She hadn’t had to, she didn’t know him, he didn’t know her, hell, she could have taken photo after photo and sold them to whoever paid the most, she’d have made thousands, millions to the right magazines, but she’d stayed with him all night instead, then made him breakfast the morning after.

A greasy fry up thing that settled his stomach right down.

She’d introduced herself, being a stranger in his kitchen, and explained what’d happened, awkwardly rambling about how she’d called her parents to ask about symptoms and what to do cause they’d know, and that she’d taken care of him, so he didn’t wind up hurting himself, she’d even hurriedly shown him her phone, scrolling through photos he never asked to see just to prove that she hadn’t taken anything of him.

Half a week later he was inviting her to a charity gala thing he’d been invited to, then to an awards show, then to a dinner thing where she’d awkwardly come out to him on the bathroom floor panicking over how she thought he was interested in her with how much he wanted her around, and while yes, maybe he’d had a small crush on her to begin with, it very quickly, very easily evolved into something else as she explained.

Then, event after event as Steve shed the weight of his horribly unhealthy ‘friends’, they became a package deal, Steve, and Robin, where one went, the other wouldn’t be far behind.

And she wouldn’t let anyone hurt him again. Especially not some jumped up little music snob who could only get gigs in dive bars.

“C’mere Robbie” Steve pulled her in, even as she hissed her complaints, citing her outfit, her hair, he knew by the way she reciprocated that hug that she was just complaining for the sake of it “love you”

“Love you too dingus. Now… are you going with contacts or glasses?”

He chose glasses, he ran a hand through his hair a few times, shooed Robin off for her own date, something she had no input on because Chrissy had insisted on taking her to ‘see the city’ properly, giving Steve just enough time to put the finishing touches on dinner. A simple chicken and bacon creamy pasta dish, nothing too heavy and the ingredients were easy to find.

The only concern he’d had was whether or not Eddie ate meat, and a quick text to Chrissy answered that question.

The door buzzer signalled the end of his internal countdown. Eddie responded to his simple “hello?” with a funny little

“Metalhead delivery for Mr Superstar~!” That Steve couldn’t help but giggle at, still smiling when Eddie eventually made it to the door, and when his eyes lit up when that door opened, big, beautiful browns falling on his sweater vest, a big, dimpled grin blossoming on his lips and his voice, full of glee announcing “Sweater vest for Eddie!” Steve knew he was a goner.

He was done for. He’d fallen for a silly metalhead and he didn't want to get up.

Part 15

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ma1dita · 4 months

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'en route' - i. imaginary friend

pictures are not mine, 3rd is a photo concept by @geloyconcepcion on ig

read along here (will update) : part ii, part iii, part iv

song of the chapter: revolution 0 by boygenius

en route playlist: here

words: 3.9k

summary: pt ¼ of ‘en route’. You and James are kindred spirits. Fighting in the First Wizarding War just seems to be your only escape.

warnings: no use of y/n, religious iconography sprinkled here and there, depictions of loss/war, angst, unhappy(?) marriage, fake marriage, twin flames vibe, they’re just kids they should be at the club bro

a/n: setting the scene is always so hard LOL. i love writing morally grey characters, please feel free to comment if you want to be added onto the taglist, or scream at me <3 thanks for the patience, you won’t have to wait as long for the next part lol

(posted 12/28/23, might come back to edit)

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END OF MARCH 1980

There’s not a lot of things you like to remember about the year 1980. The memories blur together, highly repressed in a busy corner of your mind, and if someone held you at wandpoint to ask about what happened, you’re not sure where to begin. You don’t talk about it much anymore, but if you did, it wouldn’t be sufficient to put it in a few simple words.

And maybe if you did, the remembering wouldn’t hurt as much. With little physical things to hang onto, however—holding onto this hurt reminds you it was real.

From what you can remember anyway, it all started on his birthday.

You felt eyes on you as soon as you stormed into the room. In this congregation of people trying to save the world, it was easy to feel unseen in your struggles to keep moving forward. A pair of kaleidoscope eyes meet yours for a small moment, and that’s when you knew it was risky. It’s easy to hide in a crowd of Aurors enjoying the reprieve from the reality of the world outside of headquarters’ protected doors, fading into the background.

But he saw you, and that was terrifying–to be perceived.

Frank Longbottom pours you a pint, and you nod your head in thanks, taking a long sip before settling down into a chair at the bar. The same pair of eyes see through you, past your hunched frame, down to the core of your grief. Something about it resonates with him deeply, and the boys notice his attention is away from the conversation they’re having in the living room.

“She's pretty, yeah? French, I think. Never says more than a few words to anyone though, I tried. All business,” Sirius mumbles to his best friend over a glass of firewhiskey.

James looks up at Sirius from his position in the armchair, his head tilted to one side in curiosity at the way you fold into yourself.

"Yeah, I guess," James replies reluctantly. "I've never properly spoken to her, but I can tell she's very... mellow."

“Heard she lost people. The war hasn't been kind to her like it has to a lot of us. Don't know if she'll budge, Prongs. Some pages are best left unturned,” Remus says, shuffling a deck of cards between his scarred fingers. Sirius grunts in response, not caring for the conversation as he takes another sip of his drink.

James knows now what he recognizes within you. Grief has been looming over him too, latched onto his spine, weighing him down as the responsibilities grow by the day. His eyes flicker to his wife’s baby bump as she stands near the window laughing at something Marlene and Peter were acting out. Lily falling pregnant was his sign to get his shit together, because if he didn’t, who would?

Like a shadow, you shy away from the light and laughter that fills the room. But there was no escape once he started walking in your direction. There was no grandiose introduction, no heart-stopping, earth-shattering moment. Both consumed by grief unseen by most, two people sat at the bar in silent reverence of each other’s breathing, daring the other to say something.

“Didn’t know I was crashing your birthday Potter. Seems I don't have a gift,” you say suddenly, words rushing out as your eyes trace his profile.

A beat passes.

His head bobs up and for a second you think you’ve said the wrong thing until you realize he’s smiling. He looks up grinning like the devil, eyes meeting yours with a smile you could only describe as radiant. It stirs something deep within you, and you watch your hands reach toward your butterbeer to avoid his searing gaze.

“Terrible time to have a party anyway. I think it’s more for them than it is for me.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you scoff lightly, and his head jerks towards you as you continue, “You’re a bit too happy for my liking.”

“Oh?” His body turns to follow, knees bumping against yours under the bartop.

“How come you know so much about me then? You don’t give any of us a chance with you.”

James says this jokingly, but a part of it rings true like a punch in the gut. You were so impressionable, left soft and malleable by the grief that became you that you found it quite infuriating that someone like him could be so happy in the middle of a war like this one.

A noise of acknowledgement leaves your throat and he watches your fingers clench around the glass. Too much? Change the subject.

“What’s the ‘T’ necklace you have on?”

The chain swings against your chest as you adjust yourself on the barstool, becoming aware of the weight of it.

“What?”

“What does it mean? Must be important to you, whoever this fellow is. See you wear it every day,” he says adamantly, before backtracking and realizing how stalkerish that sounds.

“Potter, have you never met a Christian?” Your eyes dart between him and his hands on the bartop, more glaringly, the platinum wedding band on his left hand. Surely, anything should be more interesting than conversing with a stranger at his own party.

“A who? Who’s Christian? Are you?”

The beginning of a smile breaks onto your face like daybreak. It’s refreshing, he thinks. He doesn’t think he’s made someone smile like that in a while.

“You idi–,” you exhale, “It’s not… Muggles don’t have magic like us, so they have belief systems. Higher power they believe in. Weren’t you Head Boy at Hogwarts, how did you pass Muggle Studies?”

“Elective. Do you believe in that stuff? God and what not?”

Your calf brushes his pant leg accidentally. Why can’t you stop fidgeting? He makes you nervous, all these questions, and then you blurt your response out in rapid succession that he’s almost unable to catch it.

“No. Maybe. My parents did, and God was important to them, so I wear this necklace because of it. They’re important to me. I used to before I found out I was a witch. Used to pray that God would save me, make me something other than mundane—well, here I am now. Not quite sure if he heard me.”

It hits you that the last time you’ve been able to speak about your parents like this was at their funeral two months back. Right before you joined the Order, and sitting here in front of James suddenly feels stifling. You roll your jacket sleeves up, hyperaware that he’s watching your every move.

He keeps his tone light, but the smile on his face is kind as he mutters, “You think some bloke up top is calling all the shots for everyone?” James says this without judgment and your breath quivers.

“I don’t know, but I think things happen for a reason. I’m still trying to find out what that exactly is.”

His pinky nudges yours on the sticky bartop, and his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose as he tilts his head in thought.

“Did. Is the believing past tense?”

You’re not sure what’s changed in the past few minutes that’s made you comfortable in his presence, but you crack a joke before you think too hard.

“My parents are. Past tense.”

Laughter spills out of you like the bubbles on your refilled pint glass, and James scrunches his face, holding back until his shoulders are shaking from the effort.

“Merlin….yeah. Mine too.”

Oh.

You look at him through your eyelashes, silence filling the space between you two as the rest of the party goes on in the background. James clinks his glass with yours, and there’s a silent understanding that bridges between you, connecting you together.

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END OF APRIL 1980

“You know if we’re gonna be friends, you should probably call me James.”

The two of you were left sitting in the den to deliberate on the mission you were being sent at the end of this week. Three whole months with James Potter could be a nightmare. But it could also be quite fun, you think, watching him flick through the mission files with a quirk in his lip that can only signal mischief. Signing away your life wouldn’t be so bad if you had him to keep you company. You’d never tell him that though.

“Will we be? You don’t seem that excited.”

“Excited to be shipped away from everyone we know is definitely a statement, love.”

“I’m not eager if that’s what you’re insinuating. Just feel obligated, especially if it helps the cause. That’s why you’re here, right?” Right. In a war like this one, ordinary people like you and him pay the highest price. But nothing seemed ordinary about you, like a complex puzzle he was constantly wracking his brain to figure out. There are aspects of your personality that come to light the more he talks to you over these past few weeks, almost luring him in so he can unveil the secrets you hold. Why do you put yourself on the front lines like this, mission after mission? Who do you have in your life that makes you want to fight against the odds? What do you think of to keep you going? Why can’t he stop thinking about you?

He blinks, before looking at you, “S’not that I don’t want to go with you, and do my duty, I just…”

“You love it. I can see it in your eyes, you were trouble at school, weren’t you?” James’ smile gets wider, thinking back to the last few years, before everything went to shit. Back when it was easier, just him and his three friends, and his biggest worry was getting Lily Evans to look at him.

“Just a lot to worry about. People to take care of.” His mind falls back to his wife sitting at home, probably wondering why he isn’t back from the Order meeting, getting more agitated by the minute. He thinks of the nursery he still needs to set up, and the legal affairs he’s left behind after his parents’ death. He thinks of checking in on his boys, who barely know how to take care of themselves if they don’t come over for dinner, and finally, he exhales.

“You?“

It’s an honest question, and by asking it, he extends himself to you, an insight into the burdens he carries with him daily. The difficulty and complexity of having a large capacity to love is carrying the weight until you cannot.

“Just me and my rucksack. Gives me something to do.” You give him a tight-lipped smile, busying yourself with packing the supplies Dumbledore gave you two earlier. Vials of Polyjuice Potion, two golden wedding bands, magically enhanced IDs— it was like playing pretend. That’s all this has to be. Easy enough.

James looks at you and understands a bit more. You need this job. And if he’s being honest, so does he.

“I still wonder what would happen if it doesn’t work out, don’t get me wrong. But then I think, what if it does? What if no one else has to die?” A noise of agreement rises from his throat as he straightens his posture on the couch.

War shouldn’t be an escape, much less a distraction to two people grieving. There are countless muggles and wizards alike losing their lives to a genocide of people undeserving of a fate dictated by a person who plays god. But when you’re fighting for your life before you can even legally drink in some countries, there are two things left to consider when making a decision: to choose something difficult or to choose wrong.

And neither of you have ever found anything easy. Not in this life at least.

He sighs. James really needs to get home.

“Well…We will be friends by the end of this. I’m sure. Already gonna be married to you anyways,” he jokes.

“Don’t get used to it, what a pity that would be for your ego,” you gripe, but a trace of amusement is present on your lips as you watch him stand up to leave.

“We’ll see about that, love.”

He apparates home. Onto the next difficult thing.

When James told Lily that he’d be on a mission for the latter half of her pregnancy, she didn’t take it well. But to be honest, with everything going on, James couldn’t help but feel exasperated. How bad is his marriage that he’d rather risk his life instead of tending to his family’s needs? James sits at the dining table listening to her yell, and he feels extra heavy today, wondering how he feels so ancient at 20 years old.

Years ago he dreamed of this, a wife, kids, a pretty townhouse. But this isn’t what he quite imagined. He looks at his wife as she paces around the room, hand on her bump, red hair spreading little fires as she goes. She’s his everything. Truly. He spent years trying to even find that spark in her, dedicated his life to her, and gave up everything to take care of her—but she struggled a lot these past few months. Her pregnancy brought on incendiary words falling upon him like lashes as she blamed him for moving too quickly. Blamed him for the fact they’ve felt like strangers in this little house. But with his parents both sick, getting married seemed like the next right thing.

An owl flits to his kitchen window once Lily storms out again, leaving nothing but ashes of her disappointment in her wake. Ashes, ashes… James wonders where his spark has gone. He hates to disappoint.

Just wanted to owl and check in. I found myself thinking about you and wanted to make sure you’re okay, with everything changing so quickly. Hope you and your wife figure it out, I’ll be on the 11 AM Knight Bus tomorrow outside Diagon Alley regardless. See you.

He thinks of you, so brave and filled with a spark he used to recognize within himself. This isn’t wrong, he reasons, just difficult. But he won’t admit that taking his wedding band off before settling onto the couch was easier than he thought it would be. He feels lighter. As he takes off his glasses and stares at the ceiling of his living room that night, James wonders how much longer he can ignore his problems by not looking at them properly. How much longer does he have to carry the weight? When will someone help him carry the load?

For now, he tries to sleep. One step at a time, James. Like always. There’s a mission he has to start tomorrow. And he doesn’t want to disappoint you.

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You’re not surprised when he turns up to your meeting point the next morning, not addressing him when you stick your wand hand out to summon the bus. He bites back a smile, knowing you were right and thinking you see right through him. Now look who’s the eager one.

After paying eleven sickles each, you lead him to a window seat, ignoring the babbles of other passengers as you look out the window.

“You ever think about all these people, with their little lives and everything they have to do?” you pipe up, head against the glass. James scoffs, “I always think about other people. Sometimes I wonder if anyone thinks of me like that. If anyone worries as you do over strangers.”

“I thought we were friends,” you say coyly, still not looking at him, and his heart skips a beat. Probably nerves. “You think Dumbledore cares that he’s sending off two teenagers to fight a war and save the wizarding world?”

“I’m an adult, thank you very much.”

“We’re kids, James,” You look at him, and he blinks at the sound of his given name falling from your lips that he almost loses the next part of your sentence, “we’re kids working towards a bigger picture of world peace. Isn’t that fucking insane that this what our lives amount to?”

He couldn’t agree more, but his forehead creases at your tone.

“Why do you act like your best years are behind you? There’s a lot to live for still,” he murmurs knowingly.

He pats your thigh and the only thing you notice is the tan of his hand against his missing wedding band. Soon it will be replaced by one that binds him to you, temporarily, but it’s jarring all the same. You shake off the uneasy feeling that rises in your stomach.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.”

James is doing that thing again, the whole savior complex bit that you notice is one and the same with his trying hard to be carefree personality. But you’re coming to learn that James cares. A lot.

—

“Apartment 11B?”

“Uh, yeah.”

Two swigs of Polyjuice Potion did the job once you stepped off the bus and walked through town to the place you’ll inhabit for a fourth of the year, and quickly, you both become unrecognizable to even each other. A blonde eyebrow looks at you under James’ glasses at your hesitation, so you clear your throat.

“For Mr. and Mrs. Fawley. We just got married, you see. Newlywed jitters.” His voice is lighter and more posh as his hand reaches out to rest on your shoulder.

“Hmm, yes. Harry—er…Henrietta and Draco–” the receptionist squints at her paper, and you sigh at how pretentious the names sound together. Not in this life. You ought to wring Alice’s neck. That girl loves to make stories, and the more frilly your personas she created, the more difficult it’ll be to upkeep.

“No need, Etta and Drake are fine, love,” you say with a more confident grin, leaning against your faux husband.

The keys slide across the countertop, and you walk to the elevator, hand in hand until you’re out of sight. As you approach the door, James crouches a bit and puts his hands on his knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Jump up. Gotta carry you over the threshold.”

“Shut up, Drake,” reminding yourself to use his false name in case someone’s watching, but he looks at you with a shit-eating grin.

“Exactly. Just in case. Come on, just indulge me.” You shake your head in disbelief but hop onto his back all the same. Not exactly traditional, but it stirs up a feeling in you that you haven’t felt before. He carries you through the doorway and spins you once, twice, three times before you squeal and he giggles, placing you gently onto the sofa. It’s a cozy apartment with enough space for the two of you, cream walls, and a small kitchen with an island overlooking the entertaining space. The hallway leads to what you presume is the only bedroom, and there’s a nervous energy that sifts through the air as you both place protective charms everywhere, to ward off prying eyes and ears. How intimate. James falls back onto the sofa with a huff, sitting next to you, and both of you are unsure of what to say.

“I can take the sofa,” he says into the silence, and you turn to look at him incredulously.

‘For three months? James, I can't ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

“You’re gonna be hunched over by the end of the week. What if we rotate?”

There’s no disagreement, feeling the springs in the cushion beneath your bottoms already. James perks up, leaning over to grab something from his bag, and by the time he leans back up, he looks like himself again, the small dose of Polyjuice wearing off. You can feel your hair go back to its original shade and texture, and he smiles wider when he sees your face.

“Look what I got. Remus gave it to me back at Hogwarts but I never really used up all the film. Thought we could take some pictures and look back on this one day.” It’s sweet, how he loves his friends like they’re an extension of himself. You reckon you don't have anyone like that, smiling at him fumbling with the tiny camera in his hands.

“It’ll take a while to develop. Gotta keep it safe if we’re making it out of this,” you say, taking it from him and throwing yourself back onto the backrest leaning against him to point and shoot one of yourselves in this moment, disheveled and domestic. The flash goes off and he looks like a deer in headlights, making you cackle.

“You miss them?” He’s not sure who you’re referring to, so he rattles on anyway. He loves talking about the people he loves.

“The boys…Just miss being kids at Hogwarts, y’know? The end of the world back then was not getting enough O’s on NEWTs. You?”

“Mhm. None of them are in Britain though. They came for my parents’ funeral, and they always say they’ll visit but…That’s my fault too, I guess.” You tuck your leg underneath you, turning to face him, and he’s cuddled up against a throw pillow.

“Your parents were awesome. Didn’t know them well besides your dad being in the Order and stuff, but they were really brave. Your mom hugged me at my parents’ burial and I think that was the first time I let myself cry after they died. That’s one of the few things I remember from that day.”

A breath of air escapes your lungs at his anecdote. It’s been a few months since they passed but you’ll never stop missing them.

“I don’t remember a lot from theirs either. It’s all kind of been a blur since. I think I remember you and Sirius smoking in the back and him offering me a cigarette.” He laughs silently at the memory of his best friend.

“No one ever talks about how much there is to do after your parents die,” he says, and you roar with agreement.

“Yes! I’m still battling out their assets in court! It’s difficult to live life alone, thinking they’ve set you up for the future, but feeling like a rug’s been pulled out from underneath you. I just wish…They left this world together, y’know? And that’s great, but sometimes I feel selfish wondering what will happen to me.”

James nods slowly, taking your words in. He’s never had anyone to talk about this with, people pitying him instead, or acting like it didn’t matter, but it’s been almost a year and he can’t go to bed without thinking about how his parents died a week apart because even in death, they couldn’t be away for long. James wonders if you’ve noticed that he hasn’t talked about missing his wife, and the selfishness you mentioned prods at him. He smiles grimly, and takes the ring box from your bag, asking for your hand.

“Hey. You’re never gonna be alone again, alright? Not if it’s up to me.”

You roll your eyes as he flips the cover open, revealing the two gold bands, yours with a sizable diamond in the center.

“Do you think I’d give you that much power over me, James? This is all fake.”

“Fake marriage, but a true promise. I think you might, eventually.”

He slides the ring onto your left ring finger, sealing it with a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.

—

“The first time you caught my eye it was not love at first sight. Instead, a quiet curiosity was planted in my chest and I knew it was only a matter of time before you sunk beneath my bones and nurtured this deep-seated familiarity into a love so fierce that I would question if I had ever been in love before.” - Lyra Wren

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♫ TRACK 2; OUT OF THE WOODS. (gator tilman’s verison)

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warnings; secret relationship, ‘cheating’ - you’ll see what i mean, this isn’t canon - besides Gator being sort of a jerk and Roy being an awful father. also, i do use heck (please don’t laugh😭) because i try to make my one-shots as clean as i can!

an; this just felt perfect to me, i’m sorry if you don’t like the secret relationship trope! but i hope you all enjoy! this is also longer than any other ones i’ve made - which is a shock.

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'REMEMBER WHEN WE COULDN’T TAKE THE HEAT? I WALKED OUT & SAID ‘I’M SETTING YOU FREE’. . .’

NOVEMBER 11th, 2019.

“Charlotte, I’ve already told you, I’ll call you when I get there.” Gator huffs, tossing a duffel bag into the back seat.

His hand was already grabbing the blueberry flavored vape from his pocket, inhaling deeply. His eyes stay on her bare finger.

“Do you have to go?” She pinches her brows together, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks into the back seat.

As if you cared.

"Yes. I do. I’ll be back in time for Dad’s cookout.”

“Promise?”

He hums in agreement, smoke bellowing out into the warm breeze. She coughs, waving her hand in front of her face, nose scrunching.

“Alright. . . Be careful.” She nods, brown hair falling over her shoulder.

“I will. Call Dad if you need anything.” He makes his way towards the driver side of the Sheriff’s car.

He needed to make the excuse look good and believable. And that’s the only way he could.

Shutting the door and starting the car, he’s quick to drive out, dust kicking up behind his wheels.

He finally lets a small smile break over his face, one hand gripping the wheel as he reaches for the cold can of Mnt. Dew.

🕊️

“I’ve missed you.” You breathe out, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close. He chuckles a bit, dropping his duffel bag into the chair before his hands meet your sides.

“I’ve missed you more.” His lips press a couple of kisses against your temple and forehead.

You giggle as they travel down to your cheek, leaning back from him and sliding your hands to his cheeks. “Okay, okay. Have you ate anything today?”

“I did have-"

“Besides beef jerky,” You lift your brows. His lips rub together, eyes glancing away. “That’s what I thought. I have some biscuits in the stove and I can heat up some gravy.”

You pull away from him and step into the kitchen. “You know, I didn’t have enough time to eat a full meal because I was trying to hurry.”

You place a pot on the stove and grab a packet of gravy - it was quick. He needed to eat something other than spicy jerky. “Not my fault your fathers a-”

“Don’t talk about him,” He’s quick to snap - quick to defend a man who could care less about his son. The only time he really cares is if he needs something. Then Gator is all for doing whatever dirty work his father wants done so his hands stay clean. “You don’t know him.”

“Yeah, because you’re too scared to tell him what you want. Now you’re engaged-"

“We are not engaged. She doesn’t even wear her ring and I see men leaving in and out all that time.”

“-To someone who doesn’t make you happy. Heck, I don’t even know if I make you happy. Especially since you’re so scared to stand up for yourself and what you want.”

This is a back and forth you both always have. Sometimes three times a day and it’s exhausting to you.

He might’ve thought having a secret relationship on the side was exciting, but you didn’t think it was all too exciting.

Hands rub up and down your arms. “I’m sorry,” It’s the same thing he always says. “I just. . . want to-”

“Make him happy,” You cut him off, finishing the sentence. “I know. It’s fine.”

He frowns a bit, staring at the pot of gravy.

“I love ya,” He says, just because he feels like it and he feels like you need to hear it. He also wants to hear the words.

Because he barely hears them.

“You know that, right?”

You pull the pot away and onto the cool eye to let it cool down. You turn, placing your hands against his chest. “I do. . . And I love you too. I’m just exhausted of all this hiding.”

“I know. I know, I am too. Trust me,” He cups the side of your neck, the pad of his thumb resting against your jaw. You lean your head into his touch, eyes slowly closing. “I’m sorry.”

Your eyes open slowly now, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes. “It’s okay. . .” Your hand pats his chest softly. “Sit. I’ll get your food.”

He smiles a bit, although it’s a bit sad. He nods, turning away and sitting at the table. Soon enough, there’s two crumbled biscuits and gravy placed in front of him with a glass of fresh orange juice.

“There ya go.” You stand next to him, hand resting on top of his gelled back hair.

“Thank you.” He glances up at you.

You smile, leaning down and press a kiss to his forehead. “No problem.”

🕊️

NOVEMBER 20th, 2019.

The small Thanksgiving dinner Roy had so lovingly put together, (he just wanted to look good - keep his name clean) was almost filled with everyone from Fargo, North Dakota.

Especially since Roy, himself, made everyone small invites and putting them in their mail.

Gator, who was sitting at a stranded table filled with plates that still had leftover food, was nervously twiddling with his cup. Mossy greens scanning the area for. . . someone who hadn’t showed yet.

Charlotte had went and helped some guy name Devin. Something about. . .

He didn’t know. He wasn’t paying attention - he never paid attention to her. Why should he?

It’s not her who he cares about.

Even if he tried to, he doesn’t think he could. Especially since most of the time he’s trying to hide himself away.

And with you, you never ask him to be less of himself. With you, he opens up, steps into the real person he is.

Not the one who has to keep up a character to withhold the family name.

And that is definitely what love was.

You.

You stepping into the dinner late with someone next to you. Someone who wasn’t him.

He didn’t like that. He didn’t like the feeling in his chest.

He was selfish. Most definitely selfish.

Because that should be him.

He watches as Roy steps up, shaking the man’s hand next to you, standing tall. The man smiles, gripping his hand, shaking once, before removing it and wrapping the arm around your waist.

The smile you give is weak, but they couldn’t tell.

But he could. He knew your tells - obviously.

He stands from his chair, the wood squeaking. Your eyes glance around, finding his. He stares at you for a moment before turning and walking away.

You clear your throat quietly, placing a hand against Mark’s chest and patting softly. He lets go of your waist. “I’ll be back.” Is all you say, making you way towards the direction Gator had taken off too.

The sound of horses whining catches your attention and you make your way quickly towards the sound.

You could see a distant blue light slowly lighting up before dying down. You sigh a bit, shaking your head as you make your way over.

“You need to stop doing that. You’re going to get popcorn lung.”

“Who was that?” You watch as he stuffs the vape into his pocket. The flavor had seemingly changed to a mango one this week.

“Mark. He works with you.”

“Below me apparently,” He clears his throat. “I’ve never seen him.”

You roll your eyes. “Gator-”

“Why are you with him?”

“He. . . He asked me if I was going. I didn’t want to say no and see him when I did show up.”

“You could’ve made an excuse or somethin’.”

“Honey,” You step closer. Your hand lands on his smooth cheek - the smell of after shave and mangoes invading your nose. “You know I’m not good at that. Excuses.”

He huffs out a laugh, nodding as he lets his head hang down. “Yeah. . . I know.”

You hum a bit, pressing your forehead against his. “Where’s Charlotte?”

“Off with some guy named Devin. Needed to help him do somethin’.”

You frown a bit, pulling yourself away. He glances at you, a small look of confusion crossing his pretty features. “I don’t like that she’s doing that to you.”

He smirks, his hand reaching for the vape in his pocket again, bringing it to his lips. “We’re not exactly any better.” There’s a small click and then a deep inhale from him.

“She started weeks before you did, Gator,” You point out. “No, it’s not okay. I’m not saying it is. You out of all people know how much I hate this,” You point at yourself then towards him. “But she’s with multiple guys. Why can’t. . . Why can’t you just leave her?”

He stares at you, turning his head away from your face letting out the smoke. He stuffs the green cancerous thing away into his pocket once again. He pushes himself off the side of the barn, stepping closer to you.

His hands grip your cheeks, pulling your face up. “Hey,” He watches your eyes slowly trail up and land on his face. He stares at you a moment, his thumb tracing under your eye softly. “Let’s leave.”

Your brows pinch together, staring up at him. “I thought-”

“Here. Fargo. North Dakota. Let’s go somewhere else.”

“Gator, you can’t just-”

“I can and I will. I don’t. . . I want to go somewhere where I can take you on dates, hold your hand,” He steps closer, watching as your lips part. “I want it to be us. I don’t want you to feel like a secret anymore.”

“You know that’s a lot, right? You’d be giving up your life here. . .”

“I don’t have a life here if we can’t be together. Happy.”

“Are you sure that. . . that is something you want to do? With me?”

“I’ve never been more certain.”

Your eyes stay trained on him for a moment before you’re turning to look over your shoulder at the people mingling all around.

“What do you say?”

You slowly turn and look at him once again.

🕊️

The passenger door shuts and you throw your bag into the back before leaning over and pressing a kiss to his lips.

You pull away and smile at him softly.

“Are you ready?”

Your eyes are glancing out the window at the small trailer before looking back at him and leaning back, pulling the buckle over yourself and clicking it in.

“Let’s go live.”

He smiles and nods, taking off and away from the trailer, dust picking up behind him.

🕊️

‘ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS? ARE WE IN THE CLEAR YET?’

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allyeardepression · 7 days

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@jegulus-microfic | april 22 evoke | words: 1,6k

big shout out to @frnkmush for helping me with this one, you’re such an angel 🫶🏼

tw: swearing, mentions of wounds

part one

On Monday evening, Regulus received an Instagram message request from someone called jfprongs. He went to check on the person’s profile to see who they were, and—oh god.

At the sight of a radiant smile, bronze skin, and golden glasses, all memories from the night before evoked in him. He suddenly remembered making an absolute fool of himself by asking a doctor who just stitched him up on a date.

While he was drunk.

The first thing he did was send a screenshot of the profile and the message that read just a simple ‘Hi’ to the group chat.

i can fix him (i can’t)

Reg

<2 photos attached>

that’s the doctor from last night

what do i do??????????

Barty

skakksjsksjsjsjsjajsjsj

Evan

Pandora

what is he doing in your dms?

Reg

…

i may or may not have asked him out

There was a short pause before his phone started ringing.

“What the fuck do you mean you asked him out?” Pandora asked, amused. In the background, Regulus could hear Barty and Evan laughing hysterically.

“Well, I was drunk, and he was really hot. We should all be grateful I only did that instead of trying to convince him to fuck me on his desk,” he responded, trying to take off the bandage off of the fresh wound without making it hurt more than necessary.

On the other end of the line, he could hear Panda huffing a small laugh. “Yeah, thank god that whore didn’t come out.”

“Any—oh fuck, it hurts—anyways, what do I do now?” Regulus asked again, finally throwing away the old bandage and starting to clean the cut. He hated using disinfectants on any part of his body, really, but on the face, it felt worse than anything.

His friend hummed thoughtfully. “I think you should text him back and see how it goes,” and so he did.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

On Tuesday evening, exactly at 7:36 p.m., Regulus was sitting on a bench in front of his apartment building and waiting for a grey Mercedes to arrive.

After he answered James yesterday, they talked a bit and agreed that Drunk Regulus’ idea about meeting sooner was actually a pretty good one. So he sat there, checking his phone every three seconds, hoping to see a message that would say ‘I’m here’.

He picked it up again when a grey car parked next to him and the passenger’s window rolled down.

“Hi Regulus, come in,” James invited him with a warm smile painted on his lips.

As Regulus took the front seat, the other man reached to the back, pulling a small bouquet of purple carnations.

“What’s that?” Regulus asked, confused. James eyes widened at that.

“Well, I assumed it’s a date, and I thought it would be a nice gesture, but if I overstepped or misread—“

“No, no, no, absolutely! That is a date, and those are lovely, I just—I'm not used to getting flowers.” He could feel his cheeks starting to burn a little when James smiled wildly, like a happy Golden Retriever.

They finally drove away from Regulus' block, heading towards the city center. The radio played some soft, lofi music that, added to the soft humming of the engine, started lulling Regulus to sleep. James must’ve noticed, because he handed his unlocked phone to him.

“Choose the next song; I’ll pick something after you,” the bronze-skinned man told him. Regulus, extremely eager, grabbed the phone and typed in the title he needed to hear right now. Thankfully, the chill music ended shortly after, and an 80s synth-pop melody came on.

“Somebody runnin’ through the field/Somebody shoulda stayed home/Somebody pickin’ up the body of somebody they were gettin’ to know,” Regulus hummed softly to Matty’s lyrics. James whipped his head at a light speed and looked at him with wide eyes. Regulus gave him a questioning look in response.

“First of all,” James began, “is it the one about the school shooting?” Regulus nodded, smirking. “Okay, that’s surprising. Second of all, you have quite a nice voice.” Now Regulus wasn’t smirking, just smiling sheepishly.

After ‘Looking for somebody (to love)’ ended, there was a disco bit, and Reg wanted to whine as soon as he recognised the song. The only thing that stopped him was that sparkle in James’ eyes.

And then the other man started singing.

“OOH, YOU CAN DANCE, YOU CAN JIVE, HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE!” and Regulus couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. “What? Don’t you like my vocals?” James chuckled, knowing damn well he sounded like a cat in heat.

“Oh no, your vocals are just as lovely as your smile,” the younger man giggled.

They continued to take turns choosing songs, becoming more and more comfortable, and singing louder and louder.

They reached the restaurant as Olivia’s ‘all-american bitch’ was coming to an end.

“Wait here,” said James, getting out of the car and running around it, just to open Regulus’ door. The older man held out his hand in a dramatic gesture.

Reg rolled his eyes, taking the hand and getting out as well.

“Such a gentleman,” he commented sarcastically, yet still, he could feel the warmth spread inside of his chest at this small move.

They walked into the restaurant hand in hand, talking lightly about their favourite type of pasta. James gave the hostess his name, and the woman led them to their table, giving them two menus. Regulus scanned it in search of the cheapest meal, so he could afford it. The restaurant wasn’t really fancy, but it was still expensive.

“15 pounds for Carbonara? Is it made of gold?” He mumbled, but apparently not quietly enough, because James replied, ‘Don’t worry, it’s on me’. This caught Regulus off guard. “What do you mean? I asked you out; I should be the one paying.”

“Yeah, no,” was all James said, and the other man kept looking at him in confusion. “You’re a student; I work full time; it’s only fair if I pay,” he continued, looking up from his menu.

Regulus opened his mouth as if to argue, but quickly shut them back up. “Yeah, okay, you have a point.”

After that, they talked only about what they should order, settling on a lasagna for James, pumpkin ravioli for Reg, and a bottle of rosé.

“So,” the older man started. “What do you study?”

“Oh, um, painting. I’m in art school,” he mumbled in response, taking a sip of his wine. “I’m not gonna lie, I know it won’t get me a lot of money, but I love it. I can’t imagine doing anything else, even if it means I’ll have to eat pesto pasta for the rest of my life.” He couldn’t exactly read James’ face; it looked kind of blank.

“Can I see any of your work?” he asked finally, sounding actually interested. So, of course, Regulus reached for his phone and started scrolling through it in search of the pieces he was most proud of. When James saw the one with the white stag running through a blue forest, he pointed at it and exclaimed, “That. I want that one in my living room,” and Regulus laughed lightly at him. “What? I mean it. How much do you want for it?”

“A thousand pounds!” the younger man kept chuckling.

“Deal.”

“Wait, are you for real?” He looked at the man opposite him in bewilderment, and as the other nodded with a smile, he couldn’t help but smile himself.

It was how the rest of the evening went—they ate, talked, drank wine, and talked some more. They left, again hand in hand, discussing a playlist for the ride home.

They were just a few blocks away from Regulus’ building when he decided to turn the radio down a little.

“Thank you,” he said, turning to James. “I had a really good time.”

“Would you like to do it again sometime?” The other man asked, also turning.

“Yeah, sometime,” he answered softly, pink blooming on his cheeks. He received a small smile back.

When they finally reached his block, Regulus didn’t get out immediately. Instead, he fully turned to face James and looked him deep in the eyes. The older man didn’t break eye contact; he only smiled brightly.

Please, kiss me. Please, kiss me. Please, kiss me.

James reached in his direction, brushing a loose curl from Regulus’ face back behind his ear. Instead of withdrawing his hand, James put it on his cheek, caressing it lightly with his thumb.

They stayed like that for a few seconds (or hours) before James broke the silence.

“Can I walk you to your flat?” and Reg just nodded in response.

They got out of the car the same way they did before. Holding hands, they walked up the stairs to the third floor. As they reached his door, Regulus turned to James again. And once more, James’ hand found its way to Reg’s cheek. The moment was tense, almost tangible. Until-

“Can I kiss you?” The older man whispered, like a secret.

Yesyesyes

Regulus only managed to nod once before he felt soft lips on his. It wasn’t an obscene kiss with a lot of teeth and tongs; it was gentle and sweet, like the first kiss in middle school. It didn’t last long either—far too quick for Reg’s liking. James rewarded him with another sweet kiss, this time on the forehead, before he pulled away with the same bright spark in his eye that appeared during ‘Dancing Queen’.

“Good night, Regulus,” he said softly, taking a small step back.

“Good night, Jamie—I mean James,” the older man chuckled, shaking his head.

“I like it; you can call me Jamie. I’ll see you soon.” And with that promise, he turned around and walked down the stairs, throwing just one last look at Regulus before disappearing on the floor below.

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I was wondering if you could do Shoto, Izuku, Bakugo, and Kirishima as villains? Like maybe they meet the reader and are basically struggling to comprehend their feelings?

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↬ Disclaimer: Cursing, Mention of Gore, Death, & Murder.

⧽ Within his head cannon, I honestly believe each of these characters all started in the usual way..until something.

⧽ As you’re wondering, what erupted this in our cute green boy?

⧽ Remember when Kacchan said, “Why don’t you take a swan dive off the side of the building, and maybe in the afterlife you’ll be able to get a quirk in the afterlife?” That kinda took him to the heart, so..he waited until it was late. He snuck out to the roof and started jumping but…no one truly knows what happened.

⧽ The next day, his stuff was found, and Deku was recreated.

⧽ You met Deku in the same way most would, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Exhausted and tired, who would’ve thought you’d wound up in some shit with Izuku Midorya. You caught a glimpse of him and a few villains rushing past you before his hand slammed over yours.

⧽ In seconds, cops swarmed you while his blade pressed against a vital organ. His heart was racing as he stared toward the cops, waiting for a sign or something. They were barking commands and orders, instructing him to let you go.

⧽ His fingers dug into your skin while he chuckled softly. “Hope you’re ready for a ride~” and then poof, you’re in a cloud of smoke and appeared in a building of some sort.

⧽ You catch a glimpse of the host that was holding you and immediately you recognize him. The green hair, and…dead eyes? He didn’t look as recognizable as he did in his missing photos. You helped his mother during the searches for him and for years, everyone assumed he was dead.

⧽ “Surprised? You look as if you know me?” He teased and cutely flicked your nose, that’s how you meet him.

⧽ You were held for ransom for a day before you were tossed in the exact spot you were taken before and were ordered to go straight home, reassuring your family that you were fine and that you couldn’t tell anyone that Deku was still alive.

⧽ It’s unexplainable how or even why he fell for you, but he did. When he was out visiting his mom and popping extra cash into her bank account, he found where you lived and decided to stop by.

⧽ Unlike the thousands of people who would’ve screamed or called the police.

⧽ You welcome him in, and you get to know the new man that he is. You get to know his past and his life now…and not one bit did you question it.

⧽ You two started as friends until shit hits the fan with Deku and he comes over at midnight or texts you on your burner phone so you two can see each other. He enjoys having you around.

⧽ It’s hard for him to comprehend and even process after holding his back for so long, he barely even cries anymore. He’s an unhinged man that isn’t afraid to fuck someone up and can do it strategically.

⧽ He takes a while, I’d say almost a year, to tell you how he feels. He confesses his feelings when he and the league are wanted for something enormous. He’s staring at the night sky and just takes your hand and tells you. He bursts his feelings out and doesn’t expect an answer without delay.

⧽ “I’m in love with you and have been for a while now…. but as a heads up, avoid downtown and leave your apartment.” That’s what he leaves you with before he disappears in a cloud of the same smoke.

⧽ You follow his orders that night…and you’re not caught up in the massive wave that Deku causes with his new quirk that’s stronger than All Might could handle. Buildings are sent to the ground including yours, Kacchan can’t even stop him because he’s watching this beast of someone he once knew.

⧽ You watched from out of town, staring at the diner which he took you to before. A hand tapped your head, and you looked up to see the green maniac with two cups of coffee in his hand. “H-How are y- “

⧽ “Oh? That? It’s a recent Nomu advancement, we copied me…and gave him something I always thought I’d never have. Too bad, I still got it.” He said with a smirk, taking your hand before you teleported away with him, hiding away from the brewing shitstorm to happen.

⧽ Mister Kacchan became evil after he was kidnapped and held by the villains. He was a part of the school of his dreams and was simply training amongst his mates before everything went crazy.

⧽ While being held captive, he sees the one person he’d hoped to never see again. With a knife to his neck, Deku suggests ways that he can either die or get the desired forgiveness.

⧽ They brainwashed the stubborn almost hero, moving fast when All Might tried to bust through the doors.

⧽ Bakugou isn’t as anger he once was, with his voice finally heard and his passion altered towards a new direction.

⧽ It’s hard to stop the exploding boy who gets exactly what he wants with the help of Shigaraki and others. Twice literally loves him, Compress shoved some manners in his head though he and Toya are another story.

⧽ He met you through rather funny circumstances, He was going to rob you, but you fought back, and he liked your flame. You were terrified but didn’t want to deal with more shit. He still kinda robbed you, taking your phone and putting his number in it once he got your information.

⧽ Little did he know, you were also a petty little robber.

⧽ He appeared at your door, holding your phone while you were holding his phone, and All Might wallet while Toya cackles behind him. He entirely underestimated you…and takes you on the ride toward destroying hero society.

⧽ “…. Ya wanna fuckin destroy hero society and change the way shit is now?”

⧽ Quirk or Quirkless, You’re a perfect match for Lord Explosion Murder.

⧽ While he’s causing mayhem, you’re getting the shit needed for Shigaraki and the boss. You’ve collected all the fucked asses shit that heroes have done through the years and exposed every last piece of information.

⧽ While Deku’s Nomu is out there wreaking havoc, Bakugou’s watching from afar with you. You’ve been with them for a while now.

⧽ After the first few times you’ve come over and helped the league out, he discovered his feelings that he denied telling you. How can he tell you something like that?

⧽ As more buildings crumble in front of you two, he starts to say something before he spots a red dot looming over your head. He snatches you off and dives toward the ground before the shot could touch you.

⧽ He hears wings flapping and a sudden gush of wind before he orders you to get behind him. He creates an explosion so large that it takes attention off of the Nomu. With the smoke in the air, you two are running through the abandoned and cheap homes of the worse side of town.

⧽ You hear his footsteps behind you one second before they disappeared when you entered a dark alley. You saw a pair of white eyes and your heart sank to your chest, reaching into your pocket to pull out a flash bomb. Bakugou warned you about Tokoyami and how he can be, just wasn’t sure how big he was.

⧽ Your shadow started to become dark before a bunch of red feathers swooped down and started to pull you up. You kicked as much and hard as you could as they collected and silenced your screams. Your body felt crushed, like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

⧽ Suddenly, your body crashed to the ground, and you saw Bakugou. Hawks were down as Tokoyami; smoke covered the corner you two were in. He began to check you out before engulfing you in a hug. “Don’t scare me like that, dumbass. I was worried.” He said into your shoulder…before he kissed you.

⧽ And that was the start of something new and the end of the world as heroes once knew it.

⧽ You’re probably wondering, how in the hell does Shoto Todoroki end up a villain?

⧽ Welp, Toya came back home one night and seemed revenge. The bandaged-up teen looked towards the reason why he was the way he was…and simply kidnapped Shoto from his own home.

⧽ Endeavor and everyone lost their shit while Touya carried his youngest brother on his back to the hideout. Shoto was five when he was kidnapped and practically raised by his oldest brother.

⧽ The original plan was to kill Shoto…but Tomura proved that Shoto had better use and Touya could hurt Endeavor ten times worse.

⧽ He grows to be a near copy of his oldest brother with a slap of cockiness and manipulation.

⧽ You met Shoto through the internet, being a tech wizard, and excelling in your studies. Who would’ve thought you’d be kidnapped by a single flame on some stranger’s finger?

⧽ He took you back and plopped you in front of the newest computers on the market. Touya and Tomura are ready to burn and dust his ass, but he knew what he was doing.

⧽ He saw you leave the heroes’ main headquarters, and he knows of your work within the tech fields. You solved the most locked computer in the world…He’s more than sure that you can do a little hacking.

⧽ “Come on, Sweetheart. I’m sure you can do a little hacking for me”

⧽ Boom, You’re in Endeavor’s account and cleaned that bitch out dry. As expected, you’re able to alter it into cards that can’t be traced, leaving Touya and Tomura shocked.

⧽ You’re quickly appointed in the group without your permission and help them linger and move silently in better areas. You’re given a laptop without a mic or camera but you’re able to work in their favor.

⧽ It’s hard to explain why you don’t even call for help throughout the chances you’ve got. Toga builds a relationship with you while you and Compress relate to your love for show buzz. Plus, you get along with Touya by annoying the shit out of Spinner.

⧽ You end up in the sights of Shoto…who’s unsure of what he’s feeling. He’s experienced anger and more than he can figure out, but love was new. It was hard to comprehend even with Kurogiri’s help.

⧽ He usually spends his days getting underneath your skin, like how guys would when they were younger to show they liked you. This is the best Shoto can do and it’s not even good.

⧽ It was early in the morning before the Nomu would attack. Bakugou and his crush were heading out while you typed and altered each video to perfect precision.

⧽ Each video from the heroes and every corrupt thing they’ve done was brushed under the rug. You were going to display how fucked everyone was…only if Shoto could stop annoying the shit out of you.

⧽ He was slurping his soba noodles in your ear, watching you work. “Can I help you?” You’d finally asked him, only to get a smirk out of him.

⧽ “You’re just so cute when you’re focused and shit.” He mentioned catching you off guard. “It’s one of the many things I like about you.” He admits before walking away, leaving you dumbfounded.

⧽ During the escape, he might sneak a kiss while sliding you to safety.

⧽ Kirishima is the most shocking one of all.

⧽ His reign of terror started after Mina was killed and he was forced to watch as that villain killed them. His hero of all time, Crimson Riot and simply declared their deaths as a spur-of-the-moment situation.

⧽ He mentioned how Mina shouldn’t have defended her friends and saved herself. It was somewhat of a wake-up call. Originally, he was going to be a simple vigilante.

⧽ After Bakugou was kidnapped and how the heroes simply gave up, he was devoted to simply fucking shit up.

⧽ By day, he was a student within the confines of the academy, by night, He’s Blood Riot. He creates his team of bandits that terrorize the city and makes heroes all around disappear.

⧽ The plan was simple, kill off every hero in the city until there was barely enough for the remaining bunch to handle the massive pile of shit that Nomu was going to bring.

⧽ But you had to be curious. Heroes were suspecting a backstabber was in the midst…. you never suspected it to be Kirishima.

⧽ The most positive and sweetest person you’ve ever met wasn’t who you thought he was. You weren’t caught that night, however…He knew that you knew.

⧽ By the weekend, he had you dangling off the roof with your life in his hands. You’re begging profusely and say you’ll hold his secret if he tells his reasons.

⧽ He pulls you onto the roof, into his room…and plays every single death from the fault of heroes. Videos from decades back to now, as recent as last week…which left a massive impact on you.

⧽ Is this what heroes truly are?

⧽ Is this what…you could be? Someone, to take a life while fighting to save lives?

⧽ A new flame erupts inside you and Kirishima fuels it more.

⧽ “Glad you finally see what the world doesn’t.”

⧽ You join in on altering the information, killing the small heroes and sidekicks, and acting as normal as possible.

⧽ Kirishima was too busy killing with you...to realize how you made him feel. He notices it for a week until his feelings are overwhelming during a session with a hero.

⧽ You swung a baseball bat at them, hitting them at full impact. Their blood soon covered your cheek and Kirishima realized there that he was in love with you.

⧽ He snatched you over and kissed you, nearly forgetting the fact that there was a nearly dying hero at your feet. You both never question the actions…until the Nomu attack happens. While your ‘friends’ were out there fighting for their lives, you two stood on the sidelines, watching. He looked over at you.

⧽ “Can I trust you?” He questioned, earning a confused look from you. “I’m in love with you…but I will kill the person I love if you betray me..” He confessed, earning a smirk from you.

⧽ “I would’ve killed your ass when I found out you were the traitor.” You responded, earning a smile from him. “I’ve learned my lesson from this awful world..and I’m glad I get to witness it crumple.”

⧽ “I’m glad you’ve opened my eyes.”

“Can I trust you?” He questioned, earning a confused look from you. “I’m in love with you…but I will kill the person I love if you betray me..” He confessed, earning a smirk from you.

* “I would’ve killed your ass when I found out you were the traitor.” You responded, earning a smile from him. “I’ve learned my lesson from this awful world..and I’m glad I get to witness it crumple.”

* “I’m glad you opened my eyes.”

“Can I trust you?” He questioned, earning a confused look from you. “I’m in love with you…but I will kill the person I love if you betray me...” He confessed, earning a smirk from you.

“I would’ve killed your ass when I found out you were the traitor.” You responded, earning a smile from him. “I’ve learned my lesson from this awful world...and I’m glad I get to witness it crumple.”

“I’m glad you opened my eyes.”

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